#but it feels so clique i dont know if i can handle it

[domesticated-pirate]

Starting to think that a solo trip to Paris might be what I need to fix my broken heart

[calciumdeficientt]

Hiii, these are some headcanons for @namranii ‘s oc Harin Kim! I wanna take a brief moment to fangirl over her because she is sosososo cute, I’ve got a huge soft spot for bully ocs, everyone always puts so much love and care into themmmm ugh i LOOOVE the bully fandommmmmm. Anyway…

HARIN KIM HEADCANONS

One of the oldest and wisest members of the greaser clique, I feel like all the advice she gives is pretty sage, despite her outwardly delinquent personality.

Very family oriented, even if its found family, she seems to be pretty likely to play den mother for the greasers. She knows what they’re capable of but she also knows their limits, that’s a good friend to have. The clinginess pays off, especially if her friends are feeling a little down on their luck, it’s nice to know that there’s always someone in their corner.

Puts the least possible effort into her hair and it looks absolutely flawless every time, even if someone tries to mess it up it just seems to fall back into an even better hairstyle, this is genuinely frustrating to other students who put a LOT more effort into keeping their hair nice. Harin is just immune to school air.

Uses a CD Walkman in the shop when she’s working on her bike, she illegally makes mixtapes and burns them onto cds with little doodles on the front. She has literally hundreds, including full torrented albums. Are you having a party? Harin is your girl for illegal party CDs

Absolutely DOMINATES in art class, not that its a competition, but if it was... She’d definitely win.Harin probably gets a lot of shit from other teachers for her incessant margin doodles but Miss Philips absolutely loves her creative spirit and genuine talent for drawing, its nice to see a student treating art class seriously instead of just a blowoff to draw dicks or make out in the supply closet.

Watches the sunset every single night, she will literally make her plans around the sunset so she doesnt miss it. It was a little tradition she started to make herself smile when she was a scared little freshman but she kept the tradition going up until her senior year. Norton quite likes the sunset too so sometimes they’ll share a smoke and sit on the roof to watch the sun go down over bullworth.

Does pretty well on her own if she’s not got any other greasers lingering around, the only clique that really give her any trouble is the preps and they’re pretty easy to take down. A leg swing can get them on the floor in no time… even then the preps dont go as hard on her as they could, Bif tries to keep them in line. That poor, poor lovesick puppy. Another huge help is the fact that she’s in Russell’s good books. No one in their right mind would even dream of starting something with Russell… well apart from Jimmy but he’s always gonna be a bit of a loose cannon.

Harin seems like a pretty amicable person, she’s got one of those faces that just makes you feel so safe. She’s like, genetically friendly looking if that makes sense. She’s so beautiful it makes you feel bad for even bumping her in the hallway. Not that she can’t handle herself, quite the opposite as i mentioned above but it just…. Feels wrong to whale on someone so beautiful, even if she’s trying to start something.

[storm-driver]

okay you enabled me, the chekov's gun is being fired.

SO, I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE CORPSE AU GOING INTO THIS FIC, which is the au about how danny walked out of the portal accident as the half-ghost/full-ghost kid, but his human body had distinctly been left behind and was decimated. i did not know this concept had been an entire other idea, so when i read "corpse au" in the tags, i didn't fuckin know what that was and just shrugged. i forgot about it immediately.

imagine my god damn surprise when danny starts talking about something he buried in the backyard and now i'm O_O HEY DANNY??? the whole premise RATTLED me on top of a fic that was already making me floored 100% of the way. the way i verbally went "WHOA HEY" at 2 am as i read those words was an experience i cannot fucking recreate, no matter how hard i try.

i thought i'd be super squeamish with regards to the actual vivisection parts. but it was surprisingly handled in a way that only got me feeling disturbed. my body felt disgusted a little bit, just thinking about the visual of it all. i won't lie and say i DIDN'T feel revolted. but that was the entire point. i was horrified, and oddly enamored. i didn't want it from a moral standpoint, but as an idea? as the angst demon i embrace myself as??? holy shit, i really just found a new clique. it only took me 20 years.

i speedread this whole thing overnight and into my workshift in the morning. i was running a checkstand as a cashier and just vividly remembering the stuff i read and what my tired mind had created as an image in my head. i was so quiet because i was thinking back so much on the idea and the author's execution. i felt like i was going INSANE? i almost felt scared myself if only because i had been that invested and sleep-deprived that my anxiety was just going off over it. it was such an insane experience that i do not hate for happening, but man do i regret going to work to deal with that aftermath omf

im already finding myself rereading parts because im still floored by the descriptions, by the choices, the dialogue at points. the images being painted in my head alone. it's got me by the neck and i feel like ive been rattled in a cage.

the delirium of reading something so interesting after only grazing the fandom-wide topic for the longest time is such a bizarre feeling. to anyone else in the fandom that's just been exposed to this stuff for so long, this probably doesn't grab them quite as hard as it's grabbed me. but i deliberately avoided vivisection and gore for the longest time because i felt the teeniest bit squeamish.

and now im staring at it with wide eyes, and the trajectory of my life just changed. not in a way that's gonna send me careening over a cliff, but in a way that's gonna guide my creative decisions and make me REALLY think about stuff a different way.

i can't even begin to explain the specific things that got me so good because my mind is a muddled mess of everything i just felt for the past 16 hours, and i dont think there's an easy way for me to sort through those feelings in mind without just splaying them all over a table and trying to piece it together. which is lowkey what im doing rn. im trying to think about specifics, and all that's coming back to me are those moments on the dissection table. it's insane how this has hijacked my mind.

im losing it, as you can see, sorry for literally exploding in the reply, but OH MY GOD

guy who just read his first vivisection fic

[cherry-nachimbong]

sibling hcs ~ eleven + will

a/n: oh hey guys,,,,i’m back from the dead and currently obsessed with stranger things

i feel like we dont get enough wileven content without mike so these are meant to take place in that span of time between the end of s3 and beginning of s4 here u go

after living with each other for almost a year

it’s safe to say that el and will have fallen into a comfortable brother + sister dynamic

they weren’t exactly close back in hawkins

and will almost resented her for stealing his best friend

but how could he hate her

el’s still learning a lot about how the real world works

he got protective right away when angela and her clique started teasing her

but el convinced him to let it be, she can handle it herself

so he supports her the best he can while staying out of it

will helps el test her powers in the shed(just in case they’ve come back overnight)

and when it doesn’t work, they eat eggos till they’re ready to yak

el always keeps her door open three inches, out of habit

some nights will crawls into bed with her when he’s had a nightmare of the upside down

since they’ve shared that experience they can comfort eachother better than anyone else

they also share clothes

“what? no we don’t-hey is that my shirt??”

it’s just that he loves to wear plaid button ups just like the ones hopper used to have

“uhhhh we’re late for first period let’s go”

“JANE”

he only calls her that when he’s joking-around mad or at school

the rest of the time she’s el

she’s been pestering will for weeks to tell her who he likes

because she just knows he’s crushing on someone

but he can’t tell her

“i will find out eventually, you know”

oh, the woes of falling for your sister’s long distance boyfriend

but this isn’t about mike

anyways

el cutting her bangs over the bathroom sink while will sits on the counter supervising

(joyce had a fit, but eventually decided they look good on her)

will introducing el to the clash just like jonathan did with him

apparently el really likes rock

you can now find her screaming in her room to the chorus of call me by blondie

*will banging on the other side of the wall* JANE WILL YOU SHUT UP I’M TRYING TO WORK HERE

*el just turns the radio up louder*

midnight snacks on chocolate pudding, the kind that comes in a can

it reminds them of hawkins and what it would have been like if el went to school with the party

giggling around the corner while joyce interrogates a sky-high jonathan on his whereabouts for the past two days

he’s paid them both $2 to cover for him

will says the lighting is better in el’s room during certain parts of the day

so she’ll let him paint at her desk while she lies on the bed with her sketchbook

he was so excited when he found out she liked at draw as well

will’s been more into painting, lately, so he lets her use his colored pencils and charcoal

they don’t fight often

but when they do it’s over something stupid or just because one is tired and annoyed

two hours after they’ve finished yelling el knocks on will’s door with a tub of strawberry ice cream and two spoons

and all arguments are forgotten

[something-tofightfor]

You absolutely don't have to answer this if you're not comfortable, and I mean this genuinely so I am sorry if it comes off as offensive or rude,

But how do you handle seeing your mutuals who are writers all constantly support each other and their content on each others blogs, but absolutely none of them ever support you, your work, or even read or acknowledge it even though you know they see it? I'm not insinuating anything about you please know that,

Ive just followed you for a while and I know you've talked about treatment from other blogs and writers sometimes being unfair. I'm just struggling right now a lot seeing blogs and mutuals all talk about certain content on here and then completely have ignored your own work that fits some of the criteria they're looking for.

Again if ive made you comfortable I am so sorry you absolutely shouldn't answer this if you dont like what or how Ive said something. I just don't know if im alone in watching your own mutuals in ignoring your work even though you know they've seen it and you support all of theirs.

Like one of my non tumblr friends was like "just send it to them". Like no I don't want to shove my work in peoples faces, I don't like the demand of people interacting with your work,

I just don't know if im being overly sensitive by feeling disheartened, when being ignored by other writers who are your mutuals on the work I'm so proud of. I just see a lot of talk from them about support small creators, but I'm sure they've never even glanced at my own work and it sucks to see fellow writers almost disregard you for the familiarity of each other.

Hey, anon! of course I'll answer. Most of it will be under a cut, but first:

There's absolutely nothing wrong with feeling sensitive about and disheartened by the fact that something you worked hard on doesn't get the visibility/attention that you want it to. It sucks when you're proud of something and you feel like no one else "gets" it or cares.

You have every right to feel that way - and I'm sorry that that's the case for you.

If you'd ever like to send me your stories/chapters etc, please feel free to link me in a message if you don't feel comfortable doing so publicly - I may not get to them right away, but I will definitely make time.

Here's the rest of your answer.

I'll be honest - breaking into any fandom is a really daunting thing, but the Pedro fandom is EXTREMELY difficult for most people because of the cliques that already exist on here and on discord.

People can say all they want that these groups don't exist and that everyone should "support small creators" but the truth is that a lot of them don't unless that small/new/emerging creator presents a benefit to them in some way - like it seems you're doing by reblogging and interacting with them in the way you've described while getting very little in return when it comes to your own work.

Am I guilty of having a circle? Yes. Is it the popular circle? Not even close. People tend to stick with what and who they know because it's easier - and I can't really blame people for wanting to interact with their friends. And from what I've seen, some people on Tumblr are actually offline friends, too, which makes their online interactions a whole different level of comfortable, which is something that won't ever change.

I admit that I always seem to go back to the same writers and creators for familiar content - but I'm always on the lookout for new writers and stories and plots and friends. That's what being online and using sites like Tumblr and AO3 is about.

In fact, last December, I specifically chose 12 or 13 (I can't remember how many) one shots to give super detailed reviews and attention to and my only stipulation (aside from being something I wanted to read) was that the post had to have under 100 notes for me to add it to the list. I'm not what I consider a "large" blog, but I wanted to highlight some lesser-known and circulated stories for the people that do follow me - because I know what it's like to meticulously write 10k and get 20 notes while someone that wrote a 1k drabble in an hour gets 300 just because it gets passed around in the "right" circles.

I'm terrible about reading and reblogging things - I know this. But I always try to at least leave a like and a quick comment on stories or posts or ideas that I read even if I don't have the time or energy to do a full reblog. Because when I reblog things, it's like an endorsement of that story or art, and I don't want to half ass it. People took the time to write or draw or create something, and I want to take the time to let them know what I think.

Because you know what? As nice as it is to know that someone reblogs something, an empty reblog doesn't tell me what they liked about it. It doesn't tell me that they truly LOOKED at it. I know there are some people that just hit the reblog button without even LOOKING at the content of the post when it's someone important to them posting ... and that's empty feedback to me.

A like without a comment (to me) means that they saw the post and might come back later and read it or reblog it - or maybe not. At least I know it's getting out there to people - and in a lot of cases, likes come from people I don't follow, so I can see that different people are finding my writing, you know? People say likes are meaningless and I get it because it's not new eyes or more eyes ... but it tells me that people are in fact seeing my work - even if they have nothing else to add.

That isn't saying that I don't appreciate that kind of interaction and sharing, because of course I do - it means more people might see it again later and choose to interact ... but it still isn't true FEEDBACK. Even adding a single tag to it that says "i love this" or "fantastic writing" or "what a plot!" tells me that the person read it and chose to share and found something that they really enjoyed.

But that brings me to another one of your points: even if you're friends or mutuals with someone, that doesn't mean that you're going to like everything that they post - and it doesn't mean they will like or read everything YOU post. And that's fine.

Just because you follow someone or they follow you it doesn't mean that you are OBLIGATED to interact with or share all of their work.

It doesn't even mean that you need to CONSUME all of it. I don't read for specific characters and so when my friends and mutuals post about them ... I'll either ignore it or give it a like and move on. It's that simple.

Admittedly, I don't follow many people - even though I 'check in' on them all the time. I like to keep my dash streamlined so I don't miss the content I really like seeing. So when people reblog their work over and over multiple times a day to answer a comment with a single word reply, I miss other things - things that I haven't seen fifteen times already in the span of 24 hours. (the Tumblr equivalent of a meeting that could have been an email is a reblog that could have been a comment/private message)

Reblogging your own work is encouraged - and a ton of people do it, so again I know I'm in the minority when it comes to that. But for everyone that's turned off by sheer interaction numbers on some more popular posts, I guarantee that in a lot of cases, the majority of those comments and reblogs are from the OP, so the numbers are skewed (which is a problem on its own and i think that tumblr should have a feature that doesn't include OP reblogs/comments in the overall notes numbers but since it can't even make tags work properly that's a longshot).

For example, there was a post last week that I clicked on and the OP was responsible for like 2/3 of the reblogs and 50% of the comments on the post - so that's something to think about.

So I follow a small number of people, and have a running list of other accounts that I check on throughout the week, and use the search tags function to find new writers that I might not have otherwise seen/interacted with. And that works sometimes, but since the tags don't always show up, it's frustrating... and I'm sure I miss a ton of things that get posted.

I also don't like sending my work to people without asking - so I very rarely self promote. I know a lot of people don't mind when people do and my hesitation is a personal thing - so I think a good way to go about that is to maybe try tagging some people in your posts and saying something like "Tagging a few people that I thought would be interested" even if they aren't mutuals - and the worst someone can do is ask you not to tag them again. (Which very few people do on here because they don't like confrontation).

I think that part of being a writer and wanting to share your work is about putting yourself out there. And it's the same here or when you're trying to get published or if you're trying to promote yourself on social media; what you release is going to either hit ... or it won't. Some people will love it and others will ignore it. The assholes will send you mean comments to make themselves feel better.

The important thing is that you write for yourself. You write the things that you want to see and read, and even if the number is small, there will be people that enjoy it, too. Some people are just more vocal than others. Some groups of people are more vocal with their support than others, and if you're deeply in the middle of those groups, or you follow/interact with those groups on a regular basis, it can be overwhelming because it's all you see.

Set boundaries for yourself - what you're going to write and what you're going to reblog and how you're going to interact with people. Online friendships are a transactional relationship in a lot of cases, and the true nature of them can be really difficult to understand/navigate when you're interacting with a stranger.

But it's important to think about their POV, too. They truly may not see when you tag them in things, depending on how many blogs they follow or how many notes/activity alerts they're getting. They might not see your messages or comments. I want to believe that very few people on here are outright choosing to be assholes and straight up IGNORING when people tag them in things or post things ... and maybe it's easier said than done, but that's my thought on it all.

TL;DR: It sucks when people that say they want to support the writing or art community only support a small fraction of it when it seems like they themselves have a ton of support coming from all angles.

It hurts when you put in effort to interact with people and they brush it off in order to interact with a smaller circle on a consistent basis and keep you on the sidelines.

It hurts when you reach out to people and feel like they aren't reaching back or that they don't want to reach back and you don't know why.

I have a lot more thoughts on all of this but it's a novel and I need to stop so that I can go watch more episodes of Midnight Club. If you ever want to talk, anon, please know I'm here - and that means on anon through messages like this, through a DM or even through Discord, if you have it.

Hope you have a good night and a good rest of your weekend!

[emeraldskulblaka]

Regarding the whole Robert Hallow and the Holy Men incident: I have received a number of asks from anons attempting to explain what happened. I decided to publish them under a “read more” to avoid clogging up people’s dashes.

tl;dr: I feel like everyone overreacted. The whole situation hasn’t been handled sensibly and I can only repeat what I’ve said before: set and respect boundaries, especially when it comes to celebrities of any kind.

Make sure to check the reblog(s) for more, and do not send me any more asks concerning this whole issue. I'm not part of any Discord group and didn't ask to be involved in any of this.

The post responsible for my involvement (check notes) x

Previous asks: x x x

Ask #1

The tad/rhathm discords dont have the exact same mods but theyre all part of the mod/inner circle clique on the tad server and are 'high up' in their social circles. I've seen several occasions where they've pressured others not in the clique to delete tweets @'ing the band in incredibly innocuous things and actively discouraging people tweeting asking abt Ruin in the name of "joey has anxiety" "dont pressure the band" "respect what you get from them". And yet they were deep in Robert's dm's the whole time 🧐 and follow anyone related to the band on ig including Joey's sister?? I honestly can't say I'm surprised it came to this because they clearly thought they were exempt from whatever boundaries they over-enforced with everyone else irt communicating with the band and its members and got upset when those boundaries got put back in place. (Sorry for the rant lol it all just seems so shady).

Ah, thank you for the clarification regarding the mods! While I don’t think following people on Insta is inherently bad, it’s important to respect rules you expect others to follow as well, no double standards. And in general, artists need to know how to deal with pressure from fans. Obviously, fans should respect boundaries, but a certain degree of professionalism can and must be expected (especially from Joey, who is the biggest “celebrity” of all of them. So yes, don’t bully people, guys, and don’t talk over them.

Ask #2

Re -RH the mods for the Discords aren't the same [I am in both].

Re - the TAD discord 'gaslighting' a small number of fans were told off for trying to dm the band directly when changes were made on the discord -

The change was removing a cursed channel that made people uncomfortable

A group then kicked off that it wasn't fair they couldn't post what they wanted and the word gaslighting was thrown around.

I dont participate in either because of all this mess

Gaslighting seems to be people’s favourite word atm even though nobody knows what it actually means -.- yeah, it’s a mess.

Ask #3

I was in the rhathm server and what happened was at some point someone came to the mods with accusations of gaslighting and manipulation and abuse. The mods decided they were uncomfortable with him being there and kicked him out and decided to close the server. They put up a message (which he couldn’t see, he was gone by then) saying they were closing the server and said they wouldn’t give details on what happened based on respect for the victim and the victim’s safety. Then Robert posted the crying video. And then he posted another video where he publicly outed the full first and last name of the victim who was trying to remain anonymous. Which was taken down by instagram pretty quick because a bunch of people reported it because of that. Which is when he made the “my side of the story” post. An artist then came to forward in the discord with stuff about him taking advantage of and not paying artists the way he should. There wasn’t really hate in his insta comments and he didn’t have access to anything in the discord since before the message that it was closing went out. There wasn’t any hate for him before either, everyone in the discord loved him. So i don’t know if there was a lot of hate in his insta dms or something but probably not? I don’t know where he was seeing all the hate he talked about. No one was telling him to delete everything or to stop making music or stopping anyone from making another discord. He just went and deleted everything of his own accord. This was just the discord closing and he blew everything way out proportion imo. And yeah it does look kind of bad from outside the server because all anyone else has seen is that everything is deleted and maybe what Robert said about his side of the story and him crying. But unless the victim herself decides to come forward and publicly tell her side of the story, which she shouldn’t be forced to do, then that’s all there is really is for the moment. (he does have someone there with him btw, his fiancee, so he’s not alone if you’re concerned for him)

Oh damn, they really did overreact, huh? I wasn’t aware of the video in which they outed that person, but that’s horrible and extremely unprofessional. I didn’t see hate geared towards them anywhere either, that’s why I was so confused yesterday afternoon - it all seemed to come out of nowhere. So thank you for the input - I have no clue about anything, so I’ll leave it at that. And yeah, I noticed another person present in one of their Insta videos, so I wasn’t overly concerned ;)

[cruelfeline]

To me She-Ra is a very weird show in that it markets itself as a action adventure show with a target audience of 7-11 + and up. However the main audience seems to consist of people in their late teens-20's-30's. The messages of the show dont seem to align with the audience - with things like War and Religious trauma being discussed along with themes of forgiveness and friendship - but every character ends up romantically paired by the end. I don't know of any children who actually watch the show

But I would love to know what the actual target audience (namely children) think of the characters and what they think the show's themes are supposed to convey. As an adult who watched she ra, it seems like the show has over lapping themes but narratively it doesn't follow through. For example the show didnt take its backdrop of war seriously - it shows Hordak and Catra destroying salineas (hinting at murder) but has Mermiata moping in a bathtub. It shows the princesses being ableist to Entrapta

But then has Entrapta be the one to apologize for basically being autistic / differnet. The show has themes of the cycle of abuse via SW - Catra and Catra - Adora but then has Catra (barely) apologize and everything is fine? Its feels like the show goes to great lengths to shove in as many themes/messages as possible but then doesn't portray the other side. Ex: what would have happened if Catra apologized to Glimmer + Co properly and they didnt accept it and that was a lesson catra had to learn?

I think there are a few different factors to address within your words, anon.

The first being the intended age of the audience. With SPoP... I honestly don’t know that there is a real intended age. The thing with this show is that, by virtue of being what it is, it’s going to naturally have a wide range of ages watching it. This is due to it being a reboot. You’re going to get the young kids, sure. But then you’re also going to get the queer teens hungry for rep. You’re also going to get the queer adults hungry for rep because they didn’t have it when they were the age of the teens. And then those adults are going to have overlap with the ones watching it because it’s a reboot of a show they watched during their childhoods.

So just by design, the show ends up attracting a wide variety of ages. And I feel like that is reflected in the very different levels of seriousness it provides regarding its content. Some things are more geared towards younger kids: the banter, the action-adventure combat. Some things are geared towards teens: the relationship dynamics between Catra and Adora come to mind (though how appropriate that is given the abuse... ehn... I won’t go into it in this post). And some things are really geared towards the adults; Hordak and Entrapta, to me, are really geared towards the adults watching (though they can be enjoyed by all!). 

All of this gives the show a wide appeal, but it does make it kind of “weird.” It provides inconsistency in how serious things are. My answer to this, personally, is to try to identify what the show is really trying to say - the messages it’s trying to send - and take those parts of the show seriously.

The show isn’t really sending a message about imperialism or war or colonization, so while those things can be explored in fandom, they’re unlikely to be protrayed super-seriously in canon. Hence: Mermista eating ice cream in a bathtub while her kingdom burns. 

The show is sending messages about abuse and choosing one’s own destiny and forgiveness and self-worth. Hence: Catra’s relationship with Shadow Weaver is a serious matter. Adora’s issues with her destiny is a serious matter. Hordak’s... pretty much everything is a serious matter. And I do think that the show does a pretty good job of portraying those things seriously.

There is also the glaring issue of the show really being something of a Catradora Delivery Device: some of its shortcomings are a direct result of that. Things like Catra developing her relationship with Glimmer, for example, are cut short or cut out because we need to reach that Catradora smooch endgoal. Which, depending on what you’re looking for in the show, is either fine or a major disappointment. 

Now, the final thing: Entrapta’s treatment. This I sort of separate from everything else because, as far as I can tell/have been told by various autistic fans, it seems to be a function of the writers just not knowing how to gracefully handle ableism. It’s not that they’re trying to send a particular message; it’s that they’re too poorly-versed in the subject to realize that Bow lecturing Entrapta on needing to try harder in friendship while she’s actively dying in front of him is Not Good. Or that Perfuma leashing a grown adult woman is Not Good. Or that Entrapta pretty much has to cater to all of these clique-ish princesses who barely seem interested in her happiness at all just to form a shallow “friendship” with them. These issues are, to me, less a result of target ages or picking and choosing messages and more a result of the writing staff not being equipped to handle this in a satisfactory manner.

But that’s all just my opinion, on all of the above! Certainly it’s not written in stone.

[violetnotez]

My Hero

Pro Hero! Red Riot x Reader

I havent seen much for Pro Hero Red Riot so I thought Id mine as well give it a shot! This is a rewrite of one of my older fics so I hope its a little better than the last :)

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Genre: Angst (ish) to Fluff

Word Count: 2500+

Warnings: Catcalling, cussing

Summary: When you decide to leave your neglectful date and walk home, your met with a drunken idiot who cant seem to understand the meaning of “No”-until the hero Red Riot comes to save the day.

One Shot

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Why did I ever think this was going to be fun,” you thought miserably, the chilly night air biting your exposed skin.

Parties were never your “thing”, since nobody really invited you. It wasn’t because you were hated at your school or were an outcast; it was  just you didn’t care to belong to a ‘clique’. You were a roamer, being a friend to anyone who was nice and social enough to talk to you, but you never became to the level of close friends with any of them. So, when you had been invited to go to a house party by one of your guy friends who was a little bit popular, you were more than just a “little” shocked. You were completely confused on why, but you shrugged it off and just decided to go. How bad could it be?

Very bad, more than you had expected, and now you were cursing at yourself for even agreeing to be his date. He decided to take you with a group of his old high school friends, who were the definition of a typical “Popular” group of high school: a bunch of lip glossed cheerleaders and crazy sports fanatics. It would’ve been tolerable to be around such a group if your “date” was polite enough to pay attention to you, but he had ran off to be idiots with all his football buddies, leaving you defenseless with the slightly air headed cheerleaders.

You were seriously itching to rip out your hair from frustration all night.

When two hours of having to deal with high pitch squeals from girls who would laugh at anything the guys would say finally hit, you were thoroughly annoyed and grossed out and wanted to go home. You tracked down your date, told him you were leaving, and walked yourself home, politely declining his offer of driving you home.

You had just passed what looked like another house party, the music pumping through the windows as people came in and out of the house, stumbling and dancing around with no care in the world.

To say you were mad was an understatement. You were exhausted from having to act like you were enjoying yourself so you didnt look like a whiny prick, mad that you had actually used up your money (and was now broke) on a dress and a pair of shoes you’d never wear again, and a little hurt your “date” just left you to fend for yourself with his buddies’ dates all night.

You were so frustrated at yourself and the whole situation, you almost didn’t hear the person behind you.

“Hey hottie, where ya going lookin like that?”

You whipped around, the slurred voice making your blood run cold.

The guy in front of you was definitely intoxicated, his overly gelled hair slicked back, his polo untucked and a red cup in his hand. His face was plastered with such a smug smile, it made you want to cringe from disgust. This guy was a total creep.

“Buzz off,” you gave him a dirty look, mustering your face to look menacing when on the inside you were terrified.

“Playing hard to get, huh, babe? I like that,” the drunken idiot walked closer, his drink sloshing out of the cup and the stink of alcohol and sweat hitting you, making you feel dizzy.

“No,” you walked backwards quickly in fear, “Im trying to get away from you! Now go to back to your party and leave me alone.” You pleaded the last part, wishing you could break out in a run but knew you’d hurt yourself on your shoes. 

He was getting too close for comfort. You could now see clearly the stitching of the emblem on his polo, a bright cherry red. HIs breath was suffocating you, making it harder to breath. You looked around desperately for any way out.

“Why dont you come inside, baby- you’ll definitely want to stay here once your alone with me,” the drunken idiot licked his lips, making you shiver in disgust.

“What the hell!” you gasped in shock, pushing him away from you. “Get the hell away from me you creep!” you yelled, hoping somebody would hear you as you frantically walked backwards, trying a last ditch attempt to shake this creepo off as he drunkenly groped for your arm.

“Whats your deal?!” the man yelled accusingly, as if you were in the wrong and stumbling closer to you. “Why are you being such a bitc-”

“I wouldnt finish that sentence if I were you.”

You looked up quickly, your eyes still wide with terror as you searched for the source of the voice. Your gaze fell upon a boy wearing a plain gray hoodie, with spiky hair as red as a cherry. His eyes were dark, slanted in a mad glare. He looked as if he was going on a night run, and you felt relief flood your body- somebody heard you and was willing to help.

“What the hell dude, mind your own damn business-!” the drunk yelled out in anger, but then he paused, and something strange happened- the man actually looked scared. ‘Wait...I know that hair...your the hero Red Riot, right?” he said with a mix of awe and terror, turning sober for the span of .2 seconds.

“Huh, so you do have a brain? Wouldn’t have guessed that!” he laughed, a feeling of safety warming your body- a Hero was saving you-and a great one at that! You remembered that name instantly- you had seen Red Riot all the time on TV, sporting that signature red, spiky hair everywhere he went. He was always fighting some villain with that amazing Hardening quirk of his, and you had always taken time to admire his costume (and his amazing body). He was pretty young for a hero, around his early 20′s, but was already being described as one of the “Best Debuting Heroes” of that year. 

The drunk man stood there, his groggy mind trying to understand the insult. You took that time to make a run for it- you shoved him again, his drink spilling all over his shirt as you ran towards your savior.

“Dude, what the hell!” he sputtered as he looked down at his now beer soaked shirt.

Red Riot instantly protected you once you got close enough to him, shielding you with his body from the idiot in front of you two. “You gotta admit,” Red Riot said, a laugh spilling out of his lips, “you kinda deserved that. Its not cool to keep pushing on a girl if she says “no”, man.” 

The drunken man’s face turned red from anger and embarrassment. 

“Ya know what, he yelled, “I dont give a damn if your a hero, I’m gonna beat your ass into the ground!”

The drunken idiot threw his cup on the floor, sprinting up to the hero and throwing him a punch aimed for his head.

You gasped, not expecting something so reckless and violent to happen so quickly. Red Riot instantly blocked, though, as if it was a reflex, his hardening quirk making his arm jagged like a mountain cliff.

“Hitting a hero! That wasnt very smart,” Red Riot replied calmly, as if amused. You watched the drunk’s face contort in shock, and then into panic as Red Riot swung a matching punch to his face, knocking him out cold. 

Kirishima looked down at the man in distaste- he hated scumbags like this, who treat others like property and expect rewards for being aggressive. To be honest, he’d loved to do more than just one lousy punch on this idiot but- he was a hero, and heroes didn’t abuse their powers. If he did, he’d be just as bad as this creep.

He sighed, giving one last look to make sure the drunk was breathing and okay-which he was- and turned to the startled girl behind him.

“You alright miss?” Red Riot asked softly, concern in his voice.

You turned sharply, your hair flipping away from your face as you looked up at the hero, your chest hurting from the fear you were feeling moments before.

You looked at him in shock and awe- “You just saved my life,” you stated, the sound of your steady voice surprising you.

He scratched his head, almost looking embarrassed. “Its nothing, really,’ he said quickly, his concern pushing you for an answer. “DId he do anything to you? Are you hurt?”

“A little shaken up,” you said with a weak smile, “but nothing I cant handle.”

“Im sorry you had to deal with that,” he stated, the slight anger in his voice surprising you. “But- is it okay if I can walk you home? I really don’t feel comfortable letting you walk by yourself. The streets are super dangerous at night.”

You laughed sarcastically, trying to ease your nerves and keep the growing pit of emotions at bay. “Yeah, kinda figured that out the hard way.” You paused, thinking the new situation over- you didnt want to walk home by yourself, that was not happening. You felt unsafe, and violated, and the anger and slight embarrassment bubbled in your stomach, threatening to come out in streams across your face. You wanted to forget this, and you felt embarrassed that someone witnessed what just happened, even if it was a person who helped you and you surprisingly felt comfortable around. He seemed like a genuinely good person- someone who would listen to and truly care about someone.“I shouldn’t be embarrassed,” you thought violently to yourself, “it isn’t your fault.” But the feeling of being rejected and then sought after in a disgusting way made you feel crushed, and you couldn’t keep everything in any more. The tears came quietly, then slowly came on harder, the sound of sobbing escaping your mouth.

You willed your tears to go back, to evaporate and leave you, but that, inevitablely, didn’t work. But, surprisingly, the hero didn’t question this. He gently wrapped his arms around you, the soft thin fabric shielding your exposed skin from the cold.

It did feel awkward to hug a stranger at first, but it quickly soothed you.. He didn’t feel so much as a stranger, but an anonymous confidant, a past friend, someone who was easy to be with and be your real self, and not have to pretend that life was great all the time. Sometimes life throws you some curveballs-You just needed someone who a least cared a little bit about how you felt when you got two curveballs in one night.

“You’re safe, I got you. Its not your fault- Youll be okay.”

Your shoulders shook slightly as the tears left your face, the feeling of relievement making you feel much better. As your breathing began to go back to normal pace, you pushed away gently, your now shiny face smiling in embarrassment with a sniffle.

“Are you sure he didnt hurt you? Or do anything to you?” he asked again, his voice filled with care and urgency as he looked into your eyes, searching for an answer. His hands on your shoulders shielded you from the cold, the fabric tickling your skin.

“Yeah, Im okay, what you saw is all he did,” you said, your voice thick from crying. “Im sorry I broke down a little, just-, you sighed, feeling there was no point in keeping your walls up- “ it hasnt been the best night.”

He hugged you again, this time being quicker and harder.

“Dont be sorry for crying, you deserve to. Im just sorry I wasnt here sooner.”

Your heart melted a little for this boy and his big heart. You pushed a piece of hair away from your face, your cheeks a little warmer than the rest of your body.

“No your fine, you didnt know that was happening, Im just so grateful for you helping when you did. I really do mean it when I said you saved my life.”

The hero shuffled, embarrassment yet again evident in his mannerism.

“Just doing my job I guess!” his eyes filled with happiness, the evident blush looking almost comical.

“So- is it alright if I can walk you home?”

You giggled, your stress now alleviated and the look on his face looking so silly it made you feel almost peaceful.

“Of course,” you replied, and you began to walk  alongside him.

You two walked quietly, the soft breeze nipping your skin, but filling your lungs with brisk air, clearing your head. The silence between you two was comfortable as both of you thought deeply. You were going over the events of the night- the feel of betrayal and annoyance, then extreme fear, and relief, and sadness, guilt, happiness- it was so much to process you couldn’t wrap your head around it. But one thing you could think clearly on was the person next to you. You gave him a side eyed glance, staring at his sweatshirt, the toned muscles contouring the sweatshirt. You wish you could know who he was- he seemed sweet and genuine, and not to mention even more handsome in person. But being around him felt peaceful, even for just talking to him for a few moments-the feeling was a little intoxicating.

As Red Riot caught your side eyed glance, the feeling of butterflies filled his stomach. He had just met this girl, but he already knew he liked her. She had a fighter’s spirit, she wasnt hung over the fact that he was a hero and gawking at him like some object- she treated him like a person, not just some hero. She was sweet to him, even though she looked like she just had the crappiest night of her life. And the fact he found her unbelievably pretty made the butterflies fill his stomach with a ticklish feeling.

You two began to start talking a little, slowly becoming more comfortable. You talked about everything, from school to friends to hero work to anything you could think of. By the end, both of you were hurting from laughing and the smiles that were plastered on your faces.

You both reached the front steps of your apartment building, the look of happiness on your face making Kirishima feel great inside. He knew a comfortable walk would make you feel better- it always did for him. But he knew he just met you and he shouldn’t go out of his way so much to help a stranger, but you looked like you needed it. And he had this itching feeling like you deserved something good to happen to you. Everyone does, right?

You looked at him, feeling a rush of butterflies fill your stomach. You had never wanted to get to know someone more so hard in your life. To just know who he was and thank him properly would alleviate the sudden need to know him, not just “Red Riot”. You grabbed your hands tightly, wishing the walk wouldnt ever end.

“Thanks again for  everything,” you smiled warmly, making Red Riot’s stomach bubble with butterflies. 

“Yeah, no problem!” he replied, sadness ebbing into him at the thought of leaving you. His eyes suddenly light up, an idea striking him. 

“Do you by any chance have your phone on you?” he asked sweetly. You gave him a slightly confused look, but nodded, handing him your phone. 

He quietly punched in a few characters in the key pad, and then handed back your phone. You looked down and there was his phone number in your contacts, and his name- “Kirishima.”

“That’s my last name-and- uh- my number,” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “If you never need anything, or want to talk and maybe...go on a date, just-”

“How about tomorrow at 2?” you asked quickly, wanting so badly to meet him again. 

Kirishima was caught completely off guard- in a good way. Electricity flooded his body, as if all his nerves were on everload..

“2 so great! I'll be off tomorrow, so wherever you want to meet, I'll be there!” His smile was so happy and large, you couldn't help but smile back. 

“Thanks again,” you said softly, feeling as if you were in a dream.

Then you did something you wouldn't even expect from yourself- you kissed him on the cheek, before looking one last time at your hero before you closed your front door softly.

“Wait!” Kirishima yelled as he realized something.

“Hm?” you opened the door a crack, your freezing legs hidden behind the warm inside of the door.

“I never got your name!”

You laughed as you realized you never actually did introduce yourself. “Its y/n!”

Kirishima thought your name was beautiful- a pretty name to match a pretty girl. “Well- good night y/n!” You waved goodbye, a smile playing on your lips as you closed your door.

Kirishima looked at your front porch, the spot you kissed still tingling and his heart pounding. He looked at your door in a blissful daze- he couldn’t believe that just happened. A grin spread on his face as he finally turned away from your house, and walked off with a warmth creeping in his chest. A pretty girl he saved kissed him. Well- on his cheek- but still. It was a win for the books.

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Requests open!!!!!

[cinnaminsvga]

In the past I've asked for how your characters would react to their counterparts across your smaus. It's time for the new version: Who would win in a fight if you put your characters against their smau counterparts (so all Y/Ns against each other, all Yoongis against each other and so on)??? You can choose to include/exclude whoever you want and take as long as you want in replying or even choose not to lol

HAJDHAJSD THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER IM SORRY but i do get super excited whenever you send me one of these, so i wanna get this right!! i think i’m only gonna include the last three smaus (tddup, 300mdh, lib) bc i dont think i could even handle imagining what it would be like to have six seokjins... that’s some forbidden knowledge right there 😳

seokjin - jfc where do i even begin... for all my old followers, yall know that i just love writing seokjin as unhinged and chaotic as possible so you can only guess how terrible it would be if three of him were to fight. ok tbh 300mdh!jin would definitely win bc?? hes a fucking spy?? but i could somehow see tddup!jin finding a way to fight back,,, idk he could probs trick zeus!kook to help him by promising him some miku merch or smth,, LMAO and lib!jin is just there,,, smartly avoiding the conflict and streaming it on twitch or smth

yoongi - oh my boy,,, tddup!yoongi is absolutely frying lib!yoongi’s ass for not confessing his feelings HDKWJDKWK as hades, he’s probs gone thru his own fair share of heartbreaks (haha OOP spoiler alert for a prequel series maybe??) and he’d honestly be so so sad for lib!yoongi but also just frustrated?? he’d be frustrated with 300mdh!yoongi too tbh bc that dude has repressed feelings for mr kim seokjin that he still hasnt figured out yet,,, tldr yoongi smites the other two yoongis but then comforts them afterwards inside his cavernous ass ❤️

hoseok - sorry but 300mdh!seok is winning no cap,,, tho OKAY i havent revealed yet why, but he’s actually a pretty harmless guy,,, (ignoring the fact that hes a double spy and HAS killed people in the past... uhhh) but yea he’d just pretend to be a really nice guy and get along well with the other two hoseoks,,, tddup!seok is an idiot and probs wouldnt even notice anything off about him, but lib!seok might have a gut feeling that somethings wrong,,, this is actually a really strange trio and idk how it would turn out exactly,,, definitely some sus things going on,,, lol

namjoon - well, tddup!joon is currently a turtle so you bet your ass that lib!joon is keeping him as a pet LMAOOOO my dude would unknowingly keep tddup!joon until he somehow magically returns to being a human. 300mdh!joon is a bit harder to pin down, since it all depends on whether he’s drunk or not LMAO bc if he was drunk, you’d bet your ass that he’d be a fucking dramatic/emotional mess and would wax poetic about turtle joon and lib!joon would have to comfort him. if he was sober, he’d just be a “regular” guy, or however regular a spy can be. overall, they’d hang out altogether just fine,,, like a couple of nerds,,,

jimin - well, you all know how tddup!jimin is like and that bitch is hornier than all my smau jimins combined. he’s so ferally horny that lib!jimin would probs shit himself, though i’d imagine 300mdh!jimin could maybe handle him a little better.... somewhat. they might even get along after a while, though i have a standing theory that all my smau!jimins hate each other no matter what, like that popular clique of girls you have in high school. they all pretend to be friend with each other, but they would not hesitate to stab a bitch if and when provoked. fun times!

taehyung - in contrast with jimin, i feel like all my taehyungs would have a good time together, no matter what au (okay, maybe except for looh!tae but thats a whole different story lmao). i think tddup!tae would get along super well with 300mdh!tae, mostly bc theyre both incredibly chaotic and have a kinda “go with the flow as long as we’re having fun” vibe. lib!tae is just maybe a little more “calm” than them, but he’s always down to clown. tddup!tae would probs bonk lib!tae on the head tho once he finds out about what he did to lib!oc, but other than that... i think they’d all be good buddies. 

jungkook - oh boy where do i even start... i feel like tddup!kook, despite how absolutely stupid he is, he’s still... somewhat morally sound?? i guess?? like he loves his wife a lot (#1 oc simp lets get it) so he’d probs be so angry and frustrated with what lib!kook did. might even hit him with a lightning bolt if we’re being honest. 300mdh!kook would agree and beat the shit out of lib!kook, and then he’d bond with zeus!kook over weeb shit and they’d become the best bros ever. but then zeus!kook will say some,,, weird kinky shit and break the mood so then 300mdh!kook + tddup!oc will have to tie him up so he never speaks again,,, they’d certainly be a very wild trio,,, maybe even worse than the seokjins and that’s saying something!!

oc - OHHH MY GOD like fr but tddup!oc is gonna baby lib!oc so much you have no idea ;-; she’ll see how badly her heart got broken by her version of jungkook and probs offer to kill lib!kook, but sweet lib!oc would protect him even after all she’s been thru,,, i see tddup!oc as being a great older sister figure for lib!oc and tbh i stan!! and uhh... we all know how 300mdh!oc is... she’s also an older sister figure, but demented and insane. okay, so she’s maybe more like your crazy aunt that smokes too much crack but you know what? you cant hate her so shes just kinda there and sometimes she’ll say something super profound and is genuinely a loving person (deep deep down... like you have dig deep lol) but otherwise yea!! all the love for my ocs,,, they’re my babies and i love them so so much :-((((

[lucidpantone]

Well your connects are cool, I like that we don't know who they are and I mean i think is obvious why are they so vague, the info you get is not something everyone knows so if is not Wtfock team the is close people to them or close people to you like friends and then they or you can't just come and spill it all plus your good connecting those dots and that's amazing!! Please tell your connects to stay for s5 hahaha i couldn't care less about Kato but I still hope s5 gets better...

similar anon: Your connect is ******** here **  *********, not gonna say their name but I know this person is friend with an extra this extra, she told us and is definitely part of the Wtfock team...

The connects are just ghosts fam lets agree to keep them as ghosts. Agreed anon, I think its good they are just ghosts. They know the fandom tho and pretty sure they know some of the big blogs either personally or of them but like I said I think the dutchie/belgian community of wtfock is pretty tight/small so to protect everyone involved its best to separate church and state and not get any of them involved in spilling because there is no trace back with me. What is wtfock gonna do to me? I never spill names and scrub all instas (I dont care about the actors at all like am happy they book jobs but i am not really stan of them personally) and I have never spilled who my connects are or any deep info on them to anyone. I dont like have a group of people I talk to in a group chat or whatever. Am talkative but i dont have a clique. I just drink my wine and answer anons hahaha. Its best for everyone ya know it protects them and us as fans and keeps it turning into a skamfr situation where they were whole groups of people involved in leaks and tons of them locals in these privileged invite only chats. Like homies it aint that serious let the people know whats up there is no need for fandom classism. 

I kinda feel thats why I got a ton of hate at the beginning from peeps like how dare I tell people whats privilege to just extras. Like calm down these aint state secrets. Don't be weird, but overall you can call the wtfock fandom a lot and chaotic but I have never been personally involved in anything weird and I do have one story i will spill after the season is over about the one time something weird happened in s4 and how it was handled. Lets wrap the season and then I’ll talk about it because it won't matter once we are done with s4.

[allmight-amiright]

This Is Awkward.  Aizawa Shouta

Request: Can you do an Aizawa imagine of him having the biggest crush on Mic's twin sister? I dont see a lot of Aizawa on tumblr so pwease do this~ thank chu~ anon

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Minor swearing. Cringe-worthy flirting.

Notes: We STAN wholesome Aizawa! Please, send me more wholesome Aizawa prompts, please and thanks.

“Class dismissed.” With the tired words of their instructor, the students of 1-A collected their things, regrouping with their cliques before exiting the classroom.  Aizawa sat at his desk, staring at the clock on the wall, waiting for the time when he and the rest of the teachers were allowed to leave.  

“Shouta!” 

He lifted his head towards the voice just as his favorite face popped into the doorway.  You stood there with his scarf draped around your neck, a proud smile on your face.  “I fixed it!” you beamed.  You had started working down in support as a design instructor around the same time he started as a hero instructor.  Being able to see you every day was easily the best part of his job.  

It was no secret that he had fallen hard, but it had been that way since high school.  He fell hard and you were absolutely oblivious, head buried deep in your sketchbook, coming up with new designs for game-changing equipment.  You were the exact opposite of your brother Hizashi Yamada, but maybe that’s what drew him to you so much.  You were like a breath of fresh air compared to him.  Born without a quirk, you had a quiet, soothing voice that Present Mic could only dream of having.  

“You’re the best, Y/N,” he said, a light smile taking over as you removed from the scarf from your own neck in order to drape it around his own.  

“I try.  So, how was class?” You ask, sitting atop his desk.

“They’re a mess.  Bakugou lit another desk on fire.”

“Is that the one with the red pointy hair?”

“No.  That’s Kirishima.  Bakugou is the one who you made those gauntlets for.”

“Gotcha.  This far in the year, wouldn’t you think he would have a better handle on his quirk? Especially if he’s here?”

“Oh, he has a handle on his quirk.  His temper is a different story.”

“Well, doesn’t that sound familiar,” you tease, nudging him playfully with your foot.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He laughs.

“You know exactly what I mean.  You have your moments.”

“Only because your brother is a pain in my ass.”

“That’s fair.”  You hop down from his desk as you check your watch.  “Well, I have to go clean up before I head out, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Shouta!” 

Aizawa touches the ends of his scarf, the fabric feeling just like new, but it carried the faintest whiff of your perfume.  The smell alone brought him a sense of ease.  Maybe he should start getting his scarf ripped more often…

“You know, she’s not going to stay single forever, Aizawa,” a new voice says.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then, why won’t you just ask her on a date?  You’re into her.  She’s into you.”

Aizawa scoffs, looking up into the eyes of Hizashi.  “Bullshit.”

“You’re oblivious.”

“Well, that’s one thing she and I have in common, then. Why do you care so much anyway?”

“You’re my friend and she’s my sister.  I just want you both to be happy, and this might be the opportunity for that to finally happen,” Hizashi says, leaning against the wall.  “I don’t want you to die alone, you know.”

“I won’t die alone.  I have a cat,” Aizawa retorts.

“Uh-huh. ‘Famed Eraserhead Turned Lonely Cat Man.’ I can’t wait for those headlines.”

“I am not going to be a lonely cat man.”

“You will be if you don’t ask Y/N on a date,” he sings, walking out of the room.

“You’re impossible!”

“You know it,” Hizashi says, casting a quick wink before starting to go back to his own room.  

Aizawa rubbed his face with his hands.  He was right.  If he didn’t do something, you were going to get tired of waiting around and go find someone else to be with.  It just wasn’t that easy.  You made his stomach flutter, you were able to break down the walls of his hard exterior, you could make him blush by doing nothing but smile in his direction.  You turned him into a complete and total mess and he didn’t know how to handle that.  He couldn’t possibly ask you to dinner when you could bat an eyelash and get him too flustered to speak.  

He glanced at the clock.  Finally, he could leave and escape to the peace of his own home.  He grabbed his bag from the back of his chair and set off down the hall.  He was pushing open the glass doors that lead outside when he stopped.  There was a noise down the hall of metal smashing to the floor.  There was a short scream that followed. His heart seemed to stop in his chest.  That was the hall to the support labs.  Surely, a villain hadn’t gotten in.  Even if they had, why would they hit the support labs first?  It just didn’t make logical sense. 

Despite his brain saying that everything was probably fine, his feet took off down the hall.  There was another clang as something else hit the floor.

“Get away from me!” 

Aizawa’s feet start pounding faster at the sound of your voice that was filled with so much desperation and fear.  He skidded to a stop outside your door and, not wanting to waste anytime, shoved it open.  “Y/N! What’s wrong? Who’s here?” 

“Oh, thank God!  I’m so glad you’re here,” you say.  Your classroom emulated how you looked in that moment: a disaster.  Your hair was falling out of it’s bun and you were standing on top of a lab table, various pieces of metal in your hands.  

“What’s wro-”

He’s cut off by you releasing another small scream and another piece of metal being thrown to the floor.  

“Y/N! What is going on?!”

You say nothing.  You just point a quivering finger to the floor where a small black spider stood.  

“You have got to be kidding me…” Aizawa sighed, walking over to where you were pointing.  He grabbed a piece of paper from one of the cabinets and scoops up the spider before disposing of it out the window. “See?  It’s gone now.  Are you okay?” He calms, letting you take his hand as you warily climb off the table. 

“Promise it’s gone?”

“I promise.  I didn’t know you were scared of such a little spider,” he teased.

“It’s not funny and we will never speak of this ever again,” you say, immediately looking away from him, starting to pick up your failed spider-killing ammunition.

“It’s kinda funny.”

“It is, isn’t it?” You can’t help but laugh at yourself.  It’s true, you were a total disaster when it came to things like spiders.  No matter the level of embarrassment, even you had to admit that sometimes your actions towards the subject were a little extreme.  

Aizawa laughs along with you, helping you pick up.  “You know, the way you were screaming, I thought something was actually wrong in here.”

“Oh, so is that why you came running in here? So, you could play hero?”

“Someone has to protect you.”

“Then, I guess I got lucky to have you around, didn’t I?” 

Aizawa’s cheeks flush pink.  Is this it? Is he flirting? Don’t mess this up now! You can do this.  

“Yeah, as lucky as a rabbit’s foot.”

I am so stupid. 

“Well, I suppose I do owe you for saving my life, so how about dinner?”

I am a genius.

“That would be great,” Aizawa says, a rare smile sitting atop his face.

[trekkele]

i might regret this but shoot me with your angsty mckirk stuff?

Oooooh yes my dumbass boys.

- Len thinks he’s too old for Jim. Jim thinks he’s too broken for Len.

(Everyone around them thinks their fuckin idiots but what else is new)

- In the beginning, when they’re new at the Academy and don’t really know each other accept that they’ll drink alcohol with total strangers and show up to a military institution looking like they walked out of the drunk tank, Len finds Jim ...too much. Not annoying.

But too bright. Like someone left the lights in his room 10% higher and didn’t tell him.

- it’s late, and he’s tired, and he had a double shift at the clinic and Jim is talking, about classes and professors and cliques and he mumbles into his uniform “jeez you talk a lot”.

- he didn’t expect Jim to actually stop talking.

- Jim is used to that, to people not being able to handle his random info dumps and his weird tics and his fucked up past, and he makes sure to reign it in, to hold it back a little when he’s with Len.

- he hoped he wouldn’t have to. But not everyone can be Winona or Sam or Carrie.

- he meets Gaila during one of the times he feels unsettled and itchy and to tight in his own skin.

- Gaila doesnt care about his bright weirdness because he doesnt care about her green skin or hatred for shoes.

- Len suddenly realizes Jim is drifting. Not away, necessarily, but more...silent. That when he’s with Gaila he’s more...jim.

- he’s stopped drinking so much now that he has something to focus on that isn’t a little girl in a photograph or a promise of forever that became something ugly and rotten.

- he hates it.

- he hates that Jim feels more comfortable with someone else, is trying to make himself less than who is because he thinks that what Len wants.

- he hates that Jim is willing to squeeze himself into a corner just for him.

- he doesn’t know how to fix it.

- Gaila hands him a padd one day. It has an essay on engines. “Read the first page. Then ask Jimmy to help you.” She glares at him, and its a little like being threatened by a cloud of cotton candy. “I dont think you want him to fold into a shiny cadet like the rest do. But if you do, leave him now.”

- turns out Jim had helped his mom develop that engine one summer and his face lit up like a thousand freckled stars when Len asked.

- and when halfway through he paused, flushing red and apologizing for getting carried away, Len smiles.

- “I was enjoying it kid, despite not knowing half those words. You’re a better teacher then most. Please, go on.”

- it was a start.

[axel-fics]

omg! i just came up with something! what if axel/lea tried to flirt with the cute new sea salt ice cream store worker? i dont recommend doing this in real life unless the person initiates, because its their job to be friendly and you dont want to make them uncomfortable!

Ice Cream Sundays

The clock tower rang out 6pm. Finally, another day of long, grueling missions is over with. Axel walked down the quiet streets of Twilight Town towards his usual ice cream spot that he went to every day. It was a tiny store tucked away in the back of Market Street, not too far away from the clock tower where he’d meet up with Roxas and Xion to share sea-salt ice creams. The shop had two big windows, complete with gold letters painted on reading “Murray’s” on both panels that shone brightly when the sunset reflected on them. Inside there were a few tables and booths for people to sit and enjoy their cold treats while talking amongst friends. Axel always came before the evening rush to avoid the crowds; a quick ‘hello’ to Murray the owner, slap down the munny for his usual order, and on his way he’d go. 

Tonight, however, was absolutely packed. As Axel approached the store, he saw through the big windows that the whole store was teaming with parents and small children, cliques of teenagers loudly talking and laughing, some even playing with their ice creams and making a mess everywhere. Axel awkwardly walked in and stepped up to the counter, trying his best to blend in without getting too much attention drawn his way. No one seemed to notice that a man in a long leather trench coat was even in the room, and he wanted to take advantage of that. Where the hell was Murray?

The swinging door that led to the back freezer area kicked open suddenly. Axel’s eyes widened as someone other than Murray emerged, carrying a large tub of cotton candy ice cream in her arms towards the cooler. 

“I’ll be with you in a sec,” you panted. Your [h/c] was tied up with a bow high up on your head, a few strands loosely hanging in your face. The apron you wore was covered in a mixture of ice cream flavors and toppings. Axel was so entranced by you that he didn’t even hear when you spoke to him again.

“Sir? Are you okay?” A hand waved in front of his face, and Axel blinked a few times to get his bearings back.

“Yeah, uh, just three sea-salt ice creams please,” he stuttered. ‘What’s the matter with me? Snap out of it!’

“Here you go, that’ll be fifteen munny please.”

“Hey, uh, where’s Murray today?” Axel asked. 

“He worked the afternoon shift today. Summer vacation started so he hired me to take on the evenings,” you shrugged, smiling softly as you put the munny in the register. Your [e/c] eyes sparkled in the sunlight like diamonds, and Axel felt his face flush up. 

“Oh, well lucky for me the evenings are my normal time to come here,” he smirked. 

“What do you mean by ‘lucky for you’?”

“Murray’s nice and all, but now I get to talk to a cute shopgirl every day,” Axel winked. As the words left his lips, he was taken back himself. When did he become such a flirt?

You blushed profusely from behind the counter, shyly pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. 

“What’s your name?”

“[Y/N]”. 

“[Y/N], huh? Pretty name. Mine’s Axel, got it memorized?” Axel pointed to his temple as you nodded softly, another smile forming on your face. “Well, I gotta take off. I’ll see you around, [Y/N].” 

“See you, Axel.”

~*~

The entire evening on the clock tower perch, Axel sat distracted. Roxas and Xion talked away happily about their different missions, but Axel’s mind was stuck on you. 

“Axel, what do you think?”

Snapping out of his thoughts again, Axel looked up to see Xion and Roxas staring at him. 

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Do you think we’ll get another day off soon?” Xion repeated. 

“Oh, uh, maybe,” Axel ruffled his hair behind his neck and smiled. 

Roxas stretched his arms above his head and yawned, paying no attention to how absent-minded Axel seemed to be today. “I’m beat you guys, let’s RTC.”

“M’kay,” Xion stood up. 

“Actually, you two go on ahead without me,” Axel said. “I need to take care of something really quickly.”

Roxas and Xion raised eyebrows at each other before looking back at Axel suspiciously. “Okay then,” Roxas said. “See you later.” 

Creating a dark corridor, Axel ran through and ended up back on the ground a block away from the shop. Could he have walked? Yes, but something inside him made him anxious that he couldn’t wait to get back to the small store. It had been a few hours since he stopped by, the store front now showing a “CLOSED” sign hanging on the door. Axel’s shoulders dropped in disappointment for a second, until he saw you through the window cleaning up the store. Axel reached out and turned the handle, thankful that it was still unlocked. 

“Sorry, but we’re closed! We’ll be open again tomorrow morning,” you called over your shoulder. 

“But I already told you that the evenings are when I usually stop by. Guess you didn’t get that memorized yet, huh?” Axel smirked. 

Freezing in place, you turned towards Axel standing in the doorway. “Oh, Axel! What are you doing back here?”

“You looked exhausted earlier. Thought I’d come help out?”

“Thanks anyways, but I’m almost done,” you said and placed the mop back in its bucket, leaning it up against the counter. Your apron was covered in more ice cream than earlier, and a streak of chocolate sauce brushed across your cheeks. 

“First day of summer vacation and you’re already exhausted,” Axel laughed. “Think you can keep up for another month?”

“I guess I’ll find out. Can’t leave poor Murray to this madness by himself.” You plopped down in an empty seat next to the window, the sunlight beaming through the glass and made your skin glow in its wake. 

“You’ll be fine,” Axel said as he sat down next to you. “I mean, it can’t all be that bad, right? You’ll see me all the time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re right, I mean you are my favorite customer by far.”

“Exactly, I — wait, huh?”

You winked and started laughing even louder. “You’re such a flirt! I wanted to turn the tables on you just once!”

“Har-har, very funny of you,” he mumbled. As you continued to giggle, he couldn’t hold back the smile he felt forming on his face for long. “C’mere,” he leaned forward. 

“Wha—?”

“You have chocolate on your face,” Axel laughed. He started to reach forward and stopped momentarily to take off his glove before gently brushing your cheek, the chocolate coming off in an easy swipe. Your face once again turned bright red at the feeling of his hand against your face. When he licked the chocolate from his finger and gave you another wink, your whole body felt like it was on fire. 

“You’re fun to mess with,” he mused. “You get so easily flustered.”

“Not normally,” you breathed. “Just seems to be around you.” 

You leaned in towards him, your face now inches away from his. His hot breath was warm against your skin, the scent of chocolate combined with the sea-salt ice cream he had earlier filling your nose. Closing your eyes, you waited for Axel to close the distance between the two of you. His lips were so close to yours now that they just barely touched; Axel looked down at you and smirked before starting to pull away. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered.

“Wait, what?!”

Axel got up and walked towards the door, a toothy smirk plastered on his face. “I’m just having some more fun with you.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re just gonna leave like that!” Despite the disappointment, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Have I told you how cute you are when you’re frustrated?” He saluted you and winked again as you pouted. “Tomorrow, I promise.”

“It’s not very nice to keep me waiting like that, you know!” 

“Maybe, but now you’ll have something more to look forward to for tomorrow. No one can ruin your good mood now, right?” He waved and stepped out the door and walked back up Market Street, disappearing from view. 

Shaking your head, you laughed to yourself and smiled widely. ‘Cheeky bastard has a point…’

[dork-empress]

Trans Callum

Part of my ‘another 100 dragon prince aus’ oneshot collection

Read on Ao3

As if starting High School wasn't bad enough, Callum is coming out publicly for the first time and isn't sure how his peers will take it.

TW for some minor transphobia, and internalized transphobia, its fairly vague but is there. Also, I am not trans, but do know many trans people and would like to think I portrayed some of their experiences to the best of my ability. I will accept criticism from trans people, especially trans men, and can change things, dont be afraid to come talk to me.

“So, why ‘Callum?’” Claudia asked, turning in the front seat to look back at him. Callum pulled his attention from Ezran, who was running up the steps of his elementary school, while Soren pulled out of the parking lot to take them over to the high school.

“What do you mean, ‘why?’ Callum asked, frowning slightly, already on the defensive. He hadn’t been out as trans for that long, and this was his first day he would be publicly out, so he was ready for anything in any direction, even if it was from his childhood friends, Soren and Claudia.

“I just mean,” Claudia said, “It’s kind of an unusual name, right?” she said, taking another bite from her breakfast bar and talking through it, “So what made you decide on it?”

“Oh,” Callum said, taking a breath. While Ezran had taken the news like a champ, and his step-father had been supportive no matter what, he had been less sure about how Soren and Claudia would take the change. So far it was going ok. He wondered if is Dad had had a talk with Viren. “Well, ‘cause of my last name ‘Prince’ I kinda wanted a royalty-name, so I came up with a list of those. Callum means Dove-King in Gaelic. And Ezran and Harrow are both unusual names too, so I wanted something that was a bit out of the ordinary.”

Claudia ‘hm’ed, satisfied. Callum tried to stealthily adjust his binder in the backseat. It was already uncomfortable, and the day hadn’t even started. He still wasn’t totally flat, but he was hoping the baggier uniform and scarf would help a little.

“Excited to start high school Cllllllll-------” Soren started, pausing on the l for far to long, leaving no doubt of the name he was about to say, despite JUST talking about his new name, “lllllllasses, Callum?” Soren recovered. Claudia hit him, making him jerk the car a bit. “I’m so sorry Callum, I’m just still getting used to it is all.”

“It’s fine,” Callum muttered.

“It’s just when you know someone by one name their whole life and then you suddenly switch, its natural to get all mixed up, but you know I’m trying and--”

“It’s fine!” Callum cut him off, the words having more bite than he originally meant. “Yes, I’m excited for high school classes, it should be fun.”

He was not excited about high school classes. Sure, he was good at them, but that hardly mattered. Harrow had talked with the principal and all Callum’s teachers, so they should in theory know how to properly address him and ‘handle’ him, but it still didn’t make him feel any better.

Once they reached school, Soren and Claudia went to go hang out with their older high school friends, leaving Callum by himself. It wasn’t that Callum didn’t have any friends, he knew several people and got along with them fine. None of them were really close friends though, and he certainly wasn’t in any cliques or groups or what not to hang out with them before school.

And even if he did, none of them knew he wasn’t going to be….the same as who he was leaving middle school last year. By virtue of the general gender divide, most of the people he knew were girls, and knew him as a quiet artsy girl. He didn’t know how they’d react to the new, quieter, artsier boy he decided he’d---no, he talked about this. The boy he WAS.

The reactions were….mixed. As he walked through the halls, some people recognized him, and called him the wrong name, and he corrected them quickly before moving on. As his peers were mostly 14 year old girls, their opinions varied everywhere from overly pro-active social justice warrior, to bratty stuck up snob, saying he should ‘stop pretending.’

Obviously of the two, he had his preference, but they both made him kind of uncomfortable. He just wanted to go to school and be a normal kid.

So he found his homeroom and just sat there until the bell rang, sketching in his notebook, hidden away from the masses. There was only one other student there that morning, a girl with long white hair. Even the teacher wasn’t in the class.

“Are you new too?” The girl asked suddenly, pulling Callum from his self-pity party.

“Uh…” He said, “Not exactly.” Not at all. He’d been in this school system since he was 4.

“Oh,” she said, deflating a little, “I was just hoping, you know. Everyone seems to know each other already so.” She shrugged, “Don’t quite feel like intermixing yet, though.”

“Right,” Callum said, nodding, and listening to her accent, “Is that...an English accent?”

The girl scoffed a laugh, “Closer to Scottish. But actually, I’m from Xadia. Small European country.”

“Oh,” Callum said, “I...can’t say I’ve heard it. Are you a foreign exchange student?”

“Sort of,” She said, “Moved in with my uncle this summer. My parents sent me here because of the better private schools. Though these girl uniforms are stuffy. Are the boys ones just as bad?”

Callum blinked. He almost forgot he was wearing the boys version of the outfit. And she had just gone with it, not asking questions....did she see him as a boy? “Yeah, kinda.” He said “I’m--” he cut himself off. This was the first person he’d be introducing himself as HIMself to. This girl didn’t know his deadname and hadn’t seen him with long hair. “I’m Callum.”

The girl nodded, “Rayla,” she said.

[brendon-rulli]

Character Question task

1. How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

“I’m not overly fond of breaking laws, but I don’t do anything when people I know are breaking the law. A lot of the people I know do it, like a lot of them are big fans of underage drinking, and they say there’s nothing wrong with that but...” he shrugged softly. “I don’t know how I feel about that yet”

6. What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated?

“It’s....complicated. I love my dad, and he loves me. And he’s always been a really nice man, he’s the sweetest. Everyone loves him” he said, his smile turning into a frown. “But if he really knew me, I don’t think he would love me anymore. Just like my brother” he stopped for a few seconds. “I know that everything he does he thinks is for the best for me but...I just don’t want my dad to hate me. I don’t want to lose him”

7. What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated?

“I’m kind of scared of my mom, if I’m being honest” he looked down. “Like my dad is really sweet and a very genuine person, but my mom- i dont know. She acts really nice but I always feel like she doesnt mean any of it. She says she loves me, and I believe her, but I don’t know. If she knew the truth about me too, she’d hate me. Way, way more than my dad would. And that really scares me”

9. Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like?

“I do believe in the afterlife, yes, of course” he nodded. “I believe that there is heaven and hell. And heaven is just beautiful and amazing. You get reunited with everyone youve ever loved and you get to spend the rest of eternity with them in happiness and nothing can go wrong” he smiled. “But then theres hell- which I imagine is just an inhuman amount of pain and suffering for the rest of forever, so..” he shrugged, “I dont know which place I’m going to, but I really hope its heaven”

16. How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?

“Oh I definitely don’t hide my emotions” he shook his head, “I always talk about how I’m feeling almost the second I start feeling it, I can’t hold that in. Usually I just talk to Connor about things, I don’t have many friends that I can really talk to about things”

20. How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could?

“My body?” He said, looking down at himself before looking back up. “Umm...I don’t really hate my body, I think it could be a lot better. Its gotten better since I started dancing, but it still isn’t really great, I don’t know” he shrugged, “I’m not really comfortable being shirtless in front of people, I don’t like being that exposed in front of people”

24. What is your muses sexuality? How did they come to realize this and how do they feel about it? Are they open about it? Has it been difficult for them?

“I figured this question was going to come up” he spoke quietly, pausing before speaking again. “I’m gay.. I’ve known for a few years. I guess the first time I realized I was gay was when I was in church and I couldn’t stop looking over at this other guy my age that was sitting with his family. I couldn’t stop thinking about him for weeks, I didn’t know what was wrong with me” he shook his head. “I don’t like being gay, I don’t want to be gay. I tried really hard to ignore it and just try to be with a girl but I couldn’t do it” he frowned. “Only very few people know that I’m gay and I’m really scared to tell people because I don’t know how they’d react. My parents can never find out or they’d exile me, like they did to my brother. So.... I guess I’m still in the process of figuring myself out but it’s been really difficult for me. Maybe it’ll get easier with time”

27. What hobbies or skills does your character have and how important are they to their life? Is it something they spend a lot of time on? Why or why not?

“My favorite hobby is definitely dancing, I love dancing” he smiled again. “It makes me really happy, I feel really free when I dance. i feel free to be myself and to be comfortable with myself, no one judges me when I’m at my dance classes. I do it all the time, I think I might want to be a professional dancer” he nodded.

30. Has your muse ever been in love? If so, what was it like for them? If they haven’t, what do they imagine it’s like?

“I don’t know if I was in love, I think I was” he frowned, “There was this guy, he was literally perfect. Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect smile, everything. And he was so cool, he didn’t care what anyone thought of him and he was just unapologetically him. And he is MILES out of my league, it was stupid for me to think I even had a chance” he admitted. “But he would never love me the way I loved him and I knew that, I was bound to get hurt. I learned that I don’t like being in love”

35. What was your muse like in high school? What clique did they best fit in with, if any?

“I’m still in high school, actually. I don’t think I really fit in with any of the set cliques there are in schools now a days, I feel kind if like a loner, you know?” He paused, “I dont have a lot of friends, most people dont know who i am, I really just stick to myself and try to do the best I can for my classes, but I’m average at best” he frowned. “I don’t really fit in anywhere in that school, everyone’s so different than what I’m used to” 

[abhisheksingh098]

None Like Joshua - Phanto Troupe Rap Lyrics

None Like Joshua - Phanto Troupe Rap Lyrics

Phantom Troupe Rap | None Like Joshua, Daddyphatsnaps, Rustage, Gameboyjones, more | Hunter x Hunter Rap 

Lyrics:- Witness tricks and pick a card I pick kids, and pick apart Their body parts while stiff and hard Pick a target, grip his heart Simpin for a king, well I’m a joker so the fight starts Stickin with the rubber and gum like it’s a fine art Strong opponents come at me and you’ll be gettin clapped dude Bungee gum attached too, you’ll be needin clown shoes I’m bad too, Ilumi-nate my blood lust in a bad mood I could carry all the spiders on my back like tattoos Do not  act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead Thunderclap flash, zenny stance aiming at your head Got  that dome “gon” like Hisoka aiming for some neck Better reign in every breath I might take it as a threat I might shank you through your shoulder blades To take away your flex Send a message take your lungs away And say it with YOUR chest I’m not the “1” to fuck with Why you think they saved it for the best Don’t get attached to me In fact attaching limbs is one of my specialities No defendinga against these nen strings, Got you hooked, yea you’re no match Even if you do get away I can track you down and pull you back A catch If two thousand mafia fell short What makes you think that you have a chance Killin’ don’t come at me Abs-olutely not You two ain’t got what I got It’s an onslaught To us spiders you’re pot shots You cannot hope to come out of this on top Thief, but bet that I’m a threat Yea number three in the troupe I’ll cut your head off with these threads And make a puppet out of you The dark assassin and I’m packin the pain and faster than Anybody tryin to pass me will be Seein my image after Their death Now your fate’s gone, Feitan making the blade slice Then it’s raining blood, but I got the umbrella to stay dry They’re attackin me but I’ll be packin all the heat And now my Sun exposing anybody dyin like a Shadow Beast A spider burning every ant In the summertime Like the biggest ass magnifying glass that you see Unafraid to wear this all black When I’m too hot Come and battle me Look at my bullet to shoot thots No shades on, another head screwed off When I’ll be Giving every ounce of pain back for keeps Wait who are you again? I guess that I’ll fight you Taking out the trash with these ants, so you might lose Beat you in an arm wrestle? I don’t have to try to Find your weak spots, now you suck more than I do Call me Dirt Devil, die, son, from a Dyson Sucking out your blood like a spider till you dried up Turn you into dust, clean it up cause I have to I’m worse than your mom, when I beat you with a vacuum Monster No Frankenstein I’m just here to take what’s mine Go against the troupe Then I’ll start cracking skulls And breaking spines When I finger blast you I ain’t aiming for your gspot But this gon’ be your time of the month When I have to make you bleed dot Get upon your knees I don’t wanna make em bleed But I’m all about the money I’ve been living in the greed I don’t do refunds Double machine gun Loaded and cocked So don’t give me a reason To mow you down Like tall grass Better fall back I ain’t all cap So you better go Bring in the blinky to mop I’m like a soda They bout to get po Phantom Troupe coming in then we wage war Whether treasure or your life, we gon take more Scared of spiders in yo house, then we raid yours Run on one of us? That’s what a gang’s for Phantom Troupe coming in to control those Who oppose us, Hunters taking low blows Raining down like metors with Chrollo And you know we’re about to steal the whole show Dude’s a beast, fighting dog, bitch Shar Pei They’re food to me, biting of a bit, parfait Mushroom cloud, got ’em soiling, shitake Wild style, fur mink on, style archaic The brute is in It’s Uvogin The cruelest crew of fugitives Dispatching any enemy in seconds Do it super quick Try and reach my level, you might settle for a booster seat Deadin those who cross me like their body’s on a crucifix Y’all are buggin, so I best get to spraying shots like pesticide I put a pest aside if he keep tryna mess with I You catching fists, don’t need no straps to make you catch a round My music hits, I ain’t just talking bout my Cantabile I got bars, that’s my conjurer ability Bonolenov is my name and you ain’t getting rid of me I’m guy who’s known to trigger Trypophobia When I put more holes in ya than any of my people see Scanning through your recollection While I’m loading ammunition Got the truth no contradiction I don’t need your damn permission 6 shots for ya dome no reload I’mma tap ya banks for a repo Down low posted up no joke And I got you in the scope Ask Chrollo, he know Hp to take your hp No matter what the page reads I’m setting my own stage There is no way that you can break me I ain’t afraid to pull, Fire Your situation is dire You seen the legs but I’m the arm of the spider Soon as I copy, most likely I’ll catch a body Turn em to zombies, perfect artist I’m never sloppy Dont be surprised you see the eye I’m always watching Making hard copies like papers in a teacher’s office Never let the left know what the right is doing But in this case, your death is what I’m construing Let my replica reposition your entire condition Bodies in the gallery and you just another addition” He, she, them I don’t really care I just came to represent From the bottom of the pent Tryna rise to the ascent Number five in the fam Number four in the troupe Got a lot of things to prove Skip third I’ll be two My intel tells me that it’ll be true Bend, break, slice, and sever the rules Killua, yes, I am coming for you I don’t do it for the money I don’t do it for the fame Villains steady paper chasing Leave em’ winded Die in vain Veins are struck with confetti When I arrive on the scene Is it a party with voodoo paper dolls Or snake poisoning? Dance! Find a victim I can prick the nape of That does the trick, it’s danger when I Flick the switch it’s game on Bats just need a signal maker Manipulator Puppeteering, pups are tearing up I fit the plug, the current courses Through um Like a river does I played too roughly now my toys are broken There’s noise approaching Not a ghost, this troupe has tropes Of genocidal notion Remote controller, push your buttons Feeling desperation Sorta violent, auto pilot to your final destination It’s another enhancer You don’t wanna see me with the hands sir My street cred there It’s clear, I don’t care I did all my dirt off-camera Hit a lick with the clique We turantulas Hit my line better speak with some manners Could be holding yo kids for ransom One false move Pakunoda will blam em! We the Phantom We don’t fade rookies Seem like I ain’t do shit but hey lookie Y’all seen how I had the primate shooky Smoove turned his ass to a bape hoodie Up in York New City no A Boogie At the auction I’m planning to take goodies Like a bully, these kids try me like they gon kill me, don’t push me Phantom Troupe coming in then we wage war Whether treasure or your life, we gon take more Scared of spiders in yo house, then we raid yours Run on one of us? That’s what a gang’s for Phantom Troupe coming in to control those Who oppose us, Hunters taking low blows Raining down like metors with Chrollo And you know we’re about to steal the whole show Let’s go Stacking these corpses and headstones Thievery done in a Pen stroke Look through my book of abilities Killing you guess i could call it a Death Note Nen pro Fur on my coat that’s the dress code Flesh,bones Leaving you wondering Where did a chunk of your head go? Head of the spiders, Divine in my providence You cannot fight us It’s crime without punishment Riding or die We all frighten the populace Bury these commoners deep No sarcophagus Not even zoldycks can handle me When my flow starts The phantom troupe will bring a requiem Like mozart

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