#let's all ignore the fact that these three dO have superpowers

[rhysiana]

Because I saw a post about how modern AU WWX would probably actually be as tall as LWJ, if not taller, since so many modern AUs don't feature him suffering as much childhood privation as canon, which reminded me of another thought I have had, about how an early life period of interrupted growth can in fact just delay a person's growth spurts rather than eliminating them. Thus: WWX who gets confusingly taller after graduating from college.

3 People Wei Ying Talked to About Suddenly Getting Taller and 1 Person Who Definitely Noticed On His Own

[Now also on AO3]

Wen Ning

Wei Ying looked down at his feet, perplexed. "Wen Ning?" he yelled down the hall. "Did something weird happen to the washing machine that you didn't tell me about?"

Wen Ning popped his head around the door to Wei Ying's room. "No? I don't think so."

"Then why are all my pants suddenly too short?" A new thought occurred to him and he looked up, now delighted. "Wen Ning! Are you actually pulling a prank on me? I know I don't have all that many clothes, but still, this must have taken so much work! I respect the dedication." He held out a fist.

Wen Ning just blinked at him. "I think... maybe you got taller, actually?"

Wei Ying scoffed. "I'm way too old for a growth spurt. Seriously, did Nie Huaisang put you up to this?"

Wen Ning gave up arguing and simply produced a tape measure instead.

~*~

Wen Qing

Wei Ying burst into Wen Qing's lab, which he might have felt worse about if she hadn't been babysitting an experiment while no one else was around. He still received an impressive glare, but he didn't have time to worry about that right now.

"Wen Qing, I need you to test me for every weird kind of chemical exposure you can think of!"

She blinked at him, looking remarkably like her brother for a moment. "Wei Ying, you're in computer science. Exactly when do you come in contact with chemicals?"

"Uh. A leak on the science campus somewhere?"

"What is actually wrong with you? Tell me in the next," she glanced at the clock, "three minutes or leave."

"I apparently grew another inch in the last month without noticing. That can't be natural. I'm 23."

She stared at him for a moment, frowned, and then her expression cleared. "You said once that you had a bad time when you were younger. Stopped growing for a while."

"Why do you even remember that?" Wei Ying asked with an uncomfortable laugh, looking away. He must have been drunk; he didn't usually bring that time of his life up in any detail. It just made people sad.

Wen Qing turned away briskly, ignoring his minor display of emotion, and checked some readouts he was pretty sure hadn't actually changed in any way yet. "Well, that's why. Your growth spurts just got delayed, not erased. It's normal. I'll send you some references tomorrow."

He swept her up in a relieved hug. "Thank you, Qing-jie. Even if this does mean I'm not developing some weird superpower mutation."

She poked him cruelly in the ribs to get him to let go. "Go away, you're distracting me."

~*~

Jiang Cheng

"You what?!" Jiang Cheng demanded at full volume. It'd been a while since they'd managed to get together in person--Wei Ying had nearly forgotten how red with frustration Jiang Cheng could get.

Wei Ying grinned and bounced a little on his toes to really rub it in. "Grew another inch."

"No! This isn't allowed! The universe can't do this to me!"

"What's the problem, little brother?" Wei Ying edged closer so he could prop his elbow on Jiang Cheng's shoulder and really lean on him. "I think I should get jiejie to measure me again and mark it on the door frame. Really make it official."

"Don't you dare!"

"Why don't I ask her now, so she'll be all ready when we see her next weekend?" Wei Ying fished out his phone and then held it up over his head, laughing, as Jiang Cheng lunged for it.

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed. "An inch isn't really that much," he growled, and hooked Wei Ying's leg in a takedown they'd both learned when they were 11.

Wei Ying tossed his phone out of wrestling range and turned his full attention to finding a hold that would make Jiang Cheng tap out.

~*~

Lan Zhan

"Wei Ying."

Most people claimed Lan Zhan's voice (and face) didn't have any expression, but Wei Ying could clearly hear the shock underlying his name.

"Lan Zhan!" he returned brightly. "You're back! Did you have a good trip? You've been gone for months and months!"

Wei Ying was used to the intensity of Lan Zhan's regard under normal circumstances--one of the many things he loved about being friends with him--but he didn't think he was imagining that it was particularly intense today.

"It was as I texted you," Lan Zhan said shortly, and then, surprisingly, continued before Wei Ying could get a teasing reply in. "Wei Ying... did you get taller?"

"Oh, that!" Wei Ying felt himself start to blush, for some reason. "Yeah, I did. It was so weird at first, but Qing-jie assures me it's normal, and I've almost gotten used to it now. It was just an inch but I had to go buy all new... pants..." He trailed off as Lan Zhan pushed into his personal space much closer than he ever had without Wei Ying initiating it first, as far as Wei Ying could recall. "Hi?"

They were nearly chest to chest now, and he could see it when Lan Zhan actually had to tilt his chin up just a bit to meet Wei Ying's eyes.

"Hello," Lan Zhan said, grave and low and very, very focused.

Wei Ying wasn't entirely sure what was happening right now, but he was pretty sure he was into it.

#I dashed this off super fast #I invite other people to steal this concept #based on real life #wei wuxian #wen ning #wen qing #jiang cheng #lan wangji #a tiny hint of wangxian #modern AU #the untamed #rhys's stuff

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Baba!"

Danny smiled as he toweled his hair dry. He loved hearing his little one yell from the living room of his-now thier- lair.

The circumstances of his conception were irrelevant. He loved his kiddo very much, hence the abundance of photo albums and home videos chalked full of his kid doing random stuff. The one with him in his high chair stuffing cheerios into his mouth is his favorite solely for the fact it caught him trying to stuff them up his nose a few times. Definitely something to show future dates when he's older.

His smile fell when he heard anothers voice. No one should have access to his lair. They were in the Infinite Realms for stars sake.

Rushing out of the bathroom in only his sweatpants he charged into the living room to find it filled with capes. More specifically different (largely in costume) versions of Tim Drake. Uh oh.

How did this happen?

"Baba!" He looked down at thier child who was smiling up at him from the arms of one of the younger Tims, showing off his brand new baby fang and bloody hand. Danny rushed into the kitchen to get some alcohol pads and some bravery badges, walking past the summoning circle he had on his wall and taking note of the tiny bloody handprints near the bottom of it.

Crap. That was meant to summon friends and family into the lair. His little star must have tried summoning his father.

After bandaging his kid up and kissing the area he smiled and said, "all better!" Which earned him a giggle from the one year old and an odd look from the child still holding him.

"Tim?" The vigilante looked startled, but Danny didn't give him a chance to recover, "How about you take the little one into the living room and wait with the others? I need to make myself decent before I come explain things."

The kid looked skeptical but agreed and left in that direction.

Danny made his way to his room, and after chasing out two teenage birds who somehow snuck past him into there, he finally got dressed and chased more out of his toddlers room before making it to the living room.

Feeling a room full of eyes on him he sighed and conjured more couches from the ectoplasm in his lair, ignoring some startled shouts as he sat down.

There were a lot of different Tims here. Three adults all in gear, one good two evil, about seven teens, three in gear while four in civvies. Two of the civilian ones were the boys he had caught snooping in his room for clues.

Lastly there were three boys, two in gear with one in a civilian outfit.

Thats a total of thirteen (13) Tims.

"Okay, to start off id like to apologize on behalf of my son. We didn't mean to summon any of you."

The Robin holding Danny son chimed in, "How did he summon us?"

"Kiddo is too small to properly pronounce things yet. Hence why his calling you "baba" instead of "papa"."

He ignored the surprised sounds and questions and just let that sink in before adding, "To clarify, no. None of you are actually the father."

Danny waited patiently for them to calm down and ignored more questions, "I was with an alternate version of you who turned out to be evil-ish and wanted to eliminate all superpowers from existence or something, a fact I didn't know at the time."

"Anyway, he purposely sabotaged my birth control to get me pregnant knowing I wouldn't abort. He did this knowing that when his plan started to come to fruition I'd be too far along to stop him. He had a counter to everything, even things we never told him about. I ended up having to sever the connection between this place- the Infinite Realms- and my home dimension, trapping him there with no way for him to get out and leaving me with no way to ever see my friends or family again. Questions?"

There were many.

#dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #fanfiction prompts #prompts #baby trapping #tw: baby trapping #tw: sabotaged birth control #tw: blood #not entirely sure what to tag #tim drake #red robin #yum #robin iii #little tim holding a little one year old that like a third of his total height #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #crossover #danny is like: im sorry my 1 yo abducted you #while they all panic and ask if they are a dad #yes but actually no #now danny has a house fully of snoopy detectives

[fryandleelasbigfling]

i think leela deserves more appreciation than she gets.

i mean obviously there’s the people who just kind of degrade her into a pinup girl, we can all agree that’s lousy. but i think even a lot of good natured fans will write her off as the no-nonsense straight man to fry and bender, the “one with the braincell,” the one who has everything together and isn’t really willing to get silly like the boys. 

and yeah that can be true, especially in earlier seasons. but i think people underappreciate leela’s development and the fact she really is a messed-up, complicated, weird woman. 

for one thing, her kickass fighting abilities are well understood, but her kung-fu skill emerged as a way to work out her anger from being bullied, so she often resorts to violence as a defense mechanism even when it isn’t necessarily needed. in “hell is other robots” she gets freaked out by the mosh pit and beats up the other concertgoers, “bender’s game” is about how her anger can overtake her and even being punished for violence won’t faze her, and in “lethal inspection” she outright admits violent outbursts are how she copes with mortality. “anthology of interest 1″ shows that she will descend into a murderous rampage at the slightest provocation if she had just a bit worse impulse control. 

she’s also really stubborn! like, she will have a full-on mental breakdown if someone insists she can’t do something, because she has such an issue with being treated as unwanted and “worthless” that she needs to prove herself as highly capable of anything. "the sting," “mobius dick” and “bender’s game” are both great examples, as is the back half of “bender’s big score” -- note the sharp turn from “happy, calm, in love, willing to let other people handle the situation” to “insists on taking charge, kicking ass, and self-isolating” after lars leaves her at the altar. 

also as great as it is that she’s more organized than fry, this veers into some weird habits like freezing all her dinners a month in advance and having a very minimalist apartment for a while. this plays into how anxious she gets about taking risks. she is very pedantic about grammar and can get ridiculously overzealous about keeping her crew safe and healthy. however she gets bored and frustrated when she doesn’t have excitement in her life. 

she is very bad at organizing papers, preferring to just hide things away even when they become too big to ignore (symbolic!), completely failing when she steps in for hermes in “lethal inspection.” she also forgot to vote despite preaching about it all episode in “a head in the polls.” she is not as infallible as she wants people to believe! she just tries harder to justify it to herself than others, because she also has a severe guilt complex -- if she admits to herself that she did something wrong, she feels she needs to be punished.

she has a lonely, mundane home life. she can struggle with creativity and settle on an unexciting option (i.e. wanting to use superpowers for “humdrum activities” in “less than hero”), which is where fry’s tendency to blurt out any idea that comes to mind comes in handy. 

despite being fairly fashionable, she sometimes struggles with traditional femininity. not just bc of her attitude and mutations but also her feet and breath stink lmao. she also has a bit of a potty mouth and has said “fuck” (bleeped out) in at least three episodes. she's a terrible singer (despite katey herself being a great singer).

she is implied to have a “hedonistic” past and used to drive around in a mausoleum as a teenager. she went to her prom alone with a dress made of carpet remains. she dropped out and “bummed around india for a while” after college. 

she has a massive soft spot for animals, including “gross” ones like leeches, and despite all her violence, she usually backs down if it means a (perceived) innocent animal will be hurt. this can sometimes backfire on her (i.e. “into the wild green yonder”). she is very protective and empathetic towards living creatures, probably cuz she never had anybody looking out for her. she likes to read books about animals to relax. 

she regularly visits the orphanarium and is very concerned with being a good role model for those kids, emphasizing especially with sally. it is repeatedly implied in the (admittedly semi-canon) comics that she wants to be a mother. 

she plays with her hair when she’s nervous or flirty. she had an anxiety attack and physically froze up when she thought a mutant was stalking her. she had a bedwetting problem as a child and even her warden still holds it over her head. 

she has repressed mental illness related to her lack of family growing up  and has a desperate need for companionship, but sets high standards so she won’t get her heart broken first. whenever she’s single, she is very cynical about love and doesn’t do well seeing happy couples. 

she seems very obsessed with normality and stability which is why she often seeks men of high status to date, even if they turn out to be jerks. however, she outgrows this after meeting her family, as she becomes extremely attached to them despite their low status and embraces her mutant culture quickly. 

her mutations are not limited to her eye. she not only has a whole episode about her now-cured genetic mutant disease, but she occasionally lays an egg and has talons on her elbows. depending on the episode, she can be quite disabled by her single eye due to her lack of depth perception. there’s also the singing boil but that episode sucks lol

she also can get really horny lol. once she’s dating fry steadily, she tends to initiate things a lot more, even in public. i think it’s sometimes more of a fanservice thing but it’s always funny to see her so down bad, especially in the comedy central era

she likes bender because of his “in your face attitude” and often has a playful dynamic with him despite disapproving of his lack of morals. she doesn’t like amy a lot of the time but they can get along and comfort each other when the time is needed. i’m not even getting into her and fry because that’s its own post.

overall i just love leela a lot, she’s such a weird, complicated, fascinating character and i could go on about her All Day. 

#turanga leela #leela #futurama #sorry this became a leela wiki page i couldnt decide what to cut. its all important to me.

[see-arcane]

honestly after seeing everything, from films to annotated books, say 1. him getting a "wicked desire" out of the sisters is Repression, or fear of dominant women, or it was hot and he'd enjoy it 2. him not recording what happened between him and Dracula the last night is him "hiding a homosexual affair" 3. him being unable to wake up to save Mina makes him a cuckold and "demoted" by the forbidden object of mina's desire... It's nice to see all three instances when he got assaulted (because 3rd Oct was an assault on him too dammit) being treated seriously, instead of turned into jokes or infidelity Actually.

I joke a lot about subjecting poor Jonathan to assorted horrors, but the truth of it is that while I do like throwing new twists and terrors his way, this guy was already very much subject to a wide array of nightmares and traumas that the rest of the cast never experiences, and for far longer. This obviously isn't to belittle the brisker and more immediately vicious attacks Dracula inflicts on, say, Lucy and Mina, but those same threats--exsanguination, death, undeath, automatic enslavement/entrapment--were all still very much intended for Jonathan on top of the rest of his two month marathon of psychological torture.

And you're right. The latter is never, ever brought up in Dracula media other than Dracula itself. Certainly never with any kind of dignity, honesty, or acknowledgment of the horror involved. Part of the reason I write Mr. Harker into so many miserable corners--corners that, some have pointed out, he's only trapped in by dint of the Villain of the Moment taking a covetous interest in him, be it for his weird strengths or his charm or both--is to highlight the fact that he is a damsel in distress. One who is consistently targeted because he appeals to the monster(s).

Jonathan Harker is a good, sweet, strong, intriguing, desirable character.

Jonathan Harker is a victim of unwanted amorous and/or literally bloodthirsty attention from multiple aggressors.

Jonathan Harker is a traumatized individual who, regardless of what sequels or spinoffs try to twist in otherwise, spent months having his mind dragged over broken glass as he tried to juggle trying to get help, trying to escape, trying not to anger the undead horror keeping him prisoner, trying not to get magically coerced into laying back and letting the sexual predator-coded vampires take turns drinking from him or worse, trying at the very end of his rope to attack the monster only to get parried by yet another surprise superpower and the cheat of arriving minions and elements to conspire against him, trying, trying, trying everything he could think of to Not Be in This Hell, only to ultimately gamble himself on a cliff fall or death in the wilderness rather than stay another minute in that stone box of nightmares and undead eternity with the Weird Sisters.

Jonathan Harker has all this inflicted on him because, like Lucy, like Mina, he was wanted too much. And, like them, he did not want any of it.

Jonathan Harker is not weak for that.

No narrative that tries to warp him into either a quailingly repressed hater of powerful women, or secretly willing cheater with the Brides or Dracula, or any other copout to make it seem like a softer, ignorable, unctuous little footnote in someone else's liberating vampire fetish take on Dracula in which he is unceremoniously booted aside for Mina and the Count's ribald affair which is automatically a better thing than Jonathan daring to have such with the Brides or Dracula has any merit to it. Period. But the infuriating fact is, yeah. The latter are an overwhelming majority in films, shows, and books.

So I feel no shame whatsoever in being as indulgent as possible in my portrayal of Jonathan as the first and most long-term damaged victim of the Count; the only victim in the book who was not one of Dracula's idle afterthoughts, but a meticulous and coveted project. His pain and his appeal are both overdue a spotlight by over a century. So it's all going into whatever I write with him.

#had a ramble and rant to get out this morning whoops #I have Thoughts and I have Feelings about Mr. Jonathan Harker can you tell #jonathan harker #dracula #penclosa #my writing

[dareers-horniness]

Registry Glitches

The feline walked into your office, adorned in his usual hero garb.

You made eye contact, noting the confidence that seemed to be oozing off of him.

The puma was well known, being one of the only known heroes that HADN'T been born on earth.

In fact, his powers were far from the earth heroes as well.

It was an impressive feat to hold more than one single power, but THIS hero seemed to have three! He was certainly a thorn in the supervillains' sides, being near unbeatable. 

He gained a look of inquiry, putting an open paw out to the chair on the other side of your desk. 

You pulled up the hero registry and scrolled to the hero that now stood before you.

"Ah yes, Starstriker. How nice! Please take a seat!" You offered, gesturing with an open paw to the seat in front of you.

He obliged, taking his seat with his confident smile still plastered on his muzzle.

"So why should our organization pick YOU of all heroes to represent us? What do YOU have over all of the other heroes out there?" You inquired, flicking through Starstriker's statistics.

The puma straightened up, taking on a professional appearance.

"Ah. Well I have been protecting this world for over thirty years and been a hero even longer. In my years on this planet, I have learned much of the culture and how you furs live. ADDITIONALLY, I'm sure you'll find that I am much more resilient than other heroes."

He made his case. And a good case it was. Definitely one of accomplishments and spectacular individuality. Being the strongest hero AND not even from earth? He was an anomaly in and of himself!

Any corporation would be a fool not to pick Starstriker as a representative.

"Ah yes! You are QUITE the superstar! You have a RICH resume of protecting the world from villains!" You noted, scrolling through his stats.

"Though it says here you're 47 years old. Tsk. Let's change that to something MUCH more manageable." You remark, backspacing his age and typing in a '2'.

Instantly, as if the registry was a fact of reality, the tall, dashing hero known as Starstriker was no longer in front of you.

Instead, what sat before you in a heightened booster seat was now a toddler-aged puma kitten in a comfortable fleece superhero-themed onesie.

Though the straps of the booster seat would have stood no chance against the unstoppable Starstriker, the little puma's surprised fidgeting in his seat yielded nothing but a noisy crinkle that emanated from his waist.

His eyes went wide as he now looked up at your grinning form.

"W-wha yoo do tuh me?!" He cried out, fear straining his cherubic voice.

He struggled, trying to escape from his comfy-seated entrapment. But all he got was a cute fumbling with his booster seat's buckle, his chubby paws too uncoordinated to press it.

"And it claims your superpower is… super strength, flight, and super speed? Well that just can't be right!" You continued aloud, backspacing through all of those impressive powers and writing in 'diaper-filling' as his only power. 

Something MUCH more matching his age!

The puma went wide-eyed again before squeezing his eyes shut, his paws tightening around the buckle he was so intent on undoing. 

But now all of his worries were on the lifting tail that followed his grunts, the mess flowing into his seat completely ignoring his attempts to stop his accident.

Starstriker's diaper packed against the booster seat, the little hero experiencing his first accident on earth. Though, even through his grunts, he realized that there would likely be many more to come.

The tot sighed and untensed, letting his rump rest on the deposited mess.

As he took in your gaze again, it was clear he had lost all confidence in himself, his thumb quickly reaching up to his muzzle and depositing before a quick sucking sound filled the office.

The hero registry was SO full of glitches these days! Luckily you could set them straight now! 

#age regression #superhero #messy diapers #furry #Puma #reality shifting

[betsib]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

I'm going to stick to One Piece, because that's what I'm most active in right now.

1. A King and a Doctor (6k, T, LawLu) After sustaining permanent injuries, Law gives up pirating and returns to Flevance, where he and his crew make a new home for themselves. Seven years later, the Pirate King himself shows up at his doorstep.

I wrote this over two days for the 10 days of LawLu event, and I'm still very proud of it. Sometimes I wish I had made it longer to really explore the concept, but on the other hand the time limit meant i didn't have time to second guess myself.

2. Four is a Pack (30k, E, ASL/Law) Law recently moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere to work as a veterinarian. One night, two brothers call him in for an emergency as their dog has been poisoned. Except the dog is a wolf. Law soon finds himself adopted into a small werewolf pack, and the three leaders keep paying special attention to him.

This is probably the most fun I've ever had writing a fic by myself. It's extremely self-indulgent, but it turned out better than expected, and I'm still fond of it.

3. A Smile In My Veins (20k , M, LawLu) Law is doing his best to live his life and ignore the fact that he is, technically, no longer alive at all. All he wants is a momentary distraction. Luffy is investigating a series of murders that look like they were caused by vampires, but something seems strange about it. He needs more information. They meet in a bar.

So, vampires, right? Everyone loves vampires. This was another where I was about 7k into writing it before I decided to make it LuLaw, but I still really like how it turned out.

4. Scars Fade, Bones Mend, Grief Remains the Same (15k, M, Ace/Law) Marineford goes as it usually does, except for three things: Akainu doesn't hit quite as directly, Luffy refuses to let go of his brother and Law ends up with both of them at his operating table. While the world believes he is dead, Ace slowly recovers and finds a new home in an unexpected place.

This just started as a "Ace lives AU" with no plans or pairings and eventually grew into this. I made myself ship Ace/Law while writing it, and from the comments it seems to have converted others as well.

5. your laugh to calm the storm (7k, T, LawLu) Law has superpowers and a loud mind. Luffy has superpowers and is just loud in general. They meet in the cafeteria of the high school they both attend, and Luffy decides that means they are friends now.

I wrote this all in one go because of the event deadline, but it was so much fun to write. It's not exactly Shakespeare but I still like it a lot despite it's flaws.

#i think i chose my favs more after how much fun they were to write rather than end result #but i do really like these ones #things i write #one piece fanfiction #one piece

[kitcat992]

Peter’s relationship with Tony wasn’t the only thing ignored in NWH. If it weren’t for his throwaway line that he was an Avenger, you wouldn’t know it from the movie. Which begs the question, why didn’t any Avenger vouch for him at the beginning? Getting Peter acquitted in the court of public opinion should have been a breeze. And why didn’t any Avenger show up to help him with the Avenger-level threat he faced in the climax? Part of the reason has to do with the fact that live actors are involved. Coordinating live actors over and over again is a challenge. Not just NWH. In hindsight, the characters should have logically been interacting way more than they actually were. It's a fundamental flaw of the MCU. The MCU comicbook/ensemble tv series style of storytelling doesn't really work across multiple live action movies when real-life actors are involved.

Yeahhhh, this was a fundamental flaw long before NWH. Honestly, it didn't bother me too much simply for the fact that the comics always had the same flaw themselves. It's simply impossible to have a world of superheroes that all connect and help each other out, while also telling individual, independent stories to each said hero. That's where you have no other choice but to suspend your disbelief, right alongside the actual powers of said superheroes. It makes no sense for a kid to be bitten by a radioactive spider and gain superpowers from it, and yet we don't question that when we read about Spider-Man. The same always had to go for the universe of superheros and their lack of aid when one individual hero was suffering from their own crisis. You simply had to suspend your disbelief.

When I played the PS4 Spider-Man game (circa 2018, holy hell has time flown by) I'd CONSTANTLY have Spider-Man/Peter swing by the Avengers Tower and I'd scream at my TV "HEY! Tony! Steve! SOMEBODY! There's a LOT of shit going on here in New York CAN SOMEBODY COME OUT TO HELP ME!?" My friend watching me play the game would laugh and insist I'd have to come up with a backstory just so I could "get over the hump" of that gaping plot hole. Because to me, it was a plot hole -- we have the Avengers Tower right here and yet Spidey is left to save NYC all by himself, wtf? So I told myself the Avengers were out of the country handling other business and were clueless to the events unfolding 😆

I never had a problem with the lack-of-hero-gatherings in the MCU prior to...mhm, probably Civil War? Like, yeah, Tony is dealing with AIM and Killian and could use some help from Cap or Hawkeye. But if I focused too much on that, I'd lose interest in the story at hand. It wasn't too gaping of a plot hole at the time.

(And besides. The Avengers were always distant co-workers in the MCU. They were never a team or even friends in the MCU. Let's not forget that. The MCU was NOT Avengers Assemble or even close to the comics and the relationships built within those different narratives. The MCU barely gave us disgruntled coworkers who ended up leaving the company they worked for and meeting up again years later for brunch. The Office had a better team dynamic than whatever the fuck the MCU was.)

But NWH? Lmfao nah boo that was a plot hole bigger than anything I've seen before. It's one thing for Steve to be taking down SHIELD with only Nat and Wilson and no one else. But Peter's identity was revealed as a nationwide worldwide thing, AND he was painted as a murderer. Maybe I'd let the first one pass. But the second? An Avenger, honorary or not, was just declared a murderer. Where the fuck is everyone on this? Even Strange was like "Oh, hello Peter, how's it going, long time no see." Uh Stranger where the fuck were you three months ago when this boy was nearly thrown in jail?

Believe it or not, I don't need tight continuity to enjoy something. I used to be a very active fan in the Power Rangers community when I was a teenager, and that should say it all. Same with my love for the comics. I love the story so long as the story has heart to it. It doesn't NEED to make perfect sense -- in fact, when you aim to be "perfect" with making sense, you ruin the fun. It's okay to let some things not add up (and thanks soooooooo much Cinema Sins for ruining this because now everyone goddamn audience member wants to point at a plot hole and claim the content isn't any good because of it. Shit, I wrote an entire novel length fanfiction where the 3rd act involved the characters going to a bunker under the sea with literally no consequences or discussion of decompression sickness or how the fuck OsCorp was able to do the same because it's a story about superheros, suspend your belief and only then you'll find enjoyment. No one questioned the Raft, after all 😅)

Yeah, anyway. I just had many issues with the MCU past Civil War and unfortunately once they started caring more about quantity over quality, things got too messy for me to care about. It's bound to happen when you start throwing an abundance of superheroes at the wall and hoping one may stick. It's doomed to happen when you have so many hands in the pot, and none of those hands brush up on the continuity history that came before them.

And for the record, no, the comics aren't without this flaw either. The comics have always had writers come in, decide "the previous 15 issues before mine are now non-canon" and then tell their own story. The MCU, in many ways, decided to do the same thing. Shit, they just erased all off the Accords with a throw away line. You can't really fault them when their source material content does the same exact thing.

I just expected better from live action, I guess.

The MCU was doomed the moment they decided not to have a set finale. Continuity only worked if they had an end in sight. Unfortunately, money will always keep that from happening

#anti-mcu #power rangers #marvel #mcu

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One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 2/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

Author Note: Here's a bit more status quo before getting into the action.

This house was a nightmare, Phil thought for very much not the first time.

 “Phil, please make him stop,” Techno pleaded through a mouthful of pancake. It was about 7am in his household and things were progressing in an unfortunately normal manner.

“Will, stop,” Phil ordered.

Wilbur did not stop. He continued to strum his guitar while spewing out sing-song words that inhumanly echoed against Phil’s skull. “Is it annoy-oy-oying?”

“Yes,” Techno groaned, and it was. It was the most annoying thing in the world the way his voice skittered and crawled up and down Phil’s back, like he was being poked with icy cold fingers repeatedly. It was painless, but Phil still wanted to slam his own head into the wall. Or, better yet, Will’s.

“Can we not have one breakfast without light torture?” he asked his son.

“No, Phil,” he continued to sing, and invoking Phil’s name made the annoying sensation of his voice dig deeper into his skin. “I need to practice, and you are a captive audience because you love me.” Unfortunately, this was fact.

“Shut up, shut up,” Phil begged. “Put the pancakes in your mouth and shut up.” He slammed down the last platter of pancakes he’d been making and put two on the boy’s plate. Wilbur ignored this, continuing to make the low-pitched warbling sound as he stummed on his guitar.

“I’m going to kill him,” Techno said. “I don’t even care anymore. I’m 98% sure it wouldn’t be permanent, but it would be so satisfying.”

Phil knew that was a lie, of course, (though he wondered when he’d gotten numb to those sort of jokes) and so did Wilbur. “Technoblade will not kill me because he is far too soft,” Wilbur sang even louder.

“Wilbur seriously,” Techno snapped, wincing at the increased volume. “I have a headache.”

Wilbur’s mouth snapped shut immediately and Phil let out a sigh of relief. The fingers on the guitar paused, letting the last strummed chord fade. Phil watched as those fingers shifted and rearranged themselves to strum a different chord. “This is Technoblade’s headache song,” he sang along with the new tune. “This is Technoblade’s headache song. Techno has a headache, so we’ll sing it all night long. Oh, we’ll sing it all night long.”

The tension that had been lining Techno’s shoulders all morning slowly leaked out of him. “How are you both the worst and best person in the universe?” Techno asked as Will repeated the chorus again. He let his head sink down onto the table and Phil had to act fast to keep his not yet braided hair from falling into the syrup. “You’re a lyricist. You’d think you could come up with something less stupid for it,” he grumbled. Phil patted his head with a soft laugh.

Wilbur just smiled through his song without pausing the “verse” of ‘ba da da da’s that came faster with a slightly different tune from the lyrics. It was a familiar song in their home, its origins from the first week they all lived together, though the tune had changed slightly as Will perfected it over the years.

The pattern repeated: two run throughs of the chorus and a string of ‘ba’s and ‘da’s’ three more times before Will paused. “Better?” he asked, just a touch smug.

“Yeah,” Techno grumbled reluctantly. He peeled his face off the table and grabbed his fork to stab another piece of his pancake.

“Good,” Phil said, rubbing his back. He turned to Wilbur. “Now shut up and eat your god dammed food before it gets colder than it already is.”

Wilbur grinned at him. “Don’t you want a song, Phil?”

“Shut it,” Phil said, pointing a warning finger at him. “Shut.”

“But…”

“Shut.”

Will rolled his eyes and finally, blessedly began to butter his pancakes in preparation for eating them.

“We should just lock him in his room for the first hour he’s awake,” Techno said. “Morning Wilbur is annoying.”

“I can give you back that headache, Techno.” Wilbur said, as he drenched his pancakes in syrup. There was no tune of a threat to his words though.

“I can give you a sword through your…”

“Boys,” Phil warned and even though they were rightfully far too old to have to listen to him, they both simmered down.

Phil was finally able to eat his breakfast in relative peace after that, though Will did absentmindedly hum as he ate. It was a light, calming sound though, so Phil didn’t mind.

“I want some tea,” Techno said as he picked up his and Phil’s plate. Will was still finishing off his bacon, using it to scoop up the last remains of his syrup puddle. “Anyone want tea?”

“With honey?” Will said, puppy dog eyes fully engaged.

Technoblade rolled his eyes and didn’t answer which Phil and Wilbur took to be a yes. “Phil?”

“Yeah, thanks Tech.”

Techno nodded and stole Wilbur’s plate out from under him. “I wasn’t done with that,” Will said with a frown.

“I’m not watching you lick syrup off your plate like a dog again.”

Wilbur huffed but didn’t argue any further.

“How was your night, Will?” Phil asked.

Wilbur turned to him, straightening a bit at the clear indication that they were switching over from breakfast time (where shop talk was disallowed) to business time. He shrugged in response to Phil’s question. “Was alright,” he answered. “Talked to Schlatt. Did some recon. Watched Techie sleep for a bit.”

“Yeah, would you quit that?” Technoblade said from over by the sink. “It’s creepy. Your eyes glow in the dark.”

“You snore,” Wiblur informed him cheerfully. “The Chicken was out and about at about 1am which is weird. Pretty sure he’s a second shift hero.”

Phil’s interest was immediately piqued at the mention of the superhero. The Red Glider (though Phil did think calling him ‘The Chicken’ was rather hilarious) was quickly moving from nuisance to legitimate opponent in Phil’s mind despite the fact that his power was a discount version of Phil’s own. He’d managed to get in their way constantly the past few months and somehow none of them had managed to land a hit on him. Just yesterday he’d managed to prevent them from stealing a rare suppression orb and then fucked off down a trash shoot of all things when Phil had thought he’d had him cornered. “Find out anything interesting?” he asked Will.

Wilbur closed his eyes in thought. “No,” he said after a moment. “I, uh,” a blush creeped up his neck. “Got distracted I think.”

“That’s alright, Will,” Phil said.

“No, it’s not,” Wilbur grumbled. “It would be a great way to get intel on the horrible little monster if he’d work with me. God, I so badly want to wring that little hero’s neck like the chicken he is.”

“He’s not that bad,” Techno said, setting down three mugs of tea.

“Your standards are low,” Wilbur replied. “He’s an annoying bastard, and he will die by my hand. Did you see what he did to my nose?!” He pointed at said nose and the blooming bruise there.

“To be fair, he was just doing his job,” Phil pointed out. Without even saying anything, he reached out to Techno who turned obediently to give access to his hair. He’d already brushed it out before breakfast and offered Phil one of the hairbands on his wrist.

“Would you have kicked my nose in during your hero days?” Wilbur questioned.

“Assuming you weren’t my kid?” Phil asked, making sure he’d gathered up all the loose pink strands of hair before starting to braid. “I would have beaten your ass Will.”

Wilbur pouted at him, though it clearly was mostly for show and Phil laughed.

“He did beat my ass,” Techno contributed. “He was fucking terrifying.” There was a softness to it like it was a good memory, but part of Phil still recoiled at the reminder of those times and he decided to change the subject.

“Speaking of the Red Glider,” he said. “We don’t have many more chances at a suppression orb. We need to come up with a plan to get around the hero agency if we’re actually going to get into the Netherrealm. The next easiest one to get that I know of is in The Vault. We’ll need fire resistance potions, though since it’s in the center of a pool of lava.”

“Any way this plan can avoid running into Mr. Cluck?” Wilbur asked.

“That’s a pretty good idea, actually,” Phil said. “You mentioned it was weird for him to be out at 1am. Do you know when he usually gets off?”

Wilbur contemplated the question, staring into his tea. “‘Bout 10,” he said after a moment.

Phil hummed. “He probably works, what? Noon to 10 then? If we strike in the mornings, we might avoid him. Maybe we’ll have better luck. We can go try to steal some fire res from the Blaze Lab today.” He finished off the braid and secured it before pulling away.

“If we can get Wilbur out of the bathroom before noon,” Techno said.

“Hey!”

“If we can make Wilbur get out of the bathroom before noon,” Phil agreed with a chuckle.

Author Note: Don't worry! I promise someone will be in pain the next chapter. :)

#backlog

[twistedtummies2]

Good & Evil - Flawed Heroes

Welcome to Good & Evil: A Study of Heroes & Villains. I’m discussing different forms of heroic and villainous characters, different types of protagonists and antagonists, and providing examples of them each from various sources. We’ve covered the basic building blocks of the “Hero” and “Villain” archetypes, so now, let’s start getting a bit more complex. Today’s topic: Flawed Heroes. To begin with, it must be said that the phrase “Flawed Heroes” is somewhat unspecific. On a technical level, most heroic protagonists worth their salt have flaws of some kind: if they didn’t, there would really be no conflict or tension. After all, if they were completely perfect, the story would be over quite quickly. However, the specific flaws we’re speaking of are internal ones: less physical and more mental or emotional. While simple Heroes are essentially role model figures who will always make the right choice, no matter what, Flawed Heroes are characters who either will EVENTUALLY make the right choice, or else will always make the right choice, but not always for the right reasons or in the right way. They have personal issues that they need to tackle, lessons they need to learn, or simply go about things in a way that might not always be the most agreeable.

The most classical example of the Flawed Hero, I would say, is Sherlock Holmes. From the books on through virtually every noteworthy incarnation, Holmes is the quintessential Flawed Hero. He is the tenacious detective who will always bring justice to those who deserve it, and he will, in the end, always catch the right target. However, he won’t always be NICE when he goes about it: Holmes is mercurial, antisocial, obsessive, rude, arrogant, eccentric (if not, indeed, half-mad), and has an addiction to drugs, among other less-than-savory habits and traits. While he also generally avoids bloodshed, he’s not above allowing people to die, or even - if absolutely necessary - killing them himself, provided it is the only way to bring a case to a happy close. However, therein lies Holmes’ integrity: despite his many, MANY unhealthy and unpleasant behaviors, he is a person who - deep down - values life and morality. He will always try to bring a case to a non-lethal close, always try to do what is best for everyone involved, and will never ignore anyone who has a problem worth his time. Holmes is not a perfect person…but he is a good man, even if he doesn’t recognize it, himself.

A similar situation can be found in the central character of the BBC sci-fi series “Doctor Who,” the time-travelling alien known only as The Doctor. The Doctor has been played by many actors over the decades, and each incarnation differs from the last in some greater or lesser degree. However, one thing that all the Doctors have in common are these three facts: all of them are a pack of weirdos, all of them have egos, and all of them have the propensity to do morally questionable things in the name of a good cause. While some versions of the Doctor are nicer than others, for lack of a better way of putting it, none of them are perfect people without flaws or personal issues. However, regardless of their faults and troubles, each Doctor consistently proves to be well-meaning, and values fairness and kindness. To paraphrase a line from the show, the Doctor may not always ACT like a good person, but he (or she, in number 13’s case) will always TRY to be.

If Superman is the quintessential Hero of DC Comics, then I would argue Batman, a.k.a. Bruce Wayne, is the quintessential FLAWED Hero for the same company. Much like Superman, Batman has been reimagined and reinvented numerous times, and some versions sway to different areas of the scale (Adam West’s Caped Crusader is more of a classic Hero, while Michael Keaton’s Dark Knight is more of an Anti-Hero), but at his core, I think Batman stands as a character who is pretty uch heroic, but still has problems. Disregarding his lack of conventional superpowers, Bruce Wayne has several issues as a person: he’s obsessive, depressive, cynical, and at times curt or even cold. While he typically abhors outright murder, he has fewer problems maiming or just scaring the daylights out of criminals who encounter him, and the zealous, at times militaristic passion he has when warring on crime can, at times, seem overwhelming. However, at his heart, Bruce Wayne is not only a good man, but a man many wish they could be: he is charitable, much more caring than he lets on, and while his methods are unorthodox, he is rarely truly cruel or callous. Bruce Wayne has issues, but he is not in any way a villainous figure. He stands as a beacon of goodness in a dark world…he’s just not always the easiest beacon to get along with.

While Batman, The Doctor and Sherlock Holmes are relatively “static” in their flaws - by which I mean, they are characters where the issues are constant pretty much from beginning to end - a very common pattern with Flawed Heroes is their tendency to evolve and become True Heroes. Very often, these protagonists will start off as people who do not make the right choices, but - after facing various trials and learning various lessons - they ultimately DO make the right decision at the most crucial point in the story, and thus prove their mettle, becoming a Real Hero as they overcome temptation. Sometimes they will be presented these temptations over and over again, but they will - inevitably - either resist or at least take something away from these roads that should not be traveled. I can think of no finer example of this type of character than my personal favorite superhero, Spider-Man.

Spider-Man (and I’m specifically talking Peter Parker here) has an origin story that fits this idea to a tea: when he first gains his incredible abilities, helping people out is the last thing on his mind. He instead goes out to seek selfish pleasure and material gain, and it’s indicated in some versions that, if he had continued on this path, he might have become a villain rather than a hero, over time. However, when personal tragedy strikes because of something Peter did or did not do, he learns that “with great power comes great responsibility”: his actions and inactions have consequences, and those with power and prestige should do what they can to help the less fortunate. Even after learning this harsh lesson, Peter still makes mistakes - some more dreadful than others - but this isn’t because he’s an idiot or because he’s a bad person. It’s simply because he’s a human being, and he always does his best to make sure the mistakes of his past do not become his follies in the future. It may take Spidey a little time to reach the right decision, but he will get there, one way or another.

A rare but interesting twist on this formula, which has popped up more often in recent years, is the Flawed Hero who does not realize they ARE flawed..and for that matter, neither does the audience! These sort of “twist flawed heroes” are intriguing because they make us question our ethics and ideals just as much as the characters do. A great example of this is Judy Hopps, the main character in Disney’s Zootopia. Judy, at first glance, seems to be a pretty straightforward hero: she’s optimistic, determined, and joins the police department largely out of a genuine desire to help people and do good. So, where does the flaw come in? Well, Judy comes to realize that she has a fundamental problem with her perception of the world: it’s very black and white, with one group of animals - the predators - always being seen as evil, and the other group - the prey - being seen as inherently good. Over the course of the film, she realizes this bias in herself, and when it causes trouble for not only her life but the lives of others, she comes to understand the fallacy in her line of thought, and begins to re-evaluate her entire view of the world around her. The audience learns from Judy’s journey just as much as she does, which makes her a particularly relatable protagonist. Flawed Heroes, on the whole, achieve the same basic goal and function as more typical Heroes, but have a different way of going about it. Instead of being characters we want to be like or wish to become, they are characters who more accurately show us the good humanity is truly capable of. People aren’t perfect, we all have our own foibles and fancies, and we all have lessons we have to learn at some point along the way. This does not mean we cannot do great or wonderful things, nor does it mean we should give up on believing such things are possible. By showing us the humanity that lies under the surface of a hero’s journey, Flawed Heroes tell us that, no matter what we’ve done or what we’ve been, we, too, can overcome the toughest obstacles not only against the world around us, but within our own souls. They are still figures of hope...they just have to work a little harder to make that hope a reality.

#good and evil #a study in heroes and villains #flawed heroes #character types #archetypes #king arthur #fate #fate/zero #fate/stay night #po #kung fu panda #sherlock holmes #batman #dc #spider-man #marvel #the doctor #doctor who #judy hopps #zootopia #analysis

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Fun fact that I'm sure no one will care about: I also write fanfic!

Probably more appropriate to talk about this on my kink blog than my writing blog (@avulle), which like, probably has plenty of people following it who have no interest in my weird sex problems. (They probably followed me for my naruto power-fantasy fic, my crack femmeslash fics, or my sweet loving smut.)

It's like, theoretically a Triple Treble fic bluh bluh whatever you can read the summary, I'm posting this on my kink blog so I can spill my guts about the weird sex shit.

This fic was, in a very real sense, me reckoning with my kink. It's still comparatively tame for, like, most of the people who are gonna end up here, but this fic was I think the first time I really thought about what kink could look like for me, both as a domme and as a sub. I have a myriad of weird trauma around a lot of bdsm stuff (don't worry, it's not from anything like that), and this was the first time I tried to actually engage with bdsm without ignoring those problems, or shoving it down and pretending it didn't exist long enough for me to orgasm.

In my fics, I am every character. They're all different fragments of myself, so in this fic, so—

With Aubrey (in her relationship with Chloe), I was very much asking myself "what could I do as a sub?" Despite my trauma, are there aspects of this kind of play that I could enjoy? (If you do read it, don't worry, I don't have *quite* as many problems as she does.)

With Chloe (in her relationship with Aubrey), I was asking myself like, "what kind of domme would I want to be?" How would I want to be treated, how would I want to treat a potential sub? Chloe is comparatively vanilla because her sub is me (and I have so many Problems), but also the things she likes doing are the things I like doing, but also the way she sees herself (“You know that I like hurting you, because I’m kind of a bitch—”) and the way she likes to be touched or not touched.

Beca, of course, is all the most traumatized parts of myself. (Spoilers for stuff that isn't even part of the fic yet, but): Beca has the vampire-superpower to command anyone to do anything she wants. She is a walking threat to the sanctity of the minds of literally everyone around her, and she hates it. To compound that, she is a vampire in a relationship with a human—who she can effortlessly overpower in every way. She is one of the seven vampires left who still have bloodlust, and unlike most of the other seven, she Very Much Feels It. Beca is about having power you don't want, feeling like you have a monster inside of you that you can never let out, that you have to be ten times more gentle and kind at all times to keep it at bay, to stop everyone from being terrified of you. For the longest time, I viewed my kink as this monster inside of me that wanted to hurt the people around me—especially the people I cared the most about—always itching to get out, and at its closest to the surface when I was aroused. (A battle I felt I was losing every time I gave in and watched BDSM pornography.) Like, she's me times a gajillion, and also I'm more at peace with myself than I was when I wrote this fic, but she's still definitely a fragment of myself.

Anyways.

Yeah.

You should read it. I do think it's good. It wins the award for the first sex scene I wrote that actively aroused me, which was an experience. I felt like I was out of my mind for like three hours straight as I wrote it. (It's the one in chapter five.) I wonder if that's the way most people feel when they write smut all the time? (Sorry, off topic.)

#avulle talks kink #avulle also overshares #this is what people like right? #someone with all of the traumas? #also #can you tell that i like to write? #my list of kinks is 630 words long #the document that contains it also has 1100 words of questions and answers i had about the preferences of... #y'know #a friend :) #💕💕 #mine

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

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Five facts about my favourite OC:

Sophia (Superpowers Story) - Dyed her hair red because she liked the way it looked, but the underside black so she could blend in; Is a massive technophobe, Mitch is the one who helps her within the gang; Learned to hustle at pool when bored and it’s a hobby she’s never let slip; Gabe taught her to pick locks despite their parents not wanting her to become part of the family business; Her childhood friend was Jack, and she still sometimes talks to him, or thinks about how he would deal with things if she really doesn’t know what to do.

Four things I’m most excited to write for:

Esme facing Elias (Supernatural Crime Story); I’m really excited for extra scenes with Sylvester at the moment (Countdown Story); Just anything between Mathias and his mother I think (Superpowers Story); Darius dealing with the protagonists (Across Stories Story).

Three OTPs and why:

Alia and Marty (Magical Entrepreneur Story), because Alia learning about his crush on her and realising she likes him in that way too is something I’m excited to work on properly; Maria and Sebastian (Superpowers Story), while you don’t really see much of their relationship, it’s a really interesting one for me to think about sometimes with relation to all they and their family do; Mina and André (Historical Crime Story), they’re one of my newer couples, but the idea of him constantly having to pull her back from danger simply because she wants to investigate is something I think is going to be entertaining to work on.

Two fic authors I adore and their OCs:

codenamekryptonite - Mikael is another character I love; heirsoflilith’s Aislin is a character that I adore.  

One WIP paragraph:

From Zombie Story: Isaac nodded, tried to ignore the concern that ran down his spine at the thought this was the only opportunity they were going to get. His attention strayed around the collection of other groups that had come out of the building that morning, prepared to leave and almost happy to be doing something because the alternative was worse. Though, most of the groups were smaller than his own, and Winston’s.

#Repost #Made By Me #Answered Questions #Writer Things

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Three: Shun Kaido, AKA The Jet-Black Wings

Summary: Being a psychic is not an ideal life, at least for Saiki Kusuo. Didn’t you read/watch The Disastrous Life of Saiki K to know that? Still, this isn’t about him, not really. Instead, let’s focus on his one and only friend, Akari Watanabe, who is also quite abnormal. You might not believe that Saiki would actually have a friend, but that’s what fanfictions are about, right?  

Word Count: 2515

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WALKING TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING WAS a tad bit more annoying than usual which was due to the fact that a blue-haired, eighth grad minded boy had joined the pair of superpowered teens on their walk. Unfortunately, there was another weirdo who had latched themselves onto Kusuo and, by association, Akari. Unlike Nendo, Kaido Shun wasn't completely stupid which meant that Kusuo could read his thoughts, which he wished wasn't true. All Kaido ever thinks about is how he's the "Jet-Black Wings'' and about the Dark Reunion, an evil organization after him. It was extremely annoying.

Akari didn't mind Kaido all that much, as long as he didn't go on and on about his secret power and his destiny. He was tolerable to a degree. Though he was just like everyone else who never noticed her and mistook her for a shadow. However, she did find amusement from his reaction to when he did notice. She found it quite cute.

Now, Akari sat in her seat all the way in the back of the classroom, completely unseen by just about everyone, including the teacher. It was in the corner of the class almost completely in the shadows which Akari appreciated so much. No one bothered her when she wanted to take a nap in the back of the class or if she was annoyed. It was a little piece of paradise for her. Something that Kusuo envied quite a bit. 

"Hey did you hear the news?" An unnamed male student asked, grabbing Kaido's attention from across the room. "A poisonous snake is on the loose!"

Another student, a boy with boring brown hair gasped, "Seriously? That's so dangerous!"

"Are you sure it's loose?" Kaido walked up to them, as cool as he could with his school jacket around his shoulders like a cape. He had a faux sense of confidence around him that only ever comes out when he acts as his hero persona, Jet-Black Wings. His fantasy went as far as him wrapping up both of his arms every day in red bandages to "keep his powers from overtaking him" or something silly like that. The mind of an eighth-grader, I'm telling you. "Sounds like another Dark Reunion's lie. But they can't fool the Jet-Black Wings! Someone must have released that snake!"

"Wait a minute!" A third unnamed and unimportant student shouted, "You know who did this?"

"Did this Jet-Black Wings dude do it?" The other boy asked in confusion.

"No!" Kaido called out, "I'm the Jet-Black Wings! A secret society called the Dark Reunion is behind it! And this is the first step in their Human Sorting Plan!"

'Dark Reunion!' The other students thought to themselves in shock before rolling their eyes and walking away from the self-proclaimed superhero. 'Never heard of them. What a waste of time.'

Kaido just scoffed lightly at their dismissal of the dangerous secret society. He slides over to Kusuo with his arms crossed, trying to pretend like he wasn't upset at the other students ignoring him. "I guess it's up to us superheroes. Right, Saiki?"

'Whatever.' Kusuo rolled his eyes, 'Of course, he doesn't know I'm actually a psychic. It's all just part of his fantasy.'

'At least he can talk to you,' Akari huffed and pushed some of her hair out of her vibrant eyes while still sitting at her desk across the room. She gazed at the pair with a small bored uptick of her lips. 'He can barely even form a sentence when he does notice me.' Akari doesn't like having attention on her, though there are times that she would like to be treated as a normal person. A simple "hello" or "how are you?" from someone could go a long way. The only ones who do that are the Saikis, her own family, and Nendo, which is nice and all, but she would like to have someone other than them acknowledge her without her having to go out of her way to get them to see her. Though when Kaido does see her, he is unable to speak to girls and it is so painful at times. However, Akari found it entertaining and cute at times.

"Saiki, tell me what you think. I don't like this one bit. That snake, which I have named the Murder Dragoram Snake, is probably no ordinary snake!" Kaido said passionately, still going on about his fantasy narrative about him being a hero.

'That's quite the dramatic name.' Kusuo commented which caused Akari to giggle softly across the room.

Kaido continued, "This Murder Dragoram Snake is probably a dangerous monster created in a top-secret Dark Reunion lab."

'That's all speculation.'

"It's up to us." He said heroically, "We must save humanity from..."

Suddenly, another student burst through the door, cutting the "Jet-Black Wings" off, "Hey, they caught the snake!"

Kaido froze. A different student sighed in relief, "Thank goodness! Where was it?"

"In front of the gate. Apparently it was nearly dead," he explained.

'No way!' The Jet-Black Wings mentally gasped, 'Could there be others with powers like our own out there? Is my theory about Watanabe-chan true!'

Kusuo eyed him with agitation in his violet irises, 'You're what about Watanabe?' 

The students continued to discuss the now nearly dead snake. "Why was it almost dead?"

"They say some elementary school kids were messing with it."

Akari cringed at the mental image of a couple of young kids using the poor snake as a whip. A horrible and painful way to go, humiliating as well. Kusuo did the same with a raised eyebrow, 'Who knew the Murder Dragoram Snake was so weak?'

"Guess the Dark Reunion isn't a threat after all." A student called out to Kaido who seemed to be hurt that his fantasy had broken slightly.

"Careful, now!" A boy called out sarcastically, "This is a secret society we're talking about!"

A girl laughed along with the teasing, "Watch yourself or you will be sorted."

Kaido huffed and made sure that his eyes were hidden by his hair. Akari frowned at the sight. "Go ahead, laugh while you can. It's the calm before the storm. They're coming for us. I tried to warn you..." It was obvious that he was trying to keep the tears from coming out of his baby blue eyes. Sure, Kaido could be a bit much and quite childish, but there was no need to bully him over it, Akari thought. It was a harmless game that he liked to play with himself, he wasn't hurting anyone while doing it so Akari thought that he should be left alone. As much as she hated dealing with people and being noticed by them sometimes, she didn't like seeing their feelings hurt like this.

She finally stood up from her shadowy paradise and glided over to her psychic friend. Her small figure weaving through the desks and other students who shivered as a cold wind brushed over them. She crossed her arms and tilted her head. 'He's going to cry, isn't he.'

'Yup.' Kusuo simply answered.

Akari sighed with a small, sad breath, 'I almost feel bad for him... almost.'

Kusuo was then struck with a premonition and suddenly stood up abruptly from his desk. Akari watched as he started to walk out of the classroom with a raised eyebrow. 'We should go too.' He barely looked in Akari's direction but knew that she would come with him. She truly is a shadow the more you think about it. Always in the background sticking to places where someone could barely see her and hiding behind the pink-haired psychic like he was a wall and following him in nearly every step he took. Why couldn't he have been blessed with the amazing power that she had? The little to no effort that she put into being completely inconspicuous was a trait he envied.

'Huh? Why?' Akari mentally asked as she followed after her one and only friend like a lost puppy. They walked towards the bathrooms where Kusuo walked right in. Knowing that she couldn't be seen walking into the boy's bathroom, Akari turned herself into a shadow and slipped through the door completely unnoticed as she followed Kusuo into a stall. Now, she didn't usually do anything like this. So don't think she is some kind of pervert or anything! There was no way that she would ever abuse her powers to do something as idiotic and disgusting as this. The only reason she ever did this was when Kusuo told her to follow him in there which was not as often as you might think. Please, we all know that neither of them are like that perverted medium that has yet to show his stupid face in this fanfic.

So now, Kusuo sat on the toilet seat while Akari hovered in her shadowy form on one of the walls of the stall. Her glittering yellow eyes were the only real visible attribute to her which gave her quite a menacing appearance. In this form, her eyes seemed to sharpen in a seemingly dangerous way. The narrowed yellow eyes appeared to be those of a cat as they glowed through the waves of shadows that rolled off of her. If someone were to see her like this, they may think she was some kind of ghost or demon. The only one who didn't fear her like this was Kusuo. Though that was because he was far too overpowered to be frightened by a shadow manipulator who could barely cause anyone harm.

She gazed down at him as her form gracefully floated against the wall. Her sharp eyes watched as her friend crossed his eyes behind his glasses and used his clairvoyance to see what was happening in their classroom. The yellow-eyed shadow wasn't exactly sure what was going on in her classroom, though she suspected it was bad from the distant screams coming from down the hall. 

Kusuo watched as the students in their class screamed and freaked out about the snake that was now slithering around the floor. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of satisfaction at the fact that they were being tormented after bullying Kaidou. Kusuo didn't care all that much about how Kaidou was treated, however, he knew for a fact that Akari did. So he knew that he wouldn't hear her complain about this all that much after school. As much as he tolerated Akari, she became a tad bit more annoying when she was angered and complaining about something. 'I saw that whole thing coming thanks to my powers.'

'What's happening?' Akari mentally asked him as she stared at her silent friend. She had no idea what was currently happening and was quite curious.

Kusuo uncrossed his purple eyes and glanced quickly up at her, 'There's a snake in the classroom.'

'Oh, really?' She asked in surprise as her invisible eyebrow raised. 'Quite strange how there happened to be two snakes loose at school.'

Akari still had no idea what was happening and Kusuo had yet to narrate to her what was occurring. It was slightly frustrating, she should have just stayed in the classroom. Not like anyone would have noticed her anyway. The one thing she did notice was the sound of Kaido crying in the stall right next to them. If it was one thing that Akari hated the most, it was people crying. It was such an uncomfortable thing to witness someone crying, in her opinion. She never knew what to do in that situation. A few moments pass with nothing for Akari besides the fact that the horrid crying from Kaidou had stopped.

As far as she knew, chaos was still ensuing in their classroom. Though at the moment, Kaidou had just courageously stepped in front of one of his female classmates to protect her from the snake that had lunged at her. Akari watched as Kusuo's eyes flashed brightly, signifying that he was using his powers for something. For what, she didn't know. Once again, she was stuck in the dark in this situation, and this wasn't the kind of dark that she liked.

Kusuo eventually stood up and started to exit the stall to leave the bathroom. Akari followed after him with her figure flowing against the floor and walls. When they got back in the hall and made sure there was no one around, Akari reformed back into her physical form and looked up at her friend with wide eyes. 'You took care of it?'

The pink-haired psychic sighed. He already knew what she was thinking at the moment, he didn't even need his mind-reading for it. Just because he was forced to "help" people from time to time, didn't mean that he considered them friends in any regard. Akari herself was probably the only person that he could possibly consider a friend. Though even then he still wouldn't say it out loud. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye as they entered back into their classroom. The students were still celebrating the miraculous lighting-like powers that Kaidou may or may not have possessed to kill the snake. 'As far as everyone else knows the Jet-Black Wings took care of the snake.'

Akari knew that as much as Kusuo liked to say he didn't care, he always does something to contradict that. He usually ended up helping someone he deemed annoying in some way or another. He looked after people who he would say that aren't his friends. He's just too tsundere to admit that he has actual friends. 'Hmm, and for some reason, you say you don't care.'

'Care about an idiot like Kaidou?' Kusuo's eyebrow twitched at the notion she was trying to insinuate. 'Of course not.'

Akari just giggled. The hauntingly pleasant sound just ticked off Kusuo a little bit more already hearing her thoughts about how she doubted him. It didn't matter, because he doesn't care what happens to these people. They were just annoyances that he had to suffer through on a daily basis. He only looked out to make sure that they weren't harmed so that there weren't any problems that could arise from them getting hurt. There was no way that he did any of this because they were friends or because it upset Akari to a degree. It's not like he cared how she felt about things like this. Why would he?

Later in the day, in their next class, Kaido now sat lazily in his seat with a smug smirk on his face. He had already been causing a bit more trouble because of his new confidence in his "powers". Their teacher stood over the blue-haired boy with a scowl, "I'm not liking this new attitude of yours, Kaido."

"Watch your tone." Kaido said sassily, "Unless you wish to be hunted by the Judgment Knights of Thunder."

"Counselor's room, now." The teacher ordered him, to the poor boy's dismay.

'That guy is hopeless.' Akari and Kusuo thought in unison while shaking their heads at him.

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frank: what would you do if you had super powers?

hazel: i dunno, hopefully help people.

leo: i’d rob a bank

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To Be Forgotten Amongst Friends chp1

Omega! Reader x avengers

Hello all! I revamped my story "ikaros" and this is the new story! Also the name is long rip.

Trigger warnings (later chapters mostly)- ptsd, noncon, kidnapping, human experimentation, Stockholm and lima syndrome

The following chapters will be posted on- https://archiveofourown.org/works/33890977     (seriously- may not post here that often cause i hate the tagging system- go check out ao3)

It's a beautiful day in New York and you're a terrible, no good, thief. 

You were considered New York’s very own Robin Hood. Two hundred ATM robberies in two years, the money flying out of the machines and into the hands of people who needed it. The banks, collectively, had lost over $300,000 from the ATMs alone. But of course, it wasn't just the ATMs. A rash of robberies had spread over the East coast. Most were digital, companies funneling their own money to offshore accounts that wanted nothing to do with U.S. intervention. The FBI were notified, then the CIA, and eventually- after a daring cyber attack against the DOD- SHIELD itself turned it's one eyed gaze onto you.

Nick Fury saw something the other agencies didn't. You had certain gifts that made your line of work incredibly easy. Whether they were natural mutations or some sort of superpower, they allowed you to break into some of the most secure networks known to man. He had almost found you when SHIELD fell and his resources vanished. After the dust cleared he was forced to start from scratch. Hunting you and the remnants of Hydra down at the same time wasn't easy, but, in a strange twist of fate, he found someone else that was searching for you too.

+++

New York was filled with so many people. Most of them were good, in your opinion. (Well, maybe half, actually.) You spent most of your off time working on "projects" or walking around the city. You had become a fixture at the local Bodega. Single omegas were extremely  rare, marked single omegas were almost unheard of. The mark gave you certain freedoms other omegas, sadly, didn't have. It drove away most potential suitors and the ones who were particularly bold would be given a taste of your powers. Once the burrow had gotten used to your presence they saw you as a generous person, but a secretive one. Someone who took no shit even with their designation. You gave to the community and different Omega rights groups in the area. After years of watching you quietly go about helping people you had been welcomed into the burrow's heart with open arms.

You loved helping people in your own way. You loved it just as much as you hated corporations and the police, but when you could make an ATM spew it's contents out into the poorest streets of Brooklyn or make Fox News send a million dollars to Planned Parenthood, you could have the best of both worlds.

At least, for a time. All good things had to end, right? That's what you told yourself as the redhead picked her way through the crowd towards you. 

Seeing an avenger in your neighborhood was an odd occurrence. It was a poorer part of town, untouched in the battle of New York, and too out of the way for any super villain origin stories. In fact, you seemed to be the only mutant in the entire block. You'd always thought, if someone was going to come for you, it would be a couple of FBI agents and not the fucking Black Widow. Your brain and heart went into overdrive as you tried to remember doing anything worth the avenger's time. But there was nothing. The DOD hack had been almost a year ago and all you did was release government files showing attacks on civilians overseas. It hardly seemed like an avengers worthy crime, especially when Black Widow herself had leaked government secrets before.

Any hope of her not not looking for you was dashed when her eyes locked onto yours. She tilted her head, asking a silent question. 

The burst of adrenaline sent you careening through the lunchtime crowds. You couldn't feel anyone on the rooftops but there was a large form blocking your path, trying to box you in. They were stronger and faster but you knew the environment. You ducked into Charlie's, your sneakers skidding on the asphalt as you took the sharp turn. The person behind the counter lazily looked up as you walked to the back. They knew you well enough to not care, they also weren't paid enough to care. The alley would open up into a busy side street. More people meant a better chance to blend in and get away. You were almost to the end when the door opened behind you. Black Widow and fucking Captain America stepped into the alley. For a moment the three of you stood in something akin to a standoff. 

You felt wildly undressed for this life-threatening situation.

"We just want to talk, (Y/N)" Captain America told you, hands raised. The unmistakable stink of an alpha radiated from the captain. You were momentarily thankful for your mark dulling its effect on you. Though, the blonde's scent was tinged with something hauntingly familiar. Something you didn't want to recognize.

Behind him, Black widow's free hand went to her ear. "Target is in the alley between 31st and 32nd," A twitch of your finger and the line went dead. Her hand dropped to the gun at her hip.

"I'm feeling pretty under equipped for this 'conversation'," You replied, slowly raising your hands as well, wondering if they could feel what you were doing. They didn't react and you slowly let your power seep from you.

Natasha was the first to react, drawing her gun and spinning around. Steve looked at her with confusion as her wide eyes scanned the alley as if she was seeing ghosts. She was afraid he realized, a cold feeling settling in his stomach. He moved towards her and you took off running. You felt him hesitate then take off after you, gaining on you with an embarrassingly low number of strides. You tried your powers again, stronger this time, but his focus was unwavering. He was almost to you now and you were running out of options. That’s when the alpha in him came out.

“Omega!” He snarled, “Stop!” Your feet slowed down immediately. It wasn’t as strong as your own alpha’s command would be, but the super soldier certainly commanded respect and obedience. You were forced to stand still, eyes burning holes in the asphalt, as the alpha’s footsteps grew closer. You really didn't want to do this but it looked like you had no choice. Your jaw clenched, and you spun around when his hand grabbed your arm. The blonde's eyes widened as you placed a palm to his chest. 

He barely had time to glance down at your hand before the electricity hit him.

The 1,000 volts you sent into him were supposed to stun him or send him flying, allowing you to escape. However, his muscles spasmed just a bit stronger than you intended. In an instant his grip crushed the bones in your arm and sent the two of you careening backwards into a brick wall. Natasha would find you a moment later, passed out on top of the super soldier, a sizable hole in the wall.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, a few blurry white shapes milled about in the corners of your vision. You couldn't remember how you got here, or where here was. All your senses seemed to be dulled. Your wrist was throbbing and each time you opened your eyes the room came in and out of focus. You closed your eyes, opting to ignore the funhouse effect and focus on the sounds around you. The beeping of the monitors, footsteps on concrete, and two low voices.

"She's alright, Buck, I promise." Steve's voice wavered in and out of your consciousness bringing with it the memory of how you got into this bed. "She did something to Nat and ran before I could explain. I wasn't expecting her powers to be so strong."

"I should have come with you," Another voice snarled. Your heart skipped a beat at the low growl. You knew that voice. It evoked a sickening combination of need and terror and you couldn't remember why. "She wouldn't have gotten hurt if I had. What idiot doesn't know omegas are fragile?!"

"It was an accident!" His voice raised slightly before sighing. "I know you're worried, but she's fine."

The scent you had smelled on Steve earlier swirled around the room. Metal and burning pine, it affected you just like the voice had, triggering both panic and yearning. You knew it somehow. The memory was there somewhere, tucked away where it couldn’t hurt you. Where it should have been forgotten.

The scent grew unbearably strong as he leaned over you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. When he pulled back he wasn't expecting his eyes to catch yours. 

His expression softened as soon as he realized you were awake. "Omega," Bucky whispered reverently. Stormy blue eyes stared down at you with love and adoration, watching the color drain from your face. "Doll?" 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you could hear the panicked beeping of the machines and Steve trying to calm you down. But it didn't matter. All that you could feel was the need to get far, far, away from this man. You didn't know how you knew him but you knew he was dangerous. You knew he had hurt you. That's why, as he reached out to gently cup your face, you slapped his hand away. 

"Get away from me!" You gasped, voice breaking. You scooted back and tried to back up as far as possible. Your shaky legs barely held your weight as you slid off the bed. Pure terror coursed through your veins, it was the only thing keeping you on your feet. You found yourself pressed into the corner of the room while the men stared at you in shock. Steve and Bucky gaped like you had just told them the Germans had actually won WWII. Eyebrows knit together, blue eyes wide and frantic, Bucky looked like he was in emotional turmoil.

“(Y/N), doll, it’s okay. It’s me. It’s your alpha.” Bucky reached out to you carefully as a low purr rumbled from his chest.

You felt the purr relax you and dull your senses even more. It was nauseating. “I don’t have an alpha! And I don’t know who the hell you are!” You tried to shout and grit your teeth but the words came out in broken sobs, betraying your weakness. Who was this? Why was he the most terrifying thing you had ever seen?

Your teeth were bared at this point but the man kept coming towards you. The tunnel vision and rapid shallow breaths were the only warnings your body gave you as it reverted to its animalistic omega framework. Bucky watched as, in slow motion, your eyes went blank as your body gave out. 

+++

Your alpha held your body to his chest in disbelief. He had expected some shock at seeing him but this went far beyond his expectations. It had been over three years since he'd last seen you. Since he'd last been able to drink in your scent. He'd figured you might not recognize him at first. He had changed a lot over the years. No longer under Hydra's control his physical appearance, demeanor, and scent had changed. But your body should've known your alpha. 

"What was that?" Steve asked. "Why did she react like that when she has your mark?" The two alphas were on edge. Seeing a vulnerable omega drop triggered their protective instincts. Steve desperately wanted to take you and hold you close, ease you out of the drop. If the alpha holding you was anyone other than his closest friend and packmate he would have ripped you out of his grasp immediately. For now he'd have to hold himself back.

"She didn't remember me." Bucky nuzzled his head into your neck, nursing your mark softly. After a moment he pulled back and gazed at your unchanged features. He couldn't wake you from this drop that easily. He pressed in harder this time, teeth lining up with the scar perfectly, but there was still no change. No purr, command, or bite was waking you up.

"We should let her rest, Buck. The pain meds will wear off soon and we'll try again. . . Bring her to the den. She'll need to get used to everyone's scents sooner or later." Steve laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. It was a gentle but firm suggestion. He knew tensions were high, the den, with it's heavy curtains and plush blankets, would calm down his friend and the omega. With little argument the brunette lifted you up and carried you to the den. It was aptly named and extremely well constructed thanks to Stark. Curtains blocked off all light from the windows, mattresses were inlaid into the ground, and the temperature was always cool. It was one good thing about being in a pack with that narcissist, Bucky thought dryly.

Steve led them into a cozy corner of the room. The captain hummed happily as they moved the pillows and blankets, creating a makeshift nest for the three of them. The feeling of the omega pressing into his chest was addictive. He couldn't wait for you to remember your alpha.

The sooner you remembered your bond with Bucky the sooner the rest of the pack, Steve included, could court you.

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Mothership

“What is that?”

Hero stopped their approach, a positively bored expression on their face. “What are you doing?”

Their nemesis, who was currently pointing behind Hero with an incredibly overexaggerated look of surprise, rolled their eyes, “Uh, giving you your cue?”

“My cue?”

Villain sighed loudly, dropping the egregious pose. “You're supposed to turn your head, in a suitably dramatic fashion of course, search for what I was pointing at, only for it to be revealed a ruse, granting me the opportunity to strike you unawares so I may gain the upper hand in our skirmish.”

“Mhm, and why would I fall for something so stupid?”

“Because you are stupid?”

“...”

“Ow, okay, okay!” Villain held a hand to their nose, grimacing as it came back bloody from Hero’s rather crude punch. “See, this is what I was trying to avoid. No story, no drama, no excitement. What if I let you get a few good hits in afterwards?”

Hero replied by kicking Villain’s feet out from under them, knocking them onto the cold and cracked pavement. “Looks like I’m already getting a few good hits in.” They leaned over Villain, arms crossed. “Now, are we going to actually fight, or are you going to keep trying to direct your own personal soap opera?”

Hero waited for Villain’s patented snarky response, specifically about how soap operas are a valid form of art and Hero would be wise not to disrespect it, yadda yadda, but none came. In fact, Villain wasn’t even looking at them.

“Uh, Villain? You still with me?” 

Villain’s voice was barely above a whisper, “What is that?”

“Seriously? It hasn’t even been a minute and you’re really using the sa-”

“I’m not screwing with you, Hero, there’s something in the sky!”

Hero had to admit, Villain’s acting had gotten much better in the last thirty seconds, but no matter how real it looked, they weren’t going to fall for it. Villain might be messing around now, but Hero couldn’t forget that they were a criminal, and a dangerous one at that.

They reached down, pulling Villain, who was still staring into the sky, up by their collar. “Look, I get that you never got the lead role in the school play or whatever, and want to make the world burn because of it, but could you, just this once, take our fight seriously?”

“I think it's getting closer.”

Hero ignored them, “I’m tired of the other heroes telling me I have it easy because my nemesis would rather focus on projecting their monologue to all of the hostages than actually rob the bank they broke into to begin with.” Sure, Hero was thankful Villain’s obsession with the dramatic kept them from causing too much destruction, but they had their own reputation to uphold, and constant stalemates with the theatre school reject did not help! “Let me tell you what. If you go down to the station without a fuss, then maybe I can get you into one of the nicer cell blocks. You know, the ones with the view of the hills. Does that sound good? Villain? Are you even lis-”

Blinding light filled Hero’s eyes and ears, cutting off every train of thought and any plan of action they might have had before then. They looked up, and despite the harsh light making their eyes water, they could make out the vague shape of a disc floating directly above them.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Told you.”

Hero looked back down to their nemesis, who looked much too smug for the situation at hand, and sneered, “Maybe if you didn’t insist on playing drama club, I might have actually taken you seriously.”

Villain had the courtesy to drop their grin, squinting up at the…  “Is it getting brighter?”

It was, and that meant it was too late for Hero to prevent what was about to happen. Familiar cold heat ran through their veins as their limbs locked in place.

A safety precaution.

Definitely not to prevent anyone caught in the beam from escaping.

“Hero? I-I can’t move.” Villain said.

Villain.

They shouldn’t be here.

Hero’s eyes widened, realizing just how screwed they were. They tried to relax their hands, to let go of Villain, to shove them out of the beam, anything, but only managed to twitch their muscles, as if they were encased in a steel mold.

Villain seemed to be doing the same thing, though the trembling may have just been the fear. Any other time, Hero would have loved to see Villain’s mask slip. To force them to acknowledge that, yes, Hero was a real threat to their criminal livelihood. Instead, Villain acted as if Hero was a fellow actor, asking for Hero’s thoughts on new scenes they came up with, or excitedly talking about whatever had happened in their soap that day, a neon flashing sign that indicated they were in desperate need of friends. Did… did that mean Villain thought they were friends?

Not the time.

Hero gave up on their efforts, and let the looming dread wash over them. This wasn’t acceptance, no, they were just giving themself a moment to rest before they faced what was up in the ship. Oh, they weren’t ready.

Two enemies, encircled and entrapped in an ever growing light, locked eyes. 

“We’re so f-”

And as quick as it had appeared, the burning light and mysterious ship attached to it, along with Hero and Villain, vanished into the night.

.·°·.·°·.·°·.

Light surrounded Villain. The ambient noise of the city was replaced by a low, droning hum. Any sense of direction was lost as gravity no longer affected them. They were weightless, and, even in this world of superpowers, nothing made sense. Where did the city go? Why couldn’t they move? How were they floating? The light was all-consuming, and Villain would have thought themself lost in it if not for the deathgrip Hero still had around their collar. 

Slowly, the light faded, and Villain felt their own weight return to them. Their legs wobbled, and in an instant, whatever force that held them in place disappeared. They would have fallen if not for Hero, who still held them in their grasp.

“What just happened?” Villain said, though not really expecting an explanation.

Looking around, they could see they were now in a circular, silver chamber. Dials and switches and lights and symbols dotted the walls, communicating something or other, and the floor was, what was that, carpet? Villain shuddered. Honestly, it looked a lot like a cheap sci-fi set for a tv show that should have been cancelled three seasons ago than a futuristic aircraft capable of teleporting human beings.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Villain jumped at Hero’s voice, and stumbled as their anchor let them go to run over to a wall.

Not a wall. A window.

Villain blinked.

A window that showed… Earth? No, that couldn’t be right. If they were looking at the earth, that could only mean...

“Shit, we’re already in orbit.” Hero said.

Villain blinked.

They were in space. Space. That was impossible, right? They couldn’t actually be in space. But here they were, staring at the little blue marble with their very own eyes. Was the room spinning? Or was it the spaceship?

Villain ran their hands through their hair.

They were in a spaceship. A spaceship. That was impossible, right? They couldn’t actually be in a spaceship. But here they were, having been abducted by the UFO just seconds ago. By what? Aliens?

Aliens.

Villain forced their gaze away to keep themself from spiraling, instead focusing on Hero, who has since moved on from the window to the numerous switches and lights, tapping the wall and looking at the symbols that popped up. Villain didn’t understand what Hero was trying to do, it wasn’t like they could understand what any of it meant.

Three deep breaths, and Villain made the best plan ever made in 24 seconds. They stepped up next to their nemesis.

“Hero?”

Hero’s hand was covering their mouth, muttering something to themself, and clearly not paying attention. Nevertheless, Villain continued, “Now, as much as I hate to say it, I think we may have to work together to get back on Earth.” Truth be told, in any other circumstance, Villain would have been ecstatic to work with their nemesis. Whether to defeat a worse villain or take down some other hero that had become corrupt, they would have welcomed the opportunity wholeheartedly. 

Why? Well, Villain would argue that it was more interesting, that their relationship, and subsequent fights, would have more dramatic tension. Definitely not because of any other tension that may arise from spending time together.

Villain puffed out their chest, “Lucky for you, I have decided to put aside our differences, and your lack of charisma, to take the initiative and save us both from peril. Yes, this does go against my better judgement, and yes, it may possibly be my most difficult role to date, but if it means I get to go back home in time to watch my soaps, then it’ll be worth it.”

Hero finally turned towards them, “Do you ever shut up?”

“Only for dramatic effect.” Villain said with an award-winning smile, earning an eye roll and a huff of annoyance. “So… what do you think we should do?”

“I thought you said you’d take the initiative?”

“Yes, the initiative in proposing we work together.”

“...”

Villain held up their hands, “Hey, hey, before you go punching willy nilly, why don’t you tell me what you were doing over here? Get anything useful from the flashing green triangle you were poking at?” They would have teased more, but Hero’s lack of response made them move on. “What are you thinking?”

Hero’s eyes flickered to the wall and back to Villain. “You need to leave.”

Villain blinked.

“Well, obviously we need to escape. We were abducted!”

Hero shook their head, “No, you need to leave. I’ll stay, and deal with-”

“What? And how are you going to figure out how anything works, huh? Even if you do, why wouldn’t you just come back with me?”

“It’s not that simple, I can’t re-”

A low, loud beep interrupted the enemies, and Villain turned their head in time for a wall opposite the window to open up and let someone through. Someone distinctly… humanlike. 

The person, an older woman by the looks of it, smiled brightly and opened their arms. “ .·°¯°·.·° .·°° ?”

That was distinctly not humanlike. It was like hearing someone speak through water, and an undercurrent of static scratched the inside of Villain’s ears. 

The woman—were they even a person?—walked closer, and Hero quickly stepped in front of Villain, shielding them.

She paid no mind, however, and spoke again, “ .·°¯°·.·° .·°° ,” looking expectantly at Hero, who, after a moment of hesitation, stepped forward. Her smile widened, and Villain was hit with a sense of deja vu. She pulled Hero close, and, were they hugging? Why was Hero letting her? What was happening? 

The woman whispered something to Hero, but it wasn’t like Villain could understand even if they tried. Hero turned back to Villain, giving them an apologetic smile before, “ ° .·°° ° .¯ .”

Villain’s jaw dropped.

Hero was replying to the woman. Which meant they understood her. Which meant they knew whatever language was being spoken. Which meant… which meant… Why were they abducted in the first place?

The danger presented itself fully to Villain.

They had been taken off the face of the earth by their mortal enemy, or someone who was well acquainted with them, at the very least, and had no possibility of escape. Villain considered themself clever, but trying to figure out how alien—alien!—technology worked was beyond them. They had to rely wholly on Hero, who, although Villain was loath to admit it, hated their guts. Hero could be plotting in front of Villain right now and they would be none the wiser.

Hero wouldn’t do that. Villain tried to reassure themself, because Hero wouldn’t send them off with some unknown alien being. They’d want to arrest Villain proper, right? Arrest and put them in some high security cell they’d break out of a month later. It was their thing. Villain didn’t want their thing to end.

Huh.

Villain shook their head, they’d have to examine and repress that particular line of thought later, because the woman was suddenly standing in front of them, startling Villain out of their thoughts. She reached out, clutching Villain's jaw with cold fingers, turning them this way and that. As if they were being studied. Was Villain wrong? Was Hero really getting rid of them?

“ ¯ .·°°·°¯ .” She said. Villain’s ears itched worse now that the woman was closer.

Maybe Hero thought they were doing Villain a favour, sending them off on an adventure, letting them create their own melodramatic space opera. Or maybe this was punishment for all the dated Space Trek references. Both were a possibility.

Familiar hands pulled Villain away from the woman and into Hero’s chest. They were not blushing.

“ .·° .¯°·°° !” Hero’s voice was raised, clearly upset at whatever the woman had said.

She, however, was unaffected by Hero’s outburst, gesturing between the two enemies with raised eyebrows, “ °·.°·.°¯°·. .” 

Hero shook their head, and Villain felt Hero’s grip tighten ever so slightly, “ °·.°¯ .·°°·.°°¯ .”

A strange noise came from the woman, sounding almost like… bubbles? It was clearer than the other times she spoke, and it was the way she moved that made Villain realize it was a laugh. She was laughing at Villain. Or Hero. Both?

Hero’s hands were shaking, and Villain couldn’t tell if it was with anger or fear. 

“ ·° .·° .” Hero was curt with her, and Villain recognized the tone from when they threatened to blow up City Hall. The tone that preceded their fights.

The woman seemed to recognize the tone as well, as she backed off a little, holding her hands up in a placating way. She gave Villain a small wave before nodding at Hero, “ ·.°.°¯°°¯° .· .·° .” and left, the wall closing up behind her.

The pair stood in silence.

Hero let go of Villain, letting them step away. Except, they didn’t. In fact, they did nothing of the sort. Villain spun on their heels and stepped forward, “What on ear–ugh, what just happened?”

“There, um, might be a slight problem.”

“Slight problem? You call this”—Villain gestured wildly around them, narrowly avoiding hitting Hero in the face—”a slight problem?”

Hero leaned away from Villain, avoiding their eyes.

“Care to explain? Anything? At all?”

“Where do I start?”

Villain’s theatrics, for once, wasn’t uncalled for. “Oh, I don’t know, how about the fact that we were abducted? That we are in space? Or, or!” Villain backed off, giving themself room to pace around the circular room and project their panic to an audience of one, “That there is an alien speaking to you, Hero, in an alien language, because no human could actually sound like that, acting like she knows you, and you, you reply to her? As if you know her too?”

“Yeah, that would be my… mother.”

“Your mother.”

Hero nodded.

“Your mother who lives in a spaceship. Who speaks an alien language.”

“Who is an alien.”

“Who is an alien.” It took a good second for the words to sink in. “Your mother is an alien?! Like, an alien from an alien planet?”

Hero nodded again.

Villain felt their brain short-circuit. “Does that mean…”

“That I’m an alien from an alien planet? Yes.”

Villain felt lightheaded. This was okay. This was manageable. This world-shattering, insane truth of the universe was perfectly manageable, and they were not going to spiral, not for one second. Deep breaths. One… two… three… Villain stopped pacing, facing Hero with the calmest expression the latter had ever seen on the former. “Okay, so now that you’ve had your nice little family reunion, we can go back, right?”

Hero’s face was a cross between a smile and a wince.

Villain’s expression twitched, but held firm, “And why not?”

“Well, my mother-”

“The alien.”

Hero tried not to get annoyed, but damn, did Villain make it hard. “Yes, my mother the alien. She, erm,” They groaned, covering their face with their hands, “She may have made a fundamental mistake about the nature of our relationship.”

“And what mistake would that be?” Villain grit their teeth.

“She may, perhaps, think that, we’re… dating.”

“Louder, Hero. Speak so everyone in the audience can hear you.”

“She thinks we’re dating!”

Villain blinked, completing the rule of thirds and simultaneously breaking their composure. So much for not spiraling. “Dating?” Their voice squeaked.

“Dating,” Hero nodded, “And-”

“There’s more?!” Villain turned away, back to pacing and practically pulling their hair out from the absurdity.

“And, the reason we can’t leave yet is because she invited us to dinner.”

Oh. Oh, no. Oh, no no no.

“What’s wrong? I thought you loved drama.” Hero said, failing to lighten the mood. “Aren’t family confrontations and misunderstandings the bread and butter of soap operas?”

“My love of drama left me when we left the atmosphere.” Villain glared at Hero with enough ferocity to start a fire.

Villain walked up to the walls, flicking the switches and turning the dials, to see if, miraculously, they could make the ship go back to the city. The lights blinked mockingly in response.

“Uh, Villain?”

“There doesn’t happen to be an escape pod on this ship, does there?”

“Unfortunately not.”

“We’re really going to have to do this, aren’t we?” Villain said, turning to face their nemesis.

“Unfortunately yes.”

Two enemies, both flushed head to toe from frustration and embarrassment, locked eyes.

And Villain, lover of monologues and soliloquies, came up with the most profound, most thought-provoking line they could think of.

“We’re so fucked.”

Hero was inclined to agree.

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #hero #villain #aliens #would you be surprised to learn i have another thing planned for this month #le gasp #i know it surprised me too #also #i have a bone to pick #why arent there more alien superheroes #huh #like the most well known superhero is an alien #so where are my alien hero snippets #anyways #alien hero #is this #drama #idk but with the amount of times i wrote the word #ill put it in #ngl i lost my mind when i thought of the title #at least i make myself laugh

[lildevyl]

FebuWhump Day 9: Kidnapping

Did You Even Notice? DSMP Superhero AU

Summary : Being the youngest and the only one that has not shown any signs of having any enhancements or superpowers. Tommy starts to feel left out, alone and abandoned by his own family of Superheroes. What happens when the family of L’Manburg’s top Superheroes finally notice that Tommy isn’t there?

TW: Kidnapping, Dark Fic, Superhero SBI, Mention of Child Neglect, Mention of Child Abuse?, Mention of Blood, Being left alone, Bitterness, intrusive Thoughts, Mentions of Abandonment.

Okay, I think I got all the TW but if I missed any please let me know!

Part Two Here

Part Three Here

Part Four Here

(The Craft’s House):

Being the youngest and the only one that has not shown any signs of having any enhancements or any kind of “superpowers,” Tommy really started to feel left out. His father Philza the “Crow Father” can easily have any crow be at his command and he practically rules the sky of L’Manburg. He’s also one of the top fighters in the Hero Program to date. Technoblade, “The Blade,” the “Blood God” yeah not really a made up title, he can actually control someone’s blood! "Blood Magic" Techno called it. Then there’s Wilbur or Ghostbur, who can phase through anything and can turn invisible.

Then there’s Tommy. Just plain Tommy. You're, average “Joe” trouble making teenage boy, that’s in a few clubs and has been doing well in all his classes! Okay, he’s been having trouble with a few of them but he still maintains a solid B in those classes! The one and only one in the entire family and “friend group” who didn’t have powers. The “normal” one. The one who gets left behind in a huge lonely house all by himself for hours, sometimes days on end. The one who feels so alone he wonders if his adopted father even remembers that he even has three sons instead of just two! With all the missed phone calls, going to voicemails and the missed text messages and then the ones where Tommy actually gets a hold of someone, it’s always the same.

Sorry Tommy I can’t pick you up after school.

Sorry Tommy I’m busy on patrol.

Sorry Tommy, I'm caught up at work.

Sorry Tommy I can’t pick you up tonight. Can one of your friends drive you?

Tommy starts to wonder if he ever stopped going home, would anyone ever notice? Hell Phil nearly forgot his birthday and yet had no problem in remembering getting Wilbur or Techno a present for their birthdays or where they were for dinner! Was he that much of a burden? All those times he stays up hoping that someone came home early, and maybe they could do a family movie night? All those times when he stayed behind and looked after one of his brothers or on the rare occasion his father when they were recovering from an injury. Trying to find something for them to watch or do while healing.

And every time he asked one of them it was always the same. Not tonight Tommy I’m really tired.

Yeah, like Tommy wasn’t really tired either! Tired of being ignored! Tired of being left behind! Tired of feeling like he’s been abandoned yet again! Maybe it’s about high time Tommy faced the facts, he’s not a part of the family. He never was. He was just some kid that Wilbur took under his wing because he felt bad and that Tommy couldn’t take care of himself because Tommy didn’t have any powers. Phil never wanted Tommy. Phil wanted Techno and Wilbur because they had powers and they were kids that Phil could pass his legacy on too. Tommy was just an added recessive to the “packaged” deal.

Sighing, Tommy went to do the dishes that he was left to do again! Every now and then he glanced over at the “business” card that laid haphazardly on the edge of the counter next to the sink. Tommy ran into a guy giving these out. Something about him just screamed do not trust! Maybe Tommy was being paranoid from having a family of superheroes.

The guy wore a striped sleeve undershirt, black regular tee shirt, black pants, a black trench coat, dark short hair, dark eyes but what really caught Tommy off guard. Was the black streak eye makeup that covered the dude’s eyes and part of his cheeks. He looked like a Cosplayer of the Marionette from Five Nights At Freddy’s. He just said that his name was Nate Mare and that he and brother were opening up a business here in L'Manburg.

He then gave Tommy a card and walked off. The card itself was weird. It looked more like a postcard than a business card. The background was all black, the font in the middle was like your average kind of font. Grant Your Deepest Desired Wish. It had Nate Mare on the left hand side and what Tommy could only assume was Nate’s brother was on the right. They looked to be twins although something about Nate’s brother just didn’t sit well with Tommy. With those ruby red eyes, crimson red streaks in his hair and the maroon like business suit. Also if you looked closely it just seemed like there was something missing. Like the dude was hiding something?

Tommy just shook his head to clear his thoughts. He had better things to do. Like trying to figure out where he fits in this family. Was he even part of the family anymore? Was he ever part of the family to begin with? How many missed calls and missed texts and messages will it take before Tommy realizes that, yeah, he’s not part of the family! He never was!

“Ow! Fuck!” Tommy cried out when he accidently cut himself.

Shaking his hand slightly, Tommy looked under the sink, pulled out the first aid kit and treated the wound. Then he went back up stairs and pulled out his journal and just began writing his thoughts down. Tommy didn’t notice that a couple of drops of blood landed on the card. He didn’t notice the card start to glow and vibrate. He didn’t notice that the font suddenly changed. Nor did he notice the shadow figure lingering in the shadows down the hall from his room.

(The Craft House, Technoblade)

The first thing that Techno noticed when he got back from patrol, the first of the family was the utter silence in the house. Red flags were starting to go off in Techno’s head. The house was never silent! Semi quiet if Tommy was asleep in his room, but never silent. Techno quietly went to the TV Room, there was no half eaten popcorn, no cups laying on the coffee table, no Tommy passed out on the couch from falling asleep when trying to wait for one of them. No low hum from the TV or DVD Player with the logo hitting the corners because Tommy forgot to turn it off again. Nothing. As a matter of fact, the TV Room looked the same as it did when everyone left to go on patrol. Red Flag Number One.

Techno headed to the Kitchen, next, hoping to catch the young blond trying to sneak a late night snack thinking that no one would notice or that he would never get caught. But no, there was no Tommy. No Tommy trying to sneak a tub of ice cream from the freezer, no Tommy trying to raid the pantry, no Tommy trying to sneak a Coke or something this late at night and then wondering why he’s having so much trouble sleeping at night.

But the alarming thing that definitely started to have Techno worrying was that there were no dishes left in the sink. There was always at least a couple of dishes left in the sink from when Tommy grabbed a late night snack. But there were no dishes at all. As a matter of fact all the dishes were on the drying rack or put away. Red Flag Number Two.

Techno then headed down to the “Home Gym/Training Room” in the basement. Maybe Tommy was super pissed or super stressed out about something and was taking all of his frustration out on the punching bag or training dummy. Wasn’t midterms coming up for Tommy? Yep, definitely, Techno would definitely find Tommy in the basement going at with either a punching bag or a training dummy, mumbling and cursing under his breath. But that’s not what Techno found. Techno found the Home Gym/Training Room exactly like it was. Red Flag Number Three.

Techno immediately bolted up the stairs right into Tommy’s Room. Not caring that he woke the teen up and then wound up being on the receiving end of a slew of curses and yelling. Techno just had to know that his brother was okay. And that’s when it really hit Techno that something was wrong. Tommy’s Room was clean. Super Clean! Not a single thing was out of place. Did Tommy “Stress Clean” again? But that was the thing, even if Tommy went into one of “Stress Cleaning Modes” as he called them, it was never this clean! Red Flag Number Four.

Pulling out his cellphone, Techno checked to see if maybe he missed Tommy trying to call or text him about staying over at a friend’s house tonight. And to Techno’s utter horror there were a lot of missed calls, text messages and messages from Tommy. The latest was two days ago, when Tommy was trying to ask Techno if he could pick up from school. Techno had a bad feeling about this, but maybe Tommy was over at a friend’s house and he just didn’t bother with letting Techno know since it seems like he kept missing Tommy’s attempt to reach him.

Stepping out of Tommy’s Room, Techno couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Like something had happened to Tommy and nobody bothered to notice. No! It’s fine! Tommy’s fine! He’s at a friend’s house because of either midterms that were coming up or he just didn’t want to be in the house all by himself. When Wilbur gets back, he’ll ask his brother if maybe Tommy contacted him instead and just told Wilbur that he was staying at a friend’s house. Yeah, that had to be it! So, why does Techno feel like something bad had happened and nobody was here to stop it?

(Craft House, Philza)

The first thing that Phil noticed that something was wrong, was that he didn’t see his youngest come down for breakfast. Tommy usually was there for breakfast and then everyone would pile into the car. Phil will take Tommy to school and then he will drop his other boys off for their day jobs. But he didn’t see Tommy. Did Tommy have another fight with Techno or Wilbur and was just avoiding everyone? Come to think of it, Phil hasn’t heard from Tommy all weekend either. Phil at first didn’t think anything of it because he just thought that Tommy went to stay at a friend’s house this weekend. He couldn’t blame his youngest. All three of them wound up having a case that lasted longer than it should have and none of them got home until very late Sunday night. But now that all of them are home, he was hoping to catch up with his youngest before he had to cart off to school.

Phil looked at his other two sons. Techno looked worried. He kept glancing at the doorway expecting for Tommy to come down any minute and then start yelling at them for not waking him up on time. Wilbur was equally anxious. He kept catching his phone to make sure he didn’t miss any calls, texts or messages from Tommy but nothing came.

Phil sighed, maybe he should talk to Tommy just make sure that everything’s alright? Phil decided that when Tommy got home from school today, they were going to have a long meaningful talk. Phil wants to make sure that his youngest is okay, and that there wasn’t something that Tommy might be hiding, or that Tommy might feel like he has to take care of on his own.

The second thing that Phil noticed that something was really wrong was when the school called him a couple of hours later informing him that Tommy never showed up to school. That was what started the alarm bells to go off in Phil’s head. Tommy rarely missed school. Tommy has gotten in trouble at school with a lot of detentions because he wound up getting roped into some scams that a few of his friends pulled. But Tommy rarely missed school. Tommy wasn’t home and according to Tommy friends that Phil could get a hold of, Tommy never stayed the night at their place either.

Now, Phil was frantically calling everyone he could think of to see where Tommy might be. No one has seen Tommy since Friday. It was now Monday. Tommy’s been missing for two day now. And Phil had just started to realize that his youngest was missing!

(The Craft House, Wilbur)

If you were to ask Wilbur what guilt looked like, he would tell you, it looked like a way too clean teenager bedroom, broken promises, missed movies nights, missed calls and text messages, missed pick ups from school, the occasional missed school events, and (Wilbur really regrets this) a couple of missed birthdays. All because he put his job at being a Superhero before family. Family first, was what his father, Phil told him so many times. And yet, how many times did they just simply ignore Tommy? They ignored Tommy because he wasn’t a Superhero nor did he have any enhancements or superpowers.

And Wilbur yelled at Tommy for not showing any support to him or Techno for joining the Hero Agency. He yelled at Tommy for giving Phil nothing but grief because Tommy can’t stay out of trouble at school just so Phil would finally notice him. He yelled at Tommy that if he actually tried to do better and maybe be more like him or Techno then Phil wouldn’t have any trouble having any time for him!

Yeah, Wilbur regretted that the minute it left his mouth. The hurt and betrayal that flashed through Tommy’s eyes, Wilbur would never forget.

“Kinda hard to be like you Ghostbur or the Blade when clearly I have nothing to show! You’re right! Phil never has time for me because he clearly has all the time in the world for you and Techno! His actual sons!”

“Wait, Tommy! That’s not - I didn’t mean - I’m sorry. I didn’t - I didn’t mean like that!”

“What did you mean it by?! I’m not like you! I don’t have any powers, Wilbur! Phil never wanted me! He wanted you and Techno! He wanted a family to pass on his legacy too! I’m clearly not part of that legacy!”

“Tommy -”

“Just go Ghostbur!” ‘You always do anyway! You always leave me behind!’ Was loudly unspoken.

Wilbur really regrets that now. That was the last thing that he spoken to Tommy about, was that stupid fight! Now, he’ll never get to apologize to Tommy. He’ll never get to say he’s sorry. And the last thing Tommy was going to think was that he was never a part of the family.

Primes, all Wilbur wants to do was find his brother, hold him in a crushing hug and never let him out of his sight! Trying one more time to get a hold of Tommy, Wilbur dialed Tommy’s number one more time. He was so hoping that Tommy would pick up, Wilbur would apologize for being such a shitty brother and hopefully convince Tommy to come back home. Tommy ran away from home and it was all his fault!

Wilbur yelled at Tommy and made Tommy believe that he wasn’t part of the family! And instead of staying behind and running after his little brother, like he should have. Wilbur just left the house, and went on patrol like the idiot that he was! He figured he would give Tommy some time to cool off and give himself some time to vent and release some of his frustration from the fight by taking out some bad guys.

Yeah, really great plan there Wilbur! Your brother doesn’t feel like he’s part of the family and go and prove his point!

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four Rings.

“Well hello there Ghostbur! I wasn’t expecting your call this early but that really works out for the better for me!” A voice that wasn’t Tommy answered.

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