#light my soul on fire

[lex-play]

Light My Soul on Fire pt 8

~*~

Katsuki did, in fact, have to call the hag for new slacks. The pair he had was much too small for him now. Much to his embarrassment, he couldn’t even pull them up past his thighs. The damn sneaky witch kept her cool over the phone, but as soon as he said bye, he heard her screeching for his father and knew that she’d be bombarding him with questions in no time.

“How are you, son?” His dad asked when Katsuki got to their house.

“M’good,” Katsuki said. He was somewhat on edge. He’d expected the hag to divebomb him as soon as he set foot in their house. The fact that she hadn’t was… concerning. She hadn’t even been the one to answer the door, and he didn’t see or hear her anywhere. “Where’s the witch?”

“Your mother is in the basement,” Masaru said with a snort. “You haven’t asked us to make you clothes in quite a while. I think she’s excited.”

Katsuki sighed. “I haven’t needed anything since the last time I asked.”

“I figured as much,” Masaru led Katsuki into the kitchen. “You only asked for casual clothes the last time.”

His tone was curious, but Bakugou Masaru wasn’t pushy. He knew that pushing Katsuki to talk would do the opposite of what he wanted, so he was content to wait at least a bit.

“Tea?”

Katsuki nodded and sat at the table with a sigh.

“How’ve you guys been?”

His father looked delighted as he immediately launched into a ramble about their fashion line and the recent happenings. For a moment Katsuki was reminded of Izuku, and he bit his lip to keep the grin off of his face. No need to give the old man anything to gossip with the hag about later.

Katsuki wasn’t sure how much time had passed when an unholy screech came from the basement stairs.

“Masa! Is the brat here yet?!”

Katsuki groaned and dropped his head into his hands as he heard his mother stomp up the stairs. He… may or may not have been stalling. It’s not that he didn’t want to see his mother or get the measurements and shit over with, he just knew how she was. When she wanted to know something she would pick and prod and poke at him, in this case possibly literally, until she learned everything she wanted to know. And like he told Kirishima, he didn’t want to jinx anything.

“Sorry Suki, I’ve been hogging him a little,” Katsuki’s dad chuckled. His mom’s face was completely unamused when she turned the corner into the kitchen.

“I’m down in the workshop sweating my tits off and going through fabrics, meanwhile you two chucklefucks are up here having a goddamn tea party,” she scoffed. The twitch to her lip gave her away.

“Nobody told you to start before I even got here, hag,” Katsuki snapped with a snort and a roll of his eyes.

“Oh fuck off,” she said. Katsuki flipped her off, the normalcy of the interaction causing him to relax almost against his will.

“You ready then?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Katsuki followed her down into the basement which doubled as a workshop for when one of his parents (or both of them on occasion) had personal projects they wanted to work on. Without being prompted, he stripped off his sweats, folded his tank top up so his midriff was bare, and moved to the raised platform that was set up.

“Nice to know you remember how this works.”

Katsuki snorted.

“I only did this once or twice a year for the first two decades of my fucking life.”

His parents would never let him wear shit off the rack or mass produced. At one point the hag had literally told him she’d rather die.

“Yeah yeah.”

A tape measure suddenly wrapped around Katsuki’s hips and he almost jumped. He’d kind of expected the interrogation to come before the measuring.

“So,” ah, there it was. “Why’d you need slacks all of a sudden?”

Katsuki shrugged one shoulder lightly, trying to keep still.

“Katsuki.”

He huffed. “I’m not even sure,” he muttered, hoping she would leave it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

Mitsuki’s hands paused for just a moment where she’d stretched the tape measure down the outside of his leg.

“What do you mean?”

Katsuki sighed and did his best to keep from shifting uncontrollably, lest he be stabbed with a pin. It had happened before.

“I mean it’s a fuckin’ surprise.”

“You’re letting someone take you someplace where you need to dress up and you don’t even know where you’re going?”

“Yes,” Katsuki snapped.

The resulting silence had katsuki on edge. His mom came into view, her eyes on where she was measuring, and he was surprised to see a soft smile on her face.

“Can I at least know the name of the person who’s charmed my notoriously difficult son?” She eventually asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Why would I do that? So you can go run another goddamn background check?”

Mitsuki sighed. “That was one time.”

“It was three times actually but nice fucking try.”

She groaned and Katsuki scoffed.

“I promise I won’t run a background check.”

Katsuki eyed her critically. “I’m supposed to just take your word?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

No. No she hadn’t.

Katsuki sighed. “Midoriya Izuku.”

Mitsuki stiffened, her brows furrowed.

“What?” Katsuki snapped. That was not the reaction he’d expected. He’d expected smugness from getting him to talk about someone he liked. Or even curiosity about the person he liked.

Not this guarded wariness.

At his tone Mitsuki shook her head.

“It’s nothing. What are they like?”

Katsuki eyed his mother with frustration. He knew she had something on her mind, but he also knew she wouldn’t fess up if she didn’t want to. He was the same, after all. So instead of pushing like he wanted to, Katsuki huffed and told his mom about how he met the omega.

If it was important, she’d tell him.

~*~

A little peek into the Bakuhouse. Wonder why Mitsuki got all weird when she found out Izuku’s name. 👀

Also to anyone who’s new to this fic it is gonna be an accidental inc*st fic so pls take care of yourselves. I’d tag it but idk how this place is with that kinda stuff and I don’t want my work removed. 😅

I also have update goals for my fics! The kofi goal for this one is up.

[eggy0lk00]

One unexpected part of being mentally ill is the guilt and shame you feel when you know someone is aware you’re having a hard time

Like I just put myself in the hospital recently and I just received a message from someone who’s worried about me and it’s literally making me want to bury myself alive rn

[jojo-schmo]

[The Forgotten Land Roleswap: Chapter 2 63-64]

The first panel on page 63 references the delicious Candyland AU by @das-a-kirby-blog🍬 

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That's about all I have to say for myself right now. My current original projects are listed below! (PS; my main blog is @dream-i-die and that's where all likes/follows will come from!)

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[ratatatastic]

"Listen, I love seeing you get into it after the whistle, too, man. Because you'll throw down—Like, you and [Steven] Stamkos went at it... you been going at it with a lot of different guys, but Evan Bouchard—" "I'm not tough! I'm not tough! No! I felt bad about that, man..." "I gotta ask about the chokehold, though! With Evan and he's like tapping out! Is he making any noises? Do you even know that he's in a compromised position? That maybe he can't breathe or whatever? What was going through your mind when this happened? And what was your reaction when you saw it afterwards?" "Yeah, I mean, listen some guys like to keep up the persona... I'm not the toughest guy in the league, I'll never claim to be that. I don't fight often. I haven't—I don't think I did last year at all, but I do believe in protecting yourself. You know, I saw Barkov get hit, and it was pretty dirty hit in my mind—in the moment, right?...before and after replay, and stuff like that. You understand the league made the right call, and what not... But, I see him, he's vulnerable, he's one of their better players, one of our better players on the ice, that was all it was, right? Just grab him and do something. You know, I felt bad about it, I apologised to him in the handshake line on the way out, right? It's all part of the game."

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[lex-play]

Light My Soul on Fire pt 5

~*~

Katsuki was a little nervous. He hadn’t been sure he’d wanted to bring the omega to this place. SmashBang was his baby. He’d built it from the ground up, even going so far as to get a loan. The hag thought he was nuts. Katsuki remembered the confusion on her face and the way she’d tilted her head as she’d asked why he hadn’t just used the money he earned from the stock he had in their company.

But he wanted to build something himself. Yeah, he knew he’d never really need to work or need to do anything by himself. He knew he’d always have their support, financial and otherwise, but he wanted to be able to look at something and say “I made this myself.”

“What is this place?” Izuku asked, pulling Katsuki out of his thoughts.

“It’s a rage room,” he said with a grin. “You seemed pretty stressed both times I’ve seen you so I thought we could let loose.”

“Oh! I’ve heard of these,” Izuku said. He followed Katsuki as he opened the door for him.

“You ever gone to one before?”

Izuku shook his head and tucked some hair behind his ear. He looked nervous and Katsuki swallowed the tease about popping his Rage Room cherry. It was way too soon for shit like that and he knew it.

“I used to come to these a shit ton as a teenager. It was a great fucking stress reliever,” he turned to the kid behind the counter. “Reservation for Bakugou.”

The guy clicked a few buttons on the computer. “Looks like you prepaid, cool. Follow me.”

They followed the kid to an open door. He gestured inside where there were thick black jumpsuits, face shields, and boxes of facemasks by the door.

“Everything is unisex so choose your size. You guys are in room three,” he pointed down a hallway lined with doors. “I’ll come get you when your time’s up.”

“Thank you,” Izuku said with a smile. Katsuki nodded at the kid, who gave them an awkward thumbs up and went back to the front counter.

“So you said you’ve been to these before?” Izuku asked as he went in and started looking for his size.

“Yep,” Katsuki said. “This is the best one in the city though.”

Izuku raised an eyebrow at him. “I suppose I’ll have to take your word on that. For now.”

“I’ll have you know I’m a fuckin expert on Rage Rooms,” Katsuki snapped playfully. He grinned over at Izuku as he zipped up his jumpsuit and the omega stuck his tongue out at him.

“Sure, Katsuki. Whatever you say, Katsuki.”

Katsuki’s mind immediately sunk into the gutter and he wanted to bash his head into a wall. He wasn’t this much of a knothead, never had been, so what the fuck? What was it about this omega that sent him and his enigma into such a damn tizzy?

He sauntered over to Izuku and looked down his nose at him with exaggerated flare.

“Exactly, whatever I say.”

Izuku smacked him in the stomach with a snort and Katsuki doubled over as the wind was knocked out of him. Damn the little omega was stronger than he looked.

“Goddamn nerd,” Katsuki wheezed. “I was joking.”

Izuku grinned and grabbed a facemask, shield already on his head, and left the room. Katsuki grinned, grabbed his own stuff and followed.

~*~*~

Izuku hoped it didn’t look like he’d fled. He had, but he didn’t want Katsuki to know that. He was so embarrassed about smacking him like that. That’s something he’d do to Shouto or Ochako or even Hitoshi. People he’d known for years that he was comfortable with.

Katsuki caught up to Izuku right when he was turning the knob on the burnt orange door with a metallic black 3 on it.

“Oh wow,” Izuku breathed.

Against one wall were targets with numbers, there was a table piled high with different types of glass and porcelain, another long table had a few computer monitors and there was a tv mounted on another wall.

Katsuki put his hand at the small of Izuku’s back and nudged him forward gently, closing the door behind them.

“Do you wanna throw shit or smash shit?”

Izuku looked up at him with wide eyes and the alpha pointed out a couple different types of baseball bats.

“Oh, um…” Izuku pinched his lower lip between his fingers and looked back at his options. “Maybe throw shit? This is weird for me,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Why?” Katsuki led him to the table.

“Well omegas are generally encouraged to be soft and sweet and chaste and-“

Katsuki’s derisive snort cut him off.

“Yeah, no. I get what you’re saying, and I’m sure you’re right, shit you’d know better than me, but that stereotype of ‘the perfect omega’ would bore the fuck out of me. Just be yourself, ok?”

Izuku felt warm. He knew it wasn’t a compliment, not really, but it felt like one. Katsuki actually seemed like he wanted to get to know Izuku, not just as some omega he thought was cute but as himself.

“Ok.”

Katsuki nodded. “Good. Now pick something to throw, picture the person you hate the most, and throw it like you’re trying to break it on their face.”

“K-Katsuki!” Izuku squeaked, scandalized.

Katsuki just grinned wider.

“What? It doesn’t hurt anyone. And it’s so fucking satisfying, watch.”

Katsuki picked up a beer bottle by the neck, cocked his arm back and threw it at the target. Izuku had to admit that the sound of it shattering was way more satisfying than he’d expected.

“Who’d you think of?” Izuku asked.

Katsuki grinned over at him. “This fucking moronic waste of oxygen I came across at work this week. Dumbass lit a candle and wound up leaving the house. Surprise fucking surprise it caught something else on fire because nobody was watching it.”

Izuku winced. “Did anyone get hurt?”

“No. Thankfully someone just walking by happened to see the fire through a window and called it in. But it could have been really fucking bad.”

Izuku shivered. “Your job seems scary.”

“It can be,” Katsuki shrugged. Then he picked up a hollow glass ball of some sort and handed it to Izuku. “Your turn.”

Izuku swallowed and lifted it in his hands.

“Think of someone you really can’t stand.”

Immediately Hitoshi’s ex, Monoma Neito came to mind.

“You’ve got someone in mind. I can see it on your face,” Katsuki sounded delighted and Izuku didn’t know how to take that. “Tell me about ‘em.”

“My friend’s ex,” Izuku said. “Hitoshi and I have known each other since high school and then here comes Monoma the freaking jerk acting like I’m trying to steal Hitoshi from him or something.”

“Wow, he said that to you?” Katsuki’s tone was goading, Izuku could hear it, but he was getting so mad that he rose to the taunt anyway.

“Yes! But I never told Toshi because I knew he’d break up with Monoma and I didn’t want him to think he was right! And then!” Izuku was on a roll now. He squeezed the glass ball between his hands as he spoke. “Then he cheated on my friend and had the absolute audacity to blame him and accuse him of cheating first! With me!”

Katsuki looked a little dazed for a moment, and Izuku would probably feel bad for dumping all of this on him later, but he’d literally asked. Then he pointed to the target on the wall and grinned.

“Throw the damn glass like it’s his face, Freckles.”

Izuku growled, cocked his arm back and threw the glass as hard as he could. It shattered against the wall and it was even more satisfying than when Katsuki had done it.

“Oh,” he said, panting. Izuku turned around to face Katsuki again, grinning. “You were right, that felt great.”

“You looked like you enjoyed that,” Katsuki said. His voice was raspy and Izuku swore it was a little deeper for a moment but then he cleared his throat and tossed him a bottle from the pile. “Do it again.”

Izuku’s grin sharpened.

“Gladly.”

[majorasnightmare]

from one mineru lover to another ... can i pleek hear the headcanons you have for her

KICKS DOWN DOOR

YES ABSOLUTELY

some loose context for the headcanons i have for her

the zonai hail from the silent realm and formed 3 major settlements originating from the decaying trial gates, one in the sky islands, one in faron, and one below in the depths (using the eldin gate that had since been buried under hyrules changing landscape). by the time of totks ancient era, the zonai had been slowly and steadily migrating back to the silent realm with mineru and rauru being the last to stay

hailing from the silent realm, the zonai culturally place a massive emphasis on self betterment through trials, self inflicted or otherwise, as a way of marking time through growth, in service to the goddesses

im using the oot elements, so the gerudo get spirit (which manifests as lightning) and mineru gets shadow, linking her to the sheikah and the technology theyll create

rauru and ganondorf are exes who had an EXTREMELY messy breakup before rauru founded hyrule

i can elaborate on that more (and will later) but for NOW

MINERU

so i headcanon mineru as this character thats deeply atheistic and autistic. which doesnt make a lick of sense until i explain it further lmao

mineru, to me, is this person thats deeply materialist, whereas her brother rauru is deeply idealist, and sonia is a staunch spiritualist (which is why her and rauru make such a good match for each other). minerus primary concern is The Real. the golden goddesses are Concretely Real but their influence is negligible. mineru grows up in a culture that dedicates themselves to spiritual self growth through trials of self betterment for, ostensibly, the sake of three goddesses no one will ever see or talk to or be touched by. they exist, surely, because the triforce exists, because their power exists, but mineru will never see them, hear them, talk to them, touch them, or see their hands mold reality. in every aspect she would care about, They Are Not Real. and so ascribing to a cultural norm of "betterment through trial" (needless struggle and self doubt) just. doesnt click for her. why chase spiritual enlightenment when theres shit to do RIGHT here?

shes this kind of gruff, non social person who nonetheless cares deeply and intensely but wants to dedicate her effort and energy to things she considers important. her brothers important. her work is important. vague divine approval? unimportant. shes more concerned with how things tick than the Grand Plan of it all.

a lot of this makes itself manifest in her role (in my headcanons and aus) as the sage of shadow, if you understand shadow as Unseen (Concealed) Truth. why do the islands float? how does zoanite work? what can we do with this energy? what can we make? how can we build on it? shadow magic, imo, requires a strong thread of creativity. its what makes OoTs shadow temple so brutal and the history behind it so heinous. but it isnt inherently bad. its creativity, imagination, the Unreal. its the drawing of a curtain and the throwing it aside. this underlying current, the need to understand How and Why, is what makes minerus cutscenes with this understanding so much more enjoyable to me.

mineru is this character defined by her inventions, whos headpiece mirrors the goggles purah and robbie wear, whos role as shadow, the creator the inventer the counterculture, will be revisited when the sheikah create technological wonders that will spread throughout hyrule. she makes a mech to house her soul to survive the thousands of years into the future. whereas other sages choose a successor, mineru says "youll see me there in the temple my damn self." because if you want something done right you do it yourself!

i headcanon mineru and rauru as hailing from the sky island zonai civilization, and theyre the last hyrule dwelling generation. she grew up watching these senseless tests of courage that just risked major injury for no good reason, and then her baby brother goes off to better himself because he wants to make a meaningful impact in the world, and it just cascades into a dominos of bad decisions. she doesnt put any stock into divine intervention because the only people who can save anything are us. i picture her being endlessly fascinated by her home and the constructs and that curiosity being the foundation for a lot of what she does from there on out. becoming a fantasy mechanic, an inventor, getting down into the nitty gritty of a machine and getting covered in grime and oil but not caring because theres a problem that needs fixing and she has a wrench. voraciously tearing into any book she can find, any historical record, being this treasure trove of information and trivia and history because she cant help but come back to those questions, how?, why?, again and again.

itd be easy to hear her described as anti social and gruff, and see her interpreted as a little standoffish and blunt, and end up viewing her as kind of an ass, and you wouldnt be wrong per se but its really just that mineru only really puts effort into a relationship she cares about, and she really REALLY pro cons that shit. her first and foremost concern is rauru, her little brother, and as the zonai migrate back to the silent realm, her last remaining family. when rauru descends to the surface in search of problems to fix and Be Of Help, mineru correctly assesses his budding relationship with the gerudo royal is one fated for disaster, because nothing good comes from entering a relationship just to "fix them" regardless of how well intentioned and kind hearted you may be. because of this she doesnt invest much into getting to know ganondorf as he interacts with her brother, because shes expecting it to blow up and doesnt want any of that blowback. nevertheless when that comes to a head in the WORST possible way (a situation in the au that results in the creation of the gibdo queen, the first blood moon, the deaths of several gerudo guards and the eventual deaths of koume and kotake, a situation that will then contribute to The TotK situation) mineru beats herself up every day for not being more involved. her brother is sweet, and truly believes in the ideals of the zonai he was raised with, that to struggle is to overcome trial and better ones self, and such an effort is a spiritual responsibility of those hailing from the silent realms, created by divine hands, because of the power theyre capable of wielding. she cant fault him for that, because rauru IS capable of great good and he WANTS to help people so bad, but as mineru surmised years earlier, when your inundated with this concept that You Have Power and your Obligated To Use It, you never stop to think that maybe you arent the best person to solve this issue. you cant use a wrench for a screwdrivers issue. and knowing that, knowing rauru is driven to help but too inexperienced to know what he CAN help with, mineru feels responsible for not stopping him from biting off more than he can chew. (rauru, on his end, solely blames himself)

so shes a bit More Present when he meets sonia and when his idealism leads him to found hyrule, she stays close, but she really can NOT be assed to be dragged into politics because jesus christ. no. but she continues to be like. Peak Older Sister. every time rauru has a problem, shes the one he turns to. every time rauru wants advise, he asks mineru. he loves her a lot and relies on her guidance because he considers her one of the smartest people he knows (she is, along with sonia) and even though most of the time its rauru once again trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, theyve basically been abandoned by the rest of their people (who have written hyrule off as this kind of Fun Ordeal but Not Worth It as they go on being fucking. philosopher kings in a realm of Eternal Silent Trial where you can freely perfect whatever magic bullshit you want without worry of a body count or, ya know, consequences because very little is physically tangible there). mineru isnt going to like. continue that trend, and just leave rauru to it. hes a grown adult for sure, but that just means its his responsibility to grow and change as a person, not that he cant ask for help. especially because she doesnt want him to handle everything alone

so shes hands off with the hyrule business, and plus sonias got a good head on her shoulders, shes a nice balance to raurus Impulsive Do Gooding and helps him move from individual action to Systemic Good (tho that in itself is another one of Raurus Bad Impulsive Ideas because founding a Divine Kingdom of Good is a fools errand). and for the most part mineru is fairly assured that it wont blow up too horribly (*loud incorrect buzzer*) but man. when they show up with zelda.

so raurus very much a "im divinely obligated to help people" and sonias v much a "fate ordained our meeting" type and mineru is very very much Not That. but zelda? zelda is so much closer in personality to mineru, so when rauru and sonia show up with this girl from the future that theyve basically adopted, minerus like "alright you are once again Back On Your Bullshit so im NOT getting Into It" AND YETTT. zelda ALSO cant stop asking how? and why? (because light and shadow are closer than most people think), and zeldas so invested in what makes this tech work, how it functions, what makes it go, and while rauru and sonia try to give zelda the best they can, zeldas also similarly thrilled to get her fancy white dress all gunked up with oil cuz theres a plug that needs reconnecting and mineru cant get her hand thru the gap. they get on like a house on fire and despite herself mineru loves zelda. absolutely adores her. which was NOT on todays to do list, for sure. and so despite herself mineru is now including zelda in her (very small) circle of family and similarly mineru is this gruff no nonsense figure zelda can earnestly talk to whos similarly concerned with the Real and the Practical and how it can be applied to solve our problems instead of omens chasing and prophecy fulfilling. which is why mineru goes out of her way to help zelda in a way she generally doesnt for sonia because well. zeldas basically her niece. and sonia can handle herself. and also zelda loves hearing about weird programming quirks in the constructs. so its really just kind of inevitable

but minerus pursuit of knowledge is why she knows about draconification (and rauru doesnt), and why rauru comes to her for help because thats kind of his habit. its a lot like asking big sis to beat bowser for you cuz you cant get it, and like she clowns on you for it but still takes the controller.

and when rauru and sonia are like "the ganondorf situation is Our Problem and we arent involving zelda" mineru is 100% behind that because uhh YEAH rauru it IS ur problem this is YOUR ex and your series of Questionable Decisions, but also why she throws herself into it because she does still carry that responsibility. she still feels that guilt for not protecting rauru from himself as his older sister, and that so many people suffered, and that now more people she cares about ARE suffering and WILL suffer. a feeling thats compounded by raurus sacrifice sealing ganondorf

understanding how the sky islands float was a childhood dream of minerus, to understand the hand of the divine and make it tangible and real, and while she achieves that, with the help of someone who really truly gets her and her work, the context surrounding it is so grief stricken and heart rending it thoroughly spoils the joy of scientific pursuit, which is probably why it isnt something mineru records in a lot of detail. in a lot of ways mineru loses all the people she considers family to that same Hand of Divinity, which imo makes mineru being atheist more richly thematic and adds to her character. its this combination of "am i being punished for my lack of faith?" alongside this determination to assert your individual power in SPITE of divine influence, taking herself to the present by her own craft and the sheer power of ingenuity and creativity and the aid of an equally learned peer. also her spirit bond is on the middle finger. i love that for her

this is long as fuck so im throwing bonus thoughts in the tags

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