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xbellaxcarolinax · 9 months

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Yayyy, congrats again on 2k!! 🥳🥂

If no one's requested the yet, I'd like to offer the following prompt for a drabble: Miguel O'Hara + “I can’t get enough of you.”

Please and thank you 💖

Good Girl

Professor!Miguel O'Hara x Stripper Student f!reader

Summary: Professor O'Hara visits his favorite student at the strip club.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Language, smut, p in v, power imbalance? Student/ teacher relationship kinda. Reader is in college and is an adult.

Whitney! I hope you like this thing I wrote for you! It's totally different from what I'm used to but I really hope you like it <3

MDNI

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“Back again so soon, Professor O’Hara?” You grinned, pressing your red-tinted lips to his ear. Your heels gave you an extra six inches of height, but you still had to balance on your toes if you wanted him to hear you properly over the blaring music.

“Miguel,” he corrected you with a grunt for the umpteenth time, “it’s been a while.” He towered over you, his lidded eyes regarding every inch of you.

You had your makeup done all pretty that night, your eyes dusted in bright pink glitter, and your cheekbones colored with a rosy blush. Your outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it made you look ravishing, a complete 180 to the baggy clothes you chose to wear to class most days.

“It’s only been two days,” you giggled as he pressed your back against the edge of the rowdy bar, caging you in his toned arms. You batted your lashes up at him, admiring the way the club lights engulfed him in hues of purple and magenta, the contours of his handsome face sharp and intimidating in the dim light.

“Had to see you again,” he muttered as you tugged on his loosened red tie to bring him closer, “you gonna deny me, muñeca?”

“Are you gonna give me an A in physics?” You shot back, tilting your head to take a good look at him, feigning innocence. He rolled his eyes but smirked, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“If you’re good,” he said, “I’ll see what I can do.” You beamed, pressing your lips to his cheek, leaving behind a red lip stain.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you bit your lip, letting your pretty eyes do all the work, “won’t be late to class or anything,” Miguel growled, pressing his hips against yours, his growing bulge pushing hard against your thigh in anticipation.

The weight of him felt good.

The stretch of his cock was even better.

“Hey, buddy!” One of the security guards bulldozed his way through the small crowd of eager men, placing a beefy hand on Miguel’s shoulder, “Get off the girl if you ain’t paying.”

The security guard was tall but Miguel was taller, the latter turning menacingly to glare at him. The security guard shrunk back for a fraction of a second before standing his ground. “You know this wise guy?”

“Yeah, Joey, it’s okay,” you stepped between the two large men, “he’s a regular.” Joey narrowed his eyes, his bushy mustache shifting with the motion of his lips as he frowned. He sifted through the pages on his clipboard, running a finger down the crinkled page.

“You’re up to dance next.”

“Snowflake can go on for me,” you insisted, offering him your best smile, “Mr. O’Hara wants private time, okay? Go tell the boss.” Joey was fairly new and easily swayed with a nice tone and a pretty smile. For now. He paused, his eyes roaming over your figure before nodding, scribbling over the clipboard. He then stuck out his palm waiting for payment.

Miguel shoved a hand in the pocket of his very tight slacks, fishing out his wallet and slapping a couple of bills in the security guard’s hand. Joey shoved the clipboard under his arm, counting the money with greedy fingers.

“You’ve got thirty minutes, buddy.”

“An hour, Joey,” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest, “he gave you enough money for an hour.”

“Fine,” He finally said, glaring once more at Miguel, “an hour.” He repeated before swiftly turning on his heel, presumably heading to the boss’s office.

You could feel Miguel’s burning rage as you pulled him by the hand toward one of the closet-sized private rooms, pushing him down to sit on the stained couch before whirling around to snap the curtains shut.

“I don’t like that guy.”

“He’s new, professor.”

You gasped when you felt Miguel’s thick finger slip into the waistband of your barely-there skirt, tugging you toward him before spinning you around to face him. He looked up at you, his eyes swirling with desire, so unlike the facade he had back at the university: stoic and unapproachable.

But you knew him, the real him—an intimidating physics professor by day, an absolute feral beast by night.

Snowflake was announced on stage before the crowd whooped and a new playlist began to screech through the speakers.

“I told you to call me Miguel in private,” he muttered, his voice almost drowned out by the obnoxious party music in the background.

“Sorry,” you said, eyes fluttering as he ran his heated hands up and down your exposed sides, fingers slipping under your silky floral bralette to press against the hidden skin, “It’s a habit, can’t help it.”

Miguel hummed, pulling you forward to straddle his lap, your legs stretching over his thick thighs. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your fruity scent before licking a stripe up toward your jeweled ear. You moaned, tilting your head to allow him more access, grounding your hips expertly over his bulge.

“Long day?” You sighed, relishing in the feel of his clothed cock bumping against your clit just right. You tugged on his tie again, removing it from over his head and tossing it to the carpeted floor before your hands fiddled with his dress shirt. A few buttons were popped open, exposing the tanned skin of his collarbone.

“Had to grade quizzes.” He muttered into your skin, his hands now firmly planted on your hips.

“And you just had to come see me, hm, professor?” You teased, pressing your clothed cunt over his bulge a little harder, earning a hiss in your ear that shook you to your core. You whimpered when he pressed back just as hard, your thong now soaked with your juices.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed, weaving his fingers in your hair and gently pulling your head back, “need to feel you.”

“Yeah? I’ll give you what you want,” you grinned, your eyes heavy with arousal, “just wanna know one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Did I pass the quiz?”

Miguel snorted, “B+”

“I passed!” You squealed, giggling when he rolled his eyes. “I knew I would!”

“You could do better.” He said, pulling down your bra to reveal your supple breasts. He immediately dived in, mouthing at your nipples, giving each one his undivided attention with gentle nips and sucks.

“I-I studied hard for that quiz, you know.” You threw your head back with a moan, continuing your sensual dance over him.

“Study harder.” He said in between sucks before licking up the crevice of your breasts, leaving a bright red love bite just under your collarbone. You whimpered, his tone filling you with arousal. Your hands flew to his belt, loosening it to get to what you craved the most. Miguel helped, lifting his hips for better access, hissing when you released his cock from his briefs and out of his slacks.

“Maybe I’ll ask Mitch to tutor me sometime before the next quiz.” Miguel paused, sinking back down against the couch, an unimpressed look darkening his features.

Mitch was a fellow student. He sat next to you in physics and was Professor O’Hara’s best student.

“No,” Miguel answered, fisting his cock, “absolutely not.”

“Why not,” you whined, rubbing your clothed cunt over his now-exposed dick, “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“But I do,” Miguel growled, quickly shoving your thong to the side. He patted your ass, a signal for you to lift up your hips, before notching his tip at your entrance, “And you’re mine.”

He gripped your hips and brings you down, forcing you to take every inch of him. You both moaned simultaneously, your wet cunt swallowing him with ease.

Miguel moves you at his pace, slowly at first, relishing in the sounds your sopping pussy made while taking him in. You were familiar with his body now, used to the stretch of him, the ache in your pussy when he was gone.

“Mm, you’re so big,” You whimpered, bouncing on his cock, “stuff me so good, professor.” Your words made him twitch inside you, his hips shifting up to thrust deep into you.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, head lolling to the side as his fingers dug into your hips viciously. His eyes were trained on your pussy, watching his dick slide in and out with ease, completely soaked with your juices.

You rode him for a bit, the muscles in your thighs tensing but you weren't planning on giving up, moving over him like your grade depended on it. Maybe it did. You weren't taking any chances.

Your release snuck up on you suddenly, quickly approaching as MIguel's cock hit something so devasting, you thought you'd pass out from the pleasure.

“Oh my god," you sobbed, your manicured nails biting into his shoulders through his shirt, "I’m—I’m gonna—”

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock.” Miguel’s words alone sent you over the edge, and a sob escaped you as you gushed all over him, your aching cunt fluttering over his length. You took a shaky breath, going limp against his chest as he continued to fuck into you.

“You did so good,” he panted in your ear, “did so good for me, hm?” His thrusts were sloppier now, hips jerking as he chased his own high.

“Get on your knees, muñeca,” he moaned, his eyes fluttering, “I'm 'bout to cum. You ready?” You nodded tiredly, quickly shuffling off him. The rough carpet dug into your knees as you opened your mouth, tongue out and ready to taste him.

Miguel stood on shaky legs, cock in hand as he jerked himself to completion. He tapped his length twice on your tongue before you wrapped your lips around him, lapping at the swollen head. Within seconds he came, painting your throat with his spend.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head tossed back as he shoved his cock further down your throat. You choked a bit, the vibrations of your moans causing him to twitch in the warmth of your mouth. You pulled off him with a pop, licking your lips and peering up at him with wet eyes.

“Was I a good girl?” You whispered, your eyes large and unblinking. His slacks were soaked with your cum but he ignored it, stuffing his cock away and adjusting his belt.

“Mhm,” he hummed, lifting you up with ease, “such a good girl for me.” You smiled, letting him fix your thong back in place and your breast back into your bra. He bent to retrieve his forgotten tie, but you snatched it from him, balling up the red silky fabric in your hand for safekeeping.

"It's mine now." You demanded, your thumb running over the smooth silk. Miguel chuckled, shaking his head before backing you up against the wall.

“Hour’s up!” Joey called from behind the curtain, giving the entryway a couple of knocks.

“Relax, pendejo,” Miguel yelled back, giving you one final glance, making sure you were presentable, “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, muñeca. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t.” You promised, your eyes falling closed went he bent over you to peck your mouth.

He smiled, resting his brow against yours, “Good girl.”

#caro's 2k #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv #spider man 2099 #whitney ✨

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bbbbbbbbatman · 1 year

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Timkon where their dynamic is just all or nothing, 100% all of the time.

The first time they meet on a mission they get off on the wrong foot and completely hate each other. It is on sight for them. Their respective guardians and teammates have to work tirelessly to make sure they don't get within 100 feet of each other on joint missions.

After more than a year of this, Tim is visiting the titan's tower and he and Kon walk into a room both wearing t-shirts for the same obscure band, they make eye-contact and immediate 180. They are best friends now, they are ride or die. Everybody hates this, both bc of their combined powers for chaos and also what the fuck have we been doing the past year when you get along just fine?!

Tim sees Kon shirtless after training and accepts that he is now in love. Kon watches Tim stab a guy (not in a sleek, sexy way but in a feral gremlin way) during a fight and he's instantly in love. A few weeks later Tim catches Kon staring at his ass. They start making out. Six months later they get married at the courthouse with Cassie and Bart as witnesses, and they all make a pact of secrecy. It is, to this day, the only secret all four of them have managed to successfully keep.

#enemies to friends to lovers speedrun #everybody hates them #bruce has a heart attack years later when tim casually drops that he's married #timkon #tim drake #red robin #conner kent #kon el #superboy #mine

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wifeyoozi · 12 hours

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What is your opinion of ot13 with a taller s/o

Ot13 seventeen : when you are taller than them

seungcheol : ok on surface he doesn't shows if it affects him or not but deep down he just loves how tall you are. He was a little insecure at the very very start about being shorter than you, but now he absolutely loves it. He'll buy you a lot of heels if you like wearing them just so he can crane his neck up and look at you like that. Loves feeling of you two give the vibe of the rich CEO and his model girlfriend.

Jeonghan : you just gave him the perfect opportunity to be a bratty sub. He actually loves feeling tiny next to you. He'll also definitely call you noona/mommy even if you are younger than him just so you'll baby him. Would sometimes wear baggy clothes and cuddle next to your side just to feel tinier next to you.

Joshua : I think he doesn't mind at all? Like "oh you're 180 cm? That's like so cool! Anyways my fave colour is blue wbu?" Like he'd love the fact you're so tall and so pretty but it wouldn't really affect him as much even if you weren't.

Jun : in public, he'll opt the more traditionally masculine and dominant roles despite your height, but in private, he is just a babie. absolute babie. you're gonna have to pamper him and always pay attention to him and peg him and cuddle with him. unironically always the little spoon.

hoshi : literally on his knees for you. you are his queen, his tigress and he's gonna worship you all the time. loves when you ruffle his hair or rest your head on top of his. is always hugging your hips. he may even wear some of your clothes if they look baggy on him.

wonwoo : an otherwise very dom wonu would sub for you. he is so tall and if you are taller than him, you are literally a goddess and he will do anything you ask him to. lowkey develops a praise kink with you. but he's also very soft for you and would take care of you all the time instead of letting otherway around happen.

woozi : at first he was really shy and insecure about roaming around with you in public, especially when you wore heels. also hates the way his members sometimes (all the time) teased him about it, but that phase passed soon, after he got more comfortable around you and you scolded his friends for teasing him. now he's a proud boyfriend who loves to show off his beautiful model-like tall girlfriend.

minghao : I just know everytime you two go out people think you are some luxury brand models. He feels proud of your height actually, loves how beautiful and elegant you look when you wear the luxurious brand clothes he buys you. Wouldn't be shy or embarassed at all about looking shorter to you.

Mingyu : the fact that you are taller than him is hot enough already, lemme tell you that first. You are one powerful couple. He likes lifting you up just so he's craning his neck up at you like you are the sun to his life (you definitely are). He just finds you so incredibly hot for being that height, loves when you use your height to dominate over him sometimes

Seokmin : he's so shy about it. Not embarrassed shy but i-am-so-in-love-with-you shy. Believes that you are the most beautiful woman on the planet. Literally would do anything for you. On his knees to eat you out serve you anytime of the day. Literally feels so subby when you're next to him.

Seungkwan : he loves how close his face is to your boobs. He could hug you and his face would be planted in your boobs or in the crook of your neck. So damn comforting. Feels so safe around you, especially when you hug him from the back and rest your head on top of his. Tho he'd be sooooo damn sulky for the rest of the month of you made even a single joke about his height even once hehe.

Vernon : externally, he doesn't look like the height difference bothers him at all. Internally he's screaming MOMMY. Loves the way you tower him, especially when you're riding him. He's your big responsibility. Can't shut up about you being the hottest woman everytime he's with his friends talking about their girlfriends. Literally still in shock how he managed to pull you.

Chan : at first he was a little embarrassed and tried to wear insoles and heels a lot often to look as tall as you, if not taller. Don't get him wrong, he loves how tall and beautiful you are and literally simps over you for that, he just feels insecure about his own height sometimes. Tho now he doesn't mind the height anymore, since you told him about how you love him the same despite his height. In fact he loves being shorter to you sometimes now, feeling how it makes your relationship more unique.

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monstersdownthepath · 4 months

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Herald of Torag: The Grand Defender

CR 15

Lawful Good Huge Construct

Inner Sea Gods, pg. 310

Among the strangest (and least creatively named) of the Heralds, the Grand Defender is one of the rare few Heralds that did not begin their existence as a mortal follower or an elevated celestial, instead being literally crafted by their god's own two hands. In this case, if you couldn't tell by the title nor his physical appearance, the God of the Forge (and of dwarves in general), Torag. He's even stranger than most other divine constructs, though, because the Grand Defender was built with an explicit and bizarre purpose: as a tomb for the bodies of Torag's chosen dwarven heroes.

Given how the Defender is Huge, and dwarves are Small, one can only come to the conclusion that they're all jammed into its limbs and torso to form into some kind of corpse Voltron. Just... rattling around in there as it moves, hopefully so secure they don't actually move that much when it attacks. What do you think happens if it loses and then regains a limb? Does it teleport the bodies back into itself? Does Torag launch a rescue mission for what is essentially one of his most holy relics to inter them in his Herald again? Did he ever consider a less risky location? Who's to say; the poor thing's lore block is literally a sentence long, and it hasn't appeared in any AP or module, thus our information on it is tragically limited.

But if its lore block is tiny, that must mean its statblock is impressive, right? Well...

It's just an Iron Automata with some extra bells and whistles. Before you go clicking off this page, please know they're amusing bells and whistles... but it's a little disappointing to see "this ability works like it does for the Iron Automata" be pasted onto two of its four unique powers. It's an Automata Except Bigger, and with sapience so it can adjust its tactics on the fly.

It should give you a fair idea of what to expect from it, at least: A smash mook with no magic and very little defenses besides those conveyed by its Construct typing. It's got pathetically low saves (+6/+5/+8), low HP for its level (157 while most other Heralds are pushing 180 or 200), and no immunities or resistances besides it gains by being a Construct... oh, and the Iron Automata's complete Immunity to Magic, making it significantly more resilient than its statblock would suggest. Suddenly, its low saves and zero elemental resistances make a little more sense, as few offensive spells can actually pierce this impervious shield, and almost no common debuffs can work on a Construct. Electricity damage from a magic effect may slow it and prevent it from using its Full-Attack, but any magic trying to bring fire against it heals it instead, turning the most popular damage type against its holders.

It's got DR 15/Adamantine as its standard, but it's got an amusing ability called Ablative Armor that turns it into a towering, hammer-wielding matryoshka doll: As a standard action, the Defender can shed its outermost layer of metal to reveal another, very slightly smaller version of itself underneath that's made out of a different metal, swapping its DR to another source to thwart attempts to damage it. It can swap between DR 15/Adamantine, /Cold Iron, or /Silver at will, and whatever damage type its DR is bypassed by is also what types of DR its own weapons can bypass, letting it pierce several common resistances. Ablative Armor also shields it from the same death most Constructs would suffer at 0 HP, shutting down but not dying unless its body is fully destroyed and torn to pieces. 1d4 hours after it's slain, its armor automatically triggers, revealing yet another Defender under the first while restoring half its HP and allowing it time to either retreat and recover or stalk after its destroyers to end them.

Fun fact: Any armor shed from its person crumbles to powder 1d4 minutes later to prevent it from just generating infinite raw material. The only way to stop it from dissolving entirely is if the Grand Defender eats it, but we'll get to THAT tidbit later.

For now, the Grand Defender is tremendously resilient and doesn't die unless you take special precautions to put it down permanently... but on the downside, it's also the slowest Herald by a country mile, having only a 30ft movespeed. This is somewhat made up for by its immense 15ft space and 15ft reach, but its ability to keep enemies in that range is extremely limited. Stand Still is reliable due to its +31 CMB, but it can only use the feat once per round, because despite having Combat Reflexes, it has a Dexterity score of 9, meaning it can't even use the extra Attacks of Opportunity! It's got to be really choosy about when and on whom it uses Stand Still, if it even gets to do so in the first place because, again, it's got no mobility beyond its 30ft movespeed, no magical movement methods, and no capacity for Stealth beyond its ability to look like a statue when it doesn't move, so its options for getting the drop on the party are also limited. If someone doesn't want to be in melee with it and it can't catch them in its radius during the surprise round, there's virtually no way for it to force them back towards it.

And you don't want to be nearby, in case it wasn't obvious. That massive hammer deals 3d6+11 damage upwards to 4 times a round with accuracy that's a step above most of the other Heralds, allowing it to sacrifice some of it to pour into Power Attack. Its warhammer deals triple damage on a critical hit, and four blows a round make it likely to see one every odd round, or even every round if you're especially unlucky. That immense threat radius also means its Great Cleave feat can make its turns look down right comical if it's got enough targets around to let it spin and spin and spin.

Besides its hammer, it's got the poisonous cloud of an Iron Automata, exhaling a 10ft cloud of toxic gas into an adjacent space once every 1d4 rounds as a free action. Anyone who enters or begins their turn in the cloud must make a DC 19 Fortitude save or take 1d4 Con damage a round for 4 rounds... but that's not the only weapon it's got coming out of its mouth, which is an admittedly unusual sentence. Even more unusual is the Defender's novel breath weapon: Hammer Storm. This 30ft cone is made up of, as the name suggests, warhammers, blasting everyone who fails a DC 19 Reflex save for 15d6 damage and sending them flying directly away from the Defender, potentially pushing them into hazardous terrain.

These regurgitated warhammers are perfectly mundane in function and, interestingly, do not disappear, allowing creature to pick one up and wield it (the ability specifically creates 24 hammers). These leavings are what the Grand Defender uses as its ranged option, its Throw Anything feat letting it huck the weapons like lawn darts at distant or airborne foes. Hammer Storm is normally only usable once a day, but the Defender can recharge the ability by taking a minute to consume the regurgitated warhammers or an equivalent amount of metal from any source (including the shell that drops off of it when it uses Ablative Armor), allowing the Defender to recycle metal scraps or the armor of its foes into weapons for its people. One must wonder if the dwarves interred inside are actually dead and not just banging away on tiny forges to create the hammers or the next layer of the Defender.

You can read more about it here.

#Monster Spotlight #Holy Heralds Month #Pathfinder #CR 11 to 15

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smallgodseries · 1 year

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[image description: A cheery character in a leather coat and long orange scarf holds a bright green carbonated drink in their hands. They sit atop a huge bubble – one of many bubbles that rise above the twilit purple and violet towers of the city below. Text reads, “180, MIZZ FIZZ ~ SMALL GOD OF EFFERVESCENCE”]

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They say some people have bubbly personalities, that they make everything sparkly and exciting through their very presence. The social equivalent of body glitter—and just like body glitter, they tend to linger long after they’ve left the room. They get remembered, they get remarked upon, and they get all too frequently dismissed as being frivolous and unimportant.

Mizz Fizz would change all that if she could. She would remind the world that a comedy routine without a few zingers and good lines has no staying power; that a meal with no pops of flavor, no spikes of salt or delicate transitions, is forgettable mush. Shallow things can sparkle, yes, but not everything that sparkles is shallow.

She would remind the world, but the world, drunk on the ecstasy of having something to dismiss, wouldn’t listen.

So she’ll stay the life of the party, the vital spark that lifts the dullest gatherings to the level of memorability, the pause that puts power in the portent. She’ll stay the electricity of the soul and, yes, the fizz in a can of soda. She doesn’t need things to be large and important. Everything she touches is important, and she tries as hard as she can to remind her followers, when they feel dismissed or wanted only for the levity they carry into a room, that she loves them because they sparkle and because they don’t, in equal measure.

Not even the brightest of diamonds can sparkle all the time, and if people refuse to love a diamond when it’s dull, those people are very wrong indeed.

If you need to lighten a mood or elevate an occasion, call on Mizz Fizz. And if you’re afraid that you’ll never be bright and bubbly again, that you’ll go unloved if you can’t entertain, whisper your concerns to her in your nightly prayers.

She’ll tell you that she loves you all the same.

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lonestarflight · 11 months

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The Original Crew of Gemini 9

"Portrait of the Gemini 9 prime and backup crews. Seated are the Prime crew consisting of Astronauts Elliot M. See Jr. (left), command pilot, and Charles A. Bassett II, pilot. Standing are the backup crew consisting of Astronauts Thomas P. Stafford (left), command pilot, and Eugene A. Cernan, pilot."

The original prime crew of Gemini 9 (GT-9) was to be Elliot M. See Jr., command pilot, and Charles A. Bassett II, pilot. They were a part of NASA Astronaut Group 2 "New Nine" and Group 3 "The Fourteen", respectively, and this would have been their first spaceflight. On February 28, 1966, about four months before their scheduled May 17 spaceflight, they and the backup crew flew in two T-38s from Houston, Texas to St. Louis, Missouri. They were there for two weeks of simulator training for rendezvous and docking procedures, and to inspect their Gemini spacecraft at the McDonnell Aircraft plant.

"See and Bassett flew in one Northrop T-38A Talon jet trainer, tail number NASA 901 (Air Force serial number 63-8181), with See at the controls and Bassett in the rear seat. A second T-38, NASA 907, carried Stafford and Cernan in the same configuration. Weather at Lambert Field in St. Louis was poor, with rain, snow, and fog, broken clouds at 800 ft (240 m) and a cloud ceiling of 1,500 ft (460 m), requiring an instrument approach. When the two aircraft emerged below the clouds shortly before 9 am, both pilots realized that they had missed the outer marker and overshot the runway.

See then elected to perform a visual circling approach, a simplified landing procedure allowing flight under instrument rules, as long as the pilot can keep the airfield and any preceding aircraft in sight. The reported weather conditions at the airport were adequate for this type of approach, but visibility was irregular and deteriorating rapidly. Stafford began to follow See's plane, but when he lost sight of it in the clouds.

Astronaut Elliot M. See Jr. inside Gemini Static Article 5 spacecraft prior to water egress training in the Gulf of Mexico.

"As See and Bassett’s jet vanished from sight, Stafford barked to Cernan in his backseat: 'Goddammit, where’s he going?' It was the last they ever saw of their comrades."

"Stafford instead followed the standard procedure for a missed approach and pulled his aircraft up, back into the clouds for another attempt at an instrument landing.

See completed a full circle to the left at an altitude of 500 to 600 ft (150 to 180 m), and announced his intention to land on the southwest runway (24). With landing gear down and full flaps, the plane dropped quickly but too far left of the runway. See turned on his afterburner to increase power while pulling up and turning hard right. Seconds later, at 8:58 a.m. CST, the plane struck the roof of McDonnell Building 101 on the northeast side of the airport. It lost its right wing and landing gear on impact, then cartwheeled and crashed in a parking lot beyond the building which was in use as a construction staging area."

"The wreckage of their T-38 training jet, covered with firefighting foam. The jet clipped the roof of Building 101 with its right wing, then skipped twice along the roof before plunging into a construction yard nearby and exploding."

Both astronauts died instantly from trauma sustained in the crash. Inside Building 101, 17 McDonnell employees and contractors received mostly minor injuries from falling debris. The crash set off several small fires inside the building, and caused minor flooding from broken pipes and sprinklers. Stafford and Cernan didn't see the crash and made an instrument landing 14 minutes later. They were asked by the control tower, “Who was in NASA 901?” Stafford replied back “See and Bassett." They were told that McDonnell Aircraft Corp. had a message for them. "A few minutes later, as Stafford opened his canopy, there was James McDonnell ('Mr. Mac' himself, aviation pioneer and founder of McDonnell Aircraft Corp.) waiting for them. In solemn tones, he explained that See and Bassett were dead."

"A truck slowly pulls the Gemini IX capsule past flags at half staff at a McDonnell parking lot on March 2, 1966, in memory of the two astronauts who were to have flown it into space."

See, 38, had been a civilian test pilot and the married father of two girls. Bassett, 34, an Air Force pilot, left a wife, a daughter and a son.

"Alan Shepard and Deke Slayton flew to St. Louis to lead an investigation. Their closed investigative hearing was held in Building 101. On May 27, their report cited deteriorating weather conditions and a descent that was too steep for See to pull out."

The backup crew, Thomas P. Stafford (left), command pilot, and Eugene A. Cernan, pilot.

"The promotion of Stafford and Cernan from backup to prime crew meant that a new backup crew was required. Jim Lovell and Buzz Aldrin were originally the backup crew for Gemini 10. This is significant as the standard crew rotation meant that a spot on the backup crew of Gemini 10 would have placed Buzz Aldrin on the prime crew of the non-existent mission after Gemini 12 (the crew rotation usually meant that after serving on a backup crew, an astronaut could expect to skip two missions and then be on a prime crew). Being moved up to the backup crew of Gemini 9 meant that Aldrin flew as part of the prime crew on Gemini 12, which played a major part in his selection for the Apollo 8 backup and Apollo 11 prime crews, ultimately making him the second human on the Moon."

-Information from Wikipedia: link, link

NASA ID: S66-15620, S66-28075, S66-15622, S66-15621, S65-28456

source, source

#GT-9 #GT-IX #Gemini 9 #Gemini IX #GT-9A #GT-IX-A #Gemini 9A #Gemini IX-A #SC9 #NASA #Gemini Program #Project Gemini #February #1966 #St Louis #Missouri #crash #my post

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the-griffons-saddlebag · 1 year

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🛡 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Armor of the Stone Citadel Armor (plate), legendary (requires attunement) ___ This armor is made of stone and reduces the wearer's speed by 10 feet unless the wearer has a Strength score equal to or higher than 17, instead of 15. Castle-like crenellations run along the tops of the armor's various pieces. While wearing the armor, you can't be petrified, and you have a damage threshold of 10. In addition, if you are blocking a friendly creature enough to grant it half cover against an attack or hostile effect, that creature instead has three-quarters cover against it. 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙡. While wearing the armor, you can use an action to transform into a Huge stone tower. The tower is a 15-foot-square that's 30 feet tall, centered on you. It resembles your head and upper torso, complete with a pair of powerful stone arms. If there isn't space for the tower, you don't transform, and the action (but not the use of this property) is wasted. Your equipment merges into this form when you transform and has no effect for the duration. For the duration, you use your normal senses, but your speed is reduced to 0. While in this form, you gain 100 temporary hit points and have an AC of 18, your damage threshold increases to 20, and you can't be moved or knocked prone. You are also immune to any spell or effect that would alter your form. You remain in this form for up to 8 hours, at which point you return to your normal form. You return to your normal form early if you lose all of these temporary hit points or if you end the effect using an action. While in this form, you can't cast spells, and your normal attacks are replaced by unarmed strikes using your massive stone fists. These unarmed strikes have a reach of 30 feet and deal 4d8 bludgeoning damage on a hit. You can make two unarmed strike attacks on each of your turns when you take the Attack action, even if you can normally make more. Alternatively, you can use an action to hurl a boulder from your arm. The boulder is a ranged weapon attack with a normal range of 60 feet and a long range of 180 feet. On a hit, it deals 6d8 bludgeoning damage. You are... ...Continued in the comment below! ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

#illustration #digital art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d

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So I have the most random request for hc's with Jafar. [if you want to obv]. What if his s/o was a demi-god [possibly the child of a god of knowledge] BUT they don't tell anyone. Their dad just shows up one day and thats how he finds out.

Anon your patience for getting this answered is immeasurable. I decided to make the 'god of knowledge' here Hermes, since in the myths Hermes' domain is messenger, lies, travel and creator of the alphabet - which is pretty awesome!

Pls accept these humble headcannons!

Jafar x Demigod!S/O

- You did not intend for this to happen.

- You had had the good sense to lay low and get the hell out of Greece: Your dad Hermes may be one of the more ‘chill’ gods, but you have no interest in getting to know the disaster that is your extended family. Hermes was even weirdly encouraging about you jumping ship, but as the heavenly messenger, you suppose he’s just happy that you’re travelling and putting your skills to use.

- You went overseas, studied languages, got to know the trade routes and built a life for yourself in Agrabah. You even got hired to advise the Sultans government and landed yourself a tall dark and twisted boyfriend to boot!

- You decide to write home one day, idly, just to let your mother (and dad) know you’re alive and things are going ok.

- You...really should have remembered. Hermes is juggling about 50 jobs on the daily and in his haste sometimes...forgets things. Like the fact you’re trying to pass as a regular mortal.

- So three days later when your Dad in all his jazzy, turquoise glory whizzes into the palace, squeezes you up into a giant hug, ruffles your hair and presses a plate of snacks from home into your hands – all while chatting a million miles an hour and letting you know just how proud he is-! - and then proceeds to whiz out again with a cheery ‘Knock ‘em dead kiddo!”, you knew you fucked up.

- Jafar’s knuckles were white around his staff.

- ...oh dear.

- Jafar prides himself on being the most informed person in any room at all times. You think he rose to Grand Vizier and maintained his position by being idle?? Hypnosis, blackmail and murder aside, Jafar has worked DAMN HARD – he takes study and acquisition of intelligence extremely seriously.

- This man, even when in his evil wizard tower in his underwear and swamped under a metric ton of sultan-induced paperwork, can tell you what is happening on the streets of Agrabah and half the civilisations across the desert at any one time.

- And you. Lied to him.

- You, of all people, his most trusted confidant, deliberately and intentionally kept your divine lineage and (presumably) powers hidden from him.

- (if Jafar ever deigns to think about the fact that you kept this from everyone, not just him, there’s a 50/50 chance it would send him into a deeper spiral because he’s supposed to be better than those plebeians and you managed to not only keep this information from him, but LIE to his face about it the entire time-?!)

- Reader if his world would stop fucking spinning he’d congratulate you and then probably attempt to bowl you down the stairs, Iago’s just gonna hang on your shoulder for a bit until the mans paranoia and bitterness stope teetering on the edge of homicide.

- he’s not threatened why on earth would you think that he’s threatened by the fact you’re a half divine being of Fucking Knowledge now hold sTILL-

- It’s... going to take a few days for him to simmer down and stop plotting contingency measures.

- Then he’ll let his greed overtake his self preservation and think about all the ways he can rope you into his schemes to take over Agrabah. The 180 from thin lipped barely contained murderous rage to overtly-looming-hyper-sleaze is dizzying. Iago is facepalming in the back.

- All in all, he’d be up in your business waaaay more than he was before, but he does (eventually) get over it enough to use you as a blatant flex. Of course you only had eyes for him, little jewel, clearly only he had the intellect to match such a divine gift as yours~

- (trip him on the stairs, reader, plEASE-)

Thanks so much for the ask, sorry again for the wait and I hope you like it!

#thalassa responds #disney villains #disney jafar #jafar x reader #Jafar's fragile ego is hanging in the fucking balance with this one #trying to egt back in the rhythm of things

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vinthetiefling · 6 months

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Baldur’s Gate 3 was worth the wait.

I’ve spent over a decade searching for the next game to inspire what I felt playing Dragon Age Origins. That’s not to say I’m not enamoured with the creative beauty of Legend of Zelda, the epic storytelling of the Witcher, or the existential freedom afforded to you in Disco Elysium. For me, the greatest source of that feeling is the ability to fail and to have those failures fleshed out and made real. To witness those failures having a meaningful impact on your story and where it’s headed. There are countless forks in the road, which might explain why I retained so many save states despite routinely culling them.

Sure, high rolling is nice. High rolling kept some of my favourite characters from turning on me or becoming consumed with power. I even built a sorcerer with high persuasion in anticipation for what lay ahead. But the hidden intricacies—the people you notice or fail to notice in a flooding room, the choice to give into a whispering dark urge, the fate of a prince with no bearing to your backstory—are where we cut our own paths, and where we unwittingly stumble into failure.

Whether you want to come into the game with a preset alignment, decide on a case-by-case basis, or even throw it all out the window and veer from good to evil—that’s on you as the captain of this ship! And make no mistake, you are the captain. Even when the characters have their own bonds, belief systems and priorities outside of your mad dash to remove the tadpoles.

The writing was ingenious. There were characters I never saw myself caring for who demonstrated vulnerability and complexity, making me wade into hell to save them. Other characters I’d pegged under a certain alignment or archetype. They later proved themselves capable of doing a 180 and becoming a problem later. There were those who showed an incomparable ability to adapt and those who held strong to their beliefs. I also loved the touch of recruiting potential enemies into your party where they would prove to be invaluable assets to the team.

That’s not even touching on the choices you’ll be able to make in Acts 1, 2, and 3. Tdlr; It would be one hell of a task to make two runs resemble each other.

Here’s the lowdown on my run:

Character:

Vin the tiefling was a divine soul sorcerer conjured in pencil on the back of my rogue’s player sheet back in 2017. He was a backup in the event that I died. Eventually, I brought him out and his stats made him the face of the party, which was unfortunate for me as a naturally uncharismatic person. His shenanigans later saw him captured, petrified, amputated, crushed beneath the falling tower of a lich and transformed into a weapon of Bhaal. My favourite trait of his was his refusal to die. My sparkly glitter dice kept him going, and in the spirit of that, Vin was reborn in BG3 as the son of Bhaal.

Origin:

The dark urge didn’t pull any punches. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so uncomfortable playing a character in a game—one who embarks upon his journey by smiling over the bodies of a nautiloid wreckage. So began my fight for control over Vin. There were moments when the game took my autonomy away, which added to my helplessness as I witnessed him kick a squirrel and commence the torturing of a captive under interrogation. I had no idea which scenes the urge was going to leap out in, and that made for a wild time. My best bet was to simply avoid situations where the urge might pull my strings. But that was hard to do when Faerûn was set on falling apart. I was a puppet, and Bhaal was my master. I was so rattled by what Vin did to Alfira, I did nothing but play with Scratch after. It was real, the discord struck between my trauma and head-in-the-sand coping.

Combat:

Wizards might have the ability to consume scrolls over sorcerers, but with Vin’s persuasion, intimidation, deception and performance checks, he was more than happy to leave the thinking to the experts. I built him as best I could to his configuration in the home game. While divine sorcerer didn’t exist as a subclass in BG3, my next pick for him was draconic bloodline, which provided a healthy boost to my AC. In a great stroke of luck, Vin’s detect telepathic and telekinetic feats were largely mirrored in the illithid powers provided by the consumption of tadpoles. My main spells were a combination of fire bolt, shocking grasp, burning hands, fly, haste, fireball, telekinesis, and chain lightning. I hoarded explodable barrels and bottles of flammable grease, and the invisibility afforded to me through Alfira’s sacrifice helped me wipe the board clean. Godspeed, Alfira. You saved many lives by helping me kill efficiently.

Story:

Act 1—We saved the tieflings and druids by destroying Minthara and the goblins. Her armour was great on Wyll for a time. Gale and Vin seemed into each other, until the weave scene happened and I decided to keep it friendly. My closest bond was with Shadowheart, who showed an intelligent and practical approach to whatever Faerûn threw down at us. We helped the myconids and befriended Omeluum. Then, we saved the Grymforge gnomes by eldritch blasting the duergar into lava and honking Nere’s nose with a shocking grasp. It’s a shame he was so terrible and evil. I thought we had a connection.

Act 2—Imagine my surprise when Jaheira joined my party after hunting Vin like an animal in the shadowfell. The urge wanted me to take out Isobel and revel in the horrific fall of the Last Light Inn, and I told it to shut up. We saved as many prisoners as we could in Moonrise, masquerading as an evildoer in front of Z’rell who was super into it. Then we cleared the Gauntlet of Shar, where Shadowheart spared Dame Aylin and became a Selûnite. I’ve never seen a more bloodthirsty Aasimar. Balthazar went down in like two hits. We sweet-talked Mizora into an infernal rapier, apparently missed Zevlor in the illithid pods, and destroyed Ketheric. Vin slow danced with Wyll. Oh. And Halsin glitched out of my party after we saved Thaniel, so I painstakingly went back to the beginning of Moonrise to save him. His name is now a curse in my house.

Act 3—Vin slept with anything horned, tentacled and from the Underdark, along with his beloved fiancé. We defeated Cazador and set the spawn free, got the Orphic Hammer for Lae’zel, rescued Wyll’s father and the Gondians from the Iron Throne, reunited Gale and Mystra, cleansed the house of grief with fireballs and said goodbye to Shadowheart’s parents, usurped Gortash by letting Karlach get in the final hit, saved Matthew Mercer and his lovable space hamster, and put Ansur back down in the dirt. After pulling on Bhaal’s chains for so long, Vin became an unholy assassin then turned and rejected Bhaal himself.

When I crafted the guardian form that the Emperor took on, it was made to resemble Vin’s younger sister in our home game. What occurred lore-wise was a projection of the sister he never had because his real blood-kin was Orin. And what a villain Orin was! What an actor. Tormenting us as a fortune teller, a newspaper interviewer, taking on Lae’zel’s form in a way that almost convinced me if not for the corner she’d turned as a character! In the end, she was no match for my scrolls of hold monster. I might not be a wizard, but I’ve swindled enough gold to buy a mansion and I’m hotter than Elle Woods. That’s the sorcerer class, baby.

Romance:

Wyll fell into place for Vin, and the more thought I gave it, the more sense it made. He was the guiding light for our dark urge rehabilitator. Vin was written to be chaotic good in his mind but chaotic neutral in practice. In truth, his sense of justice is shallow. Sure, he steps in front of oppressors and a specific trigger for him is slavery, being a slave to his dread lord father and all. But he thwarts evil simply because he *can.* What’s funnier than subjugating the weak? Overthrowing those with all the power and stealing their crown. Luckily for the everyday person of Faerûn, Vin is a merciful ruler. I’m not quite sure if Wyll could see what I saw. To him, Vin was a shaker and mover, a trailblazer in a world of horror and cruelty. To me, Vin was a self-indulgent manipulator given a new set of keys. Can he fix me? He can try, one slow dance at a time.

Endings:

After staring at this decision for a good ten minutes, I trusted the Emperor by letting him kill Orpheus and destroyed the Netherbrain at the end of the final battle.

Lae’zel was convinced to stay after I let the comet prince be assimilated. This felt like the more evil outcome of the split in the road, to be honest. I doomed the Gith’yanki so I could live without tentacles. In accepting it, Lae’zel renounced her obligation to the Gith regarding Orpheus or Vlaakith. I stole her hope for change and left her with an ordinary, mercenary life. She seemed happy. But Lae’zel, I’m sorry. You deserved more.

Gale reforged the crown for Mystra and washed his hands clean of its power. I was happy with this outcome for him, but it also reminded me of why Gale and Vin fell flat as a romance. Gale was still utterly consumed by Mystra, and staring at her face before our little date sealed the deal for me. He would always be second to the goddess of the weave.

Shadowheart, Jaheira and Minsc have a fresh start to look forward to. I suppose the latter two will find new work around the city. I especially enjoyed having a harper in the mix after watching D&D Honor Among Thieves. And as for Shadowheart, her parents are gone, but she’s broken from Shar’s clutches and the world is hers. I see her becoming entrenched in her new Selûnite status and rising peerless among their ranks.

I legitimately thought we’d killed Astarion before he ran from the sun. As he never ascended, the tadpole was the only thing protecting him. It was hinted in our discussions that he would go to the Underdark to offer guidance to the spawn once the battle was over. If that isn’t an enormous change from the cutthroat we first met, I don’t know what is. He showed the greatest capacity for change and self-reflection, and for that, he went from one of my least liked to most beloved characters.

At the behest of his father, Wyll became Duke Ravengard. But it was a fairytale ending and a ball and a wedding that came at the cost of someone else. Who better to rebuild Baldur’s Gate when his warlock powers have vanished? With Gortash gone and the power vacuum ripped wide open, who else could wield such empathy and an unwavering sense of justice? While it was a form of drudgery compared to being the Blade of Avernus, Wyll seemed a perfect fit. Without knowing what was at the end of the string, I took it.

I’ve been building up to the hollyphant in the room.

Karlach died, and it felt not only devastating and real, but very dear to me as a person with something malfunctioning in their body. Her happiness for Vin saving himself hit like a dagger in the chest, because there’s hope for him, and none for her. She’s so happy for you while she’s dying. How do you make peace with that? You can’t. In her final moments, I saw how much Vin loved her—the real sister he never had—and that look on his face as she exploded will haunt me forever. I wished we could’ve saved her and given her a life in the city she loves. In hindsight, I know about Wyll and Avernus. I plan on making a run where Vin, Wyll and Karlach venture through hell together as the ultimate poly triad.

To wind down from the hype, there were battles that ruined my day. My heart was beating, my grip on the controller was strong, and the screams and laughter came from a primal place. My partner knew not to come into the room in the middle of Cazador because I was going to punch a hole in the screen. I’ve never been challenged quite like this, with special mentions to the Iron Throne and a final battle in which I did everything possible to avoid bringing out my beloved owlbear. My appreciation for clerics is at an all-time high, and I’d gladly put up with Lae’zel any day for what she brought to table.

It’s all a part of being alive, isn’t it? Life happens, and in that mess of sacrifice, temptation and broken promises, we find ourselves.

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #spoilers #review #a full and comprehensive rundown on the playthrough as best as I could summarise it #lae’zel #shadowheart #gale of waterdeep #astarion #wyll ravengard #karlach #jaheira #halsin #vin the tiefling #the dark urge #a tale of two moralities

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ach-sss-no · 2 months

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i slacked off on my daily fic recs so here's a catchup collection, it's a themed collection, it's *drumroll*

five times boromir survived the war of the ring and one time he didnt

Black Shroud, White Feathers by Icarus_is_flying

Gen, rated T Author's summary: Boromir wakes in the sea, bumping against the shore. His wings are burnt up or gone, and the waves lapping at his face are fresh, not salt. Someone bumps his ribs, and the pain blooms fiery. “This one’s still alive.” The shink of a knife leaving scabbard. “The rabbits are useless. Sharky’ll want one alive…” Boromir thinks in his other body, the one that does not hurt, that sharks have no business bothering him, but someone drags him out of the water and flops him like a gutted fish across their shoulders. They run, and the first step plunges him back into darkness.

This one's really poetic and abstract and prettily written, also Grima Wormtongue is there briefly which is always a good time

The Floor Is Molasses by Scyllas_revenge / @scyllas-revenge

Gen, rated G Author's summary: The War of the Ring is over. Frodo has sailed to the Undying Lands, Sam is comfortably settled into Bag End with Rosie and his children—and Boromir, Steward of Gondor and Captain of the White Tower, is taking a much-needed vacation in the Shire. And while Boromir may have developed a surprising knack for gardening, looking after Sam’s children is proving to be much harder than he’d planned.

a kind of fluff I never knew i wanted & found infinitely satisfying, would read fifty chapters of this

Long Road Home by Scribblesinink / @scribblesinscribbles this one is a series! explores Boromir's life from the point of canon divergence to his eventual hopeful future. it's one of those where i'll remember a thing from it and think 'yes that was neat, what book was that from, oh it was a fanfiction. it was a fanfiction that was more impactful and memorable than the ten or so interchangeable fantasy novels i read last year'

Beyond the Measure of Dreams by Skye

Gen, rated G Author's summary: Having survived the injuries he suffered at Amon Hen, Boromir returns to Minas Tirith. None are more surprised or happy to see him than Faramir. But while his brother seems content with his life, Faramir knows that he harbors a great sense of shame and guilt. While the two are hunting an elusive stag in the forests of Emyn Arnen, Faramir discovers that the sins Boromir hold in his heart and soul are more haunting and powerful than he invisioned.

a lovely moment between brothers

A Great Evil Unmade by Linaewen

Gen, rated G A most unlikely Ringbearer contemplates how he came to Mount Doom and whether or not he will succeed in putting the Ring in the Fire. An AU vignette, written for a challenge to answer the question of "what if someone other than Frodo had taken the Ring?"

ring gotta get in the fire somehow and gollum frodo aint here

Boromir takes the Ring to Mt. Doom. There's something very compelling and satisfying about watching him swing the 180 from trying to take it to 'I can't wait to see it fry'

and finally, the non-AU one:

The Horn of Gondor by Saentorine

Gen, rated T Five-year-old Boromir receives the horn of Gondor, which goes about exactly how you'd expect. Aggressively fluffy, some moments of peril but with a happy ending.

just a nice history of the brothers

#fic rec list #lotr fic rec #tolkien fanfic reading month #You thought you and your tag were rid of me

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queen-of-the-avengers · 2 months

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The Avengers: Final Part

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Thor escapes from Stark Tower and heads down to the streets where Steve, Nat, and Clint are. More Chitauri come to overtake them but he uses his lightning to kill them.

"What's the story upstairs?" Steve asks Thor.

You don't know what's going on down there but you can hear their conversation due to the earpieces everyone has in.

"The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable."

"Thor's right. We have to deal with these guys first," you say and shoot fireballs at the aliens you pass by.

"How do we do this?"

"As a team."

"I have unfinished business with Loki," Thor says.

"Yeah, get in line," Clint scoffs.

"Save it. Loki's gonna keep this fight focused on us and that's what we need. Without him, these things could run wild. We got Stark and Y/N up top, and they're gonna need us to--"

Steve suddenly stops talking because Bruce comes rolling in on a motorcycle he stole. You look down to see him come in all the while killing as many aliens as you can

"So, this all seems horrible," Bruce sighs.

"I've seen worse," Natasha says.

"Sorry."

"No. We could use a little worse."

"Stark? Y/N? We got Banner here."

"Tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the party to you."

With the Leviathan chasing after Tony, he makes a sharp turn and heads back down the street where Bruce is. If anyone can take out this huge monster without burning the entire Earth down, it's the Hulk.

"I... I don't see how that's a party," Natasha sighs.

Tony swoops down the street with the Leviathan following closely behind. Bruce looks at the monster and begins walking toward it with determination.

"Dr. Banner. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry," Steve says.

"That's my secret, Cap," Bruce looks back at him, "I'm always angry."

Just as he turns to face the Leviathan, Bruce starts to swell, stretch, and harden to that of the Hulk. He transforms just in time to send a deadly punch to the Leviathan's snout. It does a 180 turn in the sky and its armor starts falling off. Tony extends his arm and shoots a rocket at a soft spot to blow it up, and the Avengers down below take cover to avoid the falling debris. You fly down to join the others but hover in the air just like what Tony is doing as the others crowd around each other for the fight you all know is coming.

From the portal, two more Leviathans come swimming out while hundreds more soldiers fly through.

"Call it, Cap," Tony says.

"Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there, we're gonna use containment. Barton, I want you on that roof with eyes on everything." Steve points to a nearby building. "Call out patterns and strays. Stark, you got the perimeter. Anything that gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash."

"Wanna give me a lift?" Clint asks Tony.

"Right. Better clench up, Legolas."

Tony grabs Clint and lifts him to the top of the building.

"Thor, you've gotta try and bottleneck that portal. Slow them down. You've got the lightning. Light the bastards up. Y/N, go with him. Work that water power."

You and Thor fly over to the Empire State Building which is near where the portal is. He is going to use that as a beacon for the lighting he summons. You stay floating in midair as you conjure as much water as you can without it being dangerous to the city below. Thor raises his hammer to the sky as storm clouds roll in. Lightning strikes his hammer and lights the top of the Empire State Building with electricity.

"Now!" you yell.

Just as Thor directs a strong line of lightning at the portal, you shoot the water over to it. The aliens flying out of it get sucked into the large pool of water just as the lightning strikes it. A Leviathan is trying to fly out of the portal but gets caught in the electricity. Everyone that is inside your pool gets electrocuted to death while the others out of it get struck by the lightning.

Thor can handle the rest so you evaporate the water before flying off to help your team down below.

"Captain, none of this is gonna mean a damn thing if we don't close that portal," Natasha pants.

"Our biggest guns couldn't touch it."

"Well, maybe it's not about guns."

She gestures to the flying chariots that the Chitauri is using. If she can control one of those, then she might have some leverage on the Tesseract.

"If you wanna get up there, you're gonna need a ride."

"Nat, on your six. Heads up."

Natasha looks up to see you flying her way and you swoop down to pick her off the street. You fly higher to one of the chariots and drop her before taking a hard turn and flying away. She sticks two knives into the rider's nervous system to control the chariot.

Thor and the Hulk are on top of a Leviathan fighting Chitauri soldiers so you fly down underneath the belly of the monster. Your entire body goes up in flames so you can take it down from the underside. You touch a soft spot and fly opposite of it so you can slide a line of fire down the belly. It roars in pain and crashes into Grand Central Station.

Thor and Hulk stand in silence for a second before Hulk punches Thor so he goes flying into the side of the train station.

"Hey, big guy, he's on our side. Come on," you sigh.

Hulk grumbles and you shake your head.

"Captain, the bank on 42nd past Madison caught a lot of civilians there."

"I'm on it. I'm closer," you state and fly into the air.

You head over to the bank crawling with Chitauri with guns and humans are cowering in the middle of the bank in fear that they will die. Well, not on your watch. The aliens turn to you when you land inside and point their guns at you. You use your air powers and lift every single one of them in the air and you blast them away into the city below. One of the aliens was hidden behind some desks that are piled up across the room so he was affected by your powers. He aims his gun at you and shoots, and you go flying back into the cement column inside the bank. It doesn't kill you but it does hurt like Hell. Everyone looks at you to make sure you're okay and you give them a small smile to ease their concerns.

"Everyone, go out the back room. Get out of the streets and down below. Quickly!"

You get up and fly back over to the Chitauri with fire in your hands. You shoot two balls of fire at it before flying back outside to help your teammates with the fight. The people inside the bank are going to be okay and you've taken care of the aliens threatening them. The first responders help the civilians out of the bank and to one of the nearby subway tunnels. You hover in midair and look at the destroyed city around you. How the hell did this happen?

Suddenly, a loud BOOM comes from Stark Tower, and you see Loki crash through the same window he threw Tony out of. Seconds later, you see an angry green mass enter through the same window. Shit. You quickly fly toward the tower to see Loki and Hulk in each other's faces.

"ENOUGH! ALL OF YOU ARE BENEATH ME! I AM A GOD, YOU DULL CREATURE AND I WILL NOT BE BULLIED BY--"

Hulk doesn't let Loki finish his sentence because he grabs Loki by the legs and smashes him into the floor multiple times. If Loki was human, he would be dead for sure. Instead, Loki is banged up and weak since Hulk is a lot stronger than him physically. The floor caves in under Loki, and Hulk walks away with an angry look on his face.

"Puny God."

Hulk passes by you and jumps out the window to continue fighting the Chitauri. You land on the floor and walk over to Loki who can't seem to move because he's in so much pain. You kneel next to him and move his hair away from his eyes. He looks into yours with confusion, hurt, betrayal, and something that calls out to you.

"You're not this man, Loki. You would be so much happier if you'd just let this go. Thor might be King of Asgard one day but that doesn't make you less than him. If only you can see what I see," you whisper.

You get up to join the fight again when you hear Fury's voice come over the earpiece.

"Stark, you hear me? We have a missile headed straight for the city."

"How long?"

"Three minutes, at best. Stay low and wipe out the missile."

"Tony, you need me to help?" you ask and fly out of the building.

"No, your powers would blow it up, and I don't think water would disable it. I got a plan."

You look at the balcony and see Loki's scepter and look up to see Natasha on the roof staring at it. You grab it and fly it up to her. When Erik was blasted back by the power of the Tesseract, he hit his head just right and was able to snap out of whatever Loki did to him. He is now back in "scientist mode" and is working hard to try and shut the portal down. Natasha takes the scepter and places the tip on the forcefield around the Tesseract. When she pushes, the tip pushes past the barrier and closer to the Tesseract.

"I can close it! Can anybody hear me? I can shut the portal down!" she yells.

"Do it!" Steve yells back.

"No, wait!" Tony interrupts.

"Stark, these things are still coming!"

"I got a nuke coming in and it's gonna blow in less than a minute. I know just where to put it."

You look back and see the missile Fury was talking about. The council must have done this. Fury would not have let something like this happen. Tony grabs the missile and veers it off course by pushing up so that instead of heading to the city, he's headed straight for the portal.

"Stark, you know that's a one-way trip, right?" Steve asks.

Tony doesn't answer because he knows it. You start to fly up to help Tony when Natasha grabs your hand to prevent you from doing so.

"We can't lose two people."

"We're not losing Tony. He's gonna make it out."

When Tony passes through the portal, he is shocked at seeing the Chitauri mother ship. His suit can't handle the stress of being in space so it starts to freeze. Tony doesn't have access to Jarvis which means he doesn't have access to his oxygen filtration system. He is using what he has left in the suit but if he continues to be there, he will die.

"Come on, Tony," you whisper.

The Mother ship explodes in contact with the missile, and all of the aliens on Earth begin to die off. It's like the mother ship was their power source and without it, they can't live. The Chitauri convulse before dropping to the ground like flies. The aftershock of the explosion creeps toward the portal. If Natasha doesn't close it, then Earth will feel the effects of a nuke going off.

"Close it," Steve says.

Without hesitating, Natasha shoves the scepter into the Tesseract and quickly pulls it out, causing the entire system to shut down. The portal shuts off as it gets smaller and smaller. You're looking around for Tony and spot him falling back down to Earth. He passes through the portal seconds before it closes, and you smile at the thought of not losing your friend. However, Tony doesn't fly off. Instead, he keeps freefalling down to Earth. He will die if he hits the ground.

"He's not slowing down," Thor exclaims.

"I got it!"

You take off flying toward Tony and slam your body into his to slow him down. You grab Tony'sarm and pull him into you so that you're controlling the speed in which he falls. You gently bring him back down to where Steve, Thor, and Hulk are. You rip off his mask so you can see his face, and you check his pulse by placing two fingers on the side of his neck.

"Come on, Tony. Wake up."

Hulk yells in Fury and that's enough to startle Tony awake. He gasps and looks around frantically. You sigh in relief and sit back on your heels.

"What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me."

"We won," Steve chuckles.

"Alright. Hey. Alright. Good job, guys. Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma? There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is but I wanna try it."

"We're not finished yet."

You look up at Stark Tower when you hear Thor's voice and think of Loki who is still probably on the ground after the beating he got from Hulk.

"Okay, then shawarma after," Tony groans.

"Come on, get up."

You help Tony to his feet and the three men head up to the penthouse, Natasha makes her way down from the roof, and you fly over to Clint to bring him through the busted window. Loki is just now getting enough strength to sit up, and he sighs when he sees all seven Avengers staring at him with angry looks. Well, six of them are. You're sad for him at what he's become. This wasn't his choice. You refuse to believe it.

"If it's all the same to you. I'll have that drink," he chuckles.

As soon as SHIELD heard that it was safe to come down to the city and start the clean-up process, they took the scepter so that it was in their possession for testing. The Tesseract will remain with Thor and Loki because that is their only way of getting back to Asgard since the rainbow bridge is still gone.

It's going to take a long time to rebuild the city into what it was before, but you're not going to be here to see it. If the Tesseract is going with Thor and Loki, you have to go with it. It still holds so many answers to all of your questions. If you can study it, you'll be able to learn more about it and who you are. Plus, you have unfinished business with Loki.

Thor has placed Loki in handcuffs with a muzzle over his mouth. He will be facing Asgardian punishment which is fine with the other Avengers. The Tesseract is inside a glass tube with two handles on either side of it. Thor has one side in his hand while Loki has the other.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" Steve asks you. "I just got you back."

"I know. Trust me, I would stay here with you if I could. I have to know more about who I am, and the Tesseract will give me that."

"Is that the only reason?"

You look back at Loki who hasn't taken his eyes off you. You turn back to Steve with tears in your eyes.

"I have to go with him."

"He's no good for you, Y/N."

"I believe differently. I'll be back here as soon as I can. Thank you for understanding."

You walk to the brothers and place one hand on Thor's shoulder and one on Loki's. Thor uses the power of the Tesseract to beam all three of you back to Asgard. Heimdall saw everything that happened on Earth, so when you arrive on the remaining rainbow bridge, a plethora of guards are standing there waiting for Loki.

Being back here brings more memories to light, memories you never knew you had. Going down memory lane is going to hurt but is necessary if you're going to help Loki and figure out who you are as a person.

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Hi hi! I had the idea of Larissa and Fern supervise a school trip to an arcade but getting very competitive on the games machines

All Fun and Games

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Omg this is an adorable idea. Thank you.

"Dr. Rogers, I really don't understand how this is an educational field trip." Larissa whispered as you walked through isles of arcade games. You were still in the budding stages of a will-they-won't-they relationship and tensions remained high between the two of you. Due to a bit of nepotism, you convinced Larissa of a field trip for your advanced botany students.

"They are learning the power of teamwork." You pointed to Yoko at the side window of a crane machine, guiding Enid so she could win the stuffed animal of her choosing.

"Be serious. This has nothing to do with plant science, does it?"

You stop out of the way near a basketball simulation game and Larissa towers over you with her hands on her hips. You grin up at her, pushing your luck, "Larissa... You asked absolutely no questions when I asked to take the kids on a field trip and then you insisted on coming with. I didn't think you would be so slow on the uptake. Did you even read the forms when I brought them to you?"

Larissa hadn't looked at the forms. She was too busy staring at you as you leaned over her desk, talking to her about something she couldn't remember. She had been internally kicking herself for allowing her crush on you to permit such an oversight on her part.

"You could get into serious trouble for a stunt like this."

You reach out, grasping at one of the buttons on her jacket and play with it between your fingers. You tilt your head to look up at her, putting on your sweetest tone, "The only one that will get me into trouble is you... You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

Larissa glances around, not wanting any students to see her melting at your touch. She bit the inside of her cheek, knowing that she was going against everything in herself, "You are pushing your luck, Rogers. I'll give you one pass."

"Goody, care for a round of skee-ball?"

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Larissa hip-checked you, trying to prevent you from getting another 100 points in the top corner. You had been going back and forth, playing round after round. You were in the lead by only one game, so there was a lot riding on these next few tosses.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up, don't mess up." Larissa kept repeating to you as her fingers prodded your side, causing you to let out a laugh.

"You are a cheater." You laugh as your next two balls end up in the 10 and 20 due to her distraction. You give her a shove with your elbow, focusing on our final two throws, only one ending up in the 100 hole of the top right corner, "Ha! Suck it!"

Your score appears in bright lights at the top of the machine: 180. It was your highest score yet. You couldn't help but be a sore winner as you did a little dance. Larissa repressed a smile, "This isn't over yet."

What you hadn't noticed was students watching your interactions. Bianca had grabbed Yoko by the arm, pointing out the laughing and touching between you and Principal Weems, "Principal Weems has the hots for Dr. Rogers."

Larissa had been grinning the whole time, her eyes never leaving you. The students had never seen her out of her shell like this. She was much more rambunctious than her typically reserved self. Enid was added to the group of students, then Ajax and Xavier. They all talked amongst themselves, trying to dissect every smile and word. Enid was perhaps the most excited about it all as she slapped Ajax's arm wildly when Principal Weems took hold of your arm when she won the next round.

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"Rogers and Weems sittin' in a tree." Enid's voice rang out from the back of the bus. You only smiled as Larissa rose up from her seat, turning around to give her a death glare.

Larissa settled back down in the seat next to you, shaking her head in annoyance. You only smiled, taking her hand in yours and pulling it into your lap. A smile spread across Larissa's lips as you quietly sung the rest of the tune, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

#larissa weems #wednesday netflix #fanfic #gwendoline christie #stately sequoia #oneshot #larissa weems x oc #the cedars have eyes #fern rogers #violet and rose

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hirocimacruiser · 11 months

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Dramatic. Dance with acceleration.

4WDs that inherit the sporty spirit that shifts to transcendence without the slightest hesitation. It is a super potential that has refined the character of running to the maximum. The overwhelmingly powerful 1800 DOHC turbo gives the GT-R 210 horsepower (net*) and the GT-X 180 horsepower (net). These two are perfect for you who are friends with sports.

"Net" is measured under almost the same conditions as when the engine is installed in the vehicle.

GT-R (FULL TIME 4WD)

1800DOHC 16-VALVE WITH INTERCOOLER TURBO ●5-SPEED MANUAL

Main equipment Momo leather-wrapped steering wheel 2 leather-wrapped shift knobs FM/AM electronic tuner

+ Full logic cassette deck + 4 speakers Dunlop Performa 195/50R15 81V steel radial tires & 15 inch aluminum wheels Intermittent time adjustable front wiper Large diameter fog lamps (Bamba

(Embedded type) Dedicated design Front grill dedicated fender arch mall viscous LSD center

Differential: Rear differential with viscous LSD ● Bonnet triple bulge ● Front strut tower bar ● One-touch

Power retractable remote control color door mirror Roof spoiler with LED high mount stop lamp One-touch

Air conditioning switch ●Engine speed sensitive power steering/tilt steering rear package Tray/rear 3-point seat belt ●One-touch intermittent rear wiper and washer Side impact bar

#Mazda Familia GTR #Familia GTR #Mazda Familia #Mazda

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gralunaisland · 2 years

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That way none of those toxic Jerza shippers come after me, can we address on how unhealthy Jerza is and why it's a bad ship? I don't like how Erza who was completely traumatized by jellal and only wanted him to be okay is now all, "Oh JeLlaL, i'M sO SuBMissIvE FOr yOu, EVen iF yOu dId nEArlY kIll mE iN tHe FIrSt SeAsoN, nOw I wAnT yOuR BaBiEs aNd wHaTeVEr."

🖤 - Anonziz

Why I don't blame Jellal for Tower of Heaven and therefore ship Jerza

(Firstly, thank you for your patience!)

Alright, let's talk about Jerza!

As I like to say, "No one is free from criticism; to pretend otherwise is folly", so even though I personally like Jerza, let's dive into this.

I'm not sure I've ever seen Erza act in the way you're describing, acting submissive and baby-crazy, though I'm sure you were just dramatizing your words for effect which is fine. Of course, I haven't been reading Fairy Tail 100yq, so maybe I'm just out of the loop, and she is acting that way now, but unfortunately, I don't have a way to confirm or deny that if it is indeed how 100yq Erza acts, so I'll just go off what I know from the anime I've seen.

I can see why you're upset with Jerza, since Jellal probably traumatized Erza by brutalizing her and for kicking her out all by herself into the world and for lying to everyone about her and keeping them enslaved. What he did was cruel. And you cannot undo actions, even if you try to make up for it. That bell can’t be un-rung.

However.

I still ship Jerza because the reason Jellal did those awful things is because he was controlled and manipulated by Ultear with her magic. She used "possession magic" on him, and she was able to pollute his thoughts and turn him evil, which then led to him keeping the Tower of Heaven workers there on the island to finish building it. That's the only reason Jellal turned evil in the first place. As a kid, we saw how kind and strong and loving he was, and what a good leader he was.

It doesn't make the most sense to me to blame him for doing a complete 180 from that to his manipulative, lying, selfish, brutal self when it wasn't his fault in any way. The only reason he was in a position to be possessed was because he sacrificed himself for Erza. Also, after he lost his memory, he acted like his old self again. And even after he got his memory back, he was filled with remorse and self-loathing and a powerful drive to repent and to make things right for the sins he committed.

I think these facts show that his true self was the self he was before he was manipulated by evil magic.

I also think that Jerza is one of the best things Mashima has written, at least from what I've seen from the main story of FT and not 100yq, nor the last Alvarez arc. Instead of Erza throwing herself into Jellal's arms as soon he got his memories back, she let him do the right thing and turn himself in to the Grand Magic Council for judgment. Instead of trying to escape punishment, Jellal went with them willingly and then worked hard to do good deeds to make up for the horrible things he did, even though it wasn't his fault. And even though they had a chance to love each other after he'd created his own guild, he lied and said he had a fiance, and Erza pretended to believe him, because they both knew they had growth to do before they were ready. They were both selfless and put their own desire to love and be loved by the other person aside in favor of doing the right thing.

I think rather than showing how horrible it is that Erza still loves Jellal despite all he's done, I think it shows how good a person she is. It just demonstrates her virtue that she's able to forgive Jellal and to see past her own personal trauma and hurt to realize that Jellal wasn't to blame for his actions, but she knew he needed to repent for himself. I thought this showed how healthy the ship was because both people involved are putting the other person first and because they honor the other person's boundaries. (Unlike juvia.)

I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on this, though! Discussion is essential to finding the truth about things, though when it comes to this, it's probably fine to agree to disagree.

#i personally havent met toxic jerza shippers but im sure they exist #but i wonder how theyve been toxic to you anon #toxicity is unacceptable coming from anyone #askgraluna #ask #anti juvia #fairy tail #erza scarlet #jellal fernandes #jerza #gralunaessay #fairy tail jellal #ft jellal #jellal x erza #erza fairy tail

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strange-ness-is-me · 8 days

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The Peril Analysis Essay

It’s not hard to hate a dragon with blood on her claws, even if that dragon hates herself. Peril is a SkyWing, one of the seven dragon tribes on Pyrrhia. SkyWings are your run-of-the-mill dragon, they can breathe fire, they’ve got scales, big teeth, and claws, but they have huge wings for extra flight agility. Peril was not a normal SkyWing. She had a condition called firescales, she was hatched with too much fire which made her scales able to burn things with just a touch; it is also twice as hot as a dragon’s regular fire breath. Peril was supposed to be dead. It was customary to kill the dragonets with firescales by dropping them off the highest peak, Queen Scarlet, a queen of the SkyWings, saved Peril from this fate. Scarlet gave Peril a purpose as a champion and let her stay in the castle. However, Queen Scarlet was far from an altruistic dragon, she was ruthless and manipulative. Queen Scarlet was afraid of Peril’s power, so she manipulated Peril into thinking she needed the queen despite Scarlet being the one who needed Peril.

Before the events of the Wings of Fire book one; The Dragonet Prophecy, Peril was a SkyWing who worked under Queen Scarlet as her champion in a gladiator arena. The arena was full of war prisoners, as a war had started with the SandWings, another dragon tribe that resides in a desert. Peril had lived with Queen Scarlet her entire life ever since Peril’s own mother tried to kill her. Peril mentioned why she was going to be murdered by her mother, saying: “Usually when dragonets like me hatch, the SkyWings drop them off the highest mountain peak. That’s what my mother was going to do, but Queen Scarlet saved me and killed her to punish her.”(page 138) This was proven wrong when it turned out that Peril’s mother, Kestrel, was alive and that Queen Scarlet originally ordered her to kill Peril. (page 179) Queen Scarlet changed the story from what truly happened since Peril was a newly hatched dragonet and didn’t remember much from then. Peril also originally had a twin brother, but he was hatched with not enough fire, his name was Sky and he currently lives with a scavenger/human. Scarlet gave Kestrel the choice to kill one dragonet and flee with the other, Kestrel decided to throw Sky into the river. Yet again, Scarlet changed her mind and issued a new order to her guards to “kill the other dragonet and take Kestrel back for trial.”(page 180) Queen Scarlet never told any of this to Peril to paint herself as a savior in Peril’s eyes. Queen Scarlet saw the opportunity to change the story for Peril since she was only a newly hatched dragonet when she was placed into Queen Scarlet’s care.

Secondly, Queen Scarlet completely controlled whom Peril can talk to and what information she can consume. Peril is a very isolated dragon, she rarely talks to other dragons since all other dragons are scared of her and her scales. This is good for Scarlet because she can keep Peril more to her chest. However, one of the few dragons that Peril interacts with is an old dragon by the name of Osprey who taught her things from scrolls. Peril cannot read scrolls since her talons would burn through the paper in a breath. During Kestrel’s trial, Osprey was her defense representative.; Peril was not allowed to watch the trial so she listened in by hiding in the prisoners’ towers. Everything about how she ended up in Scarlet’s claws and her mother’s true identity was revealed. Kestrel was sentenced to death for treason but Peril used the Champion’s shield, which gives the recipient immunity to the current trial to protect them. Peril was supposed to not know about the shield since Queen Scarlet just wanted to kill the dragons in the trials. Osprey taught Peril about the Champion’s Shield and Queen Scarlet didn’t like that. In order to teach a lesson to Peril, Queen Scarlet kills Osprey in front of her (page 193).

Along with control of information, Queen Scarlet also used a manipulation tactic called Munchausen by Proxy. It consists of a caregiver and someone in their care, the caregiver secretly inflicts a medical condition on the person in their care so the person has to go to them for medical attention. Queen Scarlet made Peril dependent on her by having her be the only means of supply to these black rocks, the one thing that Scarlet told Peril that she could eat without getting sick. Once, when Peril got mad at Queen Scarlet, she stopped eating these black rocks and got sick. For a young Peril, her dependency on the black rocks was cemented in her mind. What really happened was that Queen Scarlet lightly poisoned the food and Peril got sick from that (page 153). Another thing that Scarlet did was to keep Peril in isolation, but not from other dragons, from the outside world. Peril was not allowed to leave the SkyWing palace at all, she was kept where Scarlet could keep an eye on her. Queen Scarlet was insecure about the hold that she had on Peril, so she kept her from the world and other perspectives; she raised her to be a gladiator in her arena.

As you can see, Queen Scarlet was not the powerful dragon she claimed to be. She needed Peril and manipulated her by using tactics like Munchausen by Proxy and isolation to get Peril to do what she wanted. It was through this upbringing that Peril was used as a gladiator and champion for Scarlet’s arena. Peril was also used as a means to strike fear into the SkyWings. Queen Scarlet flaunted her control over Peril by having her kill dragon after dragon. Peril was also used to kill all the SkyWing eggs that were to be hatched on the Brightest Night to prevent the Dragonet Prophecy from being fulfilled. In the end, Peril frees herself from the claws of the queen and takes up her own autonomy. She now gets to choose for herself what she does.

#this is the essay that i said i would send #i live peril #i love peril #i laugh peril #queen scarlet is still a bitch but is a really good villian #and i will die on this hill

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