#idk if my body built up a tolerance or what but i haven’t been taking crazy amounts

[officialbabayaga]

i’m so happy for those of you that ibuprofen works for but unfortunately that is not me. excedrin migraine my best friend excedrin migraine 😘😘😘😘😘

[littlx-songbxrd]

okok here it is, i don't have a working title yet lol and i wrote the first like three paragraphs a year ago and only now finished it

but uh here it is ig (it's long so below the cut)

oh and i named the characters before i read chog believe it or not so there is no correlation lol

Prologue - Cordelia

May brings with it the memory of battles fought and won and the ever looming presence of a war not quite lost but certainly nowhere near done. As I hand out threadbare blankets around the flickering fires of the temporary war camp, I have to force my mind not to stray to all the people who should be here but are not. Well, the one person, really. I don’t allow myself to dwell, for I know that if I let my heart open to loss, there will be no hope at closing the hole left behind. No one here will tolerate that.

Yet no one criticizes Halen when she fumbles and breaks her fragile composure, storming out of the planning tent, the memories glistening in her eyes threatening to spill over. No, when it’s her, they rush to comfort her, to appease her, and they tell her to take all the time she needs. After all, has the poor girl not been through enough? they whisper pityingly as though we all haven’t lost others to this fight. But, of course, it’s not my place to comment on the actions of the mighty Chosen One. Even if she is my friend.

I look down to find my hands are empty. Tir has taken the last blanket from me without my noticing, and he’s settling down against his pack with his bare feet at the fire. I scowl; he isn’t allowed to speak against Halen either, despite being her older brother.

Heaving a sign, I slump down next to my friend and pull a corner of the blanket over myself. Tir shifts slightly so I can lean against his shoulder. We don’t speak. There are no words big enough to dispel the cloud of grief that hangs over us.

I know Tir is thinking of Zo today, just like he knows I’m thinking of Cherry.

Both of us, I’m sure, are also thinking that Halen ought to be here. She ought to be spilling those tears she always threatens and apologizing meaninglessly for deaths that aren’t her fault. Since when did she choose to be distant and calm? Couldn’t she at least have the decency to break down with the rest of us?

I scowl at a gecko as it skitters through the dirt toward the treeline to the west. I should say something to Halen. I should scream at her, sob at her, cry out until she understands that we need her as a friend, not just a commander.

My mind made up, I stand quickly, earning a confused stare from Tir. “Where are you off to?” he asks, his voice thick.

I shake my head. “Somewhere that isn’t here.”

He chuckles and reaches up to squeeze my hand. It’s enough. He was never one for many words.

I smile sadly down at him and set off to the eastern shore, where the purple and gold tents of the Eneris royal tents have been set up. Their fire and sun emblem shines bright on the tent flaps behind guards dressed in layers upon layers of robes and wraps and blankets. I scoff. The army settled just twenty yards away is shivering under thin blankets and dying fires while the royals and their company dine on mutton and venison. Not that I’ve come to expect anything else from them. They recruited Halen and built this army from the ground up—of course they believe themselves worthy of a few more precious coins exchanged for better conditions.

Even today, the first anniversary of Monvira’s troops storming villages and uprooting lives, they haven’t so much as acknowledged the flood of pain that’s sweeping through their army. I wonder if they even know what May first means to their people.

I stop mid-stride, staring straight ahead at the Strategy tent, where I know Halen spends most of her time these days.

It hits me: May first. The sky is clouded and the birds are silent, but it’s May first and no one bothered telling me that I forgot my birthday. Which was April thirtieth. No one noticed.

Weariness pushes at the back of my eyes, and I blink heavily against the tears blurring my vision. Memories from last year flood my mind as I turn and hurry towards Halen’s private tent. It bares the same colors and seal as the others.

I collapse on her bedroll and let out a single sob.

Last year, on the night of my birthday, Cherry had wrapped a blanket around us both as we stumbled back to our village after a whole day spent together at Renton Lake. She’d kissed my hand and twirled me toward the hut I shared with Halen, giggling in the moonlight, her dark unbound hair spilling over her shoulder like a waterfall of night. The memory rips through me, forcing another sob out of my quaking body.

The next morning, she’d been gone.

I’m not sure how long I lay there, my tears collecting in a pool around my head, but eventually the shaking subsides and leaves behind a solemn heaviness. Only when I hear the tent flap ruffle do I stir. There’s a small gasp, then: “Delia?”

Halen’s nickname for me only makes the smallest dent in my sorrow. I push myself to a sitting position, sure that my face is red and splotchy and my hair wild and tangled. All in all, I don’t blame her for looking taken aback. “Delia, what is it?” she gushes, crouching before me and taking my face in her hands. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”

This is exactly what I wanted when I stormed in here. Now, I nearly laugh. It’s pathetic, really, all this time I’ve spent cleaning up after Halen, chasing her, thinking maybe she could do something that would fill the cavity growing inside me. I see it now, as her hazel eyes rake my face. “Nothing,” I tell her. Her thumbs are soft as they wipe away the tears that trickle down my cheeks. “Not anymore.” My voice is scratchy, and I push down against a wave of shame. I’m better than this. I’m better than breaking down in my friend’s plush tent. I’ve never been the emotional one—that was always Halen.

I wipe away my tears, feel myself stand and walk out of the tent, my mind still occupied with hazy revelations I’m too exhausted to fully pursue. There’s a feeling in my gut, the only one that matters right now, and it’s an overwhelming cry to get out.

The grass is silent under my feet as I walk, and I’m distantly aware of Halen calling after me. Her cries of “Wait!” and “What’s going on, Cordelia?” follow me, even after she stops.

I keep walking.

I don’t look back.

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so uh yeah that's it 👉👈 i can give u the idea of the book if u want or you can just take this offering and run lol <33

Im gonna give you my unfiltered thoughts with no order or organization

REMEMBER ME WHEN YOURE RICH AND FAMOUS AND A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR

OMG IM GONNA GET TO BRAG I SAW THE PROLOGUE TO AN AWARD WINNING BOOK IN THE FUTURE HOLY SHIT

I DONT HAVE ENOUGH WORDS TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS AND IM BILINGUAL

RENDERED ME SPEECHLESS IN TWO LANGUAGES GO YOU

SHE DIDNT EVEN REMEMBER HER BIRTHDAY HOLY SHIT

LOOK I ADORE THE FEELINGA CORDELIA POTRAYED DURING THE ENTIRE PROLOGUE

LIKE HOW YOU WROTE IT IS JUST

I WANTED HER TO COME BREAKDOWN WITH THE REST OF US?????

NO IM SORRY IM HORRIBLE AT COMPLIMENTING EVERYTHING HERE IS BRILLIANT

1) i have a basis for how the crown is unfair (based on cordelias description) ALSO HOW CORDELIA DESCRIBED "i wasnt even sure if they knew what may 1 meant to their people" IDK BUT I LOVED HOW OT WAS WRITTEN. Its not explicit BUT LEAVES THE MESSAGE SAID

2) basis to whats going on? C H E C K

3) JUST HOW YOU WROTE CORDELIAS GRIEVE AND ESTABLISHED THE CHARACTER

Artie i've told you a million times but I adore your writting style, i always adored it BIT READING YOUR ORIGINAL WORK

I FEEL SO PROUD OF YOU?????

Your style is perfect

I WASNT LOST WHICH IS GOOD!

AND LEAVES ME WANTING FOR MORE

I DIDNT NOTICE BUT MY PHONE HAS LOW BATTERY SO IF I DONT REPLY AFTER THIS ITS THAT BUT TELL ME MORE PLS

[lourokanmuri]

Okay so for a Bakukami headcanon -if you haven’t done it yet- how do they feel/work around each other’s quirk drawbacks ? Katsuki’s arms hurting/having to be careful what he touches because of his nitroglycerin and Denki when he uses too much power ? (I hope that’s where I’m supposed to ask that I’m still not always sure of how tumblr works uh)

YO omg this is such a good question…. personally when i write fic i have a tendency to COMPLETELY omit anything that seems like a drawback when it comes to their quirks (insert skull emoji here) so i think this is something really interesting to explore! but i do have some headcanons abt their quirks myself even if i dont incorporate them into my fics hehehehe!!!!! im gonna put a read more on this because this one turned out to be SO fucking long. i have too much to say and i am way too passionate about this omg AHAHAH

we’ve all heard about kaminari having a hard time controlling his quirk. i like to think that hes pretty alright with keeping his quirk at bay but when he gets REALLY excited or really emotionally stimulated its extremely hard to control. its not that he has electricity inside of him, its more like… he is electricity, so its hard to keep himself from discharging. this especially becomes a problem when he starts crushing on bakugou because he falls for him really hard. when he gets flustered or embarrassed around bakugou (or when bakugou gets mentioned), his control slips and he gets all staticy. it makes his hair rise and makes his clothes stick to his skin and its just an all around inconvenience LOL

bakugou manages to handle this rather well, but when they kiss for the first time, kaminari gets so nervous and he ends up shocking the SHIT out of bakugou. the same thing happens when bakugou tells him that he loves him for the first time. kaminari practically starts an electrical fire and bakugou learns that he has to get used to being zapped when they kiss for too long and he has to get used to the burny smell on his clothes after kaminari discharges everywhere because he has too many goddamn FEELINGS. as they get older and kaminari has more training, these occurrences happen less often, but bakugou still has his far share of leaving kaminaris room with his hair all poofy and his clothes REEKING of ozone 

when it comes to kaminari using too much power and going “whey mode” (i hate that term LMFAO but idk how else to describe it), kaminari actually doesnt remember much after using too much power. everything gets hazy and blurs in his brain, and its really difficult to have literally any control of like… all of his brain functions. its true that he becomes basically useless after hes exceeded his limit and thats a really big insecurity for him, but thats a whole separate discussion in and of itself. after exceeding his limit though, he does have this weird tendency to like… cling to bakugou or to search him out (he also does this with other people hes close to, ie: his qpp jirou and his 3 besties kirishima sero and ashido. it depends on whos around), and bakugou has taken to considering kaminari his full responsibility when kaminari latches onto him after exceeding. he’s the one who often catches kaminari up on everything that happened while hes out of it.

ADDITIONALLY kaminari overextending himself can actually be kind of lethal, so bakugou watches him very closely to make sure everythings okay. as kaminari comes out of his whole daze, he sometimes experiences muscle spasms and headaches or sometimes burns himself, so bakugou helps out with that too! he makes sure hes hydrated and stable and taken care of :] i will admit though… the first time kaminari exceeded and came hobbling over to bakugou, bakugou had no fucking clue what to do and was like freaking out ASDFJKHALS

one of the biggest drawbacks of bakugous quirk is that his hands get fuuuuucked up big time. he may have a tolerance because like. his body is built to handle his quirk (and he may have gloves on his hero costume), but it still fucks up his hands. he has some of the most calloused hands in the world, and on days where he trains especially hard, he can barely feel his hands at the end of the day. the skin on his hands sometimes tears when he overuses his quirk which is yikes!!! kaminari comes to the rescue with moisturizing hand creams and hand massages. he’s also learned how to properly wrap bakugou’s hands with bandages when he makes an ugly, bloody mess of his palms on particularly difficult days. when hes done bandaging his boyfriend up, he always gives him kisses on his hands because hes cheesy, and bakugou likes to pretend like he doesnt like it, but he fucking loves it.

another drawback of bakugous quirk, and arguably the most detrimental one, is the fact that he is literally slowly going deaf due to his quirk. this part (like kaminaris power limit insecurity) is a whole other topic that i could write about for ages, so imma try to keep it brief. everyone is handling this reality in many different ways, and bakugou tries to play it off as not a big deal due to his pride and also probably due to the fear of people thinking less of him because of it. he has hearing aids, but he never uses them for a lot of reasons: he thinks he’s too good for them (he doesnt want to admit he needs them… or will need them), he finds them too “bothersome,” he doesnt want people to see him with them (he views it as something people might use to take advantage of him. or like.. he worries that people will think less of him because of it). its a whole mixed bag of stuff going on that hes not really ready to confront just yet

somehow, kaminari finds out about it and starts teaching himself japanese sign language in secret (he does it in secret for a lot of reasons, but mainly because he doesnt want bakugou to get upset that he found out). i assume that bakugou would know & is fluent in jsl because his parents were probably very well aware of how badly his quirk could and would fuck him up, so they were adamant about speaking jsl, even though bakugou may have been adverse to it.

the first thing kaminari signs to bakugou is “i love you, katsuki.” he fingerspells bakugous given name with much effort and is simultaneously extremely proud of himself and stupidly nervous because he’s been practicing a lot in secret and hes scared shitless of how bakugou will react, since the whole becoming hard of hearing thing is a rather sensitive topic with bakugou. kaminari is lucky theyre alone, because bakugou actually starts crying, something he has never seen him do. he crawls into kaminaris arms after weakly signing “i love you too” and its a whole fucking moment and GOD i really want to write a fic about this now because i am literally fucking obsessed with this whole concept

[jal856]

Original Character Q’a & A’s

I hardly ever post, decided to try this out, mostly for my own benefit to keep track of everything. 

Rain Dragomir:

1: What’s your OCs favorite color?

Blue and Silver without a doubt, sometimes Red.

2: Where does your OC work?

At a company responsible for global communication and shipping.

3: What’s your OCs favorite food?

Mexican food all the way. Tamales mostly.

4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic?

No preference other than both are annoying.

5: How old is your OC?

Late 20’s to mid 30’s or so, depending on the RP.

6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers?

Yes. Rain is a Vampire afterall, aside from the usual supernatural strength and senses, there are a few here and there one must find out via RP.

7: Is your OC in a relationship?

Nope, which means he won’t have to share his food.

8: What are some of your OCs strengths?

Jumping straight into something despite the given situation.

9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?

Curiosity being one of many.

10: What is your OCs favorite outfit?

When not out at work, either Pj’s or tight fitting under armor like clothing.

11: What animal does your OC relate to?

Haven’t figured this one out yet.

12: Is your OC sexually active?

Yes and no, He’s not out making his way through every man he comes across. Generally Rain waits until there is some sort of connection between them, even then it may take a while before that step is reached.

13: What is your OCs earliest memory?

Probably playing with his grandfather along the lake, watching the fish swim around.

14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind?

A typical touch screen phone, though generally Rain doesn’t use it unless it’s absolutely necessary.

15: What makes your OC angry?

People using their status or power to abuse and mistreat others.

16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?

Summer, and Winter. Summer because it’s warm enough to spend time outside and play at the beach. Winter being able to curl up by a fire and read a book with a mug of apple cider.

17: How long can your OC hold their breath?

Longer than the average human.

18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear?

Generally goes commando, if not then it’s just boxer briefs.

19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots?

Neither. Stripes.

20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza?

Hawaiian pizza WITH pineapple and mushroom. Nothing too greasy. Oh and Thin Crust.

21: Who is your OCs best friend?

Probably Ezold, he’s been around since “Rains” creation as a character.

22: Has your OC ever killed someone?

Unfortunately yes, quite a few times. Never really a great thing for him though.

23: Whats your OCs biggest secret?

Well since it’s a secret, I can’t really say.

24: What does your OC smell like?

Unless he’s working out, he’ll mostly smell like a fresh rain shower.

25: What time of year does your OC prefer?

Summer and Winter as stated earlier.

26: Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk)

An ancient kind of Vampire. One fully capable of walking out in the sun without turning into a living bon fire, granted the sun weakens him greatly.

27: What languages does your OC speak?

Rain is fully versed in English, Latin, Spanish, French, and German.

28: Does your OC like anime?

Rain doesn’t watch tv much, but if he did I’m sure he wouldn’t mind anime so long as fan service is minimal.

29: Can your OC swim?

Absolutely, and he loves playing in the water too.

30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?

Things. . .

31: Does your OC believe in fairies?

Well he’s a Vampire, so he assumes there are other myths and legends that have some truth in them.

32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?

Nope, Rain dropped out after high school to roam around the world for personal reasons.

33: Are your OCs parents dead?

They’re very much alive. Just old. :P

34: Is your OC religious?

Not really, while he believes there might possibly be some higher power, but that’s only the extent of his belief.

35: How flexible is your OC?

As flexible as needed.

36: What turns your OC on?

Seeing someone fresh out of the shower, damp, hair messy. The feeling of hot breath and scruff against a neck. Teeth teasingly nipping at skin. The sound of gruff ‘I love you’s’ and so on. Cheesey stuff.

37: What was your OCs first word?

It happened to be “Cat!”

38: Does your OC have any pets?

Not really, other than a mutant sentient Cactus. But that’s magic gone horribly wrong.

39: Who is your OCs biggest enemy?

Currently it would probably be some ex members of an old clan unhappy about Rain’s position and them being expelled.

40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?

Bursting into a high security Alchemist compound all in order to free fellow Vampire’s that’d been captured.

41: What is your OCs motto about life?

Do what you need to, Do what you want.

42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?

Depends on the company. Sometimes coffee, sometimes tea.

43: Who is your OCs biggest hero?

The blurry figure that had helped him escape from an institution / facility.

44: What color eyes does your OC have?

Originally Rain had Ice colored hues, upon joining a clan he’d been given the opportunity to partake in their form of visual prowess. Since then he sports one Crimson and one Ice colored optic.

45: Does your OC like reading?

Absolutely, At times when Rain needs to calm down or space of his own, he’ll sit down with a good book. He’ll always try and seek out an actual book of what he wants to read since he doesn’t care for electronic readers. Loves the smell of books.

46: Is your OC loyal?

Absolutely, sometimes to a fault. There are times given the situation he’ll kill for his friends and he’ll be by their side for as long as they’ll want him there.

47: Does your OC tolerate violence?

Generally no, but there are times when simply conversing just doesn’t do the trick.

48: What social class is your OC from?

Rain is of royal blood, but that’s never stopped him befriending others from different styles of life. In fact there are even times where one wouldn’t know his status by his actions.

49: What country was your OC born in?

Born in the states, but was raised out in Europe.

50: Does your OC cry easily?

Nope.

51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music?

Surprisingly he’s got a love for both classical and techno.

52: How does your OC feel about insects?

He’s not really phased by them. They don’t gross him out, but he doesn’t love them either.

53: What is your OCs sexual orientation?

Gay, but he doesn’t broadcast it everywhere. Sometimes he’ll flirt for the sake of flirting.

54: Does your OC smoke?

Nope, he doesn’t want to constantly smell like a cigarette.

55: What gender is your OC?

Male.

56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear?

Generally relaxed casual clothing. Then something nicer for certain events and parties.

57: Would you call your OC adventurous?

At times.

58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?

A little bit of both. It takes him a bit to willingly strike up a conversation with a complete stranger, sometimes preferring to just mind his own business. On the other hand there are times when he’s a tad more outgoing.

59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC?

Either his large stature being more built than an average human, his luminous mixed hues. Or the equally strange luminous markings on his body.

60: Does your OC enjoy nature?

Yep, one of the few places he can completely decompress himself is a small clearing in the forest where he can sit and listen to the birds and other animals around him.