#i didnt particularly like any of the shoes

[ridragon]

tgis result is literally the most insulting one I could have gotten FUCKING NORMIE IM SOBBING

@tinkerscrickets @act11as NO FORCE (first i could think of besides Bilk but he was tagged already )

and anyone who sees and wants to :3 any followers welcome!!!! id love to see >:3

new tag game! this quiz for why the fandom hates you and this picrew :)

tagging: @verathena14 @whole-bilk-milk @blu-orb @ridragon and whoever else is interested :)

[faith369]

dbf!sugardaddy!price (a continuation of this)

Pairing: Captain John Price x fem!reader

Warnings: age gap (reader is in their early 20s) suggestive, mdni, nsfw

You stood in front of the door, your clothes felt uncomfortably wet on your body , luckily the carport of the door gave you protection from the rain. When you had left the house 30 minutes ago, the sun was still shining, and no sign of the rain shower that was about to come down was to be seen. The weight of John's wallet laid in your hand, the feeling of the soft leather in your palm, gave you a sense of comfort. He had forgotten it a few days ago after paying your dad a visit to watch some footballmatch. You hesitated to push down the cold metal of the doorbell. In all honesty, you hoped he wasn‘t home, you weren‘t too keen on seeing him again after your dad's birthday. After you waited for a few minutes, your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest at any moment, and no one had opened the door, relief washed over you, and you turned to leave.

"Wait,“ John's voice bolted through you like a lightning strike. You faced him, unsure of what to say your mindgoing blank. "Um, dad told me to bring you your wallet.“ Your eyes were trained on your shoes, you wouldn't risk having to look into the deep blue of his eyes, especially knowing you'd get lost in it or rather drown. Price furrowed his brows, seeing the way you stood there. “Did you walk here?” you just nodded in response to his question not trusting yourself with words. "You're shaking. Come on in.“ you stepped inside the warm house it smelled like pine and ciggars, it smelled like him. A little jolt of electricity went through you when you felt John's hand on yours as you handed him his wallet. “I could've picked that thing up, Love didn't have to come here and get drenched by the rain. I don't want to be the reason you're going to come down with a cold”. You tried to let the fact that he just called you love not get to your head and just quietly follow his lead to the kitchen. He made you sit down at in one of the chairs, even tho you didnt want to you just wanted to go home and hide yourself.

The kitchen furniture was made out of dark hardwood. Price brought you a towel to at least dry off your hair, the silence that filled in the room was an uncomfortable one. You still didn't dare looking him in the eyes and instead opted to look at the towel that you had laid in front of you after being done drying off your hair. The way you felt for him was confusing and the only clear thought that your mind was able to form was the fact that you shouldn't but you wanted to be with him. The deep clearing of a throat pulled you out of your thoughts "About what happened a few weeks ago, I'm really sorry, this shouldn't have happened, and I also shouldn't have left you there I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.“ You stayed silent for a few moments, not knowing how to respond to his words. „I...I liked what you did.“ Your cheeks burned. You didn't know why you had to be honest; you should've just told him that it was fine and forgotten, but the fact that he bought you the bag and initiated a kiss made you brave and maybe just a bit hopeful that he'd do it again.

You could feel his weight shift on the wood floors as he came over, you felt small at the way he towered over you. John's hand came to caress your face, his warm skin felt good against your cold one. "You really shouldn't say stuff like this to a man, Hun. Particularly not to your dad's friend, you have no idea how hard that makes me". His voice sounded strained a hint of guilt hushed through you, him being in a moral dilemma wasn't your intention but you still found yourself unbuckling his belt, a new-found confidence running through you at the words he just let out. "Fuck, you really shouldn't-.“ A deep growl left his lips before he could finish the sentence. The feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock made him grab your still damp hair. You could feel a few drops of pre cum on your tongue as you licked over the slit of his throbbing length, his grip tightened when you lowered your head even further, but he was too big to fully take in. Suddenly Price yanked your head away, still looking down at you, but this time with a dangerous glint in his eyes, one that made an unsettling feeling creep up your spine, but at the same time you clenched your legs together. "Oh, big mistake, love. Do you really think you can just do that?” His movements as he lifted you up in his arms were carefully planned, still keen on not hurting you, but his voice had an undertone that made you shiver in both anticipation and a hint of fear. “W..what are you doing” you swallowed as he carried you through his big house. "M' going to show what happens when you want to play with a real man, love.“

Taglist: @fruitymoonbeams-blog @thera-daydreams @kittycawn @buckybarnessweetheart @katzarantos

-Requests are open <333

[potato-lord-but-not]

idk if it's unpopular or just nobody's considered the concept or maybe i am just too fond of medical knowledge but one of my takes is, if Arthur remains blind when John gets his own body his left hand to the elbow and right foot that John used to control are somewhat numb. It's a lot like when your legs fall asleep, a warm cold feeling, but no pinpricks and you can move them but not as coordinated or presise. More important to note however is this means if Arthur gets hurt in these places it is incredibly hard to notice, any should be pain is far away and feels like vague pressure. It seems and likely seemed small. There is a good chance Arthur would not even bring it up because he thought in a couple days that turned into weeks that maybe he was imagining or it'd go away on its own, but like leprosy thats how it does the most damage. And of course being blind doesn't help and it starts becoming scary. In the right time of year or being on the job, most people who don't experience pain rely on the sight of blood, a bruise, something visual, but how do you know youre bleeding if it feels no different from the sweat that drips down your neck and back? And if youre wearing particularly dark colors how many strangers are likely to notice if your sock takes on a red hue before you notice a squelch when you step? Just like his eyes if Arthur even went to a doctor, coaxed into entering an office and being patronized for a lack of symptoms the most likely conclusion would be Psychosomatic. If he's lucky told stress, but more likely that it's all in his head (ironic in a way, yeah that thing in his head was named John and likely the one who brought him here but hes not in there now is he?). But even if thats the issue being in your head doesn't mean you don't get bruises, cuts and scrapes. It means you don't stop putting weight on a foot when you step on an nail and it pierces far beyond the sole of your shoe. It means you might not notice a cut on your arm has become infected until you come down with a fever and the only thing you can say to explain yourself is "It didn't feel painful. I thought i was managing." the second half of that statement feeling like a lie because if anything you were drowning the moment you realized you could spend all day walking around and have no idea you were injured. It means at the end of the day even if you didnt want to be a bother, there is such a heavy comfort in someone rolling up your sleeve and making sure if anything is there that its cleaned, and bandaged. And maybe its also a comfort for them to grab that same hand and give a slow deliberate squeeze that your can't reciprocate but you can feel it, and know that one isnt hurting you. Anyways im rambling that's it thats the concept take notes, im telling you there is so much potential here. Im so normal about this concept

good lord absolutely no notes just everyone read this

[ccswife]

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pairing๛: kate martin x iowau!reader

synopsis๛: kate catches you watching your saved edits of her.

not proofread so ignore spelling mistakes pls lol

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being a trainee under the strength and conditioning coaches for the Iowa womens basketball meant that you were constantly around the team. you found it hard to get used to all the personalities, but by your sixth year it became quite easy.

one person you particularly leaned towards when assisting was Kate Martin - a fellow sixth year and a phenomenal basketball player (as far as you knew). throughout the 3 years you had really known Kate, the two of you grew very close, exchanging 'i love you's and often sleeping at eachothers places. a lot of the girls wondered why you guys didnt just move in together.

one cool evening in iowa city, after a considerably hard practice and lift, kate decided to come home with you after her shower. you leaned against the wall outside the locker room playing on your phone, patiently waiting for the blonde to shuffle out with her bags.

'phwwtt!'

a loud whistle pulled your eyes up and towards the door. there came kate, her hair wet and barely brushed and her bags stuffed to the brim.

"i tried to shower as fast as i could and pack all my stuff up but it got a little messy so...." she spoke out in one breath.

"kate... you know i dont mind waiting," you laughed. kate usually does this, and it ALWAYS leads to her forgetting something important. whether it be her shoes (like, her actual shoes not her bball shoes), her whole bag of skincare, or her bra, etc.

kate shrugged with a goofy look on her face and shouted 'onwards!' before shuffle-running to get out to the parking lot.

the car ride over to your apartment was as usual; listening to music, chatting about school and practice, asking about the other girls lives. you often asked her about everyone else when you guys had sleepovers. its not that you don't know and love them, but you don't talk to them nearly as much as you do kate. everyone knew that. after settling in and grabbing snack and a spot on the couch, you pulled up tiktok on your phone and decided to go through your 'wbb😭😍' folder. you can't even lie and say you don't find kate and some of her teammates attractive. hell, one of the reasons you first talked to her was because of her beautiful face. but after you guys got so close, you deemed it inappropriate to tell her how you really felt. how she made your heart flutter when she called you 'n/n' and when she stared at you for a little longer than usual. you found out that people made edits of her after liking one womens basketball edit... one is all it took. at first it shocked you and you tried not to like any of them.. but you couldnt resist it. she looked so. damn. good. IN ALL OF THEM!!! sooner than later a folder was made and filled to the brim. a dabble of caitlin, paige and an occasional molly in there as well.

so, there you sat: munching on goldfish, one leg up on the couch and one leg dangling off, all while scrolling through various edits of your best friend.

oh yea, full volume too:D

kate walks into the living room and sees you on your phone. usually she tries not to snoop but something caught her eye. was that.. her?!?! on your phone screen?????? she watched you scroll and watched as her face popped up a dozen more times. caitlin as well. a million thoughts went through her head. why were you watching edits of her? did you like her like she liked you? you find her attractive?? why is caitlin in there.

she continued to stand there, mouth ajar, trying to find the right words to snap you out of your lull.

' y/n' she spoke up

your phone immediately shut off and you sat straight up, turning to look at kate with a beat red face. your hands start to move around frantically as you try to explain.

' i- im- i was just looking at some beacuse,-- well like i thought it was cool and-' words start flying out of your mouth.

'y/n,' kate spoke again. ' its ok. im just kinda caught off gaurd' rubbing her neck she looks around before making eye contact with you and smirking a little. your face twisted when she smirked. she thought this was funny??!

"what're you smirking at freak??" as you said that your heart dropped. her smirk only widened. "dont you dare kate." a demanding tone, one that you only use before she tickled attacks you or is about to yell something completely out of pocket to the girls.

kate inches towards you, causing you to put your phone behind your back. before you can even process her attack, she snatches your phone and unlocks it, quickly going into tiktok. at this point all you can do is sit and stare as she goes through your folder of wbb edits. occasionally she looks down at you, sometimes with a sweet look and others confused or.. offended? you couldnt tell.

after finishing, she hands your phone back to you and sits next to you on the couch.

"well," she starts. "who knew there was so many edits of me and caitlin!" her tone was light hearted but with a tinge of hurt and sarcasm. she turns to look at you.

"oh wait, you knew!" she yips. kate slaps your knee and laughs, and you couldn't help but join. she cracked jokes for at least another minute.

the vibe in the room after that changed in the slightest bit, the both of you holding your tounges, not wanting to be the first to acutally talk about what had just happened. when the clock hit 11:00pm, you both sauntered to the bedroom to hit the hay. hopping into your respective sides, and making sure you both had everything you needed. instead of a "i love you, goodnight!", kate just rubbed your cheek and smiled, then turned the other way.

before you fell asleep, you saw the light of her phone, and an edit of herself on the screen.

Oh no.

no no no no no. your heart started to race as you thought of everything that could happen. what if she doesnt wanna be my friend anymore? what if she tells the girls and they hate me? does she know i like her?

you curled up and tried to sleep away the thoughts. halfway asleep and arm snaked around you and stroked your arm, prompting you to fall soundly asleep.

"ill figure out what to say to you soon enough, love"

kate spoke under her breath only when she was sure you'd fallen asleep. soon she was out too.

Oh no... what will they do?

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A/N q(❂‿❂)p: i hope this isn't complete trash! i tried my best:))))) i had this little idea i forgot about in my notes lolll. i hope u guys enjoy and lmk if you potentially want another part ?!!?!! anyways toodles😜

[marlair]

Hi, there! :D

First time making a request here (I hope I do it right) so since I saw that requests are open I would like to make my own, here I go:

Type: Fic (Romantic)

Reader Female but Neutral it's okay 👍

Scenary: Silver has a stressful and bad week: (he falls asleep more often in class, fails in his training, etc.) So he grabs his partner (on a day off) to de-stress, he starts kissing his partner with very long, needy kisses. .💕💐

Maybe it ends up being a slightly suggestive coff coff (I'll leave it to your preference)👍

i have the headcanon that Silver is addicted to kisses so if he needs to de-stress. Needs A LOT of kisses.💋 If my request does not convince you you, you can discard it without problem, but if not, take your time and without pressurem bye

Silver Vanrouge x G/N!Reader

synopsis: a sour Silver, having went through a bad week, decidedly de-stresses— by kissing his partner.

an: omg hiii- hahAHA. this took.. a while to start writing lol xd ik you said it could be suggestive cough cough but it felt so fluffy HEHE also i took a look at his PE uniform card and he actually has muscles?? expected but dam

the reader is the prefect nd their gender isnt really mentioned anywhere here,, i didnt proofread this so if there are any problems thats why🥹

Silver was tired.

Actually, maybe that was weird to say when he was always tired.

Correction, Silver was stressed.

The week had gone badly: falling asleep more than usual in his classes, training was taking up much more time than usual considering the much more constant failures, Vorpal— Riddle’s preferred horse— had even kicked him! 

Needless to say, all that put him in an.. irrevocably sour mood.

He had gone through the week in a state of already perpetual tiredness- this time alongside a bitterness at his luck for the last few days.

By Saturday, he’s drained of most of his energy at this point, flopping on his bed at the Diasomnia dorm with an unnatural groan.

Suddenly, he received a revelation that could only be from the Great Seven theirselves.

Putting his jacket and shoes on at an average of .2 seconds, he took out his phone and texted the prefect of Ramshackle— his partner (what an exciting thought).

Meet me at the bench under apple tree #4?

Before even waiting for a response, he left for the aforementioned tree.

As expected, the prefect was there.

You honestly didn’t know what to think when your boyfriend suddenly texted you, but you decided to just shrug off any confusion and go to the meet up spot.

What you expected was him waving to you, maybe even with a basket of snacks.

What you didn’t expect was all 176 centimeters of Silver lunging at you, immediately trapping you within muscled arms.

Mwah!

Smooch one, you’re thinking, ‘awh, he’s too sweet!’.

Smooch two, you’re thinking, ‘heh, is he feeling particularly affectionate today?’.

Maybe a minute give or take into smooch five, you’re feeling like ‘uhm??’. But, he was your boyfriend, so you just kissed him back.

In the middle of smooch something— you’ve stopped counting at this point, all of Silver’s weight has fallen on you.

You quickly realize he’s fallen asleep. Ah. You thought maaaybe he was going to take you back to his dorm.

[fagcifer]

[come around. sped up] pulling the tape measure with my eyes closed to pull out a ridiculous length and girth, and assign that as ciels dick size. i want it to tear through sams stomach and up his throat actually. i want to kill sam one way or another after all^^

anyways, role reverse au! amirite ?!!?!?!?

hi chat its another sam post, again. im getting bashful posting about him. like... thats my wife chat... this is rather intimate (*´▽｀*) /silly.

for someone who particularly enjoys looking at shoes, i sure as hell dont draw them much.

i left their plot vague for a few reasons; wiggle room and potential to add more. its mostly just going to be cool tropes i saw and liked. nothing will be too set in stone, more so a common theme that might reoccur every now and then.

basic premise of the au that vaguely follows the 'canon', urrrr;

samael volkov, mid 30s, calm and collected, doesnt tolerate rudeness. french-slavic and a normal human. smokes, and drinks socially. cold hands.

ciel, looks to be in his mid 20s but act somewhat immature; hot and cold. one hell of a drinker but never seems to get drunk and never fail to make a disgusted expression whenever he sips on his alcohol. ขี้หนาว, easily cold despite the literal and metaphorical air of coldness that permeate from his very pores.

ciel sporadically frequents the bar that sam works at, usually with a dark expression on his face; a tick in his jaw and furrowed brows. sams bar, [punny name here], just so happens to be where a lot of stubborn souls running away from death tends to flee to. Last drink before death eat them alive or whatever.

ciel and sam became reluctant acquaintances simply because sam was trying to keep track of the patron that often took a tipsy person home, only for said person to be declared missing and presumed dead. only the lucky(?) few made it out alive, a former shell of themselves.

sam surprisingly didnt tip the police about ciel ,but its not like they could do anything either— they seem to be rather tight-lipped with the disappearances in the area. thats what got ciel curious about sam.

wanted to make tipping a thing, but it doesnt make sense anywhere else that paid their employees livable wage. but tipping is always nice! (additionally, the setting could be in canada. since to my understanding, theres a good population of french speaking people and the other let them. and its cold too.)

(nevermind, tipping is a thing but frown upon by businesses. its as if the customers are implying that they arent paying their employees enough, hence the tipping— a fun dynamic, i thunk!)

i did make sams design intentionally bland. the piercings were purely self-indulgent, i really wanted to fuck his ears. believe me when i say that i wanted to incorporate the red stripes from his original design but it was too flashy for what i had in mind.

derailing here, but i do plan to eventually draw a reimagined design for btd2 sam and zeitgeist sam. though he probably wouldnt be blue since ciel is already navy blue. blue on blue cannibalism. the designs wont be anything too remarkable or unique, im not creative.

never saw a tweet, pointed and barked this loudly in excitement before. thats how much i like the tweet, sowwy💔

initially ciel was supposed to have a more cryptid/entity like feel too him, but i got carried away??? who wouldve thunk. but then again, i draw on a whim without any firm planning, so its only natural to get completely off topic. rather telling of me, but anyways.

i do want to incorporate the other people from the archangel corp. but im going one small step at a time! and planning is hard for me chat💔

jumpscare !!!!! close-ups because i think theyre cute＼(^_^)／

i know one thing and its the pale hair/dark complexion trope. guess whos the father and whos the son!?!?!??!?!! for fuck sake they even have the same jaw shape💔💔💔

i make life so damn difficult for myself. theres no absolutely no reason other than swag to give them hair like that. drawing and colouring is already difficult enough, imagine making dolls out of them💔💔💔

[mrz-starz]

1.

You skipped down the hallway with a pep in your step. Your shoes clicking against the hard tiles. Your hair bobbed with your movement. People waved and sent you simple ‘hellos’ before walking by. You returned them with a smile on your face. 

The school’s wide windows highlighted your bright smile. You are particularly excited for today. Today was the day you had…no, probably 75% of the school had been waiting for it. 

High school application day! 

Don’t get it twisted, there are lots of different and wonderful choices that you could probably go to. You mean, if you take out your math grade, your report card is pretty much flawless. So you could technically get into any normal school no problem.

But you don't want to go to a normal school. No, you want to go..

..to U.A!

The no.1 hero school in all of japan! Seriously speaking though, Grades alone can’t get you into your dream school. And the fact that it has an average of 1,900 applicants each year, doesn't help! 

You sighed at the harsh reality before opening the classroom door. A handful of students parked up in your presence. SOme of your lady classmates ran up toward your desk, where you set down your textbooks and boxes.

“[Last name]-san! Are you ready to sign up to your dreammm school!? One step closer to becoming a hero!” Your classmate gushed. You already knew she was signing up to a fancy art school. You chuckled as you glanced up at her.

“I guess…still a bit nervous though…” As you muttered those words, the classmates surrounding you began to reassure you.

“Don’t be nervous [Last name]-san! I'm sure you’ll do great!” the two classmates beside her nodded in agreement. You felt your face flush at her shower of compliments.

Before you could respond, the door opened to reveal a set of laughing boys. The group leader’s eyes skittered across the room before finally landing on you.

“[Last name]-Chan!” the boy excitedly said your name. He skipped on closer to you before leaning down to your ear so no one could hear him.

“Didya bring goodies?” he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned back from your ear, gouging a reaction. Said ‘goodies’ were just some tarts from Auntie’s bakery. The boy had asked for some, promising he’ll pay upfront. (he said he didnt wanna go inside the bakery in order to keep up his ‘bad-boy’ appearance.)

You slid the box to the middle of the table, a gentle smile gracing your lips. “I’ve got it right here!’ you giggled at the boy’s lit up face. 

‘So,” you held up your hand to his face, making a little ‘gimme, gimme’ gesture with your fingers. “The money~?”

The boy paled at your sugary sweet smile and broke out in  cold sweat. He started nervously playing with his hands as you looked at him confused.

“So..about the money…” He began. “I tried asking for some money from my parents, but they’re in a tough spot right now-” he clapped his hands together in a pleading stance.”PLEASE! I really really wanna give these to my meemaw so can I just…have em? I-I’ll pay you back I swear!”

You groan, throwing your head back dramatically. This isn't the first time someone has tried to trick you like this. They say that they’ll pay you back yet you never get the money. It's sad really, why can't people just..You don’t know, actually GO to the bakery.

You feel bad for shutting the kid down, but you need your money. Through and through. No drawbacks.

…

Although..what if his parents are actually struggling? What if he really just wanted his meemaw to have a sweet treat. You would feel terrible. 

Ugh. just ugh.

Decisions decisions. On one hand, your Aunt taught you the importance of standing your ground, and being strict on people when they try to weasel their way out of paying.but on the other hand…

You look at the boy, his hands still locked into a pleading stance. His head is down low and his eyes are squeezed shut, awaiting your answer. Seeing the act made you bite your lip.

Damn it…

Just as you were about to give in, A fluffy pink entered your vision. Her hands are held out in an X-shape and she’s standing over your desk. Her yellow iris highlights her black sclera as her eyes are blown wide open. Her mouth was drawn in a deep frown as she glared at the boy in front of her.

“NO MEANS NO AOI-KUN!” 

“CMONNN ASHIDO-CHAN!” 

There she is, Mina Ashido. The girl everybody knows. The boy has clear exasperation on his face and the girl stands confidently. She turns back to you with a stern look on her face.

“Don’t fall for it [Last name]-chan!” Mina stared at you intently. “I saw him stash the money in his school bag-he even used some on the vending machine!”

“HEY! Ashido!” The boy had a red flush on his face for being so bluntly caught.

You glared at the boy and he sweatdropped. He sighed before reaching into a small pocket on his school bag and taking out the money. He put the money on your desk next to the box.

You take it with a teasing smile and gently hand him the box. He looked a bit disappointed but still smiled. ”Thanks [Last name]-san. To be honest, I'm sure my meemaw will really appreciate these. Can’t wait to surprise her after school!” The Boy pumped his fist in the air and you giggled at the action.

So they really were for his meemaw.

The boy practically skipped to his seat with his friends following behind him. Once he was gone, you turned to Ashido with a gentle smile on your face.

“Thanks Ashido-san.” you graced with widening your smile to make the girl blush. She rubbed her head and giggled, clearly enjoying the attention. But soon her eyes are wide open again as she frowns. 

“[Last name]-chan~” she whined.”I told you to call me Ashido-CHAN not Ashido-SAN.” She threw you a pout as you laughed at her antics. They waved your hands in front of you to show the girl she can calm down.

“Alright, alright Ashido-chan.” The girls face comically brightened up as the new nickname. He hugs you tightly, smashing her cheek against yours. 

“YAY!” you pulled back from the hug, happy to see the pink-skinned girl with a big smile on her face. You pulled out a small white bag, tied with a pink ribbon at the top. The little bag was just barely transparent, and through that transparency, one could just barely make out the little frosted sugar cookies rescind in the bag.

“Say, Ashido-cahn,” the girl whipped around so fast you swore she was gonna get whiplash. “How about I-”

The classroom door slammed open, revealing the teacher. Wait- when the hell did so many students come into the classroom??

“Alright class…It's time to fill out your high school applications..” Your teacher sighs, clearly tired.

He hands out the applications row by row. You sadly pout. You were about to give Ashido some cookies in return for her helping you, but you guess it'll have to wait till lunch.

You absent-mindedly scribble down your name and the letters ‘U.A’ at the top.

—⊹𓈒 ε❤︎︭з𓈒⊹

The familiar ring of the school bell echoed through the halls. Every classroom's doors burst open with students trying to get to the lunchroom in order to hog a table. 

You slipped out from your classroom once the rush was gone. You try to look around for Ashido. One that you didn't take into account, was the fact that Ashido might’ve gone with said rush.

The crowd in the lunch room was a bit too big, so you decided to try and look for her outside. Once outside, you heard some yelling around the corner. Being the nosy nancy you are, you decide to take a peek.

What you weren’t expecting was for some random guy to be getting beaten up by some other randos. What the hell. You just wanted to give Mina some cookies.

It didn’t look like they were gonna stop anytime soon, so you decided to take things into your own hands. You can’t just stand by and watch someone get beat. You turned you, and your clothes, into gas. More specifically, fog. 

Your barely visible body sneaks behind the boys, them being too focused on kicking the boy half-to-death. Your body, now cold to the touch, slithered across the boy’s arms. They all unanimously shivered, looking around to find the perpetrator. 

You slowly croached, just barely missing the way the black and blue boy opened his eyes to see why they weren’t kicking him anymore. You touched one of the bullies' shoes and turned it into stone. 

He yelped in surprise before trying to lift his shoes up. After finding out they were too heavy, he looked to his friends for help. But they were scared still. The guys slowly turned to look behind him, and all he saw was a blurry figure with solid teeth looking down on him. Spoiler alert: that's you. You decided it would be a little fun to make your teeth normal in order to look like some sort of mandela catalog case. You touched your toe to the guy’s shoe and turned it back to normal.

The three goons took off running while you giggled hysterically. Your enjoyment made you unconsciously take off your quirk. Though your clothes stayed foggy. It took you an embarrassingly long time to notice the beaten boy was staring at you like you hung the moon.

You calm down your giggling and stare back. 

“H-hey..that was so…” his voice had a somewhat rustic edge to it, it reminded you of a movie character.

“MANLY!” 

…

Excuse me?

…’Manly’???

Before you could even ask, he goes on an overly excited rant. The light in the boy’s eyes made you shut up about any resistance . you couldn’t just crush his excitement like that.

“But, I mean like-DUDE. That was crazy cool! I mean, are you like medusa? Y'know, like that one Greek god-err goddess? Whatever, anyways I was super surprised when that jerk’s shoes turned into stone,  like dude whaaaaaaaat?! But still, thanks a lot dude! Er..dudette? But, basically I was trying to defend a guy who was getting bullied by those other dudes. so..I took the brunt of it. I’m still glad he got away…”

You blinked once. Twice. Your face soon turned into a big, fat, frown. How heartless does someone have to be to try and beat up a guy just trying to help. And what about the guy they were previously bullied? C'mon dude, that's just mean.

You looked at his crestfallen face, he was obviously disappointed that he couldn’t do more to help. You sent him a small smile as you dug through your school bag. You picked out the familiar white bag and set it in front of the boy.

He looked at you curiously. “Cookies.” you explained. “To make you cheer up. I’m sure you were..what was it? Oh! Manly!” you playfully flexed your bicep and smiled at him. The boy’s eyes sparkled.

“Hey-”

“OHMIGOSH [Last name]! Why the hell is that guy next to you all beat up!?” Of course she was here when you just gave away the very cookies you wanted her to have.

She ran up to both of you, concerned etched on her face. She squatted down, moving her hands up to your face. She moved your head side to side in order to check for injuries. She sighed in relief when she didn't find any.

“Ok, you're good…so what the hell happened to you?!” she turned to the black haired boy. 

“Oh um..i’m fine.” he sheepishly rubbed his head. “If it weren't for this totally manly gal here to save me, I'm sure the injuries would've been a lot worse.”

Ashido sighed before giving the boy a stern talk-to. But in the next second, Ashido was moving her arms around in wild gestures. The boy’s eyes followed along. And in the next second they’re breakdancing. Yes, breakdancing. You mean, yeah the guy’s bad at it and all and your honestly surprised he can even dance after that-

“Cmon [Last name]-chan! Join us!”

“Huh?”

That's the story of how you were breakdancing for the rest of lunch.

—⊹𓈒 ε❤︎︭з𓈒⊹

You sing a little tune while putting up more desserts on your aunt’s display. Macaroons of various flavors, Key lime pie, Tiramisu, German choco-

“[Name]-SAN! ARE YOU HERE?!” 

“Inasa-kun!” 

The boy in all his glory stood proudly at the reception desk. The employee working there was confused as to why he didn't just talk to her instead. You frantically wave him over as he excitedly runs up to you.

“[Name]-SAN! I’m glad to see you being so passionate about your baking skills!” He was always so loud. Not that you minded, you’ve gotten used to your aunt’s yelling. “SAY! How has your studying been? You're applying to U.A as well yeah? OH! Can I have a key lime pie?!”

You giggled at his sudden request. You quickly snuck a slice of the pie in the display, siding onto a plate and handing it to Inasa. “Enjoy~! You’re a pretty big guy, so eat up!”

He took up the plate and started eating it hurriedly. You sweatdropped at his speed. The pie wasn’t going anywhere…

In the blink of an eye, the pie was completely gone. Disintegrated even. He faced you with a bright and wide smile.

“THANK YOU, [Name]-SAN!” He said it with such emphasis that it made your smile widen. He handed you the money with a firm pat to your hand. You clenched the money in your fist. At least he had the guts to pay up front.

“Were you that hungry Inasa?” you asked him with a teasing smile.

The boy shakes his head rapidly. “ABSOLUTELY! I need as much energy as I can get in order to train my quirk to full capacity! Recommendation tests are right around the corner!”

That's right! You had almost forgotten he was recommended. By who? You have no idea, but they clearly saw his talent and you're glad for him. Plus, it's nice to see him so passionate and serious about his recommendation. You know a lot of people who would jump the gun and would immediately get egotistical about it.

After a bit of chatting with Inasa, you send him off with a smile. He’s right though. U.A exams are only ten months away. Even if it sounds like a while, you absolutely swear that it’ll go by in a flash. Maybe even faster than that.

You sigh as you flip the sign on your aunt's glass door, Open to closed. You walk down the hall, spotting a hung up mirror on the wall. You clench your fists tightly. 

Only ten months before U.A…

You look in the mirror, its reflective surface capturing the determined glint in your eye. 

By the time the exams come..you’ll be ready!

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GREETINGS! 

uhh, since I'm a bittt biased,  you're gonna go to school with Mina and Kirishima. sorry if they aren't your all time favorites. (I have no regrets.)

Sooo, my updating schedule is practically nonexistent so don't expect and too soon. I'll try and make the love interest list soon, so comment who you want to be shown in the story!

except Shinso. I do NOT fw him like that.

Whishing you a lovely day<3

[kings-highway]

Trick or treat!

hello hello hello thank you for arriving at my door! for you, my lovely giant gay robot, i have curated a never-before-seen Ushiten drabble, written while I wait for my landlord to finish repairing the towel rack. Its about birthdays, its about autism, its about friendship, enjoy~

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Ushijima has never really celebrated his birthday anyway. After his father had left, that kind of childish, big celebration had been pushed aside. His mother would give him a gift, something quiet and practical, new shoes, new sweater, books or something he needed for school. She'd make him his favourite meal, and then the day would be over. Ushijima wasn't really even sure if any of the other kids at school had known it was his birthday, but if they did, they didn't mention it. He was used to the affair being quiet and unassuming - unimportant.

So he's not particularly bothered by spending the day on his own. Shiratorizawa was a boarding school, even at the middle school grades, so he'd been celebrating his birthdays like this for some time now. He doesn't even think its worth mentioning to the new team - its his first year at the high school, first year with the team, first year with this roommate, none of it feels... relevant. Why should he make a big deal about something he doesnt care about?

He got a text from his mother that morning - nothing so far has come in from his father, but technically it's still yesterday for him, so he thinks maybe he just didnt consider the time change.

He unlocks the door to his dorm, but gets halfway through the process before finding out the door was already unlocked. With a frown, he pushes open the door, calling out a greeting and inciting the intruder - one fellow first year Tendou Satori - to shriek in surprise, trip himself backwards off the chair he was standing on, and flail all the way to the ground. Ushijima starts moving reflexively to try and catch him, but pretty much everything about this is flawed from the start. Although it's technically successful, it's clumsy and impractical and Tendou's gangly limbs have already started thrashing and twisting around, and apparently likes being held or supported about as much as a feral cat would.

So Ushijima lets him go, looking up at what he's been hanging on the wall and-

"Happy Birthday?" he reads off the banner.

Tendou, trying to catch his breath and recover from his scare, looks up at him with a red face.

"Yeah. It's your B-day, ain't it?"

"Uhh..."

"Sorry it's... a little lackluster. There would have been more, I promise, but I only figured out tmit was today like an hour ago. And I thought you'd be out longer."

Ushijima turns to face him. "What's happening?"

Tendou stares back, before straightening up and saying: "Well I was trying to throw you a surprise birthday party, but clearly there's a solar flare or something interrupting my guesswork because you came back really quick."

"I always go in the morning," Ushijima agrees.

"Its summer vaycay? Why are you at the gym on your birthday?"

"...I like it?"

"Weirdo," Tendou sings, before clearing his voice and opening his arms, as if becoming a different character entirely. "Either way, bienvenue à la birthday, Leon is picking up a cake right about now, and Semi is on his way over from his mum's."

"...Why?"

"Because it's your birthday," Tendou repeats, more firmly. "Are you dense or something? What about this is hard to understand?"

"I didnt ask anyone to come over," Ushijima says, a spark of panic glowing in his chest.

"I know, I know," Tendou says. "But you can't celebrate your birthday alone, that-" he cuts himself off, perhaps finally switching that intuition of his back on as he gets a look at Ushijima again, who has started flexing his hands, turning slowly to look over the room.

"I wasn't planning on celebrating like this," he says.

"Oh," Tendou says. "You really don't like surprises, do you?"

"I didn't ask people to come over," Ushijima replies. "I don't need them to bring me things, it is not that important to me, I don't... want to spend the evening in a group of people."

"Its not... just people, we're you're friends-"

"But you're still people," Ushijima says. "Who in short order will be in my room for an indeterminate amount of time and I will not be able to control when they leave nor will I be able to leave myself because I will already be home and-"

"Okay," Tendou says, putting his hands up and approaching slowly. "No worries at all. I can text the other guys, and they will stay away. We can just call it off."

Ushijima takes a slow breath.

He is beginning to think that maybe his lack of birthday celebrations was not, actually, lack of investment on his mother's part.

"Everyone will be annoyed, or mad, that they put the effort in, we should-"

"Hey, Ushi," Tendou says. "That's not your problem. Let me take care of it. Its your birthday, so you get to celebrate however you want. Thems the rules."

Ushijima nods slightly, looking back at him and trying to take in the sincerity in his expression. He's only known Tendou for a few months, but he's an odd little fellow, all spikey features and curled lips and exaggerated expressions. Ushijims thinks this is a new one, though, this kindness. He'd always just seemed... well, for lack of a kinder term, self-serving.

"You really won't be upset? That I'm refusing your party?"

Tendou smiles, shrugs, and says: "Hey, life's a lot more fun when you indulge everyone's weird little quirks. I'll plan something you like next year."

Ushijima frowns. "That sounded-"

"Like a threat? You betcha."

And this makes Ushijims smile. Almost. He thinks he would smile, but he doesnt feel his face do it. Maybe, he thinks, its because that althought Tendou joked about being a threat, it was more of a promise. And a promise meant that Tendou wanted to stick around at least that long.

"Thank you," Ushijima says, and Tendou gives him a mock salute, then turns and waltzes off to the door.

"Oh!" he says, turning around as he opens the door, pointing at him. "But you will have to put up with the gift. Its there on your desk-" Ushijims glances over to see the neat, cleanly wrapped narrow box. "Spoiler alert, its chocolate, but I... uh... did it wrong, so maybe dont eat it. But it's the thought that counts, right?"

Even from here, Ushijima can see the little gift tag hanging from the bow, and the messy, scratchy writing, where Tendou has tagged the gift not from himself or a group, but under the title of 'your bff.'

It is interesting, Ushijima thinks, that he would not have needed to know who it was from to understand the vague gift tag. He would have known. He's only known him a few months, but he would have known.

"Yes," Ushijima agrees, looking back to where Tendou was. "It is the thought that counts."

[thealmightyemprex]

Fantasy Month :BBC's the Hobbit

So Ive been covering a lot of Middle Earth adaptations this month,and this is another,in this case a radio production of the Hobbit adapted by actor Michael Kilgariff .Ive actually been planning to cover this one for a while but I was a little intimidated to listen to it as some say this is the best adaptation of the Hobbit.Thankfully I enjoyed it so much I breezed through it in a day

I also listened to this on Dragon Appreciation Day,so happy late Dragon Appreciation Day

In this 1968 Radio Play ,a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins (Paul Daneman ) is selected by the wizard Gandalf (Heron Carvic ) to help a group of Dwarves reclaim their mountain and treasure from the dragon Smaug (Francis de Wolff )

......I was really charmed by this.The big was a favorite of mine when younger and I adore the Rankin/Bass adaptation so this had big shoes to fill,and this is a damn fine adaptation .The Hobbit is a delightfuly charming story and this Radio play captures that ,by the end of this I was smiling ear to ear .I like the kind of Rennisance Fair type music,love the modulated voices on the more otherworldly creatures like Goblins,Elves ,Spiders ,Birds,WArgs ,Trolls and Smaug and the story hits some good emotional beats (I especially like the Elf king showing respect to Bilbo )

I think the cast is mostly good Leonard Fenton is particularly good as the elf king,Peter Pratt(The second Master from Doctor Who) is a very good Balin and Wolfe Morris is VERY creepy as Gollum

The performance I was underwhelmed by is Francis de Wolff as Smaug .Hes not bad by any means,and Ive seen DeWolff in other stuff (Disneys Treasure Island and FRom Russia With Love ) and he isnt bad actor.......But the voice kind of felt like a generic evil guy to me ,I think Smaug needs a bit more to him

Only performance I didnt like was the Lord of the Eagles as I found his voice too grating .....But I cant find who played him

Now let s get to the main 3 performances as I have the most to say about them

Heron Carvic is.....Not what I expected .Carvic's voice is very thin and light ,when I am so used to the grey wizard having a deep yet warm voice,I'll admit I didnt like his performance at first....BUT Carvic nails th mysterious kind of playfulness of Gandalf present in the Hobbit and by the final scene that warmth comes through and he had grown on me

The two best aspects about this production have to be Paul Daneman as Bilbo and John Justin as Thorin .

Daneman is an amazing lead ,he nails the comedy but above all he is very likable,I adore the scene where he gives Bard and the Elf King the Arkenstone and his excitement upon actually slaying a giant spider .I also think it was a brillaint move to have Bilbo interact with the Narrator and I love his relationship with Thorin

The scene stealer however is John Justin who is....The best Thorin .Now Justin is no stranger to fantasy playing the romantic hero King Ahmed in The Thief of Bagdad in 1940,and he REALLLY impresses as Thorin .Now I love Hans Conried portrayal in the Rankin/Bass film ,but John Justin gives layers to Thorin ,and I love how he plays both Thorins tender moments as wellas the greed fueled madness,especially when he attacks Bilbo near the end and yet I still got chocked up at his final scene

I will say some of the prononciations are a little weird but thats a minor gripe

OVeralll I loved this production and reccomend it to folks just getting into Tolkien

@the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @ariel-seagull-wings

@theancientvaleofsoulmaking @amalthea9 @filmcityworld1

@princesssarisa @barbossas-wench @countesspetofi

[jsckhasfeelings]

makes my blood boil about how intensely we fear being fat. i express any leftist opinion online while being fat and im "unrapeable" or a whale, or stupid or lazy 0or any other measure of descriptors that could justify a man not wanting to speak to me. in life, i have had very few men ever be civil to me (other than coworkers, because they have to) on the basis that i do not adhere to the beauty standard. i have had very few male friends because all of the ones that were my friends allowed or made fatphobic jokes within earshot of me, heard others make fat jokes about me and were fine with it, or employed a reasoning that proved they had not moved past the midnset that men are taught as boys. a shoe too big for a small boy, but one he grows into as a man, one that stomps women, one that stomps other men, one that stands on one's own neck.

did you know that fatphobia is applied more to fat women than to fat men? fat women are the least likely to be considered for a position, whether high paying or low paying, and in that position are paid much less than their skinny male, fat male, or skinny female coworkers. maybe you didnt, i knew. ive known since i was the only kid no one talked to in school and i could never figure out why. ive known since everyone on my dad's side of the family talked about my weight, while my male cousins and my own dad got to weigh whatever he wanted. when people talked about the "fat girls" but those words always spat out of the mouths of fat men, fat boys. i was manipulated by a man larger than me in a relationship and yet his reputation for all the shitty things he did to me, bodyshaming, blatant lying, ect., he never got punished. because i am ugly, fat, and the world's discard.

wanna know the real reason men hold the beauty standard so high? because it gives them an outlet to blame us. the standard isn't real, sure it's tangible, when you look at someone you know where they fall on the scale, how close to that impossible beauty standard they are. you aren't supposed to know the standard. you aren't supposed to be able to be the standard. a small few can reach it, then when they do it is used against them. if you are in that standard, they sexualize you, if you are not, they treat you like less than nothing. some men do both, if they are particularly talented at nothing else in life.

notice that the focus on beauty standards leads to men blaming women for problems that men created. clothes not in your size at the local target? "lose weight fatty" using the train of thought that you need to change to fit the standard, the standard does not need to change to fit you. allowing for women in bigger bodies to have clothes that fit them is not a concern of basic human rights for them, it is a concern that their standard for who deserves to feel fashionable may have some opposition. they are fearful of this moment being shifted into another, a moment where these bodies are not wracked with shame, disrespect, and disgust. because it dismantles them. it dismantles the belief that they built, because it allows them to remain in a position where they are able to reinforce the idea that your body is the problem, not them, not the standard they created.

i do not trust many people, because i do not believe in most people's ability to correctly reason themselves out of the mindset of their oppressor. not because i am mad at them for being a victim of the system, but because i am mad at them for being able to hear the thoughts that come from themselves and i know in my heart that it is the same logic that would be used to attack them under another circumstance, in another body. and i know in my heart that it has been used to attack me also in every stage of my life. granted, i am no treasure to be held, im quite awkward and i care about this stuff a lot so it's a lot of my thoughts and im quite out of touch with popular games and music or hobbies, the ways that people think and talk. i'm not mad at them for ignoring what a gem i am, but i am mad because i know they employ an oppressors mindset. if they ignored my for my personality, id be fine, but none of them even know me well enough to do so, because the only thing a male ran society sees when it looks at me is someone who is not worth knowing.

[fipindustries]

my personal version of the trinity

im talking about the dc super heroes, batman superman and wonder woman, not the son the father and the holy spirit.

i've always had my own version of these characters is my head and i would like to put it here for you guys to see. im sure a lot of this is going to overlap what a lot of what's already been done, that is inevitable give these characters longevity.

in a general sense, before we get into specifics, the way i think of these three, and of dc heroes in general, is that wherever they are they are the adults in the room. they are the conception that a kid has of an adult. professional, mature, always in control, always knows what to do in any situation, nearly omnipotent capacity to make all problems go away.

for these three i think of them as first responders, as firemen or paramedics. they are the people who come into a diaster, assess the situation and have a plan and a script to tackle it in the appropiate manner.

they know how to evacuate civilians, how to administer first aid, what is the order of priorities, etc. when they come in to save the day they are doing a job and they are good at it, they are the best at it, they are the people you want handling whatever it is that is happening.

all of this implies a certain level of maturity and professionalism that i expect from them. im not a fan of whenever these heroes are shown as super emotional, wether it be driven by rage or brooding, we have marvel for that. like yes, things can obviously get to them and enemies can deploy psychological attacks but generally they are emotionally mature enough to handle most things thrown their way.

i also like to think of them as mainly problem solvers rather than fighters or combatants (with the exception perhaps of wonder woman, more on that later). them simply going with raw fists to punch problems away is an absolute last resort if there is no other way to solve the problem. otherwise they toolset is wide enough that they can find clever, efficient, practical ways to deal with threats. im sure there are few threats superman cant solve without making judicious and calculated use of his super speed and his laser. double and triple goes for batman.

also, if i were to have absolute dictatorial control over DC i would make it so that they are not necessarily fighting a monster of the week style threat but rather that they have overarching goals and every mission is a step closer to that goal. and once their respective cities are stable enough they are free to establish the justice league to protect the world of overzised threats like alien invasions or pandimentional attacks.

without further ado here we go

superman.

honestly not much new, the guy has been done flawlessly plenty of times. i am particularly fond of the superman from My adventures with superman. perhaps i would write him a lot less childish but otherwise it seems there are plenty of writers that get the guy. he is a decent, truly kind man from kansas, who was well raised by a loving family and who grew up in a stable enviroment surrounded by friends. probably one of the healthiest persons out there, also one of the most resilient, in more ways than one. a guy who is willing to lend his surplus of strength, both physical and personal for the sake of others since he understands not everyone can handle things all on their own and so he is happy to help wherever he can.

he is perhaps a little corny, a little too straight laced, almost to the point of coming off as naive. if you didnt know him well you'd think he is just a boring goodie two shoes boy scout, but once you get to know him you realize he is just disarmingly earnest and sincere in all he does. he is such a dad, too. he makes bad jokes and gets overly excited for big sales and wears shorts with socks and sandals and he insist that you get horrible matching sweaters on christmas. his clak kent persona is not a mask, he is genuenly a dork. also he is a true journalist, he actually cares a lot about his job at the daily planet and takes super seriously whenever he has to do investigative journalism or an interview of a high profile figure.

i dont think he hates lex luthor, he is just really frustrated that a man that brilliant would waste his gift in such petty sillyness. his biggest flaw is that he can be overcome by self doubts, maybe its is wrong that he shoud be having all this power, maybe he is becoming too authoritarian by trying to fix all the worlds problems, how does he know what the most responsible way to use his powers is? is it his right to interfere in affairs of humanity when he is technically an alien? oh god maybe luthor has a point, maybe he shouldnt be here, he doesnt know what he is doing! he is just a farmer from kansas!

his ultimate mission, his overall, overarching goal, would be to take lex luthor down, the main source of most villainy and evil happening in metropolis. but he insists on doing it the right way, getting proper evidence, writing actual news articles, showing through all legitimate channels that lex is a crook and a criminal, which is the reason it takes so long. of course he could capture luthor in ten seconds flat but then he would have to deal with attacking a private citizen, with the criminal system, with the trials and with the terrible hit that it would signify for superman's reputation.

he thinks bruce needs to relax a little, and honestly the whole bat thing is a little silly. but also he deeply profoundly respects the fact that bruce is doing all of it on his own, no kriptonian powers gifted from on high, and he genuenly thinks of him as a true friend. he sometimes even feels a little inadecuate next to bruce because bruce is obviously the smarter of the two and the guy who always seems to be most in control of the situation and who always has a plan, making clark feel like he is just making it up as he goes along and he is just wasting his time picking cats from trees and stopping petty theft.

as for diana he is downright intimidated by her and he is a bit put off by the fact that she is clearly way more comfortable with violence than the other two guys. but again, he can sense she has a kind heart and is also a true hero.

clark secretly feels like the lamest of the three because he is just a guy trying to help around and the other two are like parangons of righteousness and borderline demigods, he doesnt realize the other two basically idolize him.

batman.

he is a really intense dude.

again, im not interested in a batman that is too tortured. the batman from the 70's-80's hit a pretty good balance in my mind. he is still a person. a very obsessive, intense, dedicated and disciplined person but a person at the end of the day, none of that "there is only batman" nonesense here, at least not early on. yes he is a guy haunted by his demons and carrying a terrible turmoil on the inside, but he is generally good at keeping in check. this does manifest in issues on the long term though, on a macro level. on the way he keeps cycling robins, the way that as the years go by he never seems to be able to move on to something better and specially in the way that he ends up by the end of it all. batman of the future did this perfectly, a bitter lonely old man who pushed most people away.

but on a day to day basis, on a mission to mission rythm, he is well adjusted. he is a team player, he doesnt push his sidekicks or collaborators too far (but he does go out of his way to carry most of the weight of the mission, which makes many of his robins think he underestimates them or doesnt take them seriously, when in reality he is just trying to protect them) he knows how to dial down the whole dark knight persona when dealing with civilians, he keeps his strength firmly in check so as to never unnecesarily brutalize the criminals he fights against. he puts way more priority in stealth and trickery than face to face confrontations.

he is stoic and he is overtly serious and formal, but when its just him and clark and diana he does allow himself to make more casual commentary or maybe ever crack and incredibly wry, dry as pavement joke. whilst around most civilians he comes off as intense and brooding clark and diana can tell he is just a little awkward (and possibly autistic?) and his rigid behavior is just a shield he uses.

bruce wayne is just him masking, we all know his playboy millionaire persona and im not going to go too deep into that. he can be "normal", he can relax when he is at the manor with alphred and dick or todd or tim or damian. he is generally a quiet guy, very introspective. very ocassionally he will let out his more impish side (there is still inside of him a child who never got a chance to be a child) he is an adult who chose to dress up as a bat and build himself a bat cave and a batmobil. he is a little whimsical, and he will pull little pranks on robin or alphred or whatever. but when the cowl is on he is back to strictly bussiness

he doesnt hate the joker, honestly he has bigger problems in his plate, but he does find him incredibly annoying and aggravating, that someone would cause so much evil for basically no reason. his biggest flaw is that he can be a bit too cold and calculating and he has a tendency to be self destructive in how he insists carrying all the problems of the world and push himself too far

his overall cause would be to try and fix the fundamental rot in gotham that is making it so that it keeps producing nothing but corrupt politicians, brutal cops and deranged lunatics, where any attempt at reform or to inject money into the system to fix things keeps getting absorbed and redirected into the city's criminal underbelly. batman is there as a shock to the system, trying to surgically unclog and fix a broken machine so that the actual proper channels and institutions start doing their goddamn job and set the city on a better path. honestly the colorful supervillains are almost a distraction of his day to day work, they are just the symptoms of a deeper problem and not the disease he is desperatly trying to cure.

he doesnt for even a second think that clark is lame or naive or silly. bruce almost idolizes clark because he sees in him a shining resplandescent example of a healthy, kind, pure good man, something bruce is convinced he could never be due to his "inner darkness" (this is just bruce being silly). to bruce superman is what a hero should be and batman is what he has no option but to become since he is only a man. in time he will come to see clark as a person rather than an idol in a pedestal and finally as the one friend he can truly trust on and even be vulnerable around.

diana he also deeply respects because he sees in her a disciplined warrior ready to do whatever needs to be done in the name of justice. and again, his more whimsical side cant help but find it a bit cool that she is a true mythological figure who came from a mystical lost island. whever he is on a mission he feels she is the only person who speaks his language, except when they butt heads over her wanting to confront a problem head on and him trying to do more sneaky meanuvers.

wonder woman.

she is a woman of the world.

in my head she would be the most cosmopolitan of the trio, also she can be a bit of and outsider given that bruce and clark are ultimatly americans and she is a foreigner from a wildly different culture. but she finds enough things in common with the other two that she can make it work out.

in my head she is primarily a warrior from a warrior culture. she is a paladin, righteous, devoted, and perhaps a little single minded. but she is not just a fighter, she comes from themyschira as a diplomat, she is after all a princess, she is adroit at politics, at diplomacy, at negotiation, although she does tend to prefer to negotiate mainly by projecting strength. she is above all things honorable. she makes oaths and she will give her life for those oaths.

she is also incredibly kind and warm. of the three she is the one that loves humanity and all of its children with the most warmth. whereas superman can come off as too nice and batman too correct she is the one that can be genuenly comforting when she needs to. she loves to learn and interact with new cultures, after all there is a whole world out there to explore. she speaks like 30 languages, is very well verse in world history and she is familiar with world politics. she has shaken the hand of multiple kings, queens and presidents. of the three she is the easiest to talk to, even if she does come off as a bit old fashioned at times.

but once again, she is a warrior. of the three she is the fastest to go to the sword and the one who has the least issues with killing if necessary. superman absolutely never does it unless its like a kaiju or an eldritch abomination or an army of robots. batman doesnt do it *directly* but he is not going to go too out of his way to stop a villain from getting hoisted by his own petard. diana will just do it, with her own hands if she has to. she doesnt take glee on it and she doesnt rush to do it but she wont hesitate either.

she can be a little brusque and a little strongheaded. once she makes a desition is incredibly hard to make her change her mind or slow down. batman has learn to work with it and try his best to make plans that accomodate that. clark will protest a little and then throw his arm in the air and follow her in whatever she decided has to be done.

her overall mission is of a larger scope than the other two. again, she is a woman of themischyra but more than that she is a woman of the world. the threats she faces, gods, demigods and other mythological beings, tend to operate on a world stage and so she is flying to multiple countries trying to contain the capricious whims of the gods and protect mortals from their dangerous games.

she barely sees her enemies as people. to be fair most of her enemies are manticores, minotaurs, plagues, or gods. but also when she comes across people like max lord she just sees evil that has to be vanquished and that is the end of it. her biggest flaw is that she has a tendency towards black and white thinking.

she is the tallest of the three, by like a full head. also the bulkiest. batman is musuclar but lean, fibrous, he puts emphasis on stealth and cleverness than raw strength. superman is muscular but in a very sculptural way. his big muscles are more a battery of the power he absorbs from our sun. his strength doesnt come from how big his muscles actually are. diana is a tank, she has a big frame and is built like a lumberjack. she is not perfectly cut and shredded, she has body fat, she is beefy.

she sees clack as basically a god since is the primary frame of reference that she has for someone whit the kinds of powers he has. she doesnt have the highest opinion of gods given her greek upbringing, so she sees clark a bit as "one of the good ones". she finds his boy scout routine adorable and his refusal to kill a little childish, and sometimes she is a little patronizing with him, but ultimatly she loves him like a brother. she's so proud of him.

she sort of doesnt know what to make of bruce. he is obviously a formidable warrior, and for a mortal man, the things he can do are truly impressive, also he lives by a code of honor and has a higher calling, and she respects that a lot, but sometimes she doesnt get why he wastes so much time sneaking around and playing with his little toys. that is not the way a warrior is supposed to fight. but, well, he does get results, so ultimatly she trusts him

***

at the end of the day, they are friends. maybe coworkers at first but after a few years of putting their lives on the line for each other they have true loyalty. driven closer for their work but also for the fact that they are truly at the top of the hero game and it can be pretty lonely at the top and sometimes all they have is each other.

[midnigtartist]

hide, hunt, or skin for dotty? no pressure to answer all three, pick whichever you like, i just like hearing 'bout your girl /chinhands

Tyty!

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

Dotty feels like shes an ineffectual person, she doesnt see herself as particularly strong willed or having much agency in her life. Things just happen to her and shes not strong enough to stop them. Any success she has is luck and any failures are inevitable. Shes a sweet nihilist waiting for the other shoe to drop

That doesnt mean she doesnt fight like hell for the things she cares about though, recklessly and stupidly. And where ever she feels like she not enough on her own she happy to turn herself over to a higher power

Hag wants her eye to get rid of the tadpole? Easy. Mystra wants the Crown? Of course. Anything you ask. Its no longer Gales choice, shes doing it

The only reason she didnt make the deal with Raphael is bc Mystra wants it.

[jupitercl0uds]

sudden wave of misery ruins everything take a vent about ballet lessons

lately ive been missing taking ballet lessons and wish i kept doing it. i dunno why, i just do. back when i was 3-6, i did jazz, then tap, then ballet every wednesday. i kinda hated it, but i didn't really have a choice, and i enjoyed it enough to not want to quit.

in february, we'd do a show and that was always fun. i then would hate march, when we'd do rewards night. i only ever went to 2 rewards nights and i hated both and almost cried at both. the first year, i got 1 reward: participation. the second, i got 'most improved'. i was miserable when my friend amber was sat there with 3 different trophies and going up for more, meanwhile i was still yet to get mine. she even complained about it to me.

i could never dance like everyone else. i could never smile like everyone else. i could never do good like everyone else, but god i wanted to. i tried and tried and tried and nothing worked.

when i was 7, we moved house and i didnt like any of the local dance groups. i wanted to go to my old one, and that was a 4 hour drive away, if you're really lucky with traffic. so, i quit.

as i said, i've been missing ballet since, but particularly now. now, when my motor skills are at an all time low besides fine motor skills. now, when i pass by the local dance shop and look at the pointe shoes and this 1 fabulous tutu. and i want to go back. i want to do tap again. i want to do jazz. i even want to do ballet, which was my least favourite of the three. and i can't

one of my plans is to join a rowing club in sixth form. one of the things my town is known for is having a fairly important river running right through it, surrounding the town centre. i really enjoyed rowing the last time i did it, and i certainly enjoy rowing machines, so yeah, that makes sense

but rowing isnt dance and that's what i want to do.

[c-vomitoria]

tribute to the pigeon squad

gonna start using this blog to post various (mis)adventures i go on and what better way to start than with my best friends in all the world

besties <333

ive been around this flock for about 1 and a half years and ive gotten to know a few stand-out individuals so heres the ones ive named over that time !!! most of them are gone, either migrated away or dead i'm not sure, if they're still around i'll mention it specifically

this little guy's the first pigeon i ever thought to ascribe a name to after i saw them a few separate times at the subway station before work, their name is big boss

they were missing an eye and always hung around the back of the group not really stepping in with the others, i always tossed them some extra scraps of my breakfast away from the main group bc otherwise they'd never get their share. kept seeing them around for about 2 weeks or so at the station before they stopped showing up, i didn't name any others until i started going to the "main" feeding spot for the local flock a few months later.

this right here is acci! short for accipiter bc theyre a vicious beast, very much unlike big boss they never hesitated to jump into the crowd and slap other pigeons around with their wings for the best feeding spots or just for the hell of it. shown here consuming the flesh of a distant cousin (they *really* liked chicken whenever i brought any)

as much of a menace as acci was to the rest of the flock they were also the first one to get all attached to me and always sat on my arm whenever i came over with snacks, it was like their special perch and they always wanted to be hand fed

laelaps here didnt come around very often but always had a commanding presence, they usually hung back and just watched but never got bullied by anyone and would throw their weight around without much opposition if they did decide to step in. never got close to me but never gave the impression of being scared either, very respectable birb.

cheetodust (on the right) or just cheeto for short! every bit as scrunkly and scraggly in behaviour as they look. i'm not sure what was up with their cere for it to get all orange and crusty but the last couple times i saw them it seemed to be shedding with a more normal whitish cere underneath. this guy shat on my hands more than anyone else. no fear, no fucks given. not particularly aggressive or respected but very good at opportunistically darting around.

prima, queen of vermin. one my absolute favourites and one of the prettiest birds to ever live i will die on this hill no purebred show pigeon could EVER compete with this most regal of street urchins. i saw them around for a good while and they've always been pretty aloof, eventually they saw fit to sit on my shoes but for the most part they hung around in the back of the flock watching everything play out.

i was heartbroken when i'd counted a full month without seeing them but the other day i saw a pigeon with almost the same exact feather patterns on the head & upper torso mixed in with a standard wild morph on the rest of the body and i like to believe it's one of prima's offspring after they flew off somewhere else to find a mate. this bird is divinely protected and no harm can be allowed to reach them

if anyone can genuinely be called the big boss of the flock it's probably stalin here. theyve been around longer than almost anyone else, theyre still here, always patrolling up and down the street looking for the best bits of scraps and more pigeons to push around. if they want something they fight for it *hard*, and while other pigeons usually stop at hisses or wing slaps i've seen this particular old theropod bite their flock-mates on the neck over some grain. it never takes long for other pigeons to back down but they keep pressing afterwards just to drive it in.

just like with acci they also like to hang around me a lot, i guess it makes sense the tough brawler types aren't so scared of humans. they never really did it to get special food access though, they'd just sit there and preen or look around.

haku mainly stands out for being a real looker, with those big flashes of iridescence bordering their white chest. they're fairly run-of-the-mill socially, maybe even unusually so somehow. never causing any trouble or running into anyone, never getting into fights, never being pushed around either. just foraging where there's plenty of grain on the ground, staying out of people's way, resting in between snacks. a decent life all in all, and they seem happy about it.

i gave kohaku their name around the same time as haku bc there's some similarities in their appearance, the smaller white patches under the throat + some iridescent bits that don't really show up in this picture. turns out they'd been around for a hell of a lot longer than i thought - this particular picture was taken even before the big boss one, and there'd been several months between my last sighting of big boss and my first sighting of haku. that would make kohaku one of the very first of my named pigeons that i'd ever encountered, and i just didn't realise this picture *was* kohaku until very recently. and they're still around! i love them so much.

kohaku's always been one to approach me head-on and want to be hand-fed, and they do have a bit of the attitude that tends to go with that but not as much as the others. a little bit pushy maybe, but not as dirty and scrappy as cheeto or just plain brutish as acci or stalin. they don't fight very much they just take up space and don't budge. but they're almost always the first to get there.

next we have the uruk-hai trio:

ugluk,

mauhur,

and lugdush. the latter's the only one of these i still see nowadays, and theyre living a pretty comfortable existence with the present cast at the flocking spots. getting well-fed, staying healthy, not really stepping on any toes - which is more or less how i remember ugluk and mauhur too. bit of a far cry from their namesakes, but it is what it is

and here's kuru (in the foreground)! they're a bit of a feisty one, in the first few weeks i'd known them they kinda blended in with haku & the uruks as just a mellow, well-behaved little pigeon but when i see them now they'll sometimes just stand up, puff out their chest, and chase some poor other pigeon around while hissing loudly for no apparent reason. they'll drag it out pretty long too. it's funny bc i don't actually see them fighting over food much, they usually do this well after the food's run out and everyone's just kinda strutting about in the open. i guess that pecking order isn't going to establish itself.

and now we have the newest set - these are all ones i first met after a fairly long hiatus from pigeon-watching. i haven't known them very long yet, but theyre starting to warm up to me and im hoping i can get to know them better soon :}

they are:

halszka,

shri (centred, brown plumage)

oksoko,

shuvuuia (foreground), & barsbold (middle)

something i find really special about these ones is how their feather patterns & colours have this sort of "wild" naturalistic look to them, like what you'd expect to see living in the forests or on the plains. not quite as striking as prima, ugluk, or haku but very nice to look at nonetheless.

anyway! i may post more about these pigeons in the future and maybe more if i decided i can recognise any others! this can be just a neat introduction to all the lil dinosaur friends ive known in the time ive been around here i like them all very much and i hope anyone reading this will like them too

[fxirybun]

too damn true!!! i also feel like with ur last point that ppl dont seem to remember as easily compared to previous times? for instance whenever theres a "new" tiktok trend i look at it and realise its not actually "new" just something that the newer generations seem to think they created or made it new again.

its like kids or teens nowadays are so focused on their online life that they forget things have been done before in a less than new way so to see aesthetics that have been around long before thenselves come back as an aesthetic more than a lifestyle baffles me. particularly with y2k, not only do the 00s feel too long ago ngl we had so much good stuff but its like if you search it on youtube all ppl say is how trashy it was just because they didnt live in the era of it or they put an importance of aesthetics without realising they really wouldnt cope without the internet but its more so they prefer how something looks from that era, than anything else, i dont think anyones whos chronically online (myself included) would realistically want to have zero internet in current times it really gives fomo honestly its so bad.

if u arent doing what everyone else is doing its so bad making us feel further behind bc time aint slowing down for nobody. we 30 somethings had a lot too but i feel that gen z just dont realise the difference in society between then and now and it seems vastly different i cant explain it? thats why i feel like we were in some sort of time alteration device in or around 2019 cause nothings felt normal since then and even ppls behaviours and just the way they "think" has been altered so much and it always has to accomodate to whatever is going on both online and irl, the fact we have to try to mentally separate the online version from our physical selves is bonkers. thats whag i mean its totally different and idk if its a good kind of different or bad. im even seeing this crop up with new generation kpop groups and my faves ultimately they still are very much chronically online even if they are on a break. its actually hard to keep up with this stuff going on all the time hbu?

that reminded me of the whole baggy jeans & flared jeans trend and how my mom told me that these jeans used to put a chokehold on them back in the 90s lol. we be following the 3 Rs rules 😆 : reduce , reuse , recycle.

well.. if the shoes fit , fits them 🤷‍♀️ and the majority of teens are usually in their experimenting phase wherein they get to try new things that they're curious about. been there , done that ◔_◔ an example would be my little brother who's in his mid-teen years. he's experimenting with some clothes and would mix n match them cuz it's "trendy". i find his fashion questionable because of the layered tops and pants he's wearing 😭 like bro it's freakin hot outside and you're going to wear that ?? tho i'm not gonna stop him , letting him explore and find his niche (˘̩̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

you know the whole "emo phase" back in the early 2000s and how people would throw shade on it ? well surprise surprise cuz tara yummy , johnnie guilbert , and jake webster are trending , and how their goth / emo fashion is making its way on trends.

gen z's are individuals who aren't afraid to express their opinions and are pretty much self-aware as to what's going on in this world. i find it admirable because their voices are being used to change the current societal expectations of what the govt or any politician had established.

i do feel that the whole pandemic was a major catalyst for all of us and how everything seems to be happening too fast. but i kid you not with this one cuz some of the millennials and gen x peeps i know irl has been noticing how we gen z's have no presence in mind and that we have short attention spans 😭

well , they're right with that one cuz i noticed it from my blockmates , the younger students , and my skibidi toilet siblings. and you shouldn't feel bad about not being able to catch up cuz i'm on the same page as you lmao ( T_T)＼(^-^ ) i had no idea what a "fanum tax" meant not until my little brother who's a gen alpha told me its meaning 💀 there's a new wave of slangs too and how i was left in confucius at first but i got a hold on it over time.

[99izms]

an astral kiss

/ digital love (fluff) 1.7kct

lyric synopsis: last night / i had a dream about you

hueningkai couldnt help the massive crush he developed on you recently. everyone knows a lonely subconscious that finds its way to a close friend can be the most lethal thing to ones psyche. some people could even go from hating someone to having a desperate love for them after one inconvenient night. unfortunately for kai, a single cute dream where you two were too close for comfort has triggered the most painstakingly violent love for you, and he has no idea what to do now.

nothing much had really happened in the dream– well, nothing that soobin and taehyun had teamed up to mock him for after an inappropriate assumption. it was far more innocent than that.

he was just with you, dancing to fun, energetic music that he doesnt think he’d usually be interested in on a regular basis, but hes dancing with you in a dream, so its the best music hes ever heard. although he had heard many people say when love hits, everything quiets, kai noticed the music and rhythm became louder. your eyes glimmered and your arms wrapped around his neck. his stomach began to turn, but he still leaned in.

sun beams that shone through a somber bedroom window interrupted you two, much to his dismay. he laid in his bed for a moment before screaming into his pillow, knowing his relationship with you is forever changed after this god forsaken dream. he wishes he got to kiss you, though, since he probably wont have the chance any time soon.

-

“hi, hyuka.” your smile would usually make him happy, but only in a platonic way at that time, however, now? oh, now, he felt he could just melt to your feet at how sweet your smile looked suddenly. the word ‘happy’ couldnt possibly contain the vastness of how hopelessly he felt to be next to you. he didnt even need to hold or kiss you, he just wanted to be near you and see how your eyes squint when the corners of your lips curve upwards.

he wanted to always be the reason you smiled, and it made him ecstatic to know you were smiling at him currently. he wanted to be your jester, just so he could see the way you laugh so hard your eyes glimmer due to the moisture forming in them. he knew it would be difficult, though, only because he laughs at his own jokes too. he’ll try not to, for you.

when he hugged you as a greeting, it brought him back to the cruel dream he had, the dream that brought him so close to your lips then pushed him back into reality.

“whats up?” he said in faux calmness. his heart was racing.

you shrugged, taking off your shoes while telling him vaguely about your day. you told him about what you ate, the cute dog you saw on the street, how tired you felt, and anything else you think of. kai found it charming the way you told him nothing important, yet everything at the same time. he never knew the big things about your day, yet he knew the shoe color of a pretty old lady you complimented today. he loved your tangents.

“sounds like you had a long day, y/n,” he smiled, bringing you a glass of water while you flopped down on his couch.

you groaned and kicked your feet, agreeing semi-sarcastically. “you have no idea, babe.”

his heart jumped in his ribcage, wishing it could run to you in this moment and just hug you. maybe it should just be patient, itll have its time.

“i was gonna ask if you wanted to play this new game with me, but you should really take a nap.” kai sat in front of the couch, his head close to your face.

you looked at him with sympathetic eyes. you offered to play with him anyway, but he assured you it was alright to rest instead. he wouldve hated to keep you up for a selfish reason, anyway.

“do you want a change of clothes to sleep in?” kai asked.

he got you one of yeonjuns particularly comfortable hoodies—per your request—that kai stole from him and a pair of sweatpants.

kai didnt want to be creepy, so he didnt watch you sleep, but the urge was undeniably there.

-

there was a group of eight of your friends watching a movie that, honestly, kai couldnt repeat the plot of. he was watching the film through your eyes.

the scenes where the attractive male love interest was front and center made you smile the most, and, though hueningkai assumed he would be more jealous, he couldnt muster any negative emotions when looking at the small details that adorn your face.

he thought your eyebags were stunning, the cutest things hes ever seen. he loves the wrinkles surrounding your lips, because, as hes mentioned a thousand times before, your smile brings him to life. he always noticed how your lips get extremely chapped due to how often you lick them when you get anxious about something. your lips used to bleed a lot, too.

theyre all things youd probably become embarrassed about if he’d told you about this, so he never would, but he’ll always admire you quietly, and from afar.

“hyuka?” you asked.

kai realized you were now directly looking in his eyes, head cocked to one side.

“what? sorry, i didnt hear you,” he apologized before he began fiddling with his fingers.

“do you wanna go make more popcorn?”

you raised the popcorn bucket to show him it was empty. kai nodded and stood up while putting his hand out as leverage to pick you up. his hands perched on your waist while one of yours was on his shoulder. 

“that movies so boring,” you whispered over to hueningkais ear.

he furrowed his eyebrows. “you look so interested though.”

“cause the guy in it is cute.”

only then did kai feel badly, more insecure than anything. he had thoughts that he should work out more, maybe style his hair better, more similarly to the leading love interest in the boring movie. he got lost in his thoughts while preparing the bags of popcorn.

“do you think the girl in the movie is pretty?” you asked while throwing out the popcorn kernels at the bottom of the bucket your friends were sharing. the bucket was so large that some kernels didnt roll properly into the garbage, which gave you more of an excuse to avert your gaze.

kai didnt know how to respond. he hadnt been watching the movie, really, but he didnt have the guts to compliment you instead. hes not good at opening up.

“im not sure,” he mumbled as a cop-out, “i wasnt really paying attention to the movie. its pretty boring.”

you finally looked in his eyes and gave him an upside down smile. you nodded and blinked slowly before continuing to prepare the popcorn by his side.

-

kai didnt know what to do anymore. he didnt know how to be normal around you. he desperately wanted to be as close to you as he possibly could be, but he didnt want to scare you off. he started to bite his cheeks in punishment whenever his fingers tried to crawl closer to yours.

his friends noticed the way he looked to you first whenever he made a joke or asked for the groups opinion on something, and they noticed that he held his cheeks to cool them down when he thought no one was around to see.

“youve been looking so red recently, hyuka, are you feeling alright?” you asked, placing your palm innocently on his cheek and forehead, checking his temperature before realizing he was warm, but not feverish. “are you developing rosacea or something? have you been in the sun too long?”

the genuine concern on your face made all of your friends roll their eyes; theres no way youre that naïve. still, you caressed his cheeks gently, trying to check for any dangerous marks or bumps forming.

“hes fine,” soobin called out with a small smile, “he just feels embarrassed whenever hes around you.”

your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted, asking kai what you did wrong to have him suddenly become embarrassed around you. his body temperature raised to the point he felt he would pass out.

“fuck you,” kai muttered to soobin with a smirk, covering his face in shame before trying to find the courage to finally admit to you what had been going on for the past couple months.

your other friends laughed off kais curses and continued their walk down the street, leaving you and your boy to talk.

“whats been going on? youve been acting weird, and i thought i was reading too much into it, but clearly its you.” you crossed your arms, trying to read his expression for any sign of his feelings. as always, hes unreadable.

the butterflies in kais stomach were tantamount to the questions in your head, and, even if he could verbalize the love and admiration he had for you, there was no way youd understand it.

theres a point where the night meets day, where theres a sliver of time, a small moment where the essence of life exist, and yet, if forced to choose between holding life and you, he’d hold you tighter than he’d know how to. who knew that a dream where he didnt even get to kiss you would lead to love as deep as cleopatra and mark antony?

“i had a dream where we danced together at a party, kinda, and at the end we kissed, but i woke up before we actually kissed. ive been crushing on you super hard since then, and im sorry if this ruins the friendship, because i really appreciate your companionship and its okay if-“

you hushed him softly. a hand was lovingly placed on his cheek and you chuckled at how nervous he looked. “its alright, hyuka.”

he felt his eyes water. “is it?”

you nodded and ghosted the features around his face. he doesnt cry, and you didnt want to be the reason he does in this moment.

“it is,” you reassured, “and id love to go dancing with you. i think your dream was just a premonition.”

-

a/n: for some reason certain apostrophes were really bothering me while i was writing, so im sorry for the lack of cohesion on the grammar lol i know its annoying my bad