#ooc: Got some big exams this week

[mell0wjello]

OK, i reeeeally like your writing style, so i'm going to make my first request 🫶

savanaclaw with a reader who, when they get nervous, do they end up cooking? as if it were a uncontrollable habit, yk? and what would happen if, one day, they got so nervous that they ended up having a big feast?

TYYY ANONN <333 Im loving the creativity of these requests so ofc !! I'm kind of scared of writing for Savanaclaw (some parts might be ooc) but I’ll do it just for you

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𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Since Leona learned about your little habit, he’s been accepting what he can from you. He’s very picky. He won’t eat anything that’s been out for 2 days, and absolutely no veggies. Much to his dismay though, you keep bringing them to him, and you’ve joined in on Ruggie’s nagging to eat the dreaded items. He had to admit though, the way you prepared them made it much easier for him to keep down.

He takes what he can, and the leftovers go to Ruggie, who's always happy to get food on his plate. Savanaclaw was well-fed during exam seasons, and you also seemed much more relaxed when you brought over a few snacks. Leona enjoyed eating something other than cafeteria food, and the food you prepared was much tastier by a landslide.

Finals week rolled around, and Leona knew what this implied for you. As the only magic-less student on campus, there was pressure on you to uphold a decent grade. You'd stay all day holed up at Ramshackle, presumably studying, so Leona didn't care to interrupt you. As much as he avoided studying, he understood the stakes for you and let you be, although he advised you to take breaks in between.

That's why he didn't mind your text saying you'd be bringing dinner later. You'd finally decided to tear yourself away from the books and give yourself a break, so Leona left you on read as his way of giving you permission. A while later, there was a knock on his door. You were at his door, asking for him to come down. The smell of your cooking wafted into his dorm room and the sound of students chattering rang out from outside.

"What's that racket outside?" Leona stepped out and looked over at the lounge below, seeing half the dorm crowded around a table filled with a variety of different dishes, all still hot and fresh. He had to take a second to admire the incredible amount of food, threatening to rival the one at the royal palace.

"Oh," you said from behind him,

"I brought over dinner. Didn't I text you about it?"

Leona turned his eyes to you in subtle annoyance. You had joined his side and looked down at the lounge as well, a hint of pride glimmering in your eyes.

"Yes, you did but..." Leona groaned, pinching the space in between his furrowed brows. When you said you'd be bringing dinner, he didn't imagine it to blow to this proportion. Although part of him wanted to admonish you, he recognized no ill intent in your actions and besides, your tired demeanor had been wiped off your face when you knocked on his door. If this is what it took for you to finally return to your usual bubbly self, he decided he didn't mind.

"You really are a handful, you know that?" Leona sighed, making his way to join the rest of his dorm. You followed close behind him, jokingly urging him to quicken his step, or his dormmates would finish everything before he got there. Plenty of food and plenty of drinks were passed around that night, and lots of laughter and conversations were shared. There was enough food for everyone to eat their fill, and Leona ate quite a lot too. You were talking with Jack and Ruggie when you noticed the abnormal absence of a snarky comment.

You turned to look at Leona, but he wasn't in his seat. Instead, he was laying down on a nearby couch, arms thrown under his head, slowly falling asleep. The three of you had to hold back your laughter. Who would've thought that even Leona would get sleepy after a big meal? You sneaked in closer to him, looking how his chest began to rise and lower with his breath, and the small wrinkling of his nose. It was at times like these that you wished you still had your cellphone with you. The other two joined in. Ruggie sneaked his phone from his pocket, cautiously opening the camera to take a picture. As if sensing imminent danger, you and Jack stepped away. Ruggie was framing Leona’s sleeping expression, but his ears perked up and his eyes shot open.

All 3 of your hearts dropped simultaneously, feeling like prey cornered by your predatory upperclassman. In a moment of fight or flight, the three of you darted away, knowing deep down that you wouldn’t be able to outrun him, but still trying nonetheless to escape from peril.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Ruggie, for one, adored this little habit of yours. He loved having you around. Especially during big tests or events on campus, if you were there it meant that there was food on his plate. Such a good cook you were too! He’d get to try so many new things, and so much tastier and filling than dandelions.

Ruggie never minded at all when there was a knock at his door and he found you handing him a basket full of sweets and pastries. If it let you blow off steam and it kept his stomach full, he saw no reason for concern. Hell, he’d even come over to Ramshackle to ask for the food himself, even during seasons when your cooking habit was more or less controlled.

However, as much as he loved your cooking, even he was shocked when he came to Ramshackle today. He knew that lately you’d been feeling very nervous about the upcoming exams, and there was a constant flux of baskets coming to his dorm step. The outside of Ramshackle smelled like heaven on earth for Ruggie. He cheerfully knocked on your door as he always did, expecting the usual basket full of baked goods.

Instead, he was greeted by a grim figure resembling your usual image with a mixing bowl in hand. Dark circles rimmed your eyes and your normally lively skin was now ghastly pale, yet somehow you still stirred the bowl steadily. Ruggie choked on seemingly nothing and took a step back, thinking your habit had finally done you in and turned you into one of your roommates. The figure spoke in a bizarrely clear voice.

"Ruggie! Uh, you're here for your basket, right? Umm..." You laughed awkwardly, trying to come up with something to say.

The sound of your usual voice broke Ruggie out of his baffled state, allowing concern to set in.

"Prefect?! I barely recognized you! Did you sleep at all?" He spouted anxiously, but you seemed to hardly be fazed.

"Oh yeah... I couldn't really sleep," You said nervously.

"My hands kind of started moving on their own, and before I realized," you laughed a little more to alleviate the distress leaking into your voice. With a sigh, you gave in.

"Well, I think you'd better look at it yourself"

You opened the door and invited him in to reveal the lounge of Ramshackle, the sole table crowded with plate upon plate of mouth-watering dishes. Ruggie's eyes widened at the sight, his ears perked up and his tail began to wag side to side.

"It's a lot, and I still have some more in the kitchen. I don't really know what to do with it," you said admittedly.

"surely not even you could take all this?" You referred to Ruggie, who was still staring. There was so much. Too much. Not even he could handle all that. But…

“I’ll take it no problem” Ruggie claimed despite the doubt in your voice.

"What? Ruggie, this is way too much! You can't eat all this before half of it goes to waste."

"Who says it's for me? I can bring it back home. It'll keep granny and the other folks fed for days!" He countered, already heading to grab some of the plates from the table.

"Ohhh! You're right! We should probably get several baskets for this..." You said as you went into the kitchen, taking out a few baskets that you were planning on giving Ruggie later.

The both of you stuffed and wrapped as much food as you could and placed it into the baskets, overflowing each one. With a little help from magic, the both of you arrived at Savanaclaw carrying mountains of baskets, warranting the stares of some of the other dorm members. Ruggie didn’t mind though, he could only think about bringing all these goods back home as soon as possible.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

Jack was a little anxious when he found out. At first, he thought that cooking might get in the way and such a task could potentially disturb your daily routine, although you seemed to manage it relatively fine and you were undeniably good at it. The Savanaclaw kitchen was a deserted place, so after talking with Leona, Jack would invite you over to use it instead since it was bound to be way nicer than Ramshackle's. He's doing it EXCLUSIVELY because he thinks it'll be putting their kitchen to better use. He'll never tell you it was out of concern.

Lending you his dorm kitchen also meant that he was allowed special access to all the baked goods you made. This was one of the reasons he decided to take that initiative too, although he would never admit it directly either. His tail was a different story though. The way it energetically wagged from side to side as you handed him a plate gave away everything you needed to know. At the end of the day, you were relieving your stress and he got to taste your cooking, so what was there not to like?

You came often to Savanaclaw, always busying away in the kitchen, but nowadays, you would spend the majority of your time in there. Jack took notice of this, and he also observed how you were more on edge and nervous lately. On a particularly stressful day for you, he peeked inside the kitchen to check up on you. There was an unfamiliar scent in the air. You were cutting up something on the counter, something you hadn't made yet. Jack curiously comes up to you.

“What’s that?” He asks, looking at the unknown dish you were preparing. It looked sort of odd, but it did smell good.

You smile at him lightly, a crease of melancholy tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“You wouldn’t know it,” you cut the last piece and add it to the plate, finishing the dish.

“It’s a little something I used to make back home. Rather, I tried my best to replicate it with what I have.” You say, pulling out 2 utensils from one of the drawers.

“Would you like to try some?” You ask Jack, who has unapologetically been following the plate with his eyes. He nods, and you hand him the other utensil. He quickly takes a bite, his face first showing subtle confusion, quickly followed by an expression of satisfaction.

You giggle, relieving some of the sadness you felt. You hand the boy the plate, happy at your successful attempt of imitating such a comforting dish. Your hands move on their own as you talk to him again,

“Lately I’ve been feeling real homesick. I suppose I just wanted something to alleviate that feeling.” Your hands reach for some fruits and you place them on the cutting board.

Jack listens to you, looking back at the plate and at your working hands. He sets the now empty plate on the sink, washing it along with his hands, and comes over to you.

“What can I do to help?”

You turn to the beastman by your side, giving him a confused look.

“Help me with what?” You ask, resting the knife on the board.

“Well, you’re feeling down right now,” Jack replied honestly. He continues,

“And you’re always cooking stuff for us so…” Jack averted his gaze and crossed his arms, but you could see some pink rise to his cheeks as he spoke.

“I figured the least I could do is help you with it.”

Your face softened into a smile, although Jack's was flustered. Suppose that if he knew how to use a knife and stir, he could be of use in the kitchen.

"Sure! Here's what you can do." You hand him a couple of ingredients and you take out measuring cups. You run Jack through the basic steps of making a traditional dish from your country as he listens intently. You glance back from your own duties every now and to give pointers and see that Jack, although clumsy at times, is doing a fine job. Soon enough, you give him instructions for another task, then another, and another. Before any of you realize it, you're surrounded by pots and plates full of food. You're stirring one of the pans sitting on the stove when you feel Jack tap you on the shoulder.

"You done?" You ask, thinking that he's done with boiling the veggies, but instead, he gives you a concerned response.

"Prefect... I think we've been at it for too long" He motions for you to look at the rest of the kitchen. You follow his nod with a gasp to see the entire space filled with way too much food for just the two of you.

"Oh, shit" you muttered under your breath. What were you going to do with all of this?

"Leona's going to be mad if he finds this" Your mind raced at the thought of how pissed Leona would be if a herbivore like you was making a mess in his kitchen.

Jack proposed, "Do you think we could give this out without him finding out?". It wasn't a bad idea.

"Hmm. Do you think your dormmates will eat this?" You looked at the food. It was nothing regional, that's for sure. You wondered if they'll like recipes from another world.

"Yeah! They'll eat anything really, especially Ruggie." Jack grinned at you, showing off his canines.

The both of you got to work, sectioning off everything into trays that would be easy to hand out and leaving a little bit of food for the both of you as well. You set out to knock on rooms to deliver the food. Once that task was done, you could go back to the kitchen to enjoy what was left. Everything tastes so much better when you're proud of what you've cooked.

[imaginarylungfish]

my thoughts on the end of mha

i've had a few weeks to process the ending of mha now. when i first heard there were only 5 chapters left, i was shocked. i thought when hori said he had more story to tell, we were gonna get like 10 more chapters or something. so yeah, i felt like i got some whiplash there.

but after i had some time to recover from my shock, i got sad. this manga has brightened many a sunday for me. sure, i understand the criticism of the final war arc, but i can't say i was ever bored. i always wanted to know what was happening next.

and while i was sad the villains didn't live/we didn't see a rehab arc for them nor did we see much emotional processing by certain characters after the war, i understand this manga couldn't go on forever to adequately tackle all those stories. that's what fics are for, i guess.

izuku's ending

a really big thing i liked about the ending was izuku becoming quirkless again. that's what i wanted. i have some gripes with the execution, though. it was weird that izuku didn't show any emotion about losing ofa except in the battle. i still think that was a bit of a fumble on hori's part. you're telling me the kid who cries about everything wouldn't cry about losing something that let him live his dream? just seemed ooc.

but anyway, izuku ending as a quirkless hero was exactly what i wanted. that's exactly the way to conclude his whole arc. however, unless you fill in the blanks with headcanons, the impact of that arc is a bit lost on the reader. do we see izuku's acceptance of his inherent worthiness of being a hero (due to his unwavering spirit rather than the need for a quirk)? we don't. do we see society's acceptance of quirkless people as inherently equal to people with quirks? we don't. we must fill in the blanks ourselves. and i just don't think that type of fill-in-the-blank should happen. we should get that from the mangaka.

i also found it weird that izuku became a teacher at ua and then a quirkless hero. i understand there was some fun shock value/bait-and-switch to this little plot point (which i have to admit was amusing). but it kind of just didn't make narrative sense to me once i had my little laugh. like, pick one, hori. does izuku lose his quirk and become a ua teacher or does he lose his quirk and become a quirkless hero? having both muddies the waters.

we knew mha was going to end in a hopeful way. that's what this manga was about. it was all about trying and pushing past limits to succeed, despite the odds. i knew it wasn't going to end with izuku being depressed or anything. he was going to be happy in the end, whether he ended up as a quirkless teacher or quirkless hero because that's just who he is--he doesn't give up. so, i wish that was more of the focus of the last chapters since izuku is the protag after all. but i got the big thing i wanted (which is more than some others can say), so i can't complain too much.

katsuki's ending

i'm actually really satisfied with kastuki's ending (and his whole character arc, honestly). katsuki's whole thing was that he felt inferior to izuku his entire life because of izuku's innate heroism. so, katsuki bullied izuku to make himself feel better since katsuki always felt like he needed to be the best. but slowly, we see katsuki's worldview change as he enters ua high, fails the provisional licensing exam, and sees izuku's continued mastery of his quirks.

throughout the manga, katsuki has to grow up and mature. he has to realize that while he was born with something that makes him a great hero (his quirk), that's not all that it takes to be a great hero. and in fact, izuku has the other part (empathy and determination).

katsuki learns how to be more of a team player and less self-centered. he balances out his need to win and be the best with including others in his thought processes. enough so that he sacrifices himself for izuku, apologies to izuku, and gives izuku the final push in the war.

katsuki shows emotional growth and maturity throughout the manga which i think culminates not only in the final chapter but also in his reaction to hearing the news that izuku lost ofa. his show of emotion is big for him since we know this is not something he normally does. (i still can't believe we saw katsuki of all people cry after the war, but not izuku. ugh, i'll forever be salty about that.)

it's made clear in the final chapters through his words and actions that katsuki cares about izuku. he not only verbally expresses to izuku that he is sad they can't compete anymore, but he also checks in with izuku about how much of ofa he still has, and ultimately, works to get izuku's dream back. if that ain't redemption, i don't know what is.

so with one of the last panels of the manga being katsuki reaching out his hand to izuku (!!!), calling him deku to reinforce izuku's heroism? what a great conclusion. i am satisfied. thanks, hori.

(plus, there were no canon ships which i'm happy about. that's something that i'm glad hori left up to interpretation. now, we can all go read fics with our favorite ships without too much retconning. i think we all won in that regard.)

shoto's ending

i love shoto, so i will always want more of him. but i think that's exactly why i'm fine with his ending. i don't see it like an ending. it's a start for him. he finally gets to be himself, to be shoto. sure, he still probably has a long way to go in terms of getting over his family trauma, but throughout the manga, i think we get to see his growth in that regard which culminates with his battle with dabi and subsequent aftermath.

his story was always tied to his family's story, which made him a complex character. and while i can't say i loved everything that hori did with the todoroki family, i do like what he did for shoto individually.

i will always love shoto's thoughts during his fight with dabi. i think it exemplified his character growth. he was such an angry, cold teen when he entered ua. but he learned how to make friends, accept his trauma, and become his own person. throughout the manga, he learns how to interact with others in the way he wants. despite his treatment as a child (ie. abuse), he decides to reconnect with his mom and work with endeavor. but the main thing is that he chooses it. he gets to dictate what he does now. that's huge for him.

i particularly loved the scene where shoto says he just wants to talk with dabi/touya during their fight. it reminded me of a little kid who just wants to get to know his big brother. but also it showed the maturity shoto gained throughout the story. instead of avoiding things like he originally did at the beginning of the manga, he wants to face them head-on. he has learned talking with others and gaining new perspectives is helpful and that arguments, even though unpleasant, can be productive.

and like i said before, i have some gripe with how some pieces of the todoroki family arc ended. however, i was satisfied with shoto's ending. i loved the "favorite food convo" callback. touya's response was hopeful yet heartbreaking at the same time.

i do wish izuku and shoto talked after the war because i just think izuku would want to know how shoto's doing instead of whatever the fuck this was:

but again, overall i am satisfied.

ok i'm going to stop writing now. i already wrote more than i thought i would (and even added panels). i do have thoughts on ochaco's ending and other random things, but i think that's a post for a another day. i did the main three and that's good enough for now.

overall, i was satisfied with the ending of mha, especially after looking back on it with all pieces put together. the story impacted me in more ways than one and i look forward to re-reading and learning more in the future!

[miowritings]

can i request an akito fic where reader is a new member and quite shy so she dosent interact much? so akito would think they’re useless ? but they actually have a really soft voice and cute personality >.<

꧁“𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞”꧂

Akito shinonome x shy!gn! Reader

✮A/N: HIHI so sorry i took long to finish your request😭 im very inactive on all my platforms cause im focusing on my life rn and exams are coming up, nevertheless hope you enjoy<33

✮Synopsis: you, a shy new member, impress akito with the song you made!

✮Contains: slight ooc?, Not proofread,akito here is slightly judgmental?

Akito wasnt... That fond of you,not that he hated you or anything, he wasnt.. used to you, you could tell, when he made music, he'd give you the most simplest lines, or the shortest.. not that youre complaining, you just wanted more!

nevertheless, the group would still care and try to make you feel at home, they would call you by your first name or a nickname, tell some jokes, tease you, and anything as long as you feel happy around them

all changed until you decided to make music, all on your own, ofcourse with the help of friends but it was mostly you! And after weeks of making, you wanted to let the group have a listen!

the group was astonished when they heard the beat.. it was strong and intense, they were surprised when you were the one making the beats and tunes, you were so shy that its unlikely of someone to make music as intense as this

"y-you made this..? Oh wow! I wouldnt have expected that you could make songs like this.." Kohane smiled, An happily listened, while Toya and akito listened close

"This could work for this new gig... I remember Kotaro saying that the people who were attending had hardcore-ish vibes.. not that i know what he meant" Toya spoke up, an and kohane nodded in agreement. "This sounds.. pleasant.. right, lets use this.." he says, now looking at you.

weeks passed and you were finally able to make the lyrics with the help of Kohane, now was to split the lyrics

"hm.. y/n, can you try singing this part? Im confused if you or Kohane should sing this.." an asked, looking awkward.. "oh, nono, y/n can take this part.. they made the music, ofcourse they should have more lines" she says playfully, making you giggle

"hm.. okay" An nodded, now looking at you, she gave you a small nod, indicating that you could start singing... Honestly, the way an and akito practices feels like having to audition to be in an idol band..

you cleared your throat and started singing, that when Akito finally took you seriously, he puts his things down and listened.. you voice was.. adorable.. soothing..nice? He couldnt tell, after all, your voice is amazing and that he had a hard time describing it, once you were finished, all of them gave you a big round of applause, including akito, which made you feel.. fuzzy after all, it wasnt always that he'd cheer for you.

Once the sun was setting, the environment got darker, kohane left first, then toya, then an, it was just you and akito both..

Before you could keave, akito stopped you, grabbing you lightly by the shoulder. "Hey.. uh.. just wanted to say that.. your voice sounds nice.. please, keep up the good work y/n" he gave you a genuine smile, you nodded to reply "o-ofcourse.! I'll keep practicing til i physically cant!" You blurted out "oh? Haha, please dont.." he replied, sounding concerened, but quickly hiding it. "Wanna walk home with me? My House isnt that far from here" he asked you nodded and followed him through the exit. "Sure, i'd love too..!"

[utterlyinevitable]

Can you do a hc for Ethan meeting Raleigh

My characterization of Raleigh isn’t honed very well so please excuse if it seems ooc thank u 💕

Ethan meets Raleigh

Raleigh Carrera had an accident at a show in Boston (the dumbass tried to crowd surf) and his TM wanted him to see a doctor. 

The boy had one too many pick me up shots with his band to prepare for the gig on top of the already shitty feelings from fighting with Cadence earlier.

Raleigh shrugged with, “Not the first time I’ve fallen off stage and won’t be the last.”

“Not every time a monitor falls on you,” Lauren bit back. 

The closest hospital was Bloom Edenbrook and Lauren called ahead because of security procedures.

The moment Bloom got wind a VIP patient was inbound he called Ethan to his office and assigned the case to Diagnostics.

For obvious reasons Ethan was not happy about that;

“We aren’t a concierge service. You do know we specialize in rare diseases, right?” It was rhetorical and intimidating. Though in Big Boy Bloom’s eyes Ethan was just a puppy trying to play ball. “He’ll be referred to orthopedics immediately.” Ethan huffed as he towered over Bloom’s exceptionally large desk in his disturbingly large and stark white-modern office. 

“Do you need a reminder that I own this hospital, Dr. Ramsey? If you do not like it I’m sure there will be another team out there with less prestige that would be thrilled to have you. As for orthopedics, I’m no doctor and cannot speak to treatment plans. Though I can assign the case.” Leland’s wrinkly face contorted into a sinister smirk. “Smile, Doctor, the sooner you take the case the sooner you can get back to those rare diseases.” 

Ethan stalked out to meet Mr. Carrera in the waiting room. 

“Mr. Carrera?” 

Raleigh waved his non-throbbing hand, his head started hurting on the car ride over. While Lauren made the formal introductions.

A nurse wheeled the patient into a nearby room and Ethan starts asking questions to get to the root of the cause. 

For every lifestyle question Raleigh had a witty and not very forthcoming answer. Ethan wasn’t sure if that’s just his personality or his inebriation.

“Monitor fell on my hand.” Raleigh finally fessed up with a shrug after some chiding from Lauren. “Will I live, Doc?”

Eyes focused on the screen where he’s taking copious notes, Ethan flatly responds, “We’ll need to take an x-ray.”

Ethan moves to look into his patients eyes and does a basic exam to rule out any other ailments now that Lauren forced the full story out.

Raleigh has an acute concussion. Ethan turns to his TM sitting in the chair in the corner with specific instructions not to let him fall asleep for at least the next six hours. 

Ethan leaves and lets the nurse take Raleigh to radiology with instructions to grab him once they’re printed. 

Finally having some reprieve Ethan books it to his office. It’s late enough in the evening that half his team has gone home and the floor is quiet. He’s going to sit down and read to numb the headache bloom started stirring.

But sitting behind his desk is a glowing MC. Her smile taking up half her face.

All Ethan did was raise a questioning brow. 

MC raised them right back in three little wiggles. 

“You want something,” he deadpans. Slowly moving towards her.

“A want a lot of somethings. Fancy a guess?” She spun around in the chair to face him once he rounded the desk.

“I’d like to presume you mean me. But I know you better than that. What is it?” Hes standing between her legs, his hands resting on the cushioned arm rests.

“Raleigh Carrera is our patient.” 

“Mr. Carrera is my patient. What are you getting at.”

She had a devious smirk and a twinkle in her eye that could render him weak on any given day. 

“Rookie... out with it.”

“Can I be on the case? I really really want to meet him,” she began to beg. Her hands tracing up his torso from his belt until her delicate hands wrapped around his tie and tugged him down towards her

“Ethan...” she muttered “I love him.” 

Ethan couldn’t help but huff. The nerve of this woman! The absolute gumption! He’d never imagine the first time he heard her use his name next to the word ‘love’ it would be about some celebrity.

His ego was certainly bruised. Though he’d never let her know.

She made it better with a long, languid kiss. 

Then Ethan’s pager sounded. 

He checked it and her eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning.

“Fine. Go collect the x-rays.” 

“Thank you!” she kissed his cheek once more. 

They met up at the nurses station to brief over the results and then made their way to Raleigh’s room 

The musicians smile was infectious when he noted; “Oh man, a second opinion? or you afraid you’ll fall in love with me if we’re left alone any longer, Dr. Ramsey” 

MC giggled and Ethan moved to put the x-rays on the board. Leaving MC to introduce herself and Raleigh to give her an approving wink.

Without pleasantries or introductions Ethan broke up their little chat and pointed to the fracture.

He let MC explain what that meant and the treatment plan. That he’d have to take a break from using his hand for 6 weeks and then have psyiotherapy and with the concussion he needs to be without high mental stimulants for five days.

Raleigh groaned and Lauren typed away on her phone to make necessary arrangements.

Ethan didn’t care about celebrities or idolatry in any aspect. He did care about the jubilant smile on MC’s face when Raleigh pulled her in for a hug before leaving the room.

“Still love him?” He asked when they were a safe distance from the patients room.

“Yes. But not as much as you.” she winked and sauntered down the hall.   

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[astra-musings]

catch a break, part 1

requested? yes! by @faithiebrock01 (thanks for being my first post-hiatus request, sorry for the long wait!) check out her wattpad, @/niallforever15

this fic includes: owen grady x reader, fluff, I would say a little bit of ooc? hopefully not too much. a failed attempt to follow JW’s storyline

warnings: none really, other than dinos eating mice 

summary: you train and take care of the raptors on Isla Nublar alongside your husband, Owen. you found out you were pregnant very recently, and have a little trouble letting him know. typical Jurassic World chaos ensues, making it even harder.

word count: 1.3k+

a/n: i’m back! i think? got an extremely long break after my mock exams cause of coronavirus (stay safe out there) and i have t i m e on my hands :) be nice please, this is my first fic in two years,, enjoy! spare me a reblog/like if you liked this, follow me too!

part 1.5 // part 2

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Watching your husband work was, debatably, your favourite pastime. The way his (ahem, your) raptors seemed to respond to his every command made it seem as though they were a band of puppies-in-training, rather than bio-engineered animals from 65 million years ago that could definitely rip you to shreds in a heartbeat.

Your hand subconsciously moves to cradle your lower stomach as Delta catches the rat Owen throws down to her. You’d found out you were pregnant a little over two weeks ago. You were thankful you weren’t showing as of now; you didn’t know how to tell Owen just yet.

Dusting his hands off on his already muddy trousers (thank god he wore the brown pair today), he looks over in your direction, eyes searching briefly before landing on your serene form. A soft smile stretches across both of your faces as you move towards one another.

Gentle greetings are whispered into your hair as he pulls you in for a too-short hug. "How long were you standin' there for? Should've waited in the shade, love." His hand moves up to your forehead, blocking the noon's blinding sunlight from your eyes.

You swat his hand away in feigned irritation, "Only for an hour or two; not like that's ages in this heat or anything..." You pout slightly and tilt your head up towards him in a silent plea for a kiss.

Owen dips his head down to meet you halfway, pecking your lips in an attempt to kiss your pout away. "Don't pout, love. You know my heart can't handle it." 

"Maybe I should pout every hour of every day if it gets me kisses from you," you say defiantly, before standing on your tiptoes to pull him in again.

Owen laughs, the hearty kind that makes your heart swell, “You’d get kisses from me regardless. You do!”

You’re interrupted by the clank of a pair of boots on the metal of the catwalk. Barry marches towards you, frown dragging on his face, "Hate to be that guy, but Hoskins wants to talk. Again." 

–

"For the last time, Hoskins, they're not weapons! They're living, breathing, walking animals. They're in my care, and no way in hell am I letting you touch them!" Owen's face is scrunched up in anger and frustration as his conversation-turned-argument grows more heated. The light grey material of his athletic shirt gradually darkens as his sweat collects from his training with the raptors along with the undoubtable irritation he felt. You opt to retreat to the shade of the cage – despite wanting to calm Owen down, you knew he was much too passionate about the wellbeing of the raptors to be talked down at this point. Plus, it was Hoskins; the man annoyed you with his mere presence within a five mile radius. It wouldn’t hurt for him to get a lecture from the man you loved.

Leaning against the bars of the opening to the enclosure, you find a brief moment of solace from the cool material of the metal. You knew you were safe from any too-close experiences with the raptors as they had retreated to the shelter of the trees as soon as their session with Owen ended. You close your eyes, attempting to focus on the sounds of nature around you rather than the still ongoing argument a few feet away. Your trance is broken when the crunch of dry leaves sounds from behind you. A swift turn towards the direction of the noise alerts you of Blue's presence. Your lips involuntarily pull into a smile; ever since you'd gotten suspicious of a potential and literal human growing in your belly, Blue had grown more affectionate with you. Her eyes lingered a little longer on you when Owen called for her attention with his clicker, and she would always gravitate towards your spot on the catwalk mid-training. A low purr echoes from her throat as she attempts to squeeze her snout in between the much too narrow bars of the enclosure. Breathing out a laugh, you slowly move your hand towards her, just out of reach enough that she wouldn't be able to actually hurt you. Blue's jaws open in a low purr once again, razor-sharp teeth on display. You could probably see remnants of her last meal in there if you looked hard enough. The tip of her snout just manages to meet your fingertips, and you couldn't help but coo at the slight nuzzling movement she makes towards them. "Cutie... think you're some big, tough dino, huh?" You mumble under your breath, entertaining her for the briefest of moments before retracting your hand.

"Whatcha doin' there, sweetie? I walk away for a second and you get too close to Blue again," Owen's voice draws from behind you, prompting you to turn towards him, "I know you think they're cute, and I find that cute, but they can still rip your arm off in a literal millisecond."

"Oh, hush. I'm just missing her, is all. Haven’t seen her in a while. And, actually, you were away for about," you feign a look down at your empty wrist, "100 hours?" You smile, moving to circle your arms around his waist, drawing him close. You tried to subtly move the both of you away from the cage to draw Owen's attention away from your interaction with Blue, who was still following your actions like a wide-eyed child. Owen glanced behind you for a second before his eyes fell on you again. He had definitely noticed a change in your interactions with the beta in the last few weeks; despite you being co-alphas with Owen (admittedly not an official term), Blue still paid more attention to Owen than she did you. Lately, it seemed, your mighty alpha-of-a-raptor-pack husband was reduced mere background noise whenever you were around. He noticed the way Blue would look at you whenever you moved from one place to another, as if she was making sure you got to your destination safely, even if it was just a few steps away. 

He pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind, not wanting to overthink. Just as his mind jumped to thinking about lunch, a white SUV pulls up to the small clearing outside the enclosure. Curious and a little cautious after Hoskins's visit, both you and Owen step towards the vehicle, only to break out in smiles when you see your good friend, Claire, step out of it. 

"Claire!" You jogged up to her, giving her a short hug. "What brings you to this area? I thought you were working in those big, shiny offices now."

She smiles at your faux insult, "Hey, Y/N. And so what if I do? Can't visit my two closest friends?"

"More like your two only friends." Owen jokes, bringing her into a hug as well. Claire narrows her eyes into a mock-glare.

“I do love to be insulted by the two of you – constantly.” She smiles warmly before straightening herself up again – business mode. “I need you both to come with me. Mr. Masrani needs the enclosure for the new asset- the Indominus," she corrects herself as soon as she notices Owen raise a brow at her diction, "inspected. Come with me?" She gestures towards her car.

"Owen and I can make our own way over, actually. Give us a few minutes to wrap things up here and we'll follow you, yeah?" You say, partly because you want to spend more alone time with your husband, and partly because you really didn't want to get caught in the middle of any unresolved tension between him and Claire.

"Yeah, of course. I'll wait here." Claire leans against her car, already pulling out her phone. Conference call, probably.

"Ready to see the Indominus, my love?" You glance over to Owen, who is currently muttering under his breath about not being able to 'catch a break on this goddamned island', which prompts a laugh from you.

"What kinda stupid name is 'Indominus', anyway?"

[demigodsanswer]

Hazel Levesque: Into the Prophecy-verse pt. 1

Time for the prologue to an AU I’ve wanted to write for a long time and need to finally get out of my brain. Hazel is a little OOC in this, but that’s because it’s an AU where she grows up in the modern world, not the 1920s. 

Description:

Rome was a three-thousand year old empire, with two capitals - Old Rome in Italy and New Rome in America. New Rome was the powerhouse of the gods and their hero’s.

The children of the Olympian gods lived amongst mortals, the most powerful of them joining the Legion, and some even earning fame status when major prophecies thrusted one or a few of them into the spot light. 

Hazel Levesque is an unclaimed, unimportant demigod, unsuitable for the esteemed legion. And she’s about to find herself at the middle of a major prophecy. 

~*~*~*~

Alright let’s do this one last time

“My name is Jason Grace. I’m the son of Jupiter and for ten years, I’ve the one and only child of the Big Three. I’m pretty sure you know the rest: I saved a bunch of people, fell in love, saved the city, and then I saved the city again and again and again. I also did this [cut to Jason getting hit in the head with a brick]. We don’t talk about that. Look, I’m a comic book, I’m a cereal, did a Christmas album, have an excellent theme song, and a so-so popsicle. I mean, I’ve looked worse. But after everything, I still love being the hero. I mean, who wouldn’t? So no matter how many hits I take, I always find a way to come back, because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion is me. There’s only one child of the Big Three. And you’re looking at him.” 

Hazel was listening to her music too loud to hear Chiron calling her. She had her first day at some prep school for demigods, meaning she was leaving Chiron’s half-way house for unclaimed and untamable demigods. 

New Rome was overflowing with demigods who either hadn’t been claimed or had been rejected from the Legion. Lupa had deemed her and her friend Leo “too insubordinate” for the Legion. He set the wolf on fire (an accident) and she had told the wolf to eat shit (not an accident.) Demigods who didn’t fit in the Legion and couldn’t live at their home with their mortal parents (like Hazel, who’s mom had been deem “unsuitable”) or didn’t have mortal parents (like Leo) lived in one of the half-way houses. There was hundreds of them around the country, all named “Chiron’s Half-Way House,” but only the New Rome branch was actually graced by the old Greek Centaur. 

He did his best to train or rehabilitate problem kids, getting them ready for either the legion or the real world. He was the one who had insisted every demigod apply to some fancy, over-priced prep school. And Hazel was the only one of them dumb enough to be smart enough to get in.  

 “Do I have to go?” She asked Chiron, as he adjusted the collar of her uniform (which she already hated.) 

“This is a step in the right direction for you Hazel.” 

She tugged on one of her curls, pulling it straight in front of her eyes before letting it bounce back into place. Chiron led her out to the car. Leo was waiting out on the front porch. 

“Don’t forget us little people while you’re off becoming some famous hero or some shit, Levesque.” He said, smiling. 

Hazel pulled him into a hug. “Who could forget you?” 

“I’ll bust you out as soon as I can,” he whispered. 

Hazel sat, clearly angry, in the back of Chiron’s car. He couldn’t drive, being a centaur and all, so Argus, the thousand-eyed half-way house driver was behind the wheel, and Chiron lectured her about all of her opportunities. 

“I don’t care,” Hazel protested. “I don’t want to go, I’m only here because I drew some pictures.” Her scholarship was art-based, that was true. She was a good artist. Not a really notable demigod skill, though. Still, someone had to mosaic all of Jason Grace’s accomplishments. They were only one year away from some world-ending prophecy that the tabloids still had yet to leak. So it was only a matter of time before Golden Boy Supreme (as Leo had nicknamed him) added another line on his resume. And if Hazel was lucky, which she rarely was, she’d be there to sculpt the whole thing in marble. 

“You passed the entrance exam just like everyone else,” Chiron told her. “This is your opportunity, Hazel. Do you want to end up like --” 

He cut himself off, but she knew how that sentence ended. Like her mother. Her mom wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t bad. She was actually pretty cool. The courts were just picky about who was allowed to raise demigod children. Even mega-Hero Grace grew up with a foster mom - Sally Jackson, poster mom for good demigod parenting. Literally, her picture was on the side of buses. She had her own book. She had been on The View with the nine muses. 

Her mom wasn’t Sally Jackson, for sure, but she always made sure Hazel had food, and she taught her how to draw. The court’s problem was her mom’s inability to hold down a job. The only thing she managed consistently was selling her own homemade jewelry. It was all bullshit though. If Hazel wasn’t a demigod, they never would have separated them. 

“Whatever,” Hazel said as they pulled up to the school. She grabbed her backpack and suitcase, and preyed to whatever god her father was that she would be kicked out by the end of the day. 

“Tie your shoes!” Chiron yelled after her. She ignored him. 

Hazel walked into a whirlwind. The school was huge. Most people were in their uniforms, although a few wore ancient Roman style armor over theirs. Some carried stacks of books, and other had spears and swords. Half her day was academic - Latin, literature, history, science, and math. The other half was training - weaponry, climbing, survival skills, and pegasus riding. At least they had Pegasi here. She had been trained well enough at the half way house, but there were unfortunately lacking in magic horses. Well, besides Chiron’s lower half, which Hazel wasn’t too keen on riding. 

“You’re shoe’s untied,” a stranger said, passing Hazel. 

“Yeah, I know it’s a choice.” 

The sneakers probably weren’t uniform, but she didn’t earn the label “insubordinate” for nothing. 

She found her locker, wide and tall enough for armor, weapons, and other demigod provisions, and shoved her suitcase in it. She figured she would move into her dorm later on. 

Someone opened the locker next to hers. “Oh this is so embarrassing,” Hazel said to her locker neighbor, “we are wearing the same jacket.” She laughed awkwardly, but the girl just rolled her eyes before walking away. 

Off to a good start, Hazel though before grabbing her backpack and moving on to her first class. 

Each class seemed to come with its own thousand pound textbook. And the long, winding hallways made it impossible to stop at her locker in between classes. By fifth period - history - she had four new text books and figured she was about to get one more. 

She walked in late. She hoped the darkness of the room helped cover her late arrival, but she cast a shadow in front of the projector. 

“Ah Miss. Levesque,” her history teacher, some old guy named Mr. Quintus, paused the movie, “you’re late.” 

She shrugged, “Maybe y’all are just early.” 

A girl with black spiky hair and dark eye make up let out a stifled chuckle. Quitus and Hazel looked at her. “Sorry, it was just so quiet.” 

“Please take your seat, Miss, Levesque.” He started playing the movie again. Some history documentary. The Romans loved those. This one had some young narrator, who would have been handsome if it wasn’t for the scar down his face. With his blond hair and blue eyes, Hazel could have mistaken him for Jason Grace, if Jason were twenty-five, not fifteen. 

“The Titan Saturn, lord of Time, was overthrown by Jupiter and his other brothers and sisters, and his remains cast away.” 

Hazel was just staring to tune the whole thing out when Quintus paused the video again. “Can anyone tell me the Greek name for the Titan Saturn?” The girl next to Hazel raised her hand. “Yes, Miss. Grace?” 

“Kronos,” she offered. 

“Very good,” Quintus restarted the film. Hazel thought about leaning over and asking her if she was related to Jason, but figured she probably got that all the time. 

A week later, Quintus stopped Hazel on her way out the door. “Miss. Levesque?” 

She walked over to his desk. “What’s up?” 

Quintus showed her the score from their history quiz the day before. A red 0/100 was written across the scantron. 

“A zero?” Hazel tried to look genuinely upset. “A few more of those and you’ll probably have to kick me out of here, huh?”

“If a person wearing a blind fold took a true or false quiz at random, what score would they get?” 

“Fifty percent?” 

Quintus changed her 0 to a 100. “That’s right.” He stood and faced the bored to start erasing that day’s lecture notes. “Are you familiar with the story of Icarus, Miss. Levesque?” 

“Uh yeah, he was escaping the Labyrinth with his father with a pair of bronze wings. But he flew too close to the sun, the wax melted, and he fell into the ocean. it’s about pride, right?” 

“Correct,” he said, turning to face her, “but you left out a crucial element. Yes, Icarus was instructed by his father not to fly too high. But he was also told not too fly too low, as the sea mist could also weaken the wax.”

“Why are you telling me this?” She asked. 

“You’re trying to quit, and I won’t let you. You must remember not to let yourself fly too low, it’s just as dangerous. I’m assigning you a personal essay. Not about history, but about yourself and the kind of person who you want to be.” 

Hazel had spent an hour at her desk, trying to write anything for Quintus or for her literature essay, but her ADHD was going off the rails. She wished Leo would make good on his promise to bust her out of there. 

But she decided not to wait for Leo. 

She hadn’t seen her mom in a while. She grabbed her hoodie before making her way down the fire escape. 

[mysterylover123]

BNHA Rewatch: Two Heroes

mysterylover123

And before we start Season 3, one more road stop: The Big Freaking Movie, Two Heroes, last year’s surprise anime blockbuster and HeroAca’s first excursion onto the big screen. Time to share my thoughts and rewatch this very entertaining film!

We open with bald eagles, deserts, and cowpoke themes, to make sure we know we’re in America. We fly into “California” which looks more like Las Vegas (not really complaining, I loooove that they picked my hometown state for this) to find young, white schlera eye-having All Might and his hunky bro David Shield kicking ass and taking names. My state’s name, to be precise. 

Some exposition follows, basically recapping the premise of HeroAca, as I’m reminded of what a stroke of genius Hori had when he decided to make the MC an easy expositor thanks to his geeky knowledge of all things Hero. Deku will always be Captain Exposition.

Melissa! She’s fun and adorable and amazing, and I just love that the first HeroAca movie chooses to focus on a geeky, kind and energetic lady. 

Deku looking back and forth between Melissa’s breasts and All Might’s crotch belt is peak Bi energy.

I’m so jealous that Melissa gets to touch Deku’s hand.

Melissa describing All Might as someone David ‘loves’ is just throwing away all pretence of his heterosexuality, if it ever existed. How the hell did this guy end up with a kid?

Deku blushing around and enthusing over both Melissa and David is max bi energy.

Uraraka’s Annoying Crush Counter: 5

But I’m glad the girls are here! The Bones animators clearly know well what the fanbase wants to see, choosing to give all 6 class 1-A girls at least a cameo in the film, and three of them involved in the main plot. I especially love that, despite being initially pitted against each other, Uraraka and Melissa develop a bit of a womance in the film. OchaLissa ship!

My one major regret about this film is that Mineta is included in the Main Cast. I wish either Mina or Tsuyu had come along for the ride instead - one, they’re better, more lovable characters who could do the same job he does, and two, then we’d have a nearly gender-even cast! (6 Boys: Deku, Katsuki, Tenya, Shoto, Kiri, Kaminari; 5 Girls: Ochaco, Momo, Jiro, Melissa, Mina or Tsu). 

Kacchan makes his appearance! This bit was leaked online before the film’s release and drew quite a lot of ire from BKDK shippers and Bakugo fans. I’m mostly annoyed that Deku is acting OOC here; this is Post-Final Exam Deku, post Hero Killer Deku. Would the guy who punched All Might in the face and Bakugo in the face and the Hero Killer in the face be cowering in fear behind Iida, the guy whose life he saved, from the guy he, only a few weeks ago, punched in the face?! Badass Deku Rights!

Ooh a wild Todobaku moment! I always love when they bicker. Or rather, Katsuki bickers and Shoto ignores him.

OH NO you cannot slap me with the Ingenium OST theme and hardcore feels out of nowhere! God this scene is heartbreaking. I love, however, the cut to the whole of Class 1-A and Melissa when they talk about the future.

AH Bakugo’s feet! Why are we staring up his crotch? So this movie has a lot of KiriBaku scenes, and I should probably talk about them a little, since their friendship is a big deal in S3. They’re the only major HeroAca ship I’ve never shipped as a romantic pairing, per se. Like, in this scene, I see Kiri as Katsuki’s wingman, his bro, the guy who teases him about his obvious feelings from someone, not as the guy he has feelings for.

And for Kiri’s sake, I kinda dislike making him basically Bakugo’s sidekick. He willingly hangs out with the guy, when he wants to, in canon, he doesn’t follow him around and become the butt of the joke, and he has lots of other relationships in canon to draw from, so this dynamic between them doesn’t appeal to me.

Melissa being a quirkless kid like Deku is a great idea for the film, especially since she and David still find a way to help others. They’re a brighter image of the person Izuku could have been. 

Full Gauntlet is pretty cool

Everyone dresses up pretty! The movie suits/dresses are awesome and (almost) everyone looks great. Why Deku is wearing a baggy zoot-suity mess is beyond me, but hey, he sheds it pretty quickly so I’m not complaining. 

If by ‘female assassin’ you mean Beauty Queen. Jiro is gorgeous.

OK the plot ensues! Darn, I could’ve easily enjoyed a movie that was just everyone hanging out and goofing off...ah well, I still love what we got.

This villain does what neither Tomura nor All for One could ever do! Subdue All Might! My god he’s a criminal mastermind!

Deku wants to help, and everyone but Shoto basically piles on the bandwagon afterwards. “And me!” “And me!” “Me too!” “And Me” “Nobody cares Mineta.” I like how they bring up the Powers dilemma, since that’s a big deal in Season 3.

I was pretty impressed by the amount of level grinding our heroes had to do to make it to the top floor. 200 freaking floors, that’s impressive.

Todoroki saved Bakugo! Yay! BTW I love all the tactical planning stuff in this portion, and how lots of characters get to contribute.

10 little superheroes, trying to save the day. Two got lost and then there were eight.

8 little superheroes, escaping from the garden. One saved the others and then there were seven.

7 little superheroes running against the sea, four were trapped by robots and then there were three. (i don’t count mineta). 

Three little superheroes, reached the top and flew; one had to float them so then there were two. (she’s fine, Bakugo saved her. Save to win!)

Two little superheroes, faced with a gun. One fell out the window and then there was - never mind, she saved him, he’s fine.

That was fun. Anyway, to sum, the group gets split up as they work to get to the top, leaving only Deku and Melissa to reach the final boss dungeon. Highlights include the usual Kamijiro bantering, Todobaku making an awesome combat move, Uraraka standing against the coming onslaught of robots in a weirdly dramatic scene, and Reciproburst.

Dislikes include Kirishima being portrayed as not much use and kind of stupid (c’mon, he can do better than that!) and Uraraka not getting to kick any real ass other than floating Melissa and Deku. 

So we make it to Dramatic Plot Twist Tower and find out that David set up the whole thing. I joke, but I actually didn’t see this coming the first time around and was genuinely surprised. I also think it fits really well with the story they’re telling here: about trying to hold onto the past and forgetting to look to the future. I usually measure good plot twists in terms of how they change the story, characters and themes, and this one does.

On the other hand, Sam betraying him is just kind of silly. “Oh no, not...that guy!”

The villain being named Wolfram makes me wonder if there are any secret Buffyverse fans on Bones’ writing staff. With the next movie’s villain be named Hart?

I love how Melissa is a quirkless character who gets to save the day every bit as much as the powered ones. Also, Deku is freaking awesome in this scene, ngl. It has vibes of his fight with Muscular, that “pinned by an unstoppable wall” thing.

And this has vibes of Deku vs Overhaul trying to save Eri. OMG S4 IS GONNA KILL ME. Anyway Deku tries really really hard to save David Shield and does lots of cool leaps and gets beaten up while doing it, enough to earn some of Wolfram’s respect, but is unable to. Fortunately...

Watashi Ga Kita!

But then...duh duh duh! Wolfram has that power-enhancer-plot MacGuffin! Actually, it’s not a MacGuffin now, because now we the audience kind of care about it. It has weight, it’s significant. The characters care about it, but there’s more to it than just being an interchangeable object.

I LOVE how they animated the metal on this guy. That’s Metalbending. OMG. 

Class 1-A showing up and kicking ass as always. I just wanna quibble for a second with how this movie uses Howitzer Impact: a giant mind-blowing explosion in manga canon, a small underwhelming fizzle here.

DUH DUH DUH DRAMATIC PLOT TWIST. Again this one floored me the first time around. My jaw actually dropped when AFO’s theme started playing. Holy crap WHAH How what how. I’m not as excited about this plot twist, as it basically just happens for the sake of being shocking, but hey, that is clearly something AFO would do, and I like seeing him and hearing his theme here anyway, so who cares. Just roll with it!

And now, the reason this movie was made and the premise behind it. We never, in the canon of the manga, actually get to see All Might and Deku fight the same villain at the same time, so the movie I think was made for that purpose: DOUBLE DELAWARE DETROIT SMASH + YSR

OH YOU SAY RUN. You could soundtrack a scene of people sitting around staring at the wall and turn it into the most epic thing ever. I will never get tired of this beautiful, peerless, impossibly good composition. And this is honestly one of my favorite YSR scenes, because dayum, you can’t get much cooler than the Double DD smash. 

Visual storytelling here is on point. David Shield’s image of All Might turning into Deku is perfect.

We end on a sunrise, fittingly, and Long Hope Philia sountracked credits - with a small bit of depressing to end on, as we see David is probably gonna get arrested and All Might can’t do nothing about it.

Two Heroes is great. My quibbles with it are all minor. It’s the perfect first movie for BNHA; it is big and bombastic and action-packed, but more important, it gets what MHA is about at it’s core. BNHA is a story about the prior generation of heroes (and villains) passing the torch down to the next one. You know, like how teachers pass info onto their students in Academia. The movie gets that, and it delivers it with aplomb. It’s a great script, every scene and moment is necessary and everything happens in the right place and right order. It’s a thrill to watch, and I can’t even begin to imagine what insane stuff they’re gonna put in Movie #2 BKDK Boogaloo. Starting S3 tomorrow!

BKDK CORNER:

On a rewatch, I’m a little more OK with this scene, because Deku pretty quickly bucks up and takes the challenge - and he doesn’t exactly cower from Kacchan, Iida just gets in the way. I also love that gay sounding “Kacchan, people are watching!” line in the sub. 

All of Deku’s Love interests where white flowers on their fancy wear.

NGL this is my favorite part of the movie. That is the sweetest, softest, most endearing smile Bakugo has ever had, and Todoroki seeing it and smirking is just perfect. Baku is peak Tsundere in this scene.

RANKER: The Formal Wear

Girls:

4. Momo - I like the tiara, and the dress is kind of a nice color.

3. Melissa - pretty but a little birthday cake-y.

2. Ochaco - Very cute and well-tailored. The tights really sell it.

1. Jiro - unconventional is the winner of the day here.

Boys:

6. Izuku - Deku where the f did you get that suit? Take it off, please. Why is your taste in clothing so bad.

5. Kirishima - it’s ok, but a little generic.

4. Kaminari - the waiter look isn’t half bad on him

3. Iida - sharp dressed, of course. It looks nice!

2. Todoroki - perfectly handsome, and of course his suit is white.

1. Bakugo - that vest tho. damn. 

[dekatsu]

Pulitzer for the writer ask!

pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you felt your writing was the best.

It’s a story I wrote for my old fandom. One really close to my heart and so I deleted it when I left and took it with me. Cause it’s mine, you know… I pulled an all-nighter for it and it’s really close to my heart since I wrote it when I was rather down. It makes me happy so I go back and read it whenever I’m feeling bad. 

I know you didn’t ask for it but I posted it below and made it bkdk cause I can. Bkdk might seem ooc though and I changed a little here and there to make it fit more but not much, since I like it the way it is. It’s kinda long.

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There are times when Katsuki feels tired. It’s a bone deep exhaustion that pulls on him like nothing else, leaving him staring off into space as he tries to find out exactly why he feels like this; like an empty vessel. It is a feeling that comes and goes, leaving trails of sadness behind.

It’s not depression, Katsuki knows. He’s too young for that. He feels too young for this feeling, really. He shouldn’t feel like this, lost and just… just somewhere between where his body is and where his mind drifts to.

Katsuki tried consulting the Internet. It’s his first source for information and enough research with the right method always gets him answers. And all he found out about this was “It’s adolescents. Being at an age where one is not quite aware where they stand anymore: if kid, teen or adult. It will pass when one finds their way in life or a purpose. A dream, some call it. And some are stuck in that space forever, almost always accompanied by depression.”

Katsuki doesn’t like that. But then he doesn’t have a better answer either. He doesn’t think much about the drifting though. All he knows is that music helps. He likes playing the piano. While his fingers meet with familiar black and white tiles, he can lose himself to music he produces. It’s soothing.

But he hasn’t been able to play lately. Exams are around the corner and if there is one thing Katsuki priorities, it’s his grades. He’s a straight A student, his dedication for studying born somewhere between his mom’s constant pressure and his own interest for knowledge.

People would probably call him a nerd. Katsuki frowns at the terminology. It sounds so underwhelming for all his intelligence. But then again, he doesn’t hang around with others much, so that’s not something he is confronted with. Which is good, if you ask him.

But then that leads him to whatever this emptiness is born because he lacks contact with other humans. He’s not stupid, in fact, he can deduce that some of it might just be loneliness. But he’s got a few selected - he would call them friends, but then he’s not really that close with anyone - people he likes to be around every now and then. That’s all he needs to meet his dosage of human contact.

But bugged with this feeling, he can’t help but make his way to an old classroom-turned-storage room, where the piano is placed until it’s needed for whatever event. One of the ups of being a good student is that he’s got the teachers’ trust. Getting the key is no problem at all.

His fingers already itch to play when he gets to the door. Surprisingly though, it’s unlocked. Katsuki hesitates for a moment before pushing the door open just a crack. Usually he’s alone, never disturbed even.

He steps in, looking around. Katsuki sees him lying on the old couch of the theatre club, arm across his face and spread out casually. Well, if this isn’t surprising. Izuku, Katsuki thinks his name was. Not someone he associates with. If anyone could be described as his opposite, it probably would be this guy.

He’s the attention seeker, and always the centre of all. To see him alone for once, it’s something new. Katsuki stands there in the doorway, contemplating whatever to stay or turn around. In the end the piled-up stress wins out and he closes the door, moving to his usual chair in front of the piano.

Izuku is free to go whenever he wants. It’s not like Katsuki can move the piano. And this room is somewhat soundproof, for one. The sound doesn’t carry too loud into the hallway so that anyone who isn’t standing in front of the door, or close enough, won’t hear.

And then his fingers move. It’s a slow thing, his body easing, his shoulders going limp and he feels relaxed for the first time in weeks. God, he missed playing.

Studying is fine, exciting even for the right subjects. But this, this is so much better.

He plays a slow tune, moves his hands over the tiles, loving the way they give under pressure.

By the time he’s done playing and massages his hands, fingers going stiff after the exertion, he feels better. The feeling is not gone but not quite as suffocating anymore.

He stands up to open a window when he catches movement to his left. Turning around he sees Izuku watching him. Now that he gets a look at Izuku’s face, he can see a similar exhaustion on his features. But he thinks he may see slight traces of wetness as well. He can’t tell.

Katsuki goes for the window, opening it and turning to lean his lower back against the sill.

“You played the piano.”

It’s not really a question, more a statement but the following silence makes Katsuki feel awkward, so he nods. “As you just heard.”

“I don’t mean now,” Izuku tells him, pulling his arm up to drape it across his face again. “You played it before. I’m not sure how often but sometimes I would come by and just listen outside. It’s nice.”

Katsuki stares at him, not sure what to say, so he doesn’t say anything. Instead he turns around and enjoys the fresh air. The room is covered in dust, so this really helps.

“Why did you stop?”

“I didn’t.”

“You weren’t here for a while.”

It hits him then what Izuku means. He came to listen, deliberately seeking out time to stand around in front of the door. Katsuki frowns. “Exams,” he says. And then because he can’t help himself, he asks, “do you care?”

Izuku doesn’t reply for a while and when there is the sound of shuffling, he turns around. Izuku is sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “Like I said, it’s nice.” He gives Katsuki a smile before going for the door.

Katsuki knows a fake smile when he sees one. But he doesn’t say anything.

Before Izuku leaves though, he turns around and stares at him. “What?” Katsuki asks, suddenly feeling uneasy.

“You playing tomorrow again?”

“I don’t know. Whenever I feel like it.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Katsuki shrugs. He doesn’t really care. Izuku nods at him before leaving. It’s weird, seeing someone who is always surrounded by people like this. Somewhat vulnerable but tightly closed off. It doesn’t fit with the other image he had of Izuku.

There is a sudden strong breeze which makes Katsuki shiver. He hurries to close the window and moves over to the piano. He trails his fingers over the tiles one last time before tidying up and leaving.

He feels better. Not good but better.

~

Katsuki hadn’t quite expected it but Izuku does in fact attend his little piano sessions. He does not quite know how Izuku does it, but the few times he wanders there during exam period, Izuku is always lying on the old couch and listening. At the end of each session he just stands and says a thanks before walking out.

It is weird because Katsuki doesn’t appear on set days but irregularly.

Katsuki doesn’t reply or acknowledges his thanks because he doesn’t play for Izuku. He would dwell on it but with his mind on exams and exhausted otherwise, he doesn’t have the time for it.

It’s after the exams that he turns up to an empty room for the first time in a while. He had grown used to Izuku’s presence in the room but it’s nothing he requires. After all, he plays for an audience of one: himself.

He’s halfway through a new melody he had learned on YouTube when the door cracks open and Izuku comes in, cheeks flushed and panting. He’s got two bags and Katsuki concludes that he was busy with club activities. Soccer, if he remembers correctly.

Katsuki’s hands falter over the tiles slightly, losing the melody. He furrows his eyebrows as his hands come to a halt. When he turns, he sends Izuku a glare.

“Sorry,” Izuku mouths back, wincing.

Katsuki tries to play the melody again but he doesn’t get it quite right anymore. He gives up, sighing. No use in trying for the day anymore.

“You are stopping?” Izuku asks, a note of disappointment in his voice.

Katsuki just shrugs. “I can’t get it right anymore. I need to look it up again. You disturbed the flow.”

“I didn’t mean to. Sorry,” he apologizes again and Katsuki shrugs. Might as well open a window. “Soccer?”

“Yes. We were on halt for exams but kicking again now.” His excitement is shining through his eyes as he beams a smile at Katsuki.

It’s almost too much for him but he nods in reply. “I’m bad in sports.”

“And good in everything else.”

“Exactly,” Katsuki deadpans.

Izuku laughs at that, body shaking. It’s a weird sound somewhere between wheezing and laughing, more air than sound. Katsuki catches himself smiling in return, and then frowning.

“I wish I had your grades,” Izuku tells him after his laughter fades.

“Study harder.”

~

Katsuki realises soon that something is wrong with Izuku. They have been each other’s company for a while now, exchanging small talk but mostly just sitting in silence as Katsuki plays his music. So Katsuki can say he knows Izuku, somewhat.

Only he really doesn’t. The Izuku he knows is not the Izuku he sees with others. Loud, annoying, big in his movements and talking. A whole lot of talking. This is the Izuku he knew before seeing him in his space, on the couch and looking like he just cried.

He observes it carefully. At some point, he starts to differentiate between his Izuku and Izuku. Not that it means anything. It’s a way for him to keep them apart and then find out - not now, they are still strangers to one another - which the real one is. Sometimes his eyes meet Izuku’s as he stares and sometimes Izuku is staring at him.

Katsuki silently compares himself and Izuku to two animals, carefully observing the other in their territory and trying to figure out if it’s threat or prey.

Maybe both, maybe neither.

~

“When did you start playing the piano?” Izuku asks. He’s in one of his better moods today, not lying on the couch but sitting and staring. At least he is always polite enough to wait until Katsuki is done playing before he starts small talk.

“I started at six. But stopped half a month later. My mother wanted me to concentrate on school.” Katsuki stands, going for the window. It’s his routine. Play and then air out. “I mostly taught myself everything after. Learned new things from YouTube. But I can only try it here, with this.” He nods at the piano.

Izuku hums in thought. His eyes roam the room before they settle on something and he moves. “I taught myself the guitar. YouTube as well. I’m no master but I can play easy cords.”

Katsuki huffs. “Why am I not surprised?”

“What do you mean?” Izuku looks genuinely lost when he asks.

“It fits your character. Guitars are flashy, and so are you. At least when you are not in here with me,” Katsuki adds. He feels a need to, since there is obviously another Izuku outside of here.

There is a small flicker of emotion across Izuku’s face, but he hides it fast. Just nodding in acceptance. Katsuki turns to look out the window. If he pushes too fast, Izuku will flee, like a scared animal.

“If you,” Izuku starts but then hesitates for a moment. Katsuki turns to see his conflict but remains silent, waiting. “If you teach me the piano, I will teach you the guitar.”

Well, Katsuki thinks, this is unexpected. He nods, carefully observing Izuku to work out a motive. Why would he want this?

Izuku stares back at him, expressionless before he gives him a tentative smile. Whatever he saw in Katsuki’s expression, it was enough for him not to flee.

He thinks Izuku is testing this. And he thinks Izuku is this, reserved, unsure and hesitant. He enjoys silence and is careful to choose his words, and sometimes up to cry. So, the other one must be a front? An adaption into society maybe?

Katsuki doesn’t know but maybe he will find out.

~

Katsuki learns the guitar, his fingers fumble with the strings and start throbbing when he pulls too hard. He’s clumsy. But Izuku is patient, teaches him and sometimes holds his hands in place to make his muscles familiar with the movement.

Katsuki thinks he prefers the piano. And that’s why he compromises with Izuku to only learn one piece. Otherwise his fingers will be too sore to play the piano after hours of holding his pen up.

“There we go.” Izuku smiles at him, clapping his hands when Katsuki finally finishes a successful try. It was a hard climb, took him one week and now he can say he plays the guitar. It’s only one melody but that’s all he ever needs.

Izuku learns the piano much faster, taking the order of tiles in and pressing them accordingly. He lacks the speed, fingers cramping up every now and then but he’s getting there. With enough practice, he will nail the timing as well.

And then they play the melody together. Izuku wanted to try it and Katsuki shrugged. So here they are, each playing with one hand and Katsuki must consciously hold back from using his other.

It works, mostly, until Izuku hits two tiles at once and the tension that had been building up between them crumbles into a heap of laughter.

Izuku strains his finger and comes back with a small bandage around it the next day. Katsuki looks at him, impressed. “Wow.”

“If anyone asks,” Izuku says, “this happened in a fight, where I played the hero.”

Katsuki snorts at him. But when Izuku asks he still signs the white thing for him. His name is the first, and it shouldn’t mean anything, but it does because Izuku didn’t gather any signs during all their classes and maybe waited until now for the first.

The next day the white is colourful and ugly. Izuku listens to his piano and when Katsuki is done, smiles at him.

“At least I don’t have to skip on soccer.” He kicks his feet up.

~

Sometime between their time spent together and his observation of Izuku, Katsuki thinks he figured it out.

It’s not a matter of what’s real and what’s fake but a matter of balance. The need for attention and then the need for isolation. It’s part of how Izuku functions, how he keeps up with his social circle.

Katsuki is probably the only one who knows both sides of the coin that is Midoriya Izuku. He shouldn’t feel special or smug, but he does. There is a fluttering sensation when he thinks the other Izuku is a secret only for him. And maybe that realisation makes Izuku’s presence in his space more important.

Katsuki carefully stuffs these thoughts into a small corner and decides not to linger on them.

~

He doesn’t know how much time passed since their first encounter in his room - months probably -

but now he knows that Izuku was in fact crying.

Because when he walks in, Izuku is lying on the couch, tears bypassing his hands to leave wet traces on his skin. Katsuki closes the door and goes to his piano. His fingers fly easily, filling the room with sounds and drowning any Izuku might make.

He plays for far longer than he usually does, not looking back at Izuku at all. Only when he hears a shuffling from behind somewhere, he stops. Izuku is by the window, opening it now and taking a deep breath. “Thanks,” he mutters but doesn’t turn.

Katsuki hums as reply and that’s it until they go home.

~

Katsuki learns to distinguish between Izuku’s fake behaviour and his real.

His smile and laugh right now are fake. His eyes don’t wrinkle around the corners, there are no wrinkles on his nose and his freckles stay unamused. Katsuki frowns. He’s fast becoming aware of Izuku’s habit to pretend when he is uncomfortable or isn’t really in the mood. Or just doesn’t find something funny.

He continues to observe Izuku across the classroom. Observe, not stare, he tells himself. Whatever Izuku’s friend told him, it isn’t funny but Izuku laughs something polite. And then he looks back, as if sensing Katsuki’s stare. Their eyes meet and Izuku knows he knows. And shrugs.

Katsuki knows a flutter when he feels it and this time there is a skip accompanying it.

“You faked that smile,” Katsuki tells him later when they meet.

Izuku stares at him for a long time and then nods. “I don’t like mom jokes.”

“Why not just say so?”

“Sometimes it’s easier to laugh along rather than sour the mood.”

Katsuki doesn’t understand that but he doesn’t say anything more either. He’s far from social, Izuku obviously the better one between them.

“Don’t do that around me,” he says later.

“I won’t,” Izuku promises.

It feels like triumph, somehow.

~

It’s a bad day. Katsuki isn’t quite sure why but then, he never is. The feeling hits him fast and hard, more so than usual. He’s suddenly exhausted, sad. And it piles. The itch returns to his fingers and he can’t wait to just play. He thinks about Izuku being there, and what he might think.

But then, he saw Izuku at his weakest, too. And Izuku trusted him enough to come back.

Katsuki doesn’t think he would judge him.

When he enters the room, and plays the piano, it’s nothing unusual.

But then he starts drifting, mind going places his body can’t follow but his fingers move steadily over the tiles. When he’s calm again, there again, he stops playing. It took him longer than usual but that’s ok.

The feeling is back under until another time. Katsuki sighs.

When he turns around, Izuku is staring at him. He looks worried, face hard and eyes serious.

“I called out a few times,” Izuku tells him, licking his lips. He’s nervous, and maybe doesn’t know if he’s allowed to ask.

“It happens, sometimes.“ That’s all Katsuki will say.

Apparently, it’s enough for Izuku because he smiles back, something like understanding crossing his features. “I see,” he says.

They don’t talk about it. Or about why Izuku cries. But that’s ok. Maybe they will get there someday but for now a steady presence and comfortable silence is more than enough.

~

It doesn’t take long for them to grow familiar. Maybe it’s the knowledge that they each have a secret of the other. Or maybe it’s the slow acknowledgement of what lingers in the air between them, Katsuki isn’t quite sure. What he knows though is that there is something more, something that could be nice, if explored.

There are touches and traces of gooseflesh, long moments of staring or just sitting back to back while thinking and sometimes doing homework. Izuku asks him for help in math and Katsuki teaches him. It’s easy, really. It’s so easy, that Izuku falls into the habit of laughing around him a lot more. Really laughing, with wrinkles and lines. And his green eyes glow with joy under the fake light of their room.

Katsuki likes that look on him, and one afternoon when they are huddled up together and Izuku smiles at him, he blurts out something stupid.

“Your face really blooms.”

Izuku looks at him, surprised and confused.

“You know, when you smile. It’s like,” Katsuki brings his hand up to his face and curls his fingers together before expanding them. “Or something,” he says, feeling stupid for his inability to describe in words.

So much for eloquence.

But Izuku snorts another laugh and Katsuki finds the courage to continue. “You go from hard edges and features to soft all over. Your eyes get huge. It’s cute.”

“It’s really not,” he denies but avoids Katsuki’s eyes for the rest of the day.

And then it’s all game. A careful game of keeping close but cautious. Because they don’t compliment each other. But Katsuki broke that with his weird outburst and now Izuku got the go ahead and Katsuki knows he has it, too.

Finding their feet in this shifting thing is hard but they will get there, eventually.

For now, Katsuki is happy to note that they are on the same boat. Izuku feels the same. He can read it in every freckle on Izuku’s face and so smiles behind his books, anticipating the future.

~

“So, what’s your type?” Izuku asks. He looks completely earnest. So much so that Katsuki has to choke back an amused laugh. He doesn’t want to let Izuku think he isn’t taking this seriously when Izuku obviously is.

It’s a fight not to let his amusement show through as he contemplates how to answer Izuku. If this isn’t straight forward, Katsuki thinks. He decides not to say anything and just stare back at Izuku. They are sitting across each other, Izuku on his couch and Katsuki on the chair.

Izuku meets his gaze for quite some time, apparently determined to see this through. When Katsuki still gives him no answer he makes an impatient gesture with his hands. “Come on!”

Katsuki just shrugs. “I don’t really have a type.”

“Don’t pull that one on me.” Izuku leans forward, elbows on his knees as he observes Katsuki. “Everyone has a type, and so do you.”

“You would know.”

Izuku nods.

And then Katsuki thinks he can be straight forward, too. He’s mostly confident about Izuku’s feelings but for a small voice in the back of his head, whispering a silent “you are reading too much into it.” Katsuki ignores that voice.

“Right, so?” Izuku presses and Katsuki relents. Apparently, he, too, had enough of this circling each other’s. Izuku made the first step and Katsuki will take the leap.

“First,” he starts, holding his fingers up to count on them. “Short hair preferably. Freckles, a lot of them. Big green eyes, to complement my small red ones. Outgoing, since I lack social skills. Someone needs to cover for that. But someone who enjoys silent company as much as I do. Laugh lines, I would like to trace those. Good at soccer because I suck at sports. Someone who likes my piano and is interesting enough to hold my interest.” Katsuki holds his fingers up, not looking at Izuku until he adds, “oh, and a blooming face.”

When he does look up, he can’t help a small smug smile. Smugness isn’t attractive, he tells himself, but the colour on Izuku’s cheeks is.

He doesn’t say any more and waits for a reaction. But when Izuku just continues to stare at him, he holds his fingers further up into Izuku face.

Izuku reaches out with his hands, folding his fingers together and holding his hands down. Izuku’s touch is warm against his own and Katsuki just waits. When Izuku does react, all he gets is a nod.

And then Izuku is leaving the room.

Katsuki can wait for Izuku. He’s got time. And Izuku would be worth it. But the whisper gets stronger somewhere back there, so he stands up and goes for the piano.

Nothing better to drown out voices than music.

~

Izuku ignores him for most of the day, careful to avoid him throughout all classes and never meeting his eyes. There is a new feeling Katsuki discovers. Something between being denied and being wrong.

He knows he isn’t wrong but Izuku’s behaviour is peculiar. It’s strange and unsettling. Katsuki tries to ignore it and reads the same paragraph five times before finally giving up. He can’t concentrate.

When he’s in their room, he sighs, deflating. Waiting is hard, harder than he wants to admit. It brings a feeling of helplessness along, which Katsuki is starting to hate.

So maybe he can’t wait.

He sits down in front of the piano, tracing the tiles. And then he starts playing. A slow tune, one he taught Izuku. Izuku is good at this one, even if slightly stiff. He’s getting there.

He doesn’t stop when the door creaks, and silently wills his nerves to calm down. He stares determinedly at the tiles, his movement growing clumsy. Izuku pulls up a chair and sits next to him, just watching.

When Katsuki drops his right hand, Izuku picks up with his own and joins him.

He lets out a breath he doesn’t remember holding. Nothing to worry about, after all. Small voices be damned.

Izuku gets some notes wrong, but otherwise they finish it well, the melody flowing and ending. And when it’s gone, Katsuki doesn’t know what to do with himself. He thinks Izuku would know but he suddenly lacks courage to look at him.

He is still staring at the tiles when Izuku finally speaks. “Who told you your eyes are small? Not that they aren’t but it’s kind of hard to imagine anyone having the courage to do so.”

Katsuki clicks his tongue, glaring at Izuku. “Yours are as small, too, if you don’t laugh.”

“You wish.”

“Do you not look into the mirror?” Katsuki asks him. The uneasiness is gone, Izuku’s behaviour during the day forgotten because they still have this. And maybe more

“That’s not true!” Izuku’s protest is weak though because he tries to glare and squints his eyes. Katsuki just looks at him for a long moment. And then Izuku is smiling, and his eyes get huge and he looks beautiful. “Ok, ok, whatever you say.”

“Blooming,” Katsuki repeats because he thinks Izuku needs to know.

“Of course. So, who told you?”

“My mother.” Katsuki frowns. “Though hers are as small, if not smaller. She just uses makeup, which is cheating.”

“Of course, it is.”

“Definitely,” Katsuki agrees. But then he realises Izuku used sarcasm and rises an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Spit.”

“I use it, too. Eyeliner, I mean. Sometimes. It’s great, makes the eyes more prominent. And it looks good.” Izuku stills when he realises Katsuki is staring and shifts suddenly. “What?” he asks.

“You always look good,” Katsuki tells him honestly. And he means it. Even when Izuku stinks up the room after practice, all dishevelled and hair somewhere between bird’s nest and thunderstruck.

Izuku gives him a look. One he’s fast coming to realise means this is a significant moment. A moment between them.

And he takes a chance when he leans forward, into Izuku’s space. At first, Izuku doesn’t react and continues to stare but then he leans forward, too, and Katsuki thinks this is it.

He closes his eyes on the first touch, lingering long enough for his lips to prickle against Izuku’s before he pulls back. Izuku presses against him, not allowing him to stray far so that they are forehead to forehead.

When Izuku sighs, content, he feels suddenly. The blood rushes to his cheeks, settling there. Izuku chuckles at him, the sound more pleasant than ever. “Now you blush.” It’s teasing and Katsuki allows it.

“You ignored me for the whole day. I was nervous. Anxious,” he explains. His hand moves, cups Izuku’s cheek and traces the hints of laugh lines and freckles.

“I’m sorry.” He says it sincerely, looking Katsuki dead in the eyes. And Katsuki thinks he knows why Izuku didn’t come to him immediately. This is new, and maybe a little scary, certainly overwhelming. But he’s here and willing to take this on with Izuku. He vows to tell Izuku as much.

But then Izuku sees his acceptance and nuzzles into his hand. Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath, and his body moves before his thoughts catch up, inhaling Izuku’s next breath before he kisses him again.

Izuku stills, surprised, but then he turns into the kiss, hands on Katsuki’s shoulders and sinks into it. Katsuki’s hand leaves his cheek to slide into his hair.

This, he thinks, this is it.

The next day, much to Katsuki’s displeasure, Izuku takes out his eyeliner and tries to persuade Katsuki to try it. Katsuki strongly denies him, until Izuku says he would look good. Curiosity mixes with the sudden want to indulge Izuku and he sighs, long suffering before finally giving in.

When Izuku starts on his other eye, Katsuki speaks. “What happens here, stays here.” He will not admit to this, ever.

And then it’s over, Izuku holding up the offending object as he takes in his work. The smart smile across his lips thins out suddenly. Katsuki waits and observes. There is a hint of amusement, thanks to Katsuki’s comment. And adoration, which Katsuki still tries to get used to. It’s something new, something Izuku wears for him and it makes his chest swell. He will get behind why, sometime. And then there is a note of amazement and something else.

Arousal, he would place it.

And suddenly he feels wrung up, and moves, not able not to react. It’s not something they can try now, not when they are still learning each other’s. But there is another thing they know already.

He takes Izuku’s hand, the one holding the eyeliner and says, “you like it.”

“I do,” Izuku confirms.

That’s all Katsuki needs as he leans forward. And this time, Izuku doesn’t hesitate, pressing into Katsuki and parting his lips. Katsuki stills shortly but accepts the invitation.

We will figure this out, is Katsuki’s last thought before all he can do is feel Izuku’s tongue against his own.

Later, the eyeliner becomes a much-adored friend. He pointedly ignores Izuku’s I told you so look.

~

The feeling of emptiness doesn’t disappear, but the exhaustion lessens. He still drifts sometimes, especially while stressed but Izuku’s silent company is like an anchor and when he’s ready to be back, Izuku opens a window for him.

Izuku, too, still piles it up. When it hits, it tears him down and Katsuki likes to sit by and play his music as Izuku takes his time and calms down.

When the time comes, they will talk about it. But for now, this is good, this is enough.

It’s company, he thinks, and could be home.

~~~~~

[golgoterror]

JAKE BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

Allow me to preface this by saying a few things:

First and foremost, school hates me. I have a huge quantum mechanics test this week and the exam next week, not to mention a big atmospheric physics assignment due this week as well. So, I will be doing that between bits of crying over the man, the myth, the legend, Joke England.

Second and secmost, I know I don’t post a lot ooc here. Well, ok, I don’t post a lot on here anyway due to the aforementioned school situation, but most of my posts are ic. This is a special occasional, so I’m showing you all a bit of myself, the pseudo-man, the pseudo-myth, the pseudo-legend, Pi. 

I’m writing this at 17:49 November 30th. I’m cheating a bit. I should be programming right now. Fuck it, Jake of English too important.

By golly gosh, proper grammar! I know. Again, special occasion.

I haven’t even written this and it’s going to be long as fuck. You’ve been warned.

Jake means. The fucking world to me. No, actually, the whole fucking universe. When I read Homestuck a little over a year ago for the second time (I read it when I was about 13 or 14 when it was really big but dropped it when I was about 16 (I’m 21 now)), I was in a bad place. My relationship was tanking, my family had just basically disowned me, I was coming out as trans, school was kicking my ass, my depression was real bad... Basically, everything kinda sucked. And I felt really alone. So, I decided to live a little and, even though I was about to head into exams, I decided to revisit Homestuck, having been reminded of it via a YouTube video.

At first, I just found it entertaining. I liked John. Rufioh, too. But none of the characters really stuck out to me, y’know? I didn’t dislike them per se, but I didn’t love them either. And then... And then Jake Pistol happened.

GT: Ok then! Im halfassing it! GT: Look. See? Only a bisected bottom is present! Where is the other half you ask? GT: Why... it is nowhere to be found. I didnt use it!  (x)

These lines. These three lines... Not to be dramatic, but I read that and IMMEDIATELY felt the urge to die for this man. And just, everything. The way he talked especially. Now, see, I tend to use antiquated and what some may describe as quaint modes of speech, which naturally made me gravitate towards the guy, but aside from that, he was so dip dang silly. I love me some silly boys. And he’s so dorky. I just fell head over heels for him instantly. And, as it kept going, I wanted to RP him. Even when he pulled that shit on Jane’s birthday, which probably says quite a lot about me and my caliber, but oh well.

Not to mention, the way he dresses. I love bowties. I have a huge collection of them and I wear one damn near everyday. And being jammed into a love-triangle is something I can relate to rather well. (Hope that’s not tootin my own horn or anything! Because it sucks shit.) I guess I just saw myself in the guy a lot. Which I think is natural -- latching on to characters who you see yourself in. 

But, above all, I guess that just showed that I’m not as weird as I always felt I was. Even if he’s not real, he is a rather well-liked character who dressed and talked in a similar fashion (haha get it?) to me. And that just helped reassure me that I don’t stick out like a sore thumb as much as I feel I do! Which I’m ever thankful for.

So, and this may come as a complete and utter shocker to most of you, so you may want to sit down for this: I made a Jake English RP blog. [The audience gasps in pure, unadulterated astonishment!] And I was super duper nervous. I thought my Jake would be just terrible and no one would want to write with me. I kept telling myself, if this ship doesn’t sail, I’ll make a John. Which seems silly now! I can’t believe how well this blog took off! 352 followers and counting, not to mention countless RP groups I’ve gotten myself into on ye ol Discord and how many RPs I’ve got going on on this here blog and a few other social medias. I still can’t believe how much has happened! How many people have said they like my portrayal! It’s all so much and makes me rather emotional (also not a shocker to anyone who knows me OOC). 

But, above all, I met my lovely boyfriend. My old relationship ended shortly after I made this blog. Turns out, love was waiting for me just around the corner. And I couldn’t be happier. 

Several cosplays, RPs, and new friends later, I’m still writing this nerd. And I couldn’t have asked for anything more. So, thank you! Thank you for interacting with my blog and making me happy! And thank you to the man, the myth, the -- aw shit, I already used this saying -- Lake English! Jake Irish! Jake Spanish! Jacques l’Anglais! Jake Aнглийский! Oh, you know who.

Happy birthday, you lovable oaf! Wish your grandmother-daughter a happy one from me as well.

[flyswhumpcenter]

Found You in the Woods - Chapter 2

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Summary: Even if Manon was searching for Alan near some woods yet again, she truly didn’t expect to find him lying on the ground in the middle of the leaves fallen from the trees. (or: Manon proves she’s so much more than some potential burden and Alan is a stubborn idiot, but that’s why we love them)

Fandom: Pokemon (Anime, post-XYZ) Ships: Marissonshipping (Alain/Mairin)

Chapter Summary: Manon scolds Alan for being irresponsible, when she'd have expected it to be the other way around.

Wordcount: 2.5K words

Notes: (insert here line about how I should be studying for my exams currently taking place and sleeping appropriately instead of working on fics) Well geez, that's really not the direction I hoped this fic would take, holy shit. I thought it was gonna be a more traditional "stubborn character pushes through illness, more at 7", but that surely didn't happen. Oh well, happy incidents or something. Why, I don't know. is it OOC? Maybe. May also come back to it tomorrow or later this week. (I need to go back to my other Pokemon fic...) ((The next chapter will be good though, I promise!))

AO3 version available here.

Time has never seemed so slow to Manon before this day. She really has no idea how far that Centre is, much less how long it’s going to take for help to get there. She trusts Charizard, she really does (she has no other choice anyway), yet her impatience is once again getting the best of her. She’s never been the calm or patient type, sure thing, but in such a situation, nobody could blame her for being so upset and wanting everything to go faster, right? The situation was urgent!

That sense of urgency, she mostly feels it whenever she surprises herself glancing at Alan, hoping he’d start waking up or at least show he’s still alive by doing something else than painful, weak grunts. On second thought, the fact she’s able to qualify anything Alan does of being weak, even frail or fragile, is a rift in space and time: Alan doesn’t really go well with either of these adjectives, much less with the idea itself of weakness or vulnerability. Her impatience must steam from this contrast between the last time she saw him, healthy and being cold to her again (she knows it was more of a ruse anyway, maybe a dare to see if she was truly able to keep up with him no matter what), and… whatever this is. A daytime nightmare, perhaps?

 With how little she’s actually equipped for adventure, Manon has no way to check anything. Her only thermometer is the clammy palms of her hands, something way past imprecise. What if her hands are too hot to actually evaluate his fever? If that’s the case, she can’t be able to tell if his fever is getting worse! And, if it does, then what? She doesn’t know what Pokemons Alan on him right now, much less if they’d actually obey her like Charizard did. Would the sense of urgency currently raging in her heart spread to them? So many questions, so little possibility to answer them and be sure she’s not getting totally mistaken.

Despite how cruel the vision under her eyes is, Manon cannot look away from him. She’d have never imagined she’d ever see Alan, the strong and strong-willed Alan who had risked his life in the battle between two Hoenn legendary giants to save his Charizard, the stubborn Alan who never gives up on anything he decides he’s going to accomplish, the Alan who put the world into jeopardy only to help fix it later as an attempt to atone, be this fragile on her lap, at nature’s mercy, so vulnerable it feels like she could shatter his entire body with merely a misplaced embrace.

Manon wants to cry. Not for her, because she’s doing perfectly fine, but because the situation calls for it. The more she thinks of what could have been, the more she sees her dearest friend (aside from Chespie), the heavier her heart gets. What if Pokemons in the forest had attacked him? What if Charizard had never found her? Wouldn’t he be… No. She’s here to protect him, and so is Chespie. They’ve gotten stronger since he last saw them, she’s going to show the world if said world forces her into doing so. She won’t let anyone, or anything for that matter, endanger him anymore.

 Suddenly, breaking through the artificial serenity of the overly-calm forest, resonates a different grunt. With the earring of a Fennekin, Manon turns her head towards the one currently lying with his head on her lap, her heart skipping a beat when she notices his eyes trying to open. Manon shakes her head: he must be stirring in his sleep. Then she shakes it again: he’s waking up! Finally, he’s waking up, he’s alive and he’ll be able to explain to her what happened to him! Everything is going to be okay, thank Arceus, thank Xerneas!

She didn’t know what she really expected from his current condition, but her heart still hurts badly when she notices his eyes. Like everything else, they’re not like themselves and yet so his: his usually sharp and piercing icy blue eyes are foggy, reddened around the ages, unclear like a mirror covered in mist. She should have seen it coming, she knows that, but it doesn’t prevent her from biting her lip thinking it shouldn’t be this way.

 A few, heavy moments fly by. There is still no sign Charizard is coming back. The forest is oddly quiet, but it’s been since the very moment she’s arrived there with Chespie. Her companion is also dead quiet, barely reminding the world he’s still there. She wonders if he’s able to talk, if he can hear her if she speaks to him, if he’s waking up for real or if he’s just going to fall asleep right afterwards, if he can tell her how he got himself in this dangerous mess. She wants to scold him, to hug him, to bombard him with questions, to tell him she may have saved him from bigger dangers; but she can’t do that, not for the moment. She painfully needs to wait, and then wait again. Maybe she’s going to wither away before she can do anything about the situation. Goddammit.

Finally, after these excruciating minutes, Alan visibly stirs and his eyes fully open. Well, “fully” may be overselling it… It’s more that she can tell he’s trying to open them fully, but it ends up looking half-closed anyway. Her fight against her own impatience and sense of urgency is turning into a curb-stomp battle with her as the loser of it all: as such, she prefers to focus on him, in hopes it’ll make time go by faster and bring help to them. Charizard must have found the Centre by now… right?

 “Ah, you’re awake, finally!” she yells, almost more to herself than to him, a smile making its way onto her worried face. He’s not fine, but at least he’s alive, there’s that.

Of course, she receives no answer immediately. Instead, Alan moves his head around, sighs and finally looks at her. If she didn’t know him better, she would have almost thought this look on his face wasn’t of surprise, but rather his next stage of waking up.

“Ma…” His voice is dry, hoarse, and barely a whisper. “Manon…?”

“Yep, that’s right, it’s me!”

She’s a bit too excited about watching someone wake up.

 Alan tries to sit up, elbows against the grass and the fallen leaves, a hand flying to his head.

“H-hey, don’t overdo it!” she tells him, in a moment of panic, trying to see if that’ll get him not to be too stubborn about it. She doesn’t want it to become the next time where he’d break his shoulder for her.

“Where… are we…?”

Oh, good question. She’s got zero idea where they are, considering she’s just followed a Charizard until she was presented with the fainted figure of her friend and desired travelling companion. (Still in her dreams, she guesses).

“I… don’t know, actually. But Charizard’s gone to get help, so it should be fine, just rest!”

She giggles nervously, as if to convince either Alan or herself that truly everything is one-hundred-percent fine when it’s not, while he looks around. Does this dude even stay still for a second? He’s always moving, even when she’s asked him not to and that he’s sick! How’s she supposed to make him behave?

“What help?” Alan asks as he gets up, only for him to stumble and her to quickly sit him down to the ground. He’s terrible, terrible she says!

“The one for you because you were unconscious on the ground with a fever, dummy!”

 Manon doesn’t really know why she’s scolding Alan, the thick-sculled and utterly confused Alan who’d never listen to her before. It’s not like she expects any rational answer or reaction from him either, so as long as she speaks, she may be able to keep him grounded until help arrives and he’s obligated to surrender to medicine (and people who actually know what they’re doing, because she sure doesn’t know that).

In lieu of a reply, Alan coughs in his fists, loudly, hoarsely, to match with his voice and everything. All of her grudge against him melts into a tiny puddle of stupid feelings as she hears and watches this, prompting her to rub his back as if that’s gonna make anything easier on him. She got too caught up in her own mind to remember he was still unwell and needing medical attention before he got tremendously ill, so she shuts up for a few moments and waits for the fit to be over.

 “Hey… You’re alright? That sounded painful…” she then asks him, trying to get his eyes to look into hers, hands on his shoulders, tone softer than anything she’s ever said to anyone who wasn’t Chespie. Speaking of him, he’s back on her own shoulder, silent, solemn. Probably doesn’t have anything to add, anything to make the situation better. Just like she does, in fact.

“Ah…” He pants first, then clears his throat, coughs again, and finally finds the voice in him to respond. “I’m… fine enough, I guess…”

“That can’t be right! You felt hot and your cough’s super nasty, you can’t be ‘fine enough’!” She wants to scold him like a kid, she really does! He’s such a Tauros-headed idiot sometimes, just like her, if not even worse! Just a pain, a big bad pain for her, but especially for himself!

 Alan doesn’t reply again, too busy looking at her confused and being too dizzy to really get up. She sits down next to him, just in case he needs a place where to put his head which, suddenly, seems way too heavy for his poor neck and body.

Neither of them speaks, at least for a while. All the noise around them are breathes, some faraway falls crunching under the weight of small Pokemons and Alan’s cough, which sometimes comes back, sometimes gets replaced or announced by some throat clearing. Manon can hear the birds soaring in the sky, the little things you only hear in a forest, the beating of her stressed heart and what she thinks is Alan’s pulse, sounding almost quicker than her own. He’s usually cold-blooded, she knows it, she knows that, but… But…

 “I hope Charizard’s found help and that they’re on their way…”

She can feel her friend slumping on her, head on her shoulder, left side lodged against her right. A faint smile must be on her lips by now: he’s alive, he’s going to be fine once this is all over. He’s strangely not moving much anymore, apparently content with pseudo-resting against her. At least, she’s found him in times, she can now watch over him and, she hopes, she’ll prevent him from hurting himself any further.

“You… mind if I babble about? I’m scared you’re gonna faint again if you fall asleep…”

“I’m not falling asleep…”

 Manon doesn’t feel like directly rebutting him. Alan’s feverish, she can sense it through their clothes (he’s sticky too, she knows that from having put her hands on his shoulders), it’d be like hitting an injured Pokemon for the sake of proving she’s right or something. Yes, he’s stubborn and, yes, he still seems to think she’s dumb: but he’s sick, he can barely keep up with a conversation, he can’t get up properly… She needs to be caring and patient, not as jumpy as she usually is. That sucks for her, but it especially sucks for him.

Frankly, seeing Chespie bedridden was way more than enough for her, she doesn’t need to see her other dearest friend falling deadly ill on her watch.

 A new silence follows, thicker than the previous one, covering them both in a thick layer of fabric, wrapped around their throats. Manon doesn’t have a single clue as to what she should be saying next, if she should even be saying something too. Instead, she just stares at Alan with his eyes fluttering like broken roller blinds. He seems so out of himself, so unlike his usual tough guy persona, that she cannot help but worry more with each passing second. What if it’s actually already too late? What if he’s sicker than she thinks? How sick is he, anyway? He won’t let her touch him to test out, she knows that, so she’s left with speculating through observations

And, well, she sucks at analysing other humans. If she was any good at it, she’d have been able to tell Lysandre had terrible plans in mind. Perhaps she’d have been able to tell Alan her true feelings, to convince him he didn’t need to cut all ties with her. Everything would be better; she’d be able to know what she can do to help him feel at least a bit better. No, no, instead, she’s just sitting there, her sick friend against her, slowly but surely either falling asleep or losing consciousness again. Where is Charizard when you need it?

So Manon silently prays. The girl who’s always noisy, always nosy, never getting quiet and always asking questions, making remarks and comments, snarking at people, sliding some jokes; is silent and prays. Praying who, she doesn’t know, she didn’t think about it. She just repeats over and over in her mind how she wants everything to be better, for her friend to feel good again, for the illness to go away and the fatigue to disappear. It’s dumb, she knows that, praying Xerneas only work in fairy tales and nursery rhymes. At least, she thinks so? If it works, she’ll get back what she said and be the happiest girl ever for her poor, poor friend.

 The complete, too heavy to be serene silence breaks in the snap of a stick from behind her. She jumps, taken aback, balancing Chespie out of her shoulder and making Alan almost land on the ground, barely catching him back with her surprised arms. His eyes try to look at hers, or that’s what it feels like, but they’re too unfocused and glassy to properly do so, and as such it ends up failing. This is still so weird, so unnatural…

However, a smile is soon brought where right before it stood a frown. Charizard is back and, with it, what looks like a medical team. The rest of the rescue mission passes in a flash: the nurse and other people she doesn’t know take her friend away on a stretcher, Charizard still out of its Pokeball offers Chespie and her to fly to where the staff comes from. The sudden change of pace is unexpected, and that surprises her.

 As they fly away from the forest, Manon thinks, a lot, much more than usual. Today’s weird, too weird. The changes of pace all over the place are awful, she wants them to stop, she wants today to go back to normal and boring. She wants to get her normal Alan back, the one who gives her snarky remarks, the one who’s too stubborn to ever go back or accept things the way he doesn’t see them, the one who’s worked and fought again Lysandre, the one who almost brought the end of the world before helping fix it. She just wants her friend back, free of illnesses and exhaustion, to travel with him and not be Kalos’s worst nurse ever.

And, well… Is that asking too much from the world?

[undauntedbravery]

Okay, here is the dealio about this week regarding blogs! After Tuesday is over, I will officially be working on my new blogs! I promise when I move over, I won’t have OOC content everywhere. It was just a busy semester ya’ll but I’m almost done!! Thank you for being so patient with me, and a big thank you to those who helped me power through some of these projects too.  You guys are awesome ❤️

Until then, I’ll be working on my last few papers I have. I have two  500 word essays to write in my professional practices class  (I already got two written r i p), I have a peer interview paper I have to write in that same class,  aND I have my 30 minutes art history presentation coming up on Tuesday (which honestly will be a piece of cake. I prefer that over an exam any day LMAO). I am slowly chipping away at these papers and bOY will I be glad when they are done. 

[jamiexwoodsxdaily-blog]

hi everyone! 

i’m sarah, 21, gmt+1 and waaay too excited to be part of this rp!! i’ll be filling @conncrwoods ‘s adopted little sister connection, which means that jamie has been living in crownsville all her life so there’s a shit ton of opportunities for connections and future plots! (best friend from high school, enemies, co-workers, etc etc)

i’ll be putting jamie’s bio under the cut and also link it here , muse inspo can be found here and i think that’s all?? 

i’ll be heading straight into the starters tag and will try my best to read up on everyones’ info now xx

°✧｡ [ lana condor, twenty-one, female, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ james ‘jamie’ woods ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ their whole life ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ vlogger & dental assistant ]. I hear they’re known to be [ lively & reliable ] and [ impulsive & distracted ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ walks on the beach, BBQs, glitter, snowball fights, laughing so hard there is no sound coming out ]. ━ [ ooc: sarah ,21, gmt+1, she/her ] °✧｡

Jamie was born in Pleiku, Vietnam as Suong Dinh and lived there in an orphanage until she was adopted by her two dads when she was almost 2 years old; while they did change her name, her fathers were always very supportive and open when it came to her origins, making sure she knew where she came from and later supporting her when she tried to reach out to her family in Vietnam

her mother had given her up for adoption almost right after her birth since she’d still been a teen, barely able to provide for herself. at least that is what the orphanage had told jamie’s dads when they adopted her

growing up Jamie had always been a little whirlwind, she always had to try and discover new things and was never able to sit still for very long, she’s gotten slightly better at it, but is still constantly adding new things to and crossing things off her bucket list

the only one who seems to be able to calm her down no matter the situation, is her big brother connor, the two have always had a very close realtionship, being able to tell eachother everything that was on their minds and being extremly supportive of eachother. as a child when her dads had trouble setting her down to sleep, her big brother would have to come in and read to her out of one of the books he was reading at the time. these times are some of jamie’s fondest memories and something she still ends up asking him to do whenever she’s staying at his place now. only that now, she makes him read his own stories to her.

her high school years were filled with laughter and adventure and while she had to deal with racism and homophic people, she had never been the type to let these comments get her down. she had always been confident and the fact she never let herself get bothered by the comments of others and openly spoke her mind and called them out on their bs made it easy to find the right friends.

after high school jamie moved on to become a dental assistant, she’s often being asked how and why anyone would choose to work in this line of field, but other than ‘it’s fascinating’ jamie would not be able to tell you why she chose this path either, all she knows is that it’s fascinating and she loves to work in the dentist’s office

upon her request to study in Kennesaw, GA, her bother stepped in and offered to help out with the fees, something jamie is very greatful for but also promised to pay him back eventually (“i know you’ve got the money and want to help out and i love you and am super proud of you, but i will pay it all back and you can’t stop me. same way as i can’t stop you from paying them for me now big brother.”)

while living away from home, jamie also began to vlog. while there was a time when she looked up to youtubers and bloggers, this wasn’t the reason she started doing it. she already had made small videos and took about a million pictures to send connor when her brother first moved away because she had missed him so much and didn’t want him to feel left out, and now she was the one that left home. she wanted her family to still be able to know what she got up to in a more interesting way than just daily phonecalls, so she began to vlog her days. - after the first few videos she had sent back home, her best friend from high school convinced her to upload them to youtube, saying that “you put so much work into these little videos for us, it’d be a shame to only show them to us”, and so in an impulse she actually uploaded her videos.

over the course of the next few weeks, she began to gain more and more views, something she had never expected and was slightly terrifying at first. while she was impulsive and known to at times make big decisions within a heartbeat, jamie wasn’t stupid. yes she gained more views, and yes just before her final exams youtube reached out to her and gave her the opportunity to make money with her videos, but this all could end as soon and as fast as it had started, so jamie made sure to pass her finals first and get settled into a normal day job still

once she had graduated, jamie moved back to Crownsville, GA, and got a job there at one of the dentist offices, she’s settled in well, got her own apartment and can’t imagine living anywhere else

right at her graduation she picked up vlogging again, and now uploads her ‘daily’ vlogs twice a week, she’s gaining more and more followers which is crazy and slightly confusing to her

on top of that she’s currently also working on becoming an Expanded Duty Dental Assistant

[dzpenumbra]

10/28/22

The night got away from me again, and one more-than-full night of sleep after the hell that was this week and suddenly I'm back on the "getting in bed at 5 AM" schedule. I really don't try for this shit, I'm just not tired at 2AM. And I really should at least start getting ready for bed at 2AM. I can sync that with the server reset on NoPixel and just start getting ready for bed around then... but that relies on the server having good content... and lately it's just gotten really corny, constantly trying to break the 4th wall and go OOC, constantly just pushing the edges of funny with a-little-too-on-the-nose current event parodies, Twitter outrage cancel-culture gossip mentality, just... bleh. Sell-out shit all over. Because the whole thing is just a pop culture money machine at this point. The server meta is a great representation of what it has become. Stale, repetitive, trying too hard, not even trying to cover up glaring logic holes (defending the "right" not to). They put a toll booth at the whitelist gates and let anyone good enough to pass a high school drama class entry exam through. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if your "donor level" (yes, you are required to be a "donor" to apply for whitelist) affected your chances of passing the whitelist test. There was never a meeting with me, barely even correspondence. And I'm a purist RPer, a method RPer, with a focus on traditional drama and realism. But some 19 year old who hires someone off Fiverr or some homework tutor website or something to fill out their test for them, I guarantee they get in first try if they drop a juicy donation.

So... the ones who started it all, the real RPers. The ones who were here since before it was a pop thing. They're just tired. And annoyed to have to be around people who just... don't seem to want to play this type of game? If you can even call it a game at that point, I guess do that type of performance? I don't know. A lot of them just seem to be like... "remember the old days? What happened?" And the new ones. They remind me of a League of Legends chatroom. Or old Call of Duty voice chats 10 years ago. Where everyone goes by their username (now they've changed that to a full character name, who has a vague background that somehow never comes up...) and speaks like they normally do, thinking their normal thoughts, but maybe they do a silly lisp, or a dramatic rasp, or some weird nasally thing that's been popular for some reason.

It's like open mic night at a bar, but the veterans are there too. So these guys have to like... rap in front of Eminem... and battle him... which scared the fuckin shit out of me and gave me a massive anxiety attack to the point where I just logged off... But also... Eminem has to hang out with these guys. And they're not all anxious professional creatives trying their hand in a new medium... it seems like most of them are just college-age socialites and amateur actors/comedians/entertainers looking for a career boost. Or fame. Probably fame, honestly... but money is probably a big part of it, with Twitch it's very deeply intertwined.

I don't even like thinking about money anymore. It brings so much nasty shit to my life. Just wanted to say that.

So the NoPixel meta has gotten... a bit desperate, in my opinion, and kinda shamelessly half-assed. There's absolutely no attempt to hide their charged prio, their application fees, every fuckin toll booth set up they possible can. And pushing the meta that this is a thing that really should be socially acceptable, and other servers followed suit and they do it with even higher prices. It's scummy and dishonest. And really fucks the people who were there when you started, they built your server to what it is and now you charge them to stay in the place they built, that they've been calling home for like 5+ years.

The same shit happened to Minecraft. I remember it vividly and it left such a shit taste in my mouth. My server I played on for a while and was a Mod on was... kinda falling apart, I guess? I don't even remember what happened. We sorta all went separate ways? Maybe the owner had to go back to school or something, I really don't remember, it was ages ago. We went to a new server that my friend Moss and her at-the-time boyfriend Sokh had migrated to. I wanted to stick with my friends, so I went along. I started doing what I do... building temples. Sacred sites, decorative, put there for the sake of being impressive and beautiful. It's just sorta what I did in Minecraft. I would build temples and statues and monuments. I still do, I guess, though it has been a while. This new server started to have perk things you could buy. Like package deals and little name tags and shit. Not just cosmetics, but like... actual in-game materials. Whoa, okay what happened there is actually... it might be making sense. Let me connect these thoughts. So there was an incident of new players coming on the server one night, it was pretty late at night, not a lot of people were on. The new people were looking for better gear to get started and settled in. I had some diamonds just laying around from like... when people gave them to me as gifts, or shit I found in the strip-mines. I rarely use diamonds ever, only necessity and most shit you just need iron for, and iron is way more plentiful. So I would usually just stick to stone, maybe iron if I had a good steady supply. Because stone shit is free and I have a lot of work to do trying to build a 500x500x50 5-tiered stone pyramid. Solo. In survival. With stone tools. Let me be very clear, that was the project I was working on, and I was making a lot of progress! I invited the new guys over to my place to offer them a deal. If they brought me like... x stacks of cobblestone (my most precious resource, second to food, which I had in plentiful supply), I would gladly hook them up with a diamond pick. It's a very generous trade, but to me... even like 3 stacks of cobble already mined is really worth way more than the diamond to mine it a little bit faster.

Here's where the story takes a turn. I wasn't the only one on the server at the time. A person that was more of a veteran than I - I remember his name but I'm just not gonna post it here, cuz... I don't need to out people like that... XD - he... outbid me. He like... offered to give them a diamond pick for free. Or something. And I was really not too pleased about that. And I think rightfully so.

This somehow led to me getting banned from the server. And I do know that that dude was paying for at least something on the server. The whole thing just like... reeked of corruption. One of the mods apologized after and said he still wanted to be friends. Like... I'm really trying to find an actual reason. I don't think I fought with that guy, I was really anxious back then... I think? It was like... 2015 or something. I don't think I made a scene or anything, I think I was just pulled aside afterwards. I have no clue.

I got booted from the server. It sucked. And that dude like... followed me to reddit and was sending me harassing messages and shit. That was really shitty. Like... I just wanted to make friends. And this dude who like never interacted with anyone just decided to like... try to steal new potential friends from me?... To just like... flex on me or something? And then got me booted from the server where my friends and I hung out. And then... followed me to reddit. Idk, maybe I was being a shitbag and posted some shit on their server ad post, warning about the pay mechanics or something, that's something I would've done back then. Maybe not. I honestly don't remember, it was like almost a decade ago.

I just don't like getting memories like that wrong. I feel this strong recoil to like... be careful not to point fingers when I could be in the wrong. But even looking at it now? I don't see any reason why that dude would be undercutting me on a deal like that. Like... it's a community, I was trying to set up a trade deal and he just snipes me for no reason, for no actual gain. Like, I could've gotten a trade route set up, have new players turn their early game grind for resources (iron, redstone, diamond, etc.) into a trade resource, to make the grind go quicker and save me time and work. And encourage the growth of regular relationships and interaction on the server. And this dude just goes "here, have one on the house." And I'm just like... okay... back to mining thousands and thousands of cobble blocks by myself then. Thanks dude.. I mean, I think it's okay to speak openly about that. And the messages I sent to him about it that night were whispers, not public. I remember that much, and me and the admins had to go over the fucking chat logs, it was humiliating. Like... I really don't think I did anything that wrong, I just told him it wasn't cool to undercut me like that. I didn't have a lot of resources to work with, but I was willing to part with them for trade. He lived in like fucking mansions and shit, he had tons of resources. And just wanted to give them away or something? To impress people? I don't know. But they went with him, and actually banned me. And I'm guessing it's stuck in my head that they kept him because he donated to the server. That was it. He was paying the server's bills. That was my point. He had a rank tag and everything, and I hadn't paid a dime. That's what I was connecting all this to.

That shit happened to Minecraft. Now I get that you need to pay to keep up a minecraft server. It's currently $15/month for a like... fuck I don't know I think mine has 20 slots? Something like that? So I'm guessing a 100 slot server could get up there. But... banning someone who wasn't doing anything wrong, who was trying to establish a trade deal with new players, to give them a place on the server, a job, a thing to do, a quest. Banning me, so that you don't have to confront a donor and tell him not to do that to people with white-colored names.

That shit... sucks. And it really repulsed me. That some of the sickest hierarchy power-dynamics have found a very comfy home in online gaming communities. That we had a fresh start at building new communities, and we welcomed this idea of buying your spot in the community's power structure. Not through contribution, not through merit, but through real-world money. That because this guy worked at a sleep study lab and just played Minecraft all night long every day at work... and made a bunch of money that way. And donated to the server. And basically lived there, I guess. He gets to be a senator. And that overrides the health of the community. It overrides the situation itself. He can use his power to banish people, over nothing. That shit... really spooked me a bit. I really hope newer people in the gaming community can really understand that these things (paying for access to a server, paying to be whitelisted, paying for queue priority tiers) are not normal. They are very new, they are brought in from like... airport boarding tier scams, and casino business tactics. Literally. These practices are ripped from and direct imitations of some of the most notorious tactics people use to over charge and fleece people. This is known, you can look it up. This has not been the norm, it isn't even really currently the norm, and it only remains the norm in those circles because no one outwardly objects it and... stays in the community. So... just be cautious of that, and don't just cave your thoughts to the peer pressure of those who say... "well, it's a premium product, okay? they have bills to pay too!" Yep, they always have. And that's just the way it is. That doesn't equate to $150/mo. queue prio. Ever. That's not even subtle, the math just doesn't add up.

I truly think that going from free to paid is a scummy business practice. And people are doing it everywhere now. Even YouTube is saying, "even if you demonetize your videos, we're still putting ads on your shit and keeping all the money, so.... wink wink, nudge nudge". And I remember this happening to Starcraft and speaking out about it. About Blizzard experimenting with... "let's see if they'll play for a co-op commander". When they used to be released with patches. And... everyone paid. So... I don't know. I do see some benefit to smaller payments, making a game more accessible to a broader market, but... like... ain't broke, don't fix it? Especially since so many people are using it to exploit that situation? Like... can we take a little bit of a paycut just to make sure that we don't normalize something that people are just bleeding eachother dry with? Just... putting it out there. It all depends on consumer control. Whether we buy this shit. And we do. And pressure eachother to be okay with it. So if someone goes around wearing the mask of a cool guy saying "man, I'd totally pay $90 for that game, that sounds totally worth that much", and pressuring the shit out of people who question it? "That's a totally reasonable price, look at all this premium content!" That becomes the market price, and when everyone starts doing that... it just normalizes... and all of us get screwed. All of us. The consumers always push this in bad directions, influenced by the producers, and the consumer always just screw eachother over. This topic is boring me. This stuff just frustrates me, there's too many people and too many layers involved and it just overwhelms my brain.

Well, this went down a path I didn't expect. Reliving that really lonely grumpy guy getting pissed at another really lonely grumpy guy for undercutting his friendly trade deal, and getting banned for it because the dude was donor. And all that came from trying to get to bed around NoPixel server reset at 2AM. Hey, maybe the reason I don't get to bed is because my brain works like this? And does this all the time. Hmm.... XD

Here's the cherry on top of this really fucking random journal entry. I had a great day today. I matched with a social worker, I'm gonna try to figure out what he can help me with PTSD-wise, maybe I should bring up ADD stuff as well. Like this. And I'm gonna be seeing him like 2 days from now. So... bravo Betterhelp, that was very quick. I have a vet appointment, my mom, older brother and sister in law came in clutch and got a connection and an appointment with someone in my new city. My groceries came, so I made a nice homemade dinner. But the gem of the day:

I dropped in on a quarterpipe for the first time in over 10 years. It wasn't that big, it was like a 3' mini-quarter but... I did it. First try. And three times in a row. Because I really wanted to make sure I got it. And I did a nicely popped nollie on a bank, that was pretty good. Tried to get nollie nosestall but it isn't quite there yet. And I met someone around my age who had this thing called a OneWheel, which I have seen before but never in person. He let me ride it around and it was really cool, it was a lot like snowboarding. Lots of carving, very bodyweight focused movement.

So that was cool. I almost didn't go. I was really anxious, there were like 4 people in the park, and like 4 people working on the addition to the park, smoothing the concrete and shit. A big audience. But most of them were gone by the time I said fuck it and got out of the car. Just one dude who was around my age and around my ability. Who, of course, barely talked to me. But the other dude just came right up and we talked for like half an hour until after dark. So it was a good day. Nice to see that the whole time I could've just taken my old therapist's advice and gone to the skatepark. And maybe my story would've come out different. But I just keep getting stuck on "I just want someone to go with me". The anxiety. The social anxiety, the insecurity. Embarrassment? Shame? I don't know what it is. Awkwardness? "I don't know what to do with my hands". The thing that smoking used to do for me. Shit. This might actually be it.

Okay, fuck it, last thought, I'll bite. I have quit cigarettes for almost exactly a year now. The one thing that is most fucked about my life being smoke-free or whatever is that I don't have a tool for - 1) easy, immediate stress relief, 2) an excuse to bond with someone, 3) something to do with my hands during awkward silences, 4) something to kill time, 5) a ticket out of an awkward situation, 6) an excuse for a break. That's just off the top of my head. They served a lot of purposes for me. I kinda miss them, but at the same time... not really? I just miss what they did for me. And I wish I had a substitute... maybe this is what I can talk to the new therapist about. How do I relearn how to socialize as a non-smoker. And how the fuck can I do that when I have no friends to like... teach me... and coach me... and cover for me in the beginning phases. Like... I never took the advice "just go to the skatepark and meet people" because... I just wanted training wheels. That's it. And I feel very strongly about that. I feel like I shouldn't be ashamed to ask for that. And I really don't know why it's too much to ask? I feel like it's like asking someone to lunch, but they take it as though I'm asking them to help me move or something. I don't know, I guess... I don't have the right people around me for that? I don't know. I don't wanna get too deep into analysis, I need sleep.

Welp... sun's coming up again. I have a lot to process, and honestly... I have no idea how I'm going to catch this therapist up to speed on like... a lifetime of shit... but yeah... I'll see if I can get some key things. Cuz... I need to work on in-person social anxiety and meeting new people (since I'm just hugely out of practice) and... understanding the family fights more fully... and... figuring out what to do when hypervigilance is kicking in or freakouts start and I'm alone with no one to comfort me. Those are the big ones, I think. All of which a really good girlfriend would be doing, and I would be doing for them when needed. Just sayin... I don't think these are really foreign issues, especially to people with PTSD, but like... I don't really know anyone who doesn't have someone to help them with these. Except my little brother. So... yeah. Another can of worms.

I'm feeling much more at peace today, more unified with the direction I want to take my life. A burden was lifted. So I'm going to see if I can keep working on art stuff tomorrow, pick up where I left off.

[zenitsucore]

Oh! An appointment? Are you gonna be alright?? :OOc

I’m doing okay! I just got done with midterms buuuut I have another exam coming up next week <<:)) so I’m doin a big brain and studyinggg

yeah i’ll be okay. it’s just talking and i have them biweekly.

good luck on your exams!! i’ll steal some sweets for you if you do good !

[rookieskrp]

RK’S FOURTH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS CONCLUDE

What better way to celebrate four years of Rookies than with a bit of a makeover, right? Yes, those of you that noticed the change in icon and/or that the main was private for about an hour probably guessed it. Check out our lovely new theme, courtesy of the amazing Mod Razel! Those of you that were around in December 2013 may feel a little familiarity in some of the graphics, because this theme drew inspiration from the first theme Rookies ever had. The new acceptance graphics will kick in next week, so please look forward to it! Pardon our dust as we clean everything up and apply the necessary changes to our numerous sideblogs, too. We had intentions of getting all of this finished yesterday at the end of the queue, but what can we say, sometimes high quality work takes a little bit more time!! We hope it was well worth the wait.

To conclude the celebrations of this incredible landmark, we, your staff team, wanted to share our feelings on all of this beyond just a blanket announcement-- in a little more of a personal way. We always enjoy reading all the posts from you guys when you reach an important benchmark on your characters, be it a year anniversary, a certain number of posts, or more, so this is our version of that as mods. If this compels you to embrace your feelings of nostalgia and fondness, feel free to make an OOC post to let it out. We’d love to hear what this anniversary means to you! Tag any relevant posts as #rkfourth so we can see them all. If you’re inspired to make graphics or start any other projects, too, feel free to! Now, onward with our feelings!!

bianca:

the fact i'm writing this right now is pretty surreal (especially since i forgot about it and had to do it while lying in bed ready to sleep). i was one of the last additions to the admod team and sometimes i still need to stop and think about it to remember that actually happened. i had been a member of rookies for less than a year when i was given the chance to become a mod and even if at first i wasn't sure if i was ready for the job i'm glad i took it! rookies has become something close to a second home to me and i often find myself choosing to write something instead of studying for an exam. during my time here i actually graduated from high school and got into an university which sounds crazy to me!! now debuts are happening and i can't wait to see what more this rp has in store for us. i truly do hope rookies continues going for many more years and that i can help it grow into something even better that can bring joy to whoever wants to join us (or is already part of the family)! watch out for events and see you next year, rookies!

razel:

ahhhhhh it’s already rookies fourth birthday *wipes tears* y’all grow up so fast i can’t believe we’re here four years later and rookies is still as alive and accommodating as it had began. i just want to thank the original admin team, julie and jaiden, for bringing to life a roleplay that’s both brought happiness and excitation for many of our muns. shoutout to piper for doing her absolute 100% best taking over and giving us a foundation to continue on after her leave. my fellow mod team who are literally THE BEST team y’all could ask for in running a roleplay. BUT ALSO who could forget our beautiful muns and muses we’ve seen come and go (as well as who are still here) without your participation, anticipation and love for rookies — none of this could really be possible. thank you for being so patient and hope everyone is excited for the future of rookies and the expectations of debuts in the new year! (i think we can all say this was a long time coming and i’m happy for those who have overcome this wait with us! rookies has always been my home away from home. from the very start, back in 2013, i had already known it would be hard to leave this place behind. with the countless muses i’ve created, rkqri has made a deep impression in my heart with her relationships as well as her development in the rk-verse. i honestly don’t know what i would have done without her or rookies to distract me from the stress irl had on me. it’s been my safe haven since 2013 until now and i’m happy to continue being here to see it til the very end! aghhhh i’m getting emotional but i’m super happy for rookies, it’s fourth birthday and for all the muses and muns who are still here and have made rookies their home as well. i Love ya, rookies 💓

sera:

hello, it’s your bandaid mod here! i still remember when i first joined rookies when shannen (former rkmyung) brought me over during the mgas2 season. i thought this place was amazing then (my first tumblr rp!) and i still think - despite the ups and downs i’ve felt as a member - that this place is incredible for lasting as long as it has! i’m beyond grateful to the current head mods for hiring me on within the last year because it was definitely a leap of faith on their part!! it’s even more of an honor to get to work on debut tier along with mod kyle (how y’all gonna trust me with these big tasks idk???) so i just want to say... thanks!!! to everyone for making the rookies community as fun, as stressful, and as rewarding as it is. i love it here more than i can possibly express. i’ll keep working hard as your mod from now on and as hyeri & joohyun for as long as i can! ♡

kyle:

Happy Birthday, Rookies!  As a lot of you know, I’ve been here since the first day Rookies opened, four years ago!  I’ve really enjoyed my time here and the opportunities I’ve had to bring my muses to life and to write with so many talented people over the years.  I just want to say that Rookies has been a major part of my life for a long time now and I’m very grateful for that.  

Over four years, I’ve played several characters, though probably Taeyeon is the one I’m best known for, having played her for every single day of the four years I’ve been here!  My other two current muses are Seulgi and Sejeong, and I’m quite happy with how both of them have progressed so far!   I’ve also played the actress Kim Jiwon, After School’s Lizzy, GFriend’s Yerin (who became Seulgi), APink’s Eunji, & Pristin’s Minkyung.  I’ve enjoyed writing with all of you that I’ve had the chance to and even if I haven’t, I’ve enjoyed seeing you all here over the years, building your own characters in this world we share.

We have a lot more coming up in the future of Rookies, including debuts! (Finally, I know some of you are saying, myself included lol)  I just want to say thank you for all of you that have been here, no matter how long or short of a time you’ve been here.  Rookies is an amazing rpbecause of each and every one of you that takes the courage to put your writing out there.  So really and truly, thank you for being here and sharing your lives, and your muses lives, with us.  Here’s to more fantastic times in the future!

The only advice anybody can give is, if you wanna be a writer, keep writing. And read all you can, read everything. – Stan Lee

mira:

i remember feeling both excited and super nervous while writing my app to become a mod for rookies over two years ago - those who were close to me at the time can confirm that i wrote about six different versions for it, and ended up changing to a seventh one last minute because i STILL wasn't sure of what to send! i also remember the day mama piper told me she picked me as events mod as one of the happiest days of my life; i love her and rookies more than i can explain in this tiny little message and it means the world to me to have been chosen into such an important and special role in it. i know i've been lacking in my job and i would like to take the chance to apologize to all my members for being absent. i would also like to thank everyone for letting me be here and helping me grow both as a mod and as a person. please, know this: if i haven't been around as much as i should have, it's because i now finally have the strength and courage to take care of myself properly. i have accomplished many, many things this past year, and i know that i couldn't have done it without all that i've learned while being your events mod and your head of development. rookies is a part of me that i dearly love, and i promise i won't ever give up on it. it's not everyday you get to be a staff member of a rp that shares your own birthday, after all. ♡

carly:

i really honestly can’t believe rookies has been around for four years (people have entered and graduated HIGH SCHOOL in the time rookies has been open!!) but at the same time, i can. rookies always seemed like a special rp, and once it got through the original bumps, i’m really glad nothing stopped it. i think the most unbelievable thing is that i’m here, talking about this as a mod (admin???) those of you that have been around for a while have heard the story before. i joined rookies a few days before christmas 2013, and i was so overwhelmed by everything-- back then, my health was even worse than it is now, and i had no idea that i even had lyme disease, i was just sick allll the time. i thought for sure i would end up dropping in the first two weeks. i don’t actually remember how or why i stuck around, but by february, i was really invested and attached. over time, i started reading and liking every solo and sns post anyone ever posted, and kept up with what was going on in the lives of all of the characters here (i was inspired by our now former admin piper, who did the same thing before i did!) and i’m sure that’s what got me my dash mod job at the end of 2015. in my mod app, i said “i love rookies and rookies has helped me so much in the near two years i’ve been here, so i’d love to give back even half as much as i’ve gotten from it,“ and i think that sums up why i became a mod really well. rookies has been here for me when i didn’t know what all of my health issues were, when i got my diagnosis of lyme disease, and through all of the (continuing) ups and downs of treatment for it, and i can’t honestly express enough how wonderful it’s been for me to always count on rookies to be here as a creative outlet, and something to enjoy, and to always count on you all for your support. i like to think in the two years i’ve been a mod, that i’ve done a good job of giving back some of what i’ve gotten from rookies, though i think i still have some work to do before i reach giving back half as much, because you guys are always giving a lot to me every day, too. i should probably cut myself off before this gets EVEN LONGER so all the other mods can talk too (joke’s on you carly your message is so long that it got moved to the end) but i feel really blessed to be here in this exact moment, with the exact role i’ve had. i hope that my being a mod has made rookies a bit better of a place, and that your lives have been a little brighter because of it. thank you all for talking to me about your muses, and trusting me to sort out things that bother you, for choosing to spend your time and energy here, and for helping me learn and grow into a better person every day. in good times and bad, rookies has always been some of the good for me. i love you all dearly and i’ll keep working to make rookies a place you can enjoy for an even longer time  ♡♡♡

[goddamnitaisha]

OOC // *Sparkles*

TODAY IS A VERY GOOD DAY.

Monday evening I wrote the self-insert fic to channel my tension about my meeting with my thesis-writing teacher/coach. I didn’t have a thing to show her. I felt really worried about this!

Tuesday morning I was fighting with my brain. I won, emailed my teacher. I went to university library at midday. It was crazy busy there because of the exam weeks of other faculties. It took me an hour to get a computer, and then my PC was next to an empty pc.           By nine in the evening, the person had been absent finally returned. I whisper-scolded him for occuyping a PC, but he was blond and blue-eyed and gorgeous and arrogant and wasn’t regretful at all, so of couuuurse I immediately liked him. Next moment we’re huddling close and whispeing jokes and discussing museum collections and theoies on the legitemacy of collected works. Everything just clicked, you know?              Soon we were whispering with our head close enough to almost kiss. Man, he was charming. And caught my name when my housemate stopped by as a break from he work. We fired jokes at the speed of an Olympic ping-pong ball match. “Coffee in an hour,” we said, and got to work. We played the “I’m not looking but I’m checking you out ;)” game. Felt good.           I finished my thesis workplan, felt ready for the next day. Now I did have a thing to show my thesis teacher/coach! Big success! Prince Chaming and I had a coffee and a few good laughs and he’s got my number now. Nothing will come from it, I think. He’s not tall enough to my liking.

Now today my talk with my teacher was AMAZINGLY FUN. You must know that I’m sort of smitten with her - she’s definitely a role model I make heart-eyes to. She’s a celebrated published author, and a top-quality teacher, and smarter than I can keep up with (so I just record parts of our talk so I can listen it back later).            Last year I’d mentioned that I had written some fanfiction of the videogame she loves/teaches a course about. Last thesis talk she TOTALLY set up a plan to baited me, first showing me her fanfics and then telling me I could only read it if I showed her my fanfiction. This time I discussed the premise of my fanfic with her, and all of a sudden she’s holding back! I swear this is drip-feeding me because she’s having a go at me! I’m laughing so hard.            I want to write really good, and get feedback from her on my writing. In the past she has repeatedly asked for some of my work, but I’ve always been withheld. Now I feel like I have the time and energy to work on something. She laughed out loud at heaing th pemise. She said she wanted to read the entire thing, not just the first chapter. I feel so special! She gave me a limit of 10k though, which is more than fair. :D  I think I’ll push The Unpromised Land to the side and get started on this 10K fanfic ahahaha. Should be done in April. ;D          I offered to sit down with her some other time and brainstorm on how she can get her presence as a writer more “out there” since her publishing house does not do that for her very much. I have a diploma in “graphic design advertisement&media” and experience as a cosplayer, so I’d love to share somee ideas and insights. It would be good training for my own career. By the way, her publishing house is up up up there, one of (if not THE) best for “my” genre of fiction in the Netherlands. She writes in my genre but has like 40 years more experience hahaha ^___^;;; So if I (and now I am dreaming boldly) could get a foot between the door of that publishing house via her, I would be so happy I could glitter.            The chat about the thesis went well. :D I know what to do, and I have a month to do it. My teacher made th OAO face when I told her that I’d gotten almost the double amount of study points in half a year. She said she was proud of me! She was super proud that I had followed her (and Lilly’s) writing advice and ALSO wrote that book in November. She was super duper mega impressed.

This I fixed my bicycle, was flited with by a random 40-year-old-man who looked fabulous “nice smile <3″ and I brought a blind man (by the arm) from the bus stop to the train station platfom. I’ve sat in the sunshine that felt like spring.

I look AWESOME by the way. LIke a rock chick, with big hair and boots and shirt the colour of sand. My leggings and leather bodice are super tight. Red lips by Chanel.  Perfume: La Nuit Trésor by  Lancôme. No wonder yesterday’s guy and today’s fabulous man flirted with me! I am declaring these my war clothes, 

I look and feel gorgeous!