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that-sweet-jester · 2 years

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Just a bunch of bad guys

A little background below ⬇⬇⬇

HA I TRICKED YOU, it's not little, it's a lot!

Alright, this was just supposed to be an attempt at character design of my own after I read bunch of Superhero AUs, but I got carried away and created some lore :')

-WILBUR-

Full Name: Both him and Techno had been adopted by Philza at young age and took up his last name, but wanted to keep something of their own. Hence, both have their nicknames "Soot" and "Blade" (not last names, they don't know what they were).

Alias: I wanted to base all names of the Syndicate on Greek mythology, however I had hard time finding something for Wilbur. I came close to calling him Apollo, but most of the things attributed to this god, aside being the patron of music, just didn't align with what I had in mind for him. Thus, ta da, "very original" Siren. Even tho, it's not really a name name - "lured sailors to their death with a bewitching song" just fits too well.

Powers: Hypnotic voice was an obvious choice, but I wanted all of them to have two main abilities. Thus, after long search I stumbled upon enhanced hearing, and hear me out. Wilbur wears mask over his eyes (he can see through it) but it gives the illusion that one of his senses is gone, and what they say when one sense is taken away? Another one amplifies >:D And I just think that someone whose powers are based on sound would be more sensitive to it. It's not like he has super hearing for miles away, he can just hear well what someone is whispering like few meters away form him :p

OK THAT'S IT. I think that's the most I've ever written on this site. To anyone who've read the whole thing: ily <333 thank for reading my rambling and sorry for any grammatical errors, English is not my first language and I was too lazy to do a spell check.

-TECHNO-

Full name: Explained before. I'm sorry, but I just can't separate those names from them, there is no Techno without Blade.

Alias: Now I spent a lot of time on this one, bc I just couldn't settle on anything. First I thought about Ares, for being the patron of blood lust and warfare, but just, it didn't work that much for me, I just think there should be more meaning behind the name. Then I searched more, I stumbled on Polemos and some other I can't remember and finally settled on Perses.

PERSES was the Titan god of destruction. He was the father of Hekate, goddess of witchcraft, by the Titanis Asteria ("Starry One"). Perses' name means "the Destroyer" or "the Ravager" from the Greek words persô and perthô. Hesiod inexplicably describes him as "preeminent among all men in wisdom"

And I just think this one's perfect. God of destruction? nice. "The Ravager"? Techno loved mc ravagers and I just can't pass this coincidence. "Preeminent among all men in wisdom"? Man's crazy smart, also as I'll explain more in a moment, Techno knows things he shouldn't really know, and he's almost always ahead of everyone, so, check. Also, my fav goddess aside form Persephone is Hecate so, additional point.

Powers: Enhanced durability is pretty explanatory. Mans could be thrown through a building and only his hair would get messy, maybe a bruise here and there and a lot of complaining, but that's it. You need someone equally powerful to bring him down. NOW, hyper awarness, man oh man, so I NEEDED to include the voices somehow. And I never saw them as something negative in his case. Of course, during combat, they start to demand bloodshed and make him sometimes loose control or result in sensory overload. BUT most of all, thanks to them he knows things - names of people or locations he never seen before, where the punch is coming at him from, answers to weird questions, who stole his food, and why is it always Wilbur, etc etc. So, yeah I thought that writing it down as hyper awarness, might work.

Additional info: His eyes are always red, but his sclera changes color to black when he's out on a mission or fighting, basically when the voices become louder the eyes become more intense in color. As civilian he wears red glasses most of the time to somehow mask the real color.

-PHILZA-

Full Name: You have no idea how much I wanted to write him down as Philza Mine Craft.

Alias: So, I also struggled to find a name for him. I was battling between Thanatos or simply calling him The Angel of Death. But then I was struck and everything became clear. I love fanfics where Phil was a hero before he saw how bad the system is and decides to become the "bad guy" who's actually kinda good, but does bad things sometimes. So, why not use it. In my version, before he became a villain, he was known as Angel, the Hero Committee wasn't as fully developed, so the heros still could stay anonymous, that's why even now they don't know his real identity. After he left he decided to take up new alias and therefore Thanatos was born. Person with black wings associated with Death, also now has a scythe??? Fits perfectly. And that's how people from calling him Angel started calling him The Angel of Death.

Powers: He has the ability to hide his wings and manifest them whenever he wants. I thought about making them just permanent, but I think it's just cooler when suddenly you see a character spring out a pair of big wings out of their back out of nowhere for the shock effect. (no i wasn't just too lazy to draw them, what are you talking about)

Avian telephaty - I also just couldn't not include the Chat. Wherever you see a cloud of crows you know the Angel of Death is nearby. He can communicate with any bird that is a raven, crow or rook. They're his eyes and ears.

Now, I can't leave without giving some credit to the writers that inspired me:

The Oath of Hippocrates by Melatonin_High

tommyinnit's clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)

Welcome Home Theseus by SoulfirePhoenix

All of them are on Ao3 and are super cool, so give them a read <3

Also, I'm planning on drawing Vigilante Benchtrio but we'll see how much that'll take me xd

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lets-try-some-writing · 7 hours

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Conservationist au Speaker Soundwave gaining possibly in future new minicons? I think maybe owl and vulture because symbolism: Vultures are symbols of death, rebirth, purification, patience, protection, and new beginnings. Seeing a vulture is a sign to let go of the things that no longer serve you and embrace change. Vultures are considered a positive omen of new beginnings .Owl is the most rare spirit animal and creature. In the case you encounter an owl, the universe is giving you a sign. This animal represents wisdom, patience, solitude, deep connection, and intuitive knowledge.. (Unicron also i think could sense someone listening on them and would gift vulture minicon to Sounders as a gift and sign)

Just Soundwave settling in at first just to hunt down Megatron but later finding himself accepting his new charges and role.

Unicron: Do not spend yourself on mech who lost it all Don't waste your life on this husk that has none but forever will walk mortal coil. Focus on this chance Telepath for Fate rarely gives gifts i do so rarely too. Don't waste it

Earth: He means We see you and accept you

Moon: Live Speaker. Live and go teach next life

I like this idea, however I do not believe he would take on new minicons. At least, not permanently. Ravage, Laserbeak, Rumble, Frenzy, Buzzsaw, and the rest were special to him. I doubt he could ever fully move on from them. However, I can see him serving as a teacher to minicons who have yet to find a mech will to take them in. He would foster them and teach them all he knows until the time is right to send them off.

I imagine he generally tries to keep things professional in his fostering efforts, but he still manages to have a few favorites. If he likes the vulture and owl more than the rest, then that will follow him to his grave and remain forever unconfirmed. His work as a foster and teacher is merely his way of paying rent until he can find Megatron. That's it. Just because he turns up to social events and eagerly listens to the Titan when spoken to doesn't mean he is attached.

No he absolutely would not fight for his new home. He's a Decepticon through and through. If asked, he would totally flee and abandon those he cares for and the Titan who offered him sanctuary. At least, that is what he tells himself when he catches wind of Megatron on some far off world.

On paper, his quest to find Megatron and drag him kicking and screaming back into the role of Lord of the Decepticons has not and never will change. But as time passes, the fact that Soundwave leaves Moon less and less will not be lost on the populace. Given enough time, his search will only continue in name through Soundwave's regular search through the internet for any potential sightings of his former leader. However, if one were to actually look into Soundwave's mind, it is not hard to see where his loyalties truly lie. The fact that he got a frame change to account for his new lifestyle only confirms the unspoken shift in alliance.

Moon: You don't need to stay with me, honorary Speaker. I know you long for your leader.

Soundwave: Megatron - Will be found. Soundwave - Will continue search from new post.

Moon: Why? There is no reason for you to linger here. Cybertron is restored.

Soundwave: Titan - Is secure. Makes for good base of operations. Replacement for the Nemesis.

Moon: As you say, Telepath.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #alternate universe #unicron and earth au #u&e moon #soundwave

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dc-said-bi-robin-rights · 8 months

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The sound of wood slapping against wood pierces the air of the training room, the heavy thunk thunk thunk noise repeating itself every few seconds with the kind of precise timing that wouldn’t be amiss in a well-oiled grandfather clock.

“Take that!” Mia grins, swinging her wooden training staff down at her opponent’s head for the twelfth time, only to again find it blocked and deflected with almost condescending ease. She doesn’t let that deter her though—she pivots in place, readjusting mid swing and going for another strike. Thunk. Then again, thunk. And then a third time, thunk. Again and again she swings her staff, and yet not once does she even come close to landing the decisive hit she’s chasing.

“Focus,” Tim urges, interrupting her train of thought. He twirls his staff around his body for no before bringing it up to block her next strike. Thunk. Then again, thunk. “Don’t watch my arms… watch my eyes, my posture, my…”

Mia only barely held back a maddened growl, miraculously managing to keep the grin plastered on her face despite all her irritation. This was all… just too much. She was over-aware of the judging gazes of her unimpressed teammates on her back, silently evaluating whether she was even competent enough to do this, to be a Teen Titan. And they were right to, a voice in the back of Mia’s mind said. What would Ollie think, watching this? Would he think it was a mistake to let me be Speedy? Would he think it was a mistake to even…

A sudden voice thankfully interrupts that particular thought before it could reach its natural conclusion. “Mind if I get in on the action?”

Mia turns her head to see Ravager standing there with an unreadable expression on her face, a pair of bokken held against her shoulders. Mia instinctively opens her mouth to reply, but the words die in her throat; Ravager’s one-eyed gaze isn’t on her, but on Tim, who takes a second to think about it before shrugging. “Knock yourself out.”

Ravager nods, walking forward to stand in front of Mia. Wordlessly, she jerks her head at the door, and though Tim hesitates, he eventually concedes, exiting the room. The rest of the team follows after him and, before Mia can protest, lock the door behind them, purposefully leaving Mia alone in a locked room with the bloodthirsty daughter of Deathstroke for reasons she can’t fathom.

“Soooooo…” drawls Mia, who is not the least bit affected by this whole display, thank you very much. She crosses her hands behind her back and shifts back and forth nervously, wondering idly if the Titans could get away with disappearing her... wouldn’t people come looking if she went missing? Ollie certainly would… “Mind letting a girl know what all this about?”

Mia’s answer comes in the form of a bokken tossed at her face. Propelled only by instinct, she drops her staff and catches it just moments before Ravager’s own bokken comes swinging down at her. What follows next is as exhilirating as it is nerve-wrecking; Ravager’s sudden wild grin makes it clear she’s not even going to bother pretending she’s ‘teaching’ Mia anything, she just bears down on her, hard and fast, always intense, always there whenever she makes a mistake, and even though she senses Ravager is going as easy on her as Tim had—maybe easier—staving off a superior opponent was a lot more fun when they weren’t condescendingly talking your ear off while they came at you. Before long, Mia finds herself genuinely grinning back, breathless, as Ravager makes her attacks. They’re at it all morning, and by the time they stop, Mia’s mouth hurts from all the grinning. She turns, wanting to share this sudden good mood with her opponent, but the words die in her throat once she sees the other woman undoing her hand wraps on the other side of the room, her resting bitch face back in full force. Awkwardly, Mia turns back around and walks over to her locker, succeeding in dispossessing herself of all of her gear before Ravager speaks again. “You know it’s all in your head, right?”

“What do you mean?” Mia asks, turning her head to see Ravager not even looking up at her, her focus still on unwrapping her fists.

“That feeling you’re having right now, that people are judging you and wanting you to leave… it’s all in your head, Speedy.”

Mia puts a hand on her hip. “And how would you even know that?”

Ravager doesn’t reply, so Mia sighs and walks towards the door… which lets out a low hiss and slides open with her approach, revealing it wasn’t ever locked after all. Whoops.

A thought strikes her and she turns, frowning. “It’s Mia, by the way.”

“Hmm?”

“Mia. Dearden. My name. It’s Mia.”

Ravager looks up at that, a small smile curling her face. It’s very different from the demented grin she was wearing while they were fighting earlier, and it’s so cute it makes Mia’s cheeks turn slightly pink. “Rose. Wilson. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Mia did. Her cheeks go from pink to red anyway. “Nice to meet you, Rose.”

Rose’s smile stretches into a smirk, her one eye scanning her from top to bottom before flicking back up to her face. “Nice to meet you too, Mia.”

Something about the way Rose says her name has Mia’s blush deepening dramatically, but that only makes Rose smirk wider.

“You know, I could give you a tour if you want,” Rose says, a twinkle in her eye. “I could even show you my room.”

“Uh, I, um, I was actually here before you were,” Mia blurts out for some reason, instead of saying something like ‘Oh God please yes, I want you to put my head between your biceps and do that thing people do where they try to crack an egg between their biceps except the egg is my head and you’re cracking my head’, which would’ve been much more forward but also much more weird.

Rose raises an eyebrow, looking a bit put out. “Right.”

Cursing herself, Mia opens her mouth. I want you to tuck me in at night doesn’t come out, and neither does I want to watch tv with you while you’re using my face as a chair, so she settles for the safe, third option and goes. “We should do this again sometime.”

Rose shrugs, already turning away, her hand digging into her cleavage in search of her smokes. “If you want.”

For half a heartbeat, Mia wonders if it’d be weird to be jealous of a pack of cigarettes.

Mia knows that if she stops to wonder why she finds it so impossible to flirt with Rose despite so badly wanting to she’ll turn herself into a pretzel and still get no closer to the answer, so she does the only reasonable thing and gets started on trying to win her over with smooth, good old-fashioned charm and humor.

It… doesn’t go great.

STRIKE ONE

Mia is laying in bed, helplessly sick, but she still perks up at Rose when the ex-mercenary goes to the trouble of bringing down some hot soup for her on her way to the gym.

“Who died and made you nice?” she’d quipped once she’d caught sight of Rose. In retrospect, saying something like that two days after Eddie’s funeral should’ve gotten her a lot worse than just the soup thrown at her.

STRIKE TWO

“And… no you don’t!” Mia called out, letting go of the bowstring. The arrow flies towards the assassin trying to rush at a victorious Rose from behind while she’s panting over the unconscious bodies of what she probably thinks are the last few dozen LOA operatives and hits him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.

Rose turns around, seeming surprised, so Mia gives her a mock salute from where she’s hanging upside down from a tree branch. “Punching glove arrows. Non-lethal, still pretty annoying. You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She looks at the villain, panting. “About time they stopped coming… nice shot, by the way.”

“Thanks.” She loosens her legs and launches herself into the air, twisting in midair and landing on her feet with an acrobatic flourish, grinning her most charming smile. “Anything else I may help you with, miss Ravager?”

Rose points her sword above Mia’s head in what Mia can only guess is supposed to be some kind of salute. “Behind.”

Mia grins, coyly wrapping a finger around a stray hair in a way she thought made her look really stupid but which Roy assured her made her look cute. “What about it?”

“What, no—behind you, stupid!”

STRIKE THREE

Mia bites her lip as she forwards Rose the video of her doctor explaining how it was basically impossible for lesbian sex to spread H.I.V., especially if some kind of protection was used for things like fingering. She wouldn’t consider herself a super sexual person, despite what the incident with her mistaking what Dinah meant by ‘bringing protection’ on that one trip might imply, but she knows for a fact the same isn’t really true for Rose and she wants to reassure her that pursuing a romance with her won’t mean committing to abstinence or anything.

If she had said any of this, the video might have been better received. As it is, she watches the check turn into two checks, then go blue, starting at her screen for a good two minutes before a single ‘?’ is sent back. Mia quickly answers ‘sorry, wrong person’, deletes the video, and throws herself into bed, screaming into her pillow.

STRIKE FOUR

Mía thought she was being subtle when she yawned and stretched as soon as they were sat down in the diner, letting her arm fall across Rose’s shoulders. It was a move she’d seen in movies, and one that came with a glowing recommendation from Roy (“I’m telling you, it’s like she got pregnant with Lian right then and there,” he’d claimed. Mia had made a face. “Okay, first of all, gross—”). It should have worked.

It didn’t.

Rose’s one eye flickered to her mid-sentence, pinning her in place with the cold disgust in its icy depths. “What did I say about touching me?”

“I, um…” Mia said intelligently.

She pushed Mia’s arm off of her with a single finger like she was flicking a bug off her jacket before she went back to the conversation she’d been having like nothing had ever happened.

Dammit.

STRIKE FIVE

“Not bad,” Rose grins as she parries her training sword with her own and slashing horizontally across the air. “But can you keep up?”

“Sure I can, I wear big boy pants and everything,” Mia grins back, leaping over Rose’s strike and kicking her in the face as she flips back. Rose stumbles back, letting out a surprised grunt, and Mia is so caught up in the euphoria of finally getting a solid hit on Rose that she lunges forward and buries the still-sharp tip of her still-sharp wooden sword into Rose’s eyepatch, forgetting for a second that there was still kind of an eye under there right up until the moment Rose cries out and falls to her knees, her free hand flying up to clutch at her face. Mia goes still, taking a sharp breath—that was an unspeakably dirty shot, especially for a sparring match—and stepping forward, her hand outstretched, hesitating.

“Jeez, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” she trails off when Rose looks up at her through sweat-matted curtains of pearl-white hair, her one eye pulsing with rage. Mia swallowed and took a step back, but Rose rose after her, breathing angrily like some kind of insane werewolf. “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t—”

Rose’s sword comes down on her, blindingly fast, so fast Mia only barely gets her own sword up to block, but the sheer strength behind Rose’s furious cleave forces it down anyway, like a raging river crashing through a beaver dam, and by the time Mia stumbles back and blocks her next strike Rose’s free hand has curled into a fist and planted a haymaker right on her cheek. Everything instantly goes black.

STRIKE SIX

Soft. Mia was lying on something soft, and the light coming in through her eyelashes hurt. She groans softly and digs her head into the Soft Thing, hearing an exasperated sigh from someone above her.

“Oh get up, you big baby,” someone complains. “I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

Mia doesn’t listen, not until the Soft Thing recedes, being replaced by two broad and hard things the awake part of her brain recognizes as muscular arms. Mia’s eyes flutter open, and the first thing she notices is that her head had been lying on Rose’s lap a moment earlier.

The second thing is that there are two round, pleasing-looking things hanging down right in front of her, covered only by the thin fabric of Rose’s bodysuit. Mia doesn’t realize what she’s doing until she’s a good ten seconds into squeezing Rose’s breasts, at which point the fog in her brain clears and she is left staring at an incredulous-looking Rose as her eyes slowly narrow.

“Wait, I didn’t—”

Her head bounces off the floor this time, and it hurts a lot more than when it hit the mats. Rose probably did that on purpose, Mia reflects as the cold grip of unconsciousness seizes her conscience once again.

STRIKE SEVEN

“I'm telling you, girls like Rose have to be seduced," Roy insists for the twelfth time, his voice droning on in her ear as she walks down the street, having been kicked out of Titans Tower to think about what she did after the incident in the training roll. "You're wasting your time if you make her think you don't care about this, about her... look, just make her laugh. Smile at her. Talk dirty, I don't know. Why did you call me of all people for this again?"

"Pfft, who else was I gonna call, Ollie? Connor?"

"Fair point," Roy concedes, sighing. "Look, just try to win her over, okay? That's my advice. Maybe… maybe get her flowers?”

“Flowers?”

“Sure,” Roy says, and if his voice breaks slightly, Mia chalks it up to the spotty signal. “Rose loves flowers. Didn’t she tell you that?”

“She, uh, didn’t,” Mia coughs, too embarrassed to admit Rose probably think she’s a clown/weirdo by now. “That… doesn’t really sound like her, to be honest.”

"Well, it is." It's a good thing the connection times out for a few seconds, otherwise Mia would've heard Roy let out a helpless snicker. "She loves flowers. Specially roses. Even better if they’re white ones.”

Mia bit her lip. “You’re messing with me.”

“Am not, honest. They remind her of home.”

“They… what?”

“Yeah.” Roy’s voice breaks again. The signal must really be bad… she should recharge her data whenever she gets the chance. “Don’t you know? White roses only grow in Cambodia.”

Mia scoffs. “Like I’d believe that.”

“I’m serious, look it up. The ones we have nowadays in the States are either imported seeds or just really light grays.”

“That’s…”

“I swear, Mia, on my daughter’s life. You don’t think I’d really lie to you on my daughter’s life, would you?”

“Well… no, but…”

“Look, just do what I tell you to do and you’ll have Rose swooning in no time, got it?”

The image of Rose swooning wasn’t an unappealing one... and she did have some free cash…

STRIKE EIGHT

“I’m sorry,” she says as soon as the peephole opens, holding up the flower the strangely exasperated street vendor had sold to her after she’d spent a good half hour demanding a ‘real’ white rose. “I really am. But look—I got this for you, Rose.”

There was a very long silence.

“It’s a white rose,” Mia continued, a little desperately. “Roy said…”

“Mia, I’m Cassie. You’ve got the wrong room.”

“… Oh.” Wait, she could still salvage this. “Well… I don’t suppose you like flowers?”

“Not really,” Cassie says, sounding amused. “Sorry.”

“…That’s fine.”

STRIKE EIGHT

There was a long pause.

“I hate flowers,” Rose says after a moment.

“…Oh.” Mia feels like the dumbest person alive. That rat bastard Roy…

There was another long pause where they just… stared at each other.

“Oh, fuck it,” Rose mutters, before seizing Mia by the back of the neck and pulling her in.

“Mmmhp!” Mia only has time to let out a single muffled cry of surprise before her base instincts take over and she closes her eyes, letting Rose push her against the doorframe and moaning contentedly.

Guess I did get it right eventually.

Now, where’s that fucking kid…

#rose wilson #ravager #dc #dc comics #mia dearden #speedy #light crack #crack #crack fic #speedy dc #written drunk at like 3 am #cassie sandsmark #wonder girl #teen titans #teen titans volume 3 #ttvol3

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ultravioart · 1 year

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@harryharson #really unclear on the Aurora timeline though #from Stone by Stone I figured her sacrifice had occurred before the crisis #since she was free to wander the world and not treated with suspicion or fear #and then her gift of sentience caused the Omnic war #cause only then Omnics were free to make choices like annihilate humanity #haven't read the Sojourn novel and I can't tell from the wiki #this is just the only thing that makes sense to me See, I was thinking that too initially? But the nameless omnic in Ramattra's short story says: "Your Model bossed us around during the Crisis. Sent us to die before we even had a thought in our heads."

It seems to imply omnics were not sentient yet during the crisis?

This line quoted is referring to how R-0007s, aka Ravagers, aka Ramattra's model type, where used to lead omnics into war. With context on how Namelss is a customized omnic made to be a companion for children, I am guessing this also refers to omnics made before Omnica corp/Omniums were initially shut down, too. I am guessing the nameless omnic was not produced by Anubis during the Omnic crisis, but who knows--maybe Anubis made sleeper agents that targeted human sectors of life.

Even that aside, with how everything went down, and with portrayals like how Bastion is conflicted with Red-Anubis-Programming vs Blue-Aurora-Sentience, it seems that omnic sentience came after the omnic crisis? There is definitely "base programming" that sentient omnics can fight against. Think of the base programming as instinct. Especially for the Anubis created drones that later gained sentience: Bastion, Ramattra. Bastion fought against it and chose peace. Ramattra seems to be defaulting to it and is choosing violence. Also, Anubis is not an omnic, from what I can tell? I may be wrong but I think it's just a very advanced ai, dubbed "god ai" because of the overwhelming reach Anubis is capable of. The reason Athena is an omnic is because her prototype/creation was directly created by Mina Liao. Anubis seemingly doesn't have a creator listed by name from what i could find... maybe Anubis was a runaway ai? During the Omnic crisis Anubis also co-opted non-omnic tech like the Titan crawlers--so the Anubis god ai is capable of incorporating all kinds of tech regardless of brand, not just omnic brand, so it seems that Anubis may very well not be connected to The Awakening. Or... maybe it is? (If anyone has hard canon placements of events do tell!) imo tho, it seems to make more sense that the Omnic crisis happened first, and my guess by reading between the lines is that Aurora sacrificed herself in hopes of giving Omnics sentience to wake them up out of the Anubis-controlled state. This gives the fact that she didn't know if it would work more of an explanation and weight--if it was pre-crisis it seems a little less motivated for her to sacrifice herself? The way sentient omnics describe their pre-sentience seems to be them running on vague memories before they had personal thoughts, like a dream Zenyatta seems to describe it as. Circling back now, the nameless omnic says that line about Ramattra, upset that Ravagers sent omnics to die even though neither party had control over their actions (thanks to Anubis). The nameless omnic had a big concern about Ram's motivations of controlling others. Control seems to be base programming for R-7000s. "I chose it to honor the first of my kind, and chose it to remember my mistakes," is what Ramattra answered in response to Namless asking what his name means. Note that Ramattra is not only a name that possibly has ties to the Sanskrit name Raamatr (dark defender) like the wiki said, but also RAM vs ROM. RAM is the data that can be read, edited, deleted. ROM is permanent data that can only be read. ROM is the base Anubis coding. RAM is what builds a unique personality in a robot, as seen in Aurora (learning about the world) and Orisa (how her personality grew from her experiences). I haven't read the Sojourn book either, or any Overwatch long book, so there may have been details there that distinctly say when Aurora sacrificed herself. (If anyone knows, please do tell! I am not comfortable supporting Blizzard financially, so I won't be buying the books.) From lore I have been able to peruse, Aurora's creation was extremely controversial, bans were put into place on further ai, and it seems Aurora's travels were not inherently welcomed by the world, only so in smaller or isolated religious communities, where Auora visited to find purpose.

#harryharson #overwatch 2 #omnics #overwatch #ow2 #ow #text #long text #reply #Aurora #if you want me to untag you just ask and I will!

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crystalartsandanimation · 3 years

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Animator vs. Animation Franchise Hug Collection - Part 2 (*Comes with Personal Headcanon about Hugs for Four Characters*)

♥ Would you like to check out the first part? Then click here! ♥

♥ Would you like to check out the third part? Then click here! ♥

"There's something in a simple hug that always warms the heart. It welcomes us back home and makes it easier to part." -Johnny Ray Ryder, Jr.

Here are some more hug screenshots I've gathered.

Also, while I was creating this post, I've begun to think of a personal headcanon on how King Orange, The Dark Lord, The Chosen One, and Victim would react if they got a hug, because we've never actually seen them receive one.

(Now, keep in mind that I don't usually come up with theories, headcanons, etc.; I just enjoy reading them, and this is my first time sharing one of these topics with a fandom in general, so please bear with me.)

King Orange, or King (or, as you people like to call him, Mango Tango, or MT for short): There are a couple of possibilities. He's definitely feared in the Nether, while at the same time, he's beloved in the Titan Ravager village, though it's mostly because the villagers are currently unaware of his true nature. If I had to take a stab at it, I would headcanon that anyone who knows King Orange's actual personality and / or serves him wouldn't attempt at, let alone even dare, to give him a hug. Of course, bows would be the appropriate gesture. Regarding his reaction, if the interaction was based on him continuing his facade of a good publicity to others who meet him or don't know him enough, he would appreciate the gesture. If the interaction was based on those who are aware of his real image and / or serves him, he would harshly push the hugger off and warn them never to do it again, or else he'll harm them.

The Dark Lord: A little similar to King's reaction regarding one of the options, he wouldn't like someone hugging him, but this stems from a different reason. Considering that he was abandoned by noogai, even when he was at the mercy of the Chosen One, and that the Chosen One, his enemy-turned-only friend-turned-enemy again, was at opposition with him about his plans to destroy the internet, saving noogai from the ViraBot and working with him to defeat him, any genuinely nice gestures he's given, Dark will initially start to accept, but then quickly push them away in fears that he'll be betrayed again. If ever Dark's given a redemption arc (and if he's still alive, even after the Second Coming's final attack on him, which I would like to believe so), it's going to take a long while for him to regain some sense of trust and realize that there are people who would actually care for him (I think Chosen still does, despite all that's happened in Animator vs. Animation V). However, with the right people, it could be possible for him to attain this goal... hopefully...

I thought this quote might be a little fitting for him:

"How you gonna forget with me around? I'm the source of all your problems! Don't pretend you want me here. What's your plan for me, huh? You gonna put me somewhere? You gonna leave me alone?!" -Spinel, Steven Universe: The Movie

The Chosen One: Chosen... hmm... assuming that he's working at bettering himself since the events of Animator vs. Animation V, I think he would just have a neutral reaction for the time being if he received a hug: no pushing away or harming others, no expressions of happiness or gratitude, just... yeah... plain reactions. Maybe he'll respond with something like, "Okay, thanks for the gesture," in a neutral tone.

Victim: And last, but definitely not least, Victim, our beloved. I really enjoyed seeing a few posts about him, a couple of thoughts about how he's still alive in a void after being deleted in Animator vs. Animation I, about him trying to find some way to return to the computer world, about his attempts to interact with the other living stick figures...

(Side note: seeing these posts made me want to attribute this song to Victim.)

Ohhh, he absolutely deserves all the love and friendship in the world. There is no doubt from me saying that he would always appreciate a hug from anyone.

So, if you had a chance, which of the four characters would you like to give a hug to?

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sepublic · 2 years

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oh snap, I was waiting to see your thoughts on the new TOH titles! 👀 Hollow Mind was the title that felt the most cryptic to me, but you're right, it does give off possession vibes... though my first, kind of vague thought, was that maybe this is the episode where Luz finally visits the Titan's skull? maybe even enters its hollowed-out brain cavity to communicate with it better? maybe it's a stretch, but I'm hopeful to see Luz communicate with the Titan somehow, and finally reveal some juicy details about its relation with Belos

Okay firstly; WOW that means a lot to hear from you, I really appreciate it!

Secondly, that’s a really good idea; Hollow Mind for a hollow head! The Titan’s mind is hollowed out... We’d probably see Dell then, since it was mentioned he was visiting the skull after all! So we’d probably get lore on the Wittebane brothers, and how Hunter’s ortet is Dell’s ancestor; Making Eda and Lilith part of the Wittebane lineage!

THIS would be an earth-shattering revelation, especially if Philip is Belos comes before or at the same time! And yeah, I’m itching to see what the Titan itself has to say on Belos, if anything; What is their actual relationship? Is it all bogus? Why the Titan, does Belos actually believe he was chosen and/or is it a handy excuse? Will we get more Titan lore, such as the Collector, and the other a Titan fragments; Leading us into the next episode, Edge of the World where we explore the seas for their pieces! Including the one from the Owl Beast’s flashback... If it DID come from a third realm entirely, this might be where its home and the Demon Realm intersect, hence the title!

So we could learn where the Titans came from and why only one is intact, their relationship with magic, the in-between, etc... Maybe Titans travel to other worlds and when they die, they bring magic to this world? Just another long cycle, and Belos is seeking to hurry it up by depositing the Boiling Isles Titan into the human world, rather than wait for a new Titan to grow and die there! Which could get into the theory that King’s species are Titans or related to them... If there’s inter species variation, it’d help explain any discrepancies!

That gets to the idea of King and his father as sources of blood, fixing some issues but also making them targets... Plus lore on King’s dad and the Portal and how he presumably helped Philip create it, and then was besieged by Belos in a failed attempt to make another one and/or bury the evidence. If King’s species travel across realms as nomads, it’d explain their knowledge of portals and tie into the idea of a Titan life cycle; Maybe one member of that species is uplifted via magic to become a Titan and in their sacrifice, grant magic? Either way Belos is trying to rush and control nature, which makes sense given where he came from and what he stands for.

And if we’re exploring Titan biology, perhaps Luz is looking to communicate with the Titan, so we finally get that speculation of her becoming a true speaker for it, not Belos! Maybe the Titan teaches her stuff about Belos and his magic, lets her connect to its nervous system to be one with the isles and find any kissing blood deposits. Help Luz get a feel for the ravages left by Belos and the history of the isles and its species that led to his rise, and maybe learn what’s up with that castle and the heart in its chest... Maybe a reveal that Belos is trying to resurrect the Titan under his control? And he’s hollowed out the skull and replaced it with some sort of automaton or something, to replace its mind with his own??? Could this be where Grimwalker Hunter comes into play; A subservient mind to become the Titan’s or, to host its reborn intellect? Gives new meaning to Hollow Mind beyond the literal one...!

#the owl house #ask #reply #speculation #the owl house belos #emperor belos #the owl house philip #Philip wittebane #king clawthorne #boiling isles Titan

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hello love! can i request erwin x fem reader smut where they're quite the opposite, and after a mission they're tired and just fuck (maybe in the woods or something) because they're so stressed but also because they've been wanting to do it long before? like everyone feels the tension between them except they don't wanted to admit it? thanks! i love your blog. 🥺✨

Hey babes, of course! Thanks for sending this one in, I love writing for Levi but I need to switch it up sometimes lol.

Warnings: lowkey hatefucking, intercourse obvi, fucking in da woods, wrap it before u tap it!, unprotected sex.

Summary: Erwin is selfish, but it’s okay because you are too.

Word Count: 2.4K

Your breathing was uneven as you hunched over, chest rising erratically. Your blades were dull and gas was running low, you tapped on the cans ruefully, the dull din signaling how empty the canisters truly were. You were just starting to regain your senses when the sound of hoofbeats startled you. Hange tugged the reins of her horse, the beast turned its head and bared its teeth when she pulled so harshly on the bit.

“Excellent work! That was a clean cut.” Hange complimented as she smiled wryly down at you. You nodded and lifted your fingers to your lips and whistled for your own mount.

“Thanks, it was a big one too. I’ll have to find the supply wagons though, gas is almost gone.” You said as you tossed the dulled blades off to the side and slide the handles of the gear back into the scabbards.

“Ah you’ll have to work on that.” Hange said, her head swiveling to keep watch while you waited for your horse to return. A few moments passed before the sound of your horse trampling through the foliage alerted of its return. You caught it by the reins and threw yourself onto its back.

“Let’s return to the formation then.” Hange said, once again roughly jerking her horse into the right direction, you close on her heels. The two of you rode through the trees at break neck speed, trying to make up for lost time. You finally managed to make out the sight of Erwin and Levi, their own steeds galloping back in the direction of the wall.

“What’s going on!? I haven’t caught my titan yet!” Hange wailed when you reunited with the other pair.

“Too many casualties.” Levi quipped, expression sour and hands bloodied. You rolled your eyes and clutched the reins harder.

“We just need a few more minutes, let’s not call it off yet.” You insisted and Hange exclaimed excitedly at the shared sentiment.

“Won’t be possible, we can’t risk loosing more lives. There’s been enough bloodshed for one day.” Erwin’s voice was tense and his blue eyes were icy as he shot you and Hange down.

“I don’t see why it matters, if we already have lost most of our men...why not push onwards?” You weren’t sure if you really felt that way, or if you were looking for a fight. You were well aware of how Levi felt about losing his men, and how little Erwin truly cared about loosing lives. You knew that was what separated the two of them, Erwin only cared for his own selfish goals, although he hid it well. Levi on the other hand truly cared for the soldiers, and wanted victory for humanity.

“Shut your filthy fucking mouth.” Levi hissed, gunmetal eyes dark and jaw tense as he bit back his words, waiting for Erwin to tell you off.

“We simply don’t have the means at this time.” Erwin said simply, eyes trained forward. You glowered at him, you couldn’t deny that you held some malice towards him, for his seeming lack of empathy towards his men. But could you blame him? You had joined the scouts for your own selfish desires as well, he just had the power to ensure that his desires were acted upon.

“Very well.” You growled, leaning into your horse’s neck as the four of you picked up the pace. Erwin lifted a flare gun and fired the signal into the air for retreat.

The march into the gates and through Shiganshina was brutal as always. The citizens murmured of their wasted tax dollars and the waste of human life. You silently agreed with them, glaring at the back of Erwin’s perfect blonde head. You wanted nothing more than to scream at him, maybe even slap him, then you’d fuck- wait no. Not that last part, you shook your head in an attempt to rid the vulgar thoughts from your mind.

The castle was notably vacant when you arrived. Having lost so many men, the grounds were less busy than usual. You wandered around, having already put your horse away and assisted with the unloading of the excess supplies. You were grateful for the summer breeze, the last rays of light poking through the trees. You wandered off towards the thicket of trees that rested between the castle and the mountain range beyond.

The sounds of the forest seeped into your bones and reminded you of your home, your family, why you had originally agreed to this regiment. You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you almost didn’t hear the twig snapping off to your right. You whipped your head towards the noise, catching the flash of blonde hair and a stark white dress shirt.

“Following me?” You growled, turning to face him fully, Erwin’s cold blue eyes shone in the dim light.

“To an extent.” He shrugged nonchalantly and you bristled at the admission.

“Come to ravage me?” You pushed, wanting a reaction from the usually stoic man.

“Not exactly.”

“Then what? You men are simple creatures after all, only so many motives behind your dull eyes.” You bit, unable to keep the frustrations from your tone. Erwin’s thick brows pinched together at your words.

“I came to tell you that....I want you to be a squad leader.” Erwin’s jaw ticked as he waited for your response. You let out a scoff of disbelief, eyes shining with mirth.

“Why? Because I showed a fraction of the coldness that you display?” You hissed, marching across the small amount of space between you and attempted to get in his face. Although it was difficult seeing as how tall he stood.

“Precisely.” Erwin’s voice was a bit airy, eyes now seeming to shine with something besides the cunning that usually resided in them. You narrowed your own eyes and let loose a growl fisting the front of his shirt as you considered your options.

If you accepted the position, you would be no better than him. But then again were you really any better in the first place?

“I’ll do it.” You released him and took a step back, determination gleaming in your eyes.

“I knew that you would.” He smirked, lips curling into an annoying grin, making your stomach flip.

“Could this not have waited until morning?” You asked, eyes drifting to the last glimmers of sunlight that spotted the forest floor.

“I suppose it could have...but I wanted to see you before then.” You wrinkled your nose in disgust, earlier suspicions proving true.

“Oh really?” You huffed with a dramatic roll of your eyes. Erwin’s expression darkened, and he took. a step forward, invading your space. You stood as tall as you possibly could, not wanting to let on how nervous you really felt in his suffocating presence.

“I wanted to ask you...why you are so bent on challenging my authority.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement, putting you on the ropes. You glowered at him, his chest bumping yours, prompting you to take a few healthy steps back. Which you did, until your back met the rough bark of an oak tree.

“Why should I listen to someone who holds no regard to human life?” You snarled in response, but it felt more like a yelp, your heartbeat picked up as his hand gripped the tree, trapping you between his towering figure and the large tree.

“I can’t help but wonder if it could have something to do with the way you stare at me….” His breath tickled your face as he craned his head down, your cheeks lit up as you blushed.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You denied, although it was true, you had developed a bad habit of seeking out his form in the dining hall. Watching him too closely during meetings. He was attractive, that was an undeniable fact, but the resentment that you held for him had always prevented you from seeking out anything more than the professional relationship that had been established.

“I know you do, I’ll only offer this once and never again. I’ve had this on my mind for a while now, if you aren’t interested then we can pretend that this never happened.” He paused, gauging your reaction as you looked up at him in shock.

“I want to fuck you. Right here.” He pointed his finger towards the ground and his eyes flashed with an animosity you’d never seen before.

“H-Here?” You stammered, unsure of what to think, but the ache between your thighs was quickly overcoming your senses.

“Yes.” His other hand slid up your side and rested over the strap of your gear over your breasts.

“What will it be then squad leader?” He hummed as he toyed with the buckle. You swallowed thickly but managed to nod curtly, not wanting to verbally admit your attraction to your commander.

“Use your words.” He ordered, tugging harshly on the strap, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasped, head tilting up to meet his cold gaze.

“I….want you to fuck me commander.” You grew more confident with each word, and you could see the pleased smirk curling over Erwin’s features.

“Glad we finally agree on something.” He huffed, fingers easily unbuckling the strap and then deftly unbuttoning your blouse. As he did so he walked you back against the tree, he left your shirt on, instead favoring unbuttoning your trousers. You gripped his jacket as he slid his hand down to cup your pussy. He chuckled at how wet you were, his large fingers gathering your slickness before slipping into you. You let out another gasp and pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, he withdrew from you to help you undress him as well. You only got to undo his pants before he pressed his lips to yours, tongue pushing past your lips.

He leaned down and scooped you up, hands supporting the backs of your thighs as he used the tree to keep you steady. Your head hit the tree roughly as he continued to attack your mouth, you could do nothing but open your mouth to meet his lips. He slid one of his hands up and gripped the waistband of your pants, pulling them just below your knees, it was a bit of a struggle due to the position he had you in. But you got there eventually. The air felt cool against your exposed sex, and you found yourself blushing crimson as he pressed you harder into the tree so that he could free his cock. You bit your lip in anticipation as he finally managed to pull himself free of his pants.

He pulled away from your lips, eyes lidded and clearly focused on lining himself up to your entrance. You hissed when the head of his cock slid effortlessly along the length of your pussy. Finally he pressed the tip inside of you, pausing as he shifted to grip both of your thighs and gain better leverage.

“Erwin please.” You whimpered, rocking your hips in an attempt to get him to fully sheath himself.

“Beg for it.” He hissed, breath hot against the shell of your ear before his tongue darted out and licked a stripe up the side of your neck.

“I-I need you so bad, please I need you to fuck me.” Your hands clawed at his shoulders as you used your core to keep yourself upright and legs spread for him.

“Good girl.” He growled, finally snapping his hips and sheathing himself in one thrust. You groaned at the fullness, walls stretching to accommodate his size. His own breathing seemed to grow more erratic as he began to rock his hips back and forth. Your back burned from the friction of rubbing against the tree behind you. There was no doubt about you having some kind of scratch in the morning.

You threw your head back against the trunk of the tree as he picked up the speed, hands roaming up from your thighs to your ass, you clenched your legs to wrap around his waist. Your muscles burned but the coil that was building in your stomach kept you motivated, wanting nothing more than to cum over his cock.

He grunted as you twitched around him, his hips somehow seemed to gain more speed, nose burying between the space between your neck and shoulder. You felt him leave a wet kiss there before sucking harshly on the skin. You tilted your head in the opposite direction, giving him more room as he lapped his tongue along the newly exposed skin.

“E-Erwin I think that-”

“Wait.” He snarled against your throat, biting it a bit roughly, you moaned wantonly at the action and dug your heels into the small of his back. His cock stroked along the rigid spot inside of you and you nearly screamed, barely containing your orgasm as he had asked you to. He struck that spot relentlessly, hips meeting yours harshly as he pounded into you.

“Just like that.” He groaned as he pushed you flat against the tree, using all of his strength to keep you there as he drove into you.

“Please Erwin let me cum.” You sobbed as he bit your collarbone, his dick twitched inside of you at your plea, he pulled back, icy eyes locked on your wrecked face as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Only since you’ve been such a good girl.” He growled, and reached down between your legs, you tightened your grip on his shoulders to make up for the lost support as he pressed his calloused finger to your throbbing clit and rubbed tight circles. Your legs twitched as you felt the coil snap and your cunt clamped down around his dick. He hissed at the sudden tightness and groaned as he came as well. You felt the warmth trickle out of you as he pulled away. He held you up as you shook, coming down from the high he had given you.

“See what we can do when we work together?” He chuckled darkly, hand toying with your bra as you clung to his neck.

“Keep dreaming eyebrows.” You huffed, pulling away from him and shakily pulling your pants up. He tucked himself back into his pants and picked up his jacket from the forest floor.

“See me in my office tomorrow and we will discuss your promotion.” He called after you as you marched back towards HQ, cheeks burning from the interaction you’d just had with your commander. You threw your hand up dismissively, trying to ignore the dark chuckle he let out when he saw how flustered you were.

Maybe he wasn’t all that bad after all….

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corner-stories · 2 years

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mustaches and snow

Mia Dearden. Rose Wilson.

Patbingsu. First Dates. Bad Disguises.

1783 words.

(ao3.)

The shaved ice shop is Korean-owned and situated in the midst of Chinatown. It serves everything from the main dish to espresso drinks and boba. At this point of the day it’s moderately crowded — city dwellers young and old sit in peace as countless bowls of icy sweet goodness are enjoyed around the room.

Mia and Rose find a place for themselves in a little booth in the corner. Over a pile of snow and sweet milk and tropical fruit, the two talk about anything and everything — the Joy Division song that lives rent free in Rose’s head, the shitty teen drama Mia watches because she hates herself, and the statistical probability of Titan-on-Titan dating ending in disaster.

Surprisingly, the last subject garners nothing but chuckles from the two. At this point they’re used to the soap-opera-esque dynamics of the team, so much so that any strangeness felt through their date wears off with time.

Frankly, the Titans have faced stranger things than an Archer and a Pirate walking into a shaved ice shop.

It’s also nice to see Rose being herself, not the Daughter of Deathstroke or even Ravager. As to be expected she snarks at everything, but the little pauses between touches or shared glances makes Mia’s heart beat faster for a reason she can’t fathom.

At this point their relationship is still new. Neither of them are entirely sure what they want from it yet. Somehow, the feeling of Rose’s hand in Mia’s is all they’ll need right now. The kisses between spoons of patbingsu are nice too.

But nothing lasts forever.

Half an hour into the shaved ice stop and Mia notices something across the cafe. With a grumble, the blonde sucks in a breath and sinks slightly lower into the booth.

Rose raises an eyebrow. “What? Something going on?”

“Two o’clock,” Mia murmurs, pulling her hoodie over her head. She tries to subtly gesture to the other side of the shop “You recognize those clowns?”

Rose glances over and scans the seating area for anything unusual. Amongst the various customers, she spots a peculiar pair sitting at a table. The menus they hold over their faces aren’t obscuring much. One of them has a beanie covering his blonde curls and the other sports a rather atrocious fake mustache with his mop of red hair.

Like Mia, Rose begins to look cross. But unlike Mia, the feeling surging through Rose is less akin to annoyance and more akin to unbridled rage.

Therefore, it makes quite a lot of sense that Rose’s next plan of action is to exclaim —

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?!”

A few shop patrons glance over in confusion.

Before Mia can stop her, Rose gets out of the booth and storms through the sea of rather confused customers. Mia stands up and trails behind her beau. Never in her life did she think she would witness Rose Wilson getting mad at her own brother. The customers at this little shaved ice shop are about to witness a historical event.

When Rose arrives at the table she is greeted by a smile from Roy and a sheepish glare from Joey.

“Top of the mornin’ to ya, lass!” greets Roy in an attempt at some kind of accent. “How are ya this afternoon?”

“Just peachy, Borat,” replies Rose, glaring. She looks at her brother — who seems to be avoiding her gaze — and immediately grabs his wrist. “Hey, Joe, can we talk?”

Not giving him time for a response, Rose pulls her brother onto his feet. The Wilson siblings awkwardly shuffle out of the shop and out the door. Through the window Roy and Mia watch as the two barely wait before starting to sign at one another. Mia’s grasp on ASL is painfully amateur, but judging by the body language and the way Rose mouths the words it’s fair to say that the conversation opens with —

“What the fuck, Joseph?”

Mia chooses to handle her brother with a bit more civility, although she’s very tempted to reach over and rip that horrible red caterpillar off Roy’s upper lip (then maybe set it on fire). She sits at the table and glares at him with a kind of tranquil fury burning in her eyes.

“Please tell me that someone put you up to this,” she starts. Her voice is low and her hand is balled into a fist.

Fortunately, Roy drops the accent when he replies. “Wait, wait, I just wanna say that it’s totally cool that you and Rose are… y’know.”

Mia sucks in a breath and balls her fist even tighter. “Yeah, thanks.”

“You never told us you were into girls.”

“I didn’t feel like I had to,” Mia affirms. She’s anticipated this conversation for a while, but in no way does the subject faze her. She points an accusatory finger at Roy. “Now answer the question, Dr. Phil — who put you up to this? Was it Ollie? Connor? Lian?!?!”

Roy lets out a chuckle. “Okay, since you probably won’t let me leave until I answer…” he starts. He glances around the shop, then leans forward to whisper in his sister’s ear. “... it was Dinah.”

Mia blinks, then for exactly four seconds she contemplates what she just heard. “What? Why would she… Why?! And why did you bring Joey along?!”

The pair of archers ignore the awkward stares from confused customers just trying to enjoy their shaved ice.

“Well, first of all — Joey had nothing better to do,” Roy quickly explains. “And second of all — remember the wedding? Joey and Rose’s old man crashed the whole thing?”

“Yeah, but that was her dad, not her,” Mia protests, gesturing wildly with her hands. “You out of all people would know she’s not like that! For god’s sake, she used to babysit Lian!”

“Hey, I told that to Dinah and she gets it,” Roy explains. “It’s not Rose she’s worried about, it’s her old man. You know how not ruining his children’s lives is difficult for him.” He sucks in a breath and his jovial attitude begins to fade. “Honestly, I think she just wants to make sure you don’t get wrapped up in any of his bullshit. She’s okay with you guys dating, but she’s also worried.”

For a few seconds Mia thinks. She soon finds that the most frustrating part of this whole predicament is that Roy is kind of right. The problem isn’t Rose — it’s Slade, it’s always been.

With a sigh, Mia puts her open palm against her face. She doesn’t need to contemplate things for too long. Even in these trying times, Slade Wilson will always find a reason to bother people half his age. Even more so if they happened to be biologically related to him. The fact that he hasn’t burst through the window and combat rolled into the shop is a miracle in itself.

“Okay, I get it,” Mia says begrudgingly. When she looks at her brother there is a plea shimmering in her eyes. “Could you just… let me and Rose figure things out before you get all Oracle-y stalker-y on us? Please? Because I don’t even know what we are yet and I don’t want anyone’s paranoia to fuck that up.”

Roy grins in agreement. “That we can do. I’ll be sure to tell Dinah.”

Mia is thankful that there’s no protest. Even if Dinah doesn’t let up then she’ll just pay her a visit and have a quick talk. Hopefully, she’ll understand.

“Can you promise me something, Roy?” Mia asks.

He gives a simple smile. “Anything, sure.”

“You and Joey leave this place right now…”

Roy nods along. “Of course.”

“... and you take off that mustache.”

“Of… Well, actually…” Roy starts. He picks up a spoon from the table and lifts it up to see his reflection in the metallic surface. He wiggles his ‘stache for a bit, a gesture that causes a look of childish glee to come onto his face. “I’ve gotten attached to this little guy. Think I should grow one for real?”

Mia imagines what that would look like. She then comes to the conclusion that no universe exists where Roy Harper’s mustache doesn’t look like a tiny shitty Halloween wig. If he did decide to keep the thing then he would have to change his name to “Bobby Jo” or “Floyd” or “Cleatus” and paint an American flag on his pick-up truck.

She gives him a playful smile and gently elbows him. “That depends — you okay with not getting laid for the next five years?”

Roy rolls his eyes and places an arm around her, lovingly holding her in a partial hug and patting her on the shoulder. “Oh, you wound me, Mia.”

A few more moments pass and the pair of archers find themselves drawn to the shop window again. They are treated to the view of the Wilson Siblings still signing to each other on a busy Chinatown street. Like before, Mia can’t tell exactly what they’re saying, but she’s pretty sure she just witnessed Rose sign “Stop yelling at me!” at one point. She wonders if the irony is noticed by the pair.

Eventually, Joey and Rose enter the shop once more and hobble up to the table. Joey’s shoulders are hunched and Rose’s hands are in her jacket pockets. Both look uneasy after whatever the hell just happened outside. Mia and Roy decide that the best plan of action is to forget the last two minutes ever happened.

Rose eyes the blonde and asks — “So… what’d you and Ron Burgundy talk about?”

“Mustaches mainly,” Mia replies, standing up. “You know, just sibling things.” She goes to Rose and takes her hand, lifting it up and placing a kiss against the knuckles. It’s a gesture they do every once in a while, usually to assure the other that everything is okay.

With everything said and done, Mia leads Rose back to their booth and their melting bowl of patbingsu.

“Anyway… bye, Joe! Bye, Roy! See ya later!” she says to the two gents. Soon the two return to their little corner of the world.

True to his word, Roy gets up from the table. “Alright, we better split,” he says, patting Joey on the shoulder. “We’ve been here for twenty minutes and haven’t ordered anything — I think that lady behind the counter might kill us.”

Joey holds his hand out to stop Roy and quickly signs, “Wait, one more thing…”

Reaching over, Joey pulls off Roy’s horrible fake mustache and tosses it into the nearest trash can. With that done, he flashes a smile and gives an affirming thumbs up.

Roy rolls his eyes. “Always nice working with you, Joe.”

#rose wilson #mia dearden #roy harper #joey wilson #ravager #speedy #arrowfam #red arrow #jericho #miarose #dc #Roy Harper + Mustache - a love that was not meant to last

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cerastes · 3 years

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With the new ocean lore, maybe what Specter is hearing super extra amplified in her head is the ocean screaming at her 24/7 that it wants to cut her up in pieces and tear her apart and mutilate her, but since she also has pretty severe brain damage and even though her mind and body are currently ravaged by Oripathy, she’s still a top class Abyssal Hunter, she’s interpreting this to be the voice of God, but in her own way, so it’s like:

Ocean: “I am going to tear you limb from limb. I am going to cut you up. I cannot wait to inflict unspeakable harm unto you.”

Specter: “I see... This is what I should do... To my enemies... Some people are just not meant to be in one piece... Makes sense!”

Ocean: “What? No, I’m going to do that to you!”

Specter: “Yes, and this is to keep our loved ones safe! To impart unto them secrets of clarity and love!”

Ocean: “You stupid womanlet, listen to what I’m sa--”

Specter: “And those who would threaten us... Would be the deep sea monstrosities! Unto them, we deliver the tearing, the cutting, the unspeakable harm! Yes! Oh, your wisdom is impeccable! I shall endeavor to accomplish what you ask of me, and to tutor others in the ways of your sagacity!”

Ocean: “Shut up for ONE SECO--”

Specter: “Miss Skadi, Miss Andreana, what say you we use our day off to pay a visit to the nearest beach and eviscerate hundreds of those despicable titans?”

Ocean: “Do NOT kill my children!”

Andreana, dramatically cocking her rifle: “Does the Saintess shit in the woods? Let’s roll.”

Skadi: “...Pramanix does WHAT?”

And every time this results in them grabbing a pick-up truck and three oil drums full of industrial waste, driving to the nearest coast, dropping them into the ocean with the explicit intent of polluting that big, haunted sumbitch, and then they get in the water and get absolutely twisted, they do hundreds of Heat moves on those giant monsters, they drag their faces across every single coral reef and abrasive surface in the ocean, they go full Dynasty Warriors on scores of the suckers, they punch them so hard, their fists get picked up by ballistic satellites, they Muay Thai knee their faces in so hard that every car collision in the world bursts green with envy at the sheer kinetic impact and destruction they are causing, whenever there’s high tide in Terra, it’s not because of the moon’s gravity or some dumb shit like that, it’s just the aftershock of Skadi, Specter, and Andreana kicking ass extremely hard underwater, whenever someone in Terra hears soft moaning in the night by the sea, that’s not a ghost, that’s a creature with more tentacles than you have hair on your head begging for mercy, pleads that fall upon deaf ears too busy executing high level 3-meter corner juggle combos on its sixteen distinct hearts with sword, saw, and rifle.

The voice subsides for a few days but then it gets loud again, and the cycle begins anew.

#arknights #abyssal hunters #specter #skadi #andreana

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What I Thought About "What If...T'Challa Became a Star-Lord?" from Marvel Studios' What If...

Salutations, random people on the internet who already scrolled past this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

You know, a lot of people lost so much when Chadwick Boseman died. His family has lost a husband and a father, his fans lost an inspiration, and to fans of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, we lost both a hero and a king. His performance as T'Challa/Black Panther is by far the best the character has ever had, nailing the essence of the character while delivering so much more. So with the second episode of Marvel Studios' What If... one has to ask: Was Chadwick Boseman's final performance his best, or did the series failed to honor his legacy? Only spoilers can answer that question, so be wary as we analyze the second entry into Marvel's most ambitious series.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

T’Challa himself: I enjoy that because his story has changed, so did T'Challa's personality. There's this sly cockiness that we've never seen from the character before, showing how much influence Yondu and his Ravagers had on him. And it's actually pretty fun seeing a character who was so calm and collected now act so...not that. With that said, just T'Challa is now Star-Lord, that doesn't mean he's a copy of Peter Quill.

The major differences lie in the impact that T'Challa left on the galaxy. Instead of stealing for himself, he chose to steal for planets in need as his own version of Robin Hood. And that, in turn, is a way more intriguing and compelling character to me than Peter Quill ever could be. There's just something about the nobleness of choosing to be a heroic outlaw instead of being strictly an outlaw. It proves that despite having his history altered drastically, there is no erasing that perfect and intelligent King that we all know and dearly miss. It sucks that we'll probably never see him again, but at least the last time we did it was to leave one epic impression for the fans.

Korath is T’Challa’s #1 Fan: Not what I would have expected, primarily since the character never acted so goofy, but I appreciate this change nonetheless. Because it's oddly wholesome seeing how much Korath admires T'Challa, to the point where he honestly believes that they're best friends. Also, it's funny. Like, really funny. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this version of Korath is the funniest character in this episode. He's just too good.

It’s All Funny: Hey, we're on the Guardians of the Galaxy side of the universe. I'd personally be offended if it didn't have a sense of humor.

Yondu: Yondu seems to be the only one who hasn't changed that much through T'Challa's presence. Sure, he went straight because of it, but personality-wise, he's still the same. He still gives off the energy as this king of the idiots when dealing with his Ravagers, and you how he's this thief with a heart of gold. It's just that only T'Challa brought it out more than Peter did. Other than that, I personally don't mind that not much has changed. Yondu was already a fun character, to begin with, so I'm more than alright seeing him unaltered if it means we get to witness more of him.

The Galaxy is Better Because of T’Challa’s Influence: No, really, it is. Drax still has his family, Thanos renounced his genocidal ways, and Nebula not only remained in one piece but even has hair...somehow. It's impressive to see just how better everything turned out, and, in a way, it's also kind of funny when you think about it. Like, I wouldn't go so far as to say that the universe was in shambles because of Peter's existence...but it wasn't really better either, and I can't help my chuckles when witnessing how better off things were because he stayed on Earth.

Thanos: Not much to say here. It's fun seeing how chilled out Thanos is when he's not hellbent on wiping out half the universe. And I definitely chuckled a couple times when people called him out on his genocidal bulls**t. It's pretty enjoyable and made me glad we got to see his very surprising return.

Nebula: But this shocked me more. Korath becoming a T'Challa stan? Sure. Thanos acting as a respectful ally? Whatever. But Nebula becoming T'Challa's sexy thieve-in-arms girlfriend?! I don't think anybody in their right mind would have predicted that!

But putting aside the shock, this version of Nebula was surprisingly entertaining. It's nice seeing what she would've acted like without the tragedy as she acts like she's free as a bird but still a little devious. Although, despite having a much better life, that doesn't mean there isn't animosity between her and Thanos. He may not have torn Nebula apart as much as he did in the universe we know, but take notice of how she still has cybernetics in her left eye. That shows that T'Challa didn't get to fix everything, and I appreciate that the writers hadn't glossed over how much of a bad father the Mad Titan is, just because he's all sunshine and rainbows now. It allows a chance for Thanos to prove he really did change and gives Nebula an arc to forgive him. And while the pacing for that could have been better, it's still somewhat believable for me to get behind it. Thus surprising me even more with how not only did Nebula make a phenomenal appearance, but one that left quite the impact on the story.

The Collector: It's not just better heroes that T'Challa created. The Collector, for example, somehow became a genuine threat in this timeline instead of that pathetic dweeb in Guardians of the Galaxy and Avengers: Infinity War. This again amazes me with how T'Challa miraculously created a buff-supervillain in his universe, where Peter did jack all. Maybe the galaxy really would have been better off without him...

Howard the Duck: This is the best way to utilize Howard the Duck if you ask me. He's a character that doesn't really scream "leading character" to me (unless given the correct type of writers), so it's better to let him stick to brief cameos and occasional supporting roles. It allows a goofy type of character to shine without causing audiences to roll their eyes over the idea of a talking duck saving the day.

Wakanda Theme Playing when T’Challa Found the Ship: It's just a cool callback. That's all.

Yondu Lying About Wakanda’s Destruction: A pretty solid reveal that shows how even though Yondu loves the kids he steals, he doesn't have the best intentions. What more can I add?

The Collector’s Wall of Weapons: The callbacks are nice, but I like implications from seeing Captain America's shield and Thor's hammer on that wall. It could mean that while the universe is a better place from T'Challa's influence, not everybody made it out alright.

Yondu’s Speech to T’Challa: I'm sure these beautiful and sentimental words have some implications toward Chadwick Boseman as an actor, but I was too busy being emotional to notice them. Well done.

What Happened to Peter Quill: Ok...I think we can just stop beating Peter down for dooming half the universe. Because how much lower can you get when finding out that this other guy practically saved everything with very little effort, only for you to end up as a worker at Dairy Queen? I'd honestly feel bad if I kept doing it at this point. The poor bastard…

(Sidenote: Love the implications that the world is still in danger because Ego still gets to Peter. It shows that despite the more interesting changes, not everything turns out all hunky-dory.)

The Tribute to Chadwick Boseman: A well-appreciated sentiment to cap off a perfect episode...or what would've been a perfect episode. 'Cause ya boy's got some nitpicks!

WHAT I DISLIKED

T’Challa Being Called Star-Lord: A small thing, but the reason why Peter called himself Star-Lord was because it was a nickname his mom called him. What's even the reasoning here? Because it makes no sense when you sit down and think.

The Black Order are still Boring: Out of all the improvements we've seen, it is still disappointing that these four remain as nothing more than cannon fodder for our heroes to go through before fighting the main boss. And pathetic. Immensely pathetic. I mean, for f**ks sake, THE MAW GOT KILLED BY THE PINK GIRL FROM GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY! Psychic powers and he still goes out like a b**ch!

Thanos Got Nerfed: The guy nearly killed the Avengers, with and without Infinity Stones, yet he can barely hold his own against these people who worked for him. C'MON NOW!

IN CONCLUSION

But those were just nitpicks. Despite them, I'd still consider this episode a solid A with 9.5/10. It was fun getting to see the changes T'Challa made to the galaxy, added with some pretty entertaining moments with other iconic characters. You couldn't have asked for a better final performance from Chadwick Boseman, and here's hoping that wherever he is, he knows that he shined brighter than any star in the galaxy.

#marvel studios' what if...?#marvel cinematic universe #mcu reviews #t'challa #t'challa star lord #yondu udonta #nebula #thanos #korath #what i thought about #what if reviews

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Dark Cybertron Chapter 5: the Issue that Made Me Stop Reading MTMTE for Three Years

So, Megatron’s still getting space-bridged in the torso. That’s still happening. Nova Prime and Galvatron are coming through the rift, as Shockwave, who seems to have lost most of the mass in his lower body, thanks Megatron for his service.

Robert Gill’s on art for this issue alongside Ramondelli, and this is basically the only place we’ll be getting a taste of his style. Let’s see what he’s bringing to the table.

JESUS CHRIST.

WHY DO YOU HAVE GUMS.

Nightmare Murder Death Ravage, the Decepticons, and the Autobots just broke into Shockwave’s underground lair, and are ready to kick some ass. Shockwave was expecting this to happen, because he is a very smart boy, and also apparently genre savvy. Soundwave tackles Shockwave to the ground, and gets insulted for his troubles.

Sir, your eye's been turned into a silver-dollar pancake.

Shockwave calls in Metalhawk to handle these goons who’ve broken into his domicile, and Metalhawk, who legitimately looks like he’d snap in half if the breeze blew the wrong way, gets to work. Bumblebee tries to reason with the man- ripping off his whole-ass face to reveal... his face... in the process- but it’s useless. Metalhawk is just too het up about politics.

Over in another part of the room, Ironhide and a couple of buddies are going to lay the smackdown on Nova Prime and Galvatron, who are still coming out of the space bridge. They’ve been at this for like ten minutes now. Ironhide starts trying to shove Nova Prime back through the bridge, punching him in the face as he does. Megatron, at this point, has lost his arms. They’ve simply disappeared from the scene at hand.

The art isn’t great this issue, if you couldn’t already tell.

While this is happening, Skywarp is busy messing with the medical equipment Megatron’s hooked up to, and losing his corporeal form, because that death wave from a couple issues back did, in fact, hit him a little.

This is the Rattrap issue, by the way.

Over with Arcee, it would seem as though we’ve given up on even pretending to give a shit about size continuity, as Rumble and Blitzwing are the same height now. These three are on a mission to grab some of the resurrection ore and bring it back to base for the wounded, which is nice of them.

Shockwave shoots Soundwave, then calls Waspinator over, as Skywarp sticks his little hands into the ore that’s growing out of the walls. This makes him better, I guess? Because it’s resurrection ore? Even though he’s not dead? Also, his mouth looks like it’s full of wood pulp, and I don’t like it.

Bumblebee is trying to make a breakthrough with Metalhawk, but there’s no time for that, as Shockwave’s up to some weird nonsense involving Nova Prime.

The same could be said of this entire comic event.

Waspinator meets up with Shockwave and hands him his “staff”. I use quotations because it super isn’t a staff, but that’s what it’s called in-issue. What it actually is… well, it looks like a gun with a stinger for a barrel. I know he had a gun that looks very similar in Beast Wars, and he whipped it out on the regular, but I guess it’s a staff now? A staff that isn’t even remotely a staff? TFWiki makes the claim that it’s his stinger, which makes way more sense, but I don’t know that I’d want to hand the rump roast portion of my own ass to the purple science gremlin, even if it did mean cool stuff was going to happen.

Look, I don’t know, okay? I think someone fucked up the script.

Shockwave pops off his gun hand and attaches the “staff”, claiming to know how to handle the Titan way better than Waspinator ever could, because he’s just that smart. Then the Titan comes to life and bursts through the ground. Ironhide, who is still straddling Megatron as he punches Nova Prime into submission, gets his shop wrecked by a giant fist.

Meanwhile, in the Dead Universe, we’re finally getting back to that whole Nightbeat thing. Everyone is very surprised to find him here, and sort-of, maybe alive? Dead Universe complicates things.

Back in Spotlight: Hardhead, Hardhead and Nightbeat went on an adventure together to Gorlam Prime, trying to figure out what the hell had happened to Nightbeat’s brain in Spotlight: Nightbeat, where he was brainwashed into being a sleeper agent for Nova Prime, who was still in the Dead Universe at the time, and are you beginning to see why I sort of just gave up on following the plot and stopped reading? You have to have read essentially all of Phase 1 for any of this to make sense. Between that and the art, I was just sort of over the whole thing.

Anyway, Hardhead had to shoot Nightbeat in the head after the dude got his… brain taken over. There were some little tiny guys involved, Jhiaxus was there, it was weird. Because Nightbeat died at the edge of a portal to the Dead Universe, it took his body and dragged him inside, both trapping him and keeping him alive.

Rodimus isn’t too keen on this turn of events, and Hardhead feels really awkward about the whole thing. Nightbeat seems to be taking being an off-brand zombie in stride though, as he immediately makes himself a nuisance to Cyclonus, by way of cold-reading the guy. Because he’s a detective, he’s pretty good at it.

Nightbeat, you fool! It’ll be another 22 issues before Cyclonus is ready to even acknowledge his feelings!

Orion Pax breaks it up before we can see what Cyclonus considers a good punishment for putting him through the ordeal of being known, and we finally get back on track.

Back on Cybertron, I guess there’s been a bit of a time skip, as Megatron is back on his feet and carrying Ironhide to safety. Also, his mouth has gone AWOL. He tries to ask Bumblebee what the plan is, only to be interrupted by Galvatron ripping him in half.

God, I wish you hadn’t found your mouth, Megatron. This is awful.

Galvatron throws Megatron on the ground, and things just keep getting better, because now the Titan’s up on its feet, and Shockwave just told it to go ham.

Back in the Dead Universe, things are getting complicated, and I don’t think we’ll be getting answers any time soon.

Oh, well, I’m glad Nightbeat is as lost on this whole thing as I am.

Hardhead wants to know what was up with all that cryptic bullshit Nightbeat was spouting off earlier, and Nightbeat reveals even more details about Cyclonus- his forcefield generator was damaged when they got to the Dead Universe, and now he’s infected with… I dunno, bad vibes, I guess. That’s why he got sick a couple issues back, and also why the Cyberwraiths ran away from him; the Dead Universe is assimilating him back into its fold.

Even though it’s been established to want literally everything inside it dead.

Though Cyclonus did spend six million years hanging out in the Dead Universe, so maybe it’s fine, actually.

You know, truth be told, I’m not sure exactly how it works, and neither does anyone else, it would seem.

Anyway, Nightbeat tells the fellas to hold tight while he goes to grab somethingaaaaand he’s trapped them in a magic box.

Ugh, whatever, Orion.

Turns out getting shot didn’t fix Nightbeat’s sleeper agent issue, and now the boys are going to pay for being so chatty.

And that’s a series wrap on Team -Imus! Let’s give ‘em a hand, folks!

At this point, Nova Prime reveals that he did, in fact, get shoved back through the space bridge, and is still in the Dead Universe. Sucks to be him, I guess.

...Man, this Rattrap issue was great! Loved the part where he was in it.

#transformers #jro #dark cybertron #issue 5 #rid #exrid #issue 24 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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The universality of Shingeki no Kyojin in its epic depiction of war

Warning! Spoilers ahead.

Do you think you have the stomach to watch people getting eaten by huge, humanoid titans? If so, you need to scour through Gogoanime and find yourself a good quality version of Shingeki no Kyojin (English: Attack on Titan). Not only does the story fulfill epic-style proportions of screenwriting, thanks to Hajime Isayama, it is also a heartbreakingly resonant reminder of the universal fuckery brought about by war and conflict, as seen through the eyes of children who were collateral in a centuries-old feud.

Sound familiar? It’s the history of all-conflict-ever compacted into the riveting story of a fictional island world wherein humanity has been forced to live behind gigantic walls for fear of man-eating titans that surround them. The irony of this world being called Paradis is not lost on the viewers, considering it's practically a prison. Only worse, because the people living within those walls have no idea they are imprisoned by anyone. When the show starts, you are just as clueless as they are. Eren, Mikasa and Armin, three of the most important protagonists, watch their lives disintegrate when the Colossal and Armoured Titan break through the outermost wall and their town is rampaged by the monsters. Your fists clench and your heart drops as you watch Eren’s unflinching gaze, imbued with unbelievable horror - at his mother being ripped apart and eaten by a smiling titan. Much like Eren, you find it impossible to look away.

From that point on, the story takes many wonderfully complicated and compelling twists and turns. As the characters learn more of their situation and circumstances, as well as their role in it all, you grow more attached to and fond of the characters and their unwavering determination and hope, in spite of an increasingly grotesque war against mankind and titans. But what exactly makes this story so epic? Why is it that out of so many war stories I have read and seen, that this one, completely animated and set in an entirely fictional world, has struck the deepest chord?

To be succinct in my explanation would be doing a disservice. Everything about this show - from the characters, to the dialogue, to the soundtracks - crafts a stunning and deeply familiar tale of trials and tribulations of conflict, of the collateral, of the deep existentialism felt when one encounters such a war-ravaged dystopia.

There is a distinctly human variety in the character types in the show. It shows those who come from comfort, those who crave comfort, those who reject comfort, those who are too traumatized to imagine comfort. It depicts indifference and passion most artfully. But more than just variety, it also takes you along a very believable and simultaneously distressing journey when it comes to the characters' development.

Take Eren Jaeger, for instance: the primary protagonist of the show starts off as a deeply traumatized, angry young boy whose entire life tunnel-visions down to avenging his mother’s death and reclaiming his freedom from the inexplicable monsters that threaten it constantly. When it is revealed that Eren too can access the power of the titans and turn into one, he begins using his titan form to further that same mission. However, when he realizes that Paradis is really just an island prison, with a neighbouring power sending human-prisoners-turned-titans that threaten Eren and his people, his character does a complete 180. Imagine learning that for hundreds of years, and for all of your life, your freedom was consciously being stripped away by a power you didn't even know existed. The sudden uncanny cold acceptance and single-minded determination seen within Eren in the latest season is a change the viewers are shocked but not surprised by. If the plot wasn’t delightful enough, the dialogue is movingly powerful. Shingeki no Kyojin touches on deeply personal topics such as freedom, regret, resolve, deception, loss, ignorance, hope; and it is done in ways that are so natural and bound to the world that it hits in a manner token mentions could not have. Maybe the aforementioned thematic elements are common to every war-story, but Shingeki no Kyojin’s style of thematic exposition is something else entirely, retaining both an organic sense of authenticity plot-wise and a perpetual feeling of 'holy-shit-what-on-earth-could-happen-next’.

And can I just say here that the soundtrack to this show is one of the most beautiful things you will ever hear? The two studios, Wit Studio (seasons 1-3) and MAPPA (season 4) hired full blown orchestras to record the hauntingly beautiful OST that accompanies some incredibly jaw-dropping scenes. I said epic-style proportions!

I think many people don’t end up investing time watching anime because they feel as though that realm of fictionality, where even the characters and the world do not look ‘real’, will not hold lessons or experiences that could leave a lasting impression. However, Shingeki no Kyojin is an exemplary case study of the innately humanly complex: pain. Any individual who has not experienced conflict,but merely studied history of war, can understand and resonate with this hurtful feeling. The empathy it inspires is sincere, considering this pain is focalized through the experiences of children. Amongst the community of anime-watchers, it is considered one of the best ever created. And while I am in agreement so far, I am excitedly anticipating how the rest of season 4 goes to know for sure.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #spoilers #anime #manga #eren jaeger

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❝ D E AT H S T R O K E ❞ … LOADING FILE …

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Full Name: Slade Joseph Wilson

Alias: Deathstroke

Age: 54

Gender: Male

Birth date: ████████

Birth Place: ████████ ████████

Current Residence: Manhattan, New York City

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Hair: White

Eyes: Dark Brown

Disabilities: Blindness in one eye, Right

Build: Muscular, Super Soldier Physique

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Alignment: Neutral, actions can be conclusive to a Villain

Identity: Secret/Not Secret, depends on the individual

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Education: ██ ████ ███████ ██████ ██ █████████

Family: ██████ ██████, mother, deceased Charles Wilson, father, deceased (Killed by Slade) Wade Defarge, half-brother, deceased Adeline Kane, ex-wife, deceased ███████ ██████, mother of rose, alive Grant Wilson, son, deceased Rose Wilson, daughter, alive Joseph Wilson, son, alive

Marital Status: Divorced

Employment (Former): ██████ ██ █████████, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Gun for Hire, US Army

Employment (Current): Bounty Hunter, Mercenary for Hire

Affiliation(s): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army, ███████ █████

Preferred Weapons: Promethium Broad Sword, various guns, knives, and grenades

Equipment: Varies. Sometimes, the Ikon Suit which absorbs kinetic energy. Or Armored Suit with chain metal armor underneath, belts and straps packed with ammunition, knives, grenades, and various other weaponry. Broad sword made of promethium, attached to back. Helmet or mask hides half of his face, because of blindness in right eye. (Picture attached) and (Picture attached)

Abilities: -Expert Combatant in various forms of combat (martial arts, unarmed combat, etc) -Master marksman in various firearms -Master in weaponry (particularly in swordsmanship and firearms) -Tactical Analysis -Acrobatics -Stealth

Powers: -Super Soldier Physiology (enhanced senses particularly of hearing and smell, enhanced agility, enhanced durability, enhanced reflexes, enhanced speed, enhanced stamina, enhanced strength) -Enhanced Intellect (subject uses 90% of his brain) -Accelerated healing

P A S T

Slade Wilson was born on ████████ in ████████ ████████ to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. His mother was “weak”, he said, and his father abandoned him as a child. Charles Wilson, a former CIA agent, was believed to be on a mission when he’d gone missing, but no record of the mission was ever recorded, nor found. Charles was later found, defected to the ██████ ██ █████████. He had become something called Odysseus. Slade later found him and killed him. He still believes Charles left because he chose to, and Slade doesn’t seem to remember his half-brother.

Slade has shown in his intellect and personality, that he is an individual capable of survival. His father’s abandonment and unstable home may be why, but it’s not conclusive. Slade may have always been independent. However it may be, Slade Wilson was determined to enlist in the U.S. Army. Later, it was found Slade had lied about his age on his papers, and ran away from home. Instead of being discharged, he was told to stay. His talents and skills in guerrilla warfare were far superior than any other soldier they’d ever seen. He was tested over and over and promoted over and over by his superiors.

His ex-wife, Adeline Kane, was an Army Squadron Leader and instructor, who eventually trained Slade and took him under her wing. He impressed her, demonstrating his combat and skills, while high marks by Kane were left in this profile. In surveillance, you can see his fighting style sometimes resembles Kane’s style. What we did not anticipate was how dangerous their relationship would be. Slade would be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, and sometime later Slade married Kane. They would divorce, we don’t know why.

His first son, Grant Wilson, would become the first recorded Ravager. We’re not sure what happened, other than Slade finished his contract, after Grant was killed. The death of his son clearly affected him, to the point that he won’t talk about it. His second son, Joseph Wilson, also appears to be a heavy subject, but he is be more willing to talk about Joseph. “Joey” he said, in a psychological evaluation. Joseph Wilson is mute. Maybe Slade had something to do with Joseph’s disability….we don’t know. But Slade has shown signs of guilt, for both his sons. Grant and Joseph Wilson are children from his first marriage to Adeline Kane.

His daughter, Rose Wilson, was born out of wedlock. Her mother, ███████ █████, Slade appeared to have relations with, while on assignment. He won’t say he abandoned Rose, most likely due to the comparison to his father. Because she was raised without her father, it may appear that way. Rose would go on to take up the mantle as Ravager. We don’t know how many there are. From surveillance, she is the one he communicates with, the most, of his family. They don’t always get along, or not at all, understandably. Slade appears to have a disconnect with his children. Just as he is disconnected with everyone else.

Slade was a good soldier. Excellent soldier. The perfect soldier. His superiors asked him to volunteer for a secret medical experiment that was said to be a defense against the enemy’s Truth Serum. He agreed. It was really our attempt to make metahuman super-soldiers. He was lied to - but he was the perfect candidate. Something else we hadn’t anticipated: a violent response to the serum. It broke his mind and body, then built him back up. Stronger than before. But that would happen later. The immediate results were Slade’s more aggressive, violent, and enraged behavior. This aggression would remain with him, long after the experiment ended. Slade would go on to continue this as Deathstroke…

We deemed the experiment a failure, and Slade was limited to a desk job. We continued to monitor him, but what was the point? We thought. Our experiment had failed, until it hadn’t. Enhanced, to a human’s peak, we did it. We did it. Accelerated healing healed what else was left, and our perfect soldier was made even better. Slade’s enhanced mind allowed him to use 90% of his brain, and has shown, together in combat and completing his “contracts”. We made a weapon…that even we couldn’t handle. His mind remained broken. Even though we made him smarter, stronger, his mental stability, emotions, crumbled. We wouldn’t call it crazy, we’d call it violent. All Slade has now is aggression, a violent streak, and blood lust. He still has some sort of sense of humor, but we would highly advise citizens to avoid all contact with this man. He is unstable. We’re not sure if humor or violence will unleash out of him, next.

We’re not sure what happened. We were told Slade was discharged, disobeying orders, trying to save another soldier. Wintergreen, his friend. Slade disappeared, becoming what we only know now as Deathstroke.

P R E S E N T

We now have somewhat of a picture of what Slade has been up to. He’s made several enemies of heroes and villains, in Gotham alone. Enemies of the Justice League, ██████ ██ █████████, and the Titans alike, though he seems to have a personal history with the latter. He is a formidable foe against the Batman, and vice versa. The mobs are afraid of him, but almost incessantly ask for his business. The citizens are oblivious, only knowing him simply as Slade Wilson. Slade has built a system of “contracts” as Deathstroke, research has shown, offering his “services” for monetary value. He is a very weathly man. His rates must be high.

Physically, he’s gotten better. Mentally, he’s gotten worse.

CLASSIFIED: Although this information is classified and has been redacted throughout this file, for classified reasons, if you can read this, then you have been granted access to this information. If you need to know everything about Slade Wilson, then you have to know about one of the most dangerous groups in the world, the League of Assassins. Created and headed by Ra’s Al Ghul, the League of Assassins are an army of assassins, mercenaries, some of the world’s greatest martial artists, who’s sole purpose is to eliminate evil in the world. They are not superheroes. They’ve had questionable tactics as to how they’ve tried to achieve their goals, and questionable team members too. We’re not sure if Ra’s still heads the organization, we’re not sure if they even still exists. But Slade was once a member. We don’t know why he would join the group, whether power or boredom, it’s important to note because our weapon made it through, he survived the League. This information also makes him a much more violent asset, be careful if your group tries to bring him in.

CLASSIFIED: Slade rejoined the League of Assassins once more, but information told us it was forced. An ultimatum of some sort, we don’t know. Only Slade knows. After one year, he left. He’s an independent mercenary again.

After the Superhuman Registration Act, Slade hadn’t changed his routine. The Superhero Civil War was destructive, we lost contact with Wilson. The mutants fought back, headed by Magneto, still no contact with Wilson. He’s smart, he had to have avoided confrontation with either groups, mutant and hero alike. There was no way he could’ve - I digress. When a second accord ratification occurred and Genosha was born, we found Slade. Back to his ordinary life, if that’s what you would call it. The Accords have not only affected the heroes, it’s affected Slade, to some degree. He’s added an old occupation to himself, Bounty Hunter. This explains why we haven’t seen him don the mask of Deathstroke in some time. Government and hero oversight must make him cautious, maybe. It certainly slows down business, I’m sure, in Slade’s eyes. Our weapon has to survive. If he can’t? That’s when we step in.

N O T E S (OOC)

Hello! I’m Mipsy (she/her)! A gamer girl, Marvel and DC fan, Netflix binge fanatic, anime fan, movie fan especially horror movies, and lover of all things creative (music, art, writing, and rping)!

Slade is a mix of various comics and my own headcanons. I pull from a little bit of everything, even a little bit from Teen Titans (2003) from Cartoon Network. So don’t ask me which comics I use, heh. There’s a lot of comics, am I right? I took some liberties with Slade. Call them headcanons. Headcanons I’ve established from playing Slade for so long!

Mun ≠ Muse. Slade can be vulgar and rude, but that’s an understatement. He can be sociable, he can carry a conversation with others, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he likes you. Slade very much believes himself to be a good man, and sees Deathstroke as a job. Many of his enemies see him as a monster, a villain, but that’s because many don’t separate Deathstroke from Slade. Which is completely understandable! Slade’s done some pretty bad things, as Deathstroke and not. His character is a complicated one, not a cookie cutter straight character. His true alignment is neutral, but he can play the “hero” or the “villain” at anytime. Depends on who hired him for the job, which makes him an exciting character to rp! He has his own strict moral code that he follows, so he can’t be bothered with squeaky clean heroes or small time villains. But Slade can be reasoned with. He can carry a conversation when he wants to. Anyway, all that to say, Slade rarely likes anyone so please don’t hold that against the mun!

Slade is a simple man. The type of man who enjoys moments of peace in his life. He’s wealthy, but doesn’t flaunt his wealth like other billionaires. When he isn’t working, Slade really isn’t that bad at all. Just an old man who wants to drink his coffee and read his newspaper, thank you. He’s also quite humorous and a bit of a ladies man! Call it charming or not, he’s attractive enough, despite his age, for women to lay in his bed constantly.

He’s got a lot going on in his head. Guilt and being unstable are his biggest problems. As you’ve read, the super soldier serum really screwed him up. His body and mind were broken, and in effect a new kind of aggression was born within him. Makes him a bit of a monster, but it’s a monster Slade has decided to live with.

As you can already tell, I write alot! One reason I decided to join is I saw a few of you who write lots and I thought ‘I won’t be judged! Yay!’. But don’t fret! I can write paras and multi-paras, I’m just no good at one liners. No need to match length with me! Just...don’t be surprised if I write a lot back.

If you’d like to plot, DM me on discord! I’m so excited to be here! Can’t wait to rp with everyone!

#about #⊕ »»—— MEANER THAN MY DEMONS. ( intro )#this is...a novel #>_>

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Best of DC: Week of February 19th, 2020

Best of this Week: DCeased: Unkillables #1 - Tom Taylor, Karl Mostert, Trevor Scott, Neil Edwards, John Livesay, Rex Lokus and Saida Temofonte

Ahhh shit, here we go again. DCeased was awesome.

In much the same way that the original Marvel Zombies filled my heart with dread, DCeased absolutely blew my mind with the short six issues that it took place in. It was equal parts violent and heartbreaking as the heroes of Earth had to figure out a way to either stop the Anti-Life virus or die trying. We had a good spin off with the single issue, A Good Day to Die and now we have Unkillables, another spin off focusing on some of the more violent heroes and villains while the events of the main series unfold elsewhere.

The book begins on the first day of the Anti-Life virus being released as Deathstroke finds himself on a job in Kentucky. Throughout the original story, I did kinda wonder what people like him or the other assassins were up to, given that we saw a select number of other dead supervillains throughout like Giganta and Clayface. As Tom Taylor and Karl Mostert unfold the story we see that Slade Wilson was killing some infected Neo-Nazis before an attempt to renegotiate his price ends with him infected too.

Mostert and Taylor set this opening up in a very comedic way with the white supremacits running from something in the local church as Deathstroke looks on, puzzled as to why they’re running before taking a few out before heading inside. Mostert, Rex Lokus and I think Trevor Scott then give us an awesome single page of Slade facing down a horde of zombies with only his gun and a bloody sword. He looks like a badass and, in the following panels, proves it by killing them with ease.

Mostert doesn’t shy away from Slade’s brutal violence and shows how fluidly he can kill with dynamic poses as he shoots and slices multiple enemies at once. This accentuated by the excellently colored spurts of blood from the zombies and the gory detail of blood on the walls. There’s even a really good panel of one of the zombies being cut in half with Scott inking the silhouette as their blood and insides drip down. Even better is when Slade gets infected and violently rips his mask off before coming back to his senses while choking a guy.

Tom Taylor introduces a unique aspect here as Deathstroke returns to normal on the second day of the virus being introduced. As we learn later, it’s due to Slade’s unique super soldier DNA that allows him to fight off the infection, effectively being immune to a point. I can definitely see this being a double edged sword for him as the infection seems to last for a day before being purged from his system. This makes him unique amongst both the heroes and villains of Earth as maybe a potential savior.

I’d also like to praise Saida Temofonte for her amazing lettering as well. She does an amazing job, not only with word balloons, but with captions that have a bloody background and the typefaces she uses for sound effects. For the most part, they fit the gruesomeness of the story with intense and bloody BANGs to eerie RRRRRRs, signaling the incoming zombies. Deathstroke’s scream as he claws his own face is intense, scratchy and blood curling until we get an AMAZING title page with names filling the empty space.

As things progress, we cut to Jason Todd in the Batcave. The silence is eerie as we get one small “spsh” sound as Jason steps through the blood trail of Bruce, Tim and Dick. Unfortunately, this seems to take place shortly after the events of DCeased #2 when an infected Dick and Tim attack and infect Batman, leaving Alfred to kill them all. Jason, like most readers, is shocked because he thought Bruce would have found a way to survive and then he’s met by Ace the Bathound. After letting Ace see that he’s not infected, Jason proceeds to make graves for his brothers and father before speeding off in the Batmobile to find the rest of his family with Ace.

These scenes are powerful as Jason, normally the black sheep of the family, has to deal with the fact that he’s one of few left. Why wasn’t Bruce prepared? Why was he the one left and not Dick or Tim? Damian’s still alive in Metropolis, but effectively, Jason is all alone. Mostert and I believe Neil Edwards show Jason’s love for his family as he carves out wooden headstones and buries them in the cave. Without a word of dialogue, this speaks volumes about Jason’s love for his family.

Elsewhere in Gotham, Ravager, Rose Wilson with a missing eye, unlike her main continuity counterpart, is curled up in her apartment in fear. The zombies are pounding on her door when Slade radios in and tells her it’s time to escape. Rose has the ability to see into the future in short bursts and sees that everytime she goes for the door, Zombies come through and kill her. Deathstroke, however, has a plan. As a side note, it’s great to see Rose in gear similar to what she wore in Geoff Johns’ “Teen Titans” while also complementing Deathstroke’s current armor.

Unfortunately for Deathstroke, as he keeps his eyes to the sky, he sees the terror that is an infected Man-Bat flying at him with a terrifying SCReeeee as he crashes through the window and smashes the plane on the roof Rose runs to her dad and, believing him to be infected, plunges her sword through his chest and he screams “Ow.” This scene is pure comedy made even better by the dramatic rain and fire in the background. Soon after, Mirror Master, Evan McCulloch, shows up offering them help.

I don’t know what the reason is for using the Scottish version of the character, but it doesn’t really matter as the representation of the Mirror Dimension is still cool as hell. While wearing special glasses that block signals, they walk through the dimension and Mostert draws an epic depiction of it with all of the violence, gore and death through the many mirrors while the characters look miniscule compared to the vastness of it all. The Mirror Dimension has always been terrifying and McCulloch could do a lot to solve the problem, but it makes sense that he doesn’t. Cause it’s terrifying.

After many pages, we arrive at the rest of the stars (fodder) of the series in Vandal Savage, Solomon Grundy, The Creeper, Cheetah, Lady Shiva, Bane, Deadshot and Captain Cold. I do have a bit of a continuity issue as Cold was shown to have been one of the Infected during the events of “A Good Place to Die,” but alternatively this series could explain how he got there or, much like that story, it’s off base with what’s happening in the main pages. But some of these additions are pretty interesting to say the very least.

Savage is near immortal, but has been shown to have been killed before. There’s a high chance that using Deathstroke, he’ll find a way to cure and rule over the people of the Earth after the heroes leave. Grundy is already dead, so can he get infected? The Creeper is much like Deathstroke in that he can heal from anything, so it makes sense that he’s managed to survive. Cheetah is strong and fast, but I don’t rate her chances high and the rest, while immensely skilled, are still just human. This is a ragtag group, but they’re not averse to getting the job done by any means.

The rest of the issue focuses on Jason Todd and his fight to rescue the remaining members of the Batfamily. Mostert, Lokus and John Livesay give readers an awesome assault on the Gotham PD with Cassandra Cain as Black Bat, James Gordon and Harvey Bullock fighting back against the zombies. Cass awesomely kicks and knees zombies in the background while Harvey and Jim shoot them. I LOVED Cass as Batgirl/Black Bat and it was awesome to see the return of the iconic costume and a character that I like so much.

Of course, Temofonte thrills with the lettering here again. She sells the panic in both Jim and Bullock as they fight off the horde as well as the frankness of Bullock as he has to break it to Jim that Blck Bat is the only one coming. The static-y bubbles that she uses on Bullock when he gets infected is also amazing and saddening, but gets even worse when Cass has to “CRCK” his neck to kill him. Soon after, Jason plows through the GCPD in the Batmobile with a “CRNNNCH” that shrinks around the vehicle.

Jason rescues Cass and Jim after shooting the remaining zombies in the head and plans to get the hell out of dodge. Jim, still holding out on the idea of hope, tells Jason that Barbara is still out there somewhere, but Jason, knowing that it’s no longer the time to keep secrets, reveals his and Cass’ identities and shows Jim that Barb is dead. He then takes the haggard detective to her last known location and Mostert and Lokus sell the utter despair of the scene.

Infected versions of Barb, Stephanie Brown, Batwoman and Catwoman were killed by Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn in Issue #3 of DCeased (if I remember right). This scene of James finding his daughter is depressingly grey and his facial expressions show us just how painful this is for him. He’s lost just about everything and cries in his grief. Jason, however, finds the dead body of the Joker and ties him to the front of the Batmobile before they all make their escape to Bludhaven.

This first issue of a three part miniseries already has me as excited as the original story did. I love each of the characters being used, the callbacks to past history and the way that everyone is being written. Each of these violent characters sees that there’s no need to hold back anymore as the regular rules are tossed out of the window. Everyone now has different amounts of pain and grief to deal with while others have different hopes of power or a cure. Ultimately, I don’t think things will end ultra well given the events of the main series, but I have no doubts that this will stand on its own.

Tom Taylor continues to be excellent when writing the despair and tragedies of DCeased and lifting up lesser characters, like The Creeper. His scripting and dialogue are a joy to read and I really feel like he’s got a grasp on everyone. Karl Mostert brings their all to this book with awesome panels and scenes that make readers want to wince, but look again to see the utter brutality of what they’re witnessing. His art is stellar. The various inkers definitely bring it to life alongside Lokus’ vibrant colors and Temofonte’s amazing letters.

I’m already gleefully anticipating the next issue and it more than justifies the $5.99 price, high recommend!

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Hello lovely 💕 ohh could you do Dealer's Choice pt.2? I can't wait to see what you come up withhh

***I have a feeling someone is going to request a Pt. 3!!! 😈😈😈😈😈

💜Dealer’s Hand💜

Y/N was is Hell. She had been killed during the last expedition and she was being tortured in the second circle of Hell. She had to have been. It was the only explaination for her situation.

The kiss between her and Erwin had been breath taking. Filling her senses, it took over as they mouths melded together and their tongues interwind.

Pressing her against the door, he had moved against her, his low groans and hardening body had told her how much he enjoyed it. He had been a gentleman however, not taking it farther, even though she was putty in his hands at that point.

~~~~~

The next day, she had been working on the gear when Mike had shown up. He had frowned initially at her request, but had quickly picked her up and hungrily sucked at her mouth.

The heat ignited in her stomach was toe curling. She had torn through his shaggy mane as he ravage her mouth. He had hummed approval at her taste as his big hands roamed respectfully, feeling the curves of her body without pressing her for more.

When he set her down, she had to clutch onto his arm for support or she would have slid bonelessly to the floor. A smug grin lit his face up like a little boy as he looked down at her.

~~~~~

She groaned again as Hanji laughed at the vivacious girl threw herself on the chair dramatically.

“What am I going to do, Hanji???? They both make me feel so.....feminine.” She snorted at her own remark.

“I’m sure that’s the main reason they like you.” Hanji hooted at her own joke. Her eyes were bright with anticipation of the inside track on Y/N’s decision.

“I can’t choose!!!! I don’t want to hurt either one of them! I just need to turn them both down and die of sexual deprivation.”

“In a perfect world you have both!” Y/N’s eyes got as big a saucers at the bespectacled woman’s comment.

“Hanji!!!” Her face turned red as she laughed.

~~~~~

Hanji burst into Erwin’s office. The two blonde haired men looked up from the map they were pouring over without comment. They were well used to Hanji interrupting whenever she felt like it.

“Boys! You need to listen to this!”

~~~~~

Y/N sat in her room, agonizing over the choice she knew that she had to make. It was so unfair! Two incredibly handsome, smart, strong men had an interest in her and she was conflicted on who she wanted to be with.

She got up and began pulling on her night clothes. Maybe she would actually be able to sleep tonight, and it would give her some insight into her dilemma. But she knew that most likely she would spend the night tossing and turning. Her dreams filled with passionate encounters involving staring either her dashing Commander or the tall scent obsession Goliath. And in one extremely erotic dream, both.

Shorts on, she was reaching for her tank top when there was a knock on her door. Quickly throwing the garment on, she ambled to the door and opened it, expecting to find her Titan obsessed friend. What she saw was her doorway being filled by the large bodies of Mike and Erwin.

“Y/N, can we come in?” Erwin’s voice was smooth and polite. Like it was an everyday occurrence for the two men she was choosing between to be there together, at her door late at night.

Nervously, she stood back and let the two enter, Mike quietly closing the door behind him. She missed the small click of the lock as she faced Erwin, painfully aware of her lack of clothing. “Everything, alright?”

She winced, it was almost exactly what he had said to her a few nights before. Before she had demanded he kiss her. Just to turn around and kiss his best friend the next day. What if they had talked? A hard knot settled in her stomach.

Erwin smiled and took a step closer to Y/N. “Hanji came to see me, us, today.”

The knot grew even larger. Damn her. “Oh yeah? What about?” She fought to keep the sheer panic off of her face and out of her voice.

Mike, behind her, spoke up “She’s nervous.” There was a trace of a smile in his voice.

“Don’t be nervous, Y/N. We know about your.....predicament.” Erwin stepped closer, tracing an almost bare shoulder with a finger tip. “There’s an easy solution it the entire thing.”

Y/N’s breath caught as she felt Mike’s large hands settle on her waist, the calloused fingers just touching her bare skin between the shirt and shorts. “W..Www...what’s that?” She stuttered.

Mike’s breath was hot on her ear as he whispered, “Choose both.”

Heat in her core flared as she gasped, her erotic dream brought firmly to mind as his words played teasingly over her. Her shock was evident in her wide eyes.

Erwin tilted her head up, his blue eyes burning into hers. “We don’t mind sharing. We’ve done so before.”

Y/N took a deep breath as both men’s hands were on her body, gently squeezing, tempting.

“I choose both of you.”

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