#doesn't mean the world can't be kind too sometimes yknow

[noa-de-cajou]

CW for mention of war crimes and fantasy fascism

I don't wanna be here. It hasn’t even started yet and I already want out. Unfortunately, I’d rather be in this small room that reeks of sweat than at home. It may stink but it also smells like fresh paint. They must have rebuilt the place recently.

I’m still not comfortable. Looks like I'm one of the youngest here, too. This place is filled with people chatting. I don’t want to join them, so I stay in my corner. I want the damn instructors to stop being late so I can just get this over with.

“You're new here, aren’t you?”

Ugh. I thought people would get the message if I just gave them my worst glare, but apparently the old naelikorn man sitting next to me didn’t. Of course it’s always the men.

“Yeah. I mean, I have nothing better to do.”

He smiles. Just gives him more wrinkles. Waste of muscles too.

“Nothing better to do than fight? That sounds quite sad, miss.”

“Mind your damn business,” I bite back.

I’m tired of being polite. If I'm gonna spend the two hours here, I'd rather spend them alone. At least he doesn’t open his mouth again.

“Hello there, everybody!”

I extend my neck a little, to see a dwarven woman energetically strut to a stepstool in the center of the room. Her black hair and beard are both carefully braided, and her grey eyes glint as they oversee the crowd in front of her. A tall, lean elf follows her, pointy ears poking through his dreadlocks, a placid look on his scarred face. Both are wearing sweatpants and tank tops showing off their muscles. Both ripped in different ways. I pinch mechanically the soft skin on my bony forearm.

“Well well, would you look at that, looks like we’re getting some success! I recognize some people from last week’s class..”

Her eyes fall upon me. She smiles wider. I want to disappear into myself.

“And some new friends joined us too! Amazing. Welcome to your first self-defense class.”

Yeah. Right. Hopefully it'll be the last. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for Anghao and his insistance. At least it means he’s gonna be off my case for as long as I'm here.

“I’m Chaldéné Faceran, and this is my husband Haldir. We’ll be your instructors for today, and hopefully the following weeks.”

… Husband? A dwarf married to an elf? Can’t say I saw that one before, but well. It’s whatever, I guess.

“Okay ! Now I'd like everybody on the floor mats, please. If your shoes are too dirty, please take them off.”

I take off mine but keep my socks on. Try to pull them as high as I can.

“New friends, please try to pair up with someone that's already been to one of those classes! Raise your hand if that’s the case, so the newbies can find you!”

Well isn’t that just great. I go towards the closest girl with her hand raised, a human with short hair. She smiles politely.

“Hi there, I’m Liz. And you are…?”

“Nobody important,” I reply dryly. “Let’s just get on with it.”

She looks a little thrown off guard, shifts awkwardly.

“Uh… Okay.”

What? I’m here to get some hits in, not to make friends. Pretty sure she's the kind of chick who would have called me names in middle school. They all pretend to be nice at first.

Chaldéné claps her hands once everyone is paired up. Her energy is ticking me off. What even is there to be so cheerful about.

“Alright. Let’s start with some basics and warmups. Newbies, let's say someone grabbed you by the arm to drag you somewhere you don't wanna be dragged.”

As if on cue, everyone in the room grabs their partner’s wrist. Liz does the same to me, with one hand. I try not to flinch, but she grimaces.

“Sorry, did that hurt? It’s just for practice. I won't harm you.”

“I’m not made of sugar, thanks.”

She looks a little annoyed, but keeps her mouth shut. Good. Chaldéné and Haldir walk around to see if everyone’s in position.

“You can try to break free now! Let’s see how you fare.”

I try to pull away. Liz doesn't budge. She doesn't look much, but her grip is strong.

It’s always too strong.

I pull harder. Still not letting go.

There's only one thing left to do if you can't escape.

So I swing my fist at her face.

She blinks, blocks it with her palm at the last second, eyes wide. Tsk.

“Are you crazy?!”

She’s surprised. I have the advantage. So I lunge at her with my free hand on her shoulder and we fall on the mattress, her under me as I go for another hit. Even though I don’t feel her grip on my arm anymore. She parries every single one, but there’s fear in her eyes.

“Hey! Hey, stop! Stop!”

Stop? Stop?

You think saying stop will do? They won't listen to you when it happens. Life isn’t a fucking self-defense class. It doesn't work like that.

So I go for it again. And again. And again. None of my punches can land on her face.

“I said stop, godsdammit!”

You think they’ll stop if you beg?

You think they stopped when I begged them?

“Alright, that's enough,” someone says in the distance.

When is it enough? When will enough ever be enough? They don’t give a shit.

“I said, enough.”

A hand lands on my shoulder, I'm flipped over, my back hits the ground, my breath is knocked out of my lungs. I barely had the time to blink. Chaldéné is crouching next to me, firmly pinning me to the floor mat.

The room is dead silent. I can only see the ceiling but I feel their stares on me.

“Done with your little stunt, missy?”

… Don't fucking speak to me like that.

“Isn’t this a self-defense class?” I groan after finally catching my breath. “I’m just defending myself.”

The dwarf shakes her head.

“Liz, sweetheart, partner up with someone else, will you? Me and Haldir will personally take care of this little one.”

There it is again. Always the problematic one everywhere I fucking go, huh? I’m in for a lecture from Anghao after this.

Liz gets up and glares at me before going to the other side of the room. Chaldéné pulls me up on my feet despite being two heads smaller than me, and drags me to a less crowded corner, her husband silently trailing behind her. Then she lets go of me, crosses her arm, and looks up.

“Okay. Do you realize what you did wrong here?”

I roll my eyes. Great. I'm already getting that lecture I was talking about.

“Just spare your saliva and kick me out of here already.”

“Oh, I'm definitely not kicking you out after this, girl. At least not until you answer my question properly.”

Okay, she's starting to really piss me off with that self-righteous tone.

“I just defended myself. And it worked, no? She let go.”

“Yes, because this is just practice. I know your kind, young lady. You think this is all useless because in real life, no one waits until you get the gesture right. That’s the whole point. Teaching you the right reflexes in a safe place so you can use them later.”

I scoff.

“Yeah, well I broke free, didn’t I? I don't need your teachings.”

“You broke free because you took her by surprise, and she was smaller. But since you’re so intent on real life, know that if this wasn't practice, you'd already be fucked.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you land a single blow?”

…

“No,” I mutter.

“Thought so. As soon as you started trying to punch her, it wasn’t self-defense anymore.”

She shoots me a severe look.

“This ain’t a school playground, darling.”

“I know.”

“No, you don't. How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

She bursts into laughter. An amused smile appears on her husband's face.

“And I'm the empress of Shabbathai-Qianfu. How old are you, really?”

“... Fourteen.”

“That’s better. Okay, then, kid. Let’s start from scratch. If you take the exercise seriously, I'll teach you how to throw a punch. Deal?”

Guess I can't sass my way out of this one. This really isn’t my day.

“Sure. Deal.”

“Great. Now get your scrawny ass over here.”

I reluctantly oblige, and Haldir gets in front of me.

“I’m going to grab your arm now,” he says, softly.

And he does, and I fucking flinch again, but he doesn't say anything. Chaldéné comes to stand next to us.

“Okay. What's your first reflex in this situation?”

I shrug, then try to pull away. Unsuccessful, again, and Haldir’s grip is much stronger than Liz’. Chaldéné laughs. Haha. Very funny.

“It’s normal. You're going to try and put some distance between you and the assailant, but they'll expect you to do that, so they’ll oppose their weight to yours and you’ll be back to the start.”

She gets closer, lays a palm on Haldir’s hand.

“What do you think is the weakness here? In his hand?”

I hesitate, look at his fingers for a while.

“Huh… I’d say the thumb? Maybe?”

“Bingo. Here, he's grabbing the inner side of your wrist, so try to flex your forearm, rotate your wrist in towards his thumb, rotate out, and then get away.”

… Okay. Arm flex, rotate in towards the thumb and then out–

And his grip loosens and I can take a few steps back. Chaldéné grins happily.

“Well? That wasn't so hard, was it?”

“... And then? What do I do after pulling away?”

“You run, obviously.”

I blink. Several times.

“I run? No hitting back? No neutralisation techniques?”

Her smile fades and she sighs deeply, like I've just said the stupidest thing in the history of ever.

“You still don't get it, do you? I don’t teach people how to fight, girl. Anyone can be a fighter. I teach people to save themselves.”

She points to the old naelikorn, who seems to be congratulating a young half-elf boy.

“See Khaern over here? What did you think of him earlier?”

I shrug.

“Creepy and nosy old geezer. Why?”

“Well that creepy nosy old geezer saw his grandkids be dragged away, and had to watch his daughter’s antlers get broken by policemen while another held him down. Then he was left for dead.”

My throat suddenly tightens on itself. Chaldéné’s finger goes to a group of three small, giggly girls with long pointy ears.

“Pescennia, Junia and Almathea. They were barely your age when their wings were ripped off. Each from different fairy families, and each the sole survivors. They even didn't know each other before the war, and now they come here together every week.”

An orc man, probably in his fifties, face sallow, eyes tired.

“Yambul. His siblings and kids all died during the war and he didn’t go because of an injury. His wife sent him to me because he'd started doing hard drugs.”

Then Liz, wiping the sweat off the back of her neck.

“Alizée. She lives with her depressed younger sister who some bastard got pregnant at the liberation. She intends to teach some stuff she learns here to her nephew later, since he ain't going to have an easy life.”

She lowers her hand, turns back to me.

“Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? There's thousands of people in this country with the same old stories. But you know what all the people in this room really have in common? What they all said to me or Haldir at some point?”

I shake my head. My mouth feels like it’s coated in coal and metal. My cheeks are burning.

“Well, then I'll teach you how to punch correctly so you can understand. But remember, kid, no matter how unique your sob story is, your pain isn’t.”

She doesn’t give me time to reply, instead she drags out a punching bag and some bandages that she wraps around my hands.

“Okay. Now try to punch it.”

I do. It hurts, and I almost get the bag right back in my face. This time, Chaldéné doesn’t laugh.

“You got the strenght, but your stance is wrong. Bend your knees for balance.”

She goes up to my knees and move them while talking. I just follow her lead at this point.

“Raise your fists to protect your face and vitals. A little higher… Exactly like that. Now you step into the punch with the fist opposed to your supporting leg. Like this.”

She goes into the exact stance she just described and punches the air with such strenght that I'm suddenly very happy I’m not her opponent.

“Now you try.”

Okay. Can't be that hard. I lift my arms. Then I put down my left foot and my right fist meets the bag. It feels… better than the first time.

“Not bad! Now do it again but turn your fist so you don't hurt yourself. And go straight for it. No swinging your arm around.”

So I hit again. It’s better.

“Good. Again.”

I hit. It lands. With a very satisfying thump.

“Again.”

I hit. My arm hurts.

“Again.”

I hit. And I hit again. And again, and again, and again, until my whole body’s sweaty and burning and my lungs beg me to stop so I can suck in more air. Chaldéné looks at me with a smile.

“So, how do you feel?”

“Good,” I croak before wiping the sweat off my forehead with my bandaged hand. “And kinda pissed.”

“Why?”

“If only I had known this sooner…”

My voice dies in my throat.

Oh.

Chaldéné gives me a joyless smile.

“You get it now?”

Haldir looks at the other people in the room, his eyes far away.

“If only I had known this sooner...”

Maybe I could have gotten up and protected my daughter.

Maybe we could have stopped them from ripping our dignity off our backs or landed a hit before them.

Maybe I could have done something else than sitting down and wait for more tragic news to come my way.

Maybe I wouldn’t have been paralyzed by fear and my sister wouldn’t be in this state, unable to even look at her son.

If only I had known this sooner.

If only I had known this sooner…

Maybe I wouldn’t have those hideous marks around my ankles.

Maybe I could have done something to bring him along and hide somewhere safe. Instead of waiting for strangers to tell me if my best friend was alive or not.

Maybe I could have done something.

Anything.

If only.

If only…

A hand slowly pats my back.

“It’s so awful to convince yourself that you’re alone in your own pain when you could share that burden with others.”

Chaldéné helps me sit down on the floor mats. Then wraps an arm around my shoulders. And I know she can see my ankles.

“Especially so young. You poor thing.”

That’s all it takes. I can't stop the tears from running down my cheeks. Or the sobs to wreck my throat. Pathetic, pitiful idiot.

“There, there. It’s okay, kid.”

“I-I don't know if… I can still… save myself.”

“You can try. We certainly won’t do it for you, but you don't have to be alone in this, darling.”

Haldir sits down to my other side. Still not looking at me. In a way, it's comforting.

“Will you come back next week?”

I look around at the others. Really look. For the first time. And I see Khaern play pretend fighting with Junia as Pescennia and Almathea cheer them on, Yambul offering his water bottle to Liz, a felicis teen asking advice from a middle aged elf, and so many more.

“... Yeah. Maybe. Don't get your hopes up.”

Chaldéné laughs again. Pats me on the back.

“We won't. Want to go back at it?”

Yeah. Sounds like a plan.

I’d like to practice those punches some more. Y’know, for the next time I see Toshiki.

Can't I make him think I was dilly-dallying this whole time.

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

yknow we do a lot of like stevie realising she's transfem bc of a dare or like robin telling her about queer stuff and having a 'you can do that?' moment, but now im thinking of stevie who figures it out entirely on her own and doesn't know how to tell anyone. like she doesn't fully have the words and even with robin it's like. one thing to be gay but gender stuff is a whole other level and she has no idea where she stands on that

but like, stevie who used to play with his mothers makeup as a child, whose parents would laugh at his antics until he got too old to be so childish, time to act like a Real Boy. and every time he's supposed to act like One Of The Boys he thinks of how it felt when his mom would do his hair for him and comment on how alike they looked, and how much better that felt, and he knows that isn't normal, and he has to be normal

but after the upside down that really seems to matter less. nothings fucking normal anymore, why should steve be? so she starts branching out a little. breaks into her mothers closet again, tries on all the clothes she left behind when she went on her latest trip. slowly amasses a decent collection of makeup by going to several different stores over the course of months with the excuse of 'oh my mom/girlfriend sent me to pick up x'. she doesn't do the Whole Deal often, in case nancy comes over or later in case the kids suddenly ask her to drive them somewhere. doesn't do anything that can't be removed in like three seconds. and she's definitely never telling anyone about this. she doesn't know anyone who would understand.

after starcourt, she wonders about telling robin sometimes. like sure, stevie doesn't like men but she's still like. some kind of queer. robins the only other queer person she knows (and yeah, robin turning her down bc she was only into girls did sort of hurt, but it wasn't robins fault bc she didn't know, and also it turned out stevie just didn't understand what actual friendship felt like so it was for the best anyway), so if she can't tell robin who can she tell?

but something always stops her. robins technically never done anything that makes stevie think she'd be mean about it, but there's something like imposter syndrome keeping her mouth closed. like she's not the right kind of queer. like robins being queer the good and honest way and stevies just being some kind of freak. and yeah, she knows it's dumb to think like that and robin would call her a dingus if she said it out loud, but it sits pretty heavy in her heart

so it's not until after vecna, when stevies on the eddie shift in the hospital and eddie says, while high on possibly every drug in the world, 'man i spent all that time trying to grow my tits and bats ate an entire boob in under five minutes' and stevie goes ??? what???? and eddie, still too high to self-censor, makes some comment like yeah they weren't huge but that black market estrogen i got was finally working its magic, definitely had like an a-cup. rest in peace. and stevies like why were you growing boobs?? 'bc girls are supposed to have boobs, man, keep up'

and eddie passes out again like five seconds later, but stevie just sits there watching her snore with her heart about to beat out of her chest because. holy shit. she's not the only one. eddie might understand, might be able to help her, if she was able to grow her own boobs. stevie would love to grow her own boobs. she'd stuffed some socks down a bra once and they looked lumpy as hell but even just the suggestion of a bust had almost brought her to tears.

and suddenly, looking at the sleeping form of the first person stevie has ever met that she's ever had this so intrinsic thing in common with, everything doesn't seem so scary

[unohanadaydreams]

What’s your opinion on Mayuri and his relationships? Do you think he’s a little tsundere in a way? Or do you think Nemu is his only friend? I think he has soft spots but I think he feels emotions like embarrassment and hurt. I mean I’m sure he feels irritation towards Kenpachi, but if he really hated him wouldn’t he just walk away? I feel like he’s a little lonely, even if he likes being alone. Maybe it’s just normal for him

Oh, he definitely feels emotions. In my opinion, he does suppress quite a few of his emotions. Like those he feels are beneath him or that he expected would never take root (like love for Nemu or adoration for Urahara).

He treats the people in his life that we, the audience, understand him to hold as special as though they are, at best, annoyances and, at worst, mindless fuck ups.

And with Mayuri, it really seems as though he loves the idea of these people more than the actual people themselves. Nemu is so steeped in his life's dream that you can see why he so easily put her close to his heart. But he doesn't respect her as a person and even the idea of his treatment being 'tough love' falls flat when you consider that as soon as he makes peace with the fact that he "fucked up" by loving Nemu, he treats the following Nemuri with a more distant, passive hand.

With Urahara too, it seems like he loves the idea of a mentor more than the actual mentor himself. He admires what the man left him more than the actual man himself & he reduces those feelings down to rivalry and annoyance.

Like, do I think Mayuri in his own way DOES have feelings of affection for Nemuri and Urahara and others? Sure, but he doesn't allow himself portray that in ways that most do. A lot of his 'soft' moments are kind of passive aggressive, rude, or scolding, even.

In fact, he most often portrays genuine fondness for those he wants to study or kill (sometimes it's tongue-in-cheek like 'wooow sooo impressive' but yknow), which is just amazing. He shows more outward affection and unmasked interest for Orihime than his daughter.

Obviously he doesn't do a stellar job, TO US, at hiding that he has love for others in his life, but he is dictated by what he wants to be rather than who he is. And at some point he just becomes what he aims to be, yknow? He refuses to be just some guy.

He wants to be Mayuri Kurotsuchi the best scientist, the best leader of R&D, the best captain of the 12th to ever exist in the Gotei 13. And he perceives that someone like that can't fall into the emotions that he suppresses.

Maybe this comes partly from him wanting to surpass those who came before him so badly that he over corrects to avoid inheriting what he perceives as their downfalls?

For instance, Senjumaru dropped everything & her unofficial R&D in general to be in the Royal Guard while Mayuri clings to Nemu and what she stands for in a vice fucking grip.

And Urahara was banished from the Soul Society for putting his fellow shinigami before his position and general place in the world; he chose to save the Vizards at the cost of everything he knew. While Mayuri would fucking never. He only saves his fellow Shinigami when he feels in control of the situation & to emphasize his position as That 12th Division Bitch.

At his core, I think he is lonely and that is partly why he doesn't just deuces out of some of the conversations he has in canon. But its by his own design. He did it to himself. Because that's the path he chose. In TYBW he very clearly chooses the path that will isolate himself even further from others on a vunerable, personal level.

And also, he just likes to bitch and complain. This is the man that called Yamamoto a fail captain to his fucking face; he loves to bitch at people. Absolute equal opportunity for handing out over-explanations on why he's right complete with condescending rhetorical questions.

He definitely feels waaaay more comfortable snarking at someone than he does admitting that he wanted to have a conversation with a body that wasn't lifeless on a table.

[seth-whumps]

WAAUHHHH NEW SETH OCS YIPPEEEEE IM SO EXCITED /vvpos i’ll ask for the more important characters !! miiight have gone overboard with the number of questions you don’t need to answer all

for 1 & 4 (& 9)(& everyone actually i love visuals), general appearance // for everyone you want to do, options 10 and 12 on the ask game + whump roles // and what’s the setting actually how do these people(?) meet why did they end worlds woahhh buddy

Mello are you aware that you're my favorite person HERE WE GO

Appearances for the Gardener, the Rebel and the Creature:

IN SKETCH FORM! because I wanted to that's why :> also name reveal for the gardener: Ollie!

What would devastate them the most, emotionally speaking?

Answering for 1, 3, and 7--under the cut because this got long!

1. Gardener: if her family gave up. She fights for them; she needs their encouragement. If they told her to give up, there would be nothing left of her.

3. Robot: Losing what they've gained. They're on a precariously high cliff that can be taken away within a moment's glance. All they can hope for is that no one takes control of their wires again.

7. Superhero: It already happened. She can't forgive herself. Why else would they be here?

How do they act when sick/injured? Is it obvious or do they hide it well?

Answering for 1, 2, and 6

1. Gardener: She doesn't hide it well as much as she ignores it well. She could be overcome with fever or be stabbed through the leg and she'd still get up in the morning to tend to the greenhouse.

2. Herbalist: Extremely so. If he's wounded, not an inch is visible. If he's ill, he's disappeared. Showing any sort of damage makes him a target. Taking care of him is a hell of a challenge.

6. Guardian: No, but she's resilient. It's hard to make them sit down and rest, but she carries around a fragility--like a stone statue webbed through with cracks. Somehow, the rock hasn't crumbled completely, but it's bound to. Soon.

Whump roles? All of them!

1. Gardener: definitely in the whumpee territory, though she ends up taking care of the Herbalist sometimes. She's not defiant as much as she is resigned and determined--she yells to make points, not as a last resort, and she's horrifically difficult to knock down permanently.

2. Herbalist: Caretaker. Usually. You know me and my addiction to caretaker-turned-whumpee. His role as caretaker is unlikely to last long lmao

3. Robot: They're a bit of a mystery. They have been whumped, and are likely to be in the future, but they might fall more into the carewhumper role in a very specific way--they are extremely no-nonsense, and specifically with the Gardener, they will take care of her, but will likely be mean about it.

4. Rebel: Whumpee. A defiant, bitter, angry, loud one. You can't knock her down. She'll bleed out standing, one way or another.

5. Analyst: veryyyy caretaker. His purpose as a caretaker is like the opposing side to the Robot's. He doesn't approve of Gardener's hope, but he's not mean about it. He's factual, and straightforward, and he's buried every emotion behind that logical facade. He cares, though. Too much.

6. Guardian: Whumpee whumpee whumpee through and through. She's a bit broken, and that's okay. Their role is a match to Gardener's. She's what happens if the Gardener follows through.

7. Superhero: Also whumpee caretaker, cause I'm a sucker for him. He's not particularly visible, but when she is, it's pleading, it's quiet, it's desperate, and it's with both hands to the Gardener's face, because they hate to see another die for nothing.

8. Mechanic: now he's just kind of there. Their closest relationship is with the Robot, and he's a bit of an enigma, but I'd put them in the caretaker role to specifically Robot, though he in general is a comforting presence.

9. Ha! This little guy is a caretaker through and through. Really. ...In its own way, yknow?

10. Navigator: I haven't thought about her much. I'd put her in caretaker, but she's much much more in the background than the others. Though she's pretty broken. Ending your own world does that to you.

LORE DUMP!!!!

It's hard to keep living in a world long dead. She fights, regardless. When her world erupted in endless molten rock a century ago, everyone remaining burrowed underground. There are clusters of survivers beneath the crust of the Earth, and her sector is in charge of the sprawling underground greenhouses, where she spends her hours weeding and growing and getting her hands dirty. She's used to hard work. It doesn't make her flinch.

What makes her falter, though, is a chance to end it. To end the suffering of her family, her mother and brothers and sisters. To cure the nightmares her little students have every night. To protect the remaining innocence of the kids yet to make a surface run, born to die, to build spires above, to pierce the veil so the sun can reach her roots.

It comes in the form of a calm, steady hand, and an offer to end the world permanently. To... put it to sleep. Forever. Somewhere out there, a team of world-enders offer her a deal--she can put her weakened, suffering world to rest, and in exchange, she joins their team.

The only catch?

She has to be the one to end it.

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[krakenshaped]

Tag Duel bios are so funny because they include so much dumbass trivia and a whole section on each character's love life for some reason? Trivia detailed below because it's SO funny.

(From Tag Force 2)

Judai: Apparently not only is Judai really disinterested in girls but no girl has ever hit on him before which is why Judai finds Rei scary ("It will be interesting to see how Jaden reacts to Blair Flannigan, who becomes really infatuated with him. No one like that has been around him before.") It's stated he's happy to eat everything. Not anything. Everything. Judai is an unstoppable gluttonous machine.

Sho: Honestly the funniest entry by far. Someone on this writing team just wants Sho to SUFFER and its lowkey hilarious. This kid exists to be in pain. Apparently he "tends to fall in love very easily. On top of that, he cares quite a lot about looks, making things even more difficult for himself." His favourite food is shrimp but can't stand spicy food. I don't know if this is a direct translation or a dub gag but apparently he changes his glasses on special occasions but nobody ever notices (lol)

Asuka: Asuka's crush on Judai is described as a mystery which is interesting. Apparently Asuka doesn't even know she has a crush on Judai which is so funny, I love you girl. Seeing Rei flirt with Judai apparently puts her in a bad mood. Apparently if she was to look for a partner, it would be someone who can put her mind at ease. ("More than maybe anything else, she needs a partner to give her peace of mind if they really want to support her") The bio makes a point of speculating whether or not she's good at cooking since Judai is Duel Academy's hungriest guy. She likes sweets! And healthy food and dislikes stuff with strong smells.

Manjoume: His bio is so funny. Like. So funny. The first paragraph basically calls him a tsundere (true). Canon use of bad language (whether or not this is cursing or just general Manjoume rudeness - LET HIM SAY FUCK!!!) He's described as being obsessed with Asuka - although not as infatuated as he used to be. Dude does NOT eat his veggies!!! He likes expensive food and hates vegetables!!! He is NOT growing big and strong!!!

Kenzan: Kenzan bio is really just contributing to sweet kid propaganda. I am a Kenzan fan and apologist he is one of my favourite characters. "Hassleberry stands out at Duel Academy due to his very muscular physique. Although he's probably very good in a fight, he's by no means a violent person. In fact, he's usually very kind and generous." YOU BET!!!! KENZAN IS A SWEETHEART!!! KENZAN NO.1 IN THE WORLD!!! He's apparently pretty fashionable, as on top of the bio rehashing that he modified his own uniform, it mentions that he would probably do the same to the Obelisk Blue Uniform. Which is interesting!!! Fun headcanon material! Apparently he has no dislikes but his favourite food is fish (another fishing enjoyer too)

Edo: This bio was the worst victim of dub translations as it reiterates the dub version where his father is kidnapped and not like dead LMAO. Other than that tho? Apparently he doesn't really show interest in romance since he was too busy hunting for revenge but now that it's been settled "Aster finally has time to look for love. It'll be really exciting to see he goes for it or not." According to the bio he's considered good looking in universe. His favourite food is steak and other meats.

Rei: Apparently Manjoume's entire room was just turned into a Red Girl's Dorm. Which is tbh. Hilarious. Not only did he get evicted by a toddler but his entire room that he stole his brother's credit card for was turned into a girls only space lmao. Apparently Rei is actually one of the best at dueling among the entirety of the first years (real I feel like people sleep on Rei's dueling abilities sometimes since she's. Yknow. Like that.) She likes sweet and spicy food.

Johan: Finally. Weirdo Johan propaganda. He's described as someone who's thoughtful but frank and says the craziest weirdest shit sometimes. His whole bio paints him as someone who's very composed but can be reckless or impulsive when he's in the heat of the moment or excited. Incredibly funny how the bio claims "Nobody knows what kind of girl he likes. If the right young lady does come on the scene though, we wonder if the Crystal Beasts will call a family meeting..." (LMAO.) His favourite food is... Bread stuffed with various unusual fillings. You know this guy makes the WORST, WEIRDEST sandwiches known to man.

Jim: interestingly, despite the game referring to Karen as Karen in Jim's dialogue, the bio calls her Shirely. More reasons why changing the name for the damn crocodile was so silly. We do not information about Jim's love life or favourite food in his bio :(

O'Brien: Not much is said about the non-Johan transfer students. Like. Nothing except information you could find the anime. Interestingly enough though, O'Brien likes cola and junk food.

Misawa: One paragraph. Mf gets one paragraph in his bio. Is described as having a good personality but isn't treated well by his peers. (I wonder why.)

Fubuki: "ALL THE WOMEN FLOCK TO HIM WHEN HE APPEARS!!!!" His bio also reiterates his friendship with Ryo and questions what it's like since "They seem like polar opposites"

Momoe and Junko have bios too!!! Although they're mostly described as growing apart a little from Asuka :( Although apparently Momoe hangs out with Judai's clique a lot. Junko on the other hand is influenced mostly by what Momoe does.

If I've missed anything, or somethings been lost in the English translation let me know! I love collecting trivia brbrbbr

[ritoryb]

Hello, I need to let you know that your AU take on Meyneth has been living rent-free in my brain since I first saw that fanart, and I keep tossing around the idea of her carrying/swinging around a person-ish sized version of the Mechonis sword like Guts does with the Dragonslayer

thank you i really like her too <3

HAHAHA yeah i know it's basically impossible or whatever people on reddit say about dragonslayer but like she literally already does that zanza doesn't even do that and with his weird lightsaber. it's kind of strange that that sword isn't really the monado she wields (i think, unless im missing some obscure lore) i think she has something going on where she thinks it's her burden alone or something since it pretty much can only be a geographic feature or some way to defeat the bionis, maybe, and not something the beings inhabiting either titan can wield (and then egil is there i guess but i have an agenda to push. meyneth doesn't seem to approve of his actions that much though). on top of that she only pulls out her actual monado once in the game as a last ditch effort. i think that's very much a dark knight thing

really though i want to write more about it i love her and i love her narrative ghosts. if you ever do think about or make anything for it i will eat it up probably. if i ever actually wrote anything for it i'd probably literally end up copying berserk (the narrative. yknow im not that interested in certain parts of it, so pretty much your average reader) and i can't tell whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. 15-20 years of my life to complete my strange fanfiction (comic form ig). except she's also forced to do sidequests until she loves the world. and then she still dies at the end for the symbolism of the last thread tying this world to the last snapping <3 (gods dying) or maybe she can escape the narrative (escape from me) instead but good luck with that. i mean alvis is still there but that's something else. did i ever make a post here about what i think about the orbital station collapsing. ahem

so anyway i think the mechonis sword being a bridge between the titans is symbolism for what meyneth hoped for which makes it more ironic the game starts with a battle on it.

also thank you sincerely i get scared posting about this game sometimes because it feels like i showed up to a party 12 years late and everyone already knows each other and discussed everything so it means a lot people actually like the things i throw out there even though it's getting progressively farther from canon…

[gwynbleiddyn]

🍓 🍁🙊 🙉💧🌟🌏 for MiMi <3

MIMI...

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

he is a fan of his fruit n veggies

favourite fruit is maybe pomegranate???? or watermelon??? like pomegranate is so tart but slightly sweet and Mio likes sharp, strong flavours but watermelon,,, juicy,,,

honestly Mio will eat any veggie so long as it's been obliterated with garlic and honey which were pretty much staples in any form of cooking back home and i think maybe by definition the fact garlic is a veggie might put that as his favourite bc it makes everything else nice

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

very obviously summer because it has his favourite weather, his favourite occasions (his birthday) and his favourite associations (rebirth and association with his prime deity)

also everything is just so much more colourful. so vivid. the world feels like a more tangible place when you can see every detail that hasn't been washed out by autumnal fading or winter's stillness.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

hmmm i had to think about this one... he's very good at keeping secrets, even ones that are terrifyingly big and potentially life-altering. probably most especially those ones. so he doesn't have too much in the way of things he can't stay quiet about, however...

i think it would have to be something in the vein of defending things considered holy - like, if someone were to decry pelor or sehanine or insinuate that his belief in the gods is meaningless, he wouldn't take it lying down, yknow? he'd almost always retaliate, even to the defense of other gods that aren't his own. and when i say defense it isn't always in the sense of upholding their virtue, but maybe a reminder sometimes that the gods are far more powerful than anything on faelethris - e.g treating Talos like another enemy in their way is stupid, anyone reckoning to pick up a sword or sling a spell and fight a god is going to get reality checked by Mio pretty quickly.

answered 🙉!

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

i think that, lately, Mio has taken to writing letters in his journal to various people. Mostly his family, Onu, Shadiya. Some to Talisman and its individuals.

he's not somebody that's scared of dying and what death means (at the moment, anyway) because he's dealt with so much of it under Sehanine's guidance, but he is deeply afraid of leaving unanswered questions behind - because of the way his dad left him. suddenly, violently, without conclusion.

mio writes as a way of apologising, but also as a way of reassuring himself and his loved ones. he writes what he wishes he could have heard from amun - he writes that he loves them, that he's proud of them, that he sees them for who they are and it doesn't matter, as long as they're happy with the choices they make.

there is a clarity to his life now that Mio didn't have before, which i think has come from a slowly growing acceptance that dying in pursuit of his goals is quite likely -- it feels inevitable, and inevitability invites a certain kind of simplistic resolution. there is only one road to follow, and so all the stress and worry of indecision and choices become irrelevant to mio, leaving behind what's really important to him which is all of the above.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

he feels watched over, i think. at peace. particularly on a night with a bright, full moon. i don't know that he thinks of much on nights like these, because it feels like one of the few times he can fully relax. no thoughts only vibes. he probably just says the first thing that comes to his mind with no filter.

he'll stargaze with anyone, but it's something he feels most comfortable doing with Shadiya. but certainly most of Talisman could convince him to join them, or Onu, or his brothers. the usual crew of people he holds dear.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

there is nothing in this universe that he loves more than the gods, on paper. but he is not ruled by love alone -- in akhenian culture, his soul is an entity separate to his heart, and of these two things it's the heart you can live without.

he has a soulmate. and i think for her, he would.

[sleepyivoryrose]

I forgot completely was I wanted to write. I had a little jumpscare right now. Remind me to never, ever put tags in my posts again. People actually finding this blog scares the living shit outta me.

I mean, I'm doing this sort of for mental health purposes. Having a clear line what you wrote, when you wrote it, and why you wrote it, is much easier (and to be fair, feels less like a chore) than keeping a word document or a bullet journal or smt.

I could post everything privately though, now that I think about it...it's at least worth a consideration.

I guess...it's like screaming into an abyss or something. You like hear yourself echo, but there's always the possibilty that someone might greet back? even though everytime it happens, it scares me...

....

Today I ate too much letter soup. I know, it's for kids. I wanted to do myself a f(l)avor and (s)wallow in nostalgia for a while. Just like with everything though, I put a little bit too much. Same with my plants, I don't let them dry out, most of the time I overwater them. I give too much. Too much of a care, too much of a reaction. Maybe it's not enough though. So people would finally take me seriously. So that my own mom stops gaslighting me and the people who are supposed to help me don't believe a word I say. I guess it comes with the schizofrenic and pacifist territory. People suck sometimes.

But there's also a lot of good in the world. People tell me I should stop with the internet, and maybe they're right. I just had the experience that the nicest, most understanding, most lovable people I met, were on the internet.

Not to say that it's all roses and sunshine. Everytime I open twitter, I get a headache (but my longing for good art is stronger.)

I am fully aware that life isn't a walk in the park. I'm very sensitive though, even though online I seem brashen and temperamental and offline I'm kind of stoic, doesn't mean I'm completely either of those things. I hurt easily, and I have my coping mechanisms to protect myself.

----

I already have enough bad vibes as it is. People are instinctively untrusting of me, and my head feels like a black comedy.

I would love to be a more optimistic and fun person, that's why I go so overboeard with the fangirling sometimes. Also, it's fun!

Offline it just doesn't come naturally to me. My grip on myself there is so strong, that I barely talk or show much emotion. One of my caretakers thought I was autistic, and I would love to check it out, but Germanys medical system is on the border of collapse, so it's hard to find medical care for things that aren't, yknow, fatal.

And it's not like I don't get social cues, I think. On the contrary, I am very observant of the people around me. I just don't react much to it, is all.

So I kind of need a way out of this madness, ykno? And that's where this lovely blog comes in. It gives me a place to vent up my inner thoughts and feelings, even if I can't verbalize them spontaneously.

...

Huh, jolly writing about stuff helped me forget my ear pain. Maybe it's stress induced...? - mumble mumble-

Well, anyways. Right now there is still no honking. On the other hand, the soccer game starts in like, 3 mins.

To end this on a good note, my friend came all happy and excited from a convention. I'm so happy for her. She saw a ton of cosplayers, and bought a lot of stuff. I am really glad she had so much fun.

I don't think, with my actual social anxiety and energy levels, that I would survive a convention, even if it sounds really fun.

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There's a sweet smell in the air...either my roommate just showered (which would be odd, she normally does that in the morning) or the flower bushes three streets away smell into my room. Or are they roses? It's like a floral, sweet smell...! the heavy, hot air of a lingering thunderstorm seems to have carried it here. Nice.

Anyways, on that poetic word I'm gonna end my monologing for today. Or maybe not...who knows.

Deuces!

[nerves-nebula]

changed my mind. i've decided after scrolling tumblr that this movie is hurting my feelings for real, for a couple reasons (under cut it got long lol)

1: ow, obviously, how could it not. that ending is life ruining

2: seeing other trans people go ow hurts too

but most importantly 3: transition has not made me feel more alive or like more of a person. obviously it hasn't HURT. i guess i like my body more now. but this is something i've always been like just a little bit bitter abouttttt. the way some people seem to feel alive after transition it's just. idk i'm a bitter person.

ive described myself as feeling like. to the left of reality for a very long time. potentially for as long as i can remember. i'm isolated. from the world but also from other people. feel like i'm isolated from myself even. ironically the only time I've felt, like, really kind of alive is when I'm obsessed over some piece of media. just totally absorbed with it or on the very rare occasion socializing goes well. but its mostly media, cuz the socialization thing is usually just a brief burst, and half the joy is just adrenaline. i'm kind of a misanthrope. i don't HATE humans or anything i am just like. not great at being around them much.

but no like. idk. i just keep doing things. i don't know what I'm doing wrong. i dont deny any of my feelings really, even the taboo ones most people would hate to acknowledge about themselves, but

i do often think about all the artists throughout history who've killed themselves due to "prolonged melancholy" or something like that. people who made art an were described by those who knew them as just generally kind of sad or neurotic or upset all the time. and I can't help but think I'm more like that than anything else. there were a few times in my childhood (I dont think i remember them all tho) where something in me came untethered as i realized the world was not as good as i'd hoped it was. after a while i was kind of overcome with a wave of unimpressed boredom. i don't think I'm pessimistic. i think this living thing is all very well and good, jut not for me. living really isn't good enough to warrant the trouble.

to me my three main experiences are Good, Bad, and Neutral. And the neutral/boring things chafe me almost as much as the bad does. so to me life is like, 2/3rds painful. this isn't helped by the fact that i'm kind of a shit head who makes things worse for myself a lot of the time. if my life was a story i think I'm supposed to kill myself.

but i'm not allowed to kill myself. so it really does just feel like I'm dragging my corpse out of bed for other people's sake. and this movie captures that feeling very well.

I'm not so passive that I'd just do what everyone wants or expects of me but the problem is that everything else I do is only happening because the one thing I really want to do (die) is off the table. it's kind of cyclical. I can't kill myself cuz ive gotta make this comic. i gotta make this comic cuz I'm not allowed to kill myself so i need to spend my time making my own meaning (this comic). it goes like that forever.

and most of the time i can ignore it but that doesn't seem like a good thing to be doing, yknow? but my only other options are wallowing in how it feels bad or killing myself. sometimes suicide feels like the only thing i really, desperately want, but its out of reach. oh well :3

something i keep saying over and over is that i want to be real. i keep trying to make myself real. i'm living as real as i can. i'm not forcing myself to do things i hate, I'm aware of my feelings, i'm doing things I want to be doing. i don't feel human so i want to modify my body. i'm looking in facial scarification, but i don't have enough cultural or community connections to know what pattern or symbol I'd get scarified. i want it to be something important to me. but there isn't anything important that i can even think of. all of human culture across all of history and I'm drawing a blank.

but still. i try to be real, i try to listen to what i want to do. and it's not enough. i ask too much of everything and give too little. i'm unimpressed with reality and can't stop overthinking how much I'd like things to be different. not just my life, but everything. i'm annoyed that I'm here, alive and (relatively) thriving when there are people who really do want to be alive who would love to have the freedom and support i do but who are dying. i got everything i wished for, but the switch hasn't flipped. and sure, there's still time, but time for what exactly? I'm not exactly repressing my desires here. I just don't feel real. maybe i should bury myself alive and see if i come out the other side.

ok grandpaa that's enough moping. bed time now.

watched i saw the tv glow. didnt cry but i can see why it made y'all cry. the ending seems pretty depressing. good movie.

[crymeariveronceagain]

if Shannon makes Linh and Fitz date i’m just going to imagine it’s an arranged thing and that they have a huge library and spend their time reading and baking as besties, there is no romance involved , feel free to expand if u have time and want to do so -t1sb

yknow

linh and fitz fake dating

that... that could actually be a legit idea.

like imagine, Alden gets up on Fitz's case because Fitz is really just not in the mood to date anyone, he doesn't want to. It's not something he's interested in, and literally everyone is chill about it except the adults, who think that the Golden Vacker Child(tm) should really be getting along and finding that perfect bride. Alden's worried that Fitz is still hung up on Sophie, which would be bad because Sophie's an awful genetic mistake and would be bad for their family's reputation. Della's worried that her son is abnormal, or there's something wrong with him. The grandparents are all asking about children and dating and matchmaking and whatever and Fitz just wants none of it.

And so, Linh kind of just presents the idea. At a winnowing gala she was forced into a dress that itches and burns on her wrists, that makes the water louder and hurts her back and her shoulders. She's sitting next to him at his gala, because really, she's the only one who knows him. No one else cares about anything but the idea of a golden child, a perfect husband, and Linh is simply a friend who just happened to be on the list.

"Fitz," she says, one day, when he's halfway to tears over the fact that his dad came by and half-ordered him to start dancing with his matches. "I'm on your list. You can dance with me."

He takes her gloved hand, and she pretends she can't feel the water in his blood pulsing through him with every heartbeat. That she can't understand the dangerous whispers of the sweat on the back of his neck. Because, firstly, that's odd. Secondly, none of her business what his water is up to.

"My parents have been literally shoving me towards marriage, too, and I literally would rather die. Like, honestly."

Fitz laughs, like, "Me too."

She thinks on it for a moment. "Fitz," she says, "What number match am I, on your list?"

"A hundred and seventy," he said, pointing at the ribbon with the numbers on it. "And that's if and only if my dad's okay with me marrying a twin. I think he'd kill me for it."

"My dad would kill to have me marry a Vacker," Linh answered, simply. "But we don't have to get married. We just have to occupy our parents' minds long enough until they can't push us into it, anymore."

Seventeen year old Fitz squints at sixteen year old Linh. "What?"

"I'm saying," she said, her voice getting a bit gentler. "We fool them. You're like, my older brother who cares too much and it comes out in angry ways, sometimes."

Fitz chuckled, almost sadly. "You're the most powerful hydrokinetic the world has ever seen. You're so impressive, it's scary. And you're also like, Biana's friend. I can't date you."

"I don't want to date you," Linh said. "You're not my type. No one has been, so far," she said, her voice getting a little quieter, more embarrassed. "It's weird, I know."

Fitz shook his head. "Not weird," he said. "I know exactly what you mean."

"I suggest," Linh said, a tentative smile forming on her lips, "That we, like. Fake date? Friend-date? Tell our parents that we're head over heels for each other, just to keep them occupied in their own ideas of who we are, but just," she smiled, there. "You like baking, right?"

Fitz nodded.

"We can bake together. Dex has been meaning to get me into movies lately, anyhow. He mentioned you liked some series called Harry Potter?"

Fitz smiled, just a little. "Yeah," he said.

Linh sighed. "I care about you, you know that. But it's not a lovey-dovey kind of way. I don't tend to care about people like that. And it sounds like you don't either."

Fitz nodded.

"So," she said, a smile forming across her lips, hopeful and excited. "Baking date, this sunday? Just for fun?"

Something inside Fitz relaxed, his heart and mind stopping churning.

"Linh," he said, "I think you're the best person in the whole world."

The hydrokinetic giggled, and it sounded like she'd relaxed some, too. "Well," she said, "I don't think I am, Fitz. But I'm glad you're up for enjoying my company."

[diamondcitydarlin]

yall keep liking my death in paradise gifs and i keep getting feelings again so I want to talk about Richard and Camille bc I have never stopped thinking about them ever

I've always been a HUGE sucker for an accidental love story. Like, the kind that is written right as they are. The kind where the two characters are absolutely thrown together against their will, circumstances demanding, are absolutely worlds apart (seemingly) in terms of everything, and yet in each other they find what they both need and may have been unwittingly looking for. The process of falling in love is so unexpected from both of them that they don't even realize it's happening until they're already there and far too gone to pretend it could be anything else.

I love how Camille pulls Richard out of the various defense mechanisms he's had to use to this point just to get an ounce of respect and human decency from others. She teases him, sure, but these things he does to protect himself are unnecessary with her; she respects him and he respects her and that's all there is to it and maybe that's why Richard can start playing along after awhile; chasing her down the beach when she sets his TV to French programming, for example. Richard learned quickly that Camille's teasing of him came from a place of affection and friendliness and not an attempt to undermine or disrespect him as he's accustomed to, and so finally, he has friends. He has people he can joke with. Let his guard down around without worrying how they might use it against him. Dwayne, Fidel and Camille don't do that shit.

But that isn't to say Camille doesn't have her own trust issues, that which Richard supersedes because he doesn't use manipulation tactics or smoke and mirrors; Richard says exactly how he feels about any situation and I think for as much as that irritates her I think she also finds it admirable. He may stumble over them at times, but every word Richard says is honest. When she tells him enough is enough, he listens , sees the error of his ways, and changes how he addresses her from then on. Sure that exchange in the hotel room was heated, but I think it set a precedent of trust between them that only grew stronger. Camille learned that Richard would respect her boundaries without question; Richard learned that Camille would tell him honestly when he's overstepping, not use it against him.

And I mean yes of course there is something inescapably romantic about her keeping his spirit with her all this time, but they were sO CLOSE to having everything together and his death was such an unnecessary thing when we get down to it (WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE GONE BACK TO WORK IN THE UK, IT WAS LITERALLY DROPPED AS A POSSIBILITY IN BOTH SEASONS) that I really can't do anything but make my own version of the story where they're still working together, maybe married now. Maybe instead of DYING Richard yknow did what was foreshadowed and had to move back to the UK for work or his parents and in the meantime he and Camille continued talking through emails and phone calls until their paths crossed again. Camille's departure from Saint Marie COULD HAVE been her going to the UK to work with/be with Richard, and then we'd see them again later as a duo.

Anyway. I love them. They deserved so much better. It's sometimes hard for me to believe they didn't get it in canon.

[solomonish]

Dork Solomon Agenda

You say sexy shady sorcerer I say nerd and love of my life

Solomon is a sad lonely little man why just wants a genuine connection us that so much to ask???

No but seriously like. It's totally fine if you hc Solomon as this man-turned-lowkey-sex-god with a million succubi and more at his whim whenever he wants and would be a tough one to put the ol' ball and chain on like to each their own for sure! But that's not MY hc

(Thats not to say my hc means he doesn't ever engage in casual sex like that and wanting a genuine long term relationship at some point [or finding out thats what you want when you meet someone] are not mutually exclusive yknow)

So like Solomon isn't the type to be short with you or keep you at an arm's length (i mean...u get what I mean. Once you're close enough and all that jazz) or get annoyed by you wanting to be affectionate?? Hello??

He LOVES the little things you do (some on accident tbh). You feeling affectionate today and give him a kiss or three on his face before you leave to go to your separate classes? Adorable, he's fallen in love again. You do that thing where you like.. forget how to walk straight and just accidentally bump into him? No come back he likes being close to you :( He doesn't SAY these things but there's a light, airy laugh he has that gives him away.

If you're ever facetiming he will say "boo!" when you connect instead of just. Greeting you like a normal person.

His fuckin. His devilgram name is monSOLO. My mans is a star wars fan!!! I dont know any of The Discourse bc I'm not super into star wars myself but he has IN DEPTH opinions about the movies. Seriously rivals Levi in this aspect. Please make time for movie nights where you watch the movies together 🥺 especially if you haven't seen them before he'd love to convert you 🥺

Didn't Solomon also have a thing for TSL??? Or am I just imagining it??

I feel like his ideal date would be exploring something new, whether its this new spooky forest or "hey have we been down this alley before? Let's check it out!" but ideal date number TWO is movie night. Even if it isn't Star Wars. He likes to sit on opposite ends of the couch throwing popcorn into each other's mouths (and big candies like peanut m&ms where you both have almost choked before) and maybe a footsie war if he's feeling real devious. Then at some point you grab a blanket and snuggle up to him and you both fall asleep on the couch

Simeon yells at him when you leave because there's popcorn EVERYWHERE

LOVES when you laugh super loud. Idk man he just thinks its great when you have such unbridled joy and then he laughs too 😊 not as loud though he's more of a quiet chuckle kind of guy (most of the time).

Is friends with Asmo so is extremely great at slumber party gossip. Catch him in his pajamas, cross-legged on the floor while clutching a pillow to his chest and listening intently to you rant about the brothers.

"Come here I have a secret to tell you" (blows air in your ear) "okay okay I'm sorry but come here again" (blows air on your neck) "okay okay last time! I actually have something to tell you. Please? Its important...." (kisses ur cheek) "like u a lil bit xo"

Never the type to send "good morning beautiful" or "good night 💞" texts. Instead he'll send you something at 4 am like "the infinite cosmos will eventually swallow whole all familiarity and life as it is now presently known and despite the adaptations humans or demons or angels could make i will still have to adapt and face the world as an alien in the realm I love so dearly. Funny how the strongest of beings bow to the whim of space and time. But sometimes my eternal journey doesn't seem so daunting when I realize that with my everlasting life will be the memory of you no matter how distant and the survival of the vessel you loved...."

And then at lunch that day when the brothers pull you away he'll send you a picture of the lasagna they're serving with "this kinda looks like you? Don't worry I'd still hit it" and then two minutes later "you not the pasta"

Is the type to think randomly "oh damn I love you so much" but has an impressive filter about it. Or he thinks he does until Luke grumbles "ugh get a room thats the fifth time you've seen that since monday" ok, sometimes he has a good filter about it

He can't help it! Sometimes you just say something really smart (or something SPECTACULARLY dumb) or you do something cute like lean on him or smile a specific way or-

Sir.....you're head over heels sir :/

The type who would go to a playground at night with you and just swing on the swings talking about life

Wants to have a secret handshake with you!!

If you're ever on a road trip with just the two of you, you can get him to join in on the terrible singing but he'll be a lot quieter than you

Also will only join in if he isn't driving. If he is and you aren't talking, he's just humming underneath his breath. Will drum on the steering wheel though

Cooking

(Yes, it gets its own section because MAYBE I'm obsessed with the idea of MC teaching Solomon to cook and the food still turning out terrible but at least it isn't a void when MC is helping)

The type to flick water at you every time he washes his hands. Will chase you down just to do it.

"Hey, tilt your head back and open your mouth MC" (proceeds to dump too big a handful of shredded cheese in your mouth)

100% the type to lean over you just to hinder your cooking abilities. Who cares if the sauce splashes he's tiiiired.... you'd let belphie do it :(

Puts a hand on your lower back when he passes behind you. Hopes you'll lean into it/step back and offer him a kiss 🥺

Believes in always having a proper table setting. Prepare for whatever juice they have (or water) in wine glasses if you're having a nice-er meal

Under the assumption that a spell ruined his sense of taste (and not that he's just bad at cooking) he hates spicy food. He can feel the burn but he gets none of the flavor??? Wack. Don't hurt him like that MC. If you do because its hilarious to watch him try to be cool about it he will pout

Gets cheesy aprons. He just likes them.

Will hit you on the top of your head with a whisk to hear the noise it makes

Will buy every kitchen hack tool there is. A ketchup dispenser that looks like a gun? He's got it. A fish that helps you squeeze out the egg yolks? Yes! A dinosaur soup ladle? You bet! Pizza scissors? A tool that makes hard boiled eggs into cubes? Something that's gotta be like 200 years old and no discernable purpose? Absolutely! He wants a hot dog toaster. Do they even have hot dogs in the devildom?

Will sneak bites just because it bothers you

Overall

Look at him. He hasn't had friends in centuries. He's playful!

Look at his DEVILGRAM NAME

His funky little WAND

This is a man who is a huge nerd, thrives off of cliches and just wants to have a good time. So let him! Its mentally exhausting having those pretenses up all the time.

[mettywiththenotes]

They are both right and wrong this topic is so sensitive cause depending on where you grew up it is a extremely sensitive topic for me I grew up in Baltimore and 2020 was extremely hell for my city cause I understood the protest even went but I saw first hand how a protest can get out of hand and seen small black businesses get destroy i seen people takes and I want to scream sometimes cause it to black and white for people when this is very much grey realm

Yep I totally agree

Looking at the chapters that we've seen so far, Shouji and Spinner are right and wrong. I like that these arguments have been presented by clearly traumatized characters, but there can't only be one way to go about it

You can be nice all you want but people will still come after you. You can fight back as much as possible, but violence won't really solve the problem either

Shouji's way of thinking and Spinner's way of thinking are, at best, only temporary fixes. But, on the other side of that, they can also make things worse. Both options on their own aren't really ideal

I don't really blame people for being skeptical of what has been released so far. I mean, there's always skepticism with these kinds of stories, about how it will be presented, and it is a very sensitive topic. Drives a lot of people to side-eye the story and has them tense, yknow? I can't blame people for that, especially if they've experienced it first-hand

It is very much a grey realm

In a way, I think it's kind of smart for Hori to present the topic the way it has been. Both options that have been given are from a black and white way of thinking. They are coming from a place of hurt but are also coming from different motivations. Shouji looks to the future and doesn't want any more blood shed, only wants to see the positive that can be done, and Spinner is still affected by what he went through, only sees and remembers the negative of everything heteromorphs have gone through and lashing out in anger. The PLF general is the same, stirring up anger in the mob as well, encouraging a violent revenge

The fact that these views have been given, aired-out in a way, means there's an opportunity for open discussion, to then focus on not white and black but a sort of grey middle ground around the subject

I mean, Izuku said it himself: "It's not all black-and-white. Most things in this world are in shades of gray. A blend of fear and anger."

The fact that this has been said, in-story, means there's a chance we'll get this way of thinking translated into this plot line too. That's just based on what I've read though, so idk we'll see what happens next

I'm sorry you had to go through that. I hope things are better where you are now

[vampacidic]

*sits down in front of you* do you happen to have any more mayoi phantom thoughts for the night i would like to hear them please

hi. i passed out. hmmm i have a coupleeeeeee?

i really went crazy with that 'mayoi has eyes that glow in the dark' thing i love that one so much. yknow she how she watched aira sleep that one time. i think that aira assumed she was just a fuckin cat and was like hey. who let the cat in? and then he turned on the light and it was a Guy and screamed. hiiro is just like wow mayoi that's so cool can you teach me to do that? (she can't) and tatsumi just thinks it's endearing or something i haven't read an enstars story in ages. she has better eyesight than everyone else in ES at night bc of the glowing. however it does freak out maintenance workers who get up in the vents to clean the fan or something to see two glowing eyes in the distance followed by a whimper.

she sleeps in a coffin. she won't explain why. she says it's comfortable (it's horribly claustrophobic). it's actually bc it makes her feel closer to death which helps with the self loathing. her thoughts race at night with self hatred and worry about how the world sees her and by sealing herself off it helps abate that (to a degree). she can't really breathe but she appreciates the asphyxiation. she shouldn't be allowed to breathe anyway. (it's brought up that rei sleeps in a coffin, too, at one point. this is what gets her to start sleeping in a normal bed)

def has a housewife fantasy (not like nuclear family housewife i mean like. housewife that is respected in their job. idealized housewife)... she wants to be a stay at home mom one day. terrified that children hate her (they don't. they think she's silly) but she really loves them. really really really wants to be a mom. she wants to take care of them and just live a normal life.. long after the plot of enstars i think she gets to settle down with tatsumi and they have a little baby and they're the best parents ever [i have a terminal case of baby fever]. she's def the one that does the shopping she's incredibly skilled at taking care of people. something something mamayoi

she composed in her free time... 'its nothing big...' she stammers out before playing a modern masterpiece that rivals leo. she (eventually) befriends leo because of this. is she still scared shitless of his erratic behavior? yes. but they talk music theory and composing and they're buddies... leo's music is very loud and kind of everywhere while her tunes are simple and melodic. they compose together sometimes. usually via mayoi sliding a compositions through the ceiling tiles into leo's room while he sleeps (leo wakes up and reads it and scribbles out things he doesn't like. mayoi takes it a little too personally at first but she realizes it's just because leo is Like That and has no idea how he comes across to other people. she adapts)

i think it's stupid that mayoi's hands are shown in canon. i think her hands are like. gross looking. shriveled and bone-y and littered with scars and there's almost no fat on them. that's why she wears the gloves. but enstars is a COWARD so i will just do this myself. she hates taking her gloves off. takes her years before she trusts someone enough to take them off (and even then she squeezes her eyes shut so she can't see them run away)

[catboyshinsou]

sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

[a-pretty-nerd]

Self Indulgent Shigaraki Nonsense Part 2!

Tomura Shigaraki x pregnant!reader headcannons

Lmao I'm obsessed with this idea, I'm having so much fun with it. I love it, and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Pregnancy and pregnancy related issues.

(I couldn't find the original artist for this, but just know that someone out there is a very talented artist lol)

After the initial reaction,

Shigaraki doesn't want to take you back home to the others. He doesn't want anyone to know.

He still wants you to get an abortion. It makes you feel, unwanted. The more he mentions it, the more it hurts you.

You knew he wouldn't be happy or excited about this, but neither were you. This just, hurt.

He stayed with you a few more nights in the hotel. He didn't want to leave your side, apart of him was afraid you'd still run. That you'd choose the baby over him. The other part, wanted desperately to protect you. To keep you safe and to him, an abortion would.

It would leave you free and untethered to him. He knew, objectivley, you shouldn't be with him. And he knew that if you ever needed to, in order to keep yourself safe, he would understand. But the idea of losing you made him unreasonably upset. What felt like sadness would soon turn to rage. He just, didn't want to lose you. He thought it was selfish of him to think that way, but he couldn't help it. It tore him apart from the inside out.

The years of having you around made him emotionally dependent. You cared for him in ways no one else had. He stayed up at night wondering where you had been his entire life. You felt like a missing piece of a puzzle.

He layed with you in bed one night, unable to sleep. He watched your sleeping form, the way your chest heaved up and down with every breath. His eyes ran over your body as a few fingers pulled away the covers. He eyed your belly. He felt his stomach turn as he thought about it all.

There was already so much he didn't know. He didn't really even understand how you knew you were pregnant or what stage you were at. What would a baby like his look like? Visions of a horrible monster came to mind. No matter what, it was no good. He had to convince you to get rid of it before it was too late. Before it tore you apart.

The basis for his fears were unknown, even to him. He knew thats not how things really worked, he knew his fears seemed ridiculous to you, but still. He felt guilty. He felt a sense of dread as he thought about it. It took two after all. He felt like he had condemned you. He like he had wronged or hurt you.

"This love, loves the trouble." He remembered you saying. He thought you were being foolish, blinded by your feelings to see realisticly. How could you not see? You were doomed. If the monster inside you wouldn't kill you, then it would tie you to him for forever. It'd be born into a world he hadn't solved yet, even if it could help him, it wasn't a tool. If you ever needed to leave, go off and be safe somewhere else, you couldn't. It would always tie you to him. It made him feel sick. You would never have the freedom he wanted for you.

You stirred in your sleep, your eyes slowly coming open before you turned to look up at him. He looked down at you, warm tears falling down an emotionless face. He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize he was crying.

"Uh, Tomura? Whats wrong? You're crying." You sat up and started to wipe the tears away from his cheeks before he wrenched himself from your grasp. He sat on the side of the bed, hunched over, before he got up to use the bathroom.

You sat there in wonder as you laid back down. He was no doubt thinking about the baby again. Baby. The word seemed foreign to even think about. A baby. Lost in thought, Shigaraki came back into the room. The light from the bathroom masking his silhouette in the door frame.

"You have to get rid of it." He mumbled.

"We've been over this before, I'm fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. Women have babies all the time, I promise-"

"No...you don't understand. You can't do this to yourself." He shuffled forward to the bed.

"What?"

"Think about it this way, you'll be rendered useless to the league. You and I were dangerous enough, but now,"

"Well damn, I didn't realize I'm such a fucking burden."

"THAT'S NOT-" He bit his tongue. Yelling at you or showing his anger never solved anything, it only made things worse. "You're not a burden. You're in danger. As a villian you run so many risks but the moment you got busy with me, you made yourself vulnerable. You made me, vulnerable. Adding a third into this, makes not only us more vulnerable but them as well. If the heroes knew we were involved with one another the way we are, they'd take advantage. They'd threaten you, they'd kill you if they got the chance."

"Then we won't give them that chance." You uttered. He balled his fists and turned away, holding his head down.

"It's not that simple. You don't understand."

"I understand just fine, Tomura. You don't think I haven't thought about all the ways this could go wrong? Tomura, you're all I have. You are my family regardless of a third party, you're my best friend and I love you with everything I am."

"This isn't about me. I can't promise you anything, I can barley keep you safe now. If you choose this, I can't do anything for you. I can't promise your safety or comfort. And especially not happiness." You crawled along the bed in a hurry before reaching out to grab ahold of his wrists. He froze.

"You make me happy." You told him. When he didn't move you spoke again. "You make me happy. All I want is you, all I want is to love you and be loved by you. I'm not asking for safety or comfort, I lost those a long time ago. I'm just asking for you." He stayed silent for a while, not moving or saying a word. The only sound in the room being his heavy breathing. "Tomura?"

"I feel torn." He rasped.

"Torn between what? Your war and me? You don't have to choose."

"No. Not that." He pulled his hand away from your grasp. "You would still choose me, choose me to be a father. Knowing what you know." You pasued and thought for a moment. He watched you.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to put you in such a difficult position. But I know you. I know how kind you can be. I know you're whole goal is to create a better world for people, to free humanity. I know the pain you struggle with and the issues you face. But there is no other soul I'd choose over you."

"You're so foolish." He sighed, crumbling as he sat down on the bed. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested your forehead against the side of his. "How could a woman so smart, be so ridiculous?" He rested a palm on your knee.

"Love does that sometimes, doesn't it?" You spoke softly.

"It does. It makes me a fool." He turned his head to press his forehead against yours in a sweet gesture.

"For the record, I think you'd make a fine parent." He scoffed at you.

"I doubt I will." Will. Will? The word echoed in your mind.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see." You said with a smile. Tomura leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. You leaned into it and took deep breaths as you ran your hands over his chest. He rested his palm over your hand placed on his knee.

"This isn't a game yknow. We don't get second chances here." He warned, squeezes your hand.

"I know."

"Its still early isn't it? You still have time to rethink." He told you, slowly turning and pulling you in to hold you tightly.

"I guess..." you trailed off.

"Just...if anything goes wrong...if anything happens to you..."

"I'll be fine." You reassured.

"You can't know that. How am I going to keep you safe?" He muttered to himself, tucking his face into your shoulder.

"I'll be more careful, I promise. And I'll stay away from dangerous missions, and I'll stay away from heroes from now on, alright?" You told him, rubbing your hands up and down his back.

"Just....think it over...please..." He begged.

"Alright...I'll think it over..." You made no promises. With that, Shigaraki agreed to bring you home. Not saying a word to anyone about your whereabouts. Toga asked you privately about your absence, mostly to confirm that you were alright. You brushed it off, saying it was a private mission or something like that.

Toga knew more than the rest. She asked more questions, knew more details. She knew the true extent of your relationship. Being a close friend of yours, she was trusted with more information than most. Others were lucky if Shigaraki even answered questions about your relationship, declaring it was none of their buisness and to leave him alone.

You didn't tell Toga, you couldn't. It wouldn't matter if she knew or not and getting someone else mixed up in your buisness was a bad idea. Life went back to normal, you went about your buisness as usual, but soon symptoms started to become more of a hazard as the weeks passed. Certain smells like cigarette smoke and eggs would make you violently ill. Nausea and fatigue haunting you throughout the day. You'd wake up feeling sore and groggy, unable to shake the feeling. It bothered Tomura.

He'd watch you raise from the bed and shuffle off to the bathroom with a deep stare. Observing you with a dark gaze. For the most part, he kept his opinions to himself. He knew there was little he could do. His only hope was that you would see "reason". If this is how you felt now, imagine your suffering later. The more pain and frustration you experienced, the more Tomura's heart ached. He felt responsible for your pain. Unable to shake the idea that he did this to you.

"Have you given it anymore thought?" He asked you. Entirely out of the blew, and while you were trying to relax no less. You laid on the floor, pillows piled underneath your head as you browsed your phone. Your feet propped up in his lap as he played a game on the Tv. You peered out from behind your phone screen.

"I have."

"And?" He didn't change his position or attitude.

"And what?" You looked back to your screen.

"Isn't the cut off date coming up soon?"

"Sure is."

"You have to make up your mind soon." You paused and thought for a moment. You watched him play.

"I have."

"Well?"

"I still want this." You told him. He paused his game and froze.

"I don't understand..."

"Pardon?"

"I dont understand!" He shouted. His anger directed out to the Tv instead of you. He dropped the controller and let his hands hang limp as he propped his elbows on your shins. "I don't understand... Taking so many risks... because of me."

"Well, we're villians. Isn't taking risks what lifes all about?"

"I...I'm sorry..." his shoulder began to bounce. His head hanging low while he balled his fists. You sat up, realizing he had started to cry. You placed firm hands on his back to rub and comfort him. He cried, his hands coming up to cover his face and wipe away his tears. "This is all my fault..." He squeaked.

"Tomura, sweety, it's okay." You held continued to rub slow soothing circles over his back. The other on his knee in an attempt to ground him.

"I don't understand...why...why you want this...I don't get it...it makes no sense!" He sobbed. "Why, WHY!?" He clung to you, reaching out to dig his gloved fingers into your sweater in an attempt to keep you close. You held him tight, running gentle fingers through his hair. You let him cry a little longer before answering.

"You know how they say 'love makes you do crazy things?'" You started.

"That's not a reason!" He argued.

"Well, sure, but...it's true isn't it. I mean, our relationship is evidence enough, right? But besides that, when I found out, I was scared too. I'm still scared. But the more I think about it, the more I want it. It makes me smile to think about. I get butterflies and its all I can think of. It's like, I'm falling in love with you all over again." He looked up from his place tucked away in your chest. His eyes red and tired from his crying.

"But why me?" He groaned, "you could have this with anyone you wanted. Why me?"

"Because I don't want anyone else," you squeezed him tight with a smile, "I want you." You planted gentle kisses on his tear riddled cheeks. He let out a soft sigh before pulling you in to give you a proper embrace. He tucked his face in your neck and took deep breaths, as if to savor the feeling of you so close.

"I'm still sorry," he grumbled, "I got you into this mess."

"Hey, it took two, right? Besides, I don't know about you, but I had fun." You squeezed his thigh, trying to lighten the mood. He squirmed in response.

"Not funny."

"What? For sex that good, I'd let you get me pregnant all over again." You chuckled in his ear. He squirmed again, his grip on you tightening.

"Don't say things like that." He scolded half-heartedly. His voice soft, he was embarrassed. You always knew how to get under his skin. Somehow, the way you did it, Tomura found it endearing. It felt fun and lightheaded the way you teased him. When you first did it, he tried to ignore it, he found you annoying and rude. But as time past, and he found your pestering of your fellow teammates pretty funny, he grew to enjoy your witty banter.

He slowly started to run kisses along your neck. He never really understood what you saw in him. Initially, he thought you wanting to be so close with him was an attempt to gain more power. But there was no evidence to support that, you just genuinely enjoyed his company. He found that bizarre. Tomura was well aware he had a bad attitude and was generally a pain in the ass to deal with.

But you got to him. When you were gone, he missed you. When you made a joke or teased, he laughed. When you were close, he felt warm and comfortable. More comfortable with you than without you. He grew way too attached for his liking. Especially now, he cursed himself for loving you. He called himself selfish and reckless and stupid. He beat himself up for it.

Regardless, if this is what you wanted, he would make this happen for you. But as the deadline came and went, he grew more and more paranoid. If the Heroes got ahold of you, it was game over.