#idk what shadow needs probably some kind of medical attention

[pomdor]

"Come on Vio! This is like a monument to everything you wanted! Why aren't you smiling?"

#vio has nightmares and needs a therapist #idk what shadow needs probably some kind of medical attention #his face is breaking and also he is a figment of a tortured mind #also is there a reason tumblr seems to take quite such a titanic dump on the quality of pngs when you upload them? #it's blurred to all shit #four swords #four swords manga #vio link #shadow link #vidow #tloz my art

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 289: Looks Like the Gang’s All Here

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “you guys don’t really need to know what’s gonna happen to Deku and Shouto right now” and cut away to Toga and Ochako before anyone could get a word in. Skeptic utilized the power of Freak Shounen Coincidence to magically zero in on Ochako and Tsuyu amongst the fleeing crowd. Toga was all “IS THAT OCHAKO” and immediately leaped down to fight them, ignoring Spinner’s heartfelt speeches about Villain Found Family because fight now, hug later!! Down in the streets of some unidentified crumbling city, Ochako was approached by a sweet old lady and was all “I better help this sweet old lady who is definitely not leading me into a trap”, which unfortunately turned out to be poor decision-making on her part. Anyway so now she and Toga are going to throw down. AND ALSO, P.S., BEST JEANIST IS STILL ALIVE, and that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything right now, but BY GOLLY I JUST HAD TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS.

Today on BnHA: Iida and Hadou are all “is it our turn yet”, and Horikoshi is all “yes”, and so the two of them finally burst onto the scene and are all “hello Shouto, Gigantomachia is on his way, btw do you need help” and so they all get ready to fight Tomura together. Meanwhile in Unnamed Ochako And Toga Fight Town, Toga is all “what’s up Ochako, oh is this the All Might doll Deku gave you, I guess you must like Deku as well, just like me, we truly are the same, btw I can use other people’s quirks now” before she vanishes in a flurry of knives and ambiguity, as mysteriously as she came. So that’s a thing that happened. The chapter ends with Gigantomachia and the League STOMPIN’ ONTO THE SCENE, JUST IN TIME FOR ENDEAVOR TO WAKE UP AND BE ALL “OHHHHH SHIT.” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT, “OH SHIT.” Finally the pieces are in place for Dabi to reveal his true identity to Hadou and Iida, JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED.

before I start, thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday messages on Wednesday!! I had a good day; my quarantine impulse purchase guitar that I ordered months ago but had been backordered finally arrived, and so now I can do something productive with my time as I continue to while away these months in isolation! not to say that capslocking over fictional characters and their shounen escapades doesn’t also count as being productive lmao. anyways, my fingers hurt so typing is kind of a bitch right now, but I’m having fun still. IF KAMINARI CAN DO IT THEN SO CAN I

anyway so let’s see what mishaps my various catastrophe-prone children are getting up to this week

okay there are several things happening in this panel which I want to comment on

IIDA!!!

HADOU!!!

“some time after” jesus fucking christ though, how long have Deku and the rest actually been fighting?? like it’s absolutely absurd to imagine that they’ve been managing to hold off Tomura for more than a few minutes, and yet everything we’ve seen these last couple of chapters suggests that this is indeed the case. which is just pure insanity tbh. excuse me sir, but I have an emotionally maturing son, a homewrecking grandpa, and a sleep-deprived one-legged platonic husband who are all in DIRE NEED of medical attention just FYI

lastly, I direct your attention to these two cool cats in the background who are both riding on hover surfboards. living it up like it’s Back to the Future. why are there two of them. do they both just happen to have the exact same quirk. what are the odds. ARE THEY TWINS. I want to know everything about them dammit

anyway so Hadou is asking Iida why he’s tagging along, because unlike the others, he can’t fly and is thus vulnerable to Tomura’s attacks and such

well Hadou I’ll have you know that it his DUTY AS THE CLASS PRESIDENT to tag along and THAT’S WHY

oh shit you guys IIDA SAID “FUCK THE LAW”

“plus Bakugou-kun, whom I am not particularly close to, but nonetheless hold nothing personal against!” well uh, kind of a weird distinction to make there bro, but okay. listen everyone, it’s a tense situation; if Iida feels the need to clarify the ins and outs of his interpersonal relationships with each of the people he’s rescuing then please just respect that okay

anyways though have I mentioned how much I fucking love Iida Tenya though you guys. feels like I haven’t mentioned that enough. I LOVE HIM. there

FINALLY

AFTER THREE WHOLE WEEKS WE FINALLY CUT BACK. OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG OF A TIME THAT IS TO BE HOLDING YOUR BREATH. [EXHALES]

is it bad that my immediate reaction to this page was A LOT OF LAUGHING, though. fkldlksh this entire situation is SO ABJECTLY TERRIBLE that if I were Shouto I would almost be fighting the urge to look around for a hidden camera at this point. ASHTON KUTCHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE. OH THANK GOD, IT WAS ALL JUST A PRANK

anyway so uh. heh. how screwed are we at this point, exactly. oh and also, whose speech bubbles are these. who the fuck would look at this situation and these bleeding children and say “HA!” what kind of monster. just ignore that paragraph right before this one please

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT

TOMURA I CANNOT BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO AFO FOR ONCE AND JUST LEAVE

pretty please. we kind of have a situation here. not that I wouldn’t love to see what this icy flamey boi could do if push came to shove, but I also have had just about enough of watching children get maimed for today though

OH SHIT

THE TIMING OF THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I DO NOT CARE!! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED THANK GOD

“WHAT UP GUYS, WE BROUGHT YOU SOME TERRIBLE NEWS” FKLSHLKHLK

WELL GEE IIDA THANKS SO FUCKING MUCH!!

lmaoooo a wild Lida has been spotted what the fuck is this translation though

I don’t know which is better, the “Lida” (DO YOU EVEN READ THE SERIES BRO), or the “CHRIST” gkfhkg. CLASSIC LIDA

OH SNAP HADOU

sobbing at Manual cradling the still-warm corpse of Gran Torino like a tiny baby khlk;h. BUT ANYWAYS HADOU SAW HER TEACHER ALL BLOODIED UP AND IS READY TO THROW DOWN, YESSSSS, THE MY LADIES ACADEMIA ARC CONTINUES

(ETA: listen you guys, there were many things at the end of this chapter that brought me joy, but perhaps none more than the inclusion of Hadou in the final two page spread looking all serious alongside the Todorokis, as if she has any fucking clue at all wtf is going on slfkhlkhgghsl. what I wouldn’t give to see her and Deku and Iida all making frantic bewildered eye contact at each other throughout the next chapter lmao.)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DEKU

ARE YOU PROPPING YOURSELF UP WITH YOUR ARM THAT’S IN SPLINTERS, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP SOME SENSE INTO THIS CHILD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

LMAO TODO’S READY TO TAKE AFOMURA ON. THE SHARED HERO BRAINCELL HAS ALREADY EXPIRED. FUCK IT LET’S DO THIS

“true, I already watched him murder my dad, my boyfriend, my other boyfriend, my teacher, and dozens of other people, but gosh darn it, I just feel like the fifteenth time’s the charm you guys.” shit, I ain’t even mad. who’s up for yet another episode of Todoroki Shouto Attempts to Murder a Bitch

-- “TIME TO CUT AWAY!!” laughs Horikoshi as he gleefully dodges out of reach before I can punch him, that SON OF A --

goddammit. you’re just lucky that I’m invested in the girl power fight too

YESSSSS OCHAKO

DON’T BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS! NEVER BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS

damn, looks like she managed to touch Toga’s shirt but not Toga herself. both of them are so fast

now Toga is monologuing from the shadows

we’ve all been there, Toga. sometimes you see someone you really like and it’s just like, ahhhhhh gotta kill them am I right

lol I love Toga so much you guys, but I’m also kind of wincing in anticipation of whatever essays are gonna materialize out of the fandom this week explaining how hero society has failed her utterly and she is just a victim here. CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SHE JUST WANTED FREEDOM TO BE HERSELF AND MURDER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE flhkklhl

OH SNAP SHE WENT AND TOLD HER THE THING!!

and it was fucking awesome and scary as shit, Ochako. like damn, still sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it

anyway so now Toga is continuing to explain that she can use the quirks of whoever she transforms into

and Ochako is kind of freaking out, which I don’t blame her for, since it’s probably really upsetting to hear that your stolen blood and quirk were used to murder a bunch of people. shit

so now she’s all “WTF WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TELL ME THAT”

??? was this somehow the wrong answer?

for fuck’s sake. Toga you literally came down here to ask her if she would be willing to kill you, and here she is telling you “I would never be happy about killing someone, that’s fucked up”, and you’re all “......”

like come on though, what else do you want her to say?? and why does Ochako look so shocked now

OOP

LMAO

THEIR FACES DKSLHFKG. TOGA NO THAT IS MEAN. and jesus christ Ochako it’s just a toy. I know it has Sentimental Value and shit but is this really the thing to be getting distracted about right now

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

JIN-KUN WHOM OCHAKO HAS NEVER FUCKING MET?? THAT JIN-KUN??!

OM NOM NOM

this entire confrontation makes absolutely zero sense to me you guys. just. Horikoshi was all, “this is the kind of stuff girls talk about when they’re battling to the death, right?” just, are you okay my dude

anyway so Toga has somehow deduced that Ochako got the doll from Deku, which means that she and Ochako are exactly alike in every way, and this is somehow an important plot point, and now they’re finally getting back to the fight lulz

OH SHIT

OCHAKO BOUT TO SLAP THE SHIT OUT TOGA WITH THIS BOOKCASE ON A STRING AND THIS LOUIS BAG OH FUCK

so now Toga’s all excited and she’s all “THERE’S SOMETHING I OUGHT TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT LEFT HANDED EITHER” oh snap

fuck, it almost feels like she’s trying to warn her. Ochako idk maybe you should run shit I do not like this ( ﾟдﾟ)

but of course she is not running, and she’s all “I’ll have you take responsibility for your actions”

HEY NOW

WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING, DID TOGA JUST FUCKING MURDER TSUYU, WHAT THE FUCK. I AM TERRIFIED, I DON’T WANT TO SCROLL DOWN, SHE THREW LIKE FOURTEEN KNIVES INTO THE DARKNESS, WHAT THE FUCK

OH

IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I MAY HAVE OVERREACTED

so did Toga just Swip a bunch of knives for no reason and then abscond, lol what. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THAT ENTIRE SCENE WAS. ASIDE FROM GETTING TO SEE OCHAKO TRY AND YEET A BOOKCASE AT SOMEONE

fuck, she was crying??

DID MY GIRL TOGA JUST KILL AN OLD WOMAN, NAKEDLY LURE OCHAKO INTO A BUILDING, ANTAGONIZE HER INTO SAYING “I’LL MAKE YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT”, STEAL HER DOLL, GIVE HER DOLL BACK, TELL HER “OH SO YOU LIKE DEKU TOO HUH? BTW I CAN USE OTHER PEOPLE’S QUIRKS”, AND THEN RUN AWAY CRYING??? BRUH

-- OH SHIT, OH FUCK

[SIRENS BLARING WILDLY] [AUDIENCE LEAPING OUT OF THEIR SEATS] [T-SHIRT CANNONS BOOMING IN THE AIR] [VIKING WAR HORN SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE] FUUUUUUUUUCK

well never the fuck mind about Ochako and Toga and WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, I guess, BECAUSE!! MACHIA MADNESS HAS ARRIVED. SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN!!! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED!!

AND LOOK WHO WOKE UP FROM HIS NUMBER ONE HERO BEAUTY NAP RIGHT ON CUE, TOO!!! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS... IIIIIIIIIIT’S TOUYA TIMEEEEEEEE

#bnha 289 #iida tenya #hadou nejire #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #todorokibowl 2020 #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[once-upon-a-scenario]

Breaking Point: Dabi/reader

(Warnings for pure angst, slight mentions of violence/character death, and manga spoilers!) *Reupload because idk why but the post wasn’t showing up in any of the tags? It doesn’t matter how you feel about Dabi; Twice is gone, you’ve lost a friend, and you’re not willing to let yourself hurt any longer. (Or: essentially, reader breaks up with Dabi.) (Hmmm kind of a vent fic, of sorts? So the writing quality is really not the best;;; to clarify, just in case I made it too confusing, reader is basically upset because they just want some stability and to stop losing people they love, so Reader: can you please stop Dabi, his willingness to sacrifice people for his goals, and his personal lack of self preservation: lmao...you wish? also apparently I hate Dabi because I have another breakup fic planned for him??? It wasn’t intentional, just that everything I write for this guy inevitably turns into angst lol -Mod Eve) ___________ This isn’t the first time. If it was, you wouldn’t be here right now. If you thought that everybody would get out of this alive, you wouldn’t be one of the bad guys. If you’d never lost anything before, you wouldn’t have gone to the lengths you have to protect what you have left. This isn’t the first time. But, in spite of it all, in spite of the horrible naivety of it- you hoped that Magne would be the last. You’re standing at the top of the stairs now, watching the clouds. The sky’s clear, the weather’s warm; it’s a good day for killing. In the distance, you can make out the bird-quirk kid from U.A, a black speck in the distance as he makes off with the Number 2 Hero. They’re still in your line of sight, and your quirk is a ranged one. You could, theoretically, make that shot. See if you can avenge Jin. It’s the least you could do to try. Instead, your hand falls limply to your side. A shadow falls over the cracked stone floor, and you stay silent, eyes trained on the speck that is Hawks and his savior, growing rapidly smaller and farther away. “Hey.” Dabi’s voice is scratchy, hoarse from smoke and screaming. A little frayed around the edges. As frayed as you feel, maybe. He calls your name; you don’t respond.

“You could’ve gotten him- what’re you waiting for-“ “You know,” you cut in, still staring up at the clouds and the blue, blue sky. “I always thought Hawks was a pretty nice guy.” Sudden silence. Well, as long as he’s listening. As long as he knows what’s coming. You have a feeling he does; you and Dabi, you’ve always been close like that. “I didn’t lose just one friend today.” You inhale, exhale, slowly. Try to keep yourself stable. Try not to think about Hawks staring you down, telling you not to interfere- “I just need Twice to stay put. This doesn’t have to be any harder than it already is. Neither of you has to get hurt.” But one of us did, and whose fault is it, in the end?  “And I guess you knew all along, huh. You knew…” The bloody half of Magne’s body falling to the ground. Kurogiri, captured and gone. Twice, melting away before your eyes. He knew that this might happen. “This,” and Dabi sounds strained, in pain, like he’s falling apart and it’s only his stapled skin and his pride keeping him from losing every shred of nonchalance he has left, and you won’t look back at him because if you see the look on his face right now you know that’s going to be the killing blow- “This wasn’t planned. Shit, what do you take me for? You think I’d throw away a power like Twice’s just like that?” “No, you wouldn’t.” Your nails are digging into your palms but you barely feel the sting. “Because that’s what it was about- power. Winning. It was a gamble.” The U.A kid is out of sight now. You suspect Hawks might live, if he just gets medical attention in time, and maybe you should be angry, but you meant it when you let him go. There’s no point in revenge anymore. Not now, when there’s a war raging on the ground below, one of your best friends, your only friends, is dead, and another’s a traitor, while your leader is gone, and Dabi- You don’t want to kill anymore. You don’t want a fight. You just want Jin back. You want to go to Dabi and let him hold you like he’s done in the past, tell him it’s ok, but that would be a lie. You’re so tired. “The league’s been home to me, you know.” Dabi isn’t like you, in that regard, and some part of you has always understood that this might happen, sooner or later. All you’ve ever really wanted is a chance to survive alongside the people you love; Dabi has bigger goals, and he’s willing to take risks for them. So this is your breaking point: your moment to let him go before he leaves. You turn, hands in your pockets. There’s a sharp intake of breath. “Where are you going?” You shrug. “Down. To Toga.” “You’re going to get yourself killed,” his voice cracks, breathless, on the verge of hysteria, and the sound is like a knife through your heart. You grit your teeth and keep walking. (You can love Dabi all you want, and he can love you back, and none of it will matter if his games don’t pay off, if his grand quest doesn’t end in victory- if you’ll be forced to watch more people die. If he might end up among those people.) “Toga needs me,” you reply as you begin your descent down the stairs, choosing your words carefully, blocking out the sound of his harsh, ragged breathing. “You can go. Make a few more gambles. Whatever you need to do.” It’s a cruel thing to say, isn’t it? Because you know he’s hurting, still reeling from his own miscalculation and the loss of Jin. He hides it well, but he’s suffering. He probably doesn’t want this any more than you do. The only problem is that pain won’t stop Dabi. So- you’ll go to Toga.  You hear him call your name, once, like a drowning man making his last fruitless reach above the waves before they swallow him, but you bow your head lower and walk. One step. Two step. You’ll be outside soon.  (You’ve never claimed to not be selfish. You’re only human, and you’ve lost enough. If you’re not prepared to let him leave you, then the only option is for you to leave first.)

#BNHA #Dabi x reader #Dabi x you #Dabi imagines #Dabi x y/n #Dabi #BNHA reader insert #scenario #Mod Eve

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #400

“it’s an age-old story: the first will be last, and the last will be kings  /  the small will be great, and the great will be weak”

Who was the last person you sincerely thanked? My mom; I thank her every time she cooks for me/us, and I really do mean it. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed as a guest at someone’s house? Somewhere around a month. What was the last thing to really surprise you? My brother has a fiancee and is having another son! :') Have you ever found out that you have been sleep walking? No. Have you ever tried making something from one of those short cooking videos? How did it turn out? No. Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? No. What was the last thing you had the urge to do? Idk about anything notable. Is there anyone you feel that takes you for granted? No. What is the last thing you had a craving for? A donut. Do you ever read the comments on social media posts? Sometimes. What was the last thing you felt like you wasted money on? It's so rare that I buy things with my own cash that I really don't know. What was the last thing you wanted to buy, but couldn’t afford? Venus' terrarium on my own. Mom has to help me with buying it. What is a recipe you’d like to try to make for yourself? I don’t cook, so. What goes through your mind when you look back at old photographs of yourself? More than anything, I get sad over how much weight I've gained. I was so healthy once upon a time. It also just makes me miss my childhood. What was the subject matter of the last email you sent? I believe it was about setting up an appointment with my therapist. How do you get your news? Facebook articles, really. What do you think about lizards? I love them! I was that kid that always tried to catch them when I saw 'em. Now I just observe because I don't want to terrify them by trying to pick them up. Have you ever done consumer testing (testing products before they come out on the market)? If not, would you ever want to? No, but sure, I'd do it. Have you ever received anesthesia or morphine? Both. The time I received morphine, it did jack-all for me. If you had to choose which video game to be in, which would it be? Hmmm... I would say Azeroth from World of Warcraft, but too much shit goes down, ha ha. Perhaps the top of the temple in Shadow of the Colossus? So long as I could have someone I love with me, I'd be in Heaven. Although... I doubt there's WiFi there, so I might drop that answer, lmfao. I really don't know. Between the two, would you rather live in a place where it’s only night or where it’s only day? Day. I need the natural light of day sometimes, and if I wanted to sleep, I could just find shade. If you had to be an actor/actress in a movie, what genre of the movie would you be best at? Fantasy. Out of fire, earth, water, wind, light, and dark, which element appeals the most to you? Dark. What’s one thing that you wish was real? Friendly dragons, haha. Is there anything (show, comedian, etc.) that you constantly quote or make references to? No. What’s your favorite Disney Channel movie? I have absolutely no idea. I don't even remember almost any of them. What’s your favorite holiday? Christmas. Do you ever have to do yard work? No. Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? Yes. Did/do you listen to Britney Spears songs? Yeah, sometimes. I genuinely don't mind her. Do you still make Christmas lists? Yeah, because I'm asked to. Do you watch the show Dexter? Never seen it. Which musical instrument do you think sounds the prettiest? I'm torn between the violin, harp, and piano. Is your mom or dad the older parent? Mom, by a year. Do you and your parents like any of the same bands/singers? A lot, actually. Is there any food in your bedroom? What? I have these tictacs I keep in my purse in case of a dry mouth. Medication makes me have that severely, and my psychiatrist recommended me to always have a hard candy available to suck on since it forces salivation. Do you know anyone who has road rage? Who? My younger sister, badly. How far away do your grandparents live from you? They're all dead, but they lived in far away states. Do you know anyone who wants to be the president one day? No. What kinds of chips are in the cupboards? None. It's a bad idea to keep chips in this house, haha. Do you have your mom's or dad's hair? Well, I was born with dirty blonde hair like my dad, but my hair is thick and more similar in color now to my mom's before the cancer completely drained the color. If you were going out with your celebrity crush, what would you wear? OH MY GOD LA;KSDJFAKLWJE I DON'T KNOW I LOOK AWFUL IN EVERYTHING. Have you ever cried when a teacher retired? Teared up, yes, multiple times. Do you swear and yell while playing video games? I might swear under my breath, but that's the extent of it. If you were adopted, would you want to know? At this point in my life, I don't really know. I kinda find myself leaning towards no. Has a best friend ever ditched you for a girlfriend/boyfriend? Pretty much. Do your pets chase after bugs? Roman sure does. When’s the last time you were so excited you couldn’t sleep? Why? I want to say that was the night before I was getting my tattoo redone. Do you own any flip-flops? Yeah, considering they're like... all I wear, ever. Did you ever really believe that the stork brought babies? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) It was the only lucid dream I've ever had and I'm not complaining about it lmao. Have you ever had a dream that upset you or made you cry? Oh I'm sure. Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Not to my recollection, no, and I don't believe you should ever adopt that mentality and say that to someone. Do you own a laser? No. Is there anything you like to put on a sandwich, that some might find odd? Nah. I do enjoy a layer of potato chips on some sandwiches, like ham and cheese, but I know that's like an actual thing some people just like. What colour are the shoes you wear most often? They're black flip-flops. When was the last time you were required to put on a mask? In the morning when I go to the TMS office. And what colour was the last mask you wore? It's one of those normal blue and white medical ones. The last time you were in a queue, what were you waiting for? To see the woman who would give me my APAP mask. Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yes, Moderna. If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? None for the first shot, but my second shot bruised badly and I felt seriously shitty the following day. I was perfectly fine afterwards, though. Can any of your friends sing well? Which one has the nicest singing voice? Sara has an AMAAAAAAAAAAAZING voice. When was the last time you wore make-up, if ever? What shades/colours? I don't even remember, but I'm sure it would've been black. What is something that seems popular, but doesn't interest you personally? Fashion, various TV shows, etc... Are you clumsy or graceful? I am STUPID clumsy. Like it's just ridiculous. Do you like gloves? I like fingerless gloves. Does your sibling(s) have braces? My older sister did as a kid. Do you ever say "OMG" in person? No; it's a random pet peeve of mine, "Internet talk" irl. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? Dad, no idea. Mom, uhhhh. Not "mad," but "annoyed" probably better fits how she felt about me leaving the heating pad I use for my cramps on the floor. Do your pets have favorites? I'm definitely Roman's favorite seeing as he is my literal shadow, and I'd assume Venus trusts me more than anyone else, but realistically, she's in contact with almost no one else, so. Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend? Why did you break up? The first guy to have the title of "boyfriend" was Aaron, and I broke up with him 'cuz I just wasn't as romantically into him as I thought I might be. It was puppy-dog love, and I feel I knew that. My first *real* boyfriend was Jason, who broke up with me because my mental illnesses began to affect his wellbeing. Which I now accept is fine, but he seriously coulda gone about things differently... When was the last time you got a new bed? Is your bed comfy? Late into my teenage years; idk the exact age and don't feel like doing the math. Teddy kept peeing on the bed to where it was just unrecoverable and needed to be thrown away. My current bed is comfy enough. What kind of games did you play on the playground when you were younger? My absolute favorite was digging tunnels in the sandbox, pretending to be a meerkat. The only trend I ever created, haha, seeing as my classmates got into it with me, allowing us to make huge tunnel systems. It was really cool. I also liked playing 4 Square (which I now don't even remember the details of) on the basketball court. Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? Who were you with? Yeah, my driver's ed instructor and the guy who was on the same route as me. What’s your favorite thing to do when drunk? Would you do this sober? N/A Are you a fan of dogs? Do you have any as pets? I'm picky with dogs. I like interacting with any dog, but I don't plan on ever owning another. I don't like how hyper they can be, and I prefer more independent pets, like cats. Basically, I'll be hyped to meet a random dog on the street and give it some loving, but I don't want to take it home to be my own. Are you an elitist (even a little bit) when it comes to anything? What? No. I cannot stand elitists. Is just being fond of something enough, or does it take more than that to be a ‘real fan’? And I hate gatekeeping in fandoms even more. There are varying intensities of "being a fan," but regardless, if you like something, congratulations, you're a valid, "real" fan. What type of fabric is most comfortable for clothing? I don't pay attention to this, honestly. If you wear one – bras with or without a wire? I'll wear either, but without is way more comfortable. If you wear one – are you able to find cute bras in your size? God no. What length do you like your shorts to be? I don’t wear shorts. What was the last disappointing movie you saw? Warcraft, but not because it was bad. I've talked before how in the theater, the orcs' voices were just so fucking baritone that I couldn't understand almost ANYTHING they said. Kinda ruined the experience for me. What was the last disappointing book you read? Don't recall. Do you ever watch compilation videos? Of what? Very rarely. If I do, they're mostly of animals being silly. Favorite Disney character who isn’t royalty? Probably Dory, but idk. There's WAY too many options to fish through.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''this is the kingdom'' by skillet

[smiledog15578]

Ok, what are your headcanons for the Host? Also I love your art 😍

Ight the host:

I see him as tall but somewhat fit and skinny

Idk why the first thing that came to my mind was “he has raven black hair cause ur reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe and he likes books” but here we are

He smells like old books

He looks to be around his late 20s early 30s (so mark lmao anyways)

Honestly a true introvert even though how much he talks

He likes a lot of true crime books and thrillers

This man is like Stevie wonder. He’s been blind for so long he can do able stuff

People think he can see under those blindfolds but no he’s just very good with echo location and knowing his surroundings

When he’s not talking and he’s writing he loves to listen to dark somber classical music or old 1920s-30s music. it’s very peaceful to him

The host is very nice actually then he was before (when he was the author) but sometimes he can be very blunt

Don’t ask him this mans past he will never tell you. If you keep asking he will drown you out with nonsense coming from him mouth and he speeds up if you tell him to stop. Once you go away he’ll stop lol

This man has dry mouth and chapped ass lips cause you know lol. Everyone buys him like different kinds of chapstick cause how DRY he is. He never uses them HSJSKD

dr iplier sometimes asks him if he needs any medical attention cause like the guy have two gashes for eyes. But the host says it’s fine it’s at the point it doesn’t hurt anymore

Nobody knows why he has his eyes scooped out and the host won’t tell why

Everyone asks him but he completely ignores the question

Wilford thinks it was an icecream scooping accident which everyone gave him a dirty look for thinking that

Idk what the host would wear other than the attire he wears already but probably just button ups and long old pants? He probably goes to thrift stores honestly

Also for looks that I forgot to mention: he has a five o’ clock shadow and I really like him having like scars also on his wounded sockets? Like signs of anger from trying to rip them out of something lol

With some egos that respects he’s really quiet and listens to what they have to say. But with some egos like I said he’s very blunt and sarcastic. That’s how you know he doesn’t like you lol

For my family au when he has to baby sit yan he’s like the best story teller. He puts yan to sleep so easily. And yan loveees the stories he tells. He usually asks what she did today and tries to tell the story with her in it. Idk something like that LMAO I’m dumb

That’s all I can think about 😔

#the host

[lordofthenerds97]

I know you’re busy so take your time! I wanted to ask if I could get a ship ❤️ I’m a straight female who’s an ambivert. I love listening to music & oof cuddles & make out sessions are the best. I’m 5’0”. I have medium length brown hair & blue eyes I’ve never sent in a ship so idk if I gave enough info haha. Thank you!

Oh babe you're so sweet, thank you!! Of course you can have a ship, and you did it perfectly 😄 there's so much to work with that I don't know what to include!

I ship you with...

Steve!!

You were about ready to throw your medical book through the wall of your room, pull your hair out, and cry. But not necessarily in that order

You knew your father was just trying to be helpful. He wanted you to succeed in life, and this was his way of helping you do it

But you didn't understand how life in a bunker with a bunch of soldiers could help

Did I forget to mention Y/N Ozerov, daughter of the one and only Commander Ozerov?

Oops

In any case, you were struggling through your first year of medical school, and the dark and violent filled surroundings weren't helping you much. Though you had to admit that working with Doctor Yacovich in the infirmary was giving you the hands on training you needed

That still didn't help your ill feelings towards your course book work

But before you could make up your mind what sounded like the better plan, you heard the alarm blaring in the distance. And feeling your heart leap into your throat, you grabbed your emergency kit and raced out of your quarters

Red lights were flashing everywhere you turned and officers were running to and from every direction.

"Intruders!"

That stopped you dead in your tracks. Since when did your super secret base get invaded?

You slowed your pace until you managed to find an officer that would tell you what was going on. And even then it took your name and the harsh glare that you inherited from your father to get him to say anything

From what you could piece together, there were two of them. Maybe more. And then you got word that your father was in an interrogation room with one of them

So with a resigned sigh, you quickly headed in the direction of the cells, knowing your services would be required at a one point. You could hear crazed laughter and the sound of a fist colliding with bone. You cringed and braced yourself for when the door opened. You could briefly make out the English word Doctor before you were ushered into the hall. You waited with crossed arms and an angry glare until your father joined you

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" your father asked sternly

You gave him a hard look. "You heard him ask for a doctor. Besides, how do you expect to get information out of him with every bone in his face broken?"

He paused and clenched his jaw, knowing you had a point. "Be quick."

You nodded quietly and followed his directions, hastily stepping into the cell when your father motioned for the soldier to open the door. You gru.bled under your breath at the harsh treatment of your father before you quickly dropped to your knees beside the crumpled form of a man in a sailors outfit

The whole sight of it brought a confused frown to your face. You looked him over, realizing that he was about your age. His face was a bloody mess and you weren't sure what was injured and what wasn't. So your fingers worked to clean up the blood, realizing he had a broken nose, a split lip, black eye, and probably a fractured jaw

When you were turning his head to look for other injuries is when he woke up

You jolted back with surprise as he turned a wild gaze to you and backed away. You couldn't understand hardly a word he was saying, but you held your hands up in a placating gesture

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm trying to help you."

"What?"

You gave him a frustrated look. "Help," you said, the English word tasting odd on your tongue

He frowned but allowed you to scoot a little closer with your damp cloth. It took you a little longer than you expected, but you managed to get him cleaned up before your father came to throw him into another cell. He looked at you with a pleading expression and your heart went out to the man, knowing what was going to happen

You never did understand what it was your father was looking for. Some kind of gate, that much you knew. Alexei had tried to explain it to you before he went to a remote lab. But most of it was beyond your comprehension

The rest of your day passed slowly as you kept tabs on what happened with the prisoners. Whatever was going on, you knew it wasn't normal. And if that man you treated earlier was a spy, then he hadn't received any training at all. He just kept blabbering on and on, never shutting up

It wasn't until the alarms went off again that you knew something was desperately wrong. You were in the middle of trying to find your father when a hand clasped around your mouth and dragged you into the shadows. You tried to scream but then your eyes locked on his

It was the man from the cell

He tried to tell you what was going on, tried to explain it, and you tried to understand. But it wasn't any use. Finally, he grabbed your arms and stared into your eyes with an intensity you ahdbt ever seen before. "Help," he said. "Help you."

You gave him a confused look but allowed him and the other woman he was with to lead you back though the maze of tunnels to the elevator. There was an obvious urgency about what was going on and it frustrated you to no end that neither of you could understand the other

It surprised you even more when you came out of the elevator into the mall parking lot where a man in a floral shirt and Alexei who was still handcuffed stood

"Alexei?" you called

He turned his attention to you, his features lighting up. "Y/N!" He rushed towards you as you threw your arms around his neck

"What's going on? Why are you prisoner? Are you hurt?"

He explained to you as quickly as he could. And it all started to make sense

Before you knew it, you were helping the ragtag group. It was consisted of mostly children, two girls around your age, a sheriff, a mother, and the man you now knew as Steve

You were still trying to get to your father to put a stop to it once and for all. You saw him through the observation glass as you were sprinting towards the gate. His eyes locked with yours and not a few seconds later, the whole place was rocked with an explosion

You were thrown backwards by the force of it all, dragged out by the woman accompanying you. Your ears were ringing from the explosion, your vision was hazy, and you couldn't form a coherent thought

But when you made it outside again, your natural hair color covered by dirt and grime, your eyes puffy from the smoke, it all hit you at once

He was gone. Your father was dead

As the realizatiokn hit you, you felt your knees buckle ad tour body fall to the ground as tears welled in your eyes before cascading like a waterfall down your cheeks

You felt arms around you trying to hold you up, but you ended up dragging both of you to the ground as a scream tore through your throat

Hands rubbed soothingly on your back, words of comfort were whispered in your ear, and sobs racked your body as you curled yourself into the stranger's body. At some point you realized it was Steve, but that didn't stop you from mourning the loss of your father

Paramedics were soon on the scene, you were checked out and cleared save for the minor concussion you had. But you didn't once let go of Steve's hand through it. He kept close by your side and even managed to get you in a car to take you home. Well...to his deserted house that was

He took care of you, helped you through it, taught you English, helped you build a life, and eventually fell in love with you

You relied on him, taught him some Russian, let him in to the secrets of your past, and you gradually started to reciprocate the feelings

The rest? It's history. Besides, stranger things have happened in Hawkins

#stranger things #reader insert #reader #angst #all the feels #fanfic #sorry not sorry #ships #steve harrington #stranger things x you #you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve

[wafflelate]

Hm. Chouji requests. Okay, here's one: a face to face with that kid who said any team with chouji on it would lose, in the aftermath of Pein's invasion.

had to actually watch… some Naruto for this to like… see what Chōji got up to…. sorry in advance for anything i got wrong lmao

for once not exactly DoS compliant bc i don’t know if you’ve read it? everyone else who follows me will be alarmed and confused but yknow DoS is still in the timeskip so it would have been too much guesswork anyway.

did use some of SQ’s details tho, like naming that kid Youbirin and probably some other stuff idk

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There had been streets. Alleyways. Parks and shops and training grounds and trash pickup and long shadows cast by eclectic architecture and it’s the silliest thing in the word, the most useless anxiety, but as Chouji slogs through the rubble — the mud and the dust and the wreckage of a whole village, the whole thing — he worries that the new village, when it’s built, will lose some of its Konoha-ness.

Will the buildings each look the same as the others? The same age, the same colors, the same timbers and siding and roofing? Will the streets be carefully planned, the alleys and balconies and courtyards arranged with aforethought? What if the kids have no good places to play ninja, with nooks to hide in and crannies to jump out of?

In particular Chouji thinks of this because the children will need places to play ninja, still, and he thinks about that play-pretend game from childhood because the medic coming towards him is Youbirin.

It had been Youbirin who had invited and then, ultimately, disinvited Chouji from the play-pretend games in the civilian neighborhood wedged between the Nara and Akimichi.

Chouji hasn’t seen Youbirin since the Academy — clearly because Youbirin had gone into the medical program. Chouji wonders if that was his first choice or if he’d failed his jōnin-sensei’s test… but that kind of thought is useless spite. Mean-spirited at a time when they really can’t afford anything but solidarity.

Youbirin looks exhausted like Chouji feels. Not just tired but a little numb.

Literally numb, even, in some areas: Chouji is here because after hours of moving debris, one of his fellow chūnin had noticed his hands bleeding sluggishly and sent him for medical attention. Chouji can’t even remember the chūnin’s name. Sotatsu, who works Main Gate sometimes and lost an embarrassing amount of money in a card game with Ino? Michio, from the Mission Desk? It should matter but it kind of doesn’t. Not at all.

Chouji holds his hands out. The palm of one is sliced open by rebar or something, from when he was using partial Multi-Size technique to grow his hands and arms big enough to hold up some of the larger pieces of rubble, letting his teammates dart in underneath and check for anything that could be scavenged or salvaged. It’s a nasty cut, but he hadn’t even noticed. His knuckles are rubbed raw.

Youbirin sighs, but doesn’t say anything. His hands light up with medical chakra and Chouji can feel it tingle and prickle along the cut and his knuckles, cleaning the wound before his flesh folds itself back together. Good as new.

“Do you have any other injuries?” asks Youbirin. “We’ve been instructed to save our chakra, so we’re not doing standard diagnostic checks unless absolutely necessary.”

He says this in the professional tone you’d speak to a stranger, but Chouji knows that Youbirin recognizes him, just like he recognizes Youbirin. They’ve both changed, but not very much. It feels like there should be more to say. A reconnection. A reconciliation. They are not strangers.

Youbirin had once gone out of his way to hurt Chouji, as publicly as possible. Youbirin had taken the game of ninja away from Chouji. That day, the sun bearing down on them and Youbirin’s scornful words… nothing in the village had looked the same once he was banned from the neighborhood games. Where, Chouji had wondered, might I be banned from next? And what was the real reason Youbirin had done it, since he’d sworn up and down the week before that Chouji played just fine, that it was just fun, that winning wasn’t the point?

That had been Youbirin, you know, kind in private and scathing in public. Maybe that’s still Youbirin.

“I’m good,” Chouji says. Chouji dredges up a smile. Not a good one, but it’s there, and he adds, “Thanks, Youbirin. Take care of yourself.”

“Ah,” Youbirin says, and now he looks… embarrassed. Shamefaced. “I was… I was hoping you wouldn’t…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Chouji says, with a wave of his hand, like he could really brush aside their history.

Youbirin is quiet, but unsettled. Chouji doesn’t want Sakura (or possibly Tsunade-sama) accusing him of sabotaging the medics if it leaves Youbirin so off-kilter, so it seems like he does have to say something.

Chouji says. “This feels like a good time to reflect, because everything is awful, but it’s better to worry about the future.” He keeps his voice low so that maybe no one else will hear. Not because he minds, but because he thinks Youbirin might.

And maybe Chouji is thinking about about what Kakashi-sensei had snapped at him just before the Deva Path had revealed itself to still be functional: Save the crying for later! he’d said. Reflect later!

But Youbirin doesn’t need the context. The blood on Kakashi-sensei’s face. Dad unmoving. The horrible clanking and squishing of the Deva Path coming back together from Kakashi-sensei’s Raikiri. The long recovery Dad is facing. That’s on Chouji’s mind, the incredible pressure of that moment and everything that followed afterwards, but Youbirin doesn’t need to know. Couldn’t possibly understand, because he isn’t even a field medic.

“I see,” says Youbirin. He nods. “You take care of yourself, too, Chouji.”

“We’ll take care of each other,” Chouji says, and leaves.

He puts Youbirin out of his mind the moment he steps outside and throws himself into his little worries, building the possible details of the new Konoha they’ll build up in his mind while he deals with what’s left of the old one. Shikamaru and his dad will work out all the big worries, anyway.

#chouji #chouji all #i hOPE THIS IS GOOD #Sotatsu and Michio are named in ch 3 of eoit and are just like... meaningless OCs #but chouji seems like he'd know people's names #anyway i've never written chouji before why did i ask for chouji prompts im nervous yikes #words words words #greenekangaroo #asks #ask prompts

[dwightcarolinesource]

Can you tell me what happens to Dwight while he's in the Navy? I just binged both seasons and I can't wait til season 3 to know!!!

Okay, well… brace yourself for a very brief and disjointed summary of Black Moon (I practically inhaled this book rather than reading it properly because I wanted to see Dwight so badly lmao)

Spoilers for s3 plotlines under the cut– obviously I don’t know if it’ll happen exactly like this in s3 (it probably won’t) but this is broadly where its going

WELL for starters Dwight is barely in most of Black Moon himself till almost the very end, but the other characters talk about him a lot and he’s definitely not forgotten by any means and I have a feeling the show will approach his absence at least slightly differently than the book does anyway but we’ll see

Anyway, his ship, the HMS Travail, is sunk either before the book starts or very soon into the book and we and Caroline find out about this through Unwin Trevaunance of all people. He comes back very briefly to ask Caroline to marry him again, she says no obviously, but they end up talking about the war in France and he tells her a few British ships have been sunk including Dwight’s and Caroline’s obviously pretty damn worried and for a very long hot minute no one is sure if Dwight has survived or not

SO Caroline, currently nursing Ray Penvenen who is dying, goes to Plymouth and sees Verity to try and find out more, and Verity is so sweet to her and I love their friendship so much

Ross asks around his own contacts (can’t really remember who) and pays someone to see the list of people who were taken prisoner by the French after the wrecks and hurray, oh happy day! Dwight is on it, meaning he survived the sinking even though his Captain didn’t. 

Meanwhile at some point I can’t remember the details of, Ray Penvenen dies (awh) and Caroline becomes mistress of Killewarren! She takes in some French emigres fleeing the war and bullies some rich people into contributing to Ross’s scheme to help poor relief in the area and its great. At some point she goes to London to petition Parliament about the possibility of putting up a ransom for Dwight’s release but they tell her it’s not advisable or something.

The war basically ends which technically means the prisoners of war (Dwight) should be released but in practice they kind of aren’t? idk I didn’t pay attention to the details. Very very eventually, a letter from Dwight to Caroline gets through to her explaining how the ship was sunk and where he is (a prison camp called Quimper) and Caroline and Demelza are thrilled about it but Ross is privately like ‘that dude is not going to survive if he stays in there much longer… TIME FOR A RESCUE MISSION’

(which takes a frustratingly long time to plan– the whole time I was reading I was like ‘GOD JUST FUCKIN GO AND GET DWIGHT WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO DAMN LONG’)

But eventually, Ross and Demelza’s brother Drake, and a bunch of other people who have basically benefitted from Dwight’s doctoring in the past go to France to get him 

And it’s a long and dangerous journey and they almost get caught several times when they get into the prison and it takes a long time to figure out where Dwight actually is in the camp but eventually they figure out he’s near the infirmary (duh)

And when Ross calls out to him, Dwight wakes up and thinks its one of the other prisoners who needs his help because he’s been doing his best to look after 100s of prisoners probably at the expense of his own health with only like four other people with some medical knowledge to help him and he’s so good and pure and I just love him so damn much oh my god !!! what a cinnamon roll !!!

By this point, Dwight is extremely weak, emaciated and exhausted, and the poor lamb can’t really believe he’s being rescued and says briefly that he has to stay to look after his patients because he’s one of the only ones who can (he’s such a angel i cry) but then the other prisoners are like ‘go! for fuck’s sake what are you waiting for!??’

so he does, and the escape is even riskier than getting in and Demelza’s brother is shot with a musket ball in the shoulder (but eventually recovers) and one of their crew winds up dying which Ross feels enormously guilty about

But they get back to their ship just about and after a final false alarm where they think they’re being followed, they get out and get on their way back to Plymouth and Dwight regains a bit of strength on the way from eating properly and daylight and fresh air but remains quite weak and thin from the rest of the book (and actually into the next book The Four Swans)

When they get to Plymouth, Verity puts up Ross, Drake and Dwight in her house and insists they stay until Drake and Dwight are ready to travel because she’s a wonderful angel. 

Ross sends word to Caroline that Dwight has been rescued and that they’ll be back in a few days, but being Caroline, instead of waiting– she rides through the night in the rain to Plymouth to see Dwight 

Their reunion (!!!) is the cutest thing I had ever read until I read something that happens in the next book lol. Basically Dwight is like ‘… I love you, my own heart, I’m so happy to see you… do you still want me even though I’m weak and half-starved and have a beard now and am generally a shadow of my former self? I would understand if you didn’t… but pls love me… pls…’

And Caroline is just like ‘So I’ve already decided we’re having an October wedding, and we’re inviting everyone and I mean everyone, that cool with you??? ’ it’s honestly amazing 

A few days after, she takes him back to Killewarren and they basically live there together permanently after that because she wants to nurse him back to health which to me was just !!! a dream !! 

(In the next book it’s mentioned that although they live together before marriage, they’re very careful to keep very separate in terms of living arrangements and intimacy for the sake of convention. But since in the TV show they had sex in the finale, I’m hoping that when Black Moon/The Four Swans comes to the screen, they’ll just be banging on every vaguely horizontal surface in Killewarren but that’s just me lmao) 

and that’s basically it for Black Moon. It’s actually my favourite book so far I think, which I wasn’t expecting considering Dwight is only in it in person 465 pages in but I really enjoyed it and I can’t wait to see it come to life on screen!

#this is the worst summary of any book ever #like i said-- hazy on the details because i read it so fast #but tl;dr dwight is a cinnamon roll and needs to be protected at all costs #but luckily hes got caroline who is more than up to the task

[civrilla]

we are one :

spectracy’s ( sense8 ) inspired squad // diverse playbys // diverse ages // diverse membergroups // all open! //

eight strangers from different walks of life and situations, suffering through their own struggles and secrets until they suddenly develop a sensory link. and everything changes as quickly as one can blink: they feel joy for no reason, pain when they have none, sorrow with no explanation but the tears still fall. they’re speaking languages they haven't even heard, throwing fists when they never learned how to punch, and they find themselves in unrecognizable places but they don't feel lost. skills, emotions, sensations, they're bleeding, mixing, washing themselves into one another’s veins, marking the very beginning -- their rebirth as a piece of a suddenly combined brain.

-- the ability of the sensory link is that of a bewitching character, and i’m thinking that it probably recently awoke for these characters after they started coming into contact with one another. so there’s bound to be quite a few of them that have always thought they were bereft until they found this fun surprise, and/or some witches who got stuck with one kind of crappy gift only to find out they also have this, or somebody who’s been dealing with a really shitty curse only to find out they now have this to deal with as well. 

-- keep in mind: all the roles can completely be adjusted! it’s more or less me spitting out different ideas, rather than anything set in stone. stuff can be genderbent and changed to fit your concepts -- no worries! however, it’s important to me that the characters are all of varying personality types and, hopefully, backgrounds. that’s what i’ve tried to achieve with the roles you see here. you’ve got some good guys, and some sort-of-not-so-good guys.

THE CHARMING, taken by eos → pretty boy who was born in a cage that looks like a castle. prince, why are you so afraid of the destiny that awaits you? your name will inscribe itself onto the earth, onto the seas, and your bloodline will shake the very ground. so how come you're so scared to take the crown? your parents are giving you their kingdom, so long as you be a good boy and never frown. → your voice is husky honeyed sweeter than sugar, a symphony played by a single instrument, a raga with no notes. people are hypnotized and enamored, they never want you to stop talking. almost. herein lies your greatest strength: being the enchanter. open your mouth, and you can attract an entire room's attention, capture an innocent's heart, sway enemies to change their alliance mid-battle. you are the prince charming, able to weave straw words into gold. → herein lies your weakness: you're just a guy with a lot of stuff. learn to patch up that hole inside you, sweet prince, before it finally swallows you up.

❖  nice table manners, basically ur real stereotypical prince charming

❖  #1 smooth-talker; his other biggest skill is telling you which fancy fork to eat your salad with

❖  has been catered to his whole life (wants to be independent but poor boy doesn’t even know how to work a microwave or washing machine, 911 send h e l p)

THE PROTECTING, taken by piper → little guardian, you were always brandishing a shield for the weak and the fallen. but you must always remember: you’re just flesh and a beating heart and bright eyes, you are not indestructible. you can not save everyone. bones break under heavy weight. even atlas couldn't carry the world forever. put the weight down, sweet girl. you are not a titan. you are human. you are so human it hurts.

→ maybe in another universe there is no darkness, no bad guys, no all-encompassing doom. maybe in another universe, you don't have the weight of the world on your shoulders. but, unfortunately, in this world, you do. herein lies your strength: you're the mother hen, the shield, the one who keeps others stable. you may not be able to brandish a sword, but you can still cradle cheeks with gentle hands and whisper encouragements to those with sad smiles. to win a war, there must always be someone like you: a bright soul in the backdrop, who watches over the soldiers and nudges them back in line when they get off course.

→ herein lies your greatest weakness: you're so busy protecting others that you forget to shield yourself. little guardian, this world is nasty and cruel and will eat you up; why do you always forget that if you don't protect yourself, you're going to burn up?

❖  mother hen

❖  occupation maybe tied to protecting others? like a cop?

❖  forgets to protect herself? this could lead to something? idk

THE FIGHTING, open → there are two versions of you that people notice. the first is the one where you are all sharp angles, making yourself even sharper. you smile with razor blade teeth whenever someone gets cut, a danger and warning all in one. but if others stick around long enough, there are times where you will touch pretty faces with careful fingers, eyes like stars and a heart as big as the solar system, wiping the red off their cheekbones. you never minded getting a little blood on your hands, after all. → brave warrior, how come each syllable that falls from your lips has a sharp edge? barbs that scathe and bite with angry, mottled bruises left in their wake. a stain and poison, your own skin covered in battle wounds. who are you fighting, if not yourself? herein lies your greatest strength: you know how to throw a killer punch. little warrior, you've always done more talking through bloody knuckles than your mouth. hello morphs not into good-bye but an undecipherable look with a bitten-back tongue and hands in fists and knuckles embedded in the skin of a clenched jaw. → herein lies your greatest weakness: no one taught you how to stop. anger has always been your greatest enemy, hanging in your life like a backdrop. don't you see what's wrong here, little warrior? once you start fighting, you don't stop. not until someone's stopped breathing, and you're the champion at the top.

❖  one hell of a fighter

❖  but doesn’t know when to stop throwing the punches

❖  boy’s got some serious anger issues

THE HEALING, open → you heal wounds and skinned knees. you help others, but you, yourself, are not something to be mended. after all, you always tell yourself that the only person who can decide whether or not you need fixing is you. those who keep trying to find places to repair, who twist with screwdriver questions and hammer with sharp words, are not trying to help you, girl of gold. they are trying to help themselves, and you have turned from project to person. let them go. make them let go of you. → golden girl, herein lies your greatest strength: you've always been notorious for mending the broken. your childhood was spent playing doctor, operating on your extensive collection of stuffed animals. → repairing others is some sort of sickly-sweet remedy, because when you heal others, you like to think that it's slowly healing these fractures lying beneath your skin too. herein lies your greatest weakness: you think that healing others will heal yourself. it won't, little golden girl. it never will.

❖  has medical skills (doesn’t strictly have to work within medical field tho)

❖  thinks healing others will heal her broken soul, so sad :’(

THE THINKING, open → one must wonder what kind of past could have given birth to this: a heart restrained by wrought iron, with love scrutinized as though it can be explained in a formula and living beings studied underneath a microscope. darling girl, why do you detach yourself from the world like so? the thing about you is that you come off cold, too blunt, insensitive -- sometimes people wonder if you're really even human at all. → you have a beautiful brain, bursting with curiosity, and theories, and numbers, and knowledge, and you're logical to a fault. herein lies your strength: you're so damn smart. you've devoted yourself to the pursuit of knowing, to understanding, to learning. you may be distant, but you have taught yourself so much -- you know, at the very least, how to sharpen words into a point to drive through a heart. → lonely little girl, herein lies your weakness: this thirst for knowledge has tainted your blood. you have such a big heart but you're afraid that your studies are all that you will ever love.

❖  kinda sacrificed a social life in the pursuit for knowledge

❖  hence she has p much zero social skills

❖   big heart but unable to find love

THE RUNNING, taken by emri → this blood, this fear, this constant running, running, running. dear boy, what did you ever do but hide with shaky legs and then run with them? shaking still, feet always flying over the ground, looking over your shoulder and expecting to see a shadow chasing after you. what made you this way? why are you so afraid? → you're a retreating form disappearing into the inevitable darkness, your back broken from the weight of all the burdens you try to carry. but herein lies your greatest strength: you're the quickest -- perhaps, not the bravest -- and you can get so far on those two shaking legs, if you only try. hiding from shadows has taught you something too, darling boy: you know how to keep your head low so as to be unnoticed in a crowd, how to find the best scraps in a cold dumpster in an alley, how to scout out the best safe place in the stark coldness of night. → herein lies your greatest weakness: you can't run too far before you need your fix. fingers cracked and bleeding from the way you try to scratch away the concrete walls that cement you into darkness. little runner, don't you know? the drugs are not your savior. they'll ruin you, you know. stop shrouding yourself in fear and anguish, you're so much brighter when you smile. why can't you just stop running away, even for a little while?

❖  an addict maybe?

❖  the #1 hands-down at navigating the streets and making yourself invisible

THE DECEIVING, taken by cirilla → darling, you've been kissed with a large dark stain upon your heart. it crushes you into tiny glittering pieces, and you twirl through the air. what did this to you? why do you think this darkness inside you is actually okay? → so, you've faced darkness. you've swallowed the nights that ripped you to pieces, and swam laps in the broken glass of peoples' words. herein lies your greatest strength: you've learned how not to flinch when facing the pain, and are the best at elaborate facades. deceit sears through your very veins. you've hidden your wounds behind such a pretty mask, twirling and spinning, finely-dressed smiles spilling from your mouth. they might call you a princess -- a blinding beauty -- and, oh, how easily white knights mistake girls dressed like a daydream as soft and sensitive and needing saving. → remember this: you may be able to disguise your sharp smile behind colorful lips and pretty dresses, but one day, someone's going to come along, and they'll see past it all. but herein lies your greatest weakness: you've built your throne on your show and darling, it’s gone on for so long. how do you stop this performance? when will you finish singing the song?

❖  damn good at lying and acting

❖   but how do you find true friends or love when no one knows who is actually you underneath?

THE CHEATING, open → dark eyes and a dark heart, nature has molded you into a target; strike like an arrow. in this world, you get beaten up or you learn to fight tough, because life does not go easy on you. there is a fire fueling your veins, and you let it run wild, but you must learn to contain it, wild girl, before it consumes you up. → you have a lot in common with the others: you've faced darkness and come out on top, you've lied your way through things, and you've fought hard enough. but herein lies your greatest strength: you've actually not done it at all all. you're quite the filthy cheater; when you've had your nails freshly painted, you're not eager to enter a brawl. scheming is your strong-suit, it's all about the details, picking apart the puzzles until you find the opponent's critical weakness. everything is a game, but when no one's looking, you're the wild girl who likes to change the rules. → the problem with cheating is, once you find success, you refuse to play fair. herein lies your greatest weakness: you're falling deeper and deeper into this ring of fire, so before long, you're going to hit rock-bottom. fiery heart, what made you this way? why did you start changing the rules to games, dancing on the lines of danger, tempting the hand of fate?

❖  probably addicted to gambling and her luck’s bound to run out

❖  has one hell of a poker face

❖ master of drawn-out schemes and switching opponents’ cards when they aren’t looking -- sneaky, sneaky.

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