#danger first au

[five-rivers]

Danger First Chapter 11

@pocketramblr It has been a very long time since the last instalment, but... Here we go!

(AO3)

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As soon as Yagi and Midoriya were gone, Shouta picked up his phone and called Nezu. It took him an embarrassingly long time to hit the buttons right. Maybe he should take those painkillers more often.

"I don't get paid enough for this," he said, as soon as Nezu picked up.

Nezu tittered. "The paperwork for your raise is already underway."

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The reprieve Mr. Aizawa had bought them only lasted so long. No one gathered by their door the next day, but they could all feel eyes on them when they sat down for a subdued lunch.

Izuku could especially feel eyes on himself, because all of his classmates were also looking at him.

"W-What are you all looking at me for?” he asked, ending his sentence with a nervous giggle.

“Well,” said Ashido, “you seem to notice when things are going to happen, so…”

That wasn’t untrue.

“Yeah!” said Kaminari, excitedly, standing up and slamming his hand down on the table.  “You’re like a canary in a coal mine!  Class 1-A’s early warning system!”

The class took a moment to stare at Kaminari instead.

“Didn’t those, like, die?” asked Hagakure.  “From inhaling poisonous gasses or something?”

“Oh.  Uh.  Yeah.  Sorry, Midoriya.”

“It-It’s okay!” said Izuku, waving his hands.  He felt another blush creeping over his cheeks.  “I mean, I’m not sure how accurate, or- or sensitive I am, though, so there’s, you know, I don’t know how much I’m actually noticing, I could be missing a lot, especially if--”  He cut himself off.  His heart felt like it had stopped.

“HEY, DEKU!”

Oh, so it was only the usual threat to his life.  Izuku looked over his shoulder to where, yep, there was Kacchan, pointing at him from the other side of the cafeteria.  He turned back around and buried his face in his hands.  

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“The usual threat to his life, he says,” muttered En.  

“He did not say it out loud, he only thought it.”

“Thanks, Hikage.”

“What’s wrong with that boy?” asked Yoichi, frowning deeply.

“Anxiety.”

“It’s Super Anxiety.”

“Thanks, Hikage, but I wasn’t talking about Izuku.”

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“ARE YOU IGNORING ME, CANON FODDER?”

He sure was going to die today, huh.  

“Who is he shouting at?” asked Uraraka around the spoon in her mouth.  

“I am unsure!” said Iida.  “It would appear he has mistaken us for someone he knows!”

Ashido made a face.  “Someone he knows that he’s calling ‘Deku?’  That doesn’t sound very nice.”

“Ha!  This is why 1-A is the superior class!  We would never have someone who behaved so uncouthly as to--”

Kirishima stood up.  “HEY, MAN, NO ONE HERE IS CALLED THAT!  I THINK YOU’VE GOT THE WRONG GUY?”  He looked down.  “Or do you think Deku might be a girl?”

“Sit down, you’re embarrassing us,” hissed Monoma.  

This, of course, cued Kacchan to sprint across the cafeteria, vaulting the tables in between.  He grabbed Izuku by the shoulder, dragged him out of his seat and spun him around.  “What d’you think you’re doing, Deku, goin’ off and fighting villains like you think you’re--  Wah!”

Uraraka had slapped Kacchan across the face, and, because he had let go of Izuku in response, he was now floating in the vicinity of the light fixtures.  Kacchan’s shocked expression transmuted into one of pure rage.  His glare at Izuku promised a world of hurt.

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“No, seriously, what’s his problem?  Didn’t Izuku save his life?”

“I don’t know, but I do remember some tension at the school when we were still getting oriented in here,” said Nana, propping her chin up with her fist.  “Maybe it’s related to that?”

“Maybe it’s a tsundere thing,” suggested Hikage.  

“Seems sort of extreme for that,” said En.

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“I will get a teacher!” said Iida, before a giant hand appeared in his way.

“Don’t bother,” said a new voice, belonging to the giant hand and a sporty-looking girl with a ponytail.  “Hey, Blasty, don’t forget what Mr. Vlad said about not using your quirk!”

“Does it look like I’m using my quirk, you big-handed--”

“Ah,” said Yaoyorozu, ignoring Kacchan’s rather crude response with enviable ease, “Kendo.  How are you?”

“Doing great,” said Kendo.  “Looking forward to seeing you guys pulling out all the stops to try and beat us.”

“Try?” exclaimed Monoma.  “More like succeed!  We have real experience now, after all!”

“Shut up, combover!” shouted Kacchan.  “You’re all gonna lose!  I’m aiming for the top and I don’t care about your crappy delusions!”

“Combover!” squawked Monomoa, hands coming up to cover his hair.  “You take that back!”

“Oh, you have an aggressive blond, too.”

Yaoyorozu sighed.  “I suppose we do.”

The awe Izuku felt at the situation (Bakugo, stuck floating) was sadly eclipsed by the crowd of people they’d gathered.  

“Erm,” said Kaminari, “is it just me, or are they all looking at us?”

“Of course they’re looking at you, moron!” yelled Kacchan from his place near the ceiling.  “They’re wondering how someone so idiotic could survive a villain attack!”

“I mean,” said a voice from the crowd, “that’s true.”  

A tall boy with purple hair shouldered his way to the front and tilted his head back to look at Kacchan.  

“We’re here to take a look at the competition.  But I’ve got to say, I’m disappointed if this is what kids in the hero course are like.”  He lowered his gaze to sweep across the 1-A table.  “Those of us who didn’t make it to the Hero course are stuck in General Studies and other tracks.  There’s quite a few of us, did you know that?  Depending on the results of the sports festival, they might consider transferring us into the Hero course.  I understand the reverse is also possible.  For a General Studies kid like me, this is the perfect chance to--”

“Oh!” interrupted Kaminari.  “That’s great, man!  We have an open seat.  You’ll be perfect.  You’re even purple.  You can replace the rancid purple guy we got rid of.”

“A much better purple than the last purple,” said Sero.  

“A MANLY purple,” added Kirishima.  

“A superior purple,” sparkled Aoyama

“Assuming he isn’t secretly a perv,” said Jirou.  

“He’s already had a longer clean conversation with us than the grape kid did,” Mina pointed out.

“What?” said the purple boy, wisely backing away.

“What a mad banquet of darkness,” mumbled Tokoyami.

Iida strode to the purple boy in an alarming, robotic sort of way.  “As vice-president of class 1-A, I would like to welcome you to the hero course!”  He punctuated his greeting with hand chops. 

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“That’s kind of premature,” said Nana, “isn’t it?  It sounds like he has to do well in the competition, first.”

“Ha!” said Banjo.  “I think he’ll do just fine.  He’s clearly primarily motivated by spite.”

“So, all he needs to make a win possible is friendship and anxiety,” said Yoichi, nodding gravely.  “He will surely be the greatest obstacle to Izuku’s nonetheless inevitable victory in the sports festival.  Later, he will become an invaluable ally.”

“Are you basing this off some manga you read, or…?”

“Off my observations of our lives.”

“Ah.  Continue, then.”

“Gladly!”

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“Uh, guys?” said Uraraka.  When Izuku turned to look at her, her face was slightly green.  “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep him up there…”

This was when Kacchan reached the light fixture, put his feet against it, and shoved off, rocketing straight for Izuku.  Izuku bolted.  This was, apparently, the correct decision, because Kacchan bolted right after him.  

Sadly, Izuku’s daily runs focused more on endurance than speed and agility, and Kacchan was fast.  Although maybe that was just the lack of gravity to slow him down.  Either way, Izuku didn’t make the first corner, Kacchan slamming into him and pinning him against the opposite wall.  

“Alright, you quirkless twerp,” growled Kacchan, “I don’t know who you bribed to get in here, but let’s get one thing straight, I’m better than you.”

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“Okay, you know what I said about bribery?  I take it back.  I don’t want to have the same opinion as this kid.”

“HA!” crowed Yoichi, pointing at Banjo.  “That’s right, Izuku got in on his own merits.”

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“You keep going like this, you dare keep standing in the same place I am, after I warned you to go someplace else, then at the sports festival…”  Kacchan straightened and leered down at Izuku.  “I’ll crush you.  I’ll mess you up so bad that no one will ever mistake you for a hero.  So, why don’t you run away, you crybaby freak?”

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“Holy crap,” said Banjo.  

“Seconded,” said En.

“What?” called Second, from where he and Third were still sulking.

“No one’s talking to you!” Yoichi shouted back, throwing an imaginary brick at them.  It unraveled before it got halfway to them.

“UA has really declined if they’re letting people like this in,” said Nana.  “I’m glad Toshinori is here to clean it up.”

“Look, I love Eighth, too,” started Yoichi.

“What?” called Second, again.

“Since when have we called you Two?  Go away!  As I was saying, I also love Eighth with all my heart--”

“Do we have hearts?” asked Hikage.

“It’s a metaphor.  Eighth is great for cleaning up corruption on the streets - even in the government and police force, sometimes! - but he’s… let’s say, under-equipped for the educational world.”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone who’d never seen a teacher before.”

“I’ve seen teachers before!”

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Izuku gritted his teeth even as his lips wobbled… and tears started running down his face… and some snot, too…  Okay, he was a mess.  Still, he twisted so he could grab Bakugo’s wrist and squeezed.

According to the grip strength test in the quirk assessment, his grip strength was above average.

“S-someone,” he said, “someone told me I could be a hero, and that’s w-why, that’s why I’m not going to run away just because you said so!  I’m going to be here, no matter what, Kacchan!”

Kacchan’s face darkened.  “You--”

Kacchan was pulled back.  Izuku’s friends had caught up with them.  

“Chasing someone down in the hall?  This is just the kind of rude, uncivilized behavior I’d expect from someone in class B!”

“Not to agree with Monoma,” said Hagakure, “but, yeah!  Apologize to Midoriya!”

“What are you?  An invisible gorilla?  Get off before I--”

“And that’s enough of that,” said Mr. Aizawa, coming into view, his hair floating.  Iida was behind him, chopping at the air with both hands.  “Bakugo.  Monoma.  Hagakure.  Midoriya.  Let go of each other.”

Hagakure, Monoma, and Izuku all let go of Kacchan at the same time.  Unfortunately, Kacchan was unbalanced enough that their hold on him and his grip on Izuku were the only things keeping him up.  He fell down.  He had not let go of Izuku.  Hagakure, Monoma, and the other 1-A members who had made it to the hall, rushed to support Izuku, and then… 

Well, it was a bit of a scramble.  

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“This is just painful to watch,” said Nana.  

“Funny, though,” said En.  “I hope someone steps on the blond kid again.”

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When they finally managed to straighten themselves out, Mr. Aizawa looked much like he had immediately following Izuku and Mr. Yagi’s explanation about One for All.  That is, he looked like he was seriously questioning his life choices.  

“Yaoyorozu, Kendo,” said Mr. Aizawa.  “Explain to me what happened here.”

Izuku braced himself for detention.  He’d thought he was doing so well, too!

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Izuku did not get detention.  Huh.  

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Shouta stepped into his empty classroom and picked the nearest security camera.  “Forget the raise, I want an investigation into Aldera Middle School.”  He’d meant to look into it before now, but he also hadn’t meant to get beaten to a pulp by a bunch of crazy villains, one of which may have had his dead best friend’s quirk.  

“You are allowed to have both, you realize,” said Nezu over the intercom.  

But did he deserve both, that was the question.  

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Nezu.  “If it helps, think of it as less of a raise, and more of a stipend for the therapy you will need!”

“Why would that help?”

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They filed onto the field for heroics several minutes before the class was due to start.  Izuku hoped that those minutes would be enough for him to calm down.  His heart was still going rabbit-fast.  

“Are you sure you do not need to go to Recovery Girl?” asked Iida.

“Yeah, that was pretty…”  Uraraka trailed off.  “It was scary.  I didn’t think there’d be anyone here like that.”

“You mean anyone with a steamed turd masquerading as a personality?” asked Kaminari.  “There’s hot-headed, and then there’s villainous, and I know what side of the line that guy was on.”

“K-Kacchan’s not a villain!  He- He’ll be a great hero,” said Izuku, shoulders slumping.  “Someday.”

The silence was oppressive.  And possibly judgemental.  

“So, you all agree with me, then, that we need to absolutely crush 1-B in the sports festival?” asked Monoma, flicking imaginary dust off his suit.  

“Well, sure,” said Hagakure.  “But there’s only one winner.  We’re going to be competing against each other.”

“Oh, contrary, my friend--”

“It’s au contraire,” said Aoyama.  

“Sure,” said Monoma.  “There’s only one winner for the final event.  The other two?  Not so much.  I say we use that to our advantage!  Show 1-B - and especially that cretin Bakugo - our unity and conviction!  Prove to them that we are the superior hero students!  We will reign supreme over the first two events of the sports festival.”

“That’s a freakishly hypercompetitive way to put it,” said Kaminari, “but he’s got a point.”

“Of course I do!  We just need to make a plan and victory will be ours!”

“How are we supposed to do that?” asked Sero, crossing his arms and tugging slightly at his elbows.  “The events are secret until the day of.  If we don’t know what we’re going to be doing, we don’t even know if we can cooperate.  The events are random every year!”

“We might not know what the events are exactly, but there’s- there’s a pattern,” said Izuku.  He’d never really thought about the kinds of events too deeply, but he’d watched and analyzed the UA sports festival for years and years.  “The first event is always kind of a free-for-all, with everyone from our year.  It’s supposed to eliminate most of the competition, usually only the hero course and a few others get in.  Then, the second event is usually something team based, like a relay or a game.  The final event is the only one where individuals go head-to-head, because that’s when you need a clear winner and runners-up.”

“Exactly, Midoriya, exactly!  Who’s with me?”

“I’m in,” said Kaminari.  There was a smattering of other agreements.  

Izuku wanted to say yes, but…  He glanced over at Uraraka and Iida.  He wasn’t the only one.  Uraraka caught his eye and elbowed Iida.  His armor made a hollow clanging noise and Uraraka hissed and held her elbow.  

“Uraraka, are you--?”  She jerked her head at him.  “What?”

“You’re kind of the rules guru, man,” said Kaminari.  “I think most of them are waiting to hear what you have to say.”

“Oh!  Yes!  Teamwork is an important part of heroism!  I cannot imagine that they would ban us from cooperating to attain success!”

“I agree,” said Yaoyorozu.  

“Y-yes!” said Izuku.  “Me, too!”

From there, everyone else agreed.  Except for one student.  Todoroki stood apart from the group, facing away from them.  

“Todoroki!” called Monoma.  “Will you join us?”

Todoroki looked back at them, coldly.  “I’m going to win myself, without anyone else’s power.”  He turned away again, the wind picking up a few stray leaves and blowing them across the space in between them.  

“Wow,” said Kirirshima, “manly.”

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“I don’t understand how that kid thinks.”

“I don’t think you understand how anyone thinks.”

Yoichi frowned.  “That’s just unnecessary.”  

“Isn’t he just gay?” asked En.  

“That does seem to be the easiest explanation,” agreed Hikage.

“That can’t be it,” said Yoichi, “I’m gay.”

“I thought you were bisexual,” said Nana.

“I thought he was ace,” said Banjo.  

“...I contain multitudes.”

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Izuku hung back after school for extra training with Mr. Yagi.  Working with Gran Torino had helped a lot, but Float was still difficult for him to turn on and off at will.  He could do it, but he was slow.  

He did like the grappling hook, though.  

He liked it a lot. 

(He really needed to go talk to Hatsume and thank her for the literally life-saving piece of equipment.  Especially with the sports festival coming up… he had some ideas…)

The gym they were in was designed with base three-dimensional mobility quirk training in mind.  High ceiling, lots of things to grab onto, various optional obstacles, but everything was padded.  Quirks that needed a lot of space to reach their full potential rarely got a lot of practice.  ‘Private property’ was usually a confined space.  Especially in a city.  

Even so, Izuku was feeling…  Inadequate.  

“You’re making wonderful progress, young Midoriya.  You’ve had this quirk for less than a month.  Give yourself time.”

“But I’ve seen videos of your teacher!” said Izuku, trying to propel himself towards the wall.  “She could fly.”  He managed to flip himself upside down, but did not move horizontally.  “Fast.”

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“Wasn’t that just--”

“The stockpiled power?  Haha.  Yeah,” said Nana.  “I did love how it improved my quirk.”

“Wait a second,” said En, rolling off the throne he’d constructed for himself.  “If Nine doesn’t have access to the enhanced versions of your quirks now, what’s going to happen when he does get the stockpile?  Will his head just explode from the anxiety?”

“Super anxiety.”

“Hikage, if you don’t have something productive to say,” started Banjo, half jokingly, half threateningly.  

“I believe he does have the enhanced version of my quirk,” said Hikage.  “As for Float…”  He shrugged.  

“You’d better not be implying anything about my quirk,” said Nana.  She sighed.  “It has only been about a week since he got it.  Getting to the point where I could really move with it took a long time.”

“You can do it, Izuku!” cheered Yoichi.  “I believe in you!  Blow Nana’s time out of the water!”

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“And she had her quirk for a lifetime,” said Mr. Yagi.  “Try to get upright again, and then see if you can drop and catch yourself.  Ah, I remember the first time I saw my teacher use something like that as a finishing move.  An ax kick from a couple of stories up.”  He shook his head.  “It was quite remarkable.  Ahem.  Not that you should try that without more training…  Or on your classmates at the festival…  We don’t need any maiming.”

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“That guy had it coming,” said Nana.  

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“Mhm,” said Izuku.  He turned Float off, and tried to switch it back on before he hit the ground.  He wasn’t quite able to reactivate it in time.  He sighed and picked himself up.  “At least this is good practice for falling.”

“So it is,” said Mr. Yagi.  He checked his clipboard, which contained a legal pad and a singular sheet of loose leaf covered in Gran Torino’s distinctive handwriting.  “Perhaps we should try some timed trials here on ground levels before we try that again.  Just Float on and off as quickly as possible.”

Izuku made a face.  He wanted to go faster, get better.  But he nodded easily enough and caught the timer Mr. Yagi threw at him.  

“Whenever you turn float off or on, hit the ‘lap’ button.  That should make it so all your times are recorded.”

“Okay,” he said, turning on both Float and the timer.  “Um.  Mr. Yagi?”

“Yes, my boy?”

“I was wondering, do you remember your first sports festival?”

Mr. Yagi frowned.  “You aren’t still worried about, erm…”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “Living up to my overinflated reputation, are you?”

Izuku gasped.  “Your reputation isn’t overinflated!”

“Alas, everything about All Might is puffed up and full of smoke!”

Izuku forced back a giggle.  “It really isn’t about that,” he said, once he was more in control of himself.  “It’s…  We were thinking, there’s not a rule about helping each other in the first two events, right?”

“UA wouldn’t be terribly heroic to ban something like that.  I may seem to stand alone, but without my agency, I wouldn’t be able to do much hero work at all!”

Izuku nodded and started a new lap on the timer.  He had maybe five, so far.  

“Some of my classmates and I were thinking about working together,” said Izuku.  

“That sounds wonderful.”

“It is!  It’s just…  I don’t want to disappoint them.”

Especially not after Kacchan had reminded him of what he used to be.  Quirkless, useless, cowardly Deku who ran from fights.  

He didn't want to be that person anymore.

"Hm," said Mr. Yagi.  He sat down on a bench-shaped protrusion.  "When I was a student, they only broadcast the third years' competition."

Izuku nodded.  He knew that.  He'd spent long, fruitless hours trying to find videos of All Might's time at UA.  He hadn't been in the third year sports festival at all…  probably because of his mentor dying, if Izuku thought about it.

"I didn't do very well in the first two competitions."

"Wh-what?  No way!"  He fumbled the timer.  "Oops."

"Don't worry about it, just keep going.  It's good practice.  But, no.  I didn't do well.  I adapted to the strength of One for All quickly, but I still hadn't adjusted to having it."  He waved a hand.  "And All for One…"  He clasped his hands in his lap.  "I made a mistake in the second event that almost got my team disqualified."

"What happened?"

"Didn't occur to me to use my quirk when I should have."

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Banjo laughed.  "I remember that.  The one kid couldn't believe he'd gotten a hit in.  He was so shocked."

"Yeah," said En.  "That's the only reason he could make up the points."

In the corner, Eighth's ghostly shadow pouted.  

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"How did they…  your teammates, I mean, were they…  upset?"

"They were," said Mr. Yagi, "some of them were even a little upset at me, for that matter, but, hm.  How should I put this?"

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"Toshinori," said Nana, mournfully, "you're making it worse.  How are you making it worse?"

"Someone stop that man," said Hikage, completely deadpan.  

"Someone needs to stop you."

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"All of us tried our hardest," said Mr. Yagi, finally.  "There was no resentment.  We still got along just fine, afterward."

Izuku set his feet back on the ground.  "Are you still friends with any of them?"

"Well… no.  But not because of the sports festival!"

Unsurprisingly, this conversation had failed to reassure Izuku.  

"Regardless, you've already shown your classmates what you're made of!  They won't turn away from you over a hiccup!"

Also not really what he’d been worried about, but… Now he was!  So, that was fun.  

“There’s only ever one victor, in any case, and only sixteen students ever advance to the final event…  There’s always disappointment, I’m afraid.  It would be ridiculous to blame that on you.”

“Right,” said Izuku.  “Right.” He chewed on his lips, trying not to mumble, even though Mr. Yagi was certainly used to it by now.  “What, um, what were the events your first year?”

“Well,” said Mr. Yagi, “it started off with a race…”

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Izuku curled up in the rolling chair at his desk, a bag of ice balanced on one knee and a hand gripper in his off hand.  His dominant hand was occupied with scrolling through his old digital notes on past sports festivals.  

Some of them were sort of… embarrassingly bad.  Maybe he shouldn’t judge a ten-year-old (even if the ten-year-old was himself) so harshly, but still!  

Well, regardless, past him had gotten the event information down for the more recent sports festivals.  It was too bad he couldn’t rewatch some of these, but that would take too long.  The sports festival was coming up fast.  He barely had time to look up older festivals, from before he started analyzing them.  

Luckily, he had help.  

His computer chirped, and his eyes flicked to the chat window.  

Earlier, more of the class had been on, but they’d slowly logged off as it got later or research got out of their comfort zone.  Kaminari was the one who got the chat and the shared file set up through their UA accounts.  Ashido and Hagakure had spent a lot of time going through UA’s social media announcements about the festival.  

But now it was just Izuku, Monoma, Uraraka, Iida, and Yaoyorozu.  

Izuku and Monoma were collating information about what events UA had done before and trying to find patterns in that.  Uraraka was watching through the last few events and marking down the different examples of cooperation between students.  Iida was going over all the rules and rulings made for past festivals, to make sure what they planned to do was allowed.  Yaoyorozu had started with helping Izuku and Monoma, but had branched out to follow other leads, like event popularity.  

Izuku thought it was a good division of labor.

Uraraka: Ive got the last festival done sending now

Uraraka: no idea the 2 years were so funny got to watch more

Monoma: You found the part with Togata Mirio I see

Monoma: His quirk is interesting but.  No.

Uraraka: That too!

Midoriya: OK so.

Midoriya: From what I can see, the first event cuts the numbers down to around forty or fifty students.

Uraraka: 42’s low and 50’s high

Midoriya: Might be a good idea to use that and get some allies from support or gen.

Like Hatsume.  The Support Course and Gen Ed Course could bring support gear into the events, according to Iida’s summary of the rules, as long as it was approved by the school beforehand.  Depending on what the events were, support gear could help a lot.  

Also, it seemed like something Hatsume would like, considering what she’d said about her ‘babies.’

Uraraka: Thats allowed?

Iida: Yes, it seems so.  

Izuku switched tabs and scanned through the spreadsheet for the first event.  Obstacle course, maze, scavenger hunt, rising waters, platformer, find the flag, dodgeball, rescue race, teacher tag, villain hunt, flag tag, the gauntlet…

Midoriya: Monoma, what’s the gauntlet?

Monoma: Basically dodgeball, but you’re between two fields of throwers

Monoma: It was audience participation

Monoma: Kinda old

Midoriya: Don’t think we need to worry about that one then.

Iida: That’s quite a few events.  Could we perhaps group them in some way?

Midoriya: Maybe? There’s races, finding things, musical chairs type things, battle royales between students, and going against teachers.  

Uraraka: I dnt know

Uraraka: the maze ones and the obstacle course are kinda similar in terms of being a race to finish but theyre also pretty different in what you need to be good at to win

That was a good point.  

Yaoyorozu: I think we can eliminate some events, based on what happened at the USJ.  UA has greatly emphasized increased security since the media break-in and the USJ incident.  I believe that limits the types of events they will consider for this year to ones where they can have clean lines of sight and quick access to competitors.

Uraraka: so no maze

Yaoyorozu: Probably not.

Midoriya: I think we can throw out anything that’s audience participation too.  

Midoriya: Also the finding hidden stuff ones and the rescue-based ones.

Iida: Why those?

Izuku cringed and started typing.  Yaoyorozu probably already realized this, from what she had written before, but she hadn’t mentioned it earlier.  Although maybe she just hadn’t gotten to saying it yet.

Midoriya: Well…  Hate to say it but we never really made up the USJ rescue training.  

Midoriya: If UA is trying to seem stronger they won’t show our weak points.  Does that make sense?  Not that I think they should do that but…

Izuku pushed back from his desk slightly and chewed on his thumbnail.  It did make sense, didn’t it?  Maybe he shouldn’t have said that…

Yaoyorozu: I agree.  I believe that we are more likely to have something like the obstacle course, one of the limited spaces games like rising waters, or one of the ones with teacher participation.  

Midoriya: I think rising waters is out because Aquarius isn’t part of the staff anymore although I guess she could come back for the event?  Or have some kind of substitute?

Rising waters was a ‘musical chairs’ event UA had been an average of once every four years since Aquarius joined the staff.  The stage would be a bunch of pillars, with the top of each one just wide enough for a person to easily stand on.  At the beginning, students would start at the lowest level and there would be more than enough room for everyone, but then Aquarius would slowly start to draw water up onto the stage, until only the highest pillars were clear.  

Of course, if you touched the water you were out.

Since they started doing rising waters, they hadn’t done any of the other ‘musical chairs’ games, instead swapping it out with obstacle courses, scavenger hunts, tag and dodgeball.  

Yaoyorozu: That would be a reasonable conclusion.

Monoma: Makes sense.  What’s your guess for what will happen though?

.

Most years, lunch time was good for naps and paperwork.  All the students were out of the classroom, it was quiet, and Shouta could work on whatever he wanted. 

Alas.  This year was proving to be an exception.  

First the break in (probably caused by the League of Villains), then the nosy other classes, then Bakugo actually assaulting Midoriya (Kan either needed to get that kid to grow up or expel him), and now this.  All of 1-A, with the exception of Todoroki, had decided to eat in the classroom.  

(Not that he could blame them.)

He shuffled some of the papers in his sleeping bag around, mostly old school records for Midoriya and Bakugo that he’d been meaning to go over, but would probably have to wait for later.  If the kids were going to be in the classroom, he’d better keep an eye on them.  Or an ear.  

Yeah, they were just getting an ear.  

“Alright,” said Yaoyorozu.  “Everyone give your orders and money to Iida, Shoji, Uraraka, and Hagakure.”

“I- I can carry things, too,” volunteered Midoriya.  

Shouta had no doubt that Midoriya could carry plenty of lunches.  But he'd also been a target.  Keeping him out of the way was smart.  

"Yes, but you need time to set up your presentation."

"Oh, right!  Um."  Footsteps approached.  "Mr. Aizawa, is it alright if I use the projector?"

Shouta almost said 'knock yourself out,' but he luckily remembered who he was talking to.  "Go for it," he groaned.  

"Wow," said Ashido, "he even sounds like a mummy today."

Teenagers.  Which reminded him: "No inappropriate pictures, right?"

"T-they're all from the official sports festival releases, so…"

Sports festival?  Shouta resisted the urge to laugh.  So, his students were turning one of Kan's favorite sports festival strategies against him and working together as a class?  The rivalry was largely in Kan's head, but…  Sometimes it was nice to gloat.  Tastefully, of course.  While reminding him that Shouta hadn't suggested it at all.  

But he’d wait until the sports festival itself to actually do that.  No need to tip the man off.  

Back to Midoriya’s question.

With effort, Shouta pried his eyes open.  "Don't tell me you found the instant nudist."

"I- um.  Well, it's… yes?"

"Is everything pixelated?"

"Yeah.  Um, I mean, yes.  Yes, sir.  It’s in-- It’s not in mine, it’s in Uraraka’s, and it’s only to illustrate a point about cooperation--"

.

“Did he just try to throw his friend under the bus?”

“No,” said Yoichi, “of course not!”

“Sounded a lot like it.”

“We have a direct link to his subconscious, we know that isn’t what he meant to do.”

.

"Great," said Shouta, closing his eyes and rolling over.  

“Thank you!”

There was some shuffling and arguing about what wire went where, but by the time the four who went out to get lunch were back, Midoriya’s presentation was up and running, the projector whirring in the background.  

“O-Okay!” said Midoriya.  “The sports festival! I’m, um, I’m.  I’m going first.  To present our predictions.  Monoma and Yaoyorozu really helped a lot with this, and- and then Uraraka will talk about past cooperation in sports festivals, and Iida will talk about rules.  Which… You already knew that would happen even without a presentation.”

It was a good thing there was a public relations class at UA, but Shouta could admit the joke was funny despite Midoriya’s obvious nerves.

“Based on our analysis of past sports festival events, we believe that for the first event, the most likely activities are either an obstacle course race or one of two versions of teacher tag.  The obstacle course is the more straightforward option and it was last done two years ago.  It usually involves physical obstacles like climbing walls made by Cementoss, or robots or other things made by the support teachers.  With teacher tag, on the other hand, we need to either tag or avoid being tagged by teachers.  Which, um…”  

Shouta got the impression everyone in the class was looking at him.  The gremlins were afraid of him.  Good.

But Midoriya had to work on his volume.  The stuttering had eased up, but the presentation was turning into a muttering session near the end there.

“Is an obvious challenge.  Both emphasize speed and combat.”

“Combat?” echoed Kaminari.  “The tag I get.  Well, if dodging is combat.  But the race?”

“In most race events you’re allowed to use your quirk against your opponents,” said Midoriya.  “The tag events are usually flag tag.”

“Oh,” said Kaminari.  “Makes sense.”

“The second event is harder to pin down.  Past examples are cavalry battles, dance battles, tug-of-war, capture the flag, king of the hill, and relays.”

“Dance battles?  Sign me up for that one!”

Midoriya laughed nervously.  “Yeah.  However, if we have the obstacle race or the tag version where we’re avoiding the teachers, we probably won’t run into relays, but have something more obviously combative, like the cavalry battle.  On the other hand, the version of tag where we’re chasing the teachers usually leads to a rescue or captive-delivery relay or race, with the teacher playing the dummy.”

Ah, yes.  Shouta had done one of those his first year teaching.  He was very glad Nezu had decided they weren’t doing it this year so the teachers could focus more on security.  It was difficult enough to deal with when the students did have rescue training.  With this batch…

No.  

Next year, maybe.  

Probably not.  

Although, come to think of it, Shouta’s current injuries would have precluded him from participating regardless.  He spared a moment of sadness for the loss of a perfectly good excuse.

“Either way, we’re all pretty sure that the last event will be one-on-one direct combat.  Probably a single-elimination tournament.”

“You don’t sound too happy about that,” said Hagakure.  

“That’s because we aren’t,” said Yaoyorozu.  “But we have talked it over, and we think that it is the most likely scenario.  As for why…”

“It boils down to UA needing to save face and single combat is the most popular event, even though it’s kind of…”  Midoriya trailed off.  

“Ooh,” said Ashido.  “I hear some salt behind that.  Spill it!”

“It’s- It’s dangerous,” said Midoriya, finally.  “More people get seriously hurt during that event than any of the others.  And- and we made our guesses for the events based on patterns from the past, what’s best for security, what we’ve actually been trained for, and what’ll serve UA’s PR, but that leaves, um.  It’s combat and speed heavy.  Spotlight stuff.”

“Fighting is what heroes do,” said Sato.  

“I know!  But there’s also underground heroes like- like Mr. Aizawa, or heroes that focus on investigation, like Sir Nighteye, or rescue heroes like the Wild Wild Pussycats.  Usually, there’s at least a nod to the other types of heroics in the sports festival, so those agencies can assess interns, too.”

“Which is why Monoma and I believe the second type of teacher tag is the most likely first event,” said Yaoyorozu.  “The rescue relay does represent some aspects of rescue heroics.”

“Yes,” said Midoriya, with the air of someone who had argued about the subject extensively, “but--”

The intercom crackled to life.  “Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, Monoma, Iida, and Uraraka, please report to the principal’s office.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #danger first #danger first au #fic #fanfic

[hyakunana]

I don't know how to explain about the Braytech lore in a LoP AU setting — so instead I made concepts.

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #lies of p #lop #crossover au #exo stranger #elsie bray #ana bray #banshee-44 #fanart #THESE BRAINWORMS HAD BEEN LIVING IN MY MIND SINCE I BEGAN LOP #SOONER OR LATER I HAD TO DRAW IT #and yeah i didnt draw my hunter gal yet but ofc i also have ideas for her #as well as awoken ppl and ada also bein a technician #but lets consider first on bray family and puppet exos and ergo/clarity and raspuppetin #idk yet how i want banshee to be in this au bc i also want clovis to exist and be the geppetto figure #all while being that mad figure we all know that wants to be immortal but ofc he will not put himself in danger yet #so would banshee still be powered by clovis' ergo or an awakened attempt w someone else's (clovis ii) ergo? #and as much as i love elsie i still want her to be trapped in a timeloop especially because that's P plot too #IN THIS HOUSE WE DONT WORK WITH SOLID IDEAS — JUST IDEAS

[somegrumpynerd]

Killer goes stage 3 when Nightmare isn't around, so the boys have to contain and calm him down themselves. Luckily they know what they're doing and make a good team, so nobody gets hurt.

And, because I can't make anything serious, bonus from the next day:

#UTDR #UTMV #Killer Sans #Cross Sans #Horror Sans #Dust Sans #My Art #Truce au #Look I cleaned up those sketches! #And added some new ones because I was having fun with them #If you're wondering about what happened #Killer always seems to go for Dust first when he loses control so Dust is the one that gets the knife away from him #After that Horror restrains him since he's the strongest physically #And Cross tries to talk him down since he's had training in the royal guard to stay calm in dangerous situations #Dust stays on alert to blast him if things get out of hand #(Not because he really hates Killer and sees a chance to hurt him #but because Killer had asked him to make sure he doesn't hurt any of them like this. He would never forgive himself) #After Killer calmed down they had a little quiet movie night since everybody was kinda drained #And subsequently forgot to tell Nightmare when he got home (oops) #It's fine he's proud of them and only mostly stressed out by this news

[puppetmaster13u]

I currently have two timelines for my New Ancient of Darkness Au

Timeline 1: Bruce is one of the Justice League founders, continues to do his best to hide his increasingly ghostliness with every year and avoiding Justice League Dark because he has heard stories about Constantine. It doesn't matter if Danny finds him hilarious. He's the Justice League's cryptid where his friends just think he's a little shy and Gotham is just like that.

Timeline 2: Bruce lets his anxiety and paranoia get ahold of him, especially with how he's just taken in Dick and Jason, and doesn't join the League. And straight up becomes a cryptid as Batman. Where his children become liminal far faster and the still human part of him feels so guilty while the ghostly part is giddy to have little ghostlings. There are now rumors about some sort of shadow child of Gotham, some sort of clan of creatures that the League will eventually investigate.

#batman au #dcxdp #dpxdc #new ancient of darkness au #battinson #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #liminal batfamily #Bruce didn't ask for deityhood he just woke up with a green stickynote on his dresser #Then he gets a kid too #It's a long second year as Batman #In the first Timeline he started being Batman a couple years before Superman debuted #Mans went to his first Meeting of the Ancients and came back to there apparently being an alien #At least the ghosts did good in keeping watch #In the second timeline it's about the same but even with the encouragement of the ghosts he's just Not Ready to reveal himself #His kids could be in danger and he just Can't lose someone again #Even if he can visit his parents in the Realms he has seen others too #Has seen the effect death has on a person and their family and he Can't do that to his kids #He's a little feral in the second timeline because he's closer to ghost than human in habits when being Batman #Danny is the new Ancient of Space and has gleefully declared this skrunkly goth man as his little brother #Danny is also in college back in his home dimension but visits every once in a while #Probably gonna write both

[wowa-bublord]

heres my idea for a Zack Lives au! i like when people make him a little weird/unnerving hehe. puppy to unsocialized dog pipeline. he bites.

#I don't know if my first page will come across too ooc so i will explain it evil smile #this version of Zack takes his tendency 2 put on a brave face into the extreme so he tries to project a smile even in dangerous or #bad situations #he's also a bit numb/accustomed to violence due to all the Shinra infantry he was forced to fight while on the run with cloud #this lead him into a habit of reacting to emotional/distressing situations a little too calmly and a little too quick to make it into #something funny (or easier to mentally handle) #zack fair ffvii #zack fair fanart #zack fair #zack ff7 #my art #ff7 fanart #ff7 zack lives au #tifa lockhart fanart #tifa ff7 #tifa lockhart #cloud strife fanart #cloud strife #blood cw #zack lives au

[weaselishmcdiesel]

zedaph but what if i drew him like chopper from one piece.

#first dangerous step towards entering a new fandom is making an au with your current fandom #my art #art #zed #hc #op #i love. that deer #zedaph #hermitcraft #fine im maintagging it since yall seem to like it ajksdfh

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 23

PREVIOUS

There were a few reasons that Andrew and Neil could not get past reception to go see FF or get updates on his current condition.

The first reason was that visiting hours were long over by the time they had arrived a little after midnight.

The second reason was that hospitals, in general, don’t just give out information on their patients to any random person that walks in and asks for an update on their condition. They are ESPECIALLY hesitant to give out updates on patients when the people who are asking can’t give you anything other than a first name, general description, and the reason that the patient is in the hospital.

Somehow “Completely average looking guy with the last name Smith who was stabbed in the stomach” is not enough for the receptionist to go off of.

“There are multiple people here that fit that description. I would need at least a first and last name before I could even begin to start seeing if you were someone who we even could give updates to. No, I will not continue to play your fun little game of guess the first name.” She says when Andrew opens his mouth to start listing off names alphabetically again.

So now Andrew and Neil found themselves under the watchful eye of a security guard as they sat in the back corner of the front reception area.

“I can’t believe we still don’t know what Smith’s first name is.” Neil says his face is buried in his hands as he and Andrew sit in the uncomfortable chairs trying to figure out where to go from here.

“I think she knows exactly who we want to see.” Andrew scowls towards the receptionist who, long used to the ire of the public, pays him no mind. Andrew just refused to believe that there were that many brown haired, brown eyed, average height and weight guys who had suffered a stab wound to the stomach that would have been admitted in the last two hours.

“I just hope they actually are looking after him and that no one went and forgot about him in an hallway somewhere.” Neil says hands sliding up into his hair to grip.

“That wouldn’t happen.” Andrew dismisses despite knowing that Wymack had ABSOLUTELY forgotten FF at a stadium once during the period where FF had been low presence to keep his family from bothering him.

The U-turn he had pulled had definitely been illegal when FF called and asked where the bus was when they had been on the road for five minutes. Wymack had felt terrible about it but FF had just seemed relieved that the bus had come back for him.

Wymack.

Andrew pulls out his phone and dials a familiar number. Wymack, reliable as always, picks up on the fourth ring with the sound of cursing as he got the phone up to his ear. “What.” He asks and Andrew can hear the sounds of driving and Kevin’s infamously train-like snoring in the background.

“What’s Smith first name. You know it.” Andrew demands.

“Classified.” Wymack clips back immediately.

“I need to know it so that we can get updates.” Andrew hisses.

“He isn’t interested in people knowing it and you wouldn’t be able to get updates anyways.” Wymack dismisses.

“We want to be able to head back to see him.” Neil tries.

“Visiting hours are long over Josten. You know that I’m not settling that bet that you little fuckers have floating around about this.” Wymack responds back.

Andrew grits his teeth and then forces himself to relax his jaw, “It’s not about the bet.” Andrew shuts his eyes in irritation.

That stupid bet.

The betting culture within the Palmetto State Foxes Exy team that Reynold’s had cultivated held strong even after her graduation with the remaining Foxes. The Bet had started when one of the other freshmen had mentioned that it was funny that FF went around like Cher or Madonna. The realization that none of them knew FF’s first name was one that had them placing bets on a multitude of things. Things like: “Do you wanna bet it’s a super normal boring name?”, “Do you wanna bet that it’s a weird foreign name?”, and “Is FF intentionally not giving it out to people or since he goes by his last name normally he has no idea that anything is amiss?” Had lower pools since you were betting on a spectrum. The bet with the highest pool is: “What is FF’s first name”.

Wymack had categorically refused to answer it and all other attempts to discover FF’s first name had been met with frustration. There was a solemn agreement that no one could just go and outright ask him since that would ruin all of the fun. Andrew had agreed to not ask when the team had collectively filled his freezer with ice cream cake and he was a man of his word.

The general belief (after the revelation of his major and the number of languages FF spoke) was that FF’s name was just not easy to pronounce for English speakers.

Andrew hadn’t participated but he know that the Foxes do have a running list of names they know it’s not. (Greg, Will, Smith (again), Matt, Kevin, Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Nathaniel, Jack, Beyonce (Sheena’s drunken guess), Nicholas, John, Fred, Garfield, Frank, Alfred, Augustus, Adam, etc. (Andrew had been trying to guess with the receptionist for a while))

“You’re coming here aren’t you? We can get updates when you get them.” Neil says.

“He’s in emergency surgery right now and will remain there for the next few hours most likely. There’s not going to be any updates hopefully.” Wymack says with a sigh loud enough that they can hear it over Kevin’s snoring.

“Surgery? He needs surgery?” Neil asks sounding surprised s if FF hadn’t been stabbed to the hilt into his stomach with one of Andrew’s knives. He’s about to give Neil some shit for the question before remembering that if there was any person who would think that a stab wound to the stomach wouldn’t necessitate surgery it would be Neil “I’m Fine” Josten.

“Yes Josten, he needs surgery. They have to stitch up his stomach and the surgeons are also going to be dealing with some of the ulcers that were ruptured by the knife.” Wymack explains likely coming to the same conclusion that Andrew had on Neil’s stupid question. “They were a bit worried about him bleeding out but he stabilized before the surgery.” Wymack sighs.

“I’m going the hospital since I’m Smith’s medical proxy. If anything goes wrong with the surgery I want to be there so I can make an informed decision on his care.” Wymack says and… Andrew figured there’d be surgery but to hear it and the possibility that something could go wrong, that the last thing FF had said to him had been something non-sensical about “Gracie Hart wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. I’m Cheryl at best.”as he’d started succumbing to all the blood loss. “If you could stick around long enough for me to drop Kevin off with you I would appreciate it.” Wymack says.

“What if he needs a blood transfusion?” Andrew says.

“Smith is AB-, it’s the second easiest blood type to transfuse into. Go home Andrew.” Wymack repeats.

Andrew works his jaw irritated that there didn’t seem to be a path to getting his way.

“We’ll stay here until you get here.” Andrew agrees, “But you’ll get an update before we leave.” He adds.

Wymack sighs, “Fair enough.” He says before hanging up.

It’s 45 minutes of waiting and tossing a few more name possibilities at the receptionist who seems more amused than anything at their continued attempts to guess their friend’s first name (Neil goes through the entire list of names that he’s gone by and none of them get the thumbs up).

Wymack comes through the doors with a half awake Kevin Day following his steps. “I have another favor to ask you.” Wymack says instead of any form of greeting.

“I’m not going to leave Kevin in the car overnight again. It was just that one time.” Andrew says with a roll of his eyes and honestly he’d been punished enough listening to Kevin bitch, moan, and sneeze for the following week while talking about all the supplements he was taking.

“Not that,” Wymack pauses, “I have two favors to ask you. First don’t do that. Second, would you be able to pick up Smith’s grandma from the airport tomorrow?” He asks.

Andrew blinks.

“She’s coming here?” He asks.

“I updated her on my way here. She booked a flight and will be arriving around noon tomorrow.” Wymack says and Andrew doesn’t know why he’s confused by this. FF’s grandma got him two still warm pies to cheer him up on Thanksgiving.

He’d stabbed that woman’s grandson.

“I’ll pick her up.” He agrees.

Shorter one today

NEXT

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Might be taking a bit of a break after this post #I wanna figure out the overarching joke of the next part #So FF is under the knife getting stitched up so he doesn't make an in person appearance this chapter #Kevin is coming along with Wymack because he wants to figure out the recovery time and PT FF will need #They were planning on having him be the starting Dealer next season #Honestly he can't BELIEVE that Romero would fuck up his line-up like this #Yes Kevin is aware that he is not the Captain #FF never lets anyone forget who the Captain is #It's Captain Neil #Neil and Andrew try to become close to the receptionist so she will release FF's first name #But god they are both super bad at small talk #Andrew and Neil: So...busy day? #Receptionist: Actually considering the fact its Black Friday it wasn't that bad #Neil: Is it...is it that dangerous? (Thinking about FF this morning) #Receptionist: I've seen body builders get their thigh bones snapped in half by exhausted stay at home moms for a blender you tell me #Neil: Anyone from the (location) Target? #Receptionist: Oh that was a bloodbath didn't you see the news? #The misconception that FF is a cool badass guy continues to grow throughout the Foxes #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #AFTG Fic #FF - Pt 23

[daedelweiss]

Hey bud. Buddy ol' pal.

I 👀 So Big /So Small by Rachel Bay Jones in your LM Playlist. That feels so illegal and yet it is bc you made it so.

listen-

that's all-

#dae asks #rottmnt #rottmnt life mission au #life mission au #oh yeah have i mentioned that LM!Leo has terrible separation anxiety #and that after splinter made friends and trusted people enough to look after his young son #leo got so terrified that splinter might not make it home alive #since he experienced first hand how dangerous it was looking for his bros #because splints had to take him sometimes since no one could look after leo for a while #and it breaks splints' heart that leo cries every time he leaves #because he knows what leo is feeling. all. too. well.

[tangledinink]

me and my friends were discussing a dumb personality quiz thing which led to me being told that i'm "the least anxious out of all of us" and "generally very down to earth and relaxed" and that "my version of dangerous thoughts on a bender is just to make TMNT fanart" and im sitting here like

... me?

#damn i really dont tell you guys shit huh #things to talk to my therapist abt ig #i protested to being told that im not an anxious person #and a friend refuted with “oh well the most dangerous thoughts youve ever had while on adderall” #“is making new TMNT AUs” #“as opposed to ME who does X--” #and im like #ok well first of all i take a very low dose of adderall for #you know #adhd #.... which is not the same context as you were always taking it in #also that #its #thats not really #the case #goddamn is this really how you guys view me? #jesus christ #personal #vent

[emry-stars-art]

Massarati was a courting gift to andrew from abram after he realized they were courting one another

My face reading this omggggggg

(Gonna put this up top instead of at the end; find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)

So this is the 4800 words of fluff; @jtl-fics was bouncing a LOT of ideas with me about it and everything was so sweet 😭🥰 you can read it here! :D or continue on this post for the sparknotes version from Abram's pov (minus the picnic date tho 👀), and let’s showcase my inexperience with horses ✨

THIS IS GREAT I done got myself a little by making Maserati a rescue case… like Abram’s probably right about what happened to her though I didn’t fully decide on it (I’m also making up everything about horse breeds in this universe thank youuu). He’s out one day for whatever reason and comes across this horse in no pasture that’s tall, clearly made for working, but it’s far too skinny. A little skiddish, but not enough that Abram can’t approach after a while of trying. It’s a familiar breed under the dirt and malnutrition.

He doesn’t even bother seeing where it might have come from. He fashions a makeshift lasso/bridle thing from rope and takes a few hours calming the horse enough to bring it back with him to the castle, leaving it in one of the smaller/less used stables with plenty of food and water before going to find Day or someone else that might be able to help. She doesn’t look impressive at first, obviously. But with lots of help and lots of time from Abram taken in secret to the stables, she slowly starts to get better. She gains weight, she gets readjusted to people, she lets him take care of her coat and hair.

At some point, Andrew insists once again on keeping Abram nearby when Abram is having a worse night than usual. Panicking easily, generally unwell. (Andrew is also wondering why Abram is suddenly spending so much time away, why he won’t tell Andrew where he’s been or what he’s doing. It’s completely in his right to do it, so Andrew never forces the issue, but it’s such an obvious switch from his normal behavior. Right when Andrew thought he could start leaning into the courting, it feels like Abram is pulling away and it hurts a little. He gets worried.) Abram can’t sleep, and Andrew won’t sleep until Abram does, so they lay on his bed with Andrew resting against Abram’s lap, relaxing or reading or tracing scars with his fingertips. It’s a long while before Abram asks, unprompted, “Did you ever have an ideal horse?”

Andrew gives him a look.

“I mean… a dream horse. Maybe when you were little, something you always wanted.”

Andrew makes a small noise. “I think most kids do.”

“Right. So did you?”

It takes more convincing than that, lots of Abram assuring Andrew that it’s not stupid, he’s just curious. He’ll tell Andrew his next. And finally Andrew tells Abram of when he was young, living with the Spears, and would fantasize about being anywhere else. He’d take a horse as black as night so no one would see him when he ran away, a horse that was strong and fast enough to take him wherever he wanted to go. He used to imagine it would carry two, so he could take his governess with him, but that was before she left. It was all child’s play, anyway. It didn’t matter now. (Abram’s horse wasn’t so detailed, but he said if he had to pick a coat color, he was very happy with the blue roan he was given.)

So the next time Abram goes to the stable he looks at her, sees how well she’s bulking up, sees again how much larger she is than the Friesians he’s used to from Evermore. She looks even stronger than those already capable horses. When she’s healthy she can certainly carry two riders and more besides, and her endurance is like the horse equivalent of his own. Her coat is getting shiny again, sleek like black oil.

When she’s healthy and ready, Abram trains her. He again has help, of course - there are people who’s jobs it is to take care of and train the castle’s horses and it isn’t him - but she has an undeniable soft spot for Abram. They get her used to being fully decked out in nice tack and equipment and whatever else. Abram holds her steady to get shoed. The veterinarians/au equivalent make sure she stays healthy and the stable master grows more impressed with her every day. She’s not your average horse, he tells Abram. She’s smart. There’s real intelligence in those eyes.

Abram could not be happier.

By the time the twins’ birthday comes around she is ready to go. Abram spends the morning before his work begins making sure she is as sparkling as he can get her, all ready for her favorite stable hand to take her to the main stables later while Abram attends the prince at the festivities. The stable hand is going to put her in her new tack, too, the beautiful white set Abram spent a good chunk of coin to have commissioned. The horse is perfectly well mannered around people now, though only Abram and a handful others can ride her. Abram only plans his evening because he knows she lets anyone ride alongside him - if Abram deems them worthy, the horse won’t protest. It isn’t trust he ever takes lightly. He’s pretty certain she’ll end up allowing Andrew every privilege she allows Abram. He is so excited and so, so nervous for that night. She’s as perfect as she could possibly be, but Andrew has gotten Abram so many wonderful gifts. This is the first time Abram has returned the favor with such intention. Hopefully it’s good enough. (She is.)

Oh also in case you’re wondering. Andrew only needs a new horse because his beloved GS was finally retired, GS is old and now gets to spend the rest of his days in nice pastures where Andrew feeds him lots of treats 💕 every like is one sugar cube gods bless

#there’s so much hereeeeeeeee #I didn’t mean to get myself like I did #giving Abram a skinny scared little (big) probably dangerous evermore native to take care of #bring her back to her fulll potential #or even realize that potential for the first time #let her be taken care. of 😭 #I need a hug man #and I wanna hug Maserati #and gs while we’re here #oh I decided gs has a blood bay coat #he’s majestic #just a little smaller than Maserati #no thoughts of Andrew’s canon car color #only maaggie’s red crayon phone doodle #💕🙏 #fan art #my art #fan fic #my writing #royal au #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #asks #maserati

[five-rivers]

Danger First Chapter 13

@pocketramblr

Thank you for everyone who suggested names! They were very helpful for this chapter.

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Midoriya Hisashi lived and worked overseas, coming home to Japan only rarely.  His job had bounced him to every continent, and he’d even been to Antarctic City.  It was taxing work, but he enjoyed it, and, most importantly, it allowed him to provide for his beautiful wife and wonderful son, who he loved more than anyone or anything else in the entire world.  

That description was true except for one desperately important point: Midoriya Hisashi did not so much have a job as a sprawling criminal empire.  

But sprawling criminal empires sure were hard work!

Especially when you had your face literally punched off by your unfortunately-smarter-than-he-looked heroic nemesis.  Curse All Might, his entire family line, and the family lines of anyone who happened to succeed him.  

It had really been looking like Hisashi had successfully suckered him into dying without passing One for All on, but then his stupid smiles had become more genuine, and he’d started teaching at that stupid school, and well… one thing had led to another, and Hisashi could only reach the conclusion that All Might had picked a successor at the absolute least convenient time for Hisashi.  That is, the same year his beloved son, Izuku, started high school at that very same stupid school.  

Now, without a quirk, Izuku wasn’t going to become a hero.  Society as a whole was too bigoted, a fact Hisashi was grateful for.  So grateful, in fact, that he only tortured to death those bigots who direcly laid a hand on his son, rather than starting at the top of the refuse heap known as the Hero Commission and working his way down.  

However, despite this, Izuku was naturally brilliant enough for even the imbeciles at UA to recognize.  Was Hisashi happy with this?  Not exactly.  It meant that he had to plan around his son while looking for All Might’s successor.  But if Izuku hadn’t been admitted…  On some level, it saddened Hisashi that he wouldn’t be able to use the plans he’d made for members of the admissions board in the case that they did reject his son.  

Anyway, Hisashi could plan around Izuku being in gen ed, or management, or support, or business, or…

Hisashi was, admittedly, somewhat ashamed that he hadn’t managed to ask Izuku exactly which of the courses he’d gotten into.  He’d been… not sulking.  Supervillains did not sulk.  He’d been… less than thrilled about Izuku’s admission, and he hadn’t wanted to ruin Izuku’s celebration, so…  He just let Izuku ramble on about the hated school in that adorable and endearing way of his, without commenting.  

He had not been sulking.  

But, secure in the knowledge that Izuku was not in the hero course, Hisashi could simply arrange things so that any attacks on All Might, the hero course, other people at UA that annoyed him, etc., didn’t involve any of the non-hero-course first years.  So, he sent his minions (Kurogiri, Tomura, others whose names he hadn’t bothered to remember) to go find a time that the hero course would be nice and far away from anyone he actually liked (Izuku).  

To Hisashi’s great cheer, they’d seemingly managed to find the perfect venue for Tomura’s debut.  A hero course field trip to the USJ with All Might!

But Hisashi had forgotten the incompetence of said minions.  

Somehow, they’d confused the hero class with Izuku’s class.  All Might, the practical heroics teacher, hadn’t even been there!

Needless to say, Izuku had wiped the floor with Tomura.  Tomura, versus Hisashi’s son?  It wasn’t a contest, really. 

Hisashi didn’t have details about how Izuku had managed it, Tomura had mentioned something about ‘green children,’ and that one of them had a frog quirk and the other could fly, but neither of those matched Izuku.  Unlike the strained phone call from Inko and the brief conversation he’d had with an exhausted Izuku.  

After those calls Hisashi had almost decided to kill Tomura, regardless of how much he'd invested in him.  How in the world had they managed to mix up the courses like that?  Yes, Hisashi hadn't caught the mistake, either, but then he was blind and unable to read the itinerary Tomura had stolen.  It was hardly his fault!

So.  Yes.  Hard work.  Hard, stressful work, and he couldn't even go home to complain to his wife about it, because of the aforementioned face-punching-off incident.  

Tragic.  

Which is why he felt no guilt whatsoever about brushing off the good doctor to answer a call from his home phone number.  Not that he would have felt guilt, anyway.  It, along with shame, wasn't an emotion he experienced.

… Except with regards to still not knowing exactly which course Izuku was in.  

… And, possibly, never being home.  

But that was it!

"Midoriya Hisashi speaking," he said, smoothly into the receiver.  

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"Holy crap," said Banjo.  "It is him."

"Hey," said En, kicking at and missing Hikage's ankles, "why isn't Danger Sense making Nine freak out?"

"Most likely because he isn't in any danger."

"Y'know, if this is 'no danger,' I'm shocked that Danger Sense is working for him at all."

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"HI, Dad!" said Izuku.  "Sorry to call at a weird time.  You- you aren't busy, are you?"

"Not at all," said Hisashi, ignoring the doctor in front of him and the crime against humanity, science, and reason they were supposed to be animating on the table in-between them.  "Today has been unexpectedly slow."

"Oh, good.  I was wondering if you could help me with something?"

"Of course," said Hisashi.  For a moment, he let himself hope that his son had finally killed that explosive brat, Bakugo.  He mentally cycled through quirks that he could use to cover up the deed.  "What do you need?"

"It's for school.  You know the sports festival is coming up soon."

"Ah, yes," said Hisashi.  Some of the best quirk window shopping there was.  He'd tried to get Eraserhead's after his performance, but his first attempts hadn’t gone well, and he'd been forced to abandon the project.  "What do you need?  Who needs to be eviscerated?"

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"No, really, how is this guy not registering as evil?"

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Izuku giggled.  "Well, this year, they’re having everybody pick hero names beforehand."

Hisashi felt his heart stop.  Using a quirk he had acquired for just such a purpose, he kicked it back on and waved off the doctor.  "Everyone?" he asked, desperation expertly masked.  "Including the non-hero courses?"

"Ye-yes," said Izuku.  "I was wondering- I was wondering if you could help me with figuring one out.  I- I mean, my friends gave me lots of good options, but, um."

"I suppose your teachers vetoed Small Might?" Hisashi teased, gently.

"Don't remind me," groaned Izuku.  "I didn't even bring it up."

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"He kind of did, though," said En.  

Nana shrugged.  "He crossed it out.  It hardly counts."  Then, undercutting her argument, she mumbled, "All Might is a great name."

The others nodded, some because they agreed, and some because they didn't want to wind up on the same side as All for One.

"If he tries to give Izuku a stupid villain name, I'm going to tear his throat out with my teeth."

"I thought you tried that already," said Hikage.  

"Third…"

"Hey!  You actually did try to do that!"  Third protested from his hiding spot.  

"Does it really matter?" asked Nana.  "You're a ghost."

"I'll haunt him, then."

"Now, I know we've all tried that one."

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"Hm," said Hisashi, "why don't you tell me what your classmates came up with, first?"

"Ah, well."  There was the sound of shuffling paper.  "They had Strawberry, Marimo, Rabbit, Wonder, Augur and Auspex."

Marimo was obvious enough.  The others, however…  "Strawberry?"

"Because of what I look like when I'm blushing, I think.  I'm just glad it isn't tomato or something…  Marimo's kind of the same thing.  You- you know, my hair?"

"And Wonder is because you're wonderful?"

"Noooo, Dad.  Todoroki didn't mean it like that.  It's a play on, um.  Wonderland.  Like, the Rabbit of Wonderland?"

"The one who is always late?  I do hope you're getting to school on time."

"Dad!  I'm on time.  They just think my, um.  You know, the All Might antenna on my hood look like rabbit ears.  And they think I'm bouncy, I guess?"

So, Izuku was still wearing those awful novelty hoodies.  Not that Hisashi had expected otherwise.  It was still disappointing.  

"And the last two?  Augur and Auspex?"

"Those are because of my quirk," said Izuku.  

"Your what?"

There were only two possible avenues for a quirkless person to develop a quirk.  As Hisashi had decided against repeating the mistake he'd made with his brother, that left one.  

One for All.

All Might.

All for One was halfway out of the facility before Izuku answered.  

"O-oh!  I guess I never talked to you about it, because it manifested at the USJ.  Sorry, I was just so exhausted after everything…"

"It isn't your fault, Izuku," said Hisashi.  No, it was All Might's.  What, was the irresponsible idiot so convinced he was about to be killed by the noumu that he passed the quirk to the closest child?  If so, he was even weaker than he'd thought!  "What is it like?"

"It, um, it's a stockpile quirk!  We think that's why I never could activate it before.  It stockpiles danger and releases it as personal levitation.  The USJ just…  pushed it over into critical mass."

That… wasn't One for All.  

Hisashi killed a lab technician who had the misfortune of being close enough to hear part of his conversation and casually dumped them out of their chair so he could drop into it.  He'd experienced the phenomenon of having his bones turned to powder before, but now they felt practically liquid.  

He was still going to murder All Might, though.  Just not right now.

"That might be why I'm so anxious, too- I can feel the stockpile when it gets bigger."

"Fascinating," said Hisashi.  He could see how it might come about.  All for One was, technically speaking, a stockpile quirk, and both personal levitation and Attract would be telekinesis type quirks…  And since Hisashi was a first generation quirk user, odd quirk mutations were to be expected.  “I recall your mother mentioning that her biological mother had a quirk like that.  Something to do with flying.”

“Grandma’s quirk is Green Thumb, though,” said Izuku.  

“Your grandmother’s, yes,” said Hisashi, shuddering at the memory of that formidable woman.  The fact that he couldn’t kill her without upsetting his wife was criminal.  

Well.  So was he, but, really, what was the point of being a being of ultimate evil if you couldn’t be a hypocrite, too?

Not that he was a being of ultimate evil.  Yet.  It was a work in progress.  There were some travesties he hadn’t stooped to, yet.  Like taunting All Might with Shimura’s grandson.  Oh, and sexual crimes, he supposed, but those didn’t seem fun at all, so he was inclined to skip them.  

“But,” continued Hisashi, “your mother was adopted.  She only has her biological parents’ general quirk and medical history.”  Hisashi could have uncovered more, of course, but if Inko didn’t care, neither did he.

Although, with such a strange quirk manifestation from Izuku, maybe he should.  Just in case.

“Oh,” said Izuku, quietly.  “I didn’t know that.”

“Ah,” said Hisashi.  “Perhaps… don’t mention this to your mother?”

That earned Hisashi a faint but genuine chuckle.  “I won’t tell if you don’t.”  Izuku paused.  “Assuming she isn’t listening in on the line.”

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“On one level, I’m surprised that Nine’s mom would do that,” said Nana, “on the other, she did marry this bastard, so…”

“Speaking of Mrs. Midoriya’s family,” said Hikage, “don’t you think it’s an interesting coincidence that her mother has a quirk similar to yours?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty convenient, isn’t it?  I was half convinced we were screwed the minute Nine picked up the phone to dial.”

Focused as Nana was on the conversation, she did not notice Banjo wrapping Hikage in Blackwhip and dragging him away.  

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“You think she might do that?” asked Hisashi, nervously.  He nudged the cooling body of the technician with his toe. 

“I think you offered to kill people for us too many times, or something,” said Izuku.  “She said she wanted to make sure you weren’t giving me the wrong idea about things.”

Hisashi remembered that conversation, come to think about it, but it was more about Hisashi’s rather… vocal distaste for heroes than killing people.  Alas, that Izuku took neither talking point seriously.  

“I see,” said Hisashi. “You’ve gotten a quirk counselor, I hope?”  Oh, how Hisashi wished he could guide Izuku himself!  Maybe take the quirk for a test drive.�� He’d give it back, of course, it would just be a minute…

“Mhm, my teacher has a license!”

Hisashi shook himself out of the fantasy.  “Good, good.  Now, you wanted help with names.”  The only way he’d get through this is if he considered them to be villain names, not hero names.  “In keeping with the theme of the last two, might I suggest Omen?”

“That sounds more like a villain name.”

Drat.  Izuku was always too smart for games like that.  “If you want something undeniably heroic, how about Skywalker?”

“Would that make you Darth Vader?” joked Izuku.  

“Please, I would be far more successful!”  Especially on the ‘living forever with one’s loved ones’ front, although he supposed he could take a loss in the ‘tempted one’s children to evil’ category.  

“Considering Anakin Skywalker, I think it’s a bit tainted, anyway.”

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“He’s not even hiding it!” complained En.  “He’s basically stating that he’s evil outright!”

“This is why we didn’t want this kid as our ninth,” said Third.  

“Shut up,” growled Yoichi.  “You don’t get to talk, since you turned me into a folktale postmortem.”

“Maybe you should have done more actually cool things when you were alive, then!”

Yoichi gasped, offended.  

“Like, seriously, what kind of moron manages to miss this kind of evil metaphorically punching them in the face?  Even if it is a family member?”

Yoichi gasped, offended.  

“Oh,” said Third, belatedly remembering who he was talking to.  “Oops.”

“Can you guys be quiet?” snapped Nana.  “This is important!”

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“Ah, well,” said Hisashi.  “It was worth a try.  Continuing with fortune telling, Tarot?”

“Like the cards?  That’s kind of far away from what my quirk can actually do.”

“Yes, but that can be a good thing.  You don’t want to be too straightforward.”  Even if he only wound up using it once.  “Risk, then, or Clover?  Both reference luck, and Clover again ties back to your appearance.”

“I kind of like Clover,” said Izuku, “and Risk sounds cool.”  There was a pause as Izuku wrote something down.  “It sounds like you have more?” Izuku’s voice tilted up hopefully at the end.

“A few,” said Hisashi.  “Apollo, a Greek god of prophecy also associated with spaceflight.”  Izuku made an interested sound.  “Comet, a ball of ice and space dust that was considered an omen of ill fortune to come.”  Hisashi sighed.  “Then, if you prefer the rabbit theme--” something Hisashi hoped was not the case; he didn’t want his son to have even an obscure homage to All Might in his name, “--Caerbannog or Gyokuto are appropriate.”

“... Isn’t Caerbannog the man-eating rabbit from that one ancient movie with King Arthur?”

“It may be.”

“We aren’t allowed to name ourselves after movie villains.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

Izuku laughed.  “You sound like Ashido,” he said.  “She wanted to name herself Alien Queen.”

“She sounds like she has good taste.”

"She does," said Izuku.  "You've given me a lot to think about."

"I certainly hope so," said Hisashi.  "I could also help with assuring your dominance over your enemies.  Bakugo Katsuki is in one of the hero courses, yes?"

"I- I'll be- I'll be okay, Dad.  Plus, you never take stuff like this seriously."

While Izuku couldn't be blamed for not knowing about Hisashi's less-than-legal activities, the statement still hurt.  Hisashi's offers of massacring Izuku's rivals were always serious!

"You told me I should go ahead and break Kacchan's arms to establish superiority when I was eight.  Who does that?"

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"Yes, Ninth," said En.  "Who does that indeed?"

"He's so close but so far away," mourned Nana.  

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"He would have recovered."

"There you go again," said Izuku with a slight laugh.  "My friends and I are working on a plan to win, don't worry!"

Ah, Izuku was collecting minions.  Excellent.  UA graduates were often sho-ins for positions of power and importance.  Making a network early on would help him later.  

"I should probably let you go if you're still at work," said Izuku, a little sadly.

"Mhm," said Hisashi, aware of the need to keep his cover as a normal businessman.  "I'll call at the normal time and we can talk more, alright?"

"Okay.  I love you, Dad."

"I love you, too.  And Izuku?"

"Yeah?"

"You are a wonder.  Never let anyone tell you otherwise."

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Izuku frowned down at the spreadsheet of names and their respective pros and cons in front of him.  It was very large.  

He sighed.  "I'm going to have to sleep on this."

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Yoichi clapped his hands.  "So, are we all in agreement that we cannot let Izuku pick a name my brother came up with?"

"Sure," said En, "but it's not like we can do anything about it."

"We could give him Blackwhip about it," said Banjo.  "That would screw up all of his ideas."

"We're not doing that," said Yoichi, serenely.  "My plan is to hope we have some influence over Izuku's subconscious and scream at him not to take any of my brother's evil names."

"All night?" asked Nana, resignation carved deep into her face.  

"That's what it takes."

"Wouldn't it be better to scream a name we do like at him?" suggested Hikage.  "A single, simple, message is more likely to connect."

"I like the way you think," said Yoichi.

"Oh, no," mumbled Nana, "I see what's coming."

"So, what name do we like?" continued Yoichi, oblivious to the coming disaster.  

"It can't be Strawberry," said En, quickly.  "Ichigo is the wrong number."

"Singularity!" shouted Banjo.  

"Nine would be the right number," continued En.  "But a hero can't be named suffering…"

“Naming him Nine would be counterproductive in the ‘let’s not get Ninth murdered by All for One’ department,” said Nana.  

“If it helps,” said Yoichi, “I think he’s more likely to get vaulted.”

“Like a ceiling?” asked Hikage.

“Troubleshoot!” yelled Banjo.  “Danger Fist!  Harbinger!”

“A ceiling?”

“A vaulted ceiling.”

“Reflex!  Nemesis!”

“Dude,” said En.  “Nemesis isn’t a very heroic name.”

“What,” said Yoichi, “do you think vaulted ceilings have to do with this?”

“I don’t know,” said Hikage.  “You brought them up.  I thought maybe he had a quirk for them.”

“For vaulted ceilings?”

“Yes.”

“Black Cat!  Magpie!  Nexus!  Versatile!”

“You do remember that the name has to make sense with One for All as it currently is, right?” asked Nana.  

“How about Sixth Sense?” said En.

“You just want your number to come up again,” accused Banjo.  

“My number came up almost as long ago as yours, old man.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Okay, so, when I say vaulting I mean bank vaults.  Imprisonment.  Isolation.”

“I see,” said Hikage.

Yoichi nodded, then sighed as he realized the other ghosts had dissolved into chaos.  “This is going to take a while, isn’t it?”

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“Hi, Mr. Yagi!  How are you today?” asked Izuku, having run into his mentor outside the teacher’s lounge.

Mr. Yagi took a long, slow sip of coffee.  “I had a very strange dream about people yelling at me to change my hero name.”

“Huh,” said Izuku.  “What did they want you to change it to?”

“Either Troubleshoot or Troubleshot.  It was…  strange.”  He shook himself.  “But what brings you here so early in the morning, my boy?”

“I was hoping to talk to Ms. Kayama,” said Izuku.  “I think I’ve got my hero name pinned down, but I’d like to talk to her about it, first!”  He held up the paperwork for submitting his hero name.

“Oh!  That’s wonderful,” said Mr. Yagi.  “May I see?”

“Sure!” said Izuku, turning the paper around so Mr. Yagi could see it.  

He fluffed Izuku’s hair.  “I think that suits you very well, young Midoriya!  I’ll go see if Ms. Kayama is here, alright?”

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Unfortunately, the past users of One for All were not listening to the conversation.  This was less because they had worn themselves out from shouting, and more because Izuku’s choice of name had shown that all their efforts to communicate were useless and they were wallowing in self-pity.  It was a whole thing.  

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Kurogiri’s wounds had healed acceptably, with the doctor none the wiser.  So, as usual when he wasn’t rescuing Tomura from trouble, helping the doctor in the lab, engaging in miscellaneous criminal activities, or giving random small-time villains alcohol poisoning, he was doing housework, tidying up the hideout.  

It quickly became apparent that Kurogiri wasn’t very good at tidying.  Cleaning in general, really.  

It was equally obvious that Kurogiri was also the only one that even tried to clean the hideout.  

(In the back of his mind, Kurogiri thought it… odd… that these two thoughts felt so newly discovered.  He and Tomura had been here for years.  He should have already known this.)

Yes, he couldn’t expect his master to clean, that was ridiculous, and the doctor was rarely here.  But Tomura…  No, no, not Tomura.  But Kurogiri wasn’t the only minion to ever inhabit this place.  Most of the others were dead now, but even when Kurogiri had been alive he’d helped with classroom cleaning and kept the apartment clean.

Wait, what?

Regardless, this was no place to raise a child.  Not that Tomura was a child anymore, nor was Kurogiri, which…

Kurogiri had never been a child.  

In the context of sanitation, the hideout was wretched.  That was the point of this.  

Dispirited, Kurogiri wrung out the mop, nearly black water drizzling into the small plastic bucket he’d scrounged up.  Maybe he’d be better at cleaning if he had better supplies.  It was like they wanted Tomura to grow up in soul-crushing squalor.  

They who?

It would be better for Tomura to have grown up somewhere else, somewhere safe, away from them.  

Kurogiri pressed a hand to his head, and then his neck.  No.  

It wasn’t too late--

Kurogiri slammed his hand against the corner of the hall, where two off the walls came together.  There was a satisfying, agonizing click in his wrist and some of the paint on the wall flaked off, revealing a metal bracket.  Kurogiri breathed shallowly, listening.  The only sound in the hideout was the faint music from one of Tomura’s games.  

It was Kurogiri’s job to protect and nurture Tomura, to help him carry out his goals.  Yes.  And to do that…  

Kurogiri leaned the mop against the wall.  Tomura couldn’t carry out his goals alone.  His goals which were…  His goals.  Defeating All Might.  That was at least a goal.  

Tomura would need allies.  

Kurogiri teleported himself up to the bar.  Allies.  He would need--  The nomu were right there, weren’t they?

They weren’t enough, though, they weren’t right.  Had Tomura ever had friends?  He must have.  Even if they were just online friends.  He mustn't have.  Sensei would never allow it.  

It troubled Kurogiri that he couldn’t remember.

He’d get some friends for Tomura.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #danger first #danger first au

[jumpingjoltiks]

Sugar daddy submas all of it give it to me I love it so much

I want sexy train man to fund my life

God same. They would treat you so right.

Once full sugar daddy mode has been engaged, the twins often send you gifts on top of your usual allowance. It's typically something small or practical, but you can tell that they put thought and care into whatever they choose.

You mentioned how your heels hurt after a long evening of standing and dancing? In the next week, expect a paid visit to get a massage/pedicure and a pair of shoes that are so comfortable you vow never to wear your old ones again.

Are you in college or interested in learning something new? They've looked ahead and gotten you your supplies (and have already paid off the class tuition for the semester).

Has the weather gotten colder these last few days? A large box surprises you when you arrive home. Inside is a luxurious wool coat. It's so soft and warm - perfect for a walk out on their arms!

Do you like jewelry? They plan together to give you a gorgeous set of earrings with one black pearl and one white pearl.

Ingo likes to send flowers with his gifts. He chooses flowers for a small bouquet and has them sent over along with a handwritten note. It's such a nice touch, and it brightens up your whole apartment. Every time you look at them, it makes you think of him.

Emmet will always send a small present for your pokemon with his gift because he knows how much you dote on her. A cute collar that matches the necklace he sends you, a pokenip mouse toy, or even just a little treat. Send him a picture of purrloin with her present (or even better, you enjoying yours) and he'll be over the moon.

#first ever proper gift from them is a two-year unlimited subway pass. you never have to worry about your shitty car ever again <3 #ingo skirting dangerously close to boyfriend territory with those flowers. not that sb is complaining 😏 #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #x reader #sugar daddy submas #sugar daddy au #my writing #mailbox💌 #r0-boat #sorry this took so long. I'm still recovering from burnout.

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Throwing another AU out at everyone. It’s a Ruin centered one—although compared to the other AU’s, that are far more major/important, I don’t think I’ll do all that much with this one?

Does anyone remember David from Mimic’s story in the later books? My idea was just kind of “What if he was around as a ghost?” So...

He still dies, and as a ghost, instead of leaving, ends up at the Pizzaplex. Somehow, he learns that Mimic is there—but doesn’t actually know the stuff that Mimic has done.

Cassie later arrives at the Pizzaplex to search, and ends up meeting David—who has just sort of been trying to find Mimic for a while, so they just accompany each other.

Then there’s MXES, absolutely trying their best to stop these two kids—one that’s just a ghost and still sees Mimic as a friend, and someone who wouldn’t do any of the stuff that he had/that isn’t dangerous.

#FNaF AU #Save tag #Not a quote #David Murray #Cassie #The Mimic #MXES #Security Breach: Ruin #David would be able to sort of see MXES #Cassie releases Mimic and this is the first time that he’s actually seen Mimic be dangerous or something #But he just tries to talk to him

[puppetmaster13u]

 Y’know, I was thinking about like, before the Justice League forms in this au. 

Just slowly rotating Bruce meeting Clark and Diana before they start the league, maybe even help each other out. Need another heavy hitter? Time to call in Clark! Someone mind controls Superman again? Time to call Diana! Need information about some sort of artifact? Diana is there! Want weirdly specific information that no one should know or to get into a place they can’t? Time to call in Bruce! Need a distraction? Boy does Bruce have you covered! Need diplomacy because this alien AI is pissed? Diana pulls on her training as a princess, warrior or not. Need to seem harmless- why, there’s a sunshine alien sweetheart with the same vibes as an overgrown puppy ready to help! 

Honestly it’s a surprise no one has realized they know each other yet, but then again Bruce really embodies being a cryptid and just doesn’t sit still for any potential photos. Sure there are some with Wonder Woman and Superman visible with him hidden in the shadows, but no one outside of Gotham really knows about him. Like I am imagining their friendship being both “two extroverts adopt this introvert” and “we’re coaxing this stray cat with its dozen of kittens over no matter what”

As always, I shall implore you to check out @phoenixcatch7 as this AU is a combo of my cryptid batfam au and theirs, called Possessed Doll

#meat marionette au #batman au #cryptid batman #wonder woman #batman #bruce wayne #diana of themiscyra #diana prince #superman #clark kent #Honestly they're the first to learn about the Tunnels #But Bruce insists it's not a problem or a danger so they leave it be #Little do they know that has put them in said caves' begrudging good graces #Not enough to snatch them thankfully but they *are* Its favorite child's friends #Best friends even! Maybe more but I might make that a poll #Actually what do you think Phoenix my dear mutual and semi co-creator #Gosh I wish I could make a chat or something to discuss this AU lol #Bruce: No one goes into the Tunnels #Clark & Diana: Okay why are you in the tunnels then? #Bruce: #Bruce: If I got adopted by the Tunnels that's no one's business #Omg when the kids first meet Diana & Clark lmao-

[ohno-the-sun]

Monster designs

Been thinking of an au

#sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #moondrop #daycare attendant au #they be cursed #body horror abound #tags for me to remember lol don’t read #they only look like this during the full moon and summer solstice respectively #also ice for moon and fire for sun #obviously lol #moon is less dangerous but transforms more often so danger in that #sun transforms only like once a year so able to hide but super duper dangerous #accidentally killed his mom cause he underestimated how bad it can get smh irresponsible #moon in orphanage sun in higher income house #meet later big stand-off lol #moon with some bad peeps who kidnap people for ransom and sun gets kidnapped #bag over head so neither realize at first #shenanigans ensue #omg bestie you’ve also been targeted by some weird cult ur whole life omg same!! #also poor moon he’s only had one caretaker at the orphanage that knew about the thing and still cared for him #but then they go missing uh oh #oh yeah they need the masks #or else no memory and also they become more dangerous

[total-drama-brainrot]

total drama horror au where after the "contestants" were chosen, chris kidnapped them and dumped them on an island to compete in death games against each other whilst broadcasting it to the masses livestream style. they're forced to comply with their "host" or else their food/living accommodations are stripped away and they're left to fend for themselves in the forest, but participating in the challenges is arguably more dangerous.

each elimination ceremony is taken to it's literal extreme, as the voted out player is just straight up executed on the spot.

the audience think it's some sort of ARG type deal at first, with the campers being actors, but eventually- probably by the first on-screen death- people catch on to it being Very Real.

(chris funds this little 'project' himself mr beast style using his vast amount of tv star wealth, so there's no network/producers that he has to answer to.)

#i imagine the stream isn't on 24/7 but they ARE being recorded even when the footage isn't live #at first the viewers are like “woah this is some impressive acting. how has no one broken character yet?" #especially when. say. cody gets mauled by a bear on stream. people are like “those are impressive SFX 😲” #because they're under the assumption that these are just Really Good Method Actors. chris is transparent about what's going on from-- #the start but the audience thinks it's all fake because Who In Their Right Mind Would Actually Do That Sort Of Thing (chris would) #eventually people start to catch on that it Isn't Fake and that these kids really are in REAL DANGER 🤯😬 #also the challenges are less summer campy and more actively fatal. (the cliff dive stays the same though) #au ends when a rescue operation finally tracks down the island and evacs the survivors (Sanders and MacArthur cameo❓) #it's giving a weird fusion of squid game and danganronpa #i mean he essentially does this in canon anyway what with none of them anticipating being at camp wawanakwa #total drama #total drama au #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)