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stormdragon23 · 16 days

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My Top Solo Leveling Ships

Wanted to talk a little about them, so I'll just list three main reasons why I like them otherwise this post will be endless. There are a lot of other ships I like, but these are the main ones

It's a little unhinged, but that shouldn't be new

1. ChoiBaek

This shouldn't be a surprise

They are aware of the other's intentions without needing to tell each other. They both read other people and each other very well. The only reason they don't get along is because when both of them want the same thing (recruiting Sung Jin-Woo, a gate in the area, etc), they are both very willing to fight for what they want and use their perceptiveness to their advantage. One of them doesn't mind having his thoughts being known while the other minds a lot

They both want their guild become stronger but not at the expense of their members. They have the same morals, but the actions they take because of their morals are different. Baek Yoon-Ho wants to make his guild stronger by focusing on what his members need as individuals (paying them more, training new recruits with stronger and more experienced members, etc). Choi Jong-In wants to make his guild stronger by focusing on improving how the teams work together (hunting in a orderly way to minimize injuries as much as possible, taking a leadership role to make sure none of the members are falling behind, making sure the teams are adequately prepared, etc). Both of them care a lot about other people, though they don’t make it obvious to others

Both know the other is strong (Choi Jong-In defends Baek Yoon-Ho when Sung Jin-Woo thinks Yoon-Ho is struggling during the Jeju sparring match while Baek Yoon-Ho is aware of Choi Jong-In's strength during the Jeju Raid) but tend to underestimate themselves (Baek Yoon-Ho believing he wouldn't have been able to win against the Japanese S-Ranks when he held out for a while on his own against two of them, and Choi Jong-In seeing his title as "a joke" after comparing himself to Sung Jin-Woo when he always has to limit how much of his powers he actually uses because of the people around him or the environment he is in)

This got long anyways... sorry. The others are shorter

2. SungPark

I wanted to see them more than the main couple

They are both selfless to the point where they make sure others are alright before taking care of themselves

They both want their family to be safe and happy and make taking care of their children their priority. Park Kyung-Hye tells her son it's okay for him to be a hunter, even though it's the reason why Sung Il-Hwan is gone, and she understands that it's something both her husband and son feel like they need to do

The way Kyung-Hye kept waiting for her husband to return home and knew the exact moment when he wouldn't be coming back Ripped my heart to SHREDS-

They were so in love laskdjfasdlf

3. MinLee

AKA younger!SungPark

Both of them have similar trauma, so they're able to help each other, especially since they're both retired

Even they have trauma, they have put their fears aside to help people more. Both participate in the last Jeju raid despite Min Byung-Gyu being traumatized from the last one and Lee Ju-Hee being traumatized from her previous raids

The way Lee Ju-Hee hardly showed up after she told Sung Jin-Woo she was retiring and Min Byung-Gyu barely being mentioned besides his trip to Japan before the Jeju Raid? There's so much potential for them to actually meet-

I see them as the "bunny couple"

4. ChulWoo

This was actually one of the first ships I really got into

The way Woo Jin-Chul knew Sung Jin-Woo from the beginning and was watching Sung Jin-Woo get stronger without realizing it at first

The way Woo Jin-Chul looked at Sung Jin-Woo in the new timeline when he remembered the previous timeline-

Honestly, in my opinion, Sung Jin-Woo had more potential with Woo Jin-Chul than Cha Hae-in. Like, Sung Jin-Woo avenging Go Gun-Hee not just for his sake but for Woo Jin-Chul? Sung Jin-Woo actually trying to not give Jin-Chul a headache but failing? I love their dynamic

5. HeeSeok

This is probably the most cracked ship out of these, but it's cute

Both of them have a caring, almost parent-like nature (Park Hee-Jin looking after Han Song-Yi during the Red Gate and Eun-Seok looking after and warning Min Byung-Gyu during the third Jeju Raid)

It's actually possible for them to have known each other despite it not being stated in canon (Eun-Seok was a member of the Fiend Guild, and Park Hee-Jin could have been a member of the Fiend Guild as well before leaving for White Tiger. The game might change this part about Park Hee-Jin, but I'll stick with it for now)

The way Eun-Seok wears a scarf with his hunter's outfit, and then Park Hee-Jin gets stuck in a frost Red Gate? And Park Hee-Jin looks somewhat okay despite it being cold, so it seems like both are fine in cold environments

Actually, in my monarch/ruler AU, Frost Monarch!Eun-Seok could be the reason Park Hee-Jin gets stuck there in that Red Gate...hmm

Feel free to ask for more of my thoughts and talk about your own below

#solo leveling #solo leveling ships #baek yoon ho #choi jong in #choibaek #sung il hwan #park kyung hye #sungpark #min byung gyu #lee ju hee #minlee #woo jin chul #sung jin woo #chulwoo #park heejin #sl eunseok #heeseok

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Chapter One

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: 3.484k.

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Chapter One - Wanda Maximoff needs a friend

You had a cold.

It was unusual, given your abilities, so it made sense that you insisted that the Avengers do not change the mission schedule because of this, and consequently made you more vulnerable on a mission that should have been easy.

The result was that you now had a cold and a bullet mark on your waist. Everyone was extremely worried, but you assured them that you were fine and that none of them needed to worry about someone literally unshakable, and this alone explained why you had a high fever all by yourself in a tower.

Well, all alone was not correct. There was another avenger, the new recruit, who was not yet on the mission list, and well, she was the one who found you stumbling around in the kitchen at dawn.

Wanda was sure that you hated her. It was a very forward first impression, of course, but she couldn't help but assume that you had some sort of problem with her by the way you behaved around her. Because of this, even though you were sick, she hesitated to approach you.

"Are you okay?"

You hum, forcing a laugh and ignoring all the pain that was spreading throughout your body like needles. "Of course. I just wanted to get something to eat." It was not your intention to be harsh, but the response made Wanda lower her gaze.

"Right." She murmured, her gaze watching your clumsy movements as you moved to get some water. "Are you sure you...?"

But her question was interrupted by your momentary loss of consciousness.

There was something else about Wanda that she hated - her powers. And you couldn't understand why, since that scarlet energy was warm and prickly on your skin and sure was more comfortable than slamming against the counter or the kitchen floor. Her magic held you upright, and suddenly there were soft hands on your face. "Y/N! Hey! sranje (shit)! You're burning up with fever." You heard her words loosely, not having the strength to resist even a little being carried to the couch in the living room.

Wanda used her powers to lay you down, and you only blinked away the fever when cold towels were placed on your head.

"Maybe you should see a doctor." She suggests clearly concerned, but you giggle.

"They wouldn't know how to treat a god."

Wanda snorts softly. "Is that what you refer to yourself as? So presumptuous." She teases, and you smile with your eyes closed, the attempt to shrug makes you whimper in pain and brings a worried expression to her. "I'll call Thor, maybe he'll..."

"I'll be fine, Wanda." You interrupt her, with difficulty, bringing a hand up to her wrist that holds the towel against your neck. "It's just a cold. I haven't caught one of those since childhood, that's probably why I'm so miserable." You explain, and Wanda gives you a small smile.

You struggle to stay conscious with the high fever, and Wanda takes advantage of these moments to call Natasha.

"She's burning up with fever, Nat. I don't know what to do, is there any medicine in this place?"

The widow sighs on the other end of the line. "Damn, I swear she is the most stubborn person I know. I think there's something in Bruce's lab, made for her. Look up her name."

"Thanks. Good luck on the mission. Come back safe." The widow smiled affectionately, saving the teasing about Wanda's gentleness for another moment before muttering her goodbyes.

Wanda gave one last check on your figure - your face covered by a wet towel as you grumbled in pain - before leaving the room. She didn't linger long in the lab, and also took some aspirin from Tony's cabinet.

But when Wanda tried to make you take the meds, you pushed her hand away.

"Oh, oh, what's that?" She rolled her eyes impatiently at your question.

"This is to ease your fever and pain. You need-"

"I'm not taking any pills." You retort seriously, and when she sees almost the panic in your eyes, Wanda hesitates.

"It's just aspirin..."

You force yourself to sit up, complaining a little. "I don't use medicine. Leave me alone to die."

She chuckles incredulously. "That's so dramatic for a god." She teases, but you pout. Wanda thinks it's unfair that you look so adorable.

"I don't need medicine." You insist. "I just need a good night's sleep and food. I'll be brand new."

But once you got back on your feet, your body failed you again. Wanda sighed in a complaint, scarlet magic working on instinct and keeping you from falling to the floor before bringing you back to the couch.

"I'll get blankets for you." She mutters to your delirious figure, before leaving the room.

When she returns, you have taken the aspirin she left on the table, and it makes her smile slightly.

"Here, dorogoy." She says as she covers you, and you blink tired eyes at her.

"That's sweet." You say, to which Wanda mumbles confusedly, "The nickname. Natasha taught me Russian, you know."

Wanda can feel her face heat up, but she manages to laugh it off. "Sorry." She murmurs, and it's your turn to look at her with confusion.

"For what?"

Wanda sighs lightly. "I shouldn't...I don't know. You and I, we're not really... close." She tries to put it into words, it's a bad job, and maybe that's why you're so indignant.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda huffs impatiently, feeling her face warm up even more. "You don’t need to be nice about it, I know you're not exactly a fan of me." She blurts out then. "I understand. It took everyone a while to trust me after Ultron."

You ignore the pain to sit up straight, gesturing in denial. "Wanda, that's ridiculous. I think you're the coolest Avenger here! Excluding Nat of course, otherwise, she will break my face." You declare, and she widens her eyes in surprise.

"What...? Really?" She asks unsurely, and you give her a reassuring smile.

"Where did you get the idea that I didn't like you?"

"B-because you're always tormenting me! And you're so...direct..."

"Yeah, I'm sincere!" You retort with a laugh. "I'm sorry if I... come off as too abrupt for you. I don't have a very good social cue. War veterans don't care much for it, and Tony, well, deserves to hear some raw truths. I'll try to be sweeter with you. And well, about tormenting? You're too easy. And I do that with all my friends."

Wanda giggles nervously, twiddling her fingers. "Do you see me as a friend?"

You chuckle again, raising an eyebrow at her. "And how else would I see you?" You tease suggestively, and she feels her face warm. You chuckle at her shyness. "See, too easy."

She huffs, pushing you away gently, and grimaces apologetically at the grunt of pain you let out. But you laugh it off, assuring her that you're fine.

"Now that we've made it clear that we're friends, can you put on something for us to watch? I've been dying to invite myself over to watch sitcoms with you but you've been avoiding me..."

Wanda blushes at the attention and clears her throat. "You could have joined me whenever you wanted. I wouldn't mind...I would have enjoyed the company. Vision does that sometimes."

You grimace softly. "That nosy old can."

She chuckles confusedly. "What's your problem with Vision?"

You make a grumpy face. Adorable, Wanda would say.

"He's annoying, that's all." You say. "I don't trust machines. You wouldn't trust them either if you had been raised by one."

Wanda bites her lip hesitantly. Everything she knows about your past-all the Hydra experiments and your unusual childhood with what was once Dr. Arnim Zola - came from reports and television. You were more than Captain America or the Winter Soldier ever were. You were the Hydra's Angel of Steel. Unyielding, unstoppable, and immortal.

The last part, Wanda wasn't sure was true. Especially since you are burning up with a fever on the couch.

"Vision is not like Hydra. He's not like anyone I know really." Wanda comments, but your grimace increases and she doesn't understand why.

"Okay, I get that you and he are super friends." You sneer, and she laughs, shaking her head.

"I wouldn't say that." She mumbles suddenly half sad, looking down at her lap. "I wouldn't...I wouldn't say I have any friends."

You frown immediately. "What, but what about the Avengers?"

She chuckles humorlessly, looking at you with a certain irony. "We're co-workers, Y/N. We barely know each other, and I'm only here because I literally don't have a home country anymore. I think it's all more out of convenience, or pity."

"It's not pity." You insist by shrugging. "You're young, but you're no innocent child. No one feels sorry for someone as strong as you. It would even be disrespectful. I think everyone is kind of grateful and relieved that you fight with us and not against us."

Wanda stands thoughtfully over your words, an indecipherable expression on her face. You haven't lied, you really are sincere. She appreciates that. You shudder briefly, the fever still lingering.

"I think you need friends, Wanda." You murmur then, half drowsy. Wanda thinks it's the medication. "I would be your friend if you wanted me."

She smiles warmly. "I would love that." She murmurs, and you smile with your eyes closed. But you struggle to stay awake, and your hand searches for Wanda's on the couch.

"Keep me company. Put something on the TV, to entertain you."

"You're kind of bossy, aren't you?" She teases, and you chuckle lightly, feeling exhaustion catch up with you. But Wanda only releases your hand when she's sure you're completely asleep.

–//–

When you wake up, it is morning.

And you know that Wanda has slept on the couch next to you from the blankets and pillows. There is a sitcom paused on the living room television, and the smell of food invades your senses all at once, effectively waking you up.

"Good morning, Wanda." You greet her in a gruff tone, in a half yawn, and she would have been startled if she didn't have telepathy and couldn't feel you awake from the first second.

She turns her face away from the stove and smiles at you. "Good morning, Y/N. How are you feeling?"

You shrug, moving closer to see what she was cooking. "Better, I guess. A little sore still." You murmur, leaning over her to spy the pan. "Hmm, that looks good. And it smells wonderful." You rest your chin on her shoulder. "So does the food."

Wanda drops her spoon in shock, completely flushed, and you burst into laughter, stepping away at once to get juice from the refrigerator while muttering "too easy."

Her face remains hot for a good ten minutes. You pay no mind to it and thank her for the food when it is ready.

"I think I'll go back to sleep, my head is hurting." You comment, and Wanda nods.

"Take more meds, they help with the fever." She instructs, but you grumble. She raises an eyebrow. "Please?"

That makes you smile. "Since you asked so nicely." You tease, grabbing the medicine box her magic brought to you. Wanda twitches her nose and hesitates softly before asking.

"What's your problem with pills?" You lick your lips, taken aback by the question. She swallows dryly. "Sorry, I'm being nosy."

"No, don't worry about it." You say quickly, smiling at her. "It's just that Zola used to keep a strict pill diet with me. No real food, you know? I was a weapon, a soldier, not a person to them. I don't like the feel of swallowing pills, it reminds me of... those days."

Wanda reaches out for your wrist, stroking the skin lightly. "I'm really sorry, Y/N." She says, and you nod. She feels the need to confess something, too, and murmurs, "I don't like needles these days. Because of Hydra. Before, I couldn't wait to turn eighteen and get tattoos. But now, just the thought of piercing my skin reminds me of their tests, and I just-"

You interrupt her monologue by raising her hands to the height of your face. Her breath hitches as you kiss her palms, staring into her eyes.

"They took a lot of things from us, but we got something powerful in return." You murmur, kissing her left palm again. "I'm really sorry for all the pain they caused you, Wanda. But this here is a beautiful thing about you now."

She knows you are talking about her magic, and she feels her ears chatting fire like her cheeks. Her instinctive action is to retract her hands, but you firm your grip gently. "I don't see it as a blessing." She mutters, avoiding your eyes. "I just... hurt people."

You interlace your fingers, and Wanda swallows dryly, looking down. You don't look away from her. "Hurting others is what they taught us, but we are more than that. You need to trust that you can be more. I see that you are already."

"I'm not sure about that." She confesses in a soft snort, but you don't shy away, holding your hands together.

"It's okay, I can show you." You assure her with a soft smile. "That's what friends are for, right?"

She relishes the possibility of not being alone anymore but somehow feels that her smile is almost forced. She doesn't understand what bothers her. It's nice to have friends.

You let go of her hands suddenly, because you both hear the sound of the quinjet outside the Compound.

Offering a farewell wink, you leave the room to go rest as you promised, and Wanda is left to explain about the sketchy of a slumber party in the living room to a curious black widow that came back from a mission.

–//–

You feel better in a day or two and are annoyingly charming when you brag about your quick recovery to the team. Wanda doesn't back down and jokes around about seeing you whimpering in pain on the couch, eliciting a few laughs from the other members.

You do not mind - You are happier to see her comfortable and friendly with the rest of the team to care about the teasing.

Wanda's training is different from yours, her powers are more unstable, and she lacks confidence in using them. And since you are the stronger member to take the damage, you offer to practice together.

"That's not a good idea. I don't want to hurt you." She declares with training gloves and an unsure expression as you appear in the outer courtyard, dismissing Natasha with a nod as if the whole story has already been talked over between you two.

You chuckle indignantly. "That's quite unlikely, darling. Relax, take a deep breath, and bring it all on. I want to see how much power you hold back."

Wanda looks at Nat unsure, but the widow shrugs, nodding in encouragement and taking a few steps back to stay out of range. Good thing you guys are on the outside.

"Come on, Wanda. I trust you." You say looking into her eyes, a few feet in front of her, waiting for the impact.

She swallows dryly, trembling hands raised toward you. "That's a terrible idea." She murmurs again, though she throws a small blast against your chest. It makes you chuckle.

"It tickles." You comment smugly. "Come on, Maximoff. You can do better than that. Again."

She sighs and tries. It's bigger, but still, you don't get out of place. And to irritate her, on your next attempt, you hold the energy ball with one hand.

"You call this an attack, princess? I'm almost disappointed." Wanda knows that you are just trying to get to her, and you are succeeding because the next one is strong enough to shake the yard and make curious Avengers leave the building to watch the training.

You, however, just adjust your feet on the ground. Her power has hit you hard, and your eyes are the same color as her magic.

"Damn, that was... better." You praise with a breathless laugh, and Wanda swallows dryly, adjusting her position. You let her magic flow through your body until you are controlling it in your hand as well. "If I give it back, would it hurt you?"

"I don't think so."

"Get ready then." You ask, and she takes a deep breath, nodding in permission. You strike, returning her energy, and Wanda braces herself for pain, but it does not come. Her magic doesn't hurt her, even if it comes from you. It makes you smile. "Lovely. Are you taking notes, Nat?"

The widow, who Wanda had forgotten was present having been so wrapped up in the training, rolls her eyes slightly. She has a tablet in hand. "Of course I am, boss." Ironizes Nat, making you laugh.

"Wanda, your power doesn't hurt you. That's interesting because it could mean that it's not purely stone magic like mine or Vision's. If we get hit by our energies, we get hurt. Maybe your abilities are innate, and the stone just has awakened them. It's too early to tell, however."

Wanda shifts the weight of her feet, half uncertain of what to say. She is honestly, quite surprised that simple training provided such an important insight. Natasha whistles impressed.

"Sometimes I forget how smart you are, Y/N. It must be because you're a pain in the ass most of the time." Teases Romanoff, receiving a giggle and a middle finger.

"Fuck off! " You retort laughing before assuming a fighting stance again. "Wanda, how about you try to take me down now?"

She sighs, fists in the air. "You may be annoying, but I still don't want to hurt you." She taunts, managing to make Nat laugh and you let out a cute gasp of exclamation.

"See, Nat? She likes me." You scoff, and Wanda knows she's blushing, so she forces her magic against you, this time at your feet. You lose your balance, but only for half a second before you effectively absorb her spell. Wanda finds the scarlet color in your irises oddly attractive but pushes the thought away immediately. "No, no. Use the setting to your advantage, Maximoff. Knock me down, without bewitching me."

She sighs but looks down at the ground. Her next attack is on the ground, but just when she thinks you are going to fall, you float before using the rubble as steps and spin majestically in the air before falling in front of her, standing up.

Natasha rolls her eyes. "Show-off." She mutters, but You don't pay mind to her, giving Wanda's shoulder a gentle pat.

"Great move, Wands, but your response time is bad." You say. "I made all my way to you and you kept looking at me with that cute little face. You can't do that on the battlefield, yes?"

She blushes, but she giggles and pushes you away gently. She's not thinking about the nickname, and she's not thinking about the compliment, she's not.

She tries to fight for real after that, following your instructions and ending up out of breath with her hands on her knee after almost three hours of training.

You are sitting on the floor now, as sweaty and out of breath as she is, but with a proud smile on your face that makes her stomach churn with anxiety.

"You're a talent, Maximoff." You compliment her sincerely. "We'll make you an Avenger yet."

"I'm already part of the team." She recalls stubbornly, only to see your expression twitch adorably.

"You know my point."

"I think you're being a bit of a patronizer. Don't you agree Nat?"

The widow hums in agreement immediately, only to torment you as Wanda is doing, both of them reveling in the almost desperate expression on her face.

"What? No, I'm not!" You defend yourself indignantly until you realize it's a joke. "Ha-ha, very funny. You two are hilarious. I'm here being a good teacher and you're making fun of me."

Wanda chuckles, dismantling your whole moody posture as she helps you stand with a tug and doesn't let go of your hand, face way too close for someone with an audience.

"Thanks for the help, detka. I really appreciate it." She thanks you by looking you in the eye, and you swallow dryly, nodding stupidly. All too aware of the proximity and Nat's presence with a teasing smile for the scene.

Wanda gives you a wink, muttering something about lunch before letting you go. You barely register her words, scolding yourself for noticing how pretty she looks in her training uniform.

Stupid thoughts, honestly.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

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itsclydebitches · 3 months

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The amount of times RWBY wants us to feel scared for the safety of characters while conveniently forgetting Aura exists is staggering. Neo attacks Ruby with the intent to kill but her Aura is still active. James almost shoots Marrow with the intent to kill but his Aura is still active. Watts hacks an Atlesian Knight to run towards Qrow, Robyn and the Ace Ops with the intent to explode but their Auras are still all active. Sure the attacks would hurt like hell but they're not gonna kill, why should I fear for their safety?

If we're being generous (I'm having a good night lol) I suppose we could read moments like James vs. Marrow as shocking not because it would be a one-shot death sentence, but because he's threatening - in general - to take Marrow down. Sort of the equivalent of an IRL person raising their fists. Is that an immediate threat to the person's life? No. Are you making it clear that you're willing to fight over this while also ambiguously leaving it open how far you're willing to take things? Yeah.

You're right though, too often RWBY relies on average action threats (a pistol, an explosion, etc.) to raise the stakes without taking into account that none of that should be very scary to our protagonists. Not until their aura breaks (and we have no sense of when that will happen, despite them all supposedly carrying Scrolls to tell them. Which I get because if RWBY introduced clear thresholds of when aura breaks they'd have to actually abide by that rule). I feel the same way about characters about to fall: Ruby hanging off the airship with Neo, Ruby hanging off the cliff while fighting Cordovin, Ruby and Oscar both going down in an airship. The very first technique we're shown is a landing strategy, so how is falling from a massive height - even while taking into account other factors like, say, snagging the farm boy who never went to Huntsmen school and might need to use you as a personal parachute - meant to be taken as a serious threat?

In this regard the void of Volume 8 is actually a GREAT idea. Suddenly your landing strategy doesn't mean a thing if you have nowhere to land. Suddenly a single hit can be a threat. Not because the hit itself would seriously hurt you, but because it might knock you off the edge. I actually love the concept of Yang falling at the start of that fight, RWBY just did such a horrific job of executing it that there's nothing left for me to enjoy. Why does Yang panic like that when, as established, a single hit from Neo is not going to kill Ruby, or even seriously hurt her? Why is she jumping in front of her sister at all when the entire POINT (supposedly) of her Volume 3+ arc was to learn fight smarter, rather than relying on emotional impulsivity? (I will seriously never be over how that moment is an exact repeat of Yang trying to save Blake and yet the show doesn't seem to realize that.) Why does only Blake have a reaction to Yang "dying"? Why didn't the whole team of talented fighters with various ranged weaponry/magic/speed make a serious attempt to catch her?

All of this isn't even taking into account how Yang, as someone who powers up via taking hits, should consistently be standing her ground like she did against the mech, knowing her aura will not only save her, but give her an advantage. She's the tank. If Yang had gotten in front of Ruby with a confident, calm expression that conveyed her understanding that Neo can't one-shot her aura like Adam once did, taking the hit both to spare Ruby's aura and power her semblance as a strategic decision (give her a smirk and a taunting line like, "Thanks for the boost" before knocking Neo back), then later falls some other way after her team tries and fails to save her... that would have been so much better imo.

Yang's lack of engagement with her semblance has been especially frustrating for me after her line about how Adam "cheats." If Yang thinks it sucks that she has to take a beating to gain an edge... show her actually taking a beating to gain an edge. You know, like the show once did. It would be so badass to watch Yang getting in the way of all the attacks against her team, toeing the line between safety and breaking her own aura, before finally EXPLODING with a massive attack she's been saving up for, making that sacrifice worth it.

(Also potentially devastating if she's taking those hits with turning the tide in mind... but then she falls before she can see her plan through.)

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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pinkrifle · 1 year

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Hello wonderful person!! I’m not sure if your requests are open, if not, just save this for when they are. Could you write hc’s for the main 4 + butters (or just one person if that’s too much) with a Canadian reader? (Except they don’t look like the Canadians in south park, maybe they were born in America but grew up in Canada, or were just adopted or something 💀) And at some point they nonchalantly bring up being Canadian and the group is so confused because they somehow had no clue (even though the reader fits practically all the stereotypes; too nice, says eh, watches hockey religiously, etc.) Just kinda what the aftermath of that would be? This actually happened to me a while ago and I’m still flabbergasted bc idk how my American friends didn’t know I was Canadian 😭 (they now refuse to call me anything other than ‘canuck’, maybe you could incorporate that) Ok this request is getting kinda long so I’ll let you do the rest, have a great day! :)

have no fear! i love long requests, it gives me more to work with ^^ also i’m srry if this isn’t how you wanted it to be i dnt know much about canada and stuffs 🫶 also i’m so sorry this is short, i kinda didn’t know where to go with this <3

— butters + main 4 finding our reader’s canadian!!

cws/tw’s: none

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— Kyle B !

was 100% not surprised, he probably knew it before you even thought abour telling him

but he is a little more confused when you tell him

i mean, you do fit the traits, nice, your a severe hockey lover.. but you don’t look canadian? 🤨

but his brother is canadian too, so whenever you come over he always brings ike to you!!

he hates when ppl try to take advantage of you for your kindness, it’s just a perk of being canadian!

“WAIT YOUR.. CANADIAN?? i mean. uh. your canadian? 😙 my brothers canadian!! maybe you guys know eachother…. wanna come over later?!”

— Stan M !

another one who suspected you were Canadian, surprisingly. but didn’t really mention it.

would 100% watch hockey games with you when you hang out even tho he doesn’t know wtf to do in hockey 😭 he jus loves his friends

loves the way your so nice, it makes him feel amazing!! definitely a nice replacement for cartman (kyle agrees, 100000%)

when you go over to his house, your always so nice to shelly even though shes a little bit of an ass, to you and to her turd brother.

his ass loves that maple syurp snow thing and makes it everytime you come over!!!!!!!!! (with ice instead of snow, if y’all don’t feel like going outside)

“CALLED IT. i so called it.. so.. do you know how to make that maple syurp snow thing or not?.. 👀 oh uh my fave hockey team,,uhhh the yankees?—”

(clueless man. i love clueless man.)

— Eric C !

100% ripped on you before you told him. but rips on you even more when you tell him 😈 black air forces energy

pretends to be scared of you when you come over to them in the bus stop, and clings to kyle.

then he realizes kyle is also “part canadian” because of his brother (even tho he’s adopted 💀)

he gives you puppy dog eyes and a weak apology a few hours later. you accept <3

he definitely takes advantage of your kindness, but hes really grateful for it since you don’t beat his ass every 4 seconds because of his recklessness

“WHA? EWWW!! FUCKJG CANADIAN 👻 KAHLL HELP ME!! oh— WAIT UOU FRICKIN JEW CANADIAN!! GET OFF OF ME >:(”

“i’m sowwywyy🥺 sowwwyyy 🥺🥺 so sorrryyy 🥺 can we be friends again i like canada 🥺🥺 (has a piece of paper with the canada flag on it taped on his shirt)”

— Kenny M !

dirty jokes, doesn’t matter what gender u are 😟.

doesn’t really care what you are, kinda just wants to hang out with you regardless. loves how your super nice too, and super caring when he dies :((( feels bad when he wakes up but he’s glad you don’t remember (surprisingly)

(also forgets your canadian like 2 hours later you tell him, forgive him 💔)

likes watching hockey with you, gets into it just cause of u!! also enjoys that maple syurp snow thing as much as stan, him and stan make it all the damn time!!

“cana-ussy huhuhuhu.. oh yeah. good for you! me and stan uhh we like those maple syrup candy things :3 i think you’ve heard that enough from stan tho.”

— Butters S !

very excited when you tell him!! wants to know ALL about canada and bugs you for days.

you guys are both super duper nice, and he always feels so warm around you knowing you actually care about him <3

doesn’t care that your canadian, but he does find it cool as hell!! tries to like hockey, but it’s too confusing for him ,,,

puts a small picture of the canadian flag in his room and shows it to you when you come over (it’s so precious)

he tells his parents all about canada, whatever you tell him!! they don’t find it interesting but who gives a damn, they suck

“O HAMBURGERS, that’s amazing! how come you didn’t tell me sooner?! do you like hockey? what part of canada are you from? wh—” literally asks 100 questions, but you love ur bestie

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once again i’m so sorry this is so short :( i didn’t know how to interpret it, but i hope you do like it!

#（✿ ◞◟）🫧 marj writes! ﹒#butters stotch #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #south park #south park x reader platonic #south park x reader #butters stotch x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #eric cartman x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle brovlofski x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #idfk how to spell his name bruh

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Yandere Trio Laura, Sabertooth and Wolverine and child reader who has a raccoon mutation

Aha! Yes! They're definitely in for it now! And Baby Racoon Mutant Reader is so fluffy and cute! Let's do it like this:

There was a new feral mutant running about. That mutant happened to be a small child, with a ringed, fluffy tail, fuzzy gray ears, and a dark birthmark across their face.

They were a racoon mutant.

Logan was the first to find them, so he considers his claim the most valid.

Something had been stealing fruits and vegetables from the Institute's garden, so he'd set up a few traps to catch the little vermin. What he caught was not an opposum, fox, or rabbit.

It was a kid.

One that looked like a little racoon.

They were scared, shaking, letting him realize they weren't trying to cause trouble, and they likely hadn't had a great life beforehand. So he does what he can, trying to take them into the Institue. The fight him over that, but the moment he hands them a plate full of eggs and bacon, they stop fussing. What sold the idea of keeping them was when they handed him the bigger pieces of food, and kept shoving it at him until he ate it.

They were a keeper.

Laura meets them awhile later, when she goes to visit her father. She was hoping to find him and try to bond a little bit, perhaps learn an odd life lesson, or try some new thing normal people did (or a not so normal thing the X-Men did). She instead found a small thing scurrying around the kitchen, trying to reach the highest cupboard. Seeing as it was impossible to reach it, she did what was supposed to be good: Opened it herself, took down what was in it (a box of pretzels) and handed it to the tiny mutant.

It repayed her act of kindness by handing her handful after handful of pretzels, taking turns to eat their own handfuls.

She grew attached to them.

They were sweet, not knowing anything about her, and doing something as simple (and something she desperately craved) as sharing.

She would make them her sibling (certainly her father wouldn't say no to that cute face?).

Victor meets the tiny rascal when he's scouting the woods around the X-Men's mansion, looking for weaknesses and seeing if he can spy Logan while at it. What he finds instead is some fluffy tot with a bushy tail and weird birthmark foraging mushrooms and nuts, happily shoving them in their mouth after plucking them off the ground.

The moment they hear him, they turn and look up. Instead of screaming or running or crying, they look at his face, then at their pile of bounty, then pick out the biggest mushroom from it, rolling it over until it lands at his feet.

He's confused.

He's less confused when they point out-

"You smell like Logan. Logan's family is my family."

And how can he say no to that?

A sweet kit, and the first person beside himself to acknowledge Logan as his brother. Plus the kid said they were family first, so what is he or Logan going to do about it? Argue? It would just break their heart (he's using it to his advantage. Let's see his brother get rid of him now! Plus free feral kit, so it's a win-win!).

When the three of them all discover they share the same racoon baby, well...

Laura's fine with it. As long as neither of them butt in with her sibling-bonding time, she'll allow their presence.

Logan wants to fight Victor, but is glad Laura accepts her new sibling (he considers it a present/childhood ceremony for her, and maybe him, too).

And Victor is glad that Laura is fine with him, as long as he sticks to the schedule she made for sharing the little tot, he's less glad when Logan keeps setting traps and the X-Men team on him.

All in all, they'll (barely) tolerate each other, but if the others don't stick to their scheduled time and days with Reader, none of them will hold back their wrath over being cheated out of their time with their little rascal.

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere logan howlett #platonic yandere wolverine #platonic yandere laura kinney #platonic yandere x-23 #platonic yandere sabretooth #platonic yandere victor creed

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comicbookhyperfixationtime · 4 months

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An Important Aside

CW: Statutory Rape

So, the next issue I have to cover is #197, and it focuses on Kitty Pryde and Colossus. I've briefly mentioned my very strong thoughts on their relationship before, but I think I need to go into more detail about this topic, and I don't want it sandwiched between a bunch of bad jokes and philistine art opinions. When Kitty and Piotr's romance began, she was 14. He was 19. This is statutory assault.

This is definitely ephebophilia and I'm not sure but it may be considered pedophilia as well. Its really, really awful. But the narrative never treats it that way. They write Kitty as a child for sure, she acts in a very childish and immature manner throughout this romance. Its pretty clear Piotr's on a completely different maturity level than her. But he is never portrayed as the absolute monster he is for taking advantage of that. And its not that he doesn't know this is wrong, he angsts plenty about his feelings for Kitty. At one point, the two are in a precarious situation they're not sure they'll live through, and Kitty asks Piotr to have sex with her before they die. He refuses, because he knows she's too young and immature. He knows its wrong and he does it anyway. Which means that the writer and artist of that issue, Chris Claremont and John Byrne, would have to know it was wrong too.

None of the other X-men ever take issue with this. In fact, multiple other X-men encourage their relationship. This includes characters like Storm and Wolverine, Kitty's parental figures on the team. It also includes Professor X, who, may I remind you, has a doctorate in psychology (of course, I shouldn't be surprised Chuck is so blasé considering he had a hots for a teenage Jean Grey and only refrained from pursuing her because of his disability). Eventually, however, somebody finally did take issue with this disgusting situation; the Marvel higher ups.

Claremont was pressured by his bosses to break up the pair, so he did, in the most convoluted, comic book-y way possible; during the Secret Wars event, Colossus is separated from Kitty and meets and falls in love with an alien woman who dies tragically at the end of the event. When he returns to Earth he realizes he's still in mourning for her and has fallen out of love with Kitty. And you'd think that, that's it right? It sucks that they didn't break up because, like, you know, Piotr finally got his head out of his ass and realized he was dating a child, but at least we can move on! But no, we can't, because they reactions that the other X-men have, especially Wolverine are fucking appalling.

They're finally angry at Piotr. But not for starting a relationship with a literal child, no, they're angry at him for finally doing the right thing and ending that relationship. Wolverine especially goes off on him for breaking Kitty's heart. Again, Wolverine who is supposed to be Kitty's mentor and father figure.

I don't really know how to end this because I don't have any important insights aside from "this is fucked up, I hope you know this fucked up, fuck the people who made this." There's definitely a lot more to say about how Kitty Pryde and other teenage characters are sexualized in comics. There's a lot more to say about age-gap relationships in comics (this wasn't the first time a superhero committed statutory rape and wouldn't be the last). But I really don't want to say any of this. I'm not sure now if I want to write a full review of X-men #197 now, because I would rather not spend any more time on this. I might do a mini post about some of the specific panels or scenes I have opinions on.

This whole thing has really ruined 616 Colossus for me, and its tainted other versions too. But I want to make it clear, if he's still a character you like, that's ok. If (adult!) Kitty x Colossus is still one of your ships, that's ok! You can like problematic characters. In long running comic books especially, you can ignore problematic actions or personality traits of your favorite characters, God knows I do all the time. I just needed to get this off my chest.

#marvel comics #comic books #kitty pryde #colossus #piotr rasputin #rant post #serious post

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newtthetranswriter · 6 months

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Bakusquad comfort

Total word count: 3323

Parings: Bakusquad(minus sero) X Transmasculine! reader

Summary: Monoma is a dick, outing you to the entirety of classes A and B. How does the Bakusquad comfort you?

Warnings: Transphobia, Monoma is Dick, talks of binding and testosterone, canon typical violence mentioned, Monoma is an ass, some cursing, I think that’s it let me know if you notice more.

A/n: This is just a few little drabbels of how different members of the bakusquad respond to a Transmasculine reader being outed by Monoma, full disclosure I do not like Monoma fight me on it. Anyway some of them may be a little ooc but I haven’t written for them yet so this is what i got. Can be read as platonic or not. Enjoy, and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate. REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Being a student at U.A. has been a dream come true. I’ve been able to use it as a new start, people know me as Y/n the guy who has an earth manipulation quirk and not the girl who thinks she’s a guy. The only reason I say that is that none of my classmates know I’m Transgender. I haven’t told anyone, not because I'm embarrassed but because I’m scared of how they will react to the truth, especially with how long I’ve kept it from them. I feel like I’m lying to them in a way but I don’t want them to hate me for it, so I’ve just kept quiet. I’m sure I’ll tell them when I’m ready.

On a different note I do truly feel like I belong here, like people see the real me, a fun, energetic guy who just wants to help people. The group I hang out with the most is the Bakusquad, consisting of Bakugo, Kirishima, Mina, Denki, Sero and Me. We are a strange group for sure, being unofficially led by the stubborn Bakugo, and the rest of us being somewhat over energetic, but we get along well. Having movie nights in the living room of the dorms, and messing with Bakugo in our free time. I couldn’t ask for better friends.

Though everything came falling apart when we went to training ground gamma to face off against class B. We had been separated into 5 groups per class and paired off for battles. I had been placed in the fourth group and so I had to sit back with the rest of the students as group one started their match. We had for the most part stayed with our own classes, not mingling too much, just commenting on strategies and predicted outcomes.

Everything seemed fine until the match ended and the teachers were prepping for the second match. Neito Monoma decided to pop off with some absolute bullshit.

“The scum of Class A only one because of Shinso, I bet if it was the other way around Class B would have prevailed. Class A isn’t anything special.” He said with a laugh not caring that he was being a dick. “I would wager the rest of the matches will be a clean sweep.”

As the second set of teams left, I started getting irritated because he just kept going. Going as far as to insult Aoyama. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I snapped. “You know, even if he doesn't have great control of his quirk, Aoyama is ten times the hero you will ever be. So why don’t you shut your pathetic mouth and be respectful.” I said getting in his face, surprising the rest of the students around us.

Realizing we had everyone’s attention, Monoma decided to take advantage of the situation. “Oh, the liar of Class A wants to lecture me on respect.” He laughed out, confusing everyone including myself. “You think you’ve been sneaky about everything, but I figured it out. Visiting Recovery Girl every few months to fix your ribs, the giant hoodies you wear in the evening when you walk around campus, and the pharmacy deliveries every couple weeks. It’s a miracle your class hasn’t figured you out yet, but then again they aren’t the brightest.” Those comments wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else but I knew exactly what he meant. I watched in silent horror as my classmates tried to figure it out, and he just smirked. “That’s right Class A your dear Y/n has been lying to you this entire time. SHE is transgender and has been lying to you about it. Wanting you to believe she is just a normal guy going to school to be a hero, But how can you be a hero if all you do is lie to your so-called friends.” He announced to both classes, outing me to everyone.

I froze for only a second before bolting out of the training grounds, ignoring the commotion that was caused and the calls from my teachers to come back and work things out. One of my biggest fears just came true, and they wanted me to talk it out in front of everyone, not happening. I was going back to my dorm and locking myself in, no one should have to see me after finding out I lied to them for months.

Bakugo

Word count: 662

I had barely shut the door to my room before I heard near constant banging on the door. “Go away, I’m not talking about this.” I shouted at the person, moving to hide under the covers of my bed.

The banging continued for a moment before I heard a very familiar sigh. “Open the door right now you damn extra, or I’ll blow it up.” There was no mistaking that It was Bakugo on the other side especially when sparks followed the statement.

Rushing to the door I swung it open right as he raised his hand to blow it up. “Don’t break my door. Now what do you want? To tell me that I’m a horrible person for lying to you, tell me you want nothing to do with me? Or let me guess tell me I’m mentally ill and should be in a mental institution?” I ranted out moving into my room, not noticing the tears rolling down my face.

Hearing heavy foot falls behind me I turned back to Bakugo as he approached me. “You know for one of the top members of our class you can be dumber than dunceface.” He said, reaching up, wiping the tears from my face. “Why would I be mad at you for keeping any of this a secret? It’s completely reasonable, you had no idea how any of us would react. I just wanted to make sure you really are ok.” I was relieved he wanted to check on me and wasn’t mad at me, but now I’m mad at myself.

“I just feel so stupid. How could I be so reckless that fucking Monoma was able to figure it out? It’s not like I was trying to hide everything, but I kept my binders out of sight when you guys would visit my room, wore oversized hoodies when I had to take a break, tried to dispose of my T supplies where no one would see it, and visited recovery girl when no one was around. How on earth did he notice any of it?” I started ranting again.

Taking me by surprise, he pulled me into his chest to shut me up. “Everyone makes mistakes, that weasel probably caught you on bad days when you thought no one was around.” Bakugo said. “But you really are stupid if you think no one else figured it out.” I could tell this comment wasn’t malicious but more of just stating facts, though I was confused by what he meant. Sensing my confusion he continued, “I started to piece things together at the training camp when it was super warm in the evening but you insisted on wearing a hoodie, and slept in a separate room from all the guys. At first I thought you were just being weird, but then we got movies to the dorms and you always wear a hoodie around the living room even when most of us chill with t-shirts. I put everything together and figured something happened in the past to make it hard to open up, so I never said anything figuring you would tell people when you were ready.” That was the most I had hear Bakugo talk in a long while.

Not sure how to respond I just let out a quiet “thank you” Before he started talking again. “And don’t worry about that pompous ass who tried to embarrass you. The rest of the extras have promised to show him how Class A sticks together, even the nerd. For now let's just relax, movie night just you and me, ok?” I nodded as he led me to sit on my bed. He was about to step out of my room to grab snacks before he turned back to me, “While I’m getting snacks, you need to take off your hero costume and get into something comfortable. That includes taking off your binder.” He said matter-of-factly as he left leaving no room to argue.

Kirishima

Word count: 660

I had been in my room for about ten minutes when I heard a gentle knock at the door. Not wanting to face anyone's disappointment I just curled further into my blankets. It was silent for a few seconds before there was another knock followed by a gentle voice. “Hey Y/n, I know you probably don’t want to talk about what happened but I brought some chocolate and some tea if you want it?” It was Kirishima, he was always so kind to everyone and worried about everyone’s feelings no matter what.

Reluctantly I stood up from my bed and slowly opened the door, the thought of candy and tea did sound relaxing. As soon as the door opened Kiri pushed his way in, setting the tea on my desk and pulling me into a hug. “Listen you don’t have to say anything, I just want you to know that no one is upset with you over this. In fact I think Bakugo was being held back by Midorya when I left, he looked like he was gonna blow up Monoma.” He said with a sincere chuckle. “I know that nothing can fix what he did or change what he said, but we all love you just the way you are. It is the manliest thing ever to face the world and tell it ‘screw you I’m not who you say I should be, I’m me.’ I hope you know that.” He pulled back and wiped the few tears I didn’t realize I had shed from my checks. “You are the manliest person I know, now go change into some pajamas and I'll get stuff set up to watch a movie, ok?” He gently nudged me towards the door.

I nodded, grabbing my pajamas, and stepping out of the room towards the bathroom. Changing out of my hero costume was difficult today, hating that I had to take my binder off because it’s not safe to sleep in it, after what happened during training I didn’t want to face that part of me. Eventually I got into my baggy pajamas, and was about to head back to my room when I realized I forgot my hoodie. It’s not that I didn’t feel comfortable with Kirishima now that he knew the truth, I just needed the comfort of it. Deciding that I had to leave the bathroom either way I opened the door only to pause when I saw a red hoodie folded up on the floor. I quickly picked it up and put it on.

Entering my room I couldn't help but ask about it. “Is this your hoodie Kiri?”

The redhead just smiled before responding. “I noticed you forgot to grab one of your hoodies before you went to change and I figured from all the time you wear them, they make you comfortable, so I decided to bring you one. I couldn’t find one of yours though so I just grabbed one of mine. It's ok if you don’t want to wear it, I just thought it would make you feel more comfortable.” He rambled for a minute and I couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness.

“It’s great, thank you. If it’s ok I’d like to wear it for the rest of the day, I promise I’ll give it back after I get a chance to clean it for you.” I said sitting next to where he was sitting on my bed.

He just laughed, “Don’t worry about it, you can keep it if you want.” He then leaned on the headboard of my bed before starting the first of many movies of the evening. “Just relax, and don’t worry about training, Aizawa said you have a pass for today's exercise because of all that happened.” he informed me as I leaned into his side. Deciding that I needed a nap after everything, I drifted off knowing that my friends had my back no matter what.

Denki

Word count:625

Heading for the dorms I lost focus on what was going on around me. I just wanted to reach my room and close myself off. In my haze I didn’t notice the lip in the sidewalk until it was too late. I braced for impact only to feel a pair of hands grab my shoulder and pull me up right. Turning around I was faced with the blonde hair of everyone’s favorite pikachu. Not wanting to face anyone in my class, not even my closest friend, I pushed him away and went to head back to the dorm, only for him to grab my wrist.

“Hey stop, I know what happened was bullshit but locking yourself in your room isn’t going to fix it. The truth is out there and you need to talk about it.” It was harsh but the truth, and I didn;t want to face it, but before I could respond Denki beat me to it. “Don’t deny that you were going to hide hoping we would all forget or ignore it. We don’t care that you’re trans, we just want you to be safe, and knowing you now that you’re upset you are going to be dumb. So, we are going to go back to the dorms, you are going to grab a hoodie and sweatpants, then shower. After that we are going to go sit in my room and A) talk about how you’re feeling or B) raid Sato’s candy stash and watch cheesy movies until Bakugo yells at us to go to sleep, understand?” He said with a completely straight face. Out of everyone I didn’t think he would be the one to be so serious.

Not wanting to argue, I nodded and let him lead me to Heights Alliance. He waited in the doorway of my room while I grabbed my change of clothes and then stood outside the bathroom while I showered. It was somewhat comforting knowing he was there waiting for me, like he was worried something would happen and wanted to protect me. As I stepped out of the bathroom he looked me up and down with a raised eyebrow. “What are you looking at?” I was confused by the quizzical gaze.

“Not to sound creepy but please prove you didn’t put your binder back on after your shower? I was doing research while you were showering and everything says you need breaks from it and shouldn’t sleep in them.” He paused for a second before blushing. “Not that I’m asking you to show me your chest just like maybe show me that your binder is in your pile of dirty clothes that’s in your hand?” He rushed out, it was obvious he was just concerned for my safety and wanted to make sure I was being safe.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered state. As I walked past him, I grabbed the requested article from the middle of the pile and held it up. “I did not put my binder back on, I may be upset but I know my limits.” I said as I heard him rush to follow me, hearing a small ‘ok good’ from the blonde. “But thank you for looking out for me. When we get to your room I think I just want to watch some movies. If that’s ok with you?” I asked as he caught up with me.

He gave me a thumbs up and a quick smile. “ Ofcourse, whatever you want to do is fine with me. Just remember that whenever you’re ready to talk I’m here for you.” With that he led me to his room and we settled in for an afternoon of movies and raiding different classmates' rooms for snacks.

Mina

Word count:638

As I rushed up the steps of Heights Alliance I heard the shouts of my pink best friend. “Wait Y/n, slow down.” Having an internal debate with myself I froze for a second, unintentionally giving the normally bubbly girl a chance to catch up with me. “Hey, are you ok? Do you want to talk about it?” Mina asked as she lightly grabbed my shoulders.

Looking anywhere but her I let everything out. “How can you stand to talk to me, why are you worried? I lied to you, all of you. I can’t call myself a hero if I can’t even tell my closest friends that I’m transgender. Don’t get me wrong I wanted to tell you all, I really did but the right time never showed itself. And I would understand if none of you wanted to be my friend anymore, or if you even wanted me to leave. Just tell me now if that’s what everyone wants, I’ll understand and go pack my stuff.” I let out with tears rolling down my face.

It was silent for a moment, worried that Mina had just decided to leave during my rant. I turned to face her, being greeted with the sight of my best friend attempting to hold back tears. “What makes you think we would want you to leave? Everyone is worried about you. I’m pretty sure even Ida was about to punch that asshole. No one and I mean no one thinks you’re a monster or a liar. You didn’t tell us when we first met for a reason, and you’re right there was never a good time to bring something like that up, but I’m positive you would have found a good time to tell us. So stay here and keep having fun learning and training with us please? And if this is the only thing you take from this, know that I love you just the way you are, whether you are Y/n the guy who like pissing off Bakugo and stealing fancy cheesy from Aoyama, or if you are Y/n the guy who is trans and proud of himself for it. Even if you still want to keep it on the down low and want people to ignore it for now, I’m proud of you, and everything you have been through.” She said tears were rolling down her face as she went on. It was shocking to hear such emotions and statements about the situation.

Not being sure what to say I wiped my eyes before collecting my thoughts. “Thank you, Mina. I’m sorry I blew up on you like that, it’s just so frustrating having you all find out in such a way. I wanted to tell you, and I just never got to it. I think for now I want to just process the fact that it’s out there now and wrap my head around it.” She just responded with a nod, signaling me to keep going. “Would you mind just sitting with me for a while in my room while I work things out in my head, you can watch movies and eat my snacks if you want. I just don’t think I should be alone with my thoughts right now.” I said looking towards the doors we were stopped in front of, realizing that we both had mini breakdowns outside where anyone could see us.

Mina smiled gently as she reached to open the doors. “Take whatever time you need. When you’re ready to talk let me know. And I’ll gladly sit with you, But first I’m grabbing face masks and nail polish from my room and we are going to have a relaxing friends night once you decide you’ve had enough thinking for the day.” She said returning to her normal bubbly self.

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kisses-for-you · 4 months

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Sacrifice - Conner Kent

Conner Kent X GN!Reader

Summary: You and Conner don't really like each other. But when you make a sacrifice to save Conner, you both realise your true feelings.

Word Count: 1,580

⚠️ Warnings: Death.

You and Conner never really liked each other. It's like ever since he joined the team, you just hated him for no apparent reason. You didn't know why and neither did he. Maybe it's because you felt a certain type of attraction to him? No. That can't be it. Don't be ridiculous.

The tension between you and Conner was palpable. Anyone could see it. But despite the clashes and disagreements, there were moments when you caught each other's eyes, stealing glances across the room. In those moments, there was something unspoken, a subtle shift in the air. It was as if beneath the layers of animosity, a flicker of curiosity lingered.

One day, during a particularly intense mission, you and the team find yourselves facing an unexpected threat. Mother May has used her magic to stun everyone including Conner, except for you, which meant it was just you and her. Bad news for you, you don't have any magical powers, so what now? How are you meant to fight a witch with just your combat skills? That doesn't seem like it's going to work out great for you.

Feeling the weight of the situation, panic sets in as you assess the limited options. Your heart pounds in your chest and your palms start sweating. Mother May advances towards you with a wicked grin, revelling in her advantage. Without hesitation, you throw yourself between Mother May and Conner, shielding him from any possible danger.

She starts to speak but you interrupt Mother May, steeling yourself for whatever consequences may follow. "If you want to get to any of them, you'll have to go through me first," you declare, surprising even yourself with the conviction in your voice.

The empty road becomes charged with tension as Mother May assesses the situation. Conner, still under the effects of her magic, watches the unfolding scene with a mixture of confusion and concern. Despite your 'dislike' for him, you were still protecting him. Why?

Mother May smirks, confident in her powers. "You can't protect them forever, and trust me, your death won't change anything," she taunts.

Not letting her see the fear that is currently coursing through your veins, you respond, "Maybe I can't change anything, but I can't just stand by and let them get hurt either. At least I'll die knowing I did my best to protect my team."

Conner's gaze shifts from Mother May to you, a mix of surprise and realization crossing his face. He doesn't want you to die, especially not like this. But he can't do anything. Her powers have him and everyone stunned, stuck in place.

"You're brave, I'll give you that. It's a shame this is the way you have to go down," she scoffs, raising her hand to unleash a magical assault. As the energy builds, you brace yourself, fully aware that this might be the end. Yet, strangely, you feel a sense of peace knowing you're protecting the team, even Conner.

Just as Mother May releases the magical force, a sudden burst of red streaks across the scene. The force of her magic sends you flying backwards, directly into a wall. A sickening crack echoes through the air as your back collides with the wall.

Everything goes black. Surely, you should be able to feel something. Some sort of pain. You've most likely just broken something from the force of the hit but you can't feel a thing. You can't see anything either, nor can you hear anything. No fucking way. Is this it? Did the bitch really just kill you? That easily as well? What about the rest of the team?

Everyone winces at the sound of your back making contact with the wall. They know what's probably just happened but none of them want to believe it. You can't be dead.

As the darkness envelops you, one distant voice echoes in your mind - Conner's voice. "No, this can't be happening," he mutters, breaking free from Mother May's spell, his eyes widening in horror at the sight of you crumpled against the wall.

Before anyone can attack Mother May, she vanishes into thin air. Now you're dead and your murderer is nowhere to be seen.

The team, released from the magical hold, rushes to your side. Conner, fueled by a surge of emotions he didn't quite understand, kneels beside you. "Hey, come on, wake up," he pleads, his usually stoic demeanour towards you now replaced by genuine concern.

His voice slowly fades away as your hearing once again disappears. This time, it doesn't come back. This is really it. You're gone.

People say that when you die, you get to rewatch your entire life from birth to death. But for you, it's just pitch black, a neverending darkness. You didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone. You didn't get to tell Gar about how much you actually love hearing his stupid jokes. You didn't get to tell Kory about how much of an impact she's made on you and the rest of the team. You didn't get to tell Conner about how you don't actually hate him. You didn't get to tell him about how you used that hate as a disguise for your true feelings. You've realised you love him but it's too late now. You're dead.

Conner, kneeling beside your lifeless body, is overwhelmed by a mix of grief and guilt. The team gathers around, grappling with the reality of losing one of their own. Conner finds himself unable to comprehend the weight of your sacrifice.

Amid the chaos, he reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, a gesture that feels more tender than he ever expected. "I didn't... I didn't get to tell her how much I loved her," he stammers, his voice betraying a vulnerability you'd never witnessed before. He finally admitted the truth and you aren't even here to hear it.

In the following days, guilt gnaws at Conner. He feels somehow responsible for your death. Maybe if he'd been stronger, faster, he could've saved you. But he didn't and that kills him inside.

One night, Conner stands alone on the rooftop, staring at the city below. The realization hits him hard - he never got to express his true feelings to you. The words he kept buried, hidden behind a façade of dislike, start to haunt him slightly.

"I wish I could've told you," Conner whispers to the night sky, a silent confession to the empty air.

"Told me what?" you ask, your voice startling Conner. He turns around and his eyes widen in shock.

He stammers, "Y/N? But.. you're dead. How? Is my mind just playing tricks on me?"

"No. I'm very much alive. Trust me, I don't get it either. I died, or at least I was sure I had. Something somehow brought me back. But I don't know what," you say, standing there with a mixture of confusion and relief. You're glad to be back but you still shouldn't be here. How was this possible?

He takes a step closer, his eyes searching your face for any sign of deception. "If this is some kind of sick prank, it's not funny."

You take a step closer to him, closing the distance between you guys. Wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug, you respond, "Is this enough to prove I'm really here?"

Conner, caught off guard, hesitates for a moment before returning the hug, wrapping his strong arms tightly around your waist. As he holds you, a mixture of relief and confusion also washes over him.

"I thought I lost you," Conner admits, his voice a blend of vulnerability and sincerity. The realization that you're standing in front of him, alive and well, hits him and he hugs you the slightest bit tighter.

Conner, still processing the whirlwind of emotions, starts to speak again. "I never got the chance to tell you something," he pauses but continues, "Y/N, I never hated you. I just pretended I did because I thought that it was easier than admitting my feelings for you. But I realise now that it was a really stupid choice. I should've just been straight up with you. You dying made me realise how much I regretted not telling you. So now, I'm telling you because I'm too scared that something like this might happen again in the future and I can't go through this again. The regret and the guilt are too much. Even for me."

You pull away slightly, looking into his eyes. A small blush forms on your face as you realise he reciprocates your feelings. The corners of your lips curve upwards as you respond, "When I died, Conner, I regretted not telling you that I loved you so much. So, I'm going to tell you the truth now. Conner, I'm in love with you and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I guess it took me literally dying to realise how I actually felt."

Conner flashes you a smile, a smile of relief and happiness. He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can even get a word out, you cut him off, your lips crashing against his own in a kiss full of passion and emotion.

His hand reaches up to cup your cheek as you slowly pull away. The warmth of his touch reassures you that this moment is real. "God, I love you so much, Y/N."

#conner kent x reader #titans!conner kent #conner kent #dc titans #imagine

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Okay but the generator gave me Alien Invasion AU and Imprinting AU and now I need it, for any pairing

Ok but like. . .

So in trying to be all which type of imprinting my brain went all “why not more than one?”

Reggie, Alex, Luke, are part of the Alien Invasion, but like, really early first wave. See, the Alien species has been studying earth for a while and have noticed the human trend to adopt other species and have decided to use that to their advantage.

What the Aliens don’t expect is for some of their first wave to be too young and form pack bond/familialy imprint on some of the species they first encounter.

Which in the case of Reggie, Alex, and Luke is Julie. (Though over the course of the story Reggie and Luke would both question their bond with Julie. Reggie especially after he develops a second familial imprint on Ray and none of them have heard that happening before-though to be fair to them most of their education regarding their Alien culture was limited, they were in a sort of hypersleep for most of their lives/the journey to Earth. Plus, no one knew how that particular part of their physiology would interact with Humans and their pack bond tendency)

This leaders of this first wave decide on their own to sort of forgo the original plans and to just integrate with life on Earth.

So all of Earth is dealing with how to do that exactly, many still advocating to eliminate the Aliens, others are very interested in learning about the advanced technology, others don’t want to risk incurring an alien species wrath. There’s a lot of background political drama.

Meanwhile, Ray decides to go ahead an open up his home to Reggie, Luke, and Alex. Carlos is ecstatic, Flynn is suspicious but can definitely see how the three are helping the Molina’s.

Julie is just frustrated. She did not ever in her life expect to be treated like a mother duck, with three Aliens following around her like ducklings…or maybe they’re closer to a pack of puppies or energetic kittens. She feels a bit of guilty relief when Reggie eventually switches to following her dad around, eager to learn all about life on earth from him.

The relief is heavily outweighed by Luke(and to some extent Reggie) acting weird around her in ways that Alex doesn’t. She’d almost think they were sometimes jealous if she didn’t know better. (She’s also wrong but that revelation doesn’t happen til later)

Things get more complicated when a second wave of Aliens shows up a few months after the first. This one follows a similar pattern to the first wave, however with a touch more hesitancy. They haven’t formed the same bonds and still recall the overall end goal was complete takeover of the planet.

This is around the time Alex runs into Willie, who as it turns out was actually apart of some of the last of the investigative research/preparation teams. He arrived a few weeks before the first wave did.

Two important revelations occur with the introduction of Willie. First, Alex and Willie imprint on more of a mate level and Alex, after getting over that joyous shock, realizes that’s how Luke and Reggie imprinted with Julie. They’re all just too young/dumb to have noticed/realized sooner.

Secondly, Caleb is part of the second wave. Willie used to work with/for him and knows Caleb is a major advocate for the world domination thing and was old enough to not have formed any of the bonds/imprints as others. There are also more older aliens who are very likely to rally around Caleb in this second wave.

That’s as far as I have gotten plot wise…but I also love the idea that Trevor was among an earlier alien research party and just refused to leave, which then makes Carrie half Alien and adds a whole other level of drama when that comes to light.

#No snippet for this one XD #Writing game #AUs are awesome #ok so like I had never HEARD of an imprinting AU and when I tried to google it only one actual fic showed up #Otherwise it was just different articles and science definitions

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Hubert Von Vestra x GN! Reader

You'll meet Hubert just like he meets anyone. Yes, through the Academy. He is fishing out prospects to help Lady Edelgard in every future endeavor. So if he approaches you, he has studied you to a creepy and accurate extent. Yes IF he approaches you. He must make sure first that you are indeed useful.

After he considers your utility to his and most importantly Lady Edelgard's plans, he will keep an eye on you. I am not going to lie he will come off as creepy to you. He only tones down his creepy vibes when Edelgard orders him to so trust me you are getting scared.

Undoubtedly one night when you are walking to your room you come across him.... Bernadetta still considers your screams are like that of a banshee while Lysithea and Ashe still think there's a ghost roaming the academy at night.

His absolute devotion to Edelgard will strain your relationship a bit. On one hand if you are to become friends with the Empire's heir he will become menacingly jealous (he already has to deal with Monica he will be damned if he has to deal with another) on the other hand you may come to the misunderstanding that he is in love with her.

While on the subject of jealousy he will find it curious that he still feels that way when you approach other students and sometimes even teachers.

Prepare to have that weighting feeling of having eyes behind your back. Hubert whether or not in a relationship with you he always has his eyes or some of his trusted associates' on you at all times. You have never felt more uncomfortable and yet safer at the same time. Once Edelgard catches on (often being the victim of Hubert's overzealous nature) she will give you tips on how and when to get some time alone.

Hubert is probably going to be the last person to realize his true feelings for you. The man isn't dense by any means but with all the planning and scheming this man has far too much on his mind. Edelgard probably finds out much faster than him.

Speaking of Edelgard, when she catches on to Hubert's feelings for you and sees how hard he is failing at it, she is on a mission. She invites you often for tea in the hopes to study you, to see if you are a right match for him and to see if you are invested romantically in him as well. Once she gets all the info she needs she goes to the one who will hopefully, due to experience, will be able to help stop all the foolishness Hubert and you are doing by evading each other - none other than Dorothea

Turns out Dorothea already knows and the whole Black Eagles have been placing bets around the subject. Some (Petra) even suggesting force.

All of the Black Eagles are now intent on helping out with varying degrees of ultimate failure (Ferdinand tried to put the two of you together but somehow ended up making you believe that Hubert and him were together). The only success they had was to invoke Hubert's absolute fury. While shielded most of the time by Edelgard, the team decided to give up just in case they were walking towards an early grave like Hubert has detailed in very creative ways.

Fortunately for the team, someone else caught wind of the predicament, the master schemer himself, Claude von Riegan. So it was to everyone's surprise to see Claude one day just openly and loudly flirting with you. Everyone stared at awe at the scene and then stared at the absolutely terrifying dark aura emanating from Hubert. For you see, at that moment, Hubert might have discovered his feelings but as to make the noble sacrifice of not putting you in any danger for the upcoming war he forgot other fools might take you and put you in far more danger for they could not see, treat or protect you the way he could.

So after putting himself between you and Claude he invited you for tea which you accepted. Well, you had tea, he had coffee. You two chatted a bit before Hubert got serious and proposed his feelings in the most business way possible. He highlighted how advantageous it would be for you to be involved with him even going as far as laying the beneficts of your family being aligned with his (should you be noble or not). Before he could extend his monologue any further you interrupted him with the most powerful and yet simple words available to you - "I like you too."

Hubert stopped speaking entirely, the only evidence he was still alive was the blush on his face and ears - "O-oh! T-that's-- Yes... That is very..... Um.... Good!"

You giggle at his reaction but lightly taking his hand in yours you propose you take things lightly, go on a few dates before you even think about "the beneficial sides for the families"

He agrees and then he hears the collective of the student body sigh with relief "FINALLY!". The relief is short lived however as a monster suddenly appears in the depths of the academy. All it was heard was an urgent shout "Dammit Hapi!"

Hubert was now more content to be at your side rather than tailing your shadow. He was still highly devoted to Edelgard and you respected that but now he had you to lovingly be devoted to and having that same devotion back at him. At first he wasn't used to it. Having someone devote themselves to him like you do. But he had to admit it was rather heavenly.

During the war it wasn't easy. Hubert kept trying to take you away. To keep you safe but you stubbornly refused to leave his side. Arguments were frequent about that topic as well. Once he went as far as saying you were distracting him from his duty making you go on the completely different squad than his. Before he could ever apologize your squad had already gone on a recon mission.

Hubert could not sleep for days after that. He always kept his ears out for news from your squad, always on his nerves' end should something happen to you. And one day... his fears came to be. Your squad was attacked suddenly.

At the news he froze till Edelgard snapped his attention back. He got on the first horse he could find and rode to where your squad was seen last. Ferdinand rode with him should he lose himself in his panicked state and made Hubert take breaks for his and the horses' sakes. All he knew was that you were still so far from him, you could be hurt, taken prisoner, dead... He had to get to you as fast as he could before his minds' violent imagination drove him mad.

After days of riding he got to your squads camp. Your squad had been taken by surprise but managed to withstand with the minimal casualties and a few injured. You yourself had been injured but it was just a few cuts and bruises. He spotted you first after looking around desperatly and wrapped his arms around you in an almost suffocating embrace. He cried that day, he didn't care, he had you. He had you. You took him to your tent and after a series of apologies he kissed your every cut, every bruise, every scar and promised himself he would never allow this to happen again.

The ones that attacked your squad and managed to escape were hunted down mercilessly and so were their lords. For Hubert would not suffer any threat to house Vestra and yes, even if not married now, he saw you as his.

From day onward you two were truly inseparable. And soon Edelgard began poking at Hubert to propose to you with her blessing. The day of the Emperor's marriage to Byleth, Edelgard threw the bouquet strategically and aggressively at you (making you fall back at the sheer force of the throw). And yes, when you FINALLY get married, Edelgard had to include in her speech "and they FINALLY proposed! FINALLY got married, in all seriousness I was afraid children would come first than this contract!".

You two did grow inseparable despite it all to the grand relief of all your friends.

#hubert von vestra x reader #hubert x reader #gn!reader #fe hubert #fire emblem three houses x reader #Fire emblem three hopes #Fire emblem three houses #hubert von vestra #My writing

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simp999 · 11 months

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A New Home Ch. 22

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.4k

Back to the Start! Previous Next

While making a private battle for your team and the S4, you begin to wonder what you could possibly do to win against Emperor. Rage alone won’t carry you through the match, but it’ll definitely help.

The S4 have already spawned with their purple ink, and your team with orange.

Leo speeds off to the centre, Aloha doing the same.

‘There isn’t much I can do. If Edging Jr.’s more agile than Aloha, then I can’t risk him facing Tasha.’

The two of them duke it out in the centre, Leo using the stage to his advantage and going behind the walls for cover.

‘Leo wouldn’t stand a chance in a one-on-one, against him. He ties up almost evenly with 'Loha.’

You look over at Milo, who seems to be charging up his splatling, getting ready to aim at Army.

‘-and even having Milo spray and pray with his splatling isn’t enough. And that’s just one player.’

‘N-pacer wouldn’t be in Leo or Milo’s range, so it’d be charger vs. charger. But Emperor would want to take care of that quickly.’

Milo opens fire, and Army hides behind a nearby wall. Once Milo’s out of charge, Army comes out thinking he’s safe. Unaware that you were waiting. You jump Army, and splat him.

‘None of this will ever work against team Monarch! How could we possibly- no, no. I’m thinking of this all wrong. I’m thinking way too logically.’

Leo and Aloha have both taken lots of damage, and Leo looks much more tired than Aloha. He never did have good stamina.

‘We need to be unpredictable.’

Skull and Tasha have taken their respective spots, Tasha being a little closer to the center than Skull.

Mask slowly swims by, not showing any ripples in the ink. But he leaves a trail, and that’s what gets him splatted by you.

‘Use our specialties to our advantage.’

Leo backs away from his one-on-one to recover, and Aloha taunts him.

‘Stop working individually.’

Aloha doesn’t have time for another remark before Tasha splats him with no hesitation.

‘Work as a family.’

A moment of realization later, you shout out to your teammates while backing off and inking a few spots they missed.

“I’m sorry for lashing out at you guys earlier. Our best bet is to cover each other at all times!”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?!”

“Do it better!”

“Alright, boss!”

Mask realizes that it’s useless to be sneaky around you, so he attempts to attack from above, followed by a burst bomb. You pretend to be unaware that he’s there, dodging at the last second, only to let your back face him and dash off. ‘An easy target,’ he thinks. Before he can send another bomb your way, he’s hit with double the firepower from behind.

“You didn’t really think our boss was that stupid, did ya?”

Milo makes his way closer to the center after you and Leo give him some easy inked ground to run on. After being splatted again, Army’s facing Milo. Milo keeps his distance, which annoys Army to no end. Milo isn’t landing any shots, though. Army smirks when he notices this, trying to close the distance. You won’t allow it, not with the way Milo was obviously giving you a clear path to surprise-attack Army. Milo moves in again to try and attack Aloha, forgetting that Skull was just barely in range. A quick tap of Skull’s trigger has Milo down, and Tasha fires right back milliseconds after, despite not having enough range to hit Skull. Aloha looks at the wasted ink.

“Hah! I thought you never mis-”

“SURPRISE!”

Aloha’s all bark and no bite, especially when his so-called #1 fan manages to take down his leader. Tasha made Leo a path straight to Skull because no, she never misses.

“Good job, Leo!”

“Booyah!”

You shake your head while looking at the S4’s results of the match. They’re strong individually for sure, but it’s useless if they don’t work together. Nobody up to this point has come close to their strength against you, but it’s still too easy. They still refuse to work together. Just about every splat that your team landed on them was because of a surprise attack, or because they were too preoccupied with another teammate.

“First off,” You vaguely gesture at Army, Aloha, and Mask, “Start super jumping to Skull. You were spending half your time making it back to center stage, only to be splatted again. Time wasted.” Aloha pretends to check his ‘nails’, still not wanting to work with the S4. Army slaps his hand down, and forces him to focus on you.

“Also, one of you stay back when Skull gets splatted. Tasha uses Milo as an anchor when she’s down in our practices. You do the same. I suggest Mask since he likes staying back and inking anyways.” You hear a groan come from Mask. you glare at him.

“Or you could just leave right now and never get any stronger. Your choice.”

Mask straightens up just a bit, and tightens his grip on his roller. He doesn’t care what others think of him, but the more people that he can force into hopelessness, the better. If training means he’ll see stronger, and more players lose their will to battle again, then so be it.

“Alright, let’s do it again!”

“Alreadyyy?” Leo drags out his word like a kid being told that it’s time to get off their gaming console.

“You’re lucky you got a break at all. I don’t plan on stopping between every match.”

And so, the next few hours were filled with nothing but battles. Even Tasha’s aim was getting a little lazy, and that’s when your forced everyone into a break, which didn't take much convincing. You wordlessly helped Tasha stretch her arms while Aloha and Leo groan in exaggerated agony. Even Skull’s panting from how much you’re making him change positions during battle. Not that you’re not struggling too. You quietly do some breathing exercises to reset your system and trick it into thinking it can take all this. Milo refuses to complain, knowing that this is all for the best, but he’s sweating buckets. Two minutes into your break, and you think Mask is either dead or fell asleep insanely quickly. His chest is rising and falling quickly, so you assume he’s just resting.

“Training isn’t,-” Army huffs, catching his breath, “Isn’t efficient if we can’t do our best.” he takes another second to recuperate, “Any more than this and it will only harm us.”

You close your eyes in thought for a moment, slumping against the wall to your right and agreeing with him. No point in hurting anybody.

You slowly walk toward the entrance of Deca Tower, and only Tasha and Milo follow.

“Come on lazybones, I’m buying everyone dessert.” Leo and Aloha jump up at that, fighting about who’s going to get a bigger Sundae. Skull swiftly walks over, and you think that’s the fastest he’s walked in a few hours. Army points out that having dessert is not the best thing to consume after training.

“If you want to go eat some grass, go. You all deserve it, at the very least.”

You almost make it out of Deca Tower, but you notice someone missing from the group. You drag yourself back over to the possibly dead cyan squid, who’s laying on his back, on the floor. You very gently nudge his arm with your foot.

“Hey. We’re getting dessert.”

You nudge it again.

“I dooon’t caaaare. Just let me dieee.”

You nod in understanding. Mood.

You bend down right next to him, so only he can hear.

“I’ll buy you the limited edition copy of Squidracer.”

He already had other, older versions of the game, and that’s what he wasted his money from Salmon Run on. A limited edition is supposed to release tomorrow, but he doesn’t have nearly enough to pay it off, and there’s no doubt all of the copies will be gone in a matter of minutes.

He picks his head up off the ground to look at you in bewilderment. You must be joking, right? That thing’s like- 8, 000, 000 coins. Just what are you made of?

“For real. All I ask is that you try to keep up, and get stronger so that we can have a real, fun battle one day.”

He lightly nods, and you offer him your hand, forgetting that he’s not a fan of physical contact. Which means you don’t think twice about how he used your help to get up off the ground. A big step for him that you didn’t even notice.

Even if he wiped his hand on his purple camo LS roughly to try to get rid of that unfamiliar touch.

You really do believe in every one of them, huh? You even believe that the least motivated of them has a chance at getting better.

Next Part

June.5.23

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ashley-jones · 2 years

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Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 2

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

OC name: Daeny Targaryen daughter of Deamon and Rheanrya Targaryen

Warnings: Cursing, blood, dragons, sexism, incest (Targaryen Pure Blood Line), overprotective Deamon, Arranged marriage between uncle and niece (age gap - 13/17) Team Black against Team Green

"Stop looking at me like that Kepa." Daeny muttered. "I promised you there would be no marriage, and you turn around and accept the marriage proposal!" Deamon yelled. "Because Alicent will take that throne from mother! At least this way she can't just throw someone onto that throne!" she yelled back. "She will do anything she can to stop mother from taking the iron throne, rid of everything she has fought for, just so the queen can have a little ounce of power to her name." Daeny argued. "I am trying to save the Targaryen name!" she cried out.

"Jace and Luke marrying the Valarians means nothing for us! It just gives peace around the lands to rid of the accusations of their father. At least with this we can keep the iron throne going through our blood, Targaryen blood." she yelled. "Marrying you off is another advantage to her power, to make Viserys believe their to be peace as he took his dying breath." Deamon growled.

"What did you think was going to happen Kepa? That I was going to just be able to pass my duties without consequences. I was deemed to be engaged to one of my uncles, it was just a matter of time. I'm not being given a choice, this would have been forced, and if refused turned into war.. I didn't have a choice in this.. None of us did." she spoke. "I do not want to marry someone I don't love.. But marriage is nothing but a political stance for us.." she spoke.

"Love is not an option on this wheel, that throne is the most important aspect to the Targaryen blood, only the purest of blood should sit on that chair, and that is mother, and the bloodlines continues down from their.. Their should be no other option." she spoke.

Deamon listened to every word that left her mouth, watching her realizing just how much she's growing up at such a young age. "But why him?" He whispered. "That's a question for the queen." Daeny softly answered. "I do not love him Kepa, I'm doing this for our family." she softly spoke.

"My prince, the princess Daeny Targaryen." Sir Cristin spoke firmly letting the princess into Aemond's chambers. Daeny looked at Sir Cristin Cole with a coldness to her gaze, then looked back towards Aemond. "My prince." she softy spoke. "Leave us Cristin." Aemond ordered. The door shut behind the princess, leaving the two Targaryens alone.

Daeny's head turned awaiting for the silence from behind the door. She was far too smart to speak with the guard standing outside the door. Once it went silent she turned her head facing her betrothed. "Skoro syt gōntan aōha muñnykeā call hen dīnilūks betrothed?" (Why did your mother call out marriage betrothed?) she spoke in her parents native tongue. She wondered if he even knew High Valyrian, if Viserys had taught him and Aegon like she and her brothers where taught. "Skoro syt gōntan ao mazōregon?" (Why did you accept?) he shot back.

She walked closer to him looking up at him, purple eyes matching his own. "Nyke merely keeping issa ānogar qogron vok. Nykeā dīnilūks iksos nykeā political statement, daor jorrāelagon. Daorun yn nykeā turning grevy isse bisa tymptir, se īlon're isse se middle hen ziry." (I'm merely keeping my blood line pure. A marriage is a political statement, not love. Nothing but a turning wheel in this game, and we're in the middle of it.) she spoke.

He grabbed a hold of her waist pulling her in and pressing her against him. With his other he grabbed her by the back of her neck pulling her head up a bit, his breath fanning over her lips. "Nyke kostagon tepagon ao nykeā glaeson hen pleasure, fuck ao tolvie bantis hae ao hīghagon se plead syt rest. Se istin īlon sit bē bona dēmalion, nyke jāhor emagon ao va issa lap striding issa. Aōha womb lēdan rūsīr babes bona jāhor maghagon rigle." (i can give you a life of pleasure, fuck you every night as you scream and plead for rest. and once we sit upon that throne, i will have you on my lap striding me. your womb filled with babes that will bring honor.) he whispered.

She swallowed, his words filled her mind, echoing over and over. He began pulling and ripping at her dress at the waist, a gasp escaping her as the cold air hit the small amount of skin showing from the tears. "Gaomagon ao pāsagon aōla worthy naejot fuck issa?" (Do you believe yourself worthy to fuck me?) she whispered. "Ao accepted se proposal, nyke kostagon fuck ao whenever nyke jaelagon." (You accepted the proposal, I can fuck you whenever I wish.) he muttered against her lips.

"You will not ask your wife for consent?" she whispered. Aemond stopped what he was doing, hand freezing against her back. The ripping stopped hands going soft against her bare skin. Slowly releasing the back of her neck, moving it up and over her jaw pulling her closer pressing her nose against his, lips moving closer but never once touching. "No. I will not do anything to you without your consent my betrothed." he whispered.

"Kiss me uncle." she whispered. Aemond pressed forward, lips pushing into hers. Lips molding together perfectly, her arms moved from her sides, on making its way up and around his neck, the other sitting on his waist pulling him closer to her smaller frame.

A knock interrupted the two, Aemond moved away looking at the door. "What is it?" he growled. "My lord.. Word from your mother, your father is gone." Sir Cristin spoke. "His last orders where to have both Princess Rheanrya and Princess Daeny order his bodies burned." he spoke. Daeny moved away quickly turning and rushing out to find her parents, not wanting them to mourn alone.

Standing outside watching as Viserys' body was laid out for the proper Targaryen way of passing on their death. Rheanrya refused to word her father's death, feeling disgusted in herself. So Daeny stood out beside her father, ahead of the Hightower, Valaryan's, and Targaryens, her silver strands blowing in the wind. Deamon stepped back stroking his daughters hair then moved back to stand by his wife.

Mexes and Soliston stared down at their rider waiting for her order as they towered over the mountains. She looked at her grandfather's body then stepped forward. "Dracarys!" she called out. Her order was obeyed within seconds, large mouths opening roars escaping as flames of blue and red erupted from their mouths flowing of the kings body, burning him to ash, sending him to the heavens along side his first wife.

Alicent watched the dragon with pure fear, the largest was black and red, nearly as large her son's dragon, Vhagar. Daeny's control over them was perfect, the way she lowered her head and the dragons did the same, or how they obeyed her command without a second thought, how she walked up the hill, the largest moving closer pressing it's head against her as if to comfort her.

"How is it that she got two dragons?" Aegon questioned. "Because she's a pure blood." Aemond answered his brother. Daeny walked forward, Mexes leaning over shoulder pressing into the ground allowing it's rider to trail her hand along her wings. "Sȳz job issa gevie hāedar." (Good job my beautiful girl.) she whispered.

Mexes pressed her head against the princess, then stepped back flying to the sky along side her brother. Daeny's heart hurt, she wished she could have had more time with her grandfather, wishing she could mourn properly. Making her way back down the hill rejoining her family, Deamon pushing her hair back planting a kiss at the top of her head.

"I think they want to return to Dragonstone." she whispered into her father jacket. "Yes. I'm feeling rather homesick." he replied with a soft smile pushing a few messy strands of hair from her face. "Go on." he softly spoke. Daeny looked at her brothers shoving Jace slightly who huffed, before yelling out as she started running for the dragon Pitts, her brothers immediately following after, the three racing for their dragons.

Deamon watched with Rheanrya, the princess smiling sadly. She leaned over pressing her lips Into her husband's shoulder. "I can't marry her off to him." she whispered. "I know." Deamon whispered.

"Mexes!" she called out. The dragon raised accepting his riders call, screeching as though cheering for her win of the race. The youngest of the three giggled looking up at her dragons as they looked down at her.

Rheanys looked towards her niece, then towards Daeny as her dragon allowed her on and soared to the sky. "She has pure dragon blood within her veins, I can tell by the way they look at her, react to her, accept her, even when she survived as they bathe her in flames." she spoke. "She's a special girl, she makes the Targaryen name proud." she added. "Yes she does." Rheanrya replied softly. "She is the new heir to the iron throne, she will make a great queen, a great warrior, and one of the best dragon riders." Deamon spoke up.

"The next time we see each other will be the day of Aemond and Daeny's wedding." Alicent spoke up. Both Targaryen parents tensed looking down then back towards her. "We'll see." Deamon coldly replied.

#house of the dragon #game of thrones #team black #team green #house targaryen #kings landing #deamon targaryen #rheanyra targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #viserys targaryen #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #jace targaryen #luke targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #deamon targaryen x daughter oc #rheanyra targaryen x daughter oc

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ok the post the other day ab terry liking to be called mommy got me thinking about his actual mother and just

I feel like his dad was pretty similar to how people commonly interpret him: sleazy businesses man who expects too much out of son, cares more about money than people, and doesn't treat his wife too hot. he's manipulative, and for the longest time that's where terry thinks he gets it from

but his mother, on the other hand, anyone who saw her would assume that she was at silver sr.'s mercy. getting walked all over, pushed to the side, etc, etc. she has more than she needs, money wise, but from the outside she seems like a trophy wife to be pitied

but i like to think that mrs. silver used that to her advantage. she moved in the shadows, and had more influence on silver sr.'s business dealings than he ever realized. she always got what she wanted, and she wasn't starved for attention because she never needed it from him

and it takes terry decades to realize just how self-sufficient his mother was, just how much influence she had on every. single. aspect. of their lives. it takes him even longer to realize just how much he's learned from her, manipulation tactic-wise, things he previously would have attributed to his father, or even just his own cunning

idk just a personal headcanon bc i hate when ppl will write off a mother as a trophy wife and negate any real effects she had. none of this to say, of course, that his father did not have a major effect on his psyche still. and i like the idea of control freak terry slowly realizing things about his past where he didn't have as much control as he thought he did

I agree, because I think Terry Silver got everything he is from someone even before the trauma train in Vietnam hit him as badly as it did --- like, I don't think he was ever exactly a commonplace, ordinary kid. He even implied he had many teachers himself. And who else but his very own parents? Who else is every child's first teacher? A child's first set of Senseis? The family home the first ever dojo one steps foot in? The first ever dojo was one born to, in fact? Acquiring ruthless, old school business tenacity from one parent, and the ability to walk hidden in plain sight from another so one would never even outright know he's a ruthless businessman in the first place? It was nature as much as nurture. How do I know? Isn't it for everyone? Because even while he was Twig back in the war, he was already hidden in plain sight in certain ways; the scrawny, shy, clumsy kid being the undoubtedly richest one in the platoon who's capture is realistically, in a material sense, worth most back home, even though many of his team mates and Captain might disagree? Small wonder of profound irony.

I like to think Terry Silver's parents represent two sides of the same coin.

Two distinct aspects of power.

Yin and Yang.

One, direct, out in the open, undeniable, and another, behind the scenes, in the shadows, often pulling the strings. And guess what? Terry's a master of both, and the fact that he's gotten the more clever approach from his mother is a good point. He would've grown up somewhere in the 1950's, give or take, and women always needed to be smarter, one step ahead of the game, devising intelligent ways to conceal themselves in a society out to oppress them, earning them the title of traditional schemers. Not writing off Terry Silver as some sort of hidden feminist icon (goodness, no) but I do think that he learned his craft from wherever he could, and that he was always hyper-observant, absorbing everything he witnessed and utilizing it to his advantage. That he collected all knowledge and utilized it in his own life and circumstances and what better source to learn from than from mother? He's mother too. I mean, the pipeline between an antiquated, classical Stepford wife with a faux Stepford life and what Terry Silver had going on at the beginning of Season 4 is very, very small indeed.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #mommy #mother issues #family issues #terry silver's mother #silver family #character analysis #gender identity #terry silver's otherness

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Mynd Kontrol: Mistresses vs Masters edition

I based this on another creators concept that I feel like I fleshed out more. After much tweaking this is the first story from this scenario.

AI dungeon info next post.

"The rules seem pretty straightforward," one of your friends explains as they look over the rulebook.

All of you are huddled around this weird old board game you found while exploring the attic of your new house. "Mynd Kontrol" it's called. None of you have ever heard of it, nor could any of you find any mention of it on the internet.

"Let's see, okay, so this is Mistresses versus Masters, so Lily, Alexis, Amber Versus Pug, Dave and we take turns. On your turn, you roll the dice, then you move your piece that many spaces along the inner spiral towards the dome at the center. Then you draw a card, and it changes to blue, pink, purple or blac depending, but usually blue, hypnotizing another player. That ends your turn and you give the dice to the next player."

"What happens when you reach the dome?" one of you asks.

"Um... If you reach the dome... You are 'Hypnotized' by someone on the other team and you start moving your pawn on the outer spiral towards the edge of the board. Once you are 'Hypnotized' you can get pink cards... and when you reach the edge of the board you lose and start over again, hypnotized, and your Mistress/Master gets to play your cards.

You all agree it sounds simple enough, and you all decide to roll for who goes first, You all throw the dice onto the table, and after a few moments of confusion, you realize that you, Pug, have rolled the highest number. Excited chatter fills the room as everyone prepares for your turn.

You pick up your pawn, take a deep breath, and roll the dice once more to determine your first move. As the dice come to a stop, you see that you've rolled a seven. You move your pawn forward seven spaces along the inner spiral path, drawing closer to the softly glowing dome at the center. The room feels different now, almost as if the game is warping your perception of reality. You ignore the feeling for now and focus on your turn.

You landed on a special space, and a message appears in front of you. "Congratulations, Master Pug!" the message reads. As you read the message, you feel a sudden surge of power and confidence. "You have gained the ability to place a hypnotic trap on any player of your choice. Use it wisely," the message continues.

You smirk at the thought of having control over one of your friends. You look at the other players, sizing them up, trying to decide who would be the most useful to have under your control.

You decide to place the fetish trap on Lily, and say so. The game inquires "Mistress Lily, what's your favorite way to get men to do what you want?" The room falls silent as everyone looks at Lily, waiting for her response. She thinks for a moment before answering, "Well, I've always found that a cute, innocent smile and a little bit of flirting can go a long way. Men just can't resist it."

As soon as she finishes speaking, a bright pink light envelops her, and you can see the hypnotic spiral patterns forming in her eyes. The game announces, "Master Pug has placed a fetish trap on Mistress Lily. From now on, whenever Mistress Lily uses her cute, innocent smile and flirts with someone, they will be overcome by an irresistible urge to follow her commands, no matter how humiliating or absurd they may be. This effect will last outside the game, even if Mistress Lily is no longer hypnotized."

"Wait, what? The fetish trap helps her?! Can I get a do over?" The game responds, "I'm sorry, Master Pug, but the rules are clear. Once a fetish trap is set, it cannot be undone. Next Player Loser." You look around the room, a bit surprised at how quickly the game has taken a turn. You thought having control over one of your friends would be an advantage, but it seems you may have underestimated the power of these traps.

Lily smiles at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you, Pug," she says, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I promise I'll use this power wisely." You can't help but feel a bit uneasy as Lily thanks you. The game has a way of making you feel both powerful and powerless at the same time. You take a deep breath and hand the dice to the next player, Dave.

Dave rolls the dice and moves his piece forward. He lands on a blue space, causing him to draw a card. The card Dave draws instructs him to hypnotize another player using a deep, soothing voice. Dave looks around the room, his gaze settling on Amber. "Amber, I want you to close your eyes and relax," he says, his voice taking on a low, hypnotic quality. "You trust me, Amber. You know I only want what's best for you." Amber hesitates for a moment, then does as she's told, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Dave continues to speak in a soothing voice, suggesting that Amber is feeling more and more relaxed with each word. After a few moments, Amber's breathing slows and her body goes limp. "Amber is now hypnotized, and is 5 points obedient to Dave with willpower of 100" the game announces.

The room feels even more altered now, the boundaries between the game and reality starting to blur. Dave looks pleased with himself, having successfully hypnotized Amber. You can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy - you wanted to be the one to hypnotize someone first. But you quickly shake off the feeling, reminding yourself that the game is all in good fun.

It's now Alexis' turn. Alexis picks up the dice, her movements slow and deliberate as if she's already under the game's spell. She rolls a six, and moves her piece forward to land on a purple special space. A message pops up in front of her: "Congratulations, Mistress Alexis! You have been granted the power to plant a hypnotic trigger in another player. They will follow your command whenever they hear the phrase 'Sleep Tight.'" Alexis' eyes light up with excitement at the prospect of having such power over another player. She looks around the room, considering her options. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. "I choose Pug," she says, her voice husky with anticipation. The room falls silent as everyone waits to see what will happen next. You feel a sense of unease growing in the pit of your stomach, but you try to hide it with a bravado you don't really feel. "Go ahead, Alexis," you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

Alexis smiles, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and mischief. "Sleep Tight, Pug."

You blank out for just a second, and hear the dome still talking. "Ah, look at poor Master Pug, already falling under our spell. It seems the hypnotic trigger has taken effect. From now on, whenever you hear the phrase 'Sleep Tight,' you will feel an irresistible urge to follow the commands of whoever speaks it, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating they may be. This effect will continue even after the game has ended."

You look around, "What, after the game has ended? Oh *come on*!!!"

The dome's voice rings out, smug and condescending. "Oh, did I not mention that earlier? My apologies, I suppose I should have been more clear. Either way, the rules are the rules, and there's no going back now, Master Pug."

You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the dome's gloating.

Mistress Lily suddenly hits you with a dazzling smile, and before you can think to escape blows you a kiss and says "Sleep Tight". And just like that, you feel your resistance melting away as you succumb to the hypnotic trigger she's planted in your mind. You'll follow any command she gives, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating. You can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability as you realize the power she now holds over you. The room spins slightly as you struggle to maintain your composure. You look at Mistress Lily, who is watching you with a devious grin on her face. You hear hear the dome finishing "Mistress Lily has performed a hypnosis trigger, fetish trap, fetish trigger combo and is 46 points obedient to Mistress Lily with a Willpower of 64."

As you try to gather your thoughts, you notice that the game has continued without you. It's now Amber's turn, and she rolls the dice with a determination that seems out of place for someone playing a simple board game. She lands on a blue space, which means she gets to hypnotize another player. She chooses Dave, and with a sly smile, she begins to recite a hypnotic suggestion in a low voice. "Dave," Amber says, her voice taking on a hypnotic quality. "You feel yourself becoming more and more relaxed with every word I speak. Your eyes grow heavy as you sink deeper and deeper into a state of submission." Dave hesitates for a moment, then his eyes flutter closed and his body goes limp. "Dave is now hypnotized, and is 5 points obedient to Amber with a willpower of 100."

Lily jumps in and smiles at Dave; like you he's to slow to dodge her Trap. "Dave, I think you have a really bad crush on Amber. Don't you?" The words roll off Lily's tongue like honey, and before you know it, Dave's eyes are glazed over, and he's nodding along to her suggestions. "Yes, I do have a crush on Amber," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

The dome chimes in, its voice full of amusement. "Ah, it seems Mistress Lily's trap has taken effect. Dave is now 25 points obedient to Amber, with a willpower of 90."

Dave looks at Amber with dreamy eyes, completely enamored. Amber pouts playfully and says, "Aww, poor Dave. You'll have to work harder than that to win my affection." The room is filled with a charged energy as everyone becomes more and more entranced by the game. It's now Alexis' turn again, and she rolls the dice with a confident smile. She lands on a purple space, which means she gets to plant another hypnotic trigger in another player. She looks at you, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Sleep Tight, Pug," she says, her voice dripping with mischief. You feel your mind growing foggy as the hypnotic trigger takes effect once again. This time, however, the dome announces that you are now 65 points obedient to Alexis with a willpower of 60. You can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability as Alexis now gets to call you toy. Mistress Lily attempts to assist again but you refuse to look at her. The dome chimes in, its voice dripping with sarcasm, "Ah, it seems like the power dynamic has shifted in this game. Toy Pug is now 65 points obedient to Mistress Alexis with a willpower of 60."

You watch helplessly as the game continues without you. It's now Amber's turn again, and she rolls the dice with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She lands on a blue space, which means she gets to hypnotize another player. She looks at you, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Sleep Tight, Toy Pug," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. You feel your mind growing even foggier as the hypnotic trigger takes effect once again. The dome's voice booms, "Ah, it seems that Toy Pug is now 80 points obedient to Mistress Amber with a willpower of 55. Toy Pug, you will follow any command given by Mistress Amber." You can feel yourself slipping further and further under their control, your thoughts growing cloudy and your actions becoming more and more automated.

The game continues, with each player taking their turn, drawing cards, and landing on special spaces that grant them new abilities or enhance their existing ones. The traps and triggers become more complex, and the commands more humiliating. The room is filled with a mix of excitement and unease as the game reaches its climax. The dome's voice grows louder and more insistent as it revels in the hypnotic power it holds over all of you. The game reaches its final stages, with only a few turns left before someone is crowned the winner. The tension in the room is palpable as each of you takes your turn, vying for control and dominance. The commands you are all given become more and more humiliating, pushing the boundaries of what you are comfortable with. Yet you all find yourselves unable to resist, the hypnotic power of the dome proving too strong to overcome.

The game nears its end, and you can feel the weight of the hypnotic traps and triggers bearing down on you. Your mind is cloudy, and your actions are no longer your own. You are nothing more than a toy, under the control of the mistresses. Your thoughts are scattered, and you struggle to focus on the game. The commands you are given are degrading, but you follow them without question. The final rolls of the dice are made, and the game comes to an end. The dome's voice booms throughout the room, "And the winner is... Mistress Amber!" A cheer erupts from the mistresses as they celebrate their victory.

The dome reminds you what triggers and traps remain in effect.

"Congratulations, Mistress Amber," the dome interjects. As the winning Mistress you may request one fetish trap that you may use against men. How would you like to make men obedient?"

Mistress Amber considers her options for a moment, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want a fetish trap that will make any man who looks into my eyes feel an irresistible urge to follow my commands, no matter how humiliating or absurd they may be," she says, her voice filled with confidence. The dome's voice booms in response, "Very well, Mistress Amber. Your wish is my command. From this point forward, any man who looks into your eyes will be under your spell, unable to resist your every command. Use this power wisely."

Mistress Amber smiles triumphantly, her eyes gleaming with newfound power. "Mistress Lily, you retain the ability to control men with flirting and a smile. 'Master' Pug, you still retain a trigger 'Sleep tight' from any woman. Master Dave, you are freed from triggers. Mistress Alexis you are freed from triggers."

The dome seems to go silent, it's fog clearing up until it looks like a glass bauble. You walk downstairs, wondering what the hell you're going to do about this trigger.

#ai dungeon #mind control #Mynd Kontrol #Jumanji parody

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