#understand this pigeon on a personal level<3

[ashessonfire]

if you’re still looking for headcanon requests: what about kaz and reader who is disabled/suffers from chronic pain? i don’t often see x reader fics include things like disabilities, and it’s really quite nice to have found a character like kaz whose struggles i can relate to - ty <33

Kaz Brekker x (Chronically ill) Reader - Headcanons <3

- Paring : Kaz Brekker x Chronically ill! Reader A/N - Thank you so much for this request, and absolutely this is important, and i suffer from multiple chronic illnesses and pains too! I am basing it off my own experiences, which is chronic illness, but i hope it's general enough for anyone to relate to :) ════ ∘◦ᵒ 𓅓 ᵒ◦∘ ════

Kaz Brekker's image is one that permeates throughout the whole city, not a soul is unaware of the leader of the Crows

His limp only adds to the terrifying image, broken and twisted in every element of his being, yet completely unrelenting.

However, privately, his leg causes Kaz excruciating pain, a constant ache that never seems to cease, fatigue from stumbling around for too long, or the cold inducing agonizing flares of pain.

As a result, Kaz has become familiar with the aches and troubles, so when his partner reveals they experience something similar? Kaz suffers from a great mixture of hurt and relief

Why is he relieved you may ask?

Well, the bastard of the barrel can finally offer someone a sense of comfort and support, which in most things he finds practically impossible to do.

Sharing the experience with Kaz would offer the both of you solace, although at first it may come across as if he doesn't notice your constant pain.

However, very swiftly small pots of expensive medicines would arrive neatly wrapped on your bed, his cane would conveniently be placed close by during a flare up, and your favourite foods would mysteriously make their way to you, helping to brighten the tougher days.

Kaz is not a man of words, at all, however he would work on verbalizing his concerns, reading you easily and offering clipped but gentle check in's, like :

"How is the pain compared to yesterday?"

"I'm not going out soon, take my cane just in case"

"The painkillers are already in your drawer, I had Inej replace them this morning"

In terms of severe pain, both chronic + caused by a disability, please expect to never move a muscle - he will 100% get someone else to run around and do everything for you, especially when he himself is struggling.

If you care for him in return, you may even get a few faint smiles - he would be so deeply grateful for your attentiveness and devotion (but obviously it's Kaz, he won't show it freely)

Another reason i believe Kaz would be relieved, is that someone would finally understand his own disability and pains

You would be able to return his gestures, offering him the same sense of security and compassion, without overbearing sympathy or pity - something Kaz detests

Just after he broke his leg, I can vividly picture the pigeons of the barrel dramatically cooing at the young boys limp, explaining their sorrows for him with overwhelming pity

After this, he would undoubtedly threaten any sorrow for his condition with an excruciating death

Let's just say word spread quickly, and few dared to repeat this offence...

Kaz would also have little diaries tucked away in his office and at the slat, detailing each symptom of yours during flare ups - allowing him to prepare anything you could possibly need when the next one arrives

Kaz would feel more at ease with you than anyone else, and would likely share his own hardships with you - knowing that the pair of you can relate on a level few others could match

Honestly i just know that he would be in a strange way very relieved for you to understand his own struggles - allowing for him to be more comfortable with you overall <3

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P.S : As a chronically ill person myself, I just wanted to say that my requests will always be open for ideas like this, and my private messages are open for anything. If anyone is experiencing any form of chronic illness and needs someone to talk to, I am here for you!! It can be super isolating and difficult, especially when those around you cannot understand your struggles, even if they try to. Hopefully this post can find all my spoonie crow fans!! <333

#kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone #six of crows imagine #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #shadow and bone season 2 #kaz brekker x reader imagines #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker headcanons #ashessonfire #requests open

[k-s-morgan]

How are you?

Since you sent this ask today and it's the last day of the month, I decided to use it for my monthly post! I hope you don't mind <3

I'm doing more or less okay, though February marked one year anniversary since the start of the senseless war. There were repeated bombings through February; more apartment complexes and residential buildings were hit, more people died - all because of the outdated ambitions of one government and the stupidity, greed, and bloodthirstiness of a half of the nation it rules. Ruzzian soldiers keep invading Ukraine to kill Ukrainian people, bomb Ukrainian territories, burn Ukrainian ecology, including wild life, pets, and birds, destroy Ukrainian crops, buildings, and culture, and condemn millions of people to the loss of their loved ones and the homes they spent a lifetime saving up on. Why? None of them can give even a semi-believable answer. This is a unique phenomenon that psychiatrists should study for decades to come.

Here's a photo of the building situated across of mine. Second day of war, February 25, 2022 - the first results of a new reality Russia decided to bring to its neighbours. The explosions, the terror, the separations; endless queues in the stores; air raid sirens; deadly silence in the huge building that used to be full of voices, laughter, and arguments.

But February 25, 2023 was different. My building was full of chattering again. A neighbor was singing in the shower as he always does; my pigeons were arguing; two annoying children downstairs were yelling and arguing. Life has returned, and this year made all of us stronger.

Last year, I was sure that Russia was about to win. I had no faith in Ukraine, only bitterness because my country was never perfect and it made its share of huge mistakes. But now, things have changed. Russia humiliated itself on a global level. It will forever be remembered as a hotbed of fascism and mindless greed, and there is every chance that Ukraine will win. I have faith now, though I understand that many scenarios are possible. Either way, I'm extremely proud of my country, and I have Russia to thank for turning me into a passionate patriot of Ukraine.

I did a lot of writing this year, and everyone who supported me through comments, Patreon and messages largely contributed to it. I don't have many friends in real life, I'm not a very communicative person and I'm a hopeless introvert, so you all played a huge role in inspiring me and giving me strength. Thank you, I will never forget this.

On a personal front, my three wonderful idiot cats are doing fine; I'm still fighting for the health of 4 of my pigeons, though. One pigeon in particular is in danger now. Here she is: her name is Aristrokratka.

She's always been a wild pigeon - I was feeding her from my window for over a decade; one day, I noticed that someone broke her wing. She struggled to fly: once she reached the top of a streetlight (this was as far as she could go in her state), she stayed there for over 24 hours to regain her strength. I was despondent, so I, my brother and my mother tried to catch her. The entire neighbourhood watched how we chased her under the cars and on the mini-roofs. Finally, I managed to trap and get her.

She's been living with me for over 2 years now. Sadly, she has an egg stuck inside her. It's old, it got entwined with her insides by now, and she needs surgery. It's risky, so we decided to do it only if she starts feeling poorly. Her condition isn't perfect, but she's well enough, so I don't want to possibly steal whatever time she has left.

While I'm sad that she might leave me soon, her story is not sad. She has had a long and fulfilling life, and she has everything I can give her.

Here's the recent video with my two cats: Tom, my clumsy boy, couldn't climb up from the hole he hid himself in, and Laoriy tried to help him. Though I suspect he wanted him out just because he wanted to hide there himself :D

Thank you all again for staying here and supporting me. I hope 2023 will be happier in every respect for my country, as much as it's possible. But we'll see.

#personal #ukraine #kyiv #kiev #russia is a terrorist state

[applin-bottom-jeans]

trying to reorganize my life for new years

through the power of agile brainrot i'm doing a new thing for time tracking and i kind of want to share it here (especially since i don't have a real update for pigeon-splice like i wanted)

so last year i tried to figure out organizational methods for the stuff i had in my life because my current system - writing down weekly todos and then breaking those into daily tasks - wasn't really working, both in the short term (large tasks that need to be done during the day get kicked, forever) and long term (no tracking for long term projects with deadlines)

but then two things happened

i read up on agile stuff

i got put on a better release type of my meds and holy shit i am less wiaefrjueiwahjfdeioswAFHeouihf (and then got put back on the old version because of a miscommunication between docs and then put back on the new version, more on that later)

I'm not a big fan of kanban because i feel like in card form seeing all of the cards you have in your queue gets extremely overwhelming, especially if you dont have a good way of organizing them by tag (so really, i just hate trello).

but scrum. im in a deep love-hate relationship with scrum. Here's my understanding of scrum, which may not be entirely accurate, with commentary -

Sprint - a length of time where work is measured, usually 2 weeks - no comment, perfect length of time, love that

scrum points - how much work you think a task will take, which will help determine the amount of work you have planned for a sprint - this can get ambiguous depending on the work you do. What happens if something goes wrong? What happens if you need more information and need more time? I understand that there are many tasks that you can learn to estimate well, but at what point is a bad estimation due to your performance or outside factors?

burndown chart - how many scrum points you estimated vs how many you've actually done - this helps with the issue with points and i think its good in theory but also i really don't want a chart of how poorly im doing thats easily accessible by someone higher up in the food chain who might want to decide who to lay off

Sprint planning - a meeting where you plan what will be in a sprint - great. no commentary.

standup - a meeting with your team every day to discuss what you're working on - introspection is good but why do i have to tell my entire team this information every single day. i have an anxiety disorder

sprint review - discussing how the sprint went and how much you got done - good, great

sprint retrospective - basically the same as the review but with vibes - not sure why this is a different meeting but ok

Basically i like the idea of scrum and i really like the philosophy of its work tracking but i feel like the implementation of it in a team turns it into glorified micromanagement. But this is for personal use? Seems good, lets try it out

This still doesn't really help solve the long term project problem but for that i organized the year into financial quarters, like a completely normal person.

So for every quarter this year, i'm planning on having a set of quarter wide goals (duration measured in a month or more), a sprint level goal (duration of days - weekish), and a daily goal (should be as simple as possible).

My general goals for the year is get better at art to the point where i'm finally happy with it, get through all the craft supplies i've accumulated through the years, do big stupid projects, and get healthier i guess. This quarter I'm working on a big BD2 project, a couple of sweaters, a few art challenges, and cleaning my apartment. In the end, my breakdown for this looks like this:

Q1:

Quarter-wide

* BD2 Project

* Two sweaters

* 3 art challenges

* Deep Clean apartment

* Ramp up back to exercising regularly

* Get 6 pages into the pokemon cross stitch project

* Get 2 haircuts (usually i get 1.5 every 3 months...)

Every sprint

* Run 4 times

* Make 1 good painting

* Make 1 practice painting (Q1 emphasis on portraits)

* Make 1 jewelry set (necklace, or earrings, or whatever)

* Buy food

* Clean out previously cleaned parts of the apartment

Every day

* Draw a bird (practice painting)

For this sprint I'm about to start, Bidoof (I named my sprints after dinky pokemon), I have the following specific goals which may intersect with the list above:

Ooblets Painting

Carpenters Close To You Practice Painting

Ahmed Aldoori's 100 head challenge

Clear out my closets

Make a fish pendant and lil anchor earrings

Page 2 of the pokemon cross stitch

Make squares for the current sweater i'm making

"Wtf is LSDJ" and beg people to listen to what i come up with

Get the music plan into LSDJ

And for any tasks that I didn't finish, they either

get kicked to the next sprint, in this case Carbink

get obliterated to hell

so i have the flexibility sometimes to push things off if they're not working out. i have already kicked out a lot of the LSDJ stuff because last week i had to go back on my old meds so i had to transition to old antidepressants and then transition back again to the new antipressants and my brain didn't like that. but its fine, we're fine. help

I then have a todo list i make for the day in the morning and i try to grab whatever i can from the goals list.

and yeah. i hope this helps getting my stuff together for this year. i already feel more on top of things but that might just be the antidepressants so

#uhhhh #life things...?? #organization stuff

[i-got-the-feels]

10 characters

Tagged by @ahdriking sorry this took so much time, i kept on forgetting it.

1) Pat Napat - Bad Buddy

A walkikg green flag really. A human who doesn't let his past mistakes or his family's define him and works hard on himself. He made me understand what the term comfort character meant.

2) Baek Yijin - Twenty Five Twenty One

Know how they say, that once God starts giving, they give in abundance?

Yep to meet him and Pat Napat so closely? When I needed comfort? Yep. He is kind, hard working, genuine, respectful and just over all a lovely gem of a person and deserved a happier ending.

3) Kinn Theerapanyakul - KinnPorsche

He is my TO comfort character. Know that if world ia against kinn, the world is wrong. He is such a well written character and mile did great justice in bringing all the layers of kinn to life kn screen.

4) Rahul from Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham

Resposible. Takes accountability of his actions. Understands the meaning of respect and commitment. A MAN.

5) Vincenzo from Vincenzo

Mafia consiligere who decides to put a pause on his revenge plans to help the opressed fuck the people in power and supporting a bamf lawyer whom he may have a crush on avenge her father's murder. Gets scared by make up. Is friends with pigeon. Picky abiut food. Says cool one liners. Fights without breaking a sweat but almost looses a lung when lifting bricks. Drinks espressos in really tiny cups. No like they really tiny. Has soft fluffy hair. Cries for his mom and with his mom. Forgives her. Forgives himself.

6) Kashaf Murtuza

Opposed her father's regressive values- father who abandoned her, her sisters and mother btw, to become a government officer. Sloely learns to open her heart and find the joys of romantic love and marriage

7) Grim Reaper from Goblin

THE GRIEF. THE ANGER. THE GUILT. GHE RAGE. THE HATE. THE LOVE.

8) Penelope Featherington - the book series, we don't talk about series Penelope until its to trash the shitty writing

Book Penelope never wrote an article with malignant intention. She never made fun of anyone in a vindictive manner.

9) Tony Stark - mcu

He did so much to change himself, undo his mistakes, take care of others. He just doesn't get the appreciation he deserves and tbh was taken for granted by his buddies.

9) Bucky Barnes - mcu

I feel so much for him. He is still overcoming what happened, repenting his actions as winter soldier - even when he didn't have control on them. His kindnesses, his empathy, his genuineness. Him.

I can't choose between them okay?

10) Arnav Singh Raizada - Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon

This a glimpse into my teenage days. Apparently i haven't changed all that much. I still like characters with a rough shell and soft inside. Dude saw his parents die due to his dad's cheating, had his relatives betray hik for property-developed a hard shell and lost faith in love only believing in money. Worked hard to make money and looked down on others-yep very mills and boons but khushi (the fl) actually had a backbone so a level above mills and boons.

I tag @snimeat @ommited-miscellaneously @morathicain @liyazaki @natahjikio @surajmukhis @boysbeloving @omarandjohnny @milkpansa @mrdumpling @talays-portkey and @thisnightsrevels who wants to do this.

#tag game #bad buddy #kinnporsche #twenty five twenty one #vincenzo #goblin #kabhi khushi kabhie gham #zindagi gulzar hai #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #mcu

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

The Enemy of my Enemy is ALSO my Enemy, Part 3

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At one point during their walk towards the Eiffel Tower, they had stopped outside a cafe.

Ladybug stretched lazily. The action would seem casual if her soul wasn’t watching his every movement with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to act out. “I’m not awake enough for this. I’m getting coffee.”

Chat Noir grinned. “I’ll stay out here with Robin. Get me my usual?”

“Obviously,” she said, rolling her eyes.

They weren’t even trying to hide that they weren’t going to let him out of their sight – which was funny, considering they couldn’t stop him if he actually made any efforts to leave.

Ladybug turned to him, opening her mouth (probably to ask him what he wanted), and then she shut it quickly (probably realizing that fluids would quite literally go right through him). She walked inside and, when she came out, she came out holding the darkest coffee known to man and a hot chocolate.

She handed the hot chocolate to Chat Noir and then started chugging what Jason was 99% sure was just a cup full of espresso shots.

He wasn’t sure who was more insane – the person who was trying to kill themself via caffeine or the person who was drinking hot chocolate in the middle of summer.

Jason shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked, trying to ignore the stares of every Parisian they passed. He suddenly understood why the pair wanted to go to the Tower. It was unlikely that they would get any semblance of real privacy unless it was physically impossible for anyone to be around.

Besides, he had admitted that he knew their secret identities on some level when he had asked about their ages. It was completely fair to want some sort of home field advantage when it came to fighting him.

Not that Jason would – or even could – fight them… but he had no problem doing something as easy as walking a couple of blocks if it gave them peace of mind.

Chat Noir grinned when they reached the plaza. “Cool. It’s still here.”

“Would’ve been annoying if it wasn’t,” said Ladybug. The coffee had definitely livened her up some. And was she… buzzing?

Wait, what the fuck were they just saying?

“Why would the Eiffel Tower not be here?” Jason said, eyes ping-ponging from the giant, metal structure to the two Parisians who were clearly not completely joking.

“It gets stolen a lot,” Ladybug said.

She had said it so casually that Jason almost skipped over it. But then his brain did the thinking equivalent of a record scratch and his head jerked to look at her. Then, he looked at Chat Noir for confirmation.

“Yeah. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense why they do it,” he said. “One time Mr. Pigeon tried to take it and all of his pigeons to space. He got akumatized because he wanted to feed his pigeons. We still don’t know what his plan was.”

Jason stared blankly. How could someone explain something and make it make less sense? That shouldn’t have been possible!

He opened his mouth to say something intelligent, to get clarification, to try and understand what the hell they were talking about…

But all he managed to do was sputter out the words: “Mr. Pigeon?!”

“Give it a few days, you’ll know what we mean,” Chat Noir said with a wry smile.

They really just kept giving him more and more reasons to despise them.

But, before he could ask for more clarification like he had been intending to do the first time, Ladybug pulled her yoyo from her belt and threw it.

Jason stared, wide-eyed, as the yoyo continued on for an impossibly long time until it hooked around one of the support beams on the Tower. She winked at Jason before tugging lightly and shooting upwards through the air.

The yoyo… was a grappling line?!

Chat Noir snickered. “You coming or not?”

He looked on as the boy clicked a hidden button on his staff and it extended, allowing Chat Noir to get lifted up and away.

Jason watched the pair pick their way up the Eiffel Tower for a moment. He decided that, maybe, Bruce had actually been right in kicking metas out of the city. If they could do things like this oh-so-casually without having to figure out the mechanics for advanced weaponry — and without the actual motivation to hurt anyone, Paris was very lucky that they were on the good side — then Batman and Robin would have no hopes of fighting back against them.

And then he unfurled his wings from where he had tucked them behind his back and took off after them.

He got up second, only barely coming in behind Chat Noir,  who had had quite a large head start. He wasn’t surprised to find Ladybug still picking her way up the building. While Ladybug’s weapon was undeniably more interesting, it wasn’t quite as efficient at getting around as a pole vault equivalent or wings could be. It would allow for a more fluid fighting style, though, as it was far less clunky and easier to maneuver than a staff might be.

But, only a few moments after Chat Noir and Jason had settled down on the top of the tower, she came to rest next to them with a grin.

Jason didn’t match it. “I want an explanation. A proper one, if you can even do that.”

Ladybug snorted. “Well, we should preface all this by saying: No. We are not joking.”

“Always a good start,” he said sarcastically.

Chat Noir hummed, shrugging his shoulders as if in agreement. “It’s just a little… insane sounding.”

“Please stop stalling.”

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you,” Ladybug sing-songed.

He squinted at her.

She snickered. “Okay. Remember that butterfly that tried to land on you? Basically, some guy that calls himself Hawkmoth has the ability to create superpowered minions with these mind controlling butterflies thanks to a magical pin he wears.”

Jason stared at her. He turned to Chat Noir for confirmation once again.

“Yeah, he’s trying to get his hands on our magical earrings and ring so he can make some ambiguous wish. We hope it’s a wish for world peace but, considering he tears Paris apart on a semi-regular basis I’m gonna say probably not.”

“Even if it was for world peace, the wish would probably end up going… ‘oh, there can’t be any more wars if there are no more people!’ or something dumb like that,” Ladybug continued.

He waited for either of them to laugh. Crack a smile. Say anything that would indicate that they were telling some kind of messed up joke.

They didn’t. Both people and their souls only stared, clearly watching his reaction for something.

He buried his face in his hands. “What the hell?” He looked between them. “Please tell me this is some kind of French thing that I don’t get.”

Chat Noir looked amused. Hope rose in his chest.

Only for to be crushed instantly: “Is it really any more unbelievable than you being an eternal sorter for the dead?”

Unfortunately… no, no it wasn’t.

Jason grimaced. “Right.” He thought for a moment. “So, if he’s the one tearing the city apart… I guess it’s his fault my job is so awful?”

Chat Noir nodded. “Yeah. I mean, technically, you could blame the people that get akumatized – er, turned into minions – but they don’t even remember what they do while under his control so that’s not really fair to them.”

Jason hummed his understanding. “Then it’s him I need to be mad at.”

He had expected amusement, or maybe annoyance, not outright horror and panic.

“Don’t be mad,” said Chat Noir, his eyes wide. Already, his soul was searching the skies frantically.

Ladybug looked just as tense… but then she forced herself to relax. “Chaton, it’s…” She breathed out a sigh. “It’s fine. He can’t get akumatized, remember?”

Chat Noir blinked once. Then he nodded. His shoulders slowly inched down from his ears. “Right, right.”

Jason watched the interaction, eyes narrowed carefully. “Anyone gonna explain?”

They glanced at each other, sharing grimaces.

“This is where it gets… complicated,” Chat Noir said, wringing clawed hands.

“The butterfly man wasn’t the part that was complicated?!”

She winced and looked down at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs in her lap. “So, magic has weird rules, right?”

Jason ignored the way her soul narrowed its eyes at him calculatingly as he mulled it over. She was likely trying to figure out exactly how his powers worked… he wasn’t going to stop her, so long as she told him her findings at some point.

In the meantime, he mulled over the question. Jason thought back to how they had mentioned what would happen if Hawkmoth made a wish. It had sounded a bit like a Monkey's Paw of sorts, granting you what you ask but in a way that would ultimately be more punishing than rewarding. He nodded his understanding.

“Well, we both have rules for our powers,” Chat Noir said slowly. He didn’t seem particularly intent on elaborating, and Jason didn’t expect him to. A tinge of relief flickered across his face as he continued on: “And so does he.”

Ladybug began toying with her yoyo, sending it all the way down to Earth and then pulling it back. “In order to make an akuma — a victim — do damage to the city so we have to show up, he has to find people that are already angry or upset in some way. He can amplify it until they become weapons of mass destruction, but he can’t outright create negative emotions.”

Jason’s mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ shape. That explained the butterfly that came after him earlier…

But it didn’t explain something else: “Wait, then how about you two? No offense, but you’re the most anxious motherfuckers I’ve met since I died.”

“Died?!” Said Chat Noir. “You weren’t just born to do it?!”

He was ignored.

Ladybug squinted at Jason. “How could you possibly ‘know’ that? We’ve just met you.”

He could practically hear the implied sarcastic quotation marks around ‘know’, but he opted not to pay them any mind.

“I can see… well, I think it’s your souls? They’re just like you but, like, a little bit to the left almost. They’re also a lot more honest about how they’re feeling, it’s very obvious that you guys were scared of me when you first showed up.”

Their eyes widened just the barest amount and they shared glances with each other.

And then Ladybug, hesitantly, explained that: “The better you are at regulating your emotions, the more likely it is that you can fight off his influence. He kind of just assumes that, if you’re able to school your expression before he can akumatize you, then you’ll be able to fight him off.”

He nodded slowly. Maybe magic wasn’t quite as overpowered as he thought, if you could just say ‘no’ to being mind-controlled.

He glanced at the pair, absently wondering what their limitations were.

And then Chat Noir tipped his head to the side. “What else can you do?”

Jason winced. It was an innocent question, but… he glanced at the nerves making Ladybug’s soul practically vibrate in place and bit his lip. If they hadn’t already realized… this wasn’t going to go over well. And, since neither of them had brought it up despite their obvious paranoia, he figured it was a pretty safe bet to assume they didn’t know. Which meant that this would definitely not be a fun conversation.

But the pair exchanged subtle glances the longer Jason stayed silent and he really couldn’t get out of this without seeming more suspicious, so he sighed and explained:

“Remember how I said that your souls were more honest?”

He got two hesitant nods.

“I can see what you guys look like without your costumes.”

For just a moment, their facades cracked. While they had managed to keep their expressions on the spectrum of neutral to good overall, now they stared at him with the exact same terror on their face as their souls wore.

Like he had guessed, they hadn’t actually caught that he might know their identities. Maybe they assumed that he simply had seen their ages above their head because his job had something to do with death. He supposed that could make sense. Or maybe they had just assumed that his outside perspective allowed him to see the fact that they very obviously still had baby fat. Not to mention that they were both a little too short to pass for adults.

Or maybe they just hadn’t thought about it all that much.

Whatever the case may be, clearly they weren’t prepared for him to announce that he could see past their magic so easily.

And then, as quickly as it appeared, both of them schooled their expressions into flat looks. If Jason couldn’t see the way that their souls were practically clawing at their owners in hopes of dragging them away — a bad plan, really, any step in any direction would have the pair of metas falling off of the Eiffel Tower, which probably would have sucked — then he would have thought he had imagined their expressions.

He definitely did not imagine the yoyo Ladybug attempted to hit him with, though. Jason grimaced and it bounced off the metal behind his head before falling limply into (or, rather, through) his lap.

He gave her a blank look.

She had the decency to seem sheepish, at least. “Sorry, instinct.”

Jason stared for a moment longer before breaking into a grin. “Don’t worry about it, I’m pretty sure B would have tried far worse than knocking me out if he had been found out.”

Chat Noir’s eyebrows knit. “Who’s ‘B’?”

Jason waved him off. “Don’t worry about it.”

Chat Noir looked like he was very much about to worry about it, but Ladybug lifted a hand and he fell silent.

She locked eyes with Jason.

“We’re getting off-topic.”

Jason shrugged. “If you want to go back to the whole identities thing I won’t stop you.”

“Of course I want to —!” She started before cutting her off with a sigh. She rubbed her forehead, right between her eyes. Her thumb traced the shape of one of the many polka-dots on her mask without realizing, something mildly amusing that he might have pointed out if she wasn’t giving him a narrow-eyed look. “What am I wearing outside of the suit?” Ladybug challenged.

Jason understood being cautious about your identity better than most, so he was hardly surprised that she was trying to find a way to confirm his powers. He glanced at her soul out of the corner of his eyes, watched the teen with bright blue eyes clench her fists as if preparing for a fight.

“Black jacket, white shirt with these little flowers on it, pink pants.”

Her eyes instantly blew wide and she turned to trade nervous glances with Chat Noir.

“And – and me?” He stammered.

Like Ladybug, the cat’s soul clenched his fists. But, unlike Ladybug, Chat Noir seemed to be bracing for a hit.

“Um… a white jacket, jeans, black shirt with stripes.”

It was completely silent for a moment.

And then Ladybug pressed her face into her hands. “A year of keeping our identities a secret from everyone except for each other and we get found out by a child.”

Jason sputtered. “I am not a child!”

Ladybug and Chat Noir both laughed at that.

Chat Noir grinned. “C’mon, you look, like, twelve.”

He scoffed. “I’ll have you know I’ve existed for far longer than both of you.”

“Doesn’t matter if you act like a baby,” sing-songed Ladybug.

Jason wished he could slap those smug looks off of their faces. Damn his incorporeality.

Instead, he just pouted at them. He got the feeling this wasn’t helping his point.

Chat Noir’s smile was the first to fall. “You know we can’t let you leave, right? Like we literally have to kidnap you in order to be safe. You may not be an akuma, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t be working for Hawkmoth. There’s no telling whether you’d go to him with our identities.”

Jason’s mouth fell open.

Ladybug nodded her agreement. “I mean, you did come here angry at us for all the paperwork.”

That… they had a point, but he wasn’t too fond of the idea of agreeing with them. Mainly because they were talking about kidnapping him.

Not that they could. Again, he was incorporeal. But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t follow him obsessively. Which would lead to them being worse at their jobs and likely making more paperwork for the people back in Lazarus Holdings. Jason was pretty sure that would not turn out good for anyone.

“I wouldn’t do that!” He tried. “I hate him, too! More than you guys, even!”

“Sorry, kid, but we’ve only talked to you once. That’s not nearly enough for us to trust you,” Ladybug said with the slightest of sighs.

She really did seem apologetic, her soul was wringing its hands and looking at the ground that lay many stories below, but he couldn’t bring himself to be okay with it regardless of any apparent guilt.

He buried his face in his hands. Again, he understood, but he couldn’t just… let this happen.

“How long?”

“Until Hawkmoth has been defeated,” Chat Noir said gently.

Jason groaned lightly. They had already said that they had been doing this for about a year. Who knows how much longer it would be until they defeated the man. He might actually get revived before they figured it out at this rate.

And then he felt the air next to him shift as Ladybug brightened. “Wait, wait, wait. You can see past miraculous magic to see our identities?”

“That’s what I said,” Jason muttered, still not lifting his face from his hands.

But then Chat Noir gasped. “Wait, that means you can see past Hawkmoth’s magic, too! Holy shit! You might actually be the exact advantage we need to defeat him!”

Jason grumbled incoherently for a moment before lifting his head to instead perch his chin in his hands. The pair were both smiling at him with hopelessly hopeful expressions and he sighed.

“Well, I guess if it means things get fixed sooner…”

#*frantically trying to soothe a booing crowd* listen listen LISTEN #i just need to do plot stuff for a chapter #then we can get to the shenanigans #maribat #platonic jasonette #jason todd #red hood #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

[the-travelling-witch]

"King Deshret and the Three Magi" Rambles

Okay so, I just finished “King Deshret and the three Magi” and naturally I´m having some thoughts. So what is my first course of action? Dumping all my brain worms here for the Internet to see, obviously.

Is this a theory? No.

Is this particularly well thought through? Also no.

Will I probably wake up in the morning regretting my whole life decisions because this super uneducated and there are possibly already 500 theories covering everything I'm about to say way better than I ever could? Most likely.

With this enthusiasm, let's get into it.

[Disclaimer 1: Spoilers for the Sumeru/ 3.1 Archon Quest]

[Disclaimer 2: I only played the Archon Quest, not Cyno´s Story Quest or the whole underground clearance thingy]

[Disclaimer 3: It´s been a while since I concerned myself with Egyptian mythology, so don't take anything I´m about to say for pure gold and do your own research if you´re interested.]

[Disclaimer 4: If you want to discuss your own thoughts, opinions or theories, you´re welcome to but I implore you to do so politely; if criticism is to be levelled at me or someone else's point of view, it is to be done constructively]

The two main centres for my brain worms are, one, the main story/ archon quest and, two, our favourite former General Mahamatra, Cyno. There are also some miscellaneous tidbits which caught my eye when I stumbled over them but they are nothing major, mostly just name sakes or little anecdotes. Hmm, where best to start?

Main Story/ Archon Quest

The first thing that got my attention was the name “King Deshret”. In Ancient Egyptian History/ Mythology the “Deshret” was the formal name for the Red Crown of Lower Egypt and for the desert Red Land on either side of Kemet (Black Land), the fertile Nile river basin. It´s counterpart was the Hedjet, or the White Crown of pharaonic Upper Egypt. Together, they form the double crown Pschent.

Personally, I think these two crowns represent the people of the desert and the people of Sumeru/ the Akademiya. Just as their name sake implies, the followers of the Scarlet King symbolise the Red Crown of Lower Egypt while the ruling Akademiya represents the Pharaohs of Upper Egypt. Could the end of the new story quest and the common goal between the Eremites and the followers of the Dendro Archon mark the formation of the Pschent, where both the Deshret and the Hedjet are unified?

Then who might the sages be in our story? This is more of a loose guess but they could possibly represent Apophis the Great Serpent and the embodiment of Chaos (Isfet or Asfet) within Egyptian mythology. To understand Isfet we must also look at its counterpart Ma´at, one of the key principles in Ancient Egypt. As a goddess, Ma´at represents peace, balance, truth, justice, and, most importantly, order (Ma´at will also be important when we talk about Cyno).

The sages trying to create their own god could well be seen as an act to shake nature's balance and throw the natural order of things into chaos. Therefore it could be argued that just as Apophis, who tried to eat the sun god Ra on his nightly travel through the Duat (underworld), the sages too are an embodiment of chaos. Just that they´re not trying to eat Kusanali… I hope…

And who defended Ra on his bark? The other gods of the Ennead!! I´m just on a roll with these transitions today

If you thought what I said before was far-fetched, you´re absolutely not ready for what I´m about to do next, which is basically the written form of these videos where people use bow characters to do their dailies or kill Timmie´s pigeons from 10 teleporters away. Jup, that's how blind I´m shooting now. Anyway–

First of all, King Deshret. We already talked about him but is there a god or a figure within Egyptian mythology we could relate to him? Although the knowledge he shared with the people ended up driving them mad (and led to the development of Eleazar?), I don´t think it was necessarily done with malicious intent (even good will can cause disaster after all), so I wouldn´t associate the Scarlet King with Isfet. He did sacrifice himself for the safety of the survivors in the end.

I was thinking he might draw inspiration from Seth (or Set), god of the desert, earthquakes, thunderstorms, foreign lands and the likes. He was powerful and often frightening but also protected the dead on their way to the afterlife. After he killed Osiris and tried to become ruler of Egypt, he was defeated by Horus and adopted by Ra. When Apophis attacked Ra, Seth was one of the main protectors of the sun god. Tl;dr: he did something stupid and later rectified said stupidity…it does sound familiar if you ask me.

[Also the depictions in the Mausoleum of King Deshret…could they be inspired by the seth animal?? I didn´t take any screenshots which I could honestly kick myself for now but I can kind of see a resemblance?? Or was it not a snout and more of a beak?? I NEED ANSWERS AAHHH]

I am a little torn on Kusanali though. On one side, I can see her representing Thoth god of the moon (and many other nice things like magic…or maths), master of knowledge and patron of scribes. She did use the image of the moon to describe herself in her own metaphors and the rest certainly fits too.

With what I said previously, she might also draw inspiration from Ra though, considering her role in the story and potentially having to be defended from the sages. Maybe you could say she was the bright embodiment of the sun when she was still Rukkhadevata but now that she takes the form of Kusanali she is more in the background like the moon/ shining through her past deeds as Rukkhadevata? Deities always seem to be affected by how people perceive them, whether they pray to them or reject them, so it wouldn´t be impossible for her to change so drastically now that her own people have forgotten about her and the Akademiya is trying to replace her; it´s only a working theory though…

The goddess Neith is also associated with wisdom and weaving fates but I don´t really want to bring her into this, too. Other than wisdom I can´t see a lot of parallels between her and Kusanali as of now but who knows?

Before I lose you, let´s move to something that will catch your attention, I'm sure of it…

Cyno

I´ll start with the most on the nose (or snout?) point: our favourite jackal-headed deity, Anubis.

Jackals were apparently always hanging around cemeteries, so by making Anubis their patron deity, people hoped they'd politely not eat the dead (so much for an origin story), so by extension Anubis too came to be associated with death. He was also the protector of graves, so if you see a jackal chilling on top of a tomb, now you know why.

Next to helping corpses being mummified and embalmed, one of his other famous duties was weighing the hearts of the dead against Ma´at´s white feather in the Hall of Two Truths (I told you Ma´at would come back around). By placing the feather and heart upon the scales, the souls of the dead would be judged. If your heart was heavier than the feather, Ammit would come eat your soul and you'd basically cease to exist, nice. If you were one of the lucky ones whose heart balanced with the feather, you were granted passage to the Afterlife.

Does that sound familiar? Because it should if you took like.. one glance at Cyno or listened to one of his dialogues. 

It´s also pretty clear that he highly values the principles of Ma´at, just look at the Character Story about his Vision. His first thing to do when receiving his Vision was to make sure that it was within the allowed rules of his position, then made sure it was not a trap, reflected on how the vision could help with his duties and THEN accepted the damn thing. “After carefully weighing up the pros and cons, Cyno finally accepted this gift from the gods earnestly.” [Story: Vision] Weighing you say, interesting word choice hoyoverse…

As seen above the Character Stories don´t just further tie him to Ma´at but also Anubis. For example, Character Story 2 references the act of weighing a persons soul on the scales when Cyno says "Only the law can judge you, and my role here is to bring you to face the scales."; the law in this case probably represents order and therefore Ma´at´s feather.

One of his burst lines mentions the concept of the soul as well when he says “Your sins weigh upon your soul.” Looks like someone´s soul is heavy enough to be Ammit´s breakfast.

[One of his voice lines, “In death... a new cycle begins…” (Fallen), also references the notion of life´s continuity as it was said the sun dies every night and is reborn in the morning. One representation of this concept? The scarab, modelled after the dung beetle and it´s revolving ball of dung. It was believed that scarabs were the reincarnation of the god Khepri, who represented the sunrise and the renewal of life. If you were a god, would you want to be represented as a glorified dung beetle? Just think about that next time you have to collect those pesky things…]

Back to jackals; Speaking of Cyno´s burst, it just drives the whole jackal thing home even more than before and he even gets what I assume to be an Ankh on his snout (idk I just thought that was a nice touch)

So, do I think Cyno is Anubis? No, not quite. Let me explain.

Different from Norse or Greek gods, the gods of the Ennead were not believed to physically wander the human realm themselves. Instead, they chose human avatars, a concept which is seen in modern media like Marvel´s Moonknight or Rick Riordan´s Kane Chronicles. So, I think it´s much more likely that Cyno (and potentially King Deshret´s priest?) is a human avatar of Anubis, or the god he references within the game. [Well, Childe´s backstory references Ajax the Great, a figure that exists within our reality, so who´s to say it isn´t actually Anubis in Cyno´s case?]

Cyno´s Character Story and Voice-Overs also hint at this possibility. I don´t think I need to comment much on these with everything I´ve said before, so just let these sink in.

“You may say that I have received much divine favor, with the spirit that dwells within me, and the god that took heed of my ambition. But I have no intention of letting this affect my code of justice. I will simply continue to do whatever is required to fulfill my duty.” [About the Vision]

“With my body as a vessel, I can harness the power of the spirit that dwells within me. This is possible in part due to my natural constitution, but also due to a deal I willingly made in the past. There's no reason to shy away from the topic. If I am to weigh the souls of others in this world as a Matra, then I must also place my own soul on the scales to be judged in the same manner.” [More About Cyno: II]

[In my opinion, Character Story 4 also touches on the conflict between Ma´at and Isfet but I´ll leave you to be the judge of that]

Miscellaneous

The Sobek Oasis named after the crocodile-headed god Sobek

The mentioned living labyrinth at the bottom of the desert [Character Story 2] potentially being the Lost Egyptian Labyrinth of Hawara

Candace wearing an Ankh on her neck+ all the imagery on her shield and clothes

[There are a lot more that I forgot to write down and I really don´t want to think hard about now]

So, these are all the thoughts I´m currently having and something tells me this got a little out of hand… it´s either the length of this document or my clock telling me it's 3 am sharp but I can´t put my finger on it.

Feel free to tell me whether any of this sounds plausible to you or whether you think I´ve finally lost it but please do remember to mind your manners if you do; I couldn´t handle being wrong about something AND people making fun of me for it, so pick your poison.

That´s all from me for now, I might come back to this with new and exciting thoughts if I remember anything else or if new story elements surface until then, I´m clocking out.

Meanwhile, the Akademiya is looking into banning me from writing ever again for the reason of no research done on this post

#holly rambles #honestly #mad scholar behaviour #genshin impact #cyno #archon quest #3.1 update #sumeru #king deshret and the three magi

[misterdaddylonglegs]

I spent 37 days in osaka, with 28 of them spent refining my japanese speaking abilities. I wish I could say I came out of the kokusai koryu centre fluent, spending the last 9 days of my trip effortlessly flirting with married housewives in shithouse bars along dotonbori, but instead I left feeling lonely and unsure about myself. My main dilemma was a central tenet of my identity was tested; that I can get along with anyone and make friends anywhere.

It seems that this was not the case. I struggled to make friends with the 20 or so other people partaking in the winter intensive course and I rationalised this as a mismatch of personality. That these freakish type-a dorks didn't take up any of my offers to go bar hopping through kishiwada because they were boring and I was literally too much fun that it might kill them. Whilst I was sucking down premium malt lagers they were doing group excursions to the local supermarket. In my drunken musings I thought about how lame they were whilst I, the effortlessly cool guy was trying to explain basketball shoes live from the queen elizabeth hall to the deeply uninterested bartender.

After around 200ish beers and discussions with some of my inner circle back home in Melbourne I realised my perspective was skewed. It was hard for me to admit to myself I've spent $3000 to go overseas and do uni for 8 hours a day just to have no friends, but it was even harder to admit that maybe the other 19 people who so effortlessly formed their own cliques and posses were not the problem but rather I was. After this realisation I stopped focusing so much on how the others thought of me. I stopped trying to show how cool I was by coming in every morning to class with a bottle of water and a can of coffee to soothe my hangover. I stopped clicking my tongue in the cafeteria hall when I heard plans of walking to the beach and skipping stones at night. I put my walls down and instead of dismissing the very basic functions of human friendship as being cringe normie shit, I spent time actually getting to know the people in my course.

3 weeks in I had managed to worm my way into the inner circle. Bike rides and dorm room drinks and nights out in izumi sano followed. I was pretty happy with myself, I managed to do what shinji couldn't (in EoE) I tore my walls down and let myself be known. But as the term finished and we all went our separate ways I couldn't change that niggling feeling of self doubt. That I couldn't fit in and I was to be once again thrown outside of the inner ring to grapple with my loneliness. Because of this irrational worry and my own defensive personality, every day I scrolled through peoples instagram stories watching them have fun together and sunk into my old habit of izakaya's and embarrassingly poor quality japanese conversation. I would be lying if I said it wasn't fun, but it wasn't all too fulfilling either and I would stumble home, feeling an incel like disappointment I couldn't connect deeply with anyone.

Coming home from the trip with 24 hours of transit I had a lot of time to think back about what I'd just experienced. I realised that the only real thing stopping me from connecting with others deeply is my own self doubt, and my bad habit of pigeon-holing others to protect my ego. Whilst my main goal was to become a super fluent MattVsJapan like freak, I think understanding myself at a deeper level and understanding my own anxieties of being loved is not a bad consolation prize.

#Osaka #Kishiwada #drunkard #basketball shoes live from the queen elizabeth hall #porcupines dillema #Spotify

[funtimebunnyblog]

Dumb gen z so introducing pillar men to 21st century memes. Please.

Okie dokie! 🥰 But only because you said please! 😙😂 Will they be able to handle the weight of this knowledge that will be thrust upon them?! 😱 Or will our favourite four crumble? 🤔

The Pillarmen are introduced to Memes... 🤣

(Under the cut for length)

Kars:

•While he understands the concept (sort of) Kars doesn't understand the humor in them.

•Not at all.

•And that frustrates him to no end.

•Memes were like a whole language to Humans it would seem, a culture even he would go so far as to say, but unlike any other tongue of the world he can speak this was a whole different level.

•And it only seemed to get worse as time went bye.

•Each time a new one of these "Memes" came out and they were posted all over the place, he just would crinkle his nose while reading them.

•He'll come to you, frustrated beyond belief and asks "What does this even mean?!" Pushing his laptop in your face for you to view a new crossover meme on his screen in hopes you can help him in deciphering this weird code.

•When you laugh and tell him that he basically needs to understand 3 entirely different Memes spanning all the way from 3 to 6 years back to understand this particular one he just gives up.

•He can't even tell whether Humans have regressed or progressed anymore because of this.

Esidisi:

•Esidisi understands memes no problem.

•Unlike Karsq, he actually finds them very amusing! The jokes are very straightforward in his eyes.

•This man is 100% a memelord.

•His humor has been this way for millennium and yet it's a perfect match with this generations.

•More often than not it's him laughing over them and showing you them rather than the other way around.

•The more strange they are the funnier.

•Entertainment is the best when it's randomly generated.

•This man was shitposting by creating sureal, confusing and frightening artwork of masks and vampires on walls in temples overseas eons ago.

•If you buy him a shirt with a meme on it he'll probably want to wear it everytime he goes out.

•If he runs out of memes to laugh at he'll make some of his own.

•They'll most definitely become popular overnight.

Wamuu:

•Memes confuse Wamuu.

•They confuse him so much he has spent many hours just sitting and pondering them.

•The poor Man just can't wrap his head around the unique message each one is trying to convey.

•The punchline of them just seem to just go over his head everytime.

•"I do not understand," he says, blinking, as you keep laughing and laughing.

•What did real estate have to do with taking the last slice of pizza? Did these Humans not realize that they had misspelled the word "Stocks" there?

•He never really understood Humans before but now these sorts of things only added to that very vague understanding he held.

•It's better not to try and explain them further to him because that will do nothing but keep him up at night.

•Even though he doesn't get it though, he'll send any Memes he stumbles across your way since he knows you enjoy them.

•That in itself is enough to make him happy.

Santana:

•Much like Kars and Wamuu, Santana initially doesn't understand Memes.

•However, much like Esidisi, he picks up on it all very quickly.

•To be honest, you'll never truly be sure whether Santana fully understands the humor of it but he has picked up on enough of the concept that it's become somewhat of a second language to him.

•He's learned our language in such little time.

•With Santana's very dry and usually inexpressive personality, that only makes it somehow ten times funnier to hear him talk and make references at random.

•"Look at this pigeon." Santana says pointing to a picture of a butterfly.

•He knows that you'll understand exactly what he means.

•He finds himself quite liking that this "language" that Humans have created amongst one another because it is so easy and so very different from anything he's ever seen before.

•Saying one phrase, making a certain face, showing one image out of context and suddenly everyone understood exactly what you meant; he dared to call it almost genius.

•And that was a BIG step for someone like Santana with his narrow views on Human intelligence and it's inferiority.

#funnybunny #pillarmen #pillarmen headcanons #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #my writing #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 4 Episode 19: Simpleman/Simplificador

Spoilers below

(Live reaction/review)

Marinette’s babysitting and its absolute chaos. (Poor Kwami)

-Marinette really needs to chill. I thought she learned to just tell kids she likes a guy. Did Chrismaster mean NOTHING?

-This feels more like a season 2/3 episode, aside from all the kwami

-Marinette being a good friend and letting Alya have a date with Nino. (Which considering what happened in Rocketear, the boy needs)

-Oh NO! CHRIS! Welp that’s 4.

-I thought Lila was gonna be the designated babysitter? Well I guess she is busy not being involved which works for me.

-THOSE POOR KWAMI. ITS LIKE THAT SCENE IN TOY STORY 3

-The fear in Khlaaki’s eyes tho

-OH FLUFF! NOT FLUFF

-Marinette is not a fan of the PV. XD

-Oh snap, Adrien is calling!

-The kids don’t give af. They watching the cartoon

-Look at Marinette TRYING to be normal

Marinette, Honey. Sweetie. I love you dearly. But WHAT THE F*** IS WITH THAT OVER COMPLICATED PLAN?! You really need to simply that s***… OH. I get what the lesson of the day is gonna be

-Step 47 is a pigeon? STEP 42 IS A PIECE OF S***? Marinette what is this plan?

-The kids are just listening to this

-I do like the hand drawn shojo.

-Manon is like “Just give him this drawing.” Manon is my favorite

-THERE’S A CHOCOLATE FAIR!? I WANT TO GO! NO FAIR

-FEI REFERENCE!!!

-The grandpa is not happy about this.

-The grandpa went from not happy to offering to show them how to make a potato cannon. Amazing. I want to learn that

-Poor Grandpa. He is so confused. He doesn’t understand laptops

-Also I am assuming that the laptop has the movie downloaded, since there is NO WAY that guy has wifi

-Aww the kids are explaining the movie to him. Side note. HAWKMOTH IN 2D looks awesome

-He tried to use the video tape in the laptop which didn’t work.

-Adrien has heart eyes for her and I refuse to believe otherwise

-And Marinette got things complicated and ruined her chance to ask him out.

-Though Adrien seemed happy

-and tikki states the lesson

-Wait… is Marinette going to sabatoge him by ruining the wing so she could fix it again? Tikki pointing out its stupid

-Marinette blatantly deceiving a fisherman… (Shakes head in disappointment)

-And Hawkmoth slides into the grandpa’s DMs

-Hawkmoth… you are literally the prisoner of the past. Ya f***ing idiot

-DAMN! GRAMPA ROASTING HIS DUMB NAME! 10/10

-Shadowmoth had to keep it simple

-Grandpa doesn’t blame the kids. How do people not like this guy?

-I love the lame design. Its like mermaid man but French. Or like those old heroes from the powerpuff girls

-“IM GONNA MAKE EVERYTHING SIMPLE!”

-Shadowmoth (Shock pikachu face)

-Shadowmoth gets owned count now at 4

-Oh wow, Simpleman made it so everyone is a selfish idiot that only thinks of themselves and if something doesn’t work out for them then the other person or thing is wrong. He just made the world into Twitter… THAT’S F***ING TERRIFYING.

-OH NO THE HELICOPTER!!

-So was marinette not affected? She is still doing her fishing rod plan?

-NEVERMIND! SHE WAS

-…WAIT IS SHE GONNA TELL HIM?!

-And helicopter cock block

-Oh no. This akuma made marinette an idiot! This might be the most powerful and dangerous akuma Shadowmoth ever made

-Is it weird that I notice almost NO DIFFERENCE between simple Adrien and regular one (He is just more of a himbo)? Also Plagg is completely unaffected. I love him

-They are actually gonna go and fight shadowmoth directly. Ladybug called Chat noir’s idea a great idea… IM DEAD

-The kids realized everyone is a f***ing idiot now…. So like the usual show

- Simple Shadowmoth is AMAZING!

-OH NO! THEIR COMPLEX FIGHTING MOVES HAVE BEEN REDUCED TO SLAPSTICK

-OH NO! HE MADE THEM EVEN STUPIDER!

-I could make a cop joke but… nah low hanging fruit

-Super simple Shadowmoth might actually be smarter than normal shadowmoth

-CANDY FOR THE MIRACULOUS. I cant…

-The kids gotta help them

-The kids figured out the lucky charm! Amazing!!

-And day saved

-Honestly the writing was so deep in this episode

-DAWW THEM KIDS ARE GOOD KIDS

-Well Marinette tried to confess. Realizing her reason for over complicating things was out of fear of rejection

-Marinette still mucked up confessing but she and Adrien did have a cute banter

-Well that ending was cute. And encouraging

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Overall its pretty much a filler episode. It was a much needed break. It is a decent look into the writing process of ML. (That simple is what they can manage)

I will say that Its on the level of bakerix if it was better. I will give it a 7/10

Just for comedy and a decent adrinette

#ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #ml #simpleman #i laughed #adrinette #gale reviews

[bigskydreaming]

If you were editor of Nightwing's book ever since at least the start of Rebirth to today and you were given free reign, what would your story mandates?

Oh no, this is dangerous. LOL. Hmm, I have no idea what to shoot for here, so I'll try to keep it to ten. That's reasonable right? Ten is good. Yeah. Is fine.

Okay, so, in no particular order:

1) Let Dick be competent 101. None of this him having to play hype man for every other character to pop up in HIS title bullshit. Nope. That's not what they're there for. He's the lead man, LET HIM BE THE LEADING MAN. Like sure, everyone has their areas of expertise, he doesn't need or have to be the best at everything, blah blah blah.....but its about the nuance. All of that is kinda lip service because the thing is, you don't go into MOST comic books and NEED to be reminded of that because the lead characters of those books are all constantly getting saved or shown up or chastised by every guest star in their books, you know? This is a very weird, very niche phenomenon very specific to Dick's character, and I'm super over it. I'm here to read about the guy who has literally been doing this longer than most superheroes twice his age. The guy who's been doing this since before he hit double digits. The born acrobat. The destined ultimate warrior or whatever of Gotham's Ornithological Society Of Murder and Pretentiousness. Gimme that guy. And that guy doesn't need to be 'humbled' every other page, because the thing is, he's not some egomaniac to begin with so the everpresent need to humble him doesn't actually come off as humbling! It just comes off as pandering and not even to actual fans of the actual character, so its like.....wyd DC.

2) Let other people take responsibility for their own crap with Dick rather than always just expecting a mea culpa from him. I'm so unbelievably tired of the words I'm sorry from Dick. I love personal accountability, so I never thought I'd have to say this about a character, but enoooooough. They have made it completely in character for this dude to apologize to everyone ELSE for being brainwashed, getting amnesia, being KILLED, like.....the amount of things he's groveled for forgiveness for when he didn't actually do a damn thing wrong or worse yet, was the ACTUAL victim of is like....pretty damn staggering. And meanwhile, there's nary a peep of apology from the people who regularly insult or belittle him, get physically violent with him, take advantage of him or take him for granted, etc, etc, etc. Its entirely too one-sided and imbalanced, and the pendulum needs to swing the other direction, like YESTERDAY, and in a fairly big way, IMO.

3) None of this Baby's First Social Justice Awakening 101 crap. I'm sorry, but no. Especially not when you go out of your way to acknowledge that Dick is Romani, only to then turn around and act like he's only JUST had his eyes opened to an awareness of like, classism and poverty and the real struggles people face day to day? Sorry not sorry, but especially for other white writers out there, do not use people of color as self-inserts for dipping a toe into Learning To See Past Privilege. And especially when talking about a character who has a history of being actively abused and hurt by the system and institutions of power, or hell, even leaving out that particular origin story, who has still been out on the streets helping people since he was a literal child. You can not tell me that this is his first face to face experience with social issues, or the first time he's had the inclination to try and address those head on. (And its also particularly egregious that the people second-guessing Dick in his own title and giving him reality checks or acting like they have more of an awareness of all this than he does like, happen to all be white? OPTICS. LEARN ABOUT THEM. COMMON SENSE. GET SOME.)

Know what would actually be a better way to approach this? Flashbacks. Show us Dick running into situations that make him think back to a case when he was still Robin, when he and Batman had started fighting over their approaches to things, actually SHOW us those conflicts and how their viewpoints had started diverging, and how much of that was due to Dick not having the same experiences as Bruce, or the same standing in society, no matter what house he lived in. THEN you can jump BACK to the present, with the reminder/awareness that this is something that isn't NEWS to Dick, but that he in the past felt he was forced to make his peace with as something he wasn't in a position to do that much about....only NOW, he's in a very DIFFERENT position, and suddenly it just hits him how he's still acting like he did when he was limited in resources or in having to be part of a chain in command or having to factor other responsibilities into things....now he ACTUALLY has the power and the resources to make meaningful change in the ways he ALWAYS wanted to, but maybe just needed time to figure out HOW.

Like you know what would have made Shawn Tsang's story arc so much better? If Dick didn't just remember her as the Pigeon's one time teenage sidekick he'd briefly fought as a kid, but like.....if he remembered her as someone he and Bruce had FOUGHT about. Because he didn't agree with sending someone to juvie for defacing public property as a form of political protest, when it was someone's LIFE who was going to be irrevocably damaged by that while the damage to the city could be fixed with a check, and what made Dick any more deserving of Bruce's leniency and faith in his potential or underlying goodness than Shawn?

But he was still a kid himself back then, and when Bruce responded with his usual conviction, talking about the importance about rule of law and etc etc, Dick just didn't have the words to get through to him then, to get him to understand that this wasn't just Dick not getting it because he was too young, it was BRUCE not getting it, that Dick was literally just saying well he wasn't too young to have been in juvie himself, and of the two of them, he's the one who has experience there so why was Bruce's opinion on whether this was the punishment that fit the crime the one that got to hold more weight here? When Dick's the one who knows what that punishment actually LOOKS like beyond the abstract, for whom it was a reality that still haunts him in ways that even defacing a few statues of some rich old fucks doesn't deserve?

Or hell, go back FURTHER than when he was Robin. Idk where any of those posts are, but I've always wanted to see something where Dick maybe runs into someone he remembers from his time in juvie, maybe a guard who is like, the source of the reasons Dick mistrusts figures of authority and is so hung up on independence and not being under anyone's thumb, or maybe someone who was in there with him, another kid who looked out for him when he didn't have to, etc. Gimme Dick tackling head-on his firsthand awareness that there's no rehabilitation to be found in a jail for kids, when most of those kids don't even need rehabilitation in the first place and only did what they did in order to survive or escape from worse situations or like, were there purely because of racist cops, etc. Let him go after THAT system, driven by personal experiences and memories that maybe only hit him in full after recovering his memories from the Ric Grayson arc, like they're things that he put in a box in his mind a long, long time ago because he didn't have the spoons or reserves to deal with them when he was a kid still so traumatized in so many ways, like, something had to give and so he put all those memories away for another day and just....never got back to them because life kept hitting him with new and fresh trauma every week.

But now something has him thinking back to those early days in Gotham, and reminding him that not everyone had a Bruce Wayne willing and able to give them an out from that place or acrobatic skills to escape it on their own, and like. You want to do something about the cycles of violence in Gotham and Bludhaven? Why not start with the places that literally MANUFACTURE cruelty on an institutional level, that teach kids that no matter what they did to get put there, even if that was nothing at all, they're all going to be treated the same way and given no reason NOT to do whatever it took to be top dog in a dog eat dog world by the time they got out.

There's SO many better approaches to social awareness in the Batbooks than what we're seeing, and like. Sheesh. The bar is way too low.

4) On a related note, if I'm editor of the Nightwing book, the FIRST thing I'm doing is making it a priority to find a writer of color for that book, ideally someone of Rom descent. Its waaaaay past time to let a Romani writer take the reins on Dick, Wanda, Pietro or Doom, aka some of the only prominent Romani characters out there? You can't tell me that there aren't talented writers who identify as Roma who would be more than willing to add their perspective to Dick's archive of narratives, and if an editor's gotta go looking for them? Go fucking look. DC and its fans have milked a lot of mileage out of the idea of Dick being Romani with very little in the way of nuanced storytelling to show for it in the past twenty years, and if DC wants to trot out little reminders that Dick is Romani every couple years, like in the form of a freaking line that has no follow up or expansion to any degree and is offset by an internal monologue that otherwise reads as incredibly privileged, the least they can do is TRY to expand on that with the narrative perspective of someone they claim to be representing via that character.

And no, this isn't gatekeeping, this is prioritizing. Its not about preventing other writers from writing this character, like just for the hell of it, its about being proactive about finding a writer who can write specific aspects of this character that have long gone unaddressed or poorly represented. And like. Okay. Its not easy breaking into the comics industry for anyone, but its particularly not easy for marginalized writers. Most every major comic book company just recites 'make your own stuff first and then show us that' but when you're a writer specifically, finding a compatible artist to partner with on creator-owned indie stuff first, when those artists are in the same position as you are and apologetically and understandably tend to have to take paying work over yours if you can't pay except on the back end, like....there are a lot of hurdles to getting your start in comic books, and while there are more and more marginalized writers in comics these days, DC and Marvel kinda fucked up, because you know what?

After being told 'make your own first, then we'll talk,' writers DID do just that....but then found out that well, due to the ease of online distribution and access these days, for any writers who CAN find an artist to partner with, its a hell of a lot easier to get their content out there these days WITHOUT a major publisher behind them.....and for a lot of marginalized writers in particular, its worth it to keep full creative control in exchange for smaller circulation. Especially when they don't have to deal with editors 'softening' their work to make it more palatable for audiences that quite frankly aren't necessarily their primary target. So yeah, marginalized voices are becoming more and more present in comics, but Marvel and DC for the most part are keeping the same voices centered they always have, and what these voices have to say is becoming less and less relevant and outdated. Because much like this arc from Taylor, even when they DO dip their toes into story matter that's of interest to wider audiences, they're doing so to a degree that still puts them years behind the conversations everyone else is having.

5) The same holds true of disability representation. I stopped reading Taylor's run for a lot of reasons but his way of responding to people unhappy with his depiction of Babs was a key one. If I'm editor on a book, and someone tweets at one of my writers that their depiction of a disabled character was hurtful because it feels like they're doubling back on everything Babs has ever said about not being defined by or ashamed of her disability and now its being treated like a dirty little secret, and that writer's response is essentially to just laugh at them and say there's nothing wrong or ableist about their writing of a disabled person, TO a concerned disabled person? That writer's ass is getting fired. Full stop.

Either you give a shit about this stuff or you don't. Don't pay your readers lip service about how important social issues are to you and how much you care about using superhero narratives to inspire people on these matters if you're gonna turn around and show your ass the second you don't feel comfortable and prioritized by the conversation, like it wouldn't exist without your oh so valuable contributions. ESPECIALLY if you don't identify as sharing the same identity of the marginalized character you're writing. You are a guest in someone else's lived experiences at that point, and you think you've got the right to belittle and talk down to the people who LIVE THERE? Fuck off, my dude.

6) Re-center Dick as someone who the superhero community RESPECTS. I love seeing Dick depicted as someone who has an awareness of his own limitations and an appreciation for what others bring to the table, and so I'm not opposed to him calling on others when he needs to.....but I also would like to see more of the opposite. But not in the way we usually see it these days, where he's asked to come help with a crisis and then usually second-guessed the whole way, and then sent back home without so much as a thank you when its done. Yawn. Sorry. I've read that story by now.

You know what story arc I freaking LOVED as a kid, back in the 90s? In Green Lantern, when Kyle Rayner first became the sole GL, one of his very early arcs, before he ever joined the JLA or anything....was him realizing how little he knew about being a superhero. He was like, my predecessors all had a full fledged CORPS to teach them everything they needed to know, but I had a few lines of exposition from a funny little blue guy in a red pillowcase and then I was off to the races. That's not good enough. There's so much I don't know about being a hero, I don't even KNOW what I still need to know.

So he went on kinda a superhero training roadtrip. He went to Metropolis to ask Superman for advice, he went to Batman to learn from Batman and Robin (Tim at the time). He went to Wonder Woman, Sentinel (Alan Scott, the first Green Lantern), etc, etc. And in the end, Kyle very much became his own kind of hero who wasn't just a pastiche of all those other heroes and the advice they gave him, but like....this put him on the road to that.

And I'd love to see something like that happen in Dick's solo title. We've seen him train in a team setting, we've seen him train the other Robins.....I'd love to see like, young superheroes from OTHER books, not ones created by the title, but like names people actually recognize from other franchises, like, guest star in Nightwing's book to learn from HIM, specifically. I wanna see something where Wally looks at the latest speedster and is like, you know what, if you really wanna be the best hero you can possibly be, then Nightwing's who you gotta go to, because there's no one I trust to make a better hero out of someone than him. I want the newest kid on the JLA block to worry that people aren't taking him seriously because of his age or experience, and he's always hearing them talk about Nightwing and how young he was when he started and so if anyone knows something about how to gain the respect of your older superhero peers, that's the guy to talk to.

Gimme Dick's couch being crashed on at various times by a half dozen new or upcoming young superheroes who all heard or figured out that if they really want to up their superhero game, Nightwing's the guy to see.

7) Bring back Bea. There's no long paragraph expansion on this, its really simply. Bring back Bea. She was one of the freshest breaths of air in Dick's supporting cast in ages, most of the current run is based off her character direction in the first place, she's literally the best suited TO help Dick in this venture, and the reasons they gave for writing her out of Dick's life were all bullshit and they just wanted to focus on his previous relationships, which would be fine if they didn't fall into the same two endless cycles of bring back up, go nowhere with, awkwardly avoid each other for years, rinse and repeat. Like. Bring back Bea, please and thank you, the end.

8) Focus on new villains. Heartless is meh, but the idea of new villains is still better IMO than rehashing Blockbuster, Zucco, etc. Like, nostaglia ain't it. If I want to read Blockbuster fucking up Dick's life, I can do that. They're called back issues. The thing is, love it or hate it, the Blockbuster arc WAS iconic. It left its mark. And anything that doesn't leave just as much of a mark, if they're going to bring him up again, is just gonna be a waste of time, you know? It'll just dilute his overall presence when like, what he was - worked fine as is. We don't need Round Two.

The trick to good villains, IMO, is they have to speak to a fight that needs fighting.

What I mean by that is....the best villains are those who resonate on a more instinctive level because they embody something that already exists in a reader's mind as a conflict that needs fighting. Like, if superheroes exist, if the embodiment of larger than life presences and forces devoted to protecting the world from various things are real....then their villains need to embody the kinds of fights or conflicts that NEED larger than life figures to combat them, at least on a one to one level.

Look at Superman and Lex Luthor. Superman at his core embodies the strength of community. He's the ultimate hero of the people, his essence is that he was the last survivor of a doomed race who was raised by two honest, hard working people to see the beauty in just being ONE of them, in using what he had on behalf of all of them and not just himself. In contrast, Lex Luthor is basically the embodiment of capitalist greed, of excess, of the entitlement of being able to have anything with a snap of your fingers and thus assuming that gives you divine mandate to make the kinds of choices that he sees as only his right to make.

He hates Superman, ultimately, because Superman is the WRONG savior of the people. He wants their only savior to be HIM, half the time he honestly believes he's saving the world FROM Superman, but just as often he's perfectly content to be the villain and not shy about it....because Lex Luthor's ultimate motivation is he wants everyone to know when he's dead and gone that LEX LUTHOR WAS HERE. He genuinely doesn't care WHAT his impact or legacy is at the end of the day, just that it exists and it overshadows most everything else...because all that really matters to him is the irrefutable proof that HE mattered. And thus at their cores, Superman and Lex are perfectly opposed. Ideally situated to eternally be in conflict, their own forever war, because their core natures are incompatible. They CAN'T compromise, without compromising themselves and essentially ending up as someone totally other than who and what they are already.

And you can go down the list. The Joker is the chaos to Batman's order, while Mr. Freeze is the stagnancy of that order taken too far, he's what you get when you freeze everything in your grief and refuse to let anything go on, anything new grow, because that would mean having to admit once and for all that what you're mourning is really gone. Two-Face is the ultimate embodiment of Man vs Self, a once good man at war with his own worse nature, and reminding everyone who looks at him how easily they could fall to the same fate.

And so on and so on. What Dick needs, is more of the same. Like, as much as I'm not a huge fan of Talon stories, I maintain that the Court of Owls were a great foil for him - just they tend to be poorly used in canon as well. But I also think how poorly they come off in canon has a lot to do with canon not really touching on WHY they're such a perfect foil for Dick....and that's Dick's history with being outside the system, mistreated and even exploited by the system. Because the Court, their core concept, is they ARE the system. They are entrenched, enfranchised, institutional power, passed down through generations, dynastic control that is a perfect counterpart to the dynastic power of the Wayne family, embodied in its youngest generation in the form of Bruce's FOUND family, the children he adopted regardless of whether or not his peers found them deserving of that honor. The Court, and their entire....thing...about the Gray Son, is the entitled fury of those denied something they deem theirs simply because they WANT it, and who will burn the whole world down rather than admit defeat or let someone else have it instead.

And that resonates. It could resonate a lot MORE if DC would actually lean into those concepts and allow Dick to explore how the Court are nothing he's not used to, they're literally made up of the same people who have looked down on him ever since he came to Gotham, but now they're actually a face and a name put to all those attitudes, something he can literally FIGHT BACK AGAINST. The Court are literally human-sized embodiments of everything and everyone who's tried to confine Dick since his parents' deaths, tried to define him without his permission, tried to make him other or lesser than who and what he is.....and who thus now exist in a form that Dick can literally BATTLE. So that he doesn't HAVE to just take this stuff lying down.

Thanks to the Court, he doesn't HAVE to just passively accept it, that this is just how life is, that some people are going to view him this way and think this about him and there's nothing he can do about it. He CAN do something about it, in superhero stories. He can kick its ASS, in the form of the Court of Owls and everything its members think about him and intend for him. He can refuse to bow down to them, to accept their mark on him. He can say lol, no, and then blow their shit sky high, ideally with a little help from his family. He can BEAT them, in this incarnated form, and in doing so, even though he can't beat everything they stand for and represent, that victory still matters, still means something symbolic to readers it resonates with.

And that's what we need more of. Villains created specifically to embody concepts that are diametrically opposed to Dick and what he represents. The system, yes, but also villains who embody the kind of tyranny and control he fights back against in his constant battles for autonomy and self control. Villains who embody the 'new hopes' of a second generation just like Dick himself is the focal point of the hopes embodied by the second generation of heroes. I'm actually not the hugest fan of multiversal constant Dick Grayson, but I might like it more if he had an opposite number there, someone he was specifically contrasted with. Idk.

But you get it.

9) Dick having a social life. Gimme the Titans and his siblings showing up JUST to show up. We have room enough for at least a couple pages every other issue where we just get to see these characters having some breathing room, taking a beat to stop and be something other than just a superhero, to be human as well. There's more to life than 24/7 fighting, even for them, and that's largely been lost in modern superhero comics, which kinda sucks, because that was what made most of the more iconic and lasting dynamics between various characters like, STAND the test of time. The larger than life battles between good and evil might be what many of us come to superhero comics FOR, but the relatable back-and-forths and ups and downs of their private lives spent with friends and family tends to be what keeps most of us coming BACK. And lately its all just mission, mission, mission, and I'm like blah, blah, blah and its like, meh, meh, meh. Y'know? Give the guy some down time, and let his friends come spend it with him.

10) Boone. This is purely self-indulgent, but if you know anything about me, you know my obsession with Robin: Year One, Dick's brief time at Vengeance Academy, and the hate/hate relationship he has with his brief frenemy from that period, Boone aka Shrike. This character has SOOOOO much potential to be Dick's true archnemesis and rival, and like. *Sobs* I can't get into it all again. Its too much. I can't do it.

Okay, I absolutely can. And will, probably. But like. Later.

BONUS ROUND:

Other thing I would absolutely insist upon if I were Nightwing editor....

GET THAT FUCKING MEME SHIRT ABOUT BRUCE SLAPPING DICK THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.

Like. Seriously. WHAT THE HELL. Why would you double down on THAT? Why is Babs STILL wearing it? (Last I checked, like I think I saw it in a scan from last issue? I'm pretty sure its still there? If not, forget this entire rant, and I am very embarrassed. Okay not that embarrassed. I don't really care if I'm wrong here but like, in case I'm not)...

WHY. Who thought that was funny? No, seriously, on behalf of any other abuse survivors who like me are SERIOUSLY not amused, who the FUCK thinks its FUNNY to have one of Dick's best friends sporting a shirt that no matter what it represents IN universe, to readers OUT of universe, is always going to call to mind the fact that this meme only freaking EXISTS because of all the times DC has obliviously and without acknowledgment written Bruce abusing his children, including the BFF that Babs is literally wearing that right in front of.

Like omg do you hate her, DC? What other possible reason could you have for thinking that would be a cute, funny thing for her to wear around the guy getting SLAPPED, by his DAD, in your shirt's iconography.

Okay I'm done.

LOL.

Sorry, that last one was brewing for awhile. Deep breaths. Woo.

[goldemas1244]

Heyyyy I have a question :3

Do you have any headcanon/s for these character : Scraptrap, Scrap Baby, Lady Dimistrecu, the three daughter of Lady D, Heisenberg and/or Molten Freddy ? :3

You don't have to do all the proposition, you can choose what character you want to do :3

Have a good day/evening and stay safe ! :3

*Cracks knuckles* \(^v^)/

You already know I'm doing all of them! Thank you for the ask! Headcanons under the cut!

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Scraptrap

He loves rice and would do anything to get his paws on it. Fortunately, the pizzeria is quite close to a Chinese restaurant so rice is easy to get.

He orders a rice-based menu at least three times a week, so the owners aren't at all that surprised to see a tuxedo-clad zombie-rabbit come in and ask for their signature fried rice with buttered lobster on the side.

Since he like to dine-in there, he usually asks Michael to give him a bath in exchange for pizzeria improvements. Michael usually shrugs and gives him a well-deserved bubble bath and his tuxedo.

He likes it when Michael gives him head pats and rubs. It makes him feel loved and appreciated.

He has a pet pigeon named Fernando Buschmann. It's German and likes to listen to the violin.

He likes ASMR and memes. ASMR makes him go feral with murderous intent while memes make him question the modern generation.

He has social media accounts, all named "Willton-Moldover". He usually posts cosplays and furry art on them and has 93 followers on his Reddit profile, 1.5 million followers on his Instagram, 550 followers on his Tumblr, 35 on his Snapchat, and 3.95 million on his TikTok.

He also has a YouTube channel with 10.784 million subscribers called "Willton-Gameover". He plays videogames one-handed and roasts popular YouTubers and famous people. He would never roast Keanu Reeves though, because Keanu Reeves is precious bean.

Due to his popularity he gets a lot of hate mail and private pics. He doesn't like them at all so he blackmails the people who post them. And if the media and police are involved? Well, he has a strong fanbase that's not going down as well as a good alibi so that works out well for him.

Yes, his fanbase also knows of the Fazbear Murders, and he admits to it but frankly, he's shown them the approving ghost kids (who've bonded and gamed with him) so that's no big deal. Only Cassidy hates him, but it's usually constipated anger.

He's bisexual and has an ENORMOUS crush on one of his favourite game characters, Karl Heisenberg. Something about that man reminds him of himself and Henry, although he's not sure what. Still, don't let that distract you from the fact that he owns a nude Karl Heisenberg body pillow, CAPCOM official.

Scrap Baby

Her favourite Monster High doll is Draculaura. She doesn't understand how pink goes well with black but oh boy, pink goes so well with black.

She knows how to skateboard like a pro. Despite her weight, her trusty skateboard still stands and, if she falls, she's always got her skates to spare. She likes to impress the boys at the skatepark with her ability to perform even the most difficult of moves with ease.

She's subscribed to fifteen different tabloid subscriptions. She likes to read them and criticize the stupidity of the human race, like her father. Hey, it's hereditary.

The lights in her boobies glow in the dark. They also glow whenever she gets tired.

She likes reading furniture and gardening catalogues. She's judgy of the prices though and usually becomes a full-on critic with Lefty listening.

She owns a crab named Mr. Tootie. No I will not elaborate on the name. I'll only tell you that it's taken a liking to kazoos and party favours.

She's listed as the No. 1 Best Fan of her father's social media accounts. Michael's in nineteenth place but don't worry, he's as emotionless as a mushroom.

She likes to make origami lotuses. She's such a pro at it that she's even got a mini-stall at the pizzeria: 1 lotus for 50 cents. It's a lucrative business, and it's still growing. Oh, and she switches to other origami works of art every week such as origami guns and origami nine-tailed foxes.

She's the Restaurant Rescue manager. Usually she saves kids from trouble. For this reason, yes, she's commonly seen in the pizzeria itself. Kids love her though the claw worries the more irksome parents.

She's a professional Karen dealer. Karen comes to see the manager? She's hypnotically talented in weaving her words through the toughest of craniums so don't be surprised if a Karen walks out with a new viewpoint of life.

She performs on stage on the occasion, which usually gets her a lot of fan love. She cherishes everything good they give but ignores the problematic everythings. Problematic stuff? Oh, she's good friends with the police chief.

Molten Freddy

He loves noodles. Give him a bowl of ramen and he'll shut up for the entire night. Enter him in a noodle-eating competition and his high metabolism rate means absolutely non-stop spaghetti.

He misses Bon-Bon very much. To the point where he's even tried to make a scrap version of him. Sadly, it doesn't work. He cried that day.

He dies inside whenever he finds out there's a spaghetti shortage in Utah. Poor Molten.

He's a bit wonky, but if he tries to play with you or get into your personal space, don't get mad at him! He's just lonely and wants someone to talk to and play with.

He likes to play Exploding Kittens. It's the only card game he's good at. It's also the only card game he owns.

He sees Helpy as a little brother and boops his nose on a daily basis. He also likes to reenact The Lion King with him (It's the ciiiiiircle of liiiiiife~). Hopefully Helpy doesn't mind.

He knows a lot of jokes in a lot of languages. So German-speaking Molten Freddy wouldn't be too far away from expectation. His favourite jokes are in French though; the wordplay is just immaculate.

He's good in French, English, German, Russian, and Malay. He's currently learning Japanese because he's a mega weeb.

His favourite cartoon is Charlie and Lola. He just likes to see the sibling shenanigans as it somehow reminds him of the good old days.

His favourite shows would be prankster shows. He especially loves the ones that give him new and creative ideas. He doesn't like the scary ones though. They make him feel unsafe and give him anxiety.

Surprisingly, he has a distinct taste for opera. He can modulate the remnants of his voice box to perfectly sing I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General. This both pisses off and impresses Henry to an extent.

Resident Evil 8

Lady Dimitrescu

She might act like the opposite but she really loves Heisenberg as her little brother. His determination, strength, speed, dexterity, and workaholic nature impresses her, who can't even fit through a doorway. She sometimes wishes she's as short as him too.

She's an avid collector of glass, porcelain, and anything fragile. It's a good reason to always be careful where you tread in her lair. She'll make you swallow every last shard if you don't.

She's an avid romance fanatic and is very loving towards the romance novels she owns. All those books you see in the in-game library? They're her collection of lesbian romances that she's collected over the past decades.

She doesn't like hats and prefers to stick to the one she wears in-game. She DOES have a collection of hats though. Last anyone counted, there were over fifty, one or two for each decade she's lived through.

She files her nails on a constant basis and owns an ornately decorated nail-clipper. Hygeine is of the utmost importance. She doesn't want to be compared to that filthy Heisenberg.

Despite her size and carefulness she keeps losing her stuff. Over the course of a week she could misplace three wine glasses, two reading glasses, and fifteen bottles of wine.

She's an expert at dodgeball and golf and even owns a lifetime access to the most prolific Country Club in Romania. With permission from Mother Miranda she goes there every year for the yearly party. It's one of the times she gets to see modernity (and Ed Sheeran) at its finest.

She loves bands from the 1920s and 1940s. However, she gets bored of them occasionally and switches them to something more modern, like Ed Sheeran. Seriously though, what is up with mums and Ed?

She's into executions and torture methods. So it's no surprise that she's a HUGE fan of Horrible Histories; even if she can't watch the show, she'll binge-read the books over and over again. She's even had the chance to encounter (and receive an autograph from) Terry Deary. They have sworn a bond not to tell anybody about this.

She loves exotic animals like anacondas and jaguars. She may or may not have owned a 10ft long Saltwater Crocodile (which was also about 5ft wide).

She's an incredible physicist and mathematician. She's also created many original formulae but unsurprisingly, she doesn't tell anyone about them, for fear that either more people may know of her, or that she may be wrong.

Dimitrescu Babes

They can devour an entire human being in mere seconds as flies. It's sort of like the scarab beetles in The Mummy movies. However, unlike the beetles, they are able to strip the bones as well. They leave nothing behind.

They all know how to play the piano with varying levels of success. Daniela can already play professionally while Bela is still stuck on Grade 5.

They love to listen to their mother when she tells them stories. Gotta hand it to 'em, when you're a fly, you know how to enjoy life in its most simple of moments.

They all love being around the hunky Soldats of Uncle Karl. Fortunately, they don't know of the rebellious plan to conquer Miranda.

Bela is bisexual, Cassandra is asexual and pansexual, and Daniela is demisexual.

It gets hard when you're a fly during the summer. If it's not the lizards, spiders, and other predators, it's the heat. Because of this, despite the material waste, they have invented the world's first blood-powered air conditioner.

The three girls have never ever ever touched a stove or oven in their life. They HAVE touched the hot end of an iron though. A good reason to not touch a bloody oven. Alcina has though, but doesn't tell them that.

They love puppies! Uncle Karl brought them a baby labrador. For the rest of the week Alcina had lost quite a bit of favour from them. Not that they minded of course. IT'S A PUPPY.

They don't like snow one bit. Not just because it's cold, but because it's too white. Too bright. Too shiny. They just can't focus on their prey!

They like to go over to Auntie Donna to play with Angie. Well, you know what they say, crazies attract the crazies, and the crazy has attracted the crazies.

They also like to go to Uncle Moreau's because he's the only one in the village with a PS4. Usually they'd spend about three-quarters of a day playing his games and eating his cheese.

Karl Heisenberg

He owns a dark blue armchair named Junkyard. Despite the name, he loves it dearly because it was a gift from Alcina for his twenty-first birthday. It became part of his final transformation too. Right under the hat.

He's a little blind in the right eye, much to his annoyance. It was a minor accident with Sturm; another reason for him to hate the uncontrollable wretch. He'll never live that day down.

Somehow, he sees better in the dark, which is why he wears such tinted glasses. He also wears them to hide his expressions, since, more often than not, he tends to end up wearing his heart on his sleeve, and his emotions in his eyes.

He's under a lot of pressure so it's no surprise that he breaks down in his factory when he knows he's alone. And by break down I mean crumple into an exhausted heap on the floor. Not even his Soldat Jet squad can wake him up until he's had a reasonable eight hours of rest.

He bathes once a day, every evening, but only three times a week. Perfume, tobacco, and cologne keep care of the rest.

He's the only Lord with a daily contact with the outside world due to his electrical abilities. Don't tell Miranda, but he can electrically CONNECT TO GOOGLE AND THE ENTIRE INTERNET IN GENERAL. He likes to play funny YouTube cat videos in his head when Miranda's having a boring meeting. It's also how he finds out that Chris is a boulder-punching asshole.

He does stimming! He likes to tap his fingers on his desk and the metal rails in his factory. He also buys stim toys from the Duke and keeps them in a well-kept box. His favourite is a non-ripping squishable toy duck. He also sings to chill out.

He's absolutely in the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise, and may have once believed in the pizzeria's existence. Come on, he's a mutated Overlord with magical magnet powers. Children souls stuck inside animatronics isn't too far-fetched of an idea. His favourite characters are the Funtimes and the Scraps, mainly because of the blueprint complexity. He HAS tried to replicate the animatronics in his spare time, but he's usually too busy with his Soldats so the project gets scrapped. He loves The Living Tombstone's songs and remixes though.

He doesn't like William Afton at all (though he marvels at his survivability). William's nature and habits remind him of Mother Miranda. He DOES however enjoy Michael Afton and often thinks how it would be absolutely amazing to have that resilient being in his Soldat army.

He's scared of what lurks below the watery depths and fire. Ironic because his brother is a literal fish and he works in one of the most hazardous fire-conducting environments. He's also scared of heights, though he doesn't get airsick.

He once died due to a killing electric shock whilst working on Sturm. It's the only time he's felt that sort of pulsing agony and also the first time he's had the confirmation that yes, Hell is real and yes, he'll end up in quite a dark pit in it. Or it could've been an electric dream, who knows? Anyways his soul apparently ran towards the opposite direction of the flames and he woke up alive after the passing of FIVE ENTIRE WEEKS. Oh boy did Alcina get worried when she couldn't find him.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 93 - Fancy chair, love it.

- So my theory is that Raizel just never learnt how to write in Lukedonian either.

- Tbh the janitor is suspicious. Like how hard was he googling M-21?

Chapter 94 - SUYIIIIIIIIIIII

- Ah geez the first of the racistly depicted characters.

Chapter 96 - Suyi getting mad at the kids for complaining about Hansu is so funny like when she first appears you think she's perhaps a stuck up celebrity or a pushover but it turns out she's just a really sweet friend.

- Suyi being stunned by Rai's looks but not falling for him (same with Yuna) is one of the things I always liked about Noblesse. Like sure in the first meeting they get blushy but I'll just jot that down to the inherent beauty of nobles since I can't relate to it at all.

Chapter 97 - Frankenstein's house always being stocked with so much food because the kids just started coming over daily is hilarious. Even funnier since Frankenstein obviously thinks it's overkill but is the one stocking up anyway.

Chapter 98 - Regis and Seira 🥺 Seira's og outfit was the best one she had like it only goes downhill from here folks.

Chapter 99 - It would have been so funny if Frankenstein went "they must be cosplayers" instead of realising the two were nobles.

- Regis taking all the initiative shows how it's his roadtrip coming of age journey which is pretty clever. Also Seira's just like that but still.

- Shinwoo stop exercising in class bro. Do not flex on the rest of us this is so rude 😭😭😭

- Regis confidently saying he's a noble in class to humans he doesn't plan on mind controlling... Baby boy why are you so dumb? How is this hiding your identity??? And Seira just lets him,,, good for her.

Chapter 100 - Ah yes their elegance boner at seeing Raizel... nobles are so fucking weird.

- M-21 thinking he won't get any information because of his time at the Union and thus being surprised at how open Frankenstein is is actually really sweet. Like yeah I still think Frankenstein is an unethical and questionable person but he is kind to most humans (werewolves and nobles can go fuck themselves I guess lmao).

Chapter 101 - The second hand embarrassment I felt when M-21 called the two noblesse... how do I even consume content?

- Yeah 100% most union members don't know the difference between nobles and vampires. I bet they'd classify jiangshi as either mutants or werewolves. Or to be more specific, that would be the classification given to low leveled members. On one hand I think it's dumb that the Union gives members twisted information because how would they even use it? But on the other hand it makes sense since it prevents said members from seeking nobles for help. After all, if they believe even the 'noblesse' are vampires that drink blood, than obviously they won't see them as possible escape routes.

- 'Noblesse only applies to one person'. Yeah because Rai's brother is fucking dead. And so is whoever was his predecessor/parent.

Chapter 102 - Those bullies got backup so fucking fast like Shinwoo literally just asked Regis and Seira if they were okay then boom! They're back.

Chapter 103- Regis going ??? essentially when Shinwoo tells him to take care of Seira is so funny like yes ofc he's confused she's literally a clan leader + noble females aren't physically weaker + noble women work out just like the men.

- Rude, Regis. You can't just ask someone why they're mingling among humans. You're doing that too. Who doesn't mingle among humans smh. Even cats and pigeons mingle with us.

Chapter 105 - Love how everyone else in the household is so sick of ramyeon like Raizel stop please you're being selfish.

Chapter 106 - Frankenstein is the definition of the 'right in front of my salad?' meme at Regis and M-21 arguing at the dinner table. Then there's Seira and Raizel just waiting for the noodles to get soggy so he can't even eat. Wish Urokai could see him getting tortured like this.

- The soldier rejecting backup because he knows the enemy is the Union hurts my heart. Wanting to prevent casualties... iwi

Chapter 107 - Shark how tf do you not know about South Korea? That's one of the asian countries people actually know about. I guess maybe it's because this is from around a decade back? K-pop is more recent and made the country more visible I guess.

- Ah yes Takeo. Forever known as "the first time I read Noblesse and he appeared I thought he was Marie's sister since they had the same hairstyle". Like I thought that before even learning about the Aris Taivra fiasco. My power 😔

- Oh don't worry M-21, Frankenstein stopped experimenting on people 830 years ago. You know, as one does.

Chapter 108 - Shark has like no general knowledge. Geography? History? Tf is that I guess.

- Tao saying they're the worst possible people for the job is so funny like yeah he's right. "All we do is massacre people in warzones why are we in Seoul?"

- The rest of the squad complain or are confused about the peace meanwhile Takeo is vibing. He's the normal guy TM of the group.

- Ah yes noble lore. If you take canon at face value than the fact that nobles were around when humans first emerged and there being about 2-3 clan leaders before the current generation means you can estimate their lifespan. Ofc it differs wildly depending on how you interpret the 'first humans' part. I'll assume there were 3 generations before the current generation (mvp lord being the third generation) and won't be adding the current generation since a 0.5-2k years is kinda meaningless. I'll also be assuming that mvp lord entered eternal sleep at around the same age as his predecessors and that he would have died soon from old age anyway (since canonically they do have limited lifespans). If we assume it's just the first human ancestors (7 million years ago) than the average pureblood lifespan is 2.33 million years. If we assume it's when homo sapiens started to emerge (300k years ago) than it's 100k years. If it's about modern humans (130k years ago) than it's 43.3k years. Regardless I'll ignore it since my hcs are that nobles are effectively immortal unless killed and that the 2-3 clan leaders is a misconception due to a mix of Gechutel just straight up lying, because there are clans that have had fewer clan leaders, because I have nobles settling on Lukedonia only 30k years ago, and because Gechutel is factoring in his own age of 10.2k so it's more like 'There have been 2-3 Ru clan leaders before the Ru clan leader 10k years ago since after we settled in Lukedonia'. There's also the possibility that nobles didn't have lords or clan leaders until a few thousand years ago in canon but the species has existed for much longer.

- 'Nobles are individualistic... They don't despise humans but don't love them either.' Humans w/ ants. Now if the ants were capable of speaking with us it'd be exactly the same situation.

Chapter 109 - "What were they researching here?" Since when does the Union research anything aside from human modifications Kranz? Why do you even need to ask? More seriously this means that the Union doesn't actually only do human experimentation and weapons lmao. The other shit just isn't relevant I guess. It's a shame, I'd have loved to see how a lab focused on like, fixing up polluted waters, would be fit into the story.

- The fact that Tao beat Jake up is never mentioned enough. Also confirms that Jake was lying out of his ass about being the strongest.

- Marie being the weakest assassination squad member is interesting like I know why Crombel doesn't need bodyguards as the reader but you'd think the Union would be suspicious of him not having a stronger bodyguard. Also I still can't believe the Union doesn't bother learning who the members are aside from the ones Crombel tells them about like. Bro???

- Shark calling Takeo uptight is hilarious because the guy literally just shot the falling ceiling light which is the opposite of uptight. Either he was preventing them from getting hurt/being caught or he wanted that to happen considering the fact that he shot it and it shattered. And then he just goes back to leaning against the wall. Takeo please 🤣

Chapter 110 - And Shinwoo's still staying over at Ikhans place. Wonder when he's gonna move back. I really love their dynamic like yeah I beg my sister to get me food all the time too. Also love the apron and skeleton hoodie.

- Shinwoo went through the five stages of grief pretty quick huh? Like yeah it's his own misunderstanding that Ikhan is dating someone but still. Homophobia is annoying as always though.

Chapter 111 - Suyi paying for their food is so sweet of her and also I relate so much like yeah mood that's me and no I don't want to be paid back.

- Takeo,,, the fact that he just hands his wallet over because he doesn't like violence and doesn't want to beat them up,,, my heart. Otoh... how did he even get cornered in an dark shady alleyway lmao.

- Aris managing to make herself look like a teenager as Taivra is interesting since Takeo says he wants her to be able to go to school like Yuna and Shinwoo when he's treating them. I guess she looks younger without makeup.

- Takeo just straight up pointing his gun at Shark in public because he mentioned Taivra... anger issues much? I understand why but taking your gun out is an overreaction.

#noblesse #raining while reading

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Miracles in Gotham: Chapter 3: Unwelcome Discoveries (Part 1)

Hey, guys! This fic is inspired by @ozmav mav’s Maribat AU. Shoutout to @mystery-5-5  for brainstorming ideas with me for this fic. 

Midterms have got me acting up. Despite the quarantine, I literally wasn’t motivated to write until the moment I could use writing to procrastinate. Absolutely brilliant logic. Truly. Thank you guys so much for the wait and I hope you enjoy this chapter.  

If you want to see more, follow: #miraclesingotham or ask to be added to the tag list.

P.S. For the sake of continuity, I’m going to ignore the Heroes United thing because that episode was basically a fanfic of the fanfic and as much as I loved the animation and the new characters...I’ve seen better plots and explanations for a lot of the similar problems in the Maribat fandom. Also Sparrow is probably a reference to Batman, anyways. Also, canon has just gone out the window...I guess...whoops. 

P.P.S. Swearing tw, death tw. 

Please remember this is rated M for a reason. Also, it is my headcanon that not everyone who dies during the akuma attacks come back. Of course, it’s not mentioned in a children’s show, but I’ve always seen the Miraculous Cure as a cure for physical, non-living objects as they’re easier to fix, and lives take a lot more effort and energy from the user to revive. And since Marinette is a child, there’s not going to be a lot of energy to spare.

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To the members of the Justice League…

I am writing to you as Chat Noir, superhero of Paris and holder of the Black Cat Miraculous of Destruction, and partner to Ladybug, the official Guardian and the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous of Creation. I come to you with a plea similar to ones that we have sent you a year ago. The magical terrorist, Hawkmoth, is still at large here in Paris, France. If you are not aware of who he is, Hawkmoth is a domestic terrorist in Paris who relies on the power of the Butterfly Miraculous to create a physical and amplified manifestation of a person’s negative emotions, using the victim as a host, using magical butterflies as his form of transmission. These are called akumas. The akuma allows Hakwmoth to essentially get inside the mind of  his victims and manipulate and amplify their emotions.  We have been fortunate enough to have a failsafe in Ladybug, who can repair any physical damages, and even bring back lives, from these attacks. However, both Ladybug and I have reached our wits’ ends with no lead to Hawkmoth’s true identity. The people of Paris are suffering both from emotional trauma and the physical trauma of being subjugated, manipulated, experiencing bouts of amnesia, and even resurrecting multiple times. Hawkmoth has even taken to exclusively targeting a middle-school class at College Francois-Dupont.

Ladybug and I are aware of the risks superhero presence may bring since we will not survive a fight if any more experienced superheroes such as yourselves are akumatized. However, I feel that we have no other choice. Our Master has recently been put out of commission and the rest of our comrades have had their identities compromised. Ladybug is now the Guardian of the rest of the Miraculous. And although she will not approve of my plea, even your  advice or insight will be of use to us.

Please consider our plight and contact us as soon as you can.

Chat Noir 

Bruce Wayne was not a perfect man, he will admit. However, he did pride himself on his sense of logic and adaptability to most situations, as long as they stayed within the mortal realms of believability that is. Magic, however, or anything pertaining to the supernatural was out of his forte; in fact, he often liked to pretend it did not exist despite having acquaintances and enemies whose entire lives revolved around it. There was a reason he did not tolerate the  prolonged presence of meta-humans in Gotham, after all. 

He re-read through the email once, twice, again and again, desperately wishing that it had not been his shift to look through the messages that the Justice League received on a daily basis. Why couldn’t it have been Superman or Wonder Woman? Or better yet, Dr. Fate or Zatanna, never mind the fact that the latter was technically retired. Any of them would’ve made sense of this gibberish that was laid out in front of him. 

Initially, he thought it had been a coded message. It made perfect sense, in his opinion. The only concrete fact he could dissect out of this nonsense was the presence of a domestic terrorist and how they were targeting some middle school students for whatever reason. His mind recalled  the recent conversation he had with André Bourgeois yesterday. Even he had mentioned a domestic terrorist going after his daughter’s class, which was why he reached out to Bruce, since Bruce would be the most fitted to protect them with his resources, despite Gotham being the crime capital of the world. He nodded to himself; the facts were consistent then. There was a terrorist and middle school students were the targets. 

On one of the other screen monitors, he had pulled up records of College Francois Dupont School for a background check using a VPN to connect to French service networks. Both the email from this Chat Noir (Selina would get a kick out of that) and André failed to mention the terrorist’s intentions with these kids. However, looking through the different classes, there had been a special note besides Mme. Bustier’s class that stated:

“High vulnerability to akumas.”

This was where Bruce was once again stumped. Of course, he really couldn’t deny the existence of magic, but accepting that meant accepting that the terrorist used magical butterflies as his form of attack. Bruce wasn’t a qualified psychologist or any sort of specialist, but surely magical butterflies could not give you emotional trauma, mind-control, or even as Chat Noir had implied, a means to murder. 

Bruce scanned through Mme. Bustier’s class to look for anything that might be different from other classes. If he recalled correctly, this was the same class that André’s kid was in. He took note of the name, Chloé Bourgeois, and other notable names such as Adrien Agreste (who’s father was a fashion mogul and a model in his own right), Lila Rossi (a diplomat’s daughter), Max Kanté (a genius, and he noted to himself to see if that held true when the class was under his supervision), Marinette Dupain-Cheng (the class president and the designer of a recent rock album according to Jason who had obsessed over the cover for a few weeks before Alfred confiscated it), and Alya Césaire (an aspiring journalist who ran a blog called the Ladyblog). 

Okay, he rationalized. While not all of these kids were significant, some, like the Mayor’s own daughter, would be prime targets for a terrorist, so that made some sort of sense in Bruce’s mind. 

He sighed again, wishing that he had a cup of coffee or an energy drink with him at the moment. Unfortunately, Tim’s recent addiction meant no one could have it. Bruce scoffed underneath his breath. Alfred had really weird rules when it came to show “family support.” Tim was a grown man who should suffer his own consequences. Alas, no one argues with Alfred lest they risked his wrath. 

Bruce hovered over the link under Mlle. Césaire’s file, the Ladyblog. Perhaps it would give him some answers. 

As a bright ladybug designed website popped up, Bruce realized he might have been so wrong. 

He scrolled through the website thoroughly from the latest posts to the earliest. He noticed a concerning trend where the later blog posts centered more around one of Césaire’s classmates, Lila Rossi, and shaky videos of a red and black spotted figurem and a black cat figure fleeing the scene, or fighting some sort of abomination that Bruce did not even attempt to understand. In one video it was the two heroes against a flock of pigeons, or a gigantic baby, or whatever else. Bruce had half a mind to dismiss the entire blog as based on falsities, however one of the videos caught his eye. 

It was a video titled: “Syren: Paris Going Underwater!!” 

That was concerning, considering a flooded Paris would’ve featured on international news, not just on an amateur blog by a middle schooler. Fortunately for him, the video quality was clearer, allowing him to watch as the camera recorded the scene of that day. 

Bruce jolted awake and snapped to attention when he realized it was being filmed on a rooftop, and that the water levels were still rising as the video progressed. From what the camera captured, there were only a handful of people on each rooftop; not even making up a fifth of the Parisian population in total. 

What the fuck?

Then, as the video concluded, gigantic swarms of red and white bugs (ladybugs?) filled the camera’s frame and when it disappeared, everything was back to what he presumed was normal. The video then faded to black, posting statistics that chilled Bruce to the fucking bone. 

“Death count: 1.528 million Parisians

Resurrection count: 1.51 million Parisians

Injured count: 10 000 Parisians

Permanent death count: 18 000 Parisians

In honour of the Parisians who were not revived and were injured during the attack, the Ladyblog, offers our condolences, and will help in any way we can online and offline.  The akuma victim, as always, will remain anonymous for safety purposes.  Links to help organizations and donation funds to the peoples and families affected will be posted below. Additional links will be posted for available online mental health services.”

And, if Chat Noir was to be believed, some people had died multiple times. 

After making sure the video was not doctored in any way (though that would be cruel to assume about a kid’s blog), Bruce sent Chat Noir’s email (along with the earlier videos from both heroes and an email from Marinette Dupain-Cheng that he had found) and all of the links he had amassed to his own computer in the Bat Cave before closing all the tabs on the monitors. Swerving around, he stormed to the Batmobile, eyebrows furrowed in solemnity. 

Magic or not, whatever terrorist was plaguing Paris had a pretty damn high casualty count, and the only people that were stopping him were this Ladybug and Chat Noir people, who did not seem to be properly equipped (the Ladybug heroine was using a yoyo, for fuck’s sake) to deal with someone of this power. Not to mention, Bruce winced, their mentor  was “out of commission” whatever that meant, with their peers being compromised, so they probably had no outside help.

And it seems, Bruce’s features darkened into a scowl, his dear friend André Bourgeois had a lot of explaining to do. Police department has it handled, his ass. 

In the meantime, he was going to make damn sure the class under his care would have a relaxing reprieve even if he had to lock up every villain in Arkham Asylum himself. 

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Dear Diary, 

The talk with Chat was a bust. I know he thinks I don’t trust him, but I wish he knew how much I’m trying to, but it’s not as simple as he makes it out to be...right?  And of course I trust him with my life, but as the Guardian, I can’t just make impulsive decisions like going to other superheroes, especially when there’s no guarantee they would help us, or can even be trusted in the first place! And I can’t just reveal our identities to each other either. It would put Chat and the rest of the Miraculous at risk. And I really don’t want a repeat of Chat Blanc…

That future will never happen on my watch. I forbid it. 

Speaking of other superheroes, I think there might be someone though, who could help us, even a little bit. 

Marianne. 

She wasn’t a Guardian, but she was a Ladybug user for a while and was really close to Master Fu. She must know something. She’s in London so she might not be available but...

I’ll check up on her today after class! If she has any helpful advice, I’ll be sure to share it with Chat too. 

Gotta go!

Bisoux, 

Marinette

Scrambling to get ready, Marinette fumbled with her pigtails and shoulder bag simultaneously, trying to make sure that her pigtails were just right. Tikki zoomed around, helping her get ready by shoving stray pens and pencils into her pockets. When they were done, Marinette rushed downstairs, swiping one of the freshly-made quiche along the way. Just before she exited the store, she turned back to give her Maman and Papa a smooch. Hastily, she then left the bakery, the bakery’s bell ringing behind her as she sprinted to school. 

It was a mystery for most people, but despite living less than five minutes away from the school, Marinette was always late. Marinette liked to blame her Ladybug duties when Tikki asked, but she knew better. She had the habit of being late since before she knew the Miraculous existed. 

To be fair though, Marinette usually slept in because she was exhausted from schoolwork, designing,

and Ladybug duties. Was it her fault that Hawkmoth liked making 3 AM akumas? Was it her fault that coffee- for all the espresso and sugar she dumped into it, and despite all those hipster blogs saying otherwise- did nothing to help her stay awake? Of course not. If anything she was a victim here; a victim of late night akumas and faulty biology. 

Fortunately for her (and her quiche), she was actually earlier today than usual. She could see students milling around the courtyard behind the school. Some sat with their friend groups while others huddled to catch up on the homework from the night before. 

Unfortunately, one of those groups was Lila and her friends. Lila sat on one of the picnic tables, talking about whatever grand adventure she supposedly went on or whichever famous celebrity she supposedly saved from a rare type of cancer or something while her friends sat around her, captivated with every word. Marinette rolled her eyes. It was too early for this. 

She steered away from them towards the other side of the yard, where she could see Alya and Nino cuddling while finishing their homework. She glanced back at Lila, who waved at the couple before going back to whatever story she was regaling to her loving audience. It was probably because Alya and Nino hadn’t seen Lila greet them in the first place, but Marinette couldn’t help feeling a bit happy that they didn’t return her greeting. 

“Morning, guys!” She greeted as she approached their table, sitting on the other side. 

Alya looked up first. “Hey! You woke up early today,” she teased, giving her shoulder a friendly nudge.

“Heh, guess it’s my lucky day today,” she said. As she sat down, she began eating the quiche she had swiped earlier. “Well, almost, anyway.”

Alya rolled her eyes and smirked. “You live in front of the school. It’s your own damn fault at this point.” 

Nino, who had been pouring over a worksheet that was due today, finally looked up. Upon seeing Marinette, he smiled. “Hey, dude. You’re actually early!” 

At Marinette’s exasperated groan, both Alya and Nino fell into giggles, Marinette shortly following along. 

“Keep that up, and I’m not gonna let you guys eat at my place for lunch,” she teased, wagging a finger at them. 

Alya wagged her own finger, engaging in a finger sword fight. “As if your mom would ever let us starve!” 

Marinette laughed, as she wrapped her finger around Alya’s and lightly slammed it onto the table, declaring her victory. 

“Okay, okay, you got me.” Marinette went back to eating her quiche, devouring it before it got too cold. For once, she was in a pretty good mood. 

“Hey, Alya, Nino,”

And of course, she just had  to jinx it. 

Marinette didn’t even try to join in the conversation to acknowledge Lila’s presence. If Lila wanted to talk to her, she needed to stop lying about everything; and with her supposed “lying disease,” that wasn’t happening anytime soon. She only wished Adrien was here so someone could sympathize with her. 

“Oh, hey Lila,” Alya greeted, having gained her hand back and waved. “Ignore Nino here. He forgot about Mendeleiv’s worksheet due today.” 

“Oh, I see.” Lila said. “Well, you know, Nino. If you ever need help with science, one of my cousins actually won a Noble Peace Prize for his contributions in molecular chemistry.” 

Nino, to his credit, only muttered an “uh huh” before turning the worksheet over and frantically scribbling all over it. Marinette briefly wondered if Nino understood what he was writing down- or if he cared. 

Alya perked up. “Wow, that’s amazing Lila! What did your cousin do?”

Lila smiled bashfully, and looked away, waving her hand. “Oh, you know, it was the discovery of some man-made element.” Marinette had to give Lila credit- she knew how to fake her blushes really well. “I’m nowhere near as smart as my cousin, you know? All the scientific words get me so confused!” 

Marinette buried her head in her arms. Did she need to be here for this? She could just slip away? Glancing at Lila, who caught her eyes, she decided against it. Like hell she was letting Lila take away her time with her  friends. 

Alya laughed good-naturedly. “Oh, I understand completely. English is so much more of my forté, you know?” 

“Yeah I totally get what you mean.” Lila stopped laughing as her gaze landed on Marinette. Only she seemed to notice the glare she gave her.  “Oh, hi, Marinette. Glad to see you’re early today.” 

“Yeah,” she deadpanned. “Hi.” With a fake smile, she robotically waved at her. 

“Well, anyways I got to go. See you later Alya.”  Lila said, waving her fingers before finally walking away. Marinette exhaled. Thank kwami. She may have been less obnoxious today but that was probably because of Alya’s presence. 

Speaking of, the said girl turned towards her. “You could be nicer towards her.” 

“She almost got me expelled.” Marinette had had this conversation with Alya many times before. At this point, her responses came like clockwork. She contemplated telling Alya’s threat back in Lila’s first day, but she really wasn’t ready for the backlash if Alya accused her  of lying. 

“Well,” Alya stuttered. “It was because she has an illness that makes her lie uncontrollably.” 

Marinette was pretty sure there was no such illness but at this point, Lila had somehow convinced everyone it was an actual illness. That, or no one wanted to point out the obvious lie, including administration. Which would be pretty negligent of the school admin so she hoped not. 

“Alya, if it was just an illness that makes her tell lies, pray tell, who put the test answers in my bag and the necklace in my locker?” she asked. 

“Maybe, well,” Alya tried coming up with an answer but failed, thereby changing the subjects. “Look, both of you are my friends, and I don’t want to get in between the two of you.” 

Marinette sighed. “Yeah, yeah.” She picked up the discarded quiche container and her bag. “I gotta go to class and see if Mme. Bustier needs help.” 

Alya frowned. “Marinette, wait.” 

“It’s okay, really.” Marinette assured her, before walking away. When she was climbing up the steps to the entrance, she sighed heavily. She didn’t really understand Alya’s logic sometimes. If she knew about Lila’s supposed lying disease, why did she put Lila’s trash on the Ladyblog? If Alya knew Lila’s lies had led to Marinette’s initial expulsion, why still defend her? Marinette shook the thoughts away, not wanting to get into that impeding headache. Lila Rossi was never worth her time. 

When she reached the entrance, Lila was leaning against the doors, her arms crossed. Her olive green eyes were glaring right at her. 

“Dupain-Cheng.” 

“Rossi.” 

Lila strutted up to her, getting uncomfortably close to her face. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t play along.” 

Marinette stared back, unimpressed. She really had more pressing issues than this weird power play Lila wanted to play. Leaning back and stepping to the side, she said, “I already told you I’m not scared of you, Lila.” 

Marinette didn’t spare her another glance. In some ways, she pitied Lila. What kind of life did you have that you were so desperate for attention you lied about everything, and tried to get rid of anyone else who called you out? 

She really hoped Alya would soon see sense. Adrien had once told her to take the high road, and honestly? Sometimes, it felt good to not let Lila’s lies get under her skin. 

Then again, when did Lila ever go down so simply? 

#miraclesingotham #maribat #its so long itll be two parts #rip #tw:death #tw: swearing #it was rated m for a reason guys #daminette #not there yet tho #mlb season 3 spoilers #maribat fanfic #mlb x dc #ml x dc

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Calm After the Storm

Without the influence of the King of Sky and Wind, the heavy seas finally began to die down. Like a man waking from a terrible dream, it returned to calmness. The crashing waves stopped as though they forgot where they were going and none formed behind them. The eddies swirled in confused currents, pushed by shifting wind that had been unmoored from the natural weather pattern by the dragon, leaving them to blow in one direction and then another. The wreckage of the ships of the Secret Party floated against these muddled currents. Bodies of monsters and men littered the water alongside debris. The survivors who managed to find a few lifeboats huddled in stunned silence, trying not to look into the sightless eyes of the dead, in case they saw someone they knew. One ship however, was completely unharmed and pushed forward. It was the rickety trawler that carried Lu Mingfei and Zero as well as the rest of his crew.

“Did the dragon skeleton actually sink?” Mai Sakatoku peered through her spyglass, searching for any sign of the dead dragon. She sighed and lowered it in exasperation. “What a waste.”

“We don’t have enough resources to handle a rescue operation of this magnitude.” Zero’s cold voice came over the intercom PA system on the ship. “However, the rescue boat should arrive shortly. I’ve received a message from the Branch of Italy that they were twenty miles out from us.”

“Oh good.” Mai shrugged. “He’ll be a little less annoying when he wakes up.” Lu Mingfei had promised his friend Fingel, the Vice Principal of Cassell College, that he would be the one to handle the King of Sky and Wind, but sadly, the greed of the Secret Party got in the way of his good intentions and suffered as a result. They were so bent on getting the skeleton for themselves that they had to attack their ship and shoot Lu Mingfei near to death, which meant, once the dragon started his attack in earnest, they had to deal with the problems themselves. The result was a huge loss of life and property.

She raised her spyglass again and her jaw clenched. She saw the silhouette of Tom Allman speeding toward him, carrying a person in his claws, like an eagle returning from its hunt with a fish. “What does that foolish boy think he’s doing?”

She rotated her shoulder to pull the sniper rifle off her back. She settled it against her shoulder and peered through the sight. She couldn’t let that man on this ship. If the Secret Party knew what they had here, it could ruin everything. There was no way to communicate with this boy. The rifle jumped in her hand and sent a bullet whizzing frighteningly close to Tom’s head. She saw his shadow suddenly twist wildly to get out of the way of it in response. “Honestly, you should know better than that, Tom.”

Tom got the message and turned away, but he didn’t release his prize. He folded his wings and dove back down to where an abandoned ship was half sticking up out of the water and rested there. Mai Sakatoku continued watching with her gun. He was too far away for her to see his face, but he was looking at her, his wings clapped shut, waiting. She flipped on her laser sight and lowered the pinpoint of light over his heart. “You know the rules.” She said quietly. “Now come home like a good little pigeon.”

But Tom Allman didn’t move. He bobbed up and down with the waves, continuing to look at her.

The voice in her head was soft and clear, as though Lu Mingfei were standing right next to her on the ship, watching the sky clear and the rays of the sun pierce them like dozens of spotlights on the dark ocean. “Let him come over.”

She continued to watch the boy but removed her finger from the trigger. “Boss, you’re awake?”

“Part of me still rules the world of dreams. Even if I’m not awake, I can still watch.” It was like he was standing right next to her. “The children can’t hide from the world forever. The world has now changed. They must be there to adapt to it and help shape the world. That’s the way of evolution, right?”

Mai couldn’t help but feel a chill run down her spine. He said those words so easily. But they were the words of Herzog. There was laughter in his voice, like it was a joke. “What are you going to do about the Secret Party?”

“I’ve already thought about that. The head of the Italian Branch is our ally, even if the entire School Board is our enemy. This has been demonstrated.”

Mai lowered her gun and nodded before turning on her heel and leaving the deck of the ship. “As you wish.”

Meanwhile, Tom used his claws to steady himself on the pitching shipwreck. “They’re letting me on?” He looked down at Brian. “Sorry to trouble you one more time.”

Brian was pale, his young face lined with fatigue. “It’s fine. I don’t know why you’re rescuing me.” His voice caught and he hung his head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Tom.”

“What you did in Norton Hall was a long time ago. And in the end, I’m glad it was you fighting me and not someone else. I got treatment. I survived. Put the regrets behind you.” Tom smiled a bit looking down at the other man. Brian’s uniform was torn up, his face was battered and bruised. Tom’s words didn’t seem to have an effect.

“That’s… not what I meant.” Tears started to fall onto Brian’s hands. “Ru’Yi was on the ship.” His grief poured out and he collapsed on the section of broken metal boat, burying his face in his arms. 

“I know. I know! I went back for her. I took her out of the ship. She’s okay!” Tom lifted him with his powerful wings and pulled him into an embrace. “She’s alive. Only… she’s not with me any more. I don’t think the person who took her will hurt her. But I need to get you to the boat so we can see what Mr. Lu has to say about this whole situation.”

Brian was stunned. “Ru’Yi’s alive?” Tom’s chest was as hard as a wooden board, full of dragon bones and muscles like steel cords. It was like being hugged by a gorilla. 

“Yes. Calm down.” Tom lowered his arms and Brian could observe that the last bone in the wings was actually his pinky finger, grown long and thick like a femur and webbed with a dragon-leather wing membrane that quivered like a sail in the wind. That grotesque pinky ended in a sickle-like claw about a foot long.  A monster like this would be hunted by the college, but here they embraced like old friends, looking at each other gently. 

“Anyone who finds you is going to try to kill you.” Brian said.

“I know. But Mr. Lu will help me. It's his fault after all.” Tom shrugged.

Brian didn’t resist when Tom Allman stepped around him.

“This will be a little uncomfortable. Just hold out your arms in a T shape. I’ll have to get some momentum to pick you up.”

Tom opened his wings and Brian could see his dragon shadow on the water for a moment before the man himself jumped from the boat. Brian watched his wings skim that water briefly before gaining height with incredible speed. The sound of his wings was like a large flag, snapping in the wind.

Brian obediently held open his arms. Those wings approached rapidly and he closed his eyes and braced himself.

Tom Allman hit him like a thunderbolt, knocking him off the boat, and then yanking him upward into the sky. It was so fast. As an Airman he had to say he reached 3 Gs at least. Tom didn’t bother with height since they were only headed for the boat. He slowed suddenly over the deck, his wing’s tilting awkwardly and then dropped Brian unceremoniously to the deck of Lu Mingfei’s ship.

“Oops. Sorry.” Tom landed a few feet away.

“I swear that was like you took a shit on the deck.” A voice interrupted from the PA system. 

Tom hung his head, blushing. 

“I am Zero, Executive Department Senior Agent Number 7332. You are Brian Switzer, Student number 5449. Despite your clearance on this ship, its existence is confidential, level SS clearance was granted by the Principal himself. You understand that this is special permission and can be revoked at any time. Betrayal will be met with deadly force.”

“I understand.” Brian said.

“Good.”

#2032 #Dragon Raja

[fatoomie2801]

his queen | kyoya tategami

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Metal Fusion

"Is there a Madoka here?" an unknown person asked.

"Yes," a girl with short brown hair responded. "I'm Madoka. Is there anything you need?"

"I need to fix... my bey..." the unknown person managed to say before falling on the floor unconscious, her almost entirely destroyed bey slipping out of her hand onto the floor in front of her. Madoka gasped with concern as she rushed to the person's side, calling someone named Gingka for help. Gingka carried the person downstairs and laid them on the bed in a spare room whilst Madoka fetched food and water for when they woke up. She also retrieved a towel and wet it with cold water, placing it on the forehead of the young girl who lay in the bed, hoping that she would wake up soon. Gingka remained by the side of the bed whilst Madoka inspected the girl's bey.

"Earth Columba 145WD. A balance type beyblade. I wonder what caused it to become so damaged like this," Madoka thought out loud. "This will take a really long time to repair."

A couple of days passed and the young girl remained unconscious in the bed, Gingka keeping an eye on her and Madoka working endlessly on repairing her bey. Gingka studied her features closely. Her skin was tanned and she had long, dark brown hair that reached all the way down to her lower back. Her hair was held together towards the ends with a golden clasp. As for her attire, she wore a white crop top, beige trousers, a beige jacket with sleeves that stopped just above her elbows, brown gloves, and brown shoes. She also wore a brown belt around her hips, which held all of her bey equipment, things such as her bey holder, launcher, and bey pointer. Her ears, neck, and wrists were adorned with gold jewellery, and she wore a simple golden hoop nose ring. Gingka was sure he had never seen her before and wondered where she had come from and what had happened to her to leave her in such a state.

Soon enough, she woke up and was met with Gingka sitting beside the bed.

"Madoka! She's awake!" he exclaimed as he ran out of the room. He returned with Madoka who had brought food and water for the girl. "Hey, are you okay?" Gingka questioned.

"Yeah, I guess. Where am I?" the girl responded.

"You're still at the mechanic shop. This is one of the spare rooms we have but the main part of the store is upstairs. It's my dad's store by the way," Madoka explained.

"What happened?" the girl questioned.

"You fell unconscious as soon as you walked in and it's been a couple of days since then," Madoka answered. "What's your name?"

"Ah, I'm Kiara. Kiara Otori. It's nice to meet you, Madoka and..." Kiara trailed off as she looked at the young boy with spiky red hair and mostly blue attire.

"Gingka. Gingka Hagane," Gingka finished off her sentence.

"Nice to meet you Gingka. Thank you, both of you, for letting me stay here and taking care of me," Kiara continued. "But what about my bey? Where's Columba?"

"I'm trying my best to repair it but it's going to take a lot longer than usual," Madoka replied.

"Yeah, your bey was really trashed," Gingka added. "What happened?"

"I lost a really important battle," Kiara answered, lowering her head as she spoke. Madoka and Gingka looked at her with sympathetic expressions on their faces.

"To who?" Gingka asked.

"My boyfriend. Well, I guess he's my ex now," Kiara replied. Madoka placed a hand on Kiara's shoulder, ensuring that she could trust them and tell them her story. "He's a really strong blader. All he wanted was to become stronger and stronger until he was the most powerful blader in the world. He had always wanted to use my power and strength to his advantage, and when I refused to let him do that, he crushed my bey and took everything I had from me."

"That's so sad. I'm so sorry, Kiara," Madoka sympathised. "It'll be alright. I am trying my best to get your bey repaired so that it'll be just like a brand new one. You can stay here until you feel better, okay?"

Kiara smiled at Madoka's kind actions and looked at Gingka as he began to speak.

"Wanna meet my friends?" he asked, excitedly. Kiara smiled and agreed to go with Gingka to the bey park, Gingka making sure she took it easy as she had just recently woken up.

Upon arrival, the two walked into a room filled with small bey stadiums surrounded by young bladers who battled passionately with each other. Kiara followed Gingka as he led her to meet his friends.

"This is Kenta," Gingka gestured towards a small boy with green hair, brown eyes, and an adorable smile. Kiara crouched down to his height as she was a couple of inches taller than Gingka, and wanted to greet the little boy whilst being level with him. She reached her hand out in order to shake his.

"I'm Kiara," she smiled. "It's really nice to meet you. Aren't you just adorable?" She softly pinched his cheeks, causing both him and Gingka to chuckle in response.

"Nice to meet you too, Kiara," Kenta responded, immediately taking a liking to the girl. "Do you wanna battle?"

"Sure," she replied. "Ah, wait, Kenta. I don't have my bey with me. It's being repaired by Madoka."

"Oh yeah," Gingka remembered. "Let me go and get you a temporary bey to battle with for the time being, okay? Wait here." Gingka left and returned with a bey for Kiara to use while she battled Kenta.

"Okay. 3! 2! 1! Let it rip!" Kenta and Kiara both launched their beys into the stadium.

"Go Sagittario!" Kenta ordered.

"Go now! Get him!" Kiara retaliated.

"What?! Kenta, why are you battling without telling us?" a trio of young boys questioned.

"Yeah, and who's this?" the one with spiky blue hair asked.

"This is Kiara, you guys," Gingka answered instead. He waited until the battle was over to introduce her to the trio.

"Go Sagittario! Flame Claw!" Kenta used his special move and sent Kiara's bey flying out of the stadium. "Yay! I won! I won! Did you see that Gingka?"

"Yes I did, Kenta," Gingka responded, ruffling the young boy's hair.

"If I had Columba, your victory would not have been so easy, okay?" Kiara laughed as she high fived Kenta. "Well done, though. You seem to be a strong little blader."

"Thank you. I'm working really hard to become just as strong as Gingka, you know," he replied. Gingka laughed and ensured Kenta that with a lot of hard work and practice, that day was sure to come soon. He then turned to Kiara to introduce her to the trio of young boys from earlier.

"Kiara, this is Osamu," Gingka pointed to the boy with brown hair and a red shirt. "Takashi," he gestured to the taller boy with blonde hair and a pale blue shirt. "And Akira," he said, as he pointed towards the remaining boy in the group, the shortest of the bunch, with dark blue hair and a matching coloured shirt. After meeting them, they all demanded to battle Kiara, and she agreed, spending the rest of her day battling Gingka's friends. Although the bey she currently possessed was temporary, she managed to use it to her advantage, and by the end of it all, she had won the most battles.

"Wow, she's such a good blader!" Akira commented. Kiara smiled shyly.

"She hasn't won against me though, remember?" Kenta added, facing the much taller girl. "I beat you with my Flame Sagittario." 

Kiara bent her knees so that she could meet Kenta's height. "I will beat you someday, Kenta. Make sure you practice hard so that I won't have to go easy on you when my Earth Columba is repaired, okay?" She tapped her finger on the young boy's nose as she spoke. Kenta giggled at both her words and actions.

"I'll train hard every day with Gingka and Benkei, isn't that right?" Kenta spoke as he looked up at Gingka. The name Benkei was unfamiliar to Kiara so she stood back up to Gingka's height to question who he was.

"I'm right here," a taller, larger person with purple hair and a beanie walked into the room. "Hey, Gingka. Hey, Kenta. Who's this?"

"Hey, Benkei. This is Kiara. Can you believe I beat her with my Sagittario?" Kenta answered.

"You go, Kenta! That must be the result of the special training we did together," reacted Benkei. He was proud of Kenta and this showed Kiara that they must all have a close relationship. Kiara and Benkei spent some time battling each other, Kiara losing to him every time. She slowly became frustrated that she couldn't use Columba, her partner, but knew that there was nothing she could do about her situation.

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"You love me, don't you, my dove?"

"I do, I promise, but I can't let you do this. It's wrong to steal power from others, when will you understand that?!"

"Seems to me like you're the one who needs to understand! Let it rip!"

"Argh, let it rip! Go Columba! Special move: Harmonious Descent!"

"That won't work on me, my dove. You of all people should know that! Go now!"

"I beg you, don't do this!"

"If only you truly loved me, you'd understand! Get out of my way! Do it now! Tear this little pigeon to pieces!"

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"Kiara?" Gingka tapped Kiara on her shoulder, disturbing her from her deep thoughts. "You okay?"

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the rest of chapter 1 is available on wattpad:

#kyoya tategami #fanfic #beyblade metal fight #beyblade #gingka hagane #tsubasa otori #yu tendo #kenta yumiya #ryuga kishatu

[fourdaysofrain]

Self-Made Man

Summary: A Trans!Tony Stark AU. 

(Lengthy, personal author’s note below the cut, if you’re interested.)

Natasha Marie Stark was born twelve minutes before midnight on May 29th, 1970. She weighed a healthy seven pounds and two ounces when she arrived. She was the most beautiful thing that either of her parents had ever seen. And she was screaming loud enough to scare the pigeons from the trees outside.

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Well, hey everyone. It’s been a handful of months since I’ve been on here. I want to apologize for being gone, but that feels kind of phony. I don’t know. I missed this, though. I can tell you that much. I still checked my notifications every once in a while. It made me really glad to see people still commenting on my fics or passing my links around. Love y’all. 

I guess it’s about time that I tell you that I’m trans. I have been this whole time. To answer a few quick questions, I first knew sometime in late high school, but it was always kind of in the background my whole life, I just didn’t know how to isolate the feeling. I started socially transitioning (i.e. dressing male, coming out, going by he/him) after my high school graduation, and I started HRT (Horomone replacement therapy, that means I inject myself with testosterone weekly. .33mL subcutaneously into my tummy, if you’re curious) on Oct. 12, 2018. So it’s been almost two years since, and I’ve been completely passing as a man for quite a while. Ass-crack hair, sweat, and all. 

This is a pretty personal fic for me, given the nature of it. I’ve wanted to write it for a long time, and I’ve actually had words in the Google Doc since January. It took a lot of long nights to write. It helped that I was back home. I always have an easier time tapping into Trans Emotions when I’m in my home town, for better or for worse. All the memories and relationships I formed pre-transition follow me like ghosts. 

I’m leaving for college in two days, conversationally. 

I see a lot of trans!Peter Parker fics. I’m not dissing them, I love them to bits. But it makes me wonder why fandom is so quick to headcanon Peter as trans instead of one of the other characters. He’s petite, has a higher voice, and has softer features than the other male cast members. I feel like those attributes definitely play a role. It can be easy to see trans men as “uwu soft bois”, or as Men Lite, or as a more palatable version of “normal” (that is to say, cis) men. Those ideas are often flawed and based on transphobic foundations. The reality is, trans men (and by extension, all trans people) have the ability to be indiscernible from their cis counterparts. Everyone likes to think they can pick trans people out from a crowd, but you’d be surprised how quickly I started being read as male. Androcentrism for the win, I guess. 

I won’t be entirely pessimistic. I understand that people my age project onto Peter (I am by no means exempt from that), and that there’s a greater number of young trans people than old, due to a series of depressing reasons. But I still wanted to try a different take on a trans character. 

My experience as a trans man is vastly different than the one I write about here. If anything, I’m closer to fandom’s idea of trans!Peter. My parents were accepting, I had the financial and social means to transition relatively early, and I can fly under the radar easily. The most important difference is the time period. 

I don’t know a lot about the trans experience of the 80s and 90s, which is what Tony would have gone through. I know of one single trans man who began his transition back then, one of the gender studies professors at my university. Even then, he’s from Canada, which I’m assuming has an entirely different culture around trans lives. There aren’t many older trans men. It’s depressing. There’s a lot of reasons for this. I don’t want to get too deep into them, because it only makes me feel sad. The final scene in this fic is extremely self-indulgent with regards to this. I wrote what I needed to hear. 

That’s not to say I don’t relate at all to what I wrote. There are themes that are almost universal for the trans experience. I hope you can parse those out here.

I also wanted to talk about how I showed the change from “Natasha” to Tony. In the early stages of this fic’s development, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to openly say Tony’s deadname (the name trans people are given at birth, and often, but not 100% of the time, change as a part of their transition), but I soon realized that it would make the story much clearer with the inclusion of it. If you’re wondering, I got the name from Earth-3490, where Tony is born a woman (and marries Steve, lol). I chose to show the change between the two with the use of past tense for the first half of the fic, and switching to present for Tony’s life. Often times, it feels like that when you transition. You start living in present tense. 

I also want to make it clear that transitioning isn’t as simple as shown here. From the beginning of mapping out this fic, I was stressed about “Oh, how will he be able to graduate as Tony if he doesn’t start transitioning until after he gets to college,” and “How will Howard react to him coming out?” and “How will he have a playboy persona if he isn’t able to have sex with someone without them knowing?” and a zillion other ideas. It was very freeing for me to let go of some of these obstacles and leave it up to the reader to decide. I alluded to some of the solutions that I came up with, but for the most part, I glossed over the paperwork and bureaucracy aspect to transitioning. But in real life, there are countless red tapes you have to cut for even the simplest of actions. I went to the state court to change my name and sex in March of 2019, and I still have cards in my wallet with my deadname. I had a consult with a plastic surgeon for top surgery (the colloquial name for the double mastectomy that trans men often go through to masculinize their chests. If you’re wondering, genital reconstruction surgery is normally called bottom surgery to mirror this) last December, and I still don’t have a date set. It took me a few months to start T, and I only got it so easily because I went through my unviersity, which does informed consent. Some places have to have proof of 6 months of social transitioning and a letter from a therapist. There is a lot of medical gate keeping in the trans community. I don’t know what I would have done had my parents not been accepting enough to help me through the processes. I am extremely thankful for their support. 

But it’s a lot easier to write about transition happening smoothly. Money helps, which I don’t touch on a lot in this fic, but oh my God, does money help. I’m lucky enough to be able to afford my ~$20 a month T prescription (which I will be taking until the end of my days, likely), and I’m in the process of saving for top surgery. Thankfully with Tony, I can just presto most of the problems away because he’s canonically a billionaire. Eat the rich, folks.

There’s also the intersection with race that is very impactful for trans people, as it is for everyone. Both Tony and I are white, which gives us societal privileges that trans people of color don’t have access to. As well as the fact that transitioning from female to male is a much different experience than transitioning from male to female. We don’t experience trans misogyny, which is a special kind of misogyny specifically related to trans women. (Think of old sitcoms where the joke is that it’s a man dressed in women’s clothing, and that’s what makes it funny. That’s a fairly tame example of trans misogyny. It gets ugly fast.) 

I’m veering dangerously off-topic, but it’s important to talk about. It’s easy for white trans people (and LGBT people as a whole, I suppose) to distance themselves from talking about white privilege or male privilege because they aren’t straight and/or cis. But it’s important to recognize that while we may face unique oppression, we also still benefit from historical white supremacist and patriarchal structures present today in society. 

Sorry, not sorry for getting political. And if I haven’t said it on here, Black lives matter. Of course. 

If you end up having trans-related questions, I want to be a resource for you. Seriously, I’m narcissistic and love talking about myself I don’t mind helping you understand the trans experience. I can’t promise that I know everything, but I also have my own group of trans friends who might know what I don’t, and we can learn together. 

Again, love y’all. Thank you for the continued support you give me. I can’t promise that I’ll go back to my normal level of activity on here, but I might dip my feet back in the pool. <3

#irondad #iron dad #spider-man #iron man #trans #ftm #art speaks #art writes #read under the cut if you want to know my Emotions and Feelings