#also i got a massive headache that won't go away
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Stay Alive (6)
BTS poly!ot7 x Reader
Magical Creatures AU
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Warnings: None
NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability. If you would like to be my beta reader feel free to DM me :)
Walking into work in the morning with a tired sigh, you were feeling a bit drained from the night before. You had a massive headache from not finding sleep due to another massive headache. It seemed like there was something trying to push at your mind, wanting to worm its way into your brain. It left you restless.
“(Y/N).” Suho called you the moment you walked into the office space. You looked up, trying to give a friendly smile. “Doctor Hanseol would like to see you.”
That seemed to take care of your headache right away. Your eyes went wide as you nodded your head, making haste to get to the office on time. You had dropped off your things at your desk before making your way to the elevators to take you up.
Once you reached his door, you sighed and tried to get a grip on your tired nerves. You knocked on the door, hearing a call before entering.
“Hello, sir.” You bowed your head, waiting for him to tell you to sit. When he gestured with his hand, you moved to take a seat in front of him.
“Hello, (Y/N).” Your boss greeted. “How is everything going with Jungkook? Is he behaving?” He smiled, laughing a little.
You played with your fingers in your lap, chuckling quietly to make it seem like you found his joke funny. “I couldn't imagine him misbehaving. He's a really great patient to look after. I find it hard to believe he's even here. He is quite healthy.” You explained absentmindedly.
Hanseol hummed, nodding his head. “Yes, well, you will find most patients in the facility are healthy. It's just certain mental problems or life long issues we are looking to heal.”
“I understand.” You spoke up.
The man left you unsettled. You didn’t know if it was because of the presence he had around him or if it had to do with the fact that he was your boss. You knew your past employers sometimes made you feel worried about your work ethic but Hanseol made you feel insignificant. Like just your breathing was bothering him.
It was only your second time meeting with him and both times you noticed how he carried himself. He was arrogant–a man who looked like he was only helping the less fortunate because it gave him money. But you couldn’t say anything, he was the one to give you the job. And if it wasn’t for that you wouldn’t have met the boys.
“It seems you've built quite the reputation at the facility.” Hanseol continued on.
“I'd hope in a good way.” You laughed stiffly.
“Certainly for you.” He smiled, moving to look at a file on his desk. “It seems we had another problem with a patient of ours.” He dragged the paper over to you. “He seems to want no one else but you. He's posing a problem to us because he won't do what we ask. So I have decided to accept and put you to be his personal nurse.”
You looked up from the file, frowning as you tilted your head in confusion. “What about Jungkook? Or my job up here at the clinic?” You asked.
“You won't have to work here in the clinic.” Hanseol shook his head. “As you have probably gathered by now, we have a large number of patients in the lower levels. I only have 15 nurses stationed there for the 50 patients. Each one is often given at least two—sometimes three to take care of. You will still be Jungkook's nurse as well. Because of this I have decided to make you a full time nurse for the In-Patient care facility.” He explained to you.
You looked over the man’s file, the large 001 next to his name caught your attention. You had studied to become a nurse and help others who needed it. Filing papers wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do, so you felt you got lucky with getting Jungkook’s file by accident. You also owed it to the boy for throwing a tantrum to get you as his nurse. Getting another patient would add on to your experience and your position would be changed officially.
“It would be an honor.” You smiled at Hanseol, bowing your head in thanks.
“I knew you would accept.” The smile the man gave you made you almost falter. “I expect you to take very good care of this patient. He was our very first client when I first started this company. He means a lot to me.”
While his voice was normal, there was an underlying tone that made you shiver. Maybe it hadn’t been directed towards you, but the way he spoke about the patient made it seem like the man was troubled with them.
“Of course, sir. I'll do my best.” You bowed your head one last time before moving out the door, file tucked closely to your chest.
You sighed deeply as you moved to the elevators. Instead of going directly to your desk, you began to make your way towards the lower levels. You figure it would be best to get acquainted with your new patient.
Going down into the facility, you were quick to come up on the door you knew belonged to the person you would be in charge of. You sighed to yourself, a smile on your face as you knocked. “Come in.” A voice called roughly from the other side.
“Hello, Mr. Kim.” You greeted, walking in. “I'm (Y/N). I'll be your new nurse!”
Your new patient was sitting comfortably on the couch, book in his lap. He looked up from the pages when he heard your voice call to him. He calmly took his feet off the couch and placed his book down. As he stood up, you smiled bashfully as you took in how tall he actually was. It made you a bit intimidated by his height.
You remember Jin was probably the same height however Namjoon seemed to have a harsher stare and a passive look on his face. “I know. I asked for you.” He told you, walking closer.
You nodded your head, feeling stupid for introducing yourself that way. “Right.” You said. “Do you mind if I ask why?” You asked.
“Jungkook told me about you.” He had reached you, looking at you as though he was sizing you up.
You rolled your shoulders back to calm the anxious nerves racing through your body. “I'm sure that boy has told everyone about me.” You smiled at the thought of the younger boy. “He's really sweet.”
“He is.” Namjoon’s lips curled up slightly as he thought about the boy. “Very kind.”
You had to stop yourself from giggling at the dimple that appeared on his cheek. It was absolutely the cutest thing you had ever seen. And it was only a partial dimple.
“Would it be alright if I go over your vitals?” You shook your head, looking down at the file given to you. “I have to do a check up.”
“As they normally do.” The man waved you off, moving to sit at the bed like Jungkook had that first day. “Get on with it.”
You sighed deeply at how the man’s attitude was passive. He didn’t sound like he had any emotions to give to you. You figured he was still trying to come up with his own analysis of you. “Yes.” You nodded, moving to put the file on the table before getting all you needed to check his vitals.
When you gathered all you needed, you moved up to him. “Is it okay?” You asked, gesturing to his arm. He held it out for you, waiting for you to put the band around his arm. As you moved to touch him, you noticed how warm he was. However it wasn’t something you would find to be worrisome. What you did stop to frown at were the skin lesions on his arm.
The skin looked like the epidermis had been peeled back in small patches the size of pimples. It didn’t seem like he was bleeding, however the skin was red. It reminded of you of a blister wound that had been peeled back. It looked painful and it made you shiver at thinking about having an open wound like that on your skin.
“Did they put anything on these wounds?” You openly scoffed and momentarily put down the heart rate padding. You had a frown on your face and Namjoon watched as you huffed and turned around to rummage through his cabinets.
“They should put something.” You angrily mumbled to yourself.
“What are you looking for?” He asked, watching you huff and puff at not finding whatever it was you were looking for.
“An ointment.” You told him. “Something to fix the breaking skin.”
Namjoon’s eyebrows raised, glancing down to the picked at skin on his arm. His hands smothered down his legs, feeling the fabric of his clothing rub at the raw skin on his thighs. “I'll be fine.” He sighed.
“I read in your files that you're here for a skin condition.” A grin overtook your face when you had found the first aid kit. Namjoon looked at you from the bed as you pulled a box out and dropped it onto the floor to look through it.
“You're a patient and I'm the nurse.” You explained, jumping up as you came into a stand. He flinched back at your sudden movements, but kept his eyes on your grin. “I have to heal your wounds.” You walked closer holding up a bottle of some medicine and some gauze.
As you moved to reach out, you froze before looking up at him. “Is this okay?” You asked, waiting for his response. He slowly nodded his head, his lungs seizing up for some reason as he took in your scent. While he could clearly smell your perfume, there was something else that seemed to catch him by surprise.
As your hands were softly touching him, his eyes closed as he allowed your kindness rush to through his nerve endings and into his chest. His empathetic nature seemed to intertwine with your aura.
“I'll come by tomorrow to check up on them.” Your voice brought him out of his stupor, the man looking down at you with hooded eyes. “If you feel itchy you can take them off yourself but I wouldn't recommend it, the ointment needs to soak up.” Your smile made him dizzy.
“Everything should be good now.” You told him after you wrote down all his vitals. You looked towards him, a smile on your face as you tilted your head at his dazed expression.
“You smell nice.” He blurted.
Your face turned beet red, choking on air. “Thank you?” You giggled.
“Sorry.” He shook his head when he heard you laugh. “I've never met someone like you. It made my senses fog up.”
“I'm flattered.” You continued to laugh, your cheeks hurting from your smile. “Is there anything I can do for you?” You asked before you left.
“No.” Namjoon stood from the bed, seemingly back to normal as he walked you to the door. “I should be okay.” He finally gave you a smile which showcased his dimple.
Your eyes crinkled as you swooned over it. “Then I'll be on my way. I have Jungkook to tend to.”
“Yes, you should go before he comes to find you.” Namjoon playfully rolled his eyes.
“I hope you have a good day, Mr. Kim. Goodbye.” The smile you gave him made him swallow.
He knew that all of them had started to become desensitized in this place that only seemed to take from them. They had given up all hope for a better future. A future where they were able to return home. It seemed so long ago that they were brought in as children and tested on until they could no longer feel anything. He knew there would come a day when Hanseol would no longer need them, everyone ran out of magic at one point. Who knew what would happen to them then.
But hearing you say such kind words–touch him with such kind hands–he knew he wanted to get out. He had suffered so much and meeting you made him remember what it was like in the first place. He was going to find a way to get out. He was going to find a way to save everyone. And he knew you were the one person who would help him do that.
“Of course.”
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E42!Miles Morales x Reader headcanons
Both headcanons of him and of him being a romantic partner cos I'm bored teehee. Also no nsfw cos he's a minor and sorry if the Spanish related hcs are inaccurate or smth like that, I only speak English but please lmk if I got smth wrong!
TAGS/WARNINGS: Fem!reader, fluff, minor angst, cussing
WORD COUNT: 908
Just Miles headcanons
⚜Always smells fresh. He probably uses the perfect amount of Axe body spray or just wears a good cologne.
⚜E1610!Miles is taller than E42!Miles by a few inches because the spider bite most likely affected his growth.
⚜Piggybacking off of that last hc, he probably wears insoles to make himself a lil' taller, but he definitely tells Aaron it helps with the "pain of being on his feet all day", which he knows is bullshit because he's been doing Prowler work for years and has never once considered wearing insoles.
⚜If high maintenance was a guy, it'd be Miles G. Morales.
⚜Had to use a shitbox of a speaker for YEARS until he started making money as the Prowler. Rio would come home from work only to hear some bullshit by Playboi Carti playing at full volume on the worst speaker you've ever heard.
⚜Takes bathtime VERY seriously.
⚜Made his voice way deeper in front of E1610!Miles and probably has a much more calm voice, almost soothing.
⚜Will occasionally forget words in English and will just replace them with a Spanish word and leave you looking confused as fuck.
"You know the thing I'm talking about, it's the uh... rizador!"
"The fucking what?"
⚜Randomly got popular one day in 8th grade/year 9 for no reason, like one day everyone just started dabbing him up.
⚜Speaking of which, if you ever go anywhere with him and he sees anyone he knows, you best believe you'll be awkwardly standing next to him as you wait for him to finish dabbing up the entire population.
Now for romantic headcanons
⚜Was bold asf when he was pursuing you. He'd purposely stare at you in class so you'd make eye contact, and he'd always be the last to look away. He didn't ask for your snap from his or your friends. Instead, he walked right up to you and asked you himself, and he wasn't dry when it came to the snaps either.
⚜Constant compliments, even before you became official. He'd always go out of his way to let you know he liked your outfit, your hair, or even just to say you looked beautiful every single day.
⚜Miles will always give you his jacket if you start to look cold. He can always sense when you're going to get cold and he will not take no for an answer, so don't bother.
⚜This next hc is for my afab pookies. He'll keep track of your cycle and will toss a bag full of pads and tampons at you the second your period starts, which he always knows before you for some reason. He always remembers what brands you like, and he knows all the tricks he learnt from his mother to help you with cramps, headaches or mood swings.
⚜He knows calling you mami makes you fall face first for him, so he'll use it to his advantage to make you less mad when he has to cancel plans.
"Miles, baby, this is our third date this month we've had to reschedule :/."
"I know, mami. I'm sorry." He'd say as he places a kiss on your forehead.
⚜Not too big on PDA. Of course, he'll constantly be either holding your hand or having his arm around you and kiss you goodbye, but he'll never go out of his way to shove his tongue down your throat in front of everyone.
⚜But my GOD, he is affectionate in private. Miles cannot keep his hands to himself to save his life. He'd pick you up and dip you to kiss you if he could.
⚜He constantly feels guilty about having to ditch dates for Prowler work, so to make up for it, he'll take you on massive shopping trips. The mf won't take no for an answer either. He couldn't give two flying fucks if you couldn't go around spending hundreds of dollars on clothes, he wants you to know he'll do anything for you despite his mysterious job he never speaks about.
⚜The biggest gentleman ever. He probably learnt it from his mother since she was his only parent, and he definitely has some feminist ideologies ingrained into him, though he does prefer to be the provider and for you to stay safe at home/school.
⚜Miles would occasionally daydream about settling down with you and having a child together, but he knows his job is too dangerous for that despite his longing for a family.
⚜He shows his affection by buying you gifts and spending any and all of his free time with you in return for just your touch and the sound of your voice. He'd prefer to spend every day by your side but he knows you can't get involved in his work and he'd prefer you to stay safe despite how feisty you may be.
⚜If you two went to prom/formal together he'd fall head over heels the second he sees you all dressed up. He'd take as many photos as possible and brag the whole night going "Yeah that's my girlfriend." with a stupid grin plastered across his face.
⚜Almost never talks about how he feels or opens up, he probably would only share how he feels if he broke down in front of you, which he would hate because he likes to feel like he's the protector and provider so if he's not showing you strength he feels weak and unworthy of your love.
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That's all I can think of rn lmk if you want any other characters!
#headcanons#x reader#across the spider verse#spiderman#miles morales prowler#miles morales#prowler x reader#earth 42 miles x reader#fem!reader
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can you do Shimadas taking care of their sick s/o? 🥺
A/N: Reformatted this so it fit your request lmao sorry this is late, but hope you're feeling better homie!
Hanzo
He feels like such a mother hen, he takes care of you like no other
I headcannon that Hanzo brews a mad cup of tea, he'll put every ounce of effort in brewing the best cup for you
He won't get too close to you at first, but if you're ABSOLUTELY miserable he'll hold your hand and rub soothing patterns into your back and arms
He'll begrudgingly do his goofy fisherman's dance if you really need something to cheer you up
Or he'll tell you the good memories of his childhood growing up in Shimada castle, of how he'd seen Genji sneaking treats to Kiriko in their youth.
Ok enough, he doesn't care if he gets sick anymore, Hanzo doesn't like seeing you in any discomfort, so he'll get under the blankets with you and hold you.
He'll prepare some hot soup with crackers on the side.
If you have long hair he'll loosely braid it and card his fingers through it.
Headache? He'll lightly massage your scalp to get you to relax.
Even if you look like shit he'll still call you beautiful
I feel like he has a fondness for novellas or TV dramas and he'll quietly murmur under his breath Oh no she did not
He'll put these dramas on tv for you two to watch and honestly watching Hanzo's reaction is more entertaining than the show itself
He'll grab a cool wash clothes and wipe the sweat from your face and keep you clean.
If you have to go to the doctors, he'll hold your hand through the process
Both Shimadas have a massive fear of the doctor's office and you can't convince me otherwise
Genji
He can't catch any illnesses so cuddles?
Having a cyborg ninja boyfriend comes with its perks and one of them being he can control his body temperature.
Hot fever? That's alright he's got his cooling system on
Too cold? And blankets make you sweat too much. Butt warming technology activated (Like in those leather seats in cars)
Aside from this he panics if you have a nasty illness and he goes to Angela on how to best take care of you
Since its winter he'll get you involved in some silly arts and crafts, and you can bet he makes you a cut out of paper snowflakes
Can't really cook, so he'll order some take out (Mostly soup)
Genji has tried to cook a few times (the few times he has, it was so bad even Moira said it was unethical)
I feel Genji would also have a small gaming set up and he'd play a single player game with story so you could enjoy the story with him
I'm getting carried away with random Genji hcs lemme get back on track
He would buy you two matching fuzzy pajamas and socks so you could suffer in comfort with him looking a little goofy in his pjs
Not the best brewer but he can make a decent cup just for you
As much as he hated cough medicine himself, he'll make sure you'll take it
GENJI WOULD BE THE TYPE TO GO "Here comes the airplane prrrrrrrrrrrrrb!" and poke at your lips with the spoon until you relent
Kiriko
Kiriko would just pocket you. End of story.
Lmao no I wouldn't do that to you
Her Ofuda is primarily used to heal fresh wounds and usually trauma injuries (Bullets wounds, tears, slices, bruising, etc) not illnesses
When you fall ill, she could care less about getting sick since the fox spirit kinda protects her from trivial stuff like that.
Kiriko cuddles are on the table, she'll curl up with you on the couch and if you'd like she'll give you shoulder rubs (Spoiler: They're fucking amazing)
She would take you to the bathroom and wash and dry your hair while softly humming or singing a light tune
she'd blow dry the hair and massage the scalp to release any pent up stress and the vapor from the hot water would help the illness
Kiriko asks her mom for some soup recipes. A good ol family recipe is good for the soul
She totally has an apron that says "Kiss the Kamori"
She tries to heal with the ofuda to help ease any aching or pain you're in
She hates seeing you so miserable and does what she can to put a smile on your face
Even if that means telling embarrassing stories of Hanzo and Genji that they'd rather you not know about
Or blowing raspberries lmfao she doesn't care if you're sick, she's blowing them on your neck or stomach regardless. It really just ends up into cuddling
Once she quiets down, she'll just pull you into her arms and ask if you're alright.
#overwatch2#overwatch#overwatch imagine#overwatch x reader#kiriko kamori#kiriko overwatch#kiriko x reader#kiriko#genji shimada#genji x reader#hanzo x reader#hanzo shimada
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God I've been thinking about the KNPS Inika stuff a lot lately which is GARBAGE because that's not something that's happening for literal years in-universe and I have no idea if I'm ever going to write that stuff BUT ALSO if I don't get this stuff out of my head it's going to give me brain rot so here we go (spoilers for main KNPS fic ahoy)
So I figure they become Toa in their last year of high school. The former KNPS students have largely drifted apart by this point. They still see each other in classes and stuff, but with a few exceptions they kinda got their own lives away from each other once they weren't the only seven people their age that they knew. Some of them started hanging with the kids a year younger than them more once they got to high school, too, but largely they're kind of scattered. Takua and Jaller are still best friends, but Jaller and Hahli have drifted a lot, to the point where both of them have tried dating others. Hewkii and Macku, on the other hand, had a very tearful goodbye when he graduated, then a miserable year apart, and then they got back together when she got to high school and have been very happy together since, but now there's a lot of stress and anticipation for his upcoming high school graduation and what that might mean for them. Kongu has an entirely separate friend group, Nuparu too, and Matoro mostly hangs around the library with Kopeke. All of them, however, the ones from a year behind included, are still friends with Takua.
I haven't figured out all the logistics yet, but they still get struck by lightning and become Toa at some point. So they're having to go through their senior year of high school thrust back together with powers they don't understand or know how to control and their main mentor is Takua of all people.
Vakama has such a headache.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the Toa Mata are doing their own thing. Some of them have gotten married. Onua and Lewa bought a house that Onua has turned the entire front lawn of into a massive garden. There's also some large trees in the backyard that Lewa likes to sleep in, draped over the branches like a leopard. Vakama, Nokama, and Matau have long since moved in together. Onewa retired about a year ago but comes in to supply sometimes and he complains about it every time but won't take his name off the supply list.
Things have been quiet at Kini Nui since the events of the main fic, but trouble is brewing and our new Toa are just the team to deal with it. Maybe. Look I'm gonna be honest most of what I've been thinking about here has been character stuff and not plot stuff. Half of it has been shoving Matoro at various characters to figure out who I want to ship him with and picturing Nuparu in shop class because that's where I'm at as a person right now.
#bionicle#ficblogging#knps#my back hurts and i cant sit at my computer to write rn so yall get this youre welcome
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pinkie fic chap 1? have a great day!!
Ah so i dont wanna spoil what is going on but i finished one scene and started on anotger but then got sick so my headache is not letting me work on tge fic anymore 👍
Anyways, ill let you decide people:
Should the first scene of the fic be on a seperate first chapter or should i just keep it as is (kinda leaning to making it its own chapter
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Wild hopped down another ledge into the cave, sword in hand. Something was calling him further in and Wild was very, very curious. He walked past soaked floor and into an opening in the cave.
It was an open space, smoothed and rounded out. Water covered the ground but only covering his feet and there was a mound of moss and dirt that looked very deliberately placed to hide something. Wild crept up to it, sweeping off everything with his arms until what stood before him was a big, square wooden box. Unlike most chests that were unlocked, this one had a massive lock on it and was incredibly airtight. The champion brought his blade to the lock breaking it open and it took some effort to snap the lid off until it swung open.
Wild stiffled a gasp.
Inside the box there was a child, the body of a child. They seemed very young. The child was curled in on themselves in a foetal position and their mouth was agape and still, half submerged in water. Wild could see bruising and massive scars all along the tiny body. Their fingers were bloody with torn off skin and nails as if they had been clawing at something, they were also barefooted and skin on the feet were sore. They were dressed in a red dress with a dark green belt that was torn up and they had pastel pink hair. The child, the dead child, had tears along their face, paralised in fear. Wild wanted to weep, why was this child trapped down here in a half flooded box in the depths of a freezing and dangerous cave? His thoughts ran while he figured out what to do, but that was decided when the child suddenly started to tense and their eyes flew open, darting around until they focused on him and wimpered in fear. Though they tried to scramble away, their arms and legs weren't co-opperating and the box was too small to move anywhere.
Wild threw his hands up, "hey hey there, calm down, it's alright, i won't hurt you," The child's breaths started to slow down, "my name is Wild, let me get you out of here." He reached down and scooped the child up, careful not to injure them further. They were small and malnurished and shivering in his arms, clothes and hair waterlogged and heavy, "hey kid, it's alright, ill get you somewhere safe. Could you tell me your name?"
The child's eyes closed as they went limp in his arms, "im.... so cold..." they whispered, Wild's heart broke. The child's heartbeat was practically non-existent, Wild almost couldn't feel it when he placed his fingers to their neck. He had to get them to the others.
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Parahuman power ideas:
1: A tinker whose specialty is to build a crappy, gas-powered device they solves the last problem they heard a person mention. Gets headaches if they hear something the shards can't/won't solve or if he hears another problem before finishing the current project.
2: A blaster/stranger whose blasts become harmless to anybody that sees them. They glow and travel at maybe 20-30 mph so spotting them isn't hard.
3: A breaker who turns into/from lunar sediment. Has no control over their "body" while transformed.
I originally wrote up these three as a cluster trigger but I think I'll leave it up to you if they are or not.
Okay I did a cluster as one of the recent submissions to this so I'm gonna say that this isn't a cluster.
Also, in going to make it a rule now that unless you're specifically asking for a cluster or capes that have a reason to be part of the same submission that you send ideas one at a time....These bulk asks are getting a bit much.
The first one: Oh there's potential for this one....This is a villain/mercenary rogue by necessity. This is a guy who would have loved to stay out of all of the cape nonsense and use his powers to run a legitimate business, the problem is that there are laws which effectively stop Tinkers from running a business that competes with non-Capes. Eventually he decided that if he's going to be forced out of legal work that he should commit to the bit.... He's something of a one-stop shop for quick and dirty, cheap but largely effective solutions that a lot of the small to mid tier villains without the means and resources to have their own in-house people. He is on the other hand someone who will be at every Endbringer fight he can reach, usually with a big gas-powered mech or tank.
His entire aesthetic is steampunk, a mix of gentleman and inventor; hides his face behind heavy goggles, wears a top hat and has a very twirly moustache.
Cape name: "Captain of Industry"
The second one: so you didn't specify but I'm imagining these blasts as similar to Legend's lasers but heavily nerfed because of the limit you specified.
I feel like this guy is ex-military like Narwhal, possibly a sniper which would make the limits of the power fitting in that twisted way Worn does....He was honourably discharged after Triggering and managed to make a living as one of those background capes the PRT just has guarding things and out of the limelight.
Until he found a marketable niche.
He's a blaster, but he likes to function as a striker.... Basically he wears a really subtle costume with a regular coat over it and is the person to take point on engaging villains, primarily getting close enough to fire a blast from point blank..... Doesn't matter how slow the blast moves if it hits you in the back of the head from half an inch away. He's still not massively popular but he's got a use and enough of a cult following to justify them making merch and giving him a few public appearances and interviews.... Although a lot of them are with podcasts run my utter dicks.
Cape name: "Astonish" (Partly because of comic names like "Astonishing Spider-Man" and partly because of the Pokemon move Astonish which makes the opponent flinch)
The third one: Okay I'm gonna need some clarification on this power...Do they actually became a lump of lunar sediment and just exist as a lump of crumbly dirt with no power to affect anything? Because that would be entirely useless beyond being a screaming red flag about this characters self image.
Or is it what I imagined.....A Hulk like scenario where they become a rage monster made of disconnected moon rock and dust, with the breaker category coming from the fact that each of the disconnected parts can function somewhat independently? Because that has some potential.
I don't have much of a background in mind for this character, only that she's a patient at the asylum who checked herself in upon realising that she had absolutely no control over her actions in her alternate state and that changing back was difficult.....Also, she's gotta be involved in the half built moon city, if only tangentially.
Cape name: "Lunacy"....A pun I am not ashamed of.
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I thinking of making a fun short AU of the DC Random Villan Kids.
Where the edgiest teens try to become the biggest name in the Gotham Underworld, failed repetidly and give Babs, Tim, Steph and Cass a massive headache.
Starring:
Duela Dent as The Leader
Ethan Cobblepot as The Lancer
Enigma as The Smart One
Kid Shark as The Strong One
There is no heart because they are Bad Kids
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About our protags:.
1. Duela Dent:
▫️While I find her multiple backstories fascinating (my favorite being the confusing she was from Earth 3 all along), I will keep the more logical one:
▪️Duela is the child of Harvey and Gilda Dent.
▪️ Harvey was scarred and became Two-Face during Gilda pregnancy, becaming instable and some times being really angry that her wife wasn't pregnant of twins.
▪️Afraid to be like his own abusive father, Harvey decided that the best he could do was abandon his wife and daugther before he could hurt them. Before going away he wrotre a letter explaining everything for when his daugther got older. Since they hadn't chose the name yet, Harvey used Duela in the letter as a cute nickname.
▪️ With her own mental health declining, Gilda could not raise the kid by herself and choose to give her to adoption after birth. She still had hopes of both her and Harvey seeking mental heath, getting better and adopting their kid back, that is why she named the baby Duela beforehand.
▪️After being reunited in The Long Halloween, they try to adopt her. But at this point they are worse and the orphanage don't even allow them to see her. That night Duela hears about her parents visit and thanks to gossip and missinformation ends up beliving her dad is the Joker.
▪️Duella got emancipated at 16 and tries to get her "dad's" attention by comiting crimes under varius villan themed pseudonymus the major one being "the truth".
▪️She succeds. Joker acepts her as a member of the gang because he won't say no to a free henchwoman.
▫️Different from cannon she and Harley have a great relationship. And get even closer when both leave Joker (Harley for her own sake and Duela when in a gang war Two-Face tells her the truth).
▫️Now she wants to became a great villan to show the Joker for humiliating her (and secretly because Harvey never explained why he abandoned her and she wants his aproval).
▫️Harvey wanted to reconect with her and may be cheated in his own coin game so he could try. He is a corny dad and has no idea what he is doing, but bless him he is trying. Duela pretends she doesn't care about him and that she thinks he is lame, but she is secretally really happy he is trying and loves being a daddy's girl.
▪️both want to see Gilda again.
▫️Duella is 18. She lives in Harley Quinn's basement, has a Tik Tok account and loves Death Note, eletronic and emo music.
▫️ She has the gemini symbol tatoo because of Harvey but she lies to people that she is just very into horoscope (insert her friends saying "but you are a sagitarius"). She also has a small harlerquin (for harley duh).
▫️ According to Jason she is "as cringe as Tim".
▫️During the short period between Cass and Tim that Steph was single she and Duela had a Tinder Match.
▪️No. One. Will. Ever. Let. Steph. Forget.
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2. Ethan Cobblepot
▫️His backstory is the same except for the sake of bullying Ignatious Ogilvy is actually Oswald adopted son and so it's Martin (the kid from Gotham). So Oswald actually have two kids he loves and cares about, he just dislikes Ethan for no reason.
▫️He is the most steriotypical sad white rich boy with daddy issues.
▫️Different from cannon (or for what is inferred on cannon cause the art we get on the pannels isn't even that bad) his face is barrely scared he is just a whinny bitch.
▫️His reasons to be the best supervillan are: to be bigger than his father and "sibblings" and because he is simping on Batgirl and can't accept she broke up with him (he blames his "ugly" face).
▫️Duela actualy wanted Ogivly in her team, but he was too big league for them. She them tried Martin, but while he had potencial, he was twelve and she "didn't want a Robin". She never even tried Ethan, he just was stalking Martin and introduced himself as a team member.
▫️He does belive that by being the eldest he should be the team leader. He has a pont but is more because he pays for all their shit and since he is really rich they do have tec that it's just too good for a bunch of C-listers.
▫️He is 24. Has his own company he funded from zero (a word that here means with his father money, a lot of it) and loves minecraft, figthing with Enigma over who is the smartest, texting Barbara and criptocoin. He has his own CobbleCoin.
▫️Texted all the batkids more than once asking them to tell Barbara to unblock him.
▫️No one will ever let Barbara forget she dated him. She is the only one who can't make fun of Stephanie for the Tinder Match or of Damian for dating Lord Death Man kindda daugther because she dated Ethan Cobblepot.
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3. Enigma
▫️No one know where did she came from. When asked Ed will be very enigmatic about it but the truth is he also doesn't known.
▪️Kid just appeared in his safe house one day saying she was his daugther. She knew nothing about her biomon, lived in an orphanage and she never explained why she was so sure he was the dad.
▪️So obviasly Ed accepted that must be the truth... nah, he did an DNA test. BUT while this all was happening Ed was on the high of having figure out Batman's identity (and by extension the whole batfam) and wanted to do the same with other super heros, namely Superman. That resulted in a fight with Query and Echo about how Superman was totaly going to kill Eddie (and just him, cause no way they were going to help him figth Superman).
▪️The fight scaleted to them accusing him of having a compulsion with finding answers (he had just accepted his compulsion for riddles he was not accepting another one) and he saying he didn't and he had made all the calculations of how to confront an angry Superman.
▪️So to prove he didn't had a compulsion and therefor was not doing his dumb Superman plot because he stopped taking his meds he destroyed the results of the DNA test. And them had a panic attack because he was in a compulsive episode.
Echo: Calm down, boss, you can take another test.
Riddler: *panicking on the floor*how would I even explain that I need new DNA? why did I even do that? what's wrong with me?
Query: Uh... Actualy I was curious and looked at the results early.
Riddler: *calming a little* and?
Query: Er... congratulations you're a dad?
Riddler: fuck.
*later*
Echo: You did not saw the results at all did you?
Query: Nope. Eddie is too guilable sometimes.
Echo: So why did you said it was positive?
Query: He isn't planing a suicide mission against Superman anymore, is he.
Echo: I love you soo much when you're scheming.
▪️In conclusion Ed thinks he is her dad and that's enough. Is he? Who know? He is her father figure for sure.
▫️Riddler has no idea how to be a dad. He treats her as a friend and spoils her soo much. They also have petty verbal arguments. He will tell everyone about how amazing she is as long as she does anything. He considers her sucesses another reason for why he is the best. And will talk her up at any chance.
▫️She goes by Ella as a civilian name (and El so to not conflict wifh Duela) because Ed absolutly refuses to register her as Enigma Nygma. Not even he is this tacky. She does chooses Ella because she is kindda of a Duela fangirl.
▫️Her reason to join the group was because she has a crush on Duela. She told it was so the world would recognize her superior intellect, but eh, she doesn't care about what dumb people think of her and as long as Ed keeps hypping her up to everyone (because if she is great he is by extension) she is cool. That being said she loves to prove Ethan wrong ever time he says he is the smart one.
▫️She is a bad conspiracy theorist and her conspiracy pall is Bernard. Cue Tim laughing and Ed dying in the background as Enigma and Bernard discuss how that famous pilot Hal Jordan is totaly Batman. Her friendship with Bernard is a bit of a problem to Tim though.
▫️She is fifteen and the group's baby. She is as cringe as her supposed dad with the bonus of being a bad conspiracy theorist and being on the teenage phase were she thinks insulting people/cursing is cool and mature.
▫️She may once have selled Ed's antidepressants as drugs to Ethan and Duela, but on her defence she though her dad was just addicted and that was why he took the pills. He had an episode. It was the only time Query and Echo were pissed with her.
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4. Kid Shark
▫️In this universe King Shark isn't dead. Instead he raises his son to lead a more pacefull life than the one he had.
▫️He was raised in Atlantis, with ocassional visists from Aquaman to keep his dad in check. While he dislikes Aquaman, he has to admit he finds his dad other rival - Superboy - to be really cool.
▫️He is mostly a soft zem guy, though he has some anger issues and can enter in very violent rages.
▫️He is 19 (he lives human years and not shark years because of the whole quarter-god thing). He moved to Gotham to apply to college and socialize outside Atlantis. He also wants to figth Superboy one day.
▫️He joined the club because he saw as an opportunity to make friends and get some cash.
▫️Besides being the Strong One, he is definitivaly the Heart of the group being super sweet when not enraged. That being said he sees no value on the lifes of people he doesn't care about and is fine being a vilan.
▫️After seeing Batgirl (Cassandra) fighting he really wants to face her in combat.
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Nova cutie I got a question, what do you do when you have headaches? I've had a not so great day and cried...a few times and now I have this massive and ugly headache that won't go away :( Sighhhh
welp but I hope your day is better than mine <3
hydrate!! esp if you've been crying. it cools you down from the inside, and your body lost a bunch of water. also you have just released a bunch of emotions!
give yourself time to relax and if you can ( i know it's not possible w strong headaches, but if they are manageable) try and sleep!! (after a big glass of water)
i've heard almonds can be a replacement for aspirin, but i am no healthcare professional, so if you feel like it hasn't changed at all even after a while, maybe consider taking a painkiller..(?)
hope you feel better soon <3
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The top picture is what he's sitting on it's the outside of it is very big because the walls are about 8 ft thick on each side he decides to use it and it was not bad it's really our stone is very hard and people try to hide in them and they deflect tons of shells probably all the way up to a probably a five foot shell would get stopped and it was fall if it hit it on but usually it bounces off and we know the strength of it it's extremely strong and a very heavy it was surprised he could lifted it's true and still they looked really huge diamonds that are heavier but still probably end up on the dirt that's a question and it is because they are relocated after the incident to hide it. He put them into the pyramid and forgot to take them out and they conducted he was growing already but he was using it off and on for a few days and also need juice it up and they caused a massive amount of feedback and they were growing and getting more electrified and tried to break out and they couldn't and he's giggling and stuff and it killed him that's how we know he knew it already that she did too tons of us knew. And now you do Trump so enjoy your revenge on your own son and forces to help you your whole life you're a pitiful creature and a pitiful person and we don't want you near our son and you won't listen. But just befalls you because of your own evil nature
Thor Freya
Olympus
Zues
And it's a headache but he's a good boy that's my husband he's still a boy and he has to grow up LOL he wants his toy car dammit and really you think Trump would fall for that
Hera
It's a toy like you're a boy okay and the golf is a German car and golf is an adult sport yeah okay
Trump
That's a toy car I got something to design us from a toy I've had enough of this stuff he designed the Jets from just saying that high speed like a toy but this is different so we're going to try and get that car going
Jenna
I can't believe this is a ton of reasons but that's a big one so I was saying that we drive toys and probably backfire but good
Jason
Olympus we have to say something this will probably work
We know it'll work it all thinking about it and said we can't drive a toy around and if he does we can and lost and it's not really a toy and they're moving out
Thor Freya
And we want that Bugatti toy it will turn it into a real car and the same size it works cuz just a little small and there's cars out there that are much smaller like the fit which is ridiculous so we're going to go ahead and make it it's safer it's faster it's prettier and it's really pretty and it looks like a real one and yeah well company probably make our own car it'll probably make the Bradley GT1 too and we're going to go ahead and try now we see why
Mega norful Meghan Markle
Yeah we see why what would that be we're small no we can get away with it yes both of them are toys terrific
Prince Harry the second one
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MASSIVE
The hole in the ground is made of the same simple gray concrete as the rest of the building, with the same markers at set distances in luminous orange spray paint. There was not possible way they were added by human hands, but they were all human sized, little marks under illegible lettering. The nearest one was right by my head as I stood in the doorway that lead into it.
I suppose it's not just a hole, as it also shoots far far upward, fading gently away into the indistinct and shadowy darkness. Its width was more easily discerned, but still enormous, its one wall curving into a perfect circle. (Or a perfect cylinder, perhaps.)
There was no sound coming from the hole, and any sound around was swallowed very quickly by the darkness. Dampened out into oblivion. The lack of echo made me shudder. Wrong. All of it wrong.
I suspect the hole is bottomless. This is not to say that I think it goes on forever, I just think it doesn't end the correct way. I suspect if something fell down it it would either fall right back out the top or it would just... vanish, somehow. Disappear into another world.
The wind which gently emits from the hole, lightly pushing my hair and clothes as I stand by its side, smells of fresh grass and warm earth. There is a slight floral scent as well, something like lavender I think. (Which makes me suspect yet more that here, hidden away at the farthest corner of this plain gray building, hidden from all of the prisoners and even the staff, is some kind of portal.)
The portal is emitting some kind of heat, compared to the cold gray stone on my slightly numb bare feet. It seems more and more tempting to jump and see what might happen.
Except... just like I can see the painted marks all along the hole, I can also see the blinking red pilot lights of security cameras. Even if I jumped, they'd know where I was. The eyes would know where I was. The thing all over the building would reach out to me, sooner or later, with its icy, substanceless tendrils. It would wrap its way around me and my vision would blur and I'd wake up groggy in a bed that was too big, in a place which was nothing but hostile. Always hostile.
(Those eyes. All over. Everywhere. All of them in different colors, all of them watching. Patiently watching. They won't tell me what they want no matter how I ask. I even broke one of them once, and all I got out of that was a nosebleed and a headache that throbbed so painfully I couldn't believe it had only lasted two hours. The camera wasn't even actually broken anymore by the time I'd been able to see right again.)
I inched closer until my toes were just outside the threshold. The warmth felt incredible on my toes. It felt miraculous, almost. I felt the tension ease out of my muscles. (Would it even matter if I never hit the bottom? What would there be for me there but death? What would there be for me if I got caught and dragged back? A slightly different, more prolonged death?)
When the men burst through the door behind me with a crashing of metal on concrete, I couldn't help but try to turn. And in trying to turn I couldn't stop my foot from slipping. I was already off the platform and falling when they reached the edge, their hands suddenly too slow, so slow, too slow to catch me as I felt the world go from under my feet and my stomach drop.
Nowhere to go but down.
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I am not and will never be in the business of burning myself to ash for the hateful. If you enter a discussion by being viciously hateful and self-righteous to boot, I am not going to be kind to you, I am not going to gently hold my hand and compose the hostility out of my voice. I'm not going to be a fucking saint while you're a rampaging monster, because that's fucking abysmal for my sanity and you aren't worth it if you're hateful. You just aren't, and you never will be until you clean up your act. And even then, I have too many things to do to hold your hand. I'll give you my words ONCE and if you double-down, I'm blocking without reading it. I write my one message with consideration that the chances I'll be listened to at that point are low, but I also know that my words orbit people's minds like angry bees. So you can let your ego get ahead of you, you can trip over my advisory and punch yourself in the face about it all you want.
But I won't be hurting myself for you.
If I let myself be burnt by every self-righteous prick that was hellbent on killing me because it bothered them that much that I asked them to care about other people, I wouldn't be here. If I let myself be burnt by half of them, I wouldn't be here. A quarter, a fifth, a tenth, a twentieth--I still wouldn't be here.
Turns out it really pisses people off when someone cares, and especially when they're loud about it.
They decide that I'm personally accusing them specifically of a global, collective problem and decide to refuse to grow about it, because I delivered imperfectly. So I don't try to deliver perfectly anymore, and if you hurt people I'm not going to be so careful as to make sure I don't give you a headache.
Hateful arguements are rarely unique in any way shape or form. The amount of times I've had to explain to a bigot (and, just fyi, there's a staggering increase in "woke" biggotry, so it's become increasingly normal to see tons of leftist labels in the description of somebody that spews fascist propaganda on the regular, as if it's different because they changed who the them in us vs. them is) that no, this opinion isn't new, and yes, I know vaguely where you got it and no, I'm not going to listen to you regurgitate something I've heard a million times and no, I'm not rude and ignoring your own personal opinion. It's not your personal opinion. It was a designed opinion that you just as millions of others were tricked somehow in to believing you made as if there wasn't hundreds of different things angling at you, nudging you in to that exact belief--which is precisely why it's not remotely unique. If you make this a personal moral thing you'll get nowhere except Worse.
What you give is what you get, so if I'm snapping at you you should be paying attention. You don't know me, or not yet, but I don't fucking snap at people who don't deserve it, and I'm not disproportionate with it either. If anything, I've been told a lot that I'm far, far too kind. And I agree. But unfortunately that's the only way to make anyone grow up at all, because at the point that you're hurting people and refusing to listen you sure as shit aren't going to listen to a "please" despite how much some of you will throw around insults, and slurs, and vitriol, and wishes of violence. You beg for a perfect saviour and attack anyone for having the slightest bit of care for anyonelse; use their imperfection as a further reason to attack them.
So next time you wonder where all the nice people went,
Try looking in the mirror, and asking yourself what needs to change.
Either you've been a massive prick, resulting in you being surrounded by massive pricks, or you found yourself stuck in a pattern that kept you surrounded by them, at which point it becomes inevitable that you become worse because why wouldn't you?
You have to survive, don't you?
Keep bad company, become bad company.
Be bad company, make bad company.
Ignore reality, don't learn from it.
Run away from reality, fail to fix problems.
If a problem won't go away it's because you don't have the complete solution, perhaps none of the "right" solution at all. If you're constantly miserable, and argueing, and don't know why nobody's hearing you?
You're not doing what you need to be doing.
Somebody with the right words will do what you're trying to do. And if they aren't, then it's just because it wasn't the thing to do. And that's fine. We all make mistakes. A lot of the time they're unavoidable mistakes that are unfair to claim are individual. But it's still our jobs to fix it, so if you keep sabotaging the movement to heal, to fix things, and then you bitch that you're being left out of the help...hm...
Consider that you're asking for something more expensive than you seem to think, and actively increasing the cost every time you're difficult, mean, violent, and we have to put our sanity on the line in order to teach you anything at all--unpaid, to boot. Unrecognised, to boot. And insufficiently supported, too.
#Sick of the lack of collectivism.#Sick of people's refusal to talk about it.#Sick of the increasing presensce of hatespeech on Tumblr.#Sick of the fact that you can scream and cry and wail in to the void but nobody will listen because they're too afraid of reblogging new#serious posts but will reblog propagandic incomplete news post number 21982108120948091280#and wonder why the app's vibes are increasingly rotten and fascist.#This behaviour is killing me#I have activist work to do so much of it#so much better than anything i have been physically capable of outputting in this environment#and I can't because nobody puts forth the effort to help me#i can get like max 30 notes on a serious post rn#and have no hope of gaining the mental capacity to do better until something changes#because tumblr gave me actual brain damage from stress that almost killed me in january#rage seizures. not even my abusers usually did that to me#and I qualify as a childhood TORTURE victim
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Take Care Of Yourself
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: Not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it!!
He sits in front of you with a tired expression written over his face, his eyes lifeless and skimming the papers in front of him. They’re placed down on the desk without so much as a flutter or crinkle of sound. He disregards your calls to him, a twitch of his fingers the only sign you’re given that he’s heard you but other than that, his face doesn’t move an inch, not a subtle raise of his brow bone, not a crease, not so much as a small directed towards you and it makes you anxious. It makes you squirm in your seat and kick your legs out like a toddler who’s been confined to a chair for too long.
He sits and he reads. His back is hunched and his hair falls to his face, unbothered to put it in a loose ponytail, too tired and not enough time to waste a few seconds on doing something so trivial. He sits and he reads. He doesn’t want to do this, but it’s necessary. The papers hold words that bleed together and his eyes are bleary and he can feel a headache form in the back of his head, creeping into his mind like inky black tendrils that thump in his head. You call his name and he lets a sigh fill the room. He puts in as much emotion as he can in it- agitation, annoyance, exhaustion. He told you it wasn’t going to be exciting, that you would have a better time going out shopping or whatever it is that you do- he can’t be bothered to remember right now.
“Tomura,” you call out to him, eyes trained on him to see any sort of response. “You’ve been working for hours,” you stretch your legs and hit your heels against the floor. “You should take a break.” He doesn’t respond. No shrug of his shoulders, no huff- you get absolutely nothing from him. “Tomu, I’m serious,” you say with a stern voice, rising from your seat and walking to his desk. You puff your chest out and slam your hands on the desk, papers ruffling in response.
He lets out a low sigh and his shoulders slump. He slowly meets your eyes, red rimmed eyes that drooped and held heavy, dark bags underneath. His lips are parted, and he shakes his head. “What do you want?”
You frown and knit your brows. He looks so tired. “Tomura,” you whisper, walking around the desk and pulling the pen out of his hand, “you look like death.” A low groan ripples out of his throat when you sit on his lap, arms around his neck, the pads of your fingers running over his neck. “You need to rest.”
“You know I can’t,” he replies, leaning his head on your shoulder, “I have things to do. It’s better if I finish them now-”
“No,” you tell him, moving your hands down to rub his shoulder. “You can do this tomorrow- once you’re rested.” You shrug your shoulder and he peers up at you, blinking owlishly at you. “Just, let me take care of you for a bit, hm?”
“And if I say no?” His hands ache as they wrap around your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt and into you. “That’s always an option.”
“If you say no,” you repeat, trying to find the perfect punishment for him, “I… I won’t talk to you.”
“Oh, because that’s a punishment,” he jokes, a tired smile taking form as he rolls his eyes. “How ever will I get through that?” You fight the urge to scoof and a tight smile curves your lips. You look away from him, the grip on him tightening and you refuse to look at him. “Come on, I’m joining,” his hands squeeze your waist yet you remain silent. The smile falls from his face and he calls your name. “Are you really doing this?” Silence. He bounces his leg and it jostles you but you remain tight lipped. You feel his fingers drum on you, it’s impatient and rushed and you fight the smile that wants to break across your face. “If I do this break with you, will you talk to me again?”
“Has to be a good break,” you murmur, sneaking a glance at him, “lasts for more than two hours.”
“Two-” he blurts out in an accusing voice only to shut his mouth when you turn away. “Two hours,” he repeats back. You nod. “And what will we be doing during these two hours?”
You perk in his lap and look at him with a wide grin. “I’m,” you boop his nose, “going to take care of you!” You tilt your head and smile sweetly at him. “How about it?”
He rolls his eyes and leans back in the chair, arms tightening around you. “You’re going to take care of me?” You give him a curt nod. “And why would you want to do that?”
You smile softens and you raise a hand to push back his white hair, ticking strands behind his ear and tracing his jawline. “Because Tomura, you look like hell and I want to take care of you.” You press your lips against his temple. “Just for today, okay?”
“I always look like hell,” he breathes out.
“Mm, maybe so,” you muse, “but this is different. You need a break- just for a bit.” You pull away and rise from his lap, his hands sliding off your waist and laying limply on his lap. You extend a hand out to him and wait with bated breath for him to join you.
His hand lays in yours, it’s calloused and cold, and when you curl your hand around his, he sighs and shakes his head, rising from the chair with a groan. “You get two hours.”
You beam up at him and stand on the tip of your toes, leaning towards to peck his lips. “I’ll make it worth your while,” you mumble against him, a smile still evident on your face.
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“So what is it we’re doing again?” He asks, sitting down on the bed and fiddling with the ends of the pillowcase.
“Not me- you,” you correct, standing in front of him. “Now, take off your shirt,” you exclaim, clapping your hands together.
“Oh?” A sharp smile makes an appearance, his teeth barely visible and his hands drop the pillow and move to remove his shirt. “You know, if that’s what you wanted to do, you would’ve gotten me here quicker.” He tosses the shirt to the side and beckons you forward with a curl of the hands. “But two hours, huh? I could probably spare more time.”
You roll your lips to suppress the grin. “Really?” You ask excitedly, only to clear your throat and lower your voice to something akin to disappointment. “But I thought you had so much work?” You look down and play with your hands.
“Well if you’re going to treat me, then how could I ever deny you?” He shrugs and beckons you again. “Now come here.”
You stand in between his legs and he leans towards you, his hands riding up your shirt. “You mean it? All the time I want?” You ask, running your hands through his hair and smiling down at him.
“Could be the rest of the day. I mean it.” He presses a kiss on your stomach and grins wickedly at you. “So why don’t you take your shirt off too?”
Your smile stretches and you lean away from him. “Nope!” You smile brightly when his face falls. “I told you- I’m going to take care of you! Self-care!” You pat his cheeks and lean down to kiss his nose. “But I’m glad that it’s going to be all day. Oh! You’re just the best Tomura!” You rise and tilt your head.
“What?” He narrows his eyes at you. “But you told me to take off my shirt?”
“Yeah!” You nod. “I want to wash your hair!”
“You’re not getting in the shower with me?”
You shake your head. “Nope, but you can take the bath! And I’ll wash your hair.” When he continues to stare you continue. “You don’t get to get out of this now, you know? You promised and all,” you say with your tone sickly sweet.
“You… I can’t believe this.”
You laugh and pull away from him, pulling his hands out from under your shirt and you help him rise to his feet. He shuffles behind you, grumbling out loud, his hands curled around yours and when he’s thrust into the bathroom. You rush to turn on the water, letting the bath fill and steam slowly rises and fills the room. The bath is halfway filled when you tell him to start taking his clothes off, a wink added and a suppressed giggle when he sticks his tongue out at you and waves his hand, shooing you out of the bathroom.
“Oh, now you’re modest?” You tease, turning around and making a show to cover your eyes with your hands. “If it makes you feel any better, I like how you look without a shirt.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he grumbles, kicking his pants off and throwing them weakly at the back of your legs. You scoff in mock offense and kick his pants off to the side.
You peek under your eyes, and when the water reaches its height, you shut the tap off and the room comes to a silence.
“Okay, now what?”
“I put in the stuff,” you tap the water with your finger and smile at the temperature. “Or I can add all the stuff while you sit,” you bite your tongue in a vain attempt to stop the laughter that bubbles out. “Like soup. I can bake you like soup.”
“You don’t bake soup dumbass.” His hand curls over your eyes and you gasp. “I’m getting in, so go get the stuff.”
You hear him sigh and you have a pleased look on your face, when his hand slides down your face a fraction, you take that as a cue to grab the bath supplies that rest in the sink cabinet. They rest inside a tote bag, everything that you thought to get resides inside and your chest fills a bit tighter at sharing an intimate moment with Tomura. When you turn around to face him, he sits in the tub and you chuckle lightly. He turns his head and gives you a questioning look but you wave it off, walking over and perching yourself on the rim of the tub- which thankfully- is thick enough to sit without too much fear of falling/ You add the essential oil, the fresh scent of eucalyptus filling the room and then you add the bath soap, the sweet scent of rose and honey adding a lovely color to the bath.
“You know this would have been better with you in it,” he mumbles, lowering himself into the tub. His hands slowly peek from above the water and he watches as the suds slide off his skin. “A better self-care day.”
You reach into the bag and pull out a bath pillow and make him rest on it, smiling when he shakes his head at you and mutters something unintelligible under his breath. “I know,” you start off quietly, peering back into the bag to pull out the shampoo. “But you haven’t been taking care of yourself lately.” You reach above to grab the shower nozzle and slowly turn it on, watching the water bubble into the bath and disappear when you shut the nozzle. “You know I love you- scars and all,” you press a kiss against the side of his head and turn the nozzle on, threading your fingers through his wet hair, “but you still need to care for yourself.” You shut the water and squeeze a generous amount of shampoo into your palm. “I need you to know that it’s okay to watch over yourself.” Your hands massage into his scalp and you swear you feel him tremble under your touch. Your fingers thread and scratch his scalp, watching soap bubble from under your touch and slide down his back and pool and disappear into the water. “It’s okay to put yourself first Tomura.”
You reach in and grab a loofah and put it in the water, watching it float by and with shaky hands he grabs it and scrubs at his body, hands disappearing under the water. You both sit in silence, the splashes of water echoing in the room. You mutter to him that you’re going to turn on the water, and when he nods, you grab his tips and rinse it slowly. One hand holds the nozzle and the other parts his hair, your hand never leaving his head. Your scratch and massage, rub at the side of his head and get the underside of his hair, hearing him exhale shakily and you smile at him.
He sits in the bath with wet hair and soap suds that begin to dwindle and mark the bath in a light color. “Do you want me to scrub your back?” He nods and hands you the loofah. “I know work is stressful,” your fingers wrap around his neck, fingertips lightly tracing over fading scars, “but I’m here for you. I’ll always be here,” you rinse his back and when cleared of suds, you press your lips against the nape of his neck, smiling softly against his skin when he jumps at your touch. “I think you’re done,” you whisper, pulling away from him and grabbing a soft towel from the bag, resting it above and watching it squish the handles underneath it. “Come out when you’re done, hm?”
You rise and let a breath escape when your knees protest against the sudden movement. The door closes with a soft click and you grab the shirt he wore and dry your arms with it. Your pants are wet and part of your shirt. Once you’ve finished changing, Tomura walks out in a matching pair of pajamas, the cotton fresh and smelling like the crisp air of a morning, fresh and not overwhelming. He dries his hair and sits on the bed, back against the pillows and head lightly thudding against the headboard.
“I guess that wasn’t so bad,” he wonders out loud, sparing you a glance and going back to wrapping the towel around his back. “What’s next?”
You smile and curl up beside him, grabbing his hand cupping it in both of your grasps. It’s soft and holds wrinkles from being submerged in the water for too long. They’re course and tense underneath you. They wrap and interlace with yours, fingertips rubbing softly at your skin. “A hand massage,” you whisper, reluctantly removing your hand from his. Your fingers press gently against his palm and you want to hold his hand forever. You want this moment to last forever where he sits next you on the bed and looks at you softly with hair dripping onto the pillows while you hold his hand. You bring the back of his hand against your lips and they ghost over him, lips moving in an unspoken prayer. “Can you tell me about your day?” You whisper softly, lowering his hand and leaning next to him.
“Yeah, okay,” he breathes out, his voice filling the room, hands twitching underneath yours as you continue to work on him. His voice soon falls into a quiet murmur where his words mix together and he lowers himself until his head is on the pillow, hair splayed underneath him and as he sleeps, you curl next to him and bring a blanket up to his chest, a soft kiss marking his skin.
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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.
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Chapter 6: Evade The Bats, and Beat The Crows
•—–—–·†·–—–—•
The girls are in the old living room setting up clues (that are absolutely... useless) around Gotham. One being a picture Harley and Multimouse took earlier that day.
"They might think to look here after they realize the clues are fake." - Steph
"Then where else would they not think to look?" - Maria
"W.E, I can get you and Harley in without them knowing easily." - Barbara said with a confident smile.
"But they'll have to go incognito... especially you Harley, no offense, but your outfit stands out just a tad." - Steph
"Ehhh, none taken, I'm sure I can tink of somthin' else tuh wear." - Harley
"I can help with that, but I'll need some clothes and some sewing supplies." - Maria said already thinking of what she could make.
Cass gave a nod and headed out of the room, after a few minutes she came back with t-shirts, jackets, sweaters, shorts, jeans, etc. and droped the pile of clothes infront of the group. She then handed Maria a sewing set she got from Alfred.
"Thanks Cass. I'll get to work on making our costumes." - Maria
"Let me help yuh wit' dat hun." - Harley said as she picked up most of the clothes for Maria
"Thanks." Maria
•—–·Let's see the Chaos shall we·–—•
"You never told us she could use magic!" - Red Hood looking under the table
"I wonder if she can infuse magic with coffee..." - Red Robin said looking in the cabinets for the third time.
"Stop looking for coffee!" - Red Hood
"She could've hidden in here." - Red Robin said while crabbing a mug
"I haven't had enough sleep to deal with this." - Selina then walked over and flopped herself on the couch and proceeded to fall asleep on impact.
"Maria get your tiny self back here right now or else!" - Tony
"Or else what? She Knows MAGIC! What else does she know that you haven't told us?!" - Red Hood
"... I never told you becuase it's meant to be a secret!" - Tony
"Oh, so now you agree with keeping things a secret?" - Red Robin grabbing the coffee
"What else can she do Tony." - Batman
"Well... she's great with tech, can kick butt in a LOT of different ways, has magic, and if she wants to, she can find and know where everyone or anyone is, but I think she gets massive headaches from a wide search like that." - Tony
"Anything else?" - Batman
(Tony thinkng of all the tiny gods she has in jewelery, and that she keeps Paris/friends and family safe on a daily basis, and that she is the well known designer MDC...)"No..." - Tony
As ivy was listening to them talk, she continued to search her garden, until one of her plants had a message fo her.
"Hello Ms. Ivy, please don't help Batman and Iron Man find us, we promise we'll be careful." - Maria
"Where are you?" - Ivy asked whispering into the plant.
After a few minutes Ivy got a detailed plan that Maria, Harley and the girls came up with to evade The IronBat group (Maria thought that would be better than ManMan group 'But it's Bat MAN and Iron MAN, so it has tuh be The ManMan group.' was Harleys defence, but Maria won that one.) and Ivy agreed to help as best she could.
•—–· Over to the Miraculous gang ·–—•
Plagg is cackling like there's no tomorrow.
"Guys something must be wrong, Plagg won't stop cackling, he won't even touch the cheese I gave him!!!" - Adrien
"There's no time for that, we need to find out where the hell Maria is!!" - Chloé
"Hahahaha, Ti- heheh Tikk- pffhaaaaaaahaha!!!" - Plagg
"He's trying to form words!" Adrien cradling Plagg in his hands "What is it my friend? Don't do this, you're to young...*sniff * you're to beautiful!"
"Hehehehe Shhhh- hahaha, she- she- haha...heheh- I'm so p-hehe-Proud wahahaha " - Plagg
"Proud?! She?! Where?! Who, is it Maria?!" - Chloé
"Hhhhhhhhahhaaaaaaaaaa" - Plagg
"Oh God he's wheezing!" - Adrien
"Hey guys, Peter and I got the snacks, found out where Maria might- oh kwami." - Alix walking into the room to a zombie looking Chloé, a panicked Adrien and the Kwami of death/bad luck/chaos laughing himself to death.
"Has he finally lost it?" - Peter
"She has become a true cat! hahahahahaaaaa heheheheeeeeee." - Plagg
Everyone in the room but Plagg "Oh fu-"
•—–· Over to the Batfam ·–—•
So everyone is panicking because for the past hour none of them could find Multimouse. Robin is sitting on the couch next to a now fully awake Selina, Red Hood and Nightwing are once again feeding each other the worst possible situation she could be in, Tony may or may not be hyperventilating, Red Robin is drinking coffee, and Batman is as stoic as ever... well on the outside anyway, on the inside, it's a warzone. Ivy is drinking her tea, slightly worried, but also hiding a small smile.
"What if we ask Oracle to try and help us find her?" - Red Robin
"... Right... Yes, ok let's do that... Bats you do it, I need to sit down." - Tony
•—–· Back to the girls ·–—•
The girls moved everything to the Bat-cave so they could set the route they would take, then the Bat-Computer started ringing.
"Hide!" - Steph
"Where, dere's nuttin' tuh hide behind!" - Harley
"Quick under the Bat-Computer." - Barbara
As soon as Harley and Maria hid under the Bat-Computer, Batman and the rest of the Batfam was on video call.
"Hey guys, what do you need?" - Barbara acting like nothing happened
"We need you to search for Maria, she's in a dark gray suit with pink accents, and she's with Harley." - Batman
"Ok, no prob, I'll contact you when I've found something." - and with that Barbara exited the call.
"Should we start heading out?" - Maria
"Yup, and here are your ID badges, don't lose them. I'll give our Batfam fake sightings, and lead them far away, then once you reach W.E I'll slowly start leading them closer to you." - Barbara
"Thanks, keep in touch if they decide to split up." - Maria
"Roger that." - Steph said giving a solute
•—–·–—•
Soon Multimouse and Harley are running over roof tops again, doing tricks, and stopping petty crimes, Barbara is leading the Batfam all over Gotham, and then they got to W.E, after Maria transformed back, they entered the building. Thanks to Babs, they entered without any problems and had free roam for the entire building, with some exceptions like new weapons designs, or the roof. They were hiding in the building for about an hour on the 7th floor when Barbara called in.
"Hey girls, you might want to be careful, I spotted some of Scarecrows goons a few blocks away, they seem to be heading in your direction, I'd say about 6mins tops until they reach W.E. Best to find a good room to stay in, or get out of there." - Barbara
"Thanks fawh de heads up Babs." - Harley
"Ok, we'll try to get out, let us know if we should turn back or not." - Maria
"Got it, and be careful." - Barbara
Maria and Harley then made their way back down, they were taking the stairs, because they figured it would be quicker, once they were on the second floor, they started to calmly make their way through the doors of the stairwell. That's when Scarecrows goons busted in, shouting for everyone to get down, Harley made sure to stay as close to Maria as possible as the goons gathered everyone to a wall. They were told to not move, talk, or do anything to anger them, once everyone was up against the wall, that's when Scarecrow came in. As he entered the room some of the employees started to look very scared, when Maria looked over to Harley, she saw her mouth 'it's ok', afterwards the goons had them all tied up and on the floor sitting down. Scarecrow scanned them before speaking.
"One of you will be testing my newest and most potent fear toxin as of yet. We can do this one out of two ways." He said lifting up two of his needle syringed fingers. "1. You can be a hero, and let yourself be my newest test subject, aka the boring way or 2. I pick whoever I want, aka the slightly less boring way. Now, who wants to go first?"
•—–· Over to Batman ·–—•
The Batfam was running around the other side of Gotham, now without Tony, because someone ( ehem Thor, ehem) was making a giant mess at Avengers Tower, and was fighting Loki... again. It was when they decided to call Oracle that things took another turn.
"Oracle have you foun- " - Batman
"They're at W.E. and Scarecrows there, I can't get in contact with them, and I can't get into the cameras at the moment, I need you to get your butts over there now!" - Oracle
"Wait you were in contact with them?!" - Red Hood
"Not the time! Just get over there before someone gets hurt!" - Oracle
"We're on our way." - Batman
They all then kicked it into high gear and were running to W.E, and out of everyone, Damian seemed to be the most visibly panicked, if him running twice as fast as everyone was any indication. At the speed they were going, they would be there in 20mins or less... hopefully.
•—–· Back to Maria and Harley ·–—•
So while Scarecrow was giving his little speech, Maria whispered into a plant to let Ivy know their situation, she wasn't able to get an answer before she and Harley were pulled away from the crowd.
"And what do we have here? Harley Quinn and a child. How interesting, well then, which one of you would like to test my new fear toxin?" - Scarecrow
"Eh, do me, I bet I got a lot o' trauma and fears from my time wit' Mistuh J. dat yuh would just love tuh see." - Harley
"... As tempting as that sounds I think I'll test it on your little friend here, after all, I know better than to mess with one of the Sirens." - As Scarecrow said that, one of the goons dragged Maria over to him. She didn't panic, she was actually really calm, which worried Harley even more because, remember all that emotional trauma she saw Maria had? Yeah, not the best match for the fear toxin.
As Scarecrow grabbed Maria, she locked eyes with Harley, and gave a brief smile before she felt a sharp jabbing pain in the side of her neck. Her vision went hazy, and from Harleys' point of view, she went a little limp from it.
As Maria started to see again she could hear screams, car alarms going off, and explosion in the distance, when she looked up, she saw them, her friends, her team... her family, they were all there lying infront of her... none of them moving, all of them were lifeless, looking as though turned into a gray husk of what they once were, and beside them were all the Kwamis, and their respective Jewelery, broken and shattered. She felt the tears fall as she looked around. Paris, the once beautiful city of lights, was now a wasteland, everything had a gray tone to it, people, animals, everything that had life... was dead.
And then she heard laughing, a sick disturbing laugh that was all to familiar... Lila. When she turned and saw Vulpina, she felt sick just looking at her.
"You have failed Maria, everyone you knew and loved is gone, all because you weren't here." - Lila
All she felt in that moment... was pure anger, she began to struggle, but somthing was holding her. She kept hearing that stupid laugh, and kept struggling harder and harder.
"You were never good enough, you were meant to always be our everyday Ladybug, but you never were, you never cared for us, and that's why, they're all gone, because you weren't good enough." - Lila
The last four words kept playing over and over in her head, until something clicked, she wasn't in Paris, so how did she get there? The last place she was at... was with Harley, she was in the W.E. building, and had fear toxin injected into her. As she came to that realization, she could hear the laughing fade just a bit, she closed her eyes and focused on finding everyone's souls, when she did, she saw that Scarecrow was right infront of her, a goon next to Harley, and a goon behind her, the other goons had left and were on the first floor. She snapped back when she heard Lilas' voice again.
"You always were stubborn and never accepted the real truth, as class president aren't you supposed to just roll over and do as you're told." - Lila
Maria was done listening to her, and decided to kick Lila in the face (since someone didn't think to tie up her ankles.)
"Just go rott in hell already you lieing fox!" - Maria
Maria didn't get any answer, all she knew was that she hit whatever was really infront of her hard. Maria then heard Lilas' voice morph into a heavier, more distorted voice.
"That's a first, guess I'll have to increase the dosage." - Scarecrow
She then felt another jabbing pain in her neck, all she could do was scream from the pain, her head was spinning, and all she could hear was laughing, sickening laughter that came from both Lila, and now Hawkmoth. One thing Scarecrow didn't account for, was the deep hatred Maria held for both individuals he made her see. Because soon after he gave her more fear toxin she got her footing, pushing back into the goon behind her before using the goons' grib on her to do a half backflip into kicking the guys face in, quickly knocking the goon out, when she stood back up she only saw Hawkmoth, surrounded by her lifeless team and family, she only saw red, and charge right at him. She kept punching and roundhouse kicking him, giving one final charge, ramming into Hawkmoth before she felt weightless. She never heard the panicked scream Harley let out, she never heard the shouts that came from the Batfam just reaching the second floor, before she hit something... something rapped around her holding her from falling any further, causing her to start thrashing around thinking it was Hawkmoth, before seeing he was also grabbed by something. She struggled ignoring the slight pain that went through her harms and legs. She slowly calmed down as she felt her feet touch the ground again, she then saw another Hawkmoth that was now mixed with Lila hug her, she tried to break free, but realized that it wasn't Lila or Hawkmoth... It was calming, and her voice was gentle, it was Ivy. She only heard a few words, that's when she felt something blow on her face, and after a few seconds, she lost conscientiousness.
Harley came sprinting down and was by Ivys' side in less than a minute. Ivy could tell Harley was worried and joined her in hugging a now sleeping Maria.
"I'm sawhry Ives, It all just happened so fast, and she was so awesome at kickin' Cranes @ss, I din't get her out of dere quick enough." - Harley said as she looked Ivy in the eyes, with tears threatening to escape.
"It's alright Harley, none of this is your fault." - Ivy replied comfortingly to Harley
As the two hugged Maria Batman came over.
"We'll take it from here." - Batman
"Hell no. We ain't leavin' her side." - Harley
Batman just let out a sigh, after he dealt with Scarecrow and his goons, Batman, along with his sons, Ivy and Harley, all headed back to the Bat-cave where the other girls and Alfred were waiting.
If anyone noticed Robin looking over to Maria with a concerned look, they just ignored it, and continued their way back home.
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Chapter 6 complete! Hope you'll liked it, and are havin' a fantabulous day, stay safe and rock all those positive vibes. !BUG-OUT! 🐞💮🐞
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Forgive my messy and vaguely coherent thoughts BUT
I’ve been thinking thoughts bout the lake trio n possessed Volo.
So Azelf, Mesprit, and Uxie are the Pokémon of Willpower, Emotion, and Knowledge. They also possess the ability to calm Dialga or Palkia. So they are essentially in tune with whatever emotions all powerful legendary Pokémon feel.
So what if in the first round when Akari has to do those trials for the red chain that the lake trio can feel something is wrong. They can feel Giratina’s presence and how unnaturally close it is since Volo tags along. Volo can hear the faint arguement of Giratina in his mind towards the trio who try to console or calm them, even if the trio isn’t entirely sure of Giratina’s intentions at the time they know it isn't good. Volo leaves with a massive headache cause he is used to one voice besides his own in his head not 4.
By the time Akari makes a second round to capture the trio for that one plate, the lake trio has realized what is happening. They realize what Giratina is doing with Volo. By then it’s just a bit too late.
Bonus becuz I need fluff I can't make shit angsty sry: when we finally exorcise the Giratina from the boy, the lake trio take it upon themselves to help Akari care for Volo because they understand that this should have never happened, or at least been stopped beforehand. They are a trio to help keep balance With time and space and they almost allowed the world to be destroyed. And yeah he’s just a lil guy compared to them (in the sense they are legendaries and Volo is just a human) but they feel bad they let it brew for so long even if they wouldn’t have known and probably couldn’t do much once they found out. Mesprit helps him balance his emotions since they are still scrambled from Giratina’s influence. Helps him reconnect with his pokemon with the help of Akari (because there is definitely some strain there after that whole ordeal), Uxie enjoys sharing random knowledge with him that isn’t super related to Arceus or Giratina to keep his mind off of it for a lil bit while recovering (lol Uxie is just infodumping),and Azelf supplies the unconscious motive to keep going through the misfortunes. The willpower to beat Giratina 100% out of his body. Take back what belongs to you. Akari helps with all of it of course but the inclusion of the legenaries helps. It's definitely gonna cause a breakdown for Volo later because he doesn't get why they are all so. Nice. Maybe he's having a breakdown rn who knows he's got enough mental issues to have a lot of those.
lumioxys asked: More becuz the brain won't stop. At this point I'm running on crack with this idea because I just wanna bully Volo
maybe Uxie stays with Volo idk I think they would get along. Uxie likes listening to Volo talk about the legends, and Volo likes learning from Uxie about the world in general (nature, Pokemon, whatever). He tells himself it's because Uxie is a legendary that he must study it because if he gathers the other two he could be making connections here to overthrow God or smthn but like he's just denying that he genuinely enjoys Uxie’s company as a Pokemon companion and friend. Also because Uxie didn't really do anything to help him heal in relation to Giratina like mesprit and azelf did. They just hung out with Volo since the rest of the trio was there, sharing random bits that might interest them to direct there thoughts in the opposite direction of the subject of his pain. if Uxie gets annoyed or upset they just either teleport away or teleport Volo into the middle of nowhere. He’ll be fine. Probably. Makes fun of him in poke-language around his Pokemon and they laugh at him too. The whole “dont do it or I will get Akari” kind of deal. The kind of friend who is also a ball n chain because we can't leave him to his own devices. Akari is fine with it becuz it means she doesn't have to keep an eye on him 24/7. Some days Volo goes to her n is like “please get this thing away from me” it doesn’t work. Sometimes the entire trio visits specifically to annoy him and play pranks. They do it with a weird fondness of yeah that’s the human that Giratina fucked up a lil bit. He's a little insane but that's ok he's kinda working on it.
Possessed!Volo
Put in a setting similar to the one of the long fall from the gates of heaven to the depths of hell where Giratina's already occupies Volo's mind and talks to him, this could work nicely! It would also explain why Volo never came with Akari and whichever clan leader was with them when they went to gather the materials for the Red Chain - he could feel something off with the presence inside, it made Giratina's voice grow restless. And that's also why when it's time to get their plates, he didn't come to the lakes at all.
The three of them helping him recover is really cute... In the context of Giratina influencing his thoughts and actions from nearly the start, he's a lot more of a victim (it really depends on the context pff) and it's sweet of them to help him get himself together again, especially considering it's very needed. Him bonding with Uxie over knowledge is adorable, he really can use a friend! Yes, even if that friend is a pokemon. He'll take what he can get at this point.
#ask#answer#lumioxys#pokemon#possessed volo au#this is a bit different from my take on the au#which is how aus are meant to be - you can take them and make what you want out of them!#my take has giratina really only take over volo at the end#no prior influences#*pats his head* he did terrible things and That Was All Him for it's what i like about him#i sat one these asks for a while because i had to really absorb what they brought#and they're great thoughts!#a different take but a good one nonetheless#the comedy bits with uxie are especially funny#imagine having a legendary pokemon for a friend that essentially treats you like a fussy kitten and like it's your mother#except said pokemon is also the size of your hand
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