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NOW IZUKU HAS HIS ARMS BACK..and he doesn't have to worry about not being able to hug and hold the hands of the people he cares abt anymore 🙂 (at least I hope he doesn't 😡)
I really enjoy the ryomina-aikoto solidarity there’s going on, I feel if they were other ship/fandom people would be throwing hands with each other.
I wonder if it has to do with the kind of people these ships attract, or it’s simply how the characters are written (the moonlight trio are important to each other for different reasons, it’s hard to dismiss or dislike the impact a character had on another)
Maybe it’s the latter, I often see people who even though they have a huge preference towards one of these ships, they still end up fond of the other one by proxy, it’s cute. I specially love how ryominers (?) view Aigis as just “ryomina’s little hater (beloved)”
Me rn listening to Oceans & Engines by Niki and then somehow connecting it to kazujun (like the obsessed shipper that I am) and started crying but I had to hold back my tears bc I just got a lash lift and I can't wet my eyes for 24hrs I-
❛ i’m sorry, but i’m just thinking of the right words to say. ❜ // @Kazuma but... Masked Apprentice Kazuma?? 👀👀👀👀
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The right words?
He may have laughed at the statement if he remembered how. If it weren't so cruel in its irony. For the words this man spoke didn't matter when the mere sound of his voice shook the Apprentice to his core.
Every time, without fail. After months of wandering the foggy London streets like a wraith plucked from a ghost story, the feeling of being utterly lost was never as powerful—or as weak—as in this man's presence.
He made the emptiness inside of him better, yet simultaneously worse. As the Apprentice watched him struggle to speak, he didn't recognize the churning depths of his eyes or the thoughtful crease to his brow—and that unfamiliarity ached unlike anything else. Earth-shattering, even though he couldn't understand it. Powerful enough to change everything if only he could remember.
And he wanted to, with a desperation he didn't know himself capable of feeling before their fateful meeting in the Prosecutor's Office only yesterday. But he couldn't. He'd tried. And the same thought crushed down upon his shoulders now as it did then:
What right did he have to something—to someone—he did not know?
He shouldn't be here.
He'd never intended to face him to begin with. With the halls of the Old Bailey dim and abandoned for the night, the Apprentice had been about to leave, too: prepared to spend another night searching for anything that might trigger his memories, if the other man hadn't found him first.
Wasn't this exactly what he'd wanted? No—not this. It was too much. Too painful.
The Apprentice took a step back. Then another. Each one soundless yet stilted as he battled against himself: trapped between a visceral urge to flee, to leave this man behind—and an equally powerful conviction that he couldn't. Not again.
—again?
He didn't...They didn't... Did they?
It was too much...!
In the end the Apprentice moved no further. He merely watched, dark eyes unreadable in the shadows of his mask and cloak. Silently weathering the tempest of nonsensical emotion surging through his rib cage. Waiting for something he didn't understand.
Vivi of Groovy Empire here, what does the Locorocos think of my universe where the Moja are a powerful space empire?
They would probably be just as scared as they are of my Mojyas.
The Locorocos in my AU don't have a good comprehension of evil, as in they don't understand the reasons behind evil actions and they also believe in angels in the hearts of men.
So, they would probably see them the same way.