#Anti fumiko

[thelesbiansuperjesus]

put fumiko down 2024

[noven-warsh]

Me when I'm reading good and interesting character analyses about fumiko (I absolutely fucking hate her):

[sugar-grigri]

« WHAT an anti-climax ending!!!! » BRO I don't care why Denji is quietly eating with Fumiko who abandoned Nayuta and Fami who is Barem's ally who beheaded her...

[fumik0zrql1f3]

Intro post :P

🌸 Names: Fumiko/Haruko/Kazuko

🌸 Acceptable Nicknames: Fumi, Haru, Kaz, Kazu, Kas, Ko, Ko-Chan, Fumi-Chan

🌸 Pronouns: hy/hxr/hys/hxz/ko/xe

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[abbyzenken]

YOOOOO!!!

I wanna drop in these oc plans.... they have been in my for a good while and I wanna dump about them so badly... This is gonna be long so it will be under the cut. Includes what they represent and how they will look like in terms of fashion. So. Here you go :

• Bloody-Hell Girl (real name - Kat Rudson) : This girl represents the struggles of having instrusive thoughts and unfortunate desires of bludgeoning. For fashion I would give her goth/grunge (more goth-focused) with decorative bandages and idrk, some scene elements

• Pixelized Girl (real name - PiXXY) : This girl represents how these days people only see robots as the same thing and bash on them. She even is a robot herself! For fashion she would def wear decora with a super cute slinky accessory

• Palette Girl (real name - Hinako Kashiki) : This girl represents the overall struggles of being an artist (burnout, no motivation, etc), being replaced by a robot, creating just to be critisized by a parent because of the style and wanting to show everyone that artists are worthy human beings. I would give her mori kei/casual outfit.. but make it colorful

• "Magical" Girl (real name - Kaede Yuzuriha) : Oh boy this girl is my FAVOURITE future girl so far. I based her from Amane Momose from the music project MILGRAM. She represents how voices of cults are not heard, how cults can affect you, the result of an extremely awful parental figure and overall the demise of magical girls. The outfit will be all cutesy, pastel and magical-girl like which represents how she wanted to be just like a child full of color before getting into the hospital

• Lustbird Girl (real name - Cara Burnington; psuedonym is Caramel) : Represents struggles with sexual thoughts/desires and the result of being exposed to R-18 content at a horribly young age. I already got her outfit planned before writing this - all erokawa-like basically

• Poison Girl (real name - Cye Kurstling) : Represents how hurting someone can lead to serious consequences (like poison). I'd say her outfit would be all witch-like since she does witchcraft

• Lightbulb Girl (real name - Bolt Lightyear; it's a pun LOL) : Represents struggles as a mechanic and perfectionism. Her outfit would be all tech-like and mechanic-like

• Ashtray Girl (real name - Aya Arnaldo) : Represents how smoking can affect you(...very obvious), struggles with severe depression, severe mood swings and being afraid to talk without making it sound rude. Her outfit would be more grunge-focused with elements of visual kei band clothing

• Colorful-Death Girl (real name - Fia Harrison) : Represents strong desires of death in many ways (like a colorful, goretesque painting) including on herself. Now her outfit would be gothic lolita styled with some elements of medieval clothing

• Ruined-Harmony Girl (real name - Xeres [read as Ceres]) : Represents the strong hatred against making the day same as always and trying to make the day more interesting, but fails. Hence her name Ruined-Harmony is based off a trope that is always seen in fantasy novels. Her outfit would be fantasy-like for added irony

• Linked Girl (idea from anti-socialexperiment; real name - Kida Fumiko [記田 文子]) : Represents the struggle of keeping things together and perfectionism (in another perspective). Her outfit would be all tech-like with a blue color palette

• Awake Girl (idea from anti-socialexperiment; real name - Thyra Silje) : Represents extreme anger towards annoying and stupid people, mood swings and the struggles of being unable to control your emotions. Her outfit would be Y2K-styled

• And finally... Mummify Girl (idea from anti-socialexperiement yet again; real name - Zorka Ljubena) : Represents the struggles of having mutism and wanting to hide herself, hence her name. Her outfit will be trash fashion (fashion from recycled garbage) with some elements of the outfits of Ancient Egypt pharaohs, and with a LOT of bandages making it to resemble a mummy. Fingerless gloves too with we are real with it

That's all! I hope this was interesting^^ If I have some more I can make a part 2, I will make these girls real someday

[mikooss]

This is mainly so I can go into further depth between Fumiko and Ivory.

First off, it is good to keep in mind that the two were friends in middle school along with another girl named Junko (who is somewhat important but not the focus).

The three were all a part of the archery club. Both Fumiko and Ivory joined to show off to somebody in their families. For Ivory, it was her father to try to make him notice her. While for Fumiko it was to show her sister, Akane, that she is better than her at something due to harsh competition in their family, which is mostly one-sided on Fumiko’s part.

This goes into how they grew up which is a huge difference. Fumiko grew up with a ton of expectations from her family and the people around her. She was always in her sister’s shadow making it hard for people to see her as herself.

Ivory on the other hand had no expectations. Her father was never around to set rules so she had a more laid-back life. She was never pressured by the people around her, only pressured by herself.

Now, I want to make something clear before I continue. Fumiko does NOT intend to hurt innocent people. Her main goal as a villain is to harm those who are just horrible people such as a person who SA’d a ton of people whether that be a hero or another villain. Think of her as an anti-villain. Overall her heart is in the right place but her actions aren't exactly good.

Ivory is technically a hero but she mainly did it for her own gains, AT FIRST! This changes later on. Ivory’s main goals were to find Fumiko and to finally have her father notice her. She believed that being a hero would help her accomplish these goals. After finding out what happened to Fumiko and after the war these goals change.

The two of them find each other again but it's not at the best of times… The first war was starting and they did have to fight each other. Much like the Toga vs. Uraraka fight, the two had an emotional fight. However, the reason why I made them fight only in the first war was because Ivory wanted to help Fumiko. After the fight Ivory brought her to U.A. to try and get her proper help (which was much needed).

Overall the two girls are representing what the other truly wanted. Mirroring the other.

That's kinda all I got… it's a lot but I felt like it was something interesting. If you have any questions, I'll have answer them.

[thelesbiansuperjesus]

PUT DOWN FUMIKO 2024

🇺🇸🐺🦅

[succubus-interactivefiction]

What's the RO's like as a parent to their children?

Annabelle: She would be very, VERY protective as she doesn't want to REDACTED. But she would be very encouraging and push her kid to find what they want to do in life and not simply follow in her foots steps. Obviously if the kid did want to follow in Annies wake she would be extremally proud and do everything she could to teach the kid.

Haruto: Haruto would be a very cautious father. He would be constantly worrying if he is doing a good enough job, whether he is too strict, or not strict enough. Of course losing his own family to a traitor, Haruto would be very twitchy about letting anyone become to close to his new family.

Fumiko: Fumiko is a very loving and caring mother. She is more then willing to let her kids do what they like provided that they do so within her rules. She tries to raise her children, and that would include any with the Warden, so that they are respectable, responsible, and can function independently.

Lani: Because of how they were raised, Lani would be the ultimate "do whatever you like" parent. They would encourage their children to have fun, goof off, and just enjoy being kids without placing any expectations on them.

Kai: Because the Warden is so heavily genetically modified Kai would be worried about their child at first due to her anti-genetic modification stance. However that would vanish very quickly and she would become a highly aggressive mama bear type. She would see her child as being part of the Warden and take her job as a parent just as seriously as working with the Warden.

[sugar-grigri]

CSM #190 : Celebrating imminent death : a strange concept

I think this chapter is about how disconnected words can be from reality, or rather how important, even crucial, they can be, just as they are disconnected.

I don't think this chapter is anti-climax. In fact, I think the opposite, as it explains how humans and devils came naturally to cooperate : when a devil's power manages to turn against him.

The contract is an absolute for devils and humans. And now you may be thinking that it's still disappointing, that it's all come to an end with a sort of truce through words. What if there's more to it than that ?

When the deal is that none of the parties will have to fight.. What does this mean? That the fight is over, yes, but what else ?

For me, it mean that our protagonists will no longer fight old age, it means an early death for Yoshida and eternal youth, or even a new death for Denji and Asa.

It's not good to see old age remain in its own world, because the deal is to no longer have the chance to grow old.

Because the control demon has no particular animosity, at worst a kind of curiosity.

And yet the deal is that everyone stays in their own world.

But if the demon of old age has managed to extricate itself from its own world, that doesn't mean the feasting protagonists haven't trapped themselves.

When Yoshida and Fumiko say that life is back to normal when they see a group of humans slaughtering a chainsaw wannabe, it's clear that their words are disconnected from reality.

And I think that everything in this chapter is to be taken in an offbeat sense.

Take a long, hard look at what's being shown

Why, for example, did you have the demon of aging experience nothingness and then have pochita appear ?

Because he is symbolically the devil of existence that brings us out of nothingness.

Just as the chapter is titled To Their Respective Worlds its own world, so it's clear from the chainsaw wannabe that this is hardly the case, with the fire demon wreaking havoc.

Normality is therefore the interaction between the devils and humans, not the fact that they live in different worlds.

The contract between our protagonists and the devil of aging is therefore abnormal.

They may have escaped immortality

But they joined a mortality that may be far crueler

what if Professor of Yoshida's theory of respective worlds doesn't work? what if, in reality, even if the bear and the human remain in their respective worlds, the bodycount can increase.

[thelemoncoffee]

Theoretically, if there was a despair disease motive, what would happen to each character? Both in the situation that they were infected or not infected , what role would someone take on to help if healthy or what new thing would they do if said character’s personality was flipped ?

Despair disease doesn’t need to exist in this au I just think it’s always great to know what someone would do in these situations to build character yknow ? ;-;

augh okay now this is a tough thing to respond to. My partner and i have argued about how Despair Disease works, so my own ability to define the restrictions of it is blurry, but based on this i assume you're looking for one that changes a core part of who the characters are.

i'm not sure i can even answer some of these on the account of doing so would spoil something important about the character, but i could attempt to do my best without exposing too much. the only two i'm 100% certain i can't do without spoilers are Chiba and Ellodie, so unfortunately no DD symptoms for them- i'll do their taking care of others tho.

everything is under the cut

1: Zenko Kairi - Zenko isn't the most prideful of people, he's pretty modest about his work despite both his Ultimate title and his status in the furry community as a "popufur". he'd much rather go unnoticed entierly if he's honest with ya, but he won't decline an offer to get a better chance at a good job/college so he accepted his ult title. for this i think if he got Despair Desease he'd end up much more boasty and prideful, demanding praise for his work and wanting to be the center of attention at all times.

for taking care of people? he'd be a bit underfoot if i'm honest. by all means he has good intent and wants to help out, but he has no clue how to deal with a simple cold- let alone DD.

2: Hibiki Naomi - okay Hibiki isn't underdeveloped, but he is really hard to do something unique with. his core personality (without spoils) is basically emo anti-social guy who could use a friend but sucks ass at conversation enough to get one. he finds it easier to use words when in the form of poetry but he'll be damned if he's gonna speak out loud in poems, that shit's embarrassing as fuck. i honestly have no clue what to do for a character like him.

as of helping- much like all introverts world wide during covid, he gladly takes the excuse to stay the fuck away from everyone

3: Yoshiko Kie - okay so she's pretty under developed but hang with me. when i made her i thought it'd be funny if she had a similar demeanor to Miu (minus the lewd) but reversed. so she present as a shy and easily spooked person but the moment she's in the hot seat she'll take your head off if you aren't careful. so i imagine if she got DD she'd be more like Miu, outwardly snappy till you snap back then she caves.

she wouldn't help with shit, and for very "not my problem" reasons. someone might try to get her to help but they'd regret bothering her pretty quickly.

4: Fumiko Umemoto - okay she's a bit rough to do because i kinda wanted to purposefully make her annoying. like she's constantly dropping references and meme jokes all the time, is probably a tumblrina(derogatory), is self centered, and has a hate boner for Kazuhiko (there's a reason, but it's spoils). when i made her i was setting out to make a character who i personally would want to beat over the head with a two-by-four, and i have no clue how effective she'd be against other people but i know i succeeded in my goal. asking me how she'd change with DD basically auto results in "a better person".

helping? aauuhh.... maybe? she'd half-ass anything she did, make up some excuse about not wanting to get sick and ruin her voice.

5: Kazuhiko Ichigo - Kazuhiko is the definition of chilled the fuck out, the initial note i wrote for him just said "good vibes, anxiety bug-spray". he's a bit passive aggressive and is fully capable of throwing shade, but aside from that you'd be hard pressed to piss him off. for that i think him with DD would probably be super fucking intense, easy to piss off, might deck ya, will cuss you out- just nasty and anything but chill.

i would say he'd be the most useful for medical stuff, but i don't think he has the right skills. any medical knowledge he has is from helping lifeguards on the beach with injured surfers, and he isn't one to get sick very often either. he'd help with any pain they might experience, but aside from that the best he can do is simply exist and keep people relaxed.

6: Daiki Dekiru - Daiki is a funky one because i think in order for him to not literally combust i'd have to change more than just one core thing. he is first and foremost; absolutly dickshit awful at withholding information unless his life is literally on the line. and second most, he's basically a golden retriever in a humans body. both of these things would have to be altered by DD for him to remain functional, but only changing one would be funny. change only his doggo personality? he's a grumpy and quite guy who for some reason will answer any question you as him despite his clear distaste in doing so. change the lack of shut up? now he's just very panicked because he really really really wants to tell you this one thing but it just won't come out. doing both would make him a little less contradictory in his behavior.

for helping out i don't think he would. not for any malicious reasons he's just scared of catching it, any help he'd give would be something that doesn't require being in the same room as the deathly sick people. maybe he'd make them soup like his parents always did when he was sick as a kid

7: Ellodie - helping out Ellodie would probably take charge, or at least partial charge. for lack of a better spoiler free wording- she's got some sickness ptsd of sorts and does not want this to end as bad. she'd try to hide her own freaking out and stay strong, but probably fail and need to cry on someone's shoulder at least once.

8: Neiro Shibata - god i almost don't wanna do anything to her because i'd feel bad. she's like the over supportive big sister friend, she cares also about people and tries to help them all she can by pushing them without pushing boundaries- kinda like if Kaito actually knew what he was doing. i don't wanna put her under the DD style character analysts cause she'd end up mean and i do not like mean Neiro. (can we tell she's in my top favorites) maybe i can still make her nice- maybe it targets her drumming abilities instead and she loses her ability to keep rhythm.... yeah!

helping? she helps! Neiro is one of the characters who wouldn't mind working in direct contact with the sick, she'd defiantly be careful about her own health but other than that she'd gladly help out anyone who needs a pair extra hands.

9: Juno Miran- As the man of few words he is, i honestly think it'd be funny if he got DD and just simply couldn't stop talking. he also has like- little to no tone in his voice so imagine if he suddenly just had all the tone. imagine this poor guy who just likes to not be bugged tried to say hi back to someone and it was like a nightmare he had once. i don't even have something in depth here i just think this would be genuinely funny and misfortunate.

for helping i think he would just do what he always does. he's a bit of a clean freak so he already tries to keep the areas they all share clean, he'd just keep doing that- maybe more frequently.

10: Chiba Ayame - help anyone? fuck no. she's not stupid, she's going to stay far the fuck away from that and not risk her health. the other crazies can deal with that, she isn't risking her life for them she has bigger things to worry about right now.

11: Takao Hagiwara - Okay so the thundercat is very much someone without a filter between his thoughts and his actions, he's impulsive as shit and also super easy to freak out despite how badass he tries to come off as. it'd be nice if he gained a filter with DD but i don't think he would, maybe something more with his all bark no bite behavior or even his swindling talent. i'm not very confident in anything sold with him

for helping, he's a chicken and doesn't want to get near anyone at all- even the people who haven't been in contact with the ill at all. he might even use his talent to convince everyone that he might be sick to bail out on any help they try to get from him.

12: Masaki Jiro - unfortunately despite my best efforts i couldn't escape the trap of a generic protag. he's a generally sweet and kinda naive guy who wants to help, but gets snappy much too easy for his own comfort, he's also one to play off nearly falling like he didn't just almost eat shit. i will say though he is canonically ace and while i don't wanna say that would be the most interesting thing for DD to target- it kinda absolutly is the most interesting thing for DD to target as of right now.

13: Kasai Sachie- you know how i said Kasai doesn't believe in superstitions? what if DD caused her to be just mega superstitions. it's dumb i know, but it'd be entertaining at the very least. it'd also kinda work pretty well cause she isn't normally an anxious or paranoid person and tends to be seen as motherly towards he friends, and being so overly superstitious would make her much more anxious, paranoid, and in need of comfort instead of being the comforting one.

for help- as i said she's a mom friend and as such she would mom it up. she'd be the best to go to for what remedies to use when, and would not be afraid to knock some sense into people.

14: Kobe Katsumi - what's the reverse of Reggie Belafonte from Surfs Up? cause Kobe is just Reggie as a human- he's a fast talking, loud, overly dramatic showbiz guy. he's also petty and will roast the shit out of a concept he doesn't like. how do i change that for DD? make him cynical and self conscious?

also for helping, he wouldn't get near someone with a normal cold, let alone something as dangerous as DD

15: Asuka Seo - one of Asuka's biggest defining personality traits is his logic. he's logical to a fault, not liking when people fuck around or get too emotional around him (you can imagine how little he enjoys his peers). it'd be interesting if he got DD and became overly emotional and playful, entertaining ideas and daydreams his normal mind would never

for helping he'd help out of obligation. he wouldn't do alot and would be a stickler for health safety protocols, but he knows if they want everyone to survive he has to pitch in on occasion.

16: Ohara Susumu - Ohara's core character trait is her submissive, almost maid-like nature. she grew up in a house with two very bossy siblings, and developed a desire to have to be useful to be worth anything due to how they took advantage of her already kind nature. she doesn't see the relationship she had with them as abusive, but everyone she tells about it sure does. if she had DD i imagine she'd be rebellious and rude, maybe reflecting her sibling's behavior towards her and using it against everyone around her.

for helping out; she'd be one of the best there for assisting the sick, not taking control but being efficient as fuck about any task she was given. she's also super patient so she'd be really good for dealing with the jarring differences.

[rockmangurl]

MMX human OC, Chiyo Fujiwara. She hasn't made a lot of appearances in Limitless Potential, but she'll become more prominent later.

Part of my MMX AU, Chiyo is the daughter of Dr. Sho Fujiwara, one of the co-creators of Reploids along with Dr. Phillip Cain.

A Japanese young woman and resident of Arcadia, the White City off the coat of Japan (I always headcanoned the X series taking place in Japan while the Classic series was in the USA), she is very much a confused, hormonal, emotionally volatile teenaged girl. A bit anti-social, her only friends are Fumiko Kubori, and her dog, Patarche.

She's been around Reploids since she was young, yet she was always someone that was closed off and not very friendly. That said, she's not a bad person, just very confused and unsure of herself. Plus, it doesn't help that she's going through the struggles of a fifteen-year-old girl. And there's the fact that there's a Reploid rebellion taking place, and she's caught in the middle.

Just a brief description of her as I don't want to give too much away. Plus, she's the distant relative of an important character for Zero.

[tkc-info]

Problem Child

OCtober 2021 day 11 - truce

2015

Tytus Przybyliński opened the door to Headmistress Carranza’s office with enough force to swing it off its hinges.

“I am absolutely enraged. This shall not go on —I will not sustain such disrespect any longer!” he proclaimed.

Headmistress Carranza had been having dinner with her son (it was 22:30pm in Mirror Saint Petersburg, Tytus simply couldn’t comprehend why Spaniards were so hellbent on having their meals so late). Dario Carranza choked on his arroz con leche and tried to pass it off as one of his charming smiles; his mother simply blinked at Tytus.

“Mr Przybyliński, what are you talking of?” she asked, perfectly composed.

Memories of her flashed through Tytus’s eyes. Her humiliation of him, in front of all his other students. The indignation that had been.

“Nuan Hao.” he spat “That brat punched me.”

He’d already known she was a disrespectful, self-absorbed girl —someone who’d been raised in a family like hers ought to be— but Tytus had harboured the slim hope Miss Hao was more like her younger brother. Shuren Hao was so well-behaved and diligent, Tytus could almost forgive his weaknesses.

“Excuse me what—? No, wait a moment Mr Przybyliński.” Headmistress Carranza turned to her son “Darío, fuera.”

Dario opened his eyes very wide. “Pero, Mamá—”

“Largo. Vete con Fumiko.”

“Si insistes.”

The boy sighed good-naturedly, got up from his sofa, brushed some invisible dust off his pants, and announced, “Goodnight, Mr Przybyliński.” as he shook Tytus’s hand in farewell “Do you think you’ll have the exams graded by tomorrow?”

Tytus’s rage disappeared. Only a little. He had a soft spot for students who payed attention in class and got good grades —like Fumiko Mochizuki, Atalanta Everitt-Melton, and Dario. “You got a 9’75 and your girlfriend a 9’5.” he half-grumbled.

Dario’s face brightened. “Have a good night, Mr Przybyliński. Adiós, Mamá.”

The door closed behind him, but Headmistress Carranza waited a few seconds to speak. “Please, take a seat.”

Tytus obliged. He was about to relay his message again, when she interrupted him.

“You say Nuan Hao has punched you?” she asked.

“Yes! That spoiled brat—”

“Let’s not call a grieving student that, Mr Przybyliński.”

Tytus thought that had been a request, but her tone bordered on commanding. Headmistress Carranza often sounded commanding in all her hard-working and professional nature; it made Tytus feel younger than her, even if he was her senior by more than two centuries.

“Now, what happened?” Headmistress Carranza asked, pulling what Tytus thought was Miss Hao’s student file. It was marked with the dragon of the Archaic Branch, and full of annotations like ‘anti-social’, ‘failing grades’ and ‘skips class’. ‘Teacher harassment’ would soon figure there, too.

“I’ve done everything to make her pay attention in class! I even sit her at the front, and make efforts to question her on the lessons every chance I have. And she repays me by punching me? Is that how Lei Hao raised her daughter—?” Tytus told Headmistress Carranza everything that had happened (and the punishments he deemed appropriate).

He made sure to stress on how he’d already given the Haos enough leeway to mourn their late mother while in class. And it seemed to have worked on Shuren, so why was his older sister different?

After he was done, Headmistress Carranza sighed. Her face had darkened the more he spoke, and when she finally said something, her words weren’t what he’d been expecting. “Something must be done to help her pass mathematics. The Archaic Branch can not lose such a promising student —your wife will surely bode for her proficiency in other subjects. I may know someone who could help her.”

It took a moment for Tytus to understand who Headmistress Carranza spoke of. “But—”

“No buts, Mr Przybyliński.” Headmistress Carranza put Miss Hao’s student file back on its place, then stared at him very seriously “Punching you was in no way acceptable, and I’ll make her know that. I will arrange a meeting with Miss Hao’s father at once, and he’ll choose how his daughter will make up for the infraction —as you requested. But helping that girl is my first priority; I hope its yours, as well.”

“It is.” he grumbled. Helping Miss Hao truly was his priority as a teacher, but the part of him that was just Tytus Przybyliński —centuries-old soldier of an infinite number of battles— felt like he was at war with that thirteen-year old. And Tytus wouldn’t lose a war to an angst-ridden brat.

Miss Hao was actually doing the exam. Tytus could hardly believe his eyes.

Normally she’d just sit on her desk with an arm around the back of her chair, and stare off into space completely uncaring of the fact that she was being graded. Sometimes she would write her name and attempt at a poor resolution of the easier problems, and that would be one of her ‘good’ days. But now she was actually writing something.

She did look more like her brother then; hunching over the exam in concentration, using her calculator and a spare piece of paper. Although Mr Hao did not curse as liberally as her.

Headmistress Carranza’s plan seemed to have worked, at least academically-speaking. Miss Hao visibly made an effort to pay attention in class —in fact, she was constantly scribbling annotations in Mandarin along the borders of her notebook. For later consultation, Tytus had come to learn. And not only that, his wife Maja had noticed a more subtle change, as well.

“She seems happier. Only a little bit, but that’s the best I’ve seen her in a very long time.” she’d said a couple nights ago, as they danced in the ballroom while Emtikax slept.

Tytus couldn’t agree with his Maja. Miss Hao still frowned too much, and her classmates had made no effort to integrate her in their tight-knit group. Not that Miss Hao seemed to want friends; she seemed to want the space her peers left around her desk, and the way they all were uncomfortable near her.

Although it was very probable the change was visible outside of the classroom. Tytus still considered himself at war with Miss Hao, and thus tried to avoid her as much as possible.

The timer beeped the end of the exam. “I want to see every pen on the floor!” Tytus boomed.

The room resonated with soft clicks as every student all but threw their pens to the floor. Every student, but Miss Hao.

“You’re going to give me five more minutes.” she ordered while finishing an equation.

Tytus should have taken her exam then and there —that’s what the rules said— but he silently agreed, awed as he felt. The other students, sensing the peculiarity of the situation, promptly scurried off the classroom after leaving their exams on the teacher’s desk.

Miss Hao took more than five minutes, but she eventually finished the exam with a triumphant, bratty grin at Tytus. She spun the paper so that it faced Tytus, and sat back on her chair. “Come on. Grade it.”

Once again, Tytus shouldn’t have obeyed her. He should have told her the exam would be graded along with those of her classmates’s. But he knew Nuan Hao’s character. She would stare at him —daring him— until he obliged.

Tytus told himself he’d win their war, but this battle, at least, was hers.

He went to sit at his desk, slid his other students’s exams aside, took his quill and red ink, and began grading. He could catch Miss Hao’s grin widening from the corner of his eye; but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

This had been much better than he’d expected. Much, much better. Headmistress Carranza should be congratulated at once, and of course, so should—

“Well? Did I pass?” Miss Hao was standing in front of his desk, very much seeing the big, red 7 on her exam. She didn’t wait for Tytus’s confirmation; instead, she took the exam, folded it carelessly, and shoved it down her pant pocket “I’ll return this later, I’m going to show it to someone now.”

Tytus had expected her to do what she always did and dematerialise out of the way, but Miss Hao strutted out the classroom; stopping at the threshold to turn to Tytus and say, “Mr Przybyliński, I’ll behave from now on, but be careful of what you say about my family.”

An offer of truce.

Their truce lasted until Miss Hao graduated.

Tytus and Miss Hao never stopped disliking each other for those five years —she, for once, was always balancing on the edge of a return to arms— but it was impossible to hate each other. At least, Tytus couldn’t hate such a troubled child.

He retreated to the sidelines and watched attentively the little he could see of Nuan Hao. There had been a few years where she’d been truly happy (as happy as someone like her could be), but then everything had crumbled down. Horribly.

She did not return to that broken thirteen-year old, though. Miss Hao kept her shattered self hidden behind a wall of her best qualities: strength, responsibleness, hard-work…

As she well should. It was her responsibility as someone as powerful as she ought to become to keep her weaknesses to herself until she grew desensitised. Tytus would know, he’d seen so much carnage in his life he’d had to learn that lesson long ago.

On the day of her graduation, however, Miss Hao didn’t look as troubled as she usually did. The superficial friendships she’d harvested along these past five years surrounded and hooted for her as Headmistress Carranza announced she’d graduated top of her class (thanks to sheer brute strength, not because she’d suddenly become an academic genius).

Miss Hao drew her new girlfriend in by the waist and kissed her soundly, and her friends laughed and clapped. When the girls finally stopped kissing —breathing unevenly— and Vida Khosravi had buried her face in her imlium’s chest, Miss Hao’s eyes met Tytus’s.

At first, he thought it a mistake. But Miss Hao wouldn’t stop looking at him; a message in her eyes. The message was painfully clear despite she not being able to mask people’s hearing: peace?

Tytus nodded and Miss Hao turned to her brother. They wouldn’t see each other (thankfully) for a very long time, perhaps when —if— she had children of her own Tytus would have to teach. And Tytus was perfectly happy with it.

Their truce had ended, and they were in peace. Now let the future leader of the Wraith Emblem shatter and put herself back together as a Saz should.

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Spanish translation:

• Darío, fuera = Dario, get out

• Pero, Mamá = but, Mum

• Largo. Vete con Fumiko = get out, go to Fumiko

• Si insistes = if you insist

@oc-growth-and-development @wagnerthedragon @iloveallmyocs @littleturtle95 @goodknightfriends

[silver-strings-of-fate]

"Only if you want to. I don't want to make you move. I promise I'm okay just watching." She'd much rather be able to join in, but she was used to it by now. Her mother cared more about looks than practicality. So having to sit and watch while other kids played was a common occurrence.

"No, no party. Mama just thinks a lady should always look her best." Not that Fumiko necessarily considered herself a lady. In all honesty, she hated the way her mother would use her as a dress up doll. But it didn't matter. It wasn't like she could say or do anything to stop her from doing it.

A small laugh left her throat. The boy was clearly very passionate about Featherman. It was pretty cute. "I guess I just like anti-heroes. It's more fun when someone has their own sense of justice that they follow, even if it conflicts with other people's. I guess Black Falcon could be nicer about it, but I still like him."

"That sounds fun. I'll have to ask if we can do that." Though that probably wasn't going to happen. Her parents didn't like her spending too much time with people they didn't personally approve of, like the kids of her father's coworkers or her mother's new friends. Still, she could hope.

With a smile, Fumiko reached forward to dig windows out of the fresh sand town. "Okay, I'll make the details, if that's okay."

Goro couldn't help himself, he flushed a light red when the girl smiled at him. She was pretty, but also she was one of the few kids that was actually nice to him. He fidgeted a bit before accepting the plastic tools she had in her backpack. (And why would she be carrying that around to a park?) "Eh? Are you sure that's okay? I could just, uh, build the sand castle closer to you so you can help out too." It didn't feel right accepting the tools from her without letting her join in the fun.

"Or we could go swing on the swingsets or ... something." He held onto the plastic bucket and shovel for a moment as if unsure what to do with them, before he got to work filling the bucket with sand. "I mean it's a really pretty dress. Ah, um, were you planning on going to a fancy party later? Mom only lets me get dressed up in my nice clothes if I have to go somewhere important. She says that I'll just get them all dirty otherwise." That was the only explanation he had for why the girl was dressed up so nicely at a park with a playset and a sand pit. Was she not supposed to run around or something? (The thought made him scowl.) "Eh? How come you like Black Falcon the best? Isn't he kinda rude sometimes? But, ah, maybe if mom says yes you can come home with me to watch Featherman sometime! Mom doesn't like it when I sit in front of the TV all the time either, but sometimes she'll watch Featherman with me! It's great, we get takeout and soda and it's a super fun time!"

Having filled up the bucket with tightly packed sand in the meantime, he looked around at the patch of sandpit by where the girl was sitting and carefully placed the bucket upside away from her dress but where she could easily reach it. "There," he declared as he thumped the bottom of the bucket with the shovel to dislodge the sand. "Now you can play too without getting your dress dirty!"

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

Dreams of Indigo (ch.5)

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Non Binary Reader (can be read as Male Reader)

Word Count: 964

Warnings: Use of He/They pronouns, lots of swearing, mentions of past bullying, angst? transphobia mention cursing, arguments between friends NOT PROOFREAD SO LEMME KNOW ANY GLARING MISTAKES PLEASE

Storyline: Reader is a teenage vigilante basically. Unlike the main characters Y/N doesn’t attend UA and somehow seems to keep finding themself in the company of the LOV but they’re not a villain. Call him a vigilante or an anti-hero whatever, just don’t call them a villain.

A/N: I wrote this weeks ago believe me but I hadn’t thought of the OCs yet so everything was written except for names. Now that it’s flushed out I can finally release this chapter and the one coming about the OCs. I hope you enjoy. Comments and suggestions appreciated!!

Shoot me any questions, my inbox is open to anything but requests as of now. This is cross posted on wattpad (@that-bi-bitch-writes) and Quotev (@DumbEnbyJuice)

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Chapter Five: Back to the main story

Okay you definitely underestimated the amount of strength required to be the talk of the town despite feeling like no one wanted to talk to you. Funnily enough the solution kind of just fell into your lap. Well it wasn’t technically a solution but it did make life easier for you so who are you to argue. All you could do was brace yourself from inevitable rejection from the student body while clinging on to the small bit of hope that you wouldn’t have to spread a rumor to get some semblance of social life back. Chances are, that wouldn’t exactly end well

“Hello LGBTQ community” you teased 

 “Get fucked” Fumiko responded

“Are you offering sweetheart? I thought I was too masc for you, lady lover”

Somehow everyone in your friend group really had been a member of the LGBTQ+ community so you fit in well and very easily You’d hoped that since they knew what it was like to be outcasts or fear rejection that when it came down to it they’d be right there with you. And deep down you knew they would. Not just because they’d experienced it but also because you knew your friends and the type of people they really were. Though they know you often let your negative thoughts , if they stuck around, they’d probably give you hell for ever doubting them.

“So, what now” Akira asked

“That’s my question” you quipped

“Are you gonna use your little rumor power on us?”  Akihiro asked

“No, are you planning on doing something to make me use it?”

“Don’t be ridiculous-” Fumiko started

“Better question, have you used it on us?” Akihiro interrupted 

your breath hitched after that question. without thinking, without breathing, you opened your mouth and words flooded out

“What would I have used it for? Huh? I’ve given you guys just as much as I take. Unless you think I brainwashed you into being my friends. Is that who you think I am? Do you think that little of me that the only way we could’ve been friends is if I brainwashed you?

Taking a deep breath, fighting back tears of sadness, grief, frustration, rage. You continued

“If you said this to be funny, or even if you’re genuinely curious this was not the time to ask it. I know I made a mistake by not telling you guys exactly what my quirk was, but I did tell you the story of me enduring years of bullying for being quirkless. I told you how people turned on me and my family and you decided now was the time to joke about the terms of our friendship? That's really fucked up and low Fukuhara-kun. 

Appetite spoiled, you turned back to head to class. You were gonna be early, but your next class was music and the one class you didn’t share with any of them.

“ I came here to make sure you guys were still my friends after the whole assembly. I was nervous, and it was fucked up for me to take away someone’s autonomy but can you see why I felt like I had to protect myself against yet another reason someone would hate my mere existence? I’m not saying I’m a superhero for ending transphobia at the school but god I didn’t think I’d get treated like a villain by members of the LGBTQ+ community much less my own friends.

you paused, letting the hurt tone in your voice sink in.

“I gotta go”

As you fled the roof you kind of bumped into the cute purple haired kid who looked at you as if you shared a deep secret. There was a hint of nervousness in his eyes but a defeat you , recognized in yourself. It kind of made you feel vulnerable but acknowledged and the warm feeling his gaze sparked was what told you that you could make it through the day.

3rd POV

“That was a pretty low blow Akihiro” Akira said pointedly

“Why didn’t anybody say anything? You guys know I speak out of my ass when nervous and you know I didn’t mean any harm”

“Because he was right” Fumiko spoke up simultaneously surprising everyone and no one “you spoke out of your ass and it was insulting and he had every right to feel hurt. People aren’t obligated to open up and tell you everything about themselves because you ask. They told us why they were a little insecure about their quirk and their history with disastrous friendships. It wasn’t right of them to brainwash the entire school, but if you could ensure your safety and the safety of others with one simple phrase, would you not do it? Would you not fight to protect yourself?” 

“He totally overexaggerated though”  Akihiro spoke up

“Maybe. But anger and insecurities make a dangerous combo. I’m sure they’ll return to apologize but we need to make it clear we’re here for them. And probably apologize first. While we were in our rights to ask whether or not they’d used their quirk on us, we could’ve been more sensitive. Especially since this is our first time seeing them since they got detention. It should’ve been a celebration”

“And we made it into an interrogation” Akira finished

“ why do you always gotta be so smart with words?”

“Why do you always have to be so careless with them ass mouth”

“I really missed y/n” akihiro admitted

“Me too” the other two chorused

[priestesschan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ULTIMATE SUPREME LEADER!!!

It makes me so happy to see my top favorite anti-hero Kokichi receiving so much love on his birthday. All of us are his lovely DICE members ♡

Manga : New Danganronpa V3 Comic Anthology

Mangaka : Takada Fumiko

[all-things-are-nothing-to-me]

No Hope, No Future: Let the Adventures Begin!

This writing is dedicated to my dear friend Miles “Art Phoenix” and also to the memory of:

15-year-old Italian individualist anarchist Anteo Zamboni, who lost his life attempting to shoot and kill Benito Mussolini in Bologna on 31 October1926

& Japanese anarchist and nihilist Fumiko Kaneko, convicted of plotting to assassinate members of the Japanese Imperial family and imprisoned until she took her own life.

The sun, moon and the stars do not wait; they bomb the sky with their presence. A tsunami does not hesitate; it announces a death rattle of destruction before dissipating. So why should I wait? And who am I waiting for? And who are they waiting for? The Future is a god obeyed at the expense of one’s immediate desires in order to secure distant membership in a nonexistent utopia.

The Future is a hologram projection of dreams and promises that get rejected by the present. For politicians and other authoritarians seeking long-term domination, The Future is often socially utilized to exploit one's fear of living in the moment. The Future domesticates wild desire, limiting its capacity to explore spontaneous, unpredictable experiences.

Today is here, right now like a blank canvas inviting my imaginative, destructive creativity. Do I dare to dream bigger than the prison world of material wealth, fashion trends and workerism? Should I indulge in savage hedonism against the monolith of collectivized misery? Yes! Against the gospel of The Future, my anarchy is a riotous celebration of now!

The Future is antithetical to any feral insurgency that refuses politicized stagnation. When I say “politicized stagnation”, I am referring to the politics of “waiting for when the time is ripe”. When I say “feral insurgency”, I am referring to the prioritizing of immediate attack rooted in an individualist, unrestrained desire for freedom. The Left enjoys long-winded academic debates and discussions, attempting to redefine revolution within the limited scope of civilized society. Acting as a new constitution for a future society, there is everexpanding politically correct terminology to learn and memorize, along with the everchanging methods of “educating” “the people”. And then there’s the ingroup and outgroup competition, the oppression olympics and lowestcommon denominator identity politics. I consider all of this Politicized Stagnation. More time and energy is placed on the ideological construction of a perfect future utopia than attacking the existing prison society now.

These type of (exhausting) discussions understimulate my desire for wild experimentation and illegalist adventure. When I speak of “wildness” I am referring to the unique complexities of individual experiences and emotion, which defy the politicized confinement of analytical measurement. When I speak of “illegalist adventure” I am referring to the full-flowering of individual growth and selfliberation beyond the confines of law and order.

My wildness is defined by an individualism borne of the intercourse of anarchy and nihilism; it can not be captured and confined to socially constructed identities nor the poverty of leftist ideology. The illegality of my feral revolt against industrial civilization makes me an accomplice of all wild beings who viciously reject social domestication. My wildness is an exploration into the adventurous unknown life experiences of criminal, antiworkerist anarchy. My experiences are unique,

everchanging and my own, blowing to pieces the assumption that they can be defined by identitybased affiliations with any particular group membership. I find identity politics laughable, rejecting its glorified victimhood and representation. Rather than participating in the pretentious role of identity policing, I take destructive aim at the mental prisons of my own class, race and gender assignment.

I also mock the authority of psychiatry with an assertion of negativity toward behavorial standardization. In the eyes of a neurotypical society, I am fucking crazy but in the eyes of lunatics I am alive and well! The insane/sane binary is a socioeconomic trap that criminalizes antisocial behavior and capitalizes on emotional misery. With the experience of having been imprisoned at a psychiatric facility and rejecting their medications, I remain insubordinate: there is no cure for my depression that civilized society induces. There is no prescriptive remedy for my unruly incompatibility with collectivized subservience. I refuse to tranquilize my hatred for authority and this civilized society which maintains it.

Some would even encourage me to indulge in the intoxication culture that takes the sharp, sober edge off of reality. But it is sobriety that I weaponize against the docile, habitual comforts of toxic escapism. There is nothing this colonial establishment wants more than to subjugate my savagery with addiction or habitual inebriation. My sobriety is a feral sworn enemy of industrial civilization.

No Hope, No Future: Let the Adventures Begin!

I don’t want to create new theories or more analysis to filter the world through; I want to destroy the ideological chains that prohibit me from experiencing it directly. I don’t want to create a blue print for another world; I want to experience utopia, here and now!

What differentiates leftism from my nihilist anarchy is the desire to embrace the present as the best time for attack, waging an individualist war on all governance and social control. While adherents of leftism spend years in college classrooms attempting to make leftism palatable to “the masses”, some nihilist individuals send smoke signals of sabotage in solidarity with others who embrace the night like a balaclava. With destruction, these individuals constellate an informal network of feral revolt across the globe, leaving behind the chains of fear and internalized victimhood.

Even in the era of Trump presidency “the masses” have yet to take up arms and overthrow the establishment. While anarcholeftist organizers advertise their groups in competitive popularity contests, the violence of fascism, poverty and police orchestrated executions roll on. Individualized, spontaneous ruptures to the civilized order define a warfare that almost always undermines state infiltration and management. In the transformation of civil anarchism to feral insurgency, anarchy becomes an anti-political life of illegalism accessible to any individual with the courage to get wild and fuck shit up.

The authoritarian “revolutionaries” who carry communist bibles filled with “better futures” are a predatory bunch, discouraging individualist selfdetermination and targeting those most vulnerable to groupthink buzzwords like “hope” and “community”. One is led to a believe in and choose a side within a binaryist worldview: find a future of happiness through the riches of capitalism or find a future of happiness in the communalism of communism.

For me The Future of both is as much of an apparition as the authoritarian power both require to create it; I refuse to endure years of wageslavery in hope of a future financial security under capitalism. Equally, I refuse to surrender my present days building communes in hope of a future communist utopia.

My anarchy can not be defined by either capitalism nor communism: it is the abomination of both. My activities require no future utopia for motivation only a personal obsession with a present life ungoverned by submission. My anger and contempt for this technoindustrial nightmare motivates my actions. “The Commune” requires my individualism in exchange for membership, and like a machine requires my free time and energy for its maintenance.

I mock those Tiqqunists, the Invisible Committee and their disciples for attempting to market insurrection to “the masses”. Their “manual of terrorism” is merely a biblical text that presents itself as a “truth” that people are “forced to choose” if they desire something other than the world we have today. This oversimplification intentionally erases those who channel the power of their individualism towards emancipatory destruction rather than surrendering themselves to "recreate the conditions of another community."

The way I see it, no one other than my self is more qualified to determine and acquire my freedom. I am responsible for my own life, freedom and the necessary attack in obtaining both. Without prioritizing this personal responsibility, I would fall into a dependency which would enable an authoritarian, social hierarchy that normalizes my own disempowerment.

For many, individualist potential is difficult to explore in the presence of an overwhelming number of mechanistic social roles and identities that demand its surrendering. So is it really surprising that many people have difficulty imagining themselves as independent, selfsufficently armed survivalists? Much of what is propagated as “anarchism” in the US comes from a collectivist perspective that boasts more about “community”, “the movement” or “the commune” rather than individualist power. Is it really surprising that so many self-identifying anarchists struggle with not feeling motivated enough to take action unless they are affiliated with a group, organization, or movement?

The anarchist nihilist critique of organization can be summarized as a tension between the individual and the collective. Sure, I will be the first one to say that shit like the J20 black bloc that wrecked havoc in the streets was a hell of a fun time! I understand there is a power, riotous excitement and even sometimes safety in numbers. I also recognize that mutual aid and support do wonders for helping one another in more ways than I can list. But what about that same power, riotous excitement, and safety in individualized, lone wolf attacks?

Is there no power to be found in knowing everyday can be an opportunity for direct action without needing a police killing or some moral outrage for motivation? Is there no excitement to be found within the personal experimentation of clandestine activities, the rush of adrenaline while fleeing the scene of a crime, or the safety in a selfplanned and secured action taking place when and where police least expect it? Why wait for the next demonstration, police shooting, presidential election or convergence? And while the aid of others can potentially enhance one’s criminal experience, there is much to learn about one’s personal experience with carrying out their own individualized attack. Everything from planning, to panic control and task completion are experienced differently when not split up amongst others.

With individualist attack, the actor is not alienated from the action. Everything is evaluated directly, personally, and in the moment. The attack then becomes a direct expression of the individual. Without the ideological guidance of a future utopia or greater power, nor the motivation of a collectivized identity, the individual becomes simultaneously the catalyst and creator of their anarchy. The selfdefeating worldview one holds onto is only as strong as their grip on it. The enslavement of one’s existence is only as powerful as their individualized subordination.

One thing that comes to mind when speaking of creating anarchy is uniqueness. Ones relationship to their action is always unique from another. From a strategic point of view, there is uniqueness in the experience of lonewolf attacks. Even “phantom cell” structured attacks carried out by small groups of trusting individuals offer a unique perspective on direct action. Compared to mass demonstration property destruction, (which unfortunately often ends with police kettling and mass arrests) it doesn’t take long to research how successful ALF and ELF attacks are while utilizing the model of spontaneous and unpredictable attack. But the ALF and ELF are the more wellknown success stories. This doesn’t include all the successful attacks by lonewolf individuals. These individualized attacks have the benefit of being carried out in the most random, unpredictable manner, while displaying the courage and power one determined individual can possess. Formally organized movements that require mass mobilization and time for “education” is futile; along with formally organized militias, both play into the trap of predictability and infiltration.

Socially speaking, personal uniqueness is more often feared than accepted. If it can’t be controlled, massified, or out-right eliminated it is a threat to the continuity of an established social identity. The breaking down of control and stability often induces panic in authority. An individualism that rejects the logic of submission becomes boundless in the exploration of personal potential. This ungovernable potential threatens the collectivized security of social control and predictability. Similar to the strategy of spontaneous attack, desire armed with chaos is like the wildness that civilization tries to domesticate; determined and resilient.

When I hear people say “we have a plan for a better world” in the futuristic sense, I wonder if they are considering the very real possibility that they will never see that world. And unless they are speaking for others the way politicians do, I am curious to know who is going to experience this better world. Is this “plan for a better world” a predetermined model for a future of people that the architects have no relational connection to? I have no desire to propose and enforce a preconstructed model of living upon people from afar. As I expect for myself here and now, anyone who exists beyond my own life is entitled to the same individual agency.

For me, this shit world in which I currently exist is the only world I am going to see. I have no delusions of getting old and touring colleges to give speeches on anarchy. Nor riding trains at 80 years old, or wasting away in a retirement home glued to a television or piecing together puzzles. I will most likely die young, and I don’t see a “better world” coming. Nor a mass uprising that wouldn’t impose another authoritarian regime in place of the current one. I guess some would say this is the “hopelessness” often associated with nihilism. For me, this is a realistic assessment of the world I currently live in.

But this reality, however dismal, motivates my desire to make my life, through fierce revolt, as joyful and fulfilling as possible! My hopelessness does not paralyze me with fear or depression; I celebrate it with hysterical laughter and ecstasy in spite of civilization’s death march. I arm my desires with the urgency to live... against the social order of monotony and peaceful enslavement, to sleep beneath the stars, to feel sunshine and a breeze with every hair on my body, to listen to the latenight conversations of the insects, to become wild...

Scattered everywhere around me are the social manifestations of domestication and control, the politics of fear that reinforce them and the individual architects who construct them. Therefore, opportunities for creative destruction (or destructive creativity) surround me! So why wait?

My Individualism, nihilistic and anarchistic, is the embodiment of both perpetual destruction and creativity. The life I want to live is the one I create here and now. Through the personal destruction of all that governs me, my freedom is experienced creativity. My life is my utopia, located here and now, defining my present as the playful insubordination that renders The Future useless.

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To black out in becoming the light of hopelessness,

to accelerate emancipation from the shackles of stagnation,

to create an exhilarating life of hedonistic rebellion against the social conformity of self-destruction,

wild insurgency is an individualist celebration,

a reclaiming of a life society says I can’t have,

every day against stifling obedience to The Future.

- Flower Bomb 2019