#and I'd like for them to be kept as much as possible. cus its my au

[evelynpr]

BNHA x Alien Stage but idk how to make it work???

Despite all of the complex and intertwined forms of love/admiration/obsession in BNHA's characters, I can't seem to form a fitting Alien Stage AU that fits the base dynamics of alnst's own main four.

Why? Because Himiko Toga is Ivan, Till, and Sua coded all at once. Ivan (unrequited-ish, blood, vampire), Till (aggressive, compulsive, gets sedated), Sua (worshipped love of the mc who dies, scarring her for the rest of her life).

Even if tgck were simply Sua and Mizi, idk who in the world would fit Till because no one in the cast worships Ochako like how Till worships Mizi (Izuku does not). I even considered Ochako as Till who admires Izuku and Himiko as Ivan, but Ochako being that compulsive and open about her feelings like...goes against her character so much so no... Himiko as Till, being obsessed with Izuku as Mizi but not Ochako also doesn't work for me either, because Himiko would like them both, not only one at a time, and that's important to me.

Bkdk as Ivantill is also too easy, but doesn't work either, because their love is so requited to me I can't imagine either as Till. Aka, the one who doesn't look back while obsessing over someone else, because they don't obsesses about literally anyone else but each other and All Might (and not in that way).

For the time being, I'm sticking with Ivantill-Togachako and Mizisua-Bakudeku but no exact roles yet. It's very strange at first glance, I know, but this makes the most sense in my brain.

I even considered dragging Shoto, Iida, Kirishima, or Tsu into this but they don't have enough connections for me to work with either, and not as insane. Sigh what a weird conundrum I'm in...

[namelesstub]

Forgetting your stuff at home

An ADHD thing I've always had problems with is forgetting half my important stuff (money, keys, phone, ect) at home because I had to remember to bring something else too or because I was late.

What I'll be talking about:

1. Why putting it in temporary places doesn't work for me.

2. How I got the idea and what the idea is.

3. What I keep in that bag

4. My solution, how I worked it and some more experiences I've had with it.

5. TLDR for people that dont wanna hear my ramble

1. Why putting it in temporary places doesn't work for me.

Having your wallet or other things in the pockets of your pants might be convenient but sadly I have more then one (1) pair of pants and to search for my stuff every morning that I decide to wear a different ones, is not something I will remember.

And so I've got an easy and actually pretty simple way to prevent that.

2. How I got the idea and what the idea is

It's a bit inspired by my mom, who has all her stuff in her bagpack that she takes everywhere and pretty much never uses a different one.

But because I still go to school (so i have a schoolbag) and I have to decide on the outfit what bag I wear, I had to do this a bit differently.

So I, too, got a bag that I would always wear when going out. It's not a bagpack tho, its is similar to a fannybag, and I wear it on my hip.

In that bag (I lovely call it my everything bag, because I have pretty much everything imaginable in it) is a bunch of stuff that I do need pretty much everytime I go out, just as stuff that maybe I could use sometimes.

3. What I keep in that bag

As an example;

things I need constantly in the bag: Wallet, Keys, Headphones (in ear), Phone (it's not constantly in the bag, but it has a designated place for if I need to put it away)

now, things I keep in my bag that i only need sometimes: brush and mirror combination, my meds and painkillers, eyeliner, pocketknife and multifunction tool, lipbalm, hand cream, one (1) fidget toy

And lastly things I keep in there that I pretty much never use but still wanna keep on hand: usb stick (for school just in case [I have one in my schoolbag too, dont ask]), five (5) lighters (I dont smoke [they were all gifts]), padlock (mostly for if I need a locker at school), magnet (I stole it for a dentist office and it is my treasure), allen key, wrench

4. My solution, how I worked it, and some more experiences I've had with it

So basically my tip to not forgetting your stuff at home is putting it in a bag to always take with you, but what I'd like to make more clear is, use a small bag so you can still wear a back- or shoulderbag when you have to bring more stuff with you.

Get a cool or pretty bag that could count as an accessory and doesn't look out of place. Mine as multiple pockets and places on the outside to which I could clip things when I need to. Some of those places have accessories on them, sometimes I use them for a small waterbottle to hang from and I've got a carabiner on one of the for possible bigger things and in case I need a carabiner. Basically, just have fun with it.

'Course, I still sometimes forget the bag, and then I dont have anything on me (very bad, thankfully doesn't happen often), but that happens a lot less frequently. Since I dont have to worry about forgetting my keys, wallet and stuff, i can use that brain capacity to remember other things (like to bring that school project with me or the birthday gift for the birthday party im going to [has definitely happend before and was very late cus I had to go back to get it])

Somethings that I can't forget, like my ticket or some stuff that i could need, should I forget my bag, I keep in my phone case because forgetting my half pretty much never happens.

5. TLDR:

Because I kept forgetting stuff like my wallet and keys at home, I got myself a small bag that I wear on my hip where all those things are in and stay in at all times. I still sometimes forget the bag, but it happens a lot less frequently.

[taeyungie]

em, how do i possibly accept that i might of lost 5 yrs of friendship because i wanted something more with my best friend? i got the courage to tell him i had feelings for him a few months ago. he admitted he liked me too but he wasn't ready to commit yet, just to take things as they come. i agreed but thinking we were on the same page & that we were only interested in e/o but i found out that wasnt the case. he's been messing with someone else a few months ago, and i got hurt bc its so recent. i asked if it was before or after i confessed & he said before, but i started questioning if that was even the truth cause he kept this hidden, whose to say. so we havent spoken in almost a week. i didnt even get to say why i was upset cause i just got off the phone. but the reason i was hurt is cause i really thought we were only interested in each other and taking things slowly all the while even if we werent committed yet, and the fact that i tell him everything, even when someones in my life for a moment. it gets complicated cus he did have feelings for me before but things happened & i got back with an ex & after we broke up again i figure he didnt have any feelings like that for me anymore and just treated him as friend & not someone who liked me (and he didnt seem romantically interested anymore). so when i did only talk to one other person after my ex, he knew even if it lasted only a month. we talk about our daily lives, but for some reason he just conveniently never mentioned he was messing with someone. it felt intentional. he made me think the only thing he cared about was work and school. i feel a little played. i only made the decision to tell him my feelings cause from what he told me everyday, it didnt seem anyone else was in his life like that. if i had known, i wouldn't have because of this very reason, it's so messy & i didn't want to be option number 2. am i wrong to feel this way? or am i expecting too much from someone that's not even mine?

i think i understand both your and his side, as to why he acted like this. first things first, i want you to know that it's alright to feel hurt when finding out about things like this, especially that he simply hid it from you when as you said you are both used to tell each other everything, I know that hiding things like this is going to sting, because you'll wonder why he didn't want to share this part of his life with you. i think it's not even about "some people just don't like to share private stuff" since i suppose you guys are close enough for it to not be a problem at all, so yeah, it most likely was intentional. but i think you have to understand his side too, knowing he had feelings for you at some point in the past will always carry some sort of baggage even after years pass and you didn't end up together, when you like someone you don't look at them the same ever again, you know what i mean. my point is he saw your reunion with your ex as well as your other, shorter relationship, my first thought was that he was probably hurt and jealous too, he just didn't show it. maybe he didn't want to share that he messed with somebody because it was his distraction from what he didn't want to witness because it hurt him, if what you mean by "messing with" is a relationship he probably didn't treat seriously enough, maybe strictly physical too, we don't know that, and that is also why he told you he is not ready to commit yet, maybe because he tried before and it didn't work so he wants to take things slow with you. you know your best friend the best, but you also have to think rationally and if you need clarification - you're allowed to ask him for it, i'd even say he owes you. i know it feels unbearable, especially the silence after an argument, i know it hurts a lot and brings so much excruciating anxiety, but he's your dear friend, there's probably a lot you guys went through together, sooner or later you will have to talk again, so please tell him anything that is on your mind. you don't have to think this is the end and that there's no way to save your relationship 💓

[leviiackrman]

1, 4, 11, 16, 20, 28, 37, 46, 54, 62, 77, 82, 89 + isla/arthur xoxo

otp: don't wander far (isla + arthur)

1. How did they first meet?

isla owned a bar in Blackwater that was left to her by her late mother, and so when she had to sell half the ownership to keep it afloat she was faced with the most disgusting and abusive man you could possibly think of. she was tired of being his personal property and an escort for her once welcomed customers, so she ran away and straight into Mr. morgan himself who then proceeded to accept her into the Van der Linde Gang (tho she later left the gang for a bit - with permission - to open her own bar again and be a safe base for them anytime. she eventually joins them full time again but its complicated as to why aha)

4. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

generally smooth, tho living on the road makes it tricky for both of them so complications come up more often than they'd like

11. Who is the most physically affectionate?

isla is by far more affectionate, tho I'd say they are equally affectionate with each other when others aren't around

16. Do they enjoy dancing?

yes!!! nights around the campfire end with a little drunken jig together or isla dancing with the other ladies - tho she's not the best dancer, she still enjoys it nonetheless

20. Do they give each other nicknames?

not really, they refer to themselves by their first names mostly, tho on occasion they use their last names in a lighthearted way

28. How often are roadtrips?

often. i mean... its the van der linde gang haha! tho isla is deffo more accustomed to being settled so she enjoys the change of pace once in a while

37. Thoughts on PDA(Public Displays of Affection)?

cheek kisses and walking arm in arm is quite common so they're not opposed to it, but isla prefers their more personal/private moments to be kept that way

46. What do they like the least about each other?

isla hates how he can return to camp looking like he got shat out by a cow and think nothing of it, not to mention how long he goes away for with no indication of when he'll be back. arthur hates how picky she can be sometimes - not in a snobby way, but just a bit fussy if she doesn't like something or is in a bad mood and wants to make it clear

54. What do others think of them dating?

"shes too proper for him" is said often, tho that's complete bollocks because she quickly adapts to the travelling life and doesn't fret too much about being fancy. there's a bit of distrust towards isla at first amongst the other gang members because of her complicated situation but the others soon end up loving her

62. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

john and Abigail!!! abigail really helped isla settle into the camp and they continued to be quite close so whenever she was having issues with Arthur or in general, she would go talk to abigail

77. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

there are probably a few small ones that Arthur never shared but their biggest ones were shared with one another. tho isla hates the part of her life just before meeting arthur and she knows it upsets him to talk about how she was treated so although he knows, she hasn't ever brought it up again since

82. What is an inside joke they have?

oh god my brain has shut off so I can't think of anything funny aha! oh okay here's one : one-time arthur helped isla clean up her bar at the end of the night and took a swig from a half-full bottle of beer cus it was just sat there. it wasn't beer, it was piss. shes never let him live it down

89. How old were they when they got together?

uhhhhhhh hang on *checks notes* - isla is about early twenties when she first meets the gang so when they get together its about a year and a half later haha! don't ask me about Arthur I'm assuming 30 something

OTP QUESTIONS

[thelionshoarde]

if you're still taking prompts: i'd love to see anything from your fight club au!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAY!! Okay, so this is just the first part of this prompt, D; but it was all I have time for today, which is A PITY because the other scenes are full of AWFUL THINGS, and this is mostly just set up UGH. I’ll try and get to the rest of it asap! (Also, you may enjoy knowing: I finished writing this with one hand because Goose was in my lap and wouldn’t stop licking my fingers so I had to surrender one to him or risk a myriad of typos lol)

12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS PROMPT-A-THON, DAY 6 part 1

The noise from the jeering crowd shook dust and dirt from the rafters. But the venue had been cleverly chosen: the abandoned opera house was still structurally sound, and built to keep all volume of noise safely tucked within. No hint of the violent revelry within escaped.

Climbing the gallery stairs Zen felt it rattle his bones; the primal roar of a crowd hungry to see a slaughter. They had paid good money for it, too, based on what Zen had glimpsed of the cash box before he’d been led down a private hallway toward the gallery stairs. Not surprising. As the surplus son of an only moderately wealthy house, Lord Honna could ill afford this venture otherwise.

Money-grubbing sociopath, Zen thought, feeling his lip curl with disgust.

The servant led him to a box near the front, where the stage would be well in view. Dipping a curtsy, she left him to press aside the moth-eaten curtain himself. The light was nearly blinding after the dim hallway. Zen stood still for a moment, blinking rapidly and hand tensed to draw his sword -- before he remembered that he had left it in his carriage, as per the rules. Unease coiled tight about his spine, blood roaring to match the crowd milling below.

“Ah! And so he arrives! Fashionably late, of course. Lord Robin, have you met my dear friend Lord Kestrel? He is new to our type of game, but an avid fan, I assure you. In fact, he has quite the keen eye -- in barely a week he has already picked out and claimed a favorite.”

Lord Honna, prattling on as usual, of course. Zen, eyes now adjusted, turned his attention to the other figure in the box. Short, plump, gowned in rose silk and with a delicate porcelain mask obscuring only a third of her face, blonde curls tumbling loose about her shoulders. A woman of some means if the emeralds at wrist and throat were any indication. In fact --

Ah. That was the heirloom necklace of the Sakuraba House.

It irked him, the way these Lords and Ladies thought they could flaunt themselves so easily, as if they were untouchable. Zen curled his mouth into a parody of a smile, safe behind his mask. At least it made his job easier. If they were all so disgustingly foolish as this he would be done here, and Obi and Shirayuki would be back home, safe.

Zen let the curtain fall shut behind him, extending his hand. “Lord Robin, is it? A pleasure.”

Lady Sakuraba -- one of the younger girls, Zen guessed; he had only met them a few times when he was much younger, as they were cousins, but distant, and without much in the way of titles or land -- laid her gloved hand daintily atop his, allowing Zen to lay a glancing kiss across her knuckles.

He didn’t, merely curling his fingers briefly about hers before dropping them.

“Lord Kestrel,” she said, more abrupt than she’d intended at the slight. Lord Honna did not bother to hide his snicker of amusement. “New, and with a favorite already? How reckless of you. I’d say you’re a betting man.”

Zen hummed, moving further into the box to look out, over the crowd where they spilled their ale and brandy on the rotting wood floor, and at the stage, where a servant was hurriedly mopping blood and sweat from the planks in preparation for the next fight. He said, “I’ve been known to take a gamble once or twice.”

“Careful, Robin,” Lord Honna murmured, his own beaked mask pushed to his brow so he could better utilize the opera glasses he’d brought, as if he’d truly done nothing more than gone out to the theater district for the night. “Lord Kestrel here knows his way around a fighter.”

“Does he? I wouldn’t have guessed.”

There. Toward the back of the stage, near where the wings were hidden: Shirayuki.

Zen’s stomach clenched at the sight of her, heart racing. Even with her hair turned a black, greasy tangle, Zen would recognize her anywhere. Gods, but it was nearly as much a relief to see her as it was an agony. He burned with the need to secret her away from this filthy, awful place. His jaw tensed, shoulders going rigid -- he had to take a deep breath, let it go. If he were the reason this whole charade fell apart then he would never forgive himself. He had to get himself under control.

Lady Sakuraba’s tittering drew him back to his companions. “Oh? Lord Kestrel, are you offended? I meant nothing by it, I assure you.”

“Not offended, no,” Zen said, glancing over at Lord Honna. He was smirking beneath his opera glasses. Leaning back against the railing, Zen mirrored it as best he could, glad his mask hid the faint sheen of sweat and flush of excitement on his face; and better, his expression, no doubt full of frustration and longing. So he said, deflecting, “Simply bored. Do you want a wager or don’t you, Lord Robin?”

“My, Lord Sparrow. Your friend is rather to the point, isn’t he?”

A clamor began below, the crowd rousing itself from high spirited murmurs to excited cheers. The next fight was about to begin. Zen looked back toward Shirayuki, and fought to keep his body loose as Obi, too, came into view. A slender knife flickered dangerous between his fingers, there then gone.

“He’s used to getting what he wants,” Lord Honna drawled.

Hardly. If Zen was used to getting what he wanted then Obi wouldn’t be about to fight -- possibly to the death, if the bodies they kept fishing out of the river were any indication -- for entertainment.

“A wager, or no?” Zen grit out, sorely missing his sword.

Lady Sakuraba sniffed, annoyed. “A wager. Just what are you willing to bet on your favorite, hm?”

Zen considered, lost to the stage, to the way Obi looked shirtless beneath the light, scars and half-healed cuts and crusted scabs on display, the crowd teeming with its own last minute bets, wild at the sight of him. Zen remembered the taste of him, the way Obi’d fallen apart beneath him -- and how much it had hurt to have him like that, as if he meant nothing more than conquest.

He curled his fingers tightly around the carved banister, and said, “Everything.”

“Really,” Lady Sakuraba trilled. “Then it’s winner’s choice, I suppose.”

“Witnessed.” Lord Honna dropped his opera glasses, leaning back to give Lady Sakuraba a look full of thinly veiled humor. “I’m sure your companions must be wondering where you’ve gone. Wouldn’t want to miss the next fight either, hm? After all, you have quite a lot riding on it. Winner’s choice.”

“The next fight? But Tomo is Lord Finch’s favorite! And -- and the other --”

“Nanaki,” Lord Honna grinned, saying the name with relish in time to the now-chanting crowd. “Nanaki is Lord Kestrel’s favorite. Perhaps you should have asked before you wagered, hm?"

Hearing him say Obi’s alias was startling enough, still, that Zen jerked back from where he’d been leaning over the edge, half-turning to look at them.

Blood drained swiftly from Lady Sakuraba’s face. Her mask, delicate and designed to reveal as much of her pretty features as possible, did little to disguise her sudden pallor. Her rouge only accented it. It was satisfying, actually, watching the way this creature was brought so low, so quickly, when she had thought herself so safe. Untouchable.

Watch me knock you all down, Zen thought, and allowed himself to grin at her, hungry in a way that was all anger and fear and impatience.

He said, “That really is a lovely necklace, Lord Robin.”

Hand fluttering up to the emerald resting at the hollow of her throat, Lady Sakuraba swallowed, hard. Lord Honna, as if cued, piped in: “It is, isn’t it? But it would look much better on Nanaki’s throat, don’t you think? It’s about time you gave your favorite a collar, after all. Priceless emeralds aren’t a bad choice.”

“Mm,” Zen agreed. “Not a bad choice at all.”

Lady Sakuraba’s fingers convulsed around the emerald, the diamond studded strand glittering in the light at the movement.

Below, the bellow of the crowd indicated first blood. Zen turned toward the stage, eyes seeking Obi, desperate to see that it wasn’t his blood decorating another’s blade.

It wasn’t. Zen sucked in a sharp breath, knees nearly weak with relief to see the slow drip of blood as it slid from Obi’s blade, just as golden eyes scanned the gallery, seeking,  seeking. Despite himself, Zen held his breath until they found him, recognition tightening the angles of Obi’s face.

“Well,” Lord Honna said, leaning against the banister beside him. “This should be good.”