#Hearts and Mind Party

[queenofcandynsoda]

Children of the MLA Leadership

Except for Geten, I refused to believe that none of them had children prior, especially Redestro and Trumpet.

For Redestro, he would definitely want to continue the Yotsubashi bloodline. For Trumpet, being a politician with kids helps with the public image.

The reason why I believe they would have children is that they want to raise a "new generation" and want them to live in a "liberated society" so they can use their quirks freely.

I already made a beautiful wife and young children for Trumpet. The wife's name is Shigemi Hanabata (花畑 茂美), also known as Preach (せっきょう/Sekkyō). She is a member like him and has a useful quirk called Propaganda (宣伝/Senden), an emitter type that causes people to believe everything the user says as long as they either trust or find them attractive. Their children have mixed variations of Incite and Propaganda, one of them being called Excite.

I read Mirrond's The Reason why the Second Meta-Liberation War is going to be Weird and saw their OC who is Redestro's teenage daughter named Ko. I found her to be cute and entertaining. This gave me a few ideas regarding that. Redestro is a doting overprotective dad to his teenage daughter whose quirk is similar to Stress but with anger. The name would be either Wrath or Rage. She even has her own codename.

For Curious and Skeptic, I have put that they are a couple that kept their marriage a secret from the public so Curious would be out of the public eye once she started showing. In the MHA AU, where Curious came out alive albeit with a broken leg, they have a baby boy whose quirk has not manifested yet but will come sooner than expected.

Hopefully, I will make more posts about this because this has so much potential.

[queenofcandynsoda]

Seriously!? No info on his age, birthday, and height!?

Trumpet’s profile from the Official translation of the My Hero Academia Ultra Analysis Databook.

[spicyet]

fem!Shuro from that one panel

[cent-scratchnsniff]

green apple flavor

[drink2dth]

Jashtober d4! (Light)

[purplecelestial-buddy]

There's many little details in Harusono's works that tend to take space in my mind (like the background gag of the boys piling up bottles) but one of them is this picture:

There's cake, there's a ton of people and there's someone being thrown???

Idk I just think that they Kagiuras are probably great pary guests.

Full panel for more context:

[ananke-xiii]

I love "Peace of Mind" because I love horror or horror-adjacent (or psychological horror) that's set in how media depict/re-imagine the 50s suburbia america (traces of which are still visible today in shows like "Severance"). Is it overused? Yes. Will I always fall for the trap? Also yes. What can I say, I watched "Pleasantville" when I was, like, 12 or something and that movie haunts me to this day.

I also love it for its references to other famous SPN episodes ("Goodbye, Stranger", "The Prisoner", "The Born-Again Identity") but I never realized that another reason why I love it is because it scratches an itch in my brain re: angel stuff. And I realized this when I came across this post and was like: hold on. "Peace of Mind" is just an oversaturated, S14-appropriate version of "Angel Heart" from S10.

[allmyandroids]

hey ho could need a meditation for stress management read by Raymond Reddington I swear my stress level would drop to 0 immediately ! ! ! 😭

[gayvampyr]

i actually cannot stand xander like i don’t know if we’re supposed to like him or sympathize with him but he is an absolutely insufferable character and every word out of his mouth makes me want to turn him into compost

[queenofcandynsoda]

Okay, I know that the Hearts and Mind Party is anti-quirk regulation but I want to know their other policies~

Yes, I am asking that~

[johnbly]

[topaz-mutiny]

Interesting how after last night's episode I ain't hearing a single peep from the Overusing The Word "Manipulation" Crowd.

Very interesting.

Is it, perhaps, because the one being "manipulative" is on Team Shoo Gods? Hmm?

Funny how sudden silence can tell a lot. It's all "manipulation" this and "abusive" that, right up until the characters being shat on say something that aligns with certain views.

I'm putting those words on top of the bookcase until the small pouty children learn to use them properly.

[drink2dth]

Made these hmsw things out of nowhere - 🌩️

[lunabug2004]

Mike Wheeler Is a Good Leader! That's a Fact! So Why Do the Characters Themselves Seem to Think Otherwise? :(

This is me genuinely asking. We know for a fact that Mike Wheeler is the leader of the party. It's literally been told to us by the Duffers. It's an indisputable fact; he makes the plans, is the first one to know where and when things need to happen, and makes sure the party stays on the right track. He's a great little leader! So why do the party themselves not seem to share this belief, or at least acknowledge Mike's intellect? Examples after the break.

In s1, Mike very clearly takes the leader role from the start, even being the one Hopper chooses to answer his questions. He's the one who starts the search for Will, makes most of the plans throughout the season, and blah blah blah (we've all seen s1 and I'll dive deeper into his leader qualities in my character analyses when I continue them). The Party doesn't seem to notice all of his plans and ideas being true though, and when he tells them they should leave the school in ep8, they don't listen and even argue with him. Next thing they know, the bad guys have found them. Big surprise, Mike was right!

In s2, they seem to acknowledge his role as leader more at the beginning, with the whole asking permission for Max to go trick-or-treating thing. But when he is suspicious about Dart, they don't seem to take his worries to heart. Or when he expresses his worry for Will multiple times and they just blow it off, but then... well, we all know what happens. Right again! And yes, again, the only way they successfully save Will and close the gate are because of (or because of the help of) Mike's plans.

In s3, I think we see more of them actually listening to him plan-wise, like with the sauna test, but then they completely disregard his leader-intellect/instinct about El overusing her powers. Big surprise, Mike's right for the millionth time!

Of course in s4 he's separated from the party so there's not much to go off of there, but I'm sure I could think of more examples of this from the previous seasons if it wasn't so late when I'm writing this.

The point I'm trying to make is that I find it really odd that the party doesn't have more trust in Mike as a leader after he's proven time and time again that it's his role and he plays it very well in the group. I know they always end up following his plans (and they work every time!), but it's not before they disregard everything he's saying at first despite him literally always being right. I seriously can't think of why this is the case, and maybe it's just because they're kids and are gonna question each other, but I thought it'd be interesting to point out since this pattern seems to happen over and over.

Please comment/reblog and tell me your thoughts!

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[softquietsteadylove]

Kisses

Thena looked up as a cup of punch was lowered into her periphery. If it were anyone else she would be launching it straight into the trash, but she accepted with a sigh. "Thanks."

Gil took a seat next to her on the sidelines of things. "Is it that bad?"

The allowed herself a little laugh. No, it wasn't. She didn't enjoy school events at the best of times, but Sersi and Makkari wanted to come, and they wanted her to come too.

They were currently on the dance floor, shuffling around with their 'boyfriends' awkwardly.

Thena sighed again, more heavily this time.

"Okay, yeah, I kind of agree with that," Gil chuckled, tugging at the tie he'd worn and then almost immediately loosened. "But it turned out good! Sersi must be happy about that."

"Thrilled," Thena smiled into her plastic cup of some kind of sparkly cranberry juice mix. "The student council has been going back and forth on all the things they had planned, apparently. They couldn't decide how to decorate, if they should hand out flowers, chocolates, let students elect things to do."

"Huh," Gil scratched at his cheek. She wasn't sure if he was aware of it, but he had a little facial hair just starting to come in around his lip and under his chin. "I mean I think everyone always likes something that involves candy the best. I gave some kisses to Minerva--from geography."

Thena looked at him, eyes wild, nothing short of flabbergasted.

Gil didn't seem to catch onto what had her so shocked she had nearly yelped like a cat with its tail stepped on. "She gave me some first. She knows I like chocolate, so that was nice of her, I guess."

Thena's mind caught up with her and she turned around again, blinking to try and calm her frayed nerves. The chocolates--the little candies shaped like dollops of...well, chocolate. That was what he meant. He didn't mean he had kissed the girl.

Thena really, truly thought Minerva had a thing for Gil, but he denied it backwards and forwards every time they brought it up as his friends. He swore she was just a friend, from the only class of his where he was without any of the rest of their group.

"Did anyone give you any?"

She snorted, taking another sip. She was pretty sure there was glitter in this drink (that couldn't have been healthy to consume).

"What?" he laughed, sitting up from his heavy forward slouch. The dishevelled and uneven ends of his tie swayed as he moved. "It's a fair question."

She rolled her eyes. "No, it is not. No one brings the devil flowers, Gilgamesh."

He rolled his eyes at her full-naming him. But he nudged her arm with his ever so gently. "You are not, and I know plenty of guys like you."

"I'm sure I don't want to know," she muttered, setting aside the noxious liquid. They were on the very top of the bleachers, so concealed by the dark there was no risk of anyone tipping it over by accident.

"No, you don't," Gil agreed, and she managed to laugh a little because of it. He leaned back. "Sometimes they ask me about you and I tell them they have to talk to you for themselves. That seems to scare them out of it."

"Good," she muttered as darkly as possible. But Gil was still laughing, and that always made her laugh. Somehow, no matter how dour and snippy her attitude, it never seemed to affect Gil's good humour.

"What about you?" she asked, attempting to be more than a storm cloud hanging over him. "Aside from Minerva, I mean."

"What, like, did anyone give me a card or something?" he asked, seeming just as taken aback by the question as she had been. But he had no sardonic remark, just a charming and honest blush in his cheeks. "Come on, as if."

"Why not?" she probed him, teasingly but gently, because who in the world could razz someone as sweet as Gilgamesh? She scooched closer to him on the polished wood bench. "People like you."

He stayed quiet, fiddling with his undone tie. He looked out to where their friends were awkwardly but earnestly hovering close together. Sersi and Ikaris were the much more awkward couple, new to their romance.

Druig and Makkari were dancing with their foreheads touching and their eyes closed. It was a little much - mortifying - for a school dance, but that never seemed to affect them. They were off in their own little blissful world.

"Isn't it, like, embarrassing?" he murmured, looking away from their friends in the throes of romance. "That--in public?"

"Hm," Thena agreed with him with a faint laugh. She did think it would be mortifying to display such affections amongst their peers, let alone in the confines of a school auditorium. But from what Sersi and Makkari were always going on and on about, this was the height of their hearts' happiness. "I wouldn't know."

"Me neither."

A pause settled over them. Gil fussed with his tie again and Thena brushed something off the skirt of her dress. It fluttered just below her knees. She looked at him.

Gil grumbled as she took the ends of his tie into her own hands. "Hey, I worked hard to get this thing on."

"And for what--five minutes?" she challenged him, undoing it for him properly so he could at least stop pulling at it. "I've never even seen you wear a tie."

And they had known each other much of their lives.

"Sersi told us all to look our best," he shrugged, because of course he had taken that the most to heart--far more than anyone else their age would.

Because if his friend had planned a fancy party and wanted him to dress to the nines for it, Gil would. That was just what he was like.

Thena shook her head with the utmost fondness. Although, now that Gil's top few buttons could come undone, she also sagged in her seat, leaning her elbow on her knee. "I'm trying to discern how long is long enough to show her we made the effort."

Gil flicked his arm up in the air to get his sleeve to expose his watch. "I mean it's been...an hour?"

One hour--was that all?"

"Maybe another half hour will be okay," he suggested with an impish grin. "If she asks if you danced you can always lie and say she was too distracted by Ikaris to notice."

Thena hid her laughter in her palm. The way Gil sang the name so mockingly touched her heart; that was exactly how she felt about that boy, no matter how infatuated with him Sersi was. "Lie to our friends, Gil? I can't believe you would suggest that."

He shrugged completely remorselessly. "That's what I was gonna tell her."

Another pause loomed over them. Thena resisted the urge to fuss with her dress again, instead tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Hey," Gil leaned in closer--close enough to whisper over the music coming from the sub-par sound system. "Ikaris told me he was gonna...y'know..."

She just blinked at him. She didn't know; she had no idea what any of it was like. She shook her head.

Gil scooched even closer to her, until they were pressed right up together, side to side. He was warm, even with his suit on. "He told me he's gonna try to kiss Sersi tonight."

Thena's jaw dropped as if he had told her the scandal of the century.

"Hey, be cool," he whispered to her, nudging her arm again and then moving his bulkier - much thicker - one out of the way and behind them. "If it were Druig or the others I wouldn't say anything, y'know. But I mean...I don't care about keeping Ikaris' secret as much."

Thena did her best to suppress her laughter again. In truth, she didn't think Gil disliked Ikaris as much as she did. He had mostly started making such jokes when she had confessed to him that bringing Ikaris into their friend group for Sersi's sake had not been her favourite change to happen that year.

"I guess they've been going out for-" he dropped off, somewhat counting on his fingers. He looked at her.

"Two months," she confirmed for him dryly. "Sersi brought up to us that she had hoped tonight might be...something."

Gil raised his brows at that, but Sersi's secrets were much more protected by both of them. He nodded.

"I think she'll accept," Thena mused, observing their deeply smitten friend sway side to side with the young man in the navy blue t-shirt and jeans (she had asked them to dress appropriately; he couldn't do that much?). "If he does try to kiss her."

"I guess," Gil also offered passively. "I dunno, I didn't really think they were that serious."

"Unfortunately, I think Sersi is quite serious," Thena lamented, looking down at her lap. The mood lighting of the room swirled around them, and she caught her reflection in the dark of her phone screen. "She thinks she's utterly and completely in love with him."

"Huh."

"Hm."

Gil scratched at his chin again. Thena wondered if he would have to shave it soon or if he was leaving it on purpose. It did make him look somewhat distinguished. "I guess I don't really know the feeling."

Thena turned her phone over so her reflection wouldn't show in the white case she had on it, clasping her hands even over that. "Same."

"Have you ever, uh...y'know?"

She looked at him, wondering about what vagueries he was asking now. But he looked even more sheepish than before, almost guilty. "What?"

"Like," he paused again, looking around. They were at the furthest, darkest corner away from everyone. Their friends probably wouldn't even be able to see them from the ten feet away they were. "Kissed?"

"Have I kissed someone?" she asked, making sure she had the context right. The lights passed over them again and she caught a funny shade of red in Gil's cheeks. So sweet. "No."

"Oh." That was all he had to say?

"You would know if I had," she postulated, which made him shrug his shoulders at a loss.

"I mean, we don't have to tell each other everything-everything," he excused for himself. "I know you haven't gone out with anyone. But - I dunno - maybe you'd....just...whatever."

He let it go, uncomfortably at that. But she had to admit, he had piqued something in her. She looked at him with a brow raised. "Have you?"

"Have I what?"

Now he wanted to be obtuse? She frowned, "kissed someone."

"No."

"No?"

"No!" he protested more, which only made her more suspicious. "When would I have-?!"

Thena shrugged, also feeling defensive about the suddenly tender subject between them. "Like you said, maybe you'd gone and...done it with someone I don't know."

"Like who?!"

"Minerva," she blurted out before she could think better of it. Because when she did think about it, she was the one who brought up Minerva liking Gil more than their other friends. They did bring it up! She just brought it up...more.

Gil huffed, rolling his eyes. "What is with that? Why don't you believe she doesn't like me?"

"I just," Thena fussed with the sleeve fluttering around her arm, agitating her already frazzled state. "You never seem to take it seriously when I do suggest it."

"Well," he also began winding down from their heightened reactions to each other. He looked down at his shiny dress shoes. He really had gone all out. "Even if she did--and I'm not saying she does!"

Thena huffed; point taken.

He shrugged though, the last of the tension in the air oozing out of him. "I dunno--I guess it wouldn't really matter to me."

"No?" Thena had to question (for the last time, she told herself).

"No," he shrugged again, because he never seemed to get wound as tight as she did. Gil didn't hold grudges, or grind his teeth, or snap at people out of reflex. "She's cool, but I don't like her like that."

"Oh," Thena hoped she could leave it at that. A new feeling settled in her gut, and she couldn't really put a name to it.

"Oh!" Gil blinked, some horror coming back to him. "Did you think--'cause of the thing I said?"

Thena took a second to catch up again, only to realise he was implying that she had misread his initial statement about 'kisses', which she had. But she gratefully - and duplicitous as it was - used it as cover for the multiple misunderstandings. "Y-Yes, I thought...maybe-"

"Oh, n-no! No, I, uh-" Gil fussed with himself again, although now that his tie was hanging limply and loosely around the back of his neck he had nothing to focus on. He toyed with the buttons of his shirt instead. "Never kissed anyone."

"Hm." Thena looked forward again, feeling oddly embarrassed about the mix up. She hadn't meant anything by it. Gil could kiss someone if he wanted to. He didn't have to report anything to her, no matter how close they were. She watched Druig and Makkari, still absorbed in each other.

They leaned in close, and although they were still rotating slowly on the spot, it was quite recognisable even from a distance.

"I do wonder what it's like."

Gil looked at her, and Thena realised with abject horror what she had voiced aloud. He just looked at the dance floor again, though. "Yeah, I guess I am kinda curious."

Suddenly the music coming through the old, rented speakers sounded quieter. Or maybe her heart in her own ears sounded louder. She looked down at her hands, clasped together. She was wearing a bracelet. Why was she wearing a bracelet?

Because Makkari had put it on her wrist, claiming the green beads matched her eyes.

She and Gil both caught each other sliding their eyes over. Then they dashed away again. That silence looming over them was so heavy it was basically lying over them like a blanket.

"Have you ever..." Gil paused, clearing his throat as his voice hiccuped a bit. His voice had changed earlier than their other friends. She liked how nice and smooth it sounded. "Thought about it...kissing?"

She had thought about it, but it was either to disdain it or to assure herself that she had no need for such a thing. She hadn't so much considered what it might actually be like. It was an objectively questionable activity, putting two mouths together. What was the fun in that?

She peeked at Gil again. Would the hair on his upper lip tickle?

He took her silence for something it wasn't and physically leaned away from her. "Sorry, I-"

"Maybe."

She wasn't quite sure what made her say it. But she didn't want him to leave; she didn't want him to have taken her hesitation for rejection. Because she didn't know what she was rejecting, but if it was Gil, she didn't want to reject anything.

"Y-Yeah?"

Her awareness narrowed again. Back to the dark, and the lights, and her own heart pounding in her ears. It was all she could hear; surely Gil could hear it too. She gulped. "Have you?"

He stopped trying to get up and leave, at least. Actually, he leaned closer to her again. She could see his eyes were on her and then all of a sudden he was looking not at her eyes, but still at her face. He was looking at her lips. "I think so."

Had he thought about kissing her? Was he thinking about it now or had he thought about it before? Thena looked at his lips too. They were nice lips. Boys tended not to have much in the lip department but she liked that Gil's were shaped like the letter 'M'. Maybe that was too much to notice about his lips.

Gil swallowed, and she could hear it, they were so close. Her hand was on the bench against her leg. Gil's hand was too. He moved closer. His fingers dallied with hers, his other arm hovered behind her back. He wasn't wrapping it around her or anything, but it was quite impossible to be unaware of where Gil put his massive arms.

"Would you wanna....?"

Thena leaned in first. It was short, and not necessarily romantic. She didn't have the right angle, just pressing her lips directly front facing against his. She expected to have her hypothesis proven; that kissing was overrated and two mouths pressed together did not magic make.

But Gil moved. He tilted his head against hers, moved his lips against hers. His hand moved closer--over hers. His finger slipped into the loop of that stupid bracelet to touch the inside of her wrist.

And then her awareness of that went away. She lost all focus on all sensations other than his lips moving against hers. His lips were soft, and his facial hair did tickle a little. And then he would move his lips again and she would move hers because of reflex. And she found herself enjoying the kiss, possibly even yearning for more.

Gil pulled back first, hovering close but far. Their breathing was harder than it was before, intermingling in their close proximity. She could feel his breath hitting her cheek. It brought up the realisation that it was burning hotter than she could ever remember in her whole life. She just hoped it was dark enough that Gil couldn't see.

And she still felt like he could tell how hard her heart was pounding.

"Uh," he started nervously, and very Gilgamesh. He nearly raised a hand to touch his lips but stopped himself. She was horrified to think she had drooled on him or something. But he looked up, grinning at her. "That was...okay--r-right?"

"Hm," she squeaked out, unable to formulate more thought on it at the moment. They were still sitting so close, and he smelled nice, and he gave off so much warmth. "It was...nice."

Even in the dark of the room, his eyes brightened, and she almost flailed to correct herself, in case she was being overzealous about something only she was feeling.

But he was still holding her hand, and he even threaded their fingers together. "I liked it too."

"Hm," she puffed out, having to look away in order to regain some control of her breathing. One hand was still occupied with his, but the other was free to try and help her feel more composed. She tucked some hair back again, resisting the urge to outright fan her overheated skin.

"Well, uh," Gil hesitated, his usual nerves coming through. But he was still the one holding her hand. "Now we...know."

"Yes," she gulped, still feeling more out of sorts than she felt she should. She managed to peek at Gil, and he was touching his fingers gently to his lips again. She really didn't know what he was looking for, or if she wanted him to find it or not. "Now we know."

The silence returned over them, hand holding aside. Gil was trying to think of what to say; she could tell, because he nearly had smoke coming out of his ears from the effort. Not that she was much better.

His finger toyed with one of the beads on the bracelet again. "This is nice."

It had nothing to do with anything. But she took the out. "It's Makkari's."

"It's pretty," he complimented, maybe lamely, but genuinely. Gil didn't say things he didn't mean. "It matches your eyes."

Her heart wasn't going to calm down at all. She worried if it was too much activity for it all at once. But Gil had made the first leap, and she wanted to know what would happen if she made the second.

"Would you want to...?"

Gil looked at her, eagerly hanging on for her to finish her question.

He was going to make her say it; she squirmed. She looked at their friends again, who were mercifully still engrossed in their own romances. Maybe she did understand just a little more what had happened to their brains to make them the way they were now.

She looked at Gil, and it certainly seemed as if all her sound and reasonable thoughts completely left when she looked at his face. Her eyes looked at his lips again, and that was even worse. "We could...try it again."