#mic is that kind of parent fight me

[onskepa]

Hi hi hi!!

Can i get neteyam x human reader? Let's say she was jake's teammate back on earth before he lost his legs. And they had some cool nicknames for each of them. Jake calls her 'bullet' (or anything else you want) and she calls him 'marine' (the way grace always called him) or 'mermaid' (to mock him. Idk you chose). When quaritch appears and kidnaps the kids, she's there too fighting along with him. But she doesn't know these are Jake's kids. When she finds out, she sides with them and saves the kids. At first, Neteyam hated her because initially she sided with quaritch. I need them to have the 'enemies to lovers' trop

Hello sweetie! So I went over your request a couple times. While I love your idea, I hope you dont mind if I did some adjustments to it. Reader will most likely be the same age as Jake, meaning she will be old enough to be a parent herself. So, I thought if it is ok to have it be platonic instead of romantic. I hope you are ok and understand the change of it. Hope you can enjoy this one!

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Swaxpi

The natural sunlight of Pandora blinded the marine for a few seconds. Blinking a couple of times to adjust the sudden brightness. Here she was, in the far away planet that is the ideal of new human colonization. And by god, is Pandora beautiful, almost makes her wanna cry. But she came with a new mission and goals. Now arriving and being assigned under the group section following ex-colonel Quaritch. 

After hearing the news of Jake Sully now considered a traitor to human kind, the marine now needed answers. It isn't like him to just act out like that. There has to be some logical reason. Seeing as he has gone native, it will be tricky to find him. But hopeful with her new position, finding Jake sully will be easier. Hopefully. 

“Our mission is to hunt down the one they call Toruko Makto, Jake Sully” Quaritch gives a brief description of their new mission. Marine stood out among the rest of her ‘squad’ as everyone else literally is 4 feet taller than her and blue. Though she paid close attention, she couldn't help but feel weird. 

But now that the squad is heading out, to look for him in the forest to look for him. And while no success, they did find the old shack at the last battle that Jake had with human Quaritch. Not only that, but to see the last minutes of the fighting in a recorded camera of the old armor, the marine almost didn't recognize jake. He looked feral and angry. 

“That is Jake’s woman” one of the members points out the female na’vi in the recording. “She is an animal,” the other commented. In a way, she did. 

But then suddenly, with a turn of her head she looks at the direction of the forest. “You see something soldier?” Quaritch asks, noticing her looking out. Giving a quick look around her, she shakes her head. “No sir, nothing” she replies. 

Though, she could have sworn she heard a voice. Somewhere near a distance.

The surprise attack was indeed surprising. The recom team captured four na’vi children and one human child. Yet two of the four na’vi children have five fingers and eyebrows, indicating they are mixed. 

“Show me your fingers” Quaritch demanded one of the children, and without hesitation, the young boy flipped his middle fingers up at Quaritch’s face. It made the man grin, but the marine almost wanted to laugh. Why does it remind her so much of jake? 

“You’re his alright” Quaritch comments. The marine girl blinked a few times. Are they Jake’s kids? 

Quaritch takes off the mic neck piece from the child and turns it on. And out comes a voice the marine woman thought she would never hear in a long time. 

“Lo’ak? Lo'ak, do you read me?” Jake Sully. Sounding alive and well. And it seems Quairtch knows it too. Shit, if the kids really are his, it will make the situation tense and anything could go wrong. Yet she is the enemy to them. What on Pandora is she gonna do? Be part of the reason for hurting her best friend's kids or will she go rogue? 

Guns were pointed at the children's heads, neither recom hesitating to be rough on the kids. Especially the little one. “Really sir? They are just kids” the marine girl spoke, her eyes narrowing at her commander. Quaritch shook his head dismissively. “They are the spawn of the traitor. They are valuable so long as they dont do anything rash” he responds. 

She is not liking every second of it. 

The youngest child yelps in pain as the one holding her was causing her pain. “Easy! Damn, let me have her” she tells the big blue off. She grabs the youngest in her hold, still being strong but hopefully softer than how the other was holding. The recom walks away in annoyance. The child however was close to crying. Leaning closer to her ear, the marine whispers “ssshh, its going to be ok. Your dad will come save you soon. I need you to be a big girl and be strong”. 

It sort of seemed to work. Now to figure out how to help the other literal big kids without having her head blown off. She can only hope Jake can get his blue ass faster.

It was night but it was perfect for neteyam and his parents. Yes, they told him to stay put and not move. But how could he stay still when his siblings are in the hands of the enemy? Following quietly, neteyam hid among the large plants, letting the darkness cover him. 

Getting closer, he can see those false na’vi holding down his siblings. He looks and sees tuk, scared yet calm. A human woman was holding her from behind. Narrowing his eyes, neteyam wonders why there is a single human in an all blue team. It won't matter, she along with the others will die. 

So being quick, he managed to kill one false na’vi, however he exposed himself. 

“NA’VI!” one of the recom shouts. Just in time jake catches neteyam and pushes him down to the ground, avoid a flood of bullets. Neteyam knows he will be in big trouble later, but it will be worth it. 

The marine knows she will be in serious trouble later but right now it will be worth it. 

Bullets and arrows were flying around, taking a moment to use it, the marine woman took out one of her bombs and yanked off the ring. Throwing it in the center of where everyone was at. Quickly counting how many seconds she has, the marine grabs the kids and yanks them to a certain direction. 

“Go go go go!!” was all she yelled, pushed the youngest first to the direction where she saw the na’vi. The others followed as she did, counting the time the bomb exploded. Bodies flying all around. The light from the bomb gave her enough sight to see where she was going. However, it was too good of an escape. A sudden and quick sharp pain was felt on her leg. But she couldn't stop to see what it was. Mostly likely she has been shot. By why? It doesn't matter at the moment. 

“MARINE!” she heard quaritch shout. Not looking back she continues to guide the kids deeper into the darkness. 

Until a giant blue body tumbled her to the ground, blade against her neck.

Neteyam hissed dangerously at the unknown woman who kept touching his siblings. He raised his arm ready to kill the woman once and for all. 

“STOP!” kiri shouted, grabbing his arm, forcefully trying to take the blade away from him. Lo’ak also forcefully neteyam to back off from the woman. He looked at them in confusion. “She didn't hurt us! If anything she made sure those killers didn't hurt us any further” kiri was quick to explain. Lo’ak nodded, “yeah, she calmed tuk down and made sure she didn't cry '' he added. 

Tuk wasn't far, “she is really nice! Not like those killers' '. 

Neteyam looked down at the human who was still laying flat on the ground. “Listen, I understand you want to end me. But I am not your enemy. I know I looked like it, but trust me-” the lady’s words were cut by the worried shriek of a female na’vi. 

The kids turned around and saw their parents approaching. Quickly they all ran towards them and hugging them for dear life. Weeping and crying, the parents hugging their children as they sigh in huge relief. “My children! oh thank eywa, you are all safe!” the female na’vi says. After the kids were being checked over, the marine took a good look at the male na’vi. Looked a lot like the recom blues, but also a native. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when the oldest son yanked her up and pushed her rather roughly towards the parents. “The human was there with the demons, holding tuk against her will” Neteyam states. Anger still present. 

“She is not like them!” Tuk protests. Eager to go side with the human woman but jake wasn't letting her. “Please, she didn't want to hurt us,” Kiri adds. Neytiri was ready to kill the human, but Jake gently placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Getting right at the marine’s face, mad yet confused.       

The marine couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle, “long time no see little miss damsel” she says. 

“No fucking way….”

Neteyam didn't know what to feel. One moment his father was ready to kill the human, and now his father was happy and rough housing with the demon. His mother was just as confused as he was. His younger siblings however were happy and enjoyed playing with the human. Maybe it was so late into the night, maybe the thrill was dying down and he was just hungry and tired. 

Yet he cant help but not trust the human woman. How can his father have him accept the demon who held a weapon near his baby sister? Sometimes he understands his mother more. 

“And this I dunked him in the orange liquid! Oh you should have seen his face! He looked like a shaking, crusty chihuahua!” The marine woman was retelling a funny memory to Jake's family. While the kids laughed, neytiri trying to remain a stoic face couldn't help but crack a smile. 

Jake looked like he wanted to die on the spot. 

“Oh yeah? What about that one time when we were in Guatemala? You were so drunk that you were flirting with that bartender” Jake smirks as he recalls another memory from their shared past. The woman blushed but also looking ashamed. “Not my proudest moment,” she confessed. 

“Swaxpi is so funny! I hope she stays with us” tuk giggles as neteyam tucks her in bed hammock. Neteyam gave a surprised look, “why?” he asks. Tuk shrugs, “I like her!”. Shaking his head, he gives her a kiss on the forehead and leaves. 

He was tired but not sleepy, so much has happened in the few short hours. He needed some time alone. So he quietly leaves his family’s hut and out to the nearby area. Silence was perfect. 

Until it wasn't 

Seems like the human woman was also in the same area neteyam wanted to be in. Neteyam grabs his blade by instinct, observing her move in case she does something. “Calm down kid, I will be gone soon” the human woman explains. 

She turns around and her eyes meeting his. 

“Come here, I could use some company,” she says. 

Huffing in annoyance, neteyam walks over to her and sits near a branch, keeping distance from her. It didn't bother the woman. From what Jake told her, his oldest son is more cautious of possible danger and tends to be alarmed often. 

“Swaxpi, your siblings and your mother have started calling me that, I'm not very well educated on your language, so what does it mean? I hope nothing too mean” the woman asks.  Yes, neteyam has also noticed that too. Mostly tuk and lo’ak calling the odd woman hat name. But hearing that his mother calls her that too was very surprising. 

“It means family member…” neteyam replies slowly. 

The woman humms at that. Seeming more relaxed, swaxpi makes herself comfortable on a branch. “I like it, but I find it odd. I only have met all of you in less that a day, was part of a enemy squad, exposing some of your father’s embarrassing secrets and now look. Already seeing me as family-” 

“I don't, you are a demon no matter what. A killer.” Neteyam cuts her off. 

Swaxpi lowered her gaze, her smile faltering a bit. “Call me what you like neteyam, but never call me a killer. Yes, I joined the RDA. Yes I have held weapons. But never ever have I taken a life. Human nor na’vi. I never brought death to anyone” Swaxpi calmly defends herself. 

Long minutes have passed and neither spoke a word. 

“They can call you swaxpi all they want. But in my eyes, you are nothing to me” neteyam declares. Almost trying to convince himself more than the human. The woman however lets her lips grow back into a smile. “Sure neteyam, whatever you say” she replies. 

Yes, neteyam will never call her Swaxpi or anything endearing towards her. She is nothing to him, nothing. 

But if she is nothing to him, why does it feel wrong? 

This took too long that I would like. BUT! I hope you all liked this one. And also hope you guys understand the changes I made. So, until next time! See ya!

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Swaxpi = Family member

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[epickiya722]

Actually, now I'm thinking about it, it's odd to me that Midoriya and Uraraka look similar and maybe that's on purpose.

Round eyes & face

Facial marks (Freckles for Midoriya, blush stickers for Uraraka)

"Brunette" (green hair is considered being a brunet/te in anime logic)

Shorter than the others

Now given that, what if Uraraka "falling in love" with Midoriya wasn't her actually falling in love? What if it was her having a self-reflection and accepting herself?

Further thinking about it... they're practically the same person.

They're both compassionate, kind. They learn to adapt to changes. They're cute, but they're vicious if pushed far enough. They won't give up on people or in a fight. Hell, they both float, use long range attacks, and close range ones. Works in teams of three (Uraraka-Asui-Hado, Midoriya-Bakugou-Todoroki) under a top Pro Hero.

And they both "rival" some feral blond that they don't act "normal" around.

What if Midoriya wasn't meant to be Uraraka's crush but her mirror? Mind you whenever someone points out her "crush" it's not someone you would turn to for love advice.

Aoyama is Aoyama (think about that reveal), Ashido practically ships anybody with anybody when there's no real chemistry, and Toga has a twisted concept of love.

You really think I would trust any of them on telling me I have a "crush"?

There's also the fact that Uraraka herself during her talk with Midoriya says they're both "oddballs". That whole talk during 342 comes off more as someone talking about their feelings about their identity and relating to a friend who feels the same about themselves than supposedly "romantic". When someone is called an "oddball", it means that person is "weird". They're not part of the "norm".

Sometimes it comes off as having different interests, like someone liking the arts unlike the majority of the group who likes sports.

Or it's someone who identifies as queer.

What if these last few chapters of Toga and Uraraka was Uraraka accepting herself?

@darkcircles4lyfe points out a detail that I didn't catch until now in this post here.

In this scene, Toga has a hold of that All Might keychain. We know it's of importance to Uraraka because Midoriya gave it to her. We also know that once before Uraraka snatched it away from her when Toga first got a hold of it during the PLF War Arc. Here, she doesn't do it. Granted, because she's bang the hell up and probably even isn't aware of her surroundings. But on Horikoshi's part, what if that's on purpose? What if here, Toga is taking the keychain as a way of saying Uraraka is finally accepting herself and her feelings? That Midoriya was that mirror she kept looking into and questioning until this very moment?

And let's be honest here, it's not like Horikoshi isn't incapable of writing M/F ships. I just think IzuOcha is a ship he doesn't intend to make romantic because of how underdeveloped it is.

Compare it to Kamijirou and Kirimina, it is pale. Also, make note of those two pairs.

The characters in those ships also have opposing physical features.

Kamijirou - dark and light hair colors, the extrovert and the introvert

Kirimina - Spiky hair and curly hair, sharp edges and round curves

A lot of pairs Horikoshi puts together in which the characters are close (romantic or platonic) have some opposing features to them.

Gentle Crimimal and La Brava - tall and short, dark hair and light hair, one is more hands on and the other isn't

Eraser Head & Present Mic - quiet and loud, dark hair and light hair, close combat & long range

Bakugou's and Jiro's parents - quiet & loud, dark hair and light hair

It's his shtick.

But for Midoriya and Uraraka? They are just genderbend versions of each other!

That's really all I have to say here. And if you disagree, fine. Don't care for the input though, keep it to yourselves. (I say this because some of you are just damn disrespectful.)

I myself don't think IzuOcha is a bad ship, but I just don't think it's a ship Horikoshi has on his agenda. Let alone wants the audience to perceive them as "romantic" but as a "mirror".

#didn't intend for this to get as long as it did #just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #uraraka ochaco #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 395 #bnha 342 #togachaco #togachako #bakudeku

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 12 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *taps mic* Is...is this thing on? Am I back on Tumblr? Lol I was totally going to post this last night but I couldn't log in on any of my devices lol

I need you to be proud of me when you read this because it took all my power to not go full "I'm in Control" and leave this chapter with ALL the angst! Lol Make no mistake...*evil laughs* There is angst but I didn't end it with a cliffhanger that would have y'all upset with me until I wrote the next chapter lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie and Plus Size sub reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Light smut with all the angst, Y/N is referred to a lot as a whore/slut, mentions of aftermath from the last chapter (blood, cuts, bruises), Eddie talks about his trauma with his parents abandoning him.

There is a phone call and Steve's dialogue is in RED.

I'm not going to lie that's more or less the main theme of this chapter is that feeling OF being abandoned. These three are going through it but thankfully they have each other. This, however, is a completely new feeling to Y/N so I think that's why she reacts the way that she does (you'll see what I mean.)

Word Count: 5109

Your eyes remain on the floor as you sit in the principal’s office, numb to his words as he continues to shout at the other boys in the room. Blood drips from Eddie’s fingers as it flows from his knuckles where he repeatedly punched the other student in the face. Steve’s hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking the cuts and scrapes that currently adorned his own features. 

“2 months. You seriously can’t wait 2 months till you’re out of my school to pull a stunt like this?!”, Mr. Higgins screeched. “Mr. Martin and Mr. Martinez, we do not use that kind of language at our school and we certainly don’t write it.”

“Yeah. That’s why we kicked their ass. Because words like ‘slut’ are not tolerated here at Hawkins High.”, Eddie sassed. 

“You didn’t ‘kick our ass’, freak. You’re just lucky we didn’t get to finish.”

“Didn’t get to finish. I’m sure you’ve heard many women say that to you in the past.”

“Fuck you, Munson!”

“ALRIGHT! That’s enough.” Everyone becomes silent again as the principal rises to his feet. “Everyone is suspended for a week and be glad I don’t bar you from graduation.”

“If I may.”, Mr. C clears his throat as he pats Mr. Higgins shoulder trying to calm him down. “Since Mr. Munson and Mr. Harrington were trying to defend a fellow student being bullied maybe for them, we can cut that in half. Three days instead of a week.”

The principal sighs as you feel his eyes swivel your way. “Y/N, my apologies. I forgot you were here.” He turns back towards his colleague when you don’t look his way. “Did she fight anyone?”

“No. She was the one that they…”

“Okay, okay. I get it. Um, fine. Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington. You two are suspended for three days and Y/N, go ahead and head home. Take the rest of the day to recoup and we’ll count it as excused, ok?” Again, you don’t answer causing him to exhale once more. “Maybe…we should call your parents to pick you up…”

“Pfft, good luck with that. We heard they gave her to the Harringtons. How much are whores now a day, Stevie?”

Steve stood up angrily and your teacher quickly intervened. “Out now! And make no mistake, your parents will be called.” The other boys grumbled under their breath as they left slamming the door behind them. “You three follow me.” 

As he leads you out into the hallway, Masie jumps up from the floor she had been sitting on. “Y/N! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I was just surprised… what-what happened?”

“Miss Collins, go back to class.”

Your best friend huffs as her jaw tightens. “No! She’s my friend and I’ve known her way longer these two. Before Steve Harrington grew a fucking conscience and Eddie Munson decided to meddle in her life like she was his personal barbie doll!”

Both men froze in place causing Mr. C to push them forward till he reached his now empty classroom. “Sit. All four of you.”, he commanded. “Except Mr. Munson. Stand in front of me here.” Eddie cautiously did as he was told as the teacher dug into his desk, pulling out a gigantic first aid box. “You’re not a teacher if you aren’t ready for everything.”

He reaches out to grab the metalhead’s hand, sliding off his rings before he begins cleaning the man’s wound. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I had a feeling. Since detention last year, I noticed the three of you hanging out more. To be honest, it was kind of nice to see Y/N get out of her shell.”

Masie scoots closer to you as she brushes some of your hair out of your face with her fingers. Eddie winced as his teacher began wrapping his hand with gauze. “Like almost everyone in this town, I grew up with your parents. Al Munson and I had a few classes together before he dropped out of school. Bill Harrington swung his dick around these halls like a fucking peacock. The original King Harrington for sure.”

He tapped Eddie up before gesturing towards an empty seat and beckoning Steve forward. When the boy didn’t move, Mr. C rolled his eyes as he grabbed his kit and kneeled in front of him to clean his face. 

“Your parents, Y/N, were just troublemakers, I swear to God. I remember one time your dad pulled the fire alarm to get everyone outside just so he’d have an audience when he sang ‘Let’s Stay Together’ by Al Green in a microphone in the quad to your mom.”, he chuckles at the memory as your eyes close and a tear falls down your cheek. 

“After they got married, I guess they decided to put things like that behind them. I never knew Wayne. He had already graduated when we started school and I believe trying to take care of your grandpa. The stories I heard; your uncle always seemed like a good man.”

He bandages Steve’s eye and hands him an ice pack to hold against it. After putting everything away, he comes around to lean against the front of his desk. 

“Boys, your fathers only ever cared about themselves even after they got married and started a family. Y/N, your parents knew they were in love the minute they met each other. I know Bill is over exaggerating this thing here because he needs to look like the good guy so I know the rumors aren’t true. I also know that if you are in a relationship with these two it’s real because you were raised by two people who actually made me believe love exists. You’re not a slut, Y/N, and I’m sorry this is happening because people fucking suck in this town.”

“You two…”, he points towards the guys. “…I have watched grow up, scared you would repeat the pattern of your parents. Eddie, you’ve been in trouble more times than I can count and Steve, while it may sound crass, Masie is right. You were a bit of an asshole.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Today, maybe.”, he raises an eyebrow in her direction as she smiles. 

“Since last year, I’ve noticed a change in all three of you. If this was toxic or bad in any way, I would recommend ending it now but… what I’m trying to say is don’t let these kids or your parents get to you like they did today. You have two more months. Then you can get out of here and do or be whatever you want. Fuck these narrow-minded people.”

Silently, you stand from your chair, exit the classroom and numbly head towards the parking lot. You hear feet behind you before a small hand touches your shoulder. 

“Y/N… you want to come over?”

You aggressively nod at Masie’s question as the tears start to flow more freely now. As she drives away from the school, you hear the boys screaming your name as they try and run to catch up to the car.

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“This…this is my fault, Maze. I don’t know what to do. I just…I just want to go home. I don’t want my parents to hate me.”

“Honey, they don’t hate you. They just…they don’t understand. If I’m being honest, I barely do.”, she sighs. “But I’ve seen Eddie and Steve with you especially after that game. They were so scared those three days you were at home. They asked about you every day.”

“I don’t understand it either. I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted to be left alone! Now I’m ruining people’s lives…”

“Hm. That’s very self-righteous of you.” Your eyes meet hers as you glare angrily at her assessment. “Y/N, you’re acting like Eddie and Steve don’t have minds of their own and can make their own choices. They CHOSE to be with you. They CHOSE to pursue you. I imagine they didn’t have a choice of falling in love with you but that just comes naturally when people are around you.” You smirk as she laughs. 

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course, but I think you should call them at least. Let them know you’re okay.” She reaches for her phone, dancing it in front of your face before you concede and take it from her. “I’m going to go downstairs to get us some comfort food. Take your time.”

“Y/N?!” Eddie answers the phone after one ring. “Baby, is that you?”

“Hey Ed. Is, um, is Steve there to?” There’s silence on the other end. It takes him so long to answer you thought the line disconnected. 

“Yeah, he’s…he’s right here. Are you still with Masie? Is she in the room?”

“I’m at her house right now. She’s in the kitchen getting food for us.”

“Y/N, why are you using our names then if we’re alone.”

“E-Eddie, I…” Your eyes start to tear up again as he huffs into the phone, listening as he talks to Steve in the background.

“Do you know where her friend lives?”

“No. Why the fuck would I know where Masie Collins lives?”

“Steve, something’s wrong. She sounds different and she’s not using our titles.”

“You don’t think…”

“Y/N, tell us where you are. We’ll come get you so we can talk, ok?”

“I-I-I… No.”

“Y/N…Think really hard about what you’re doing right now.”

“I am. I…this is my fault, Eddie. I can’t have you both ruining your futures and struggling because of me. You got hurt! Twice! Steve got cut off. All of our parents are falling apart. At least… at least if they think what they think already at school, Steve can go back to ‘King’ status and you can find someone you don’t have to constantly keep fighting for!”

“What about you, Miss high and mighty? Just going to live with your red-letter A slut badge alone for the next couple of months? What will you be doing while Steve and I will apparently knee deep in pussy and favoritism from the student body and our parents?”

“Did she really fucking say that?”

“Hm. Got real quiet all of the sudden. Come on, sweetheart. I really want to know what the plan is. What’s going to happen to you?”

You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle the cries as you heard the sound of a lighter close on his end. 

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t know? I do. Things are just going to keep getting harder. These kids are still going to pull shit like they did today but you’ll be handling it alone. Some of the meatheads may get some ideas…be a bit grabbier than usual. I mean if you want to wear the moniker so badly maybe you can give them what they want. Steve and I have shown you a lot, haven’t we, princess?”

“Please…”, you beg. 

“…fucking…I can’t…bitch…Eddie hang up.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! I fucking hate this! She thinks she’s doing us a goddamn favor?! Thanks for your sacrifice, Y/N! Now I have fucking no one! I gave you everything and I trusted you! I guess it doesn’t fucking matter now since apparently I’ll be rolling in money and fucking anything with legs…” His voice cracked as he spoke again, tearing your heart in half. “I thought her opinion about me changed. I guess she still sees me as that asshole from junior year. Fuck… I’m so stupid, dude.”

You break as they listen to you cry. Even though they are upset, it kills them to hear the sound. 

“Y/N… if you think we’d stop fighting for you just because you break up with us or whatever…then you aren’t as smart as I thought you were. We can play this game if you want and it will fucking hurt but we meant what we said to your parents. We love you.”

“I love you to, Sir. You and Daddy.”

“There she is. There’s our girl. Tell me where you are, baby. Please.”

You quietly hang up the phone, laying on your side in Masie’s bed as you close your eyes and sob. Thin arms suddenly wrap around your stomach as your friend hugs you to her chest. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Everything will be okay.”

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“Are you sure you don’t want to go to school today?”

“I can’t, Maze. I can’t handle all that today. I can’t handle seeing their empty desks.”

“You should go see them then.”

You shake your head as rub your arms. “I, um, I can’t. I’m going to go see my parents and then see what happens from there.”

“Can’t or won’t?” She nods when you don’t answer. “Y/N, I’m your best friend and I love you with all my heart. That’s why I’m doing this, okay?”

“Doing what?”

She looks out the window before opening the front door with a big grin right as Eddie had lifted his fist to knock. “Please come into my house. My parents are out of town this week but that doesn’t mean you can smoke inside and please no sex at least not on my bed.”

Your eyes widen as both boys slowly enter her home. 

“I may have come upstairs too early yesterday and heard your conversation.”, Masie sighs as she comes over to take your hand. “I’ve never heard you cry like that and it frightened me a bit. I get that you think you’re doing what’s best for everyone especially them but it’s not fair to make that decision for them.” She gently kisses your cheek before reaching down to grab her backpack. “So I *69ed the number and gave them my address. I love you! Bye!”

Eddie smiles after her as she closes her front door and disappears. 

“I like her.”

They both looked awful; like they hadn’t gotten any sleep. The metalhead reeked of cigarettes and both their faces were starting to bruise from where they had gotten hit. You slowly stepped forward, reaching out to touch Steve’s face but the boy quickly pulled back and moved away from you. 

“No. I can’t…handle you touching me right now.”

Your hand recoiled as you blinked back tears. “Leave please.”

“No. Your friend is right. We deserve to have a say in this.”

“A say in what, Eddie?! What do I have to do to get you guys to understand!? I don’t want to be with you anymore!”

The man sighs as he turns towards his friend. “Last ditch effort it seems. She’s trying to hurt us to push us away.”

“Yeah, well that won’t work. She already tore my heart out last night.”

“And you’re still here, Steve. You were right! My opinion of you hasn’t changed. You’re still that fucking dumbass, preppy daddy’s boy I always thought you were! And you!”

“What about me, babe? Go ahead. I’m waiting.” Eddie started moving forward, pushing you with his chest as he tried to corner you. “Need some help? I’m a freak. I’m like my dad…a no-good trouble making bad boy.”

You loop around him as you run up the stairs, his feet heavy behind you. You try to slam the bedroom door in his face but he blocks it with his hand. “Come on, Y/n! I’m waiting.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, I can do that to, if you want. We can go back to how things used to be especially if you want everyone to continue thinking you’re a slut. Let’s be honest though, they are probably going to think that anyway but at least we can still play with you.”

“We can play this game better, little girl. You think you can hurt us to get us to go away?” Steve sat on the bed as he watched you two talk, his tone laced with venom. “You know what, fuck it, Munson. She wants to go back to being our little fuck toy again we can do that. She doesn’t love us anymore anyway, right? RIGHT?!”

Your hair blocked your face as your head hung down to your chest. Eddie stepped closer to you as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper to make sure you fully opened your ears and heard what he was about to say. 

“Tell us you don’t love us anymore. Look Steve and I in the eyes and say those words. As soon as we hear them, we’ll leave. We’ll disappear from your life and you’ll never see us again after graduation. These next two months, we’ll leave you be and won’t even look your way. But I promise you, sweetheart, that won’t change how we feel about you. You’ll always be ours.”

Your eyes meet his soft brown eyes as you collapse in his arms. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed and takes a seat. Moving his shoulder, his palms grip your face as he forces you to look at him. 

“I’m just…tired of people…getting hurt.”, you hiccupped. “These past couple…of nights…I dream about my…parents and how…they called me a slut. When we got to school…I saw what they wrote on the board…and the blood on your faces—”

“I know, baby. I know. It was scary. You’ve been through a lot these past few days. We weren’t looking to start a fight. Steve tried to erase it before you got there but those kids got in his face… they swung first.”

“Daddy… I’m sorry. I don’t think of you the same way I did before. You’re…not stupid. I wish I could protect you guys…I was trying to…”

“I know, Y/N. I just need some time, okay?”

You nod, curling into Eddie’s chest as you cry. “Princess, you don’t have to protect us. It’s our job to take care of you.” He rocks you back and forth as he continues to try and sooth you. “You do so much for us already. I meant what I said. No one has ever loved me or cared about me the way you do.”

“Come on. We should…head back to your trailer.”, Steve sighs as he stands and heads for the van. 

########

You left Masie a note telling her what happened and that you’d see her at school tomorrow. As you entered the trailer, Eddie told you about how Wayne gave him some money and since you weren’t there, he had run to the nearest store to grab some clothes he thought you would like including the pajamas he handed you to get changed into. Steve was silent the entire way home, lost in his own thoughts. 

While the metalhead went outside to smoke a cigarette, an idea hit you. You wondered to where you remembered seeing Eddie’s uncle own collection of tapes, browsing them until you found what you were looking for. 

Without making eye contact, you swooped back into the bedroom where Steve was laying on the mattress. After inserting the tape, you turned to face him, hands laced behind your back. 

“Let’s Stay Together” began playing through the speakers, startling the man as he turned to face you. You smirked as you grabbed a brush on the dresser and held it to your lips like a microphone. 

“I, I'm I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you.”

“Y/N, no. Not right now.”, Steve responds but you can tell its half-hearted. 

“Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together Ooh, loving you forever Is what I need Let me, be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue.”

You grin as he softly smiles in your direction. Eddie, hearing the music, comes in to lean against the doorframe as he watches you dance and sing. Swaying your hips, you move towards him. 

“Oh baby Let's, let's stay together ('gether) Lovin' you whether, whether Times are good or bad, happy or sad Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad.”

After leaning up to kiss his lips, you focus back on Steve, reaching for his hands to pull him to his feet. As you continue to sing, his palms land on your hips as he starts moving with you making your smile grow as your face presses against his chest. He clings to you, threading his fingers through your hair as the song ends and a new one begins. 

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I love you so much.”

“Yeah, baby. Me to.”

***

That night you three crashed before the sun had fully descended, completely exhausted from the last few days. 

The sound of you groaning in your sleep caused Eddie to grumble awake a little after midnight. His hand that was currently resting on your hip casually drifted up to brush your hair back and caress your face. 

“It’s…it’s ok, baby. You’re…ok…”

Your face scrunched together as your body pushed back against Steve’s chest, jostling his eyes open. 

“Wha…huh. I’m here!”

“SH! She’s having a nightmare again.”

The man behind you sighed as his arm tightened around your frame. “We’re here, baby girl. You’re safe.” Eddie’s eyes scanned your face as his friend soothed you, his own thumb gently rubbing against your skin trying to calm you. 

The metalhead scooted himself closer to you, tracing his fingers along your lips as you continued to mumble. 

“Y/N, come back to us, sweetheart.”, he whispers as he tenderly kissed your forehead. As he continued to place soft kisses along your face, his hand slowly slid under the waistband of your panties, cupping your sex in his palm. “Come back, baby.”

Eddie’s fingers gradually dip through your folds, circling your clit as his lips land on yours. Steve’s own mouth sucks on your shoulders and neck as his hands glide under your shirt, rubbing your soft tummy. 

“I love you, honey. Everything is ok. Your Daddy and Master are here.”

Your face steadily began to relax as your body curved into the boy behind you, you hand reaching out to land on the other boy’s back as you tried to pull him closer. 

“I love you to, princess. My beautiful, perfect girl. Can you open those gorgeous eyes for me?”

A soft moan left your lips as Eddie thrust two fingers into your core. “Ed-Eddie?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m right here. Can you feel me touching you, pretty girl?”

You subtly nod your head, still not fully awake and aware. “Steve?”

“I’m here to, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” His hands slid further up your body as he massaged your breasts, rough fingertips playing with your nipples. 

“Can you do what I asked, little one? Can you open your eyes and look at me?” Your hand abruptly clings to his shoulder as your eyes open meeting his beautiful chocolate ones. “There she is. Back where she belongs.”

Your grip moves to his bicep, your other hand holding on to Steve’s under the pillow as Eddie pumped his fingers faster. 

“Please…”, you whimper as his forehead presses to your own. “Please, Sir. Make me cum.”

The sound of your slick filled his room as his hand moved faster between your legs. Roughly, you reached for him, yanking his lips to yours; the move itself startling him as he wasn’t used to you being forceful like that. 

You panted against his face as you came hard, tears flowing heavily down your cheeks as you slowly came back down from your high. The problem was… you couldn’t stop them. You fell asleep into a nightmare and woke up in heaven. Even though it would have been because of you, you almost lost them and for almost a day you had. The love they felt for you, how good they made you feel, the dates, movie nights in, the protectiveness, the way Eddie made you laugh, and the way Steve made you smile… for a moment it was gone. 

“Y/N, baby, you’re leaving us again. Come back.”

You hugged your arms around him, pulling the metalhead as close as you could before tugging at Steve’s hand to bring him closer to your back. 

“Honey…”

“I’m sorry.”, you whispered. “I just wanted to help…”

#######

Your father flung open the front door angrily after looking through the peep hole and seeing both boys on his front step. 

“Get away from my house.”

“We’re not here to cause any trouble. We just wanted to get some of her things so she has what she needs till she graduates.”

Eddie decided before they got there that Steve should do the bulk of the talking, afraid that either he would agitate things or not be able to control his temper. 

“Look, she wants to play adult and live this kind of life she can buy new things.”

“Sweetie.”, he exhaled at the sound of your mom’s voice. “Where is she?”

“She’s at school.”

“Why aren’t you two there?”, your dad asks in a sarcastic tone. “Fighting I’m guessing by your faces. Jesus, my daughter she can pick them. TWO of them it seems!”

“We got into a fight defending your daughter because some assholes decided to call her a slut in front of the entire classroom!”, Eddie snarled in their direction. “Yeah, but we’re the fuckers.”

“Eddie…”, the other boy warned. “Please, sir. Wayne has already done enough taking us in. Let us do this and we’ll be out of your hair.”

Your mom lightly pushes him aside and gestures towards your room. They quickly head that way, grab a duffle bag from your closet, and begin filling it with clothes. 

“Did she not want to come herself?”

“Not exactly, ma’am. She doesn’t know we’re here. We, um…never mind.”, Steve smiles politely as he focuses on his task. 

Eddie softly grins as he looks at pictures along your desk. There were so many images of you and Masie together along your vanity mirror. In frames, you had a lot of photos of you and your family including one of you making funny faces with your cousins in New York. He paused, however, when he moved some things to the side and found some images of you three hidden under some of your school papers. 

“No, please, tell me. I want to hear it.”, you mother sits on your bed as she waits for his answer. 

There was a polaroid you had taken when they were finally able to take you to the beach. The sun paled in comparison to your smile that day as you constantly beamed at them while swimming in the water or pushing your toes into the sand. You suggested a photo and Steve held it up high to get all three of you as you kissed his cheek and Eddie wrapped his arm around your neck. 

“Fun at the beach! 1984 : ) I love these idiots!”

Another picture was one Steve must of taken when he took you to that play. You were wearing a gorgeous blue gown he had bought you. You didn’t know but his friend had spent hours with him wondering the mall trying to find something you would like. Steve kept insisting it had to be “beautiful like her”. In the photo, your back was leaning against his chest and he had his arm wrapped around your chest as his cheek pressed to yours.

“Night at the theater 1983. The play was great but the company was better *Muah!*”

“She’s been crying a lot these passed two days. At first, we thought it was the shock of everything and what happened in school yesterday but… she misses you both. After what your husband did, we were afraid that…even if she came with us…her having to see you two mad at her and looking down on her…it would just hurt her more.”

This photo Eddie didn’t even know you had taken. You held the camera above you both as he slept, his back had a good gleam of sweat still reflecting off his pale skin. Some of your make up had smeared down your eyes and your head was turned, looking at him with eyes full of compassion. 

“Finally saw Dio with this goofball <3 1983.”

“We meant what we said, Mrs. Y/L/N. We love your daughter and I’m sorry but we aren’t going to let you guys break her heart again.”

Eddie grabbed all your pictures and a couple of the frames, throwing them on top of your clothes as he cuts Steve off to zip up the bag. 

“Come on, man. I think we have everything.”, the metalhead mumbled as he started heading for the hallway. 

As they reached your front door, Steve turned around to face them both. “Thank you. Once we get an apartment or something we’ll come back for the rest. Her things and mine won’t all fit in Wayne’s trailer.”

“Both my parents abandoned me.”, Eddie blurted. Everyone in the room froze in place as they faced him. “My mother ran off to protect herself and never came back for me. She knew how he was especially with me and she left anyway. My father chose to continue to break the law instead of shaping up and being a dad. “

“Steve’s parent’s abandon him in that big ass house. For as long as I’ve known him, his dad was either on vacation or a business trip in another country with his mother. When Mr. Harrington is in Hawkins, he’s focused on his own business instead of his son. When we met Y/N, I’ll be the first to admit we were both assholes. It’s always been amusing to me how she thinks she doesn’t do enough for us yet she helped make us who we are today. She’s sweet, funny, extremely tough, so beautiful…I mean I could go on!”, he chuckles before continuing. 

“She tried breaking up with us the other night because she thought it would make everyone happy and according to her best friend it nearly broke her. I want you to think about that while you two are sitting alone in this house. That you would rather abandon her or have her be unhappy then to accept that she’s in love in with two people. That you would jump to calling her a whore then to understand how she’s feeling. She deserves better than that.”

With that he turned on his heels and headed for his van. Steve gave your parents one final nod, silently agreeing with Eddie before following him out the door.

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[chaoticallyfragmentary]

Kita Shinsuke

      Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same

Been having a little Kita brainrot recently, like what the fuck do I have to do to get me a man like him, huh? Karma!! Do your job properly!! I want to be loved, be taken care of, be looked at like I am the fucking sun of somebody’s life  

MDNI, Contains some explicit stuff like Kita eating you out. I’ve tried to not provide too many details but contains kissing too. Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable. It is a female reader this time. 

*Sighs dramatically, Drops mic*

Kita who bites his lip as you look at him in the watered down sunshine and afternoon dust motes, breath audibly hitching as unspoken wants and stolen looks set your marrow on fire, the weight of his gaze on you, an actual caress.

Kita who always corrects people, saying you were not only his first love but his only love, voice soft and sweet that makes the butterflies in your stomach go ballistic.

Kita whose entire face twitches, struggling to fight the smile that tugs ruthlessly at his lips, eyes crinkling as he finally gives in, making him smile slowly becoming your favorite hobby.

Kita who always cups your jaw reverently, turning your face up to place a kiss on your forehead, sometimes the tip of your nose. It’s always innocent, sweet really. Barely lasting a second, his voice soft, so fucking soft as he whispers, ittekimasu

Kita who always considered himself as a fairly intelligent, independent person, teetering on some tight rope between want and need, wanting to be your friend, but needing to claim your mouth in a sloppy, savage kiss, hungry and insatiable.

Kita who finally, after months of holding back, can’t anymore. 

Kita who wants you so badly, he’ll beg, he’ll plead, please, can I kiss you? in a voice that has no sustenance, like a final grasp outwards for sanity, who kisses you like he has something to prove, kisses you like he wants to crack open your mouth and crawl inside, your hands around his neck, his hands in your hair as he kisses you like you are magic and you are desire, fireworks shattering in the sky, his passion, his undoing, like you are his death and he would carve his heart out, if it meant he’d get to kiss you a little more.

“Ah, I think I really like ya,” he confesses, a sinner at your altar, voice wrecked, ragged, torn to shreds. You are so desperate to taste it, taste his desire, him, that you surge forward, control snapping, thoughts outpaced by want as you kiss him, unhurried and intoxicating, bodies flush as time bends and warps, groans and sighs and the sweet languid pulse of desire rolling in a tide between them.

Kita who loves to eat you out, whenever. A taxing day on the field? Darling, would you please sit on my face? Stressful day at work? Love, whispered into your skin, the flat of his tongue gliding over the hollow of your neck. Bad time at your parents’? Come here, a calloused hand sliding over your hip, sneaking beneath the hem of his jersey that you wear, settling on skin, his voice velvet in your ear.

Your fingers card in his hair, breath hitching in your throat as you keen, Kita dropping several damp kisses to the inside of your thighs, Kita dripping with you, pleased, a devious grin stretching across his face. “Shin—” you start, words caught in a stolen breath. Shin sucks it right out of your lungs, nipping at the side of your throat, the drag of his tongue soothing the sting, thumb and forefinger clamping around a nipple. Shin who’s voice always turns hot and overwhelming, your head falling against his shoulder as he grinds his palm against your clit, your whole body lifted onto the tips of your toes, thoughts and words dissolving on an echo of his name, Shinsuke, Shin— you beg, your whines consumed by a rough kiss insistent against your mouth as he hoists you up, pinning you to the wall, fucking you, fucking into you, a too good kind of pleasure, the white hot kind exploding with a force you’d never experienced, turning your body into a pleasure soaked jello. Kita who watches you fall apart with a feral, exceedingly pleased kind of grin before he sinks into you.

Kita, who always works with his sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, Kita who always celebrates your success, your academic accomplishments. Kita who was flabbergasted the first time he hears you curse in french, jaw opening and closing, hinging in a way that was so unlike his careful poise, you burst out laughing, who loves it when you talk to him in french as you ride him, flushed, hands digging into your hips

The first time you let your fingers trail along his hand as you walk, the first time you thread your fingers through his hair, the first time he makes a bento for you, the first time Kita looked unkempt, disheveled hair, ruddy bloom on his lips, loving Kita included a lot of first times, but one thing that never changed, that was one of your every time was the way his breath hitched every time he looked at you, like he couldn’t believe he is yours and you, his

“Hello Shinsuke,” you hum against his neck, fingers wandering his chest in a playful exploration as you both sit together on an armchair meant for one. “Love, everything alright?”

“Uh-huh, can’t I do this when I want my boyfriend’s attention?” He simply arched a brow, a fine tuned language that you were adept at deciphering after years of silent looks and facial expressions, reading paragraphs worth of information in any look he sent your way. That look, it wasn’t just an apology, it was gratitude.

“Darling”, he tugs you closer, hands splayed wide along your back. “Tell me about your day, were any of the clients interesting?”

“Nuh-uh, my day will be good if my lover can take a break from his work and hug his poor little girlfriend, lover” you tease, mouth hovering close to his.

“My bad, let me,” he grins back, placing several open mouthed kisses to your throat. “Am I forgiven, lover?” he teases between swipes of his tongue against skin, threading his fingers through your curls, cradling your head.

That, for some reason strips you raw, pulling at the ragged edges of your being. Kita, Shinsuke, Shin just holding you, safe, warm against him, that moment enveloped in time and space, your own bubble of existence outside the normal passage of time, independent of the forces that pull it forward, you and him, alone and together, at a time that wasn’t quite morning and wasn’t quite night. A horribly beautiful feeling it was, being, existing alongside Shin, that sneaks its way through all your cracks and crevices, the way Shin slips in little kindnesses that makes him so easy to love that fills you up with so much joy and hope, warm and comforting, a touch imperfect but always just what you need.

“Marry me,” you say to his throat, too afraid to say it to his face. He stills beneath you. You keep your eyes closed.

He starts carrying you to your bedroom, your legs wrapped around him, body stiff as a board as he sets you on the bed.

Oh, you fucked up, didn’t ya?

You keep your eyes closed, even as you feel him rummaging around for something, the silence so loud you ruthlessly start to assess your words for the flaw, for your misstep. You fold your arms across your chest, in what was probably too obvious a defensive posture

“Love, look at me,” he pleads and you are a weak, weak woman

You crack one eye open, carefully at first, fighting the urge to hide from finally knowing. Your whole body unwinds, another eye opening,

Here he was, on one knee, holding a ring.

It took most of his willpower to not laugh at the bewildered expression that took your face hostage.

“Sorry love, didn’t mean to scare ya, I was planning fer it. Ya messed up my timing, darlin’. I should have asked ya first. I panicked. So, the love of ma life, ma home, ma heart, I am but a poor poor man beholden to ya, indentured, a servant to yer every wish and desire, so long as ya will have me, so have me love, marry me? Please?”

He couldn’t hear what he was saying, words drowned out by his pulse roaring inside his skull, almost couldn’t hear you, head buried in yer hands as you burst into tears. I love ya

“Yes, Kita Shinsuke, yes” you say on a whooshing kind of breath, voice steady. Shin dragged his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting the motion with a smile that stretches his mouth wide, just as magnificent, just as orbit shifting as you remembered, beaming as an entire star’s worth of light spills from your joy when finally puts the ring on it

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #kita shinsuke #hq kita #kita #inarizaki #hq drabbles #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #hq imagines #kita shinsuke x reader #farmer kita #lovers #reader insert #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Tw: izuku’s self sacrificial tendencies and low self esteem

Izuku being so self sacrificial and just 1000% willing to die for his friends, and really just for anyone, and his friends are so fucking stressed about it :/

Like. It’s so unhealthy, but this kid is just willing to die to protect his friends and genuinely doesn’t understand why it freaks them out. He one time tells them point blank, “I’d die for you” and doesn’t understand why they’re like, “maybe let’s not do that????” He’s just so used to people not caring if he dies, and he thinks that it’s an okay/healthy way to show love and affection

Like, I imagine it is most detrimental with kiri, Shouto, Iida, Uraraka, Aoyama, and tsu. Like kiri is so insistent on telling izuku how manly he is, and how he admires him, and he starts to see how little izuku values his own life and it freaks him out. Like, izuku just doesn’t understand why they’re all telling him to stop and slow down, or why he needs to not jump into fights without backup. But instead keeps telling them that he’d be fine if he died protecting his friends, and it’s so earth shattering to them all

Shouto understands a bit more where izuku is coming from, but he is just so terrified of losing his first friend. Todoroki “ride or die” Shouto does NOT approve. He tries to stop izuku from putting up with bakugou’s bullshit too. He can see how bakugou impacts izuku’s mental health, and he’s the first one to try and separate them and keep izuku out of harms way. Because he knows what being around someone who torments you does to a person, and izuku, who’s so idiotically brave and kind, who sticks his nose in other people’s business for the sake of heroism and wanting them to feel safe, fucking deserves to have the same kind of annoying, amazing, really fucking odd help and support. And if Shouto can provide it, then of course he will

Iida has seen first hand how willing izuku is to jump in to protect his friends-they all have, but I’m talking about the hosu incident-and he’s so grateful for izuku helping him there, but Jesus does it terrify him how izuku just keeps doing it with no regards for his own life. He almost lost tensei, he can’t lose izuku

Uraraka knows how strong izuku is, they all do, but this dude is stressing her the fuck out with his lack of self preservation. She needs her best friend alive, thank you??? She admires him so much in the beginning, his bravery and heroic personality, and that continues, but she’s coming to realize that some of that bravery comes from such a horrible place of not caring if he lives or dies and she’s horrified

Aoyama. The fucking guilt he has right now. Because he knows where izuku is coming from to some degree, and he knows that it’s partially his fault. That if he wasn’t in cahoots with the L.O.V., izuku wouldn’t be so. Like this. He’s not stupid, he knows he’d still be like this. But he wouldn’t have the added pressure of wanting to protect Aoyama, his friend. And Aoyama doesn’t know what to do because he has to help keep his parents safe, but holy shit, what if izuku actually gets killed??

Tsu is rational, but she’s also good at looking at things from other people’s perspectives. But it just hurts so much to see how izuku views his self worth. She understands to a degree, because he grew up with pretty shitty influences (bakugou, the entirety of Aldera middle school, etc.), but she also does. Not. Get. It. She doesn’t want to get it. She loves her friends, and she knows they’re strong, hell, she’s strong as hell, but it’s just terrifying that this 16 year old, who is one of her best friends, who has saved all of their lives several times, is just so. Lackluster when it comes to keeping himself safe.

Mic (because it wouldn’t be one of my rants if I didn’t include my desire for this man to adopt me, but since that can’t happen, we project into also wanting him to adopt izuku) is just so devastated that this kid, a fucking child, a baby has to fight in a goddamn war. This is ridiculous. But just that he’s also so willing to die for literally anyone???? He’s seen where that got Oboro, and fuck if it doesn’t terrify him that, what if the green bean gets irrevocably hurt?? He’s such a kind, and thoughtful, and smart kid, but he’s also so fucking stupid. He doesn’t even mean it as an insult, it’s just so frightening that this child he’s supposed to be protecting is taking it upon himself to try and fix this major issue that has gotten multiple adults, pro-heroes, killed, maimed, and otherwise injured. AND HE IS A 16 YEAR OLD WITH A SHIT LOAD OF TRAUMA. FUCK. And he can’t even do much to try and keep him out of harms way! Hell, the kid isn’t even in his homeroom! But the war is coming and he can’t keep any of the kids away from it, and that’s even worse.

#tw: self worth issues #tw: mentions of death #this isn’t taken from experience haha what are you talking about? #someone: *shows basic human kindness* #me: I want you to know that I’d willingly lay down my life for you #I’m not projecting. i would never. #bnha #mha #izuku problem child midoriya #Todoroki ride or die Shouto #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #dadmic #yamadad #yuga aoyama #iida tenya #kirishima ejiro #asai tsuyu #shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki

[letters-to-rosie]

talk revolution to me: arcane fanfiction playlist

there are few moments more exciting as a fanfic author than when someone makes something inspired by your work. in this case, we have a playlist made by @arrowdite, and in this post, because there were rationales for every song picked, I wanted to respond! the playlist is a work in progress, and this post is, too! thanks again, friend! 💖💖💖

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1. Black Sheep - this is pulled from my regular Timebomb playlist. I think it fits the state we find Ekko and Powder in, regardless of the universe. Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend / You crack the whip, shape-shift, and trick the past again

I really like the lines you pulled out on the past for this one. The vibe of the song, like sonically, is very Powder I feel, and the lines about the past really fit with how I just kind of drop the reader into the story, into Powder and Ekko's relationship in the main timeline, before I bothered to explain how they got like that in the first place lol. Their own lack of understanding about what really happened between them and the other's motivations when they were kids is such a big part of their arc, so these lyrics really fit, not just the ship in general but this... articulation, I guess lol, of them.

2. Run Wild - I imagine Powder listening to this song to hype herself up as she heads to The Last Drop in chapter 2. I think some of the lyrics in the chorus fit her when we first meet her, too: determined, but aimless. I’m on a mission and I won’t stop / No destination but it’s worth a shot

For two, she wasn’t going to go. She wasn’t. But then she got back to her apartment, dumped her bag out on the floor, and saw that stupid green eye staring back up at her. She has nightmares about green eyes, sometimes waking, sometimes sleeping. Her worst ones are the what-ifs—if she had just done something different that day, or any of the days preceding it, what kind of life would she be living? Some of the what-ifs hurt for their immateriality, while others make her happy for what she’s got. And with Viktor, the human manifestation of her meager impulse control, gone for the weekend, Powder put on some music, dolled herself up, and got on the move.

She'd be playing this while getting ready haha, dancing in her apartment and feeling angry in a way she can't express right. She really is wild in that chapter. And that aimless state is so important, because Ekko is kinda right when he says she's not offering any alternative, but that's not even what she's trying to do at that point. Plus, this song is just fun, and I feel like Powder would like it lol. I also really enjoy the Thutmose reference, bringing it back to Ekko!

3. Pathetic - Powder’s opinion of Ekko at this point in the story, revealed when he makes his first appearance in chapter 2. …It's been / 1460 days since we were alright / You're having trouble sleeping and I think I know why / 1460 days since we were alright / But now you're just pathetic, I said it

Okay, I just really like this one hahahahaha like?? I can't even describe what exactly it is about it, but after a couple listens, it just stuck in my head. But considering "pathetic" is a word Powder uses in their fight at the end of chapter 2, it gets that other layer of meaning. The irony here is that Powder doesn't know why Ekko has trouble sleeping—and in Ekko's POV, we see how different that night plays out to him. In her head, he's just this posturing villain, and he is like that a little bit, but she has no idea the cognitive dissonance she's about to inflict on this man. Until later, hehehe. It's also fun to imagine Powder dancing to this one with a hairbrush as a mic. I'm sure y'all get the vision.

4. Pieces Of The People We Love - A character song for Powder. She has lost a lot of people and carries their memories with her, across distance (Vi), change (Ekko), and even death (Vander, Tovan, Mylo, Claggor, her parents…). As much as it can pain her, she keeps those people close to her heart. I think this is one of her strengths. She may not know how to express it, but she has a lot of love to give. Like when her empathy is on display at the hospital; though she doesn’t know the people there, they get to her. She takes them with her. Decides to stop looking away. Start her club. In short, the pieces of the people she loves are what drive her to build a better future. And all our time together is tearing me apart / I can't hold you tomorrow but I hold you in my heart

I remember I was actually really nervous about writing Jinx as a main character, just because I tend to relate more to Vi in canon, but working on this fic led me to appreciating things that hadn't stood out to me before. Jinx literally keeps versions of the people she lost near her because of how heavily the trauma weighs on her. I wanted revolution!Powder to have some of that same energy. The song has this kind of anxious energy, and I feel like that connects well with how Powder feels throughout the chapter. She's really knocked off-kilter in chapter 3, and she has to decide how she's going to deal with not only what Ekko said but what she's going to do with these "pieces of people she loves," and that really is what motivates her. She takes off the blinders and decides to empathize with others. I'm like a proud mom lol I love her!

5. Memories - Chapter 5, Ekko and Powder’s reunion at the community center. How Powder remembers Ekko and how he appears to her now juxtapose each other in her mind’s eye. And it’s reciprocated: Ekko is baffled to see her. I imagine they’re both confused about how to rectify the discrepancy in their minds. My memories came back in the form of someone else / …Why won’t you love me now? Why won't you love me now? / …You shouldn’t be on your high horse, we’re not so stable anymore

Yeah, they were both very confused lmao. They both have very preconceived notions of who the other is, and they don't really take well to the disruption to that. I alluded to it in the notes, and he says it outright in chapter 20, but Ekko really thought Powder was following him lol. And Powder accuses him of stalking her, even though she's able to put together that he went to school in that neighborhood way back in the day and would probably have some connections in that part of the city. She's also very much on a project to knock Ekko off his high horse after he retaliates with that threat. But as the creator of this playlist pointed out in a comment on this chapter, Ekko's not the only one being self-righteous! Plus more Thutmose! Yayyyyyy (for those who might not know, he's one of the people who provides Ekko's voice for True Damage!)

6. Hard Times - Chapter 6, but applies to Powder’s whole situation. “Vi huffs. ‘You gotta stop being so hard on yourself, Pow.’ ‘Tell life to be softer on me.’”

Is this the time to admit that I fully fit into that stereotype that black people love Paramore? I have a friend who's black and Brazilian and apparently the stereotype travels lmao. But I actually hadn't heard this particular song before, and I really enjoy it! Another one for Powder to dance and have a crisis to. But the funny thing about the particular quote from chapter 6 that was pulled here is it was actually inspired by another song with kind of similar enegry? "Softer to Me" by Relient K, because I grew up during a time when "Sadie Hawkins Dance" and "Be My Escape" were big hits, and that band was pretty formative for my teen years. I used to listen to them and Paramore on playlists I made in the late 2000s, so the connection was really fun for me!

7. Same Soul - Another song pulled from my Timebomb playlist. This one is kinda meta. They’re in a different universe, literally, since this is an AU, so it’s like they’re meeting again in different bodies. But it also works in-universe, since they’re meeting again after so much has happened and they don’t recognize who they were to each other. Figuratively—but also, Ekko’s eyes are green now. Would your heart know if I met you in a brand-new set of bones? / …I’m just somebody that you used to know

Also just really love this one, particularly the chorus, and especially the one after the bridge. I also thought of it in connection to Powder's feelings about Vi and meeting her after her years in prison. There are places where I make it explicit that Powder's feelings about Ekko and Vi are interlinked in some ways (particularly the poem at the end of chapter 17). This also fits well with Powder's gradual realization of how different Ekko's life is and how he has different people in it, which comes out strongly in chapter 12.

8. Starboy - This song makes me think of Revolution-verse Ekko. He’s under so much pressure and has to present a particular image to be effective in a lonely, high-stakes role he doesn’t like to play. And from Powder’s perspective, he does certain things just to hurt [her]. Look what you’ve done / I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy

Ekko definitely plays mind games. It's one of the traits I pulled out of his Arcane portrayal and turned up to eleven to make an "antihero" version of him. The first verse of this song I feel like connects to that part of him, and the second connects to the part that is tired of the games that are part and parcel of the shimmer business and take up so much of his time to push back against, even if he dismisses them as uncreative (and even if that comes back to haunt him). Everything he does is pretty much calculated to keep that inner universe steady and keep his head on amongst all Silco's allies as he comes into that more... administrative role. And Powder does see him as having particular tools to hurt her because of their history, as well.

The mac and cheese is baked as it should be. It is Powder’s sole consolation in this stupid, awful world. She ought to be able to enjoy the scene in front of her, but she can’t. Every time she interacts with Ekko, she comes away feeling like trash. Their history gives him a unique ability to make her miserable, and she knows, somewhere deep in her bones, that Ekko isn’t going to let this lie. Their little peace is over, and as long as she keeps coming to the community center, she’ll likely have to prepare for battle on a regular basis.

9. Undo - Chapter 8, the argument on the bridge from Powder’s perspective. You've been pouring gasoline in your living room / Light a cigarette while you complain about the fumes / Who are you to talk? / …Oh, come on, just say something / No, go ahead, tell me, what do I need?

Some of these lyrics kind of parallel a song I am trying to advance as a timebomb song, "Percogesic" by Gallant. But I think the lyrics here— You're so shook when I look right past you So surprised you don't get an answer Guess no one told you, now I told you We're not living in the forties Ain't it weird to feel small 'n stuff? —connect very nicely to Powder not answering Ekko's question at the end of chapter 8, even though it doesn't surprise him. He will get an answer, just not directly, and that's the surprise! But the lyrics in general remind me of them, how Powder is unwilling to give him that power over her; even though Ekko's presence does make her upset, he's far from the only problem she has. As she says at the end of chapter 9, "...she will handle Ekko. But first, she has to handle herself."

10. < Coping Mechanism > - Powder lost a lot the night of the explosion, including Ekko—from her perspective, willingly—to Silco. She sees Ekko as an adversary, but it’s because she feels betrayed. Now that he’s back in her life, she’s forced to look at some ill-timed big feelings in chapter 9. I've wasted so much time / Hating myself for trying / ...Had your eyes locked on someone else / No, you couldn't help it / Or could you?

Somehow this playlist beat me to announcing my headcanon that revolution!Powder would be a Willow fan, haha. Their energies match in my head. Plus, bi solidarity! But anyway lol, the song mentions voices in her head, which is very relevant for chapter 9, and there's this sense that the lyrics are questioning whether the situation in the song is predestined or not. I also like these lyrics for them: Fun fact, I really wanna fuckin' make you cry It just isn't right, so enticing just like you Mastermindin' every fight Rivers flowin' from my eyes No emotion from your side Fun fact, I'm the worst, it's true Fun fact, I learned it all from you I need a coping mechanism now, every night

11. An Honest Mistake - Chapter 9. Powder’s Anniversary feelings catch up to her. My old friend / I swear I never meant for this / I never meant— / Don’t look at me that way / It was an honest mistake

Powder really does see the accident as an honest mistake (because it was!!!), and I haven't written it yet, but there's a reason Powder doesn't see Ekko's expression in the scene where he finds her mid-breakdown. She's assuming he's looking at her a certain way, and she doesn't even know. I love drama lmao

12. Our Own House - Chapter 12, the porch scene. Powder’s group becomes official. It’s the culmination of and launching pad for so many things in Powder’s life, and for Powder as a character. We built our own house, own house / With our hands over our hearts / And we swore on that day / That it’ll never fall apart

The porch scene!! It really solidifies Powder's friendships with her club, and it so much of the politics I've been trying to explore is about that "own house" building. There are a lot of things we can't change, but building solidarity with people around us and working to build something that will take better care of us than the current system does is certainly a place to start. This gets a nice theoretical resonance in a book I recently read for class, Olúfẹ́mi Táíwò's Elite Capture: How the Powerful Took Over Identity Politics (And Everything Else). The theory is doing a lot lol, but he advances it in the hopes of putting forward this idea he calls "constructive politics," which is about building new rooms and houses, as he puts it, where we can create more equal ways of relating to each other and the world. A tall order, but I like to dream big. He also talks about how Pedagogy of the Oppressed was used in the liberation struggles of Cape Verde and Guinea-Bissau, and that is just super fucking cool haha.

13. Zanies and Fools - Chapter 12. The porch scene is such a pivotal moment for Powder, it deserves two songs. It may sound corny, but together, anything really is possible. (This song is a real-life reminder of that truth for me and I get emotional nearly every time I listen to it.) This song also recounts how Chance the Rapper met his future wife and I’m not saying that’s Ekko and Powder but I’m not not saying it 👀 I'm so powerful every time I look at you / No  memory of anything I couldn't do / …Everything will go right as it can / It's possible

It's true! If it weren't, there wouldn't be so much effort put into preventing solidarity on the part of the powers that be. If y'all will allow me a theoretical moment, there's this part in the Bible that says the wisdom of God runs contrary to people's wisdom, and I think that's interesting if we think of that in terms of how often we're told that humans are rationally selfish and human nature is greedy and violent and everything else. Acknowledging this is considered common sense, but we also know from practical experience that people are also often kind and generous, and we can choose to lean into that and cultivate it. Believing anything is possible is considered foolish, but how else do we change things, you know? Outside of the connection this could have to the porch scene itself, there's also a link to the way that Ekko sees Powder as constantly pushing what he thinks is possible, which is why she inspires him so much. They're so cute. Help lol

14. Montage - Chapter 13. Powder reminisces about the childhood she shared with Ekko. Tears soaked, we still make each other laugh / Fabricating a montage of our love / All the things we were gonna do fade away / We grew up and apart and we’re not the same

This one is a little funny to me just because it's so different from the song I chose to quote at the start. But it's a nice little flip side, because where I had a more... I almost wanna say cynical approach to that chapter, not necessarily in the content, but because I was the only person who knew where that moment would lead, it was almost like I was poking fun at it, but that's not how it is for Powder and Ekko. And she does make him laugh! That's how she gets through to him. The idea of the montage pairs really nicely with the play and the curtains that frame Powder's reminiscing in the chapter.

15. Let Me Down Easy - A song from Ekko’s perspective of chapter 13. Ekko expects Powder to tell him to fuck off forever when he offers, but it’s not what he wants. Despite how awful they’ve been to each other, despite expecting rejection, his care for her comes through. He holds her in higher esteem than she believes. I also like that the song mentions lemonade, a callback to the porch scene. It’s not a, a bad time, time spent with you / There’s cool lights and songs with good lyrics / We never have to talk again, whatever, up to you

Lol the lemonade needs to come back to tie things together in the plot. But this is a pretty good summary of where they are at this point. Ekko certainly doesn't think they'll be friends again, and he's willing to give Powder peace even if it means closing the door on the possibility that they could become close later. His care comes through, and he really doesn't expect the slightest bit of reciprocation, but Powder surprises him again (and gets ice cream for her troubles, lol).

16. Get Free - Another character song for Powder. I feel like this one could be Powder’s/this fic’s thesis statement: Not trying to get by / I’m trying to get free

I need Mereba to drop a new album because she keeps clowning us on instagram, and I have complained about this with a friend before lol. That said, I really think the title of the project this song (and "Black Truck," which gets quoted in chapter 25) comes from is really apt as well: The Jungle Is the Only Way Out. That phrase really sums up Powder's journey very well, and she really is trying to free herself from the structures that come more and more sharply into view as she applies herself to helping others and working towards change. And while this can be discouraging, she keeps pushing because she wants to be free. Very relatable feeling. Side note, I feel like "Sandstorm," another one of her songs featuring JID is a good timebomb song.

17. RICKY - An Ekko song. Particularly obvious in Chapter 16, at the hospital. “‘Catch more flies with honey than vinegar.’ Ekko scratches at his scalp. ‘But jealousy makes people do crazy things.’” His success doesn’t secure his safety. He has to deal with people he’d rather avoid or, at worst, would see him killed. But he’s successful because he takes wisdom from multiple—even contradicting—places, uses it the best he can, learns quickly, and doesn’t forget who he is. First they mockin', now they hoppin' / All on the wave 'cause they see me poppin' / Big-big-big large pockets, they start flockin' / Here's what I say when they ass keep knockin'

This is so funny to me lol. For reference, I quoted the title song from the ZUU album in chapter 6, and this is the track that follows it. There are a lot of themes (and I have a lot of feelings about Denzel's music, but this is not the time because otherwise we'll be here all day) about family and parenthood in Ekko's side of the story, so I think this is a good fit, even though it never occurred to me! He keeps things that belonged to his parents close and thinks about them often. Advice they've given him features in his inner monologue as well. But it's also true that people are trying to get things from him, and it's all catching up. (Chapter 16 also has a Denzel Curry song quoted in it, "Chrome Hearts" ft. Zacari and the Cold Blooded Soul Band; extra fun fact, I can rap this whole song lmao).

18. Dancing in a Daydream - Chapter 18. Ekko and Powder see each other at the club, on the balcony and dance floor respectively. This is, admittedly, the more angsty of the song options I had for this moment. I chose it because the lyrics describe a moment as temporary as the one they share. We've reached the palace but I'm betting that it won't last / Bright lights and mirror ball / We might be hurting but I'm ready for the free fall

It's fine if this is an angsty choice, because Powder's pretty angsty by the end of the chapter as she develops her plan to set things straight with Ekko, lol. The dream imagery of the chapter pairs nicely here. The song I picked for it is a pretty different vibe, and so is the song I could have picked but didn't think of in time, Kehlani's "Hate the Club," which is also a nice match. Between the three songs, you can choose your fighter lol. I like the name of this band, though. Fits the vibe, and me lol

19. Ego - Chapter 20. Ekko and Powder have a difficult conversation in Ekko’s hotel room. They’ve both been working on their egos, going by their ability to have one at all. (Thank you for recommending me this song forever ago, btw, it’s lovely.) Easy for me to care and you want me there / …I’m working on my ego

Y'ALL. This is my current favorite song. It has been since I first heard it. You gotta get like almost 4 minutes in before that switch comes in, but the strings and the bass... like it's truly magical. If you have headphones, I recommend using them. Done advertising lol. But that part at the end has nice lyrics for them too, as well as the beginning: Is that you, baby? Check when you're makin' no sense In this hotel bed Feels like, "What are we doin'?" Which is pretty on the nose lol, but I like it, and then toward the end: Don't wanna run Every time I get that feelin', I just rather be stuck Putting my favorite song at the most pivotal chapter, I'm emotional haha. The instrumental catharsis it provides matches the way the chapter is designed to build, too.

20. My Friend - By the end of chapter 20, Ekko and Powder clear the air. They reach a new understanding of each other. You’ve seen me from every side / Still down for the ride

These lyrics also capture part of why they work well as a couple; they work on most of their major issues before they even date, haha. On a more serious note, Powder really does get a real picture of what Ekko's dealing with, and to his surprise, she decides to stick by him and extend kindness. Just like in other situations throughout the story, Powder changes things by choosing to be understanding and kind. Perhaps it is cliche, but Powder/Jinx is a character who feels very deeply. I think it works.

21. Same Heart - You know I had to pick a song by Reed Shannon. This one has themes of reconnection while there’s action out in the streets. The moment Ekko and Powder part in chapter 21 feels like the start of something new, so I thought it fit. Baby, maybe we can do it again / Let’s restart, I’m your friend

In case you didn't know, Reed Shannon is Ekko's voice actor in the game AND in Arcane. As far as I know, he's the only voice actor from the game who reprised his role in Arcane. I love the 2000s r&b vibes on this one, very me. The fun thing is that Ekko realizes his feelings for Powder when he wakes up after the whole... hotel thing, and so there are a couple layers of meaning here. And it was just the night before that Scar was doing the stuff, so there was very much action in the streets! Really fun easter egg-type song to include.

22. Dirty - Caitlyn’s reveal in chapter 22 absolutely gets a song on this playlist. Full disclosure, I’m not convinced this is the one. But I like that it asks the question, “Do you love your neighbor?” because it has multiple meanings here: Piltover and Zaun are neighbor cities, and the rent strike is about helping your literal neighbors. And I like that some lyrics sound like they’re written by a schemer, like Caitlyn. I got a skeleton under the floorboard / I got a secret I need you to keep / …Aren't you fed up yet? / Do you have enough love in your heart / To go and get your hands dirty?

Caitlyn still has stuff up her sleeve in the plot! But she is very much a schemer, both in canon and the fic. Caitlyn's arc is very much about learning how the systems of exploitation that keep Piltover and Zaun in their places operate and using her influence to mess with that. Even if she doesn't get everything from the outset, she's determined to learn from Powder, and she's motivated by love, primarily for Vi, but also for the fellow people who are suffering under the name of the City of Progress.

23. Choose Me - Chapter 27, Powder and Vi’s fight. Powder is working hard to build a life she and Vi can be proud of, but they need different things. Vi doesn’t see what Powder does for Zaun and why, so Powder wonders how Vi can see her for who she is. How can Vi want her? I know there are places that I can't go with you / …I'd rather you choose me every day

OH BOY, there's a reason chapter 27's title has "tragedy" in it. Powder does want to be chosen by Vi, all of her, and not just the parts Vi understands. Vi's own trauma really does prevent her from seeing things from Powder's perspective. There are places she can't go because of how much pain they cause her, and while Powder's working on reaching out more, she wants the same from Vi. At the same time, Vi feels like Powder is choosing Zaun over her in a sense, so it works on both levels.

24. Call You Mine - Chapter 30. “Yeah, she decides later, lying in bed and looking up at the ceiling. She’s going to tell him.” Baby, can I call you mine, mine? / ‘Cause you're always in my mind, mind

This one is so hopeful! It's a big shift after the content of chapter 30, but Powder really is at that point where Ekko represents a bright spot in her life. They've been working to know each other better, and Powder's friends are cheering her on to go after something that would make her happy. It speaks to how sweet these two turned out to be in the fic, which was probably a surprise to everyone (including me lol, since it grew out of things I came up with as I was writing).

25. Hummingbird - Ekko and Powder steal moments when they can, resulting in long text convos and late-night phone calls. Pen pal on the night shift / She’s who I get away with / …And hummingbird, I know that’s our time / But stay on / Stay on, stay on with me / And hummingbird, I can never unsee / What you've shown me

The OG interlude! Even if it makes them both tired, they prioritize each other in those long convos and calls. You could almost imagine this playing in the background while the two of them are shown split-screen talking on the phone, lying in their beds.

26. Like 90s R&B - Ekko spends the night at Powder’s place and already she can’t wait to see him again. Feel like I was only seeking you, already got me feening for more / I spend all my time daydreaming, got me living for the weekend, oh no

I am an r&b girlie, what can I say. This one was a lot of fun! Powder really is in too deep, like the lyrics say. But so is Ekko, haha. I think the song will only fit more as they keep getting closer, getting frustrated with the things that make it so they can't be as open with their relationship as they'd want.

27. Offense - End of chapter 33. Powder announces herself to the wealthy of Piltover with her excellent award acceptance speech. Figured I should say some', but you don't wanna hear me vent / You can talk bad all day long, I will never be impressed / Dunno what I did to make you feel that you be earnin' my respect / …I said it with my chest and I don’t care who I offend, uh huh

Simz always has so much confidence in her music, haha. This song goes really nicely with the title of chapter 33, "polemics in free verse," which implies that Powder is attacking someone else's ideas through poetry. It really fits perfectly; Powder refuses to be taken in by the glitz and glamor, choosing instead to point out the people who make it all possible. All Power to the People indeed.

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Incorrect Quotes Based On What My Most Recent Fic Is About

. . .

Izuku: Mr. Aizawa, you'll be playing the role of my father.

Aizawa: I would love to.

Izuku: thats not how fathers work-

. . .

Deku: I am very small. And I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under...

. . .

Aizawa, pointing at Izuku: dis a son

Aizawa, pointing at Mic: dis a DJ

Aizawa, pointing at Nezu: dis a rat

Aizawa, pointing at All Might: disappointment

. . .

Izuku, staring at Shinso: I am a dumb bitch with terrible taste.

Izuku: I will never change.

Izuku: I will never improve.

Izuku: that is a promise.

. . .

Shinso: h-

Izuku: oh boy, I sure hope no one thought I was straight because oh. my. god.

. . .

Aizawa: hello, son, have you made anyone cry today?

Izuku: sadly, no. It is only 11:00, though.

. . .

Izuku, walking into the bathroom: dad, why are you in the bathroom at 3am? What are you doing?

Aizawa, holding a box of blue hair dye, and a bottle of bleach: something drastic and impulsive because I'm gay and have no impulse control. What are you doing?

Izuku, holding an electric razor behind his back: ...drugs

. . .

Aizawa: I wish you would just admit you made a mistake.

Izuku, stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.

. . .

Aizawa: you know... under that rough exterior, you're actually pretty nice.

Izuku: repeat that disgusting slander again, and you'll be hearing from my lawyers.

. . .

Izuku: everything's going to be fine. Its just a crush.

Shinso: hey Midoriya

Izuku: I love you.

. . .

Izuku: excuse me, I lost my dad, can I make an announcement?

Store Manager: sure!

Izuku: goodbye, you piece of shit.

. . .

Midnight: so whats it like being a dad?

Aizawa: imagine being the parent to a respectful, civilized, responsible, and mature teenager.

Midnight: Okay

Aizawa: now throw that idea through the fucking window.

. . .

Izuku: here's a fun idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, we fight whoever else is under it.

Aizawa: no-

Shinso: mistlefoe

Aizawa: don't encourage him!

. . .

Aizawa: I have the sharpest memory. Name one time I forgot something.

Izuku: you left me in the Walmart parking lot like, three weeks ago.

Aizawa: I did that on purpose, try again.

. . .

Aizawa: you're a very violent child.

Izuku: yeah, but I'm short, so its adorable.

. . .

Izuku: [drops one (1) French fry]

Izuku: nooOOOooo

Izuku: this is all my dad's fault.

. . .

Izuku: sometimes I wish the earth was flat just so I could yet myself into the endless void of space.

Shinso: ...are you ok?

Aizawa: I could just end you right now, would that make you feel better?

. . .

Aizawa: Where's your dad?

Izuku, fresh and groovy: Whats a dad?

Aizawa:

Aizawa: I'll be right back. I'm just getting adoption papers.

. . .

Izuku: [comes back alive after yet another tragic accident]

Aizawa: jeez, you really do have main character disease.

. . .

Aizawa: I'm not a thug. I'm a hero!

Izuku: oh yeah? Name one law.

Aizawa: Don't kill people.

Izuku: ...that ones on me, I set the bar too low

. . .

Endeavor: oh no, I fucked up!

Izuku, deadpan: he said with surprise in his voice, for some reason.

#oh my god we're back again #midoriya izuku #or should i say AIZAWA izuku #haha dadzawa #deku is a cinnamon roll #like a cinnamon roll but extra spicy #gotta give the green bean ✨flavour✨ #mha aizawa #aizawa shota #hes so tired yall #:3 #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #funny #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #im giving them both problems #shinsou hitoshi #him too

[hebimoonlightwrites]

hello there dear! i’m new to tumblr, and i never knew there were such sweet people like you writing wonderful scenarios w/ hypnosis mic characters for everyone! as i was reading through your content, i could tell through your writing that you are very passionate about writing, and you seem like a very kind individual!

i really liked the kind of request that neru-anon requested, i hope its ok if i try this as well! ill try to keep everything brief, as im not a super interesting person to begin with- Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

my name is ryusei, which contains the kanji for flow, 流 and star, 星. i go by she/they (whichever is fine!) and i’m currently 20, and studying music and psychology! im a rather quiet person, but i’ll always be willing to lend an ear if anyone wants to chat/vent! i’m very overprotective in a way thats not too conspicuous, and very loyal to anyone who calls me their friend. in contrast to that, i can hold myself well in a fight, and i’m surprisingly physically strong, but just get tired super quickly… (my stamina is… well… not good) i like smiling, but it’s difficult to express my facial emotions well, so i usually wear a mask in public. i’m an adaptable person, but i get overwhelmed easily, especially when there are too many numbers… i have asd, bpd, and ocd, and there was a point in my teenage years where that severely impacted my social life and academics, so i always like to keep my guard up, but i like to talk a lot so i end up saying too much sometimes-! i have a couple friends, but i’m not a “people person” i guess.

i enjoy listening to a wide range of music and i really love artists like Atarashii Gakko!, 周深 (his voice is so soothing!), (G)I-DLE, Ichiko Aoba, vocaloid, and Hypmic music! you can check them out if you’d like, they’re all very talented musicians/singers!

i’d rather not go into my family affairs too much, as my parents don’t have a healthy relationship with each other which affected my brother and i, so we don’t talk much now. but my younger brother (as chaotic as he may be) is important to me.

i won’t go into my panic attacks too much as i know this topic may be triggering for some people, but they’re usually hard to spot, and people other than me usually can’t tell because of my quietness.

i really like cats! i’d like to own one myself in the future, maybe when i can take care of myself better ヽ(；▽；)ノ i visit cat cafes when i visit japan sometimes, although im not as fluent as a local, its enough for me to book time slots for cat cafes at least!

when i’m in a bad mood, i lash out and break down easily at people, so i have a tendency to self isolate sometimes.

i like… a lot of foods! i don’t like fruit, insects (both in food and in general),and extravagant stuff though… i like coffee with loads of sugar… haha… i dont get drunk easily but im not too fond of alcohol… maybe cocktails but not super bitter stuff. i can withstand smoke but i don’t smoke myself.

i don’t care too much about clothing, but i want to look presentable at least. i do like cute clothes, but i usually go with super minimalistic/vintage clothes.

i like kind people! i strive to be kind myself! i want to be able to mutually help each other with our problems! i have the power to be able to help others, and honestly helping other people is easier than figuring out what to do with my own problems. unconditional love is important to me. i have problems with self confidence, and i’m also pretty hard to read, so someone who could really understand that would be nice. my love language is… physical contact i think? i like hugging and jumping around and stuff, but i dont do that much cause im paranoid about bothering people. i like affection a lot!! i didn’t have a super affectionate family, but i like people who show they care through their actions (and sometimes maybe words?) i would honestly offer everything i have for someone who would genuinely love me, but i doubt even someone in the hypmic cast would be interested… (´；Д；`)

thank you for reading all this stuff hebi! please take care! its a bit late where i am, so i’m going to head to sleep. goodnight hebi! (_ _).｡o○

(sorry for any spelling errors TT)

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Thank you for requesting for this kind of request! I honestly really like playing Cupid's role, haha!♥ Of course the following is only mu thoughts and headcanons, so don't feel forced to think just like I do, okee~? Also, I don't know who are your favourite characters or if there's any you dislike qwq In case i chose one you don't like, please, text me so I can change him to the "second" or the "third" choice at the bottom of this post, okee? Plus, sweetheart, please let me know if there's any mistake♥ Enjoy~♥

Warnings: nothing~ safe here~

⭐𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬/𝐨⭐

⭐Hey, sweetheart! I'm thankful for all the sweet words you told me.. qwq♥ I'm so glad that you do enjoy my writings, as I always try to do my best. My main mission is to bring a smile to people's faces, so I do hope this will bring a smile to yours as well!♥

⭐First of all I wanted to tell you that you seem a nice and amazing person, so there's not really need to be that unconfident, especially when it comes to physical affection! It's true that there are people who are introverted and maybe against PDA (like me, oof..), but as an introverted I can tell that people like you- who likes affection, hugging, smiling- are very appreciated. You can literally cheer people around you up and this is so powerful!♥ As I read your description, I don't hide the fact that I immediately thought about Matenrou and Fling Posse bois; On one hand things about you like studying psychology, being kind of unconfident, dreaming about getting some physical affection, getting easily overwhelmed and getting silent panic attacks really made me think about Matenrou and, in particular, about Doppo somehow..♥ On the other hand things like wearing minimalistic/vintage cute clothes, enjoying music, liking affection and jumping around, being a good listener, liking cats and being actually a trustful and loyal friend made me think about Fling Posse and their friendship, but especially to Gentaro and Ramuda, somehow♥ The fact that you do care a lot about your brother, the fact that you prefer helping others and try your best to be a good person, and especially, though, the fact that you are unconfident or maybe simply do not realize how nice you truly are.. well.. These things really bring me to think that you could kin Doppo- along with Gentaro and Ramuda-, somehow! BUT, we are here to find your other-half, and this isn't surely Doppo, since I do believe he is not that type of man pro to PDA and gets easily flustered.. (but.. who knows? He could get a crush on you~). Plus he's 29, so... ugh.. I know age isn't important in a couple and that love can be for everyone, but we need someone more...! We need someone who would be there for you, who would easily understand you- since you specifically said that you're "hard to be read"- and who's going to love you unconditionally. Someone who would show his affection towards you without any hesitation and problem! Someone who has interests similar to yours maybe.. who does enjoy music a lot, who enjoy food and who's protective of the ones he holds dear! Someone who can understad you fully and maybe even being that good of a partner who'd be able to get the moment when you're silently having a panic attack..

⭐..Okay.. I got my results~

⭐So.. (unless you don't like gambling..).. I feel like Dice would be a perfect first choice! We're literally talking about someone who seems dumb as f##, but it's canon that he has some serious and deep thinking moments, especially when he's alone. He looks dumb, but he's not at all. Just like you, Dice does enjoy music, as he tries to create some using "instruments" like grass or empty cans- even if it's said that he can play piano and violin, oof. Just like you, he does care a lot about his friends and he's even protective of the ones he holds dear. Dice loves his friends unconditionally- even if some could think that he's Gentaro's friend because he owes him money, Dice does actually care about him too. Plus, if he gamble, that means that he has a "not-toxic" relationship with numbers! (jk, Ryusei♥ *hugs*)

⭐So I'm sure that through his energetic and dumb-apparent look, he would be the best of a partner for you! You with your stable-life and him with his risky-life would be the perfect yin and yang. I can already imagine him randomly hugging you or simply poking your face as he notices that your mind is overthinking.. he would get that maybe you're starting to panic silently and would whisper: "Hey... u okay?", with a reassuring smile. After meeting your eyes he would simply open his arms to hug you, especially if he's certain that you need affection. Dice would try his best to cheer you up, especially when he feels like you're having a "no"-day. I can even imagine you both petting stray cats or him visiting you and holding one of your school books like: "Daaaaamn.. how can you even understand all of this?!.. It feels like blabbering!", playing the fool part only to make you chuckle. Even so, he would show how proud he is of you and how much he does really admire you. "How can you be so smart to understand that blabbering?!", Dice would exclaim only to hear your chuckle again. "I.. I like your chuckle, y'know? It's.. cute.."

⭐About the others Fling Posse's and Matenrou's members, well.. ⭐Jakurai: He could be a kind uncle/father to you. Since he's a doctor he could really take care of your "no"-moments, even also hugging you, why not? Plus I'm 100% sure he would be so proud of you for studying psychology! You're going to be one of his work colleague, one of the most amazing one, actually!♥ ⭐Hifumi: Except for those times his fear for women would be evident, he would show his support to you just as much as he does with Doppo! Hifumi is a kind-hearted man so he'd be energetic enough to drive you to be the same and you both would be great friends for sure! After some time, though, I think he would start to learn to "read" you, because he already did it with Doppo~♥ ⭐Doppo: I feel like you could kin him, as I said before. Doppo is the one who paradoxically would tell you stuff like "W-what?! But.. you're amazing, Ryusei! Don't you ever think otherwise. You cannot understand how great you are?!".. I mean.. bruh, you're just like her! But I feel like he would even usually vent in your presence or inviting you to get some coffee together, why not?♥ ⭐Ramuda: Oh... ohhh. Ramuda would be the best at showing his affection towards you, especially now that you're officially a posse~! He would jump around and hug you randomly, but I feel like you would also be there noticing his "no"-moments too♥ ⭐Gentaro: You would have a calm but intellectual relationship with him. Both of you would go to the café, wearing vintage clothes and I feel like Gentaro would appreciate your company, as your dressing style seems similar to his one. He's also a good listener, just like you, so I feel like you could even take a chance to talk to him. He would give you his "honest" advices... oof♥

Top three results:

⭐1- Dice

⭐2- Ramuda

⭐3-Doppo

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[lake-archive]

Drabblecember Day 5 - Sharing Stories

Prompt List - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Gentaro Yumeno, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann)

Words: 500

The challenge they had suggested not long ago was one which had intrigued Gentaro quite a bit, especially since it had been somewhat unfamiliar territory to him. Gentaro had the pleasure of writing many tales, all kinds of. Tales of samurai and monarchs, tales of tragic love and cruel fates, tales of misery and literal irony. But a magical tale taking place within the snowy mountains, ending with laughter and joy, with the presence of elves and a talking snowman? That was something this author had not really tried before. But he was not unwilling to give it a shot.

And so he had, having met up with Ann to present the results. They seemed rather eager, their expression showing more than anything. They were somewhat moving in their own seat, like some kid wanting to show their parents the fruits of their labor. It was rather adorable and he had a light smirk on his face. They did not take notice, unlike many other times. Yet that only proved their eagerness. They were able to look past it, only looking forward to what would come next. And honestly, he was curious. Not just because they are a fellow author.

They aren’t widely known and yet there is an ability Gentaro had always been curious about. How can a person soak up everything around them and create several tales from their imagination? Worlds, characters and plotlines others would take weeks if not months to come up with. They come up with this on a literal whim, as if it was second nature. He had been taking up the position of an author for a while and not even he could comprehend how such a thing was even possible. It would leave anyone envious. Yet it was intriguing all the same.

The stories were always a delight. He would recommend them and was close to offering yet they seemed to be stubborn. How did they phrase it? “Listen, I’m not gonna accept help from my rival. I’ll beat you somehow on my own! Because if you can make it, so can I! You’re just barely older than me after all! So just wait!” Rivals? How cute. He did not see them as such. Not because he saw them as inferior, far from that, but because such a battle was unnecessary to fight. Truth to be told, there was no such battle. 

They have nothing to prove, not to an audience and especially not to him. But he wished to entertain them for a little longer. It seemed to keep them going and he honestly Gentaro himself was very entertained by the situation as a whole. Never had he met such an eager writer, just when he thought he had met them all. This was clearly no mere job, this was passion. And it was more than evident. But what was the hold up? The two of them have stretched this out long enough… “Now, shall we present our stories right here?”

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[the-cryptographer]

For the character ask game; Karsh! :D

Thank you!!!

002 | Give me a character: KARSH

How I feel about this character: GAH! Baby boy!! Hands down my favourite Chrono Cross character. I really love how the game goes about revealing him and his character. Like, you meet him as this annoying midboss with a lot of energetic and aggressive lines. And you’re kind of in conflict with him until you go through the quest to rescue Riddel after Porre takes the manor. And I think you generally feel like he’s a pretty friendly guy, until you start to see all this angst and grief with the flashbacks in Temina and taking him to the Isle of the Damned where Solt and Peppor accuse him of MURDER. And you get juuuust enough flashbacks then to conclude he was probably possessed by the Masamune and didn’t mean to kill Dario. And then you run into Dario in the other world and find out Karsh (this bastard) and the game itself were both LYING THROUGH THEIR TEETH. Long story short- the twist got me good. But I think the twist also makes perfect sense. Like, we get very wrapped up in Glenn and Karsh’s own complexes and guilt and feelings of inferiority in the flashbacks, and I think it obscures a probably very real and intense envy that Dario would probably feel towards Karsh. This is all speculative from here on out but- Look at the lives Karsh and Dario are leading. Karsh is this very brash upbeat carefree only child, with parents who obviously adore him (sidenote: I love all the dialogue we get between Karsh and both worlds’ versions of Zappa and Zippa). He’s living a very priveledged life and, while his job might be demanding, it seems to be a responsibility he feels he’s had agency in choosing to shoulder. Meanwhile, Dario is very serious and stoic. He’s an orphan with a younger brother whom he is responsible for, who is living on the charity of his father’s old friends. He kind of has to have it together, and be the adult in situations, be the best at his job, not make himself emotionally inconvinient to the people around him. To Karsh, yeah, it’s upsetting and disappointing that his crush doesn’t like him as much as his friend, or that he keeps getting second place in jousting touraments. But it doesn’t change anything for him. His life remains safe and untouched. He still has family and friends that he loves and who love him. But I think for Dario how much Riddel loving him (preferring him!) must have felt like salvation - a lifeline and a comfort in a life that honestly provided him with very little of that. And what does he have, if by some fickle chance Karsh and Riddel (and General Viper by association) all decide that actually they like each other more than they like him? I just think it makes perfect sense that he’d be so entirely threatened by Karsh, and resentful of the fact that, for what Karsh is a friendly rivalry, is Dario’s entire network of social support. I think it makes sense that THIS is what the Masamune was drawn towards, not whatever petty romantic jealousy Karsh was having. And I think it’s a total mic drop moment that, for all the times Karsh came in second place to Dario in fighting tournaments, the one and only time they fought where anything was ever really on the line for Karsh, Karsh wiped the floor with him. Cut him down. Threw him into the sea. And now all he can do is regret it. I think Karsh wishes he really had been no match for Dario, and that he had died that day instead. I just have so many feels about him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Glenn. Also Riddel. I like what can be inferred about their friendship between the lines of the game and how, well, even if they refuse to talk about it with one another, they’re still very committed to maintaining their relationship and still willing to lay down everything for one another. I feel like in a different world (lol) they might have been able to make it as a couple. But in a meta sense I feel like pulling it off as an endgame ship might be difficult without turning the narrative into ‘give the boy what he wants’ where the thing he wants is a woman objectified, yanno? I see why people like Dario/Karsh too. It doesn’t quite have personal appeal for me, but I wouldn’t say no to reading some~ Definitely also think Karsh had his baby’s first gay crush on General Viper, but it also definitely went over his head. I think that’s it for dynamics I have any informed opinions on? But Chrono Cross is a pretty ripe field for crack ships and such and I don’t think there’s anything I’m particularly opposed to.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Solt and Peppor! They’re great as a comedic trio, but I also like how serious they are about holding their superior officer accountable for his crimes. I feel like they really care. A lot. I appreciate all the unfounded nice things they have to say about him when they’ve decided they were wrong too.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think to have an unpopular opinion, there would first have to be popular opinions, you know?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: To be honest I’m pretty satisfied with how Karsh himself was written. I think by comparison I wish the people *around him* were a little more fleshed out. Zoah is an obvious one. I wish we had more content to work with about his and Karsh’s relationship as friends and coworkers. Riddel is another one. I think the writers leaned too hard on making her yamato nadeshiko rather than giving her lines and personality in some places. I mean, I do like the idea that for the entire trip to the Isle of the Damned where Solt and Peppor are throwing murder accusations at Karsh, she just stood in stony condemnatory silence. But I do feel it was probably just an oversight on the part of the writers not to give her any dialogue if you had her in the party. Disappointing. I think a terrible and more general thing to say is, uh, I wish Karsh could have been in a different game? For me, at least, there is a huge gulf between what I find interesting about Chrono Cross - the drama at Viper manor. the political tensions between the Acacia Dragoons and warring factions (Marbule, Fargo, Porre, Guldove, etc) - and the things I don’t - the timey wimey alternate universe bodyswap with Lynx and Serge and Kid and Harle. And I think that gulf is kind of exacerbated by a lack of cohesion between the former (which is mainly set dressing) and the latter (which is the game’s main plot) and to top it off spread thin between 45 different playable characters. I really do think the game is a failure as a sequel to Chrono Trigger, which had a much more streamlined plot and a much more intimate cast of characters. But, uh, Chrono Trigger is overall too satisfying and complete to really make me want to write fanfic for its characters. And if you streamlined Chrono Cross in a similar way, well... you’d probably have to nix the Dragoons as playable characters, which doesn’t make me happy either, whoops. So, yeah, kinda wish the Acacia Dragoons had gotten their own game.

my OTP: Glenn/Karsh. I literally just looked at all the Dario-Karsh-Riddel drama and went, “You know what would make this worse? If Dario’s little brother was gay and wanted Karsh to love him instead.” And then I made it so, lol. I am admittedly unsure what the writers intended to communicate by having Glenn overhear Karsh muttering to himself about Dario-murder and then Glenn doing percisely NOTHING about it. But at least for me I like the idea that Glenn is acting out both a strong affection for Karsh and absolute passive aggressive rage - thinking Karsh deserves to stew and suffer in his own negative emotions after what he did. I think it also contributes to the feeling Glenn has where, like, everyone is expecting him to step up and be as heroic and great as Dario was, but he’s feeling like a real failure by comparison - emotional and hotheaded and childish and infatuated with the worst possible person, his brother’s own killer.

my cross over ship: I don’t have one :’)

a headcanon fact: I think Zippa telling Karsh, “Don't worry. Yir ‘illustration books’ are safely stored away,” in reference to her renting his room to Pierre is probably a pretty cut and dry joke about her stashing away her son’s porn mags. But I do like the idea that they are, in fact, sketchbooks, and he himself draws smutty nudes. I think he likes charcoal as an artistic medium <3

Thank you again! Really loved having the chance to write about my Chrono Cross faves. Actually, I miss writing about it. If you'd like (you don't have to) I'd appreciate if you threw me a couple of characters and a one or two word prompt for the fandom, gigas.

#karsh #chrono cross

[set-forth-a-dream]

Just a quick thought on some MHA stuff.

Some people are saying Toshinori is a ‘bad babysitter’ for Eri while Aizawa and Mic are out fighting in the war arc. Because he’s keeping himself informed and watching the news and Eri is right next to him watching as well.

At first I was kind of shocked about it too but then I thought about it more and honestly it’s not such a big deal I think. Yeah she’s only six; but she’s probably a very mature six year old due to all the trauma she’s been through. She’s no stranger to struggle and villainy and knowing this stuff is happening in the world.

Also every able body person has been called in to help. Mirio, Deku, Mic, Aizawa, all of class 1-A. All the people she cares about and who care about her. What is he to tell her? Lie to her? Tell her they went on some sort of field trip? A grocery store run? And when or if some of them never make it back or there are parts of them missing, then what??? She’d want to know how everyone is doing even if it’s scary. As long as they are alive, seeing them give their very best. Knowing everything they sacrifice to protect the people. The full weight and realization of what heroes do.

Watch them Eri before considering becoming a hero yourself in your future if you ever decide that is the path you want.

Besides Toshi wants to stay in formed, as a citizen of the nation under attack he should. Maybe Eri doesn’t really like being alone. She’s been alone long enough. She’s rarely shown doing anything by herself no matter what it is. Someone, be it Aizawa, Mirio, or the kids from 1-A are always around. So even if she very much had the option to be alone and color while listening to music or playing with toys, she’d rather choose to be next to Toshinori while he worries and stresses about what is being reported on the tv. Maybe more for his comfort than her own. Or maybe for both their comforts.

Just imagine:

someone, whoever the high and mighty ‘I can watch children better’ try hard person coming in there accusing him of being so wrong for letting her watch the news of the war with him.

How *dare* he further ruin this child’s childhood by taking away her ignorant bliss of what is going on! What made him think this was okay!? She’s only six! And she’s already been through so much! Didn’t he see anything wrong with letting a six year old watch this violence!?

Cut to Toshinori having a very repressed but vivid memory spark up behind his eyes about when he had been Eri’s age. The government and people literally at war with everyone. Trying to control or accept quirks. People were mistreating others everywhere you turn. If you had a quirk you were a freak. No one could trust you. Almost instantly labeled as a bad person. But if you didn’t have a quirk you were weak. A ‘dying breed’. The government was too busy trying to control peoples powers and putting regulations on them they neglected to stop the social stigma and discourse in the schools, streets, and even in homes. The constant out breaks of attacks. The people caught in the cross fire. The despair he saw from both sides. And god knows whatever happened to his parents that left him replacing them with Nana and (somewhat) Torino.

He blinks away the memory and says, “No. I don’t see anything wrong with keeping her safe, loved, and informed about her new family and friends. No one did that for me when I was six.” Then he promptly leaves to silently shed a few tears and feel bad about letting Eri watch it anyway. Just a little bit at least. Because he couldn’t do anything to make it better, it’s all out of his hands now. 🥲

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A new chapter is out!

Some very intense moments between James and Sev take place. I hope you'll like it and let me know what you think.

30 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#4

Prooooompt!! When Sev gets bullied by a group of kids, James is forced to look back and confront his own past behaviour. --- I'd love it if Sirius and Remus are there, too, and I'd love for Lily to get angry at some point. I kind of see this happening during the time where Sev and James' relationship is not so good (which is a very ample period of time, lol), but feel free to modify the idea as you want.

Thanks so much for this prompt, I really loved it! Wish I could've managed to include everything, but I'm delighted you still liked it so much.

Also, shout-out to @evilbeanghost for reading it beforehand and helping me see I was fretting over nothing, hahaha. Thanks, dear.

Also on AO3.

Looking in the Mirror

I. First Warning

It happens during his first week at school and Severus is paralysed by terror as he waits by the headmaster’s door. His fears are confirmed when not only Lily but James, too, turn the corner. He is in big trouble. For starters, he had no idea they would call any parents after just one fight. In addition, he has thrown the first punch, so the bruise blossoming on his own cheek had been written off as self-defence and he is the only one facing serious consequences.

He wants to cry. He wants to run. Instead, he digs his trembling fingers in the wooden bench. As soon as Lily is close enough, she crouches down. Her fingers brush against his unscathed cheek.

“Oh, Sev, what happened?”

“I reckon it’s pretty obvious,” James snaps coldly, stopping just behind her.

See the full post

31 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

I saw this picrew on my dash earlier today and thought it was really cute.

Tagging @hklnvgl, @napo-con-fritas and anyone else who wants to try it out.

42 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#2

Fic Rec Friday (BNHA edition)

Endeavor-centric

Just Watch Me, by WhiteWinterDragon (WIP, 13k). Rei disappears and Endeavor must take care of their four children.

Splitting Rocks, by iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid (one shot, 22k). Endeavor gets trapped in a time loop.

Aizawa-centric

All Might's pen pal, by xweapon (complete, 27k). Erasermight. Aizawa sends a drunk email to All Might as he falls for Toshinori.

Gold, the colour of fear, by RedResin (one shot, 2k). Aizawa comforts Eri after a nightmare.

All Might-centric

Been Seen, by siriusfan13 (one shot, 1k). Pre-canon. "Being seen and being noticed are not the same thing. Yagi Toshinori knows this well."

Learning to Trust, by siriusfan13 (WIP, 86k). Gen, whump and hidden identity —not much else I could ask for. All Might wants to get to know the UA staff before revealing his identity to them. Lots of Aizawa and Present Mic as well.

The Torrid Affair of All Might and Yagi Toshinori, by speedwagons-glorious-mane (WIP, 3k). More All Might trying desperately to hide his identity.

misconceptions, by h1lo (one shot, 631). Nana's first impressions of Yagi Toshinori.

When Baby Birds Try to Fly, by pillowspace (one shot, 4k). Nana & Toshi, before she gives him OFA.

Let Them Eat Cake, by academiccockroach (one shot, 13k). Orphan Toshi bites (a lot) as he meets Nana and Gran Torino for the first time.

Breaking Down, by FloFlow (WIP, 13k). Nana deals with her own demons after abandoning Kotaro when Toshinori gets sick.

56 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Two truths, one lie

Tagged by @supermarketcrayons, thank you!

My favourite sport is football.

I've never been in New York.

I have a green thumb.

Feel free to guess!

84 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #Seriously that's the tag game with most notes? Anyway #Glad to see House Potter keeps going strong #It's so cool one of my fics made it to the top 5 #And the BNHA rec list got so many notes! Good; those stories deserve more comments #*

[lizajane2]

Outer Banks 2x06

And all of a sudden people treat him like he's their best fucking friend. Like they didn't just believe he killed the Sherriff less than 12 hours ago.

"All that work for nothing."

"Fullproof."

Uh it actually worked just busted the wrong guy out.

Aww Topper made her breakfast in bed... I need that in my life. Breakfast in bed. Not a Topper. And a red flag went off when he offered her the phone.

Ward is really taking JJ's advice of "Deny, deny, deny," to a whole new level. He's practically drowning in the river. He should be arrested for fabricating and accessory.

"You know what they say about being in a hole? Best thing you can do is stop digging." Mic drop.

"Someone had to save your girlfriend." And right back around to being an asshole. Low blow, Topper.

I can't believe Sarah just... Girl, that ain't just your boyfriend. That's your husband, hubby, mate, partner in life and death. All that. I felt like she didn't wanna tell Topper cause she still has some unresolved feelings for him. Not saying she's not in love with him just still cares about him deeply and didn't face that. She just jumped to the next guy.

Kie's a great gal, she is but her change in emotions really give me whiplash. Damn.

"Did I raise you to back down from a fight boy? Now, I didn't think about it before. I admit that. But now... now? I'm interested."

Hey, Anna! Mike! Maybe you might wanna learn how to be supportive parents. Mr. Heyward can be your teacher.

You're gonna sit here and tell me no one noticed a man getting out of a trunk? I know they have cameras in a carwash now.

"Yeah, I can handle it. I don't really need you, so..."

Me when I first found out about Pope being a descendent of Tanny:

I honeslty should've seen it coming.

"I put him through enough already..." Yeah, which is why you should've been honest not hide the fact that you married John B.

"And Pope's giving me the silent treatment for not being in love with him," I'm sorry what? if the roles were reversed you bet your ass a teenage girl would be doing the exact same thing. I think you can be a little compassionate Kie. Dude's been in love with you for a year and you expect him to go on and pretend everything is fine and dandy?

Ward telling Rose, I won't choose between my kids... tells Sarah the same thing but chooses Rafe instead. I'm also going back to the fact that he said, "Rafe knows you're my favorite."

Everyone really underestimates JJ. He's pretty fucking smart for being a complete dumbass 90% of the time.

People who love Rafe, I get the appeal, but I always come back to the way he talked about nature. How everything is always killing in order to survive and he's not wrong but it's the smirk, his tone that tells me he finds some kind of peace in it...

"Oh, boy. Ward Cameron." You know that judge didn't even sound surprised.

"You think I wanna miss this." Ooof not one of your best moments, JB. Not cool. I think he could've at least kept that comment to himself.

Okay maybe it's just cause me I don't have a dad, never grew up with one but Ward tried to kill John B twice, murdered his dad and Peterkin, those two mercs, and Gavin. He framed John B for murder, and she expects him to feel compassion in that moment?

#outer banks #outer banks season 2 #john b routledge #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #jj maybank #pope heyward

[0613magazine]

221010 Proof Collector's Edition

RM

Between the past, present, and future, which one do you think of as most important?

Of course it’s the present and it will be the present in the future too. Future (미-mi, 래-rae) comes from “Not yet’” Mi (未) “come” Rae (來), something that doesn’t come immediately, and in the end something unclear. Past is something that has already passed. I believe that we have to live considering the present as most important. I think that if we don’t live in the present, you can’t live in the past or the future also. 

The word “past” what does it mean to you?

When you open an old drawer, due to the air that was trapped in there, there is a hint of musty smell. That isn’t so bad. When I go to my parents’ house or grandmother’s house, or open the drawer in the room that I used to live in the past, I can smell it and there is this thing that wakes me up. It also brings back old memories. I think ‘Past’ is kind of like the smell you smell when you open old drawers like that. You stand from a far and say ‘Oh yea, there was something like this’ that kind of word.

It seems that you think special of the scent of wood.

Even all my drawers are wood drawers. The more you use wood, the more touches it receives, it wears out smoother. I really like the word patina and I like furniture that has its patina intact exactly the way it was. I think that is the characteristic that the material wood has. 

What is your first-ever memory?

My first memory is around when I was about three. I remember living on top of a hill where there were a lot of villas and multi-family houses. At that time, my father and mother ran a baby food business. In the evening when my father gets off work or on the weekend, thinking about it now, it was very dangerous. While driving the motorcycle, he would put me on top of his lap and deliver baby food across the hill. Back then it was just fun, it was fascinating too, when you go down a hill there is no obstacle in front of you. I was told that even though it was dangerous he took me around because I liked it so much. I have good memories of that time. 

Is there something you miss from life back then?

Relationships that are made without calculations. A relationship where you become friends by just asking “heard you are so and so who lives at so and so?” When I was young I was able to establish such an equal relationship with one sentence. With the friends that I met at the playground before entering school, I had chicken fights (t/n: a game where you go around eliminating each other with one leg while you hold the other leg up. You are eliminated when the other foot touches the ground) and climbed the jungle gyms. When I was in school, with just one sentence, “I am so and so from the classroom next door, I heard your name a lot.” my friend’s friend became my friend. When I became RM, everyone knew me, people could have stereotypes, so it was hard to create a relationship on equal footing. There was already an asymmetrical part about information about each other. Going through various people, I decided to close the door of my heart. So I have times where I miss those pure equal footing relationships that I met when people didn’t know me well. 

What is your first meaningful place/space?

The computer room that I had when I lived in Ilsan around when I was 13 or 14. In the house there was a separate computer room like a study. It was a small remnant room that would only fit a table and a computer. In that tiny room, I spent most of my time there. I bought a mic for the first time, recorded, and wrote lyrics. I think that room gave me the concept of ‘my own space’.

While living as BTS, do you think there was a change that made Kim Namjoon, as an individual, more clear or faded?

I studied Carl Gustav Jung’s theory and learned about Persona- Shadow-Ego, while doing the ‘LOVE YOURSELF’, ‘MAP OF THE SOUL’ series and talking about the messages of the album.

So as the ideal way of living based on my thinking, I thought that if I live separating my persona, RM of BTS, and myself as Kim Namjoon, I can live a better life. But instead, there were more times when Kim Namjoon and RM was identified as the same, and it found its middle ground and merged. Wanted to project the experience I got as RM onto human Kim Namjoon, and wanted to incorporate the thoughts I had as Kim Namjoon into RM’s music…I’ve been interacting and sharing influences like this. Hoping that one day it can merge a bit more like a lunar eclipse. If there is more overlap, I think I might be better at living this life that isn’t so normal. 

How similar is your usual self in real life compared to the BTS member (you are) shown to the world?

About 70~80% similar I think. I’ve been living a life where I was open about myself. I thought about the risks that the choices would bring but still, I tried to share a lot of the things I am experiencing. In a way, keeping it mysterious could’ve been more comfortable. But I wasn’t the type of person who is able to make a character by saying I’m going to create my character. I think I’m just going by my own flow. 

What is “myself as it is” like?

Just a 29-year-old who is greedy as others, whether it’s materialistic or its ambition for achievements. A person with a lot of goals and thoughts like ‘I’m going to do even better, going to be an even cooler person.’ I am honest about short-term goals and desires but also personally also have a hope of leaving something timeless in the long run. I think I am living while fighting in between those. To do that, it requires so much effort and that’s a bit of hassle for me. But that is also who I am.

Is the current ‘Me’ and the past ‘Me’ different?

It’s very different. In the past, I only chased the future, Since I felt that I was unhappy in the present. Now, I have a vision to look at myself. I think I can explain it this way. When something happens I deal with it by looking at it from my own perspective. I think I became a little bit more of an adult. Guess you can say, skills you need as a person living in the society? I think I strengthen myself in those kinds of things.  

Looking back, what was the darkest moment for you?

There are moments that I have mentioned and moments that I didn’t. There were moments that I almost felt like literally going into darkness. The thing that helped me get over it in the end was time. If I don’t lose myself and continue to endure it, that can turn into a blessing in disguise or give a lesson in one way or another. It’s an obvious saying but I don’t think there is a more fair truth than ‘in the end, when time passes, everything will be resolved’. I realized that I can only get out of that dark tunnel if the time passes.  

During the day, what time do you think it’s your time for yourself?

For me, my time is separated exactly into two, time I am alone, and time I am not alone.

In your mind, how old do you put yourself as?

I think I am about 31, 32 now. I think endlessly of how I would look when I turn 31 or 32. I have been doing that since about two years ago. The image changes every time I think about it. I think it’s constantly changing from receiving influences continuously from the environment that is surrounding me. So, at one point, I started not using the word “never” 

Who would be the person that would be able to talk about you well the most?

I think people around me are able to see me well objectively. I don’t know what I say or do unconsciously. Those who have watched me for almost 10 years up-close watched all my dramatic changes. So I think the one who can give the most detailed answer about that kind of person I am would be those who share the same code as me, the ones who are closest to me. I think they would be able to explain about me better than myself. 

It seems that you have a lot of friends that you have spent a long time with.

I did have a lot but I don’t have a lot left anymore. If I think about if it’s really necessary to have a lot, I do think 3 or 4 might be enough. But I also think having an attitude of ‘I have these friends so I don’t really want to meet new people’ is not good in terms of relationships. I believe it’s important to be open about relationships but also think precious and grateful of those with me. Closed but somewhat open, a person who lives in such a flexible way, wouldn’t they be most prosperous. 

What do you like to be called the most?

My family calls me “Joon-ah”, “Joonieya’. I like being called that way because it makes me think of my childhood self. As the ones who see me completely as human Kim Namjoon is my family. So when I am called this way, it makes me feel ‘I am still immature’ ‘I still have a side of me that is like this’ giving a bit of innocent pure heart.

Which color do you think best describes you?

Blue. Even for paintings, I like blue paintings. Blue is often used as an adjective. In the past, blue was the most expensive pigment. So I think even historically, blue felt special. Due to that reason, it approaches to me a bit more special. In the past, I liked black and white. Blue is the first saturated color that I like. I especially like indigo and ultra marine. So I like artists such as Yves Klein and Kim Whanki who use a lot of blue.  

If you were to put yourself as a scent, which scent would it be?

Not sure. I am not sensitive to scents. But if I were to choose, I like a woody scent that smells like wood. A smell you would smell at Buddhist temples. It’s natural and makes you feel good just enough. I also like the smell of the body lotion I have been using for the last 5 years. People told me that I go well with the scent. 

If there is something in life that is an indispensable existence, what would it be?

I definitely need to have family and friends. If I were to think broadly, nature. I get stressed if I don’t get to see grass, trees, water, or even nature that is human-made. Next, I need to have books and music. Also, need things to do. It’s tiring trying to embrace all of that, but I think I was just born this way.

Is there something you have been constantly telling yourself recently?

“Right now, what do I want to be like?” There are times in life when you are unsure how you want to be shown right now. Have a lot of those moments. To choose the choices that fit my standard, I think a lot about those thoughts. On the contrary, that worry can make me anxious.    

How fast in km do you think you are going right now?

60~70 km? Speed that is not too slow, not too fast. Cars go and stop, go and stop. They would drive 100km on the freeway and go 50 km locally. Like that, I have times when I speed up myself, and times I get dragged. Wonder how many people would solely go by their own speed, unless they are living on a deserted island. 

Do you have a belief that you uphold firmly?

‘Empty vessels make the loudest sound’. Based on my observations, your inner self needs to be full. Whether it is a person, a job, a direction, or an opinion, if your inner self isn’t full there are times it feels like there is no essence. Even in short phrases, it feels like the essence contains a whole thunderstruck inside. My talks tend to get long since I am still young and my thoughts are not organized (laugh), people who I respect or admire tend to only talk about the main point. They must have put so much thought into putting the core point in such short words. I don’t believe that I am putting my belief into action. I am still young so I do think it is still ok to be a bit noisy. However, in the future, I’m saying I want to be a person who isn’t noisy to myself. 

If there is something you are focusing on these days, what would you say it is?

Visual art and music, I am focusing very hard one those two. At its core there is intellectual play. For me, intellectual play is very big. Studying isn’t fun but that’s also why I started.  

Art history is very vast and long. If you get into art history, you need to know about architecture, philosophy, history, and also literature. So as a result you have to learn a lot of culture. Thing with history is that it is a mixture of correct answers and wrong answers which makes it more interesting. 

I think that if I follow all those histories like art history one by one, there might be truth that penetrates the period. Liking visual art is continuing to do my own mental training. Even decades after an artist’s death, if you stand in front of their work, it would still give the full excitement from the person’s expression that is still alive. And I often think that artists are like a fighter who fights in solitude alone. Music gives joy of immediate reaction. It’s a completely different type of joy, 

Is there a thought you always think about before going to sleep everyday? 

If I can’t go to sleep quickly, the only thought that comes to my mind is ‘I really need to sleep right now.’ Then I continuously think, ‘It’s going to be a problem if I don’t go to sleep right now ‘ a lot. But honestly, if I was thinking this at 3 am? Then it’s already over. (laugh) I would be able to sleep if I didn’t think about those thoughts. I think humans are so weak. Since they aren’t able to get out of it if they start thinking about one thing. So I would force myself to drink a little bit of alcohol or shower. That is how I try to relax my body.

When you think of the word ‘Dream’ what is the first thing that pops up in your mind?

Miyazaki Hayao’s <Castle in the Sky>. I really like this movie. When I watch that, it makes me think that the place I want to live is there. “I am going to accomplish something when I am 40” Honestly those things, it doesn’t really matter to me whether it comes true or not. What’s more important is the thought of ‘I have a dream’ That’s good enough. I think dreams are like <Castle in the Sky> or like a heat haze you see from afar.  

Are there any characters from a movie or a drama that you would like to resemble?

I want to live like the main characters from Miyazaki Hayao’s animation. Not that I want to live in a fairy tale but I want to live with having something child-like. I guess I am socially mature but still want to be a child who hasn’t been spoiled yet. In <Thus Spake Zarathustra>, Philosopher Nietzsche describes the 3 stages of the human mind: camel, lion, and child. A child in that sense. I want to live like a child who can live satisfied everyday without being jealous of others. I think I might have too much greed to become like that though but to at least be somewhat like it, I am practicing to speak it out. 

If you were to look at life as one road, how far do you think you came now?

I think I just barely went over one hill out of many other hills. Life is so long, I have a long way to go. They say people now live about 130 years, then that means I have to do something for the next 100 years that is left, So I feel like I just went over one hill.

If there is a door at the end of this road that you are passing, what do you think is behind the door?

The door is probably ‘30 years old’. Honestly I am scared of what’s behind the door. I feel like there would be something that even though I am afraid of it now, if I go past it it won’t be much. For example, the interest on us would go down, then the baton would be passed to somewhere which I am afraid of. Because I don’t want to let go of it. Once I let go of it it wouldn’t be big of a deal but I am afraid. It’s not that I would suddenly fall somewhere but just another step will open. Even so, I guess because I am a human, while being afraid, I am also waiting for it.

Do you think you are currently standing in a crossroad of change?

I have always been at a crossroad of change. I just think that I don’t know where this change will take me. So I put my best effort into the present. I feel like if I try my best to indulge in the things that I love right now, this would take me somewhere again someday. 

Do you believe there is a predestined fate?

There are times when it’s good to believe that there is fate and times when it’s good to say that there isn’t such a thing as fate. I am believing it just enough. I think it’s too cruel to day there are none, I just think there is probably something like it. 

If you were to make a documentary about yourself, which song do you want to put on ending credit?

There isn’t one yet. I think it’s normal that there isn’t one. Since I believe that there is so much of me left still, there isn’t one. I need to live in the present. But if there is a deadline in my life and I was told that I need to make ending credits, that my movie is over, then I will have to make one. While saying “Wow, how am I going to do this!” (laugh)

What are three key words that can define you?

WORK, LIVE, BALANCE. Exactly just these three. The most important one is balance. I always think about balance. I try my best to balance out these three.

When was the “Moment of Proof”?

Until now, I think I lived clinging to the word “proof’. So in a way I thought it was unfortunate because there is no end to proving. The moment I think that I have proved myself , people will agree with it and immediately require a new proof. So I think that proof is unsubstantial. Whether we get no.1 on Billboard Chart, receive big awards, for some that still doesn’t prove it. Looking back, the moments that I thought ‘if I just do this, it will prove it’ did not prove anything at all. In the end, no matter how much I think about it, I don’t think I had a specific ‘Moment of Proof’. For me, just starting music was the start of proof, the moment I became BTS, all those moments were a moment of proof.

Not to the world but is there something you want to prove to yourself?

There is a lot. If I can look back later and see that I did more things that were good than harm to the world while being born on this earth, I think that would be a kind of proof to myself. I think while living, just by eating and trashing we are doing a lot of harm to this planet. But if I can inspire people through things I do, maybe that can give a room for offset a little. Whether it offsetted or not, I’ll know when I look back later. If I don’t have big regrets, if my feelings are a bit comfortable, then I think that’s the moment I proved to myself.   

Do you tend to put effort in trying not to be swayed by the world’s standard?

Although the standards of the world are changing fast, I think there are truths that don’t change. Realistically, if I were just trying to adapt to the changing world it would be too difficult. But I don’t think I can earn the truth easily. Truth is something you can get by paying a valuable price like time and effort, and also you have to learn it yourself. I believe I’m going by following milestones of respectable adults that I put as role models. So I think it’s ok to be swayed a little.

Personally, what is the most meaningful album out of the whole BTS discography? 

I think members would all answer the same but <LOVE YOURSELF 轉 ‘Tear’>. First reason is, this album could have been postponed indefinitely or could have been not released at all due to internal circumstances. Second, I know this album has received the best reviews from the critics, not that ratings are important but it’s an album that we put our soul into each song and people recognized it. At that time, there were a lot of lyricists competing and I wrote fiercely so I wouldn’t fall behind. Like its name, it’s an album written with tears. And because this album exists we were able to move onto the next. 

If there was a song that was most difficult in <LOVE YOURSELF 轉 ‘Tear’>, which one would it be?

‘Outro : Tear’. It was a unit song and this song’s production was difficult. The recording was difficult as well. It was the song that required the most soul. A song that is possible if you were fully immersed into it. With the same meaning, ‘FAKE LOVE’ went the same as well. Rapping was hard. Honestly there wasn’t a song in that album that was easy.

Intro: Persona

What does this song mean to you?

It’s the song I wrote most honestly. I wrote thinking much and without being bound to anything. So I think it may be the lyrics that are like myself the most. If I look at it now, there are parts that are not so good but back then I had no choice but to put those words. If it was now I would write it differently. 

What is your favorite part of this song?

The last chorus lyrics. “Persona, who the hell am I, I just wanna go I just wanna fly’ It’s a lyric with nothing. But back then, it was like that. That was it. ‘I just wanna go I just wanna fly’ is a lyric even an elementary student can write. But other than that there was nothing to write and that was very fun. There were other good words but there was nothing better than that which could explain my feelings the best. I think it’s the most ‘child-like something’ that I am after.

In the lyrics is there a part that hits you differently now?

Now I feel distant from the entire song. This song is a trace of that time. If you tell me to write this song again now, I don’t think I would choose a difficult beat like that. I think I would write it bluntly. With a little more refined and filtered lyrics. Back then, I think the raw feeling itself was the best choice.

What can your persona of now tell your persona of that time? 

I don’t think I would be giving any advice. Just, “Do what you wanna do” about this much. If you interfere with the history it can mess up, so you have to just stay still. That is the truth. 

If there is a persona of you that you want to show in the future what would it be?

Music with the timelessness that can be heard over time regardless of the trends and that kind of me. For example, Yoo Jae-ha, Kim Kwangseok sunbaenim’s songs are contemporary even if you listen to them right now. Even if the sound quality is a bit poor it still doesn’t sound like an old song. This kind of song resonates the same for the younger generation. I believe art is the same. If you were to ask what contemporary art is, for example, for me, Monet or Gogh is contemporary. I don’t mean to say ‘I like things from the past’. Of course, right now, I try to see a lot of works that are being produced at the same time. Since I want my contemporaneity to continue even after time passes. So I have my own definition and contemporary music that I want to make. A grand persona is easy to make a fuss, so there is a possibility that it’s an empty vessel (laugh) but if these empty vessels continue, one day something that is full will come out.

If you were to release a part 2 of this song, what would you choose as a title?

Since all my personal work that would be released in the future would be all my story in the end. So all the songs will be part 2 and 3 of Persona. In other words, all the songs will be the persona of that time.  

Stay

What does this song mean to you?

This song is a special song for me. During the planning stage, there were many other candidate songs that had a different vibe than the current song. The title of the song was also ‘Whatever’. But this song came out based on the melody and lyrics Jungkook wrote in a different direction. In the end, it became a better song and got recognized by others. Since the song was made during such a confusing time, I think the emotions of that time melted into it well. As a result, I think it’s a ‘good’ song.

Is there a personal standard for a ‘good song’?

I think the standard is me. ‘Eternity’ is one of the criteria, and there are songs that still have a certain smell or inspiration even after the time passes. I think that is a good song. 

Is there a point that adds more charm because the song is a unit song of RM, JIN, and JUNG KOOK? 

First, it’s a song in which Jung Kook wrote all the melodies, so I think it was able to show another charm of Jung Kook very well. Also, the combination of me, JIN, and JUNG KOOK is a combination that we have never tried before so it’s more special. 

It’s a song that was made during the pandemic, is there something new that you realized at that time? 

I realized a lot of things but now I can’t remember. Now that the pandemic is coming to an end, the thought that it’s really nice to have a daily life comes up to me big. Daily life during the pandemic wasn’t something I chose, it was chosen. 

What does the pandemic period mean for you now?

Going through that time, my own personal time has increased physically, and I have been able to think and reflect a lot. So I now have a clearer direction in how I want to live. It’s ironic but I can say it was a compass like time.

Going through that period, if there was something that comforted you the most what would it be?

Exhibitions and books that I have seen as much as I wanted. When I was busy, I lived with the books out of my hands but after the pandemic I piled up the books and started reading again. It was also nice to be able to spend longer time with my friends. As a result, all the times that I was able to live completely as Kim Namjoon, and not RM, has comforted me.

Is there something new that you have discovered about yourself recently?

That I am a multifaceted person. I like this and I also like that. I like Monet’s work and I also like Yun Hyong-Keun’s artworks. So the people who I feel are interesting and amazing, are those who say ‘I have found my own path’. When I see people who have somewhat defined themselves, I am curious and want to talk to them. Another thing is the yearning for what I create to be a work that can be hung anywhere for a long time. Recently I went to The Museum of Modern Art and saw Cy Twombly’s work and it caught my heart. Guess you can say, non-verbal aura? But in the end, the reason I was able to discover the new side was because the work was hung somewhere for a long time and I was able to look at it continuously. I have newly discovered that, that yearning was firm.

What does the album <Proof> mean to BTS?

I would say probably the album that wraps up season 1. At one point you have to put an end to one thing and that moment is right now. Some might feel sad but we are closing it with our own hands and opening a new door again with our own hands. I think that is meaningful.

English translation by: bomharu1230 Photo credit: mahoneysuga

#2022 #bts #rm #proof collector's edition

[junheedz]

*taps mic* good evening, gamers! i'm super excited to be here for dazzle's opening night and equally jazzed to introduce you to kwon junhee, better known as jason, 5ummit's lead vocal, lead dance and center!

as is good practice i present you a meagre offering of a sparknotes version of their past under the cut and a link to their profile here — no plots because i ran out of time :,( but i'm very happy to figure out something personalised just for your muse and junhee, just leave us a like as a little show of interest!

i'm not great with tumblr's dm system, so if you have discord or twitter i'd greatly appreciate switching to there for any in-depth plotting! if not, that's a-okay, we'll make it work anyway.

you can also find me writing sol.etude's jihan over here!

trigger warnings for a mention of parental neglect and the consequences that come with it.

i'll be using any of the big three pronouns for them interchangeably since junhee is nonbinary, but for work purposes they very much go by he/him and right now i don't think their gender identity is all that much at the forefront of their conscience.

the second child of trot star kim eunju and her producer husband kwon joonho. his primary caretakers were his paternal grandparents since his parents were usually busy with work.

dealt with a lot of parental neglect growing up — or, perhaps the point should be to emphasize that they didn't. for most of the part, junhee tries to avoid dealing with as much emotional baggage related to her family as possible.

junhee was a lonely child and prone to picking fights with his grandfather and older brother. their grandmother was the one family member who never had a hard time connecting to junhee, but it still made for a pretty socially isolated and emotionally difficult childhood.

originally didn't mean to go into the entertainment industry having seen how self-absorbed and selfish it made her mother but was scouted on the street by a smaller company at 16. becoming an idol was whatever to them at the time, but it was a ticket out of their home situation so they went to the audition anyway — and got into the company.

lost their grandfather soon after. as difficult as their relationship had been, junhee knew that he'd been very supportive of "junhee doing whatever makes him happy", especially in the light of their mother being vehemently against the idea of perhaps having to share the spotlight with her child. training became a matter of honouring their grandfather after that.

would've been on the roster to debut under their old company anyway but when auditions for top five opened they were encouraged to apply just to give their company and future group a little bit more press alongside two fellow trainees (who did not find the same kind of success on the show).

wasn't a crowd favourite from the get-go but by the middle of the show it was pretty clear that he'd have to mess up big time not to be voted into the debut line-up. they had a bit of a magikarp arc where they were pretty mid but learnt very quickly and showed not only consistent improvement but also a lot of patience and enthusiasm, even with trainees that were generally considered more "difficult", so to say.

and now he's here, about to debut! baekho hasn't changed much about the image they left top five with, the human golden retriever-turned-hellhound on stage thing works great for junhee and takes very little acting on their end — which is great, because junhee is many things but a good actor is not one of them.

at a first glance junhee is super easy to get along: good-natured, patient, usually smiling and eager to please. she also has a host of really badly processed anger issues that very rarely come out to play, but when they do they usually have really bad consequences and junhee hates hates hates what their anger makes them into.

they're still super new to the entertainment industry as far as being an actual someone (tm) goes. everyone remotely famous they meet is a big deal to them and if a senior voices praise for anything he does he will remember it for the rest of his life.

making friends is… a little harder? junhee wants friends! they want friends very badly, actually! but it's a little scary to get close to others when you know you harbour this big, ugly rage monster inside you and you're still trying to cosplay the winner of a prestigious survival show and survive debut prep— you kind of see where i'm going here, right? junhee wants to make friends, but right now she's also very overwhelmed and scared and only just learning how fucking draining idol work truly is.

it's a learning curve. they're on it. call them magikarp junhee because they'll learn super fast and then they'll evolve into the gyarados of making friends! their words, not mine.

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Modern!Hero OCs

What kind of jobs would our beloved heroes have in a Modern/No Quirks or Powers AU?

Stormchaser: Sorami would work as either a weatherman for a popular news station or a member of her family's company. Either way, she's a girlboss. If anyone has any other suggestions for her, please let me know.

Chargeman: Shukara would definitely still be a wrestler. Still full of pride, still full of confidence. That is simply the life for the God of Fighting. But when he's not wrestling, he is a celebrity personal trainer.

Demoman: Akio is a construction worker because that's the most fitting for him. While he tries to stay focused and do his job, he sometimes gets lost because of an alluring woman named Kuroneko.

Splendor: It should be obvious. Joou is obviously a businesswoman and a powerful one at that. Running two of the country's most successful businesses and having plans to expand her family name into other fields can be quite stressful on Mrs. CEO, but luckily she has her husband to soothe her.

Power Lady: When she's not training for or competing in the Olympics, Chikara is a fitness instructor and part time personal trainer. Hell, she might even be a semi popular fitness influencer (mostly bc wlw are attracted to buff women and she happens to be one).

Jack Frost: I could honestly see Yukito working as a private investigator. He probably specializes in investigating organized crimes and criminal enterprises.

Superstar: Hibana keeps the same secondary careers she has in canon. I imagine she's a frequent guest on Present Mic's radio show and maybe opens up her own nightclub so she can perform her new songs there.

Phoenix Knight: I see Lancelot either being a blacksmith, an engineer, or a mechanic. Anything that has to do with tools and building since that's a huge hobby of his. Or he can be an art teacher at an elementary school, maybe even the one his children go to.

BeatSonic: Another who gets to keep their canon secondary career. Kokoro is more of a freelance DJ, but that doesn't mean they're cheap. Pay them a pretty penny and they'll put together the most stim inducing track you'll ever hear.

Persephone: Sakura does two things: she manages her family's flower shop chain and she's a successful restaurateur that specializes in plant based dining. Her restaurants are very popular among vegans.

Queen Amazonia: Merida is a gym teacher. Yes it does bring back PTSD flashbacks bc her asshole of a dad was a gym teacher but she's not going to repeat history. Yes someone has mistaken her for a bodybuilder and yes she gets hit on by milfs during parent teacher conferences.

Helios: Sol is either a lawyer or Yukito's partner. Either way, it's something in the field of law that isn't a police officer (unless it's a police themed stripper lol).

Selen: I could see Phoebe as the following: an online influencer, podcast host, and TV show host. Idk it just fits her and I would listen to her podcast.

Eos: Akemi is definitely a criminologist who is tired of capitalism and people trying to hit on them even after they've stated their aroace.

Miss Order: Arisa is also a criminologist who wants to make the world a better place and wants to help others as best as she can.

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