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chibishortdeath · 6 months

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did you know Dissonance also has the Simon wraith.

Yes! And if I remember correctly they are found in the Wailing Way and the Shrine of the Apostates (also known as Heretic’s Grave) both in castle B, which is near where the Smiling Statue (which looks a lot like Carmilla) can be found. :3

Also, the Energy Circle being found here, over a particular seemingly important marble coffin no less, is interesting considering it’s the whip upgrade that lets Juste spin the whip like Simon can in CV4 (albeit in way more neat of a circle lol).

Also on the topic of items, there’s a lot of interesting furniture descriptions too.

The Hero Statue and the Tall Clock seem pretty obvious. Simon would’ve been the most recent hero of the time and really the first of his family to get very much respect for it. The clock just directly mentions Juste’s ‘granddad’ so like yeah.

The Smiling Statue just straight up looks like Carmilla’s mask and is probably a Jojo reference since Carmilla is one lmao anyway but I’m not sure why she’s called a Goddess here, pretty interesting. These other two just had some weird descriptions of a presence in general.

The only thing I can’t figure out is who the Sage Statue is even supposed to be. The other two seem to have a pattern, so I’d expect like a Skull Statue or something to be Death/Dracula (as he was a skeleton ghost in Simon’s Quest) or something, but no it’s just some old guy. Maybe he’s looking so smug because he knows he’s out of place and messing with us lol. And the names of the statues also have some kind of relation to who they are (Carmilla smiles, Simon is regarded as a legendary hero) but the word ‘Sage’ just kinda doesn’t relate to any character I can think of other than like idk one of the random old guy towns people, but why would he get a statue? It’s odd, hopefully I’ll figure it out eventually tho.

Harmony of Dissonance has a lot of really interesting details in it, especially Simon’s Quest references, that make sense considering it takes place right after it and revolves around the plot of Maxim trying to recreate the glory of that last Dracula battle from it while not knowing the context behind why Simon did that, so they’re pretty intertwined in that way, it’s really cool :D!!!

I should probably make more general long analysis posts about these kinds of things sometime if I can actually gather everything into one place, cause this kind of random detail gathering stuff is really fun hehe >:3c. This also kinda just ended up a rant that left the topic and went to others so whoopsie (XwX)

#castlevania #castlevania games #text post #simon belmont #simon’s quest #castlevania harmony of dissonance #OoE also has a loooot of little references and stuff too like #I should do a long post on that hmmm #SotN has some #heck Richter’s downfall plot is partially a reference #it follows the formula of Belmont beats Dracula thinks everything is ok something goes wrong after a significant time skip #something that Belmont’s Revenge also follows!!!#and so does Harmony of Dissonance accept this time without the first dracula and also not a belmont gets possessed whoops—#Castlevania loves to repeat itself like this in different ways and I love it too it’s real for that #yada yada something ‘if you don’t learn history you’re doomed to repeat it’#the Simon wraiths are so cool tho I wanna see Konami do as much weird ominous things they can with them #but konami is a coward and wont #they won’t even make a new game boooooo throwing tomatos #GoS doesn’t count I see that game as canon as Fire Emblem Heroes is to Fire Emblem (Aka not and I don’t like it)#(this is coming from someone who does like non canon entries like CotM too so—)#theory dump #I think???#ask post

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ultravioart · 1 year

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Also, this looks so close to canon that I'm just going to call it for the Dominion au and general WoY headcanon: Lord Dominator is wearing wide pants split down the sides: That's how she can have a leg out on either side, or have either side covered, and it still looks like it's a skirt.

#Woy #Wander Over Yonder #Lord Dominator #I know in canon she wears a skirt but....#this is better imo and explains how the heck her “skirt” is even cut on either side.#also fully covered for battle #gif #text #pants that look like a skirt AND has pockets???? Epic and cool.

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sugarschnaps · 8 months

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Johnny is very MCR and I will take no criticisms on my opinion here

"The Sharpest Lives" is my whole reason to say this, like I'm screaming there is literally so much Johnny energy in the lyrics and I just cannot PLEASE listen if you haven't already

Tbh tho I am an MCR enjoyer myself so it might just be a poorly disguised comfort HC

He is so messed up but I just know his whole vibe music wise is straight fire like

#johnny slaughter #he has fire music taste #this is canon #Gun interactive can FIGHT ME on this #I know it isn't time accurate but SHH #I want to see those cool video edit things but specifically of him and to this song #Heck I might even do it #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny tcm #headcanon #his music taste is fire I will say it again

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harperaccount · 4 months

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Headcanons people!

#I headcanon her as:#Autistic #genderfluid #A lesbian #That her name is Evilin #Maybe Adhd? i dont know #that she reads fanfiction #A slytherin (and I headcanon snow as a Ravenclaw)#As actually cool and funny #As that she loves double meanings/references/hidden meanings/sarcastic things/things that have other/different meanings or just meanings #having a dark/twisted sence of humor #that she jokes about her destiny (even though she loves her destiny and is proud of it)#That her favorite colour is blue 🔵#That she has sensory issues (this one there is kind of proof of in canon)#that she has a SICK music taste #phonk/rock/ just great stuff and edit audios tho thats not all she listents to #that she loves the word WICKED #that she (literally) stole the rainbow #“the gays stole the rainbow” HECK YES WE DID #That she is in love with her rival #that she actually loves animals especially birds and dragons #eah #eah parents #eah headcanons #eah evil queen #the evil queen #teenage Evil queen #ever after high

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asmodeus-snoof · 2 years

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wait, can a non canon version/characterization of a character become a comfort character in itself? like, can you exclusively like that one interpretation of the character even if it's not official? is it valid? /genuine

#kitten posts things #kitten's box of thoughts #I'm really curious about it #because like. if the character differs a LOT in that interpretation with how they're being portrayed in canon #is it like. the same character?#for example. in my case there's especifically jet the hawk and silver the hedgehog.#I like them as characters in the sonic franchise but I wouldn't call them comforts per sé. more like. friendly nuisances. they're cool.#but then there's the RTF videos from Snapcube #and their portrayals in both RTF and Sonic Destruction are just. my absolute favorites.#I have a newfound appreciation since like a year ago for jet thanks to that interpretation #but fandub! jet has to be my favorite version of his character *yet* (pun intended)#so like. is it valid? is it not?#another example but not really because it's definitely not the same case #would be vernias' interpretation with his friends of the dreamland quartet #like I adore both canon and fanon interpretations of them. heck. I even like their versions in the anime.#so it's not the same as the situation with silver and jet #but for example. his bandee interpretation has become one of my favorites and even my personal headcanon in voice and personality for him #and the krtdl movie quickly became my comfort stream highlights. I'm not kidding #and their versions of the characters too. they greatly differ from the canon yet they're also so in character in a way #duke's constant deaths and superiority complex but care for his friends. and harry's traumatized memelord dedede. and geno route kirbykid #they're just so much fun #so. can those become comfort characters? or do they get a different denomination?#comfort interpretations? comfort headcanons? idk #kitten rambles on tags yet again

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the-breath-in-air · 1 year

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Okay so... @sleevebuscemii had this post about how it'd be amazing if Daniel & Louis were endgame. And 1: yes that would be amazing. But also 2:

WHAT IF what happens in season 2 is that Daniel starts remembering some Devil's Minion shit that happened between him and Armand in the 70s/80s. And he figures out that his bad memory of the time isn't just because of drug use, but actually because Armand fucked with his memory.

And then simultaneously Louis starts figuring out some shit about what happened with Armand, Lestat and Claudia in the Théâtre des Vampires in Paris. Like, shit that maybe Armand had been keeping from Louis all this time.

And it's through both of them discovering the ways Armand has lied to them that they end up growing closer to each other.

And then Daniel has some sort of a health emergency. And Armand decides to turn Daniel, despite knowing Daniel doesn't want it, just because he doesn't want Daniel to die. And then Louis has to help Daniel figure out being a vampire for a bit. And they figure out a way to leave Armand, somehow.

And then through all that they fall in love and ride off into the sunset together. Daniel always keeping Louis honest with well timed snark. And Louis helping Daniel reconcile with his daughters, because Louis never got a chance to reconcile with his sister.

And like, they both get a healthy relationship finally.

#this diverges from canon so much that i don't think it's going to happen #but it'd be so cool if it did #interview with the vampire #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #daniel malloy #what the heck is the louis and daniel ship name?#amc interview with the vampire #amc iwtv

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fryordie · 2 years

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@sebastianshaw | continued from: x

“That much is correct, aye. You would do well to see that it remains that way, mortal. As for the past... I could care less about our proximity, nor the Avengers at that. And where the matter your offer is concerned, aye, I accept, be it palatable or otherwise.” For at a minimum, he guessed such drink should be of higher quality than the slop currently at this disposal.

“See to it that my thirst is quenched, and I give my word that I will not cause a ruckus.” On any other occasion, the unworthy one would be spoiling for a fight. However, given his already tenuous standing amongst his allies, as well as the identity of the man that stood across from him, he settled for offering warnings instead. “But fail at this, Sebastian Shaw, and there will be Hel to pay.”

#sebestianshaw #hey there! same here so it's really great to have these two meeting now!#i'll give it a go with my 616 thor so #no worries though! i haven't read any of the marvel stuff in ages but i do have a cursory knowledge of shaw #so yeah learning via rp all the way!#and heck for real? that's amazing haha!#the last time i read a marvel comic the avengers were operating out of a dead celestial #but i've always got a soft spot for the mansion #so i'm cool with giving the ol' canon a bit of a spin!#alsooo sorry for how much of a grump he is rn!

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viviskull · 8 months

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@faztastiic | Accepting

"Have you found any decent clues?"

"Not if ya keep using your vocal motors while I poke around, Fred." While having some screwdrivers and wrenches may not be the most comfortable to have in your mouth as the only mechanic that still came around for the nightshift had been poking around in your mechanical throat, there wasn't much she could do about it currently. With the machine that normally helped power down the fine codings and binds of your inner workings shut down for repairs, most of you and the gang had to malfunction at the worst time possible for this fragile procedure. Your jaw wasn't working right, as Vivi's been told by your recounts, and your only mechanic was doing what she could to find the source of your phantom pain.

Did animatronics' normally feel pain like this though in their metal jaw? If not for your mechanic's lack of fear of having her fingers cut off, who knows if any of the day ones would be much help either. Already having to settle your head in this dame's lap, you were met with a raised eyebrow and curious gaze from above.

"I didn't take ya as someone to be this fidgety." She retracts the screwdriver she had been using to keep your mouth ajar, if only to give it a small rest. Although she does lightly joke at the small case of your subtle nervousness, she was often the little few that actually took their time trying to see what the main sources of your gangs' physical issues. "I'm guessing ya're getting a bit nervous about your show tomorrow?" She tilts her head. "Or is there something ya wanna tell me, big guy?"

#What's up? {Ask Blog}#Who are you? {NonAnon}#Ah! I love acting! {RP Thread}#Write it down! {Canon}#Ooo! You look so cool! {Vivi}#Icon Cred: starcre8tor #faztastiic #How the heck did I get into this mess? {FNAF Verse}

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absolutely-esme · 3 months

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What do you mean he's not eldritch?

What if all of the members of the Bat Family other than Tim Drake were secretly eldritch abominations?

They all work very hard at pretending to be human, and they've even gotten pretty good at passing. They can even mostly avoid the uncanny valley when in their civilian identities. There was a heck of a learning curve, but they've gotten things figured out for the most part.

Enter: Tim Drake

Weird, poorly socialized, probably autistic Tim Drake

The Bats think they've encountered a fellow eldritch being in disguise, and one that seems like he could use some help blending in. Naturally, they're quick to welcome him into their fold. Jason is delighted to take his turn at being a big brother mentor.

It takes a comedically long time for anyone to realize something's up because there is an absurd amount of overlap between stuff you need to know for masking and stuff you need to know to pass as human.

Meanwhile, Tim is amazed that the Bats have apparently decided he's cool enough to hang out with. It's like something out of his daydreams. They even have good advice for him on problems he hadn't known how to ask about. They are so patient and understanding about it, too. They never get annoyed with him for not already knowing. They also seem to be okay with the bits of weirdness he can't change.

Just weird kid Tim getting bundled into an incredibly helpful and supportive found family of eldritch entities. They're all going to get a good grade in human-ing, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

...

I imagine the Bats are various different kinds of eldritch abominations because they're still adopted. They look wildly different when not in human form.

Bruce is a mass of... shadows? Smoke? Something dark and formless that shifts and flows in different ways depending on his mood.

Dick kind of looks like a pile of owls that is also somehow a single body.

Barbara is a spiral galaxy with stars that are also eyes somehow?

Jason is a solid-looking mass of muscle with six strong legs, a thick coat of shaggy hair, a mouth that opens much further along his body than it seems like it should, and even more teeth than you'd expect a mouth that size to have.

Stephanie Brown is kind of like an incredibly dense storm system with purple glitter.

Cassandra is a silhouette through which undiscovered nebulae can be seen. What she is a silhouette of depends on her mood.

Tim, they have only ever seen in his meticulously well-crafted human form. He's really good at that part even if he needed some help with the behavioral bits.

Damian is half human. Talia saw a mass of living darkness trying really hard to pretend to be a man and decided she was into that.

...

Dick: So, eye contact is actually pretty simple once you have the formula figured out. You need to cycle between looking at the other person and looking at something else at the appropriate frequency. If you look at them too much it will come across as staring. If you look away for too long they'll think you're not paying attention to them. You'll need to experiment to figure out the appropriate frequency.

Tim: *frets*

Jason: You don't have to look straight at their eyes, just in the general direction of their face.

Tim: Oh! I can do that!

...

I think Eldritch Bruce having history with the league of assassins in a markedly less inentional way than Canon would be funny. Like, you'd think an encounter between an eldritch abomination and a cult would be deliberate on someone's part, but no.

Bruce was still young and unskilled at differentiating between normal and abnormal human behavior.

#dc #batman #batfam #found family #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #stephanie brown #eldritch au #Eldritch Jason Todd #Eldritch Dick Grayson #Eldritch Stephanie Brown #Eldritch Barbara Gordon #Eldritch Damian Al Ghul #Eldritch Bruce Wayne #Eldritch batfamily #what do you mean he's not eldritch au

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theinsanecrayonbox · 2 years

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Huh the Ben 10 reboot ripped me off. A Galvan mechamorph/human (Ben) fusion named Glitch. That’s just like my Galvan mechamorph/human (Cooper) fusion puppy Glitch I made well before the reboot that I don’t like. Thanks dA commenter for that!

#I am joking here don’t come at me with itchforks #I’m not cool enough for canon to rip me off #if I was rookpierce would be real #heck pierce would be alive period #man I miss my space cat husband

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sparklingpax · 2 years

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every day I wish more and more I could find and read the Pretender Gaiden manga somehow but....no dice 😔

#i keep trying tho 😭 bc the only other option seems to be buying one of the few existing copies of this generations transformers thing #from like 2012(?)#well either way that i cannot afford + i think theres a shipping barrier since its only on the jp amazon store??#man idk but its like this will be a secret of he universe forever hidden from me amd like #it wouldnt be As painful iF NOT FOR THE FOUR PANELS IVE SEEN??#*audible dying noises*#LIKE #THE ART #HAWK--#a young and lowkey feral Hawk. ALSO CANON.#I cry 😔💔#kuni talks #random #tf #transformers #super god Masterforce #delete later maybe #oh and not to Hecking mention that im not imagining things bc that really cool pixiv artist #did some art of Hawk inspired from it and I 😳😳😳😳💀✨#the sharp anger in his eyes glowing a beautiful blue like his optics are there showing through his human form's eyes--#*sobs audibly*#Masterforce #masterforce moment òwó 🥺💖✨#hawk #metalhawk

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syrma-sensei · 11 months

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→ Rugrats, Pool, and Grilling Techniques.

pairing: soldier boy x wife!reader.

rating: smut, fluff.

warning: domestic soldier boy, dangerously smitten ben (oocish), established relationship, daddy ben, breeding kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, non-canon complied.

word count: 2k

summary: soldier boy is surprisingly an amazing family man.

tagging: @zepskies

→ masterlist | ao3

“Ready. Go!”

As soon as your husband's whistle blows into the air, a loud splash follows when Jamie and Maggie hopped into the pool. Inheriting their father's super stamina and endurance, the two swim swiftly and with the agility of dolphins, while your husband's voice encourages them both. However, out of your twins, Maggie is the faster swimmer, whereas Jamie is quicker on land.

Bathing in the sun beam, you lay on the sunlounger next to Ben's, watching the trio having fun together in the pool. You plan on joining them in a bit, but you let them play on their supe level before you hop in, because after all, you're just a human. For the time being, you're sufficed with your feet dipped in the water at the rim of the pool.

“Haha, that's my girl!” Ben's face beams with a wide smile when Maggie, as expected, beat her twin to the other side of the pool.

“Cheater!” Jamie yells at his sister whom sticks her tongue out at him.

“No, you're just slow, Jay,” She retorts haughtily, a trait she caught from her dad.

He rolls his eyes, “See you on land, sis, 'coz you'll be dragging your ass behind me there,”

Ben bursts out laughing but he stops when you throw him a berating glare with a chiding tilt of your head. Your husband clears his throat.

“Oh, woah, manners young man,” Ben scolds, “You better watch that mouth, you don't speak to ladies like that.”

“Like she's one!” Jamie grouses, propelling his hands into the water, “She took on three children at school the other day.”

“Because they're bullies, and they had it coming!” Maggie replies heatedly.

Once again, a proud grin stretches Ben's lips from ear to ear. You shake your head hopelessly at him.

Maggie swims towards her father, saying, “Bullies are bad, aren't they, Papa?”

“That's right,” Ben agrees, stroking a strand of Maggie's hair away from her face, “You go kick their asses, kiddo.”

“He said it!” Jamie gasps.

“For the love of God, Ben, watch your language in front of the kids!”

He ignores you, “Our daughter, my daughter here is going to be a badass chick.” A grin is plastered on his mouth before his kisses her cheek.

Maggie giggles at her father, “What does badass mean, Papa? Is my butt bad?”

Ben hurls his head back with a laugh, “No, cupcake, your butt ain't bad. It means you're cool as f—hell.” He glances at you momentarily, then he corrects again, “As heck, cool as heck.”

Jamie swims towards his sister, slyness contorts his face, in that moment, you're in stupor at the way it resembles Ben's visage.

“Cool or not, Dad's not gonna allow you to go out with boys,” Jamie says, “Are you, Dad?”

One would expect Maggie's eyes to widen, to look horrified, and her to look at her father urgently, silently begging him to deny what James just said. But the little one swims to her father and wraps her tiny arms around his neck. “I don't need boys, Jay.” She replies with sass, “I'm daddy's little princess, right, Papa?”

While you swoon at Maggie, you smile amusedly as Ben grows a bit perplexed at the sudden affectionate admission from Margret. So, you decide you rescue your husband by climbing down into pool.

“Of course, sweetheart,” You say, swimming towards the three, “Daddy's always gonna be here for you,”

Maggie tilts her head and kisses her father's temple. Ben's grin falters; you can read the uneasiness written on his face.

“Love you, Papa,” she whispers.

“Love you too, princess,”

Maggie's giggles warble around, and Jamie rolls his eyes again.

The four of you play together in the pool, swimming and tossing the ball, after you've divided into two teams; you and Jamie against Ben and Maggi.

During the game, you pick up on the lethargy of his moves. He's not being himself at the moment, for normally, his competitive spirit would more eager to win, even if it were a mere game. You frown a bit when you hurl the ball to the other side of the pool only for Maggie to catch it with dexterity. She throws it back with her supe strength to your side, but Jamie baulks it with his supe speed.

“Close enough, sis, but you're being sloppy,” He teases.

“You wish!”

Jamie flings the ball to the other side again, and Ben blocks it with one large hand.

“Uh oh.” You hear Jamie whisper when he sees his father's smirk. Ben draws his hand backwards then darts it in Jamie's direction. It dashes through a blurry, white flash before it bashes into the water by you, the bolt makes your hair sway.

“Nicely-done, dad!” Jamie cheers.

“Hey, what side are on, Jay?!” You frown, grousing.

Your son only shrugs, “But it was awesome!”

“Ah, cut the kid some slack, would ya?” Ben makes an amused sound, raising his hands in a gesture, “Not my fault I'm the favourite parent here.”

“We' shall see about that, Mr. Gilman, we shall see.” You squint, lips puckering up in a playful curl.

The game ends with a draw; James and Margret aren't so crazy about the result. And they start to squabble about it when you decide to call it a day in the pool and climb out of it.

After having a quick shower, and wearing fresh clothes, the four of you embark on preparing lunch. You and Maggie are to prepare the table, and Jamie is to help his father with the grilling labour.

While Ben teaches Jamie the grilling technics (which you originally taught Ben, because the man didn't know to cook shit when you first met) you chopped the vegetables that Maggie rinsed for you into the salad bowl. The meat odorous smell tickles your nostrils and makes your mouths water.

When the plates are laid out and the meal is ready, the four of you encircle the table, and enjoy what you made together with the spirit of your extraordinary family.

•••

In the evening, you take another shower, but more thoroughly this time. You don't want the smell of barbecued meat and the reek of coal to stick to your body when you go to bed.

You step out the bathroom with a fluffy towel wrapped around your body after thirty minutes. You find Ben sitting at the foot of the bed, his brown hair is still drenched from his shower. He's wearing a grey shirt, and a matching grey sweatpants, with a towel on his head.

His gaze instantly softens when his green eyes land on your figure, a tender smile visiting his lips. You smile back at him, taking the spot next to him on the bed.

“Today was great,” You say, your hands on his strong arm, massaging his muscle, “Thank you, Ben.” Again, he freezes when you reach out to kiss his temple.

Ben nods, the he draws his head back to gaze at you, his large hand cupping your cheek. “No, thank you, baby, for giving me all of this.”

You tilt your head, chewing your lower lip, “Well, you're most welcome, Daddy.”

You see something wicked swirl in the green of his eyes, and the sly smirk on his lips makes your heart skip.

“I was thinking...” Ben scratches his beard with a drawl, eyes predating your body, “The twins are seven now.” He reaches out a hand to tip your chin up, his lips are dangerously close to yours, “What do you think of a third one? Fuck, third and fourth and fifth too.” He thumbs your lower lip gently, “I want to make children with you as much as possible. I want our place to be full of those rugrats.”

A fierce blush rises up to your neck as his breath fans your face, and the flesh between your legs twang in delight. You like it when he talks like that.

Your answer comes as a crushing kiss, and a moan from your throat. Ben's hands trail down to your sides and he lifts you up to his lap. One of his hands roams down your back and loosens the towel, and you're gorgeously naked for him.

“Atta girl,” He praises, “Ready to take what I want to give her.”

He kneads your breasts just right, pinching and caressing where you like, and his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck. You moan his name, and you feel his cock beneath you coming gradually to life.

You grind your bare cunt on his nourishing cock, and his hand grasps your hair to pull your head. “Behave,” he warns with a chuckle, “Fucking eager, aren't we?”

“Ben, please,” You roll your hips again, your arousal is already glistening on his crotch, “Give it to me, fuck me please, please, please, Daddy, make me carry your babies, please make me your breeding slut.”

You can hear his breath hitch before he sears your lips shut with his, hands resting on your buttocks, his blunt nails digging on the flesh of your crack while you cup his bearded cheek.

Ben hoists you up sharply and flips you, splaying your body wide on the bed beneath him. Quick as the supe he is, he takes off his clothes and graces you with his naked glory. He grabs one of your legs and pulls you down impatiently. You giggle playfully.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” He cups your mound with a possessive hand, his thumb flicking your clit “How much I want to fucking breed this slutty cunt full,”

You spread your legs further for more friction, “Please, Daddy, please, I want your cum, I need your seed.”

“Fuck, baby,” He grumbles, “Needy, little whore...” Your toes curl at the word, more arousal oozing out if your cunny.

His hands grip your thighs, while lining up to your pussy. You yelp and laugh sporadically at the vigour of his thrust. His hands reach out to yours on either side of your head. Your fingers entangle as he paces up his moves.

Your back arches, and words spilling incoherently out of your mouth as he fucks your brains dumb. You hear him swear and spit in the most vulgar language you've ever heard, and it makes you squeeze him more.

You like that dirty tongue of his, how it makes you feel a flagrant whore yet an unstoppable queen.

“Ben, Ben, I'm so close!” You cry, closing your eyes shut.

“Come to me, baby,” He says, bringing his thumb to your clit.

You hang your arms on his strong back as you feel it coming. Your nails graze his flesh when your orgasm sweep over your being. Your inner drawers clamps down on his cock in a tight hug.

Ben growls in your ear, animalistic and primitive, as he twitches sharply inside of you, painting your insides white.

You take your time to calm down. Breathing gradually placating to normal before he rolls on his back beside you. You snuggle up to his chest, and he holds you close with his arm. You feel his seed leaking into your thighs, and your cunt still throbbing through the throes of your orgasm.

You close your eyes and relish in the moment in silence.

“You're a good dad, Ben.” You say after several minutes, looking up at him.

He gazes down at you, hand playing with your hair, “I try not to be like my old man.”

You smile, “I know you do, and you're nothing like him. The kids adore you.”

His Adam's apple bobs up and down, sneering, “Well, that's good to hear. Not to be a fucking disappointment in someone's eye.”

You peck his lips, pride flourishing within your chest; it took you ages to convince Ben that opening up and expressing his feelings to someone he trusts doesn't equal being a sniveling pussy.

He might be the greatest supe, the hero of heroes, an asshole to some and a god to others. But to you, Ben is just Ben, a doting husband, and a perfect father. And you'd stand against the world for him.

Kissing his forehead you say, “You never were one to me, Ben.”

#soldier boy imagine #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy x fem reader #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x oc #soldier boy smut #soldier boy fluff #the boys soldier boy #the boys #the boys season three #the boys season 3 #the boys s3 #the boys smut #the boys imagine

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emdeerm · 7 months

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Idea!

Whomst???

So, let's take canon Danny Phantom. We can even take the AGIT, that would only make him canonically 16-17is for this scenario. (Btw, poor Val. I'm seriously so sorry for her)

Danny is flying around the Infinite Realms to familiarise himself with it better. Look, if he decided to be the Bridge, he has to learn more about the Ghost side of his life. Their customs, quirks, limits, world... from someone who isn't a Fruitloop or his parents. He is still ashamed that it took meeting Dairy King to finally realise that not all Ghosts are evil.

He got to a section of many, many, MANY, natural portals that led into completely different universes. Most of them even had Heroes!!!! He was so exited!

He visited many in the next few months. Made friends, confused the heck out of locals. Made some enemies, cause that's just his life.

Spiderman was cool! Iron Man was so fun to prank, the guy was a billionaire and hilarious.

Even if he never was able to speak with the vast majority, those Japanese Heroes with cool superpowers were awesome. He was kinda glad his world was normal-is tho. Call him judgmental, but come on, look him in the eyes and tell him that you wouldn't be weirded out by some of the mutations.

And now, he spotted his new target. From what he gathered, they were an urban legend of the gloomy as heck city. Robins,... bats? or something. Time to make friends!

And close the leakage of the Raw, unfiltered ectoplasm into here. He had only been around one for an hour and he saw how problematic it was.

Aka

Danny is a gremlin in canon. He found cool portals. He will make it other's problem.

Yes, he keeps his identity hidden. No, he doesn't stay invisible all the time. Only initially to get some info. After that? You'd spot him openly bothering the superheroes. And rogues. Can't let them be left out.

What are they gonna do? Kill him? They can't even touch him most of the time.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 15 days

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So, I been curious and I wonder if you have answers; how strong is Idia? I know physically that a new born kitten could woop him, while technology wise not even the master control could stand against him, but what about magic wise? And where does he stand in comparison to the other dorm heads? I know in ch 6 he was strong as heck but isn't that mainly because he was getting energy from the blots?

(Thank you for your time)

Mmm, well... I don't think "magic strength" alone accounts for how good of a mage someone is. You could have all the power in the world but could be a terrible mage just because of how you use it (like if you lack control), or perhaps because you can only cast a few powerful spells before you blow through your energy reserves. All spells are also not made equal; there are defensive spells, offensive spells, healing spells, and more! Because of all that, it's hard for us to really quantify how "strong" a mage is, because really each mage seems to specialize in their own skillsets. It's not "which class is the strongest?" but rather "which class fits your preferred play style?" For this reason, I'm not going to be formally ranking the dorm leaders but instead will point out their strengths and weaknesses.

As Idia points out in book 6:

Riddle has an artificially large magic pool because he started his magical training from a young age. He is capable of casting strong spells and favors offense, but also has low physical stamina and tires easily (from blot accumulation) because he tries to brute-force. His mental state is also said to be heavily impacted by external factors.

Leona can cast spells quickly and effortlessly; his magic pool is described to be "huge", but we don't know how this really relates to the other problem children in terms of scale. He also seems to boast precision, as he can "tailor" his defensive spells' strength to counter his opponents. Because of how efficient Leona is, he barely accumulates unnecessary blot. Stress does not have much effect on how fast he produces blot, but intense emotions do cause a significant spike in him. Additionally, Leona is skilled in flight due to playing magift/spelldrive.

Azul is a relatively slow spellcaster but makes up for that with precision and access to a variety of spells. He watches the flow of a battle, keeps cool, and then plays support/heals as needed. Idia also notes that while Azul can cast many different spells, Azul also does not have a large enough magic pool to support them and so has to be more careful about what and when he uses his magic.

Vil is very stable across the board and is quite resilient to blot. Stress does not have a huge effect on him, but the blot does seem to stick around for longer because of his larger magic pool. Something else to keep in mind is that Vil excels in making potions, which is another form of magic.

Please keep in mind that these refer to mainly COMBAT scenarios, which are not the only cases in which you would use magic... so this isn't an entirely accurate assessment; it's just the most convenient assessment since the game blatantly lays the comparisons out for us. Let's now piece together what we know of the remaining dorm leaders based on lore we have:

Kalim does not strike me as someone who has a particularly large pool of magic (it's never commented on, nor shown). I'd place him at around normal until otherwise refuted by the canon. We know he's not particularly proficient in his studies, as he just barely scrapes by in classes with intense help from Jamil. This may not always translate to poor performance in practical settings, but we also have no standout moments of Kalim pulling off impressive spells or being a notable mage. He also doesn't seem to be aware of the practical or strategic uses for his own UM unless others in his immediate vicinity are in need of large amounts of water. It's possible that he's incredibly powerful, but lacks awareness of how to best utilize his magic.

Malleus is stated in the lore to be one of the top 5 mages in the WORLD. He uses magic on a daily basis and barely blinks an eye to when he does amazing feats like STOPPING TIME ITSELF. Book 7 also reveals to us a hypothesis that fae might have access to an essentially limitless reserve of magic because they pull that magic from nature itself. I'd say that this definitively places Malleus at the top of the "magical power" hierarchy--there was never any doubt about that, the problem just comes in trying to sort everyone else under him.

And then there's Idia, whom we don't really see performing magic much by himself. No, he prefers to tinker with his computer parts which, technically, can count as magic since technomancy is the combination of technology and magic. (Does Ortho count as something resulting from Idia's "magic power"??) It's hard to say.

If I had to guess, I would think Idia is another stable user like Vil but is also highly volatile like Riddle (due to his guilt and grief being the main source of trauma). Idia HAS to cast spells or input magic into his devices because of his curse; if he does not accumulate blot, there's nothing for his curse to dine on... so it'll dine on his own magic instead, which can be detrimental to his health and wellbeing. (This is why the Shrouds are perfect candidates to work at STYX and research blot. All the blot present in STYX HQ fuels them and feeds their curses.) This implies Idia has to have output, and consistent output at that. More blot present in the immediate area may be able to power him up more and allow him to cast more spells/cast spells more frequently, but that's again highly dependent on his environment. Idia has the "flexibility" that the other dorm leaders lack, which can be a curse or a blessing given the scenario. Make of that what you will!

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『 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 』

· Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

· Summary: You'd never imagine your boyfriend would sulk over a shaved ice. He wants the same flavor, but with different colors.

· CW: 1.5k // Fluff. Gojo being dramatic.

Inspired by this / this. Gojo being canonically called Ojisan (annoying uncle/old man) is just so funny 😭

It's the time of summer, and the weather is particularly hot today. You turn the air conditioner on in the bedroom, setting it at the coldest temperature, before you walk outside and close the door, letting the coolness fill the room until you come in again later to chill with your boyfriend.

“Satoru,” you call out to him who is sitting on the living room's couch. His body is plopped lazily on the couch, manspreading with his arms propped on the arm rest. He's wearing a thin material t-shirt with shorts, and his hair is messy.

Gojo turned his head for a while when he heard your voice to greet you back. “Hey, darling. What can I do ya for?” He reaches for the television remote, intending to put something on, but then changes his mind.

“Actually, why don't we do something else? It's too hot to sit in front of this thing.” He adjusts his glasses, which seem to have slipped down his nose a bit, and leans his head back against the couch to get comfortable.

“So, I've been thinking...” You walk behind the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, and look down at him as he looks up at you. “You wanna know?”

He grins at you as you wrap your arms around his neck, “Mhm,” he nods excitedly. “I absolutely wanna know.” He holds your hands that are placed on his chest, squeezing them softly. “Tell me what's on your mind.”

Your eyes can't help but be focused on his moist lips. “Can you give me a kiss first?” You grin as you lean down closer to his face. His smile widens at your request. “Anything for my baby.” He reaches a hand up to your cheek as he leans up to kiss you.

His lips taste sweet, and it's so soft when it's pressed against yours. He nibbles your bottom lip before pulling away, letting his lips linger longer and his eyes slowly open.

He relaxes his head on the couch's backrest, his eyes looking up at you with its familiar shine. “Now, tell me, what are you thinking about?” His hand doesn't leave your cheeks, caressing your skin gently with his thumb.

The sweet taste of his lips reminds you of what you're supposed to say earlier. “How about we go outside to buy some shaved ice cream?” You suggest. Gojo is probably the biggest sweet tooth you've ever met, and you know that for sure he would never refuse an offer that has anything to do with sweets.

His expression brightens up. “Shaved ice cream?” You nod, “Yes. While we wait for the room to cool up.” Your hand caresses his chest slowly in his hold. “You're up for that?” You ask the obvious.

“Heck, yeah!” He says immediately, jumping up from the couch and grabbing your hand. “I could eat a whole mountain of shaved ice, it's too damn hot today.” He gives your hand a squeeze.

“I will also eat whatever flavor you'll choose for me because I love you. Aren't you lucky?" He playfully stuck his tongue out at you, but there is truth underneath his tone.

He pulls you towards the door with his hand holding tight on yours. “Come on,” he grabs his wallet on the way out before opening the door.

“We're going out like this?” You ask, glancing at our ‘summer-themed’ home clothes. Satoru stops in his tracks, seeming confused that you would ask such a question. “Yeah, why not?”

“We're just going to get ice cream. No one will care what we're wearing. We'll be back before you know it.” He looks at you with an amused expression, waiting for you to agree. He doesn't seem bothered by the idea of going out in his home clothes.

“Right.” You put on your slippers before walking out with him to the nearest ice cream shop.

“What's wrong?” You ask him as you eat the shaved ice cream. He puts his spoon down and crosses his arms, leaning back on his seat as he stares at his shaved ice and your own.

“Nothing, nothing,” he says quickly. But his tone is a bit off, and his eyes don't meet yours. He looks down at his bowl again, taking a couple of quick, big bites in an attempt to hide whatever is bothering him.

After a long time of knowing him, you know that by his expression, he's not upset. Rather, he's sulking.

“Satoru.” You say his name sternly, demanding him to express his thought which causes a sudden change of mood in him, since he was all excited just for a shaved ice before. He looks the other way when you stare at him like that.

“It's just that...” He trails off, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. “I don't want this syrup...” His voice is quiet, almost like a mumble.

“You don't want this one?” You ask to make sure what he really meant. He's pouting over syrup on his shaved ice.

Gojo shakes his head, still looking down at his bowl. “Yeah, that's it,“ he says, his voice gets quieter by the end.

He pauses for a short moment, thinking, then seems to come to a decision. Without looking up at you, he reaches out a hand to take your bowl. “Here, let's trade.” He holds his own out to you, still not looking at you.

“Whoa, whoa,“ you hold onto your bowl, ready to defend what's yours. At this point, both of you are acting like a child all over again. “You're the one who told me to choose the flavor for you.”

He's still sulking, and he's looking at you pleadingly right now. He really knows how to pull out a stunt that could shake your resolve.

“It's not that...” He trails off again. You let out a sigh, reaching your spoon to scoop on his shaved ice to try it, wondering what's the big deal of the different syrup anyway. “It tastes the same...? Well, almost.” You raised a brow at him, wondering what is the actual problem here.

“It does taste the same, but...” he looks down at his shaved ice bowl, almost glaring at it. “I want that color...” He looks at your bowl.

“What?” You ask again, leaning you face closer to him, not quite sure on what he's implying. “It's the color.” He answered quietly.

“The color?” You look at him in disbelief. “So, that's what the problem is? The color?” You repeat yourself, you can't believe what you just heard.

Gojo sighs heavily. “Listen, it doesn't matter that it tastes the same,” his gaze doesn't meet your eyes. “The color matters to me, okay? The flavor is slightly different too. I can feel it.”

He says this with complete honesty as if he thinks this is justification for his being so particular. He's still leaning back on his seat with crossed arms. Still sulking.

Gojo stole a glance up at you, hoping you would give in. “Well... it's like, the color impacts the flavor in a way.”

You were too stunned, you even stopped chewing the shaved ice in your mouth, letting it melt until you cough a bit when you choked on the melted flavored ice.

You really can't understand how exactly his mind works right now.

But you can definitely say one thing. Your man is adorable.

“Okay, okay, have mine.” You switch your bowl with him. “Such a spoiled baby.” You mumble under your breath, which he doesn't seem to care with the way his eyes locked on your bowl of shaved ice like it's a rare treasure, and a wide grin appears on his face as you give him your bowl, immediately digging in after saying, “Thank you for the food,” with no hesitation.

He makes a little sound of appreciation as he takes a bite, then another. He closes his eyes as he chews, enjoying the delicious taste of the shaved ice.

Your eyes are on him as you eat your own in silence, completely baffled by what you just witnessed.

If you don't know better, you would have laughed and smacked anyone on the face when they say that the man who is sitting right in front of you, enjoying his shaved ice cream and sulking over the color of the topping like a child, is the strongest sorcerer alive right now.

But here you are, dating a man-child who enjoys being spoiled and also spoils you like no other.

When he's done, he gives another deep sigh, looking happier than he has all day. “Thank you, darling,” he says with a smile, touching your cheek. “Just what I needed.”

“Ah, yes, of course. A trade of similar flavored shaved ice.” You answer him with a playful eye roll. “You're an angel, you know that?” He ignores your remark as rests his cheek on his hand on the table, staring at you with his usual playful smile while you eat.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You finish the remaining ice that's already melted from the bowl. “No trading over a colored syrup next time.”

“Awww, don't be like that.” He gives you another pout and his index finger poking your cheek repeatedly. “You want more?” Without waiting for you to answer, he stands up and walks towards the counter to order two more shaved ice.

This one's not supposed to be my first fic here, but I can't resist after seeing Gege's summer diaries doodle story 😆

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