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nitewrighter · 8 months

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Scoops! (Part 1)

Okay, so this fic is of course mainly taking place in the My Adventures With Superman continuity of Superman, but I also wanted to incorporate some aspects of comics Lois in there as well. It also takes a lot of inspiration from Gene Luen Yang's Batman/Superman: The Archive of Worlds, and I wanted to adapt elements of that comic to My Adventures with Superman. So it's a mish-mash! This is my first time writing for Superman in anything other than a shitpost, so I hope you enjoy!

Read it on AO3 here!

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“Eyes up, Smallville,” Lois was bobbing a little where she stood. She was in yoga tights and a loose cutoff tee that was apparently a souvenir from a monster truck rally called ‘MeTRUCKolis.’ Her wrapped fists were squared up in front of her. Clark loomed before her, his own legs slightly bent, wearing a beat-up white t-shirt and sweats.

Clark adjusted his glasses and took a steadying breath. “Okay,” he said, bringing his arms up.

“Ready?” she asked. He liked that little flash of fierceness in her eyes.

“Mm-hm.”

Bap. Bap. Bap. She had been talking him through proper blocking, and, from what they could observe, Kryptonian nerve endings seemed to follow a lot of the same logic as human ones, and she was always quick to correct his form or stance. Obviously she didn’t have the same hand-to-hand prowess as that skull-helmeted orange and black guy with the swords, but it was still a good opportunity to actually observe the patterns of a proper fighting style rather than be blindsided by a flurry of blows.

Bap.

Watching Lois, blocking her strikes, he could see there was clear logic to her movements: an awareness of space and a conservation of energy that seemed so far beyond him simply because he still had barely a grasp on what he was able to do to begin with. Rolling with the force of the punches was definitely instinctive for him at this point, but he was still trying to parse out how exactly his own invulnerability worked. Frankly, he didn’t really like the current approach of, “Oh, I guess that doesn’t kill me,” but it wasn’t like he was actively trying to lower whatever unconscious mental blocks he had on what probably could be hurting him a lot more if he let it. He could feel the roughness of Lois’s fist wrappings, the warmth of her skin through them, could feel his own flesh yielding, if only slightly, at the impact. He knew she actually packed a significant punch compared to the average person, but she was holding back in her own way. There was the instructive element to it, but caution, as well. After all, how hard would you want to punch someone who not only was your boyfriend, but whom you had also seen make a massive impact crater on concrete?

Bap. Bap.

Lois was a ruddy, flushed mess, but in Clark-vision she was a dewy and glowing warrior goddess, hair sleeked back with her own sweat. They had been at this for the better part of an hour—their training session interrupted only twice by Clark having to rescue several construction workers downtown when an I-Beam’s crane cables snapped loose, and later to fly a little girl and her grandfather to a hospital when the grandfather had a stroke. He had been trying to get better about letting certain things resolve themselves—Metropolis had firefighters, crisis hotlines, and paramedics, after all—but he had also gotten practiced enough with his super-hearing that he had a much stronger grasp on where the location of certain cries for help were coming from—say, if that stroke victim was also in an affordable housing unit.

Bap. Lois’s fist made contact with his left pec.

“Clark, shoulders,” she said for what was definitely more than the tenth time, “And you’re not even trying to evade.”

Clark wasn’t sure how practical evasion was when he was, in fact, significantly wider than her. Her fists were pretty centered on him as a result. He was great at evading while in flight, maybe because momentum was such a strong factor that impact could easily wrest from his control and he didn’t want to make himself into a missile by getting blasted out of the air, but here, in the laundry room basement of Lois’s apartment building, on a mat graciously lent to them by Steve Lombard, in close quarters with a much smaller (but much fiercer) opponent, there wasn’t a lot of space to evade, nor really a strong physical need to. Lois was going in for a hard left hook now.

“I don’t know if this is really working,” said Clark, finally dipping to one side with superhuman speed, sending Lois stumbling forward, but she righted her own momentum and easily pivoted into a back kick.

Careful, Clark instinctively caught her foot before it met his jaw, letting his own hand briefly follow the arc of the kick so she wouldn’t hurt herself with the sudden stop. He stood there, awkwardly holding her by the brightly-colored trainer.

“Okay, now counter,” said Lois.

“Counter?”

“You have my foot. I’m off-balance and vulnerable. Flip me, or something.”

“Lois, I’m not going to flip you.”

“We have a mat!”

“Look,” Clark let her foot go, “I know you mean well with this, but I never really thought of my powers in terms of fighting. I don’t like thinking of my powers in terms of fighting.”

“Well, don’t think about it as fighting, then,” Lois regained her stance and put her hands on her hips, “Think of it as… stopping a fight before it becomes a fight. We both saw that footage, the more you get hit…”

“The more I get hit,” Clark conceded.

“Right, you get discombobulated, and then overwhelmed. And it’s clear even if you can take those hits, that actually taking those hits uses up energy for you. There’s just a lot of surface area like this,” said Lois, splaying her fingers across Clark’s chest.

Clark gulped at the physical contact and Lois caught herself, a drop of sweat hanging on one lick of hair at her temple, and cleared her throat, putting her hands on Clark’s shoulders and guiding them so that he was standing at more of an angle. “You have to give your opponent less of a space to hit. You just keep coming at people fully sheeted forward, it’s no wonder you’re getting shot or laser-blasted in the back all the time.”

“I’d just rather the laser blasts hit me than…”

“Than the other guys shooting at you?”

Clark’s brow went between a furrow and a crinkle and he glanced off. “I mean, they’re less bulletproof.”

“Clark…” Lois started and then a sigh escaped her. It was one of her ‘I worry about you’ sighs but this one was clearly combined with the actual physical exhaustion of punching him for at least 45 minutes. “I’m gonna get some water.”

“Right…” Clark itched at the back of his neck. “How do you know Krav Maga, anyway?”

Lois gave him a kind of sad sidelong glance before taking a long gulp from her steel water bottle and Clark put 2 and 2 together.

“Oh….” he said quietly.

“One of the closest things we got to quality time, me and my dad,” she shrugged, wiping her mouth. A pause passed between the two of them, a silent, mutual acknowledgement that they didn’t have to re-open that can of worms right now. “Honestly I’m out of practice with Krav Maga specifically, though,” Lois added, “These days I just kick box down at Irons Gym twice a week.”

“I’d like to see that,” the words came out of Clark unthinkingly.

A catlike little smile spread on Lois’s lips.

“I uh—I could probably learn a lot more about proper stance and counters and, um, surface area by watching you in action,” Clark added. Were his glasses steaming up?

“Invitation’s open, Smallville,” she said, setting her water bottle down on the washing machine. She rolled her shoulders. “Okay,” she said, clapping her wrapped palms together, “Obviously this wasn’t as productive as I would have liked, but we can finish off by showing you my ultimate move.”

“Ultimate move?” Clark blinked a little helplessly.

“Did you know you like, almost never use your legs in a fight?” Lois was hopping in place a little, bouncing her weight between her feet, loosening herself up.

“Again, I don’t really think of my powers in terms of—”

“Think fast!” Lois rushed him, launched herself into the air, twisted in mid-air, and caught him around the neck in what would have been a brilliant scissor-leg takedown if… it actually took him down. Instead, he just kind of ended up rolling back to a near-limbo position to account for her momentum, then brought himself back upright. To her credit, she did keep furiously twisting and squeezing and trying to use her own center of gravity against him the entire time he was doing this, and Clark really wasn’t sure if it was the flight or the super-strength doing most of the work in making her ultimate move… not work… but once he was standing up straight again, she slackened with a frustrated groan, leaving her basically dangling off of him by one leg yoked over his neck.

“…I see what you were going for, there,” said Clark after a beat.

“It would have worked,” Lois’s voice was half a grunt from her semi-upside-down angle, “If you weren’t… y’know.”

Clark thought, Lois, you can choke me with your legs any day of the week, before blurting out, “No, I’m sure! It’s a great move!” and then quickly scooping an arm under her, “Uh—here, let me—”

Getting Lois back to an upright standing position from her current entanglement was a bit like wrestling a large fish out of water, but he managed to set her down with her looking only somewhat sulky.

“It really was a great move,” Clark tried to reassure her.

“It’s not that,” said Lois, readjusting her sports bra, (which made Clark quickly glance off, face burning), “I just… wish we had a safe environment for you to actually work on this stuff! Actually get a grasp on what you can do and how… there’s still so much we don’t understand.”

“I know,” said Clark, not wanting to say If I wasn’t what I was, we wouldn’t be spending one of our few days off like this. Even when I’m not Superman-ing everywhere, this is still eating up both our lives.

There was a familiar fanfare message chime and Clark, desperate to break that chain of thought, quickly stepped over to his duffel bag and grabbed his phone, reading the text on the screen. “Oh hey, Jimmy’s finally done with his thing.”

“His ‘thing?’”

“He wouldn’t tell me what it was,” said Clark, putting the phone back in the bag, “But he wants us both to come over and check it out.”

“Well, obviously we can’t go over there all sweaty, Smallville,” said Lois, grinning, “Looks like you’ll have to use my—-”

Clark zipped upstairs in a blur and after about 15 seconds zipped right back down, super-scrubbed clean, in a completely different outfit to account for the cold weather, and hair still slightly damp.

“…Shower,” Lois finished flatly.

“There’s still plenty of hot water left,” said Clark.

“Cool, thanks,” said Lois, not even remotely trying to hide her disappointment.

——

A shower, a change of clothes for Lois, and short tram ride later, they were at Jimmy and Clark’s apartment building.

“So, when’s Jimmy going to use his Flamebird bucks to get a penthouse?” asked Lois, as they both got in the elevator.

“You know he hasn’t really talked about the money that much,” Clark shrugged, “I dunno if he’s still trying to figure out what to do with it, or if he’s just letting the fact settle in, or what. Then five days ago he starts working on this thing and he’s just been kind of hyper-focused and really secretive about it since then.”

“Secretive, huh?” Lois brought a hand to her chin thoughtfully as the elevator dinged open, “Think he’s being mind-controlled or something?”

“Oh no, definitely not,” said Clark as they walked down the hall, “He gets exactly like this when he’s editing one of his longer video essays. I remember this one time back in college when—” Clark suddenly paused and tilted his head, squinting slightly, as he often did when his super-hearing was picking up something unusual.

“Clark?” Lois looked up at him.

“Some kind of… fizzing sound…at the docks…” Clark murmured. He stood stock-still in that hallway for about thirty seconds before straightening his head again and shrugging, continuing down the hall. “Well, it’s gone now.”

“Look at you, not flying off in a panic every time you don’t know exactly what something is,” said Lois, proudly.

“Baby steps,” said Clark, smiling.

The door to Jimmy and Clark’s apartment swung open before either of them could knock.

“Hey Ji—” Lois started.

“You’re here,” said Jimmy, breathlessly, “Come in, come on! Come in!”

Both Clark and Lois were hustled into the apartment, which was noticeably messier than usual with multiple boxes and foam packaging and those weird plastic air bags which never pop as satisfactorily as bubble wrap.

“Online shopping…?” asked Lois and Clark shrugged.

“Nothing so simple!” said Jimmy, clearly over-caffeinated and already across the apartment, forcing Lois and Clark to follow him, “I’ve finally been able to realize my vision!”

There was a mania in Jimmy’s voice that made Clark and Lois exchange glances and wonder if the whole experience with Monsieur Mallah and the Brain had rubbed off on him more than anticipated.

“What vision?” asked Clark, but they had already reached his and Jimmy’s room and Jimmy was bent over his desk.

“Lady and Gentleman,” he said deeply and dramatically, slowly pivoting around, “I give you, the one, the only,” he was holding something a little bigger than a shot put ball, covered with a dish towel, “the state-of-the-art, the one-of-a-kind, next generation in Flamebird content creation,” he whipped the dish towel away to reveal a silvery dome embraced by an incomplete disk, “Scoops!”

Clark and Lois stared at the object in Jimmy’s hand blankly. It seemingly stared back with its indifferent camera lens at the front, flanked by two triangular metal plates.

“S-Scoops…” Jimmy said, as if they should both know what he was talking about.

Clark and Lois looked up from the object to Jimmy, still clueless.

“It’s a news drone,” said Jimmy.

“Ohhhh,” Clark and Lois said at the same time.

“So it’s like… a new camera?” said Lois.

“Camera? Camera?!” Jimmy held Scoops close, aghast, “Scoops is voice-commanded with a learning AI, has a whopping six terabytes of still image, text-by-dictation, or video memory, is VPN secured and encrypted with its own personal cloud, equipped with the latest in hover-mag suspension systems, is synced with an app on my phone, and tops out at 45 miles per hour.”

“Do we also have to call it ‘Scoops’—” Clark started.

“Yes, yes, you do,” said Jimmy.

“Wait—” Lois glanced back at the boxes, “Jimmy, you put this together yourself?”

“Well, I saw the hover-mag drone frame at the AmerTek pavilion two years ago at the Metropolis Tech Trade Conference, and the processing is mostly AmazoTech AI hardware that wasn’t approved for mass-market release yet but it turns out with the company collapsing, there were a handful of people willing to look the other way and dig through lab storage for me. The lens components and digital recording are a combination of my own favorite camera companies and a handful of bits I had to 3D print myself. And I had to teach myself to solder,” Clark glanced at his hands, noting several bandages on Jimmy’s fingers and a a moleskin blister pad at his left hand’s heel. “So, I mean the components were all there (except the 3D printed ones), I just put them together.”

“But, why wouldn’t the AI tech be approved for mass market release yet?” said Clark.

“Knowing Ivo, probably branding stuff—glossy AmazoTech user interface kind of things, probably,” Jimmy was turning Scoops over in his hands, buffing away at any smudges on the chassis with his dishtowel, “But it responded just fine to my programming.”

“Can I ask how much did this cost you?” asked Lois

“Money is no object when it comes to solving mysteries and changing the face of news as we know it,” said Jimmy, smiling, which both Lois and Clark interpreted to be ‘A lot.’

“Isn’t AmerTek a weapons company—?” Clark started, adjusting his glasses.

“It’s not all weapons,” Jimmy shrugged, “Plus I figured Scoops needed a pretty hardy chassis with all the crazy stuff we get into.”

Clark and Lois still looked more concerned than convinced.

“All right, fine, I’ll give you a demo,” said Jimmy, clearing his throat, “Scoops, activate.”

The lens at the front of Scoops glowed to life and the two triangular plates flanking the lens hovered off of the drone’s spherical dome. Jimmy gently released the drone and it hovered into the air between the three of them, prompting “oohs” from both Lois and Clark.

“Oh, and Lois, can you stand right there?” said Jimmy, positioning Lois at a slightly more open area of the room.

“Me?”

“Yeah, when you hear the cue, just start acting like you’re doing a news report.”

“Oh! Um, okay,” said Lois.

Clark just kept a wary gaze fixed on the little drone now hovering over their heads. Scoops didn’t seem particularly threatening, but Clark definitely had some concerns about something made with both AmerTek and AmazoTech hardware.

“Great start, Scoops, now begin live feed on… Lois Lane,” said Jimmy, taking out his phone.

Scoops seemed to process this command for a second, then shot out the window in a tinkling explosion of glass.

There was a beat of silence. The three of them looked out the jagged hole in the window, watching as the little drone rapidly shrank into the distance through downtown Metropolis, towards the industrial district.

“It was not supposed to do that,” Jimmy said very quietly. He watched the drone zooming off into the distance for several seconds before he realized Clark and Lois were still watching him. He caught himself. “Small hiccup! Not a problem! I’ll simply recall Scoops using my phone.” He demonstratively hit a button on his phone screen, put one hand on his hip, and waited. A long, silent minute passed.

Clark was squinting out the window. “I.. um.. Jimmy, I don’t think it’s coming back.”

This was when Jimmy’s face finally dropped. “Oh come on!” He was tapping at his phone furiously, “It was doing great in the test runs!”

“Do you know where it’s going—?” Lois started.

“I’ve got both its camera feed and a GPS locator for it on my phone,” said Jimmy, “But Clark, can you—?”

“On it,” said Clark, before zipping out of the room in a blur, leaving a flutter of loose papers in his wake. A few heartbeats later and a blue-clad, red-caped figure was soaring after Scoops. Jimmy’s phone pinged. “GPS feed, let’s go!” He said, hooking his arm in Lois’s and sprinting off out of the apartment.

——-

In theory, Clark knew with enough speed he could easily overtake the drone, snatch it out of its course, and yank it back to his and Jimmy’s place, but it turned out the drone had a significant lead on him because he first got sidetracked first swooping a bike messenger out of the way of a taxi that had run a red light, then giving directions to those tourists, then taking that little old lady’s big box of dead batteries to the e-waste recycling center—okay, in retrospect she could have found a nice neighborhood boy for that last task but come on, he was right there, what was he going to do? Say no? But okay, yes, that did turn into taking the whole apartment building’s dead batteries and Lois would say, ‘Clark look at yourself, you are literally taking people’s garbage, we’ve talked about prioritizing,’ but he was already on the way and proper disposal of batteries was important too, wasn’t it? It reduced fire risk and kept toxins from leeching into the soil, so he was basically preventing future crises in Metropolis. Plus, it wasn’t like Scoops was actually in any danger, it was just… on the run, apparently. Gone rogue. The guilt did hit Clark pretty hard once he got back on task. Poor Jimmy seemed so excited about Scoops, and had obviously been working really hard on it—for all his feelings about AmazoTech, Clark wished he could have been more supportive in the moment. At least the drone’s distinctive hover-mag whir made it pretty easy for him to quickly relocate it, but something was irking at the back of his mind as soon as he got a visual bead on it once again.

The fizzing sound from earlier, he thought, watching the drone, It’s going toward where the fizzing sound was.

The drone suddenly dropped into a sharp descent and Clark shifted his position in the air to drop after it. The Metropolis docks. Scoops was now hovering around, seemingly searching among the massive shipping containers. Clark floated after the drone, feeling a bit of unease at his environment. Shipping containers could easily create close quarters, definitely weren’t fun to be slammed into, even with invulnerability, could clatter over and hurt someone if he hit them with enough force, and provided a lot of coverage for people to hide behind and within that super-senses couldn’t account for 100% of the time.

“Scoops?” Clark felt a little ridiculous calling after it, but it responded to voice commands, didn’t it? “Scoops?” He called again.

He heard a low grunt of pain on the other side of one of the shipping containers and quickly hopped over it to see two shipping yard security guards on the ground, one unconscious, the other groaning in pain. Both had steady heartbeats, but there was a faint smell of electricity in the air, and burnt hair.

“Sir?” He dropped to one knee.

The security guard grunted. “The… the bracelet…” was all he managed before passing out. Clark set his jaw before picking them both up and quickly moving them back to a safer location where hopefully their coworkers would find them, then followed the sound of Scoops’ hover-mag whirring as quietly as he could, realizing there was now a metallic resonant quality to the sound—it was coming from inside one of the shipping containers. The sound of the hover-mag had stilled to one location. He reached the source—a shipping container at the very edge of the pier, the doors were swung open. Clark leaned in to peek inside. There were a couple of crates scattered around the interior of the shipping container, of varying age and make.

Unconsciously, Clark set his feet back on the ground.

There was a woman in the shipping container, her back to him, thin hands clasped around Scoops’s chassis as the drone’s single camera eye stared down at her as if to say, ‘Now what?’ Slung across the woman’s back was a chunky chrome gun that seemed nearly as big as her whole torso, but what really caught Clark’s eye was the gleaming art deco spider bracelet on her wrist. All the guard had said to Clark was ‘the bracelet,’ which made wariness prickle on the back of his neck. Why the guard would mention the bracelet rather than the almost comically huge gun was beyond him. So… she wasn’t friendly, probably. But still, he knew he didn’t understand the situation, and just because someone had a very very big scary gun, and had probably knocked out two security guards, that didn’t mean they were incapable of reasonable discussion.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask for that drone back,” he said, putting his hands on his hips, before pausing for a second, and adding, “Please.”

She turned to face him and he froze.

She was in a sleek black outfit, with a cropped black jacket, a low-cut, side-slit black dress over charcoal web-patterned leggings, and short boots. Her hair was bleached white and probably medium length, though it was hard to tell, with short blunt bangs at the front and the back swept up into two sleek, asymmetrical victory rolls. She turned around and gave him a too-familiar catlike little smile on too-red lips, the construction of her face utterly unmistakeable.

“Lois…?” The name came out of him dumbly and he immediately realized Superman always called her ‘Ms. Lane,’ always. She had Lois’s fierce pixie features, looked to be a handful of years older, but there was a sense of both sharp awareness and unfathomable exhaustion behind her eyes that filled him with dread. She had seen things—things she could never bring to share with another human being. It was an exhaustion he caught in his own face in the mirror sometimes, when he had been Superman for just a little too long that day, and the awareness that the world was just so much was weighing on him heavier and heavier.

That catlike smile turned pitying. “Very close, Boy Scout,” she said, before, with a shift of her shoulders, she slung that massive gun down to her hip and hauled it up to point at him.

“Okay,” Clark put his hands up, “Ma’am, I think you should know, you’re not the first—”

She blasted him in a blinding ray of neon coral and day-glo yellow, the force of it slamming him into the shipping container behind him, the steel buckling with a protesting shriek at his impact. Clark still wasn’t sure how his invulnerability worked, exactly, but in that moment, when that beam first hit him, full on in the torso (Surface area—again with the surface area), the image of the charred remains of a skeleton flashed to his mind and his train of thought became a throbbing panicked heartbeat of ‘This would kill a human, this would kill a human, this would kill a human.’ He wasn’t sure if it was 3 seconds or an eternity had passed before the beam ceased and he practically peeled off of the side of the shipping container to drop on the ground with a sad thud.

“The BG-80 Toastmaster,” said the woman, stepping toward him slowly, “Courtesy of Earth-Zero. With some modifications.”

Clark struggled to his elbows and knees and coughed, smoke rising off of him.

She tsk-tsked. “Oh you are squishier in this universe, aren’t you?”

“Look,” Clark’s voice was thick, and it took some effort to raise his head and one hand from the ground to try to motion at her in an ‘I mean no harm’ gesture, “I know the League of Lois Lanes doesn’t trust me, but whatever’s happening—”

“You think I’m with the League?” she said with a bitter laugh in her voice. She blasted him again. In the back.

Somewhere in the mind-numbing blaze of pain and the sensation of the concrete crumbling underneath him as he was slammed to the ground, he thought, Huh, that really is a lot of surface area. The second blow at least managed to kick better survival instincts into gear. This isn’t your Lois, he had to tell himself, She is very much an active threat. She wants to hurt you. She has hurt you, she is hurting you, so you have to get over the face and the voice and the everything else and act so she doesn’t hurt you or someone else again. The gun—just heat vision it—just concentrate, you’re close enough and it’s big enough that you don’t have to worry too much about hitting her—no, wait—what if it explodes? You don’t know what it’s made of—

There was a series of clicks and Clark looked up at her, willing the heat behind his eyes, but the muzzle of the gun was glowing red now and again, he got caught up in that exhaustion, that pity, in her face. She wasn’t with the League of Lois Lanes? Then what did she want? Why was she here? And what did Scoops of all things have to do with it all?

“Don’t worry,” she said dispassionately, “I’m not hitting you with anything you can’t take.”

“But—” Clark started. But she fired again. The blast wasn’t that overwhelming neon this time, but red, red, red. And then everything went black.

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 7 months

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I want to start a series. But, I don't know the first chapters on how to do it. Sooo..... I guess I will make it a drabble first. I hope you enjoy.

After the battle against humans, you went to Earth with your triplets. You met Quaritch's side of the family. His remaining relatives. His parents were sadly dead. So, your kids had no grandparents. But, they had aunts, uncles and cousins. Since your parents and first family died. You cut ties with your toxic second hand relatives. You moved to Europe.

The Colonel had relatives from his ethnic countries. Like Germany and Ukraine mostly. You never went to Europe since you were poor. But with the salary you got from Pandora, you were able to afford a cute stone cottage.

Quaritch's family welcomed you and your babies with open arms. The Colonel would video chat with his relatives.

He told them about you. He should then your lovely photos. They wanted to see you. They approved you. The Colonel sounded he was in love and was happy.

You lied and said that the Colonel died from the Pandora poisonous air

To avoid hate towards the Navis

They bought the lie

You would video chat with Norm and Neytiri. Then sometimes Max and Jake.

You went to Trudy's and Grace's family to pay your respects for their funeral. Their bodies were sent to earth.

But sadly, life was not a perfect ending. You had to raise triplets. They were a little different thanks to your abnormal genes. They were more stronger and athletic than other babies. Mutants like you. They also had dominant traits from their dead father.

Worst of all was that, a lot of men tried to be your next husband. You were horny and lonely. You admit. But the men you didn't trust. You did some background checks and found disturbing stuff. Then some men would do drugs and are rude. They wanted to fuck you due to your lovely face.

And you didn't reveal being a mom. So, they would admit they hate kids.

You didn't want to ruin your kids life. So, you quit dating. An abusive step dad was your worst nightmare.

So, you would masturbate and watch porn. It was not enough.

Later, you got two stalkers that threatened you to give in to them. You had to move to a farm in France. To your surprise, the dead Colonel was part french. He had estates there. He made a will before he died. He gave all property to you.

You got his money, houses, cars, and family jewelry.

You loved his photos the best. He was handsome as an elderly man. But, he was better when young. Not too young. Begging thirties was his prime.

When your kids finished pre school. You then would travel to Pandora for summer vacation. The latest tech made Pandora travel easy as an airplane.

Neytiri and Jake would meet you and see your triplets. You met their first kids. Neteyam and Loak. So far, they wanted their future kids to be girls.

Then norm would call. He told you that a clan in Tanui needed a Medic for the ill. So, you would take your kids there. As you worked a little. Then return to Neytiri for the remaining vacation time and then go back to earth.

Life was beautiful so far.

Then, it got the evil eye.

When your kids became twelve. It happened.

You stayed a week at the Sullies. Then was about to go to work for the Tanui. But, your first born, Miles told you he wanted to stay. You would come back anyway in two weeks and meet him back at the Sullies.

You agreed. Your son always was the closest to the Sullies. He was the most athletic. He would do kickboxing and track on earth. He was called spider by the kids.

Your second son Val loved soccer and acting. His second hobby was water polo. Which was why he loved the beaches of Tanui.

And your little Isabella Maria was the artist. She was like you. She loved fiction and arts. And ballet. She hated opera. You loved it. But she had your other traits.

So, you kissed Miles on the head and left for Tanui on the chopper of one of your old friends from the old base.

You would text your son. And video chat with him multiple times a day.

But one day changed everything.

Spider and his friends the Sully kids minus neteyam were goofing around in the jungle.

And saw Navis wearing marine uniforms. When your triplets wee ten, you told them the truth of their dad. How he died and how he was evil. Now, spider was curious why the Navis were searching around the corpse of his dead father.

Meanwhile, after waking as a Navi, the Colonel remembered your pregnancy and birth. He remembered you first. The Colonel having sex with you and all that. Then his babies came next.

He was there holding your hand when you pushed all three out. Him naming the triplets after himself and then his dead parents.

But, he remembered your tears. How he punished you. The Colonel felt guilt. He treated a weak and delicate lady like that. He didn't want to. But, you broke his heart and trust multiple times. You always attempted to escape. You finally escaped once but a few weeks later was discovered and brought back to him.

Now, general Ardmore offered a deal. She would track you down and give you and the kids to the colonel. And give the you allowance money every month and insurance till you pass away.

The Colonel without hesitation agreed. The general started the search. She gave the Colonel pictures of you. Many men would take pictures of you on their cellphone and post them online. Since you were beautiful, they took your photo when shopping, walking outside and etc.

The Colonel was mad when he found out about the men who tried to date and marry you. And then those two stalkers. So far, you were not in France. But where?

The Colonel sighed as he picked up his old skeleton and crushed it.

His luck changed when his ear piece announced they caught Navi children and a human.

The colonel was confused when he saw the human kid. Was he smokin a blunt and seeing shit? The kid looked like him when he was a kid on earth.

The kid was wearing human clothes. But his dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes had blue and brown with silver linings in them. His blue eyes, his dad brown eyes and mom's grey eyes....

Then the colonel's eyes widened in realization.

It can't be.

It's too good to be true.

Right?

To be continued

#avatar #yandere miles quaritch x reader #spider avatar #spider #recom miles quaritch #dark miles quaritch #yandere miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch

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strawberry-chai-mee · 3 days

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invincible oc ( new réf sheet)

My girl is finally done 😭😭 it took me some time …

Soooo, fun facts about that little anomaly that she is

. She is a thraxan-viltrumite hybrid...that just took more of a thraxan ...okay I know that viltrumites genes are stronger but listen, I just thought " what if ...it was like an anomaly"

she is a fighter on the planet where she grew up ( because that isn't Thraxa…) . She first worked in the shop of her " adoptive parents " and then was like ' you know what ? Imma do my own thing "

as a child, If she did something bad…her punishment was to stay in a cage for an hour …so now she is scared to go in a cage again

her height is 6'3" …which is small compared to other thraxans I guess

her age Is a year old…but because of her viltrumite genes she doesn't look that old .

if she had a favorite food on Earth it will certainly be creole shrimps…she just loves spicy food in general

the planet where she grew up on is a sort of big desert , she lived on the Sector 2 . Which is the place where there is a black market and the people that aren't rich . This sector had more chances to be hit by sand storms …so she has some glasses to not get sand in her eyes . Before going away from her planet , she was trying to raise money to live in the Sector 1 , to have a better life .

to not spoil anything about the comics( for people that only watch the show ) …if she had to appear in the serie…it wouldn't be in season 1 or 2 …but wayyyy later on ( for the people that have read the comics…I think that you can guess it , when she could appear)

. She doesn't want to shave her pilosity because she thinks that it is so cool that she has it .

#my art #digital art #invincible #random art #artist on tumblr #invincible season 2 #invincible oc #thraxans #viltrumite #original character #ref sheet #Anomaly #Babygirl #invincible series #invincible comics

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The mistreatment and character assasination of Asuka Kazama

We can all agree that Tekken 8 has been the nail in the coffin for Asuka´s character development and treatment in general.

Asuka Kazama was introduced in Tekken 5 as an ambiguous Kazama style user, lover of animal, justice and nature.

Us veteran can agree that that we all thought at first that either Asuka was Jin´s little sister or a cousin of Jin Kazama.

After Jun´s disappearance in Tekken 3 and her reintroduction in the non canonical game of Tekken Tag, her spot was pretty much empty since even Jin, pretty much abandoned Kazama Style after the events of Tekken 3.

Now, we can start analazying who she was first and how her relevance to the story and future plans for her were pretty much obliterated.

Asuka was presented as a tomboyis girl that loved to make peace on her terms, even stopping gangs from killing each other.

She loved bicycles and wore a sports outfit. Her dojo was mostly destroyed and her father injured because Feng Wei was in a rampage trying to basically, level up his skills and demonstrate that he was the stronger warrior out there.

She joined the tournament, not knowing absolutely anything about Jin. Surprisingly, she had the same Kazama powers as Jun, healing and resurrecting (????) Devil Jin to the point of expelling the Devil out of Jin. After a ...well, "funny", embarrasing and kinda disgusting moment with Jin, people started to speculate A LOT. (you known, the boob scene)

Her popularity grew, opening new mysteries about the Kazama family and the part that they were gonna play in the future.

Fanfics blew up, edits, theories...

Now, pretty much in Tekken 6 they tease us that somehow they are related to each other. Jin went nuts with WW3... this is where the problem starts.

She had zero relevance to the story. You could think, oh "Lars is a new character, she can join with him to defeat Jin because she has this powers or for whatever reason because she just wants to stop him", but nope... she just had a few lines, boring ending that had nothing to do with it and then, gone.

Tekken 7 was focused on Heihachi and Kazuya mostly to the point that Jin was comatose THE ENTIRE GAME. So obviously, Asuka was out of the conversation too. She then got involved into this stupid rivalry with Lili which I learnt how to love because I find them very gay and I love my lesbian girlies. But that´s another topic.

A lot of veterans were thinking which type of relevance was going to have Asuka, since Jun was back, Kazuya was now the nº1 public enemy and Jin was having a crisis with his Devil Gene.

This is the point where her character and relevance died to never (probably) come back.

She just...joins the team with Lili, asks the type of family that she is with Jin which is basically non existen, they are part of the same clan... but not closely ralated, doesn´t even help exorcising Jin or Kaz and just when we thought she was going to be present in Yakushima only for her TO NOT EVEN BE THERE. Her powers??? which powers? Namco forgot about them, not relevant at all...

I just give up at this point. Fans are trying to cope with the fact that in Tekken 9 she will help exorcising Reina because her and Jun are the only ones with powers now but I´m telling you... nothing is going to happen. With Jun? obviously, she has gain even more popularity now been one of the strongest and best fighters and characters in T8 but Asuka? not development, nothing. Forget it, she won´t have any relevance in Tekken 9. It makes me really sad because they could expand the Kazama family with her father and Jun maybe joining or making a team to defeat Kaz or Reina but nope. Mark my words, Asuka won´t have relevance in the future.

They even made a inside joke with Hwoarang thinking that she was Jin´s little sister.

The level of disrespect that Namco had with this characters is astonishing. So yeah, I guess I only have left fanfics and that´s about it.

Thanks for my talk about the Horrible Murder... of Asuka Kazama.

#tekken #tekken 8 #tekken memes #jun kazama #reina mishima #asuka kazama #kazuya mishima

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I had an idea of a au with the pregnancy prompts the “ is… is it mine? ” where Ronnie is becomes pregnant from their friends with benefits days and for some reason couldn't get a hold of him to tell him and now he is back at top gun for the movie events and sees his child for the first time and says the above.

okay i turned this into a bullet list, drawn out thing cause it simply got away from me.....i cannot stop thinking about this concept....you have changed me forever......HERE WE GO

she got long.....comment if you'd like a part 2 lol

Ronnie finds out she's pregnant only a few days after TOPGUN graduation

She's obviously panicked, because she knows Jake is the father, and he just shipped off to the middle of the ocean without giving her any way to get in contact with him. And Bradley...well Bradley just yelled at her to get a life and left to wherever he was being stationed.

Guess she had a life now.

Desperate, because she thinks that Jake at least deserves to know, she calls Bradley even though she doesn't want to. He would find a way to get a hold of Jake. He had to.

"Ronnie? Listen, I'm so sorry - "

"I'm pregnant."

Bradley goes on a rant for at least fifteen minutes about how she and Jake were sneaking around behind his back for a whole year (!!) and "how could you be so irresponsible? letting that asshole get you pregnant?"

He doesn't realize she's crying until it's too late and he's said something else stupid.

"I'm gonna keep the baby," she says, "And I think he deserves to know. But...Brad, I don't know how to get a hold of him. I know he's stationed on a carrier but he didn't tell me which one and I'm kinda freaking out and I'm also kinda terrified cause what the hell am I even doing?"

Bradley relents and tries to find Jake....But he can't. None of his connections seem to know what ship he's on or when he'll be back.

Ronnie takes it as a sign. Jake was always career first anyway. He would see her and the baby as a burden, something holding him back. So after a few days, she tells Brad to give it up. It was meant to be this way. And the chances of her ever seeing him again are slim to none.

She tells Brad, if he ever runs into Jake somewhere, not to tell him about the baby. If it ever comes out from anyone, it should come from her.

So, nine months later, little Maisie Carole Bradshaw is born

And she's the spitting image of her father.

Curly blonde hair and big green eyes - Ronnie swore those Bradshaw genes were gonna be stronger.

Bradley gets stationed in Miramar (thanks Ice) and is there for Ronnie and Maisie. He was there through the whole labor, was the second person to hold Maisie ever, and even for a while lived with Ronnie until she felt comfortable caring for her daughter on her own.

Maisie's first word is Mama....but her second word is Roo

Four years later, though, that top one percent is called back to TOPGUN for a secret mission...And guess who's included on the invite list?

Ronnie still owns The Hard Deck and still runs into him on that first night. He can tell that's hiding something cause she's definitely just avoiding him...more so than you would a normal ex. But then Rooster shows up and Jake forgets about it.

It's not until that day of dogfight football on the beach that Jake finally sees Maisie for the first time.

It was the usual day that Ronnie brought Maisie to the beach, she was teaching her daughter how to surf and she was getting pretty good.

But then all the pilots show up and Ronnie is like "oh no. oh god."

Jake spots Ronnie with the little blonde girl instantly. He asks Phoenix about it cause she seems to be close to Bradley and Ronnie somewhat.

"Who's the kid?"

"Uh...That's her daughter, Maisie."

Jake can't stop staring after that. Cause he knows. He sees that head of blonde hair and those green eyes even from down the beach. It takes a football to the head to get him to stop.

He tries to focus on the game....but he just can't. He can't stop listening to that little girl's shrieking laughter and Ronnie encouraging her as they surfed. He can't stop thinking, wondering.

Is she his?

Ronnie turned her back for just a second as she pulled out her and Maisie's lunch from their picnic basket. But when she looked back to the water where she left Maisie playing, she sees Jake squatted down next to her.

Ronnie's heart drops right through her and to the center of the earth, she's pretty sure.

Maisie was a very extroverted child, could make friends with anyone and carried around no sense for danger, so it wasn't surprising to find her talking to someone she didn't know - showing off the seashells she found to a complete stranger.

If only she knew that man wasn't a stranger at all.

Then Rooster walks up to his niece and she completely forgets Jake is even there as she screams, "Rooster!" She even rooster calls at him with her little arms bent up like wings.

Bradley laughs as he picks her up and carries her over to Ronnie. But over his shoulder, Jake is standing there staring after that little girl with lips pressed into a thin line.

"You should talk to him." Bradley says.

Ronnie relents, allowing Bradley to get out Maisie's lunch as she went over to Jake.

"Hey," she greets him quietly.

"Is...Is she mine?"

"Uh, there's no way to sugarcoat it. Yeah. She is."

Jake puts his hands on his hips. "Why didn't you - "

"You didn't exactly make yourself easy to get a hold of." Ronnie's pissed now. "And you were always babbling on about your career and how you didn't wanna be tied down. I was just a bit of fun, remember? And I...Shit, Jake, I was scared. I was scared and alone and I did what I thought was best for everybody."

"You seriously thought leaving me out of her life was best?"

"Yes! You made it abundantly clear in all the time we spent together that you didn't want the whole wife and kids thing!"

"You don't know what I would've really wanted."

"No, I don't. And now we'll never get to find out."

Her words seem final, and they strike something at Jake's core that makes his hands shake. Then he notices Maisie, sweet, sympathetic Maisie, come up and wrap an arm around her mom's leg. Her big green eyes so much like his own staring up at Jake.

Ronnie huffs before she scoops Maisie up and sets her on her hip, little arms wrapped around her neck and blonde curls falling on her shoulder.

"Goodbye, Jake." Then she turns and walks back to where Bradley is sat waiting.

And he lets them go. Some sort of longing he was only beginning to understand filling his gut.

#annie answers #writing prompt #pregnancy prompt #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fd: top gun #the maisie au #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine

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But genuinely tho, how do you think Bianca, Yoko and Divina are going to react when Enid comes back, as an Alpha, and suddenly takes control in bed.

Wednesday, of course, would love it. She's fascinated by werewolves, so part of her is curious as to what it'd be like to be taken by an Alpha, but another part is happy because it's a new way for her to be with Enid.

But how are Yoko, Divina and Bianca going to react when the girl they're so used to topping, to having under them and begging for them to let her cum, is suddenly towering over them, pinning them to the sofa as she they're pounded away by the Alpha in front of the others for all to see? How are they going to react when they find themselves begging for the Alpha's cock?

Suddenly they're the ones begging for Enid to let them cum, and part of Enid wants to deny them, as a form of domineering punishment for all the times they edged her, but at the same time, she wants them to cum because she can't help but love the way it feels around her new appendage. Plus, she loves finishing inside them (an Alpha loves marking what's theirs, after all)

Hmmm, well I think Yoko definitely takes it the easiest. She's known Enid the longest, Divina knowing her the second longest, and so Yoko probably had some idea that Enid had some dominant genes in her, though probably couldn't have guessed she'd be an alpha. Honestly, Yoko would be totally into it. As a vampire, it's not often she finds someone stronger than her, though a werewolf, an alpha at that, would easily be able to overpower her and fuck, Yoko gets SO turned on by that shit.

Bianca would be the hardest to come to terms with it, but that's only by the metric of Yoko bending over practically the second Enid appears with her new look. Bianca is still pretty easy-going with it and I mentioned it somewhere else, but Bianca is a total pillow princess, so she enjoys getting dicked down by the new alpha version of Enid.

And Divina of course would be pretty much the same as Yoko. They've both known Enid for years, so it's not the biggest surprise in the world that she turned out to be an alpha.

#anon ask #ask answered #nightshade girlfriends #abo dynamics #18+ content #18+ only

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Remember, My Love. (20)

Fandom: Resident Evil 8 Village

Lycan Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, language and Smut

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“So... What do you think?”

These words echoed in their heads as if a blade was falling on them. They expected it, they had guessed Miranda's intentions but... They didn't think it would happen now. What to do? Chris is in the factory; they are on the bridge with Miranda blocking their way waiting for an answer from Aria. And obviously, the "no" does not seem conceivable in her mind. As if she left Aria with no choice but to accept this sacrifice.

“I understand how you must feel. What I'm asking is... inhuman, selfish no doubt in your eyes, because you have just come back after all this time. But I promise you that your sacrifice will not be in vain my dear Aria. Thanks to you, I will get back my little girl... My Eva.” said Miranda.

“Mother Miranda I... If I agree... then I will disappear forever. I owe you my rebirth... and I want to keep it. There must be another solution. I'm sure if you ask the women of the village...” starts Aria.

“But you’re perfect for Eva! Your body is perfectly integrating the mutamycete in itself, allowing you to came back! If I use you to bring Eva back, the chance for it to work will be 100%! You’re the only one I need!”

“I...”

“I won’t. I refuse to let that happen.” said suddenly Karl growling like a beast, taking Aria closer to him.

Miranda watched Karl, the two exchanging an icy look. As if a fight was taking place between them without them moving. Karl tightened his grip on Aria, growling more and more and if the young woman concentrated enough, she could feel that the hands of her love were turning into that of a lycan. He tried to restrain himself, but anger was much stronger than reason. While placing a kiss on her beloved's lips, Karl pulled her back, pushing her back to Arty to protect her. Then he turned his gaze to Miranda, a look filled with hatred and anger.

“Karl... I always knew you were a rebellious spirit... but at this point...” said Miranda calmly.

“A rebellious spirit? Do you consider it a rebellious spirit that I want to protect the love of my life? I believe that we don’t have the same vision of things, Mother. I don't even think we've ever had it. I must confess that I had doubts about you. I had a lot of questions. But over time, I told myself that it was only my imagination, or a ridiculous phase that I was going through. But in the end... I was right.” responds Karl coldly.

“About what?”

“That you’re a perfect b**ch.”

Miranda glared at him. If she could kill him with that alone, she would. And Aria felt it. But still, Miranda laughed out loud at the insult uttered by her "son". Did it make her laugh? But why? A mother as normal, would slap her child for such a statement. And she laughs.

“I find you insulting. I've always been there for you. I gave you everything you could dream of, and that's how you thank me? I am disappointed. Extremely disappointed.” said Miranda.

“Oh, I disappointed you? I don't care anymore! Let's set the record straight "Mother." From the beginning you had organized everything. Since the death of your daughter and the discovery of mutamycete, you knew what you were going to do. You have created a super-powerful guard, us, that you have treated us as if we were your children. But the goal was to see if the mutamycete could fuse with the human gene. Then you did it on yourself. Or maybe even the other way around?” responds Karl.

“Are you suggesting that I mistook you for guinea pigs rather than my children?”

“Oh, but I'm not suggesting it... I confirm it! However, none of us were made to bring your daughter back because let's not be stupid... you know from the beginning that the mutamycete can bring people back to life. So, you have to look and look and look again for a perfect body to host the memory of your girl... and you found it. Aria was perfect. By using her body, you knew it would work. But you wanted to be sure. So, you deterred her body and recovered her memory from the mutamycete to make her come back. And now that you know it works... You want to kill her again to bring your daughter back.”

“Kill her again? What do you mean?” replied Miranda with a disturbing smile.

“That it was you who killed Aria that day.” responds Karl coldly.

Miranda's smile disappeared as soon as it appeared. Aria froze in fright. He was right. Why would a villager kill her when she had done nothing to anyone? It was completely stupid! But Miranda had a reason to do so. And knowing that it was her, the young woman felt like a backstab. Miranda was crazy at this point. She was so obsessed with bringing her daughter back that she was ready for anything. She had no mercy. She never had one. And it was finally coming to light.

Miranda stood in front of them, her eyes blank and her face cold. This confirmed what Karl and Chris had said. Then suddenly she burst out laughing, a crazy, twisted, hysterical laugh. Karl put himself in a defensive position, in case this crazy woman tried something.

“Oh, my dear Karl... I didn't think you were so clever. I underestimated you. I should have been more suspicious of you. Well obviously, you have pierced me up to date... I have no reason to lie now. Yes, it is I who is killed Aria that day. I took on the appearance of a villager and followed you to this place where I shot her. I then pretended not to know anything and once you left.... I carefully deterred Aria and plugged the grave so that no one suspected anything. Then I gave her to the mutamycete which returned her to me as a baby. I couldn't take care of her without arousing suspicion, so I entrusted her to the villagers, who agreed to act by taking the names of Aria's real parents. Then I waited while observing the evolution of this young girl to see when the first signs of her memory would resurface. And then... I launched my plan. Unfortunately, I had not foreseen the arrival of Redfield... I had to improvise with this obstacle. But I have to believe that he managed to turn my creations against me.” she said smiling.

“You filthy b**ch... * Responds Karl.

“I thought things would be so much simpler... but I have to believe that I was wrong. Give me Aria, Karl. I am on the verge of being reunited with my dear and tender Eva... I won't let you ruin everything.”

“You can always die. I'll stop you... and Redfield will make your skin.”

“Oh, I see...so you betrayed me for Redfield. I don’t see why I will hold back now. I will take Aria with me... by will or force. And if I have to kill you all... I will not hesitate for a moment.”

It was then that bats attacked Miranda who protected herself with her arms. Alcina appeared with her daughters behind them, posting all 4 of them alongside Karl. Aria smiled, she was happy to see that she and her daughters had come to help them.

“Sorry Mother. But it is out of the question that I let you do it.” said Alcina.

“Oh Alcina. You too betray me... You'd rather help a man who isn't really your brother, than help your poor mother... You grieve me...” responds Miranda.

“We may not be a blood brother and sister, but I consider him as such! and my brother's happiness will come first. You are no longer my mother... you are no more than a monster that I have to eliminate.”

“So, I'm not going to bother with you and your daughters either. If you want to prevent me from reaching my goal.... So, I have to kill you. All of you.”

“Mother!” said the 3 girls behind Alcina.

“My Darlings Take Aria in a safety place in the factory! and find Redfield! We're going to need him!”

“He's with Urias! Arty! take them there! Come on!” said Karl before attracting all the metal to him.

Arty screamed before taking the 4 ladies on his back and passing Miranda with a vertiginous jump to rush to the factory. Karl and Alcina stayed on deck to confront their "mother". For his part, Chris and Urias were moving in the factory, when the giant stopped sharply, sniffing the air before starting to growl. Chris turned to him, frowning. Unfortunately, a bad foreboding was running through his spine.

“What's going on? Have you seen or felt something?” he said looking at Urias.

“CHRIIIIIIIIS !!!!” suddenly scream Aria.

The latter raised his head and saw Arty, accompanied by the 4 young women on his back jumping in their direction. He backed up to allow the creature to land without crushing him and Aria, as well as the 3 Dimitrescu girls get down. The young woman rushed to Chris and hugged him, trembling and almost crying.

“Aria? What’s going on? Are you ok?” asks Chris.

“I am. But...Miranda’s here. She wants to catch me. Alcina and Karl are facing her in order to stop her. But I'm afraid they will fail and get killed! I beg you Chris, go help them they need you!” responds the young woman.

“Where are they?”

“On the bridge before the factory. Karl and I was on our way back when Miranda arrived to stop us on the bridge. Chris this woman is completely crazy we must stop her!”

“And we will. Stay here. You 4 too. You will protect Aria. Lock yourself in a place where she will never be able to find you. Keep it with you. If there's anything, Aria, you call me with it, Got it?” said Chris giving the talkie walkie to Aria.

“Got it. Chris...please don't let Karl and Alcina die.”

“Don't worry. It's not in my plans.” replied Chris.

Chris, followed by Urias, went up via the elevator to quickly reach Karl and Alcina on the bridge. They had to hurry up or our Lords would risk being killed. No time to contact the team. When they arrived on the bridge, Alcina and Karl were with their backs to them, their clothes torn, blood running slightly down their arms, pieces of metal lying all over a bridge that was on the verge of collapse. But they were still alive, in bad shape, but still alive. Miranda stood in the air, her black wings spread, without any injury, without the slightest scratch... She was clearly in a position of strength but this did not discourage the 2 Lords. Far from it. That's when she saw Chris and Urias and her gaze became darker. Colder. more deadly.

“Redfield.” she simply said.

“Miranda...” he simply responds.

“It took you a while... Aria and the others are safe?” said Karl with a weak smile.

“They are. And sorry for the wait. Your factory is unfortunately too deep. And your elevator not fast enough.”

“Hahaha... Even in a situation like this... you find a way to joke or tease me. You're starting to please me, Redfield.”

“We'll joke about that later if you want, gentlemen. And if we still alive. At the moment we have another problem to deal with.” said Alcina, Staring at Miranda.

Miranda took turns looking at them before giving them a more than unhealthy smile. That twisted smile that showed the true side of her personality. So, they all wanted to confront her and kill her. She was waiting for them with firm feet. Nothing will stop her from accomplishing her plan. And certainly not these good-for-nothings. And before getting into the fight, she pulled out these simple words:

“Come. And face your fate.”

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(One Piece Red is released on August 10 in France! if you knew how much I can't wait to see it in cinema! So far, I've never been disappointed by One Piece’s movies, so I think I wouldn't be disappointed by this one! So, what about you? Will you see it when it comes out or will you wait a little? I hope you enjoy this chapter! Have a great week everyone! See ya!)

#Re8 #Chris Redfield #karl x female reader #re8 village #re8 fanfiction #Lycan Karl Heisenberg #Karl Heisenberg

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lavolien · 1 month

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Dead By Daylight height headcanons part TWO

original male survivors!

dwight fairfield: 5'6 that is a little dude to me

jake park: 5'11 I LOVE YOU JAKE PARK

ace visconti: 5'8 the argentinian-italian genes in this man go crazy i know it

david king: 6'1 he has to be a big dude to win his fights!!

adam francis: 5'9.5 not sure why but i also think its silly that nea would be taller than him because i hc he tutors her :3

jeff johansen: 6'2 i doubt anyone will disagree jeff has to be a big guy

felix richter: 5'8.5 he's german so not massive but i feel like hes definitely below average for german men, i dont really know why? just vibes i guess

jonah vasquez: 5'6 partially because i hate him partially vibes

vittorio toscano: 5'9 because he's from the 1300s and from my research, men in the 1300s were shorter than today. i don't think hes super short though as his physical build does not look like a shorter man

renato lyra: 5'6.5 partially because he is brazilian and partially because i see him as just a little guy so he's shorter in my eyes :3

gabriel soma: 6'1, due to him being a test tube baby i feel like he was engineered to be taller and stronger in order to be proficient in most things. though i'd love to think he was shorter, i truly think he has to be pretty tall because of all this - plus since he's from the future, men from that time are likely taller on average!

bonus, since she wasnt released when i made the female version, sable is 5'9! im not fully sure why but i think tall girls r so awesome so :3

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd survivor #dbd headcanons #survivor headcanons #i love the men in this game so much #except jonah. do not ever show me jonah vasquez #jonah vasquez you WILL be dealt with.#i love gabriel soma tho :3

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i was thinking about it and i realised that i had sort of subconsciously been under the impression that atla was one of those star wars situations that tells you anyone can be magic but in actuality every major plotpoint just ties back to one single family every time (some of you may be saying “but rey wasnt a skywalker!” to which i respond “who was the primary antagonist then wiseguy” but this post isnt actually about star wars so fuck me ig) anyway what im getting at is, other than zuko, whose major theme is his relationship with his family and therefore with his nation as a whole (and also he was actual royalty so it was inevitable tbh), every single other main character’s parents were not explicitly benders, or were nonbenders. aangs parents arent ever even shown! i mean for a show where its canon that magic is genetic, they do a waaaayyyyyy better job at delivering the “anyone can be a hero” storyline than media that actually textually tells that story lmao

not only is the show about children, its also about lots of marginalised groups. all the characters are POC, toph is blind, katara is a girl (toph is obviously also a girl but her character doesnt really explore misogyny like katara ykwim?), sokka is just some guy even in the context of the magic system, even aang — the literal chosen one!!!! — is just a random kid who also happens to be the reincarnation of the most powerful spirit in the galaxy or whatever (thats a recurring theme of the show actually), and zuko ,who is the most nepo baby protagonist, isnt actually the prodigy of his family and is instead frequently upstaged by his little sister lol

like it would have been so easy to do a “and guess what the reason toph is such a great bender is because she’s secretly king bumi’s great niece!!!!!!” reveal, which is such a classic plot twist that tbh its barely a twist these days, but instead toph was a badass specifically because of the unique perspective she gained by being disabled and the way that allowed her to connect with the world around her ie the badgermoles — thats a way stronger story! the only relationship reveal we get (other than i guess aang learning he’s the avatar which kind of maybe counts??) is zuko learning he’s related to roku which. i mean he was already a nepo baby so it doesnt detract from his agency really and in fact reinforces his recurring “there are two wolves” conflict, which up to that point was mostly shown through azula and iroh (think his ba sing se fever dream wherein there were two dragons inside him voiced by azula and iroh respectively one advocating good the other evil, foreshadowing the final conflict of the season where he must choose between azula and iroh and he backslides in his moral arc by choosing azula which is a really cool narrative choice that tbh now that im thinking about it i probably should have made this tangent its own post but we’re here now ig)

also i was thinking about how bending is genetic but also skips generations (neither kya nor hakoda is a bender, and we dont know of any grandparent other than gran gran, who is a nonbender, and i think its a dominant gene bc ursa wasnt a bender to my knowledge but zuko and azula are, so probably neither kya nor hakoda had bender parents, but obviously katara is a bender, but sokka isnt, plus there were identical twins in the volcano episode where only one was a bender which does confuse me scientifically but i dropped science so whatever) and bending is shown as common enough that probably everyone has atleast one ancestor who is a bender so tbh it sort of circles back to being random lol

this post is really just me thinking out loud (well not. out loud. bc its written. you get it) so it might not be coherent but idk its another way that atla is very clever and has effective storytelling and creates themes subtextually etc etc ok thanks

#christ this ended up a bit long #atla #analysis #? tbh i dont think this counts as analysis but tags r hard idk #look i had to think about punnet squares for a tmblr post about a 20 year old nick jr show cut me some slack #im good at maths and english so science had to be my dump stat it is what it is #also semi related writing this post made me realise i dont pronounce the a in and which. its always weird to analyse your own accent idk

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demonsfate · 2 months

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Julia anon, I just thought the idea of Julia & Jin would be cute, but I suppose the fact Julia was a secret character instead of a base roster character in Tekken 3 kind of only added some separation to them, at least in my mind, since why care about the bonus character if they have to be unlocked?

But I most came to the conclusion of "Jin & Julia should have been friends at least" because it felt like they only made Julia to be Michelle's stand-in with some story continuation of the Chang story before trying to figure a direction for her in later games.

Though on idea I'd have would be a gameplay thing, only thanks to the foresight of Tekken 5 having her try to reason with King to drop his grudge against Marduk, and her becoming JayCee in Tag 2 would be having it so in-story and gameplay, Julia would have more wrestling moves into her move-set than she did already because she would have been training with King and Armor King (before AK's death by Marduk) to help become stronger in the two-year gap between Tekken 3 & 4 because if she is to help Jin, she wants to be able to help combat the Tekken Force better should they get involved.

Again, just my ideas for her, I also have ideas for what I'd have done for 4's roster as a whole, and some ideas for my Tekken 5 as a result of what I'd have done, which includes dropping Jinpachi for a returning Ogre.

Considering they made her an e-girl streamer in TK7, it still kinda feels like they don't know what to do with her character. And really, Tekken 3 was filled with more characters meant to replace the legacy than just Julia. Jin was obvs meant to replace his parents, more so Kazuya. (As apparently, Jun was legit planned on the game but was scrapped) and Forest was meant to replace Marshall. And well, King II replaced King I, and Kuma II replaced Kuma I. For some reason, Forest was replaced back with Marshall in the later games yet Julia stayed instead of Michelle. I'm not sure why they used Marshall again? Maybe his character received better reception despite the fact that Forest looked damn near identical to Marshall lol. Of course, Julia remained because older women scare the series.

I think Jin and Julia definitely would've been friends. I actually had an old headcanon that I never really utilized on this blog that Jun was friends with Michelle during the second tournament. And although they never saw each other in person again (due to one living in the States and the other in Japan) - Jun still kept in touch with Michelle long distance, through writing letters. I thought about Julia being Jin's pen pal because of this.

These ideas sound pretty interesting! Honestly, I would've loved to see the JayCee persona become canon over her streamer persona. It was more interesting imo, and I preferred the design. Plus, it gives us a female wrestler.

Aw, but Jinpachi is cool. However, I do find it kinda weird that we haven't seen Ogre's return yet. After all, Azazel came back before Ogre??? Literally the most infamous boss in the series??? I get that Azazel is the origin of the devil gene, but still. As somebody who has my own ideas for my own adaptation of the games, I'm interested in your ideas! Although, I'd say my own aren't as canon divergent... but I guess I do have some different ideas. (Obviously, T6 would be the one I change the most due to not agreeing with it in the first place, and making Devil J the actual antagonist instead of Jin. But I also have ideas of how Asuka will actually play a big role in T5 and T6 and she'll actually be very important. As well as weird ideas such as Lucky Chloe being involved in T6 instead of T7, and Paul being a more serious character who DID win the 3rd tournament (even if Jin beat Ogre's final form) and him going through his "rich asshole" phase like we saw in his T4 ending. Among other ideas I have.) What are your ideas? Why would Ogre return and how? :>

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ivegottale · 1 year

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TRANS-GENDER......

I'm sorry but us women have worked very hard to get to the place we are today. In the work place, to elections, to sports. Just doesn't seem very balanced today. Did anyone ask us women for our opinion thee invasion to public restrooms, locker rooms or body mutilation to the under developed brain of a child. That's a women's job. Is to Bare & raise the children. Here are my thoughts on the subject.

1) Sports: Men are stronger than women. Not only do men have more muscle mass but we are designed different than men. Bone density is different. Men think more by logic. Where women are more on feelings.

2) We are throwing modesty right out the window. We already have a problem with girls acting like pigs. A term we used to describe some men who have behaved like pigs. Opportunity low hanging fruit women are giving the rest of the team a bad reputation. All around the world an American women is the least desirable female to wife amongst internationals. No man wants a women that has been around the block a few times or has no moral compass. There's an old saying; "Men undress you with their eyes." Seems to me, society just wants us undressed.

3) The fracturing of the English language. We already pronounce vase & harassment incorrectly. I'm not willing to change the way I was taught to speak for anybody. (It's 'hair-es-ment" not 'har-rass-ment. ). I'm not willing to entertain a person's delusion by going along with it. I have a saying I made up a longtime ago when I was dating a habitual liar. "If it's snowing outside and you come to my door selling ice. Doesn't mean I gooda buy it.". I'm not changing my pronouns for the sake of someone's BPD. (borderline personal disorder)

4) Mutilation of an under aged adult or child. If one can't smoke, drink, vote or get a tatoo before their 18 or 21. They certainty can not make an irreversible decision like this. The doctors that perform these procedures should be stripped of their licenses. a) It's a very dangerous surgery. b) It leaves a very bad scar. c) Why are we so determined to push these bata blocker medications into our children. We are still fighting ritalin from being used. I think it's just another way to get these pharmaceutical companies to get rich quick by prescribing something that would be taken for life from the time they are an adolescent or since abortion is off the table. They need to compensate somewhere else to maintain their lifestyle. So they came up with this brilliant idea.

4) Transgender doesn't exist. There are men and there are women. We think differently, feel differently, and react differently. Our genes determine that with a XY or a XX. Just because one saids it enough or long enough doesn't make it true. Hollywood has been paying male actors to put on a dress on film for years. A very prominent actor have been offered as much as $50 million dollars to perform this humiliation. I guess the elite know the U. S. is in a real financial crisis right now and trying to figure out how to hang onto their cash but not at the expense of their entertainment game they play with us "ordinaries" without digging into their pockets anymore.

If we keep pushing this issue. It's going to get a lot of people killed or get off scott free for murder. Murders won't need to hide the bodies anymore. All they have to do is cross dress the person and call it self-defence.

(one of my other little sayings)

"The kidnapper or rapist doesn't get you in the back of their van because they were mean."

Think we all need a course in "Charm School" and stop devaluing women.

This sounds more like, a war against evil and Gods design.

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sidemari · 3 years

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ღ Genshin Impact boys as dads ღ

Pairings: Diluc, Childe, Thoma x Fem!Reader

A/N: Many weeks ago a lovely anon asked me for more 'domestic' boys texts. I guess here they are and hopefully you guys will like them... Ignore any mistakes, please!

Pic by @rebeccapitcheryorkshire on Pinterest!

Diluc 🦉

He was extremely happy with the news, even without showing that much.

He supported you with all his being throughout your entire pregnancy and he couldn't be more excited about meeting his own baby.

You often suffered with cravings and the worst ones were always about wanting grape juice.

"Diluc... Diluc, please, wake up"

"Uh? Are you... fine? Oh gods- the baby-"

"No, no, love, I'm fine. It's just... Could you bring me some grape juice?"

"It's... It's 3 in the morning, (Name)"

"Pleaseee 'Luc... In like two minutes you can go downstairs and bring me one cup of it :("

"I thought you didn't like grape juice that much-"

"The kid developed your genes, sir. Now bring that juice before I snap at you"

"Archons... Alright, you call the shots, babe, I'll be right back" [...]

Your son was born almost the same day as Diluc's birthday and he looked like a copy of his father. When he got older, however, his personality was almost like yours and Diluc loved that, since he appreciated your way of being.

Your husband was a present and extremely caring dad and his distant composure never showed up whenever his son was next to him.

Diluc enjoyed spending time with his baby and perhaps he spent more time with your son than you did yourself.

Your husband cooked different foods every single week and his son was always excited about trying them.

Your son received a vision while still being really young and Diluc was the one who trained him to become stronger.

Overall, the pyro user was extremely devoted to his parenthood and he was willing to have a second child with you, if you were interested enough with that thought.

Childe 🌊

He just spoils his baby so much.

And by his baby I mean you and of course your child.

The day you told him you were pregnant was one of the only occasions you saw his "cool guy" facade fading away for some minutes.

"R-Really?"

"Yes love, why would I lie about being pregnant?"

"That's... That's awesome, baby!" Childe was actually astonished, but you could see the happiness on his face.

Your pregnancy went surprisingly smoothly with the help of Ajax. He loved tending to your cravings and he was interested by the way your body changed while carrying his baby. He didn't enjoy whenever you basically obligated him massage your ankles or your lower back nor he understood your mood swings really well, but he was always there for you.

Your kid was born on Snezhnaya, while you and Childe were on vacation. Your son was way too anxious to wait until you both arrived your house in Liyue to be born, so when your water broke while you played a little with Teucer in the snow you almost panicked. (Actually you did, lol)

The little boy looked exactly like Childe and it was almost irritating you that you had carried that baby for so long just to him not even look a little like you.

You had to control Tartaglia with his constant need to give your baby everything that he could afford, because in your own words, your son would become 'a spoiled little one' and that was the last thing you wanted.

Your son ended having a personality much like his father and both of them almost made you crazy with all their pranks and jokes.

Thoma 🎋

Thoma was a complete sweetheart with you since the discovery of your pregnancy until the birth of your little girl. He took with ease every responsibility that came with her afterwards and he was an awesome dad.

He actually cried the day you told him you were carrying his child and he couldn't be more proud of you and your strength.

After the day of your labor, he caught himself missing your pregnancy belly almost everyday for the first months after your babygirl was born.

While you were still carrying your child, one of Thoma's favorite things to do was cuddling and talking to your tummy. His heart always skipped a beat whenever he felt the baby kicking or moving around.

During giving birth to your girl you almost broke Thoma's hand due holding it so hardly.

You also cursed him a lot about getting you pregnant, but you apologized to him afterwards, even though he kept saying to you you shouldn't be sorry at all because giving birth was extremely hard for you to control your words. (Poor baby </3)

Your daughter's first words was "Dada" and you couldn't be happier about it (well, at least you felt less worse about your husband's suffering in the day she was born).

When she grew up older, she often stole your make-up, nail polish and accessories to dress up Thoma and he always left her do whatever she pleased with him.

One of your favorite memories was the night you arrived home tired, only to have your energies recharged by seeing your lover trying to take off the nail art your daughter had done on him.

"Thoma, baby, you have to use acetone. Water and soap won't take that off"

"Oh gods, really?"

"Yeah, come here, I will help you"

"What don't I agree with just to see my little princess happy..."

"By saying that... Where is she?"

"She's sleeping like a rock. She passed the entire afternoon putting make-up on me and painting my nails. She's exhausted with all her hard work :)"

"Poor Thoma... You're an amazing dad, you know that?"

#diluc fluff #diluc x reader #childe fluff #childe x reader #thoma fluff #thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff

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animeomegas · 3 years

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I read the Naruto Omega request with the alpha commenting about how their kid is just like their Omega (and I loved it so much) but what if the kid is just like their Alpha parent? Like the Alpha hit copy/paste of their kid and it's obvious to everyone, especially their Omega parent.

(Hehe, the reverse, interesting! I got a bit carried away in some places, but this was really fun to write! Enjoy~)

Naruto - Naruto knows his pup looks a lot like his alpha, but they're also like him!! He can see it just fine! You see the way they don't like reading kanji? He didn't like reading kanji when he was their age! You see the way they scratch their head sometimes? He does that too! As far as he's concerned there is lots of him in his child and he doesn't know why no one else seems to see it. He will definitely dress them in the worst orange clothes and style their hair like his to try and get everyone else to notice the similarities.

"No, Kakashi sensei, you don't get it! I had to walk past Ichiraku's the other day and my pup started to cry because we were in too much of a rush to go in. They have great taste, just like me, believe it!"

Sasuke - Sasuke didn't think he was the sort to care that much, but he's honestly a little shocked. Uchiha genes are crazy strong, and he's surprised that his alpha's genes are apparently stronger. He also gets kinda embarrassed because he spent his whole pregnancy telling you that the pup was probably going to look a lot like him and he was very obviously wrong about that. But in the end, he honestly kind of likes it. He doesn't have the best self-esteem and he definitely holds a somewhat subconscious belief that the Uchiha bloodline is cursed, so he finds it relaxing for his pup to look so much like his alpha. It makes him feel like they have a chance at a good life, something he didn't even realise he was worried about beforehand. He prefers his pup to look as much like his alpha as possible.

"Huh," said Naruto, giving Sasuke's pup a glance. "If you were an alpha, I'd say your mate cheated on you, but I guess the pup came out of you, so I suppose you're all good."

"Tch, idiot," Sasuke scoffed, gently brushing his child's hair (his alpha's hair that he loved so much) from her eyes. "Don't be so crude."

Shino - He doesn't really notice, not at first, too enamoured by the fact that his pup is beautiful and amazing and someone him and his mate created together. But after a few comments from others, he starts to realise how little of him seemed to be part of that creation, and he gets a bit melancholic about it. Don't get him wrong, he thinks his alpha has amazing genetics and he loves them both but... he's been excluded from a lot in his life and the fact that he appears to have been excluded from this as well. It hurts. Thankfully, as soon as the pup is old enough to start dressing in the Aburame clan clothes, everyone immediately starts calling them a mini-Shino, telling him how much like their father they are etc. He always puffs up in pride and it doesn’t take long for his friends to notice and they make sure to say that as much as possible to him. I imagine his alpha also picks up on it and goes out of their way to point out the similarities.

"I had to pull him away from exploring in the woods today," you inform Shino, having just walked in from a walk with your pup to allow Shino some peace to clean the kitchen. "He didn't like being told he wasn't old enough yet. Much like someone else I used to know~"

"Is that so?" Shino felt like his heart might burst from happiness that his child loved looking for bugs in the woods as much as he did. "I'll have to take him there tomorrow. Why? Because I want him to be happy."

Shikamaru - If his child doesn't learn to appreciate the beauty of a nap soon, Shikamaru may just have to disown him. He's joking, of course, but he's another one who firmly believed in the dominant genes in his clan, so he is shocked to find that there is now a tiny clone of his alpha running around their house. His pup and his mate gang up on him all the time… poor long suffering Shikamaru. Apart from missing valuable napping/cloud gazing time, Shikamaru doesn't care that much, although he finds it distantly amusing that the future clan head looks nothing like a Nara. Maybe they’ll gain more of his traits as they get older, maybe they won’t, they’re his precious little pup either way.

“If I promise to give you some chocolate later, will you come and take a nap with daddy?”

“No, no, no! Don’t want to! Want to play!”

Shikamaru just let out a long-suffering sigh and resigned himself to being awake for the whole day. Troublesome.

Neji – Neji is so fucking over the moon, he can’t even put it into words. The second he sees his child’s eyes for the first time, Neji starts to cry. They have your eyes. In other words, they have no chance of developing the Byakugan and therefore no need to be given the caged bird seal. The weight that lifts off his shoulders is massive. He has no room in his emotions for any sadness that his pup doesn’t look like him, because he knows how unbelievably lucky he got with this.

You sat by Neji’s bedside, pup cradled in their arms, as you waited for him to come to after the c-section surgery.

When Neji’s eyes finally fluttered open, he immediately focused on the bundle in your arms.

“It’s a little girl,” you answered, understanding his silent question. “Either a beta or an omega.”

Neji didn’t speak, simply holding out his arms to take his daughter from his mate. But just as they transferred him his pup, they whispered something in his ear.

“She has my eyes.”

An unremarkable statement to most, but Neji startled and checked immediately. You were right. She had your eyes.

Exhausted, Neji burst into tears, leaning on his alpha for support and mentally thanking every power that may be for this miracle.

Iruka – Iruka doesn’t have any strong feelings either way. He just wanted someone to love and nurture, what they look like doesn’t mean anything to him. In fact, he’s pretty happy that his pup and his alpha are so similar because it makes him feel like he knows how to parent successfully. He knows his alpha better than anyone after all, so a pup who has the same personality and motivations should be easier for him to parent. He acknowledges every comment about how much his pup looks like you with a laugh. It’s true and it is a little amusing how similar the two of you are. (Also, does Iruka take all your baby photos and then stage matching ones with your pup because he thinks it’s cute how similar you are? Absolutely.)

“Here, if you eat all your vegetables, you can have some of this afterwards,” Iruka promised to his pup, brandishing a plate of both his mate’s and his pup’s favourite food. Without even a moment of consideration, his pup started to eat his vegetables.

Iruka smiled to himself. Works every time. (On both the most important people in his life.)

Itachi – Much like Neji, he’s very relieved that his child is unlikely to be able to unlock the Sharigan. The sharigan has brought Itachi very little good and so much suffering, so knowing his child can avoid that makes him extremely happy. Not to mention, the elders pretty much discard his pup as unimportant immediately, just how Itachi likes it, and while they do start harassing him about having more children, he would much rather that they were bothering him than his baby. He doesn’t let himself be disappointed that his child doesn’t look much like him. He has a healthy and happy pup that he loves with all his heart, and who is free from the perpetual harassment from the Uchiha elders. That’s the best situation he could have asked for.

“They don’t look like an Uchiha,” a blunt twelve-year-old Sasuke said, tilting his head at the bundle in his brother’s arms like he’d never seen a baby before.

Itachi didn’t take any offence and laughed softly, still very weak from the birth.

“Well, technically they are only half-Uchiha,” Itachi answered, absently stroking his pup’s head. “And I think they’re perfect.”

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