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🐙 Marina Ida x Male Reader Headcanons! 🐙

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She leaves you for Pearl.

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MHA BOYS: MIDORIYA, IIDA, SHOJI, KIRISHIMA

Their Favorite Thing You Do

MIDORIYA

Midorya loves it when you laugh. He will take you on dates to comedy shows and things you find cute just to see you laugh. He likes to take pictures of you when you are in the middle of laughing. He and Shoto show each other pictures of you and Shoto's significant other.

IIDA

Iida loves it when you take his glasses off. If you notice they're dirty you'll take them off and clean them while he tries his hardest to see you. He absolutely melts when you take his glasses off to kiss him.

SHOJI

Shoji loves it when you give him hugs. You can't help it, he has the best hugs!! But it always takes Shoji by surprise when he sees you run up to him with your arms out. He still is basking in the fact that you're not scared of him let alone that you like him close to you. He really is a gentle giant.

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima loves it when you hold on to his forearm. He's a strong gentleman and when you do that he feels that way. He will almost literally bounce up and down in excitement and pride from you doing and his good mood will be ten times better (if that's possible). He will brag to Bakugo non-stop.

[jupit3r-st4r]

OKAY TUMBLR.

I don’t know what my brain has conjured here.. BUT... HEAR ME OUT...

[faulty-writes]

[ Hello my dear followers and or fans. I present to you, a Tensei series. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but yeah, it ended up being 40+ pages long so I turned it into a series. A Christmas/Holiday series at that. Guess this makes up for the lack of Tensei content on my blog. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter! I’m tagging @ladycoleigh since I’m sure they’ll appreciate some Tensei content. ]

[ The two of you had been friends since your early days of Yuuei and since Tensei’s abrupt retirement, you have been learning how to be the new leader of Team Idaten and every good leader knows how to throw a holiday party. Unfortunately, shortly after Tensei’s arrival duty calls and he has to find something else to preoccupy his time until you return. ]

A sense of warmth lingered in the air, in addition to the soft festive glow from the twinkling fairy lights that adorned the ceiling, casting a golden radiance over the room and the people who stood in it. Strings of bright green ivory with touches of vibrant red and gold within their small branches decorated the doorways and windows.

The scent of freshly cut pine and cinnamon was strong, and several tables were lined with traditional holiday fare. The succulent aroma of roasted meats and sugar-coated cookies accompanied by the scent of spiced cider created a comforting blend that was usually associated with the festive season.

The gentle hum of holiday music echoed through the joyful chatter between the guests that were seated around the various tables provided, their faces illuminated with merriment. Overall, the room exceeded exactly what you were going for. Enchanting yuletide charm and holiday season magic.

Of course, you had your reasons for trying to impress. After your closest friend, Tensei, was injured by The Hero Killer: Stain, he insisted that you lead Team Idaten. It came as a shock, and thinking about it still filled you with an indescribable rage.

Tensei out of all people didn’t deserve to have such a fate and for his pro-hero career to be abruptly stolen from him. Yeah, maybe those were the risks of being a hero. However, some might argue that death is better than watching your life’s work shatter into nothingness overnight.

Although a bit rough at first, Tensei remained positive throughout the whole ordeal. In addition to trusting you to lead his agency, he entrusted Tenya, his little brother, to carry on his hero name. In that sense, you were almost certain that Tensei only chose you to be leader until you deemed Tenya ready to take over in your stead.

So, in retrospect, it was more of a temporary promotion if anything. Still, you couldn’t deny Tensei, and it wasn’t just because he was your closest friend. There was another reason, but it was one that you didn’t dare speak for fear of ruining what you had created with him over the years.

Yet it seemed that you were constantly faced with moments like these, where love and devotion were highest and begged you to just confess already. Valentine’s Day and Christmas seemed to be primary holidays where this overwhelming feeling was the strongest, yet every year you did nothing.

Apart from fearing that someone else would take him away from you, that is. What a life. Anyways, the reason you had rushed to put together this elegant little shindig, a day before Christmas Eve no less, was because Tensei had thrown a holiday party every year to celebrate his team and let them know he appreciated them.

Furthermore, it allowed the team members who couldn’t make it home for the holiday to at least feel like they had a family at Team Idaten. As such, you wanted to make sure everything was perfect and that your unofficial guest of honor, Tensei, would be amazed when he stepped, or uh, rolled through the doors of his former agency.

When that moment finally occurred, he glanced around the room, taking in every little detail while grinning ear to ear. “Wow, you guys went all out,” he turned to look over his shoulder at Enigma, one of his former sidekicks.

She had a rather unique appearance, with long black hair styled into two braids and straight-cut bangs that rested against her forehead. Her eyes, be them a tad creepy, were oval-shaped and completely blacked-out. No pupil or iris to be seen.

In contrast to her rather dark appearance, she wore a festive dress colored red with a string of lights encircling her body that flashed various hues of green, yellow, and blue. She looked at Tensei and nodded. “That’s awesome!” He declared, looking around the room again. “I can’t believe Y/n organized this,” he said, chuckling softly.

“Hm…” he turned his wheelchair, facing Enigma. “I was stoked when I got the invitation, and I thought-” Well, he thought you would be the first to greet him when he arrived. Then again, he bore the weight of his former agency on your shoulders when he was forced to retire, so it was understandable that you were too busy to greet him.

Still, that wouldn’t stop him from asking “Where is Y/n?” Enigma tilted her head before pointing across the room. Tensei knitted his eyebrows and turned his wheelchair to see you engaged in conversation with someone else. Maybe another hero or the newest addition to the agency that he hadn’t met yet.

Either way, his stomach churned, and the faintest frown spread across his face. The two of you had been friends since your Yuuei days, you shared countless memories and struggles. You helped him pick his hero alias and were the first person to support his idea of creating an agency solely out of sidekicks.

He was grateful to you but never knew how to show you that. But one thing was always true, nothing separated the two of you, at least so far. It was funny to think that he had been more worried about losing you than his own life or career when Stain rendered him...useless.

At least temporarily. But in the end, everything worked out. Well, almost everything. As he stared at you, a longing sigh escaped him. He knew the holiday season was usually filled with miracles, and boy could he use one to finally capture your heart.

“Mmhm, yes, and I-” you paused when you happened to glance across the room and noticed Tensei. Your body stiffened and your heart immediately skyrocketed, pounding against your ribcage erratically. Shivers ran through your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake and your hands feeling clammy.

You tried to steady your breathing which had become shallow and heavy. “E-excuse me,” you said and quickly walked across the room. It was unbefitting for a leader to appear nervous or uncertain, but as far as you were concerned, your feelings for Tensei were well hidden underneath the facade that you two were nothing more than friends.

Taking a deep breath, you flexed your fingers as if trying to get rid of the nerves and smiled at him. “Hey, I’m glad you could make it!” You exclaimed, leaning over to hug him. His embrace, as always, was loving and gentle despite feeling the curve of his muscles as he curled his arms around you.

His musky earthy scent filled your nostrils and reminded you of the crisp outdoors. You hoped that he couldn’t feel the fastened pace of your heart, but even if he did, you could always make up some excuse for it. Even if you detested lying to the person your heart yearned for.

“Sorry I haven’t kept in contact, it’s been a little crazy lately,” you explained as you leaned back and crouched down, laying your hand on one of his armrests. It was then that you examined his outfit more closely. He was wearing a sharp, tailored blue suit accompanied by a white shirt underneath it.

This created a striking contrast to his overall polished but casual appearance. A silk tie colored midnight blue hugged the collar of his shirt, and polished dress shoes adorned his feet that remained on the footrests of his wheelchair and completed his ensemble while instilling a touch of the famous Iida charm along with it.

He smiled at you, that same gentle smile you had fallen in love with over the years. “That’s alright,” he replied, his eyes beaming with happiness. “Actually…I know this is short notice but…” he paused and rubbed the side of his neck.

“Would you like to join my family for Christmas Eve dinner?” You tilted your head, surprised Tensei hadn’t asked you that sooner. “My mom’s been asking about you, and she’s also a little worried given how busy you’ve been lately.” You couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, that was Mrs.Iida for you.

Although you had gotten to know his family well over the years, it was a surprise that they hadn’t proposed that you marry Tensei. “Sure, it would be an honor,” you replied before the sound of the front doors and a loud “Yeeeeah!” drew your attention away.

The first one that caught your eye was a short boy with a messy crop of green hair, freckles colored his cheeks, and he was wearing the standard gray Yuuei uniform. Next to him was a familiar face, that of Tenya. He looked as he usually did, with his hair combed and neat and polished glasses on his face.

He, too, was wearing his Yuuei uniform. Between them was a face you hadn’t seen before, however. A young girl with long, white hair that was pulled back and separated into pigtails. Her eyes, colored bright red, were wide, and a small amount of fear or maybe social anxiety filled them.

You quickly assumed she wasn’t used to attending parties thus she was a bit shy when it came to crowds. In addition, you noticed that a small horn poked out of the right side of her forehead. She was wearing a fuzzy red Santa hat, which matched the red dress with the white trim she wore.

On her legs were black tights and white trim also lined the boots she was wearing. She glanced around the room once more cautiously stepping behind the boy with green hair. “Hey, it’s o-okay Eri,” he said, looking down at her.

She returned his gaze but said nothing. “I agree!” Chimed in Tenya, his hand chopping through the air at rapid speed. “There is very little to fear, for you are surrounded by the best-known heroes!” He announced, causing a few heads to turn his way and Tensei to chuckle.

“That’s my little brother for you,” he said in a soft tone, and a smile on his face. It was nice to see that he was proud of Tenya regardless. “I-it is?” Eri asked, looking at him but seconds later, she jolted involuntarily when Hizashi laid his hand on her head, affectionately ruffling her hair.

Despite being raised by several of the teachers, plus Mirio and Izuku for a few years she was still getting used to a kind touch. “There’s nothing to worry about!” He announced with a big wide grin, letting his hand fall to his side.

“It’s true, you’re surrounded by the coolest kats. Don’t worry now, Aizawa put me in charge, ya dig?! I wouldn’t let anything happen to ya!” he said, trying his best to encourage Eri. Although he hadn’t spent as much time with her as Mirio, Izuku, Shota, or Toshinori had.

He continued to try and make a connection with her. She needed as much comfort and love as she could get, and well, he couldn’t just sit aside and ignore her. Still, she seemed to have enough sense to believe his words.

“Mm, o-okay,” she replied but only grew more anxious when you walked over with Tensei rolling close behind you. “Hey Tenya,” you greeted happily, and he bowed in respect. “Good evening, Y/n!” He declared, once again chopping his hand through the air.

“Thank you for the invitation, we are very honored to attend such a festive celebration!” He stated. “Oh yeah?” you replied before glancing at the green-haired boy who looked just as nervous as the little one. His posture stiffened and he bowed.

“H-hello!” His voice fluctuated and that stutter didn’t help. “M-my name is Izuku Midoriya! I’m in Y-Yuuei’s hero course, C-class 3-A!” he announced, and your eyes sparkled with recognition. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard of you.” Turning to Tenya you said, “Is this the Midoriya you talked about before?” He nodded.

“Yes! Midoriya has been a wonderful example of a hero student and has inspired me to become a hero I can be proud of!” He announced, causing Izuku to flush furiously. “I-Iida I d-don’t think I mean…I j-just try my b-best and…” you chuckled.

“Well, sounds like you two are good friends,” you commented, and Tenya turned to Izuku and Eri. “This is Y/n, my brother’s closest friend and leader of Team Idaten,” he explained and felt some amusement when Izuku’s eyes lit up.

“W-what? N-no way, y-you’re the leader of…I h-have so many q-questions!” He blurted out, causing you to snicker. “I’d be glad to answer your questions…another time, tonight I’d like you to enjoy yourselves as guests of Team Idaten,” you said before looking at Tenya.

“Also, you forgot to mention one thing,” he looked at you with knitted eyebrows, he was certain he had not forgotten anything when he introduced you. “I’m only the temporary leader of Team Idaten, when Tenya is ready, he’ll become the new leader. Until then I’m going to be pushing him,” you said, punching him in the shoulder.

“He’ll get there, don’t worry,” Tensei chimed in, rolling closer to his brother to lay his hand on his arm. Tenya stiffened, it was still a little hard for him to see his brother in this state, even years after the fact. He took a deep breath and laid his hand over Tensei’s.

“T-thank you, brother,” he replied and while they were having a family moment, you looked at Hizashi. “So, Aizawa couldn’t make it?” you asked, and he shrugged. “Nah,” he said, waving his leather-covered hand through the air.

It seemed that he didn’t want or didn’t take the time to dress up for the party considering he was wearing his usual hero attire, complete with directional speaker encircling his neck. “Said he was busy with something else, so I’m covering for him,” he explained.

“Hm, okay so…” you glanced down at Eri who shivered when she locked eyes with you briefly and shyly looked away. The corner of your lip curled into a smile. She reminded you of yourself, at least until you met Tensei who helped you come out of your shell.

You placed your hands on your knees and leaned toward her even though she remained hiding behind Izuku. “Hi,” you said in a soft and friendly voice, but she continued to look away. “What’s your name?” you asked. Yes, you heard it earlier, but might as well be polite.

“U-um…I…” She latched onto her lip, chewing it nervously. “This is E-Eri!” Izuku said as he placed his hand gently on her back. “It’s okay, Y-Y/n is a hero too!” he reminded her. “Eri is a wonderful name, a pretty name for a pretty girl,” you said, hoping your compliment would butter her up enough to at least speak a few words to you.

“Uh, mmhm,” she replied. Well…that was better than nothing. “Heh,” you continued to smile and slowly stood up before looking at Hizashi again. “Well, I hope you guys enjoy th-” You paused when you heard someone calling your name.

Sighing, you muttered, “What now?” under your breath. Turning around, you saw Onemu Shiny, another member of your team running up to you. She was a short woman with equally short hair that fell to her ears in gentle curls.

She also had two distinct horns on the sides of her head. Her usual cheongsam mini dress and domino mask were replaced with a tight-fitting, maroon-colored dress. The front of it was adorned with sparkles that reflected the light in the room.

The air around her seeped with thick tension and you heard her catch her breath before speaking. “Explosions are occurring in the city district of Naruhata, several are injured, and four separate villains are on the loose.” That thick tension increased, almost suffocating you and silence fell over the room.

Your heart raced and the weight of everyone’s eyes fell on you, the leader. The one that would now call the shots, and how the operation of this mission would go. You glanced at Tensei, who was wearing a stern expression, Tenya who stood next to him mirrored it.

There was no longer any merry chatter echoing, and several guests were looking at you with interest. There was a mixture of curiosity and judgment in their gazes, and it caused a small amount of anger to brew inside of you. Who were they to judge you anyway?

The corner of your lip turned up, and a disgruntled smirk followed. It was amusing to think that before you would have cowered to others like them, those who thought you couldn’t properly fulfill your duties as a leader. But just like back then, you were ready to show everyone you had what it took.

Your hands curled into fists, and a sense of determination washed over you like a violent wave attempting to sink a ship in the middle of a thunderstorm at sea. Then your voice pierced through the air, “Team Idaten!” Like a well-oiled machine, the members of your team formed three lines in front of you.

Each line represented their role on the team. The first line was those that would stay at the control center of the agency, monitoring everyone’s actions and relaying messages and instructions back and forth between Team Two.

Team Two, as you can imagine, were the members that made up the front line. They would be the ones facing, fighting, and apprehending the villains in question. On occasion, they’d help Team Three with support and damage control.

Team Three mainly specialized in evacuation and tending to the injured, however. A sense of pride filled you. In moments like these, you were reminded how much you loved being a leader, working together as a team, and most of all, saving people.

After receiving instructions, the teams hurried to their designated stations, and you were about to run off as well. But a strong hand pulled you back causing you to stumble in response. You turned, ready to yell at the one who dared hold you back.

Instead, you latched onto your lip forcing your momentary anger down when you realized it was Tensei. His eyes locked with yours before speaking. “Take care of yourself,” he said before looking at Hizashi. “Do you want to take your students on this mission?” he asked, and you glanced at the man in question.

“Why yes! I believe this would be a wonderful opportunity to display the heroic skills that our prestigious school has taught us! We are licensed heroes, and it would be an honor to work alongside Team Idaten!” Tenya announced much to your and Hizashi’s dislike.

So much for being guests and enjoying a relaxing festive evening. He placed his hand on his hips, sighing. “Yeah yeah, I guess that’d be alright,” he replied before looking at Tenya and Izuku. “But don’t ya guys mess up, ya dig!?” He shouted, his voice vibrating off the walls and causing the tables and chairs to tremble.

The guests immediately covered their ears, hissing in response to the hero’s quirk. However, Hizashi seemed to ignore this given he was far too used to people, mostly students, reacting to his quirk in such a manner. Instead, he pressed his hands against his chest. “I’ll supervise ya alongside Y/n,” he stated with a large grin.

Tenya nodded while Izuku looked uncertain. “Well,” he said, placing his hand on top of Eri’s head. She looked terrified, more than likely because she didn’t want to be left alone in a strange place. “What…a-about Eri? W-we can’t just leave her an-” Tensei slowly inched over to the two of them and looked at Eri with a smile.

However, that terrified look remained on her face, and he partly understood why. Tenya had shared a few details about her previously and he knew that while it was okay to be afraid of the world, you relied on heroes to make it just a little less scary.

Like many others, Tensei, despite being retired, had the heart of a hero and even now, it continues to shine fiercely. At that moment, he wanted to be Eri’s hero and if he made her feel welcome and safe, then he had done his job. “I’ll watch her,” he insisted, and Eri looked at him in disbelief.

“B-but…M-Mr. Deku…” she said looking up at him, but he smiled and crouched down beside her. “It’s okay, I-Iida-san used to be a h-hero. One of the g-greatest heroes, and y-you can trust him!” Tensei nodded and grinned as he extended his hand out to Eri.

“What do you say? We can have fun together until my little brother and Midoriya come back,” he suggested. Eri once again looked at Izuku before stepping toward the man in the wheelchair. She looked at it curiously. “W-why are you in a chair?” Tensei kept a smile on his face and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling softly.

“That’s kind of a long story,” he said and one he didn’t feel like sharing, at least not to her. There’s a chance it would frighten her and well, he couldn’t have that. Not when he was trying to make her feel safe and gain her trust for the time being.

So instead, he grinned. “Hey, I have an idea!” He said, rolling his wheelchair back an inch or two. “Why don’t I give you a tour of the agency? You can sit on my lap while I wheel you around, it’s the best seat in the house!” He joked, smiling yet again.

She tensed up a bit, unsure of his request until she felt a gentle hand on her back. “Huh?” She turned, seeing Izuku smiling down at her. “Go a-ahead,” he encouraged her and though she bit her lip in response, she stepped forward and awkwardly sat on Tensei’s lap, her hands fisted into the front of his suit.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have an awesome time,” he assured her, and you couldn’t help but smile. Tensei was very kind, and he extended that kindness to strangers and children alike. “Ready?” He asked, keeping one arm draped over her shoulders while he turned his wheelchair around and began rolling toward the nearest hallway.

Eri looked at Izuku who waved her goodbye as she left the room with Tensei. In a way, it was probably best that she be separated from the party given her shy nature. “Alright, come on,” you said, clapping your hands. “There are people in danger, we cannot waste another moment,” you instructed and Izuku tensed up.

“R-right!” he exclaimed, and Tenya nodded. “Apologies! Let us proceed without delay!” he stated and Hizashi grinned as he walked past them. “Time to get to work, kiddos!” He announced. Crime stopped for no one, and villains didn’t care what day of the year it was, they would do what they pleased.

Fortunately, their rein was about to come to a screeching halt thanks to the efforts of you, your team, and of course, the extra help provided by Hizashi, Izuku, and Tenya. “Heh, sorry this must all be new to you, right?” Eri paused and looked at him, a small pout decorating her lips.

“Have you ever been to an agency before? Heh, they’re pretty cool. I remember when I first opened mine.” A smile came to his face when he thought about you. “I had doubts about it, I spent a lot of time worrying if I’d be a good leader, but Y/n always put those doubts to rest,” he commented, getting a dreamy look in his eye.

“I don’t know what I would have done withou-” he paused when he noticed the look Eri was giving him. “Oh right, sorry,” he chuckled. “This is about you,” he continued rolling down the hallway which, much like the main room where the party was occurring, was lit up with festive lights that flickered.

The sound of the holiday music was faded but still audible. “Hm…” he came to a stop in the hallway. “What can we do…” he needed something to distract Eri and tapped his lips a few times before inspiration struck him. “I got it!” He announced, pointing his finger toward the ceiling.

He grinned at Eri who had gotten startled by his sudden outburst. “Why don’t you write a letter to Santa?” he chuckled. “I’m sure that’ll pass the time until everyone returns,” he suggested. Eri’s reaction wasn’t what he expected, however.

She frowned and looked away from him. “I…I don’t know what I want…” she said, even years after being free from Kai’s clutches she remained with emotional scars and those emotional scars often made her reluctant to receive gifts or to ask for anything.

Tensei furrowed his brow, but after a moment, he smiled. “Yeah, that’s hard to decide sometimes, especially when you feel like you don’t want or need anything,” he commented, placing his hand on top of her head. She trembled and looked at him even as he continued to smile at her.

“But sometimes you have to remind yourself that you deserve a gift too,” he said before lowering his hand. “Santa is the one person who won’t judge you no matter what you ask for,” Eri knitted her eyebrows. “…Santa?” She repeated. “Yup! I’m sure he visited you last year,” or so he assumed.

“He visits everyone and leaves them gifts, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you wrote him a letter telling him what you wanted,” he said as he resumed rolling to the end of the hallway where your office was. After carefully opening the door and rolling inside, the room was illuminated with light and a sense of nostalgia washed over him.

He couldn’t help but look around, and though it may sound selfish, he was happy you hadn’t changed anything. You could have done anything with it, painted the walls an entirely different color, or replaced all the furniture. Instead, you left it alone.

He wondered if that was because this used to be his office and you didn’t have the heart to change anything. All the walls were white, except the furthest left one which was adorned with framed calligraphy of the Team Idaten logo which resembled what Tensei looked like in his hero suit encased in a circle.

Underneath it, the words ‘Representative: Turbo Hero Ingenium’ were displayed. “You can sit at the desk, I’ll go find some paper and pens,” he replied, Eri hesitantly slid off his lap and cautiously approached the large wooden desk that appeared polished and had a stack of arranged documents on the far-right corner.

It rested in front of a large window that overlooked the bustling city below which was illuminated against the dark evening sky, causing various colored hues to peer in through the window. The smell of freshly cut pine and cinnamon was now replaced with a faint aroma of green tea.

The source of this was the small hot water dispenser, with delicate teacups, that sat on a low table in the right corner of the room. Zabuton cushions surrounded said table and its main purpose was for last-second meetings, usually informal.

Most of the time you found yourself using it to get a moment of peace when you felt overwhelmed by your workload and needed some freshly brewed tea to keep going. Eri carefully pushed the chair back and climbed onto it, laying her hands on the cool surface.

The sound of several drawers opening and closing echoed through the room as Tensei searched through them. He managed to find a few blank pieces of paper, and while he had found some pens, upon second thought, crayons would be more appropriate for Eri to use.

“Ah!” He exclaimed when he finally found some buried at the bottom of one of the drawers. Although they were broken in half, they were still usable, and he smiled before placing the items on his lap and rolling over to the desk.

He placed the papers down before sliding one in front of her and placing the crayons on top of it. He offered her a smile in response to her confused expression. “Mm…” she looked down and grabbed a red crayon, tapping it absentmindedly against the paper.

“Heh,” Tensei continued to smile, and waited a few minutes for her to begin writing but alas, she only wrote ‘Mr. Santa,’ and nothing else. He assumed she still didn’t know what she wanted to ask for this year. “How about I write a letter too?” he suggested, maybe if she saw him writing one it would inspire her.

He smiled and took another piece of paper before grabbing a blue crayon. “Hm,” he tapped it against his lips a few times, he knew what he wanted but how could he write that when Eri was watching him so intensely? Then again, honesty was best.

If he didn’t wish from the bottom of his heart, how could he be a good example for her? The only problem was how to convey what he wanted on paper…to Santa. Well, the only way to find out was to do it. So, without delay, he began writing his letter.

[ Chapter II ]

[lupinoschums]

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

I realise my second last post could be taken as me saying people who stumble across the Manor find the depressive human woman more intimidating than the man-eating spider monster. This is an inaccurate view of things, they find her more intimidating up until the precise moment they realise there’s a man-eating spider monster. Bastion’s host persona is very polite, gentlemanly, more or less indistinguishable from an ordinary human and overall a very gracious host. So it’s kinda hard to believe the weird lady who accidentally jump scared you on your way here and lied about there being anywhere to wait out your car breaking down. Ida also doesn’t really say “There’s a man-eating spider monster in that Manor over there, don’t trust anything he gives you and watch out for traps and non-Euclidean geometry.” Because that’ll get her laughed at. Her most successful rescues have essentially been to tell people that the Manor doesn’t actually have cellphone service before they can get close enough to the grounds for Bastion to contradict that narrative. (Technically there is cellphone service, it’s just not actually powered by the phone companies and shorts out whenever it’s convenient for there not to be mobile phone service. The Manor is your typical closed off horror location like that) Because if Ida has charisma 10 then Bastion has charisma 16 and he absolutely looks like the more trustworthy party to most people.

[aconitewolfsbane]

DPxDC prompt/story idea for anyone to use

We've seen a lot of 'Danny is the twin/older brother/clone of Damian/insert other batfam member' fics.

But...

What if it was Sam?

Talia's first attempt at creating Ra's heir was clearly going to be a girl. She knew that would be unsatisfactory for him, and he'd likely just order the baby's death.

So Talia hid the girl. She put her where ra's would never think to look for her:

with an annoyingly daft rich couple from a small town in the middle of nowhere that she met on a business trip.

Her only orders for the insipid pair was to keep the girl away from Gotham, as she was concerned that Bruce would find out and that would lead to Ra's finding out about Talia's small betrayal.

Talia returned to the League, lied to Ra's about the embryo failing. She took a year off to appear to rework the embryos collected to pick out a guaranteed male, and finally started a new one in the artificial womb, and eventually Damian was born.

Sam thought that her parents insistence on not taking her to Gotham for galas was because they were terrified she'd become goth, so... she did exactly that. The Manson's returned from Gotham to discover Sam burnt all the frilly pink dresses she had up until that point.

"What? I had adult supervision."

*points to Grandma Ida, sitting with a bag of marshmellows and a smirk*

Whether Grandma Ida noticed Sam's similarities to young Brucie Wayne, or the Fenton's did a standard contamination test, noticed the DNA and found that the only Manson willing to listen was Ida is up to the writer.

The portal accident happens, blahblahblah. We know the drill by now.

A reveal gone bad, the Fenton's being good parents, the GIW on the hunt, any combination of the above.

The kids are either rushed away by Ida or the Fentons with orders to go to Gotham, to Wayne Manor, or as usual, the kids just go there because it's the only place two half-ghosts, and three liminals can hide their ectosignatures.

Chaos happens, as it only can in a DP x Dc fic, and the batfam find themselves staring at the Batcomputer as the DNA results flash onto the screen, revealing that the young woman they thought was connected to Poison Ivy was actually...

"Dammit Bruce, are you just unable to keep it in your pants for even a second?!"

"Hnnn..."

"Wait, guys..." clicks to the maternal results.

"... Holy shit."

"... Mother?"

"Talia fucking hid another one?!"

"Langauge, Miss Steph. Master Dick."

"... New sister?"

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Thoughts on Heesu in Class 2

Shout out to @mikuni14 for laying out how they felt about heesu in class 2 to inspire this.

There are a lot of people saying they do not like Heesu but I actually like him a lot. I'm just not into Chan Young.

There is a little bit of a pacing/editing/something issue. Though this might be a style I'm not familiar with. I feel there is not enough time given to certain emotional beats before moving on to the next thing. Which leads me to disliking Chan Young because I feel like he is using up to much time and I don't particularly like him. How they set up his character left a bad taste in my mouth. I do not like the trope of him being deeply inconsiderate of the multiple girls he agreed to date. This is a common short hand used for a certain type of masculinity which is often indicates how callous but cool a male character is (there are too many american action heroes to show as an example). I can't imagine this would be seen favorably or brushed aside in a female character. I think the shows intention was to show him as someone very popular/attractive but to me it was a neon sign of this is an inconsiderate person.

I don't mind the trope existing but I needed the show to indicate that this is a flaw of his versus it just showing how romantic it is that he is considerate of Ji Yu. I did just watch boys be brave where that is Jung Ki Subs entire character arc is about why he says yes to everyone. Though to undermine my own argument I did not mind it in the time of fever but I still feel like the trope served more of narrative purpose there. Ko Ho Tae never emotionally connecting with the women he dated because of his feelings for Kim Dong Hui/his sexuality.

But I do enjoy how Chang Young interacts with others for the most part and do think he is a descent friend. How he fought with Ji Yu did not make me see Chang Young favorably. But he apologized and I do believe in moving on from people making mistakes. I think he is a realistic character just not the type that I like and I wish he was side character versus a main. All these feelings lead me to also being indifferent towards the het romance even though I do like Ji Yu a lot.

The shows intentions are for Heesu and Seung Won's relationship to slowly develop but there are certain times were the focus does seem to stray too far from them. I think people had a strong reaction to episode 4 because of this. Why didn't we get to see their chicken date? @incandescentflower compared this show with my love mix up which did make me wonder why it was less of an issues there (though Aida was my least favorite character). I do think in heesu in class 2 the characters are sharing equal screen time while Aoki/Ida are the main focus in keita hatsuko. Or maybe because their situations are reversed. Aoki and Ida were making continuous progress in their relationship while Aida and Hashimoto were slow to become a couple.

The positive of this show are much better articulated in the posts I have already rebloged but I'll try in my own words. I just think everything to do with Heesu and Seung Won has been great. I have a higher tolerance for characters being unkind because of their issues than maybe most audience members (Ji Woo, Dohoe, etc.) Because I know what is going on with Heesu internally and what he is grappling with I understand why he is trying to cope with it in shitty ways. I really enjoy seeing imperfect characters and watching them grow (or not).

How they showed Seung Won's loneliness and longing for family is so well done. But Ji Yu is right he is being messy too, Seung Won has lied for too long for it to be brushed aside. Ji Yu and Seung Won's friendship is golden. I think when Heesu and Seung Won finally get together it's going to be stellar. Heesu is already completely himself with Seung Won and I'm excited to see Heesu unleash the full force of bossy/clinginess onto him when they are together. I love Heesu's family and seeing Seung Won further integrated into that dynamic will be lovely. I do enjoy the show taking it's time with them but I wish we could sit in some of those feelings more.

There is something nuanced and yet relatable in Heesu's journey towards self-acceptance. Heesu is very loud and pushy in other ways but he stops short at being disliked for this. Heesu is loved and accepted by his family and friends and yet. There is something here I find hard to explain in that this feeling of unfairness of romance not being easy for Heesu that leads him to scheming to keep Chan Young and Ji Yu apart even outside of his crush.

I'm loving the discussion on this show. I get the critique and I get the praise.

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[ Hello followers and or fans, I present to you, Chapter Two of my Tensei holiday series. I hope you enjoy it. You can find the first chapter by searching this tag on Tumblr or clicking this link. ]

[ After discovering Tensei’s letter by mistake, you’re under the assumption that he’s in love with someone. As such, when the two of you leave together he notices that something is off but you’re not willing to tell him what. ]

The agency was empty, except for Team One greeting you upon arrival. You, the rest of your team, Hizashi, and the hero students were a little bruised and battered, but all right. Unlike your previous missions, however, you took priority on keeping Tenya from harm despite knowing he could handle his own.

This was mostly for Tensei’s sake, you could only imagine what he’d do if Tenya got injured. But even so, you had a fine medical team working under your agency, and after getting patched up, you changed into your festive attire again, and tracked Tensei down.

It wasn’t much of a surprise that he was in your office, and as you approached you heard laughter. It didn’t take much to realize who it was coming from and served as a reminder that Tensei, indeed, had a knack for making others come out of their shell. 

When you opened the door and stepped through, you were greeted with the most unusual sight. Tensei was spinning his wheelchair around with Eri in his lap, a large smile was on her face and her cheerful laughter continued.

“Heh,” you crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Having fun?” you asked, interrupting the moment. He came to a halt and like deer caught in the headlights, their eyes were wide and their expressions blank.

“Don’t look so surprised,” you said, softness enveloping your features. Tensei remained quiet, knitting his eyebrows as he noticed the bandages that covered one of your arms and the small cuts on your face. “Hm?” You noticed the way he was staring at you and tilted your head.

“What?” You asked before realizing. “Oh,” you looked at your bandaged arm, “this is nothing, don’t worry about it.” You knew he would, but you didn’t understand why. He had gotten injured countless times when he was a hero.

In particular, you remember the time he installed airbags into his suit. They proved to be useful when he ended up crashing and receiving minor injuries after trying to apprehend a villain by the name of Batto Yobayakawa. It was still amusing to think he was one of the few villains that stumped Tensei back in the day.

However, you would never understand his motive for uninstalling said airbags, even after you and the rest of his team tried to convince him otherwise. Ultimately, he had faith that all of you would keep him from being harmed. Although some might argue that using a mattress to prevent yourself from crashing again wasn’t exactly original.

Seeing others injured, however, didn’t sit well with him, especially since it was you. Eri suddenly seemed uncomfortable, her once happy grin now replaced with a dreaded frown and she too, seemed to be ominously staring at your bandaged arm. A certain fear danced in her eyes which had you immediately concerned.

“Eri?” You asked before crouching down in front of Tensei and trying to extend your hand out to her. She gasped in response, that fearful expression growing and causing her eyes to darken. “Hey,” you said, trying to calm her down.

“It’s okay, this was jus-” You flinched when she exclaimed, “I’m sorry!” You and Tensei exchanged concerned glances, and he placed his hand on top of her head. You noticed that she was trembling, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

“Hey, why are you sorry? Everything’s okay, promise!” He gave a large grin as he ruffled her hair. She hitched her breath and looked at him, her eyes misted over. He knew her reaction might have something to do with her not-so-good past.

But for now, it was best to de-escalate her worry. “Yeah, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you said in a soft voice, gently reaching out to hold her hand. She turned to look at you, eyes wide and a few tears falling down her cheeks. You wiped them away with your opposite hand and smiled at her.

“Just take a deep breath,” you instructed and while she tried to comply, she ended up coughing. “Slowly,” you stated, and while she did that, you looked at Tensei. “I can tell you guys had a fun time while I was away,” you half-joked before standing up.

“Sorry if I ruined it, but you’ll be glad to know that everyone made it back in one piece,” you said. “I told Midoriya and Tenya I’d bring Eri back, they’re waiting at the front.” It was a shame that you missed the party you and your agency worked so hard to set up, but there was always next year.

“Oh right, sorry we were having such a good time and-” he suddenly remembered the letters and turned his wheelchair to face the desk. “Hm?” Your eyebrows raised when he rolled over to it with Eri still on his lap, her little hands twisted into the front of his suit.

“Wanna show Y/n the letter you wrote to Santa?” he asked and Eri eagerly nodded before hesitantly taking it from the desk and sliding off his lap. He made a mental note to pick up his letter before you saw it, but he’d do it when you walked Eri back to Izuku and Tenya.

You smiled when she approached and chuckled softly when she held up her letter, her glance turning to the side. “Oh, can I read it?” You asked, and with her permission, took it from her. Her letter made you smile, not many kids would admit they don’t know what they want and instead, ask Santa to give others what they most want.

It was a very selfless request. “This is a very nice letter, I’m sure Midoriya would love to see it too,” you suggested, before handing it back to her and holding your hand out. “Ready to go?” You asked, and she stared at your hand like she was uncertain if she should take it or not.

But after a few seconds, she wrapped her small fingers around the palm of your hand. “I’ll be back shortly,” you informed Tensei before disappearing down the hallway with Eri. He nodded, smiling as he waved the two of you goodbye. Once he was sure you were out of sight, he turned to the desk.

He grabbed his letter and quickly looked down at the crayon-colored letters he scribbled down. His heart was beating like a hummingbird, and a rosy complexion colored his cheeks. It was a little embarrassing, he would admit, to write a letter to Santa, asking for...you. Maybe a little selfish too. 

Yeah, you were his friend. His best friend. But was it bad to want your best friend to fall in love with you? To ask Santa to make that happen? As most could confirm, when you chose to become a hero, you were also signing your life away.

It meant that you sacrificed other plans. Dating, falling in love, having a family. All seldom when you were a hero. But that was just it. When he was a hero, he had that special someone in his life. That someone he fell in love with, that someone he could envision having a family with. 

That someone who helped pick up his life, who kept his agency alive, and who meant so much to him and his family. He was more than certain others could see it too. Even his mother had given him hints throughout the years that you were the one for him, but he always laughed it off.

Maybe he did that to prevent his hopes from getting too high. Still, he knew that writing a letter wouldn’t magically make you, his. Even if it was the season of miracles. So, with some regret, he crumbled his letter and threw it into the small garbage pail next to your desk.

“Hey,” a metallic clank echoed through the room when his exhaust pipes that promptly stuck out of his elbows hit the push rims of his wheelchair. It seemed that your speedy return surprised him and as such, he jumped in his seat and spun around so quickly that he almost fell out of it.

You snickered. “Did I scare you?” Tensei chuckled. “Just surprised me,” he replied. “Sorry,” you shrugged and walked up to him. “Yamada said he wouldn’t mind driving you back home,” he paused, glancing to the side in thought.

“Or I could drive you, but I know it’s late and-” he perked up at your offer. “A ride from you sounds great,” he replied, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “You are so predictable,” you commented, placing your hands on your hips with a smirk, but that’s what years of friendship did. ‘Friendship’ You frowned but quickly shook your head.

“Uh, cool. So, I’ll go tell him and Tenya you don’t need a ride, but are you sure? I was going to stay and clean up with the rest of the team, it might take a while,” you informed him. He chuckled. “I’m sure, I’ll help clean up too.” You knitted your eyebrows and pointed your finger at him.

“You do realize you were supposed to be a guest, right?” You couldn’t very well expect your guest to clean up. Tensei laughed. “All of you did such a good job organizing the party and taking care of that incident earlier. It’s the least I can do,” he explained before rolling closer to you and taking your hand.

Your eyebrows immediately raised. You should be used to the subtle signs of affection Tensei gave, but the way he squeezed your hand conveyed a sense of concern. “Something bothering you?” As if that wasn’t obvious enough.

His eyes shifted to the bandages that covered your arm. “I’m just glad you’re alright,” he said. “Well, out of the two of us, you’re the only one who has given a huge scare to me and the rest of the agency,” you replied, shaking your head, but a smile tugged at your lips. 

“And you can’t imagine how glad we were when we found out you were okay,” you took a deep breath. “But enough about the past, let’s go help clean up and…” you paused and glanced at your hand, still cradled in his. How you’d love to hold his hand forever, but unfortunately that wasn’t possible and instead, you smirked. 

“You can let go of my hand anytime you know,” you teased, and while most individuals would be embarrassed, Tensei merely chuckled. “Your hand feels nice,” he teased back but released it anyway. “Hardy har,” you replied, turning to leave with him following suit behind you.

When you walked out to the main lobby of the agency, you noticed that your team members were already halfway done with the cleaning, and they all paused to look at you. Tenya and Izuku also paused, and you noticed they too were helping clean up.

Maybe they had nothing better to do while they were waiting for you to ask Tensei who he wanted a ride from, and you assumed that Hizashi and Eri were waiting in the car for them. “Heh, wow. Beat me to it, didn’t you guys?” You turned to Tenya and Izuku.

“Tensei said I could give him a ride,” Izuku nodded while Tenya walked up to him. “Very well, I shall see you at the estate, brother. Please drive safely,” he stated, chopping his hand through the air. “I always drive safely Tenya,” you barked back, and Tensei chuckled.

“That’s true, Y/n is the safest person I know,” he said, playfully punching his brother’s arm. Tenya seemed a bit off-put by this and readjusted his glasses before looking at you. “Thank you once again for the invitation. It was an honor to fight alongside you today,” he said with a small bow.

You smiled. “It was no problem. You guys did a wonderful job out there. I’m proud of you,” Izuku bowed. “T-thank you,” he stuttered out before turning to Tenya, and after exchanging a glance the two of them left. You waved them goodbye before crossing your arms.

“I’m still helping clean up,” you stated before grabbing a small trash can and walking over to the snack table that was littered with empty cups and leftover food, some of which was half-eaten. Tensei smiled and rolled over to you.

“I can hold the trash can for you,” he offered, and you raised your eyebrow but inevitably surrendered it. It’s not like your arguments with Tensei were actual arguments, but sometimes it was best to lose the battle so you could win the war.

Not that there was a war, well maybe between your heart and your brain. But that was already implied, wasn’t it? However, you only managed to clean a small portion of the table before Enigma and Onemu walked up to the two of you. 

“Hm?” You paused and looked at them while Tensei turned to look over his shoulder, a clueless expression on his face. “Oh, hey guys, is something wrong?” He asked and you nodded. “Yeah, is something wrong?” They looked at each other before their gazes fell on you again. 

“Why don’t you two head home?” Onemu suggested laying a hand on your shoulder while Enigma took the trash can from Tensei. “What?” You replied, shaking your head. “No way, as leader of-” Onemu silenced you by placing a finger to your lips.

“We’re worried that our leader will be too tired if they stay too late,” she responded, making your eyebrows knit. Enigma nodded in agreement and Onemu stepped back. “Today took a lot out of us, but you worked harder than anyone out there.”

A growl rumbled in your throat. Yes, it never hurts to be concerned about someone else and to an extent, their working habits. But you wished they’d care a little less. Then again, maybe they didn’t want to lose another leader. That was understandable.

“We’re proud to have you as our leader, and we want you to be well-rested over the holidays,” she explained. Well...your assumption was correct. A sigh passed your lips, did they ever treat Tensei this way? You couldn’t recall and looked at him with an expression that begged him to give his two cents.

Sadly, he only offered a sympathetic smile. “Thank you,” he said before once again grabbing your hand. “I’ll be sure that Y/n gets proper rest, and you better do the same,” he said, addressing the team members in the room.

“Yes Sir!” they replied in unison. While you would never think ill of Tensei, you couldn’t help but notice that they had never replied to you in such a manner. Was that because they respected him more than you? No...your team respected you, or so you hoped.

Was it because he had been the leader for years before you took over and had a sense of seniority? You tried not to dwell on it and sighed again. “Fine,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. “I know when I’m beaten,” at least in this situation.

“But be aware that our agency is on alert during the holiday season,” Which meant that if by chance, a villain attacked on Christmas Day, Team Idaten needed to secure and contain them. A hero’s work was never done. Unlike Tensei, you only got subtle nods in response and as if sensing your uneasiness, he squeezed your hand. 

You offered him a faint smile before looking at Onemu. “I just need to get my things from my office,” you said, shifting your gaze to Tensei. “I’ll be right back,” with that, you walked down the hallway. Your office door creaked open, and you bee-lined for your desk, grabbing your backpack from underneath it.

Placing it on the chair, you rummaged through it for your keys. Once that was done, you swung the bag over your shoulder. “Alright,” you said, yawning as you turned to walk around your desk, but your foot brushed against the trashcan causing it to tumble onto its side. 

“Damn,” you quickly kneeled to pick it back up when your eye caught the sight of a crumpled-up paper with what appeared to be blue writing on the inside of it. You placed the garbage pail against the desk and took it out. Carefully uncrumpling it, you realized it was a letter, and the first words of it were ‘Dear Santa.’

You quickly assumed it might have been the first draft letter that Eri had decided to throw away. But the writing was entirely different, it was more structured and professional while Eri’s was, well…what you would expect the writing of a child to look like.

You drew your bottom lip into your mouth, remembering that Tensei was waiting for you, but surely this wouldn’t take that long to read. You took a deep breath. ‘While I could ask for anything in the world there’s only one thing my heart wants.’ You paused, knitting your eyebrows.

“The one thing my heart wants?” You repeated, shaking your head before you resumed reading. ‘It’s something I kept wishing for,’ your blood ran cold, and yet, at the same time, your heart almost popped out of your chest. ‘If I could get them under my tree, that’s all I’d ever need. Signed…’ your throat tightened as you spoke his name.

“Tensei.” You allowed the crumbled letter to fall from your fingers. “T-Tensei…” you repeated before falling back on the floor, feeling the back of your shoulder hit the chair. Your heart sank in your chest. Was he…in love with someone?

It hurt to think that someone wasn’t you. But from his letter, it sounded like he had loved them for a long time, and yet…‘Friends…we’re just…friends.’ That reminder hurt most of all. At the same time, you knew that as his friend, you should be happy if he was happy.

You swallowed thickly, trying to fight back tears. Maybe you didn’t have the right to feel sad. After all, it’s not like you told Tensei how you felt, at least not with your words. You frowned, trying to keep your emotions under control.

You needed to get back up, even if you didn’t want to. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the corner of your desk, using it to pull yourself back up. The walk from your office to the lobby seemed to last forever and Tensei was the first to notice the look of despair on your face and immediately sensed something was off when you returned.

“Is something wrong?” He said, rolling over to you as fast as he could before grabbing your wrist. Your throat tightened, and you looked down at him. You wanted to snap, to demand who he was in love with and why he kept it a secret from you but knew that wouldn’t solve anything. So instead, you shrugged.

“Guess I’m just tired,” you replied before walking past him and outside to your car. He frowned and followed behind you. Maybe you were just tired, but he didn’t completely buy that. There was no way your whole personality could change in a few minutes like that.

He knew it must be something you didn’t feel like talking about, at least not right now. So, he continued to follow you in silence until you arrived at your car and opened the passenger door for him. “Do you need any help getting inside?” You asked, your tone flat. 

He aligned his wheelchair with the door and shook his head. “No, I got this,” he replied, locking his wheelchair before reaching for the handlebar on the upper side of the inside of the door. Then he grabbed onto the inside of the open door, pulling himself out of the wheelchair and into the passenger’s seat. 

You couldn’t help but look at the spectacle with some amusement despite feeling heartbroken now, Tensei could still amaze you in the simplest ways. “I can see you’re still capable all on your own,” you commented before folding the wheelchair and placing it in the backseat with your backpack.

Climbing into the driver’s seat, you put your seatbelt on and ignited the engine. The dashboard lit up blue, and your headlights illuminated the street before you. Luckily, at this time of night, the city wasn’t too busy, and you knew the way to the Iida Estate by heart. “You can turn on the radio if you want,” you suggested.

Tensei leered at you for a moment. “Sure,” he said, and soon enough, holiday jingles filled your car, drowning out the awkward silence between the two of you. After a few minutes, he leaned toward you and asked, “Is everything okay?” again. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” you replied, not wanting to let your emotions completely take over.

He didn’t deserve that, he deserved that loving friend he had always known even if that loving friend was having a hard time accepting that he could have feelings for someone else. He frowned, not exactly wanting to take those words as an answer but leaned back in his seat.

His stare was somewhat blank as he looked ahead at the darkened street in front of you, adorned with streetlights and familiar houses. Still, he couldn’t get the distressed look of your face out of his head or that look of hurt that seemed to be dancing in your eyes. 

When you arrived at the Iida Estate, Tensei gave you the code for the gate and you pulled up to the driveway. The house itself was a rare fusion of traditional and modern ecstatic, constructed from rich wood that permeated a sense of elegance that was normally associated with the Iida family.

Its tiled roofing sloped perfectly and seamlessly curved into the prominent eaves that made up each corner of the roof. The windows were constructed from wooden shoji screens, making the light from inside the estate filter through it like soft sunlight, illuminating the engawa that surrounded the outside of the house.

This light also reflected off the stark wooden veranda that encircled the building. Most importantly, you noticed the ramp in front of the entrance. That was probably the newest addition to the Iida Estate and one that was made for Tensei’s sake. 

You carefully parked your car and retrieved his wheelchair before unfolding it and rolling it over to the passenger side door which he had already opened. You made sure to lock it and assisted him as much as you could into his wheelchair before pushing him to the front door of the estate that opened to reveal his mother.

“Oh, hello Mrs. Iida,” you said, bowing respectfully. Even if you had known the Iida family for years, you remained formal…at least with Tensei’s parents. She was an older woman, with short dark hair that ended just a little past her ears.

She had soft, coal-colored eyes and wore oval-shaped glasses. Despite her high-class upbringing, she had a casual sense of style. But she seemed prone to wearing a crisp white top with a powder blue cardigan and a knee-high, navy-colored skirt with Mary Jane’s.

She smiled softly at you and folded her hands in front of her. “I’m so glad the two of you made it back safely, Tenya informed me that you would be arriving late,” she stated in her normal motherly tone. “I’m afraid that’s my fault, Mrs. Iida,” you said.

“I thought scheduling the party during the evening would reduce interruptions but…well,” you rubbed the side of your neck and her eyes widened when she noticed the bandages that covered your arm. “Hm?” You saw the way she was looking at you and suddenly remembered that yes, you had bandages on your arm. 

“Oh, this isn’t anything major!” You reassured her. The last thing you needed was for her to react like Eri did. Although you knew that was pointless. Since Tensei’s incident, she took injuries, even minor ones, very seriously, and tended to over-worry. “There was an incident in the city district of Naruhata and-” She nodded and stepped closer.

“Uh...” You flinched when her fingertips brushed along your bandaged arm. “Yes, I was fortunate enough to view it on the local news station,” you hitched your breath, oh boy. “You commanded your team very well,” you felt a sense of relief wash over you at her words.

“Oh, uh thank you, Mrs. Iida,” you said, bowing respectfully before Tensei interjected. “Y/n does an amazing job, I sure put my faith in the right person to take over my agency,” he said, playfully grinning at you. “Heh,” you gave him a half-hearted smile in return despite the dull ache in your chest.

“Even if that’s true, you still have a powerful reputation at Team Idaten,” you muttered, glancing away. The way they responded to him versus the way they responded to you surely proved that. Tensei tilted his head, opening his mouth to speak but his words fell silent when his mother laid her hand on his shoulder.

“Tensei,” she said, “why don’t you wash up and get ready for bed? I’d like to speak to Y/n alone.” You tensed up, it wasn’t like Mrs. Iida hadn’t spoken to you privately in the past, you were almost certain she viewed you as another member of the family. 

But you couldn’t fathom what she wanted to speak to you about and perhaps that’s what caused the minor anxiety you began to feel. “Oh alright,” he said before looking at you. “I look forward to tomorrow,” he grinned yet again before proceeding to roll past the front door and his mother shut it before turning to face you.

She was wearing a smile, and the air around you seeped with joyful anticipation. She reached out, taking your hand and sandwiching it between hers. “I’m so glad you’re alright, watching you on the news reminded me of Tensei.” You saw a happy gleam shine in her eyes.

“You both demonstrate accurate leadership skills and I’m so proud of both of you,” she stated, making your cheeks glow a soft pink hue. “Oh, uh, t-thank you, Mrs. Iida,” you said, glancing to the side. “Tensei has…always inspired me to do my best and…” You thought over your next words carefully.

“It’s an honor to be the leader of Team Idaten,” you pressed a hand against your chest. Your heart was fluttering again, its pace erratic. She continued to smile. “I assume that you’ve accepted the invitation Tensei extended to join our family for Christmas Eve dinner?” You nodded and she chuckled.

“That’s wonderful!” She exclaimed before tightening her grip on your hand, it wasn’t malicious, but it was clear she didn’t want you to step away just yet. “If you don’t mind, there’s something my husband and I would like to discuss with you tomorrow, before dinner,” you knitted your eyebrows.

Mrs. Iida had always been welcoming, but her husband remained distant. Over the years, the two of you had only exchanged a handful of words. Tensei insisted his father’s behavior was because he was a strict man, traditional in a sense.

In addition, he attempted to convince you that his father favored you as much as his mother, but you weren’t so sure. The thought of talking to Mr. Iida sent a chill down your spine and made your hair stand on end. “Hm? Is something wrong?” Mrs. Iida asked, and you frantically shook your head.

“Oh, n-no, nothing is wrong. Uh, I’m sorry,” you said, stepping away from her. “I’m just t-tired, yeah. It’s been a long day and during the busiest season of the year,” you awkwardly chuckle as you make your way down the ramp toward the driveway. 

“But yes, I will see you tomorrow, Mrs. Iida. Have a nice night!” You exclaimed, bowing before quickly getting into your car and driving away, leaving her perplexed. You could barely concentrate on the road as you made your way home.

The only thoughts in your mind were what Tensei’s parents, and more importantly, his father wanted to talk to you about. Did it have anything to do with the mysterious person Tensei had written in his letter? Was there going to be a wedding?

Were they going to ask you to help him plan it or threaten you to stay away from their son now that he had found someone worthy of him!? Yeah, it was safe to say you were having a panic attack over the millions of possibilities that could occur tomorrow. 

But one thing was clear, and it came as a realization after you had finally gotten home, showered, changed, and lay in your bed staring mindlessly at the ceiling. “I…have to go through with it,” as much as it hurt to think about Tensei being with someone else, even if it wasn’t confirmed yet, you were his friend.

You loved him and even if he loved someone else, you couldn’t just abandon him if he needed you. Taking a deep breath, you sighed although it didn’t ease the ache in your chest. You frowned as you turned onto your side and nuzzled your head against the pillow.

Trying to fall asleep would prove to be a challenge but it didn’t matter. Time didn’t stop, even for a broken heart. You just hoped that you’d have enough strength to deal with whatever tomorrow brought, be it for better or worse. 

[ Part III ]

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Ida B. Wells (1862–1931) was a pioneering journalist, activist, and educator who dedicated her life to fighting against racial injustice, lynching, and the oppression of Black people in America. As one of the most fearless voices of her time, she used investigative journalism, public speaking, and grassroots organizing to expose the horrors of racial violence and advocate for Black self-defense, women’s rights, and economic empowerment.

Born into slavery in Holly Springs, Mississippi, just months before the Emancipation Proclamation, Wells experienced firsthand the struggles of Reconstruction and the violent backlash against Black progress in the South. She was educated at Rust College and became a teacher, but her path shifted toward activism when she was forcibly removed from a first-class train car in Tennessee in 1884 for refusing to move to a segregated section. She sued the railroad and won in a lower court, though the decision was later overturned, reinforcing the systemic racism she would spend her life fighting against.

Wells gained national attention as a journalist and newspaper editor, using her platform to challenge racial discrimination and violence. After three of her friends were lynched in Memphis in 1892 for successfully running a Black-owned business, she launched an investigative campaign against lynching, publishing her findings in Southern Horrors: Lynch Law in All Its Phases and The Red Record. Through meticulous research, she debunked the racist myth that lynching was a response to crimes committed by Black men, proving instead that it was a tool of terror used to suppress Black economic and political advancement.

Her anti-lynching work made her a target of white supremacists, forcing her to flee Memphis after her newspaper office was destroyed by a mob. She moved to Chicago, where she continued her activism, working alongside leaders like Frederick Douglass and W.E.B. Du Bois. Wells was a strong advocate of Black self-defense, arguing that Black people had the right to protect themselves from racial violence by any means necessary.

She was also a staunch supporter of women’s rights, co-founding the National Association of Colored Women (NACW) and later becoming involved in the women’s suffrage movement. Despite being sidelined by white feminists who excluded Black women from their cause, Wells organized Black women to fight for voting rights and social justice.

In 1909, she played a key role in the founding of the NAACP (though she was later overshadowed by male leaders in the organization). She continued her activism into the 20th century, pushing for federal anti-lynching legislation and advocating for Black economic independence.

Ida B. Wells’ legacy is one of unrelenting courage, radical truth-telling, and unwavering commitment to justice. She challenged both racism and sexism, paving the way for future generations of activists, journalists, and civil rights leaders. Her work remains essential to understanding the fight against racial violence and the struggle for Black liberation in America.

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Finney Blake x Male Reader

"Um dia que vale por todos"

. Sinopse: você e seu grupinho passaram a semana inteira planejando uma ida ao cinema, mas, após alguns imprevistos, apenas você e Finney conseguiram comparecer à sessão. Naquela poltrona macia, ao lado do seu melhor amigo e interesse amoroso, as borboletas se agitavam no estômago.

. Gêneros: sombrio, fluff e angst

. Avisos: "M/n", morte/sequestro subentendidos e final triste.

. Palavras: 2.5k | 3ª pessoa - passado

*essa é uma reescrita do primeiro imagine que escrevi. Tava uma bagunça antes mds 😮‍💨 minha escrita no início era tão precária

— Porra… muleque do caralho! – o garoto mais velho estava farto da insistência de M/n, com as veias pulsando na testa em pura irritação. — Eu já falei que não! Vende esses ingressos, enfia no seu cu, sei lá! Só para de encher o saco. – Vance levantou do sofá, marchando para seu quarto antes que defenestrasse o irmãozinho janela afora.

— Por favooor! – prolongando a palavra, M/n viu-se a um passo de se jogar aos pés do loiro e implorar aos prantos. — Eu pago suas fichas do fliperama por uma semana!

— Com que dinheiro? – questionou, como quem nada queria. — Nem bala de troco você tem no bolso.

— Eu faço o que você quiser por um mês inteiro!

Vance parou na entrada do quarto, interessado, já não planejando mais bater a porta na cara da pulguinha agitada às suas costas.

M/n sabia que sua vida seria um inferno durante trinta dias consecutivos, com Vance lhe atazanando por coisas banais, como encher um copo d'água e entregá-lo em suas mãos, arrumar a zona de guerra que Vance chamava de quarto e acabar com o pão de forma montando sanduíches. No entanto, chegar àquela sessão era realmente importante para M/n e seus amigos.

Sem contar que os ingressos custaram os olhos da cara.

— Quando vai ser? – Vance perguntou, e isso já serviu de confirmação para o caçula.

— Sábado! – M/n não disfarçava sua animação, o sorriso de orelha a orelha sendo apenas um dos sinais visíveis de alegria estampada na face iluminada. — Obrigado, obrigado mesmo! – abraçou o corpo maior.

Vance curvou o pescoço, tocando o topo da cabeça do irmão com o queixo.

Apesar de não ser A+ em demonstrar, por trás da carranca, bem lá no fundo, no fundo mesmo, muito lá no fundo, existia uma pequenininhazinha parcela de gentileza, e muito bem filtrada.

— Agora some da minha frente, cansei da sua cara.

Como M/n intitulava, o destino era uma tremenda vadia sem coração.

Mesmo estando na mesma série, o garoto e sua alma gêmea eram de turmas diferentes; não frequentavam a mesma sala.

M/n poderia simplesmente aguardar, afinal, Finney sempre vinha até ele. Mas a ansiedade, feito bomba, estava prestes a explodir dentro do peito, e o menino não queria ter seus membros e vísceras espalhados pelo chão da escola antes de sábado.

E, de preferência, depois de sábado também não.

Mas, se tivesse que acontecer, que fosse depois de sábado.

Além de serem amigos, M/n também desempenhava a função de escudo-sobrenome; ser parente do cara mais intimidador da escola tinha lá suas vantagens. Finney estava livre de valentões ao lado do Hopper mais novo.

No dia em que M/n percebeu que, mesmo de longe, seu irmão o protegia, a casinha de Vance em seu coração expandiu-se num quarto.

Durante o caminhar contente no corredor lotado de mini-homens e mini-mulheres, M/n teve a segunda interrogação ilustrada naquele dia ao ver Finn nadando sozinho contra a maré de corpos: "Ué… cadê Robin?". Linhas pontilhadas traçaram a silhueta do rapaz ausente.

M/n havia despertado com atraso de manhã, madrugado imaginando cenários e, consequentemente, chegando na hora exata em que a aula iria começar, acabando por não topar com os amigos na entrada. Sua primeira interrogação piscara na cabeça quando não viu Robin perambulando despreocupado enquanto todos se apressavam. Era costume do Arellano cabular o primeiro horário.

Um "oi" animado saiu dos lábios de M/n para Finney, que respondeu com um "e aí" tímido. — Fi, você sabe do Robin? – andavam devagar, perdendo lugar no refeitório, lentos para as arestas quando juntos.

— Ontem eu fui na casa dele pra ajudar com os estudos, como a gente tinha combinado, mas nem falar direito ele conseguia. Disse que, se não viesse essa semana pra escola, significaria que a febre piorou e que a gente podia ir ao cinema sem ele. – informou com desânimo, trombando em alguns ombros por focar mais no corpo ao lado que nos vários à frente.

— Ontem mesmo ele tava fazendo o nariz de gente babaca sangrar… – um biquinho de chateação protuberou nos lábios de M/n ao que a voz interna ecoava na cabeça: "a gripe não podia esperar mais um cadinho? Podia até voltar em dobro depois!" — Mas que droga! Robin era quem mais queria ver o filme. – a vadia sem coração dava descarga nos planos, como de costume.

Finney nutria a mesma frustração, mas não conseguia evitar sorrir para M/n. Ele achava a expressão do outro tão fofa! E M/n sequer percebeu, concentrado demais em chutar pedras-imaginárias-antiestresse piso liso à frente. O destino foi bondoso com o garoto, não lhe enviando nenhuma canela azarada para colorir.

— De qualquer jeito, não é como se fosse dar certo. Seu irmão com certeza não toparia levar a gente. – Finney murmurou convicto, sem saber que o quadrado havia entrado no círculo após longos minutos de insistência patética.

— Na verdade... – ao transparecer da dúvida, os olhos de Finney transbordaram esperança na direção de M/n. — Precisei oferecer minha mão de obra em troca, mas o cabeludo aceitou sim.

— Que massa! Pelo menos alguma coisa deu certo. Mas então… Como vai ser? – Finney escorreu um braço em volta do pescoço de M/n, aproximando-se para ouvir bem.

Páprica temperava as bochechas jovens.

As horas monótonas de algarismos e parágrafos terminaram em perfeita sincronia com o fim do lacrimejar das nuvens.

Tempestades eram frequentes naquela estação; M/n estava cogitando orar ao pé da cama pela imunidade daqueles que importavam para o seu fim de semana perfeito.

Ele voltava para casa na companhia de Finney, as borrachas dos tênis arrastando na água que escurecia o concreto de uma calçada direita.

Avançavam lentamente sobre os pingos de maio.

Porque rir e andar não era uma união muito harmoniosa.

M/n havia pedido ao amigo que o fizesse sorrir, e Finney contou uma piada terrível. M/n não esperava algo tão ruim e ria justamente pelo baixo nível.

Os dois não faziam questão de que o tempo voasse.

— Pulguinha!

Uma voz alta e conhecida chamou à distância. Girando os calcanhares, o par notou Vance ainda na entrada do colégio, encarando-os.

— Aonde pensa que vai?

M/n ficou na ponta dos pés, inclinando a parte superior do corpo para frente, como se isso ampliasse a voz. — Ué, tô indo embora! – devido à distância, o diálogo seguia em tons elevados.

Ele planejava ir pela rua mais longa, querendo passar mais tempo com Finney; sempre fez assim, e, quando o amigo pousava no lar, ele concluía o restante do caminho sozinho.

Entretanto, nos últimos dias, surgiu um empecilho chamado Vance, que com todos os retratos grudados nos postes e estampados nas caixas de leite, adotou um lado protetor que não conhecia muito bem.

— Nem fudendo, pode voltar! Você vem comigo, pirralho.

M/n sabia que protestar não adiantaria; seu irmão era capaz de apagá-lo e carregar seu corpo inconsciente até chegarem em casa. Finney não morava tão longe dali, regressar era tranquilo. Então, M/n se despediu do garoto com um longo abraço, pensando se encerrava o contato com um beijo na bochecha ou não.

— Tchau, Finn! – o menino em colapso disse sem freios, estalando rapidamente os lábios no lado esquerdo do rosto alheio e correndo rumo à versão alternativa da Cachinhos Dourados, que testemunhava toda a cena com um sorrisinho no canto da boca.

— Até… – Finney entrou em parafuso, tocando com os dedos a pele beijada. — amanhã…

Vance usaria uma identidade falsa para entrar na sessão com dois menores de idade. Concluída a parte complicada, deixaria Finney e M/n por ali. Quando o filme acabasse, bastaria que os garotos se misturassem na multidão ao saírem. Poderia dar errado?

De cabo a rabo.

Depois de pedir a identidade, a ruiva atrás do balcão passou a encarar Vance fixamente. Naquele momento, só se ouvia o barulho do chiclete que ela mascava.

— O que foi? – Vance perguntou, engolindo o "porra" que quase saiu no fim da frase.

E, logo atrás do embaraço, os orquestrantes aguardavam.

M/n sentia o nervosismo de Finney; ele estava inquieto, provavelmente pensando no pior. M/n queria segurar a mão dele, mas ambos estavam ocupados demais tentando manter o equilíbrio com a quantidade de besteiras que compraram.

— Eu tenho a genética boa. – Vance abriu um falso sorriso galanteador para a mulher, certeiro, ainda que zerado na sinceridade.

— Vai logo. – ela devolveu o 'documento', resmungando um "xispa" e gesticulando com os dedos.

M/n sorria tão largamente que as maçãs do rosto doíam. Finney estava desacreditado; tinha em mente os piores finais e, no fim, tudo deu certo.

Os dois trocavam risadinhas entre si enquanto Vance, liderando o caminho, sussurrava os piores xingamentos que poderiam sair da boca de um ser humano, jurando que nunca mais faria algo do tipo. Ele tinha absoluta certeza de que sentira a pressão abaixar quando a possibilidade de ser pego pintou a cabeça. Vance não queria ter outro papo com a polícia.

Uma boa grana por pouco não foi desperdiçada no tempo em que M/n e Finney desbravavam a fileira de seus acentos. Como era fim de semana, o cinema estava cheio. Era impossível chegar às poltronas em completa plenitude; no mínimo, uma cotovelada levaria. Seria honroso manter todos os grãos de milho dentro do balde naquele cenário caótico.

Vance colocou o capuz de seu moletom; tentaria ser discreto ao voltar.

Todo esse cuidado parecia um exagero, afinal, estava tarde, os funcionários trabalhavam no piloto automático àquele patamar da lua, com a cabeça já sentindo o macio do travesseiro.

Mas o loiro aprendera a não dar brechas após seu primeiro vacilo.

Vance deixou bem claro para M/n que, quando o filme acabasse, eles deveriam esperá-lo na praça em frente ao cinema e que, se não os encontrasse, daria uma surra tão forte nos dois que eles adquiririam a habilidade de girar a cabeça em 360 graus.

Não era verdade, mas o truque geralmente funcionava.

Geralmente.

— Se você ficar com medo, pode segurar na minha mão. – Finney havia proposto a M/n, sem ter noção do efeito que aquela frase, contida na doce campânula de sua voz, tinha sobre o garoto na poltrona ao lado. Caso estivesse ciente, faria o mesmo com mais intenções.

M/n sorriu acanhado, com as bochechas temperadas. Ele não sabia o que dizer, pois só tinha estudo nos tufões que gelavam o interior, oriundos do anseio que guiava os movimentos desequilibrados e majestosos das borboletas nascidas no intestino.

Felizmente, uma lagarta miudinha subiu prematura pela garganta e mandou o menino dizer: — Valeu. – a palavra automática, tão baixinha, pingava rouquidão singela.

Mas Finney ouviu e retribuiu os lábios esticados, encantando de ponta a ponta, porque, enquanto os trailers passavam, o foco dele não era nenhum outro além de M/n.

Finney sentira o temporal mais cedo, ainda no caminho para o cinema; na calçada, enquanto falavam sobre o filme que estavam para ver, ele vomitava borboletas toda vez que os lábios se separavam.

Era confuso e diferente, mas especialmente recíproco.

Assim que o filme começou a rodar, a trilha imersiva dominou os ouvidos e a cena instigante capturou os olhos de todos ali.

Foi cômico quando Finney, na primeira transferência de tensão, agarrou a palma de M/n. A união se formou por impulso e se encerrou pela mesma razão. Finney, envergonhado, encarava o outro garoto.

E, juntando as palmas novamente, M/n acalmou o bater das asas. — Pode segurar minha mão também.

A noite se moldou no entrelaçar dos dedos, laço que só era rompido quando precisavam levar pipoca ou refrigerante à boca, coisa, inclusive, evitada pelos meninos.

Os corpos se rendiam ao elo crescente e era confortável demais só estar como estavam.

Aos poucos, o sentimento deixava de ser uma dúvida.

E, além da paixão faiscando, também era compartilhada a infeliz decisão de deixarem os baldes de pipoca no colo; os grãos estourados voavam para todas as direções com os constantes sobressaltos nas poltronas.

Tanto M/n quanto Finney não tinham o costume de consumir filmes de terror; toda a empolgação nasceu através das maravilhosas descrições que Robin fazia.

O resultado? Dois garotos impressionados e apavorados na quarta fileira em frente ao telão.

'A enigmática figura detentora da máscara pálida surgiu na traseira interna do carro, para o horror da babá na dianteira. A trilha sonora subiu quando Michael Myers rodeou o pescoço da pobrezinha com as próprias mãos.' O susto de M/n superou o da moça, e só não foi vaiado porque grande parte da sala gritou junto.

Finney já previa. Ele era mais rendido pelas cenas onde a tensão silenciosa se construía; ficava sem respirar nesses momentos.

Fora o lanterninha cegando os garotos, perguntando o que dois moleques desacompanhados estariam fazendo numa sessão como aquela e que, pelo nervosismo, Finney quase deu com a língua nos dentes, tudo ocorreu perfeitamente bem. O "tio" no banheiro foi o maneirismo usado.

Durante a subida dos créditos, as pessoas passaram a deixar a sala, comentando fervorosamente sobre o longa enquanto preenchiam o espaço rumo à saída.

M/n e Finney mesclaram-se no mar de gente. M/n pensava na fita vhs que compraria para rever o filme com Robin, e Finney procurava pelo impulso necessário para espremer a espinha do coração.

E ele encontrou.

Finney abraçou com força o surto repentino de coragem que lhe cutucou a costela, guiando M/n para dentro da redoma onde as borboletas poderiam eclodir.

Nenhum deles esperava que o primeiro beijo na boca fosse acontecer na cabine do banheiro de um shopping.

Foi mágico.

O contato inexperiente, o medo de ser pego, a inexplicável sensação de experimentar algo novo e o desejo de permanecer naquilo… eram o tato, o receio, a questão e a vontade que faziam daquele momento uma linda explosão.

M/n queria prolongar o desastre florido que chamava suas borboletas para voarem sobre ares com cheiros, então, naquela noite, trilhou o caminho mais longo.

Não esperaram por Vance.

Na calçada da casa de Finney, com os pares de mãos coladas, aquele que residia nas quatro paredes às quais dava as costas abria a boca para convidar sua lasca de peito a passar a noite, mas lembrou-se do pai fora de si, e a frase morreu antes de nascer.

M/n amenizou a própria jornada.

Apaziguou forçadamente e disse que ficaria bem.

O adeus veio no formato de um selinho.

Naquele instante, para M/n, o dia havia sido perfeito.

Mas não foi, e ele só saberia disso amanhã.

Se a cabecinha ingênua tivesse tido um vislumbre, naquelas vinte e quatro horas, ele teria abraçado o irmão uma última vez, beijado a testa de Robin até salvá-lo do resfriado e transformado aquele derradeiro selinho em Finney num beijo que seria renovado até o laranja tingir o céu, lapidando, assim, os milhares de segundos antes que tudo zerasse.

Talvez o garoto perdesse as boas memórias com o tempo.

Mas o sentimento era uma chama que flamejava além do fim.

Um sábado de 78 seria um dia eterno para M/n.

Porque no fim da rua, iluminado pela fraca e falha luz de um poste, ao lado de uma van preta, um homem pedia por ajuda.

Suas compras haviam caído no chão.

E M/n nunca mais foi visto depois de sábado.

——— --- ·

—★🎭📂: Masterlist

—★🎃📂: HORROR masterlist

[starriinightii]

You know how everyone of the 11 (seven + Nico, Will, Reyna and Thalia) has names that means something really deep except for three.

Sources : Google

The name Perseus is of Greek origin and means "destroyer". It may come from the Ancient Greek word pertho, which means "to destroy".

The name Annabeth is a combination of the names Anna and Elizabeth, and has multiple meanings: Favor, Full of grace, and My God is an oath.

From the Greek word iaomai, which means "to heal" or "cure", Jason means "healer".

The name Leonidas has its origins in ancient Greece, where it is derived from the Greek words leon, meaning lion, and idas, meaning like.

The Italian male name Niccolò means "victor of people" or "people's champion". It comes from the Greek name Nikolaos.

The name William means "resolute protector" or "strong-willed warrior".

The name Thalia is of Greek origin and means "to blossom," "blooming," "flourishing," and "festivity". It may also be derived from the Greek word thallein, which means "to flourish".

Reyna is a Spanish girl's name that means "queen" and has roots in Latin, German, and Yiddish.

And then, there's Piper, Frank and Hazel -

Piper is an English name that means someone who plays the musical pipe, flute, or bagpipes.

The name Frank has multiple meanings, including "free", "Frenchman", and "a diminutive of Francis and Franklin".

The name Hazel is a feminine name that means "hazel" and is derived from the Old English word hæsel. It can refer to the hazel tree or the color hazel, which is a greenish-brown.

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Romaine Brooks (1874-1970) "Ida Rubinstein" (1917) Oil on canvas Symbolist Located in the Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC, United States Brooks met Russian dancer and arts patron Ida Rubinstein in Paris after Rubinstein's first performance as the title character in Gabriele D'Annunzio's play "The Martyrdom of St. Sebastian." Rubinstein was already well known for her refined beauty and expressive gestures; she secured her reputation as a daring performer by starring as the male saint in this boundary-pushing show that combined religious history, androgyny, and erotic narrative. In her autobiographical manuscript, "No Pleasant Memories," Brooks said the inspiration for this portrait came as the two women walked through the Bois de Boulogne on a cold winter morning.

[absolutebl]

thai language question! what do tongthap and atom call each other in MLMU TH? it sounds like ‘nai’ or maybe ‘ngai’? it’s translated to both of their names several times on the YT subs. i’ve tried to look it up but i’m not sure i’m hearing it right 🙈

Thai pronoun: Nai

They are indeed using nai. Hold on I know I posted about that one at some point... AH HA here it is:

you want this section: (but I'll c&p it over here add to it at the bottom)

Nai & the Mafia 

So in 2022 Thai BLs seriously started moving setting outside of the school systems and thus added new pronouns (for us watchers) into the mix. KinnPorsche, Even Sun, and Unforgotten Night all use the pronoun nai (นาย) for you between men. Like many honorifics & pronouns, it’s derived from a minor title of nobility. In the 19th century it was declared the official courtesy title for adult males - regarded as a direct translation of “Mr”. 

It has several different uses today. 

As a title, it only appears before the real given name (not surname), in official/formal contexts, e.g. when writing down one’s name on an exam paper, job application, or government form. If used with a nickname, it implies a bit of irony (like a teacher calling out a misbehaving student). 

As a pronoun, it’s usually an informal second-person pronoun used with males of equal status. It’s a decidedly non-rude word, so it’ll be used among friends/classmates if they don’t feel close enough to use gu/mueng (or if a person just doesn’t use rude pronouns, like swear words there are people who don’t feel comfortable ever saying guu/mueng). 

Rao/nai as pronouns used to be the default mode of address on TV before gu/mueng became acceptable to broadcast in the 2010s. 

When used by females, nai is pretty much equivalent to males using ter with females - so an old fashioned but intimate and sweet, loving. 

On TV, the use of ter/nai is probably most often associated with straight dramas in the acquaintance phase of courting. 

Nai also has the meaning “boss” (similarly to the combined form เจ้านาย (jao nai/chao nai). If it’s being used as a pronoun in a more formal or deferential context (like organized crime), it is used in this sense. 

Usage number 2 & 6 are the ones we see in Thai BL. All that said I understand as a tourist in Thailand, you will hear nai but not all that often. It’s fine to use khun instead/back, but good to know to identify nai. 

Nai & My Love Mix Up

So My Love Mix Up is using #2.

With adult males, nai is actually often paired with chan. (I know, right, but it's what they use. See any of the mafia shows.)

But in this high school setting, Atom & Kongthap seem to be using pom or sometimes even tan. (I haven't touched on tan at all because I find it the most confusing pronoun.)

Atom & Half use guu/mueng. Atom use rao/name with Mudmee, and she does they same with him. Although I think she shifts to chan with Half when they get closer.

Kongthap doesn't seem to ever use informal. Even Half uses nai with him.

So I think the use of polite nai in this relationship is being dictated by Kongthap's character's reserved gentlemanly stiffness (much as in the original show). In other words, were it not for Kongthap's personality, this show in this setting (and with this pair) would be using guu/mueng. But because of the original IP and the extreme reserve of Ida in Kieta Hatsukoi (who also uses quite formal Japanese) we are seeing a linguistic characterization of one half of a couple carry through to the tenor of the whole relationship.

In other words, the use of nai was dictated by Kongthap's personality.

Frankly put, Kongthap would simply not use guu/mueng so they had to find some other way for these two to communicate. Rao/ter is too sweet and cute and old fashioned out the gate (these boys could graduate to it, I suppose, like in college or after).

Now they might have used khun instead of nai. If this were set in uni or the office that would have worked fine. Or even if this were a high school in Bangkok. But I'm not surprised they reached for nai.

In fact, since the announcement of the adaptation I was curious about how they were going to approach Kongthap's pronouns. I thought they might make Kongthap older to solve the issue with phi but they wanted to do the "going away to college together?" part of the plot, so yeah... nai is the solution.

This couple sounds a bit stiff and distanced from each other when speaking together as a result, but I understand why the script chose it.

Hope that explains.

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[loosesodamarble]

Hey if Vanessa is allowed to crash on the couch in her underwear or nothing at all, Ida has that right too. And I guess he's keeping to himself if only the Bremen devils know that he does it. Not even the other Bulls.

And then one day… Nacht and Asta find Ida that way… 😶

Nacht immediately going into scolding parent mode. 😆 What a prude you are, Nacht!

Then there’s Ida and Asta chatting so casually! Completely ignoring the nudity. Because they’re buddies and know that nakedness isn’t anything wrong or gross. Already showing their maturity over Nacht. 👍

Although Liebe is on the same page as Nacht. Which is weird… because Liebe doesn’t really wear clothes… HYPOCRITE! 🤣

Ida: What’s wrong with me being naked? You and Josele get naked? Nacht: You little… Ida: Oh are you upset that I stopped you and Josele from being naked together? Is that it? You’re bitter? 😆 Nacht: Just put on clothes like an adult! Ida: 🙄 Fine!

A normal conversation between Ida and Nacht it seems./lh+j

Ida Faust what if she were Male 7

As Ida whas 18

Ida have a habit too walk araund the base whit out clothes if all sleeping Ore not araund the only one wo know this are Nacht’s devils and year they ignored the fact and did not tell Nacht

As Ida is naked one couch he have he’s coffee and some snacks and a book as he hear peacefully a storm outside

As then Nacht out of Nowhere came whit Asta and Liebe Ida tosh they will came back next day but welp Ida show’s Mother Nature it’s self

Ida: oh hey Nachty and Asta oh and Liebe

Nacht: wo are You clothes young Mann?“smile and looks everywhere but Ida

Ida: I’m my room how it’s Gose you training?

Asta: good ida!!!“smile

Liebe just stare disgust:ewww I’m of“fly away

Nacht: put some clothes on

Ida: ya ya Mom“say he adnoi and drink he’s coffee up

Nacht hiss: don’t call my this Ida

Ida: what if not? Will you punched my again? Just try if you want’s my too coc€ block you and josy for a moth again „smile evil

Nacht : don’t you dare just put you clothes on „smile

Ida: fine fine pretty girl I’m of“ then go ida too he’s room and Asta just looks irritated and a mad smiling Nacht

[talonabraxas]

Red Planetary Serpent Talon Abraxas

Red Serpent is your Conscious Self - who you are and who you are becoming.

"I am the flint and tinder of the sacred fire," reads the meditation for Red Serpent. In the Great Mystery, flint and tinder represent the instinctive combustion that initiates movement in the physical body toward union with Spirit. When flint and tinder are brought together, the spark of divinity awakens and ignites the fire of your essence. Red Serpent invites the purifying spark of the sacred fire, the kundalini, to align and integrate your body, mind and spirit. Red Serpent can help you uncover apparent blockages in specific chakras to clear an align them. If you are working on a process of purification, invite Red Serpent to assist you.

Red Serpent's symbol is the serpent, representing healing and wholeness.

This Mayan medicine can remove toxins, rejuvenate and transform dis-ease. Red Serpent is also known by the Maya as the kultanlilni, or kundalini, the energy that moves up from the base of the spine and out through the crown chakra. There are two aspects of this force, the ida and the pingala, representing its male and female polarities. One of the ancient secrets of Red Serpent is the activation of higher states of consciousness through balancing these two polarities so that they dance within us as one. Another metaphor for this serpent energy comes from the Mayan words luk umen tun ben can, or "those absorbed by the serpent of the sacred knowledge." When the seven chakras are fully activated, one experiences an enlightened state.

Red Serpent represents the basic structural apparatus of your motivations, instincts, desires, and your innate movement toward wholeness. Red Serpent asks you to shed the skin of your past and step into the fires of alchemical transmutation. In this, rebirth is revealed. This desire is an innate response encoded in the depths of your being.

With the energy of Red Serpent, you learn to use the innate intelligence of the body. In this culture you may have become separated from this wisdom. It works like this: when you suppress and ignore your issues, your body receives and retains the unconscious metaphors of that which is ignored. This may be expressed through physical symptoms that bring your unconscious issues to conscious awareness. When this happens, work toward a more conscious relatonship with your body - and work with the physical metaphors in order to heal yourself on all levels.

The body has a specific kind of consciousness through which messages are clearly delivered. In fact, the body itself is a living metaphor that mirrors your mind, emotions and spirit. However, the body also remembers all it has experienced, and consequently holds the consciousness of the past within it, including past wounds and traumas. In healing these, remember the innocence of your body. Treat it with love and respect. Open yourself to be aware of its messages and metaphors rather than storing them. Be willing to look at the positive intent beneath any symptoms or physical process your body is using to communicate. Explore whatever it may be asking you to see.

In this alignment process, you can use images or energies that come to you in meditation or dreams. Journey through your body to catalyze and explore any sensations, colors, shapes, or images. In these times we have a profound opportunity to transcend both our physical and our spiritual genetics. The body's integration provides an unparalleled opportunity for personal evolution. Learn to expand and utilize your senses to access your body's wisdom and vitality. Don't 'think' about it; simply allow your body to sense intuitively the solutions necessary for change and growth.

Red Serpent also represents the connection between powerful physical/ecstatic experiences and the light of higher consciousness. This is an initiation of awakening through the body and senses, rather than in negation of them. As Jose Arguelles says in The Mayan Factor, "Like the Maya, we shall understand that the path to the stars is through the senses." Within the body are held the keys to fully awakening our consciousness. This deeper understanding is expressed in tantric practices, where spirituality and sexuality are integrated and honoured as a means to enlightenment. Red Serpent represents the integration of mind, body and spirit.

Use the body as a tool for transformation. Learn how to use passion and the senses as a means of access and alignment to higher consciousness. Follow your gut-level intuitions and instincts to make choices in the moment.

Be willing to look at issues you have concerning intimacy and sexuality. Make sure that you are not separated from the dance of passion that is in union with your divine nature. Sense your deeper desire for union and intimacy. Red Serpent calls on you to awaken your vitality, body wisdom, and passion for life.

Red Serpent is associated with the sacred tools of the drum and the rattle. Drums and rattles can break down old patterns or bring energy into alignment.

Red Skywalker is your Higher Self & Guide.

Red Skywalker is the skywalker, the time/space traveller who can jump dimensions to assist you in realizing heaven on Earth. Red Skywalker is unlimited in form but often chooses the form of the angelic messenger.

A person who embodies cosmic wisdom may be known as a sky-walker, sage or bodhisattva. When others see such light in human form, they feel the vibration of heaven. This vibration may be embodied by you or experienced with a guru, master, an energy such as Red Skywalker, or in a 'chance' encounter with an extraordinary person.

An encounter with the energy of Red Skywalker can spark a deep yearning within you for reunion with the Source. Yet from this place of love and compassion, you also have a desire (embodied in physical form) to serve the light. This is the place in you that has the courage to fully express unconditional love, the depths of your being. Red Skywalker asks you to live the new myth by bringing this heaven to Earth in your daily life. As this reality is lived, it touches and awakens the same truth in others: "They kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven."

Red Skywalker represents balance in your life - not static balance, but a dynamic equilibrium that includes both your present expression and your starseeded self. In Red Skywalker's star-glyph you see that the pillars of heaven don't appear to touch the Earth. You are the element that appears to be missing in the star-glyph. You are the one whose expression of the light assists in drawing the pillars of heaven to Earth.

Joining these pillars in yourself can be viewed as reuniting your male and female aspects. Together, in balance, we create the pillars of the etheric temples of heaven on Earth.

The natural state of every system moves toward balance that is fluid and free, as in dance. That balance is experienced differently by each person, but it often brings a sense of steadiness or centeredness even in the midst of movement and change. When you are dancing, you can use your very state of imbalance to create the fluidity of the dance.

Yellow Warrior is your Subconscious Self and Hidden Helper.

Yellow Warrior, the galactic guide, is a mystic ferryman on the return path to the stars; allow Yellow Warrior's staff to ferry you to the spiraling vortex of cosmic consciousness. Yellow Warrior is the grace of the descent of the dove. Embody the mystic gift of trust in direct guidance. Through trust, you journey to the place of 'no time' and limitless light. There you will undergo the transformations to embody solar heart and mind.

Yellow Warrior is a conduit for cosmic communication, offering access to the universal web of consciousness. This is the web of the Mayan mystic spider that weaves intergalactic threads, the conduit of interconnected consciousness. Yellow Warrior is the spider in the web, the grid connection for divine communication. Receive these ripples of knowing from Yellow Warrior's web through the central axis in your spine, your staff. Accept this gift of knowing in grace, as you would receive the morning light by turning your face to the Sun. Grace is an unexpected touch, a blessing given in love, a natural gift from the universe. Use the power of love like an electrical current to serve the light. Open fully to feel and receive it!

The number for Yellow Warrior is sixteen, the number of unity with the cosmic foundation of resonant evolution. As you embody the ferryman's staff, you become anchored in your connection to cosmic consciousness. Holding within you the foundational steps of the trinity, you carry the "Christed one" into the world. As a living mystic, you are the conduit of the spiraling galaxies that creates a union with cosmic consciousness. Sixteen may also be seen as the beginning of another octave - a higher octave characterized by organic balance and the new Earth under your feet.

Trust in guidance is an essential attitude in accessing the position of the central pillar. Trust in Spirit to provide all you need, and trust that what is given will serve your highest evolution. Trust in the wisdom of the "Mind of Light curriculum." Trust in your inner voice, your feelings, your moment-by-moment guidance. This is Spirit's clear confirmation. Trust as an open vehicle for Spirit, your mystical intelligence, your divine guidance. Embody your ability to commune with cosmic intelligence.

Direct guidance, communication, and embodiment are the key concepts contained in the staff. It is a symbol of learning to stand in your full power and authority - learning to 'tune in' to galactic intelligence so that transmissions are received effortlessly. This resonance is created through embodying light. The ferryman is offering you his staff. Plant it within yourself so that it becomes a blossoming tree of consciousness.

Yellow Warrior's colours are indigo and gold, combining the limitlessness of the night sky with the freedom of the daytime Sun. If you desire to access grace and trust, focus on these colours.

Blue Eagle represents your Challenge and Gift. With maturity and awareness this challenge will turn into a Focus. This is what you desire to learn in this lifetime.

The energy of Blue Eagle asks you to believe in yourself and believe in your dreams and visions, no matter how they may be perceived by others. You are the eagle's vision.

One shadow of Blue Eagle is a loss of hope, excitement, or joy in your life. This can stem from a reaction to mass consciousness or from the precipitous state of the world. In your deep desire to effect change, you may feel overwhelmed in a vast ocean of consciousness that seems hopelessly enmeshed in issues of separation, limitation, and judgement. If so, remember that elements of this enormous field are often attracted to your personal dreamfield for healing. These duality constructs are deeply rooted on the planet. Don't be discouraged. The global mind is in the process of a profound transformation. As you heal these issues within yourself, you offer gifts of healing to the larger reality. Do not underestimate the power of your personal transformation and its effect on planetary mind: "Gaia, as you awaken, I heal myself. As I awaken, you are healed."

This wondrous pool of planetary consciousness is full of archetypal mysteries, hopes, dreams, and fears. Some beings may feel that their personal world is 'falling apart' as their lives expand into the larger dream. Sometimes this feeling manifests as hopelessness, which may even lead to a desire to leave the Earth. Remember, you are in human form for a divine reason! You have chosen this form in order to participate in the great miracle! Walk with ease in commitment to your destiny. Allow yourself to explore and play compassionately as a planetary server. You are the emissary of the great change.

In the shadow of Blue Eagle, you may also be so obsessed by finding your "purpose" that you miss seeing how simple it can be. Your purpose can be as simple as expressing love and light - and that is enough! Take heart. There are great gifts being offered for your participation in healing the global mind.

Another shadow of Blue Eagle is when your purpose as a planetary server becomes a messianic obsession, creating a 'rescuer complex'. This may also be seen in self-sacrificing behaviour, an inability to say no, or an attachment to rescuing others. In this shadow, your desire to serve needs to be tempered with self-nourishment and sustaining rest. If you neglect your personal needs and desires and do not allow time for joy and rest, you may feel depleted and lacking. Hold yourself in the same compassion as you hold the world. Strive to keep your personal needs in balance with planetary service. Fill your personal cup. Take loving care of yourself, and your cup will naturally overflow to empower your work with others.

Believe in yourself! Remember the purpose and commitment you have in the larger pattern.

White Wizard is your Compliment - something that comes naturally to you.

White Wizard is the Magician, whose powers are activated by wisdom that emanates from the heart. Such wisdom is not the intellectual understanding known in Western culture; it is the wisdom that comes from an alignment of mind and heart. An open, trusting heart is a refined tool of perception. Allowing yourself to 'not know' opens the door of the mind to a deeper understanding of the universe. White Wizard asks you to fully utilize this aligned mind to participate in magic.

White Wizard invites you to step into self-empowerment. Empowerment comes from self-acceptance, integrity, and commitment to your evolution. Self-empowerment is not to be found outside oneself. Anything outside that brings you empowerment also has a divine foundation within you. If you feel a need for the approval of others, look to self-empowerment. When you feel effectively engaged, doing what gives you joy, your energy naturally expands to inlcude more of who you are, and magic flows synchronistically into your life. Claim your alignment with the highest wisdom. Call forth divine action in all that you do!

Align your own will with divine will and your Essence Self. Be transparent, innocently allowing magic to come through you rather than needing to create it. Open to heart-knowing and limitless possibilties.

White Wizard is a tool of the light, a conduit for the work of Spirit. A wise magician is spontaneous and transparent, allowing magic to come in rather than trying to control it or make it happen. A magician dances the dance of love through offering gifts of freedom to others. This is real magic. Freed from the need to use power to manipulate or control, a magician uses wisdom to manifest liberation and love.

The harmonic wisdom of White Wizard is melody, the progression of signle tones within a composition. White Wizard symbolizes the sacred journey of your individual life. As a harmonic magician, you are a novel yet universal container for the expression of the Divine. While you play the melody of your journey's spirit song, the Creator provides the harmony.

Melody is to music what story line is to story. Utilize the elements you have chosen for exploration in your life - your gifts, talents, abilities, motivations, circumstances, and the other characters in your play. Orchestrate the most interesting and growth-engendering story line from this combination of possibilities. Understand that you are the player and the played in the melody in your life.

Your Tone is Tone 10 - Planetary

Intention, true identity, foundation of Essence Self, aligned manifestation.

Ten is the ray of manifestation, the foundation of individual self manifesting its true identity, the foundation of Essence Self. A potent manifestation awaits you. Two worlds combine. The key to manifestation in all realms is through clear intention and the embodiment of your divine essence. What does your heart desire to manifest? Begin by aligning with your essence. Essence aligned with intention creates an etheric thoughtform, an "energy matrix image." As long as it is unrestricted by limiting beliefs, the energy pattern emerges and evolves. As it evolves, it aligns with the larger pattern until finally it is released inot manifestation.

The Planetary Tone of ten is asking you to look carefully at your own foundations. What structures and belief systems is your reality built on? What foundations motivate your choices? You are now creating a new foundation, walking into all that you are - your Essence Self. As the foundation of your Essence Self emerges, others will recognize your true identity. When you are in resonance with the universe, manifestation is a natural by-product.