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[sulkingheichou012]

Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 12

The ground trembled beneath an army gathered at the heart of humanity’s last stand. Hunters of every rank stood shoulder to shoulder, their weapons clenched tight in their grasp, faces grim but determined. Even the weakest among them stood their ground, refusing to abandon the front lines, because behind them was home—and family.

And at the forefront stood the Shadow Army. Ten thousand strong. Silent. Unflinching. Giants towered over mountains, the air thick with Tusk’s arcane incantations. Bellion, Igris and Beru knelt at Jinwoo’s side, their auras blazing in anticipation.

And standing just behind him was Y/N.

Her scythe rested over her shoulder, and at her feet was a massive, slumbering shadow—her dragon. Its pitch-black scales shimmered with deep violet veins, its breath rumbling like distant thunder.

She whispered to the dragon, “Be ready.”

The portal in the sky pulsed ominously, dark tendrils spilling out, distorting the air itself. And then— A tear ripped through the clouds.

He came.

Antares arrived like a black sun blotting out the heavens. Wings outspread, talons sharp enough to rend continents, his descent cracked the earth itself. His molten glowing red eyes swept the battlefield with disdain.

And then, they settled on Jinwoo.

“You’ve gathered quite the resistance,” Antares said, his deep voice like the grinding of mountains.

Jinwoo stood tall, unmoved. “They’re not here for me. They’re here to protect what matters.”

Antares chuckled. “Protect? When the end is inevitable?” He spread his claws wide, gesturing toward the swirling abyss above. “The Primordial Hunger stirs. Even if you kill me, you’ve already lost.”

Jinwoo tightened his grip on his blade. “I haven’t lost anything yet.”

Antares tilted his head, his gaze shifting—landing on Y/N.

She froze.

Her shadow dragon rose, snarling low at the Dragon Monarch. Antares’ interest piqued. “You,” he murmured. “The Balance Keeper. Ashborn’s broken anchor.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “I’m not broken.”

She wasn’t ready for the sheer heat of that stare. It was like staring into the heart of an active volcano. Her chaotic brain, ever unhelpful, whispered: Majestic Daddy Dragon… Which was immediately followed by her own mental slap: Stop that!

But Antares noticed. Of course he did. Instead of fear, he found curiosity. Sparkle.

Antares gave a slow, cruel smile. “Perhaps not. But you will be.” he said, voice lowering as if it was a secret shared between them.

“I expected terror. But I see… fascination.”

But Jinwoo’s shadow swelled, and he took a deliberate step in front of her. “You will not touch her,” Jinwoo said, his voice dropping an octave.

Antares sighed. “A shame. She’s… intriguing.”

Antares’ offer came. Alliance. Partnership. Protection from the Primordial Hunger that was already stirring.

But Jinwoo refused. Exactly as Y/N knew he would.

And as Antares’ disappointment turned into lethal intent, Y/N found herself gripping her scythe tighter. This was it. The calm was over.

Jinwoo gave no warning. In a blink, he was in motion— Sword clashing against Antares’ talon in a blinding explosion of black and red.

The shockwave blew back the front line of Hunters. Tusk threw up shields of magic to hold the line.

Above them, titans clashed. Antares was relentless, his strength honed by eons of conquest. Jinwoo was faster, cutting deeper, shadow blades slashing like lightning strikes.

But it was not enough. Every time Jinwoo pressed forward, the portal tore wider behind Antares. The Primordial Hunger pulsed, screaming to be let loose upon the world.

Y/N didn’t stand still.

While Jinwoo fought Antares, she ran to the front lines. Hunters were falling, their ranks breaking under the weight of lesser dragons and corrupted beasts spilling from smaller tears. Y/N swung her scythe in wide arcs, cutting down monstrosities with brutal grace.

“Hold the line!” she shouted. Her dragon roared beside her, unleashing streams of black flame that consumed the enemy.

When a Hunter was about to fall, she was there. When a squad was about to break, she summoned shadow manifestations of ancient warriors, spectral heroes, and great beasts to bolster them.

But it wasn’t enough.

The monsters kept coming.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. But Y/N didn’t hesitate. She called forth more of her Shadow Manifestations—warriors she didn’t know, yet who stood for her as if they’d been waiting for the call their whole afterlife.

“You fight for me,” she whispered. “Then I fight for you.”

Y/N was everywhere. Her control of the battlefield was flawless.

And Antares noticed.

Through the corner of his eye, he watched as she rallied the broken, her dragon shielding the weak. The Balance Keeper… restoring the fragile thread between life and death, holding the tide back.

He sneered. “She’s interfering.”

But Jinwoo heard none of it. He was locked in a brutal exchange, his blade carving deep into Antares’ scales, his strength driven by something deeper—someone he couldn’t lose.

Antares roared, shifting back into his true form—massive wings blotting out the light. The heat of his flames scorched the land. The Shadow Legion roared in response. And Jinwoo’s shadows surged forward to meet him.

Jinwoo glanced once toward Y/N. And found her already staring at him.

He spoke through their minds. “I’m proud of you,” he said. And then, “Stay alive.”

Y/N’ throat tightened. “You too, idiot.”

And yet, the Primordial Hunger continued to awaken.

Y/N saw it. The portal above was too vast, too hungry. Even if Jinwoo defeated Antares, the world was moments away from being devoured.

And then it struck her.

Ashborn’s final battle. The memory of his agony as she gave her life to seal the rift. History was repeating itself.

Y/N bit her lip hard, her scythe trembling in her grip.

She turned back toward Jinwoo. He was fighting with everything he had. For her. For everyone.

Tears stung her eyes.

Jinwoo was struck hard by Antares.

He flew back, smashing into the ground with an explosion of debris.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She sprinted toward him, throwing herself down beside him.

He coughed, blood painting his lips. But his eyes were on her immediately, searching her face.

“You have to stay back,” he rasped. “I can do this.”

Y/N’ throat closed. “You don���t have to do it alone.”

Before he could react, she leaned in— And pressed her forehead to his. A soft, lingering moment in the chaos.

“I’m glad I met you,” she whispered, tears threatening. “You… you are my home.”

Jinwoo’s breath hitched. “Y/N, don’t—”

But she was already rising. Running.

The battlefield had descended into utter chaos. The skies tore open with gaping maws of endless blackness, spilling the influence of the Primordial Hunger. Portals bled into each other, rupturing reality as monstrous distortions clawed at existence itself. Even Antares, locked in deadly combat with Jinwoo, glanced up once— And smiled. “The beginning of the end,” he whispered with cruel satisfaction.

But Y/N had already made her decision.

She exhaled shakily, lifting her gaze to the sky. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, calling to the massive shadow coiled nearby. Her dragon responded instantly, rising from the ground with a thunderous roar that shook what little was left of the earth.

Y/N vaulted onto its back. Her scythe stabbed into the beast’s hide—not to harm it, but to anchor herself as they surged skyward. The dragon’s wings spread wide, obsidian membranes shimmering like oil on water as it carried her toward the heart of the apocalyptic storm.

Below them, the Hunters were frozen in place, gazes lifted. “Lady Y/N…” murmured one of the low-rank Hunters, eyes wide in awe.

“She’s going for the portal!” shouted another.

“She’s going to close it!”

A rallying cry rose from the ranks. Their voices shook with desperation and hope.

Beru and other shadows knelt in the dirt, his mandibles clicking anxiously. Bellion and Igris, battered but standing tall, silently lifted his sword toward the sky in salute.

As Y/N and her dragon climbed higher, the winds howled violently. The Primordial Hunger’s influence battered at her, tendrils of dark energy lashing at her skin. Blood streaked her cheeks, but she gritted her teeth and pushed forward.

“Just a little closer…” she murmured. The dragon’s muscles coiled tight as it reached the apex of its flight. With a final, guttural roar, it unleashed a torrent of shadowflame, scouring a path directly into the heart of the portal.

Y/N rose to stand atop the dragon’s neck, arms wide. Her scythe vanished in a ripple of shadow. In its place, black tendrils erupted from her fingertips—long, thick shadow chains, glowing faintly with ancient runes.

“Bind,” she commanded. Her voice was steady, though her body shook.

The chains shot outward, spearing into the edges of the largest rift in the sky. The entire world seemed to groan under the strain as the chains anchored themselves deep into reality’s seams. Then— She pulled.

Y/N screamed. Shadow energy exploded from her body in a shockwave that sent the dragon tumbling beneath her. But she did not fall. She hovered, suspended by sheer will.

The chains groaned and tightened, inch by agonizing inch, dragging the portal shut. Each moment was a battle. For every meter the portal closed, the Primordial Hunger pushed back twice as hard.

Blood poured from her nose and ears. Her vision blurred. But Y/N smiled through it all. “Not this time,” she whispered. “I’ll finish it.”

Below, the Hunters watched in stunned silence. They saw her glowing like a dying star, her dragon dissolving beneath her into black dust. And still, she pulled the chains tighter.

Relief and sorrow warred in their expressions. “She’s doing it…” whispered a Hunter. “She’s winning.”

But others wept openly. “She’s… she’s not coming back, is she?”

Jinwoo felt it the moment Y/N gave herself to the Balance Keeper’s duty. A tearing sensation in his chest, as if something inside him was being ripped away.

He roared, driving Kamish’s fang deeper into Antares’ hide. The Dragon Monarch snarled, retaliating with brutal fury— But Jinwoo was relentless. Fueled by desperation. By rage.

He drove Antares back, deeper into the broken ruins of what was once a city. Every strike Jinwoo delivered cracked the air itself, his shadows swarming in a black hurricane.

Antares smirked through the pain. “You’ve already lost her,” he hissed.

And Jinwoo snapped. He unleashed everything. Antares’ massive body was thrown back, smashing through the remnants of a skyscraper, pinned by a forest of shadow spears.

Jinwoo didn’t wait. He turned and sprinted toward the sky.

The portal was closing. The chains had nearly finished their work. The sky was clearing.

But Y/N— She was falling.

Her dragon was gone, disintegrated into stardust. And she followed, her body fragmenting into particles of light and shadow. Each breath she took scattered her essence a little more.

Jinwoo’s heart stopped.

He leapt. Shadow teleportation blurred his form as he raced to catch her before she was lost.

“Y/N!” he shouted. Her gaze found him, dazed but soft. She smiled. “We did it.”

He caught her— But there was nothing solid. Her form dissolved against his chest, leaving faint warmth and motes of light behind.

“No. No, no, no… Please... not like this…” Jinwoo’s hands scrambled to hold her together, but his fingers passed through smoke and fading light.

And she was gone.

The portal sealed behind her, its edges stitched closed by shadow chains that dissolved into the ether.

Hunters dropped to their knees, some crying and roaring out in relief, others in grief. They had won. The world was saved.

But the cost…

Jinwoo stood in the center of the ruin, arms empty, head bowed. Shadows swirled around him, restless and mourning.

The silence was deafening.

Jinwoo knelt there for a long time, hands still out as if cradling something that wasn’t there. His head bowed. His shadows stood frozen behind him, unmoving, silent in mourning.

He didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He simply… stopped.

The world was quiet. The battle was over. But the ache had only just begun.

And in the wind, A faint whisper: “I love you.”

His fists clenched. Tears dripped from his chin. But when he raised his head again, his eyes burned with purpose.

“I’ll find you, Y/N,” he swore. “Even if I have to tear through every realm to bring you home.”

And the Shadow Monarch took his first step toward a new journey.

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[pomefioredove]

Saw you took specific requests. Here's mine:

Jamil with a religious reader who gives him a protection talisman.

Fun fact, prayer beads are used in multiple religions as they help count prayers (Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, etc).

So let's say reader comes from a world where magic exists but it's exclusively on religious grounds. Meaning if you wanna do magic you gotta pray to the right god or make a deal with some form of mythological creature.

Reader knows that Jamil's is always in danger due to the constant assassination attempts on Kalim, so they make a set of prayer beads and ask a diety to bless it in order to protect their boyfriend (could be Allah, Indra, Shiva, Buddha, Susanoo, whichever). Jamil accepts it and heads back home appreciating the sentiment but not really believing.

Except any form of danger keeps getting thwarted. Drink/food he's trying is poisoned? Conveniently spills over/has a whole in the bottom. Accident happens? Conveniently pushed out of the way. Someone tries to hurt him/kill him? Struck by lightning and straight up dies.

Not even his own parents are safe. They try to slap him to "discipline him" then they get zapped (lightly tho).

you know!!! I love this prompt so much... I'm a religious studies major so this kinda stuff is so ^w^ to me I get so excited.

summary: giving jamil a protection spell type of post: short fic characters: jamil additional info: reader is gender neutral, the existence of religious beliefs in twst is. confusing. so we're keeping it vague, not proofread, reader is yuu

Perhaps it was because your world was still considered "magicless" by Twisted Wonderland standards, or perhaps Jamil was never superstitious to begin with.

Either way, he wasn't exactly as excited as you'd been hoping for.

"It's nice. Did you make it yourself?" he asks, inspecting the beads. "A bracelet?"

"Prayer beads, actually. And yes, I did,"

"It's well made. What's the purpose?"

You hesitate. The nature of religion in this world is still confusing to you, although you can surmise there's got to be some kind of belief system. It's best not touching on for now.

Besides, Jamil has never been much of a believer in higher powers. For good reason.

"For protection," you explain. "Not that I think you can't handle yourself. But I worry about you over break, you know..."

He's quiet for a moment, inspecting the gift in the palm of his hand. And then he tucks the beads away in his pocket and smiles.

"I'll keep them with me, then. Thank you,"

Even if he's not exactly keen on the idea that these things will make his life any less terrible, they're from you.

And so he keeps his promise, and tucks them away after you part.

By the time he's "home" (back in Kalim's family home) he's all but forgotten about the little blessing at the bottom of his pocket. Not that you can really blame him- "vacation" is more of a title than a reality when he's back.

The first incident happens not even a day after.

The al-Asim summer mansion is certainly nothing to scoff at. Though it's only one of many, this one in particular houses a large sum of physical treasures, line with gold and ivory, stuffed full of spices and all the makings of a feast that could feed thousands, a shining jewel of the desert.

Jamil is not all that impressed.

Especially when it comes to navigating such an ornate building on orders. The polished-to-perfection floors present a challenge when you're carrying three crates worth of grain to the kitchen on the lowest floor.

Damn these stairs.

Though Jamil may not be a religious man, he still asks whatever deity may be up there to smite the slippery spiral staircase he's descending.

His arms strain to uphold the weight of the boxes, and his legs strain to keep a good footing on one of the many long and elaborate and narrow servant passages designed specifically so that the unwanted workers of the family can slip by undetected.

Quiet, diligent, and he has to be quick, too. Kalim is expecting him for a game in one of the many lounges soon.

Another unfortunate "vacation". How he'd much rather be spending it with you...

For a brief moment, Jamil swears he can feel the beads in his pocket warm against him, reminding him of their presence.

And then he slips.

The crates free themselves from his careful grasp and tumble down the stairs, creaking and thudding but mercifully staying intact.

Jamil, however, isn't made of wood. He winces as he feels himself tilting forward- and then... somehow, a strong draft pushes him on his back.

He lands just shy of his tailbone, luckily not hurting anything, except for his pride.

What a turn of luck.

The next happens at dinner.

Jamil keeps his earlier blunder to himself. His pride is damaged enough as it is, after all, and so he tries his best to conceal how shaken up the experience left him by moving swiftly across the kitchen.

"We have a dish ready for you to test," someone shouts.

He sighs. How many more evenings of this will he have to endure?

Though, he reminds himself- this may always be his last.

The thought makes Jamil chuckle as he's handed a hot dish and a clean fork. He can only stop to smell the roses for so long, so there's no chance of savoring such an exquisitely prepared meal before he's off to another part of the kitchen.

Just as the fork digs into the food, the dish slips out of his hand and shatters on the kitchen floor. Everyone falls silent.

His eyes widen. "How- ugh. My apologies,"

Now this is just getting ridiculous. How clumsy can he get in one evening? He's usually much more careful...

"Look," the head chef says, the whole kitchen crowding around the food as it dissolves.

Jamil's stomach lurches. Cyanide. It has to be. If he'd eaten that dish right there and then...

The kitchen is swiftly cleared out, and he's sent back to the lounge.

it only gets stranger from there.

What Jamil initially wrote off as clumsiness and luck seems to become a pattern-

a flying arrow at the archery range just narrowly misses him when he bends down to fix his sandal.

The al-Asim family tiger (because of course they have one) chooses to toy with a visiting prince rather than him in the courtyard.

A strong draft pushes him on his rear end seconds before a sandbag falls from an under-construction part of the mansion.

He would call it fortune if he believed in such a thing.

By the end of the vacation, everyone is absolutely perplexed by his string of good luck. Jamil isn't unfamiliar with how dangerous his family's position in life is, and he's had his fair share of injuries as a result, but this time all he has to show for it is a slightly lesser sense of annoyance than usual.

It's only the end of the trip where he ponders (unfortunately aloud) about the string of coincidences, and the beads in his pocket.

Kalim goes on to babble about Jamil's "good luck charm" to anyone who will listen, much to his annoyance.

"Oh, I want one too! Can you ask them to make me one, too?" he says, folding his hands in a pleading motion. "It's so pretty!"

"It was a gift. But... I suppose I can ask..." he sighs, and then smiles to himself.

Of course you'll come up with some excuse to say no. Because, for once, this charm is all his.

[aventurineswife]

Can we have the Wuwa men of your choice in a platonic familial relationship with a Collei-like reader who's power tends to go out of control and hugs end up being the main way they calm them down even if they end up getting hurt

A Heart Beneath the Storm

Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Yuanwu x Reader, Collei like Reader, Platonic Relationship, Familial Bond, Comfort, Mentor-mentee Dynamic, Emotional Support, Healing, Character Development, Protective, Trauma, Trust Building, Support System, Gentle Touch, Mutual Care.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, Fear of touch, Emotional instability, Power struggles, Past abuse, Emotional breakdowns.

You had never known a home full of warmth—at least not until Jiyan came into your life.

The wind seemed to carry whispers of ancient winds whenever you stepped into the stronghold of the Midnight Rangers. It was a place of strict discipline and unwavering resolve, but there, amid the fortifications and stoic faces of soldiers, you found peace. Jiyan's leadership was beyond measure, and his calm was a fortress for everyone, especially you.

Having been an outcast for most of your life, your control over your powers had always been a volatile thing. Your resonance abilities were like the unpredictable storm—one second calm, the next surging with energy you couldn't manage. You’d learned to brace yourself and keep others at a distance. Touch was the most dangerous trigger, yet the one thing that soothed your soul was a simple embrace.

It was an afternoon, like any other, that Jiyan had found you in one of your more unstable states, the storm of power surging just beneath the surface. You knew it wasn’t safe for anyone to come near you; the air crackled with tension, and everything around you seemed to hum and vibrate in response to your emotions.

“Stay back, Jiyan,” you gasped, hands trembling as you tried to hold yourself steady. “I can’t control it!”

But Jiyan, in his calm and unyielding manner, was already stepping closer. His gaze was unwavering, his resolve even more so.

“You are not alone,” he said softly. “I am here.”

His hands reached out, and even as you recoiled instinctively, the intensity of your storm only grew. The emotions, the chaos—they threatened to overwhelm you, like a wave crashing on a shore.

But Jiyan didn’t stop. He gathered you in his arms, strong and warm, offering you the one thing you had been afraid of—touch. His embrace was steady, his presence grounding. Slowly, the energy within you settled. The electric crackle that had surged so wildly faded, and you could feel your breath steadying, the storm inside you dissipating.

“Shh… I’m here,” Jiyan whispered, his voice a steady, comforting rhythm. “You are safe now.”

The hug was not a simple act—it was a promise. A promise that even though the world might be full of unpredictability, you would always have a place in his arms, where you could find peace.

You, who had been cast aside, who feared the touch of others, found solace in Jiyan's quiet strength. In his embrace, you knew you had found a home, a family, in a place where your powers were not a burden but part of the bond you shared with him and the Rangers.

Training under Yuanwu was like stepping into the calm eye of a storm. Though his martial art was steeped in the fierce power of thunder and lightning, his demeanor was always composed, soft-spoken, and patient. You had come to his gym seeking guidance for your powers, powers that, like yours, often raged out of control when left unchecked.

Yuanwu had seen many people with volatile abilities before, but you were different. Your powers had a certain wild energy to them, like a fire too close to an explosive device. You feared losing control, as you had in the past, and pushing others away was your only defense. Yet Yuanwu never let you withdraw entirely. He would watch you with those wise eyes of his, always gentle, never hurried, allowing you to unravel your frustration with nothing but patience.

One day, after a particularly challenging training session, you were on the verge of collapse. Your power had flared out of control, and though you had tried to subdue it, it only seemed to spiral more. Yuanwu noticed this immediately.

Without a word, he approached you calmly, his arms extending as though they were a shield.

“You don’t have to fight this alone,” Yuanwu said, his voice carrying the same soothing cadence as a thunderstorm’s distant rumble.

Instinctively, you flinched, fearing that his touch might be too much for you, but Yuanwu did not pull back. His embrace was strong yet gentle, the weight of it not smothering, but supportive. The warmth of his body against yours helped steady your heartbeat. With every passing second, the tremors that had wracked your form started to ebb.

“You’re not broken,” Yuanwu whispered, his hands rubbing your back comfortingly. “You just need time, patience. And the right people to be by your side.”

Your powers, like a wild storm, slowly receded. You felt calmness spread through you—not because of any magic or external force, but because of Yuanwu’s unwavering belief in you.

He didn’t need words of grandiose reassurance. His actions spoke volumes. The silent, supportive hug became your lifeline—a reminder that even in your moments of fear and doubt, you were never alone.

Yuanwu remained a constant, not as a teacher who demanded perfection, but as a mentor who offered the space to grow, not just in strength, but in trust. Through his example, you learned the most important lesson of all: sometimes, the greatest strength lies not in unleashing a storm, but in learning when to let go, to accept the quiet moments in life, and to allow yourself to be cared for.

[coldilikeit]

Little adventures 1

DC x Hilda

Male reader

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Nightwing hollered up the motorcycle that was about to fall off a bridge, the sturdy rope pulling it in a rushed pulley system

Then he saw it, a beam of light onto the sky, the clouds forming circles upon it, thunder and lightning crackling onto the sky

Fuck the motorcycle

He rushed to the scene, to find, his little brother (Name) with some friends

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked politely, trying not to startle them, "Oh Nightwing! Guys he's one of the vigilantes who protects the city" you smiled introducing him to your friends

"oohh, I wish my city had vigilantes, the spirits know we need it" the girl with blue hair laughed

"Are you children not from here?" Nightwing asked which the three kids Shaked their heads to say no "Were visiting (Name)" says the little boy

"It's so late at night... Do you guys know how to get home?" He asked, then he looked at (Name), his little brother playing on his friends in a tide pool, he wouldn't have minded it, but it's so late at night...

(Name) gets up and brushes off the seaweed in his head "Oh well be going home now, we just had to get rid of the tide mice Hilda gave me"

What?

"Did you children happen to see a beam of light?" He asked

"uhh no." (Name) Replied skittishly, then he whispered something to his three friends, a mumble he couldn't hear

"Supernatural stuff aren't really embraced here" (Name) whispered

"We'll be uhh... Going home now, I'll just call my mum" The blue hair girl says

And after a few minutes of waiting a car pulls up and a woman with brown hair looks at the safe children with relief "Oh (Name) thank goodness you're safe... Now Hilda, stop giving out the mice!" She scolded the blue haired girl

"It's okay Miss Johanna, she just wanted to help me" Smiled (Name), Nightwing has no clue on how mice could help someone but he doesn't pry, the children, including (Name) is getting in the car

"Can I trust you to keep you and the children safe back to their homes?" Asked Nightwing

"Yes you can, I'll protect them" she playfully answered and looked back at the children lovingly

Seems trustworthy enough.

And the car takes off

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"(Name) isn't built for Gotham" Dick says to the family at the dining table

Bruce raises a brow "Why do you think that?" Dick describes the kids (Name) made friends with, they weren't the snobby mini socialites at (Name)'s school, or not the rough kids at the lower parts of Gotham

Then (Name) entered the dining area, covered in dirt, sand and a little soaked, "Alfred.. can I have a towel?" He asked politely "I'm going to wash up, the sand is a bit itchy"

"wow... You're dirty, anything interesting happen today?" Snarked Damian, you lit up a bit, completely missing his insult "Yeah! I went out with my friends and I met Nightwing!"

"tch, Robin is cooler" Damian replied

"(Name), do you have any friends here in the city?" Jason suddenly asked, (Name) looked surprised that he was speaking to him but answered nonetheless "The kids here are bit mean... And bullies, so umm no, but I've made three friends, they're from another city, they're really nice"

"But you can't hangout with them often if they're far away?" Tim laments

You can't mention the Nisse

You can't mention the Nisse

You can't mention the Nisse

"I take the train there... Or They come here with their parents" you say

Bruce out down his water "If you want to see them, take one of the cars, I'll hire you a driver" he says

"umm okay... Thank you father"

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(Name) has no clue they're the bats, and the bats have no clue their son/little brother is going on magical adventures

And as for the new driver...

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Minecraft

Alien: What is the point of this game? Human: It doesn’t have one; you can do whatever you want. Alien: Can I burn this world and leave nothing but ash? Human: Disturbingly specific but go ahead.

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Alien: How do I get wood? Human: Punch some trees. Alien: ……….. Alien: Punch some trees. Human: Yup. Alien: Are you mocking me? Human: What? Alien: Do you think I’m some sort of joke? Alien: An object of ridicule for your amusement!? Human: Okay, before you over react let me just show you. Alien: *Starts reaching for sword when they see the human literally start punching trees for wood* Alien: Oh. *Puts sword away* My apologies. -------------

Human: Why aren’t you playing? Alien: There is a monster in my home. Human: Is it an ender man? Alien: No. Human: Skeleton? Alien: No. Human: Creeper? Alien: Nope. Human: ………… Human: Zombie? Alien: Thwarp no. Human: *Takes controller and goes inside the house* What could it possibly be- *Sees creature* Human: That is a pig. Alien: It is the stuff of nightmares. Human: What the hell is scary about a pig? Alien: Look into its eyes. Alien: It has no soul; no remorse. ----------------

Alien: What are you making? Human: A doomsday device. Alien: Are you allowed to build that on a public server? Alien: Surely the admins would seek to stop you. Human: They can’t stop it if they can’t find it. Alien: What did you build? Human: I placed a claim block, fifty blocks down, and started a cow farm. Alien: That doesn’t sound so bad. Human: There are currently five hundred cows in a four block pen. Human: I have seen the amount of lag it generates drive men to madness. Alien: You are the worst of your species. ---------------

Alien: How goes it? Human: I’ve created a massive creeper farm. Alien: Dear gods why?!?! Human: I want to see what happens when one of them is hit by lightning. Alien: Why? Human: I heard that it turns them into a super creeper. Alien: Why would you want to make the sentient explosive even deadlier? Human: To leave as a surprise for that griefer who blew up my chicken farm last week. Alien: Ah. ----------------

Alien: What are you building today? Human: A nether portal Alien: Is that the purple doorway thing in front of you? Human: Yup. Alien: What does it do? Human: It’s a portal to this world’s version of hell. Alien: WHAT?! Alien: Is that not dangerous? Human: I mean, I want glow stone for my city; and the only place to get glow stone is in the nether. Alien: I weep for this world that has you as its caretaker.   ---------------

Alien: Why is all the sand from my beach gone? Human: Needed it. Alien: For what? Human: Copious amounts of TNT. Alien: Do I even want to know why? Human: Remember that village that I defended only for the golem to attack me? Alien: Yeah. Human: Good. Human: Because that memory of yours is all that is left of it. -----------

*stumbling down extensive mine network to find human friend deep underground.* Alien: You ever coming topside again? Alien: I just found these things called “Pandas” and they are adorable. Human: Not until I find a diamond. Alien: Oh gods, here we go again. Human: There’s only fucking copper down here! Human: What the hell can I even use for copper!?! Alien: I think you can make lightning rods out of them. Human: Oh yeah, sure, lightning rods. Human: I’m sure those will be useful SIXTY BLOCKS UNDERGROUND!!!! ------------

Human: What’s this? Alien: I’ve created an elaborate rail system that will allow me to transfer the citizens of one village to another village to make it a super village! Human: Isn’t that considered kidnapping and human trafficking? Alien: ……….. -------------

Alien: I have created these five iron golems to protect my home. Alien: Nothing shall destroy it while I am away! *Alien leaves into mines* *Returns after an hour of mining to find the entire home destroyed by creepers* Alien: What the flarp! Alien: Where are my go- *Turns to see all five golems distracted by some flowers* -------------

Alien: Something just occurred to me. Human: What’s that? Alien: If you can use the portal to this nether, why can’t things down there use it to escape? Human: Pfft. Human: That’s impossible. Alien: Is it? Human: *Dramatic pause before sprinting over to portal with alien behind him* *Both arrive to find legion of pigmen pouring out from the portal* Alien: Congratulations, you created the end times. Alien: I hope that glow stone was worth it. Human: *draws sword* It really was.

[if-you-give-a-dilf-a-danish]

Kidnapped P3: Everglades

A/N: Happy (late) Day of the Dilfs hehe also let me know if y'all want tagged for new chaps. i'd love that. Contains: snakes, storms, another helping of angst. changes to the 141's POV halfway through. Still no spoken words (yet) Part 1 Part 2 W/C: ~1230 @rafaelacallinybbay ═════════════════════════ The Everglades are a region of flooded grasslands and swamps in the southern portion of Florida. With a total area of ~20,000 km^2, this blend of pineland, wetlands and coastal prairies as well as sawgrass marshes are home to a massive blend of wildlife including mangroves, manatees, and a plethora of fish, reptiles, and birds. The climate divides its year into a boiling hot, rainy summer season and a milder, drier winter season. Tropical systems including hurricanes alter the ecosystems, causing destruction with their winds, rain and storm surge. But there's benefit to Everglades as well, using the winds to disperse plant seeds and the storm surge to bring rich sediment deposits.

Thunderstorms have been battering the dingy shelter for some time now. Sandy mud clings to your soaked clothes, another sleeve torn off Johnny’s hoodie to keep it out of the wound. The bleeding stopped, but you get anxious at the increasing soreness as the day passes on. You shiver in the downpour, no roof means you are pummeled with fat droplets. The sunburns on your exposed skin both burn and freeze with hypersensitivity. Looking up at the sky, the dark gray scares you with random lightning and thunder, you swore you could've also seen a palm tree sway when the winds get heavier.

Your captors took their sweet time with you. At first, they demanded information about your team; information you didn’t have. Your boyfriends didn’t tell you any details about their jobs, only that they killed people for the military, and that you would always willingly clean the blood off their hands and bodies when they came home. You tried to give what little crumbs they had: Your boyfriends’ names, the base they worked at, their dates of birth and their history. None of it was useful to them. They demanded more, about this specific case or that particular mission, you knew less information than what they already have.

Then, they carried out one of their methods. In the middle of the shelter was a pit, like a small pool but what was once filled with water now had sand and soil at the bottom. You were pushed in without warning, and another masked person kicked in a bucket. What spilled out was a Burmese python, 6 ft. long and already agitated from the handling. You had screamed and begged to be let out, unable to reach the edge to climb back up after you scrambled into the furthest corner of the pit. The python gets angrier as someone throws a rock at it, curling up and releasing a foul odor that the others jeer at.

You struggle to remember what happens after that. The snake struck at you, latching on to a sunburnt arm and coiling itself hard around it. The captors seemed to protect you from it, someone pried it off of you, letting the wound bleed down your arm before another captor half-assedly tied it up with some dirty fabric from wherever. You gathered that they want you alive for some reason, probably to bargain with for more information, someone that has more to give. They feed you something suspicious and grainy once a day, and the water tasted worse than the rain falling out of the sky.

Your mind exits itself when someone tosses in something chunky and plastic near your feet. A thick satellite phone rests in the puddle that splashed more dirt on you, the light of the screen cutting through the foggy water. You scramble towards it, clutching it with shaky hands. It’s clearly a set-up, they want you to cry for help and probably catch whoever comes running. You hope that your loves are smarter than that — that they sense it's a trap and you’re just a piece of cheese on the spring-loaded plate. You hesitate a second, wondering who to call. You don't know the time of day over there, let alone here with the storms. You clutch the phone closely, your once-vacant mind now racing.

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A few days had passed, and they made a shrine of you. Photos snuck out of the still-prohibited house, placed in Price’s office alongside some of your clothes, your jewelry and your handwriting. It wasn’t meant to be a shrine, just a place on base to have you, to aid in their imagination that you’re really there.

John had set it up, fresh frames for the photos and the jewelry clean and glistening. He avoids looking at it for too long when it starts to look more like a memorial.

Johnny refused to give up the cologne for it, spraying his skin, clothing, and bedding daily that the scent overpowers when he’s near recruits. He only lightens up when the olfactory fatigue sets in and the alcohol irritates his skin.

Simon does the same with your soaps, wasting it in bubble baths that he soaks near-hours in. No one on base other than the other three approached him close enough to smell it. His skin dries and becomes itchy with overwashing.

Kyle wears your clothes, what started as socks and scarves turned into ill-fitting jackets and shirts; burning through each article they slowly gain his scent and lose yours in the process. When laundry duty comes knocking, he hides them in Simon’s room, who trades him your body wash for your favorite scarf.

What starts from there is a system between all four of them; your things bartered and divvied up amongst themselves, split and switched out like the treasure it is to them. 

John gives each of them back their jewelry plus copies of your photos. He also recreates your handwritten recipes for them in their small common room, with Simon scaring off the few recruits that the aroma attracts. In return, John showers with your soaps, loving how it mixes with his personal cologne.

Simon quarters the remaining soaps, the bar sawed in fours with his knife and travel-size bottles given to the rest. He gets your favorite scarf from Kyle and spritzes daily from Johnny. He helps John clean the kitchenette after meals, wearing the scarf in private instead of the balaclava.

Speaking of, the sergeant controlling the scent opts for a stronger parfum, spritzing Simon and Kyle with every kiss he gives. When his sense of smell returns, Johnny enjoys the slight change in the scent their skins do, moreso than the soaps. In return, he eats almost exclusively your cooking done by Price’s hand, and your hoodie is worn by him at all times.

Kyle gives away most of your clothing to them, guilty at first that your smell is gone but comforted by the others when they have their own offerings. He sees Johnny once a day for his spray and wears the stud earrings with your birthstones, caring very little for regulation or the looks received by strangers. His role at meal times is to set the little table with trays and silverware snuck out of the cafeteria.

Marginally healthier than hoarding, it let them realize they still had each other. That cutting pain in their hearts throbs just a bit less when they are around each other, smothered in you. Their duties keep them from decaying further, a distraction from the darker thoughts but the mundanity makes them long to be a part of your rescue; their pleading and bargaining gone nowhere.

The fourth night in, they play a board game that was another favorite of yours, Price having a cigar and Kyle watching Johnny like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t cheat. Simon shuffles the cards for another round when someone’s phone rings on the counter. Part 4

[knowbites]

　✶　GODS OF GREECE　｡｡　feat.ㅤstray kids

　────　skz members as their greek god equivalent . . .

⠀ starring.⠀⠀stray kids members⠀wc.⠀⠀1 . 9k words ⠀ genre.⠀⠀epic, suggestive⠀cw.⠀⠀this is about greek myths. nothing explicitly discussed, but mentions of wars, mentions of sexual desire and fuckboy tendendies, and that's all i can think of! let me know if i missed something.

an.⠀⠀hihi! bringing this back for my mana!! ( @www-hanverse ) i have to add i am well aware that each one has a different perspective about the boys, but i decided to give them these gods because i think they fit better imo. you're welcome to comment your opinion too! i hope you enjoy them <3

BANG CHAN . . ZEUS

────⠀🏛️⠀❛ bang chan is the king of gods, the leader. of course it suits him, with the aura he has. strong, dominant, thunderous. it's true that everyone knows zeus is the worst thing that could happen to history—the most absolute sexist, arrogant, horny asshole—, but chan wouldn't be like that. he is powerful, we all have seen those videos of him using his leader card; authoritative, serious, demanding. he's also wise, because he has the responsibility of controlling and managing the weather, as well as resolve conflicts or problems between the gods with some sort of justice. his symbols are the thunder and the lighting, and i can almost imagine the blinding light of a storm in his eyes every time he gets really, really angry. i believe he has wanted to run free, too, with that rush of adrenaline that courses through your system like a bolt of lightning when you feel a burst of air, your heart pounding against your ribcage, and that characteristic scream of chan—thrilled, exhaled to release tension, full of energy. and finally, how could it be otherwise, his love life. he may be kind of delusional in real life, even with that attractive loser vibe, but he loves to tease and show off. fuck boy mindset. it fits all of zeus’s sexual affairs, although i believe he would be a better father than him.

LEE KNOW . . HADES

────⠀🏛️⠀❛ minho is the shady, mysterious god of the underworld. stern, honest, introverted. he enjoys living in his own space, spending time only with whom he considers worthy, like his three headed cat—a feline equivalent of hades’ dog cerberus—just picture soonie's, soongie's and dori's heads all in one gigantic cat painted in brushes of sunset and cream, roaming around the afterlife. he truly values his place and peace in the underworld. calmness, quietness, tranquility, far away from all the chaos and loudness and stress of the other gods. he will travel to the outside, don’t get me wrong, to add to the mess and create some more, enjoying every second of making life miserable for his fellow gods, but at the end of the day he will always find comfort in the silence of his chosen home. he perseveres too, and is severely strict with the sacred laws of the death. he doesn’t take favourites, heart iced cold against pleas and begging, as he trusts his judges to decide fairly when they choose where to send whom. he’s not evil, either. you might mistake his sovereignty for vileness, even some sort of depravity, but he’s really just reserved. serious, aloof, attentive—distant but never unobservant. and his affection is rare, but not mellow. profound, and carnally raw. when he loves, he gets protective, and he loves fiercely.

SEO CHANGBIN . . HEPAESTUS

────⠀🏛️⠀❛ changbin is a blazing heart forged in solitude. the god of fire, volcanoes and blacksmithing, changbin would fit as hephaestus the way melted iron slides into its forge. he’s kind and hardworking, not always visible, but forever present. he’s resilient, and although too clumsy to be a blacksmith, he would try anyway. he doesn't really care about power, just wants to do his thing and be happy—spread that happiness to those around him. many people reject him because of his muscular, big physique, and it might hurt him in the past, but he ignores it now. he knows better. he stayed, and he works hard, and he gives too much. there’s a justice in that muchness, because he can’t help it. he holds so much love in his heart it just floods. his wish is to help. he likes to create tools and objects that can be of help to who might need it, he likes to fix things that have been broken, gift a second life, a second opportunity. he’s rough around the edges, thunderous and loud, carrying his anger with calloused hands and morphing into something good instead of something destructive. his loyalty borders worship, just pure, unfiltered and platonic worship. and there’s softness too, the kind one that is always needed but not always seen knows about. he might not talk about his feelings, but he deserves to be treated with a lot of care and affection, because he usually feels other people's feelings are more important that his own.

HWANG HYUNJIN . . APHRODITE

────⠀🏛️⠀❛ hyunjin is born of beauty, but made of so much more. beautiful in the way a vast mountain range is beautiful, the way the deepness of the ocean and the immensity of space and a nocturnal storm are beautiful. crude, overwhelming, terrifying—the sublime side of nature. he’s the god of love and desire. he’s  in love with the idea, the emotion, the yearning of love. love, love, love. he can bring people to their knees with one look, one smile and  you’re doomed, one word and you fall. he’s so mesmerising he ruins and redeems with a single touch. it’s powerful, and devastating, to hold so much in the palm of your hand, the ache of the most primal necessity. the sinful desire and longing of a deeper connection, skin to skin and soul to soul. but it’s lonely, too. to know the most intricate detail of a feeling, and search it everywhere. he wants a love that is visceral, but most of the nights he just ends up painting the absence of something he can’t quite name. also, like aphrodite, he rised from the past. and stronger, braver, wiser. she was born out of sea foam when uranus was murdered, our hyunjin was born again after suffering the violence of an unplanned hiatus. luckily, his husband temples just enough the fire that burns within him. he’s married to the god of the forges, after all.

HAN JISUNG . . APOLLO

────⠀🏛️⠀❛ jisung is a walking contradiction. he’s calm, and quiet and almost dim, but suddenly he bursts in a brightness so blinding it burns. he’s light turned noise, rhythm, pulse. he’s that catchy, giddy song stuck in your head in a bad day, the edge on your stomach before doing something new and then the adrenaline coursing through your veins. he’s an artist, the artist. and the best part is—each and every single characteristic and symbol and element of apollo’s fits jisung in a way that is not merely casual. god of medicine and health, because he’s slowly healing from his past wounds, the ones you see and the one you can’t, and he’s also the medicine: one of his genuine smiles can heal your soul. god of light, because he represents that shadowy, warm sunset oranges, and also the lighter, glowing rays of the midday. god of knowledge, because he’s very smart and mischievous and he enjoys watching mortal documentaries and reading about whatever he’s into at the moment, learning something every day. and, finally, of course, the god of music. with his thoughtful lyrics, and that lazy scratch of the strings of his guitar. his mind runs fast—faster than gods, faster than mortals. he trip over thoughts, words after words, melodies and notes. he overthinks and overwrites, falls in love with every idea. but when he creates—and the world pauses. the world listens. listens the longing to be understood, listens the fear of not being enough. a golden boy of myth and music, that looks up to his father, zeus.

LEE FELIX . . POSEIDON

────⠀🏛️⠀❛ felix is not the kind of person you expect to be powerful. he’s not entirely poseidon, more like a diluted version—if you know him, felix is more like percy jackson. he doesn’t look powerful, towering, terrifying… because he doesn’t want to appear like that. it’s not in his nature. he’s sun-warmed shoulders in summer, half-bitten smiles, cheeky grins, and a laugh that feels like running barefoot at the beach, at dusk. the energetic kid, with such a lively spirit and ready to have a good time everyone loves him, humorous wit but completely and hopelessly oblivious. he’s the ocean. he carries the ocean within him. the stillness, with those quiet moments of rest and peace, like the shore at dawn. but also the restlessness of the beginning of a storm, furrowed brows and a rage so loud the thunders answer like a threat, having his back. he gets specially angry when things don’t go his way, or when he loses—in videogames or real demigod battles—, but he's loyal to his friends, with sand between his fingers. loyal to dead, and brave and caring and sensitive, even if he tries to hide it with sarcasm because it's dangerous to show who you care about. he’s known grief, he’s known solitude, a boy with a saltwater heart that has questioned before if he truly is enough, but never perfect. he’s not trying to be perfect. he’s good, sometimes, and that somehow matters.

KIM SEUNGMIN . . ATHENA

────⠀🏛️⠀❛ seungmin is blade, cold and sharp and precise. god of wisdom and military strategy, he doesn’t need to shout in order to be heard. such a witty, scheming, smart ass boy. he enjoys a good fight. he loves to create chaos, and witness it unravel. but when he’s involved, he’s always, always going to adopt a strategic warfare, ready to win with the most unexpected but intelligent tricks. he prefers to defend than to attack, unless he’s with friends and in a space where he feels comfortable—then he will destroy you and you won't be able to say a word about it. but it’s his love language, after all. he has a strong vision of justice, and will act as he thinks because he knows he’s generally right. he’s the guardian of the truth, the kind of brutal honesty that burns and cuts, but never bruises. it might be uncomfortable, it might have cost everything, but it was necessary. he’s helped heroes when they needed it because he knows what it is to feel helpless and alone and doesn’t want anyone to feel that way. he’s the god of homehold crafts, too, like for example cooking, but you must remember not to put him in the kitchen with felix, as athena and poseidon don’t mix well. there’s playfulness in their interactions, but also dignity, like they have something to prove. and he is honourable, not out of pride, but out of discipline. when the tension arises, he does not spiral. he assess. he prepares. then, he acts.

YANG JEONGIN . . HERMES

────⠀🏛️⠀❛ jeongin is the cunning thief of the great twelve. the messenger of the gods, and the only one who is allowed to leave the underworld without consequences—because minho raised him since jeongin's teen years, and he has a soft spot for the maknae. he’s motion given shape, the breeze that tugs at your sleeves, the glint of something vanishing around the corner, laughter echoing down a hallway just before you realize your keys are missing. god of boundaries and crossing them, and guardian of literati and athletes, too, and a troublemaker and trickster at heart. he walks with ease between moods, between people, between personas, never quite pin-downable, always genuine. he doesn’t lie—but he doesn't always give the full truth. why should he? but at the same time he’s solemn and responsible. he was the one who gave apollo one of his first instruments after a robbery in which he was caught, and guides souls to the afterlife. guides them back to themselves—with words, with music, with a well-timed joke that somehow says ‘i see you. i’m here’. he’s not afraid of change, not afraid to stay, just of meaningless silences.

ㅤㅤwith love ,　© mars.　do not copy, translate, repost, share this work as yours on other platforms or feed it to the ai !　🔭 ˚. ⋆͏

[autisticlancemcclain]

The ship was shaking like a kid holding a goldfish bag.

It was not, in case you were wondering, a good time. 

Keith grit his teeth, planting his boots on the ground and half-walking half-climbing over to Allura, who was paler than Keith had ever seen her. The grip she had on her podium was tight enough to drain the blood completely from her knuckles. Despite his own fear, Keith’s heart softened for her. 

“How is it looking?” he asked, shouting over the noise of a thousand asteroids and a million laser strikes. All while their lions sat, drained of quintessence, locked in their hangars

One goddamn thing after another. Jesus. 

“It is looking bad,” Allura shouted, not taking her eyes off the space in front of her. “I can’t – Coran, I can’t hold it on my own!”

Coran looked back at her grimly. He had probably the most success keeping upright – seriously, was it posture or did he have a steel rod anchored to his back at all times – but even he was struggling against the whipping and shuddering of the massive castleship, attention focused on the controls. Trying to keep the shield up as well as possible, trying to get their own defenses running. Trying, as always, to keep the castle going, even when the odds were a million to nothing. 

“You can,” he encouraged. The effect was less encouraging when a massive asteroid hit the side of the bridge point-blank, throwing him right off the controls and splat into the walls. Despite Lance and Allura’s cries of alarm, he made a startlingly dignified crawl back to the deck controls.

Hell of a man, that advisor. 

He continued once he was steady, sweat beading on his brow but gaze soft and assuring. He waited for Allura to meet his eyes, then nodded, once. “Focus, girl. Hands on the spheres. Mind cool on the exhale. However we need to get out of this – you can guide us. Make your decision. Your team is behind you.”

“Yeah!” Pidge cheered, lifting her fist in emphasis from where Shiro held her steady, eyes trained on her computer screen. Blaring red lines of code Keith could not pretend to read flashing rapid speed in front of her, and she typed back at it just as fast, keeping their crackling systems at bay. “You got this!”

Allura breathed out. The tense line of her shoulders softened, just slightly, despite the ongoing chaos. She lifted her hands and rested them, gently, on the podium spheres as Coran instructed. They glowed. 

“We retreat,” she decided, nodding to herself. “We’re already low on quintessence, standing to fight will drain us dangerously. We must get to safety if we are to survive with our home intact.” She bit her lip, eyes opening. “But, uh, full disclosure, I have enough strength in me to open a wormhole and that is About It. I will be out of commission the moment it closes.”

Hunk shrugged. “We’ll catch you, then.”

“Try not to wormhole us into a black hole,” Shiro suggested, smiling slightly. “We’ll manage anything else, Princess.”

She laughed slightly, thankfully, but within seconds called out for everyone to brace themselves. Keith did as she heeded, or he tried to – but the castle got hit as he tried to crawl back to his seat, sprawling him on the floor. He glanced over at Allura, panicked, but her eyes were already glowing, and the space in front of them was already starting to warp. He swallowed roughly, squeezing his eyes shut. The floor was shaking too badly for him to get his bearings. He couldn’t get his feet under him, couldn’t stand, couldn’t dream to crawl to his seat. He stilled, resigning himself – he didn’t know exactly what would happen if he wasn't strapped down and protected during a wormhole jump, but it couldn’t be good. He had to hope for the best.

“God,” sighed a voice to his left, “you’d die without me, Dropout.”

A hand clenched the back of his jacket and yanked, pulling him tumbling onto another body. Quick as lightning a seatbelt was stretched over him, clicking into place just as the space in front of the castle finally warped, bright blue, and the entire bridge lit up so bright Keith was blind with it. 

When the light finally died down, Keith was half-convinced nothing had changed. The castle stopped shaking, but instead it was plummeting, hard and fast, controls dead and energy gone, towards the surface of a planet. 

“Someone catch Allura!” Coran shouted, and on queue the princess’ eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped forward. Luckily, Hunk had been more prepared than the rest of them, seatbelt already off and arms extended to catch her. He carried her back to her seat, buckling her in carefully, and strapping himself in next to her. Wise move – trying to crawl back to his own seat, fighting against the G-forces, would be near impossible.

There was a click, and then a shove, and then Keith got to feel those G-forces firsthand.

“What the hell!” he demanded, barely managing to catch himself on the arm of the blue paladin’s seat. “I coulda brained myself!”

Lance shrugged, playing for innocent, but a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Keith could’ve strangled him. “What? Thought I’d let you get back to your own chair. You're welcome for saving you, by the way.”

“Some saving, jerk! We're still falling!”

“Yeah. Personally, I would find somewhere to buckle up.”

“You’re so annoying,” Keith growled, and it was by spite alone that he managed to stomp back to his own seat and buckle himself in. He was bright red, anger making him hot – Lance always made him like this, so furious he could barely blink. One day they’d be making progress, working together like a dream, wiping the floor together, and the next it was like a switch was flipped. Like Lance was reminding himself that he and Keith could never get along. It was ridiculous, and Keith couldn’t for the life of him understand it. Was he so bad?

“Incoming!” Pidge shouted, shaking Keith back to himself. Her screen was now linked up with Coran’s, the only two things on in the entire castle – electronics seemed to come alive when Pidge touched them – and diagrams of the castle systems were blaring red, flashing with symbols Keith didn’t know, but recognised as bad. “The nav and power systems are down! It’s not safe to get anyone back there to force them back on manually, but I think I can get steering up in a sec. Shiro, I need your arm for power. Hunk, keep on Allura, make sure she’s upright when we crash, we don’t want a spinal injury. Lance, Keith, I’m turning steering over to you guys. Don’t fuck it up.”

Despite their bickering, both of them nodded. Neither of them particularly wanted to be turned into paladin pancake anytime soon, so they could collaborate for one thing. 

Seconds after Pidge spoke, a screen flickered to life in front of Keith. Stats blinked back up, glitching rapidly as they translated themselves into words and symbols Keith could understand. The hologram shifted and expanded to its usual 3D model, joystick in the middle, thrusters and controls to his left, a screen with Lance’s comm line to his right. In his little screen, Lance met his eyes, eyebrows raised in question. Keith nodded. Together, they wrapped their hands around the joysticks, breathed out, and let their minds fuse.

As always, it was a freaky feeling. Imagine the weird, shuddery feeling you get when you say the same thing as someone at the same time, voices layering, tone mixing, for a moment your own voice and the voice of a stranger synching into one. The weird, deja-vu-but-not of it, the uncanny valley feel of recognising your own voice but…different. 

Then multiply that freakiness by a hundred, and you still won’t quite get it. 

On some levels Keith was aware that he was his own person. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history – or well, some of it. Nothing about himself had changed. 

But at the same time, he was also Lance Esposita-McClain. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history, more of it than he could ever get from shared stories or mind melds. There’s no telling the way your sister’s arm feels hooked around your neck for the sixth noogie in as many minutes. There’s no explaining the way your breathing only gets calm with your feet in the saltwater. There’s no describing the curve of your mother’s smile. Nothing Keith was seeking out – no memories he would even know to look for – but they were there, simmering, triggered by a smell or the crook of his finger in a particular way. Memories stored in the body and the soul and the senses, not in the brain, shared when two consciousnesses become one. 

Lance’s mind was hyperspecific. It complemented Keith’s well, with all his flitting, quick detail-oriented observance. As Keith jumped from angle to angle, noticing the planet’s curve, the pull of its gravity, the heat of its atmosphere, Lance zeroed in on an island, one of the only ones big enough for them to land. While Keith kept their craft in control, steering along the air currents, Lance kept them directed, single-minded focus on a stretch of rocky beach – not exactly a soft landing, but not a lot of living things for them to destroy when they crash. (Keith would’ve chosen to land in the meadow. Crushing frogs and bugs or whatever is never something on his top priority list of things to avoid. But he didn’t argue when Lance nudged them towards what is about to be a very bumpy landing.)

“Brace yourself!” he shouted, not daring to look away to make sure his friends were buckled. Trusting that they were, he held his position, letting them plummet, coming closer and closer to splatting on the planet’s surface before finally yanking on the joystick as hard as he could. He felt Lance’s strength twist and tangle with his own, and together the two of them levelled the castle almost parallel with the ground, letting them glide on their own velocity until they slowed down enough to let the bottom of the craft brush against the rocky outcrop. 

It was the most turbulent landing Keith has ever felt, except maybe that time he and Lance crashed blindfolded into a sand dune, and every bump on the ground gave him whiplash. When the castle finally hit the ground for good, dragging them a gauge in the ground for several miles as friction finally slowed it to a stop, the leftover inertia yanked Keith forward so roughly the buckles of his seatbelt made something crack in his ribcage. When the castle finally stopped he got slammed back into his chair so hard he was almost surprised he didn’t fall right through the impenetrable material. 

It took a minute for everything to hit. His connection with Lance had been severed the second they hit the ground, too focused on being, y’know, crashed to keep holding on. After the shock of being tossed around like dice in a cup wore off, which did not take long, Keith’s body made it very clear that yeah, no, armour actually only does so much, and crash landing is one of those things that’s just bound to hurt. His skull pounded. At least one of his ribs was most definitely cracked. His wristed and knuckles ached from the strain of holding up the entire weight of the castle as he’d steered it. He was alive, obviously, but – Jesus. Being alive sucked.

“Sound off,” croaked Shiro from somewhere left of him.

“Ugh,” groaned Pidge. “Screw you, Keith, I hate it when you drive.”

“Next time I’ll be sure to let us crash,” Keith responded flatly.

“Um, you did, bozo, I asked you to land us –”

“The castle was dead! What did you expect me to –”

“Allura and I are both fine,” Hunk interrupted. Amusement lined his voice. “She’s still out, but she’s breathing fine, and I didn’t let her hit anything on impact. She should still get checked out, though.”

“Roger that,” Coran agreed. “Ease your worries, Number Two, you did well. I will have her in the MedBay as soon as our systems are up and running again.”

“Oh, whew, that’s a relief, because I didn’t want to say anything but she kinda jammed her elbow into my sternum by accident and I’m not blaming her or anything since she’s unconscious but I think my spleen may be a little dead, not a huge deal I’m sure but –”

“Everyone quiet!” barked Shiro. “That’s six accounted for! Who’s missing?”

Immediately, heart pounding, Keith whipped to his right. His stomach dropped. The Blue Lion Command Chair was empty – seatbelt torn somewhere on the shoulder, cracked helmet overturned carelessly on the seat. The crisp blue and white lines were marred by a small splash of red. Panic clawed its way up Keith’s throat, and he was out of his seat before he could register unbuckling his own straps, looking frantically around the bridge. 

“He’s here somewhere,” Pidge fretted, “he couldn’t’ve just disappeared –” 

Coran had a gloved hand clenched in his hair. “The windows and walls should be almost impenetrable, there is no way the crash broke them enough to let someone in –”

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck –”

“Guys,” a soft voice interrupted, and Keith could’ve collapsed with relief. The castle has been flipped sideways during the fall, floor suddenly now 90 degrees, and standing at the side of the control board, now the very high top, was Lance. For whatever reason he had climbed it while they bickered, and now stood very still, gloved hand pressed to the glass of the windshield. Blood trickled from his temple, tracing a line down the side of his face, disappearing in the neckline of his armour. “We got company.”

Shifting gears – Keith was about to tear him a new one, when Shiro says sound off you sound off – but froze when he looked out the window, following Lance’s gaze.

Marching towards them, in numbers Keith couldn’t pretend to count, was an army.

— — —

part two

[stevie-petey]

oh my god oh my god I love your writing so much - especially the way you write bug + protective!dustin (the party worrying about bug and jonathan and being bug’s number one fans is everything to me - especially lucas being so obvious with his crush)

is it alright if i ask you if you could write more about dustin being protective over his older sister - like maybe he goes to school and realises that there are a ton of people who have crushes on hawkins’ sweetheart or maybe he’s spying on a date she has with steve or maybe she gets hurt and he comforts her/swears revenge for her?

i just love younger brothers being protective over their older sisters - it’s such a sweet dynamic

thank you darlin !!!! i made this a bit sad (what else is new) but i just loved the idea of doing dustins pov when he finds out bug is cursed and how his protective nature came out </3

"fred and chrissy, they both came to ms. kelly for help." max's words almost echo in the silent office. dustin hates it. "they were both having headaches, bad headaches that just wouldnt go away. and then..."

"the nightmares." dustin hates even more that youre avoiding his gaze. how emotionless you sound. how void you are. "trouble falling, staying asleep."

next to dustin he can feel steves entire body tense. he looks at the older boy, knows that it was him you called every night you couldnt sleep. he heard every conversation through the thin walls.

then max explains how fred and chrissy hallucinated all their traumas. things from their past that they couldnt forget.

dustin doesnt think theres anything from your past that youd want to remember. it was only the other night that he woke up to your screams. last week youd mumbled your fathers name in your sleep.

"these visions, they just kept getting worse and worse, until eventually..." the shake in maxs voice sends every cell in dustins body into a spiral. her fear. the palpable dread.

and you wont fucking look at him.

"max," you whisper her name like a mournful ghost.

"until eventually... everything ended." max finishes.

ended. torn apart. left to rot in the dirt.

what a bitter fucking way to end, dustin thinks.

and its robin who provides a name to the dread that claws so heavily in his throat. an explanation for why he feels that he has to mourn you as you stand before him. a reason behind why you cant meet his eye. why you look as if youve already become a ghost that will haunt his bedroom walls just as his father does.

"vecnas curse."

"chrissys hedaches started a week ago. freds six days ago." max swallows heavily. dustin cant move. he cant breathe. somewhere lightning has struck. "ive been having them for five days."

you taught dustin the word dread when he was nine and waiting for your father to return. you taught him hope when he was twelve and thought hed lost a childhood friend. you taught him love when he was only a day old, coming home to a house filled with your three year old warmth and curiosity over being a sister.

"my headaches started two days ago."

but you never taught dustin loss. he never thought hed have to learn that word when it came to you.

"the night of lucas' game."

and now you expect me to abandon lucas, someone who has spent time with me this year, someone who has made this entire year less lonely for me.

dustin shouldve been there. he shouldve fucking been there.

something takes over his body. he thinks he falls towards you in a blind, desperate attempt to get closer. all hes ever wanted to do is get closer to you. youre his sister. hes your brother.

"no, something isnt right." steves stumbling over his words. hes next to dustin, grappling with the loss just as heavily as he is.

this isnt real. none of this is real. dustin knows science and math and how to calculate complex equations and build elaborate radio systems and how to make you laugh and when to hold your hand and none of this can possibly be real because it doesnt make any sense.

"you could be dehydrated, or-or tired." his hands find your face. his mind wracks with scientific facts and biological processes. when was the last time he saw you eat? when was the last time you slept? "headaches are caused by a lot of things. youre pale, youre probably sick and this is all just conspiracy bullshit and-"

"dustin," your hands come up to meet his. your gentle grip chokes dustin. you look into his eyes and the quiet resolve breaks him. "you know it isnt conspiracy bullshit."

but it has to be. dustin cant let it be anything else. yet youre looking at him with tender eyes and your voice speaks so softly to him, coaxing him into a lullaby that he remembers from all the nights in his childhood where you held him just like this, spoke to him so softly to soothe the ache of growing up.

"i-im fine, alright? we need to focus on max right now, shes the one who had the vision."

dustin has always been able to find the answer. he figures out the equation eventually. he finds all the pieces and places them together and protects the ones he loves through nearly impossible solutions.

but hes never been able to answer your savior complex.

he stands there, numb, as steve begs you to care about your own life. he watches what little reaction it sparks. youre just as numb to it as dustin is.

youve already accepted your death.

but dustin refuses to accept that for an answer. it doesnt matter what youve decided. he'll find another way. he'll protect you just as youve protected him.

he has to.

��COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[swan2swan]

Rewatching the original Livewire episode of 90s Superman last week and rewatching the premiere of My Adventures With Superman a few days later really put something into perspective...

The new one is much, much better.

Granted, Lori Petty's voice is iconic, and her character has a ton of charisma...but boy, is she wasted in that. Her character's just mean and arrogant and selfish...which isn't terrible, it's very relevant, especially today, but it wears off pretty quickly. And I know they never gave her a character arc later on in the show; I think the most she does is team up with Parasite once and then cross over to fight Batgirl and Supergirl. Comparing her to other villains like Volcanica and Metallo really puts a stamp on just how much of a Monster of the Week she was.

But that's not even the problem.

The problem is that she's created when lightning strikes a pole and Superman pulls her out of the way to save her...inadvertently channeling the lightning through him and giving her lightning powers. I don't know if anyone realizes that Superman created Livewire, but they certainly don't acknowledge it or make it a plot point. Clark drops her off at the hospital and washes his hands of the matter. The rest of the episode is just him working to take her in.

There's no anger from Leslie that he's turned her into something (but she's excited for it, anyway, so that's also not an issue), or resolution from Clark to fix her. There are several story options, but...no. They just fight. And I get it. It was the nineties. You needed weekly villains, something the kids could come home from school, tune in, and just see some colorful, flashy action going on.

My Adventures With Superman has Leslie bring the lightning powers on herself. Superman saves her from exploding as the alien tech goes out of control, and when he frees her, he gently lays her down on a step....and then, when his back is turned, she's spirited away and kidnapped to a holding facility. He doesn't ignore her: she's taken from him.

Then she breaks out, joins the Kill-Superman squad, breaks out of prison, becomes a mercenary...she's not exactly going through Major Character Arcs, but she's Living.

Or. Trying to.

The point is, the new Livewire brings more to both her own character and Superman's character. Clark isn't callously abandoning her to the prison system; he keeps trying to keep her in line when she shows up, and just keeps focusing on protecting people.

IT'S HEALTHIER FOR BOTH OF THEM.

[artzzyb00-27]

{❤️Thundershock❤️}

Normally, sleep in the lair would be peaceful. A thriving time for the boys and reader to enjoy the mundane silence away from the hectic nights. Patrol had ended 2 hours ago, and during the first one a thunder storm had stared. While that would cause panic, Donnie had a system that redirected any extra water away from their homes as to not get flooded.

While getting ready for bed, reader had been finished first and locked herself away in her personal room away from the boys. She was living there permanently after her apartment got wrecked in the invasion. She had met the boys during a late patrol night and they decided to help her out. In return of her not freaking out when first seeing them.

After a few months of living with them she began to feel safer than she did when she had her apartment. For multiple reasons of course. For one the secludedness of the lair and two, the boys were protective of their friends and family. Especially Raph. So she didn't have to worry about someone hurting her when she leaves to work and comes back.

Tonight was different, this was a different kind of danger and unsettlement. The kind that doesn't go away when your in a safe place. The thunder storm with occasional lightning strikes, had triggered her memories of when the Kraang had attacked. It didn't help that there was a possibility of them coming back. Scatterings of their technology were left behind and people began tampering with them.

So when at 4 in the morning, reader screamed in response to a louder bang in the sky, Raph jumped awake and quickly ran to his friend. For some reason he was the light sleeper of the family. Even Splinter couldn't be forced awake. While rushing into the room he accidentally slammed the door opened causing the girl to jump again.

By this point she was in heavy tears trying to calm down. Raph took a moment and looked around. No one attacked her that's for sure. Looking at her closely now he realized how bad she was crying. Paying attention at the noise above the sewer roof, rumbling from high up accord.

"What are you doing here?" she asked full paying attention to the red-clad turtle just 10 feet away from her. He got closer and sat down next to her.

"Heard ya scream. Didn't want you to get kidnapped." he replied while rubbing her back slowly. She leaned into it and fell into a trance of calm. After a while he gently scooped her up and sat on her bed with her between his legs.

After about 20 minutes of his thumb rubbing against her arm, he fell asleep too. Churring in content emotions and a peaceful rest.

The next morning they awoke to the brothers, more specifically Mikey and Donnie, taking pictures of the two cuddle buddies on the queen size bed with grey sheets and comforters. Raph was the first to awaken with a very displeased expression apparent on his green face.

"Wake up love birds! Sun's here!" Mikey gloated as he ran away with an albums worth of pictures. Donnie just chortled and walked away while closing the door. Huffing in annoyance of his siblings, Raph looked down at the sleeping girl. How she hadn't woken up with his brothers ruckus, was beyond him.

She shifted and cuddled closer into his carapace and breathed out with relaxation. He sunk into the mattress and pulled her closer. Thinking back to a few hours ago, he hoped she had slept better than what she could have if he hadn't woke up. It was a good thing she lived with them, otherwise it could have been a hell morning.

After another 5 minutes, reader stirred and sat up rubbing her eyes and yawned. Raph just watched her while glancing at the door. When she noticed she was between his thighs, her face turned red.

"Sorry, thanks for coming when you did." Raph shrugged his shoulders and picked her up putting her on his left. He grazed his thumb over her cheek and cupped the back of her head. He pulled her forward and down, then placing a kiss on the top of her head. He got off the bed and stretched, turning to her and just smiled.

Leaving the room after closing the door he began freaking out internally. Leo, who was sitting on the couch skimming through the channels on the television April and Casey had brought them, had noticed and smiled.

"Good to know you weren't having sex while Mikey's here." a pillow was thrown at his face and he laughed it off leaving on a channel that had this animated witch show Mikey liked.

[babyhatesreality]

How about daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in babyspace and petie is very protective over her and they go to the avenger tower and when any other that her daddies trying to touch her he goes in the way and stop them and is like "nooo u can't Touch her she's too little" and everybody is like awww 🥺 after like 10 min or something the other littles wanna play with petie and you but he says "noo I play with y/n she's too little to play" and the reader always hold one of petie hands and in the other hand she holds a blankie and she gives him always a paci kiss and cling to him and her daddies 🥺😭💖

Hello dearest Nonnie! Oh, great thoughts in babyspace! I've gotten several similar requests recently, so here's my headcanon for Baby Space for all of it. Thank you for reading, sending you love! <3

it wasn't often that you'd go into Baby Space, usually preferring to be a bit older, but when you did, boy, you went hard (as per usual with you)

you'd regress to non-verbal, or non-WORDS is more accurate. You loved to make sounds; you just didn't want to make words.

Bucky would become "dadadadadadadadada" and Steve would become "pop pop pop pop pop pop pop" until you ran out of air or until you started giggling.

Your giggle in baby space was softer and sweeter than your regular giggle. Even though Steve and Bucky loved you unconditionally in any headspace, there was something a little magical about hearing your sweet laughter in baby space.

You would want to be carried all the time.

You made grabby hands, or simply latched onto the closest finger, shirt, arm, whatever was within your grasp, and absolutely refused to let go.

Steve and Bucky loved it. Steve would get a brief reprise from constantly reminding you to stop running everywhere and would absolutely not admit to himself he missed the constant thump-thump-thump of your little feet. Bucky loved having you in his arms because it meant you were constantly safe and would absolutely not admit to himself he missed when you used him as your personal jungle gym.

You wouldn't take your paci out for anything. Once that thing went into your mouth, it was a battle to get it out to brush your teeth or get you to eat.

You'd get hungry but refuse to take it out, often resorting to tears, but Steve and Bucky had a few tricks to get you to relinquish it. You would start to cry, they'd make a bottle to get something into your system, and Bucky would employ his lightning quick reflexes that he used when trimming your nails to watch for the second your lips parted enough to cry, swapping out the paci for the bottle before you could realize it. The second you tasted milk, you settled down happily.

you would become wildly obsessed with the smallest details. A goldfish cracker once kept you occupied for an hour as you stared at it, slowly moving it around the small plastic plate in front of you. Bucky got an entire report done while you were on his lap staring at a freaking cracker.

You played constantly with the front of Steve's tee shirt when you were in his arms, running your fingers back and forth over it, grabbing it and stretching it towards you to put in your mouth. Steve had a separate collection of shirts for when you were in baby space, as you had a tendency to stretch his regular ones on these days.

There was no way that they would leave you with anyone else at home, and so you went to work with them on these days.

No one on the team minded at all- every Little had baby space time, and so the work floors of the Tower had a special nursery for such occasions.

You didn't particularly care for the baby space nursery, often crying when Steve or Bucky took you in there. It was too unfamiliar to you, as was baby space, and it just all rubbed you the wrong way.

If Steve or Bucky stayed with you in the nursery, you were usually pretty okay, but mostly slept your way through the day (baby space usually came on when you were super stressed or worried, so this was usually the response anyways- to just sleep).

The only times you were okay in the nursery without your daddies was when Peter was there.

If he was in baby space too (also rare, but it happened once or twice), you two would babble at each other and play with each other's fingers. All four of your caregivers would be lying if they said they didn't have videos of the two of you doing exactly that on their phones.

If he was in a bigger head space than you, he was super protective, often taking on an older brother style vibe.

He wouldn't let anyone other than your daddies within ten feet of you, acting like your own personal body guard, declaring that you were too little and delicate to get near. Tony nicknamed him "Spider-Guard" when he got like this.

He chased any other little away, as he and only he knew that you were just a tiny bit scared of any other little when you were in baby space. He was always nice to them about it, but he was taking no prisoners.

If you were upset, he would lay down next to you and rub your back until you felt better, or pat your leg gently. And for some reason, with Peter, it always worked.

Once you had settled down and in to the nursery, Peter would bring his legos over and you would watch him build worlds, absolutely fascinated, as you gnawed on your paci, wrapped in your blanket. He smugly enjoyed your rapt attention during these times.

Everyone got paci kisses. Absolutely everyone. All the time.

Natasha has a picture of Nick Fury getting a paci kiss that she fully intends to use as leverage against him someday.

At the end of the day, Steve and Bucky would take you home. You were often exhausted from the day, falling asleep in their arms before you could even get to your floor, safe and loved in your daddies' arms.

[rustbeltjessie]

If I Were an Ewok, My Sister Would Take Me and Name Me Sunshine

Well she actually said if you were an Ewok I would rescue you and name you Sunshine build you a tiny house in my backyard make your salads out of sunflowers comb your hair tickle your belly until your feet start to look like hairy propellers

            She would cuddle me             until my dreams are of thick forests             high treehouses             two moons in the sky             filled with endless stars

            Cuddle me             until my planet is emptied             from warmongers             planet thieves             planet destroyers             golden gods             troopers             rebels

            She would cuddle me back             to where her ancestors sang protection songs             in the morning beauty songs

She would tell me stories about her people how strangers from a distant land came and forced them to march how they had sticks that shot out lightning rods that cut deep forced them to march had them walk across the borders of their homeland had them watch as they murdered their women and children

            I would tell her stories about my people             how strangers from a distant planet             forced us to fight for our lives             how they had sticks that shot out lightning             rods that burned deep             forced us to fight their war             had us watch as they murdered our women and children

She would tell me of how these strangers came on horses how they ran her people off cliffs

            I would tell her how these strangers came in the belly of metal beasts             how they ran over my people

She would tell me how they came like shooting stars             I would tell her how they came on shooting stars

She would tell me about the day her people signed a treaty to go home how they promised to learn their strange ways she would sing the songs they sang on their way into their sacred mountains how they relit the fires in their homes to ward off future threats

            I would tell her about the day we watched the death star die             how we celebrated             how we used the helmets of our enemies as drums             how we raised the fires to ward off future threats

That was the day she told me they started to see more strangers on their land             That was the day I started to see more strangers on our planet

More people with lightning sticks             more people with rods that burn deep

More like shooting stars riding in with flags             more shooting stars landing in our fields

She would tell me how they were here to “save” her and her people             I would tell her how they needed to “save” me and my people

How they would give them freedom             how they would rescue us from the Dark Side

 They never stopped  They took language by force  they destroyed sacred sites  polluted water  until there was only the litter of war left  so they took to the stars  to a galaxy far far away

We would sit let our tears trail down our faces gazing at the stars mapping out the systems holding each other as sisters

—Rowie Shondeen Shebala, from Poetry Magazine (March 2025)

[hyper-fixated-princess]

there are SO MANY similarities between The Empyrean Series and How To Train Your Dragon

***IRON FLAME SPOILERS AHEAD***

Both Violet and Hiccup are seen as weaker because of their poor physical abilities and strength, even though they are BRILLIANT

Both have one “dead” parent, and the other is the Chief/Commander of the place they call home

Both Lilith and Stoick don’t realize how actually incredible their child is and are constantly disappointed in them because they don’t follow their steps (giving them both major mommy/daddy issues)

Hiccup and Violent bond very powerful, deadly and legendary black dragons

Violet sees herself in Andarna, which is why she decides to protect her and Hiccup sees himself in Toothless, which is why he sets him free

Major characters who are thought to be dead (Valka and Brennan), happen to be very much alive and leading a rebellious life against what they were told was the truth their entire lives

Hiccup becomes the first ever dragon rider in Berk and Violet is the first know human to bond two dragons

Hiccup builds himsef a saddle to be able to ride Toothless and Xaden has one made for Violet so she can ride Tairn

Toothless can summon lightning and camouflage himself, Violet can weild lightning and Andarna can camouflage herself.

Both Stoick and Lilith sacrifice themselves trying to save their child in the middle of a battle

Dragons in both worlds have a place where no humans are allowed and they also have an established leadership system

Enemies to lovers story (kind of) where they become an unstoppable power couple who work amazing together in battle

Astrid and Xaden (love interests) are both strong, top of their class and amazing fighters

Character who rides a dragon looses his leg

Both religious systems have multiple deities and characters use the exclamation “Gods!” a lot

Those are the ones I can think of right now but I’m sure there’s a lot more.

[voldrinofthenorth]

When I sleep, I dream of rain.

REROUTING POWER TO TENGU BOOSTERS. INITIATING EMERGENCY THRUST.

I remember our home, a world of water and storms. I remember the sound of cascading droplets upon domes of glass.

WARNING - REACTOR HEAT LEVELS CRITICAL!

I saved that kid when everything went wrong. Travelled with him halfway across creation to our new home.

FIRING GANDIVA ROCKETS

FIRING SHARENGA ROCKETS

NEAR-THREAT TAEGETING SENSORS LOCKED, FIRING VIGILANTE ROCKETS

INITIATING CONCUSSIVE LIGHTNING LAUNCHER BARRAGE

Why do the people I am charged with protecting always throw themselves into harms way?

JAVELIN TARGET ACQUIRED, DELIVERING PAYLOAD

JAVELIN TARGET ACQUIRED, DELIVERING PAYLOAD

In a way, I suppose I am proud of their bravery.

LEFT SHOULDER AMMUNITION AT ZERO PERCENT, RELOAD REQUIRED

RIGHT SHOULDER AMMUNITION AT ZERO PERCENT, RELOAD REQUIRED

Would that the pride were not accompanied by fear.

PILOT STRESS LEVELS RISING. ADMINISTERING SEDATIVES.

PREVIOUS PROTOCOL CANCELLED BY PILOT.

MANUAL OVERRIDE ACCEPTED. ADMINISTERING STIMULANTS.

Regardless, I remain a Knight, even in these far reaches of the Galaxy. I will protect them.

AP AT FIFTY—

AP AT THIRTY PERCENT.

WARNING - HULL INTEGRITY COMPROMISED.

I feel my throat go hoarse from screaming. I don't normally lose my composure like this. Maybe the stress is finally getting to me.

MANUAL SAFETY LIMITER OVERRIDE ACCEPTED.

REROUTING POWER TO PRIMARY WEAPONS SYSTEMS.

WARNING - REACTOR HEAT LEVELS CRITICAL!

A hail of bullets and missiles upon our enemies. When I am done, they, too, shall dream of rain.

FIRING GANDIVA ROCKETS

TARGET 1 DESTROYED.

TARGET 2 DESTROYED.

TARGET 3 HULL COMPROMISED.

At least I can trust in my comrades to have good aim.

TARGET 3 DESTROYED.

[maswartz]

Power Rangers Bolt Boosters

(Logo by WryytArt)

A brilliant inventor in Italy created a device he dubbed the Bolt Booster. The booster can store and release massive amounts of electricity capable of supercharging machines. However nobody would buy it due to the cost of production. One day he met a man named Alessandro Voltolini who agreed to fund the production of the Bolt Boosters. The inventor and his siblings went to work making the first set of the boosters immediately. One night however there was an accident when the main Booster overloaded and exploded, seemingly killing Alessandro. One year later though Alessandro resurfaced, now calling himself the Bolt Baron he exhibits electric powers and leads a force of robots all powered by Bolt Boosters to take over the world. Racked with guilt the inventor creates gear for him and his siblings to use as Power Rangers to defeat this threat.

Power Rangers Bolt Boosters! Ride the Lightning!

Red Boost Ranger- Enrico Cavalcante- A tech genius who gave up many opportunities to help raise his two younger siblings. He created the Bolt Booster system but was unable to find anyone willing to listen to him until he met a rich young man named Alessandro who agreed to fund his project. Enrico never told his siblings the truth of the accident. He discovered Alessandro was attempting to weaponize the Bolt Boosters and a fight broke out which led to the main Booster overloading. Out of guilt Enrico created the morphers and zords to combat Alessandro when he resurfaced as the Bolt Barron. Blaze Booster- Months after forming the Rangers, Enrico returned to the scene of the the accident and recovers one of his prototype Boosters. He deemed this particular model a failure due to it creating intense amounts of heat. With Lorenzo's help Enrico reworks the Blaze Booster into a battilizer, using the excess heat to supercharge its weaponry including a powerful blaster that shoots high pressure water. Face Claim: Vincent Martella

Blue Boost Ranger- Rinaldo Cavalcante- A software genius who can program or hack into anything. He tends to overthink during stressful situations but once he has settled on a plan of action he strikes. Face Claim: Luca Saviozzi Murphy

Pink Boost Ranger- Marianna "Mari" Cavalcante- A former car model who wants to prove she belongs behind the wheel instead of posing near the cars. Tends to take risks in order to get the respect she feels she deserves. Face Claim: Lucia Luna Laurenti Sellers

Black Boost Ranger- Giovanni Romano- A romantic who once dated Mari before the two had a mutual break up. Not long after she introduced Giovanni to her brother Rinaldo and the two began dating. He then became a ranger to help the trio defend people. In his spare time he is writing a romance novel called "Love at the Finish Line" Face Claim: Leo Gassmann

Orange Boost Ranger- Beatrice Valenti- A childhood friend of the siblings who spent most of her time at their home in order to escape her own broken home. After graduation she even lived with them until finding a place of her own. Hides her insecurities about not being as gifted as the others beneath a joking carefree exterior. Became a ranger to help repay the siblings for all they've done for her. Face Claim: Angela Giarratana

Violet Boost Ranger- Lorenzo Adesso- The illegitimate son of Alessandro. For years he hated his father for casting his mother and him out to protect his own image. One day not long after witnessing the Bolt Barron's announcement Lorenzo receives a package in the mail containing a Bolt Booster and a morpher as well as instructions on how to modify it. The package also included a note from Alessandro claiming that Enrico was to blame for the accident that turned him into the Bolt Barron. Lorenzo used the morpher to confront the Rangers only to learn the truth about the accident. Angered at having been used as a pawn by Alessandro he vows to avenge himself and his mother and finally get revenge for all that his father has done by joining the Rangers. Face Claim: Pietro Castellitto

The Red, Blue and Pink Boost Rangers are armed with the Bolt Blasters and Booster Batons. Mari often improvises using the Baton upside down as the Booster Basher. When in Boost the power can be channeled into this to shoot pulses of energy. The Black and Orange Boost Rangers are armed with the Bolt Axes and Booster Blades. The Violet Boost Ranger is armed with the Bolt Bow. All the Rangers can use the tires on their suits for travel or attacks. Enrico can also call on the Trailer Cannon which the Rangers load their cars into to launch at the enemy. The Rangers can release the built up charge in their morphers to access a Booster mode. This supercharges their bodies with electricity enhancing their speed and striking power as well as the ability to launch energy tires at enemies. They can only maintain this for two minutes without risking harm.

By using the Motor Storm Zord with their morphers the Rangers gain the Motor Storm Form in which they are able to summon any zord weapon.

Bolt Zords! Boost Up!

A series of special vehicles enhanced by Bolt Boosters. Each Ranger has multiple Zords Red Boost Ranger Bolt Trailer Zord- Forms the base of the Megazords Bolt Racer Zord- A blazing racecar that can ignite with powerful flames. Bolt Hot Rod Zord- A classic speedster that turns into a slashing sword Bolt Flame Rescue Zord/Blazing Lion Zord Bolt Flame Zord- A swift firetruck speeding to the rescue Bolt Rescue Zord- A powerful ladder truck that combines with the Flame Zord. Blue Boost Ranger Bolt Off Road Zord- An off road vehicle that turns into a lance. Bolt Aqua Zord- An aquarium car that shoots energy blasts

Pink Boost Ranger Bolt Wagon Zord- A quick car that turns into a hand Bolt Hunter Zord- A safari car that turns into a claw Black Boost Ranger Bolt Patrol Zord- A police car that turns into a spiked clamp Bolt Squad Zord- A police van that turns into a pair of pistols Orange Boost Ranger Bolt Digger Zord- An excavator that turns into a missile launcher. Bolt Dozer Zord- A bulldozer that turns into a hammer Violet Boost Ranger Bolt Formula Zord- A high speed racing zord. Motor Storm Carrier Zord- A mighty carrier zord capable of carrying all the Bolt Zords. Nitro Boost Zord- An auxiliary zord that turns into boosters for the Motor Storm Carrier. Bolt Booster Megazord- The Trailer zord combines with two zords forming arms and weapons to access various modes Bolt Booster Megazord RBP Tri Mode Trailer Zord Off Road Zord Wagon Zord Bolt Booster Megazord Red Warrior Mode Trailer Zord Racer Zord Hot Rod Zord Bolt Booster Megazord Black Officer Mode Trailer Zord Patrol Zord Squad Zord Bolt Booster Megazord Orange Construction Mode Trailer Zord Digger Zord Dozer Zord Bolt Booster Megazord Monster Mauler Mode Trailer Zord Aqua Zord Hunter Zord Formula Racer Megazord Formula Zord Bolt Racer Megazord Trailer Zord Off Road Zord Wagon Zord Formula Zord

Blazing Bolt Megazord Trailer Zord Flame Zord Rescue Zord Bolt Bazooka Formation Blazing Bolt Megazord Formula Racer Megazord All Zords Motor Storm Ultrazord Motor Storm Carrier Zord Nitro Zord Bolt Booster Megazord

Bolt Baron and his Lightning Legion

The Bolt Baron- Alessandro Voltolini- A man of great wealth and grand goals. He saw the potential of the Bolt Boosters the moment he met Enrico. Unfortunately that potential was to turn them into weapons of war. When Enrico found out the two fought causing the main Booster to overload and explode. During the explosion Alessandro's body was altered somehow allowing him to generate electricity from his own body. Fleeing the scene he hid in a secret factory he had planned to use to make the weapons. He spent months testing his new powers and using what he had learned from Enrico to build his own Bolt Boosters. He also built himself a set of powered armor to wear into battle. He then created a legion of robotic warriors to do his bidding.

BoomBlast- A robotic warrior capable of generating explosive waves from his body. His ego is stronger than his attacks. Thunder Tigress- A feline robot whose claws are charged with electricity. To the Barron's dismay she's just as lazy as a house cat. HiJax- A fixer bot who acts as Bolt Baron's confidant

Spirill- A warrior wielding a powerful drill and a drive to win no matter the cost. Created specifically to fight the Rangers. Rebuilt into stronger forms after defeats. Maddox- A repair bot who upgrades bots to increase their attack power. Recykil- A repair bot who can rebuild destroyed bots stronger than before. Jeevolt- A bodyguard for the Baron fashioned in the image of a butler. Bolt Breaker- A war machine built in the image of the Bolt Booster Megazord. BoltBots- Mass produced robotic warriors

Power Rangers Armored Boosters: A member of the Insetario still loyal to the previous warlord escapes stealing a Potenseto. They find their way to Earth where they steal a Bolt Booster and use it to boost the Potenseto's power causing both teams of Rangers to unite to deal with the threat.

Morphers: Bolt Morphers- Wrist worn Bolt Boosters. Red Blue Pink Hand Held- Black and Orange Gauntlet mounted- Violet Morphing Call: Boost Up the Power!

Morphing: The Rangers activate their Bolt Boosters and a ranger colored energy wheel is generated. As they activate it the morpher announces "Bolt" "Bolt Boost" "BOLT BOOSTERS!". They shoot it and when it hits a surface it speeds back to them. It then spins around the ranger from their feet up forming the suit before becoming the visor.

Location: Modena, Italy

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