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sassydefendorflower · 1 year

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hey rora 7, 17, and 37 (no pressure tho :smek: )

Roma!!! Hell yeah!!! (and put the pressure on -smek-)

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

That's an evil question and you know it ;D Well... let's see where I shall begin.

There is, of course, i am apart (everything is connected) - i put a lot of thought into the worldbuilding for that fic. The idea of the belief system of the person influencing their metaphysical connection to the universe and as such alchemy and alkahestry was something I created for this fic, even if it has since firmly morphed into a general headcanon. This fic is also doing some stuff politics-wise that I really like - some of it is more subtle, like the hints on how I imagine the Imperial Court System in Xing to function, and some of it is more overt: the real troubles of slowly changing a country and returning to peace after years and years of war.

I am also deeply proud of my worldbuilding in an undertaking of deconstruction - more commonly called the Eastern Liberation Front AU. Because in this I get to play around with background characters, their world views, and the workings of an anti-establishment movement. My POV character (mostly Ed) doesn't see the world in all it's complexities, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. If anything, this is something that allows me to explore Scar's backstory, Shou Tucker, and even Roy and Riza's relationship through a different lens - and with that comes a lot of worldbuilding and geopolitics :D

But I can also mix it up with a bit of DC! A Constellation of Complications is a cyberpunk space-noir case fic in which Dick Grayson, bar owner and spy, has to solve a series of cyborg murders. This fic was a lot of fun to create because it deals with the question "what is a human? what is a person? and what is a cyborg?" only to fundamentally decide: it is all arbitrary but the system is so broken, we have to act within it. The laws are unjust, society broken, and yet... our protagonists can't escape those definitions and secrets and consequences. Lots of fun with that worldbuilding for SURE!

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

-sobs in my pillow in sorrow-

I mean... the Eastern Liberation Front AU is right there. This AU is so large and detailed in my head... I could write a thousand fics about and it would still not be enough. Especially since the fandom doesn't seem to share my unadulterated joy about... Ed and Al as "terrorists" and enemies of the state.

But there is more! Of course! Roy and Riza reaching their goal and then having to deal with facing the consequences of their actions - in a way that respects the good they did since then, but really delves into the nitty-gritty of "some things are just unforgivable"... and that deals with how liking someone makes it hard for the people around them to acknowledge their faults and misgivings and that that's--- okay. This one is truly more a vibe AU than anything else...

Super specific and somewhat cringe.... The five sacrifices get teleported to 1915 Europe instead when Father tries to teleport them to his lair - and now they are in our world, in the middle of a war, without alchemy (Shamballa-style). BUT what makes this AU way weirder and funkier and niche... the Truth basically sent them there with a "once you manage to find a way how to stop father sucessfully, i'll get you back but I really don't want father to eat me so.... have fun" and now the five sacrifices are immortal... (or something similar enough) and stuck in a different time/world. And then... this somehow turned into a Marvel/FMAB crossover? As in Roy and the Elrics are involved in the Super Solider Program, but the Elrics leave because they don't actually want to help any government at all, and they then just travel the world, join universities, and make low scale trouble until in 2014 the Avengers notice a similar heat signature from some files in 1915 and search for them to figure out what the fuck is going on.

Is this specific enough? :D

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Hm... to stay on the FMAB train... Hero Of The People, the second part of my Eastern Liberation Front AU. It's the Shou Tucker incident but in an alternate universe in which Ed and Al never joined the military. Instead, they end up at Shou Tucker's place after one of their informants tells them about his library - they have to be sneaky because Roy and Riza are hot on their tails after Ed almost killed Hawkeye during an alteration in a train, and Nina is a breath of fresh air (but we all know how that story ends).

I like it a lot because it plays around with Ed being a lot more angry and unrefined than he is in canon - and yet he and Al still want to save little girls and learn how to change the laws of the world. They are the same, and yet their different story changed them and the world around them. Also... Scar's there and that encounter does indeed go very different than it does in canon.

I don't know--- I just have an eternal soft spot for that story and the world it is set in.

Thank you SO MUCH ROMA!!! <3<3<3

[ask me a question for fic writers]

#roma107 #ask game #fanfic ask game #fmab #fma #edward elric #alphonse elric #THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE!!!

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b4kuch1n · 7 years

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ritsu googled “what happens when a person dies from impact” once for a story he wrote though so who the heck is he to judge

#mob psycho 100 #suzuki shou #kageyama ritsu #ritshou #comic #ritsu is absolutely ride or die fight me #also ritsus face is not on that wall bc shou draws him too much #for a study he wants new materials #shou would probably show all of his works if you ask nicely tho #hes proud of them #as he should be #artist shou is my lifeblood okay I will kill to keep that part of canon alive

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shima-draws · 6 years

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So uhh this was totally unplanned but apparently I’ll be posting a Tododeku Christmas oneshot tomorrow. It’s super fluffy. (Hastily and quickly written, but fluffy nonetheless.)

#Tododeku #BNHA #THIS WAS TOTALLY UNPLANNED OKAY IT STARTED OUT AS A ‘IMAGINE THIS SCENARIO’ POST BUT IT GOT TOO LONG TOO FAST #So I’m expanding it and writing a short oneshot surrounding the idea #Lol #I did not think this would happen but it’s a super cute idea so;;#Also I just came up with a BNHA OC for the fic on the spot #Dw tho he’s a minor character just an exchange student for a month or two #He’s gonna help Uraraka get Shou and Deku together :3c #Well more like she’s making him help her lol #With his quirk I mean #It’ll be fun. :’D #I’ll try to get Dad Might in there too #You can’t have a good BNHA fic without Dad Might amirite #SO YEAH IT’LL BE UP TOMORROW SINCE THAT’S CHRISTMAS FOR ME #Surprise!! Merry Holidays kiddies #Shima speaks #This is so sudden and spontaneous I’m kinda proud of myself lol #I usually cannot write fics this fast but I was so inspired #Shut it Shima

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limetameta · 2 years

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kimblee as a father

ok but realistically speaking kimblee would be such a bad dad. not a horrible father. not like i'm going to abuse the shit out of my children or conduct alchemist horror experiments on them like shou tucker kind of horrible father.

he'd just be a bad dad. if what you're interested doesn't align with what he's interested in you're not getting a single conversation with him. maybe on your birthday if he's feeling generous.

he'll provide all three meals of the day, some fruit, housing, and trips to the opera but that's about it. emotional support??? have you met this man? he can't emotionally support himself.

his expectations would be just generally always too high. and he'd go like when i was your age i was already top of the academy. when i was your age i was neck deep into alchemy and was already drawing on arrays onto my own skin. and you're out here tattooing some book quotes on yourselves like morons.

and, of course, he'd have to talk about his glory days in ishval at least once a week. it was usually closer to once a day, but dinners were never not-interesting with kimblee as your father.

his kids would be such people pleasers because they're constantly trying to impress him.

the only time they ever see this man proud of them is when they're playing their instruments. so they latch onto that.

like he'd fuck these kids up in many different ways and he wouldn't even have to raise his voice or hit them to do so is what i'm saying.

what's your fondest memory of your father?

kid 1: whenever he'd go on a work trip to a different city

kid 2: whenever he'd leave us with ingredients and told us to cook our own food while he was gone. we didn't know how to cook btw.

just a lot of neglect from kimblee as a dad i feel.

i imagine he didn't want to be a father it's just that he knocked someone up and that someone had the right idea and left him with the kids. twins. just to make it more interesting.

the daughter would try and match kimblee's unhinged energy how all daughters do of fucked up fathers. the son would just be like I know you expect me to join the military and make a man out of myself

kimblee: the military would eat you alive. go become some baker just move out and never talk to me again.

but the daughter would probably be his most hated foe. this is hyperbole. though people would see more of kimblee in her than they'd see kimblee in his son.

and kimblee would kind of become so fed up with her because of this. because he doesn't want to be associated with either of his children. they're needy little creatures who haven't amounted to anything. he's the hero of ishval.

timeline wise i know this whole scenario is incredibly difficult almost impossible to plan out even if we use the kimblee never went to prison idea but we're just going to focus on what kind of parents kimblee would be if he were one, nothing else here matters.

she wants to do alchemy. he teaches it to her. she sucks ass at it. so does her brother. kimblee's like ??? and you're related to me????

then the daughter wants to go be a soldier. kimblee never stops any of them from doing their own thing. but as long as they can do it without his help or without his involvement. the moment they need anything from him he's quick to deny it, citing that if they can't make it on their own they probably won't succeed at that anyway.

she doesn't become a soldier. she has a veryy long conversation with riza hawkeye about this and women in the military and realises she wants to be a soldier more to appease her father than because that's what she wants to be.

his son's just like YOU'RE A TERRIBLE FATHER AND YOU SHOULD DIE

and then kimblee's just like: i just need to sarcastically clap once and you're done. what threat is this? did you even try?

tho, kimblee would be one of those parents, too, that when it's necessary of him to step in he will. because people will talk. and the hero of ishval has a reputation to uphold and it sure as fuck isn't being a neglectful parent. so his kids love going to functions with him or public outings because kimblee acts like a completely different person then. they know it's pretend. but they want to enjoy it while they can.

when his kids finally find some footing of their own and distance from him, kimblee becomes a slightly more bearable parent. on the days they do see each other, very infrequently, he jokes with them and talks jovially about music and their shared interests. and they can tell he isn't pretending. but if any of them went back to living with him he'd probably gut them in their sleep and dispose of their bodies because enough is enough, he's barely survived not killing them as children.

some people aren't meant to be parents and kimblee is definitely one of them. his kids can vouch for that.

#kimblee #fmab #fma #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

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kuroos-world · 3 years

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The Art of Music

Aizawa x UA Teacher// Bakugou crushing on his teacher

Summary: Bakugou has a massive crush on his teacher, who’s secretly dating Aizawa. His crush only grows when she starts to teach him about life through music.

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Chapter 1

Playlist: “singing is cool katsuki”

It wasn’t much of a surprise Aizawa and Bakugou had the same taste in women, what was surprising was that they both had a thing for the same woman. She’s a teacher at UA, secretly dating Aizawa, and is Bakugou’s favorite teacher. Everything about her made Bakugou’s heart pound, how easy it was for her to captivate the classroom without ever having to demand attention. How her commanding presence was always confident and proud no matter who was in the room. The way she was intimidating despite being 5’1, she was always so aggressive while being so soft and he had no idea that was even possible. How he’d rarely ever seen her without a redbull in hand. The way her style is always professional but still all her own, the way she had so many intricate tattoos. he loved the way music was always playing when she was around. And when she fought he couldn’t help the way a smile would overtake his face and his heart felt proud. Everything about her was just so cool, he felt like she really understood him. She was always able to level with him without treating him like a child, and could calm him without further irritating him.

So when it was announced that she would be in charge of the music club Bakugou, who never wanted to join a club, jumped at the chance to sign up. Aizawa, who could tell the boy had a crush on her, wasn’t surprised but definitely amused and later that night he would tease her about it. “Wow how very ‘stacy's mom’ of you” “oh stop he’s just a kid, I doubt he’s ever even had a crush before”

The first day of the club Bakugou shows up early, “oh Bakugou! I wasn’t expecting anyone just yet” she smiles brightly at him and his heart rate accelerates.

“Call me Katsuki, and I actually came because I wanted to talk to you” “okay katsuki what'd you want to talk about?” “I um just wanted some advice, I sometimes don’t really know how to express myself without getting aggressive, and you’re an aggressive person but you know how to express yourself and I want to know how you do it.” “This is perfect actually! I was just thinking about you last night, and I think you should play the drums. I even made you a playlist full of songs I think you’d like that have really good drums. People like us who are so aggressive need an outlet to be as aggressive as we want that way it’s easier to control and even easier to put the rest of your emotions in order.” Bakugou’s face was a bright red, and he couldn’t maintain eye contact,

“W-what do you do to get out your aggression?” She purses her lips and squints her eyes, thinking, “hmmm well over the years I’ve picked up lots of ways to help, I think my favorite one is singing. Just getting lost in the music and releasing all my pent up tension” “tch. Singing? I thought it would be like boxing or something cool” “singing is cool Katsuki, there’s all different types of songs, each of them able to explain an emotion that would be hard to do without the instruments behind the lyrics.” Bakugou was hanging off every word she said, “Here take the playlist I made you and listen. Then choose 3 songs and tell me what you felt as you listened. After that I’ll take the same three songs and write what I felt and we can compare, okay?” “okay deal,”

She gave him the playlist and slowly the rest of the club members entered the room. She starts with introductions, and explains that not only will they be playing and practicing music, they’d be learning about music styles, genres, and of course the instruments.

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Later that day, after classes and clubs had ended she slugs slowly to her room.. The Red Bull’s she drank each day no longer having any effect on her tired body, “Shou? Shouta?” She calls into the dark room, “ ‘m over here” she makes her way to the muffled voice and slumps her body onto his. “You look extra tired today kitty” she mumbles into his hair, “Midoriya and Bakugou were fighting more than usual today,” she lets out a small laugh “they always keep your hands full huh?” Aizawa turns over facing you now, “you used to be more of a handful than both of them combined,” “Ha Ha” she gives him a pointed look, “But if you could deal with me why can’t you deal with them?” “I can just too tired to deal, besides you took all my energy back then” she pouts, bottom lip plumping out and her eyes open two times wider and she gives him an innocent look. “Wasn’t it worth it tho?” Shouta gives her a ghost smile, “of course it was” she leans in and kisses him sweetly,

“Good! And I’m trying to help Katsuki manage his aggression more. I even gave him a playlist that will hopefully convince him to start the drums,” “Katsuki?” “Oh! Yeah he told me to call him that,” Shouta rolls his eyes, “kitten what kind of playlist did you make him? A calming one?” “Uhh.. yes a calming playlist” “don’t lie to me” “fine! I made a new playlist last night of my favorite songs when I was his age and I gave it to him” she whispers “oh god, please tell me you’re kidding” he groans “Zawa!! Those songs really helped me when I was overly aggressive,” “no love they didn’t, you’re still overly aggressive and those songs make you even more aggressive especially when you start singing them,” “but after I play them how am I?” He stops to think, “oh I see, okay well try it for a two weeks but if it doesn’t work I want you to give him a calm playlist” “and what makes you think he’d willingly listen to a ‘calming playlist’?” “you, it’s so obvious he has a crush on you, he’d probably do anything you ask” Aizawa smiles at her “yeah? Seems like I just have that effect on certain men,” she whispers with a mischievous grin.

#bakugou fluff #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo headcanons #mha bakugou #aizawa shouta au #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #mha aizawa #aizawa imagine #mha fanfiction #mha smut #mha imagines #mha x reader

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hanniejji · 4 years

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TODOROKI WITH A BADASS S/O

→ [ todoroki shouto x y/n ]

@abigator554 : "Could u do a totoroki x punk fem reader where she really just gives no fucks and calls out endeavor when he basically forces them to have dinner with him to judge if she is good enough for shoto and shoto just is like “wow. My gf is a badass” and just falls more in love"

— it's talk shit about enji time lmao im just kidding ily pops btw i kind of turned it into a hc because i thought it'd be easier like that lmao | m.list

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warnings: enji being a jerk, curse words, but floof neways

before you and todoroki got together, you were labeled as "bakugou #2"

without the consistent screaming ofc

you weren't one of those soft cute cinnamon babies that you'll fall in love with at first sight and would want to protect

u do the proteccting oof

you have a sass as big as todoroki's heart for you lmao

he fell for u the moment you spoke to him without a filter and put him in his place

"listen to me, elsa with a dash of zuko, i don't care if you're the son of the number two hero, if you want to be a hero then you better fix that attitude of yours"

punkiness aside, you're just a sweet girl with tough love and just want to care for everyone

the moment enji found out that his son's dating was from social media

apparently someone saw the two of you on a date outside and took pictures

immediately calls shouto

"SHOUTO"

"what"

"BRING THAT GIRLFRIEND OF YOUR TO DINNER"

"no"

but shouto didn't have a choice either when fuyumi also enthusiastically asked to meet you

he just wished his dad wasn't there thought

so with no more options left, the two of you went to his home

you'd expect y/n to be nervous about meeting his family, right? wrong.

shouto's the nervous one while you're chill, a lil giddy and excited but nothing extreme

you so the comforting

"shou, it'll be fine, you already told me fuyumi and natsuo are nice"

"I wish I can say the same for my father"

luckily, it was his brother who greeted the two of you

you both hit it off too well

natsuo loves you already

then fuyumi greeted you in the kitchen, where she's preparing dinner

she fell for you i would too

the two older siblings are so glad shouto found someone amazing such as yourself

bc of that, shouto's a little relaxed

but then enji came in

natsuo was became silent, fuyumi was still trying to alleviate the tension while the flame hero stare you up and down

have i mentioned you're wearing a denim short, tank top, with a lil oversized jacket?

he was not impressed

shouto tensed up again

the whole dinner you and fuyumi are conversing with natsuo chiming in

meanwhile shouto watches his dad stare at you statistically

he sometimes ask you family and quirk things that made everyone but you a little uncomfy

"you're not good enough for my son"

he says after the dinner and shouto's about to walk you home

he's also about to flip a table at his dad but you beat him to it

"oh, well, thank you for your unwanted opinion but I'll let shouto be the judge of that"

OOPS

all of the todoroki's are shookt

like 👀👀 shookt

"excuse me?"

"my apologies, but it seems that you misunderstood things. im not here to try to impress you or to satisfy you, you're not the boyfriend here, I just wanted to get close to shouto's family but not necessarily you, I guess"

if natsuo didn't love you before, he certainly does now

shouto, altho he's kind of worried, was awed by how confident and brave you were to say that to his dad

he might of teared up a lil :')

in his head, he's so proud of you and so glad that you weren't scared of his dad and was like

"holy shit. i love you and im so glad you're mine please always be mine"

and he has this cute surprised smile at you with heart fucking eyes

enji was too flabbergasted to speak so shouto took this chance to drag you out of the house while you sing your farewell and a promise to meet again to his siblings

all the way out of his house he can't wipe that smol. cute. precious. smile.

ur a lil worried bc he's being quiet ain't he always tho

a few blocks away and he abruptly stops to face you

crushes you in a hug and buries his face on your neck hnGHnHG

your the shookt one now

"shouto?"

"thank you"

he's not so sure about what he's thanking you for but maybe it's how you weren't letting his father's words into your head

you weren't scared of enji and that made him fall more and he doesn't have to worry about that anymore

maybe it's because you cared for him more than his father's approval

whatever that is, he's thankful and he's never letting you go

even if your punk side gets overbearing, don't worry, he gotchu ;)

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impassiveesper · 4 years

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[ I haven’t talked about the Medicos Autumn Festival merch silhouettes even tho it is the spooky month and the season to do so, so while I’m here rbing trash about those Halloween outfits, please enjoy the full take. ]

Mob. My babie boy. You did it. Puffy pants were a great choice Mobert, very cute. Great fit, cute little ruffles, I can tell you thought really hard about this. Suspenders? Great. Somebody absolutely helped him put that together. There is no way he dressed himself. It is possible Teru dressed him.

Reigen looks no more or less about to falsify his taxes than usual. True to character even in costume. He bought the whole thing as a set. He picked it up on a whim and everybody else based their costume on his.

Proud of Serizawa for having the courage to wear a costume. He didn’t know he was going to be wearing a costume, Reigen just sort of handed it to him. He’s comfortable conforming with the group. His horns are cute, I bet he insisted upon them. Those other horns might catch on something or hurt somebody, can’t have that.

Teru isn’t aware, but this is possibly the most fashionable combination of items he has ever managed to put together. Like wow he’s color coordinated for once. Teru would not be satisfied with a premade costume, so he hunted for the perfect pieces to make up this ensemble for weeks. The only reason he isn’t an absolute fashion disaster as usual is because he had his heart set on matching with Mob so he stuck to the chosen color palette religiously. He’s going to wear those pants regularly. He did not buy a single piece that was not gay enough to worm its way into the rest of his everyday wardrobe.

Ritsu doesn’t want to be here. Ritsu deadass looks like the adults are making him go. Ritsu ‘Are You Insane Like Me, Been In Pain Like Me’ Kageyama is only going to this event because onii-san really wants him to and this boy has one (1) critical weakness. This fit is trash. He had the shirt and jacket already in his closet. The pants and shoes are borrowed, but only because Shigeo cornered him and dejectedly asked if he really was going to wear his gym shoes instead of matching colors with him. Ritsu will under no circumstances appear to be having fun. Not even during moments when he is having a lot of fun. No, it does not count if he smiles politely for Shigeo, and if you see him do that no you didn’t. He will consider lethal action if you succumb to Shou’s attempts to bribe you for a photo. Every one of these measures is both a threat and a promise.

Dimple’s having a great time and I’m happy for him.

Every one of them looks like absolute shit in some capacity or another but shockingly few of them are not cohesive considering the range of pieces involved here. Fricken bats. I love Halloween.

#[ooc]#nobody asked but #[Mob Psycho 100 Commentary]

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forgetobias · 4 years

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I had to make all this tags by @thylalock from her recent reblogs as one post because I dare to say that this is VERY TRUE and I'm gonna confirm this:

#teachers looking at us chilling for some fresh air on the balcony: 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE'

→ we'd go to elementary's balcony, chilling for some fresh air, and the elementary teachers would come to us asking: "oh no, wHAT ARE yOU dOING hERE?"

#teachers spotting us going to the toilet from across the hallway: 'WHAT ARE YOU UP TO'

→ because we always run to hide in the toilet whenever we skipped classes / planning some pranks

#teachers noticing how i turned my head by 4° to where shou was sitting: 'WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING'

→ because YOU always turned not just your head, but your chairs and tables facing me during the classes, and the teachers always shouted "REBECCA THE TEACHER AND THE WHITEBOARD IS HERE NOT ON SHOU'S FACE"

#on the bright side im quite proud that we have the ability to make such an effect #cheers to that mate!

→ YESSS, because literally all the teachers were saying: "please for the love of God, don't pUT THeM oN sAMe cLAsS" for 5 years straight 'till our graduation, smh. as matter of fact, even our homeroom teacher in 12th grade suddenly said: "and recently I just heard about a famous duo who actually shouldn't be in same class at all ever since middle school." except our headmaster, he actually said: "im blessing your marriage" to us lmao, bless him

#normal people wouldnt go near us like literally #we are way too insane

→ most of our friends were actually like: "i can't understand you guys at all" or "are both of you out of your minds?"

but believe us, we're doing very great academically in our school despite all of our craziness lmao!

@thylalock is it just me or it almost sounds like you are sirius and i'm remus, or maybe we are even worst than them and the whole marauders? lmao! because believe it or not, the one that always have the brilliant ideas to do something stupid is always becc, not me. most of the time, im trying to stay normal and preparing to save both of us if things went wrong ashfjafksa (do i need to mention your geography test incident again? asfbahfsk)

not to mention that we have code names to describe ourselves in the book that we used to communicate during classes so that teachers won't know that it's our book (glad that no one ever found it tho, because if someone ever found that book, we're really doomed. glad we're still keeping the book).

our middle and high school's shenanigans, can't be described just by this one post. we're just too insane, really.

but i gotta be honest, not just my school life, but my own life wouldn't be this fun if i hadn't met you 9 years ago, becc! so i owe you my life, really! (because believe it or not, i was almost ended up becoming enemy with her due to our very first actual conversation on facebook because of a misunderstand lmao!!) and it's not like everyone gets to have such fun and precious friendship like what we have here. so im really grateful for our friendship!

she is literally the best of the best partner-in-crime i could ever ask.

anyway, im emotional again ashfjakk

#thylalock #see what I had to do thanks to your brilliant tags #now go away #just kidding #feel my love #idc what anyone says but you are sirius and im remus #that's it that's our friendship #even snape approves #I gotta say that we are indeed the iconic duo #just wait 'till we come back to our middle and high school next year to make fun of our teachers #and for god's sake stop your liking and unliking on same post of mine

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nie7027 · 5 years

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OMG this new episode was super good but before i start i want to give some losses: "thats my agency over there...burning nucely" by Reigen and "say...have you ever been tortured" by Teru you will be dearly missed but it was still good

So first that was very quick thinking Dimple and im glad you did it cuz that version of Mob was terrifying and unstoppable. When the fuck did he learn to fight?

At least Koyama and Sakurai arrived before something else happened even thought they suffered the consequences of a flying car

I have only seen Terus apartment once and i was still able to recognize it at the moment it appeared...Teru... I love you but it makes me sad to see how quickly you react to a threat meaning you are on constant alert ... At least it was another easy opponent but dammit APARMENT COSTS and now Teru will have to replace all of his stuff and. Where is he going to get all that money now?

Mob breaking down once he sees reigen is so sad but thankfully Reigen knew the correct thing to say. I always forget the power of comfort words, of someone telling you "Everything will be fine" but ONE doesnt and i im as relieved as Mob for that. Poor boy( and reigen), they already had a very tiring day(i cant believe all of this hapoens on the same day as the marathon) and now this but at least he has team single gay dads(reigen and dimple) to take care of him and lie whenever its necessary.

Claw defering with respect and admiration to reigen and calling him sensei is hilarious and worrisome but its nice to see them in casual/formal clothes, im so proud of them.

Teru, honey, the easinness with which you go from 0 to brutal violence and torture without regrets is...something else but then again that torture never fails according to the guy that suffered it too.

Touchiro i hate you because your voice is very hot and this is the last time i will be horny for you on main and Shou and the internet forums were right, that was embarrasing.

Shou...what the fuck? Your dad just declared war on the world and your only worry is him embarrasing you? At least you have a bestie now. Ritsu and Shous dynamic is so good from the very start, those brutal jabs at each other("thats was an excessive improvisation" says the angsty teen, "it seems you had a tough life" says the boy with the abusive father) and they way they fit is great. Ritsu you know if a boy is bestie material when he worries for your parents and makes sure thay have alternative food in case they were allergic. I would do anything to see the scene of Shou quickly explaining his plan to Ritsu, convincing him and then playing it for the kageyama parents. And then of Ritsu knowing what Shou actually did after taking him.

I knew there were gonna be gov agents but i didnt expect them so soon. Touchiros plans does look half assed but after seeing the super 5 in action its understandable. Seri, i barely know you but you were a cutie while scolding joseph and your line of "finally returning to society" worries me so much.

Shimazaki...you are too hot too and sadly this wont be the last time im horny for you on main (the closed eyes makes him look very cute and it reminds me of Ranpo)

Tery, sweetheart...your ego is showing but i love you babe and you are so talented! learning all the movements you have seen (even one that you have seen barely some hours ago) and creating new ones is incredible (tho you should stoo screaming them) and you are so intelligent too but seeing shimazaki kick your ass is jarring bacause only mob has been able to defeat you (even against sakurai you were on equal terms)

I know i missed a lot and there were other things i wanted to talk more but im tired and this is for now

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Fic: Aubade - Chapter Nine

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 Rating: M Relationship(s): Kageyama Ritsu/Suzuki Shou Word Count: 3151

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Ritsu’s lit. analysis class is at eight in the morning because he hates himself, and Shou is still awake at six in the morning because he is, presumably, a masochist, so it’s a happy happenstance that they manage to have breakfast together on the first day of classes.

He’s slumped on the sofa with his terrible, awful, bland granola flake cereal, making an unpleasant face and thinking unpleasant thoughts, because it’s really best to get his morning sulk in before he leaves the house. Better for appearances, anyways; it’s going to be a long day – long semester – of smiling, introducing, chattering, ingratiating, appeasing, socializing.

Shou wanders into the living room with a bowl of some colorful cereal Ritsu hasn’t had since he was six, and says, “Someone piss in your bran flakes?”

“Your face pissed in my bran flakes,” He mumbles, because it is six in the morning, and Ritsu is not legally awake yet.

“There’s nothing you can prove!” Shou replies cheerfully, plopping down next to him. Ritsu’s cereal sloshes around sadly in its bowl. Ritsu hates it, deeply. Why does he buy healthy cereal? Why does he do this to himself? Was it to spite Shou’s bad nutritional choices? To make some psychological ideal of his mother proud? Was it a manifestation of his profound and extended period of self-loathing? All of the above?

“Ah, it won’t be that bad,” Shou offers, with a commiserating smile that is entirely false and betrayed by the sadistic glee in his eyes.

Ritsu grouses, “I have to pretend to be people. All day.” The cashmere sweater is making a reprise today, pushed up to the elbows, paired with khaki slacks – for fuck’s sake, khaki slacks. Next to Shou, decked out resplendently in ratty boxers and a faded anime t-shirt, Ritsu feels like a show pony. A sweaty, grumpy show pony.

He manages, though. He always manages. Shou sends him off at the door with a surprisingly genuine, “Good luck, don’t kill anybody,” and then the week’s started, and it all blurs together. Sit down center-left in lectures, phone away, planner out. Polite eye contact with professors, nodding and smiling, quiet laughter at bad jokes. Ask a relevant question about the syllabus, then shut up. Agreeable but not obnoxious. Complimentary but not kiss-ass. Figure out who’s going to be a battle and who’s going to turn into a letter of recommendation.

It’s normal.

It’s exhausting.

“What classes do you have tomorrow?” Shou asks, snapping Ritsu out of a daze. He looks up from the book in his lap, notices he’s left his fork dangling halfway between the bowl and his mouth, and shoves a bite into his mouth. Carbonara tonight, apparently not traditional to the true Italian dish since it’s got garlic, and bacon instead of pancetta or guanciale, but it’s fucking delicious, so Ritsu’s not complaining.

“Uh...” he has to think for a moment, try and remember what day it is. “Lit. analysis in the morning, psych in the afternoon.”

Shou frowns, pouting comically. He’s sat cross-legged on the floor, bowl in his lap, close enough to the new TV that Ritsu wants to channel his mother and warn him about his eyes. “Aw, you never come back for lunch when you’ve got stuff in the afternoon.”

Ritsu shrugs. “It’s just easier to stay on campus than catch a bus there and back again. Besides, I’m usually busy between classes.” God, is he busy. Meetings with advisors, meetings with study groups, meetings for group projects, tutors and guest lectures and events, it’s a fucking nightmare. He scrubs a hand over his face, sighing. He’s only a few weeks in, it shouldn’t be this bad already.

“Lit. analysis, huh?” Shou says, cutting through Ritsu’s train of thought immediately, because Shou’s got this way of saying things just so, so that Ritsu knows some shit’s about to go down. He finds himself smiling before Shou’s even said anything particularly ridiculous yet.

“Yep,” he replies, hefting the book, “Hence, the Poems of Doom.” The reading schedule for the lit. analysis class had very rapidly become completely unmanageable, hence why Ritsu is going cross-eyed trying to read thirty poems the night before class.

Shou shoves his bowl to the side and leans towards the sofa, making grabby hands at Ritsu. “Please. It’s my favorite thing, you have to let me–”

“No!” Ritsu laughs, holding the book out of reach, “I have to take it seriously, I’ve got to talk about this shit in class, you can’t ruin it for me–”

“Just one poem, please, Ritsu–”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Suzuki!” Ritsu gasps as the book goes flying out of his hands and shooting straight into Shou’s. Shou is on his feet in one bizarre, fluid motion, book held open in one hand, scrutinizing the poems held within. Ritsu watches, bemused, as he paces the floor of the living room, the book held aloft, arm outstretched, chin up, every bit a Hamlet preparing to lament Yorick.

“A- hem,” Shou coughs, pausing mid-stage, glancing up at Ritsu expectantly.

Obediently, Ritsu straightens in his seat, puts on a veneer of mild interest, raises an eyebrow to say, at your leave, Hamlet.

With a great deal of solemnity and gravitas, Shou begins.

“Piggy to Joey, Piggy to Joe. Yes that’s what I was – Piggy to Joe.”

Ritsu’s already snickering at the delivery, the overlong pauses between lines, the great lamentation in Shou’s eyes, his voice, the slight, not-quite-European accent on every piggy, but then begin the stage actions, Shou throwing his arms up, wretched as he continues,

"Will he come back again? Oh no! No! No! Oh how I wish I hadn’t been… Piggy to Joe.”

He bows with a flourish, and Ritsu golf-claps accordingly, breath coming in short gasps between laughter. He is completely fucked if this poem comes up in class tomorrow. He kind of hopes it comes up in class tomorrow.

He wanders into the kitchen zombielike, putting on the coffee machine and wandering over to the fridge, fully prepared to stare blankly into it for a couple of minutes before realizing nothing’s ever appetizing to him this early in the morning and giving up, resigning himself to chugging coffee on an empty stomach and getting pizza at the dining hall later.

He pulls open the doors and comes face to face with a tupperware sitting front and center, a post-it stuck to it reading in Shou’s impossible scrawl, ‘TAKE LUNCH TODAY’. Ritsu blinks at it for a few moments. It’s the carbonara from last night, definitely. Shou probably didn’t leave the note for himself, because one, he’s just recently gone to bed and as such won’t be up to go anywhere for lunch, and two, because the rest of the leftovers are in a big, clingfilmed glass bowl on the top shelf of the fridge. So that must logically mean that the tupperware is intended for him, which is…

The coffee machine beeps. Ritsu’s not awake enough to deal with the logistics. He grabs the tupperware and shoves it in his bag.

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Hey, thanks for the sack lunch today

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) thumbs up emoji

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Wh Why would you not just send me the thumbs up emoji. Why would you type it out like that

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) couldnt be bothered to switch keyboards

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) You are inexplicable. I hate you. Anyways thanks for lunch. I heated it up in a study room microwave and stank up the place with garlic, everyone hated me

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) worth it tho

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Oh, absolutely

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) sparkly heart emoji

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Stop

It’s normal, and it’s not.

He settles into a schedule, a routine, quickly, and it’s a little disorienting how mundane it all feels. But then again, that’s what life is; it’s just stretches of mundanity broken up periodically by monumentally life-altering events.

He’d read a list once, of the most stressful events human beings can experience. Deaths, natural disasters, divorces, injuries, illnesses. Other stuff too, marriages, pregnancies, changes in routine.

Ritsu’s problems tend to be so extreme, shit like, oh, my new best friend burned down my house and his dad’s trying to kill us all, shit like, every time my big brother has strong emotions it’s a geological event, that it feels like his perception of what’s normal and what isn’t has been warped.

Starting school was on that list. Moving houses, too.

The move was fine, though, is fine. Finding the apartment was the worst of it. After that, it was just learning how to be in a space with another person, and he already knows how to be with Shou, knows the particulars and intricacies of how he operates, and Shou knows him just as well, well enough that they don’t set off each other’s pet peeves, for the most part.

As Shou’s proclivity for cooking had shown, however, that didn’t mean there weren’t surprises.

Case in point:

Here’s something Ritsu would never have known about Shou without living with him: he owns a t-shirt for every day of the year, and about four pairs of underwear.

“Ritsu-kun,” he says, comically demure in the way that says that Ritsu’s going to hate whatever comes out of his mouth next. Ritsu glances up from the sofa, sees that Shou’s wearing nothing but a towel, and decides just to silently raise his eyebrows.

“Now, see, here’s the thing,” Shou says. “I have not done laundry this week.” “I’m shocked.” “I may – hey – I may be running short on, uh. On undies.”

“Shou.”

Shou throws his hands up defensively. “I thought I had enough, but my last pair had a big hole in them! Look, I don’t wanna go commando, it’s uncomfortable! Whatever, I’ll just reuse yesterday’s–”

Ritsu’s up in an instant, shaking his head. “No, no, nope, gross, fucking fine, I’ll lend you a pair.”

He goes digging in his drawers, throws a pair of old briefs at Shou’s head, who promptly gives a peace sign and disappears back into the bathroom.

“Jesus fuck.”

Other things, tiny things.

Ritsu tries putting on classical music to concentrate, and Shou wanders around the house conducting it, flourishing a pencil, spinning and waltzing and directing an imaginary orchestra, inevitably distracting Ritsu more than whatever he put on the music to drown out.

After far too long sitting in the Corner of Shame in the living room, they finally decide that Ritsu’s books cannot sit on top of a box containing an unassembled bookshelf all year, and attempt to build it. They get the shelves down alright, and then manage to attach the legs to the side of the shelf instead of the bottom. Shou declares it modern art and walks away to make dinner. Ritsu’s too tired to argue; he just puts his books on their sad, sad shelf and calls it a day.

Shou sheds, which as someone who has had sleepovers with the guy, was not news to Ritsu, but it becomes apparent and stunning just how thoroughly Shou’s hair has invaded every aspect of their lives. It’s in the shower, in the sink, on the sofa cushions. As Ritsu’s about to leave for class, he notices a red hair on his sweater, and holds it up for Shou’s inspection. Shou snatches it out of his fingers, says, “Wow, rude, I was looking for that.” Ritsu sighs, gives up, and decides to buy a lint roller.

The apartment is small, the kitchen especially is not built for two people to be in it at once, and Shou, in chef-mode, has this brisk nature about him, always gives these brief ‘passing behind you’ touches to Ritsu’s back if he’s moving around him. Ritsu, if he’s willing to admit it to himself, is becoming weirdly attuned to the touches. It feels like his skin knows before it happens, starts to prickle and stand to attention, and they always linger after Shou’s moved away, his aura clinging, vibrant and fluid against him.

It’s these times that he notices, really notices Shou’s aura, but it doesn’t feel foreign so much as more intense, but always familiar, always there, sunlight twisting around his fingertips. He can see it when he squints.

Your aura always looked a little like your brother’s, Shou had told him, once. Like, similar because you’re brothers, yeah, but I figure both of you living in the same place for so long, you just rubbed off on each other, it got all mixed.

It does feel different, now. Ritsu’s and Shou’s both. It hovers around Shou’s shoulders like a blanket of static, purple and a hundred other colors, runs through his hair and dances between his legs when he walks. He wonders if Shou feels it too.

They hit autumn proper, and Ritsu gets a few days off. Without having to worry about getting enough sleep, he ends up staying awake with Shou, gets dragged off into the city in the dead of night to satisfy Shou’s wandering tendencies. After the summer of the Sauna Apartment, it’s nice to be able to bundle up, even if Ritsu’s not the biggest fan of the chill pricking at his cheeks, making his nose start to run. Shou, as ever, seems mildly ignorant of the temperature, throwing on a thin jacket seemingly for aesthetics more than anything.

When they’d gone for walks in Seasoning, even in the middle of the day, it was never a busy affair. Honestly, Seasoning might’ve had more spirits in it than it had people.

Grain City was a much different affair. They lived close enough to GCU that they were well within the bounds of ‘college town,’ so all of the main streets had a sleek aesthetic, the buildings new and flashy. Urban vegan marketplaces, cute little coffee shops, clothing boutiques, the sorts of places him, Shou, and Mob get dragged to by Teru for ‘double dates’. They’re nice, but not the kinds of places Ritsu would go of his own volition, not when he could be elsewhere, in private, without the stress of performing being alone in public. And it is public, even at this time of night; the street is well-lit, most of the storefronts still open, ready to entertain the night owl crowd.

Shou, after a brief ogle at the bright lights, promptly ignores all of this and starts wandering down back alleys, turning at random into residential areas, climbing over low walls and crossing through deserted parks. For the first few blocks, it unnerves Ritsu, trying to keep track of what direction they came from, roughly where their apartment building is. Back in Seasoning, they didn’t often venture into the city-proper, but on the outskirts, they knew the territory like the backs of their hands. Here, it’s uncharted land, and they’re well outside of Ritsu’s comfortable knowledge of the route from the apartment to the bus stop.

Shou is infectious, though, and Ritsu’s nerves never last long in the face of him, utterly carefree as he trots from streetlight to streetlight. He stops paying attention to the direction, gets caught up in the conversation, stories they’re still managing to tell each other because they talk every day but even stupid shit starts to sound like something he wants to share, his “Oh, did I tell you about the time in this one class–” matched by Shou’s, “So I never told you about this one dude I met in–” , part of the running competition they’ve had since they were thirteen to make each other laugh like absolute idiots.

They’re on some dead-end street, surrounded by mostly warehouses and run-down storage buildings, Ritsu leaning against a street light pole to catch his breath through the laughter, Shou snickering at him, and it strikes Ritsu suddenly. It’s the coalescence of everything – his cheeks aching from the smiling, Shou hovering at his side, close enough to touch, the fact that he’s always close now, just another room over, in the kitchen cooking, in the shower singing–

“God, I missed you,” Ritsu says, with more feeling than he intended, voice rough in a way he didn’t expect, but he means it.

Shou falls silent, swaying on his feet, his expression slowly morphing into a sort of dumbfounded awe, and Ritsu’s so caught up watching his face that it takes a moment for him to realize that he’s not cold anymore.

He barely even has to concentrate to see the way Shou’s aura is moving around them, dripping from his skin like liquid sunlight, enveloping Ritsu in warmth, in the welcome pressure of Shou’s pure joy.

He’s at Ritsu’s eye-level all of a sudden, and when Ritsu glances down, sure enough, Shou’s hovering, toes barely grazing the ground, and Ritsu takes a sharp breath when he realizes this is something else they’ve not had since Shou left, one more thing he took for granted until it was gone. His stomach is already turning in protest, but he holds out his hands to Shou, palms up.

“Alright,” he says, “Take me up.”

Shou blinks at him, says, “You sure?” but he’s already moving to grab Ritsu, hands on top of his, wrapped loosely around his wrists. Ritsu tenses when he feels himself start to float, buoyed by Shou’s powers around him. He wobbles unsteadily, tightening his grip on Shou to keep himself from lurching forward, glaring when Shou snickers at him.

“Let’s go, asshole.”

Shou doesn’t respond, but Ritsu feels a rush of pressure at the soles of his feet, and then they’re up, ears popping with the rush, colder up here he can tell but can’t feel it, can only feel the warmth bleeding into him from Shou’s hands on his skin. They’ve started laughing again at some point, the sound of it hysterical to Ritsu’s ears, and they’re clinging onto each other for dear life as they shoot up, closer and closer, foreheads pressed together, hands grasping, and Ritsu missed this, this thing he only ever has with Shou, the ridiculous adrenaline rush and the lightheaded glee, forgetting about everything else, just having this.

They stop dead and he rocks back, looking at the city sprawled below them. It’s all lights and sounds in miniature, even the skyscrapers dwarfed by the height, and it seems comical from up here, fictional, unreal. Like it doesn’t exist, like none of it exists, while they’re up here.

Shou lifts a hand to his forehead, squinting as he scouts the terrain. “Oh, hey!” he says, grinning, “I can see our street! That’s good, because I had no clue how we were getting back.”

Ritsu snorts, deigning not to mention that they both have phones with GPS. Just slides his fingers into Shou’s, squeezes once. “Alright, lead the way, Sunshine. Let’s head home.”

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