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becertainlust · 3 months ago

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Can we get like gf reader x bf shoto todoroki who has been dating eachother since third year and now their young adults just smth smutty w/ that? 👀

i love your fics btw <3

LOOK, ALL CLEAN | Shota Todoroki

synopsis: On a lazy Sunday designated for chores, you don Shoto’s oversized shirt and enters the laundry room unaware of the silent storm she’s about to unleash. Since high school, Shoto’s transformation has been quiet but seismic: once distant and clipped, he now moves with an unspoken confidence, speaks only when necessary, and lets his touch convey everything he means.

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Shoto swears he hasn't changed since high school.

But oh—how he had changed.

Not in the gaudy manner of others who dress their transformation in jewels and noise, who parade their growth for claps and gasps. No, his metamorphosis was quiet—like winter melting into spring. A subtle thing. The kind that blooms behind your back and only shows its face when you turn and find yourself breathless.

For one, he spoke a little more now. Holds your gaze longer as though it were something precious, not a thing to be feared. Touched with intention, not like the hesitation of a baby deer.

He was still quiet—always had been. Now, it made your breath catch when he looked at you from across a room. Now, he didn’t pull back when he wanted you. He was just bold.

Just like now.

You were barefoot on the laundry room tiles, the dryer vibrating softly behind you, humming warmth against your calves. His shirt hung off your frame—big, soft, barely buttoned—and you weren’t wearing anything beneath it.

You hadn’t meant to tempt him. It was cleaning day. You were supposed to be folding towels. But when he passed by the open doorway and saw you stretched up to reach the top shelf, the shirt riding up just enough to bare the curve of your thighs—he didn’t say anything.

He just walked in. Calm. Silent.

Shoto’s arms wrapped around you, strong and steady, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his broad chest. The warmth of his body felt like an anchor, grounding you as the quiet hum of the dryer and your racing heartbeat filled the space.

His chin came to rest gently on your shoulder, his breath warm against the soft skin of your neck. For a moment, he just stayed there, silent, his presence comforting, and suffocating all at once. But then, without a word, his lips brushed against your neck, soft, slow kisses that trailed down your shoulder, each one deliberate, tender.

You shivered at the sensation, the gentle pressure of his lips like a promise, his breath so warm and steady against your thrumming pulse. His hands moved to your waist, holding you tighter, and he nipped at the skin just beneath your ear, sending a wave of heat through your entire body.

"You smell like laundry detergent," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, though his lips never stopped their path of affection, kissing your neck now, lingering just a little longer than the last.

You turned your head slightly, feeling his lips ghost over your skin, and caught a glimpse of the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, even as his eyes softened, the heat in them unmistakable.

“Do I?” you whispered, your voice barely audible, struggling to maintain control, to stop the way your body was leaning into his.

As Shoto’s hands roamed lower, the air between you thickened with rising desire. His touch was methodical, like he was trying to memorize every curve of your body, every dip and rise. His fingers traced the outline of your waist, skimming the hot skin beneath the shirt, sending jolts of heat through you. Each touch, each brush of his fingertips, feather-light, and you felt the weight of it, the way he claimed you without saying a word.

He litter kisses, his now cold lips firm, possessive, as he made his way down, leaving small hot hickies in his wake—each one marking you, making you gasp, the sensation both cold and stinging. His warm breath against your skin, every kiss deeper, more urgent, as though he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Shoto,” you breathed, your voice trembling as his fingers slipped under the hem of the shirt, teasing the soft skin of your stomach.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, his hand slid around your waist, pulling you even closer, your body now pressed fully against his. He could feel every inch of you, your heartbeat a rhythmic pulse against his chest.

With a quick movement, his lips found the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and he kissed it softly. Ever since finding out your sensitive spots his teeth and lips abused them ten fold, the hint of a bite making your breath catch. He knew what he was doing—knew exactly how to push you to the edge, how to make you ache for him.

“You’re mine aren't you?” he whispered against your skin, his voice low and lost in his world. “Every inch of you.”

His hands drifted lower, unhurried and sure, settling at your hips before drawing you back into him—flush, breath-stealingly close. You felt him then, firm and unmistakable, the weight of his desire pressing insistently against the curve of your ass.

His mouth never broke rhythm. Lips grazed your neck with deliberate hunger, branding you in kisses that burned and bloomed into bruises of want. One hand slid upward, fingers ghosting over your breasts, teasing the soft swell beneath your shirt. The other slipped lower, between your thighs, exploring with a heat that made your breath hitch.

You shifted—instinctively, desperately—just enough to pull back from the ache building low in your belly. But the movement only made him hold you tighter, drawing you deeper into the cradle of his body.

A sound escaped you. Soft. Unintended. A moan that trembled on the edge of surprise and something far more dangerous.

Shoto stilled.

Then, like a tide pulling in, he leaned close—his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice low, calm, threaded with something far more intense than curiosity.

“Feeling good?”

Your breath hitched.

You dipped your head, eyes cast down, shame and desire warring beneath your skin. Your fingers curled tighter around the warm body of the humming dryer, like it could anchor you. Shoto’s hand, still steady on your jaw, coaxed your gaze back to the mirror.

And there it was.

Truth, laid bare in your reflection: eyes glassy, lips parted, a flush blooming across your cheeks like a secret you couldn’t keep. You looked wrecked—bewildered by your own surrender, but too far gone to feign resistance.

One of his hands remained still between your thighs, heat pooling where his palm rested, unmoving yet unbearable. The other cradled your jaw, fingers soft but firm, guiding you to watch—to see. To feel.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t speak. Just stood behind you, pressed close, his presence a silent weight you could feel in your spine, in your breath. He hadn’t moved, not really—but you were surrounded all the same. Cloaked in him.

Your breathing came shallow, the quiet hum of the dryer a distant murmur beneath the drumbeat of your pulse. The mirror didn’t lie—this was no innocent moment, no chance encounter. This was deliberate. Intimate. Inevitable.

“You didn’t answer me,” he murmured, voice thick and low, brushing your ear like smoke curling around the wick before the flame catches. “Are you feeling good?”

You tried to swallow, but the words caught like honey at the back of your throat. You gave the smallest nod, almost imperceptible—but not to him.

He saw everything when it came to you.

“Use your words, baby,” he said, softer now. Like a promise. One hand slipped higher, skimming the inside of your thigh, pausing just where it ached most. The other still held your face, eyes locked with yours in the glass. “Or I’ll stop.”

The thought made your grip tighten, knuckles blanching as you clung to the edge of the dryer like it might save you.

Your voice came out breathless, a confession whispered through parted lips.

“Yes, Sho,” you said, barely more than air. “I feel good.”

The smirk in the mirror widened, but his eyes—they stayed molten. He dipped his head, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the curve where your neck met your shoulder. Your body arched into him instinctively.

“You make it hard to be patient,” he whispered, his teeth grazing skin that already felt scorched from his attention. “Walking around like this…”

“I wasn’t trying to tease you,” you murmured, even though your voice shook with want.

“I know,” he said, kissing lower, tongue flicking against your collarbone. “That’s what makes it worse.”

With that, his fingers finally slid between your thighs, gentle but deliberate. You gasped, body jolting from the contact, and he groaned against your skin—a real, guttural sound that made your knees buckle just slightly.

His free arm wrapped around your middle, keeping you upright, his chest pressed firm against your back as his fingers moved—lazy, tormentingly slow over your clothed clit . He was teasing you now, and he knew it.

“Shoto,” you whimpered, voice trembling like a taut wire, “please—”

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he murmured, voice husky with restraint.

“I do,” you whispered, turning your head just enough for your lips to brush his jaw. “I want you.”

Something cracked open in him at that. Not fast—not violent—but with the slow certainty of melting ice. He spun you gently, pressing you back against the warm machine. His hands settled on your hips, and he looked at you like he was trying to memorize you.

“Then you’ll have me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Every way you want.”

He lifts you up onto the dryer, near its edge his warm palm adjusts your legs, and he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands trailing down your thighs, fingers spreading to grip them softly—like he was anchoring himself. His breath was warm against your skin, and his eyes were on you, half-lidded, dark with intent.

He blinked slowly, lips parting like he’d just realized he was kneeling in front of something holy.

“You’re…” he started, voice a little too quiet, like it might break if he spoke too loudly and then he smiled. “Can't believe, you’re not wearing anything under this.” he dragged his fingers against your pussy.

You felt the heat rise to your face, but you didn’t look away. Just clutched the fabric of his shirt tighter, your knuckles brushing the top of his head.

His tongue dragged slowly across his fingers, collecting every trace of your slick with a soft, guttural hum in the back of his throat. His eyes never left yours, and the second his tongue made contact—your whole body shuddered.

“You—God, you can’t just do that,” you managed to say, your voice trembling.

Out of character. Unrecognizable eyes accustomed to his own fevered lust. The way he licked his fingers—deliberate, like he was savoring you—had your breath catching hard in your throat.

“Why not?” he asked quietly, voice like silk and smoke. He almost resembled a pouting puppy. “You taste too good not to.”

“I felt how wet you were just from my fingers,” he murmured, leaning in closer, the heat of his breath ghosting over your thighs. “What do you think’s going to happen when I use my tongue?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a second, overwhelmed by the promise in his voice, the hunger on his tongue.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, unfiltered, as heat flushed down your chest and pooled low in your belly. Your knees buckled slightly, only held up by the firm grip he still had on your thighs.

“Shoto—” you whispered, barely able to find your voice, your grip on the shirt tightening, bunching the fabric against your chest like you needed something—anything—to ground yourself.

Your thighs instinctively pressed together, but he was already between them, spreading you open again with just the weight of his palms and the gravity in his gaze.

His lips curved into something soft but sinful, a slow smirk dragging at the corner of his mouth, even as the blush stayed painted across his cheeks.

Your breath hitched. His words were so calm, but there was a tremble behind them—like he was holding himself back. Barely.

“Shoto,” you whimpered, softer now—needy, exposed.

His movements didn’t slow. In fact, Shoto’s pace quickened, as though he couldn’t get enough of the way you moaned, the way your body responded to him. Every stroke of his tongue was relentless, like he was marking you, claiming you in ways words couldn’t.

You couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped you—soft gasps, whimpers, your hips instinctively rolling toward his mouth, urging him closer. Every flick of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure so powerful, your head fell back against the dryer with a soft thud.

"Shoto..." you whimpered again, voice strained, your fingers gripping the edge of the dryer so tight you thought you might bruise.

He paused just for a second, pulling back to look up at you, eyes glazed with desire, his face slick from the way he’d been tasting you. He looked wrecked, like he was barely holding himself together.

“You taste so good, baby,” he breathed, his voice hoarse, almost desperate. His hands slid up your thighs to your waist, lifting you slightly to change the angle, and the shift made your body tremble in anticipation.

Without warning, he dove back in, his tongue working you over again with renewed intensity. He was hungry—for you, for the way you tasted, for the way you were falling apart in his hands. Each flick and swirl of his tongue brought you closer to the edge, your pulse quickening, your body buzzing with every breath.

“Shoto,” you gasped, a strangled cry slipping from your lips as the pleasure intensified, that tight coil in your belly tightening with every second.

He didn’t answer, but the way he sucked at your clit, his tongue circling in slow, torturous strokes, was more than enough to make you writhe beneath him. You couldn’t keep still—your body demanded release, and Shoto was determined to give it to you.

His hands gripped your hips now, holding you steady as he increased the pressure, making your back arch, your fingers scrambling to find something to hold on to. His hair, your hot face. the machine? The sounds you were making were desperate now—slutty, less controlled—and it only seemed to drive him wilder.

“You’re close,” he murmured against you, his lips still pressed to your core, the sound of his voice vibrating through you, “Come for me, baby.”

That was all it took.

With a sharp gasp, your entire body tightened. The coil inside you snapped, and you came—hard. Your back arched of wall you collapsed to, your legs trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. Shoto didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate. He held you through it, his tongue working you through the orgasm, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through your already overstimulated body.

You could barely catch your breath. The echo of your orgasm still pulsed in your limbs, leaving you loose, pliant, and aching all at once.

But Shoto wasn’t done.

His hand didn’t leave you—it only shifted. Gentle at first, coaxing you down from the high, his palm cradling the soft, trembling space between your thighs. Then, with a quiet inhale against your skin, he slipped one finger inside you.

You jerked—a soft, startled cry escaping your throat as overstimulation bloomed like fire through your belly.

"Shh," he murmured, brushing his mouth against the curve of your jaw, featherlight. "Just one. Let me."

The pad of his finger pressed deeper, finding that spot again—so effortlessly, like your body was made to respond to him. And then the other hand returned, thumb tracing lazy, torturous circles, not too fast, not too hard—just right. Just enough to make your hips twitch.

“No—Sho, I can’t,” you whispered, voice cracked and breathless, one hand reaching down to still his wrist.

Your fingers curled around him, weakly trying to halt the flood building again—but he only leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your open mouth. Not forceful. Not rushed. Just a kiss, slow and grounding. One that turned your protests to whimpers.

You melted into it, your grip faltering, falling away.

That’s when he crooked his finger.

The reaction was immediate—your whole body tensed like a bow drawn taut. Your head tipped back, he cushions it with his own hand, your mouth falling open with a soft, desperate gasp. Heat curled low again, impossibly sharper this time, like lightning crackling through soaked skin.

And then—

You broke.

It was different this time. Harsher. Deeper. A wave that ripped through you and dragged you under. You felt it before you even understood it—the wet gush, the tightening of your core, the way your hips bucked helplessly against his hand.

You squirted—loud, wet, unstoppable.

Your legs gave out, barely held upright by the wall at your back and Shoto’s arm at your waist. He held you steady, fingers still coaxing every last shiver from you, his lips at your temple, murmuring quiet praise like scripture.

“There it is,” he whispered. “That’s it, baby. Let it out.”

You collapsed into him, chest heaving, face flushed, the aftershocks still trembling through your limbs. "Sho" you moaned, as he slowly smoothing over your twitching pussy.

He drew back just enough to look at you—his eyes dark but gentle, his thumb wiping a stray tear from your cheek. He kissed the corner of your mouth, his breath mixing with yours.

“Did so well for me,” he said, voice hoarse with restraint and reverence. “Didn’t think you could—but you did. You gave it to me.”

And all you could do was nod, dazed and breathless, as he gathered you into his arms like you were something precious.

Because to him—you were.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tender, as he gently stroked his thumb along the inside of your thigh.

You couldn’t form words for a moment. You were still coming down from the high, but when you finally managed to catch your breath, all you could do was nod, your fingers reaching for him, pulling him up to your lips.

And without a word, you kissed him. Deep. Hot. As though you were trying to pull him into your very soul, desperate to feel him close after everything he’d just done.

A/n: Sorry for the late response to this request. Its exam season I am imprisoned.

#shoto smut #shoto x reader #shoto x you #shoto todoroki #mha smut #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero acedamia #todoroki smut

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hog-facts · 23 days ago

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riveramorylunar · 1 year ago

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Pairings: Nemuri Kayama x Blind Reader

Warnings: just pure fluff, height difference, age difference (Reader's 20 and Nemuri's 28)

Pet Names/Nicknames: Darling, sweetheart & Nemmie

Word Count: 3,040

Nemuri Kayama was a well-known Pro Hero, also known as the R-Rated Hero, Midnight. With her dark purple hair and striking blue eyes, she would often catch the attention of those around her. She was taller than most of the female Pro-heroes at 6 feet tall. She exuded confidence and strength, making her a fan favorite among the citizens of Japan. She was the number 5 hero but worked as a teacher at U.A. high. Despite her fame and success, there was one thing that Nemuri longed for, love.... She had been in several relationships before, but none of them seemed to work out. She was starting to lose hope of ever finding true love.

Y/N, a 20 year old girl, who has been blind since birth. She lived in a world where quirks were the norm. But for her it was all just darkness. She was able to control the element Earth and it's sub elements like metal, lava and seismic sense as her quirk. Seismic sense was the ability to detect vibrations from the ground. She had learned to deal with her disability even if some people thought it was weird. She had also learned how to use her quirk to help her. Due to her blindness when she was in her hero outfit she would always wear a blindfold.

Y/N was a huge fan of Nemuri even if she couldn't see her. Y/N always listened to Midnight's interviews on the TV. Every time she heard the woman's voice on the TV she'd smile. She knew just by her voice that she was a beautiful soul. So when she got the opportunity to join a tour at U.A. High she immediately took that offer. Although she wasn't able to see with her eyes she could feel with her hands and feet. That's why Y/N never wears shoes because it keeps her from using her Seismic sense.

She was standing in front of U.A. High the next day waiting for the other people who were joining the tour when she heard a loud voice. "You're Y/N correct" a man said and Y/N nodded before holding her hand out. She felt the man's hand grab her's before shaking it. "Pleasure to meet the Blind Bandit I'm All Might by the way" the man said and Y/N's eyes widened in shock.

"REALLY" Y/N shouted and All Might nodded before laughing. "Yes that's me" he said and Y/N smiled before letting go of his hand. "You're an amazing hero especially with a disability like yours" All Might said and Y/N giggles softly. "I mean my quirk helps me get around and thank you. It's nice to hear it coming from a hero who I look up to" Y/N said before she heard footsteps coming up behind her meaning the rest of the tour group is here. "Keep working hard Y/N" All Might whispered out before greeting the others.

Y/N followed the others but stayed behind a bit running her hands along the walls of the high school. All Might stops in front of a shut door. "This is the teachers lounge" he says before the door to the teacher's lounge opens. "Oh All might who are these people" a female voice said and Y/N stopped walking immediately as she recognized the voice from all the interviews she has listened to. "Oh Kayama these few are taking a tour of the school. Did you forget that was today?" All Might asked and Nemuri let out an angelic laugh. "Guess I did.... You don't mind if I tag along do you. There's nothing to do" Nemuri sighed out and Y/N heard All laugh. "Of course not Kayama" All Might said before walking again and the others followed except for Y/N who was just standing there causing Nemuri to look over at her.

"Oh who might you be" Nemuri asked as she walked up to Y/N. "Oh um it's uh Y/N" she said and Nemuri smiled before holding her hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet a cute girl like you the names Nemuri Kayama or better known as Midnight the R- Rated Hero." She said realizing that Y/N isn't shaking her hand before tilting her head to the side. She just smiles before putting her hand down. "So Y/N tell me are you a Hero" Nemuri asked as she began walking beside Y/N. "Yeah I just became one. I'm the hero Blind Bandit" Y/N said and Nemuri's eyes widened in shock before she looked over to see Y/N's eyes were white. "Oh!! You're her" Nemuri shouted out and Y/N nodded. "Well damn for a new Hero you've made a good impression so far. You're gonna be an amazing hero that kids look up to if they haven't already" Nemuri said causing Y/N to blush slightly. "Oh thanks, you're not too bad yourself. I mean you're one of the top heroes after all" Y/N says rambling on and Nemuri laughs at Y/N's rambling and blushing face.

"Come on I'll give you a better tour. You don't want to hear Toshinori keep talking about the history of how this building was built do you" Nemuri whispered out and Y/N giggled. "How will you make the tour better" Y/N said and Nemuri let out a chuckle before smirking. Well I can show you all the secret rooms this school has and even the best spots to look at the scenery" Nemuri said and Y/N thought of you. "Secret Rooms" Y/N asks and Nemuri stopped. "Yes I mean I need to get away from the students and teachers sometimes plus they're amazing" Nemuri said and Y/M hummed. "Okay count me in" Y/N said and Nemuri grinned in excitement. "Perfect come along" Nemuri said before taking Y/N's hand causing Y/N to blush.

Y/N followed Nemuri through the halls of the school as Nemuri showed her all of the secret places that she has found over the past years. "I hope you don't mind me asking but um if you're the number 5 hero why are you teaching at a school instead of going out in the field and fighting villains" Y/N asked as the two sat down in the cafeteria to grab a quick snack from lunch rush. "Well my quirk doesn't really give me much to fight with it only makes people fall asleep" Nemuri said as she took a bite of her food. "That would actually be a total advantage. If there's like a whole group of villains you could easily take them all out by making them pass out" Y/N said and Nemuri let out a hum. "I guess you're right never really thought of that" Nemuri sighed out before she looked at Y/N.

Nemuri was admiring Y/N's features especially her white eyes, freckles and her piercings. "You know you're really beautiful Y/N" Nemuri said and Y/N gulped down her food before choking as she blushed. "T-thanks.... So are you" Y/N muttered out after taking a sip of water. "How do you know, you can't see me" Nemuri says as she continues to watch Y/N. Y/N turned her head to look at Nemuri before smiling. "I don't have to see you to know that you have a beautiful and kind soul" Y/N says and Nemuri blushes slightly at that. "Well aren't you a charmer" Nemuri muttered out as she looked away and Y/N smiled. "I'm just stating the truth" Y/N said and Nemuri looked back at her and smiled softly.

As the two sat there Nemuri got a great idea. "So you know how Valentine's Day is coming up right" Nemuri asked and Y/N nodded her head. "Would you like to be my date for the Valentine's U.A. high party" Nemuri Kayama asked and Y/N's eyes widened in shock before she felt her face heat up. "Oh um w-why me" Y/N questioned and Nemuri giggled before smiling as she placed her hand on top of Y/N's. "Because I think you're absolutely adorable and I also want to get to know you more and like you said to me it's not about how beautiful someone is it's about their kind soul and personality, and I want to know more about your kind soul and personality along with what your favorite things are" Nemuri said and saw Y/N's face turn even more red causing her to smirk. "So what do you say Y/N" Nemuri said as she continued to look at Y/N. "Um sure I guess I'll go with you" Y/N muttered out and Nemuri smirked before squeezing Y/N's hand. "Perfect you won't regret it" Nemuri said before bringing Y/N's hand up to her lips and kissing it causing Y/N to blush even more.

"Should we go finish the tour" Nemuri said before standing up before Y/N nodded and stood up as well. As she turned around she almost tripped over the chair next to her and Nemuri caught her before giggling m "Careful darling, you okay" Nemuri said and Y/N nodded. "Y-yeah sometimes I forget to turn my quirk back on after sitting down and I sometimes run into things or almost trip over things when I stand back up" Y/N said as she smiled in embarrassment. "No need to be embarrassed sweetheart" Nemuri said while touching Y/N's shoulder while smiling.

Y/N was standing in front of U.A. High waiting nervously as she tugged on her tie while waiting for Nemuri to show up when someone stopped beside her. “You look amazing Y/N” Hizashi said before continuing. “Trying to impress a certain dark purple haired woman,” Hizashi teased,causing Y/N’s face to flush. “Oh Hizashi stop teasing her” Y/N heard Nemuri say before she smiled. “Well don't you look gorgeous darling but your tie is a little messed up” Nemuri said before stepping forward and grabbing Y/N’s tie before fixing it. Nemuri was wearing a dark long red dress that had a slit up to her thigh. After Nemuri fixed the tie she tugged on it a little causing a squeak to come out of Y/N’s lips before she saw Y/N’s face heat up. Nemuri chuckled before pulling away. “Shall we go in Darling” Nemuri said and Y/N nodded. Nemuri interlocked her arm with Y/N’s before heading to the school as Hizashi followed behind them.

Nemuri and Y/N entered the school and the students greeted them. Some stared at the two with widened eyes and opened mouths as the two walked by. Although Nemuri was enjoying the attention she only liked one person's attention and that's Y/N even though they just met a month ago. “I can feel their stares” Y/N muttered out and Nemuri giggled softly. “Well of course you can, they're staring at you because you look absolutely stunning in that suit, plus you wear it better than them” Nemuri said, causing Y/N’s face to flush. Nemuri let out a low chuckle before wrapping her arm around Y/N’s waist and pulling her closer.

The two walked into the huge gym and Nemuri greeted some of the other teachers while introducing Y/N to them. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you Y/N, Kayama would not stop talking about you for the past month” Higari said, teasing Nemuri causing both her's and Y/N’s face to flush. “Oh Y/N dear it's nice to see you again” Chiyo said and Y/N smiled. “I would say it's nice to see you again as well Recovery girl but you know I can't see” Y/N said causing Chiyo to laugh before smiling. “Oh dear you always know how to make me laugh let's catch up shall we, you need to tell me all about your little adventure around the world” Chiyo said before grabbing River's hand and dragging her away from Nemuri who just stared dumbfounded. “Looks like the old lady took your date” Hizashi said and Shota slapped him while Nemuri glared at him.

Nemuri watched Y/N and Recovery Girl from across the gym as she sipped on her glass of wine. Nemuri couldn't keep her eyes off of Y/N. Her laugh, her smile, her eyes and her overall beauty. Nemuri was captivated by all of it. Nemuri was still a bit hesitant because this was the first time she actually felt this type of way about someone and she didn't want to ruin it by going too fast. “Kayama, what are you thinking about” someone asked, causing Nemuri to snap out of it before looking over to her two best friends Hizashi and Shouta. “Oh nothing really, don't worry about it” Nemuri said and the two looked at each other before looking back at Nemuri. Hizashi wrapped his arm around Nemuri's shoulder and leaned in. “We know you're lying, come on, is it about Y/N” Hizashi said and Nemuri frowned. Shota titled his head before looking over towards Recovery girl and Y/N. “You're in love with her aren't you” Shota asked and Nemuri's eyes widened in shock as her face flushes. Hizashi smirked at that before squeezing Nemuri's shoulder. “You are” Hizashi shouted and Nemuri glared at him. “Shut up damn it” Nemuri scolded him and he rolled his eyes before letting go of her.

“Seriously though Kayama tell us the truth” Shota said as he leaned against the table. Nemuri sighed before she looked back over to where Y/N was smiling softly at whatever Recovery girl was saying. “Yeah I do, but it's only been a month since we've known each other” Nemuri said before drinking the rest of her wine. “So what it's love at first sight then, there's nothing wrong about that” Hizashi said and Shota rolled his eyes. “I don't think she's worried about that Hizashi” Shota said and Hizashi looked at him. “She's clearly nervous” Shota said and Nemuri gave him a death glare. “I am not” Nemuri growled out causing Shota to smirk. “Then go ask her to dance with you” Shota challenged and Nemuri huffed.

Nemuri made her way across the gym and over to Recovery Girl and Y/N. She stopped and smiled at Recovery Girl. “Sorry to interrupt you two but I'm stealing my date back* Nemuri said before grabbing Y/N’s hand and dragging her to the middle of the gym where others were dancing. “Nemuri what's going on” Y/N said and Nemuri stopped before turning around and looking down at Y/N. “Would you dance with me” Nemuri asked and Y/N frowned. “Nemmie I'm blind remember” Y/N said and Nemuri rolled her eyes before yanking Y/N forward and wrapping one of her arms around her waist. “Oh I remember” Nemuri said before grabbing Y/N’s hand with her free hand. “So what if you're blind, just let me guide you through the dance, I promise to go slow and not let you trip” Nemuri said and Y/N sighed before nodding her head. “Alright I trust you” Y/N said, causing Nemuri to smile widely. “Thank you darling” Nemuri said.

Nemuri had guided Y/N through the dance and the music. Y/N followed every dance step Nemuri was doing with her quirk. “See you're doing an amazing job, you don't need to see to dance sweetheart” Nemuri said as she spun Y/N around before pulling her back against her. “And you're also a really good dancer better than everyone else here” Nemuri continued as she whispered into Y/N’s ear causing Y/N to blush.

“Come on let's get some fresh air” Nemuri whispered to Y/N before grabbing her hand and leading Y/N out of the packed gym and through the halls of the school before outside. After the two stepped out the spring air hit them and Y/N shivered slightly. Nemuri sat down on the steps and helped Y/N sit down as well. “I wish you could see the sky, it's really beautiful tonight” Nemuri said and Y/N smiled as she tilted her head back slightly. “I bet it is but I know for a fact it's not as beautiful as you are” Y/N muttered out before her face flushed slightly. Nemuri blushed slightly as she looked away from Y/N. The two stayed silent for a couple minutes until Y/N spoke up. “Why did you choose me as your date to the Valentine's Party” Y/N asked and Nemuri looked over at her.

Nemuri sighed before stroking her hair through her long dark purple hair. “I guess I should just tell you now” Nemuri said and Y/N tilted her head. “Tell me what” Y/N asked and she heard Nemuri sigh, causing her to reach out to grab Nemuri's hand. “I like you Y/N….. wait no no I don't like you I love you” Nemuri blurted out and Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as her face flushed again but more this time. “W-what “ Y/N stuttered out and Nemuri leaned in closer and cupped Y/N’s face. “I love you Y/N, I've loved you since we first met. I've never felt this way about anyone but you're different in a good way of course. Just something about you had drawn me towards you and I can't seem to get you out of my head” Nemuri admitted and Y/N was shocked causing her to stay quiet. “You don't have to say anything back I just wanted to get it out” Nemuri said before Y/N snapped out of her shock before smiling softly. “I love you too Nemmie” Y/N said and Nemuri let out a sigh of relief. “C-can I kiss you” Nemuri asked and Y/N nodded her head. “Yes” Y/N said and Nemuri leaned in and closed the gap between them and kissing her.

Taglist: @livin4theeradicator, @gaylorvader

#nemuri kayama x reader #midnight x reader #Nemuri Kayama #Midnight #mha midnight #nemmie my beloved midnight💜☄️#BNHA #MHA

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marvelshifter111 · 1 year ago

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Earth related superpower pack

Geokinesis: the ability to control and manipulate earth and rock

Geomancy: the ability to communicate with the Earth and understand its secrets

Fossilization: the ability to turn living creatures into fossils

Seismic sense: the ability to sense vibrations and the earth's core

Soil manipulation: the ability to control and mold soil and sand

Gemstone creation: the ability to create and manipulate gemstones

Seaborne life manipulation: the ability to control and communicate with sea creatures

Rock armor: the ability to create rock armor around the body

Terrakinesis: the ability to control and manipulate earth and plants

Magmatic power: the ability to control and manipulate magma and lava.

Superhero names | Visuals | Masterlist

#shiftblr #reality shifting #desired reality #shifting community #shifting #reality shift #shifting realities #luna's power lists

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celadons-penultimate · 3 months ago

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Agent Daisy Johnson is a biracial (half-Asian, half-White) hero, the unconquerable Quake; mad science experiments by her supervillain father (Mr. Hyde) activated her Inhuman power to control vibrations in utero (w/o need for Terrigenesis, the process normally used to activate others of her kind); though, she shuns her father's villainy, and since her teen years, her formidable seismic powers have aided Nick Fury & the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Inhumans, as well as heroes like the Secret Warriors, Avengers & Force Works!

#Quake (Marvel)#Quake #Daisy Johnson #Skye #Chloe Bennett #Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.#Agents of SHIELD #S.H.I.E.L.D.#SHIELD #Nick Fury #Phil Coulson #Secret Warriors #Avengers #Inhumans #Force Works #Marvel #Character Appreciation

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gigaroni · 10 days ago

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The G-Class Automation: "Seismic Ear".

OAET ARCHIVE -> Automations -> G -> Seismic Ear

DATA LOG: Edited 12,395 SCR Calendar.

The Seismic Ear is an 850 meter tall, imposing stationary automation built by the irradiated.

Designed to be dropped onto a planets surface from orbit, the Seismic Ear sends destructive "Taps" into the ground using six enormous slamming weights flanking the structure. the automation then listens to the ground using the tips of these taps, to determine the distance, shape, and potentially composition of any underground structure within an average range of 1,400 km.

DEPLOYMENT:

Seismic Ears are usually stored on cargo vessels, or more often: a dedicated orbital assembly platform. A target is chosen from orbit, using the cargo vessel itself to survey and calculate a trajectory to the desired location, with an accuracy of around 20 centimeters.

Once a location is picked: the seismic ear is deployed from the station to land at the chosen site from orbit. The shape of the six flanking pistons, plus the device atop the structure (usually airbrakes or thrusters) allows it to control its descent into the atmosphere partially, insuring it impacts face first into the ground, Usually at supersonic speeds.

Once landed, the automation will begin probing the soil using instruments in the front of the central chassis. Once the local composition is determined, it will begin the "Tapping".

TAPPING

Once a Seismic Ear is ready, they begin extending their six hammers high into the air, and then letting gravity do the rest of the work.

Depending on the soil composition: The automations can deploy a tiny atomic bomb within the sensing fingers of the hammers to ensure a good Tap. They repeat this for several years to build up an accurate history of Taps.

These taps usually sound very similar to distant thunder, due to the massive amount of soil being violently osculated. This "Thunder" can last several minutes after a single tap. The only difference is the first shockwave. This shockwave has a much harsher "Static" sound to it.

HEARING

After a single Tap, the structure will listen to the vibrations sent throughout the depths, and using the information provided, construct a detailed map of the underground networks. The Irradiated commonly use this to spy on underground facilities.

REPURPOSE

After the local area is mapped completely, the Seismic Ears then go into a dormant state, to act as either a Communications tower, or a landing pad for future Irradiated activities. Dormant seismic ears are usually never activated again.

DEFENSE

There are rare times when an ear is reactivated temporarily, to warn trespassers.

This can also be used as a last ditch effort to destroy a threat to the SCREI radiation, by repurposing the small atomic bombs used for tapping. This "Suicide attack" usually destroys the entire ear, but also leaves a large crater in the area. These incidents are nicknamed "Slams" due to the sheer destruction they can cause.

During use, however: seismic ears on their own are pretty defenseless. The most they can do is send out a shockwave. Usually, due to this flaw, an active seismic ear will have a fleet of smaller automations guarding the structure. Most of these are flying, or burrowing automations.

it is Ill advised to try and take down an inactive seismic ear, but active ears are easy to disable, if broken into. Avoid agitating the guarding automations.

#artists on tumblr #worldbuilding #music #screi #3d model #3d artwork #loud audio

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viviaubm · 2 years ago

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Autumn screams about how good monster hunter designs are 1: Shara Ishvalda

this guy isnt really my favorite monster or anything but its one of the monsters i feel the most strongly about if that makes any sense to you. i dont know who needs to be told this but rock monsters are fucking cool. dude looks like a fucking primordial god of the very ground we stand on.

i think its safe to say its sick as FUCK that they actually like. didnt just use the same type of rock for this dude. like theres actual variation in this guy's armor which you dont really see much of in media containing big rock dudes. including monster hunter itself

basarios for example is just like. a rock wyvern. with one kind of rock. but i really think it goes to show how much the design team for monster hunter has improved given that basarios is from the first game and shara ishvalda is relatively new. i just think thats pretty damn neat.

there are no good pictures of this so you gotta trust me when i talk about how cool it looks when you weaken its parts. most monsters just like put a texture over its leg or its head and call it a day but with shara its much more unique. like it actually changes the color of the rocks.

anyway once you crack this cold boy open youre greeted with the most terrifying eldritch nightmare youve seen in your entire goddamned life

im not sure how to describe this thing other than it being cool as hell. its wings are like. fucking veiny. and look like roots. they look like exposed nerves. and this fuckin guy causes seismic activity by CONTROLLING VIBRATIONS. this guys fuckin clothes were kept on with vibrations. and i just. fucking need to talk about how goddamn cool that concept is and how they utilize it.

THIS BITCH FUCKING MAKES DRAGON BALL LAZERS BY VIBRATING THE GODDAMNED AIR. ITS JUST STRAIGHT UP DOING SOME GOKU SHIT. IT ALSO JUST DOES A SPIRIT BOMB?? FROM DRAGON BALL?? MADE OUT OF VIBRATIONS??? AS ITS ULTIMATE ATTACK??? ITS FUCKING AWESOME.

AND IT GETS FUCKING SCIENTIFICAL IN THIS BITCH. IT VIBRATES THE SAND TO MAKE IT ACT LIKE A LIQUID. THATS A REAL THING. THATS JUST ACTUAL SCIENCE.

and dont worry it gets scarier when you hit it more

it opens its fucking eyes. i dont like that. it gives me the heeby jeebies. its great though. its modeled in a specific way to always be looking at the camera no matter what angle youre at. so its just fucking staring at *you*. not the hunter. but like actual you in real life.

quite beautiful and also fucking terrifying if i say so myself.

the lotus flower motif on its design is really cool. i didnt know you could make a design basedon a flower that goddamned terrifying but i like it.

unfortunately there arent many good pictures of it but when you break its parts off with your big cool weapon its like. a fucking amethyst geode. this fucking thing is just rocks all the way down.

in conclusion i think its really neat how capcom managed to make a creature seem so fucking terrifying and incomprehensible in a game where the creature still fucking make sense as part of an ecosystem no matter how wild they get. i dont know what monster i'll be screaming about next but i probably will. probably astalos or something

#autumn monhun screeching #Monster Hunter #Shara Ishvalda

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shysquidthing · 3 months ago

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Good day, dear! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Not really a request, but I really love ramblings about OC! Sooo, may you tell me more about your BSD OCs? Like their place in fandom for example? Maybe about their personalities?

With love,

Tilli

Hello my wonderful friend (✿^‿^)

I am so glad to hear from you and for you to voice your interest in a few of these oc's of mine! For this post, I will focus more on Ophelia and Avalon the most and will come back to my others soon!

Avalon

An ancient and primordial form of being, Avalon has spent much time on Earth in the last several centuries, taking on the guise of an everyday human, finding their odd customs and habits to be rather endearing.

She currently holds no alliance to any being or team, merely calling herself a Roaming Traveler in search of a new adventure, though that does not stop her from making a few friends along the way. Louisa is someone who she sees often, as the shy woman is rather kind to her and always has something interesting to speak of.

Those who know her would refer to her as someone who was kind to them in their time of need, and then she would simply vanish.

This was her way for a number of years, merely helping where she could to those who truly needed it. It is how she encountered many of our known cast within this series.

There is this uncanny valley feeling for those who see her, looking human, but certainly isn't.

While she is one who is often kind, she is not without anger and destruction. In a past life that she has since left behind, Avalon was known as her kinds most destructive destroyer, though for reasons unknown. Some say it was merely how she was created, others spin a long tale of revenge for an event in her past. It is also uncertain as to what made her stop and there are still speculations to this say.

Avalon currently resides on a small homestead where she tends to a plethora of animals and plants, gaining several visitors here and there, the most memorable being an eldritch creature much like herself..........

Ophelia

She has been on her own for quite some time, not that it was ever intentional, only that she knew her mother left one day for work and had not come back, and it is now over ten years later.

Her ability first revealed itself when she was close to ten years old, noticing how whenever her emotion would grow more uncontrolled, the world around her seemed to tremble. Her ability allows her the ability to manipulate vibrations, that would lead to seismic control and control over kinetic energy.

For many years, she flew under the radar of a number of agencies until it would all catch up with her in the form of the Port Mafia. Her ability, being as deadly and dangerous as it was, had caught their attention when word finally circled around to them. It was also because of this danger that had many seeking against going to her, in fear of being on the receiving end of these powerful burst of energy.

It was thought best to send in someone who could easily fight from a farther range if needed, hence why Ryuunosuke Akutagawa was sent in, but it was still a grueling fight that still left both standing, but certainly worse for wear. His only hesitation? He had seen that look in her eyes before... on himself.

It was actually Gin that got Ophelia to lower her guard. A promise of safety, a more safe place to rest her head... food, even payment, just to only work a few jobs when called.

Everything else folded into history.

There is certainly more that I would love to talk about with them, but this would turn out to be freakishly long! If there is anything else you want to know, please send in a message and let me know!

Until next time, starlings~ (✿^‿^)

#squid writes #bungou stray dogs #bsd #squid answers #BSD oc's #original character #requests open #ask box open #OC ask box open

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tcnebris · 15 days ago

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meet ravi pacheco!

mutant with seismic vibration abilities — 30 years old — he/him — verse — demolition and structural safety specialist

intense — reserved — self-critical — magnetic — emotionally volatile

ravi pacheco carries the weight of the earth beneath his feet — each step sending subtle tremors echoing his inner storm. his power pulses with raw, visceral energy, tangled deeply with his emotions, creating a tension both destructive and magnetic. the destructive capabilities of his power won't bring him fame or adoration — so ravi doesn't seek it.

professionally, he channels his abilities into precise, controlled destruction — wielding his power as both weapon and shield. his allure lies in contrast: a man who embodies raw force yet harbors deep insecurities and desires. beneath his stoic exterior burns a fierce need for trust, control, and connection, even as he battles the tremors within.

rough sex — power play — body worship — edge play — role reversal

#musings #m: ravi pacheco #finally adding a brazilian muse hello #what's wrong with me #muse intro

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rheemax1014 · 3 months ago

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Steady, secure, and built to last! 🏗️⚙️ Tecoustics delivers cutting-edge vibration and seismic solutions to protect structures, equipment, and people. Because stability matters! 🌍🔩 http://bit.ly/t3c8tcs

#vibration control and seismic design #weldments #vibrationcontrol #Vibration control Toronto #Seismic Restraint

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secretofpandora · 4 months ago

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🛡️ FILE #PRD-008: “MONOLITH”

📝 BASIC INFORMATION

Subject Name: [REDACTED] Known Alias: Monolith Callsign: Monolith Status: ACTIVE Affiliation: Pandora Division: Pride — The Tanks Faceclaim: Joe Manganiello Date of Birth: [REDACTED] Age: 46 Place of Origin: [REDACTED] Sex / Gender: Male (He/Him) Mutation Type: Terrakinesis Recruitment Date: 8 years ago Sexual Orientation: [REDACTED] Alignment Profile: [CLASSIFIED]

💪 PHYSICAL INFORMATION

Height: 6'8" (203 cm) Build: Towering, heavily muscled, and broad-shouldered—built like a human tank. His presence is physically overwhelming, with a wide chest, thick arms, and legs that seem carved from stone. Despite his massive frame, he carries himself with calm control and fluid movement. Complexion: Olive-toned with a sun-warmed bronze tint from years in the field; skin bears the weathered texture of a lifelong soldier. Hair: Short, dark brown to near-black—typically kept military neat or casually tousled. Facial Hair: Full, salt-and-pepper beard; rugged but carefully maintained, reinforcing his mature and imposing presence. Body Hair: Minimal to none. Naturally smooth-chested, with only faint growth along the arms and legs. Maintains a clean, tactical appearance that reflects military grooming standards. Distinguishing Features: A long scar from his left shoulder down to his ribcage (a pre-Pandora injury earned during a classified raid); hands are calloused and weathered from years of handling terrain, firearms, and heavy equipment. Tattoos: None. Subject cites discipline, utility, and personal reasons for abstaining. Says he “remembers better without ink.”

🧠 PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

Psych Eval Tags: Affable, Generous Reprimands: [REDACTED] — see file: Behavioral Note P-112 (“Overprotective & Restless”)

Subject presumed deceased by all civilian records. Recovered and recruited following Operation Oathkeeper. Now functions under the codename “Monolith.” Selected for exemplary military performance, battlefield integrity, and command loyalty. Known for prioritizing team survival over mission expedience.

�� ABILITY OVERVIEW

Primary Mutation: Terrakinesis Subject possesses control over earth and stone on a localized level, most commonly utilized in protective barriers, terrain manipulation, and seismic awareness. Subject can sense subtle ground vibrations and structural shifts within a radius of approximately 50 meters.

Secondary Traits: — Exceptional hand-to-hand combat and close-quarters military tactics — Skilled in field leadership, coordination, and command adaptability — Unshakable psychological profile under pressure

Limitations: — Mutation is strongest when subject maintains direct contact with the ground — Large-scale manipulation can cause structural fatigue and short-term neural strain — Subject is vulnerable in urban or metallic environments with limited access to natural ground

🧠 TACTICAL PROFILE

Division Expertise:

Brute Force

Battlefield Endurance

Selected Expertise:

Tactical Foresight

Proficiencies:

Athletics

Pain Tolerance

Insight

Intimidation

Close Combat Mastery

Deficiencies:

Deception

Sleight of Hand

⚙️ EQUIPMENT & SUIT DESIGN

Monolith’s gear is designed for battlefield durability and environmental connection. His tactical suit features reinforced plating over the chest, shoulders, and shins—engineered to absorb high-impact damage without limiting mobility.

Key Features: — Adaptive boot system allows partial exposure of the soles for seismic contact without sacrificing foot protection — Heavy-duty belt frame supports the weight of terrain manipulation surges — Flexible ground-pulse sensors built into the knees and palms — Tactical helmet built to withstand falling debris and concussive impacts — Deployable visor to protect the eyes from dust, dirt, and airborne stone fragments during high-impact terrain shifts — Suit bears no insignia beyond a small, engraved "PRD-008" on the spine plate

The aesthetic is utilitarian, grounded, and distinctly unyielding—just like the agent who wears it.

📂 FIELD NOTES — BACKGROUND PROFILE

They say strength is inherited, but subject built his the hard way.

Born into a long-standing military bloodline, subject was raised with tradition braided into his spine. Father, grandfather, older brother—all servicemen. Childhood was shaped by folded flags, clean boots, and quiet expectations. Subject did not resist them. Subject understood them.

Joining the Marines was never in question. Becoming a Raider was the objective—and subject earned it. Through grit, through discipline, through sheer refusal to quit. Subject became the kind of operator others relied on instinctively. Known for composure under pressure and mission resilience.

Pandora flagged the [REDACTED] bloodline for surveillance over multiple decades, citing exemplary genetic, psychological, and performance profiles. Subject was approached at the height of his military career and offered the opportunity to extend his protective reach on a global scale. Subject accepted without hesitation.

Two years of advanced training followed. Mutation integration via serum was seamless. Subject demonstrated immediate compatibility and full regulatory control over Terrakinesis. Mutation enables localized terrain manipulation, structural reinforcement, and seismic awareness. Subject exhibits above-standard environmental control and spatial reliability in high-pressure combat zones.

After eight years of operational deployment, subject is now a core asset of Pride Division. Primary function is battlefield anchoring, team shielding, and environmental control under high-stakes conditions. Known for absorbing enemy focus to preserve team cohesion. Protective behaviors have resulted in both commendation and official reprimand.

Subject does not seek recognition. Subject functions to ensure others return home intact.

🔒 [CLASSIFIED: LEVEL 7 CLEARANCE REQUIRED]

Unofficial Agent Notes — Subject: Monolith The following is considered sensitive material and is restricted to authorized psychosexual analysis and biometric logs.

Subject demonstrates an exceptionally high drive for physical connection, believed to be directly linked to protective instincts and prolonged exposure to high-stress combat.

Described in internal medical logs as 9 inches, uncut, proportionate and consistent with the subject’s overall stature.

Sexual behavior is confident and deeply generous; noted as versatile in position, with a natural inclination toward a service-oriented approach. Subject consistently prioritizes partner satisfaction, frequently placing their pleasure and comfort above his own, sometimes to the detriment of personal rest or recovery. He exhibits a strong affinity for physical worship and verbal praise, responding positively to expressions of admiration, both given and received.

While he often assumes the lead in intimate scenarios, subject displays marked flexibility, readily adapting to partner preferences regardless of position. His focus remains singular: to meet his partner’s desires with attentiveness and care, whether by taking control or surrendering it as required. Physical intimacy is characterized by deliberate, grounding touch and an emphasis on connection, favoring positions that enable full-bodied contact and sustained closeness.

Known to be exceptionally affectionate during aftercare, maintaining emotional availability post-encounter. Eye contact, grounding touch, and verbal affirmation are consistent behavioral patterns, reinforcing his role as a protective and reassuring presence. Subject operates under an old-school code of respect and consent, favoring slow, deliberate escalation over impulsive behavior. The phrase “ask me nicely” appears multiple times in unofficial field gossip, underscoring his preference for mutual respect and clear consent.

Subject has no confirmed romantic entanglements but is known to form intense emotional attachments to those he is assigned to protect.

FILE STATUS: OPEN LAST UPDATED: [REDACTED]

#pandora.intro

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scarlet--wiccan · 10 months ago

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If Chthon never blessed her with Chaos Magic, which amplified her mutant power to become probability manipulation, then what's your theory of her actual pure mutant power could be?

Just as a follow-up, after I made this post, Busiek himself commented and added some extra clarity--

What we said was that her mutant power would have channeled some form of natural force (a la her father's magnetism), but Chthon shifted things so that she channeled chaos magic. So what she was putting out was chaos magic, but uncontrolled chaos magic was simply disruptive -- she was essentially hurling chaos-grenades, as she put it. And chaos disrupts order, thus causing improbable things to happen. So she wields chaos magic -- the process of wielding it is the mutant part, the stuff she wields is the magic part. Her training in magic gave her more control over what she was doing with it.

Thanks @kurtbusiek !

Busiek states that Wanda's nascent mutant power would have channeled some form of natural force, similar to Magneto's, which I think we can categorize as an elemental mutation. There are a lot of different mutants with elemental powers, and they don't all work the same way, but if I had to guess, I imagine Wanda would have something similar to Magneto himself, or Rictor, back when his power was more about seismic vibrations-- we're talking about intangible forces of nature and scientific phenomena, not literal elemental bending like in ATLA.

What exactly would that be? I don't know. Probably not magnetism itself, since that would make Lorna redundant. Maybe something related to acceleration and inertia, as a compliment to Pietro's speed.

Nowadays, it's kind of a moot point. The same explanation for how her powers came together still holds, but the origin of her "mutation" is significantly different. She wasn't born with it, and it has nothing to with Magneto, so that connection is no longer relevant. As far as I can tell, the Evolutionary's experiments and Chthon's intervention happened... basically at the same time? So I don't think there was ever any version of Wanda's power that existed prior to what it is now.

Again, this is purely headcanon, but I think it would make a lot more sense if both Wanda and Pietro's powers were the result of the same equation-- hereditary magic + Evolutionary experiment + Chthon = uncanny mutate abilities that, as we've seen, are both capable of escalating and expanding beyond conventional limits. And this would go a long way towards explaining how Pietro was able to become a vessel of Chthon back in the 2010s.

#hex power

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shattered-matrix · 2 months ago

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Prologue: Containment Collapse

Pacific Rim au | platonic Yunho x OC copilot (Ash Calder)

Themes: war prep, drift strain, haunted calm, broken systems, quiet loyalty, first blood, Jaeger pilots with issues™, complicated male friendships, Kaiju-slaying, drift-induced emotional crises, and soft moments in steel cockpits.

The sea was calm.

That was the first wrong thing.

Off the coast of Alaska, a trawler bobbed quietly in the midnight dark, lights low and nets half-drawn. The crew moved in the rhythm of long hours and longer silences—tired jokes traded over coffee gone cold, the steady grind of the winch, boots clanging against metal.

It was routine.

It was safe.

The catches weren’t as big as hoped, but enough to meet quota. One more day and they’d return to dry land—offload the haul, check in with families, prep for the next run. Exhaustion kept them from noticing the way the gulls no longer cried. The way the waves stilled.

And then the instruments began to hum.

The tech on bridge frowned at the radar console, fingers drumming uneasily against the panel. No storm on the horizon. No nearby traffic. But something was interfering—jamming frequencies, spiking pulses that made no terrestrial sense.

He opened his mouth to call for the captain.

The hull shuddered. Not from wind. Not from wave.

From below.

A low, resonant vibration rippled through the steel like a breath held too long. The laughter on deck stilled. Someone swore. Someone else dropped a mug.

Then the ocean opened.

The creature rose faster than they could react. One moment, there was water. The next—bone crest, bioluminescent eyes like twin abysses, claws dragging the night behind them.

The spotlight swung, caught the thing mid-breach, and—

—then there was only screaming.

The comms burst to life.

“Grid Nine—emergency broadcast—oh god, it’s a Kaiju—it’s a Kai—”

And silence.

Alarms howled.

Red emergency lights pulsed like veins. Holographic interfaces blinked awake, showering the command center in flashing error codes and seismic readings no one wanted to believe. Techs sprinted to stations. Doors slammed open in the residential wing.

Commander Choi Jongho didn’t wait for confirmation.

He’d known something was coming.

He’d just hoped for more time.

“Get Vigil Hammer prepped,” he snapped, striding into the command station—out of uniform, sleep-rumpled, but very much present. “Everything else is offline.”

In the launch bay, the Jaeger stood waiting.

Older than most. Modified to hell and back, like everything else in the base. It didn’t look impressive anymore—not like the old PR posters had promised.

But it would hold.

It had to.

Still, Jongho opened a comms channel to R&D.

“Director Kim, respond.”

Hongjoong’s voice came through seconds later—too alert for the hour.

“Here, Commander.”

“Any chance for Veil or Hellspine as reinforcement?”

“Negative,” Hongjoong replied tightly. “Veil’s two days out. Hellspine’s cannons are still glitching. You send them out there now, we’re offering up the Jaeger and her pilots on a silver platter.”

Jongho exhaled. Slow. Bitter.

“Thank you, Director.”

Lieutenant Ash Calder moved like a ghost through the ready hall—silent, methodical, armored in control. He stripped down thought the same way he suited up: piece by piece, until only function remained.

The dog tag from Bastion slid beneath the collar, cold against his chest.

There was no room for fear. No room for memory. Anything but cold awareness and forward motion would be a death sentence.

He might not make it back regardless.

He didn’t look up when Yunho joined him. Didn’t need to.

“You ready?” Yunho asked.

Ash nodded once.

“Always.”

No further words were exchanged—not during final suit checks, not on the lift, not as they belted into the Conn-Pod’s neural cradle.

In the cockpit, the base fell away beneath the sound of their breathing. Neural clamps hissed into place. Electrodes lit like starlight.

//Neural handshake initializing…//

Ash closed his eyes. Yunho exhaled slowly.

//Drift compatibility at 61%... 68… 74…//

The Conn-Pod trembled as the Jaeger’s internal systems synced. The air thickened, crackling with submerged thought.

//Drift spike detected. Holding… recalibrating…//

A flicker—too fast to stop.

Boots in muddy snow. The snap of a training collar. A scream, hoarse and distant, already fading into silence.

Ash didn’t flinch. He locked it down.

//Drift lock achieved. Pilot vitals stable. Synchronization: 87% and climbing.//

The console lights turned green.

“Link stabilized,” the tech’s voice confirmed over comms. “Vigil Hammer is go for launch.”

Yunho waited until phase three lit green.

“Let’s hold the line.”

The Drift stabilized, descending into quiet.

Not silence.

Just the steady rhythm of two hearts in sync, two minds joined in singular purpose.

Vigil Hammer launched alone.

One Jaeger against a war reawakening.

And above them, on the breach-monitor feed, the red warning pulsed:

SECONDARY CONTACT CONFIRMED DESIGNATION: UNKNOWN CLASS STATUS: ENGAGED

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