#☆— Froggy gets schooled (LEARN SHIT.)

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[cerealforkart]

I made myself these little dress up dolls because everyone’s getting changed all the time, here’s the first batch, outfits pre-episode 13

Design notes under the cut

[part 2] [part 3]

Lincoln

* I would first of all like to thank Lincoln for being shaped like a model (long boy) and thus very easy to dress up

* I forgot that Link needed to tear off his sleeves to make Normal a diaper in lesson 14, so in lesson 11 he grabs a sweater when I assume he goes home between escaping the FBI and returning to school

* Lincoln is so comically tall the Teeny costume (which I just moved from Normal to Link and edited to match Link’s pose) only reaches his knees. It actually looked so stupid that I had to edit it to make the Teeny costume slightly longer in the legs

* Link has two roombas in his room, he’s a clean boy, he isn’t walking around Taylor’s house in his bare feet, he doesn’t trust like that, it’s sock time

Scary

* I actually originally planned for Scary to have more piercings, but I forgot to add them in lesson 1. Let’s just say her mom won’t let her go crazy on the piercings, from what we’ve heard in rad facts (wouldn’t let her get a tongue piercing or learn guitar) that sounds in character

* I wanted to do the Shit Garden logo on Scary’s shirt like one of those metal bands that only people who like metal can actually read, but I only have so much time and patience

* I want so badly to play with Scary’s hair more, but I haven’t really had the chance, I hope there will be more excuses to give her different styles in the future, I like the braided bun for fancy occasions a lot

* Big T-shirt and shorts are peak pyjamas, love it for her. Also, you don’t need to know how long I spent trying to come up with something for her shirt to say

Normal

* Don’t tell anyone but I kind of miss drawing Teeny’s big stupid head every day, it was easy comedy

* I did actually draw a Jimmy Buffet design on the shirt before scribbling over it, you can barely see if you look closely

* I don’t actually have anything to say about Normal’s dance outfit so I guess I’ll just take this opportunity to talk about my Normal design in general. He was the one it took me the longest to land on and I’m still unsure if I’m happy with him, I want his hair to be long enough to just sorta hang and be greasy, but not so long that it will get in his face too much and I still consistently fail on it

* Not much to say about his sleepover fit either. Froggy :)

Taylor

* I had originally planned for everyone to be wearing their bracelets on their left wrists but in episode 8 it’s mentioned that Taylor is wearing his on his right, at that point I think I had only drawn Taylor’s bracelet once so it was easier to just change his and let him be a special boy (also, they keep the bracelets on post-FBI because Taylor never really has an opportunity to take it off and the others wear theirs in solidarity)

*After Lesson 10, Taylor swaps out the crest of friendship from Digimon to wear his dad’s ring of swapping as a necklace, he tends to grab at it when his dad or the topic of betrayal comes up

* I hate Taylor for his dance fit. No longer my favourite son

* Not really a design note but I watched the Sailor Moon dub in three parts on youtube with my little sister huddled around our home computer after school, we’re real OGs

Hermie

* I finally decided to add the Joker makeup to my Hermie design, I found a powdery sorta brush to use for it so now he’s a true clown. Good for him I guess

* You may notice that I’ve tweaked my Hermie design and his colour scheme just a little bit. This is because white Hermie is dead and you know what? Good for him. I also made his hair a little wavier for Scam, you’ll start seeing the updated Hermie design (as if you can tell there’s a difference other than the very slight change in hairstyle) in lesson 16, because I drew the lesson 15 pages before episode 23 came out and I wasn’t going to go back and change them

* Stupid Joker tie. Hate it

* No sleepover fit for Hermie. Tragic. They need to have another sleepover and include him

[infernalight]

MULTIMUSE QUESTIONAIRE

Tagging: @diresang @tangledfate @defiedfate @faithcorrupted

RULES: Answer the questions with the Muses that would best fit the answers. Bonus if you give details why. If tagged, copy and paste into a new post – DO NOT REBLOG!

1) Rank your softest Muse and your toughest Muse. (Personality-wise)

Softest muse? That would probably be a tie between Emily and Vortex. Emily is an angel, despite everything she learned from the court trial, she still has a warm heart and can and will be easily fooled. She is very naïve and sees the best in people at all times which sometimes gets her in trouble. She'll only really lash out if she feels like she's not being heard. As for Vortex, he's not really mean or tough unless he's defending Verosika and has to be for his job. He doesn't like when people fight, especially if it involves his girlfriend. Toughest muse would have to be a tie between Blitzø and Striker. Neither of them take shit from anyone, they both have killed and will kill without remorse. Striker rarely likes anyone and Blitzø only really cares about his employees, his family, and Stolas.

2) Which Muse would blow through $1000 quickly?

If it's in the human world, Moxxie easily! Especially if he thinks his wife would enjoy it. If it's in Hell, probably Fizzie or Angel. Fizzie is reckless and would easily blow through that much without even thinking and Angel would splurge if he knew he had the money to spend.

3) Do any of them have nicknames? Is there a meaning behind them?

Apart from the obvious ones, no. Fizzie answers to Froggie, but only from Ozzie. Kitty for Husk, but only from Angel. Daddy for Val. Ozzie also found out recently he enjoys being called Good Boy and Daddy.

4) Are any of them up-to-speed on the latest trends? Anyone more old school?

Verosika, Fizzie, and Angel Dust all like to be in the known. Whether or not they follow them is another thing. Verosika definitely does, Fizzarolli definitely tries, but if he finds a style he likes, he will stick with it for a while, and Angel Dust would like to, but it's not like he has any choice on what he wears as long as Val is around. Husk and Alastor both could care less. Alastor for sure sticks to what he knows and Husk just could care less.

5) Who has the best relationship with their siblings?

Molly and Angel Dust for sure have the best relationship. With their other siblings, maybe not so much, but with each other? They are inseparable. They share their clothes with each other, tell each other almost all their secrets, and do just about everything together,

6) Karaoke night! Who is likely to grab the mic first and bust out a tune?

Angel Dust or Charlie for sure. Charlie loves to sing and is always breaking out into song, meanwhile Angel Dust has grown up on musicals. He looooves musicals and will gladly be right up there alongside Charlie easily.

7) Who is least likely to enter a beauty pageant/model?

Alastor, Husk, and Satan all don't really care when it comes to beauty pageants or anything. Alastor finds them dumb, Husk would rather go to support Angel Dust, and Satan just doesn't have time or care too much for all of that.

8) If your Muses visited a haunted house where actors scare you, who would panic and who would be unfazed? 

Most muses would go unfazed, having seen a bunch of shit in their lives. Moxxie, Emily, and Charlie would probably be the easiest to scare if caught off guard.

9) Are any of your Muses particular about taking certain modes of transportation?

Not all take transportation, some prefer other uncommon methods of getting around. Alastor uses shadows to get around, Ozzie prefers to be driven around, Fizzie likes to rollerblade or get driven around, Lilith prefers to swim, and Adam, Emily, and Lute prefer flying.

10) Share a little-known fact about any Muse.

Husk won't admit it, but he enjoys getting his wings preened, touched, and played with though only be a select few people that he can trust.

[cheesus-doodles]

Twins for the Price of One

BFF Kawata Twins

Masterlist

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Happy (extremely belated) Birthday to the Kawata Twins! First time I’m writing for them, hopefully their characterisation are fine! Dedicated to a friend >.> you know who you are

“Kawata Nahoya! I can’t believe you!” You huffed, though as much as you would have like to have hands on your hips to give him a proper chastising, you were too busy threading them both through a mob of cotton candy blue hair sniffling up against your shirt. “A fight? On your birthday?!”

Said boy barely looked bothered, the usual shit-eating grin plastered all over his face doing little to hide to the smugness he was feeling over his win; both the Kawata twins knew it wasn’t anger in your tone. It was worry, as always, about them getting hurt in their little adventures. “They were being annoying, so we had to put them down of course.”

“Did you have to drag Souya in as well though?”

Ah, Nahoya see where this was going. So Angry was going to pretend he didn’t take part in the beatdown, even if both their uniforms were equally rumpled and dirtied; ah the things he do for his younger brother. "He needs to learn how to defend himself without crying,” the orange-haired boy insisted, though his twin was far from agreeing with him, refusing to look at his older brother, occupied with soaking in the affection you were giving him. You simply sighed, opting to wave away the issue - the Toman Fourth Division Captain was notoriously stubborn, and they knew they were already running late on the schedule you had planned to celebrate their birthdays.

Throwing your hands in the air, you gently hustled Souya away from you, only to stand and roughly wipe at the dirt smudges on Nahoya’s face with a handkerchief produced from the depths of your pocket, much to his chagrin. “At least tidy up before you come.”

“I’m clean enough!”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his words in favour of turning to lead the way into the ramen shop, with Angry right on your heels looking much like a kicked puppy. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Lunch was a relatively quick affair, with the three of you eager to get on with the promise of a fun-filled day. It definitely helped that the chef was a grumpy man that both the Kawata twins were weary enough to thread lightly around - even delinquents knew better than to angry the hand that feeds them. Shuffling out back into the sunny afternoon with full stomachs and lively moods, you stretched, satisfied. "All right, where to next?"

"Don't you already have everything planned?" Nahoya teased, and this time Souya nodded along. They knew you never liked leaving home without a plan, and it seemed they were right again as you let out a laugh. They got you again.

"I did have plans to go to the arcade," you admitted, pulling out what looked like three IC cards, handing each of them one. "Topped it up as well, go wild."

Souya glanced between his card and the one you still held. "Can I have that one instead?"

"Already used it. Sorry, Souya."

Nahoya slapped his twin on the shoulder, before jerking a thumb and exclaiming. Everything suddenly made sense. "That's why your school bag's so fat!" If you hadn't been a second quicker in twisting yourself away and out of reach, the Toman Division Captain would have his grubby hands all over your bag. "Show, show! Whatcha win?"

"Your birthday presents okay?" Grumbling, you pulled out the two stuffed bears, one dressed in a duckie raincoat and the other a froggy raincoat, the two furry plush almost instantly being snatched up by the orange-haired boy. “Honestly, you two are more like my brothers than my friends sometimes.”

“Older or younger?” Nahoya hmmed and hawed, trying to decide between the two types. He liked them both pretty much equally, the delinquent mused, deciding to instead let his younger twin pick first. “I vote older. I always protect you at school.”

Souya agreed. "Older. We always fight off the bullies."

You smacked him over the head with yet another freshly won plushie produced from the depths of your bag. “Definitely younger because you sir are nothing but trouble.”

Nahoya sent a wink to his younger brother. But you weren't done yet, turning to smack the blue-haired boy as well. “And Souya, you too, don’t think I forgot you. Following this stupidhead into fights, what are you thinking? No one dares bully me to begin with.”

But turning away, it was hard for the two Kawata brothers to miss the smile that quirked your lips. “But happy Birthday to you boys, I suppose.” No doubt you certainly felt that on older sibling role some days more than others, having to look out for your two best friends and make sure they don't get themselves into too much trouble.

Nahoya grabbed one arm, and Souya the other in one smooth movement before you could react, and you blinked, gaping as the two begin frogmarching you down the street. "Enough moping about! Let's go!" Nahoya declared, his froggy-coated bear tucked firmly under his free arm. "I'll win something even bigger for you!"

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[sunflowerdaisybee]

you've brought this upon yourself :> may i request cc!bench trio with reader at a skate park? personally i see ranboo being more of a roller skates guy than a skateboard guy. i can also see reader trying to teach tommy how to skateboard and teaching him a few tricks along the way but like the dumbass tommy is he falls and they all have a laugh about it- platonic ofc! tysm :>> -froggy

You really have some top tier stuff going here, your requests make me want to forget having a social life and just spend all day on my laptop writing <3

Summary: You and the boys go to the skatepark, but Tommy doesn’t know how to skate

Genre: fluff

Pairings: P!Bench Trio X Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

[A/n]: Requests are open :] <3

You smiled and waved excitedly when you saw the three boys approaching. You had been waiting all week for the chance to skate with them, especially after hearing that Ranboo was in the UK.

You had known the three boys for a while now, having met Tommy in school and being introduced to the other two through him. So when you heard that Ranboo would be in the UK for a while you jumped at the opportunity to hang out together as a quad.

Though to your surprise, Ranboo and Tubbo had brought roller skates instead of boards.

"Gonna roller skate?"

"Yeah, Ranboo prefers roller skates and I didn't want him to feel lonely so I brought mine as well."

"Oh cool!" The duo headed to a nearby bench to put on their roller skates, leaving you and Tommy. From just the way Tommy was holding his board, you could tell he had never ridden before. Though you still took the opportunity to tease him.

"Alright big man, you ready to ride?" A brief look of panic flashes across his face before it was replaced with fake confidence. He had seen Tubbo ride on it plenty of times, it didn't look that hard. Swallowing his fear, he nodded and followed you to an area with smaller ramps.

"You wanna go first or do you want me to."

"Uh, you can go first, that way when you fail I can show you how good I am."

"Tommy, I know you have no idea how to ride. I've just been messing with you." Tommy seemed to physically relax for a moment.

"That's not very nice." Tommy looked at you with a blank face and shook his head, though that serious moment was quickly ended when the two of you burst into laughter.

"You were really just gonna let me eat shit and get hurt?"

"No! That's why I said something because I knew that's exactly what you'd do. I can teach you how to ride if you want, I've taught a couple other people." Tommy nodded and the two of you moved over to a flat area so that Tommy could learn easier. Passing Tubbo and Ranboo on the way, you guys waved and they waved back. At least those two knew what they were doing.

"Ok, so the first step is figuring out which way you want to stand on it. Are you a righty or a lefty?"

"Both."

"Fuck that's right. Well, you've seen Tubbo ride before right?"

"Yeah, what does that have to do with this?"

"So you've seen how he stands on the board, so I want you to stand on the board the same way but try switching between your right and left foot forward and see which one feels more comfortable." Tommy did just that, switching between the two a few times. Eventually, he settled on having his left in the front and his right in the back.

"Alright now there's keeping your balance while moving. Do you have good balance?"

"Uh, I think so."

"Ok well stand on the board and give me your hands." Tommy did just that, although he was confused as to why.

Holding his hands tightly in yours, you began to move sideways, the motion pushing the board forwards. Tommy let out a surprised woah but kept very calm, and his balance was amazing too.

"Alright, we're gonna move a little faster ok?"

"Ok." Even at a faster speed, he was still able to balance well and keep cool. Coming to a stop, Tommy stepped off the board.

"Geez dude, you're a natural. How come you never learned sooner?"

"I don't know, I never really had a reason to learn. If I knew all four of us were gonna one day meet up and go skating together, maybe I would've considered it more but it was just never something I thought about."

"You've got a board though, so you've had to have thought of it at some point."

"Actually, I borrowed this from Tubbo, but I'll probably buy one of my own soon." You nodded and went to say something else but were cut off by a loud scream. Turning around you saw Ranboo laying on the ground and Tubbo stood next time.

You and Tommy booked it over and started asking if he was ok.

"He's fine he's just being overdramatic."

"I think I broke my butt." The four of you burst into laughter, finding humor in Ranboo's words.

"Well I don't know about you three but I'm starving. Wanna go get lunch, my treat?" There was an immediate chorus of yes's from all three boys, their fast response making you chuckle.

"Alright well get up, get your stuff, and let's go." All three boys raced off towards their things, grabbing them as fast as they could.

With everything and everyone all set, the four of you headed off. Hopefully, lunch would be less chaotic than the skate park.

[poptartmochi]

33, 42, 53? 💖

ohh, thank you shannon!! 💙💗💙 i peeped the questions really quickly and these are ones I really was hoping someone would ask me, so 🥺🥺🥺 I am very grateful for your ask! 😭💗 I hope you're doing well (also!! ty for liveblogging the novels [i couldn't remember if it was just tgcf or if you did other ones too 🤦🏻‍♀️]- they're really interesting and I can't wait to read them once we move!)

under a readmore because this one... she got a Bit Long ;') <3

prompt

33. something you want to learn

ohhh, so much!! Academically for me, there's the entirety of. music and pedagogy that I really cannot wait to learn about once I go back to school, but beyond that dear god. i am consumed by the desire to learn and the exhaustion to never do it smh!

There's a ton of things I want to learn to better my character for Ren Faire, including hair-styling + makeup but also things like sewing, bookbinding, calligraphy... Corylana drives me to want to learn all sorts of niche things- I've been eyeing leathercrafts, blacksmithing, and embroidery to broaden her horizons. Also wanted to learn how to play things like the dizi and guzheng so that I could play them as part of her character, although now that sometime has passed since I first had those ideas, I think it'd be better/cooler/??? to learn Vietnamese instruments like the đàn tranh, đàn nguyệt, đàn tỳ bà, or the đàn tứ as a way to connect with my culture... I rotate it around in my mind Often!

Outside of Corylana + school, I also want to learn how to speak Vietnamese and Spanish, cook things that are more involved, play the harp/ukulele/kalimba ??, knit....... the list goes on and on. I hope I live a long time so that I can do all of it :')

42. favorite book(s)

This question jeff the kills me because it's been so long since I've had time to read for my own entertainment + I have terrible memory so I don't really remember what books I did enjoy a long time ago. A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki was one of my favorite books in high school, but a friend read through it v recently + it made me realize I don't remember it as well as I thought. 🌪 When I used to work at the library, I shelved Loung Ung's autobiography First They Killed My Father that I eventually decided to read it and its sequel, Lucky Child and god.... I cried so much reading those books, they were really good! I used to primarily tend to the nonfiction portion of the library- some other books that I frequently shelved and really enjoyed were Thee Marie Kondo <3's Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up (a fucking life-changer alongside her show.. completely changed how I viewed cleaning and organizing things and I'm really excited to apply that to our new house!) and the Little Book of Hygge! idk about you guys but I really enjoy nonfiction (is this Because of my old job or did I gravitate towards that section Because I subconsciously enjoy it??? a mystery...) so! if anyone has any recs I would love to jot them down! :3

53. 5 things that make me happy

this question... 🥺🥺🥺 questions like this are so sweet, thank you for asking it shannon 💞💞💞

as much as they drive me crazy, my family! esp my nephew- I think his birth really changed all of us and it's just. really cool to see him grow up. 🥺😭😭😭

keeping up with you guys + seeing what everyone is getting up to! i'm shit at keeping up conversations but it's genuinely always really nice to know everyone is doing alright :')

when you pour water from the fridge and it's Cold, instead of being lukewarm........ feels like hitting the jackpot <3

going to home stories, like Lowe's or Home Depot, and adventuring through their gardening sections... I'm not sure if you could call those liminal spaces but being in them is SO nice, i always feel like a little froggie haha

flying! there's something about going to airports and just being nobody, surrounded by other people who are on their own literal journeys and have their own stories. and also being up in the clouds and just watching the ground sloooowly slip by (although.. nothing emotionally gets me like when you're juuust low enough in the air to make out cars and stuff + you can watch them driving as if they were toys. OR when it's nighttime and the streets of cities are lit up like veins + if you fly over a highway you can Feel the flow of traffic in your own veins. I think all of this is like. a microdose of the overview effect haha!) I think I also enjoy flying because. for some short time. you are completely unreachable >)

Bonus sixth! just bc it's loud rn + on my mind. I honestly really enjoy having a room by the highway! I get in my own mind A Lot and it's comforting to have the sound of tons of people driving by to remind me that life is much larger than you think, that it goes on regardless, that to someone else the things I stress myself out about mean nothing.

another one smh... but stormy weather.. we're either in or approaching hurricane season and you can tell because it storms Allll Day Long <3 it's been thundering since at least 4am and ugh! weather my beloved!

[ixalit]

hi max! what kind of engineering are you studying right now? and do you think you’ll want to do that type of engineering for the rest of your life or is it more of a stepping-off point?

Hi froggie!

I’m studying Biomedical Engineering. It’s the field of science that does cool shit like designing artificial organs and prosthetic limbs, improving genomic testing, using nanoparticles to treat cancer, and a bunch of other stuff!

Within BME there are a focus areas of biomedical electronics, biomechatronics, bioinstrumentation, biomaterials, biomechanics, bionics, cellular/tissue/genetic engineering, clinical engineering, medical imaging, orthopedic bioengineering, rehabilitation engineering, systems physiology, bionanotechnology, and neural engineering (and the field as a whole is always expanding).

I’m mostly interested in the places where technology, materials, and biology come together. Namely biomechatronics, biomechanics, bionics, rehabilitation, and bionanotech.

In terms of if I’ll do it for the rest of my life... I don’t know! I’ve been really interested in it for six years now, and for the most part everything I learn makes me want to learn more. The nice thing is that this field is constantly changing, new research coming out, new discoveries being made... so I don’t think I’ll ever get bored 😆

I’m thinking I’ll probably go into R&D after I graduate, which won’t be for at least a couple years, and from there I’ll see where it takes me. What’s nice is that a STEM degree can usually get you a bunch of positions, even if they’re not in the field you studied.

I’m still in my “pre-reqs” phase of college and, and I’m most likely going to take a break year next year (I’ve been under a lot of stress with family, pandemic, health, and then school on top of that), so that I can save up some money and get to a better place with my physical/mental health stability. But from there... we’ll see! 🤷‍♂️

[maybeimamuppet]

the blood of angry (wo)men

hey hey darling readers!! welcome back!! for a second, anyway!! this is a request fill for aspenchokey on wattpad, who requested leo and layla being with damian and one gets her period. so here it is. this also means you get to meet some more of my oc''s in the form of damian and aaron's kids. so, some basic information: they're a group of three biological siblings that they adopted. ivie is the oldest, shes 18 in this and was 13 when they were adopted, but shes just mentioned and not really in this. ellis is in the middle, hes 15 and was 10 when they were adopted. then milly (short for amelie) is the baby. shes 8 in this and was 3 when they were adopted.

tw for periods/menstruation. otherwise, please enjoy!!

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“Girls!” Cady calls from the kitchen. Her twins both come barreling down the stairs to find her.

“Yeah, Mama?” Layla asks, panting slightly.

“Uncle D is going to watch you tonight, your mom and I have a-“ Cady replies.

“Date night, we know, Mama. It’s Saturday,” Leo finishes. Cady chuckles.

“We are pretty predictable, aren’t we?” She hums. “We’ll drop you off around five and be back to get you by eleven.”

“Ooh, late night,” Layla teases. Cady rolls her eyes.

“You know what we get up to,” she huffs. “Your boring old mothers.”

“Mom told us about the time she stole a sheep when you were in high school,” Leo pipes up. “What happened to that?”

“We happened,” Cady laughs. “She grew up and settled down.”

Janis comes in then, paintbrush behind her ear and carrying a mug. “Hey, gang. What are we talking about?”

“You,” Layla teases. “And how you’re old and boring now.”

“Ah,” Janis says with a knowing nod. She takes a drink of whatever’s in her mug. “Oh, that’s the paint water, what-ugh!”

“Jay,” Cady huffs around a laugh. “Maybe you haven’t settled down. Why do you never look at things before you drink them?”

“I like to live on the edge,” Janis responds, wiping her tongue off on a paper towel.

“We’re in our forties now, you should probably step back from that edge,” Cady giggles as she hands her some juice to rinse the taste from her mouth. “Goofy.”

Janis thankfully takes the offered beverage and chugs it, then wraps her wife in a hug. “Thank you.”

“Of course, my love,” Cady chuckles, turning around and pulling her wife in for a kiss. The twins both exclaim in disgust and run back upstairs. “You still taste like paint, go brush your teeth.”

“Okay,” Janis pouts.

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“Layla! Leo!” The twins’ cousin, Milly, yells as she runs to greet them.

“Let them breathe, Mills,” Damian chides gently as his nieces are squished in a tight hug by his youngest child. Milly moves onto her aunties, so Damian takes his turn to tackle the twins.

“Hey, Uncle D,” Leo says, sounding a little choked as she’s wrapped in a tight hug. It’s what they’ve come to expect after thirteen years of knowing him. Janis eventually pries him off her daughters for her turn, and Cady joins in.

Layla and Leo head into the living room as Milly drags them along. Aaron is there playing a video game with his son, Ellis.

“Ellie!” Layla yells teasingly, running to tackle her cousin. Ellis has roughly four seconds to scramble to put his controller down and get into a safe position before she lands on him with a dull thud.

“I hate you so much,” he grumbles. “Hey.”

“Whatcha playing?” Layla asks, yelping as Leo drags her off to allow her cousin some personal space.

“Fifa,” Ellis says once he’s got his hair back to its properly ruffled state.

“Ooh, can I play?” Layla asks. Aaron hands his controller over. “Hehe. I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Hey!” Cady and Janis both call at the same time. Layla shrinks into herself.

“Sorry, moms,” she mumbles. Cady raises an eyebrow at Janis, who also shrinks into herself. They both know she’s the reason why their twins know every curse word in the dictionary. “Sorry El.”

“It’s fine,” Ellis chuckles. “I’ll kick your butt first.”

Layla snaps to attention and goes to work trying to beat her cousin. Aaron comes to join his husband and friends for a chat while Milly drags Leo to the backyard to do dances.

After a nice, but long, conversation, Cady and Janis kiss their twins goodbye and head out. Damian and Aaron are now left alone with four children. Oh boy.

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Leo teaches Milly bits of her routines until sunset, at which point they’re called inside. Both of them are sweaty and frizzy-haired and immediately head to the kitchen to chug down water.

Leo plops down next to her sister and leans in, covering her twin in sweat. Layla shoves her away with a groan.

“Ew, Leo! Gross!”

“Like you don’t do it to me,” Leo retaliates. “What happened to kicking his butt?”

“I’ve never played this before!” Layla says.

“You played soccer for, like, five years, how is a video game of it that different?” Leo teases. Ellis tugs Leo down to the floor by an ankle to stop their bickering. She yelps and thumps to the ground beside him. “Ow!”

“You’re a gymnast, don’t you fall all the time?” Ellis teases.

“Yeah, on my face, usually,” Leo grumbles, rubbing her sore bum. She notices red on her hand when she shifts positions. Oh, hell.

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“Where did Leo run off to?” Aaron asks as he comes back into the room.

“I dunno, she just ran upstairs,” Ellis shrugs. “She was fine before, I don’t know what happened.”

“I’ll go check on her,” Layla says. “Here, Uncle Aaron.”

“Thanks, squirt,” Aaron says, taking the controller back from his niece and getting back into the game.

“Lolo? Where did you go?” Layla calls as she heads up the stairs to find her twin.

Nothing.

“Hey!” Layla yelps as a hand suddenly snatches her arm and hauls her into the bathroom. “Leo, what-“

“We have a situation,” Leo hisses.

“Okay, you couldn’t just tell me that? Where have you been?” Layla grumbles. “What do you want, dummy?”

“I’ve been in here,” Leo murmurs. “It… happened.”

“What?”

“It,” Leo says again, sharper. Layla’s eyes go wide.

“Ohhhh,” she says. “That’s… fine, you know? Mom and Mama told us about this, they said not to be embarrassed. It’s natural, Lolo.”

“Yeah, but there’s nothing to use. Our backpacks are at home and there’s nothing here,” Leo huffs. “I think Ivie took all her stuff with her to college. I don’t want to get blood all over the place.”

“Oh yeah,” Layla agrees. “Should I go ask Uncle D to buy some?”

“No!”

“Why not? You need something,” Layla huffs. “Or are you just gonna hide in here until Mom and Mama come get us?”

“I don’t want him to know,” Leo grumbles. “It’s… it’s embarrassing.”

“You’re literally doing the opposite of what Mom and Mama said to do,” Layla says. “Uncle D, like, changed our diapers and stuff. He has two daughters, and one of them definitely already has her period. He’s not gonna care or judge you for needing stuff.”

“Yeah, I know, but-“ Leo begins, getting cut off by a knock on the door.

“Ladies, is everything good? You’ve been in there a while,” Damian asks through the door. “We’re gonna watch a movie soon.”

The twins frantically gesture to one another, having a conversation without words. Layla wants to tell him, Leo doesn’t. Layla wins.

She checks to make sure everything important is covered to protect her twin’s privacy and then opens the door. Damian pokes his head in with his eyes closed.

“What’s up?” He asks.

“Japan is invading,” Leo grumbles.

“What?”

“Satan’s sacrificial waterfall,” Leo tries again.

“Oh,” Damian says. “Oh my gosh! Aww, honey! You guys are growing up quick, holy shit.”

“Why did you get that one?” Layla asks.“That’s what your mom called it when we were in high school,” Damian explains. “And college. Living together was rough those weeks.”

The twins both giggle a bit, imagining their mom clinging to Damian and whining at him. It’s nothing they haven’t seen before, but imagining them younger is fun.

“Oh, we don’t have anything here, do we?” Damian suddenly realizes. “Shit. Which one of you is it? Both?”

“Just her,” Layla teases. “But yeah, she needs stuff.”

Damian thwacks her on the head gently. “It’s gonna happen to you, soon, be nice. Leo, honey, why don’t you take a shower? I’m gonna take your darling twin to go buy you some stuff you’ll need.”

“Did I get blood anywhere?” Leo asks anxiously as Damian hands her a few soft towels.

“I didn’t see any,” Damian shrugs. “If you did it’s not a big deal, after being married to your uncle for twelve years I know how to get stains out of everything. Speaking of, give Layla anything that got stained, we’ll wash that for you.”

“Okay,” Leo murmurs. “Thanks, Uncle D.”

“Of course, honey. You relax, everything’s good,” Damian comforts, hauling Layla back out of the bathroom and shutting the door. “Darling?”

Aaron pops his head out from the kitchen and looks at them as they walk downstairs. “Yeah, babe?”

“I’m taking Layla out for a while, do you have dinner plans yet?” Damian asks.

“No, why?” Aaron asks as Damian follows him back to the kitchen. He spies the slightly stained shorts in Layla’s hands. “Ah. Got it.”

Layla looks between them in confusion. “What?”

“We’re having spaghetti and meatballs tonight,” Aaron says.

“Okay, how did you-what did-“ Layla stutters.

“Both your moms always crave carbs and red meat when they’re on their periods, it’ll probably be the same for you two. You learn stuff quick when you live with two ladies,” Damian shrugs.

“Daddy, can I come?” Milly asks. “Please? I’m done with chores.”

“Of course, Froggy,” Damian says, grinning as his daughter squeals and runs off to find some shoes. “El, do you want to come?”

“Where are you going?” Ellis asks.“Just the convenience store, probably,” Damian says. Ellis shakes his head and goes back to his video game. “Alrighty. Let’s go!”

————-

“Layla, do you know what brand your moms bought you guys?” Damian asks once they’re in the right aisle.

“No,” Layla says. “Does it really matter? They all look the same.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter all that much,” Damian shrugs. “But they are different sizes, so we’ll have to read them first.”

“These ones are pretty,” Milly says, pointing to a box.

“Those are tampons, honey, we need pads,” Damian says. “Your moms should do tampons with you, that’s not… my area of expertise.”

“What’s a tampon?” Milly asks.

“Um… it’s kind of like a pad, but it goes inside,” Damian says. Milly pulls a face and runs away from the box. “You have a few years left, kiddo. You have time to learn.”

“It’s gonna happen to me too?” Milly huffs.“Yep. Every month until you’re about fifty,” Damian responds with a ruffle to her hair.

“What the hell?!” Milly yells. “That’s not fair! Daddy, can’t I just be a boy like you?”

Damian and Layla both bite their lips to hold back a laugh at Milly’s reaction. Damian doesn’t even scold her for swearing.

“Do you actually want to be a boy or do you just not want a period?” Layla asks helpfully. “You don’t have to be a boy to not get one. My mom takes medicine to stop hers because it bugs her so much.”

“Oh,” Milly says. “I’ll do that. I like being a girl.”

Layla hugs her from behind and continues browsing. “This kind look familiar, I think this is what Mama got us.”

Damian grabs grabs the box and reads over it. “Sounds good to me.” He tosses it into their basket along with the nighttime variety in case someone gets their period during a sleepover. “Okay, this way.”

“Candy?” Layla asks in confusion when she sees what aisle they’ve been led to. “Why?”

“You have so much to learn, young one,” Damian tuts. He grabs a massive bag of chocolate and adds it to their basket too. Layla tries to peek at what kinds are inside and earns herself a gentle flick. “Not for you.”

“That’s all for Leo?!” Layla asks loudly. “No fair!”

“Do you currently have a torrent of blood escaping your body against your will?” Damian asks with a raised eyebrow. Layla shakes her head. “That’s what I thought. You’ll get your own bag when you get yours. I’ll fight off your moms to give you your first period chocolate. Just a few more things, then we can go back home.”

Damian grabs some spare undies and a lavender teddy, one that can be microwaved and used as a heating pad. Once that’s been added to the basket he lets each of the girls pick a face mask for themselves, and ones for him, Aaron, Leo, and Ellis too.

“Ooh, look!” Milly suddenly says, wandering off when she spies some miniature backpacks. “Daddy, can I get one?”

“Actually, yeah,” Damian says. “Layla, that’d be good for when you two don’t have your school backpacks, you could keep your stuff in there. You should pick one too.”

“Okay,” Layla shrugs, grabbing a purple one without much thought.

“This one can be for Leo!” Milly says happily, holding a blue one with her own pink one.

“Sounds good, Froggy,” Damian hums. “Okay, let’s go check out now.”

Once their few items have been purchased, Milly takes the receipt that’s nearly as long as she is and does a ribbon dance around the parking lot. Layla cheers her on and acts as a backup dancer until they make it back to the car.

“Crazies,” Damian says lovingly as they enter the car. “Buckle up, I need to go home and eat.”

—————

They hear the shower water shut off just as they get back. Damian sends Layla upstairs with the new undies and pads to give to Leo. Her twin opens the door to take them and then quickly shuts it again, locking it behind her. Layla is halfway back downstairs before she hears Leo call for her.

With an eye roll she turns back around. “What now?”

“I don’t have clothes,” Leo mumbles. “Mine are in the laundry.”

“Oh,” Layla says. She takes a deep breath and yells, “Uncle D!”

“What?” Damian yells back.

“Leo needs clothes!”

“Oh! Okay, one sec!” Damian calls.

“God, Layla, you’re so loud,” Leo grumbles through the door.

“It worked, I don’t see why you’re complaining,” Layla huffs back.

Damian pads his way up the stairs. “You guys can’t share with Milly anymore, can you? That growth spurt you two had. Hmm.”

He disappears to his own bedroom and comes back with some of his old sweatpants and a hoodie.

“These will have to do, Aaron’s old stuff is all in the laundry,” he says, handing them to Layla to give to her twin. “Leo, dinner’s done whenever you’re ready, honey.”

“Thanks, Uncle D,” Leo calls through the door.

“Of course,” Damian says as he heads back to everyone downstairs.

“Do you need anything else, Your Highness?” Layla grumbles.

“No, leave me alone,” Leo says back.

“Suit yourself. Love you,” Layla calls as she also heads back downstairs.

“Love you too!”

————-

Leo comes padding gently down the stairs a few minutes later. Her wet hair is loosely braided over her shoulder and she’s in her uncle’s sweats, the pants tied with a hair tie at her waist and cuffed to fit, and the sleeves of the shirt rolled up several times.

Layla watches in a mix of awe and concern as her small dancer of a twin sister wolfs down three portions of their spaghetti dinner in the same time it takes her to finish one. Leo sticks her tongue out at her when she catches her staring.

-

“Whoa,” Leo says when she spies the massive bag of candy and teddy bear waiting for her on the couch after dinner. “This is all for me?”

“Of course,” Damian says. “Celebrate your next forty-odd years of misery, come on.”

“Leo, look,” Milly insists, dragging her to see the teddy bear. “He smells nice and you can cook him so he gets warm!”

“Thanks, Mills,” Leo chuckles. “Did you name it yet?”

“No,” Milly murmurs. “Um… Theo!”

“I like it,” Leo nods.

“Oh, wait!” Milly yells suddenly, running to grab the backpacks they bought.

“Milly, inside voice, darling,” Aaron scolds gently. There’s not much use to it, Milly is so exuberant all the time.

“Sorry Papa,” Milly says shyly. “Here!”

Leo takes it curiously. “Thank you.”

“For when we don’t have our school bags,” Layla explains. “Mine’s purple, don’t touch it.”

Leo rolls her eyes. “Sure, like I want your stuff. Hey, that’s mine!”

Layla quickly stuffs the rest of her stolen piece of chocolate into her mouth so Leo can’t have it back. “Heh.”

“Loser,” Leo huffs.

“Settle down,” Damian chuckles, grabbing his daughter and sitting on the couch for a movie while Milly passes out the face masks. Ellis cuddles into his side, and Aaron sits by him. Leo and Layla take their usual place on the ground by everyone’s feet. Leo holds her new warm teddy bear to her cramping tummy and forces her twin to cuddle her.

————-

“Heyyy,” Cady greets as they enter the house a few hours later. Milly runs to go hug her aunties.

“Hey, Milly Billy!” Janis greets, scooping her niece up and carrying her back to the living room. “Aww.”

Her twins are both sound asleep on the floor and almost completely intertwined. She can’t totally tell where one ends and the other begins.

“Why is Leo in Damian’s clothes?” Cady asks, taking a few pictures of her daughters actually tolerating each other.

“And why is there so much chocolate?” Janis adds, setting Milly down to go back to her own family.

“Leo started her period, her stuff got stained,” Damian explains. Aaron heads to go grab said clothes from the dryer. “So we took a fun little trip to the convenience store.”

“Poor kid,” Janis hums. “I didn’t even think of that, we gave them stuff to keep in their school bags but I forgot to give them anything for when they’re… not at school.”

“She was fine, she actually handled everything pretty well,” Damian shrugs. “Did you ladies have fun?”

Cady starts giggling suddenly, and Janis pouts. “I only hit the ceiling one time!”

“Jay, we went bowling,” Cady giggles. “I still don’t know how you managed it, that ball was heavy.”

“It was one time! I beat you, anyway,” Janis grumbles.

“I let you win,” Cady retaliates. “Get our children.”

Janis carefully pries the twins apart and scoops up Layla while Cady takes all of their things. Cady carefully pecks her daughter on the forehead as Janis carries her past and giggles quietly as her nose twitches.

Janis comes back once Layla is safely in the car and grabs Leo to carry her out as well. Leo is a lighter sleeper and wakes up as she’s lifted from the ground.

“Hey, Mommy,” she yawns. Janis chuckles and kisses her forehead.

“Hey, Bee. I hear you had a big day,” she whispers back. Leo nods and cuddles into her. Cady kisses her forehead too, and her daughter grins a little. “Bye guys. Thank you for taking care of her.”

Aaron and Damian both wave as the ladies all leave. Janis puts Leo in the back by her sister and gets into her own seat to take her family home. Leo falls back asleep almost immediately, so Cady and Janis are almost alone together.

Cady looks at her when she hears a sniffle. “Mpendwa, what’s wrong?��

“They’re growing up,” Janis whispers. “Leo has her period, she’s-she’s a teenager. They both are, they’re not… they’re not my little ones anymore.”

Cady grins sadly at her and squeezes her hand. “I know. We can’t stop time. But they’ll always be our babies.”

Janis nods and squeezes her back, blinking the tears out of her eyes so she can drive safely.

—-

Janis carries the twins up to bed once they get home. When she heads back to her own bedroom, she finds her wife waiting for her with an old photo album from the twins’ first few years.

Janis rushes through changing into her pajamas and brushing her teeth to cuddle in with her wife. She and Cady stay up late, reminiscing over the photos and even farther back.

“Did you ever think when you rescued me from the bathroom that day in high school that we’d be here?” Cady asks quietly once photos have been seen and stories retold.

“I could only dream it, Sunshine,” Janis murmurs back. Cady scoffs and nudges her.

“You’re so poetic,” she chuckles. Janis rests the photo album on her nightstand and grabs her wife for their nightly cuddle session. Once the lights are off and they’re holding each other close, Cady whispers, “I’m glad we’re here.”

“I am too, baby,” Janis whispers back in between kisses. “I am too.” -

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YOU CAN PUSH TO START (BAKUGO + URARAKA)

A/N: refriedweeb here again. not much to say but to those of you who just followed me you’re all awesome and if you get followed back by @pomegranatedaydreams that’s my main blog! it took me a while to find the voices of these two since I’m used to writing with characters x readers HAPPY KACCHAKO WEEK

Prompt: After the UA Sport’s Festival and the student interns, Bakugo and Ochako are sparring once more. Only this time, Ochako has some experience under her belt and only confirms Bakugo’s thoughts that she’s far from fragile

tags: tension, angst, sparring, fighting

word count: 3,374

It’s been a couple of months since the UA Sport’s Festival and since class 1-A had gotten to go on their Hero Agency internships. It’s safe to say that there’s been a rejuvenated sense of purpose in the young heroes of 1-A, and it’s showing in their efforts to get back to training and learning the most they can out of their time at UA. One person this has certainly affected visibly is Ochako Uraraka, who has returned from her internships a seemingly different person. She carries herself differently, more confidently. Her internship with Gunhead has seemingly lit a new fire in her, and she’s ready to go. After the Sport’s Festival where she’d taken on Katsuki Bakugo and been defeated after what she thought was a false representation of what she could really do, she wants to prove herself as worthy of being in the hero course more than ever.

Someone who has definitely been paying attention to that is none other than the resident hothead himself, Katsuki Bakugo. He knew back then after she kept coming at him with everything she had at the UA Sport’s Festival, that Ochako was far from weak. Inexperienced and perhaps not as aggressive of a quirk as his was, but by no means weak. He’s stood by his comment from the festival when his classmates had given him slack for going at her with all he had. What part of her was frail? 

That particular fight hadn’t been a victory that Bakugo had been proud of winning. The look on Ochako’s face when she’d fallen to the ground, beaten so badly that she hadn't been able to get back hadn’t felt right to him. Normally one to celebrate his opponent’s defeat, he’d been left speechless when Midnight had declared him the winner. There was no celebrating in that victory, and though it had been months ago, it still didn’t make him feel good. It’d been hard to look at pink cheeks for the following weeks, not quite sure if he should say sorry. Bakugo felt that he was one of the few people that understood what it was that Ochako’s quirk was, and how dangerous it could be. Taking away something’s gravity? If she’d gotten a hand on him at the sport’s festival he might have very well had no choice but to surrender in the fight. And there was no way in hell he was getting beaten in the first round. He had to be the best, he had to go all out, and there was nothing that suggested that Ochako wouldn’t have been able to hold out on him. Frankly, she’d done better than he thought she would. Tch. And somehow he was the bad guy for fighting back instead of just letting her get a hit on him.

And while cheeks had a great Hero Internship, Bakugo was hard pressed to call his internship with Best Jeanist that. His hair was still falling in a weird way compared to what it usually did with all that combing and gel that it’d been put through. He hadn’t even got to see any damn action! It’d been about manners, about how to make him a more approachable hero. Meanwhile everyone else had an exciting internship, even froggy! It was bullshit and Bakugo was still pretty bitter over it, which was why he was headed to the gym on school grounds. There was some aggression that he wanted to work out, and he had a feeling that the gym would be empty. And if it wasn’t, then it wouldn’t take a whole lot of attitude on his end to get them to fuck off to somewhere far away from him.

With his hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts, that was where Bakugo headed. He still couldn’t believe the shit hand he’d gotten with his internship, and kicked a spare can just as he pushed into the gym. Only to find that he wasn’t alone. Katsuki blinked in surprise to see none other than Ochako in there, working at a punching bag with effort and determination. He stood there, mouth hanging open. 

“Pink cheeks?”

Ochako jumped, clapping her hands over her mouth as she whirled around, sweat dripping down her forehead. A physical marker of just how hard she’d been working before Bakugo had come and interrupted her one on one session. But to see him standing there, watching her like she was doing something weird only sparked a little fear in her heart. Ochako slapped her hands down against her thighs, and then stilled the swinging punching bag behind her, eyes dancing frantically as she tried to come up with some idea as to why she was in the gym rather than the very obvious reason that she was in the gym.

“Oh, hey, uh, Bakugo!” she chirped, doing her best to give a smile that didn’t look half as nervous as she felt. He saw right through it. Bakugo exhaled through his nose as she continued on. “I didn’t know you’d be here, or anything, I was just...training on my own! Practicing some of the moves that Gunhead taught me during the-”

He cut you off. “Yeah, tch, we all know how special your internship was.” Ochako’s blush deepened and she leaned back on her hip.

“Sorry...” she looked down at her feet, swallowing the knot of nerves in her throat. She’d picked Gunhead as her internship option because he could teach her things that she didn’t know, he could help her get stronger so that she’d be able to keep pace with the rest of the top students in her class. The last thing Uraraka wanted to be looked at as was one of the students who didn’t belong in 1-A because they weren’t that great of a hero. She needed to be able to support her family, to help them out in the way of finances. Ochako couldn’t fail at this, and she refused to give up. It’d been why she pushed herself so hard against her and Bakugo’s fight back at the Sport’s Festival. She was tired of people looking at her like she needed saving...or that she was weak. “I can go...if you want, I didn’t mean to...” Ochako paused, giving a weak chuckle as she ran a hand through her hair. “I’ll just go.”

Bakugo watched as she bent down to pick up the water bottle she’d brought with her, the sweat towel. And the look of what he was well aware was the emotion of fear. Was she scared of him? Because of what had happened at the sport’s festival? He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, rolling his eyes. “Don’t. Gunhead taught you some cool tricks, sure. But that doesn’t mean you’re any better of a hero than you were before.”

Ochako snapped up at him, her brows defined and making the angry expression on her round face look...cute. He blinked at the thought, shaking it out of his head because it had no reason being there, at least not one that he was willing to acknowledge. Hell, he had respect for her because she kept getting back up when he kept beating her down but...it didn’t go outside of that, did it?

“You know Bakugo, you don’t have to be so mean all the time to people who have never done anything to you in your life. You should try making some friends outside of Kirishima.” The blush on her cheeks had deepened as she stood up for herself, but Ochako was tired of being looked down, seen as weak by her classmates. Especially Bakugo. 

“Then spar with me.”

The statement was so simple, so quiet that Uraraka wasn’t even sure she’d heard him right. “What?”

“Spar with me, round cheeks.”

She blinked, looking at him for a period of time without saying anything. It was likely that Bakugo was just going to beat her all over again and she’d feel worse about his statement turning out true, that she hadn’t grown during her internship. But Uraraka knew that wasn’t true. She just knew. She opened and closed her mouth several times, internally debating on what to do while Bakugo just stood there, scowling at her as he grew more and more impatient. 

“Fine,” Katsuki’s eyebrows lifted, a little surprised that she’d even said yes. But when the burgundy eyes met that of Uraraka’s honey (why was he thinking of her eyes like honey?) he found there was nothing but determination there. She really wanted to do this. “We’ll do it in the open gym so we don’t ruin any of the equipment here.”

Which was perfectly fine with him. The two of them made their way across the training grounds, finding that open gym empty. Good. Despite Ochako’s nerves, she was excited. This was a chance for her to prove to not only Bakugo, but most importantly herself, how far she’d come. When she compared herself against her teammates, Momo, Todoroki, Deku, and Bakugo, she felt that she was falling behind. That she wouldn’t be able to keep up with their growth. This was her chance to build her confidence. 

The two came to stand across from one another, Ochako letting out a deep breath. Bakugo was watching her, waiting. “So we are allowed to use our quirks, or what? You need a handicap?” She shook her head, that same fixed look of determination coming back into her expression and causing Bakugo to swallow against the tightness in his throat. It was a look different from the festival, and he had to admit...he kind of liked it.

A moment of pause came as they both settled into fighting stances, Bakugo knowing he had to steer clear of her hands unless he wanted to meet the ceiling. Ochako needed to be smarter than the last time they’d fought, using Bakugo’s weakness to her advantage. She moved first, running at him full speed. A grin stretched over Bakugo’s features, opening up his palms as they started to glisten with the same sweat that allowed him to make explosions. “You’re starting with the same opening moves from the festival? You really haven’t changed!”

He fired off an explosion, his free hand supporting his firing hand. The smoke was heavy, and he was sure he’d gotten the first hit in their spar. Tch. Just like the festival. If this was still the best that she had... “Huh?” Bakugo’s eyes jumped forward and there she was, Ochako holding her breath and turning pinker in the face as she floated above him. Same approach...different tactic. His eyes widened as she dropped closer to him, holding a palm out towards his head. One touch and he’d be gravity free. “Like hell!” he yelled, reaching up to aim at her again, Uraraka bringing her hands together to release her from her float. Bakugo’s eyes widened as she came down towards him, and he fired off another round. It hit her, sending Uraraka bouncing to the side. Bakugo turned his attention to her again, frowning as she came to rest on her elbows, letting out a small moan of pain.

And then...

Something came down on his head, hard. He swore, rubbing his head as he turned around to look at what it was. A shoe... Ochako’s shoe... Already too late, Katsuki whipped around to see her within inches of him, hand outstretched again. He grimaced, noting that she was indeed only wearing one shoe. Not wanting to fire on her at such close range, Bakugo swung a fist, grazing Ochako’s cheeks as she dropped down, swiping his legs out from underneath him. When had she gotten so fast? This was from just her internship? Just another affirmation that Bakugo had picked the wrong hero to intern with...

His back hit the ground hard, and Ochako was lunging at him. If she could get him in the air, she’d definitely have an advantage. At least she felt like she would. Her moves were confident, more sure of herself as she moved after Bakugo, aiming to hit him in the chest to get him to float. Her jaw was set in a determined line, only for Bakugo to defend himself again. A blast caught her in the stomach, sending her flying backwards against the concrete ground. She was pretty sure that it singed her hair too. She winced, noting at how hard that one hurt. Good. She didn’t want Bakugo to hold back. She didn’t want to be seen as weak. “Stop holding back!” She called, holding her side as she got back to her feet. Though this time, she didn’t wobble when she took a step forward. She didn’t crumble to the ground, defeated. “I’m not weak!”

Katsuki’s eyes widened as the imagery of the sport’s festival and what he was seeing in front of him merged together. He smirked, chuckled, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as he got back up too. “I never thought you were, cheeks.”

Bakugo came at her, palms open and ready to send her head flying off. Ochako leaned into her defensive stance, fists raised in front of her. Bakugo was someone who could fight close range and from far away, whereas Ochako’s strength had been support and long distance. But now..after her internship...she smiled, it hidden behind her fists as Bakugo charged at her.  She wouldn’t give in that easily! She had people to make proud! A blast of smoke set off, Bakugo lifted into the air by his own quirk seconds later. If that was how he wanted to do it...

She waited until he was closer to her, Ochako jumping into the air as well. She saw the surprise on his face as he set another explosive fist off behind him, bringing him to her faster. Ochako held her breath, floating into the air at a much slower pace. Bakugo yelled, Ochako unable to do the same unless she wanted to throw her whole plan off. She balled herself up as she floated closer to the hurtling projectile that was Katsuki Bakugo, closing her eyes as she felt the heat of the explosion drawing closer on her skin. She was moving suddenly, shot to the sky as they came within inches of each other. All she needed...

Her hand stretched out, not aiming for Bakugo’s chest as she had been earlier. He was shooting to the side to come at her from the left, which was all Ochako needed to get...his shoe. She wrapped her fingers around it, eyes widening. She did it. Yes!

“Hey!” Bakugo shouted, his momentum changed as he started to wobble around in the air, not able to do much about controlling his direction. He couldn’t believe it. She’d tagged him.  The feeling of being weightless wasn't one that he could say that he liked, unable to do much but just bob around. Uraraka on the other hand, “Tch!” he exclaimed as she who had much more control over her body in zero-gravity, came towards him. Her cheeks were bright pink now, and her hand was in a fist. 

At that point it became a game of explosive keep away. There was only so much Bakugo could do, each explosion he set off to keep Ochako away from him only sent him closer to the ceiling. Damn it. His hands were coated in sweat, his breathing labored. No matter how much he pushed at the space between them, in zero gravity Ochako was faster. He could see that look of triumph in her eyes, and it almost made him smile to see how proud of herself she was. Almost, because he was still pissed that he was at the disadvantage now. She was coming towards him again, cheeks starting to turn purple, and he held out his hand to fire off at her again. It hit her, sending Uraraka rolling away from her. A little bit of blood dribbling from her nose when she turned upright again. But that look was still there in her eyes, the look of wanting to win. Well then...

Ochako watched as Bakugo tried to right himself, tried to fight the lack of gravity around him to keep fighting. She had him, she was so sure.  She just needed to do one thing. Uraraka floated higher up against Bakugo, leaving space between them. And then...she pressed her fingers together, releasing Bakugo from the anti-gravity spell she’d had him in. Red eyes widened as the force of gravity came racing back to him, sending him plummeting. Only to follow it with... “Yes!” she cried, dropping her own anti-gravity force as she went falling after him. 

Bakugo tried to buffer his plummet with his explosions, which only did so much. He still hit the ground hard, letting out a grunt of pain as he bounced back up before settling on the ground. There wasn’t much time for him to react to see where he was hurting the most, however, because Ochako was coming right at him with feet pointed. Was she going to step on him? Bakugo sat up, aiming an open palmed blast at her again. It fired off, smoke pluming around his hand and the space between them. But her feet came first, showing no sign of giving up. 

Plan B. 

Katsuki reached out, grabbing at Ochako’s feet and yanking them to the side. In the blink of an eye he had her pinned underneath him, the closeness of their bodies causing him to clench his jaw. He was, after all, an angsty teenager who had never had a girlfriend before and had a set bed time of 8:30. To say he was really popular with the ladies was an understatement. But being that close to Ochako to see the different shades of yellow and brown in her eyes...it tugged at something in his chest. With the same open palm above his head and aimed towards her face, Bakugo smirked. “Nice try, cheeks.”

And then the world was moving and it was he that was pinned under her. Her legs were pressed down against either of his arms, closing off his ability to blast his way out of her grip. Ochako’s palm was pressed down on his chest, her breathing labored, the red coming from her nose a little darker with fresh blood. Hair a mess from the explosions that had buffeted her and injured her. She looked almost feral, beyond the definition of determined to win. “I think...” she breathed, smiling in victory. “You mean nice try, Bakugo.”

A blush - a blush - broke out over his face. There were ways that he could get out of this, and they’d run rampant through his head. This wasn’t a loss for Bakugo by far, because he hadn’t been out of options to victory. But seeing that look on Ochako’s face, how happy she looked. “Tch,” he sneered, rolling his eyes. “So you leaned a few fancy tricks with Gunhead, so what?” But on the inside he was in awe at how far she’d come from the sport’s festival. That same determination she’d had to give it her all only amplified since then. It was something that...Bakugo had come to respect anymore. The look of happiness on her face, in her sparkling eyes, it made him feel something. “Now get off of me, Pink Cheeks.”

Ochako was more than happy to, even extending a hand to help him up from the ground. A hand that he took. “We should spar more often, Bakugo! That was fun!” Ochako wiped away the blood from her nose with the back of her hand, smiling at him widely. 

He hung back a couple paces as they walked back, eyes on the back of her head. Amazed. Confused, at his own feelings. Mesmerized by the newfound confidence that Cheeks had. Bakugo took a deep breath in, feeling a rush of something that wasn't adrenaline and wasn’t from the fight that had just happened. The blush crept back his neck and onto his cheeks, and he shoved his hands into his pockets. Nothing. He wasn’t feeling anything.

It wasn’t a lie he believed for one second. 

[trying-write-fanfics]

Shouji Mezo X Reader part 4, Remember

 A couple days went by and the students adjusted to her presence. Most of them liked her and her weird nicknames. Though she remembered Sero’s name he even asked her for one, it was scotch like the tape to scotch on the rocks like the drink. Y/n was trying her best to adjust, her cool calm mask was secure, but under it, there was just so much pressure. She called Kamanri electric eel, Ojiro to orange juice, Sparkles was Aoyama, and there were more. Pressure to not be her, pressure to be around too many people daily, it was all crushing. Pretending to not be herself while still being herself.

 Aizawa told Y/n she’d get better with it as time goes on. The students didn’t seem too weirded out by her, yeah she was eccentric with things she would say, but it wasn’t bad. To learn more about her quirk, Aizawa tried getting her to do the exams he gave to the students on the first day. It was after hours at the school. 

“Just throw the ball as far as you can. Didn’t you do this in middle school?” He asked her. 

“No! I opted out of gym class.” Y/n snapped

She held the ball and looked down at it. He was tricking her into using her quirk, she figured that much. She was instructed not to use it, but she broke that rule so many times. Giving Aizawa a sly smile, she gave a petty toss. 

“Again.”

“Fine!”

 Giving a quick critical thought she pulled the ball back. Activating her quirk she threw the ball forward. As the ball released from her hand, ready to zoom and launch far far away, the happy baseball pitcher sight changed drastically. Y/n’s eyes widen releasing the quick consequence. Her arm squirt out with blood, and not a little bit. Y/n fell, clutching her wounded arm. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit.” Y/n fell to the ground cursing the pain.

 The ball binged saying it went far. Aizawa didn’t read it though, he was by the girl’s side. She was breathing heavy. He didn’t learn as much watching her use her quirk. She knew she would get hurt using her quirk, or that’s what he was told. He assumed her mother didn’t want her using her quirk because it was a hidden secret. But she really did get hurt. Y/n had to of known she would have been hurt. Why did she do it? Because she didn’t expect that to happen. She’s had this quirk long enough to know. 

“I’ll get you to recovery girl.”

“Don’t bother, I can handle this.”

“I don’t think that’s wise.”

“What do you even know. Just get me to my room.” Y/n growled.

He did wrap her arm up in bandages. He thought she denied the aid because it could hurt recovery girl but she let him help her so that wasn’t it. 

“Are you like Midoriya? If you can’t control your quirk it hurts you?”

“Beefcake’s quirk hurts him?” 

“He breaks his fingers.”

“Why do you let him use it then!”

“I don’t have that power. Besides most students have a backlash with quirks. When I use mine I get dry eyes.”

“I guess I didn’t think of that.”

“Don’t you have siblings and parents with quirks? What are their limits?” Aizawa asked.

“I wouldn’t know. It’s been awhile since all six of us have been together.”

“You don’t even know what your parents quirks are?”

“I mean I sorta do, they never wanted to be heroes so they don’t really use them ever. But my dad isn’t really my dad.”

“Oh, are you from a previous relationship?”

“No, my parents wanted to make a kid with a strong quirk, so my mother went to a sperm bank. I think my oldest two siblings are my dad’s blood kids.”

 Though it was weird, weirder than Enji Todoroki methods of creating the ultimate child, it wasn’t the most surprising thing that Aizawa heard. Y/n came from money, meaning if the family wanted some fame they wanted a kid to become a hero. Looking into the file more, her parents were worse looking into it. Sure it seemed the hero dream meant for Y/n wasn’t forced as much as it was expected to be, they were bad people. Her father helped bend laws to help her mother go further with experimenting on quirks, on people. Her mother tried launching an enhancing quirk business. Quality management knew how she obtained the knowledge for it wasn’t done ethically. Thinking they could combat the scientist from going too far, they wanted her to use one of her own children to see if it works safely before it gets advertised to the public. Months later she withdrew the business proposal . The child’s results weren’t documented or they were destroyed. The change for their daughters' life was gradual. The elementary school quirk exams didn’t get clear results before, but her pinky toe did show she had one. She was opted out of gym classes for health reasons. Middle school she was sent home often for falling asleep in class or getting sick. 2 months of private high school was switched to online. She had good grades, but this all had to be a plan. Isolated from the outside world and family. She stayed at the main house while her siblings were moved out, always gone, or traveling. Her father wasn’t home much, he traveled around the country for politics and even left the country for a short time. He was trying to change the licenses for quirks making them less regulated. With her parents gone she went to crime. The motive wasn’t the clearest, but teenage rebellion, just to feel something, to form a bond, it all seemed it was enough. 

The next morning when Y/n got to class. Aizawa didn’t expect her to come in, her arm didn’t have bandages. Instead it seemed she had a rash on her neck. She tried hiding it with another turtleneck but it’s partially sticking out. 

“One minute.” Aizawa told the class not letting the girl enter, he joined her in the hall. 

“What happened!” Aizawa asked.

“I healed my arm.”

“What happened to your face?”

“It’s from the healing.”

A healing strength quirk? Was it duo quirk? Was she even strong. What was her own healing? Was that what happened?

“Straightened out your quirk story right now.”

“I guess it’s kinda like a ponytail's quirk.” She groaned. 

 Y/n was exhausted. Sure she healed her arm but she was still tired from the pain. 

 “Yaoyorozu’s?”

“Yeah I can use a quirk I understand. When I’m in a lot pain I can understand healing. I can’t copy every quirk though like frog girl’s or else I would have to change my whole body which would probably destroy me before I got towards any completion.”

“So why does your body react the way it does?”

“I haven’t figured out a pattern. I can copy a weaker quirk and my body can still react violently and I can do something powerful and be fine sometimes.” Y/n explained.

“I can see why you avoid using your quirk. Are you sure you’re well enough to come in today?”

“Yeah, you guys took my phone. I'm bored as hell.” She told him.

Not the best reason but he let her in.

“What happened to your chin?” Pinky asked. 

“Are you okay, Velia?” Iida asked.

“I got into a fight and won!” She winked. 

 Again a weird thing to say for teaching aid. 

“Sort these papers.” Aizawa told Y/n. 

 “Who did you fight-“ red rock asked. 

“That doesn’t matter, back to work.” Aizawa said. 

Aizawa handed out a test to the students. Must have sucked to take a test on a piece of paper. All her online tests she managed to find good ways to cheat. Yeah they had a camera on her computer when she took tests, but keeping her notes in her lap so everytime she looked down it just looked like she was looking at the keyboard. It was a good trick when she was squeezed for time. Shouji caught her eye again. He uses an eye on one of his arms. 

“Aizawa please come down to the main office.”

“Can you watch the class, Velia?”

“Yeah.”

Midoriya watched Y/n sharply. Her face was the uncaring, bored look she had when sorting the papers. He was trying to figure her out. This was the distant face she kept, was she hiding something? She was like 2 different people. Most of the tests were turned in. 

 Y/n’s eyes then reached Midoriya’s. It wasn’t the bored look, but maybe the eyes of a predator. To Y/n and what she’s heard from the class and teacher, she assumes he was targeted by her mother. What terrible parents he must have, born quirkless and then went to her mother to pump a quirk in him. That’s what must have happened. 

“Beefcake, is it true you break your fingers every time you use your quirk?” She didn’t say it like the friend she was in the cafeteria. She said it like an investigator about to crack a case.

“Huh-“

“Why do you care about Deku?” Bakugo asked loudly. 

“Why so angry?” She asked, getting up and walking towards his desk. “You can’t handle someone else getting a question?”

“Just who the hell do you think you are lady? You’re just some pencil pusher.”

“Butt-u-go, was it?” She asked. “It’s your quirk that brings you pride, makes you special.”

“What-“ he growled but was cut off short when she put her hand in front of his face and gave him a small taste of his own power, a small explosion to the face. “What the hell did you just do?”

Bakugo got up and launched himself at the girl. Ducking under his arm she got behind him and kicked his butt to have him fall on the floor. The whole class was surprised. Though they wouldn’t call her one, she did seem like a pencil pusher, then here she was kicking the number one at the sports festival. 

“Consider that a small lesson, don’t launch a 100% of yourself in the first blow.”

“I didn’t ask for a lesson from you.”

“You wanna be a hero right? Try learning from everything you do.”

She was trying to be fake wise. 

“Is your quirk a copy quirk?” Uraraka asked

“Are you related to Bakugou?” Froggy asked.

Y/n looked at Yaoyorozu for a split second. She was also someone she actually knew. She was ready to compare the quirks, but didn’t. 

“It’s kinda a copy quirk, with many limitations.” Y/n explained. 

[chemicallydamaged]

Recovery: The Stigma Of Struggle 1/2 (TW)

Please do not read further If you are easily disturbed or affected by mentions of self harm or suicidal behaviors. I wrote this to help someone feel less alone and share my experience- not to potentially trigger someone. Please be safe.

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I told my parents about my several-year long addiction to self harm, despite starting at the age of seven. I've never once been to a therapist, counselor, psychologist, or a psychiatrist. I mainly have scars on my thighs, but I also have them on my waist, face, feet, hands, hips, and so on. I have used needles, glass, push pins, scissors, exacto-blades, knives, razors, and whatever else I could get my hands on. It became an addiction before I even knew what and addiction was. 

(Sciencey part if you're interested) 

What Is Self-Harm And Why Is It Addictive? In a summary, self-harm is going out of your way to hurt yourself physically (this takes many forms, not just cutting) in order to receive emotional relief. Self-harm can become an addiction. It becomes addictive because of a series of “feel-good” chemicals your body releases, causing a temporary sense of euphoria. Those who self-harm often have an extreme build-up of emotions that feel out of control, and may use self injury as a way of coping with these emotions- even if it's incredibly unhealthy. There are tons of definitions much better than what I'm providing here, so I strongly recommend looking more into it if you would like to learn more. For now, this is the best one I can provide from my own knowledge.

What led you to this? There are many, many factors. I have never quite been able to pinpoint exactly what led me to using self harm at such a young age though. I suspect I may have been through trauma, although I am unsure. I can barely remember anything at all about my life until I was seven-ish years, when I started self harming. Everything there is so blank for me; I feel like that part of my life has almost gone completely missing from my mind. Sometimes pictures, smells, or sensations can help me with memory though, which I'm very thankful for. I know I use to be an extremely hyper, very bubbly kid despite being so anxious. I know I use to sit at the window and cry four hours everytime my mom would leave for work. I know I use to create art out of trash I found on the street or at the beach. I know I refused to wear anything but a princess dress and froggy boots. I know I loved death metal and dancing. I know I was rebellious, opinionated, and a trouble-maker, all according to my parents. As I get older these memories start to come back more and more, although they feel so incredibly disorganized. I'm lost.

I was on-off self harming until ten years old.

At ten, maybe nine, the self harm had reached an all time high. I was now in poverty- living in a rundown R.V. without a working toilet, A.C., running water, or mold free walls. (Winter felt like nuclear war, and summer felt like burning hell. We had substituted this by using a propane heater and those shitty plastic fans, which dont work so well when you don't take care of them or can't always afford propane for heat.) I had moved across states, and all my friends despised me for my situation- I was considered gross, poor, dirty, trashy, dumb, and so on. I wasn't able to help it, no one chose this. 

I was now homeschooled (4th grade) and didn't even give enough of a shit to try academics at that point. I almost failed, or at least that's what everyone told me. There were also a ton of family issues, but I’m sure as fuck not sharing them on the internet. I was getting bullied at school (5th grade mainly) for being the only Jewish person in a very Christian area, not to mention being extremely reserved, alternative-looking, having a lack of social understanding, being overall a little weird, having a horrible family-bond with my parents and brother, suicidal ideations, my cousin’s death fucking me up to an extreme degree, having bruises from an abusive friend, my binge-eating-starving cycle and the good ol’ hiding in the closet (a transparent one, at that) not really helping either. 

The world felt like too much. I was taught to never think of myself as a victim, to be a certain way, to act a certain way, to always be smart, to not be so loud, to be less spastic, to be less boyish, that my achievements were only expected of me, that all kind people want something out of me, that shitty, horrible people are the only ones who tell you how it is, that I needed to be something I was not- and I was fucking sick of it. I would cut to feel valid, I would cut to feel existent, relieved for a split second. Suddenly, I couldn't stop. I became reliant; anything that was bothering me that day I could relive with a quick euphoria. I felt like self-harm was the only way my feelings were valid, it was the only way I could express them on the outside, or so I thought. However, the more I cut, the guiltier I felt. The guiltier I felt, the more I cut- and the less I wanted to say anything. It became a never ending black hole for me. 

I felt stuck. (1/2)

[bluepenguinstories]

Happiness Overload Chapter Forty

Never mind all that bullshit, here's where the REAL story begins:

So as we all know, Conrad and Velvet are assholes who should never be trusted. Unless it's trusting them to be untrustworthy, and in that case, yeah! They're super fucking trustworthy! We also know that the police aren't to be trusted. Never have been, never will. But me, being an idiot, thought that those two double-crossing snakes were in some kind of danger, and thinking (again, like a fucking moron) that some no-good cops would save them.

No, instead, I got punched in the face, then I found myself on the run from them, with gunfire out in the streets. Man, this city's really gone to shit. I didn't wanna believe it, but ain't no denyin' it now.

So that's where we're at. Any questions? No? Good. So, anyway...

I was still being chased when I turned the corner and ran into an alleyway and tried to hide behind a dumpster. I sat down and tried to catch my breath.

“Damn...asthma...”

Me, a total dumbass, forgot to take my inhaler with me when I left Conrad's little hideout.

“Shit. Maybe I should go back there?”

I peeked out from behind the dumpster to see cops still running by. None of them bothered to check the alleyway where I was at.

“Ha! Those pigs are total idiots!”

I then coughed and wheezed. Oh yeah. The breathing thing.

“Well, well, well. If it isn't ol' K-Rog,” came a baritone (not sure if that's the right description, but what I'm getting at is that it was deep) voice. What I saw in front of me was this tall man with a baseball cap and a sinister smile. In other words, stranger danger.

“I don't know how you know me, but I should inform you that the police are currently after me, so if you try any funny business, they'll probably shoot you too.”

“This is a lovely alleyway,” he responded. Or didn't respond? It sure didn't sound like a reply.

“Yeah, yeah, that's what a predator would say.”

“You'll soon get to know me,” he lunged at me, but I jumped out of the way and ran out from the dumpster. My lungs were still on fire. Now, logic would dictate that I would be safe, but no. Mr. Predator Man grabbed me by the back of my shirt just as I started to run and lifted me up.

“Hey! Let me go!”

He ran out into the streets, and I tried to struggle free, but damn, he had a tight grip.

Anyway, although I was quite the fighter, I don't always end up a winner. After like an hour, I ended up in some spooky warehouse building. Man, I really didn't like the way things were going.

“Name's Marco, kiddo.”

“And I give a fuck why?”

“Oh, you will. Mm...yes. My head is clear today. Just like the skies. You cannot see them because we're indoors, but trust me. It's beautiful.”

“Yeah, well maybe I prefer the indoors, anyway.”

“Let's cut to the chase, buddy: I want you to join my hacktivist group, Lilypad.”

I gasped.

“I heard of you guys! I thought your group was so cool!”

He laughed.

“So you'll join? I didn't think it would be that easy.”

“Yeah, over my cold, dead, body. I liked you guys back when I was like 10 and just learning to DDoS. You guys are cringe now, though. Like, what do you even do?”

He looked taken aback.

“Our goal is to make the world a better place for frogkind and we need your help. The Flashbulb, an organization that we're sure Conrad has told you all about, is threatening to cause the extinction of amphibians everywhere, but with you --”

“Pass.”

“What?”

“Look, sure, I'm a hacker, but you and I are totally different. I only hack to do noble things, like order figurines online without having to pay any money. I can't get behind your cause.”

Dude looked floored.

“In the end, I won't force you, but I think you should get all the facts, first. Besides, there are no places to run. Even if you manage to leave this place, I have connections all around the city. Now...”

He pressed a button on a small remote and the doors to the warehouse opened up. His mistake, since as soon as they started opening up, I bolted for it.

“...I should have considered this would happen,” I could hear him say. Too little, too late, my not-friend.

Outside, I found myself at a dock, but that didn't matter much to me. I ran up some stairs and once I saw the main road, I knew how to get to my parent's place from here.

Now I'm on the run from not only the cops, but also a creeper.

The whole way home, I checked behind me to see if I was being chased. Even when I couldn't see any signs of a pursuer, I continued running, only stopping probably, like, a thousand times to catch my breath.

As sad as it may have been to admit, my parents weren't the best people. I hadn't seen them in, I don't know, weeks? Months? A year? Well, I had to cut my losses eventually and just try to seek refuge somewhere. So when I went up the stairs and knocked on the door to the apartment, of course this is what my mom said to me:

“Kelly Roger? Is that you? Oh my god! I missed you so much! We've been worried sick about you! I remember filing a missing persons report on you over a year ago, but nothing ever came of it! Please, come in! Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, yeah. You guys have Wi-Fi?” I barged into the apartment, went into the room that was once my bedroom and grabbed a spare laptop and an old backpack.

My dad appeared in frame and shook his head. “We're terrible sorry, money's been tight. We've been struggling just to pay rent.”

How shocking. I couldn't believe what I heard.

“Well, it was nice seeing you guys. No Wi-Fi, no stay.”

I walked back down the stairs and my mom called for me. “Wait! Where are you going?”

“Somewhere with Wi-Fi,” I replied, my words bitter and filled with sorrow.

Yes, sometimes families aren't the best, and sometimes, you just had to go your own way, and that is just what I did.

“Can you believe that, Polo?!”

“Polo.”

“I know, right?!”

“Polo.”

“Now what are we going to do? Kelly Roger was integral to our...” I lost my train of thought due to having another thought. Of me. In another time. “Oh yeah. I was already succeeded once.”

I began laughing.

“Now why do I need the world when I've already got the city under my thumb?”

I laughed harder. My sister was right there, probably not very amused.

“Oh, Polo, dear sister. Don't worry. We will get you a girlfrog yet. Girlfrog? Frogfriend? Let's settle on girlfriend for now. It's simple and easy to remember.”

“Polo!”

“Yes. Gay frogs are the future.”

Kelly Roger not being a part of our little family put a dent in things, but it was not the end of the world. That wouldn't come for at least another three years. For the time being, I would need to continue building my empire.

“Come, sister. We must see how our gay siblings are doing back at the base.”

Hand in hand, Polo and I took to our froggy destination.

Bitter didn't even cut it; I was sipping on some strong coffee.

No, I wasn't where I wanted to be. Neither in life, nor physically. Where I was was some overrated coffee shop where Wi-Fi was for “customers only”. Like, who did they think they were? This was a public utility. People should have rioted, but instead they all just ordered their overpriced coffee.

Then there was me: hypocrite of the year. No complaints, just ordered the darkest roast they had and ordered that dark roast black. As I stared into the cup, I reflected on my situation.

No friends, no home, no trust. Enemies around every corner. Cops scavenging for my scent, their pocket lined by whoever it was they worked for. Conrad would have said some light bulb people, but me? I knew corruption when I smelled it. There was work at play that delusional snake couldn't even imagine.

...But I could, because I was the best at digging up dirt.

I looked up and noticed a security camera in the corner of the ceiling. I lowered my cap (well, I found it on the ground in an alleyway on the way to the coffee shop. For all I knew, it could have belonged to that Markov guy or whatever his name was, but it was mine now) so the camera couldn't catch my face.

I stared back at my laptop and tried to plan out my next line of attack. My stomach growled, which wasn't good, but not much I could do about that. I needed money. Not just to eat, but to survive in this dog-eat-dogshit world. Luckily, I found a five dollar bill on my way to the coffee shop, but now that was gone, used up to pay for this bitter reminder of my situation.

What I need is a job. It's probably not that hard to fake a social security card.

There was one time when I just got out of high school when I worked a job. Papa Dad's Pizza or something like that. Don't mean to brag or nothin', but I was too good for those losers. So, of course, the manager conspired to get rid of me. One day, he gave me a call to break the news:

“Kelly Roger, why aren't you at work?”

“Sorry, boss, but an emergency situation came up and I had to stay home.”

“You should have called in!”

“Yeah, but the new Fire Emblem game just came out and it's taken up all my attention.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, crazy, right? Apparently they added a gay romance option and I've been trying to pursue Byleth, but dude's hard to woo!”

“You're not at work 'cause of some VIDEO GAME?”

“It be like that sometimes, boss.”

“You're fired!”

The call ended without me able to plead my case. All I could do was go back to tending to royal pretty boys. Real tragic gamer moment.

Ah, but that was then. I've grown since then. I wasn't about to let something like 'being fired' stop me from working. I knew my worth and I knew I was worth more than some shitty pizza joint.

All it took was seconds, and I found a place. I went ahead and sent them an email:

Dear assholes,

Your computer repair shop looks dope as fuck, but you really ought to hire someone who knows their shits. I just defaced your website and put porn on the front page. Now, if you hire me, I can remove it, and keep your site secure so shit like that doesn't happen. Attached is my resume. There's nothing on it because I think my skills speak for themselves.

Sincerely,

K.R.

If I just gave out my name, that'd be self-incriminating. Only a complete moron would do that. Too many wandering eyes out there to do something so moronic. Initials, on the other hand? That could mean anything. Smarts right there.

Within minutes, I got my reply:

Dear KR,

Thank you for applying to RAM It In, your one-stop shop for all your computer repair needs. After reviewing your resume, we have decided to move on with other applicants at this time. Furthermore, we are not currently looking for a web designer. We wish you the best in your future endeavors and invite you to apply again once you've had more experience.

'Experience'? Really? As if someone like me needed 'experience'. Didn't they know who I was? I've got a whole-ass reputation.

My stomach growled once again.

Fine. Maybe I know my worth, but I also gotta eat. Sometimes, you gotta degrade yourself just to get by.

I stood up from my seat and went up to the front counter.

“Hey, you're gonna give me a job.”

“Uh, that's not really how that works,” the barista informed me, some acne ridden brunette teenager.

I felt bad for that poor kid. Probably 16, first job, didn't know how cutthroat the world could truly be. So naive. I was a teenager once. Just a couple years ago, in fact. But I've grown since then.

“Listen, Karen,” I set the record straight. It wasn't like I knew her name, but I had to sound authoritative. “Get your manager out here and we'll talk turkey. Or tofurkey, if that's how things roll around here.”

“I think you would be the Karen in this situation...”

“Manager. Now.”

She scurried off into the back. After a solid thirty seconds, the manager appeared. Some guy with one of those hipster-beards and hipster-glasses and that 'realer than thou' attitude. I wasn't about to learn that guy's name.

“Hey, boss man. You're gonna give me a job.”

“Yeah...” he didn't sound so pleased with me. Was I going to have to step up my assertiveness? “...That's not really how any of that works. See, first you fill out an application online, then maybe I'll call you for an interview, and then maybe after the interview, you might get the job.”

“Yeah, screw all those unnecessary steps. I already know how to make coffee. You just press some buttons and shit.”

“You also have to have good customer service skills.”

“Oh, yeah. Totally. I can do that no problem. Here, want me to prove it?”

There was some soccer mom walking by. I stopped her.

“Hey asshole, you want some coffee? Of course you do, you junkie!”

“Excuse me?” With her Pomeranian-type haircut, I could tell she would be a formidable foe. One of those types whose bark was not only worse than her bite, but a bite in of itself. Sure enough, she turned to the manager who was surely about to hire me.

“This young man...ma'am? This young...hooligan is harassing me! If you don't remove them from the store, I'm gonna sue!”

The manager raised an eyebrow. Probably the more obscure eyebrow of the two he had.

“Yeah, I'll have to ask you to leave. We can't be having you causing a scene.”

“Fine!” I huffed. “What's this place called, anyway?” I squinted my eyes. Their sign was so hard to read. Pretty sure I needed a new prescription. “Starbutts? Yeah, I never liked your shitty coffee, anyway! I'm off to bigger and better things.”

I stormed off, picking up my laptop and backpack on the way out. If it wasn't obvious, I was too good for that place, anyway. That establishment wouldn't survive long without the likes of me in their ranks. If anything, they needed me, not the other way around. But it was too late for them. They made their beds.

Speaking of bed making, I had no idea what I was going to do in terms of sleeping arrangements. Although the sun hadn't even come down yet, I was feeling pretty exhausted, so I found the nearest alleyway (a common occurrence by now) and dug through a dumpster. Inside was a large cardboard box. I folded it up and got inside.

If Solid Snake could do it, I should have no problem.

My eyes grew heavy. Real amazing how under the right conditions, the human body could sleep through anything.

As luck would have it, rain poured down.

Man, work was so boring. Lemme tell you, I just stare at a screen all day. There's not even ever anything good on. Now, saying all that, people probably would have gotten the wrong idea. So lemme set the record straight: life is peachy. Why wouldn't it be? I've had a great job, I was hired on to a company with great benefits, and all I had to do was spy on people.

What? You ask? You've heard all that before? No, that can't be right. First off, that redhead named Velvet was as good as dead. Besides, my hair is a normal brunette. I take my job seriously and I'm loyal to my company. She's got nothin' on me.

What? You've heard all that before, too? No, that can't be right, I'm--

“Celia V, are you lost in thought again?”

“HEY! FUCK YOU! I WAS NARRATING!”

Never mind that just now. That was just my boss. You know, head of the ETNA Corporation. Yeah, like I really needed to keep that a secret. Get real. We're, like, hidden behind seven layers of security, and just like Dante's Inferno, I'm on the sixth layer.

“Are you paying attention? Your observation on the one known as 'Kelly Roger' is vital.”

“Yeah, yeah. It's just so boring. I don't get why I'm doing this. Why not Conrad? Or Velvet? Or even the one that got away? What was their name again? Brawny? Yeah, lemme observe a roll of paper towels.”

“I have my reasons for my orders.”

I puffed my cheeks.

“Sure you do, but all's I'm saying is this kid's a loser. If you're that concerned, couldn't you just get a cop or a Prinny to kill them?”

“If you really must know, I have reason to believe that Kelly Roger poses no threat. However, I still wish to keep a close eye on them. Conrad must have had a reason to recruit Kelly Roger.”

“Hey doc, has it ever occurred to you that Conrad's an idiot, too?”

“Yes. Most are of low intelligence when compared to one such as I.”

“Not what I meant. I just mean, maybe there wasn't a very good reason. Maybe Conrad just figured three's company.”

I stroked my chin. I didn't have a beard or nothin', just thought that's what all the cool people did when they were in the middle of deep thought.

“Actually, now that you mention it, yeah. You may have a point, there. That's why you're the boss, huh?”

Yes...maybe there was some master plan that we didn't know about. Something that had gone under our noses the whole time. Maybe, just maybe, Kelly Roger was the key to it all.

When I woke up, the sun was shining and my clothes were damp and stuck to my skin, making me itch everywhere.

I did get a pretty nice rest, though. Maybe sleeping outside ain't so bad.

That's when I began to panic. It rained. That wasn't very cash money!

Just to be on the safe side, I checked my backpack. The outside was soaked, but inside, my laptop was still dry. What a relief.

Another relief was that I made it through an entire night without being mugged, robbed, beat up, or worse. Wasn't sure what could be worse, but another encounter with that Macaroni (that was his name, wasn't it?) man didn't sound pleasant.

“Now, my next course of action, should be...” I got up. I needed some plan. Just because a badass like me could survive a night in the streets didn't mean it would be a good idea to run into everything blind. Food, water, shelter. Basic human needs. If I was a basic human. “Nah, I'm no normie. What I need is my body pillow! How am I supposed to sleep without my waifu, in pillow form, to hug?”

Yes. All who were cultured knew the importance of having a husbando and/or waifu. Someone to hold. Someone two-dimensional. Without someone like that, well...the world would be cold.

When I last saw my waifu, who at the time, was the great and esteemed Palutena, she was locked away underground in the bunker. While I originally had no intention of ever going back there, some things were just too important. Not only did I leave my waifu, but also hard drives filled with hundreds of anime series and a handful of hentai, too. Those things were too precious to leave behind.

But didn't the base get raided, or something?

There my mind went, going straight to the negatives. Bad mind!

Maybe my room's still intact, at the very least. If it is, maybe I could go back, and sleep there. I would have a shelter and –

Spoilers: that didn't happen. When I got to the university, there was a large crowd. After shoving past everyone, seeing the yellow tape, I fell to the ground.

“My...waifu...”

Indeed, the university had all been reduced to rubble.

I looked around. There were cops. That was no good. They could have recognized me (and my brilliance, let's be honest here). I needed to bounce.

As I made my way through the crowd, I thought I was in the clear. That was, until some lady with a brown pony tail stopped me. She wore both a police uniform as well as a fake mustache. Very suspicious.

“Hey! You there!”

Shit. Okay, Kelly Roger. Act like a Normie. Be cool.

“Did you attend this school?”

“What's it to you?” I groaned.

“Just answer the question.” She tapped a baton against her hand. I gulped.

“Yeah.”

“What was your major?”

“Hentai studies.”

“BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK? THAT'S NOT A REAL MAJOR!”

I flinched and stood back.

“Ugh. What's it to you, anyway?”

“If you don't answer truthfully, I will make your life a living hell, you got that?”

“Hey, look over there! Someone's existing while poor!”

“Huh?” She turned around. That was my cue. I bolted.

Damn, I can't believe that worked. I really am a genius, aren't I?

Hate to admit it, but Kelly Roger was good. To think they could really fool me with something like that. They were definitely hiding something, and now that I met Kelly Roger in person, I knew why Dr. Etna sent me to spy on them.

“Back to HQ I go. This just got interesting.”

Pretty sure I lost track of that police lady. Good. I peeked out from the corner of the building I hid behind, just in case.

No sign of her.

Now, I would have let out a sigh of relief, if my breathing wasn't all out of whack. What I needed was an inhaler.

“Or...some...plushies...”

Could I even do that? Could I hack my way into ordering plushies online without having to pay? The answer would have been a resounding yes, but there was one problem: what address would I have sent it to?

I shook my head. After a good while, my breathing got normal again. Long while, but normal breathing, nonetheless.

That lady was not normal. That much was obvious. My best guess was that she wasn't any old police officer. Not that any of the police officers were good, they were all under the control of something. Between that lady, the corrupt cops, and that strange frog guy, there was something going on in my city, and I wouldn't let it persist. It was time to step up, and if no one else was going to uncover the truth, then I would.

Besides, maybe I'd be paid lots of money for my detective work.

“You there!” At first I thought the fake cop lady had found me. No, instead it was some grubby looking man in tattered clothing. What a relief. “Gimme all your money! I've got a knife!”

Gimme a break. I'm not interested in being mugged right now.

“Oh, sure. Lemme just get it out of my backpack.” I should be careful, if he sees my laptop, he could steal it and bring it to a pawn shop or something and get cash from it. My laptop's worth way more than whatever they'd give him at a fuckin' pawn shop!

After I pulled out just what he needed, I got up.

“Lookie here, I got a knife, too!” Ah, my trusty knife. Not to brag or anything, but my knife was much prettier and much sharper. Longer, too. So glad I didn't leave it at the bunker. “Now, what you got on you?”

“Uhh...I got a phone.”

“Give it here,” I grunted. “No funny business, either.”

He brought a phone out of his pocket and handed it over.

“Good, good. Now run, before I make a rare steak outta you!”

He ran for it, dropping his knife on the ground. His was just some flimsy pocket knife. I took that too, for good measure. Once he was out of sight, I blinked.

“Wow. I can't believe that actually worked.”

Now that I had a cell phone (even if, as it would turn out, it was one of those pay-as-you-go phones), I was ready to take on whatever sinister forces lurked under the surface.

[junionigiri]

Work In Progress [BNHA] [Preview of Chapter 1!]

Rating: T for strong language (since Bakugou is in it )

Summary: For the year’s Interscholastic Fantasy Festival, Class 2A is working on a musical! The reluctant Bakugou is assigned to work on the script with Uraraka, who proves to be a more eccentric writer than he thought.

Relationship: Kacchako <3

Notes/Warnings: This is a preview of a part of chapter 1. Since there’s the main story and the story within the story, the chapters are pretty darn long. I’ll start publishing the chapters in full once I’m five chapters in ^^’ Apart from Bakugou’s language and liberal 4th wall breaks I don’t think there’s anything to worry about in this fic~

Bakugou seriously did not want to work on Uraraka’s dumbass script. It’s not that he was bad at writing--in fact, beyond his good grades, he knew he was pretty good at it. Principal Nezu had personally informed him that the essay he submitted on “Why I Want To Be A Hero” was one of the most well-composed ones he’s ever read.

It’s just that Bakugou hated fantasy. And hated fiction-writing (because fiction was not real, therefore it was a waste of his fuckin’ time).

Most of all though, he hated having to work with other people to achieve any kind of common goal. Look at his damn stats for cooperativeness in the character book and anyone with half a brain would get it. And to cooperate for a stupid ass waste of time like the Fantasy Festival? Who the hell thought up of the stupid Fantasy Festival anyway?! Weren’t there more important things in society to worry about?

And the fact that he was working with Uraraka fuckin’ Ochako was in itself pretty aggravating. It’s not that he hated her--in fact, she was one of the few to earn Bakugou’s (grudging) respect, since their infamous Sports Festival encounter when they were first years.

However, since their encounter at the festival, Uraraka learned not to be the tiniest bit afraid of him anymore. He knew that this girl wouldn’t be the type to just shut up and do what he tells her to, and he really didn’t feel like making such an effort just to write a stupid play.

But now that he knew that fuckin’ All Might was counting on him to write the script, well… he couldn’t get out of it now, could he? Bakugou was many things, but a disappointment to All Might, he’d rather not be.

So that was how he found himself stomping his way away from the common areas to his room, with Uraraka bouncing right behind him. They were going to sit down there to look over her draft, but it was overrun by the costumes, set-design, and props people with all their shit.

“Why your room?” Uraraka said, huffing as she struggled to keep up with Bakugou’s pace. “I don’t think girls are allowed there…”

“Let ‘em try to kick you out, Round-Face,” he growled as he tapped on the elevator button impatiently.

“If you say so, Explodey-face,” she teased, earning her a growl which was received with a giggle. This was what Bakugou was talking about. This damn girl knew no fear.

They eventually made it to his room, with Bakugou stomping the entire way and Uraraka skipping like an oblivious little red riding hood romping through the forest with a picnic basket, the purest picture of ignorance and innocence, unwitting of the ravenous wolf who lurked in the foreboding shadows of the dark, nightmarish wood.

Ugh. Really, Bakugou? Already gearing yourself up to write this fuckin’ fantasy shit? You guys haven’t even sat down yet. Don’t be too fuckin’ eager. 

“Uwaa, your room’s amazing, Bakugou! I didn’t think it would be so neat and sparkly~”

Much to his annoyance, Little Pink Riding Cheeks was already making herself right at home next to his desk. He felt a vein or two pop over his forehead, like in animes if they were in an anime. “Why the fuck wouldn’t it be neat and sparkly?! You expect a guy like me to just live in a dump?!”

“I’m just sayin’, I wish my room was as neat. I knew you were great at lots of things, but even cleaning?” she said wistfully. “Hey, I have an idea! Next time, let’s go to my room, and--”

“I ain’t helping you clean your damn room, Round-Face.”

She pouted and innocently twiddled her thumbs. “I -wasn’t- going to say that, but, you know, now that you mentioned it…”

He grit his teeth so loudly Uraraka gasped and asked him if his teeth were okay. “Let’s just…!!! Get this fuckin’ script over and done with already!”

“Eh, fine, fine. Sorry for teasin’ ya! Watch yer blood pressure, a’ight?” She reached over to open her bag and pulled out a messy folder that was crumpled, filled to its limit with papers with tags pointing in all directions. A post-it with a messy scrawl on it flew out as she pulled out the mess. “So, this is what we’re gonna be workin’ on!”

“What the fuck is that mess? Did you fuckin’ sit on it and flush it down the toilet and set it on fire?”

“How rude!” Uraraka puffed her cheeks. “I only sat on it once! On accident! And I don’t bring homework to the toilet! That’s just unladylike.” She opened up the folder and revealed a disorganized array of handwritten scripts scrawled on legal pad, post-its, sketches, more post-its, reference photos of their classmates with post-its on them, receipts, a grocery list, and a few folded-up paper bags from Tokyu Hands.

Bakugou’s fingers itched. He spent so much energy restraining himself from fixing the mess that was now taking over his desk that he barely heard Uraraka’s spiel.

“So, in the meeting which you missed, we drew lots. Everyone’s working on the production and stuff but all of us will be acting in the play too. Some of us bit parts and stuff, but yeah. I asked everyone what they wanted their roles to be. Based on those ideas, I sketched out my ideas on what their characters would be.”

She pulled out the sketches, and Bakugou had to admit, they weren’t badly done. He would go so far as to say that she might have a talent in drawing. They were scratchy and messy, but Uraraka seemed to place great care in drawing out the likeness of each classmate, and the details of each character and costume and even background information were at least 70% fleshed out for each of them.

“So based on the lottery, Deku-kun’s the lead character. You, me, Tsuyu-chan, and Todoroki-kun are gettin’ large roles, plus we gotta pay attention to All-Might-sensei’s important cameo. We’re gonna write the story based on all of this! And, if we want to allot time for practice and stuff, we have to finish most of the script in a week!”

“The f-- I’m gettin’ a large role too?! Nobody said that!”

“It ain’t my fault you weren’t at the meeting, Bakugou-kun.”

The blonde boy scowled as he went through the sketches. The fucking nerd Deku’s role was that of a ‘Squire’ (but his costume made him look like a fucking hobbit). Uraraka had a hood (fuckin’ coincidence from his red riding hood fantasy earlier) and a staff, and she was a ‘Mage’. Frog was a froggy lookin’ barmaid. IcyHot was a Prince (probably of the Land of Half and Halfs where people were always shitty and constipated). All Might was a Legendary Knight in exile (also fitting, in a morbid sort of way).

And Bakugou was… a Bard. His sketch had him wear fuckin’ poofy pants and a stupid fuckin’ hat with a feather on it and a stupid shitty tiny harp that the chubby babies in those old fuckin’ European paintings had. He all but made the paper disappear from a blast from his fist. “Oi, Roundface. Who’s the fucker I gotta kill besides you for giving me this pansy-ass role?!”

“Hey, it’s your fault. You weren’t there yesterday.” Uraraka repeated, not even the least bit apologetic. “And that thing you destroyed was a brilliant joint effort between me, Kirishima-kun and Kaminari-kun. Nice goin’, Explodey-face.”

“Fuck y’all! I’ll kill those idiots!” He shredded the paper further. “Gimme that pencil!” Within seconds, he sketched out something different, muttering expletives the entire time. After he was done, he dumped the pencil on the desk, almost breaking it into tiny little pieces.

Uraraka gasped. “Wow, Bakugou! That’s really impressive! A Dragon Tamer, huh?” She traced his sketch with one finger, which showed him with a fur cape, tattoos, a necklace made of the fuckin’ skulls and teeth of his enemies, pants and boots, and lots of fire blazing in the background for extra badassery. She grinned at him teasingly. “So you have been thinkin’ about this so-called fantasy shit too!”

“Fuck you,” he said, shoving her in the face unceremoniously. “Now I know that I gotta change that fuckin’ script of yours. Let’s just get this fuckin’ shit over with.”

“Okay…” Uraraka pulled out the legal pads, but shielded them from Bakugou. “Um. Just so you know, Bakugou, these are really, really, rough drafts, okay?”

His jaw jutted out in annoyance. “The fuck you mean by rough drafts. I thought I was just gonna edit your shit.”

She gave him a ridiculous look. “Well, you are. But also, I started workin’ on this just a week ago sooooo you gotta help me finish like a teeny bit of it.”

“How fuckin’ teeny do you mean.”

“Um. Like. 50% of it, mmmaybe…?”

Bakugou could almost see the smoke coming out of his own fuckin’ nostrils.

“Anyway, that’s exactly why we can’t waste anymore time, right?” said Uraraka, a positive beam glowing out of both ears. “And don’t you worry! The story’s practically finished in my head!”

There’s probably nothing in there but a single light bulb struggling to survive, thought Bakugou in annoyance. He put his palm to his face and tried his hardest not to yell at her. “Fine, Uraraka. Let’s just fuckin’ start already. No matter what, I’m kickin’ you out of my room by 10 PM.”

“Okay! Glad ya see it my way, Bakugou-kun!” She smiled and pulled out the first page of the script, which read:

*

 - Deku and the Final Fantastic Lord of the School of Wizardry!: The Legend of the Airbender’s Song of Ice and Fire -

(A Work in Progress)

Act One, Scene One: In Which Deku-kun Leaves His House and Adventure Begins

Written by: Uraraka Ochako

 *

“The fuck? Are you trying to outdo Class B’s lameass play from the last year’s cultural festival, Round-face?”

 “It’s a work in progress! We can edit it out later.” Uraraka said as she scribbled Explodey McSplodeface next to her name on the by-line.

[rockybalfeatherboa]

getting these mtl headcanons outta my system

This is a long ass post but these r some random metalocalypse hcs that I feel kinda strongly abt some r real silly ok here it goes 

Aka me projecting

Toki - Enjoys activities like roller skating, weight lifting and boxing (that’s why he’s yknow fucken ripped) - Also enjoys model cars but not nearly as much as his beloved fighter planes - Thick brows - Hair is very thick and smooth (and,,pretty) but he doesn’t put a lot of work into is making the other guys kinda jealous - Sometimes shaves his legs below the knee but that’s it - Does shit like host teen choice awards and guest star on children’s tv shows BUT THEN acts surprised when kids love him,,,tf bitch this is ur fault - Absolutely loves physical affection he fuckin loves hugs and kisses!!!! - Prefers making out and titty groping groupies (and maybe a blowjob) over having sex with them .. but will still do it if he feels like he’s up to it - Kisses with his eyes open (and overall just real fuckin weird ok) - Keeps the video from Juliette sarmangsadandle in his nightstand he treasures it - Mostly writes his own keyboard parts for songs - Band thinks he’s hilarious when he doesn’t try to be but when he tries to tell jokes they don’t work ,, but he’s really funny in Norwegian it’s just the jokes don’t really translate too well so he just,,keeps it to himself - Pickles taught him how to smoke and now they like to chill and smoke together it’s like “their thing” - But he’s really picky about it he only smokes indica - (This is me projecting) Learned the phrase “if u feelin froggy then jump” and never stopped using it

Skwisgaar - shaves e v e r y t h i n g bc of 1) the aesthetics and 2) loves the way it feels - long lovely legs - huge fucken feet - has a klokateer pluck and tweeze his eyebrows them shits be on fleek - cries in secret at least once a day it’s become routine - He kept in touch with his Swedish gf for a while but then fell off and went back to hoeing #hoe4lyfe - Secretly wishes he can go back to wearing all white but he has to maintain brand recognition bc of the band - Wears very slight sweet smelling cologne behind his ears and wherever else cologne goes - Either eats a fuckton or not very much during the day,, keeping his metabolism on her toes - Guitar playing for him is like ultimate stress relief and also he fidgets with it he loves that thing - Has a book of various songs or riffs that he’s written on the guitar that dethklok will never ever use - Wears highlighter - Has run into one of his grown ass children in the bank one time and had to get the fuck out of there immediately,,they didn’t realize it was him tho -  Puts his feet on nathan just to bother him - Great teeth / really conscientious about hygiene - Cold hands and oily skin type - He has a pretty good sense of rhythm but ,, he can’t dance he can’t dance for shit oh my god it’s a disaster to look at - “I look like I can’t cook… that’s accurate” - When he drinks wine he does that thing where he swirls it around like a bougie piece of shit - Lactose intolerant :/ - Talks with his hands a l o t it’s over dramatized and very fascinating to watch - Responds to compliments with “I know”

Murderface - closet gay*   *gay but he grew up in such a homophobic environment so he tries to ignore it and pretty much force himself to be straight, explaining his constant trouble with women (Bc the attraction isn’t genuine ) and his fragile masculinity (so he’s always a “fellas is it gay to-“ or a “no homo” type of guy ),, his self esteem issues don’t help this out at all - big fuckin crush on skwisgaar (and skwis loves the attention) - sleeps with a retainer - hair is so dry,,,,,,please give this man some conditioner oh my god - knows pretty much everything about the civil war and the American revolution literally ask him anything he’s like a textbook - Somebody come get this man a pedicure - He has a lot of fans and they adore him it’s just that he’s oblivious to it,,, ppl love murderface!! - He’s not as ugly as he thinks he is or that people make him out to be, it’s just that people may think that only Bc the rest of Dethklok is so pretty. He kinda just ends up looking the worst by four-way comparison. It’s just a different type of look he has there’s nothing really wrong with his appearance - Imma go head and say it,,,he uses “y’all” - He and toki have actually made some decent songs for planet piss but it’s usually when they’re jamming out so they pretty much never get recorded 🤷🏽‍♀️ or remembered - He can move his dick voluntarily I mean I already knew that people with dicks can do this but murderface has like a whole new level of control with his - Got banned from Fintrolls bc he pissed in the olives but he just keeps coming back bc what are they gonna do? nothing - He takes his weapon/torture device collection very seriously like when u walk into his room u better not touch a damn thing or so help me -

Pickles - has nose piercings but doesn’t wear em - Small ear gauges - Strong toned legs especially shins and calves - Has not had a swig of h20 in 6 years but somehow has nice skin (a mystery) - Loathes Seth but absolutely a d o r e s  the baby!!! He loves that damn baby and always appreciates when Seth or amber send pics or FaceTime call !! Fuckin uncle pickles!! - Helps toki compose his keyboard parts for songs (Bc he too can play the piano) - Kinda flexible but not as he used to be,,he used to be able to do a full split - Likes to bug Charles a lot bc they’re the closest in age , sometimes they hang they’re good buds - Watches shitty reality tv (bad girls club, LHHATL (it has to Atlanta), etc) as a guilty pleasure - Kind of an asshole but in a way that leaves u wanting more - Played basketball freshman year of highschool,, he was ass at it lmao - Idk how much this has to do with being a headcanon but if pickles was a vine he’d be “I said whoever threw that paper, ya moms a hoe” he just carries that energy - Smells like a light combination of weed and cologne it’s really nice - Will tell one of his band mates to go blow their nose if they’re sniffling too much

Nathan - doesn’t like it when people touch his hair without asking but HOWEVER if u ask before u do he’d probably say yes ,, just gotta warn him first damn - Hates hates h a t e s feet it’s like a weird squirmy phobia. He’s ok with his own feet and just *seeing* other peoples feet but let someone’s bare foot touch him and he’d probably black out tbh - Really socially awkward outside of his stage presence but I think we all knew this - Nathan’s really sweet he just ,, u gotta know him - Really emotional when he’s drunk - Secretly cussing out everyone in his head - He doesn’t completely dislike physical affection but he’s not crazy about it either - Also kisses with his eyes open (but unlike toki he’s trying to work on it) - Dad bod but we all knew this too - Slightly introverted ..he likes to party and shit but can only take that much social interaction for so long then it’s time for him to go home - Eyes are so striking and pretty oh my god it’s like they’re shining it’s all his gfs favorite thing about him - ,,,,,,,thicc - He’s one of those people that rip off their hangnails instead of cutting them 😖 - He can throw down on the grill goddamn why isn’t he in charge of snacks? - Knows how to suture a wound with some level of proficiency - He loves his parents he just hates how they embarrass the fuck out of him god leave me alone mom and dad! - This is ironic to the last thing but remember that video where it was like “son let me hear some of your music” “I don’t think you’d like it” “c’mon let me listen” and the song is just “I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad” the whole time yea that was Nathan in high school - Strong arms (b,,beautiful) - As a kid he used to poke at roadkill for uhh entertainment - Used to be self conscious about his reading glasses but doesn’t gaf anymore - Severe case of resting bitch face he’ll literally be chillin but his face will be mean muggin but that’s just the way he looks - Tried PCP and ended up having to be chained to his bed betcha he’ll never smoke that shit again - likes crime investigation shows and serial killer documentaries - Will n e v e r  refuse a fresh hot salted pretzel

[vulcanrebel]

I have been asked by cops if I’m “okay” because I was the only white afab person in my group. At the time I didn’t know about this shit yet (I was in high school) and I was like “.... yeah? I was laughing? What’s the problem officer?” And I’m thinking okay maybe we were laughing so loud that we’re disturbing the peace or something? Cranky neighbor? Like what the fuck is this? Officer, vaguely glaring, but not quite at me, “just checking ma’am.” My friends had to explain to me afterward that it’s because I’m white and they’re all black and mostly male. They didn’t seem that bothered because that’s like the least bad thing they might have to deal with from cops? They’re USED TO IT?? They also pointed out that I was in the middle back seat and it’s entirely possible that I wasn’t seen until they approached the car, and that the cops could’ve just intended to fuck with them for being black and in a parked car at night.

What I have learned about dealing with cops as a white person: white or white passing people pay attention to ways you can use your underachieving melanin production to keep others safe. Listen to your POC friends when they tell you about their experience; they aren’t exaggerating to make the story better. Always check on police stops. If something looks off and it’s safe for you to do so, or you don’t care about that, pull over, park legally. Do NOT PARK BEHIND THE COP CAR (they get real scared because the doors are their shield in case someone shoots at them - I was told this very politely after pulling up behind them once). Watch. If it goes pear shaped, record it - take videos, take notes; your testimony can help. Keep aware when there’s cops around. If ever cops are at your work talking to people, stay with your coworkers and patrons who aren’t white until you’re sure it’s safe. That way the cops can’t lie that they were threatening or confessed to anything. Always use very respectful language, “sir” or “ma’am” if you can muster it; they calm down and become more cooperative, and again they can’t say they felt threatened. It sucks to do when you’re angry, but this isn’t about how you feel, it’s about the reality of other’s lives being threatened. Don’t piss off the cops. Innocent yet stupid questions are a good distraction, as well as anything about their job they’ll have to take a minute to explain. If you’re feeling froggy you can even ask pointed questions about their procedures, if they follow broken windows policy, their opinion on stop and frisk, “how do you know when to draw your weapon? Geez I’d be so scared and confused I’d never know what I should do!” etc. Being white and seeming ignorant will take you far.

Bottom line, pay attention and politely let the cops know by your presence they are not without supervision.

That’s not  justice

[valoisfulcanelli]

OOH!!! I would LOVE to see something of your characters when they were young

Here you go, nonny: an AU story of Gunther and Valois meeting as teens at school. Thank you so much for the prompt! :)

The Form of Stories

The noise of the corridor outside abated with the closing of the door behind him, and Gunther leaned against the wood, closing his eyes with a sigh of relief. Thank god for the library: the one peaceful sanctuary he had in this hateful school. Here silence reigned amid the smell of oft-thumbed pages and warmed paint from the ageing radiators that heated the room on winter days like today.

It had been a day of one too many here comes Gothy-Goth taunts. Or--given the vernacular of the kids around here--here comes Goffy-Goff. He hated that fucking nickname. So what if he always wore black? He LIKED it. And so what if he didn't join in with all the inane stupidity of his classmates? He HATED it.

He pushed himself away from the door with another sigh. At least now--right after lunch--it would be quiet in here. He always bunked off Physics lessons, and the teacher had pretty much accepted it by now. He guessed Mr Pruett would prefer to let him fail Physics than have to look at the sullen boy sulking at the back of the class for two hours every Tuesday and Thursday after lunch. That was enough to give anyone dyspepsia.

Yeah, so what if he called it that instead of 'indigestion'? He read the Classics because they were pretty cool. In fact, he was planning on whiling away the next two hours comfortably ensconced in his favourite chair, walled-in and sheltered by bookshelves, with the Patrick O’Brian book he'd started reading on Tuesday's skiving session.

He rounded the corner and stopped.

"Oh."

Shit. Someone was in his chair, staring up at him with the same rabbit-in-headlights look that he probably had on his own face. A boy with bright red hair that looked kinda neat and skin that was so pale Gunther was a bit jealous of it.

"Hello," the boy said, and at that word Gunther realised who he was: That Foreign Kid, sometimes known (behind his back, of course) as Froggy, presumably because he was French.

Gunther ducked his head. He ought to say something back, but there was his damned shyness again. Instead, he just offered a faint nod of recognition.

Oh god, the kid was closing the book he'd been reading and getting to his feet! For a panicked moment, Gunther considered which was the lesser of two evils: the noisy corridor and the incessant teasing, or having to talk to a complete stranger.

"I think," the other boy said carefully, as if he were trying to iron out the heaviness of his accent, "that I... sit..? No... I sat in your chair. I will move for you?" He pointed to the chair beside Gunther's favourite one.

Gunther bit his lower lip, then nodded again, one arm unconsciously crossing his body so he could clasp his elbow as the boy moved to the other chair. But he didn't sit down.

"My name is Valois," the boy said, with a faint and hopeful smile.

Oh well shit. There was no answering that with just a nod. That would be rude.

"Gunther," Gunther mumbled, barely able to look up.

"Gunther?" Valois echoed. "You are from Old Country?"

Gunther nodded again. Then, because Valois was persistent as hell, he felt he ought to elaborate a bit, because he wasn't from the Old Country, but: "My parents were. I was born here."

"Ah. I see." Valois smiled again, but it was still hesitant. "I am French. A... Froggy, I think I am called?"

"No!" Gunther blurted, raising his head. "You're not that. Don't listen to them when they call you that! It's not nice. I'd never call you that."

The hesitant smile suddenly blossomed into a broad and genuine one, and Gunther was stunned at just how beautiful Valois was at that moment. It made him feel all kinds of awkward and embarrassed at his own outburst.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"Non," Valois said, reverting briefly to his own tongue. "Ne t'excuse pas. I mean, do not apologise. You were so... hm... different then. J'ai vu la passion. Feu dans tes yeux!"

Gunther blinked. Passion? What? Fiery eyes? HIM?!

Valois giggled, and it was the funniest sound: soft and kinda sweet, and it pulled Gunther in. His lips twitched, but he forced them straight again, opening his mouth to say something... and finding that all his words had clearly decided to have an afternoon nap.

Valois stepped forward and held out the book he'd been reading. It was Thackeray's Vanity Fair. "I try to read the English, to improve my..." He waved a hand, clearly lost for the word he wanted.

"Vocabulary?" Gunther offered.

"Yes!" Valois's eyes lit up, and once again Gunther found himself entranced. Valois tried out the word a couple of times, getting his tongue around it: "Vo-cab-i-- No. Vo-cab-u-lary. That is a good word. I want to improve my vocabulary."

"Vanity Fair is kinda ambitious for that," Gunther said, finally cracking something approaching a smile himself. "A lot of the words used in the book aren't in common parlance anymore."

"But there!" Valois chuckled again. "You use a word from Old French, which is my language. I want to learn all the words--the old ones, too-- in your language. I find it--" He patted the book, as if it inspired him. "--charming."

And with that beautiful smile again, Gunther realised that he found Valois... charming, too.

"Will you sit with me?" Valois was asking. "I think we both like to read. The library is a kind place to me. To you, also?"

Gunther nodded. "It's my escape, alongside all the books in it."

Valois gestured to the chair he had vacated. "If history were taught in the form of stories," he said, "it would never be forgotten."

Gunther stared at him as he sat down. Where the hell had that erudite bit of English come from?

Valois grinned. "Rudyard Kipling," was all he said, as he sat down in the other chair and opened his book again.