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bisaster-energy · 3 months

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big believer in keiko and kuwabara being besties like. you're my best friend's best friend and instead of it being awkward they realize "hey i really like hanging out with you!" this is ofc extremely detrimental to yusuke who now has two people on his ass

they share textbooks keiko quizzes kuwabara til he drops and she asks for fitness advice. why do i think this? I simply think it'd be funny asf if Keiko randomly got abs of steel. yusuke walks in on them doing sit ups while testing each other on vocab and almost breaks into tears.

"Keiko stop turning kuwabara into a fucking nerd he's wasting all his time studying instead of goofing off" "yusuke shut up and feel my abs" "holy shit these guys are like rock hard" "right??"

Kuwabara gets glasses and yusuke genuinely thinks it's a bit at first but kuwa is like "man seriously I realized part of the reason school was hard was cos I couldn't make out the words in my books half the time I need these things fr" classic yyh collapse in shock moment

Keiko and Kuwa are there for each other when yusuke goes off doing god knows what in Makai. They know he'll be back but it can be shitty not knowing what he's doing when he'll be back. Kuwabara reassures her that Yusuke does give a shit even when he leaves and Keiko reminds Kuwabara of why he doesn't need to drop everything and join him. He'll be back he'll be back he'll be back.

Kuwabara can only make simple meals Shizuru forced him to learn and Keiko doesn't really cook even tho her parents own a restaurant so when yusuke is in the human world there's cheers and applause "finally I get to eat 🙏🏼" "aren't you guys graduating college soon how are you surviving when I'm not here" "get back in the kitchen boy" "yeah I need another bowl 😌" "im poisoning ur food"

because girls and guys apparently can't just hang out school mates are sure Keiko is dating kuwabara but some think she's with yusuke and others think the two are fighting over her and she just looks at them like they're stupid if anyone ever asks directly

as for Kuwabara nobody knows whether he has a gf or a bf cos sometimes a polite brunette with a sweet smile visits him on campus and they talk at a picnic table (she's seen hitting him sometimes tho) but other times a guy with slicked back hair and devil may care attitude like. swaggers up to kuwa when he's with some classmates and drops a homemade lunch in his lap "you forgot this dumbass" "ahh thanks yusuke you're a life saver 🥺" "just eat your food" inside is the cutest box lunch and yusuke's glare keeps the people kuwa was with from cracking jokes. kuwabara acts like this is very normal

anyway i just think it'd be cool if they hung out and yusuke was equal parts delighted and grumpy about it

#this could be poly tbh i was really just going for a friendship angle but literally either makes sense #I just think Keiko would randomly wanna get fit to put some energy into something besides school and kuwa could help #yusuke is like oh no my smart friend and my strong friend are merging their traits and hanging out w/o me :( by talos...#he doesn't get left out ofc but they do gang up on him sometimes because they think it's hilarious #it's not lost on me the idea of yusuke being into intellectuals considering how smart those 2 are #I was just thinking about this cos I'm writing a kuwameshi fic rn #And it's Keiko pov so it focuses on her relationship with Kuwabara and how she fits into his and yusuke's dynamic #yu yu hakusho #keiko yukimura #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #i guess i should tag this #kuwameshi #cos i do look at through that lens #idk if they have a poly ship name tho #important to note that when kuwa thanks yusuke for bringing lunch he's being insufferable and #using the the most over the top sweet voice poking fun at yusuke for basically malewifing himself

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tinned-beef · 8 months

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i woke up this morning and thought to myself, ‘i need to make something.’ and then i spent the majority of today working on this:

it’s five’s mittens from redaurorarora’s fic seven types of love ! here’s the excerpt i took to make these:

anyways here’s the start of what will (hopefully) be a little series of me recreating little things in tua fics. i thought this would be a fun little thing to make and i’m pretty happy with how they turned out!

#i freehanded this so they are NOT matching but that’s the point anyways #also the colors aren’t exactly right i just used what i already had #the orange yarn is a completely different yarn size than the others but yk what. it’s something klaus would do anyways.#anyways i WILL be wearing these i think they’re so fun #if anyone has ideas of things i can make please let me know!!!#my next idea is something from comes and goes by hujwernoo #exciting!#btw if anyone knows if redaurorarora has a tumblr could you let me know so i can tag them <3 #the umbrella academy #tua #my rambles #my doodles #<- technically it’s not a drawing but it’s still art #ALSO yes i know the kittens are knitted in the fic but i do not have that much belief in my knitting skills i’m a lot better at crochet #MITTENS*#edit: i’m realizing that the pattern on the blue mitten got messed up? at the top?#i’ll check it out tomorrow morning idk what happened there #i skipped a row or something

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greenvillainredemption · 2 years

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Encantober day 2: Strength

Redraw of this storyboard by Ryan Green. Supportive Luisa and Bruno doing his best.

#encanto #encantober #my art #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #I forgot to add more weight. but I think it’s funnier that he can’t lift the flimsy lil thing I drew #maybe he got it an inch or two idk where the floor is #also I just made it it’s 11:30 here #not doing all of encantober btw just the ones I get ideas for as they come #I’m no stranger to monthly prompts so I know the feel of spending all day brainstorming and coming up with the worst shit #not doing that in this fun stress free fandom #most likely will be 100% drawing. I don’t think I could do fics for these but who knows #my words

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valeriianz · 2 years

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Hob was taping cables to the floor, the first time he saw him.

The bassist for Endless, the local rock band who was set to open the show in about 20 minutes. Hob didn’t know his name– had only learned the opening band’s name hours ago– but his presence was striking. The man was tall, rail thin, and pale as a ghost. He was a stark contrast to their lead singer, who’s name Hob also for the life of him couldn’t be bothered to learn, an adrogenous presentation of ruby red lipstick, fishnets under a deep v-line leotard and platinum blond hair that left a trail of glitter wherever they walked.

The bassist, by contrast, looked better suited in an emo punk band, not the glam rock that Hob could only assume was the genre of Endless. He wore black on black on black, all the way to the top of his spidery head of hair. None of that caught Hob’s attention though. What made him hesitate, a piece of tape still stuck between his teeth, was the pale man’s unbelievably blue eyes, visible even under the dim lights of the backstage.

And those eyes had flicked down to him, briefly, but still long enough to give Hob pause. It was startling, his gaze, and not just because he wore no other color. It struck Hob down, pinned him to the floor, commanding but also curious, analytical. The bassist walked past him, taking his fixed stare elsewhere, leaving Hob to shake himself out of it, spitting the tape out and physically focusing his attention back to his work.

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#dreamling #the sandman #okay so listen...#i read a post a while ago about a band au #and i just started writing #idk if its any good... which is why im posting a snippet here #if anyone wants to be my beta pls reach out lol #i have no idea what im doing #im thinking it'll go like this:#Endless is a small band that returns to this local venue every year #and thats the only time hob meets with dream #hob is a stagehand that is slowly promoted to manager to director #year after year until Endless becomes famous enough for a serious tour #could be fun #anyway might get this finished by the end of the week if im lucky #my writing #hob gadling #dream of the endless #fic: bolt in the blue

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perexcri · 1 year

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you and i were fireworks that went off too soon - [byler week - day 4]

title from: fourth of july by fall out boy

dedicated to: the lake i lived next to in rural [STATE REDACTED] for 3/4 of my college years

It’s something that haunts him, of course.

It’s the colorful bursts of light he sees when he blinks too fast, the popping in his ears once the pressure builds up, a cool sluice of water against his ankles, and the slickness of forearms beneath his fingers. It comes to him in waves like the ones that lapped against the shore, cuts into the soles of his feet like the juts of limestone buried beneath the mud, invades his sinuses like the scent of dry, overgrown grass and burnt-orange pine needles blanketing the land.

Summer is usually the time of freedom, when the sun stays out far past when it should have gone to sleep and coaxes people out of their homes and into hazy, smoke-filled nights. The world is burning with color, the earth warm beneath his feet, and the hours trickle away in untamed drops of afternoon showers and the lingering blue wash of dusk. When he was younger, summer seemed the season of possibilities: for adventures, for discoveries, for reading new books and seeing new sights, for slipping from the cloak of shadows the rest of the year seemed draped in to finally embrace the warmth of life reignited in his chest.

Once, it had even felt like the possibility of something more.

Mike’s mouth drops into a scowl as he stares at the face of the lake. The book between his ribs and arm presses into his side just a little harder, his hands are shaking, and even after twelve years, he thought he’d be done with these pitiful twists of hope he feels every summer he returns here. He can make it down the main street of the town without worries, even if he does double-takes at every brunette he sees pass by in his car’s smudged windows, and he can make the winding trail down to the lakeside just fine. He can unlock his family’s summer home and breathe in its scent of musty sheets, stale coffee, and woodsmoke of vacations past. Hell, he can even toss his pile of books onto the kitchen table and listen to it groan under the strain of his literature Ph.D. program’s third year, a further reminder that time has passed and his life, for better or worse, has changed.

He’s always fine until he sees the ever-shifting face of the lake, how it mischievously gleams under both sun and moon. That’s when his heart convulses into these ugly, gut-mashing twists and his body gets forcibly wrenched back in time. 1999 dissolves around him like pixels on the screen of a video game being shut off, and suddenly, 1987 burns against his skin. His parents are in the lakehouse, there’s fireworks popping colors all across the sky, and the boy he’d seen around town the past few summers has his fingers tangled with Mike’s, and he’s tugging him towards the lake, his mouth flush with moonlight as he says, What’s the worst that can happen?

A lot, actually. Sometimes, you turn over a stone and discover something either wonderful or frightening, and it slips from your fingers before you have a chance to decide which one it is. Sometimes, the summer fades into the new school year, and there’s no way to contact the only person you’ve ever felt like this for, and when you come back the next year, he’s nowhere to be seen.

And now, he’s got nothing to show for it but the way his heart twists and turns inside the empty cavity of his chest, and the images that haunt the poetry he submits to the campus literary magazine: lakes frosted with moonlight, summer humidity pressing hot between chests and mouths, fingers curled into the damp fringes of hair, distant sparks of light that could be stars or fireflies, though the narrator is always too preoccupied to tell the difference.

He glowers at the lake and how it sucks all the light from the sun, steals its colors to shade water’s surface instead. The sky is growing dimly bruised with purples and magentas and oranges, the water burns scarlet from the light, and the navy cloth of night is quickly overtaking it all.

The book presses more forcefully into his side; it shakes. He’s twenty-eight, and he should be over this by now, but he can’t help that every time he sees the water, he thinks of how it tasted pressed between their mouths, or how slick it felt against the other boy’s skin, or the way they’d forcefully embraced after clambering back onto the shore, the other boy’s back crinkling into the reedy grasses of the shore, Mike sprawled on top of him, alternating between pressing his ear to the other boy’s warm chest to hear the racing pulse of his heart, or else tilting his head up to admire how the colors of light burst against the other boy’s skin and eyes. They rained on him in showers of colors Mike thinks couldn’t exist except for that summer, and how they shaded every single other moment they spent glued to each other’s sides after that. He’s twenty-eight, and he should be over this by now, but nothing beats the feeling of weightlessness that comes from falling, falling, falling down into love when you’re sixteen.

“This is stupid,” he mutters, which is something he tells himself a lot, but it’s mostly to remind himself that twelve years of a pitiful crush on a boy he knew for one summer are, in fact, a little ridiculous, and he’d been ridiculous to decide to do his summer research at his family’s old lakeside home. He’d been studying the Romantics the past three years, and for some reason, he thought this was his last chance at letting their wayward paths cross once more. At this point, it isn’t even about his own wish fulfillment–he simply needs peace, to press his fingers into the other person’s wrist and know he’s alive so they can say their goodbyes and part in peace.

The water laps against the shore, just a little closer to his battered sneakers.

“Stupid,” he repeats before forcefully tucking a chunk of his hair behind his ears, turning on his heels, and storming back to the comforting recesses of the lake house.

Summer is the liquidity of time: he passes through the barriers of day and night, today and tomorrow with ease, sleeping at odd hours, poring over dusty volumes of poetry and diaries he’d checked out in haste from his university’s library. There’s more coffee than blood running through his veins, and when he goes outside, it’s only ever to drive into town to buy groceries or refill his car’s tank. He doesn’t look out the back windows at the lake, and he sure as hell doesn’t try to breathe in more of the musk of pine trees than he has to.

He’s safe, cocooned in his family’s old home, huddled under blankets against the frigid wash of AC he keeps steadily pumping through the vents. He hunches at the table, sprawls on the couch, curls up on the bed in languid fits of sleep, and the taste of undercooked pasta or frozen dinners becomes the all-too familiar fuel to his days of research, note-taking, and thesis writing.

When he does pull out his old weathered notebook of poetry, it’s only ever to scratch down a few lines in tired replication of the old greats: John Keats, Lord Byron, Pushkin. He used to go outside for hours and try to capture the endless summer delights in shoddy, amateur lyrics, but he knows better than to let his pens fall into those familiar strokes now, and he’s fine in the dusty corners and wilting walls inside, anyway.

All dependent variables are removed from the equation, and his summer becomes one of controlled focus: he will get this research done, and he will focus on the next stage of his life, and he will not, for any reason whatsoever, follow the pitiful tugs of his heart towards some vain hope that the other boy will remember, that he’ll show up again, that he’ll even want to come back to this lonely corner of the country on some vague inclination that Mike might be here, too.

Except for one day in early July, when there’s a faint knock at the door that makes his head jerk up from the volume of Coleridge’s poetry he’s been mindlessly thumbing through. It’s as soft as a breeze off the face of the lake, and for a moment, he can almost convince himself he’d only misheard the breath of life around him.

Until there’s another, slightly louder, unmistakable staccato: knock knock knock.

He wrenches open the door and is met with hazel eyes he’d only ever had the courage to admire under the colors of fireworks, moonlight, and the last dying rays of summer sunsets. His hair’s been trimmed from the shaggy bangs he’d once worn, and it’s strange for it to be mid-summer and him to be clad in jeans and not shorts, a collared shirt and not a polo.

The volume of poetry slips out of Mike’s hand and falls, painfully, on the arch of his left foot.

“Is it really you?” he asks through a wince of pain.

Will grins, his face alight. “Yeah, it’s me.” There’s a beat, then, with a quirked eyebrow, he asks, “You remember?”

How could I not? Mike thinks, drinking in the matured features of the boy he only knew for a summer, now grown-up and full and alive.

Once more, summer becomes a time of possibility, and the love kept captive in Mike’s chest feels a little less small and derisive. He feels whole and electric, like he could dissolve into the brief flares of light and color of those fireworks from long ago.

For the first time in twelve years, the world seems blossoming, full of possibility, and when Mike reaches out, he’s greeted by that feeling of life beneath his fingers, a chance to know that this is real.

With a grin, he realizes that the possibilities are endless.

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the lake in question:

#byler #byler fic #bylerweek2023 #ficlet #summer love #anyway i highly recommend living next to a lake in rural [REDACTED] and staring at the water while the sun sets #also there was an lgbtq+ campground across the lake that used to play party music :D #anyway i would have had no ideas for this prompt if it weren't for remembering the lake so!!#also i feel like i could explore this idea a lot more #like it kinda ended where it was just beginning #hrrmmmm #thinking thoughts thoughting thinks #also sorry for weird spacing between a couple of sections #there's gonna be line breaks on ao3 but idk what im doing on this hellsite so!! have fun with that!!

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jihnari · 10 months

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chaeya fic concept:

childe and kaeya are doing something for traveler so they're on the same team, and childe isn't much one for teams but he's cautiously optimistic. he's worked pretty successfully with people traveler has put him with in the past.

except none of those people had a cryo vision.

cue freeze comp childe becoming increasingly, irrationally more upset the longer they work together, because none of the things he's fighting can even fight back.

(meanwhile kaeya in the background, "wow i barely have to do anything on this team, this is great")

#genshin #chaeya #writing #fic idea #played around with a childe kaeya freeze comp for fun #and it WAS fun #everything froze immediately and nothing could touch me #i felt like a god #but my very next thought was oh. oh no childe would HATE this #how does this become chaeya?#look man idk my brain is actually very bad at romance i just think angry freeze comp childe would be funny #and kaeya slowly realizing why childe is in an increasingly bad mood and finding it hilarious and freezing opponents on purpose right as a #maybe childe would attack him over it #fighting is basically romance right?#(especially when childe is involved)#freeze comp chaeya

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cannibalizedyke · 10 months

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what if regulus & mary raised harry potter together and then kinda fell in love about it🧍‍♀️

#likeeeeee 🤭🤭🤭#james & lily (their respective exes) fucking Die and leave behind a kid #and they both feel kinda responsible for him yk they feel like they owe it to the people they used to be in love with to care for him #and so even though they Do Not Like Each Other they begrudgingly agree to ignore their differences and tolerate each other for harry’s #(and james’s and lily’s) sake #and likeee 🤭🤭🤭#they kinda just start to get closer and then 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭#idk i just think it’s a fun idea #and i think their personalities could complement each other in a fun way yk #i apologize for subjecting u all to my rarepair nonsense i just had to share #i’m writing a fic abt this btw #mere talks the marauders #regumary #<- that’s their ship name #regulus black #mary macdonald #the marauders #harry potter marauders #marauders era

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catzy88 · 1 year

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i'm just saying, if this vgk vs. edm playoffs and the second draft pick beating the first draft pick doesn't revive the mceichel fandom (at least momentarily), we're beyond salvation 😭

#mceichel #hrpf #hockey rpf #i wish i had the time and energy to write at least the winner's room fic i was thinking about earlier #especially now that vgk (and jack) won #i've even thought about two different scenarios #one with a lot of dirty talk and almost hate sex #where jack finally gets to take all his frustrations of playing second fiddle all these years #out on the bane of his existence a.k.a. connor #but it ends with him realizing there's a fine line between love and hate #and another with connor having been in love with jack from the beginning #and while he's devastated he isn't going to win the cup this year either #he's also just so happy for jack #it could also be the same story from both of their povs #idk i'm probably never going to write anything anyway #but it's fun to throw these ideas out there #maybe i'll at least end up giving someone else inspiration 💖

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floorpancakes · 1 year

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i refuse to let clamp off the hook for underutilising himawari's fucking fascinating character setup and traits but on a less serious level im obsessed with the concept of her as an instigator of chaos.

like she's way less airheaded than she seems and it doesn't come off like Default Airhead Girl Behaviour or even Default Girl Companion That Ships Her Friends primarily (like not as hard as some other series by comparison I mean she's very I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE by default) specifically she just seems like someone that thoroughly enjoys being a little shit in a sincere way and giggling at her dumbass friends and has a shade of high emotional intelligence about it all. like she's just girl of all time. she's i don't know where im going with this just take this low effort meme from when i watched the holic stage play on youtube this isn't a coherent thought it's like 2am ill come up with better thoughts later

#ive seen kaguya sama and i know chika is a little bit rotted as a human being but we need to think about himas agent of chaos potential #this is all my personal intepretation but in general i find her a very cool character and working with the barebones framework is still fun #shes got so many interesting character traits #like how shes totally hooked on horror and spooky stuff more than the guys #but it has a distinct contrast with her deep fucking trauma and daily struggles with her curse-but-not-cause #theres smth that feels part coping mechanism part catharsis and part just straight up gap moe abt that #like....girl of all time #also her being depicted a lot either in rly bright sunny tones OR gothic lolita and no inbetween #i mean the joy of holic is everyone is basically posable dolls dressed up in whatever outfits you want but like its still a theme #and like we are given tidbits and small bits and pieces of her personality and interests and its not enough but its rly cool to think abt #they underused her frfr but what we do learn in how she reacts to stuff and bounces off other characters is so AAA #its wild how shes kinda a main character but kinda not in such a deeply fleshed out character driven story #i know shes a key player w loads of strong emotional moments but shes overshadowed a lot and it makes me wanna write mad headcanons #i find myself wondering how she copes day to day with her situation and how itd impact her personality around other people and self image #IDK you could write entire books abt her #but mostly: shes sillay #shes a little bit of a blank slate fill in the gaps but my brain is more than happy to supplement vibes and guesses #hima does not read as het to me because queer friendship groups work on stand user logic #i have a few fic ideas where it deep dives on her life as an adult and her push and pull w social interaction #but its early days on that so any details would b not very interesting past the conceot stage lol #i rly gotta get my ass to writing more fic but brain is a fuck writing longform is haaard unless its like idk visual novel formatting #anyway this is just nothing im not aiming for interaction here i just have half baked thoughts abt himawari the girl of all time #also hima kinda goes through hell and back so doing her dumbass 3 person comedy routine w her dumbass frisnds must be of big fuckin solace #its like that post about just being a girl who wants to have fun . she wants to have fun w friends #AND THAT IS OK justice for hima idk i love her even if she got the short end of the stick for deeply long term focused character writing

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mega-ditto-3 · 2 years

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Mha fic idea #28

'The Other Side'

Bakugou and Midoriya are caught up in a terrible snowstorm in a country they don't know, MILES from civilization in harsh terrain.

-Or that's what they'd thought.

They find a lodge, trekking through three feet of snow in ill-equipped costumes, with the lights on. They assume it's an inn, but they're wrong. It's a bar.

A villain bar.

FULL of villains.

Izuku stands in the doorway with Bakugou, shivering and silently freaking out.

Sure, even in this state, they could probably take them all on, but then it'd wreck the bar and he and Kacchan would just die of hypothermia instead. They don't have any backup, no one even knows their location, and he just wants to get warm.

Everyone is just staring at eachother. Clearly, the Wonder Duo is recognizable for all the publicity and broadcasted fights, but Izuku can recognize some of these villains too- Which is very bad.

They're all waiting, seeing who will make the first move, until Bakugou throws up his hands and yells, "Fucks sake- We're off the clock! Just give us some hot cider and a basket of fries and we'll call a truce for the night."

"Kacchan!" Izuku says, "They're wanted criminals! We can't just- let them walk free?!"

"Deku if you don't sit your ass down right now, I'll let them tear you to shreds."

Izuku squeaks and that's how they end up sitting at a booth in a villain bar, painfully sober, waiting for the storm to blow over while villains watch them and they do the same.

Now, from here, I think the fic could actually get deeper. Some of the villains get curious and start chatting with the heroes. Certain topics are off the table, obviously, but it's not everyday you get to amicably talk to your enemy.

They might talk about gossip/rumors surrounding the Deku and ask about Dynamight's feelings over his 'less-than-heroic' public opinion/reputation. In turn, the villains may feel comfortable explaining how they got into being who they are, any details concerning active plans are withheld though, and maybe Deku and Dynamight will tell them about how they decided to become heroes.

Everyone's making very polite conversation and it's a bit of a shock to realize that some of their thoughts and ideals align. Not everyone in the bar likes this, of course, but the heroes carefully diffuse the situation.

Some villains may even admit that they admire the pair, but not the system they inadvertently uphold.

Izuku assures them that they're working to fix the problems in the system and that, when they do, the door will always be open for them... should they choose to be a hero after serving a proper sentence.

The villains are doubtful.

#idk i thought this was an interesting idea #could be cool for someone who has a lot of villain oc's #dittoficideas #mha fic idea #bnha fic idea #not bkdk #but could be if your heart desires #i would've thrown shouto in here too but then it kind of ruins the whole hypothermia scare #just everyone all having a nice chat with a shred of human decency #its a fun to think about!

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pan-de-queer · 1 year

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another day to use the last 15 mins i'm allowed (health-wise) to be awake on a weekday to think about the supercorp ph uni au [1 2]

thinking of how lena might join actual protests (slowly and just the Major ones) bc of kara and lillian finds out and is abso-fucking-lutely furious. she flies all the way to the philippines with the intention of dragging lena home but lena's two steps ahead. she's already changed her tuition payment from the luthor accounts to a student loan.

she's been working part time for a local lab (under recommendation from her professors instead of her family name, for once) and moving whatever money she could get from whatever lionel and lex had left or given her into investments and some small properties. she moved out of the place lillian had originally bought her and was living in a tiny apartment with a girl named sam and sam's two-year-old daughter, ruby.

by the time lillian arrives to try and bring her back home, she's practically financially free of the luthor chain. the only thing holding her back is the duty she used to feel for the people who raised her. but now? now lena has a family. she has sam and ruby, her roommates who force her to relax and watch reruns of batibot and sineskwela with them. jack, her fellow international student and favorite science partner who helped her sort her finances. brainy, her co-worker from ust who continuously betters and challenges her. alex, who, somehow, became her drinking buddy and confidante. nia, kara's underclassman who introduced her to the bahaghari organization. and kara, her best friend. her favorite person. the woman who stood next to her when lillian yelled and yelled and yelled in her twisted effort to get her to go back home.

but lena finds that she is home. the philippines has given her more than metropolis or the luthors have ever bothered to offer.

friends.

a family.

home.

love.

lena knows where she belongs now, and she won't let anyone take that away from her.

#cw supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp ph uni au #idk why it ended up sounding more like a fic in the end than a prompt but!#it's there now so 🤷‍♀️#i just love the idea of lena being free!#and it was also fun playing around with the sg cast and seeing where i could place them hehehehe #anyways the entire time this is happening kara is FIERCELY protective and clingy #she stays over at lena's place more often than not and ruby ends up thinking that kara lives there too lmao #my writing #queer bread writes

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