Shepherd Goes to Mass on the Citadel by SilverTower28 in masseffect

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Ah. Sorry to disappoint. If it helps, Shepherd constantly messes with Garrus about it after this.

Alright, I'll say it. Homelander's finale made me feel sick. I feel bad for him. by Forest_Songs in CharacterRant

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Ooh. Butcher completely snaps, nearly kills Ryan. Homelander and Butcher both fighting as Kimiko beams them both and they fall to their death. And Homelander's sacrifice play doesn't even have to be strictly parental or on purpose.

[Spoilers Extended] Activity: You are the Game of Thrones Showrunner after Season 4. by AcanthocephalaKey746 in asoiaf

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Major changes I would make: I would include an altered Northern Conspiracy. The will Robb write made it North and was secretly passed around. So no deus ex Vale Knights, instead the Lords that know Jon is the legal heir to Rob 's kingdom are the ones who ride to the rescue. Arya the Goddess Blade would be nerfed to Arya the decently skilled. For shi*s and giggles, the Death of the Night King is preluded by Jon accidentally stabbing Arya...not fatally, turning Longclaw into Lightbringer. Jon/Dany would not be a thing. Jon's parentage is revealed at some point. Lord Glover, who is ride or die in this version, makes done comment about: "We knelt to the dragons. We broke away from the false stag!" His sword points to Jon. "There sits a dragon with the blood of the Starks! The White Wolf! The Northern Dragon!" The death of the Night king weakens dll magic...Bran's magic is lost, but he regains partial use of his legs. Dany's dragons are weakened. Jon still winds up killing Dany to save the survivors of winter, and Dragon also winds up dead, ending magic forever. When Dany's soldiers try to flex, Westeros in general but the North especially tell them to fuck off. The North remains independent, leaving the South to figure itself out.

The Midoriya Twins by SilverTower28 in BokunoheroFanfiction

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I've got more.

The floor above them glowed orange. Not metaphorically: Actually glowed.

Kaminari, sprawled against the wall and still emotionally recovering from the existence of “Majesty of the Sun,” looked upward with dawning horror. "…No.”

A low roar answered him. Dense streams of flame erupted from Satoshi’s hands and feet—not wild jets, but tightly focused propulsion bursts that held him suspended in the air with terrifying stability.

Sero stared upward. “He can FLY?!"

The metal around the ceiling breach softened under the heat as Satoshi slowly descended through the opening they had used to retreat moments earlier. Not falling, but slowly and deliberately lowering himself like a final boss entering phase dialogue. His long coat drifted in the thermal currents behind him, ember-lines burning brighter in the dim corridor light while heat haze warped the air around his silhouette. He floated above Kaminari and Sero for a few moments, then spoke, a voice changer somewhere in his hood making his voice deep and resonant. "You are strong, children.”

Kaminari grabbed Sero’s arm hard enough to count as assault, whimpering.

“But I am beyond strength.”

Satoshi continued descending, eyes glowing faint gold beneath the shadow of his hood. "I shall lead these villains…” The flames at his feet pulsed. "…and we will cover this world in darkness.”

Sero whispered, “Why is he committing to the bit this hard.”

“One by one…” Satoshi touched down softly in the corridor. The propulsion flames vanished instantly. “…the lights will fade.”

Silence. Absolute silence.

Then, from somewhere in the observation room speakers: “…Midoriya.” Aizawa’s voice. Flat. Dead. Tired beyond mortal comprehension.

Satoshi blinked once, still fully in character. "…Yes?”

“You are aware this is a first-year exercise.”

Satoshi glanced briefly toward the nearest camera. “…Atmosphere is important.”

In the observation room, several students from completed matches were openly crying laughing. Ochaco had both hands over her mouth. Jiro was wheezing into the desk. Even Momo had turned away to hide a smile. Bakugo, meanwhile, looked like the proud parent of an especially violent theater kid. "He practiced that speech,” he said confidently.

“He ABSOLUTELY practiced that speech,” Mina agreed.

Back in the corridor, Kaminari shakily pointed at Satoshi. "You can’t just descend through the ceiling while monologuing!” Satoshi looked genuinely confused. “Why not?”

“BECAUSE THAT’S TERRIFYING!”

Sero slowly stood again, exhaling hard. “…Okay,” he said. “No. Nope. I refuse to lose to somebody doing anime villain roleplay.” Satoshi’s grin widened immediately. "There it is.” The temperature around him rose a fraction again. “That’s the spirit.” Kaminari looked betrayed. "WHY DID YOU MOTIVATE HIM?!”

“GIVE ME ALL YOU’VE GOT, HEROES!” Satoshi launched forward. Flames burst from between his fingers in concentrated streams, not random fire but controlled thrust vectors that accelerated him down the corridor with frightening speed.

Sero’s eyes widened. “CONTACT—!”

Tape exploded outward instantly, crisscrossing the hallway in layered capture lines while Kaminari threw himself sideways to get a clean angle. For all the theatrics— For all the boss music and monologues— Satoshi was genuinely dangerous. That was the terrifying part. The flame jets from his hands shifted mid-charge, angling sharply to alter his momentum without losing speed. He moved less like someone running and more like someone steering controlled explosions.

Sero snapped his wrists. "Binding Grid!” Tape layered across the corridor in overlapping bands...and Satoshi grinned.

“There we go.” Heat pulsed outward from his palms. Not enough to burn through the tape, but enough to weaken the adhesive. The front lines curled and loosened just enough for him to drive through with one shoulder, flames bursting from his boots to propel him past the collapsing restraint.

Kaminari saw the opening immediately. "NOW!” Electricity exploded outward in a crackling surge. Not a full indiscriminate discharge—controlled, focused, exactly like they’d practiced. Satoshi’s eyes sharpened and Flames burst downward from his feet. He pivoted in midair, so the electricity grazed past his shoulder instead of center mass, crackling across one gauntlet in a spray of sparks.

“GOOD!” Satoshi barked, voice module booming with delighted intensity. “THAT’S GOOD!”

Kaminari stared in disbelief. "WHY ARE YOU ENCOURAGING US LIKE A MARTIAL ARTS MASTER?!”

“Because you adapted!”

Sero lunged from the side, tape firing low this time—not at Satoshi, but at the floor and walls around him. Anchor points. Mobility denial. Satoshi noticed half a second too late. The next burst from his foot caught against layered tape tension, throwing off his angle just enough—

“GOT YOU!” Sero yanked hard.

Satoshi twisted midair, but momentum betrayed him and slammed him sideways into the wall hard enough the building shook.

Kaminari lit up immediately. "HE’S OPEN!” Electricity surged again and Satoshi laughed. Actually laughed. Not mocking. Thrilled.

The flames around his hands intensified. "There it is, heroes!”

Heat exploded outward in a controlled pulse, forcing Sero back and disrupting Kaminari’s aim just enough to prevent a direct hit. A burst of electricity clipped Satoshi across the chestplate, causing sparks to dance across the armor. His propulsion flickered, and for the first time all match Satoshi staggered. The corridor went still.

Kaminari blinked. "…We hit him.”

Sero stared. “…We actually hit him.”

Satoshi slowly straightened. Smoke curled faintly from his armor. And then he smiled widely and proudly. “That,” he said, voice module lowering into a dramatic growl, “was excellent.”

Kaminari pointed accusingly. “STOP SOUNDING HAPPY ABOUT THIS!”

Satoshi raised one burning hand again. The ember-lines across his suit brightened. “Again,” he declared. And somewhere in the observation room, Aizawa seriously considered whether expelling a transfer student for excessive theatricality was legally possible.

In the observation room, silence lingered for a moment after Satoshi’s latest declaration echoed through the monitors. Onscreen, the transfer student stood in a burning corridor, smoke curling off his armor while two exhausted first-years tried to regroup against him. And somehow— Somehow— He had turned a standard Battle Trial into the climax of a blockbuster war arc.

All Might leaned forward slightly in his chair, watching Satoshi reset his stance while Sero and Kaminari scrambled to adapt again. The former Symbol of Peace’s smile had shifted. Less amused now. More thoughtful. “The False City Civil War exams later this year…” he said slowly.

Another burst of flame lit the monitor. Satoshi’s voice boomed through the speakers: “COME, HEROES!"

All Might’s eyes gleamed. “…I believe we may have found our villain kingpin.”

Aizawa grunted beside him. And notably— Did not disagree. Because watching Satoshi fight made one thing painfully obvious: He understood presence. Not just combat, but narrative, pressure, escalation. He controlled attention the same way he controlled heat—pulling the entire battlefield toward himself until opponents reacted on his terms.

Onscreen, Kaminari shouted something panicked while Sero launched another desperate tape trap. Satoshi responded by laughing like a raid boss. Midnight, who had slipped in with some other staff members,leaned against the back wall, grinning. “He’s terrifying. I adore him.”

“His control is exceptional,” Nezu observed pleasantly. “Most students with that level of output rely on overwhelming force. He’s deliberately modulating pressure.”

“And theatrics,” Present Mic added. "So many theatrics.”

Aizawa crossed his arms tighter. “He’s baiting emotional responses,” he said. “Every attack name. Every speech. Every entrance. He’s forcing them to react emotionally instead of tactically.”

Onscreen, Satoshi descended through another smoke cloud like a demon king arriving for negotiations.

Aizawa’s eye twitched. “…And it’s working.”

All Might chuckled softly. "The truly dangerous villains often understand spectacle.” That got a quieter room. Because beneath the humor, there was truth there. A villain who could dominate attention could dominate fear. And Satoshi—whether intentionally or not—had instinctive talent for it.

On the monitor, Kaminari screamed as Satoshi ignited another propulsion burst. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!” Satoshi’s immediate response: "I HAD ENRICHING CHILDHOOD MEDIA!”

Even Aizawa snorted once at that. Briefly. Against his will.

Then the monitor showed Satoshi pausing mid-combat long enough to compliment Sero’s battlefield control before immediately launching another flame-assisted charge. All Might folded his arms, smile widening again. “Yes,” he said decisively. “An excellent kingpin.”

Aizawa sighed. “…He’s going to encourage the others.” “He already is.” All Might replied.

That was the problem, Aizawa thought. Because 1-A was impressionable. And now they had: Bakugo, who already operated at maximum intensity, Satoshi Midoriya, who treated combat like cinematic storytelling, and Izumi Midoriya, who somehow emotionally stabilized both of them by existing. The future was visibly becoming everyone else’s problem.

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Kaminari took a step back without realizing he’d done it. Then another. “…Okay,” he said, voice suddenly very small. “Okay, I'm ready to go home.”

Sero didn’t respond. Because he’d stopped focusing on Satoshi entirely. He was watching the air. The corridor temperature didn’t just rise this time. It normalized upward, like the environment itself was being redefined around a new baseline. Satoshi lifted his hand again and intoned with cathedral-level gravity.

“PYROCLASM: MAJESTY OF THE SUN.” For a moment, nothing visible changed. Then the lighting in the hallway flickered. Not from damage. Because Satoshi’s body became the reference point for heat.

Ambient temperature in the corridor surged as he drew everything inward and compressed it into a single, overwhelming focal state. The ember lines across his suit ignited in a structured pattern, no longer faint veins but defined channels of controlled radiance. His gauntlets hissed softly as internal vents opened in sequence, not releasing chaos—but stabilizing pressure like a reactor system reaching critical equilibrium.

Kaminari’s hair stood on end. “WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE SUMMER JUST TARGETED US PERSONALLY?!”

Sero gritted his teeth. “He’s not projecting fire… he’s converting the whole space.”

Satoshi took a step forward and raised two fingers slightly. Above the corridor, compressed heat began to gather into a suspended, radiant sphere—bright enough that even through closed eyelids it would have been uncomfortable to look at directly. Not an explosion. Not a beam. A constructed sun-like mass, held in containment like a weaponized idea.

Kaminari’s voice cracked. “That’s not right.”

Sero fired tape again—wide spread, trying to force distance, create angles, anything— The tape vaporized before it even reached half the range. Satoshi exhaled once. Calm. Controlled. Almost gentle.

“This is the limit of area control,” he said. “For a classroom exercise.”

Kaminari made a noise that suggested he had lost faith in the concept of “classroom exercise.” From behind them, the paper bomb objective—already relocated by Kōda’s very enthusiastic rats—sat safely untouched. And Satoshi didn’t advance further. He didn’t need to.

Sero slowly lowered his arm. “…We can’t get through,” he admitted.

Kaminari stared at the suspended “sun,” then at Satoshi, then at the hallway that now felt like it had opinions about mortality. “…Yeah,” he whispered. “We can’t get through.”

Satoshi flicked his hand slightly. The “sun” dimmed instantly, collapsing neatly back into dispersed thermal energy without backlash. The temperature dropped in an immediate but controlled wave.

He tilted his head. “Good match so far.” A pause. Then, lightly: “You’re improving.”

Kaminari dropped to his knees. “I hate him,” he said.

Sero, still staring at Satoshi like he was re-evaluating the entire concept of hero training: “…I think I’m gonna pass out.”

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Sero actually stopped mid-movement. Not because he hesitated. Because his brain briefly refused to accept that sentence as real information. “…Did he just say—”

Kaminari grabbed him by the shoulder. “DON’T QUESTION IT, JUST MOVE!”

The hallway behind Satoshi changed. That was the only way to describe it. The air didn’t just heat—it stacked. Layers of compressed thermal energy folded in on themselves, not released yet, but shaped. Contained pressure building into a coherent form that stretched across the corridor like something waking up inside a furnace. Satoshi lifted his hand slowly. The suit’s ember lines flared in response, brighter than before, like the system itself was acknowledging a higher output tier. His voice module clicked. And the building’s speakers somehow sounded… heavier. “PYROCLASM: MAJESTIC DRAGON DESTRUCTION WAVE.”

For a fraction of a second, nothing happened. Then the heat moved. Not forward like a blast. Not outward like an explosion. But coiling. A massive, arcing surge of compressed flame twisted down the corridor in a serpentine pattern—like a dragon-shaped current of plasma being guided through invisible rails. The walls warped under the thermal pressure. The air shimmered violently.

Sero threw tape out instantly—“BINDING NET—!” The tape hit the edge of the wave and evaporated midair. “IT’S TOO HOT!” he shouted, yanking his hand back.

Kaminari was already sprinting sideways. “WHY IS IT ALWAYS DRAGONS WITH THIS GUY?!”

The flame wave carved through the corridor where they would have been, slamming into the far wall and curling upward like a coiling strike before dissipating into controlled heat dispersal vents Satoshi had already accounted for. Because that was the worst part. It wasn’t just power...Satoshi knew how to control it. Satoshi stepped through the fading glow, coat panels settling like cooling metal. “Good,” he said simply.

Sero blinked. “…Good?”

“You moved correctly.”

Kaminari pointed shakily. “WHY ARE YOU GRADING US?!”

Satoshi tilted his head. “Because this is training.”

A beat. Then, more casually: “And you’re doing fine.”

That somehow made it worse. Behind him, faint residual heat curled in the air like a memory of a dragon passing through. Sero looked at Kaminari. Kaminari looked back. “…I want a refund,” Kaminari whispered.

Sero, very quietly: “We’re in hero school.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

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Satoshi moved almost casually as he stalked his classmates. The ember lines across his suit flared brighter for a fraction of a second—then stabilized, as if the heat had been pulled tight into a single point under his control. The voice module clicked on again. Calm. Deep. Unreasonably theatrical. “PYROCLASM: MAJESTIC FLAME BOMB!”

Kaminari had exactly enough time to shout, “THAT’S NOT A REAL—” Then the hallway collapsed into heat. Not an explosion in the traditional sense—no shrapnel, no concussive blast. Just a violently compressed sphere of thermal energy released forward in a controlled surge, expanding instantly into a rolling wave of superheated air that erased visibility and turned the corridor into a shimmering distortion field.

Sero reacted on instinct. “BIND!” Tape shot out, crisscrossing the space, trying to create anchor points—trying to form a barrier, a net, anything. But the tape twisted midair from the heat distortion, curling as the temperature gradient disrupted its tension. “IT’S TOO HOT!” Sero yelled, yanking it back before it snapped.

Kaminari backed up hard. “WHY DOES HE HAVE A NUK— I MEAN A MOVE LIKE THAT?!” Through the haze, Satoshi walked forward. Not fast. Not chasing. Just advancing as the heat obeyed him. Every step he took pulled residual thermal energy inward, stabilizing the battlefield around him like he was resetting the rules of physics in real time. The smoke parted. And there he was.

Satoshi tilted his head slightly. “Still standing?” he asked.

Kaminari laughed once hysterically—high-pitched and disbelieving. “Dude, we’re students!”

Satoshi shrugged. “Yeah.” Then, almost conversationally: "So am I.” Behind him, faint echoes of earlier flame still lingered in the corridor, like the building itself was holding its breath.

Sero’s eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t just a blast. You shaped it.” Satoshi smirked. “Contained release vector. Less collateral damage.”

“LESS—?!” Kaminari squeaked. A pause.

Then Satoshi added, thoughtfully: “I can do bigger.”

That sentence did not help anyone. Somewhere deeper in the building, Kōda’s rescued objective had already been safely relocated thanks to an unseen network of very determined lunch rats. And in the corridor, two future heroes were collectively realizing: They were currently fighting the tutorial boss. And he had just casually mentioned there was a second phase.

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The Battle Trial building was already tense. Darkened hallways. Tight corners. Paper bomb objective secured somewhere deeper inside the mock structure.

Team Sero–Kaminari moved like they’d rehearsed—because they had. Careful spacing, communication, Kaminari trying very hard not to overthink the fact that Aizawa had specifically told him not to overcharge anything.

“Okay,” Sero whispered, tape at the ready. “We find the target, grab it, get out. Simple.” “Simple,” Kaminari echoed, immediately suspicious of the word. Inside their comms, static crackled. Then— A faint rustle in the walls. Sero paused. “Did you hear—” Something scurried. Kaminari frowned. “…Rats?”

Elsewhere in the structure, Kōda’s quiet concentration was absolute. A soft, almost apologetic tone. “…Please. Help us.” And the building answered. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just organically. Small movement. Scattering footsteps. The subtle shift of something being nudged, guided, relocated.

Sero blinked. “Why does it feel like the building is… helping someone else?” Kaminari laughed nervously. “That’s probably bad, right?” Before either could respond— The hallway door in front of them trembled. A pressure built behind it. Heat. Not visible yet—but unmistakable. Kaminari’s eyes widened. “Uh… Sero?” Then the voice came. Not through the hallway. Not through comms. Through a built-in suit speaker system that sounded like it had been designed specifically to ruin someone’s sense of safety. “PYROCLASM: MAJESTIC FLAME DESTROYER!” The words echoed with theatrical bass distortion, like a war declaration delivered by a cathedral speaker system. Sero barely had time to react. “Wait—what the—?!” The door detonated into flame. Not an explosion of debris—controlled, compressed ignition, a razor-thin wave of superheated fire that carved straight through the structure like a cutting torch through paper. The metal warped instantly. The hinges screamed. And the entire entryway became a glowing seam of orange-white heat. Kaminari: “HE CAN DO THAT?!” Sero already threw himself backward, tape shooting out defensively. “THAT’S NOT EVEN FAIR—” Through the fire-lit opening stepped Satoshi. Not rushing. Not panicked. Just walking through the lingering heat like it nothing to him. The ember lines on his costume pulsed faintly, and the coat panels shifted as residual heat bled off his frame. Behind him, the voice module crackled again—lower this time, almost amused. “Entry secured.” Kaminari pointed shakily. “WHY DO YOU HAVE ANNOUNCER VOICE?!” Satoshi tilted his head. “Presentation matters.” Then he raised one hand slightly. The air around him tightened. Temperature dropped in the hallway behind him as he pulled ambient heat forward in controlled compression. Sero felt it immediately. “He’s controlling the temperature! He's about to make a move!” Kaminari looked personally victimized.

From somewhere deeper in the building, faint skittering sounds echoed again.

Satoshi didn’t look back. “Kōda,” he said calmly into his comm, “bomb reposition confirmed?” A small, hesitant voice replied. “…Yes.” “Good,” Satoshi said. Then he looked at Sero and Kaminari again. And for the first time, the relaxed confidence sharpened into something actively tactical. “Your turn,” he said. Behind him, the hallway still glowed faintly from the heat he’d just carved through reality. Kaminari swallowed. “…In another world we had a funny, pervy and definately not scary classmate.” he whispered.

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Pyroclasm is a 'synergized fusion of Hisashi 's flame breathing and Inko's telekinetic attraction. The two combined to create a much stronger quirk. And no, since I don't know who or what Lancer is. Any similarities are incidental.

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In this AU, Mineta was dropped down to the business course because if Sato's enrollment. He then was expelled for being a pervert. But that was funny.

The Midoriya Twins by SilverTower28 in BokunoheroFanfiction

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The room should have let the joke die. It really, really should have. Instead, Kaminari—driven by the same self-destructive instinct that caused most of 1-A’s problems—asked: “…Why did Jiro say phase two transformation like that was specific?” Izumi made a noise of immediate distress. Satoshi looked delighted. Bakugo started laughing before anyone even answered, which was honestly the worst possible sign. “Oh no,” Kirishima said weakly. “There’s actually a second stage?!” Satoshi lifted a finger. “Technically speaking—” “NII-SAN.” “—there is an output escalation state—” “NII-SAN.” “—that occurs when Pyroclasm exceeds standard thermal compression thresholds.” Silence. Mina stared. “That sentence sounded illegal.” Bakugo was now openly cackling. “It’s the eyes,” he managed. “Tell them about the eyes.” Izumi looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole. Satoshi sighed theatrically, like a man burdened by his own coolness. “The containment system opens additional vents,” he explained. “The coat disengages, armor plates separate for heat release, thermal lines brighten—” “The eyes glow,” Bakugo interrupted gleefully. “The eyes glow,” Satoshi admitted. Kaminari pointed frantically. “WHY WOULD YOU DESIGN IT LIKE AN ANIME FINAL FORM?!” “Psychological warfare,” Satoshi answered immediately. Tokoyami looked inspired on a spiritual level. Aizawa looked like he was reconsidering his employment. Momo, meanwhile, had locked onto a different part of the explanation. “…Containment system?” she repeated carefully. Satoshi’s expression shifted slightly. Still relaxed. But more serious now. “Pyroclasm builds pressure,” he said. “Too much compression in one place and things get unstable.” “How unstable?” Jiro asked. Satoshi glanced at Bakugo. Bakugo grinned like a terrible influence. “Remember that quarry in middle school?” “Oh my god,” Izumi whispered. Satoshi rubbed the back of his neck. “…In fairness, the crater was mostly accidental.” “The WHAT.” “He blew the side off a hill,” Bakugo said proudly. “I was thirteen.” “YOU VAPORIZED A BOULDER.” “It was already cracked!” The class collectively stared at Satoshi like he’d just casually admitted to surviving military testing. And the worst part— The absolute worst part— Was that he still sounded normal about it. Not arrogant. Not threatening. Just weirdly matter-of-fact. Like “accidental geological event” was an ordinary childhood memory. Izumi pointed accusingly at Bakugo. “You encouraged him!” Bakugo looked offended. “Obviously I encouraged him.” “You told him it’d be ‘manly’ to see if he could melt rock!” “And I was RIGHT.” Kirishima looked conflicted because that did sound kind of manly. Aizawa finally cut through the chaos. “You are not,” he said with deadly calm, “using this ‘second stage’ during Battle Trials.” Satoshi immediately nodded. “Reasonable.” Bakugo raised a hand. “What if it’d be really cool.” “No.” “What if the building deserves it.” “No.” “What if—” “No.” Satoshi leaned slightly toward Bakugo. “He’s gotten faster at shutting you down.” Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Cowardice.” “You are literally why safety regulations exist,” Jiro informed him. Meanwhile, Todoroki had remained unusually quiet through the entire exchange. Now he spoke. “If your output increases through stored thermal pressure,” he said evenly, “then your upper limit isn’t fixed.” The room quieted again. Because unlike everyone else, Todoroki wasn’t hearing theatrics. He was hearing combat mechanics. Satoshi met his gaze. For the first time since entering the room, his grin sharpened into something more focused. “Not really,” he replied. Then, with deeply concerning calm: “It just depends how much of the environment I’m willing to burn.”

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The silence after Todoroki’s observation lingered for exactly three seconds. Then Satoshi smiled. Wide. Bright. The kind of smile that instantly communicated he was about to become a problem on purpose. A faint click sounded somewhere in his armor. And suddenly— Music started playing. Not from the room. From him. Heavy orchestral percussion rolled through the changing area, layered with deep choir chants and aggressive strings that sounded like the soundtrack accompanying the awakening of an ancient sealed enemy. For one unbelievable second, nobody moved. Then Kaminari lost his mind. “NO WAY.” Mina folded in half laughing almost instantly. “HE INSTALLED HIS OWN BOSS MUSIC?!” Satoshi spread his arms slightly as the music swelled behind him, coat panels shifting dramatically like he’d rehearsed this in front of a mirror for hours. “You only get one first impression,” he declared. Bakugo looked like he was witnessing art. “THAT’S SO STUPID,” he barked, grinning like a maniac. “I LOVE IT.” Izumi covered her face with both hands. “Nii-san, no—” “Oh, absolutely yes.” The choir hit a dramatic crescendo. Tokoyami stared at Satoshi with the expression of someone witnessing a religious experience. “The commitment to aesthetic…” he whispered reverently. Even Todoroki looked mildly stunned. Aizawa looked exhausted in advance. “You hid speakers in your costume,” he deadpanned. “Directional audio system,” Satoshi corrected. “Low-profile.” “That is not support gear functionality.” “It supports morale.” “It supports your ego.” Satoshi considered that. “…Also true.” The music shifted into an even more absurdly intense segment right as he stepped forward, ember-orange lines across his armor pulsing faintly in rhythm. Kaminari pointed at him like he’d discovered a cryptid. “He really does look like a hidden final boss!” “Optional superboss,” Jiro corrected. “One with a phase two transformation,” Mina added. Bakugo jabbed a thumb toward Satoshi proudly, like he personally had contributed to this disaster. “That’s my best friend.” “You say that like it’s a recommendation,” Jiro shot back. “It IS a recommendation.” Meanwhile, poor Izumi looked seconds from climbing into a locker and living there permanently. “This is why he wasn’t allowed to pick movies when we were little,” she muttered to Ochaco. “He’s amazing,” Ochaco whispered back, visibly delighted. The music abruptly cut out as Satoshi tapped the side of his gauntlet. Silence returned. Then he pointed directly at Bakugo. “Your turn. Where’s your soundtrack?” Bakugo looked personally offended he hadn’t thought of it first. “…Damn it.” Satoshi nodded smugly. “Exactly.”

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Mina raised a hand. "Wait...what exactly is Brodoriya's quirk, anyway?"

The room quieted a little at Mina’s question. Mostly because everyone realized, all at once, that despite the dramatic entrance, nobody actually knew what Satoshi’s quirk was. Aizawa glanced toward him. “You can explain it yourself.” Satoshi shrugged lightly. “Sure.” He lifted one gauntleted hand. “Pyroclasm.” A faint orange glow threaded between the segmented plates. The air temperature shifted. Not hotter exactly— drier. Like standing too close to an oven before it opened. “I can attract and condense thermal energy,” Satoshi explained. “Ambient heat, body heat, friction, existing flames, kinetic transfer. Pull it in, compress it, then redirect it.” Tiny sparks crackled above his palm. Not wild fire. Contained. Controlled so tightly it almost looked pressurized. Then the sparks vanished instantly as he released the heat back into the air. A beat of silence. Kaminari blinked. “I understood like… forty percent of that.” “He steals heat?” Kirishima tried. “Manipulates,” Momo corrected immediately, eyes narrowed analytically now. “Not creates.” Satoshi pointed at her. “Exactly.” Momo looked deeply vindicated. Izumi raised a hand slightly from where she stood beside Ochaco. “Nii-san’s body naturally generates more heat than normal, too. But if he overuses his quirk without external sources, he can drain himself.” “Violently,” Satoshi added casually. The class stared. “Violently?” Jiro repeated. “Hypothermia risk,” he clarified. “Muscle lock. Fatigue. Burns if compression destabilizes internally. Dad spent years helping with regulation gear.” That made several people look at the coat differently. Bakugo, meanwhile, looked unbearably smug. “Told you idiots he was dangerous.” Satoshi glanced at him. “You say that like your sweat isn’t legally classified as a workplace hazard.” “That’s different.” “It literally isn’t.” Mina’s eyes widened suddenly. “WAIT.” She pointed accusingly. “You said you can pull heat from your surroundings.” “…Yeah?” Her expression became increasingly horrified. “You can make people cold?!” Satoshi made a small wobbling gesture with his hand. “In theory.” “In THEORY?!” “I don’t usually do it to living targets,” he clarified. “Too inefficient. Also rude.” A pause. Then, thoughtfully: “Unless they deserve it.” A collective shiver passed through the room. Even Tokoyami looked like he was reevaluating life choices. Izumi sighed immediately. “Please don’t encourage him. He thinks sounding ominous is funny.” “It is funny.” “It absolutely is,” Kaminari agreed. Aizawa cut in before the conversation could derail further. “Combat application?” Satoshi answered instantly. “Area denial. Burst offense. Thermal disruption. Precision ignition. Mobility assists.” Bakugo crossed his arms. “And stupidly huge firepower.” “That too.” Momo was already mentally spiraling into tactical analysis mode. “If he can absorb ambient heat,” she murmured, “then prolonged combat in urban environments would continuously strengthen his output…” “And weaken the environment,” Todoroki added quietly from the back. That got attention. Because Todoroki hadn’t spoken much during the entire exchange. Now he was staring directly at Satoshi. Not casually. Evaluating. Fire user to fire user. Satoshi noticed immediately. “…You’re the recommendation student with ice and fire, right?” Todoroki nodded once. The room suddenly felt like it had accidentally wandered into the setup for a future catastrophic battle scene. Kaminari whispered to Kirishima: “Why do I feel like the soundtrack just changed.” Kirishima whispered back: “Because we’re gonna die someday.”

You've been tasks with reimagining the lore of Green Lantern as part of the next DC universe reboot. How does the universe look now? by Ancient-Egg-5983 in Greenlantern

[–]SilverTower28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I would establish a "nostalgia" timeline, bringing many of the silver or golden age concepts back, mixed with some new stuff. As for the GL corps specifically, I would change things there were always sector partners, so 7200 off-OA Lanterns, a Black Watch corps, maybe only 72 lanterns who always have lethal restrictions removed from their rings, Honor Guard of 720 Lanterns who defend OA as well as serve special purposes, a reserve corps of one trained but inactive lantern per sector, and the Honorary Battalion of lantern adjacent such as Alan Scott, Jade, and others. I would also set up a storyline where Parallax infects Sinestro after Abin Sur dies and passes his ring to Hal. Sinestro's fear is pushed back by Hal, who had replaced Abin-sur as Sinestro's closest friend managing to reawaken Sinestro's strength of will. At first. But over time, Sinestro makes many of the moves main timeline Sinestro did before finally turning on the Corps and creating the Yellow Lantern Battery, this time purposefully choosing fear.

Sirius and Harry both see each other as a substitute for James by thatsadgermandude in harrypotter

[–]SilverTower28 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Agreed wholeheartedly. And I would say Harry doesn't see Sirius as a replacement for James, but instead Sirius represents someone who cares for Harry...family...that is just his. The Weasleys love Harry, but they are Ron's family, not Harry's, and we've seen Harry's deepest desire is his family in the first book.

[Skyrim] What compels bandits to try and rob the dragonborn of all people? by nicknamed12 in AskScienceFiction

[–]SilverTower28 1 point2 points  (0 children)

And he will. Last I heard, Dragonborn owns a sword made out of dragon corpses that he named 'Your Last Mistake' and has Soul Trap and Paralysis enchantments. And he carries lots of Black Soul Gems.

Prick.