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[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part XV

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a/n: hey y'all!! yay i finally updated haha….im so sorry it took so long if you’ve been keeping up with my other posts you’ll know that february was not good to me haha

also i wanted to let y’all know that we’re finally reaching the end of this story!! i plan on only making a few more chapters then i believe that’ll be all!

lastly thanks for all y’all’s patience and continued support I love reading every one of y’all’s comments and theories, it means the world! love y'all ♡

warnings: violence, fighting, angst

express just how you feel, don’t bottle it up anymore

“MC how are you? Even though I previously saw you everyday I’ve missed this you” Diavolo said with a bright smile as you joined him for breakfast. No thanks to Barbatos’ constant pestering.

You gave him a polite smile and nod as a response. It was easy enough to come up with a basic answer that you were fine, even if that wasn’t the case at all.

However as he ranted on about missing you and what activities he’d enjoy doing with you after he finished his paperwork you couldn’t help but feel nauseous.

After all he dislocated your shoulder the other day and now he was acting as if everything was perfectly fine?

Even if it was another version of him it was still him in a sense, which filled you with unease. If that version of him could do something that significant to you without so much as a thought then you had every right to be worried.

Is this how the other version of you felt?

Is that why they hated being touched by any demons?

Another hearty laugh broke out sending a chill down your spine. It reminded you of when he cornered you in the hallway as you tried to escape.

“MC are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look a little pale?”

You went to nod but your body betrayed you. A new wave of nausea washed over you and you felt bile rise up in your throat.

“MC…?” Barbatos questioned as he moved closer to you when you ignored Diavolo’s question.

Your fingers gripped the soft tablecloth as you tried to ground yourself. If anything you refused to lose your stomach in front of them.

Both demons looked at each other worryingly and Barbatos went to place a hand on your shoulder for comfort. Immediately you jolted in response and slapped his hand away as a sensation of fear became present in the pit of your stomach.

You had no idea where it came from, much less why you were scared when the butler reached out to help you. But you did know one thing, you didn’t want anyone touching you.

“Don’t touch me!” you yelled.

Your tone of voice startled him and Diavolo but mainly you as well. What was going on with you?

You never acted like this before, even when staying in the other timeline for so long. So why now? Why was everything anyone was doing so triggering you in any sort of way?

“I apologize…I didn't mean to upset you, I only wanted to check if you were okay,” Barbatos replied as he backed off. Even though he didn’t bother showing it, he was clearly worried about your current mental state. It appeared to be out of control ever since you returned. Which was another point he’d have to bring up with him later, since many instructions weren’t followed.

“…I’m…heading back to bed” you replied as you swiftly stood up and made your way to the door.

“But…you just woke up” Diavolo said softly but you were well out of range for his voice to actually reach you.

With a sigh the butler looked to his lord then to the floor. Maybe they weren’t the right demons to welcome you back after being gone for such a decent amount of time. It was better if you were around demons you were used to, ones that were comforting.

So he picked up his D.D.D and quickly called the first demon that came to mind.

___

Seven bodies rushed towards you faster than you could process and some large beautiful roses were shoved in your face as you tried to process everything that was going on.

All seven of your demons began talking at once and exclaimed how much they had missed you.

“Oh MC! I can’t believe you’re back, I’ve missed you so so so terribly” Asmo cried as he clung onto your shoulder.

“Hey let go of them!” Mammon yelled in your ear as he tried yanking you away from Asmo.

“Stop pushing” Belphie groaned as he hugged your frame from behind.

“Mammon stop yelling so loudly” Levi shouted out as he was hugging you from the same side Asmo was.

The other three demons who weren’t suffocating you were also arguing with their brother as they clung onto you. Yelling and shouting could be heard from all around you as you stayed in place watching all seven of them yell back and forth like children.

It was too overwhelming. The yelling in your ear, the way one would hold you tighter if they got mad, the way four of them were putting all of their body weight on you was too much for your liking. And the fact the other three were aggravating the four who were holding onto you.

You felt so suffocated.

You were suffocated in your own timeline due to your willingness to indulge all of the seven demons you lived with.

You were suffocated in the other timeline because you decided to show some demons some kindness they hadn’t experienced for a very long time. Look where that got you. A dislocated shoulder and some unresolved issues that you refused to acknowledge.

You were suffocated with the prince and his butler. They always were on some type of schedule, and when you didn’t follow what Diavolo wanted at that very second, you would never hear the end of it from Barbatos.

Why was everyone so demanding?

God forbid you do something for yourself for once.

You struggled in their grip and tried to get their attention to possibly settle down. The constant loud yelling was getting you more agitated by the minute and frankly you were getting a headache.

Just as you were about to speak someone yelled over you and a fight between two of them broke out. Since you were absolutely fed up with it you shouted for all of them to shut up and pushed them off of you.

Each of the seven demons shut their mouth in an instant and the prince and butler looked at you with a worried expression. Due to that being the same tone of voice you used with Barbatos earlier he knew that something was obviously wrong.

Diavolo then spoke up for you as he walked over to the brothers. “Don’t mind them, a lot is on their mind right now especially since they’ve dealt with so much physically and emotionally these past couple days. So please give MC some space to relax”

You in turn shot him a glare. “I’m perfectly fine. However I don’t appreciate it when someone is screaming in my ear and putting all their weight on me while others are fighting in the background like children”

“How about you head back to the House of Lamentation. A lot is on your mind MC, it would do you good to go rest in a place you’re comfortable and familiar with” Barbatos then added trying his best to ease the tension in the room and change the topic as well.

With a nod you departed with the brothers about fifteen minutes later for a silent trip to the House of Lamentation. Each of them were too worried to bother you so they all left you to do your own thing when you all got home.

However Mammon was still going to try to comfort you in his own way.

“Hey MC, ya wanna hang out and watch a movie? I got a few in my room and we can relax” he asked with a soft smile as she walked up behind you.

“Thanks but I’d rather rest right now, maybe later” and before he could even finish you were off.

It was odd, during any other time you would’ve enjoyed hanging out and relaxing in his room like you used to but as of now you really wanted to just be by yourself.

So quietly you made your way to your room and when you opened the door you were absolutely applauded by the way it looked.

Everything was everywhere and the decorations you had of you and your demons were ripped and taken down. Clean clothes were piled onto a chair and your bed was an absolute mess as a few shits and things littered the floor.

However you were too tired to take care of it at the moment. Due to how emotional exhausted you were a nap sounded lovey so you plopped down and in minutes you were out.

___

Around late afternoon you had walked into the kitchen to grab a snack since you didn’t exactly have much of an appetite after everything that had happened in the past two days. Surprisingly enough two demons were already occupying the kitchen when you arrived, one gossiped and the other listened even though he was believably bored.

“MC” Satan said with a smile, he was very grateful that someone showed up to stop Asmo’s rambling.

With a nod you dug through the fridge and grabbed something to eat and walked over to the two hesitantly.

“What are you both talking about?” You asked after they stayed silent and smiled at you.

Amso was the first to perk up and tell you. “Well we were just talking about some new gossip about this one actor and her husband, some people we know and you…well the other you”

“The other me?” You asked

“Yeah the one you switched with remember.” Satan added.

You nodded and then looked at them before responding. Just how did the other version of you act? Were they like the other Barbatos said? Angry, stubborn, and everything. Did they treat your demons like how they’d treated theirs? So many questions ran through your head at once, but you opted for only asking a basic one.

“So just how was the other version of me?”

“They were a bit intense at first…no I take it back they were really intense at first, but in reality they only wanted one thing in the end then they finally were content” Asmo said as he reapplied some lipstick to his lips.

“Really what did they want?” You asked, now interested in the other versions' motives.

“They just wanted an apology. After Belphie gave them an honest heart to heart in the planetarium they finally calmed down and we were able to be civil with them” Asmo explained.

“Yeah and they even started opening up a bit, although they were exactly like you so learning about what they liked was cute since we already know what you enjoy” Satan added with a smirk.

You tuned out the rest of the conversation they were having with you as you focused on the said “apology” Belphie gave the other version of you.

So it was true and they weren’t lying when they talked to you previously in the attic. Somehow that ticked you off even more.

“Oh yeah and we’re so sorry you had to go through all that crazy timeline stuff dear, I bet it’s been so exhausting huh?” Asmo asked as he rubbed your back.

“Uh huh” you replied and then brushed him off as you excused yourself out of the kitchen without another word, causing the two demons to look at you with a slightly confused expression.

Silently you paced around the house for a bit as you rethought about what the two of them said. With a sigh you ventured into the common room and stared at the fireplace. So you were worth a basic sorry but not one that took responsibility for all the damage they caused you?

It’s not as if their words actually meant anything. Honestly if they had been keen on sweeping the whole incident under the rug then why even offer the other version of you an apology?

They did it to better help them heal?

Bullshit.

What about you?

How come they could do that for anyone else other than you?

When you’ve helped them so much.

Your rage and jealousy had been bubbling up inside you for so long that it finally reached its breaking point.

If anyone was supposed to receive any words or actions of their forgiveness it should’ve been you and you were tired of pretending you didn’t deserve anything less than that.

In a rage you trashed the common room as Asmo and Satan watched in horror since they just happened to walk by.

They rushed to try and stop you but you used your pact to stop them in place as you broke everything in sight. The sound of yelling and glass breaking alerted all the other demons in the house and soon the rest of them watched in awe as you demolished anything in your path.

Mammon ran to you as you ripped the roses they all bought for you and tore them to shreds right in front of them. When he reached you he grabbed you by the arm and you shoved him away and yelled at him in response.

They all just kept getting in your way, it was so unbearable.

As the six demons froze in place due to their activated pacts you picked up one of the large vases Lucifer loved and proceeded to lift it up to throw at them.

“This is all your fault! Look at what you’ve done to me” you screamed out to the six demons standing in front of you. Your cry was not one of just anger, they could sense the sorrow in your voice. The way it cracked and longed to just be healed.

You wanted someone to comfort you and the ability for someone, anyone honestly to just acknowledge what had happened to you. Maybe then if they did you could finally feel like your feelings were valid, rather than unnecessary and pointless.

Fresh tears fueled by pure anger and frustration fell from your eyes as you got ready to swing the vase at the six of them. That was until the youngest brother rushed in front of his brothers and spoke.

“This is my fault MC, please don’t take it out on my brothers” Belphie said as he stepped in front of the six of them, shielding them with his body.

“No it’s not just your fault. It’s all of your faults. Don’t feel too special Belphie, you're not the only one out of your brothers who has tried to kill me.” you spat out.

“Each of you have threatened to end my life at least once ever since I’ve been here, and believe me I haven’t forgotten a single moment of it. Unlike before I continued to ignore what happened just like all of you but I’m fed up now.”

The seven demons looked at themselves then back at you and sighed.

“MC we’re truly sorry, you know we-“ Lucifer began.

“I don’t want your apology. It means nothing to me anymore. Especially since you can go and hand it out to whoever now” you replied swiftly, cutting him off in the process.

“Then if I truly can’t make you believe me I’ll show you.” Belphie then said quickly.

“And how do you expect to do that?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your body.

“Take it out on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“All of your anger, everything you’ve had building up. Punch me, hit me, choke me, do whatever you need to do so that you don’t have to feel this way. I know my apology means nothing to you, and believe me this is much more selfish of me to ask you to do this but I want to make it up to you MC. Even if you’ll hate me for the rest of your life I want you to get the closure you deserve. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you. For as long as I live”

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him in shock. You hadn’t expected him to actually respond like that, much less take responsibility for everything that had happened.

“Belphie-!” Beel began, he was still standing back with the others, but the worried look on his face was apparent as he watched his twin pour his heart out to the person they both cherished.

Belphie shook his head at his twin then looked back towards you. “I promise MC, I’ll show you how much of a better demon I can be. So go ahead”

The six demons behind you watched as you slowly approached the youngest hesitantly. Surprisingly enough he still had the same soft smile on his face as he watched you come closer.

Then you swung.

With a swift punch to the face, right on the nose Belphie stumbled back and grabbed his face as a small drop of blood pooled out.

You swung again.

And again,

And again.

As you watched the youngest fall to the floor you continued. And for some odd reason you didn’t feel bad about how beat up he was beginning to look.

Instead you finally felt a form of closure for the first time.

[blueskiestarot]

💜 Update 💜

Hi, friends. Sorry I haven't been very active on here the last few days. I know I have asks and messages to answer. I'll be getting to those shortly and I have a new PAC reading I'm going to be uploading soon. I also have a few paid orders left to complete. I'll get those sent out within the next couple of days. I just want to thank everyone for being so patient with me!

I just want to apologize ahead of time if I'm a bit slower with uploads or replies this week. I'm going to try to stay on track as much as possible but my energy is kind of all over the place right now. I've been on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster the last few days.

(You totally don't have to read this if you don't want to since it's just an update about what's going on in my personal life. I put it under a "read more" tab in case you want to skip. 💜)

I got some pretty bad news on Friday. I took my dog to the vet and found out that his heart is enlarged and is now failing him. Thankfully, the vet said it's in the early stages and he thinks it will respond well to treatment. So, he's on meds and he's already showing improvement. However, this diagnosis means that this is the last stage of his life. He's pretty much on doggy hospice now. So, the meds are just to manage his symptoms and keep him comfortable. Because of that, it's hard to know how long I have left with him. It could be 6 months or a few years. I'm hopeful just because of how well he's responding to his meds already but I'm still worried sick about him and the anticipatory grief freaking sucks. It's just been a lot to process. So, I do thank you all for being patient with me.

Please send us any love, prayers, or good vibes you can! We definitely need them! I appreciate you all so so much! Y'all may not know it but you are such a huge support system for me. Your messages make my day and I love interacting with you all. I truly do consider you my friends. So, please keep reaching out whether it's to suggest new PACs, ask for advice, or just to simply tell me about your day. I may not answer right away but I always love connecting with you all and I will answer as soon as I can! I hope everyone has a good rest of their week! 💛 Love, Tara

[radioisntdead]

Hazbin hotel stardew valley AU?

Charlie is probably the mayor and does the events/ birthdays

Alastors route definitely has it revealed he's killing newcomers to the valley and eats them hence why there is a limited number of people.

I have no idea if nifty would be one of the children or one of the various creatures XD

Would vaggies ex angel arc translate in her previously working for Joja mart??

-🧵🧶 oldie

Good evening dearest 🧵🧶 Oldie! It's a pleasure to have you in my inbox again! HAZBIN HOTEL STARDEW VALLEY AU DHSHDH THERE'S SO MORE POTENTIAL HERE, (mild Stardew valley spoilers ahead!) (I haven't played the new update yet so no idea if there's new lore)

Vaggie being from Joja mart is hilarious, because that implies that Adam could be Morris, Sera and Emily in a Joja mart uniform is SO CURSED I LOVE IT, Lute's the secretary that doesn't get paid enough but is very supportive of her Boss, I'm gonna come back to this.

Charlie would be such a good mayor! Far better then Lewis {I have beef with him, MARNIE DESERVES BETTER even if she's never home} she's a newly elected Mayor after the old one, uh went missing,

she actively wants to rebuild the community center, like she'll rally up the town folk to clean up the town, they clean up the beaches in a musical number, she wants more folks to move to their lovely little town, Vaggie was originally sent to Stardew Valley {Hazbin valley? What would pelican town be? Hazbin town? Hell town??} To begin the Joja mart propaganda but Charlie being the friendly sweetheart she was managed to accidentally seduce her and that was history, she went back to headquarters and she quit, blue wasn't her color anyways

OR Lute came to check up on her and literally tore the Joja mart jacket off of her like she did her wings, like

"you don't deserve to be part of Joja."

"Lute, Wait!-"

RIIIIIIIPPPP

"Fuck! My jacket!"

Maybe she gets hit with a Joja cola can and that's how she loses her eye in this AU.

Husk is probably Gus, (Husk, Gus IT RHYMES IT'S FATE) and Shane, mixed together, The saloon sells beer and food, (I'm a huskerdust supporter so gonna play into that here) Angel and him run it together, there's a separate area that's more of the club vibe whilst the main bit of the saloon is the Bar, past the club there's a small casino.

Angel dust doesn't know how he went from being a big shot crime guy and unholy videos star in the city to hiding out in this small town, (he does, Molly and Niss are there too, they got moved for protection.) (I LOVE MOLLY SO MUCH, WE NEED TO SEE HER PLEA-)

He didn't like it much at first, but he got used to this little town and The old saloon owner, and well, after a couple'a years they got hitched!

Y'all know Kent? He's getting replaced with Cherri bomb because he sends bombs in the mail, I love the man and appreciate the bombs they help when I'm speedrunning the mines, Sir Pentious is Jodi and the Egg boys are their children, Sir Pentious also runs some type of hardware store or something to do with inventing.

Alastor lives on the cusp of town, not too far away like the wizard (Or in this case Zestial, because old people, Carmilla and her daughters live near by, they moved to get away from the big city but Carmilla makes the long commute to the city every other day, or maybe Lucifer is the wizard and Lilith the witch?? But I don't think they're divorced, maybe He's the governor of the valley,

HE'S THE GOVERNOR NOW)

Alastor runs something, no one exactly knows what, Husk made a deal with him in order to keep the Saloon after his original casino got taken away, and that's kept him afloat, he provides Alastor with free food and drink.

Niffty kinda showed up one day and works with him now, No one knows where she came from not even Alastor, she probably came from the Witch's swamp

Husk and Alastor are good friends in this AU (THE OLD FANART OF THEM BEING FRIENDS EHHSHS MY HEART, I LOVE FRIENDSHIP PLEASE)

They're drinkin' buddies, they still have that unhealthy dynamic, one has power over the other dynamic but less so, like souls aren't involved.

The Vee's are more in the city but Vox takes a trip evey other week to sit outside Alastor's house and plead.

He ends up drinking at Husk's but that's not important, Rosie manages the next town over and she visits Alastor often, Mimzy is a character that randomly appears and disappears at random, she probably gives you stuff if she likes you.

Building off the Alastor murking the new folks, I think He's picky on who he lets in, because that's HIS town, If one was to behave.... Foolish they're as good as dead, because they will be dead, but if one is a respectable fella then come on in!

If Adam takes the place of Morris he comes on in, Joja cola in hand, decked out in Joja merchandise, Vaggie failed so he was there now, Emily tags along because she wants to visit her cousin, Charlie.

Marriageable characters that I got so far are

Molly, Angel dust's twin, we don't know much about her but from the wiki she's very cheerful so I imagine she's in the middle of the wooing scale, not to hard but not too easy to woo, I feel like you can get up to five hearts with her quickly but after that it's harder, But once you give her a bouquet and interact with Angel afterwards you'll get a cut scene of him telling you Good luck, because he's not gonna do much threatening but his and Molly's brother will.

Arackniss, I imagine he's like Shane, very closed off, you are going to have to WORK for his guy to like you, slow burn.

Lute, Good luck, I repeat good luck, No one here is gonna be easy to woo, she's gonna be guarded off she is NOT going to end up like Vaggie, stuck here in a small town that barely anyone knows!

Adam, Why, WHY, I'm assuming your doing the Joja route because that's the only way, It's a surefire way to keep him from leaving the valley after you shut down Joja.

Emily, She's the easiest to woo out of everyone, be a sweetheart to her and she'll return the favor, she will not tolerate you insulting anyone though so be careful in your dialogue choices with her.

Alastor, he's the type that'll take forever to woo, like good luck your gonna need the wikipedia pulled up and everything, not to mention with the his route reveals his murdery ways you're gonna have to be okay with that, If not you'll be joining the choir of dead folks, maybe if he really likes you, you'll get off lightly with a visit to the witch and get your memories wiped.

You don't know if Alastor is a marriage candidate until LATER LATER ON, like it takes hearts with multiple folks (Like Rosie) cut scenes etc etc.

No one replaces Krobus in this AU, he is perfect.

Susan is George, No idea who Evelyn is (I LOVE EVELYN) But Susan is George, she technically doesn't live in pelican town (???) but she visits because she's buddies with Angel dust.

You can build hearts with her and she'll send you letters and give you stuff while insulting you.

THAT'S ALL I GOT FOR NOW BUT I WANNA BUILD UPON THIS AU, MAYBE MAKE A SERIES??

[swordalt]

A Rough Translation

Of Quaickty's Statement, Courtesy Of A Spanish Speaker.

I provide the vod, as well so you guy can watch it yourself in case we missed anything.

The opinions in brackets are not all mine, most are the Spanish speaker's, When I have an opinion I will put my name (Ace) before it and leave it in quotes("").

I will provide more of my own opinions at another time, because of my god I have a lot to say but leave these opinions for context.

In general, what happened was that he started saying that he was going to make this announcement in Spanish because it is his mother tongue.

He said that the past few weeks have not been easy and that he is now realizing how much people affected the project and how deep the damage was (both administratively and financially).

He commented again that no information was given to him about what was really happening (Which he must now be having difficulty understanding 100% because whoever did it must have been trying to protect their own ass and other people by not telling the truth. What could be causing a fight)

HE FILED PROCESS!! (Ace: "Filed a Case") Amen. He said that he removed ALL the people who made the project collapse and that he is now suing them all for all the damage caused.

He said he really wants to give updates but due to the case being carried out he cannot. And that most of the problem was due to communication ( lack of it) and due to the filtering of this information being passed in the wrong way.

he doesn't want this to happen anymore. From what he said, the "wrong" people were knew too much and that made the company's correction process difficult.

(I must report that I notice that he gets very indignant every time he talks about the problem of people who have done harm to the company.)

He also explained the fact that he was trying to make money through the process so that things can be normalized correctly, which explains the new products.

He also said that he was handling the financial part of the project, so he wasn't very aware of what was happening in the other parts.

He apologized as he had too many problems to manage alone and couldn't talk much about it.

He said that the process that is happening now will take a long time and that many people will leave the project.

He understands if the public is upset about it. He also commented on the people leaving and said he understands what they are going through. He wishes them the best, but also highlighted that people may not want to participate in this phase of concerts and transitions.

(I personally thought a little “WHAT?” because of everything that was exposed)

He said a little more that all this restructuring will not be done in 3 weeks, and is demanding patience from those who still support the project.

He said he won't make promises he can't keep, He wants to show you step by step clearly.

He is very indignant, but continues to say that all kind help is very welcome.

But people who have bad intentions should just stay away so they don't do even more damage.

(Ace: "Quaickty what does that even mean, you don't know how to background check people????")

he even commented that it's difficult to build something well structured but it's easy to destroy.

(Ace: "it really isn't difficult, if you were completely involved from the start then things would be organized. Then he would know who was being overloaded, perhaps the growth of the server's fame would be slower, but it would have worked in a way that was better for everyone involved, not just Quaickty.)

He says that he received several emails about what the QSMP meant to people around the world and that he is not going to put a definitive end to the QSMP

(Crazy! Why did he say he was going to close the project!?). (Ace: "for context he mentioned earlier he was closing it, but they weren't transcribing at this point")

(Ace: "y'all need to stop sending emails and let the man work, I understand you want to see the server thrive but I'm begging you guys to stop being selfish for once. This is work we're talking about, hours out of your life stressing to make a project for someone, only to get very little recognition and no payment. I need you to understand how stressful a job is, even if it's something you enjoy you can still be overworked. You're only making him feel guilty, obligated to keep the project going, when he should be focusing on how to make sure everyone gets compensated. Stop, watch something else and wait. For the love of god have some kindness to Quaickty, this is stressful enough as it is")

So I think he will kind of shelve it to better structure and see what happened with everything clearly and correctly.

(Ace: "I think what they're saying here is they believe he'll be closing it till further notice to figure out how to do this correctly. Honestly it sounds like the qsmp as we know it right now is over")

My final thoughts, to quote Richarlyson"Falou pra porra e não falou nada"

(“He talked like hell and didn’t say anything”)

[aitadinnerwex]

Did you get a lawyer op :(

Yes, I have!! Sorry for going so long without any updates, but right now there's a lot of legal stuff going on and tbh? Most of it is kind of boring. My daughter talks to her dad on the phone, but is still mad at FIL and MIL. She's going to therapy in person every week. My ex is being very cooperative about the custody issue. I met K briefly and it was awkward (more on that under the cut)

I got in contact with a lawyer the day after I made my last post. I live in a state that does not recognize common law marriages, and my ex and I were never actually married. Add that to the fact that my home has been my daughter's primary residence for the last 3 years, and the fact that she's almost 12 and that's the age she has a say in who she wants to live with, and my lawyer assured me that in the eyes of the law I am currently my daughter's sole legal guardian. My ex would have a case if he wanted to fight for custody, but he doesn't. He just wants the arrangement we had before: I keep custody of our daughter, but she is free to come see him whenever she wants. He even offered to pay child support and help with my bills until she turns 18, but this I declined. I make more money than him and my own parents, while estranged and on the other side of the country, love their granddaughter and are more than happy to help financially.

We worked most of the legal stuff out on zoom calls, but one day we were meeting in person with both our lawyers to sign some legal stuff and K came with my ex. Some of you thought she must be younger than me and my ex because she sounded so immature, but y'all. She's older. Much, MUCH older. She looked like she was at least in her late 50s, which bleach blonde hair and yellow smoker's teeth. I don't wanna be petty or tear fellow my fellow woman down but... y'all. She looked like Donald Trump doing drag. Poorly.

Anyway, she stays quiet the whole time we discuss things with our lawyers. but she does keep one hand on the back of his neck kind of... grabbing him and massaging him? And the other hand is holding his hand in his lap, or occasionally stroking his thigh. In other words she was all over him. I can only imagine she was trying to show me that he was hers now or something, but I honestly couldn't care less. She can have him.

Before the meeting ended both lawyers asked if there were any questions and I admit, I got a little petty. I asked if I could maybe know even a little about K, because she was, ostensibly, going to be acting like a stepmom to my daughter if/when she decided to reconcile. K just gave me this death glare, but ex asked what I wanted to know and gave me short answers.

How old is she? 52.

How did you two meet? Church. (I doubt this, he hasn't willingly been to church since high school, but I didn't argue)

Why did K move in with ex at MIL and FIL's house after less a year of dating? None of your business. (Fair)

I asked a few other things too, mostly about my daughter and how we could more effectively coparent, and ex was helpful here and K continued to be silent (and handsy).

So, yeah. Court stuff is agonizingly slow, and talking to ex is like talking to a brick wall, but at least he's being a cooperative brick wall for now.

[we-have-jaams]

List of Comic Conventions that Mena is going to attend

As this is a Mena blog, I thought I'd inform fellow fans who are living in the US/ Canada/ Middle East region about what cons Mena will be attending just in case he happens to be invited somewhere near you ☺️

- Middle East Film and Comic Con ( March 5 -7)

- FanExpo Dallas (March 28 - 29)

- Megacon Orlando (April 18 - 19)

- Calgary Expo (April 25 - 26)

BONUS

Upcoming projects to look out for:

- Run This Town (In US/Canadian theatres March 6, international release unconfirmed)

- Lamya's Poem ( Unconfirmed release date but possibly in late 2020) [Animated feature film]

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,916 Words

Summary: Day 1 and 2 of UA. The Battle Trials and the UA press break-in happen.

Warnings: Fighting Mention, Screaming Mention, Injury Mention, Food Mention, Anxiety Mention, Anxiety Attack Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Shinsou's trial hero costume is a black jumpsuit like Todoroki's second hero costume but with lots of body armor and a bulletproof bodysuit underneath, because he's still training and has never physically trained himself in hazardous situations before. He also has a lot of weapons on his outfit and a capture scarf like Aizawa's and his Artificial Vocal Cords.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison  Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 2

2:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Hagakure: My new outfit is amazing. I'm so happy, Mr. Aizawa, thank you.

Aizawa: No problem. How is training going?

Hagakure: Hey, by chance, what did you tell Midoriya?

Aizawa: I told Midoriya to think of his quirk as an extension of himself and, think of it as a water hose. Just because you have the hose doesn't mean you need it on full blast all the time. He's going to attempt using just percentages of his quirk if he can.

Aizawa: I also told him how to call the match off in case he couldn't use his quirk or if he has panic attack. AllMight should know what he means.

Aizawa: Why, what's happening?

Hagakure: Well, you see, the teams that are currently competing are Midoriya and Uraraka against Iida and Bakugou.

Aizawa: And? Is Bakugou threatening him or something. God, that kid needs therapy.

Hagakure: Actually, no. Bakugou started screaming at Midoriya and stuff. And then Midoriya just snapped and tackled Bakugou onto the ground and has been punching him for the last solid two minutes or so. Pretty sure Midoriya's screaming at him. Something about not needing a quirk to beat him.

Aizawa: Oh wow. I can't say I'm surprised but, jeez, Midoriya.

Hagakure: Oh, looks like Bakugou's been knocked out. Midoriya got him in the capture tape.

Aizawa: I can't say I'm not proud but you can't tell that to Bakugou.

Hagakure: Iida and Uraraka had a big fight for the weapon but Uraraka got Iida to run into a wall and knock himself out! Ooh, looks like I go next. Wish me luck, guys!

Aizawa: Good luck.

2:05 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Aoyama has started a video chat

What are you doing, Aoyama? -Aizawa

Is that Mr. Aizawa? -Unknown

It is, Ashido! I thought he'd like to see Hagakure training. -Aoyama

Why do you have Mr. Aizawa's number, Aoyama? -Unknown

Mr. Aizawa needs to stay in contact with us who live in the dorms so he's in a group chat with us dorm kids. - Aoyama

Aoyama, what's happening on the screen? -Aizawa

[Aoyama shows the screen, which displays Hagakure talking to her partner, Ojiro, before Todoroki and Shoji are allowed into the building. Hagakure suddenly disappears into thin air and Ojiro keeps talking as the entire building is suddenly encased in ice.]

I think they just lost. They're both trapped by the ice. -Aizawa

Wait, look! -Unknown

[the screen shows Todoroki getting restrained by capture tape as Toru becomes semi-visible again and he's officially out of the match.]

That's my girl! -Aizawa

Go, Hagakure! -Tokoyami

[the screen shows Hagakure as she disappears again and Shoji is suddenly captured as he re-enters the building]

Team I is the winner! -Unknown

This is the proudest I've been my whole life. -Aizawa

[Todoroki is thawing the building and Ojiro's feet as Hagakure is smiling and talking to Shoji, while Ojiro comes to make sure she's okay and didn't get hurt]

Aoyama has ended the video chat

Aoyama: Sorry, my phone's about to die. I didn't charge it last night, mon dieu.

Aizawa: You're fine, Aoyama. I'm sure Hagakure will keep me updated when she gets back to her phone.

Hagakure: Next is Tokoyami and Tsu vs Kirishima and Sero.

Aizawa: I'm sure the fight is even. How did you avoid getting frozen to the ground?

Hagakure: My boots sure got frozen but I got myself out of them before my legs got frozen into them.

2:20 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Hagakure: Kirishima and Sero won. Sero tied Tsu and Tokoyami up. while Kirishima went through like a bulldozer for the fake bomb.

2:35 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Hagakure: Can you expel Mineta for being a pervert?

Aizawa: Believe me, I wish I could expel students just for being pervs but, alas, I cannot because that's apparently baseless accusations against his character.

Tokoyami: Can I punch him?

Aizawa: Stop trying to get in trouble, this is the first day of school, kids.

Tokoyami: Fine. But if he pulls something drastic, I'm punching him.

Aizawa: As long as you tell someone to alert a teacher as well.

Hagakure: By the way, Yaoyorozu and Mineta vs Kaminari and Jirou was a tie because Kaminari ended up electrocuting everyone and knocking out everyone in the building while he was trying to get through the barricade Yaoyorozu made.

Aizawa: Of course he did.

2:50 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Hagakure: And Aoyama and Ashido won by surprise attacking Sato and Koda while they were having a miscommunication.

Aizawa: I've never been more proud of my three new children.

Hagakure; Oh god, he's adopting us.

Aizawa: I resent that.

Hagakure: Liar, you like having us around.

Aizawa: I resent that and these claims are unfounded.

Hagakure: I won't stop you if you try to adopt me.

Aizawa: No comment.

4:15 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Shinsou has changed Aizawa's name to feral cat dad

Shinsou has changed Aoyama's name to gay salt

Shinsou has changed Hagakure's name to ranch flavored jello

Shinsou has changed Tokoyami's name to foil-mecha

Shinsou has changed Kuroiro's name to life is a nightmare

Shinsou has changed Shiozaki's name to saviour

Shinsou has changed Tsunotori's name to schrodinger better run

Shinsou has changed Honenuki's name to pure

Shinsou has changed Monoma's name to nat20

feral cat dad: Could you not think of one for yourself, Shinsou?

Shinsou: Yeahhhhh brain no work anymore.

feral cat dad has changed Shinsou's name to farmer toshi

farmer toshi: Why?

feral cat dad: Because everyone knows you have an indoor garden in your dorm room but we don't want to tell you that you can't decorate how you want.

farmer toshi: Fair enough.

8:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

pure: I made dinner for those still training. Dinner is veggie based bao buns with optional glazed pork belly. Cooked separately for our non-meat-eating roomies. Kageya helped me.

feral cat dad: We're wrapping up and coming back. It'll be around five minutes until we're there.

life is a nightmare: y'all better. Kiyomi worked hard on dinner.

ranch flavored jello: I can't wait.

feral cat dad: @gay salt @ranch flavored jello @foil-mecha Shinsou will be joining our training on Wednesday morning. I'd like to train him with rescue in a controlled environment.

gay salt: Sounds like a plan. I'd love to train with Shinsou.

ranch flavored jello: Welcome to 1-A unofficially, Shinsou!

foil-mecha: Glad to have you with us, Shinsou.

farmer toshi: I'll cry, shut up, all four of you.

feral cat dad: Bold of you to assume that we wouldn't hug you if you cried.

farmer toshi: stop mKing me cry, I cantsee my scren

gay salt: puppy pile on Hitoshi when you all come back.

ranch flavored jello: Already on it.

foil-mecha: I am hugging him as well and so Mr. Aizawa.

gay salt: Doesn't mean moi doesn't want to hug him.

12:14 AM

Exisence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Hey, Mr. Aizawa, do you think I could be a hero?

feral cat dad: I'll grab a comfort cat and come over. Hold on.

farmer toshi: Yes, please, but do you?

feral cat dad: I think you'll be a hero. Honestly, I've hated that entrance exam since I was in it. I was a lot like you and I hope that you'll be a lot like me and be able to transfer up to Class 1-A.

farmer toshi: Thank you. I think I can sleep now.

feral cat dad: I'm still coming over because you still sound like you're crying.

farmer toshi: I'm happy this time.

feral cat dad: God, where are adoption papers when you need them?

2:35 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Has anyone seen Shinsou? He's been missing since the press got in.

nat20: I asked my class and Tetsutetsu said he saw someone with purple hair running to hide in a staff room near the cafeteria but he wasn't able to go check on them because the crowd forced him away from the cafeteria.

feral cat dad: Good, Hagakure, you're secretly in charge of 1-A, I'll be back once I get him.

3:30 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: I've found our boy. He's okay. He was hiding in a janitor closet having an anxiety attack.

farmer toshi: All the panic and loud noises made me think I was back with the orphanage and the caretaker was going to force me into a muzzle again, sorry if I scared anyone.

feral cat dad: I'm putting in for legal guardianship for you tonight, problem child.

farmer toshi: I'd be glad to call you my father.

8:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: So turns out that UA having your custody makes my fatherhood of you a twelve hour process, Hitoshi. If I put it in now, you'd be legally mine come tomorrow morning at 8.

farmer toshi: I want to keep my surname though, because I want people to judge me based on my abilities, not yours.

feral cat dad: Fair enough.

gay salt: I support one trashy gremlin man and his tired cryptid son.

8:00 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: It's official, I now own one gay son and the process for one lesbian daughter gets finalized in another 12 hours.

foil-mecha: Hitoshi, we're all very happy for you. Mr. Aizawa, we love your child-hoarding tendencies.

feral cat dad: This one's getting it.

life is a nightmare: Oh god, we're all part of his horde of children.

feral cat dad: Good, good, you've all acknowledged it finally.

nat20: I've had this new father for three days but, if anything happened to him, I'd kill whoever did it so slow and painful that their ancestors would start weeping in agony.

feral cat dad: Very much appreciated, thanks, but no murder or torture.

2:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

foil-mecha: My outfit? Remarkable. Me changing into it? Absolutely not.

feral cat dad: Tokoyami, you can change in the classroom again today, I'll block the door again.

foil-mecha: Thank you.

feral cat dad: Aoyama, do you feel comfortable changing in the boy room, girls room, or the classroom for changing.

gay salt: I changed in the girl's lockers after they let me explain. We're mint on this end, Dad.

feral cat dad: Okay, good.

farmer toshi: My trial hero outfit is amazing, Dad, thank you.

2:10 PM

Existence Is A Prison

ranch flavored jello: I'm torn between laughing and crying. Bakugou is so offended. Get em, Asui.

feral cat dad: I fully support Asui dragging Bakugou's already broken ego through the mud.

farmer toshi: Guess you could say his personality is explosive.

farmer toshi: His attitude is flashy.

farmer toshi: He's dynamite, if you will.

foil-mecha: Please stop, I'm getting a cramp in my stomach from trying not to laugh.

farmer toshi: He's lit, your honor.

gay salt: I hate you, you gremlin.

farmer toshi: His personality is quite booming.

farmer toshi: He's pretty emotionally eruptive.

farmer toshi: Big stinky boom boom boy got the big mad.

feral cat dad: Petition to refer to Bakugou as Stinky Boom Boom Boy. Any signatures for this petition?

gay salt: Signed.

ranch flavored jello: Take my signature and run with it.

foil-mecha: Signed.

farmer toshi: Hell yeah, sign me up.

feral cat dad: Alright, we're almost there. Look alive, Sunshines.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust 

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Being Present Mic’s favorite student would include

A/n: why don’t yall show my mans any love? Like damnn smh he just out here breaking people's eardrums and tingz and y'all cant even give him some acknowledgement or what not smh. Present Mic stans, you may now rise

-I imagine you’d be like that American exchange student and you laughed at a bad pun he did in english and he felt super special because no one ever understands the puns he does, so now he’s just constantly bothering you

-like you’re just walking down the hall, trying to get to class and you just hear 

-”HEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY Y/NNNNN MRS.AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAA.”

-*invoked with fear*

-Like seriously he won’t leave you alone…..at all

-”Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN what’s upppPPp?”

-He love speaking in english to you because it’s keeps him refreshed and plus it’s fun seeing Aizawa all flustered because he only understands 60 percent of what you guys are saying

-You get used to him I promise, he’s actually like the sweetest little thing that wants the best for you uwu. Like if you’re a shy student he’ll break you out of your shell most definitely!!

 -He asks you to do his introductions because aizawa refused for the 1000th time but it actually was super fun so you don’t mind

-”GIIIVE IT UP FOR PRRREEEEEESEEEENNNTTTTTTT MICCCCCCCCC THE ONLYYYY ONEEE THATTT CAAAAN BREAAAAK YOUURR EARDRUUUMSSS AND WILL TO LIVVEEEE IN UNDER A MINUTE.”

-He did a super long hyped up into for you at the sports festival like and he kept cheering you on soo much he was like a soccer dad watching his little princess play her first game

-I swear he was wearing a shirt that said ‘Go Y/N!!’

-Everyone knows you’re his favorite like if you thought All might and Deku thing was a bit much well like he is on a whoooleeee new level

-Speaking of All might and little broccoli, there is an unspoken rivalry between All might and Present. They are always like

-”Haha did you see young Midoriya’s moves today? He is working so hard, he’ll be a great hero soon!”

-”Yeah of course, BuT did yOU sEE mY Y/N todaY????

-SocCeR DAdS

-You and deku kinda does friendly competitions just to watch the two teachers go at it

-”DEKU CLEARLY WON MIC.”

-”LISTEN YOU BLIND FOSSIL IT WAS Y/N!!”

-It was a tie tbh

-Always asking you about American slang and terms like brooo

-”y/n what’s a yeet? Someone told me  I need to yeet off a building and I kinda wanna do it for my next youtube video on youtube.”

-You helped him set up the youtube channel btw

-”so i say period after something truthful is said?”

-”YOUUUUUU ARE THE BESSSSTTTTTT STUUUUUDENTTT Y/NNNNN PERIOODDDD.”

-”like that?”

-You keep him updated on all the trends and make sure his outfits are looking good

-He lets you design a new logo for his brand

-Did I mentioned he’s like super sweet. Like one day you opened your locker to find a note he wrote for you.

-”Heeeeyyyyy Y/NNNNNNN, 

Whats upp best student evvvvvaaaaa???? I just wanted to say i’m proud of you and I heard from a little sleepy birdie (sensei Aizawa) that you aced your test in hissss claaaaaassss wooooooo!!!!! Because of that i mayyyyyyy haveee brought you ice cream that may or may not be in the fridge in the teachers lounge that you may or may not can get during lunch perioddd…… anyways MIC OUT!”

-He helps you control and project your powers when you are struggling with them

-Helps you with the weird Homework assignments All might and Aizawa gives you

-”wtf is this shit? This is your homework?? Hold on, I’m calling shouto .”

-Lets you sleep in his class

-He is like your personal translator if your japanese is a bit iffy or you don’t know how to say something

-Oh and Aizawa adores you also but like he keeps it on the down down low. Like people actually thinks he kinda doesn’t like you but that is not the case at all. Like he supports Mic’s constant spoiling of you and might throw in a gift or two with him.

-Aizawa looks at you guys as his two kids that he will literally protect at all costs. 

-If anyone is messing with you or you need something just yell out ”MR.HIZASHIIIIIII.” or “MR.AIZAWA” and he’ll be there in under a minute.

-Bakugou threatened you once, and Aizawa and Hizashi heard….lets just say he never messed with you again.

-Same goes for you, if anyone is teasing or talking wrongly about Present Mic, you’ll square up any day.

-”yeah he’s like so weird and does he realize that no one thinks he’s cool like stop trying so hard.”

-FigHt mOde ActIvaTeD

-You got in trouble but it was totally worth it and Mic was super flattered but as a teacher he still had to discipline you. He high five you tho and said he wasn’t mad and he only got you in trouble because the other teachers would have bashed him for favoritism

-Once you get more comfortable with him, You guys have like daily talks about anything and everything, he’s a really good listener and will listen to your weekly rants.

- Despite being a literal crackhead, he is super wise and has a lot of knowledge so if you need advice, just ask.

-Knows when you aren’t feeling your best and tries his all to make you smile, it usually ends up working and you’re just laughing at his bad jokes and he’s like

-”YYyyyYYYYy/NNNNNNnnnnnnNNNNNNnNnnn IS FEELiNG BEtTTeRRR  YAYayYAAY!”

-He’ll let you hide out with him and Aizawa when there’s a bunch of kids are crowding you and asking questions about your home country or when school is just overwhelming

-”MR.HIZASHIII THEY ARE AFTER ME AGAAAAIIIIN.”

-He’d 10/10 adopt you if he could

-He invited you on his radio show like twice, it actual helped gained a lot of listeners from a younger audience and even some international people listened in as well. It was actually pretty fun, of course you were a bit nervous you weren’t sure to expect but it was reallly cool. It was almost like an interview, he asked you a few questions about yourself and your school life even opinions on different heros or what not.

-DO NOT AND I REPEAT DO NOT LET THIS FOOL KNOW YOUR BIRTHDAY, HE WILL EMBARRASS YOU INFRONT OF THE WHOOOOLEEE SCHOOL I SWEAR NO ONE CAN STOP HIM

-”But Mr.MIcCCcCc plEAsE Dontttt iTs NOt A BIg DeaL.”

-”i must y/N….LETSSS A BIGGGGGGG HAPPY HAAAAAPPPPYYYYY BIRTHDAAAAYYYYY TOOOO Y/NNN L/NNNN-”

-you died 

-He got a little cake made for you, it had little candies and sparklers on it. It was mega adorbs.your name was also on it but it was spelled wrong. 

-”Here ya go Y/N! Sorry your name is spelled wrong...i tried to fix it but it got all smudged so i just left it.” 

-For his Birthday, you made a picture frame that had a selfie with the two of yall and gave him a little card that said, “Happy Birthday The best teacher evaa! You’re super great and I hope one day we can fight side by side and be the best duo in history! Enjoy your day old man. -The best student evaaa”

 -You teamed up with eraser head to throw a little surprise party for him at a cute little restaurant and he ended up crying sksksksksksdnjksk it was so soft.  

-At the dance you didn’t have a date or anything so ya boi Mic danced with you and it was uwu like super soft. He even walked around with you a bit and let you wrap your arm around his, like he’s the best teacher seriously

-At the end of the year when it was time for you to go back to America, he was devastated like seriously he’d miss you and y’alls antics. He practically begged you not to go back. Yeah he held your leg and cried on the floor….Aizawa had to pull him off of you so you could leave 

-”Don’t cry Mr.Hizashi!! I I’ll see you again one day! Thank You so much for being an awesome teacher this year, I’ll miss you.”

-you actually got approved  to come back the following year but you kept it a secret so you could surprise him when you walk in his class again.

-he was big boi shocked 

-”YYYYYYYYYYyyYYyyYyYYy/NNnnNnnNNNnnn SKDJNKHDKSK YOU’RE BACKKKKK WHERES AIZAWA I GOTTA tELL HIM SILDKSISJSSKKSNJSK DID YOU CUT YOUR HAIR OMHDNKJD  ITS SO CUTEEE AHHHAHSHJSHSJHS AZIAWAAA LOOK AT OUR LITTLE GIRL SSKLKSMLS.”

[shibalen]

My hobbies include writing, reading, watching anime and mystery/thriller/action movies. I’m the ‘loud and crazy’ one of my friend group, but I’m also the sly, crafty manipulative one. Likes in a partner: someone who motivates me and can challenge me to do my very best. Dislikes: someone who tries to "change" me. Thank you so much! I hope you're having a lovely day!

♡ matchup for @karaseijoh

hello! this is the actual matchup this time, no worries! i appreciate your patience and sweet words, thank you so much ´･ᴗ･`

|| Haikyuu: i match you with . . .

Daichi Sawamura

• Bet he wasn't who you were expecting, but hear me out!

• What I think would really make you a good pair is that while you're both ambitious you still balance each other out

• Your fierceness will inspire Daichi to be even more assertive while his assuring presence will help you not get discouraged as easily

• Being a captain of a sports team himself, Daichi knows how to motivate you to reach for the skies!

• All he wants is to help you just as much as you've helped him, or even more ♡

• Looks up to you like no one else ngl. You're always on his mind when he's in a pinch, thinking would you let this problem pull you down

• I mean, you're on his mind anyway

• Because he loves you so much but he's also a big ol' worrywart

• He'll legit stop in the middle of practice or whatever he's doing and hope you're not getting into trouble with your schemes

• You definitely knew each other for the longest time before anything romantic sparked between you

• Daichi, being the responsible boy he is, was constantly at your heed, telling you not to manipulate others for your own interests, what was "wrong" and "right" etc.

• But time fixes everything and, before he knew what was happening, he had grown whipped for you

• Your outspoken side took him on adventures he never knew he wanted. Your crafty side made him understand just how ready you were to make your ideas a reality. This all made him fall in love with you ♡

• #rivals to lovers

• We know he doesn't sugarcoat stuff so rest assured every compliment, every praise is genuine. He is proud of you and all of your achievements!

• Will never say anything to hurt you, everything he says is carefully considered

• If you hold in your emotions, he offers to talk about it later in case you want to vent out your honest feelings.

• Loves it when you come see him at practice but also You + Tanaka + Nishinoya + Hinata = deadaichi

• If he doesn't have practice himself catch him sitting at the stands watching yours with the proudest grin in history

• There's more! During competitions the whole volleyball team comes to cheer you on! Daichi lowkey wanted to be the only one you saw when looking over but that's fine :')

• It makes him sad you're both so busy with school so when you are spending quality time together Daichi plans things out to the smallest detail. Though too embarrassed to admit it this boy is such an old-fashioned romantic

• Never forgets to bring you a little something to your dates. Even if you're staying in and watching a thriller movie (then it's pizza) And if you don't receive at least one love note a month it got mixed up in the mail

• Getting hyped over mystery series together is your thing. Change my mind

• You teach him chess so he could beat Suga and Kurō lol

• hitting👏the👏gym👏together. You can try and tell me your thighs aren't his next favorite thing about you (aside from your personality) and he doesn't steal glances at them when you're working out, but we all know these are facts.

• I'm loving the idea of your late night texts!

• "If I were to infiltrate a bank, scam it, and give the money to the poor like Robin Hood, would you back me up?"

• "Go to sleep, y/n."

• "But would you?🤔"

• "Honestly. I'd do it myself just so you'd stop getting in trouble. Where do you get all these idea's from?

• "Aww! It's a secret😉"

• " . . . what did Noya tell you?"

• Daichi is a caring, supportive boyfie. You can trust him to have your back. He'll treasure you because you are his most precious person ♡

runner up: Kurō Tetsurō

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

|| OHSHC: i match you with . . .

Tamaki Suoh

♛ Your personal cheerleader and #1 fan

♛ Seriously, with Tamaki around to worship the ground you walk on it's almost impossible to give up. And if it's not because of his cheering it's because you want him to be quiet pfft

♛ Expects the best from you because he has no doubt in your abilities and how much you are capable of

♛ But he won't care if you're not naturally talented at something because he loves you just the way you are besides, he can be perfect for both of you

♛ The first time you met you went to the host club because the chess club was under the threat of being cancelled due to it lacking enough members

♛ Your plan was simple: The host club was extremely popular, and Tamaki was the favourite host so you were going to get close to him so he'd advertise the chess club

♛ At first you were just planning to use him but soon learnt there was more to him than being a princely flirt and a bit of an airhead

♛ He was kind to you no matter what, even though you he knew you were just using the host club to your advantage

♛ Your determination was what attracted him to you and your exciting personality made him fall for you ♡

♛ Though you weren't far behind in crushes, and I swear when you admitted you feelings for Tamaki was tempted to kiss you right there and then

♛ Of course, he's a gentleman and squeezed you into a tight embrace instead. You could feel his heart racing in his chest

♛ Y'all be loud and crazy together. There won't be a day when you're not doing something wild. His favorite hobby is taking you on his 'adventures' in the 'commoner world', he swears its like the jungle

♛ But don't be surprised if he shows up at your house with a helicopter saying you're going to Lapland for a ski trip and watch the northern lights

♛ When you show your ruthless side for the first time boy will be mildly terrified because you remind him of Kyoya in the mornings (• ▽ •;)

♛ When you're being fierce he's gonna admire you from the sidelines and be like "heck yeah! get 'em babe!" But if you direct it at him, he'll turn into a whiny baby "bUt princessssss :("

♛ If you got a penny every time he asked you to have him on the cover of the school's newspaper you could afford a publishing company of your own

♛ Tamaki absolutely thrives off your attention and if you're apart for too long he gets extremely gloomy. Every time someone mentions your name while you're not around he'll be in his emo corner (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

♛ Insits on training with you. Although he's physically fit to keep his beautiful figure in shape he's not overly athletic. During longer jogs he'll start wheezing and you find it utterly hilarious

♛ He tries to put up the front of being all bold and suave but if you flirt back for more than five seconds he'll melt into a blushing mess

♛ One time you were talking about throwing a Halloween party and what costumes you all could wear

♛ You teasingly pondered whether you should go with a cute or a more mature look and Tamaki's soul proceeded to leave his body for ten minutes rip

♛ Hikaru and Kaoru had to shake him by the shoulders to keep him together, meanwhile you were giggling in the background

♛ Recommed him an anime and he's gonna spam you with constant updates as he's binging. You might have to mute your phone if you want to get anything done smh

♛ Though his texts and calls are often an emotional mess, he gives surprisingly good and detailed feedback at the end of it

♛ Just make sure to have finished the series first otherwise I can't guarantee a spoiler-free conversation (*ﾉωﾉ)

♛ He'd much rather watch them together with you though. Physical affection is one of his main ways to show you his love

♛ You're his queen. Have no doubts he'd do anything for your happiness ♡

runner up: Kyoya Ootori

here you are, i hope this was an enjoyable read for you! if you think the format could have been better though, feel free to let me know and i'll fix it.

thank you for requesting and i hope you're having a lovely day as well! ♡

[ofcloudsandstars]

Life Update:

I have been away for a BIT but a lot has happened since then. Aside from some crazy energy shifts (some early spooky spirit-level vibes coming from Pluto coming out of Retrograde on the 3rd) having wild vivid dreams and bizarre experiences, there's some that took the cake and also I needed some time to just be quiet and spend my little free time not chatting to anyone or being online.

Anyway a story I wanted to share is the on going saga with that rich man who spent his years saving and conserving a rain forest in Tanzania. We met on Autumn's Eve to discuss his project he was trying to raise money for. He is going through a lot right now cause it's his second Saturn return and this huge farm he owns in Tanzania that he made a shit ton of money from is falling apart due to climate change and corruption. It turns out this man has dabbled in/has interest in the occult (as all bored white rich people do) and was interested in my craft. He's an American born and raised in Louisiana that moved to NYC for a while to write for a magazine, had some wild experiences with a vodou church there and moved to England when he got married but now has been divorced for like 17 years and is still not over it. Anyway I felt comfortable opening up about my practice and that evening anyway I was going to go to a friend's house to do some autumn eve magic and had some stuff in my bag. So he asked for a tarot reading for insight in his future and we like hang out in Hyde park which is GORGEOUS in fall colors right now and I do a reading for him. This is the beginning of a very long story so if you are interested in reading another episode in my hot mess ass life, get a nice cup of tea and click the read more lol. 

Essentially we can summarize his current life as his job is going through a tower card phase due to saturn return shaking up all that foundations are weak or no longer serving him. He's supposed to resurrect the rainforest conservation project and he already knows this answer deep down inside. I am like cool that's great we connected cause I have been making a lot of friends recently that are getting involved in forest conservation or are buying land to grow forests on with native trees so its cool we created this friendship.  Nice. Now he wants a love reading which I just feel reluctant to do. I already had that feeling you know when someone wants a love reading when they really shouldn't be focusing on that? Its fine though cause Tarot is honest as hell and validates my feelings. He essentially wants someone to distract his current troubles and saturn return lessons to get whisked away in a romance and dump his issues on from the failure of the farm and his divorce of 17 years he's still not over. 

He's still unsatisfied so to placate him I do a lenormand reading of what type of lover could suit him now in his troubling time. Lenormand just shows someone that is ambitious and working in the same field but also a side kick. Cool so you want a cheerleader to support you when you are down that’s nice don't we all. He then says the reading is vague and doesn't everyone want that? And I am like no not at all like for example, I currently don't want any relationship I want to work on myself but if I were to have an ideal relationship I'd love it to be with someone who is a home maker, someone who is emotionally available, who's love language is like smothering me physically with affection, definitely not someone who fucks off for two weeks to months at a time to the other side of the hemisphere, but anyway it’s all hypothetical so it doesn't matter. Anyway with his lack of satisfaction I am like, look sir, next week is the Libra new moon, it's a great time to ask to find a partner that will be a great match in this trying time.

I completely forget that I gave him this information. We smoke a blunt he was keeping in his nifty dressy blazer inner pocket and I go off to see my good Aries witch friend and have an INSANE NIGHT where we nearly BURNT down her fucking apartment in an episode of  ✧ *:・ﾟFire Magic Gone Wrong *:・ﾟ✧. 

I was trying to make some candles for autumn's eve with carved green apples and when I melted the wax we didn't realize how powerful her oven was. Plus my stupid lazy ass left the wick in there. So when we tried to open the oven cause we were smelling the intense smoke, a fucking PLUME of dark smoke would come out BURNING THE SHIT out of our eyes and choke the shit out of us. We tried to open the windows and vents, I tried to quickly pull it out and some wax splashed out and burned the shit out of my leg and arm and I have little burn mark scars now, but with the wick in there with that heat it IGNITED there was a burst of flames coming out, My friend was NOT HAVING IT like imagine an Aries hollerin and a Fire Ablazin and the fire alarm is louder than a fucking rave EDM beat like I was trying to think as clear as possible and see if she had a fire extinguisher she was like: BITCH DO I LOOK LIKE A RESTAURANT TO YOU and so I call the emergency line to get the fire department while she fucking, just, gets a massive fucking cauldron of water and dumps it in the oven and wax is oil so you know what happens when you throw water on flaming oil it fucking EXPLODES so she's like fucking James Bond slow motion running away from a ball of Fire and fortunately the fire is out cause it gets smothered by smoke and water 

...so I am like: Oh thank you mr. police sir but the fire is gone no need to come, but as my friend is still HOLLERIN in full panic mode in the background and the police on the phone still hear her Panic and is like: Uh no we are still coming.. 

Its a bit comical and surreal at this point cause I try to calm my friend down with some water as I air out the apartment and she goes from Hollerin to   q u i e t   real quick when she hears all these LOUD ass sirens. She's like.. Alex.. What are we gonna tell the police when they arrive?? I am like damn bitch why you acting like we did something contraband like its just an oven fire we extinguished it. But she was having that Black Moment of Fear™ like we were two hot mess black witches gonna have the police up in her apartment due to some dumb ass witchcraft gone wrong like I was still trying to be calm but she was like whispering my name like Aleeexx those sirens, they are coming for us!! And I was like oh my god you are panicking they are probably just police cars for something else we are in London shit happens here all the time. 

Anyway the loud sirens just STOP in front of the building and she's like: a l e x... All of a sudden we hear a Bing! And its the fire department outside. We see the windows in the hallway outdoors and this MASSIVE ASS FIRE TRUCK THE SIDE OF THE BUILDING'S WIDTH is just parked there y'all.. The neighbor across the hallway opens her door to see what the fuck is going on and she was not pleased. Since her windows face the street her whole living room looked like a rave disco with red and blue flashing lights she was like what the fuck were you dumbasses doing and my friend is like ohh my god.. 

So next thing we knew there were 5 Fully geared firemen in the apartment and like.. Miraculously with the power of all that is good in the world there is like no sign that there was ever anything that happened?! So the firemen of course were wanting some explanations. Of course they can smell a little bit of smoke but I am like: Oh yeah sorry it was a grease fire gone wrong it was the first time we used this oven but we managed to squash it, it was just overwhelming and we wanted you guys over just in case it escalated. So one fireman is like snooping around for some further answers like: haha cooking sausages usually kicks up a lot of grease, what were you cooking? And my friend who is guilty as hell is like: its just oil but so sorry wejustletitburnintheovensosorryitwasjust and I am like taking the conversation by the horns like: We were trying a recipe to bake the apples over there (yes the ones still hollowed out on the kitchen counter,) but it went wrong. Anyway the firemen noted that there was like no damage ("don't even mention it to your land lord! Haha!" one says) and they just install two fire alarms for free and leave. So me and my friend who are Shaken from this Drama especially when after the firemen left there was no trace of like anything even happening and this all escalated and deescalated in less than an hour so we just scrap any magic we had planned that night and watch The Craft instead. Autumn’s Eve completed..

Ok so I have a blissful and amazing Mabon then a few days pass and I am back at work with the shenanigans of the weekend out of my mind and I get a text from the old rich guy again. He wants me to come over for dinner on Sunday and chat some more about the forest conservation project. I am a bit annoyed as it's Libra new moon but maybe I could balance dinner with him and go home and do some spells (balance, see what I did there? lol.) So I say yes, it's Libra new moon afterall and maybe its nice to make a new friendship revolving around helping the planet.

 He's texting me like: Do you like Oysters? And I am like.. that's so random why Oysters? And he goes on about how he's from Louisiana and he gets homesick so he likes eating them I am like ok I guess.. But he's also like: let me get some Gavi (white wine) and I am starting to get that feeling of unease but I am like: I got to work early the next day so I am not going to drink. He's like ok fine. 

I mention it to some of my coworkers and they are teasing me about how this old man wants to 'play in my rainforest' and it makes me want to gag. Like I am hoping that its a case of me misjudging some man like surely this is a sensible old man that is lonely and just is happy to find a friend that cares about the earth and his project? Anyway Sunday night comes and I am on my way to his house. He lives in some gorgeous townhouse off a main street. The stairwell spirals up the 3 floors of the house with exotic trees growing in between the landings and reaching up through the center of the spiral stairs. There are pictures of artwork he's collected as well as some chameleon named after him in the rain forest in Tanzania as a thankyou to his conservation efforts. I get to the second landing before his kitchen and I hear to my DREAD some fucking jazz music. Oh hell no. I immediately am like: I need to use your toilet. So I go to his immensely large bathroom which also has little trees growing in there in between the large sink and deep teal painted clawed foot tub. I am texting my Aries witch friend cause she lives around the corner like: GURL GET ME THE FUCK!! OUT OF HERE!! and she's like: Oh no baby you's in danger, let me know if you need help. So I gather my strength like: Ok he can't be this delusional especially after the Talk and the Tarot on his lovelife and the fact that he's old enough to be my dad, so let me keep the convo friendly and hopefully this will be a big misunderstanding.

I mean by now you know my fool meter is immensely high, but anwyay I go into his kitchen and I ask him boldly what's the occasion for this dinner? So he skirts the question by saying how he designed his home after stuff in Louisiana that he misses blahblah and stuff from the rainforest I am like: Cool, whats the occasion for this dinner? And he's like: You know, celebrating friendship, you want wine? I don't want wine cause I told him I need to go home early I have to work, and he mentions the spare bedroom on the top floor. I tell him I'm uninterested in staying over even though yes it's conveniently 10 minutes walk from my job but I have house plants to take care of (yeah I use that house plants excuse I don't give a fuck! lol).  Anyway he steers the conversation to the fresh oysters he just shucked. So we are eating oysters, I try not to put any energy on the nature of him eating his oysters and I direct the conversation to how he came about conserving the rainforest, his networking skills and how he raised money to buy that much land and plant millions of trees. I end up gleaning a lot of helpful and not so much helpful info (I mean, it just helps if you are a wealthy well connected white man lmao), and we even talk about other interesting stuff like I get him to talk about how the stock market works, his daily routine at the members club I work at, William Kamkwamba who built the windmill in Malawi from some inspo from library books (his ex brother in law made a film about it which he suggested I stay over to watch with him, which I declined cause of my house plants I needed to get back to at home), his divorce he can't stop talking about cause he's not truly over it. Anyway dinner is nice, we eat some very unseasoned gumbo he made that reminds him of his childhood and throughout the dinner I am doing shielding energy exercises and channeling the power of Saturn to re-affirm my boundaries and practice the glorious power of "No". So with Saturn's channeled influence I am ready to put an end to the night and I am like: thanks for everything I think I'll go now, but before I go should I help with the dishes? He says no cause: It's a one-man show. I ask him to Elaborate, and instead he offers me to get some chocolate so I am like.. ok... 

Anyway he is standing at the other side of his kitchen so I get up to get some and he turns around to embrace me, and y'all... it's a LONG and UNCOMFORTABLE hug complete with 1. back rubbing, 2. neck sniffing, 3. aura invading, so I pull away to ask about what chocolate it is and it's dark chocolate oh god. Anyway this is actually the beginning of the climax of the tension of the night to my foolish self cause this man who is unwillingly ignoring my discomfort has the fucking audacity to ask the question: Do you like dancing? I literally answer him with the same boldness that he asked that question: I hate dancing and never danced in my life. lol. He wasn't taking No for an answer so he decided to be like: Let me show you music I like to dance to. So he puts on some old 70s-esque rock and starts dancing alone in his living room like: Dance with me! I am like No. He says something like: I love dancing it helps to open you up. We all just got to get over our embarrassment and let loose! I am like: Ok I gotta let loose in your toilet again be right back.

So I hide in his bathroom again texting my witch friend like: S.O.S. BITCH let me come over to your apartment and she's like: Oh sorry I am in a party in north London .............. 😭

So I go out to face the mess and he's now trying to get another song I could potentially relate to so he's like: Let me play this song my 13 year old picked out for me.. Great..  Next thing my Ears are hearing is: Mr. Brightside by the Killers and I am dying y'all.. I am over it.. He is taking my laughter as an invitation to get me to dance but now with the full power of Saturn I was like: No. I am going home, I don't feel well, I have been having some kidney issues ("Oh is that why you were always in the bathroom?"- "Yeah that's.. why.. definitely..") and I gotta get up early. So he looks sad. I am like it's ok, we can hang out in the day time, outside of your home next time and talk more about the rainforest conservation. He's like, ok but before you go we have to do this? I am like: Do what?

NEXT THING I KNOW TO MY HORROR I SEE HIM LEAN IN, TAKE MY SIDES AND TRY TO KISS ME AND I AM LIKE: 

NO!!

I Push him away, and FLY down his 3 flights of stairs, spiraling down his house, and he's chasing me like fucking No-Face chasing Chihiro saying: I WASN'T GOING TO PUT MY TONGUE IN YOUR MOUTH!! The fact that he said that I could feel my fucking bootyhole clench with dismay. I was mortified. I grabbed my shoes and was like.. see you around I guess (He is a regular at my job lol), and I fly down the street. 

When I get home he texts me if I have a moment for a chat so I am like ok fine why not? He fucking VIDEO CALLS ME and on top of it is eating something fucking nasty and I have misophonia so I am fucking disgusted and I turn off my video (I mean its like modern millenial tech etiquette but video calls are pretty intimate or you have to prepare for them, just springing up a video chat is a bit violating?) and he's like: Oh should I turn off my video too? I don't answer.. so he does..

So he calls to essentially apologize. He admits that I at MANY TIMES have expressed that I was not interested in any relationship other than friendship and that he just wanted a friendly kiss on the mouth and it wasn't supposed to be sexual. Ok... He also says that he doesn't understand why we can't be intimate and be friends.. With my DEAD SILENCE he then fills it like: Ok yeah that's true there is a massive age gap and different comforts with intimacy.. He then admits he has a sexual attraction to me and it would be dishonest to say otherwise but we should still be friends.. I am like: I wouldn't mind being friends but I can't trust someone who doesn't respect my boundaries like I have boundaries. We end with him saying: I understand, you have your boundaries then.. Lol.

Anyway as a blessing I haven't seen him since..

It took me like a full several days later after seeing another witchy friend who asked me about my new moon libra rituals I realized I didn't get to HAVE ANY cause he fucking Eclipsed my night with his bullshittery, that it was actually my fault as I gave him an idea to use that evening to try to find a partner when I did his tarot reading on Autumn Eve but instead he was trying to use all kinds of tricks of seduction for me to be his unwilling cheerleader. Goes to show that a man can spend years of his life planting 16.7 million trees and still be trash lol.

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Other than those recent drama episodes not much has happened to me other than some resurfaced trauma and closure from years ago in college that ended a chapter in my life for me once Pluto came out of retrograde. Other mildly exciting news, I also worked my Alchemist friend's bar yesterday on Sunday for a Fungi Fest in Hoxton. (Look up her work she's Mama Xanadu she does cool shit.) She made non-alcoholic cocktails potions with spirits based with roots and herbs like damiana, maca, passion flower etc that makes you feel energized but also mellow (three spirit is one of the partners that work with her their stuff is kind of nice though you do feel like you're drinking some type of brew) and her brews were made from different mushroom infusions like one was a delicious turkeytail brew made with hibiscus and douglas fir and another was with kombucha and seabuckthorn juice and one with a mushroom named amethyst deceiver and hops. She also makes her own essences and made some mushroom essences (like flower essences but with the vibrational influence of mushrooms) to add in there. I met some interesting and Strange people like you do at any alternative spiritualish wholesome event. I met a beautiful boy who is sadly in a relationship that we vibed very hard to the unfortunate dismay of his disgruntled girlfriend and I met a couple from poland who looked like a lost boys vampire couple (one was dressed in a black iridescent latex trenchcoat with one long earring with playing cards attached to it with long hair and his girlfriend had like layers of black scarves and coat like some mori grunge style with a black bowl hat on) who were trying to convince me how MDMA is the same as medicinal mushrooms and that it's its own type of spiritual ritual now. (I was like, sure Jäan..). Now that I have had a moment to like rest and reflect, and accept that I can't save some of my house plants and my life's direction still seems so uncertain and Hot Mess I am like ready to focus on my craft again and interact with my blog lol.

Anyway if you read until the end wow, thanks so much. I hope you had a great new moon.

[ununniliad]

Writer’s Block Person #39: “Too Much Time Inside My Own Skull" Part One

[Early March 2018]

  Writer's Block Person was having a nice picnic. The periwinkle grass shuffled musically in the minty-cool wind, and the robinfruit sang in the trees. Their picnic partner, a human-shaped collection of tropes named Todd, handed them a gyro and a can of god.

  "Really?" said the purply-orange hippo, sunning xerself by the pond. "We're starting another issue in the Mindverse?"

  Yes. Now shut up.

  "Todd, could you get me a passport to Turkey on rye... huh?" A coolness shivered through the grass and the trees and the sky and the sun. Writer's Block Person turned around and walked to the edge of the pond.

  It was a thousand feet deep. The water was dark, and dinosaur skeletons jutted out of the sides, but at the bottom, Writer's Block Person could see the outline of a door. A door that was more solid than the dream.

  Writer's Block Person felt... a memory, something they'd forgotten... running and jumping, strength and warmth... energy flowing, undammed...

  They dove into the pond. Down, down. The warm yellow sunlight softened, became blues and greens, purples, exotic flavors of darkness. The door was a rectangle, a symbol of a door. The knob glistened in the darklight.

  They hovered in front of it. They held out their hand...

  No. No, couldn't. No, it wasn't-- they had to do something else, they-- they were drowning, they thrashed about--

BONK!

A heap of blankets lay, tangled, at the side of the bed. Writer's Block Person sat up out of them. They shook themselves out, stretched, hopped up, stretched more, went to get some water, and allowed the dream to fade from their mind...

Later that day, Writer's Block Person was talking on Discord with... deep breath Whisperion, Gives Hugs Impetuously Lass, Dr. Puppy, Redink, Distraction Damsel, Barnabas McGillicuddy, and Edwina the Ultimate Editor. They liked to keep all their net.heroing allies in the loop, because miscommunication is the engine of boring plots.

|| So, || they typed, || I've now used the Heavy Black Heart emojiform to dispel dark magical energy from four different people. ||

|| Wait, really? || said Dr. Puppy (don't think too much about how she types with paws, okay). || Totally offscreen? ||

|| Turns out I didn't really feel like writing a bunch of darkness-victim-of-the-week stories! ||

|| A number of different people, all happening by coincidence to have contact with and infection by dark magical energy within a short period? || said Redink. || That's a break of suspension of disbelief! ||

|| It's definitely not a coincidence! There was an artist who was frustrated they couldn't get the images in their head down on paper, a student who was frustrated that their teacher didn't understand they were getting overstimulated, a comic book artist who was frustrated about being screwed over by the company, and a cat who just couldn't catch that goshdarn laser. It's a consistent pattern, like a season of Sailor Moon. ||

|| so this is some kinda new spook on the block || said Barnabas McGillicuddy, ignoring both proper capitalization and the meta-story references.

|| Yeah, but I don't know what kind yet. I'm fighting the symptoms, but the cause of the problem is somewhere out on the streets right now. ||

|| Don't worry! || said Gives Hugs Impetuously Lass. || The good guys are on the case, together! It won't slip by us! ||

|| Right, || said Whisperion. || So, what are these darkness-influenced people like? ||

|| Well, they look pretty normal at first, but they're really angry - they're hyper-focused on whatever problem they're having. When someone really pisses them off, they turn into these sort of organic-looking shadow monsters, and they start yelling about whatever frustration it is they're focused on. You gotta get them to move forward at least a little on their emotional problem before the darkness can be properly dispelled. ||

|| Let's see, what else... Oh, like, I always talk to them after, and all of them reported, like... these thoughts, like if they stopped caring about hurting people, they could get stronger? It sounded like some kind of weird intrusive thought. But none of them really cared about getting stronger - honestly, it probably helped distract them from the thing they were really angry about. Which made my job easier. ||

|| Got it. - Ed. (UE) || said Edwina, whose screen name was on every message anyway. || Updating my records now. - Ed. (UE) ||

|| Hey guys!! || said Distraction Damsel.

|| Hey, DD, || said Whisperion.

|| Sorry I'm late for the meeting! There's this guy on the sidewalk outside who keeps talking about how he's going to show them all, or something, and there's black smoke coming out of his eyes? ||

|| ... ||

|| ... ||

|| ... ||

|| ... ||

|| ... ||

|| ... - Ed. (UE) ||

|| ...welp, time for action! ||

Eight minutes later, Whisperion's moped arrived in Distraction Damsel's neighborhood. Writer's Block Person dramatically stepped out of the bucket seat, ready for action... put their foot down on an icy patch, and  immediately fell on their butt. "WAUGHow! ah jeez."

Whisperion slid off the other seat, planting her feet and helping Writer's Block Person back up. "Careful now," she teased.

"Rrrgh." Writer's Block Person didn't respond to the teasing with their usual gay cheer; their forehead wrinkled in frustration and their cheeks colored in embarrassment (and not the fun kind). "God, why's it gotta still be icy?" They straightened up and ran their fingers through their scalp, burning off energy. "It's freaking March, alla these people not caring about climate change, alla these people just not CARING--" They took a deep breath, let it out, looked up at Whisperion. "Just, um, not caring about clearing their sidewalks and such." They looked to the side, calmer, and just a bit guilty about their outburst.

Whisperion leaned in, found Writer's Block Person's hand, squeezed it. "Are you okay?"

Writer's Block Person pulled in a deep breath, let it out, sighed. "Yeah. Just..." They rubbed their arm, not letting go of Whisperion's hand yet. "I'm a really happy person but I'm also a really angry person. I don't show it as much, not to y'all, but it's been getting tough lately. It's been so gray for so long... this winter's felt like it's lasted forever. And there's been so much shitty stuff going on, both in our world [See LNH20 Comics Presents #21 for the newest status quo, true believers! - Ed. (UE)] and in the world of the Writers and the Readers. [You probably already know! - Ed. (UE)] And now this, coming into my cute little life... I just want to protect everybody, and I'm mad I can't."

"Awwww." Whisperion pulled on their hand and they half-collapsed against her chest, leaning, sighing. She put her arm around them and squeezed gently. "Look... we all know you're doing your best. You're not the only hero around here, not by a long shot, and you don't have to be."

"I know..." They took a big breath, let it out. "Hokay." Whisperion let go, and Writer's Block Person straightened up and shook themself out. "I'm okay now. Thanks for carin' so much, hon~"

"Very welcome, are you~" Whisperion looked around. The neighborhood was full of leaf-denuded trees, small but well-kept houses, sidewalks with rock salt laying on them. Nothing especially weird... until a white dude in a T-shirt and boxers walked out from behind a fence, shouting something incoherent at the sky. "Aha. Think I found our man."

"Right!" Writer's Block Person pulled out their pen. "Time to get serious! HENSHINSPIRATION!"

As Writer's Block Person transformed, the man swung around to watch them. Frankly, Whisperion thought his expression was kind of creepy - a wide, artificial-feeling smile with staring eyes, hidden slightly by a veil of darkness - but she supposed that was the kind of thing that happened when dark magical energy was affecting you.

All armored up, Writer's Block Person affected a casual demeanor. They walked up to the man, slowly, hands behind their head like they didn't have a care in the world. "Oh, hey, man," they said, leaning against a tree. "Are you okay?"

...then they dodged out of the way as the man took a swipe at them. "Mmmmm!" he grinned. "Now you'll understand that I'm here, and I'm not going to be stopped!"

"Right," said Writer's Block Person, pirouetting back out of the way of the blows. "Let's go more into that! Who put you down before?"

"Hahaha! They don't matter now! You don't matter now!" The man was breathing hard. He was sweating a lot for someone dressed the way he was in this weather, Whisperion noticed. "You fucking idiot! What are you even doing here!"

Right. Whisperion put the butt of her staff down on the ground. Writer's Block Person didn't need support yet, but this guy wasn't stopping, and better safe than sorry.

"Well I'm trying to help," Writer's Block Person grumbled. Then they blinked and shook their head. "I mean... whoop!" They dodged under a kick. "Dude - whatever's going on with you, I'm here to help!"

"Hah! What are you doing! What are you even doing here!" His grin growing even wider, the man planted his feet and flexed. Steaming shadows burst from his body, surrounding him. "You IDIOT!" He was wrapped in a cloud of darkness. "YOU! CAN'T! FIX! ME!"

The darkness burst away, to reveal a strange humanoid form. Panels of cloud-gray hardened material over muscle-red flesh. Exaggerated form, with bulging muscles and large hands and feet. Face hidden behind panels of gray, but for two glowing green eyes.

"Jeez." Writer's Block Person took several steps back, ending up next to Whisperion. "I gotta bad feeling about this. He's already keyed up way more than the others, and he's not responding to me reaching out. This guy is way more advanced-looking than the others were, too. Look at that color palette."

Whisperion nodded, frowning. "Think we might have to beat him down?" That wasn't usually their kind of conflict. What was going on?

"Maybe. Let's try it the fun way first." They pulled out their pen. "EMOTICONVERSION! CODE POINT HEAVY BLACK HEART!" Hearts swirled around and they switched to their bright sparkly form.

Writer's Block Person held up their hands, and took one encouraging step forward towards the monstrous man. Then another. "Hey!" They stopped in place. "Look, it's okay! I'm listening."

"And I'm not talking!" Shadows burst out of the monster's chest and whumphed against Writer's Block Person's armor. Lines of cold pain lanced across their muscles and nerves, and they choked and fell to one knee.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!" They rolled away. "Nnnf, it feels numb..."

Whisperion pointed her staff at Writer's Block Person, transforming the dark energy in their system into life-force. "Jeez, man!"

Writer's Block Person hopped to their feet. "Right! Magic time! Emphemeral-Eternal-Doki-Doki-Blissful-Emotion BEAM!" They thrust out their hands and a beam of pink and red and white hearts and sparkles crackling with pink-white lightning shot out.

It was immediately met with a beam of shadows, a cloud that seemed ephemeral yet was solid against the coruscating energy of Writer's Block Person's beam. For a moment, the light and the darkness were evenly matched... and then the shadows swirled straight back around the beam and right up to Writer's Block Person's body and they lost concentration and BOOM!

They rolled away, steaming, panting, detransformed, palms scraped up on the concrete. "Ow ow... nnngh, fuckin' ow..."

Whisperion pressed the blossoms on the end of her staff into Writer's Block Person's back. The grass turned green under the snow and ice as she channeled life-force into them. "Okay, so, it's time to pull back and get some help, right?"

Writer's Block Person pressed their fist to their chest. "That'd be smart, but..." They took a deep breath, letting the life-force saturate their body and mind. "I think there's something else I have to do. I think this might be the next chapter in my story."

"...huh?"

"I had a dream last night... about a door that... that I couldn't make myself open." They looked up at her. "A piece of my true self I've never let myself touch."

"...okay, but dreams aren't real. Even in our weird, magic-y, technicolor lives, dreams aren't real."

"No, but feelings are real." Writer's Block Person took a step back and stared at the monstrous man; he stared back, green eyes glowing, claws clicking, ready for the next move in the fight. "Feelings are real, and feelings are the power at my heart, and there's something I need to let myself feel." They shook their head. "But... I don't know what's going to happen. I'm a nice and cool and kind person, but... not everything inside me is nice."

"Yeah, because you're human." Whisperion punched Writer's Block Person's shoulder lightly and smiled. "You nerd. You're my best friend. I've seen inside your soul." She stepped past them, held up her staff. "Whatever's inside you, I'll fight alongside it."

Writer's Block Person breathed deep, let it out. "Okay."

They stepped back and held their pen up. Without words, light bloomed, and the transformation happened. Behind the helmet, Writer's Block Person closed their eyes, and reached down inside themself.

  Down, down... past the everyday feelings, past the troubles and worries of this and that...

  Past the deeper, harsh-edged worries about where life was taking them, about what if they were fucking up and no one was telling them...

  Past the strange warmth of their preferences and their ideas, all the other people they could possibly be and sometimes were, the friendly monsters...

  Down, down, into the silent depths of their mind...

Meanwhile, the monstrous man took Whisperion's step forward as a challenge, raising his fists  and charging at her. Whisperion sidestepped, knocking the punch away with her staff, and started channeling the dark energy around her, pumping it into herself as life-force. I can't do this indefinitely, she thought, but buffing my own energy makes me a good enough tank to buy us a bit of time!

  The fight was somewhere far away. The image of the door rose up in Writer's Block Person's mind. They felt, again, the currents of energy that moved beneath it - leashed, but just barely, moving in the darkness, affecting them even when they weren't aware of it.

  They reached out their hand... and held it there. They could feel the warmth... they could feel the tingling fear... this was risky... but it was also exciting... but...

  What if? What if?

The monstrous man released a burst of shadows, right against Whisperion's body. The cold numbness blasted across her skin, but she channeled the pain into strength. Around her feet, grass poked through the frozen soil in the cracks in the sidewalk, dislodging chunks of salt.

  ...well, thought Writer's Block Person, what if? What if something terrible happened? Then they'd deal with it like they'd dealt with all of the other terrible stuff in their life.

  What if something wonderful happened?

  They reached out and grabbed the knob. Pure sensation tingled through their self. They turned it and tossed the door open, and--

Their eyes opened. "Oh, shit."

It was powerful and cold and shot up through their mind like a geyser, their body freezing in place, muscles trembling slightly, taken over by the sudden rush of pure, unfiltered rage.

The monstrous man roared and thrust their arms out, and Whisperion fell back several paces. "Nnnf!" She looked over. "Writer's Block Person, you okay?"

"I..." Oh god. They'd forgotten so many people were so awful. Why did they have to be so awful? "I don't, um..." They just wanted to protect all of their friends and all of the people but every day they had to give money to assholes and work for people who didn't care about them and sometimes they would try and talk about it and fuck it up and everyone would get angry and why couldn't people just give them a break? "I don't... fuck."

Whisperion stepped sideways, keeping her staff between herself and the monstrous man. "Writer's Block Person, what's going on?"

She was such a good person and they couldn't protect her, and that was so fucking unfair, and right now they just needed to tear out these demons and tear out the roots of the world until it stopped being so. "I'm just... um, just so..."

She grabbed their shoulders. "Drew, what's going on!?"

They tried to get these thoughts together, but it was too much, it'd hurt someone-- but wait-- no-- needed to let it out-- but it was too much-- but--

And the rage surged and they threw their head back and SCREAMED! A scream of defiance! A scream of pain! A scream of just fucking stop it already!

A wave of blood-red energy burst out of their body, threw Whisperion back, and knocked down the monstrous man.

Whisperion landed on her butt. "Uff!" She shook herself out and looked up at Writer's Block Person.

They were breathing hard, looking off into the distance, eyes intense but unfocused. Their hands clenched and unclenched as they tried to get ahold of themself. Tendrils of red and black lightning coruscated over their body. Their armor seemed to flicker in and out of existence around them, and something darker seemed to flicker into its place.

"I guess..." they whispered hoarsely. "I guess it's too late to hold it back any more..."

They threw their head back again, chest thrusting out, and screamed. Above their chest, in the air, a symbol appeared - a flat CGI image of a skull, cracking with red and black lightning. It started moving towards them - ground to a halt - shattered into pieces - the pieces pierced their flesh--

Everything went dark, like the sun had turned off--

The light was back. It shone on a bone-white suit of armor, with accents that burned a resentful crimson, and a black bodysuit laced with painful-looking red veins. A ragged white cape with burned edges. Oversized red gauntlets, with long claws burned soot-black. A bloodstone gem in the center of the chest in the shape of a cartoon skull, cracked down the middle, radiating crimson energy from the crack. And for a helmet, the skull of an ancient, saurian predator, the eye sockets glowing red.

From within the helmet came a voice, swallowing, struggling to get the word out. "Skull..." They threw their head back and howled. "SKULL WRITER'S BLOCK PERSON!"

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simple pt. 3 // peter parker

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a/n: wtf almost 80 notes on pt. 2?? i love you guys thanks so much for the support it really boosts my motivation to keep writing!! this is actually edited whoa and warning for profanity. also idk what to do now that this story is done, so pls pls send in any ideas if y'all have any! just ask if ya wanna be on the tag list! sorry that this is late, life came by and made me super busy, and thanks for reading <333

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When Peter Parker started being apart of your life, his timing couldn't have been better. As Spider-Man, he made you want to save the world and gave you the confidence you didn't know you lacked. Even when you screwed up as S/N, he stood firmly by your side. As Peter, he gave you something to look forward to at school. He made all of your anxiety disappear with one mischievous smirk. He made you feel something special inside that you simply couldn't describe.

It's been exactly one month since you talked to him that day on the roof. Ever since then, life has gotten dull, like a pencil that you lost the sharpener to so you try to make the best of it.

He tried to talk to you so many times, but never in person. You can't find the courage to talk to him in person, either. He sent you pages and pages of text messages containing apologies. Some are just a few words and others are paragraphs long. You haven't replied to any of them. You don't have the courage to do that, either. Every time the thought of Peter returns to you, you can feel your heart break a little more. Maybe it hurts so much because for the longest time, he was the one good thing in your life. Maybe it's because he broke a long held promise.

"Spidey?" You asked one day as you swung your legs back and forth at the edge of the roof.

"What's up?" He turned to face you, head tilted to the side slightly.

"I want to make a promise. We can't hide anything from each other anymore."

Spider-Man stared at you for a few seconds, then shrugged. "Okay! Well, my name is -"

"No, no! That's the only thing that we should hide. I meant anything other than our identities. You know, you don't have to worry about what I'll think if you're honest. That's the only reason why I got mad when you finally told me why you weren't coming every day." You rubbed your arm and frowned.

"Wait, so you don't actually hate Mr. Stark?" He sounded surprised.

"I mean, the guy didn't do anything to me or you. I might heavily disapprove of the guy, but I don't hate him, no."

"...You're right. We should be honest with each other. But what if one of us finds out the other's identity? Then that kind of messes everything up."

You thought about this for a while, trying to come up with a solution. "Tell the other person. I think the other would figure it out eventually. I mean, you're smart as hell and I'm pretty okay too. So might as well tell them, right?"

"Well, yeah, but what about the secret identity thing?"

"If one already knows, then there's no point in upholding that anymore. The only purpose of not telling each other who we are is to keep things simple," you smile under your mask and shrug. "It's okay, you're probably someone I don't even know. But we have to keep each other's secret if that ever happens. We'll figure out the rest when we get there."

"Okay. Promise to keep the secret and to tell each other everything," Spider-Man nodded. You held your pinky out to secure the promise. Chuckling, he wrapped his pinky around yours.

Only then did you nod back. "Promise."

A tear slips out of your eye, glistening in the fluorescent lights of the Chemistry classroom. Come on, you can't cry in the middle of a Chemistry test. You quickly wipe it away and write faster, teeth gritted in determination. How did it get to the point that you can't even go through the day without remembering Peter? For a second, you glance at Peter only to see that he's been staring for a long time now. Shit, he caught you. Your eyes momentarily meet. In that fraction of a second, it feels as though you saw through to his internal torment. A heavy weight sets on your heart, one that doesn't let go even when you look away to get back to writing.

Towards the end of class, your teacher stands up and starts announcing some kind of project. You're hardly listening as you stare at your shoes. Maybe you could forgive him and just forget about this whole thing. Then you could just hug him and...and...

You think you might start crying again, but you bite your tongue as hard as you can without making yourself bleed. You feel the familiar strain on your forehead as you do your very best to not let your classmates see your tears. That would be an embarrassing situation to explain to your teacher.

No, of course you can't forgive him that easily. You've told Peter how much you hate dishonesty. But he tossed that right out of the fricking window, knowing how you'd feel. What a prick.

"Hey, don't look at each other yet. Since it's a short project that shouldn't take you longer than a few days, you'll just be working with the person next to you." Groans and mumbles fill the room, but your teacher isn't having any of it. You hear people near you cuss under their breath.

Whatever, another project shouldn't be that big of a -

Your train of thought stops immediately when you realize who the person beside you is. Oh hell no. No no no no. What is this, some kind of movie? This doesn't actually happen in real life, right? There is absolutely no way this is real.

He catches your gaze. In your case, this does happen in real life. It's not so weird when you remember that you live in a world where the Avengers, like, exist. You try to sound as professional as you can when you speak to him. If you ever make it big as a superhero, you're sure you'll have to be great at that skill around people you're not necessarily on good terms with. "Uh, okay. So I can get books from the library to use as some of our references. Or the internet. That works, too. And like, we need a plan. Also, this is obviously not going to get done at school, so um..."

You mentally curse a little for being so awkward. It was all structured and nice in your head, and then it came out the way it always does. So much for professionalism.

Peter's listening intently. "I could come over," he says eagerly. You look at him, silent with your eyes narrowed. "Uh, if you want, that is. You don't have to do anything. I was just suggesting it...even though it didn't really sound like a suggestion. I just thought it would be ideal, 'cause you live closer to school than I do and..."

You stare hopelessly, watching him gradually get more and more tense. He's so damn cute. The look in his eyes is just as you remember from that one day in Chemistry. It feels like it was just yesterday. It's the unmistakable look of shy adoration that's so unique to him. You wonder how he can still be like that when you can't even bring yourself to smile anymore. It looks like nothing can take away his excited nature.

"Peter," you say softly to get him to calm down. You haven't said his name out loud in a long time. Even when you talked to Iris about him and shared your issues, you never referred to him by name.

He stops immediately, his cheeks starting to redden in realization of his rambling. "Y-Yeah, I know I should shut up."

"That's not what I was going to say. I was just going to tell you to come over today. Uh, maybe not right after school."

"Oh, okay," Peter says, sounding a little breathless. Seeing him like this takes your breath away, too. "I'm busy after school too."

"I know." You look away, lost in your thoughts once again.

After school, you do your best to clean up your room. You stuff the clothes on the floor into a laundry basket and toss stray papers into your recycling bin. Once your bed is made and your room looks better, you sigh. Your eyes float up to the suit on your shelf, neatly folded. It's dusty and the equipment needs to be updated, but you don't even think about touching it. You look away before you can get any ideas. You know that deep inside, you miss that part of your life. You just want to kick ass and leap around trying to be as cool, like some of the bigger superheroes.

You sit on your bed and do your other homework as you wait. The hours tick by, one by one. You even start planning out the project, sketching out all the details so that the only thing that needs to be done is the actual work. You clean up your room some more, starting to get a little bored. You comb your hair and tie it back. At six-thirty, you start thinking he might have stood you up. Maybe he got busy being Spider-Man. Not that you're upset at him for that. You know that the job gets busy sometimes. You pick up your phone to call him, but then set it back down before you do.

At eight, you're sure he's not going to show up. You sigh and sit on your floor. What if something had happened to him? Maybe he needs your help, and all you need to do is call him. Guilt twists in your stomach. You turn to look at your bookshelf and the many books you've collected over the years, telling yourself that everything is okay. A new one about spiders sits on the edge of the shelf, its receipt tucked into the cover.

You turn back to your window and yelp a little. There, sitting in your window in his suit with a slightly bent churro in hand, is Peter. He always freaks you out when he sneaks up on you like that. He hasn't even changed out of his suit, but at least he brought his school bag.

"Sorry for being...late..." He pants, holding out the churro to you like a rose. "Thought I'd...grab something along the way." He clutches his side in pain.

You stand up and rush over to him, frowning. Grabbing the churro and his bag, you set them aside. "What happened? Did you get hurt?" You help him in, worried.

"Oh, uh, it's nothing, Y/N," he reassures in a way that only has the opposite effect. He slides off his mask to reveal scrapes and bruises on his face. There's a little smile on his face, much to your confusion.

"Peter, what the hell did you do?" You make him sit down on your bed, bringing your hands to his face. When you do this, his breath hitches. As your thumb skims over his cheek gently, he winces. "Sorry," you say quickly, frowning deeply.

"Hey, you should see the other guy! I had to knock him out for the police to get him. Crazy! I hope I didn't injure him that bad though...do you know if knocking people out hurts them a lot?"

"I don't know anything about medicine, Spidey! And who cares about him, look at yourself!" In your panicked state, your nickname for him slips out. You only realize this after you've said it.

"It's okay," he says as if everything really is okay. How is this okay? He's so calm, it's kind of scaring you. There's a distant look in his eyes, like he's not really completely aware of his situation.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you not freaking out about this? Are you drunk or something?" You exclaim, trying to snap him out of it.

Peter blinks. "No! I'm fine, really. It gets worse than this sometimes, so I don't know why-"

"It gets worse?" Your eyes widen, wondering why he suddenly can't handle a few purse snatchers. He shrugs indifferently. "Okay, uh...I-I'll get ice or something. Dude, why are you here? I don't even know where the band-aids are in my own house!"

"The project," Peter says simply. You don't like him like this. You just wish he'd make a joke or something so at least you know he's being normal. Come on, Peter!

"The project." You're trying not to get pissed off at his utter disregard for himself. "The project? The goddamn project? You go and do this to yourself, and the only thing on your mind is a stupid Chem project?"

"Uh...yeah...?"

Your eyebrows draw together. He's starting to make you feel like crying. "Peter, please. Tell me what's wrong. You're seriously freaking me out. Are you okay?" You ask the last question with more emphasis this time, tilting his chin up to make him look you in the eyes. His normally clear dark eyes are bloodshot, and there are purplish bags under them.

A beat passes before he responds. "No."

You look at him for a long time, trying to figure him out. His hair is a sweaty mess, and...has he been crying? You swallow, doing something you never thought you'd get to do again

You lean over and wrap your arms around him. "Ow, ow, not there," he says gently, and you quickly move your arms. He's warm, but that might just be because he was just leaping around buildings for the past few hours.

He rests his forehead on your shoulder. With your other hand, you smooth the hair out of his face. God, he looks awful. How did he manage to get himself beaten up this bad? Millions of questions form in your head, none of which you know the answer to.

You know he's crying when he starts shaking. Your shirt is going to get soaked, but you don't care. You hold him a little tighter. "You can tell me anything," you remind him quietly, but your voice breaks at the end.

"I miss you, Y/N." The way he says it, it shatters you completely. His voice is raw and rough, full of so much emotion that you weren't prepared for. Your lip trembles slightly and threatening tears fill your eyes.

"I-I can't be Spider-Man. Not if you're not there with me, Y/N, I just can't. I need to hear your voice through my suit, because I can't focus on anything anymore. I can't fight without you." Your throat tightens, knowing that your situation hasn't really been much better. You quit being a hero that day because you knew you couldn't keep doing it on your own. And it's been killing you since.

All of your previous hatred for Peter disappears like nothing. You can't even bring yourself to be angry at him anymore. You don't care about what he did. All you can see is how hurt he is now, and how he needs your help. You close your eyes and let yourself cry as his voice continues

"I never wanted to hurt you. When I found out that you were S/N, I got scared. I thought you wouldn't like me if I was more than regular Peter Parker to you. But I was stupid to think I could make it work. I know I broke our promise, and I'm so sorry for that." You stare out your window, tears streaming freely. You should've been there out with him. All of the emotion you bottled up for a month comes pouring out in a rushing torrent. You somehow kept it all together for an entire month. You avoided him whenever you could, you ignored his texts and calls. You did everything you could, and it tore you apart inside to do it all. Only now are you feeling the pain you pushed away then, deep in your heart.

"Please look at me." You look at him, and he lifts his head to face you. Gently, you set a hand on his cheek.

"You don't have to say sorry anymore, Peter. I forgive you. I forgive you." You rest your forehead against his, trying to calm down so you can stop crying.

He finally wipes his tears away with the sleeve of his suit and does the same for you before looking into your eyes. It's only now that you realize how close you are to him. "I-I love you, Y/N. I always have, I just didn't know until now." He whispers, leaning in slightly.

You close your eyes and kiss him, gentle and sweet and everything you expected. You've never kissed anyone before Peter, so you're going entirely by instinct. His arm reaches around your waist and tugs you closer. His other hand rests on your cheek, bringing warmth to you. The butterflies in your stomach intensely flutter, and you let it all consume you for a few minutes. You place one hand on the back of his neck to gently push him closer to you.

When you pull away, it's only for air. You breathe heavily, not knowing whether what just happened was real or if you were just imagining it all. You'd always read about kisses like these in novels, but you didn't know if it really existed. It seemed everything was a fantasy with Peter Parker. Old mistakes forgotten, you give him a shy smile. "I love you and that churro," you murmur, and for the first time in forever, you hear his beautiful laugh. This makes you inexplicably happy, just to see some of his sunshine poke through.

"Speaking of which, I went through a lot for that churro," Peter says. You grin and grab it to take a bite out of it in appreciation. But before you can, Peter plucks it out of your hand and eats nearly a mouthful of it.

"Now it's only half a churro!" You laugh and grab his hand to eat a bit of it before standing up. "One sec, I'll be right back."

You race downstairs, ignoring your parents' hellos and opening the freezer to grab all the frozen things you can get. They give you a strange look from across the room. Quickly, you try to think of an excuse before you drop something. "I'm, uh...hungry."

"So you're eating frozen peas?" Your dad questions, eyebrows raised in mild concern and disbelief.

"Yep," you grin nervously and sprint back up to your room before he can ask anything else. Peter sees you enter with a load of frozen things to serve as ice packs, laughing.

An hour later, you have Peter mostly well taken care of. With his guiding, you ice the bruises properly. He showers, coming out smelling like your strawberry body wash. You consider buying another bottle for him just so you can smell it when you hug him. You both sit on the bed and finish the project without wasting time, thanks to your planning. "We still have three days to do this whole thing," you remind as you add the finishing touches.

"Yeah, and that's three days that we can spend together. Under the excuse of the project, of course." He gives a mischievous smile that's so contagious that you're smiling back.

"Hm...I approve of this idea."

You don't talk again until the project is finished, and by then, it's late. "Are you sure May won't mind you staying until, like, midnight?"

"Yeah, yeah. I told her where I am, so it's all good."

He sits against your pillows, and you rest your head on his chest. You stretch your legs out on the bed. "You know," he begins. You glance up at him to signal that he has your attention. "You thought I was ripped, but I'm nothing compared to you."

"Whoa, I did not say you were ripped! I mean, you are, but that's besides the point. And thank you! I try."

Peter laughs. "Seriously though, do you work out or something? What gym do you go to?" It takes a moment for you to realize he's teasing you. You shove him slightly, trying not to smile.

"Screw you."

"I mean, that would be great, but in case you forgot, we're just fifteen. Maybe wait a while before we get that stage-"

"Oh my god. Screw you!"

"I told you, we should think about things like that before-"

"Ahh! Stop! My ears are bleeding!" You cover your ears and giggle as he gives you a big grin.

"Y/N?" Peter says after a bit of silence.

"Mhm?" You nestle your head into his neck as he loosely wraps his arm around you.

"You're going to be S/N with me now, right? Like, you'll fight crime again?" He sounds hopeful.

"Of course I will."

"Really? And you'll talk to Mr. Stark, too?"

"Okay, don't push your luck there. But I'll think about it, if it makes you happy."

"Thank you, Y/N." He looks into your E/C eyes, and in that moment, you know. Queens needs you, and Peter needs you even more. Everything is complicated, but for once, you don't hate it. Simple is starting to look a little boring with someone like Peter Parker in your life.

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IAWOWBF — Notes (#2)

Hey guys!

Juria here and we have another character profile!!

Today, we have bestest dad— Hisashi Midoriya!

1. ) Hisashi is the eldest among his siblings — following after him is Mikumo Midoriya, who decided to open up his own business that isn't Support related, and Hanamei Midoriya, who opened up her own beauty franchise.

Hisashi Midoriya

2. ) Hisashi was taught at home (home schooled) but entered high school since his parents feared he would not develop his social skills and might be ostracized in the future — there he met Inko Midoriya.

3. ) His quirk is Heat Conduction and Induction. It works by absorbing heat through touch, which is then stored in his stomach, he can keep it for as long as it wishes to but it will slowly cool down. He can absorb heat, and then induct it into any form of heat like fire, thermal heat, etc.

- His parents are Shinduko and Maria Midoriya. While Maria had a weak mind-reading quirk, Shinduko had pyrokinesis (fire manipulation).

- In light of the subject of his quirk, the Midoriya'S have a long line of quirk evolution or quirklessness. If they do have a quirk, it would be a total evolution of their predecessor/parent or, rarely, a combination of both. Some do have quirks like their parents but if not, they were just insanely genius people who were quirk less.

- His body is immune to high levels of heat but if there's longer exposure to it, his body heat will skyrocket.

- His quirk is both an emitter type and psychological type since he has to change/rearrange atomic compounds of different heat sources into which he desires, then emmit it through any hole available. (Buttholes too, if y'all are wonderin)

- His quirk, in both Manga and Anime, was briefly explained by Inko as fire breathing. As much as I like the idea of his quirk, it's *fire-breathing guys, come on, that's like, super OP*, for it to be even a sliver of a possibility for my Midoriya to even have his quirk, I had to tweak a few things. It came to me that it would be amazing, since to correlates the background of the story, that his quirk is not purely emitter, like how Yaomomo's quirk is both creation and psychological, well not evenly of both, but I think talk y'all get the point.

- This is for reference only, but the origin of the Midoriya's quirk, the ancestral line of it, has been present in previous ancestors. We are not at the point where his quirk is revealed, \(*-*)/, but basically, his family's main type of quirks usually are based around emitter or psychological. In this case, between fire/heat and the mind.

3. ) Speaking of quirks, Hisashi found out his quirk when he was helping his mother cook. When she turned around to chop some vegetables, Hisashi touched the open fire under the pot and literally had a burning hand that didn't feel the pain. When he grabbed her apron to show her his hand, he set her apron on fire (on accident).

4. ) Hisashi used to wear fire-consuming gloves since it was hard to control his quirk. As a child, he had to memorize different chemical compounds of different forms of heat. Back then, if he wanted heat to warm up someone instead of using the actual levels of heat to exude it, he would use the chemical compound of fire, which he could set that certain someone on fire.

5. ) Initially, I had planned Hisashi to be cold and distant from his son. That's why a few reference of this idea can be found in the first few paragraphs of the first chapter.

6. ) Hisashi is a supposed child genius. If you all remember our famed Shouty-Mcsploud child, Bakugou Katsuki, Hisashi was similar to his attitude when he was young, but after having siblings, he mellowed out. Sad to say, but Hisashi is quite the sadistic bastard when it comes to work. *winky wonk*

7. ) During his early teen years, basically middle school and high school, Hisashi went through a phase where he wanted to be a hero. (I call this the Hero Epidemic) He rebelled a lot, going against his parents to be a hero (well, he could be one since his quirk is kinda OP) but soon after, his father let him spend his summer with him around Japan and other countries helping him better society. So basically, his fire for helping the world through his intelligence burned brighter than his desire to punch and kick people.

8. ) As expected, Hisashi was the consistent number 1 in academics. He had a few competitors but the one that gave him a run on his money was none other than his lovely enemy-turned girlfriend-turned wife, Inko.

9. ) Hisashi actually likes to bring toddler Izuku to his office in Inzushi since when he has meetings with heroes and other corporate heads, they would coo at Izuku who in return ignored them and strive to gain Hisashi's attention.

11. ) The title of the whole series, In A World of Warm Blooded Freaks, was actually inspired by Hisashi and Izuku. I had it in my head that they liked to hug people since they are naturally warm, not quirk-warm but naturally-comfortingly-snuggle-inducing warm. I had shared the thought with my cousin, and he insisted that the title should be IAWOWBF when it was initially titled as "It's in My DNA."

10. ) When I wrote the story line of the whole series, I had planned to make Hisashi an underground drug lord. After a considerable amount of time thinking over it, the idea didn't seem right and didn't fit into the story as much.

That's all!

On October 16, I'll be posting again. I managed to finish more than a dozen of chapters with the help of persistence and guilt, with a special dose of effort from Coffee! ^_^

Thank you for your support!

Today's post correlates to my next update! Hmmm, what will it be??