#I can write him with a super power maybe where he can dream himself into the upside down

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The FTC has Big Pharma’s number

On November 27, I'm appearing at the Toronto Metro Reference Library with Facebook whistleblower Frances Haugen.

On November 29, I'm at NYC's Strand Books with my novel The Lost Cause, a solarpunk tale of hope and danger that Rebecca Solnit called "completely delightful."

The most consistent bright spot in the dark swirl of US politics is the competence of the Biden Administration's progressive enforcers: people like Rohit Chopra, Jonathan Kanter and Lina Khan, who keep demonstrating just how far a good administrator can go. Anyone can have a vision, but knowing how to execute is the difference between hot air and real change:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/23/getting-stuff-done/#praxis

Take a minute to contrast Biden's administrators with Trump's: Trump's administrators had an ideological vision just as surely as Biden's do, and Trump himself had a much more pronounced and explicit ideology than Biden, whose governance style is much more about balancing the Democratic Party's blocs than bringing about a specific set of policies:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/06/personnel-are-policy/#janice-eberly

But whatever clarity of vision the Trump administration brought to DC was completely undermined by its incompetence (thankfully!). Apart from one gigantic tax break, Trump couldn't get stuff done. He couldn't deliver, because he'd lose his temper or speak out of turn:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/14/when-youve-lost-the-fedsoc/#anti-buster-buster

And his administrators followed his lead. Scott Pruitt was appointed to run the EPA after a career spent suing the agency. It could have been the realization of his life's dream to dismantle environmental law in America and open the floodgates for unlimited, wildly profitable corporate pollution and pillaging. But the dream died because he kept getting embroiled in absurd scandals – like the time he sent his staffers out to drive around all night looking for a good deal on a used mattress:

https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/politics-news/epa-s-pruitt-told-aide-obtain-old-mattress-trump-hotel-n879836

Or his insistence on installing a CIA-style "Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility" (SCIF) so he could play super-spy while reading memos:

https://www.cnn.com/2018/04/26/politics/epa-administrator-scott-pruitt-sound-proof-booth-scif/index.html

Or the time he sent his security detail to the Ritz-Carlton to demand that they supply him lots of little bottles of his favorite hand-cream:

https://www.vox.com/2018/6/7/17439044/scott-pruitt-ritz-carlton-moisturizing-lotion

There were other examples in the Trump administration, but Priutt is such a good case-study. He's like a guy who spent his whole life training to compete in the Olympics, and finally got a shot, only to be disqualified for ordering too much room-service in the Olympic Village. Priutt was wildly ambitious, but he was profoundly undisciplined – and wildly incompetent.

Compare that with Biden's progressive enforcers and agency heads, who showed up on the first day of work with an encyclopedic knowledge of their administrative powers, and detailed plans for using them to transform the lives of the American people for the better:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/18/administrative-competence/#i-know-stuff

The Biden administration's competence translates into action, getting stuff done. Maybe that shouldn't surprise us, given the difference between the stories that reactionaries and progressives tell about where change comes from.

In reactionary science fiction, we enter the realm of the "Competent Man" story. Think of a Heinlein hero, who is "able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly."

In Competent Man stories, a unitary hero steps into the breach and solves the problem – if not single-handedly, then as the leader of others, whose lesser competence is a base metal that the Competent Man hammers into a tempered blade:

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Creator/RobertAHeinlein

Contrast this with a progressive tale, like, say, Kim Stanley Robinson's Ministry For the Future, where the Competent Man is replaced by the Competent Administration, in which people of goodwill and technical competence figure out how to join forces to create population-scale architectures of participation that allow every person to contribute their skills and perspective:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/03/ministry-for-the-future/#ksr

The right's whole ideology insists that the world can only be saved by Competent Men. As Corey Robin writes in The Reactionary Mind, the unifying factor that binds together conservative factions from monarchists to racists to Christian Dominionists is the belief that a few of us are born to rule, and the rest to be ruled over:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/05/25/mafia-logic/#mafia-logic

The Reaganite insistence that governments are, by their very nature, incompetent and malign ("The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, 'I’m from the government, and I’m here to help'"), means that conservatives deny the possibility of a Competent Administration.

When conservatives take office and proceed to bungle the most basic elements of administration, they're fulfilling their own campaign narrative, which starts with "We must dismantle the government because it is bad at everything." Conservatives who govern badly prove their own point, which explains a lot about the UK Tory Party's long run of governmental failure and electoral success:

https://apnews.com/article/uk-suella-braverman-fired-cabinet-shuffle-7ea6c89306a427cc70fba75bc386be79

There's a small mercy in the fact that so many of the most ideologically odious and extreme conservative governments are so technically incompetent in governing, and thus accomplish so little of their agendas.

But the inverse – the incredible competence of the best progressive administrators – is nothing short of a delight to witness. Here's the latest example to cross my path: the FTC has intervened in a lawsuit over generic insulin pricing, on an issue that is incredibly technically specific and also fantastically important:

https://www.fiercepharma.com/pharma/ftc-blasts-pharmas-abuse-fda-patent-system-sanofi-mylans-insulin-monopoly-lawsuit

The underlying case is before the FDA, and it concerns the dirty tricks that pharma giant Sanofi used to keep Mylan from making a generic version of Mylan's Lantus insulin after its patent expired.

There's an explicit bargain in patents: inventors can enlist the government to punish their rivals for copying their ideas, but in exchange, the government demands that the inventor has to describe how the invention works in a detailed patent filing, and when the patent expires, 20 years later, rivals can use the patent application as instructions for freely copying and selling the invention. In other words: you get 20 years of exclusive rights in return for facilitating your competitors' copying and selling your invention when the 20 years are up.

Pharma doesn't like this, naturally: not content with 20 years of exclusivity, they want the government to step in and punish their competitors forever. In service to that end, pharma companies have perfected a process called evergreening, where they dribble out ancillary patents after their initial filing, covering minor reformulations, delivery systems, or new uses.

Evergreening got a moment in the public eye earlier this year, with John Green's viral campaign to shame Johnson & Johnson out of using evergreening to restrict poor countries' access to TB medication:

https://armandalegshow.com/episode/john-green-part-1/

The story of pharma is that it commands gigantic profits, but it invests those profits into medicines that save our lives. The reality is that most of the key underlying pharma research is publicly funded (by Competent Administrators who apportion funding to promising scientific inquiry). Pharma companies' most inventive genius is devoted to inventing new evergreening tactics:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/19/solid-tumors/#t-cell-receptors

That's where the FTC comes in, in this Sanofi-Mylan case. To facilitate the production of generic, off-patent drugs, the FDA maintains a database called the "Orange Book," where pharma companies are asked to enumerate all the ancillary patents associated with a product whose patent is expiring. That way, generics manufacturers who make their own version of these public domain drugs and therapeutics don't accidentally stumble over one of those later patents – say, by replicating a delivery system or special coating that is still in patent.

This is where the endless, satanic inventiveness of the pharma sector comes in. You see, US law provides for triple damages for "willful patent infringement." If you are a generics manufacturer eyeing up a drug whose patent is about to expire and you are notified that some other patents might be implicated in your plans, you must ensure that you don't accidentally infringe one of those patents, or face business-destroying statutory damages.

So pharma companies stuff the Orange Book full of irrelevant patent claims they say may be implicated in a generic manufacture program. Each of these claims has to be carefully evaluated, both by a scientific team and a legal team, because patents are deliberately obfuscated in the hopes of tricking an inattentive patent examiner into granting patents for unpatentable "inventions":

https://blueironip.com/patents-that-hide-the-ball/

What's more, when a pharma giant notifies the FDA that it has ancillary patents that are relevant to the Orange Book, this triggers a 30-month delay before a generic can be marketed – adding 2.5 years to the 20 year patent term. That delay is sometimes enough to cause a manufacturer to abandon plans to market a generic drug – so the delay isn't 2.5 years, it's infinite.

This is a highly technical, highly consequential form of evergreening. It's obscure as hell, and requires a deep understanding of patent obfuscation, ancillary patent filings, generic pharma industry practice, and the FDA's administrative procedures.

Sanofi's Orange Book entry for Lantus insulin listed 50 related patent claims. Of these, 48 were invalidated through "inter partes" review (basically the Patent Office decided they shouldn't have allowed these claims to be included on a patent). Neither of the remaining two claims were found to be relevant to the manufacture of generic Lantus.

This is where the FTC's filing comes in: their amicus brief doesn't take a position whether Sanofi's Orange Book entries were fraudulent, but they do ask the FDA to intervene to prevent Orange Book stuffing because "improper listings can cause significant harm to competition and consumers."

This is the kind of boring, technical, important stuff that excellent administrators can do. The FTC's brief is notice to the FDA that it should amend its procedures to ban (and punish) Orange Book abuse. That will make it possible for you, a person who needs medicine, to get that medicine more cheaply and quickly. In America's pay-for-use privatized healthcare hellscape, this could be a life-or-death matter.

There's plenty of things the Biden administration is getting very, very badly wrong, but we shouldn't lose sight of how its progressive wing is making real, lasting change for the better. Competent Administrations are the true peoples' champions. They beat Competent Men every time.

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

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/23/everorangeing/#taste-the-rainbow

#pluralistic

[figurativepieceoftrash]

Avid supporter of avoiding your wips.

Not sure if you have something you specifically want to write but Fiend!Aki has been rotting in my own drafts with no where to go

There were so many ways I could've interpreted this prompt and I'm almost 100% certain I did it wrong but here's an Asa/War spin on the Aki and Gun Devil situation, for, y'know, funsies

Sorry it took so long, I ended up procrastinating on this just like I do my wips, so y'know, obviously this exercise worked out super well :P

Here you go regardless <33

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Aki doesn’t remember much about the incident.

The sound of gunshots. Scattered screams. A stinging, smokey smell thick in the air, as dense and inescapable as the aftermath of Obon. Cold metal smattered across his taste buds, rife with the selfsame rust-touched exigency as blood.

He’d been dreaming, or so Denji relates from the bedside of a maximum security hospital room. A dream he’s certain he could recall, if he wished to. He doesn’t.

Makima had called him lucky, as she’d studied him with those hypnotic, unblinking eyes. Unharmed, save a few noncommittally lingering scars. 

She’d dragged a slow, lazy finger across the red band of his upper arm, and his heart had raced thrice as swiftly in his chest. Said something about them having to reattach it in the ER, about Denji having done quite the number.

Aki hadn’t heard a thing. He’d been far too busy staring into those eyes. They’d lit something in the back of his brain, a sharp, nagging spark of recognition, persistent and enduring. It was only then he’d thought to ask after the Angel Devil, only then that he’d been certain the two were conversing, when it’d happened.

The spark in the barrel. The moment of ignition. The suckerpunch recoil.

Makima had just smiled. Pressed a smooth, gentle fingertip to Aki’s lips. Somehow, after that, the question didn't matter. It still doesn’t.

“You’re a very unique specimen, Aki,” Makima had noted, head cocked and eyes alight with dark curiosity, “can you tell me why the Gun Devil has taken such a keen interest in you?”

He’d tried not to flinch at the name. He’s still upset that he’d failed. “No. Just that I wish it hadn’t.”

The corners of her mouth had twitched at that. Such a minute movement, so human, but Aki had found an impression of intentionality in it, somehow. The careful, premeditated performance of organic vulnerability.

“You’d rather it left you to die?”

He’d thought of Power, then. Of Denji. No. 

The death count still rolling across the wall-mounted hospital television, the footage of a gun barrel protruding from his forehead, his brother, his parents, his commitment. Yes.

What he says is “maybe.”

She’d laughed at that, high and clear as a bell, and Aki isn’t even angry for it. He can’t be. It’s Makima.

“I’m glad,” she’d said, “that you’re mine.”

Aki couldn’t agree more. He just wishes the back of his brain would too. It’s still sounding off even now, muted as it is. Still doesn’t like the look of Makima, of her eyes.

Still thinks of Angel, even when Aki finds he can’t.

“This sucks.” Power’s complaints had been predictably ineloquent. “The apartment is trashed so I can’t see Meowy, this hospital is super boring, and Denji doesn’t even have enough cash to buy me stuff from the vending machine. I’m hunggggryyyyy!”

She wasn’t trying to be insensitive, Aki knew. If things had been difficult for her after their run in with the Darkness Devil, they were even more difficult now that she’d seen one of the few enduring constants in her life behave unpredictably. Dangerously. Lethally.

He’d almost killed Denji. Several times he’d almost killed Denji. So he’d offered her an arm.

“Here. Only take a little. If you bite too hard I’ll knee you in the stomach.”

She’d been quick to accept the offer and even quicker to disregard the warning, needle-sharp teeth breaking over his skin and digging straight into sensitive nerves. He’d forced himself to take his eyes off the river of stray blood that slid down his bicep. It resurfaced too many memories. Memories of gunshots and screams, smoke and metal.

“Yuck!” The exclamation had taken him completely by surprise. Doubly so when Power had withdrawn to spit the contents of her mouth down the front of his hospital gown. “Fiend blood can be so gross. This stuff tastes like steel.”

“Thanks,” he’d muttered darkly, thoughts turning over the heart of her complaint as he’d risen to visit the bathroom. 

Fiend blood. 

It was the first time anyone had said it aloud, in those terms. He's fine with amalgam. With anomaly. Even threat is alright, considering that it is, for all intents and purposes, accurate.

And the fact that it, like its equally vague, shapeless peers, places distance between Aki and the thing he's become. A thin wall of uncertainty to shield the was from the is. The familiar from the unthinkable.

Aki always thought he hated false comforts. Now, he's beginning to suspect he'd just never been introduced to a truth worthy of delusion.

It visits him sometimes, the Gun Devil, always in the dead of night and always terribly, gut-wrenchingly accusatory. Vaguely translucent, it positions itself in the corner of his room and stays there. Mute. Gleaming. Inhumanely still.

Power and Denji can't see it, of course, which means that one way or another, it resides in Aki’s head. This should be comforting, according to Makima, the fact that the Gun Devil is contained, and better, under control of the Japanese government.

There's no real control to this though, Aki thinks, the strange pseudo-peace between himself and the time bomb ticking within the fragile confines of his skull. Just the illusion of it.

He doesn't recall anything leading up to the inciting incident. Doesn't know how he died or what allowed the devil to take control. Why it lost it, following his concussion. When it might try its luck again.

This is why Aki has been forced to reside in the Commission’s headquarters, subject to intrusive levels of surveillance and constant physical surveys. Partial host autonomy isn't unheard of, in the case of fiends, but it is exceedingly rare, especially regarding beings of the Gun Devil's caliber.

Aki imagines he can't be as singular as Denji, but then again, Denji isn't quite so unpredictable. The Gun Devil can't be sated by the promise of simple pleasure, can't be reasoned with, or even communicated with, to Aki’s most meticulous observation.

It's as thoughtless as it is brutal, the epitome of action without thought. Maybe this is because it's technically incomplete, or maybe it's because the concept it represents is ultimately more tool than perpetrator. Aki can't say.

Can't force himself to care, either.

He glares at the thing when it shows its presence, hurling the occasional obscenity in the case that he's certain of his own seclusion. Nothing impacts it though, not really. It just stares, and stares, and stares.

Makima’s visits are sporadic at first, cursory and seemingly meaningless, but they grow with time, both in consistency and purpose. Oddly enough, most of her inquiries don't relate to Aki’s condition. They relate to Denji.

“Is he progressing socially with the staff?”

“How attached would you say he is to his new accommodations?”

“Is he happy?”

Aki doesn't question Makima's seeming obsession–in all honesty, he suspects he couldn't if he wanted to. He just nods along or shakes his head as required, answering swiftly and candidly as he's able.

Giving Makima the things she wants is second nature, simpler and more automatic than breathing. He never thinks to question it, if he even thinks at all.

The Gun Devil appears sometimes, just after she leaves the room. These are the only occasions in which it seems to display agency, or at the very least, some degree of behavioral variation. Because then, it doesn't stare at Aki. It stares at the door.

It stares after Makima.

“Does the Chainsaw Devil ever do that?” He can't help but ask over a tray of bland hospital food. Power and Denji already swiped up everything with flavor. “Manifest visually?”

“Like, can I see him? Nah.” Denji frowns, the expression oddly melancholic. “Wish I could, though.”

And Aki is just as lost as ever.

The doctors tell him his vitals are normal. That his brainwaves are consistent. Obviously his head isn't a gun.

“You can't transform at will?” One asks, eyebrow raised. “That's unusual, based on what we've observed.”

Aki just shrugs. What about his situation isn't?

He gets the impression that the commission is dissatisfied with his lack of control over the Gun Devil, presumably because it means they can't effectively employ it.

“We've lost more than we've gained here,” one surveyor whispers to another when they think he's asleep, though he isn't quite lucid enough to catch the rest of it. He does think on though, at least until Makima returns and his mind, once again, goes numb.

Things are consistent, for a good while. Predictable. Almost comfortable, if he ignores his midnight visitor. Power finds a hobby in harassing the hallway guards. Aki learns the weekly rotation schedule of his doctors. Denji is relaxed again. Contented, just like Makima seems to desire.

And Aki, too, is happy. Until one night, without warning or prior fanfare, something changes.

It's dark outside, far past one in the morning, and silent for it. Nothing distracts Aki from his mute, late night musings aside from Power and Denji’s soft, even breathing and the familiar background whirr of facility electronics.

And then, something speaks.

“You should run.”

Aki jolts up, ramrod straight, in bed, stirring, but not waking, Denji and Power with the motion. The voice is foreign, deep and grating like rebar dragging across concrete, and it sets every nerve in his body immediately on edge.

His gaze lands, immediately, on the figure in the corner of the room. His body with a full pistol for a head. The thing is stone-still. Expressionless, insofar as a gun can be.

But somehow, he's absolutely certain he heard it talk.

He wraps a protective arm around each form at his side, trying to ignore the persistent shaking that's overtaken his hands. “Are you threatening me?”

It cocks its head to the side, as if in contemplation. Waits for a moment. Makes an odd noise somewhere between a click and a whirr.

“She's coming. You should run.”

Aki blinks, perturbed. “She?”

“She.” It nods, slow and self-assured. “You won't like what happens after.”

“I– what the Hell is that supposed to mean?”

As if in explanation, the thing raises a hand, ring and pinky finger pressed to the palm, and points purposefully at first Power, then Denji, performing short, jolting upwards motions towards each. A firing fingergun.

Aki's blood runs icecold.

“You're going to make me hurt them again, aren't you?”

“No.” It somehow has the gall to sound offended. “She is.”

“She? Who the fuck is she? I don't–”

“Control.” It says the word with such fearful, adorant gravity. As if it's speaking of a superior. As if it's speaking of a god. “She approaches.” Then, in a sharp, purposeful whisper, a bullet from a barrel, it utters the word again. “Run.”

Aki doesn't trust the thing. Not even moderately. But hearing this thing, this vast, limitless, horrible, inhuman thing, express terror, of all emotions, is enough to light a fire under his ass. To force adrenaline through his veins. To break him from his odd, trancelike haze.

He shakes Power with one hand and Denji with the other.

“How dare you wake the great, indomitable Power while she's resting, you absolute–”

“Hey, what the hell, man? I was dreamin’ about tits–”

“Shut up.” And like dogs at a whistle, they do. “We're going out for a run. Get your shoes, we can't take anything else.”

There must be something in his tone, because neither protest. Just nod with varying degrees of enthusiasm and run to the mat at the doorside to retrieve their sneakers.

The halls are labyrinthine, and Aki doesn't know them well. Navigating them is a guessing game in broad daylight; after dark, it's an impossibility.

But Power seems to know where she's going, either by smell or by sound, and when she decides to lead the way through the Commission facility's winding corridors, Aki makes the bold decision to follow her lead.

Usually the place never sleeps, constantly outfitted and operated by federal pencil-pushers and devil-hunters alike, but tonight, it's completely and utterly empty. Even the guards outside of Aki’s room are absent.

“Somethin's off,” Denji voices Aki’s concerns between hastened breaths, “like, really off. This place feels… weird.”

It would be impossible to disagree. The difference may be strange and implacable, aside from the lack of personal, but it does.

“How'd you know?”

Aki tried to shrug. Tries not to look at the thing keeping pace besides him. It may look calm, but he knows that the truth is anything but. Fear is radiating off it in waves, fear and a cold, overpowering desire for liberation.

“Just did.”

The thing at his side offers updates, as they run.

“She knows you've left the room.”

“She follows, close behind.”

“It is likely she will catch you.”

They aren't particularly helpful.

Not until, the trio turn a corner, exit suddenly in sight, to hear a fourth tactile presence enter the hallway.

“She's here.”

And she is. The approaching clack of heeled footfalls confirms it. The sense of oppressive calm that washes over Aki, a blanket. The familiar voice that wraps around the walls to reach his ears.

“Stop running.”

And he does. How couldn't he? It's Makima.

Denji stops too, turning on his heel with a massive, world-spanning grin, but Power doesn't. She keeps running until she hits the doors, only turning to cast a terrified scowl over her shoulder.

“Not safe!” She growls, animalistic, “keep running! Keep running!”

“It's just Makima.” Denji sounds so sure of himself. And he should. All is right in the world. All is calm. Makima will fix things. She always does.

And then, she's in sight, cheerful and unblinking, and Aki can't help but grin in turn.

“Come here,” she orders him, arms outstretched. And the order is for him, he knows, he can feel it. “Not you,” she adds, likely to Denji, “just him, for now.”

So instead, Denji speaks. “Makima, something weird’s going on, the place is totally empty and–”

“Shhh.” Soft and gentle, that's how the sound escapes her lips. Like silk Like a sigh.

“You walk to your death.” The Gun Devil, again. Only this time, its words mean nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. “You readily embrace it. Do not be so foolish.”

As Aki draws near, her arms wrap around him like a cradle, head resting against her shoulder. The low, warning roar grinding through his mind fades to nonexistence. 

“It wasn't supposed to happen like this,” she breathes in the crux of his neck, “so suddenly. You were meant to die then, you know. Now, I don't think I'll let you die at all. That might be more effective, hm? At least as a failsafe.”

Aki nods. Of course Makima is right. She always is.

“Makima?” Denji doesn't sound scared. Not yet. Just confused. “What's going on? Is this–”

“Denji?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Shut up.”

They're odd words, coming from Makima’s lips. Odd, and callous, and just upsetting enough that the Gun Devil's words are able to find an opening, one last time.

“Run.”

Aki would like to say he tries. But he doesn't.

“Transform.”

And then, Aki's world goes black.

#csm #my writing #ask tag #et tu Cyber #I'm sorry if this is like. really bad hchffhjvjg #I've never written for csm before so uh. fingers crossed #didn't want to disappoint you so I sorta just went for it lol

[gabessquishytum]

I have been binge-watching SCP Foundation videos on youtube, and it got my noggin a’workin on an Eldritch Euclid-type SCP monster known simply as “Dream”, a being that is capable of making and controlling dreams. He is sometimes referred to as Morpheus but it’s unclear whether this is simply a reference to the Greek god of the same name, or perhaps a name from a time when he was still human.

Okay, so I’m going to stop there, as I am actually incapable of writing the really scientific prose that is prevalent in SCP videos LOL But essentially, SCP Dream still has all the powers of our Dream, and is also capable of traversing to the waking world.

I’m torn between 2 possible aus here. One, an au where Hob meets Dream when he’s still a kid and befriends the eldritch being unknowingly in his dreams. There actually exists a fic with this same concept, only friendlier cause Dream was Hob’s imaginary friend, but I’d like to go a darker route where Dream becomes possessive of Hob, which is funny because he thought of the kid as a nuisance at first, amusing but annoying, so Dream doesn’t break Hob’s mind immediately. Yay. Instead he allows the child to visit him at night when he’s asleep. I’m imagining Dream making up dreams to keep Hob occupied, finding Hob’s reactions to be really entertaining. Oh and a possible scene where Hob laments to his dream friend about his trouble with bullies at school, and Dream acts dismissive to his plight as always, but miraculously his bullies all had mysterious medical emergencies and won’t be coming to school for awhile. And as the years go by, Dream grows more and more attached to Hob, to the point where he refuses to let Hob wake up, and he starts tempting Hob with sweeter dreams. Maybe some sexy dreams too, cause Hob is such a beautiful young man now, and Dream can't help but notice the way Hob has grown in certain places. COUGH HOBOOOBIES COUGH. I like to think Hob will refuse, maybe he bulk orders coffee or something, which will anger Dream and cue the dubcon/noncon scene huehuehueheuhuehue

The other au is where Hob is a SCP foundation researcher assigned to Dream, and of course our favorite eldritch being grows scarily attached and the same dubcon/noncon shenanigans occur.

I’d love to your thoughts and prayers (lol) on this.

-Love Yan Anon <3

Oh hot!!! Very hot!!! I'm gonna expand on that second option since you filled out the first one so wonderfully!!!

So Hob is a young researcher who's been assigned one of his first SCPs, and he's super excited. Only he just wishes that Dream wasn't quite as excited about him, too... he's being held onsite in a containment chamber, and he always insists that Hob come inside to do his research "properly". Dream is classed as Euclid, so he's complex to contain but not impossible, and he honestly just lets Hob come and go as he pleases. In containment he has plenty of things to keep him entertained, because the Foundation isn't cruel, but he's just so much more interested in Hob. His vivid daydreams and nightmares, his wandering thoughts. Dream eats it all up hungrily. He's relying on Hob to give his contact with dreaming, and Hob does that so wonderfully. How can Dream help but adore him? He's a perfect vessel for Dream’s love.

He wants to be inside Hob, like he's been inside his subconscious. Wants to explore his body and see what reactions he can elicit. He will inspire new dreams, new nightmares. The dream of being worshipped, the horror of being consumed. Dream wants to see it played out in the flesh of Hob’s body. The sweet little human thinks that he has Dream contained but oh no, Dream can't be contained. Not really, not while he has access to Hob’s mind. It's Dream who's doing the research and the sweet man doesn't even know it.

It's not until Hob finds himself face down on the floor with dreamstuff keeping him bound at his wrists and ankles that he realises that perhaps Dream is a little more complicated than he might have initially appeared. Hard to deny it now when Dream is fucking him joyously into the concrete, nuzzling into the back of Hob’s head and moaning like he's having the time of his life. The more Hob whines and shivers, the more his mind spirals, the more Dream seems to like it.

But then. This is going to be a truly amazing addition to his report. So Hob should maybe just keep trying to make it as good as possible for Dream. The more data the better, right?

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw dubcon #cw monsterfucking

[ladysomething]

Hello! Back with more thoughts! I can already tell this is going to be way too long, I am so sorry in advance, dont feel like you have to respond!! But first of all, I saw an ask where you said you liked Taylor Swift and since you were at the AUS GP, I must ask- did you get to go to the Eras Tour in Australia? I will be incredibly jealous if you did!! Anyways, AHHH THIS CHAPTER!! I have so many thoughts, I wish I could share all of them, but that would actually turn this ask into a real essay and this will already be too long lol.

I LOVED the new things we learned about the Dreyma Ver-öld!!! So interesting that people still feel pain there, but in a lesser way (does the same thing apply when sensing emotions through a bond, like Max can do with Charles now?) and so interesting that they don’t visit it while in heat/rut. And very very interesting that injuries received in there exist in the real world too!! I am DYING to know what Max’s is like, since I get the feeling it’s not quite the safe space that Charles’ is.

THE COLLAR?! I’m seeing everyone freaking out about it, but not going to lie, I burst out laughing when I read that part. OF COURSE Max would be *that* petty and throw Charles’ comment back in his face like that. I am obsessed with them and the way you write them. And the collar is awful and humiliating, but I am also excited for its reappearance 😏

I was so excited for a Max POV last chapter, but I semi-take that back now because knowing both of their perspectives and seeing wildly wrong they both are about each other just makes me want to lock them in a room and barricade the door until they figure out what a communication is. I’m frustrated as hell now, but also absolutely living for the angst while I wait for them to figure out what words are!!

I think Charles is incredibly stupid for thinking Ferarri is going to care about him starving himself. And Charles clearly isn’t caring about himself beyond just trying to get away from Max right now, so it feels incredibly twisted that Max is kind of the only person who is knows what is going on with Charles and cares about Charles (even if he seems to care in an incredibly weird and fucked up way right now). 

LOVE how susceptible you’ve made Charles is to alphas and how that fucks up the power dynamic EVEN more (the way he reacts to Pierre now???, the way he said that if Max had used his alpha voice, he would have been out for HOURS????!!!!) I have a feeling that this is a big reason that Max isn’t letting him go anywhere, and that this will become veryyyyy relevant (perhaps with a certain Mercedes mechanic 👀) later????

There’s SO much more I want to say but this is WAYYYY too long (sorry!!!), so super quick honourable mentions: 

happy dance when I saw the fic title in the chapter!!

“Maybe it’ll come to fruition as soon as the Monaco GP” I am suddenly TERRIFIED for what you have planned for Charles’ home race

Pierre becoming visibly worried in response to Charles getting a maniacal little grin and coming up with an awful plan had me absolutely rolling I love the way you write everyone

Eek it was all so good!! I am so excited to eventually get to the point in this fic where we start getting answers instead of more questions but I LOVE this suspense you’re building!! Thank you for sharing <3

you've triggered me very deeply, because I did NOT GO TO THE ERAS TOUR. I COULDN'T GET TICKETS. I stg I cried for like 3 days when I missed out lol. and then also had a weep when I watched the movie. I will forever rage at people who went to like 5 nights because how the FUCK did they get those tickets!!!!

I'm so glad you like the dream world so much. there are some reallllyyyyyy fun scenes planned for that place.

zipped lips re the alpha voice!!!! but it's also going to be coming back!!!

Pierre thought "does Charles not remember that the last time he thought he had a great plan he got bought by Max" and you know what??? that was very real of him

I think the answers are going to start trickling in pretty soon!! I think? Well, I think so at least haha. the next Max POV gives some pretty good insight into a couple things.

#lestappen fic #where you go i go #viarinsblog ask

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

Oooo hi! If it’s okay, can I please request a Morpheus x fem!human!reader where he saves her life? Like maybe a group of men were trying to hurt her, but he saves her and uses his powers while doing so? He’s so calming and soft with her and helps calm her down, and she’s also amazed and shook by seeing him use his powers (he’s such a hot badass🤧) Anyways, he’s super protective of her after that, frequently checking up on her both in the Waking World and the Dreaming, making sure she’s both safe and not having nightmares🥺🥺 She spends a lot of her time trying to find the man who saved her in the Waking World, feeling drawn to him. There is no trace of him existing in the Waking World (as he is not human himself), and she starts worrying she imagined it all. She ends up finally finding him in the Dreaming when she’s asleep, somehow dreaming herself into his realm one night when she’s calling for him (honestly he probably left the door to his Kingdom open for her though) desperately wanting to thank the man, or being, who saved her that night and has continued to protect her both in the Waking World and in her dreams ever since🥺🥺🥺💜

Lowkey they may be soulmates and he would so make her immortal at some point so they could be together and she could be his Queen for all of eternity 🤧

okay!!!!

I'm loving this idea and already have an idea of where this will go in my head! I put everything you said into a document to start writing (and for safe keeping) PREPARE FOR THE FLUFF AND LOVE 🩷

#ask #asks

[withacapitalp]

Oh my god I love ur Steve is seven au sm! I've seen various aus where Steve is seven before, but your take on it is so interesting and his powers are so funky! I'd love to be added to any kind of tag list u have for this au 👀👀

I've got you added! Super happy to add whoever else wants, just mention it in the reblog tags or shoot me a DM or anything. I'm also going to write another bit here, because I need inspiration to write more for this series (I have the entirety of the ending for the first long fic written, but the beginning and middle are avoiding me)

After the disaster at the cabin, Steve runs.

He doesn't grab his jacket. He doesn't take his car. He just bolts. The woods are terrifying, and his wrist is burning, but he can't stop. If he stops, they might catch him.

Whoever they are. Steve has no reason to be this scared of Hopper, or Nancy, or even Eleven. They wouldn't hurt him. He shouldn't be scared.

But he is scared. Steve's fucking terrified.

Bits and pieces of the last twenty minutes keep shooting through his mind, along with flashes of memories that come and go faster than he can process them. Flashes of memories that sound like bees buzzing in his ears and make his head ache. Memories that he shouldn't have. Memories-

Not memories. Dreams. Nightmares. Just bad dreams.

Nightmares. That was all. Steve was entitled to a few, wasn't he? After meeting real life monsters, who wouldn't have bad dreams?

Never mind that these nightmares had been happening long before Steve learned about the Upside Down. He doesn't need to think about that. He can't think about that.

He just needs to run.

By the time Steve reaches the road, he doesn't have an ounce of stamina left. He falls to his hands and knees on the edge of the gravel, sucking in burning oxygen and coughing harshly. The last time he was this winded was when he was a freshman doing sprints.

Or maybe it was the last time he ran through these woods with someone chasing him.

No. I never ran through the woods. That's not real. None of it is real. It's a bad dream. Nothing real. Just a bad dream. I don't remember. I don't remember. It's just a bad dream. Just wake up. It's not real. It's not real. It's a bad dream.

Except, this time it isn't. It's not a bad dream, because Steve is here, and he's not waking up, no matter how hard he tries.

This is real, and he needs to hide.

Steve doesn't even bother to go towards his house. If they're chasing him, then they would go there. Even if they aren't, the monsters were at his house too. Barb died there. Barb's still dead in his pool, in some other dimension.

No, he needs somewhere safe to go, and his mind can only think of one place. Both people currently there probably hate his guts, but it's as safe as he can get right now. So, Steve forces himself back to his feet, and runs right past his house and down the street.

The light on the porch isn't on, and the windows are dark, but the car is in the drive, and Steve can hear the sound of a laugh track on the TV from inside, so he rings the bell, and rings it again when no one gets up.

The door is yanked open, and Steve stumbles back, blinking harshly from the sudden light shining in his face.

"Somebody better be fucking dying, Harrington," Tommy bites out, giving his former best friend a death glare.

Steve doesn't have a chance to say a word before his whole body goes numb. His legs give out, and he falls into Tommy's arms. Steve just catches him yelling at Carol for help, then everything is blissfully, blankly, black.

Taglist: @simpforsauron @thosemessyvibes @beenovel @silverysnake @blueskiesandstarrynights

#st #stranger things #stranger things 1 #st 1 #Steve harrington #Tommy hagan #Steve has powers au #Steve is seven #stranger things au #stranger things headcanon #stranger things ficlet #post st1 #Steve is seven au

[poopyballz28]

Okay, before I ask the question, I just want to tell you that your posts are the best, dude. Like, my fucking god, they make me feel so much better after a shitty day, so thank you for existing on here, genuinely. For the question, do you have a ranked top five list for favorite + least favorite Baki characters?

(Though, I think I can already tell who your number one in favorites is, lol ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ)

BRO THANK YOU. ACTUALLY POWER TO YOU 💯 I'm glad my stupid goofy writings and posts are able to lighten people's day. Thank you.

Now to answer your question :D I kinda yapped so lemme put it under a cut

My number one? Guess. Guess who my number one is, guys. You'll never be able to get it. It's fine if you need a hint.

Okay, you got me it's Kiyosumi. Sigh. I love him. Sadly. Something about his character, personality and design just have me in a choke hold. He's just so neat. Not to mention how much I just relate to him as a person, it's quite strange, but I see some of myself in him. I don't particularly want to go into deep detail but something about him I really resonate with. He's funny. He will always be my top number one stunnaboy. I'm proud to be his number one fan.

My second favorite has always been Katsumi, he's just a goober. I'm in love with his character arc and his silly attitude and god do I want my face in between those breasts. But in all seriousness he's an amazing character and Itagaki's writing for him is immaculate, just objectively. He's one of the best written characters in the series, along with Retsu. (In my opinion, of course.) His recent blow up in popularity really surprised me, and made me a bit jealous, to be real. I dunno, I feel like people don't truly appreciate his writing, you know? Maybe it's just me.

See, now here's where I start to struggle. A lot of my favorite characters before those two, I can't really rank (I love them too much equally) But I will definitely list them!

I'm really enamored by Kozue, especially lately. One of my favorite types of characters are kind, cute girls who kinda just be silly but have some lowkey depth behind them. It's my absolute favorite. I've always been a fan of anime's/games where girls are just hanging out or having fun with each other, I love it. I'm always thinking about Kozue being in Bang dream or D4DJ, man.

Doyle...sigh. What a mess this guy is, but that's why he's up in my favorites. He gives me gender envy, even though, I'm already a guy. Maybe it's just his ability to rock both or his beauty, I don't know. But his character is absolutely stellar to me. Super interesting to write things for. He's so complex in my mind, he's just a joy to think about.

Doppo is definitely high up there on my list of favorites. He's absolutely hilarious and such a cool character. He's genuinely one of the most badass in the series to me. I love his hidden kindness and love for his kids (karate boys) and pupils. He's just incredible and MAD funny. Love him.

Kosho, this makes sense because he's basically gothic Kiyosumi. I mean not actually, I'm being funny, but you get the idea. They are definitely similar though. He's an incredible character, I love his sassiness and whole demeanor and not to mention his backstory and depth. Love this Vkei guy forever.

Ahh, Retsu, how I love you. His character is probably one of my favorite written in manga. The fact he's somewhat a mediator and very mature, but also immensely immature as well, doing things he knows aren't right to please himself cause he just loves FIGHTING. Ohhh, there's so much depth to him it's incredible. I just love this guy.

If I were to list my other favorites...

Atsushi, Chiharu, Oliva, Shibukawa, Tokugawa, Kureha, Spec, JEEZ do I love the characters in this manga. The list kind of goes on too. I just can't get enough of these guys.

It's very difficult for me to rank my least favorites since I really enjoy all of these characters, but one I really dislike is...Yujiro. Man, does that guy suck. For real. Okay but let me preface this by saying I think his written character is great, it's wonderful. But him, I hate. He's such a backwards piece of garbo. He's honestly one of the character's I think about the least.

Other than that, nobody else really comes to mind. Sorry I love these goober mcgoobersons too much. Itagaki, thank you as always.

Thank you for the question as well, bro.

#i love being appreciated on the interwebs #thank you again bro #baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki dou #grappler baki

[undermine-the-instinct]

Title: The best I Can

Aizawa x General Studies Teacher!Reader

This was written for @wisteruias part of the teahouse servers christmas gift exchange. I hope you enjoy!!!!

Synopsis: You get worried whenever Shouta is away, and he's away often. Luckily he's here to make it up to you.

Warnings/tags: Smut. Fluff. A bit of angst. Reader is described as having a female body, grinding, fingering, vaginal sex. First time writing Aizawa so maybe a little ooc.

Wc: 3.1k

18- reader DNI!!!!!

General education U.A is still so fucking stressful. For both the kids and yourself.

Of course, nowhere near as stressful as the hero course, or support course, but the bags under your eyes are near as dark and heavy as those that work there.

You're still dealing with children high off their own ego, having been accepted into U.A. Super powered children, either bitter with dreams crushed or still hoping. It's not your job to comfort them. You only teach Government and history, things most children are usually not interested in, and telling children stories of old revolutions and government topplings doesn't do much to help them. The opposite really. You exacerbate their fantasy dreams.

You can mull over this at two or three in the morning, when you're still grading tests with your laptop on near full brightness, so you don't fall asleep. You could think that you want the best for these kids while you're on your fourth cup of coffee. You mark a test with its final grade, a 56.

 You will look out the window and wonder where your lover is, whether he is still out on the streets or wandering over to his place to grade papers, an hour or two of sleep before he wanders back to the school. Maybe he'd forgo his place and just head back to his classroom, just to do it all again, a perpetual cycle. He doesn't rest often enough, you think. He helps too many people.

You wish you were a hero. You wish you could help him. Your kids. You wished you felt like you were doing something more worthwhile with your time.

You tell yourself you should focus on yourself. Your heart pounds anyway.

—

Shouta has come back home today.

Shouta is in your apartment, your home, and you are so glad he is here. You just wish he could have come a little sooner.

Shouta had left for an undercover mission about ten or so days ago, and today is when he comes home to you. The mission lasted a week. You know because Hizashi texted you. 

You know he immediately came back and set to work on too many things. It's why he only comes home to you now.

You wish he could have come here earlier. Maybe you could have drawn him a bath, prepared something good for him to eat.

But he's home. It's fine. It's fine.

You're still fresh from the shower, hair dripping a little. You are watching him as he works in the kitchen, and there is a strange ache sitting in your chest. You want to go over and take the spoon from him, tell him to go rest. You know that he won't let you.

One of your cats, Oreo (naturally black and white), slinks over and butts her head at his leg, pawing at him with a meow. He smiles down at her, sweet, warm, adoring. The ache deepens.

So you just edge closer, into the warm heat of him, slinking your arms around his waist. He rubs an arm up and down your arm, and you sigh into the knobs of his spine. He shivers, just a little.

As he leaves the pot to simmer he turns in your hold, laying a palm large and flat against the dip in your spine.

"Dinner'll be done soon." You nod, burrow into his shoulder. His hand creeps to your nape, and you want to pur, like one of your cats. Oreo winds between your legs.

"You hungry?" His fingers trace shapes into your skin, rough by calluses, and you nod again.

"Yes Shouta."

"Good." The low timber of his voice rumbles through you, but before you can do anything about it, he disentangles himself from you, plants a kiss on your brow. He leaves for the bathroom, and a moment later you hear the water pouring.

You take a breath in the sudden aching.

He doesn't come to bed with you later, not at the same time at least. He opens up his laptop, and starts grading tests, from what you can see.

He did the dishes, made sure you brushed your teeth, rubbed lotion into your skin and tucked you into bed. He takes such good care of you. You sigh into the sheets and watch him as he works at your desk. It is late by the time you've had enough.

You stand, and move behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"It's late, you know."

"Yeah. We should be sleeping."

"You should be sleeping. I have work to finish."

"You always have work to do. Come to bed with me. I miss you." He lets you lean your weight into him, buoys it all.

"Can't. Drank too much coffee. Won't be able to sleep." 

"Then we won't sleep." He smiles, a step in the right direction.

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes, I did. Make it up to me. Now." You pout, and you yelp when he suddenly pulls you, and you're in his arms.

He presses a wet smack of a kiss to your cheek, then the other, then your forehead, and you giggle and snort, half heartedly mushing him away. You don't really want him away from you.

His stubble tickles as he kisses, and he moves lower, down to your lips, your jaw, that one spot in your neck that always makes you kick your feet. His hands tickle your sides, and you laugh harder.

You grin while he takes his time, more nibbling now than anything, and you creep your hands into his hair. You grab, and tug him closer, and his teeth bite down a little hard, a warning. You jolt. You feel it in your throat when he groans.

He maneuvers you, hands under your ass so you're in his lap, work forgotten. You feel him bloom against you like a bud in spring and rock your hips against him. He groans again.

You keep doing that, rocking your hips against his, trying to find that rhythm that'll get you both off. He encourages it, pushes you back and forth and you shiver when he leans in, grazes his teeth against your neck.

It really has been long. Before long you're soaked through your little panties, and if you keep going you're going to leave a wet stain on Shouta's sweats. He doesn't seem to mind though, he just moves with you, pulling you in when your hips stutter.

You come, with a whimper, arching your back into Shouta's hold, knowing he'd hold you steady. When you've climbed down from your peak, he's grinning at you.

"That was fast." Your flush deepens, and you mush his shoulder.

"Shut up. It's been a while."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to neglect you kitten." His stomach pats over your lower tummy, still quivering. You clench on nothing.

"Just make it up to me then" He picks you up, moves to the bed. You bury your face in his neck and breathe, wrap your arms around him.

Like this, there's not much room to get rid of your clothing. You only separate long enough to get them off and out of the way, and his lips are on yours and you could feel his fingers at your entrance. 

He slips in slow, his fingers thick and already setting a steady pace. You're still not over your last orgasm, so you whimper his name between kisses, gasp when he hits that one spot.

"It's okay baby, I know. I got you." He stretches you open, gathers your slick and presses quick little circles to your clit. He does this few more times, feeling you twitch, before his fingers leave you, shushing you when you whine. The hot, heavy weight of him prods at you, and you lift your hips, eager, slipping the first few inches inside. He moves with you, bottoms out with a couple strokes.

Neither of you move. You close your eyes and try not to writhe, savoring the feel of him, the heat, the way he's twitching inside. His hands find your waist, your hips, smoothing over the soft parts of you, possessive and adoring all at once. You love the rough feel of his hands, large and warm, all over you. His hands move to your breasts, and when he squeezes them you moan, press up into him.

You missed this.

You grin, and open your eyes, hazy with lust and affection. His throat bobs. He's looking at you like you're all he's ever wanted.

"You can move now, Shouta." His eyes, you'd never get tired of looking at them. Shouta slips out and pushes in in one slow, fluid movement. You nod.

And he moves. Again, and again and again. The thick curve of him filling you and pressing into every spot that has you shuddering and clenching. All the while he's staring at you, not bothering to hide his groans or the gasps of your name. 

It's not long before he's pounding against that spot, that has your toes curling and legs shaking. When he sees you having trouble with keeping your legs on his hips, he grabs your thighs and pulls them higher, angles his hips in a way that has you mewling.

"You're gonna cum again?" You nod frantically, grab his shoulders. You know you're going to leave marks.

"That's my girl." He purrs, and you melt.

He snakes a hand between your bodies, finds your puffy clit and pinches it. He grins when you bite your lip and pinches again, rubbing it tortuously. You're so wet by now that you hear the sound of Shouta pounding into you, the wet clicks of his fingers against you.

"You can come now. Cum on my cock baby."

And you do. When you come again he stills, squeezing his eyes shut as you squeeze and flutter around him. He throws his head back, hands squeezing your hips, and it just makes you squeeze tighter.

You've hardly gotten over your high when he's moving again, deep and rough, hips slapping against yours and echoing in the room.

"Good girl. You can give me another, can't you? Just one more princess, one more, give it to me." He's close, you can feel the way he throbs inside, the way his chest stutters above you. You give it to him.

Just as you open your mouth to cry out he slants his mouth over yours, swallowing your cries. He licks the inside of your mouth as his hips lose rhythm, fucking into you until he finally stills. You feel his sticky warmth spill inside you, and you moan, rubbing your leg against his inner thigh, cupping his shoulders, his arms, wherever you could reach.

The drop is soon, but the mood is still mellow when he pulls away, kisses your neck, your jaw, your cheek. You giggle when his stubble rubs against you. He smiles against your skin. 

There are wipes in the dresser by your bed, and he wipes himself off, picks his sweats off the floor and puts them back on. Then he picks you up and takes you to the bathroom, draws a bath for you while you pee. You are limp and soft as he dips you inside the water. The temperature is just right and you look up to him in delight, tug his arms to join you.

But he shakes his head, grabs your luffa and lathers it in your body wash, takes your hand and starts washing you. His fingers massage your sore limbs, and you move where he guides you, just glad to have his hands on you, in this way too. His hands were made to hold things, you think. How lucky you are to be one of them.

He sits you on the edge of the tub, dries you off with one of your big fluffy towels, and carries you off to bed. He picks out one of his shirts to slip on you, and you burrow into the collar, the sheets when he tugs you in. You're tired enough to sleep now.

But not yet. Again, you tug his arm, try to pull him closer.

"Go to sleep with me."

"I can't, too much coffee, remember?" You crack an eye open, unimpressed, and the half smile fades from his face. He sighs.

"I really do have a lot of work love. I have to finish it, as soon as possible."

"Right now? But it's so late." 

"I know, I know. I'll be here soon, but I have to finish this." You don't remember what he was doing, schoolwork or hero work or perhaps something to do with the police, but you know it's important. So you nod, let him go.

"Okay Shouta." He must see the look on your face or something, because he kisses your forehead hard, smooths back your hair.

"I'll make it up to you."

"It's okay, Shouta."

"I'm sorry princess. "

"Don't be Shouta," you murmur, "Don't be."

______

Morning comes, honeyed and slow. You bless every God there is that it's a weekend, a freeday-and that Shouta is next to you.

Oreo and Muffin (orange tabby) and Calico (calico) are snuggled by your sides, warming your feet. But you're looking at Shouta, who is still here.

The scar under his eye. His eye bags. Messy stubble. His creases, born from stress. If you move a few key locks of hair you'll find greys. He looks so worn. Like everything that he's done and everything that has been done to him is carved.

His fingers usually have pen ink, from notes and tests. He always carries apples. He always wears whatever perfume midnight spritzs on him. He has a tiny scar from a pin Hizashi gave him that jabbed him once.

You wonder if there's any of you there. 

And there is. His crows feet, from that crescent smile he gives you. Your hairtie in his hair. Your marks in the open valley of his chest. Even the sunlight glinting through the peaks of your blinds; the moment is colored golden and it is yours and yours alone.

"Go back to sleep." He mumbles. He doesn't open his eyes but you smile.

"I will. Just enjoying the moment." He grumbles, wraps an arm around your middle and drags you into his warmth, and you don't fight.

"I'll get up and make somethin' to eat in a minute."

"Dont worry about it. We can sleep in."

"You need to eat."

"Then you can't have coffee. You're going to drink yourself into a caffeine overdose."

"Nah." He nuzzles closer.

"We can sleep in, and then you can finish work."

"Fuck work."

"Oh?" Your eyebrows raise.

"It's just a report. You said we can sleep in. So I'll submit it when we get up. The work is already done."

"What about the kids?"

"I'm not their dad." he shuffles, nearly squishing calico, and sighs. You're grinning.

"You say that, but we both know you're running whenever something goes wrong."

"And you don't? Don't think I didn't hear about how your whole class got spooked over a spider, and made you kill it. Yueii students, right?"

"They're still kids." Your kids. "They're allowed to be scared."

"Are you scared?" You open your eyes fully. You're fully awake now, and you're close enough to breathe Shouta in.

"Sometimes."

"Of what?"

"...Of lots of things."

"Tell me." It's not a demand. He's just asking you, just wants to know. That's what makes you open your mouth.

"...That you're not always going to be here.  That even when you're with me you're not all here and I can't make you. I'm scared for the kids. Because if we're fucking up this badly how can we make sure they do better?" You laugh, but your eyes sting.

"We'll teach them not to make the same mistakes we do. We teach them the best we can, and let them figure out the rest. We all just do the best we can."

"What if our best isn't enough? You're always giving your best, two hundred ten percent. Plus ultra. You give so much of yourself and you're still ragged. There's still so much to do. My kids…My class, they're still so young. I don't want them to end up…."

"Like me."

"No. Like me. Always wishing and wanting to help but hardly contributing. Hardy able to hold onto anything. I don't want that for them, Shouta. I don't want them to be like me."

Shouta shoots up, and suddenly he's over you. His hair creates a curtain and all you can see is him.

"I love you." He says. Rightfully. Truthfully.

"I love that I can always come back home to you. I love that you want to take care of me but let me take care of you instead because you know that's what makes me feel good. It takes some time but I always come back, don't I?" He presses closer. You nod.

"Then I'll keep coming back, so that you don't have to worry. We keep teaching these kids. We guide them. We figure shit out. When my best is not enough I have you. Who gets me decaf because you're worried for my caffeine levels?"

"Me."

"Who brings the papers the few times I forget them at the printer?"

"Me."

"Who refills my jelly packs and cleans my sleeping bag and helps grades tests, including their own, when I'm practically dropping dead from exhaustion?"

"Me."

"So don't downplay yourself. When our best isn't enough we have each other. When that's not enough we got Kayama and Hizashi. And when the time's right we got the kids."

"Not now though."

"Not now though. They're allowed to be scared. We're allowed to be scared."

"Are you scared of anything?" He sighs, and flops back down next to you.

"Of course I am. I'm scared these kids will turn my hair fully gray before I'm forty. I'm scared on every mission something might go wrong. I'm scared here kids are gonna get themselves hurt or killed. I'm scared that one day, you might decide to leave."

Now it's your turn to sit up.

"I would never. I love you too, you know."

"I know. I still worry though. I'm still scared. I try to fight it."

"How?" Shouta just looks at you. Like this the light is a little bright now, but you're shielding it from him. Your cats are still purring peacefully, and the sheets are warm. You think you should get started on some coffee. You think you still have coffee creamer.

Shouta sighs, rolls onto his back and smiles. It's ineof those soft, wide ones that pull on the scar under his eye, rare and infinitely precious.

"Take care of you. Love you. The best I can."

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #smut #spice #lemon #do people still use those #teahouse server #christmas gift #my stuff #my writing #aizawa shouta #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x you #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa smut #angst #just a little #fluff #aizwawa fluff #maybe a little ooc #my hero academia #long fic #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta

[fourtyfourcatss]

[████████ 100%] — @astralmysteria !

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ RECORD #01

[a/n] hey mysteria! i’m sorry this took so long, i was really busy for a long time, but here it is! i hope you enjoy.

Upright this represents femininity, beauty, nature, and nurturing. Reversed it represents creative block and dependence on others.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ YOUR ARCANA IS… EMPRESS!

𑁍 From your described personality traits, I was very torn between TEMPERANCE and EMPRESS, for your arcana. But, after some long and hard musing, I must give you empress.

𑁍 The empress is a card that is assigned to many characters in the series, one of which is Haru, which you and her embody a lot of the traits it pertains, whether upright or reversed.

𑁍 Perfectionism and people pleasing (dependence on external) tends to lend aid to a creative block, and not only that, you told me that you were trying to get back into writing.

𑁍 You’re motherly, kind, empathetic, and I can tell by your personality you may either come off strong at times. Many of your traits indeed feel like what an empress would have, and you take pride in the things you do have and nurture and take care of it.

…loading match…

⚘ YUSUKE KITAGAWA

𑁍 Oh this match was perfect.

𑁍 First of all, your love languages. Yusuke is someone who is in need of gifts, in need of being spoiled. When you appear in his life to stay— he is very pleasantly surprised. Not only is he a man of gratitude and returning acts of affection so you would not feel unloved or perhaps even taken advantage of for your kindness, he is filled with anticipation for every gift, and surprisingly, wait a long time to use them if if can be used. He probably has a section in his place dedicated specifically to you, and treats you like a queen has graced the mortal realm. You seem hard to impress— so he will do his upmost in order to win your heart!

𑁍 He’s attracted to your kindness, but specifically, it had to be paired with all your other traits to make it right.

𑁍 so, so many nicknames. this man is going to shower you in the most sweetest of them. maybe it is a simple but tender “mys” uttered in his breath, or perhaps a “love?” — he tends to stick to the more formal sounding ones because of how he is, and yet, there will be times where he drops some funny ones jokingly, and that beckons not embarrassment or humiliation but rather good-hearted fun.

𑁍 You are a muse for him; with the vibes of your being and your singing. Yes, you are a beautiful woman, but he is more focused on how your characteristics enhances your attractiveness. He finds you talking whether it be to him or yourself very endearing, and he’s definitely going to draw whilst you sing. The way you inspire feelings out of him is a gratifying experience, its a passion. The two of you would be able to encourage and help each other out of creative blocks— but also, yusuke also has problems with taking care of himself. the two of you have problems taking care of yourselves, but now you have each other to take care of the other so extremely well. the rest of the cast is very soft and happy at this, hoping that this translates into treating yourselves better.

𑁍 yusuke is not loud, or inconsiderate in terms of jokes. he is a sweet lover, and he is perfect for you. the two of you would be super cute, i think. soft, with romantic tension in the air. i think you would exchange some sassy remarks, but it is a very healing process to be around each other.

as for runner ups: ryuji was one, and akihiko from P3 kept popping up in my mind. i think akihiko may be your one true love actually.

I AM THOU, THOU ART I… COME FORTH!

𑁍 TITANIA! 𑁍

The Queen of the Fairies, Titania is a character from Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream. She is the wife of Oberon. Because of her grand power and charisma, people consider her the Queen of the Fairies. While she is rather delicate and graceful in appearance, her power and knowledge over magic easily match those of Oberon, the king of Fairies.

The description above fits you well, and Titania has manifested as a result! The reason why I chose her for you is because of the character studies I read for her over the ages, excluding the sections regarding extra-martial affairs she may have participated in. The compassion she holds for the changeling she wants to adopt is one of motherly. She is principled, standing up to her husband.

Not only that, I think her movesets fits you.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ HOW IS SHE AWAKENED?

you are on a battlefield. your blood is singing through your veins, and you have just stepped out like a lamb to the slaughter.

how one awakens is a hard question, because it involves getting pushed to the brink by someone who is somewhat close to you in any manner, hostile or not. in your case, it would be a betrayal of a friend. you had introduced them to almost everyone you had known because you trusted her— and in a fit of rage, they had cursed out everyone they knew, you, and all you adored.

unable to take this slander towards your loved ones and aggrieved in your heart, you opened your resolve, and a mask appeared on your face.

“I am thou, and thou art I,—”

“I am Titania. I will become your mask. Now, let us enjoy a midsummer night's dream.”

𖤣. for weapon— you would have a RAPIER [The Sword of Sinai] or a BOW [SOURCE YUMI]

𖥧. for a gun— you would have a RAY GUN [SIRIUS]

𖡼. for outfits— school uniform would be like makoto’s with the jacket, and regular outfits would be like yukari and rise’s.

#persona 5 #persona 5 matchup

[m-jelly]

OMG!!! I was wondering if you could do a Levi x Fem!Reader where she is like a super powerful business woman(I know you did one for workers in the sex industry before and she gave them jobs lived that one) but this one would be where the reader does work for the environment and she owns all the businesses(ocean cleanup,carbon reduction,etc)and she has like seminars and such and he meets her at like a bookstore and finds out what she does and is shy and head over heels and asks us out! Thank you lots I just had to ask!!

@kenkopanda-art <3

Different types of cleaning

Pairing: Levi x CEO!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, falling in love, cute, date, love at first sight.

Concept: Levi goes to the bookstore to get a new book about tea, only to bump into you. Levi's smitten as he meets you. You both chat and he invites you on a date to the tea shop linked to the bookstore. You find you have a lot in common.

Tag list: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

Levi slipped into his favourite bookstore and made his way to the back of the store. He looked at his phone to see where about the book on tea would be located. He walked towards the sheld and reached up for the book only for his hand to tap against someone elses. He turned to shout, but found himself transfixed by a pretty woman.

You pulled back. "So sorry. You were going for that book."

Levi blushed. "I ah...I mean..."

You hummed a laugh. "Go ahead, you can have it."

"Are you s-sure?"

You nodded and hummed. "I can just order it online. Go ahead."

He took the book. "Y-You like t-tea?"

You smiled at him as you felt your heart flutter. "I do."

He hummed. "Uh, well..."

You blushed. "How about you read that, then hand it to me when you're done?"

He stared at you. "I can't read it that quick."

You laughed, got a business card, and wrote down your personal number. "I meant that I'm interested in you and would like to use the book as an excuse to see you again."

"Oh...I'm an idiot."

You offered the card. "Unless?"

He took your card. "No, I'd like to." He looked at your card a little. "Oh shit, I know you."

"Yeah, my name's known but not my face too much. I pay people to do seminars for me, but I do write them out and everything. I just like to keep to myself." You sighed. "I uh, guess you are a fan of cleaning up the environment?"

Levi nodded. "Yeah, well, I like cleaning." He gazed at you. "You're incredible."

You laughed. "I'm not, I'm really not. I barely sleep, I'm always frustrated that I'm not doing enough, I get threats and I have so much self-doubt." You leaned against the bookshelf and sighed. "Sometimes I feel like just handing my companies over and just hiding. Maybe grow tea on a nice tea farm."

Levi walked closer. "That sounds like a dream."

You smiled. "A tea farm does, yeah."

"Would you like to get tea with me?"

You nodded and walked with him. "I'd love to. We'll go to the cafe next door."

He nodded and paid for his book before walking with you to the cafe. You both talked and laughed together. The more you talked, the more you got to know each other. You connected and knew that you both were almost fated.

You looked out to see the sun was setting. "Wow, we talked for hours."

Levi blushed. "We did."

You smiled at Levi. "I like that."

"Yeah, me too."

You got up and hummed. "Wanna get dinner together?"

Levi shot up to his feet. "Yes please."

#levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #fanfic #aot fanfiction #levi fanfiction #levi x you #levi x y/n #aot x you #captain levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #jelly fanfics #levi aot

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okay more questions about Mutemare au cuz yes

Does Dream hate Mutemare? And does Noot truly hate Dream? Do they want eachother dead?

Does Mutemare have healing powers?

Does anyone else in the multiverse have healing powers? (I'm guessing Dream does)

Out of the people who has healing powers, who is good at it, who can barley heal anything and who just straight up mess up every time they try?

In case Mutemare and Dream has healing powers, I think there is a big chance they do, how often do they use it? Can/will they use it to heal themselves or do they just use it on their teammates?

Who can make portals/get to other aus/multiverses?

Do the Sanses ever go to Sci's lab to get bad injuries healed? Are the Sanses who can't make portals able to get there by themselves or do they need someone to make them a portal?

Hypothetically, if Mutemare got heavily injured during battle, and the others in the gang are bad at using/don't have healing powers, what would they do?

If Dream found himself in a situation where Noot is practically dying, would he save him?

Will there ever be a truce?

Is Error and Ink fighting here?

Yayayay- even more questions-

1: dream doesn’t hate Mutemare at all! And I don’t think Mutemare well and truly hates dream. Like, he wouldn’t bat an eye at inflicting life threatening injuries or trying to corrupt the golden apple but if he actually saw dream fully dying, he’d get a bit upset and maybe even be regretful. So yeah, Mute wants dream dead but would probably get sad if he succeeded , and Dream does not want Mute dead.

2: I guess he does?

3: I think Dream and horror does too.

4: Well, dream is the best out of them and he can only really heal a little bit. Like he can heal some scratches but not any deep or serious injuries. Then horror is pretty good, a bit similar to dreams , just a little weaker. Mutemares healing can barely be called healing- he can pretty much just heal mild bruises, and can slightly soothe pain.

5: (you were correct , there was a high chance they do) Surprisingly I don’t think they’d use it too often, cause Dreams isn’t good enough to heal the majority of injuries that will be inflicted, and, well, Mutemares healing barely does anything so- yeah. I think they would both avoid using their healing on themselves, and only on their teammates.

6: Nightmare, Dream, Error, Ink. Although dream can’t teleport to super negative places like Killertale, Horrortale and Dusttale and Nightmare can’t teleport to super positive places places, but there’s only really Haventale that’s positive enough for that so Dream treats that AU with extra care.

7: they try to avoid it but yup, they do! And the ones who can’t make portals can’t get there themselves. They need someone with portals to take them there.

8: If error was there/ visited on time then he’d just take mute to sci, but let’s assume error isn’t there. they would come together to try use whatever medical supplies they can get their hands on to heal him. If that’s working then great! They’ll all be super protective of the castle while mutes recovering, and it’ll be one of the very few times they all get along and do their job properly. However, if it’s not working and Mute is actually dying , then, assuming Mutemare is unconscious by this point, they would secretly go out and get dream to help teleport Mutemare to sci’s lab. They’d all lie and say Error teleported him and Dream (who would’ve been forced to leave immediately after teleporting them) would also play along like it wasn’t him. They don’t get along with dream btw, they just know that he cares enough about Mutemare to help.

9: o wait I accidentally sorta answered that in 8…well I’ll write again anyway. You bet your ass dream is saving Mutemare, Dream is still suuuper attached to him. Dream would do anything and everything to save his bro, hoping that eventually his persistent kindness would finally make Mutemare start to get along with him again.

10: eh…maybe . Guess it’s possible but just hasn’t happened yet.

11: yup, and that’s why Error does basically nothing with the others in his team. They’re all tied up fighting dream but he has his own battle.

#mutemare #nightmare sans #undertale au #dreamtale #bad sanses #dream sans #still can’t be bothered to tag the other characters.

[zimithrus1]

Omg for the “Ways to Say I Love You” ask game!! Can I combine some of them?? 🤩

I’m craving really angsty Promptis, with #4 & #20 (lmfao 420 nice😎), if that’s okay if I can combine those two into one??

Like… super angsty, sad, self-doubting worthless-feeling identity crisis Prompto, maybe the events in Ep Prompto still haunt him even? Ppl don’t just get over things that easily. And Noctis with his gentle unwavering steadfastness for Prom with those simple yet powerful declarations of love. Idk that’s just an idea.

However you decide to go about delivering that sweet sweet angst, I just wanna hurt. I wanna get wrecked - just absolutely destroyed please. 🥺

You most certainly can combine two!! 💚 Heheh those are the funny numbers 😆 One serving of self-doubting yet reassuring Promptis angst coming right up!

Send me a romantic or platonic ship and a number and I'll write a short fic

#4 "I don't mind" #20 "I'm not going anywhere"

(There's nothing short about this one lmao I got too carried away XD)

He stands in front of a mirror, cracked glass like that of a spider's web warping his reflection. It's him, and it's not him. In some of the pieces, it is him-- blond hair, bright blue eyes with that bit of light lilac bursting around his pupils, freckle-dotted cheeks... but in the other pieces, it is not him-- or rather, it is not him as he is now. In the other pieces, he is Magitek-- cold, soulless eyes, colorless skin and unfeeling expression.

He raises up his hand with a warbled gasp, to touch the pieces of him that he knows, that his friends know, but the moment his fingers splay across the spiderweb cracks, the Magitek pieces replace his own. Frantic, he tries to reach for the other pieces of himself, but they too are transformed. Eventually, all that stares back at him is a Magitek trooper with cold eyes the same color as his.

When he screams, the broken glass bursts forth and cuts across his skin. His blood is not red. He bleeds black.

"What... are you?"

Prompto slowly turns, face draining of color as his eyes shrink to pinpoints. There, standing behind him at a scared distance, is Noctis, his best friend.

"Noct, it- it's me! It's your best buddy, Prompto!" He stammers, reaching out with black bleeding fingers.

Noctis flinches back and summons his blade. "Back off, Imperial drone!"

Noctis never even cut him with that sword. But those words became one. Those words slice across his chest and even though no physical cut is there, he bleeds black all the same. While he reels from the spiritual cut, quick steps rush in. By the time Prompto lifts his head back up to see what had changed...

The sword of his best friend is at his neck and there's a fire of disgust and hatred in his eyes.

"Burn in Hell, Magitek!!"

Prompto's eyes shoot open as he comes to with a gasp.

It's dark. There's chirping--crickets. He's staring up at the flimsy ceiling of a tent. He swallows thick and forces himself to take a deep breath. Nightmare sweat clings to his face and his neck. Feels sticky. It's hot.

He sits up slowly and takes in another breath. He dares himself to glance to his side where--if he remembers correctly--Noctis is sleeping. He's out hard, as per usual. But yet... that dream, that awful dream. Noctis's eyes are closed and he slumbers deep, but Prompto swears those hateful, disgust-filled eyes are staring right at him, glaring at him, seeing right through him, for what he really is.

"Burn in Hell, Magitek!!"

He can hear the words clear as day even though Noctis only snores. A pain blooms in Prompto's chest and he winces. Feels like the word-blade from his dream cut him all over again.

He tears his eyes away from Noctis as he throws the thin sheets off his body, then opens the flap door of the tent and dashes out. He can't be around him right now. He can't, he can't. It's only been a week since he was rescued. There's no way. There's no way Noctis doesn't see who he really is--a Magitek clone. No way he can see past it. Prompto himself can't even see past it!

It's irrational, deep down he knows it is, but he just can't help it. These... feelings. These dreams, these nightmares, these reminders branded into his skin; scan him at checkout, he's not Lucis made he's Niflheim imported. He'll never be a Lucian. How could he be?

Prompto walks past the long since burned out campfire, past the tent where Ignis and Gladio sleep, the fold out tables and chairs, beyond the boundary of their camp and down the plateau they perched themselves on, down to the calm, uninhabited lake nearby.

He sits at the edge of the lake, where only the crickets greet him with their chirps. He pulls his knees up to his chest and hugs them, staring out at the still water with the moon reflecting brightly against the surface. He dare not look at his reflection again, fearing that if he does his dream will repeat and become reality.

He hides his face in the sanctuary of his knees and sighs shakily. How can he still sit among them? Eat among them? Laugh and joke and play King's Knight and sleep among them too? He's the enemy, part of the very same force afflicting pain and suffering to the world. How could they just take him back like he wasn't?? How could Ignis still serve him meals? How could Gladio ruffle up his hair and give him a hard time? How.. How could Noctis even call him his best friend?

"Prompto?"

Prompto's head shoots up from his knees and his eyes widen. That voice... He glances over his shoulder and who does he find? Noctis standing a few feet away, looking tired, but concerned as well.

"What are you doing so far away from the camp?" He asks as he rubs his eyes and closes the distance between them.

He sees it, the Noctis in his dream with his sword up to his throat, with those angry, hateful eyes.

"G-Get back!!" Prompto throws out his right arm with a shaky cry, much louder than he thought he'd cry.

Noctis stops in his tracks instantly and the sluggishness leaves him entirely. "Prom?"

He doesn't realize he's panting, his throat tight and his mouth dry. He swallows out of reflex, the arm he holds out is shaking. It's irrational. This isn't nightmare Noct. This is the real deal. So why is he so afraid of him getting close now?

Mm, right, that's right. He's the enemy. A Magitek trooper just like the rest. Like the ones they've dismantled already. The ones that share his face underneath it all.

"What's going on with you, Prompto?" Noctis reengages, walking towards him anyway.

"Why are we still friends??" Prompto finds himself screaming.

That gets him to stop.

Prompto quickly scurries to his feet, trembling with watery eyes. "I'm from Niflheim! Not just that- I'm the enemy! I'm a Magitek clone just like all the others! A barcode as my brand! A brand that helped end the lives of so many Lucians! I'm-! I'm not--! I'm not who you think I am!!"

Noctis... smiles.

"You're Prompto Argentum. A camera enthusiast that loves cracking jokes and brightening up a room." He says as he resumes his pace, walking towards him.

Prompto wants to shout at him to stay back, but the words linger on his tongue and he can't force them out past his teeth.

"You're witty and optimistic, even though you hide a lot of inner turmoil about your past and who you were, you wouldn't dare share that with anyone you didn't really trust out of fear of being a burden to them."

Noctis stands right in front of him now, still smiling warmer than the summer night they stand in.

"You're my best friend who's been by my side through thick and thin. A man who I have the great honor of saying I care for immensely and would trust with my very life. Who when went missing, I nearly drove myself mad trying to find you again."

"But I... I'm..." Tears fall from Prompto's eyes and he can't stop them. He wishes it was raining so he could blame it on that.

"Who cares about what happened before? It's in the past. So what if you're from Niflheim? It doesn't matter where people are from, not to me. At the end of the day we're all humans, and you're you, Prompto." Noctis's hands are on his shoulders now.

Prompto can't stop the tears.

"I'm... sorry..." He sobs. "I'm probably making you l-lose some valuable sleep, huh?" He attempts to crack a joke, hopes it might dry the tears faster.

"Nah, I don't mind." Noctis waves off. "Though, next time when you're feeling like this, I'd like it if you'd just talk to me about it instead of wander off."

Noctis then pulls him into a hug and it startles the sobs right out of Prompto.

"Even if it was Ardyn's manipulation that made me push you off the train... I can't have you disappearing on me again. I uh... I was a wreck after that. I thought I- I might've lost you for good."

That paints a blush on Prompto's face. But it dries the rest of his tears up and he laughs something soft and warm. "Well then, I'm not going anywhere." He says as he returns the hug. "...Unless I haf'ta pee."

That makes Noctis snort out a laugh, which in turn makes Prompto laugh as well. But when the laughs are done and when Noctis looks into his eyes...

He's home.

~

Holy moly that was wayyyy longer than I thought it was gonna be ahaha I got a little carried away! 😆 But I do hope this was worth the wait! I'm sorry you had to wait so long for it! Some nagging and constant pain and tension has made it very hard to focus lately 😖 But I hope you enjoyed it!! It was a lot of fun to finally write out!! 💚

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ff15 #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #promptis #writing ask game #writing prompt challenge #ask game #zimianswerz #zimiwritez #fic writing #ffxv fic #thanks so much for the ask!!! 🖤💚💙

[jonkentt]

an ask for u luv <3 what would be ur perfect dream fic? from the ship to the genre to the universe to super specific moments to anything/everything!!

hA remember when u sent this 1million yrs ago so I have a vague thought and a specific idea cause :) I donno :))))

♡ Lovers being super soft with each other, like so soft and basically nothing happens. Not fluff necessarily, just soft. there can be crying and bad days, but thru it all they’re being stupidly gentle with each other even tho they don’t need to be. And its such mutual gentleness that they don’t feel self-conscious about it. Maybe they even hate the idea of spending time without gentleness. ... something I can read again and again and again.

❥ Would love to see Bucky Barnes living in an atrociously gothic mansion and adopting a bunch of orphans bruce-wayne-style, preferably mutants with bizarre powers so Bucky is constantly like “??? thats real weird but you’re my son and I support you”. Then Bucky starts dating Cap!Sam, and all his kids are constantly roasting him for being a sappy old gentleman type. One of these kids should be tiny and aggressive and definitely threatens Sam (“if you break dad’s heart I WILL carve out your liver”) the first time he comes to the mansion to meet everyone. Annnnnd yeah I just want Bucky to find a sense of purpose and wholeness from being a dad, and learning to love himself through his kids’ love for him. And Bucky’s kids are always trying to embarrass him in front of Sam (which Sam finds extremely adorable). ...also shy Sam is the shit and I should probs write it at some point cause where is it ya know.

#thanks for the ask lovey!!! #ask a bee #I tried

[musecaravan-info]

Cole Cassidy

"I carry some scars / From lessons I've learned / Dreams I've chased / That crashed and burned / Like a faded tattoo / It's part of who I am." ~ Matt Kennon ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Josh Holloway (If Needed)

AGE: 36

EYES: Hazel

HAIR: Sandy Brown; long enough to pull back into a small ponytail at the base of his neck

HEIGHT: 6'1

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Cowboy casual? Is that a thing? ;D Jeans that have a little wear and tear, boots that have seen better days, t-shirts with stuff that makes him laugh (or smile), and sometimes a beat-up cowboy hat (when he's out and about.)

Personality

Cole is the type of guy who's laid back and friendly with just about everyone... until you give him a reason not to be. Because of his past and his current situation as a parolee (in most verses) he can't always throw a punch when he'd like to... but maybe that's for the best.

Powers & Weaknesses

In Cole's main verse he's just an average human leading an average life. His only real 'powers' come from his ability to mimic just about any art style for his job, and his major weakness is his desire to protect the people he cares about (even to his own detriment.)

Romance

Cole likes to flirt. He tries not to lay it on too heavy - especially if he's not sure the person he's flirting with is interested. However, if the other person shows interest, he'll lay things on a little thicker. Things could quickly lead to sex, depending on your muse. But it's typically just sex. For an actual relationship Cole needs time and trust.

Where to Find Him

This depends on the verse and what you're interested in. For my main verse Cole can be found a handful of different places:

Tattoo shop where he works

Diner down the street (Route 66)

Art musuem, working on sketches

Nearby park - Central Park, specifically, if we set things in New York

Nearby homeless shelter, where he volunteers

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

To avoid repetition, Go Here.

A/B/O Verse

Almost exactly the same as Cole's main verse, except all of the typical conventions of an A/B/O universe apply. The only other difference is that Cole runs the tattoo parlor himself and lives above the shop. Gabe is sort of a silent partner. He and Jack are off traveling the world together. ;)

Fallout Verse

So… I’ve been playing at lot of Fallout 4 recently, and this is the result. There’s not really any canon Texas lore for the Fallout universe (I don’t think), so I really just made a bunch of stuff up. I call this made-up canon FALLOUT: LONESTAR, and it takes place around the same time as Fallout 4 - only in the Dallas/Fort Worth area of Texas. There’s a group a lot like the Minutemen calling themselves the Texas Rangers, and they have bases scattered around Texas, but their main base is at the Alamo complex in San Antonio. Their Fort Worth base is located on Lake Worth in a building know locally as the ‘Lake Worth Castle.’

Aside from that, the ‘dangers’ of the area are about the same - Raiders, Super Mutants, Ferals, Deathclaws, etc.

So, Cole’s backstory in this verse: He started out in Texas as a kid. Just a normal settler family. But back then the Texas Rangers weren’t as well-formed and settlements got attacked a lot. Cole’s family was killed by Raiders when he was 8, and he did something foolhardy enough that it impressed their leader, so the Raiders took him in. I don’t think there was ever a moment Cole enjoyed being with them. But he wanted to survive, and did a lot of things he’s not proud of in order to make sure that happened.

It was nearly a decade later before he got a chance to get away. The raiders attacked a group of travelers… who turned out to be Texas Rangers. They weren’t prepared. Cole saw his chance and took it, switching sides mid-fight. Some in the group still wanted to kill him, but one of them - a man named Gabriel Reyes - argued against it, and Cole’s life was spared.

For the next few years, Cole stuck with the Rangers - defending settlements, working undercover, and trying to give kids a better life than what he’d had. But somewhere along the way, it all started to fall apart. The Rangers were still strong, but his team - his family - was crumbling from within. Rather than watch it happen, Cole left. He traveled by himself for awhile, eventually settling in the Fort Worth area, where a group of settlers had ‘gone back to their roots’ and setup a ‘Wild West’ variety show (Fallout style!) Cole joined up as the show’s sharpshooter and hasn’t looked back. (Well… not often, anyway.)

Sometimes he does think back to his days with the Rangers and the friends he made there, but he tries not to. The caps are good and he’s got new friends and he’s entertaining people. Is there really any more he needs out of life than that?

(Also! Props to leatherandsoil for helping me build the FALLOUT: LONESTAR world!)

Four Horsemen Verse

Currently a Private Verse

Cole is one of the Four Horsemen - War to be precise. This universe is based VERY loosely on the Incarnations of Immortality series by Piers Anthony. Basically, I borrowed what I wanted and made up the rest with the help of piercedflora.

Gardener Verse

This is practically the same as my main verse. The only real difference is that Cole isn't working as a tattoo artist with Gabe as his boss. He lives in a more suburban area, in a room over a garage that he rents from a nice, elderly woman. They have an arrangement where he keeps her yard looking amazing, and in return he gets the room for a VERY reduced rate. Usually Cole is in-between jobs when threads in this verse begin.

Monster Hunter Verse

Cole Cassidy grew up on the streets - not only learning how to survive humanity… but also learning how to steer clear of everything that lurked in the shadows. Eventually, he made a life for himself alongside a handful of fellow ‘street rats.’ Calling themselves The Deadlock Gang, they were his friends and family all rolled into one. Together, they managed to survive… and almost be happy while doing it. Until the day their group got on the wrong side of a demi-god - a trickster who didn’t take too well to being tricked in kind. The trickster didn’t kill them - instead it destroyed what mattered most - their family, scattering the members of their little gang to every end of the world.

Cole was once again left to fend for himself - which was how he happened across one Gabriel Reyes*. Caught in the act of pick-pocketing, Reyes made a deal with Cole - travel with him or get turned over to the authorities. Reasonably, Cole chose travel - though he did make several (failed) attempts to slip away in the first few weeks. Reyes always caught him. Eventually Cole found himself wrapped up in the other man’s work - as a freelance monster hunter. He took to the life easily enough - after all, the shadow world was a familiar one - and Reyes taught him more than he ever thought he’d know.

Then everything changed again when a job went south… and left Gabriel Reyes a changed man. Literally. Cole tried to stick with his partner and friend at first. After all - not all monsters were bad; he’d learned that much in his time with Reyes. But Reyes’ personal struggles with his new life caused tension and discord, eventually leading the older man to just walk away one night. Cole hasn’t seen him since. But he still hunts, still takes on jobs. What else can he do? Sometimes Cole feels like survival is the only thing he’s ever really been good at, anyway.

// I’m okay with this being in an urban timeline or in a pseudo-Victorian one, or whatever. Take your pick! ^_^

* FOR RPS WITH REAPER/GABE, MY HEADCANONS CAN BE ADJUSTED TO 'PLAY NICE' WITH YOURS.

Space Opera Verse

Currently a Private Verse

This universe is set in something VERY akin to Cowboy Bebop. Cole is a sci-fi bounty hunter who never seems to have enough cash to keep him going, so he bounces from one job to another, trying to keep his head above water... so to speak.

Steam Fantasy Verse

I’ve used this verse with a lot of my muses (because it’s fun. ;P) Basically, it’s a world set in a Victorian-esque setting, only with a combo of magic and steampunk qualities thrown in. Supernatural creatures of all kinds live and walk freely among humans, and everyone (mostly) gets along.

While slavery of ANY kind has been outlawed in this world, that doesn’t stop there from being a black market surrounding it. This underground group (often referred to as the ‘Goblin Market’ or 'The Underground') consists almost solely of powerful supernaturals who defy the laws and continue to buy, sell, and trade living creatures. Sometimes these slaves are other supernaturals, sometimes they’re human - regardless, the government (for multiple reasons) refuses to acknowledge that the Goblin Market exists, so there’s a secret group which works, vigilante-style, to end the Market once and for all. They refer to themselves as Shades

Unfortunately, the supernaturals involved in the Market are often old and powerful. They work from the shadows and have their hands in many aspects of law and government. This makes bringing any of them legally to justice almost impossible. But that doesn’t stop the Shades from trying (both in official and unofficial ways.)

Which is where Cole comes in. Cole Cassidy is a werewolf, and a former slave. He was rescued from that life by a vampire named Gabriel Reyes - a powerful Shade who’s working to destroy the Goblin Market from within. Cole quickly made himself an asset to the group, and occasionally has been known to ‘rejoin’ the slave ranks in order to gather intel. He doesn’t like it, but he’s good at it. And better him than someone else.

I’m open to exploring just about any aspect of this universe with someone as long as we do a bit of plotting first. Some bits are fleshed out more than others in my head, but that’s what RPs are for, right? :)

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If your thread with Cole isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

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Drums n' Guns (Main Verse)

Hanzo (leatherandsoil):

Kiss to Build a Dream On (Fallout Verse)

Hanzo (piercedflora):

Ballad of Fallen Angels (Space Opera Verse)

Bless The Broken Road (Steam Fantasy Verse)

Broken Pieces (A/B/O Verse)

Painted Flowers (Main Verse)

The Price We Pay (Four Horsemen Verse)

Herger & Hanzo (piercedflora):

An Inch of Time (Overwatch Verse)

Hinoka:

No Stranger to the Rain (Main Verse)

Kelly:

Planting Happiness (Gardener Verse)

Mike/et al:

A Fistful of Caps (Fallout Verse)

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If it's not apparent yet, this is a VERY AU version of Cole Cassidy. I can do an Overwatch verse it that's what you really want, but you need to tell me before we start, so we can do a bit of plotting. Thank you! :)

This AU version of Cassidy is also part of a fic I’m writing over on AO3. That way it doesn’t look like I’m stealing or anything. LOL! I decided I wanted to try a hand at RPing the character, but there are SO MANY amazing Cassidy’s out there already. So by making my AU fic my main verse, I feel more able to offer something new (while maybe fueling my drive to work on the fic in the process.) It’s at 11 chapters and over 50,000 words and still being written right now. But the story is about 95% all planned out in my head, so hopefully I can keep on track with it.

The fic itself is set in New York, but for ease of RPing, I’m happy to have Cole’s ‘home base’ be in any major U.S. city that’s convenient for your muse. Small towns don’t work as well due to certain headcanons, but if you’re interested in that (or would prefer it) for our RP, it’s okay to ask and we can try to work something out.

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Avengers U.N.I. Reports: Charly Rogers

So, I was writing my vampire!Tim Drake that I had left on the side for a week, in favor of the Among Us AU for the Arthurian Legend. When, SUDDENLY, A dream I had about a next gen/Daemon AU/Some Isekai non-sense for Marvel decided he was to be written. Being at over 3500 words and missing at least a third (maybe half) of the shenanigans needed for the plot AND TWO MASSIVE PIECES OF WORLDBUILDING. Might be the first time I do a second draft of a story. Absolute carnage.

Anyway, I realized quickly than, as usual for me, a story focused on a few characters (4 main heroes were planned) has turned into a ensemble cast story where three GROUPS have their own storylines, and one of the original planned heroes is now a recurring character that is part of none of them.

So, I’ve decided that i would write some characters sheets for everyone is this AU. For now, for each day where I didn’t finish the first chapter, I will do a sheet for a character from the universe I haven’t written yet! And to start with, here is Captain America’s (Steve Rogers) son! (When this was just a dumb idea in my brain, he was supposed to be a major side character. now? I don’t know when he’ll even get MENTIONNED, and he has a whole different costume. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....) :

CIVILIAN

Name: Charly Buck Ferdinand Rogers

Age: 17 and a half (birthday on the 7th of January. IN third year of training)

Height: 1m87/6′1 feet

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Honey Brown

Skin Tone: Light cofee

Other distinguishing features: Eyebrow scar. Often found wearing blue, white and red combos.

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HERO

Codename: Protector (despite multiple asks from his teachers, he has refused to use a name related to patriotism or his country)

Suit: All white suite with red hoot, boots and gloves. A golden thread makes a dove on his chest.

Super-powers:

Super-Strengh, can lift up to 1000 pounds (454 kg) without breaking a sweat.

Advanced Stamina: Can hold his breath for 7 minutes, average speed of 32 miles/hours (52 km/h). Actually faster than his father, whose peak speed is 30 miles/hours (48 km/h)

Durability and agility enhanced to the highest human potential

Enhanced Human Physiology: While impossible to test without his consent (or his father crashing down the Avengers C.A.M.P.U.S), previous people with the super-soldier injected in their veins reached what his physical perfection for a human male, and will keep this physique no matter their life-style. it is presumed it is the same with protector, even if it might be slightly weakened by the blood receive from his mother.

Enhanced Human Reflexes: Reaction estimes at eight time faster than a normal person

Peak Human mental Processing: Can learn any weapon/Martial Art training in a matter of a dozen of minutes. Always thinking. Hard to mentally influence.

Peak Human Senses: Protector’s sens of smell, taste, hearing, sight and touch are enhanced to nearly the limits of human potential.

Equipment:

Gantlets that produce force field. He can project those force-fields over anyone he wants by pointing at them. Can create a bigger dome around him by putting a glove to the ground. Unfortunately, can’t shield himself if he is shielding someone else, or the other force-fields protecting the others will dissapear.

Gun filled with tranquilizer gas. Knows to use it very sproadically, and never for crowd control, for reasons uncertain.

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Personality: There is a strak divide between Charly Rogers’s actions and how he presents himself as the Protector.

Charly Rogers is a well-known social activist, whose extra-curricular lessons in politics have led to becoming a well-known public figure on social medias. He is known for advocating radical decisions, like changement of amendements of the constitution or the dissolution of the current Supreme court, that he calls: “anti-democracy”.

His classmate call him “a very convincing dude with strange opinions”, “ awannabe ally”, “a true friend”, “A very protective dog who got into politics but doesn’t get how the world works”, “the most trutstworthy man alive”, or “a wild mess that somehwo feels like you’re too dirty to touch his purity. Not that he does it intentionally”.

Protector is a lot less provocative. A strong leader, he still decided to follow the actions of his team leader, the second Madame Masque. He is ready to lend his life to protect anyone, and is well-known for being generally one of the heroes with the less collateral damage responsible for. While he is sympathetic to the plight of many common criminals, he is known to not care much for the safety or health of anyone suspected of connections to A.I.M, H.Y.D.R.A or other terrorist organizations. Has refused to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. or  S.W.O.R.D, stating “I prefer to not work for any group whose leadership I can’t rely on to be just or abled of mind”, in one of his rare case of open political anarchism.

His teameantes called him: “A genius in denial” (Madame Masque), “The guy you want on your team” (The Totally Amazing Hulk), “A strange guy, but reliable” (Salem’s Spirit) and “The heart of the team” (Tempest).

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History:

On the 13/01/2002, Steve Rogers entered the Avengers Tower with a baby less than two weeks old in his arm, declaring it his son. DNA test proved that he was indeed the father. The other DNA has never match with any woman in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, and Steve Rogers always refused to give any answer to anyone. Suspicion than Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson have an inkling of a potential mother have been raised, but if they have an idea of this mystery’s explanation, they are very good at keeping it down.

Raised pretty openly after an incident where the two years-old Charly was seen crawling in the background of a press conference after he broke the barrier of his playground, Charly became a source of intense speculation and public attention, whitch lead Steve Rogers to home-school the young Charly, who already had a 7th grader knowledge at 9.

In february of 2017, Charly applied for Avengers C.A.M.P.U.S. without his father’s knowledge. Once warned, captain America declared that he would accept only if all ressources were put to make certain than Protector’s identity would never be discovered or revealed without his explicit permission.

Growing up with many members of the faculty, Protector immediately got many positive attention from students and teachers for being the ideal of the cape archetype: always following rules, generous, humble.

Starting with August 2018, however, Charly Rogers, in his civilian idenity only, started to make loud political statements that don’t fit with C.A.M.P.U.S’s beliefs. however, as he never once stated those opinions inside the faculty and few even know Charly and protector were one and the same, it was accepted than protector would be allowed on the grounds, in a plausible deniability kind of way.

No known association with any radical group was found, but agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are listening all his conversations 24/24 h. Thanks to the popularity of his father, he is for now protected of any ingerence by the FBI or the CIA.

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His true identity is known by: The Upper-levels members of C.A.M.P.U.S, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Madame masque II/ Ygraine Bloodstone, Danny Rand and Stephen Strange.

#my writing #my ramblings #Avengers U.N.I. #U.N.I. Reports #marvel comics #captain america #avengers

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Bad fighter Mobius M. Mobius is the best kind of Mobius M. Mobius, Actually.

I already loved Mobius more than most of the MCU characters before episode 6 came out, but THAT scene in Ravonna´s Office was really game changer for me. Until then I was actually sure, that this man is a great fighter. Because HOW THE FUCK COULD HE NOT BE, RIGHT? I mean...

he looks so sure of himself, He´s going on those missions with trained hunters all the time, he´s fearless! And then Ravonna says: “even with that, you´re of no danger to me” And I was like: Ha! keep dreaming girl He´ll show you! And Mobius was like: “Is that what you think? Let´s see..” And I was like: Yeeees that´s my boyyyyy!!!”

And then Ravonna was like...

Mobius in the air in like a split of second. And I was like 

But Mobius freaking smiled and was like: “Yeah you were right”

ok. OK. HE´S MY FUCKING FAVOURITE NOW. THERE IS NO ONE BETTER THEN HIM SORRY.  Suddenly I was lost. I was blown away. It was HE BETTER STAYS IN MCU FOREVER OR I WILL SCREAM type of feeling. So let me get this straight. He can´t fight. He probably knows that he is not a good fighter, and he...  HOLY SHIT. THE WHOLE SERIES IS SO MUCH BETTER!!! .... As much as I love the idea of strong Mobius with long hair and daggers, looking for Loki through entire universe… I´m not sure, if I really want to see that in canon. I just love this cute and non-combatant version of Mobius too much, I´m sorry! Let me explain my weird brain please: we have lots of strong heroes in MCU – those who are great fighters, or those who had to learn how to fight.   The one thing I always loved about Iron man was the fact, that he really needed his brilliant brain, his technology (suit) and bravery to fight. And in the end he was the hero who saved them all. I mean… yeah. There are side-kicks, like Happy Hogan, or Luis (Ant man´s best friend) and I LOVE them! But none of them has got as much screen time and importance, as Mobius. When I think about what I love so much about him and his dynamic with Loki, there is always this one thing that prevails: one of them is an incredibly strong but also very careful god (not when he´s drunk though) who uses a lots of strategies and plans, while the other is a tiny man in a suit who can´t fight shit but runs into the throat of a danger every chance he get and no one can´t stop him. just look at him!!!

He goes on missions with these trained hunters to just look around for clues and has no concerns about potentional harm whatsoever.

And he even finds the time to stand up for normal people and be kind to them in the process:

Once Loki has no collar, on his neck he could break all Mobius´s limbs in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, but Mobius is completely sure he has nothing to worry about around his Loki. He´s not scared of ANYTHING, especially  of Loki variants. Like EVER! :D

let me break it down in detail for ya. I made a list: When they are taking Loki on his first mission outside, Loki asks, if no one is concerned that he is going to has his magic back...

well, maybe someone actually is concerned by that but it sure as hell isn´t Mobius. He just simply says that he could get Loki to Time keepers if he won´t try anything and like... this one line is getting on Loki so much, that Loki even tries to use it few moments latter xD And here is the best scene ever: 

LOKI: “we can go anywhere!” 

MOBIUS: “I´m not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse” FEW MOMENTS LATTER:

Hang on. Wait. So you telling me, he took this man outside without  permission, without backup (you know, hunters, that actually CAN fight), right to the apocalypse, knowing that Loki can use his powers anytime, however he wants.  It´s just...  God. I love him!!! And then he just hands him the daggers like it´s no big deal!

Like are we all aware this man has no any super powers, no big strength, nor any impressive fighting skills and he is willing to give him daggers for a mission, where this god is capable of magic and everyone else in team ECCEPT mobius is at least able to fight????? And he just has that small bulletproof vest,  and a raincoat and he chats with Loki in a rain like it was a fucking another apocalyptic DATE?

Ok. Let´s jump to the episode four He goes and persuades Ravonna to let him interrogate Sylvie and he is straight up arguing with her, even when he´s told how dangerous Sylvie is. This man LOVES danger!!! 

Once he has doubts he  decides to risk it all and  swaps TemPads right behind Ravonnas back. 

And he is watching it OUT LOUD in a place where anyone can show up at anytime! 

no but serously. This is a face of a man who is EXCITED for a dangerous adventures with Loki. Yeah, lets bring this whole place down together! 

And then we have this scene. Mobius really has a nerves to pull “ ha ha I had to take it by mistake” line right there. 

But once he understand he´s gonna die, he just take his fate with bravery and talks to Ravonna about life he really desires. 

And remember that time Ravonna warned him about this variant and how dangerous she is?  He casually saves her, just like that. No big deal. 

He even has a time to make teasing notes about how  Sylvie should be more careful jumping to a strangers car like that and how she really is one of the Lokis. 

And after he saves her, he manage to apologize to her  and make her to like him. EVERY FREAKING LOKI LIKES HIM! - that has to be his super power I swear And then Sylvie is like: well actually let´s go back there, I think It´s the best idea ever.  And mobius is like:  What back to the angry cloud? - oh great. fuck this why the hell not. Lets do it. 

so... while Loki and Sylvie are getting closer, lets show us, how literally every Loki likes Mobius (like not even alligator loki wants to hurt him, even when Mobius suggests that he is a liar I CAN´T) And just random (AGAIN) during the chat  saving Loki and Sylvie (without even knowing) when he inspires Classic Loki to change. 

He offers free tickets straght to the TVA to kid Loki, classic Loki and an alligator. I mean... What a LEGEND. 

when he gets there he just knock on Ravonna´s door and is like - lets talk about it xDD

And he isn´t even suprised to lose that fight. He makes himself comfortable on the floor: yeah you were right. Here we go again. Just prune me already, doesn´t matter, I have my Lokis there anyway.

But make no mistake, I don´t think he is stupid, or naive. That is the most fascinating thing about him.  He is brilliant. He can makes great plans (it surely as hell was him, who come up with the high school scheme) He is a great  investigator, he  is familiar with psychology very well, he know how to manipulate people just as well, as Loki. He can  interrogate flawlessly (when jealousy is not involved) And when he woke up in the Void, he was able to escape certain death, choose a car and drive around looking for Loki - and eventualy save Sylvie. He is a very capable man. I dont think he shouldn´t have any power. Like - he has his inteligence, his knowledge of all  languages  (I want to see him chat with Groot please), his knowledge of psychology,  knowledge  of how TVA works... He can have his pruning stick, TemPad, bulletproof vest and a raincoat for what I care. but most importantly he has his kind heart, love of adrenaline, and he is a freaking Loki expert. And let´s not forget, every Loki loves him. Also, he has a damn luck as well :D It´s like - Loki always ends up loosing, so Mobius  is fine  - even when he should be dead about million times already. (one man´s void is another man´s piece of cake) So when they are togheter. There is no way for Loki to actually die. Not by his side xD So I don´t think he needs to become great fighter. I believe, that this is a hundred times better. Creators should explore this dynamic to it´s bottom before they make him fighter with super powers or something like that. ( I wouldn´t mind long hair though)  I´m sorry. But I just really love that. I love how small and fragile he is, but he wont be scared of anything. And now he´s Loki best friend (while having masive crush on him, let's be precise ) So just imagine all those amazing scenes that could come with that.  Imagine there is some very dangerous Loki variant that everyone has problem to deal with, and Mobius is gonna be like - you´re so cute guys, nice try. Now let me talk to him, will ya.  Imagine some big battle where our Loki and Mobius are fighting side by side with Avengers and Loki is using all his potential, and he is so stunning in his leather but he can´t focus very well, because few metters from him is a small, fragile man in a suit just using TemPad an afucking pruning stick. And Loki didn´t even want him there in the first place. So they are arguing like married couple right then and there and every avenger AND enemy in  close distance just can´t believe these two are real.  also Loki saves Mobius by taking him in his arms right on time and running to safety with him

Maybe this post is  completely useless and has  incredibly bad english like every text I write, but I don´t care. I just wanted to loudly  appreciate this mans non-fighting skills and his hilariously huge courage. End of the post.  have nice day! Bye!

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