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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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I wanted to send in a request I thought of :) Homelander watching reader run to their work because they're late and thinking they're cute, so he flys them there. Thank you!

Admittedly, there's something neat about the toil of people's mundane little lives.

Homelander has a bird's eye view of it all from atop the city skyscrapers. Above it all, with the roar of the wind in his ears, it's easier to find a moment of peace. He can lose himself watching the hustle and bustle of the world moving beneath him, like a child staring down at a colony of ants swarming around a sugar cube.

Amidst the mess of them, he sees one moving quicker than the others. A mad dash of sorts. At first, he thinks it might be a job: a robbery, or some kind of pursuit. He hones his vision in on you, but instead of anything exciting, he sees that the thing you're racing for is just the bus.

Which you miss.

Homelander smirks to himself, canting his head to one side. You're braced against a light post, breathing hard, flushed. Your clothes are disheveled, a work bag hanging haphazardly off your shoulder.

You look... cute.

Glancing around, Homelander shrugs. He's got nothing better to do. Stepping off the building, he lets himself fall several dozen feet before his flight kicks in, and his body takes to a horizontal angle. He debates for a moment stopping, explaining himself to you first, but where's the fun in that?

Instead, he slows just enough not to give you whiplash, and plucks you right up off the curb, trying not to laugh at the way you scream. You're perfectly safe, his arms supporting your legs and your back, keeping you tucked against his chest, but you still clamber for purchase. You immediately take hold of his collar, while your other hand blindly grabs a fistful of hair at the back of his head.

He very nearly swerves before collecting himself.

"Hiya!" He greets, sporting his finest hero's grin. "Where ya headed?"

You do a double take, looking from him to the ground, and then back at him, wide-eyed and in disbelief. "H-Homelander?! What-why-I-"

"Heyy, hey, hey! It's alright," he laughs, rolling to fly on his back, sitting up slightly, offering you more support. "Saw you miss your bus. Thought I'd lend a hand. Well, two hands. So, where're you headed?"

"Work..." You answer breathlessly, staring up at him with wide, buggy eyes. Your heart is thundering, your skin warm with the flush of it.

He slowly quirks a brow. "Which is... Where?"

"Oh, right, sorry, it's, uhm, the corner of Bowery and 4th," you say, hands still locked tight on his collar and in his hair. Disbelief looks good on you.

"Quite a grip you've got," he says, twisting once more through the air, rebalancing so that he's looking where he's going.

"Sorry!" You chirp, quickly pulling your hand from his hair. You look mortified with yourself, but curiously enough, you've not once broken eye contact with him.

"Ever met a hero before?" He asks, shamelessly fishing.

"Uh, no. Lamplighter spoke at a seminar I attended once, but he didn't... No, I haven't." Your grip on his collar has eased some, but you're still clinging to it, knuckles just barely brushing his bare throat. He's trying not to be too distracted by it. "Do heroes often ferry civilians who're late to work?"

"Just the cute ones," he answers with a sly wink.

Your eyes widen, lips parted. You look dumbstruck and kissable, but for now he's enjoying his little game too much. He's luxuriating in personifying the mysterious hero who descended from the heavens and inexplicably ascended with you, rescuing you not from death or destruction, but something as simple as a late start to your day.

After a beat, you laugh sheepishly. "Just the cute heroes, or just the cute civilians?"

"Looks to me like it's both," he quips, wearing charm as easily as any mask.

"You think you're cute?" You bounce right back, settling into a smile of your own.

Your quick wit earns a bark of laughter from him. "Who, me? I think I'm adorable," he says, waggling his brows. He's charmed by the way you laugh at that: not overly pitchy or false. You have a sincerity to your laugh that he likes. "Oh, brother," you say, finally looking away. There's a fond kind of exasperation in your voice that makes the exchange feel familiar. You're not just cute, you're real, too.

"You disagree?" He asks, feigning offense with an exaggerated lift of his brows.

You keep your gaze averted, chewing at your bottom lip. He can tell you're biting back your smile. You can't help it. You must be terribly endeared already. How could you not be?

"Would you drop me if I did?" You ask, throwing him a sidelong glance.

He pretends to consider it. "Mm, yeah. Probably."

You laugh, sounding equal parts alarmed and amused. "Then, out of self preservation, I guess I will have to agree," you say, turning to look properly at him. "I think you're very cute."

Unexpected warmth blossoms in his chest at that, softening his expression into a gentler delight, his smile emphasizing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

All too soon, the two of you arrive at your destination. Homelander floats gently to the ground just outside your office building, parting the flow of civilians who eagerly take note of Homelander's presence, pulling out their phones to snap a photo or thirty up close and personal.

Homelander sets you on your feet before his hands reflexively settle on his hips, the classic hero stance. You pull out your phone, and huff a soft laugh. "Wow, I'm... almost twenty minutes early," you say, slipping your phone back into your pocket. "I... Thank you, Homelander."

"My pleasure, ah...?" He extends a hand to you, and you make a sweet little noise of apology as you shake his hand, giving him your name. Homelander smiles as he repeats it back to you, testing the weight of it on his tongue. He likes it.

"I guess I will... see you around?" You say, taking a step back. There's a crowd starting to gather, circling the two of you with cellphones at the ready, taking either photos or videos, both of the two of you and of themselves with the two of you. Your face is going to be all over Twitter in seconds, he knows. The world will want to know who you are.

He finds himself wanting to know the same.

"You just might," he replies, smiling broadly. "After all, I know where you work."

He's not kidding, but you both laugh like it's a joke anyways.

"Uhm, excuse me, mister Homelander? Could I get a selfie?" Someone from the crowd asks, tentatively stepping forward.

Homelander glances over at them, and then back to you. He offers you a little salute, and says, "Catch you later." Next, he turns back to the crowd, and beckons the person forward. "Course you can! C'mon over."

Patiently, he takes a couple dozen pictures. He grins broadly for each one, though the contrast between these smiles and the ones he shared with you feels sharp. However, something that keeps him around a little longer is the fact he can see you out of his peripheral, lingering in the doorway of your building, smiling at him.

Eventually, it must come to an end.

"Alright, alright, thank you folks! Always a pleasure! Thank you! Ahah, remember, you guys are the real heroes! Get out there and prove it! Keep this country great!" He says, rattling off his party lines as he points to random members of the crowd, lifting up from the sidewalk.

He chances one last look to the doorway, but you're already gone. He's surprised to feel an unsettling pang of disappointment at your absence. He hums softly to himself. With that, he takes off across the sky.

No matter. He's already decided that he will be seeing you again.

#homelander x you #homelander x reader #ask and you shall receive #my writing #thank you for the adorable ask!!!#this was fun to write #fluff #gn reader

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periprose · 10 months

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I don't know if my ask got 'eaten' or not, but I did send it while I was on the road so I may have screwed it up anyway. My ask is based on your reblog of the 3 word sentences and if you care to, it's a twofer based plot: numbers 12 and 18 (just do it and you look lost) because I am a dithering decision maker except!! when I am going somewhere in which case my overconfidence gets me in trouble, something Peter knows too well himself. Love your writing!

unfortunately it did but I love this prompt so thank you for resending it!

Prompts can be found here

Peter is fairly sure that he's the one who's always late to everything. Every single seminar for this new Oscorp tech breakdown, he's the one who's five minutes late, and he swears it's not his fault.

It's just that he always happens to run into Spider-Man duties. He always finds another old woman who needs to cross the street, or a newspaper stand that has just been stolen from, and then after saving the day, he can make time towards catching the next subway train to Oscorp and hopefully run up the stairs, through the door, into the lobby, elevator, and then to the board room with a minute to spare. It always works out better in his head.

He doesn't understand why Harry needs him there. Peter knows technology stuff like the back of his hand– he already understood what the seminar leader who oversaw the development of the new tech was saying halfway through the meeting, and basically put the concluding points together before the meeting was even over.

Peter is nothing if not a good friend. Or employee who will be sent off with a strict warning if he doesn’t at least try.

This time, though? Peter has just made it to the subway station, and his glance catches onto a woman with a muted blue handbag, looking mostly competent and professional in a blazer, staring at the map, very obviously confused. He decides to be a good civilian and take a moment to help her. Just as Peter Parker, good guy who has two extra minutes to spare. Not because she happens to be a little more pleasant to look at than the rest of the passerby. She does really have bright eyes, though, and the way they catch onto every written detail of the map has Peter wanting those eyes on him.

Unfortunately, as she’s dithering and Peter approaches a little too slowly, about to work up the nerve to ask if she needs help, she suddenly mutters “Just do it! Who cares…” with a sudden bout of confidence, and she walks off towards the train heading North. The same train Peter is due to take.

Peter is kind of elated by this, even though he knows he’s a total dork and he doesn’t actually have the courage to speak to her. Even though Harry makes life sound like a romance movie– that apparently all it takes is the right conversation starter– Peter knows he can’t manage it. He’ll trip over his words and make the wrong jokes, and she’ll give him a polite nod while secretly dialing 911.

He’s just happy to have a commute crush to stare at.

The southbound train arrives from the opposite side of the road, and loudly beeps as the doors open.

Peter’s Spider-Sense goes off and he sees that a bunch of people are starting to exit the train, right into the poor woman who gets turned around a bunch of times and then looks utterly lost. Helpless. Eyes widening with the telltale fear of someone who doesn’t know where they’re going.

Well, we can’t have that, can we? Peter decides to saunter up to her and be her hero of the day.

You are so horrible with making decisions sometimes. Unless, of course, it’s taking a new journey somewhere, with directions you’re not exactly familiar with– for some reason leaping into it headfirst works better, cements it into your brain better if you have to travel around these parts around later, and you usually have the time to figure it out.

Of course, this time you’re late. This time, when you need to present a great big presentation at Oscorp, where your big new tech job is, you’re late, and you had to be overconfident about figuring out the directions.

God, couldn’t you have just asked for help?

As you’re beginning to spiral– was it the north train, or the south, will this crowd ever dissipate properly, and is there time to look at your notes for your presentation on the train?– someone taps your shoulder.

“Hey.” A friendly looking guy with warm brown hair, and eyes, is staring at you, not unkindly. He pulls you aside, out of the crowd, and you’re thankful– but a little wary.

“You look lost. Are you good?” The man has to lean in closer to you, and kind of yell-speak over the crowd, who are finally moving away to the above ground.

“Uh… No. I’ll be honest.” You cross your arms and huff, glad that someone could see that you needed help, and you feel a little happy that your saviour happened to be a smart, handsome guy who doesn’t look particularly judgemental, and you pull out your phone from your bag. “I’m trying to get to–”

“Oscorp?” He reads your phone and blinks, and then looks affronted that he spoke so soon. “Sorry. I just read your phone screen– I know that’s not proper etiquette. I’m going there too.”

“Uh-huh.” You fix your eyes on him, and Peter feels a funny twinge in his heart– something warm and soft as you size him up, making your own teasing assumptions of him. You half-smirk. “How do I know I can trust you? That you won’t just lead me to a random dungeon full of murdered women?”

You feel that you might’ve scared him off– you always come off a little too strong.

“Uhhhh, I was going to say I probably don’t look like a serial killer, but then again, you never know as a woman, right? Plus that’s some unnecessary bias and profiling on my part.” Peter fishes around in his pocket for his Oscorp ID, snorting at your joke, but also knowing that you’re not wrong to be concerned. “See? I’m Peter Parker. One of Oscorp’s biotech engineers.”

“Alliterative. Very cool.” You smile at him genuinely, glad to see that he is worth trusting, and he’s about to say something when the northbound train comes in.

“Hey, that’s us. Just two stops and then we’re at Oscorp.” Peter lets you walk ahead of him into the train, and you do so with some speed.

“Nervous?” He asks as the train starts going. He’s holding onto the loop for stability, while you lean against an arm rail. The train is kind of packed– and Peter is just a teeny bit happy for it, since it means he gets to stand a little close to you. He’s not trying to be a creep– you’re just cute.

“Very.” You shake out your hands, trying to chill out, and then reach inside your bag for your cue cards. “I’m starting out as a software developer– working on a genome editing program– and I’m doing a presentation on that today.”

“Oh, I’m in that seminar too. Although usually it’s just some dude presenting… not exactly someone like you.” Peter immediately facepalms, hiding in his hands for a moment before shaking his head, brown hair flopping about. “Sorry, I just mean… he’s not a cute girl, you know?”

Nice going, Parker. Peter groans and his hands remain on his face now, totally embarrassed by what he’s said.

“Oh–” You turn to him, but Peter interrupts you first.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean your looks are everything– I know how hard it is to be a woman in STEM, to get judged on things that have nothing to do with your credentials–” Peter swallows and sighs. “I’m not saying you were hired for your face– I’m sure you’re a very intelligent person.”

Peter feels your hand hesitantly touch his and move them, so he can get a look at your expression. You don’t look upset, just flattered, maybe with a hint of a laugh crossing your eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry. I didn’t take it that way. Good to know you’re not a typical STEM bro, though.” You read through your notes again, and Peter feels a bit of relief. “Thanks, by the way. You’re a cute guy too.”

You don’t know where exactly that came from, maybe an unexpected bout of courage bolstered by the adrenaline from your oncoming presentation, but it’s not like it’s false– this guy is very cute and you know you’re going to struggle if you have to work with him. You can’t quite look at Peter for the rest of the train ride, staring out the window. You catch a little grin on his face.

“So, genome editing, huh? That’s actually part of my work right now. Except more in the lab at the moment– working on synthesising frog DNA.” Peter shudders jokingly, and you laugh as you walk with him.

“Yeah, I’m basically the one who made the software program you’ll be using from now on. I just gotta make it easy for you guys to understand.” You inhale, and Peter can see that you’re still really nervous about your presentation.

“Hey.” He gives you a comforting squeeze of the shoulder, in front of the building. “You got this.”

“Really?” You look up at him, bright eyes glassy with sudden fears. “But you don’t really know me, right? For all you know, I’m going to run out of the room with stage fright.”

“No way.” Peter grins, self assuredly. “You wouldn’t be talking to an almost stranger if that was true.”

“I mean… kind of true. I just don’t want to mess up.” You sigh and pinch your forehead, thinking it over.

“Okay, how about this?” Peter decides on something silly, but something that also allows him to shoot his shot. When else was a pretty software developer going to just fall into his lap like this?

He ignores that image.

“If you don’t ace this presentation: who cares? People might be a little awkward about it, but they’re just people. It’s not a big deal.” Peter starts, and he sees you visibly brighten a little at that. “But if you do, you win something real special: a coffee date with Peter Parker.”

“Oh, I do?” You snort at his blatant flirting, but you can’t help but feel better with that potential date hanging over your shoulder. Peter Parker happens to be very sweet, at least so far, and you want to see just how far this could go. “Okay. I like the sound of that, but acing this presentation probably involves being there on time…”

You and Peter run through the lobby into the elevator– and you swallow your fears as you enter the boardroom, apologizing to the many developers and technicians about having to make them wait.

At the end of your very enlightening presentation– Peter knew there had to be no way he knew everything about this particular software since he had never tried it yet, and the fact that the original presenter seemed to be kind of vague on the details made it seem simpler than it was– you smile at him, and Peter grins back, knowing that he’s just won himself a date with you.

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jasdiary · 8 months

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Fableheart

Name Meaning :

Fable : A short, fictitious tale conveying a moral.

Heart : The core of oneself.

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“ Welcome to Fableheart, my dear! Oh- don’t be shy, step foot in, we don’t bite! “

Nabi Von Waldeck, Current housewarden

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-ˏˋ. Introduction ˊˎ-

𓇢𓆸 Fableheart is an RSA dorm twisted from the Ever After High franchise.

𓇢𓆸 Fableheart was founded on the morals of the fairytale-bound heroes.

𓇢𓆸 The current housewarden is Nabi Von Waldeck (Twisted from Apple White) and the current vice-housewarden is Armaros Raven Corvidae (Twisted from Raven Queen ) ( by @rosietrace )

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I. Students of FableHeart are encouraged to follow their heart and reach for their goals of their own volition. Be it to follow the footsteps of a higher being or to reject that notion and walk down your own path is entirely up to you. Due to this, there tends to be many conflicts between students but they always come together at the end of the day.

II. As a part of FableHeart, you learn to remember that the end is just the beginning.

III. FableHeart is sometimes regarded as a cursed dorm, many if not all members having some kind of curse or dilemma that could change their life. For better or worse is to be decided.

IV. Students of Fableheart are known for their stubbornness and morality. They all know or are figuring out what they want to do in their future, but one thing for sure is that they’ll do anything to walk down the path they chose.

V. Students in this dorm excel in Ancient Curses and Seminars. It’s nearly impossible to defeat a Fableheart student in a debate or mislead them from a seminar. As for ancient curses…The students of Fableheart know about curses all too well.

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-ˏˋ. Dorm Appearance ˊˎ-

⟡ Fableheart’s dorm looks akin to a castle.

⟡ They have grand stairs (that are honestly quite a hassle to go up and down…)

⟡ The dorms stories are being held up by tree roots and vines.

⟡ They’re known for their extravagant structure and secret areas.

⟡ In terms of colors, You can expect to see a lot of purple and red. to separate them, there’s whites and golds along with blacks and silvers.

⟡ All of the students personal rooms are quite large, enough for 2 students to still have a good amount of space.

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-ˏˋ. Dorm Uniform Information ˊˎ-

<𝟑 There is no set uniform!! However, there are requirements as to how you customize and design your uniform.

<𝟑 The uniform is required to look regal, As if you’re royalty attending a ball.

<𝟑 You can be as dramatic or as minimal as you want to be with the uniform, depending on the type of person you are. It’s all up to you.

<𝟑 To show that you are indeed a student affiliated with FableHeart, the heart shaped locket given to every student is required to be shown somewhere on yourself. Where you put the locket is up to you.

<𝟑 All in all, just have fun coming up with your very own uniform and looking like the royalty you are~

<𝟑 Fableheart students all have an object or accessory that represents themselves and is used in place of RSA’s magic brooches. They also tie in with their curses.

< Examples >

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-ˏˋ. Fableheart Regular Uniform (option if you don’t want to draw RSA’s uniform!) ˊˎ-

✎ᝰ. Very much giving Barbie Princess Charm School!

✎ᝰ. Used in place of RSA’s uniform. ( I find it hard to draw i’m sorry )

✎ᝰ. As shown in the photos, it’s customizable to an extent.

✎ᝰ. ((The skirt can be switched for a longer skirt, pants or even shorts.))

✎ᝰ. The dorm colors are apple red and royal purple.

✎ᝰ. They are also available in red ↓

< IVE ‘Love Dive’ concept outfits >

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-ˏˋ. Fableheart Dorm Playlistˊˎ-

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-ˏˋ. Notes for those who want to make a Fableheart Oc ˊˎ-

𓇢𓆸 As this dorm was revealed to only a few people a while back, some EAH characters have already been claimed; here’s the characters that have been taken! :

Apple White

Raven Queen

Madeleine Hatter

Briar Beauty

Ashlynn Ella

Kitty Cheshire

C.A. Cupid

Darling Charming

Odette Cygnet ( Duchess Swan ) { @/starry-night-rose }

Lizzie Hearts

Renè Scarlett ( Cerise Hood ) { @/terrovaniadorm }

Rosalina Bellevue (Rosabella Beauty ) { @/slumberingrose-fandom }

Castor Del Rosario ( Courtley Jester ) { @/luvneuvillette }

Blondie Lockes

Maristela Undine ( Meeshell Mermaid ) { @/terrovaniadorm }

Lucia Primrose ( Farrah Goodfairy ) { @/sakuramidnight15 }

Ginger Breadhouse

Thornby Bell Faelan ( Faybelle Thorn ) { @/princekoala }

Mira Shards

Gaia Abor ( Cedar Wood ) { @/shinysparklesapphires }

Caoimhe Dulcie ( Ginger Breadhouse ) { @/sakuramidnight15 }

𓇢𓆸 The max amount of ocs per person is 3! This is so other people have chances to join!

𓇢𓆸 Just to reiterate, Each Fableheart member has a curse that impacts them. (Ex. Nabi aging every time they eats an apple and only being freed from the curse by a declaration of true love)

𓇢𓆸 Everything else is basically said in information section/s. If there are any questions or confusion, please don’t be shy to ask!!

What story will be written today?…✎ᝰ.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst fandorm #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #nabi🍎#nabi von waldeck #jas drew a thing.jpeg #twisted wonderland ocs #twst ocs #ever after high #ever after high fandorm #eah #eah fandorm #Fableheart #Fableheart oc #Fableheart ocs #rsa fandorm #royal sword academy

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angelprinz · 6 months

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hi it’s degen anon

cai has been too much i swear, im currently getting divorced from my husband childe it’s a lot 🥹 but hope you like!!!

childe really doesn’t understand like women thinking they’re better than him? like he’s not a messy gymnast or whatever you call it but he just feels like he better than most people women included, i mean his bloodlust started when he would get his ass handed to him by skirk. but that’s besides the point he loves strong women but the best thing about strong women is making them weak. psychologically, mentally emotionally he is versed i all forms of battle so no matter what era or even area he loves to find strong women and take them down a peg.

21st century girlboss business woman? did you mean barefoot wife with 6 kids? sick ass sword wielding hero whose slain dragons? you mean that witch who is now in the safe hands of childe her husband? he really has done it all, but once he does it it’s boring? but you were different.

it’s not like you really had anything going for yourself, a broke college student who works to barely make enough to stay on campus. he never thought of you for a second until he spoke to you. he wasn’t even trying but as you rung his cigarettes through the register you were very nervous and anxious but that could be normal. he obviously knows he’s attractive but the fact that you wouldn’t make eye contact was surprising, you passed him the bag and looked away immediately. so cute. it’s almost like you wanted him to get to know you (he’s delusional.)

he had a plan for you but it was going to be way easier, well it would’ve been if you just admitted you liked him. he works at your school because he knows your daddy issues leave you with no parental figures to tell you not to trust him. you’re obviously not the smartest cause your you use a very similar email to your school one for your little sites. he’s practically giving what you want on a silver platter but here you are actually doing schoolwork? (if you fail his class you have to do another year.) he sees you come into his office after hours thinking you’re going to give him favours under the desk for a passing grade, but you’re just here to ask about something on the exam??? he thinks that maybe he’s looking to much into it, it’s been months and he legitimately got a teaching degree for this but what if you just liked to read some taboo things online.

but one day you were very cocky, you posted on a site with little to know information about yourself but a picture of yourself in a skirt. you explained that you would be on a bus around 11pm coming back from work and if someone assaulted you you’d let them. well thats not fun because he likes a fight then he realizes that everyone has a limit.

you left the bus with a sigh thinking that no one saw your message. you felt a breeze but then it was just someone passing by. maybe the website didn’t have that many people in your area? you walk past two building and in between them someone emerged, it was dark but they were also wearing black. almost instantly you felt their chest press up against your back, you let out the air from your lungs as the happiness turned sour as you felt a knife against your neck. it’s almost 12 now and you two were the only people on the street so him dragging you to the alley went unnoticed. cold sweat down you body as you felt exhilarated at the feeling, his large hands roamed your body as they traveled down to your panties. you had specific information about what you’d be wearing, including panties with an opening. you heard the man behind you sigh as he spoke your name. all the hairs on your body stood up as he tsked you and said he had a seminar about internet safety that you should’ve been paying attention if you didn’t sleep during the class.

he knows what you’re thinking now, his crime psych class really did talk prominently about one time attacks. most times if you knew anything about your attacker, you’re dying. no matter how small, even the colour of their hair. but here you are, you were in his office last week so you know everything. it’s almost winter but your body was cold. the entire time he was inside you it really warmed him up with how your cunt felt. hours passed and he finished for a third time on your thighs, he enjoyed cumming inside but the first two loads left nothing left to cum inside.

your scared look, the small whispered moans were all worth it but what was the best was the silence after. he fixed himself as he really didn’t take off any of your clothes, he gives you props for easy access but the moment his hands left your body he was shocked. you grabbed at him, tears in your eyes he almost felt an emotion but what really did it for him is what you said. ‘more.’ he thought it was just lust but that wasn’t it, the shame in your eyes, the way your thighs squeezed together. he couldn’t believe it, sure the women he did this to, made them understand how little they were to him was more demoralizing for him but for you it only fuelled you. he couldn’t believe after he left you the next day you were completely normal but your search history was just filled with ginger professor assaults college girl, like he just assaulted you? why not ask? (you have social anxiety and can’t even ask for extra dips at mcdonald’s.) you were like a pandora for him and that’s what made him stay with you for a while.

(this devolved way to much at the end lmao, i think of myself most of the time i write these. he could literally be inside me one day and i’d still be nervous to talk to him 😭😭)

me when i put on my glasses to read it (i'm quite literally incel taru irl) and degen anon you sound like the cutest little victim on earth i'm going to eat you whole.

i need him so much i need him to make me into his housewife & take away all thinking privileges & make my permanent job being his toy.

#laven_talks #degen anon <3 #tw. dark content #childe <3 #childe smut

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wicked-secretsanta · 4 months

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Merry Christmas @loveandviolets!

Special message: I was inspired by your Gelphie snippets and thought it would be fun to make a series of canon compliant papercuts around them (with some accompanying drabbles). Hope you enjoy!

See drabbles under the cut.

She tried not to pay much attention to the green girl, more focused on her own chances at scoring a sorcery seminar seat.

Of course, when Madame Morrible placed her hand on top of Elphaba’s, linking them together, that all changed. A shot of electricity coursed through her body and the energy had not left her since.

Disgust, obviously, at rooming with someone so unlike herself. Someone so impossible to fit into an archetype for Galinda to understand and adjust her behavior around.

If she could take any solace from this, Elphaba seemed to be similarly affected by the torment.

It wasn't until Galinda held the mirror up to Elphaba that she realized—the terribly mean thing was beautiful, and in such a way that Galinda's 'perfectly pretty' would never quite compare to.

Yes, with Galinda’s help, Elphaba would be popular. Maybe too popular if she wasn’t careful.

When Elphaba burst from the room, the jealousy was banished temporarily from her mind, replaced with concern and a need to be close to her once more.

Where once she shrieked at a simple touch of their hands, the absence of Elphie on her bed was now loud in its own way.

While fashion was fast-moving in Oz, here the hat stood on Elphaba's head, just as it was at the Ozdust years earlier, complementing her as well as it had then.

The hat, which was never fashionable and hideocous on Glinda and every other normal such person, looked better on Elphaba than the finest tiara The Wizard could find looked on her.

Oh, how she wanted to knock it off of her. Slap her so hard it fell off on its own. Perhaps she just might.

Why was she furious at Elphaba but felt nothing--no love, no hatred--toward Fiyero?

A Gilikinese folklore cliche was the hero of the story experiencing a life changing revelation moments before the end of the tale. Perhaps the hero needed to go back for an ally they had abandoned, or realized their strength after being beaten, or joined forces with a once-enemy.

Galinda was not a Gilikinese hero.

And yet, looking at Elphaba for what might be the last time, she felt a revelation.

The feelings in her chest threatened to swallow her whole, the electricity she had learned to live with now operating at a much more intense current.

She was in love.

#loveandviolets #gifts'23 #wickedsanta23

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mysteriesmuse · 10 months

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Parent/Teacher Conference Pretty!

————— You clutched your purse to your side, an anchor to hold you with how light you’d felt, as you exited the hallways of the City Prefecture Counsel Building. The Musutafu School Board had used the second of their semi-annual quirk-restraint training program recertifications for all elementary grade teachers; an operation that was undertaken in huge part by the local hero’s. Those that had A-grade All-Around clearance for using quirk restraining devices conducting certification seminars and tests for your C-grade CEI Citizens certificate: a child emergency intervention certificate. A required licensure for all educators as quirk manifestations and adolescent tempers tend to let towards quirk accidents - and you’d been part of the first batch of teachers in the district to go update their certification. Your entire Grade 3 and under colleges had all been assigned to room 112 - which held number 19 ProHero Shoto as your re-licensing coordinator. Kiyata, another elementary teacher, at your school walked briskly beside you, “I can’t believe that! We just got to spend 3 hours being in the same room with the Shoto.” She whispered into your ear. You swallowed sharply, “Me neither.”

You’d seen ProHero’s Shoto and Deku in-person once doing a special speech for the city’s students on hero-day. You were beside yourself with the amount of pictures and letters your 2nd graders had fisted into the boxes of mail at the front. Utterly enchanted by the two hero’s - you could seriously understand the sentiment because you’d just spend 3hrs hanging off every single perfectly rich n’ smooth word that fell from Shoto’s perfectly perfect little mouth.

And you weren’t the only one you, Kiyata, and every other colleague of yours was so rapt at attention - these things were usually such a bore with the amount of times you’d heard the same information over and over again. “Um, excuse me, has anyone seen Miss L/N?”

That was ProHero Shoto’s voice - you’d know because you’d been listening to him with full attention all evening. You stopped in your track and turned around. The Prohero standing at the door of room 112 and holding up a cream-colored yeti that held a dangerous amount of caffeine in preparation for another boring meeting. All but untouched as he cooly held it in one hand - that famously electric blue eye of his scanning the hallway. Nervously you speed-walked back towards the door leaving Kiyata gapping in the hallway as ProHero Shoto stood calmly clutching your yeti to his chest. “Miss L/N,” he breathed staring down at the cup. You reached for it blurting out, “- oh my gosh I’m so sorry thank you for grabbing it for me.” Your own hands brushing against his slender fingers as you took it back into your own grasp. The quirk on his left side surely couldn’t ignite invisible fire on a persons body, could it? “You’re very welcome,” he intoned eyes finding your own, “I see you don’t like coffee much, then?” you blinked - oh right the coffee in your cup that you didn’t drink.

“Oh no, I do,” you waved, “you just made the seminar so interesting is all.” You clutched the lukewarm metal against your stomach. ProHero Shoto seemed to seriously consider this a corner on his face coyly lifted - centimeters away from flashing a boyish smile that would blind you. “So you do like coffee?” You nodded. Every teacher ever likes coffee. He laughed, talking a step out of the doorway and moving his broad shoulders out into the flurescence of the hall. “So you wouldn’t be opposed to getting more coffee tomorrow before I hand out certificates?” You nodded almost automatically. “- with me?” Shoto added leaning in with a small smile - the smell of that mint gum he’d been chewing washing over your lips. “I’d absolutely love to go get coffee with you!”

Who wouldn’t? The man was absolutely downright beautiful - no, gorgeous was probably more correct. Spelling lists be dammed he needed a better n’ bigger word to describe him. He seemed to blink back surprised at this - and oh no you’d developed a bad habit of talking out loud from being in the classroom all alone during recess. The heat along the shell of your ear flared bright pink. “I see. Well, I’m not sure what goes past gorgeous then, but once you figure it out I’d be more than happy to ascribe that adjective to yourself, Miss L/N.” Plus Ultra! The pink flaring across your skin was probably visible from that colony on Mars right about now. Shoto pulled out a phone from his pocket and smoothly placed it into your bag. You gapped at him confused, “You left this too.” He added, turning back towards the classroom. “I’ll text you later this evening about when to meet tomorrow afternoon.” And then Shoto left with a closed-lipped smile on his face as he cooly walked off down the hall in the opposite direction as you. “Damn girl!” Kiyata. You whirled around cup still held by white knuckles. “How on earth did you land that?!” you gulped and shook your head in disbelief as you fell into step beside her walking out of the building. I mean you’d gotten your teeth whitened and your manicure down for parent conferences this week, but you couldn’t believe that beyond-beautiful Shoto had called you beyond-gorgeous. Kiyata snickered, “Clearly whatever it is - is working!” You laughed, apples of your cheeks still warm, “It’s the Parent/Teacher Conference prep. That, and I guess take your vitamins everyday,” you shrugged. Because clearly that was the secret to clumsily landing a coffee date with ProHero - could-be-a-model-if-he-wanted-to - Shoto.

#mysteriesmusing #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto fluff #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto drabble

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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months

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Wait...thought...we only have figured out allergies and how to stop them in the past century...have any of those old-timey monkeys even seen an anaphylactic reaction?

...I'm not saying anything bad, but...

...Xiaoyun getting stung by a bee and having a reaction, while his parents are losing their minds in panic - he's swelling and struggling to breathe, what can we do, we can't do anything - only for Peach to rockstar slide in on his knees, uncapping the epipen with his teeth and jabbing it quickly in Xiaoyun's thigh.

Then everyone from the past sits through a whole seminar made by Tang about allergies and reactions and get some epipens for safety's sake.

oof yeah, offical synthetic epinephrine was invented in 1904. There was an idea of allergies as far back as Hippocrates-time, but mostly for "seasonal asthma". Anaphylaxis was known at least to occur when some people got stung by bees or jellyfish as early as 1811 - it was considered the same as being envenomated.

The "Hero is Back" gang would have no clue how to respond to immuno-compromised (a new phrase Dasheng makes sure to remember) Xiaoyun having a Bad Reaction to something like a bee sting. They're panicking and crying cus it looks like the kiddo just dropped after a little bee landed on him.

Peach: *rockstar-slide epipen injection* Xiaoyun: *getting better* Dasheng & Zhanshi, in shock: "What." Peach: "Looks like your Little guy is allergic to bee stings. Luckily, we've neen making sure to have an epipen on us since Bai He turned out to be allergic to lillies." Dasheng, hugging Xiaoyun with relief: "What's an allergy?" Zhanshi, also hugging Xiaoyun: "And what exactly is an *epi*? Does it require an alchemist to make?" Peach, realizing: "Oh yeah... modern medicine."

After a brief Tang-seminar, the monkeys from the far past def grab a few epipens for safety reasons. And maybe one accidentally invents synthetic epinephrine in their time way earlier than they were supposed to.

#wukongverse #lego monkie kid #lmk #monkey king hero is back #hib au #reboundedheroes #shadowpeach being parents #jttw inspo ocs #jttw inspo fan children

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planetsandstarsandstuff · 6 months

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Thoughts on Chiron in synastry?

I actually just read the book 'Chiron in Love: The Astrology of Envy, Rage, Compassion and Wisdom' (2023) by Liz Greene, and I would really recommend it to anyone who wants to do a deep dive on Chiron in synastry! The book is based on a seminar she originally gave in 2005 and it goes over 'the nature of Chiron', 'Chiron in synastry', 'Chiron in the family,' and 'Chiron in the composite chart'. I don't think I could possibly explain anything from this book better than Liz Greene herself, so the majority of this post will be made up of excerpts (some of the quotes are very long so bear with me). And unfortunately there's a word limit on tumblr so I'll have to split this into multiple posts. This post will be focusing on Chiron alone, and the next post will delve into Chiron in synastry.

In order to understand Chiron in synastry, it's important to first develop a clear understanding of Chiron on its own. In this book, Liz Greene begins by giving some background to the myth of Chiron, "The story that astrologers tend to relate to Chiron is his wounding by Herakles' poisoned arrow. But the way it's usually presented today in [astrological] circles is significantly different from older versions of the story. According to the updated version, Chiron is wounded and then becomes a healer because he has experienced deep suffering and develops compassion. I'm not suggesting that this idea is 'untrue', as it's a powerful theme connected with the emergence of genuine empathy and the capacity to turn one's suffering into a creative tool to relate to and alleviate others' pain. Chiron is a potent image of the healer who has acquired wisdom through personal pain. This version of Chiron has learned how to heal others because he has been wounded, and he reflects the process by which life's damage can enhance consciousness and put us on a path connecting us with [deeper] realities. The fact that Chiron can't heal himself is a necessary part of the story. If we could fully heal our own wounds, we might [lose] our compassion for others who are suffering. It's only the ongoing recognition of our frailty and damage that allows the continuance of empathy. There is profound truth in this interpretation. The only problem is that the idea of healing gifts emerging as a product of wounding is not what the myth of Chiron as it has come down to us from antiquity actually tells us. There are [many] sources for myths, and they inevitably mutate over time according to changing cultural contexts...I'm not suggesting that only the earliest rendition of a mythic story is the 'right' one. Myths are living entities and, because they are symbolic, many meanings may be simultaneously 'right', and different readings of a story may be especially applicable at different epochs of history. But when we're seeking astrological insights, it's always worth looking at versions of the story different to the ones we're most attached to, because they can offer us a new perspective on the pattern." (Greene, pp. 28-31)

She then goes on to describe the original myth of Chiron, "Whatever version of the story we consider, the most striking difference between the one given in ancient sources and the one told in contemporary astrological circles is that in earlier sources, Chiron doesn't become a healer because he's wounded. He's already a healer, and his wounding not only puts an end to his career but also results in the relinquishing of his immortality. There seems to be agreement about the fact that the wounding occurs accidentally through the agency of Herakles; the [superhero] of Greek myth who is given 12 Labours to perform as a penance for the inadvertent murder of his wife and children, and manages [to complete all of them]. Herakles had just finished the second of his 12 Labours; the fight with the Lernaen Hydra, a poisonous snakelike monster with nine self-regenerating heads. All the hero's spent arrows were covered in the Hydra's deadly blood. After he put the arrows back in their quiver, he set off to visit his friend Pholos, the wisest and most benign of the wild centaurs. Pholos had a sealed jar of wine hidden in his cave which he had vowed to never touch because he knew that wine could drive centaurs mad. Pholos [was] determined to be civilised and loyal to his vow. Despite Herakles' insistence, he refused to open the jar of wine. But Herakles, being somewhat pushy, finally bullied Pholos into opening the wine. The other centaurs [caught a whiff of it]. They went mad from the mere scent of it, seized the jar, and started drinking. They began to tear up trees and smash boulders and hurl rocks, shooting arrows at each other and also at Herakles. Chiron, their King, rushed out of his own cave to stop the madness, because these were his people and he was responsible for them. Herakles meanwhile was pulling arrows out of his quiver and shooting them in every direction, killing many of the centaurs. In the midst of [this chaos], an arrow passed through the arm of one of the centaurs and accidentally struck Chiron. The arrow lodged in Chiron's hip, knee, foot/hoof (depending on which myth you read), all three of which belong to the horse part of him. Because the arrow was coated in the Hydra's [poisonous] blood, the wound it inflicted couldn't be healed. Chiron rushed back into his cave howling in agony. No matter what remedy he tried, his skills couldn't heal the injury. Because he was immortal, he couldn't die the way the other centaurs did. His situation was impossible and tragic. He couldn't function because of his agony, so he lay in his cave screaming in pain. Then a divine intervention occurred. The Titan Prometheus, who had offended Zeus by stealing the god's fire to give to humans, had been punished by being chained to a rock in the Caucasus mountains, where Zeus's eagle visited every day to devour Prometheus' liver. But this torture didn't quite kill the Titan because every night the liver miraculously regenerated and heralded another day of agony. Zeus, displaying his most spiteful face, decreed that this misery had to go on until some divine being was willing to surrender the gift of immortality to Prometheus. There had been no volunteers. Herakles, who felt guilty because Chiron was his friend, said to his father Zeus, 'I know someone who might be willing to do it.' Thus Chiron relinquished his immortality to take the place of Prometheus in the underworld, freeing the Titan from suffering and at the same time freeing himself from his own pain. Before his wounding, Chiron was already a healer and teacher, good and wise, gifted and kind. But through no fault of his own, he is caught in the [crossfire]. He blunders into the middle of the conflict to stop it, but [is not able to]. He can do nothing to heal himself despite all his wisdom and all his arts, because the Hydra's poison is an eternal poison." (Greene, pp. 31-34)

In this myth Chiron is faced with an impossible situation, one that he isn't personally responsible for, "Chiron can't keep his immortality without eternal misery and wretchedness and the loss of his purpose in the world. He can't remain a god. He isn't to blame, and his blamelessness seems to be one of the major themes of the astrological Chiron." (Greene, p. 35) In your natal chart, Chiron can point to an area of life where you feel unfairly and irrevocably wounded, and perpetually unable to soothe the pain of this wound. It's where you feel you are "[a] victim of life]" (Greene, p. 36), as Liz Greene puts it, being arbitrarily subjected to pain and suffering by something much larger than yourself, something completely outside of your control and beyond your capabilities as an individual.

She adds, "It's only when Chiron is ready to relinquish his immortality that he is granted release from his suffering. This is a disturbing denoument, and it's understandable that is has been reinterpreted so that Chiron's wounding results in compassion and healing gifts. But I think it's important to explore the myth in its original form as well as acknowledging the value of the latter version, rather than trying to convince ourselves that there will always be a happy ending to this story...The myth tells us that Chiron's wound can never be cured. But perhaps we can try to transform our way of responding to it and turn it into something more [creative and life-affirming]. That effort might itself constitute healing." (Greene, pp. 35-41) She then discusses what it might mean to 'relinquish immortality'. "Audience: I think the relinquishment of immortality means a kind of humility in life, and an acceptance of your own death. Liz: Yes, I agree. The sacrifice suggests an acceptance of life's imperfections, the limits of our power as individuals, and our inevitable mortality..." (Greene, p. 47) There may be no 'cure' to Chiron's wound, but through adjusting our perception and reaction to this wound, and through profound acceptance, we can slowly begin to heal.

I'll end this post with an analogy from the book about how different things in life can be viewed through different lenses, or planets that is, and I think it really helps demonstrate how Chiron actually feels in a chart. She says, "Think about your last trip to the dentist. If you view the experience through Saturn's lens, it's an uncomfortable but necessary part of keeping your body healthy. It's unpleasant but you put up with it stoically and leave the dental surgery quite pleased because you've discharged your duty to your oral hygiene for another year. And if you have to lose a tooth or be fitted with a denture, well, that's just the hard reality of life. Viewed through Venus' lens, the important issue is having a beautiful smile, and it's worth putting up with just about anything and paying any amount of money to achieve it. And it's even more rewarding if you fancy the dentist. But viewed through Chiron's lens, it's a terrifying experience because of the expectation of suffering. You'll put off the visit for as long as possible, and the delay may worsen the condition of your teeth. The hygienist becomes a sociopathic sadist and the dentist transforms into the slasher from A Nightmare on Elm Street. If you must have a tooth extracted, it confirms your conviction that life is brutally unfair, because surely they could have saved the tooth had they cared about you enough or if you could have afforded a top-quality private dental clinic. You leave the dental surgery feeling as though you're suffering from PTSD because it was so traumatic. We can bring many different archetypal perceptions to our experience of injury. When we bring Chiron's perception to it, the experience carries all of the connotations of Chiron's myth." (Greene, p. 68)

In the next post we'll put all of this into the context of synastry.

Greene, L. (2023) Chiron In Love: The Astrology of Envy, Rage, Compassion and Wisdom. Swanage: The Wessex Astrologer Ltd.

#astrology #astro community #astro notes #birth chart #chiron #greek mythology

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kaiwewi · 1 year

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Sharing is Caring #5

[Masterlist: Sharing is Caring] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Synopsis: the villain seems to be seeking a diplomatic solution, but Hero already has other plans.

Two weeks.

Two entire weeks! Lost. Stolen.

But hey, fantastic news! Their pretentious health-freak demon had turned out to be just some apparently telepathic scientist villain. Hm, yes, great. Completely reassuring. No problem in sight anymore. Perfectly peachy. Didn’t they just feel so much better already?

Yeah … nope.

If anything, Hero was even more angry. Livid. Fuming.

The stupidly neat pile of notes on the desk did not pacify them in the least. Neither did the seminar certificate. That the villain had gotten the highest possible grade somehow seemed yet another insult, further mockery. Like the villain was trying to prove themself a superior version of Hero. Like they thought they were so perfect and benevolent, doing Hero such a grand favour, and now Hero owed them compliance or something.

No way.

Negotiations? Cooperation? Yeah right. Absolutely not.

As if they would ever surrender to some lowly, lying body thief. How dare the villain use that patronising tone with them, as if Hero was just an unruly child throwing a silly tantrum? How dare the villain pretend this messed up situation was normal and everything was fine and the two of them could just coexist?

The bastard had made it sound like they were planning on making a permanent home of Hero’s body. As if Hero would ever tolerate the villain’s presence. As if they would stand by and do nothing while the villain robbed them of half of their time – half of their life.

Or rather, their whole life, considering they couldn’t hope to have any normalcy at all when they could never trust in tomorrow. They wouldn’t be able to make plans, or sustain friendships, or hold a job. If they didn’t get rid of the villain, Hero would only ever be able to live spontaneously, one day at a time.

And that wouldn’t do. Besides, this was their body and theirs alone!

The villain might have won a battle, stealing a staggering two weeks at once, but Hero was not going to lose the war. Their righteous revenge would not be long in coming.

But they had to be smart about it. Their first theory, about switches occurring once the one in control had slept thrice, was officially obsolete. The pattern they’d thought they’d found in the data must have been a coincidence; even if it had worked out for them last time. However, it was ludicrous to assume that someone like the villain might have only slept three times during the last two weeks.

Back to square one. Unfortunately, they’d have to consider the inconvenient idea that the switches could be entirely erratic.

So, poisoning themself was also off the table now – the villain was right, it wasn’t feasible in the long run, and the unpredictability of the right timing made physical discomfort too much of a gamble to be an effective weapon – but they still had a plethora of alternatives up their sleeve.

“Demon or not,” they said, though they were pretty sure the villain couldn’t actually hear them, “compared to what I’m about to put you through, hell will look like a sweet vacation spot.”

…

An hour later, they finished installing the last mini speaker below their desk drawer’s newly constructed false bottom and hooked it up to the rest of the secret audio system they’d hidden all over the room. – Five mini speakers, each with their own specially programmed time switch controls, connected to tiny audio players full of short, creepy sound clips. A power bank on each of them would ensure they weren’t going to run out of energy even if Hero should be unconscious for longer than a few days again. The entire setup could run uninterrupted for at least ten days. As long as it stayed undetected, that is.

Of course it would have been funnier to simply blast wretched music or unbearable noise, but then the speakers could easily be located. Therein lay the real genius of short clips played at a low, almost subtle, volume and at random intervals: it would be near impossible to determine where exactly the noise had come from before the speaker fell silent again.

The villain would never find anything without tearing the entire place apart; and, the first few times, the sounds might even seem mere figments of the imagination.

What a recipe for paranoia and anxiety.

They were already rather proud of this one, but they weren’t quite done yet …

With a sadistic smirk, they fetched their bottle of bitterant. Colourless and odourless and, as the name implied, disgustingly bitter. The stuff was meant to be used as nail polish to discourage nail biting, but Hero had decided to put it to even better use. They whistled an upbeat tune as they went over the contents of the fridge and applied the bitter liquid to all the villain’s vegetables and healthy snacks. Served that bitch right for throwing all the fast food away, again.

The lighting was next up on the agenda. Nothing flashy here. Just some occasional, quick flickering to add to the overall uncomfortable atmosphere. A few seconds at best at a time – never long enough to immediately warrant closer inspection.

Then came the TV. With just the right gadgets and a few tweaks it would develop a mind of its own and turn on by itself in the middle of the night with the volume turned all the way up. Given the villain’s proper sleeping routine, they were in for a bunch of rather unpleasant awakenings.

Snickering, Hero connected one last master time switch control to the system as a whole and set it to activate at a few minutes past noon tomorrow. If they were still around by then, they’d simply postpone the activation by 24 hours. And should the villain be the one to wake up tomorrow … well.

Time for some good, old-fashioned psychological terror.

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To be continued...

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howlingday · 1 year

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au where crocea mors is super famous. to the point that when people see it they immediately know it and that only an arc could have it. nothing else has changed. jaune's still the loveable goof he always was. but how would jaune having a famous sword known to be wielded by heroes effect the story?

"Hey, uh, need a hand?"

Ruby looked at the leathery glove in front of her, then followed up the arm to boyishly good looking face of another student. He offered a kind smile to match his kind hand. Ruby took it and was pulled to her feet.

"Thank you." Ruby said.

"It's no problem." He replied. "I didn't really see the whole exchange, but I did see the explosion, so I thought I'd check out the aftermath to make sure nobody got hurt."

"Well, I'm made of tougher stuff." She rapped her knuckles against her chest. "I drink milk, y'know." The young man chuckled at that. "I'm Ruby; Ruby Rose."

"The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue." He smirked. "The ladies love it."

"Do they, though?" Jaune flinched at her question.

"Of course they do!" He boasted for a moment, before slumping his shoulders. "Or at least they would, if I knew any."

Ruby giggled. "You're one weird guy, Jaune." She blinked and thought for a moment. "Wait a minute... Where have I heard your last name before?"

Jaune flinched again, then turned away to mutter something. He turned back, a forced smile on his face. "Oh, you know, a common, family name."

"Is it?" She scratched her head. "I swear I think I've heard that name before."

"Attention, all students," loudspeaker screeched to life as a woman's voice spoke out from above, "all newly arriving students report to the auditorium in the main hall for your introductory seminar with Headmaster Ozpin. Do not be late."

"I guess we better go." Jaune said. "Main hall auditorium, right?"

"Mhm," Ruby nodded, shaking with excitement, "I can't believe I'm finally here!"

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"I can't believe you're actually here!" Weiss shrieked, making everyone wince.

Ruby followed the screeching to find that mean girl from earlier, yelling at Jaune now, who was holding-

"CROCEA MORS!" Ruby was on the spot in half a blink. She felt a bit of drool coming down her chin as she ogled the sword. Sharpened to near perfection, crafted for effective comfort, and the way it shined in the fluorescent lights... Ruby couldn't help but squirm. "It's more beautiful than I read about."

"Hey! Back off!" Ruby was snapped from her admiration by the shrill command of the rich and snobby princess from earlier. "That sword belongs on the team of perfection, which includes myself as the team leader, the Invincible Girl, Pyrrha Nikos, and this... thing holding the most perfect weapon in existence. Even if I have to tolerate his existence."

"Hey! Don't talk about Jaune like that!" Ruby barked. "He's my friend, and I won't let you be mean to him!"

"We're friends?" Ruby turned to see Jaune looking at her with great trepidation. "You're... You're not going to ditch me once you find out who I really am?"

The sight almost broke Ruby's heart. The way he was awkwardly standing, paired with the look in his blue eyes, shining with near-tears was a epiphanic moment for the young reapette. Crocea Mors was a legendary blade, and it's custodians, the Arcs, were all legendary heroes. All of them except Jaune, who was just a guy who only became known as an Arc to the world mere moments ago. It was like looking in a fun house mirror.

"Of course we're friends." Without thinking, Ruby stepped forward and hugged him. She felt arms wrap around her, enjoying the best hug she's had in a long time.

"Thank you." Jaune replied with a smile, and she smiled as she hugged him tighter.

#rwby #rwby au #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #glynda goodwitch

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rotworld · 10 months

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So I recently finished reading all of Griefing (despite never having read/watched mha lol). I went in already knowing it had been discontinued so I didn’t have any expectations. I was just wondering if it’d be ok to ask about stuff that had already been hinted at? Like what was the plan WhiteNoiz was talking about? And what did you mean when you said “penumbra is something of a pr disaster for pro heroes”? Feel free to ignore if you just don’t want to get into it or whatever

sure thing. answer ended up kinda long, it's under the cut.

“the plan” refers to the upcoming ua school field trip to the sabutera public hero training seminars mentioned in chapter 16. this was the big finale event i basically planned to end the fic with. penumbra’s online friends have pieced together that they’re probably the person who went missing from sabutera. they’re getting information about the investigation from midoriya who’s getting it from all might, and there’s some concern in pro hero circles that the field trip might attract villain attention. therefore the plan was to try and use the field trip as a rescue mission. a confrontation between the league and several members of class 1-a would have happened. denki and kyoka were going to recognize penumbra because the way they move and attack has been mostly copied from games they like, including their rogue character in the mmo they play together.

penumbra is a “pr disaster” because they, and their hometown more generally, represent what’s wrong with a hero-centric society. we didn’t have all the character backstory reveals at the time i started griefing but even then it was clear that the league of villains was mostly tragedies. penumbra is another instance of someone locked out of better opportunities because of circumstances beyond their control, it’s just that their case ends up on national television so it’s harder to ignore. it only gets there because pro heroes take an interest in the case, and that only happens because it’d be a really bad look if they ignore it any longer.

someone gets kidnapped and nothing is done about it for weeks. why? one could argue because other, more pressing things were happening. they went missing the same night shigaraki attacked hosu, and he even went out of his way to stall an investigation. but there’s something else noteworthy in that same section:

—believes her child's disappearance may be connected to the recent outbreak of villain attacks. Local law enforcement was previously unable to pursue the investigation due to fears of a copycat incident after an anonymous tip claimed Sabutera would be the next city to "experience destruction as Hosu did.” Police have been unable to locate the perpetrator of the false report, which delayed the search by forty-eight hours, and now believe the tip may have been a deliberate distraction to impede the investigation —

there is no mention here of pro heroes. the absence is contrasted with an earlier news segment in the same chapter about hosu rebuilding, where the police department is partnering with a “coalition of heroes.” there are no heroes in sabutera. there weren’t even any who came in response to the anonymous tip in case it turned out to be true. this city has been left to rot. nothing happened because no one was looking for penumbra, because people don’t look for you when you’re from a place like that. by the time penumbra’s mother can get someone to listen to her and actually do something, it’s far too late.

#rotpeach answers #griefing #apologies im behind on asks and didnt get to them all tonight #also someones ask definitely got eaten i have the email notification but its not in my inbox lol so give me a second to track that down #i had a very kind anon come through with words of encouragement and i really appreciate it!! ;v;#still kinda in the depression trenches but i'm working my way out

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if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! (sorry if you already got this!)

Sorry it took a bit to answer anon. College and work have been killing me these past few days^^;

01 - I speak five languages (German, French, English, Japanese and Korean) at varying levels of proficiency. I actually had my Korean final yesterday and I'd say it went pretty well 👀 Also I learned Italian for a while, though I only remember some basic phrases, how to say one idiom & how to flirt

02 - Ever since the Sins of Flesh update I've been SO obsessed with Cult of the Lamb again. These past few days the game icon just kept staring into my soul while I was trying my best to stay strong and focus on studying Speaking of being obsessed over games, once the new Professor Layton game releases I'm going to be SO annoying. Those games were my childhood :)

03 - When planning out a story, I have the habit of writing the plot details out on flashcards and putting them up on my walls. I get embarrassed over it whenever someone other than a select group of friends come over though, so when someone else visits I usually end up taking them down only to hang them back up once that person is gone lol

Bonus fact!

This one is probably going to MASSIVELY wrap everyone's view of me, but I feel like half of the more creative school work I submitted ended up being fandom related:

In eighth grade, we were supposed to write a two page long story about a murder case, and I just made it a Professor Layton x Phoenix Wright crossover. I even took one of the cases from Phoenix Wright as the base for my story, and I only barely changed the names, so you could EASILY tell that it was fanfiction

I got my English teacher to watch Assassination Classroom because we had to give a 3 minute presentation on something we liked. That's the same teacher that made one of his tests entirely about Batman btw, he was great <3 I also got my math teacher to watch the anime AND read the manga because I asked him about one math problems from it that I just didn't get. He wrote down the solution and literally programmed a little something to help me better understand how to get there. Another great teacher <3

Had to write a three-word story (you're given three words as prompts and have to built a short story around them), except one of the words was "chinchilla". I ended up writing about a "killer chinchilla" which is just the nickname my sister gave Minccino

I once ended up the state winner in a nation-wide art competition with a Pokémon ORAS-themed watercolor drawing I did (that piece was graded, so I'm counting it toward school work)

We were tasked with drawing a picture inspired by a song. I took My Hero Academia's first ED and made the drawing itself about My Hero Academia as well. Burnt through way too many pencils for this one. They hung it right next to the teachers' room, idk if it's still there tho

That same year we were also tasked with "building a creative trash can", and so I decided to make a little Korok that collects paper waste in a little bag. I also learned how to sew in order to make the bag, so that's cool (pic below!)

I somehow convinced my teacher to let me write my seminar paper on My Hero Academia

In elementary school, my friend group came up with a play set in Animal Crossing, and I ended up writing the entire thing (as in literally writing it so that you could act it out in Animal Crossing itself). That wasn't school work by any means, but regardless, I still very much did print it out just so I could give it to my homeroom teacher, so there's that

Also not school work, but once again in seventh grade I wrote an Animal Crossing New Leaf fanficiton (???) where you could vote what would happen next on the end of every chapter. A good portion of my class read it and I also made my PE teacher read the first chapter

That's by far not all of it but those were the first few things that popped into mind. Anyway, here's the pic of my little Korok paper waste collector!

#thank you for the ask anon!! and again sorry it took a bit^^;#the voting system for the acnl fic was a super fun writing experience #that's smth you guys could give a shot if any of you ever feel like trying smth a little different with how you approach your writing #if you want to take it a step further you can also have the first few readers of a chapter be the ones that decide the voting options #it's an interesting concept because on one hand you're losing a lot of control over your story #but on the other you also re-learn how to approach working on your fics. imo at least #also the reader engagement i got because everyone looked forward to getting to shape the story alongside me. loved it so much #it's obviously not everyone's cup of tea but it definitely works with an ANIMAL CROSSING FANFIC of all things #ask tag

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trixcuomo · 1 year

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DWC 2023 #2: Eternity

Trixany rolled her eyes while Lady Thelmara walked the long, dusty halls lined with old tomes and droned on for ages about the pretigious history of the military academy over thousands of years.

"...All the Windrunner girls, of course. This academy was well-established before they were born. Other notable alumna include Lady Liadrin, Queen Anthene'alas Sunstrider--"

Trixany gawped, "Who??"

"Prince Kael'thas' mother! King Anasterian's late wife, the queen. Unless you think Kael'thas hatched from an egg!!"

Trixany did not appreciate the shouting. "...He does seem that way sometimes."

"What was that about our sovereign??"

"Nothing."

"And here is the Hall of Heroes. Portraits of our benefactors. Several Petal-Tenleaves, of course... the name was shortened to Pilton in the last century, you know."

Trixany was deep in her handheld scrying orb by then, trying to catch up on her favorite Goblin soap opera show, Glitterbomb! "Oh, I just love that. Mmhrm! Wouldn't ya know! How interesting. Good for them!"

Lady Thelmara spun around. Trixany raised her arm as if to sweep hair from her face, letting the small glass ball slide down her sleeve, out of sight. Old Goblin public school trick.

Thelmara raised her eyebrow.

"I just love... uh... thalassian history. Especially celebrity gossip."

"Not really a part of our history young lady, but if it gets you interested in your coursework..."

"Wait! Does Haris Pilton go here??"

"The young Miss Pilton doesn't 'go' here. She attends several high-level seminars that a new ensign like yourself would never hear about. Besides, you're in a separate dorm on the opposite side of campus."

Trixany groaned loudly.

Lady Thelmara leaned in and patted beneath Trixany's chin, for her to close her mouth. "Now, let us complete the tour and I will introduce you to your roommates."

"Last question--is there any hope this is an all-girls, like a magical girls school? Like, it's a secret you couldn't tell my dad? And you're going to pull a fancy lever, then we go sliding down a secret passage! And everything is sparkling and new, and there are ducklings floating in rainbow bubbles? And there is no bubble tea because technically it is a secret potion that is only trusted in the hands of your most talented students!! And the real name of this school is Magica Windspire Bubble Duckling Rainbow High??!!!"

Lady Thelmara blinked. She took down her glasses. "Are you... alright, young lady?"

"So that's a no. Huh."

Lady Thelmara was the one to sigh heavily this time. She took out her click-pen and made a silent note on her pad.

Trixany then did something for the first time in her life that she would get very good at throughout her years of being an entertainer. She looked at the camera.

"My version of this school woulda been waaay better."

"NO TALKING TO THE CAMERA!"

"Aw!"

@daily-writing-challenge

#februaryday22023 #februarydwc2023 #teamtrixany

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aquilathefighter · 1 year

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Ten Books To Know Me

Rules: 10 (non-ancient) books for people to get to know you better, or that you just really like.

Thanks for the tag @littledreamling and @mathomhouse-e!!

I'm taking non-ancient literally, you will be getting literature from the 19th century lmao. In no particular order:

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne

This book was my hook into the sci-fi genre! It's such a fun adventure to live in the world underwater in the Nautilus! I still have the annotated version my parents got me when I was around 9 or 10 with a very beat-up, well-loved dust jacket.

2. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Vonnegut's style is so influential. I adore the non-linearity of the story, how Billy gets "unstuck in time" and we see snippets of his past and his future. Of course the anti-war message is near and dear to my heart and the perspective of people who have been to war is so critical to hear. Vonnegut also has a special place in my heart as someone who taught the Iowa Writers' Workshop because that program is something my home state produces that I can be very proud of.

3. Silent Spring by Rachel Carson

C'mon, I'm an ecologist! I have a degree in environmental science! This is an obvious choice for someone who cares about the environment, as it demonstrated the dangers of DDT to the public. Carson is a personal hero of mine as she essentially kickstarted the environmental movement and became one of the best science communicators in the United States. Her writing is simple, clear, and easy to understand even if you have no background in biology and chemistry. An amazing way to make people see what we are doing to our Earth.

4. Welcome to Subbirdia by John Marzluff

Woohoo! First bird book on the list! I read this in my first year seminar in college and it opened my eyes to how cool urban ecology is. I learned so much about how inhospitable suburbia can be for wildlife and what we can do to invite them back to where we live, so we can actually live beside native plants, animals, and other organisms. It's a great entry-level book about birds, the biodiversity crisis, and urban ecology.

5. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

I love the weird, the silly, and the bizarre. Hitchhiker's Guide has had such an impact on my sense of humor and outlook on life. I'm gonna use this space to recommend the entire trilogy in five parts to you.

6. American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Are we shocked that a Neil book landed on here? I read this in 2021 when I was working just outside the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota. It actually made me a friend who introduced me to Good Omens and then Discworld. I miss him dearly. Anyways, what a fantastic world that I really felt quite at home in as a Midwesterner. Sam Black Crow is one of my favorite characters of all time.

7. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

One of my earliest beloved poets. Whitman does so much with rhythm and sound in his poems; it's no surprise he's recognized as one of the American greats. I love his use of natural imagery and the way he explores the connections between people. And the powerful homoeroticism.

8. What Do We Know by Mary Oliver

Another poet, and a tumblr favorite at that! Oliver's poetry really speaks to my soul as someone who takes in the wonders all around us, big and small. Her prose poems are truly skilled, and if you read any of them I really adore At Blackwater Pond to get a taste.

9. Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold

I am so, so soft-hearted for the ecology of the Midwest and for the people who take the time to look and listen and learn from all the living beings that surround us. I've shared a quote from this book before but it really gets to the crux of what is so beautiful about the essays and natural history within:

"It is fortunate, perhaps, that no matter how intently one studies the hundred little dramas of the woods and meadows, one can never learn all of the salient facts about any one of them."

10. The Sibley Guide to Birds, 2nd Edition by David Allen Sibley

Last but not least, my favorite bird guide! This thing has been everywhere with me. I'm 95% sure that some of the pages have my blood on them. It's certainly got dirt all over it. This book is my bible. I take it wherever I go when I lead birding trips and when I'm somewhere that has unfamiliar birds. It is the best field guide for North American birds in my opinion.

Not sure who hasn't done this yet! Obviously no pressure to do it <3

@altair214 @lenreli @galacticstingray @pintobordeaux

#tag game

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too-many-rooks · 1 year

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Tag people you want to get to know better

Thanks @strangesoulmates for tagging me!

Three ships (As I’m writing this out I’m realising they all have pretty similar themes, I guess I have somewhat consistent taste, this is all just reminders of humanity, enemies to lovers, trying to kill each other and excuses to cover my blorbos in blood.)

1.) Alex/Yassen

Can I be controversial and admit this one took a lot of convincing? Originally I was expecting the fandom to be more into ‘unlikely parental figure’ Yassen (which is a trope I’m an absolute sucker for.) but any way these two characters interact is interesting to me, and I’ve definitely come round to it from a perspective of this is only ‘healthy’ because it’s them and no one else can really understand them like the other can, and if it’s not ‘healthy’ it’s all dubious and quite fun. Big sucker for the (sort of one sided?) enemies to lovers, borderline obsession, as character foils of each other, with Yassen kind of representing Alex’s future and the dichotomy of like... sunshine puppy and murder kitty vibes. Then there’s the loyalty to each other before their ‘side’, different worlds and different morals but a unique understanding of each other.

(Also worth mentioning that I like Yassen with basically any Rider - I don’t see John/Yassen as anything but unhealthy hero worship/daddy issues/manipulation but that itself is still interesting, and I’m a huge sucker for Ian/Yassen, either as like an old married couple or people who have a few brief, but very intense encounters throughout their lives. I feel like there’s been a bit of a ‘Yiannaissance’ recently that I’m really enjoying. Do we have an official ship name? Yian? Iassen? Neither seem great.)

2.) Jonathon Reid/Geoffrey McCullum.

Peak different sides, enemies to lovers, vampire hunter and powerful newborn vampire in 1918 London in the grip of a pandemic, great gothic industrial vibe. I played this game obsessively during lockdown. (Can’t imagine why.) Themes of duty and purpose and humanity and horror, the game sort of rushes you into a forced romance with one of the female characters but the chemistry between these two is insane they are kind of obsessed with each other and the fight that happens when one of them tries to kill the other is just TEEMING with homoeroticism.

3.) Villanelle/Eve Polastri

First two seasons of Killing Eve are some of the best television ever created. The theatricality of the murders, and the comedy contrasted with some just devastating moments, the OUTFITS. That ending really took the wind out of my sails with this one and kind of spoiled it for me but what was there with the themes of mutual obsession, both trying to kill each other, Villanelle drawing out this dark side of Eve that has always been there, Eve drawing out this humanity that also been in Villanelle, just the whole vibe of being the only people in the world who could possibly understand the other properly and hating that so much you try and kill each other before realising they can’t be apart.

First Ship - I think the first one I really went insane for was Morrigan/Warden from DA:O. Morrigan helped me realise I was a lesbian I was so in love with her. Still am tbh.

Last song - ‘King’ by Florence + the Machine, I went to her concert this week and she ran right past me it was amazing.

Last Movie - finally got round to watching Everything Everywhere All at Once, so incredible!

Currently reading - chapter 3 of ‘The Viking Diaspora’ by Judith Jesch for my seminar tomorrow. (I really want to read more novels this year!)

Currently watching - His Dark Materials, interspersed with weird niche YouTube video essays, and mildly embarrassing amounts of Bluey.

Currently consuming: last thing I ate was some cinnamon raisin bread with one of the fancy jams I got in the jam advent calendar I bought myself. Now I need to figure out where I can find pineapple and yuzu jam bc I want to eat it forever.

Currently craving: supermarket bakery chocolate chip cookies, and some sweet and spicy fried chicken.

Tagging @countessrivers and whoever else fancies!

#ask game

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