#I can't wait to move on to her abilities and what she has access to...

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Pain (Tera Doorman Character Study)

(Hey! Mod here! I've decided to dump these character studies here instead of my main, it just makes more sense. I promise it's the last bit of angst for her... moving onto other members of the cast next.)

The solver is a perfectly fine condition to live with 85% of the time, Tera thinks. It's made her tall, given her access to weapons and abilities she otherwise wouldn't have, and keeps her connected to the rest of her family.

Sure it has downsides. She overheats faster, is kinda scary looking compared to other drones. And there's… the rage. But she feels fine most of the time.

Most of the time…

Because there's one more- much more physical downside.

It starts in the morning, the creaking and groaning of her frame as she gets up to start the day, most of it is simply the overwork of her joints, it's a busy day of school, then patrol, and sometimes she'll pull an all nighter or two…

The majority of the time, the stiffness works out as she gets moving, something not even noticed as she goes about her daily activities.

But sometimes…. sometimes it doesn't.

Those are the days where she wakes up with her back- her wing scars, stinging and sensitive like they're fresh, her back and shoulders sore and aching- and those are the bad days.

Where any minor touch to her back sends jolts of pain to her core, even the rubbing of her clothing sets it off, leading to less layers- or no layers of she can get away with it. If it's a lazy day, it's not so bad; it's just her hanging out shirtless in her room until the sensitivity dies down.

If it's not a lazy day, it sucks a little more. School has the desk digging into her back, her clothes are irritating at best, and patrols are an inch shy of driving her crazy; especially if there's actually something to fight. But it's still manageable.

And then there are the really bad days…

Where she'll wake up overheating, clammy and still exhausted. The scars that marked her wings becoming seeping wounds, inflamed and angry, bleeding out onto her bedsheets and soaking through her clothes.

Which leads us into now, her ripping off her pajama shirt with extreme prejudice as her back leaked oil, closing her eyes as her hands tremble and she bites her lip to keep from voicing the scream that wants to claw it's way out of her throat.

On the really bad days, it becomes something she can't hide, despite her efforts. School's a no go, if someone even politely touches her shoulder it would end in her upping her body count against her will. Patrols and Hunts were similarly impossible- combat is rough with two open wounds on your back.

So she calls in sick, strips, and lays belly down in utter misery until her own body decides it's done mauling her back and they heal back over, letting her continue her life normally.

Which is what she's doing now, listening to music with her head hanging off the side of the bed, writhing in pain. Four different fans blowing on her from different directions to keep her temperature down, and a stockpile of oil N had put put for her the second he'd caught wind of one of her “Bad Days.”

There's a knock on the door.

“Hey Jellybean. How's it going?” It's Uzi, she walks in without waiting for Tera to answer, making her roll her eyes and grumble.

“That's a dumbass question.” Tera snapped, feeling her scars throb with a wave of pain. “Sorry. That was rude.” She apologizes a second later.

“Yeah, but it was a valid answer.” Uzi just hums, not insulted in the slightest. “Guess it hasn't let up any?” She asks, using the solver to pick up any carelessly thrown articles of clothing.

“No.” Tera grumbles back, muffled under the pillows she's stuffed her head in.

“Do you need anything?” Her mother asks, and Tera can't help but smile a little.

“I'm okay. It'll be over soon.” Is her response, it's deadpan, thankfully Uzi speaks angsty teen.

“Mm. “I'm okay" is a complete lie. I'm sitting here watching you writhe like you got kicked in the core.” Uzi said back, very much feeling like she was having a conversation with herself; but younger and somehow even more angsty.

“Be better if I had no nagging.” Tera grunted, giving her mom an impressive side eye. Uzi just chuckled, “That's fair…”

“Just shout if you need anything okay?” Uzi said softly, walking up to her much taller daughters figure laying on the bed and pressing a light kiss on her forehead.

“Ew gross.” Tera mumbled, but her tail still wagged regardless. “I'm literally almost eighteen.”

“Yeah? Tough, if I'm able to take care of you you bet your ass I am.” Uzi snapped back, “I'm your mom, it's my job.”

She then sighed again, “Try and get some sleep, I know you didn't get any, okay?”

Uzi ruffled her daughters hair, she hadn't bothered putting it up that morning, so it just hung around her limply.

“Yeah. I'll Try, thanks mom.” Tera replied, as Uzi walked out; fresh pile of laundry suspended in the air above her with the solver.

It took a couple of minutes before she decided to wrangle herself out of bed, she was starting to be able to feel the oil stick to her back, so it was time to wash off… great.

She got to the bathroom, already wearing nothing but a pair of shorts she'd probably stolen from Rad at some point, and sat on the stool there.

A drone bathroom was different then a human one, no toilet for starters, but there was a washbasin, really just a big wooden tub filled with collected rainwater and heated with salvaged heating coils.

She grabbed a rag and braced herself, dousing it in warm water before reaching back and beginning to wipe away the oil.

She winced, making a pained hum as the rag made contact, pushing more oil up to the surface and running down her silicone. She took a deep breath- and kept going.

It was a slow process, filled with whimpers and grunts of pain and small breaks to catch her breath. It would have probably been leagues better if she had someone to help, but she didn't trust anyone else to not be too rough, or even see her like this to be frank.

When she was done, the rag was stained with black and red and the washbasin had a thin veneer of oil shimmering on the top and she sighed and held her visor.

Most days were better.

Today was not.

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𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 - 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2

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Slight Disclaimer: I tried my best to research the Japanese language for the question being asked. I'm sorry if it's wrong I did check and double check to the best of my ability, bear with me. Cover shows her hero suit.

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        "Alright, who can tell me the on'yomi and kun'yomi reading of the kanji on the board?" Ectoplasm said pointing the stick to the character written: 難. Mashirao raised his hand. "Yes Ojiro."

        "The on'yomi is nan, and the kun'yomi is . . . muzukashii?"

        "You have the on'yomi right, but not the kun'yomi." The man replied as Mashirao nodded with a quiet 'oh'. "Good try however, thank you. Who can give me the correct kun'yomi?"

        Hermine moved to raise her hand before someone else beat her to the response. "The kun'yomi is kata." Said a voice with a slight rasp. Tilting her head slightly, she peeked to see the owner of the response be Bakugou towards the front to her left. The blonde spoke with a permanent scowl as he flicked the pencil in his hand.

        "Yes Bakugou thank you, did everyone else catch that? Make sure you take note, it could be on your first quiz." Ectoplasm turned to write down the answers and then moved to write a different character. "Alright let's move on to another one."

        Hermine snuck her finger beneath her blindfold softly scratching the corner of her eye as her mind began to wander. There was an exhibition she was to showcase a piece of work at for Endeavor and Vanguard's anniversary in two months. This would be her most expensive commission yet since considering who the gift was for. There was also buying materials, and a special frame she had to pick up. Hermine sighed quietly trying to picture where to even start. A dedication to love was different than heroism, or intelligence, which were past commissions she had. It's simple as she had references, people to draw inspirations, memories to pull emotion from.

        This is what I get for having a shit father. The girl groaned quietly as her mind shifted back to the lesson.

        "Alright, that's all for today. Time for your hero lesson for today. I'm sure Aizawa mentioned that you all will be heading to USJ, The Unforeseen Simulation Joint." He explained as Iida raised his hand.

        "Is there a reason we're ending five minutes early?"

        Ectoplasm paused slightly and glanced at Hermine worriedly. "It's for accommodation purposes, um"

        "It's alright Sensei, Iida it's for me." She said suddenly.

        The male looked at her confused before a wave of realization washed over his face. "Yes, I see. Never mind then." He along with everyone else began to pack their things.

        "I can't wait to see your costume." Sero said leaning forward giving her a wide smile.

        "I did do my thing with it, it's great." Hermine replied with a proud grin. "Seriously with a quirk named Facilier, I should eat."

        Sero laughed softly as she stood from his seat to leave. As you put the rest of your pencils away, a raven walked over to you.

        "Hi Theriot, hi Hanta."

        "Hey Jirou." Hermine greeted her as she stood towering over the two. (Homegirl is 5'10 remember.)

        "I'm really interested to see your costume!" She said smiling brightly.

        Hermine chuckled softly. "My my, is everyone that curious?"

        "Well yeah, you came after our first hero lesson. Not to mention you got it shipped from America." Sero replied as he began to leave with Jirou. "So who made your suit for you?"

        "My uncle," She followed them out the room. "he has access to the material my uniform is made out of."

        "I was always curious, why does your uniform glow?" Jirou asked gazing at the way her wrist cuffs glowed.

        "Me too!" Hermine heard suddenly as she tackled by a hug from the girl with bright pink skin. Quickly she took in a breath as the glowing on her clothes dimmed and ceased. "You've been so mysterious about your quirk, and this little Gojo cosplay of yours."

        Hermine scoffed at her teasing tone and shrugged quickly moving from her. "You curious cats will learn sooner or later." She remarked as they reached the entrance to the lockers. "You guys go ahead and change, I need to go pick up my suit." At that Hermine left their sides and Jirou watched as the other girls filed into the locker room.

        "But why does she have to be so enigmatic?" Mina remarked. "Sero, you know her. What is she hiding?"

        The black eyed male sighed while crossing his arms. He's known Hermine since elementary school when they still lived in America, the girl always seemed . . . out of place. Not so much in a bad, nor harmful way. She stood out, and stood aside. Hermine's presence was unmistakable despite her endless effort to remain unknown and unbothered. Which is quite the opposite of her otherwise friendly and extroverted behavior. She was, to put it lightly, an enigma.

        "Hermine hides a lot of things, I suppose she likes suspense." Sero finally replied as he left their entrance to the male's locker room.

        "Well I don't." Mina huffed.

        "Let's get dressed Ashido, you know Sensei doesn't like tardiness." Jirou said rubbing her shoulders with a smirk.

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        Hermine approached a slightly open door to hear the squeal of a drill from the room. The girl sighed while scratching her temple beneath her blindfold. Goodness, my quirk is such a Prima Donna. She knocked softly while slowly urging it open. All this just to keep people safe . . . from me. Casting away the sinkage in her chest she looked around the studio. It was riddled with multiple trinkets big and small. Blueprints hung about the walls, along with whiteboards decorated with equations and vague sketches. Hermine walked further in carefully stepping past unfinished pieces following the sound of the drill before walking towards what resembled a mech suit.

        Well hello Neon Genesis Evangelion. She thought comically before softly knocking on a nearby table.

        "Excuse me Maijima Sensei." The ginger haired man paused his worked on the machine and glanced at her through his excavator helmet.

        "Ah, Theriot good timing we just got your suit from your uncle." The teacher by the alias Power Loader set down the drill and walked over to a locker and opened it to bring out a large metallic red briefcase with a large black hat and skulls dangling from the rim. "Gotta say, among the other suits I've inspected for this years class you've got the most taste." Hermine giggled softly as he handed her the hat and she put it on for the rim and skulls begin to glow. "Good the filtration works," he pulled up the case and handed it to you. "Have fun."

        "Thank you."

        "Also, do I have your permission to inspect your action from the cameras in USJ? Your uncle wants me to make sure everything is going well. Especially with the filtration." He asked while returning to the machine and retrieving his drill.

        "Yeah, go ahead." She agreed while heading for the door. "Thanks again."

        "No problem."

        Hermine closed the door of the studio and retraced her steps to the locker room. "This should be fun." Hermine remarked as she turned the corner a little pep in her step. Just as she rounded the corner Hermine was suddenly met with the force of a large body. Stumbling back her arm was grabbed by an extremely large hand to steady her.

"Damn sorry about that . . . Oh." Hermine looked up at the giant to see those deep blue eyes, and that all too familiar smile.

"Hello young Theriot!" The hero towered over Hermine before releasing her hand once she was steady. His smile grew with a proud fondness as he looked down at her. This is the first time she's been face to face with her hero.

She stared up at him through her blindfold, silently grateful that her bulging eyes were covered. Hermine knew beforehand that All Might was here, that he was her teacher. Even now she was frozen. Starstuck wasn't enough to explain the thundering in her chest as she took in his figure. That face she'd studied so intricately so many times before. That face she once had the honor to paint, and capture in her own image. The pride she felt watching him admire her work those few months ago was still fresh in her mind.

"Miss Theriot-"

"I love you!" She blurted out before slapping her mouth shut to the man's surprise. Hermine stood there wanting to disappear, actually she can disappear. She can even remove this memory for the both of them if she wanted. "I am so sorry."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" His laughter flooded down the hall as Hermine stood there frozen by his reaction. "No need to apologize, it's always lovely for me to meet an admirer." All Might chuckled softly as she waited for her heart to stop trying to run out of her chest. Suddenly his laughter stopped, and silence settled between them. Hermine had shot her eyes down, not daring to look at him as he stood there. His presence was so big it almost threatened to suffocate her with its warmth. As it drew longer and became unbearable Hermine peeked up at the hero through her hat.

His bright blue eyes peeked through with a soft glow that seemed . . . fond.

Fond seemed to be the best word for it. It was a gaze she wasn't familiar with, not entirely at least. It was weird.

    Why is he looking at me like that? She thought hiding her face beneath the hat again. I made a fool of myself. Mais cher.

"That's quite an interesting hat." He said suddenly as she looked up and the gaze suddenly went away. To be fair it hurt, slightly. "Is it part of your costume?"

"Oh! Yes it is. You'll see it at USJ." Hermine replied while clutching the case tightly. "But, aren't you supposed to meet us there?"

"I will later I just have an . . . issue to deal with." He replied while rubbing his side. "Let me get out of your way so you can catch up with your class."

"Yes right!" She realized before rushing down the hall.

As her figure retreated, Toshinori Yagi watched her as his smile fell and she grew further away.

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        As the screech of class rep Iida's whistle spread throughout the outdoor plaza of the school, the students of class 1-A began to board the bus. Izuku Midoriya was particularly excited, probably the most excited in the class. The young boy's affinity with heroism was second to none that's for sure. Meeting his idol, and being the son of a talented hero can do that of course. He sat next to Sato in the open arrangement of the bus's seat with Asui on his other side and Kirishima next to her on the end. The bus sat there with the engine rumbling softly as Iida checked his watch.

        "Sensei, shouldn't we be making our way to the facility?" He asked as Aizawa stood by the door.

        "No, Hermine isn't here yet." The man replied curtly. She's probably making sure they do the clean up properly.

        "Oh, yeah, what's taking her so long?" Asui remarked as she looked behind her to the window.

        "She did say she had to pick up her suit from the support department." Mina remembered as her eyes suddenly widened. "Oh my god! Is that her?!"

        At her exclamation the class looked out the window to see a figure approach with a deep red cloak and a wide rimmed hat with skulls that rattled with her every step. Hermine looked up to see her class watch her walk with amazement in their gazes. The sight made her scoff softly at their impressionable faces. Shifting her gaze slightly she saw Katsuki watch her, with a different . . . curious . . . or maybe interesting look in his eye before he swiftly looked away. The action had caught her attention, but was swiftly forgotten as she approached the vehicle. She entered the bus and bowed slightly to Aizawa.

        "Sorry for holding everyone up." She said as the man nodded.

        "It's fine, everything went well?" He asked as she nodded. "Good, sit down so we can go."

        "Theriot you look great!" Mina said as Hermine sat next to Shoto and in front of Shoji and behind Jirou towards the back of the bus.

        "Thank you." Hermine replied as the bus began to move, Shoto greeted her kindly as she nodded before he returned his attention to the game on his phone. She sat there tuning out the conversation of the bus, her mind returning to the anniversary painting she had to create. Pictures began to flash across her mind. Feelings. This was her process. It may not be unique, but it was hers. Hermine would picture her subject, and search for a feeling. How that feeling exploded in her soul. How did it feel. How would it stroke, what colors would it be, how much of the canvas would it occupy? She's only seen snippets of the couple on TV and social media during the numerous times they made headlines. It didn't take a romantic expert to know the couple were very close, but you can only know so much from a digital screen.

        "Hey Theriot?" The sound of Kirishima's voice took her out of her thoughts. "Just curious is your quirk flashy?"

        They couldn't tell, but Hermine cocked a brow at his question. "Flashy." She repeated as she raised her hand, a light blue mist enveloped her right hand. The mist sparkled and glittered in the sunlight to the amazement of her classmates. "You could say it's colorful."

        "And you said the name of your quirk is Facilier right?" Izuku asked.

        "Like the Disney villain?" Jirou asked sat in the seat before her.

        Hermine scoffed softly as the mist disappeared. "Yeah, my uncle named it. Cuz he's his favorite and my quirk reminded him of it I guess."

        "Can you give a demonstration of how it works?" Izuku asked with a curious sparkle in his eyes.

        "Demonstration." She muttered before looking around. "I can show you guys one of the things it can do."

        "Did you just say one?" Shoto asked looking up from his phone as she smirked.

        "Midoriya can you part with one of your gloves?" Hermine asked as the boy nodded and removed his glove.

        "Here you go."

        "Nah, just hold it." She said before raising her hand as the blue mist returned. It enveloped Izuku's glove floating it out of his hand. The class watched the glove curl into itself, it crackled like a rock. The fabric began to shine and appear to harden, suddenly the glove fell and hit the floor and it clattered. "There, that's one part of it."

        "WOW! You turned it into a rock!" He remarked picking it up and examining the shiny white and red rock. Suddenly Izuku's face dropped as he looked closer. "Did you turn this into diamond?"

        "Wait, what?" Asui said next to him as Denki stood walking to him.

        "Wait, let me see this." He took it turning the rock watching how the light fractured on its surface. "Momo, you're rich, is this diamond?"

        Momo with her head tilted brought out her hand and took the rock. She turned it over examining it. Then out of her chest emerged a small device, and placed it against the rock, a beeping sound was heard as her eyes widened. Momo looked at Hermine.

        "It's pure diamond. Hermine, how the hell?" She asked as Denki took it back and looked at it again.

        "Hermine, what kind of quirk is this?" He asked with a laughter of disbelief.

        Hermine just shrugged and opened her hand so Denki gave her the diamond. "It's special, that's for sure." She said as her palms glowed blue around the rocks and the glove returned to normal. "Here Izuku."

        The boy retrieved his glove still amazed by the display, yet before he could ask another question, the bus came to a halt. "Alright, quit messing around we're here."

        Hermine stood up to leave as Izuku turned back to her. "Theriot, after today's exercise, could I ask more about your quirk please?" The boys eyes sparkled at her with an innocent wonder that took the girl aback as she looked at him. His eyes were very familiar before she smirked warmly.

        He's like Hilare. She remarked upon realizing the obvious similarity. "Sure, I'll answer whatever you want to know." Hermine's response was like a gift for him as she watched Izuku's grin widen as they descended the bus.

        "Theriot." The teacher, Aizawa called to her from towards the bus' center outside. Hermine left her classmates' side and approached the man. "Hey just wanted to check in, make sure you remember your signals."

    Hermine nodded with a soft sigh. She opened her arms slightly, "Twenty five percent," then pointed to her right eye, "Sixty percent," her left, "Sixty five percent," then she softly tugged at her blindfold not removing it to motion both her eyes. "then one hundred. If I go to a hundred, I get everyone out first. I got it Sensei."

    Aizawa nodded with a slight frown. "Good, normally I would rather not rely on a student should something happen, but Nezu requested for you to be available." He said crossing his arms as Hermine smiled kindly.

    "I'm happy to be of use. Don't worry about it." She said as the man nodded allowing her to follow her classmates inside. Hermine looked up at the large white dome with interest.

    Then suddenly, she stopped.

    It felt like there was something. Something unnerving, something sinister looming over the structure.

    Emitting from inside it.

    "Theriot," Aizawa walked up behind her as the rest of the class stood just outside the doors. The heroine in her spaceman like suit paused her explanation briefly and looked over at the girl as she stood there.

    Staring.

    "Theriot." The teacher called again his voice more stern. Momo, the only one to hear his voice, looked back confused. "What's wrong?"

    Definitely. Her thoughts sounded as her posture grew lax and her eyes dropped beneath the mask. There's something wrong.

    "Hermi-"

    "Sensei." She cut him off suddenly. Her voice was smooth and calm, despite the urgency speeding through her mind. "Permission to use 60%," She said suddenly as his eyes became wide. "and keep everyone outside."

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Yay! I posted my first fanfic, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm kinda nervous. I'll see you next month thanks for reading.

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balanced characters: spy family & phantombusters

something that i love about phantom busters when i was reading it, it reminded me a lot of how spy family’s characters are also flawed and integral to the plot! the way the characters are made to move the plot forward by creating conflicts, or their character being flawed, to solve and work around. this is just a long winded ramble about how i noticed why liked how the characters are crafted well for the stories they carry out!

spy family, has a spy, assassin, and telepath living all under one roof. but what aids the plot in moving forward and kept interesting, is that arguably the most powerful character is a young girl who doesn’t understand the intricacies of all the adult internal workings of consequences yet. anya can’t bestow the knowledge that she knows out of fear of putting herself in danger, and because she’s probably younger than 6, and why would anyone believe a child?

all of the spy family characters have a debuff one way or another that makes them feel more balanced and not insanely overpowered. yor is described to be physically stronger than loid, but has her clumsy side that’s still learning how to cook and care for a family. this isn’t to push her into the box of “powerful but clumsy”, because yor is shown to be highly emotionally intelligent and observant of those around her.

loid’s issue is that he has to raise a family as a disguise and allow more of a humane approach back into his life, when the majority of his spy life has been very emotionally detached work. all of this helps aid to entertaining character growth and a way to move the plot forward by creating conflicts that are started by small flaws in the characters. the fact that they're all keeping this from a secret from each other further aids and adds suspense to the plot!

now moving over to phantom busters. this manga only had 10 chapters out that i know of, but the set up of plot and characters is very clear! each of the main boys have one ability that allows them to interact with ghosts. 3/4 actually have paranormal abilities, so while eugene doesn’t have any powers, he plays a big role in acting as the glue and brain of the group.

tamon can hear ghosts, but can’t see them. kanzaki can see ghosts but can’t hear them. mogari can exorcise ghosts, but can’t perceive them at all without someone’s help. he normally will touch someone with such abilities and be able to use their powers to see the ghost and then exorcise them.

people could argue that the ability to hear ghosts could be overlooked, however not all ghosts are malicious with their presence and intent. being able to hear them out, in turn can allow the the group to peacefully settle with the ghost and help them move on, rather than immediately jumping to exorcising them (sometimes it can prove more difficult when they fight back). all of the members of this group can technically work on their own individually, however mogari is the most disadvantaged with needing someone to aid his exorcisms.

tamon can hear. kanzaki can see. mogari has to eat the ghosts, which is tied to taste. while smell and touch aren’t mentioned explicitly, i find it super nice to split apart the senses amongst the boys to force them come together and work alongside one another to be a functional group. they’re all missing a sense from the 5 basic ones that most humans have. coming together it allows them to overcome their problems that they had without having all the senses to communicate, see, and get rid of ghosts. 

this isn’t really case where in the real world where if you are disabled and have one of your senses not available to you, that your other senses enhance further to make up for the lack of that sense. these boys essentially are stronger together because only they have access to that power and sense to the paranormal! 

phantombusters is still fairly new, but i can't wait to see how the author goes on with the story because they have a very interesting setup so far with how their characters work with each other!!

[beka-tiddalik]

"They sent you ?"

"Uhhhh it looks that way?"

"This is an outrage. I'm calling my agent!"

"Wait, shit don't go!"

"...little man I could literally obliterate you with a flick of my fingers."

"Yikes. Okay but for real, I literally can't afford to skip this fight. They've been cutting my gigs. Apparently I don't have enough stage presence or something for the sponsors. And you know, I only got this job in the first place because my grandma isn't doing so good. The conditions suck but the hazard pay is enough to keep her in a nice home rather than the one that smells like overcooked cabbage and piss."

"...a tragic tale. Are you mic'd up?"

"Oh yeah like they waste mics on E Classes. You?"

"My ambient magic field destroys most devices which is why all my fights are shot on the sniper cams."

"Huh. Well lucky I left my phone in my locker."

"Okay so here's the deal. Even if I don't believe your sob story I have no interest in destroying such a pathetic weakling. It would prove nothing, and I would look like a pointless act of cruelty. It would do nothing to further my goals. I am above kicking puppies to establish dominance are we clear?"

"...did, did you just call me a puppy?"

"Focus. Now think. If I lacked restraint and turned you into a fine paste, then who would they send to avenge you?"

"I don't know but. Oh wow. Woooow."

"Explain."

"So you know how I said I was helping my grandma? So maaaybe she used to be Captain Antimatter?"

"...you're joking."

"I wish. The Agency Really weren't happy about her retiring, but like. She's old. And tired. And just because she Can still make miniature black holes doesn't mean she actually wants to and it's not like most fights are wheelchair accessible unless you have a hover chair but since your side has Doctor Engineered And the Tech Whisperer the Agency can't convince anyone to use them."

"But if ...something.... should happen to her precious grandson who happens to be an E class hero with the ability to? What was it again?"

"I can emit a weak magnetic field. It's about as strong as a fridge magnet."

"Gracious they did want you dead."

"...okay. Just. Processing that."

"Take your time. The cameras are still rolling but my passive wards stop people from listening in on my private conversations."

"...I am so unbearably jealous right now. Do you know how hard it is to talk in code with someone in the beginning stages of dementia? Grandma and I haven't had a genuinely private conversation in years."

"...much to my chagrin, I find myself moved by your circumstances. Very well then, you've convinced me."

"I what? Convinced you to what exactly?"

"I have been swayed by your silver tongue to join the side of the angels. I am as they say, crossing the river."

"...so just to be clear you're about use me as a pass in to as you would put it, tear the Agency asunder."

"I'm glad to see your feeble mind is keeping up."

"Yeah ha ha very funny. Okay I'll bite. Why?"

"Let's just say that I used to be a big fan of your grandmother, and it... offends me to see such a pillar of our community put in such straits. Also while I am not adverse to a fair fight with fatal stakes, I don't enjoy crushing politically inconvenient nobodies."

"...thank you I think."

"You're welcome. It seems that your esteemed colleagues are coming over to investigate why we are still in conversation. Can you pretend to be smug but terrified while I explain that I have decided that we are destined to be together and so am switching sides?"

"Terrified is easy, believe you me. As for smug, your end goal is leaving me alive and making them leave my grandma alone?"

"A surprisingly apt summary."

"Cool. Cool. Cool. Okay. Yeah. I think I can manage terrified but smug."

"It will have to do. Now shut up and let me do the talking."

You are a Class E hero. You show up to fight your Class E villain; as scheduled. Terror hits you as you see the a Class A supervillain standing there.

[goddessserena0]

You and Serena make for Serena's lab. You feel a combination of excitement and apprehension.

"Why are you so nervous about this?" Chaldra asks, "It's just learning about your soul."

"That's easy to say when you already know." You respond.

"To be honest, I don't already know. You're soul has changed, it used to have a different shape in our world. So it's possible that it has changed entirely."

"Wait, then why aren't you worried?"

Chaldra shrugs, "It's not my soul. It's not like she is going to kill you for anything."

You are going to argue but you arrive at the lab. You and Riza head inside and you suddenly feel nervous again.

Serena is sitting at the computer again and barely acknowledges you and Riza arriving.

"Serena, we're here." Riza says.

Serena gestures toward on of the tables and Riza takes you to it. You sit down and wait, wondering why she isn't saying anything. After a few minutes, Serena stands and walks over to you. She stands in front of you, saying nothing.

"Um, is everything ok?" You ask, trying to break the tension.

"Your soul, is quite strange. It is unlike anything that I have seen in our world."

"Is that a good thing?" You ask, feeling even more nervous than before.

"It is neither good nor bad, it just is. It is hard to quantify your soul with just the mere classifications that we have here." She has started pacing back and forth, "Here in Spiritan, all souls have a corresponding element. Which can be anything from fire to rarer elements like Lunar or Ultima. But yours is no where on this spectrum. Your soul exists outside of the spectrum, and yet you have the ability to use the same things we are. You can summon a soul weapon, you can draw out and use the power of your soul to defend yourself, and you will even have access to abilities based on all of this."

Serena's rant caught you off guard and you are afraid to respond, lest you send her into another one. "So do you know what my element is?"

She turns her head toward you at a surprising speed, "Did you not hear what I just said? Your soul doesn't fall on the element spectrum, you don't have an element in the traditional sense. Your soul is so far detached from the spectrum that it's practically making a whole new one. I have a way to quantify it but it doesn't make it any better. You have no idea how much I am restraining myself from keeping you here just so I can run experiments on your soul."

You are terrified by what she just said. Kept here as an experiment? What did she mean, would it be painful, would you even have a life again? You are so terrified that you can't even move.

"I knew she couldn't be trusted." Chaldra says

"Serena, you will do no such thing." Riza says, her eyes flashing red. You feel fear upon seeing it, but also a strange relief.

"Duh, I said I wanted to, not that I was going to. Those days are behind me Riza. Ever since S became fully part of me again, I'm how I should have all along. Sorry for scaring you kid, I wouldn't do that. But, maybe we can reach a compromise, would you be willing to come back so I can run some harmless experiments? The results would help you figure out yourself as well."

You are still frightened by the previous interaction but slowly come to your senses. "Um, as long as Riza can be here, then ok."

"Well, I can't promise she will always be here, but what if someone else was? You are just scared of being alone with me, I get it."

You hesitate before answering, "Alright, that sounds fine."

She smiles, "Glad to hear it. Now then, onto what you came here for. As I said, I can't quantify your soul as having an element, so I think a better term would be trait. But then I started questioning how I can even quantify a trait. Are there more traits out there? Do they provide different power sets? How would I even figure this out?" *She pauses* "Sorry, got lost in my train of thought. Anyway, your soul has the trait of Hope."

[nathank77]

6/1/24

6:24 a.m

I'm about ready to end my life. Why? I'm so fucking alone it's ridiculous. My hierarchy of needs is not fullfilled.

Remember how I said my room is too small and I have to take all my stuff I don't use as much and shove it in the attic? Then my sister throws furniture all over my stuff breaking it and I can't even access my stuff.... I can't get near my skinny clothes box cause there is stuff all over my stuff...so I'm just waiting for her to stop disrespecting me I asked her to move it. Hopefully soon cause I don't need a lot of clothes if I could get to the ones I already own!!

I live in constant conflict and toxicity between my family and then my stupid brain that won't quit hallucinating.

I can't find a gf let's be real, online dating is all women from different countries and everyone who is cute, can get anyone they want and they don't see me cause they get their first choice.

I mean I was thinking I'm so thin and attractive atm and i have no where to wear my clothes. Nothing to do. No community involvement. No nothing.

I looked at community service opportunities. It's a job. A job you don't get paid for and where you won't meet anyone. What's the point? Serve popcorn at a stand? Oh work for free? Show up the same time/ same days yet get nothing for it and bc it's a job not meet anyone...

Then I looked at meet up hardcore anything that isn't online is basically pay to do it or in the morning thanks circadian rhythm from preventing me from doing free hiking groups....

I mean how am I supposed to be involved and meet people if online dating is this fucked and like I want social obligations but I don't want a job, why? Cause if I could work I'd work to get paid for it cause I need money..... not work for free.

Okay so then I thought about it I need people to hang out with. Yet I need the ability to cancel and for it to not be a constant obligation bc its a stressor at that rate. That means friends until I find someone. I can't work I'm too fucked up...

So I thought about my friends. Charlie is cool but she talks nonstop. She would go out with me to savers but its truly "girl talk." I used to get along with girls better but now idk if that's true. Maybe it depends on the girl?

Katelyn isn't around cause yea. We chat occasionally.

Tee is always busy.

John is a gamer-tbh he would be perfect if we went out to savers and the mall and the park and shit. He talks Enough about himself to fill the silence but there is room for me to speak too. I just never met him in person and I want someone to go shopping with and leave the house with. I don't just want online interaction.

So I'm thinking maybe men are more my style. They aren't all emotional and shit. We talk about cool stuff but also can get emotional. Like it's a real friendship but the emotions arent the core of the friendship if that make sense.

I made friends with my mother's coworker who is around my age. Her name is Marcy. She was cool. She has ocd. But talk about "girl talk." She came to my birthday party stayed until like 4 a.m. man can she talk. I couldn't even respond. My god. It was all emotional and about trauma and shit and it's like I'm sorry but I'm fucked up... I don't have time for that. I have enough of my own trauma. I want to play games and talk about movies and shit. We can share stories but it can't be the core of the friendship.... I mean I was going insane listening to her. I only have time for your shit like that if you're going to date me. Sorry not sorry. I have enough of my own shit to deal with than to listen to you prattle on about your life and trauma.

Charlie isn't really like that. She's more like my gf and I. And it's annoying cause I'm so single I may as well be a newborn baby. Or something. I can't find ANYONE. Although she does talk about trauma and stuff... it just isn't overkill like marcy. I legit wanted to jump off a bridge or tape her mouth shut. I haven't talked to her since. I made sure she got home. That was it. I never reached out again. I don't have time to be your therapist. And that feels like girl talk to me. If I hung out with her again I'd duct tape her mouth so I could respond.

Steve doesn't have a car and has a thing for me.. so I got to do all the traveling and I'm not interested..

Basically I can go shopping with Charlie and barely get to talk and listen to girl talk or I can play games online with John. Idk I just dont think he would go to savers with me. At least without his wife. I could try but yea...

I have no normal friends. Other than john.. and I will attempt.. but he is far more interested in gaming he does want to meet me in person but I mean I just don't see us getting together and going to the mall on a Saturday or something.

So what I need is friends who can fill silence and can listen. People who will go places with me. I Mean I asked my sister about savers... we will see...

I looked up pride events and things everything is so far away and I could go alone and maybe someone would talk to me but it would just be some gay guys.... that's the issue...

I am trying really hard to put myself out there and figure out what I can do to have a community. Feel seen. Find someone. Another thing is if I were to go to pride let's say with my sister people don't approach people with people. Basically I have to go alone.

Idk what to do.

My hallucination is driving me crazy. I want to end it all. I am beyond recovery. I am not going to find someone.

Maybe I can go to savers with skye or Charlie. Maybe I could with marcy but I really wanted to duct tape her lips shut. I wanted to bang my head against the wall. I wanted to have a plane hit me so I didn't have to listen anymore.

I don't see myself relating with girls unless they are a gamer or something. It has to be romantic. I don't want to hear about your stupid partner. And I don't have time to hear your trauma. You think you're traumatized?? Try listening to a voice 24/7. Having ptsd, panic attacks, insomnia. Microsleeping. Ocd. And having toxicity be the definition of your life and all that surrounds you. Your trauma is BABY SHIT in comparison to mine and I don't want to talk about trauma with you!

I need normal people who talk about movies........... normal shit.... like men... I'm not getting emotionally invested in your life and being your therapist unless you're a girl I'm going to date... sorry not sorry. You don't know trauma until you microslept for a month. You don't know trauma unless you have heard a voice for almost a year every day every second with no relief.

I talk about my trauma to my therapist. Not my friends, not anymore. I talk briefly about what's going on with me to them. I overshare a bit BUT I also talk about games and movies and characters.

So yea I feel hopeless. I need normal friends. And a way to meet people that isn't a constant social obligation.

How do I do that? Who would take me like this?

I want to dress nice and go places and have something to do. I want to be appreciated. I want to be needed but I don't need one sided girl talk friendships.

I may need to befriend emotionally competent men like john...

I also want opportunities to meet a girl... I need romance... I mean... idk...

I need a new family. I need a new life. I need my brain to get better. I needs more money... I need stability. I need all the things most people have and take for granted..I need my hierarchy of needs fullfilleld.

I need my brain to recover but it can't in this environment. It truly can't. I need to be social with non toxic or overbearing people... I can't recover here. I can only survive...

I need stuff that doesn't exist for someone like me.

And for Elise I'm fucking sorry I didn't talk to you normally when we talked... if I could do it over it would be different. If you ever give me the opportunity you'll see it will be entirely different in all the right ways. If you're here. I have no idea. All I know is we shared something. But is it gone?

[benthebeloved]

Anakin laughs harder and reaches over to grab your hand, holding it tightly for the entire flight to Alderaan.

The two of you love the snow-capped mountains, trains, and shops so much that you end up spending about two or three weeks there. You sleep late in the mornings, snuggled under several blankets together with legs intertwined. In the evenings, you share the large bath, Anakin's hands barely ever leaving your body.

Over the next year, Anakin only dives deeper into his darkness, finding it the most comforting. And, given his maturity, he sees everything wrong with the galaxy. He sees planets with cowardly leaders and corrupt governments- particularly places like Tatooine, where no one was ever brave enough to fight the corruption and evil of slavery.

No one until him, that is.

Being in Jabba's palace growing up ensured that he ran in the same circles as none other than Jango Fett- and boy did he find out a lot. Such as the fact there's a cloning facility on a planet called Kamino, somewhere completely uncharted on holomaps. They were created originally for the Jedi, thanks to some rogue master, if Anakin had to guess.

But the Jedi won't get there in time. Because a few weeks after Anakin's eighteenth birthday, he flies to Kamino, entering the facility all by himself to speak with Prime Minister Lama Su.

After a tour of the facility and introductions to a few of the best clones available, Anakin pays for them. All of them.

But not with his own money. No, a quick slip into the PM's mind has him sending a quick little suggestion to hand over some money. So essentially, he's getting them... for free!

With a few more tweaks to his plan and a long discussion with Lama Su even after the payment is complete, he gains access to the clone dorms, going from space to space to introduce himself and explain what's going on.

And finally, around one in the morning, he dials your comm extension as he takes off from the facility. As he waits for you to pick up, he can't help but stare out the window with a big grin.

He's... actually doing this. He's actually making moves to improve the galaxy and following up on his plans that he's been thinking through for so long now.

Hopefully... hopefully you'll be proud of him. Hopefully mother will be proud of him, too. She can be free and live in a grand palace with the two of you, maybe even find a good husband. Someone who will love her for who she is, and not just her looks or her ability to work hard.

And he'll get to provide you with a good life. A rich life- and not just with money. But with happiness. Success. Love. Friendship.

“Hi Ani!” I smile as I pick up the call, “how’s it going?”

[mythologiaes]

his eyes are intense, as he looks at astra. as he sees the weariness burning inside of her. he also sees the traces of magic burning around her. light and dark, clashing deep within her. but he can see the dark and knows exactly what it is. the same burning darkness that was imprinted on his arm, linking him to klarick, to his siblings. to his mother. and it has him itching his arm, almost routinely. as though the mark can feel it was now under threat. he though was amused, he was aiming for this \ working towards it \ protecting her. he'd been doing as such since he was in school. himself and melitta pouring over various books in preparation for what could happen. his sister having been the main champion against klarick, until she was broken into a thousand pieces. nico watching the sister he looked up too, lose her fight. lose her light. and get so lost in the darkness that nico wasn't even sure, if she could be pulled out. [ or if it was even a good idea. given everyone wanted her head on a stick. ] but nico knew many secrets, that no one else was aware of. not even Oli knew all the moves nico was making, and had melitta's help in making. as it was easier to protect them all, if only nico knew the moves being made. but he figured with the truth potions, now swirling in his veins. and astra's heated gaze upon his form. all those are about to slip out.

❛   not convenient when i knew where you were the whole time. and even handed over the location too ....   ❜ the amount of sarcasm: that drips off his tongue was enough to bury someone. but his head turns as astra defends him. as she finds that fire within her that nico had always known was there. and he enjoys watching it burn. his jade green eyes turning to lock on cyrus. as his intense gaze begins analyzing everything about the male, pulling back the layers and seeing what could be read. a look he inherits off his mother, as his eyes can't help but roll in cyrus' direction at what the male was saying. honestly was it so rare to see someone not bow to dark magic. wait, yeah it was so he guess he could give cyrus his surprise. but still, jade green eyes roll once more, as he looks at astra. ❛   strange to think this is the man my mother is still in love with after all these years, huh ....   ❜ the words fall off his lips like a decadent sin, as though he was never supposed to speak them into existence. and yet here they were. settled in the room like a huge ass blockage that refused to move. [ and to say nico was amused, would be a huge understatement. ] turning back to cyrus he sighs: shoulders bowing under the weight of all he carries. as he tips his head back. ❛   he wants access to the ancient magic she can see and I'm guessing control. i wouldn't know I never asked her questions so klarick never knows. my mother's bloodline was another known to do it, so hence why klarick targetted it. but my mother never inherited the ability. and we didn't inherit from her. so he went after the only other known bloodline, astra's. and he wants to bind her, like he has done all of us. like he did my mother on the night he forced her to marry him ....   ❜ he was aware that he kinda of skipped a question or two, but hey it's what cyrus gets for asking too many at once. it was the one work around a truth potion. ask too many and only one needs answering. nico knew it due to the amount of times klarick had slipped him truth potions whilst in school. to get them to admit, how well they were doing. or if they were betraying him. trying to run.

❛   and yes, i am working against klarick, and have been helping astra run, ever since that first time. I've been doing a lot of moves he isn't aware of. like hiding my mother far from his control, or even dropping hints to your aurors on where to find the people he was going after ....   ❜ he was curious: if tryphon had ever admitted where some of his, knowledge came from on the attacks. the anonymous letters delivered straight into his hands. he doubted it. but given he turned up every time, nico was at least grateful he took a chance on them. that he was curious. shifting from where he was still, reclining against the wall. he returns to his 6'9 height and heads closer to the bars. near where astra is. as his head can't to the side in curiosity. ❛   please, don't tell me you're pushing yourself too far on saving us. how many times have I told you, it isn't worth it. your life is worth more than ours ....   ❜ his words are for astra alone. but he didn't care if cyrus here them at this point. it was just further proof that he had been in contact with her. ever since his graduation, if memory served.

Astra knew Nico was nearby. As soon as Astra had performed the ancient magic spell, one that could break blood vows, eliminate contracts, and purify darkness. The spell took a long bit of concentration and only happened once Cyrus had extracted all of the information he needed from Oliver through the truth potion.

Astra felt a bit exhausted from that spell, her breathing harsh as she dealt with the aftermath of breaking such a dark, horrible mark and vow. Ancient magic demanded some form of retribution otherwise...it would be extracted in the form of dark magic - angry and red in colour - with nowhere to go. And so, Astra took the brunt of it. Took the pain of it, let the dark angry magic wash over her in retaliation, held strong as it tried to hurt her, but she kept her walls up successfully, not wanting the dark magic to cut too deep.

Her legs moved before she could fully recover, knowing that Elektra would take care of Oliver, knowing that he must feel so much peace without the mark draining him. However, there was --

"Nico," she breathed out as she burst through the door where they were keeping him hostage. Cyrus was not too far behind her, his mouth set in a peevish expression at the sight of Nico. However, Astra.... was tearing up.

It'd been years since she'd last seen him properly. Her eyes pled for him to take the truth potion so that she could finally remove that horrible mark on him. Her legs shook slightly and she took a seat nearby, allowing her body to recover slowly but surely as she watched him.

"Oli is safe. We haven't hurt him," Astra said, much to the irritation of Cyrus who shot her a look that told her to stay quiet.

"How convenient that you fall into our hands so willingly," Cyrus sneered, gunmetal grey eyes ruthless and cold. To Astra, he was one of the coldest individuals she'd ever met... but he accomplished everything he set his mind to. However, it is today he saw Astra not take his shit.

"It's not convenience. He is working against Klarick and has been saving my life since he came to power by sending me messages to move locations," Astra argued from her seat, brown eyes locked on his and jaw set in a stubborn way. "He is not an enemy."

Cyrus' eyes flared with a momentary surprise before turning to Nico. "Is this true? Are you working against him? How are you able to work against the mark?" Astra had, for days, encased this area with an ancient magic barrier that prevented anyone from apparating. Including those with a dark mark. That meant, Klarick could not reach him here, nor could he call Nico back.

However, all Astra could do was take in his features, and see the true weariness behind that facade, mixed with anger and fear. It caused her hands to curl against her lap in agitation, wanting nothing more than for this interrogation to end so that she could bring him some peace. However, Cyrus would not stop at just this.

"What are Klarick's plans with Astra?" Cyrus demanded.

[opuxmagnum]

Just some body rambles;

Right out the gate; I defined much of her image as a mesh between ‘vaguely human’ and very obviously Pthumerian. Her image of course is based on what I have seen expressly on Pthumerians we see present in game (The queen, The descendant, those who roam the chalices etc) on top of some of my own HC’s and things I had in mind for Rosealia. I am returning to some older ideas tbh...

Despite a human visage she stands at a towering height of nearly “7′0′ (213 cm), one of many prominent details that speaks of her dubious Pthumerian lineage. While her height is a defining factor, it isn’t the only thing of note.

Her skin is of an ashen hue, with muted under shades of blue. In broad daylight, it is starkly obvious as she appears visually pale grey. This is also noticeable in the shade of her lips-- a darkened slate grey hue with a tinge of a muted blue.

Her hair is a vibrant shade of white with traces of silver and is of a fine and full texture. The length of is stops just about her mid back and it is customary for her to bind it into a loose side braid, or a tightly fitted bun.

Her musculature of her form is defined, a broad form significantly more sculpted in appearance with wide set shoulders and a powerful back muscle structure.

 Long, swan-like neck with pronounced collar bone maybe just one too many extra cervical vertebrae..

Lengthy toned limbs while befitting of her structure are still unusually long even for her considerable height. Her legs are in mirroring proportion to the abnormal length of her arms– making her already muscular visage appear somewhat deceivingly spindly at a glance. (Don’t get her wrong she can wrap her whole hand around ur face or rip you apart no issue and out duel many…)

Her eyes consist of a icy silver hue with flecks of pale blue, set against a darkened sclera that emphasizes. Drawing attention to her eyes and the construct of their shape from socket to brow ridge. The shape and structure of her eye is somewhat wider, taking on a peculiar angle given the augmented shape --it appears somewhat reminiscent of many nocturnal creatures.

Her mouth seems just a little long in accordance to her facial structure. That is simply due in part to the size and structure of her skull and width of her jaw line. This is along with the rest of her too-long features.

Lastly, upon her hands she bares an additional digit -- noting 6 upon each. Although she may hold a humanoid form, many things about her aren’t ‘right’. She is unfortunately a being who stands separate of man and far removed. Regardless on if she likes it or not... :/

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Speculations from the cavern Part III

Part I

Part II

Let's dig into the most unhinged Uchiha's tradition : eyes exchange !

Based on both pictures above, it looks like it's the same set of eyes and that Madara just removed the blind one. But no it's much more chaotic than that!

That's not his original eyes to start with. He inherited Izuna's eyes in the same way Itachi offers his to Sasuke to awake the Eternal Mangakyou Sharingan. Slight digression but am I the only one wondering what Madara and Sasuke did with their "old" pair of eyes? Did they just dump them in a bin, can they re-use them later or give to someone else? Or do they just rot when detached from their original sockets? (Gosh... I feel this post is getting too graphic 😭)

From part II, we know now that Madara was actually free to move across the globe most of his life. Everyone thought he was dead at the Valley of the End and after roughly a decade most of people who personally knew him were deceased. However, he was handicapped with only one sharingan left. His right eyes had been sacrificed to resurrect himself with Izanagi.

Since he was waiting for the Rinnegan, I don't think he replaced his blind one but who knows? he said also, I misquote, that Sharingan are like light bulb always good to have more on the side.

Talking about spare eyes. There is at least two people (aside Obito) that Madara met during this long exile. Nagato and an Uchiha who gave him his single sharingan.

For the unknown Uchiha there is many possibilities :

1/ Did Madara have the habits like Danzo to collect Sharingans after a battle? And there was so many wars during his lifetime, it's like doing mushroom picking in the forest.

2/ He kept secret contact with some Uchihas inside Konoha, still loyal to him. But I'm not convinced. He seems to have been totally cut off from Konoha when he left.

3/ He has known (sympathized?) with an other Uchiha in his old days before he awakened his Rinnegan. That could be a nice fanfic idea if anyone interested. That person was probably not strong or relevant enough to be useful as a pawn, but close enough to have giving him his/her unique eye left for some reason.

About Nagato. All I can speculate is that like Obito both were rushed choices. Not rush in a way it was a mistake, but rushed that as soon as Madara has awakened his Rinnegan he literally had a countdown above his head before dying. His first move was to look for a senju descendant. How strange to choose a distant Uzumaki cousin rather that a direct Senju like Princess Tsunade? In theory she is an ideal candidate to be able to bear the Rinnegan, she is both descendant of Hashirama Senju and Mito Uzumaki. Was she not easily accessible to him? (I think she was already a grown adult and trained medecine shinobi by this time) Did he already reckon she was too weak for the job? Maybe witnessing her story and her struggle with haemophobia, alcoholism and depression ect.. He judged her long time ago as a "weak woman" for carrying his plan. But for sure, he knew perfectly the Senju/Uzumaki lineage, he didn't discovered her during the 4th shinobi war. The fact he never mentioned her name shows how disappointed he was by her abilities as Hashirama's heiress.

Finally he chose Nagato, an immigrant in the Ame country if I remember well. Just like Karin, or Kushina, he was one of the few survivor from Uzumaki clan scattered in different countries. It's hard to tell how Madara could have switch his eyes without his parents noticing it. It seems you can't deactivate a Rinnegan like a Sharingan. Hagoromo, Madara, Nagato and even Sasuke never switch them off once it's awakened. Like how the hell can you look at your child one day with normal pupils and the next day looking crazy like this :

Anyway that's it for now.

Next Part IV

[ha-hatdog]

all in a day's work / daisuke kambe

somebod requested a badass reader? sorry for this very late update. online classes is kicking my butt. you wanted either a scenario or a headcanon so i decided to make both. long scenario/headcanom mashup ahead.

requsted by anon: Hii!! I just want to say first of all, that I just discovered your blog and I just fell in love with it, keep going you’re amazing❤️❤️ soo can I ask for a Headcanon or scenario (it’s up to you) where Haru has a female friend who works in modern crimes prevention and is really badass (like she knows how to fight and all that stuff), so one day she helps Daisuke and Haru in a investigation in which a fight starts and Daisuke gets impressed by her abilities and develops a crush on her (????)

UNEDITED

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It was another mundane morning for the the Modern Crimes department. The room was oddly colder, and the civil servants occupying the compact and simple space secluded themselves with their own businesses. Mahoro Saeki sat on the couch partaking in an unhealthy snack she had shipped from a foreign country, Kamei Shinnosuke was browsing through the internet and more than once using to his advantage the global connection that comes with his access to the computer in order to satisfy his habits and indecent hobbies, Yumoto Teppei tuning in to the occuring horse race in an international channel in his device, Nakamoto Chosuke merrily bading his time reading through documents of recent illegal activities assigned to his care, Kiyomizu Yukihiro fiddling with yet another craft he made out of wood and glue, Kato Haru awaiting the telephone to sound off and have another indiviual summon him for a petty crime, and Kambe Daisuke seated far from the othere, legs crossed and chin resting on his knuckles as he appraised the tranquil area.

Haru slammed his hands on his desk and threw his head, moaning in disdain. "Why isn't the phone ringing?" Whined he as his posture was regained after a moment or so. His eyes, lit with pure frustration and impatience, glared at the telephone, as though threatening without verbalizing his objective would somehow make it ring. "Come on, ring, you stupid phone. How come you always ring whenever I don't want you to and don't when I do?"

"It's a slow day." Remarked Kamei, not takint his eyes off his computer as he regarded his colleague. "Try to enjoy it. You can have all your action some other day."

Haru leaned against his chair, back sliding against the backrest and the back of his neck hitting the edge of his leverage. "Not everyone has weird hobby to keep themselves entertained." Countered Haru, and a pout formed on the blond male's lips at the comment. "This job is what keeps me from going insane."

The offended male turned his swivel chair to face Haru, face scrunched with the same attribute he exuded, "Oi, don't say it like that. It's bad if you describe it like that."

"It's weird without even having to add the adjective." Saeki chimed in between her chewing, humming as the flavor of the chip formerly cinched in the possession of her fingers travelled to her taste buds.

Kamei whipped around to her position, shoulders tensr with the taste of truth and reality, both of which ignored in favor of living in bliss. "It's nor weird. It's perfectly normal for men to be looking at those . . . sort of inappropriate . . . videos." His words trailed off as he came to realization that his own defense betrayed him.

"I agree, but not at work." Haru simply retorted. "Would you want to see me cooking a whole feast inside the precint?"

Kamei looked up in ponder, mouth curling as his thought process stuttered before he presented his inquiry, "Do we get to taste the food you made though?"

Haru stared at the blond man with an impervious mask decorating his appearance, unimpressed with how the man broached the metaphorical event served to him. "Never mind." Shaking his head with amicable dismay, Haru turned his seat to a half circle, arms taking space upon the the armrests. His line of sight crossed over the facile yet minimalistic design of their room, the dull colors of the walls an addition to his disinterest until it landed on a brooding and well vested man.

The referred individual had boredom etched all over his striking features, the lack of events occuring in the Modern Crimes he could invest his time in had him in a bad mood although showcasing it to his colleagues was not his cup of tea. He and Haru were different, and how they handle themselves in this patience consuming day was one of them.

"I'm surprised you're still here." Haru conveyed with a vestige of astonishment. Truly the older man had no such ability that could understand the complexity of his wealthy counteepart. Most days, whenever days were a little too slow for his liking, he would up and retreat back to his home (mansion seems more of an appropriate term to refer to his household) but lately, he had been spending more time in the precinct, and Haru did not know how he should react to this development, or devolvement. His comment floated in the density formulating inside the office, and everybody present swiveled their heads to await his response. "I thought you'd be back in your house now. No cases today, it seems. No games to entertain yourself with today."

"Tell me something I have yet to know, Inspector Kato." Retorted Daisuke, and a tick mark grew on Haru's forehead, but his displeasure to his rude counter was ignored as Daisuke brought his fingers to his ear. He spoke, enough for others to hear his statements. "HEUSC, locate the nearest and most recent crimes occuring within the area."

Haru rose from his seat, alarmed. "Oi, what do you think you're doing?"

Daisuke did not respond to Haru and awaited his butler's relay of information. It did not take more than a few seconds until it has accumulated enough information to submit to his master. "A few streets away, a murder of two took place in a bar called Denyr. Investigation is in process currently."

Daisuke removed his hand from his earpiece and looked towards a flabbergasted. "You heard HEUSC. Let's get going." Daisuke stood up from the couch, dusting himself off before making his way towards the door.

"Wait a minute," Clamored Haru, and Daisuke looked over his shoulder to gaze at him. Haru gritted his teeth, irritated. "You can't just up and go and do whatever you want! This is not your call! We weren't called so we'll just disturb everyone else who's already there."

"Aren't cops allowed to interfere in crimes or disturbance in peace whenever they want? It's their job." Said Daisuke. "And besides, you're just as eager as I am to do something other than waste the entire day waiting for the phone to ring." Then he frowned. "Unless, I'm mistaken, of course. I have no qualms leaving you here. I'm sure you'll be useful for warming up your chair for tomorrow."

Haru growled at him. "You stupid . . . " He grunted and took his jacket off his chair. "Fine! I'll go with you, just to keep you in check!"

“Wait a minute,” Exclaimed Saeki, causing Haru and Daisuke to turn just as the latter had began turning the doorknob. The pink haired female abandoned her seat in favor of giving them a standing and patronizing narrowed glower. “Haru, aren’t you forgetting something today?”

Haru looked up in thought, trying to recall what Saeki was implying. Nothing significant manifested in his line of thought and he turned to his colleague with a frown conjuring in his mien. “Uh, I don’t think I’m forgetting anything.” Answered Haru.

Daisuke grunted, displeased by the interrupting. “Then let’s get going.”

Daisuke pushed the door open and stepped outside. Haru was following suit, shrugging his jacket on when Saeki called out for them once more, particularly the older officer. She had her arms crossed, an unamused pout forming on her brims. “Haru, don’t be stupid!” Clamored she. “I can’t believe you forgot what today is!”

Haru let out an exasperated sigh. “I honestly can’t remember what makes today so important.” Said he. “What is it?”

Kamei rolled his swivel chair back, making sure to reveal himself from any obstructions blocking his form. “Eh? You of all people forgot (Your Name) is coming back?” He conveyed and whistled right after. “That’s surprising, and disappointing. I’m sure she won’t be thrilled knowing you’ll be the last one welcoming her back after her hospitalization – her best friend, her partner in crime.”

Haru’s face fell upon acquiring the information relayed to him. His mind refreshed, finally remembering the time when you took your time from resting in the hospital just to tell him you were soon to be discharged after the outcome of you recklessly electing to throw yourself in front of him when the perpetrator pulled the trigger and shot a bullet his way. You were fortunate enough to have the cylindrical metal projectile imbedded nowhere near any of your vital veins, but due to your blood loss as well as the stacking strain and stress in your body forced you to be admitted in the care of the hospital. Haru was sure you were not supposed to move when you selected to take your phone and call him because he can hear the nurse in the other line scolding you, telling you to end the connection and to rest easy for the remaining week. He could only miss you more – he knew how much you hated doing anything but police work. Haru couldn’t believe he forgot about that since he distinctly remember hardly being able to be consumed by sleep when excitement for your return filled him.

“Shit, it’s today.” Cursed Haru as his shoulders dropped. He slapped his palm against his forehead, groaning. “My God – how can I forget? I’m the worst partner ever.”

Daisuke glanced at Haru, bemused. This was the first time he had heard over this (Your Name) woman. To him, Haru was always a lone wolf who preferred to be alone in his work unless he was required to have a companion with him. Or maybe because it was loyalty to his said partner kept him from going to missions with another. Daisuke looked back at Saeki and Kamei, “Who’s (Your Name)?”

Haru wanted nothing more than to hide your existence from Daisuke. You already had so much in your plate and having a rich bastard interpolating with it was more than you can handle, especially after being hospitalized for quite a while. But it was inevitable for the two of you to meet seeing as Daisuke seemed to be taking a strong liking with playing cop and were in the same department as him. So resigning with the concept of keeping you away from Daisuke, Haru let out a deep sigh. “(Your Name) is another cop in our department. She’s my partner.”

Daisuke blinked at him. “Someone can actually put up with you?”

Haru angrily show his fist to Daisuke, irritation swathing his figure. “What was that? I should be the one saying something that! I don’t know how Suzue-san can put up with your rich ass!”

“Maybe if you’re rich, you’ll know.” Countered Daisuke.

Before Haru could grab hold of Daisuke’s collar, the latter efficiently evaded his attempt to do so and stalked off into the corridor, adjusting his pristine suit as he ventured away. “If you want to stay here and wait for your partner, fine by me. I can go alone and handle the murders all by myself.” He said without looking back to meet Haru’s hardened gaze. “I’m sure this (Your Name) person is more important than the safety of other Japanese citizens.”

“O-Oi, I haven’t even decided yet! Don’t assume I’m not going!” As much as Haru wanted to be the first person to greet you back to work, he too loved justice and cared about the people who wanted to live in peace. Clicking his tongue out of annoyance, he turned to everyone left in the room, and all of them returned his gaze with bemused expressions. “Kambe and I will be quick. We’ll just drop by the crime scene and then cime back. I’m sure I’ll be able to return here before (Your Name) can. If not, tell her I’ll be back soon.”

***

daisuke was never inclined to pursue a romantic relationship. ever since witnessing his mother died, his life had been reserved into finding the truth. but little did he know, his perspective in love and romance will change, and hary will most certainly freak the fuck out

the two police officers arrived in the crime scene in a short amount of time. with how daisuke was speeding, it was understandable they would get there fast and very understandable how haru's whole life flashed right before his eyes. daisuke was actually tempted to go even faster but opposed to it after a while as he did not want to deal more with haru's tantrum after he recovered.

of course when they arrived there, the detectives assigned to the case shooed them off because they're not part of the investigations.

daisuke knew how to deal with them, of course. he brandished stacks of yen to include them in the case and the detectives were like 👀 because you know, who doesn't want extra cash?

haru didn't bother complaning anymore and just went to work. he wanted to get back to the station as soon as possible and welcome you first. best friend efforts, get a best friend like haru.

haru: "i scout the ground floor, you go upstairs - AND NO SPENDING MONEY YOU RICH BASTARD"

daisuke:

haru:

daisuke:

haru:

daisuke:

haru:

haru: "and - "

daisuke left before haru could finish his sentence. really daisuke just stayed and didn't answer him just so he could piss haru off. it worked nonetheless and daisuke can hear haru cursing at him as he walked upstairs

but we all know whatever daisuke does pisses haru off so so it didn't matter.

daisuke went up to the second floor if the bar and he saw how thrashed the place was

overturned tables, fallen chairs, broken bottles, reeks of alcohol, smears and pools of blood but everything seemed pleasant to look at compared to the two corpses that laid out on the floor with police tapes around them. it looked like a small massacre occured in there, and thay surely was the case

head smashed, chunks of flesh scattered, broken skulls but daisuke merely stared at them blankly

he wasn't disgusted nor disturbed. seeing his own mother's corpse was enough for him to deem gore as just another normal addition to his life

like another detective, daisuke began looking for clues. he searched the entire place like the good and professional detective he is -

who am i kidding - the first thing he did once he sees the condition of the second floor was, or course, ask HEUSC for information. screw asking them from fellow detectives when daisuke has his own ai butler

ahh perks of being a kambe

daisuke: "heusc, tell me the exact number of people that attended this bar between nine am to twelve in the afternoon"

heusc: "understood"

it did not take long until heusc responded

heusc: "the exact number of people who attended genyr is twenty seven. twelve in the ground floor, twelve in the ground floor, fifteen in the second. there are two dead bodies found in the second floor - "

daisuke snapped his head to the ceiling as soon as he heard a soft creak emit from over him

daisuke stared at the ceiling for about a moment before askint heusc - "look at the footage from the surveillance cameras surrounding the the bar. how many people fled outside?"

daisuke heard another creek above him, and this time he was sure he wasn't alone

and his unknown companion would love to have him in the same state as the corpses

and heusc replied: "twenty four"

daisuke closed his eyes, "is that so?"

heusc: "one person remains inside the building"

daisuke dropped his communication with his ai and positioned himself to a clean posture, back straight and hands tucked inside his pockets

daisuke: "you can come out now. no use hiding. i know you're here"

no response

daisuke clicked his tongue, "i heard you moving around in the ceiling the entire time i'm here and it's only been two minutes. you're not as discreet as you think you are. reveal yourself now and i'd consider lessening your time in jail."

still, silence greeted him

daisuke was growing irritated by the lack of answer given to him.

daisuke: "a coworker of mine needs to be back at the station right now for a reunion with his girlfriend - " daisuke paused as he imagined haru having a girlfriend. " - so let's keep this short and simple. surrender and as i have promised earlier, i will try to get you lesser years in prison"

but daisuke was not intending to keep this promise. even he knows giving a generous offer to criminals would weaken their resolve

but again, there was no answer

but he expected this

he always does to every case he gets handed with, or forced his hands to

daisuke observed the ceiling through a blank lense before sighing "if this is how you want things to go down, then so be it"

daisuke touched his earring and deliberately increased the volume of his voice as he spoke to heusc - "heusc, purchase the bar and its neighboring buildings and set a bomb for twenty minutes. tell the others to get out of here as soon as possible" he sneered at the ceiling. "i don't mind dying inside this bar with the suspect. it's the norm for a police officer to risk theit lives in the name of justice"

he sounded like haru for a moment there

heusc responded immediately: "understood, sir. balance: unlimited"

it was after that statement did a response come to light

the ceiling above daisuke broke as a firm kick broke through the fragile material

daisuke jumped away before a slim figure of a man dropped down from the hole

before daisuke could move, the man dashed pass him and out of the room, his oustretchrd hand barely grazing the bloodied clothes he wore

daisuke didn't waste time and recovered from his stunned state before following after the perpetrator

daisuke kept losing track of the man from time to the time and when he got down to the grounr floor, he saw no sign of him

nobody was present inside the bar anymore per order of heusc and money

all except for haru of course who immediately ran out of the place he was scouring and back to the main room

daisuke knew he heard heusc's order to leave the building but

haru will always be haru

haru, upon seeing daisuke's solemn state, asked: "what happened"

daisuke: "the man - did you see him?"

*haru, confused noises*: "what man? who?"

daisuke: "the man who killed the peple upstairs - he was still here and he ran down, didn't you hear him?"

haru: "no, i didn't - " his sentence was cut off when a figure suddenly lunged at him

lo and behold the criminal who was hiding behind an overturned couch

haru and the man tumbled down to the ground, fists and feet swinging wildly. daisuke watched as haru struggled to acquire dominance over the situation

daisuke: "heusc, identity of the killer"

heusc: "sakatoshi matona, a former bouncer for genyr until he was let go without reason"

haru strung out profanities and grunts as he and the matona rolled on the floor, trying to pin the other down. with a boost of strength, matona managed to get the upper hand and he put all his weight on haru. his hands found haru's neck and began strangling him

daisuke was like aren't you cop? win you idiot in the inside and haru was like aren't you a cop? help me you bastard in the inside. just the norm for the reckless and seemingly suicidal cops

haru: "gwet hiff op opp mii"

heusc: "transalation: get him off of me"

daisuke took action after that. he pulled matona off of haru and immediately socked him on the face

matona stumbled back but daisuke underestimated the time he would tske to recover and he tumbled back as the criminal retaliated with a punch of his own

daisuke dodged the assault but in the process, temporarily losing his posture. matona took this as an opportunity to continue his line of attacks, landing a few good hits on daisuke but majority of the time, he failed

daisuke recovered from the initial shock matona has inflicted him with and returned to momentum ane he was preparing his attack when bam - haru kato

my day be so fine then boom - haru kato

daisuke's eyes widened when haru, after standing up, tried to lock matona's arms to prevent him from moving anymore but instead, his chest met with an elbow

air was taken away from him and haru staggered backwards, clutching his chest and matona seized him

daisuke cursed and shot forward to help him but stopped when matona took haru's gun away from him and pointed it towards haru

matona: "stand back or i'll shoot"

haru raised his hands in surrender but daisuke did not

and haru was: ?????!!!!! tryna get me killed????!!!!

daisuke: "i can keep my promise, you know"

matona pointed the gun at daisuke

matona: "how can you when you're just a lowly cop?"

daisuke took out his cigar and lit up

daisuke: "yes, because a lowly cop can just buy buildings with a single command from an ai"

matona growled "rich, snobby, uncaring, and a liar. you're just the same like the people i killed"

daisuke opened his mouth to reply when a feminine voice cuts in

"finally, a confession. now we can get this over with"

before anyone could react appropriately, matona felt a hand take hold of his stolen gun and tore it away from his grasp before a heel sunk into his stomach, causing him to spit out blood

daisuke saw her, a woman standing with such grace, confidence, and strength with a gun in her hand and a smirk on her brims

daisuke couldn't move not from shock, but with admiration

who was this woman?

and what was this thudding in his chest

doki doki

his face was hot, very hot

and so was the woman

"( YOUR NAME )???"

daisuke turned and saw haru gawking at you

haru: (@[]@!!)

daisuke: （－－）

also daisuke: is that really (your name)? haru's partner? haru's girlfriend?

daisuke: hmp hmp（｀ー´）

you turned to both of them and daisuke was blown away with you that he nearly fell

he thinks you're very pretty

V E R Y

doki doki

you smiled widely at them: "haru, it's so nice to see you again" and then you turned to daisuke

daisuke froze and his cigar dropped

you glanced back at haru: "you already replaced me?"

haru: "tf no! rich boy here wanted to plays cops for a while so he went to our department. you know me, i could never replace you"

daisuke glared at haru

it waa obvious he was trying hard not to upset you (though you didn't look like the type who would get easily offended)

plus he's pushing a single and narrow minded narrative about him towards you. what if you hate him?

but you didn't and merely smiled at him, ignoring the criminal trembling from the pain of your kick

you: "my name is (your name)"

daisuke.exe has stopped working

jk that won't happen to daisuke

for now at least

daisuke: "kambe daisuke"

you, smiling: "nice to meet you, kambe daisuke!"

haru: "how did you find us here?"

you: "was gon get a drink before i head to the station but then i saw police tapes and stuff"

haru looked alarmed: "YOU WERE GOING TO DRINK RIGHT AFTER YOU GOT RELEASED FROM THE HOSPITAL"

you turned away from them, facing matona: "you can continue scolding me after we arrest this killer, haru. sorry in advance for haru, daisuke. he can be pretty overbearing and protective"

daisuke: "i can tell"

haru was offended okay?

you were already teaming up with daisuke to tease? betrayal.

haru: "how dare you (your name) - "

you did not let haru to finish his sentence and starter beating the shit out of matona like DAMN GHORL

daisuke and haru watched from a distance as you expertly used the gun to your advantage without pulling the trigger. you used the metal to hit him in fragile parts of his body in order to limit his movement

daisuke gawked at you

he has never seen such fluid execution for an arrest

daisuke looked: O-O

haru, seeing him, smugly crossed his arms and said: "you get to see how amazing (your name) is as a cop. she's my partner"

just as he said that, you pinned the criminal down on the ground, gun discarded, your one hand straining his arm behind his back and the other pinning his other hand on the ground

you: "i just got out of the hospital. how did i still win?"

daisuke suddenly frowned

oh, right. she's haru's girlfriend.

several minutes later, you successfully managed to arrest sakatoshi matona and the other detectives came to take him. but of course, you made sure you, daisuke, and haru were getting the recognition

like hell you were letting someone else get the glory for your efforts

you returned to daisuke and haru, smiling

they were talkiny when you hugged haru from behind

you: "haru i missed youuuu. it was lonely without your annoying butt looking out after me all the time"

haru flushed red

haru: "if you didn't catch the bullet for me then - "

you: "and let you get shot instead? nu uh, no way. i would take any bullet for you. right, daisuke?"

he felt speechless when you regarded him

daisuke didn't know what else to say to you so he said: "yes, i agree"

but somehow the the thought of you getting shot angered him

haru looked at daisuke, thinking: he acting kinda sus rn

you turned to haru and the two of you began catching up, smiling and laughing

you two looked comfortable so with each other. you two were carbon copies of one another, except you were ten times better, sorry haru

you two were made for each other

no wonder you're his girlfriend

you: "how's everyone in the precinct?"

haru: "still the same. everyone missed you"

daisuke: "are you two together?"

haru: 👁👄👁

you: *long ass laughing emoji*

haru turned very red, shouting: "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT IDEA"

daisuke: "you said you were partners - "

you: "i didn't know you liked me that way, haru - "

haru: "NO I DON'T KAMBE WAS JUST BEING A DUMBASS"

you tittered and turned to daisuke: "no, we're not together, kambe-san" you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "sorry if i scared you"

daisuke felt relief wash over him

daisuke: "i was just wondering. you and haru seemed very close so i was just making sure i wasn't misunderstanding"

daisuke froze with wide eyes when you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek

and you whispered to him: "gotta work on being discreet when you look at me. i can practically see you chasing after me in the future with how you were looking at me. i'm flattered you find me that fascinating"

you turned to the shook haru: "i like this one, haru. we should bring him along with our cases"

you regarded them both: "anyways, i'll be heading over to the station first. i can write up the report and have man behind bars quickly. don't worry though, i'll make all three of us have the glory. i trust that you two can finish up here without me?"

the two men wanted to say something but both of them were stunned. you just kissed daisuke on the cheek and your best friend saw it. daisuke's eyes were wide and haru had his jaw dropping down

they still didn't say anything when you bid them farewell and just watched as you went to a police car with another cop where matona was and sped off

daisuke can feel his heart hammering against his chest

what was this feeling? it was so strange and . . . it's just strange, but he was not oppossed to thie feeling

in fact, he wanted more of it. as long as it came from you, it was fine

haru, however, was not

haru looked like he had seen the most horrifying thing ever

B E T R A Y E D

his best friend and this cop wannabe?

D I S G U S T H A N G

daisuke cleared his throat and turned to haru to say something but was met with a finger pointed at his face and haru looking vexed

haru: "you - "

the bar and the buildings nearby exploded beforw haru could say anything more. everyone except for daisuke was startled and sunk down on the ground

daisuke was not though. and he remained standing. not for the reason he forgot about the bomb he instructed heusc to plant but because

- you kissed him and he was self destructing

daisuke held back the smile threatening to tear through his face

haru: "w-what was t-t-th - "

daisuke: "i forgot about the bomb, sorry"

[marsbutterfly]

I’ll Stand By You

Note: This is a direct continuation of a previous story called Letters to You. It's also the ending of a trilogy I wrote for Hanji. I'm so happy to finally be able to share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy it and if you feel comfortable, let me know what you think!

Previous Chapter

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Summary: No matter the amount of research you've done in your life, with Hanji or by yourself, nothing could have ever prepared you for the sight that greeted you.

"What in the world is going on here?"

You look at the destroyed castle ahead of you. Fear runs through your veins as you notice the titans storming the premises.

The sun barely shining from behind the walls, you notice the damage around you is far too great for it to have just started.

By the looks of it, the cadets have been fighting for at least a couple of hours.

"But that's not possible. Titans have never shown any signs that they could walk at night!" You think to yourself as you gently tap the sides of your horse, making it go faster.

You get ready to draw your blades when you lay your eyes on the five teenagers standing on the roof. They are too far away and screaming would be pointless.

Until you notice someone jump off the roof and before you know it, bright lightning comes falling from the sky, much like when Eren transforms.

You decide to slow down for a few minutes while the 3-meter class titan takes down several of its kind before getting its hair pulled, making it hard for It to move. From afar, you hear Krista's voice:

"If you're going to die protecting this tower, forget about it! Tear it down!"

You can feel your heart skip a bit, Maybe I misheard her, you think to yourself. Is it possible that this small, big-headed titan is one of them?

From all your research and theories, you did come across the possibility of other people having the same power as Eren and Annie, but you didn't realize there could be another person in such close proximity to you with this ability.

As the teenagers now rest on the floor, surrounded by all the debris and dead titans, you switch onto your gear preparing to kill the remaining titans.

"Are you guys ok?" You ask, striking the first one. They all smile at you, the relief on their faces is undeniable. That brings a smile to your face.

"Holy shit, I have never been so happy to see you, Y/N!" Connie says before putting his hands on the back of his head, you can see a few tears coming down his cheeks as they run after Christa.

Before you have time to do anything, you see a titan in front of her, about to grab her small body with its hands. As you prepare to kill it, you see a figure fly past you and strike one blow to the titan's nape.

You smile at the black-haired girl standing on top of a pile of rocks.

"Mikasa!"

"We'll take it from here. Come on, Y/N"

You nod at her before taking off, killing at least 3 titans on the way.

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Once the Scouts ensure that all titans are dead, you use the cloud of smoke to go check on the person who emerged from the now decomposing corpse.

Ymir lost a leg and an arm, not including all of her internal injuries. Christa is already by her side while everyone else seems to take a step further away from her.

You feel two hands grabbing your waist and someone's head resting on your shoulder. A smile appears on your lips once you smell her perfume so close to you.

"I'm so glad you came!" Hanji whispers in your ear, her voice bringing chills up and down your skin.

"Of course I did!" She turns your body around and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around her neck, giving her a quick kiss. "You asked me to!"

She smiles at you before turning her focus to the injured girl on the floor. Steam is already coming out of her wounds before Hanji even has time to take a closer look.

As you are about to kneel by her side, you pay close attention to Christa's next words.

"My real name is Historia."

The small, blonde girl looks at you right after Ymir closes her eyes once again, you flash her a gentle smile, in a way of telling her everything will be ok before starting to move the taller girl onto the stretcher.

With Hanji and Moblit's help, you finish tying her body up in place, not only trying to prevent her injuries from getting worse, but also to give the other soldiers a sense of security. Some of them seem too scared to even be around her, even if she's not awake.

You watch as her body gets lifted from the floor and makes its way towards the top of the walls.

Before you have time to use your own gear, you feel Hanji's hand wrap around your torso and your feet suddenly aren't touching the floor anymore. You let out a startled scream as she brings you up towards the top of the wall with her own gear.

Once she places you on the floor, you feel your legs shaking slightly.

"A warning would've been nice!!!" Your body falls on the floor as you try to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

She sits next to you, moving your hair away from your face so she can get a better look at you.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you." She smiles at you, you try to stay mad at her but the heat rising to your cheeks clearly proves you won't be able to.

You lean closer to her, softly brushing your lips against hers but as you are about to kiss her, you hear Christa's voice calling her name.

"We'll continue this later, I promise." You say and Hanji looks rather disappointed by the interruption but finding out what happened before the Scouts got there is the priority.

You can hear the two of them talking and the blonde girl explains how Ymir took the knife out of Connie's hand and jumped, transforming into a titan in midair.

"Ymir is an ally of humanity!"

A smirk takes over your features, Ymir is not the nicest person you know but, when it comes to the girl she loves, she would do anything to keep her safe.

You look at your favorite girl walking away by Christa's side and you decide to follow closely behind, paying attention to every word they are saying.

"Historia Reiss, as in the Royal Family Reiss?" You say before a few seconds of silence. She only nods and looks at her feet. You touch her right shoulder as Hanji touches her left, and at the same time you both say,

"Nice to meet you, Historia!" Followed by a warm and gentle smile.

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As you get closer to Ymir's body, Historia runs and kneels by her side. You look at Moblit, who seems a bit surprised to see you, but still pays more attention to the current issue.

"She's still in a coma. She has, however, stopped bleeding and steam continues to come out of her wounds."

The three of you start to walk away, talking about which course of action will be the best but before you get too far, Hanji suddenly stops walking.

"Y/N... we don't know this for sure but we are almost certain that Bertholdt and Reiner are the Colossal and Armored Titans." She says, quietly. In a state of shock and denial, you simply let out a laugh, hoping it was just a sick joke.

"You cannot be serious right now." You take a deep breath. Hanji gets closer and places a hand on your shoulder.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

You look behind you to see Eren and the other two boys talking. You can only understand parts of what they are saying, but as soon as the red flag on the wall is ripped from its pole, everyone goes silent.

All you can hear is Reiner's confession.

"Reiner, are we doing this here? NOW?" You can hear the despair in Bertholdt's voice but also a hint of excitement. You see a silhouette pass by you and slice both boys. Reiner's arm and Bertholdt's throat.

As Mikasa is about to finish the tall, brown-haired boy off, Reiner pushes her off the wall.

You can see bright, yellow lights around them as you run back towards Eren. Armin yells telling him to run away but it's too late.

Everything happens too fast. The lightning strikes both boys and an explosion pushes you all away from them.

Your body gets flung against the boxes containing equipment and as you open your eyes, the Armored Titan and the Colossal Titan stand before you.

Reiner holds Eren in his hand as he goes down the wall and Bert slowly extends his arms grabbing Ymir and one other soldier.

The heat coming from the Colossal Titan plus the pain from your unhealed wounds are enough to turn your vision black before you can even realize it.

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You wake up a few minutes later, the blue sky finally showing up from behind the dark gray clouds. You let out a grunt as you sit up, looking around you to access the situation.

You see the massive titan still attached to the wall and steam coming out of its body. From the looks of it, he's been sitting in this exact position for at least 20 minutes. You can't see any skin on his face, just his bones.

"Y/N!" Historia's voice enters your ears right before you hear a loud roar coming from the ground. You look at her, waiting for some kind of explanation but she looks just as confused as you.

"Was that the Armored Titan?" You try to stand up but the pain in your head forces you to lay back down. Another grunt leaves your throat as you frown in frustration.

You can hear Historia giggle softly.

"Don't break any more ribs, Y/N." You look at her, your mouth hanging wide open as you start laughing at her statement, but before you have time to go off on her, the wall starts shaking and the Colossal Titan's body starts to detach from the wall, making its way towards the ground.

As his body hits the floor, you can see the intense cloud of steam coming up and multiple soldiers screaming, you can recognize Hanji's voice as one of them.

Your heart skips a beat and you quickly get up on your feet, completely forgetting about your own pain. You see dozens of soldiers being flung in the air and among them, you notice Hanji.

As the hook of her gear detaches from the wall, her body begins to fall and you realize she's unconscious. Somehow finding enough strength, you run towards her, jumping over the bodies of other soldiers who suffered the same fate as her.

You position yourself underneath her falling body just seconds before she hits the floor. In a miraculous matter, you manage to grab Hanji without further injuring yourself or her.

You walk closer to the injured soldiers with her body in your arms, right before placing Hanji down on the spot you were once resting on.

Gently, you place her head above your jacket and remove her glasses to have a better look at her injuries, making sure your touch won't cause her any more pain.

.

Five hours go by and most soldiers are still passed out. The ones with minor injuries start waking up and getting examined by those who weren't caught in the explosion.

Eren and Ymir have been taken away by Bertholdt and Reiner but there is nothing you can do. With the horses on the other side of the wall, waiting is your only option.

"Hannes." You call the blonde man standing by your side.

As you make eye contact with him, you tilt your head towards Eren's best friends. "You should go give them something to eat." While you hand him three rations, he nods and starts walking towards the teenagers.

Mikasa wraps herself with the scarf and for a second you can see tears in her eyes. You let a sigh, feeling bad for not being able to chase after Eren.

"Y/N?" You hear Hanji's voice by your side. You quickly look at her before leaning down her face, trying to get closer to her but not enough to worsen her injuries.

"Are you alright?" You ask.

"I've been better" She lets out a weak laugh, you shake your head and smile at her. Even when she's in pain, Hanji tries to make you smile.

As you start playing with her hair, you hear Commander Erwin's voice coming from behind you.

"I'll be right back." You say as you watch her frown. Once you're standing up, you blow her a kiss as you walk towards the commander.

You quickly salute before he gives you a look and nods. He asks you and Moblit if the situation remains the same but suddenly you feel a hand wrap around your boot.

Looking down, you see Hanji crawling towards the tall, blonde man standing in front of you. As she manages to find the strength, she looks up at the three of you.

"Bring me a map." She says, before collapsing on the floor yet again.

As the newly welcomed squad uses the lifts to switch the horses from one side of the wall to the other, Moblit quickly hands Hanji a map of the area. She stares at it for a few seconds before pointing at one specific spot.

"It might be a long shot, but there's a giant forest here." She says. You can notice how her hands shake slightly and your heart sinks for a moment. "It's not like they can hide the Armored Titan's footprints but I think that's where they are headed."

Someone standing behind you asks why she thinks that, but you can see how it hurts her to talk. The steam from the Colossal Titan probably got into her airways and burned not only the external part of her body but as well as the inside.

"It's a gamble." You say, all eyes now turn to you. Hanji nods gently with a smirk curling up on her lips. "Even if they can still transform, the titans outside the walls are still a threat."

Erwin clears his throat before starting to explain his plan. The soldiers who were badly burned are to stay here and rest but anyone who can ride a horse was to follow him after Eren.

.

You watch as the horses gallop away, leaving behind only dust and the support of their comrades. As you turn around to talk to Moblit, you watch Hanji crawling around and struggling to move.

You arch your right eyebrow as Moblit shrugs his shoulders, both of you try to find out where she's trying to go.

"Hanji?" He asks, tilting his head.

"Get me a horse!" She blurts out before collapsing on the floor again, you notice how she's struggling to breathe so you kneel next to her, gently placing your hand on her back.

"My love, where are you trying to go?" You ask, giving her the gentlest of looks.

"To the village where they captured the titan that couldn't walk." She says, tears forming in her eyes.

You sigh before looking at Moblit and shaking your head, she's in no condition to walk, much less ride a horse.

"Do you mean Ragako?" He asks while a confused look takes over his features. He then proceeds to look up at you, who now stares at him, daggers coming from your eyes.

You shake your head repeatedly, trying to quietly tell him not to indulge her.

"I need to see it... with my own eyes!" Hanji gives you a pleading look, almost as if she's silently begging you for permission. Before you can even reply to her, Moblit speaks again.

"Don't say something so ridiculous!" He blurs out. You widen your eyes at him for this is the first time you've ever seen him speak to her in such a manner. He takes a deep breath and nods. "All right. If you have a hunch then I'll go there on my own."

Before she can argue with him, he sprints towards the edge of the wall. "You just stay here with Y/N and pass out or something!" He says before gathering with other soldiers.

Hanji grunts and her body once again lays against the floor. You look at her, feeling bad for not being able to protect her. In a second, she uses the last ounce of her strength left to lay on her back as she stares at the now bright, blue sky.

You stand up once again, determined to move her closer to another soldier, so they could apply medicine on her burns. She proceeds to look at you as she tries to find an angle where it doesn't hurt to breathe.

In an instant, you lower your body and pick her up in your arms. A loud squirm leaving her throat as she wraps her arms around your neck. Hanji smiles at you brightly before shifting her lips, inviting you for a kiss.

You happily oblige and carefully lower your body once again so your lips can meet hers. It's a quick and gentle kiss but filled with love nevertheless. You take a few steps forward before placing her down again.

The black-haired soldier comes to examine Hanji but as you are about to leave and go check to make sure Moblit was able to leave the wall safely, you feel a hand wrapping around your wrist.

"Don't leave me." Hanji says. You know it took all of her strength to ask you for this small favor. With a warm, bright smile, you sit behind her, crossing your legs and gently placing her head on your lap.

She lets out a satisfied grunt and you laugh gently, trying not to move too much as not to cause her any extra pain.

After a few minutes, the soldier hands you a small container filled with a mix of herbs, recently mushed into a paste.

You silently mouth the words "thank you" at them before changing your focus to the brunette laying on you.

Her eyes are now closed as she rests on your legs. Not wanting to startle her, you touch her shoulders as gently as possible, barely shaking her body.

As she looks at you, her lips curl into a smile.

"I'll rub some medicine on your face, ok?" You whisper into her ear as you stroke her hair. She quietly nods and closes her eyes again.

You dip two of your fingers into the paste before gently rubbing them against her face. Her features suddenly change and you know she's now being painfully reminded of the burns on her face.

Tears stream down your face onto the tip of her nose, the last you want is to inflict more pain on her but the wounds need to be treated.

"I'm so sorry" You repeat over and over again until there's nothing left on the container.

Once she opens her eyes, she fully takes in the sight of you crying over her. She quickly raises her hand, touching your cheek. You nuzzle yourself against her touch, letting out a sad smile.

"It's ok, I'm ok!" She says, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible but right after finishing her sentence, she starts coughing.

You place your hand on the center of her back, carefully helping her stand up. Once she finds enough balance to sit on her own, you hand her a small bottle of water.

As she drinks, you use the back of your hands to dry the tears that roll down your cheeks. Hanji finally puts the bottle down and wraps her arms around your shoulders again.

The smell of her skin mixed with the herb is enough to calm you down.

You bring her body closer to you, paying attention to your movements. As your hands rub up and down her back, she places a soft kiss against your cheeks.

"Thank you for staying." You say, moving her hair so it won't come in contact with the medicine. "I know you wanted to see that titan, but your well-being comes first."

She sighs deeply, clearly annoyed but a smile still on her face. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"There will be other titans but.." You say, trying to finish your sentence but Hanji rolls her eyes at you.

"But there's only one of me, yeah." You both burst into laughter, simply not being able to hold it in. Suddenly, you hear a voice coming from the body existing next to you.

You shift your head, making eye contact with Sasha.

"God, shut up!" That is all she says before covering her face with her hands, an attempt to stop the sun from hitting her eyes. You make eye contact with Hanji and she simply shrugs her shoulders.

"Maybe we should just give her something to eat." She whispers, trying to avoid yet another burst of anger out of the poor girl. You simply nod, using your right hand to dig through the bag standing by your side.

You place an apple on the floor and roll it away from you, aiming for Sasha's hand.

As soon as the fruit comes to a stop, her eyes go wide and you can almost see her inhale the apple.

Hanji starts laughing once again before resting her chin on your shoulder. Once she stops, both of you just stay in silence until you decide to speak.

"Thank you for the letters." You say with a smile on your face. She looks confused for a few seconds, but once she realizes you are talking about all the notes she has left for you before previous missions, the brightest of smiles appears on her face.

"You are very welcome!" She says, touching your face with her right hand. "I wrote them with so much love!"

"Can you please explain to me how Christa is.... I mean Historia is part of the royal family?"

"OOOOH YEAH!" She screams excitedly. She repositions herself, sitting on top of your thighs as her legs wrap around your back. "Get ready, because this is wild!"

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"Holy crap." You say, trying to process all the information she just told you.

"I know, right?" Hanji says, putting her hands above her head. "It's insane!"

"Do you think she knows something we don't?" You question while staring at the sky.

"That's what we hope." Hanji says while holding your hand.

You stay in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the fact that you are both alive. Not well, but at least alive.

As you wait for your comrades to return, you let your body go, falling backward onto the floor. You look at the sunset and raise your hand up to the sky.

"What is it, Y/N?" Hanji asks before joining you. A smile appears on your lips before you kiss her forehead.

"Even if things take a different turn now," you say, still looking up at your hand, "I'm just glad I have you here with me to deal with all of this."

"Thank you for coming." She whispers against your cheeks before turning your face with her index finger, making you look at her.

"Of course!" You say before giving her a peck on the lips and the two of you went back to staring at the sky. "I'll always be by your side!"

Even if you don't know where to go from now on, at least you will always have the certainty that Hanji will be there for you. Maybe the two of you should focus on healing before falling headfirst into a new mission.

But just for now.

[toomanyrobins]

a little birdie told me pt. 11

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, cursing, mentions of forced marriage, sex, mentions of alcohol and inebriation

Word Count: 2.3k

Notes: Steve is a bit of stubborn idiot in this, but so is Birdie. Next part we will learn more about Steve and his past. Enjoy! 💛

Series masterlist // next part

Y/N stood outside the door of the round table room of the Ivory. Dread coursed through her as she waited to speak to Tony. Desperation was driving her and Y/N knew that if she stopped moving even for a moment, she would break. All she had to do was sign her name on the contract and then she could breakdown. Finally, the door opened and she was surprised to see that there was a group of people waiting for her inside. George sat at the head of the table with Tony and Pepper to his left, Barney on his right and Bucky and Steve filled out the remaining chairs. Everyone turned to look at her when she walked in. Y/N took a deep breath. This lie needed to be sold or she was in trouble, “I need to apologize for my behavior yesterday. The shock of it all hit and I didn’t handle it well. I took yesterday to calm down and think about it. I’ve decided that this union is a good idea. That is, if Steve is still willing.” She turned to Tony, “Dad, as much as it pains me to admit, you were right. He is a good man. I’ve been known as an irresponsible girl whose head is in the clouds. I need to prove that I’ve matured and this could be a step in the right direction.”  No one spoke as Pepper scoffed and glared at Tony as she left the room, the door slamming on her way out. 

Steve stood up and grabbed Y/N by the arm, she winced as he hit exactly where Brock had grabbed her the day before, “We need to talk.” He pulled her out of the room, “You’ve been avoiding me for three days. We slept together and the next morning you ran out of that hotel room without a word. Yesterday, you announced in front of multiple people that there was no chance in hell that you would ever marry me. What the hell is going on, Birdie?”

Her nails dug into her palm, “It’s like I said. I took the day and thought it over. I’m not leaving again, Steve… I can’t. This marriage has been in the works since I was 17 and it’s a way to show that I’m not little Birdie Stark anymore. I’m not the problem child that you got saddled with as punishment. Clearly, you want it or you wouldn’t have agreed the second time and I think I could be happier with you than anyway else I’ve ever met. So, please, don’t give up on me now… Please.” 

Steve looked down at Y/N. He could see the mistiness in her eyes, but he could also see that she was being genuine. He just nodded and they went back into the office. No one spoke as they both signed the contract that had been drawn up. Before the ink had dried, Tony was pulling out a celebratory drink. When Steve turned to hand one to his new fiancee, he realized she had left the room. He put the glasses down and went to look for her. He found her outside talking to Pepper and decided not to intrude.

As soon as everyone’s attention was taken, Y/N had gone after Pepper. She found her outside the building and called to her. “Mom, I’m sorry.”

Pepper held up a hand to stop her, “Don’t you dare apologize. It’s your father that is to blame for this. None of this would have happened if he hadn’t interfered. You wouldn’t have left the first time and you wouldn’t feel the need to prove yourself by marrying someone you don’t want to.”

“Oh, Mom… you can’t just blame Dad for all of that. There were so many other reasons I left.” The image of Brock leaning against the car haunted her. “Yes, he was part of it, but not all of it. I’m not just marrying Steve to prove myself. I know you imagined us finding our soulmates like you did with Dad. But, I don’t believe in the One. I believe that Steve and I can make each other happy and I’ve been stuck in a rut for a really long time. He and Jamie make me happy in a way I haven’t been in years. It’s not a great love story, but it’s a good future. One that lets me keep all of you with me and that’s all I want.”

Pepper reached up to cup Y/N’s face, “I just don’t want you to sacrifice because you think you deserve less.”

“Mom, it’s too late for regrets and all I want is to know I have your support, because I can not plan a wedding.” Pepper laughed at that and Y/N knew she managed to distract her mother from her anger. “Don’t be mad at Dad for too long. For all of his stupid mistakes, he really is doing what he thinks is best.”

The weeks following the contract being signed was exhausting. They had immediately started plans. This wedding was happening quickly, before Becca and Sam’s wedding could even happen. Planning this wedding was a nightmare for Y/N. The planner was the most odious person she’d ever had the misfortune of meeting. The woman’s hand had stayed on Steve’s arm the entire first meeting and cemented her as persona non grata in Y/N’s mind. 

Pepper had invited her for a meeting at the Ivory They sat at one of the tables in the solarium. “So color scheme for the wedding?”

“Lime green and orange.”

Y/N heard Pepper sigh next to her, “Jewel tones: burgundy, emerald, navy blue.”

“Lovely,” the wedding planner simpered, “Do you have a date in mind?”

“March is the hope, but we don’t have a specific date in mind.”

“Well we can look at a few locations and see if their availability will help narrow that down. Unless, you have a place in mind?”

“No, this wedding is a blank slate.” 

Y/N was zoned out, as her mother planned the wedding. Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer and pushed her chair back, “I forgot I told Steve that I would stop into his office. Mom, you know what I like.” She escaped from the table and hurried up to his office. She threw the doors open, “Can we elope?”

Steve’s eyes didn’t even leave the document he was reading. This was not the first time they’d had a similar discussion, “Sweetheart, I’ve told you before. No.”

“Please,” Y/N slinked over and perched herself on the corner of his desk, “The wedding planner is the worst!”

He sighed and put the papers he was reading down. He looked up her, amusement shining in his eyes, “Are you sure you’re not jealous?”

She gasped in outrage, “Jealous! Why would I be jealous?”

“Because she kept touching my arm when we first met her and I thought you were going to rip her hand off.” She hated that he had caught that moment of weakness. They had kissed a few times since signing the contract, but they hadn’t slept together since the party. He gave her a quick kiss, “I kind of liked that you were jealous.”

Y/N pouted, her bottom lip sticking out, “I want a divorce.”

“Need to be a good girl and marry me first.” She whimpered and finally Steve shoved aside his work, giving her his whole attention, “You know for someone who is as bad at following rules as you are, calling you a good girl really seems to do something to you.”

Y/N hopped off his desk trying to put some distance between them, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? So when I said that to you, I didn’t see you get all flustered? Just like you are right now?” Steve stood up and moved behind her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed along her bare neck, watching as goosebumps blossomed. He smirked and leaned close to her ear and dropped his voice, so that it was thick like honey, “You don’t want to be a good girl for me, Birdie?”

Y/N whimpered softly and a shiver ran down her spine as his voice rolled over her. She felt his lips brush along her neck and the ability to think was gone. 

“I – I,” She dropped her head back, giving Steve unlimited access to her, “Oh, I can’t think when you do that.”

“Let’s make a deal, sweetheart. You give me some answers and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.

“Okay, but I can't guarantee you’ll like the answers I have to give.

He smirked at her defiance, “Were you jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Were you telling me the truth about that dinner I made two nights ago? Was it good?”

She snickered, “No, it was awful. I’ll cook from now on.”

Steve decided to try and see if he could get some answers to questions that plagued him. He switched his tune and spun her around so that she was standing between his thighs, “What happened to make you run from the hotel?”

Y/N played with the buttons on his shirt, avoiding his gaze, “Becca called me Jamie’s mom and it freaked me out. I don’t know if I can be a good parent and I don’t want to replace his mother. I know that she’s dead, but still.”

“First of all, you are an amazing mother to Jamie. Take it from someone who actually had no experience with kids, you are miles ahead of where I was. You love him and care for him and I trust you completely with him.” Y/N kissed Steve, her hand curling into his hair. They separated, but he kept on hand on her back, “One more question. Where were you for the last three years?”

She stiffened and he watched her mask fall into place, “I told you. I went to a lot of places. 

“What happened to you? The full story.”

Y/N shrugged him off and stepped away from him, “Rogers, don’t do this.”

“You need to talk to someone.”

“I have, just not the people who continue to push me and piss me off.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “You deserve to be happy, Birdie.

“I am happy…Look, I can’t keep spending my life sad because some shit has happened in my past. I want to enjoy the life I have. Spend my days with my family, and be there for you and Jamie. I don’t want to be sad and broken.

You’re not sad or broken,” Steve tucked her hair behind her ear, “But there's a difference between moving on and avoiding.”

“I’m not avoiding shit. I’ve always told the truth about what’s happened to me.”

Steve stared at her incredulously, “The whole truth?” Y/N stiffened and nodded at him. If her eyes could kill, he would died a hundred times over. “The whole entire truth? You’re not hiding something deep down?”

“I’ve told everyone everything they need to know about where I’ve been and about my ex.

Steve chuckled humorlessly and started walking towards Y/N, “You’re so careful, you know?”

Her stomach was is knots, “Careful?”

“Yes. You never say his name. Only ‘my boyfriend’ or ‘my ex.’ This anticipation is killing me. Why are you protecting him even after all this time?”

“I’m not protecting him. Maybe I just don’t want all the possessive guys around me to get even worse. Maybe... just maybe, it’s not your business.”

Steve groaned at her stubbornness and kissed along her neck, turning her legs to jelly. “Come on, be a good girl. You’re going to be my wife. Just give me a name, Birdie.”

Y/N knew his game and it still took all of her strength to pull away, “Oh no. You’re not using that against me.”

“Sweetheart, I am trying to get you to open up to me. Getting you to share is like Bucky and Sam trying to have an intelligent conversation. You’ve got so many walls up and every time I think I’ve broken one down, two more are put up. I'm just trying to understand you.”

She shoved his chest, “If you want to understand, just be there. Make me believe you’re worth it. Don’t seduce me into getting your way. Help me understand that you won’t leave when it gets tough. 

“What, like you did?” Y/N reeled back when Steve said that.

“I’m trying to make up for that.”

“Then tell me what is going on with you.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her mind was swirling, “No, Steve! No! You don’t get to guilt me into this. This is not fair to me. Will you do this every time I don’t act how you want? Is my leaving some ploy you’ll use to get what you want? That’s not the actions of someone I want to share with. I want to tell you everything because I trust you to understand and not because I think it’ll make you forgive me faster… I—I need to go.”

“Birdie…”

“I need space from all of this. Get my head on straight. I’ll see you later.” Y/N was out the door, before he could stop her. 

Her phone was vibrating like crazy and she finally looked at it. Messages from an unknown number had filled the screen:

I meant what I said when you’re all mine.

You belong to me and to HYDRA.

Maybe the Families will get some anonymous intel on where you’ve been

Can Steve Rogers really give you all I did?

Do you cry his name out like you did mine?

What will Daddy Stark say about his little whore of a daughter?

Are you so stupid that you think marrying Rogers will protect you?

What Y/N didn’t know was that George was tracking her phone and was seeing every message she got. It didn’t take long for him to get the information he needed. Brock Rumlow: the reason Y/N Parker-Stark was broken. HYDRA had gotten closer and done more damage than anyone else knew.

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[purplerose244]

My thoughts on Ninjago the Island!!! 🏝🏝🏝

So, gotta be honest... this is not a Blind reaction thing, I actually watched it in French first so I know most of the stuff already 😅 It's entertaining, it got great animation, but nothing more than that in my opinion 🤷‍♀️

Still there is stuff I liked or I want to point out, and finally I'm seeing the English version so I can actually understand what the HECK they are saying 🤩

Alright, nothing else to say, here we go!

UNCHARTED

I haven't actually seen anything Clutch Powers related before Ninjago, is he always like this? I love that he is a jerk honestly, just wondering 😂

Press F for respect for intern Dwaine (at least he seems to like being... used?)

Clutch: It's just a bunch of rocks! It's not alive!

Totem: I'm about to end this man's whole career

Wait, Misako is part of the explorers club? ... that would have come in handy in season 11 to get the scroll of Forbitten Spinjitzu from the club instead of begging uncle Powers for it... *sighs* I don't mind plot holes in Ninjago like most fans I think, but if you wanna make Misako relevant again at least pay attention to the details 😅

Wow, after the end of season 13 I would've thought Wu was going to go through a midlife crisis, not Misako 😂😂

Oww, everytime I hear I get 😢 Bless your soul Kirby, always in our hearts 🖤🖤🖤

Well hello Brian

Always nice to see you 😊

Twitchy Tim must have been pretty interesting to voice 🤔 I like him enough, he's fun and all, maybe not at the level of the characters we got last season

Okay, the place is called the STORM belt, there are LIGHTNINGS, and the sand of the beach is BLUE. Are we gonna address any of these similarities to our Bluebell here or not? 😅

Wait, Tim was giving a hot air balloon tour, does that mean other people where with him? What of them? Are they dead? Did he let them die on the island?... am I reading too much into this? Probably 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Alright, the part of the boats? SO COOL 🤩🤩 I literally can't say anything bad about the animation at this point

Why did they think leaving Kai, Jay and Cole on one boat was going to be a good idea 😂 Also Zane just randomly doing sick tricks on his vehicle, love that nindroid

I'm guessing Nya is keeping her water abilities for her season 🤷‍♀️

Yep, yep, this is why the creators try to keep Pixal out of the adventures, with her everything is way too cool and easy to access to 😎😎

Twitchy Tim: There are statues that become alive!!

Lloyd:... so it's a season 2 stone army ripoff, we've seen worse

It's a cute episode overall 👍

THE KEEPERS OF THE AMULET

OKAY THE INTRO IS SO FREAKING COOL 🤩🤩🤩🤩

So Twitchy Tim has temporarily taken over Jay's role of spazzing out and complain about worse case scenarios... in another occasion they might have bonded over this, maybe 😂

Okay, survival position? MOOD

Nya: DRAGOOON 😱

Me: DRAGOOOOOOON 😍😍😍

Why am I not surprised that Jay was the one that named him Zippy? 💙 Also HE'S SO CUTE 💕💕💕 Love how in every adventure, we always get very different types of dragon in this show 👌 I'm a simple person, I see a dragon... 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Oh-oh, it's the "Lloyd's done with this crap"'s face

This means serious business... am I that used to LEGO characters that this way of crossing arms on the chest looks almost normal to me? 😅

Soooo, Master of the Mountain clearly gave Cole too much development... because now he got demoted to "the one who is always hungry" 🤦‍♀️ I'm all for Cole's endearing love for cakes, which is super relatable, but if you're gonna push it on his fun side, at least be coherent 🙃

Is it just me or it feels like the writing of this special was made by someone different from the one of season 13? Like, it's not bad, just less engaging and witty. For now. Maybe I'm being premature 🤷‍♀️

New way of nerfing powers, we got... weird, sucking power totem thingies... OKAY

My gosh I really can't say anything about the animation, look at that! It's all cinematic with such a light! YES!! 🤩

I'M SORRY

WHY ARE WE LOOKING OVER THIS??? IT LOOKS LIKE COLE'S LAVA PUNCHES BUT THEY ARE JAY LIGHTNING FEET??? IT'S A GREAT IDEA AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT AGAIN??? WHY ARE WE IGNORING THIS??? 💙💙💙💙

So they at least addressed that lightning isn't a Jay's thing only anymore 😅

Alright, Jay having a mental breakdown because of a bridge because it always breaks, that's the Bluebell I know and love 😂😂 Nya telling him to keep moving was cute too 💙❤💙❤

Okay, I'm sorry but this really bothers me, what kind of lightning can instantly knock out the MASTER OF LIGHTNING??? Like, my gosh, really??? I hope they give us an explanation, like it's some sort of special lightning, because this really doesn't sit right with me. Jay is lightning proof, we've seen it in Skybound, we've seen it in Sons of Garmadon, I DON'T BELIEVE HE WOULD JUST BE KNOCKED OUT LIKE THAT 😡😡😡

Soooooo, storm amulet? Being one with the lightning? Is that the reason why Jay got to be the sacrifice? 😅

THE GIFT OF JAY

Alright, I am kinda looking forward for this one, what did Bluebell actually say or do to get him into trouble this time 😂😂

Oh, he just... introduced himself... well that was underwhelming

SENSEI👏YOU👏ARE👏A👏FREAKING👏GOD👏STOP👏GETTING👏KIDNAPPED👏BY👏RANDOM👏VILLAINS👏

Bring ooooon Lloyd Grills 💪

Okay I did like the little speech, definitely resonates with how Lloyd survived this long even though everything wanted him to give up, even his father... I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING 😭

Jay out there making the real questions 😂

Awwww Edna used to call him gift of Jay? I can totally see it, so cute 💙💙 Makes even more sense if Libber actually left Jay at the Walkers' door...

Pff, Jay made the connection I would've done honestly 🤷‍♀️ Like, him being the master of lightning really didn't give these dudes any impression or inspiration? Any cool idea, full Road of El Dorado style? 🙃🙃

Lloyd out there abusing of the animation budget 💚💚💚

Somehow these ninja never actual sneak in, it's always a huge mess everyone knows about beforehand 😂 It's familiar though, I'm used to it and happy with it 👍

I might not be the biggest Misako fan, but you know what I am a fan of?

LEGO HUGS 😍😍😍😍😍

Dang it uncle Powers, you just got here to make a mess did you 😅

Not the first person of the fandom to say this, but Jay looks absolutely lovely with that flower crown 🌺🌺🌺

Oh poor greenie

Lloyd just has the worst luck ��

Jay: Why would I be the gift?

Kai: Yeah who would want Jay?

Nya: Huh, me?? 😡

Got some very good Jaya for this little special, can't complain 💙❤💙❤

I mean, not matter how big of a snake Wojira might turn out to be, we've already seen the biggest and the second biggest snake of all so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Whoa, at last... IT WAS THE FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER THAT HAD SOMETHING HE SHOULD'VE TOLD WU A LONG TIME AGO!! 😱 Wu, you got pulled a Wu, how does it feel? 😂

Again, Jay freaking out, kinda my jam it's too funny 💙💙

Wow Kai way to be hominous offscreen 👏👏 I miss talking about my flame babe, this really isn't his time 🤷‍♀️

THE TOOTH OF WOJIRA

So when I first watched this I was genuinely, really excited about knowing the truth behind all this. It turned out very different from what I first thought, but at least in this case it's okay (besides I was pushing with the lightning meaning just to see Libber again 😅😅😅)

I feel like the guys get their powers stolen or blocked so much it takes them a minute to remember "Oh wait I can literally burn my way out" 🤷‍♀️

SPINJITZU YAY 🤩

I... forgot that Misako knows how to fight 😅 She knows how to do spinjitzu too if I remember correctly...

NYA BEING LIKE "OUT OF THE WAY IMMA SAVE MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN" ❤💙❤💙

Gotta love how they were all crazy worried about Jay, like, this is something that never changes through the show. They really care so so much for each other 💕💕💕

Ooohhhh, okay, so Wojira does seem to be the main villain of next season according to the story. I remember Tommy saying that we needed to have faith and this is probably why. The special was okay, nothing too much, and hopefully that too much we will see in Nya's season 😍😍😍

What the- pff, I didn't notice this the first time 😂

At this point I can't tell if that one short with the chicken of the movie carried a hate or a love for chickens in the actual show 😂😂

Nice to see Jay standing up for himself at least for a little while 💪 Also Lloyd being "He's our trouble", aww family 💜

THERE IT IS

MY BRUISE HEART IS SOARING 🖤💙🖤💙

Gotta give props to the voice actors, voicing an explanation while fighting must be pretty hard! WE ARE BLESSED WITH AN AMAZING CAST!!! 🤩🤩🤩

And there he is, our favorite jerk... shaved Ronin 😂 He does look a little weird, but it's fair, new animation and all. Not the weirdest until now 🤷‍♀️

I genuinely had to make a mental check to see where we are with Ronin now, like, he started as a villain, then a partner, he betrayed us, became an ally, he hunted the ninja, then joined them, that timeline was erased, he was around in SoG and... wow this man is chaotic 😂😂

Yaaaay, Twitchy's last minute redemption act! Lloyd is too good at motivational speeches 👏👏

A bit of Lava OTP/BrOTP

Cause it's good for the heart ❤🖤❤🖤

Okay, Scooby doo reference, why not? Also honestly, I'm confident Ronin has seen A LOT of jails and prisons... probably won't stay behind bars for long 😅

Mammatus: sorry for imprisoning you and almost killing your friend

Kai: no biggie, that's how we make friends in this show

Alright the "And Clutch Powers" gag made me chuckle 😂 ... wait where is he- DANG IT UNCLE POWERS

Okay, this is the last time I say it I promise, but I mean. I MEAN

THE ANIMATION GUYS 😍😍😍

Aaaaand sensei you jinxed it 😅 But you apparently awakened Nya's season so I'm gonna forgive you on this one 😉

FINAL THOUGHTS

There are a few little details that bothered me a little, and it wasn't as exciting as I maybe hoped it was going to be, but it was fine. Enjoyable still. These characters make me like the show, even when it got nothing too impactful 🤷‍♀️

But I got triggered about that lightning thing with Jay 😅 I guess I'll just fanfic whatever I had in mind...

Don't have to repeat myself about the animation *chef's kiss*

The writing was really less engaging, a little normal in a way? Idk just a feeling. Nice to see Ronin again though, I really like him. And nice to see Jay freaking out, I really like that too 😂

To be honest I wanted to put down my thoughts on this one because I REALLY wanna do the same with Nya's season 🤩🤩 I already know that Maya is gonna be there and I am so HAPPY already!!! 💙💙💙

So that's it from me! Thank you for reading me ranting, see you next season! 😊

[chemical-cat]

So I don't know if there's a lot of truth to this claim, of course there's a few questions I have of my own regarding the situation but via tiktok (specifically more so "witchtok"), a tarot reader who goes by the user name: staci_luna_ (if you want to check out her direct page for yourself, here is a link to her page:

And more specifically here is a link to the video in this post that I'm going to be referencing: )

So essentially, if you didn't want to go into the videos themselves regarding this, the break down of the situation is that:

staci_luna_ has had her PayPal account placed on hold, this is an account in which not only did she already have hard earned funds placed in that are now in limbo, but it's also one of the ways her clients pay her and is even a part of her website. When she contacted PayPal regarding this, she was informed due to both multiple reports/disputes being filed against tarot readers, and also multiple people informing PayPal that tarot is fraudulent. Now according to Staci_luna_ this is PayPal's algorithm going through and automatically closing tarot readers/psychics accounts.

Within the comment section of this video, staci_luna_ also further elaborated that:

"@staci_luna_: Fortunately Stripe likes metaphysical companies. Square, Wix and I guess now PayPal have clauses they can take the funds and close the accounts." (This was in response to another user, who stated they had not run into an issue but they use Stripe as well)

"@staci_luna_: It’s crazy! I’m insured and been in business without incident for three years. When I called in PayPal said the algorithms was recently set up to auto close anything saying Tarot, Psychic, Reiki and they would do their best to fix it but no good news yet." (This was in response to another user expressing their shock)

Within the comments of this video, the overall consensus seems to be a 50/50 split, some users commenting that they haven't experienced any issues nor have they heard of this, and others stating that they have, one user going as far as to comment:

"Unfortunately!! When I tried to setup a PayPal for my website they said that my business model aka tarot/medium wasn’t valid!"

Now essentially when I first had this come through my feed, I was both scared at first as I use PayPal for my own business, and skeptical. Once my anxiety calmed down, I started thinking about some valid questions, now putting aside whether or not staci_luna_ is a 100% on the up and up (Little to no disputes filed against her), let's say for a moment she's had a few...

Was this a termination due to multiple disputes filed against her? (Whether for various failures to deliver or actual fraud)

Was she possibly targeted directly by another creator? (As out there of a claim as it can be, in this day and age you never know)

Is this legitimately true or is it another fear mongering tactic that's being used on tiktok?

Ultimately, I was left with a lot of questions, some of which can be answered and others can't. Being that I don't have any proof to suggest that staci_luna_ herself, would use this as a fear mongering tactic, or a reason to lie to try and cover up possible disputes against her. I'm going to treat this as an objective case scenario, I don't personally believe that staci_luna_ is covering anything up, nor is she fear mongering, but rather trying to warn others before they lose large sums of money. Staci_luna_ went on in the comments to clarify that:

Her PayPal account was a business account, had an EIN, and everything goes through her website under the name: Staci Luna.

For clarification: an EIN is a "Employer Identification Number", also known as a federal employer identification number, or federal tax identification number. Just like with your social security card number, this is a unique 9 digit number assigned by the IRS to businesses that are operating in the US, for the purpose of identification.

Now if we take this as blantaly true, this is 100% factual. What this essentially means is that there is a possibility that regardless of if it is processing through your account via the person sending you money on a "paypal.me" link, or its connected via a check out at your website, PayPal is targeting metaphysical shops, specifically tarot and psychic readers. It does not matter if you like Staci_luna_ have an EIN, PayPal still has the rights to not only terminate your account but also withhold any funds within the account should it be terminated. In PayPal's OWN terms of service:

"Hold the balance in your Cash Account, the balance in your business PayPal account, or any money waiting to be claimed through your personal PayPal account if you do not have a Cash Account linked to your personal PayPal account, for up to 180 days if reasonably needed to protect against the risk of liability or if you have violated our Acceptable Use Policy"

"If we close your PayPal account or terminate your use of the PayPal services for any reason, we'll provide you with notice of our actions and make any unrestricted funds held in the balance of your Cash Account linked to your personal PayPal account or in the balance of your business PayPal account, or any money waiting to be claimed through your personal PayPal account if you do not have a Cash Account linked to your personal PayPal account, available for withdrawal."

These along with the rest of paypal's policies can be found in their terms and conditions, which do cover both business and personal accounts as well as their buyer and seller protection policies. The two listed above were found in the section labeled: "restricted activities and holds"

Now this is a lot to process and brings up the question, if my shop/my readings are processed through PayPal where do I go to ensure I don't lose my business?

So there are a few options, while some have been suggesting to move to venmo and cashapp, others are suggesting etsy and square. So where should you go? Well there are a few things to keep in mind with some of these platforms as well that could be a make or break point for your shop/business as well.

As mentioned before by staci_luna_ both PayPal and Square, reserve the right to terminate your account and keep your money. While PayPal does elaborate that they will place funds on hold for 180 days, and should your account be closed they will move your money from a cash account to your personal account (the differences between these are elaborated on in paypal's terms and conditions, as while they may be linked to each other they are two different types of accounts, if you have a PayPal debit card, then you more than likely do have a PayPal cash account). Square's terms of service state:

"We may terminate ... suspend or terminate your Square Account or your access to any Service, at any time for any reason. We may add or remove, suspend, stop, delete, discontinue or impose conditions on Services or any feature or aspect of a Service. We will take reasonable steps to notify you of termination or these other types of Service changes by email or at the next time you attempt to access your Square Account. "

" ... your Square Account is terminated or suspended for any reason: ... we will not be liable to you or any third party for compensation, reimbursement, or damages for any termination or suspension of the Services, or for deletion of your information or account data. "

These can be found in squares general terms of service in section 11 and section 12.

Venmo does now offer a business option, however this is a profile that is set up within your personal account, specifically for the use of receiving payments for the sale of goods and services. This is an option that within their terms and conditions they state is offered at their sole discretion, and may not be offered to all users. They go on to state several things within their terms of conditions as well, including if you use your personal profile to conduct business:

"Except for commercial transactions expressly authorized by Venmo, for example, transactions with authorized merchants or business profiles, or purchases made using your Venmo Mastercard®, personal accounts may not be used to conduct business, commercial or merchant transactions with other personal accounts, which includes paying or accepting payment from other personal accounts held by users you do not personally know for goods or services (for example, concert tickets, electronic equipment, sneakers, a watch, or other merchandise). If you plan to use your Venmo account to sell goods or services, you must have an approved business account or a business profile."

"If your Venmo account is closed for any reason, any business profile and any Venmo Debit Card affiliated with your account will be canceled."

"Payments sent via the Venmo app or the Venmo website to another Venmo user do not qualify as payments to an authorized merchant. ... Except for transactions for goods and services that are expressly authorized by Venmo, for example, purchases from authorized merchants, business profiles and Venmo Debit Card purchases, you are not permitted to use Venmo as a payment method for purchases of goods and services."

(If found in violation of the restricted activities policy) "Terminate this user agreement, limit your Venmo and/or PayPal account, and/or close or suspend your Venmo and/or PayPal account, including cancelling your Venmo Debit Card (if any), immediately and without penalty to us ... Limit your access to our websites, ... your Venmo or PayPal account or any of the Venmo or PayPal services, including limiting your ability to pay or send money with any of the payment methods linked to your Venmo or PayPal account, restricting your ability to send money or make bank transfers ... "

These can all be found within venmos terms of service under their legal tab.

It may be important to note that venmo is a sub-company under PayPal, as well as within their restricted activities section they do have listed that if you are using your personal account to purchase goods and services from another personal account (unless otherwise previously authorized by venmo - authorized merchant, business profile, or venmo debit card transaction), that you are participating in a violation of their restricted activities policy. Like with PayPal, venmo will hold any unrestricted funds for 180 days, but if they close or terminate your account/use of their services, they will make any unrestricted funds still available within your account avaliable for bank transfers. Because they are a sub-company of PayPal, it is unsure of whether or not the same algorithm applies as used with PayPal. Through their terms of service, it does appear that venmo DOES offer a buyer protection policy IF the goods/services are purchased through their authorized means (authorized merchants, business profiles, venmo debit card transactions), however if these are purchased from one personal profile to another there is no buyer protection policy. From what I could see, it does not appear at the time of me writing this, that there is a seller protection policy in place, however venmo does offer a similar dispute system as PayPal. (Through the research I've done so far, and the on going research I have done, it does not appear currently at the time of writing this that tarot readers accounts are being shut down when using venmo despite PayPal being venmo's parent company).

Cashapp, is a sub-company of square. Within cashapp you can only send money to another user, however you can opt for a debit card from cashapp. You can use this debit card to make purchases from merchants (similar to the venmo or PayPal debit card), it is important to note that in cashapp's terms of service in regards to the debit card: "you do not have the right to stop payment on a transaction originated with your cash card", in the instance of a lost/stolen card, you may disable the card via the app however this does NOT prevent the processing of pending transactions initiated prior to the disabling of your card. If you are also no longer deemed eligible for the cash card, the card may be canceled with no notice at any time (as deemed by the terms and services of the card). Within cashapp's terms of service are these: (within their terms of service because their parent company is Square, Square is used as the overall judgement in terms of your account and not cashapp itself):

"Square may terminate, close, or suspend your Account or use the Service at any time for any reason. "

"Any pending transactions at the time of termination, closure, or suspension of your Account will be settled. Any funds that we are holding in custody for you at the time of termination, suspension, or closure of your Account, less any applicable fees, (1) may be made available for you to cash out in Square’s discretion and subject to the other conditions in these Cash Terms, and (2) we may require you to link a new bank account that has not been associated with your Account to cash out such funds ..."

These can be found within cashapp's general terms of service.

In terms of Etsy, there are a few things to keep in mind with it specifically. Below is information I have gathered from etsy itself in its terms and conditions, as well as information that has been provided via forums such as reddit. While within the forums, I have no ability to prove whether these things said are true, it is something to keep in mind if using etsy is you're go to area.

Before we dive into etsy's terms of service, I want to dive into some of the things said on some of the forums:

While some users expressed that an advantage to etsy versus some other payment options were the ability to have a store front, easy managing, and that etsy will even send you a 1099 tax form. Others expressed that etsy can take a "hefty" chunk out of your sale prices, while .20 cents per listing and an extra relisting fee if you sell out or relist after 4 months, may not seem that overwhelming bad. There are individual fees that etsy charges at the point of sale as well. (All of these can be found on their website in more detail). Others have expressed that etsy has periods of times where they are strict with their rules and laid back with them at other times, specifically with metaphysical shops. Some expressed that, in order to avoid not just your listing being taken down but your shop as well that with tarot readings and other such listings you need to specify that they are for "entertainment purposes only", some users have specified that etsy has relaxed this, and that they have a set "tarot reading" listing, however you need to be selling an actual item and not a service. They further specified that some users have gotten around this by doing tarot readings via email, or in a pdf file (rather than via phone), or by sending an infographic with a reiki healing or something similar. Some have even said with listings that you need to give them something tangible, even if it's just a mailed copy of their reading.

An article on the matter stated that while etsy does allow tarot and psychic readings that "to qualify for sale, tarot or psychic readings must be sold in digital format or a physical document. Both the listing title as well as description need to state the format the reading will be sent in". (This was posted in 2015)

Within etsy's own community of threads, it seems there is some debate as to whether or not tarot reading/shops and other similar stores fall under etsy's 3 categories: handmade, supplies, or vintage.

Well, as of 2020 etsy has elaborated on this themselves:

"Etsy welcomes a wide variety of divination and spell-related items, as long as they meet our Seller Policy. Tarot, psychic, or other divination readings must include a tangible good, such as photos of the tarot spread, audio/video of a reading, or text of the reading. You may deliver the tangible good through Etsy Messages or email."

This can be found in their "our house rules - services" section.

Etsy does go on to list that there are several metaphysical services which can NOT be sold on their market place including:

Reiki and/or distance healing, spell casting, prayers, rituals, or items with a metaphysical outcomes (attracting wealth, love, gambling luck, more business, employment opportunities, or assistance with legal or relationship situations).

Ultimately, items sold need to have a tangible aspect as outlined by etsy themselves, and follow the same guidelines as any other piece sold on the site.

Etsy's terms of service, are this:

"... we may take actions that limit the visibility of your shop, listings or ads, or that impact your payment account. ... In the event a shop sees unusual order activity, or we otherwise believe that your actions or shop may result in buyer disputes, chargebacks, increased risk of fraud, counterfeiting, or other claims, Etsy may take actions such as limiting visibility of your account, or placing restrictions or reserves on your payments account, in accordance with our Terms of Service"

"In the event a shop sees an unusual spike in orders, particularly in a high demand category, a shop may see an increase or decrease in its search ranking. Often, if a shop sees an increase in fulfilled orders and good reviews, this may result in higher visibility and search rank. However, sometimes a rapid increase in orders can reduce visibility. "

"If Etsy has reason to believe you ... violate our Terms, including this Seller Policy, we may deactivate Your Content or suspend or terminate your account (and any accounts Etsy determines is related to your account) and your access to the Services."

These can be found in etsy's "seller policy" section.

While etsy DOES offer seller protection, it is limited and only applies to sellers which meet the requirements of their protection program.

As a tarot reader myself, who is now on the fence about potentially keeping my PayPal separate from my business, it opens the question of where to go. I dived into these terms and conditions on various apps, because through my own experience and what I have observed of other readers on multiple platforms, I know various readers use different services. My concern was if I was potentially losing my ability to use PayPal as a way to not only protect my customers but myself as a seller, what other options were out there that not only provided me but my buyers with the best interest in mind? A main factor being something similar to a buyer/seller protection like PayPal has. While venmo is a sub-company of PayPal and does offer a business profile to purchase goods and services through, there's no word on whether or not they will be affected like PayPal has. While square may seem like a very good professional fit, as well as it may be easier to use for tax purposes when it comes to book keeping, like PayPal they have the ability to terminate the account whenever they see fit, the same goes for cashapp. While etsy on the other hand, you have to fine tune each listing to ensure you're abiding by their guidelines, which while it may not be directly stated for those who do lots of love readings/relationship readings for example could potentially be affected. (A personal benefit I like is not only the store front aspect but the fact people can openingly rate your services, so it's not just by word of mouth).

Ultimately, it seems that no matter which platform you choose to use, there is going to be some type of pitfall or con in using the app. For me personally, I think for the well being of my own business until I know more information on whether or not PayPal is actively doing this or if they resolve the situation, I'm choosing to move away from PayPal as a main payment form for my clients. I'm personally, strongly considering moving to etsy because even though PayPal directly may not be the best option, there is still the option of clients being able to secure their purchase with PayPal while on etsy which gives them paypal's buyer protection but also etsy's. Personally, I'm still going to have my venmo and my cashapp as well, since on both I have the ability to make a business profile and fall under their guide lines but I'll be making a conscious effort to at least toe the line and provide some type of tangible source even if it's just applying etsy's guidelines elsewhere.

Ultimately the main reason I spent time on typing all of this and putting the word out, is that while it is on tiktok, both the original video along with a handful of others that I went searching to see if it was getting spread are getting almost no traction, so the word isn't fully getting spread. This has the potential to hurt small business owners, and I just want to help get the word out there for others. I definitely recommend diving into the terms and conditions on any platforms you are using for your services in order to best know where any dangers may potentially lie for your business. But I hope that putting even just some of this information out there gets to who it needs too.

[one-spidey-boii]

BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch three

read ch two here

masterlist

an; heya, happy friday. :)

**italics indicates flashback**

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

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edie's pov

pulling up to the compound is nerve-wracking, to say the least. this place is the home of so many valuable items and pieces of technology. to be put in charge of those things is something i don't take lightly. i just hope to make tony proud.

we pull into the underground garage and he helps me take my bags out of the backseat. he goes to pick up my weapons bag and stumbles when he lifts it.

"oh- damn. this thing is heavy. what do you have in here? rocks?" he questions with a chuckle to throw me off the obvious fact he’s struggling. i grab the bag from him and sling it around my shoulder with ease.

"it's just all of my knives, a few throwing stars, my suit, some-" i begin to say but he cuts me off.

"okay okay, stop that. it was rhetorical. get in the building." he leads me to the fingerprint password protected door. "give me your thumb." he demands.

i stretch my hand out to him as he grabs my thumb and presses it against the touchscreen pad that was next to the door. after touching a few buttons and scanning my thumb, he continues, "there ya go. you now have access to almost every room in the compound. don't be stupid with it." he pointes a finger at me playfully.

with that i nod and follow him into the compound and up the stairs that take us to the main level. he gives me a quick tour of the place and makes a point to remind me of all the things i'm not allowed to touch.

finally, we stop in front of a cream-colored door and he turns around to face me.

"here's your room. do with it what you want," he says with a smile and steps out of my way. i open the door to a completely white room with white walls and bedspread and curtains and-

"i figured i'd leave you a blank slate so that you could...i don't know, be creative?" he explains, "okay, see ya. i'll give you a holler when the kid gets here."

peter's pov

aunt may had just finished hugging me to death when i hear a honk from the street below us. i squirm away from her arms and grab her hands.

"may, i gotta go now. i'll see you soon." i say with a sad smile, knowing she’ll be miserable wondering if i’m okay every second of the day. she nods at me and mouthes 'i love you' as i slip out the apartment door.

happy sits in the car, anxious to get going as i scramble to get everything in the trunk. i slam it shut and make my way to the passenger seat. as soon as i grab the handle, the door locks and happy gave me a stern look as he rolls the window down to speak.

"no way, in the back," he says as he nods to the back seat with his head. i try to argue but he’s already rolling the window back up. i groan while hopping into the back seat and put my headphones in before resting my head against the window.

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once we reach the compound, happy parks the car and begins to make his way to the door, leaving me to get all my bags. he tells me to hurry up with a small smile on his face, which tells me he’s just messing with me.

he still makes me carry it all myself though.

i practically trip in the doorway and all my things fall to the ground. mr. stark appears in front of me with a smug look and his arms behind his back.

"glad you could make it, parker. don't worry about the bags, happy will get them," he says as he turns and begins walking away. i notice happy out of the corner of my eye and stick my tongue out at him teasingly. he gives me a dirty look.

mr. stark pulls me out of my antics as he clears his throat. i whirl around to look at him and offer a sheepish smile.

"okay, kid. let's get down to business," he says but before he can continue, i rush to speak, unable to contain myself anymore.

"where should i sleep? do you even want me to sleep? considering i have to be alert to take out the bad guys? hey, can i bring my friend ned over some time? or could i get a dog? it's probably gonna get a little lonely here." i spew out with one big breath.

mr. stark gives me a weird stare before a look of realization crosses his face. "oh. oh. i didn't tell you, did i?" he asks as if he's surprised he let this information slip his mind. i cock my head at him as a sign to continue.

"you're not doing this alone. i recruited someone else to stay here too," he says with a serious face. my own face falls at his words. of course he didn't trust me enough to leave me here alone. he probably got some old person friend to keep an eye on me and tell me what to do. i have to admit though, the idea of not having to be here for three months all by myself is kinda nice.

"hey now, don't jump to conclusions. it's not some old person." he continues on with a smirk. i swear he can read minds. i walk over to the couch and throw myself onto it face first. "in fact, i think you might like her. wolfie, come on in." he calls through the room.

my ears perk at the sound of my best friend's nickname, but immediately push it aside when i remember she left for that summer camp this morning. and she also isn't the type of person tony stark would ask to protect his compound. i don't even think he knows who she is.

soft footsteps make their way into the living room, along with an off-key voice singing the spiderman theme song. i raise my head off the couch to catch a glance at the owner of the poor singing voice.

"spiderman, spiderman, does what ever a spid- peter?"

oh shit.

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edie's pov.

hell no. no part of my body is willing to accept what i am witnessing in front of me. not only am i pissed off that i've never been told about this not-so-little secret—the one that means my best friend is the spiderman- but this bitch decided to lie to me about this whole entire summer, thinking he could just 'go on vacation.'

"what the heck, edie?" peter yells as he flings himself up from the couch. "this isn't summer camp! what are you doing here?" he asks while flailing his arms in the air.

his angry face is a shock to me. i’ve never seen my best friend get so worked up about anything before. it takes me a second before i can regain my composure. and then i just get mad.

"me? what are you doing here, parker?" i shout back at him with the same amount of energy and annoyance. i take a few steps into the room and towards him before a hand is placed on my shoulder.

"okay, yeah, i know that look. why don't you stop right there, kid." tony says as he steps in between peter and i.

"sorry, mr. stark." i say in complete unison with another voice. my head snaps back to peter and my mouth falls open in disbelief.

"hey, hey, hey, he was talking to me." i say with a pointed finger at peter's chest.

"no. no, no. he calls me kid." he replies with a pout.

tony rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, "you're both children, especially at this very moment. there, are you happy?"

peter and i look at each other with fire in our eyes. his expression falters for a second before he regains his anger. i try to search for what the other emotion was, but can't find anything behind his stern gaze.

"let's just take a seat, okay? how about that?" tony continues and leads us to the couch.

i plop myself onto the couch with a huff and cross my arms over my chest. peter sits down on the complete opposite end, mirroring my expression. tony takes a seat on the coffee table in front of us.

"i really thought you guys would be more excited, seeing as you are best friends." tony says with a smirk.

peter looks at me and back at tony, "wait you knew that we know each other?" he says and straightens his posture a little bit.

"clearly you guys don't know each other as well as you thought." tony snickers, "listen, you're both here for a reason. hash it out and come find me later."

with that he stands up, gives us each a pat on the head and strolls off to who knows where.

peter and i both watch him walk away, focusing on mr. stark's retreating frame for as long as we can before it turns weird. i slowly shift my head to face forward, too stubborn to make the first move. and of course, peter being the good guy he is, begins to talk.

"what's going on, e?" he asks softly. i keep my gaze forward and fiddle with my fingers. he turns his body to face mine and waits for an answer.

this was all just a big clusterfuck. i'm furious with peter. for lying and for feeling like he can't tell me something so important to him. but i'm one to talk, i guess. how can i be mad when i've done the exact same thing to him?

i'm pulled out of my thoughts when peter's finger pokes me on the side of my face. i swat his hand away and force myself to look at him.

"i'm sorry." i whisper.

peter softens at that and returns my gesture, "me too."

after a few seconds, i continue, "who knew my best friend was the amazing spiderman?" i say with a small chuckle. he gives me a smile and shrugs his shoulders.

"i guess i am pretty amazing." he gloats. we both laugh and then return to silence.

i know he's going to ask about me and what capabilities i have that make me worthy of being here. to be honest, i’ve always been confident in my abilities, until now. we all know why peter is here. he has heightened reflexes and healing. he can shoot actual webs from his fancy wrist bands and scale buildings and swing from place to place.

i, however, can do none of those superhuman things. i'm just good at throwing sharp objects. but if that's enough for tony stark to take me under his wing then i guess i have nothing to worry about. right?

i decide to answer the question looming over his head and stand up from the couch. i stick out my hand for him to take and gesture for him to get up.

"wanna see some of my tricks?" i chirp. he smiles and takes my hand.

but before we can go anywhere, i grab his arm and flip his body over my head, making him slap the ground hard with his back. he lands with a grunt and looks up at me with shock. i double over with laughter and poke fun at the flustered boy.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry. let me help you up." i choke out between laughs and grab his outstretched hand. with one heave i pull him up onto his feet with ease, which seemed to surprise him more.

"you're...weirdly strong," he comments with an uneasy look on his face. i just shrug and turn to go grab my goodie bag from my room.

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peter's pov.

i find myself standing in the training room, practicing my dodges and agility as i wait for edie to come back with her things. i'm trying to keep my head clear and thoughts open.

i have to admit, all of this is just a tad overwhelming. figuring out i'm not going to be here alone, and the person i'm going to be spending my summer with is my best friend— who is badass enough to flip me over her shoulder? i mean, i knew she was great, but this is, well, unexpected.

as far as the lies go, there's nothing i can do about that. i’m calling it all even at this point.

footsteps enter the room and stop abruptly. "why are you wearing your suit?" a voice sounds off behind me.

i flip around and stare at edie, who is dressed in workout clothes. i glance down at myself and shrug playfully.

"it's the first time you get to see spiderman and know who's underneath the mask." i say as i do a princess twirl in front of her. "where's your fancy getup?"

she huffs and drops a bag onto the ground with a loud thud. with curiosity taking over my thoughts, i walk over to her and poke around at her bag.

"hey, what's in here-? ow!" i exclaim as i rub the back of my head. "why'd you do that?"

"i'll put my suit on if you stop trying to touch my stuff." edie responds as she tries to hide a smile.

i flop onto my back and nod, albeit a little defeated. she rustles around in her bag before leaving the room.

i stare at the ceiling, sprawled out across the floor. i can't help but smile to myself at the thought of this summer. staying in the avengers compound with edie is something i could have never thought up myself. yet here we are, feeling all happy and cheesy like a bad movie.

"okay, parker. let's do this."

i push myself to my feet and almost choke when i see edie standing in front of me. the suit she has on is completely black and slim-fitting and she looks good. i can only dream that that's how i look in my suit. like that, but yanno, manly.

then it dawns on me. i've seen a girl in this suit before. the other night, with those three guys. and she kicked their assess. i have to admit, i'm even more proud to call her my best friend after seeing that.

"so you're the knife girl, huh?" i tease. she mocks me with a laugh and in an instant, she's pulling two knives out of her waistband and chucks one at me with no hesitation.

i shoot a web up to the rafters in the ceiling and swing out of the way of her attack.

"ha ha. missed me, missed me, now you gotta ki- woah!" i try to tease her but she's already flinging her second knife at me. with a last-minute dodge, i turn around to see the knife an inch from my head.

"if i wanted to hit you, i would have." edie taunts with a smirk.

i smile at the girl on the ground below me, thankful she can't see my giddy face underneath the mask. i hop down to her level and cross my arms, "so you obviously don't like 'knife girl'. do you even have a cool superhero name, wolfie?"

she seems to be stuck in thought for a moment before answering me with a shrug, "i'm sure i can come up with something better than spiderman."

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