#my younger seld

[imaquotee]

She has bite marks on her tongue,

by the words she has never spoken.

Because she still has the scars

of the words she decided to tell.

-by my 14-year-old self

#mine #written by me #my writing #quotes #overthinking #old poem #my younger seld #feelings #thoughts #expresion #writing #finding yourself #my poetry #my poem #short poem #short quotes

[selvyyr]

╰┈➤MASTERLIST!

╰┈➤CURRENTLY WTITTEN FICS

Lucifer morningstar:

•[THE SOLVERY]V!READER:chapter one,chapter two,chapter three,the cuties!

•[THE GLIMMERY STAR] STARLIGHT GLIMMER!READER(PLATONIC):chapter one

•[THE SHOGUN] RAIDEN!READER:chapter one,chapter two

•[GRACENESS OF THE OTHER UNIVERSE..]GRACE!READER:chapter one,chapter two,chapter three,mindy,The sweet dream,selfishy duo,the fellow little graces

[My dear justice]Focalors!Reader:Chapter one

Hazbin hotel:

•Little miss fortune!Reader(platonic)

•Little miss fortune!Reader meeting the overlords(platonic)

•Little miss fortune!Reader in heaven(platonic)

•Columbina!Reader as overlord(+lucifer,lilith,charlie)

•Rarity!Reader with hazbin hotel gang

•Self aware!Hazbin hotel (headcanons)

•self aware!Hazbin hotel and heaven to reader coming to their realm

•Self aware!Hazbin hotel reactions to reader singing(headcanons)

•Self aware!Hazbin hotel being able to enter reader's realm(headcanons)

•self aware!Hazbin hotel with sleepy and tired!Reader

•Hazbin hotel gang reactions to cyn!Reader(headcanons)

•Hazbin hotel gang with fluttershy!Reader(headcanons)

•Seld aware!Hazbin hotel seeing some sinners who don't see reader as their creator(headcanons)

•Self aware!Hazbin hotel with reader who sees them as her children(headcanons)

•Self aware!Hazbin hotel with reader who reminds of charlie(headcanons)

•Hazbin hotel with male!Reader who is the overlord of darkness/shadows (headcanons)

•Hazbin hotel gang with doll!Fem!Reader(headcanons)

•Self aware!Lucifer & Adam being reader's favorites(headcanons)

•Self aware!Hazbin hotel and self aware!Genshin impact(headcanons)

•Self aware!Hazbin hotel reaction to reader being teleported in middle of the final fight(headcanons)

•Adam with miss circle!Reader(headcanons)

•Adam,lute,sera and emily with miss circle!Reader(headcanons)

•Self aware!Hazbin hotel reaction to reader's ex boyfriend trying to kill reader(headcanons)

•Hazbin hotel with batman!Reader(headcanons)

Fundamental paper education:

•Columbina!Reader as music teacher(headcanons)

•Miss circle x fem!Reader(headcanons)

•Motherly!Teacher!Reader(headcanons)

•Zip with introverted!male!Reader(headcanons)

•Oliver with male!Reader who always keep eye on him(headcanons)

•Troublemaker trio with reader who have no energy and tired(headcanons)

•Reader who is very smart but not really good in physical competition (headcanons)

•Furina!Reader with older sister focalors who is teacher (headcanons)

•Zip and abbie with reader who is like Furina(headcanons)

•Abbie getting saved by male!Reader(short chapter)

•Oliver with cinamoroll!Reeader(platonic,headcanons)

•Oliver with desginer teacher!Chiori!Reader(platonic,headcanons)

•Abbie with Smart!Reader who lets him copy their tests(headcanons)

•Miss circle with fashion teacher!Velvet!Reader(short chapter)

•Abbie with gn!Reader confessing their feelings for him(headcanons)

•Teacher!Reader with younger sister who's scared of being getting killed by reader or the other teachers(headcanons,platonic,oc!)

•Miss cricle x gn!Reader(dating headcanons)

•Miss circle x fem!Wife!Baker owner!Reader(headcanons)

•Abbie and oliver with reader who fight back against bullies(headcanons)

•Alastor!Fem!Reader(headcanons)

•Jealous!Miss circle x reader(headcanons)

•Abbie with reader who sacrificed themselves for him(headcanons)

•Abbie,Oliver with reader who puts wealth in wealthy and don't talk alot(headcanons)

•Miss circle x wife!Oliver's aunt!Reader(headcanons,extra oliver platonic headcanons)

•Teachers with cyn!Reader(platonic,headcanons!)

•Oliver with rival!Reader(headcanons)

•Zip,alice with miss circle's daughter!Reader(headcanons)

•Braiding oliver's hair(headcanons)

•Miss circle,miss bloomie and oliver with zombie drone!Reader(headcanons)

•Miss thavel with wife!Reader(headcanons)

•Claire with emily!Reader(headcanons)

•Miss thavel with blind!Daughter!Reader(platonic,headcanons)

•Miss grace & Miss circle with sleepy!Fem!Reader(headcanons)

•Miss grace with stressed!Reader(headcanons)

Murder drones

•N with touchstarved!Reader(headcanons)

•Doll with murder drone!Reader(headcanons)

•Uzi,n with reader who's visor is broken(headcanons)

•Cyn with tessa's little sibling!Reader(platonic,headcanons)

•N with reader who protects him(headcanons)

• N with reader who doesn't know how to express their care and love(headcanons)

•Doll and alice with reader who saved them from dying(headcanons)

•Doll with reader who's the opposite of her(headcanons)

╰┈➤THIS MASTERLIST IS FINISHED!

╰┈➤OTHER MASTERLIST!

#fandoms #Selvyyr answers #fanfic #masterlist #murder drones x reader #fundamental paper education x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #Sagau #Self aware #Headcanons

[cheriihoney]

My younger seld wildin rn for drawing homestuck with improved art skills. Ngl i wanna do more fun stuff with troll!jack

#my art #sunny day jack #sdj #sdj au #sunny day jack au #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj jack #homestuck au #homestuck

[betasuppe]

I WILL DO ANYTHING TO KEEP MINA ALIVE! NOK PLS! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! THEY REALLY ARE MY COMFORT CHARACTERS AT THIS POINT! I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY!!

I promise that right now I'm in a better mental state & I'm not intending to kill off Mina for good BECAUSE... I have an idea.

Lemme put it this way... I was never really satisfied with the ending I had in place. Everyone is happy in the present, but I feel like something was missing & I was trying to figure a way to make it better. Now at this point in my AU, this is how we get up to this situation & how things change after it...

[Deets for newly revamped AU under the cut - & don't worry, Mina & Emmet are happy together in this despite her dying... uhhh, just read below & it'll make sense, I promise!]

So starting in what's going to be the current AU I've been working on, let's just say that after Ingo's back in Unova & starts regaining all his memories - both from Hisui & his life as a Subway Boss before all this had gone down -, he realizes that despite his seemingly perfect life, his younger brother is not in good shape & needs desperate help.

After being casually dismissed by Emmet after raising his concerns, Ingo turned to Mina to ask for her help. He feared she'd push him away to support her beloved Champion, but she admitted she's very worried for him & wants to set things right before it can go any worse.

So, Mina & Ingo team up to help Emmet. Ingo first broaches the topic that his brother needs help and that he & Mina are here to help him. After the conversation starts veering a very different direction, Emmet totally misunderstands the situation, feeling like Ingo has stolen Mina to his side & has corrupted her against him.

Ingo has always been everyone's favorite. It never bother Emmet, he was always fine with playing second fiddle, you know? But... that all changed when Ingo was sent to Hisui & the whole world began obsessing over the "better" brother. & now Ingo's stolen away the one person who truly cared about Emmet, that is when the rest of the world was obsessed with the vanished Subway Boss.

The discussion turns to an argument, which turns into an amped up pkmn battle. Em's anger & sadness at the whole situation was blinding him to what mayhem he was causing with his team. Ingo was busy just trying to keep hinself & his team safe, while Mina tried to get through to Emmet & stop his rampage.

But one disastrously timed move later, as commanded by Emmet, broke too hard & too fast & took Mina down with it. After realizing what had happened, Emmet snapped his attention away from the battle immediately & ran to her... but the damage was already done.

Cut to Ingo racing over to their side, when Emmet venemously spits out that he was better off with his older brother & that he should just go back to wherever the hell he came from.

Whatever relationship the twins had was severed in that moment & in his grief, Ingo fought his way back to his home... & he returned to Hisui for good.

...

After some miserable days & nights later, Emmet's left to himself, a broken shell of himself, realizing he caused two irreversible disasters... to which he would never be able to fix. Not only did he push his brother away for good, but... the extensive damage Mina took from a move he ordered his own pkmn to do proved to be just too harsh for a human to endure. Now, Emmet's left completely on his own with the horrific understanding that he was the cause to all of this.

There's no way to bring back either his wife or his brother & he falls into a dark, dark place for some time trying to cope with the life he's unwillingly crafted for himself.

He abandons his title as Champion & hides away from the world, knowing he's damned his own seld & is ready to suffer for his unintentional consequences & heartbreak.

... eventually tho, he starts to seek answers rather than simply drown in his sorrow. He pours himself into research, & Em digs through pages of history. He realizes that tho he cannot fix what he's done or absolve the guilt crushing his soul, he can at least try to stop any of it from ever happening.

What if sometime far later, Emmet found the legendary Celebi. The two are frozen in wonder of each other as the pkmn wordlessly communicates to him, offering that he is only able to fix one of his mistakes, as both actions will impact each other.

Knowing his life took a drastic turn when Ingo vanished & that he already had a nice friendship [& a distracting crush lol] with Mina at that point, Emmet knows what he has to do.

So, imagine that Emmet is whipped into the more recent past, finding himself at his brother's side ordering coffee from a smiling red head... just as things once were.

He gets another shot, another chance to do things right while retaining all the memories of his past life. Emmet's still determined that he needs to save Ingo from being vanquished to the past and that he needs to win Mina's heart to truly have succeeded and let his previous disaster of a life be worth something, if nothing else, motivating him to do the right thing!

...

.......

But then, what if, just maaaaaaybe, in trying to keep Ingo in the past & getting wrapped up in romance with Mina much earlier on than before, all three stumble together into the trap that took Ingo on a harsh ride to the past? & they all end up in Hisui?

?????????????????????????

#asks #em&m #in other words #HEAVY ANGST #but more more fluff! #brotherly bonding #falling in love again #but champion emmet knows what he lost & is determined to not lose his most prized belongings #his relationship with his brother & his darlingwife's love #same old champion emmet #filled with guilt & sorrows #but striving to be better & do better #& now in hisui :D #second chance au

[irongreyinstancechromegreenmeal]

i wish i could be something more other than this. i wish i was better. i wish i could just pick myself up, or perhaps just let someone puppeteer me around.

some days I wish bad things wouls happen to me again, just so I can go back to surviving and not rhinking. ive spent my entire life surviving and getting by on scraps, half hungry on most days and running out of tears. now everythinf, in theory, is safe and im mwant to move past things, but it doesnt work. im stuck with all the things people done to me and i cant escape any of it.

i considered of paying a stranger to lay with me in bed, not do anything, just hug and cuddle me, letting me cry into their chest or shoulder the entire time, hug me andngently kiss my head.

i want something or someoje to hold me tight and not say anything or maybe say everyrhubf that my younger seld ever wanted to hear.

i know whats wrojg with me, its the ptsd from being assoulted, from being abused, from being left alone to cry since I was tiny, trying to figure out what I did wrong to make no one want to touxh me.

i wish i couod sleep for a year so that i can get as close to death as possible, but even then, I feel selfish.

[lil-kermie]

i want a paci so bad :(((

#i used them until i was 3 and when im small i tend to be like my younger seld #://

[justme-deh]

"My princess"

Keep your Gremlin away from my princess.

(Part 4)

-Human!Animatronics.

-Mentiong of death (not gore)

-sadness

-Monty as a father (the kid is a girl)

-Gregory having a crush(?

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A feeling of panic attack Monty when he open his eyes and didn't saw his daughter sleeping and holding his hand, it couldn't all have been a dream, right?

He was about to call the little 8years old girl when he notices something; she was sleeping in his chest.

"Don't scare me like that..." he whisper hugging her.

She was still hugging his jacket, but now she was in a bedsheets sushi rol.

Monty look at the time, 8am. He need to go to the studio and work in the new album with his friends.

"Hey, Alice, wake up princess" he call her.

She cover her face with the jacket and growl.

"Leave me alone" she said.

He couldn't help but laugh, she was just like him.

"Princess, I need to go to work, I can't leave you alone here" he said lifting the jacket with one hand to see her face.

She look at him and then yawn.

"Okay" She finally said.

"That's my little girl" he said holding her like a baby while he get up, it was then when he realized that both of them fall asleep with the same clothes they used yesterday.

"Can you put me down?" She ask.

"No"

—

If someone asked to Monty's friend how the bassist was acting now that he had a daughter, everyone would show the scene of the lion king movie when the monkey lift simba in the air... even when he only had Alice for a day.

So no one was surprised when Mongomery Gator the strongest and rudest off all became super soft and overprotective with his daughter, especially when everyone told him it was time to send her to school, he told them all to shut the fuck up and to his surprise, she ask to go to the same school as Gregory only 3 hours later:

"none of you have a heart, she isnt ready to see kids hugging their mothers, she's only 2 weeks nightmare free, she's so fragile and... what's wrong sweetie? Oh, you want to go to school like Gregory? Thats great!! Your such a brave and strong princess, I'm proud of you"

Everyone was a little angry and frustrated with him, but at least he had a point: she needed to take that decision herself.

—

The days passed, Alice started school and was really happy wben they told her that she didn't miss the year, she was a year younger that Gregory so she wasn't in the same class at him, but still they play together in every free time.

While Gregory was really good getting himself in problem Alice was a master in getting away from consequences, so they had to much fun everyday in school.

But they were really bored in the studio, to much that they didn't let anyone work.

So Freddy and Monty had to take extreme measures; they contracted babysitters: two brothers name Sun and Moon that had promised to keep both chaos child away of problems.

Oh, but even for them it was difficult, especially when Alice and Gregory wanted to talk alone... just like now.

"Okay, so we already make chaos in level 2, 3, 6, 7, 8 and 9" Gregory said looking at the notebook that he had "we need a way to sneak in level 4 and 5"

"We can dress our selfs like scout!" Alice said hugging a alligator plushie "and said that we are selding cookies!!"

"I don't think that work" Gregory said, looking at Alice. "They already know us"

"Right" Alice said thinking.

—

"Ammmh... mister Fazbear and mister Gator" Sun ask trying to stop the little practice without making any body mad.

"Is everything alright, Sun?" Freddy ask looking at the golden hair young man.

"Well... I lost Gregory and Alice again" he said really worry "Moon and I already try to find them but not even the security guard could find them in the camera"

"Their probably hiding in the manager office" Monty said a little tired of that duo.

"You right" Freddy said walking to the cristal door "They found a way to sneak behind the desk when he isn't working" he look at Sun "you and your brother can take a break and go home, I think is enough practice for today"

"Thank you" the golden hair boy said before calling his brother.

"Those two are going to give us a heart attack one day" Monty said putting his bass away.

"They are kids Monty, is normal that they want to play all the time" Freddy said.

Both of them walk to the abandoned office, and they could hear a little talk.

"... and that's how we are going to bring chaos to those offices" Gregory said.

"That's the best idea you ever had!" Alice said "you are a true and the best criminal mastermind"

"And you are the best partner in crime" the boy go up and offer her a hand blushing "ready, partner?"

"Ready!" She said acepting his hand to get up.

It was at that moment that both kids notices their respective father, Monty look at Alice and then to Gregory, hands still holding each other.

"Did we interrupt something?" Monty ask he's voices was a little irritated with what he saw.

"No..." Alice said letting go Gregory's hand and keeping hers behind her back .

"Go for your things princess" Monty said "it's time to go home"

"Okay dad" she said before running out of the office.

"Are we going home too?" Gregory ask.

"Of course Superstar, please, go gather your things" Freddy said, and when the boy go away he look at Monty "Well, it looks like my son and your daughter are having something, maybe in the future they..."

"Keep your Gremlin away from my princess, Fazbear" Monty said a little angry, It was obvious that he didn't like what the orange hair man try to said "there's no 'they are having something'. No, one and a million times: NO"

"Monty, please calm down, it's not your choice" Freddy ask

"Still, I said no" he answered "no body deserves my princess heart, no Gregory, ni other kids, no a real life prince, NO ONE"

And with that he was off, Alice was already waiting for him infront of the studio with her backpack.

"Lest go home princess" he said.

"Ammmh... dad, are you angry?" She ask holding his hand when he Start walking away.

"What? No... why you said that?" He ask looking at her.

"You look angry when I told Gregory that he was the best" She said "are you jealous?"

"No, I'm not" he said holding her in his arms "I was just... thinking about work"

"Oh, good, I was worry that you had forgot you are the number one" She said hugging him.

"Number one?" He said really happy

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#fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf fandom #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf montgomery #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #fnaf roxanne #fnaf fan character #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf oc

[prettyyoungtragedy]

Hi! I was hoping you could help me with something? My younger cousin recently came out to me and my Mother as trans, but she isn't getting a lot of support from my Dad who figured it out for himself. I wanted to show her just how much support she has and was wondering if maybe some people wouldn't mind saying some supportive things? It would mean a lot to me if I could show her just how many people were behind her in this.

Hi omg I am so sorry if I missed this and I'm too late! But I I hope that your younger cousin is doing good and that she is getting all the support she can!

I am sure everyone who follows me will say something kind in the comments!! Myself included, I'm so glad that you asked me and felt like it's something I could do to help you out. ❤️ She is a brave strong girl and we're all rooting for her to live out her best true seld😘.

Show your support in the comments friends!!

#Answers #This was so awesome

[chrysalispen]

xxi. on us the doors are closed

GARLEMALD, 6AE 1565

The storm's fury had not lessened in severity with nightfall. Ice spattered in fits and starts like grain scattered over stone, lashing against tempered glass and reinforced steel as the wind whistled around eaves and the sharp edges of decorative iron contrivance.

To have heard her uncle tell it, this was merely the first blizzard of the season; there would be many more to come. Winters in this part of Ilsabard lingered far into the spring months.

Aurelia bas Laskaris opened her eyes to stare at the patterns imprinted into the tin-plated ceiling for what must have been the tenth time in the past quarter-hour. This guest room her aunt had set aside for her - austere by the standards of the rest of the family villa - was despite its modest status still lavish, still enormous, and it made her home in the Administrative District of Ala Mhigo seem positively rustic by comparison. The canopied four-poster bed in which she lay, with its fine weighted sheets and soft down pillows, was large enough for three people. It was the softest, most comfortable bed she’d ever laid in.

She couldn’t sleep.

She flung aside the blankets in one motion to push herself upright- and immediately had cause to regret the impulse. A bone-numbing chill, one that made the bitterest Gyr Abanian winter seem but a balmy spring breeze, prickled its way over her skin until her entire body was as one giant patch of gooseflesh.

Shivering violently, she yanked one of the heavy quilts from the massive bed and drew it around her shoulders, then paused to allow herself a glance through the large window with its decorative panes. Earlier in the day as the transport had entered the capitol’s airspace, the city had still been visible, if only just. Falling snow had shrouded the massive sprawl of steel and stone, all of it backlit dimly by the magitek lamps on every street corner and the running lights that marked the outline of the imperial palace grounds: cold and alien and forboding.

Even that had vanished once night had fallen. She could hear and see naught now save screaming wind and wicked white.

Aurelia chewed on her lip for a moment before sliding her feet out into the cold air and over the lip of the mattress, onto the stepping stool and down to the plush throw rug where a pair of hastily appropriated house-shoes sat waiting. If anyone asks, I just want some tea. Or warm milk. Something to cut this godsdamned chill.

She cast a furtive glance over one shoulder, as if L’haiya lurked in the shadows to chastise her for her unseemly language even in the relative sanctity of her own mind. But the room sat as empty as it had before. Save for the soft rhythmic ticking of the ceruleum-powered radiator’s valiant efforts to warm the room despite all odds - and the sound of falling sleet - all was silent.

The girl opened the door as quietly as she could manage and let herself into the hallway, padding along the cold floorboards on cotton-clad feet as she made her way towards the balcony that overlooked the main entrance. Black crepe draped in graceful loops over the banisters and the curtain rods: all done upon her aunt’s orders, preparations for her father’s burial tomorrow afternoon.

In the downstairs drawing-room, she knew, there sat an aged daguerreotype of her father. She hadn’t recognized him when she first laid eyes upon the picture until she had asked her uncle, for that picture was not of the aging tribunus militum of the XIVth that Aurelia recalled. The picture she’d seen boasted the grimly determined visage of a much younger man, freshly graduated from the military school both he and his brother were made to attend when they were of a suitable age.

Looking upon that face, a man who was her father but one she had never seen in her life- that had brought with it a queer sense of displacement, the nagging sensation that she stood at the intersection and within the twin shadows of two entirely separate lives that could not be reconciled. As if by will alone the family patriarch had found a way to turn back time and ensure the last epoch had never transpired, that Julian rem Laskaris had never met his wife upon the player’s stage, had never fallen in love with her, had never married, had never left Garlemald for the distant provinces of the south.

To ensure that Aurelia herself had never been born at all.

You don’t belong here, that picture said. You are a blemish upon their perfect order.  

Her fingers twitched upon the railing.

Pulling the edges of the quilt taut about her slim shoulders, she made to descend the carpeted stairs while trying to remember the layout her aunt had briefly shown her earlier that day - if the kitchen entrance was on the far side of the courtyard peristyle then she would have to go without. If her luck held then perhaps she could simply help herself to a warm drink and slip back into her room and no one would be the wiser. She’d managed it countless times over the years, after all.

Aurelia had barely taken two steps down the stairs when the sound of familiar voices caused her to freeze in place. A man and a woman, somewhere not too distant; the sound of it echoed strident and angry from the bowels of the foyer.

Arguing about something. Arguing about her.

“It’s criminal,” her aunt’s voice had lost its delicate fluted tones now that there was no need for a public show of ladylike charm, “absolutely and utterly unconscionable. I cannot imagine what your brother could have been thinking to deny his own child the fundamentals of a proper upbringing, let alone one that would befit a young lady of her station.”

“It is not within my power to gainsay His Radiance. Well do you know that.”

“You should have petitioned the courts to grant us custody of the girl years ago.”

“If my brother was already granted permission-”

“Julian has done that poor child no favors,” came the hissed response. Aurelia could imagine her aunt: pacing to and fro just out of sight, her carefully coiffed blonde hair slowly coming unfurled from its confines. “None whatsoever.”

“Keep your voice down, woman! Do you want to wake her?”

“I just can’t fathom it! All those years letting her play in the dirt and doing as she pleases? She can’t sing, she can’t draw, she can’t arrange the flowers she grows, can’t make polite conversation, her penmanship is barely passable.”

“Marcella-”

“Dare I even make mention of her speech? She sounds like one of those dreadful Ala Mhigan savages every time she opens her mouth-”

“The girl is clever enough, Marcella. She can easily be rehabilitated with proper oversight.” Her uncle’s voice was a deep and forceful rumble that reminded her of summer thunderstorms over Loch Seld, the ones that had scared her when she was small. “Lord van Baelsar confirmed that she has qualified to sit the entrance exams to the Academy’s Valetudinarium, and that is no mean feat for a lass with no formal education.”

“And if she doesn’t pass the exams?”

“Then the army will sort her out as we agreed,” Janus van Laskaris snapped, growing irritation with his wife’s questioning laid bare. “You worry far too much. Given time and training she will be as polished as any of her peers.”

“That girl is not suited for a military career, and you know it as well as I do. The one hope she has is to marry well, and that is easier said than done when-” 

The voices retreated down the long downstairs hallway, towards the master’s bedchambers. Aurelia didn’t even try to listen to the rest of their argument, the cadence of it becoming little more than background noise as she tried to breathe. 

She felt as though someone had punched her in the chest.

Welcome home, her Aunt Marcella had said. But this wasn’t home. Home was zelkova trees under an endless expanse of starlit sky, the sounds of roosting water birds on the lochs, the Althyk lavender in her little garden, the cardamom and rose-hip scent of L’haiya’s hands as they brushed out her hair until it shone like gold in the lamplight.

Home was not Garlemald; it was Ala Mhigo. L’haiya. Sazha. Even her father. She wanted to go home, wanted it so desperately the desire for comfort left her chest aching. Sixteen winters old, and Aurelia slept alone in a bed she didn't know in a house that wasn’t hers, legally the property of a family that saw naught of value in her. Only a wild animal in need of their taming touch.

Home was--

Home was an impossible dream and her father was dead.

The harsh truth of it shook her to her core, and at long last, the grief she’d so carefully set aside for later consideration found its opportunity. Anguish reached its icy fingers through the dull, cottony veil she’d drawn about her mind for protection, grasped her by the back of her neck, and seemed to squeeze until her breath would not come and her stomach turned. She slid down the wall with its flocked scarlet paper until she was sitting in the stairwell and drew her knees up to her chest, pulled her stolen blanket over her head.

In the close darkness, once she was certain her tears could not be heard, she gave voice to her grief in earnest. 

Without her uncle’s villa the storm raged on.

~*~

Gridania was long behind them.

All around the path upon which the flightless bird ran, the South Shroud was a blur of white and stark grey, the bare branches of the trees like bony fingers in the pall of the overcast afternoon sky. A handful still bore browned leaves, clinging stubbornly to the branches in the last throes of the winter before spring’s green sent them to their final resting place.

Slowly Aurelia righted herself in the saddle, realizing she’d fallen asleep: lulled into lassitude by the still, cold air and the monotony of the road’s scenery. She lay half-draped over Keveh’to’s back as though he were a giant yellow bedroll. At her stirring her companion’s ears flickered, swiveling briefly in her direction.

“Rise and shine,” he said with a note of false cheerfulness. “Did you know that you snore?”

“Mmf,” was all she could muster. She sat up a bit straighter and had to catch herself before she fell off the chocobo’s back; she’d drifted off to one side as she dozed. “Are we close?”

“Went through the Druthers and turned off the main roads not quite a half-bell past. I’d say we should be close, aye.”

With some effort Aurelia shook herself out of the remainder of her doze and craned her neck upwards. They were in a much deeper, darker part of the Twelveswood. The trees here were far taller and far older: cloistering the land beneath their boughs and largely away from the sun save for the odd patch of filtered late afternoon light that descended upon snow and bare earth.

“This place is strange,” she said softly, eyes fixed upon the interlaced branches of the canopy overhead. “It feels… I don’t know. Untouched, somehow.”

“Untouched? Well, could be you’re right. They say some of the trees in the deeper reaches of the Twelveswood were ancient back in the time of Amdapor, though who knows how true that is. Still- folk don’t venture far off the paths out here, and for good reason.” Keveh’to’s gaze followed hers upward. “You’ll find the depths and fringes of the wood very different from Gridania.”

She felt a sharp chill prickle the length of her spine, and shuddered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his chin tilt.

“Thought you said the cold didn’t bother you?”

“It’s not the cold.”

“Are you feeling poorly?”

They were being watched, she thought. It was little more than a gut feeling, a disconcerting something on the far edge of her own perception, but she could feel the hackles raised upon the back of her neck nonetheless.

“No, it’s- … no. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He looked as if he wanted to press her, but seemed to think better of it, and shrugged. “...Might want to see to yourself, then, if you’re awake enough to manage it. That eye of yours needs to be covered before we’re too close.”

“Would anyone in such a remote place have any idea-”

“No idea if this lot has ever seen one of your kind before if that’s what you mean, but I’d rather not take the chance. We’ve little recourse if things go poorly with the locals as it is.”

Aurelia bit her lower lip and busied herself with covering her brow. It seemed imprudent to raise the alarum over something that could be easily attributed to her own anxiety. Still, it wasn’t until the crudely fashioned curve of a watchtower spire peeked through the foliage ahead that she could allow herself to relax. Almost at once, the sensation of eyes boring into her back disappeared, and she felt a palpable sense of relief.

She had just finished raking her fingers through her tangled locks to confirm that her third eye was hidden, when the settlement came fully into view.

At first glance there was little to distinguish it from the more densely populated townships she’d seen on her jaunts through the forest with E-Sumi-Yan and the other novice conjurers. A simple wall of wood and stone framed the perimeter, meant to deter bandits and beastmen from any notions of raiding the settlement. It appeared surprisingly old, the bulk of it a mossy white marble that could not have come from anywhere local- salvaged from ruins, perhaps.

A small handful of men and women in worn gambesons and leathers stood watch atop the length of the wall with bows drawn and arrows nocked, observing the two newcomers with watchful eyes and grimly set mouths - some of them wore the ubiquitous half-masks of the Wood Wailers, but some few did not. None of them looked particularly well-fed, and the shabby state of their armor and their cloaks bespoke a similar hardship as that which had beset Gridania in the wake of the crimson moon’s fall.

“Halt,” one of the Wailers barked, the note of command unmistakable. Keveh’to hastily drew in the reins and Aurelia kept her head bowed and eyes downcast as the chocobo’s pace slowed to a stop. “What business do two outsiders have here?”

“Hardly a warm welcome,” her minder muttered, in a voice clearly meant for her ears only. “Not that I’d expected one. Stay here and let me do the talking.”

He swung one leg out of the chocobo’s saddle and dropped to the ground with a lash of his tail to correct his balance, offering a hand to Aurelia without a glance in her direction. She could see his sour mood in the flat swivel of his ears, accepted his gesture in silence and managed to slide out of the saddle with something approaching grace.

“Well met,” he said, with the selfsame note of false cheer she had heard before. “I am come on behalf of the Twin Adder, along with my companion here, at the request of your Hearer. Is he about?”

“That information is-”

“I'll take matters from here, Lieutenant.” A stooped old man in purple robes and a wide-brimmed felt hat shuffled forward, the gathering of armed villagers parting to let him pass. He leaned heavily upon the gnarled and well-worn length of his rosewood staff, the expression on his age-seamed face utterly neutral. “You and your lady friend must be Brother E-Sumi-Yan’s promised assistance.”

“Brother Ewain,” Keveh’to said, his tone almost painfully polite.

Hearer Ewain was the oldest man she had ever seen. What little she could see of his hair glistened silver and white in the diffuse daylight, like new-fallen snow upon the forest floor. He smiled, but there was a shrewd sharpness in his faded blue eyes Aurelia did not miss. “That's Hearer to you, though you have my thanks for your timely arrival. And you are called…?”

“Sergeant Keveh’to Epocan. I represent the Order of the Twin Adder, Gridania’s Grand Company.” His hand fell upon Aurelia’s shoulder and squeezed, even as he nudged her forward.” This is my charge, Miss Aurelia Laskaris, a novitiate sent to you by the Con-”

“I know who she is,” the Hearer said coolly. “We can talk at further length in private. Come with me.”

“Hearer,” the Wailer began, “you know we have to search-”

“I'll vouch for them, Lieutenant. Let them pass, if you would, pray.”

For a moment he did not seem as if he meant to respond. The wooden mask was so unbending and the man’s eyes so deep-set that Aurelia could see no reaction in them, but after a heartbeat she spied the slight relaxation of his fingers in the fletching of the arrow. His lips pursed in a sort of displeased acquiescence, and he turned towards the figures standing ready upon the wall.

“Let them in,” he shouted. “Open the gate.”

Trying to ignore the suspicious stares boring into them as they passed through the open gates, Aurelia turned her attention instead to their fortifications. She couldn’t help but notice how much of the south wall had been recently replaced: there were visible seams where char met fresh-cut yew and salvaged stone and new mortar. Burnt timbers thrust upwards through the scaffolding in places like broken bones that could not be properly set.

There was no stone set into the ground here as there was in Gridania. All of the paths that meandered through the town were dirt, long since turned to frigid slush and thick mud from ice and snowmelt. Her toes felt numb with cold even through the protection of the boots and hempen stockings she wore.

The houses were wooden, their roof mostly made of thatched river-reeds or cut cedar shingles, and it was impossible not to notice the holes in the rows of houses like missing teeth.

“Dalamud’s fall reached even in this place,” she muttered. “Your people have rebuilt quickly.”

“We were given little choice. Most fled to Quarrymill, then to Gridania when Quarrymill would not have them.” The old man coughed, turned his head, and spat into a nearby puddle. “This way.”

The house was a modest affair, large by the village’s standards, half-cloistered from the main road down a path into a small ring of trees. A large grey dog lay in a listless doze upon the rickety front porch, paws twitching. Its ears, white-tipped like snow-dusted mountains, flickered at the sound and smell of the intruders but rather than growl or move at all, it cringed away making querulous and uneasy whining sounds at the newcomers - until their host gently nudged the animal’s flank with his staff.

“Get on with you, Aubin,” he said gruffly. “They’re with me.”

Aurelia squinted. ‘Aubin’ looked rather suspiciously like-- “Is that a wolf?”

“Aye, but he’s meek as a lamb. He’s just a weary old man like his caretaker.”

“There were some animals sheltered in the Fane, but most have been released back into the woods. Can he not survive on his own?”

“Might could be, but it’s doubtful. He barely survived the fires, and with those injuries, his hunting days are past him. He’s too feeble, wouldn’t last long in the Twelveswood without someone to feed him. So I’ve been caring for him instead.”

“I thought you had-”

“An apprentice? I do. He’s making the rounds as we speak. Here, you- what was your name again?” he asked her minder, who stiffened visibly.

“Sergeant Epocan.”

“...If you want to stand on ceremony, I suppose that’s your call. Hold the door so the lady and the old man can enter, would you, there’s a lad.”

Grumbling, he caught the door as the man carelessly worked the latch and flung it open, crossing the threshold without even a cursory glance to make sure he was being followed. The interior of the cottage was a single large space, with bedrolls tucked into one corner of the cabin and cabinets of food and medicines in another. A simple wooden tub clearly meant for washing stood on the far side, half-hidden behind hemp cloth draped over rope to make a crude partition.

The corner just north of it was fully enclosed behind a partition of its own. “You’ll be in that back area over there,” Hearer Ewain said with a jerk of his chin. “It’s neither pretty nor large but it’s adequate.”

Aurelia and Keveh’to exchanged doubtful glances.

“Not you, Sergeant. I know what you sorts get up to after dark and I’ll have none of it under my roof,” the old Hearer snorted. “The lady gets the guest bed. Now go and get yourselves situated and once you’re ready we can have a talk about what to expect. There’s a pot of stew on and I’ve got tea.”

Too uncomfortable now to spare another look at her minder, she made her way towards the worn cloth and tugged it open. Ewain hadn’t exaggerated: there was enough space for her, a cot with a thin straw mattress and homespun blanket, and one small cabinet and that was all.

She opened it and tucked her field kit within, then sat down on the lumpy mattress. The enclosure made by the curtain didn’t even have a window, just an old wood-plank wall, stained with age. The arrangement made her simple room at the Canopy look like a luxury suite, and she realized just as she began to remove her muddy shoes that the floor was… well, there wasn’t one. The floor was dirt, and it was very cold.

Shivering, Aurelia changed into a fresh robe and stockings, wondering what to do with her soiled clothing before giving up and setting them on top of the cabinet next to the earthen washbasin, then stepping out into the common area once again. Her new mentor was pouring hot water into a tin cup.

Keveh’to (likewise very carefully not looking at her) was rolling out a pallet next to the other two in the opposite corner of the cottage. His yellow hat and coat both hung on two pegs near the tiny window, and his dirty boots sat by the door.

“Not used to the way we savages live, are you, Garlean?” Ewain said bluntly, watching her pick her way across the room in stocking feet. “Your imperial capitol had big houses with heated floors and such, and fancy machina that did all of the washing for you too, no doubt- oh, don’t give me that doe-in-lights look, girl. You can cover that third eye of yours all you like, I already know what you are. Heard all the talk about your kind from the lads that make their patrols. I’m old, not ignorant. Now go get that wet cloak and them muddy shoes you came in with and you put ‘em by the godsdamned door where they bloody well belong.”

Flushing and embarrassed, Aurelia stammered, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think-”

“Aye, you didn’t think, that much is obvious. The floor may be dirt but that’s no call for either of us to be slovenly. I’ll not have you tracking mud about my house- such as it is.”

Quickly she did as she was told, placing her boots alongside Keveh’to’s and grimacing at the chill that fair radiated from between the gaps in the wooden door. It was the damp sort of cold that quickly sank into the skin, and she realized as she hung her cloak on an empty peg that she was shivering.

“Much better. Now come sit and have some tea, lass. The fire will keep your toes plenty warm.”

A cup was shoved into her hands almost as soon as her rear sank into the well-worn dip of the wicker seat. Chamomile, and weak at that. She sipped it anyway, thankful for the heat.

There was no conversation, not even to ask about their journey, just the old man drinking his tea and periodically hobbling over to the pot over the fire to poke and mutter at its contents. After some indeterminable amount of time had passed she felt a rough tap on her shoulder as Keveh’to pushed a wooden trencher into her hands.

“Now that’s my granddaddy’s recipe,” Ewain said. “Antelope stew. Not much other than meat in it this time of year, and I had to cook it down to get the meat tender enough. But something to fill the belly is better than nothing. You eat, I’ll talk.”

“Don’t you want to wait for-”

“He’ll be in when he’s in, girl. I told you he’s on his rounds. Won’t be back until late probably and you’ll go hungry waiting for him just to be polite. Eat.”

She looked down at the contents of the trencher in her hands. The stew didn’t look all that appetizing but it smelled wonderful after so many weeks on bare rations, and soon enough she found herself eating ravenously. Some of the broth burned her tongue but that wasn’t enough to deter her. Nor Keveh’to, if the way the man helped himself to a second bowl was any indication.

“Right,” Ewain grunted as he reached across the table to set the teapot back upon its crocheted trivet, “well, I suppose I might as well get to the point. I don’t particularly want you. Naught against you, mind. The Guildmaster talked you up but good before telling me he was sending you over, and he’s a good judge of character so I know that for a Garlean you’re like as not to be perfectly lovely. But being a conjurer’s more than just tending the needs of the forest. Being able to minister to the everyday needs of the people is just as important. For you to even start to do that part of the job properly, your flock has to know they can trust you.”

“You think she isn’t suited for the position,” Keveh’to said, his voice flat. “Say what you mean and have done with it, oldtimer.”

Unimpressed, Ewain responded with a derisive snort.

“Think you’ll shame me into softening the blow, Sergeant Epocan? Well, you’ll not. I don’t want you here and I don’t want her here, and that’s as plain as I can say it. An untested novice from the city is a poor enough choice, a foreigner who’s got little knowledge of magic and even less understanding of our people is a worse one. That may sound harsh, but it’s how I feel.”

Aurelia stared into her trencher as if she found the remnants of her stew fascinating.

“But what I feel is beside the point,” the Hearer continued. “Fact is, you’re what I have rather than what I want, girl, and that’s where matters stand. So first things first. You’re going to settle in here, and then starting tomorrow I’m sending you on rounds with the lad, and you’re going to be meeting every bloody man, woman, and child in Willowsbend, and after that I’m sending you out to the Druthers.”

“But-”

“No buts. Not the village folk nor the Wailers are going to want to work with some foreigner they’ve never met. That’s just how things are done about these parts.” Ewain coughed and spat again, this time into the fire, which flared briefly at the spittle before subsiding once more. “Strongarm knows the score and he has his way of watching out for outliers like us that the city don’t care about unless it has to, so it’s important you earn his trust too.”

Abruptly she stood, her spoon rattling in its trencher. “I think I need some air,” she said. “Will your dog-”

“Wolf. Aubin.”

“Yes, wolf, sorry. Will Aubin be all right if I step outside for a moment?”

“Should be. Though he might think you’re there to feed him- in fact, let’s make that your first task, lass.” Ewain pointed with a gnarled hand towards the cabinetry with its hanging root vegetables and preserved leaves. “I usually have my apprentice give him his meal every night. The coney’s over there, or what’s left of it. You can just give him the bowl and take the other from him, he’ll not take your hand off while he’s occupied.”

She shuffled towards the corner and picked up the bowl full of bones and offal.

“Aurelia, never you mind,” Keveh’to began, setting his own trencher aside. “That’s no work for-”

“Sit down and let her be,” Ewain snapped, startling the Miqo’te. “Under my roof she’s a conjurer first and a lady second. If she can’t make friends with an animal there’s no way she’ll be fit for this work. Leave your trencher here and bring back the bowl, novice. Your friend here can make himself useful and do the washing.”

Barely heeding her minder’s protests, she stuck her feet back into the boots and threw her cloak back on, then let herself outside. The cold struck her cheeks as she’d expected but this time the shock of it jolted her back into a sense of immediacy.

Not moving for a moment, Aurelia stared dully down at the bowl in her hands until the whine from the far corner of the porch caught her attention.

“Hello, boy,” she said awkwardly. “Hungry?”

The response was a flicker of the ears, a smack of the bottle-brush tail, a lick of the lips.

He continued to whine as she approached but didn’t run away. She set the bowl of scraps down on the wooden planks and true to her mentor’s word, the wolf’s muzzle was almost immediately buried in it. Careful not to distract him, she reached to his other side and retrieved the bowl, then took a few steps away to give him space.

On her way back to the door Aurelia decided she didn’t want to go inside just yet, and so she did what she’d have done as a child: she dawdled instead.

There was a railing built along the length of the porch steps, and rather than return inside she leaned on it and stared up at the clusters of stars in the night sky, a small stray breeze ruffling her fringe. With the house far enough removed from the road that someone would have to make their presence known before they approached, she wasn’t worried about her third eye giving her away. She could hear dogs barking and someone up on the wall singing tonelessly, see the flicker of spaced torches, but otherwise all was quiet.

She stared at the empty vessel in her hands and tried, not for the first time in the last few months, to figure out just how the twists and turns of circumstance had put her here.

A year ago she’d been ensconced comfortably in the Castrum Novum infirmary, a junior medicus, just one of the rank-and-file organizing potions and treating mild ailments and assisting in the surgery. Secretly wishing her superiors would loosen the reins and give her an opportunity to lead instead of assist, show her mettle and skill as a chirurgeon.

Anything to break the monotony of her life as an enlisted recruit in the imperial war machine. And now-

“Should have been careful what you bloody well wished for, Laskaris,” she whispered to herself, and had to fight back the angry laughter that threatened to escape her lips.

The stars overhead, distant and impersonal, held no answers. She hadn’t expected one, and this was far from the first time she had felt alone and desperately homesick. Even the formal, chilly stateliness of her uncle’s villa would have been a welcome sight, and that was now beyond her too. No use wishing for things she couldn’t have.

Suddenly she wanted to weep.

“None of that,” she muttered to herself even as her vision blurred. No crying. She refused to cry. She’d shed enough tears, wallowed in enough self-pity. Tomorrow would be better, she told herself. Morning would bring with it clarity and a sense of purpose, or at least the promise of a new routine. She was simply fatigued from travel and stung by Ewain’s open dismissal, that was all. She’d simply do what she’d done in Gridania, and forge a place for herself, and prove she had a right to be here no matter what anyone thought.

She was well accustomed to being unwanted, after all.

Resolutely she turned her back on the stars and went inside to face her new reality.

#reborn by fire #chapter 21 #aurelia laskaris #chrysalispen writes

[hircyon]

*grabs the mic like a drunk mother-in-law at a wedding*

I just want to say if y’all haven’t read anything by the delightful Seldes Katne, please! You should!

Call to Arms is short but haunting and reflective.

Sacred Place is a longer one-shot about a younger Captain Tarpals and three precocious children.

And No Good Deed is just amazing. I mean, a beautifully crafted, multi-chapter tale of Tarpals’ patrol as they (somewhat begrudgingly) escort a group of humans to safety during the siege of Naboo. This fic gives Gungans and their culture so much more depth than the EU ever has.  It’s by far my favorite fanfic. Probably ever.

I know I’ve sung the praises of Seldes Katne before, but I will keep doing it until someone pays attention.

#jar jar is only briefly featured in No Good Deed #so they are exclusively Tarpals-centered fics #but god are they good

[bvb-imagines-yay]

Eight Year Old Me

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

Relationships: None

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Additional Tags: Hospitals

Summary: Shigaraki reflects back on his eight year old self while in the hospital after receiving injuries from a fight.

Eight year old Shigaraki would have hated the person he had become. Truly. He would have hated what he had become. Someone should have saved him. Someone did save him. It just so happened that the person who he had been saved by was a terrible person. Someone in which he had never even thought about it before. He…he was a monster. He was someone his younger seld would have hated so much. Someone that he would have hated if he had seen himself walking down the street. A man who killed without a care in the world. A man who went after helpless teenagers. A man who had went after so many people who were allowed to become what he had never been able to. Someone who had ended up being the one thing he hated most about this world. Someone who had killed. Someone who had allowed themselves to become the villain that he had never wanted to become.

Why did you have to go and get yourself caught? All for One’s voice echoed throughout his head. I taught you better than you get yourself hurt in this kind of fight. Shigaraki shook his head and turned his head to the side, landing his face smack dab on the rails meant to keep him from rolling all the way off of the bed and hurting himself any further. You don’t deserve to be my successor.

Even as Shigaraki lay in the hospital bed. His eyes barely open as he watched the lights flicker above him, he had no one else. He had no one to thank but himself for this situation. Shigaraki pulled at the handcuffs that strapped him to the bed. Hie eyes snapping open at the clanking of metal on metal. His eyes scanned the ever white room. Successor. The word rolled around in his head as he tried not to panic. All for One was never going to save him.

Shigaraki groaned in pain as he rolled back over. Bed sores. That’s what they were calling the deterioration on his body. But he knew what the holes in his body were. They were All for One’s effects on his body in which he had never even thought about it. He doesn’t know what kind of person he is going to be if he let this die with him. All for One…his plan. Everything about All for One said that there would be more after Shigraki. That he were to continue the line of succession. But line of succession meant nothing when his body was like this. Here, in a hospital bed when he would much rather be somewhere else.

It felt like hours before he moved again. His body moved with a slowness he could only say was the weight of a thousand quirks on his small, fragile body. Each joint ached like it too. His whole body moved like a rusted Tin Man underwater. Each joint bulbous with swelling that even the best doctors and medicine couldn’t touch. There was nothing that he could do. He was going to end up on the nightly news as a failure if he didn’t get better before then. Look at All for One’s successor! Lying in a hospital bed on the brink of death!

Maybe the news had already gotten out. There was going to be news story after news story of what had happened to him. No amount of pleading from the heroes around him would keep it from getting out. None of it would keep it from hitting the stands. Hell, it might have been out for weeksby now considering how long he had been lying in this damned hospital bed.

“So,” The door to his room shut behind the voice that took Shigaraki out of his thoughts. “Have you considered any thought to the deal?”

Shigaraki turned his head to All Might, even small and weak just like he was at the moment. His head creaked as he tried not to think about the pain that shot down his spine as he did so. His finger tips graced the manilla folder covered in the crumbs from that morning’s food. He flipped it open the cover to the first page. Witness Statement: Shigaraki Tomura. The words jumped out at him even from the corner of his eye. His eyes shot back towards All Might who shuffled into the room.

“No,” Shigraki’s neck shot shockwaves of pain back down his spine. Anticipating the pain only made it much worse. He could no longer look at the man who had given him that folder. “I am in no place to take a deal. Any deal I do take will be clouded by any possibility that I might be under the influence of pain medication.”

“I know.” All Might took a seat next to the downed villain. His eyes scanned the tiled ceiling above him. He had no one else to advocate for him. “You are going to end up on some sort of list if you don’t give us an answer.”

“I want to give you an answer but the deal isn’t good enough for me.” Shigaraki pushed the folder away from him. “With all I know…”

“With all you know, not getting prison time would mean a long life ahead of you. Kid, you’re only twenty.”

“Twenty one.” Shigarki corrected. “I am twenty-one.”

“I’m off by a year. So whatever, you have a whole life ahead of you and you are going to make sure that there is nothing in the way of that, right?”

Shigaraki nodded. Though, it seemed like he had no other choice but to agree. If he didn’t, he would spend the rest of his life in Tartarus with no other chance of survival other than living in a padded white cell with gloves forced over his hands 24/7. Freedom was the obvious choice. Freedom under one condition. The one condition that he had never wanted to agree to so long as he was alive. So long as All for One was still alive and could kill him for defying him.

“Shigaraki,” All Might’s voice was much softer now. “I want you to know that there is nothing more I can do. We’ve met as many of your conditions as we can in order to try and get you on our side.”

He was right. He would be free and living under a new name and he could go anywhere in Japan he wanted so long as he agreed to be tracked with a microchip already implanted in his arm. He was already going to be rehabilitated under the eyes of both Aizawa and Ectoplasm. Each one of them was going to keep their eye on him as he went through the same course those he had attacked went through. Just so he could see the stress he was putting them under by doing so. He would have to get the same hero license as them as well and work under a specific hero. He would also have to give up the names and last known locations of anyone he had ever worked with.  But those were all their conditions.

His were…his were much more mundane. He wanted to be left alone for the most part. He had to be protected from any villain he had worked with before to make sure no one killed him before he debuted as a hero-again, their terms, not his-and he was going to need more protection once he did debut. He was going to end up on hit lists now more than ever if he changed sides like they were forcing him to do as well as no prison time if he agreed. If he didn’t agree then…well, he was going to jail. No doubt about it, freedom was the better choice even if it was conditional freedom.

“So, do you want to become a hero?”

“Yes.”

Eight year old Shigaraki would be proud of him now.

#my hero academia fanfic #mha fanfic #my hero academia fanfiction #mha fanfiction

[31st]

ok if this genuinely upsets u i'll shut up but if your only like embarrassed but not Too Upset can i just say that this has been the highlight of a super shitty day and i fucking love ur 12yr old self bc they're hilarious

omg its fine im dlad toure enjoying it there were like acrual reasons i didnt post the link mainly around my lgbt identity when i was younger but :( i didnt say that obviously so u coildnt have known and im glad u enjoyed my 12 year old seld

#ask #anon #also bc i liked rupail then and i dont wanna be asdociated w gat anymore

[charlessmithmorgan]

As an Adam Driver fan, my immediate reaction to the GQ article just publish is defense. The fact that he was 18 when he enlisted coupled with the fact that 18 year old white boys are the worst pretty much no matter what definitely explains his attitude.

It even explains the fact that hes still going through and saying these thimgs now. Just the fact that hes still saying "It seems like the badass thing to do." And whatnot doesnt necessarily imply that he still does think its the badass thing to do. I need to brush up on my facts because I'm not 100% sure how long he served and where, but if he was actually overseas fighting its very likely that his opinion has changed. In that articld hes reflecting on what younger him thought and just that.

Like if someone asked me about my 18 year old seld and why I picked the major and academic program that I'm in right now I'd be like, "It seemed like the fun thing to do." Because thats what I thought and having gone through the program that I have come to hate, I have clearly changed my mind I'm the matter.

The fact that this interview was written automatically takes the tone that Adam Driver was using when he answered those questions out of the picture and I'm not eliminating the possibility that he could still be looking back on his days as an 18 year old and going "Yep... What a badass " I'm just saying that not everything is cut and dry and just because somebody says one thing doesnt mean that they meant it that way at all. Like I said, I'm a fan of his and I know that I'm really giving him the benefit of the doubt here... But I really don't think that, in light of all of the Islamaphobia and the real weight behind what hes saying, he would stand by what his 18 year old self did.

Some people, particularly white people, just have the privilege of being able to not be constantly aware of all of the horrible things that are going on in the world - AND THAT'S NOT ANY BETTER, I Know! Its just an explanation as to why someone needs to present him with the facts and be like, "Hey, my guy, you fucked up with this interview... Is this still how you feel given the facts?"

And it should also serve as a message to all other white people to look closer at how they feel about the United States presence in the Middle East and look at their "patriotism" and rethink some things.

#just my 2 cents #adam driver #if he comes out and says 'oh yeah it waa badass for sure and i would do it again. #then fuck him #otherwise... im going back to not caring about things celebrities say

[nyat-okay]

Eat whatever I give you

Drink whatever I give you

Wear whatever I give you

Do whatever I tell you to.

I own you, I control you, and there’s never a chance you could run from that.

#WOOWWWW I SOUND LIKE MY YOUNGER EDGY SELD SO SORRY #im having #those problems ahain #where i dlnt have an identity at all #i just beling to someone else #im not me #if i could describe myseld id just say ‘im theirs’ #and thats all i am #thtey decide what i do #what i say #how i live #its going to be like that and it wont change.ever #ever mot ever it wont chnage. im too scared to say anything becausw #theyll get mad #im supposes to be the one who doesnt care #whos sick and tired with everyones bullshit. or whatnot #of course im known for bein a lil off #but im still supposes to act a certain way. #thats the way they want me to be #they. want me to be perfect #j cant #i cant #the only perfect i dream of is when i get a chance at reclaiming who i am #lol

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How these late theater greats changed Broadway forever

To not drop a reputation, however I used to be at a cocktail party as soon as with Robert De Niro (thump!) who stated the actress he admired most was Barbara Harris. De Niro was a pupil on the Actors Studio in New York within the 1960s the place Harris, then on the verge of Broadway stardom, was a member. She rehearsed scenes and monologues in entrance of De Niro and different aspiring younger actors, who have been awed by her type and approach. Harris died this week at 83 from lung most cancers, after acclaimed performances in Broadway’s “On a Clear Day You Can See Forever” and movies together with “Nashville,” “Household Plot” and “The Seduction of Joe Tynan.” She might have been an enormous star, says her “On a Clear Day” co-star John Cullum, however she by no means pushed for it. “She was so quick and so proficient,” he says. “She might have been tops in her area, however I don’t assume she thought performing was an important factor you might do along with your life.” She’d drop out of sight after a present closed and associates could be stunned to see her working at an artwork gallery within the Village or, in a single occasion, behind the fragrance counter at Bloomingdale’s. She was eccentric, onstage and off. “You by no means knew what she was going to do,” Cullum says. “She liked to improvise. If I had a line — ‘Why are you smiling?’ — she’d frown. It was charming, but it surely was tough. She’d be floating in every single place, and the viewers liked it.” Louis Jourdan (who was changed by John Cullum) and Barbara Harris throughout tryouts for “On a Clear Day You Can See Forever.”Everett Assortment And there was all the time an edge to her efficiency. “She was all the time on the verge of one thing,” he says. “She by no means went bananas, however there was one thing lurking there, one thing a bit of darkish.” Offstage, Harris would typically gown like a bag girl and duck out of the theater earlier than VIPs might come backstage to fulfill her. She had little curiosity in selling herself, or her present. When “Clear Day” started to wilt on the field workplace, the press agent lined up a Time journal profile of her. A Time story, again within the ’60s, all the time offered tickets. However on the final minute, Harris refused to do the interview. “I by no means knew why,” Cullum says. “She simply didn’t need to do it. It didn’t matter to her … And the present closed.” One in every of Edward Albee’s favourite actors was Brian Murray, who died this week at 80. “You by no means have to fret about your play when you will have an actor like Brian in it,” Albee as soon as instructed me. “He doesn’t get issues improper.” Murray, who was born in South Africa, appeared on Broadway in “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Lifeless,” “The Little Foxes” and an acclaimed revival of “The Crucible.” He had exceptional stage chemistry with one other of Albee’s favourite actors, Marian Seldes. They turned in memorable performances in Albee’s 2001 play “The Play In regards to the Child.” “It was my extraordinary luck at a really superior age to work with Marian,” Murray as soon as stated. “She was a number one girl, and I actually have to make use of each these phrases actively. She was main. And if ever there was one, a girl.” Murray liked to inform the story of how Seldes caught an early preview of a manufacturing of “Tartuffe” that he directed. “It was dreadful,” he stated. “I used to be hanging my head and she or he got here as much as me and stated, ‘Darling, it’s acquired to get higher!’” Craig Zadan, the film, theater and TV producer, additionally died this week — at 69, from problems following shoulder surgical procedure. He produced the revival of “Guarantees, Guarantees” starring Kristin Chenoweth, in addition to 2002’s film musical of “Chicago” and the dwell TV broadcasts of “Hairspray” and “Jesus Christ Famous person.” Many Broadway followers have his e-book “Sondheim & Co.” of their libraries. Zadan, who as a younger man was near Stephen Sondheim, wrote it within the 1970s and ’80s. Whereas there have been many different books about Sondheim since then — two by the good man himself — for my cash, Zadan’s continues to be the most effective. Sondheim gave him many hours of interviews and spoke candidly about his musicals “Firm,” “Follies,” “A Little Evening Music” and “Merrily We Roll Alongside.” “Sondheim & Co.” has good gossip however isn’t malicious. It’s clear Sondheim trusted Zadan, and the composer’s assessments of his reveals are full of life and sharp. It’s a e-book properly value re-reading, or catching anew. You possibly can hear Michael Riedel weekdays on “Len Berman and Michael Riedel within the Morning” on WOR radio 710. Share this: https://nypost.com/2018/08/23/how-these-late-theater-greats-changed-broadway-forever/ The post How these late theater greats changed Broadway forever appeared first on My style by Kartia. https://www.kartiavelino.com/2018/08/how-these-late-theater-greats-changed-broadway-forever.html

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Alot of people don't understand why i dont particularly like dogs and perfer cats. Don't get me wrong I love dogs, their adorable but I wouldn't have one for a pet myself ya'know. [Pit bulls, Huskys and German shepherds are the best] but I've had a few traumatic experiences that involved my dads husky, Reese. When I was younger my mum send me to walk the dog [why anyone would think a small child should walk a fully grown husky is a good Idea I have no clue. .] And the damn thing dragged me and because I was to stupid to let go I let her drag me to my grandparents [which isn't far, we're neighbors] until I finally let go well of course I was covered in dirt and grime but, now I didn't realize this until my grandma said something but my hand was covered in dirt and blood and absolutely wouldn't move, since I was so little and the memory is very fuzzy I can't recall what exactly was wrong with my right hand but my dad says a stick somehow embedded it's seld into my hand. . So of course as a small child at the time I was mortified. My hands fine now luckily it didn't damage anything really important