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scattered-winter · 9 months

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You know, another thing that always bugged me about VLD is the shape Keith’s Bayard takes.

People always calls it a sword, but honestly it’s more similar to a katar, a type of Indian push dagger. Which is the same overall design as Pidge’s Bayard.

It’s weird that Pidge and Keith both use the same weapon as the base for the form their Bayards take, but Pidge’s has a lot more utility with both its grappling hook and taser functions.

YEAHHH I've noticed how keith's bayard is a katar (ancient weaponry autism go brrrr) and I actually think that works really, really, really well for him. (I'm drawing from Autism Research that I did several years ago so I may be misremembering in which case I'm sorry </3) but iirc, a katar has a lot of power in the forward thrust (because the blade is lined up with the user's arm, so he can put his whole weight into a thrust) but they can also be used for swinging/slashing which is generally what keith's fighting style tends to lean toward. additionally, because traditional katar don't really have a lot of blocking protection on the hilt (unlike a zweihander, for example, which has a pretty useful crossguard) for someone to use a katar they have to be pretty quick and light on their feet to compensate for not having as many defensible qualities. which sounds a lot like keith's fighting style to me. katar are pretty versatile and rely on the intensity and power of their design/technique to punch through an opponent's armor and take them down as efficiently as possible, which just fits keith soooooooo well imo

and for pidge, I also really like her bayard because it reflects her personality and fighting style incredibly well, too. it's probably one of the most versatile weapons used in the entire show with its grappling hook, and the taser adds another range of uses (there's the obvious shocking, but I also remember seeing her use it to cut through hulls and things like that) and for a green paladin who thinks outside the box, a weapon that can be used in so many ways works so well. to address the similarities between pidge's and keith's, I actually think it might just be because of the shape of the bayards themselves. the only other two bayards we see take gun forms, so pidge and keith are the only ones with melee weapons which makes it hard to really tell if that handle shape is the norm for bayards or if it's just their unique personalities. but regardless, the H-shaped handle (the main characteristic in katar) is what all the bayards have in their dormant forms, so it might just be a matter of functionality that the handles for keith and pidge's weapons are also H-shaped

#i think too hard about weapons every day and its one of my charms tbh #GOD the urge to give some of the paladins a polearm bayard in the rewrite......that would be so so so so so sexy #if youve been here long enough youll knowwwww that this is a polearm appreciation blog first and a fandom blog second #but i digress.#woe. another weapons analysis from yours truly be upon ye.#voltron #keith #pidge #xpegasusuniverse #i also think ppl calling keith's bayard a sword is more just. ppl not knowing about different types of swords ykw #like how someone will see a car and go oooh its a car without knowing that it might be a Specific Type of car #or the same thing w guns #and tbh in terms of well known ancient weaponry unfortunately anything that isnt european/western isnt as well known #like everyone knows what a rapier is but a katar?? kusarigama?? katana???#ok maybe ppl know what katana are just because samurai are fairly well known but u know what i mean #anyway i have Got to take another look at katar again because god. i forgot how cool they are

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attackfish · 11 months

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@xpegasusuniverse asked for a continuation of the AU where Iroh finds a brainwashed Lu Ten after the war. Continued from: [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], and [Link].

1. They have barely even begun rebuilding when a letter from Mai's father arrives. She packs up and sails off the next day, leaving her lieutenant, a gray-haired former Navy man named Jee, in charge of guarding him. She claimed she would be gone for a week. Lu Ten isn't especially surprised when she's back again after two days instead. Nor is he surprised when she refuses to say a word about what happened. The baby brother is a surprise though.

2. The early days of rebuilding the beach house are frenetic ones for Mai. Each carpenter, mason, painter, blacksmith, and laboror has to be vetted, something Mai takes care of personally, and then has Jee go over them so that she can have a second pair of eyes. And then, even once she's vetted them, she can't trust them, so she has to watch them, and she has to set her small contingent guards to watch them, because any one of them could be either an assassin, or an idiot with a grudge. And what little free time she has, she spends it with her brother. Lu Ten can understand. It's not like she's making up work. But sometimes, especially late at night, he wonders if maybe she's just happy to have the excuse not to have to talk to him.

3. She's a surprisingly good big sister. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised, with the way she's been treating him with kid gloves, but he's surprised anyway, watching her with Tom-Tom on her hip, or with his hand in hers, or as she watches him run along the sand in that flatfooted way of young children. He peppers her with questions, and brings things to show her, and she always answers, and carefully examines what he shows her, and sometimes, when she doesn't realize Lu Ten is watching her, he sees her smile at her brother.

4. A few weeks after she gets back, and while she's still up to her neck in the hard work of protecting Lu Ten, a letter arrives. It's from his father. Mai hands it to him already open, though she swears it's unread. A strip of the margin had been cut off, so that Mai could subject it to tests for poisons. In the letter, his father says that Zuko will be going on an expedition, and he will be serving as regent in his absense, but after Zuko returns, before he returns to Ba Sing Se, he wants to visit Ember Island.

5. His stomach goes cold at the thought, like he swallowed huge chunks of ice, and they're sitting inside him, unmelting. He doesn't know why. Why wouldn't he want to see his father who loves him and has never been anything but good to him? Why does it scare him? Mai looks him in the eyes and tells him he doesn't have to let his father visit. He can tell him to fuck off. Or Mai can make up a horrible contagious disease. They can find some excuse. But Lu Ten shakes his head. No, his dad can come. He has to let his dad come.

#avatar the last airbender #lu ten #atla mai #uncle iroh #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #five headcanons #i ship iroh/tea #mai doesn't hate you #brave soldier boy doesn't come marching home

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yukiwrites · 3 months

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Kiran, Pondering

Thank you for the support and boundless patience as usual, @xpegasusuniverse! I hope you like it! I cried!!! so much!

Summary: Azura had told Corra and Rind that she was the sole survivor of her world's war, despite coming from the Revelation World. Worried that they would be heartbroken should the truth come to light, she asked Kiran to tell her right away if he summoned someone from her world...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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Askr was a refuge.

To Corra and Rin, — Princess and Prince Corrin from the Conquest and Birthright worlds respectively — Askr was the only place where they could meet and learn how to deal with the regrets gnawing at their souls.

It was only between themselves, as the existence known as ‘Corrin’, that they could find respite and support to allow them the chance to move on from their choices. To help them overcome their mistakes.

They connected with each other every single day. They held hands, drank tea and trained together, sometimes without even uttering a single word.

Just by having one another’s presence was enough to fill each of them with strength. They never spoke specifics about the war, as their wounds were still too raw, but just by being together, they felt like they could conquer the world.

Or at least conquer their own pain.

Once it was time to head home, however, it was as though they were pulling the bandages out of a still bleeding wound — reality would come crashing down on them, showing each of them the state of their world, and the crushing notion that it was all, after all, their own fault.

It was because they made the wrong choice. It was because they made the right choice.

It was because they chose. It was because they lived; because they were in that position, it was because, it was because, it was because…

The pit of their regret was bottomless. No matter how much they scooped out of it during the day, the two of them, together, it filled right up again once they were back home, to face the consequences of their choices on their own.

In fact, it was getting harder to go back home, instead of easier.

Askr was a refuge, but it was also a prison.

A comfortable prison, in which time did not pass and none of their choices — past, present or future — truly mattered. They were there to help with Askr’s own problems, while trying to deal with their own.

Coming and going to Askr had been great and terrible for the duo. To learn of the myriad of worlds out there and to know that they were not alone was reassuring in and of itself, but it also meant that they could see, touch and feel the consequences of the actions they did not make.

Just meeting one another was proof enough — not to mention the implications of their own existences.

What state was the world they each left behind to stay in Askr? What could have had changed, what different actions could have they taken so that this or that did not happen?

Just by looking at each other’s eyes, they could see the same questions plaguing them deep down.

They were strong together.

But once they went back to their worlds… They crumbled that much harder.

Flora had noticed it first, since she considered not meeting Felicia in Askr just so her sister would not break down any further. To give her hope during the day and pull it from under her feet after she came back home was much too cruel.

The clumsily adorable little sister did not deserve that.

Her wonderful, thoughtful and merciful Lady Corrin especially did not deserve that. Flora could see the pain gnawing away at Corrin, slowly but surely, every single day.

The mask that Corrin wore to the world; the one she used to protect herself from the guilt… it was crumbling. Each day, her smile faded more into gray. Each day, her feet dragged harder to stay in Askr for a while longer.

Each day, she looked up at the bright sky, something so foreign back in Nohr, and sighed wistfully.

Each day, Corra and Rin parted ways with heavier hearts than when they had met, unable to break away from their chains of regret.

Unbeknownst to them, kind eyes had been watching them from afar, and, much like how Flora worried over them, so did she. Azura may not hail from the same world as them, but she still considered the existence known as ‘Corrin’ to be someone precious to her. It hurt the princess to see them suffer so.

She and Flora had interacted very little in the past — even in Azura’s own world where Flora is still alive and well — but they decided to quietly meet every now and then so the maid could tell her about the progress between Corra and Rin.

Flora had realized, after talking with Azura a few times, that the princess was not only not the one she knew, but that she hailed from a world where things did not take such a bleak turn, as opposed to her own world.

Although Azura had a great poker face and rarely changed expressions, Flora was good at reading people, so they soon came to the agreement that Flora would report on the Corrins’ mental state while Azura would act as a shield between them and the other people who might hail from her same world.

Azura had, then, brought the matter to Kiran’s attention — though she did not bring the full picture so as to protect her friends’ inner turmoil.

Truthfully, she had just told the Summoner to call her should he summon someone from the Revelation world — how she came about that name was unknown, even though that was classified information hidden deeply in the Royal Library’s secret area — but Kiran could understand even after receiving Azura’s silence on the matter.

As the Summoner, Kiran could see information about the Heroes that no one else could, at least not without delving into the secret library. He could see, and interpret, the threads that bound each Hero to their version of their own world, so it wasn’t hard to imagine the reason why Azura would ask him that.

Surprisingly, Sharena was the one who brought up a concern about the matter to Kiran a few days later — or perhaps not so surprisingly, especially taking into consideration the princess’ disposition to befriend all Heroes.

She had noticed the subtle changes happening between the Corrins — not between themselves, mind, but between each of them and all the others around.

“I can’t really put my finger on it,” Sharena tilted her head with a frown, lowering her gaze to the floor. “They’re acting the same, but not really. Get it? Like,” she gestured something incomprehensible, waving her hands around like a little girl, “like they’re putting up with it, you know? They seemed okay in the beginning, but now… it’s like they’re straining themselves. Do you think we’ve been overworking them too much? Do they need a break? Should we, uh, let them have a vacation? There are a lot of good beaches around…”

Sharena babbled, her voice dying as she realized the nonsense she was spewing. Askr was never peaceful for long, as they have been constantly reminded on a daily basis. It was unthinkable to focus on giving Heroes vacations — especially when they had their hands full with barely maintaining the Order afloat with the sudden flood of newly summoned Heroes.

Alfonse, who sat beside her, had a serious expression. “It’s common for royals to manage their expressions and hide their true intentions, Sharena. Don’t you think you’re overthinking this?”

“You’re not a people person, Alfonse! You wouldn’t understand,” she puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms. Though, in a corner of her heart, she wondered if she wasn’t imagining things either. She wanted to get along with everyone, but it wasn’t as though all of them shared the same mentality.

Corra always greeted her with a big smile and held her hand as they walked — and she kept behaving the same as usual, it was just… there was a shadow over her smile from time to time.

Rin was a bit more reserved, but he was still just as warm — he even told her it felt great to walk barefoot on the morning dew, just as the sun was rising, and he had been right! It felt liberating, even exhilarating, since she had to sneak out of her palace to do so one dawn. Yet, when she excitedly went to tell him about that, she saw his stiff smile and forlorn expression as his gaze headed towards the west training grounds.

“N-not a people person…” Alfonse choked on the words uttered by his little sister, frowning as a way to recover from the shock.

Kiran shook his head at the siblings, looking down to Breidablik in his hands. “I believe you, Sharena. Actually, Azura and Flora came to tell me the same thing recently.”

Sharena beamed while Alfonse’s frown grew deeper, though Sharena soon went back to frowning. Being right about a bad thing doesn’t make it good.

“So, um… What should we do?” She twiddled with her fingers.

“... Nothing?” Alfonse said tentatively, to which Sharena responded with a glare. “We have no right to interfere in other people’s lives,” he added calmly, looking between Kiran and his sister, “especially when they are trying not to show us how they are truly feeling. There is not a single person who likes being confronted about the things they are trying to hide.”

There was a short silence as Alfonse’s words lingered in the air, being digested by the listeners.

“That’s true,” Kiran said in the end, nodding.

“B-but!” Sharena tried to protest, but Kiran kept talking.

“Still, even if talking to them about it would be too upfront,” he glanced at Sharena, then turned his gaze to Alfonse, “I think we could at least do what Azura and Flora asked us to do.”

“Hmm,” Alfonse bobbed his head to the sides, pondering on Kiran’s words. “If you think so, Kiran, then I’ll respect your decision.”

“But it’s not like you agree, huh?” Kiran took a jab, chuckling at the twitch in Alfonse’s brow as he got up from his seat. “Alright. Thanks for the heads-up, both of you. I’m off to the summoning stones, then.”

“I-I’ll go with you!” Sharena awkwardly got up, blowing a raspberry at her brother before running after the Summoner.

“Wha—?! Hahh…” Alfonse shook his head with a sigh at his sister’s behavior, but ultimately got up to follow them as well.

Once he arrived, Alfonse witnessed the most ironic coincidence.

A knight with a cowlick and donning dark armor politely greeted them once he stepped out of the smoke.

“My name is Silas, a knight of Nohr. I'm a little surprised I was summoned, but I'll do what I can to help!” He said with a big smile, setting off Sharena as well.

“Hi! Welcome to Askr! I’m Sharena and that’s my brother Alfonse over there, and this is Kiran, our Summoner! Now, tell me all about yourself!” She excitedly took Silas’ hand.

“Oh, and she’s a princess,” Kiran added jokingly, somehow knowing how Silas would react.

“A p-princess?! M-milady, forgive my rudeness for holding your hand like that…” Silas turned beet red and jumped out of Sharena’s range, hiding behind Kiran.

“That stuff doesn’t matter here,” she elbowed Kiran out of the way, “we’re all equals at the Order of Heroes, anyway!” She grabbed Silas’ hand again, but this time, he didn’t run away.

Instead, he chuckled. “You sound like my best friend.”

“Oh?!” Sharena widened her smile. “Who are they? Maybe they’ve been summoned too? What about me did you find similar to them?”

Silas looked up at the pristine sky, taking a deep breath. The sky he was used to, the one he had grown up to, was nothing like this. Nohr had always been a dark place; and the place he lived now had floating islands polluting the view, so seeing nothing but clouds up there was actually refreshing in a way.

“His name is Corrin!” He said, puffing his chest with pride, not noticing how Sharena’s hand flinched. “He’s a king back in my world, but he keeps saying to treat him the same way as usual, especially since we’ve been comrades-in-arms for so long.”

Unable to hide her expression, Sharena stiffly looked from Kiran to her brother. The two men exchanged glances as well and nodded.

Before Silas could even realize that something was out of place, Alfonse placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “That’s most interesting. Would you care to elaborate?”

“B-brother? You don’t usually like—ooooh, right. Yeah. Yeah!” She managed to smooth it over after receiving a piercing glare from Alfonse as Kiran silently excused himself. “Tell us more, Silas! C’mon, we’ll show you around,” she took his hand while Alfonse grabbed his opposite shoulder, effectively trapping him between themselves.

Oblivious to it all, the knight simply nodded and smiled, glad to be welcomed so warmly to this new, strange yet exciting place.

Kiran tiptoed away to find Anna so she could help look for either Azura or Flora, though they had to do it quietly lest anyone found out that there had been a Summoning — after all, once word got out, it would quickly spread.

Time was of the essence and, although Kiran shared most of Alfonse’s sentiment on the matter, it wasn’t as though he would turn down the opportunity to help when he had the power to do so. Still, hiding Silas’ existence or pretending he came from another world would only go so far, especially when dealing with people who shared strong bonds between themselves.

Kiran only hoped that none of it would blow up in their faces later, as he hurried his steps back to the Order while Alfonse and Sharena took Silas to the royal palace instead.

Time was of the essence.

#fire emblem fates #feh #fef #alfonse fire emblem #sharena fire emblem #corrin fire emblem #fire emblem #corrin #kiran fire emblem #kiran #my writings #yuki's commissions

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redrobin-detective · 4 years

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I read “Of Bias and Bravery” and I loved it! It was exactly what I was looking for, do you have anymore recommendations for fica like it?

You mean like Izuku addressing his quirklessness and past abuses?

Bitter by AdelineCaffrey was really good specifically about Baku/Izuku’s messed up relationship becoming public.

Twelve Years Late by Dr_I_Know_All shows Bakugou’s growth and how it infuriates Izuku on how he never recieved that respect

Shattered Centers by rubywing 91 is a great longfic on Aizawa breaking up the ground beta fight and learning about the abuse/OFA

The Bitter Medicine series deals with just the trauma of Bakugou and izuku and its great

also I wrote a fic along similar lines bloody, but unbowed in which Izuku decides to become an advocate for the quirkless

#xpegasusuniverse

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navek15 · 3 years

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(Artwork commissioned by the ever awesome Alex-kellar)

What’s up, Ultraman and My Hero Fans?

If you guys don’t know, me and my buddy xpegasus have been working on an AU Crossover fanfic between MHA and the Ultra Series called Ultrawoman Cross!

As you can tell by the artwork, everyone’s favorite gravity girl, Ochako Uraraka, is the host for the titular Ultrawoman. And if the uniform didn’t tip you off, this story is also a pseudo-sequel to one of my favorite Ultra Series, Ultraman X.

I’ve been wanting to a promotion post since I posted the first chapter two months ago, but with the cover art now done and my schedule becoming stable, I’m ready to promote this bad boy!

I’ll also be posting stuff this tumblr at my various inspirations for this fic. Tech & Monster specs, character bios, and even moe artwork when get around to commissioning it.

Until then, check out Ultrawoman Cross on Fanfiction.net or Archive of Our Own if curious. And if ya can, leave a review, because feedback is always appreciated.

And I promise you guys that more frequent updates are on the way!

Until then, go beyond! PLUS ULTRA!!!

#Alex-kellar #navek15 #xpegasusuniverse #Ultrawoman cross #Ultraman #ultra series #ultraman x #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #MHA #bnha #urakara ochako #ochaco uraraka #commission art #crossover #AU #fanfiction #archive of our own

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the-velvet-worm · 3 years

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I think a lot of this discourse with Amber could have been avoided if she didn’t Mark was Invincible when he revealed his secret identity to her. Amber wouldn’t get back with Mark, and she could say something along the lines of “Just because I have context, that doesn’t change the past or how you made me feel. If you really cared about me, you would have revealed yourself to me months ago instead of now as a last ditch effort to get us back together.”

And I wouldn’t have had Amber get back with Mark in episode 8, instead of kissing him I think Amber just should have said “Look, we broke up, but that doesn’t mean I hate you or think you’re evil.” End the season with the possibility of Mark and Amber repairing their relationship in the future.

That’s just my take on it.

I agree with a lot of this truthfully. It's funny, in the comics, Amber specifically figured out that Mark was Invincible, after breaking up with him and not even speaking to him for like a month, but as soon as she confronted him on it and he fessed up... she had sex with him for the first time lol. So... I have to say, a lot of the reaction from fans is also rooted deeply in misogyny because in the show, Amber dared to defend her intelligence against Mark's weak excuses.

I actually really don't like the way they got back together in the last episode. I wish it'd been more of a, "I'm giving you one last chance, but if you fuck up again, I'm out," kind of thing on her end. Like you said, Amber knows Mark wasn't being malicious or intentionally hurtful all the times he stood her up or bailed on her, but that doesn't mean he didn't do it, and that doesn't mean it didn't effect her. Honestly, I think she gave him too many chances before they broke up lol.

That said, I am looking forward to see how the show further develops their relationship from here. I'd like to see them actually overcome the obstacles that were between them over Mark's secret identity. And now that she knows, hopefully they can work through things a little better.

#thank you for the ask btw #I think your feelings are very in line with mine #invincible #invincible spoilers #invincible discourse #amber bennett #mark grayson #amber x mark #mark x amber #aark #xpegasusuniverse

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sarenhale · 3 years

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I love the Silver Snakes’ designs! What are the names of their Heroes’ Relics?

I’m really happy you like their designs! I’m happy you asked since I’ve been brainstorming on the relics names for a while, I really liked that the heroes’ relics in Fe3h all have names that refer to certain legends or operas, so I tried to do the same! Your ask actually made me sit down and decide to finalize some ideas, so here they are!

Nicolai’s spear is called Dracuul.

It’s a spear passed down in the Haandstrastsz family, and uses its crest. It’s a spear that also uses magic and allows for magic distant attacks, and it’s particular shape is reminiscent of the family’s crest shapes.

I took the name from Vlad Dracul, father of Vlad Tepes the Impaler. When I was brainstorming Nicolai’s family story, I was really inspired by Vlad Tepes’ story and thought that this little quote would be really fitting for it. Nicolai’s thirst for blood in battle gains him a certain infamy after the timeskip, when enemy soldiers and people start talking about a bloodthirsty dark knight weilding a crimson lance, so the parallelism with Vlad Tepes is pretty COOL and spot on in my eyes. Plus, morbid detail, I imagine Nicolai’s death in other routes would probably be something alongside being impaled by his own relic in the battlefield for all to see or something cruel like that. Because I like pain. And Francis Coppola’s Dracula that has a similar scene >:)

Olympia’s axe is called Gezwind, an axe used in the De Lange family and using its crest. It’s a quick axe that has a special bone leash attached to it that allows for certain maneuvers such as grappling the enemy and pulling it close to the user, or restraining certain foes.

Olympia’s family/names are inspired from dutch names, so I thought the dutch definition for ‘swift’ would be appropriate. I also added the chain thing to the relic because the idea of Olympia’s family having a particular fighting style related to that really appealed me, alongside the mix of elegance / savageness that is her character in general.

Sayid’s bow is called Kynegòs, a longbow that can shoot multiple arrows with one attack, thanks to its double bowstring. It’s used in the Makram family, that has a history of excellent archers and hunters.

Kynegòs means ‘huntress’, and is one of the titles used for the goddess Artemis.

Sayid becomes a falcon knight in the timeskip and is an excellent rider/archer, so I thought the little parallelism with the amazons/artemis was cool to add.

And finally, Cassandra’s estoc is called Basileia. The estoc is used to deal precise and swift blows, and the wielder can channel magic into it to enhance its power and be able to double cast in battle.

The relic fell into the Nazar’s family hands hundreds of years past, even though it’s unclear which family or hero originally claimed it. It’s compatible with the Nazar’s family crest though, and so it has been kept in their hands for centuries.

Basilea means ‘sovereign’ in greek. Sovereign can be translated as ‘sovrana’ in italian, which is a particular term that refers to specifically female rulers. It’s a term that was used in ancient greece or byzantine rulers, and I thought it was really fitting for Cassandra, since I did take some Ancient Greek inspiration for her design.

I’m going to post the relics pictures separately in a post here because I know posting pictures in asks makes them a weird resolution and sometimes not clickable. Thanks for asking! :) I love asks like these!

#thanks for asking! I had a lot of fun figuring out the trivia about the heroes relics #i basically went with quotes and stuff i thought would fit them and that interested me #fe3h #answered #the silver snakes #myart #myocs #xpegasusuniverse

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my-reluctant-hero-academia · 4 years

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Oh, this should be good *grabs popcorn*

[Izuku]: Look at it. It’s got anxiety.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

{Askbox is Open!}

#BNHA #Boku no Hero Academia #Midoriya Izuku #Bakugou Katsuki #Sero Hanta #Kaminari Denki #Ashido Mina #Reluctant Hero!Midoriya Izuku #art post #xpegasusuniverse #First Day #RH!MI Battle Training Arc

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infini-tree · 3 years

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Fake Fic Title: Love Me, Hate Me, All I Want Is Your Attention

send me a fake fic title!

its time to pull out an old one, its time for a gongmen successor au fic!

this one highlights the actual competition aspect of it all, mostly in mei mei’s pov as she tries to get one over the other prospective protogees. there’s at least one betrayal, subterfuge from a contestant’s noble family trying to pull strings in their child’s favor, all that good stuff

#ask #gongmen successor au #xpegasusuniverse #GOD i still really love this idea.......

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clevelandrocklovesick · 4 years

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I don’t understand why people think DrApeis is more trustworthy than YanDev. With YD we have a YouTube channel with 168 videos documenting 6 years of development, his Wordpress blog, his Trello page, and a debug sandbox anyone can download and play. With Apeis, we have two minutes of gameplay using stolen assets, a few scattered, random screenshots, and the word of a documented compulsive liar. How can anyone look at these two and think Apeis is somehow the more trustworthy developer.

I believe you answered your own question by using the words “6 years.” They don’t seem to understand that game development takes a long time—especially when the developer is attempting something extremely ambitious that’s never been done before.

I’d like to say I wonder how much progress Love Letter will make over the next six years, but I doubt the project will stay alive for six months.

#YandereDev drama #xpegasusuniverse

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silentmagi · 7 days

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Fanfic Title Summary: Bare Your Heart and Soul (and Everything Else)

Artist!Bakugo x Model!Kirishima

It's strange when an artist works with a model for years and still surprises crop up from time to time. However, Katsuki never expected that his life students model Eijirou would help challenge the boundaries around his heart he felt held him back from becoming the artist he was destined to be.

The Stories Untold

If you want to write one of these, please just link me

#fanfic summaries #Artist!Bakugou #Katsuki Bakugou #Model!Kirishima #Eijirou Kirshima #xpegasusuniverse #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #BNHA #MHA

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scattered-winter · 9 months

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In an earlier post, you mentioned that you weren’t going to do any lion swapping in your VLD Rewrite.

So, I’m assuming the means Shiro also gets to keep his Bayard.

Do you have any ideas for what form Shiro’s Bayard will take?

I did say that, yea !! I've since played with the idea of maybe having some instances where someone else will pilot a different lion for Plot, but it won't be permanent, and it won't be the same as the Bond (tm) that the lion has with her paladin. but I digress <3

I have sooooo many thoughts about shiro's bayard <3 I've always LOVED the hc that his bayard takes the form of a shield so at the moment that's my primary idea, but I also think it'd be cool if he had a few alternate forms later on (in fact, I'm planning on giving Everyone a few alternate forms as they continue to develop their skills) and ngl ngl ngl I am thinking sooo so hard about polearms. so very incredibly hard.

#the thing abt shiro is that. given his trauma w being forced to kill. i dont think his bayard would take the form of something #that is excessively violent. like a zweihander or mace or something ykw.#because i think he knows its a war and he has to kill sometimes but i also think he really really hates doing it.#and will only do it if he absolutely has to.#idk idk i think there's something poetic about The Gladiator The Black Paladin having a shield or a bo staff as a weapon #something that is more for Defense and Protection than killing. and can only be lethal if a deliberate choice is made to be lethal.#i havent really decided for sure what his main bayard form will be but itll be something along those lines #quintenary stars series #xpegasusuniverse #also to clarify on the temporary lion switches its not between the paladins themselves its like.#a paladin is injured/incapacitated for a long period of time and in the meantime the lion allows allura to pilot her For Necessity #but there's no bond there allura's just a placeholder who can pilot and form voltron but thats about it #et cetera

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This is another title I really like; “Paper Skin, Glass Bones, and Hearts of Gold.”

ooooo i also really like it... there's so much that it could suit so it took me awhile to think of this summary:

If you asked Izuku Midoriya how he thought his life would go, a half an hour ago he would’ve said “I’ll keep working any job that will take quirkless people, and keep doing my best to help others when I can.”

Now, clinging to the back of a Pro Hero’s motorcycle for dear life, as they flee from villains targeting him, he has no idea how to answer.

(A spin on the usual bnha time travel AU. Villains come from the future to kill Izuku before he can become the world’s first quirkless hero and lead the way in quirkless equality. For Izuku, who is already 18, gets sick at the drop of a hat, and has been working dead-end job after dead-end job, this is certainly news to him. He has no idea how he could go from how weak he is now, to the hero these villains are saying he’ll become. He just can’t believe it. He won’t let himself believe it.

Izuku ends up falling into the protection of a few new heroes from his own time - including an estranged Bakugou, who he hasn’t talked to since middle school - who are being guided and helped by a hero who managed to time travel back as well. They seem familiar... if only they would take off their full headed helmet.)

[send me a fake title, i’ll write a fake fic summary]

#ask a ghost #ghost writes #ask meme #fake title meme #fic prompts #ok i kinda like this one.... sighs and puts it into my bnha fic idea document #i got a little carried away w this one i think fhjghfg #xpegasusuniverse

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yukiwrites · 9 months

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Hubert, Kidnapping

Thanks for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This was so interesting and fun to write, I hope you like it!

Summary: Bernadetta still had an instinctive fear whenever she was near Hubert, but after he kidnapped someone important to her... she would fight her own fear to be able to see them again! Or, rather, to see it again.

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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At a damp, humid corner of the greenhouse at Garreg Mach Monastery, a small figure shuffled about, caring for a container full of strange-looking plants.

“♪ Hm hm-hm-hmm... ♪'' Bernadetta held the container up, intent on moving it towards the sunlight. “Get plenty of sun, my little darlings! ♪” she singsonged, immersed in her role. “Today I’ll move you guys here… But I’ll take Venette with me to get more sunlight… She looks all droopy and sad, I’m sorry, Venny!” She patted the afflicted flower — a yellow pitcher plant that had started to wilt — very carefully after setting the container down on a more sunlit part of the greenhouse.

Direct sunlight was important for her babies, so she sometimes had to brave the outside just to let them have some air. But it was okay!! Bernie was strong enough to step out if it meant giving the flowers more sunlight!

Besides, they helped her so much by eating the insects around her room. She could keep dirty cutlery for a week without attracting as many flies because of them! Less trips to the kitchen, woo-hoo!

“So, Bernie will be strong for Venny,” she murmured, taking the pot with the flower. The moment she meant to get up, however, she felt a shiver run down her spine. “Hiick— the air feels cold somehow—”

“How intriguing.”

“HYAA!” Bernadetta jumped out of her skin, throwing Venny’s pot overhead. “H-Hubert! Oh no, Venny!!” She launched herself to catch the flying pot as soon as she noticed it, but it had flown directly into Hubert’s face. “Noo!”

“Calm yourself,” Hubert sighed as he effortlessly caught the pot, though he failed to stop the lunging Bernadetta and had to brace himself for the impact. “Urk.”

“O-owiee!” Bernadetta hit Hubert’s chest, though her forehead hit Hubert’s chin sharply, making her tumble back, holding her head in pain.

“Huff,” Hubert shook his head, massaging his chin.

Bernadetta squirmed in pain, sobbing like a frightened hamster. “O-owiee… I-I’m so sorry, Hubert! Please, please, please don’t kill me. Or worse, please don’t do anything to Venny! She has no fault in this! P-please, punish only me!” She talked big and brave, but she was just such a tiny person holding her reddening forehead with both hands.

“I have no intention of holding anyone — or rather, anything — hostage, Bernadetta. Take your plant.” He motioned Venny towards Bernadetta, but the girl jumped out in fear, taking three steps back.

“R-really? Are you really letting us go? B-but I hurt you! And you- you saved… Oh yeah, thank you for catching Venny, really.” She stopped stepping back and took a minuscule step forward. “Um, I’m sure the fall would’ve been fatal… She looks so sad lately,” she took another step, looking now only at the plant instead of the tall, broody man holding it.

“Think nothing of it. It was partly my fault for approaching without making my presence known.” Hubert urged her to take the plant, moving it closer to her. It, instead, made her flinch and take another step back, like a cautious cat. “I should have realized you would still scream at the sight of me.”

Bernadetta sniffled. “I-I’m sorry, Hubert… I’m trying, I swear! I swear I am…” She squeezed her eyes shut, taking another step forward to cover for the one she just took back.

“I can see that,” Hubert smirked, then retracted his hand with the flower. “What say you I keep this for the time being? Seeing me to instruct me on how to care for it would surely help with overcoming your fear, will it not?”

“Oh no, Venny!” She leaped forward again, but stopped in her tracks once she was close enough to touch Hubert. “You’re taking her hostage a-after all…!” She sobbed, her whole body trembling.

“Call it ‘temporary custody’ instead, if it makes you feel better,” he hummed, looking at the strange, yellow reddish plant. “I, however, have no talent in caring for flowers, so you will need to seek me out if you want her to live,” he snickered evilly.

“Vennyyy!” Bernadetta held her head with both hands, apparently forgetting about the round, red spot she had hit just a few minutes ago. “I-I’ll save you, Venny, just you wait!”

Hubert chuckled, amused at how dramatic such a simple interaction had turned out to be. “So? How should I care for it now? Or should I call it… Venny?”

Bernadetta audibly gasped. “That’s her nickname for close friends only! Her name is Venette!” She defended the honor of the plant like a knight fighting for his ladyship. That was, of course, if a knight looked like a small hamster mounted on a straw horse.

“Of course, how could I have been so rude,” Hubert played along, though not enough to bow to the plant he held. “So, how should I care for Venette? I must admit I find these little spawns of yours to be quite intriguing.”

“S-spawns… it makes me look like an evil witch or something, that’s kinda mean…” Bernadetta stuttered under her breath, shaking like a leaf. Hubert ignored or pretended not to hear what she said, instead looking at her as he waited for the answer. “Will… Will you really take care of her? She’s kinda sick right now so she needs a lot of love!”

“I cannot promise to give it ‘love’, but I am quite good at following instructions… as long as they suit me, of course,” he murmured the last part, though Bernadetta wouldn’t have heard it in her despair after hearing he couldn’t give Venny any love.

“I’ll… I’ll give her the love she needs! I can still visit her, right? I’ll visit her everyday!” She pumped her chest, then immediately regretted her words. “Every… other day? Every three days? No, no, what am I saying! Venny needs constant care! Everyday! Everyday it is!” She talked herself in and out until finally arrived at a conclusion.

“Suit yourself, then.” Hubert bobbed his head to the sides, actually surprised at himself for not realizing he was smiling through the whole interaction. “So? What shall I do first?”

“R-right!” Bernadetta nodded, then as she meant to step towards him, she shrieked. “Wait! I need to juuust push them over here a little bit…” She turned around to the container with the other pots, placing it in a more sunlit corner. “Phew, there!”

“Even though they are all plants, do you need them to be in direct sunlight so much?” Hubert asked over her shoulder, ignoring her gasp of surprise. He waited for her to calm down enough to reply.

“Y-yes. Carnivorous plants need a lot of sunlight since they don’t get as many nutrients from the soil like other plants.”

“Amusing.”

“Also, the soil needs to be almost like hummus, but not too watery, either. It’s gotta be wet enough! They like being in bog-gy situations, heehee… hehehe…heh. Get it? Bug, buggy, bog, boggy… I’ll stop talking now.”

“Don’t. I did ask for this.” Hubert urged, following after Bernadetta who led the way outside.

“Um, okay. I usually let Vinny stay here behind the greenhouse when she needs more sunlight,” she pointed to a corner where the sunlight reflected from the glass and illuminated a round area. “It’s good and hidden, but it’s not in the shadow, so she can soak up as much light as she can!”

Hubert went over to the area to examine it. The ground had slight, round marks all over the place, as if Bernadetta had been doing this for a long time. It was clear that the spot was well-used and that she took great care in her craft, despite what her own self-deprecation would say.

“Is this the only such place? I wouldn’t be a good captor if I just placed my mark here and left, would I?” He smirked, to which Bernadetta gasped, losing the color of her face.

“I’m- um, I… okay, Bernie, be strong for Venny… For Venny!” She yelped, slapping her face with both hands.

Hubert blinked in surprise at the loud clap, almost compelled to ask if she was alright. Almost.

Smoke seemed to flow out of Bernadetta’s red, swollen cheeks due to the force of the impact, but she pumped herself up even further.

“CAN I GO TO YOUR ROOM FOR A MOMENT?!” She yelled atop of her lungs, telling not only Hubert but any student within a 100 feet radius of her intentions.

It was Hubert’s turn to take a step back in sheer surprise, but he soon composed himself with a fake cough. “I do not see how one thing relates to the other in the slightest.”

“Ah, um! It’s because you could always keep Venny in your room if you wanted, but I wanted to check the amount of sunlight your window gets to make sure, or if you wanted I could show you my room… for a teensy weensy moment… and how I keep my plants there and stuff! It’s important! Of utmost importance! Venny’s life depends on it!”

“For a teensy weensy moment, you say?” He stifled a laugh. “Very well, show me your abode and I shall bring you to mine. You can rearrange the furniture around the window if you so desire, as well.”

“R-really?!”

“Of course. Just do not touch anything else,” he said with an icy tone, making the girl jump up in surprise and take a few steps back.

“N-n-n-not gonna happen! I won’t touch anything! Anything at all! If anything, I could just take Venny out and away from your life and your sight entirely!” She saluted for some reason.

Once again Hubert chuckled, even more amused now that he realized bullying— well, teasing, more like — Bernadetta could be this fulfilling.

“What kind of poor captor do you take myself as, Bernadetta? No backhanded games, either. Lead the way and teach me how to care for my captive.” He urged, taking a step towards her.

Frightened but also worried about the drooping Venny, Bernie nodded and walked at hurried, tiny steps towards her room. She kept only a few specimens with her, seeing as her room got much less sunlight than the greenhouse.

“This is Kennard. Kenny for close friends,” she pointed to a red, Hydnora plant with teeth-like petals mixed between a large pot with other plants. “He likes being around other plants ‘cause he gets the nutrients from them. Isn’t he just a darling? He can’t live alone!”

It exuded a terrible, terrible stench of death.

Hubert frowned at the smell. “Charming.”

“I can’t keep him in the greenhouse for too long or other people will dispose of him thinking he’s a dead plant or something. Just because he’s pollinating doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy, really! It’s not his fault it smells like that,” she pouted, not even taking a glance at Hubert’s side. ‘Kenny’ was really all she could see.

As she spoke, Hubert looked again at the plant. It moved as if feeling his gaze, making the man’s frown deepen.

The flower opened its jaws as if it could speak, but only motioned the movement of speech, obviously.

Yes, obviously. There was no way a plant would talk.

There was also no way a plant was mimicking speech. Why would it? How could it, anyhow? It was a plant.

Hubert glanced at Venette in his hand, noticing it bend slightly towards Kennard. Looking between the two, Hubert felt even more intrigued.

It looked as if they were having a conversation. A plant-versation, Bernadetta would say and then excuse herself for the terrible pun.

Some instinctive disgust or fear encroached Hubert’s chest.

“Enough,” he interrupted whatever rambling Bernadetta had been on about Kenny’s wonderfulness.”I will take you to my room, so bring anything I will need to care for the plant on your way out,” he excused himself, cutting the alleged plant-versation in the middle.

“A-aah, wait for mee!” Bernadetta scrambled to get the few gardening tools she had lying around. “Sorry about that, Kenny! You hadn’t seen Venny in so long… You must’ve had a lot to talk about, right?” She patted the flower on the ‘head’, smiling brightly.

The plant nodded, or at least it looked like it did under Bernie’s slight touch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring Venny back, no matter what! You’ll see your friend again!” She pumped herself up, then left the room, leaving Kenny and its pot-mates alone.

Or… were they?

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #bernadetta fire emblem #hubert fire emblem #my writings #yuki's commissions

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