#quirk speaks

[avelera]

Laois from Dungeon Meshi legit feels like someone said the generic blond main character guy in a fantasy story can never actually be an interesting character in his own right and Ryoko Kui went, “Oh, bet?”

[kwillow]

As an eligible young noble of no small fame, Ambroys had a number of arranged courtships and suitresses in his youth, but any nascent marriages always fell through.

It's not that he didn't try; he certainly knew how to court a lady (perhaps too well, according to many fathers and husbands), and when he lacked knowledge on the affairs of womens' hearts, he sought counsel from a young woman who was a dear friend of his (perhaps too much counsel, according to his own father). Nonetheless, all he garnered for his efforts was separation after separation.

Ah, well. Maybe it was for the best.

[antsday]

okay i will admit it: i don't like 431 from a narrative standpoint (or really any standpoint) but if you view it exclusively as the true epilogue in an alternate universe of mha in which 5 year old katsuki is right about deku looking down on him and doing everything to spite him and wanting to bring about his downfall then the whole thing becomes kind of absurdly funny

[smovs]

sketches & screenshot studies for my Barret gold saucer date rewrite

[clannfearrunt]

"Warmth"

A pair of short scenes I wrote a while back; snippets of Thresher and Rill interacting with their fathers on a winter day.

Thresher carefully stepped over the sleeping bodies of his podmates, reaching for the flap covering the tent exit. He paused, hearing the soft grunt of someone rousing from sleep. 

“Where are you going?” It was Jin. He lifted his heavy head to blink drowsily at his child. “It’s cold out.”

Thresher pulled out his phone to check the weather. 50F. “Taking a piss. It’s not cold.” Jin worried too much. He stepped outside, ignoring the low grumbling coming from behind. 

Crisp winter air greeted him outside; the night was quite chilly, unpleasantly so, but not dangerous. The earth beneath his bare feet had failed to retain any heat from the weak December sun, and hungrily sapped his own body heat away. He supposed Jin’s concern was fairly reasonable this time. He does the worrying so I don’t have to, he reminded himself. Thresher stretched upwards, refusing his body’s instinct to shrink against the cold. Sitting there shivering wouldn’t help him get back to bed any quicker. 

Before heading back inside, he paused to gaze out into the desert. All was quiet save for the occasional rustle of dead shrubs as a breeze nipped gently against his skin. Though moonless, the night wasn’t dark - the distant haze of Splatsville’s lights smothered out the stars that Thresher had heard should be lighting up the sky instead. He squinted up at the faint remaining stragglers blinking weakly in the vanishing patches of darkness for a few moments, then gave up and slunk through the tent’s heavy tarp. 

Inside, Thresher thought he caught Jin turning conspicuously onto his side. No doubt he had been sitting awake waiting for him to return. 

He doesn’t have to do that, he sighed. Thresher wasn’t a little kid anymore. 

But he gently passed over the rest of his family again (even Reef, who ran the warmest) and draped himself over Jin, settling against the dull heat of his body. He idly counted the spots on Jin’s speckled hide - there were more stars on his back than in the night sky outside - until his eyelids began to drop. 

In the morning when they all wake, Buddy would be chirping for everyone’s full attention, and it would be Thresher’s turn to be the older podmate. But for now, in the long winter night, Thresher was warm against a sea of stars, and he was Jin’s little calf. 

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“— so today, my son’s taking our newest Lampris™ heatwear system for a spin himself!”

“Right, it’ll be interesting to find out how much longer I – or any other cold-blooded folks – would be able to stay out here with the new gear.”

“Maybe we’ll be able to share this experience with more people afterwards, but finally getting to take my boy out on the ice proper – now that’s what matters!”

“Alright folks, see you around, and good fishing!” Fathom cut the video recording and set out to upload it to his Twitter. If he had noticed how quickly his son Rill had pulled his protective mask and goggles back on, he showed no signs of it. Rill did notice their butler leaning in to say something to Fathom, which he seemed to cheerfully brush off; the butler returned to their vehicle with obvious hesitation, where he stood hovering by the driver door with the keys visible in his hand. Well, at least someone was watching out for Rill.

Already, Rill regretted taking his mask off for any amount of time. The electric heating system in his stupid coat provided barely any relief against the freezing air he just took into his lungs. He probably shortened his time out here by quite a bit by chilling his core from the inside out. If they weren’t out here to fish, he could probably raise his temperature with some heavier exercise. He just hoped he’d be able to stay out long enough to satisfy Fathom. Rill narrowed his eyes at his “father”’s unmasked, un-goggled head; the sheer difference in their respective cold weather equipment pissed him off. Fathom’s breath turned to steam with every exhale, and Rill wanted to tear into the fish’s hot innards and steal his undeserved warmth.

Since Rill’s time was more limited, his father had him drop his lure first. Fathom immediately began coaching him on effective jigging techniques, but already Rill was having trouble listening. How long had it been since they drove out onto the ice? The initial estimate for how long he could stay out here wearing the Lampris system, without heavy exercise, was an hour to an hour and a half - how much of it had they used during transportation and setup? 

The warmth from the battery operated heat packs were faint, struggling against the freezing temperatures outside. The battery life probably wasn’t long either, considering the cold. What even was the temperature outside right now? He couldn’t remember. 

Was he moving his lure? He tried to lift his rod slightly and let it drop again. Was he even using the right technique? 

Did his body store ink in large volumes while in rest? Or did it produce it as needed? 

At what temperature did ink freeze? 

Was he breathing? 

Yes. Okay. 

But it felt glacial, as he felt his body slowly slipping towards torpor. 

It was interesting, he noted dully, just how slowly one could continue to panic. 

“Rill, Rill you’ve got a bite!” Fathom’s shout sounded like it came from somewhere between 3 feet to 3 miles away. 

Oh, Rill thought distantly. I guess fish really are desperate on the ice. 

Suddenly he found his arms yanked backward, snapping the rod sharply upwards. Fathom was behind him. Right. Rill struggled to remember how to turn his hand to reel in his line. His boneless arms seemed more stiff than should be possible. He felt vibrations through his back from what was probably Fathom shouting something, but he didn’t hear what it was– 

And Fathom peeled away, reaching for the catch. Some kind of medium sized fish. Whatever. Fathom clapped him on the back and babbled excitedly, but Rill no longer registered its meaning. At this point it took all his focus just to take the fish from Fathom’s hands and hold it up for the photo he was sure to want. 

As Fathom handed off his phone to their butler and posed for a photo, Rill leaned in closer than he normally would, pressing himself into his father’s embrace – but no warmth made it through to him between each of their coats.

[miscellaneoussketchlog]

THE PAIN TEACHES

[handweavers]

trying to improve both my bahasa (malay) and punjabi and it's funny how often the same word exists in both languages and they mean somewhat different things but i feel they may share a similar root either in sanskrit or in arabic or persian depending on the word, but may also be simply a coincidence. a lot of words fall into this category and that also makes it more challenging for me to wrap my head around both languages because of the dual meanings. like sangat in bahasa means 'a lot' or 'very much' and sangat in punjabi means 'community'. but it's kind of funny experiencing this irl because my family speaks a kind of english-malay-punjabi pidgin with each other in practice and you just end up intuitively knowing what meaning of the word is intended via context

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner and I commission by @14106

[theraccoonsinyourbackyard]

Brazilian language quirks

A list of expressions i think are funny in portuguese that ill reblog and increase

Feel free to add on if you know any!

1- "Vai na rua, mata um homem e come"

Literally translates to "go to the streets, kill a man and eat (him)"; idk if my family made this one up, but it's a common answer to "I'm hungry"

[darkcircles4lyfe]

Psst. Hey, you. If by some chance your k-12 literature education has not included a reading of the short story “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” by Ursula K. Le Guin, go read it right now.

This is an alternate ending to that story, or perhaps the answer to its unspoken question, a vindication for the anger that gnaws at the pit of your stomach in search of proof that the world doesn’t have to be this way.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Tomura, who used to be a femboy streamer under an alias that Dabi used to watch and be really into, who stopped when he stopped subbing and became a dom, who is now in his buff white-hair era. The two cross paths and Dabi doesn't think he's into guys like Shig, but then he recognizes his birth mark and scars and has his mind blown, asking if Shigaraki will get back into the skirts and stuff for him, absolutely thinking he's going to dom him. Tomura said he'll cross dress if Dabi does too, and then force femming Dabi until he cries and training him to be his cute little femboy sub

Is that anything?

[akkivee]

it is so funny to me that kuukou and hitoya default into the same pose lmao

[ittybittybumblebee]

the plunge

[probablysimpledreams]

Keigo being the quiet shy kid in school with no friends until he meets the very outgoing and popular class clown type Touya at an after school program and Touya is always inviting him over for dinner and to sleepover and they play video games together and do homework together and “run away from home” together when their fathers get too much, Rei always sends Touya with extra food to give Keigo at lunch, they become best friends oh my heart

[marimeeko]

I wanted to find that preview image of Katsuki framed in red with a furious expression to support my thesis but I can't find that rn. (The one regarding Aoyama and how he "wants a few good blasts at him to be even for everything that happened to him because of the LOV targeting them" )

Thesis: assuming a Quirkless Izuku ending, and a BKDK Agency ending, imagine if someone ever disrespected Izuku for being Quirkless, or called him washed up after winning the war.

Vague statements like "I hear their agency hires the most Quirkless population of any agency! How strange!" are one thing, but when it's personal about Izuku...

Something like, "Why is he in such a prominent Hero position with no Quirk? Couldn't Dynamight do more with a Hero Partner who still has a Quirk?", or "it's such a pity he has no Quirks, he was so amazing before!" or "I hate to say it about the guy but what if he's holding Dynamight back...?"

And Katsukis head just SNAPPING towards that person, that expression of fury on his face.

"What the FUCK did you just say?"

Katsuki making sure that NO ONE disrespects Izuku for having no Quirk, ever again.

Imagine his reaction to the media trying to get a juicy "where are they now???" story off of them, and the inevitable "Deku is Quirkless" shit show of questions...

Paparazzi stopping them on the street asking if there's any way OFA can come back, and they can see him in the field again "in his former glory", and "what are you doing now that you've been forced to retire from Herowork??"

Katsuki flinging himself between them and a stuttering Izuku, grabbing the mic and yelling "Does he look like he has fucking retired?! His glory is just fine!! Fuck off!"

Izuku being surprised at first, but in a way endeared. Moreover, appreciates how efficient Katsuki is at shutting down the media vultures that still swarm the two of them even years after the battle. It takes a lot of the mental and emotional load off of him when Katsuki comes at them barking instead of him having to compose the best, most polite statement for them that they don't deserve anyway, Katsukis Hard NO is a breath of fresh air.

"I can't believe I used to fucking sound like these morons..." Katsuki would complain in a hushed tone, fully aware that he used to sound a bit worse, in fact. His thumb traces back and forth over Izuku's hand, squeezing just lightly, as if to non-verbally say, "I'm still sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" to him.

And Izuku would just softly laugh and squeeze back, telling him that it was all ok.

[shima-draws]

Getting p close to Twice’s death and the more I watch the more I’m like. Flabbergasted that people were SO mad at Hawks for killing him

Like I get that he’s a lovable character with a tragic backstory but his quirk is so dangerous 😭 Especially after getting over his trauma and being able to copy himself again, and being able to create a literal army of himself, Hawks was not kidding when he said how much of a threat Twice’s quirk is to the heroes. If Twice had lived the heroes would have lost 100%, THAT’S how fucking insane his quirk is. Dabi, who has shown that he doesn’t really care much for his fellow League members, went out of his way to protect Twice bc even HE knew how valuable of a quirk he has. And it’s not like Hawks didn’t give Twice a chance either, he literally told him to just surrender quietly and told him he’d help him start over bc he KNEW Twice was a good person, it was Twice fighting back that drove Hawks to kill him :’( And people were so mad at Hawks for that!! Y’all if he didn’t do something Japan would have been SO fucked, even more fucked than it already ended up being without Twice taking part in the war