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boozenboze · 1 year

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141 and male reader who is angry and when he’s angry, he goes in the gym area they have and just punches the punching bad with bare fists for hours on end and basically breaks the punching bags but keeps putting new ones up. his fists are bloody and bruised and everyone is looking for him and they can’t find him so they search everywhere and find him with blood running down his hands from the countless hours of punching and they have to practically drag him out of the gym and they make him lay down which he wont go down without a fight but YA

SORRY ITS LONG💗😭

Calm Down!

Summary: After a certain soldiers constant slip ups and slacking off Lieutenant Rage gets angry.

Females She/Her and She/ They DNI

Today hadn't gone so well, in fact it went terribly. For starters two of the new recruits lost the files that the team had been sent to retrieve. Secondly, one of the same men had flunked out during training, only to later be seen running about with some of the other soldiers. And the cup of tea to pull everything together he did something he shouldn't have. That thing being talking about one of the higher ups, Lieutenant Rage, also known as M/n. The h/c haired male had his eyes on the recruit since the beginning, knowing that he'd be trouble from the start. The childish acts, the constant slacking off, and always holding everybody back by getting injured. It was clear as day that the man shouldn't be in the military for those exact reasons. The mans carelessness for himself and others would get them all killed.

"Captain do you not understand what i'm saying?" The h/c haired male asked as Price hummed, showing that he was paying attention to the males words as he filled out some papers.

"Rage look, I understand your concern but I haven't seen anything wrong with the seargent." Price explained as M/n glared into his skull.

"Besides maybe your overreacting-"

"I AM NOT OVERREACTING!" The male finally snapped as that cold glint in his eyes that would normally only be seen on the field was now visible. Price flinched at the males change of tone, it was hot yet scary.

"That bastard could get us all killed at some point and your sitting on yer ass like that's ok. THAT IS NOT OKAY!" The male yelled as Price shook slightly from the males booming voice. He was the males Captain, he shouldn't be getting yelled at like this. With one final huff of anger the male stormed out as Price sat in his chair stunned.

The h/c haired male stormed down the hallway, knocking a solider down in the process.

"Hey! Whats your problem....." The soldiers voice dragged as he realized it was his Lieutenant. "I-i'm sorry sir!" The soldier squeaked as he ran down the hallway. M/n was already breathing heavily out of anger, and that anger seemed to double after that small accident. He had to let off some steam at this point. If he was pushed any further he'd end up killing someone. The man was speeding over to the training area that he knew would be empty considering that it was around the time the soldiers would go to their barracks. The h/c haired male couldn't do that, his adrenaline was high and that would only keep him awake longer. He just hoped that he could blow off some steam before going to bed.

Timskip (Gaz pov)

I just came from Prices office and he seemed to be deep in thought. I asked if everything was oky but he said no. He told me about the conversation he had with M/n and from how he explained it, it seemed like he was pissed off. M/n was always the most aggressive out of us all, hell he'd probably yank a mans head off if he could.

We were all walking around the base looking for our beligerant soldier known as M/n. The man could do the unthinkable when he's angry so we hope he isn't doing anything crazy.

"We've checked everywhere for the man it's clear he isn't here!" Soap complained, getting tired of feeling like he had been walking circles. I looked at the man before turning my attention to Ghost. Seemed like he didn't wanna be here either, but he had no choice. We passed the training area and heard a loud slam which caught our attention. Price gave us a look before opening the door. I was surprised to see M/n standing over a punching bag, i'm guessing he broke it considering that the chain that the bag was connected to wasn't there anymore. The man was out of breath as he picked up the punching bag and throwing it to the side.

Ghost had walked over and put his arms under the shorter males arms. The man immediately threw a fit, he was kicking and yelling incoherantly and the men were only able to hear snippets of his words.

"Get the fuck off me-BITCH!" The male yelled as he whipped his head back hitting Ghosts mask. Ghost grunted from the sudden pressure being put on his face as he crouch down to the floor with the male still in his hold. The taller man had the h/c haired male pinned to the ground as the position they were in restricted his movements.

3rd pov

"M/n calm down, we can stay like this for as long as we have to, to make your relax." Price said as M/n huffed angrily. Slowly but surely the mans breathing steadied, despite that he still wasn't calm. Gaz had held the mans hand and furrowed his brows at the sight of the males bleeding knuckles. Ghost had already noticed the mans hands, so he picked him up and walked to the infirmary.

Timeskip

Ghost was seated on the couch next to Ghost, who was currently sipping on some tea as the h/c haired male groaned in annoyance. The slurping sounds aggravated him but he couldn’t since Ghost had him wrapped up in a blanket. He looked like a burrito, a angry one at that. The lieutenant looked at him for a moment before offering the male a biscuit, to which he took. He may be angry, but when snacks are offered there can’t be much of an argument. The male muttered a “thank you” while chewing the savory treat. In that moment Soap and the others came into the room in their pajamas. The Scot almost laughed when he saw the position the private had been put in.

“Well ain’t this nice to see.” Soap said while ruffling the males hair to which the male attempted to bite his hand. Soap laughed and poked the males side before sitting down.

“L/n...look, I thought about what you had said and your right.” Price said as M/n looked him dead in the eye.

“We’ll be terminating him tomorrow, he won’t be bothering anyone else.” Price explains as M/n visibly relaxed. Seems like the removal of that one recruit made a big difference in the males mood which made them all happy.

“Alright...Lets watch a movie since we’re still up!” Gaz said happily while the other men hummed in agreement as M/n squirmed under the blanket.

“If one of you dont get me out this hot ass blanket we’re having problems.” M/n said as Soap hurriedly tool the blanket from around the male. The sound of the movie could be heard as all the men sat back and relaxed. M/n had his head on Ghosts shoulder while Soap had his head on M/n’s. Seems like they would be having a peaceful night.

#male reader #cod x male reader #gay #mw2 x male reader #male y/n #captain price x male reader #gaz x male reader #lgbtq #soap x male reader #ghost x male reader

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dinogoofymutated · 19 days

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Okay so like,,,,I usually never make requests (I’m a lurker fr fr) but your writing Is god tier, so I gotta ask:

Could you do a fic for Hank/Beast? He’s my personal fave but I never see any content for him ever, like the fic scene for this man is a ghost town. he’s underrated as hell. My man is ripped, highly intelligent and respectful of the arts! Yet he doesn’t get any attention.

I would love to see some general headcanons (SFW & NSFW) if you’re up to it. no problem if you don’t write for him or something, I just thought i would ask.

Thanks!

SFW!Beast/GN!Reader

To be honest, I actually wasn't really sure about writing for Hank at first because I've never really had a connection to the character, but he grew on me!! Plus, I'm here to serve lolol we've been starved of fics as a Fandom for basically forever and it would be a disservice not to fill the Hank void out there! Hope it's okay that I only wrote Sfw headcannons, I have a separate req for NSFW for him so I decided to split it into two to save my sanity lol. Finals are gonna be hell for me.

-ps- Should I be writing right now? no. Am I doing it anyway? Yurp. Also, I'm basing his history off of the fandom wiki, so I'm sorry if anything is off.

Tws: none that I can think of atm. As always, reader written while picturing fem but no pronouns mentioned.

Hank, despite what some would think, was most definitely a heartthrob, particularly in his college days!! I mean, a man who's confident, smart, respectful, and also an athlete? Who wouldn't swoon? He was 110% the guy that everyone wanted to take home to their parents.

And He's such a sweet, attentive lover too!! Acts of service almost definitely is a love language for him. He cooks for you, fixes the broken things that you didn't even realize were broken, even organizes your notes before a difficult exam.

He loves to surprise you with flowers, even if it isn't any special occasion, and if you ask, he'll help you preserve them as well!

He loves to kiss your forehead, temples, and hands. On top of that, he's very touchy. The two of you were most definitely seen as the parents of any friend group.

Things changed a little after he took the serum that mutated him further. His confidence had taken a blow, and he just didn't quite know how to approach you anymore.

It took a hot minute to reassure him that you didn't really care if he was blue, or furry, or beastly, he was still Hank Mccoy, wasn't he? He was the man you were in love with, and you certainly weren't going to stop now. Besides, you still thought he was handsome. With the kinds of books he's seen you read, you're a bit surprised that he didn't think you would find him attractive.

Things gradually got back to normal, but for a while, he didn't kiss you as often as he used to. Well, he didn't kiss you period. Even though he knew the incredible extent to which you loved him, the shape of his mouth had changed. Hell, he had fangs that he would rather die than mark you with.

You practically had to tie him down into a contract to get him to kiss you again. He was always one to experiment, why not treat this the same? If you kiss, and it goes well, you do it again. If it goes well a second time and a third, you have a pretty reliable test. Validity shouldn't matter when he knew that you loved him to bits already.

He felt like he was falling in love with you all over again, and yet he still hesitated. It wasn't until you had grabbed him by the collar to drag him into a kiss that he actually relaxed, and what do you know, it was a pretty reliable test after all. A predictive one too, with how often you continued to kiss him afterwards.

Domestic was the best way to describe your relationship with Hank.

You yawned as you made your way down to the lab, still in your pajamas and slippers. Just a few hours previously, after a shower and self-care routine, you had settled into bed with an eyebrow-raising book as you waited for your husband to come to bed. This was a normal routine for the two of you, you immersing yourself into a book to stay awake until Hank entered, kissed your temple sweetly, and began his own nightly routine. It was a set of events you were used to.

Today, however, you felt like you had done a lot more reading than usual. When you finally pulled yourself out of your book and checked the time, the clock by your bed read 11 pm. A rather late time for Hank to be out, but you already knew where he would be. The lower levels of the mansion were extra cold at night, and you find yourself rubbing some warmth into your arms as you approach the lab.

The doors open with a swish, the light of the lab having all been darkened exempt for the lamp on Hank’s desk. He’s so immersed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t even realize when you come in. You walk up behind his chair, running your hands through his hair softly when you reach him.

Hank isn’t surprised, sighing at the pleasant sensation as he tips his head back to encourage you. You giggle a little, leaning down to press a kiss to his head as you begin to massage his scalp.

“It’s late.” You say gently. Hank hums in response, eyes closed as he appreciates your touch.

“I’m sorry, my love. Seems I was a little entranced.” He says. You huff at him playfully.

“You say entranced, I say you’re overworking yourself. You’ve been working on this project all week. Don’t let it cut into your rest time.” Your scolding always sounded too nice, but he knows you mean it. Hank sighs again, this time sounding a little more tired, but he doesn't argue. He rolls around to face you, pulling you into a tired hug from his chair.

“Perhaps it is time I go to bed. What time is it, my dear?”

“Eleven.” Hank lets out a quiet chuckle at your quick reply, finally standing up. He doesn’t let go of you however, choosing to rest his head on your shoulder as he sways the two of you back and forth.

“You’re most certainly right, it is late. Much too late for a man to leave his lovely spouse waiting. Oh, whatever shall I do to make it up to you?.” His words come out as a purr, and you let out a curt laugh at him. You pull away a little, taking his large hands in your own as you lead him to the door. He smiles widely when you stop for a moment, remembering his glasses and placing them on his face before starting to drag him to bed.

“I’ll let you decide that, Love. As long as you make it to bed, that’s apology enough for me.”

#x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #x men headcannons #beast #x men beast #hank mccoy x reader #hank mccoy #x men hank mccoy #x men beast headcannons #hank mccoy headcannons #x men beast x reader

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kimkhimhant · 1 year

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honestly I think that the things Kim did were entirely within reason and understandable for his situation, even though he didn't handle it all in the best ways, and his actions hurt people and had consequences. like. I do think his morals are skewed (understandably) and he made mistakes.

but I genuinely do not understand all the takes i see about him being morally reprehensible and deserving to suffer and grovel at the end of the day

he was raised in a mafia family to be a fighter, and he has watched his brothers suffer horrifically (khun with the kidnappings, kinn with tawan). We don’t even know anything about what he’s gone through personally! Who knows what other traumas he might have. So i think him investigating Porsche and Chay is a very reasonable response to the highly suspicious situation of Korn insisting on hiring Porsche despite his lack of experience etc etc, and to the additional suspicious situation of Chay showing up at the open house and having encyclopedic knowledge of his music.

Although his feelings for Chay before the falling out aren't extremely overt, they're very very much there and you can see them clearly in his expressions whenever he's with Chay or thinking about chay. yeah the "im hungry" was kinda shitty, but based on what canon implies, they weren't dating for long at all (there are polaroids and movie tickets that imply a few dates at most) and even if it weren't for the whole lying thing, for a kid who grew up the way he did, it probably would have been too early for him to say I love you anyway!

And then the breakup – he just witnessed Chay get kidnapped, witnessed tawan back from the dead and causing his brother even more pain and suffering, the bodyguard he was closest with died, and he could no longer just be wik & Kim to chay. The combination of all this, the reality of the suffering in this life, pushing Chay away (even if probably unnecessarily harshly) is a totally understandable response to the situation! And we've already seen that Kim is a person who tends to isolate himself.

When he realized that Chay wasn't able to leave this life (Namphueng being alive and part of the family, Porsche becoming minor family head), and when he realized that Chay was struggling & putting himself in dangerous situations, he tried to help, he tried to fit himself back into chay’s life to protect him and care for him. again, he didn't handle it perfectly. He kinda fucked that up. but. he's still a kid, and he's a kid who's had a very fucked up life and was definitely not able to learn healthy coping mechanisms and social skills (outside of the practiced charisma that is wik).

So yeah, he fucks up, and he gets angry when his (kinda wack) attempt

to reach out at the club goes south and Chay won't give him the time of day.

But.

I think a lot of people overlook the facts that he is, 1. a kid (21/22! still in college!), 2. a kid with a lot of fucking trauma, 3. very isolated and lacking social connection and skills, and 4. Probably really fucking scared.

Like it's okay that he's not perfect and he fucks up! but almost all of his actions stem directly from fear, paranoia, and love (for his brothers, and later, for chay) and I think that is often looked past.

#kim theerapanyakul #kimchay #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #kim khimhant theerapanyakul #reposted from my twitter #kimchay meta

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softpine · 5 months

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ALL THE DIFFERENT GRIFFINS. IM SO. I NEED INFO. SPECIFICALLY ON GRIFFIN WITH A DAUGHTER??? DO U HAVE ANY ACTUAL THOUGHTS ABT THESE DIFFERENT AUS BC IM SO,,,,,

yesssss i would be happy to share each of the griffins lives!! i'll just run through them in order:

[major trigger warning for child abuse, attempted murder, etc. all the typical finn things]

1- inmate: he... did something... that i can't tell you yet... as a kid that got him sent to juvy for a few years. by the time he was released at 18, he had practically no life skills, no formal education, and the only people left in his life were other juvy kids. he tried to make the best of a shitty situation by changing his name, moving states, and starting over, but it wasn't long before he resorted to petty theft to make it by. his crimes escalated until he was eventually caught for armed robbery and sentenced to 25 to life. it was almost a relief to know that he wouldn't have to worry about making decisions anymore. he doesn't feel like he's ever been in charge of his own life, so being in prison is just more of the same.

2- drifter: he's still a teenager here. he successfully ran away from home as a kid, never got attacked, but instead of going to live with his aunt in new york, he's been living mostly on the road and in shelters ever since. he sticks to smaller towns, keeps a low profile, and makes a living doing odd jobs. he's safe, but lonely. asa knowing his name was a huge shock to him, because no one ever cares to ask his name.

3- kid: he hasn't hit the turning point in his life where every tiny decision can have life-altering consequences, so this is just a representation of almost every version of griffin at age 12. in this particular moment, he'd just gotten into a fight at school which he will be suspended for. i just think it's funny how he calls asa an old man lmao

4- survivor: he was obviously attacked. when he was found many days later, he was barely clinging to life. he suffered the most severe brain damage of all the versions of griffin we've seen, lost his eye, and has never quite recovered from the emotional and physical trauma. he has frequent seizures that leave him unable to work. it's rare that he even goes outside alone, so asa approaching him on the one day when he did choose to go for a walk by himself was not great timing. where this griffin differs is that he was adopted by his aunt after the attack, because his parents were actually charged with child abuse and neglect for their actions on the night of his attack (many people believe they were directly responsible, but it was never proven. they pled guilty to lesser charges to avoid an attempted murder trial). so griffin is actually in new york in that picture.

5- dad: he was attacked and left for dead, but in this universe, he was rescued within a few hours. his attacker had stabbed him in the arm with a broken beer bottle (this happened to all the versions of griffin who were attacked. it's why he wasn't able to fight back as hard). while he was being treated in the hospital, the wound got infected and his arm had to be amputated. the long healing process meant he had to rely on his parents for a ton of assistance and support. they were even more desperate to prove that they can be good parents and that they would never hurt their son, so the 3 of them all became pretty codependent. he lived at home with them until he was in his 30s, but then his dad died of a sudden heart attack (brought on by alcoholism, because he never quit drinking) and griffin realized it was time to move on. he married the daughter of one of his mom's friends, the first person he's ever dated, but their marriage dissolved a few years later for... a lot of reasons. they got a divorce before the baby was even born, but griffin tries to be the best father he possibly can be. he absolutely spoils her (you can see that based on the excessive playground equipment he bought for his yard lol) and she's his entire reason for living now, even though he only gets to see her every other week. he hopes she can stay for longer when she's older.

6- mechanic: griffin (and our finn, for that matter) was a huge nascar fan and his dream was to be a professional driver. that didn't exactly pan out for him, but he does enjoy being a mechanic. he's about 40 in that picture. he was never attacked, never ran away from home, and instead he endured the increasingly horrific abuse until he turned 18, moved out, and never talked to anyone in his family ever again. he prefers to be mostly solitary; never married, no kids, not even any friends, but he gets along with his coworkers well enough. he has an extremely hard time trusting that anyone has good intentions. in his free time, he restores & sells old furniture. his dream is to retire and move to the countryside.

7- sex worker: honestly, probably the most mentally stable griffin on this list... like don't get me wrong, he's still traumatized from the same childhood that every version of griffin shares, and i'm not saying his job is easy by any means, but he has a ton of friends who actually understand him and who he doesn't have to pretend with, he lives with his cousin liz who he's really close to, he keeps in contact with his parents but hardly ever sees them in person (which is exactly how he likes it), and he has a real sense of community. he was never attacked. he didn't run away from home when he was 12 like he planned, but instead waited until he was 14 and his parents allowed him to go live with his aunt with everyone's agreement. when liz, who is older than him, moved out to go to college, griffin followed her and they've been living together for years now. she's the only family member who knows what he does for work, so she makes sure to look out for him. oh also he's the only version of griffin we've seen that has a boyfriend?? he was supposed to say something about him in response to asa saying "i have a partner", but i cut it because i don't actually think griffin would offer that info up to a stranger, no matter how strangely trustworthy asa appears to be.

#if you only knew how many hundredsssss of versions of griffin that i could invent at the drop of a hat lmao #i don't even have to think about them they just float into my brain with no warning #bitchyybabyy400 #asks #nonsims #brandi answers

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thevagabondexpress · 11 months

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let's take a closer look at christopher, matthew, and their shared love of downworld, shall we?

On the surface, when you read them, Matthew Fairchild and Christopher Lightwood are wildly disparate characters. They have almost nothing in common. But then we get to the Shadow Market in Chain of Iron, and suddenly—suddenly Christopher Lightwood is a whole different man from the owlish, absentminded, socially inept little being we see around his friends and among the Enclave in general.

He's street-smart, avoiding the dangers of the Shadow Market with the practiced ease of many, many visits, he haggles like an expert (to quote Cordelia), and what's more, he's openly Nephilim in a place that seems to generally despise Shadowhunters and yet he and the vendors are familiar, even friendly with each other, Christopher chats as comfortably as he haggles, and in general he seems far more comfortable there than he does among the Nephilim of the Enclave, even those he considers his closest friends.

Up until then, Matthew and Anna were the characters we associated with Downworld. They frequent the Hell Ruelle, and are welcome and beloved there, and it's made clear that Matthew adores the Downworlders and their way of life, watching with starstruck eyes and longing to join in.

Matthew is the Downworlder lover extraordinaire—or is he? Hypatia states quite plainly in Chain of Gold that Matthew is welcomed into the Ruelle because he's pretty and amusing: he's there as a lovely plaything, a pawn of the other guests, a runed curiosity who can't seem to keep it in his pants and doesn't seem to realize that he can say no. The way he's treated by the Hell Ruelle is exploitative at best. And in the Shadow Market? He's swindled and snubbed like everyone else. Matthew adores the Downworld, but he looks at it through glittering rose-colored glasses, viewing it with the fetishized fascination for the exotic of a British colonist writing a travelogue of the Near East. He's Lawrence of Arabia, Marco Polo, Gertrude Bell.

Christopher in the Shadow Market, by contrast, is one of them already. "Christopher Lightwood!" one vendor calls. "Just the man I was hoping to see!" Granted, I don't know how they'd treat him if he wasn't such an extravagant spender but I imagine he would still be welcomed, if perhaps not hailed so loudly. But why? Christopher isn't scandalous, or extravagant. From everything we've seen he holds himself to high standards and lives a fairly clean lifestyle: he doesn't sleep around, he doesn't smoke, he doesn't do drugs or drink to excess.

But at the same time, while Matthew does do those things, he also gets treated like a toy by the Ruelle, and I am willing to bet you the moment he puts his foot down and says no to somebody, they'll stop letting him in.

Christopher, on the other hand, is humble. We're shown frequently through his interactions with his friends and family and other members of the Enclave that he doesn't place himself higher and believe himself better than anyone else. Neither does he seem to buy the prejudices those around him seem to hold: why should women, or Downworlders, or people of color, be considered lesser than someone else? He considers everyone on equal footing in that respect and judges them based on who they are as individual persons. And even then he shows a great capacity for leniency and forgiveness: he's the first of them to accept Grace, and while he goes along with his friends' hatred of Alastair in spirit, his actions don't suggest he really dislikes Alastair that much at all (except when he's insulting Anna, that is).

We see all of those behaviors from a distance in the Shadow Market scene, in the way he haggles and chats with the vendors and the fact that he doesn't seem either afraid of or bedazzled by the Market at all.

Ultimately, Christopher surpasses Matthew when it comes to knowledge of and position within the Downworld. Where Matthew treats the Downworld like a curio cabinet, and is exploited for his hedonist nature in turn, Christopher treats the denizens of the Shadow Market as equals, and receives equal treatment back from them, welcomed as a customer, a regular, yea even a friend.

TL; DR, Christopher has always been the true Downworlder spirit, and Matthew needs to wake up and put his foot down before he gets himself seriously hurt—again.

#christopher lightwood #matthew fairchild #the last hours #blue's tsc analysis

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bumirang · 3 months

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wait rohans a waterbender? since when?????

Since I made it up? I dunno, I like the idea. I doubt they'll go that direction in canon (unless they HIRE ME to make some damn COMICS)

Rohan being an airbender is boring to me. It's totally expected, practically makes the kid a non-entity. It's much more interesting to make him something else and explore what that means for the family dynamic. That (likely) means non-bender or waterbender, though earthbender is a possibility since Pema's from the Earth Kingdom. I'm just going to assume that Katara wasn't bullshitting when she touched Pema's preggo belly in the very first episode and said the baby would be a bender. She just got the element wrong. It was a safe bet!

First off, it'd raise some questions about how bending is passed down. Based on what we've seen in canon, it's easy to assume that a bender only passes down their own element to their offspring, with it either manifesting or staying dormant, possibly for multiple generations. But what if it's more complicated than that? Tenzin may style himself as Mr. #1 Air Nomad, but his mother's element and culture are part of him, too, right? With the different nations intermarrying more than ever before, it creates the potential for any type of bending to pop up in any part of the world, which has many fun worldbuilding implications. It'd also make a lot of sense, considering how the new airbenders pop up the way they do. They may all have had airbenders somewhere in their ancestry, with that potential lying dormant for centuries or even millennia until it was finally activated by Harmonic Convergence. I know this isn't a groundbreaking fan theory, but whatever.

Anyway, back to Rohan.

The discovery that Rohan's a waterbender would be a surprise, maybe even a shock, and it'd give the Kataang clan a new point of conflict and introspection, particularly for Tenzin. He'd have to grapple with his kneejerk reaction being denial, followed by disappointment. Then comes the doubt...

Why does he suddenly feel more distant from Rohan? He reviews his own interactions with the boy, both before and after the discovery. Does he treat him differently now? Should he? Of course he doesn't love his son any less, but it changes their relationship, or seems like it must. Is it fair to bring him up like an Air Nomad, the way his siblings were raised? Would it be better to introduce him to more Water Tribe traditions? He realizes how little he valued his mother's culture compared to his father's. It's not that he doesn't care, but...

Is this how Aang felt about Bumi and Kya, before he was born? How did he come to terms with that? Did he feel this same ache? And knowing now how alienated Bumi and Kya felt from their Air Nomad heritage for so long, how can he stop himself from making the same mistakes? What does this mean for the future of his people? Can Rohan be an Air Nomad but not a member of the Air Nation? Is such a thing possible?

He sees himself reflected in his son's innocent, trusting eyes, his own expression one of confusion and fear. He's lost again. Nothing in his readings of Air Nomad wisdom or his memories of Aang tell him what he should do, and he's too ashamed to admit his conflicted feelings.

Finally, Tenzin's head explodes.

Plus, hey, it's a great excuse to bring Auntie Kya around for lots of fun waterbending lessons! Both she and Bumi get to say "toldja so" to Tenzin once he admits his struggle over his relationship with Rohan and what that made him finally truly understand about their childhoods, about what it meant for all three of them to be children of the last airbender.

Meanwhile, Rohan's just being this precocious kid—a lot like his sister Jinora—inventing whole new ways of bending water like it's no big deal, and all the adults are too tied up in knots to even notice. His siblings notice, though, and help him figure himself out. He's a true Cloudbaby, a perfect cinnamon roll.

In the end, they do work it all out, and the whole family is closer than ever before... until Meelo announces he's joining the United Forces and all hell breaks loose.

#headcanon #ask #lok rohan #lok tenzin #legend of korra #tlok #lok bumi #bumi ii #lok kya #kya ii #lok headcanons #anonymous #rohan is a waterbender #air nomad culture #lok meelo

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sophieinwonderland · 1 year

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Just wanted to say we really liked your post on daemonism! We really appreciated that you discussed less seperated daemons. Our daemon, Arna, isn't very seperate from us.

One of the things we've noticed about daemonism that we thought you might find interesting would be the ways it overlaps with other forms of plurality (though not all daemians consider themselves plural).

We've seen systems where only one headmate practices daemonism. We've seen systems that started daemonism before realizing they were systems, and thus, the daemon sorta acts like everyone's daemon. Some systems have multiple daemons.

Because we're fairly interconnected as a system, Arna is the daemon for all of us. She has different "settled" forms for each headmate. (Though I guess not all of them are fully settled yet). Sometimes she takes the form associated with whoever is fronting, sometimes she takes the form of someone near the front or cocon.

Like I said earlier, she's a bit unseparated, so we don't really talk with her much, but she does communicate and express affection nonverbally. Sometimes she sort of acts like a go between amongst us as well, projecting the voices of other headmates.

-Paluimbel (too many people had a hand in typing this up for me to be able to list them all, apologies)

Thank you for sharing your unique experiences with us!

This is truly one of the most fascinating plural experiences I've read about! I tend to think that I understand things well enough that plural experiences I hear about won't surprise me anymore, but Arna being connected to the whole system and changing form based on them... that's a completely new one to me! 😁

The intersection of Daemonism and other forms of plurality is really interesting, and I'm so glad you took the time to share this!

#ask box #pluralgang #multiplicity #daemonism #plural #plurality #system #systems #endogenic #pro endo #pro endogenic #uniquely plural #plural system #his dark materials #hdm #daemons #daemon #plural things #system stuff

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THANK you I feel like every post I've seen is "nobody's perfect you just can't handle morally grey characters" but abusive behavior isn't "morally grey" it's wrong- people criticizing the villain fans who disapprove of cutie's behavior don't seem to realize that the unhealthy relationships with the villains we've had end with the other character being rescued or freed from that situation because the lack of consent and overstepped boundaries was/is heinous, why should it be different just because this time the one abusing their powers is a listener? I feel like people are so paranoid about these videos getting canceled they're jumping on any critique of cutie's behavior?

Also just everyone going "but in cutie's defense they act like this because of trauma!" and yeah probably there's some event in their past that they've internalized that makes them act like this but we don't actually know that? our only information about cutie's past is that they come from a family of magic users and they work for the department, it kinda annoys me that any criticism of cutie's actions is countered with a defense based on some assumed backstory?

Like maybe I'm oversensitive to this because I've been the geordi in a situation like this and it fucking sucked but it just annoys me that people are writing off abusive behaviors as "morally grey"- no I'm sure cutie isn't doing this to intentionally harm geordi or with malicious intent but it's still an abusive behavior and that's something that should be criticized

I dont think youre being oversensitive at all, anon, especially not when you have personal experience with something like this.

Yes! This listener's actions are not morally grey, they're wrong. And considering this is all we've had from this listener, they are just bad. Personally i dont think it matters if they intend harm or not, its still abuse.

I think a lot of people forget that the listener characters are no where near being as much of a character as the speakers, considering they're as blank as possible so that you can self-insert into them. Cutie has less personality that the fucking protagonist in Divergent. I would be genuinely surprised if we get an in depth backstory for them, because Redacted hasnt done that before and i think it should stay that way.

Also i genuinely don't understand how people still don't see the difference between the actions of villians, and the actions that listener characters have taken. I wasn't going to rant about it on this blog, but i will now. These actions are different in a few ways, mainly the relationships between listeners/speakers, the severity/mundanity of the actions, and the roles the listeners play in the story vs the speaker characters (who the actions are being done to).

(more under the cut because i got passionate about it aksdfsd)

Almost every single antagonists in the series that has harmed a listener character has just been some guy. The listener and the antagonist had no previous interpersonal relationship; Vega/Ivan and Baby didn’t really know eachother, Vega/Freelancer didn’t know eachother, Kody/Freelancer didn’t know eachother, Adam/Lovely didn’t know eachother, Regulus/Listener don’t know eachother. These are all practically strangers. Whereas Geordi/Cutie are in a relationship, Bright/Fred were good friends, and even other listener characters who have done Bad Things to the speakers were in a relationship (cough cough Angel/David in the shifting video cough cough).

The actions that these characters take are drastically different. The antagonists tend to take quite dramatic and large acts of violence/harm, while the listeners’ actions are far more mundane and, like ive said before, therefore more realistic. I am not saying that kidnappings and hostage situations dont happen in the real world, they unfortunately do, but they are far less mundane or common than the violations of boundaries and consent that the listener characters seem to always do. With Angel it was disregarding and pushing David’s boundaries and coercing him into something he didn’t want to do, with Bright it was disregarding Fred’s concern that ended in him getting very hurt, with Cutie it’s routine disregard of Geordi’s boundaries of consent and privacy.

And also, for most people, we self-insert into these listener characters when we listen to Redacted’s videos. When it is an antagonist doing bad things, the bad things are being done to us. Where as when it is the listener characters doing bad things, it’s almost like we are the ones doing the actions (because of the whole self-inserting thing).

A lot of people are understandably very very uncomfortable with the idea of self-inserting into a character who is doing shitty abusive things to the people they care about. Everybody knows that kidnapping and stalking are very bad no-no things to do, but some of the actions of listener characters are often normalized. (invasion of privacy for example, think how common it is that couples just go through eachother’s phones without consent). A lot of people use media as escapism, even dark media, it’s almost a type of power fantasy really. Some people use media to face their fears, and the idea that someone who loves you (or even someone who doesnt know you at all) would save you in your darkest time of need is comforting for some people. Not many people have power fantasies of abusing people they love, so the idea of doing this even in a fantasy setting can be not comforting to say the least.

So yeah, I think there really is a difference, and it is not bad to have nuanced opinions about some things. It’s okay to draw the line in the sand somewhere, even if other people draw their line somewhere different. People criticizing the actions of Cutie to get the point across that, no these things aren’t okay, is kinda expected. Some forms of abuse are very normalized, while things like kidnapping someone and holding them hostage for months on end isnt (and is in fact a social taboo in almost every culture, just like, say, murder). You should assume by default that people don’t support kidnapping even if they like characters who do that shit in media. If you don’t like characters who do these things in media, that is literally perfectly okay, but you shouldn’t judge people who separate fiction from reality to enjoy them. Unfortunately abuse and disregard for your privacy and consent is something that too many people have personal real life experience with, so media where they are the ones doing the bad thing is hard for a lot of people to consume. This is the down side of making videos that are both realistic and have the listeners doing these things.

Ive noticed that the same people who are bagging on others for liking Adam or Vega or whoever else are the same ones who are excusing Cutie’s actions as a result of trauma or saying theyre just “morally grey” instead of the deeply wrong and abusive they are. Ive even seen some people not just condone their actions, but openly say that they themselves would make these exact actions if given the chance, and i genuinely hope they are joking. There are very very few cases in which imma judge someone for just liking a fictional character, but if someone just straight up says “i would abuse my partner,” im judging them.

Idk i felt like i needed to put this all into words. Thank you for the ask and the chance to go on a rant avdbfkv

#anon #ask #redacted asmr #idk i just. grrrrrrrr bark bark maim tear rip #you know?#im so tempted to drop this in the tag #really.#actually?#fuck it #i wonder if itll even show up now but who cares

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Evere Lore post yayyyy

this is about to be one long ass post oops sorryyyyyy so it's going under a read more

SOME QUICK CW'S!!!

Child Abuse (Malignant Neglect)

Suicide

Name: Evere (Eh-veer) or Evey Age: 18 Pronouns: She/They

Backstory pt. 1

Sooooo Evey was born in a time after some severe infighting amongst sorcerers, and their family is kind of the Paragon of Sorcerery, the ones who put an end to the infighting and brought sorcerers together (this is not the full truth but that's too much info for this post) The modern standard for everyone to follow; they are seen as kind, collected, and generous. Any sorcerer has heard of them and feels their influence.

They are called the Van der Aarts, their name being a nod to their natural talent with earth magic, and are nobility in a sorcerer kingdom called Verene.

Given how prominent they are and how many eyes are on them, the Van der Aarts have arrived to retain their position and perception for three generations now, acting perfectly and never doing Anything that would embarrass them or Verene.

Up until they have a disabled child- Evere >:)

It was unexpected. A sorcerer unable to use their magic is, according to modern historians, unprecedented. And a sorcerer unable to use their magic being born to the Van der Aarts...? Oof.

Evey was not treated well.

Immediately upon realizing Evey is Not like them, the Van der Aarts went to extreme lengths to keep her hidden away. Of course this had such great results /s. Evey grew up isolated and magically deprived, which was bad for both her AND her magic. Practically no one knew she even existed, and was mostly confined to their room, unable to leave the Van der Aart estate lest someone find out.

Sorcerers

What do I mean by bad for both Evey and their magic?

First thing to know: Magic, in this campaign, is a force that sentient and alive.

Sorcerers get to know their magic like a friend. They work together, live together, exist in perfect harmony-but are ultimately separate beings, just very intertwined. They need each other to survive wholly. If you were to remove one, the other would be negatively impacted. The sorcerer would go comatose, and the magic would come out warped and misshapen.

With that, they also have their own separate needs. Magic is pulled from the universe to be part of sorcerers; it's cut off from the outside world and needs to be able to reconnect with magic in the universe. It's necessary to maintain your magic.

The time magic does this is on days called sabbats!! They're based on Pagan sabbats, and are days in which magical energy in the universe spikes. Sorcerers from all over celebrate them with parties, but ultimately they're for the magic.

Magic is also a force that needs to constantly be moving. If not, it grows stagnant and begins to fester, becoming something twisted and gangrenous. Magic like this can cause severe suffering.

How That Relates to Evey

Evey is unable to use their magic, or have it flow in any way. As we've established, this is bad bad bad. For eighteen years, Evey's magic has been festering.

This is bad for not only it, but also Evey herself. Magic and sorcerer are so intertwined- if something were off with one, the other would be effected, as well.

Evey's Disability

I've said a couple of times that Evey is disabled, but haven't gone too in depth into that. Get ready for more crazy sorcerer lore, sorry not sorry i love making convoluted lore.

So there are three main biological/physiological components that allow sorcerers to make and house magic:

The fostering place - The place where magic is housed. It's shown with a Sorcerer's Mark

Gateways - What allows magic to flow in and out of the fostering place and to the rest of the body. These also allow for the regulation of magic so that a simple cantrip doesn't take up half a sorcerer's magic supply, AND allows for communication between sorcerer and magic.

Pathways - what takes the magic from the gateways to the rest of the body

Evey never developed gateways. So their magic has been stuck inside them for eighteen years, and always screaming, and Evey has been unable to communicate with it.

Backstory pt. 2

All of this aforementioned information is inaccessible to Evey. Sorcerers in this campaign frown upon magic research and the study of magic as a whole. They believe that any and all information shared with them is sacred, and what isn't simply isn't. It's the ultimate "need-to-know" basis. To look into it, and pry all its secrets away... It's considered heresy. And due to some crazy stuff regarding sorcerers, scientists are unable to study how it all works.* This is one big collective gap in the general public's knowledge.

This is where most of Evey's problems start. At a young age she had to start learning in secret- studying and researching magic- to find a way to fix whatever's wrong with her. So not only are they a freak for being unable to use their own magic, but also because they're STUDYING it. Evey's smart as hell, though, and dedicates years to this despite the shame they feel for it- after all, you can't make an omelet (be accepted by your family and society and live without excruciating pain and not have to hear your poor magic scream without being able to help it AT ALL) without breaking a few eggs, right!!!

If they have to do bad things to reach their goal, then- then so be it.

It'll all work out in the end. It'll all be ok! Both Evey and their Magic will be able to live freely and correctly! Without being freaks!

...Right?

Wrong.

Evey never finds that miracle cure.

As time goes on, the symptoms of this just keep getting worse- especially around sabbats. Evey's magic is constantly screaming, pushing against what's keeping it down (which is Evey's lack of gateways), begging to be let out.

A girl can only take so much before they start to crack a little. It hurts, both physically and mentally, every time she's forced to miss a sabbat, every time they're unable to cast a spell, every time her magic pleads to be let out- it was only a matter of time before Evey started to get desperate. Their magic is starving. She has to do SOMETHING, or it's only going to get worse.

So, she does something stupid- she goes to a Sabbat. It doesn't go well. Sorcerers are extremely picky about who or who isn't allowed at a sabbat celebration- some unknown girl, especially one who is clearly.... not right, showing up out of the blue? It's cause for panic.

The entire group of sorcerers (called a coven) scrambles. Everyone misses the sabbat. And as we've seen with Evey, magic unable to get what it needs gets angry.

Evey's family finds out and kicks her out immediately.

She's truly alone, and believes this is deserved- after all, she did this. She caused all these people to be hurt. Of course the Van der Aarts had to kick them out.

It's only right. It's only justice.

Evey wanders a bit, and lives on their own, stilly studying to find a cure and fix everything.

But it's not enough. Her Magic, the poor thing, is tired of waiting. It wants out. And the only way to do that... is to go through Evey.

Sorcerers, due to their unique biology, explode with magic upon death. Literal explosion. It's the magic returning to the grand whole of the universe; a puzzle piece being slotted back into place.

Magic will also claw its way out of its host if it's not properly maintained, killing them. It starts with pinprick spots.

It's not Evey's fault. She doesn't even blame her poor Magic. It's just scared, and hurting.

But it's also going to kill her, and that violent end is not something Evey wants. Just once- just fucking once Evey would like to have a say in ANYTHING that is happening to her. To live, to be accepted, TO HAVE A FUTURE. JUST ANOTHER DAY, PLEASE.

In comes Hullabaloo. @soupthecoolest's SUPER EPIC AND CUNTY ANTAGONIST!!!!! Art creds to soup as well!!!

She calls herself the Puppeteer, and gives Evey the opportunity of a too-short lifetime: Come to Purgatory, and be my Eyes- and I will give you unimaginable power.

It's the miracle Evey's been searching for. It's the best option she has.

Evey's always been at the whim of everything else, and nothing has ever been in their control- but this can be. They can finally have the life they deserve.

So Evey does the only rational thing:

She drowns herself.

Campaign Starts

The Puppeteer delivers- Evey can use her magic! She was right, it is unimaginable- Evey can do anything! Can be anything! Wherever they step, the earth itself bends to their whim. Magma rises beneath their feet, the earth's blood pumping in tandem with their own. It's incredible.

It doesn't hurt so bad anymore, she can breathe, can move, can be without fear and without shame!! This is what she was always meant to be- a sorcerer.

She's just gotta finish one teensy weensy favor for the Puppeteer first: spy on this party. After all, Evey always repays a debt!!

And with Evey's now useable power? Fucking child's play >:)

She's like a little kid with a key to the candy shop! Nothing can stop her, and nothing will!

So what if she starts to go crazy? So what if they start to act recklessly, and horribly, and hurt everyone around them?

They can finally breathe! Can finally be! After all, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs!

Hecatoncheir

They haven't been able to talk for so long, but- but now they can. For the first time in eighteen years Evey speaks with her magic. It's absolutely wonderful. It's been nothing but one-sided conversations this whole time, always able to hear but never respond. Now they talk, now they are one, working in... well, not harmony, but it's getting there! Don't worry!

All this time, Evey's magic has always called itself Earth's Blood. Now, Evey has given it a new name- with its permission, of course!! Evey would never ever ever do anything her magic didn't want.

She calls it Hecatoncheir, Hecaton and Tonnie for short. The Many Handed One, because when she casts a spell it feels like countless hands shaping and molding what Evey wants.

This is more than anything she could have ever dreamed.

The Prophecy

Evey learns things, as a spy. And not just about the party. She learns about a prophecy. A destiny that she appears to have- to take down a great evil in the world and restore balance.

It calls her not by name, but by title: Dominance.

Evey doesn't know what to make of it.

But she does know one thing: she has no true intentions of fulfilling it.

This deal they have with the Puppeteer- it takes precedence. Sorry, party! Evey's got other plans.

The Betrayal

Evey's a kid with the key to a candy shop. The power they hold is going to their head- and the party's the one to have to suffer for it. The entire time she's been in purgatory, spying, she's been acting horrifically. Like a monster.

It all comes to a head when Evey betrays the party. In one big grand finale, she fights them, uses every weakness she knows against them, and doesn't give a flying shit about how it hurts. All they know is that they are finally the one with the upper hand.

It All Falls Apart

...But that's the thing about upper hands. Everyone thinks they have one, until someone comes along and breaks it.

Oh, Evere, you precious idiot- did you really think this would work? How delusional.

The Puppeteer- Hullabaloo- didn't do this out of the kindness of her heart. She's the one the prophecy says has to be taken down. Evey's never been anything more than a pawn to her. Anything she "did" for them was for one thing, and for one thing only: a show.

And oh, did Evey provide! What a spectacular mess they've made of themself! Acted crazy, destroyed things, burned every single bridge they have for this! Died for this- oh, now that was funny!

You stupid, stupid wretch of a girl.

You were never going to walk out of this in one piece.

Hullabaloo shows up. She's terrifying. Looks at Evey the same way a child looks at a toy they're bored with and takes back her "gift".

Evey and Hecaton both are right back where they started- separated, in pain, with no future and no control- just a pissed off party, an especially enraged Hecaton, and a destiny.

Oh, Dominance. You thought you could duck out of this?

You foolish, rusty nail of girl.

You're in this for the long haul :)

#tw suicide #evere #dnd character #dnd art #my art #meteorblaze art #cnd

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decolonize-the-left · 3 years

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I think it's weird that everyone discusses whether or not kink at Pride should be allowed.

Like you realize Pride was a riot and once upon a time was about rights, yeah? And demanding them? It definitely wasn't child-safe before, I don't think we should start demanding that it be now. Just because it can be child safe, doesn't mean it should be. Just because it can be fun, doesn't mean it should be.

And to get to my point, we have marriage equality but it feels like mainstream LGBT just stopped caring about everything else after that. Like why is our focus on how sexual Pride should be? Wear leather if you fucking want, whatever. I feel like the point of Pride has been forgotten by both sides of this argument.

"if you're against leather you just have internalized-"

shut the fuck up. Nobody is gonna insure our rights or end medical discrimination based on whether or not some twink wore a ball gag to pride, I promise. How about y'all try to remember that white gays in leather aren't our biggest fucking problem, yeah? And that we have bigger fish to fry.

Like why not bring up the fact that's trans panic is still a thing? About discriminatory adoption practices?

PRIDE is protest. Why are we sitting around arguing with each other. We can't stop for 5 minutes? Why is so much LGBT focus being out on something that should be considered a blatant distraction from what matters?

We could be so much more productive and we could be making more strides in equality if that's what we focused on instead of all this ridiculous discourse we've decided to argue about instead. Bi v pan, queer, leather, neopronouns validity, etc- all of this discourse being made and justified with 'well people arent gonna take us seriously if-' YOU don't even take our rights seriously, shut the FUCK UP. I haven't seen a SINGLE discourse post or blog give a single shit about our collective rights unless it was to win an argument about something asinine. So how about we cut that shit out, yeah?

Refocus.

Because I can assure you discourse isn't helping anyone take us seriously, either. Fighting online with other gays isn't the holy war some of y'all are trying to frame it as and I'm fucking sick of seeing it on my dash.

Fear of facing discriminatory behavior within the health care system, along with other factors, may keep members of the LGBTQIA+ community from receiving cancer diagnoses.

LGBT employees of color were more likely to report being denied jobs and verbal harassment.

Many LGBT employees reported engaging in “covering” behaviors to avoid harassment or discrimination at work.

11% of LGBT employees of color reported being fired or not hired in the last year

57% of LGBT employees reported the unfair treatment was motivated by religious beliefs

38% of LGBT employees reported experiencing harassment at work

36% of LGBT employees of color experienced verbal harassment

26% of white LGBT employees faced the same

50% of LGBT employees are not out to their current supervisor

26% are not out to any co-workers

Our analysis indicates that employment discrimination against LGBT people continues to be persistent and widespread. Over 40% of LGBT workers (45.5%) reported experiencing unfair treatment at work, including being fired, not hired, or harassed because of their sexual orientation or gender identity at some point in their lives. This discrimination and harassment is ongoing: nearly one-third (31.1%) of LGBT respondents reported that they experienced discrimination or harassment within the past five years

But you wanna argue about leather?

#pride #lgbt #queer #discourse #yeah I'm fucking annoyed lmao #ppl are literally dying and offijg themselves due to medical neglect on youre all on tumblr dot com fighting about bun pronouns #get your priorities straight #queer discourse #bi discourse #pan discourse #neopronoun discourse #kink at pride

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Alright, first chapter since I've gone back to college. That mixed with the weather we've been having meaning more time cut out of working to instead travel as well as some writers block means it took a little while. But hopefully this long chapter will help make up for that.

I'm likely going to work on the hermitcraft scattered au fic for a bit after this, so another long wait for this fic unfortunately. But hope you still enjoy what's here.

hermit tommy au created by @petrichormeraki

If there was one thing Grian did not miss about having wings, it was actually having to deal with the extra limbs when he wasn’t flying. He needed to preen them after all his flying and the chaos that followed, which was very clear with how much they were itching. But actually seeing the problem area was tough because it seemed to be coming from the base of his wings, which was even more sensitive than the rest of the limbs.

On one hand, Grian was pretty sure he could shift his wings away and they would stop itching. He had done that a few times when he was younger and they had gotten injured. But on the other hand, that was when he was younger and he hadn’t had the practice he did back then. Plus, it needed focus, and while Grian was pretty sure he could still focus in pain from being in pain so often, itching was another thing entirely.

Walking down the halls of the castle, Grian tried his best to scratch his back with little success, only pausing when someone came running out of an adjacent hallway in front of him. Or more accurately, three someones. Astrid was in front, holding her bat out, ready to hit anyone in her way, nearly hitting Grian in the process. Behind her was Flora, who was dragging along her axe in one hand and pulling Jane along with her other hand. “Oh thank fuck! Grian!”

“Hey, sorry.” Grian spoke up, apologizing for startling the group. “Why are you running around?”

“Looking for you, I thought that would be obvious.” Flora replied, hooking her axe onto her belt to free her hand. “My uncle just rescued you from who knows what, I don’t want him getting pissed at me letting you get into something new when you’re already hurt.”

“Hurt?” Grian asked, pausing to try and scratch at his back again. “I’m more itchy than hurt. Electric shocks are surprisingly easy to get over. I just want whatever shit is in my feathers to get out!”

Astrid still didn’t put her bat away, but she moved around to Grian’s back, her free hand touching the problem area, though it also made Grian jump from it being extra sensitive. “What’s it look like?”

Grian didn’t know what Astrid signed since she was still behind him, but Flora then followed along to look at what the problem was. “So? What’s going on?”

“Well you have something stuck in your feathers. What it is, we’re not really sure. Grifter didn’t say what you were up to before coming back, so maybe that would help?”

Grian paused to recall everything that had happened in the other world, everything a bit fuzzy after having slept for a bit. “Well, Grifter took me to a world for some training, though he started with wanting me to learn to fly again. I’m not exactly at peak performance, but I can take off and fly alright. Landing’s a different story though. After getting some confidence with the basics, I started flying around and exploring the place. See, apparently there were a bunch of people living there, but they used up so many resources they moved out pretty far to the East and just abandoned their old homes.”

“Wow, privileged much?” Flora commented with an eye roll.

“Yeah, they left a lot behind, so I checked it out until I sort of… crashed. Really badly.”

Astrid facepalmed and Flora snickered a bit. “You mean you died?”

“Yeah…” Grian answered in a much more serious tone that made the girls remember the fact Grian was used to a hardcore world. “I woke up in a bed I didn’t remember in a place I had never seen, so for a little bit, I thought I had actually died. But then I went exploring and realized that probably wasn’t the case.”

“Huh, that’s sort of weird.” Flora said, rubbing her chin for a moment before stopping and grabbing Jane again before she could run off. “You should only really respawn in beds you’ve linked up with.”

‘Could be because of Grifter.’ Astrid suggested, hoping neither of the other teens noticed the franticness of her hands to reply with an excuse. ‘He could have used it.’

“Good point. The world probably got super confused with all the time travel and so you got sent to wherever he set up last. Anyway, continue?”

“Right.” Grian nodded, pausing to remember where he was. “Well, I explored around the new area before something caught my eye. It was some sort of gate, and the signs there made me think it was some sort of amusement park, which I really wanted to check out. But apparently that was one place that wasn’t abandoned and the people there attacked me and tried to capture me. Of course, I tried flying away, but they had some sort of electrical fence and I ran into that. Grifter showed up a bit after that and took me to some sort of safe room filled with mushrooms and that’s where I passed out.”

“Oh so this is probably some sort of nylium.” Flora suggested, moving around to look at Grian’s back again. “Though I don’t really recognize what kind. What sort of mushrooms were there? Red or bluish?”

“Uh, yes?” GrIan answered. “There were some of all sorts. Red, blue, green, brown, pink, yellow. A number of them were even glowing and see through.”

“Ugh, that’s not normal.”

‘Think we need to take him to ---?’ Astrid asked, more to Flora than Grian, especially since he didn’t understand whatever word Astrid had signed for where to take him.

“Yeah, probably. You can start heading that way. I’m going to see what I can do about Jane. No way we send her home that soon. Aven can probably keep her occupied. Goodness knows they did that for us enough growing up.”

‘Well yeah, it’s easy for ghosts to blow the minds of kids. Plus they’ve got an attention span to match.’

“Oh yeah. Grian have you met Aven? They’re sort of the resident ghost of the server. Been around as long as anyone can really remember but they’ve been hanging around the castle ever since it showed up.”

Grian nodded. “Yeah, I remember seeing them when I got the tour of the place. They called me Grifter off the bat and part of me thinks they still would even if I told them my name was Grian.”

“Oh definitely. Well, I’m going to look for them while you guys start off to visit Wassa and see what he thinks.”

“Did you really have to take on who knows how many traffickers?” Sense asked, pressing a potion soaked cloth to Grifter’s chest, making the avian hiss.

“Kinda. I’m already getting bored. I mean, I know now Grian’s going to be all freaked out when any of the hermits show up, especially that seventy-seven guy. And Grian’s going to trust me more since I protected him. But come on. They’re taking foreverrrr.” Grifter complained, flopping back onto the bed and then pulling the cloth away to look at his now scarred injury. “I mean, I know I still need to actually get him using magic.”

“And do you even know how to go about that? End and Dark don’t like to mix, right?”

“Yeah, which is why people are so scared when it gets mixed together, and why it’s so powerful. If I can get Grian stuck under my thumb doing that, we could do just about anything!” Grifter explained happily before getting an idea. “I could even use it to get you to try some magic yourself.”

Sense started laughing at the joke before it dissolved into coughing, Grifter’s lighthearted mood immediately changing to one of concern as he sat up and got to Sense’s side. His hand ran through Sense’s hair, pulling a few clumps of hair with it before Grifter used magic to put them back and then work on healing Sense. “No, what we’ll really do is finally make it so you’re immune to redstone poisoning. I just wish I could figure out how to fucking do it on my own.”

“Hey… not your fault.” Sense spoke up, leaning against Grifter. “It’s just stupid like that.”

“I know. But if anything it should be easy! Stuff from the Dark is immune to this shit.”

“Well, you know what Silski always says. Apparently redstone makes me smell like the End. they’re probably immune because of their opposites.”

“I guess.” Grifter reluctantly agreed before finally stopping his healing spell. “Would explain why none of my magic wants to work well on you. On this.”

“I’m still not giving up redstone.” Sense spoke up, making Grifter scoff. “Oh please. I knew you were thinking it.”

“Well if that’s how you want to act, then you can sit in here alone!” And Grifter stood up, leaving Sense behind as he weakly argued. The avian didn’t listen and walked off, mentioning something about going to check on their kids. Sense just smiled and rolled his eyes, sitting down on the bed and watching until Grifter was out of sight before letting his smile fall to look at his hand.

In the middle of his coughing, he had coughed into his hand. Normally if it was serious, he would show Grifter his other hand, which was always stained with redstone and could be mistaken for blood. At least, for what would be normal blood for most people. Sense was officially married to Grifter, they had kids, they flirted and of course had sex. But even with all that, the redstoner still kept one secret. And just showing off the fact he had green blood sort of messed with that secret.

Looking at the blood, it fortunately wasn’t as bad as it could get sometimes. Just a little smattering that might have easily come from a bad cut or something. Easy enough to just wipe away on his pants and forget about the whole thing. And Sense nearly did that, before he noticed something else stuck to his hand, intriguing Sense and making him poke it. It was some sort of greyish thing. Vaguely spongey.

Sense grabbed the cloth he used on Grifter to try and wipe his hand and get rid of whatever this was, only to find more of it on the cloth itself already. With a bit more inspection, it was also on the tunic Grifter had taken off, which gave Sense the answer he was looking for on the origin of the unknown substance. Glad with the answer, Sense dusted himself off and then went elsewhere into the castle, not noticing how much still stuck to him.

It was getting late as the trio of teens travelled to Wassa’s home. Flora had rambled on about plenty with Astrid signing back here and there, but Grian wasn’t really paying attention. Thinking back on the past few days, Grian realized he hadn’t really been out at night before. The first day he was stuck here Grifter had mainly kept him in the castle to learn how to use various weapons and other necessities of the sort of survival world they were living in. The next night, he had a bit of a breakdown when reading the notes about what happened with his family, and then last night was the training which left him stuck recovering until it was just about noon.

And thinking it over didn’t really help Grian either as it reminded him just how long he had been stuck away from his home. Sure, time travel meant he probably would show back up right around when he first left once he did go back, but while time wasn’t passing for Sam or Taurtis or anyone else, it was passing for him. And since it had been Saturday for him when Grian first showed up, now it was definitely getting to him just how long he had been separated from his normal life.

He didn’t get to think too much more on it, however, as Astrid spanned her fingers a few times in front of Grian’s face, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Oh good, he’s alive.” Flora said when the snapping seemed to work. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“Sorry, guess I zoned out.” Grian explained, though there was the slightest hint of a pained tone from thinking about why that was.

“Well… we can talk about that later.” Flora said, obviously catching that there was more to Grian’s words. “We’re basically at Wassa’s place.”

Sure enough, up ahead was what looked like a small village of houses shaped like giant mushrooms, like fairies or the like were drawn living in from some stuff back home. “This does look like someone who could help with our fungi problem.”

“He might have a friend over. Well, less of a friend and more like a freeloader. He- he? They? Some other pronoun? Who cares, said freeloader is named CX. Imagine Astrid, but taller, wearing blue, and a big C and X on the mask.”

“Are they related to Astrid?” Grian asked, remembering that there was some mention of Astrid having a brother.”

‘Fuck. No.’ Astrid signed back, emphasizing the signing. ‘My brother is dead as fuck. It’s just that this place has more than one shapeshifter and for whatever reason, one of them likes to look like my brother did.’

“Oh, that sounds horrible.” Grian responded after a moment. He thought it was worse than horrible, but he was used to a normal world. No magic or coming back from death or hybrids everywhere. Learning about shapeshifters was just something to add to the pile and lead to his mind trying to comprehend that instead of thinking of something better to say.”

The land that belonged to Wassa was very clearly defined by the fact the grass changed suddenly to a bright aqua substance. It was even decorated with similarly colored glowing mushrooms. Grian would have admired the terrain a bit more if he could, but the moment they stepped onto the faux grass, someone jumped out of nowhere with a sword drawn and attacked Astrid.

Off the top of his head, Grian couldn’t recall their name, but he definitely recognized one of the robots that belonged to Grifter. Astrid pulled her weapon out to deflect some of the attacks, managing to block all of them. That being said, she was still getting pushed back and separated from the group.

Flora quickly noticed that and pulled out her axe, swinging it at bot. Before it could hit him, the robot, managed to move his hand to press against the flat side of the axe head and guide it away into missing him, then kicking the head so that the handle of the axe was pushed towards Flora, which at her current angle, it jabbed her in the gut.

With Flora recovering from being attacked, the robot went after Astrid again. Grian for the most part had just been standing there, trying to comprehend what was going on, but seeing what had happened to Flora, it finally shocked him enough to move. While he had been given an axe and sword and whatnot, obviously that wouldn’t work against the robot. That all being said, he had been given one weapon that wasn’t standard here.

Before the robot could push Astrid further, Grian took out the gun he had been gifted and loaded it. Then as he watched another blow of a sword move towards Astrid, Grian aimed and fired, shooting the robot’s side from behind, causing them to drop their weapon and then hold their wound, yelling in pain. Flora was close enough that a moment later, she swiped her leg to knock the bot’s feet out from under him, causing him to fall to the ground, and then letting the trio gather around him.

“Hey, what the fuck’s going on our here?” Someone new spoke up, making everyone look to see who it was. Standing off to the side were a pair of people, the one in front with their hands on their hips while the second stood behind and slightly to the side, not really showing any emotion at all. Looking the first person over, Grian noted the sunglasses the person wore, their blue shirt with white spots, and what seemed like a flower crown on their head, though made of mushrooms.

“One of my cousins started attacking Astrid!” Flora explained, gesturing to where the robot was still lying on the ground and holding their wound.

The second person stepped forward, standing over the robot and looking down at him. Grian realized pretty easily that this was the person that Flora had mentioned a few minutes ago. “Astrid hasn’t been around for a few months. Isn’t this Sefter? One of the newbies?”

“What’s that got to do with it?” Flora asked, crossing her arms, getting confused when CX turned to look at Grian.

“Unknown person near family can seem worrying around here, wouldn’t you say?”

While Flora and Grian both looked confused, the mushroom guy sighed. “I think e’s tryina say th’ kid freaked out ‘n tried attackin’ what ‘e thought was a threat.”

“Pretty much. Though I honestly think you’re all a threat. Why are you here?”

“We needed to see Wassa.” Flora spoke up, gesturing to the mushroom guy who Grian was glad to have the name of. “Grian here’s an avian. Something happened and he ended up in a room filled with all sorts of mushrooms and now there’s some shit stuck in his wings. We want to know what it is and if he can get it out.”

“Color?” Wassa asked, moving towards Grian and then grabbing his wing.

“A sort of purplish grey.” Flora replied. “Right, you’ve got some color blindness, don’t you?”

Wassa shrugged. “Yeah, but purple’s not really ‘fected, so this should be easier th’n identifyin’ other shrooms. Anyway, this is definitely from somewhere modded er somethin’. Alright, jus’ follow me ta m’ base. I’ll get a better look at ‘em there.”

Grian and Flora followed along behind Wassa and CX, but Astrid stayed behind, focused on Sefter. Once The group was far enough away, Astrid knelt down next to Sefter and drew a symbol over the bullet wound with her finger. A moment later, the bullet came out and the wound healed, followed by Astrid taking the robot’s hand and pulling him up.

Sefter dusted himself off, then glanced around, making sure the others weren’t coming back for Astrid. After noticing they weren’t, he pulled out a file folder from his inventory and handed it to Astrid. The teen’s eyes widened behind her mask as she took it, opening it to see what was inside.

“Keep quiet.” Sefter spoke up, making Astrid look up from the file, watching as Sefter started to leave. Astrid frowned, flipping the bot off before looking back at the file, then stuffing it in her inventory to run after the group and catch up.

It ended up that everyone gathered at Doc’s base. With Mumbo and Xisuma looking for the others, they met up at the copy of the hybrid’s base since it was safer compared to False’s base to the Northwest and Cleo’s base to the south was built to be spread out, so it was even more unwieldy with how the nightmare was portraying everything.

At this point, everyone knew Tommy was stuck in the center island. It was the only place left to look. Plus, there was also what was going on with Wilbur. Here and there, it was like he suddenly started flickering. The first time Phil saw it, he panicked and mentioned Ghostbur, which helped with them figuring out what was happening. Since his revival, Wilbur had been revived and Ghostbur became a part of him.

After that came them slowly learning from Wilbur what was going on. Wilbur would have loved to fill them in better than he was right then, but the vague feeling of being ripped apart in opposite directions and having a migraine so bad he wasn’t sure how much he was actually seeing and how much he was imagining or remembering from the past.

And then all that would be enough, but it was worse from how the others were acting. Phil was touchy about them not having Tommy nearby. Paul was still a bit suspicious about what was going on, even though he kept trying to catch himself and correct how he was acting. Mumbo and EX had gotten into some sort of argument, which pulled Xisuma in and got them all going. And then Doc was talking with Techno about some sort of plan or formula or something Wilbur couldn’t understand, though they also kept getting distracted making sure Grum was alright making it even more confusing. If anything, actually getting pulled to wherever Tommy was was better because of how much calmer everything was.

On one of the times he was pulled back to the group, everything must have gotten worse when he was gone because it just felt so loud and he just broke. Wilbur remembered that he said something, but what exactly he said he didn’t recall. All he did know was when he stopped, it was quiet and he wasn’t back with Tommy.

“I think Wilbur’s right.” Techno was the one to speak up. Wilbur wasn’t sure what he was right about, but was glad it worked. “We need to stop arguing. I mean, I’m not the only one who’s noticed it’s been getting worse, right?”

There were some slight mumblings of agreement, and then Techno looked over to Xannes. “Hey, you showed up because you were told something about all this, right?”

“Vaguely. I thought I was helping you get past a whitelist, but then Theseus mentioned there was some sort of test instead. And that’s all these weird nightmare things.”

Techno nodded a little, mostly thinking it over. “Dream had this whole thing about connections holding people back. I know you know hels better, but if this is supposed to be a test, maybe it’s testing that too. Making us tense and getting us arguing.”

“I doubt it. If anything he’d keep that thing about attachment. He wouldn’t want people that are close getting in easily. That’s why we’re all stuck here together instead of everyone doing their own thing. It wants us to break that bond or whatever you want to call it.”

“So the sooner we can get out of here, the better.” Phil summed it up, though Doc shook his head.

“Easier said than done, man. These things have been getting tougher. I mean you already tried just flying out to the middle island and couldn’t get past whatever was there.”

“Xisuma did though, right?” Wilbur asked, getting everyone to look at him. Sure, he still had a bit of a headache and things felt fuzzy, but it was much better than before. “He’s there. Or someone that looks like him is. I-Instead of Dream?” Wilbur finished off, losing confidence in what he was saying, but the others seemed to be happy about the news.

“That’s got to be it then!” Mumbo explained. “Xisuma, you remember how he was after he first arrived!”

“Right, it took forever for him to be comfortable with people mentioning my name, much less being around me.”

“I’m guessing since you were the admin, he was worried about you being like Dream?” Techno asked, getting a nod from Xisuma. “Well, maybe none of us can get there since it’s his exile like Wil’s saying, but the only one allowed to go there was Dream since he set it up. If a fake you is in Dream’s place, maybe the real you can get in?”

Xisuma looked unsure, but Paul spoke up. “It’s worth a shot. If it doesn’t work, at least we tried and aren’t left debating it.”

“I unfortunately agree with him.” Xannes spoke up, though then attempted to shove over Paul when he gave a thumbs up to thank him. “We try to see if it works, then go from there. We already saw with the spoon that this is all based on what the nightmar-ee thinks should be going on. If the fake one is there, the real one should be able to get there too.”

The trio as well as CX all sat down in the main room as Wassa was off elsewhere looking into a sample he had taken from Grian. For the most part they were all silent, except for when CX offered them some bags of some sort of pink powder which Flora and Astrid passed up on, though Grian accepted, putting into his pocket. Hey, drugs were drugs after all.

After that, Grian just looked around. The place was decorated with mushrooms, mainly in a pink that was a little darker than the bag of drugs he was given or in the blue of the terrain outside. Anything else all seemed to be fake or kept in what seemed like very special glass cases. There were also a number of pigs walking around, mostly in blue but a few in pink. One came close enough for Grian to pat it on the head.

Apparently a certain someone didn’t approve of that, because Grian’s back suddenly clucked, making everyone look over to him as he froze. “I’m sorry, did I hear what I think I heard?” CX was the one to ask, confirming to the others that, yes, they weren’t the only one who heard that.

“Probably not?” Grian tried to lie, but was quickly found out by a bit more clucking as well as his bag moving around a bit before a chicken poked its head out from the bag. “No, get back in there!”

“Why… why do you have a chicken in your bag?” Flora asked.

“So I may have also gotten myself a pet chicken when I went training with Grifter.” Grian explained. “Her name is Sally.”

CX leaned closer and let Sally rub her beak against his outstretched finger. “You know, a flock of these things can pink a triceratops clean in around ninety seconds.”

“They can what?!” Flora asked, getting a chuckle out of CX.

“It’s a joke. But they can be pretty ruthless. That’s why they’re an omen of death.”

“Wait, chickens, like actually chickens, are supposed to be an omen of death?” Grian asked, looking at Sally like she would suddenly do something to help him understand.

“Well, a lot of things can be. Crows, solar eclipses, fans, mushrooms, opals. Heck, even umbrellas, so we’ve got a nice group.”

Grian paused, confused by what the heck CX meant, though before he could ask, Flora seemed to realize. “Oh yeah, shit, of course you don’t know. Astrid, wanna show him?”

Astrid shrugged then took her weapon out. What Grian had thought was a sort of metal bat this whole time suddenly opened showing that it was, indeed, actually an umbrella. “What the fuck?”

‘There’s a long story behind it.’ Astrid started after closing the umbrella again and putting it aside. ‘Long story short, my brother was a fucking asshole.’

That didn’t help much, leaving Grian just as, if not more confused, so then CX spoke up to clarify. “Alright, so a bit over a decade ago, I was on okay terms with Nightmare. And since I was cool with him, I was cool with Astrid, her being his younger sister. A lot of people think I’ve got magic or something, but I’m just really good with admin commands. I figured I would give them each something pretty cool because why not. Nightmare asked me for some sort of mechanic as a replacement for whitelists which I set up. As for Astrid, she was five at the time. Nightmare decided to ask what she wanted, specifically at a time where she would ask for something that, y’know, a five year old would want. I told him that with what he asked for already, I probably wouldn’t be able to do much for her, plus with how young she was, why not wait a few years.”

“But he convinced you otherwise?” Grian asked, getting a nod from CX.

“I mean, to be able to do the shit I do, the world admin needs to give some sort of permission. I didn’t want to lose that, so fine, I would do what he wanted. Apparently Astrid had at the time been in love with an umbrella that looked like a frog, but a few days ago, it had gotten destroyed. She was devastated, so the first thing she asked for was an umbrella. Of course I tried to convince her of something else, but nope! Kept asking for an umbrella. So who was I to refuse? I made it but added plenty of bells and whistles so it also functions as a hybrid weapon and shield.”

“And then Nightmare decided you had too much power.” Wassa’s voice spoke up as he walked into the room.

“Well someone’s sober.” CX replied, turning to face Wassa. “Figured out what it was?”

Wassa slapped the back of CX’s head, just earning a laugh from him. “I’m glad I was with how loud you guys started getting. You’re bad enough by yourself, so along with the omen trio here, it was enough of a headache.”

“The what now?” Grian asked, extremely confused.

“Oh shit, didn’t tell you that. Enough people group up sometimes to simplify who they’re talking about with shorter names. Like Silski and Toob are the posture duo since neither of them stand straight, Silski, Euro, Ekke and my grandma are the council, stuff like that.”

“And why are we the omen trio?” Grian asked, still a little confused.

“I said you guys were being loud. You were just talking about death omens. I mean, one of you has a pet chicken, one of you has a thing with an umbrella, plus you could argue that gaudy gem encrusted mask is like a death mask. And then you have someone who is literally related to death being their granddaughter and all. So yeah, omen trio. You’re welcome.”

“Hey, not that I'm not glad about the name, because I’ve honestly been trying to figure it out.” Flora spoke up. “What did you find out about the shit on Grian’s wings?”

“Oh right. Nothing too bad. Stuff you mostly find in modded worlds called mycelium. It’s not directly harmful, though if it builds up too much on his wings, he might have trouble flying. Now, about payment.”

“Hold up.” Flora started, jumping out of her seat. “Who said anything about paying you? I thought you loved mushroom stuff? Isn’t that enough?”

“Not exactly. See, mycelium isn’t the most common thing, but it’s also not the rarest in the world if you know where to look. I mean, I’ve got a culture over here.” And Wassa picked up one of the glass cases, which had what seemed to be a pair of mushrooms with mycelium covering whatever they were planted in. “Look, I’m not asking for too much. I just need you guys to talk with Cerus.”

With the way Flora was shocked, Grian knew that probably wasn’t the best thing. “Who… who is Cerus?”

Wassa put the mycelium case away and then looked to Grian. “Cerus and Aven were two people who lived here well before Nightmare showed up and claimed this place for himself. They fucked up and got cursed as well as locking up a whole dimension. When Nightmare first arrived, he teamed up with the two of them to try and reverse the curse and get back to The Dark, and it sort of worked, but then they screwed up more. In The Dark are something sort of similar to a type of fungus called sculk growths. Nightmare was a btich and wouldn’t let me see what he managed to collect, Aven is scatterbrained and also literally a ghost, so he couldn’t do much. That left Cerus, but I haven’t had much luck with him.”

“Why not go to The Dark yourself? My uncle opened it back up when he became admin here.”

“Because I want to be informed before running in there blindly. With how that place was broken, respawns might not work properly. I don’t want to risk my head just like that.”

“Alright.” Grian spoke up. “We can try talking to them. Where do they live?”

“North of spawn. Giant ice temple. Can’t miss it.” Wassa answered, then handed Grian some sort of charm. “Here, use this and it should help with the mycelium if it becomes a problem.”

“Uh, thanks.” Grian replied, stuffing it in his pocket, then left to follow behind Flora and Astrid. For now they would just be heading back to the castle to rest, and possibly also one of them could find Aven and talk with him. But if that didn’t work, then tomorrow, they would speak with Cerus.

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robb-stark · 2 years

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MCU Sharon Headcanons

For Sharon Carter month, and particularly in honor of her birthday today, I wanted to share my headcanons about her character in the MCU. I should clarify that I haven't read any comics with Sharon in them, so this is purely based on the information we have from MCU titles and my own feelings while writing her in the Marvel RP I share with my dear friends @chimerrobang and @thorst. Thank you to them for always being so kind and interested in my interpretations, and I hope you all enjoy reading these! Sharon is such a wonderful character who Emily VanCamp plays beautifully, and I have only grown to love her even more since her return in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

Sharon is all about service. I think she figured out quite early on that she wanted to dedicate her life to helping other people, and once she understood what Peggy's job was, she saw it as an inspiration and a great way to accomplish that goal. We know from Civil War how much Peggy meant to her and also that she encouraged her, e.g. by giving her the thigh holster. I do feel like Peggy would only do this once she saw that Sharon's mind was made up, though, and it was clear what she wanted.

We also know from Civil War that Sharon's mother tried to convince her not to join SHIELD. My interpretation is that Sharon's mom was understandably worried about her daughter's safety, and also didn't/doesn't really understand the world that Sharon wants to go into. She's not related to Peggy, after all, and perhaps she might have been a little hurt that her daughter looked up to her great-aunt so much and didn't seem to think all that much of her.

I feel like Sharon is very active and enjoys the physical parts of her job the most. We've seen her fight more extensively in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier and she fights quite like Peggy; she's scrappy and will use whatever is nearest to her as a weapon. I also think she enjoys other physical activities, some of which she learned for her job and others that she learned for fun, like ice skating and dancing.

Following on from the above, I think Sharon's least favorite part of her job is going undercover when it means she has to charm other people. She's very good at it, as we see in Winter Soldier, but I don't think it's a gift she has. I see her as naturally quite an introverted person and I think she has had to work very hard to present herself an extrovert.

Overall, I believe Sharon has gotten to where she has mostly through hard work as opposed to natural talent. I do think she's very smart but I also think she's very dedicated and will work at something until she excels at it. We know from Civil War also that achieving things on her own merits is important to her, which seems to be why she never told anyone she and Peggy were related.

Sharon really seems to love her work and has a very practical attitude towards its importance. She doesn't seem to feel any kind of guilt in deceiving Steve when she was pretending to be Kate, and when he mentions it she even reiterates to him that she was doing her job. I think Sharon can see from point A to point B faster than most people, and she will choose the option that will be the most helpful. In other words, I think she'd rather fix the problem than spend too much time worrying too much about the feelings of those involved, which I could see as being both an advantage and a disadvantage depending on the circumstance.

That said, I think Sharon's actions in Civil War, both in helping Steve locate Bucky and in stealing the shield and wings for Steve and Sam, demonstrate to me that she is someone with a very well-defined personal moral compass. As much as she loves her job, she is willing to put it at risk once she realizes that helping Steve is the right thing to do. In general, I imagine her having a very good grasp on what she believes to be right and wrong.

As an extension of the ways in which Sharon helps people, I imagine her to be the kind of person who will always go above and beyond, especially for the people she cares about. For example, I think she always knows what gifts to buy for her friends and plans them out months in advance. I see her as a planner overall, which is helpful to her in the field, but can prevent her in other situations from enjoying herself because she spends too much time overthinking. I also see her as a grounded and grounding presence; someone who would know exactly what to do if someone was having a panic attack, for example.

I view Sharon as quite an idealist, who then trips up when things don't quite live up to her expectations. I think this was partly the issue when it came to Steve; she must have heard so much about him from Peggy and had so many expectations of him, then when he showed up at first he actually was everything she had imagined him to be. Then, he seemed interested in her, and then he kissed her, but after that I imagine she would probably have felt quite hurt when he disappeared from her life and she seemingly wasn't good enough for Captain America.

On the subject of her romantic life, I think Sharon leans towards being demisexual. This is more of an intuition I have but I think it fits with how she fell for Steve, which only seemed to happen after she got to know him better and had more of an emotional bond with him. I also don't think Sharon has had that many romantic involvements in her life, mostly because I think her job is always at the forefront.

Unless she turns out to be a Skrull, which I guess is possible, I think Sharon in Madripoor in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier could be read as a Sharon who is putting on a lot of bravado. Her time on the run could definitely have disillusioned her, but I think the way she acts is also partly due to the fact that she had to put on this cold, detached front in order to survive. My belief and my hope is that there is still some of who Sharon used to be buried under all those layers, and that we'll get to see it again.

#Sharon Carter #Sharon Carter Month #Marvel #MCU #Meta

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Wait. No, wait, I just-I just had a thought, op.

About new chapter, all the new information we've learned about OFA, and how quirkless Bakugou theory is still an option. Or if not him, someone else.

Okay so in this chapter it's practically confirmed that, well, OFA needs a quirkless successor in order to keep on running around without "hippity hippity I'm gonna destroy your body" the next in line person, right.

Okay, cool. Which is why, by lucky chance, Izuku got the real deal "safely" in a way of speaking.

Remember how there's still one "quirk the heck out of someone" bullet on shigarakis possession? One or two, which we were able to see during the war arc but just-I weren't used?

Panels arent drawn just for fun you know, if those bullets were put there for us to see, it means that something could still be under the wraps.

What if- what if someone is shoot quirkless, and THEN OFA is passed to them without all the dying risk and what not?

We already know that the second bnha movie was one of the ideas that could have been the end of it, right? What if the ending that will happen isn't that far off from the movie ending?

What if OFA is passed to someone quirkless, after all? Someone who's been made quirkless via the bullet?

What if!

I honestly wouldn't be too sad if Izuku ended up quirkless all over again. He could make big changes, even that way. In fact, it would be something if be very happy about. Breaking stereotypes, making a change as not what society expects of him, but as him, period.

What if all those analysis he's written over the years and keeps writing, will actually play an important part again? He could become a different kind of hero.

Anyway, these are my thoughts at the moment. What do you think? Is it a far stretched idea or-?

I should probably clarify that a huge chunk of my enthusiasm for the quirkless!Bakugou theory was based on my erroneous assumption that Bakugou was still obsessed with comparing his progress to Deku’s, and hadn’t moved past that mindset. this was based on the “I can’t afford to stay a loser” scene from chapter 275, one of the few times we actually got to see his thought bubbles.

at the time, it seemed to me like he was still overly preoccupied with not losing to Deku, which seemed to indicate his inferiority complex was still alive and well even after all of his recent character growth. this came as a surprise to me, because up until that point I’d been assuming that Deku VS Kacchan 2, his remedial course bonding with Todoroki, and his internship with Endeavor had all helped him to mature and move past this already. so I started wondering if this meant it was going to take something much more drastic to finally shift him out of that mindset. and since there were already hints that something big was going to happen to him in this arc, along with hints that the quirk-be-gone bullets would play a role in the fight, I connected the wrong dots and arrived at the wrong conclusion.

instead of losing his quirk, Katsuki wound up getting stabbed instead. instead of the bullets being used on him, they were used on Aizawa, who ended up losing his leg. but most importantly, it turned out that Katsuki actually wasn’t in need of any course correction with his character development after all. the obsession with keeping up with Deku didn’t stem from a fear of being inferior to him -- it stemmed from Katsuki’s growing fear that something might happen to Deku. it stemmed from his desire to protect him.

turns out, I badly underestimated just how far this kid had come. I ought to have seen this coming, but honestly? the character development in 284 is so spectacular that even now it almost feels like wish fulfilment. it’s everything I ever wanted, really. and so I didn’t anticipate it because it didn’t feel realistic to hope for so soon, I guess. it’s almost too good to be true.

but it happened! and then 285 happened after. so at that point, there was really no reason for me to want quirkless!Bakugou after all. for me, it was always about the character development, and it turned out Kacchan didn’t need that. he was one step ahead of me.

so, while I do still think it would have been an interesting thing to explore, at this point the story has moved in an entirely different direction and I no longer feel like this development would fit well with the current storyline. Kacchan’s arc now is all about reconciling with Deku and working towards his atonement. and of course, helping to defeat AFO, and becoming the number one hero.

BUT, all that said, the quirk-be-gone bullets potentially being used to pass OFA on to someone else is a very intriguing idea. just in general, that’s something I hadn’t considered before, and I always like reading theories I haven’t considered before. as far as I’m aware though, Tomura still has the remaining bullets, so without them there’s no other way of removing someone’s quirk, save for AFO. and honestly, even if the heroes did somehow find a way to part someone from their quirk, I don’t think the story is moving away from the “Deku is the final wielder of OFA” angle at this point. that was the whole point of introducing the “only quirkless people can use it without dying” twist in the first place, after all.

so as far as “what do you think”, I don’t really see Bakugou or anyone else losing their quirk at this point in the story. I do like the irony of the concept, though. if Heroes Rising hadn’t come out, I think it could have made a very entertaining ending. just the idea of Tomura/AFO shooting someone with a bullet and being all “HA HA NO QUIRK FOR YOU”, not realizing they’ve created the perfect opportunity for Deku to be all “oh perfect, thank you!” and pass on OFA in order to unleash the shiny Super Saiyan double team attack lol. so yeah, although I don’t anticipate it happening, it’s an interesting Chekhov’s gun that I hadn’t even realized existed, so thank you for the ask!

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First Time

Commissioned by: @mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I hope you enjoy!!!

"..It won't be weird, you know? It's just one bestfriend, helping out another best friend to bring up his confidence and lose his virginity." Minhyuk says, clearing his throat awkwardly while avoiding eye contact.

"Might me momentarily awkward." You fake cough. "But really, Minnie, if you can't even look me in the eye and ask me to sleep with you, how are you actually going to do it? We've been friends for 8 years, I've seen a lot and this would be nothing." You snicker, rolling your eyes.

"Because it's intimate." He harshly whispers.

Your cheeks turn bright red at his embarrassment. This is the man you've been in love with for the last 7.5 years. The man who has yet to lose his virginity at the age of 24, the man who gets embarrassed when talking about sex. You shouldn't love him, but you do, with everything you have.

"When did you have in mind?" You groan, but internally you're excited. You wont lie, there's a part of you that's terrified to do this. What if things become weird between the two of you, or everything gets ruined? Is it a chance you're willing to take?

Absolutely. You'd felt on occasions that Minhyuk might have shown some kind of signs of liking you back but you need to be convinced enough to admit your feelings to him. Maybe now this was your chance?

"Tonight. 8pm, don't be late and don't show up hammered either." He chuckles. A part of you knows he's joking but yet the other part, a much larger part knows he's being dead serious too. There have been more times than you'd like to admit where you showed up drunk to important events. You didn't like being nervous and alcohol soothed your nerves.

"Don't worry, I'll be sober." You yell as Minhyuk walks out of your apartment.

You had to be painfully sober for this if it was going to happen correctly. You couldn't afford any mistakes, it was now or never for Minhyuk to know how you felt.

You stare at the countdown on your phone as the time gets closer to 8pm.

7:58pm

Take a deep breath.

7:59pm

Knock on the door.

You raise your hand, preparing to knock on the door but it won't move anymore. Maybe this is a mistake? Sleeping with your bestfriend is usually not the smartest idea, especially when it comes to keeping a friendship. These things tend to never end well, but on the other hand, do you really want to suffer for how many more years of being in love with him and him not knowing. Then you run the risk of him finding someone else, falling in love and you watching him be happy and live a life that should have been with you but instead it's with someone else.

Knock

You weren't willing to chance it. You needed to know if you could have that life, your dream of happily ever after. It was a possibility that was so close.

"Hey." Minhyuk smiles as he opens the door. You walk into his apartment, his living room is cluttered with lit candles, the lights dim. Laid on the table were two glasses along with a bottle of wine, you hoped was for you.

"What happened to sober?" You ask, nodding your head towards the wine.

"Ease the nerves, not get black out drunk." He laughs. "Come sit." He smiles, patting the cushion on the couch next to him.

Quietly, you sit down, placing your purse on the floor before laying your jacket across the arm of the couch. You're wearing a small black dress, with something special underneath for Minhyuk. A sexy red piece of lingerie, his favorite colour.

"Would you like a glass?" He asks. Eagerly you nod your head, feeling less weird now that you're here.

The entire time you had been thinking about it, you had failed to remember that this was Minhyuk's first time, but not yours. You were going to have to take the reins, show him what to do and how to do it. If anyone was going to be nervous, it would be him.

Minhyuk hands you a glass of wine, with what you could only describe as a droplet inside. "The fuck?" You question, looking from the wine to him. "Is this? What do I do with this? I need more, please." You finish holding your glass out in front of you.

"No getting drunk." Minhyuk warned. "One glass to ease yourself, that's what was said." He tells you.

"Uh yes a glass, not half a splash, don't be cheap." You smile.

Minhyuk groans as he pours you now half a glass, as well as himself. He and you down it in one gulp.

"Okay. So.." you begin before he cuts you off.

"Come here and sit on my cock, baby. Let me spit in your eye." Minhyuk grunts in a weird deep voice, causing you to choke on your own spit.

"What?" You ask.

"Is that not what they say? I've watched a lot of porn you know, Y/N. I do know a thing or two." He smirks.

"You know a thing or two.. from the unrealistic porn that's like super over dramatic and not very real?" You point out. "Also, what kind of porn are you watching?"

"I.. well.." he stutters before you wave him off.

"I don't want to know." You laugh as you get yo and walk towards him.

Minhyuk stands up, facing you. Your head is pounding while your heart races as you think about the fact you're going to kiss him right now. You wondered if it would be weird, or if he's thought about kissing you?

You stand in front of him, looking him in the eye as you slowly lean forward, your eyes eventually drifting to his lips instead.

You finally close your eyes as you press your lips against his, waiting for him to laugh or push you away. But he didn't. Instead he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in closer. Your mouth moves in sync with his, as he slides his tongue into your mouth in one swift try.

You have to admit, you're impressed with his kissing skills, considering he hasn't had much practice.

"Now what?" He kind of murmurs, his lips barely leaving yours while not even opening his eyes.

"We need to undress. So take mine, and I'll unbutton yours." You tell him.

Minhyuk reaches his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it behind him onto the floor.

"Nice." He chuckles, staring at your tits while you unbutton his shirt.

Once you slide it from his body, you tell him to take off your bra.

"Uh." He mumbles as his hands stay in the air, unsure of where to go, or how to do it.

"And you've claimed to watch a lot of porn." You scoff. "In the back. The clasp."

"Ah yes. Well they usually already have titties bouncing when I arrive to watch, so.." he tells you, unclasping your bra with one hand on the first try. "Boom." He shouts.

"Beginners luck." You scoff.

"Now what?" He asks.

"Now, most girls enjoy this, but sometimes you might want to wait for them to tell you to do it unless you know they like it. Suck." You say, pointing down at your breast.

Minhyuk smirks just a bit before he cups your breast and lowers his head, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking.

"Mhm." You moan.

Minhyuk can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

He let's go with a pop, your face showing just how horny you were now.

"Pants off." You say, pulling down your yoga pants while Minhyuk scrambles to discard his jeans.

The two of you head over to the bedroom where you lay down on the bed and Minhyuk just stands there.

"Is it fucking time?" He asks.

"Foreplay. You need to fool around for a bit before you get to it unless it's a quickie, but we aren't doing that." You tell him.

"So not like the porns. They just get right to it." He sighs.

"Again, not real. Get down here." You tell him. "You can either rub my clit or lick my pussy, your choice. Most times the girl will tell you what they want." You say.

"What do you want." He asks.

"Lick my pussy." You say, spreading your legs.

Minhyuk gets settled in between your legs, spreading your lips with his fingers before giving a few kitten licks.

"Don't be afraid too…" you begin before Minhyul wraps his lips around your clit and begins sucking.

"Oh god." You cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. You weren't entirely sure what he was doing to you but it felt phenomenal. "Two fingers.." you moan but he was one step ahead of you, already inserting two fingers inside you.

"Shit. Fuck. Yes, just like that." You cry, arching your back.

Minhyuk hadn't realized how good it would make him feel to see someone squirming under him, moaning his name like that. Now he just wanted to rail you.

"Stop. Stop stop." You cry. Minhyuk lifts his head and pulls his fingers out of you, looking at you like he had done something wrong. "I don't want to cum yet." You explain.

He understood, but not really.

"On your back." You demand. "Have you ever had your dick sucked?" You ask.

He shakes his head no.

Excellent.

You pull his boxers from his body, throwing them somewhere across the room. You're impressed by the length and width of his cock, a very good size.

Licking your lips, you bend your head down, shoving his cock down your throat.

"Holy fuck." He yells, his legs twitching. "Fuck." He grunts.

You place your hand on the base of his cock, pumping him while you swirl your tongue around the tip, causing him to moan loudly while you lick up some pre cum.

"Please stop, but don't stop, but stop." He groans.

"Which one is it?" You ask, taking a small break.

"If you don't stop I will cum." He admits.

"Okay, so.." you begin but are cut off.

"Now it's fucking time." Minhyuk excitedly says.

"What position?" You ask.

"Uhh.. regular? You know, normal.." he mumbles.

"Missionary? Cow girl? Doggy? Reverse cowgirl?" You ask, just naming off a few.

"Doggy?" He asks. You nod your head and get onto all fours, putting your head onto the mattress.

"Yeah that's right." He grunts. "You gonna take my cock like the whore you are? Dirty fucking slut..face..slut" He says, landing a hard smack on your ass.

"What the fuck." You partially laugh.

"Is that not okay?" He wonders.

"Make sure whoever you're fucking is okay with being called names. Personally I love it, but also have confidence. Slut face slut? Not your finest." You tell him.

"Fair enough." He agrees, clearing his throat. He lines his cock up with your pussy before slowly pushing himself into you.

"Oh.. holy.. shit.. so tight." He moans as he enters you fully. "Feels.. amazing." He grunts, tightly gripping onto your hips.

"Now fuck me." You whine, grinding yourself against him.

Minhyuk slowly pulls himself out of you before pushing back in, moaning loudly each time.

"Faster." You groaned, and needed him to slam himself into you.

"I don't want to hurt you." He whispers.

"I'll tell you if I'm hurting or not, until then rail me hard." You say.

It was like a switch inside Minhyuk was flicked. He began to pound his cock into you, his nails and fingertips digging into your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises.

"God yes" you cry. "Pull my hair."

Without hesitation, Minhyuk grabs a clump of your hair, yanking your head back as he continues to ram you.

When he let's go, your head hits the mattress once again. You reach down in between your legs to rub your clit while you have your ass as high in the air as you can for Minhyuk.

Without you needing to ask, he lands another hard smack on your ass, sending shivers down your spine.

"You like that, baby?" He grunts, fucking you raw.

You liked it even more when he called you baby.

"Yes." You moan.

"Yes what?" He snaps.

You'd never pictured him as a daddy type, but then again you never really know.

"Yes daddy." You moan.

"Fuck do I love that. Good little cock whore." He grunts. "You gonna cum for me?" He asks.

"Shit. Yes daddy." You cry out, your fingers rubbing fast allowing your orgasm to come quickly.

"Cum baby, cum for me." He yells and you do. As your orgasm washes through your body, you cry out while your body shakes and Minhyuk fucks you harshly, chasing his own high.

"I'm gonna cum." He grunts.

"Cum inside me." You cry out, just as he cums, filling your pussy up with his warm cream.

"Oh my god. Fuck." He grunts as he slowly thrusts himself into you, spilling everything he has inside of him.

"That was.. wow." You huff, laying in his bed, side by side.

"I have a confession." He breathes. "There's a reason why I haven't fucked anyone "

"What?" You ask, nervously.

"I've been waiting for the right time to ask you.. because I've only wanted you but you were with Jooheon or whatever. So I waited." He admits.

"Why did you wait?" You ask.

"Because I've loved you for years, and I wanted my first time to be with you. I love you." He tells you, turning his head to look at you.

"I love you too." You whisper.

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