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Rizz you up (Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader)
Summary: at a party sitting with the Young Avengers, America bets that Kate doesn’t have rizz. And the archer wants to prove her wrong.
A funny fic that’s also really cute lol
“I guarantee you don’t have any rizz. Girl, when was the last time you had a girlfriend?” America asked, taking a sip of her Fanta. They were all sitting at one of the couches in the Avengers Compound. Tony decided to host a party to celebrate the formation of the new team. They were the center of attention.
“I do too ‘have rizz’ which, by the way is really cringey, Chavez.” Kate replied.
“No because she’s right. You get no play whatsoever.” Kamala butted in. The raven haired girl rolled her eyes, “Shut up, Kamala! I can get play. I can smooth talk my way into any girls’ pants.”
“Then prove it,” America said as she leaned back on the couch, a smug smile adorning her face. “Fine.” Kate rolled her eyes and then searched the room. Her eyes landed on you. Your short red dress and hair flowing over your left shoulder.
She couldn’t keep her eyes off you as she walked up to you, straightening her suit. You were just leaning against the bar, sipping a virgin margarita. She couldn’t help but admire the way the dress shaped your ass.
Kate licked her lips before clearing her throat behind you. You turned to see the archer. She looked very attractive in her black suit. “Kate Bishop. What an honor to meet you.” You gushed as you held out your hand. She shook it with a smile.
“Thank you. Can I ask what a pretty thing like you is doing at a bar all by herself?” Your cheeks were a light shade of pink when the words came out of her mouth. “Well, I somehow got invited to an Avengers party and now I’m here. I don’t have anyone to go with so I just went by myself. I don’t even know why I did.” You explained.
“Well then, I’m glad I found you.” She said before sitting in the stool next to you. You sat down as well. “Say, what’s your name, pretty girl?”
“Y/n.”
“What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.” Her voice was lower as her eyes raked over your body making you shiver. Her hand went on your bare thigh right below the hem of your dress.
“How about we go on a date sometime, huh?” She asked.
“I’d love to go on a date with you, Kate Bishop.” You responded. The two of you exchanged numbers and before she left to go back to her team, she grabbed your hand and brought it to her lips, the action making you blush even more.
After you said goodbye since it was getting late, she decided last minute to walk you out to make sure you were safe. She draped your white furry coat over your shoulders before walking you out to your car.
After you drove away, she walked back inside to her team and sat down on the couch with a smug look on her face. “I clearly have rizz, so your welcome. And thank you for getting me a hot woman to take out.” She said while the rest of the Young Avengers’ jaws hung open.
#kate bishop#kate bishop x female reader#kate bishop x reader#kate bishop x you#funny#cute#fluff#fluffy fanfic#gen z humor#tiktok humor#au where everyone is alive#post endgame au
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Moly Holy, is that an update I see????
Tony's feet slipped twice before he could gain purchase against the floor and scramble away from the carnage that had been his North facing view. He slapped at his chest as another shower of electricity and glass burst through the room; feeling relief temper his panic as the cool sensation of armor rapidly flowed over his limbs.
“Pepper!”
She, of course, had launched out of bed as fast as a barely awake woman, in an ongoing relationship with a disaster magnet, could be capable. She screamed as more debris blasted through the room and took out half the ceiling. Spinning in place, Tony caught a huge chunk of concrete and wood – legs braced. At his back, Pepper scrambled through the door while shouting at him.
“FRIDAY, Code 49!”
“On it, Boss”
Though the suit was more than up to the task of holding three times the weight bearing down on him, the shifting load made keeping it all under control far more complicated. Made impossible when yet another blast of electricity turned everything white and promptly set the bed on fire.
“Shit, shit, shiiiit!” The tilting of the ceiling hit criticality and Tony was dropped to his knees, straining, as the floor beneath him began to crack.
“Tony!”
“SHIIIIIIIT-!”
The tilt stopped.
Slowly, the weight decreasing, it began to right itself.
Tony spun his gaze left to right – hovering out from beneath the load the second it was free and raising his gauntlets. He expected to spot an annoyance in a red cloak or, possibly, Wanda; but there was no sign of either magic wielder. However, there was no time to solve the mystery as pain suddenly slammed into his back, with a metal CLANG, and knocked him down to the pavement far below. His HUD displayed the damage as well as the cause – following the path of the huge axe as it returned to its owner.
He groaned – sliding his palms across the asphalt to push himself to his knees. Not far off were sirens as emergency services raced to respond. Somewhere, at his back, screams and frightened voices became audible as tenants from nearby buildings ran towards cover.
Tony shoved himself back towards the sky.
“Okay, time to-OOF!”
Barely ten feet up and a white bolt hammered him back to earth and sent him skidding across the plaza and through an unfortunate Buick. It hurt even to swear so he settled for trying to breathe without shifting what felt like a chest full of glass. And he was so proud of avoiding a hospital this month.
And that was when something that looked like a city bus started a downward arc towards his face.
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Open Starter || Natasha Romanoff
( mutuals preferred, open to any mcu or crossover character that could have a connection)
She had no idea who she was, not really. It was a hilarious almost Anastasia level story, but the woman had no recollection. No one even seemed to put two and two together, either. They decided to name her Ana, continuing the Anastasia puns with her as she was obviously Russian with the accent. The redhead quickly worked her way through the ranks and was dancing the lead in the ballet Romeo and Juliet, and a shoo-in for Clara come Christmas. Ana had no idea who was in the crowd and knew who she truly was, not even when they approached her backstage. “Do you.. want me to sign something? Or take a picture?” Her accent was heavy as she studied the other in confusion, not remembering them either.
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I’m getting an interesting plot bunny….
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Your A-Team, Your Endgame
by silverkiiwii | @tomlinsins with art by @harryanthus-annuus
“Did you have another fight with Harry?” Liam asks as they move away from everyone, into the kitchen.
“No. Why?” Louis says, perplexed.
“He looks ready to murder you.” Liam subtly looks over towards Harry and sure enough, his gaze on Louis is intensely unwavering.
“Or well, fuck you senseless.” Zayn chimes in with the most absurd possibility before Louis can think of a reply.
“What? Shut up. He does not want to fuck me senseless.”
“Then you can fuck him senseless.”
“Nobody is fucking anybody senseless.” Even the mere notion is enough to make his eyes roll up into their bloody sockets.
“Doesn't mean you don't want to though.” Liam smirks like a true traitor. He really ought to make new friends.
“I'm leaving.” Louis deadpans. He is not going to dignify their idiocy with responses anymore.
Coming Soon as part of @onedirectionbigbang round 7!
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#hlcreators#hljournal#one direction big bang#hlficlibrary#1dficvillage#1dficlibrary#trackinghome#trackinghappily#my fics#next in fashion au#big bang#larry fanfiction#my writing#your a-team your endgame#we finally have a title and a teaser post yay!!!#teaser post#reality show au
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You know what I would kill for in s5 of stranger things???
Will and Mike having a really heartfelt conversation towards the end of the season (prob about the painting) and then Mike goes “You love me?” His voice is filled with wonder and love and he has a smile on his face. For some reason Will isn’t scared and he works up the courage to say “I didn’t say it.” Mike looks at Will as if he’s the most beautiful thing in the world and says “You didn’t have to.”
#will byers#stranger things#byler#mike wheeler#byler is canon#byler endgame#byler tumblr#stranger things 5#mike wheeler is gay#byler au#byler text posts#byler theory#byler target audience#byler thoughts#byler fanfic#byler fic#byler fluff#byler fandom
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[series now cross-posted to ao3! stay tuned for more! ]
Have been watching a lot FRIENDS lately bc its one of my and my gf's comfort shows and, of course, i cannot stop thinking about Stranger Things-ifying the hell out of it. the vision came to me SO CLEARLY
[PART 2]
Sitting around the coffee shop that is basically a second home to the gang.
Nancy sits on the chair across from Argyle, one leg tucked under her, legal pad balancing on the arm, a pen being held between her pointer and middle finger, tapping incessantly on the pad. The other hand tucked into a fist and holding up her chin.
Argyle sits with his legs draped over the arm of the oversized chair, flipping through the latest Steven King book, one arm perched behind his head.
Jonathan has the NYT crossword in his lap, Robin peering over his shoulder, making him nervous.
A normal Saturday afternoon routine for the group of twentysomethings. The rain from outside softly hits the windows nearby, complimenting the soft chatter and gentle clanking of dishes.
But Robin can only seem to focus on Nancy's damn tapping.
"Nance?"
"Hm?"
"I'm gonna need you to stop tapping. I'm trying to beat Jonathan's puzzle."
"Just take it," he hands the paper over to her, annoyed.
"No! It's more fun when it feels like I'm beating you."
Jonathan looks over at Nancy, who is staring blankly at the wooden support beam a few feet away.
"What's going on Nance?"
"Nothing." Her pitch high, grabbing the rest of the groups attention, so much so that they all inch closer to her chair.
"Sounds like a whole lotta nothing," Argyle pulls a nearby chair up next to hers flipping it around and resting his forearms on the back of it.
Robin sits on the ground next to her and Jonathan takes a seat on the coffee table right in front of her.
"Fine!" She takes a look over her shoulder, toward the front door. "I have a date."
"Why are we whispering?" Argyle asks, also whispering.
"Because you know who could walk in any second."
"Why are we whispering and speaking in codes?" Jonathan asks, still whispering.
And as an act of divine timing, the front door to the coffee shop opens, and they all turn their heads to see a slightly damp Eddie shake his hair out and shed his leather jacket in one fell swoop. His face fixed in the same frown that's plagued his face for the last two weeks.
"Hey," the group says in unison, not moving a muscle from where they're still crowded around Nancy.
"What did I say about that tone," Eddie whines, flopping himself down on the couch that previously held Jon and Robin.
"How're you doing?" Robin asks, shifting her body, still sitting on the floor, toward him.
"All of her stuff is gone which means that all of my stuff is gone."
No one says a thing. Not even when the sound of a ceramic coffee cup shatters somewhere in the distance.
"Eddie?"
"What?"
"I don't mean to sound insensitive dude, but shouldn't you be a little less depressed considering... " Argyle trails off.
"Considering what?"
"Considering you're the one that left her?" Robin finishes the thought that everyone is having.
"I didn't leave her." He scoffs.
"No, but when you tell your long-term girlfriend about recently discovering that you're gay, one might see that as you being the one to end that relationship."
"We've been over this." He balls up his jacket and shoves his face into the wet leather. The group share a look, Nancy gesturing to Eddie's state as if to say this is why I'm not talking about the date.
He chucks the balled up jacket at Jonathan, who kicks his feet out in surprise as he catches it with his chest. Eddie's hands are now on either side of his face.
"The love was there! I could've loved her if..."
"If she was someone else?"
He deflates, lets his arms slump down and his shoulders do the same.
"Eddie, my friend, my pal, listen up." Argyle moves seats for the third time, now squeezing himself into the space between Eddie and the arm rest on the couch, draping his arm over his shoulders.
"You have just entered a whole new world, my man. So, you're gay? We're in New York City, so is everyone! Welcome home! All that love you were ready to give to Michelle? You get to hold onto that and give it to someone else. Someone who makes your heart sing."
"But I knew her just as long as I knew you guys." He whines, again, gesturing to Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. "It was easy. It was safe. How am I ever gonna find romance with someone? Where we have an established - I don't know - thing! A connection! A history! How?"
Eddie stares at them like he expects them to answer, forcing the rest of the group to share glances, let the air settle with Eddie's words.
The front door flies open just as a roaring thunder booms overhead, making for a dramatic entrance.
Robin's the first one to swivel her head toward the ruckus, the only one who has a perfect view of the person who burst into the shop.
A man dressed in a tux, drenched, like, just hopped out of a swimming pool drenched. Fighting with his bow tie with one hand and running his other hand through the unforgettable head of hair that sends Robin right back to Hawkins, Indiana. Back to the summer before her senior year.
Huh?
Unable to move a muscle in her body, she watches him clumsily go up to the counter and ask for her and Nancy, by name. The sound of her name sends her up to her feet and pushes her toward the man. An air of chaos surrounds him, drawing an offense amount of curiosity out of Robin as she finds her words.
"Steve Harrington?"
He turns around, his face lights up, and he does the weirdest thing.
He hugs her.
She remains stiff as he pulls back from the hug, hands still on either side of her arms.
They were buddies that summer scooping ice cream at the mall. Nothing crazy, or maybe even that memorable, but they started the summer as acquaintances at best and left as friends.
But then he left for college and she stayed and they never spoke again. A few run-ins here and there. But nothing substantial.
"I knew I'd find you here, I remembered that the last time I was in the city I ran into you guys and you're here!" He sounds drunk, but also like he drank a vat of espresso.
Clearly, it was substantial enough for him to come looking for her. Dressed in a tux soaking wet?
"And you're here, overdressed." She says, taking him in, unable to unscrew the confused look from her face.
Is that a boutonnières?
Oh no. Oh fuck.
"Steve?" Jonathan and Nancy say in unison as Robin brings him over to the couch.
Robin thinks Eddie might have summoned the ghost of hopeless high school crushes past, the way Eddie looks like he's just seen a ghost.
#FRIENDS au#sorry for the typos!#did like no editing. seriously just typed and posted.#i tweaked the characters a bit so it wouldn't be an obvious 1-1 AU but Steve is obvs Rachel and Eddie is obvs Ross#idk if this will become anything more but!!! maybe???#this was just supposed to be a writing sprint#i swear i meant to only write vibes#it somehow turned into this????#sen writes#stranger things fic#my fic#steddie ficlet#ronance as chandler and monica slow burn endgame also bounces around my brain as i finish these tags#argyle is clearly phoebe To Me
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Good news : I drew something, bad news : I made the boys cry
Simon cried himself to sleep and Roach couldn't do anything because he's dead. (Probably took place way before they met Soap btw, so he can't even count on him to comfort Simon for him)
#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#gary roach sanderson#ghostroach#accidental necromancer soap and ghost roach au#if anyone seeing this isn't familiar with the au i swear it has a happy ending (and ghostsoaproach is endgame)#(if anyone wants to check it out i have everything in my pinned post)
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i need hijack to be in my modern au so badly i need hiccup to meet jack when he goes to university & have a crush on the cute boy with white hair in his philosophy 101 class so fucking badly they get paired for a project & hiccup is a fucking wreck i need it badly do u understand me do u see the vision
#little does he know jack is also a wreck#so conflicted abt hiccstrid being endgame#bc i want to explore other ships#esp bc i have not done anything for hijack since i was.......#15-16 yrs old#& was gross cringe abt it#they deserve the mega brain i have now#I BARELY DO ANYTHING WITH HICCSTRID THO#WAIT#hijack & heathstrid#...... yes#post heathlegs breakup#heather rebounds with astrid#yes#i've figured it out#httyd modern au#I STILL NEED TO NAME MY MODERN AU#rose rambles#hijack#hiccup haddock#jack frost#rotbtd#rotg#httyd#gifs#dragons off the coast au
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Hey pssst hey. Have you ever considered: Montada?
I hate it, and it nearly killed my hyperfixation
But I understand my opinion on this may affect others, and many may be hurting from this episode soooooooooo
Art requests open
#nevermore webtoon#i debated on posting this response when you sent it because 1) spoilers but 2) i swear i neededa fucking warning for this shit#“jessie and james vibes” my ass#monty has been giving off major r@pist vibes since his introduction#and while this makes sense as a good angsty plot point for ada. i dint think it should be endgame for a plethora of reasons#the past month ive known about this ive been waiting for the community divide that will probably occur ocer this#and i dont want people to fight#nevermore has been there for me for well over a year. helping me through the days since 11th grade. when i was 16. and im graduated now. 18#the community has been an absolute blast. even if im not as active on maincord anymore. with life getting busy and just too much to backrea#and im scared of losing that#but hey i got some art coming up in the next few days and I'm about to go to a wedding and you bet your ass im bringing my sketchbook#pls give me requests ive been in idea art block#and i dont think you guys want me making a bunch or horror movie aus cause that may end up in me drawing slight gore eventually#sorry to the other patrons for lying how i felt about this ship#i did truly feel neutral when i first saw it but now it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth#it makes me feel sick#a good part of my feelings towards it is due to how it got talked about in the Patreon streams and how uncomfortable it made me and others
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“Look Marco, let’s talk later,” he said. “I see my little brother.”
“He’s here?” The man blinked, his blonde hair lazily flopping on his forehead, his hand tucked in a pocket.
“Yup, right over there.” He pointed to a figure in the distance. He waved his arm in the air. “Oi Luffy!”
“I don’t think he’ll hear you,” said Marco.
Ace laughed, when he saw Luffy jumping in the air. “You underestimate Luffy!”
Marco’s mouth fell open as Luffy screamed, “ACCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“That should be illegal,” said Marco.
“It’s only mildly embarrassing,” Ace mused. “Well, see you later.”
“Sure.” They bumped fists.
Ace jumped down three flights of stairs, a hand on his hat, his bag swinging on his arm, dangerously coming close to several heads.
Some would call this a reunion. Ace never liked to put labels on these things. He never saw things in terms of leaving and coming.
Ace caught Luffy first, wrapping an arm around his neck, and ruffling his hair. “Hey little buddy! What are you doing here?”
Luffy whined and pulled a face. “I’m not here for me!”
“I figured that much, so who are you with…”
“Me.”
He hadn’t registered you, too occupied by the one person his whole world existed for. But when you spoke, he realised Luffy wasn’t alone.
“You,” said Ace, taking note of you for the first time, addressing you as though had no name.
“Hi,” you said, ignoring his directness.
He stared at you, slowly forgetting his arm hold on Luffy, allowing him to wriggle free. From Robin, who Ace was vaguely aware of in his periphery, Luffy retrieved his straw hat, jamming it back on his head.
“Hi,” he replied, just a little breathlessly, and more than a little captivated.
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Flashback scene of the 'beginning' from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)
#one piece#one piece fanfiction#portgas d ace x reader#modern au#lacrosse au#ao3#ao3 fanfic#what should i even post on tumblr about#portgas d ace#x reader#marco the phoenix#eustass kid x reader endgame
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Anyone wanna listen abt my cowboy heathers au?? No? Okay then, I’ll talk abt it anyways
Heather Duke is in a gang-ish cowboy thing with the other Heathers. They scam people, rob banks and just generally do whatever the please as long as they get money out of it, but as Chandler always seems to find a way to get a bigger percentage of the gains than her and McNamara, this makes Duke grow bitter, so much so that she tries to get ahead and ends up stealing some money from Chandler (and by some I mean a LOT). Chandler finds out and obviously isn’t very happy about it, so now Duke’s on the run, trying to get as far away from them as possible, knowing that if McNamara, Chandler or any of their other goons catch her she’ll be a dead woman.
After days and nights of travelling through the country, Duke goes to a farm and pays the owners so they’ll let her stay for a few nights, rest and hopefully help the Heathers lose track of her, but that doesn’t work very well. Duke hears news that her former mates are on the town and packs her things to leave as soon as possible, but just as she’s about to go she finds a woman hidden in the farm. She doesn’t seem to know how to speak english and is clearly wary about Duke and her intentions, though she doesn’t seem to be much of a talker (especially in a language she doesn’t understand) she manages to tell Duke her name; Veronica.
The owners of the farm find the girls trying to interact and kick Duke out. She pretends to leave but comes back in the middle of the night to find the girl again, she finds out that the owners of the farm are basically forcing Veronica to work for them as payment for protection as she’s being chased by the mafia from her home country. Apparently Heather isn’t the only one who thinks she’s too good to resist the challenge of stealing from people she shouldn’t.
Duke breaks in the farm to free the girl and they get into a huge fight with the farmers. After a lot of bang-bang, she and Veronica manage to knock out one of the men, hop on Duke’s horse and run away.
The rest of the story follows them running away from both Heather and Veronica’s demons while at the same time learning how to speak and relate to each other. Heather eventually buys a dictionary to help her understand Veronica, and both get slowly better at communicating. With time what was one impulsive act coming out of some sort of white-knight complex of Duke’s becomes a genuine partnership, if not something more.
Veronica doesn’t plan on staying, though. Heather wants a peaceful life, she wants everything to settle down so she can finally get some rest, the only thing she ever wanted. Veronica on the other hand, lives for the thrill. She likes the adrenaline rush of stealing, having to run away, the feeling of having to free herself from the problems she had purposefully ran into.
She doesn’t want to stay forever. She won’t stay forever. But as long as Duke has a reason to run, Veronica will be running by her side.
After a especially violent encounter with the Heathers, Duke finds herself cornered by McNamara, who has a gun in her hand and is a movement away from blowing her former best friend’s brains out. Duke accepts her fate, she asks Mac for forgivness, says she regrets messing everything up and that she wishes it could have been different.
Duke closes her eyes. McNamara’s finger tightens around the trigger, but nothing happens. She can’t pull the trigger. She can’t do that. Not to Duke. Not to the only person she’s ever cherished and trusted as much a Heather Chandler. She lets her go.
After a long while without seeing the Heathers, they eventually come back. Chandler asks Duke to join them back. She says McNamara has made her see things through another angle and she’s willing to forgive her past mistakes and foolishness. Duke wants to go. She really does, but that’s when she remembers Veronica. She can’t leave Veronica all by herself when she’s being chased by half of the world. She refuses to come back. She says that’s the first time she’s ever had something she feels it’s worth caring for. She has a purpose when she’s with Veronica, she has someone to care for. Chandler stares at her coldly and leaves without another word. McNamara follows. She doesn’t seem to be just mindlessly going after Heather this time.
Veronica asks Duke why she didn’t come back with them. She had been offered forgiveness, she should have been ecstatically following Chandler back home like a puppy. Heather says that she couldn’t go because she’d never forgive herself for leaving. She knows that it wouldn’t be far to leave her friend behind. Veronica wouldn’t abandon her either.
Except that she would.
Everything Veronica ever wanted was a life like the one the Heathers lived. Free of rules, of judgement, just doing as she pleases. Running, but with a purpose, with people who share a similar goal. With a place to stay, cozy houses, people to sit and have dinner with, all of that without needing to ever give up the thrill she so desperately longed for. Veronica would have left anything, anyone for that.
Duke was stupid.
#heathers#heathers au#au#alternative universe#heather duke#veronica sawyer#heather chandler#heather mcnamara#heathers veronica#heathers musical#heathers the musical#heathers 1989#heathers movie#heathers 1988#poly heathers#poly heathers + veronica#this would be endgame in this au tbh#dukesaw#is the main ship tho#text post#writing plot#fanfic plot#fanfic plotting#musical#writing#writing ideas#writers on tumblr#long post#Cowboy Heathers AU#cowboy heathers au
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Open Starter || Natasha Romanoff *mutuals preferred*
It was odd, her wanting to think on the rooftop of a building after everything. But something about being up here made it easier for her to start sorting through her thoughts, something that had been impossible since she woke up in that hospital bed three months ago. What the redhead wasn’t counting on was the sound of footsteps behind her. “So are you coming to try to talk or try to push me off the roof?” Natasha didn’t bother turning around, she didn’t care. It would be one or the other and she still wasn’t in fighting shape still. Thanos had taken everything from her and she had no idea how to take any of it back.
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I watched the new Precure All Stars F and it unironically slaps (and I have the insert song on such an unhealthy loop that I know it will show up in my Spotify Wrapped) so more Hermitgals Precure brainstorming ^_^
I feel like I mentioned this before but False is now rich. She isn't just the "cool responsible student council leader blue archer" trope, she's now also from a rich family. ("But this is just like Spopera-" "Yeah shhh I like that premise and it's convenient ^_^") Like, she lives in a mansion but she hides her upbringing so people don't think she's snobby.
The main reason why the plot needs a character with money is because of the dire housing situation. Three fairies with human forms. A redeemed villain. Where is everyone gonna live? Obviously, ojou-san False solves this with a snap of her fingers.
Cleo in my mind is also like... recovering from Joe's minor character death. So after their defeat and their transformation tool breaking, they move out and go to a new town for a fresh start. (Cleo is kind of based on Mami from Madoka Magica) And she lived in like a small apartment until she met the gang and False was like "yeah house time".
I think Cleo, Gem, Pearl, Iskall, and Ren end up living together? In a big house? Like the Nutts House in Yes 5? It becomes the base of their operations. Actually it'll be kinda funny if the big hermit house is in like the Symmetry mansion's backyard. A bunch of people leaving the Symmetry mansion to go to school every day. Rip Stress for living with her family in the arts and crafts store they own.
Speaking of human Ren, I want him to work in the school cafeteria like Syrup from Yes 5. He's the king of the Hermit Kingdom and wants to mingle with the "peasants" to widen his horizons or something. False gets him a job because she's the student council president and nepotism. Waiter Ren is like "everyone can get in line for me :D XD" and everyone is like "omggggggg he's so hot 😍". False excuses all the weird things Ren does by saying he's her penpal from a foreign country.
Gem and Pearl both deal heavily with the burden of being the Chosen One. Gem is a fairy who was granted a human / cure form because of the wishes of the Hermit Kingdom and she knows she's carrying the hopes and dreams of her entire kingdom. Meanwhile, Pearl was brainwashed by the evil Corporation to do their bidding because her inherent creativity and talent was so powerful that it was a threat. So Pearl knows she has the power to topple the Corporation. And it becomes a very real point of solidarity between the newcomers Gem and Pearl because the other three cures are normie humans. They're also like, non-humans, so they struggle to adapt to the human world together and go to school together. But they don't want to bother their other friends so they try to deal with it together 🥺🥺🥺
Gem is under so much pressure!! She's like the OP mid season addition to the team! Gem knows she has to Geminislay but what if she isn't as strong as everyone hoped? What if she lets everyone down? What if it was a mistake for the kingdom to trust her??
I want Cleo and False to be the healer type characters :D because they're usually characterised as the mean, assertive, blunt people? But in this AU it makes sense for them to also be healers. Cleo's powers are inherently connected to life and death (she kinda raised Joe from the dead or something like that), and after facing their failure from a year ago, Cleo is determined to protect her allies and is high on the defence.
Meanwhile, while False excels at ranged combat, she also... just wants everyone to get along. Cleo defends to protect, False fights to protect. Also since False is the careful one, it makes sense for her to watch over for everyone. Plus she's the one saving the fairies from being kidnapped. Probably number one cause of harm to Ren and simultaneously Ren's number one saviour.
This is also to contrast against Stress who is absolutely NOT the healer type. Stress is brash, impulsive, loud, and rushes into combat with her bright pink fists. She smashes everything apart to prove her point. Stress is a monster. She's terrifying. And wears bright pink.
Thinking about evil Ren arc again. But the "evil" is from himself— his trauma of losing his father, his kingdom in ruins, and now his best friend Iskall is in a coma (yeah this happens). Ren has always tried his best to be optimistic because he's the only heir to the kingdom and he has to be strong for literally everyone, but he's also like the character trope who smiles to hide their pain. He's silly and goofy on purpose. But then when Iskall is out of commission, Ren loses it and starts spiralling (which is what usually happens when Ren loses one of his green people). His hair starts turning grey. Then his skin. And finally his eyes turn an unsettling green— the colour of the emeralds. Good King Ren has corrupted himself into Bad King Ren.
Ren also unleashes a beast form which is basically a big terrifying shadow wolf (kind of like the Wolf from the webtoon Four Leaf? It's a cute and colourful webtoon about magical girls based on the tale of the Red Riding Hood, it's ending soon so it's a great time to read it!). He's not evilised by the evil Corporation (unlike villain Pearl / possessed Stress) and he's still himself (unlike False's evil reflection). So they don't know how to to fight him / bring him back.
Gem, as a resident of the Hermit Kingdom, starts a "coup" against Bad Ren (like Soup Group-ish). She's like "I want the best for my kingdom, and unfortunately our king isn't in his right mind". The cures fight Ren and try to make him snap out of it.
Cleo knows what it feels like to lose a friend so she has a long conversation with Ren about grief and moving on
And False, the ruthless warrior False, decides not to fight. Because she remembers picking up a soggy sad pathetic Ren in the rain during their first meeting. Ren is still sad and pathetic to her. She can't bring herself to hurt him. It's as simple of that.
Everyone else: You're insane. You can't save him with the power of love.
False: Yeah but I don't wanna fight the shadow wolf. Like, this is Ren. And how much damage can Ren do? The guy who falls down when he tries to open a door? C'mon guys. It's alright. This is just an eldritch horror that we have never encountered and don't know how to purify. This is fine.
Shadow wolf Ren: 😡
False, stretching out a hand to pat shadow Ren: There, there. I'm not scared of you. You're just Ren. You're still Ren ^_^
Shadow wolf Ren: ...🥺?
(This is a metaphor about False embracing all sides of Ren, not just his silly charming likeable side, but his insecurities and grief and pain. Because while Ren puts on a strong face for everyone, False met him at his lowest point and he can't hide that from her.)
Once Ren is purified, he feels deeply guilty about hurting his friends (and not having done anything productive to heal Iskall) and everyone goes awwww it's fine Ren we love you still <3 (even if you're kind of useless and annoying)
Ren, sad and sniffling: I am STEPPING DOWN as heir and Lady Cleo can take the Tiny Crown of the Dog—
And they all shut him up before he does anything worse. Gem is like "yeah we wanted to defeat your evil form but we didn't want you to ABDICATE-"
#hermitgals#precure au#long post#the all stars song IS SO GOOOOD#ive listened to it the entire time i was writing this#also that all stars fight was SO FUCKING WELL CHOREOGRAPHED#everyone split off into attacks and teams... chefs kiss. this is my avengers endgame
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Hands are shoved into the pockets of the hoodie he purloined as the man tries not to attract too much attention in the crowd. Keeping to himself and making sure not to stick out had become a skill of his, as Tony had found himself being constantly dragged across space and time he had to learn how to adapt on the fly and blend in.
There's a deep exhale let out as he examines his next target, the radio tower he had to set up a transmitter on in order to help out a group of locals who desperately wanted information on the corrupt leadership in order to free their small district. Helping people in every place he landed in ended up being his M.O. It was like a trait that stuck to him no matter how much he tried to leave it behind, like an itch or an urge that came with being an Avenger or an ex-Avenger in his case considering he was technically dead.
It was then that he felt a presence nearby, a new one that was. Hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as breathing became short and quick as instincts waited to see if fight or flight would be needed, bouncing on the back of his heels ready to spring to action. The gauntlet on his right hand began to pulse with power, its arc reactor light hidden and waiting to be fired at any given notice.
"You have five seconds to reveal yourself before this gets ugly."
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A moment of appreciation for the cursed stranger things content I create when I feel like it
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#stranger things#will byers#mike wheeler#byler#byler endgame#byler is canon#byler tumblr#mike wheeler is gay#stranger things 5#byler au#byler nation#mike is gay#mike x will#will x mike#byler st5#byler s4#byler season 4#byler target audience#byler thoughts#byler text posts
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