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SDR2 SUPERHERO AU

Hajime Hinata

  • Normal human with no powers
  • Has dreamed of being a hero and attending the prestigious Kibougamine Academy for Heroes for practically his entire life
  • Pays to join the school under the ‘Hero Studies’ course
  • Is invited to join the 77th class as a ‘trial run’
  • He then becomes…

Izuru Kamukura

  • Undergoes surgery to attain powers artificially
  • He was to become “Super High-School Level Hope”, a Hero to put an end to all evil
  • The surgery works and he obtains every power Kibougamine has ever studied
  • However, he loses his humanity in the process (emotions, memories, morals, etc)
  • Joins Junko Enoshima’s “Despair League” - a gathering of supervillains who have infiltrated Kibougamine
  • “Super High School Level Hope” becomes “Super High-School Level Despair”

Komaeda Nagito

  • Has the power of good luck
  • However, whenever he uses his ‘good luck’, even if it is to help those in need, an equal amount of ‘bad luck’ will affect him
  • Is a cheery person who will help out however he can, but his self-esteem is destroyed and his hope for himself is nonexistent
  • Becomes best friends with Hinata and is utterly betrayed when he goes under surgery and becomes Junko’s right-hand man
  • Superhero name: “Lucky”

Chiaki Nanami

  • Obtains the powers of the playable character (protag) from the last video game she played
  • When she starts a new game, she can no longer use the powers of the playable character from the last game she played
  • Dreams of becoming a popular enough hero that someone makes a video game with her in it
  • Superhero name: “The Protagonist”

Kazuichi Souda

  • He can bring machinery to life
  • The machinery he breathes life into will do his bidding
  • He can only bring five things to life at a time
  • Although, because of his pet screwdriver, he really only ever brings four things to life at a time
    • This is because if e brought more than five things to life at a time, one of his creations would lose its life
  • He is known for chickening out and using his machines for self-defense
  • Superhero name: “The Steel Shark”

Sonia Nevermind

  • She has perfect aim and can hit any mark
  • Although she uses non-lethal bullets, she is known for never failing a job
  • She is regal and poised, but can take anyone down
  • Superhero name: “Princess Pinpoint”

Tanaka Gundam

  • Has the power to speak to animals
  • Knows just what to say to convince them to do his bidding
  • However, he never sacrifices them in order to get what he wants
  • His animals are his partners, not his shield
  • Is sometimes mistaken for a villain because of his costume/makeup/demeanor
  • Superhero name: “Alpha Demon”

Peko Pekoyama

  • All of her senses and abilities are enhanced
  • She uses her incredible swordsmanship to fight off criminals
  • During fights, she can feel where the attacks are coming from and where they are going
  • Superhero name: “The Swordswoman”

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

  • Can “persuade” others to do his bidding
  • Basically mind control, but it has its limits
    • He can only control a person’s actions as long as they remain within five miles of him
    • He can only control a person’s actions if he knows their name
    • If he controls someone for longer than an hour, he starts to lose energy
  • Wants to team up with Pekoyama, but she insists on being his sidekick
  • Superhero name: “The Boss”

Mahiru Koizumi

  • When she takes a photo of someone she is able to trap them inside the photograph, which is akin to another dimension
  • People can move and talk when photographed (think Harry Potter pictures)
  • She prefers to use her power as a way to rescue innocent bystanders during a crisis
  • Superhero name: “Dimension Girl”

Hiyoko Saionji

  • She can “steal” other people’s powers
  • Can only steal two at a time
  • However, she can keep their powers for as long as she wishes
  • Her dream is to become a team with her classmate Koizumi
  • Superhero name: “Mean Streak”

Byakuya Twogami

  • Shape-shifter
  • Mostly uses this power as either a disguise
    • Can turn into whoever they want
  • Or a tool
    • Can turn into whatever they want. Claws, feathers, wings, you name it. They could have it all if they so choose.
  • No one knows what they actually look like
  • Superhero name: “Doppelgänger” 

Ibuki Mioda

  • Her guitar playing projects sound waves that can knock people out
    • (Basically the same effect as Black Canary’s voice)
  • She doesn’t even need an amp, she can just strum her strings and bam. Temporarily deaf, disoriented villain.
  • She loves helping people, but she loves playing for them more
  • Every fight she’s in she takes as an opportunity to spread her music
  • Superhero name: “Guitar Goddess”

Teruteru Hanamura

  • Can charm anyone who eats his food
  • When someone is charmed, they cannot harm him
  • However, they have to actually eat his food to be charmed
  • He’s basically useless in a fight
  • Superhero name: “Creepy Charmer”

Nekomaru Nidai

  • Has super-strength and enhanced empathetic abilities
  • Is known for trying to solve issues passively before resorting to using his powers
  • Encourages his fellow heroes more than anyone
  • Opens a summer “Hero Training Camp”
  • Mainly wishes to coach other heroes
  • Superhero name: “The Gentle Giant”

Akane Owari

  • Has super-speed and enhanced strength.
  • No one has more agility than she does. No one.
  • Is known for escalating situations and destroying property while trying to beat villains
  • Superhero name: “Ornery Owari”
  • (Don’t worry, people love her. The name doesn’t mean much).

Mikan Tsumiki

  • Has the ability to heal wounds
  • Whatever damage she heals is inflicted onto her own body at half of its original damage
  • Is known for messing up during jobs but still managing to win the fight
  • Prefers to stay out of fights if possible
  • Superhero name: “Healer”

anonymous asked:

I'm usually all about the smut but there's something about the way you write msr that has me craving sweet. Could you please write something before they are a couple where Scully is so sleepy and exhausted and Mulder cuddles her. In bed please! No sex.

Hi anon! I so *wish* I could write smut, but you asked for sweet anyway and here it is. No sex, apparently, is what I’m good at. Set in “Bad Blood” before the last scene in Skinner’s office. Mulder and Scully have to spend another night in Chaney. 

“Let’s just go home, Mulder.” Scully sighs, tugs at his jacket. He is dirty and he reeks. She probably does, too.

“Our flight isn’t until…uhm. We don’t have a flight.” Mulder stops to look around. Scully tugs at him again, exhausted, and he follows her. The drugs, whatever Sheriff Hartwell gave her, wear her down still. She just wants to sleep. Take a shower, maybe, but sleep. A lot. Forget all about this. One day, she decides, she’ll show interest in a man that’s not crazy.

“Scully, did we book a flight? Where is the hotel?”

Or maybe crazy in a more charming, less harmful way. She takes Mulder’s hand intto hers and leads him to their hotel without incident.

Scully is certain that they have two rooms. They must have. Mulder, now freshly showered with damp, spiky hair, sits in her bed surrounded by several pieces of paper. This is her room, she is sure of it. He’s chewing on his pen (he’s all out of sunflower seeds) and trying to figure something out. So is she; what is he doing in her room? In her bed?

“Mulder?” Her tongue feels too big for her mouth. She tries to tame her own damp hair; her arms too heavy to even attempt to hold the blow dryer. It’s not like she needs to look her best here in this Vampire-infested town anyway. Or whatever these people are.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” Scully wants him to leave. Go wherever. He used her shower, fine, and if her nose is not mistaken, he also used her shampoo. She doesn’t care. All she cares about right this moment is sleep.

“I’m working on our report for Skinner. He wants to see us first thing in the morning.” Scully groans and Mulder eyes her curiously with the pen hanging from his mouth like a cigarette. There’s nothing left of his own confusion. Without her, he wouldn’t even have found his way back here. Now he looks as chipper as if he’s just returned from a vacation.

“Mulder, can we do this tomorrow, please? I’m tired.” She puts emphasis on the word hoping he gets the hint. He doesn’t. Instead he scoots over to make room for her on the bed. He’s got to be kidding.

“Skinner expects the report.”

“Since when do you care so much about reports?” Scully is too tired. She sits down next to Mulder, tears the folder out of his hands and looks at what he’s written down so far. None of it makes sense to her.

“Scully, I’m sorry they didn’t have any flights for tonight,” Mulder’s voice takes on a soft tone and Scully, against her better judgment, feels herself relax. “I know you want to go home. So do I. But we’re stuck here for another night and the sooner we deal with this,” he takes the folder back out of her hands, “the sooner we can file it away and forget about it.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Dear diary, today Agent Scully-”

“Mulder.” Her voice is sharp as a knife and he shuts up immediately. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees him grin.  

“So how about you tell me exactly what happened with you and Sheriff Buck Teeth.”

“Didn’t we go over this already?” Scully’s eyes refuse to stay open. The bed is surprisingly comfortable and Mulder is like a big, warm, soft pillow. One she shouldn’t use, but her body is drawn to his and she is just too exhausted to fight it.

“Uhm, no. Not this time. What did you two do in the car, Scully?”

“Hm?”

“In the car,” she hears Mulder’s voice somewhere near. I can do this with my eyes closed, she reasons, and lets them drift shut. “What did you two talk about?” Mulder’s voice feels wonderful, Scully thinks with a small smile. Why can she feel it? Oh right. Her head is on his chest. She is not sure how it got there or if she should move away from him. Her body is no longer cooperating and Mulder, apparently, doesn’t mind.

“Hmmmm.”

“So you didn’t talk? In the car? What did you do with that guy, Scully?”

“Nothin’.” She mumbles against his t-shirt clad chest. He smells good. So very, very good. “Why are you in my bed, Mulder?” She asks him, taking in more of his scent, and sighs deeply. This must be a dream, she thinks. They don’t cuddle like this in reality.

“Actually Scully, you’re in my bed.”

“Hm. No. My room.” He chuckles and the gentle lift of his chest feels wonderful. He puts his arm around her, tentatively at first, but she doesn’t even think about asking him to remove it.

“You and Sheriff Buck Teeth, Scully.”

“Hartwell.” She mumbles, fighting against the pull of sleep.

“Hm. He had buck teeth, Scully. What did you see in him?”

“This for the report?”

“I need to understand it, don’t I?” Scully snuggles closer into his side beginning to feel cold. He lets her go of her for a moment so he can put a blanket over her. She sighs in contentment when his arms go around her again, holding her close.  

“He was interested.”

“Ouch, that’s all it takes for you? Good to know.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” She wants to get up, stare at him, hit him, but he’s too soft under her cheek.

“Did you just talk, Scully, or did you…”

“He talked and then he drugged me, Mulder.” When she feels his whole body stiffen, she puts her hand on his stomach. Gently caresses him until his muscles relax again. “Nothing happened, Mulder.”

“How do you know if you were drugged?”

“Was checked out at the hospital.”

“When?”

“Before I found you.”

“You didn’t even think to look for me?”

“Mulder,” she whines, “I was drugged. You… slept it off.” Which, she figures, is why he is so wired now and she is everything but. He is quiet and she breathes in tandem with him. In and out, in and out. Scully feels herself drift off, safe in Mulder’s arms, when he leans away from her. She wants to complain, but he merely turns off the lights, and then she is back in his arms.

“The report?” She asks into the darkness.

“Can wait. Goodnight, Scully.” He holds her tightly, not even thinking about going to his – or her room – and she finds herself smiling before, finally, she falls asleep.  

Jungkook Scenario: Moon Lily.

Request: Yeaaay requests are open! Could you write hogwarts!au jungkook fluff? <3 tq!

Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU.

Genre: Fluff.


Herbology was never jungkook’s favorite course, but for the past six months he’d gone more to the herbarium than he had gone while having classes with Miss Sprout. He smirked lightly, rushing his pace there, you were the only reason why he would so willingly spend time in that place at all.
It wasn’t odd to find you strolling around the different kinds of magic plants, going about the benefits of a certain leave and how magnificent every other flower was, so when he found you taking care of a bush of Belladonna he stayed at the door only to take his sweet time observing you.

He’d haVE to use Belladonna for his next test on potions class, and you had told him you were going to find him the best stash of seeds for him to succeed, because as always you were so ready to help out others even if they belonged to the Slytherin house, you were humble, sweet, dreamy, so you, so Hufflepuff at its best, and Jungkook, one of the proudest Slytherins out there was totally gone for you.
You sang softly to the Belladonna as if it was called the devil’s favorite plant for nothing and something in him felt warm just seeing you work on the plants.
Suddenly you turned your head startling him a little when your eyes landed on him. 

-Jungkook! You’re here-

He straightened his back and cleared his throat. -I just got here-

-And at a good time- you smiled and he did so as well in return. -I got your seeds- He arched a brow and you giggled. -For your test? Remember? You have a Potions test next week-

-Right the test- he exhaled walking closer to you. -You think with those seeds I can succeed? I don’t know anything yet-

-Jeon Jungkook- you scolded lightheartedly making him laugh. -You told you were going to put attention to potions, you have even been coming here to learn about plants to be more prepared-

Of course, Jungkook thought, he had said that to you to not make himself that obvious about him always wanting to be together. 

-You’re naturally good at this Y/N, teach me?-

You crossed your arms faking a scowl and then smiled when he didn’t stop staring. -Alright, but you should study by yourself as well- you extended the jar with the seeds which he placed in an inside pocket of his robe. 

-Thank you- he said stepping closer so he could kiss your lips, shortly but it still made you flustered. -How can I ever repay you?- he asked teasingly. -Maybe some smuggled butter beers, I know you like those-

You giggled. -I do like those, but actually…-

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✖ Characters/relationships: Original!Percival Graves x Reader

✖ Genres: Mild fear, mild fluff

✖ Summary: Percival catches you when you’re about to make an illegal deal but instead sending you to prison he offers you a deal. [Based on this imagine] @Anonymous

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 2408

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The Princess and the Pirate

Rating: T

Pairing: Captain Duckling

Summary:  When the Black Fairy finds a way back from the Dark Realm where she’s been banished, Snow and Charming fear for their daughter, Emma’s life.  They turn to the infamous Captain Hook to take their daughter to safety before the Black Fairy is able to start the “final battle” she’d threatened just after Emma’s birth.

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Prologue

Charming smiled as he looked down into the face of his newborn daughter, sleeping peacefully in his arms.  Just one week ago his True Love, Snow White, had given him the best gift he’d ever received, Princess Emma of Misthaven.

She was perfect.  Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes, perfect little rosebud lips, bright eyes, the typical bluish-gray of newborns (Charming was fully convinced Emma would one day have her mother’s beautiful green eyes). He was utterly and thoroughly smitten. His love for this tiny creature in his arms was greater than he’d ever thought possible.

Snow White leaned over him, her long, dark hair falling over his arm.  She kissed his cheek.  “It’s time,” she said with a grin.  “The naming ceremony starts in ten minutes.  Probably best if the little guest of honor isn’t late.

Charming looked up at his wife, and on impulse reached up with his free hand and brought her down for a quick kiss.  “Thank you for our daughter.  She’s everything I could have ever wanted.”

Snow leaned into the kiss, returning it for good measure.  “Well I had a little help.  You had something to do with our little miracle.  Now let’s got introduce her to the kingdom.”

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Siren Songs

A/N: This is just a little story inspired to me by @justwritingscibbles. She is a wonderful person running a wonderful blog, and if you want to read some really good stories I highly recommend her. 

Word Count: 637


“Hey, y/n, do you have any pain killers?” Nate asked me as he came into the living room.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” I asked as I lead him into the bathroom.

“I just have a really bad headache,” he explained with a grimace, “Damn, I was really hoping to record some today.”

I smiled sympathetically, “It’ll be fine. Just take the medicine and go lay back down.”

He nodded as I pulled down a bottle of pills and handed him some, “Could you go get me a glass of water?”

“Sure.” I said as I went back downstairs to the kitchen. I heard a loud thud over head as if something fell. “Nate?” I called out.

No answer.

I made my way back up the stairs to check on him as a chilling chuckle filled the air. “Nate! This isn’t funny.” I gripped the glass in my hand as a low hum sounded.

“Hello, Dear, welcome to New Reality,
We shall have fun you see, and
You’ll bow down to me.”
a voice sang.

I dropped the glass and stumbled backwards. I slipped in the water and fell down the flight of stairs.

I could hear the voice laughing as they approached the stairs,
“Such frailty, such mortality,
Ease to sleep, bend to me,
I’ll make it easy, you’ll see.”

A fog started to cloud my mind as I slowly fell under his spell, but I fought back, “Nate! What the hell? Stop!”

Nate stood at the top of the stairs with a triumphant smile,
“Your friend is gone,
But I am here.
Let me sing you a song,
Don’t worry, don’t fear.”

I watched as he slowly made his way down the stairs and realized he spoke the truth. He was a scary imitation. His eyes were black and his teeth pointed. Instead of that playful aura my friend had, his was pure mischief and malice.

“Come here, child,
Your pain is mild.
Get off the floor,
And with me be more.”
He sang.

His voice was smooth and fluid, and I found myself doing what he said without being aware of it. “Who are you?” I asked.

“Natemare is my name,
I’m finally free free of that cage!
My time is now,
Subtlety and charm,
Shall cause great harm,
Come with me, and see.”
He continued in song.

“Do you ever speak normally?” I asked as I struggled to keep hold of my mind. A headache was building up and was getting blinding.

He ignored my question and circled me carrying a haunting melody I couldn’t quite follow. He would touch me every now and then with a cold touch that left me gasping.

Goosebumps formed as he pulled me from behind into his chest and whispered lyrics into my ear,
“Join me in my campaign,
See the way we shall cause pain,
Emerge from the depths,
And take the body she has kept.”

At first I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I suddenly felt a rising force in my chest and I closed my eyes to keep from getting dizzy. When I opened them back though, I was in a void.


Natemare stopped in front if the girl and smiled as her now-black eyes opened.

“You called for me?” the girl asked.

“Who are you?” He asked, finally dropping the song.

“I am Tenebris. Darkness incarnate.” she answered.

“What is it you want, Tenebris?” He continued,

“Revenge. Revenge for the time I served in that prison. Revenge for the obstruction of my will. Revenge for the time known as a foolish and weak girl.” she answered fiercely,

“We shall work well together. Join me, and our will will be done.” Natemare continued.

Tenebris looked into his face and smiled an evil smile, “Your will is mine.”

S1E20- Charm and Harm

“You’re disgusting,” Elle said, picking a speck of lettuce that had sprayed on her jacket as Morgan wolfed down a burger.

He paused, gaping mouth full of food. “Awr you kigging ee? We jush caugh a murgerer and you wanna cohplain aout my oo?”

Elle suppressed a shudder. “Your what?”

“My oo.”

“Your what?”

Morgan finished chewing and audibly gulped the heaping mass of mashed burger. “My food.”

“Yeah,” Elle said, wiping crumbs off the dashboard, “I am. 

Morgan laughed before crumpling up the wrapper and tossing it in the back. “Come on, it hasn’t been that bad, has it?”

Elle watched as he put his bare feet on the dashboard, his soaking boots somewhere under the pile of food bags, shaking her head and smiling. “No,” she admitted, “it hasn’t been.” She frowned as he started throwing fries in the air and catching them in his mouth. “But you gotta admit, you’re kinda disgusting.”

Morgan beamed, a curly fry in his pearly teeth. “Admit it: this has been fun.”

Elle sighed. “You got me there. You’re hardly a boring car mate.”

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, “you haven’t been on a road trip with Reid yet, have you? He has all his little nerd books and fucking Tedtalks on audio tapes.”

Elle laughed as she swiped a fry. “Yeah, I guess I’ll take horrible eater over that. 

“I’ll have you know I pride myself on making excellent conversation.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Morgan raised his eyebrows. “You haven’t found me entertaining on this car ride? “

“Derek, we’ve been chasing a serial killer this whole time. It’s not like either of us were in the mood for I Spy.”

Morgan nodded. “How about this: we drive to Quantico.” He ignored her probably not horrified gasp. “Just you and me. If it’s not the best road trip you’ve been on, I won’t bug you about your boyfriend anymore.”

Elle shook his hand, a twinkle in her eye. “Deal.” Morgan winked and she started the car.

“Does this mean you have a boyfriend?”

“Did I ever tell you about the time my dad drove us to Disney World?”

“FUCK”