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taki-yaki · 3 months

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A Dhampir's Dietary Needs

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader/Tav/Durge

Word Count:1588

Your recent studies on vampires led you to research their offspring, dhampirs. One of these books shows how the diet of a dhampir is never as simple as it seems. (Tw: Mainly domestic fluff, Dhampirs and their diets, light mentions of flesh, blood and cerebral spinal fluid but never in graphic detail)

As Promised here is a lighter fluff fic to balance out The Chains That Bind Us

In the lone, abandoned, fortress, deep in the Underdark in a small house, Tav lay on her shared bed, deep into her research on vampire species in hopes of a better understanding or cure. The abandoned fortress grows, day by day as more and more spawn find the haven in hopes of regaining a semblance of normal life.

Her recent studies have led her to read about the various subspecies of vampires, dhampirs, half-vampire half-mortal creatures, who live life like a vampire but with none of the restrictions of one. Allowed to walk through the sun without being turned to ash.

However, dhampirs were not free from the curse their undead parent had bestowed on them, although they could resist the hunger pains via consuming food, each dhampir seemed to have unique tastes for certain life sources.

A sudden shift of weight onto the bed interrupted her train of thought, “Hosting book club tonight without me darling, how rude” your pale lover teased, taking off his armour to lie down next to you.

Astarion had finished his rounds on the fortress with the other vampire spawn, looking as if he was ready to collapse at any moment.

“Did Petras cause trouble for you again star?”,

You knew that some of the new spawn would have caused one or two issues during their first few days in the colony but Petras seemed to be a beacon for it but still managed to stay in the group either through luck or pity, much to Astarion's annoyance.

“No.. not today, just that it's quiet….for once,” He says with a heavy sigh. Quickly he cuddles up next to you on the shared bed, now wearing his class white shirt.

“I see you still have your head stuck in those dusty notes, any new skills that I can show off darling?” he spoke with a grin, the thought of him discovering another vampiric ability that he never knew before fills him with glee.

Reminding you of when awoke to him hanging upside down from the ceiling a few days after the defeat of the netherbrain, scaring the hells out of you.

Turning your attention back to the book, he wasn’t wrong about it being dusty though as you found it after the defeat of Cazador in his manor, was a collection of books about vampires written by the mysterious Lady Incognita had been a great assistance with the advancements into the colony, through the knowledge of vampiric biology to diseases. However, this book differed from the others, written by a scholar in Ravenloft centuries ago who did personal interviews with dhampirs.

Facing the elf, you spoke, “We can read it together if you’d like?”.

He lets out a soft hmph he knows how he can get lost in your voice all day, entranced by you like a siren, although with less of the murder part.

“By all means my love, go ahead, Gods knows how many I’ve read to you, it’s only fair that you spoil me this time.” He responded with a fanged grin.

Quickly trying to recompose yourself, clearing your throat, you start reading the chapter.

' Throughout my research on dhampirs, I have discovered that each of the participants has special dietary needs, while most dhampirs have the pangs of hunger to consume blood, as shown by their lineage from vampires or spawn, there are a small few who seem to break this norm, by having acquired different tastes. '

' One of the participants was shown to have the urge to consume flesh or raw meat, usually, they would consume the meat of animals over humanoid flesh. '

“Urgh, you’re reminding me of awful gnolls we had to fight” he muttered with a look of disgust on his face as he spoke. “I mean blood is much better to deal with, and besides it’s less of a mess on the clothing….and the smell isn’t as bad either…” He mutters to himself quietly.

' One interesting dhampir I studied, talked about how they were attacked by a rare vampiric illithid but were lucky enough to survive the attack. In most cases, dhampirs have a hunger towards blood, but this participant has their diet curated towards the cerebral spinal fluid in the body, preferring to drink from animals and thieves. ’

“I think we’ve had our fair share of bathing in illithid slime throughout our adventure with the mind flayers, and curating to the diet of one is just….. urk ” Holding back a lump in his throat, the thought of someone willing to consume such things is too much.

“Hmm, a vampiric illithid though,” you ponder, “I haven’t heard of that before” With a pause, you turn to him “Do you think the tadpole would have made you one?”

“Please don’t finish that thought darling, I don’t want to recall the illithid parts of our adventures.”

With a quick sleight of hand, he takes the book from you, skipping a few pages ahead in the entry. Before swiftly handing it back to you. “There, this should be an interesting read and less of the tentacle diet”.

'While most dhampirs prefer to feast upon physical sources from living creatures, there is a small group who target that of the mental energy in creatures.'

' Some dhampirs aren't always made by a vampiric transformation being interrupted or by being an offspring of one. One was infected by a mind flayer tadpole and their body rejected the parasite, which as a result halted the ceremorphosis process, but caused a mutation in them of wanting to feast on people's psychic energy .'

“I’m sure just being around Petras does that anyway” he grumbled.

You respond to his remark with a simple “mm-hmm”, knowing how much the simple-minded questions he asks seem to have the ability to drain your mental energy for the rest of the day. Living up to Astarion’s claim when you first met him in Farygo’s flop house a few months ago on your adventures.

' Other forms of mental energy that they consume are dreams. Through other living creatures who can dream via sleep or trance. Despite the other forms of hunger seeming to be harmful to others, or hard to obtain, this form of hunger has no negative side effects for those who fall victim and is a good cure against night terrors but will leave the victim slightly forgetful the next day '

You wait for his next witty jab to come along after you finish reading out the last line, only to be greeted with a bout of nothing but his knotted brow, lost in his thoughts before his mouth began to open once again, slowly this time.

“Good against night terrors….”

It leaves his lips like a stray afterthought.

Even after creating a better life together for both of you in the Underdark, escaping from the horrors of your previous lives to create something new. The one unavoidable thing is the memories that it leaves. Especially the effect on beings who go into a trance forced to relive the situation.

Ever so slowly you reach out to touch his hand that lay flat, resting on the soft covers.

His skin is cold to the touch, you softly squeeze it to reassure him of your presence, his safety,

pulling him out of his musing.

His head snapped back to glaze into your eyes, and a soft smile greets you.

“I’m sorry, my sweet, I was just lost in my thoughts then”

“I-I can stop reading for now if you want me to-” Your voice was abruptly cut off.

His cold fingers touch your lips before he opens his mouth to speak once again.

“It’s fine love, carry on, this is what I want , to hear your voice.” His hand moves to cup your cheek, kissing your forehead lightly with a soft peck.

Reminding you that creating these moments of comfort is the best counterweight to the years of misery thrust upon you both.

“So” Astarion declared “Are you going to continue spoiling me with tonight's reading session?”

“Huh-? oh um yes” snapping your face back to the book, heat still clinging to your face.

Reaching the last section of the chapter you speak aloud clearing a lump in your throat.

'The last form of hunger I was unable to a living dhampir but ancient texts describe those who drain the life energy from living creatures, similar to the spells of necromancy magic, they sustain their hunger by sucking the life essence from others.'

Reading that last sentence sends a shiver down your spine, the thought of someone constantly feeding off a part of you that can’t be replaced naturally, slowly draining you day after day.

“Hmm, you know, we could just get Gale to sort that out when we cross that line”

“Besides, he ate most of our magic items back when we were adventuring, he’d know a thing or two about that.”

Giving him a light jab in the side, he shifts off the bed stretching his limbs to stand up.

“This was a nice lecture love, but I must be off now, I’ll start preparing dinner for you”.

Watching him descend the stairs, silently hoping that he won’t burn your food to ash this time.

Ensuring you were out of earshot, muttering to himself, “a dhampir….Hmm, I wonder what ours would be like.” Would they still crave blood, but enjoy the appetite of the living? Or would they crave something else entirely?

A light laugh leaves him, seems that’s a story for another day.

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This was a very sickly sweet piece I enjoyed writing, even if I had a bit of trouble with the fluff scenes to the point where I thought it might be too sweet for me.

I might write more domestic/dhampir stuff if you guys are interested.

#astarion x tav #astarion x durge #astarion x dark urge #astarion x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion fanfic #writing #I have so much more to say as well about dhampirs #but I'll make it a separate fic in the future

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chick-with-wifi · 3 months

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Shoot relationship timeline

Shaw's perspective

Following their first meeting, Shaw begins hunting down Root out of anger, but there is also a definite element of fascination. Root managed to trick her completely, which is not easy to do given what we've seen of Shaw's cold-reading skills, and shares her enjoyment of violence.

Later, Root gets the drop on her again by showing up in her bedroom to kidnap her. Shaw is furious and only agrees to work together once Root proves she's getting orders from the Machine. Throughout this mission, she witnesses Root's loyalty, considerable skills and the promised violence (as well as other things in the CIA safehouse) that prove their compatibility.

While Root is in the Faraday Cage, Shaw consistently advocates for letting her help them. She still doesn't trust Root, but understands her and knows she will do what she's offering. Sure enough, Root is let out of the cage and saves Reese, which is when she earns Shaw's respect and trust.

Shaw now views her as part of the team, demonstrated by the way she easily begins working with Root when she rescues them from Control and is reluctant to leave her with Hersh, then goes to look for her at the end of the episode.

Shaw doesn't see Root again until she returns to New York in 3x17, at which point she displays concern for Root's welfare when she checks the dressings on her injuries. This could be because it weighed on her mind that the last she saw of Root was evidence she had been tortured, only to learn she had left the country with nothing but a brief message to Finch.

I headcanon that they began sleeping together again after this episode and it cements them as being on genuinely friendly terms. This is shown by Shaw enjoying the opportunity to do a relevant number with Root (including lots of violence), showing an interest in her life and suggesting a steak joint, implying that she wants to spend more time together, in 3x20.

I would also suggest it's around this point Shaw starts to realize Root has feelings for her, as Root's flirting progresses to adoring stares (3x17, 3x20), taking opportunities to touch her (3x22) and compliments ("She knows you can handle yourself." 3x22), in a way that seems genuine, rather than just trying to annoy her.

They continue as friends-with benefits, bantering and looking out for each other, until the turning point in 3x23. Upon learning Root is going into a Decima fortress alone and there's a good chance she'll be killed, Shaw stops in her tracks and decides to help her immediately. This is the moment she realizes Root means a lot to her, possibly in a different way than she's used to caring about people, and she can't stand the thought of her being in danger.

Although Shaw doesn't acknowledge this revelation in her interactions with Root, she clearly finds it difficult to walk away from her when they have to go their separate ways as Samaritan comes online.

In season 4, they don't get to spend much time together due to keeping up their cover identities. But Shaw still pays attention to and cares about Root, as she immediately knows something is wrong in 4x05.

In 4x07 Shaw meets Tomas, and is both attracted to him and intrigued by the life he's offering. But when the time comes to choose who she wants to be with, she picks Root. I would say this is the moment Shaw realizes she loves her, because although she sees the appeal of a glamorous life of crime abroad, what she really wants is to keep what she has with Root. She then goes to find Root, cites her reason for staying as "I guess there are things I care about here." and finds an excuse for them to spend time together. This is as close as Shaw gets to declaring her feelings.

Neither of them take the leap to change anything about their relationship, but their following interactions carry an undercurrent of intensity because they know what they mean to each other. Such as Root telling Shaw that "while you may not be scared about what could happen to you the next time, other people are. People who care for you." (4x09) and Shaw shoving grenades into her bag while saying, "She's going to meet an all-seeing, all-evil god by herself. That doesn't sound fine to me. That sounds like someone who needs backup." (4x10)

In 4x11, before sacrificing herself to save the team, Shaw kisses Root. Knowing it is her last opportunity to do so, she allows herself to embrace how much this brilliant, frustrating woman means to her.

Root's perspective

Root is already a fan of Shaw before their first meeting, having read her file and been impressed by her considerable skills. But, since misanthropy has been the driving force of her life, she is likely also intrigued by the idea of a heroic sociopath. And sure enough, once they meet it's a case of intense thirst at first sight, only furthered by Shaw's declaration that she "kind of enjoy[s] this sort of thing."

During their first mission together, Root clearly enjoys messing with Shaw ("Safety first." 3x06) and is thrilled to learn that she lives up to the reputation in her file. But Root also recognizes that Shaw actually listens to everything she says and acts accordingly. After a lifetime of being dismissed as crazy or a liar, that's significant.

In 3x12, when Root learns that Shaw came to look for her, she is genuinely touched and I would pinpoint this as the moment she realizes she has feelings for Shaw. She's been alone for nearly all her life, and now this incredible woman cares about her enough to come back.

When she returns to New York, her flirting is as blatant as ever but seems softer ("I love it when you play doctor." 3x17), as if she means it with more sincerity but also has something to lose. As mentioned above, this is around the time they start sleeping together again.

Root continues crushing on Shaw, but doesn't do anything to change the status quo. Until 3x23 when Shaw comes to save her at the Decima fortress, which is the first hint that Shaw likes her back. Root fully expected to die on that mission and sounds unusually serious when she says, "Admit it, you were worried about me." But when Shaw's reply doesn't reveal anything, she continues with their usual banter.

The next development happens in 4x05 when Root, again believing she's going to die, asks Finch to give Shaw a message. While unwilling to approach the subject with Shaw directly in case it violates her boundaries, she views her feelings as significant enough that she wants Shaw to know if the worst happens.

In 4x07 when Shaw chooses to stay with Root, she is clearly thrilled. Following Shaw's confession she teasingly asks, "and is that why you came to see me?", but the answer doesn't matter. She knows how Shaw feels, her actions say everything.

As stated above, neither take the plunge to change their relationship after this. When Shaw sacrifices herself, Root is devastated and willing to do anything to find her.

After they are reunited, they have both been holding onto their love for those nine months. Root never stopped looking for Shaw or believed she would betray them, Shaw viewed Root as her safe place. So I headcanon that shortly after their meeting in the park, they have a conversation about their relationship and are officially 'together'. This is shown in 5x10 by their easy, flirtatious banter ("You want to stick around, give 'em a proper welcome?" "Thought you'd never ask.") and tender, vulnerable conversation while holding hands ("This might be the first time I feel like I belong.").

#root x shaw #poi #person of interest #Sameen shaw #Poi root #Root poi #My meta

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 3 months

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We listen to a lotta true crime- Wrio x Gn!reader- Part 3

But it's alright, she'll be fine t/w- prison, Wriothesley flirts(?) with you, kissing (consent cause consent is sexy) summary-you've been wrongly accused of trying to murder your ex-husband and wriothesleys determined to get you out

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The kiss that had happened the previous day had felt like a dream. The way his lips were so soft and gentle. Wriothesley was just perfect. The whole night you sat there blushing and kicking your legs like a little girl, anyone who walked in would’ve guessed what happened.

The next day Wriothesley came to your room once again. “Y/n wake up.”

His voice was stern and his face wasn’t much different. He walked right in sitting down next to you on the bed. “The Knave contacted me, She heard you were in prison.”

Your family has supported the House of Hearth for many years and Arlecchino was like a mother to you when your parents died. You grew up and eventually backed the orphanage financially, which she was very grateful for. The news had reached her ears because of Lyney.

He was one of your closest friends and you too always stuck together. Makes sense he would worry.

“She sounded terribly worried and asked what would happen. I told her about our plan and she said she can help in any way.”

“That's great! We have someone on our side.”

“Oh and also your court hearing is in a week.”

“What?”

“For the appeal.”

“Ah yes.”

You too continued to talk and figure out how you could win the court over. Over about an hour you could fell Wriothesley moving closer and closer, till you ended up in his arms. It was nice and warm, can’t say it helped you think too much but it was nice. Your ex-husband had never shown you affection the way Wriothesley does to you.

A week later

(Look I honestly have no idea how court things work, I have tried to write one before, but that story never finished.)

You and Wriothesley walked into the courtroom, but only one of you was confident. You were sweating and was almost not breathing properly. Wrio noticed this and began to help you. “Hey y/n, look at me okay? Its gonna work. And if it doesn't you can come back down to the fortress with me.”

“Wriothesley, I have a life… I need to get back to it.”

“I see.”

The judge began to silence the room and started the proceedings. She called you to the stand to present your brief. You felt like so many eyes were watching and almost couldn’t take it. THis was something you had to do… If you wanted out that is.

You took the stand and began to speak.

“I had an unfair trial as I barely had one at all. My ex-husband framed me for attempted murder for what reason I don't know. I was out with some friends all day and had hardly seen him, the witnesses are here. When i got home the police were already at my house and my husband was one the floor covered in what seemed to be blood. The next thing i knew i was in prison and now i am here. There is no evidence that i even tried to murder my husband, no finger prints and no other forms of DNA. Thank you for your time.”

The judge seemed to think over your statement before inviting your husband to the stand. After the proceedings, it was time for a final verdict.

“The defending party is declared not guilty.”

You and Wriothesley in happiness. You had won, you were free. You weren’t a criminal. You felt a large pair of arms pull you in for a hug.

“You won…”

You hugged him back pulling him into a tighter embrace, how could you leave him behind?

After you had recovered from the shock of winning Wriothesley took you out to dinner.

“So whatcha gonna do now?”

“Go back to my normal life.”

Wriothesley seemed slightly hurt, he wasn’t really included in your normal live, as he lived underwater. He knew he couldn’t get too hurt because he’d only met you, what a week ago?

“I’m assuming I’m not included.

“Wrio.. I really like you, I'm just not quite sure how it would work.”

“May i have this last night with you?”

“You may.”

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erraticalart · 7 months

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Saw Fortress II

Well, is this what you've been waiting for?

So, as some of you may or may not know, Saw is getting a new movie, Saw X, in two days and I'm so excited for it to come out! I decided to pay tribute to this movie by making a crossover between Saw and, of course, Team Fortress 2. I've been getting interested and invested in the Saw franchise, from its story to the characters and especially the creative but deadly traps. Took me about 22 days to create as I had classes and needed to take breaks every once in a while, but I finally finished it and presented it to my brother as a birthday gift (as well as an official Fallout cookbook).

Now, for the fans of both Saw and TF2, I'll explain the reason why I chose the characters and their designated roles. It's time to play a game.

Character Comparison and Roles

Warning: Spoilers for the Saw franchise

RED Engineer: John Kramer aka Jigsaw - Well it's pretty much obvious why. They're both engineers. They both are talented in creating many different unique contraptions that are beneficial, but deadly and dangerous. Engie also has his morals, although it's way different from John's. Let's not forget that Engie can be somewhat a little sadistic and loves seeing his enemies go down, although John hates sadistic people despite the irony in his traps. Also, are we gonna ignore his Gunslinger taunt kill and his sinister, evil laugh? I'm not sure if Engie should have the Gunslinger with him, but I think it would be pretty cool to have it on him. Maybe in this version when he attempts to commit suicide and fails, but all he's left is a completely maimed hand, he cuts it off entirely and replaces it. It would be a pretty cool backstory as to why he has it and would make a really cool reveal to show to the audience. I wonder what Engie sounds like saying the iconic line "Game Over"?

BLU Medic: Dr. Lawrence Gordon - It's also pretty obvious why. He's a doctor. (Can you guess the reference?) Dr. Gordon is my favorite character in the series, and I love seeing the change and progress in his character from a doctor and trap victim in the first Saw film to John's favorable accomplice and in his words, "My greatest asset" in Saw 3D/Saw: The Final Chapter/ Saw VII (Yeah, I can't believe that movie has multiple names). In a way, it makes sense to have Medic as Dr. Gordon because just like how it was shown at the end of Saw VII that he and John worked great together, Medic and Engie are also seen working together in Expiration Date as lab partners. They both would work great as an amazing sadistic duo. Also, I think it's kind of cute to have Engie give Medic a prosthetic foot after he too cuts it off entirely. Not only would it make sense because Engie knows a thing or two about prosthetics, but it would show that Medic and Engie both have something in common: cut off what's unnecessary to help with your survival. Medic would also try to justify and reason Engie's actions. Also, I love Dr. Gordon's "Game Over" line, it's soooooo good!!! It's my personal favorite (Of course nothing beats John's iconic classic version). I could totally imagine how great Medic would sound saying that line!

BLU Spy: Detective Lieutenant Mark Hoffman - Ok, this is where things start to get a little interesting. Hoffman became John's accomplice after replicating his ideas and making his own traps that John never made himself. In a way, he's becoming Jigsaw. Just like how Spy can become and replicate any class, Hoffman also became more mysterious and secretive to his fellow colleagues and tried to frame Special Agent Peter Strahm as Jigsaw. In the end, when he gets caught, he goes against everyone and executes them, so the secret never comes out. Also, another reason why Spy is Hoffman and please tell me if I'm not the only one here who thought this when watching Saw: Did anyone else get Hoffman and Strahm mixed up because they almost look like the same person and it's always confusing when there's a scene that focuses on one of them but it's actually the other? I decided to have two Spies in the story with the BLU Spy as Hoffman and the RED Spy as Strahm since they look the same minus the color.

Miss Pauling: Amanda Young - You're probably thinking, "Why her? Is it because she just so happens to be female and I just filled her in that role?" Well yes, but actually no. It's because Amanda was very loyal to John, looking up to him, defending him constantly, and was very close to him. Miss Pauling fits that role when it comes to the Administrator, but here she's loyal to Engie. I feel like she likes Engie the most out of any other class, so she would definitely help him out as well as get advice from him. She also can get shit done when being asked to accomplish a task. Sadly, we know what's to come for Amanda. Just like how in the comics Miss Pauling fails to bring the Australium, Amanda fails in John's tasks as he reveals to her that she's part of another game. I do feel like Miss Pauling was stuck playing around in the Administrator's game and it was also implied that every year the Administrator sends people to assassinate her to see if she succeeds as if it's an employee review. So, yeah, Miss Pauling and Amanda both are stuck in pretty tight situations.

RED Pyro: Billy the Puppet - Ah, yes, who could we ever forget? The main icon of the series. Both Pyro and Billy have terrifying appearances that'll leave you quivering on sleepless nights. I used to fear Billy as a kid, but now I see him as endearing and strangely, but freakishly, adorable. Pyro is freaky-looking, but he's such an adorable bundle of flames. I could definitely imagine seeing Pyro riding on Billy's iconic tricycle. That would be so funny, cute, and scary. As for Pyro's voice, since Billy is voiced by John (and Hoffman, I think? Idk), I'm not sure if Engie (or Spy) should voice Pyro since Pyro speaks in muffles. Maybe they should, idk. I also don't know if Pyro should speak in mumbles from time to time or whether he should have the ability to move and just walk around or just remain seated. And, of course, I don't know if Pyro should do his iconic laugh (maybe sometimes, idk). What I do know however is that Pyro should definitely have the iconic Billy laugh.

RED Balloonicorn/The Combustible Cutie Cosmetic (Yeah, I know it's pink, but it's the RED team's version which is why it's pink): Pighead Mask - Oink! Or in this case, Neigh! The mask that John and his accomplices dress up as with the iconic robe (though I'm not sure if this robe should remain red and black or pink and black, maybe the first option should be for Engie since he's the leader while the accomplices get the latter, or not, maybe they should match Engie, idk). At first, I chose Balloonicorn since it's related to Pyro and I know he'll love seeing everyone dress up as one, but then I remembered that there's a cosmetic for Pyro as a mask called "The Combustible Cutie" that resembles Balloonicorn, and boy does that mask look freaking scary!!! It's really fitting for both Saw and TF2 as a whole! It's pretty funny and scary to imagine getting kidnapped by a herd of pink unicorns all because you've been very naughty.

I hope fans of Saw and Team Fortress 2 enjoy this lovely piece of fanart as this has become one of my all-time favorites to create. I was also listening to the Saw soundtrack specifically the Zepp/Main Saw Themes. My favorite being, of course, "Hello Zepp". It fits Engie and John's character theme even though it's Zepp's (although you can argue that it IS John's since it's his perspective since he's saying hello, which I agree). But my actual favorite is "Zepp Overture" because to me it sounds like a holy church. I especially like the way the string instruments sound. Yeah, I know you can argue that Dr. Gordon has a theme at the end of Saw VII called "Dr. Gordon Montage" and "The Final Zepp" but to me, I think this theme fits Medic the best because, y'know, he replicates that sound by playing an actual saw when you taunt which is both funny and adorable. And it really fits his character to be seen as a holier-than-thou and especially a God. This might also fit Spy, but idk. I'm not sure which themes work for Spy and Miss Pauling or even Pyro (if you want Pyro and Engie to share the same theme, then that's fine by me). I might need to go back and listen to all of them depending on the movies that Hoffman and Amanda appear in. Maybe some of you can suggest one. But anyway, please go listen to the Saw soundtrack, especially the Zepp/Main Saw Themes, it's soooooo good!!! I might as well argue that it's one of, if not, THE best horror themes out there!!!

Here's a link to listen to it while you look at the art or whether you are interested in the Saw series and its music:

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Welp, like I said before, I hope you fans enjoy it!!! I just can't' wait for Saw X to come out soon on September 29!!! I just hope and pray the movie is good though. Well, let's just wait and see. But until then,

GAME OVER!

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thelampisaflashlight · 1 year

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[It's Dew lore time, because why not?] Below the cut.

A soul awakes in the darkness, cold.

But not alone.

It flickers like fire, a soundless whimper of confusion.

Of fear.

And in that moment, an all consuming warmth encompasses it.

Holding so gently, yet trapping it behind unseen walls.

A voice drones, somewhere far away and yet so close by it makes the soul ripple and twitch like water.

"I, who have lived in shadow since before it was known to mankind..."

"...Who was cast out and let to rot..."

"...Grant you, who knew both light and faith..."

"...Who sought Heaven and likewise fell from grace..."

"...a chance at redemption."

In Hell, Dew's name had been Parva, a word which, in Latin, means "Small" and "Unimportant".

His mother had chosen it the day he hatched.

"I had thought you were going to die."

She said when he was old enough to understand the meaning of it, of why it was such a cruel name to be given.

"Perhaps I wanted you to."

And Dew, ever determined to prove himself, lived and grew in spite of her wishes.

Still, so long as he was in Hell.

He was Parva.

He was small and unimportant.

And every beast that could understand, and those who need only see him to know, would take it upon themselves to remind him he was unwanted and weak.

He learned to fight.

Learned to sink his teeth into the necks of many of his kin.

To tear without mercy, for no one had shown it to him.

He would be as wicked and cruel as he needed to be in order to survive.

But still...

Still, there was a part of him that longed for something different.

And in his searching, he found Mist, whose name in Hell was simply "Aqua".

A name given to kits born of water with no pack, no family.

Together, they survived.

Until Mist heard a voice.

A calling from nowhere and everywhere.

And like that, she was gone.

Dew had been so pathetically lost then.

Sad and alone.

But more than that...

He felt a rage.

An indignation the likes of which he had never felt before.

He screamed and cried, wondering why he didn't get chosen, why only Mist got to leave this wretched place.

And then he remembered and laughed.

He was nothing.

The years would go by and Dew would find himself one among a pack of a hundred, all answering to one dominant ghoul.

A fierce and wicked tempered fire ghoul who renamed him to Donum as a joke.

"Since you were so keen to give yourself to me as if you were something precious." He'd laughed in his face, but still called Dew to his side often.

Beckoning to him like a dog.

And Dew, who was bereft of affection, had all but crawled to him time and time again...

Until that bastard made the mistake of inviting him into his bed.

The chaos that ensued when he dragged his body by hair and horn out of his fortress and cast him upon the rock outside...

Dew should have felt powerful.

But instead he felt... hollow.

He felt... guilty.

Ashamed at what he had done.

But as he tried and failed to convince himself that he could have been happy continuing to play to the whims of a mad man...

Dew heard a voice.

A calling.

From nowhere and everywhere.

And when he next awoke, it was to the sounds of...

Well, in retrospect, he knows they were birds, but a live in Hell had not told him much about what Earth, the surface, was like.

Stumbling over his tongue, he can remember asking, so genuinely curious...

"Is that?"

"Hm?"

"Whaaat isss that?"

"That's a bird." Omega told him, smiling so softly Dew had reached out and poked his face, uncertain what it meant.

"Is that?" he asked, squishing the older ghoul's face.

"Which part?"

"Mouth. Up."

Omega looked at him so heartbroken then.

"I'm smiling."

It took a while for Dew to adjust to life on the surface, and in that time, he found himself with a new name.

"Dewdrop. It means a drop of dew. Dew is... small drops of water that forms on things at night."

Dew had furrowed his brow at the word "small", but accepted the name nonetheless, though he wondered...

"Parva? Yeah, I've heard others name their kits that before." Alpha had said, "It's a... I don't remember the term for it cause it's been years, but it's basically a temporary name."

"Temporary?"

Alpha nodded.

"You name kits things like that as a way of... I dunno, changing their fate? If you name your kit 'Parva', you're basically making it so people don't, uhh... It's like the evil eye stuff." He explained, "You give your kit a silly or slightly rude name to avoid incurring sky man's wrath or something like that."

"Sky man?"

"The big man upstairs."

Dew blinked at him.

"Papa Nihil is not very tall..."

Alpha smacked the back of his head.

"The G word, Dew boy."

"Oh." Dew hummed, "So... Naming your kit that because you thought it was going to die..."

The way Alpha looked at him then.

It was the only time he'd seen the man look so sad.

"You're not Parva anymore, Dewy... You're Dewy." he had said, "You're our stupid little Dew boy, our Dewdrop."

"When you say it like that-"

"Shut up, you know I'm not good at words."

So... Dewdrop then.

Or Pordwed, if you spelled it backwards.

He'd done that a couple times to prove to Omega he was okay after clonking his head or drinking too much.

Dewdrop.

Yeah, he could live with that.

#Lamp writes #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons #I'm on my second cup of coffee and avoiding leaving my room lol

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Thwomps, Chomps and Bob-ombs, my theories on the artificial beings of Mario

Thwomps, Whomps, Bomps... The Mario universe has its fair share of sapient rock creatures. It has also many other artificial/metal creatures like Chain Chomps and Bob-ombs. I've often contemplated the nature of those mysterious beings, so here are my attempts at understanding them. This is a long one, so bear with me.

Now, before we start, I have a couple disclaimers to get out of the way that would help in understanding my ramblings:

1. There are a lot of speculative links between different "species": Many of the points I will bring up are only directly tied to one "type" of artificial being, e. g.: Bob-ombs having a spirit; seemingly lifeless Thwomps abandoned and overgrown, etc. I speculate that those characteristics can generally be applied to other types of artificial beings, e.g.: Bob-ombs having spirits means that Chain Chomps also have spirits, etc.

2. Possessed doesn't mean what you think it means: Simply put, I'll be using the word "possessed" or similar concepts to describe the way these spirits inhabit their artificial bodies. By that I don't mean possessor-type ghosts who jump in and out of furniture to create chaos. Imagine it as your own soul possessing your own body, the two being intrinsically connected since birth and mostly all the way up to death.

With that out of the way, let's start with their birth.

Thwomp birth: Thwomp Volcano

In Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time, one of the locations visited is the Thwomp Volcano, a mountain literally built out of unchiseled Thwomps of various sizes. We see those same unchiseled Thwomps being shot out of the volcano during its annual eruption.

“Own up! I mean, look at you! You're obviously all plumbers! Thanks to your meddling, my hubby's in a stone funk! Jumping into that volcano was his hobby, you terrible men! We've been waiting for the annual eruption all year!”

- Mrs. Thwomp, Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time

We also see a young professor E. Gadd studying the nature of the Thwomps and the mountain itself. That might not make much sense at first, given E. Gadd specializes in ghosts, but remember that Thwomps were literally described as ghosts in the English manual of Super Mario World.

A better translation of the Japanese manual (石のお化け “ishi no obake”) would be “stone spirits” or “stone demons”. I don’t mean to suggest they are literally undead people but more like a type of nature spirit in the world. E. Gadd is even described as an “obake researcher” (オバケけんきゅうか) in the original japanese version of Luigi’s Mansion.

“The name's Elvin Gadd. I'm studying the Thwomps and history of this here mountain. How'd all these stony fellers get here and why're they so darn angry about everything?”

- Young Professor E. Gadd, Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time

“Thwomp A nasty stone ghost that guards the castles and fortresses for the Koopas. If Mario comes close, Thwomp will try to crush him. The trouble is, if you don’t pass it, you can’t go on.”

- Super Mario World instruction booklet, page 25

I speculate that Thwomps are formed inside the volcano, where their spirits are born and gain a stone body from the cooled magma. I also believe that other similar species like Thwimps, Whomps, Walleyes, etc. are either born from the same volcano or from similar locations.

Chompworks Galaxy and the Bob-omb Factories

Although they might not initially look all that similar, Chain Chomps and Thwomps could have a lot in common, starting with their creation.

The Chompworks Galaxy is a location seen in Super Mario Galaxy 2, where Gearmos work to maintain a production line of Chain Chomps. The large bodies of lava present here might suggest that the creation of Chomps is tied to a foundry-like process, much like how the Thwomp Volcano would work in a similar manner, using molten rock instead of molten metal.

On a side note, Bob-ombs have also been shown to be factory-built, as we see in minigames such as Sort or ‘Splode from Super Mario 64 DS/New Super Mario Bros. or the Bob-omb Factory board in Mario Party 9.

Chomp Rocks and Stone Chomps

Another connection that can be made between Thwomps and Chomps comes not from the classic Chain Chomps, but rather a variant of them, the Stone Chomps. These stone variants are only found in Paper Mario, inside the buried temple of Dry Dry Ruins.

Given that the ruins themselves are very ancient and that the regular Chain Chomps in Tutankoopa's battle were brought by him, it stands to reason that these Stone Chomps are equally ancient and inhabitants of this tomb, unlike the Chain Chomps used by Tutankoopa, who was assigned by Bowser to guard the Star Spirit.

“This is a Stone Chomp, who guards the treasure in this room. He's made of stone. Duh!” “His jaws can supposedly crush a Coconut. I don't know about you, but I don't want to become a snack.”

- Goombario Tattle, Paper Mario.

Besides Stone Chomps, another hint at the true nature of Chain Chomps can be seen with the Chomp Rocks that are prevalent in the Yoshi series. These large round statues, placed across the island, might’ve once been living Stone Chomps (more on that topic in a moment). It would explain why they are so haphazardly placed, generally out in the wild.

My hypothesis on the nature of Chomps is that, like the Thwomps, Chomps were once naturally made out of stone. At some point in time, Chomps started being artificially built out of metal, with Chompworks being one such factory. These newer “models” were then named Chain Chomps.

Bobby, Chomp Shells and Thwomp Ruins

In Paper Mario: The Origami King, The Bob-omb Bobby shows us that they too have souls and can become ghosts, just like how Thwomps are “ghosts” (i.e. stone spirits). This means Chain Chomps likely have similar spirits too. Interestingly, while that shows us their spirit can linger on after their body is destroyed, there are cases where the opposite seems to happen.

The aforementioned Chomp Rocks might be empty husks of Stone Chomps, who have somehow left their bodies in the distant past. The same seems to be true for the Chomp Shell weapon from Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars (called ワンワンのぬけがら, Chomp Husks, in Japanese) as well as the motionless and cracked Thwomp husks found in places such as Thwomp Ruins from Mario Kart 8, Thwomp Desert from Mario Kart Wii and maybe even the Beanbean Kingdom in Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga.

Maybe this is as close to a natural death as these beings can get, or maybe they are able to separate from their physical bodies without the latter’s destruction. Personally I doubt the latter.

The Mario Party 2 board Horror Land features Whomps that become immobile stone statues during the night. Perhaps a similar effect is at play here.

Final Thoughts

Connecting all those dots, my theory is that Thwomps, Chain Chomps and Bob-ombs (and related species) all have/are spirits of some type. Thwomps and Stone Chomps are natural stone spirits, with Chain Chomps having come from Stone Chomps after they started being manufactured. It is unclear if Bob-ombs (and others like Bullet Bills) were once naturally occurring spirits like Chain Chomps or are fully artificially-made spirits.

When a Thwomp's, Chain Chomp's or a Bob-omb's body is destroyed, their spirit likely dies with it. But as shown with Bobby, there is a possibility that some of them linger on as ghosts. Perhaps the other ones return to their place of origin and receive new bodies. As I speculated in a tweet here.

It also seems like they might also "die" in some other way, leaving empty shells behind. Whether that is their way of dying from old age or possibly willingly is unclear.

Thank you for reading through the entire post! I'd like to thank @seandwalsh for helping put it all together. Make sure to check out the Marioverse Discord server and the Subreddit for more theories and discussions on Mario lore!

https://discord.gg/ARUSxjmcSS

#headcanon #fanon #super mario #thwomp #chain chomp #bob-omb

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Here's my entry for @tamlinweek 2024!

This chapter takes place in the same Alternate Universe/Canon-Divergent prequel for ACOTAR that I wrote earlier this year: Wildflowers.

High Lord ass-hattery aside, this chapter kind of sweet!

Full chapter below the cut, or you can read the fic on AO3: clicky clicky me!

Day 1 - Heir of Spring

It’s loud and there are so many people.

The fortress is made of wood, similar to the architecture of Spring Court, but where his home had been built on blossoms, this place is made of carcasses—severed trunks, fallen logs and a hundred other scavenged materials. The trees don’t speak to him here; they’re asleep, he thinks. Everyone gets quiet when they sleep. Maybe they’re shy. There are so many guests from far and wide, it would make sense that the green—

No, no, not green, but oranges, terracottas and ochres. It’s different in this Court.

Tamlin clings to his mother’s hand, looking around at all the new faces—some familiar, some not. It’s different outside of his Court. At his birthday, the guests had all swarmed to greet him, but today is not his day. There is another Faerie being presented to the rest of Prythian, another youngling who is turning six this year, just like Tamlin did a few months ago.

He doesn’t know how to approach anyone, or if he’s even allowed to stray from his family unit. Enfys is roughhousing with one of the Autumn sons, but not the one being celebrated. He looks longingly at his brother, wanting to play, too.

“Soon,” Iolin ruffles his little brother’s blonde hair.

High Lord Celyddon of the Spring Court leads his wife and sons—Enfys falls in line at the last moment—towards the dais. Each High Lord has a throne of their own, and while his father sits on a hundred knots of wildflowers, the High Lord of Autumn sits on a throne of fire. Upon closer inspection, Tamlin notices it's made of leaves in different stages of its life of fall, a sister to the grand seat at Spring Court.

Though High Lord Beron has never been kind, or even polite, Tamlin feels comforted by this place. It’s like home, but different. He doesn’t expect warmth, only Memrun and Niki have shown Tamlin gentleness. He still wonders if that kindness is a ploy, or proof of weakness. There is a reason his father is the strongest.

“Celyddon,” says the Lord of Fire.

“Beron.” His father returns the disrespect without missing a beat.

“I’m surprised you showed your face.” His auburn gaze, as bright as his vermillion hair, shifts to Tamlin. “I’m surprised you brought the runt. Still clinging to his mother’s skirts, I see.”

Oh, no. Tamlin immediately steps away from his mother, tipping his head up proudly. He is a Spring Son. At six years old, he is grown.

(It’s too late, he knows he’ll be punished for this.)

His emerald eyes meet his father’s and the anger there is cutting.

“I have no reason to hide any of my heirs, unlike you.”

Beside the flaming throne, a tiny boy stands. He offers a small smile, so unlike his father’s—the rest of him, his hair, his eyes (but not his complexion) is the same, just like the six other Autumn children.

“Hello, my lord, my lady,” he bows politely. “Thank you for attending my birthday party.” His gaze lands on Tamlin. “I wish I could have attended your birthday, Tamlin. I hope you did not take offense, I was needed here.” His voice is soft, and kind. His words hit every note in a way that Tamlin cannot replicate; it reminds him of his older brother, Iolin, who was always his mother’s favourite for being so princely.

“Happy birthday,” Tamlin says quietly, shyly. “I like your hair.”

“Are you sure you want to call that one your heir? He seems stupid.” Beron sneers, and it brings a flush to Tamlin’s face.

It’s hard to listen when he feels so bad, and he doesn’t want to look at anyone, so he keeps his gaze on the ground. Later, his father will punish him even more for embarrassing him not once, but twice in front of another High Lord. There is a weight on his chest, and a vice around his throat, he can’t breathe. He can’t think.

Only when his mother leads him away from the dais and back into the crowd does he feel better. In the crowd, Tamlin can be invisible. He’s still so small that he can lose himself in the skirts of all the pretty ladies, and the flowing tunics of the handsome nobles. He doesn’t leave her side, hoping and waiting for reassurance that he hasn’t failed his father. He just wants to be good, and do good. Tamlin knots his fingers anxiously while she speaks to other Ladies.

A gentle tap on his shoulder startles him.

Tamlin looks up and around, expecting to see his brother, but it’s that boy again.

“Hi, Tamlin.”

“Hi.” He hadn’t been listening and missed the boy’s name, and that’s cause for embarrassment, too. A good son is observant, he knows things without having to ask.

“I’m Lucien, but you can call me Lucy when it’s just us.” Lucien holds his hand out to him.

“Okay, but don’t call me Tammy. I don’t like it.”

“Okay,” the Autumn Faerie grins. “Do you wanna come play? I have a treehouse.”

Tamlin glances at his mother and waits until he can ask for her permission. Lucien waits patiently with him. Even if it’s birthday, it seems like he has nowhere else to be.

The treehouse is hollow in a massive sequoia tree. Tamlin had stood before it, mouth agape, craning his head up, up, up until his head hurt and he nearly stumbled back. In the Spring Court, only the little creatures and the forest spirits live in tree holes, not High Faeries. The thought excites him and fascinates; his heart yearns to explore. He’s in another Court and he gets to discover new things.

He follows Lucien into the dark maw of the sequoia, and into the coziest little spot. Books line the walls. Blankets pillow the ground, making it a soft place to lay around and do nothing. A row of fire ants with their glowing bottoms march across the ceiling, giving this treehouse a warm glow.

“Wow,” Tamlin exhales, his whole being alight with joy.

“I’m glad you like it,” Lucien hums proudly. The other boy gets quiet for a moment, sitting on the ground with his ankles tucked beneath him. He’s content to let Tamlin explore for a bit before he finally says, “I’m sorry for what my father said. It’s not true, you know. I can see it in your eyes, you’re really smart.”

Tamlin snorts. “That’s silly, my eyes are eyes, they're for seeing not for smart-ing.”

“No! It’s true, my brother Velten says you gotta watch out for the smart ones. I dunno what I’m watching for, but he says you can see it in people’s eyes, if they’re thinking or if there’s nothing there.”

“Nuh uh, the only way you can tell is if they can answer questions.”

“Oh, that’s a good way, too!” Of the two of them, Lucien proves to be the more amenable one. He also tells Tamlin he can borrow any books he likes.

“Do you have any books about Il-lyrians?”

“Hmmm, I don’t think so. Illyrians are from the Night Court, only the Night Court knows stuff about them. Why?”

“Um, Lady Lilith lent a book to the other ladies. They were gonna lend it to your mom, too, but she wasn’t at my birthday.”

Lucien goes quiet, looking at the ground. It’s a sad, shameful gaze that Tamlin recognizes, but cannot put the words to.

“We weren’t allowed. My father,” he pauses. There are some things that should not be shared between Courts.

“It’s okay, my father doesn’t let us visit other Courts either. Only today to say mean things to your father.”

“Yeah,” Lucien says. No one should be sad on his birthday, so Tamlin crawls out of their hidey-hole and into the Autumn forest. “Hey! Where are you going? You can’t go far! We’ll get in trouble!”

Tamlin returns after a couple of minutes, fingers stained purple and red, and palms full of berries. “Here, these smell sweet.” He nudges them towards Lucien. “So, you’ll feel better.”

“Your hands! Your father will be so angry.”

Tamlin shrugs. “It’s okay. I’m already in trouble for staying with my mother, and because I’m stupid. I can take one more punishment,” he grins. He finds that the consequences are worth it, if he’s helping make Lucien feel better. It soothes the needling in his chest, the one that his father placed there with his glare.

The smile on Lucien’s face is wonderful, and Tamlin dares to smile back.

“If we see each other again after today, do you want to be friends?” Lucien asks.

“Can we be friends today? I’ve never had a friend.” Brothers, sure, but not friends. Not the faerie kind.

Lucien perks, his smile blooming into a grin. “Okay!”

Friends—nothing more and nothing less.

Here, cradled in a secret tree hollow, there are no heirs, not of Spring or Autumn.

#i told myself i would do both prompts every day #but i am also full of LIES #tamlin week #my fics #tamlin #pro tamlin #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #acotar

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arceespinkgun · 21 days

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After finishing the Marvel UK comics—which I know JRo read, I even saw JRo's letters in the letters pages!—I am so baffled and annoyed by how he chose to write many of the characters in his own comics. Like, it's one thing when characters didn't have strong, established personalities (like Swerve), or if the story would've been weaker if they weren't written differently, but so many of these choices infuriate me. Rant below the cut:

Why are characters who were amazing and multi-faceted, like the radical yet manipulative leader Emirate Xaaron (who became Primus's vessel!!!), or the rebellious Blaster (who was the main character for a while!!!) basically furniture? Those were two of the standout characters who would have been amazing to see more of, especially Xaaron, who rarely gets revisited! It almost feels spiteful to me.

Why were characters who had one established personality sometimes given the exact opposite one? Is it just for shock value...? I mean, I didn't like Fortress Maximus, but he had a very clear characterization that was based in being so tired of and averse to conflict that he caused other people serious problems. So why was he introduced by ripping Decepticons in half and being a spree shooter? It was literally shown that Fortress Maximus would rather kill himself when faced with pressure than lash out! Prowl was often angry and upset, but it was basically always because someone made a decision that could get people hurt! He was screaming and crying because Grimlock was threatening their peace with the Decepticons at the end, begging him to see them as people who deserve compassion!!! Did JRo just think, "Oh, he yells. Guess I should make him a fascist then?"

Why were characters who had a ton of potential and I would've loved to see explored more deeply made the butt of offensive jokes? Flywheels literally proved to Ultra Magnus that there are good, noble people among the Decepticons, and ended up fighting alongside the Wreckers! It would've been so cool to see more of him! But no, he's made the butt of jokes about his feet (?) and stuff and then immediately killed off horrifically. Spinister as a character was an interesting look into the thoughts of a Decepticon soldier, and he was outwardly cynical but through his actions, showed he actually cared about his fellow Decepticons. So why did JRo think that tons of ableist humor at his expense would somehow improve matters? Spinister being a neurosurgeon was a cool idea, too—there was no need to taint it like this!

Then there are times where he took some element of a character and took it to such extremes by making it super edgy. Okay, Tailgate's only appearance that I remember was going underground on Cybertron as part of an old Autobot hazing ritual he wanted to complete to prove himself. So JRo... makes it his backstory that he was only two-weeks old and then trapped underground for millions of years? Chromedome was underutilized, but had a really cool bio about being a computer programmer who was reluctant to join the war effort, who got caught up in a race between the Autobots and Decepticons on who could have the most upgraded mechanical brains. That's sounds like a really cool story possibility that I could totally see having characters like Prowl or Shockwave, who have some of the most powerful processors, being in! What does JRo have? The Institute and New Institute, where thousands of lobotomies were performed.

Do not even get me started on Rodimus.

The thing that especially irks me is that someone like Nightbeat did seem totally in-keeping with the old version of the character and was awesome, so this all seems intentional.

#rant #I think the most anger I saw toward JRo's characterizations was about Star Saber #but since I've now read Marvel UK I know he did that to NEARLY EVERYONE #also a lot of this applies to other IDW writers as well like Nick Roche #my analysis #transformers idw #transformers marvel

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hydrachea · 5 months

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I want to hear from you as a fellow shipper: 1. Out of all the humans that Sigewinne has encountered in her probably long life, what makes Wriothesley special? 2. In turn, what makes Sigewinne special to Wriothesley? Side note: Fontaine has really been emphasising on the human-non-human relationships (Neuvia, Callirhoe and Finch, Neuvifuri) and how they have changed each other, and I would be very happy if they do continue in that direction and give us significant Wriosige moments. I personally think that their best dynamic would be a complementary contrast to NeuviFuri's - as in NeuviFuri revolutionised against the tyranny of Celestia and the Heavenly Principles and were the lead actors in the drama that was Act V, but WrioSige are more down-to-earth and "realistic", quietly improving the Fortress one reform at a time (and because it's been bugging me a lot, I hope post-Archon Quest events give ample time to develop the reforms of the justice system in Fontaine bc if it's as simple as "Neuvi ascends to power" it's still a shit system).

Do they have to be special? Is it not enough that, of all the people they've met across their lives, something slowly came to life as they spent time together?

I don't know much about love, really. I'm aromantic, so it's a feeling that will forever be out of my grasp. But I do know I don't really believe in soulmates, or in "the one". I believe you either find, or build a connection with someone, and that "someone" can be many people.

I do think Sigewinne has been Wriothesley's only romantic interest across his life, if just because he was sent to Meropide when he was still very young - 10 to 15 years old, most likely, considering Genshin seems allergic to characters older than 30. You can fall for your fellow inmates, Avice and Faissolle have shown as much, but under the previous warden I doubt that was much of an option - and his focus was largely elsewhere. As was everyone else's, really. Every day was pretty much a fight to survive. And that leaves Sigewinne, who was likely there before the previous warden and who will still be there once someone takes over after Wriothesley. Her existence almost feels separate from the rest of the prison. Pair that with the fact that he fought a lot and so probably saw her a lot to get patched up, and she starts standing out to him. She's kind, but she isn't naive. Humans to her are both endearing and interesting, and neither of those feelings are malicious. And she's much, much smarter and older than she looks. Compared to what most other people in Meropide had to offer, plus those inhuman traits unique to her, no wonder she caught his eye and later on his heart.

Sigewinne, though, has lived a long time. Several centuries is a safe assumption. We know from Neuvillette's story quest that the relationship between humans and mélusines hasn't always been good, but it's been better for many decades. And with her interest in them, I'm willing to bet several humans caught her attention long before Wriothesley was even born - likely all for different reasons too. She might not have understood her own feelings back then, though - in fact she might only have come around to understanding "love" by the time she met Wriothesley. Those that came before him paved the way, in a way. If she were to find a pattern across all those that caught her eye, I'd say she likes strong characters. People who stand their ground and keep their beliefs at heart even when all the odds are stacked against them. It's fascinating to her, because it's not a feeling that comes naturally to her the way it does to them. She sees a spark in them, one that's very literal in her mélusine eyes, and she's drawn to it. And maybe they remind her of an old friend, too.

(And my friend I sure hope we'll get more interactions between them as more patches come out. As you said, Fontaine has been delivering on the side of relationships with nonhumans and I want more of it. Especially these two. They're so casually married, I'm still not over the photos conversation.)

#ask #answer #rainycloudmountain #wriowinne #structure? i hardly know her #but yeah i don't know #maybe i misunderstood the ask maybe this is just an Aro Moment #maybe the wording confused me #i don't know how to interpret them being special to each other #sigewinne had many humans who were special to her #each one was a learning experience until wriothesley came along #and she'd finally learned enough by then #he came at the right time and he was the type of person that appealed to her #i hope he knows how lucky he is #and then wriothesley... didn't have much of an opportunity to find anyone else #he could have after the end of his sentence #but sigewinne was already in meropide and so she too came at the right time #before anyone else even had a chance #they both lucked out in that way #what am i saying at this point #this is such a long answer my god

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themattress · 1 year

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Team Rocket HQ in the anime has a bizarre history.

First off, in the early days there was no firm, consistent direction given as to how it should look like, and so in “It’s Mr. Mime Time”, “Showdown at the Poke-Corral”, and the movie Mewtwo Strikes Back, it looks different even when it’s supposed to be the same building.

After Mewtwo destroys it, Giovanni relocates to a vacation resort property he owns until a new HQ is constructed in the same area. We see it in the episode “Dues and Don’ts”, and its design is clearly a smaller variation on the design of the original HQ shown in “It’s Mr. Mime Time”, which I take as meaning to suggest that it was the “correct” design and thus it was both renditions of the scene where Mewtwo destroys the building that got its look all wrong.

However, in the second episode of the Advanced Generation series we suddenly see that Giovanni appears to be in some sort of hotel again, suggesting that something is happening with Team Rocket HQ. And sure enough, come the Battle Frontier arc we see that the HQ near Viridian City has been abandoned in favor of a new, larger HQ in a rocky cliffside area.

Given how bigger and more advanced it appears, I suspect that it began construction after Mewtwo’s destruction of the original HQ, and that the smaller replacement one was just a temporary measure until the real new HQ was completed. This HQ is used for the remainder of the anime, so you would think no more weirdness happened. But you would be wrong.

In Best Wishes, the HQ has been redesigned! The building that was there before appears to have been firmly encased inside a high-tech steel tower, making it look like some kind of military fortress...which, given the interior redesign and Giovanni’s current choice of outfit, is precisely the intent. The last we see of it at the end of the series, it still looks the same. In the XY, Sun & Moon and Journeys series, we only see inside and never outside. But now, in the penultimate episode of the Aim to Be a Pokemon Master miniseries, we see it again and...

It’s right back to its old appearance! I guess after Giovanni’s bid for conquest in Unova failed, he had all of the protective military steel plating torn down while the TRio was off in Kalos.

#Pokemon #Pokeani #Team Rocket #Analysis #Comparison

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sharpen-your-hatchet · 1 year

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Old Wounds - Wenclair fanfic, chapter 23

Description: Now aged 22, Wednesday Addams is an up-and-coming author. Her time at Nevermore is well behind her, and she is alone, and that suits her just fine...But when a 'new' neighbour shows up in her apartment building, she'll truly be tested on whether her "bad habit" of caring truly has been broken. (Hint: It hasn't.)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair

Rating: Mature (Fic is fully SFW up to Chapter 20)

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Spontaneity and impulsivity are traits of Wednesday’s that she prefers to keep hidden under pretence. It is an undeniable truth that – given the opportunity – she is more than capable of following up on a sudden violent whim, or chasing a mystery trail when such an enigma presents itself. But these traits; this inherent desire to pursue what intrigues her...well, for many people, this feeds into a perception of recklessness.

Whilst Wednesday does not care at all for other people’s opinions of her, it is important that she feels rightfully aligned with her own self-perception – Even if recent developments have shown she is far more fluid than one would initially expect. In any case, she finds it rather distasteful to assess her behaviour and see it as reckless. Reckless implies she is without thought and if Wednesday considers herself one thing: It is intelligent. She is also refined, controlled; intuitive and analytical. These impulses of hers to chase the thrill of satiated curiosity are calculated.

However, when it comes to impulsivity of a… different nature...

Well, Wednesday is still learning just how spontaneous she can be. Given that she and Enid have done little experimenting outside of the safe four walls of their own apartments, there is an entire world of possibility unveiling before her. It would seem their tryst in the car was just the beginning.

Currently, Enid is dragging her through the upper hallways of her family home. Enid’s hand takes a commanding hold of her own, making a bee line to the bedroom. Despite how many years it’s been; how the house seems to eerily warp and shift at its own whims, Enid knows where she is going – and she is going with intent.

Wednesday can feel a palpable change in the air as they get closer. It is in Enid’s pace, the electrifying and tense grip Enid’s hand has on hers, and the subtle, hungry glances Enid takes as they near the door. There is a hum of energy in Wednesday’s chest at all this. It flutters from her heart, all the way down to her lower stomach where it sits aching, waiting in anticipation.

Enid pulls them into Wednesday’s room, and Wednesday uses her free hand to push the door shut behind them, swiftly tackling the various locks and deadbolts until it is certain her room is a fortress that none may enter.

And then, she turns back to Enid.

They stare at each other.

And this is where it begins... They are in Wednesday’s room. Her childhood room no less. It is dark and dingy, dressed similarly to a torture room in some respect, but still holding a childlike air as though frozen in time - it is a true temple to her youth that her family has respectfully maintained in her absence. Though frankly, Wednesday has no use for the sentimentality. She finds it restrictive. To think that a space must remain what it once was and always has been… well, it is deny the never-ending nature of time. The past must die, and so must the incessant grip of innocence this room tries to bare upon her.

So to put it in less formal – and more impulsive – terms:

Fuck it.

Wednesday will allow herself this recklessness if it allows her to look upon Enid the way she is now. That is to say: up-close and intimate as she is pushed against the door by Enid’s strong frame. The jolt sends sparks flying down Wednesday’s spine. With Enid holding her steady, it is familiar, captivating, and just a little bit painful in a way that Wednesday cannot not deny enjoying. A small gasp escapes her lips, eliciting a smirk from Enid in response.

“I mustn’t be the only desperate one.” Enid murmurs, stealing a kiss from Wednesday’s lips. “After we got caught earlier, I was totally dying from the embarrassment...but really, the whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about how we didn’t get to finish.”

They kiss briefly, exploring each other’s mouths with fervour. Enid is hungry and giving; Wednesday is reciprocal and reeling, feeling thunder surge in her veins as Enid’s lips capture hers again and again. It is like a dark magic. Wednesday could only wish the hexes she had studied felt so emboldening.

When they split, they are both already breathless.

Dazzled from Enid’s weight against her, the kiss; the intimacy of it all – Wednesday barely wants to say anything. Though her body tingles, she is not nearing her limit, not yet. There is simply a storm brewing under her skin and a surging motivation to see their prior disrupted task finished. There is little else on her mind suddenly, in fact. She had been dragged away from it before, her brain too dug down in the pits of humility from facing her mother… but Enid’s eagerness and the retrieval of their privacy brings Wednesday back into focus. There is an end goal, and she is renewed in her determination to reach it. She aches to see Enid achieve what was so briefly in sight.

As such, Wednesday lightly pushes Enid away. They need not waste time. There is a slightly surprised, darkening expression that falls upon Enid’s face at this, as she takes a few steps back to keep her balance. Enid’s mouth hangs open slightly, asking a silent question.

“On the bed, mi cariño,” Wednesday dictates. “You on top.”

Enid takes in a steadying breath. “Like earlier?” She asks, her eyes growing black with arousal.

“Yes.” Wednesday replies plainly. There is something vindicating about knowing what she wants; knowing how to move herself and Enid this time around from their experience in the car. It makes it less overwhelming, as though she can somewhat grasp this desire and make it palpable; bring it into being. It is a victory in many senses. Wednesday can feel her body thrum, emboldened by the power this slither of experience offers – and though, there is still a long way to go until she can give herself entirely to Enid, there is still sinful heaven and glorious hell to be found in her progress through this gentle purgatory.

Wednesday makes a move to the bed, brushing past a slightly slack-jaw Enid. She gets herself comfortable and then watches intently as Enid approaches the bed herself.

“And here I was thinking I was going to be in charge.” Enid jokes as she clambers onto the mattress and straddles Wednesday’s hips.

Wednesday feels her own arousal pool heavily in her abdomen as the mattress dips down under Enid’s weight, and their hips make contact. It feels like the anticipatory spark that lights a fuse; the beginning of an icy tumble that brings forth an avalanche. Dangerous, yet so dearly wanted.

“You are on top,” Wednesday remarks, her expression challenging and intense. “But, mi amor, an Addams’ will always end up taking the lead.”

Enid draws in another breath. There is a shudder that she tries to cover.

“I am still familiarising myself, though...but I am known to be a fast learner,” She adds. Wednesday pulls her hands from her sides, bringing them to rest on Enid’s hips as they did in the car. “Like this, correct?”

“Yeah,” Enid sighs out, biting her lip as she smiles.

Wednesday looks thoughtful as she looks up at Enid, her heart pounding away in her chest. She did not notice before how stately Enid looks when viewed from below, towering over her, like a painting in motion. Enid’s outfit consists of a fitted sweater, paired with skirt and thin tights – Through the fabric, Wednesday can see the gentle curve of Enid’s arms, strong and capable, and lower down, Enid’s thighs gently flex as they settle themselves. Though Wednesday could say much about her choice of colour scheme, she is frankly too mesmerised by Enid’s form; how elegant yet dangerous a body like hers is. Wednesday knows there’s a way to go until nudity does not make her insides twist like a snake consuming its own tail – but for a moment, she can at least consider how Enid will look bare…

Wednesday’s mind flashes back to the night of Enid’s werewolf transformation.

Her grip on Enid’s hips tighten.

Enid catches this, smiles, and lowers herself slightly so they’re face to face.

“Watcha staring at?” She husks.

Wednesday does not dignify an answer. She instead brings her head forward, capturing Enid’s lips in a delicate kiss. They start here, mouths interlocking, soft but impassioned; Enid’s hands finding their anchors – one on Wednesday’s jaw, the other gripped on the metal frame of the bed. It’s a beautiful and tender moment that sees their lower bodies gently rocking together, Enid conceding to the achingly slow rhythm Wednesday sets. It is experimental and teasing, with Wednesday noting the gentle hitches in Enid’s breath as she shuffles her position, trying to maintain the kiss whilst looking for relief from the throb between her legs.

After a moment, it seems Enid finds the right spot atop Wednesday’s thigh. She pauses, eliciting a whimper breathed out between parted lips, a sigh caught in her throat. She then settles into the position quickly, eager and ready to hungrily accept each rolling brush of friction. Wednesday takes no hesitation in continuing to rock her leg against where Enid rests, only watching with an intrigued, arousal laden awe. Their bodies roll against one another, lighting striking at each and every graze. Wednesday’s stomach is in knots, her breath catching at the sight of her girlfriend being pleasured in this way. It continues to take Wednesday by surprise how deeply intoxicating this feeling is – knowing all this hedonistic pleasure is her doing, and how right it feels even when put against her touch-averse nature.

Enid rides Wednesday’s thigh intently. She grinds down, breathing shuddered, moaning quiet obscenities under her breath at every pass. She recaptures Wednesday’s mouth, biting gently down against Wednesday’s lip. It’s pleasure, and pain, and ecstasy – sparks riding down Wednesday’s spine like a firework. She writhes as the feeling dissipates through her nerves. It stirs her hips and leg in tandem, causing a few rougher brushes against Enid’s core.

“Fuck, Wends.” Enid breathes out.

There’s a craze in Wednesday’s eyes at this; a carnal look that silently attests to her enjoyment. She keeps her leg gently moving, greedily drinking in the image of Enid climbing to apex above her, any tinge of overstimulation happily parked in her peripheral so long as the focus remains away from her. Though, a curiosity lingers. Wednesday has an itch of her own – one that cannot yet be scratched, but she wonders still.

“Tell me how it feels,” She asks, her voice quiet yet demanding.

“So good,” Enid whispers in between peppered kisses. “So fucking good... Like every little touch is its own wave.”

Wednesday watches for another moment. She senses a growing desperation in Enid, her thighs tensing slightly as she continues to grind and thrust against Wednesday’s leg, searching for more friction, more pressure; more anything – When she finds it, it’s a display of pure delight, bringing forth a moan that hums against Wednesday’s lips. It echoes like delightful crack of thunder through Wednesday’s brain, warning her of the storm that brews in the sky above her.

This only piques her curiosity further. Empirically, Wednesday picks up the intensity, letting Enid set the rhythm now so her leg rises and falls with the rolling pace of Enid’s steepening fervour.

“And now?” Wednesday asks again.

Enid practically purrs at the increased stimulation. The hand on Wednesday’s jaw falls to Wednesday’s shoulder, Enid’s sharp nails digging in through the fabric of Wednesday’s shirt.

Wednesday hisses slightly, non-expectant of the pain nor the slickness she feels now pooling in her own lower region. It’s a sudden thing, a pan flash of erotic agony. It tempts her away from the moment with a chorus of white noise stinging in her ears; a sudden dose of overwhelming reality.

But, Wednesday fights this feeling desperately. She is unwilling – unable, even – to stop now, not when she can feel Enid is so nearly there. This stubborn defiance manifests into action, with Wednesday now intently focusing on everything directly in front of her to keep the world grounded. She brushes her eyes along Enid’s body with its elegant curves; lets her ears ruminate on every breath and sweet nothing Enid produces; allows herself to be consumed by all that is this moment, until the world around herself and Enid all but fades away.

She keeps rocking her lower body to the rhythm of Enid’s hips, dutiful and intent. Enid grinds herself down again, and again, her pace feverish as her breathing begins turning into nothing more than gasps. Enid’s head shies away from their kiss, burying itself into Wednesday’s shoulder.

“Are you…?” Wednesday asks quietly.

“Close? Y-yes.” Enid sighs out. “So so close.”

Wednesday’s hands - having otherwise remained anchored to Enid’s hips - allow themselves to wander ever so slightly. Wednesday is unsure if it’s even the right thing to do, but her fingertips skim down, under the hem of Enid’s ridden-up skirt, settling on Enid’s thighs. Wednesday can feel Enid’s muscles dance under her fingertips, tightening and twitching – and though Enid’s tights remain a barrier between any direct contact, Wednesday’s heart pounds away regardless, dazzled by the sparks that tingle under her fingertips from this near-enough brush with Enid’s skin.

And Enid, with her breath stuttering; body trembling, starts her climax at the addition of this new stimuli. She comes with a final gasp that brings with it a low, heady moan. The noise comes out muffled against Wednesday’s shoulder, and Wednesday lays there frozen as she watches Enid come undone above her. It is moment of pure decadence. It is raw, and heavy, and overwhelming; uncouth in a way that Wednesday would never enjoy enjoy in any other circumstance...but it’s beautiful because when it’s Enid it cannot be anything else.

Enid’s orgasm ripples through her for a few moments. She rides through it, with tense muscles slowing her movements until her hips drag to a stop. Wednesday watches with a hungry intrigue, feeling a level of satiation settle in her stomach, wrapping itself around her own buried desire.

How fascinating it is; consuming, yet freeing all the same.

Enid eventually relaxes, and she collapses onto the bed beside Wednesday with a shaky swing of her leg. She gives Wednesday a gracious moment of silence to settle – and so, she simply lays there, a sleepy pleased smile spread across her kiss swollen lips.

After a second, Wednesday slowly turns her head to where Enid has sprawled, a glimmer of gratification resting in her fond gaze.

They did it.

She did it.

Wednesday quietly marvels at it; at this moment. How bizarre; how subjectively strange it seems to be in such a position right now, and to have gotten here without experiencing the inclination to spontaneously combust.

She glances down to Enid’s resting form.

“How was it, mi cariño?” Wednesday enquires.

Enid pulls herself up. She stretches, planting a quick, chaste kiss to Wednesday’s cheek.

“It was absolutely perfect.”

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My Hero Superman AU; Reign of the Multiversal Supermen by @itsupermanti, Part 7 Superwoman; Galactic Maiden

(Artwork from Superwoman Vol 1, #2)

Ochaco(voiceover as the Fortress of Solitude is shown from the outside): My name is Ochaco Uraraka, I was the hero-in-training “the Gravity Hero, Uravity”, but now I have a new title…

Ochaco(as she is shown in her new red and white Superwoman costume alongside her boyfriend and daughter with looks of shock on their faces): My boyfriend is Izuku, the new Superman, Man of Tomorrow, and our daughter Eri is Supergirl, Girl of Steel, so now I’m Superwoman, Galactic Maiden!

Ochaco(as the rest of Izuku’s family is shown): We’ve been dealing with otherworldly visitors, most of them unfriendly, some of them fellow heroes who just want to get home, but this one…

Ochaco(as Clark Kent/SupermanTAS is shown still smiling as the sun sets behind him): He just feels…Truly “Super”, like he’ll help anyone, no matter what universe he’s in…

Hisashi(walking up to Clark and accepting Clark’s handshake): I’m Hisashi Midoriya, the Superman of this Earth, how did you know who I was?

Clark(smirking): I’m an investigative journalist on my Earth, and I kept a low profile when I arrived.

Clark(once he and Hisashi stopped shaking hands): I started investigating the new world I found myself in, and when I realized that the Superman here was from Japan, I started investigating and learned of Hisashi Midoriya, a reporter who joined Musutafu News shortly before Superman appeared.

Clark(with the others paying him close attention): I learned that you were from a small town called “Smallville”, just like I was, so I headed to your hometown, found your family’s farm and meet your father, Josuke, who told me about the kind of person you are.

Izuku(speaking up): Jon told us about you!

Izuku(with Clark turning to him in shock): He said that his dad’s human name was “Clark Kent” and that he was the Superman before him!

Clark(surprise visible on his face): You met my son?

Eri: Him and his Uncle Conner Kent, your clone brother.

Clark(understanding): They were probably from a different Earth than mine, my Jon is barely a month old, and I don’t have a brother, clone or otherwise.

Inko(finishing tying up the unconscious Thragg with her lasso): Regardless, thanks for your help.

Inko(noticing Clark looking at her weirdly): What?

Clark(shaking his head): Nothing, it’s just even though you don’t look like her, you remind me a bit of my wife Lois, with some bits of my friend Diana.

Inko(as All Might drapes Thragg over his shoulder like a sack): Is she a reporter who strives to uncover the truth as well?

Clark(crossing his arms with a chuckle): Looks like somethings are just a multiversal constant…

Thor(hugging Hyperion): It is truly great to see you once again Marcus!

Marcus(patting Thor on the back): You too big guy!

Marcus(glancing at Mjolnir and Thor’s arm): I see you got your arm and hammer back.

Thor(smiling): Indeed!

Thor(losing his smile): Although another has come forth with your name.

Thor(as Hyperion pays him close attention): A group calling themselves, “The Squadron Supreme of AMERICA”…

Thor(turning to Sentry): And last I recall, you were finally able to pass on after a battle against Knull, the King in Black. Jane even told me that she helped your soul ascend to Valhalla…

Bob(shrugging his shoulders): I’m just as confused as you are.

Bob(looking at his own hands): I remember finally passing on, but then I saw a bright light and I found myself in a physical body in the middle of the streets in Japan.

EDenki(walking up): The portal also turned me into my energy form, not sure why though…

Blossom(flying in and addressing EDenki): Apparently something called a Motherbox malfunctioned and opened those portals.

IzukuCW(hand on his chin): But why only people like us?

HisashiKC(walking up): Some other force must be at play here, but what?

Ochaco(overhearing them): Something tells me that we might not like the answer to that…

Later, inside the Fortress;

Goku(looking at a restrained Thragg within a holding cell): You sure this will hold him?

Hisashi(addressing his friend and fellow alien): Yeah, it’s able to hold a Saiyan like you and Vegeta, for a little while anyways…

Hisashi(as Thragg tries to fly at them): Sure they can adapt like you…

As soon as Thragg is about to make contact with the barrier, an array of ultrasonic speakers go off, disrupting Thragg’s concentration due his sensitive Viltrumite ears, and bringing him to his knees.

Hisashi(as the speakers turn off and Thragg glares at them): But their ears are more sensitive to accommodate for their flight.

Hisashi(turning to his friend): And while they can take more punishment for a longer time than you can, they can’t match your power output.

Goku(arms crossed): I don’t know, I can take quite a beating…

Hisashi(smirking): Because you push yourself past the pain, they can take more physical damage before they start going down.

Hisashi(as they walk away from a scowling Thragg): In simple terms, they’re tanks while you and Vegeta and bombers. You can cause more damage than them, but go down easier.

Goku(scratching his nose): I guess that’s accurate…

Hisashi: At least in your base forms, your other forms let you take more damage, at the cost of your stamina.

Hisashi(turning to his friend): Except for Ultra-Instinct, how’s that going for you by the way?

Goku(grinning): I managed to figure it out, thanks for training me in Torquasm-Rao by the way, it really helped get me into the state of mind I needed.

Hisashi: Anything for a friend.

Goku(as they walk into the lobby and they see Eri with Brightburn and Krypto): You know, we should probably have you over for dinner sometime, I know Chichi would love to have you guys over again, and I just know that Izuku and Eri would get along great with Gohan and Pan.

Goku(smirking): Goten’s even a big Superboy fan.

Hisashi(smiling): Maybe after this is all over.

Meanwhile;

Dr Garaki is shown opening another pod within his hidden lab.

Dr Garaki(addressing the young man who has exited the pod): Welcome back…

Dr Garaki(smiling vindictively): Tomura Shigiraki.

The young man lifts his head to reveal the chapped visage of the League of Villains’ current leader. His light blue hair parting to reveal his red eyes.

Shigiraki(once he has fully exited the pod in nothing but a skin tight pair of leggings): Was the procedure successful?

Rokuro walks in wearing a new black and yellow costume with glowing yellow lines throughout, a red lightning bolt on his chest and a full helmet, acting much calmer then he had previously.

Zoom(his voice distorted by his helmet): Why don’t you tell us?

Shigiraki(raising a brow): Who’s he?

Dr Garaki(waving him off): Another one of our experiments, now how do you feel?

Tomura looks down and briefly clenches his right fist. Energy starts to gather in his fist, much like it does with Denki’s lightning as Shazam.

Shigiraki(grinning like the madman he is): Yes…

Shigiraki(proceeding to easily lift the pod he emerged from with one hand): I can feel it.

Shigiraki(as he crushes the pod with his new strength): This strength, it’s exciting!

Shigiraki(as he starts hovering off the ground as his eyes glow with energy): THE POWER OF THE GODS IS MINE TO WIELD!!!

Dr Garaki(grinning madly): Superboy is your cousin, and Wonder Woman your aunt…

Dr Garaki: You’re able to unlock the same power as them, you just need the right trigger to awaken it, in this case the various energy manipulation quirks the Master left for you.

Shigiraki(smirking darkly): With this cheat code, I’ll finally be able to take out the series of boss levels that is the Justice League and their brats!

Zoom(scowling under his helmet): Just leave the Flashes to me. I have unfinished business with them…

Unknown to the villains within the lab, they had been overheard by a worried Toga.

Toga(eyes wide): This is bad…

Shigiraki(as Toga sneaks away from the door): I HAVE to test this new power against my cousin’s!

Shigiraki(turning to Garaki): WHERE IS HE?!?!?!

Re-Destro(walking in without his armor): They’re likely at Superman’s Fortress in the Arctic Circle. It likely contains some technology to help them send the otherworldly visitors back.

Shigiraki(confused): Huh?

Cyborg SM(walking in): You have been undergoing that process for quite a while now, much as happened…

Cyborg SM(smirking as Shigiraki turns to him): Let us fill you in…

Back at the Fortress;

Mei(flying into the main lobby with her Steel suit): WE FIGURED IT OUT!!!

Ochaco(looking up from talking with a shy Brandon Breyer): Really?!

David(running in): We need the Flashes’ help!

Tenya(racing up to them with Tensei and Jay): With what?

Melissa(flying in on the Cosmic Rod): The Speedforce is the key!

Jay(realizing what they mean): Of course, Our vibrational frequency!

David(grinning): Exactly! The Speedforce allows you to vibrate at different frequencies using your speed, so you should all be able to vibrate and match the frequency of other Earths!

SMR-5 walks in carrying what appears to be a specialized treadmill in over his head, with wires draped over his shoulders.

Mei(excitedly): We built this special baby to channel the vibrations you create when you run to open portals across space and time!

Tensei(with his hand on his chin in thought): There were times that as I was running, it looked as if time was rewinding, but I just assumed that it was because I was moving so fast that it looked like I got where I was heading before I seemingly left.

Tenya(eyes wide and waving his hands around): YOU MEAN YOU ACCIDENTALLY TRAVELED BACK IN TIME WITHOUT REALIZING?!?!?! WE COULD TIME TRAVEL THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!?!

SMR-5(having set everything up): I have already scanned the subjects’ various vibrational frequencies and have inputted them into the treadmill’s controls.

Mellisa(as the others join them): All you have to do is run as fast as you have to to match the frequency and open the portal, before using the controls to switch to the next one.

Ochaco(voiceover, smiling): Things might finally be coming to a close!

Meanwhile;

Shigiraki is seen flying towards the Arctic with a legion of Nomus behind him, and a mad grin on his face, wearing a new black and white armor, reminiscent of Superman’s suit, with the “S” on his chest and a red cape(think New 52 Superman armor in the black and white, with t he red cape).

Re-Destro(over the comms): I still highly advise AGAINST this! The alien technology within that Fortress’ defenses are far beyond anything you could possibly dream of!

Shigiraki(cockily): I have the power of the gods now, along with various quirks to boost it! I’ll easily turn their defenses to dust!

Re-Destro(worried): But those defenses are Kryptonian!

Shigiraki(annoyed): What part of “godly might” didn’t you get? I’m more than a match for Superboy now!

Re-Destro: But Superboy is half-alien, half-demigod, but you’re still half-human! No amount of quirks will be able to make up the difference!

Shigiraki(angrily as he starts glowing with more power): OH YEAH?!?!?! JUST WATCH ME!!!

Shigiraki then proceeds to fly faster, unbothered by the heat he is radiating as he nears his destination.

Back at the Fortress;

Tenya(stepping onto the treadmill): So I just have to run?

Mei(giving him a thumbs up): Yeah, but you need to be channeling the Speedforce for this to work.

Tenya(nodding his head in acknowledgment): Got it.

Stargirl: And make sure not to slow down! Otherwise…

Tenya(confused as he was about to place his helmet on): “Otherwise” what?

David(climbing into his Stripe mech): Otherwise, you’ll trip and be launched into the wall behind you with the relative force of a rail gun…

Tenya(nervously placing his helmet on): …Got it…

Tenya(channeling the Speedforce as lightning glows in his eyes): Now or never…

Tenya starts running on the treadmill, his arms and legs becoming blurs with lightning as he runs.

Soon, sparks start jumping off the treadmill, before a series of portals start opening before them.

Ochaco(seeing the portals open up): It’s working!

Suddenly, alarms start going off.

Supreme(looking up in alarm): What now?!

A live feed of the front door is shown.

Shigiraki(banging against the door with all his might, not even leaving a scratch): GET OUT HERE, SUPERBOY!!!

Izuku(stunned): Tenko?!

Clark(confused): You know him?

Ochaco(explaining): He’s actually Izuku’s cousin who was brainwashed by a villain into becoming his successor.

Inko(regretfully): Sadly, since he was raised by that “monster” from a young age, he despises heroes with all his being…

Shigiraki throws an energy charged punch, causing various systems throughout the fortress to go haywire.

Batman(seeing the lights flicker): I have a bad feeling about this…

Suddenly, Homelander comes flying in, eyes burning with anger as his shackles turned off, his face still bruised from the beating his received earlier, followed by Paragon and the Viltrumites.

Homelander(missing a few teeth): BRING IT YOU LITTLE-

Homelander is immediately knocked straight into one of the portals by Aquaman who proceeds to jump after him.

Clark(catching Thragg’s sloppy punch): Let’s take this elsewhere.

Thragg(enraged): LIKE HELL I’LL DO WHAT YOU S-

Clark(throwing him into another portal): I wasn’t asking…

IzukuCW(as Clark flies after Thragg): Go, we’ll deal with him!

Tensei(pulling his cowl on, turning to Brandon): Let’s go!

Ochaco(seeing Izuku punch Paragon into another portal): You better come back in one piece!

Superman(smirking at her): Of course I will.

Ochaco and Izuku fly into separate portals, just as Denki flies out the doors, clotheslining Shigiraki mid punch.

Shigiraki(getting back up): WHERE IS SUPERBOY?!?!?!

Shazam(hovering down): You just missed him…

Eradicator(wearing a new costume as he and the other Supermen and Black Adam hover down besides him): Will we suffice?

Shigiraki simply gets up with a smirk on his face as he starts letting off more energy.

Shigiraki(now looking like a human star): Bring it…

Meanwhile;

Ochaco, Tensei and Brandon come out and of the portal they entered and end up on a destroyed farm, with wreckage from a plane crash.

Brightburn(clutching his head as he starts hearing the alien voice again): AAAAHHHH!!!

Flash(grabbing Brightburn): Find the ship and destroy it!

Flash(taking off with multiple sonic booms): I’LL KEEP HIM BUSY!!!

Superwoman immediately heads to the wreckage of the barn and starts pushing the wreckage aside.

Elsewhere, on Mark and Ethan’s Earth;

Clark is shown wailing away at Thragg, easily knocking away any Viltrumites who would try to interfere.

Clark(blasting Thragg away with heat vision): You’re outmatched!

Thragg(trying to power through the beam): SAYS YO-

Thragg finds himself cutoff by Supreme flying out of the portal alongside Invincible and Omniman as he gets clocked across the face!

On Homelander’s Earth;

Aquaman came out the portal into what appeared to be a lab of some sort, with a large group of people looking at him and the bloodied Homelander on the floor.

A person with an eagle shaped shield charging what appears to be an attack from his chest turns to him in confusion.

Before the man could say anything, Orin charges and jabs his face with the butt of his trident, immediately knocking him out, causing his attack to fade out.

British man in a trench coat(scowling as his eyes glow): Great! Another bloody supes!

The British man fires his own beams at Orin’s face, leaving him shrouded in smoke.

Once the smoke cleared, Orin is shown to be unfazed and with a look of annoyance on his face.

Aquaman(annoyed as everyone looks at him in shock): You done?

Aquaman(walking up and grabbing a groaning Homelander by his neck): Good!

On the Utopian and Paragon’s Earth;

Izuku finds himself fighting off an army of super-powered “heroes” as Paragon watches and gloats.

Paragon(smiling sadistically): So much for being the son of your Earth’s strongest heroes!

The young Superman let’s off a large blast of telekinetic energy, blasting everyone off of him as he charges at the young Sampson.

Superman(grabbing his opponent by his collar): You were saying?

Back at the Fortress of Solitude;

The remaining Justice League members easily intercept their counterparts of the Crime Syndicate and threw them into the portal leading to Earth 3.

Tenya slows down a bit, causing the portal to close before they could come back out.

Tenya(turning towards the sound of Shigiraki fighting Denki and the others): We have to hurry!

Steel(holding a bag as she flies towards the portal to Homelander’s Earth): Don’t worry, there’s just one thing we need to do!

Steel(grabbing Jay before he could join the fight against Shigiraki): I’ll need your help Mr. Old timer!

Steel(giving the bag she was holding to Jay): I need to run through the portal and set all of these off across the globe!

Jay(pulling out a small gas grenade): What is this?

Steel(explaining): It’s a special gas baby we designed to render the chemical baby we found in Homelander inert, you’ll have to release across the entire the globe in order to ensure that no one ever gets powers like him again.

Jay(taking off through the portal): Got it little lady!

Back on the Breyer farm;

Superwoman moves a large piece of rubble aside and finally finds the ship transmitting the voice to Brandon.

Superwoman(jumping down next to the ship): Finally.

Superwoman(using her powers to lift it up): Don’t worry Brandon, this will all be over soon…

Meanwhile;

Flash(running across the country at near lightspeed as Brightburn tries to struggle out of his grip): C’MON KID!!! I SAID WE’D HELP YOU!!!

Brightburn(trying to punch Tensei across the face only for him to vibrate): TAKE THE WORLD!!!

Brightburn manages to escape Tensei’s hold as they cross the ocean and reach Russia, when he starts clutching the sides of his head in agony.

Brightburn receives new orders from the ship as he takes off back towards the barn.

Flash(running after him while using his comm): SUPERWOMAN!!! HE’S HEADING YOUR WAY!!!

Superwoman(taking off into space): Time to end this nightmare!

We cut to Izuku as he easily overpowers Paragon’s telekinetics with his own.

Superman(blocking one of Brandon’s crosses): You know this isn’t really you…

Superman(punching Brandon hard enough to knock some teeth out): But you tried to kill my daughter…

Superman(as Brandon holds his jaw in pain): So all bets are currently off.

As Izuku continues to battle Brandon as the gathered forces of Brandon’s “army” watches in shock, a bearded man in a gray and red suit watches with interest as his own nephew is easily matched by this strange young man with an “S” on his chest.

This is the “hero” Brainwave, the Utopian’s younger brother, Walter Sampson, and Brandon’s uncle who had secretly manipulated his own nephew’s mind for his own goals.

Walter(smirking at Izuku’s display of power): It seems that I’ve found a new puppet with strings to pull…

On Invincible’s Earth;

As the battle against the Viltrumites rages on, the other heroes of the Mark’s Earth, the Guardians of the Globe, and Invincible Inc. join the fray, with Mark’s daughter, Terra and his younger brother, Oliver, initially stunned at the sight of Nolan as Omniman, before Mark quickly claims that he’ll explain later.

Clark finds himself actually being pushed back by the combined might of Thragg and Conquest, with various rips and tears appearing across his costume.

Thragg(mockingly as he throws a punch with his remaining left hand): Even with my handicap…

Thragg(as he punches Clark through several buildings): I’M MORE THAN A MATCH FOR YOU!!!

Conquest(grabbing the groaning Clark be the neck as he pulls him out of the rubble): So much for being your Earth’s strongest hero…

Conquest(voiceover as Shigiraki is shown matching Denki, Hisashi and Goku’s blows, with the other Superman counterparts picking themselves up from the onslaught of magical attacks): We’re the products of countless millennia of evolution!

Thragg(as Mjolnir is shown laying in a crater, it’s wielder embedded within the side of a mountain): WE ARE SUPERIOR TO YOU!!!

Conquest(as Homelander is shown punching Aquaman out of the building their were in, just as Jay comes rushing out of the portal and Mei delivers a swing of her hammer that pushes John back): WE NEVER TIRE!!!

Thragg(as Ochaco is shown carrying Brightburn’s ship into space with Brandon rapidly gaining on her, his eyes glowing): WE WILL NEVER REST!!!

Conquest(as Brainwave hovers down to Izuku, who turns to him in confusion after knocking Paragon into a mountain): WE HAVE NO WEAKNESSES!!!

Thragg(as Brainwave use his powers to make Izuku relive all the humiliation he went through before awakening his Kryptonian heritage making him scream, Ochaco is shown being hit by Brightburn’s heat-vision, Homelander rips Mei’s hammer out of her hands, and Hisashi is hit with a blast of divine power, as Thragg grabs Clark and throws him to the ground with enough force to cause an Earthquake felt around the world, making everyone stop their fighting): UNLIKE YOU!!!

Thragg(hovering down as the dust settles): Your faith makes you weak! You’ll never truly be our equals!

Shigiraki is shown easily knocking back the pros who attempted to help Hisashi, including Inko, Mina and Eri, before he spots Tenya running on the treadmill.

Tenya(seeing Shigiraki making his way towards him): If anyone can hear me…

Tenya(as a new portal opens up and a mop of green hair is shown): We could really use a miracle right now!

Walter(gazing into Izuku’s mind): Interesting, you’re far stronger than my pathetic brother and my gullible nephew…

Walter(as Izuku screams louder): You’ll make a fine tool to achieve my goals, all you need to do…

Walter(as he starts trapping Izuku’s consciousness in his memory of nearly dying to the sludge villain): IS SUBMIT!!!

However, before Walter could finish constructing the psychic room to trap him, Izuku remembers Ochaco and Eri’s faces and the eyes of his past self in his memory glow as he blasts Brainwave back, breaking the mental prison!

Walter(being pushed back in the real world): IMPOSSIBLE!!!

Superman(panting from the pain he felt): Now*pant*you’re*gasp*getting it…

The young demigod gets up and starts walking towards Brainwave, who attempts to trap Izuku in other painful memories, only for Izuku to shatter the construct prisons as he continues walking!

Superman(eyes glowing as he looks Walter in the eyes): I AM the impossible!

As Shigiraki draws closer to Tenya, a figure leaps out of the newly formed portal and kicks Shigiraki back, before landing in a crouch in between them.

Shigiraki(enraged): WHO DARES?!?!?!

The figure stands up, showing that they are wearing a black cloak, with a red jacket underneath with a symbol of a phoenix on it.

The figure then pulls down their hood to reveal…

Tenya(shocked by the familiar face): Midoriya?!

Mina+Denki(seeing her brother’s face with green hair): IZUKU?!?!?!

Bakugo(stunned): Deku?…

Hisashi(noticing that there’s something different about this Izuku): Something’s off about him…

Shigiraki(letting off a bigger burst of energy): GREAT!!! ANOTHER SUPERBOY FOR ME TO BURN TO A CRISP!!!

Izuku?(speaking up with a smirk): The only one who’ll end up burned is you!

Shigiraki(narrowing his eyes): Oh please, your hair’s green, which means you’re not a Kryptonian and therefore powerless to stop me!

Izuku?(pulling out a golden flip phone with a stylized “M” on it, flipping it open and pressing a button on its side to make the screen flip around and reveal a glowing red gem): I’m far from powerless…I’m more of a mage who fights for Love and Peace.

Dr Fate(getting up and sensing a powerful source of magic): There’s a mighty magic coming from him!

Supergirl(gazing upon her father’s doppelgänger in curiosity): What makes you different from MY Papa?

Izuku?(pressing 1-0-7 into the phone’s keypad): Holy saints! Grant me the power of magic!

Inko(thinking in confusion): He’s invoking the Holy Saint?

Izuku?(crossing his right hand with the phone in front of his left arm): Maho Henshin!

Izuku?(swinging his arms around before pointing the red gem up to the sky): Maagi, Magi, Magiiro!

Shigiraki(irritated as he rockets towards him): I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DO!!!

Maagi, Magi, Magiiro!

An unknown voice calls out the spell Izuku just uttered, causing a glyph to appear and a flaming figure to manifest and stop Shigiraki mid charge, as the spell takes affect.

Izuku(spinning before striking a pose as everyone looks at him in shock): The Burning Fire Element!

Izuku(as fire appears behind him): The Red Mage! Mystic MagiRed!

All Might(staring in amazement): Incredible…

Shigiraki(getting back with a scowl): BRING IT YOU RED PUNK!!!

MagiRed(pulling out the staff from his waist before flipping it around as the hilt turns into a double edged blade): MagiStick Sword!

MagiRed(charging at Shigiraki): Bring it!

We cut to Ochaco, who recovers from the blast of heat-vision by mimicking Izuku’s personal field trick.

Superwoman(gritting her teeth): I can’t give up now!

Superwoman(taking off towards the sun faster than Brightburn could keep up with): A CHILD’S HAPPINESS IS DEPENDING ON ME!!!

Mei manages to tackle Homelander out of the building with her suit’s boosters, causing him to realize that he’s starting to feel weak, as Aquaman intercepts him on top a vortex of water with his trident!

Thragg gazed down upon the rubble Clark was thrown into, a smug smile on his face, until the rubble starts shifting and Clark’s voice is heard…

Clark(from within the rubble): You think your SO special?…

Clark(as the larger pieces of rubble start moving and the dust in the area starts to gather into a hurricane): I seen so many others like you…

Clark(as Thragg catches a glimpses of Clark’s glowing red eyes through the dust): Monsters who like to tear people down in order to show off how strong they are…

Conquests races towards Clark and delivers a strong left hook, only for Clark to be unfazed by the hit.

SupermanTAS(crossing his arms as Conquest pulls back his right fist and prepares another punch): Me? I’m a different story…

SupermanTAS(as Conquest punches with his robotic right arm, shattering it against Clark’s head): I feel like I live in a world made of cardboard…

SupermanTAS(backhanding Conquest hard enough to dislocate his jaw and knock some teeth out): ALWAYS taking constant care to NEVER break something…

SupermanTAS(as he walks towards Thragg as Conquest smashes through several buildings before succumbing to unconsciousness): Break SOMEONE…

SupermanTAS(looking Thragg in the eyes): But you’re a different story, aren’t you…

SupermanTAS(catching Thragg’s fast left hook with his right hand): “Big man”?

Superman(punching through Walter’s telekinetic field like it was made of paper): This is what you wanted, isn’t it?!

Superman(walking towards Walter as the latter’s eyes widen in shock): What we have here is a rare opportunity…

SupermanTAS(approaching an enraged Thragg after having punched him through 10 buildings): For me to cut loose…

Superman+SupermanTAS(as they both face their respective opponents, their eyes glowing): And show you just how powerful I really am…

(Cue “Alive” by Brandon Yates)

Your last mistake's been made

Izuku delivers devastating punch that results in Walter bleeding from a cut on his forehead.

you're on a fast track to an early grave

Clark charges towards Thragg at high speeds.

and now you're never gonna get away

The Kryptonian delivers a punch strong enough to make the air vibrate from the impact, before Thragg is launched back like a bullet fired from a rail gun!

it's time to face consequences you can't escape

MagiRed meets Shigiraki and begins delivering slashes from his sword.

watch me come alive

Shigiraki is left stunned by the fact that he can actually FEEL the slashes, and he is knocked back.

and burn so bright you better shield your eyes

MagiRed(seeing Shigiraki’s shocked face): How do you like my flame magic?

i swear I'll watch you die

Aquaman backhands Homelander across the face, knocking him to the ground!

it should come as no surprise

Homelander gets back up and attempts to blast his heat-vision only for it to cut off mid charge.

when i end your life

Homelander(looking at his hands in shock with realization): What’s happening to me? I’m losing my powers!

watch me come alive

Steel(recalling her hammer as she lands besides them): THAT would be my antidote.

I'm done holding back

Steel(as Jay is shown running across the country, releasing canisters of the colorless and odorless gas as he goes): Flash is currently releasing it across the entire country.

this is my full on attack

Steel(smirking through her helmet at Homelander’s stunned face): By morning, the gas will spread across the globe, rendering that fancy chemical permanently useless on EVERYONE.

watch me come alive

Homelander(preparing to charge them): I’ll kill-

watch me come alive

Steel(pointing at the lenses on her helmet): By the way, I’ve been broadcasting this entire “fight”, wonder how the world would react to seeing a “hero” threaten a little girl?

before it all cuts to black

Homelander(mustering what little strength he still has): I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!!! YOU’RE BOTH DEAD!!!

choked out there's no hope now

Homelander proceeded to get his behind handed to him in a way that is not suited for general audiences…Much to The Boys’ shock and Billy Butcher’s twisted enjoyment…

I'm 2 steps ahead, and you're 6 feet down

Soooo yeeeeaaahhh, let’s go check on Clark!

you thought it'd go the other way but no

Clark(punching Thragg above the clouds with an uppercut): Not so fun getting a taste of your own medicine, is it?!

just keep on screaming out from under that epitaph you wrote

Atom Eve(eyes widening as the clouds part with every punch thrown from Superman, before turning to her husband): Okay, who is that?!

your last mistake's been made

Invincible(as they finish dealing with the remaining Viltrumites, turning to his wife with a grin): A friend…

fast track to an early grave

Ochaco gets as close to the Sun as she can, before repelling the ship in her grasp towards the star as fast as she can, shooting it like a rail gun.

never gonna get away,

Brightburn attempts to fly past her, but she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him away with all her might.

it's time to face consequences you can't escape

Superwoman(struggling to hold the struggling child): JUST!A!LITTLE!MORE!!!

watch me come alive

The ship final stops transmitting it’s message as it finally melts into burning slag, causing Brandon to cease his struggling as he regains control and starts crying.

and burn so bright you better shield your eyes

Superwoman(hugging the crying child close, comforting him much like she did her daughter when they rescued her): Don’t worry Brandon…

i swear I'll watch you die

Superwoman(remembering Eri’s own tears of happiness after being adopted and shown love): Everything’s going to be fine!

it should come as no surprise

Shigiraki orders his Nomus to start attacking MagiRed, but the helmeted warrior simply cuts through them as his blade catches fire.

when i end your life

MagiRed(putting away his sword as boxing gloves appear on his hands): MAGI PUNCH!!!

watch me come alive

MagiRed begins punching the Nomus away with flaming punches that generate shockwaves nearly as strong as All Might’s punches!

I'm done holding back

Shigiraki gets agitated, but before he could start charging at the red warrior, he is hit by Goku’s Power Pole, before being struck Mjolnir.

this is my full on attack

Goku(his hair and Ki aura glowing blue): Remember us?!

watch me come alive

Thor comes flying in delivers a downward swing, sending Shigiraki straight into the ground!

watch me come alive

Before Shigiraki could attempt to get back up, he is set upon by Eradicator and SMR-5.

before it all cuts to black

They move aside, allowing Shazam to throw a lightning bolt at the villain.

(you should've been listening

I'm never giving in

Izuku is shown easily thrashing Paragon and Brainwave.

every single moment that I've been living in

ecstacy leaving me euphoric next to the

Superman(approaching a downed Walter): What’s wrong?

corpse that remains of the choice that you made

when you made that mistake,

Superman(eyes glowing with his telekinetic power): Having problems with your powers?

and i made your bones break like it wasn't a thing

cause it wasn't so bring on the pain

Walter(hysterical): WHY WON’T MY POWERS WORK ON YOU?!?!?!

if you think that you can, cause I'm fucking insane

and I'll leave you decaying and slain

Walter(straining in an attempt to use his powers on Izuku to the point his nose starts bleeding): I’M THE STRONGEST TELEPATH TO EVER EXIST!!!

like the brother of Cain

yeah it's really a shame

Superman(smirking): My friend J’onn would beg to differ.

that you stepped in this ring

cause you'll never step to me again

Martian Manhunter suddenly phases out of the ground in front of Walter, catching him off guard before grabbing his head!

take a moment, breathe

Walter blinks and finds himself back on the island where he and his team originally got there powers.

unending and bending to nobody

J’onn(echoing around him): I’d try not to think about the moment you altered your nephew’s mind if I was you…

i am an ultimate hero

Walter(confused as the scenery shifts to when he did just that): WHAT?!?!?!

you're not even near I'll reduce you to zero

J’onn(as a lock appears before the mental construct of Brandon, symbolizing the changes that only Walter can undo): They always fall for that one.

in case I'm not clear enough)

Walter(struggling to keep his hand from raising with the mental key required to undo his alterations): HOW?!?!??

there's only one god here

J’onn(appearing above him, with his fingers elongated and moving Walter’s limbs like a puppet as he forces him to undo the lock): I’m leagues above you Mr. Sampson, I just needed to enter your mind to make you undo your changes.

come alive

Walter collapses to his knees as his army of heroes start shaking their heads and looking around in confusion.

and burn so bright that you go blind

Izuku then looks him in the eye, and in a flash of telekinetics, he isolates and cuts off the additional lobe on Walter’s brain responsible for his telepathy, performing a telekinetic lobotomy.

i swear I'll watch you die

MagiRed slashes at a Nomu, sending it flying back into the groups behind it. Just as Mirio and Momo appear him and knock two more Nomus away, with MagiRed gazing at the two in slight confusion before turning back to disoriented Nomus.

you seem surprised that I'm still alive

MagiRed(crossing his arms over his chest, with his staff in his hands, as flames engulf him, taking the shape of a phoenix): RED FIRE!!!

watch me come alive

MagiRed charges through the Nomus before sliding to stop behind them, he turns around, and lifts up his right hand and snaps his fingers, causing the Nomus to explode in a fiery explosion!

I'm done holding back

Shazam, Goku and Thor unleash their strongest energy attacks on Shigiraki, overpowering his energy quirks and causing him to overload.

this is the final attack

Clark is shown having pushed Thragg into space, where he then delivers a punch to the Regent’s stomach strong enough to force Thragg to gasp for air, making him choke in the vacuum of space.

watch me come alive

Thragg attempts to throw a desperate last punch, only for Clark to grab the fist and squeeze as the rays of the sun hit his face.

watch me come alive

Clark(smirking as his few wounds start healing rapidly): You’re not the only race with evolutionary adaptions.

and now it all cuts to black

Clark then rockets back down to Earth, recharged by the rays of the Sun, smashing Thragg into a 3 mile wide crater in the desert, finally rendering him unconscious.

(End song)

Paragon(looking around himself in confusion): What’s going on?

Superman(walking up to him): It’s a long story…

J’onn(walking up alongside Izuku with Walter restrained with a pair of meta dampeners, blocking his strength): What is the last thing you can recall?

Brandon(shaking his head to ward off dizziness): I talked with my dad, and he admitted that he would break the code if it meant protecting me and mom, then Uncle Walt wanted to talk with me, and then everything went blank…

Brandon(looking at them in confusion): WHO are you?

Izuku(offering a hand to shake): A friend.

A little while later;

Izuku walks back through the portal with J’onn and ends up in the Fortress of Solitude, along with Jay, Mei and Orin, and Tensei and Ochaco.

Izuku(turning to his girlfriend): Any problems?

Ochaco(grinning at him): Mission accomplished, he’s free to decide his own path.

Jay(looking around at the pros with a look of concern): What happened with the Shigiraki kid?

Alan(approaching his friend): That Zoom kid showed back up and took him away, only he was wearing a proper suit this time.

Haruto(touching down): His small army of Nomu would’ve nearly too much for us to handle along with his new power, thankfully…

Haruto(turning to face MagiRed as the PowerPuff Sisters ask various questions about his magic): We had some unexpected help.

MagiRed looks up and sees Izuku’s face and starts walking over to them.

MagiRed(standing in front of Izuku, amazement in his face): It really is like looking in a weird mirror…

Ochaco(eyes widening as she realizes that the voice is VERY familiar): Wait a minute!

MagiRed unclasps his helmet and removes to reveal Izuku’s freckled face with his natural green eyes and green hair.

Izuku(holding his helmet under his left arm and waving with his right hand): Hi there, I’m Izuku Midoriya, but you can call me MagiRed!

Ochaco(eyes widen in shock): No way…

Izuku(holding out his right hand for a handshake with a sincere smile on his face): Nice to meet you all!

Ochaco(voiceover as she and her boyfriend gaze at his doppelgänger in shock): Somehow, we’re still getting surprised!

To Be Concluded…

Next Time; Part 8 Superman; Man of Tomorrow (Finale)

Stay Tuned!

Author’s Note; Introducing the Early Bird Cameo for Izuku Midoriya as the new MagiRed for the Gingaman-Remnant AU continuity in his Early Bird Cameo!

He’ll eventually cross paths with the new Gingaman of his own universe, where you’ll also be introduced to his big family! So look forward to it!

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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 6 months

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85 (Struggle/Fighting Back) for anyone you deem fit!

(additional car bronach gundabad stuff! (sorry corunir you mostly got plinkod here to plinko est by extension))

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It had almost been an easy thing, shutting the door and leaving her there, with the stone and Olcrith’s body and a way out of the tower. If his chances of slipping back into the ranks of the Angmarim of Tûr Fúar unnoticed are slim, hers are worse, and one of them at least must escape. They came for information and information they found, but all of this serves no purpose at all if they are both taken captive.

“There! That’s the one!” Damn. The tower is large enough they had managed to avoid the guards who had escorted the last party from Barad Gúlaran- until now, at least.

He leads them on a great chase through the tower, down into the depths where cobwebs and crumbled stone give way to the bones of the older fortress on which Agal Dûn was built. He slips down human-sized stairs carved into far larger blocks of stone until the halls become winding tunnels that run down into the heart of the mountains. He is still pursued, and so he does not stop- not until he comes to a wide, high-roofed chamber with a shallow, ice-cold stream cutting through it. He hears the voices beyond it too late, and sees the Angmarim waiting there only when they round the great, pale green stone that rests in the center of the great chamber.

“Claghórd! Deal with him!” And- oh that was Ásachal, wasn’t it? What exactly has he wandered into here?

But he has little time to ponder it, with the Warlord before him and his pursuers behind. He draws a heavy dagger from beneath his stolen robes. It looks pitifully small beside the greataxe that swings for him.

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The old rooms repurposed as cells in the higher levels of the tower are cold and empty, and he takes what solace he can from the fact that he’s alone. The cold gets into him too quickly without the heavy Angmarim robes; his shoulders and wrists ache with it, even without the chains they haven’t yet bothered with.

They are still fighting over what to do with him. He might laugh to find them proved so thoroughly fractured, but he is cold and getting colder, and they have shown no great desire to care for their prisoner.

Some must want him interrogated, he’s sure. He thinks that the obvious choice, but the High Priestess had wanted him killed out of hand, and the gardeners had spoken of promising experiments, and at least three other influential sorcerers had sent messengers to stake their own claims. He is not consulted, naturally.

He has had time to consider the great stone in the depths, and he does not care for the conclusions he draws.

It had not been unlike the Stone of Erech, massive and smooth and heavy with a sort of presence that is not easily described. He had believed it only the presence of the Dead, in Gondor, but Esterín had described it similarly even after their departure, and had said it was not unlike the stone locked in the ice-canyons of Forochel.

Small wonder that Ásachal was so dismissive of Olcrith’s experiments with the purple gem.

He is glad Esterín escaped- hopes she did, that she has taken the stolen stone and all that they learned and sent word to their friends and allies- but the presence of an intact Vandassar he dearly wishes she could have learned of first.

Servants of the fractious factions of the Iron Crown come to see him. They ask him the same questions. He gives them all different answers, and wonders if it will do any good at all if they are sharing so little with each other already. One brings down a staff with some glinting purple jewel that glares at him like an angry eye. Another brings a different staff, one that calls up visions of the dead behind her and only sits outside his prison and watches him until he squirms beneath the eyes of friends long gone and a slow, suffocating pressure that closes around his chest.

What that one wants he never does learn, left insensate in the freezing room until some other group of Iron Crown acolytes with pale silver threadwork on their purplish robes prod him awake, hissing at him to be silent or suffer their displeasure.

“It’s clear,” one of their number hisses down the chilled halls. “Hurry.”

He stumbles as they go, cold and numb and still half-lost in a world swimming with the faces of the dead- Lorniel and Areneth and Palandur and more, so many more. By the time he is pulled around a corner and wrestled into a too-large robe like that of the Angmarim around him he has mostly come back to himself, for all it still feels half a dream.

“Are we sure about this?” one of them asks nervously.

“Quiet,” another hisses. “Ugarad said we have some use for him at Bagud-dum.”

Not a single encouraging word in there, Corunir thinks with just a touch of wildness. He lets them drag him through the halls to yet another hidden door that lets them out into the cold wind of Câr Bronach, the stars bright above them and the Drearspire above lit by the haunting blue dead-lights. They keep to the shadows of the tower as long as they can before breaking for a tall spur of rock where they stop, panting, and watch the tower nervously, though no pursuit comes. Corunir sighs deeply.

“Quiet, you.” And because he is still off enough that the dead-lights of the fortress catch and hold his eye too long and light-headedness catches him when he turns too fast and the cold’s teeth are still lodged deep in his bones, he does as he is told. Maybe when we are further away, he thinks, and lets the nervous Angmarim lead him through the Sorrowglen.

It must be near dawn when they stop their halting flight near the pass to the Welkin-lofts, looking about with tired, anxious eyes. For a moment he has no hint as to what they have seen, wearier even than they, if more accustomed to it.

There is static in the air, a building charge that tastes of something familiar and greatly welcome. She should be well away from here, he thinks, and at the same time I am glad she’s not. The Angmarim draw into a tight clump, spells of their own on their lips, and he takes his chance.

There’s less strength than he would like in the blows he throws at his nearest captors, but their exhaustion and surprise makes up for it. Two of them stagger and it’s just enough of a window for him to shoulder them aside and run. Lightning blasts the ground behind him, scorching the ground black and throwing splinters of stone in all directions. A familiar figure steps, sparking, from behind a stone and he can only laugh in desperate relief.

#ask games #my stories #est #corunir #you shake tur fuar and five different angmarim factions fall out #gundablock this tag #the est + corunir collection #anyway. got those taken care of :)#corunir is having a relatively chill time for being in angmarim jail tbh #(this would likely not have continued once they got him to ugarad and his drugoth party tho)

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Aitheris | A Ninjago Au

Chapter 2: Only One Can Remain

The boat moved closer to the island, heading straight towards what looked to be a palace or a fortress. Everyone looked on in awe, Karlof walked over to the front, bumping into Kai, Kai said something before getting in a battle stance. However they were soon cut off as at least 50 men started chanting. The boat turned to its side and they tied it down to the stone dock, letting down a plank so people could exit.

“Welcome to Chen’s Island,” Clouse announced as he walked down the plank onto the dock, “The Tournament of Elements welcomes its brave fighters.”

Clouse and Garmadon had a few words with each other as they got off before Clouse turned and led the way into the palace. Vayu stuck close to Skylar, they had been good friends for two years now. They were the last to make it off the ship, following behind the ninja, they noticed Kai turn his head to look back for a moment, then he doubled back before running to the front of his group and pushing them aside.

“Ladies first,” he chuckled nervously as they passed, “fire will melt her icy heart, just wait.”

“Do you want me to give him a little scare?” Vayu whispered to Skylar, “just to make him back off.”

Skylar has seen Vayu in her other form, Vayu never had explained how or why, but Skylar respected her boundaries and stopped asking about it a while ago.

“No, you don’t need to,” Skylar chuckled as the wall’s gates opened. In front of them was the entrance to the palace, rows of men continued chanting while playing the drums. They all walked forward into the palace, making their way to the palace arena and sitting in a circle.

They all waited a bit before someone who wore red armour and the skull of a snake hit the gong, everyone remained quiet and seated until they heard majestic music playing.

“All rise for Master Chen,” Clouse called out. Everyone stood up as a throne slowly descended, Master Chen stood up.

“Welcome to the Tournament of Elements, now everyone can all die,” Master Chen announced as the doors swiftly closed, “direct your attention to me!”

“Never before have so many elemental fighters been under one roof,” he said walking towards them, “I see Master of Fire, Earth, Shadow, Speed. Even a prophesied Green Saviour. And a former pupil has returned.”

He went on to explain the anacondrai symbol on the gong, the guard bashed the gong again, it split revealing brackets, from the looks of it Vayu was set to fight someone with green hair and darker skin. Master Chen then went on to show the jade blade, it represents life, take it, move on, allow your opponent to steal it, loser.

Then Master Chen said something that sent a shiver down Vayu’s spine, “Your powers will keep you in the tournament, use it or lose it!” What did he mean by that? She burst out from her thoughts to hear Master Chen still speaking, “now please, enjoy my island, it's a super fun happy place! Fun time on me!”

“You’ll now each be shown to your rooms,” Clouse said, clapping his hands as the door opened as Kabuki came out, one for each person except for Vayu and Garmadon, one grabbed Skylar and Vayu’s wrists and lead them upstairs to Skylar’s room.

“We unfortunately did not have enough space for you with the guest chambers,” she said bowing to Vayu, “you will be staying with Skylar, Master of Amber.”

The two walked in and the door closed behind them, the room was clearly meant for Skylar, mostly different shades of orange but with specks of cyan here and there, there was an extra bed off to the side which Vayu assumed was hers, but Skylar agreed if they stayed in the tournament long enough they could switch beds if needed. There was a painting of Chen off to the side of the wall, odd considering this wasn’t Chen’s room, neither Vayu or Skylar had seen him before this day.

Skylar opened the doors to the balcony and stepped out onto it, when suddenly Vayu noticed that she was talking to someone, coming closer she could hear Kai speaking. She would have listened for longer if the intercom didnt turn on.

“Fellow fighters,” Chen said over the intercom, “hidden around my island are enough Jade Blades for every participant except for one. The one who returns to the Palace Arena empty-handed, loses. The tournament begins… NOW!”

Suddenly Vayu could hear plenty of people bursting from their rooms, running about searching for their green life, looking back she could see Skylar leaping from the balcony.

Vayu had no time to spare, she had to find a Jade Blade before- There!

Carefully placed above the door was a Jade Blade, Vayu wondered if there were some in other rooms as well, she leaped up and snatched the blade from its high position, the green blade of life that will keep her alive for another day.

Vayu burst out the door, not bothered to close it, to her left she could see people fighting for a Jade Blade, she leaped off the railing to the centre of the room, rolling down onto the floor before making a mad dash to the Palace Arena.

She burst through another set of doors to see Chen sitting on his throne with Clouse next to him, next to his throne was a golden snake statue, in it were holes available to fit the Jade Blades into. There were two other people there, those whose powers she was unaware of, Clouse took her Jade Blade and placed it in the statue.

“Fourteen Jade Blades Remaining!” Master Chen said.

Slowly those numbers went down, twelve, eleven, eight, four, two, and one. Only one Jade Blade remained, everyone was here except for Kai and Karlof, it better have been them since they seem to have something against each other.

The door opened and someone walked in, a faint green glow could be seen, Karlof stepped out from the shadows, raising his Jade Blade high into the air, “Karlof wins!”

Suddenly his metal hand fell off, Kai who was behind him, picked up the Jade Blad, “looks like you got a screw loose,” he said before using his fire to carry himself over to the snake statue, placing the Jade Blade into it.

“We have a Loser!” Master Chen announced.

“That's not fair!” Karlof protested, “he cheated!”

“I did what I had to do,” Kai said.

“Fine,” Karlof said, “I lose. Karlof never wanted to be on stinking island anyways!”

“Oh I'm sorry to hear you did not enjoy your stay,” Master Chen smiled, “I guess this turned out for the best. This is goodbye!”

And with that he pressed a button on his throne and the floor beneath Karlof dropped, he screamed as he fell before it was cut off by the trapdoor closing.

“As you see,” Chen continued, as the guard with the snake skull broke Karlof’s bracket in half, “lose and you are out, break any rule, you are out! Never bite the hand that feeds you, Master Chen delicious noodles. Now rest up! Tomorrow the tournament will recommence.”

Vayu and Skylar brought their food to their room as Vayu had stated that she was currently uncomfortable around the other masters and Chen, she was glad that Skylar understood.

“You know you didn't have to come with me,” Vayu stated as she continued to eat her noodles, “you could have stayed behind with the others, possibly gained some advantage against them.”

“Yeah but I didn’t want you to be alone,” Skylar said, “just for now at least, but may I ask, it’s reasonable to be weary of the other elemental masters but why of Chen?”

“I feel as if im the only one whose caught on to the weird things he says,” Vayu whispered, setting down her empty plate, “earlier he said ‘use it or lose it,’ what did he mean by that, and the trapdoors, instead of letting him sail off the island they just drop him. I don’t like the vibes of them, something is up.”

“I doubt it,” Skylar said, standing up and getting into a battle stance, “try to show me what you’ve got, not too hard though, we don’t want to attract any attention.”

The two sparred for a little bit, back and forth using their elemental powers, little did they know they were being watched.

“So,” Vayu started to ask, “did you grab his power yet?”

“Yeah,” Skylar held her hand out as a puff of flame emerged from it, she clenched her fist, killing it.

“She’s fire.”

Vayu didn’t know exactly who said it but she definitely knew someone was watching them, she tapped her foot twice, Skylar did the same.

Good thing she understood, the two trained for a minute longer until Vayu could no longer hear the footsteps, deciding that they did enough training and went to bed, waiting for the tournament to recommence.

(This was written back in 2022, it’s very old by now, it gets better as the chapters progress I promise)

#ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago clouse #ninjago garmadon #ninjago skylor #skyler’s name is never consistant in the show #ninjago karlof #ninjago kai #lloyd garmadon #fanfiction #this was written back in 2022 #ninjago au

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Hope of Spring - Chapter 10

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Tamlin shifted Penny around and set her on the ground beside him. She tried and failed to fix her hair and calm the blush that was buzzing around her face and ears.

“Hello!” She ventured, having to stop to clear her throat. “Uh, welcome back! We weren’t expecting you for a few days.”

Hiding what appeared to be surprise and unbridled amusement, Rhysand sketched a shallow bow. “Apologies, lady. We did not mean to interrupt. But we had reason to believe time was of the essence, and we had to shift our timetable a bit.”

The four drew closer, and Tamlin moved forward to greet them in front of the entryway. Doing his best to appear unruffled by Rhysand’s presence, he extended a hand to the open foyer. “Let’s convene in my study. There are plenty of seats where we can talk.” Everyone followed Tamlin and Penny deeper into the house and then the study. Lucien surveyed the area that she knew he must have been intimately familiar with with a pang of sorrow plainly on his face. As he brushed past her, she noted his smell was a bit different this time. The same sun-warmed apple and cinnamon, but maybe a hint of pear and honey, too? Whatever immortal smelling sense she’d adopted in this world was strange. She needed to stop huffing everybody who passed her.

The group found their way to the chairs within the study, and Rhys wasted no time in sharing his reasons for being there.

“Penny, I would like to be able to see into your mind. As I stated, I think it’ll be a much easier way for you to show me what you know. We can always go from there to form additional questions, but I think this will save everyone the most time.” She could practically hear Tamlin gritting his teeth, but he was doing a remarkably good job keeping it together for her.

“Alright. Will it hurt?” She asked. Rhys laughed softly, but she could all but feel Tamlin vibrating with rage.

“No, it will be very gentle if you don’t resist when I go into your head.” The lowest growl possible came from Tamlin, barely a whisper, but Azriel and Cassian angled their bodies slightly towards him.

“Okay. It’s fine. I think you’re right. Do I…do I just sit here?”

“Yes, you’ll feel a gentle scraping against the outer edges of your mind. That’s me there.” She closed her eyes, nodding, and reached blindly out for Tamlin’s hand. He took it immediately, though she didn’t open her eyes to see the looks that she knew the males in the room were exchanging. Let them see that Tamlin wasn’t the monster they believed. She only knew she needed him connected to her for this.

Rhys was right, and she felt the gentlest of touches on what she imagined was the inside of her mind. She waited for them to move inside in some way, but they seemed to hesitate. It almost felt like they were poking and prodding a bit. She giggled.

“That tickles a bit.”

“Penny, I need you to raise your walls.”

“Raise my what? What do you mean?”

“Your mental walls. They’re up and…I can’t get through them. That’s not typically the case. Can you lift them so I can get in?”

“I would if I had any idea what you meant, I swear. I have no idea what a mental wall even looks like.” She opened one of her eyes to varied looks of interest to curiosity to concern. “Can you tell me how?”

He arched brow at her. “You mean you aren’t doing this intentionally? I just assumed Tamlin had shown you how.” She turned to Tamlin and found his own puzzled stare meeting hers.

“No, I’ve never had anyone look in my head. They don’t do that where I’m from.”

“Very interesting indeed….Alright. Picture your mind like a fortress. Imagine the walls that guard it hold and protect all your thoughts and dreams and memories inside. I want you to visualize what that looks like to you.” Penny immediately pictured the manor. Not like I have much experience visualizing fortresses. Rhys laughed.

“Could you hear that?”

“Yes, you projected that thought rather loudly.” She focused on the manor, with vines of all varieties creeping up the walls. Flowers covered entire portions of the house, and she imagined them weaving together to protect all the windows and doors in a beautiful but solid display of protectiveness.

“Hmm, Springy. Nice touch.” Rhys quipped. She laughed. “Can you feel my presence there?” She looked in her mind again, where, in front of her mind-manor, there was a presence of inky starlight touching the vine-woven door gently.

“Yes. You’re at the front door.”

“Alright, can you unweave those vines and allow me to come in?” She did as he said, imagining the winding vines covering the door peeling back little by little until they unveiled the large swinging french doors to the manor. She felt the presence slip inside her mind and gasped lightly.

Suddenly, it was as though the manor had disappeared and she was seeing all of her memories sifted through like a slideshow. Her mother laughing, her father staring at her mother with love in his eyes and ruffling Penny’s hair. Her mother’s funeral, then her father in a hospital bed as she held his hand and rested her head on the makeshift cot beside him. Desperately looking out the lone window down the one hallway of her job. Coming home to sit alone, eat alone, sleep alone, and wish for more. She could feel the tears prickling the backs of her eyes as she gripped Tamlin’s hand more firmly. He didn’t hesitate to put another hand on hers and she felt him begin to draw gentle circles on her wrist.

The pictures shifted to the books she read, flying at light speed before her eyes. She saw both words and pictures as she flew through her memories of each of the three series, finishing on all the books that pertained to them. She could feel him smirking in her head at the descriptions of him from Feyre’s perspective.

“Don’t get cocky, or your ego won’t fit in the manor any longer,” she murmured and heard Cassian chuckle on the couch to her left.

He continued to look through the information she’d garnered about the series, as well as theories she’d discussed in online groups late into the night. If he was confused by any of the technology, he didn’t stop to elaborate, perhaps saving the questions for later. Penny herself was finding it odd that her memories didn’t seem as clear to her as they once had. It was like seeing the world as she once had, but fuzzier, blurry around the edges. She wondered if her time here might be doing something to her memories of her previous life the longer she stayed, or if this was a consequence of the magic. The memories, weirdly, almost didn’t feel like her own anymore when she saw them through Rhys’ eyes.

He continued to speed through until he landed on her arrival in the Spring Court, her first night and the subsequent day with Tamlin. Felt his amusement as she watched her tell him off for his attitude. Watched as a passenger as he flipped through their budding friendship, and saw it bloom into something more on her end. Felt her terror at seeing him in danger when the naga attacked, and her protectiveness as she battled them off, seeing nothing but rage and the safety of the one she cared for.

Then, as quickly as it started, his presence departed from her head. It hadn’t been painful, but her head was reeling. She leaned back in the chair as Rhys shook his head across from her.

“That was…a lot.” He murmured, leaning back.

“I’ll say.” Her head was swimming, but he’d been right. Looking back on that it would have taken years to tell him everything, and there’s no way she would have remembered to tell him everything. She wondered how much he could possibly retain from such a brief flip-through. She looked up to him, but he was looking at Tamlin like he was seeing him for the first time. She blushed mildly, recalling he had seen a few of their more private moments just now. She decided to change the topic.

“So, how does this work? You managed to understand all that?”

“Somewhat. It’ll take a bit for me to understand and put together all I saw. I will need a bit and then I can formulate some more in-depth questions once I have everything understood.” He paused, as if in thought. “I do think, however, that we should be thinking more about the short term implications of having you here in our world. This information might help us in the long run, but I think your presence here now is of much more vital precedence.” She furrowed her brow.

“What do you mean? Like my magic?”

“I think that you have no idea how powerful you could be. I don’t think I've ever come across anyone who can do what you’ve shown you can. And it’s rare I’ve met anyone who can shield that fully without having ever been taught, let alone without knowing they’re doing it at all. Have you considered training your powers? Seeing how far they might stretch?” Her eyes shot to Tamlin.

“Yes! That’s actually what we were doing just before you showed up.” Cassian snorted and ribbed Azriel, who rolled his eyes. She cut them a look. “He’s been training me in combat since shortly after I arrived, but he was helping me with my magic this morning.” Lucien was the one who looked the most startled by this information, likely since he was around when Feyre was trying to learn more about her power. The look wasn’t missed by Tamlin, who appeared to shrink back a bit, knowing what everyone was surely thinking. Rhys broke the silence.

“Penny, I would like to offer my court to help Tamlin train you. I think that, between the different powers and specializations, we could help you learn more about your own magic, as well as prepare you for anything that may come, should that be of interest to you.”

She nodded readily. Her first instinct was to look to Tamlin. “You can still train me, though, right?” She looked around to the others in the room. “I’m obviously the most comfortable with him, no offense, but I would like him to keep being the one training me primarily, at least in hand-to-hand.” She noticed him straighten up a few inches in her periphery at this. She turned and smiled reassuringly at him.

“Of course. I figured I could send a person or two at a time. Aside from Tamlin, Cassian can also help with any combat or strength-related training. Feyre and I–” Tamlin flinched.”--can help with any mind-shielding. Azriel can continue to allow her to use his power and see how far she can push it, if she can manipulate it the way he can. Same for Lucien and his fire.” A thought occurred to her suddenly.

“Oh, the fire! That’s why I almost burned the gazebo down after you were here! I touched your arm to lead you out!” Lucien began cackling as the others shared entertained looks. “I thought that just might be a cool new thing I was doing. I had no idea I was borrowing it from someone!”

Rhys turned back to Tamlin and Penny in turn. “I know that this is not ideal for you, Tamlin, but this is for her protection.”

“Is it?” He snapped back, a bit too quickly. “Are you going to turn her into a weapon for your own use?” Penny put her hand onto his forearm in a caress she hopes sent a reassuring message.

“I won’t do anything I’m not comfortable with. And you’ll be there with me, right?” She asked, eyes pleading. She hoped she could convey that this was not in any way an attempt to undermine him or put distance between them. In fact, the thought of being without him felt like a knife to her heart in its wrongness.

He softened immediately. “Of course, I will be. Every step of the way,” he breathed, his demeanor calm again, eyes only focused on her.

“Alright then, it’s settled. I will begin training, and you can establish any questions you have for me to answer. It would be helpful to know at each training session who will be coming for the next one, and I would suggest we phase them a few days apart so that we still have time to take care of the day-to-day things here,” She didn’t miss Tamlin’s beaming smile as she referred to Spring in a way that implied it was her home to take care of, too. “If that’s all okay with everyone, I would say we have a deal.”

Rhysand rose and took her hand. “Maybe we can make it a bargain.” He smiled at her wolfishly.

“You really are a huge ass,” she laughed, but jerked her hand back nonetheless and heard a growl growing in Tamlin’s throat.

They walked the rest of them out, back to the pathway leading to the gardens.

“Cassian will be back tomorrow, just to monitor what you’ve already learned with Tamlin, if that’s alright. We want to see where your fighting levels are and what you can achieve in terms of shifting. He’ll report back, and we can go from there.” At that moment, a sentry came up to get Tamlin’s approval on something, so Penny turned back to the group on his behalf.

“Sounds good to me. Wonderful to see you all. Cassian, good to meet you.” She gave a mock salute, then lowering her voice a bit, she spoke”: “You better play nice with him, Rhysand. I mean it.” His grin returned–his teeth sharp and the smile that of a predator.

“I underestimated you, Penny Briggs. Though I get the feeling that’s not an uncommon occurrence for you.” She smirked and raised a brow. The rest of the group winnowed as Rhys sketched a final bow to her. “I am very glad that you’re here, Penny.” And then he blinked away into crisp starlight.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin #tamlin oc #tamlin x oc #feysand #nessian #gwynriel #elucien #tamdemption #tamlins hea #hope of spring

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