#tysm for giving me an excuse to gush about my girl <3

[poraphia]

Hello! Congratulations on hitting 100 followers, Poraphia, you deserve it :) and if you are comfortable answering these, then I’d like to know the answer to 3, 9 and 15 from your 100 followers post. Have an amazing day :)

Hi anon and thank you so much!! Honestly I almost forgot about that post so I had to go scavenging for it so tysm for reviving it LMAO anyway here are my answers!

3. What kind of parent would you would be?

I've genuinely thought about this a lot since I've always wanted kids. I wanna be the kind of parent that listens to their children and do anything to make them feel safe and comfortable. Instead of shielding them from the world with lame excuses like "you just can't do that because its bad" and that sort of stuff, I wanna be able to explain conditions on why the things there are now. Ultimately my main goal is communication and comfortability. Also just-- being able to express who they want to be in the world :D grew up really ashamed of myself and my interests, and tbh still struggling with it to this day, so ya!

tldr; give my child the expression i wanted growing up

9. What was the last movie that made you cry?

Uhh Nimona made me sob like a baby I LOVE ITTT ITS BEAUTIFULLY ANIMATED AND THE STORY IS TO DIE FOR its about a knight (who was appointed outside of royalty) was framed for murdering the queen so this girl who is also considered an "outlier" helps him gain his reputation back. Not only the plot is interesting in itself, but learning and understanding nimona is just makes my little writer heart gush.

15. What was the worst advice you were given?

There are a lot of times I've heard stuff from people even closest to me and had to audibly scoff cause I thought it was stupid. But what I'd say the worst would be uhhh.. okay well honestly-- I'll give my most tame answer, and it was "perfection isnt achievable, so set your goals to be as close to perfect as you can." and frankly, I hate that. I think the beauty of imperfection is something that we as people should value. We're human. The idealogy that all we're made for is to achieve perfection sucks.

So instead! Set your goals to to what makes you happy, what you feel confident that you can achieve. And once you achieve that, you could either be content with your progress or keep pushing forward. The goal isn't perfection, the goal is to be happy within yourself. Your definition of perfection should be what makes you happy, proud of your work, and best of all, you feel accomplished.

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lots of spiel and rambling and may be some grammar issues bc im in class rn but ya!!

#poraphiababbles #anon ask #anonymous

[queen-scribbles]

Vesper + weather/nature

CLAIRE I LOVE YOU thank you for asking about my darling. 😘

She loves the rain. Listening to it, the way the earth smells just as it's starting and then after, the specific type of cool rain brings to the air. She goes walking in the rain a lot. Yes, she has gotten sick doing this. Yes, multiple times. But not since her mid-teens; her immune system's gotten pretty tough. (it makes Kurt antsy, especially after they're together, bc she always manages to slip out alone for these walks, and he can't protect her when she does that. He knows she can take care of herself--she's pretty badass if he does say so himself. But he's still going to worry. Just a little. Even if he keeps it to himself. Bc seriously. She'll be fine.)

She had an Uncle Iroh "delectable tea or deadly poison?" moment with a plant back in Sérène when she was about sixteen; where it was one of two things that might taste amazing... or might be Very Bad. The only thing that kept her from finding out, ironically, was Constantin being the voice of reason for once between the pair of them and pointing out he knew basically nothing about first aid and going on this whole dramatic speech(mostly joking, a little serious) about how if she was wrong she'd die and his parents and her mother would be heartbroken and he didn't know what he would DO without her etc etc. She laughed at his theatrics so hard she got a stitch in her side but had to concede he was right. (She still has moments she wonders which it was; she never did find out.)

She had a Disney Princess moment where a bird landed on her shoulder while she was sketching once and stayed there long enough her back started to cramp from holding still so she didn't scare it. WORTH IT.

She has this one cliff outside New Sérène she likes to sit on at night to look at the stars, and she's gone there enough the wildlife is used to her now, and she's actually sort-of made friends with a fox that hunts in the area(aka it doesn't immediately run away), which thrills her to no end.

She has several large books of pressed flowers, though she had to leave most of them back in Sérène. Only her current one came along, and since there's still space in it she's been adding flowers from Teer Fradi, all meticulously labeled with where they're from, when they were pressed, and soil conditions etc in case she ever gets a chance to start a greenhouse like she wants. (Except for one, a blue flower pressed right inside the back cover that just has a little heart next to it and no other annotation)

#oc facts #vesper de sardet #ves/kurt #tysm for giving me an excuse to gush about my girl <3 #greedfall

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me More

Character/Pairing: Mirio x Chubby Reader

Summary/Prompt: Readers quirk is Flora, making them bloom petals, inconvenient for when they gets flustered. They struggle to control it, making them self conscious.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None.

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Brilliant shades of yellow sprinkled across your skin, some being tugged off by the wind and circling you, the sunlight casting colourful shadows in all shades like rays of sun against your skin.

You looked ethereal, so captivating to everyone around you, drawing the eyes of your fellow classmates from their own training as gasps of delight filled the air from a few of the students.

Those snapped you out of your peaceful state, and soon red petals of Columbine Rose sprung from your skin and settled around you in a flurry, their soft and slow floats an opposite to your swift and jaunting movements as your arms came to hug your curves and tug down your sleeves, only to cause more petals to gush out around you.

Embarrassment was a reaction your classmates were used to bringing out of you, even if unintentionally. Your quirk, while mesmerizing, was hard to keep under control. It required having a constant leash on your emotions and feelings, which was something you found yourself struggling to do.

As you fought to control yourself, slicked tuffs of yellow came marching towards you from across the room.

Mirio Togata.

As one of the big three, his presence was hard to ignore, but he seemed to make it his own personal mission to get in your face and steal your attention as much as possible. Whether it was waving at you in the corridors, trying to chat with you at lunch or checking up on you during training when you were flustered.

If only he knew how much worse he was making things.

Before he could come too close, you quickly excused yourself to your teacher and bounced off quickly to the toilets, a flurry of rose petals trailing behind you.

It was a wonder as to how Mirio was oblivious to your feelings, never managing to get near you before you ran off in bursts of petals, spraying out like a prism of colour, with your face as red as a rose.

Most girls in UA had a crush on the future pro hero, but it seemed like you were the only one who couldn’t stand to be near him.

The next time you saw him was at the end of class before lunch, everyone was milling about their desk as they gathered their things, groups of friends floating here and there to talk about the lesson and their plans for the day.

Your guard was down while you were packing your notebooks into your bag, not paying attention to your surroundings.

“Hey there, Y/N!” The loud and cheerful voice alone was enough to startle several plumes of petals out of you, but the angular, grinning face that was now taking centre place on your notes was what got you jumping out of your seat with a yell.

“Aha! Sorry about that, didn’t mean to startle you there.” Mirio rubbed his neck sheepishly, standing up from your desk. “I just wanted to check you were ok after gym this morning, you seemed pretty worked up.”

This was not a situation you were prepared for. In front of you stood Mirio, in all his tall, buff glory with his full attention directed towards you, someone with barely any grasp on your quirk compared to his.

‘Have I even spoken to him before?’ You wondered, raking through your head for anything as more and more petals poured out of your pores and landing all around your desk in a heap.

You had almost worked up the courage to respond when your teacher started barking from the front of the room.

“Y/N! Clean up your mess before lunch is over, don’t leave the petals lying about.”

Despite your anxiety over being scolded for your petals, the order only added to the pressure and more mess was added to the heap.

The rest of the class scurried around you out of the classroom until you realised, much to your horror, that you were the only person left in the room with Mirio.

“I, um, I have to go get a brush.” He was standing right in front of you, not leaving much room to bypass his bulk.

“Oh sure, sorry.”

You made a beeline out of the classroom and towards the cleaning cupboard for a broom, holding your breath and focusing on trying to hold back the veil of petals trailing after you after brushing past the handsome blonde.

It was only as a muscular arm, littered with scars reached past you to grab the broom did you realise Mirio had followed behind you, giving you a closed eyed smile as you glanced back at him before walking back to the classroom, arms swinging by his sides and broom in hand.

Quickly glimpsing around the stuffy closet showed that he had taken the only broom, leaving you to scurry after him with the pan.

As you got to the class, Mirio had already swept most of the petals into a pile, humming to his own little tune.

“Mirio, let me, it’s my mess.” Your voice was soft with nerves, trying to tiptoe closer to him.

“But why?” His face was a picture of genuine confusion as you approached, eyebrows arched. “I was the one that freaked you out right? Making you create all these petals? So it’s my fault, the least I can do is sweep them up.”

Before you could register what had happened, large calloused fingers were brushing against yours as Mirio took the pan from you and began taking out the petals, now a neat pile, in all sorts of colours.

Mirio stalled suddenly as he lifted the petals, picking one out delicately between his fingers and rubbing the dainty petal with his thumb

“This is motherwort, right?” A cheeky grin slide across his features. “Are you secretly in love with someone, Y/N?”

“W-What?!” He couldn’t know. Next to no-one knew flower language, no one cared for meaning anymore, it had to have been a lucky guess.

“Oh, gardenia! Sweet love and purity!” Mirio was digging through the pile now, gushing over all the different petals gasping with joy at each one. “You’re head over heels, huh? Are they in our class?”

 Ice ran through your veins as your brain tried to process what was happening in the simplest terms possible. ‘He knew flower language’, bad, he’d know your every feeling now as soon as you got flustered. ‘He passed it off as a crush on someone else’, better, you wouldn’t have to face humiliating rejection yet.

“Oh hey, new petals!” In an instant Mirio was crouched right next to your thighs as new petals bloomed. His nose raised into the air with an audible sniff as he was picking up a new petal. “Is that… rose water?”

Your shoes squeaked against the floor as you rushed backwards, stuttering out apologies.

“I’m sorry, it’s my quirk! I-It happens when I’m sweaty.” The situation couldn’t get worse and you were facing the worst sort of humiliation. Avoiding him had been for nothing, you’d managed to embarrass yourself in front of him anyway.

“That’s so cool! Wish I could do that, would solve a lot of problems.” The last part was muffled as Mirio rubbed his nose, jumping up from his crouch and holding the newly found petal to the light. Your heart dropped.

“A red Chrysanthemum petal. Hmm.” As his eyes squinted at it your heart dropped. When they widened, it nearly broke.

“You love me?!”

There was no that you could say out loud, not without having to face heartbreak. Emotions weren’t something you were good at hiding, though.

It wasn’t petals that fell now, tears streaked your face instead, falling onto the red petals like dewdrops as you dropped your head to the floor.

“I…” You could barely croak out a sentence while your throat tightened, lump forming.

A large hand reached for yours, instantly shooting sparks through your skin. Your hand was raised up, calloused fingers nudging your palm open as an ethereal, white petal danced down and tickled your hand as it landed.

“Jonquil.” Mirio’s voice was tender, with a matching smile as he looked down at you affectionately. “Affection returned.”

His blue eyes flickered down as he took your other hand and closed your palms together, wrapping his own hands around yours and giving them a gentle squeeze.

“But, I-, why me?“ Breath wasn’t reaching your lungs and giving you the fuel to speak. “I’m not like Nejire or-, or any of the other girls in class!” Your hands broke out of his hold to gesture aggressively at your body.

Mirio was never the type to play a cruel prank on someone, or go out of his way to humiliate them, but you couldn’t accept this.

“I know you’re not.” The words stung, crushing you, but the look on Mirio’s face as you looked at the body you were waving at, it was raw and loving.

He swallowed suddenly, looking you in eye with a fierce determination. The hands that were holding yours carefully came up to frame your face, thumb stroking your chin like you were the most precious thing he’d held.

The approach was slow, but his lips were on yours before you could react. His kiss was supple, capturing your bottom lip with his, basking in everything you were.

There wasn’t a suddenness to the warmth he brought, but as his mouth left yours the chill was abrupt.

“That’s exactly why I love you.”

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Notes: The quirk and entire scenario is so cute, tysm for sending this in <3 The petals I used were specific to their meaning (eg, peony = bashful). Also the title was meant to be a play on “He loves me, he loves me not”, in case anyone didn’t understand.

#mirio x reader #mirio togata #mirio togata x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader