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Fellow yumeshippers, PLEASE draw these as you and your f/os if you have a lot / more than one. I need to see all your lovely art

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Things to do instead of talking to your f/o on c.ai:

draw something with them

write something with them

make an edit or other graphics of them. screenshot edits where you add your headcanons or other changes to their design are great too even if you don't commit to the new design

revisit your favorite scenes or even reconsume their entire source

go hunt for pictures of them you didn't save yet

go look for new fanart, fanfics, or other fan content made by others

gush to other people about them

talk about them in general even if it's not a gush. share your favorite fun facts, talk about their source, or share some headcanons

find someone to roleplay your f/o for you

make a journal page dedicated to them

write them a letter (and maybe write a response letter from their perspective too)

listen to songs that remind you of them. you could also make a 2010s style AMV of them with that song

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hello all i am sharing new templates that i have found on twt! these are by manjiroomf, if you're on twt please support them there :]

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"I don't want ppl to think I'm cringe—" NO. you go draw yourself smooching that fictional character RIGHT NOW. they LOVE YOU. be FREE. you have an entire community of ppl who support you, now shoo, go write that drabble!

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your f/o wants to help you with that thing you’ve been meaning to do. they’ve been thinking about it for a while and came up with a solution. for every task you complete, for every act of self-care, they’ll give you kisses. went out for a walk? gentle kiss to the forehead. you bought groceries? peppering kisses all along your cheeks. you got everything on your to-do list done today? they’re all yours. they understand the struggle and will do anything to help take that weight off your shoulders. they love you so, so much, and they want nothing more than to see you happy and healthy by the end of the day.

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Hey shoutout to the selfshippers who aren't 'conventionally' attractive. Shoutout to the selfshippers who are called weird (and I love seeing that some people embrace the word too). Shoutout to the selfshippers who feel like they're still stuck in the past. Shoutout to the selfshippers who feel like they didn't grow up fast enough, or feel like they still haven't grown up at all. Shoutout to neurodivergent and disabled selfshippers. Shoutout to non-sharing selfshippers who get called delusional and get ableist comments by those who don't understand. Shoutout to selfshippers who have little to no merch of your beloveds. Shoutout to aro/ace selfshippers who feel like they aren't as seen in the community because most posts are about romantic or sexual connections. Shoutout to POC selfshippers who struggle to be seen at all in the community (I see you). Shoutout to T4T selfshippers whose beloved isn't canonically stated to be trans so you have to fight for your life with the people who try to invalidate your beloveds identity (though the same can be said for implicitly stated trans beloveds too). Shoutout to selfshippers with majorly mischaracterized beloveds. Shoutout to selfshippers who keep their beloveds secret. Shoutout to selfshippers in general.

Proship dni please and thank you.

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just watched the newest mha movie and that means a now have a new fictional cg character - so enjoy my cg!giulio moodboard that I spent 15 minutes making :3

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whumpee who has to become a caretaker because of circumstances

whumpee who has to look after a fellow whumpee because the other has it so much worse

whumpee who has to look after an injured whumper because "you don't get to fucking die before I drag your sorry ass to a courtroom"

whumpee who has to look after themselves, shaking and quietly whispering to themselves that they're okay, they're so brave, they're not gonna let anything else happen...

whumpee who is tasked to care for other whumpees by whumper so whumper doesn't have to replace them, under threat of injury

whumpee who's been out of the dangerous situation for years and suddenly finds out another whumpee has just emerged from a similar situation, and they do everything in their power to make things hurt less for this new whumpee

whumpee who underwent highly specific circumstances (eg: poisoning with a rare poison) and is the only one who knows how to treat it, and so it's their obligation to help out others who are suffering in the same way

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SOULBURST —- drabble

synopsis ; in which izuku midoriya believes mayumi soul as "forgotten" his birthday.

c/w 's ; n/a!

it starts the way all good things do —- with a lie.

mayumi doesn ’t say ‘ happy birthday ’ that morning,, doesn ’t kiss his cheek like usual,, doesn ’t send him a dumb gif or leave a little note on his desk the way they always do on his big days. just a sleepy half-hug and a yawned “ have a good one ” before slipping out the door.

and izuku, bless the poor hero ‘s soul, pretends not to be crushed.

he tries to be normal about it. gets up,, goes through his morning routine, makes his coffee extra sweet today, checks his phone more times than he ’ll admit. nothing.

it ’s not like he needs anything. he doesn ’t. it ’s just… it ’s mayumi. they always remember.. nd maybe that ’s what makes the silence feel heavier than it should.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but while izuku is quietly spiraling, mayumi is running around the city in order to make sure everything is /perfect/ .ᐟ

there ’s a scavenger hunt to finish, a cake to decorate ( poorly ), a playlist to finalize, and a hidden piece of art just for him still drying on the edge of the counter. they ’re wearing three different jackets by the time they finally text him, cheeks flushed from the wind nd adrenaline —- a different kind than what they ‘re used to.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🖤 → ‘ hey hero. check your mailbox. ‘

izuku ’s halfway through marking some of his kid ‘s work when he bolts to the soul ‘s door,, inside the little metal slot: a folded envelope that ‘s hand-written and unmistakably his pickpocket ‘s.

clue one: you talked too much here. i made fun of you,, of course. we shared a piece of dango. go.

midoriya stares at it, lips parting in disbelief and then he ’s out the door. no hesitation with his heart in his throat.

the trail leads him across the city,, each stop more familiar than the last. a park bench where they watched fireworks,, the convenience store where he first bought them their first (nd definitely not last) sweet tea,, a bridge lit by string lights. every place held a memory nd a clue a line with the next location, written in that half-sarcastic, half-sincere way only mayumi could pull off.

by the time he reaches the final stop —- his own apartment —- he ’s breathless, heart thudding, hands shaking just slightly from joy he doesn ’t quite know where to put yet.

the lights inside are dim, music plays softly from somewhere down the hall. something in soft jazz that ‘s familiar.. something they slow-dance to when no one ’s looking.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he steps inside.. and there they are.

mayumi,, leaning against the kitchen counter in a paint-streaked hoodie, arms crossed, smirking like they didn ’t just send him running all over town like a lovesick idiot.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ happy birthday, golden boy. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀nd izuku laughs,, breathless,, disbelieving.. and maybe a /little/ teary.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you ‘re awfully good at surprises,, does rody know that .ᐣ ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀he says, stepping closer, still catching his breath.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you scared me. ❞

❝ good, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they say, smiling now. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you were getting too comfortable. can ‘t have that .ᐟ ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they kiss his cheek, press a cupcake into his hand with a crooked candle sticking out the top.

he stares at it, grinning that soft one he always does, savoured just for them.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ you didn ’t even light it. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀nd mayumi simply shrugs.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you have to earn your wishes. ❞

he laughs again,, shakes his head,, and when he looks at them, it ’s with this soft, open-mouthed kind of awe, like he doesn ’t know how the hell he got this lucky.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀they eat cake on the floor,, izuku sitting between their legs, leaning back into their chest. mayumi tangles their fingers in his curls while he hums along to the music, full and warm and so, so in love.

and sometime near midnight, when he ’s almost asleep in their arms, he murmurs..⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ this was perfect. ❞

mayumi smiles into his hair, kisses the side of his head.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you deserve better than perfect, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ they whisper. and izuku, half-asleep, heart full, simply whispers back,⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ i already have it. ❞

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'being obsessed with your ocs is so embarrassing' no it isn't. we're returning to our noble roots of playing dolls. stop self depricating and tell me about your guy.

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BURNT LOTUS —- oneshot

synopsis ; in which mizuki finally ends up 'trying' birthdays for tanjirou kamado...

c/w 's ; n/a! first burnt lotus post gang... this is a day late though :'] happy (belated) birthday tanjirou <3

mizuki doesn 't really understand birthdays.⠀⠀⠀they don ’t see the point in them nd

don ’t remember the last time they had one or had people to celebrate with.

so,, when tanjirou ’s birthday comes .. mizuki *sort* of panics.

not outwardly, of course. they just scowl harder... sure, They try to ignore the date. At first. But the day feels different. The sun ’s gentler somehow. nd because of it,, they find themselves in the kitchen of the butterfly mansion anyways.

they burn the first attempt at a homemade castella and throw it out with a whole bunch of curses.

mizu breaks two eggs before they get it right. but! then comes the second. the flour ’s off —- considering they measure by "instinct" —- nd the castella comes out too dense.. too dark around the edges. when the sugar crust cracks when they press on it, they mutter under their breath and wrap it anyway —- in cloth, the ribbon is black.. but they don ’t realize until it ’s already tied.

whatever.⠀⠀⠀he won ’t care.⠀⠀⠀⠀... right .ᐣ

.. they don ’t say anything when they leave it outside his temporary room.

just a folded piece of paper tucked underneath the box,,

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ' don ’t get used to this. '

but tanjirou finds them anyway. later that is,, in the garden .. there 's a soft smile on his features —- it almost seems as if they ’re pretending *not* to wait.

he ’s holding the bundle,, the cloth ’s been carefully retied,, neater than they originally left it.

he doesn ’t say much for a good few seconds ,, until:⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ did you make this .ᐣ ❞⠀⠀⠀ he asks, tone soft.

mizuki shrugs, stiff with arms folded.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ i didn ’t say that. ❞

he smiles,, not like he ’s teasing them for anything. it 's just… warm.

❝ you didn ’t have to. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they scoff.⠀⠀⠀❝ pfft.. i know i didn ’t. ❞⠀⠀⠀a pause and their eyes flick away.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ but … i wanted to. ❞

tanjirou sits beside them after that, his knees folded, but not too close to their personal space.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ then it ’s the kindest thing anyone ’s ever done for me for a long time. ❞

and mizuki,, well,, they go still. there 's a sort of heat that rushes to their cheeks —- embarrassment .ᐣ or something.. fonder, maybe .ᐣ⠀⠀⠀either way, they don ’t know what to say to that, how to respond to something so.. gentle that it doesn ’t feel real. so,, they hand him something else instead.

a smaller cloth, tucked in their kimono sleeve. small, crushed slightly with a clumsy tape job.

eyebrows raise in a small state of surprise, but he gently takes it from them nd carefully opens it.

inside a single jasmine tea macaron. hand-made once again, he doesn ’t say anything about the crack running down the side.

❝ share it with me .ᐣ ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀he says instead. mizuki hesitates,, then nods, just once.

tanjirou breaks it in half with his fingers and doesn ’t even hesitate to give them the larger piece.

they eat like that,, quiet, listening to the wind move the trees, a few moments of small talk under the bruising sky above them. the castella sits between them, also shared —- and both of them can 't help but think that maybe, just *maybe*, this birthday was worth celebrating.

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TENDERSHOCK —-

synopsis ; i ended up writing a letter to izuku for his birthday.. it's messy nd rather personal. but it's for him nd it's for our relationship.

c/w 's ; there's a few mentions of some mental health issues i deal with. could be considered "cringe" to some. i don't really care though /lh

﹙ ⁷/¹⁵﹚ .. ⠀⠀to izuku midoriya ♡

happy birthday my darling izu <3 words cannot begin to describe how much you mean to me and how thankful i am to you. as silly as it may seem, there's many days where i simply wish to cease to exist nd i do not get out of bed most days, instead i lay nd wonder what life would be like without me in it.⠀⠀nd then there's you.⠀⠀again, i know it's silly, but there's something about you that makes me see the next sun rise. even if it's only by forcing myself to.⠀⠀ten years you have been the one reason i continue to live. nd you will be for many more, i'm sure. to others, maybe this is seen as cringey, embarrassing,, immature or something that's childish for my age, but to me, it is not. nd to me, the love is more real than anything i have ever known. especially on those days i myself do not feel real.

⠀⠀i honestly believe i wouldn't be in this unnecessarily cruel world if it hasn't been for our time together. thank you for that, for keeping me here another day, nd then another.⠀⠀you have been the one who has stayed with me above all else. the one who even on my roughest times, hasn't strayed far. i've found in my life that many people leave. nd many times, it is my fault that they do. i've found it hard to live while inhabiting a body that doesn't feel like mine or look like me when i look into the mirror. i've found it hard to look at myself in general without seeing a disgusting nd sick being of depravity. ⠀⠀and yet. somehow, you don't see me that way. it's scary on most days, yes, but it's comforting on others.

I'm my own worst enemy and yet you still treat me as if I'm something fragile, something that's not as broken as i see myself. you'll still rest you're chin on my shoulder nd I'll still feel your hands around my waist. i wonder how you can do it. how such a sunshine like you can look at a grotesque sight like me.⠀⠀i will never be able to say how much i love you. i like to believe it transcends my universe nd even yours or others. there has always been something about you that just truly makes me believe we are destined for each other, no matter where. which is why it truly does feel like my words cannot begin to hold you, not the way i feel you, nor the way you linger through my chest like something i forgot how to finish. still, i try. because you deserve them, even when they feel too small for the kind of love you carry for me.

sometimes i think you’re the bravest person i’ve ever known. because it takes a special kind of bravery to hold someone like me,, someone who doesn’t always know how to be held or how to love without biting the hand that feeds me in return.

and i know it’s not easy,, i know i’m not easy. there are days where i pull away or where the voices get too loud nd where i say things i don’t mean or don’t say anything at all. there's days where i go quiet for hours laying in bed. nd you still check in. still send me signs nd still say ' i love you' like it’s the most natural thing in the world to you,, sometimes it's like you don’t expect me to say it back until i’m ready nd yet you know i will. i always will.

i hope you know how much that means to me,, how your patience has become the softest part of my day nd how your love makes all the empty things hurt a little.. less.⠀⠀⠀how you, izuku, have become the safest place i know.⠀⠀⠀and maybe that’s too heavy a thing to put in your hands.

maybe it’s too much to say you’re why i live.⠀⠀but it’s true,,⠀⠀you are.

and izuku — god, i hope you know how loved you are.⠀⠀not just by me, though mine is the loudest.⠀⠀but i hope that know how you deserve every ounce of joy this world has to give. every soft morning, everything good that comes your way in a world where you had to start fighting far too young.⠀⠀ i suppose we are the same there.⠀⠀you deserve a life that never makes you question your worth. nd i hope, in some ways nd some day, i can do the same for you.⠀⠀i want to be the warmth you always are for me,, i want to be the softness you fall into when the world gets too loud... because you deserve that. you deserve everything good in life.⠀⠀⠀nd sometimes i hate that i can’t give you the whole solar system because that’s what you deserve. you deserve constellations that spell your name and you deserve peace,, *real* peace.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and i want to be the someone who helps you find it.

happy birthday, my dearest lightshine .. i hope you feel even a fraction of the love you give.

with love,,

⠀⠀⠀⠀your dearest powder.

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TENDERSHOCK —- oneshot

synopsis ; in which powder makes sure to spend izuku's birthday with him, hoping to make it special for him.

c/w 's : self insert time :3,, but asides from that,, n/a! ( i will be making the font pink later though to match my others,, i HATE formatting on tumblr's mobile app so :'] )

there ’s sunlight leaking through the curtain, somewhere between lazy beams and soft light, but it 's not enough to wake either of them,, not yet,, anyways.

the blanket ’s tangled somewhere at their knees. one of izuku ’s arms is looped under powder ’s neck, the other curled around eir waist like it ’s just sort of become instinct. his fingers are splayed wide over the patch of skin just above eir hips. it 's warm nd steady, as if he ’s holding em in place like ey might disappear if he doesn 't.

powder ’s still mostly asleep. but eir lashes flutter nd lips twitch, just barely. ⠀⠀⠀⠀izuku stirs first. not fully awake,, just enough to blink,, just enough to shift against the pillow and press his forehead to eirs, eyes still closed, words mumbling into eir hair.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ mmph. morning, livewire. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his voice is more sanded down than usual, cracked by sleep, hoarse nd gravely —- everything that makes pow smile to emself.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you ’re warm. ❞

powder hums, it 's half into his shoulder, half into the pillow.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ s’cause you ’re the one who fell asleep on top of me. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you never complained. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ wouldn ’t dare. ❞

izuku breathes a laugh —- soft nd through his nose, all smile and still coated in a thin layer of sleep. his hand trails slow up eir back, soothing and grounding. he doesn ’t say anything else, just traces the seam of eir spine,, runs a thumb over a stitch scar like it ’s something sacred to the two of them and presses a kiss to eir temple without thinking.

and ey pull the blanket tighter around them both, head turning to get a look at him from their tangled position.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ happy birthday, 'zu. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ey mumble.

izuku blinks at em. ⠀⠀⠀❝ mm… what time is it .ᐣ ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ early, ❞ ey say.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ but not too early. besides,, you ’re not allowed to be mad. i made you a thing last night. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he sits up slow, groggy and somewhat stiff,, his arms aching in that familiar way they always do when the weather ’s off.⠀⠀⠀pow sits up nd helps. or... hovers.⠀⠀⠀eir hand doesn ’t quite touch him, but it hovers behind his shoulder, like ey don ’t trust emself not to press too close like ey want to.

and when he finally shuffles out of bed, ey take his hand and tugs him toward the kitchen.

the cake ’s already waiting.⠀⠀⠀two layers, a little sunken in the middle. one edge is scorched *just* enough to carry the smell of panic, the kind that means someone (em) tried to scrape the burn off. the icing ’s lopsided nd the layers are uneven with the other corner crumbled a bit where powder tried to lift it too fast off the plate and panicked when it nearly slid onto the floor.

there 's candles on it, placed over a shaky icing heart piped on in red. and still despite the 'imperfections', izuku can ’t stop smiling.

powder stands beside it like ey ’re bracing for a hit,, chewing at a thumbnail,, eyes just a tad bit too wide.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ it ’s ugly, i know, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ ey mutter. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ i ’m not good at this. i didn ’t even know how to level the cake until i googled it nd i only had a matchbook with, like, two matches left and —- ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀izu cuts in before the spiral finishes, cuts them off with scarred hands on eir freckled cheeks, a kiss pressed to eir head nd thumb swiping eir cheekbone with that grin that makes em wonder how ey got so lucky.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ powder puff, it ’s *perfect.* ❞

and it is because it ’s them nd it smells like too much sugar and love that didn ’t know where to go.⠀⠀⠀ey look at him with wide eyes, the faintest smile appearing as ey lean against his hands. there 's a small chuckle before he lets go nd reaches for the plate. eir fingers brush his and eir mismatched gaze flickers to him like ey didn ’t expect him to really take it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he does anyway,, gently.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you gotta blow them out and make a wish, dummy, it 's the law. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ ey mutter, nudging his side.

izuku leans forward, the sleeves of his hoodie nearly brushing the frosting. he watches the candles flicker for a second, then looks back at em.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ will you make a wish with me .ᐣ ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ it ’s *your* birthday. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ still want you to. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ ... fine. but it better be a good one. ❞

powder playfully scoffs but ey lean in anyways,, shoulder to shoulder, resting against him,, they blow the candles out together.

nd when the kitchen goes quiet again , save for the static between them, the low buzz in the wires of eir makeshift apartment,, izuku presses one more kiss to eir temple.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀they don ’t need to say anything else.

.. the afternoon is softer than it should be. izuku says he wants to go wandering,, nothing loud nd nothing huge. no class parties or surprise gifts. just em.⠀⠀⠀so powder pulls on a jacket slightly too big —- midoriya 's, of course —- ey slip into the street alongside him. they end up somewhere no one really goes anymore. an empty park ey remember finding on one of eir late night wanders,, the sky is stretched wide underneath the couple.

there was a thermos of hot chocolate with two stolen paper cups. powder made him wear a paper crown ey 'd folded out of an old notebook page, scrawled with glitter pen and smudged doodles of cats nd smiley faces.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you do this often .ᐣ ❞ ⠀⠀⠀he said with a playful smile when ey tucked it onto his curls. ey only laugh quietly nd roll eir eyes.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ shut up, birthday boy. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀they sat under a tree that waved softly in the wind, backs pressed together more than side by side. powder curled up with his scarf around eir knees,, izuku stretched out with the grass between his fingers, eyes closed.

and when the sun got lower, when the breeze started to bite just a tad, powder reached into eir jacket pocket and pulled something out with shaky hands, unsure.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ i made you a thing, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ ey said again, quieter this time. izuku sat up.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ it ’s kind of dumb, ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀powder added. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ i didn ’t… know if it was good enough. but it ’s got all the important stuff, i think. it ’s like. it ’s like a piece of me, okay .ᐣ so —- don ’t laugh. ❞⠀⠀⠀

ey handed it over,, a keychain. put together out of wires and beads, decorated with little charms that seemed to match the two of them just fine. it sparked faintly when he touched it,, not dangerous, just alive, like it had heart,, almost. from eir quirk,, maybe .ᐣ

either way, his smile cracked wide open.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ this is the best thing anyone ’s ever given me, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ey looked to him, almost like ey were relieved nd eir head was placed on his shoulder.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ .. you 're a dork, y 'know that .ᐣ ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀but ey were smiling too,, the kind that showed in eir eyes nd made eir dimples show.

that night, they fell asleep curled on the couch together,, cake crumbs on the floor, candles melted down to nubs. izuku ’s paper crown had fallen askew and powder ’s fingers twitched every few seconds in eir sleep.⠀⠀⠀he pulled the blanket up over them both and whispered.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ thank you for best birthday ever, pow. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀no one needed to hear it,, but he said it anyway.. just for em.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and maybe, somewhere in the dark, ey heard it too.

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i have birthday things to post.... both for tanjirou nd a few for izuku. (2 selfship wise, one soulburst wise) some may be posted a bit later but lemme get to em <3

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whumper motivations that go beyond pure sadism

-living out a power fantasy because power has been denied to them in their daily life

-jealousy. whumpee has everything they don’t. whumpee can never do anything wrong. it’s not fair.

-a chronic need for control, driven out of anxiety or insecurity 

-revenge. whumpee hurt them before. this is only fair.

-revenge. but whumper got the wrong person (!!!)

-genuine belief that this is for whumpee’s own good. maybe its medically necessary. maybe it will help them grow stronger.

-masochist whumpee convincing whumper that this is for their own good. whumper is manipulated into helping them self harm

-hurting whumpee will lead to some scientific advancement that will make the world a better place

-whumpee is a sacrificial lamb whose suffering will keep everyone else safe from a larger threat

-whumper had a morbid curiosity and couldn’t restrain themselves any longer

-whumper wants to impress someone else

-the both of them are putting up a front for other people. this is the only way to keep both of them safe.

-maintaining brand integrity. whumpee and whumper represent the same group, and whumpee is doing it wrong.

-whumpee is perceived as more dangerous than they are/requiring more restraints than they actually need

-whumpee has something valuable and the only look way to get it is through hurting them

-whumper is younger and privileged and doesn’t know any better. they’re cruel in the way kids are cruel.