#AND ALSO HER JOURNEY ISNT DONE YET

[frogsareserotonin]

Calliope petrichor is actually the ultimate emily pc because she’s acquired not one, not two, but three familiars

[haunted-xander]

One thing I really love about Marcille is that despite her deep fear of outliving her loved ones, she never, never let's it get in the way of her making bonds and getting close to people. She loves deeply and strongly and she doesn't try to supress that! She embraces it wholeheartedly! Her friends are so important to her and she's not ashamed or scared of it!

Actually, out of all the characters, I'd say Marcille is one of the ones who care the most about bonds of friendship. She's angry at Namari for leaving after Falin got eaten and holds that grudge up until Namari helps defeat the Undine (and therefore having 'proven' herself). She's shocked and upset when Chilchuck explains his policy of payment and that he's not really here bc of friendship. She puts a lot of focus on the party being a Group Of Friends rather than a team of hired hands dedicated to the specific role(s) they are paid for. Which of course makes sense since she joined the party to begin with because of her friend! To her, the party has always been 'Falin and her brothers' friend group' rather than a hired party. (A little reminder: Marcille was the most recent member when the story starts. She never met the previous members who left so the team of Laios, Falin, Chilchuck, Namari and 'Shuro' is what she's always known it as.)

When she becomes dungeon lord, the thing that manages to snap her out of the Winged Lions grasp is the earnest care and love her party is showing her. Literally 'power of friendship'ed their way through the Lions hold and gave her her clarity of mind back.

And!!!! At the end of the feast right before they're about to attempt to revive Falin again, she says!!! this!!!!

She's ready to accept that Falin might not come back, even after everything. The entire story she's been running away from death, from having to outlive her loved ones (in this case: Falin). But here she is, ready to let her stay dead if this last attempt doesn't work.

And it's not giving up. It's realizing that she did all she could, and that it's okay. Because she still got to meet and be friends with Falin. That time with her might be just a speck in the length of life Marcille will have to live still, but it still happened and that's what matters.

It's not about escaping death; it's about cherising the moments before it.

[headcanons-n-shit]

Hello

Your newest post reminded me i had an idea. The bois comforting wol who is having a nervous brakedown from all the stress. Bonus Ardbert.

I really like your stories. Especially the angsty ones.

(TAZ The Breakdown plays in the background)

(Mild shadowbringers spoilers)

Thancred literally (accidentally but still) disassociated so hard from the stress that he gave up his body to the bad guy for a bit. If anyone gets what youre going through, its probably going to be him. Hes not going to waste his time on empty platitudes: hes going to get you a glass of water, a warm blanket, and a hot meal, and let you cry it out on his shoulder for as long as you need to.

(And if that still doesnt help, well. Sex is still on the table. Its rarely a good idea, but hes all out of those.)

Urianger is probably breaking down with you lets be real. Every future my mans has ever read has included world-ending catastrophe, and, sure, youve thwarted it every time (usually with his help) but. What if this time you dont? What if this time you fail???? Its an unreasonable amount of stress for one man to be carrying. He probably does a fantastic amount of fantasy weed to cope and still all it takes is seeing you break down for him to also start blubber-crying.

Graha seems kind of detached and distant at first. "Shower water food" he commands you, in the voice of Lynas grandfather the Crystal Exarch, firm and uncompromising and impossible to disobey, and you might miss the way his voice and smile are strained. The way his hands clench and unclench at his sides. Hes never regretted turning back time to help you save two worlds, but. Its times like this that he wonders if he shouldnt try again to give you a happier ending.

Estinien is a firm hand on your shoulder, a steady shoulder to lean on, because he gets it. The feeling of being trapped in your own body, puppetted by powers so much greater than you can imagine, almost greater than you can comprehend... Youre breaking down for the both of you, honestly, because hes spent so long training the iron discipline to resist nidhoggs influence that he doesnt know how to anymore. This is. Cathartic. For the both of you tbh.

Aymeric wishes in this moment, more than anything, that he could just. Just be with you. Out on your journeys, giving you support by your side instead of from a distance. And he knows, he knows, that the support he gives you is important, that his ability to move nations in your favor has helped far more than any single sword at your side ever would. But he bears the weight of a nation while you bear the weight of a star, and that just. Doesnt seem fair to him.

Haurchefant knows that theres some things that hot chocolate cant fix but. Its a good starting place if nothing else. Something warm and sweet right now couldnt hurt, neither would a soft blanket and a roaring fire. He'll sit with you, bundled up together, and just listen if thats what you need. Or he can talk-- he has plenty of embarrassing stories about Artoirel that he hasnt shared yet. Either way, he'll happily help you wipe your tears away when youre done, and then drop a delicate kiss on your forehead.

Stand tall, he says. A smile better suits a hero.

Sidurgu is surprisingly good at this. Or, maybe not so surprising? Rielle is very mature for her age, but shes still a child. He probably does this whole song and dance every other week. And you feel a little bit like a child, the way he bullies you into the shower and then bundles you up in blankets and pushes food at you, but. Beneath the gruff words and scowl you can tell hes worried. Frustrated. This is exactly the kind of injustice that as a dark knight he swore he would fight, but hes just one man, there isnt much he can do about the desolation of the star. But he also needs you to know that he'll always be in your corner. Whether in this little way or if you need him to help you kill a god, he'll always come when you call.

BONUS

Ardbert has never felt so helpless in his life. He cant touch you, cant be a shoulder you can cry on. He cant even fetch you a glass of water. All he can do is stand there and watch as you break apart in your bed in the Pendants, and its. Its torture, worse than anything any ascian could ever conceive.

Still. He does what he can. And if all he can do is sit at your bedside, his hand hovering half-through yours in a mockery of touch while he tells you stories of his adventures, or friendship and triumph and happier times, well. Its the least he can do.

[a-thousand-attempted-words]

Writing 101: Narration Sentence

And how it'll help you script, your characters and perhaps even your sanity!

This is a form of narrative structure, meaning that it provides you with a baseline, but also a framework for your story.

What is a narration sentence?

In its baseform, its a complete summary of what your character, your story or a single event wants, does and struggles with. It is generally formulated like this:

A wants B because of C but D

They are the quint essence and therefore short. If your narrative sentence meanders around a lot, you need to define it better.

What can a narration sentence achieve?

Keep your silver lining in mind

Define your characters precisely

Help you summarise chapters in one glance

Remind you what you wanted to achieve

Set up clear contrasts and motivations

As you can see, narration sentences are there to help you have less work and a clearer vision. Thats pretty much all.

Some examples

Protagonist wants to save the princess because they want to be a hero but the dragon is too powerful.

As you can see, we havent even met the protagonist but we already know they are a little selfish and fame hungry (or maybe naive), the world isnt really in their favor and theres an antagonist setup. We also have a setup for potential failure or trickery to beat the odds.

Lets look at something a little more complex.

Antihero wants to redeem themselves out of shame but they dont grasp the breadth of their actions.

Emotions are always hard to put into words, but here we have someone who is yet blind to what they have actually done and they will have a long winded journey before they get there. What exactly they are ashamed about isnt necessarily part of the narration sentence, because we always keep it as short as we can. But (!) if you feel its easier to make it longer, go for it. This is your sentence after all.

Lets do a few more for funsies:

The wolf wants to eat red riding hood because he is really hungry but red riding hood is smarter than he is.

Rapunzel wants to leave the tower because she longs for freedom and agency but there is no key.

Snow White wants to survive against her murderous stepmother but she remains naive.

Moana wants to see the world because that is the call of her people but she hasnt learned any of the skills to do that.

You get the point, dont you.

Its Motivation, Setup, Roadblock all in one pretty sentence. Sometimes, over chapters and character change, these structures need to be retuned. Having an overarching narration sentence and several smaller ones is also allowed and can help you see If any of your changes are a little too much (and if they feel like a lot has changed, what have you done to justify that?)

Transition

Hope this helps :)

[mako-neexu]

God, the idea of a not-insignificant number of Chaldea's Servants having genuine beef with Mash because "Master is like this BECAUSE OF YOU" is a kind of drama I didn't know I needed. They're torn between trying to get Guda into therapy and only barely tolerating Mash because despite their problems with her, she is unfortunately the only thing keeping Guda sane at the moment.

FOR REAL!!!!! and notjust mash to blame you know? guda being guda doesnt tell mash anything and so part of the blame is on them as well!!!

because this isnt healthy!!! literally guda sees "mash" (kyrie in Id) die a bloody death in front of them and the very first thing that they do upon waking up to chaldea is go-

"I'm fine. Nothing hurts." and "Mash, you aren't hurt are you?" like????? they literally dismiss their pain every chance they get and only the servants who've seen them through - as very narrow in number as they are - are able to confront and call them out about it!!!!

before this story ends, literally something needs to be done to address this issue... because guda is unable to imagine a life without mash at this point and if mash is truly, truly taken away from them one day.... it would be 100x worse than what we see in lb6 or Id chapter....

still, mash really is doing her best.... but unfortunately, guda's view of mash is that mash's growth as a person has also made guda want to protect her more. she's also become that normalcy, that purity they've lost, mash is also one of their last remaining loved ones that remember events and are close to them all the way back to part 1. as for mash's view of guda, she's always seen them stand back up again and again, after all, they were the one to hold her hand as shewas crushed by a coffin, stayed by her side as death engulfed their surroundings. an image of kindness and strength that still continues to this day... so its really frustrating that they cant communicate these to each other just yet because guda, as a Master as long as they are on this journey need to be able to "clear their mind and heart" in the face of despair that would normally break a human and thus they look like they are "strong" which mash cant address as they've always felt relieved whenever they're with her. theres also the fact that they've always pushed down their pain especially in front of mash because they dont want to burden mash and thats just???

yeah the cycle has to break before this story ends sdkjfnkljnsdflsfkn

[n3ssier]

Hey hello! I wish you luck on your journey!!

Can I please get HC for Echo, Kapkan, Jäger and Vigil x Fem!Reader [Indicidually] who recently joined their team and is just super badass? Like they just admire her while she is on a mission and kicks ass?

Feel free to ignore this! But tysm if you choose to write it.

I also reccommend tuening on anonymous asks in settings. That way more people would be comfortable requesting :))

YES OFC TYSM i love this idea sm, i tried my best but lmk if theres any constructive criticism!! ALSO YES TY I TURNED ON ANONYMOUS ASKS NOW

echo

・masaru had heard his fellow operators talking about you in the morning, but just shrugged it off and assumed that you were nothing special

・he first sees you as he got into the coach/bus for you guys and 3 others to be taken on a mission and he’s honestly surprised because you look pretty good for being the newest op in rainbow, but ofc he does wanna say anything about it😭

・once the mission begins, he begins to focus on the task at hand and almost forgets about you, until he turns a corner to see you eliminating two enemies and he cant help but feel surprised.. 

・he stared for a bit.. yep.. definitely just a little tiny bit.. not for long at all..

・after snapping back to his senses when he sees you give him a puzzled look, he probably will give you some cold seeming, but still kind comment, something like “i guess youre not that bad for a rookie” or “uhhhdhjdhgh i wouldve done it better but still, not bad”

・you and masaru stick together for the rest of the mission, not saying much or conversing apart from callouts and intel

・he watches you closely, and tries to focus but he just cantttt

・your teammates are confused why hes being warmer to you than everyone else after the mission

・at the end of the day he waits until everyone is gone before quickly and bluntly asking you on a date

kapkan

・maxim isnt the kinda guy you’d expect to see fanboying over the newest operator, yet here he is :o

・he likes your badass demeanour, its different, it feels refreshing to him and he likes your style with it aswell ngl

・many bad attempts at him stealing glances at you both the full way there and during prep phase

・after setting up his traps and all he tries to find a spot to camp nearby you so that he can see and watch how good you actually are in the face of danger, while also looking out for enemies, of course

・your talent catches maxim off guard.. and he cant help but gawk slightly

・no one can see because of his hood and mask, but his mouth is so slightly ajar watching you in action

・hes not used to having crushes, or even having much interest in others at all! so this is different and he isnt sure how to feel or act towards you

・tries to show off subtly, which only his close comrades pick up on, no doubt he will be teased for that later by glaz and tachanka

・they especially start to pick up on his crush after the mission when maxim hesitantly approaches you and strikes up a conversation, which is fairly unlike him

jager

・marius is intimidated, to say the least

・cant keep his eyes off of you, and when your other teammates call on him you can hear the slight stutter in his voice

・he also keeps trying to find an opportunity to talk to you, he wants to ask about your gadget, as it strikes his curiosity, and just get to know you in general

・after getting a nasty kill he glances over to you to see if you noticed it, only to realise you were currently holding the upper hand in a 1v2

・he’s whipped for you without even realising, which his gsg9 mates pick up on, smirking to each other

・at the end of the final round of you guys’ training session, blitz comes up to you and recommends that you go speak to marius, explaining that hes a bit shy to go talk to you

・you strike a convo with him and boom, once he realises youre not actually that scary on the inside, all he does is talk to you and tell you about all the shows hes watched, what random fact he found out two days ago, what he had for breakfast, everything! and you just have to try your best to keep up

vigil

・chul-kyung takes a liking to you, but no one need to know that in his opinion

・honestly you kinda scare him a bit, but nothing in the world could ever get this information out of him, also he finds you hot tho, definitely

・he studies you very intently, tryna figure out what your whole thing is

・notices that you’re in a 1v3 and dashes to the enemies from behind, only to notice that youd killed them all by the time he had gotten there. this guy was gobsmacked, youd stolen his spotlight as the “cool edgy talented one”😭

・he keeps a close eye on you for the rest of the mission, and was pretty shocked to see you in action, he wasnt sure if he should stay in his position or join in your fight in order to help defend

・and its the same for vigil as it is as echo, where his teammates are very very surprised to see his usual cold persona shift to a softer one for you

・over time you two work together more, and are by far one of the most badass and scary duos at rainbow

・sometimes he just sits back and lets you handle some very intense scenarios, which worries you guys’ teammates, but he knows you can handle it 

·yall are feared

[barbieb0y]

forged in a bonfire.

day 4 of scrunkly week already woah

the theme is autumn! i went with both sitting by a cosy fire + cold hands, warm drinks for the prompts! i dont celebrate halloween so i feel detached from prompts related to that haha

as usual, i wrote a scenario for my selfship, uppercut (my oc, paper cut x joe reverse 1999) BUT i did add mercuria reverse 1999 into the mix bc idk i just like the (potential) dynamic between her and joe, although idk her that well (the wiki doesnt have her info either so...) and this isnt explicitly romantic but there is so-called tension. so

Paper Cut has grown accustomed to the sound of foreign yet warm laughter. The flames that occupy the bonfire in front of him could only hope to rival such warmth. But the best thing about this kind of laughter is that sometimes, it would include his own. It’d make for a great journal entry and an even greater bandage.

“Leave it to J to get Dr. Cut of all people to leave his lil’ man cave.”

Another wave of laughter ensues, this time he joins in. He can’t deny the person’s claim - J’s siren call was the straw that broke the camel’s back. But he has no regrets; even with all the unfamiliar faces and voices, he feels like he’s finally home.

“Not that hard really. The dude just needed a little push.”

J  frequently shrugs off any mention of his effort to bring Paper Cut out of his shell easily. He’s a strong believer in the efforts Paper Cut himself made to get out there. It’s just a coincidence that the biker was there for him and his journey.

“A ‘little push’ is an understatement of the century.”

Mercuria’s comment prompts another round of unashamed laughter. At this point, Paper Cut has chosen to watch this little drama about him silently, metaphorical popcorn in hand. The next scene starts with J rolling his eyes and folding his arms.

“Okay, maybe I didn’t need to visit him every single day but–”

“And the fact that you’d pretend to be hurt specifically on Thursdays.”

“Thursdays are unlucky days for me! It’s not even pretend sometimes!”

“Pfft, sometimes.”

The laughter never seems to die down. That observation can be attributed to the fact that J being the center of attention – but he almost always is the center of attention, just how he likes his social interactions to be. But the best part is that he doesn’t even have to try. Paper Cut supposes that’s just how it is when everyone in the neighborhood knows your name and your game. But in a way, Paper Cut himself also garnered such a reputation.

Paper Cut’s job is to heal paper cuts and beyond. Even if he doesn’t believe it, his fame has been the consequence of his own choices. Not charging patients cash for medical services was and will always be what makes him infamous. It’d be abnormal if it was simply free but the strange charging fee of a piece of paper for every session would’ve been enough for people to call him crazy.

You can call him a quack all you want but at the end of the day, he gets the job done – this is what Joe thinks of his work ethics. Joe was more concerned that he wasn’t taking care of his own health. After all, the doctor can’t heal if he himself is sick, right?

“We got some hot cocoa, folks! J, help me pass it around.”

One of the unfamiliar faces announces and with his best service smile (which is his usual, ‘I-love-my-friends’ smile), J gives out warm mugs full of comfort.

Paper Cut mumbles a thank you and manages a small smile for J, which is reciprocated almost immediately. Just as quickly, Mercuria has to stifle the voice of the person sitting beside her before they could make things awkward for the two. That moment was enough to make her feel like she’s thirdwheeling so there’s certainly no need to add fuel to that fire.

Everyone there knows that there’s some kind of tension between the two (or at least, almost everyone - one guy insists that they’re simply “very close friends”). They’d rather not assume but they’ve grown somewhat impatient waiting for their friendship to eventually transform into a romance. And they have to admit, the two men make good in-group gossip material.

As soon as J is done with his arduous task, he plops down next to Paper Cut with a mug of his own, which he extends towards his seatmate. Paper Cut chuckles and clinks his mug with J’s to humor him. It works, as J lets out a satisfied laugh. But J is pleasantly surprised when Paper Cut moves to imitate him but with his own other seatmate, Mercuria, instead. And she also humors him.

Before long, the air is filled with that warm, foreign laughter again as people clink their mugs affectionately. Paper Cut closes his eyes, submerging himself in an orchestra of delight.

On that night, eternal bonds were forged.

[claudiablogger]

hi so what do you think about people wanting claudia to return as a similar hallucination-ish type of a thing as dreamstat on s2?

hi laura i think it's so interesting and well ghost! claudia is real to me.

on a personal level she appeals to me in a way dreamstat never will bc she's just so much more INTERESTING + her life was cruelly short even for a mortal.

there's so much more that can be done for her character as opposed to dreamstat who was clearly a ticking time bomb thematically, for all that the reveal he's stayed w louis all these years even in the penthouse took my breath away. dreamstat was an ending that louis had to let linger bc he never got closure. claudia is the opposite--a character whose self chosen independent vampire beginning w her companion met a horrific death. she'd barely gotten the ball of life rolling on her own

narratively i do feel like it was hinted at with her saying she's going to haunt them all even if there isnt an afterlife + how vamps are notoriously hard to kill + the way she's the cornerstone of louis' journey and interview !! the show so far was about him coming to terms with imo not her death but her life and how she saw it--putting his failure in perspective and extending to their relationship the grace he needed to heal. embracing life, embracing the rage and injustice of her murder instead of trying to quell how he feels and sitting only in guilt without truly finding a spot in his heart for the heaviness of grief. only possible without armand, of course; in the same vein of acceptance, this time of the choice of death, paul's portrait could only be hung up after closure w lestat

given s2 ends with loustat reunion solidifying their bond over claudia forever and the way they jointly cannot get her out of their minds--it only follows that the inciting incident of the book spotlights the ever deepening hollow of claudia's place in the present that never was filled with her death. perfect timing for ghost claudia

delainey hayles hasn't been listed as a member of the s3 cast (yet?) but given it's an ensemble cast again it would totally make sense for her to return and i'm hoping praying she does please god

also ghost claudia brings to mind this fic (made myself mythical, tried to be real) centering that very concept; i've been obsessed

[bridgyrose]

Neo nightmare for Casmos, Arrele or Kale about their failures , also maybe involving assumed failures towards their parties

(Well, since you asked nicely, I'll let you have some Kale lore as a treat)

Kale rushed through the forest, gripping her lute tightly as she tried to avoid the town guard once more. She ducked into an abandoned house, pushing the door shut and sitting down as she quietly let out a sigh as she listened to the footsteps from the other side of the door. She leaned her head against the door and took a breath to calm her nerves once more. Once again she had been run out of town for a mistake, and once again, she was alone. 

It had become a normal occurrence for her, and yet, it still didnt feel like it should’ve been. Village after village, run out after simple mistakes all because she was different, all because she was considered an ill omen. Without another thought, Kale picked up her lute and started to pluck at the strings, playing a lonely melody. 

A calm voice echoed through the house as the smell of tea wafted through the air. “Is someone there?” 

Kale stopped playing her lute and slowly lowered it. “I… thought this place was abandoned.” She stood up and placed her lute to her hip and looked around for where the voice came from. “I can leave-” 

“You can stay. You seem like you had a bit of a rough journey. Stay awhile and have some tea.” 

“I think I’ll-” Kale reached for the handle to the door and paused when she didnt find it. “-leave. I guess a little tea wouldnt hurt.” 

The voice echoed through the halls again, sounding further away. “Come sit down and rest.” 

Kale slowly started to make her way through, a worry creeping up in the back of her mind as she walked through the seemingly endless halls. The house seemed bigger than it did on the outside, the hallway seeming to stretch infinitely in front of her, doors and pictures lining it. She stopped at a picture that showed herself with her twin sister, Arelle, frowning for a moment. It certainly wasnt something she expected to see here. 

The voice beckoned again and the sound of a door opening echoed through the hallway. “I have your tea ready. Please, come join me.” 

Kale slowly pulled away from the picture and started to walk again, her pace slowing as she noticed each picture depicting a piece of her life. Her childhood, her parents, the first time she ran away and the first village she was thrown out from. A few pictures seemed to move with magic, showing her parents praising Arelle and shunning herself, painful memories stirring in her mind. Finally, she came to the open door in the hallway and peeked in, freezing when she saw the room.

Her parents, Arelle, and the priest of her home village all sat at a table with an older woman. The woman smiled back and offered a teacup to Kale. “Come, sit. You’ve had a rough day.” 

Kale nodded and made her way into the room, the stares from her parents, her sister, and the priest didnt make her feel welcome. She sat down and stared at the tea. “Thank you, but… I should be going-”

“And where would you be going, dear?” the woman asked with a smile. “You’re not wanted anywhere, right? Wouldnt it be easier to pretend you were never born?” 

Kale froze for a moment and her eyes widened as the room around her shifted, walls getting taller, the door behind her disappearing, and the woman almost shifting into the shadows. “N-no, I’d never think that!” 

“Isnt that why you keep disguising yourself as me?” Arelle asked as she stood up and pulled her glaive off her back, glaring at Kale. “You could always be yourself. Instead, all you do is cause trouble for me. You disguise yourself as me, have me pick up the pieces you leave behind. Why be you when you can be someone else!” 

Kale jumped back to avoid the strike from her sister, pulling her lute to her chest. “I didnt mean for any of that!” 

Her mother slammed a hand to the table. “You are a plague on our village!” 

“You’ve done nothing but wrong us since you came,” Kale’s father said in a calm voice, glare piercing through her soul. “You are nothing but a curse.” 

Kale moved out of the way of another strike from Arelle, backing up against the wall. “I’m not a curse-” she felt a searing heat strike her chest as her words were interrupted. Her eyes went to the priest, now donning paladin attire. 

“You are nothing but a soul that needs to be cleansed,” the priest said as he opened his holy book. “A soul that needs to be saved from the curse you wear.” 

Kale felt the blunt end of the shaft from Arelle’s glaive hit her in the chest, then striking her again against her shoulder and shoving her to the ground. Her eyes looked at the tea in front of her, her hand shook as she reached for it. Then, she clenched her hand and closed her eyes as she cast darkness centered on herself. Once she was sure no one could see her, she picked herself up, blasted a hole into the wall of the house, and started to run. She ran down the halls and blasted another hole in the wall where the door should’ve been, not stopping until she was far enough that she couldnt see the house any longer. 

Kale dropped to her knees and put her hand to her chest, heart pounding and hands shaking. Those words she was told were ones she had heard for most of her life: that she was unwanted, a curse, a troublemaker, someone who always left a mess in her wake. Her hand clutched a small locket she kept around her neck, tears running down her cheeks as she tried to calm herself. “Not… not today.” Her hand slipped from her locket and she wiped the tears from her eyes. She took a breath and cast one more spell with her lute to make herself look like one of the traveling merchants she saw and started to make her way back to the village. If everyone saw her as a problem, then she’d leave. Right after getting the money she needed to make it to the next village. 

[possessionisamyth]

things i need to unpack

-the gender thing

I remember bringing up the possibility of talking T to a sister in university to which she immediately dissauded me saying i didn't need it and shouldn't do that, no idea what her intentions were or if she was trying to be supportive but i guilted that idea out of me by doing research and convincing myself its not worth the effort, i still dont know if i think its worth the effort or not, but i do need to sort through this

i also remember discovering the term androgynous and running with it only for a group of well meaning friends to further prod me on the definition as if that weren't enough (this was during the time where a bunch of lgbt terms were being brought back into the normal language while others where being created) so I don't blame them but it did kinda make me hate labels if mentioning one meant id be asked to constantly elaborate

-the sexuality thing

I floated between a lot of labels as i was learning them, the first one being bisexual since in highschool there was only gay straight or bi, and a lot of queer online discussion changed between me graduating high school and me leaving university

did latch onto the term "demisexual" when it dropped because it felt like me, but was questioned again when trying to explain it and was told "isnt that just what everyone does?" didn't take this response as maybe they were on the same wavelength and proceeded to have the most uncomfortable and irritated relationship with the concept of asexuality ever since, resorted to sorting myself into simply having a low sex drive and maybe not having met the right person yet, didn't help that the people i was dating or interested in at the time were all some level of shitty or uncommunicative sometimes with the bonus of expectations on me I couldn't meet

realizing now that ive guilted myself out of the idea and it just mixed in with my weird and fluctuating relationship with my body making me feel justified for being a dick

-other thoughts

Also realizing now my people pleasing habits, desire to not be a burden on anyone, and letting my own feelings be ignored or bottled up for the sake of other people's comforts did just as much hindrance for my personal journey as learning all the new information helped said journey

i lashed out at people i shouldn't have, over stepped boundaries i didn't comprehend, and came off all wrong when i was learning to set my own boundaries and trying to hate myself less, there were a lot of pivots trying to curb that self hatred, some better than others, others that resulted in me having to navigate around these coping methods i no longer need and no longer help me

I think i do have a lot of unspoken anxiety about whether im allowed to be angry or sad or upset about myself and my relationships because there have been many times where i try to voice those feelings and I'm told I shouldn't respond that way, and ive unfortunately done the same to others, and i think i do need to let myself sit in my bad moods so i can actually process them instead of trying to constantly shove it to the back of my mind and pretend it isnt there

and i can recognize ive said things that have hurt people or made them upset because of all of this shit ive listed and i cant go back and fix most of it because my running into those people are very slim and thats just the nature of life

But, i think to really sort of heal I'll need to start saying whats for me and that what i say is enough

So I think i am demisexual and androgynous nonbinary and I think if i ever want to start taking T that'll be my decision and no one elses and i still have to unpack the baggage and the guilt but i can keep moving forward, and if those labels change than thats good too and it wont be because someone else made me feel bad directly or by accident for making a decision

[prettybutter-flyy]

Lessons from my cacoon #1

My healing does not take place in a vaccuum. As much as i want it to...

I got in an arguement w... actually most of my friends yesterday. See, my 24th birthday is coming up and as much as i despite capitalism, it kinda popped off on "the giftgiving for birthdays" thing (not christmas just birthdays, if i was born to consume, then you can celebrate my life with a gift just for being born). And i do want to say that i have NEVER said, "you MUST give me gifts" i get that sometimes you dont have the money or dont know what to get them or maybe you arent close, whatever.

But in all my life, i felt bad abt ppl splurging on me. And i have always been shy to ask for things or favors or freaking love in general. And that is something i wanted to unpack.

So i sent my birthday wishlist to my family and my friends. Unashamed. And im still unashamed despite the argument.

The fight was about how in the last couple years not everyone has been getting gifts, some ppl are getting nothing so we should just not do gifts this year.

Now i get it, that sucks to not get gifts on your birthday from ppl that you think love you! Totally understandable. And they said it had happened two years in a row (the covid years mind you) so they assumed we werent doing gifts anymore.

I was... well mainly angry. I was upset that they didnt take into account my financial situation compared to theirs, or covid or the fact that this conversation was SUPPOSED to be about me but somehow we are planning a birthday party for EVERYONE now (they planned a new holiday: birthday day, which is exactly what it sounds like)

I was so upset i had to blow off steam atbthe gym. I worked out for 90 minutes. Thats the longest and hardest ive ever worked out in my life! And i know im gonna be sore tomorrow.

But after some actual reflection i realized a couple things:

Im actually pretty proud that my friend spoke her mind. Id been preaching that to them for a while now. I wished it could have been brought up around THEIR birthdays but we do have a solution now to the problem bc they spoke up. However i respond can not discourage that!

I knew their feelings are justified in feeling hurt, and that my feelings are justified that the conversation could have been brought up at different time. Both can be true for sure. But NONE OF US ARE PERFECT! Im not perfect and my friend isnt perfect and the rest of our friends arent perfect. And i cant expect perfect interactions or perfectly timed confrontations or a gift every year. And life isnt perfect. We make mistakes and go broke and hurt each others feelings and frustrate each other.

And lastly and most importantly, i realized that like, even tho i wasnt the only person who didnt get these ppl gifts, i still did not get them gifts. My financial and mental issues are unimportant here! Handmade gifts are awesome! Despite finally having a decent job and finally clawing my way out if the depths of my mental hell all that is internal. I loved my friends then and i love them now and yet, even then, i didnt... idk make them cards, i didnt do what i could at the time. I was wrapped in myself and my insecurities and just... didnt think of them.

And so those points in history have already happened, and have been processed, and suddenly im healing and coming up and all i can do is make up for it. Bc those experiences dont exist in a vaccuum.

Of course im not at the pinnacle of my healing journey so i still have some pretty toxic mental gymnastics flipping around my brain. But by the time their birthdays rolls around it should be done.

I feel like i only barely made sense here :/

My point is everyone who let their mental health affect their behavior and is coming out of that will probrably have to go on an apology tour.

And my point is also if you have a fixable problem, be sure to point it out. Ppl may not even realize its an issue.

[crabbunch]

ok. so like in tgis au i think everyones backstories backstories are the same ie kakashi is still sakumos son and all that jazz obito is an uchiha ect ect. after rin gets squished by a bolder madara snatches her even tho shes not his first choice cuz hes running out of time and he just needs a young impressionable kid to carry out his will.

kakashi is the one who gets kidnapped and subsequently kills himself with obito. rin watches and rages and madara gives her his eyes now that shes Committed tm. obito pulls a kakashi and bases his whole personality off of rin. he starts learning medical ninjustsu n stuff and joins anbu. minato dies every thing sucks ect ect.

rin has some problems with the transplanted eyes but she has KILLER chakra control so they are significantly less than they are with other characters. so what im saying is that shes a pretty sick fighter. idk what chakra nature she would have but tbh im leaning towards water. or maybe fire. i havent decided yet.

uchiha massacre soorrt of happens. but rin isnt as focused on them as obito was so without her interference its not. quite as bad? tensions arent quiiiite as high. the coop happens but they lose and a lot of them die. but not all of them ! itachi helps some of hem fight against the coopwhich does not help. sasuke has Mixed Feelings on this.

obito becomes a jounin sensei to ease distrust on the remaining uchiha cuz theres nothing more trustworthy than a teacher haha am i right? he passes team 7 and is like. "uh oh sasuke and and sakura will die and narruto will have the optimism crushed out of him D:" and resolves to make them strong so that wont happen.

rin is very cool and does evil things ala akatsuki style. she spies on obito sometimes and thinks that he is very cowardly for upholding the system that led to kakashi's death and her "death", especially cuz he had the perfect opportunuty to overthrow the system. shes also like. killing people in an effort to put the entire world in a dream so. no ones a saint.

i think that in the end obito finding out that . idk what rins persona would be and she cant really pass for madara. NO WAIT she has his eyes. she pretends to be madara and just gaslights everyone. "why is your hair brown" "its not" and if anyone questions her she pulls out madaras sharingan . obito finds out her true identity and takes them to kamui for a private fight.

over the course of the au i think obito regains a lot of his optimism through narutos example. obito talk no justsus her and is like "yeah the shinobi system sucks. what if instead of fleeing it to a dream we just made it better" and this works ! somehow ! rin helps them fight off moon bunny and stuff and instead of dying she goes on a journey with sasuke.

idk i think shed be a little more methodical in her critizisms of the shinobi system than obito or sasuke ya know? she was never qite as starstruck by the system as obito was so her opinion of everything involved wouldnt fall as far. i think shed see herself as an emotionless entity Doing What Is Right for the good of the world because it has to be done. the kind of character to think thag shes above emotions whoch of course makes her all the more emotional.

like she goes from "standard girl" (which is probably a facade shes putting up because the ninja world hates girls ig. ) to whats her idea of saving the world and never has time to figure who RIN is. and i think after the 4th war she takes some time to figure that out.

ya.

theres not too much focus on rin as like. An Actual Character with Motivations and stuff in the naruto fandom that ive been able to find. which is unfortunately understandable cuz kishimoto hates women and didnt give her one. but i would love to see a team minato swap au where rin is the one who "dies" at kannabi bridge and makes obito and kakashi promise to take care of each other. fastforward a few months and obito kills kakashi and rin is the evil guy and stuff. and obito stays behind to become anbu. i think rin deserves to kill commit attrocities wear a fancy goth cloak ect ect

[poptartmochi]

hrrrmnghgh colonel... it is gioia hours yet again

[ufvincent]

hello friends ( lets choose to ignore how late this is. punctuality is not one of my strong suits hahehe ) excited to be here & write ! fun facts abt me before we get started: i work fulltime & tend to knock out as soon as im home thus the lack of activity + i luv fe3h but have yet to finish a single playthru ... #badgamerthings. wiki is my best friend 4ever.  here is his portfolio page & read on to find more :^)

cue rambling & hoping it makes some semblance of sense:

second born (but heir) of the duke of vessalius (a state within gleerium), thus holds the title of ‘marquess’ (which is for the first son of a duke, but he inherited at a young age from his older brother after his death)

early childhood has him loved as the family’s baby but has since been forced to adapt to a certain loneliness as per life’s circumstances 

(the turning point being the aforementioned brother’s death @ the hands of a protester, a grief his parents basically never got over, and in turn is the start of his loneliness, worsens after his mother died a few years back)

anger @ the circumstances leads to many bad decisions, inclination towards self ruination, a lack of respect for both himself and the world at large. (violence Is the key)

father has him oblige to using an alternative outlet for his anger, reminds him of the good his mother represented (as a former star champion for his ppl & known for her warrior prowess, which she put on the backburner to build a family but continued supporting in more of a figurehead position)

pledges to follow in her footsteps and become a good soldier, thus begins his post-grad fixation with training

mostly devotes himself to his training simply bc he feels he no longer has any other purpose in life, there is no passion, its his competitive behavior & need to prove himself that enables him to work hard; moves up the ranks until recently, when a form of self sabotage (re: physical brawling) leaves him injured.  knee takes time to recover, and by then his peers have rushed ahead and begun making names for themselves within the ranks. 

re: aforementioned injury; sometimes u can see him limping around, tho he tries to mask any discomfort. while the pain is real as his injury isnt too old, it is also psychogenic (when fixated on how much hes failed, the pain flares up more)

simply existing. accepted he’s a good for nothing, but reluctant to admit he’s miserable.  pretends he can accept anything that comes his way b/c he has lost the energy to care any further. adopts an  ‘it is what it is’ philosophy to hide behind

(but is also moody, like the type to say ‘lol ok’ b/c he thinks theres no point arguing and then approach u again in 2 min like ‘ok but actually. wtf’.) 

currently on a (forced) journey of a self discovery to 1) figure out what he Can Do before 2) hes subjected to his father’s responsibilities evermore as the role of the dutiful son requires of him. currently favors charity work / going into town to see what needs to be done in order to be helpful (also b/c it keeps him out of their home)

tense r/s with father now, as he essentially hasnt been given the time of day since he became his heir & believes hes his fathers biggest disappointment. 

has no will to care for his own life, exists to date b/c he cares more for his baby sister than anything else/his own self

tl;dr he’s waiting to die

idk what else to put here im crossing fingers ive mentioned all i need to!

plot wise! 

honestly open to anything, i feel there’s more room for antagonism generally considering his family’s position but also. he is slated to be a little infuriating. 

specifically open to filling the younger sister slot since that would be fun! overprotective vincent + family trauma. what a fun time 

pseudo siblings are so imp and so fun. found family is beautiful

in a similar vein, ppl that have known him all his life (whether it means a positive or negative r/s)

he went to lotus academy until he was 18, so possibilities for meeting there! 

or someone he met during/closely trained with during the last 4 years before injury, comrades haha... heart_emoji (open possibilities, with re: training = moving around a lot so ability to meet more ppl (& with or w/o the pretense of his title))

or during his random escapades into town where he can typically get away w/o being noticed. he adopts a new name each time - u know him as like.... nick.,....... subin, ...... bobby.

besties keep u sane. vincent will be the exception 2 the rule (befriend him. its fun!)

i am the worst at jotting down plots but genuinely open to anything, lmk if smth comes to mind and we will make it work!

if u got this far. my liege ... i applaud u  (bowing_person_emoji)

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

My Love| Echo (part 6 beejesus...)

Notes: this ones short my bad, also this way shock you. I also have a strong urge to make hondo show up perhaps in the Future

Warnings: sad flashbacks, death and disease mentioned, cannablistic mentions (not eating anyone but like the word), cursing,

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 (you're hah here)

Masterlist

That wasn't possible.

"What a shame." Maul spoke, turning himself around and walking away the Pyke leader following him.

This was wrong.

"If we came for this it better be important." Hunter spoke snatching the drive, "we leave now,"

"Me and Jacob they'll return you to your ship." The teen spoke up, "but be quick we'll need to leave with the transports."

It was a silent stealthy journey back to the ship, Echo being pushed along the way by Wrecker mostly as he was trying to process what was being told to him.

So...Y/n was dead? No that was possible- they couldn't of killed everyone.

He walked onto the ship the twins wishing them luck as they rushed back off into the darkness. He took a seat on his bunk, removing the head gear and mask, his gaze trapped within the grain of the metal.

"Tech get us out of here." Hunter demanded.

Wrecker watched Echo, his brows furrowed and in conflict.

"Hey. Kid." Wrecker spoke nudging Omega softly, "Good job out there."

"I just stuck to the plan." She smiled.

"Wanna do one more mission?" He asked playfully she nodded happily.

"Go find Lula. I think someone needs her." Wrecker spoke as Omega nodded rushing to find the Tooka doll.

Wrecker walked over to Echo, sitting across from the reg, Echo kept his gaze down.

"Hey."

"I don't, I don't understand." Echo responded, "I- I don't..."

"It's okay-" Wrecker tried to speak.

"But it isnt." Echo seethed.

The sudden jolt told them they had jumped to hyperspace. Echo rubbed over his eyes.

"What was Y/n's family doing associated with the Empire..." Echo spoke, "I...I don't..."

Wrecker frowned, Hunter watching the cockpits doorway, his brother lost and confused, let down and heart broken.

Walking into the cockpit the door closed behind him.

"You'll want to see this Hunter." Tech spoke, "Echo was right."

Hunter took a seat, "Y/n's code name is Rosyln then?"

"In a sense yes, yet It is many things." Tech informed, "It's multiple things, a name, a code name, a secret military operation."

" a what." Hunter demanded answers now.

"On this disk it says Project Rosyln was ment to help in implicating...hunger in a sense.."

"Hunger?" Hunter asked, "Hunger for what?"

"Flesh, sentinel flesh," Tech responded, "They had many failis dead on contacts, until. Rosyln."

"The dead brother of Y/n's Echo mention." Hunter spoke as Tech nodded.

"He survived it, partially, resulting in an outdated inner rim disease known as Cancer." Tech responded, "though it is not sepcified what type, he died young."

"So how does Y/n fit into it?"

"Rosyln was Y/n's younger brother by adoption law on corosaunt, and the Zabrack was not lying when he said The L/n family was ontop the imperals kill list, it was ment for them to go into hiding, to essentially metophorically and phsycially slip into the dark." Tech contuined.

"Okay so the kids?"

"Test subjects." He responded, "farm animals, future death troopers fueled by anger and loss, much more. Hunter, They weren't a family, those people they called there parents? Used them."

"Can we save any of them? Y/n? The older kids? The young ones? Anyone?" Hunter questioned.

"This here is a list of kids of Y/n's family," Tech spoke, plugging into the panel infront of him as the hologram formed, "red are dead, there eay of leaving is by there name. Jay here died of rejection of food, he starved to death. Siora drowned herself in the shower room-"

"Thats enough Tech. Who's alive." Hunter demanded.

"Y/n here is still alive, but that is all." Tech responded opening the file, "but has a number of unstablizing test ran on him, it shows here his diet was starting to change from normal foods to sential flesh, but before they could change him fully he escaped."

"How."

"Unknown."

Hunter was silent, for a moment as Tech closed the file, going through the others, "This also contains other information, such as helpful codes the imperals are now using, current inflation in imperal troopers, comn chatter and resources-"

"Don't let Echo see this." Hunter spoke.

"Hunter, I. I don't think this is a good idea." Tech told him, "You'e seen what he'll go through already to see him again. Hunter that was a sith he went up on, a Pyke leader."

"He doesn't need another thing to have a mental break down on. What happens if we find Y/n? Dead in a ditch-." Hunter argued, "if we can't fix him- we can't even help Crosshair None the less ourselves!"

"Hunter, he deserves to know." Tech defended, "let's be real here Hunter, we've nevee been there for him, we saved him from one hell to put into another, we can't help him because we don't understand him."

Hunter was silent, he knew Tech was right, "You're right." Hunter told him.

Tech pulled the disk from the panel looking back at Hunter, "Hunter I know this is hard. But this is his family. And I wish for a time in my life, I was wrong."

Hunter stayed silent walking out the cockpit, and down the small hallways, Omega trying to cheer Echo up with Lula and Wrecker with a supportive smile.

"Echo."

Echo looked back, "Tech wants to uh...show you something."

Echo got up without a word walking into the cockpit.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Omega questioned looking up at Hunter.

"Sure he will!" Wrecker tried to stay postive looking back at Hunter who kept his gaze down.

"Not this time Omega." Hunter told her, as she leaned in for a hug, he patting her head as she hug his stomach.

Tech walked out the cockpit, the doors closing behind him, "Echo wishes to take first watch while we rest," Tech informed.

"Where do we go next from here?" Omega spoke looking up at Hunter.

"We'll keep working jobs for Cid, seeing what we can do." Hunter responded, "Tech when Echo is done with that disk, see if anything on there has Crosshair on it."

"I have alredy copied the disk, I will look through it more on my watch after Echo's." Tech responded.

Hunter nodded

"hey kid." Wrecker spoke up, "lets go play a game together."

Omega nodded as Wrecker picked up Omega the two walking away to her room, Hunter mentally thanking Wrecker.

"How'd he react." Hunter responded.

"He hasn't." Tech responded, "I left it plugged in. He has the option. I just don't know if he's used it."

It was true, Echo had the option, the wanting, but he sat in his chair, staring at the disk sitting in the panel.

This was it.

This was the ticket, he could know, move on, grt some type of closure either Y/n was dead or alive. Even if Y/n was dead or alive he let Y/n's biggest secret slip.

'Just...I don't like people to pity his name.' Y/n told Echo, the two standing in all black together and umbrella over head as they walked the cemetery, 'he fought hard, that's all that matters, and there's no reason you should pity someone for when you loose,'

Echo nodded at him, 'I won't tell anybody, I understand to a degree, but if you need to talk, I want to listen,'

Y/n nodded, 'Thanks again for comin along Echo, not the best way to meet my baby brother,''

'I was glad to meet him, either way,'

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, finger's scratching at his nape. Standing up and walking over his hand hovered over the disk, should he pull it out? Should he press that small white button to let every fear he's had consume him?

He pulled the disk out, this was the right choice. Whatever he needed to know. He'd learn from y/n when he'd see him. Rubbing over the disk he slid it in his belts pouch and sat in the piolts seat looking out into the blue swirls. He was doing it again.

Sitting in silence, watching nothing new pass him by. Y/n was alive, if the others believed it or not was there choice, it was there opinion, he knew what he was saying was a fact, and he didn't need no disk to tell him so.

But the question still remained, Why was Y/n involved in crime syndicates and with Sith?"

The male turned himself around shoulder hair length, strings of white in his hair; stress induced.

"It's done." Lom Pyke spoke, "The kids are out, where is the spice."

"It's on the ship don't you worry." He spoke.

"You've returned the favor after I've said you returned the favor."

"Then we've returned the favor." Lom Pyke argued.

"I did everything you asked!" Lom Pyke argued, "I've stuck my neck out for you more than you can imagine you cannablistic bitch!-"

The pyke leader was cut off, lifted into the air as he gripped at his neck, and brought forward quickly, choking on the lack of air.

"Do you know who I am?" The man questioned quietly.

"L-let-" the pyke tried to speak stratching at his neck for breath, "let me g-go!"

"Oh...you don't?" The man questioned, "I was afraid once...not to long ago, afraid as you are now..."

The sound of choking made him pause adding slight pressure, "p-please!"

"I am no longer afraid...I am..." the man thought, any more and the pyke leader would die, "Well, funny thing is, I don't even know who I am anymore...but I do know, that, you, owe me much more than you think."

The man was dropped to the floor, attempting to catch air, "Perhaps, you wish, once to see who I was, to see how I became this thing you call a cannablistic bitch!"

"Please! No-" He defended, raising his head to look up in plead, "Not again! Not that place!"

A hand was placed on his head, as the Sith lord walked in. Within a matter of seconds the Pyke fell limp, the man pushing him over as he fell and rolled down the small stells of the elevated ledge.

"You're here for a reason Maul?"

"I am indeed, that clone, you told to meet us on Zut, there were clones."

"Entertain me Maul." He spoke, walking down the small steps, the hells of his boots clicking as he made it down the steps.

"Seems you're little buddy Captain dipshit isnt the only clone that's defected. That little Ray shit of your's hacked the imperal files." Maul spoke, his tone as usual, dark, broody, annoying to the mans ears, "Clone force 99, may just be on our side."

The man snatched the datapad from him, "and they have a child with them. How wonderful."

"Status' as of current."

"Like I said that dipshit of yours sursingly has his corners covered. Ray's tracking them as we speak." Maul told.

The man looked through the photo's there he was in all his glory, sure angry but just as remembered.

"Lets hope an ex sith lord, a fucked up group of clones, a cannablistic bitch kill, and some kids can help kill your old ass wrinkly master." The man spoke Maul snatching the data pad back and making his leave.

"Oh. And one know's who you are." Maul responded standing in the door way, "Before I gave them anything, one knew Rosyln is Y/n,"

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas : Fair Folk

Also on AO3! 

TL;DR: 

Iida, Uraraka, Bakugo, Kirishima and Midoriya taken away by quirk traffickers, convinced they are a family of specialized quirk users. Turns out, the truth is a little bit more complicated than that: they're fairies. With Midoriya the only one able to get free is up to him to find help. Who better than the hero All Might, a man so famous among the giants that even the fae know of him?

The Folk are born with weak but variable magic, able to learn almost any class of spell but without any great talent in any area. Sometime between the ages of 4 and 15 (they age at the same rate as humans but live a touch longer) their magic specializes into an area they have a calling for. The strength of this specialization is varied, with some Folk being totally unable to use magic outside their niche and others with only a reduced aptitude for anything unrelated to their field. There has never been a case of one of the Folk not specialising.

Kirishima: Gem Creation and Rock Manipulation - gem creation is just an aspect as he can alter the way the molecular bonds in rocks are formed

Bakugo: Fire - with a particular aptitude for explosions

Iida: Wind – his control isn’t particularly powerful but hes very good at using currents of wind to propel himself to incredibly impressive speeds

Uraraka: Flight - very rare aptitude. Not only can she give wing’s their enchantments, she can make other things float. Very useful for moving heavy things.

Izuku: Nothing.

Culture (brief):

They hide from the ‘Giants’ - humans - and see them as dangerous and strange, particularly as they terraform massive areas, stripping them of their natural magic.

Settlements are found in forests, abandoned places and parks, hidden from sight with a mix of magic and clever design. Children shouldn’t leave the safety of the settlement without an adult at any time.

Wings are not actually something they are born with - instead, they are fashioned from other things and bound to their magic. If they run out - spend too long away from a source of magic + burn through their own ability to create it - they fall away and that member of the Folk can no longer fly, at least until they find more magic. It’s traditional to use leaves for a baby’s first set of wings. Wing makers are valued and rare with skillfully made sets of wings being traded from settlement to settlement in exchange for other goods. They can be made from anything really, and are mostly made from a mix of natural materials and things scavenged from Giants.

Our Folk:

Uraraka is a fledgling wing maker - too young to have an actual shop, she makes wings for her friends. She’s very good at what she does: most wings are form over function but she takes care to make sure they are just as practical as they are pretty. Iida’s are made of spider’s silk - light and strong, good for reaching high speeds. Kirishima’s have beetle wing cases to protect them from dislodged rocks. Bakugo’s are fire-resistant, Midoriya’s are balanced so they’ll be practical no matter his specialization.

Kirishima wants to help people! He uses his magic to build houses and walls and often visits other settlements to help with their protections.

Iida wants to be a guard like his older brother - guards protect the settlement from animals that might want to eat them, natural disasters and help hide them from Giants. As the five of them are currently the only children in the settlement, hes assigned himself big brother.

Bakugo has 0 idea what he wants to be, but he’s skilled in just about everything he tries so it’s not a big issue for him.

Midoriya wants to research giants and magic and try and discover all it’s forms. Folk can only specialize in types of magic they know about, so he wants to know everything that can be done to help other Folk struggling like himself. Despite the fact he doesn’t have a specialization yet, his magic isn’t half bad and the number of forms he knows is staggering. He mightn’t be particularly good at anything, but he can do everything. He’s also a big fan of heroes, even if his knowledge of them is limited to torn scraps of newspaper and thrown-away toys.

Inko passed away when Izuku was 10 (he’s now 13) and he’s lived with the Bakugos ever since. Izuku and Katsuki have a pretty brotherly relationship and give eachother shit all the time.

Plot:

kids get kidnapped by quirk traffickers who think they are just a little group of specialized quirk users. Izuku is the only one who can get free (courtesy of teleportation magic, letting him blink through the bars of their cage). Lost, hurt and so far from home, he has nowhere to go. All Might ends up saving him from a crow. Izuku - recognising the hero - asks for help. Thus begins the journey of them trying to find the quirk traffickers and All Might accidentally acquiring a tiny magic son.

The first thing All Might does when he finds Izuku (after like, saving him and making sure hes ok) is has a quick crisis bc holy shit hes so small and so sweet and fuck he’s so t i n y. Then he panic calls Nighteye, a man who he has not spoken a word to in 3 years.

dude just nighteye being like "all might why are you so focused on this one group" and all might, the worst liar to have ever existed, a miracle that he made this far, responds with "oh you know just reasons not like i have a tiny son-boy who is totally not some sort of fairy like creature hahahahahahahah" and nighteye just fucking stares at All Might while he tries to process this nonsense.

All Might can lie but no to people he knows lmao, one look at Nighteye and the man just crumbles. Izuku, who was literally just hiding in All Might’s backpack, pops out to say hi! Both Nighteye and Izuku have to take a moment because Izuku forgot just how tall Giants are and Nighteye is trying to process ‘four inch tall flying boy’. He has to sit down.

Izuku, the helpful soul he is, summons a nice, cool breeze for him because he looked pale, then Nighteye has another quiet freak out because this definitely isnt a quirk.

Nezu gets involved in the hunt for the quirk traffickers and quickly realises something is Up with All Might hunting down this random group so single-mindedly. He gets Aizawa to take a look into it. Aizawa runs into Izuku who, upon seeing a Giant he thinks is going to try to kidnap him again, throws dirt in his eyes and bolts. Aizawa is Displeased.

Yeah! All Might fills him in and he’s super embarrassed and ends up leaving a tiny ‘I’m sorry!’ note on his bedside table.

Ignoring all the stuff that happens in the middle, after the Fair Folk are saved and like, find their settlement and let everyone know they aren’t dead, the five of them actually join UA! 50% because their time with the quirk traffickers was scary and they want to save people from that, 50% because Izuku is so enthralled with Giants and their world he’d be heartbroken if they never got to return.

Under the cover of them being siblings with variations of the same quirk, they do all end up in 1A and become heroes in their own right. While they are getting caught up to speed on normal school stuff they missed, Izuku kinda ends up with 3 whole dads including Nighteye, same with the other kids to be honest. They like to hide in Aizawa’s scarf.

Some random things:

Izuku, the smallest of the bunch, is not quite 4 inches tall.

The group of them sneak out together to collect things - Izuku’s favourite thing is a tiny but detailed golden fox charm he found near a shrine.

Uraraka’s room is covered in half-finished wings and designs.

Bakugo secretly wishes his specialization wasn’t so destructive - he accidentally burnt a hole in Izuku’s second set of wings.

Iida secretly loves racing the birds nearby. Hes not meant to because they can be very dangerous, but by now they are used to him and look forward to when he shows up.