#i won't elaborate. unless somebody asks and then i will elaborate

[theoneandmolly]

Yugioh is like fighting games

[theplutodeity]

TO FORGIVE AND FORGET

REQUESTED BY: @princeasimdiya12 - "So for my request, can you write a oneshot where Izuku doesn't forgive Bakugou please? It happens after Bakugou's "apologizes" to Izuku in front of their class but Izuku refuses to accept before passing out. When they get to the dorms, he elaborates on why he won't forgive his tormentor in front of their class."

Thank you for your request! I hope you like this! <3 WORD COUNT: 2.0k words

The memory replayed in the freckled boy’s mind. The exact angle Bakugou bent his upper body towards Midoriya, the exact words he uttered towards the boy. The rain. But at the same time, it felt fake. The things around him felt fake, too. Was this set-up? Bakugou never really changed from middle school, it’s only been a year since middle school, how much could a person change within a year? Some to most people would label Midoriya’s mindset as “unheroic”. However, he’s being honest: how much could a person, who’s corrupted most of his childhood, change within a year? He’ll tell you the answer: Unless there was some sort of quirk that could permanently change someone’s personality: it would take years to change. Especially with a mindset like his.

“I’m sorry for everything I did.” 

Izuku only felt distrust and confusion.

Why now?--

Why would he apologise now? 

Midoriya’s eyes fluttered open, staring at the ceiling that saved him from the rain outside. The recent memory long forgotten as everything else overtook his senses. The plush of the mattress felt softer than normal, has it been that long that he’s forgotten the feeling of these beds? Inhaling felt like a chore, same with exhaling. However, Midoriya pushed himself to keep breathing. His eyes softened as he took in his surroundings: he was in his dorm, apparently. It felt too bright, for some reason. As the drowsiness slipped away from his body, he sat up.

He expected someone to be next to him, but instead he found a chair that was slightly wet. The colour of the seat and the backrest was darkened, meaning somebody must’ve been next to him this entire time. They only recently left. 

Midoriya’s entire body felt as though it’d collapse within seconds, but he used whatever remained of his strength to push his body backwards until it was flush against his bed. In an attempt to keep his mind busy, he tried to recall the dream he had.

Bakugou apologising.

His frown began to grow more prominent, he really didn’t like it. The apology. Did the blond expect him to tell him that years of burdens weighed upon his shoulders, words that drove him to the brink of doing insane things to prove those phrases wrong, and the mentality he ruined were all okay and that he’d forget about it? Forgive and forget all of it?

Izuku looked down at his hands.

He was still in the same clothes he was in when he was outside, he smelled a bit odd. He probably should take a shower when he gets his strength back. However, his clothes felt drier than they did earlier. He didn’t like the sticky feeling that clothes gave him when they were wet. 

The door creaked open, two people talking as the gap between the door and it’s frame widened. Izuku looked up and spotted Kirishima wrapping a white bandana around his head while a towel rested upon his shoulders, Denki following behind him with hair clips in his hair. They seemed to be talking about what to do with all this drama, making it a light-hearted joke to lighten up the mood between them. 

However, the moment they spotted Izuku sitting up on the bed, they both froze. Although, it took barely a few seconds for them to snap back into it, Denki rushing to the edge of Izuku’s bed, Kirishima calling for Uraraka to ask if there’s any food left over for Midoriya. 

“Good god, man! You’re finally awake, sleeping after making such a scene with Kacchan is such a powerful move, dude!” Denki blurted, his grin widening as Izuku raised an eyebrow at his attitude. Kirishima shuffled to punch Kaminari’s shoulder to tell him to calm down, chuckling.

“Are you okay, man? You slept for a while. Kinda got scared that you died in your sleep or something, haha!” Kirishima jokes, moving to pat Midoriya’s back softly to let him know he’s here. It felt tense within the dorms, especially after Bakugou apologising to Midoriya and the latter falling into a deep sleep. Hell, Kirishima hasn’t seen Bakugou so vulnerable before, especially in the rain. 

The redhead remembers how Bakugou had told him that he absolutely hated how the rain felt on him. It ended up becoming a joke within the little group that included his friends, but he knew the blond meant it. His eyes drifted down to Midoriya’s hands, how the boy fiddled with them when he thought about something.

“Hey–” Kirishima was quickly cut off by Mineta’s urge to kick the door open, somehow with his tiny height. Mineta moved around so he could be face to face with Midoriya, grabbing the boy’s shoulders as he stood on a stool to seem more dramatic. 

“What the hell was that!? I got a ton of questions for you, how could you easily reject that hothead’s apology, greenie!? How were you not scared of being sent to hell by the man himself!?--” Mineta screamed, shaking the injured boy as much as he could. To which Denki called Sero to tape the boy up, obviously concerned over Midoriya getting overwhelmed. 

The room stood silent as Kirishima wiped off any droplets of water off his face with the towel he had, Sero tying a bow as he finished tying up Mineta and Denki biting his nail as he had to stop himself from asking the question they all wanted to ask.

Midoriya, however, wanted to go back to sleep. Seriously…

Was him rejecting Bakugou’s apology something to make such a big fuss about?

Izuku thought about it for a second, before sighing. Yeah… Yeah, it was. 

“Alright I can’t do this anymore!! Why did you reject his apology? I’m curious, man! What was that phrase!? Curiosity killed the cat– but satisfaction brought it back, I’m the cat man, tell me!” Denki cried, tugging at his own hair softly to emphasise his need to know what the hell went wrong. 

Kirishima stared at Denki, but slowly looked over to Midoriya. Saying nothing, but it was obvious he was curious too.

“I might as well listen too, you always have a good reason to do stuff, Midoriya. So what happened?” Sero butted in, squatting and sitting next to a silent Mineta, who frantically nodded as best as he could. 

The green-haired boy sat there, still and silent. He opened his mouth once, twice, and managed to pull out only a singular word.

“Change..?” Midoriya began, though it sounded more like a question than an answer to what they were curious about. Izuku bit his lip and scratched his neck. “I suppose, ah.. It’s… Unnatural.” That’s what caught their attention,

‘Unnatural’.

“Ehh..? Unnatural? What’s that supposed to mean?” Kirishima spoke up, sitting down on the edge of the boy’s bed. Denki was happy with standing, playing with a hairclip he took out of his hand.

“I don’t know… Don’t you find it weird…?” Izuku sighed, feeling guilty as he let the words he’s been thinking of this entire time out. He gulped down the guilt and fear of other’s opinions, he knew this was the best choice. Not forgiving him. 

“I get he’s changing, I mean, we all are, right? We’re becoming heroes and that’s amazing! But– It’s been barely a year, and we’ve gone through so much, and things might be a bit difficult for some of us, but for Kacchan to… Apologise about everything he’s done to me doesn’t feel like enough.” Midoriya explained, looking back down at his calloused hands, the same hands which carried the weight of others' opinions, the same ones that he’s used to save multiples, to fight. 

“He’s done so much. How could I say ‘it's okay’? How can I say ‘I'm sorry, too.’? How could I say that to a person like him? Nobody…” He paused, debating on genuinely saying this outloud. “Nobody can change that quickly, can they…?” Midoriya muttered, picking at the dead skin around his nails. 

Kirishima looked down at his own feet, black and white socks covering them, biting the inner part of his cheek as he mulled over Midoriya’s words, Sero seemed to understand, whilst Denki processed it all: nodding slowly. 

“You saw him. You’re friends with Kacchan now, right? He’s never changed. I know, he will one day, maybe. But that's in the future– it doesn’t feel right now.” Midoriya stopped talking, feeling as though he’s blurted too much again. Nobody really spoke, until Denki walked towards Midoriya and ruffled his hair. 

“Yeah.” Denki sighed, scratching his chin. “I guess I kind of get it, man. Hard to get over it.” He crossed his arms and shook his head, Sero following suit: before walking towards Midoriya and patting the boy’s back. 

“It’s your thing, we don’t really get to choose how you feel, man.” Sero shrugged, deciding it’s not his place to really say anything. He wasn’t incredibly close to Midoriya, having his own circle he interacted with most. Though, he decided it was a good idea to drag Mineta out of here, so he did so. Leaving.

Kirishima, though. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, hell, even Denki had to stop himself from grabbing the man: mainly because he could tell he wanted to say something.

“Haha, i’ll go make sure nobody’s eating all your food, man! I bet Ojiro’s gonna knock most of it down by accident!” Denki exclaimed, waving happily to both of them and shutting the door.

Midoriya stared, confused at why Kirishima was so quiet.

“You know, I– get the whole ‘cant change’ thing, man. But why do you think he can’t..?” Kirishima spoke up, finally looking Midoriya in the eyes as he swallowed down the words he wanted to ask: ‘Do you think nobody can change, even if they tried hard enough?’, he couldn’t ask that. This wasn’t about him, but his friend.

Midoriya’s bottom lip quivered as he sighed right after, scratching his head. Eugh, he really has to wash his hair. It’s sort of stiff.

“Kacchan isn’t the best person.” Midoriya muttered, “He has a lot of potential, he can become a hero, but that won’t… Excuse anything he does. He can’t say ‘sorry’ and be done with it, Kirishima. It doesn’t work like that. He– he tormented me. It feels dramatic, I can be dramatic sometimes, but Kirishima…” He trailed off, leaning into the back of the bed frame. He couldn’t find the words he wanted to say, he knew Kirishima and Bakugou’s bond was special, the boy having made the blond a slightly better person over the months, but he couldn’t find anything to say about the blond, to reassure him that maybe, just maybe they could grow close one day.

“Nah. I get it, man.” Kirishima sighed, getting up. He stretched his legs and popped his spine, smiling at Midoriya. “I was just curious, you’ve got your reasons. It was real manly of you to express yourself, instead of just saying that it was fine and getting it over with! Good on you, dude.” Kirishima grinned, his smile faltering as he heard someone– most likely Denki or Mineta– screaming, eyeing the door before looking back at Midoriya. “You wanna join us, man? It might help you to talk to some more people.” He suggested, offering a hand.

Midoriya smiled, shifting around in bed. His legs dangling off the bed, using Kirishima’s hand to pull himself up. Kirishima made sure to hold Izuku’s upper arm to stabilise him, the latter not shaking him off. 

“That’ll be nice.” Izuku agreed, allowing Kirishima to help him out of his room. However, he noticed a blond head of hair disappear into the stairwell. Izuku stared at the spot for a while, before walking with Kirishima towards the stairwell to reach the lounge at the ground floor. 

Midoriya chewed his inner cheek.

Maybe one day he could forgive him, but he doubts it.

It's too much to forgive, and the burdens that weighed upon his shoulders in the past were hard to forget.

[fakesimp]

Koninnit!

Can I pretty please request headcanons for (Luxiem) with a flat chested reader that constantly likes to confuse people with her gender (like dressing up as a boy one day and the next day she's looking like a model?)

Totally not self indulgent I think this is fun, feel free to ignore this tho! Have a awesome day/ night/ afternoon

Crossdressing, With Luxiem

Warning !

Fluff ; Crack ; Mentions of Crossdressing ; Fem ! Reader

A/n !

Haiwo ! Sorry it took a while for me to answer this.. (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) but I do hope you enjoy this ! Apologies in advance if they're ooc (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

➶◜◝➴

Vox Akuma

Is going to be confused.

When he first saw you, he was convinced that you're a guy !

He almost thought that he was gay when his heart skip a beat when he sees you.

He started to question himself internally, but if he is turning out gay for you. He doesn't mind.

And then the next day comes, only for him not to see you anywhere.

Or so he thought.

He sees you as a whole different person, like what in the sorcery magic did you do to yourself over night????

You were a guy yesterday, how did you become a damn sexy woman the next day?????

He's going to ask his friends about it, definitely not convinced you are the same guy he sees yesterday.

Until he finally manage to see your face clearly, you were confused why is he staring so closely at you.

"What happened to you? What did you do to yourself??"

"Uh? Elaborate???"

"I was convinced that I was gay."

"?????????? "

But after knowing you can be both handsomely hot, and be sexy woman-

He's such a sucker for you, you know how he is with ike? Yeah, but to you instead.

Mysta Rias

He was amazed how cool you looked when he first sees you.

He would steal glances at you.

Would also be confused why is his heart beating so fast for a guy?

Is he gay now? What-

The next day comes, when he walked pass you, he stopped.

He turned around and stared at your back, confused.

Your face seems familiar, at first he thought that you had a twin.

He had that thought almost a week until one day, he asked you about it

"Hey, where's your twin?"

"Twin??? What in the actual- I'm the only child in the family, what makes you think I have a twin?"

"Huh????? Then, what happened to you- the dude? Wha???"

"Ah.. About that."

He listened to you throughout the explaination about the crossdressing you do

He would definitely be amazed but still confused, at least you manage to explain to him that you're born as a female.

Don't worry, he's taking his time to get used to you changing your, ...gender? No, fashion?

"I really need to get used to you being both a guy and a woman."

"You'll manage."

Luca Kaneshiro

This man.

He noticed, but he won't say anything about it. For now.

He would just go on with the day like usual, talking and joked around with you and his friends.

Till one day he asked about it,

"Say, why do you, uh keep changing your fashion ?"

"What? ...Oh, just for fun you know"

"You're changing yourself from men to women for fun???? Pog!"

It doesn't really bother him honestly, he cheers you on for it !

Wouldn't ask much about it since you seems happy with what you're doing so it doesn't really bother the man

Unless something happened that made you uncomfy, he'll come and save the day ! Like a golden boi he is.

"What's wrong? Did something happened? Don't worry! I'll fight them off if somebody pick up on your fashion!"

Ike Eveland

It would genuinely surprise him.

But he'll definitely support you ! As long as you're happy with what you're doing

He'll never judge you for it !

Though it would take sometime for him to get used to your fashion changes, but he will. Don't worry.

He's lowkey want to help you with it, but too shy to ask for it.

But if you actually asked his help, he's going to feel ecstatic about it

"Hey Ike? Can you lend me a hand?"

"M-my help? Sure! I'll do what I can!"

"Though... May, I ask you something? ..Why is it that you, like to dress yourself, as a boy? Oh! You don't have to answer me if that question made you uncomfortable!"

He's a good boy, he'll listen to your explanation if you do answer him

He'll apologize if you said that it is a bit of a sensitive topic

"Me? Oh I don't mind with you dressing up the way you are, as long as you're happy with it!"

Shu Yamino

Is questioning it but won't ask you about it

He'll probably keep quiet about it until you bought the topic up yourself

Even if the curiosity are eating him up, he doesn't want to intrude on your private life

If he finally got the chance, he'll shyly ask you about it

"Hey, ...sorry if this sounds offensive to you, but, I was wondering.. why, do you like to dress yourself like this?"

"Hm? Why do you ask?"

"O-oh! I was just, uh, a bit curious about it.. though you don't have to answer me if it's, a bit, uncomfortable for you to answer.."

He's genuinely curious, why would you dress yourself the opposite gender

And no he's not going to judge you about it, he'll definitely lend a hand if you need help

So don't be shy to ask for his help ! He'll try his best to help you !

"Oh! Hey, what's up? Hm? You need help? Sure, I'll help you, what do you need?"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG IT HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR WAY TOO LONG I'M SO SORRY HUUU (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) ;;

[gardensnakie]

You always seem to have really interesting thoughts and perspectives when asked about various theories, stories, and concepts (I started reading The Summer Hikaru Died thanks to you /pos) so I’m curious: What do you think of hanahaki?

(Oh yay, it's a good story ^^)

For the hanahaki trope, I've never gotten an interest in it but I've heard the idea every know and then. I haven't read anything about it, but I got the basics of how it works so my opinion is based off surface level ideas and my elaboration

The disease that can only be cured if someone's love for somebody else is reciprocated is scary. I'm sure in some cases it doesn't necessarily have to be romantic love that would cure someone, but I'll focus on it because that's the main idea for most stories with hanahaki.

If someone close to me had hanahaki disease and it was getting worse because I didn't reciprocate that love, I would try my best to reciprocate it the best I can in that situation because I don't want this person to die.

I think there can be many possibilities and scenarios. My thoughts are running around trying to narrow down at least one outcome.

There can be aggression, a person demanding openness from the infected other so they know how to love them in a way they want so they won't die. The person can care endlessly and be determined to save the infected other, but still couldn't imagine kissing or marrying them among other things. I'm not sure how to explain it, since I'm not interested in romantic relationships and I honestly lean more into the idea of queer platonic relationships.

I dont think I could ever develop hanahaki disease if I lived in a universe where that happened. It's a trope that would give plot holes unless authors elaborated on it because I don't believe in the idea that there is only one person in life for someone else- soul mates basically. But I never experienced romantic love for someone so I wouldn't know how that feels.

If there was a character like that, with a lack of romantic interest in people but desperate for connection, I think they would do anything to save the person who is dying from their love for them. Even if that love is so different.

Yes, that character would cuddle with them, hold their hand, give them gifts, care, spend time with them, and they would have to believe it would be enough because they are so happy having someone else who loves them too- but again, that love is different, leaving the infected other to long for something they can't have

"Do you feel unloved?"

"What can I do?"

"I really do love you, why... " why aren't you getting better?

Is there any room for compromise? If moving on isn't a choice and the infected other dies, what would all that effort mean? A refusal to kiss should be better than an ingenuine one. Was this love not enough, was that love too much?

What makes it so different? Was it physical, was it emotional, what did it lack? All love is different and people see it in different ways and it is so vast, so even if one tries their absolute best there is always a risk of it failing and leaving to grave consequences. Does openness amount to the value of love? Would sharing our feelings cure it all, how vulnerable can somebody be and still fail to convince another they truly love them?

Its like- a spiritual force to cure the disease I think. What does the disease rely on, is it the victim's beliefs on what love is and what love they receive, does the disease find it different or is it the person first? Can it be reversed if the person just 'moves on'? It's never that easy.

I also think it's easy to grow cold toward a person with hanahaki disease and is in love with you. Like a 'you can hate me instead of love me' kind of idea. Forcing somebody out of love so they can be cured is a more cruel solution. Being set on being apathetic should at least make some difference. But it brings question of codependent victims of the disease. There's a lot! There's a lot of possibilities and I think it could be very interesting, and I'm sure there might be stories like this but I've never tried seeking them out.

[revclver-jesus]

Oooh, that's an interesting interpretation :o! Especially that I've personally always imagined the exact opposite! As in, physicality tends to be the easiest way to "even out" social "ineptness", for the lack of better word. Most people, when lost on how to form out a positive verbal response (be it thankfulness, sympathy, etc.) AND make it feel unmistakably genuine, tend to just default to simply touching one another. It's also the easiest to "internalize", like, in this particular example, say, recognizing that a child clinging to his forearm seems to find the act somewhat soothing, hence he could probably enhance that, by patting them on the head, or something. And Takaya, specifically, always strucked me as someone who just couldn't care less what is happening to his body, as long as he doesn't feel invaded or threatened, so if hugging somebody gets him out of an emotionally uncomfortable situation, then it's a non-existent price to pay. But also genuinely interesting polar opposite interpretation on your end and I am very glad I sent that ask. Have a nice day :3

(( Hmmm!! Interesting, interesting... I think I see how we're getting the opposite interpretation here! Which is totally valid, because Takaya is just so mysterious in the original game tbh! But unfortunately--- I desperately want to elaborate and you have activated more rambling in me I apologize ahead of time lmao.......

See, I don't think Takaya is socially inept, since apparently Atlus describes him as being "charismatic" and convincing people to his cause, like a politician. He's emotionally inept. And only about his own emotions. Very big difference. He may be weird but he makes it look on purpose if that makes sense lol. He's the cult leader archetype, extremely unusual to most but somehow mesmerizing to the lost and downtrodden. As he says " People hear what they want to hear. " He's emotionally... opportunistic, if manipulative isn't the word, not simply because he's evil but because this is how a traumatized man hides behind 20 layers of smokescreen and emotional disassociation. Takaya holds his head high and aims to be untouchable by tragedy, which basically just means he fears being vulnerable. He does not grieve, he just rationalizes away the need for emotion and calls it acceptance. So basically, his way with words is HOW he gets out of unwanted situations.

He can talk to a dying child and tell them everything's going to be ok and this was meant to happen because words are just words to him, he'll say whatever you need to hear. But that facade cannot endure real request for closeness. He MUST keep his distance. He's charismatic, convincing. But to be so vulnerable and saccharine as to open his arms to actually embrace the child? Suddenly that's much too real, suddenly they're something tangible that is dying and he is losing them-- that's risking real attachment in a world he won't be in for long. Takaya is the wrong lesson to learn from death and loss, he is apathy, and so he cannot heal someone else in that way touch does, he has to talk them into simply not needing that comfort. He has to talk you into his death cult. He can't be a warm presence in the same way the protagonist learns to be. He doesn't know warmth. He's cold as death. If he tries to hold you now, you will immediately see exactly how cold he is, how bitter it is to be held and then let go. But if he decorates despair in poetry and flowers, he can keep you at an arms length.

Takaya doesn't care about his physical body, very true, he takes awful care of it as evident by his appearance. In fact I even headcanon that he has an apathy based eating disorder, but-- that's all due to his depression and being a reckless masochist tempting death lmao. He'll take a million beatings, smoke since he was 16, skip a few too many meals, but he won't accept a hug. He won't accept the touch of another person unless its to push him away.

.... ANYWAYS thank you for enduring the essay if you read that lol-- I hope you have a good day too !! ))

[brokentoys]

She needn't say that, Eddie knew Artemis wouldn't have expressed such macabre opinions or thoughts. The mass of humanity wouldn't. Death or murder, unless executed by the law, was seen as taboo, & something that frightened people, especially if it's of their own desires. Had she met him in college, Eddie would've been the same, too. Sure, he had violent thoughts back then. But he had never dreamt to act on them. They were, what he considered, to be intrusive. Cerebral images he pushed into the very back of his brain to forget.

But that was before the Riddler. The Riddler had desensitized Eddie to bloodshed. & he's even learned that such tendencies for murder can even be human instinct. Now, Eddie could bring up inflicting harm upon someone without hesitation.

The way she spoke about the hypothetical better days of this man's absence . . . Eddie took it as a prayer. Artemis may insist on her well - being, but Eddie sincerely believed she wanted him gone, no matter the how. Would he bother to ask her if he could go scare the man out of university, or worse ? It was something he had considered. But the more words she fed his ears, the more he realized he will do something. There was nothing holding him back now.

Worse . . . worse, worse, worse. As someone who has been through ' worse, ' her implication wrapped around his lungs, & squeezed them; not allowing him the luxury of air. His stomach felt as though there was somebody inside it with a spoon, stirring its contents around, & making him feel nauseous. If one was to look closer at Eddie, there was this faint shake to him. His concern wanted to ask Artemis for elaboration - but he knew it wasn't the right time for it. Maybe in the next minute. Or perhaps the next week. Right now, though, they had to focus on the current problem at hand.

❝ Never hesitate, ❞ he immediately said, ❝ I'll drop everything for you. ❞

Almost as if mimicking her, he tried to take in a deep breath. Except, it didn't work. His lungs still felt like they struggle for air. So, his breaths were shorter. His hands lied on the table, & clasped together. The digits of those hands drum with a tremble.

❝ It won't be fine. It's not fine if you're choosing to not dress how you want because you - because you fear some disgusting creep will hurt you. You are suffering, ❞ he countered.

❝ I don't know if you believe in a God, or more. But sometimes it doesn't hurt to pray instead of hope. A God may answer you . . . ❞ He rose from his seat, chair pushing back, & he stood tall at over six feet. ❝ & he may send a warrior. ❞

𝐀  𝐃𝐑𝐘  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑   sounded in response to his thoughts  ————  When he had taken the lanyard within his  filthy   hands,  all she wanted to do was   snap    his fingers  ;   but she was far too polite to act on such intrusive thoughts,   and knowing her luck she would be blamed for her actions without a glance in his direction.    ❛❛ I mean,  I wasn’t going to say that out loud  . . .  ❜❜     she reached towards him,   finger knuckles tapping lightly against his hand and taking it in her own,   a vain attempt to soothe whatever was causing him distress.

             ❛❛ Oh.  Things would be so much better if he was gone.  We had class the other day where he didn’t show up,  the atmosphere was so much lighter.  ❜❜     there had been a visible ease within the friends she had made,  almost akin to relief when they learned he wasn’t on campus that day.   Artemis looked up at him when he stopped himself from speaking,  head tilting to the side in a silent question,  before sighing and giving a reassuring squeeze of his hand.

             ❛❛ It’s  . . .  I’ve  . .   I’ve dealt with worse.  ❜❜     the comment slipped without too much thought of their weight  ;   but there was something that didn’t sit well with her,   that she brushed it off so easily because she had experienced worse.    ❛❛ Honestly  . . .  I won’t lie,  there have been one or two times when I’ve wanted to call you,  so you could pick me up after class or something.  ❜❜     she never did though,   never wanting to be a bother,   never wanting to   use   him for her own needs.

             A deep breath was taken into her lungs.    ❛❛ It’ll be fine  . . .  hopefully he’ll drop out or fail the course and next semester I can go back to wearing cute clothes and  . . .  not coming home in a shit mood.  ❜❜   

[aurenflare]

i'm SOBBING i just discovered all the tumblr users in my gsa through very simple means (gay jeopardy)

[sasarahsunshine]

Okay but tentative modern Cinderella AU where Spencer is an orphaned child who was “adopted” by Gideon to basically be his live-in maid, and is taught/conditioned to keep the house clean and tidy, to cook elaborate meals, etc. But he steals books from Gideon's vast library and reads late into the night, just to have something for himself. He’s highly intelligent and learns a lot from the many books (medical, science, maths, etc) he “borrows.”

When he’s in his early twenties there’s an FBI charity gala that Gideon is invited to, and he tells his son, Steven, that he can go too. “There’s someone there I want you to meet,” he says to Steven, “He was an excellent lawyer, and now he’s an even better profiler. He’d make a wonderful husband for you,” he says with a nod.

Spencer, never really having been allowed to go anywhere, asks if he can maybe go too? “I’ll stay out of the way! I won’t be a bother.”

Gideon tells him absolutely not.

Spencer hides away in the backyard with one of his books, trying not to cry.

Before the charity event, one of Gideon's old colleagues comes by to drop something off, but notices the fence to the backyard is open. He wanders back, spotting Spencer, and politely introduces himself, "I'm David Rossi, one of Agent Gideon's old friends."

Spencer is starstruck--of course, he knows who Rossi is! "You started the BAU with him!"

Rossi chuckles, nodding, "I did. And who are you?"

Spencer introduces himself, suddenly very shy and ashamed for having been caught crying in his dirty clothes, clutching a book, in the backyard. Rossi mentions the Charity Gala, saying it's usually boring unless he has someone to show around and talk to, so he invites Spencer along. Spencer tells him that Gideon forbade him from going.

"Forbade you? You're a grown man! A young man, surely, but an adult nonetheless. Here, we have a few hours to kill. Let's go to town and get you a nice suit, maybe a haircut. You'll be my 'date' tonight."

How can Spencer refuse? He knows Gideon will be there but... The place is large enough. Maybe he won't be seen? Plus Rossi is so nice, taking his hand and leading him to his fancy car--Spencer would be a fool to say no.

Rossi buys him a form-fitting suit, and he can't help but look at himself in the full-length mirror and feel emotional. He looks so... handsome. Adult. Like he belongs somewhere, like he's somebody.

He doesn't let the hairstylist cut too much (he kinda likes his hair long), but they put some products in it and make it look fluffy/curly, giving it some sort of shape that isn't just "a mess."

And then they arrive, and Rossi introduces his new friend to some other agents, all the while beaming when he realizes just how intelligent Spencer really is (he had an idea when he spoke to him in the backyard, but now the boy's true personality is shining as he becomes more comfortable, giving small waves and gentle smiles to everyone he meets, rambling about his passions and how the BAU has solved so many cases--Rossi feels like he should snatch this boy right up and put him on his team).

And then Spencer stalls when he sees someone standing on the other side of the room. He can recognize Gideon and Steven well enough, but they aren't who he's looking at. The man he notices is tall, dark, and handsome. He's smiling politely at Gideon, but Spencer can tell he's... bored.

And then the man happens to look past them, and he locks eyes with Spencer. Spencer feels his heart rate increase, his face flushing--Rossi is beside him, smiling, "Oh, that's Aaron Hotchner. He's the new Unit Chief for our team. He's a very quiet man who prefers his privacy over anything else, but he's also a good man."

Spencer can't look away as Aaron is walking right up to him, and then is suddenly standing not even two feet away, holding out his hand with a genuine but small smile, "Hello, I'm afraid we haven't met."

Spencer actually takes his hand, feeling those calloused fingers, his firm grip, lost in those dark eyes that pierce through him as though he's seeing into his very soul, and he finds himself smiling in return. "I'm afraid we haven't," he says in return, shyness ebbing away as something foreign prickles under the surface. Flirtation?

Aaron's smile grows a little, turning Spencer's hand and taking a half step closer, bringing the younger man's knuckles to his lips in a gentleman's kiss, eyes burning with an unknown desire. "There will be dancing," he says quietly, as though they're the only two in the room, "in the ballroom. I must insist you spare a dance for me?"

"You haven't even asked my name," Spencer replies, almost breathless with how tight his chest is.

Aaron looks... smug. Cocky, maybe. Definitely flirting. "But you know mine?" His eyes flicker over to Rossi, who has walked away with a flute of champagne, speaking with some political friends of his. He looks back to Spencer, "I take it Dave told you."

Spencer finds that Aaron released his hand, and it's cold now where they were once touching. He wishes Aaron would hold his hand a little longer. "He did, Agent Hotchner--"

"Aaron," Aaron interrupts, eyes shimmering in the low light of the room, "You may call me Aaron."

"Then you may call me Spencer," Spencer replies, knowing his own delight is shining through his expression. Aaron holds out his arm for Spencer to take, "Then, Spencer," he says quietly, "my insistence still stands. Would you care for a dance with me?"

Spencer takes his arm, his heart pounding a million miles an hour in his chest, his brain short-circuiting as this devilishly handsome man leads him away towards the rented ballroom for the evening. He hears himself reply, though his voice sounds so far away, "I would be delighted. But know that I'm not a very good dancer."

"Just follow my lead," Aaron smiles at him, confident, proud, elegant. There's an air of regality about him. In another life, Spencer muses, Aaron Hotchner was a King.

And in another life-- he knows as he's lead onto the dancefloor among other dancing couples, a hand placed on Aaron's shoulder, the other taken in his palm-- he was the pauper.

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[gil-notskajla]

one thing that doesnt let me sleep at night: how did savathûn fall back on track instantly after her ressurection? what clues did she leave for herself to follow so she could find out her own name, her throne world, the mirror? who or what guided her back?

like, yeah, story confirmed that she regained big chunk of her memory through the mirror, us helping her with it unconciously, but... how did SHE know about any of it all to get there?

she should know about just as much about anything as we did when we woke up in the cosmodrome in destiny 1.

there always is a possibility of immaru helping her but... would he even know its savathûn he is dealing with? was savathûn's physical, visual identity widely known? did he even think of trying to report to vanguard that "oh whoops apparently we can rez hive now and my guardian is krill, what is the procedure in this situation?"

i honestly dont know what is more dangerous in fresh lightbearer savathûn situation: risking hostility of the vanguard OR leading your baby lightbearer into hive nest and risk accidentally getting straight up assasinated by Xivu's forces or just some sword logic enthusiast (although i can imagine savathûn has both power advantage over other hive as well as just simply size advantage, but still, risk is there)

they could have also just entered a nest and be welcomed without any questions, if immaru did his homework he could have a solid knowledge on hive but still, getting to certain locations without a doubt would require savathûn's memeory, like her ship or throneworld which required ritual. it could have been prepeared by her wizards but still she would have to somehow find out there even is a throne world OR that ritual is required

just... imagine ur just some acolyte, you just work there, and queen savathûn, god of lies, the ancient being of unholy knowledge asks you where her fucking house is because she is lost, like???

on one hand, sure ma'am! showing you right away because i want to live!

on the other though, how sure can you be that this information won't spill and wont render you vounerable (remember, she learned her name like two days ago, she doesnt even know hive have parasites inside them at this point probably)

also ther throneworld... unless it reshaped itself upon her return to fit her new identity, how would she know how to reforge it?

oh and last possibility i thought about: she could have told somebody trust worthy of her plans and comand them to find her after the exorcism is over (suposedly she swapped places with osiris after exorcism and liberation, somebody had to take care of him wherever she got teleported to in his place, he wasnt immortal after all, tmsomebody had to be feeding him and also make sure the escape spell would work. this manouver seems like soemthing not possible to pull off complitely alone and have osiris still alive)

idk, there is a lot of untold stuff between her ressurection and her entering mars with her ship and it doesnt let me rest.

just wanted to throw it all out there, would love to hear some thoughts, or perhaps some scraps of lore i could have missed that elaborate on that (i no doubt did miss some stuff). 👀

[isolaradiale]

The dark hues of the evening blended to lighter, softer blues of dawn. With every minute, the creatures of the museum began to slow until they stopped altogether, all at once. Whatever they were doing, they dropped it, and began to move their way to the places they had been before the museum took a turn for the lethal.

The artwork climbed back into their frames, stepped onto their pedestals, and walked back into their display cases. A light rain outside washed all the street paint away, color emptying into the drains in the city. Landscapes let their prisoners out, shutting the windows to their world.

Those unlucky enough to earn a spot on the Wall of Shame reappeared in the lobby, their wounds appearing as colorful splashes of paint, and nothing more.

As the oranges and golds of the sun trickled in through the ornate windows of the museum, a blaring voice interrupted the stillness as the intercom museum sparked to life.

"Goooood moooorning, my lovely little visitors! The door to the museum will be opening shortly. Please make your way back to the lobby in an orderly fashion, and be sure to grab all your belongings!"

As Capella promised, the large wooden doors opened once again, releasing all the prisoners of the museum.

"Thanks for visiting the Tempus Museum! Janus, did you want to say any parting words?" "I'm mortified enough as it is, thank you." Came a muffled voice from behind, sounding much less enthused.

"Aww, somebody's cranky... Well, suit yourself!"

As if to add *Extra Enthusiasm*, as everyone exit the doors, they passed by Capella's invulnerable form as she personally waved everyone goodbye, stickers glittering in the morning sunrise. Janus was still sitting at the reception booth, head in his hands and rubbing his temples.

"Bye bye! Goodbye now! Goodbye! Buh-bye! Bye now!" was the chorus that trailed off as she spoke, bidding farewell to the museum's visitors...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Thank you, everyone, for participating in our recent event: Canvas! As a reminder, you will receive event participation IF:

You've written a starter, thread, mini, or interacted with someone else using the event setting for parts 1, 2, or both.

You've written a 500 word drabble using the setting of the event for parts 1, 2, or both.

You did not have to participate in both parts to receive event credit (so if you only wanted to participate in part 1, it still counts!)

Remember that for participating in the event, you can give yourself 100 stars to use in the marketplace!

A few things have changed as a result of this event, also:

The Tempus Museum has decided to make its home in the Archimedes ward, for now, not far from the Theater of Calliope. Its structure and function is largely the same, but the Optimized Tools won't be there. The artwork won't come to life and attack you, either... during the daytime, that is. You can check out its full description on Archimedes' page!

Janus still takes his place as the museum's curator, and does his best to accommodate guests of the museum. It's not uncommon to see him taking and teaching courses and workshops in the museum, either! He's still polite and eager to help with anything involving the museum and its activities, but if asked questions about the Stars or Spirale, he'll politely explain that he doesn't want to get anyone into trouble. As in the event, on the odd chance that someone is hostile and violent toward him, they'll instantly be killed, and will respawn back in their room.

Thanks again for participating in Canvas! We hope you had a great time!

Frequently Asked Questions:

"Do the things we made turn back to normal?"

Yup! If you didn't destroy it in Part 2 of the event, whatever you made will turn back to normal.

"Will our artwork try to kill us at night?"

Nope! If you took it with you, it's of no danger to you. If you kept it on display at the museum, it's also no danger to you (or anyone else for that matter.) Only the original stock monsters of the museum come to life at night. But unless your muse breaks into the museum, you have nothing to worry about.

The monsters still have their damage invulnerabilities, so unless your muse has a death wish, maybe don't break into the museum without some serious planning. Shady art theft rings will buy your stolen artwork for a hefty price, though, so whether it's worth the risk or not is up to you.

The more often your muse breaks into the museum, the more the monsters will recognize their patterns. Breaking into the museum more than two times is almost impossible, and should be reserved only for the most cunning of thieves.

"What if we made weapons or jewelry? Can we take those back home too?"

Sure! Just know that the weapons will go back to being fragile, and will shatter if used in combat. Any jewelry will look very convincing, but if you try to sell them to anyone, they'll identify it as a fake. Not that they won't buy what you have anyway, but it certainly won't be worth the price of actual precious stones and minerals.

"Can we go back to the museum?"

Yes! It's open to the public from sunrise to sundown, unless there's a nighttime gathering at the museum (which you're free to come up with on your own if you'd like to use it in a setting for a thread.) You could also theoretically break in or sneak in, or hide until the place closes, but you run the risk of running into the guard patrols... or worse.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ (Epilogue)

As the visitors left the building, Capella skipped over to the front desk. Caelum emerged from the darkened corner of the lobby to join her, with the rubber stopper on his cane making soft thumps on the elaborate stone tile.

"Well, that was fun! Thanks for letting us use your museum, Janus." "You're... welcome, I suppose." "Good good! I'll come back here when I make more pieces to show off to the lovely people of our Spirale."

Punctuating this, her hands went up to playfully pat his cheeks.

"Ooookay! Well, until next time! And as for you, Dr. Caelum, I'll see you at this afternoon's meeting or whatever, right?" "Aha, yes I'll be there."

Saluting the both of them, her form vanished into a series of pixels, leaving the other two at the desk. Now that she was gone, the AI turned to give a pointed look at his father.

"...Mmm. Still angry, eh?" Came a chuckle, but the other didn't look so amused.

"You know, at one point, I would have congratulated you for feeling slighted. And I would have celebrated you experiencing such a thing. But you've been around for so long that these things come naturally to you now, don't they? Feelings like being angry... Now I just feel bad when you're upset like any other human."

Another more cheery laugh, and he walked himself over to the doors, motioning the other to follow. With the crowd gone, he could finally step outside and stand on the steps.

"...I am sorry for causing you trouble." "I know." "Good, I'm glad that came across." "I'm still irritated, don't get me wrong." "Yes, yes. I don't doubt it." "And I'm not sure if anyone will come back after such a thing. I wouldn't blame them. I just wanted a place to contribute to this whole thing, and now it's all..."

Sighing, he sat on the first step, watching the rest of the street illuminate in the warm glow of the sunrise. He only realized the old man beside him was trying to sit down when he gave a little huff of effort, and immediately helped his father down beside him.

"Ahh. Much better, thank you." "I could have gotten you a chair..." "Haha, that's alright. If you can sit on the steps, so can I."

For a while, the two sat in silence, watching the streets of Archimedes begin to wake up. Cars stirring, cafes opening, people walking their dogs.

"...Are you doing alright over there?" Janus asked, not turning his head.

"About as well as I can, mmhm." "You still have your migraine medicines down there, right?" "Mmhm. Dr. Lyra has been taking good care of my health, don't worry." "She's the nice one, isn't she? That's a welcome change from the other facility..."

A hand went to the Ai's shoulder, patting it reassuringly.

"Instead of worrying about my health, you should direct that concern inward, Mortimer. You have a place where you can walk around, do all sorts of things humans do. Talk to people, make friends. Play games, read books, paint your lovely canvases. You're not confined to the life we lived three years ago."

Silence followed for a little until the young man leaned against the older one. He must be pushing 70 at this point, right?

"...Are you in a place where you can refer to me by my name? And not that Star code that they made?" "Well, no. Not really. But I don't think anyone's listening. So I don't care~" "Ha! Rebellion got you into this mess, didn't it?" The AI replied with a laugh, earning another from his father.

"Well. Messes that they were, I can still sit with you without you being stuck behind a screen. So even after all the hells we've been through, I'd call that a success. Wouldn't you?"

A smile cracked on his face. They have gone through a lot.

"A success... it's nice to finally call something a success again, father. It's very nice."

[whirlybirdwhat]

Do you read my hero academia?

i watched the anime like. up until the end of the camp arc and then stopped because i had. lots of problems with it lmao. i tried reading it but i did not like the grays and everything that the mangaka likes to use it just looks. dark. and messy. don't like.