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maelysgriffonne · 2 years ago

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I am asking about your submas aus right now :)

If you don't mind though could you leave out the more angsty ones? Not having a good time rn lmao 😅

Yay, ok let's go!

I will only talk about some of them here because there is a lot so don't worry about the angsty ones 😊.

Mingo AU:

So this one I already talk about it on my account so for more details just look on the #mingo au , but in general it's an AU were the fnaf world and pokemon world start to merge together and accidentally fused Ingo and Michael afton creating Mingo.

Wandering Spider AU:

I also explained this one in #Wandering Spider au, technically Peter Parker aka Spider-man is taken by Giratina after No Way Home so he can have a seconde chance and get a new father figuer Ingo. He arrived before Akari, and is part of the Pearl clan because he is under the care f Ingo. He can remember names of people and there personal link to him but not there faces and he also know that not only that he is in a different time periods but in a whole different univers. His shiny alpha rotom named Tony is literally Tony Stark because when Giratina took Peter he literally threatened it to take him with them to make sure Peter is safe (imagine is surprise when he wake up as a rotom but no Peter in sight).

Multivers subway AU:

Again I talk about this one really fast already but some changes have been done to it. This au is base of one of my OC univers that I call "The Hub", this place is were everyone of my other universes can geet together, it's a big city with in the middle there is a gigantic Hotel called "The Twin Hotel" and by the twin gods of judgment Tokki and Boss. The submas twin have been blessed (with other) by the two gods and work in the subway system of the city. The subway can take you to any OC veres or universes in general, each Sundays Ingo and Emmet have to go to the Hotel to give there report of the week and just rest with others. In the Hub angel's and demon's a commun and there is a hierarchie, Lower's being the most commun one, Middle's are bigger and mostly work at the top (Manager, CEO...), Upper's are blessed Middle's or Lower's and work under God's, Ingo and Emmet are Upper's Ingo being an Upper Angel and Emmet an Upper Demon, and finally God's who are literally borne with the title or chosen by the Creatric (me), There is only 8 Gods in total, Tokki and Boss being one of them. Angels can only blessed angels and demons can only blessed demons so while Ingo work under Boss he has technically being bless by Tokki and the same for Emmet who has being blessed by Bosse work under Tokki. Funfact there is a Lower demon named Blackara that is extremely fan of Ingo and tries everything to get his attention with no conclusive result.

Zoroark/Sneasler ingo AU:

Ah finally an au I didn't talk about on tumblr. So this one (has many other) came from one of my weird ass dreams that I have most of the time but anyways, technically in this au something happen to Ingo in the rift wich cause his body to became unstable and Ditto like so when he fell his body transform the two first thing he saw, being Lady Sneasler chasing away a Zoroark that got to close to her territory, becoming a sort of Zoroark/Sneasler hybrid. He got taken in by Lady Sneasler who find him because even with him being part Zoroark he was also par Sneasler and acte like a kit. He is Ghost/Poison type by the way and can used illusion to look like his human self.

Toy AU:

This is like Toy story because it's one of my favorite movies, so in this Ingo and Emmet are two small ball jointed doll who come with a set of trains toys has the conductors. Their is a white set (Emmet) and a black set (Ingo) and you can exchange trains part in between the two set. The twin have being by a young girl named Dawn and were given their names, when Dawn was hat school the two meet her other toys, they rapidly became best friend with a fashion doll named Elesa. This au is mostly fun and light-hearted with the only drama his Dawn taking the twins to school and accidentally lost Ingo till the end of the day when an adult found him and got him back to a crying Dawn.

Ghost crow AU:

So this one is a bit easy. During is life in Huisi Ingo died in an accident protecting some travelers but don't worry because his soul wouldn't rest and so came back in a new form. This form is a crow that is the size of a Corveknight, his wings and tails are fabric like and resemble his coat and he still has his hat, his has open scar on his neck with mist coming out. Everytime he appears infront of a lost person mist surround him, he's purpose is to guide the lost to were their wanted to go by flying above them and once the person is at it's terminal he dissappear has if he never was here.

Hybrid AU:

Again this one I also a bit easy. Ingo and Emmet are a Chandelur and Elektross hybrid respectively. Human hat the start aren't hybrid and the only way to become one is to form a very close bond to a pokemon to the point were the human soul adapt to resemble the pokemon. Ingo and Emmet had since there young age a very close bond to there partner to the point that they became hybrid at only 11, their hybrid form changing at the same time they partner evoled.

Warrior cats AU:

And finally the last one, this one is one of the two that I had a harder time building, but anyway, the story kinda go like this, the Unova clan is part of a big group of different clans (the other regions) that are more close to humans than others clans, Whitesmile and Blackfrown are two warriors that mostly patrol close to the rails and the train station named "Gear station" close to it, they're the little mascot of this station because of how many time they come there, there maskot name are Ingo and Emmet who were proposed by a worker has a joke but everyone like it so it stick, they have there on little hat made for them with the station logo on them. One day when the twin with their warrior friends Sparkpelt (Elesa) were close to the Water Cliff a dog attack them, the dog was going to attack Whitesmile but Blackfrown step in front and got send in the water below. He got caught in the current and couldn't get out, he hit his head on one of the rock in the river and passe out. Later he wake up with little memories in a small clan named Pearl clan, he got told that he was found and brought here by one of there blessed warrior Lady Sneasler. When he was healed enough to moved he got fast friend with Lady Sneasler and got assigned has here warden wich are a role given to cat to work alongside a blessed warrior, Lady Snealser died some moons ago from a snake attack so she was alone until she found him. He got renamed has Wanderingfrown.

Phew here we go, that was a lot and I think got a bit carried away 😅 but I'm very happy to finally being able to talk about them and I hope you like them ^^.

#ingo #pokemon ingo #au #micheal afton #mingo au #peter parker #wandering spider au #multivers subway au #zoroark/sneasler au #toy au #ghost crow au #hybrid au #warrior cats au #wow that a lot of au tags

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twstbookclub · 2 years ago

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Introduction of the Cat 🐈

Welcome welcome to the Twisted Book Club, or TBC for short! It’s a pleasure to have y’all here and I can’t wait for you to see what we have in store. I’m Admin Cat and this is my little introduction page.

So my name is Cat, but you can also call me Cat or Admin Cat. My pronouns are She/They.

I’ve been in Twisted Wonderland hell since it first came out in Japan; I’m also the reason these two amazing dorks are here too! Now even though I’ve been here since the JP server launch I've never played it till the EN server.

My favorite characters are Azul and Malleus, which doesn’t help that they also have my favorite dorms.

When it comes to writing; I'm okay with everything in the will section of the Will and Wonts post. Also yes, that means I'm here for all your poly needs. But I am a college student. This makes it so that I can’t respond/update as quickly. I will, however, try my best to respond/update on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday.

FunFacts!

I’m an artist and writer. I've been doing it ever since I was in middle school.

I’ve been in multiple different fandoms, all to varying degrees.

✨Multifandom✨

I adore interacting with other fans so legit don’t hesitate to start a convo!

I love gaming in my free time and have been playing P3P recently.

More to come later!

When it comes to my work or my responses, I'll be putting the 🐈 emote! That'll be my respersentive emote from now on.

As of right now, that's all you need to know about me! I can't wait to see all of your guys’ reactions and responses!

-Admin Cat 🐈

#introduction #intro post #CatWrites🐈#AdminCat🐈

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lenaariewrld · 3 years ago

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KUROO — 8. a strange feeling

You wake up when you feel an unexpected weight suddenly placed on your chest, a gentle rumbling echoing through your ribcage. Your eyes peek open to see your cat, a shark hat strapped under her chin. “Bimmie!” You coo sleepily, your arms cradling the cat and rubbing her spine. She arches her butt against your palms.

“Good morning. Time to get up,” Kuroo stands at the foot of your bed, fully dressed and staring at you over a mug of coffee. You turn your attention away from your cat to glare at him.

“What time is it?”

“Seven,”

“Fuck that,” You turn back to loving on your cat, scratching her ears and chin and rubbing the sides of her fluffy body. She purrs and coos from all the wonderful attention, kneading her paws into you particularly hard when she enjoys the rubs you give her. A gentle laugh leaves you when she finally decides she has had enough and she saunters her way to the space on your bed not occupied by humans, curling up and tucking her paws beneath herself.

Kuroo is still standing by your bed and waiting for you to get up. You sigh and sit up, frowning deeply. “Why am I getting up so early for?” You ask, “It better be for those good pancakes, or else I will kill you,” You threaten softly.

The man chuckles, watching you get up sluggishly. His amusement continues as you drag yourself around the room to gather your proper materials for waking up and being a functioning member of society. Because mornings do not make you look like a functional member of society.

He seats himself in your chair while you leave to head to your bathroom.

“We need to go grocery shopping... I got the others to make lists of things they wanted or needed, what meals we could make, and all that. I just need someone to keep track of the list,” He informs you, spinning the chair to look around your room.

The walls are decorated with posters of your favorite characters from anime and tv shows you like, shelves stacked with manga or figurines from games you’ve adored. Your desk is a neat mess of gaming things and just cute knick-knacks that make it look more you. Kuroo finds himself smiling at it all.

The bathroom door opens sometime later and he turns his head to hear you if you should speak. “Okay, I’m assuming this is your roundabout way of telling me if I go, you’ll buy me snacks?” You pose the question, rubbing a towel over your head to dry your hair.

Kuroo hums.

“You got a deal,” He finally declares, a cheeky smile flashing in your direction. You sarcastically smile back, heading to your closet and grabbing clothes to change into. Kuroo once again takes the time to look around your room.

You don’t go through your entire morning routine this time, deciding to save the man the trouble and put it off until you feel more energized to actually have thoughts. Instead, you just settle for a good shower and clean clothes. Kuroo waits patiently for you the entire time, standing up and holding out his mug for you. To your surprise, it’s not his coffee but yours, made exactly how you like it.

A funny warmth spreads in your chest, and you haven’t even drank the coffee yet.

“Thank you,” You hum, following him downstairs and towards the front door, nursing your mug the whole way. It’s not piping hot so drinking larger gulps is much easier.

You make a quick stop in the kitchen to transfer your coffee to a more portable cup before heading outside. Kuroo is waiting for you once again, a patient smile on his face.

The whole drive he plays soft music, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. You notice he only moves his pointer finger or pinkie to drum.

“Okay,” You brace yourself in your seat, wiggling your body as much as you can to face Kuroo more. “What is the plan this time, chief?” You raise your brow and slide your cup into the cup holder that separates the driver and passenger seat.

“I’ve already organized the shopping list into different categories so we can just go from aisle to aisle and get it all rather than jumping throughout the whole store,” Kuroo says, “It’s on my phone,” He adds before you can question where this oh-so-meticulously put-together list is. Instead, you nod. Kuroo smiles and hands you the device from his sweatpants pocket.

“Add your snacks,”

The rest of the drive is short and helps wake you up completely. By the time Kuroo parks and you climb out, you have the energy to ransack a whole 7-11. Hypothetically.

Kuroo leads you inside, letting you push the cart and being, for once, responsible about the shopping while you trail behind with a small smile. He tells you all the tips for making sure vegetables are ripe or fruits are the kind of look and taste you might want, how to get the best quality of items without overpaying, and what to look for when buying fresh meat.

Admittedly, you are indulging him. You know a good portion of the tips (let’s be honest, who doesn’t know how to make sure an apple or a tomato is good?). However, his happiness to tell you and his earnest helpfulness are refreshing.

“Do you eat salads?” You question as he turns the third variety of lettuce in his hand, inspecting it for bug bites and dirt. “Because that’s the only thing I can think of why you need multiple kinds of lettuces,” You add when he looks at you. Kuroo pouts.

“Don’t be mean,” He huffs. You giggle.

“Then put down the lettuce. Stick to the list. And I don’t see three types of lettuces on here,”

Kuroo sets down the lettuce and turns to you, lightly keeping his hand on the cart. He leans close to you as if preparing to share a secret. “What if I just wanted us all to be healthier?” He says, adding a ‘hmm’ at the end as if he owned you with his sick hypothetical logic. You bump his shoulder and keep pushing the cart past all the leafy vegetables.

“As if you care,”

Kuroo dramatically slaps his hand over his chest. “I am wounded, muffin,” He leans over the cart to lay against your back, laughing as you try to shove him off. However, he was an athlete in high school and still kind of works out thanks to Bokuto being his roommate. You, who has never even looked at an exercise machine, are not as strong as him, and struggle to move him.

“You’re wounding me now!” You shove his bicep, earning a laugh from him. He only drapes his arms around your shoulders, relaxing his body against you further without actually hurting you.

A few other shoppers in the store look at you two. It’s mainly older women, and they simply smile at the two of you and shuffle past without saying anything.

How cute they are, they must think, so happy.

You finally manage to get Kuroo off of you and continue the shopping trip, now with a lot fewer distractions. You make Kuroo keep one hand on the cart as a precaution, reading off items he needs to grab. He doesn’t pout or complain, simply nodding along and going with what you say.

“I know this song,” You comment as you push the cart farther into an aisle. You strain your ears to hear the music faintly playing over the store’s speakers, a smile spreading on your lips as you recognize the tune you had listened to on repeat before. “It’s one of my favorites,”

“Really?” Kuroo carefully grabs a jar of jam and sets it in the car basket. You hum and nod. He smiles back and crosses his arms as he leans on the side of the cart, watching your face. “Why did you like it?”

You stop pushing the cart to check the list. “Why wouldn’t I? It was a great dancing song,” You shrug and cross off the items the both of you already set in the cart. A good chunk of the list had been cleared, and you smile at how much you’ve already completed of this trip. You turn off the phone and hold it out for the man, letting him take it back.

“Show me?” Kuroo asks, holding out his hand. You let out a small laugh. Dancing in the middle of a store aisle sounds like something from a romantic book or movie. Gently, you take his hand and step closer to him. The shopping was temporarily forgotten.

You start leading him in a simple dance, stumbling through the motions as you try to hear the music over the other noises of the store. Kuroo chuckles and follows your lead, holding both your hands and twisting around the small space. A laugh bubbles in your throat and he twirls you, his hand coming around your waist to pull you in again. “You’re quite skilled!” You say, squeezing his hand twice.

He squeezes back.

Again, you feel a funny warmth in your chest. This time, paired with a fluttering in your stomach. Kuroo’s smile never fades as he stares at you, continuing the silly made-up dance you both perform.

“You’re the one leading, I should say that about you,” Kuroo once again twirls you. You release one of his hands and extend your arm, twirling back in until your back hits his chest. You giggle. “See?” He comments, humming along to the song.

You both rock back and forth like that for a moment.

“Now you’re just being cheesy,” You tease, stepping away from the man. He shakes his head playfully, brushing off your words. You run your fingers through your hair, clearing your throat. “We should get back to the shopping,” You take the cart again. Kuroo is right behind you, already with a new item from the list in his hand. He sets it in the basket before placing his hand back on the handle.

You pat the back of his hand, relaxing your hand over his absentmindedly.

The shopping continues like normal, with occasional breaks for Kuroo to look at items or point out interesting things he sees. It’s quick work, and you find yourself at the checkout before you know it, packing your items into bags and carrying them to the car.

The strange stomach twisting doesn’t die down. Even when you unpack the bags with Kuroo, roping Kageyama and Bokuto into helping you both put all the groceries away, it sticks.

Strange.

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lucysuniverse · 4 years ago

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Critical Beauty

Am I the only one who thinks Jo Jinho is perfect just the way he is? Probably not. :D

To be honest I incredibly miss this man so I just wanted to feel him a bit closer while I am writing this story and he is serving in the military.

Happy Birthday Jinho! We love you all.

Pairing: Jinho x OC/reader

Genre: comfort, romance, angst

Word count: 6081

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I messed up. Like totally. My dad and those idiot colleagues of mine totally washed my brain. But after all I was the one ruining our relationship completely. And I could not blame him for having the will to break up with me because If I was in his shoes I would have done the same.

-|-

I knew it wasn’t right this way. We lived together for almost a year by now, and I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t tell him that I was lying to him continuously in order to protect him from pain and save his self-esteem. Or at least this was my intention through-out the years.

We lived in a small flat. This is what we could afford. I just graduated from high-school and he was going to auditions. One after another. He was determined, and he was good. Insanely good. I couldn’t understand what is missing. What do you need more to become a singer? Didn’t he have outstanding vocals? He did. Didn’t he have a bit shy but loveable personality? He did. Didn’t he have sense of humor? HE DID. And on top of that he was handsome. WHAT WAS MISSING THEN???

As his girlfriend my heart was aching to watch all his efforts go to waste after so many years passed. We had a relatively big age gap between us. Well as long as you’re a teenager or young adult even two and a half years difference seem a lot. But later on, it doesn’t really matter. Especially not when you like someone. Because you like them for the person they are.

I loved him so incredibly. Because he was great. He was caring and cute but sometimes surprisingly masculine and very hot. I couldn’t wish for a better man. There was only one thing missing. Actually, not was but were. 5 more inches.

Because although we were quite far from each other in terms of age, we were all the more so close in terms of height. To be honest I guess I might have been smaller than him, but it never felt like that. And every time I thought about this I felt ashamed. Because that was the only thing which gave me hard times. I wouldn’t say I didn’t like his height. I liked everything about him. But sometimes I just wished he was a tiny bit taller, or I was even smaller (if that was possible).

Sometimes I found myself wondering about this: this couldn’t be the reason of him failing all those auditions, right? They can’t be so mean right? If you’ve ever heard a good singer than you would know that Jo Jinho was one of them.

This is why I always told my father to wait just a little. He was really opposing our relationship. I would have understood his concerns if he had real reasons, since I was his only daughter. But what he always said was ridiculous, narrow-minded and I just resent him for that.

“When will he finally stop this stupid joke of becoming a singer. Didn’t he have enough throughout these years?”

“I am fine dad. How about you?” I said as a reply. I was so fed up listening to his bullshit all the time. He heard Jinho singing. And even though he would have never admitted, he knew Jinho was born to be a singer. Anybody could tell. But sadly, in his eyes only those are real men who are lawyers or doctors. When they divorced with mom, he even found me a real man… My dad thought I should go on a blind date with the trainee of his divorce lawyer. He even complimented his ears! Like what the heck! My always logical and strict dad tells me to date the trainee of his divorce lawyer because he has nice ears.

Don’t get me wrong I’ve never thought about leaving Jinho, but my dad nagged me all the time so I checked the guy’s social media pages. Funfact: he was born on the freaking same day in April as Jinho. Am I freaking joke?

“Little woman… I am your dad no need to act like this. But think about your future kids. Will they be also minions?”

“Bye dad it was good to talk to you.” And I hung up. I didn’t want to ignore him. After all he was my dad. But we never had a good relationship. Well a relationship at all. But the irritating thing was that even if I tried to ignore all these comments he made me angry. I couldn’t stop myself. I should not marry Jinho but we are already expecting kids?! And minions? And these are my dad’s words when he himself isn’t a giant either. ARRGGGGHHH!

“Hi babe! Is everything okay?” Jinho asked. And as always, I put on a nice smile and said “yeah, all good.” And I hated myself for that.

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“What is that?” He asked curiously. I didn’t know he was still at home. I wanted to put the box back under the bed as soon as possible but it was too late he saw it.

“Oh this? It is just something stupid. It is not important. Did you leave something here?”

“Yeah, I left my phone on the charger. But don’t change the topic. It must be something important if you were staring at it so dearly.”

“Oh no. You misunderstood.”

“Okay, enough of this. What’s that? Do you have something to hide from me?” And even though he didn’t say this in an offended way there was edge in his voice.

“It’s your birthday gift.”

“My birthday gift?”

“Yeah.” I knew this couldn’t work. But I couldn’t come up with a real acceptable reason.

“It was last month. And procrastination is your middle name so it can’t be for my next one, I am not buying this. So, what is that?”

“I will bring this back okay? I don’t know why I bought this. I must have lost my mind. I just …”

“Oh show me finally.” And before I could give him the box he took it out of my hands.

“You must be kidding me, right?” He asked after 3 minutes of torturing silence.

“Look I am sorry. I know we should be saving money and …. but I can ask for refund and also…”

“You created such a big scene just because of this?” And he was laughing. He was LAUGHING!

“What? Aren’t you mad?”

“Why would I be? Should I?”

“Oh… yeah. I mean no. No. I just thought… I just…”

“You thought I would be upset to found out that my girlfriend is secretly buying a pair of high-heels for herself to feel pretty? I am getting more upset now that I know you felt like you should hide this. Also, why did you think I didn’t want to see your pretty legs in this? I thought you knew me better. If that’s all I am off for work. Bye babe see you in the afternoon.” And he gave me a light kiss on my forehead. And I felt on my skin he was smiling. “And I hope next time I see you, you’ll be wearing these.” And he casually left the room.

I made a fool out of myself. I really thought he would be offended by this. I mean it wasn’t a big deal to give up on high-heels. They weren’t very comfortable anyway and we really had to save money. But I was young and for the first time in my life I felt getting more feminine. Maybe I was already but this time I started to realize.

I thought it was selfish of me having these secret desires to put on a bit tighter clothes and wore high-heels especially when he is not really taller than me, but after having this conversation I was even more encouraged. I knew he didn’t have problems with it and that was all that mattered. I was happily tiptoeing to the office. My colleagues even complimented me.

The girls were jealous for having those nice shaped legs, and the boys… let’s not talk about them. If you think they will become serious once they grow up… Well friend you are totally mistaken. Boys will be boys. But they didn’t cross the line, in their own way they complimented me as well. And I felt confident and happy. All thanks to my sweet boyfriend whom I could always rely on.

I was in a really good mood until the point I let some idiots ruin my day. I couldn’t say they ruined it. I was the one let them do it. I just wish I never overheard their conversation.

“I was wondering why she is never coming to the year-end parties but now I see. The company is not yet prepared for those legs.”

“That was a good one bro. But they say she is just staying home all the time with that hopeless guy. I feel sorry for her to have such a boyfriend.”

“What really? Why aren’t they coming together?”

“Another rumor says it the guy is a dwarf. So, she is rather staying home with him.”

“Wow. How do you know so many things?”

“Resources…”

“Which girl then?”

“The blondie in the red jeans.”

“Mmmmmh.”

“Stop it she is mine.”

“Until when?”

“Tonight. Then you can have her.”

“You are disgusting man. Well done.” And they laughed.

“Ah but that sweetie. I really feel sorry for her. Having that boyfriend can be very burdensome.”

“Oh yeah. If I was her boyfriend, I would make sure she feels good in every situation.”

“You mean every position.”

“Exactly.” And they laughed again. “You know me so well.”

I felt dirty. It’s not like they did anything specific to me. They were just fantasizing. But I felt fucking dirty in that moment. I wanted to erase this conversation from my head but instead I heard their words repeatedly in my head.

I heard my shoes making that irritating sound on the street while I was going home. With every step I felt smaller and smaller. I regretted wearing that stupid high-heel… So as soon as I arrived home I put them back in their box cleaned, ready to bring them back to the shop. I would want to throw them away instantly but then suddenly I thought about Jinho.

We need to spare money. He needs to buy some nice clothes for the next audition. And also, we barely manage to pay the bills since I just started studying in the med school and next to collage it is quite hard to work. Sometimes I thought maybe I should just quit dreaming about becoming a doctor but there was a senior doc, my supervisor who inspired me a lot. Last month he helped that well-known celebrity couple. He said the lady had some complications while she was giving birth to their little girl but the doctor helped them and finally the little Daisy was born healthy. Some of my fellow classmates said he even resembles Jinho…. I don’t know why.

Talking about Jinho, he was quite clueless when he found me eating the third bowl of ice cream and watching Lovely Complex.

“You are still watching this?”

“Anime is not only for kids. And well I’ve just become an adult anyway, meaning I am still a kid. Let me be. Oh and if you go to the kitchen can you bring me the last Ben & Jerry’s? I know I shouldn’t be buying these but I just felt like having a pajama party on my own. Thanks babe. ”

“Look.” And he sat down next to me and slowly took away the Ben and Jerry’s from my hands to put it on the table. “Can we talk about today morning?”

“Sure. But what is there to talk about?”

“I hate it when you act like this. And the funny thing is that you know I do.” He smiled bitterly. I was aware of it. None of us were stupid. Well… we both were very clever to be honest. When I acted silly it was either out of fun or I was trying to hide something. Just like now.

“Okay. Sorry.”

“I feel like you are kind of disappointed in me. And I just wanted to let you know and thank you for enduring all these days and months together with me. I know that even if you don’t tell me that it is hard to tell your parents that I still didn’t make it.”

“Jinho it’s not your fault.”

“That is showbiz, I know. The only thing that hurts me is that when I started this utterly long and unpredictable journey, it was me and only me. But since then we found each other, and me failing all the time is not only an individual concern. We are a team. And I am not a good team mate. You just graduated and want to become a doctor. And I should support you.”

“Jinho you’ve already done so much for me, you can’t even imagine. And you do every single day. Even today. So, don’t just please don’t say you don’t support me, when you support me the most.”

“But then what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“Even after so many years I’ve never met your colleagues and I hardly ever meet your dad. I know you are working part-time and you are tired from doing college and your job at the same time but these parties could help you relieve stress a bit.”

“I don’t want you to meet those idiots.” And well, this was true. Not only because they would make a joke out of us, but after today I was kind of ashamed of working with those bastards.

“But I guess not all of them- oh what’s this? I am sorry babe but I need to pick this up, we will catch up on this okay?”

A producer called him. Or should I say the producer? The one who just became a dad. The one whose wife gave birth to the little Daisy in our hospital with the help of my professor. That producer. I was insanely happy. Finally, good news. I couldn’t bear anything bad any longer. But the worst was yet to come.

-|-

We were walking hand in hand on the streets. Finally, a promising audition. It was on Saturday so I could go with him to the company and show some support as I should. Once the audition was over Jinho shook hands with the producer. I could imagine them working together. I even found cute how they were both quite small.

Jinho said they would contact him later, but he had a good feeling about finally making it. I was so happy. I’ve never saw him so hopeful after an audition. When we were leaving the company there were six model like people nearing us. I was sure they just walked out of Vogue. The two most likely European girls alongside the four men suited each other very well. But not all the boys were Korean. One boy’s appearance shouted “Shanghai Prince” the other’s “Nagano Prince” but don’t ask me why. I just had this feeling.

I don’t know how Jinho felt but I was in awe. They looked stunning. Flawlessly chitchatting about a Flower Shop in the nearby. I always thought models have other topics to talk about. Well the owner of that shop must have done something very well then to become a hot topic.

“They were cool right?” He asked suddenly.

“Yeah.”

“Just wait a little longer. I will become one of them anytime soon.”

“I know.”

And I really knew that he would succeed. He was supposed to be a singer. I even imagined myself becoming his manager. I loved helping people. And I was determined about med school, but for him I could have given up on it. I knew with his music he may be curing more people in his life than me as a doctor. So after all our goal was the same.

As we were nearing home familiar faces were getting closer. The two guys that bullied me in high school. They always had something against me. If I had red nails I was a slut if I wore a turtleneck they called me a nun. They ate my lunch, stole my notebooks etc. Same old thing. Bullies are so uncreative.

“Oh hi dear. Long time no see.”

“Hi guys.” And I started to panic but wanted to grab Jinho’s hand and leave as soon as possible.

“Hey its Saturday, why such a hurry? Knowing you, you don’t have any plans or invitations, do you?”

“I am sorry boys, but we will be leaving.” Jinho said firmly.

“Oh, did you see someone? I heard a voice but I don’t know where it comes from.” One of them said.

“I don’t know man. Maybe our favorite girl can tell us.” And now they were both looking at me challengingly.

“You guys are still not tired of the same old shit, are you?” I asked with a bored face but deep inside I was startled. I hated seeing them again, I hated the fact that even after graduation they can do this to me and Jinho as well.

“Same old shit? Look at you. Are you talking about yourself?”

“It was enough. Get lost.” Jinho said again.

“It is strange I keep on hearing things but I don’t see anyone.” One said.

“Poor girl. You should have higher expectations. Are should I say taller?” The other added. And they laughed. I was about to cry. Why is this happening to us, when finally, things seemed to become better.

“Is he the best you could end up with? Oh god your still so low-class as you used to be… or is he not your boyfriend? Correct me if I misunderstood.”

And that was when I fucked up. I didn’t say anything. I hesitated. There were no good answers. I knew them so well, no matter what I was about to say, they would turn it against me. But even that should have been better than this.

“I am sorry guys, but if that’s the problem, I can tell you we are not together. Look at her. Is she someone to mess around someone like me? Definitely no. She is better than that. She has a taller, funnier and richer guy next to her. He has just entered that building at the end of the corner. I guess you both know which building I am referring to.”

“Is that true?” They asked at the same time.

It was our only chance to finally escape from this nightmare situation. They could stop us if they wanted any time. We were both too small to resist if they were up to something.

“Yeah, that’s right. He works there.”

And as if the curse was broken, they nodded with respect and were no longer blocking our way.

“If that’s the case, we are sorry about what we said. We knew you are going to make it. And who is that lucky guy? Yanan? Shinwon? Yuto? No waaaay. Oh my god are you dating Jung Wooseok?”

I had no clue what they were talking about, but I had this gut feeling that my dear ex-classmates became fanboys throughout the years. FANBOYS! It was ridiculous. I couldn’t help but smile out of embarrassment.

“I am sorry, but you also know that we should respect the artist’s privacy. I cannot say more.”

“Okay, so its Wooseok. Oh my god. He is a legend. Could you please get his autograph?”

“I am sorry but we should get going. Jinho has- wait… Jinho?”

“Oh the small guy? He left couple of minutes ago when it turned out you are dating Wooseok. Is he jealous by the way? He might have some feelings for you. But don’t mind him girl. You are dating the great Jung Wooseok. What else can a person ask for?”

For a forgiving boyfriend I guess. I left these two idiots there and I started to run after Jinho as fast as I could. Did he say he is leaving I just didn’t notice? Was he upset? Did he leave something at the audition? I called him several times but I couldn’t reach him. After going back to the company and checking the possible places where we were that day I decided to finally go home. I just hoped he would be there.

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He was at home. And he didn’t seem upset. He told me to take a shower after this tiring day. It was his tiring day though. If only I had the audition today.

We spent the afternoon calmly he was practicing and I watched a movie. The male protagonist kinda resembled the divorce lawyer’s trainee. Yang Hongseok. And wait a second, he is at the same agency where Jinho had the audition. Nice. I was so happy and excited I really hoped they will call him back with good news.

Jinho was practicing for hours. He only did this when he was determined and wanted to prove himself before an upcoming audition or when he was hurt. I started to have a bad feeling. There isn’t any upcoming audition. Shit.

I prepared some nice food and I cautiously knocked on his door to tell him we can have dinner. He didn’t seem angry or anything he just casually nodded and we started to eat.

“About today… thank you for saving me. These two were always bullying me and if you weren’t next to me today I might have ended up crying and hurt again.”

“At least YOU are not hurt.” And the way he said ‘you’ was different.

After minutes of awkward silence he thanked for the food and was on his way to go back practicing.

“Wait Jinho.”

“Yeah?” He asked indifferently.

And I couldn’t ask what I wanted.

“There is dessert for you in the fridge.”

“For me? Aww. That’s nice. I thought it is for someone else. Maybe for Jung Wooseok.”

Bingo. I knew something was fishy…

“I don’t even know who that guy is. And you are well aware of this. Look, I know those two are disgusting and resentful but it was you who stopped them. It was thanks to your made up story that they finally stopped.”

“Oh right. You are so right. What if we just pretend not dating anymore? Maybe it will solve other worries too?!”

“What? Do you want to break up?”

And I saw that he kinda froze at this question. He didn’t mean it. But if he was mentioning break up he must have been hurt for real.

“No. Of course not. This is why I was kind of avoiding you. I wanted to talk about this when I have calmed down. But fine since it’s out it can’t be helped.”

I was getting nervous. The thought of losing him was more than painful. I didn’t want to live without him. I couldn’t live without him.

“I always thought we are a great team. Even if there are things we should work on we were always open about concerns and we solved the problems together. But I am worried this situation right now is not something we can change even if we work together.”

“We can solve everything together, okay? I want to solve it. Jinho please. I understand and realize that I must have hurt you with my words. And I am so sorry about that. I never wanted to hurt you. I should have told them the truth.”

“Do you know how much happier you looked when I said you are dating this illusionary taller, funnier and richer guy? Do you realize how relieved you were when they showed you respect for dating an idol? Do you get it finally? I love you so incredibly. But this is me. Only this much. I cannot give you more. I am working hard to get there. I might be there someday. But it won’t change facts. I am Jo Jinho, I am 5.6. I don't look like a model. I don’t have money. But I love you. That’s all I can give. But I am not sure it is enough. I am no longer sure I can give you the things you need. I am not sure what I can give you is the same as you want me to give you.”

“What?”

Is this really how I behaved? Is this really how I made him feel?

“I am not saying we should break up, but I am asking you to reconsider what you want from me and from this relationship. I want you to be honest. I promise you even if you say ‘I am sorry but I only date guys above 5.8’ it will hurt and I will be broken, but I will accept it. As long as I know you made the right choice in order to be with someone who can make you happy, I will accept your decision.”

“No Jinho. You totally misunderstood. I don’t want to date anybody else. Who cares about those stupid inches?”

“You. It was only you. Always. Did you ever hear me complaining about it? This might sound cruel but I learned to accept myself and love myself in this way. And it was a hard and long journey. I won’t pretend it is only about you. I don’t want to lose this confidence. I don’t want to become that insecure man I was before. But you make me feel like someone who needs to be protected, someone who should be hidden. I don’t want to feel like this.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.” I said while my tears were falling.

“I know you never did. It was unintentional. But you’ve hurt me. I just want you to realize a lot of things can be improved and changed, but my height is not something I can modify. Please just think about it. If you still want me this way, just let me know. I would be happy to stay together.”

And he left me there. I would want to hug somebody, and I needed his presence but, I was kind of glad he didn’t see my ugly crying face.

He was so damn right. And I could totally understand the way he felt. If you love someone you shouldn’t make them feel like trash. And it was always and only me who had those concerns. The rumors spread by the colleagues and my dad’s stupid words. I am not sure how I really felt. Maybe I was just influenced by them but I was worried I might have cared too much about his height.

Everything was up to me now. He was waiting for my answer. Even after I hurt him so bad, he didn’t want to break up. It was up to me to choose an average life with a divorce lawyer’s trainee type of guy, or choose a different type of life with him. A life with Jo Jinho.

-|-

We’ve slept separately. It was better this way. I was suffering alone but it just made me realize how much I needed his presence, how much I wanted to see his face when I woke up and how badly I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me.

I prepared a nice breakfast. I wanted to clear things as soon as possible, but food is important too. Kids, don’t forget to eat breakfast!

“Hi! Good morning!”

“Good morning! Wow. So many nice dishes. Is this a compensation?”

“It’s an ‘I am sorry for being a bad girlfriend’.”

“Oh thank god it’s not an ‘I am sorry for breaking up with you’.” He said with a smile. But I couldn’t laugh at it. I know he was hurt. And him trying to make a joke out of it meant that he was hurt more than he showed.

“I am not gonna leave you Jinho.”

“I am sorry I didn’t mean it.”

“Look. I… I… messed up okay? I understand that even if I had good intentions I’ve hurt your feelings. But I think we can solve this too. I wanted to say thank you for finally saying what I should have heard. The thing is that you were right. I was the one obsessed with your height. And the saddest is that not specifically because of you. I thought if I am almost as tall as you I can not be a fragile, small woman. I wanted to be smaller, I wanted to be the one who needs to be protected. And I couldn’t accept myself in this way. I didn’t see me the way I wanted.”

“I wish you would see yourself with my eyes just to understand how beautiful you are.”

“I am sorry to make you feel bad when I was the one who couldn’t love myself. If you could help me to accept myself as you did back then, I think we would be able to stay together. And if you still love me I wouldn’t want anything more than this. I want nothing less and nothing more than you, Jo Jinho.”

-|-

Magic Bra. I was raising my eyebrows. Did she really make a successful business with such a company name? But when I checked on the internet the reviews were praising her insanely.

Lucy_1127 wrote: I was invisible before. But when my longtime best friend saw me in this red bra, he finally realized we were supposed to be together. I love this bra. It is indeed magical. My only regret is that it is more times on the floor than on me. (Moderators please don’t erase my comment *begs*)

Hoetaekie828 wrote: when the owner told me that this lingerie has magical power I was sceptic. I am 27 you know. I don’t believe in fairytales anymore. But when I saw her (my back then best friend now girlfriend)... Wow! She was indeed a beautiful princess from a fairytale. Since than I couldn’t thank the owner lady enough. We are regulars at the shop. I totally recommend it for couples, and for those friends who are shy to admit the truth.

Jinho didn’t tell me why I got this. He just told me this is a gift from him to me and also a part of our therapy. We didn’t apply for real therapy. But we agreed to rebuild our trust and change things. As a first step he told me to wear these. I was kind of surprised. Jinho wasn’t really a shy type but we were both so stressed recently, having a time dedicated to ourselves was so rare like a leap year.

When I put on the ‘magic bra’ I checked myself in the mirror. I wasn’t totally satisfied but I looked so different in these. I finally saw someone who is brave and confident. For the first time I thought if I work a bit harder, not only on my body and carrier but on my behavior and inner values, I might become someone who is worth of Jinho’s love. I really hoped so.

“Okay, so where is my lovely and concerned girlfriend who cannot see herself as a fragile, feminine woman? Because I only see a stunning, confident lady here. I am sorry miss, but even if it is so hard to send you off I will have to ask you to leave because I already have someone closed in my heart.” He said when he suddenly appeared behind my back. Our eyes met in the mirror.

“Oh is that so? That’s a shame then. Are you sure she wouldn’t allow this one? As long as you are happy I think she wouldn’t mind it.”

“Do you think so? Am I that kind of lucky guy? Well… let me see.” And he is seductive gaze was wandering all over my body. “No. I cannot do that to her I am sorry.”

“Why not? Is she so nice?”

“Yeah. She is a precious someone to me. And I promised something to myself. I wanted to show her how beautiful she is. I need to keep that promise. So even if your affair offer is very tempting I have to say no.”

“What a pity. I think she doesn’t even know how lucky she is… Is she more beautiful than me? That can’t be true. Mister you must be lying.”

“No, I am not. I love her and she is beautiful. What if I prove you?”

“Fine. If you prove me than I’ll be leaving and won’t seduce you. If you don’t prove me you’ll have to have an affair with me.”

“Okay.”

“So, how will you prove me?”

“Just look at yourself in the mirror.”

And even if I was confident pretending to be another lady for fun looking at myself in the mirror while he was watching me from behind was kind of embarrassing.

“You know my girlfriend is a bit insecure and even if I tell her she won’t trust me when I say she is beautiful. You have some similarities. You both are stubborn and don’t trust my words… bad girls…”

And I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. He was cute. I was grateful. And I loved him incredibly.

“So, for example if I would say I love how she puts her hair behind her ears she would be like: but it is nothing special.”

And as he said it he put my hair behind my ears and put a soft kiss on my neck. And then looked back at me in the mirror. And I started to get the taste of this whole thing. He was so freaking hot. He decided to show me how he loved each and every part of my body. He put soft kisses on my shoulders and wrapped his arms around my waist without taking his eyes off of me. And this excited me. For the first time I realized it was really not about being small or tall, fragile or not. He loved me and I loved him back. And we were perfect for each other just the way we were.

-|-

“Sorry but could you please go to the hall? Someone passed out. Oh god these fans these days…”

“Sure, I’ll be there in a sec.”

It wasn’t the first time in this week. Fans were crazy about him. And it was good to see that he finally received this much of love after working hard for his dream for the past years.

“I am here. How can I help? Where is the patient?”

“He is here.”

“You two?” I asked a bit shocked.

“Oh! Our favorite girl. Please save him!” Member 1 of the bully duo said. I am sorry but after what they’ve done to me throughout these years I don’t bother calling them on their names…

I just gave him first aid and after he woke up I made sure he is fine.

“You’ll be fine now.”

“Oh my goodness. Thank you. You saved him.”

“You saved me. Thank you. I have never thought one day you’ll be saving my life.”

“Trust me, this is not something I’ve expected either. But what are you two doing here?”

��We are fans!”

“I am sorry to let you down but Wooseok is not present today. This is Jinho’s solo concert…” I said a bit offended.

“Silly. We knooow. We came to support him.” They said.

“Oh, if that’s the case… I am glad. I think he would be happy to see your faces. But promise me you won’t faint in front of him okay?”

“Yes doctor!”

“Good.”

“Also… we are sorry… for everything.”

And I just nodded. I was happy that they apologized even if it happened after so many years later. But in a way I was happy that we met them on that day. I guess I needed to meet them to realize being critical about beauty is just so unnecessary. Beauty is so subjective, and is not only about visuals and heights. And when I looked back on Jinho talking happily with his fans signing the albums, I knew that in my eyes he was the most beautiful person, and nothing else mattered.

#jo jinho #pentagon angst #pentagon #petnagon jinho #happy jinho day #pentagon fanfic #pentagon fanfiction

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aidenoes · 4 years ago

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Im kinda bored so this is a little story time about a toxic best friend i had for many many years

Tw : s*lf-h*rm, s*icid*l thought, forced coming-out

To make the story easier let's call her Fish.

So... it started in primary school, i had moved out into a new city when i was in 3rd grade. That's when i first met her and we never really talked much. Then came 5th grade when we actually became friends.

And middle school happened and that's when everything went downhill real fast. In 6th grade i was still friend with her and i tried to get along with her other friend who was a bitch at that time, and i was too, so we never got along (even tho she is now my best friend bc we realised how much Fish was toxic lmao). So i had made new friends and she had too but we still made up over time and the other girl wasn't hanging out with us anymore.

Moving on to 7th, there was a new girl that came at the school at the beginning of the school year (who is also my bestfriend, props to her for staying with me all these years) and Fish immediately started talking to her. Eventually we have a group of 5 friends :me, her, our boyfriends and the new girl. The thing is that there was a trend of s*lf-h*rming yourself just to pretend to be depressed and sad, and Fish was one of the people who followed that trend. Me, being an absolute idiot, had no idea of the gravity. Well, i mean, i knew it was bad but my bestfriend was doing it so it's fine right ? No, it was not and i almost gave in to but i was afraid to harm myself so i never did. And that example is just to show how much i copied her, i destroyed my relationship bc i wanted to be like her and my ex-boyfriend was so good to me. Her relationship was like an light switch, you never knew when they were back together or not. We also had a skype group and messenger group of just three people: me, her and the new girl. Me and the new girl would badly roleplay and she would tell me, and only me, that i was cringy and leave the group chat like that. And i had no right to tell her i didn't like something about her, but she could though ? I let it slip anyway. I thought i was really happy, then came the worst year of my school life.

8th grade. At this point, Fish and her boyfriend had broken since he apparently abused her (im not sure since she is prone to lying) but i was still in good terms with him. Well we were not the best of friends but i wouldn't punch him (now i would bc he became such a fucking dick). But Fish started to become distant, as if she didn't want me around anymore but i ignored it thinking it was all in my head. One day, our teacher assigned us new places in class and i was next to her ex-boyfriend. We of course talked in class and laughed together. But out of nowhere, she started doing the sign where you slit your throat with your finger, y'know ? I thought she was doing it for kidding and i was just really confused, it was break after that class anyway so i can ask her wtf that was. She came to me and thought i was plotting against her with her ex-boyfriend and just told me to go fuck myself basically. I waited for my now ex-boyfriend and my friend to come-out of their class and explained to them what happened while containing my tears. They tried to go to her and try to understand wtf went wrong and funfact: nothing went wrong and she was just being a bitch and i later learned she just wanted to move on and discard everything from the past year, including me. But i didn't know that, i thought i broke everything, i thought i broke our group friend, i felt guilty and i felt, alone. My boyfriend that got out of school just before me went to my mom that was there to come pick me up, that i wasnt really well and he went away when i got out. My mom did ask me what was wrong and i told her that i'll explain when we're home. At home i explained everything and broke down in my moms arm, i dont know if i cried out of anger or sadness, but seeing me cry was enough for my mom to hate her with all her guts. I've felt so lonely after that. I had no one to eat lunch with, i had no one to be in group in class with and i had no idea of how to occupy my brain when i had no one to talk to, i read in the morning waiting for the friends i had left, i would draw whenever i had to wait alone and i would eat fast to get out the fastest possible. I also lost everything i was since at that time i was like a sponge of personality and just squeeze out whatever the personality people wanted out of me. I had lost everything and i didn't want to be here anymore, i just wanted to die honestly. And i think i wouldve if i didnt think there was my family and my friends. However, it does not end here ! Bc my dumb ass made so many more mistakes ! Bc one day in our technology class i had to work with her for an assignment and we gradually made up until we became friend again, but i was still wary of her and my s*icidal thoughts were still very present. So i was still very toxic and pushing the people that were there for me away. My boyfriend broke up with me. I didnt know what to do, but looking back this was such a good decision for him and for me. I am so thankful for him to have broke up with me, but at that moment i was a bit hurt but at the same time i saw it coming so i had so time to grief about it. A month later my mom decided to bring me to Mauritius (where she is from) bc she thought i had a hard time no having her around for the first time which is kinda true but not all the truth. I had no wifi and no way of contacting anyone. That was so refreshing ! That's when i started to understand that i had the right to think for myself first and not be a fucking carpet for everyone to walk on. I was not out of the shit but i started to understand how to get out.

9th grade, was my savior. This was the best year of my life with nothing to worry about except an exam at the end. You remember the girl in 6th grade that was a bitch ? Yeah we became close friends during that year bc i realised she was a bitch bc she was badly influenced on in 6th and 5th grade. And the new girl remember her ? That's also the year when we got close, the year where we became best friends, when i learned to be and love myself and the year when i started to stand up for myself. I have some bad daddy issues and i have almost always shared my problems with Fish but i started sharing less toward the end of 8th grade. One day i was complaining that i had to be basically the messenger bird of my parents and she looked at me annoyed and tell me 'why don't you go to the police ?'. Like we didnt ??? Like she thinks that my dad was harassing my mom and we didnt ?? That's basically saying 'don't be' to someone who is sad. And i explained that to her and she was like 'don't complain to me if you're going to flip off like that when im giving you a solution', excuse me bitch... what ? I was hella mad. She came fake apologising like a few weeks later. And one day she came out to me as pansexual, great for her, and i was also questionning my gender and thought i was genderfluid so i came out to her. She was like 'oh ok' and i sent her some memes about genderfluidity and she was like 'stop this is annoying'. So i shut my trap. I also learned that during a school i didnt went she faked some anxiety and was being a bitch bc her friend wouldnt come to a shop with her even so another one was ok with going with her. I eventually started to understand that she was bad for my mental health, so i just started ghosting her bc i just didnt want to talk with her anymore and i didnt know how to confront her. She came up and grabbed and pulled me by my backpack that was full of shit just to ask me why i didnt answer to one of her text. I was so scared i just told her i wasnt feeling well and just told her i needed time. The year went by it was great and i didnt want to be in cold with Fish but i also didnt want to be her friend, i wanted to just be classmates, however when she was told this she understood : 'they want to be friend again'. So she clung with us next year.

10th grade, was last year and was full of drama. And we only had 6 months of school. 10th grade is the first year of highschool and the only year where we don't have an exam. I also had a forced new friend that we're going to call Taz so we don't get mixed up. She was also very clingy and it felt like having a leech stuck to me. And Fish was being very, let's say embarrassing and making us feel uncomfortable. She would make ton of sexual joke and we told her it was making us uncomfortable but she would apologise just to do it again the week later so we just gave up. She also outed me in class, thankfully the class was really noisy and only my bestfriend heard it but this fucking bitch just asked outta nowhere 'so you're still on this whole thing about being genderfluid or what ?' And she wasnt talking low, she was talking loud and clear. I felt so embarras and i hoped that no one else heard it. I answered as very quietly 'no.. i think im genderqueer now' and she just said ok. That's also around when i discovered im bi so i was so glad that i didnt tell her about that. And a few months later there was some shit going around about bullying and Fish was one of the targets. And let's say that our english teacher held up a trial so i opened up my big ass mouth to talk and defend Fish. And guess what, Taz just blurted out that i and my best friend were bullying her. Excuse me ? I defended her ass and when i talked to her about it she told me 'no you didnt, you just yelled at me once in physics'. So bc i yelled at her bc she wouldnt listen to me when we had to work i bullied her ? What a thank ! And when i tried to talk it out with Taz, she fucking ignored me and left. I was enraged. I was crying out of fucking rage and still aced a test in english. At the end i explained everything to my crush while i was walking home with her bc she lived next to my moms restaurant. When i stepped into the restaurant, there was my moms friend, which im kinda close to, and my mom who asked me how was my day i cried out of anger. They comforted me and supported me. At school, one day the assistant director called me and my best friend in his office. And told us that in highschool there are no bullying only misunderstandings (i dont really agree with that but anyway) and asked us our side of the story. We explained that we didnt get along with her anymore and made it very clear that we were uncomfortable with her but she wouldnt take a hint. And we left the office just like that. The assistant director probably told Fish our side and she never went to talk with us bc of covid.

Now, im in 11th grade, we do not talk anymore and this feel so much better. Now i'll just drop some bonus drama

She accused me of drowning her when it was her ex-boyfriend that did and made her scared of water, while i was there to support her when she was dealing with her phobia.

And her mom thought that i was a bad influence for her sweet sweet daughter when she was the one to incite me to c*t myself like paper, wow ok.

This is just a personal share and just maybe a way for others to recognise the toxic behaviors of fake friends.

#story time #toxic friendship #toxic friend #have fun reading this #i am still mad sometime #but only sometime

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cheolbooluvr · 4 years ago

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wait hold on so your follower count has increased by a hundred since I got here? 🥺 this is awesome, Chris, congrats! 🥳 and I think everything can be a milestone if it's one for you 🤗 and if u want to do something special to celebrate, go for it! :D as long as you do it for yourself and not because you feel like you have to, do you hear me? <.< about "Something Special"...it's just 🥺 really something special lmao funfact, when DK started singing "ice cream, you scream" and so on, I was immediately reminded on "Ice Cream" by TXT as the lyrics go "i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream". Idk if you know them but they had their comeback on monday and this is one of the b-side tracks. I actually had to check if the lyrics are the same but I think you published the fic on the same day they released the album so that would be almost impossible anyway 😅 now, the banner for "the zest of life" is sooooooooo cute 🥺 and everything you post about it just makes me more and more excited skajdjlkwjeadswa literally can't wait until you post it <3 also HAPPY JUNE TO YOU TOO <333 I'm also highkey excited for your other wips, especially your series and the sequels :D the gif of the dog looking out the window is soooooo relatable why are you so cute 🥺 you're right, I discovered your blog through class president and I couldn't be happier about it 🥰 ngl, enemies to lovers (+ fake dating) is one of my favourite genres and then there's friends to lovers and I'm all soft and cuddly 🥺 nooooo, don't make yourself cry D; tho I definitely get your pain 💔 being a perfectionist doesn't make your life easy but it leads to great results when it comes to your fics :D and I'm very happy to hear that you're slowly getting over it and feel better about your writing <3 definitely gonna note that website down since I'm currently trying to write myself lmao failing greatly at it because I never manage to actually finish a wip. which brings me to the fanfic writer ask game :D 🍄 how do you get yourself in the mood to write? I'm really curious about this because sometimes I just can't get myself to write though I actually would love to 🙁 ahhh the good old times in middle school everyone regrets when they get older :'D when I'm on a holiday with my family or literally just anywhere outside I'm taking photos with my phone of everything that crosses my way and looks in the slightest way worth capturing my storage space is hysterically laughing in the distance :') would love to see some photos taken by you some day ngl well, I haven't continued watching Vincenzo yet, I keep watching Friends atm though thanks for the heads up <3 and I love Chayoung, she's iconic but after I learned who she works for I was lowkey disappointed :( trying not to spoiler anything rn for anyone else akjdnwaölkejd srsly, I don't think any of my friends has a healthy sleep schedule though we all have to get up early but I hope you slept well last night and have a great day <3 wait, I wanted to ask you in which time zone you live? Because it was 7pm here when you said it's 11am for you, so I was wondering 😅 sending love and good vibes ❤️✨

yes omg you’ve been here basically since the beginning 😭 i know i say this a lot, but your support means the world to me and i’m thankful you’re here with me on this journey💕 i might just wait until i hit 200 to do a celebration! i want to try to get through these reqs from the first milestone and then we shall see how i’m feeling. but eternally grateful for all the support and growth anyways :’)

hehe ‘something special’ is part of a whole long series i’ve been writing for my friend and i (for our eyes only) but it’s one of my favorite scenes and him dropping the ice cream just felt very on brand 😭 he’s so silly and i love him and his bright energy. also funny story abt txt, i literally decided to stan them for reals w this comeback! so i know exactly what you’re talking abt!!! and actually i just did a smol uke cover of anti-romantic heh it’s been on repeat for the last few days and i love the whole album. every song is so good, esp 0X1=lovesong and dear sputnik, in addition to anti-romantic and ice cream ofc! well actually they’re all good sjdfkjadlf but yeah i think i’m officially a moa now :D

ahhhh thank you i love the banner!! i was soooo excited for it bc i finally figured out how to edit gifs on photoshop which is a GAME CHANGER (had to stop myself from making gifs for all my fics bc my computer actually can’t handle the processing so now i need to update the hardware skdjaldks but that’s another story) anyways ahhh i’m happy to hear that you’re excited for it! i hope it meets your expectations <3

man, my wips, i wish i could i just crank them all out bc i wanna know what happens askdlal i’ve been saying this a lot lately, but i’m like, WHAT HAPPENS and i have to respond to myself like IDK U TELL ME and my internal monologue is just that back and forth 💀 but i think that’s a great lead in to your ask game question:

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? honestly, it usually just kind of hits me at random times. some days, i have so many ideas and so i’ll plot everything out but i won’t actually write, so i’ll leave it for a while and then maybe come back to it when i get too impatient with myself. other days, if i feel stuck, what i’ll do is just kind of word vomit my thoughts and go back and edit everything later, or feel out the vibes. but i feel you, writing is honestly very hard, especially if the motivation just isn’t there :’( but i think my best advice is to just get ideas out of your head and onto theoretical paper!! then just start typing even if it’s just your thoughts like “uh idk what to write but maybe if kdjflsfjlkas”

omg no i feel that, before i upgraded my phone, my camera roll was just full of photos (and also pics of sf9 and svt LOL). but i just made a thread on my twt abt my fave photos and i’d be happy to share them :)) (see below)

mmm i won’t say anything abt vincenzo until you start it back up again ;) but friends!! that reminds me, i need to watch the reunion ep!!??! not ready to cry tho :’)

i hAD a sleep schedule at some point in my life, but now... it’s messed up again LOL but i’m in the mountain time zone in the states ! so 1 hour ahead of PST if that’s any help kdljasf but i hope you’re getting rest and sleep!! i’m a big advocate for sleep and rest so !!!!!!!!!!

anyways, sending my love as always <3

EDIT: JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE PHOTOS HOLD ON DKJLASKLADS

EDIT 2: okay here we go

#cheolbooluvr asks #cheolbooluvr 🌙 anon

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jillianmercers · 5 years ago

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( fola evans akingbola, cis!female, she/her ) i took a trip into town and ran into JILLIAN MERCER at the general store. isn’t that the THE RECLUSE you told me about last week? the one who is TWENTY FIVE, as well as DEFENSIVE and RESTRAINED? well, we didn’t chat for long, so i can’t say for sure, but i think you might be onto something…

hey all ! i’m meredith, and i’m 19. i’m currently a freshman in college, vibing in the est timezone and i use she or they pronouns. i’ll give u a few lil funfacts..... i’m a libra, right now i’m VERY hungry, and idk what else to say here.

( please excuse my lack of theme and icons rn, i stayed up too late ln and did not have time to actually .... make my blog nice ? poor decisionmaking 101. anyway if you want to plot don’t hesitate to message me on discord!!! )

tw for alcoholism and sports injury (idk if thats a trigger but better safe than sorry)

jillian mercer was supposed to make it. born and raised in stardew valley to two struggling shopkeepers, the genuine promise she showed in childhood figure skating lessons, she was out of town and on the road, homeschooled by her mother. she was olympic bound, winning national competitions, a star in the making. money she made was sent back to her father and five — yes, five — brothers back home. the baby of the family wasn't supposed to be the hope, but jillian was. she was talented, and determined, and ...

and a failure. a colossal failure. she still remembers what falling that time felt like, though she'd done it a million and one times before. maybe she was too sore, too slow moving, or maybe too fast. she jumped and fell and skidded across the ice to gasps from the crowd. she remembers that falling. she landed on her hip with her arm slamming into the ice, both her wrist and her hip bone breaking.

she returned to the valley and to her family now three years ago, a shell of what she used to be. it took months for her hip to properly heal, and she didn't leave her house for the entirety of it. she's quieter now, not the bubbly, happy girl she used to be. straight laced and moody, it's difficult to gage her emotions or get a response out of her that isn't through gritted teeth. she's in the bar a lot, and whenever she's at home she drinks too. only occasionally can she be seen stocking shelves at her parent's store, but if anyone she knows too well from before comes knocking, jillian quickly dashes upstairs to their home, or into the stockroom.

most of the time when she drinks, she does it not to remember. she'll wake up in her bed the next morning, with a splitting headache and eyes feeling like they're glued shit with exhaustion, and forget how she got there the night before. in daytime, she's functional, but her breath always smells suspicious. even when she forgets everything else, however ... she still remembers what falling felt like.

fun facts!!!! jillian isn't all mystery or misery. in middle school and early high school before she went off around the country instead of just two towns over to skate, she was a friendly face at the schools and many town functions with her family, and was often behind the register at the store. freshman year she was even a cheerleader before being pulled out of school. she's a vegetarian and has a pet bunny that she LOVES with her whole heart. she takes care of it more than she takes care of herself, which isn't saying much at this point. she ALWAYS wears a big, worn denim jacket that used to belong to her father when he was a teenager. she's also a pretty heavy smoker. aaaand she loves the rain, it's her favorite weather.

#jillian / intro.

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cactusheartd · 5 years ago

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❝ I aim to be lionhearted; but my hands still shake and my voice isn’t quite loud enough ❞ ZENDAYA COLEMAN? No, that’s actually CASSANDRA BONES-JORDAN. A SEVENTH YEAR student, this HUFFLEPUFF student is sided with MCGONAGALL’S ARMY. SHE identifies as DEMI-GIRL and is a HALF BLOOD who is known to be SHORT TEMPERED, SELF-CRITICAL, and IMPULSIVE but also POETIC, RESILIENT, and LOYAL. { AUDREY, 20, JST, SHE/HER }

death tw ! disordered eating tw ! running away from ur bullshit tw !

Born a Lover and a fighter / dumb ass funfacts here while i get my shit organised !

Sword lesbian

vegan

Plant mother and art hoe, loves thrifting

Generally dumb as shit, only smart when it comes to talking in 7 levels of sarcasm and irony.

Says ‘do it for the vine’ and other completely outdated slang constantly.

If you remind her vine is dead she will - unstan.

Very tech savvy, extremely upset that tech devices have been banned in Hogwarts like ?

No fashion sense whatsoever like honestly -- get her some help, stop her wearing hawaiian shirts.

Asks people their fave cryptid on a first date / is really into conspiracy theories.

Excells at repressing emotions and bottling them up into her mediocre artwork and occasional poetry and also kickboxing - healthy coping mechanism? Who needs them.

Kind of a jock but an emo jock who’s also a hipster

Tells all her secrets to her plants and exposes nothing to anybody else whatsoever

Constantly ?? day dreaming but will pretend they were doing something cool.

Kind of aloof and will not let you know anything concrete about them. ever

Deathly loyal and ridiculously strong moral compass, lawful good to a tee.

She is cactus . . . . prickly … hard 2 open up, but full of life saving liquid in an arid environment. She’s made herself strong and protected 2 hide any emotion

Will do anything for those she considers her friends but only really considers like 4 people her friend and 1 of them is no longer with us

Used to only care for peaceful protests uwu but now she’s here ready 2 throw hands 24/7

Dog lesbian not a cat lesbian.

Really into history and linguistics, loves philosophy,

Speaks a speckling of other languages but nowhere near fluent but can say i love girls in 12 languages.

Only can be called Cassie or Cassandra, the only person that called her Sandy was Gwen so now it’s a no-go. Easiest way to piss her off is call her sandy.

hufflepuff seeker ; very fast and good at flying, but known for drifting off and day dreaming instead of spotting the snitch. excels in chasing down the other seeker.

Actual bio!

Being the younger middle child always comes with it’s perks, namely, your parents already know what to expect when they’re expecting.

Brought into the world full of smiles, and she’s never stopped smiling since.

A quiet, yet content child is how people would always place Cassandra Bones-Jordan. And for that reason, she was always somewhat in the shadow. That’s what everyone always says about middle children, they’re not the eldest, they’re not leading the pack. And they’re not the doted on baby.

They don’t have it harsh, they don’t really face the struggles and tribulations, they’re just part of the learning curve.

The infamous middle children, the children that time forgot that always end up with some sort of emotional baggage to them.

And so, Cassandra had a happy, uneventful childhood. Her parents loved her, her siblings loved her, and she loved them back equally and wholly with all the love she had to give. Which was a lot.

It was good for her, to be the quiet wallflower of a girl, she may not be a star actress but she shined in the role she was given to play. So introverted, she much preferred to sit in the back of the car with headphones in and a sketchbook in hand than ever join in the conversation, stand to the side of a photograph with a soft and pleasant smile on her face.

Such a lovely girl, everyone would comment, and leave it at that, sidelined for her extremely impressive bunch of siblings.

Cassandra fitted right into that role and so she never complained, just kept her head down and nose in her sketchbook and she’d be content and happy as she could be. She didn’t like the attention, she would actively try and avoid family at any and all parties.

Thus, it wasn’t a surprise that she was eventually sorted into hufflepuff, and she would always fondly remember that moment, writing back home to her mother. She was so proud to be a hufflepuff like her mother.

Except her sorting wasn’t really all that simple. She had an extremely long hat stall, the kind of hat stall where everyone tries to take bets on where they’re going to end up kind of hat stall.

Initially, the hat had thought gryffindor. For their was a bravery, a lion, hidden in the lanky but well built frame. Covered in marble that just needed to be sculpted, it was there, but it wouldn’t just bloom like a flower, it would need to be chipped at, destroyed, and the question for the hat was: would cassandra have trial by fire? Would she be burnt at the stake? Would Troy burn around her as she screamed into the night ?

Lucky girls are hardly ever called brave girls.

So the hat chose hufflepuff, perhaps a hope for the coming generations to be spared from war like its predecessor.

The wise words she and the hat exchanged didn’t really do much to bolster cassandra’s confidence, and so, she remained as a wallflower for the first half of the first term, learning the ropes of Hogwarts.

Luckily, she had her two elder siblings there to guide her a little bit, ruffle her hair as she walked past. But she still felt vehemently within their shadows, that her name Cassandra, meant little in comparison to the Bones-Jordan that felt like an anvill on her neck.

Being such a wallflower and a hufflepuff led her to being teased just a bit in her first year - a group of no good slytherins coming over and shoving her sketchbook into a puddle in the courtyard just because. ( she would later found out ; it was because one of her siblings had annoyed them earlier. )

A muggleborn hufflepuff of the same year, gwen mcstevens - scottish, ginger and awfully freckled, came to her defense and told em to fuck off basically in the most explicit way they could manage.

A spitfire, the sun, apollo, all synonyms for gwen mcstevens.

They became close friends- like he kind of attached at the hips, never seen without each other best friends’, it seemed like y/n had finally grown out of her shell a bit. Gwen even encouraged Sandy to dye her hair ginger in their 4th year.

Cassandra was quiet (around people she didn’t like), and gwen was loud.

They were each others balancing side, whilst gwen campaigned for everything and constantly had a bone to pick with someone, Cassandra would tag along. Because she felt the same way too , she just relied on the presence of Gwen to fully express those feelings.

An emotional crutch, they were completely co-dependant on each other, and at some point in their 6th year, it became like a thing between them. Unspoken, but there was a thing that she only ever told her parents about over christmas that same year in a flood of tears.

And much like her childhood, all they did was shower Cassandra in happiness, and told her to invite Gwen around next year for the holidays

Unfortunately - that christmas never came.

A few days after the news of Harry’s and MCgonnogal’s death came out, the first few muggleborns at Hogwarts began to go missing. Gwen amongst them. It was the 13th of November, a dreery November, when things were confirmed for the worst.

Dead. She could cope with the grief of Shacklebolt, Mcgonnogal, of Harry, but without Gwen -- there was an entire half of Cassandra now missing.

It was the rug out from under cassandra’s feet, her one support mechanism, the one person who knew everything about her was gone. But not just gone, she’d been murdered. Well, she didn’t know murder, but she could feel the room, could feel the machinations taking place.

cassandra was . . . . crushed. Defeated. Numb. she couldn’t feel shit - she was catatonic for a day in her dorm room, everyone edging around her so as to not aggravate the situation. And then she was gone, just like that.

She couldn’t deal with Hogwarts, at looking at Gwen’s bed next to hers, all her stuff left untouched as it had been last week ; her pet tortoise the only movement in that corner of the dorm.

It’s not like hufflepuffs to be rash; and here it was, the chipping of the marble.

She shoved a few belongings into her satchel and made a break for it on the 15th in the night -- stowing into the darkness.

However, the destinies, the fates, claimed this story to not be a tragedy - but an epic. Her hairbrain scheme to break free failed pretty badly; she’s found the next day by [w.c] in the early hours of the 15th on the border of the school grounds - just past the owlery a few hundred metres from the edge of the forbidden forest.

Disordered eating tw start In reality, it wasn’t fate, it was just the fact that she hadn’t eaten anything in a few days

Disordered eating tw end.

Cassandra begged for wc as they were fireman lifting them to the hospital wing to not say what actually happened, she didn’t want to deal with the drama without her crutch, nor did she want to worry her parents.

However, sitting in the hospital wing only lasted for a few hours, her desire to not worry her family trumped by the unending beating in her heart, the shaking of her limbs. this , although unknown to cassandra, was just grief.

But she had never experienced it before, or knew how to deal with it in a proper manner, so she tried to run again.

However, not having fully rested herself, her brain was fogged and her mental map of the school forgotten, and the room of requirement living up to its name, had sense a requirement in the lost bones-jordan child.

Moving through what she thought was just a normal door, Cassandra came face to face with a mirror. What should have been a paled face with sunken eyes and chapped lips, was instead replaced with stout figure with darting green eyes and firey hair.

Surprise ! it’s the mirror of erised ! what a lovely deus ex machina for us all !

And of course, it’s a grieving heart who sees what they long for the most ; gwen.

On the verge of tears, of running out the door and as far as she could -- ; perhaps it was too soon to see her again, her sun.

And maybe it was the lack of focus she had, or the iron deficiency, but she swears she heard the reflection talk to her. A manifesto to be brave ; cassandra had always followed gwen rigorously, but she did everything that gwen did. Sure, she needed the encouragement but she could always do it. She just didn’t believe in herself.

It’s the darkest hours of the heroes story ; and it's divine intervention, apollo, or thetis, swooping down from olympia with the words on wings.

It was that inspiration, that internalisation of Gwen that managed to get the courage to use her legs. Put one leg in front of the other and walk back to the hospital room, and sit back down. With no one to notice her second attempt.

The block of marble had been cut, the statue now revealed, the brave girl, the lioness, now in full force. People don’t call you brave if you’re lucky.

To keep part of Gwen with her everywhere, she decided to keep herself in everything Gwen had encouraged her to do, rather than become a hermit and avoid everything they ever did.

On a spur of a whim, she had those now, she decided to try out in the snap quidditch tryouts to replace the seeker. She got her best friends former position by some act of god, Cassandra says she plays with an angel looking over her.

She also signs up for the M.A the second she has a chance, constantly cementing herself in any role or position they needed to be filled.

Through dealing with her strife, she flourished rather than suffered, desperately trying to fill her time with extracurriculars, helping out the m.a, practising for quidditch matches.

At the same time, whilst keeping her emotions very bottled up, she’s started to act up and act out, her inability to deal with people she doesn’t like reaching sky high peaks. People would perhaps call her somewhat intolerant to blood purity ideas; and suddenly, she’s started to speak up when she hears something she finds dumb, started getting into fights and coming back to her dorm with a black eye or a bruised wrist.

It’s a level of self-preservation that’s gone too, along with any other healthy coping mechanisms. She doesn’t know how to deal with the deep seated grief that’s rooted itself to her bone marrow; but whatever she’s doing right now certainly isn’t helping one bit.

my wc page is still heavily under wip so i’ll post it in the gc when im done but the few basic ideas we got going on here are;

- the person who found her passed out in the forest ; sworn to absolute secrecy, peak drama and dramatic tension.

- other former friends of gwen who cassandra would have been friends with via proxy.

- people cassandra have absolutely gotten into a fist fight with as of late for whatever anti-muggleborn sentiment they’ve said in her presence

- love a group of people who are ... slowly going to adopt cassie into their friendship group bc she’s a loner and needs love.

- .. girlfriend (future)! crushes! you name it! she was kind of dating gwen so she ... soft angst hours ultimate edition !

- 1 ex / a guy, like the one person u date to try and convince urself your straight and it absolutely doesn’t work out and it’s kind of awkward we love heteronormativity in our kids.

#iidyintro #death tw #disordered eating tw #the bio is kind of death heavy but the other tw is like 1 line and i've marked it out so !!! stan

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a-crimson-lion · 6 years ago

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MHA/BNHA AU Dump (#1)

I forgot people did this!

*Ahem* And now, to cope with the fact that I'll probably never get to most of these, here's some MHA AU Plot Bunny Dumps!

#1: All Due To One Mistake [Deku (Villain) AU]

We've all seen this at some point or another, but here's my take on it: Izuku's life follows cannon... up until the [first] sludge villain incident. All Might saves Izuku, crushes Izuku's dreams on the roof, typical school day. Only, the sludge villain never leaves All Might's pocket. Katsuki never gets a reality check. Izuku walks on the street, heading home, briefly contemplating killing himself... and then he gets captured. Perfect. But... these villains are different. Sureb the hands guy is only midly annoying, but Kurogiri is courteous, and the man behind the screen, "Sensei," is completely supportive of Izuku. At such a low point in his life, Izuku never thought that villains of all people would treat him with respect... treat him like he's human.

That's the day where, instead of All Might discovering the next Symbol of Peace, All for One discovers his second successor.

Things go about as well as you'd expect. Izuku disappears completely off the radar, leaving Mama Inko in a panic and Katsuki aggitated. Izuku eventually leaves a note for his mother (no such luck for Katsuki), telling her everything will be alright, and that he misses her. Since joining the League of Villains, Izuku's changed a great deal. His analytical skills are used to disect the quirks of both heros and villains, making the villains stronger and heroes steadily weaker. Izuku merely observes at the USJ incident, and is completely unsurprised when good ol' Kacchan goes and ruins Thirteen's noble attempt to restrain Kurogiri. Shoto never learns that it's his power. At Hosu, the heros valiantly defend against the Nomu while Stain quietly kills off Tenya. Izuku doesn't witness it. Class 1-A is absolutely floored. Regardless, the final exams come and go. The training camp is quickly approaching.

The League still wants to capture Katsuki; Izuku will not help them in the slightest.

Instead, while the Vanguard Action Squad is out causing chaos, Izuku knocks out Muscular (who tried to kill Kota), delivers him to Eraserhead via Kurogiri, and proceeds to keep Himiko from cutting Ochako and Tsuyu. Unfortunatley for Izuku, Ochako strikes up conversation. In an odd OOC moment, Izuku takes the time to listen. He accidentally spills a few tidbits about himself, and he honestly doesn't see the problem... until Katsuki is successfully kidnapped. Izuku warns Ochako to either try saving Katsuki or go back to camp and tell no one of their meeting, and Kurogiri warps him away.

Kamino Ward is a lot worse.

There is no Kamino Rescue Squad, the police get lucky and find Katsuki after the battle between All Might and All for One. He doesn't seem physically injured, but mentally speaking, he's got a few bruises. Turns out All for One enlisted Izuku's help in the climactic battle, but when Izuku comes face to face with All Might, he hesitates. Izuku's admiration of heroes has been stubbornly fighting to stay alive, and that costs him greatly. Not only does All Might die, but All for One has used the last of his power in order to kill him.

Izuku is devastated. All Might's last gift to the boy he let down is a teary "I'm sorry." All for One's last gift to his successor is his quirk.

The dorms are implemented, and the Provisional Liscence exams are underway. Through it all, Katsuki is pissed. All Might is gone, Deku is still on the loose, and nobody is doing crap! Not getting a provisional liscence alongside Icy Hot doesn't help things. What really sets him off is that Round Face has been acting... off lately. She hasn't been talking to others as much, and she aewms focused on something Katsuki can't quite figure out. When she sneaks into one fo U.A.'s fake cities after curfew b Katsuki follows. What happens next shocks him to the core: Round Face has been meeting with Deku in secret.

I'll leave the rest to your imaginations; I've already said too much.

-Funfact!: This AU is called Deku (Villain) because it's one of the few AUs where another Izuku uses "Deku" as his alter ego. By this logic, the Deku (Hero) universe is the cannon My Hero Academia universe. In my opinion, there are four universes that make up the "core" of the MHA Multiverse. Here's the third one:

#2: You Can Do It, Izuka! [Dekiru (Fem-Izuku) AU]

Everything's the same, except:

Everyone's now the opposite gender than they were in cannon.

Katsumi (fem-Katsuki) actually realizes she's been a total bitch to Izuka (fem-Izuku), and she makes amends with her after their second fight.

Here's the obvious one: instead of using the hero name "Deku," Izuka instead chooses to call herself "Dekiru" because of Ochakuto's (male Ochako) personal interpretation of the name.

That's all I've got clear cut for now, but I'll leave you with this: male Midnight and Mount Lord (male Mount Lady) cat fighting and a loving father-daughter relationship between Shoko (fem Shoto) and Rin (male Rei).

-Funfact!: This AU was inspired by Horikoshi's (BNHA/MHA's creator) official genderbend artwork. Also, Izuku's female name depends on her status in the AU. If she's the main "Izuku" in her universe, she's "Izuka." If she's a relative or clone to the original Izuku, then she's "Izumi." I'm fairly certain "Izuki" could also make a good fem Izuku name.

So right now we have a Hero Izuku, a Villain Izuku, and a Fem Izuku making up the multiverse's core. What could the fourth one be? Oh, I think you know...

#3: Quirkless Ain't Worthless [Dekiru (Vigilante) AU]

This AU is a more "cannon" take on vigilante Izuku. (My own Vigilante Izuku fic is merely self-indulgent, and has a varying degree on being unrealistic.) Izuku still gets bullied and is arguably depressed, but unlike cannon Izuku, he decides to do something about it a LOT sooner. He starts teaching himself self-defense around his first year of middle-school, which catches the attention of Mr. Oguro, his next door neighbor. Mr. Oguro decides to take Izuku under his wing, and teaches him the ropes of self-defense, amongst other things.

Around his second year, Izuku discoveres vigilantes.

Well, more like he's saved by the vigilante Knuckleduster (Mr. Oguro's alter-ego), and Izuku is immediately hooked at the time. When Izuku starts getting into the mix, his first few operations are close, but overall successful. Mama Inko is oblivious, but she's aware that something's up.

Mr. Oguro moves away just before Izuku's third year. He at least tells Izuku goodbye, unlike a certain Hisashi Midoriya.

Luckily, Izuku meets Mei after rescuing her sometime in his third year, and he may have duped her into making... say, a gigantic sword, a high tech scabbard, a grappling hook, and a bulletproof hood? Mei is suspicious, but ultimately complies. Later on, Izuku also buys a new black All M bandana, dark green fingerless biker gloves, and a pair of yellow lensed pilot goggles.

No one is suspect of what Izuku does most nights.

Eventually, Izuku reunites with Knuckleduster (still oblivious of his real identity) and occasionally joins him and the other Naruhata Vigilantes (Pop☆Step and The Crawler) on several occasions. Izuku still saves Katsuki when it comes to the sludge villain incident, and he brushes off All Might's rejection of his dream; Izuku figured it would be his response. All Might doesn't catch up with Izuku in the end, and they end up going their separate ways.

Izuku doesn't go to U.A.; he's kinda given up on being a hero when he's already saving people as a vigilante.

Unfortunately for Izuku, being a vigilante isn't easy. Pro Heroes and the police alike are always after him, he barely sleeps, and he becomes a recluse to anyone who isn't his mother. Eraserhead and Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi are the two most driven individuals for Izuku's case. Eraserhead happens to be passing by an alleyway during the Hosu incident when he notices the vigilante Dekiru saving one of his students from the Hero Killer. In the midst of the battle, Izuku's disguise slightly slips, revealing his bushy green hair and freckles. This is enough for Eraserhead to get Naomasa to run through the database, and the discover Dekiru and Izuku are one and the same. They'd arrest him right then and there, if it wasn't for one thing: his lack of a quirk. The two spend hours upon hours trying to figure out what to do.

Erasehead comes to a decision: Izuku will transfer to U.A. so they can monitor him.

Izuku isn't suspicious when a letter regarding his potential transfer is sent to the Midoriya apartment. To be safe, Izuku fills out the paperwork for the Gen Ed. Department. But then Eraserhead invites Izuku to the Hero Course Summer Camp, and NOW he's suspicious. He brings his vigilante gear as a precaution; Katsuki is not happy to see his former punching bag in the slightest.

Of course, then the Vanaguard Action Squad attacks, leaving Izuku with a difficult decision...

Well, that's all I got!

Hope you enjoyed my AU concepts! I'll post more later. And remember, PLUS ULTRA!

-CrimsonLion (12 March 2019)

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #alternate universe #au #multiverse shenanigans #villain izuku #fem izuku #vigilante izuku #long post

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for the writing ask: 5 6 7 13!

Thank you so much for this, oh my gooood.5. Do you sit down and plan out your worlds or just let them build themselves as you write?It’s kind of both. It started out with me just writing what came to mind and the main arc and driving force of the series just became a thing after writing an entire book already and being halfway through the second. Since my story is set in the real world, I don’t really have much worldbuilding to do in the traditional sense, but the history of the previous generation and especially their relationships with each other is the be al, end all for my series to work. I still don’t plan out everything in detail, but do think a lot about which was the status quo of the mafia clan relationships when the story starts, what has already changed ever since a new mafioso took the place of their father/mother and how their actions during the series affect the relational web.

6. Do you ever meet people and want to write about them?Funfact, a lot of character traits, names, quirks, hobbies or other things of my characters are taken from real life people I met. Ala Ajouri bears the first name of a former lebanese classmate, her last name Ajouri is the one of a former lebanese-syrian classmate. That classmate was also christian, which is why I made Ala a syrian christan. Selim’s first name is also taken from a turkish classmate. His city of birth is Düsseldorf, he loves it and especially the local football club - all due to my older sister loving the city and being a passionate football fan of the Fortuna Düsseldorf. Donella Ramsay’s behaviour as teacher is inspired by an awesome, cool but strict teacher I had in middle school and the subjects she teaches - physics and english - are due to those being the subject’s of my current class teacher, who said that this is a really unlikely combination for a teacher. Soph’s friend Niamh is named after a lady here on tumblr (shout out to @somanyfandomsasdfghjkl ) because is there a better source for Irish names than an Irishwoman? I could probably go on for hours if I’d think hard enough tbh. 7. What kind of environment do you do most of your writing in? Music or no music? Loud or quiet? In private or wherever? I write most of the time sitting at my desk (though I used to write mostly on my bed cuz my desk was to messy to do anything at it). I use music almost all the time I write, choosing a song or songs that match the content and mostly the mood of what I want to write. While being in the day clinic, no eletronics allowed, I wrote without music and actually try that every now and then as well. So that the music won’t influence the tone of the scene, but I am not really sure if that method really is better. I need a quiet atmosphere, outside noises are okay, but no one talking closely to me or in general disrupting noises that don’t blend into the background. That is the main reason I listen to music while writing - to drone out everything else around me. I can practially write everywhere where I can sit, but I heavily do prefer having a table to put my laptop on. When I am writing on paper, a table is undeniably necessary. I often sit in the school media library or, if I have business in the city, the city library to write, but any kind of classroom is good as well. I don’t really care who sees what I am writing, I am a grown woman and have nothing to hide. 13. Are you one of the writers who writes in symbolism and specifically thinks about things like the color of a hat or that kind of thing? Or do you just pick those things at random?I am not Kafka (excellent man, by the way) or Schiller or Lessing. I don’t write a story about a lesson I want to tell, around a deeper, more abstract subject matter, I just write about people and their struggles, about many little lessons you can take from their adventures. My symbolism is usually of rather playful nature, nothing that carries the story but that gives it another layer, which makes those who are knowledgeable chuckle. Salvatore’s life is full of reference’s of Gaius Julius Caesar’s for example (born on the date of Caesar’s death, died on the date of Caesar’s death, was stabbed to death as well and his nickname in Italy was literally Caesar), but that doesn’t mean it is really a plot point. You could see it as omen but even if you don’t get the references, you’ll see very clearly what kind of person he is. Indeed, the most symbolism I put into the nicknames of the current and former Mafioso generation and those are rather reflecting a Character’s behaviour or past instead of being the key to an explanation. To round it up - I don’t do symbolism, I do easter eggs (mostly historical ones at that.)

I love writing about my writing so keep on asking me!

#writing #beareplies #i hope i answered your questions satisfactory #i love to talk about how i write it is such a huge part of my life hnnnnng #storie nostre #come-home-holy-rome

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piteousfangirl · 8 years ago

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Urban Magic Youtubers AU - MatPat - Ghost “I spent most of my life here. Neglecting my family. Neglecting my job. Even neglecting my health. So, this is where I am. It’s not so bad. I still have books I haven’t read and...Well, I’ve met some pretty amazing people in my time here.” Matthew Patrick was at the New York Public Library more often than he was at home. He joked to the researchers and clerks that the books made better conversation than his wife. But there was something that pulled him to the place. The insatiable hunger for knowledge, the night’s spent reading by the dim light of the newly-installed electric lamps, the multiple books he picked up on his way to put one book back on the shelf. It was never enough. And thus, no one was surprised when they discovered his body one morning in that very library. He had climbed up the ladder to retrieve a tome from the highest shelf. He was alone. And with no one to hold the rickety thing in place, he slipped and broke his neck on the wooden floor. The Turn of the Screw lay next to him, presumably the book that lead to his unfortunate demise. But visitors to the library still claim to see him from time to time. Janitorial staff claim that books are strewn about in rooms where no one has been in, students from the surrounding schools jokingly pray for his aid in their studies, and the hyperactive but kindhearted librarian, Stephanie, often speaks of him as if she knew him personally... (Do ghosts count as magic? Well they do now! MatPat is a not-so-spoopy ghost nerd that haunts the New York Public Library and is unable to leave. But don’t pity him. He can interact with anything and anyone that enters...including the computers and internet ;) And yes, Stephanie works there too. She acts as his liaison/secretary to the outside world. funfact: that middle panel is from a goddamn matt post vine I went through 3 4hour long vine compilations to find it.)

#Urban Magic #Urban Magic AU #Urban Magic Youtubers #MatPat #Matthew Patrick #Game Theory #the game theorists

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jacksassypants · 8 years ago

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Oh boy it’s another oversharing meme

I was tagged by @soulfullofold and they said I wouldn’t but I’m JUST petty enough to prove you wrong. In any case here we go:

a - age: 23 and trying my best

b - biggest fear: I mean poverty is a very real possibility at this point since I’m in the arts and in massive debt so like either that or the government doing something awful that fucks up everything real hard. These are the only 2 things that truly stress me out.

c - current time: 00:16

d - drink you last had: Bottles of water all day er’ry day SON get hydrated

e - every day starts with: Me reaching from my bed to my desk and pulling out my phone to use while still partially under the covers

f - favorite song: Fuck dude I’m a music major there’s simply too much shit to choose from/deal with but right now I am digging Fauré’s L’horizon Chimérique which is an amazing set of songs that’s also gonna be on my first Grad recital. Seriously take a listen. You can practically feel the ocean breeze on your face and the sea calmly lapping at your feet. This cycle of 4 songs is a goddamn masterpiece.

h - hometown: Kalamazoo Michigan, which is in fact a real place.

i - in love with: Things being gay. Can’t get enough. Give me more gay.

j - jealous of: People who live in places where they can have pets. GOD DAMN IT THIS APARTMENT DOESN’T ALLOW CATS

k - killed someone: Not a person I killed a silverfish that was in my room for like 3 days and it was basically The Most Dangerous Game

l - last time you cried: The last time I wept real Jesus tears was over a fucking PODCAST that kicked my feelings square in the emotional dick. Of course it was The Adventure Zone but no spoilers.

m- middle name: Matthew. Fucking boring I know. Our entire family recycled the same bullshit 4 religious names and #FunFact my mom said she was very close to naming me Xavier out of spite.

o - one wish: Something along the lines of being able to sustain myself in the arts, a path that is increasingly less likely with each day.

q - question(s) you’re always asked: “What the hell are you doing here?” jk more like “you really sing for a living?” like one dude just straight up didn’t believe me when I said I’m a vocalist and I’m like “Bitch what reason do I have to lie to you? Who hurt you?”

r - reasons to smile: Gay shit, animals, & petty revenge.

s - song last sang: I was in the car and sang the Jazz standard Skylark which is a pretty dope chart.

t - time you woke up: 11:02 is when I officially crawled out of bed after hitting snooze like 2 times.

u - underwear color: Grey/Black for maximum stealth.

v - vacation destination: I’m going to Florida to visit family for spring break but I really just wanna get over to Europe; either London, Germany/Austria, or Italy because OPERA

x - x-rays you’ve had: Exclusively dental, but I’ve gotten the whole suite because I was a patient at a dental school.

y- your favorite food: I’m a slut for candy, but with real food my dad makes some BOMB-ASS egg rolls and they’re kind of amazing.

z - zodiac sign: Scorpio, but I never really agree with any of the Zodiac stuff because I’m supposed to be some sort of hard-ass bitch and boy. Let me tell you I’m not.

i tag: @thatonedumbredhead @martinscorgayse @saddest-rabbit @khakikhakieverywhere and whoever the fuck else.

#about me #me #but seriously listen to the French it is GORGEOUS #This post is an excuse to get you people to enjoy some amazing Fauré like come the fuck at me #reference

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6. do you like them

The door to Yachi’s apartment flew open before you even got to knock on it, your raised hand colliding with the blonde girl’s forehead as she hurried to greet you. Yachi rubbed the spot softly and ushered you inside. Your hand dropped and you quietly apologized, lightly kissing the top of her hair as you kicked off your shoes.

“Is Kiyoko here?” You asked, setting the shoes you had previously worn to the side. Yachi nodded, lightly taking your arm.

“She’s in the bathroom,” She informed you, leading you to the large room. A vanity took up a huge portion of one wall, a wide counter beneath it inlaid with one modest sink and topped with hundreds of different facial products.

Kiyoko was already in her clothes, her hair neatly pushed back as she fixed her makeup. She looked at you through the mirror, a small smile gracing her lips. She set her mascara wand down and turned to you, engulfing you in a long, firm hug. “I missed you,” She said, squeezing your middle lightly.

“I missed you too, babe,” You smiled, reciprocating the gesture. You both pulled away, mimicking air kisses on each cheek like always. “Could you do my makeup for me? You’re so good at it,” You stuck out your bottom lip for a small pout, silently pleading Kiyoko.

The woman agreed with a shrug of her shoulders, turning to Yachi to ask the blonde if she also wanted her makeup done by her. Yachi declined, admitting she could do her own looks. Kiyoko nodded, patting her head and moving her attention fully onto you and making you look as good as you wanted.

It took, admittedly, longer than the three of you had planned to get ready for, but you all looked bomb as hell. So worth it. "Tanaka says he's on his way," Kiyoko says, pulling her hair back as you and Yachi applied the finishing touches to your looks. You simply hum in acknowledgement, pulling out your phone and wiggling it. "Photoshoot while we wait?" You ask, earning smiles from the other girls.

By the time the whole group had arrived at the brunch, you all had taken multiple pictures of each other and made sure to get enough of the outfits to tweet them out. Tanaka parked his car nearby the cafe you had supplied the address for, letting everyone pile out. You immediately found Shoyo and strung your arm with his, walking in pace with the group.

Once you all were seated (and you had all taken even more pictures), you all finally settled into conversation. "So, how has it been living with roommates who are also content creators?" Sugawara asked you, resting his elbows on the table.

"It's a little new, but not much different than when you guys would stay over, or when I lived with you. I'm still not sure what kind of videos and stuff everyone makes, and I haven't spent much time alone with anyone in particular, so it's still kind of awkward to be one-on-one with any of the guys," You rambled a bit, fiddling with your hair nervously. Yachi lightly swatted your hand so you wouldn't ruin the style you had worked so hard on.

"Are you saying you miss us?" Nishinoya asked, leaning over the edge of the table to try and ruffle your hair. You obliged and leaned forward, laughing softly as Sugawara pulled him back into his seat.

"Of course... They don't even do movie nights or anything, they're so boring together," You pouted, looking around everyone. Hinata patted your back comfortingly.

"Good, that means you can't replace us," He declared.

"I wouldn't dream of it," You admitted, smiling. The both of you squinted at each other, suddenly deciding to do a staring contest until, once again, Sugawara reined you guys in. He shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Anyway. Kiyoko, how was your trip?" You asked, turning the topic onto your newly arrived friend. She smiled sweetly, simply informing the whole table of the runways she had participated in, and the designers she had worn.

You awed at how calmly she spoke about it. Fashion shows, runways, all that big world stuff was so common for her, but it awed almost everyone else in the group. Except for Yuu, probably, but you couldn't blame him.

“Hey, Hinata," You turned to the orange-haired male beside you, falling into your own small conversation as everyone else did. You noticed Tanaka and Kiyoko chatting absently, a knowing smile on your lips. You honestly didn't understand why they weren't already dating, considering how much they liked to talk to each other. Before you could forget what you wanted to ask your friend, you looked away from the two. "Have you been talking to Kageyama?" You asked.

"Yeah," Shoyo smiled brightly, twisting his cup in his hand absently. "We don't talk often, he's so dry..." He trails off to pull a face, like he was in agony at the thought of the dark-haired male's texting habits. "But he's not bad to talk to, and we like reminiscing about different stuff from high school," The boy informs you.

"That sounds like him..." You smiled fondly, bringing your straw to your lips to sip your tea. Hinata stares at you for a moment.

"Do you like any of them?" He asks, making you choke on the liquid in your throat. Your cheeks burn as you hit your hand against your chest, coughing up your lung and probably multiple other organs in an attempt to calm yourself. He simply laughs at your reaction, waving away the concern of your other friends. "Well? Is that a yes?" He pressed again.

"No!" You defended, your whole face practically a tomato now. Shoyo only hums, not believing you at all. Damn him for knowing you so well, he shouldn't be your best friend, the little shit.

"Okay, well, I'll make sure to send a... care package, just in case," He says, flashing another bright smile, though this one has sort of mischievous undertones.

"Tanaka and Yuu already gave me pepper spray and a self defense kit," You said, shrugging. "And handcuffs!" Tanaka chimed in upon hearing his name. You nod and look pointedly at Shoyo, as if to say 'see? i'm covered!'

"I meant for if you pursue something with any of them, numbskull," Hinata said, looking away from you to take along drink from his cup. You stick your tongue out at him playfully, shaking your head and instead engaging Tanaka with your attention. The rest of the brunch is mostly uneventful, the conversation easily picking up whenever it was stopped by arriving food or drinks. After you've all had your share and split the bill accordingly (excluding Kiyoko), the group shuffles out of the building.

“Let's go shopping!" Yachi suggests with a clap of her hands, looking at the skeptical faces of the others. "It will be fun, and we can walk off the food we ate!" She added, you took her arm, happily agreeing to her plan along with Kiyoko. After a few more minutes of convincing, the guys agreed to join you three, and the whole group set off for the shopping district nearby.

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funfacts::

kuroo and y/n both take turns being ‘simps’ for each other,, mostly it’s kuroo tho

kenma almost freaked out when kuroo considered cancelling the sushi, bc he has an addiction and is finally able to enable it

hinata monitors y/n’s posts to see which Pretty Boy comments the most and goes Protective Brother Mode if they say anything out of pocket

y/n cannot read maps so she had to ask someone nearby to tell her the address

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