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dairogo · 3 months ago

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20 Questions for the Writer

Tagged by @griseldabanks ^_^

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Only 18 :O I have a bunch on fanfiction.net that I never transferred over, but they're all an extra 10 or so years older than the Ao3 ones so ... there's some disparity of quality, partly in the writing but also very much in the content present.

2. What is your total Ao3 word count?

168,935

3. What fandoms do you write for?

FMA! I had other things when I was younger, but FMA bit and it's the one that stuck with me.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Bed Too Small (Mustang POV, same bed trope, tongue-in-cheek)

Wayward Youth (Hawkeye POV, learning about crushes and affection from the girls at her boarding school while seeking her father's attention)

Order 3066 (Hawkeye and Mustang POVs alternating, Ishval fic about being broken and coming out of it [still broken, but moving])

Partiality (Mustang POV, post-canon, broaching the topic of a relationship)

The Next Step (shifting POV, written soon after giving birth to my youngest and in a bit of a family-related haze. Mostly fluff.)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I certainly try to! I might have missed some along the way, but I usually get there!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hurrrghgh, one from my ff.net days: The Manga-ka Has Her Reasons. It was basically saying, hey, they can't get together guys - things will go bad if they do. And so it ended with them both dead.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd say The Next Step, because it's just fluffy and lovely :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. The last time I remember feeling taken aback by a comment it was over a decade ago and it was someone rightly pointing out a factual error I'd made. The FMA community I've found myself in is largely positive, and I don't know if that's about the FMA community in general, or that the stuff I write appeals to people who are just cool about community instead of looking to be jerks. Whatever the reason, I'm very grateful!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nah

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've got a half written FMA/HP crossover that I started in like 2005, resurrected a few years ago, and then haven't touched for the last year and a half. Sigh. It's probably going to be stuck in my brain forever.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a fic

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Royai for suuuuure <3 I'm so big on romance as a side-plot, and if that's not the perfect way to explain their relationship I don't know what is. Like, FMA aside, their own personal story is that romance is their side-plot, not their main thing.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Wayward Youth! I have a few really rough drafts of later chapters that need to be edited, but I still haven't written all the way to the end and I'm happily working on another project with all the time/headspace I have, so I don't want to interrupt that flow. But I'm hoping to slowly accrue the last of it, then go through and make it presentable and post it one day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I can write fairly clear action. And I like putting together a lot of threads to tug on as I go - not all big plot things necessarily, but just things that repeat again later to add an extra layer.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't know. I feel like I can write in a very blunt way sometimes, so I have to be intentional about adding in colour and emotion - that doesn't always come through on the first try.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I wouldn't do this to show to a native speaker, oh boy oh boy nosirree! Currently reading a book on English idioms and my main thought as I looked at it today is that this is exactly why I'll never consider myself fluent in other languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In year 5 we had to co-write a story and my best friend and I basically wrote an AU of Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Look, it depends on my mood. If I want something light and short, I can't go past Desperately Hoping He Didn't Look Like an Idiot (modern AU, Royai without angst). But I'm probably proudest of Order 3066, because it took a lot of work and a lot of emotional catharsis to get through that and I ended up with a bit of a deadline for when I had to finish it up and made it! So I feel good about it.

Tagging @scienceoftheidiot and @fullmetalscullyy if you're interested :)

#tag game

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literate-simp · 4 years ago

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Bakugou realizing that sometimes, bad things happen to good people

About: his s/o opens up to him about their trauma

Warning(s): mentions of trauma, slight angst, few curse words because Bakugou

Include(s): gn! reader, being comforted and understood by pomeranian, fluff

Note: i never get too detailed with trauma/bad childhood related content because i want my readers to feel free with whatever they're facing. i hope that anyone reading this fic for comfort has a wonderful day. I'm happy you're still pushing despite everything that's happened.

To be fair, he hadn't even thought of it. Never crossed his mind, not even once.

It was 1 AM now; way past his bedtime, way past his much needed rest for an early morning and he hadn't even tried closing his eyes. For once in his life, he was left wondering.

His life was filled with praise and ego, to be his lover would mean being able to put up with him and giving him praise when he actually deserved it. He didn't need half-assed compliments or someone on his hands and feet -- he needed someone to see him grow by himself.

You see, it hadn't crossed his mind that you were in a dark place in the past or present. You were strong in your own way and he saw it as a powerful trait of yours. You wanted to be a hero just like him but not because you wanted to prove your worth, you just wanted to save those who couldn't protect themselves.

"Katsuki! Right hook, then left!" You'd yell during your spar sessions. He takes your advice seriously, knowing you wanted him to improve just as much as he does for you.

"Fuckin' idiot," He mumbled in the darkness. You seemed so fine with it too, laughed about whatever happened as if it wasnt a huge part of who you were now. You talked like it was the weather, mundane and nothing crucial.

Could people smile after that? You did. It was scary to him how used to the life you were. You must've been scared, who wouldn't be?

"Katsuki, I have something to tell you," You said right before his bedtime, around 7 maybe. He was confused why you didn't just walk up and strike a conversation with him like usual.

Must be serious, he had thought and damn was it serious.

On the balcony, under the dark sky with a faraway look in your eyes. You didn't even turn to him once, just went on and on; one story after another. Sometimes you'd laugh like it was funny.

It wasn't funny, he was mortified and worried -- rendered him speechless to a point that his body came to a standstill.

You're a good person, he knew that most. You were someone that shone brighter than his classmates, that was why he chose you to be his partner at first.

"You must be freaked out, huh," You stated, finally turning to meet his worried eyes with a smile. "I don't blame you, it's a lot to take in."

"I trust you a lot and I just wanted you to know what you're getting yourself into when you're with me, so take your time. I'll wait for you."

Is he feeling bad right now? What was he feeling bad for? That you had a horrible life? He hated pitying people but he couldn't help but worry for you.

Also, what did you mean by 'take your time'? Had you thought Bakugou Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder and soon-to-be Dynamight, was going to run away the second you told him?

If anything he just wanted to hug you right now, but he missed his chance when it reached midnight. Now he's going to accept the consequences of shock by not getting a good night's rest like he intended.

This bothered him.

How were you sleeping right now?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he was out the door. Midnight, shoeless feet, his plain black shirt and sweats, he walked down the corridor to your door and was tempted to knock.

What if he was bothering your rest? He didn't want that, not after the conversation you both had. He turned on his heel and was met face-to-face with his teacher's pet cat who wandered the dorms at night to check on students, it stared straight at his soul and kinda creeped him out.

He put a finger to his lips, trying to shush it from making any possible noise but it harnessed the loudest cat-like screech he's heard. Bakugou jumped when he heard your door creak open, turning as quick as he could to see you.

"Katsuki? What are you doing here at night? 's like...," You trailed off, looking back into your room for your clock. "1:37 AM. It's way past your bedtime."

"U-Uh yeah, sorry. Just wanted to check on you," He mumbled the last bit, shooing you with his hand. "Go back to sleep, I'll talk to ya in the morning."

It was silent for a moment and you sighed, reaching out to grab his retreating hand and pulling him into your room.

"What? Hey! This isn't allowed!" He scolded you, tapping your hand on his. He was grateful it was dark enough to hide the growing warmth on his cheeks.

"Not like it matters, it's almost 2 AM. Don't want you to go to class tired," You mumbled with a yawn. You pulled him to your bed, gesturing him to rest on top of your shoulder as you laid there waiting.

He hesitantly sits down and curls to your side, your hand playing with his soft yet spiky hair. Bakugou relaxes and focuses on your deep breaths.

"What's wrong?" You asked, eyes closed. "Rare t'see you staying up so late. Can't sleep?"

He shakes his head. "Just thinking about you."

"Awww, how sweet~," You whispered with a giggle. "What were you thinking about?"

Bakugou stares at you before grunting.

"Drop the act. I saw your puffy eyes the second you came out of your room," He snarls, sitting up and looking down at you. "Don't do that in front of me."

You frowned for a moment and smiled again, hand reaching up and caressing his cheek. It was always so soft and clear, probably from the quirk he inherited from his mother.

"Can't help it. Got used to it, hun," You told him. "Not like I could sleep either, cried 'til I could. Kinda worked until I heard Mr Aizawa's cat screeching."

Bakugou cringed with his eyes closed. "Sorry."

"No problem, I like his cat," You answered. It was silent again. "Do you think I'm pitiful?"

"No," He answered. "If you're looking for pity, you're dating the wrong guy."

Chuckling, you nodded. "Must be dating the right one then."

You sat up just slightly, kissing his chin. It was the most you could do in the position, and he didn't seem like the type to budge. He grabs your cheek and kisses your forehead.

"Whatever happened, happened. Just because you told me, doesn't mean my impression of you changed. You just...," He trailed off. "... Showed me how you need to be treated, the best of the best."

"You're a better fit for a hero than any extra. Trust me," He stated firmly. Tears welled up in your eyes and you smiled wobbily.

"Damn it, you Katsudon! I just finished crying too," You muttered, rubbing your eyes as you let the tears cascade down your cheeks. He smiles at your reaction, leaning in to kiss you on the lips gently and choosing not to point out the ridiculous pet name you gave him.

"From now on, tell me everything. What makes you uncomfortable, happy, and how I can make you feel better," He ruffles your hair. "I love you, idiot. You're stuck with me."

More tears fell from your eyes. He waited for your smile to come and his heart grew warm again.

"Thank you, Suki. I love you too." You laughed.

♡︎ literate-simp

#bnha #bnha bakugou #bnha headcanons #bakugou x reader #bnba comfort #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou bnha

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willow-salix · 4 years ago

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Day 2 of Isolation on Tracy Island 2.0 (Fluffember prompt : sky)

Day 2 of Isolation 2.0 on Tracy Island and...well I'll be honest, it's not been too bad yet. Everyone seems a lot more civilised than they were the first time, maybe because it's not as bad globally as it was back in… March was it? What year is this, do I still have my youth or have they sucked it out of me?

Anyway, yes, they are better behaved than the first time, I guess because the shock's over with and it's been so long in a kind of half limbo that we're pretty used to it now. They spent the night trying to convince me that they had dragged me from my little witch cave for my benefit rather than theirs, they lie.

Either way, they are slightly less rowdy, according to Jeff, slightly tidier, according to Grandma but still not at all self sufficient, according to John.

I'd decided that, as I had little choice in the matter, I'd make the best of it. I strolled into the empty lounge, dropped my three bags on the floor, raised my arms and yelled at the top of my voice, "Honey, I'm home!"

I don't know what I expected, maybe to be greeted enthusiastically, to have various family members run in from all directions, so happy and grateful to see me, I mean, I was pretty open to any display of affection, truth be told.

But no, not one of them bothered to come and say hello.

"I might as well go back home," I grumbled to Scott who had finished the post flight checks of One and ambled in after me. "I even brought snacks and I'm being ignored."

"Snacks?" his hand was in the bag I indicated by kicking it with my toe before I'd even finished speaking.

"Well, now I know why I was wanted," I sniffed. "Let me guess, food standards have slipped now that you've all eaten through the meals I left in the freezers last time I was here?"

"That has nothing to do with why we wanted you," he assured me, flopping down on one of the couches with his pilfered bounty bar. He unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it, humming happily. "You always bring the best chocolate with you."

"Well, I don't like that American stuff you get," I dropped down beside him and stole the other half of the bar.

"There's nothing wrong with American things," he argued. "Quality products from there."

My eyes slid sideways to look at him. "Dude, are you counting yourself as a quality product?"

"Maybe," he didn't bother denying it.

There wasn't much I could say to that really so I shifted the conversation.

"Where are the other idiots?"

He shrugged.

"That's helpful, thanks." I sighed, resting my head back against the sofa. It was weird but this time really did feel so different, almost like it had been inevitable, we were just waiting for it to come.

"I'm not doing all the work this time," I warned him, "like, you guys are gonna have to step up, I refuse to be your maid and run around after you all like I did last time. New lockdown, new rules."

"We don't need a maid," he argued. "Is it so hard to believe that we just want you here so we're all together?"

I shrugged, still feeling a bit like I'd been both blindsided and guilt tripped into it, not to mention feeling rather damp and itchy from the decontamination chamber Brains has forced me into. I told him that I'd been extra careful, that I'd been following the social distancing, yet he hadn't listened and still insisted that I needed to be blasted.

"Here's the thing," he poked me to make sure I was listening. "Last time you were here to help us get through it. We were all feeling a bit helpless and frustrated and without you here distracting us and bossing us around, things would have been a lot worse. This time is different, this time it would be you stuck at home, we're still able to go out and do our jobs now, even though we're still getting fewer calls than normal and some countries aren't allowing entry, but because of that, as soon as your lockdown came in you would have been alone for a month."

"I think I could have handled that."

"Do you though, do you really?"

I glanced at him, not detecting the teasing tone I had been expecting. Could I have handled it? So many people were stuck alone, unable to see their loved ones, their friends and family or to even go to work again. All the little things that make life more bearable and they had been taken away again. I like peace and quiet, but I knew he was right, being locked away, on my own for another month, maybe longer, it wouldn't actually be good for me.

"Admit it, you love us, you'd miss us."

"I admit nothing," but he was right, I would. I hadn't really thought about it, I guess that's what everyone is doing, trying not to think about it all too much but, while the thought of having a month at home, in peace and quiet sounded like a dream, I wouldn't actually want it.

"You're back!" Alan yelled, cannonballing onto the sofa from parts unknown.

"I guess so," I conceded, trying not to melt when he squished up beside me and stole the chocolate I'd been eating.

"Do you mind?" I asked, purely because I felt I had to, not for any real need to tell him off.

"Nope," he grinned, popping the bounty in his mouth.

"Wait, that's…coconut," I trailed off as he gagged, looking for somewhere to spit it out. I handed him a tissue from my bag and he gratefully emptied his mouth.

"This is going to be hell, isn't it?" I asked no one in particular.

"Probably," Scott agreed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "But at least we'll all be together."

"Joy," I muttered but I did hug him back.

"Are you going to keep a diary this time, too?" Alan asked, having recovered a bit.

"I might," I hedged, not telling him that I'd started yesterday. "But I'm not doing it alone this time, you're all going to help me. Deal?"

"Deal," he agreed.

Gradually a few more wandered in, mostly to pick through my luggage like the vulture that they are, knowing that this time I had been wise enough to bring the contents of my fridge and half my cupboards with me.

Gordon yoinked my pringles, Alan took my milkshake, Virgil helped himself to my chocolate chip cookies.

"Hi," the normally beloved voice said behind me.

I didn't turn around. "I blame you for the fact that I'm here again, you know that, right?"

"Yep," John dropped down beside me on the couch, lifting his arm for me to snuggle under.

"Cuddles will not make up for this betrayal," I warned him, not that it stopped me from taking advantage of it. Any Tracy in a storm and all that, plus this one might be the best, though I am slightly biased.

"We appreciate your sacrifice," he told me solemnly. "And to show our appreciation, we organised a little something."

"You did?" Did I sound sceptical? I believe I did.

"We did!" Alan joined in. "We did some research and found that it's traditional to eat baked potatoes and chilli tonight."

"It is?" I frowned, wracking my brains as to what the heck he was talking about. I was also slightly worried about who had done the cooking.

"Yes," John got up, dragging me to my feet and propelled me towards the windows. He nodded to Virgil, who messaged Brains, saying something I couldn't hear.

As one, all the other idiots surrounded us, all looking up, heads tipped back expectantly, like baby birds awaiting food.

"What are we doing?" I asked, completely confused.

"It's November 5th," Scott answered. "Remember, remember the 5th of November."

Oooooh. I didn't have time to answer as the first rocket shot up into the air, exploding in a burst of colour and sound, lighting up the dark night sky...

#thunderbirds in isolation #thunderbirds are go #isolation island #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds #witch #thunderbirds fanfiction

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bondsmagii · 4 years ago

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Well, and how do you deal with it? With that connection, or that intuition? Because that's very common in my family, and I still hate it with every fiber of my being.

Months before my first cat started showing signs of anemia, I had the most vivid dream of my entire life. She died in my arms, bleeding to death while I cried and tried to stop it. I remember, even now, because I woke up drained and exhausted, and I dismissed it as a stupid dream, until I realized that my cat really was dying, and this it was her blood that was killing her.

Before my grandpa was diagnosed for the second time with cancer, when we didn't even know yet that something was wrong, I dreamt that something dark and heavy was stuck to his lungs. When he told me he loved me the next morning, I cried all over him, and I knew he was leaving me soon.

I was the only one who wasn’t surprised at the diagnosis a few weeks later. The only one who knew he had no time left with us.

I'm scared I'll dream about my mom someday, or my friends, or that I'll just get a feeling, because I don't want that on me. I know there's nothing you can do to stop something like cancer, but I still think maybe if I'd managed to convince them to get my grandpa to the hospital in time, something could've been done. Probably not, or rather, it doesn't really matter, because " a dream" is a dream, not proof.

But it still hurts, sometimes, and I wish I could tell my brain to stop picking up whatever signals it is currently attuned to.

I suppose for me personally it’s just a case of how I’m wired. I actually prefer this. while I can understand the distress it causes others, I’m wired in a way where I always, always see not knowing as worse than knowing (in general, as well as in situations like this). it would torment me far more to realise that I wouldn’t have any warning, and that I wouldn’t get the chance to process the news privately and in my own time before it broke to everyone else. it’s never nice to find out such things, but it’s worse to have it thrust upon you with no warning and from an outside source, I think. I would much rather find out myself and have some time to privately come to terms with it.

the idea of things like this happening with no warning, without my knowledge... it would make the whole thing far more difficult to deal with. I get a lot of comfort from the fact that I’ll Know. it takes a lot of stress off -- it’s probably why I can go for so long without contacting people (simply because I’m a pretty private person) but not worry about them. there’s a kind of security in the fact that if something does happen, chances are I’ll know soon enough. I also find it buys me extra time. the last time I saw my cat, who I’d had since I was 7 years old (a total of 16 years together!), I Knew it would be the last time I would ever see her. of course it was devastating, but it allowed me to say my goodbyes, kiss her and hug her as much as I could, spend some time with her when it was just the two of us in the living room with nobody else around. I knew. she knew. the last thing I ever said to her was to thank her and tell her I loved her. two months later she died, and had I not Known, I would have never had the chance to say goodbye -- I live 300 miles away. the idea that she could have died without me having that time to come to terms with it, and that chance to say a proper goodbye... no. I would rather know, any time. I would always rather know.

I’m sorry I can’t be of more assistance, but as you can see, this is something that doesn’t cause me any distress. in fact, it’s the very opposite that would. I suppose if I could offer any advice it would be to try your best to come to terms with the abilities you have. as difficult as it is, it places you in a unique position and allows you to prepare and take opportunities most people would never get. I’m personally profoundly grateful for that.

#sorry for the wack ass formatting but for some reason tumblr won't display the reply otherwise #anon #asks

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stormtodoroki · 5 years ago

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Love Sparks

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader

Soulmate AU

Warnings: None

P.O.V: Reader's

Word Count: 2,644

The knowledge about how and when Quirks came along goes far beyond my family's history, at least I think. My name is Aizawa, (f/n) and I am preparing for my UA entrance exam, thankfully my mother has allowed me to come to Japan from America for schooling. She mentioned something about being able to meet my grandparents as well as my biological father, if I get the chance. She hasn't told me much about him, every time I'd ask her she'd get really mad and tell me not to ask again, but I was persistent, I just had to know. But that's not the only thing I had to know, not only are quirks a fascinating part of our lives but so is the way we find our forever person, our body's receive a shock that courses through our bodies when we make skin to skin contact with our soulmate.

I stood at the main gates and took a few deep breaths, this was it, the beginning of my future, if I passed this entrance exam I will officially be a hero student at UA High. As I took my steps over the threshold and moved closer to the designated building I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. What if my quirk might not be good enough to get through? What if someone has a similar quirk and they have better control over it than I do? I stopped walking all together and was about to turn around when someone crashed into me.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU DAMN EXTRA! STAY OUTTA MY WAY."

I looked up to see what I could only describe as an angry porcupine, his face contorted with rage if I looked at him close enough I'd probably see steam coming out of his ears. I let out a quick apology and nodded, he tsked and walked away grumbling, boy I would hate to be in the same testing area as him, I'm just grateful that I didn't say anything back to him. I shook my head clear and walked into the building, looking for my number I sat next to a kid who looked like he was in the wrong place, he dressed a bit too formal. I wonder if he's going to take the exam in that?

I took a quick glance around and gulp, there's a lot of kids here, I knew how prestigious the school was and how low the acceptance rate was, but this was just insane. My attention was soon directed to the front where- oh my gosh it's the Pro-hero Present Mic., he's giving us the run down for the practical? This should be good.

Present Mic. walked to the middle of the stage, he turned to all of us and screamed,

"Welcome to today's live performance. Everybody say, hey!"

We were all silent. You could hear crickets chirping.

"Well, that's cool, my examinee listeners! I'm here to present the guidelines of your practical, are you ready, there was silence, yet again as he screamed, "YEAH! "

Listening to Present Mic. screaming and talking loud like he always does began to give me a headache, rubbing my temples I tried to focus on what he was saying. A few rows or so away, I heard what sounded like muttering, I quietly turned and looked towards it, there was a boy with unruly green hair next to, I can't believe it… it's the angry porcupine from earlier who knocked into me. Though he didn't seem too happy to be next to the green haired boy.

"This is how the test will go, my listeners! You'll be experiencing 10-minute-long "mock cityscape maneuvers"! Bring along whatever you want! After this presentation, each head to your assigned testing location."

"Is that so kids from the same middle school can't help each other out?"

I heard from the duo behind me, shaking my head clear I was happy that I didn't know anyone from Japan so it'd be easier for me to take the test and not worry about any of my friends who were also trying to get into UA, all I have to do is worry about myself.

"Each site is filled with 3 kinds of faux villains, points are rewarded for defeating each according to their respective difficulty levels!! Use your quirks to disable, these faux villains and earn points! That's your goal, listeners! Of course, playing the anti-hero and attacking other examinees is prohibited!"

I noticed during this part of Present Mics. explanation, the boy dressed in formal attire next to me was twitching in his seat, he waited for Present Mic. to finish talking before he up abruptly stood up with his hand and paper in the air.

"Excuse me, but if I may ask a question?!"

Oh boy, this ought to be great…

"There appear to be no fewer than 4 varieties of faux, the one on this handout, such a bland, if it is one, is highly unbecoming for you. Japan's top academy we're all here today in the hopes of being molded into model heroes."

He then turned and pointed to Green Bean.

"And you with the curly hair, you've been muttering this whole time, it's distracting if this is some sort of game to you then please leave immediately! "

He muttered, sorry and put his hands to his mouth, I covered my mouth with my hand and fought back a giggle.

"Alright, alright, examinee 7111 nice catch thanks, but the 4th faux villain variety gets you zero points this more of an obstacle, have you all played Super Mario Brothers, the old retro games?"

"It's kind of like a thwomp! Only one at each site, a "gimmick" that will rampage around in close quarters."

I heard quiet murmurs about the zero pointer all around me and just shook my head in pity, clearly this is a decoy. Yes, there may be a zero pointer but it's more likely to be the biggest one there is otherwise there'd be more stationed at each site. They expect us not to worry about said faux villain, yet it'll probably be the most important one in the whole exam, I'll have to keep an eye out for it.

"Thank you, sir, I apologize for the interruption!"

With that the formal guy next to me took a bow and sat back down.

"That's all for me, I'll leave my listeners with our school motto, the great hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said, 'true heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life!' plus ultra!! Break a leg everyone! "

With that everyone got up from their spots and filed out in search of where they were to go. As I looked around the battle center I was sent to a breathed out a sigh of relief, neither the formal dude or the hot head were in sight. I looked around for the green bean to ask him what the hot head had shoved up his butt, but to my dismay he wasn't assigned to my battle center either. Looking around I see people meditating and conversing with each other, I don't need to do either. I began walking towards the front of the crowd marveling at the city front before me. I looked around and saw Present Mic. on top of a platform and smiled up at him and waved, like a buffoon he looked and and pointed to himself in confusion then waved back before pointing to the city urgently.

I took that as my cue to go so I took a deep breath and ran in, I made in about 10 feet into the city before I heard him call out.

"What are you waiting for?! There are no timers in real battles! Begin!"

I knew if I turned around I'd see all the kids running towards me so I decided to get some air coverage. Sticking my arms and hands out to my sides I shot up into the air leaving a trail of water spiraling down below me. I landed on a high rise and looked around the city, seeing a 1 pointer and a 2 pointer approaching I summoned a ball of water into my hands and contorted it into a spear.

I began to run and jump the rooftops closer to the faux villains and replicated the spear before throwing them both at each bot, taking them down. As the bots were falling I hopped onto them and used my water to slide down to the ground. Looking around them I did a double check to make sure nobody made it this far and accidentally got crushed by a giant falling robot. After seeing it was clear I decided to make way to the center on food, as I began to jog I heard a scream from behind me. I turned to look and saw a 3 pointer ready to crush a girl with pink hair and what appears to be horns? I looked closer and saw her foot was stuck and she was trying to get out without using her quirk on herself. I definitely wouldn't make it to her by running, so I had to muster up my energy and use my quirk from afar, something I'm not too good at.

"Hey! Close your eyes!"

The girl looked at me and nodded, I then stood next to one of the fallen faux villain bots and took a stray piece in a ball of water I expanded to its size, quickly I released the piece and expanded the water ball more until it was the size of the bot. I hurled the ball of water at the bot and encased it in my water ball before throwing the water ball into the air, it disappeared from the center and past the clouds.

"Okay, I may have been a little too extreme… "

I muttered to myself, as I walked over to the girl and helped free her.

"You good?"

She nodded and thanked me.

"Don't mention it, just go get some more points for yourself. I'd hate for you not to be able to get in because you were stuck and couldn't stop thanking someone who saved you."

After taking down a few more bots and saving a few people I estimate that I have around 35 points right now which means I should be in good standing. I was so lost in thought that I bumped into someone, they sent a shock through me and I froze for a second before shaking my arm.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you with my quirk are you okay?"

'What? Wait? He hit me with his quirk?'

I cleared my head and looked at him in confusion, that wasn't just the electric shock that goes through your body when you meet your soulmate?

"Oh… uh. Don't worry about it. I'm all good."

'Lies, why would I be alright? You know damn well it wasn't your quirk.'

He gave me a look of uncertainty and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Kaminari Denki. Nice to meet you uh… what's your name?"

I scoffed internally, 'really? That's how you're gonna ask me my name? Dude just how dense are you?'

"F/n L/n. Crap, sorry. L/N, F/N. Nice to meet you as well Kaminari. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go and rack up more points so if you don't mind I'll just be o-"

Kaminari cut me off by yelling.

"That's a zero pointer! No way! That thing is huge!"

Looking up I saw what he was talking about, I smirked.

"U.A. definitely lives up to its prestigious name. I am impressed. Wow. This zero pointer is glorious."

Kaminari looked at me like I was insane, as if I somehow sparked a fire in him he puffed out his chest in glee and smirked.

"All the more reason for me to prove my strength. Stand back L/N I'm gonna light this bot up."

I blinked in surprise as he ran towards the bot and he charged up- no way, he wasn't kidding. Large amounts of electricity sprayed out of his hands to the bot, it froze in place for a few moments with electricity spazzing all around the bots frame, but it didn't go down. Kaminari turned to me and gave me a thumbs up and a dumb look on his face.

"Kaminari you fool! You fried your brain with that foolish attack!"

The bot soon was out of its shocked state and raised it's foot ready to pummel the poor dunce. I quickly mustered up my strength and formed a water ball and sent it at Kaminari, once he was inside I whipped it at me. Kaminari and the water ball collided into me just as the bot stomped down where Kaminari was seconds before. I stood up and slapped Kaminari, feeling another jolt of electricity surge through me.

'Awh hell. This fool is my soulmate and he's too dense to realize it's not his quirk.'

I turned to the bot and watched it moved closer before turning back to Kaminari.

"After this exam you're taking me out for ice cream for saving your fried ass not only once but twice."

I turned back to the bot and sent two water balls towards the next spots where it would step, not satisfied with the ground I sent more until the bot stepped and sunk a few feet.

"Yes! It worked!"

I happily then made a few water spears and threw them at the bot before I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes and concentrated on a tiny ball of water in my hands, I needed to focus all my energy if I wanted to make this work. I slowly enlarged the ball in my hand and listened as it started to crackle and pop, taking another deep breath I slowly opened my eyes and smirked before shrinking the softball sized water ball and throwing it at the exposed part of the bot. Once it was a foot from contacting the bot I spread my arms out enlarging the crackling ball and watched as it downed the bot.

I looked to Kaminari and sighed. I need to get him somewhere safe until this wears off, if I leave him here he'll be an easy target for the other bots. I'm pretty sure there's five minutes left meaning I can still get a few more points if I hurry up. I took some gummies out of my pocket and threw them in my mouth, I'm lucky we were allowed to bring things in that would help us, otherwise I'd have been out for the count when I helped that pink girl. I led Kaminari to a safe area and smirked as a three pointer came out of the alley next to us, I jumped up with my water and formed water around my wrist as I plummeted down and punched the bot. It went down just as Present Mic. screeched.

"It's all over! Good job everybody!

Within moments Recovery Girl was by my side looking at Kaminari, she shook her head and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Kaminari blinked and looked around in a state of confusion before looking at me.

"Come on Kaminari, you owe me an ice cream."

I poked his cheek and was sent another shock of electricity, which he definitely would have felt as all and leaned into his ear.

"After all we are soulmates, and I just saved your butt."

I gave the shocked boy a knowing smile and grasped his hand and began leasing him away towards the exit. If we both somehow get into the hero course this was going to be one exciting year...

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( kim seokjin, cismale, he/him, 26. ) — CHOI MINWOO, better known to the authorities as PROMETHEUS, has been working for the kumiho for around SEVEN YEARS as a COORDINATOR. rumor has it, they can be ADAPTABLE & CONCILIATORY but also HAUGHTY & MATERIALISTIC which is why crystal champagne flutes, black cards, cigar smoke, and tailored suits makes me think of them.

okay first and foremost i want to say a genuine THANK YOU to each and every one of you for showing interest in this group ! truly, it's been my baby for a while now & i'm so glad i was able to ( with help from ness, obviously ) bring it back for all of us to enjoy ! words can't express how grateful i am for all of you & for the out pour of love and support we've received for kumiho ! now... onto the usual intro stuff !

hello, i'm gem, i'm 21+, i go by she / her pronouns and i live in the cst timezone ! i absolutely love pain, angst & ruining my characters lives. i also tend to use memes all the time so if we're talking.. just prepare for memeage. also a fun fact that literally know one asked for but i'm giving it to you anyways: i cried the first time i ever saw a corgi in real life & proceeded to run across a busy street to be able to pet it ! okay now for real, onto the things you're really here for !

this dude right here is minwoo, he's a tiny bit of a trashy mess but honestly i can't seem to play characters that aren't a mess ? his backstory is still a work in progress, but below the cut is basic stats / bullet proof bio / personality traits / basic wanted plots & a few more random things !

if you'd like to plot, feel free to add me on discord ( 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝕆𝕆𝔽.#9330 ), im me or SMASH that little heart button & i'll come to you !

GENERAL INFORMATION.

full name: choi minwoo. nickname(s): min, woo, minnie. date of birth: tbd. age: twenty-five. nationality: korean. spoken languages: korean, english, chinese, japanese, thai, french, spanish, german & russian. gender: cismale. pronouns: he / him / his. sexuality: bisexual. faceclaim: kim seokjin ( jin ) of bts. BACKGROUND. hometown: daegu, south korea. current residence: seoul, south korea. financial status: upper class. occupation: coordinator. family connections: tbd.

EXTRA INFORMATION.

myers briggs: entp-a. ( the debater. ) enneagram: seven. ( the enthusiast. ) temperament: choleric. moral aligment: neutral evil. hogwarts house: slytherin. sin: gluttony. virtue: pride. zodiac: tbd. element: fire.

BIOGRAPHY.

born and raised in daegu, south korea.

parents were both incredibly well known. one being a lawyer, one being a ceo of a multi-million dollar corporation.

they weren't around a lot due to how busy their schedule was, so minwoo was mostly raised by the nannies / maids that were always around.

there was a tiny bit of resentment that minwoo held towards his parents for never being around that he'd take that out on the nannies, so much so they had a hard time keeping a full-time nanny hired. they'd constantly quit their jobs due to how minwoo treated them.

after a while, though, the choi's were able to find one nanny in particular that didn't take minwoo's attitude personally & didn't allow it to effect their job. in fact, they started to reprimand min for the way he was acting out.

at first, of course, minwoo didn't take well to that at all. he got more angry, started getting more of an attitude. but after a while, he grew tired of it.. finally breaking down & it was then that the nanny figured out why he was lashing out at every person that happened to be doing the job his parents were supposed to be.

minwoo started to calm down after that day, finally starting to realize that it wasn't the nannies fault that his parents were always working and couldn't be around to raise him like he really wanted them to be.

it was then that his grades started to get better, attitude improving almost completely. sure, there were days where it still got to him, but for the most part he stopped taking it out on everyone but the people actually responsible for the way he felt.

his school days after that went really well, acing all of his classes and staying at the top of his grade the entire time. things got different around high school, though. his parents started breathing down his neck about either becoming a ceo or a lawyer.

neither of those things is actually what minwoo wanted to do, fully unsure of what he wanted to do with his life. but he didn't want to let either of them down, so in his free time he ended up studying for both things.

completely letting his 'free' time go in order to please both of his parents caused him to start building up his aggression & resentment once more.

he couldn't take it for much longer, his parents constantly yelling at him to get his shit together caused him to hate school, hate studying for both things that he doesn't want to do...

so one day, he snapped. his father bursting through his room as he was taking a break only to start yelling & instead of falling back into line, minwoo got up & got in his father's face and began yelling back. telling his father that what his parents wanted him to do wasn't what he wanted at all.

his father didn't take too kindly to that, basically telling minwoo that if he didn't want to do either of the things his parents wanted him to do, he could move out and deal with life on his own.

to prove a point, that's exactly what minwoo did, moving into his aunt's house as he finished high school, finding multiple part-time job that'd pay the bills he needed to pay as well giving his aunt some for rent just because she willingly let him in.

those were also something he didn't want to do, but he did them anyways just to be able to have some sort of income.

after he graduated high school, he had tons of colleges that wanted him to join them just because of how good his grades were, but that also didn't seem to be something he wanted to do.

he declined each and every one of them with little to no regret, his aunt supporting the decision even though she wanted to see him do something better with his life.

those words stuck with him as he finally moved out of her home & into a small apartment, busting his ass to constantly be able to pay bills.

it wasn't until he met someone at the bar he worked at that his life started to take a turn for the better. the mastermind happened to frequent the place he worked, always giving minwoo a hard time about doing better things with his life, only for minwoo to brush it off.

but one night, min finally got curious, asking the mastermind what that meant. that's when the offer to join the kumiho was set in place. the mastermind had seen how determined minwoo was, overheard min talking about the four shitty jobs he had to work in order 'survive' just because he didn't want to even touch the money his parents constantly kept sending him just out of spite.

minwoo actually started out in the kumiho as a runner, getting things that the crew needed & hiding in plain sight.

however, the second that the mastermind found out about minwoo's studies, they were quick to suggest something more, explaining the difficulties of being a coordinator & explaining why they thought minwoo would be perfect for the job.

minwoo was skeptical at first, though it only took a few days of debating with himself before he agreed & ever since then, he's done his best. he wanted to make sure that the mastermind was proud of the choice they'd made.

PERSONALITY.

most of the time, minwoo seems pretty cocky & sarcastic.

can be extremely blunt when it comes to certain things, even if his words might happen to hurt someone else.

extremely selfish for the most part, always looks out for himself before he looks out for others... but he does still care about others, even though he barely shows it.

also loves to "one up" others, it's the competitive side of him but he usually does so in a playful / teasing way.

he's deep down really goofy & loves to have fun. loves to explore & goof off whenever possible.

has the tendency to hate commitment, so whenever feelings start getting involved, his knee-jerk reaction is to run & avoid it at all cost.

is one of those people who pretends to hate everything & be really serious but will dance around his room in his boxers when he thinks no one can see him.

a very two-sided person but not in a way that could be seen as fake.. he's just got a very serious side of him vs the goofy, fun loving one that doesn't get to be seen as often.

extremely serious when it comes to his job, though. will call people out on the smallest of mistakes if he thinks it'll effect any of the heists. he really has no issue with confrontation & will do so if he thinks it's needed.

absolutely loves to cook, picked that up when he was living with his aunt. he started cooking dinner and meals so that his aunt didn't have to whenever she got home.

also a tiny a bit neat freak so he gets a tiny bit stressed out whenever headquarters is a little bit messy and will either just clean up the messes or get snippy with everyone until he figures out who did it.

loves fashion, constantly is seen going to fashion shows to try and keep up with the latest trends & constantly is buying clothes & accessories.

also loves cars, will buy the latest and greatest models of each and every sports car that comes out.

his 'socialite' side comes out the most during events where he's around a bunch of people, creating new ties with whoever he can knowing connections like those will help him gain new followers & things like that.

known for modeling & his instagram / social media posts, gaining a following just because of his 'ootd' posts as well as the snapchat videos he posts about his daily life.

PLOT IDEAS.

bad influence. ( on your muse. )

best friends.

brotp.

confidant.

current hook up(s).

drinking / party buddies.

drunken hook up.

enemies that used to be friends.

exes who ended on bad terms.

flirtationship.

will they / won’t they.

friends with benefits.

good influence. ( on minwoo. )

hate sex.

one night stand(s). ( past & present. )

partner in crime.

past hook up(s).

ride or die.

trouble makers.

unlikely friends.

#kumiho.intro #— ⟢ paging captain dumbass ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ out of character.

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ruby3818 · 7 years ago

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Hello! This is a little related to canon. I'm the anon who asked Cap why he dedicated his latest fan fic to you (Lost Fragments). How does it feel to have not just one but 3 franticshipping fan fics dedicated to you. Also, your blog is amazing. Ruby and Sapphire need more love. Thanks!

It feels good anon, @cap-cavern is an amazing person and writer and having something from her dedicated to me is something I feel grateful for :’) I feel blessed. I also remember when we’d stay up talking on chat for so late during the writing process of Lost Fragments, talking about our lives and franticshipping hehe and both our pasts and just seeing exactly how much we both related to each other, so it’s important to me in that way too. She’s my best friend really and now a sister to me as well :D

Honestly, if it weren’t for Cap I would’ve probably given up on being online, or everything really at so many points in the past few months but she’s always stuck by me and given me that extra push I needed (especially with my self confidence ahh I’m terrible with that but she always knows what to say to help T-T) . Thank you Cap! (I know I’m rambling on but ILY!)

Also thank you Anon! It means a lot to hear that people like my blog :’)

#ask #anonymous

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chronicallypainful · 8 years ago

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What's your story? Sorry if this is too intrusive I saw you say something about curling into a ball and crying about how you have no future and then getting better?? And I'm in the same position right now so I guess I'm looking for hope

My story. I'm not sure my life (or human lives in general) fits into a neat story structure. The story of how I got the diagnosis is long and complicated, with plenty of dead ends along the way. The story of how I learned to cope is even longer. But let me try to give a summary.

I first had persistent pain as a junior in high school. I was attending a boarding school, which emphasized an academically rigorous curriculum. It was a supportive environment, where I felt strong ties to both my peers and my instructors, but the pain was still terrifying.

It started in my wrists, and I firmly believe that I had and overuse injury, probably carpal tunnel or similar. I read everything I could about those sorts of injuries, while also applying my perfectionism to ergonomics.

As the pain didn't go away and started to migrate into my elbows, I found myself in a place of conflict. On one hand, everything I was reading about overuse injuries told me to stop. Stop typing. Stop using the computer. Don't aggravate the condition. On the other hand, I was a student, and a perfectionistic one at that. I felt that I had to use the computer. I had school work to do.

In this time period, I did start investigating assistive technologies. I started using Dragon NaturallySpeaking for as much computer work as I could. (Dragon NaturallySpeaking is software that allows me to talk to my computer to write text and, to a limited degree, navigate the user interface.) However, the software did not work for mathematics and computer science. In those subjects, I was stuck with a keyboard.

I also investigated mouse alternatives and ergonomic keyboards. I tried several, including trackballs, large touchpads, and split keyboards. Some of them resulted in a slight reduction in pain, but they all still hurt.

I was willing to cause myself pain and, I thought, possibly physical harm in the name of academic work, but I could not justify that risk when it came to my hobbies. I completely stopped playing to musical instruments, playing video games, doing hobbyist computer programming, and knitting.

While all of this is going on, I am doing my best to consult medical professionals. The nurse practitioner who was my primary care physician at the time dismissed my concerns, saying I had tendinitis and telling me to take ibuprofen and ice the area daily. A few months later, I saw an orthopedist who, after ruling out any structural problems, sent me to physical therapy. In physical therapy, I did build strength, but it did not reduce my pain.

This general pattern continued for at least two years. I struggled through school, always managing to excel academically, but also always fearing that I was hurting myself with my computer use. I continued to use speech to text software to write papers where I could, but that software continued to be useless in mathematics and computer science. The pain continued to spread, affecting more and more of my body over time. I saw several more doctors, who continued to be useless.

When I went to college, I majored in mathematics. I thought about computer science, but my inability to type made that an unattainable goal. Nonetheless, I do love mathematics, and I do not regret that choice.

One other thing changed when I went to college; I registered with disability services. Overall, that office was not particularly helpful to me. But, I did now have documentation that I could take to my professors and explain that I could not write or type (much). Unlike in high school, I took the approach that I wasn't going to cause myself unnecessary pain by doing significant fine motor activities. The math department worked with me very well, and I took many oral exams and even submitted a fair bit of oral homework while an undergraduate student.

However, by my sophomore year, it was becoming clear just how much this condition was a disability when it came to my imagined future in mathematics. I could not write down my own mathematical ideas. I couldn't work out a critical computation on a chalkboard, and I also couldn't write a mathematics paper. It felt to me like all of my mathematical ideas were necessarily filtered through someone else. And that felt very confining. The best analogy I can give is that of a painter forced to "paint" only by telling an assistant what to do. She is never allowed to touch the paintbrush herself; only to give descriptions to the assistant.

There were a number of reasons why I now see that my thinking at that time was wrong, but, at that time, I felt hopeless. I have a very clear memory of myself sitting/lying on the rug in my dorm room and crying. I was in constant physical pain. I couldn't see how I had a future in mathematics, but I also couldn't see any other future for myself. I felt worthless, hopeless, and extremely angry. I rolled around on that rug, sobbing uncontrollably while also fighting the urge to punch things, to break things.

That was the point where I realized I needed help. Once I had calmed down from my hour or so of crying, the depth of my anger was a wake-up call for me. I called the counseling center at my college and set up an appointment.

And, slowly, pieces started to fall into place. I participated in group therapy, focused on cognitive behavioral therapy skill building. I learned to separate out thoughts, emotions, and actions. I learned to identify some of the thought patterns that had previously trapped me. I listened to my peers talk about their challenges, and I shared my own. I gave voice to my fears, and I no longer felt like I was facing the world alone. In short, I learned to cope.

About a year later, I finally got a diagnosis. (I'm omitting the long string of doctors and other medical professionals that led to that diagnosis. There is a list in one of my recent posts.) Central sensitization syndrome. Very similar to fibromyalgia or chronic myofascial pain syndrome. There is no cure, and there are very few effective treatments. But it did establish, once and for all, that this disease is not my fault. I didn't do this to myself by abusing my body at the keyboard; this disease is neurochemical.

About a year after my diagnosis, I found the tumblr spoonie community and started writing about my experiences. This community has meant a lot to me. It has helped me learn how to communicate, and reminded me that I'm not alone in this often confusing experience.

Over the next couple of years, I had a few more small victories. I found a good physical therapist, who I worked with for a little over a year, and we did manage to improve my pain somewhat. I finally made some progress on assistive technology for writing mathematics, and, for the first time in years, I was able to write part of my own paper. I graduated, with honors, from my college with a bachelors of science degree in mathematics. I was accepted into a well-respected graduate program, and I was granted financial support to study there.

My first semester graduate school tossed me some extra challenges in the form of extreme fatigue and sleepiness. I was falling asleep in lecture after lecture during my first semester. In February, I was diagnosed with obstructive sleep apnea and began treatment with CPAP. Over the past approximately one year, I have worked with my sleep doctor to control the residual sleepiness that remained even with CPAP. It's not perfect, but I am doing much better.

More recently, I passed a major set of exams for my graduate program, and I'm starting to identify potential research topics/advisors as I move forward in my program.

It's late, and I need to go to bed. I hope what I've written is at least semi-coherent. In addition to being tired, I wrote it with speech to text software, and I haven't proofread thoroughly.

I hope this is helpful. As I reflect on my experiences, what I see is the story of how I learned to live with illness and disability, how I adapted, and how I grew. It's not easy, and it took years. And I still have to work at some of it today. I still have to remind myself that it's okay to be disabled, to reassure myself that it's okay to ask for help, and to drag my brain out of catastrophizeing thought spirals. I still have bad days, both mentally and physically, and there are still days when I want nothing more than to take a deep breath and scream at the top of my lungs. But I am grateful. I am grateful for this life. I am grateful for this opportunity to live, to experience so many wonderful things, and to hopefully have a net positive impact on the lives of the people around me. And I'm hopeful about the future. Not so much about the idea that I might one day be cured (though that would be great!), but about all of the awesome things that I am going to do as a disabled person. I'm excited for the art I will make, the math I will do, the assistive technology that I will invent, the lives I will touch with kindness and compassion. I live with constant physical pain, but I have made it to a place where I am still so amazingly grateful to be alive.

As far as I can tell, that’s reason to hope. I wish you the best.

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