#do they have safety pins on the 4th?

[6th-for-truth]

Anybody else picture the 4th as a couple of baby punks? Just me?

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[oneknightlight]

Ykw I was brainstorming what cosplay I could make that would be good for casual sundays at cons where my skin is irritated, I can’t wear makeup, my eyes need a break from cosmetic lenses, and I don’t want to wear outlandish clothing. And I realized

I should make a Fix it Felix cosplay, and have a sewing kit and all kindsa repair shit on my person, and I help people repair their cosplays.

[avatarmerida]

So Dana tweeted this and I’m not sure what to label this AU but basically Willow is a baddie skating in the halls and Hunter is a student council member who is always on her case. Do they have magic? Idk. Am I obsessed? Yuh. Also based on this art and this art by @turquoisespace35 this art by @smallpapers and also this art by @gravityfying. Anyway, here’s some huntlow fluff thanks for the inspiration guys! Hope ya like it!

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Hunter was simply minding his own business, trying to identify the bird in the tree above him and having a rather pleasant afternoon as he tried to destress from his eventful day. To be fair, every day was eventful for him. As a student council member and top of his class, he was responsible for making sure Hexside' reputation stayed pristine. This had earned him a rather unfavorable reputation himself. He was a legacy, he had high expectations, so he needed to do everything in his power to bring everyone to his level. In his mind, he was strict but fair. But the students saw him as a glorified hall monitor.

Which is why he always walked home alone.

As he admired the red bird that seemed to be calling out to him, the pleasant sound of silence was interrupted by a panicky echo.

“Look out!” came a familiar voice, but before Hunter could attempt to ‘look out’ as the voice had advised, his world went blurry and the next thing he knew he was pinned against the tree. When he regained focus, having a few choice words at the ready, he was stunned to find the culprit was one of his classmates.

His rebellious classmate with the most dress code violations. His resilient classmate who always had holes in her stocking and scars and bruises on her knees from skidding and falling so often. His carefree classmate who was the reason he carried a first aid kit with him. His breathtaking classmate whose bright peridot eyes somehow managed to shine through the yellow tint of her safety goggles. His classmate who was… a classmate, and nothing more.

Does she skate everywhere? He thought, knowing her skates were the cause of their… position. Skating in the hall was one thing, but this path was all downhill; even a pro would have a hard time stopping.

“Hunter! Hi! What are you doing here?” Willow casually asked the boy she currently had pinned against a tree, her hands resting naturally on his chest. Even with the height her skates gave her, he was still so much taller than her.

“Well I… I have a life outside of school, you know,” he replied, somewhat lying, his face positively beet red. Her skates made her so much taller, but she had never been this close to him. She had flipped back her signature yellow shades to see him better, apparently he was so close that he was in focus without them.

“I know,” she said plainly. “I just thought you had that big presentation today.”

“Oh that, no that’s tomorrow.” he said, his composure returning at the mention of business. “Really? Cause I’m pretty sure that’s where Amity is,” said Willow, backing up to give him space. “I thought it was the 4th.”

“It is,” he said. “On Wednesday.”

“No, Hunter today is the 4th,” said Willow.

“Wh- a-are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Don’t you remember when you wrote me up on Friday? You said ‘this is the last one of the month’ because the next day was the first and that was Saturday, so then Sunday was the second and then yesterday-.”

“Oh no,” he said softly, the color draining from his face as he realized she was right. His breathing became faster. “Oh no, oh no, oh no! H-how did I mess this up?’

“Hey, it’s okay! It doesn’t start until 4 so you-.”

“It’s almost 3:45 and the school is at least a 35 minute walk,” said Hunter, beginning to spiral. “A-and we always start right on time and I’m supposed to go first and if I don’t go then my proposal won’t be considered and if my proposal isn’t considered then that means I’ve spent weeks preparing for nothing and not to mention if my uncle hears that I-.”

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey,” said Willow, waving her hands in front of his eyes to get him to snap out of it. She placed her hands on his shoulders to direct his focus on her. “Just breathe, okay? Look at me and breathe. Count with me 1,2,3 in and 1,2,3, out. In and out.”

She motioned him to follow as she counted with her fingers, not removing her eyes from his until he felt safe to follow her instructions. Hunter would normally feel silly but it actually helped him. He focused on Willow and while his anxieties did not disappear, they definitely felt less heavy.

“Good,” Willow said gently when she could tell his heart was no longer about to explode. “Now, let’s think of a solution, okay? There’s always a way to help. Now, you���re right; the school is about a 35 minute walk from here-.”

“I know, it’s useless to even think that-.”

“-but I bet we can cut that in half on skates,” she finished with a smile.

Hunter looked at her like she was insane, like there was a punchline coming, but she remained unmoved. She was serious.

“What? Are you gonna carry me to the school on your skates? Y-you’re just gonna scoop me in your arms, and whisk me away as we speed off together into the sunset like you’re some kind of beautiful knight who reached me o-or something? Is that what you’re saying?” The way Hunter said it made it seem like he didn’t believe it was possible but also that he had had this impossible thought before. More than once. He didn’t seem against it.

“Um, not quite,” she smiled. She turned to remove her backpack, a blush gracing her cheeks (though it was nothing compared to the one Hunter currently wore) as she pulled her solution from her knapsack.

“You brought extra roller skates?” Hunter said, somehow not really supposed.

“I literally go nowhere without them!” Willow exclaimed in a bright, bubbly one, as she handed them to him. “They’re my dad’s old pair and I was gonna give them to Gus but they’re too big, but they should fit you! How lucky is that?”

“What, you expect me to do the presentation in roller skates? That’s worse than not showing up at all!”

“No, we can put your shoes in my bag and you can change when you get there,” she said simply. “We can totally get you there in time, I know a short cut.”

She seemed so sure, so genuine, so sweet. Hunter found it hard to keep up appearances as he let out a dramatic sigh as he snatched her skates from her and he leaned against the tree to start putting them on.

“Well, don’t think this means I’m gonna stop writing you up,” said Hunter as he carefully slipped off his shoes.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she smiled, gently rolling her eyes endearingly as she went to place his shoes in her bag. She fought back a grin when she noticed the red cartoon birds that decorated his socks, but she kept that to herself.

He watched him struggle with the laces for a moment, they were loose on his ankles but the edges were frayed and were hard to get through the holes on the very top. She leaned down to help him, and when their fingers touched briefly Hunter pulled his hands back like he had just touched lava. Willow said nothing, knowing how prideful he was as she felt his eyes on her as she wordlessly tightened his laces.

She couldn’t help but hope that he was speechless the way she had been the day she had fallen in the hallway. It was the usual game, she was teasing him beckoning him to chase her to give her the citation in person and she had been overzealous and lost her balance skating backwards. But he didn’t taunt her or laugh, but rather rushed to her side riddled with concern. She remembered how there were no words in her head as she watched him drop the cold persona that she had long suspected was an act to lecture her on safety, not because it was a rule or because he wanted to say “I told you so” but because he cared about her.

Willow suspected he wasn’t used to someone caring about him the same way.

“I know you’re just doing this so you can tell everyone how uncoordinated I am,” he muttered after a minute, not knowing how to maneuver the silence. He didn’t really believe Willow would be so ruthless, he was just embarrassed that he needed saving.

“What?” said Willow, genuinely surprised by his harsh tone. It wasn’t his usual harsh tone, it had a twinge of hurt beneath it.

“Well, why else would you be so nice to me?” He asked as she finished the bow. “No one likes me.”

Willow giggled.

“What?” asked Hunter, not used to being laughed at in a way that didn’t feel condescending.

“Boscha’s always saying I’m no one,” she said, rising to her feet. “So maybe I’m the perfect person to like you.”

“Don’t say that!” He said sternly, as he quickly stood up as well, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “You’re not no one.”

He said it with such conviction and anger, as though the idea of her believing she was any less than she was inspired a fury in him unmatched by any uniform infraction or social injustice. He didn’t need to add “because” or “to me” because he felt it was so obvious. She was too vibrant and kind and strong to be no one.

As she searched her mind for a response, she saw Hunter begin to lose his balance and quickly leaned forward to catch him.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a skater?” she asked lightly, not knowing what else to say.

“I uh don’t have much time for leisure or recreational activities,” he said, clearing his throat as he was overly aware of her hands on him, one on his back and the other gently on his chest. It was difficult to remain professional in such a stance, but if anyone could try it was him.

“Well, consider this a crash course,” she teased.

“What?”

“Oh no, sorry,” she laughed nervously. “We’re not gonna crash. Well, probably not. Well… we’re gonna try.”

“Oh this is a bad idea,” said Hunter, his legs shaking.

“Hey, don’t worry,” she said, helping him regain his balance until he stood by himself. She held out her hand to him and gave him a sweet smile. “I won’t let you fall.”

He carefully took it and allowed her to lead him.

She did not seem opposed in the slightest to be holding his hand, to be seen holding his hand. He mainly focused on keeping his skates facing forward and not knocking into each other, but Willow had a natural balance. He knew it came from practice, that if he wasn’t here holding her back she’d be doing elaborate spins and jumps, but still he felt safe beside her. If he wasn’t in a rush, he felt like he could do this forever.

He just wished he had a helmet.

As they descended down the bumpy street, there was so much for Hunter to be nervous about: falling on his face, being late to his presentation, showing up to his predation with a face that had clearly been fallen on, but the most pressing matter at the moment was whether or not the stunning girl holding his hand could feel how sweaty it was. His heart was racing but not from the cardio. It was a good thing Willow knew where they were going because his eyes certainly were not on the path ahead of them.

This was the longest silence that had ever passed between them, Willow wasn’t sure what to make of it. She had seen Hunter concerned before, but these nerves were new. She tried to lighten the mood.

“These are your fault, you know.” She said, adopting her normal tone as seen in their hallway encounters.

“What?”

“My rollerskates.”

“What? Me? How? I never-.”

“Do you remember my most common infraction before you were always hounding me about my skates?”

“Tardiness,” he said without hesitation.

She smiled, wondering if he remembered everyone’s violations so quickly. “Yeah, I was always running late because Bocha needed to make sure she tormented me before first period.”

“Ms. Park, I assure you if I had known that was the reason I would’ve handled the situation with more-.”

“I know,” she said simply. “But still, you said something once that gave me an idea. I didn’t tell you that Boscha was the reason, I just said I kept getting lost and you said ‘well then, find another way.’ So I did.”

“You heard that and got ‘rollerskate everywhere?’”

“Okay, I might’ve put my own spin on it,” she giggled as they turned a corner, and she felt his grip tighten . “But it worked, didn’t it? I haven’t been late since.”

“Yes but roller skates are still against school safety and dress codes,” Hunter pointed out.

“But they get me there,” she said simply. “And they got me off Boscha’s radar and onto yours.”

He looked at her with wide, worried eyes. “Miss Park, I hope you’re not suggesting that I am on a level with Boscha,” he said seriously and another smile tugged at Willow’s lips as she couldn’t help but notice the disgusted way he said Boscha’s name. How he didn’t even bother to grace her with formality. “I know I may be strict, but I hope you know I would never want to make you feel how she makes you feel. I know she used to sit on the council, but If I ever-.”

“No, no nothing like that,” she laughed. “It’s just, I much prefer being on your radar is all I mean.”

“Oh.” Was all he could say. It still didn’t add up, she liked being in trouble? “Huh.”

Willow saw and understood his confusion. “You’re really into your position on the student council,” she said as though he was unaware. “Sometimes it feels like breaking the rules is the only way I get to talk to you.”

Did she know how every morning he held his breath, worried today was the day she changed her ways? That he wouldn’t feel her breeze as she zoomed by him in the hall, her braids coming undone as she maneuvered through other students like a maze? She had never injured anyone (besides herself) and she technically wasn’t running and hadn’t damaged any school property, but Hunter had scoured the handbook for something to say about it. Because he just wanted an excuse to talk to her.

“And you… like talking to… me?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she said simply. No hesitation, no eye rolling, no sarcasm. How could that be true? “Ya know, you’re not as uptight as you want everyone to believe you are. I think you’re secretly a big sweetheart.”

“Me?” He scoffed, he had certainly never been called that before. Not even ironically. “How am I sweet? I write you up every day!”

His voice shook as they quickly moved to avoid a pot hole but Willow never let go of his hand.

“Well, yeah but,” Willow couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean, you make a big show of writing me up and threatening me with detention but you never actually follow through.”

“What? I-I have! I mean, I must have at least once er-”

“No,” she said, shaking her head, “You always say you could but you never do.”

“Well, t-that’s because it goes straight on your permanent record.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, obviously unconvinced. She was pretty sure those didn’t even exist. She also knew it wasn’t because he didn’t have the power to, because he sent Boscha to detention literally all the time.

She had her theories, but right now probably wasn’t the right time to voice them.

“I… well, the thing is I…” he offered her a soft look as he tried to find the words. Something in his eyes made her think maybe he was about to confirm her theories. “I think I actually might…”

But before he could finish, the hill became too steep and Hunter promptly lost his balance. He unwillingly surrendered Willow’s hand as his arms flailed to his sides trying to save him from tumbling forward. Willow rolled beside him, keeping her eyes on him as she tried to grab his hand again. When she realized she couldn’t, she improvised and reached out to grab in an embrace, trapping his arms at his side as she clung to him tightly. They continued to skate down the hill at increasing speed as Willow tried to ease gently into the breaks so they wouldn’t go flying.

Finally, they reached flat land and when they did Hunter arrived deeper in Willow’s embrace, his cheek pressed firmly against hers as she shut her eyes, focused on keeping them safe. All he could focus on was how close they were. She lifted him off the ground, not knowing her own strength and all he could do was just be lifted by her.

Their faces were touching, oh Titan their faces were touching!

He swore he wasn’t breathing, he swore time stood still as he floated in some parking lot being held tightly by Willow Park. He could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo, a collection of jasmine and mango.

“You okay?” She asked, opening one eye to make sure no damage had come to him.

“Never better.” He squeaked. He wondered if he even weighed anything to her.

“We made it,” she declared gleefully, and he was so close he could feel the smile on her face. He was so lost in the euphoria of being so close to her he had totally forgotten the reason for it. Then his eyes registered where they were.

And in record time too.

“We made it,” he breathed as she set him down. How had he ever doubted her?

“Not quite yet,” she said as she took his hand and led him once again. “C’mon!”

They slid through the side entrance and something about it made Hunter feel oddly… giddy. Willow sped ahead of him like a bullet, her brow furrowed in determination as she raced against the clock.

“Move aside!” She announced to a few lingering students walking through the halls. “Precious cargo, coming though!”

He laughed, in spite of himself, feeling like he was in a dream. Being with her in the hall now instead of against her felt… right. This was how she saw the world: fast, exciting, scary. Normally he was just a mere star she passed by, close for only a brief moment before her orbit spun her elsewhere. But now he was fully caught in her gravity, hoping to be a moon, a sun, a comet; anything that followed her closely. Anything she’d let him be.

All too soon, they were outside the classroom where Hunter was to give his presentation. Willow could see they were still setting up and Hunter would get his chance to do his presentation.

“We did it!” She declared victoriously, wiping the sweat from her brow. “We did-.” She looked up at him in excitement but was taken back when he didn’t share her elatement. Instead, his focus was on her. He was looking at her like she was some precious jewel he had been searching for his whole life. “What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face or-.?”

“You’re amazing,” he said like the phrase took all the air in his lungs.

She gave a tiny chuckle as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. It wasn’t what she had been expecting to hear but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Well hey, don’t waste all your charm on me, student council,” she teased. “Getting here was the easy part, you still have a speech to give.”

“Right,” he said with a rare smile. Willow wondered why he didn’t smile more, he had such a pretty smile. “Anyway, thanks for all your help. I… really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” she said, and Hunter swore a rosey halo surrounded her. As he was admiring just how picturesque she was, a mischievous smile crept onto her face, as she allowed her wheels to bring her closer to him. “Um, excuse me, student council member Wittebane, but wearing roller skates in the hallway is against school policy, in case you weren’t aware.”

He offered her a shy, playful smile, running his hand through his hair as he leaned against the lockers, absentmindedly sending a chill up Willow’s spine. She caught him off guard and for a moment he was a little silly. Like he felt safe enough to be.

“Well, I guess I have to make an exemption today,” he said, his voice possessing a lighter tone that Willow was certain few people had ever heard. She liked it. She watched him quickly sink to the ground as he began to undo the laces on the skates as she handed him his shoes from her bag.

“Tomorrow morning though, no roller skating in the hallways,” he said, mocking himself as he wagged his finger at her. They both knew she wouldn't listen.

“But what if I’m running late?” She said innocently as she helped him back onto his feet once he had returned to his shiny dress shoes. “I have classes on opposite sides of the school, how else am I supposed to get there in time?”

“Well uh, I’m sure I could assist somehow,” he said, clearing his throat. He owed her one after all. “I could get you a special hall pass or help you plan a route or-.”

“Maybe you should start walking me to class,” she suggested.

“As punishment?”

She shrugged. “If you wanna call it that,” she said, brushing some invisible lint off of his shoulder. “Here, lemme fix your tie. Can’t have you beating my record for dress code violations, now can we?” She made sure he didn’t reflect the journey too much, adjusting his pin as well. Even after all that, he still managed to look so pristine. Maybe it was his posture, or his height, or the sharp definition of his jawline but his demeanor just seemed like it was permanently studious. Like he had a shell that extended to his heart. Like the cracks in his composure could only be seen up close and Willow wanted more than anything to have them memorized. Willow had caught glimpses of these cracks before, when she made a joke that caught him off guard and summoned a smile or dared him to joke back before following up with policy and procedure. These cracks didn’t make him foolish or fragile as she knew he worried they did, no: they made him shine.

The classroom was becoming louder as Amity tried to gain control so they could start and Hunter knew they’d be starting soon. But all he wanted to do was watch her fuss over his tie like she just wanted an excuse to be close to him.

“Willow, I-,” he started and her eyes instantly darted up to him. He then realized that that may have been the first time he had used her first name. He said it so gently, like he was worried he wasn’t worthy of it. She looked at him with wide eyes, like she hoped he’d say it again.

“Yeah?”

“I uh… I guess better head inside,” Hunter said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice. Both because he didn’t want to leave and because that wasn’t what he wanted to say.

“Guess you’d better,” she echoed, though she did not release him.

“But thank you again,” he said. “For helping me, for getting me here. No one’s ever done something like that for me before.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I have plenty of experience with being a no one, huh?” She said coyly. She knew he was about to protest, but before he had the chance to, she rose up and slyly pressed a quick kiss to his check. “Good luck, Mr. Student Council,” she whispered with a playful wink, doing one more small spin before skating away, leaving him stunned by the lockers.

She knew she had left a faint lipstick mark on his face, and from the corner of her eyes she noticed that he could not bring himself to wipe it off before finally heading inside.

Must not be a dress code violation, she thought to herself. Good to know.

[eris-snow]

𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥

Tags: Revelation (Deku's birthday series 2024), izuku x fem!reader, angst, Starlight, Starlight standing up for herself, tags what

Masterlist

8th July. Sun, Stars and Light.

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“Are you joking? I thought you’d be dead by now. Or given up.” Isamu Suzuki complains you step into the blinding white room.

Another year, another visit.

“Well boohoo,” you murmur, rolling your eyes as you sit down on the armchair opposite him. “Thought you would have died by now, old man. How’s prison life treating you? From the looks of it, not great. Hey, wanna bet to see who dies first? Winner gets bragging points and a one-way trip to hell. You look like the kind of guy who’d die the next day, honestly. You should consider pulling the plug, if you know what I mean. Hold your breath and count to a thousand. End your misery, you know?”

The haggard man blinks at you.

Running a hand through your hair, you slump down on the chair.

“I need…I need sleep.”

A nasty smirk curls onto Isamu’s lips. “Finally getting worn down, hm? And from the looks of it, little blondie cracklefire has left your side too.”

“He’s gonna get Zuku killed.” You muse. “I wanna stop it, but at the same time, I don’t really. Once Izuku sets his mind on something—“

“He never wavers,” The villain finishes impatiently. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve used me as your therapist way too many times. Don’t you have one back at your prestigious school? Just because I’m tied down here, doesn’t mean I want to listen to your hormonal problems. You fuck up my life 7 years ago. I ain’t giving you shit.”

“Well, you threw mine into the 4th dimension.” You grumble. “You reap what you sow, and then some.”

“I still have my brother fighting for his life out there,” Isamu says, and at that moment, even strapped down and crusty in a white suit he doesn’t own, he looks a little more…human. “Yeah, that’s right. Your glitter sparkles hero society have holes in big blabber mouth security guards.” The villain hums. “You’ve had trouble tracking him down, right?”

In the truth of the matter, you didn’t know much. After apprehending Isamu’s brother from the attack last year, you’d handed him off to the police for questioning. With school and internships, you’d barely paid attention to it when he went missing again. Apparently, Chisuke Suzuki snuck out using his Quirk, and by the time backup had arrived, there was simply a blood bath and three stacks of officers.

When they woke up, all officers were chronically depressed.

Chisuke’s Quirk was the erasure of one emotion from a victim. Or at least, that’s what it was last year. You should probably check the files more.

“My brother’s Quirk is more powerful than mine, and he knows how to get by,” Isamu says proudly. “At least if I hold on, I know he’ll be out there, waiting for me.”

His words slip a small pin to your heart, specifically and thoughtfully chosen. It hurt more than you thought, but you couldn’t let him drag you down now.

“What, no snarky feedback?” His eyes are blue, cold, hard and searching. “Never thought there’d come the day.”

A twig breaks. A tree falls. The camel’s back snaps in two.

“Is that what you want?” You explode, slamming a hand on the glass. Everything is hot, from your fingertips to your toes. “Me to give you a speech about how even though I royally fucked up, Izuku will find a way to regain his memories through the skin of his teeth because he’s Deku? Heroes give up too, god dammit! And maybe I deserve it, alright? What? What do you want to hear, asshole?”

You back down to the safety of your chair and heave a breath. “I need…” You whisper, shaking your head, “to give up properly.”

Isamu barks out a laugh. “7 years and finally, something interesting. Nah, keep going. I’ve waited too long for this.”

Watch me break.

Watch me crumble.

“Hey,” Isamu says cheerfully. “If you do want to be put out of your misery, let’s make a deal. You get me in touch with my brother, and I can get him to use his Quirk on you.”

Now, it was your turn to laugh. Maybe this guy has gone off the deep end. “Why would I do that?” you scoff.

“Because,” Isamu smirks. It’s an ugly smirk, with his yellowed, misaligned teeth.

“He can erase your love for that brat, you rascal.”

—

After school that day, Izuku takes the liberty of racing back to his room to dump out the Post-It notes on the floor of his dorm.

It was mind-boggling, and an out-of-body experience.

Scratchy scrawls line every note, his handwriting and his words all spilling out like it was a ritual he’d take part in come fire or hail.

I’m scared to die.

I don’t want to fight Shigaraki. I want to forgive him.

I’m scared I get left behind.

Personal feelings Izuku had never penned down were inked on yellow stickies, little nooks of his own insecurities all laid bare.

It’s difficult for me to admit these things.

Ochaco and I aren't a thing anymore, we fell out of love.

Slowly, Izuku pieces together who you once were to him.

Someone trustworthy, someone kind.

But not all were appropriate triggers, and those that were are diamonds in a mineshaft. Most things were trivial, and the few that caused bone-shattering agony to his mind never tripped anything right.

Gasping, he tugs his necktie off and closes his eyes in frustration. Sweat stains his wooden floor a darker brown, and his hope starts to fade. The last trigger has him seeing stars as he gently eases himself back down from insanity.

“Give them back…!” He whispers, scarred hands squeezing his head as he glares at himself in his standing wall mirror. “Give my memories back!”

In a fit of rage, he swings the tin box holding the systematically stacked notes against his bed.

A flurry of Post-it notes flutters around him as the box slams loudly against his bed frame. A false bottom pops out, and so does a new section of Post-its.

15 of them, and they’re dated from July 1st to 15.

—

“Erase my love for Izuku?” You had to give it to Isamu, his hunches were always spot on.

“You’re always so adamant about keeping your memories. Heck, I think if I find a way to use my Quirk on you, you’d find a way to resist its effect as you heroes do best. But emotions…” Isamu laughs. It’s not a nice laugh. “You can pay the price of millions of memories with just one emotion. It’d end your suffering.”

You falter, and he sees it like it’s white on black. “You won’t forget him, but you won’t know pain, either. It’d go poof,” Isamu says, eyes electrifying as he dishes out the offer with the finesse of a conman.

It’s tempting, of course it is. This whole time, Izuku had always stood by your side not knowing who you really were. You couldn’t bring yourself to love him properly, just as he deserved. He deserved someone there, someone who could enrapture him like the Aurora borealis instead of someone as plentiful as the stars in the night sky. Someone who could share memories with him for a long long time.

That someone wasn’t you.

Accepting this deal meant moving on. It meant leaving your feelings in your glade and finally…

be free.

Not free from the memories, but…in a different way.

But then, your resolve hardens like steel. “You have some nerve trying to bribe me over with that.”

You stand up, anger cooled to an eerily calm. The world is silent, it’s the ocean's depth at the seabed. “Every inch of me, I cherish it. The good, the bad, the terrible. To rip a feeling out of me? Using heartbreak as manipulation? That’s low even for you.” You scoff, fingers sliding over the glass. “If I move on from Izuku, that’s by me, and me alone. I will never accept your side payback that’s dressed up as charity, because I will never let Izuku go through the pain I did.”

Fire burns, a torch of eternal flame; your love for Izuku, cast out because even though it’s pretty, even though it hurts, no one will ever admire its beauty.

“Izuku’s strong, and so am I.” You whisper, eyes locking with his. “I do not need you.”

—

The note that triggers it is not the one he imagined.

I don’t like Kacchan calling you Shortie. Kacchan’s amazing and all, but he shouldn’t make fun of your height. P.s. I like the nickname Zuku, too! You don’t have to tell me why you started calling me that, I’m just glad you do. I can’t imagine you calling me anything else.

Even so, he thinks through it. Zuku? No one has ever called him that before. Kacchan calls you Shortie, he knows that. But why does he say he can’t imagine you calling him anything else?

“Nicknames from first year?” He whispers under his breath. “Maybe I lost my memories last year? My birthday, obviously…”

Where does this point to?

Why the Post-it notes?

What did he call you?

His brain explodes as he writhes in agony again. Blinding hot pain, wax melting his skull—

Starlight, His mind lapses.

There’s another image this time, one of a willow tree in the same field. The branches of it sway hypnotisingly slow, and he can feel the breeze even though he’s not present there.

In a sandbox, building sandcastles under the night sky. Your name is Starlight.

“Your name is Starlight.” He whispers, his mouth echoing the word as easy as he were to say Kacchan.

The fluorescent lights sizzle, and something breaks.

The next thing he knows, everything is black.

[ratcatcher0325]

Dear Alexander and Natalie,

Do you have any plans for the fourth of July? I would guess that Alexander is indifferent but doesn't like the noise and Natalie is in it for the food (my spouse likes to call the fouth "summer Thanksgiving"). I am curious (and nosy!), so what's on the docket?

I for one am making ice cream and shutting the windows against the noise.

Yours,

PSM

Oh hey PSM!

Nice to see ya again! Oh! Hold on, Alexander is wrestling my fingers away from the mouse (I’m letting him win so he won’t yell at me).

Natalie, where is your common courtesy? Our friend addressed the ask to me first, then you. Have patience!!

Do you hear that? This little insufferable nightmare is lecturing me about patience! His lack of self awareness is adorable isn’t it?

Nothing about me is adorable! Now stop being such an antagonizer and let me peruse this question. Stop it! Do not cross this line. Put your hands behind you back if you must, I will not tolerate any more interruptions. The Fourth of July?? Hmm. I like your plan. Staying out of the heat, far away from drunken humans gathering in raucous crowds and the ear shattering cacophony of those utterly obnoxious fireworks would be my strong preference. However, I’m told Natalie has a, to quote her “kick ass paleta recipe you’ll love”. I’m told a paleta is a type of frozen popsicle made from fruit?

Oh, so you put me in “Ask Jail” but then you get to steal my paleta thunder? Cool. Seems fair. Yeah I was planning to wrap up five or six flavors today, so we can beat the heat for a long time to come. Normally, if I was with family we’d make a huge cookout, but I’ll probably just go with a simple arrachera and maybe some guacamole (though I’ll never get it as good as my grandma). Alexander can be my trusty taste tester. But yeah, obviously fireworks aren’t gonna hurt my ears like they would his, still they’ve never really impressed me. BUT Alexander needs the experience of lighting Roman candles and sparklers off the patio, it’s like… a right of passage. We’ll just wait till all the fireworks displays are over. Besides, I have a feeling this little nightmare will enjoy lighting shit on fire.

She keeps insisting it’s a deeply cathartic experience to watch controlled explosions. I can’t say I disagree. I will report back, posthaste. Other than that, I would be delighted to continue working, uninterrupted, but when I tell you, PSM, that becomes nearly impossible when living with someone like Natalie, I promise I’m not exaggerating. She thinks I won’t notice, but she constantly finds every excuse under the sun to pull my attention or to touch me, albeit it gently. But it is still immensely distracting. I’m going to need to employ a thumb tack or safety pin to ward her off. Do you think that’ll do the trick?

I’m gonna ignore that completely and change the subject… I hope you enjoy your ice cream! What flavors are you planning to make? You wanna send some to Cambridge? We can do a food swap!

In the same vein as Natalie, I wish you a happy holiday for… what exactly? American exceptionalism? Those of us with a fraction of intelligence obviously know such a concept to be a carefully crafted myth which is ever crumbling in the face of late-stage capitalism. It’s explicitly clear that the American dream is dead and as the wage gap yawns ever greater, we continue to fight one another and stay just distracted enough to keep from toppling the true seat of corrupted powe—

Okay….. that’s enough of that! What he’s trying to say in Alexander-speak is he hopes you enjoy your day off from work! Ha, ha. I’m sorry, I found him like this, and I haven’t been able to figure out how to turn it off, so, this is what you get.

You quite literally just said the other day one of the things you like about me is my intelligence. Make up your mind, woman!

Alright… time to go before I get lectured at for a straight hour. Thanks for reaching out and have an awesome 4th!

Love,

Alexander

(because I was addressed first, thank you very much)

&

Natalie

[dollsonmain]

It sucks how the shit your parents did to you sticks forever.

I decided to put a string instead of a new zip tie in this doll’s neck and of course had to remember how the very first time I had a drawstring come out of something and asked my mom for help, she said “You just put a safety pin in it and pull it through.”

I think it was between 4th and 6th grade based on which house I remember this being (We moved every 2 years).

I did NOT understand. Put the safety pin in.... what? Where?? How do I pull it through? What does that mean?

I tried but couldn’t figure out what she meant. I tried pushing the string in a little, then poking the pin through the fabric into the string, then trying to wiggle the pin in a way that the post would push the string through the channel a bit, then repeat. She was so pissed off at me that I thought she was going to beat me, but she just yanked it all out of my hands, went into a different room and did it herself, then threw it at me.

I remained untaught.

If she had showed me from the start, or worded it differently I would have understood no problem.

As it is, I don’t remember when I did learn how to thread a string through a channel with a safety pin, I only remember the time that I didn’t.

A lot of times I felt like the stupidest idiot to ever stupid while growing up (still do quite often), and a lot of the time it was being poorly taught by the adults around me.

-

The last time she was here she was watching a video and it was a guy telling a girl about car registration because she’d gotten a notice that she needed to register her car after having bought one for the first time and she was very confused.

The boy called her stupid, and I said out loud “She’s not stupid, she’s under-educated. Her parents failed her.” and in the same moment realized that I also had no idea about car registration. I knew it existed. I didn’t know it was every year or that there was a fee.

My parents failed me, too.

[dreamy-melody]

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ it's almost 3 am and I'm eating a coconut yogurt

// I have lore for this sweetie but I'm too tired to type it out right now wahhh ~ I'll update this later I guess ehehehe

*editing this now to add the lore*

Yuki Yawamizu (雪 山水)

Hero Name: "Snow Angel" Quirk Type: Emitter Quirk Name: Winter Temper

Occupation: Student/Civilian

Story Behind the Quirk: One day a young Yuki came across a group of boys who were mistreating a mother rabbit and her babies. Upon seeing this the usually reserved Yuki couldn't help but confront them but instead of listening and leaving the rabbits alone the boys continued to mistreat them. Becoming annoyed by Yuki who was trying to stop them the boys pinned Yuki down face first into the freezing snow and ice. Through tear filled rage Yuki was able to stop the bullies by causing a hefty thundersnow storm...seemingly out of nowhere? Upon seeing what Yuki was capable of the boys ran away in cowardice finally leaving the rabbit family alone and although they were gone Yuki found it difficult to stop whatever was occurring with himself, he felt his heart had turned cold. Through the rustling of a snow covered bush Yuki's attention turned back to the precious rabbits which reminded him that the threat was gone and he felt his heart melt. Feeling his kindness once again now that the boys were gone he took off his scarf and used it to warm up the rabbits before parting ways with the fluffy little creatures. After that incident Yuki learned about his quirk and trained hard to control it on his own accord hoping to use it to help others meanwhile not letting his emotions become overwhelming to handle.

Quirk Side Effects: If Yuki overworks his quirk he's prone to fatigue, muscle aches, difficulty regulating body temperature, and migraines. Although he enjoys training and prefers cold weather in general if he's exposed to frigid temperatures for too long he's at risk to developing 3rd degree frostbite (superficial frostbite which reveals an underneath layer of skin and tissue that appears white or grey). Yuki's extremities, such as his ears, nose, cheeks, fingers, and toes, are more often than not red due the training he undergoes. Due to dangerous risks such as the damage and loss of tissue Yuki has yet to train past his breaking point, having an intense fear of developing 4th degree burns (deep frostbite which causes skin to turn black due to the death of cells and the inability for joints and muscles to work) and having to amputate parts of his body alongside developing corneal frostbite which would deeply damage his eyesight if not completely remove it.

Home Life: Yuki and his family reside in Hokkaido. Since the weather is colder than in other regions, especially in the winter, Yuki has always enjoyed colder weather, finding it more natural to him; so much so that he doesn't mind going out in shorts when others would be complaining about the cold! He's the first and only son (23 years old) with a younger sister (12 years old) to a mother (48 years old) and father (53 years old) who make and sell traditional sweets for a living. Though their parents claim that they themselves don't have quirks they do know that there are many people in their families that do which made them understanding when Yuki discovered his quirk. Yuki's sister, Hana Yawamizu (花 山水), also seemed to inherit a quirk: Blooming Caress, where she can generate many types of flowers she has seen before with her touch alone, seemingly memory based. However she is still unsure of what exactly she can use it for but can control it willingly.

School Life: Yuki attends 冬百合学園 (Winter Lily Academy), a university where alumni learn about useful information in regards to becoming heroes, civilian safety awareness, and advanced training in order to effectively use their quirks not only for solo use but together with other heroes. Yuki's closest friend, 冥王星 大城 (Meiōsei Ōshiro) (22) seems to be the opposite of Yuki: he's dark, taciturn, and firm and yet they get along very well. He's very fond of Yuki, finding himself spoiling and protecting him from harm. The two often practice together; Yuki using his precipitation to cause distractions so Meiōsei can advance his quirk: Phantom Permeation and Meiōsei helping Yuki develop his sense of defense and attack by stealthily moving about in close combat. Every now and then students are to be sent on missions and solve a problem ranging from helping children get along with one another to stopping criminals and villains from carrying out malicious acts. Each year has a rank for students: A, B, C, and D; Rank A meaning the individual has the strength, cooperativeness, and skills to be a substantial hero meanwhile Rank D individuals are just above having power and reliance compared to civilians.

Strengths: cold/rainy/cloudy weather, caring for others, being charismatic = persuading others, is resourceful, very observant

Weaknesses: warm/hot/humid weather, not very physically strong, overwhelmed easily, too selfless, too trusting of others, a bit clueless

Distinguishing Feature(s): beauty mark under his lip (right side)

Charm Point: he's too pure ! (´• ω •`)

// I might draw some more references for Yuki/his family/Meiōsei that is if my arm doesn't snap off ~ the amount of research I had to do is so tiring, I bet my search history looks insane right now !

I'll put a quick meanings behind the names:

Yuki's name "雪 山水" = Snow Mountain+Water

Hana's name "花 山水" = Flower Mountain+Water

Meiōsei's name "冥王星 大城" = Darkness+King+Planet Great+Castle

that's it for now ~ *passes out*

[kookies2000]

So my little sister carried her TV from her room and to the table in the kitchen because she wanted to watch Kung Fu Panda with me. So I had the TV like two feet away from my face while eating. 😅 But that's not what I want to mention. I remembered another reason why I liked the movie so much as a kid. The Furious Five just being there, even when they aren't talking. For a film that has over six characters, it's common to have a good chunk of characters not being relevant to the plot. It's always an issue most films or shows have, too many characters fighting for the spotlight.

Another reason I love THE LAST WISH!!! Look, I'm still gushing about the film and I must mention the film every chance I get. But yeah, The Last Wish had eight characters and each one was fun and important. So maintaining a lot of characters is always a challenge.

Back on topic!!! So while the five do get pushed in the back a lot, I love how the creators take advantage of that. The five are just doing their thing, chilling, adding in a comment here and there, and when they're needed, it's beyond awesome to see how they use their animalistic behavior to fight! I love to see them fight as a team because of the way they combine their moves and use their animal features to defeat their enemies. Tigress growls, shows her teeth, and claws at the enemies, and her moves are just tiger-like. Po throws his weight around and bounces like a ball or bounces things off of him. Moneky swings around all playful like monkeys do. But my two favorites have to be Viper and Crane, for the creativity. The two don't exactly have the anatomy the others have. But I love how they're used in the fights. Crane's wings being a shield and are used to create wind. And I just love how Viper is chill with being used as a rope from time to time. 🤣 This girl has been pulled at by Po so many times, it's a miracle she's still in one piece. And I just love that manipulation of the body she can do. Making Tai Lung punch himself or using one of the wolves in the 2nd film as a puppet to fight. I just adore it. And then we have the way they handcuff those two in the 2nd film. Really, they go for Crane's neck? 😂 And I'm sure Viper can slip out but instead she's just struggling and using her head to drag the cuffs on her tail. Another scene I like, in the scene where Shen is shooting down the building with Po and the five in it, I just like looking at how they move around. Monkey is a monkey so he's swinging down to safety on the lanterns. In the scene where they're being shot at by arrows, I love the way Viper slithers up in a zig-zag way, completely avoiding the arrows that almost pinned her to the wall. And then the factory scene, I love the way Tigress hisses at the gorillas and wolves like a cat. They're just FUN to look at!!! I love it!!!

And what I also love is how we get hints of their personalities without them having to take the spotlight or have many lines. From the very beginning, you can tell what they're like from their reactions to Po being the Dragon Warrior. Mantis and Monkey are the goofballs of the team. They tease Po about his weight and joke about it. They like making snarky remarks as well, like Mantis laughing at how Po will never stop bouncing on the stairs. Only to get hissed at by Viper to shut up. This brings me to Crane and Viper. They're more caring and concerned. For being a snake, Viper doesn't hold any personality traits you would associate with a snake. She's the one who silences Manti's remarks. She's the one that shows the most concern for Po because she doesn't want him to get hurt as The Dragon Warrior. Which is understandable because he is inexperienced. While Crane does comment on Po's weight, it is mostly out of disappointment for not being chosen. And when he sees how upset Po gets when he tells him he doesn't "belong here." Crane covers it up right away by saying he doesn't belong in his room. Careful to not hurt Po's feelings. Then we have Tigress who does not hesitate to tell Po off by telling him he doesn't belong in the Jade Palace at all. She's ruthless, serious, and can be cold.

And then we have gestures and facial expressions. I have to mention Monkey and how he moves around. Using his surroundings like a jungle gym. And I found it adorable how he uses Cranes hat as a shield for protection against the arrows in the 2nd film. He's just a goof. I love Cranes hat, it adds a lot of personality to him. When it hides his face it makes him look intimidating and mysterious. But the moment you see his face, he's just this little soft ball of shy sunshine. 😂 I already mentioned Viper enough but I love how she always, and I mean always, has a worried expression. And her habit of planting kisses on her friends. End credits to the 1st film, she plants a kiss on Po's cheek, in the Secret of the Five she kisses Tigress when she gets knocked out and calls her sweetie. I just love how affectionate she is. Then we have Tigress, who seems to be the leader/protector of the group. I just love how she carries Po around during battles, in the 2nd film when they jump off the falling tower and land on the roofs, you can see Tigress catching Po and throwing him to the next roof. And she's like this to the others as well. 2nd film, in the scene after Crane breaks his wing, the five make it to the bottom of the tower before it falls. You can see Tigress holding onto Crane like an injured bird, duh, before gently placing him down and going to check on Po. I just love the little we get from her. Emotionless but she protects her friends.

I think I said all I need to say. I just love this franchise so much and I had to dig at every detail I could. So what was the point of this post?

I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THE FURIOUS FIVE IN THE 4TH FILM BECAUSE IN THE 3RD FILM AND THE SHOWS JUST SET THEM ASIDE! OR ELSE I WILL DISAPPEAR INTO THE OCEAN AND NEVER COME BACK UNTIL THE 5TH FILM!!!!

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

You made a post on how punks and emo's should customise their own stuff instead of buying expensive shit made by rich people.

Do you have any tips for making cool things or something?

Honestly? Go to the fabric store and just look around until you get an idea. And I'm not talking about the fabric section, I'm talking about the sewing notions section. Let me talk about this look.

So I am a drag queen so I did purchase some things here. The wig for instance, the gloves, and the boots and the earrings were all tip money, BUT I edited the boots and the rest were all thrift store finds. Let me tell you how I made this. We'll start with the boots.

They were just plain black boots I bought for 60$ online. I bought a pack of English 77 cone studs off angryyoungandpoor and used jewelry pliers to put them all the way around the top. Then I put safety pins all the way down the back. Moving up the leg the tights are black nylons I had when I was a kid that I cut and ripped holes in with scissors. Next up is literally just a pair of jeans I already had which I cut off, did a stitch along the bottom so they didn't fray too badly after being cut, and a pack of 50 pyramid studs from the fabric store applied to the front and back pockets

Moving upwards. Thrift store jean jacket, acrylic paint, an old black tee shirt, and studs and spikes from ayp originally silver but painted pink on the front there's a Siouxie and the Banshee's patch a Paramore patch an Evanescence patch a Joan Jett and the Black Hearts patch and an In This Moment patch. All of which are squares cut out of the old tee shirt, painted with white acrylic paint with the band name and logo, and sewn onto the jacket. The bra is from target and I just put the same pack of studs from the fabric store along the top of the bra.

But you don't have to spend as much money as I did, like I said that outfit makes me money so if I invest 60$ in a pair of boots I know if I wear those boots to enough drag shows they will end up paying for themselves. You really can make a lot of stuff out of things you already have. The tights my mom literally bought for me in 4th grade and I put a bunch of holes in them in 7th grade and there I am at 22 years old still wearing them in an establishment I literally can't get into unless I'm 21 plus. The only things I think you actually need to go out and purchase if you don't already have them are like scissors, a needle and thread, and safety pins, all of which you can get at the dollar tree, and all of which i think everyone should own not just punks, although certainly punks should have more safety pins. Basically everything you'll ever need for even more ambitious projects is at the fabric store or the craft store. They sell chain in a big spool for under 10$, they sell a pack of pyramid studs for under 10$, they sell rit dye for about 5 or 6$, they sell paint and paint brushes for cheap, they sell a pack of clasps for under 10$. They're great. If you go to hobby lobby you can just steal it they don't believe in bar codes or anti theft measures and do their inventory manually they literally will not notice. But crust pants are like literally whatever pants you already have with a bunch of patches sewn on. Bottlecap pins are bottle caps you paint and then glue a safety pin on the inside of so you can pin it to something. Cool tights are regular tights you take scissors to. Fish net tops are fishnet stockings (which you can get from dollar tree) with the crotch cut out so you can put it over your head and your fingers through the feet. All of this is cheap or free if you have supplies already which a lot of people do.

Also for some reason people getting into this as adults seem to be like... Intimidated when I tell them this as if it's a high barrier to entry so let me assure you that I started doing it when I was a 12 year old with unmedicated ADHD. When putting holes in things there's no wrong answers. Sewing is easier than you think it's just time consuming if you're doing it by hand. Studs are the easiest thing ever you just stab the sharp bits through fabric and then put them down with pliers. I would say the most complicated bit is painting on patches or pins, but for patches start wit a white pencil and then paint on you'll usually be fine.

Also don't throw shit away if you can help it. The crotch may have busted in a pair of pants but that is now fabric you can use for later

Anyway the point of that post wasn't that punks should never buy anything. One thing I find a bit ridiculous about this discourse is that people act like they're not buying clothes anyway. Obviously the online "goth" fast fashion is cheaply made and overpriced, but hottopic mens pants (do not buy hottopic women's pants they're terrible, the mens actually hold up somewhat tho) cost the same as Kohl's jeans, and if you've worn yours out and need new pants... Well I'm sure you could probably get them cheaper on the target clearance rack but ultimately you're gonna be contributing to somebody's bottom line either way. The point of that post was that punk has always been a poor man's movement and the idea that looking punk costs a lot of money is modern gentrification and entirely inaccurate.

Anyway I think that's all I've got for advice. People online have videos and wiki how's and the like for specific projects but part of punk is coming up with your own ideas. So like just take stock of your wardrobe and see how you can fuck it up.

[tfw-no-tennis]

csm 133 thoughtz....

I realized today that I read this every week and i love liveblogging so why not combine those two things. wow

I'm loving the completely objective signs that state factual things such as ‘not human’ and ‘chainsaw devil,’ thank you for those, chainsaw man protestors lol

yoshida let denji out of the yaoi dungeon?! interesting

‘I'm a good boy’ denji ily 

I loooove all of denjis delayed reactions to things lmfao

I feel like denji fr has brain damage from all his head trauma and lobotomies lol its like in the john wick movies how he gets less coherent as they go on bc, imo, he’s gotten so many concussions that by the 4th one he can barely talk

really like the panel of denji and yoshida sitting calmly and all the anti and pro csm people are clashing in the background. 

especially w/denji saying he kinda likes people fighting over him...but none of them realize that denji, sitting right there, is chainsaw man. poetry bro

oooh, getting political. I do (sometimes) love like, anime superpower’d world politics. it can be well done

love how vastly different yoshida and denjis priorities are 

like, yoshida is playing 5D chess and denji just ate a rock he found on the ground. and I don't mean this derisively for denji, its good that his priorities are nayuta et al

‘you no longer have sole control over chainsaw man’ is interesting. denji - chainsaw man - is becoming a figure beyond denji and chainsaw man himself. the IDEA of him is being used almost more than csm himself

oh damnnnnnn 

yoshida literally w/the ‘quit your job’ ‘what’ ‘join my emo band’ bit. except he doesn’t even offer to let denji join his band smh. I KNOW yoshida has an emo band just look at him

denjis facial expressions are the best lmao

YOSHIDA THATS FUCKING DARK GODDAMN 

I'm not shocked tho. he’s so sketchy!!!! I seriously STILL cant pin down what his deal is. whose side is he on!? what's his agenda, personally?!

damn. simplistically put, yoshida is kinda right. denji can live a normal life if he stops being chainsaw man voluntarily 

EXCEPT NO, because the apocalypse would still be happening or whatever, and denji is all fucked up and traumatized, and integrating with the ‘normies’ isn't gonna work as well as hanging out with weirdos and freaks like he’s currently doing

speaking of, WHERE is asa I miss her:( 

lmfao @ yoshida being like ‘ill be your friend if you quit being csm denji!!! I prommy!’

loooove those panels of yoshida describing what denjis ‘normal life’ could look like, over background of protestors fighting

DENJI ILY............

again with the 5D chess vs eating a rock. denji is so great because he’s so straightforward. he wants everyone to pay attention to him and fight over him!!!! he likes the attention, positive and negative, he gets as chainsaw man!!! he’s not too proud or ashamed to admit to that - he’s not the type to even attempt to be modest and pretend that he’s only chainsaw man to help people...if anything, that's a side effect of the rest of the deal

and to denji its simple: he doesn’t want to stop being csm, and he also doesn’t want nayuta to be killed. c’mon yoshida get with it

yoshida telling denji to be selfless, essentially...lmao bro who do you think you’re talking to

denji CAN be selfless but This Is Not The Way To Achieve That

HE CHOOSES BOTH. BOTH OPTIONS. lmao I love him

also I really question public safety’s ability to hold nayuta captive. js. 

denji trying to assemble the protestors to kill yoshida lmaoooooo

oh yep lmao there she is

OH AWWWWW they’re so cute uhghhhh I’m so glad they reunited

love her pose when she’s calling for denji. weirdgirlcore

I will say I’m still wary of nayuta...I feel like the story is purposely vague about her morals - like last chapter with her telling her classmates to give her their desserts - where’s the line between typical amoral tween behavior and like, not valuing human life? im excited to see more of her tho

yoshida w/some HILARIOUS facial expressions

nayuta not swearing lmaooooo

I wonder if yoshida thinks that denji agreed to his terms lol

we haven’t seen basically any of public safety this part...I wanna know how its been going there. is kishibe still involved???? did kobeni rejoin lmaoooo

the fact that they’ve had such little presence makes me think they’re pretty powerless. I wonder if their threat against nayuta really holds any weight

yoshida at the end hahaha ‘did he not understand me?’ dude I’m telling you hes playing -2D checkers MAYBE. this is the guy who recently lobotomized himself rather than face his trauma. plsssss

great chapter and I’m excited to read more as always. I wonder if we’ll catch up with asa next...

[thatonewatching]

Church Boy-Offer

Travis' POV:

I punched him...

Holy shit...

After that, I just walked away. I couldn't let anyone see my fucking sinning face. I went to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I tried to hold them back, but I ended up crying like the failure I am...

I stayed quiet, now and then a small sob would escape. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps and wiped my eyes. "Someone in here?" a sweet voice asked. 

I recognized it.

Sal...

"No shit, get out."

"Are you okay?"

"What do you think!?"

"...Why do you hate me so much...?"

"Because you and your friends are a bunch of fags! God will never love you, why should I?"

"Y'know, we're not all gay. Except for me and Todd, were super gay."

"...I don't really hate you...or your friends..."

"I didn't think so..."

"..."

"Hey, if you ever want to, y'know, hang out or get away from your dad, you could hang out with me."

"..."

"Just, think about it and let me know. If you ever need anybody to talk to, I'm always here for you. I will never turn you down, my door is always open."

"Thanks..."

"No problem!"

"But, why are you being so nice to me?"

"I don't think you're a bad guy, Travis. Under all that anger, I think there's a good dude who's afraid to be himself."

"You're wrong..."

"What?"

"You're wrong. I am of nothing good. I am a sinner. I am a failure..."

"Travis, don't say that. You aren't any of those things. If I thought so, I wouldn't be here."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Thanks, Sally face..."

"Of course, Travis."

"Hey, um."

"Yeah?"

"It's just...Mrs. Packerton said I needed some tutoring. Do you...know anyone who could...?"

"I could!"

"You?"

"Yeah, if that's okay with you. We don't have to be friends, but I wouldn't mind helping."

"Are you sure? I mean, after what just happened, I didn't think you'd even consider me human."

"Travis, we can be friends...we don't have to be enemies..."

"..."

"Are you free after school? We could start today."

"Yea...I'll have to...sneak out..."

'Oh, no. You don't have to. I could go over to your house! Or we could meet at the park or something. I don't want to get you in trouble."

"Why the hell are you so fucking nice?"

"I...I don't know..."

"..."

"Well, I live in Addison Apartments. Stop by if you want..."

"..."

I felt my eyes tear up again. They wouldn't stop and I didn't put in an effort to make them. Footsteps erupted from in front of the stall and then the bathroom door slammed shut and I heard the bell ring. It was time for class.

I opened the stall and snatched my backpack from the floor. "Shit..." I muttered, running as fast as I could to my next class. 

Once I arrived, I sat in the back and pulled out my book. It was about space. I stole it off my dad's shelf, I wanted to read something other than the Bible. He would've killed me if he found out, whatever. Not like he reads these anyways. Just for display.

Just like our family...

Display...

*Time Skip*

I went to my 4th class. This one I had with Sally...That fucking freak. Weird ass blue hair, I never even saw any brown spots at his roots. Was it natural? Weird... And he always wore his hair super feminine. Whether it was in pigtails, ponytails, or space buns, it was feminine. His eyes always shone through his mask. They were the same color as his hair, too. 

Baby blue...

They could practically see through me. That's what it felt like, at least, when he looked at me. They were kind of pretty. Actually, I think one of them is fake. When he rolls his eyes at me, only one rolls. The other one stays in place, maybe shift a little. His piercings were kinda cool, too.

He had his cartilage pierced. I think he did all his piercings at home because he had a safety pin through it with a little dried blood. He wasn't a pussy, I could give him that.

"Mr. Phelps, please read the next paragraph for us." The teacher called out, snapping me out of my trance. 

I hadn't noticed, but I was staring at Sal. "Uh, yea." I said, finding where we were and continue the article. After I finished, the class grew silent, and I looked around. I noticed Sal staring at me and I quickly looked away. "Mr. Fisher, staring isn't polite. Please turn around." the teacher rhetorically asked. "Yes, sir..." Sal answered, turning back around and looking down at his textbook. 

"Alright, for the homework tonight, you are all required to read the rest of the section and write a summary with at least 4 paragraphs and 5 sentences in each. Thank you and see you all tomorrow." he said, allowing us to leave. "Mr. Phelps and Mr. Fisher, do you mind staying back?" he called, standing by the door. 

Sal and I shared a look of confusion before waiting with the teacher until everyone else left. After everyone was gone, he started to talk to us. "I have the understanding that one of you is exceptionally gifted in mat but not so much in literature. The other one is the opposite. I recommend that you two tutor and help each other for your own sake. Finals are coming up and I want you all to pass. Please consider this. I don't want to hold either of you back..." the teacher offered, suggesting that we take his advice. 

"Now, I'll write you two some passes, and you can get going." he informed, clapping his hands to signify the end of the conversation. Sal nodded and I stayed still, tapping my foot. He finished the passes and sent us on our way. 

After getting to my next class, I sat in an empty seat and started reading. "Mr. Phelps, could you please tell the class what has piqued your interest so?" My teacher said, crossing her arms and scowling. "Um...just this book..." I answered, closing the book and putting it on my desk. 

"Hmm..." she irritably said, turning back around and finishing her examples. After that class, I finished my next with no interruptions.

I walked out of the class and to my locker. After grabbing my things, I closed it and started to walk away before someone grabbed me by the back of my shirt. I was yanked to the ground and looked up to see Larry Johnson standing above me. "The fuck do you want?!" I yelled, squirming a little. "You wanna pick fights? Huh? You wanna pick fights with Sal, do you? See It doesn't feel good when someone bigger than you pick on you, does it?" he jeered, smiling wildly.

"Larry! What the hell?!" A voice yelled.

Sal...

"What the fuck are you doing to him?" Sal asked, grabbing Larry by the back of his shirt and yanking him off me. When they fell on the floor, Larry fell on top of Sal. Larry was pinning Sal down. 

I'm not sure why, but that pushed me over the edge. I got up and threw my biggest textbook at Larry's face. "Fuck you, asshole!" I screamed, watching as blood trickled out of his nose and onto his shirt.

"What the hell, man?!" he yelled back, holding back tears.

I walked away after that...

(Originally posted on May 15th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Offer - Wattpad

[bonnienapierfilm]

LONGBOARD NIGHTS PT.5 [MARCH]

ALL THINGS HUSK

The journey from visualising to creating the Husk was very up and down. I had early meetings with Ben to discuss his vision and what was possible. Ben wrote a summary about the Husks:

"Husks are twitching, humanoid creatures that can be recognised by a large metal plate across their face with a serial code on the top right and two holes for their eyes that can be closed remotely. Multiple liquids come with a Husk. Commonly, you will find large amounts of blood that is either still coming out of them or has dried depending on the work of the “Angel.” Additionally, Puss has been said to leak out of their eye slots due to the salt of their tears getting mixed up with their infected skin soldered to the metal. Rust can commonly be seen at the eye slots as the subject's tears have rusted the metal."

So, working from this, we looked on Pinterest for some inspiration. These were some initial ideas:

I was starting to understand the direction to go in, however the practicalities of what I could make where standing in the way. I don't typically work with metal! I started looking for ways to create a metal mask without using metal.

I found this on instagram:

This guy creates cool robotic looking characters and sci-fi weapons from scratch. In this post, he created a metal mask type thing out of plastic. He then spray painted with metallic paint and used a hot glue gun to create welds around the mask, making it look real. These ideas where really helpful.

I looked at more metal ideas, something that would be easier to make. I found something that might work:

Something more scrappy looking, thrown together. I knew I could do the welding with a hot glue gun, and could make pieces that looked welded and screwed into the skin.

I had now recruited Juno from 4th year as my art assistant. Since, I had been their assistant on grad films, they said they'd do the same for me! Juno recommended I work with EVA foam, and paint that to look like metal. So that was the plan! I made some sketches:

Myself and Juno spent a day creating 2 masks, one for the Husk and one for Alex's dad in the flashback. We cut lots of sharp looking fragments from the EVA foam and stuck it to some safety helmets with spray glue, overlapping and building them.

We sprayed them with metallic spray paint and then shaded black and bronze metallic paint. I had these little pins I used over the mask to look like it would be screwed into someones head. Then I used a hot glue gun to create the welding, then painted over it with silver metallic paint.

I added a bunch of blood, and pulled hair through the holes in the mask. Ripped shirts worn and also dripped blood onto them.

I'm happy with the result! It was never going to look amazing, I knew that, but I put in the effort and it payed off. I loved being creative and trying to think of creative solutions to things!

[virhe]

1+. For sure paint them yourself when possible. You can cut up a stencil first to make it mostly look right and freehand details after. Mistakes can be covered up with black (or whatever colour fabric you're using) permanent marker.

2+. Also outside of spikes any old metal looks badass. Can tabs, safety pins, rivets, nuts and bolts, o- and d-rings, chain links, whatever you can easily get.

Having said that do also think about where you're gonna put it! Having pointy/sharp metal on your back will fuck up your friends couch, and having big pointy shit on your shoulders means backpacks and shoulder bags are really uncomfortable. Personally for these reasons I don't have a lot of spikes on my jacket since it's basically the only jacket I have.

5+. I get all my patch fabric from every now and again buying used black jeans at 1€ per pair on what's my country's eBay equivalent, or waiting for a sale at a second hand clothing store (UFF has tasarahapäivät where you can get them at 2€ per, get every 4th pair free). Doesn't matter what size they're at since they're getting cut up regardless.

Bonus 1. Coloured embroidery floss is so much fun for sewing patches on and not that expensive. I'm sure it's not as strong as better thread options but all that colour looks really cute imo.

Bonus 2. I've recently had fun using graffiti markers (I got Molotow ONE4ALLs) for DIY clothing as well. They're refillable and while probably not as good as actual fabric paint they are way faster to use and don't require fixing. Strong vibrant colours. Could probably even use these (or spray paint) to colour your metal bits. Also they're great for vandalism :)

I'm seeing a lot of people say that punk fashion is expensive and inaccessible, which is very wrong. here is a list of some ways you can make punk fashion easier, cheaper and more accessible for you, since that's... kinda the whole point.

others are encouraged to add onto this!! (just don't recommend corporations like amazon. not cool.)

1. patches!! you don't need to buy them. DIY patches are not ugly or boring. in fact, they are encouraged here!! DIY, in my opinion, is always the best thing to do when it is an option and is safe to do so.

2. speaking of DIY, spikes!! you can make them!!

cut the top and bottom off of an empty can. cut down the middle of the cylinder and flatten it, so it's just a flat rectangle of metal.

cut out a shape that is kind of a third of a circle, but around 3/4 of the curved edge is taken up by triangle shapes. (I'm not very good at describing, so here's a badly drawn picture)

roll it into a cone, leaving the 4 triangles sticking out at the bottom. this bit is optional, but you can fill it with hot glue to make it more sturdy, just be careful touching the hot metal. I tend to hold the cone by one of the triangles with a bit of fabric wrapped around my fingers for this bit. cut 4 small holes in your fabric in this kind of shape:

and put the spiky bits of triangle through the holes. fold the triangles in on themselves to secure the spike in place. boom. spike obtained. this is one I made and attached to a little piece of fabric to test this method out:

3. battle vests!! (like the base jackets). the best places to buy these are charity shops and second hand websites in my opinion, but if anyone else knows any better options, please reblog with those!!

a good trick I find works well on eBay is to filter search results to your country (or state? can you do that in the US? idk) so that a: fast delivery because local, and b: all the sellers of everything that shows up are in YOUR TIME ZONE.

why is this important? when people sell something for really cheap, it goes FAST. check eBay at like, 2am or something. all the scalpers in your area are asleep. grab the cheap stuff while they can't.

4. sewing!! want patches, but can't sew for whatever reason? I've heard of a lot of people with joint conditions like arthritis complain about the inaccessibility of patch stuff, and that does sound extremely annoying, however:

safety pins!! while they are still a little fiddly, they're much less work so you don't have to fiddle about for long. if you can, you could even ask a friend to help, since it doesn't take long at all I'm sure someone will be willing to help out!! (I know I would, but that's just me, and I love this kind of thing). safety pins on clothes are also widely considered to be a symbol of solidarity, so if anything, you're adding some extra love and meaning to your patch pants/battle jacket.

if that's still too fiddly, fabric glue is always an option. unfortunately this means you won't be able to remove/reposition patches, at least without leaving a massive patch of residue, but if you're ok with that then fabric glue is probably your best bet.

for people who prefer sewing: as for where to get the thread, I've heard a lot of people recommending dental floss, as it's apparently much cheaper and works just as well. I haven't tried this myself so can't confirm that, but I thought I'd share it regardless.

5. where to get fabric!! old clothes. rip em up. you don't need any kind of fancy fabric from the craft store. my patches are made of old jeans that I grew out of.

don't have any old clothes and you don't want to waste any good ones? I'm not sure about other countries, but in the UK, as long as you're not on private property (trespassing), dumpster diving is perfectly legal.

I definitely ;) do NOT encourage ;) trespassing rich people's land ;) to steal from their dumpsters ;)

or tbh it doesn't matter too much how rich the person is, since it's all going to landfill anyway. if it's in the bin, it's free game, but you didn't hear that from me. ;)

please add onto this where you can!! and if I missed something or got anything wrong, add that on too!!

[anndywood]

Mastering Vehicle Alignment: A Comprehensive Guide for 5th Generation DIY Kits from QuickTrick

The all-new, revolutionary 5th Generation DIY Kits from QuickTrick enable you to seamlessly check thrust angle, toe, camber, and caster on any hard surface. This all-in-one DIY kit offers much-needed accuracy without breaking the bank. It means you do not have to spend thousands of dollars for your car alignment. 

Additionally, we have designed this DIY wheel alignment kit to effortlessly integrate with your existing 4th Gen kits, leading to both cost savings and convenience. The best part is all components in this kit are interchangeable. To sum it up, affordability and accuracy go hand in hand with QuickTrick’s 5th Generation DIY kits. 

So, let us try to understand why the 5th Gen DIY kits of QuickTrick are making a great impact in the world of vehicle alignment in this guide. 

Comparing 5th Gen with 4th Gen DIY Kits

QuickTrick’s 5th Gen DIY kits provide several advanced features that distinguish them from their 4th Gen counterparts. Let us now look at the most distinguished enhancements in this DIY kit:

Individual Toe Measurement:

The 5th Gen DIY kit makes it possible to check the toe of each tire individually. Now, this is a remarkable advancement compared to the total toe measurement of the 4th Gen., You can be also assured of the highest accuracy standard and optimal alignment of each tire. 

2. Checking Thrust Angle

Our 5th Gen Kits offer other benefits as well. They can check the vehicle’s thrust angle, which is a crucial parameter to ensure that it moves in a straight line. This new feature enables you to square the vehicle effortlessly, enhancing overall stability and driving safety. 

3. Enhanced Functionality

Another key difference is the redesigned toe bar and the full 4-wheel system available in the 5th Gen kit. The attachment pins in a 5th Gen DIY kit are strategically spaced to enable a firmer grip on the rim or within the bead. The innovative advancement streamlines the alignment procedure and removes the requirement for time-consuming toe calculations.

4. Smooth Square-Up

The 5th Gen kit not only refines toe measurements but also makes the procedure of identifying any thrust angle issues simpler. The beauty of this new capability is that you need not set up a separate string system. That’s because everything is integrated into the DIY kit, ensuring the vehicle alignment process is smoother and more efficient than ever. 

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NEW 5th Gen QuickTrick QuickString – 4-Wheel Alignment

The revolutionary 5th Gen Quicktrick QuickString will blow you away. This advanced 4-wheel alignment system eliminates the hassle of complicated alignment processes and provides an efficient and seamless process. The alignment process will be like no other as our sophisticated kit allows you to adjust the alignment angles of your vehicle for safety and optimal performance of your vehicle. 

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Final Words

To conclude, QuickTrick’s 5th-Gen DIY kits are disrupting the world of vehicle alignment. These kits bring convenience, affordability, and accuracy to the car alignment process and empower vehicle owners to be in complete control of their alignment requirements. 

Irrespective of whether you are aligning your vehicle for daily driving or all set for your next off-road adventure, these innovative solutions from QuickTrick ensure that your alignment is always precise. Today, QuickTrick has become synonymous with any quality alignment tool and alignment machine for a safe driving experience. 

For more info- https://quicktrickalignment.com/product-category/5thgen/

[staysafedontdie]

Jason: Do the pin-ny thing???

Apparently you can pin posts on Tumblr now???

About me:

Name: Jason Age: 31 What the fuck am I:

A Leo.

Trans dude

Bisexual (Former pan; hated the jokes, miss the flag)

4th generation Pretty-White Canadian. Like really, really Canadian.

Alternative acceptable answer would be "an embarrassment"

Favorite Color: Blood red and Cerulean Blue together OR if i have to choose one and can't make up my mind then a rich, bold, Reddish-Orange that looks like Safety Orange, International Orange, and Kenny McCormick had a color baby together.

What to expect:

From me:

Fanfics/Fanart

Me yelling into the void

Me screaming in the tags

Pictures of my mini museum and any new specimens I get for it (rocks, gems, fossils, bones, meteorite pieces, insect taxidermy, maybe other weird shit)

Merch pics, maybe

Book recs, probably

Shippy stuff

Idk gays, probably

In general:

Whatever I think is cool/looks cool/is interesting

South Park (I like Kenny, Cartman, and Butters the most, so expect a lot of them.)

Other fandoms (Chainsaw Man, My Hero Academia, Deadpool, The Expanse, Demon Slayer, The Crows half of Grishaverse, Xiran Jay Xhao's Iron Widow-verse.)

Nostalgia fandoms (Maybe some Undertale, Pokemon, FFX, lil Homestuck if I'm feeling spicy)

General cool stuff

Photography

Crows and snakes (i got to touch a python at a pride event and cried legitimate tears i love snakes and corvids so much!!)

People Who Have No Business Being That Attractive, Dear Lord

Socially progressive stuff ("why can't we be friends" by Smashmouth plays aggressively in the distance)

Cool science/space

For you:

Go ahead and message me/send me asks if you want?

Join my (aged 17+) South Park Discord that's aiming to recreate the energy of the official South Park Discord's Discussion Channel but everywhere. And you can RP, theorycraft, talk ships, post fanart and fanfics and shit, idk. It's a tiny server, but a vibe.

[k-reblog]

omgggg.....

Nana is sooo truuueeee!!!!!

CCS AU.....please Coco.... I had one with Riddle....because his outfit......and the clow card ost fits him....with the firey Clow card~ Now it's just Mama Shroud....being a prodigy summoner, former idol with auntie Tomo-chan....ask Idia and Ortho...magical girl otaku fashion

MAKE HIM MAD WITH THOSE PAST OUTFIT PHOTOS- CREWEL "I now look and dress much better than my teenage self" ... Crewel my love... love your style... but you look like a rug... A VERY NICE one and your suit is cute-

Crewel: YOU DRESSED UP FOR A FUNERAL AND NOW YOU ARE THE SAME NANCY FROM THE CRAFT, COCO- Witchcore TSK-! Stay!

Definitely let's get him mad.... oh oh oh!!!! SUFFER FROM CRINGE!!!

*him ready to burn fire spell the photo*

Lol xD Coco witchcore love it!!

Cass: Come on really! Look at you!! Crewel: What big mouth you have, where did you got that? Cass (all sparkly): It's a secret!! *proud* Actually... you were kind of cute!! Crewel:................... STAY!! *tsundere embarassed* I DON'T WANT TO HEAR CUTE!!! SAY MASTER YOU WERE COOL, STYLISH GREAT!! Cass: CAN'T BE HELP DON'T YELL! Cute is cute! You are cute! Crewel:... Am I cute? Cass: I mean you were!!!!..... YOU AREN'T CUTE!!! Sam is cute, Coco is cute!! YOU ARE NOOOOOT!!!! NOT CUTE AT ALL!!!!! Crewel: I am CUTE! *proud about to headpat* Cass: YOU ARE NOOOOOT *tsundere despair* DON'T touch me!! Sam: Little imp, do you also find me cute!? *cute face turning to Coco* Coco: *throwing tarot card* *eyes saying don't ask*

Ok...headcanon about the bicolor british man!!

As student....

That baby punk thinking he is special (HE IS)

He's a prodigee, a genius, he says "It's hard for my mom to raise a genius!" when talking with Trein.

Has anger issues, and identity issues due to his fairy and family history's lineage (Cruella duality).

His fangs and icy lilac smokey blue eyed are what remain of his blood fairy! Same for the white hair.

Actually he was rather "short" when he entered NRC (around 159 to 161 cm) but grow up like a bean sprout during his 3rd year~

Talk about his mother's maiden name and you'll be topped by a feral Crewel opening wide your mouth to make you drink poison or swallow safety pins! Noone brings out his family!

He's the FAVORITE nephew of his auntie (actually his aunt Cruella De Vil said this to all her nephews).

He's the 4th to be born among 7, making him the middle child....we know...about middle child...

He's knitting, and knits "crewel" (yes his name is a embroidery), it's so thin people thinks he's crazy knitting nothing in the air.

He takes care of mandrakes, and botanical garden like a grandpa.

All his NRC outfits are custom handmade. Crowley actually not minding it even asking some advice about his own style and outfits till now.

Sees Trein as some sort of rival, causing chaos among other teachers (making the current alchemy teacher almost quits since his student is a genius). Trein all time saves "his ungrateful butt" during teachers meeting, making Crewel more fond of him but also "hating" him more...tsundere.

He doesn't allow his mother to come to NRC as she's too kind and pretty to be seen by mutts. She still comes and becomes an icon among NRC students~ Tsundere boy dealing with candid angelic mother~

He started the chess play and having a duality with Trein, when he saw him mourning his dead wife, he really tried his best to cheer him up.

Loves annoying Lucius (one of his little brother has the same name), and Lucius likes playing with him back and scratch his handsome face. They end up sleeping together most of the time.

He spyes... yes he does, and knows gossip not like Cater or Rook, but more like a little devil knowing everyone secret!

He got fooled around a lot by the hanging portrait of Rosalie, but kept coming back at her for tea (spill the tea).

His dormhead was so old school, Divus didn't like the Pomefiore's uniform and tried to change it. No, no, no it's the Fairest Queen official dress. No bow-> Wears a bow. No red-> dye his hair red

The Pomefiore current uniform is all thanks to Divus's rebellion.

That boy wasn't living the best healthy life.... he had strange taste...was seen drinking INK (if you got the ref congrates!!). And tested his potions on himself (his hands are a mess, he wears gloves to hide it).

He still is not living an healthy life...he's not Vil... All matters to Crewel is fashion and enjoying life, making statement!

He knew Sam's grandpa but he was nothing alike his grandson! Sam really got everything IN STOCK NOW!

Remember "bean's day".... That boy.... created the farmer and monster outfits and the fighting system, to add spice he said! Trein was horrified but Crowley enjoyed it a lot even wondering if they should ask RSA participation!

Not the best at magift but super good at flying with a broom!

No car was allowed on campus and he had to import his "Vespa" with him!

He didn't have many friends during his scholarship, as it was hard understanding him. His friends remains his minion, Anita Darling, Roger... and of course Artie.

VDC was once held at RSA, of course he attended it and created the most "rebel fashion punk" show giving NRC such a baaaaad reputation! And letting his hair half white permanent! -> Same as the 2021 live action

He tagged bombspray every NRC wall with neon organic plancton paint (yes he is very eco-responsible) with his name and rebellious doodle! Leaving wrinkle on Trein's face.

He was Pomefiore's dormhead for one day, only because he wanted to make a statement. So new outfits were ordored (the one he only wanted to wear and design) and he dropped his position right after, making Crowley depressed with all papers made for nothing.

He met Trein and his daughters during groceries (so awkward moment) and they kept fantasize to their father about how he looks great, cool and handsome. Making papa Trein no bad boy in this house. Crewel would nagging him as being his future son in law!

Yes ....as a rebelious british punk, he was part of Music club, since there wasn't any sewing or fashion club and creating one was boring.

Outrageous outfits, piercings and fake tattoo with heavy makeup, he sure knows how to dress! Playing bass, but also being the main vocal with his minion. He dropped it after his voice got matured....puberty darling!!!

Doomed in love... Poor little one kept having his heart crushed by unmutual love (please take care of yourself huuuh)/ A curse among their family since Devil can't love...

His familiar pet Ruby is a puppy dalmatian who never aged, he made the iconic red collar for her... But being too big he uses it later to custom his magical stone holder.

Has natural curls, but he is a bit shy about it as they're wild...

When angry his hair stroked up and curls like thunder!-> Like that

Loves animals, even if he keeps saying how beautiful fur coat they would make... Animal linguistic is also something he excels at (what did we expect he is twisted from Cruella De Vil). He is also seen talking to magical being.

Some of his brothers also went to NRC~

Crowley told him about an alchemy teacher employee in the future for him, but he laughed and said "I'll never coming back to this misery! Also darling!! Red isn't your color!" (what big mouth he had...look who gets back where he belongs)

He often visits his family at Queendom of Roses like every month, knows the Royal Family and helps his auntie in the fashion industry.

He never speaks about his father, only saying he (his father) is lucky to have his angelic wife (twst from Catherine/Cruella live action adopted mother)

And I think I'll close this mouth of mine................hmmmmmmm

...punk did you say punk...*look at the sky*

Teen!Crewel and his fans.....*inhale exhale*

...Nana AU or Paradise Kiss AU is no good...(soooo goooood) HELP

MAKE HIM MAD WITH THOSE PAST OUTFIT PHOTOS- CREWEL "I now look and dress much better than my teenage self" ... Crewel my love... love your style... but you look like a rug... A VERY NICE one and your suit is cute-

Shall we.....pfff the rug part killed me!!

NOW REPEND EVIL EVIIIIL DE VIIIIL!!!!

Awghrrrr I talked and wrote so much (yet not enough) about him!!

*throwing salt at him*

COVER YOURSELF!! *salt salt salt*

*runaway*

Me trying to get away with me....Champagne is the answer when the question is ...Crewel?

..... deluluuuuuuu Trein-sensei!!!!!!

HI COCO SORRY RANDOM THOUGHTS HOPE YOU DON’Y MIND-

This is probably not canon, but does that stop me from imagining it? Nope, unfortunately, so you’ll have to hear me out-

Crewel was a Night Raven College Student, but what if he was a rockstar back then. Like ok he has the hair for it. Bro joined the pop music club and immediately converted all the members to rock. Just him in a black skintight sweatshirt, chains dangling away on his chest… maybe a fur coat tied around his waist, fingers literally working that electric guitar like a banshee going insane….

Crewel: [ goes on stage ]

Well, as you all know, the teachers try to control what songs we play. This one is dedicated to you teachers, it's called:

" Suck my d*ck "

anxiously waiting for someone to talk about MUSIC BECAUSE MY BRAIN SAYS RRRROOOOOCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!! Thanks Ceru! I have MILLIONS OF MUSIC HEADCANONS IN MY HEAD and had this sketch for some time ago... @k-looking-glass-house Can help us with this... British Rebel. MANY music bands are going to be named here!

Headcanons canons in our head:

+ Pomefiore student. Elegant, beautiful and with serious authority problems- At 16 his cosmic rebellion began, no one could stop him. He take over the light music club, but LIGHT?? HARD ROCK! BABY!! + Smoked at 17, don't follow his bad example bad for you. + Sanctioned in school millions of times. Trein's mortal enemy since he was young. + Started bleaching his hair around this time. + Music became the 2nd expression form. Fashion is first. + He plays the guitar INCREDIBLY WELL.

YEP! Young Crewel's playlist... what style did he play? HARD ROCK! There is also some Punk Rock and Heavy Metal (all 70s and 80s) too A little rebel with fine music taste. Youtube links just in case.

Mötley Crüe - Kickstart My Heart.

Iron Maiden - Number of the Beast.

Judas Priest - Turbo Lover.

Billy Idol - Rebel Yell (bro thinks he IS Billy Idol).

Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the Uk.

+ Currently he says "STAY! It was just a teenage stage!" But he listen W.a.s.p and WhiteSnake. + Crewel secretly entered the current Light Music Club and took the guitar. He started playing "W.a.s.p - Wild Child" and "Generation X - Dancing with Myself". + " Puppies! Do you know The Clash or Sex Pistols? (Lilia yes) You play another style of music? … what the heck are they playing here now? ". + "....are you listening to Black Sabbath - Heaven and Hell, Sam?" "Sam: *blinks* ..........yeah?" + Sam has another style of music, but Crewel finds it strange how he goes from Bauhaus to Megadeth to Pink Floyd in a second and... BARBIE GIRL???

+ " Vargas is listening Al Corney - Square rooms?". (Vargas is a romantic. Romantic ballads and Europop.) Not enough noise for Crewel.