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playful-dark-stars · 3 years

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Hi, I believe I am the person whose ask with the prompt you deleted by accident. Anyway I was asking for 29 prompt with lee!Error (if u write for him) and the ler could be any Sans (just possibly not Ink). Of course if you don't wanna take this request it's alright, take care.

Hello there! To answer you, yes, you were the person I deleted on accident (I'm so sorry). And yes, I write for prompts for Error.

29 - Am I teasing you too much?

Lee Err0r - Ler Dust

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“Hey Error?” Error looked and saw Nightmare. “Hey Nightmare, something wrong?” “No nothing wrong but...How and why is Dust following every command you say?” Error blinked and laughed a little. After Nightmare asked, Dust came in with a bag of chocolate. Dust rarely listens to anyone. “Error, how did you manage to make him ACTUALLY listen? How, I need to know” Error blushed remembering the whole situation. “Okay Night, so here’s the embarrassing story... So basically...”

Error was in the living room with a hammock made out of his strings, while Night was sitting on the couch. 2 Best friends chilling in a room. Until the peace gets ruined by Dust. "Booossssssss! Killer's trying to murder someone" Dust, that's his name. And he enjoys killing. "So what's the problem with that?" "He's killing them in the back room and started a fire" Yep, there it is. "Damn it Killer.... Okay, time to slap some sense back into him" Nightmare got up and left the living room while Dust just stood there. "Soo, what's good trashy glitch face?" And here we go. Dust and his love for pissing people off. “Oh shut it and tell me what you really want?” “Can’t I just talk to an old glitchy rat friend of mine?” Error just gave a glare. “Okay fine. Out of your entire time of being here, I’ve NEVER seen you smile. Can you maybe smile?” “There are a few things I would do for you, THAT is surely not one of them” Dust pouted. He wanted to see him smile. He reached his hands over to the glitching skeleton’s face. Error jumped back and used his strings to tie Dust up. “What the- C’mon glitch face!” Error kept his distance. “What the hell were you doing?!” “I saw it somewhere. I tried to use my fingers to make you have a genuine smile.” “Dust, I think you’ve seen to many movies.” Damn straight he has. “Aww c’mon! You only ever let Geno see your smile!” (They are brothers in this AU). “So what?” “So, stop being wuss and let me see it!” Error just teleported to the back room. He saw Killer hung up by his foot. “Boss, ‘m sorryyy!” This is a daily thing, don’t worry. “Hey Night, Dust is hung up in the living room. You can feel free to mess with him afterwards.” Nightmare looked his the glitch’s direction. “Alright. See ya around buddy” Error glitched away. Feel free to imagine what happens to Killer, just pray he doesn’t pass out twice.

Error was in the anti-void. After 10 minutes, he started playing with his strings trying to make random shapes. He was bored and had nothing else to do. If he destoyed an AU, Ink would come after him and he wasn’t looking for chase at the moment. “Soo...Can I see you smile?” Error jumped and turned around. Dust?! Wait...How’d he get in the void?? “Dust....How the HECK did you get in the anti-void?” “Boss gave me a portal here since I wouldn’t stop bothering him” Of course. “You’re not gonna leave me alone until I smile, huh?” “Nope” Err0r rolled his eyes and made a really fake smile. “There, happy?” “Oh come on! Actually smile!” Dust, I’ll just say this now. He would literally DIE before showing his smile willingly. Well, to Geno, that’s a different story. Dust thought for a bit and an idea struck. “Hey Error, wanna make a bet?” This caught the glitching skeleton’s eye by the slightest. He nodded and payed attention. “If I can get you to crack a smile or blush for 10 minutes or more, you gotta be my little servant for the rest of the week.” Error thought about it for a bit. “What’s in it for me?” “I’ll leave you alone for 2 months or I’ll be your servant” Not a total drag of a deal. “Fine, deal” Dust smiled. Not only because he’d finally get Error to smile, but because he planned ahead.

“Okay so, keep your arms up.” Error was confused but did as told. “Dust, I swear if your gonna do something stupid, I will feed you to Horror after I kill you.” You can bet your soul that’s not a joke. “I’m curious. What the heck are yooOAAAH!” Dust jammed his fingers into the other’s ribs. Error slammed his arms back down. He tried his best to keep his giggles down. “D-Duust! Whahat are you doihihing!?” “Just trying to make ya smile! I bet you have such an adorable one too.” Error tried his best not to smile, and was succeeding. So far. Dust wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted yet so he switch his attack to his spine. Error’s ‘lips’ started to curl into a smile. It was getting so much harder to not laugh. “Ooh, is that a smile I see? Are ya startin’ to laugh?” Error slapped a hand over his mouth. “I-I’mhmhm nohohootttt!!” “Oh really? So I can start faster?” The glitching skeleton tensed up. I don’t think he’d be able to hold the giggles bubbling in his throat. Once Dust reached his underarms, the giggles broke out. “Pfffttttahahahahahahah!! N-Nooohohoho!” Bingo. Dust kept this going for a bit. He laughter was kinda funny, glitching a little here and there. “Aww, look at that smile of yours! Why do you hide it?” “Nooohohohhoohahah! Shuuhuhuhutt uhuhuhuhuhuhup!” Error tried to get away but where ever he went, Dust’s hands followed. “It’s sad I never get to hear how adorable your laugh is! It’s soo cute!” A blush spread across the glitching skeleton’s face. “Duhuhuhuhuhst!! I swehehehehaaear you’re dehehead ahahafter thiihihihiss!” “Sure I am buddy!” Error tried to escape once again but ended up tripping over his own feet. Dust quickly sat down on his thighs. “Aww, why are you trying to run from me? Was this for me to tickle you in a better position? ” Dear lord, I speak for Error when I say: NO. The dusty skeleton started to slowly tickle up and down his ribs. He’d poke and scribble faster when he’d reach a sensitive area. “Laugh away little lee! Laugh away as I tickle tickle tickle you to a giggling blushing mess!” “Sh-Shuhuhut uhuhhup!! Juuuhuhuhust shuhut uhuhuhuHUHAHAhahap!” “Aww but why? Am I teasing you too much?” Error always HATED teasing. And Dust has his ways of knowing this. The glitching skeleton was laughing, but not hard enough. Dust quickly turned towards Error’s feet. Oh this wasn’t looking good. “N-No Duhust wait!! Pleahaese no!” Dust already removed the other skeleton’s shoes and socks. “Let me think about it. How about...NO!” “GHAHAHAHAHAA N-NoohohohohOHOHOH!” Dust moved up and down his soles slowly. And when I say slowly, I mean SLOWLY. This was gonna break Error. This was going way to slow. It was driving him up the wall but there was no way in his life he was gonna say anything. But it was getting to him so badly. Eventually, he just broke. “D-Duhuhuhust! S-Stohohohohop going sohohohoho sloohohow!!!” Dust looked back. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I knew you’d ask me to go faster at some point! You’re enjoying this more than I thought.” Dust sped up way more than intended. The tear stained skeleton’s laughter got raised an octave. Not expecting tickling to boost up so fast. “Hey Error??” “W-WhahaHAHahAHAHAHt?” Again, Dust quickly turned around to face the other. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how feather ticklish are you?” He didn’t actually... Dust pulled out a feather from his pocket and. Error shrieked. “GAHAHAHAHHAHAH! NOHOHO! DUHUHUST!” The answer to Dust’s question was a 7. The lighter skeleton also started playing the darker’s skeleton’s ribs like a piano.

Error used his strings around Dust and got flown up into the air. With what energy? The energy of having the urge to teach Dust a lesson for this. “WHAT THE- NOT AGAIN! DUDE, PUT ME DOWN!!” After laying on the floor for 5 minutes, and trying to block out Dust’s yelling, Error got to his feet. “Well first of all, I didn’t like that little stunt you pulled on me, but you did get me to smile so I’ll give you that.” Dust smiled widely, feeling proud of himself. Now he knows what to do if he wants something. Heck, even just for fun if he doesn’t die first. “However, you still lost.” “Huh?” “The bet, remember? You would’ve won in...20 seconds. Oooh, so close bud.” The bet! Dust had completely forgotten about it. “Wait, no! That’s still pretty close, it’s only off by 20 seconds!” Error scoffed. “Either way, you still lose. And I think I’ll take you being my servant as reward!” Oh boy...Was Dust in for it now. Dust started to rethink his choices of ever wanting to see the glitch smile again. Dust’s soul was gonna pop when he these next words. “Now, I say we make this a fair fight, and I get a little payback...” Within seconds, laughter filled the Anti-void once again.

“And yeah! That’s what happened.” Nightmare just stared at Error, than at Dust. “Dust, what the heck?” Dust was blushing really badly. “I just wanted to see him smile okay?!?” Nightmare reached 2 tentacles up Dust’s sweater. Dust knew exactly what was gonna happen and ran out screaming. Error and Nightmare laughed at this. This was gonna be a long week for our dusty skeleton.

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Alright, new prompt: Finished! I’ve been dead for a hot bit but I don’t die easy. This was not as teasy as I wanted it to be so I’m just ‘slighty’ unsatisfied. I’m not really the full-on pro with teases and you guys can see that here so, um- TwT. This wasn’t really one of my best works but I tried. One of the longest I might add, I think. Hopefully you guys were enjoying this prompt, and I will see you all next time. Have a great day/night!

#Prompt: Completed!#Yes Geno and Error are brothers in my AU. Fite me #Not one of my best works but I tried #Have a great day/night!

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daydreamed-snippets · 3 years

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hello! i absolutely adored your addition to gingerly’s prompt ask :) i was wondering if you could continue it, and no worries if you can’t! thanks <3

I realize the more I write this the longer it’s getting. I probably have imagined six parts or more???? I have other WIPs that need attention, but I am so, so, so, so thankful that you like the first part of my prompt response to @gingerly-writing I’m going to post this and then part 3 hopefully tomorrow 👀 👀 👀 👀Maybe??? then take a small break to post some other stuff. Lol this is a continuation I didn’t really plan for, but am definitely excited about!!

@chibicelloking @lolafaiy

Part One Here

A dull thrum of voices stirred sidekick out of surly drowsiness. The articulation of words was muddied, coming across as garble before snapping into clarity the more they roused. There was “monitor vitals”, “recommended range”, “even by a fraction” that registered in the back of their mind. Teammates must be running some tests again.

But they couldn’t move. Not a muscle. They weren’t paralyzed, they were just restrained. Which was odd because that wasn’t—

They felt the string back around their neck again. That feeling of dread rustled, usually abating when they returned to headquarters and the familiarity of their bunk. Memories came no longer concealed by lethargy. Of the teammates being pinned down by supervillain. Of their oh-so-brave self-sacrifice. Of teammates using The Machine to pry open a portal. Of sidekick losing consciousness in supervillain’s arms.

Sidekick held their breath, letting out a quiet moan. It didn’t work, did it? Teammates didn’t make it to that sewer way after supervillain choked them into unconsciousness. And if they did, they were unable to save sidekick. They were captured.

So what now?

Policy would have them stay mute. To be uncooperative. To trumpet bravado and bare their teeth.

Policy would have their self-sacrifice complete its course to martyrdom.

Feeling their sinew stretch to uncomfortable lengths, the sidekick’s mind fortified itself, resolved to do their due diligence. They could die for the cause. They were trained to do so. Engrained by doctrine, encouraged parables of valor, and promises of glory. They weren’t a hero, yes, but they’d surely get a hero’s burial. A hero’s honor, and admittance to the halls of the nobly fallen. After all, it was promised to those slain for the cause.

Noting how their wrists were held high above their head and were bound together, sidekick tensed their muscles against the wire to test how well it held their arms, chest, hips, and legs still. They were hanging in midair, everything was drawn taut, everything perfectly balanced so that the threads bowed them back like a rag doll on display; fraying and terribly exposed.

At least it didn’t cut their skin this time.

The easy solution: they could mount a daring escape by making a portal around themselves. No on second thought due to calculation risks, they could make approximately 47 mini portals, severing the strings. Then once they got a better gauge of the room, they could make one large enough for them to drop through. They doubted they would be able to go far, maybe outside this room after they opened their eyes and calculated the circumference of it. Their weakness lies in the fact that not knowing where they were meant they were limited in where they could go. Power hinging on all of the maps in their head. If they could just see it on the map then they could calculate the needed trajectory and portal to it.

But they had neither the time nor the luxury for that now.

Taking all 47 at a time, sidekick opened dime-size portals an inch above where the wires met their skin. Calculations playing in the background of their psyche. They had to be precise—they must have caution or risk searing flesh from bone. Wire fractured and cracked in midair, and sidekick dropped a small length, feet hitting the floor, knees buckling.

They barely had a second to get up.

A shrill alarm, jarring, and ear-splitting sounded.

Fire followed, blazing across their skin, only somehow from the inside radiating out, originating from their neck, and spiraling down. They writhed under the voltaic ministrations, convulsing until it ceased, finally falling limp.

Someone came to stand before them, and sidekick considered the familiar boots warily before flicking their gaze up, proximity kick-starting their heartbeat. And it ran wild. Supervillain settled before them, appearing polished, normal costume hidden under a button-up shirt loosely tucked into a pair of trousers. A light pea coat pulled the ensemble together. Their expression, however, looked like they were ready to pounce, eyes veiled behind a tight expression.

“Perfect. You’re awake.”

Should sidekick go for bravado, or would a more fearful submissive approach best serve them, now that their escape attempt has failed? Unsure, sidekick opted for a mix of both, figuring, at any rate, the body count associated with supervillain alone would suggest that they tread carefully. “Wh-what did you do to me? My teammates—”

“Your teammates don’t know where you are, and it’s going to stay that way for a while." They crouched agilely, a panther before a frightened yearling, tucking a finger under their chin to hold their complete attention. "I would advise against doing anything that would jeopardize your standing with me, puppy. Like trying to use your power to escape. I am not what one would call longsuffering. I may have shown you a smidgen of my mercy but don’t expect it to be par for the course." Supervillain motioned to the room with a nod. "If you’re wondering where you are, may I present to you my humble garrison. This is the medical wing, with medic and assistant behind me. We’ve removed the association’s tracking device, and replaced it with something far more fetching.”

Trailing a thumb down their neck, supervillain fiddled with the band around their throat, a neatly fitted collar. How did sidekick not notice that? It felt not much different from supervillain’s wires—something foreign and constricting. Ears burning, their face paled, sweat lining their brow. If this could get worse or more humiliating, they weren’t sure how.

Threading a finger through the ring, supervillain wrenched sidekick off the ground, onto their hands and knees like a true dog.

A strangled mewl tore from the sidekick’s throat.

“You do get the gist of this, don’t you, darling? You’re a clever one. Make a portal without my direct order, and this device will give you an electric shock that will render you immobile at best, unconscious at worst.” Their shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. “And it hurts like hell, or so I’m told so that should be incentive enough.”

Oh no.

This was worse.

So much worse than anything sidekick had endured at the Hero’s Association. Ignoring their basic human needs, ok. They can handle that. Belittling them, playing passive-aggressive games? Cool, cool, cool, cool. The occasional punishment? Everyone endures the intermittent blow or two. Suck it up, sidekick. But humiliation like this? They wanted to crawl under a rock and never be seen again.

“Y-you,” they stammered, dread churning, turning into something they hadn’t felt in a while. Rage. “You, you, you jerk!”

“You jerk?” supervillain echoed a deep chuckle. “Dear lord, you know you should be thanking me, my very young and inventive labradoodle. One, for not taking your life as I had wanted. Two, for not ringing out your delicate neck despite that little stunt just now. And, three for rescuing you from such neglectful owners—”

“I will never thank you for that!”

Silence filled the room, allowing the mechanical hum of lab equipment to permeate. Medic and assistant tossed glances at each other over supervillain's shoulder, as a shadow passed over supervillain’s face. That thumb returned to sidekick’s lips, the latter’s breath catching at their misstep. “You said they.”

“W-what?”

“When you spoke about your teammates, and how they’ve been fighting me all of these years. You said they. Not we’ve been fighting, but they. You haven’t used a single possessive pronoun when speaking about the six of you—or anyone in the association for that matter.”

No. No, sidekick didn’t mean it like that. They belonged. They were a team. They are a team.

“You keep them separate from yourself,” the supervillain continued, stoking their cheek absently. “Whether consciously or unconsciously, you do. From the short time I discovered that it was a person and not a machine behind the Hero’s Association’s success, I’ve learned this: your ideals are of self-immolation. You offer yourself up as a lamb for your teammate’s success; for the association’s success. You foolishly stare down your enemy in hopes for what? Recognition? Adoration? That’s clearly not working, is it? I simply called you a dazzling diamond in the ruff, and you flushed like someone newly in love.” That tone was back. A wanton timbre for power, and sidekick face colored on command. They brought their hand up to hide it. “Your actions are like a puppy: young and misguided. Training will fix it.”

Throwing them a salacious grin, supervillain called another thread to their hand and knotted it around sidekick's collar ring. Easing off of their haunches, they stood, the wire going slack. “I will delve into these mysteries soon enough. Just as you will come to discover, in due time, that you are much better off with me than against me.”

Sidekick blood boiled, finally at the tipping point.

They saw red.

Supervillain thought they knew them? Thought that they were such an open book? Palms fisting, sidekick wanted very much to strike out at the supervillain. To wipe that knowing looking off their face. A feat, they realized, that could accomplish with words. And something this time with more punch than ‘jerk’. Screaming, they let out an uncharacteristic string of curses; ones they’d heard in passing, ones that had even been directed at them. Being a human gateway didn’t afford them many friends their own age or otherwise, and the other heroes were quick to ruffle their hair, and blame them for mishaps than befriend them.

Supervillain didn’t move. Even to tighten the leash.

But medic spoke out.

“Eh, yo, villy, your puppy be barking at you. Want me to shut them up?” Their crisp white coat stood in neat contract to their rich skin; voice speaking of hardship and closely won battles. Finger hovering over their datapad.

“Give it a minute,” supervillain said, as sidekick let out one last cry, fists hitting the cold tile, utterly spent. They bent over, muscles quivering in release. “See, it wasn’t necessary, medic. This particular breed responds to a more patient touch.”

“All that patient touch and you gon’ be wondering why you got missing fingers. Look, I don’t know about pets, but, this seems real sus.”

“Good thing you’re not in charge of them.”

“I guess, tho, I just be saying,” they let out a sigh, shaking their head, returning their attention to a beeping screen. “You know how much I love them pathetic animals.” Medic shot a look at sidekick, as their eyes bounced between the two, mouthing I don’t, and slid their thumb across their neck when supervillain wasn’t looking.

Sidekick almost whimpered.

Supervillain flexed their hands, fingers gracefully dancing as wires loosened from the ceiling, fell in a heap on the ground then receded altogether, sheltering in the supervillain’s pea coat. Only the one wire connected to their collar remained visible, wrapping itself around the supervillain’s wrist that. Like a bracelet, they tucked it away in their sleeve, then opted to move rather than command sidekick to heel.

Lurching forward, sidekick had no choice but to follow.

#others prompts #continuation #sidekick #supervillain #part 3 soon

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quirkwizard · 3 years

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For a while, a certain article has been vexing me. One that seems to have a great misunderstanding of the series it was writing about, missing obvious points and core parts of the worldbuilding. No, it wasn’t by CBR, nor was it by Screenrant. But it was by Cruchyroll of all places. They decided to make an article about the Top 5 Misused Quirks in My Hero Academia. It was not good and has been bugging me. So I decided to give them a taste of their own medicine. I mean they try to shut down whoever even attempts to do what they do, so why not make fun of them for trying to do what I do? Plus you guys seem to like it when I’m snarky, so this could be fun for everyone.

For clarity’s sake, this was written at the beginning of 2019, when the most recent chapter was Chapter 214 and the the anime had only reached Season 3. I’m keeping that in mind as I write. I will also be skipping around some of the parts of the article as I am talking about it. If its not worth mentioning, I won’t bring it up, simple as that. For instance, I’m skipping the intro because it is completely superfluous and would only serve to make a completely different fanbase mad. Might as well, most of what I am passing up are just dumb jokes. But if you are curious... don’t waste your time reading this. Your time is valuable and you have better things to do then read this article.

5. Kurogiri Can Create Free, Renewable Energy

“In all seriousness, though, Kurogiri is probably one of the most powerful characters in the anime, with their being virtually no limit to how far he can extend his Warp Gate portals.”

I mean there are certainly limits for his Quirk. Besides the need to know the coordinates or see where he is moving, there’s obviously a limit to how much he can spread out his body.

“Why then doesn’t he use them to create near-infinite energy? Open two portals one above another, throw in a heavy object inside and watch it fall endlessly. Devise a way to hook a dynamo or something to it and, bam, you have free power that would make Kurogiri a billionaire overnight and a hero to the entire planet.”

This idea has so many problems that I don’t even know where to begin.

One, if this could work, it likely wouldn’t make a lot of energy. Besides the various physics problems involved in this, Kurogiri would just be one guy doing this, meaning that it’s unlikely he’d be able to make enough power to matter.

Two, Kurogiri would still need rest as he is a living being, meaning he wouldn’t to keep up this theoretical contraption forever and you’d get even less energy relying on him. At most, it would work best in a small bunker as a last resort.

Three, that sounds like it would be a lot more dangerous then it would be worth for the energy made. If Kurogiri would to lose focus for a moment, the portals fall apart and there would just be a lot of damage from this heavy object moving at high speeds.

“Even if Kurogiri only cares about taking down All Might, it would still be much easier to do if he had a literal mountain of money/public goodwill at his side.”

What kind of bizzaro universe are you living in where the guy who makes energy could possibly turn public option about the very well liked Number 1 Hero that saves lives every day? That’s literally what Lex Luthor does and people hate him for it.

4. Koji Koda Could Help Feed Billions Of People

“Koji is the resident Class 1-A stoner (get it? he's made of rock? come on) with the power to control ANY creature in the animal kingdom. This would logically also include spiders, meaning that Koji could literally end all street crime in, like, 5 minutes tops by swallowing all the criminals up in a giant arachno-tsunami.”

While this article is infuriating in many ways, it did give us the mental image of an “arachno-tsunami”. Which is totally worth sitting through this jumbled mess of words and ignorance.

“But, you see, Koji is just too shy and nice to be an effective hero. He wants to do good but he just doesn’t have that fighter instinct in him. Which is why he should instead use his Anivoice Quirk to revolutionize agriculture all around the world.”

You can be an effective hero and not beat people up. Sure, it certainly can come up in the job description, but that isn’t all of what a hero is meant to do. Koda’s Quirk makes him great at information gathering and rescue work, two very important aspects of hero work that suit his personality perfectly.

“Give him a megaphone and fly him over American fields, telling feral pigs to stop causing $1.5 billion worth of damage a year in destroyed crops. Fly him to Australia to tell the invasive cane toads and rabbits to kindly lemming themselves off a cliff. Have him tell the aggressive lionfish the get the hell out of the Atlantic. FORCE HIM TO GET OVER HIS FEAR OF BUGS AND MAKE AGRICULTURAL PESTS A THING OF THE PAST. “

There is no possible way Koda could be everywhere at once to pull that off. And considering that the average human voice can only carry for about a mile, IE, about the average size of a single farm. You know, because animals need to hear his voice in order to receive his commands. So even if it was limited to a single farm, its unlikely to do much to help. But by far the biggest issue with this entire plan is that what Koda does to an animal is not permanent. The second his control is interrupted, the animals return to normal, bound to just go back to whatever they were doing before.

So if Koda tries to change anything, its just going to end up undone by the time he leaves, just delaying the inevitable problem that comes from these animals. So even if Koda told the pigs to go away, they’d likely be back by the next day, destroying farmland like nothing happened. Even then, because of the previous limitations, he’d still have to go farm by farm to pull it off. That’s not even mentioning all of the other suggestions. Honestly, if you wanted to do something with Quirk, you should just convince all the animals to line up during hunting season. Dark, yes, but it least it would offer a more permanent solution then what the writer is suggesting.

“If Koji was utilized properly, he could travel the world undoing mankind’s mistakes and creating organic, pesticide-free crops instead of doing what he does now, which is largely sitting around on his ass roleplaying Snow White.”

Which, in spite of many fans joking about his Quirk, has shown to be very helpful quite a few times.

3. Inko Midoriya Would Have Made A Great Nurse

“Izuku’s mother in My Hero Academia has mainly done two things so far: jack and squat.”

I mean she did design Izuku’s costume, even if it got replaced, its is still a corner stone of his design, and she offered a good amount of drama after the fight with All Might and All For One.

“She did try to be a good mother but kind of failed at that when she tearfully apologized to her son because he was born without a Quirk, essentially telling him: “I’m so sorry I gave birth to such a loser.””

Would you believe that this one line was what really prompted me to talk about this? Because that is probably one of the worst takes I have ever in relation to this series. If you honestly believed that is what Inko was doing, the woman who practically raised her child by herself and constantly talks about much she cares for him, you must be watching the wrong series. That’s the only way I could explain why that is.

“So, she doesn’t really have much going on in her life. That’s why she should try nursing instead. I realize that becoming a nurse takes a lot of hard work and dedication, but Inko would be a natural fit for it. Despite her initial shortcomings, she is a very caring person with loads of empathy.”

Inko’s empathic? Could have fooled me. I mean she did feel the need to apologize to her son for giving birth to a loser. No, I am not over that, how could you have possibly gotten that from the scene?!

“She also has the power of limited telekinesis. Inko can move small objects over short distances, and while that would not be helpful for stopping crime, it would be great for, say, removing kidney stones. Or things stuck in people’s throats. Or coins from children’s stomachs.”

Trying to use a Quirk like this in any kind of medical procedure is laughable at best and dangerous at worst. Imagine if Inko had to remove a bullet from someone. From what we see, the process of her moving objects is slow and need several pulls from her to attract the object to her. So if she’s going to try to pull it out and its going to get caught on something, causing more damage to the person she is trying to save. She’s basically going to be keying the insides of whoever she is trying to operate on.

The entire reasons doctors, especially surgeons, train for so long is because the human body can be extremely delicate. It needs a lot of care and time so the doctors don’t make things worse for the patients. It’s why surgeons need to have such steady hands and a lot of time even to due minor procedures. But trying to do that with a Quirk is just going to cause more problems then it can solve. Doing that with a Quirk like Inko’s just lacks a lot of the precision and dexterity necessary to pull this off.

2. Uraraka Should Go Work For A Shipping Company

“Ochaco Uraraka has one of the most well-rounded Quirks out of all the main characters: Zero Gravity. With it, she can make objects and people float, which is great for offense, defense, and rescue operations. As a superheroine, she is doing everything right with her Quirk.”

I mean “Zero Gravity” can kind of be used offensively, but not effectively as other Quirks. Its why she did all of that training with Gun Head to make up for her lack of an offensive presence. Eh, two of three ain’t bad. I’ll take what I can get.

“I just think Uraraka should never have become a superheroine in the first place. Uraraka has actually always been honest about her motivation: she wants dem YEN YEN BILLS YO (for her struggling family.)”

That’s because hero work is an extremely frugal business even super minor heroes can still seem to make a decent living out of it.

“But regular jobs also exist in that world, and that must include shipping companies that would instantly hire Uraraka to Zero-G their freighters, trucks, and planes. Even if she cannot make them float, she can still remove enough gravity from them to save the company tons of fuel. Company profit margins are razor thin.”

First off, its mentioned several times that if you want to use a Quirk for a job, you need to have a hero license. Its to make sure you know how to use your Quirk properly so you don’t end up hurting someone with your powers. So for her to even try this, she needs to go through hero school anyway. Might as well get the most out of it. Second, Uraraka cannot lower the gravity of her target. Either the object is floating or it isn’t floating. There is no in between for Uraraka.

Third, given what we’ve seen from Uraraka, there is no possible way that she could ever lift that much. She’s barely able to lift three lower numbered robots and that was only for a few seconds. So, at the most, she can lift a few tons. How exactly do you expect her to work with something like a cargo plane, which, on its own, can weight over forty five tons, not including fuel or any extra cargo?

Which is another thing I noticed throughout the article: the writer seems to severely overestimate how effective Quirks actually are. The range and scope of Quirks is much smaller then other power systems, even when compared to similar “low level” series like HunterxHunter. Like every kind of application listed goes far beyond what most Quirks are capable of, such as forgetting certain drawbacks. And that is most notable with the last suggestion.

1. Momo Could Solve Literally All The World’s Problems

I bet Kohei Horikoshi was really proud of himself when he came up with Momo Yaoyorozu’s design: No, see, she HAS to dress scantily because her Quirk is Creation, i.e. the ability to create any object she wants through her skin, which must be constantly exposed. Peachy.”

Oh boy, it wouldn’t be any sort of discussion about Momo without beating that long dead horse. What’s next? Bakugou angry? Izuku cry?

“Momo can apparently create anything as long as she understands its composition, and seeing as she’s made an ethanol spray can, infrared goggles, a lighter, and a tracker, it seems like there’s nothing she cannot make.”

Oh boy, it wouldn’t be any sort of discussion about Momo without a grievous misunderstanding of how her Quirk works either. Maybe they are in the fandom. As I have mentioned in my Momo Misconceptions post, Momo needs fat to make what she does. She’s not an alchemist where she can just clap her hands and make whatever she wants. If she doesn’t have enough fat, she cannot make items. By those very rules, some things are just out of her reach because it would just take too much fat. It’s why she limits herself to simpler items.

“Cool. MAKE US SOME HELIUM THEN. The world is running out of the gas and we need it for MRI scanners and the like. Momo could make more of it.”

Actually, we don’t even know for sure if Momo is capable of making gases. All we have seen her make is solids and a few liquids. There is the lighter she made, but that could easily run on lighter fluid.

“Or thorium. She could make thorium that we could use to make thorium-based reactors that are apparently way safer than uranium ones.”

Thorium isn’t even that rare, just as about as common as lead and three times as common as uranium. Even if it was a problem, it would likely kill her, either from burning through all of her fat or from the exposure to radiation.

“Medicine, fresh water, cheap electronics that we could send to developing countries: Momo could crank all of those out in an afternoon.“

Yes, in theory, Momo could do that, but not the extent that she would make a major difference in the world like they are suggesting. There are just more practical and better long term solutions then trying to force a single person to do all of that. It’s almost as if Momo is a regular human being who has limitations you need to keep in mind when making these ill informed suggestions.

“And while spending your life as a walking Everything Faucet might not seem that glamorous, it actually has the potential to change the entire planet for the better.”

Given the kind of set up and effort that would be required to even attempt that, I think “horrific” would be a more appropriate descriptor since it would be done to a living, thinking person.

Honestly, I think that most of these people are doing more with their Quirks now then with any of these suggestions. At least, when you actually think about the rules and limits of the characters. Sure, Inko isn’t doing much, but she is a civilian with a fairly weak Quirk. Kurogiri acts as a major player within the League, getting them around quickly and evading capture. I mean he is using his power to help out a bunch of villains, but my point still stands that he is not “misusing” his Quirk.

In fact, a majority of the people on this list are doing more to help people and save lives by being heroes. Given the limitations of their abilities, using them to stop superpowered criminals who risking damaging the people around and helping victims of these crimes is doing then any of those roles in spite of the fact that the article tries its best to downplay that these people are already saving lives. So, in reality, they are doing far more to help people then doing any of these ideas, you damp sock of a writer.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks

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salenakingston · 3 years

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This is sort of a rewrite of something I wrote years ago, but is basically still canon to this story. Salena’s obviously not from earth, so how did she come into the world of Novembria? Well this answers that very question, and gives an insight to not only the man she fears the most, but first impressions with Alexander Whitegale. Warning: The manner in which Xander speaks to Salena may not be desirable to everyone. Bare in mind he is a zealot, and has an immense hatred for the undead.

Prompt: None

Warnings: Blood, Medical Talk, Torture, small Self Harm

Timeline of Events: Pre-Whitegale Estate (Backstory)

Total Word Count: 3,433 words

Her back felt like it was on fire.

Suppose that was the entire point of it wasn’t it? To make the flames he had etched into her skin burn eternal. They would have to die down eventually, just as all flames did, but the damage had already been done. If the scars held no ashes from the flames, then the blackened brand at the center of her back did. For someone of such a holy practice, even that seemed far more brutal than Light above might allow.

But even whatever being controlled that power allowed this to happen, and continued to grant him access to that light. So long as he truly believed that he was deemed just, he would never have to worry about a loss in that control.

He gazed down at her, somehow his smaller human form towering over her. She hated that smug look he carried along his face. He must have thought this was an appropriate punishment for past deeds. He must have taken great pleasure in binding her down, taunting her, letting the heat lick at her fur before it was pressed into her. He spared her no mercy when the knife came just after it. No rest for the wicked. Each plunge was dragged out, a means to make her suffer more than necessary. It came to about half way through when she had been unable to hold back her cries. She didn’t want to go back to her hollow state, not when she had worked so hard to get her emotions back. Larregis would probably tell her she was being weak, that even wanting these feelings back would make her weak.

She missed him. He took advantage of her depressed state. She should have known better. He taught her better.

Now here she was, laying nearly face first against the stone floors, a bubble of concentrated light around her. That in of itself wouldn’t have been so bad, but it was the location he chose to keep her that made things worse. The many cathedrals scattered across the realm all came with one very important characteristic: being built on consecrated ground. So, even if the pain wasn’t enough to keep her down, the constant drain she felt was.

His smug look hadn’t faded. She wasn’t bound anymore, not seeing a reason for such. She was encased in the very thing that hurt her the most, and the only reason she was before was to ensure she wouldn’t attack anyone stepping inside her prison. She hated this feeling.

And she hated him.

“How the mighty fall. You should have expected this would happen.”

Her head turned up towards him. He just stood there, hands behind his back. When she didn’t fire back a retort, he took it as incentive to continue, “You undead monsters have been allowed to run free for far too long. It’s time someone took up the mantle of eradicating your kind.”

The beast found her voice, though barely a whisper. An echo to the torture she endured, “Then… just… kill me…”

“As much as I would love to, I think I’ll hold off a little longer. You’ll make for a good example to the rest of the Ebon Blade.”

“That’s… stupid…”

“You might think so, but our numbers will grow. You might have others fooled abomination, but not me. It’s all an act. Even I can see the blood on your hands, and if I can, then so will others. You’ll fall back into your old ways. It’s only a matter of time. Might as well put the dog down before it becomes rabid.”

“You… light damn… zealot…”

“You’re mistaken. I am not a zealot. I’m simply following through with what we should have done a long time ago.”

She wanted to press her head back down against the stone, block him out, and pretend all of this was some kind of messed up nightmare. Then the searing pain slipped back to remind her of reality. Why did she have to feel so weak? Narrowed eyes peered at one another, forcing her body up from the floor. She couldn’t raise up further than her knee, head lowered down as pants escaped from her maw, “Still have the strength to stand defiant against me hmm?”

Again she said nothing, the signature glow of her kind’s eyes barring down on the paladin. He considered the look, but ultimately dismissed it with the growth of his smile, “Admirable, but we’ll break you soon enough. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter how much you fight, you’ll get what you deserve in the end.”

What she deserved? Maybe, deep down she truly believed she deserved this sort of punishment, but why should he be allowed to judge her? He didn’t know her. She tried to turn her life around. That should be what matters right?

No, of course that’s not what mattered. She was undead, a soldier, and one to be put out of her misery. Maybe she should, after all… what was there to live for now?

Larregis saved her, but for what reason? Her heart sank.

But all it took was one look at that smug smile to make a switch in her head flip. How badly she wanted to see it vanish… stop looking at her like that! Her eyes fell from him, just for a moment. The walls of her prison were not solid, the only binds keeping her inside being fear. Fear. She should fear nothing. Yet one look at the shimmer of yellow stops her in her tracks. Damn him!

Damn him!

Was she supposed to just take this lying down? It was just some damn light. Don’t be afraid of it.

Wipe that smirk off his face!

Her claws ran against the stone, body trembling as her head lowered. He didn’t need to say a word for her to know just what was running through his head. He’d conquered her, and he would end her on his own schedule. The only reason she was still alive was to be used as a message. Their forces would have to grow. Why her rather than someone else? Perhaps that too was a punishment for her own past sins. No… it couldn’t be like this. If she were to die, should it not be on her own terms?

Not his’!

This will come with pain. She was already in pain.

Endure it like always.

Just ENDURE…

And-

Her body propelled itself forward, firing pain scorching her fur. Light clung to her form, searing it as she raced through. Finally, she saw that grin wash away from his face, replaced with genuine surprise. Who would be stupid enough to jump through the one source of power that was their greatest weakness. Each passing moment seemed as if it were playing in slow motion. One of her arms pulled back, claws racing for his face. Her pupils were nothing but pricks, teeth bared as her face went feral.

She felt her claws rake across skin, blood pouring down the center of his face.

When time sped back up, her body came crashing down on his’. Even with her body trembling terribly, pain racing through her entire being, she still had enough weight to keep him pinned to the ground. He looked back at her wild gaze, arm already pulling back to strike him again. Rather than show fear, he laughed right in her face. She hesitated.

“Go ahead! Do it you bitch! Go ahead and kill me! Prove to me you’re the monster that I know you are!”

A wave of shame flowed through her. He deserved death for what he had done to her… but that would make her no better than him. She already knew she was a monster, one that was trying to make up for it. If she fell back into her old ways… she could imagine Larregis would push her towards killing him anyways. Morals were never something they could agree on… but she stuck by her own now. Her hand lowered, but hung only for a moment. She found enough strength to push herself to her feet, gripping his leg, and throwing him as hard as she could into the closest wall.

She didn’t want to hang around for the aftermath.

The beast lowered herself down onto all fours, her body swaying some as she began to take off up the closest set of stairs, a command ringing out behind her, “Stop her! Don’t let her escape!”

The catacombs of this church were hard to navigate, and with the pain rushing through her, it made nearly every inch look the same. Was she making any kind of progress? She kept moving, even with her body swaying from her speed. She’d crashed into walls and paladins alike, but there was only one thing that mattered.

Get out of here!

Just how long would she be able to keep this up for? Apparently not too long, as her body finally collapsed to the floor. His damn followers were able to block off both her paths. This couldn’t be the end of it. She had to be so close. Just a little longer and she could get out. She looked up… they were closing in on her. She had to move… NOW!

A bright light seemed to engulf the entire side of the catacombs, a wall where none had been standing previously. Whether on impulse, or desperation, she pushed herself back onto her hands and feet. If it was anything like those she knew, it had to be some kind of portal. Whatever was lying in wait on the other side couldn’t have been much worse than her current predicament. She pushed past the advancing men, jumped into the light, and then she was surrounded by nothing but white.

‘It couldn’t have been worse than her current predicament?’ She seemed to regret that sentiment now.

Pain once again shot through her body, but not scorching heat like before. No… it felt as if her body structure was changing. Something along her rear felt like it was trying to break out, and her hands were forced to her head with the rush of pain panging there. Her entire chest felt like it was tight. Just what the fel was happening?

When the light finally faded, she was no longer underground. She could feel grass and dirt under her form. Whatever strength she had before to get up had finally left her. At least from what she could tell, there was no one around, which meant she had managed to escape her captors.

The feeling didn’t last long though.

There was that tight feeling all along her chest again, something along her upper chest felt like it was beating so hard that it would break through the skin. That would be impossible though. Her mouth opened, and it felt like all the air escaped from her. Impossible. She’s undead. She doesn’t need to breathe!

Her arms clung across her form, choking gasps escaping from her maw. So this was really it then? Escaping her tormentors just to fall here… alone… Well… at least it would be as she wanted, on her own terms. Everything began to grow black, darkness working to claim her. The last thing she saw before everything went dark was the blocky shape of someone standing in front of her.

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Beep… Beep…

What was that sound?

Beep… Beep…

It seemed to be the only thing she could hear, unable to bring her eyes to open. She could hear the sound coming from one side of her, but the same question remained: What was making that sound?

Beep… Beep…

All she had to do was open her eyes, then she would be able to tell what it was. Just open your eyes. It’s not that hard. If she could fight to stand her ground when she felt like collapsing, then she could break through the heavy feeling keeping her eyes shut. When they finally broke open, her vision was flooded with a bright light. Had she imagined the outside before passing out? Was she still trapped in the light she ran into? If that was the case, she should at least still be able to move right?

So how come when she tugged at her arms, they wouldn’t budge. Panic began to set in.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound was getting more frantic, as if it were following in tune with her own rising feelings. Had she been captured again? Did he somehow manage to find her again? How? How was that possible? Blurry shapes began to fill her sight, some blocking out the light. She had been captured! She fought to get free of whatever was holding her down, though the fight didn’t last long. Her ears could catch the faint sound of a low hiss… and then everything started to go blank again…

Beep… Beep…

That sound came back into focus again. What happened before? Much like important details prior to this point, it was a blur. This time when she opened her eyes, she could see things much more clearly. The room she found herself in was nothing like those she knew. No.. they were not held up by wood or stone. What was this strange white plaster along the walls, and strange squared pattern on the floor?

Speaking of strange things, what was with the bed she now woke up in? That’s what it was right? But the bars along the side were unlike anything she’d ever seen, though the same could be said for the machines in the room. Not even the goblin or gnome engineers had tools like these. The beeping was coming from a small device at her right. It contained a black screen, a beep echoing in the room each time a spiked green line passed by.

She couldn’t recognize any of the other ones, only that a fair amount of them were hooked up to her body. In the case of one, there was a needle sticking into her wrist. Ordinarily she would have ripped the strange thing out, but she had come to realize the reason she couldn’t move was due to leather restraints along her wrists. No matter how much she tugged, her arms would not come free.

Along her muzzle was also an oddly shaped device. It was made out of some kind of see through material, fitted around her muzzle so that it covered her nose and mouth. There was some kind of tube coming out of it as well, attached to a tank at the side of the bed. Just what the fel was all this? Why was she here? What was whomever captured her doing to her? The worst part of all this was she couldn’t fight back.

And there would be no one coming to save her.

Her ears snapped to the side, the sound of footsteps coming. Her captor perhaps, coming to gloat over his newest catch.

An older man stepped inside the room, adorn in a suit that she couldn’t recall any man around Stormwind wearing. He had a clipboard in his hands, and it didn’t take long for his gaze to fall on her. Her ears pinned back, not liking the way his gaze fell. What did he want with her? She could only tense her body as he approached, “You’re awake. Good. You gave my staff quite a scare.”

Staff? She gave them a scare? What was he talking about?

He stepped over to the right side of her bed, one hand moving over the closest restraint. Her body tensed more, lips pulling back as she bore her teeth. How could she trust this stranger when she had just escaped someone that hurt her so badly? What’s to say he wouldn’t do the same to her now? Unlike before, there was something keeping her down other than her own fear. He seemed to notice her sudden aggression, “Calm down. I’m not here to hurt you. These were for the safety of my staff. Can’t have you injuring them while they work now can I? Behave and I’ll remove them.”

He was talking to her like she was some kind of dog in training. Why should she bend to his will? Her eyes narrowed more on him. His expression didn’t change much, “I’ll say it again, I’m not going to hurt you, though I would think you should be a little more thankful. I did save you after all.”

Save her? No he didn’t! She was still trapped! She gave a tug of her arms, “Says my captor. Why should I believe anything you have to say?”

“Captor? Dear, you are mistaken. I didn’t capture you. You’re here because your body was shutting down. Had I not brought you in, you would have died.”

Impossible. She was undead. She couldn’t die like that.

“You’re lying.”

One of his eyebrows seemed to raise. Without much hesitation, he reached for the strange piece along her muzzle. It took little time for it to be removed from her face. Everything seemed fine… but only for a moment.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

That noise was getting quicker, and she couldn’t seem to get any air again. Choking gasps rang out around her, eyes going wide as she tried to correct the problem herself. Growls echoed between her frantic inhales. The man standing over her seemed to smile, satisfied with his show of proof. He gripped her muzzle, slipping the device back on.

Beep… Beep…

Everything was normalizing.

“Believe me now? Are you going to behave?”

Damn him… What could she really do? She was truly at this man’s mercy, “I don’t have much of a choice do I?”

“Well you do, but unless you want to stay strapped to your bed, I suggest you work with me.”

Damn him! She really didn’t have a choice. Staying like this would only make things worse off for her. She gave a nod, feeling the tightness finally leave her wrists. She pulled her arms back closer to her chest, fingers rubbing over the sore feeling from her attempts at tugging. She could hear the man talking again, though most of it was drowned out. She had picked up on a few things.

“Your body is badly damaged. Your organs are acting as if they haven’t been used in years. They can’t handle functioning your body on their own. We’ll be keeping you in here and under close watch until they become more stable.”

Of course her body couldn’t handle itself. What reason would they need to work while she was undead? Such a thing meant nothing to her; but of course, they were still part of her body since she had not died before gaining her new state. And now… somehow… all of them were working again… and this man was aiming to try and keep her from dying. Why?

“What do you want with me?”

“Pardon?”

“I think I was pretty clear. Why did you save me? Why keep me here? What do you want from me?”

“My reasons are my own, but for the present time, I am willing to share that you are certainly not from here, and you look like you may need a place to stay. I can offer that to you.” He stretched an open hand out to her. Her own hand began to move up, but images began to flicker in front of her eyes. His own arm changed, covered in dark plate… That’s right… she’d been made this offer once before…

And look where that got her.

Her claws swiped across his wrist, the man pulling it back as she returned her own towards her chest. Eyes narrowed once again, her head turning to the side. There was a silence that hung over them for a while before he sighed, “Very well. I imagine you’ll be here for a while during your recovery, but that offer will always be open for you. In the meantime, perhaps it is best you rest. A doctor will be by later to check on you.”

And with that, he left. Once she was sure he was gone, a claw moved across her exposed arm, blood trickling down it. This stranger had opened up his place to her, and she threw it back in his face. She was going to be here a while… but that won’t stop her from punishing herself for her actions… This ‘doctor’ he mentioned wasn’t going to be happy when he or she turned up.

#salena #xander #alexander whitegale #novembria #my writing #tw; blood #tw; medical talk #tw; torture #tw; self harm

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worstloki · 4 years

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hi i have a prompt: the hulk smash isnt enough to free loki from the mind stone, thanos/the other die with the chitauri. loki is still under the stones influence but his boss is dead, and being enthralled to No One In Particular is stressing him out so the stone decides to make the avengers his New Boss™ (bc while the tesseract is his one true love, All Infinity Stones Are Friends Of Loki (AISAFOL)). the avengers are Very Confused by lokis sudden and inexplicable desire to please them.

(This post got quite long, so I’ve put a barrier to stop unwanting eyes from having the travesty take forever to scroll down. You’re welcome.)

He suspected there were only two beings currently in the vicinity to toss him around like a ragdoll, and the mean green fighting machine was definitely the one he would prefer.

When the Hulk grabbed hold of Loki’s ankle he was hopeful that the Other’s hold on him would break, after all, hadn't ‘cognitive recalibration’ broken Barton from its influence? He did not try using magic to soften the blows as he was hit against the ground.

Loki felt the connection break, felt as the watcher’s eyes were pulled away and he could finally breathe without scrutiny. Which was fine, until he did a basic physiology check (to make sure he wasn’t hit too hard on the head) and found the mind stone still holding on to him. It was urging him to serve a commander he had no contact to and the irony of this was not wasted on Loki. The sceptre’s touch would soon fade. Probably.

He lay on the ground, savouring his victory: The Chitauri were mindless and would soon be easily defeated, the mind stone left near the portal to close, the fact that he would soon be back on Asgard, but most importantly, that Thanos was far far away from him. Loki would not be so easily captured again.

When he tried to pull himself out of the ground, (and yes, there really was a body-shaped hole were he had been left which was honestly impressive even for himself) he found the Avengers standing over him. Show offs.

This was fine though. Thor would not leave his brother on Midgard and wouldn’t have any way to get back to Asgard since Loki was the one with knowledge on how to use it. He would likely stand trial and be sentenced to death. Which was also fine (he knew several loopholes that he could exploit to avoid a death sentence).

Stark was the first to talk, “Alright you Ben Solo knockoff, get in the fancy handcuffs” he said. Perhaps not your best analogy, Loki was about to say when he felt his exhausted back straighten and found himself actually walking towards the man - something that he had in no way decided to do.

The fact that he had followed the instructions calmly just left everyone else more confused, if all 6 Avengers tensing up was any indication. So, it appeared the sceptre’s touch would not, in fact, be fading soon.

He felt himself hold his hands out for Tony to attach the handcuffs. They were Asgardian and would surely restrict his magic, which would definitely not be the best thing for him right now since he was trying to cut the Mind stone off.

The handcuffs were put around his wrists and, feeling his magic start to suppress as they touched his wrist he jerked his hands back out. He told me get in the handcuffs, he smiled at the thought, but he did not specify for how long I would have to keep them there.

He noticed after the Widow had caught onto his neck and slammed him to the ground that moving too fast would be seen as a sign of hostility, and was too busy figuring out how long he would survive on loop-holes before Earth’s heroes realised he was at their command, to resist being pinned to the ground. Thor placed Mjolnir strategically on Loki’s sleeve to keep him down - his sleeve, as if ripping through it wasn’t an option - the oaf either didn’t consider him a threat anymore (which was good) or hadn’t wanted to place it elsewhere and risk injuring Loki (which was also good), This amount of good luck was awfully suspicious.

“Why, brother?” Thor asked, as he stared down at Loki. Loki couldn’t exactly ignore the only thing he could see other than the ceiling and decided to give him an answer for the apparently sincere concern Thor had on his face.

“Because, Thor, I would rather he at least took me out to dinner first-”

Loki couldn’t see them but he knew at least Tony and Romanov would find the remark enough to smirk at despite the circumstances and Bruce and Steve would also find it amusing (even if they would not admit it). Barton’s sense of humour was a bit less dry but he could try something for that later. To Thor’s credit, all he did was act confused and turn away. He didn’t really care about Thor’s reaction. In fact, thinking about it, was finally being free putting him in a good mood, or was it the stone that was still doing something in his head? He was almost certain his sudden interest in what the Avengers thought of him was not natural… but he couldn’t say for sure, so mulling over it was pointless.

“I apologise for my brother, it seems his sense of humour took a hit in the fight” Thor told his team, “If one of you could hold his other hand I shall bound his wrists and mouth myself -”

“I don’t think you’ll need to do that,” Tony stepped forward, coming into view, which was awfully kind of him since Loki could literally only see Thor and the roof as he laid on the ground and wasnt bothered to get up, “He’s Loki, right? I read up on him a bit and he mostly avoids stuff because of the wording people use… combine that with the fact that he walked over to me when I asked, but then didn’t let me tie him it seems he’ s actually a pretty chill guy and wouldn’t object if I ask him to hold still long enough for me to put them on”. No one answered.

“That is a crazy outlandish theory, even for you man…” Hawkeye said, probably to break the silence. Loki considered his options and they were to either a) Not do anything and let Tony test out his theory (which would be true and then the Avengers would realise that he will do whatever they wanted happily and not end well for himself) or b) say something now that could convince Tony not to try it (which, considering Tony and his curious streak, would be pretty hard to pull off…).

He found an uncomfortable position in which he could hold himself up and face the Avengers while keeping his left arm pinned down. He settled for option b and hoped the norns were feeling kind today.

“Hello, I’m Loki, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced but long story short I was tortured and then forced into trying to subjugate your planet - sorry about that by the way - but I’m mostly back now and would rather not put the handcuffs on for the previously stated reason but also because I’m healing up a serious head injury at the moment and those cuffs restrict the healing.”. The injury part was a lie of course, he just didn’t enjoy his magic being meddled with (and was trying to get rid of the mind stone which refused to leave) and Thor wouldn’t leave him at the mercy of Midgardian healing knowledge… the rest of it was true enough, with the omission of Thanos, a threat Loki would only mention to the only one probably able to do something; the Allfather.

“I’m calling BS,” Clint said, barely after Loki had closed his mouth. Rude. “The guy is literally infamous for lying, and he also had that sceptre that he used to mess with peoples brains, and he was trying to bring an alien army through that portal thing, and he has no proof that he isn’t making this all up. So.” he finished off eloquently.

They all shufted to the other side of the room and lowered their voices, presumably arguing over whether or not to trust him. Typical. This is what good telling the truth does.

Thor still stood with him though, and was trying to attach the handcuffs. Loki decided to store them in his pocket dimension just to make sure Thor didn’t accidently succeed. Thor pulled out another pair. Loki neatly placed those in the pocket dimension too. Loki could do this all day.

The Captain, (their semi-leader? Loki was unsure how Tony and Steve had split the responsibility but it seemed to lean either direction at random) cleared his throat and addressed him, “We’ve decided the handcuffs… won’t be necessary since we don’t want to submit you to a hospital- ”

“And because you wouldn’t be able to eat without your hands,” Tony cut in, presumably inviting him to the dinner Loki had mentioned, and got matching glares from Steve and Natasha in returned.

“But, we have also decided to test out Tony’s theory on how you lie because there’s no harm in not trying. After that you’ll be questioned by SHIELD and sent home.” Steve continued. He failed to mention what would be happening to the tesseract or mind stone which Loki thought was funny; as if Odin would let them keep three infinity stones on this planet. The thought that Odin may not even know what the sceptre and tesseract actually were crossed his mind but he dismissed it.

Clint stepped forward and said, “Do a backflip,”. There was an expectant silence that followed as if they all thought he would obey the absurd command.

“You realise I am stuck to the ground, do you not? Even if I could do a backflip, I wouldn’t be able to like this.“ When the silence grew heavier and Clint’s ears had turned as red as they could get Loki decided to continue, “Also, I can’t do backflips.”

The silence grew even heavier than before - if possible - and Loki watched as Barton received glares from basically everyone.

He decided he should take advantage of this to suggest something that would be useful to himself and them. “How about you ask me not to attack any of you as we leave the tower?” He prompted.

Natasha decided to speak instead, “Do not attack any of us indefinitely. In fact, while you’re at it, why don’t you magic me up some coffee.”.

The request was simple enough. He hadn’t planned on doing anything to harm them anyways. All he wanted was to get on Asgard and wait for the mind stone to wear off. “Done.” Loki said, then, holding out a cup of coffee that appeared in his hand (it was from the café across the road, where ‘Nick Fury’, some guy whose lack of an eye reminded him of Odin, had been about to take his first sip) he offered the cup to her. He even winked and added a pleased to be of service thinking she would actually accept the coffee. Of course, she did not.

“I’m afraid I don’t like the way the Director takes his coffee.” she said, a dangerous shine in her eyes, “Why don’t you drink it instead? I’m sure you’d love to drink the whole thing in one go.”. Natasha smiled nicely, as he said “whatever you say” and did just that. He hadn’t had coffee in a while so he might as well take the chance to taste it while he had some on him anyways. It was hot, sure, but he could use magic to prevent it from burning him. He drank it in one go.

There was no sugar in it. Loki hates coffee. He knows he hates coffee but its not like he had much of a choice. It was fine though. As long as he willingly does everything they asked the stone wouldn’t have to come into play and take over for him. To hide their control he wouldn’t just have to do everything happily and for the purpose of ‘because I wanted to do it anyways’ but he would have to do it convincingly.

That’s not too hard. He was a good liar after all. He could easily answer SHIELD’s questions then get to Asgard without them figuring it out…

“I cant explain how but it appears your theory was right, Stark, he’ll do whatever you ask if he is physically able to do. Good job on figuring it out.” Natasha said, winking at Loki when she was finished.

If he manages to get away now they’ll stop believing the true story he told them before. If he confirms that the stone is still affecting him they’ll know for sure that he has to do whatever they say. He watches each of them as they go through the stages of confusion, awe, disbelief and then settle on ‘confusion but with an attitude that says we are going to take full advantage of this discovery’. He stares at them in silence because he knows the only action he could take that won’t change any ridiculous demands they make will only confirm him as guilty for the crimes he (technically didn’t!) commit.

Well, #$&*, he thinks.

#I cannot write very well but that wont stop me from trying #With the benefit of hindsight quotes would've been funnier #but also I felt like it deserved a bit of context?#Thanks for the suggestion!#prompt appreciated!!

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the-silentium · 5 years

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#17 & #18 🙈

17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader / Venom x Reader

Warning: Angst, fluff, swearing

Words: 3025 words

A/N: First off, a big thank you to the anon who gave me my first prompts ♡. I literally wrote this at 3 a.m. and I thought it would be a good idea to mix someone new that lives in the city! Please, give me comebacks!

Gif is not mine, credits to the owner.

A light breeze made you tighten your grip on your jacket. Finally, your favorite time of the year showed its nose and replaced the excruciating weather with a more tolerable one. The new bright colors decorating the trees and the sidewalk gave a new life to the dull streets of San Francisco. The pumpkin spice smell lingering in every café in town, the kids smiling in the perspective of the sweet holiday coming soon and the monsters showing themselves after a year of hiding.

The darkness surrounding you put you at ease while the cold air sharpened your senses. You perceived every movement on the street below and all the sounds carried by the wind invaded your ears.

From your position on the roof of a 15 story building, you had a perfect view of the mugging of a young lady by a guy twice your size. You watched the scene, your legs swinging over the void, a smile creeping its way on your lips. A young raccoon made its way onto the edge and waddled to your side. At that moment, the lady let go of her purse, probably choosing her life over a few bucks and some pads. She lost her balance and fell onto the sidewalk. Her cries reached your ears just when you reached for the little thief and cradled him into your arms.

You couldn’t stop yourself but started to coo at the little furry ball. A few gunshots, a very piercing scream and some wet noises characterizing a beheading later, you were now tickling the little mammal. His squeaking melted your heart and made you once again question your decision of moving into town. You missed the countryside, but you were very not welcome there.

Suddenly, the young raccoon tensed, all senses in alert. A shock on the side of the building accelerated his heartbeat and a wide toothy grin scared the shit out of him. In a flash, he had reached the other side of the roof and found shelter in the gutter.

Sighing, you turned your attention on the alien taking a seat next to you. You had met him a few months ago during one of your nights out. You were stealing some antibiotics from a drug store and at your exit, he intercepted you. He gave you the fear of your life, threatened your organs and licked every inch of your face. In your panic, you had used what you had sworn to never use again. Your mind called to anything within your range and soon enough, 4 stray dogs ran to your rescue and attacked the black monster. You had dropped the meds and ran off. Surely, you could try again and right now, those few pills weren’t worth it.

Of course, he caught up to you. A black mass scotched you to a wall and before you appeared a very good looking guy. His right arm was engulfed in the black mass and the left one shoved the pill container onto your face. He screamed at you, accusing you of being a junkie, insulting you for stealing drugs that could A. kill you and B. help someone else and lost his temper because you weren’t responding.

You were there, watching him blankly like everything he said was stupid.

“Now that your little tantrum is done, can I talk?”

Your tone shut him up immediately. Clearly, he had overlooked something. You explained how these pills weren’t drugs, but antibiotics. How you needed them for your little brother who had pneumonia. You were his only living family and you couldn’t afford the meds. After some time, Eddie let you go. The black mass dissolved and he gave you back the meds.

“Don’t do it often or you’ll have trouble.” He had told you before you ran off and never looked back.

“Still looking for trouble?” Eddie’s voice put a smile on your face. For quite some time, the mere thought of him managed to make you happy.

“You know me.” You turned your head to face him. “I’m always looking for trouble.” You continued with a wink.

Eddie’s laugh broke the silence of the night. You were grateful for the cold breeze that hit you square in the face and hide the blush that colored your cheeks. You shuddered from the sudden cold that infiltrated your clothes. Bringing your legs up, you wrapped your arms around them in an attempt to keep yourself a bit warm. The streets were empty again. The lady must have run off, a body was lying in a dark alley and no one else wanted to face the cold night. In this neighborhood at least.

A warm spot on your arm caught your attention. You could do nothing but watch as your limb disappeared under some liquid-ish darkness. It was the second time that Venom touched you, the first time being when he threatened you to eat your heart, lungs and some other vital organs. That first time, you weren’t paying attention to the warmth radiating from him but now, all you could think of was how wonderful it would be to sleep enveloped in this black mess.

At this thought, you frowned. You clearly weren’t normal. Eddie misunderstood your reaction and distanced himself from you, pulling the symbiote with him. He scratched his neck and kicked the ground to dissipate his embarrassment.

“I erm- I have to gather some information on a doctor. Wanna tag along? I reassure you, it’s far from legal.” He smirks.

At the mention of something illegal, you scoff.

“Only if you are there to keep me out of trouble.” You turned to him, hiding your smile in your shoulder.

“We’ll always have your back darling.” He smiled with his hand extended for you to take.

Scoffing, you wrapped your fingers around his hand and before you knew, you were in the air, flying toward your target in the arms of an alien.

*****************

It took 9 minutes and 43 seconds for trouble to find you. You were currently crouched in a corner of a lab, trying to not touch anything and more importantly, not receive anything on you. Because you see, after 9 minutes and 43 seconds of Venom searching through files and document about someone named Henry Pym, a size-shifting man appeared out of no-fucking-where and started to piss off the black alien.

You didn’t know much about Pym Technologies. Scratch that. You knew nothing about them, but your instincts told you that a lab like this must contain stuff that you shouldn’t touch. Basics really. If it glows in the dark? Don’t touch. It’s red? Clearly a no-no. Don’t even think about the big kind of portal toward Star Wars Land.

Shattering glass caught your attention. Venom just threw the red costumed man through a window to what you think is a command room. Venom’s milky eyes met yours and he joined you in a heartbeat. He checked you over for a second before half his face morphed back to Eddie.

“Play the hostage.” He simply said, causing a frown to deform your features.

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.” Seriously. Other than guards, there was no one in this building, so why a civilian like you would be in there? Clearly, Eddie hadn’t thought this through. The guy would be a bit hard to trick, but you hoped you could be convincing. “Of course, I’m in.”

Venom was back in his entirety, grabbing you harshly by the throat with a clawed hand and lifting you to show the other guy. Damn, at this rate, you wouldn’t have to fake anything. The pain, the missing oxygen, they were all real. Even the thrashing around. Your eyes shot daggers at him and he must have gotten the message because his hold on your throat eased a bit.

You whimpered and grabbed Venom’s hand. You tried to get free from his loose grip, not to avail. Fortunately for you, your opponent wasn’t known for his deep thinking.

“Let her down.” His voice was ragged and didn’t impress you much. Now imagine Venom.

The alien laughed and put a claw from his other hand across your stomach. He made a slow movement on the side like he would open you vertically.

“Her organs would be too delicious to waste.” Well, thank you? For the second time in your life, the biggest tongue in the universe licked its way across your face. This time though, it seems like there was more pressure on your lips than anywhere else. Maybe you were imagining things… It could have been accidental. His eyes shifted from you to his opponent, two slits scrutinizing the hero for any weakness.

“But maybe I could eat you first.” He dropped you without warning, causing you to fall onto scattered papers and lose your balance. You fell onto your wrist, screaming from deep within yourself when a net crunch resonated through your ears. Pain flooded through you in waves while tears invaded your eyes and stained your cheeks.

Then, the fight continued. You cowered away from all the action, choosing to nurse your sprained wrist instead. You could barely touch it and the swelling process already started. At this moment, you made yourself a promise. Never again will you follow Eddie’s stupid plans.

Now, desks were destroyed, more papers scattered the ground, some odd liquid was dripping on the ground and ants were crawling up your arm. Great. Just great. You didn’t fear ants, but insects definitely weren’t in your heart.

You tried to rub them off, but they were really persistent. They would climb on your finger and avoid being crushed. You didn’t notice the lack of fighting noise, but the giant flying ant that landed on your nose, this one you didn’t miss. Screaming, you tried to hit it off, but a hand caught your good wrist just before you did. In a millisecond, the guy had stuck something onto your chest and suddenly, the room became bigger. Like, you were a tiny lego in a motherfucking big room.

You wanted to scream, but at the same time, all you could think of was oh my god, that’s fucking awesome! But when you saw the big ants and the even bigger flying ant, your reflex was to finally let your vocal cords express themselves.

You couldn’t have the satisfaction to scream for long though, because two hands took hold of your cheeks with care and it shut you up instantly. The guy in front of you was cute. He had lifted his mask, showing all the concern written on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.” With a smile, he presented you a hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Scott Lang. E-eh, I mean, Ant-Man.”

You chuckled and shook his hand, giving your name. The gentle squeeze he gave your hand made your heart skip a beat. It has been a while since a guy tried to flirt with you and you would be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. True, he wasn’t the one who you wanted the attention from, but it felt good nonetheless.

A guttural roar got you both out of your little moment. Ant-Man grabbed your waist, guiding you toward the flying ant and lifted you on its back, positioning himself in front of you. Your arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist and locked there. Saying you were stiff was an understatement. If you were to receive a hit somewhere, you would break in half.

To distract yourself, you tried to focus on Venom, who was currently rampaging the room. You didn’t know if it was because you had disappeared from his view or because he had lost his fight -for now- but he really looked furious. Poor Scott Lang.

If you once thought that the symbiote was tall, it was nothing compared to how he was right then. He was a giant terrifying murderous being that was waiting for the second that your companion returned back to normal.

After a moment, you lose your sight on the symbiote. The ant had entered what looked like some air conduct. Your arms tightened a bit when the complete darkness of the conduct started to weight on you. Where were you going? Will you be stuck as a tiny version of yourself? Will there be an enormous rat living in these conducts that will attack you and kill you like in the movies? Your breathing accelerated at the same time your head found support on Scott’s back in an attempt to find comfort in his presence. A small pressure on your tight and some calm reassurances from Ant-Man later, the cold air of an October night hit you like a ton of brick. You started shivering but soon you hit the ground and Scott helped you down.

“Are you okay?” You simply nod. After your little panic moment in the conduct, you didn’t trust your voice. For sure, it would be broken and weak.

“Okay. I’ll get us back to normal and you’ll run as far from here as you can. You think you can do that?” Again, you nod.

A wave of nausea hits you when you grow back up. You seriously need to puke but hands are hurriedly pushing you away. You don’t understand his haste until a loud crash near you both made you jump. Never before have you seen Venom so pissed.

“You’ll pay for taking something of ours.” He growled.

*****************

After kicking Ant Man’s ass, Venom took you home. Not your home, but Eddie’s. You had had to bargain Scott’s life for a day at theirs. You saw glitter on his face when he removed his mask, so you deduced that he had a family to go back to. Plus, he has been sweet and caring with you all along. You did owe him that. Even if he did start all the trouble.

When you finally made it to Eddie’s, he quickly got you a bag of ice for your wrist and proposed you a shower, which you gladly accepted. He let you borrow some clothes and started acting really weird.

First, he would stare at you on your way out of the bathroom. You weren’t naked, nor were you in a simple towel. You had clothes on, for god’s sake. Then, it was like he went brain dead because you took his hoodie to keep yourself warm. His apartment was as cold as the room where you get cold beer at the store. That room was a pain for everyone, right? How in the world could he live in this cold?

“Do you happen to know what heating is? This place is freezing.” Suddenly you were happy that you accepted only a day. You liked a fresh environment, not the north pole.

The lack of answer made you turn toward the brunette, who was blinking at you, mouth slowly opening. You started to move your feet up and down repeatedly against your legs to try to keep them warm, but the lack of socks didn’t help. Noticing your problem, Eddie seemed to suddenly revive.

He walked to you, took you in his arms bridal style and carried you to bed. You blushed but tried to hide it by hiding under the covers.

“Eddie?” He shook his head.

“It wasn’t me.” He got under the covers too, his face telling that this wasn’t him once again. His arms pulled you to him and kept a firm grip.

As much as the movement surprised you, you couldn’t stop from melting in his arms. One, because of the heat emanating from his body, two, because you had low-key fell for this guy a while ago and three, a black goo engulfed every inch of your body, minus your head.

You tried to move an arm just to test the black mass, but just as you thought, you were stuck.

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” Eddie trailed off, avoiding your eyes. You giggled, catching his attention and his gaze.

“Can I ask you something?” You placed your cheek on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“Anything.”

“Why was Venom so pissed?” You felt a change in his heartbeat. It quickened and caught your interest.

“He wasn’t pissed, Y/N.” He made eye contact with you before continuing. “We were scared.”

You laughed causing Eddie to frown.

“You guys were scared of this guy?” You closed your eyes, trying to remember Ant-Man and really, even to you he wasn’t scary. If you had met him in another scenario, surely he would have become your friend in no time.

A hand moved and took hold of your chin, tilting it up. Eddie’s handsome features were deformed by a frown and worry.

“We weren’t scared of him. You really don’t see it? We were scared we had lost you.” His eyes confirmed his words. They were truly scared for you. “We have- kind of- grown attached to you.” Again, his gaze focused somewhere else.

It was just now that everything made sense. Your current position in his bed, the fear in Venom when you disappeared from his view, the warm blanket on the roof and the-

“So I wasn’t imagining it when Venom licked my face and put more pressure on my lips!” At that, Eddie turned bright red and his eyes widened.

You laughed wholeheartedly and tried to lean in to kiss those perfect lips of his but you couldn’t move an inch thanks to your symbiotic restrains. Groaning from frustration, you turned your head so that your mouth was below Eddie’s armpit. You murmured some promises to Venom and his grip loosened on you. You were still recovered but your movements weren’t restrained.

You surprised Eddie by moving your legs so that you were now straddling him and crashed your lips on his. His stunned state lasted a second. He answered your kiss with as much fervor and passion and soon enough, you were flipped on your back, marking the beginning of the most exhausting night of your life.

Tag List: @slither-in-a-half @a-frozen-bag-of-corn @noshi-chan

#venom #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #scott lang #ant man x reader #crosover #stealing #superpower

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krizaland · 4 years

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Enter the Zimvoid Chapter 27

First Chapter Previous

We’re slowly approaching the end!

Be warned: MAJOR SPOILERS ahead!!

“Geez. Talk about sensitive!” Majestzee shook his head.

“Seriously?! That’s what you have to say?! Ugh! You all should be ashamed of yourselves!” You huffed.

And with that you climbed onto the top of Brutus’s head and put your hands on your hips.

“How would any of you feel if someone made fun of your ‘things’ huh?!” You glared down at the other Zims as you spoke.

The other Zims exchanged somber glances for a moment as you continued your rant.

“Would it feel good to have your flaws mocked?! And then to top it all off, the person insulting you has the audacity to call you ‘sensitive’ for being rightfully hurt and upset!” You continued as tears formed in your eyes.

The other Zim’s faces fell as they noticed your tears start to pour down your cheeks.

“He was there for me when nobody else was! He understood my feelings and respected my boundaries! Hell, he even gave up his mission for me! Do you know how much courage that took?! To look your fascist leaders in the eye and tell them you quit?! My Zim may have choked on styrofoam but that didn’t stop him from being the best boyfriend in the multiverse!” You ranted as you dried your tears.

“Huh…I guess I never really thought of it that way….” 2k muttered as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah, I guess we were kinda harsh….” Palindrome admitted.

“BRUTUS FEEL BAD FOR TINY ZIM NOW.” Brutus sniffled as a dew tears formed in his eyes.

“Well, I mean, choking on styrofoam? Beautiful one, surely you can understand how pathetic that is….Right?” Majestzee insisted as he scratched his head.

“You know what? Y/N’s right! We’re Zims! We may not be perfect but we aren’t as pathetic as people say we are! Well except for me but still!” Specs confirmed as he put a hand on your shoulder.

Majestzee let a few giggles escape his throat at Specs’s rant.

“And just what are you laughing at?!” Specs growled as he shot Majestzee a glare.

“I’m laughing at the fact that you think that I’m not perfect!” Majestzee cackled.

“Oh Puh-lease! You’re the most dependent Zim I have ever met! You put anyone you consider to be important on such a high pedestal that I’m surprised you can even reach their boots let alone be able to lick them every 5 minutes!” Specs snarled as he jabbed his finger into Majestzee’s chest.

Majestzee opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was surprised spluttering.

“So stop acting all high and mighty and look at the bigger picture! We Zims share one thing in common:

Determination.

All Zims are determined to achieve their goals no matter what the cost! And you know what? Even if we fail? We still did a better job then most of our Dibs ever could! So let us stop comparing ourselves and focus on what truly matters:

Stopping Zib and going home!

Now who’s with me?!” Specs ranted as he threw his fist in the air.

“I am!” You cheered as you thew your fist into the air.

“I am!” 2k added as he also threw his fist in the air.

“I am!” Palindrome sang as he joined in.

“BRUTUS IS WITH GLASSES ZIM!” Brutus laughed as he threw his meaty fist in the air.

“I’m not a Zim and I don’t really agree with everything you said but…I’m with you too!” Dib admitted as he half heartedly joined in.

“What about you, Majestzee?” You asked as you turned to face him.

Soon, everyone’s eyes were on Majestzee.

Majestzee stood still for a moment.

While he would never admit it, Specs’s words hit him hard. Majestzee never realized how much of a stuck up jerk he was being until now.

“Well? We’re waiting.” You prompted as you folded your arms.

The sound of your voice woke Majestzee from his thoughts.

“I am also with you!” Majestzee blurted out as he thew his fist into the air.

“Yay!! I’m so glad we’re all on the same page now!” You cheered as you clapped your hands.

“Also, I’d just like to…apologize for acting like a….” Majestzee trailed off as his mind searched for the words to say.

“Jerk?” Specs finished as he raised an antenna.

“Yes…jerk….I hope you can find it in your kind heart to forgive me, beautiful one.” Majestzee sighed as he looked down at his feet.

“It’s fine. Besides, I’m not the one you need to apologize too. It’s my Zim who deserves an apology.” You explained as your face softened a bit.

“Right! Now! Let us find him so we can apologize and go home and…stuff!” Majestzee chirped as he put his hands on his hips.

“Not so fast!”

You felt your blood run cold at the sound of that all too familiar voice.

Meanwhile, your Zim and GIR had finally made it to the Dimensional Zapper!

“Of course, I should have recognized what this was from the beginning! My own basic Irken Disrupter design, sullied by Dib’s inferior stink human mind. GIR, help me interface with this!” Your Zim commanded as he jammed GIR’s head into the side of the Dimensional Zapper.

“I’m helping!” GIR sang as he swung his arms a bit.

“Yes…See? It’s the frequency of the pulse that determines the exit point of the breaches. So if we make a little adjustment, we can change the time that the portals lead to!” Your Zim explained as he gestured to the hundreds of portals swirling above them.

“Is that good?”

“Yes, GIR! Soon, even time itself will be under Zim’s control!” Zim cackled as he threw his arms into the air.

“Well what about the other Masters?” GIR asked as he looked up at your Zim

Your Zim’s eyes widened in shock as he shot GIR a glare.

“Eh? You mean those disrespectful FOOLS?! They shall be wiped clean from existence! There can only be one TRUE ZIM!” Your Zim insisted as he grabbed onto GIR and prepared to spin him around.

“But if the other Masters are gone, won’t Unicorn get all sad?”

GIR’s words made your Zim dead in his tracks.

He was so consumed in his petty jealously that he hadn’t even considered how his plan would affect you.

“W-Well…I’m certain Y/N would….” Your Zim trailed off for a moment.

Your Zim’s mind wandered back to how sad you looked when you thought that Zib had killed him and the other Zims.

Hell, you were even willing to marry that disgusting Zib twice just to make sure that everyone in the Zimvoid would be safe.

As much as he hated to admit it, you loved the other Zims just as much as you loved him.

If anything were to happen to the other Zims, you would no doubt be devastated.

The mere thought of hurting you like that made your Zim feel like he was shot in the chest.

A few tears trickled down your Zim’s cheeks as he slowly let go of GIR.

“You know what, GIR? I think I have a better idea….”

#Invader zim #Invader zim x reader #Invader Zim comics #Invader Zim dib #Invader Zim spoilers #spoilers #invader zim into the zimvoid

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babywarg · 5 years

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Drpepperony Prompt: What if Pepper went with Tony through the portal and followed them to the donut ship. Carefully soothing Stephen after his torture.

Aaaa I’m sorry, I couldn’t follow the prompt exactly! But it sparked an idea and I had to run with it. I will do my best to be more faithful to your other prompt 💗

This is actually pepperony, potentially pre-drpepperony. And Pepper didn’t join Tony and Peter on the donut ship on the get-go, but instead found a way to track them down.

This AU is set after Tony and Stephen agree to head to Titan; imagines Stephen didn’t recover as quickly from Ebony Maw’s interrogation as he did in IW.

Also, imagines the Rescue armor’s initial AI to be TADASHI. Because of Big Hero 6 and Tadashi’s affinity for healing tech 😆

***

Rescue

She didn’t have much time left.

“Power down to 20%,” the gentle voice that called itself TADASHI said with muted urgency into her ear.

Dread flooded into her.

But the only words that occurred to her were:

Keep going.

Tony was out there. Tony needed her.

Tony had built her a goddamn suit so she could use it to fly across space in order to save people in distress.

And if she was going to die trying to save one person - it would be the person who made the suit. The person she could not live without.

Despite her condition, no way she was leaving her fiancé to die out in space alone.

She couldn’t have lived with the knowledge of not even having tried.

***

She was only down to 10% when the Q-ship finally came into her field of vision.

The Q-ship. Where Tony’s homing signal was located.

She was laughing in relief, when she got the first clear audio transmission from Tony. And it yelled into her ear:

“What the hell do you think you’re doing??”

She grimaced, replied, “Saving you, you inconsiderate jerk! What, you thought I was going to sit around waiting for you when I have this awesome suit?”

“That awesome suit is truly awesome, honey, but it’s not built for long-distance space travel. We’re billions of miles away, Pep, how did you even - “

Pepper smirked. “I guess you forgot. Stark Industries was developing warp technology for our space exploration arm. It was highly experimental, but our head of research, Dr. Chua, helped me out with a portable version. She said it would either work or I would disintegrate into space dust.” Pepper chuckled mirthlessly. “Guess it worked.”

There was a tense silence, then a chuckle on the other end of the line.

“You’re a marvel,” she heard. “But even if it worked, it can only work once. It’ll need an enormous amount of energy. More energy than I’ve packed into your suit.”

And barely a second after that, she heard TADASHI’s voice again:

“Power down to 5%. Some features will be disabled. Please recharge immediately.”

One of the features that was disabled appeared to be the thrusters.

“Tony,” she breathed into the comms, “my power’s out. I can’t - I can’t move.”

“Wait there, honey. Wait.” These were the last clear words that Pepper heard, before the lack of power disrupted the line.

The words were becoming garbled, but Pepper thought she could hear two other voices along with Tony’s - a young boy’s, and another man’s.

Not for the first time, Pepper thought about what she might find, as she followed Tony’s homing signal. Who was he with? Aliens, maybe? Human-sounding aliens, who meant her and Tony harm?

But she pushed such bleak thoughts out of her head. She focused on the best-case scenario. Tony was around. Tony was alive, and safe, and coming for her.

That was why she was completely blindsided when a round golden portal opened up and swallowed her whole.

***

She opened her eyes as soon as she felt the back of her armor strike metal.

The golden portal had vanished. She was no longer in space.

She was on her back on the floor of what appeared the be the Q-ship.

Her suit had decided the air inside he ship was safe to breathe, so the nanobots that made up her faceplate dissolved.

In a heartbeat, Tony was kneeling beside her, in the camo outfit he had worn to their jogging session at the park, that morning.

She reached up to touch his face, and Tony grasped her armored hand.

Tony was here. He was safe. Unhurt.

There was also a young boy here. Also unhurt. He knelt beside her, on the other side.

“H-hi…Ms. Potts,” he greeted shyly, raising one hand. “I’m Peter. And uh…” He pointed to something at the other end of the room. “…that’s Doctor Strange.”

There was a person sitting up against a wall of the spaceship. A human. A man.

The man who had appeared to her and Tony at the park earlier that day.

His cloudy blue eyes conveyed pain to her. From where Pepper lay, it looked like he was laboring to breathe.

Pepper sat up immediately.

“Is he all right?” she asked.

“He is in shock,” TADASHI answered. “His physiology reflects signs of torture. His adrenaline is up and his blood pressure is dangerously low.”

No one else could have heard that. Pepper decided not to waste any more time.

She rushed to his side, grasped his wrists.

His hands were badly scarred and shaking. Was this from the torture?

“Look at me,” she commanded.

He obeyed.

She wasn’t completely aware of how her armor worked yet, but she had a firm grip on the basics.

“Initiating First Aid protocol,” TADASHI announced.

Tiny needles emerged from the palms of her armor, sank into Doctor Strange’s skin.

Strange grunted in pain.

It’s going to be okay, Pepper’s eyes said to him.

He held her gaze, and seemed to nod, as if he understood.

In a matter of seconds, TADASHI’s First Aid protocol had flooded him with the necessary stabilizing drugs. Strange leaned back and breathed a long, shuddering sigh, as the medicine swiftly took effect.

***

As Strange recovered, Tony took Pepper aside and explained as much as he could:

There was an entity called Thanos. He was after six things called the Infinity Stones. Strange was the holder of one of those Stones - it was magically sealed inside the necklace around his neck.

Because Thanos’ lieutenant, the pilot of the Q-ship, couldn’t get the stone, he got Strange instead. Tony and Peter Parker (“the Kid,” as he had been affectionately dubbed) had followed Strange and his abductor into the Q-ship (the “donut ship,” as Tony so lovingly called it).

They had just defeated the lieutenant and were thinking of what to do next. Having Pepper suddenly drop in on them was certainly not something they’d expected to factor in.

“I couldn’t come get you because my suit wasn’t made for space travel, either,” Tony sheepishly admitted. “Neither was his.” He pointed to Peter, who was worriedly hovering over Doctor Strange, whose eyes were closed as he sat slumped against the wall.

“You’re saying…he was the one who picked me up?” she asked. “In his condition?”

Tony nodded. Strange could open portals to apparently anywhere, he disclosed. It was easy for him.

“Tony,” Pepper said slowly, sternly, “if he could open a portal to anywhere, why didn’t you have him portal you back to me as soon as you were out of danger?”

Tony floundered for an answer. In the end he decided on making light of it: “Is this still about the restaurant reservation we had to postpone? Are you still mad about that?”

Pepper shut her eyes tight. No, no, she wasn’t going to lose her cool in this faraway place. Even if her fiancé had the uncanny ability to push all her buttons at the worst possible times.

“Please don’t tell me you actually want to be here,” she said dejectedly. “Please don’t tell me you have a plan.”

“I do, as a matter of fact, have a plan,” he answered, downcast. “But…I don’t think I should tell you. I don’t want to make you any more mad at me than you already are.”

She had a myriad of reactions to this. The first was getting downright angry. At feeling like she was facing a child, instead of a life partner from whom she needed and deserved only the truth.

The second was to feel alone. Even if she knew she shouldn’t.

There was so much Tony didn’t know. So much that she hadn’t said.

So much she was keeping to herself.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said quietly, holding back tears, in spite of herself. “Okay? I’m here now. I’m coming with you. Wherever you’re going. If it’s back to Earth or anywhere else, I won’t leave you.”

“No.”

The word didn’t come from Tony. Or from the Kid.

It came from Strange.

He was awake. Fully conscious. Still a little weak, but it seemed the nanobots had finished dealing with the worst of it.

“No?” Pepper frowned. “I’m sorry, has anyone asked for your opinion?”

“You can’t come with us,” Strange stressed between hard breaths. “Your armor is already severely compromised. You won’t survive a confrontation, if one will arise.”

“I can,” Pepper quietly countered, stepping up closer to Strange. “My armor may not be built for more than this, but I am.” She turned to Tony. “And you can fix my suit…right?”

“Honey,” Tony bleakly answered, “I have nothing to fix it with. All this is alien tech. Even if the Kid and I put our heads together, we may not have enough time to figure out which of this is compatible with Earth tech.”

“She must be back on Earth before this ship reaches its destination,” Strange said.

“Finally, Doc, something we agree on,” Tony snorted. “If you got her here from space via magic…you can magic her back to Earth, right?”

Strange nodded.

Pepper approached Strange, crouched down to face him.

She could sense his sincerity in wanting her safe. “I’ll be fine,” she assured him.

“You have to be,” he said to her gently. “Not just for yourself. Or him.”

This gave her pause.

She suddenly understood.

“You know,” she whispered, “don’t you?”

“Know what?” Tony demanded, stepping up closer to them.

It’s not my place to tell, the look in Strange’s eyes said.

Both Tony and Pepper understood it right away. And it fascinated Pepper.

Strange didn’t even need to speak. Before now, she thought only she and Tony had such a connection…

And theirs had been cultivated through years of fights, misunderstandings and awkward apologies.

This guy…this guy just appeared in a park in New York.

Took one look at them, and dragged them all into something that went way over their heads.

And told her, without saying a word, that it was time to let go of a secret.

“Tony,” she said after taking a long, deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”

***

This set off a full-blown anxiety attack in Tony. It took several minutes of him rambling and trying to even out the rhythm of his breathing again, before they could resume a proper conversation.

Pepper had said just earlier that day that she wasn’t pregnant. She had said.

“I wanted to keep it secret until after the wedding,” she confessed. “I knew you’d short circuit. Like you’re doing now. And nothing’s going to get done.”

“But it’s me,” Tony argued miserably. “It’s us.”

I’m sorry, her entire body said to him. And he accepted it. He would forgive her anything.

And, in the end, it was good news. The best. He wrapped the woman he loved in his arms and tried to tell himself this.

No way in hell was he letting the universe end now.

“I’ll send her back,” Strange assured him. “And the Kid, too.”

Strange speaking up seemed to calm him down a bit more, for which Pepper was grateful.

“No, the Kid stays!” the Kid objected. “Please, Mr. Stark. We’ve come this far.”

There was a touch of worry in Strange’s face as he heard Peter talk. He knew something else about Peter Parker, Pepper could see it - she just couldn’t tell what it was.

Pepper immediately recognized that It was weird, how well she could read him, and vice versa. They had only known each other for a few minutes.

And she knew that it mattered that Strange didn’t override Peter’s objection. Tony might have put up a fight, but Strange was the one opening the portal back to Earth - and he said the Kid could stay.

“If you can send me back, you can do the same to all three of you,” Pepper said to Strange. “Come back safe. I want to owe you for his life.”

He nodded, looking straight into her eyes with a promise:

I’ll send him home to you and your child. You have my word.

#drpepperony #gen #drpepper #pepperony #tony stark #pepper potts #stephen strange #peter parker #iron man #rescue armor #doctor strange #spider-man #avengers: infinity war

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Shadowhunters 3x16: On Clary’s Actions and the Consequences For Those Around Her

No, I cannot confirm that there is actually anything coherent here. Just my rambling thoughts, collected as well as I could. For the record, I don’t hate Clary, I just don’t think that the writers consider the impact of her actions on the people around her and I’m getting more than just a little tired of it. Please read at your own discretion.

Also, shout-out to @magnusbicon for encouraging this & @izzybabewoods for the inbox message that started it all. you’re enablers in the very best day and this wouldn’t exist without you.

Here’s the thing.

In season one, the majority of Clary’s arc was quite self-centred. And that’s fine. For all intents and purposes, she is the main protagonist, and the reason we’re introduced to the rest of these characters - the Lightwoods, Simon, Magnus, Valentine, even the Clave - is through Clary’s connection and interactions with them. As the audience, we’re following her into this new world, and it’s as she learns things that we become aware of them too – we’re not just watching her go on this journey, in a way, we’re going on it too. If Clary wasn’t at the focus of the season, we’d miss out on important knowledge that helps with our understanding of the shadow world and the characters that inhabit it – because it is quite a large and complex world.

Then comes season two. Jocelyn comes back, who – as much as I adore Luke – is mostly concerned with Clary, and rightfully so. This is her daughter, who she chose to keep in the dark about the shadow world, there’s a lot there to catch up on and to mend between them, and Clary needs somebody who she (supposedly) will listen to, to counteract her rash and impulsive behaviour, because as much as she’d love to think that she knows everything, Clary at this point really has no idea what world she’s come into. There’s a part of her that has already made up her mind about the shadow world, about Downworlders and Shadowhunters and her role here, and whether it’s right or wrong takes the backseat, leaving the season’s arc as the driving force. Or, rather, her part in it. Because – and here’s the bit that frustrates me the most – the character arcs, the desires of others, their hopes and goals and wishes all fall second, or third or somewhere closer to last, to whatever Clary wants. Despite not actually being brought up as a Shadowhunter, she manages to sustain quite the assumption that she is the most important person in the room, and therefore, that whatever she wants comes first.

Sometimes, this is a good thing. Often, the line is blurred.

Her intentions often come from a good place, with the consequences falling short because of her impulsivity more than an inherent ill-will. Look at Simon – he’s still in the show, yay! Only … he did die. I’m not saying that I would have done any differently, but from a factual standpoint – it is Clary’s desire to have her best friend back that turned him into a vampire, and by a tenuous, albeit valid thread, it is because of Clary that Simon was coerced and manipulated by Camille; homeless; all of the back and forth mess with Raphael; got turned into a Daylighter; got coerced into joining the Seelie Queen’s court; turned Heidi – and we all know how that turned out; got the mark of Cain; lost his mother; bit his sister; lost the mark of Cain. I’m sure there’s more that I can’t remember, but again, I’m not saying that Clary is the sole person at fault here. However, I am saying that all of this is – per the butterfly effect – because she didn’t think about the consequences past not wanting to lose her best friend. Additionally, I’d argue that through most of the above, Simon didn’t have the support from Clary that he deserved, or that she should have given. In that respect, the relationship between them feels awfully one-sided, and has since the first episode. There are moments, of course, but they’re becoming even fewer and further in-between.

I could probably write a whole thing on Clary’s relationships with people she supposedly cares about (*cough* Luke *cough*), but I’m getting off point. I want to talk about 3x16 in particular.

Firstly, the rune power. Maybe it’s just me - though I have a sense it’s not - but Clary’s rune power is getting a few miles north of the city of Absolutely Fucking Ridiculous, and veering towards Overused/Abused county.

(Does that metaphor make sense? I have no idea).

Anyway. Being able to just suddenly make a portal to Edom that doesn’t just summon Lilith, but literally pulls her from Edom – from essentially the cage that Asmodeus put her in using Magnus’ magic, which has already been hinted to as just as powerful, if not more, than a Greater Demon – without any resistance? Really? Seems a bit unrealistic to me. Because, either this means that Clary is actually an Angel, for all of the power that she apparently wields, or that she’s more powerful than Magnus, and actual Greater Demons. I personally chalk it up to convenience from the perspective of the writers, but that’s just me. Back to the rune – the idea that Clary has this power at all is already a bit of a stretch, especially with how willy-nilly the writers are when it comes to using it, but now it’s reached a point that is just nonsensical. No Shadowhunter is this powerful, not even the great Clary Fray.

Then, there’s the part where Clary is the first Shadowhunter to possess this power, as far as we know; there is nobody that has the prior knowledge to train her, so again – for the sake of convenience, I’m sure – it’s something that apparently just comes to her as naturally as breathing. Which – okay. Fine. They don’t exactly have time to show a montage of her learning how to deliberately create these runes. I get that. But that doesn’t mean they have to render this power unreasonable. Creating portals? Cool. Realistic. I don’t actually mind that, even if I think it got a little to Clary’s head. The sunlight rune? Pretty cool, I won’t lie. I liked how that came about – there was a heightened emotion to the moment, it made sense that a rune would manifest under such stressful circumstances. But Clary just deciding that, because she wants this rune to exist, it instantly will? It will work, just by the strength of, what, her willpower? I know it’s quite strong, but this logic isn’t. It’s ridiculous. It doesn’t make sense. It’s cheating for the sake of an easy plot, without minding the six-feet deep holes left behind.

Now, I’d also contend that as helpful as this power is, it doesn’t magically fix everything around her. Sometimes, it makes things worse. Such as during 3x16.

The biggest thing that pissed me off about Clary in 3x16 is the fact that she decided they all had to do whatever they could to get rid of this rune, because she was sick of it and couldn’t handle it, so that must mean that everybody else has to turn all of their attention and focus towards her, regardless of whatever they were doing before. And what are we told this is prompted by? Her snapping at Simon; (which, by the way, wasn’t as harsh as I think we were supposed to believe. Clary going through PMS probably would have resulted in the same reaction. It was snappy, and angry, and a little rude, but not … evil. Simon looked more shocked than anything. Maybe if she’d snapped at everyone, it would be more believable. But like a lot of this episode, this felt a little bit like a cop-out.)

Mere steps from this conversation, Magnus was lying unconscious because of magic that wasn’t his, that he’d sold his apartment for, because he didn’t feel like he was worth being alive, worth existing, without his magic, that his magic was all that made him special – which, he’d sacrificed for Jace, no less. Granted, Clary likely wouldn’t have known about how Magnus felt about losing his magic, but I do find it hard to believe that she wouldn’t have even realised that losing it at all would have been an incredible trauma for Magnus.

Then again, it does feel like Clary only cares about Magnus when it suits her. It’s harsh, but I sometimes wonder if she’d care more if Magnus had died, or if she’d just be upset because she’d lost a resource. This mostly stems from how she’s written, I’ll admit, but it’s still how I feel.

And I think canon backs me up here. After all, look at what Magnus has gone through at the end of 3A and into 3B alone.

He sacrificed his magic to Asmodeus, the man who abused and emotionally manipulated him, who probably made him commit heinous acts, of which murder I’m sure wasn’t off the table, all after having to grovel and endure soul-crushing humiliation at the hands of aforementioned abuser, who he most likely had gotten comfortable with the idea of never seeing again, all to save Jace from Lilith’s control (only to return to see the love of his life bleeding out with no way of saving him – I don’t blame this on Clary, but it is a factor that has affected Magnus. How could it not?) After Magnus returns, mortal, mundane, barely half of the man he used to be – his feelings, not mine – he’s ostracised by Lorenzo and ignored by the rest of the warlocks from Lorenzo’s command, excluding Catarina, his only friend at this point. Just there, he’s given up everything for Jace, and whilst it’s possible that Clary doesn’t know, it seems a little far-fetched to assume that Jace wouldn’t tell her. If he did, it seems a bit unfair for Clary not to consider that, but then, there’s almost an assumption that sacrifices made for people that Clary explicitly loves – Jace – matter more than the people who made the sacrifice.

Then, because he felt so empty and lost without his magic, Magnus had to forego his pride and dignity to ask for Lorenzo’s help – his mortal enemy, basically, who has always disliked Magnus – selling his apartment in the process, his home, only to then be rejected by the magic, resulting in him having to give it up to not die. Because of that, he has to go through the process of losing magic again, even if it’s not quite the same as his own, which would have teared his mental health to shreds, and completely destroyed any progress he’d made towards feeling better, feeling more like himself. Now, I do believe that Magnus understood the weight of the transplant and all of the ways it could go wrong, which just makes this even more painful, because he felt that dying was a better alternative to not having his magic – if it weren’t for Alec, and Catarina, and Madzie, I don’t think Magnus would have had the strength to give Lorenzo’s magic back. Yes, there’s an argument to be made that he only did it for Alec, but I personally think it was Alec’s insistence that he couldn’t lose Magnus – wouldn’t, lose him - that prompted Magnus into remembering that they were people out there who cared for him, and loved him, even if it’s impossible for him to understand why. Depression warps a person’s perception of themselves anyway; add on all of the trauma Magnus has undergone, and in such a short period of time, and it makes sense that he’d find it easier to do this for somebody else, than for himself. I don’t think this makes his decision or his reasoning any less valid, but I’m getting a little off topic here.

Magnus doesn’t know who he is without his magic, and in this episode especially, but not solely, it doesn’t feel like Clary cares – because without his magic, he can’t help her, and if somebody can’t help her, they cease to matter.

(Again, this is my perception.)

Speaking of people who only matter if they can help Clary – let’s talk about Cain. ‘Cause I haven’t seen a lot of discussion on him, and I feel like he deserves the attention.

Cain has lived with this guilt of succumbing to Lilith’s manipulation and killing his own brother for longer than I think it’s possible for us, as the audience, and the characters of the show to understand. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice – he carries this burden with him, and it’s suffocating. Inescapable. He couldn’t get rid of his mark, so cruelly named after him, and now he’s stuck living in a sewer, living off rats, because he’s dreadfully invincible. I have no doubt that he still felt Lilith’s hold on him, like a shadow, constantly creeping around him, that sensation that there’s something over his shoulder, something behind him ready to attack, but there’s not, there never is, it’s just him and his guilt and the sick crawl of Lilith’s voice taking hold of him, the drowning ache that never leaves, because if he’d been stronger, his brother might not have died.

The last thing he wanted – or needed – was to see Lilith again.

I can’t even imagine how that would have felt. Seeing the woman who destroyed you, knowing that nothing could ever keep her locked away, that there was no cage that she couldn’t break out of – he probably felt her power leaking out, creeping under his skin, whispering to him even as the direction of her voice was focused on the others. From the moment she addressed him, she had him hooked. Just as he knew she would. Because he warned them – he told them he wouldn’t do it. The only reason he helped was Simon – because he related to Simon, because he could see the guilt in Simon and knew that was no way to live, because he wanted to save Simon from suffering a fate as bad as his own. Cain trusted Simon. Because Simon trusted Clary. And now, he’s stuck with his abuser, because the plan failed just as he’d told them it would, because once again, Clary only thought about what she could gain out of this, and not how it would affect anybody else.

Because when Clary wants to jump, she doesn’t take the time to notice who could be supporting her fall.

You know who often has to take the fall for Clary’s actions? Alec.

I cannot see the actions of this episode as anything less than taking advantage of the fragile situation that Alec was in, for Clary to get what she wanted. The love of his life – and I refuse to believe that Clary doesn’t recognise that, for all of my complaints I don’t think she’s actually stupid – was lying unconscious in the infirmary, and really, none of them could be certain that he’d be okay, that there wouldn’t be further consequences when he woke up. Because, again – he was unconscious!! And Clary, honestly thought – hey, there’s this rune tying me to my psychotic sibling and it’s torturing me so instead of formulating an actual plan and thinking through options to get rid of it, I’m just going to go ahead and summon the mother of demons, to get rid of it for me, and darn the consequences. Never mind the fact that the Head of the Institute has yet to hear of this plan, let alone sanction it - he’s too busy worrying about the health and well-being of his unconscious boyfriend, so why bother him about it and get clearance on a dangerous mission like this, when we could just, go ahead and do it anyway.

(Because even in this fragile state, Alec never would have sanctioned it.)

Clary doesn’t take a second to think about the consequences this could have on Alec, and she never really has when it comes to missions; the only thing she has ever considered is how it can benefit her. Stealing the mortal cup from the Institute? Sure, why not. It’s super dangerous and can be turned into a weapon if in the wrong hands, and is locked away for a reason, but rules are made to be broken, right? Season one, whilst frustrating, could be brushed off as Clary just not quite understanding the power structure – sure, Jace did, and he should have done more about making it clear to her as opposed to just going along with her plans because he was thinking with his stele, but again, season one.

And, sure, there’s that bit in 2x10 where Alec has spent the entire night searching for Magnus’ body in the Institute because, despite his best wishes, he can’t deny the possibility that Magnus is one of Valentine’s Downworlder victims, and Clary remembered that they portalled in – cause, Magnus made the portal, as far as I can remember – but she lost him after that, and hadn’t even thought since then about his whereabouts, or his safety, or even considered that he might have DIED. But, you know. Season two.

This is season three. The second half, for that matter. And Clary is still thinking with herself in mind first, without even a second to regard how it affects others. If the Clave find out that Shadowhunters under Alec’s supervision took a traitor’s weapon, adjusted it so that it was capable of electrocution and used it to trap a Greater Demon – and Lilith, at that – only for her to end up escaping, all whilst he was preoccupied with his warlock boyfriend/technically making threats to the High Warlock which could, if Lorenzo was so inclined, damage relations between the Institute and the High Warlock – well. To say that they wouldn’t be impressed would be quite the understatement. He could lose his title over this. And then what? Who is going to save their asses from suspension/the silent city then? To be quite crude; if the Clave find out about this, and then pair that with Alec and Isabelle’s investigation into Project: Heavenly Fire, Alec would be fucked. They wouldn’t give him the Institute after that, and he certainly would no longer retain the reputation he spent so long building back up after his not-wedding. I don’t know if Alec would care that much about his reputation, he seems quite content with just doing what he wants and letting people’s opinions be exactly that – their opinions. Of no matter to him.

However, that doesn’t automatically make them go away. There would still be people dying to see Alec fail, to see him crash and burn, to talk shit behind his back because of their own feelings towards decisions he’s made, both in power and before it.

Clary doesn’t think about any of that – about anything, really, that doesn’t involve her. And it’s fucking exhausting. I want to like Clary, so badly, because she is a badass character and there’s a lot to admire about her. But I can’t love her when she’s so selfish that other characters are consistently suffering because of it. When sacrifices are made and her response is to completely disregard them in favour of achieving something that she wants. When episode, after episode – season after season – she’s allowed to just do whatever she wants without care to the consequences and how it affects others.

Clary could be a fantastic, game-changing character. As it is, she feels more like a petulant child who throws a tantrum when she can’t get what she wants, and refuses to listen when she’s told something that she doesn’t want to hear.

I hope my opinion of her improves over the season. But I won’t be holding my breath.

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airanke · 5 years

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“And you would smile, and that would be enough.” For Trigon/Nadia because MORE

Trigon x Nadia“And you would smile, and that would be enough.”

Ngl I had no idea where I was going with this but this is immediately what I thought of when you sent me this prompt SO HERE IT IS.

@nadiaofazeroth

There was nothing but ringing in Trigon’s ears, and a terrible ache in his back.

The ground beneath him trembled, and eventually, when the ringing in his ears began to subside, Trigon could make out the cries of desperation from his allies. Someone had him propped up, assumedly against their chest.

He could hardly manage to crack open his eyes. Purple and white threatened to blind him if he opened them any further in his current state.

Soon, the ache in his back too began to subside, and through the ebbing throb Trigon picked up on the distinct warmth of Anduin’s healing magic. It flowed through his aching muscles and bones, soothing the pains, and Trigon struggled to sit up on his own.

“Mages get in there and help her!”

The barked order was clear as day to Trigon, coming from Genn.

“Most of us are depleted, king Greymane!” one mage lamented, and when Trigon turned his bleary gaze in the direction of the voice, he could see the last vestiges of arcane magic flickering around their fingers, “we have nothing left to give!”

Genn howled in rage, and Anduin was roughly moved. Trigon slumped to the ground, growling in agitation, and Anduin’s fingers brushed against Trigon’s forehead in a last ditch attempt to heal him completely.

‘Why do I feel so heavy?’

“We need to get you out of here.”

“Genn I am not leaving my people,” Anduin argued. Trigon again struggled to sit up on his own. His ears flicked at the sound of pained groans around him; mages giving the last of their all to whatever arcane shield had been formed.

… arcane shield?

Mages?

Trigon lurched. His legs were numb, and he collapsed. He could barely make out the sounds of Genn and Anduin scuffling as the high king attempted to stay where he was while his uncle tried to drag him away. A weakened member of the Kirin Tor stumbled to Trigon’s side, and attempted to help him up.

‘What was happening before I blacked out? Why did I black out?’ Trigon’s mind swirled in a panic. Genn and Anduin’s arguing - which had developed into yelling - helped jarr Trigon’s memory. They were just outside Boralus, that was right. Trigon had tracked a battalion here. The commander was a necromancer - Macabre, Trigon recalled. Drustvar’s various massive cemeteries had been raided by her. The Heartsbane had aligned themselves with her too, and she descended onto Boralus with the might of an undead army numbering into the thousands behind her while her elites waited in the wings, reserving their strength.

And finally, finally, Trigon had enough of his senses back to know that the majority of the magic being poured into the massive arcane shield protecting Boralus from the undead onslaught was coming from Nadia.

“Nadia--!” Trigon choked on his own saliva. His mouth was dry. His throat burned. She must have heard him, because her concentration on the shield wavered just enough to cause every other mage present to cry out in alarm. Once again, many of them raised their hands in an attempt to assist. Trigon watched as more than half of those present crumpled to the ground, completely spent.

��I need to BE HERE!!” Anduin screamed, “we can’t keep throwing mages at this shield! Let me GO!”

“Get him to Stormwind, where he should have stayed,” came Genn’s snarl. Trigon crawled along the ground, blinking back unconsciousness. He had to have taken a severe magical blast. There was nothing else that could have brought him to such a state, and he must have thought he had no other choice but to body block it. The mage at his side gripped his shoulders, struggling to pull Trigon to his feet.

“C’mon… c’mon…” the man whispered desperately, “c’mon, advisor, we need you.”

Trigon clenched his teeth, and despite the rasp in his voice he called out, “Nadia!”

“Hey, casanova!” there was laughter in her words, “this isn’t the time to be distracting me, y’know!”

He hated her tone, by the Great One, he hated it. It was the tone of someone who was preparing to say goodbye.

“I’ve gotta’ concentrate! If I let this shield fall, I-I’m pretty sure that Boralus will be overrun with undead! Can’t have that now can we!”

“Stop talkin’ like you’re going to die,” he snarled. Her laugh was careless. That made him angrier.

“You know I kept on thinking! What it would be like to go back to Ether, see more of your world,” she babbled on, “meet your family maybe! Get to know your brothers better!”

Anduin and Genn were still having a massive spat in the background. Trigon supposed he could appreciate Anduin’s adamance that he remain in Boralus to help against Macabre.

“And I just kept on thinking! That maybe I’d marry you, that maybe we’d have a happy life!”

He stared at her in utter shock. The tears were on her voice, but she was still trying to force a smile.

“And you would smile,” Nadia choked out, and she turned her head just enough that their gazes locked, “and that would be enough.”

Trigon was stunned to silence. He continued to stare at her in wide-eyed shock, paralyzed, and the Heartsbane witches were having an absolute ball on the other side of Nadia’s now wavering shield.

She would be the first one in their path.

The first one that they’d tear to shreds.

Those with the virtue of compassion have always had the strongest shields.

Trigon’s fingers twitched.

Perhaps you should not be afraid to embrace your kindest attribute.

He didn’t have to ask who the voice belonged to. Trigon knew who it was, and he shakily rose to his feet.

Hold on. Embrace your virtue. Unleash your spirit. Your chosen father will be here with not a moment to spare, and what undead creature can withstand the wrath wrought by the King of Mages?

Trigon covered Nadia. Her shield shattered, and was replaced by a luminous, holy shield. Heartsbane witches shrieked, and undead wailed.

His scars flashed, brilliant rays hovering over his body while his ambush of tigers - now white, when they had been black before - raced through the dome and bowled through the troops.

Nadia leaned her head back to stare up at him.

And Trigon smiled at her.

“Is this enough?” he asked softly as Nadia reached up to trace over the scars on his cheeks. To him, they felt warm; and his hair too, felt warm.

He didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that he had changed.

Tears streamed down Nadia’s face, “yes, this is enough.”

Nadia didn’t know why he could do what he was doing - but she had stopped questioning Trigon’s capabilities months ago.

All that mattered to her right now was the smile he wore. It was genuine - it was kind, and gentle, and suited him in ways he would never know. Trigon was certainly all of his sharp edges, but this smile was perfect for him, and Nadia wished she could keep it on his lips forever.

Whatever happened next, she was only vaguely aware. A portal tore open the sky above Boralus, followed by a searing heat. She heard a powerful voice unleash a resounding battle cry before a massive, magical construct of sorts thundered into place around a large elven man.

His face was contorted by an expression of feral rage, and he held a lance in his hand that was consumed by swirls of fire.

“IGNITE!”

Trigon’s shield broke apart like stained glass seconds before the elven man whipped back his arm and launched the lance right into the heart of the forces besieging Boralus. It erupted in a pillar of near white fire.

And then, Trigon collapsed.

His tigers had stopped their assault on the mix of Bane and Heartsbane forces, and looked back at her.

They disappeared in smoky streams and opalescent shimmer.

“Trigon!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees beside him. He didn’t move, just lay there; still. Lifeless.

“No! No, no, no, no, please,” with all the strength she had in her she pulled Trigon’s upper body onto her lap, “Trigon!”

His chest rose and fell with a breath. The panic and fear and tears that threatened to bubble over was released on a sigh from Nadia. She threaded her fingers through what was once dark chocolate brown hair, and then, she ran a finger along the larger of Trigon’s scars on his cheek.

They were now opalescent, pale colors swirling amidst a base of ivory.

Just like his hair.

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Lil’ explanations cuz I didn’t want to let this get too long:

Za’hal Sasodon was able to pinpoint where Trigon (his adopted son) was and he appeared just in the nick of time to basically obliterate the Bane battalion, all of the undead, and a huge chunk of the Heartsbane witches. They immediately retreated.

Trigon’s beast spirit is an Ambush of (30) Tigers that are impervious to all damage. The repercussion is that he becomes a vegetable / paralyzed for at least three hours after using it (the beast spirit itself lasts about five minutes). He can only move his eyes.

In Ether, all angels / demons have a vice and virtue, and they can embrace one of them (there’s advantages to NOT embracing your vice or virtue but I still have a few kinks to work out so we won’t go into that). Trigon is a half-demon nephilim, and embracing his virtue causes him to undergo obvious physical changes (embracing his vice would have also changed his appearance, but those changes would be more obscure and not as obvious as going from having dark brown hair to white hair, as an example).

Anduin healed Trigon fully after this and so Trigon didn’t actually have to stay paralyzed for at least three hours.

Trigon and Nadia are going to have a very serious discussion about her “marry you” comment.

Za’hal of course formally introduces himself because apparently up until this point no one on Azeroth had met any of the royalty from Ether and Trigon had specifically never wanted Za’hal to come to Azeroth because Za’hal would Absolutely Stick His Nose Where It Doesn’t Belong And Try To Fix All Of Azeroth’s Faction Problems.

This is semi-non canon cuz I know that storywise Trigon wouldn’t embrace his virtue until he becomes the King of Assassins, but that’s another story for another time and literally that lyric made me think of this scenario specifically SO HERE IT IS!!!

#Song Lyrics Prompts #Air writes #Trigon #Nadia Ravenscroft #WoW #World of Warcraft #Champions #AAAAAA HOPE YOU LIKE #I AM GOING TO BED NOW

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manygalaxiesinone · 5 years

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My personal story for Silver and Blaze

((This is going to be the story I’m using for the main RPs behind these two. Keep this in mind.

Let’s start from Silver’s beginning. As you know, he’s from 200 years in Sonic’s future. What Silver’s future is like has been inconsistent across the board. Sonic 06 and Generations says it’s post apocalyptic, but according to Sonic Colors, it’s a bright one. Well since technically Sonic 06 isn’t canon, but Crisis City is still around, I will go with this.

Crisis City was originally Silver’s home. Silver would tend to go about and greet people with smiles and waves, but little does he know that they’re secretly afraid of him because of his powers. He didn’t mind though as he spends time playing around with his powers a bit or just reading stories.

That is until the day the city was attacked by Dr. Nega Robotnik (A.K.A Eggman Nega). Nega has been confirmed to be originally from Silver’s timeline, despite the fact he debuted in Sonic Rush. We’ll get to that later. Nega wanted to achieve success in robotics along the lines of his other ancestors, most notably Professor Gerald Robotnik. However, his projects were rejected due to the fact that he’s a descendant of the infamous Dr. Ivo Robotnik (A.K.A Dr. Eggman). Because of this, Nega decided to accomplish what his ancestor failed to do, which is dominate the world. After creating his robotic army, he sets sights on random cities, among of which is Crisis City. Knowing about the attack, Silver appeared to try to fend off the robots. Even though he fought well, even taking down one of the more powerful robots, Silver couldn’t save the city due to the fact that he’s just starting out in a battle, let alone being a hero in general, and that Nega’s mindset is (”If I can’t have it, no one can!”) and basically used hidden bombs and flamethrower bots to destroy the city, thus making Silver watch everything reduced to flames. Yeah unlike Ivo, Nega won’t hesitate to destroy everything if he finds out he can’t have his own way, regardless of the consequences alongside it.

Wanting to become stronger and inspire a new generation of freedom fighters, Silver left his home to train. During his travels, he came across Angel Island. As he explored, he soon ran into a robot that suspected him for trespassing and trying to steal the master emerald, and attacked Silver. Silver did managed to damage the robot a bit, but it was no ordinary bot. It wasn’t until the bot was commanded to stop before the fight ended. That’s when Silver met the guardian of the Master Emerald...

Shadow the Hedgehog. Yup, both him and the bot the Silver was fighting, E-123 Omega, are still around and became the new protectors of the Master Emerald after retiring from G.U.N and Knuckle’s inevitable death since keep in mind, this is over 200 years into the future. To me it also makes sense for Shadow to do this since he was born with chaos energy, he might have at least some connection with the master emerald, especially if Knuckles showed him the ropes before his passing. Silver points out that he meant no trouble and he just came to the island to train himself as Nega has begun his destruction/domination of the world. Both Shadow and Omega had a feeling a new threat would be approaching at some point later in their long lives. Shadow had watched Silver fight Omega and decided that his powers could be of use. Therefore, he decided to help train him to hone his abilities. Eventually, Silver became ready to fight back against the doctor, however only on his own as Silver and Omega prioritize themselves with the master emerald. They still communicate with each other with earpieces leftover from their time spent with G.U.N. They gave him Rouge’s old one because she’s...well...you know.

Think of it as like Sonic Adventure where Silver just goes around doing missions set for him by Shadow, Batman Beyond style. Eventually, Silver managed to catch up to Nega and was about to bring him to justice. Unfortunately, Eggman Nega managed to escape using a new personal warping invention he made and used it to go back in time for a new plan, to erase the mistakes his ancestor made, which leads to the events of Sonic Rivals 1 and 2. Silver comes back to Angel Island to report to Shadow and Omega.

Knowing full well about what might happen if he succeeds, Shadow decides to use chaos control to send Silver back in time to stop him before it’s too late, similar to how it’s done in Sonic 06. He also warns Silver to beware of his past self and not reveal how he ends up in the future because he knows that his past self isn’t the most cooperative person to deal with. Heck, even now that’s a bit of a stretch. He also gives Silver a special signal device to let Shadow know when it’s time to bring him back since their communicators won’t work when they’re that far back in the past.

After the events of Sonic Rivals, Nega managed to escape to formulate a new plan to change the future. Fortunately, Silver managed to find out about it and Shadow sends him through time once again, thus proceeding the events of Sonic Rivals 2. At the end of Rivals, Silver and his companion, Espio, left Nega alone in a portal after foiling his plans with his ifrit,

which is pretty much the game’s version of Iblis, minus his other half, Mephiles. That being said, I have heard someone theorize ifrit using its power to transport Eggman Nega to the Sol Dimension which would lead to the events of Sonic Rush, in which case...sure. I’ll go along with that. Now we get to the part where Silver and Blaze meet for the first time. After a while of helping rebuild the destruction Nega left in the future, Silver couldn’t help but shake the feeling that Nega is still out there somewhere. At some point, he returns to Angel Island to discuss it with his mentor, Shadow. Shadow admits that he doesn’t deny the possibility, especially if he recalls Sonic ever telling him about his travels in the Sol Dimension. He would probably put 2 and 2 together that the Nega there is the same person from here. Knowing how dangerous he is, Silver doesn’t want another world to suffer because of him. That’s when Shadow decides to bring out a secret treasure that he kept with him for years in secret...

the phantom ruby. Shadow points out that with the power of the emeralds (especially with the master emerald present), he can send Silver across time, but with the phantom ruby, he can transport to anywhere in reality, even across dimensions. He and Omega kept it secret because even if one day they were to fail at protecting the master emerald, this could be used as a way to bring it back. That and they knew what might happen if it fell into the wrong hands as well. Like before, Shadow tells Silver to use his signal device once the mission is over, especially in this case where he would be sent across both time and space to reach Nega since he would still technically be in Sonic’s timeline while in the Sol Dimension, so you can imagine it’s going to take quite the amount of energy.

Silver manages to end up on one of the islands on Blaze’s home world in the Sol Dimension. At first, he takes interest in the wildlife around him, seeing how similar or different they are compared to the ones at Angel Island, or at least at home before Nega’s attack. Soon, he remembers he has to focus and soon comes across a town/village (take your pick. I haven’t actually played Sonic Rush. I’m gathering info about it from online, so take what I say with a grain of salt. I’m trying my best, okay?). He starts going around and ask people about Nega to see if he’s around.

Some people pointed out that they have either seen him or at least heard of him, but they’re not sure about where he is now since at the end of Sonic Rush Adventure, he was blown up after being defeated by their princess and her blue hedgehog companion. Silver has met Sonic before at this point at least once thanks to Sonic Rivals, so he does wonder if it’s the same guy. Regardless, this does confirm that Nega has been here for quite some time, but the question remains is whether or not he’s still around. Before he has much time to think about it though, pirates attack the place. And with Silver being Silver, he wastes no time to deal with them before leaving to the next nearby island. He basically starts searching around for clues, but with no luck in terms of actual concrete proof that he’s still here. That is until he comes across a huge mech threatening a young girl. Nega’s symbol on the bot was proof that it was one of his and not Ivo’s. While the girl isn’t afraid at all, she is clearly having a bit of trouble, so Silver goes in to help out. The severely injured mech barely escapes to make a report back to where it came from. The girl was thrilled by Silver’s powers and kept asking him random questions like who he was, where he came from, how he got his powers, ect. It didn’t take long for Silver to use his powers to hold her in place so she could calm down. Silver points out that he’s from another world, which prompted her to ask if he knew Sonic. As stated before, they have met, but they don’t really know each other all that much.

The girl then introduces herself as Marine, future adventurer extraordinaire. Silver says it was nice meeting her, but he has to continue his search for Nega. Marine says she wants to help Silver find him since she was with Sonic and others when they fought him before. At first, Silver was against it since he while even though he’s not against the idea of relying on others, he didn’t feel it’s right to get people from this dimension involved with what he believes to be his mess. He does end up agreeing in the end though once Marine mentioned that she has a boat and can help him explore the world like a guide. That he knew someone like her is going to tag with him anyway.

Meanwhile at the hidden base, Nega notices that one of his mechs has been thrashed rather quickly, since it hasn’t been that long since he sent this one out. As he inspects the damage, the mech shows a recording of what happened. The reveal of Silver being in this dimension shocked him, as he has no clue on how he got here nor how he figure out that he was here to begin with. Regardless, his nemesis is hunting him down, and he won’t tolerate another failure. He sends all the bots he created on high alert and to track down Silver. He is now wanted, dead or alive. Heck, I’ll even come up with a quote for it.

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“I don’t care if you have to burn down every forest on every island to bring him out. FIND. ME. THAT. HEDGEHOG!!!”

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Once they got to the next island, it didn’t take long before they were attacked by pirates again, who are after Silver for the bounty placed on him by Nega if they managed to get him. After defeating one of the pirate leaders, Silver came across a strange gem that was left behind. Even though it appeared different to the super emeralds on Angel Island, he can still feel some form of power from it. That’s when a person comes in, demanding that he hands over the gem to her. At first, Silver was reluctant as to why he should, but the person said that her responsibility is to keep those safe. After hearing that, he does so, much to her surprise. Silver points out that she’s probably the guardian of the emeralds here and knows better than to get in her way. That and he doesn’t really need them since his only priority is going after Nega. Once she finds out that he knows Nega, she questions him on who he is and he introduces himself similarly to how he did so with Marine. Even the part about not really knowing Sonic all that well. Silver decided that while it was nice meeting her, it was time for him to leave and rendezvous back with Marine. Blaze was still curious about him, so she decided to follow behind. It wasn’t until Marine ran past Silver and hugged Blaze that he realized he was being followed. While Blaze is happy to see Marine again, she still questions Silver about how he knows about Nega and why he’s after him. Silver tells her that he’s on a mission to bring him back to his world now that he found out that he’s been hiding here for so long. Blaze is still a bit suspicious, but Marine tells her that he’s a decent guy and they should help him hunt down Nega as she knows full well he’s up to no good again. Blaze agrees for now, but she will be keeping an eye on him. This is getting longer than expected so, I’ll hold the rest off for another part later on.))

#silver #blaze #sonic the hedgehog

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coffin-of-eternal-darkness · 5 years

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Thank you for over 3000 followers

I reached 3000 followers a while ago and even though I didn’t do anything for my other milestones, I thought I should make a post about this one (though I couldn’t think of anything special). After all, 3000 is most likely the highest I will get and it really is an amazing number, considering I’m not doing anything special XD Kinda fitting too. In NnT everything started 3000 years ago, and for my blog everything started 3000 followers ago XD I’m not sure how many people from the old days even follow me anymore, but, thank you all. It’s been some amazing years!

As for what I’ll do… Well, my friend @maybeishouldwait helped me with some question prompts, so it’ll sort of be like an interview? I hope at least some of you are interested. So, let’s start!

1. Let's start with an easy one: how did you discover NNT, and what drew you to it?

I’ve recently answered an ask with a similar question but here we go! It was a complete coincidence. I wasn’t necessarily searching for something. I randomly browsed a manga reading site, probably looking foe updates and the title somehow caught my attention so I clicked on it. I didn’t take it seriously at first, the first chapter really didn’t impress me at all, and I only continued because I thought it was funny. It’s no secret I fell in love with the series but it still baffled me how fast it went from “Lol, this is funny and stupid” to “BEIRHJ I LOVE THIS SO MUCH” in a matter of a only few chapters XD Everything was such a new experience to me. The characters weren’t the usual stereotypes, they were actually deep and interesting. The story took a while to become interesting, at first it was more about just… gathering these super powerful knights and it was so cool to see what kind of crazy character the next one would be. I also loved how I could never see anything coming. Even now that we know what kind of series this is, there are still plottwists like Hawk’s eyes being the portal to purgatory or Cath’s whole appearance that just… could not be predicted and I really love that surprise effect when something unbelievable happens. So I love the characters and the surprises but I also love the story, or rather how it’s told. For the first… 70 or so chapters to me it felt like with every chapter it just got even BETTER than before. I still had a few of those moments in the Commandment saga, just, scenes that blew me away and made me think “Wow, I wonder how much better this series can get”. I think it also was around chapter 70 that I created my blog. And more than anything I think I love the tragedies. It’s hearbreaking but heartwarming at the same time somehow. Not many of you probably know this but my first NnT OTP was actually Banlaine and I cried so much when I read their backstory. I loved how deeply in love they were to the point of sacrificing themselves for the other. Both had to deal with a large chunk of loneliness in their lives and for both of them the other was their salvation. Every time Ban was saying anything about Elaine in the main series I was both crying and cheering for him. By now everything is a tragedy and while I wish there were a few more lighthearted scenes for… personal salvation… I like that and crying about all those characters and CARING for their happiness really helped me get into this series I think.

2. How has your blog changed since it started?

Well, apart from the fact that is has grown popular… I actually think I’ve burned out a but. I write a lot less text posts than before. I had an awful amount of (stupid) theories back in the old days and also an awful amount of free time somehow. Now I feel like I don’t think about theories that often anymore, let alone post them. Part of that is that I’m busy with work and other hobbies, but partly that’s because the series has gotten so long and it’s becoming harder and harder to remember details, especially from the newer chapters. I really want to reread the series but I never get around to do that anymore. I also think that back in the days I more or less posted just anything I found or thought was cool, while nowadays I’m always wondering what I could do. I still try to keep it up but it’s becoming harder and harder. Oh, there’s also a lot more follower interaction too!

3. What are some of your favorite blogs or sites for NNT stuff?

As for sites, I usually only check the official ones, like the official HP or the official Twitter account. As for blogs… I don’t really follow a lot of people since I look through the tag almost on a daily basis anyway. Of course there’s @spoilerkingjuliane, she’s a must follow XD I can also highly recommend @maybeishouldwait since she’s an awesome writer. I always enjoy @nostalgicbookworms gifs a lot and @sdsmangacaps is my go-to account for manga caps. There are a lot more blogs that I really like, there are tons of really good artists on Tumblr and Twitter but since I’m not actually following a lot of them and I fear I’ll forget a few I’d rather not mention them directly and hope they know I appreciate them. The most obvious Twitter account is yuka_sai0127 btw, but there are a lot of others.

4. What advice would you give to someone wanting to make their blog as successful as yours?

Tbh I have no idea how I even got so popular in the first place XD I started on a whim and thought I’d lose motivation immediately and nobody would follow me anyway. But before I knew it I had almost 100 followers in a matter of a few days. Maybe it was my obsession? I also quickly befriended the other popular NnT blogs, that probably helped too. I think it depends on what kind of blog you have, but I think the most important thing is frequent updates and high quality. I also think blogs should have a good balance between your own content and reblogs. There are blogs that live only through reblogs and that’s fine but I think it’s harder to be “interesting” when you don’t have your own content. Try to find something only you can do and do it. @spoilerkingjuliane for example is good at finding info and she is immensely popular because of that. I will forever be slightly jealous of her because I will never reach that level XD”

5. What's the best part of running your blog? What's something you wish was different?

The best part without a doubt is how much it involves me into the fandom. I’m more or less forced to see all kinds of fandom posts and while that’s sometimes stressing me out, I also see a lot of amazing content and being able to share those posts with so many people makes me really happy. Running this blog also helped me boost my own confidence. As I mentioned earlier at the beginning I thought nobody would be interested in my blog anyway and I’d give up right away. But I gained followers quickly and it showed me that yes, I might not be as boring as always I think I am. It showed me that I can do things if I just try. On the downside though, running a popular blog puts a lot of pressure on you, and I constantly feel like I have to do something, have to go through the tag, have to make SOME content somehow. And even when you’re stressed you can’t just take it out on people after all so the stress piles up. That’s probably my own responsibility and not the blog itself that is doing that, but I still wish I could take it more easy.

6. How did you learn Japanese? Did you find it difficult?

Well, it wasn’t easy at least. I started learning Japanese twice, once I gave up quickly because the book I used was a horrible starter and after that I learned the basic grammar and a few words through a magazine crash course. Learning specific words was easier than to learn all hiragana and katakana on their own and since I also knew the basic grammar it made it easier to learn and understand whole sentences. Still, I’m an extremely lazy human being and even though I’ve been learning Japanese for almost half of my life now I very rarely actively studied. Most of the time I would try (and fail) to read manga in Japanese and pick up new words and grammar here and there. But through switching between actually learning and trying to read manga I got better. Once I was at a certain level I bothered a ton of random japanese people too in order to befriend and speak japanese with them, which also helped. I think the most major step in my learning career was getting obsessed with Tales of Vesperia a few years ago tho. I was at a comparatively high Japanese level back then already but playing a game of THAT length completely in japanese was a challenge. I learned a stupid amount of new words and grammar and ways of talking through that game and it probably helped that it was just an amazing game that remains to be my favorite. I’ve also translated a few manga chapters back then that really got me practicing and I also worked at an Udon restaurant with (except for me) 100% japanese staff. And as is the case with all languages… Talking with real people is always the best practice. Then of course my year working in japan gave me the final boost. I still have a ton to learn and I’m nowhere near really GOOD but I like to think my japanese is pretty decent at least.

7. What do you see for the future of your blog?

It won’t be all too long anymore til the manga ends and when that happens there won’t be any theories or reviews to write anymore… There will still be an S3 and possible an S4 and maybe more anime projects. But it will be harder to update the blog with original content. Eventually it will most likely turn into a reblog only blog. But I hope I will have some more time and motivation to actually reread the manga, complete my NnT encyclopedia and update the blog with interesting stuff I find in between. I really want to keep this blog up for a few more years!

No matter how it will turn out though, I’m happy I came so far. I made a whole bunch of good friends during this time and had a lot of fun. To my friends and followers (silent or not): Thank you so much for your support!

#personal #follower celebration #kinda #man i really hope someone is actually interested in this #i feel kinda bad not doing something more flashy #like drawing a huge picture #or doing requests or whatever

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timeclonemike · 6 years

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Just In Case.

So the CRA is coming down to the wire. While I don’t think it’s impossible that somebody will cross the aisle at this point, I wouldn’t put money on it. Of course, after the CRA come the lawsuits, and of course all the states trying to pass legislation to protect net neutrality. The battle is far from over.

But we could still be looking at some unsavory stuff in the future, if not outright Bad Shit Going Down.

So I’ve compiled a list of resources here. I would advise everyone who sees this post to go to the links, if they still work at the time of reading, and save the content locally. Bookmarks might not be enough at some point, you want to have this information on a drive or USB stick somewhere. Maybe even print it out, just have it some place where somebody else can’t keep you from seeing it or hold it hostage.

1. IP Addresses

It’s possible that an ISP censoring content might only think to mess with the Domain Name stuff and not actually block IP Addresses, or there may be technical or legal problems with blocking IPs themselves, so it might be a good idea to know what address a particular site or service uses. You can find some advice on how to do that here.

In case the links no longer work, for whatever reason, there are several methods that get listed. The online version involves this website:

https://ipinfo.info/html/ip_checker.php.

The windows OS version involves using the Command Prompt to send a ping command to a given website. A lot of people who do computer and network troubleshooting will be familiar with this already, because pinging google is a quick benchmark for connectivity and speed issues. Macs use the same ping command, inside of an app called Network Utility, which can be found using the Spotlight. iPhones an Android phones have a specific app for this kind of thing called, surprise surprise, Ping and PingTools respectively, but if you can’t access the app store anymore than you probably have bigger problems than simply navigating a censored and divided internet.

2. VPN Software

Virtual Private Networks have previously been used as a means of staying anonymous online, among other things, but they may be useful as a way to bypass content restrictions imposed by ISPs, acting as a middleman and allowing access to sites and services that the ISP itself may have blocked outright. Of course, whether or not they will work depends on exactly how the ISP is monitoring and restricting content, and whether the VPN itself is hosted in a region where an ISP is blocking and throttling with abandon. Some information on the subject can be found here. There are some obvious concerns about free versus paid VPN services, though I imagine if ISP censoring becomes common enough they’re going to basically “grow” a market of companies and software designed specifically to get around restrictions. Whether or not you can trust a particular type of software, well, if I could predict the future I’d be picking lottery numbers and using the winnings to start funding municipal broadband all over the country like some sort of Guerilla Philanthropist. Keep your antivirus software as up to date as possible, go with your gut, and do not write anybody a blank check.

3. Mesh Networks

This is both a hardware and last mile issue that is not directly connected to the problems of ISP censorship and throttling, but worth mentioning. Simply put, a mesh network is a more redundant system than a single line line of cable. Transmitters and receivers connect to each other on an ad-hoc basis in order to hand off information requests from one device to another to another until they reach a portal to the internet at large, and the process works in reverse to deliver that information to the person who requested it. These have been built in a lot of regions where investment in broadband has not happened, and they have their drawbacks such as requiring a critical size threshold to stay healthy and functional. But the advantage is that no one person can control what goes on over the network, and it can survive a loss of some of the transceivers as long as the minimum size is maintained. A community based organization could use a mesh network to get around restriction on landline communications that are filtered by an ISP, and such an organization might plant the seeds of an actual cooperative broadband arrangement in the future. An article that goes into more technical details can be found here, although it is not entirely technical and there’s more complete sources out there. Keep in mind that this article was written back in 2013, so not only has the technology improved, but the conditions that resulted in it becoming necessary back then pretty much knocks the legs out from under the claims that the internet was doing absolutely fine before the 2015 Open Internet Order.

4. Cut The Cable

I mentioned this in my last big net neutrality post about what to do if push came to shove, but I think it’s worth repeating. The essential idea behind paying for internet is that you get information and communication resources in exchange for money. If your local company is not providing you with the videos and fanfic and news and games and chatting with friends that you want, then do not provide them with your money. Cancel your account, and make sure that they know why, and then use that money on anything else. They did all of this so they could make more money, so starve them out of necessity and / or spite. Being separated from friends, well, that’s going to be traumatic, but if your company won’t let you communicate with them anyway then you might as well spend that money on something else, even if it’s just a box of envelopes and a book of stamps. (On that note, consider exchanging mailing addresses, or rented PO boxes / General Delivery in a nearby municipality, with people you absolutely want or need to keep in contact with, and do that while you can still talk online. Not over open channels, obviously.) As for the rest of it... heck. Maybe a lack of constant bad news from various websites will put us all in a better mood and frame of mind so we can actually come up with plans of action to fix this mess, without struggling under a constant psychological drain.

5. Get Your Voting Stuff In Order

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the-art-pile · 6 years

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The Golden Boy

Ship: Ryan Haywood/ Gavin Free (Freewood)

Word Count: 1,999

Prompt: Gavin has the whole crew wrapped around his finger. His words flutter around them and they do as they command. Why would they deny their golden boy?

Notes: This started as a kind of character study of my favorite headcanon of Golden Boy!Gavin and turned into a self-indulgent Freewood thing that makes no sense. Anyway, enjoy!

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Most of the other crews and gangs saw Gavin as a side piece, an accessory that the Fakes lugged around, and who could blame them? At meetings, he hung off Geoff’s arm and simpered. He crooned into Geoff’s ear about wanting something and later others would seem him with said item, whether it be some sort of jewelry or fancy gadget. Some tried to use that little detail to their advantage, a way to hit the Fakes at their weak spot but little did they know, Gavin wasn’t a weak spot, and every other crew had to learn this the hard way.

Their first mistake was assuming that Gavin was Ramsey’s twink. To be fair to them, the evidence they were presented with gave them no indication that he wasn’t. In meetings, Gavin was plastered to Ramsey’s side. He would stroke his hand up and down his chest and fan his eyelashes up to the kingpin. A picture of sinful innocence. They never realized it was an act. They watched as the blonde-tipped male flirted with the leader. None of the others of the crew made any movement of discomfort at the display and a couple would roll their eyes in annoyance. They were none the wiser.

When the Fakes first started up, it was just Ramsey, Pattillo, and the Golden Boy. They watched as the Golden Boy earned his name. His finery becoming finer with each successful heist, and jaws dropped when the golden pistol made its appearance. Reports of Ramsey appearing in the jewelry shops starting springing up, and they were surprised to find that it wasn’t to case them, but a legitimate purchase. The procured items soon making an appearance on the Golden Boy. Thus, the idea of the Golden Boy being a sugar baby and Ramsey his sugar daddy was born.

This idea was shut down immediately by those that spent an iota of time with the Fakes. Whether it be a gun for hire or held for interrogation, these people tried to dissuade the rumors. Many even claiming that Ramsey wasn’t even the leader. They yelled about how it was the Golden Boy. Gavin was the one who pulled the strings, but no one believed them. To them, Gavin was simply the Golden Boy, a glorified kept boy.

When Mogar joined the Fakes, people were understandably afraid as he was a known pyromaniac, but at the same time, their fears were quelled as the arsonist would be on a leash under Ramsey. They were fucking wrong. If Mogar and the Golden Boy were seen within an inch of each other during a heist you fucking ran if you knew what was good for you. A well-placed word or two from the Golden Boy and suddenly the building was exploding and you were watching your hopes and dreams die. If you had made it out that is.

If you saw the two at a bar, your alcohol intake dropped drastically. You weren’t having a good time anymore. You’re cautious and watchful, waiting for the newbies that don’t know any better. You see the nudge and the whisper and suddenly Mogar’s eyes are burning. It’s 5 v 1 and the five are losing. No one intervenes. The fight only stops when the others are unconscious or the Golden Boy decides the fun is out of the moment. He then takes Mogar by the arm and saunters out.

If you receive a report of the Golden Boy and Pattillo being seen, you avoid the streets. There’s no telling when one of the speed demons will come flying around the corner. Or even come in guns blazing with a new attack chopper. There were no restraints on the two.

Monster trucks barreled down the roads. A jet swoops too close for comfort. No vehicle or location is entirely safe while the Golden Boy and Pattillo are out.

Most outside the crew didn’t see the effect the Golden Boy has on Rimmy Tim. They only saw the aftermath. The ever-changing rainbow of hair. The reduced amount of words one week that was later met with the rumor that he had basically fried the inside of his mouth with sour candy,

The list went on. Little dares and bets that Gavin would present to Jeremy and would accept with little hesitation. Gavin knew not to go too far, but he couldn’t help but test it once or twice. See how far he could push the purple and orange man.

He wasn’t disappointed with the results.

Most can’t pick up on the Golden Boy and Vagabond dynamic. Even the crew couldn’t until it was thrust into their face. Gavin’s hypotheticals and seemingly idiotic questions were met with groans and eye rolls from the other members of the crew, including the Vagabond. There were those times though when the crew saw the Vagabond’s eyes sparkle a bit and suddenly he and Gavin were at each other's throats debating the everything to do with the little question. Multiple times the rest of the crew feared they were going to have to stop Ryan from killing Gavin. What shocked them the most was they would be in the middle of an intense verbal battle when would say some inane line, and they’d both stop, laugh, then go their separate ways while the crew stood blinking in awe.

They all knew that Gavin had all of them wrapped around his ring clad fingers, even Ryan. They could be driving somewhere for a heist, nothing going wrong, a simple peaceful ride. A motorcyclist would appear aways in front of them, and Gavin would lean over, hand caressing Ryan’s arm. A ‘please’ pressed to the mask covered ear and suddenly the cyclist was pasted across the window and hood of the car. The rest of them would laugh at the poor man’s demise, but they’d miss the knowing smirk pasted across their Golden boy’s face.

No one really questioned why Ryan listened to Gavin, seeing as they all did it. Blinded by their own trapping, they missed the gentle touches and whispered words before both disappeared. Later, they’d assume they were just hooking up, something they didn’t put past Gavin. No one visited Gavin’s or Ryan’s apartment, if they did, they’d realize they didn’t have a separate apartment. They lived together. In a house. With two cats and a dog, that the neighbor girl was all too enthusiastic to watch when they got busy. In fact, the couple was well liked in their neighborhood, and the crew never knew about it till they were forced to bunker down there one day. They soon learned that Ryan and Gavin had each other wrapped around their fingers, with silver bands.

~ “FUCKING GET DOWN!”

“WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY!”

The heist had been going well. The stealth part had gone phenomenal, the rest following through with their parts perfectly. That was until another crew showed up. They knew too much about their whereabouts with the heist meaning that they had to take care of a mole once they got out of this situation.

In a bullet-riddled vehicle, the crew is screaming through their coms. Talks about where to go as they race down the streets, a few of them being bandaged as the conversation goes on. If they had a mole, they obviously couldn’t go to any of their safe houses. They were probably already compromised. The talks turned to going to someone’s apartment. Michael vetoed his, as it was mostly just a front for civilian life and he mostly stayed at the penthouse. Geoff and Jack obviously lived at the penthouse. Jeremy had an apartment and volunteered, but was shot down because it was too small. They then turned to Gavin. He liked to spend money and the crew was assuming that he probably spent tons of money on some sort of bachelor pad. Their questioning leads to a blushing Gavin.

“Um, Ry? Can we fit everyone?”

“Probably, though they might have to bunk together in the guest rooms.”

This lead to them freaking out because holy shit they live together?! The long drive to their neighborhood brought up even more frantic questioned that was simply met with a silent Gavin and Ryan. When Ryan stops them in front of their house, the two turn to the crew and sigh.

“You’re gonna have to wait a bit until you can come in. We had a dinner party planned with the neighbors, plus we gotta pay the babysitter.”

“YOU HAVE KIDS!?”

“Furry kids, yeah,” Ryan snorts, “Hope no one is allergic to cats or dogs.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“No Geoff, I’m fucking Gavin, very lovingly I might add.”

Four hours later and Gavin and Ryan return to the vehicles, dressed up and smelling of home cooked food. The crew watches as they wave at some of the people down the street before ushering them inside. What greets is so domestic that some of them feel like they stepped through a portal into an alternate reality. They can see the touches of Gavin and Ryan respectively throughout the humble abode. There’s a cat curled up in an armchair and one staring down at them from the cabinets. The giant ass dog that bounces up to them makes them all recoil. The animal bowls through them in excitement.

“THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“This good girl is Strudel. The lazy ass is Pancake, and the lurker is Raspberry.”

“Why are your animals named after food?”

“Why not.”

Lindsey descends on Pancake, causing purring to overlay the current conversation. Slowly the crew settles down and Raspberry comes down from her perch to be pet after a bit. The panic of the earlier ambush seems to be completely gone now and a different panic sets in. Geoff is the one that breaks the silence.

“Since when did you two live together?”

“I think we’re coming up on seven years.”

Any and all movement that had been occurring grinds to a halt at that.

“We, uh, we’ve only been a crew for, um, three years?”

Simultaneously, Ryan and Gavin raise their left hands, displaying matching silver bands. There’s no sound for a second or two before suddenly they all break out screaming and yelling, a few going over to the pair to examine the jewelry more closely.

“Kinda surprised you guys didn’t know… I mean we were in the newspaper and on the news for a few days after our wedding because someone wanted Ry dead, and shot it up with a bunch of hired guns. News crews were hounding us for weeks.”

“THAT WAS YOU GUYS!? I WAS FUCKING ON THAT JOB!”

“Small fucking world, huh?”

“Can we go back to the fact that they’re fucking married?”

“Yeah, the fuck you guys?”

“Well, we obviously started by dating.”

“No fucking shit.”

“Gav was just a hacker when we met, but he still had a mouth on him. We both were freelancing and got hired for the same job, and just kinda clicked? We’d meet up outside work and stuff. It was kinda an unspoken thing that we were dating, and then about a year after meeting, I proposed. Moved here, adopted our kids, became the token gay couple here, met you guys… Short and sweet.”

“Why the fuck did you act like you haven’t met before when we brought you into the crew?”

“Eh, just a game we like to play.”

“YOU SPENT ALMOST A YEAR AT THE PENTHOUSE CAUSE YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T HAVE A HOME?!”

“Again, little game. Gotta spice life up sometimes, and Ryan and I may have been fighting at one point during that and I stayed at the penthouse as a way to cool off.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“You try living with his snore denying ass and then tell me that living in the penthouse wasn’t justified. Took a fucking sleep study to convince him to buy snore strips.”

“This is too fucking domestic for me. Show me where I’m sleeping.”

#freewood #fake ah crew #fanfic #FAHC #fahc!Jack #fahc!Ryan #fahc!Geoff #fahc!Michael #vagabond #ragehappy #golden boy gavin #my writing #fahc!Jeremy

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foxfuture42 · 3 years

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