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asoulwithadream · 8 months

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EXCLUSIVE FALL PREVIEWS

Mates. LADS. BRETHEREN.

I think I'm going to die now. AAAAAAAAAAAAH—

BUT OF COURSE WHAT WOULD BE THE SENSE OF MY EXISTENCE IF I DIDN'T SHARE MY OWN PERSONAL THOUGHTS ON THESE BEAUTIFUL THINGS BEFORE THE MEDICINE KICKS IN.

The Crew — I think this is where they see LUCIUS!!!! I'm so very convinced this is where they meet Lucius. As we can see, they're all in the same clothing as the Vanity Fair first looks, where Black Pete is visibly overjoyed. But can't you see that he is missing from this shot? Probably snogging Lucius' face off or hugging him or doing something as such.

Lucius probably popped around the corner in the Vanity Fair one, and now they're sharing an intimate moment (keeping it PG) on deck while the rest of the happy crew watches on (as visible from Roach's, Oluwande's, and Wee John's faces). Of course, Buttons has no interest in human adoration, and instead looks on towards his own lover, the sea.

Stede is looking quite perplexed, or maybe contemplatively—perhaps as a result of Lucius telling Stede what happened to him. He doesn't look directly all that happy, does he?

(OMG OMG OMG WHY DO THEY ALL LOOK SO HAPPY EXCEPT STEDE BUT OLU YOU DEAREST MAN AND THEY'RE LOOKING SNAZZY AND I LOVE THEIR SOCKS I'M AHHAHASIJDHKAE)

Stede — That's the floor of the Revenge guys. I know it well since the last time Stede was pushed onto it. (Solidarity for the harm that the foot touch caused in these trying times) He is wearing what looks to be ye olde fencing gloves, and this means that was just handling a sword. (Though, he could have been using the cannons; we all know Stede would probably confuse fencing gloves for heavy artillery)

There are a few scenarios I can find at the top of my head: he's either training with Izzy (though would that explain his terrified expression? maybe)—we also see the lack of the red ribbon, which I think he removed when he teams up with Izzy, for whatever reason—or he's been duelling with someone else, someone who is extremely better at swordsmanship, someone we know to have been excellent at both maiming and receiving stab wounds. Has he been fighting with Edward?

I think it's the former, but who knows? The best part of theorising is being wrong, after all. I guess we can just gang up and say "calm down mr wavey blade" to whoever is behind this. Plus, do I see traced of some fuzz on his chin? Confirmed baby steard, guys???

(He's such an ICON I WANT TO BREATHE HIS HAIR AND SEE IT BEHIND MY EYELIDS. In the wise words of Rhys Darby, "I wish I had his hair". BUT LIKE HONESTLY WHAT'S GOING ON HERE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE'S SEEN A GHOST)

Frenchie and Ed — This has me on actual alarm bells mode. I can't tell whether or not this is Blackbeard or post-Blackbeard era—he's not wearing any dark chunky make-up, and has his hair up in his classic, beautiful half-up half-down, and we finally get a more close-up and clear shot of his earring, which we first spotted from the Vanity Fair first looks?

A detail I spotted for Frenchie's new goth uniform, which he is still wearing in this shot (further confusing me on the timeline of this image)—I think that his jacket is the very same from the "The Best Revenge Is Dressing Well" episode, which is so incredibly sweet and a beautiful little detail to connect back to season 1. I'd like to think he customised it himself, since we know Frenchie can "sew like the wind."

That's also still the Revenge, in fact the very spot where Lucius was about to get his finger cut off in "The Art of F**kery". But what intent Ed has with this confrontation with Frenchie, who seemingly looks like perhaps he wasn't even doing anything wrong, escapes the depth of my theoretical mind. What contributes even less to this is that Ed is smiling? Rather maniacal, might I add.

(WHAT. THE. FUCK. help me why is this happening. I LIKE AM SO ANGRY AND SO HAPPY AT THE SAME TIME THAT I CAN'T FIGURE ANYTHING OUT FROM THIS PICTURE. NOT EVEN WHAT STAGE OF GRIEF ED IS IN. HELP ME)

Edward — That chair looks like it's from Stede's room, from one of the desk-like tables in the corner next to his bed, and perhaps even the only chair which Ed kept in the room after his rather ill-tasted renovations. What's he doing there without his make-up on? Perhaps this is still during the early stages of new Blackbeard, and he's just in the transit period between washing and re-application.

BUT, if we look at the background, does that look like the Revenge? Not really... There is what seems like a fireplace or some sort of stone plate in the background, with a painting on it with a man on the left side of the composition, who seemingly looks to have lighter coloured hair. So what I may be thinking, is that Edward is visiting MARY ALLAMBY! The painting in the background may be the one from Stede and Mary's wedding, and Mary might have kept it as memorabilia in ode of her now good friend. (Stede is on the left in that painting). Plus, where else would Stede get his furniture and taste for his bedroom than his own former house, which Mary currently lives at?

Even though I think David Jenkins said that Mary wouldn't be present in the season, do I believe him? No. I think I have the right for me to be delusional without external interference at this point.

(Please let me be right please let me be right I NEED A MARY / ED INTERACTION AT SOME POINT TO HEAL MY HEART. I need Mary to realise that fucking Blackbeard is the Ed that Stede was talking about, I NEED ED TO THINK THAT STEDE DIED, FOR EVEN A MOMENT. I think my brain has stopped receiving oxygen.)

Send hopes and prayers

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 speculation #ofmd s2 theories #ofmd fall previews #ofmd teaser #ofmd vanity fair #edward teach #ed teach #blackbeard #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #lucius spriggs #mary allamby bonnet #rhys darby #taika waititi #david jenkins #i need desperate help and assistance in these trying times #how am i supposed to live laugh love in these conditions

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wedontdeservethestars · 3 months

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Johnny Cage x Edenian Royalty reader who gives up their title and moves to Earthrealm just to be with him?

I might continue this in a later series because I like their dynamic a lot!! So in this one the reader doesn't COMPLETELY forgive up on the crown yet....but the seeds are certainly planted

Content: gn!reader, fluff, some mentions of nsfw subjects but really not a lot, alcohol, kinda just a silly little feel good fic!

(AO3 link here!)

Earthrealm was a mystery. After spending your whole life learning the ways of Outworld and studying the intricate relations between clans and kingdoms, the other plane was unknown to you in a way that you could only describe as strange. But that was okay. You liked strange. Maybe that’s what drew you to Johnny.

You had only been to Earthrealm briefly before in the days of Shinnok’s terror, and by proxy had met Johnny during that time. Almost immediately, he annoyed you. It seemed to be a common phenomenon. He was brash, rude, vain, and unapologetic about all of it–and all of that bothered you to no end. But he was strong, too, and surprisingly resilient. Even more surprising, he had saved your life on multiple occasions. Each time he pushed you out of the way of some projectile, or ran out into a battle to get ahead of you, or even just checked up on your wounds after a particularly bad fight (which, you noticed, he never did to anyone else), you started to see other things about him beyond his Hollywood-boy persona. Above all, he seemed to have a particular fascination with you.

It made you sick to your stomach. Even more than that, it made you blush, which in turn only made you feel sicker.

After everyone had returned home, bruised but victorious, you found your thoughts turning back to Johnny more often than you’d like to admit. You knew your place was here. You felt like you belonged in Edenia, and in Outworld as a whole. Your whole life so far had been spent to one day take the crown and become ruler of the kingdom. Until your travels to Earthrealm, you had never wanted anything else. But now, you found yourself drifting into your mind during important meetings, doodling on scrap paper the alien types of plants you’d encountered there, and missing the feeling of seeing your reflection in the lenses of a certain pair of sunglasses.

Your state worsened. You were chastised for being so distracted all the time and your parents, worried, even referred you to one of the doctors to see if anything was wrong with you. Of course, any unwellness you felt could be easily explained…just not to the Edenians around you.

Desperate for a cure, you made up your mind one night. Packing only a few things (you planned to return, anyways…eventually…), you snuck out in the middle of the night to one of the sacred grounds in the kingdom. This one, carved out in a cave, was home to a portal. It led to Earthrealm. You heard your father talking about the possibility of sealing it off in the future, citing that “nothing good comes from that wretched place!” You didn’t entirely agree.

After a nauseating travel across realms, trying to navigate a confusing city and an even more confusing transportation system, you wound up at the most gaudy mansion you had ever seen. You looked down at the little slip of paper in your hand–across it was scrawled Johnny’s signature, number, and address. It was something he’d given you right before you parted. You had promised to burn it the second you had time to. You had kept it in your vanity drawer ever since, though you hadn’t ever expected to use it.

Muffled, strange music met your ears as you stood on the doorstep. Beside the door was a gold plaque that read “Johnny’s Cage.” Well, this was certainly the right place. You raised your hand to knock on the heavy wooden doors, but suddenly there was some kind of barrier. What would you even say to him? You really hadn’t thought that far ahead. You only knew you wanted to see him again. Your arm slowly lowered to your side. Maybe this was a mistake. You were better off forgetting all of this, forgetting him. But…this time, you lifted your knuckles to the door. They rapped politely. You had come this far already. May as well see it through.

The door cracked open and the strange music grew louder. Tinny drums and a horn that sounded like it was underwater filled your ears along with the anxiety welling up in your throat. And, unceremoniously, there was Johnny dressed in nothing but a silk robe and a pair of brightly colored swim trunks. The second he laid eyes on you, his air of curiosity and confusion turned to one of bemused smugness.

“Oh, tell me I’m dreaming,” he chuckled as the opened the door wide. You could see the rest of his home behind him, marble walls and floors and expensive-looking art on the walls and a massive pool right in the center of his living room.

“No,” you replied, feeling more like you were the one in the dream. “I’m real.”

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, your Highness?” Johnny twirled his hand and gave a little bow. He had never really taken your royal status seriously, only ever acknowledging it in moments of tomfoolery like this. Somehow, at this moment at least, you found it endearing.

“Well…” You took a breath as you tried to decide on your angle. “You gave me your address.”

“I did!” He grinned, and then paused. “You kept it?”

“I did,” you echoed, showing him the slip of paper still clutched in your hand. “I figured it would be rude not to use it.”

“Good thing you had all those Edenian manners lessons.” He laughed at his own joke and turned with an unintentional flourish of his robe. “C’mon in. You want something to drink?”

Not wanting to embarrass yourself with guessing what little foodstuffs Outworld and Earthrealm had in common, you shook your head. “No. Thank you.”

“Suit yourself.” Johnny made a beeline for a bar set-up he had near the pool and started to mix himself something. Getting a better look at the inside of the mansion as you followed him inside, you could see that several of the art hangings were paintings of Johnny himself in various styles. In one, he was posing with a tiger. Vases and statues and weapons lined the corners of the rooms, almost as if the home was afraid to have a single square foot that wasn’t glimmering with something or other. Despite the organized clutter and the loud music that seemed to come from everywhere, you couldn’t help but notice that there only seemed to be only one inhabitant of the place.

“Do you live here alone?” you called out as you examined a series of trophies on a shelf.

“No! I mean, well, there’s the maids and stuff. And that little guy.” You followed his pointed finger to a little disc-shaped robot trekking across the spotless floors.

“Oh.” With a polite smile, you approached and crouched beside it. It seemed to pay you no mind, but you continued anyway. “Hello, there.”

You could hear Johnny stifle a laugh and a snort, but when you looked over at him he was faced away from you, still working on his drink. “He, uh, he doesn’t exactly talk back. But if he could I bet he’d be charmed.”

“Ah.” Trying to force a blush away from your cheeks, you stood up and watched the little thing scoot away, unbothered.

“You like it here?” Johnny asked, coming up behind you. In a strangely shaped glass was a drink so colorful it looked like it might hurt to swallow, but it seemed to refresh him nonetheless.

“It’s, uh…it’s very ‘you,’” you smiled a little, motioning to the tiger painting. Johnny laughed.

“Oh, that’s one of my favorites! Took forever to get that tiger to sit still. Fuckin’ sweet, though.” You turned to get a better look at it again, and when you looked back Johnny had inched closer to you. “So, tell me: what are you really doing here?”

“What do you mean?” you asked. That familiar irritation you often felt with him was slowly making its way back. You didn’t really mind.

“It’s just that I don’t exactly believe that you hopped dimensions on a whim.” A beat as he sipped. “Like, I know I’m irresistible, but come on.”

“Well, that’s sort of what happened,” you laughed softly. “I don’t have a big reason. I just…wanted to see you again.”

“Ohhh.” Johnny flashed you a grin. “Got the Cagester on the brain, huh? A pretty serious infection, I know.”

“You have a very…uh, memorable presence,” you decided on.

“Well, I can’t promise a cure, but I’m here to provide in any way your little royal ass wants,” he murmured, leaning in close to you. That blush you thought you’d taken care of came back with a vengeance.

“What?” was all you could muster.

“Anywhere you want,” he was grinning. “Could give you a tour of the bedroom. The couch over there is pretty comfy. Or, we could get a little freaky and head into the pool if you’re into that…”

“Johnny,” you laughed nervously. “No, I…I didn’t come here for that.”

“Oh. Really?” He frowned into his drink and then looked up at you again, incredulous. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I came because I missed you. Not your body, just you.”

“Oh,” he said again. He only seemed more confused. “Huh. That’s…that’s a new one.”

“Is that so hard to believe?” You cocked your head.

“It’s just that, uh, y’know. People don’t usually come over just to hang out or talk or whatever. They don’t usually…stay afterwards.”

“Would you like that?” you asked, guiding his cheek so he was looking at you.

“Yeah,” he breathed with a nod. His eyes, usually hidden by whatever shades he had chosen for that day, suddenly looked so full of longing. For the first time, you understood just how lonely this man was.

“Okay,” was all you said. You pulled him into a hug. His robe was soft, and so was his skin. At first, Johnny remained frozen. He didn’t seem to know how to react to such a genuine gesture. But he hugged you back, letting out a sigh that rivaled one of Atlas.

“I really, really needed this,” he muttered, chuckling tiredly.

“I can tell.”

“Eugh. Guess I don’t deserve all those Oscar’s, then.”

You didn’t know what in the world he was talking about, but before you could ask, he was already talking again.

“Y’know, I…I thought you hated me.”

“No,” you shook your head. “Not at all.”

“At all?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Well…” You huffed, smiling in spite of yourself. “You can be irritating. And loud. And arrogant.”

“But…?” He pursed his lips, waiting for you to go on.

“I don’t know,” was all you could think to say.

“Not exactly the confidence-booster I was looking for.”

“You have enough confidence,” you teased.

“It is one of my strong suits.” He grinned and downed a little more of his drink. “I guess it should be telling enough that you trekked all the way out here just to see me. You must like something about me.”

“I like plenty about you. It’s just hard to name.” You tilted your head as you watched him. He looked so pretty in the dim lighting of his lavish, yet warm home. Then again, he usually did.

“We’ve got plenty of time to rectify that,” he smirked, his voice dropping down to a sultry hum. “Unless you were planning on making this trip a short one. But…”

You followed his gaze to your bag, still slung over your shoulder.

“I sort of assumed you’d let me stay.” You paused and corrected yourself. “That you’d want me to stay.”

“Forever?” He seemed a little too excited about the prospect, if a little caught off-guard.

“No,” you laughed at his likeness to a puppy. “Just for a little. I still have responsibilities, you know.”

“Right, right. The whole heir to the throne thing.” Johnny seemed utterly bored by the position. “That’s a shame. I know some of the guest rooms could use some love.”

“I just wanted to visit. See where this goes,” you said carefully, unsure exactly what ‘this’ even meant. Johnny, however, didn’t seem to care. He hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you a little closer. The look in his eyes that usually came off as cockiness now seemed to give way to a genuine enthrallment with you. It gave you flutters in your stomach. You didn’t hate the feeling.

“I’m down for that,” he murmured. A large hand caressed your cheek. “Y’know, now that I’m thinkin’ about it, my master bedroom is the loneliest one of all. And its owner wouldn’t mind a companion.”

“Someone to bed-warm?” you chuckled. Johnny’s eyebrows shot straight up.

“I thought you didn’t want to–I mean, listen I would love that, but I was just talking about, y’know, uh…sharing a bed tonight.”

You frowned, searching his face for any sign of what the confusion was. “I was, too. You know what bed-warming is, right?”

“I know what a bed-warmer is!” Suddenly, realization came across his eyes in a wave. “Oh. Oh. Is this–this is some weird Edenian culture shock thing for me, isn’t it?”

“Maybe?” You shrugged as the thought crossed your mind. “For us, bed-warming is like…it’s hugging. Spending the night curled up to one another. Especially on cold nights. Y’know, because another body makes the bed warm.”

Johnny looked like he’d been slapped. “Yes! Yeah. Okay. That…that makes sense. Uh, that would be really nice. I’d like that.”

“What does bed-warming mean in Earthrealm?” you questioned as he turned to the bar again to clean up his glass.

“Uh…” Johnny’s cheeks went pink. For once, he didn’t seem to want to delve into what you assumed had to be some sort of innuendo. “Y’know what? Forget it. You look tired. You came a long way, I bet. Let’s just go up to bed. I’ll show you my room! It’s really cool in there, I’ve got this statue that…”

As he started up the stairs, rambling half-nervously and half-excitedly, you couldn’t stop a smile from creeping onto your face. For the first time that night, you felt completely secure in your decision to escape from home for a bit.

#wedontdeservethefics #asks #anon #thank you anon!! sorry for the delay #i am officially in rehearsals for two shows at once now so im. very busy #not counting classes and assistant teaching and such #BUT!! i really like this concept......i will likely continue in the future teehee #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #mk #mortal kombat #gn!reader #edenian!reader

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phantomrose96 · 1 year

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I'm joining a volunteer program to help out in the computer science classes at local high schools. Finally I get to fulfill every young adult's worst nightmare of returning to high school at age 26.

#but actually though i think itll be a fun time #the gist is that comp sci courses are pretty New in a lot of these schools #and they don't necessarily have staff who are well-equipped yet to teach them #so the volunteer program is for industry professionals to give guidance to the teacher and give assistance in class to the students #to like strengthen the program #there's training ill get over the summer for like. how to do this well #ive got the summer to unbecome the XKCD Feldspar comic #chrissy speaks

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wassupnye · 1 month

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This wildest crossover ever would be between TLC and ATLA. Imagine Cinder as the avatar. She would definitely kick some ass

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memeyqueenybeany6996 · 5 months

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The Teaching Assistant

Chapter 6

The wait for monday is painfully long!! She does get called out for a mission and gets scolded when something goes wrong, when it wasn't her fault! How is bad intel her fault, her only objective was to get in and out with the injured while the other heros on her team fought. It was like they knew someone was coming and hid a villain among the hostages. She fought tooth and nail and almost kill the guy, lucky she didn't.

She did get bruised up, and a fractured arm but nothing her quirk couldn't handle, even if it made her extremely tired in the end. She did heal up the hostages, even the knocked out villain who almost died of blood loss. But once again seems everyone in her brothers agency finds fault with her for no reason. It's stupid majorly so.

Back to Monday night she's showing off a few different button up shirts to Stubby, "so be real with me, which one should I wear to the interview, the red one or the black one?" She ask

The cat huffs and gives a head tilt which Amelia replies, "I know it's a virtual interview but I still need to look, ya know, professional."

She looks at the mirror in her room and holds up each air of clothing, "I think black works better, I already have red hair and red eyes, it would be to much to wear red." She comments to herself

She looks at the time, Japan is about 12 hours behind America. So she needs to wait until 3 am, since that's when the video call is scheduled for.

(Okay so correct me if I'm wrong about the time, but I believe that's right)

She sits the shirt flat on her desk and debates on wearing dress parts or PJ bottoms to the virtual interview, cause what's the chance they make her stand up and show her outfit off? She decides to stay on the safe side and wear dress pants, plus it shows she went the extra mile.

She checks the time it's 9:13 PM. She's got time to shower, maybe nap before getting up closer to 3 in the morning. She nods as she does just that. She wakes up to her blaring alarm as, she lazyly swipes her phone screen to shut the alarm off as she sits up.

Her red hair needs another brush through as she swings to feet to the edge of her queen bed before getting to her feet. She does a big stretch and rushes to get dressed in the bathroom still having 30 minutes to make herself presentable.

Stubby is already sitting on the counter by her laptop, as she comes out of her room looking good in her blue button up and black dress pants, she doesn't bother with shoes as she sits down on the barstool getting her laptop ready as 3 am in 5 minutes away.

She runs her hands through her red locks and looks at Stubby, "okay, I look good right? Oh jeez so I speak Japanese or do I speak English, what if I mess up!? I never had the chance to really practice my Japanese before." Amelia says begining to panic

The cat gives off a purr trying to be reassuring, he believes in her after all. His white tail stretches and wraps a pound her hand in reassurance. Which Amelia looks grateful for as she looks at the time and decides to join the Oogle meeting.

She stares at her own video feed before it a conference room pops up, she sees a mouse looking thing and a really really tired guy and a-wow how does someone get their hair to stand like that?

She feels her heart beat pick up, as she feels like a deer caught in headlights as the sound soon feeds through.

"Miss Tano correct? Can ya hear us just fine?" The mouse thing (is he a stout?) ask in Japanese

She gulps before nodding, "y-yes sir I can hear you loud and clear. Can you umm.. hear me?" She replies cautiously in Japanese as well

(Just a word of warning she'll be speak in Japanese for the meeting and so will Nezu, Aizawa, and Present Mic)

The mouse thing nods back as the blond Cockatoo gives a thumbs up.

"I was worried their would be tad but if a language barrier but I'm glad there isn't. Let me introduce ourselves. Am I a mouse, a bear, whatever I am, all you need to know is I'm the principal of UA, I go by Nezu." The mouse thing states

The blond goes giving a big grin, "I'm Present Mic, but my real name is Yamada Hizashi! I teach English here at UA, I'm mostly here to help translate if there's issues with communication. Glad a cutie like you doesn't have a problem-ow. Sho that was my shin."

The tired man seems to have kicked Yamada under the table, while Nezu just sips tea and enjoys the chaos a bit.

"I'm Aizawa Shouta, class 1a homeroom teacher, I'm the person who you'll be working with if this goes well." He states a bit tired with a neutral expression, looks like he doesn't wanna be here

"Way to bring down the mood dude." Whispers Yamada and the microphone barely picks it up

Nezu clears his throat taking back control of the meeting, "now that we have introduced ourselves, I think it's time you introduced yourself, don't you think?" Nezu says in his usual cheerful tone

Amelia feels tense but she nods none the less, she remembers everyone's been introducing themselves by last name first, then first name. "I'm Tano Amelia, I've been a pro hero for 6 years and ranked in top 150. I'm a rescue hero, so while I can fight I prefer more slip in and out unoticed with civilians safe. My hero name is Mercy, and I'm known as the Medic Hero." She states softly and confidently (so proud 🥲 of my shy baby)

The three on the other side of the world take notes, as she talks. She does pause a small amount to give them time to ask but when they don't she goes on talking, "my quirk is a bit weird, I can't turn it off."

Before she can speak again someone is speaking up, "a passive quirk huh? That could be dangerous." Says a tired Aizawa looking right at the camera, Amelia feels a bit intimidated.

"Well, umm not exactly, I'm pretty careful especially if I'm in a fight, cause that's when I need to be mindful of it. It's not touch based or anything, umm it's.. my bodily fluids, like blood, snot, spit, anything labeled under bodily fluids has a bit of my quirk, some like blood have a more potent version of it."

The blond Cockatoo looks squeamish while the dark haired homeless man looks about the same, maybe his eyes got a bit wider or something? Nezu looks the same but he gets a interested look on his face.

"Now, that's interesting, what is your quirk exactly?" Nezu ask setting his tea cup down

"Oh umm it's called Healing Fluids, it doesn't really um give me any draw backs, well actually, the only problem I get is anemia if I use to much blood, and dry mouth if I use my saliva too much. I do get negative feelings, like disgust, feeling itchy if I use it to much in one setting. Other than that, theirs nothing else. The people I do heal complain about different things, If I heal with blood; they complain about a burning sensation like their being burned but it's only for a moment and then it's gone. My saliva its kind of like a numbing agent, it doesn't burn but it isn't as potent in healing. I can use that for bruises and scratches but the big stuff, I gotta use blood all the way." She says a bit embarrassed to be talking about her quirk she sometimes despises

Nezu looks very intrigued, "with a quirk like that I can see why you took up the name Mercy the Medic Hero."

"The question is.. do you relie on your quirk to much? You could concuss yourself on the field and cause issues if your quirk wasn't there, or working right. You did say if you over use it you feel disgusted or itchy, what happens when you push through it?" Aizawa ask his eyes narrowing

"Oh umm, I don't like using my quirk unless absolutely necessary. The whole reason I got the title Medic Hero in the end was because I went to college shortly after graduating from my hero school, I am a certified CNA. I didn't debute until age of 20. There's something I gotta be able to do, to heal without my quirk. If I use my quirk to much I quite literally shut down, feel quite sickly. While I can still fight, I'm more paranoid. It's.. a weird draw back." She says nervously, "so yes I know my weakness and I back them up by not using my quirk unless necessary."

Aizawa looks a tad bit impressed, but it's hard to tell when he has a resting bitch face.

Nezu hums as he replies, "impressive none the less. Now then how about you us about yourself, maybe why you think you'd be a good fit for this job. Ya know just the standard questions at a interview."

She blinks in surprise, she tries to think of something that she can say, "oookkaayy.. so I like to read and learn new things. As weird as that sounds, I also like to bake when I have a down moment. As for why I think I'm a good fit.." she trails off thinking, to be honest she has no teaching experience, she doesn't have a teaching certification either.

"It's because I care, incredibly so. If I can help educate the future heros of today, arming them with knowledge and skills that can help them after graduation or even on internships, that's all that matters. Statically speaking less than 40 percent of heros survive two years after graduating, if I can make sure that the students I help teach aren't in the 60 percent that don't survive, that's all that matters." She says, "while I don't have a teaching certificate id be more than willing to go and get one, I umm was planning on trying for one but actually didn't know where to start when you called last week Nezu."

Aizawa looks impressed by her words at first until he heard about her not having a teaching certification. Yamada was moved and didn't seem to bothered by the lack of credentials.

Nezu hums, "yes I know that, that's something can be fixed. Well do you have any questions for us before we end this meeting?"

Amelia thinks on it, "if I get this job, will you help find a place to house me? I have money I just would rather not fly half way across the world an not have a place to move into."

Nezu chuckles as he picks his tea up and takes a sip, "of course! Let me handle everything. Consider it a investment if this works out. I'll call sometimes this week letting you know. Now I'm sure you wish to get some sleep, as its.. 3:41 am your times correct?"

She blushes and nods, "t-thanking for having me. Have a umm good afternoon."

She bows her head and then ends the call. She slouches in her seat as Stubby makes his presence known now by a cute meow.

She turns to look at him and sighs, "I feel like I was to awkward.. what if I don't get the job because of my weirdness."

The cat gives her a look before trying to close the laptop screen so she can go to bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm heading to bed. Let's go." She says getting up leaving her laptop on the center island, walking to the side turning the lights off and heading back to her room to sleep.

#bnha #fanfic #mha #the teaching assistant #aizawa shouta #class 1a #nezu mha

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