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wakkass · 8 months

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Katara's Lightning: waterbending technique

Part 1

Book 3 provided some very good ideas for alternative uses of waterbending. Everyone knows bloodbending, one of the most powerful and conceptual techniques. In principle, I think the episode with Katara mastering this ability is the most interesting in the season.

But not only because of bloodbending, but also because of creative ways to obtain water. Get it out of the plants! Or even out of thin air! This opens up so many possibilities that, unfortunately, weren't explored during the season. Maybe this was considered in comics or LoK, but I would like to talk about my version of the development of the concept.

I was very interested in controlling water in the air. I thought that this was a very revolutionary approach, because you need to get water from essentially nothing, it’s difficult and at the same time convenient. A source of water is always at hand, great!

However, the question is: is this all? Is it really impossible to go further and develop the ability in some other way? Lately I have been very interested in this question, and my reflection has taken me in an unexpected direction.

I thought about storm clouds. We have already been shown how, together with an airbender, even an inexperienced waterbender can control clouds. However, in the future, when Katara develops her skills, she may well be able to cope with this task herself. Clouds are made of water, and thanks to Hama, she clearly learned to feel the element on a more subtle level and control it even in the air. Making water particles move in the sky might not be that difficult for her.

And imagine how cool it would look during the invasion of the Fire Nation. If Katara didn’t just fly on Appa and destroy airships one by one, but carried a thunderstorm across the sky, like Storm from the X-Men. Bad weather would prevent the air force from entering the battle, and rain would help the waterbenders on the ground and prevent the firebenders from fighting. This would not only be visually powerful, but also quite useful.

And then I thought about what happens in a thunderstorm. Lightning. The firebending technique can essentially be summoned by the opposite element! This idea amazed me…

Let's start with where lightning comes from in nature. In simple terms, when small water crystals of different sizes move very quickly inside a thundercloud and collide with each other, they form opposite charges in different parts of it. The result is natural lightning. That is, all that is needed is to be able to control the water particles in the air, and, as we know, Katara has learned this.

Imagine if, during the same invasion, she had gotten too caught up in creating a storm. The ice particles collided so quickly that at some point, lightning appeared in time with Katara's movements. Powerful, uncontrollable, dangerous. She and Appa were in the middle of a storm without any preparation or protection, it was scary. But at the same time exciting and intriguing. How does it feel to realize that you can create magic of the opposite element? This can't help but stun you.

But Katara would have to restrain herself. I don't think she liked it, but she didn't want to put Appa and herself in danger. As a result, the thunderstorm she created was not half as powerful as it could have been.

Why is it important? Because in my perception this is not just a technique. I feel like the storm, and in particular the lightning, in this case represents Katara herself in book 3. Remember her rage in the episode "Southern Raiders" when she expressed long-buried feelings about the loss of her mother. Remember how long and painfully she nursed Aang after his death, and subsequently experienced enormous stress in “The Puppetmaster” due to bloodbending. I think Katara needs some emotional release (which she got in "Southern Raiders", but more on that in part two). And lightning could personify that internal energy that strives outward.

Remember how Katara's anger manifested itself in book 1 through its effect on the water around her? What if it got bigger because Katara grew up as a master?

This time it is very dangerous to give in to feelings like this and turn them into the element, because Katara is not able to control the lightning itself, only create it. This can seriously hurt her herself, as well as those around her, just like words and deep resentments (for example, towards Sokka for not grieving the loss of their mother as much as she does). Therefore, there is nothing left to do but restrain the impulses of rage and irritation.

Perhaps she would even refuse to create new storms. Unfortunately, without someone who could control the direction of the lightning, she cannot guarantee the safety of herself and the people around her. But where can she find such a handyman?..

Part 2 >

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #atla fanart #atla au #katara #atla katara #zuko #atla zuko #lightning bending #waterbending #bending meta #this idea seemed so simple and so brilliant to me #water creating fire #and this is a phenomenon from our reality #subject to the laws of physics #I want to play with this idea #there are so many types of lightning that we can use wow

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Cyrus & Boreas

Spirits of the elements

The earth has been in a very delicate balance for a couple of years now, despite constant reminders of extinction, only magic users know what is really going on with temperatures, sometimes too hot or too cold.

It had been years since Amity Park ceased to exist, years since the land where the old town was located was inhabited, now it was just a wasteland, the city practically moved into the Infinite Realms, it turns out that its inhabitants were so exposed to ectoplasm that when they died almost everyone became a ghost.

For years Vlad and Danny had come to an agreement, just watching the earth, seeing new heroes come and go, but they were both getting bored of it, missing their old rivalry, the thrill of chasing each other, they also missed visiting their dimension. It was, after all, half of their home.

Seeing the problem of global warming and how damaged the earth was, Clockwork presented them a solution. It turns out that when you were properly connected to your core you could take an animal form, and expand your element where you stepped, or around you. Frostbite and the yetis taught Danny more about it, Pandora and the greeks ended up teaching Vlad.

It was the beginning of their competition, apparently Acropolis of Athens and Far Frozen had an old rivalry too, so they were more than happy to teach them how to deal in a friendly way (still a dangerous fighting but apparently that was the most friendly possible without killing each other)

This power wasn't something ghosts would practice very often, because it would expend too much energy and ectoplasm, it wasn't like Dora's amulet or Amorpho special talent at all, ¿the good part? The halfas were characterized by having energy to spare.

With that resolved, Clockwork tasked them with taking care of the earth's temperatures, so a few times a year (mostly on winter and summer solstice days), Vlad and Danny would choose a specific animal and run across the earth, the places where Vlad stepped warmed up in an instant, the places Danny walked were filled with snowflakes and cold.

The animal forms they liked to take the most were extinct or mythological creatures, sometimes they changed to be opposite species, at other times they were the same.

The magic users named it "The Cyrus & Boreas Phenomenon", when Danny heard about it he was excited by his name being so similar to the Northern Lights, while Vlad sulked for having a Persian name while being trained by Greeks.

This continued without being a problem, until Danny found the Wachtower station in space, immediately he changed his path and ran towards it; Vlad, knowing this could become a problem, followed him from afar.

The Justice League and Justice League Dark were having a meeting when the temperature dropped, Constantine cursed as the rest of the league tensed "Bats, what day is it?"

"December 21" upon hearing his response, Constantine cursed again as he ranted about the winter solstice.

"Damn it, damn it ¿why did he deviate from his route? He doesn't go of his way, especially not in this time of the year, ¡this is a disaster!" Constantine paced back and forth "Look, I know you guys like to poke your nose into everything that happens, but this is strictly magical, so no matter what's about to come, keep quiet, do absolutely nothing ¿Do you understand?" The hellbazer's hands trembled as he speaked.

"You can't just say that, ¡we have a right to know! This is nonsense" Diana frowned, she didn't much like the wizard's attitude right now.

"Sorry Wonder Woman, but this is strictly tied to the Justice League Dark, trust us for now, it's for your safety" Fate spoke, he knew nothing bad would happen if the league just kept quiet.

As soon as the lord of order stopped speaking, the entire room began to freeze, pieces of ice hanging on the walls as a Giant wolf ran through the wall.

In the first instance, the wolf looked dangerous, the places where its paws were placed had frozen, pure pieces of ice, the wolf turned its attention to the League, approaching curiously.

"Boreas" Zatanna exhaled in amazement, the entire magical community knew how the animal's presence felt no matter how much it changed its shape, it was the closest thing to a myth that existed, leveling the planet's temperatures, staying a few days and disappearing, impossible to find, record or locate no matter how hard you tried.

"However, where is Cyrus?" Constantine murmured to his partner, if Boreas was near his counterpart shouldn't be far away.

Danny looked at the wizards, interested in the names they had given him, he was about to ask about it when a ball of fire hit him in the shoulder.

He growled in complete frustration as he turned to look at his assailant, behind him the League tensed at the sound as Fate signaled for them to keep quiet.

Behind the animal appeared a Tasmanian tiger the same size as the Giant wolf, Barry was about to question if they weren't supposed to be extinct when the wolf snarled and lunged at the tiger, who ran back to earth.

The entire league watched as the ice brought by the wolf was extinguished by the appearance of the tiger, returning to normal as both creatures moved away.

"Constantine, situation report" Batman was clearly the first to snap out of the trance he had been left in.

"Look Bats, I know how much you want your precious information but this is out of your league, ¿those guys? Cyrus & Boreas, they are as close to benign Gods as you can find, they keep the earth's temperature stable with their games" Constantine lit his cigarette, trying to ignore the surreal situation.

"¿Games?" Superman was next to speak, a concerned note in his voice.

"Games" Fate confirmed "We theorize they are opposing elements, maybe spirits, we think they pursue each other as some kind of challenge, and the balance on earth is just a lucky accident, we don't know where they live or where they come from, but they're not someone you want to play with." Fate commented, remembering the fact that most of the time the creatures try to hurt each other but never give the final hit, always waiting for the other to heal.

"Are you telling me that if these beings decide to stop coming here, will we simply ¿disappear? ¿Because they just decided to stop playing?"

"Something similar, but far more complicated than that" Zatanna entered the conversation "they keep the consequences of global warming stable, if they stop coming, well...the earth will definitely go extinct quickly, I'd give it a couple of years" is not like humanity was taking proper care of earth, these "gods" were basically a miracle for humans to correct their own errors.

"¿Why were we not informed?" Batman was at a crossroad, these beings were definitely dangerous, but if they faced them it could cause catastrophic consequences.

"The same reason you are struggling Bats" Constantine snorted "You want to solve all the problems, but you don't understand that magic is not meant to be solved or a problem, some things are better left as they are, without interfering, or it could happen something worse" and they are far older than all of us he didn't mention out loud.

"Then ¿what do you suggest? ¿We stand here doing nothing while two would-be Gods use our planet as a playground?" Oliver frowned, disgusted.

"Yes" for the first time Shazam spoke in the conversation "because if we don't let them we will become extinct" Billy knew much more than the magicians, books on the rock of eternity that detailed human spirits, about the infinite Realms and the deities that inhabited them. The delicate balance existing in life and death, but he was not allowed to divulge it.

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Back on earth, in Paris, Vlad and Danny were enjoying a cup of coffee and hot chocolate respectively.

"So, ¿did you want to meet the heroes or see their cool station in space?" Vlad questioned in amusement as Danny choked on his chocolate "The station ¿huh?" Vlad spoke again while Danny looked at him with a frown "It's okay Daniel, I know you can't help it"

"Yeah, I know, it was a bit stupid to change the route, and reveal myself to sorcerers, but the heroes, the aliens, the space, I needed to see it" the boy grimaced, feeling guilty "thanks for getting me out of there, I was about to do something stupid"

"¿Something stupid like speak?" Vlad questioned knowingly, he was aware that humanity now considered them myths or even gods, they shouldn't be revealing themselves freely, their games were mostly harmless but they had a purpose.

"Yeah, sorry" Danny sighed "although I love the new name, Boreas commands a lot more respect than Danny, ¿right? I do miss when they called me Phantom though..."

Seeing that the boy was lost in his memories again, Vlad sighed, he also missed the old times, their battles, Phantom and Plasmius fighting to the death, but their grudges were resolved long ago, they had no reason to fight, Boreas & Cyrus was an escape from boredom and a reunion with the old days more than anything else.

"It's okay little badger, we can stop by their space station next year, I don't think the fledgling heroes will care" Vlad took a sip from his mug, considering, obviously they would care, but he really didn't care about their feelings, let them freak out a little more.

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acowardinmordor · 11 months

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Steddie Persuasion AU but make it modern and blur the edges, and eliminate homophobia. Steve turned down Eddie's proposal because his family put a ton of pressure on him to do so, even though he was mad in love and very very much wanted to marry him. He almost eloped, but his best friend Nancy convinced him that he couldn't throw his life away at nineteen for a guy with more arrests than opportunities. Eddie was heartbroken and furious, and took the risk he hadn't before. Ends up a rockstar. Not so famous everyone knows him, but if you're into music, if you watch the grammys, you know Eddie Munson.

Eight years later, Steve's dad has fucked up the finances and makes dumb investments (maybe crypto) and Steve ends up helping close out branches of the company and sell things off as they downsize, blah blah. His dad refuses to put his face on it, so he has it be Steve firing everyone and whatnot. Ends up meeting Dustin and some of the others who made bank on some tech thing who are coming in to buy off assets and take over parts of the Harrington holdings. Steve thinks the names are a coincidence until he sees Dustin smile, and realizes that oh shit, he's going to be in meetings with Eddie's friends, and oh shit, they don't know about the summer Eddie and Steve were together.

They'd just be so perfect for the dynamic. Eddie being all sideways insulting about Steve bc its been years and he's still so so mad at him about it that he refuses to look closer. Steve who puts on a show of being exactly what he's supposed to be, in this case, charming and untouchable and perfect, and no one sees through the mask. Bc his friends, other than Nancy, are all new since he and Eddie broke up. So they don't know how he used to smile. They think this is Steve perfectly happy in his life.

But obvs eventually Eddie actually looks and he can see how his Stevie is a husk of who he was, and he realizes that no, he was wrong for all those years. He thought he wanted the guy that broke his heart to be miserable. But now he's looking at the guy he still loves, and he can't stand to see that Steve IS miserable.

#persuasion AU #Steddie #again this is one I won't write #I just like teh vibes #no idea who Robin is in the original #but Chrissy is Louisa #Billy as the cousin maybe?#thats less important to me than the way these two would ache #and the way that letter would play out #with Steve racing to find Eddie #bc he has a chance to get him back #and he'd walk through fire for another chance

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 11 months

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here have a Lights Out meme(?) before i go to bed <3 Wally is showing off a neat party trick to his newfriend <3

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#this has been in my mind for several days and im finally tired enough to execute it #this is... technically noncanon to the au i suppose...#wally Wouldn't touch fire again he learned his lesson #but also. at this point in the 'story' (said nebulously) Does He Really Care #wally: hey frank check this shit out *lights himself on fire*#frank - softly but with feeling: what the fuck...#home: *tired creak*#wallys had his Nothing In Life Matters (depressed) phase #now its time for Nothing In Life Matters (manic) phase #wh lights out au #scribble salad #theyre having so much fun i prommy (lying)#i really need to portray more of the au than just the Frank And Wally Alone In The Studio portion #even if it is the most fun. To Me.#they're entertaining... i feel like im playing with dolls...

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whomst-the-hell · 2 years

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i would like a steddie musicians au fic where eddie is the front man of a popular metal band (obviously) and steve is the lead singer of a pop group (or maybe a more indie djo type deal? doesn’t matter) and they have a very public rivalry, often playing at the same venues/festivals around the same time to “compete”. preferably this is a modern au so they can tweet at eachother and shit.

except actually they’ve been married the Entire time.

the rivalry was an accident — maybe steve mentioned once that he wasnt really into metal, maybe eddie went on one of his conformity’s killing the kids fuck jocks speeches, and the bands were already kind of associated bc theyre from the same town + the thing with the venues, so the comments got taken as vaguepost-y insults abt the other

everyone finds it Hilarious, especially bc, other than continuing to bicker and occasionally tweet at eachother, (its how they flirt lol) they arent actually trying to hide their relationship. its public knowledge that theyre both married, just not to eachother. often the events theyre invited to a) dont appeal to the other or b) theyre both invited so they take advantage of the +1 rules to bring other friends along as well. this means that theres not much opportunity for them to be seen together (they do stay at home dates primarily, bc theyre so often out and surrounded by ppl for work that its nice to just be alone together for a while)

then one of them wins a grammy or smth and they talk abt the other in the speech and maybe kiss. the general public goes Insane and it is Glorious

#steddie #steddie musician au #stranger things #is this inspired by the minyard-josten rivalry?#………#nahhh #btw they purposely co-ordinate their tours to overlap a lot #which is why they play at so many shared venues #ppl think its some kind of competition but actually theyre clingy lmao #eddies band is #corroded coffin #bc i love them #i think steves is robin nancy jonathon and maybe also argyle #they both talk frequently abt some kid named dustin but that just adds fuel to the fire #‘’theyre fighting for custody!’’ no theyre just gay #cough@thedufferbrotherscough

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fiery-emblems · 6 months

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So, Soren is a character who's all full of "what if?" scenarios, which i'm pretty sure is one of the reasons we all like him so much. And of course the biggest "what if?" is "what is Soren had been raised by his father as the Daein prince??"

I've observed that the most popular take on this is poor abused baby prince just waiting for his knight in shining armor Ike to rescue him.💖💖💖

(That's some good stuff right there)

If I'm being honest though I'm 100% sure that if Ashnard had kept his kid around Soren would have grown up to be EVIL. That's not because I think Soren is evil by nature or evil without Ike or anything, but Ashnard's entire purpose behind marrying a dragon was to try and create a monster so a prince of Daein Soren would likely be....a monster.

So! Design under the cut!

My thinking is, Ashnard's kid would be growing up in an environment of "might is right, the weak are meat" but Soren is not very strong so he likely would have been forced to assert his dominance through cunning and daily acts of cruelty towards other people. Imagine a Black Butler type evil mastermind young master...yikes!

This is a face that says "You peons are beneath me and I better prove it or my father is going to beat me to death". Also he has a knife because Soren deserves to have a knife in every universe.

"But OP!" You're saying "doesn't he look a little too....boyish?" Yes, you're right. Imagine though, that if the little prince is being raised by Ashnard, he's also being raised by Almedha. From her perspective as a dragon it must look as though her little baby is aging rapidly. Much more rapidly than is natural to her. So I figure she would end up coddling him to an extreme degree and trying to keep him as baby for as long as possible. Normal Soren makes an effort to appear older than he is, in this scenario it would be the opposite.

Last note on hairstyle: I feel like the long hair is tied to his background as a mage, and I don't remember there being many Daein men with long hair (That seems more like a Laguz thing ironically) so I decided to do the short hair.

TLDR: If Soren had been raised by his parents you would probably end up with a bratty, cruel, genius brained, knife wielding maniac. I picture him being that boss you have to fight like 4 times and you hate him because his maps all have extremely difficult gimmicks.

#fire emblem #soren #tellius #fe 9 #design #au #tellius au #prince of daein soren #just a fun little idea #or a terrible idea lmao #one of many different ways this could have played out

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falling-skyzz · 8 months

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onesies sleepover

#wings of fire #wof #darkstalker #clearsight #fathom #indigo #whiteout #onesie #you cant really see it but indigo and fathom are matching shark hoodies #what do you think they r playing #clearsight is winning #as always #wof anthro au

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onedivinemisfit · 5 months

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Made a ship version, well as far as I was able given they were drawn weeks apart 👉👈

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #marianne von edmund #claude von riegan #mariclaude #myart #modern au #i havent settled on any one true ship for either of them #havent played all possibilities yet #but i am becoming quite fond of this ships potential

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ninjagirlstar5 · 11 months

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Danganronpa Another 2 - The Moon of Hope and Sun of Despair, sdra2 - Fandom, Super Dangan Ronpa Another 2, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Otori Teruya/Sannoji Mikado, IRL Sannotori, Otori Teruya & Sannoji Mikado, Iranami Keisuke & Maki Ryutaro, Otori Teruya & Iranami Keisuke, Otori Teruya & Maki Ryutaro, Kinjo Tsurugi & Otori Teruya, Iranami Keisuke & Sannoji Mikado, Maki Ryutaro & Sannoji Mikado, Mekaru Rei & Otori Teruya, Mekaru Rei & Sannoji Mikado, Yamaguchi Midori & Sannoji Mikado, Tomori Minako & Otori Teruya, Tomori Minako & Sannoji Mikado, Kinjo Tsurugi & Mekaru Rei, Yamaguchi Midori & Otori Teruya, Ando Hikaru & Otori Teruya, Ando Hikaru & Sannoji Mikado, Iranami Keisuke & Ando Hikaru, Tomori Minako & Maki Ryutaro, Yamaguchi Midori & Tomori Minako, Ando Hikaru & Tomori Minako, Ando Hikaru & Maki Ryutaro, Yamaguchi Midori & Maki Ryutaro, Yamaguchi Midori & Iranami Keisuke, Ando Hikaru & Yamaguchi Midori Characters: Otori Teruya, Sannoji Mikado, Irl Sannoji Mikado, Iranami Keisuke, Maki Ryutaro, Kinjo Tsurugi, Mekaru Rei, Yamaguchi Midori, Tomori Minako, Original Characters, Ando Hikaru Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, plenty of comfort but plenty of hurt, No Beta, 3rd Limited POV, Otori Teruya's POV, IRL Sannoji Mikado's POV, there will be others but those two are the main ones, some characters are mentioned but won't be tagged until they make an official appearance, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fangan Ronpa: Super Danganronpa Another 2 - The Moon of Hope and Sun of Despair, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Compliant, sorta - Freeform, there's a reason why those two tags are in the same breath, Spoilers for SDRA2 and DRA, the fact that IRL Mikado Sannoji is in the tags is a spoiler in itself sorry, IRL Mikado Sannoji Lives AU, Swearing, Past Injuries, Spoilers, Tags Contain Spoilers, Past Character Death, technically enemies to friends to lovers but we start when they're friends, we will get flashback chapters eventually, Between Seasons/Series, tags will be updated if I remember something or find a tag that fits, tags will also be updated as the story goes on, past crimes, (stares at Mikado), specific content and trigger warnings will be in the beginning of the author notes if they apply, Secret Relationship, Rated M for Violence and Blood and Gore Summary:

"Never play with fire" was something everyone hears at least once in their life. Teruya Otori knows this, he should know this very well. He does everything he can to be careful with one of nature's most dangerous forces of life.

And yet, taking in the real Mikado Sannoji ended up being more than he bargained for. Especially when his feelings for the criminal grow to be more than what's professional. But Teruya, despite all the warnings, tries his best to make it all work out.

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Chapter 11 Update!

Summary: Teruya and Mikado finally adjusts to sharing a room and eventually a bed together. But June is coming up, which makes both of them gloomy.

After all, the anniversary of the Proto-Killing Game was coming up. The very event that changed the trajectory of their lives.

CW: Brief Narration of Underage Sex, Bits of Suicidal Ideation, Nightmares of Death/Corpses, Blood

Lots of grieving all around, considering all of the people that died in the Proto-Killing Game.

And, like usual, some sexual tension near the end of Teruya and Mikado's POVs. And some brief moment of possessiveness in Mikado's POV.

Also, I may know the events of the Danganronpa timeline but I don't know how to fit DRA in it, especially since I've pretty much expanded the 79th class's time in Hope's Peak before they were forced to leave, so I decided to just say, "fuck it, we ball." I'll make it make sense somehow.

#SDRA2 #Teruya Otori #Mikado Sannoji #IRL Sannotori #Super Danganronpa Another 2 #IRLkado #SDRA2 Spoilers #IRL Mikado Sannoji #IRL Terukado #Playing with Fire #Playing with Fire AU #Fanfic #My Writing #Star's Writing

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rollinouttahere-writes · 3 months

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Doll at Marineford pulls a Lucky with the bribery but instead of promising to marry someone, she for the first and only time uses her Shanks’ daughter privileges and calls her dad to be like:

Doll: “If you save Ace I’ll give you a hug and say I love you and that you’re the best father in the world.”

Shanks: Doesn’t even answer or hang up, just drops the snail and runs to steer the ship towards Impel Down/Marineford

Imagine Ace getting yanked around by Shanks and Buggy like a chew toy between dogs because both of them need to be the one to save him.

Shanks: I need to be the one to save him so I can get my daughter's approval!

Buggy: Well I need to be the one to save him so I can get married to Lucky!

Ace: WHAT?!

Shanks: Who even is that?!

Buggy, pointing at Lucky with hearts in his eyes: The love of my life~

Shanks: ... Would she marry me if I saved Ace?

Ace: I'm killing both of you.

#strays au #playing with doll #buggy the clown #shanks #red haired shanks #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #thank you for this idea i love the chaos

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mayhemspreadingguy · 1 year

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Today I woke up and chose silliness!

(yes, the mood of my posts is all over the place but this is what you signed up for, it's literally in the name x'D)

This is another contribution to the silly rabbit au (by @cuubism ) featuring @magnusbae 's Dream in a hoodie.

#silly rabbit au #dreamling #well hob did say that he can fake is own death if needed but how many times will he have to do that? xD #at some point hob starts to attend his own funeral as a guest. and if anybody asks questions he's all like: no sadly i am no robert gadling #(/or whatever name he's been using) and i will miss that man dearly #(and he's speaking the truth because he's practically burying a life that he has built up. he's burying the person #he has been for past decades)#it's a slow process but hob starts to sprinkle the small but outrageous truths in conversation and let's others take it however they want t #he very inconspicuously adopts Dream's attitude and starts to play along with Dream's misleading truths #and then he starts to spin the tales in different directions - derailing Dream's stories #and THAT'S when the chaos really starts xD #why make dream's storytelling easier when he can twist it and basically fight fire with fire right? :DD #also. don't listen to me im just shitposting here

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an-au-blog · 3 months

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Oh, your love is sunlight

Happy (late) Valentine's Day (version without text ↓ +description in tags)

#east blue asylum wing au #zosan #zoro x sanji #zs #first off if its bad quality - it's a huge canvas and it's more pixelated if i try to export the picture than if I screenshot so... :/#I sometimes like assigning songs to different dynamics and or characters I play around with and I've been recently listening to #a lot of Hozier again and I'd like to think that Sunlight is how Zoro sees Sanji - he is Icarus flying to the sun and he is willing to get #burned if only to reach the sunlight - it's a deathtrap... because of course it is... all attachments are but Sanji's love is the death tra #that he welcomes like a moth to a flame because even Icarus felt the bliss and freedom before his wax melted #I haven't depicted it here but Sanji's Hozier song for Zoro would probably be NFWMB because in his eyes Zoro is this untouchable force #that would watch the world go up in flames and when the time Sanji wouldn't mind being a tree just to fuel his fire (im well aware how #cheesy that sounds just bare with me... or better yet listen to the song its really good trust me ok?)#the world starts and ends with him and where they lay #and their shared Hozier song is Francesca because if anything in this au zosan are two lovers stuck in Dante's inferno and sprinting back i #only for the chance to get back to their lover and if that meant going back into hell to look for each other then so be it #there's a part of the song that goes “My life was a storm / Since I was born / How could I fear any hurricane?” which is pretty fitting imo #op #fan art #my art

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eroslove88 · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 3: "But the wound that he leaves is unmistakable"

Pairing: Yan. Diluc x Male. Reader

Warning: Branding, fire, pain, kidnapping, nipple play(ish) and sir kink

Note: All right, I hope you all enjoy this one. I apologize for the laziness in this one. 😅

His fiery eyes burned into yours. They looked angry but you hadn't done anything wrong, not for a while. You feared him. So you just sat across from him silently and ate your soup.

The maids were nice but they never spoke up about what Diluc was doing. Every morning they'd come into the room and ignore your cries as they cleaned. Maybe they knew that at some point you we're bound to give up.

"Would you like more wine sir?" a maid asks you.

You look back at her and shake your head. Diluc stares. "Be polite."

Your heart is beating at him comment, "No." you whisper, "No, thank you." your voice is meek as she walks away and a small weight is lifted off your shoulders.

"Adelinde"

"Yes, Master Diluc?" she responds.

"We'll be fine for now" your heart drops as she responds with a 'yes' and walks out of the dining room.

"Come here." he demands, his voice low but somewhat threatening. Obediently you stand up and walk towards him slowly, head tilted downwards. "Sit" he pats his right thigh. For a second you hesitate but you take a deep inhale and just suck it up. 'This will be quick' you repeatedly told yourself.

Dilus grabs you by the jaw and forces you to look at his... beautiful face, it was so much nicer than you had remembered. Your eyes wonder from him eyes to his jaw, it was perfect. "You've been doing 'better' recently" he comments. You stare back at his eyes and force a smile. "Th-thank you" you swallow hard, "Sir"

His hand is placed on your waist, it slowly heats up and you shift uncomfortably. "Ah- Diluc?" you question. He doesn't respond. His other hand holds you down by your shoulder. Your shirt- it's burning. "Diluc? Diluc, what are you-" he shushed you before staring at you. "Lay down on the table. "

Your eye widen, "But- the plates" it was a stupid excuse but it was all you could come up with. "I can always by new ones" the flame on your shirt is burning now but reluctantly you boost yourself onto the table. He puts the flame out with his gloved hand. "Hold still, I love you and I wouldn't like you to get more hurt than you have to" you freeze as he kisses your forehead.

It's an odd feeling, warm lips on cold skin. Your lips quiver as he rips your shirt off leaving your chest and stomach exposed. He stares for a couple of seconds before letting his hands wander your torso occasionally stopping to tweak your nipple. "Sir- ah" you hiss out feeling his, bare hot hand on your stomach? He never really takes off his gloves only for punishments- but you've been good lately. "It's ok, I'll be quick. But the healing process won't be as fast. So bare with me" he comments. "Sir, w-what are you doing?" you question lifting your upper body with you arms.

"Stay." he demands pushing you back down, "If you move you'll mess something up." it felt like his nails were digging into your skin but then you felt burning. You clench your teeth hard breathing quickly, "It burns" you try pushing yourself away but he grabs you harshly. "I'm doing you a favor"

Your eyes are watering and as his hands get hotter a scream is ripped from your throat. With that a long line of begging began, you desperately trashed underneath him part of it was just reflexes but the other part was just distressed. You stopped caring about his rule on 'dirty' language, it didn't matter whether you were well mannered in this moment or not.

It felt like an eternity until it stopped. He carried you back to the shared room carefully avoiding the burned area. The next morning you were still sobbing as he sat you down in front of a long mirror running his hand across the beautifully branded, "Diluc" on your stomach.

#tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere #tw noncon #tw branding #fire #yandere diluc #master diluc #yandere genshin #genshin yandere #yandere genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #fire play #yandere genshin au #kinktober2022 eros 💘.#male reader #diluc x male reader

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weee another fantasy au snippet <3 a little shorter than usual cause that's what the scene is <3 shorter <3

Something is wrong with Wally.

It’s not serious, or at least Barnaby doesn’t think it is. If he didn’t pay such close attention to his buddy, he’d never know that anything was amiss at all - Wally has an excellent straight face. But not so excellent that Barnaby can’t read him.

There’s a different curve to his smile these days. It’s sort of pinched, sort of sad. It matches a look in his eyes that puts Barnaby on edge, if only because that deep, dark pensiveness is so wildly out of place on Wally’s soft face.

It scares him. Something is off.

What is it?

Barnaby taps his claws on his middle as he stares at the tent roof, thin enough that firelight from outside bleeds through. Despite the late hour, his eyelids feel magicked open. The other side of the tent yawns empty, and that is precisely the source of Barnaby’s insomnia.

Everyone is asleep except for two - and Barnaby is only awake because of one.

With a deep sigh through the nose, Barnaby sits up and clambers out of the tent. He shivers as he stands up and crosses his arms, rubbing at his fur. The night sky is clear, but the breeze cuts him through to the bone. It isn’t even winter yet, sheesh…

The campfire casts a fuzzy outline of red-orange around Wally. He doesn’t turn away from the embers as Barnaby shuffles behind him, and Barnaby doesn’t have to look to know that he’s staring directly into the low flames. He tweaks Wally’s raised hood as he passes, just to make sure Wally knows he isn’t alone anymore. He spaces out, sometimes.

“Can’t sleep?” Barnaby asks as he takes the log next to Wally’s rock of choice. Wally just hums, and Barnaby frowns.

There’s that look again.

With how Wally is perched, his legs drawn up and arms folded on his knees, his smile is hidden. It’s unsettling. Barnaby scans Wally from the corner of his eye, taking in the tension in his shoulders and the nearly invisible pinch of his nonexistent brows.

“Yeah, me neither,” Barnaby says. Another breeze, another shudder, and a quick glare at the stars.

Should he press? The obvious answer is absolutely not, but… Barnaby isn’t sure how much of this - thisness he can take. He has no idea what to call it. A mood? It’s too serious to be considered a mood. All Barnaby knows is that when Wally is like this, something itches under his skin.

Tonight would be a perfect opportunity to ask. Everyone else is fast asleep. Wally isn’t putting up the fronts he usually does. The knowledge that this Wally, the Wally all covered up and curled in on himself, is as vulnerable as anyone will never see - it makes Barnaby want to reach.

“Hey,” he murmurs, nudging his knee against Wally’s boot, “I’m starting to worry for the fire with how you’re glarin’ at the thing. What, did it emberass ya? Give ya the coal shoulder?”

Wally doesn't laugh, but his gaze softens. Barnaby curses himself.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with glarin' - I’m sure the fire deserves it,” Barnaby is quick to add. “But really… is everything alright, kid?”

“Yes,” Wally says, but it rings like an untruth. It's just something he’s saying because it’s what he always says. Everything is always fine with Wally.

“You know you don’t gotta pretend with me. There’s somethin’ bothering you, I can tell.” Too far, too much, Barnaby is sure. He shouldn’t be so pushy.

But instead of clamming up, Wally’s eyes flicker down and away, guilty. The bloodhound in Barnaby perks up its ears. It’s all he can do not to point and shout AHA!, because that would assure that Wally would put up the same masks around him that he does with everything else. Vindication wars with his concern, as if he thought he might have been imagining the funks Wally has been slipping into.

Those too-long periods of silence that no one notices because Wally isn’t much of a talker. Moments of utter stillness that no one notices because Wally is always so stationary. The way he doesn’t drink in every new thing with a hunger like he usually does, as if Wally has been starving his whole life.

Those passing glances where his pupils seem too big, the blackness of them infinitely deep as if someone could fall into them. Maybe Wally is. Barnaby doesn’t want him to.

“You don’t gotta say a word,” Barnaby says, wishing the campfire log was just a smidge closer to the rock. “I just want ya to know that I see you, and I’m here. Whatever’s goin’ on in that pretty head ‘a yours, I’ll be right there for whatever you need. I got your back, Walls.”

Wally’s smile peeks over his arms for a moment - he always has liked being called pretty, or handsome, you name it. Barnaby preens over being able to coax him even the slightest bit out of the pit he’s slowly spiraling into. He’s winning big at the whole ‘best friend’ thing, Barnaby thinks - a complete natural.

For a long while, Barnaby doesn’t care to keep track, they sit in companionable silence. The fire cracks and pops when Barnaby adds a chunk of wood to it, coaxing it into a flame that actually takes the bite out of the breeze. Crickets chirp in the forest around them - something howls far away.

The tension doesn’t leave Wally. In fact the longer they sit, the worse it gets. Barnaby keeps his mouth shut and eyes on the fire, the woods, the stars - anywhere except Wally. It’s the kind of tension that makes him suspect that Wally is gearing up to speak. Sometimes it feels like there’s a sinkhole of silence that opens up whenever Wally has something of his own to say.

Reviving the fire was either a smart move, or a dumb one. It depends on how quickly Wally thinks of how to share. Without the brisk chill of night keeping Barnaby fresh-faced, sleep is finally starting to sink into him with the fire’s warmth. He briefly considers sneaking into Howdy and Sally’s tent to sneak an energy potion from Howdy’s pack. Pros, he’ll certainly be awake for Wally. Cons, he’ll be awake long past Wally’s spiel, Howdy will have a fit over missing an item, and Sally will have a bigger fit over Barnaby sneaking into her tent when he inevitably comes clean. Also, the potions don’t taste great. Or maybe he should fetch his pipe-

“I think. I don’t…”

For a second, Barnaby misses that Wally spoke at all. He double-takes when the half sentence registers, casting a quick look to Wally. Okay, no, don’t do that. Focus on the fire. Be casual - give him space. Barnaby nonchalantly pokes the coals with the fire stick.

Wally sighs - such a small sound that the crickets almost drown it out. But Barnaby has big ears, and they perk up. When does Wally ever sound frustrated? Curse him, but Barnaby finds it novel. Wally shifts on the rock, curling up impossibly tighter and turning his head away. Barnaby watches the back of his hood.

“I don’t think I’m a good person,” Wally admits in the smallest, deadest voice Barnaby has ever heard.

“What?” Barnaby says, or he means to. The air in his throat doesn’t quite form sound. He turns to Wally and clenches his paws on his knees to keep from reaching, floundering for words.

How could he - why would he - who told him that he -

“What do you mean?” Barnaby says, a disbelieving chuckle slipping out. “Wally, kid - you’re the best guy I know. You’re my best guy. Out of all the ways I could describe you, a bad person isn’t one of ‘em.”

Wally whips his head around, his eyes flashing - Barnaby tenses his entire body to keep from recoiling, though he can’t keep his eyes from widening.

For a second there he thought… he thought he saw… it must have been the firelight reflecting in Wally’s dark eyes.

Wally’s intense gaze pierces straight into Barnaby’s soul. He feels flayed raw and seen in a way that makes him want to run. But there’s something else. Something scared. Wally is searching for something, and Barnaby doesn’t know what or how to give it to him. His claws splinter bark.

As soon as it appeared, the look fades. Barnaby can take deep breaths again, and he lets go of the log. Wally blinks slowly and lets his sleepy gaze slide back to the fire. “I don’t know… maybe.”

Barnaby carefully lays a paw on Wally’s back. “You’re a good person, Wally. I don’t know who told you otherwise, but don’t listen to ‘em. You’re a fantastic friend, an even better best friend, and I gotta say - you make a pretty bang-up wizard. You’re the most.”

“I’m the most?” Wally murmurs, sounding surprised. He makes a sound that might be a laugh, might be a scoff. “No… you’re the most.”

“Tell ya what- we’re both the most.”

Wally casts him a sideways look, but doesn’t protest further. He hums.

“C’mon, lil’ wizard,” Barnaby says with a pat to his back, “let’s give the fire a break and turn in for the night.”

Just as he was starting to relax, Wally shies away from his touch, curling up like one of those shelled bugs Frank likes so much. “I think I’ll stay up a little longer.”

Barnaby swallows down the hurt and pulls away. “Alrighty. Don’t stay up too late - we got a day tomorrow.”

“Ha. I know.”

With that, Barnaby stands. He gently squeezes Wally’s nape through the hood as he passes, and breathes a silent sigh of relief at how Wally leans into the touch.

All’s forgiven. Though he isn’t sure what for… whatever Barnaby said or did wrong, he’s just glad Wally doesn't mind.

Barnaby clambers into the tent and another shiver ripples through his fur. All the darn heat leeched out of it... He wraps himself in his thin, too-small blanket and shivers as hard as he can manage to generate some kind of warmth. It’ll heat up soon, he just has to wait. Wally usually casts a little sun spell on cold nights, but Barnaby can do without. Even if the tent gets comfortably warm, Barnaby isn’t sure if he’ll sleep.

Wally didn’t believe him.

And Barnaby doesn’t know how to make him believe.

How could he think that he isn’t a good person? Barnaby meant what he said - Wally is the best person he knows. Wally is kind, patient, and just - just - him. There isn’t a single bad thing about him. Barnaby is so proud to call him his best friend.

There has to be something that started this. A moment that made Wally doubt himself. Did someone say something? Not anyone in the Neighborhood, they all love Wally to pieces. He’s their wizard! He’s saved their lives and countless others, and their group simply wouldn’t be complete without him. He rounds them off with an artsy flourish.

So. There’s no reason that Wally should be feeling like this. But that look in his eyes… the guilt… there’s something else going on. Something deeper than just ‘I’m scared I’m a bad person.’

Something is wrong.

Firelight flickers outside the tent, and Barnaby watches it until it goes dark.

#just a lil nighttime conversation...#in my mind wally let the fire die and then Immediately ran off into the forest for home time™️#this au is so fun bc i really get to have fun with giving wally Extreme Guilt For Existing #and also to play around with him being Unintentionally Sinister on occasion #i hope its obvious that this is pre everyone-knows-about-home era <3 #snippets from the bog #wh fantasy au #one of these days ill write a snippet centered on someone else...#i do have one in mind for frank & julie...#well. Multiple in mind for frank & julie #them <3<3<3<3

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