#content abnormal magazine

[contentabnormal]

Here is Content Abnormal magazine issue #6! Enjoy!

[bbytamaki]

more random obey me headcanons >:)

content: sfw headcanons, scars mentioned (from piercings), belphie has depression, all family love <3, not proofread >:((

note: i haven’t done any dateable hcs yet :(( might do some soon

— lucifer can’t stand bananas. it’s just a thing. even the smell will have him pressing his handkerchief over his mouth like a sick victorian man. does satan use this to his advantage? possibly.

— has very feminine hands. he covers them with gloves so he doesn’t have to hear asmo’s jealous whining. if anyone brings it up he’s not above strangling them with his dainty, girlish fingers.

— flexible. like shockingly. it doesn’t really come to light that often but every once in a while lucifer follows single mom yoga videos on the weekends.

— mammon has the prettiest facial features ever. like his eyes and lips look so good in candid photos. his magazine covers are the bane of asmo’s existence.

— bird tendencies. like i mean squawking and jumping like 3 feet in the air when startled. in his demon form he’s just a big parrot. he does the head tilt thing when he’s confused.

— if anyone stands in front of him for longer than a minute he’s picking lint out of their hair and fixing their clothes. his brothers have gotten more than used to his “preening” and either avoid standing around him for too long or just take it. lucifer does this too and sometimes they’ll just stand and fix each other’s clothes for like 5 minutes straight while everyone else is like “???”

— levi is tall. very tall. he’s just so scrawny and lanky and his posture is awful so you wouldn’t even notice until he actually straightens up to his full height. this rarely ever happens unless he’s in his demon form. when it does he is scary.

— cosplays online. his cosplay friends are some of his favorite people. he already sews his own costumes (as we’ve seen), and he’s really good at makeup. one of his future plans is to meet up in the human world to go to a con with his friends.

— screams like a little girl. one time mammon accidentally walked into the bathroom when levi was showering and he shrieked. lucifer ran to see what the commotion was because “how did a human child find their way into the devildom??” levi has never felt more embarrassed.

— satan watches trashy reality tv in his private time. bad girls club, keeping up with the kardashians, you name it.

— can sing the whole periodic table song by tom lehrer forward and backward. i think satan is actual really good at science and it would be his best and favorite subject.

— he just likes animals in general. he has a thing for bunnies after visiting a human world petting zoo.

— asmo has an abnormally long tongue, like surpassing attractive and approaching freakish. he usually keeps it in his mouth but once every so often decides to creep solomon out just for fun.

— has soooo many stripper friends. if you’re wondering how his hair and makeup stay in place the whole day, he learned from the best.

— he definitely designed an entire line of lingerie but only made one of each design. they’re ultra rare collectibles in the devildom and worth more than you could imagine.

— beel can french braid and make friendship bracelets like he’s going to a girl scout camp. nobody can tell me he didn’t hand make the necklaces he wears.

— speaking of martha stewart beel, he can crochet and makes blankets and cute plushies for belphie all the time.

— luke is actually his little brother and no one can convince him otherwise lol they go back and forth over nothing all the time and stop talking to each other until one of them says “what do you want for dinner”

— belphie is the king of doing his own piercings at home because why pay $50 for something he already knows how to do? he ends up taking some of them out before they heal because he gets tired of them and ends up with a bunch of scars on his face and body.

— you and beel are his dream journal. he texts the attic club gc after every nap to tell you guys what his latest dream was about. (you’re the two people that show up in his dreams the most.)

— goes absolutely dormant during depressive episodes. the complete opposite of his twin brother (beel has to keep busy at all times to stay distracted). asmo carries him to his private bathroom and lets belphie pick his favorite soaps and lotions (he likes the ones that smell like sandalwood, they remind him of taking naps in his brothers’ rooms).

[accio-victuuri]

May CPNs round-up! ❤️💛💚

there is bonus content included here that i haven’t talked about separately in this blog so please enjoy!

• same apple headphones 🎧

• 5/6 zsww rumor

• genki forest ad silhouette similarities, and then it was replaced lol and sadly, they had to apologize.

• more examples of brands using the cp tactic ( allegedly lol )

• same city @ beijing 5/12/2024 but didn’t last long cause wyb had to fly to shanghai for the olympic qualifiers.

• jamy wee jeans

• fake story of wyb giving gifts to the ADLAD team and him visiting the crew which led to more people sharing some of their own szd stories that i didn’t add on the main post so i’m adding here instead. i think this started some conversation on what people heard irl about the two & how those who don’t really follow this pairing have encountered them. whether that means they are in a romantic relationship or not, we don’t know. these are all fake!!!! 💀💀💀

Let me tell you a story. A friend of mine told me that one of her college classmates participated in a hip-hop dance competition (SDC). Although she didn’t get a particularly impressive ranking, she was one of the top 100. Then she saw Xiao Zhan, and everyone knew that they were in a relationship, so they didn’t hesitate to visit him on set. What I said is just a rough estimate. I don’t have a membership so I can’t send pictures. I can swear that what I said is true, not a single word is fake, unless my friend lied to me, but I believe in my friend’s character

I'd also like to contribute a relatively old story, although many people should know it hahaha, that is, the two of them share resources. Someone around my friend is a staff member, and has read the confidentiality agreement of Zan Studio, which seems to say that there can be no conflict of interest with Bo, and to satisfy Bo to the greatest extent. Because Zan has a studio, resources are more free, and if there is something suitable for Bo, he will contact him directly. ( this was in 2020 )

Then I will also share my own experience. I participated in a New Year's Eve party. The lady sitting next to me is from the industry. She is not familiar with Bo Xiao, but the artist she knows has a good relationship with Xiao Xiao. The artist told her that Xiao had a boyfriend in the CQL crew. The artist told Xiao not to date him. Xiao Zhan said firmly, "I will not break up with my boyfriend."

I'll tell you one, my friend's sister is Jixiangkong's assistant, her sister doesn't like xx, um, she's a wyb fan, my friend knows I'm a fan and told me that her sister took a photo with wyb, I asked her indirectly to find out, she said her sister refused to tell, it was around 2019, she suddenly told me that her sister was a little bit abnormal, one day she said for no reason that wyb has turned gay.

My friend is a director of a certain Spring Festival Gala, and his family also works in this field. He has some connections. He used to think I was a fan of him and told me not to be a fan because he likes men. (To prevent screenshots, I can't say whether he is older or younger)

I'll also contribute one. My friend's dance teacher has been with the CQL crew, and after knowing that my friend likes Xiao Xiao, she told my friend that they were dating in CQL. My friend was almost broken. (She wf) ( wf means weifen = solo fan )

• a more comprehensive post about the airpods max cpn 🎧

• 5/14/24 xz’s selfie candies and i forgot to add another bit here, particularly the view from the window— it’s the backdrop for yibo’s chanel magazine cover. i would imagine it’s a popular scenic view but i’m just putting it out there 📷

then after the selfies, xzs released a short video of that day when it was taken. people did cpn of course but i’m just adding those here. so what we noticed is the two birds at the start, lovebirds? and then panning to xz who some say hid his phone or was looking at it then took it away because the camera was on him.

then a very galaxy brain one, and a total coincidence — outside the car, a police car passed by and people are like omg fpu ( formed police unit ) lol. but like if you watch that part, it was a perfect shot.

then some fans noticed similarities with the shots from wyb’s b&w photography 📷

• this next one is not really a cpn but more of me being proud of them and the works they produced. their popularity/traffic is important & definitely has helped them get projects, but we know that they give it their all when it becomes to being actors. the photos below are of the chinese films booth in cannes with both their movies and then the May schedule of their dramas’ reruns in satellite tv networks.

who would have known, they were once these two newbies who wanted to become actors and here we are — both of them have a solid body of work. 🤍

• clowning related to xz’s legend of zanghai poster

• 5/15 candies that revolves around wyb’s performance for the olympics opening. most especially his green + pink shoes 💕

• evisu x palace shirt that sneakily has their names on it

• 5/16 LRLG post and interpretations and then add-on speculation of relating this to the milan vlog and what some shots could mean

• their tissue endorsements matching so well. 💙♥️ and representing their cql character colors too!

• 5/20/24 zsww fake rumor - new clothes for jianguo, bickering and eating spicy food

• numbers playing for 520. 9785 and 828

• palace x wedgwood collab 🍓

• cpfs having discussions and comparisons to yy’s scandal to prove that bjyxszd

• 5/23/2024 fake rumor house

• XZ’s look for an endorsement Ad ( Liushen ). the whole fit and even the brand used screams WYB! 😂

• rumor compilation from 给博肖加点小料bot. from the past dates 2/24, 3/3, 3/26, 4/3, 4/29, 5/21 and 5/29.

• xz buying mcdo toys 🍔

• in the li-ning video released 5/31 xz was asked if he plays badminton and what he does during off times and the first thing he said is talk to his friend(s). who is that friend? is this the friend from the crew? 😜 no seriously. then after that he mentioned playing badminton, running and keeping fit. but the fact that he said talking to his friend? wow.

• the pink wedding theme potential from xz’s evelom outfit 💕💕🌸🌸

<<< previous month

[legions-top-dog]

(Vulpes lays awake in his bed.)

You can’t do anything without having to appeal to force.

That isn’t… true…

Don’t lie to me. Reason is you can’t care about anyone if you tried.

But I grieved….

Over a man you literally don’t know and felt weird about. That is much older than you.

…

Don’t you find that weird?

Abnormal?

I… I can fit in- I… I’m normal…

You aren’t. You ogled that magazine and read it page to page. Those animals in there aren’t human at all. Doesn’t sound normal.

… maybe I did, but- I’ve been planning stuff….

Planning what? You wasted so much munitions trying to kill something that can’t be killed by bullets or guns.

But I… I’m trying to… help myself… get rid of you-

Oh, now I’m the enemy? Wise choice trying to get rid of yourself. Your best attempt at trying to cure yourself of me was to drug yourself with Day Tripper. Which the Legion prohibits you dumb fuck.

… I don’t know what to do…. I should speak to a therapist…:

Galileo is fucking dead you idiot. Five is probably going to shoot you after all your hard work at doing nothing except being a loose cannon and antagonizing the locals.

You made me do this… you did!

Again with blaming me. Did I force you to get all crabby and start trying to kill people and kick their doors down?

….

No.

Please… somebody…. get me away from him….

*Vulpes starts crying*

Way to go with the hysterics, dumbass. Legionnaires don’t cry.

What do you want from me? What did I do to you?

I’ll tell you. You’re worthless. Pathetic. I’m here trying to save you, but you’ve put yourself in a corner and refuse to listen.

There’s no hope for you, you stupid bastard.

(Contains sensitive content.)

Kill yourself. Only way out of this. Die while you’re still ahead. Before you slip and regress.

Vulpes gets up. He goes to bathe, he puts on his clothes, and his helmet, then opens the drawer and takes out the revolver sitting next to the two books that made him who he was. He opens a case of Magnum rounds and takes a bullet out.

He puts the bullet in the cylinder.

And he closes it.

Then he slowly holds the gun to his temple.

He closes his eyes and whimpers in fear as his finger twitches on the stiff revolver trigger.

[carcarcraziiv2]

Hi! Thank you for my last request! It was amazing! I am so filled with emotions that I wanted to do another request where Reader is Kayn's younger sister. And here's my idea. Reader is still a teenager, but she goes to high school. But like her brother, she has an alter ego. Reader herself is calm and quiet, and is also a pacifist. But her alter ego is her exact opposite. She is very cunning, crazy, and also a skilled manipulator. She can also be aggressive. Once, when Reader was offended, her alter ego brought a kitchen knife with her to school the next day, but she didn't kill anyone, she just scared off the abusers. Because of her alter ego, Reader was nicknamed abnormal. They often say that "she's just as crazy as her brother," but they try to say it outside of Reader's presence because they're afraid of provoking her aggressive personality. Thank you very much!

This is amazingly detailed and a super cool idea, I am excited to write this! Here you gooooo! <3 Thank you so much for your praise on the last one, i was a little nervous about it tbh!

I took a bit more time to actually plan out where I was going with this one. I hope you enjoy it as much as the other one!

CONTENT: Student reader x big brother Kayn. Slight mentions of bullying, seclusion, bringing a weapon to school, mental illness?

There was nothing you hated more than meeting new people. The past month you had not only done that, but you had moved and ended up at an entirely new school- one with no friends, new teachers, and new classes.

The first few weeks were a nauseous display of meet and greets, teachers trying to understand where you left off at your last school, and you trying to get used to all the new overall.

And the students... your peers... everyone was so difficult and different to the people you had been used to where you lived previously. The stress of everything had been getting to you, and the day you dreaded finally came.

It was a normal Tuesday at first, sitting alone in the library at lunch while reading a horror novel you had found shoved behind some dumb teenage-proof books. Your day had gone smoothly up until then, even though you had felt a tad irritable since waking up.

A girl, one who you could have sworn belonged on the cover of a teen magazine, walked up to you and plopped down. She was loudly chewing gum, ripping her books out of her backpack and slamming them on the table. Unfortunately for you, she saw your glare.

"You don't own the library, you know," she spat at you, flipping her long straight hair over a shoulder.

It was a simple statement, really. You were always so quiet, so reserved.

When her words penetrated your ears, you felt yourself go numb at first. It hadn't happened for so long, you almost forgot what was happening. It was like someone turned you off, your eyes rolling back in your head and a deep breath cascading into your lungs. When your breath released and your eyes reopened, you weren't you anymore.

You were her.

She slammed her book onto the table, standing so abruptly the chair underneath her flew backward.

"Who told you to sit here, of all places?", her- your- voice was loud. Louder than it should be in such a place. You gestured to the multitude of empty tables surrounding the two of you, eyes wide with a craze you felt permeating through your blood, heating you up. "Look at all of those tables! Why here?"

"Jeez, I just sat down somewhere, I didn't think about it," the girl huffed, scooping up her backpack and books without bothering to put them away as she walked to a different table. Your gaze followed her the entire way, hands still flat on the tabletop.

When she sat down and looked at you briefly before turning her attention to her phone, the flip switched again, and you were yourself once more.

A blush rose in your cheeks as you realized what you, no, what she had done. That disgrace that lived within you, the same one that affected your brother.

Your other half, unfortunately. The ying to your yang. The chaos to your neutrality.

You tried to steady your heartbeat and your breathing as you leant down to shamefully pick up the chair and shove it back under the table. Quickly gathering your belongings you scurried out of the library, calling Kayn to pick you up early for the day.

When he arrived, his face was twisted into an expression of concern, eyeing you closely as you hugged your bookbag to your chest and climbed into his shiny black car.

"What happened?" he asked, eyebrows knitted together. You shook your head no, refusing to respond. Holding back your tears was no easy feat as you kept your focus on the school building slowly passing by while Kayn began driving.

You did your best to maintain composure the next few weeks until in passing period you heard two teachers talking about stories they had heard about Kayn from friends at your previous school.

Great, you had thought, apparently even the teachers gossip.

"Two of the same, him and his sister. Is she in any of your classes?" One voice said.

"Yeah, she's so quiet all of the time. I'm certain she will snap at any moment. Didn't you tell me Kayn got into a fist fight with his gym teacher?"

"That's what Sharon told me. What a little freak. I wouldn't be surprised if he's locked up now," you couldn't take it. Naturally you wanted to defend your brother. You could feel through the tension in your body that she did too.

You had to go.

Certain any little thing may trigger her to come out, you shoved your earbuds in with shaky fingers as you made a b-line for the exit.

On the walk home you couldn't stop your thoughts from racing a mile a minute.

Was Kayn really that bad?

Am I going to fist fight somebody?

Please don't come out... Please.

That night went by fast- too fast. Every little thing was upsetting you. It wasn't until you were laying in bed falling asleep while deep in thought that you felt her coming out.

No! You cried internally. But it was too late. Before she had any chance to do anything, your body was already asleep.

~~

The next morning was a blur. Through blinks of haze you saw your hand reaching for a kitchen knife, putting it in your backpack, and getting on the bus. The knife handle was just a little too long, sticking out of the zipper of your bag.

You reached your school, the whole-time sobbing, begging inside your own head to regain control. You just couldn't.

She had consumed your entire being.

You knew she was plotting something nefarious, since the knife was in your bag. You didn't want anything bad to happen, so you tried to focus and regain any sort of your standard conscience.

Before you knew it, you were sitting in the principal's office, the SRO leaning against the wall beside you with his arms crossed. As soon as the teacher saw the handle of the knife in your bag, she dragged you to the principal.

Through the blur, Kayn came in the room. He took one look at you, into your eyes, and spoke to the SRO for a moment. She didn't dismiss the sideways glances from the few teachers in the surrounding office area as you and your brother exited.

"Fuck off! Who do you think you're looking at like that?" Stop! Please be quiet!

Kayn just grabbed your wrist roughly, dragging you along as your other half fought and yanked to go lay your hands upon those giving dirty looks and whispering amongst themselves.

He basically had to throw you in the car to get you to shut up, shoving you in and slamming the door. Your body plopped onto the rough seats and you crossed your arms with a huff, staring out the window as he climbed in and drove away.

"Y/N, you need to come back to me. Can you do that for me, sis?" Kayn's voice was soft, contrary to the stern and somewhat annoyed look on his face. She rolled her eyes in response.

"Why should I let her come back? She is a pushover who would let anyone and everyone talk bad about you as well as herself. Doesn't seem like she can handle the world the way it is," your- her- voice comes out snarky, all the while gazing at the blur of buildings and trees as Kayn drives.

The drive was long, you had to assume he was taking you back to the city you lived before, Kayn pulled onto a remote road right after the city limit sign that led towards a place you were all too familiar with.

The beach.

It was the beach he always retreated too when he couldn't get his other half, Rhaast as he called him, under control. You felt pride in your heart even as your counterpart huffed in annoyance.

Kayn didn't say anything as he put the car in park and walked down the sandy beach toward the oceans waves. For a moment, you felt calm, and you knew she was bound to leave soon.

"I don't want to go," she sighed, fiddling with the hem of the sleeves on your jacket.

Okay... you thought. Maybe we can try and make a deal. We each get our time with boundaries or something... Since we are kind of one in the same.

"Fine," she said, gazing out towards the water where your brother was sitting, his hair flowing in the wind. You felt your heartrate quicken for a moment as your eyes fluttered closed, and you returned to yourself.

You couldn't help it, hyperventilating for a moment before rushing out of the car towards Kayn. You plopped down on your knees in the sand beside him, burying your face into his shoulder as you cried.

He sat in the same position as he was, your head boney on his arm as you sobbed. After a moment he lifted his arms and pulled you into a hug, rubbing your hair with his hand.

"Hey, hey. It's okay," he tried to soothe you. "If you want, I can teach you some tricks to keep her under control."

"I- I- I think I need to do it on my own," you stuttered in response, and he pursed his lips and nodded once.

"If you ever need to breathe, or let loose, let me know. I'll help you, okay? I always come here when I need to think or cool off or just reset in general. Think you can do that, sis? Let me know?"

"Yes, yes," you replied, wiping your nose with the back of your hand as you began calming down. "I don't want anything bad to happen to people. How am I supposed to face everyone at school tomorrow?"

"Oh, yeah. About that, you were kind of... expelled?" Kayn said, a grimace on his face as he weighed out your reaction.

"Fuck," was all you could reply. Kayn rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Don't worry, I'll tell mom and dad I offered to homeschool you," he laughed and you snorted.

The two of you joked around the rest of the time on the beach, taking breaks here and there to just stare off into the crashing waves.

You silently thanked the Gods for your brother. If he wasn't there, what else could have happened?

[closetepistemology]

August 1958 issue of "ONE" Magazine, A landmark in queer history

What was "ONE" Magazine?

It was originally founded in 1953 in Los Angeles by members of the 'Mattachine Society'. It was started by a group of queer people to give themselves a space of their own in the heteronormative world that was being pushed onto them. With this magazine, people could promote their ideas and thoughts which they could not express normally. This included fighting for homosexual rights, giving the community a voice, and create more of a sense of community among gay and lesbians who could get the magazine.

The magazine features content such as: personal stories, poetry, fiction, book reviews, legal updates, and essays on political issues that affected the queer community.

What did they fight against?

At the time, homosexual and "abnormal" acts were severely stigmatized and criminalized. There were laws put in place that weren't directly targeted at LBGTQ people, but they were heavily targeted at them and used against members of the community. These laws consisted of:

Sodomy Laws- Any sexual act that was deemed non-procreative would be punishable by law if you were caught. This law targeted homosexual acts as well sex work.

Public Indecency Laws- This one was a big one to target the community. These laws were used to prosecute and arrest individuals for "homosexual behavior" in public or semi-public spaces. This effected people who were even just "suspected of being homosexual". These laws were used against places such as bars, parks, clubs that were especially known to have queer people inside. The law would look for any reason to go in and start arresting people, trying to catch them, even in the act of a new years kiss.

Entrapment Law- Eventually, this behavior from the law caused them to "trap" queer people and catch them in the act so they can prosecute them. The police officer would pretend to be gay and try and solicit sexual advances, baiting queer people to interact with them. Then they would arrest the queer (often gay men) and they would be charged with soliciting a police officer and public indecency.

What made the August 1958 issue of "ONE" Magazine so important?

One, Inc. v. Olesen was a supreme court case in which the U.S Post Office seized an issue of the magazine (Oct. 1954) because they believed it was lewd and obscene. Because of that, the Post Office said it violated the Comstock Act of 1873. The content in question was…

A story of "lesbian's affection for a twenty-year-old "girl" who gives up her boyfriend to live with her (Wikipedia, 2024)", titled "Sappho Remembered". The Post Office said that it was stimulating lust to a homosexual reader.

A poem about homosexual cruising that they (Post Office) said contained filthy words, titled "Lord Samuel and Lord Montagu".

Read it here!!!

In the end, the United States Supreme Court rules that the October 1954 issue of ONE Magazine was not obscene and should be protected as an exercise of free speech. "One, Inc. v. Olesen was the first U.S. Supreme Court ruling to deal with homosexuality and the first to address free speech rights with respect to homosexuality (Wikipedia, 2024).

In August 1958, "ONE" Magazine distributed a magazine that had a very bold cover for the time which said in bold font "I am glad I am a homo-sexual" It's a legal victory, a move in the right direction for LGBTQ rights and visibility. It marks one of the first times the Supreme Court has ruled in favor of homosexual rights and freedom of expression in the United States.

[warriorfujoshi]

hhiiiiiithere i saw one post from you about lobcorp (which i have jus t started playing)

just wanted to say. hi. and also tell me about your agen ocs

HELLO HELLO ANON!!!

i do so want to tell you about all our nuggets, but after writing about only sergey, one out of ten, the post became disgustingly long. so i will tell you about the others in individual posts! which will come at a later time.

but if you want to know about the others before then, our branch is named branch morse, and thusly you may find more of the shenanigans tagged as such here! and perhaps you may glean something from my bad habit of dropping memes and leaving.

anyways!!! SERGEY!!! HAPPY SERGEY SATURDAY, YOU'RE ALL FINALLY GETTING HER BACKSTORY

(Art by my best friend!!! @/gashaconsword on Twitter!!!)

Sergey

they/she/he | 27-36 years old due to unexplained time shenanigans (but we just treat them like they're 36 at this point) | 169 cm | Totally not the Welfare Team Captain

Sergey is sort of our main nugget. Our mascot, if you will.

Instead of working with abnormalities, one typically finds Sergey hanging out in the main rooms – napping, flipping through risqué magazines about robots, or simply sipping soda – minding their own business. Gruff, aloof, and dry-humoured, their behaviour being tolerated by management often puzzles newer hires.

Before being hired, Sergey lived a lonely life in the Backstreets, eventually joining a Syndicate out of a desperate desire for somewhere to belong. They were content to turn a blind eye to the cruelties they and their "family" performed, as long as it gave them a home. The perfect attack dog, they ripped into anyone who dared stand against their organisation with tooth and claw. But one day, they were ordered to take out a family, children and all. They protested to the higher-ups… but for all their vicious loyalty, they were nothing more than a weapon, one in an arsenal of many. The family was killed, and for their insubordination, Sergey would be next. Just when they had no choice but to run from the "home" they had so desired… the letter of employment from L Corp arrived.

They never want to be so blind ever again. So Sergey puts up a gruff facade, avoiding connections with any of their fellow employees. However, though they wish they didn't, they do care. A lot. They're the first to leap into action for suppression when an abnormality breaches, and their lazy facade is, in a subconscious way, them "conserving their energy". Despite seeming to be a tired mid-30s slob, they refuse to indulge in any vices besides sugary sodas, all so they can be prepared to save lives at any moment.

Sergey has a huge embarrassing crush on Chesed. They don't know how he looks through the cognition filter, and have brute forced themselves into becoming robosexual. (That's where the magazines come in.) They have a collection of Chesed merch they designed themselves, ranging from badges to plushies. They keep it all hidden in a closet, so their room looks somewhat barren. (And yet, they're still the sanest employee…) The only thing they don't keep hidden is the body pillow. That one they sleep with.

Sergey is basically the Welfare Team Captain, but they refuse to acknowledge their appointment and constantly beg Chesed to pick someone else.

Excluding atypical circumstances, Sergey is allowed to work with just their favourite abnormality, Wellcheers, if they want. Because they're the cutest and the managers' favourite ♡

Sergey's friends constantly tease them about their big sappy heart. Despite the bullying, they're something like the pride of the branch, and everybody counts on them. They're even nicknamed "The Guard Dog of Hell"… by Courtney. Sergey hopes it doesn't catch on.

After particularly stressful days, Sergey often treats their coworkers to some delivery pizza or something. They rarely join in the partying and prefer to stay on the sidelines, keeping watch while nursing a soda.

Sergey is in a situationship with Goodie. It's messy, but long story short, they love each other, they've both just got mega issues. They'll work it out in the end. They're the most normal workplace romance we've got…

They like to draw and have a cute, Sanrio-esque art style. (They're not that good at drawing robots, so they want to commission Robertus…) Besides Chesed, they like to draw shrimp. They also like to cook! They don't dress up that often, but they like outfits like miniskirts and heels too. They're mostly deadpan, but get flustered when complimented, especially on these hobbies.

They kind of have this doggirl thing. Hey, we all cope.

[tokiro07]

I couldn’t find any on your blog yet so, have you done some sort of analysis on Kamome and the “hipster archetype” yet? I recently read linkspooky’s post on Tsurubami and how he plays with both types of “anti-hero” but I saw that he didn’t mention an aspect of Kamome: a rather interesting take on the “hipster” character type.

I think I might be the wrong person to ask about this on the basis that I'm not too familiar with the sheer concept of hipsters

I have a very specific idea in my head of what qualifies as a hipster, that being the "I liked it before it was cool" type who almost fetishize being misunderstood because it gives them a feeling of superiority for enjoying things that the plebians can't wrap their small minds around

Is that an accurate description of hipsters? I'm willing to bet it isn't, but it's definitely the stereotype that tumblr drilled into my brain a literal decade ago

If I'm even remotely close, though, I don't think Tsurubami really counts as a hipster. To me, he's always seemed more like...the reverse of a chuunibyou, almost. Like he doesn't really see himself as being different or special because he can do things that others can't, but rather he feigns being normal. He wants so desperately to be recognized as a mature adult that he eschews anything that he perceives as being "childish," exemplified by his distaste for Weekly Shonen Jump

The joke, though, is that in lieu of Shonen Jump, his manga anthology of choice is Jump Square, literally formerly known as "Monthly Shonen Jump." Square does get away with a bit more adult-oriented content than WSJ, but ultimately it's still a shonen magazine, aimed at exactly the same demographic. Reading it doesn't make him more of an adult, and acting like it does makes him more of a child

I don't know the context of Tsurubami's character from Nisio Isin's perspective, sadly; for all I know he was meant as a direct response to some of his own critics or to a wave of young readers transitioning from Jump to SQ at the time. If there's ever been an interview or anything where Nisio explained that, I'd love to hear it

What I do know, though, is the context of Tsurubami within Medaka Box; he mentions liking SQ in direct response to being asked if he likes Jump, which Hitoyoshi was using as a litmus test for whether or not Tsurubami was a Minus. Saying that he preferred SQ over Jump definitively signaled to Hitoyoshi that he wasn't, but we learned later that technically Tsurubami is in fact a Minus, he's just also a Plus and a Stylist. Plus Abnormals are typically characterized by a superiority complex, and Minuses are often depicted with a regressive and juvenile interest in shonen manga, so Tsurubami's interest in shonen while also denying it on the basis that he reads something "more mature" leans into both concepts: "I love shonen manga, but I'm better than those losers because I read shonen manga for grownups." He has a regressive and juvenile understanding of the medium he enjoys and uses that to elevate himself above others - a blending of both Plus and Minus without leading himself into the contradiction of having both a superiority and inferiority complex

It also bleeds into his general personality as well, because he's haughtily childish about most everything. We see this specifically when he's soundly beaten by Medaka and refuses to accept the loss on the basis that there were no rules put into place; his childish pedantry feels not dissimilar from a Minus', but he's definitely being prideful and snobbish about it like a Plus would be. Minuses are always smiling and optimistic, they don't let defeats get them down, because it's normal for them, but Tsurubami protests his loss completely joylessly and matter-of-factly, meaning he knows full well that he lost but just won't admit it

In short, Tsurubami may or may not be a hipster, but he is definitely a big baby

[xoxogendergossip]

Season 4: Episode 8 - Juliet Doesn't Live Here Anymore

Greetings, Upper East Siders,

Hold onto your pearls and straighten those ties; we are about to dive into the gender dynamics of the most royal affair the city as ever seen. In the episode, "Juliet Doesn't Live Here Anymore", Gossip Girl guides you through a love battle and complications in the Upper East Side hierarchy.

Blair's Royal Dilemma:

Blair Waldorf, our Queen Bee, gets caught in the gentle game of royal love. We see several problems in power, tradition, and constant references to societal norms. She dabbles with the expectations of royal love, but there are various issues between following tradition and living life independently. Her decisions and dilemmas come to represent the larger gendered expectations placed on women in privileged and powerful roles.

Manuela Tremmel and Ingrid Wahl fend for Blair in their article, "Gender stereotypes in leadership: Analyzing the content and evaluation of stereotypes about typical, male, and female leaders". It states, "dominant female leaders are seen to be abnormal, which hinders them from being perceived as leaders (Tremmel and Wahl). For Blair, she has always been Queen Bee of school, but when it comes to royalty, she struggles with keeping the power she has always desired. One thing Blair doesn't put up with is negative behavior. Tremmel and Wahl emphasize that "the misfit of stereotypical feminine characteristics to leadership characteristics results in negative behavior towards female leaders".

Blair's love story with Prince Louis is a one that follows centuries of traditions, but is she going to struggle with not being able to set her own rules?

Serena's Spotlight:

Under the constant observation of the public, Serena van der Woodsen gives a fascinating solo performance. Her character continues to transform and explore societal expectation on women, especially those in the public eye. Makes us question, can Serena authentically express herself while performing in something predetermined by social norms?

Serena finds herself stuck between love and perception. She faces challenges of how women she act in the public eye when it comes to relationships.

In Lauren Michele Reilly's article, "Famous faces, classic stereotypes: female representation in the celebrity gossip magazine", she mentions the stereotypes around women with fame. She quotes, "wild behavior and an extravagant single life are looked down upon, and so is a female star's inability to 'find and keep' a man" (Reilly). Serena faces this fear since she always has everyone's constant attention. It creates pressure for her to express herself authentically and not fall into societal norms.

The Mysterious Duo: Chuck and Blair

Chuck Bass, someone who embodies tradition masculinity through his wealth and confidence, is seen vulnerable when it comes to Queen Bee. Those two have been through it all, makeups and breakups, but still have moments of intense connections.

The National Library of Medicine states "traditional stereotypes about sex and gender present men as assertive, aggressive, sexually adventurous, and emotionally restrained, and women as docile, passive, sexually modest, and emotionally sensitive" (Siegel and Meunier). Throughout the show, these stereotypes defined Chuck and Blair, until this episode. We see Chuck become vulnerable and not so "emotionally restrained" when it comes to Blair. And for Blair, well, Queen Bee makes it known that women are not just accessories to powerful men.

Can Chuck and Blair rewrite the script for Upper East Side lovers?

You know you love me,

XOXO Gender Gossip

[contentabnormal]

Here is the 7th issue of Content Abnormal magazine!!! Happy Halloween everyone!!!!

[walkonpooh]

The EC Archives: Tales from the Crypt vol. 1 - Al Feldstein Review

So I've always wanted to read the Tales from the Crypt comics, having loved the TV show growing up. So if you don't know Tales from the Crypt, published in the late 1940s and early 1950s by comic book publisher EC Comics is a hugely important comic book in comic history. The super hero fad had sort of come and gone in post World War II and comics about the American frontier, noir-ish detective comics and because of EC Comics, horror comics became popular comics. Because of their content though, the comics started to be criticised by parents, schoolteachers and clergymen and as a result, what was known as the Comics Code was put into place.

The Comics Code Authority was formed in a congressional hearing in 1954 and while there was no law requiring its use, advertisers and retailers used its reassurance to stock the books. There were the guidelines to get the stamp of Comics Code, per wikipedia: "Crimes shall never be presented in such a way as to create sympathy for the criminal, to promote distrust of the forces of law and justice, or to inspire others with a desire to imitate criminals. If crime is depicted it shall be as a sordid and unpleasant activity. Policemen, judges, government officials, and respected institutions shall never be presented in such a way as to create disrespect for established authority. Criminals shall not be presented so as to be rendered glamorous or to occupy a position which creates a desire for emulation. In every instance good shall triumph over evil and the criminal punished for his misdeeds. Scenes of excessive violence shall be prohibited. Scenes of brutal torture, excessive and unnecessary knife and gunplay, physical agony, the gory and gruesome crime shall be eliminated. No comic magazine shall use the words "horror" or "terror" in its title. All scenes of horror, excessive bloodshed, gory or gruesome crimes, depravity, lust, sadism, masochism shall not be permitted. All lurid, unsavory, gruesome illustrations shall be eliminated. Inclusion of stories dealing with evil shall be used or shall be published only where the intent is to illustrate a moral issue and in no case shall evil be presented alluringly, nor so as to injure the sensibilities of the reader. Scenes dealing with, or instruments associated with walking dead, torture, vampires and vampirism, ghouls, cannibalism, and werewolfism are prohibited. Profanity, obscenity, smut, vulgarity, or words or symbols which have acquired undesirable meanings are forbidden. Nudity in any form is prohibited, as is indecent or undue exposure. Suggestive and salacious illustration or suggestive posture is unacceptable. Females shall be drawn realistically without exaggeration of any physical qualities. Illicit sex relations are neither to be hinted at nor portrayed. Rape scenes, as well as sexual abnormalities, are unacceptable. Seduction and rape shall never be shown or suggested. Sex perversion or any inference to same is strictly forbidden. Nudity with meretricious purpose and salacious postures shall not be permitted in the advertising of any product; clothed figures shall never be presented in such a way as to be offensive or contrary to good taste or morals." So, with these in mind and the dwindling sales since retailers would not stock their books, Tales from the Crypt was cancelled. It was eventually revived as a movie and then more importantly, a TV show on HBO in the 1990s, which is mainly what I've been familiar with and love. These comics aren't anything groundbreaking reading this in 2023, but they're hugely important if you're any sort of horror fan. I think they do get better as the series ages, but mainly the plots follow a formula; someone does something wrong, morally or legally and is punished for it in various methods. The Crypt Keeper here is an old man, not the boney-puppet of the TV show voiced wonderfully by John Kassir, but there is a charm to this whole thing if you can place yourself back in that time period. It's wild that these comics caused such an uproar, because by modern day standards these stories are fairly tame, content you would have found in the 1990s in teen books like the Fear Street series by R.L. Stine. Anyway, I do recommend these comics with that frame of mind, if you can buy into it, they're a quick enjoyable read, though nothing you haven't seen before.

4/5

[waitmyturtles]

Reblogging myself to add: I’m gonna chew on this more over the course of the series, and thanks to @gaylittlepieceofsh1t for the medical inspo here.

Wandee is Dr. Wandee Goodday. Tai in La Pluie was a writer/journalist. Arguably, both of these characters do their day jobs through OBSERVATION. Especially with Dr. Dee — the content and goals of his job are predicated on the basis that, through observation of abnormal issues, that he can solve a patient’s problem and/or offer a course of treatment that will relieve a patient’s suffering (but he may not be able to END a patient’s suffering).

I’d rely on @gaylittlepieceofsh1t and any other Tumblr-medical-practitioners-that-watch-Asian-BLs to offer a MUCH more nuanced take on what I’m trying to say here, but I think that problem-solving in medicine is in part predicated on set lists of symptoms that need to be checked off before a doctor can move on to testing another hypothesis of a patient’s issue. In other words (I feel like magazines like The New Yorker like to talk about this a lot), while problem-solving is the basic nature of medicine, creativity within that practice may be rare, because doctors may have to first rule out a bunch of predetermined assumptions first before being able to test truly creative hypotheses.

At least with issues that are far less tangible, like loooove and attraction, it’s kinda funny to me that characters like a doctor or a journalist may miss what the fuck is in front of them by way of their confronting their own romantic issues. And like I said earlier, I like knowing clearly and early that they’re hung up on their assumptions and predeterminations, and we KNOW that those will be, in part, related to the conflicts we will experience in the shows they’re in.

With Wandee needing to make better observations about HIMSELF, along with the upcoming confrontation of these assumptions, and with what @gaylittlepieceofsh1t noted in their piece earlier today about the clear and present danger of homophobia in this show — within two episodes, we’ve already gotten an excellent set-up of conflict on behalf of Dee, and we know we’ll be seeing issues of internal/external homophobia with Yak in episode 3. I’m seated, I like this, this is good and juicy! (Something something juicy guys too, ok, gn 😘)

Considering my angst at GMMTV yesterday, I’m clocking my giddiness over Wandee Goodday (episode 2). The bisexual deliciousness! The shirtless workouts! I’m trepidatiously excited.

As I’m watching two Fon Kannitha shows in My Precious and 23.5 at the moment, I also happen to be watching two Golf Tanwarin shows in Wandee and my Old GMMTV Challenge rewatch of The Eclipse. Golf’s thing is, we are going to tackle internal and external homophobia (at least between these two shows), and you as viewers are gonna like it or not. I like how both of these shows dive headfirst into this issue, with each character having a clearly delineated issue and reason as to why they’re dealing with it (along with Kao and his stated obstacles vis à vis his asexuality).

I wanna know more about Wandee’s issues with romantic ideals over real-life observations of the engaged and pheromonic vibes he’s got with Yak, à la Saengtai in La Pluie. I cannot wait to continue watching his whole thing with romance like a tennis fan swinging my head back to Tai.

[frankentyner]

First YouTube experiment in nearly two years!

[louehvolution]

You and I do not agree on a pretty big aspect of Louis’ life but goddamn if some people from my neck of the woods don’t bury their heads in the sand about this situation. Maybe he should give up music and start a parenting podcast because that seems to be the real priority 🙃

No, but a point that I have been trying to make for years now is that whether you believe it’s real or not, the situation is still abnormal—and detrimental—and has been from the start.

Let’s not get into 2016, but a birthday cake was brought out for Freddie during JHO promo, that’s how far back this goes in being indivisible from how Louis is “promoted” in his solo career. BTY was launched with an exclusive in The Sun—this was the headline: Louis Tomlinson pictured smiling and laughing with girlfriend Eleanor Calder on break from filming his new music video in Doncaster; followed by a round of press about Freddie on his IG, and then an interview with Dan Wootton. Soon after there was an actual round of press about the E tattoo too after an “interview” with Andy Cohen that had four questions: about Zayn, 1D, Eleanor, and fatherhood. For his first ever UK festival performance debuting MY, the host radio station’s article was headlined: Louis Tomlinson talks about hs similarities to baby Freddie. One random verse about his non-famous girlfriend in WMI was highlighted for promo. For Walls album there were exclusive interviews with Telegraph, Metro, Sun, Independent—with content focused on his personal life and 1D reunion(!)—instead of features in relevant magazines. When fans made Walls chart again months after release there was immediately a new round of mini-me press—after the round about the picture shared by Briana on Father’s Day. In a year in which he released his first album, started and postponed his tour, and organized a record winning livestream concert, his main press was still about fatherhood. The latest Dutch interview is representative of too much of Louis’ promo: In Milan I spoke to Louis Tomlinson about his new album ‘Faith in the future’, his world tour, his son Freddie and of course about One Direction, and the article reads [loosely] ’the name Louis Tomlinson might not tell you anything, until I say 1D’ and then in a video of two minutes over half is about 1D and Freddie. Look at what TODAY Show has to say about Louis, August 2022: Tomlinson, known for his pranks and overall great vibes he brought to the band, also went solo after 1D stopped making music together. The singer released his first solo single, "Just Like You" in 2017, and followed it in 2020 with his first full studio album, “Walls." He also has a 5-year-old son, Freddie, who he co-parents with his ex, Briana Jungwirth. A line about his solo career with the wrong single. And fatherhood—and it will never make any sense why the non-famous mother should get name dropped all over the place.

You can find Louis in an article like Dad Admits He ‘Cannot Stand’ His 5-Year-Old Daughter, Hates Being a Parent under 'Stars Who Had Kids Young,' but not in a ranking of best solo singles from 1D members on Entertainment Weekly.

Louis has said he wants to be known as an artist, literally told an interviewer he was there to talk about his music—and she agreed, only to end the interview asking him about Freddie. And while there are artists whose parenthood is part of their image and included in promo, they are always known first and foremost as artists. That is not the case with Louis.

It’s not exaggeration to say almost every single interview and article over the years has made sure to mention that Freddie lives in LA with his mother, Briana Jungwirth. How is that interesting, how is that relevant, how is it something that bears continuous repeating? Same with the insistence on Freddie being identical to him—especially when for four years they were not even seen together. Article upon article—seriously, so many articles—about Freddie, and where they had to use pics he hadn’t shared himself and in which they weren’t together. How does that make sense?

Now he goes on Lorraine and not a breath between: as somebody who writes songs, somebody who performs, that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it. I can’t believe your little boy is six. Though that makes sense for the show’s audience, I guess. Note BTM has only kept going down in the charts after the interview aired. Were there even performances booked in the UK?

Whatever you believe, the disproportion is abnormal, strategically unsound, and at odds with the goals and views Louis has expressed regarding his career and his privacy.

The focus on his personal life—and 1D—has made it so that it defines him to the public—we know interviewers were encouraged to ask for BTY promo, and what for? It’s done nothing to make people interested in his music. And it’s been years, why would people be any more interested now? In 2019 too you had interviewers asking about fatherhood as though it were something that had just happened to him, three years later, a novel talking point.

And how does promoting him as a tabloid personality fit in with an artist intent on building his artistic credibility, reintroducing himself as an artist defined by his music? Does it not undermine the artistic credibility he might gather with, like, that NME feature on his festival?

Won’t let this get any longer, but the situation has never and continues not to be normal and certainly not beneficial to Louis. And I would think any fan as a fan of his music, whatever they believe, would want better for him.

[bestiarium]

The Kalanoro [Malagasy mythology]

It is universally known that pistachio nuts are delicious. Not only for humans, but apparently also for strange humanoid creatures from Malagasy mythology. The Kalanoro is a short human-like creature from the folktales of Madagascar, with a body a little shorter than 1 meter (about 3 feet) and covered in fur. Their hands are humanoid but end in abnormally long fingernails.

Curiously, their feet point backwards, meaning that attempts to track and catch them are always unsuccessful, as hunters who find their trails always follow them in the wrong direction. This is a trait they share with several other monsters from myths of different countries, such as for example the Curupira in Brazil.

Anyway, the Kalanoro may look like small humans, but they are less intelligent. This is why they are generally considered to be (mythical) animals rather than people. Despite this, they have the ability to communicate with others of their kind via some form of telepathy.

In 1924, American explorer Chase Osborn described a supposed sighting of two of these creatures, and added the remark that they must have been a couple on their honeymoon, because they were copulating next to a campfire.

Mathis Fortuné claimed that the Kalanoro was the first animal to colonize the island (but cited no source). Being originally marine creatures, their hands and feet are webbed. Their diet consists entirely of crayfish.

Whether these beings are malicious or benevolent depends entirely on who you ask and which story you’re reading. In one story, a Kalanoro thought that a group of children was being mistreated by their parents, so he kidnapped them and returned them after their parents promised to treat them better.

Sources: Africa Travel Magazine, 2007, ‘Enigma: Madagascar’s Mythical Creatures’. (archived here: https://web.archive.org/web/20070928010852/http://www.travelafricamag.com/content/view/537/56/) Mathis Fortuné, 2012, L’apparition du kalanoro (https://kwz.re/mada/?p=127). Joseph J. Hobbs, 2001, ‘People and Caves in Madagascar’, Focus on Geography, New York, USA. American Geographical Society 46(3):1-7. (image source 1: www.soulask.com/calanoro-a-monster-from-madagascar/) (image source 2: taken from cryptidz.fandom.com, but I could not find the original artist, sorry)

[marsofaries]

The Itsy Bitsy Spider {Katsuki Bakugou x Reader}

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing, Blood, Assault

Summary: Your grumpy (and ridiculously attractive) neighbor helps you rid of the spider in your new apartment. Things grow from there.

Notes: fem!Reader, ProHero!Bakugou, Bakugou hates feelings

That’s it. You were moving out.

So what, that you just managed to unpack the last box in your new apartment? One look at that eight-legged... creature, and it was their apartment now. You weren’t trying to be dramatic, but spiders were the absolute bane of your existence.

This led to you shakily standing over the said arachnid, a large All Might mug trembling faintly in your hands. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck-- FUCK!” You shrieked as the spider took a quick dart to its left. Nope. No way.

It had taken about an hour before the spider was successfully captive. Another hour to finally figure out what to do next. 

And now there you were, pacing back and forth in front of your neighbor’s front door, mumbling failed greetings to yourself like a desperate prayer.

“Hi, I’m-- that’s not right. How about ‘I just moved in and--.’ God, I sound like an idiot.” Gathering all of your courage, you rapped three quick knocks on the front of the wood. The urge to bolt was suddenly very powerful.

“I swear to God, Shitty Hair, if you-- Oh.” The door was suddenly swung open to reveal the most gorgeous person you had ever seen in your whole life. With biceps the size of your head, the man completely dwarfed you in size. He almost took up the entire space of the door, his spikey blond locks brushing the top the frame. Vermillion eyes stared at you cautiously as you forgot everything you were about to say. “The fuck you want?”

As you made no move to answer, the Greek god of a man pulled his lips into a scowl. 

“What are you, a fucking stalker or somethin’?”

That definitely brought you out of your reverence.

“W-What? No!”

A scoff left the man’s lips, and you suddenly wanted nothing more that to kick him straight in the jewels. However, you were on a mission. A mission to rid a tiny eight-eyed demon from your living room.

“There was a, uh...spider.” You slowly trailed off, waving weakly in the direction of your apartment across the hall.

 “A spider? Really?” The blond questioned condescendingly, rolling his stupidly-perfect crimson eyes.

A light flush brushed your cheeks in embarrassment as you stared down at your shoes. You were sure he was going to slam the door right in your face. But he didn’t.

The man brushed right past you, marching right though your open door-- making sure to loudly mumble as many complaints as he could. You stumbled after the tall blond, failing to keep up with his abnormally long strides.

You watched in silence as he crouched by the downturned mug, raising a single perfectly-sculpted brow. However, your silence was quickly turned into a squeak of horror when your neighbor dumped the spider into his bare-hand. 

For a moment of absolute terror, you thought the stranger was going to throw it at you.

Wide-eyed, you watched as he pushed open the nearest window and placed the spider on the railing of your fire-escape. Having pushed the window back down, the man turned back to leave your apartment. As he walked past, he shoved the now (thankfully) empty mug to your chest.

“W-wait!”

He paused, sliding his crimson gaze to yours.

“M-My name is (Y/L/N)… (Y/L/N) (Y/N).”

You weren’t quite sure why you felt the need to give him your name. Maybe it was because he helped you when you were absolutely sure he wouldn’t. Or maybe how he decided to let the bug free instead of kill it. Maybe it was the amused huff he let out when he heard your terrified squeak. Perhaps it was all three. You didn’t know.

His striking red eyes suddenly raked your frame before a smirk settled confidently on his all-too-attractive lips.

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

~~~

“HOLD THE FUCKING DOOR!” 

You let out a squeak at the sudden yell, sticking the toe of your nude-colored pumps between the sliding elevator doors. A muscled arm wedged itself between the doors, pulling them back open.

“You.” You breathed as none other than your extremely hot neighbor was revealed. The blond was clad in a loose black V-neck and sweatpants-- a large duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. His hair was slightly damp, as small beads of water dropped off the edge of his spikes every couple of seconds.

“Stalker.” He acknowledged with a grunt. The corner of Bakugou’s lips shot up at your protests.

The ride down to the lobby was relatively silent and slightly awkward. You kept switching your weight on both legs as you struggled to find something to say.

“The fuck you dressed so fancy for?” The explosive blond finally said. You couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief at the break in silence.

“I got a new job at All Might Bank!” You were pretty excited, as it was your first day. The bank itself was pretty fancy, and you were cheery that it was named after the old symbol of peace. All Might had been your favorite hero growing up but you grew out of your hero phase as you had gotten older. Nowadays you couldn’t tell one hero from the other.

You turned to Bakugou with a smile, content that he even cared about your life. It was quite a surprise when compared with the vibes he gave off.

“What about you?” You asked cheerily. 

“... Agency.” He grunted.

“Oh! Are you a model or something?” You knew it! There was no way that a man as attractive as Bakugou Katsuki was not the cover of every magazine. He was, just not for the reasons you thought. You watched in confusion as the explosive blond emitted a loud snort.

“Or something...”

DING!

You were almost sad as the elevator dinged, signaling the end of the ride. Although it was short, and mostly awkward, you found yourself enjoying his company. You walked side by side until you reached the doors to outside, pausing slightly when he went to part.

“Thank you.”

Bakugou froze at your expressed gratitude, studying your figure with renewed interest.

“You know... for the spider?” You seemed to lose all cognitive brain function when he looked at you with those frustratingly gorgeous vermillion eyes. Bakugou scoffed and turned away, muttering a quiet response. Little did you know that he was trying to hide a light blush.

“Whatever...”

~~~

You were happy to say that these shared elevator rides became a daily ritual, to the point where Bakugou started to bring you his delicious leftovers for your lunch (he made the meals especially for you, but would die before he ever admitted that). Before you knew it, you were quite smitten with the blond.

You couldn’t help but replay this morning’s occurrence in your head as you filed checking account after checking account.

 “Good morning, Bakugou-kun!” You called as you exited your apartment. You didn’t even have to look anymore. Bakugou had a habit of waiting for you outside your door to give you his most current dish. 

“Morning.” He grunted in response, hating the way his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes scanned over your form, (longer than considered friendly) as he checked your outfit. Bakugou always seemed to have some sort of fashion-ready advice on the tip of his tongue, and with you still thinking he was a model-- you were more that happy to comply. And also for the fact that he really did have a good eye for it.

“Undo the top two buttons… you look like a nerd.”

Your eyes quickly flashed to your white button-up, pulling at the two buttons with one hand.

“Better?”

Bakugou only grunted in approval. He was trying to act like he wasn’t on the verge of kissing the ever-lasting life out of you.

~~~

“Hey, Newbie! Get me a coffee, will ya?” You were quickly pulled out of your daydream by one of your (slightly arrogant) bosses.

“Of course, sir.” You answered as you hurried to the other side of the bank. You’ve been at your new job (and apartment) for about a month, and they still won’t let up on the whole “newbie” stuff. 

You sighed as you waited by the coffee maker, situated right to the left of the big glass entrance. Oh, how you would have loved to pour that coffee right over your boss’ head. Too lost in your own head, you failed to notice the suspicious group of men heading straight for the vault until one of them grabbed your arm.

“What the fu--”

“EVERYBODY DOWN OR SHE DIES!” 

Oh shit! Oh fuck! Your mind was reeling at a million miles per hour. The man had pulled you to where your back was to his front, and had a blade pressed against your throat. It seemed to come out of the inside of his wrist, being a relatively deadly quirk if handled correctly.

Everyone within the pristine building froze but quickly dropped to the floor after some warning shots from one of the robbers. Another suddenly morphed into some sort of beast and marched to the steel vault door.

You suddenly wished that you had a more physical quirk, cursing it for being so useless in this situation. Yeah, you knew basic self-defense, but it would be futile with three other villains in your midst.

Minutes felt like hours, and you could only hope that someone had alerted the police and nearby heroes. You winced as the blade dug into the delicate skin of your throat.

A sudden explosion burst through the skylight of the building, raining glass shards on the hostages. All at once, people were screaming, running, and blast after blast started ringing in your ears. You let out a sigh of relief.

The heroes were here.

Using the distraction, you quickly gripped the man’s arm tight below the base of the blade. You pulled it away from your neck ever so slightly, ducking your head to pull yourself through the gateway you had created. Keeping your hands locked at the base of the robber’s wrist, you twisted his arm and shoved up-- forcing it to pop from its socket.

A sudden bump to your shoulder from a running hostage caused you to slip up on your little self-defense sequence, allowing the man to break from your grip. He whipped around to face you, holding his dislocated arm. You panicked, so... you socked him in the face.

He let out an enraged cry, thick blood gushing from his nose. You were a bit surprised with how easy it was to land a hit on him. You thought that villains would have been more prepared before robbing a bank named after All Might.

Oh, well.

You punched him again in the nose for good measure, and he was out like a light. His hot red blood coated your knuckles, and you gagged in disgust. Ew. You wiped the back of your dominant hand on you button-up absentmindedly, before being shoved to the floor by your panicking boss. Wow. Your limbs felt like mush now that the adrenaline was wearing off, and you suddenly couldn’t find the strength to pick yourself off of the floor.

A final explosion went off, followed by the most desperate and wretched call you had ever heard in your entire life. And the call... sounded suspiciously like your name.

Your eyes shot up at the scream, searching frantically for the owner of that voice. You knew that voice, you only ever heard it in grunts and light-hearted mocking sentences, but you knew that voice.

“Katsuki.” You breathed, eyes suddenly locked on familiar crimson irises. 

Relief flooded his features as he saw you, and was at your side in seconds-- dropping quickly to his knees. 

“Oh my god.” Bakugou breathed, grabbing your head and cradling it tight to his chest and-- what the fuck was he wearing? Wait, there was no way... he was the explosion hero you saw on the news! Holy fuck!

“You scared the shit out of me! Do you know how terrified I was when I heard there was trouble at your work?! And you didn’t answer your goddamn phone? Jesus Christ, (Y/N).” Worried rambles fell rapidly out of Bakugou’s lips, seemingly void of any filter. You would have been ecstatic by his cute little worrying if your mind wasn’t reeling by the fact that your crush neighbor was one of the top ten heroes in Japan.

He suddenly grasped both sides of your face and pulled back so you were eye to eye.

“Are you hurt? I swear to God, if someone hurt you-- I’ll fucking kill them.” Bakugou’s eyes were frantically scanning your face, looking for any sign of injury.

“...Katsuki?” You mumbled softly, and he immediately froze. He felt his heart lurch in his throat as his name tumbled from your lips. You, on the other hand, were completely, and utterly lost. “You’re a pro-hero?”

“....What?” Bakugou questioned dumbly. “You could have been seriously hurt and that’s the first thing you think about?”

“What? I thought you were a model.” You whined, lightly smacking his chest.

At this, Bakugou let out a loud laugh, and you just watched in awe. You had never seen him laugh before. Even though half his face was smeared in black makeup and little injuries littered his skin-- it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life. He pulled back to look at you, but suddenly froze.

“You’re hurt! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?!” Bakugou shouted, spotting bright red stains on the front of your blouse. You quickly grabbed his hand, hoping to soothe his panicking.

“Hey, hey!” You yelped, gaining his attention. “It’s not mine.” 

You gestured over to the villain knocked out next to you.

“Holy shit.” Katsuki breathed, before turning his vermillion gaze back to yours. A quiet, amused huff escaped his lips. “So you’re afraid of a spider, but can knock out a villain?” He questioned teasingly.

A light blush covered your cheeks, causing you to force your eyes down. You suddenly noticed just how close you two were. You were situated about half way onto Bakugou’s lap, as one of his large hands softly held your waist. The other was still trapped between your own. This caused your blush to only darken.

“Hey, eyes up here.” Bakugou muttered, lifting his hand from your waist and to the base of your chin. You force your eyes back up to his, but couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance to his lips. However, Bakugou saw it, and that was all it took.

Bakugou crashed his lips onto yours, and you were quick to respond. You tangled your hands within his soft blond locks, allowing him to completely dominate the kiss. His hands held you tightly to his body, refusing to give even an inch of space between you two. He didn’t let go even as you pulled back for air, his lips chasing after yours.

Time seemed to stop while he was kissing you, and every one was distressed with the thought of losing you. It was soft and sweet, and then rough and desperate-- the sweet smell of caramel, of Bakugou, invading all of your senses. 

You finally broke for air, breaths mingling shamelessly. Bakugou rested his forehead on yours, wanting nothing more than to never let you go.

“I’m so glad I found you, Stalker.”

Bonus:

A low whistle dragged out across bank, turning the couples’ gazes over to a certain hardening hero.

“SHITTY HAIR, I SWEAR TO--”

The End.

Notes:  This was my first imagine! I hope you guys liked it!

The police watching the final scene like: 👁👄👁 can we go home?