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everything i wanted CH1

It’s a Date.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Robot!Stark!Reader

Words: 4.4k

A/n: The pacing seems kinda rushed, but trust me, it’ll work out. This chapter is setting stuff up. Feedback is appreciated! Requests are open! Shoot me a message if you want to be in the taglist for the new chapters!

STORY:

Being a teenager was hard. It was even harder when you were never allowed outside of the famous Avengers Tower. You’ve been stuck here for 15 years. Every time you asked to go out and do anything relatively normal, your dad always shot you down. He almost seemed paranoid, like the very second you left, a meteor would fall from the sky and crush you.

Implausible, you thought, but not impossible. You haven’t brought it up in a while, because you knew your dad must’ve been getting so tired of hearing it. But you just wanted to go outside…. You can always see kids walking home, or to a deli shop with their friends and backpacks. They always looked so happy and looked like they were telling good stories.

You wanted that. You wanted friends, but all you had was an old tattered rabbit named Cuppy. You loved him, and he’s been with you since day one, but, sometimes… His silence was harsh.

You were told to stay out of Tony’s lab, especially today, as he was going to be showing the new recruit the rope, and talk serious business… But you were growing agitated in your room. You pushed yourself off your bed and marched your way to the lab, knowing full well that your dad has strict rules about you being in there, even if there was no important business to attend to.

Somehow, you had mellowed out halfway there, and froze in front of the door. Should you really be mad at him? He only meant well. You froze when you heard voices coming into the living room area, and you panicked, not wanting to confront anyone anymore. You meant to move yourself to sit on the couch, but amidst your anxious state, you tripped over the coffee table and fell face first into the floor.

“Are you okay?” a shocked voice asked, rushing over to you.

“I’m okay,” you said sheepishly.

You turned and saw the prettiest boy in the entire world. Of course, he was the only boy you’ve ever seen your age, but boy, he was still so pretty. You didn’t need a mirror to tell you that your eyes were probably wide and shining, mouth hung open in awe.

He was wearing Edith, the glasses you helped your dad design. You could still tell that behind the blue lenses, his eyes were brown, and his hair matched. he looked like a deer in the headlights for another moment while he helped you up, and then a smile spread across his face. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you felt warm inside. Almost like there were butterflies.

You blinked a few times before looking over his shoulder at your dad, who just had his hand covering his face. Disappointed or in shame, maybe even embarrassment, you weren’t exactly sure.

“I haven’t seen you around..Are you new?”

You stared back at the boy, who was still awkwardly holding your hand, you looked down at your hands before looking back up at him, “N-no, I.. Uhm, I…Live here. I’m.. Uh, Y/n.”

“Oh!” he chirped, “You’re Y/n? I’ve heard so much about you!”

You smiled again, feeling your insides freak out. Golly, he was adorable. People from the outside must be cute, but this boy, holding your hand, looking so gosh darn attractive in those silly glasses… Was the cutest person in the world. Would it be weird to say that? To his face?

“And you are..?”

The boy seemed confused, almost like he didn’t hear what you said, before snapping back to reality, “Oh! I-Yeah, I’m.. Parker- PETER! My name is Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter..” You said kindly, almost like you were an old computer having to reboot. Funny.

Peter realized he was still holding your hand when he heard Tony clear his throat. He immediately retracted them and held them at his sides, and you could’ve swore you saw his cheeks turn red.

“Well, Parker, think it’s time for Happy to take you home?”

“Yeah, right. Of course.” Peter stammered, bumping into the same table to you had just tripped over a moment ago.

“I’ll..” you looked at him, “See you again? Peter?”

He just met you, but he liked how you said his name. It was cute.

“Sure! I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Okay.” you smiled.

You watched Peter leave and you ran to the window up front to watch Happy pull away in the dark car. You were already wondering if Peter was looking at you from the window. What was his favorite snack? Favorite hobby? Does he have friends?

And much like the romantic movies you had stolen from your mom, you rested your cheek on the palm of your hand. This was the part in the movie where the love interests meet.

Tony, who knew too much, and knew how this would play out, had to do everything he could to keep you away from that kid. For your sake. What would Peter think if he found out the truth about you? You didn’t even know what you were..

“So, are we reenacting Romeo and Juliet now?” Tony asked, sarcastically. “Original or Leo DiCaprio?” you asked, not tearing your gaze away from the window.

Tony thought for a second. He furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment before he just said, “No.”

“Why?”

“Come on,” Tony hesitated, what do normal parents do in this situation?

“Yes?”

“Well–….Peter is just…Look-” Tony sighed, he’s never done this before… If that wasn’t obvious enough, “Now, listen.”

“Listening.”

“Peter needs to focus on this internship thing.”

“Being Spider-Man isn’t an internship. It’s a full time job.”

“Y/n.”

You turned to look at your dad, “Dad, c'mon, how long did you expect me to play dumb? I know everything around this … house.” You paused, “I guess, technically, to me, it would be a house.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Dad, we live here. I’ve never left here..” You thought about it, “Guess it’s more like a prison.”

Tony crossed his arms, a bit offended. The tower wasn’t a prison. It was a safe haven. He had it built for everyone he cared about to take refuge in.

You turned your attention back out the window, crossing your arms on the window sill and resting your chin on them. You looked down at the lights and winding streets below with longing. Why couldn’t you be where all the normal people were? Why did you have to be some sort of caged bird?

Tony opened his mouth to say something, sarcastic probably, but you cut him off, “Am I sick?”

“What? Heavens, no.”

“Is there…Something wrong with me?”

“No..”

“Then why can’t I go outside and be normal? Why do I have to stay in? Or on the Towers yard? That’s not very fair…”

Tony knew this was going to happen. Yet, even knowing that, he hadn’t prepared himself to handle it. He was hoping you’d just never actually question why. What the hell was he supposed to say?

“It’s complicated.”

“You always say that.”

Pepper, to everyone’s surprise, stepped in, “What he means is..”

You glanced at her when she took a seat next to you and fixed your hair, “He’s just afraid of you getting hurt.”

You huffed, “That’s normal, though.”

“Maybe so…But, doesn’t mean we want it to happen.”

You figured the conversation was going to go in circles. It always did. You’d beg to go outside, into town, something. They’d promise you that they’d tak about it, but they never did. Rinse, repeat. Your mom took your silence personally this time.

She never said it, but it always hurt to have to pretend like she didn’t know why you couldn’t be normal. Part of her wanted Tony to just DO something about it. Even if his choice would hurt. In all honesty, you were never meant to stick around this long, but everyone got so attached… Tony was so proud of what he’d done, but now, Pepper seemed to be regretting it. She loved you, and that was the problem.

It felt wrong, almost. It felt so cruel to string something as innocent as you along with their cruel game of house. She and Tony played the roles of mom and dad, even though, deep down, they knew that it couldn’t stay that way forever. How would they explain what was happening when they were old and dying, and you remained 15?

How were they supposed to explain that you weren’t even a real kid? They figured you’d realize when you remembered that you’ve never eaten anything before. You’ve never gone swimming, obviously… But you always chalked this things up to different excuses. Some super powered alien. A special human who just never gets hungry.. Always something.

Pepper would lay awake at night, wondering if…You knew what you were, and maybe you were playing your part too. She wondered what it was like for you. Had Tony programmed you to actually love? Or were you just a super computer that just… Knew what to do. How awful this life turned out to be.

A life was created out of nothing, to fill a huge void, when in reality, they should’ve just adopted. But Tony knew that would’ve been wrong as well, seeing as the name ‘Stark’ would’ve pushed them to the very top of the list, moving parents who’ve been on the waiting lists for God knows how long. And Tony thought he’d humor himself.

There was no way he could make an AI THAT advanced. He swore he’d never do that again after the whole Ultron incident. But Tony has never kept his word, so, it was easy to go against it. It started as a joke, but then he stopped sleeping for days at a time. He became obsessed with finishing what he started.

He thought about all the things he’d do with the child he created. He’d take them to the park, to the library, hell, to the moon if they wanted to go. But all that changed when he actually finished the thing. What if someone who wanted to destroy him got a hold of the code?

It could be the end of the world. Maybe people would think Tony was some sort of freak for playing God and creating life from digital files and spare parts. He wound up deleting the code after everything was complete. No even saving it to a back up drive or anything. You were a one and only type of deal. If anything were to happen to you, it would be permanent.

So he kept you inside. Nobody would hurt you. Nobody would use you. You couldn’t get broken… You’d be okay. You’d be just fine, he thought. Guess he was wrong. That’s a first.

Both of them were so lost in thought, that they hadn’t notice you leave the room. You had gone to your bedroom, almost like routine. You crawled into bed, thinking about everything.

You remembered the one time you overheard your Aunt Natasha and Uncle Bruce talk about the fair that was down at the pier. They were talking about it to Steve and Bucky, who had never gone to try any of that type of thing. They had left in the evening to go, and you remember watching from your bedroom window.

You remember the big wheel with lights. It looked so small from where you were, but you were still hypnotized by it. You could see the rides that spun and carried people up in the air.. You wanted to go. You wanted to know what real fun was like.

You recounted another time of disappointment. You dad had promised to take you to Europe, because him and your mom had business there, so they promised that Happy could take you sight seeing. He even bought you a camera. But they left without you. You remember asking why you couldn’t go… “Change of plans, kiddo.”

And what about the time they had to fight Uncle Loki and the aliens? You helped as much as you could, and you had even showed off the mini iron suit you had built in your free time. What did you dad say? “No, you have to stay put.”

You remember destroying that suit. What was the point in having it if you couldn’t put it to use? Why did they always do this to you? Normally you’d let it go, but, after meeting Peter, you wondered why you couldn’t be like him.

You shut your eyes, forcing yourself to just cut it out. They weren’t bad people. They obviously loved you. They wouldn’t keep you around if they didn’t. You relaxed a little and everything just kinda slipped away as you fell asleep.

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The weeks were passing rather fast, but that didn’t seem to bother you anymore. You had a friend now. You and Peter had started a new, exciting routine.

Everyday, even if he didn’t have “intern” work with your dad, he’d find himself in your room. Activities changed from day to day. Some days you’d talk about what Peter did at school, or you’d help him with his homework.

Much like the cliche’d movies you loved so much, you found yourself wanting to be with Peter as much as possible. He never ceased to make you smile.. He always laughed at your jokes, and you laughed at his. It felt right.

“Oh!” Peter exclaimed, pulling his beat up phone out of his pocket, “Ned and I finished our lego Death Star set yesterday.”

“Ned?” you tilted your head like a confused puppy, “Lego?”

“You don’t know what Legos are?”

“The..” you paused for a moment, “Building blocks?”

“Yeah!” he smiled so sweetly, “Don’t tell me…you’ve never been allowed to have a lego set.”

You looked around your room, “I’ve never had one, no. Pretty sure my dad would think it’s a waste of time.”

“I’ll bring you one tomorrow. We can build it together!”

Together? A real project..?

“That would be really,” what did the cool kids say, “Groovy.”

Peter let out a little laugh again, “Groovy!”

You peeked over at his phone, “So, who is Ned?”

“Oh! He’s my friend! I’ve known him – Since forever, really.“

“That’s a long time.”

“You’ll have to meet him sometime.”

“I’d like that. Could always use more friends– N-not that… You’re not enough. You’re plenty- I mean, you’re…” you rubbed your arm nervously, “I mean you’re pretty cool.”

Peter put his phone away and lightly elbowed you, “Thought you’d say I was groovy.”

“I sense that you’re making fun of me. Does..Is groovy even a thing anymore?”

“It is now.”

You weren’t sure what to bring up now, so you shuffled through your mental index cards, but you came up with nothing. You two sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence while Peter shuffled through his text books and skimmed his notes.

“Sorry that I don’t have much to talk about,” you said in unison.

You both looked a bit surprised and flustered at each other, your cheeks turning red as you both giggled.

“It’s fine,” again, you both said, “Sorry.”

You both laughed. How silly this must seem to both of you.

“That doesn’t normally happen,” Peter smiled at you, “It’s alright. I don’t mind if it’s quiet.”

You moved closer to him and looked at his notes. his handwriting looked just as cute as he did. That didn’t surprise you at all. Peter got his phone out again and put on some music.

You’d never heard most of the songs he listens to. There was the occasional Led Zepplin, Queen or even AC/DC in the mix, but some of the songs were newer. Outside what your dad blares over every speakers in the tower, so his “creative flow” doesn’t get interrupted if he leaves his lab, you didn’t really bother with music. Of course, there were the rare times where you’d sit with your mom in the living room area and you enjoyed her music while she read. She was much more of a classical music type of woman. She enjoyed Tony’s music, but would often complain that it’s too loud, or it’s just noise. She did it just to rile him up a bit, mostly.

“Don’t mind most of these. Ned likes to add to the list.”

You’re learning a lot about Ned through the songs he’s obviously picked. You slumped against the side of your bed and looked at the ceiling. Peter noticed and immediately went rummaging through his backpack.

You were a bit startled when a light, papery item was dropped into your lap. You looked down at it.

“What is.. it?” you asked, innocently.

“A comic book.” he replied, “C'mon… Really? You haven’t read a comic book?” You looked at Peter, and then down at the thin book, picking it up and opening it. Covered was much too dark for your tastes. Batman? Seemed a bit too…gruesome, didn’t it? Half man? Half Bat???

“I’ve heard of them, but, never got to look at one.” You said, flipping it open and reading over the first page.

“Well,” Peter started, setting his book aside and taking one side of the book, “This is about a guy named Bruce Wayne, but he’s actually Batman.”

“Gross.“

Peter adjusted your hand, and you weren’t sure if it was intentional, but your fingers were touching, and you were no longer staring at the book, or even hearing what Peter was saying. You were looking at him.

”-And that’s why he became Batman- But, I mean, if you want to read about it, I have the rest at home. My Uncle Ben collected them, so I have boxes full.“

“I think I’d like it.”

Peter had never looked so thrilled in his life. You wondered if that meant something, he was Spider-man after all. You still had so much to learn, but, a chime from his phone let him know that it was time for him to leave for the day. It got harder and harder watching him go, knowing that you had to stay behind. You felt like a lost puppy in that aspect. Everything became so mundane without him around, and that’s saying something.

You days were now spent waiting at the window for Peter. You learned the schedule. Based on what the internet told you, most schools got out at 3:15ish. And depending on how Peter gets here, it takes anywhere from 15-30 minutes. So if he arrived later than 4:00, you worried a little

But, much like clockwork, you saw the boy arrive right on time. And just as promised, Peter brought a lego set and more comic books the next day. It almost felt like Christmas. He welcomed himself in and the two or you went to your room, again, much like routine.

You eagerly took the lego box from him while he set the stack of comic books on your computer desk. He watched you examine the box, and he had to be honest, it must’ve been a little weird, but.. He liked you. You were pretty cool. Most girls think the stuff he likes is weird or stupid or childish.

“A rocket ship?” you turned the box over and sat on the floor, “How exciting!“

Peter joined you a moment later, helping you carefully open all the little packages. “Yeah, Ned and I never got around to this one. I was planning on getting rid of it, but, I figured you’d enjoy it.”

You looked at all the little pieces that were scattered on your floor. You felt so.. Happy. You were so excited to finally do something normal.

Peter picked up the instruction booklet and opened it, “Now, this is going to take awhile, but let’s start at step one.”

“What is step one?”

“Find this piece.” Peter showed you the picture, “And it looks like we’ve made a mess.”

You looked at the picture again, and then at all the pieces, and almost as if it was an automatic response, you over excitedly snatched the correct piece off the floor, “Found it!”

Peter, who looked a tad bit afraid at your enthusiasm, chuckled weakly, “Good job! Now the next piece.”

“And we just keep doing this?”

“Yep. We find the pieces, then we snap them together until the rocket is done.”

“This is the greatest thing I have ever done.” you whispered in amazement as you looked for the next piece.

Peter snorted and helped you put the pieces together. The cycle repeated until half the rocket was done and Peter decided it was time for a break. He shimmied over to your desk and took a comic book off of it.

You crawled over and joined him, “Is it the Batman again?”

“Of course.”

“Why is he called that, he’s not even a bat…Seems, incorrect to me.”

“Because he hates bats.”

“Why would he name himself after something he hates?”

“Well, technically, he’s afraid of them. So, he wants people to fear him.”

“Oh,” you said, “I get it.”

You didn’t get it.

Peter handed you the book, and you decided to actually read everything and not just skim it. You had to admit, whoever drew it did a pretty good job. You could already tell there was going to be a lot of drama.

“And if you can’t stand the books– There’s some movies too.”

You didn’t lift your eyes from the papers, “You think we could watch them together?”

You then remembered the bits in the movies where that would be an invitation to a date.

“I mean like.. You could.. Tell me stuff about.. Things.”

“Sure!” Peter replied, “I’d love to-” he started laughing, “Tell you stuff about things.”

“You’re making fun of me again.”

“That’s what friends do, Y/n.” he couldn’t stop chuckling.

“Friends?”

You had figured you two were friends, but you couldn’t have been sure. There were always people in the movies would who pretend to be nice.

“Yeah, we’re friends. Aren’t we?”

“Yeah..”

“Kinda surprised you’d want to be friends with someone like me,” you two had, once again, said in unison.

“We got to stop doing that.” Peter said.

“Why are you surprised?”

“Well, I mean, you’re you and I’m.. Me.”

“You’re so cool, though.” you said softly, lowering the book, “Like, you know all this cool stuff! And, hey, you like hanging out with boring ol’ me.”

“I don’t think you’re boring.”

“No?”

“Nah.” he replied, looking over at you, “If you were boring I’d be taking a nap.”

“Hey,” you chimed, looking away from the comic book and over at him, “Do…You think.. We could …”

How would you ask the rest? Could we hang out somewhere else? Not like the living room, but.. Outside? Your place? Is that creepy??

You awkwardly looked down at the comic book, “Ah, it’s dumb.”

“I won’t think it’s dumb. I swear.”

“I was going to ask if maybe.. You’d want to hang out somewhere else. Like.. The park? I…I’ve never been to a park before.”

“You’ve never been to a park?” Peter didn’t seem to think you were serious, until he realized that every time he has seen you, it’s always been here. It wouldn’t seem so weird to anyone who knew you, this was your home after all. But he also realized that you’d never once asked to go somewhere else.

“Oh,” he said after a minute or two, “Yeah! We can totally go to a park!”

“What’s a park like, anyways?” You look at Peter, “All the movies I’ve seen make them seem like… Fun places.”

“Guess you’ll find out tomorrow, huh?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah! After school, of course!“

Oh boy, you didn’t have a lot of time to ask your parents. You knew your mom would definitely let you, but your dad? Whole ‘nother story. You could also just messed with the security system a bit and sneak out.. Because you’ve never told anyone, but you rewired a few security features back to your room. You had found a "super secret’ panel behind your bookshelf, so using your Stark brain, you may have broken a few of your dads rules.

It’s nothing major, just…Y'know, you have the ability to disable the cameras, Friday, JARVIS, and the alarms in just your room. Needless to say but you had thought about running away just to be able to get out, so, maybe you can just skip asking your dad and be spontaneous for once.

"What park would we go to?”

“Uuuuh…” Peter looked around for a piece of paper and a pen and he gathered some, scribbling down a name, “It’s near where I live- Few blocks, actually.”

He handed you the paper, and your fingers had touched again, so you were convinced that he was doing it on purpose. You felt that fuzzy feeling again.. Maybe you were getting sick. Was that bad? That’s never happened before. Peter looked at his phone, “I should probably get going! But, hey- Uh, if you want..”

You over to him again, “Yeah?”

“Maybe, again, if you want, I could take you for a swing around New York too.”

“Sight seeing with Spider-Man?”

“Sure! If you wanna call it that…” Peter began to ramble, “I mean, it’s more like your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man doing a favor for a–��

“Like a date?” you cut in, tone laced with curiosity and innocence. You felt oddly brave for some reason.

you watched as Peter clamped his mouth shut and his face turned bright red as he tried to find the right words to use. He just looked over at you and nodded shyly.

“Like a date,” he said quietly after a moment of thinking.

You both chuckled about it, Peter’s more out of nervousness than anything else. You stood up with Peter and walked him to the door, seemingly talking about nothing and everything all at the same time.

“So… It’s a date?” he asked, sounding like he needed confirmation that he wasn’t dreaming.

“It’s a date.” you replied sweetly, leaning on the door as he walked outside. He waved to you with a huge grin, and you waved back, like a love sick puppy. As soon as you shut the door, it dawned on you that you just did that. You asked Peter B. Parker on a date. After talking about being friends, you jumped the gun and asked him out…Technically, you literally asked him out- But.. Oh boy, you’ve really out done yourself this time.

You turned around to go back to your room, and you jumped when you saw your dad standing a few feet away, arms crossed. He didn’t look happy.

“A date… Huh?”

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brella-boi · 5 years

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-Chili-

Chili isn’t necessarily an inkling you’d like to meet. He was raised with never ending problems and eventually abandoned because of said problems. You wouldn’t necessarily consider his childhood to be problematic, however it was soul-bearing for a family that perhaps wasn’t prepared.

2 months after Chili hatched he was signed into an orphanage. Abandoned by his young inexperienced parents, born as a female and named as Felicity, he’s spent several months in the orphanage before a caring couple adopted him into their care. He doesn’t remember those few months, and perhaps for the better. By the time he was adopted his tentacles curled into a zig zag pattern from exposure to constant stress. No amount of help from officials straightened them out again and he was left with the deformity.

His adopted family wasn’t anything special, but he was raised as a good child. Top of the class but a nerd nonetheless. His entire life he struggled with chronic fatigue, and it often interfered with his social life that was limited in the first place.

During his teenage years he realised that his gender was harder to deal with as the years went on. Constant bullying from classmates and other attempts from girls to make him fit in spiraled him into depression. One day he broke down and went through with cutting his own tentacles short (ouch) which wasn’t exactly very safe or sanitary. In the end this led his parents to take him seriously and start on his road to transitioning.

Though fairy tales don’t last long, right before he was to finalise the papers, his parents disappeared. They left for a ‘vacation’ and left Chili stranded and on his own with all contact cut off after a while. He struggled for money in turf and ranked to pay off bills (yet not succeeding at all and losing everything), until one day Marie found him and recruited him as Agent 3.

His fighting skills paid off during missions. Promised with getting a house, he no longer bothered to fight in turf. He dedicated his entire time to destroying the Octarian army as a coping mechanism with unhealthy thoughts and emotions. After it was all over he got a small apartment to himself and a restaurant job thanks to Callie and Marie.

He spent two years working as a barista then, he finished off his transition fully without worrying for money, and got more help to deal with his problems. After the two years he returned to the Platoon to assist in training Agent 4. Months later he was sucked into Kamabo Co and met Mint. He has since been affected by Tartar’s parasitic goop and struggles with hallucinations.

After returning to the surface, calming down and trying to better himself as a person, Chili met a long lost sister he never knew he had. With her came the meeting of his blood parents. However he never liked meeting them, pent up rage from everything still pained him inside and he would never forgive them. Julie, however, touched a soft spot in him and he spent time with her whenever she wanted to.

One day after getting a scary call from his sister, he realised that her parents weren’t necessarily as good as they seemed. He realised they didn’t meet the needs of Julie and were rather toxic and even outright abusive. Ever since that day he took Julie away and fought with ‘his parents’ until he gained full custody of Julie.

He’s definitely a bastard, but a bastard with a heart that’s just trying to survive.

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And now for a bunch of useless facts under the cut

Bunch of useless fact about this boy

- His tentacles don’t have the traditional spots, they split into uneven lines that make it look like spots. It’s a birth deformity - His whole right arm has discolored patches from Tartar - Scar on back of head is from Tartar - Doesn’t like said scars - He’s pretty darn chubby but strong. Don’t take him as a weakling - Loves video games - Binges dumb shows until he falls asleep - Still got chronic fatigue - Naps way too often - He can’t cook - So he just eats takeaway all the time - Would fight Julie for the last pizza slice - He actually kept all family photographs but they’re all hidden - He loves bugs a little much - He’s in a group of conservationists for certain bug species - He genuinely enjoys his job and coworkers - Can’t sing for shit - He doesn’t smile or laugh very often if at all - Constant eyebags and droopy eyelids - Tartar goop made his eyesight shit - Has to wear glasses but is ashamed of them - Often forgets said glasses - Wears contacts outside - Often forgets said contacts - Mouth of a sailor - He would honestly do anything for Julie - Or Mint - but he wouldn’t admit it - The ‘tough guy’ act is never ending - Really soft inside and in constant pain - Takes too many meds - Secretly seeks out Mint’s company - Very lonely but won’t admit it - Bitch disease confirmed, he’s too scared others will hurt him after becoming friends so he rarely acts nicely to new people - Will fight almost anyone - He despises what he did in Octo Canyon, he wouldn never admit anything of which he did there to Mint - Memelord - Actually a good dancer - His hair is the soft spot for purrs

#writing this took way toolong #ill draw him showing his scars one day #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon art #inkling #chili #ocs #archive #myart

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theitalianscribe · 5 years

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The First Practice

Part 1 | Part 2 (Coming Soon) | Part 3 (You are here)

Summary: A lot of first meetings. Local anxious gay finds some athletic gays(tm)

The first meeting that Virgil attended of the Cerebrum High School Owls cheer squad had not been what he was expecting. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was expecting; his knowledge of cheer squads came from the Bring it On movies, musical, and non-bring it on use of mean girls on cheer squads in shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That is, he probably expecting a group of impossibly fake white girls subtly talking each other down or a group of athletes obsessed with the sport. Then he bumped into a very short girl with glasses, darkish-blonde hair, and who frantically waved her hands over her heart.

"Err...I am the one who is sorry?" Virgil answered, though it came out in a question. Then he quickly shook his head, pointed to himself, and repeated the motion. She blinked, smiled a little, then ran off. Moments later, she returned with Patton. The girl had a hint of a smile while the older cheer member was grinning. Virgil blinked for a moment. They had different hair color, but something about their faces and freckles seemed close.

She whispered something to Patton's ear and began to bounce on the balls of her feet. That was when he noticed that rather than wearing the typical gym uniform that some of the other students had dawned, her clothes seemed looser and more breathable. She also was wearing a vest and was playing with the strings.

"I see you have met Robin. She is one of the few people that actually asks and is capable of wearing the mascot suit." Roman's voice was both booming and gentle. Robin made several gestures that equated to some form of "okay," and he rose his volume to its typical gusto. "Let's get you introduced to the others. Roll Call!!"

Within seconds, the scattered teens were in a row and standing at attention.

"They call me Patton. I'm small and strong and will hug you to life!" Patton started

"My name is Jeannine, I like space and sports and cats."

"Harper. They/them please. I like spiders and caterpillars and crafting!"

"The name is Lili, not like the flower, please. If you hurt my best friend, I'll kick you in the knees!"

"Lili!!! That is not the introduction we can go with! We'd get disqualified at nationals."

"Also violence is wrong, though I appreciate how much you want to protect my sister."

"Nobody hurts Robin!" The blue-eyed girl protested. She really didn't look like what Virgil would have expected of a cheerleader. Sure, she had the build of an athlete, but the various basketballs and baseball patches sewn to her jacket, on top of the baseball cap, seemed to suggest that she would be more interested in one of the competitive sports.

"Newbies," Jeannine scoffed.

"That was you a year ago," a teen yet to be introduced giggled. This person seemed to be made of cheer, from her sunny smile to the colorful socks and shoes, to the long-outdated sillybands still around her wrists, to the sweater she was wearing in spite of the ensuing workout.

"Name's Mabel, by the way! I'm a Junior. My bro is in the nerd squad.

"Virgil," he returned the hearty shake.

"Ooh! You're cute! Want me to take your measurements?" She asked in what might be interpreted as a sultry voice if the listener or speaker had never heard a sultry voice.

"I...I'm gay," Virgil squeaked.

Understanding spread over Mabel's face. "Ohh! Most of us are," She giggled, "You'll fit right in. I still want to knit you something. I do it for all our new recruits!"

"You don't have to."

"Consider it payment in advance for dealing with her antics," Lili called.

"Did I just come out to all of the Owls?" Virgil asked in a panic.

"No," Lili whispered, "And if you want it to be a secret, we will keep it safe." Both girls made the motion of locking their lips and disposing of the key. "I just got Mabel being extra sense. Trust me, it is better to just accept the gifts. She can be a lot, but she can't help it, so she makes up for it with gifts and nice gestures. Though the shipping is less of a gesture,"

Mabel chuckled nervously. "Let's get to practicing. Romeo! Where are we starting."

"Warm ups!"

After an hour and a half of exercise, introductions, and demonstrations of maneuvers, Virgil found himself collapsing in the grass. Three-fourths of the way through the practice, Robin had reluctantly retired to the bleachers. Lili would hop out of the practice circle to push the water cooler closer to her, attempt breathing exercises, and chatting.

There was a tap at Virgil's shoulder. He turned and was handed his bag. Virgil searched his memory for the sign for, "Thank you." She nodded and Virgil made a mental note to get Logan to tutor him in ASL.

“Sorry, my ASL is r-u-s-t-y,” he signed, sometimes resorting to spelling out the words.

“You don’t need to sign. I can hear. I appreciate it, though.”

“Oh. Does it bother you to hear voices…er that wasn’t meant to be rude…er.”

She smiled and laughed. He could start to see the resemblance. After a moment, she pulled out a phone and started typing.

“Sometimes senses get too high-def,” he read off the screen. “My voice is too loud for me sometimes. It feels easier to sign sometimes. I know it’s dumb and an over complicated solution but.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid. Brains are weird. You found a loophole to yours. Whatever works works.”

She giggled and typed some more, “Romey and Patty say the same thing. Lili doesn’t comment on it, but I think she thinks it’s silly and hates herself for thinking so.”

“You and Lili seem close.”

Robin smiled and whispered, “Yeah. I really like her…Even if she isn’t a cat person.”

It felt like an inside joke, but Virgil found her laughter contagious.

“Hey,” Lili called from where she, Mabel, and Harper were practicing pyramids. “You better not be stealing my best friend.”

Robin signed something that Virgil couldn’t catch. (it was “Nobody could replace you,”)

“Darn right!”

“Language, Lili,” Patton called out.

When the others went back to practicing, Virgil turned back to Robin. “So, owl suit.”

“I like birds and it feels kind of safe in there,” she typed out

“Doesn’t the smell get bad? It must get sweaty in there.”

“Not really,” Robin typed out before grinning. “I use a plug-in.” She whispered

“Wait, like those wall diffuses?”

Robin signed, “Yes.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

Her face melted into horror. “Don’t tell Patton, please!” She typed out.

“I won’t,” he quickly reassured her. Still, those things had glass and chemicals that could irritate the skin. “Why not use air fresheners…oh, too strong. Oh! Tea bags! Those are way softer. Remy puts those in his car so he doesn’t have to buy anything. I think leaves or cinnamon could work too.”

Robin hugged him. “You’re a genius!” She said in the loudest hushed voice. He jumped a little at the sudden contact. She pulled away and looked him in the eyes, “Whoever you like, I will do whatever I can to get you two together…or at least a first date.”

He blinked at that, but she didn’t seem to have more to say on the matter. After an awkward 5 minutes of Virgil watching Roman direct the squad, a phone was maneuvered in front of his face.

“Want to see my pet rats and frog?” it read.

“Sure,” was his immediate and puzzled response.

By the time everyone returned to the bleachers and Patton gratefully accepted the water bottle his sister offered, Virgil had decided that Montgomery and Gregor were angels and that the squad itself wasn’t too bad. He wouldn’t mind attending the next meeting.

#SS Cheer AU #Icy scribes #Virgil Sanders #Patton Sanders #Remy Sanders #Roman Sanders #Lilianne Graham (OC)#Mabel Pines #Robin (oc)#Janeane (OC)#Harper (OC)#Some things will likely change #but it should be noted that Robin is Patton's little sister in this au #Lili Robin and Janeane are OC's from something that doesn't exactly exist yet #and I made up Harper on the spot but I love them #Lili is short for Lilianne

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Nature Trail to Hell Arc IV: Megamart of Darkness (7)

Chapter 7: ATTACK THE WEGMART! ATTACK LIKE YOU WANT TO LIVE!!!

Picture this: You’re a Wegmart greeter; just gotten up for the morning shift. You go through the motions, waving your hand and eating from a bag of whatever it is Wegmart Greeter Guys eat (I suspect its’ the same stuff they feed mall cops), when suddenly, you see something BIG on the horizon, even bigger than the trucks that deliver every physical object known to man to the store. But as far as your hazy mind is concerned, its’ just another day in white walled, air conditioned paradise. As it gets closer, the thing starts to block out the sun, leaving you a tad chilly. Still, you keep the same old routine: smile and wave, wave and smile. After all, you are Wegmart’s Greeter Guy, that makes you immortal, in its’ own way. Still, as it grows nearer, you get a tad nostalgic. You recognize the giant black mass as a choo-choo train, the kind you collected as a kid, except this one is the size of your HOUSE. And at the sides, several squat, waddling figures donning birthday hats are hauling in along with ropes, like they’re carrying some giant birthday present. You recognize the little guys as those cute white-cheeked geese who’re always trying to get in. Still, you know from experience there’s no way some pwecious widdle birds can touch you. After all, to kill you would mean war, a war they could never hope to win! They finally stop when the choo-choo is inches from your face. One of the geese waddles up to you with a post-it-note in its’ mouth. You take the note from it; read it. Since the sun’s so bright and your eyes are still kinda crusty, you have to turn around to do it, so the note faces the light.

We, the citizens of the glorious kingdom of Keystonia, hereby cede our territories to the great and glourious Wegmart Empire! Heil Wegmart!

You roll your eyes at that last part. When you look up again, the geese have gone, leaving just you and the massive hunk of steel and cylinders. Part of you wonders if you should show the thing to your boss. The other part wonders how awesome this thing would look in your garage. While you’re busy fantasizing, scheming, and dreaming (you know, the thing your boss told you never to do), you barely notice as steam starts puffing from the engine’s sides (it does blend in well with the morning fog). And how about that whistle? You can almost hear it!

And too late, you realize how bad you done screwed up. The great black engine lurches forward, too fast for you to react, only halting once it hits your body. For a split second you stand there smiling smugly. You’re the Wegmart Greeter, the company’s most valuable piece of property! This dopey engine can’t touch you!

At least, it can’t until you realize you’re starting to crack around the edges. Behind the engine, a great cloud blackens the sky. At least, what you think it’s a cloud until you realize it’s a flock of birds, more birds than you have ever seen in your lifetime, casting the whole of Wegmart in shadow.

It is the last thing your wrinkly old face will ever see.

. . .

At least, I figure that’s the last thing Greeter Guy ever saw. I couldn’t see because Bokrug and I were stuffed in Baldwin’s smokebox (all part of the plan).

So where was I, again? Right! Raid on Wegmart!

Once we mowed over the Greeter, the sliding doors were a cakewalk by comparison. Not only that, but thanks to Bokrug, we had recruited an army of almost every bird in the state, from blue herons to budgies to even an alligator (who was mostly just there for the free nachos we promised him)! After that was a bit of a different story. The brown baggers, having sensed a disturbance in the Mart, quickly erected a barricade of gallon sized bags of cereal and pet chow between us and the inner aisles. Still, we kept the heat on, even as they started firing their laser scanners at us, then bringing in the RC helicopters loaded with their Shamwow bullets. It wasn’t long before Baldwin started taking heavy damage.

“This…better…land…me…in the New Yorker.” He chuffed and puffed right before a stray penny got lodged in his wheel, causing him to explode into a million pieces.

The brown baggers were started enough to let their guard down. Just what we wanted. Bokrug and I exploded out of the smokebox, me pushing a shopping cart with one hand and the goose riding it the basket like a baby. Speaking of shopping carts, some realized what was going down and decided to join the winning team, acting as mounts for our avian army. As for my free hand, I had it on the trigger of my tommy gun, pumping anyone dumb enough to mess with me full of lead.

“Forward!” The goose honked, so loud it shattered every pane of glass within a mile. “The defenses are breached! Woe is you, fools who would steal our sacred LARPing grounds! For DOOM has come to your establishment!”

And as the final layer of icing on the epicness cake, Bokrug snatched some poor sap’s finger in his beak, tore it off, and swallowed the thing whole! He did this several times, flipping digits into his mouth like they were fishsticks! As for me, I was shooting everything from store clerks to RC helicopters everyday til’ Wednesday, trying my best to make sure not to hit Bokrug. (Not easy, seeing how a million stray laserbeams seemed to be heading our way at once).

At some point, Bokrug snatched my tommy gun away from me.

“Hey!” I cried. What’d you do that for?!”

Several bullets rang out of the tommy gun, hitting several liter bottles of soda. They exploded instantly.

“With all due respect my friend” countered the goose “Your marksmanship is terrible! Who taught you to shoot? Deinonychus?”

As much as I was tempted to snap, I had to hand it to the Bokster: despite lacking any opposable thumbs, he was a much better shot than I was.

Together, we charged down the aisles, leaving a path of destruction in our wake.

I could almost hear a heavy metal band in the distance, goading us on.

“So what exactly are we looking for?!” I hollered.

“The Spring of Immortality, you fool! Imagine the most glorious wellspring of pristine water you have ever seen! ”

“So my school’s water fountain?”

The great bird gave a deep bellow, which I guess was his way of laughing. “Such a paltry human construction is but naught against the glory of the spring! Now hurry. I fear our army might not last much longer!”

Can’t say I had much time to pay attention, seeing I was still dodging a million targets at once, but the glimpses I caught weren’t good. Our army wasn’t the most skilled, but they were held in place by confidence and sheer numbers. We might have gotten an early lead, but without the Baldwin, the Megamart’s bargain priced weapons were mowing down our feathered friends like my Dad mows grass: so fine you almost think it’s’ AstroTurf. A pile of birds lay on the ground that would make Audobon roll in his grave. It wouldn’t be long before we’d have to make a tactical retreat we just couldn’t afford.

So Bokrug and I sped from aisle to aisle, eyes peeled for even the slightest glimpse of water. But the only aqua pura in our cards were some ‘Buy 1, get 1 Free!’ signs for bottled water.

Well, also one other thing.

As we passed the cereal aisle for the fifth time (he was really insistent on searching everywhere) I couldn’t help but notice a little something strung to the sides of the shelves. You know: go to any big name Megamart, and nine times out of ten, they’ll have some gimmicky kitchen gadget or kiddie toy strung up next to the food, suckering some dumb fool into spending a few extra cents.

In this case, that toy was those little pills that turn into foam dinosaurs when you add water.

When I tried telling this to Bokrug, all he did was grumble. “So it is not enough they take our sacred spring of immortality from us? Now they encase my brethren in spaces too small for even a compsognathus?! And yet they would call me a monster?! These demons must pay!”

Didn’t stop me from snagging a packet as we went past, though. Figured if it all went to crap, then darn it, I was getting something for my trouble! Speaking of trouble, that’s exactly what we were heading into, and not just because we passed the board game section! Or maybe it was, since some wiseguy realized it would be a swell idea to scatter a bunch of game pieces in our path. I steered like the devil, but just as we were about to go to the next aisle, a stray six-sided die landed right beneath our wheel, launching the back part of the cart forward and sending us flying like baseballs.

Balls.

Suddenly it hit me, almost as hard as my body when it hit the jack-covered linoleum floor.

“Hey, I think I know where the spring might be- to the Summer Clearance Sail!”

I ran, the goose waddling behind, nipping anyone foolish enough to get in his way.

“And what is this ‘Summer Clearance Sale’ of which you speak?”

“Right there!” I cried, pointing to a giant inflatable sun hanging from the ceiling in a corner of the store. “They always have craptons of exotic flavored water they’re trying to pawn off! And some of that water just might be from your spring!”

Bokrug growled, but this time his ire was not directed at our enemies.

“Fool! Why did you not tell me of this earlier?!”

“Look, there’s a lot of lasers flying around and I’m really stressed, okay?!”

Several laser scans shot holes straight through Bokrug’s feathers, sending them flying. Whatever time we had was quickly running out. All we could do was run.

Me in front, goose trailing, we traveled to our fate, to our destiny…

To the Aisle at the End of the World.

#My writing #Nature Trail To Hell #geese #shamwow #shopping cart #baldwin 60000 #megamart #dinosaur

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dyde21 · 6 years

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Doubts

A little Tyler and Ashe drabble! Please read it if you have the chance! I just felt the urge to write for them. Ashe comforts her doubting boyfriend. Short, sweet, and fluff of fluff! just like me. ;)

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Ashe was pretty sure she was in heaven. After a long, and fruitful day of training, Ashe and Tyler were once again chilling in their room.

They had both enjoyed a refreshing dinner, but Ashe was still starving. They had been putting her powers to the test, meaning she felt particularly drained. Hence, she needed to binge some food. She'd deal with the calories later. She was pretty good at burning them off, if she said so herself.

She was draped over a love seat, a bowl of onion dip resting on her stomach as she dipped another chip before popping it in her mouth.

Glancing over, she looked at her boyfriend and smiled softly. He was resting his head on the couch, his eyes closed as his chest slowly rose and fell. Ashe was half convinced that he was asleep by now.

Ashe felt incredibly proud of her boyfriend. While he had had his powers for a while now, he was still trying to catch up to the rest of the group, and she knew he worked harder than even she did at it. The progress was really starting to show itself too. His control, strength, and creativity with his ice manipulation was impressive, unfortunately that also meant it was taxing on him as well.

Chewing her lip for a moment, she figured she should plan another rest day for them soon. She didn't want him to wear himself out after all, and she knew his stubborn ass wasn't going to admit he needed rest.

Watching him, Ashe figured she should get a blanket for him. He shouldn't just sleep out in the open like that. As she dipped another chip, and tried to summon the will power to get up to take care of her boyfriend, his voice surprised her.

“Do you think I'm cool?”

Ashe jumped slightly, catching her onion dip to stop it from falling before she took another bite.

“Not at all, you dork.” She offered, barely missing a beat.

Ashe did actually think he was incredibly cool, and she was pretty sure he knew that. So ask a dumb question, and get a dumb answer.

Instead of his usual retort, he just fell silent.

This caused Ashe to crane her neck to look over at him from her relaxed position.

“Ty?” She asked, seeing him staring pensively at the table for a moment, before he stood up. He mumbled something about being tired, before he started to slink off.

Ashe barely managed to set the dip down before she lunged over the table, kneeling on the couch and grabbing his hand.

“Hey! Don't walk away. What's wrong? What did I do?” She asked, her eyes searching his. She knew something was wrong. More so than just her teasing him about being a dork. It ran deeper than that, they had been through enough to understand each other pretty well by now.

Tyler just looked at her with a closed off expression, one she absolutely loathed. She hated seeing him close off himself. Turning his back on the world to deal with his own problems. She was there for him, darn it. And even if she was the source of his problems, she'd find a way to solve them.

Tyler froze in place, not really fighting her grip on his hand. His eyes searched hers for a moment, until he felt her tug on his arm.

Ashe sat properly on the couch, patting the cushion next to her as she coaxed him to sit back down. After a moment Tyler relented and took a seat.

Reassuringly Ashe rubbed his back, and waited. She knew he would speak, she would just give him the time he needed until then.

“The meeting we went to had some pretty cool people, didn't it?” He asked after a moment.

Looking at him curiously, Ashe slowly nodded. “Yeah. There were a lot of people from all factions there.” She offered.

“Plenty of powerful Angels there. Plus those neutral guards were so awesome.” He continued, still not meeting her gaze.

The gears in Ashe's head slowly started to turn. “Tyler... are you...”

“Do you ever wish you had recruited one of them instead of me and met them?” His voice offered, a step softer.

“Tyler!” Ashe blurted out, causing the boy to flinch. “Look at me.”

Slowly Tyler turned to look at Ashe, his eyes still looking away until he couldn't resist anymore and met her gaze.

Ashe's eyes were soft as she looked at him, taking both of his hands in hers. “Tyler, are you jealous?”

Slowly Tyler nodded after a moment, before sighing. “I just... Everyone there was so cool. Their powers were awesome, they looked much cooler than me, and could do so much more than I could in a fight. I'm just... afraid you're going to realize one day that you can do better.”

Ashe's eyes narrowed and her jaw set. “You really don't get it do you?”

Tyler just looked at her, caught off guard by the hard edge in her voice. “What?” He asked after a moment.

“Just how much you mean to me? How cool you are to me? How much I look up to you?” She offered, still staring him down.

Tyler's jaw just dropped. “I don't... I mean... I'm just...”

“You're you, Tyler. That's why no one can match up to you in my eyes. Why do you think I have a thing for guys with shaggy hair?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. She reached up and ran a hand through his hair, gently playing with it. A small smirk played across her lips as she felt him lean his head into it ever so slightly.

“It's because you have it. The same reason I love brown eyes. The same reason I now have a playlist of just piano music on my iPod. Because it reminds me of you, so of course I love it.”

Tyler was caught off guard, unable to form words as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“Your powers are beautiful, Tyler. I don't know why you can't accept that. Ever since I first saw them, the beauty is breathtaking. Nothing can compare to me.”

Her other hand traced it's way up his stomach to his chest, before resting on it. Mentally, Ashe noted the definition she felt had increased. God, he was just getting hotter to her and it was utterly unfair. “Trust me, you're incredibly cool and hot to me, even if you are a dork.”

Tyler just nodded after a moment, his blush in full force.

“I get it, it's easy to be jealous. There were plenty of girls there that had more curves than I do. That are a little thinner than I am.” She offered, her eyes flicking off to the side in a slight pout.

She felt Tyler shift, and saw his eyes scrunch in the cute way they always did when he was upset. Before he could get into a rant about her that she knew he was a step away from, she placed a finger on his lips to silence him.

“But I've come to realize that you love me, and I'm not worried about them. I know there is nothing that could come between us. I'm pretty sure you know that as well.”

She offered, raising an eyebrow challenging.

Tyler nodded, his pout turning into a small smile. One of those that warmed her heart far more than her powers ever could.

“So while I understand it, you don't need to feel jealous. I promise you, I will never meet another guy in the same league as you in my eyes. No matter how cool you think they are, or how pretty, or how smart or whatever it may be. To me, they will always just be compared to you, and they will never match up. After all, there's no substitution for the original.”

She said, leaning forward to kiss his nose.

Tyler just nodded after a moment.

A devilish smirk crossed Ashe's face for a moment. “Besides, don't think I'm ever letting go of you.” She said as she draped her arms over his shoulders, lacing her hands behind him as she pinned him on the couch, leaning forward ever so slightly.

Tyler's hands moved up to rest gently on her hips. “I think I can live with that.”

Ashe closed the distance, and shared a proper kiss with him. A few moments later, a little out of breath and satisfied that Tyler had gotten the message just how intense her love for him was, she ended their kiss and scooted off him to cuddle up next to him on the couch.

“Feeling better?”

Tyler nodded, draping an arm around her and pulling her a little closer.

“I know you feel the same way I do.”

Ashe just hummed happily, before she raised an eyebrow.

“The same way?”

Tyler just looked off to the side, embarrassed. “They must have not said anything to you then. Alice loved teasing me about the fact that apparently I spent more time looking at you than I did acknowledging the rest of the meeting existed.” He muttered. His eyes flickered back to her after a moment. “It's fine though. All the other people were just disappointing reminders of you. You were by far the hottest thing in that room.” He said with a wink, fully intending the pun on her fire powers.

Ashe just rolled her eyes, shoving him away slightly. “First, that pun was awful, I loved it. Second, you should pay more attention during the meetings. A lot of important things were actually said there, we have plenty of time to stare at each other when we're home here.”

Tyler just pouted, until he felt her grab his shirt and pull him close before she kissed him again.

“Third, you're really sweet. Now come on, after all this talk we need to go on a date. Ami owes us anyway. I'm thinking the movies then milkshakes?” She said, standing up and offering her boyfriend a hand.

Tyler took it, standing up and pulling her close. “Nothing would be better.”

#Tyler #Ashe #Fluff #My OC's #I love these two #Thank you for reading!#I really appreciate it #A lot

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pikespendragon67 · 6 years

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Conrad and Celica?

Conrad

Celica

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: Her outfit redesign is gorgeous, I love her Princess cutscene sprite the mostworst quality: Obligatory “CELICA IS SO DUMB WTF!!!” commentators. But I will agree I wish that she had more relevancy in the final battleship them with: Dodging this one like a minefieldbrotp them with: Everyone she recruits and maybe even Luthierneeds to stay away from: Jedah and the Internetmisc. thoughts: More female lords like her, please

#pikes responds #fire emblem echoes #conrad #celica #lunarlapin

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abassi-okoro · 5 years

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THE ANGRY WHITE WOMEN

by Abassi Okoro Eziokwu

Hate is too strong of an emotion to waste on people who don't deserve it. I hate Meghan McCain. Rather I hate what she represents, angry white femininity. It was an angry white woman who caused the savage annihilation of Emmet Till. It is the knee-jerk reactions of angry white women who call the police on black people for doing nothing more than blinking one too many times. White women are just always angry with something or someone. Have you noticed that? Despite the racial stigma that black women are often awarded, the “ANGRY BLACK FEMALE,” at least black anger is justifiably directed at a specific or definitive idea – RACISM!

Black anger carries a certain rationale, a certain sanity. It's understandable to sympathize with the anger of a people who are systematically and institutionally oppressed, abused, and persecuted – and that's only talking about black MEN! Now add to that persecution the reality of being a black WOMAN and your abuse has just gotten worse. But in 2019, you would think that it is "White Women" who are the benefactors of white male infliction or structured social abuse and oppression. It seems that every time we tune into FOX, CNN, or some feminist round table television talk show - there is no shortage of snarling, beady-eyed, 'trembling in anger' blonde-haired, white women all too eager to tell the whole of America how they're outraged over something or someone or how “women” (which is really code for WHITE women) are discriminated against more than black folk in this country.

These white women remind me of yappy little – big eyed Chihuahuas barking uncontrollably at the slightest insignificant sound or purely imagined discomfort. When white folks profess their anger over something, they call it "Outrage." Black folks call it, "White Tears." They're always stepping out of line, ridiculing and pointing fingers and especially when it comes to American Patriotism. Nothing gets these white women barking louder than the notion that American "Ideals" are being threatened by black people's audacity to call to attention racism or the fear that immigration of Hispanic people is going to colorize and lord forbid, "colonize" lily white neighborhoods like Boise Idaho or Cedar Rapids Iowa (because I'm sure that one of the whitest towns in America is worried to death over some Mexicans coming in and stealing their warehouse associate jobs at the Adam's Lumber Yard). Or the worse case scenario, Colin Kaepernick takes a knee. Tomi Lahren every week on her show damn near had a complete mental and emotional meltdown anytime Colin Kaepernick's name was mentioned. Despite my thoughts of her anger being nothing more than a cover-up for wanting to sleep with him, she didn't fail once at getting her "outrage" out to the American public. Meanwhile, white male executives who control the FOX network had no problem offering her the platform to exploit her little annoying blonde ass.

Megyn Kelly spends a great majority of her airtime interpreting innocent remarks or acts as "sexist." That's why she always has a frog up her ass, she thinks everything is sexual. Meghan McCain's shtick is that everyone and anyone who falls short of worshipping white Jewish people is, "Anti-Semitic." Then there's the rest of American white women in general who have a long history of voting against their own best interests. White women historically have always been proponents of white supremacy and the Feminist movement is an off-shoot of that white supremacy. Black women told you that years ago that white women were going into the black neighborhoods trying to recruit black women for white feminine agendas while suggesting to these black women that they would have to leave their families, give up their black men before they could be part of the “Women's Liberation Movement.”

And so many black women did exactly that. They stopped being mothers, wives, caretakers, they got jobs in corporate America, became “secretaries” in white owned companies, put on a business suit, told their kids, “I ain't cooking shit - I ain't got to take care of you,” traded in their natural hair for a perm, learned how to talk “white” on the phone and if the police came knocking at the door, they had no problem turning in their black boyfriend or black husband and especially if he was not treating her right. The white feminist snatched up many of these black women and said, “We're sisters now” and eventually sisters became partners and partners over time became "lovers." Meanwhile, white men were locking up black men over petty shit like 10 to 20 years for $10 of weed. That's called, “Engineered Racism” folks.

BUT WHY ARE WHITE WOMEN SO ANGRY?

I'm not suggesting that only certain people are allowed to be angry (the oppressed) but it sure does make more sense for oppressed to be angry and non-oppressed to NOT be so angry. Unless of course you're implying that white women are an oppressed marginalized group? I was told that white women are angry over gender inequality and especially in the political arena. Makes sense - if I was ignorant that is. When asked a little under two years ago how Donald Trump got elected, the answer that was told to us was because the people who voted for him were white and angry. They were suffering from financial anxiety and Trump's rhetoric of bringing jobs back to America sounded pretty darn good to Becky and Bob. Now here we are in 2019 and those Trump voters who were white and angry are STILL white and they’re STILL angry but only now they're angry because they STILL haven't landed those good ole' American jobs that they were promised back in 2016 and on top of that, Trump is more concerned with building a wall to keep Mexicans out than opening up a factory in your already dilapidated - one sheriff- rural town. I'm sure it feels awful to white people who just aren't accustomed to being bent over and screwed in the ass. But if you need a shoulder to cry on white people, give people of color a call. We're experienced at being lied to by white assholes. The grief counseling hotline after being lied to by white men is 1-800-YOU-DUMB. Negroes, Mexicans and Native Americans are waiting by the line to accept your calls.

FEMINIST RAGE 101

White women in particular are encouraging each other to let out their anger in the face of the current administration. Yet, white women have failed miserably in dismantling racism. It appears that white women's rage only became a thing when white men became indifferent to white female sexuality. In other words, white men simply are not that into you (just like the movie suggested). When white men were abusing women of color, sexually exploiting black women, committing sexual violence against black women with impunity, and we didn't hear a single outcry from white women. Instead, white women actually downplayed and silenced the anger of women of color - hoping that it would gain favor in the eyes of white men. You held out for nothing, he didn't care that you had his back. White men don't need your help with being a racist or a rapist. But in recent years, white women switched and played the role of “Social Activist” and despite all the protests and public outcries and unpaid emotional labor by women of color, what did these "socially aware" white women do? White women turned around and sold black women out. They threw black women under the bus and went out to the polls and voted for the party of toxic white supremacy. It's safe to say that white women are more likely to betray their gender for their race, a proverbial gut-punch to black women who have been victims of white masculinity for generations. White women should be more ashamed than angry.

Bu let me tell you how angry white women really are. White women are so angry that 53% of them put their white privilege above their 2nd class gender status to vote for Donald Trump. Despite their "anger," white women believe they benefit from white male patriarchy by trading on their whiteness to monopolize resources for mutual gain. In return, they’re placed on a pedestal to be “cherished and revered,” by white men who in reality will not only be quick to deny them their basic human rights but will, "Grab them by the pussy" while denying them. Look, let's cut through the bullshit and just go ahead and be brutally honest: White women, your white man will NEVER love you the way he should (to full capacity.) Maybe because he spends most of his time fantasizing over black, Latin and Asian women. He'll never tell you that, but I will! Hurts doesn't it? Maybe that's why you're angry because despite supporting the system of White Supremacy, you know deep down inside your soul that the whole premise of white supremacy is predicated on white male sexual inadequacy (white genetic survival, penis envy and trying to get back into the womb of the black woman in order to recreate himself without the genetic deficiencies). Isn't that why many of your fellow white women leave their white men to be with black men to begin with? Because even white women know who the real KINGS are (Royal blood). Now pick your jaw up off the floor.

Isn't this the real reason for white female fragility? The answer is yes! There exist a lot of truths about ourselves that most of us aren't willing to explore. For white people, some of those truths paint them in a very pathetic light. I'm sorry, but as a white woman in America - you're simply not a victim of anything structural. You may be a victim to some personal and isolated incident but there is no systemic or institutionalized "ism" in place to destroy you and NO, Sexism isn't your collective oppression. You can't claim that because sexism isn't exclusive to just the female gender and white men have always treated you like shit and so don't start acting like now all of a sudden you have a problem with being his bitch and especially after 53% of you voted in a "Pussy Grabber" as your President. GROW UP white women. Pull yourself together ladies. It's not a good look to be angry for no goddamn reason.

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1, 2, 5, and 9 for... Ro, Aliena, Tieran, and Nyeni, and for one hero you haven't talked about as much, though which is up to you.

yeesssss all my favorite OCs aaaaahhhh (she says as if they aren’t ALL her favorite ocs….) I think I’m going to go with one of the Wardens for the last one….maybe Bal? Get some dwarfiness going on in here. :D

oh, dear god, this got so long. I’m not sorry, because I love all of these nerds sooo much, but. Yeah, this is. very long.

1. When was the moment your character first felt something for their love interest?

Ro: I think that first night in camp on the way to Lothering, when she wakes up from her first Archdemon nightmare, and Alistair is already awake, watching over her, because he knew this was coming. And he comforts her despite the fact that they barely know each other, and yeah, part of it is “okay, we’re both Wardens, this is just a thing that happens,” but part of it is…he sees someone else is hurting and he’s willing to sacrifice his own comfort to make sure she’s okay. It’s the first time she’s felt safe since her family was murdered, and it all spirals from there.

Aliena: “Well, Lucky, since the information you gave me was worth nothing…that’s what I’ll pay you,” And she fell in love INSTANTLY.

Tieran: Probably sometime during the trek from Haven to Skyhold. I have this notion that Dorian is the sort of person to whine constantly about the cold even while he actively lights fires, passes out blankets, uses his magic to keep himself and other people warm. Tieran would be eternally amused by the whining, since it’s what he wants to do but can’t since he has to set a good example as a strong leader, but he’d also see the kindness Dorian dishes out with the snarky comments, and that combo of…prickly exterior with warm, soft, kind interior is what would get him to move from the Friendship Forged in the Hellfire of the Future to something more like….ah, yes, I love this man. oh shit, I love this man??

Nyeni, canon: She gets an inkling during that conversation with Cassandra that starts with, “I don’t actually know much about you”–because that’s the first time anyone in the Inquisition asked her about who she IS as opposed to who they want her to be. She 100% does not realize how intensely and dramatically in love she is until they’re in the In Hushed Whispers future and Cassandra dies, and Nyeni freaks the fuck out. Because she can’t comprehend a world in which Cassandra is not alive and not with her, and that’s the moment where she realizes how very dear to her Cass is. And it’s overwhelming and she retreats hardcore for a long time and pretends to be chill by not speaking to Cass and getting flustered and it’s adorable and hilarious.

Nyeni, non-canon: I think that Nyeni falls in love with Kepi gradually. I think she’s deep in the middle of it before she really knows what’s happening. It’s all the little things–how much Kepi cares for those around her, how brave she is charging into battle, how strong she is surviving on her own or standing as the leader of the Inquisition, how kind she is. That all sort of piles up in the corners of Nyeni’s heart until one day they’re out in the Hinterlands or Crestwood or somewhere and Kepi bends down to pick a flower in the sunlight and Nyeni’s just like, “Oh. Yeah, of course I love her. Look at her.”

Bal: gosh, I think Bal just sort of… giggles a lot whenever Zevran flirts with her because it’s so gosh darn CUTE isn’T IT? how sincerely he says these ridiculous things!? and the WINKING? And she just spends a lot of time genuinely amused by how he is at the same time effortless and trying very hard. And the moment she realizes that no one else in her shitty life has ever made her laugh so much, she just sort of has an “Oh!” moment and tumbles in headfirst from there.

2. How long before they did anything about it?

Ro: she 100% lets Alistair make the first move. She tries her damndest to keep him at arm’s length because dear god, everyone close to me fucking dies and I am NOT letting that happen to him, but when he pulls out the damn rose and makes his speech about happiness in dark times, she melts and just goes “fuck okay then” and kisses him.

Aliena: I am still bitter that the game didn’t let me kiss Isabela in Act One, so you can bet your ass they start sleeping together fairly quickly. They probably get drunk in the Hanged Man celebrating…something. Possibly even as early as after winning the “duel” with Hayder? Anyway, there are definitely sloppy, drunk make outs that lead to further Things. They probably continue in this way until after the Deep Roads–Aliena took the Deep Roads as a sort of wake up call of, “yeah, I’ve almost died a lot in my life, but HOT DAMN WE ALMOST DIED DOWN THERE” and so the first time Isabela comes to the new house in Hightown, Aliena pauses the usual shenanigans to say something along the lines of, “take this as you will, but I love you, and that doesn’t mean I want anything from you that you don’t want to give, and we can carry on as we are or develop from here, but I just want you to know that in case something happens.” Isabela probably ignores that until after the whole thing with the Arishok because she can’t believe she fucking came back what the fuck, and she figures that, well shit, if she came back for this girl, maybe it is something more. Maybe I’ve thought about Aliena and Isabela waaay too much. This is long. I shall stop.

Tieran: Listen, I love the first kiss moment in canon, after they come back from dealing with Dorian’s shittastic dad and there’s that moment of “I think you’re very brave” and then theY KISS AND IT’S CUTE AND WONDERFUL and yeah, this unfolds pretty much like canon at that point, because it’s great.

Nyeni, canon: She stalls for-fucking-ever. Mostly because Cassandra is a pining loser and she is also a pining loser, and neither one of them is confident enough to do something about it. It probably takes Varric or Dorian or both giving them a stern talking to that involves a lot of blushing. And when Nyeni comes back from the Fade after Adamant, she comes into Skyhold and just marches straight up to Cassandra and holds her fiercely and promises to never go anywhere without her ever again, and that’s what gets them to kiss.

Nyeni, non-canon: Listen, Nyeni is the sort of person who doesn’t think that she is worthy of the girls she loves, and will therefore stall and try to convince herself that she must get over her feelings because they will never be returned. So she will wait for Kepi to make the first move. And once Kepi does, she will just be the most radiantly happy person in Thedas.

Bal: Probably after the Fade at Kinloch Hold. Bal is literally terrified by that experience because dwarves don’t belong in the Fade what the fuck and there is a lot of… not wasting time. Not letting this slip past her. Not waiting for the end of the world to take Zevran from her. Not letting the end of the world take him from her.

5. What are some ways they like to spend time together?

Ro: mmm, dinners. Especially post-game, when they go off to Amaranthine and start training the Recruits. They get their food out of the mess hall like all the other recruits, but then they take it upstairs and eat together, just the two of them. They talk about their days or tell stories or just…chat. They get time to themselves. Also, reading letters. They write each other boxes and boxes of letters when they’re alone, and when Alistair comes back from a mission, they retreat to their room in the evenings and read each other the letters they wrote out loud. It’s cheesy and they laugh a lot, but there’s something about having those words they put down on paper when they were alone said out loud that makes them closer. More.

Aliena: I really love the idea of these two just going down to the Hanged Man and challenging the entire tavern to either a brawl or a Wicked Grace tournament. Either way, they clean the damn place out. They also go to the Wounded Coast and dive off the cliffs into the sea and swim and dunk each other and kiss underwater and then they dry out on the beach and just….watch the ocean. Watch the horizon. Isabela tells Aliena stories about her ship and her crew and the pirate shenanigans they got up to, and Aliena tells her about Lothering and they plan for the future.

Tieran: He and Dorian have long, late-night, in-depth discussions about magical theory. They drink wine and read their own separate books next to each other in bed. Dorian teaches Tieran how to play chess until he’s good enough to beat Cullen. They both go down to the Herald’s Rest and bother Bull into drinking contests they never win and Tales With the Chargers.

Nyeni, canon: She and Cass train–Nyeni has a lot to learn about the sword after she picks Knight-Enchanter, and Cass teaches her a lot. Nyeni convinces Cass to let her read Swords and Shields out loud, and they just curl up next to each other in the armory attic and Nyeni reads with all the voices and dramatic accents and stuff and Cass tries very hard to keep her laughter as quiet as possible.

Nyeni, non-canon: She drags Kepi down to the wine-cellar to play with the kittens Cole found and keeps there. They spend a lot of time in the garden, and she brings Kepi seeds to plant. They make flower crowns. …She probably reads Swords and Shields out loud to Kepi, too, with all the voices. That’s just…such a dumb Nyeni thing to do.

Bal: She and Zev play pranks on the rest of their friends. They make a lot of harmless traps and try to get Sten to laugh. They take very long, very luxurious baths together. Since both of them grew up in shitty places that barely had showers, they definitely do overdramatic baths, rose petals and bubbles and the works. Zevran poses in ridiculous positions for Bal to sketch. He tells her stories about far-away lands while she’s drawing, and they make plans to visit…everywhere.

9. What is the most difficult thing about their relationship?

Ro: Distance. Duty. No matter how much they wish it were different, both she and Alistair are too…righteous? to abandon their duties, even when those duties separate them. Whenever Alistair is out on a mission, Ro sleeps terribly. And when Ro is out on training trips with the Recruits, Alistair spends more time in the kennel with the pups than with other humans. As mentioned, they write each other buckets of letters. They hate the separation so much, but it makes times they are together all the sweeter.

Aliena: There’s a fine line of affection that Aliena has to tread very lightly. There’s only so many times Isabela can hear the words, “I love you,” before she starts feeling the pressure and pulls away. And there’s only so much attachment Isabela can handle before she leaves for several days and disappears without saying anything. She always comes back, but Aliena has learned the hard way that too much romanticism will drive a wedge between them. Luckily this isn’t a huge problem, since she fully understands the need to not be tied down, that need for independence. She’s got it, too. But she has had to learn how to…show Isabela that she loves her without saying it. And without making it…a big production? It’s the little things that pile up, not the grand gestures.

Tieran: Again, distance. Post-Trespasser, when Dorian goes back to Tevinter, Tieran manufactures reasons to visit him. There’s also a little bit of cultural misunderstanding that occasionally gets frustrating. Though there are a lot of things about Tevinter that Dorian is trying to change, there are some things he’s a-okay with that Tieran sees as problematic; and Tieran is Very Dalish, and sometimes there are things about that that Dorian doesn’t quite understand. So there’s a lot of…talking things out, and making sure no one is offended.

Nyeni, canon: Cassandra is a Strong Warrior Woman–and that’s important, understandable, and necessary–but it can sort of…worry Nyeni. She wishes that Cass could be okay with the world knowing that despite the fact that she’s a badass warrior, she also likes romance and reading shitty smutty novels and likes flowers and poetry and kissing Nyeni’s forehead and holding her hand. She wants Cass to be okay with public displays of affection. And Cass has a need to guard the softer side of herself because of her duty and her authority and everything. And Nyeni understands, but she wishes she could have both, or–let the world see both.

Nyeni, non-canon: …possibly the worry? I think….there’s a lot of worry in their relationship. Nyeni worries that Kepi is going to get herself killed charging into battle without barriers; Kepi worries that Nyeni is going to get herself killed hanging back on the edges of battle with no sword, no nothing except her barriers. Nyeni worries that the responsibility of being Inquisitor will close Kepi off and weigh her down and wear her out; Kepi worries that the pressure of being Inquisitor will make shy, anxious Nyeni even worse at talking to people. I think they probably worry too much about each other, and that makes things…scary.

Bal: Their pasts. Both of them were assassins of some kind, and while neither of them have problems with that, there’s something to be said for the number of deaths on your conscience and the amount of blood on your hands getting to you. So, I think that there are a lot of nights that end in nightmares waking them up and a lot of stories and secrets that they can’t tell each other, and there’s a strain of just… so much blood. They can usually joke through it, but there are some secrets and some horrible things that just can’t be erased. And that’s difficult.

#hooo boy this is so long sorry #Megan does meme things #I wasn't chosen; I have chosen #stab first ask questions later #making it up as I go #Tieran #Bal #otp: chasing that horizon #Kepyeni #....I'm sure I'm missing tags but there's so much #Dragon Age #kogiopsis #Megan replies

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DEATH CITY DAYS GAIDEN 19; Madoka and Sayaka, Origin

MADOKA AND SAYAKA THE ORIGIN

-one year before Y1- sayaka: we're finally here! madoka: ._.; that's a big staircase... sayaka: welp, time's-a-wastin'! let's go! madoka: ^-^; -at the top of the stairs- sayaka: *face on the floor* I'm dead. madoka: *panting* a-at least we're here now... let's see.... *checks the map*the registration desk should be.....this way, I think. sayaka: mad cool. madoka: *walking along until she spots someone* um, e-excuse me? is this the right way to the registration desk? *The boy turns--revealing three white lines in his hair* Kid: "Hmm?" madoka: (white lines?) do you know where the registration desk is? Kid: "Yes. It is down the hall to the left--" *spots Sayaka* "..." sayaka: cool, thanks buddy! Kid: "I'm not your buddy, you asymmetrical mischief maker..." sayaka: o^o ?? nyeh? Kid: "Fix those hairclips--we do have dress codes at this school." sayaka: wait for reals? homura: -_-; don't mind him, he's a little bit....touchy. Kid: -^- "Hmph." sayaka: so I'm good then? homura: you're fine. come along. -they follow her- sayaka: by the way, how does he do that cool hair stripy thing? Sid: "Stripy thing?" sayaka: the white stripes in his hair. they're like, prefect stripes! mami: oh dear. Kid: *collapsed in a corner* sayaka: s-sir? madoka: are you alright? ._.;; mami: he'll be fine.....eventually. ^^; Kid: "I'm garbage. Asymmetrical garbage." homura: *pats his back* madoka: ._.; *she looks at sid* Sid: "Lord Death's son...is upset with asymmetry." sayaka: lord de-..... O___O;;;;; ohhhhh crap. Sid: "Yep. The Grim Reaper himself. Best stay on his nice side--" sayaka: *SWEATS* madoka: ^^; is this where we turn in our registration papers? mami: *she nods* Sid: "Granny will take care of it. You still have orientation to attend." madoka: r-right! here you go ma'am! *hands her the papers* sayaka: *getting up* Granny: "Thank you, sweeties." *files them* "And here's your name badge..." madoka: thank you, ma'am. sayaka: thanks. Sid: "And right this way to the orientation--" Kid: *still moping* homura: come on kid. -.-; -and so- sayaka: *in her seat, nervous* tsugumi: *looking around* aaron: ... Anya: *glancing out the window* madoka: there's a lot of new students here... sayaka: for sure. Meme: "...What's this for again?" madoka: class orientation for the DWMA classes. Meme: "Oh, right!" *smiles* "...What's DWMA?" student: death weapon meister academy. the school we're going to be attending. although in recent years, the academy has expanded its curriculum to quirk students, exorcists, and even magical girls. and that's barely scratching the surface. Meme: "...So magicians?" student 2: sure. ^^; Sid: "Listen up. We're going to go over your curriculum, directions to on-campus housing for students living in the dorms, and your class schedules." tsugumi: ._. (our teacher is a zombie?! death city is weird...) Sid: *stares at Tsugumi* tsugumi: 0-0;; I wasn't staring, sir! >~<; Sid: "..." Q_Q "When I was alive, I had feelings, too, you know?" tsugumi: s-sorry sir! sayaka: at least I'm not the only one nervous. ^^; kohaku: tch-, what a yutz. Sid: "Onto the next part of your lessons, we are adjusting curriculum. Usually we've been catering to meisters and weapons, so you can imagine how varied class options are now." madoka: *listening* Sid: "We have recruited instructors. Some are newer at this work than others, so this is a work in progress--" -the door opens and three students enter- *knock knock* Sid: "Oh, darn--I went over." *calls* "Come on in--it's open!" tsugumi:... !!! (it's that girl!) *Maka walks to the front of class* Maka: "...!!!" *smiles at Tsugumi* tsugumi: .///.; -soul and mami follow behind- Sid: "We will now have demonstrations. This will be particularly helpful for your weapons and meisters." *turns to the three* "Introduce yourselves." Maka: *nods* "Maka Albarn. Scythe Meister." soul:...soul eater, I'm the scythe. mami: and I'm Mami Tomoe. *smiles* Anya: *stares at Soul* ("Hang on...") soul:... ? Anya: "..." ("No, it couldn't be...") Meme: *claps* sayaka: *waves* 8D Sid: "Whenever you're ready..." Maka: "Soul..." *holds out her hand* soul: *transforms into scythe mode* mami: *magical girl mode on* Meme: "Oooooo..." Anya: "!!!" tsugumi: !!! madoka: wow. -one demonstration later- Sid: "That is all for today. Pick up your schedules and follow mentors who will direct dorm residents to their new rooms..." sayaka: THAT WAS SO COOL! Meme: "She was able to swing that scythe like *WHOOSH SLICE BLUR*!" sayaka: I know right! and then mami was all 'BANG BANG SPARKLY SPARKLY'! Anya: -_- "Such a vulgar description..." -some time later- madoka: *walking home* (it's getting late already...) ???: "Bullseye!" madoka: ??..... !!!!! *There are dead and severely injured birds* madoka: what are you doing! stop it!! *running to pick up one injured bird* Shiratori: "???" jerk 1: the hell is this kid doing out here? Shiratori: "Some high-and-mighty DW-dumb-A--you brats ain't shit." *aims his slingshot at her leg* madoka: !!! Shiratori: "Hee hee--" *aims and--* *PUNCHED* madoka: ah- Shiratori: *clutching his eye* "AH! What the hell?!" ???: "I thought I told you to cut this crap out!" Shiratori: *blinking...his eye is already swollen* "...Goddamn Okumura!" madoka: ?? *she looks up* *There's a boy with messy hair and a sour disposition* Rin: "Yeah, it's me. Don't act so surprised, Shiratori--I did you a favor clocking you. Make you more presentable when you start classes..." madoka: ?? Shiratori: "..." *chuckles* "That's 'cause I'm going places...Unlike the bastard son of some failed priest." Rin: *narrows his eyes* madoka: *standing up* Rin: "You better watch your mouth if you still want teeth in it..." Shiratori: *hands behind his back, loading a marble into the slingshot...he's preparing to launch an attack at Rin, who hasn't figured it out yet* madoka:.... !!! *she tackles him* Shiratori: "Hey!" *the slingshot and marble fall out of his hand* Rin: "?! Pretty sneaky, you rat!" Shiratori: "Get off me, you fucking bitch!" madoka: *backing up, grabbing the slingshot and running* Shiratori: "What the hell you dumb fucks standing around for?! Get her!" -the other goonies run at her- Rin: "Not cool..." *runs after them--until Shiratori grabs his ankle* Shiratori: "You're not getting away that easily--" Rin: *stomps Shiratori's hand* Shirtori: "..." *LOUD HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM* Rin: -_-; *follows the goonies* madoka: *picks up a branch to defend herself* Goon #1: "D'aw, isn't this precious--she's going to leaf us to death!" -THWACK- Goon #1: *pulls back his hand* "D'ow!" Q^Q "That hurt!" -after that fiasco- madoka: a-are you alright, sir? Rin: *wipes blood from his mouth, not looking at her* "It's nothing." *starts to turn around* "I've had to deal with worse when I--" *stares at her* "..." .\\\. madoka: sir?.....sir! you're bleeding. *takes some bandaids from her bag and patches him up* Rin: "...Oh. Th-Thanks..." ("Oh crap oh crap oh crap--a cute girl. Don't say anything stupid, Rin! Be smart! Be suave! Be charming!") "...I punch good, huh?" ("...OH GODDAMN IT!") madoka: yeah, you sure did. ^^ .....*glances at the dead birds*...... Rin: "...He's done this shit for so long...I keep trying to stop him..." madoka:....we should bury them... Rin: "...Yeah. I think that's best. Get shoeboxes so dogs or cats can't get to them..." madoka: I don't exactly have any on me... *sad chuckle* Rin: "I think the priests got some lying around--not far from here." madoka:...ok...*sniff* Rin: "...I'm sorry." madoka: s-sorry I wasn't much help. Rin: "You kidding? You got Shiratori crying and that one goon in the balls!" madoka:...I-I guess so....ah! it's already nighttime! my parents are probably worried sick! Rin: "!!! Crap! I'm not gonna hear the end of it from the old man or Yukio..." *facepalm* madoka: I should head home. g-goodnight sir! *begins to run off* Rin: "Hold up! What's your name?" madoka: oh, it's madoka. Rin: *wave* "And I'm Rin." madoka: *smiles* nice meeting you, rin. ^^ *heads home* Rin: "..." ._. "Y-Yeah, you too..." -later- Yukio: *sigh* "What are we going to do with you?" Rin: "...Buy me a watch?" ^^; kyouko: and your bandaged up too. you got in another fight, didn't you? >8( Rin: -_-# "Can you blame me? Killing birds is insane..." kyouko:....I know, I know... Rin: "Well, it's been a long day--" *stretches* "So I--" Yukio: *pushes paperwork at Rin* "Finish your homework and paperwork." Rin: -_-;

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geekade · 7 years

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Welcome to the D-List: Arclight

It’s no secret that I love mutants (Magneto be with you, and also with you). Regardless of how Marvel has (mis)treated mutant-kind over the years, I believe that every lesser-known mutant deserves at least one moment in the spotlight. This month, I chose a villain that did have a brief time to shine, but unfortunately, she was only one member of a whole team that was featured.

Arclight is a mutant with heightened strength, durability, and the power to create shockwaves of energy upon physical contact with an object or person. A member of a group of ruthless killers called the Marauders, Arclight slaughtered her fellow mutants without hesitation. A shockingly murderous woman, it’s time to welcome Arclight to the D-List.

Arclight had a cameo in Uncanny X-Men #210, but her first full appearance was within the pages of Uncanny X-Men #211 in 1986. Created by Chris Claremont and John Romita Jr., Arclight played a prominent role in the infamous story, “The Mutant Massacre” (gee, I wonder how it ended…). Arclight and her teammates invaded the sewers under New York City in order to find the group of mutants known as Morlocks. These sewer-dwellers hid themselves from society because of their grotesque appearances and the Marauders’ job was to kill them.

One Morlock noticed the intruders and ran for help, but Arclight shattered a wall which crumbled onto the potential snitch. The leader of the Morlocks, Callisto, arrived to aid her people, but Arclight slammed her fists into the ground, sending shockwaves that knocked all of the hapless mutants off of their feet. The Marauders then murdered many of the Morlocks.

During the mayhem, it was revealed that the Marauders, themselves, were actually mutants. No reason was initially given for killing their own kind, but it was clear that Arclight and her teammates thoroughly enjoyed the bloodshed. Of course, the X-Men arrived and rained on the bloody parade, but Arclight was excited to fight the heroes. She punched Colossus into a wall, then sent shockwaves to collapse the ceiling onto the enormous mutant.

Arclight seemed to co-lead the Marauders with her teammate, Scalphunter, and it was occasionally implied that the two had a romantic relationship, although I don’t believe that has ever been officially confirmed. Unfortunately, not much characterization was initially given to Arclight other than enjoying a fight. Also, her purple hair was pretty cool.

Shortly after trying to kill the brats of Power Pack, it was revealed that the Marauders were working for Mr. Sinister. Sinister created clones of each Marauder, so if one was killed in battle, the clone would become conscious and continue obeying the evil geneticist. However, it wasn’t Mr. Sinister who initially recruited Arclight into the Marauders, it was a pre-heroic Gambit (fucking faux-French ruin everything).

Arclight was shown as an active member of the military when Gambit approached her, and she agreed to leave the armed forces to work for Sinister. However, she noted that she would only do so for money, not sex (hooray for capitalism, but boo for boobies). Either she was given an exorbitant amount of money or she just really enjoyed killing, because Arclight had no problem slaughtering poor, nearly defenseless mutants. Perhaps she knew she was able to cheat death, so it fueled her ruthlessness. Proving the cloning process successful, Arclight was killed by Abomination, but later arrived at Xavier’s School.

Arclight sought refuge at the X-Mansion because she was one out of only 200 mutants who retained their powers after M-Day. Of course, she gravitated toward other evil mutants who were looking for safety. It was a shame, as a handful of once-villainous mutants eventually aided the X-Men in battle, and I was hoping that Arclight would be utilized in a greater capacity. Had she shown regret for her past actions, would the X-Men have allowed her to join their ranks? I suppose it doesn’t matter, because she was back to her wicked ways in a short period of time.

The Marauders defeated a team of X-Men in order to kidnap Rogue, and once outside, Arclight shattered the house in which they fought, destroying it with the X-Men still inside. During a battle against Spider-Man, the hero webbed Arclight’s hands together, but Spidey didn’t count on her ability to generate shockwaves from her feet. Recently, in another battle against the X-Men, she was shown carrying a whip (maybe she did go for the sex thing after all).

I was really upset that Arclight didn’t have a larger role in the books after M-Day occurred. Her appearances since then have been sparse, at best. Writers have clearly utilized her since the decimation, but unfortunately, she hasn’t served as much more than a punching bag for heroes (but at least she’s a pretty, purple-haired punching bag).

Recently, Magneto decided to murder the Marauders for shits and giggles. Harpoon tried leading the team into action, but Arclight pointed out that his metal harpoons probably wouldn’t be very useful against the master of magnetism (surprise – a guy who calls himself Harpoon is dumb). Arclight caused a large explosion underneath Magneto, which seemingly knocked him unconscious. Thinking they had won, Arclight stood over Magneto and began to gloat. Of course, Magneto was just fine, and impaled each of the Marauders with metal beams. As Arclight was dying, she asked why Magneto would kill his own kind, so he casually reminded Arclight about the Morlocks. The master of magnetism then found Sinister’s farm of clones, and used the Marauders to teach S.H.I.E.L.D. a lesson for stealing a Cerebro unit.

It was certainly comical to watch Arclight gloat over the thought of defeating Magneto, but that sense of arrogance was something that could have been explored. As long as clones of her exist, she cannot stay dead. While that may explain her shocking behavior, I am disappointed that Arclight has never been featured as a character independent of the Marauders. It would make sense for such a headstrong and murderous woman to strike out on her own.

I don’t believe Arclight’s real name or history were ever explicitly stated in continuity. However, Arclight was given a brief biographical entry in an issue of The Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe, which I, unfortunately, have not been able to locate. Arclight’s real name is Philippa Sontag and she served in Vietnam before working for Sinister. I am certain that information originated exclusively in the Handbook; I only learned those facts thanks to the wonders of the internet. It’s unfortunate that a visual account of her history has never truly been explored.

To my knowledge, Arclight has only officially appeared in one alternate universe within Marvel Comics, where she challenged, and then was swiftly killed by, the Hulk. However, Arclight has made a few appearances outside of comic books. She was included in the “Deadpool” videogame as the first boss, and had a minor role in two episodes of X-Men: The Animated Series. While Arclight did appear in one episode of the cartoon, Wolverine and the X-Men, the writers decided to make her the sole field-leader of the Marauders, and a male character. The other Marauders who appeared in the episode were the correct gender, so why did the producers change Arclight? You’re in luck, true-believer, because I’m going to offer my opinion. In the comics, both Scalphunter and Arclight seemed to share leadership duties of the Marauders, but Scalphunter was likely too terrifying of a name to use in a cartoon marketed to children, so he was not included. If Arclight, as a female, were in charge of the animated team, then young, impressionable boys who viewed the episode could have been confused into thinking that women should be allowed in positions of power. Sarcasm, everyone – I was extremely angry that the writers changed Arclight’s biology (and I still am). Pulling that kind of sexist bullshit with my mutants is not ok (it’s not ok anywhere, ever).

Arclight also had a role in the movie, X-Men: The Last Stand, where she was played by Dominican model and actress, Omahyra Mota. So many new characters were introduced in this movie that, unfortunately, the writers forgot to give Arclight any dialogue. I appreciated her physical appearance, however, because her aesthetic hinted at masculinity, which is exactly what her comic book appearances conveyed. Sadly, a young boy sitting in front of me in the theater asked his mother, “Is that a boy or a girl?” Shut the fuck up, kid, and go read a comic book.

Although the actual use of Arclight’s power was changed from the comics in The Last Stand, I think it worked well. In the books, she has to make physical contact with a surface in order to produce shockwaves. In the movie, she conjured shockwaves the same way that Guile produces a sonic boom (by having wicked-awesome hair). I actually didn’t mind that the producers of The Last Stand took this liberty, because it looked pretty darn cool (for the 5 seconds it was shown).

I should hate Philippa Sontag with a passion for murdering mutants considering the tumultuous times mutant-kind has faced recently. On the contrary, I think that such a vicious woman is extremely intriguing, and there are important questions about her that have yet to be answered. Is it the trauma of having served in Vietnam that’s made her so violent? Is it the psychological strain of repeatedly dying, then returning from the dead? Whatever the reasons, I hope that the farm full of Philippa clones guarantees that Arclight will continue to shock and awe the Marvel Universe for years to come.

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