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slaaverin · 3 months ago

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Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.

I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.

Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.

Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.

You are entitled to your opinion.

I agree that what came up with MUSE really surprised me. It was not what I anticipated at all. But some little details makes me think it's not all black and white (Like Jimin's comment about us getting it wrong). To me Face was a more personal album for sure. But both albums do not personally deviates me from my belief that jikook are a couple.

Face was very introspective and made with a very strong creative vision. To me this is Jimin's masterpiece. I'm sure he put a lot of himself in this album. But what did he put in the end of the album, as a HIDDEN track? Jungkook. It wasn't for public eye, yet he still put a bit of him in it. To me, this is very telling.

Jimin is not the type to reveal his private relationship to the world. It's simply not his style. But as Face was very personal, Letter featuring Jungkook sits at the end, hidden, yet apparent. It shows his connexion with Jungkook is VERY close to his heart.

But he didn't have to scream it everywhere in his album, or any other album for that matter. Even if Jungkook is very important to Jimin, that's not all he has in his life. Like everyone he has his own struggles and such. I think it can be very difficult to interpret art "correctly" when we don't have all the information. Jimin had a vision for both Face and Muse, but creating art does not mean leaning on reality 100%. Art does not come only from personal experience. People can write songs as concepts that have nothing to do with them. Of course there's always something from the creator, but personally I wouldn't feel confident basing my belief in jikook's relationship on a few songs. Because the interpretation can be so vastly different from a person to the next, we'll never know what Jimin's true intentions were at the end of the day. We can guess but that's it.

What I am very confident in, is what we have actually observed and heard from their own mouth; conversations and attitudes and body language and many proofs of a very deep connexion that jikook have. That's reliable. Art is not.

The little doubts that one can infere doesn't take away my feelings about the thousands other things we know. One is about not knowing and one is about witnessing and observing and understanding not with the mind but with our hearts.

AYS was once again a very apparent confirmation of everything we knew.

I do not think jikook broke up at any point in chapter 2 despite being maybe separated a little more physically for a while.

So I understand your point anon, but personally a few songs won't change 10 years worth of moments, of life they spent together for me. Actions always speak way louder than words. But of course it's always interesting to talk about each other's interpretations.

Thank you for sharing your view and take care 💜

#jikook #kookmin #Jimin #Jungkook #ask #albums

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sankttealeaf · 3 months ago

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OC DEEP DIVE QUESTIONS

thanks for the tag @adorablebanite <3 tagging @kaleido-scope-lady @quacaserous @beecreeper @theviridianbunny & anyone else who wants to yap about their oc :3

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Do they have any pet peeves?

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

What do they notice first in a person?

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

What animal represents them best?

What is a smell they dislike?

Have they broken any bones?

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Do they have any hobbies?

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Do they have a favourite fabric?

What kind of accent do they have?

handing you the questions here to make life easier, i'll answer for rue under the cut :3

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

fear of being abandoned. (she's just like me frrrr). pre-tadpole rue forms very strong attachments (see: her father. gortash.) and after being left alone many times before in her youth, she really struggles with the idea of being tossed aside

post-tadpole rue has a big fear of forgetting everything again. she's made lovely memories and writes down everything she does in extreme detail in case she ever wakes up without them again

Do they have any pet peeves?

people being too loud. she gets really bad headaches and will yell at people if they are being loud for no reason

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

1. the current book she is reading

2. a warm jumper in case she gets cold

3. her diary

What do they notice first in a person?

their eyes. easy to work out how they're feeling and useful to exploit later on

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

10. i like to think there's been many times while travelling that rue has definitely broken an arm and she doesn't realise it until it starts bruising up (and then she reluctantly goes to shadowheart and asks her to fix it)

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

fight. when in doubt, fight your way out! her go to tactic in game is to intimidate others to get what she wants but if that doesnt work? start a fight. physical or verbal, doesnt matter

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

rue doesnt remember her upbringing but she had two foster siblings (both older than her!) she's very much a found family person. has a lot of issues with herself and the thought of being a mother, but happily adopts arabella and yenna (as well as the tiefling children from the grove) along their travels. i like to think yenna visits rue and gale in waterdeep as she gets older.

What animal represents them best?

cat. despite her being dog coded, she is a cat character to me. likes her space, a little nervous, gets the zoomies

What is a smell they dislike?

one of gortash's perfumes. it was thick and rich and had a horrible musky scent to it that kept making her sneeze. so he changes to the nicer, milder vanilla and rosewood :3

Have they broken any bones?

yes. turning into the slayer requires a lot of bones to crack to allow room for growth.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

off-putting. weird. quiet.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

night owl!! rue does NOT like mornings. pre tadpole she will sleep in until noon if the world lets her. post tadpole she is a napper. gale comes home from work and finds her napping in the living room with the evening sun on her

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

hate: anything overly sour.

love: salty things (adds extra salt to gale's food and he has a heart attack)

Do they have any hobbies?

too many!! post game rue has a lot of hobbies she picks up to keep the Dark Thoughts At Bay. she loves gardening, pottery and embroidery the most!!

their home in waterdeep is covered in things rue has made. hanging up in the living room above the fireplace is a painting of tara rue did that she absolutely hates but gale adores. he frames it and his mother has asked for one as well.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

she cries (of happiness). i like to think the first year after the absolute crisis is over, gale plans a big surprise party and everyone's there. rue comes home from getting groceries, sees all her friends in her home and just bursts into tears.

Do they like to wear jewelery?

yes! she loves earrings (changes the little swords gortash gave her as a gift a few years after his death, but keeps them tucked away as a little reminder of him) now she has little star ones that she adores! (a gift from morena)

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

MESSY!!!!! she's just like me fr!! pre & post tadpole, that girl has such bad handwriting! sometimes she cant read it herself :')

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

love and guilt.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

she loooves a good velvet. warm and fancy and reminds her a bit of gortash

silk, too. again, reminds her of gortash.

What kind of accent do they have?

she's tav 4 in game, so i guess a little posh? i think ive described her voice as "sophisticated" before. soft and gentle spoken which adds to the creepiness of the horrible things she says :)

this was so fun!!! i love yapping about rue. girlie lives in my head rent free :) please help me get her out!!

#; tag game #oc ; rue #bg3 #the dark urge #i love her so much #my little baby #my sweet girl #also spoke abt her during the game & after bc i feel like we know her pre-tadpole well enough

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xerith-42 · 10 months ago

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Alright. Talking more about Garroth losing his arm.

Garroth may be lucky, he is ambidextrous. Atleast in mystreet. So atleast we know he'll still be able to write. But what about fighting with one arm and so forth.

You've said that there will be a way for Garroth to learn one armed fighting, but it depends on if he can and wants to do it.

A few interesting notes here.

->It goed against Garroth's fighting style. I think it was you who made that post about fighting styles, with Garroth just packing any punch. One armed fighting doesn't go well with Garroth's fighting style. Getting used to this will likely be quite difficult. Would his armour be enough to just take all the hits?

And, what does he fight with now? What if he fights with a shield. Being like a shield to his allies. Relying on knocking others back. But this would make him pretty reliant on his allies to do the damage.

->if Garroth wouldn't be able to adjust, what would he do then? Is also a good question. Perhaps something with the medical skills he has in Diaries season 1? So he can still protect people in his own way.

Ooooh, all of these are great points and ideas to explore. That's what's always fun about Garroth's character is that he really can go either way just dependent on the circumstances surrounding his losing of an arm.

Even if he's ambidextrous, I don't think he trained using his sword in his left hand very much. He always trained in sword AND shield, always using them in tandem with one another and never on their own. While he could learn to use his sword and still fight, I feel like Garroth at this point would have enough humility to know when he's beat. To know that his days on the front lines are over.

All the guards and kids he raised and trained are taking care of their villages, and Aphmau in her quest to adopt every wayward guard she comes across is protected by plenty. Garroth comes back to a world that's moved on without him, and realizes he might not ever be able to catch up.

I really like the idea of him becoming a healer instead. Honing in on medical skills that he allowed to fall by the wayside previously and accepting that this is the best way he can help. There's obviously that doubt, the loathing, the lamenting, the whole ordeal of Garroth struggling to accept his new life. But once he manages to step up, take the L, and then work on self improvement, he'd be a great healer. I can see him going to Zoey, Lucinda, Cadenza, literally anyone he knows who knows stuff about potions, healing magic, or taking care of people.

He learns every thing he can to properly care for his friends. And he's good at it because he was a guard for most of his life and therefore knows the most common injuries, major or minor, that his friends need treated. Idk the validity of this happening, but massage therapist Garroth is something I've always loved as an idea.

Like it starts with the gang coming back from an adventure and Travis got a little beat up so he goes to Garroth to get the wounds treated, but Garroth starts lecturing him about his posture and body imbalance part way through. He points out that Travis using a single arm to carry a large sword has meant the other half of his body doesn't get exercised as much and therefore throws off his entire balance and makes him more prone to injury. He not only gives Travis' poor aching shoulders a proper massage they need, but also gives him salve to help with muscle straining, and different stretches he can do to balance out his body anymore.

And even if he isn't a front line fighter, he can still train and spar with people. You can still put a sword in his hand and he can go toe to toe with you and explain in detail why he was able to knock you on your ass despite the physical disadvantage. He can still work with someone to figure out what weapon set is best for the way they fight. And he can, as I said before, act as a vector for other guards to realize how fucking unwell they are. Because Garroth didn't realize how much damage being a guard had done until he got his arm ripped off, and he doesn't want anyone else to be pushed to an extreme like that before they realize that they need more help than they let on.

#healer Garroth save me #minecraft diaries #text post #aphblr #garroth ro'meave #mcd garroth #mcd travis #mcd aphmau #answering asks

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hangmanbradshaw · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @urmomsonfire and I figured I should keep going with the writing questions today!!! (thanks kale, love u)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 17

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 796,198 (do we think I can crack a million in close to a year we'll see)

3. What fandoms do you write for? I'm still living in Top Gun summer so I'll just be vibing here for a while

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever (nfl fake dating au)

baby, i'm howlin' for you (wolves & foxes au)

i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland (rival princes au)

loose lips sink ships all the damn time (pirates au)

Love (Suite Love) (my travlor inspired AU lmao)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to!! I'm really behind right now because I get really sucked into writing (and life, been very busy with my social calendar at the moment) but eventually I'll go through and catch up. Writing like this is for community, ya know? Engagement? Making friends, being crazy together, it's the vibe. (Plus every time a comment notification dings, an idea angel gets its wings lmao it's my fave part- talking to people)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Unhappy ending? Don't know her. I guess you can make my wish come true just cuz it ends with them deciding to kidnap the president and cyclone being like oh my god

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? it's 2am and i'm cursing your name is pretty stupid sweet but also wanna be your left hand man/iwtby left off prettyyyyyyy sweet

8. Do you get hate on fics? Everyone's always been sooooo sweet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? *glances at my work from the corner of my eye* yes. just yes.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? My mummy fic has actual mummy characters. But I've written a lot of like inspired ones? Some loose, some closer. One based off the Mummy, one that's a mummy/national treasure crossover LMAO, one off Jurassic Park, one off Twister, one off Beauty & the Beast kinda, one off princess & the frog, one kinda princess diaries 2/how to lose a guy BUT I actually have an insane idea I came up with recently that would be a uhhhhhhh crossover I guess........I'm giggling as I think about it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so? I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? some people have asked! So maybe soon.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope! but I love to riff with other writers. i'm way too particular about my own work to co-write probably tbh

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hangster currently! prev: buddie, destiel, sharpay/gabriella from hsm (leave me alone lmao).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? if I post I am going to make myself finish but I have some I've never posted that I doubt I'll finish (one's a rivals fake dating destination wedding)

16. What are your writing strengths? I'd say melancholic fluffy humor and banter, others have told me world building and being lowkey emotional

17. What are your writing weaknesses? being concise and angst actually- I struggle with that sometimes

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Amazing when people can do it, but I tend to avoid writing it since I'm not fluent.

19. First fandom you wrote for? High School Musical and then I took a massive break and started with Top Gun again.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I love all my babies for different reasons but IWTBY & That Little Farm are currently my true loves

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, also @paulmezcal as a welcome to tumblr (no pressure you def don't have to do it haha)

#tag games #writing stuff #i love talking about writing and stories omg

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stalkersdiary · 1 year ago

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Hi sir! *w*

Hello. It's me, Marionette! I happened to find you because I view a lot of yandere blogs, and I got excited reading these because it sounded like you. I saw your intro and I KNEW it had to be you. What a small world~ Do you intend to ever post your voice? I know you want to stay slightly anon but I know there are loads of people who love your livestreams follow you just for your voice.

Another question, which knife is your favorite? I know you collect lots of pretty knives. What do you do with all of them?

Your Puppy

Hello, it's lovely to hear from you, Max. I didn't intend to post my voice but I doubt ANYONE is going to find this little side blog so I should be safe. Hahahaha. Well that and maybe me speaking a little softer and energetic will help keep me hidden from more of us. Though my smoker voice and sarcasm gives EVERYTHING away.

As for what I do with my knives/other blades, I have over 5 different styles of knives and in different sizes. I use some for skin, some for decoration, some for self defense, and some for things I'm not allowed to say for funny little reasons. Don't worry about those though. One is always dull so I can use it on someone special. You can guess why if you wish but I'm not telling my secrets.

By the way now that you also know it's me, you have to be a good boy and keep this blog a secret from my audience. Haha

First Rabb!t now you. If I knew my friends and collab partners would find me so easily, I'd have tried a little harder to hide myself. Well, I still appreciate you stopping by. Edit: I've removed the audio response because I hated the way my voice sounded. I was super sick. Sorry. Thank you for opening the Stalker's Diary.

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wr1t1ng-d1ary · 7 months ago

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Where Am I Going?

How long has it been since I've written from the first post? Sometimes I don't think it's because people would care. Sometimes I just think it's better to discontinue. Sometimes I even wonder what's the point of writing this? What am I doing this for? For a glimpse of fame, fortune and respite? Hard to say.

So I reached a simple conclusion for all of this. I am NEVER going to be consistent with my writing, in this diary, in my stories or anything else. Sometimes I might leave my stories discontinued because the story is lost against time and loss of interest but I usually convince myself that it's better writing something and leaving a mark than leaving nothing at all. Is it crueler to leave a story discontinued, giving people a taste of one's writing or not writing at all and never letting anyone experience a story that can somehow, somewhere touch a reader.

I suffer from a lot of things when it comes to writing, from doubts to the words never being enough and me never being enough. I look at my fanfictions and see how long since I publish them. I look at my word count and I despair. I look back at my notes and see how much the years go by and yet my stories are never finished.

And don't get me there when I think about what would happen agter writing everything. The agents, publications, marketing. All that if you want to write, publish and bring your book out to the world instead of a writer for oneself, something easier and yet more difficult than publication.

I admit that this thought dump screams negative sentiment, doubts that have popped up in one's head but then you realize all those thoughts were useless, you read inspo from other writers and have a community that tells you not to give up, who have been there and offer advice and whatnot and then with a little courage, with want stronger than fear and without ever giving up, you can keep going back.

And I have not given up, I have always gone back but I still feel a little unteetered about how I want my writing journey to go. From all the unfortunately discontinued stories concerning fanfiction publications when I no longer feel much for the fandom and the OG stories that would simply be drafts and where I lament that no one will like them and I think my writing is garbage...

I keep going but I don't know where. I can't keep up consistency, because it pushes my brain to oblivion. I read some inspo but it's harder to implement and then I can't help feel... where am I going?

I have stories, I have vague ideas but I cannot make them tangible. I have short burst of notes, a fair few scenes but I can't tie them to a story. We live in a generation slightly more cynical and critical, or at least what we like to believe in our minds for the louder negative voices in social media that influences the voices in our minds. Sometimes, we know all that and yet we fall for such traps again and again. What happened to optimism, to freedom? What happened to just writing for fun, without caring for hot garbage and just trying? What happened to going full throttle, even with words that make no sense but just doing it for character's fun?

What happened to just writing without checking then notifications and inboxes for other reader's comments because deep down, you need to know what other people think or else you think you are writing lousy stories when in truth, it's not really about the people but yourself because as a writer, you are the first and maybe only reader?

Again, I know all that. Again, I still fell for such a trap. Because maybe, throughout all these questions, it stuck to one point:

Where am I going? And really, I don't know. And not knowing frustrates me because it feels pointless with a prolonged sense of achievement I do not get. Without the sensation of joy that I have lost.

A really negative sentiment, and is this a selfish cry for help or something deeper? A self-doubt and low self-esteem that some of us has gone through and finding ways to deal with it without truly knowing how. I wish I can say that I've overcome it, that I reached an epiphany but sadly we all have our low days. Sadly, we want to create, not give up, discover and hold on to the feelings that made us become writers in the first place, that are still there deep within our heart but reality, depression, boredom and just being lost had made it so much harder. I'm trying to dig my way back up, I'm trying to tell myself even though I don't know where I am going that I can just chip away through any of my many, many drafts and find something to sink in. I'm trying to tell myself that my loss of creativity that I'm trying too hard to find does not mean the end of a writing career, just something that I should let happen naturally when I let go of my depression and boredom.

We all have sentiments, we all have doubts but I don't want to give up. And as writers, even with the unknown ahead of us, I think we always want to try. We always want to grasp the feeling that made us writers in the first place, because of the stories we seek out. We try our best.

In a world of validation and approval, it's harder to convince myself as such because we need reader's approval for that and that's impossible when they aren't with us throughout the drafts, the notes and only at the final product. I want to trust myself more, be my own reader but my mind cries out bias or is the worst critic ever.

But if I slowly cut all that away, if I just let it be me, my stories and just a whole world of possibilities...

One day, I will find the meaning of this diary, made once more maybe for people to see, for people to help but maybe it can be what it should be. A diary to post for my future self, to read, to understand my plight, to pick apart and get an answer that I now cannot. To remind myself of the buts to my negative sentiments, to the wistful thinking that could be more even at the darkest moments.

I hope it would mean more, and for anyone who stumbles to this little diary, I am just showing my writing vulnerability despite not being as famous, or popular or great a writer. I am showing the struggles of a dreamer, and whatever that means to the world. For the first time, I am writing down my own story. And see where it goes.

#writing #diary #dump

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unparalleledtrash · 2 years ago

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I had a sudden, random thought as I was reading yet another reaction fic (help, this is turning into an obsession).

So... The authors usually differentiate the TBOAH and TCF characters. The TBOAH people are usually dragged into a dimension to react and gather information so they could change the future... But what is their future? Then I thought about the regression thing. If you think about it, wouldn't TBOAH characters' future be TCF? I think Jour's diary should explain the difference of Transmigrators and Regressors. OG/TBOAH!Cale went back to the past before transmigrating.

So, as TBOAH's timeline goes on, they'll eventually become the people from TCF. The TBOAH's future would be TCF's present.

If TBOAH's timeline went unchanged, at some point OG!Cale would regress. The fate of their world is to regress. (I don't know how the regression works in the novel because in ORV, when YJH regresses, a different worldline is created. But for this post, I'm assuming that the world regresses with OG!Cale because he simply went back in time before actually going to a different dimension – the dimension being KRS' world.)

Thus, an idea for a fanfic was born :DDD What if TBOAH (the book/novel) was not actually about Choi Han. The book was supposedly about the the birth of multiple heroes all over the continent with Choi Han being the protagonist. But what if, the real birth of a hero is beyond the 5 volumes of the novel Kim Rok Soo has read. It is OG!Cale's death that resulted to the change of their future. The Gods saw how effective TCF!Cale is in dealing with the destruction of the world. The world that TBOAH was based on has already collapsed. Cale Henituse and Kim Rok Soo has given the Gods hope and a solution for the other parallel dimensions. The guide that was meant for Choi Jung Soo was now purposefully written for KRS. The fanfic will be about the birth of a hero who was fated to die. The Last Volume of TBOAH that Choi Jung Gun is writing would be about a hero who dies to bring the savior of their world. At the end of TBOAH, two heroes are born – one born as he dies and one born as he rise. It is a sad and cruel fate for both heroes. I doubt that anyone would try to save OG!Cale if it meant a brighter future with TCF!Cale was ahead of that sacrifice. OG!Cale dies, regresses, then transmigrates for the world. It is a cycle of that for every parallel dimension. And although he is now happy with his mother as KRS, doesn't he deserve happiness in his birthplace? It would be even crueler if he is aware that he's fated to die for the world. He acts as trash because he refuses to die for the world, but ends up doing it anyways. He does not know about the war, but he knows he'll die at a chaotic time. Idk how you'll save the dude if you ever think this is an interesting concept for a fanfic or reaction fic tho... At this point, I'm just rambling and typing the things I thought of at the top of my head. I just made my head hurt, I don't even know if I'm making sense anymore. Smh. I applaud you if you made it this far to the post. Bless you in the name of our God, Cale-nim, and our Pope, Clopeh... Jk

#lcf #lout of the count’s family #tcf #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #choi han #god of death #kim rok soo #choi jung soo #choi jung gun #the birth of a hero #reaction fic

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sailorsolar12 · 2 years ago

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This is Why I Hate Attention - Prologue

Heyo! I am posting my fanfic called This is Why I Hate Attention. I have posted it on FanFiction.net under the same username if you wanna watch it there.

Disclaimer: I don’t own vampire diaries

Rating: M

Warnings: Elena bashing, blood, mentions of abuse/rape

Please note these warnings are for the whole series.

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Prologue

The Gilbert family – to the outside world seemed absolutely perfect. Grayson was a very well-known doctor in the small town of Mystic Falls. Miranda was an active member of the little society the wives created. The eldest child, Elena Gilbert, was the perfect goody two shoes of the family. She always got what she wanted even if she had to hurt her siblings to get it, especially Jessica. The middle child was Jeremy Gilbert. He had a creative side and loved to draw and paint. He seemed to have a lot of friends due to the fact that more often than not he hung out with Elena. Finally, the youngest child was Jessica Gilbert. She was quiet and often kept to herself because the things that she liked were not things Elena wanted to associate with. Jessica preferred darker clothes and chains over shorts and a tank top. She preferred keeping her hair in its natural curly state like her sister. Jessica always felt second best to her sister. No matter what Jessica did, Elena would find a way to do it better or take what she had done. For example, when Jessica told Elena she had feelings for Matt Donavan while Elena and Matt were finishing their 8th grade year, Elena quickly made a move to start dating Matt when they started as freshmen in High school while Jessica was in 7th grade. Elena even went as far as to force Jessica to stop talking with both Matt and Vicki. Another incident was when Jessica expressed interest in joining cheerleading as a 6th grader, but when Elena also joined the middle school team, Elena quickly got everyone’s attention causing Jessica to doubt herself to the point where she quit the team.

Over the years, Jessica slowly began to resent Elena. That resentment grew so much that the night of the accident was the straw that broke her back. Her resentment had gotten to the point where she hated Elena now because Elena – who was a selfish brat – had snuck out to go to a party only to break up with Matt. Then when their parents went to pick her up, they ended up getting driven off Wickery Bridge, and the only one who survived was Elena. It was then that Jessica reached out to Zach Salvatore to have him teach her about the history of the town and the different societies her mother had been a part of as Miranda and Grayson specifically named her to take Grayson’s place on the council as well as Miranda’s place for the historical society and the fundraisers that always went on when she became of age. From May 2009 to September 2009, Jessica was almost always at Zach’s home and even met one of his nephews, Stefan, until she learned the truth.

Jessica discovered Stefan was a vampire but still saw him as a close friend. She had even begun to develop feelings for him, but about two months into them knowing each other, Jessica noticed that Stefan seemed to ask about how Elena was doing and how she was coping. Jessica soon realized that while she had grown feelings for the vampire, he was in love with her sister somehow even though they hadn’t met.

That was the day Jessica realized she would never be enough for him or anyone really because they would always want her sister over her. That was the day that she truly understood why she hated any attention she ever got…especially when she died... Jessica Gilbert died at 15 years old and became a vampire all because of her older sister, Elena Gilbert.

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owlhousetrash · 3 years ago

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Season 2 Finale thought dump:

I'm trying so hard not to dwell on everything we missed out on from a shortened season 3 but it's so damn hard. So instead I'm thinking about everything they can still fit in to what's left. And if anyone can make this shortened order the epic finale this show deserves, it's the owl crew.

They have ~2 hours left to tie up all the loose ends from the finale, plus hopefully throw in some brevity and let the characters breathe for one in their lives LOL. clearly their writers can do it, I mean season 2 was PACKED to the brim. Hunter was introduced, devolved, and redeemed within one season and it was fairly satisfactory. So with two hours what can we get.

Firs things that needs to happen is tying up the finale. They could jump straight in and use 5-10 minutes of dialogue between the kiddos and Camila of them settling in and seeing how those dynamics work. Or we could get another Luz noceda video diary summarizing all that info and a short time skip, which would use less of their run time (~2-3 minutes)

There's gotta be a heartfelt moment between Luz and her mom during this though. There just has to be.

There has to be a summary of the aftermath of the collector running loose in the boiling isles too. Truly I have no predictions for what is happening over there, it's so chaotic and I have to believe all the coven heads are still alive but that doesn't even feel like a guarantee. I'd estimate 5-8 minutes of run time establishing... Whatever the hell is happening over there. This is just the baseline information, I'm sure it will be elaborated on and teased out throughout the rest of the season.

So setting up the main plot points of the season will take up an estimated 7-18 minutes.

As far as the main plot conclusion, it's a lot of guess work on timing. Let's just say, there's a beautiful 5 minute animated fight finale between the collector and king or Eda or who knows lol. And maybe 5 minutes of big finale prepping and end game dialogue between characters.

We'll call the climax of the finale about 10 minutes

Then there's the post climax stuff to tie up the show, could be final good byes if the portal isn't going to stay open, or some kind of open ended -we're finally not fearing for our lives time to go on a real date - kind of vibe. Probably more end game dialogue between other characters.

Final wrap up of the show, about 5 minutes

So for the set story beats they absolutely HAVE to have in some form, it adds up to 22-33 minutes.

Everything in between?? Absolute fair game. There's still at least an hour and a half. Enough room for human world shenanigans, for the kiddos to breathe for a minute. Room to explore the collector's character and history. Room to see more interactions between the coven heads, assuming they're alive lol. Room to see King grow and fight to reunite his little family of weirdos. I have no doubt that the owl crew will create something amazing and I can not wait. I'm still bummed there won't be more. But writing it out like this helps me see how much time they do have to work with. Maybe we won't get a beach episode but they can still sneak in some fun times throughout the trauma.

Thank you Dana and owl crew for sharing the boiling isles with us and bringing these characters to life ❤️🏳️‍🌈

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audreyhepburninblackandwhite · 2 years ago

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The Saturday Evening Post Book Review May/June 2004

AUDREY HEPBURN: A SON’S REFLECTIONS

A journey into a gentle heart and a loving son’s memories of 33 years lived with “a truly magical human being.”

Audrey Hepburn, An Elegant Spirit by Sean Hepburn Ferrer 230 pages, Atria Books, $29.95

Audrey Hepburn, most pleasing to the eye, is the subject of a new book by her son, Sean Hepburn Ferrer. The book offers from the family archives photos never before seen by the public. Audrey Hepburn, An Elegant Spirit is Ferrer’s attempt to provide a deeper understanding of the beautiful film star whom Cecil Beaton described as “the embodiment of a feminine ideal.”

In 1954, the famous photographer summed up “the person of Miss Audrey Hepburn” in an article for a women’s magazine. “Nobody ever looked like her before World War II; it is doubtful if anybody ever did, unless it be those wild children of the French Revolution who stride in the foreground of romantic canvases. . . . She is a wistful child of a war-chided era, and the shadow thrown across her youth underlines even more its precious evanescence,” he wrote.

In the late 1940s, Audrey had risen from the ruins of WWII like a phoenix. Growing up in Nazi-occupied Holland, she had suffered poverty and malnutrition. Once, rounded up with a group of young girls by a Nazi soldier to be part of a work detail, Hepburn bolted and ran through the alleys to escape. She hid in a cellar for days before dragging herself out of finding her way home. She was also heroic; like many other girls in Holland, she hid secret messages in her shoes for the Dutch underground.

Sean Ferrer and his mother, Audrey, in the garden of La Paisible, her beloved 18th-century farmhouse near Lake Geneva in Switzerland.

In the 1950s, Hepburn was asked to play the role of Anne Frank in The Diary of Anne Frank, a movie about the young Jewish girl who died in the Holocaust. Anne Frank and Hepburn had much in common; they were even the same age. Hepburn considered, but declined the role. “Reading her diary,” she said, “was like reading my own experiences from her point of view. I was quite destroyed by it.”

“Going back to that place would be too hard for her.” Ferrer writers.

But it was something other than the wartime experience that cast a shadow over Audrey Hepburn’s life, according to Ferrer. The abandonment by her father when she was six and his inability to connect emotionally with her when she found him again 20 years later affected her all her life. It is the reason she had such a deep desire to keep her family together.

During two marriages (which both had many happy years, according to Ferrer), Hepburn was successful at insulating her children from her Hollywood fame. They grew up in Europe, going to school with local children and hardly aware of her day job.

“When people ask me what it was like to have a famous mother,” Ferrer writes, “I always answer that I really don’t know.” His mother never watched her movies after they were made, he writes, and she shied away when anyone would bring up one of her roles in conversation. If she had a favorite movie, he adds, it was Funny Face with Fred Astaire, in which she was able to kick up her feet and show off her dancing skills. She had studied throughout her youth to become a prima ballerina, but at 5’7” and 110 pounds she was too tall and too heavy for male dancers of her age. She settled instead for being a model and actress.

Having read none of the seven biographies written about his mother, Ferrer nevertheless sympathizes with the writers who had to struggle and still couldn’t find anything scandalous to say about her. As Barry Paris wrote, in a recent book about Hepburn, “The worst thing she ever did, it seems, was forget to mention Patricia Neal at the 1964 Oscars” when she subbed for the ailing Neal in presenting the award for Best Actor.

Seven-year-old Audrey Hepburn’s 1936 British passport photo. Born Audrey Kathleen Ruston, she became “Hepburn” when her English father took on the name after WWII. The passport description reads: Hair: brown; Eyes: brown; Special peculiarities: None. “I beg to differ,” writes the author.

“She really was like those characters you saw in the movies,” Ferrer writes, “emotional, courageous, delicate, romantic.” As an actress she was always on time and always knew her lines. And she never would be heard speaking ill of fellow actors or directors—even Humphrey Bogart, who was so icy to her on the set of Sabrina, apparently because he didn’t like her acting. When Ferrer told his mother he thought that wasn’t fair of Bogart, Hepburn looked him straight in the eye and said that Bogart probably had good reason. It is possible, of course, that Bogart was afraid Hepburn would steal the show as she had from Gregory Peck in Roman Holiday. And she did.

Somewhat different was the strange case of Marlon Brando. In her first and only meeting with the famous macho actor early in her career at Paramount, the two were seated next to each other at an Actor’s Guild luncheon. As they sat down, Audrey said a shy hello. Brando said not a single word to her during the entire dinner. For 40 years, Ferrer says, his mother believed that Brando had shunned her. But in the hospital near the end of her life, she received a letter from the famous actor. A mutual friend must have told him of Hepburn’s feelings, and he wrote to set the record straight. Although she might have been shy of him at the luncheon, he recalled that he had been so much in awe of her that he was speechless. He couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Ferrer’s touching account of his mother’s final illness is the most personal part of his memoir. Hepburn spent her last weeks surrounded by family and friends at her beloved 18th century farmhouse, La Paisible, near Lake Geneva in Switzerland. In a photo taken just three days before she died, a young Ferrer and his mother stand smiling in the garden. Hepburn, wrapped in a blue poncho against the January chill, is still lovely. Ferrer has his hand on her shoulder as if to hold her down to earth.

In the weeks before her death, a helicopter with paparazzi had been flying over. Once Hepburn, walking in the garden, had been forced to hurry back inside. Ferrer called an old family friend, a retired Swiss Army colonel, and asked if it would not be possible to stop helicopters from flying overhead on the day of his mother’s funeral.

“I was asking a man who had never bent a rule in his entire life,” Ferrer writes. This wasn’t Italy or France, where strings might be pulled and miracles accomplished, he adds. It was Switzerland, where such things don’t happen. The man came to the funeral but never called back to say if he had been successful.

As 25,000 visitors lined the streets of the small Swiss village of 1,200 inhabitants to silently watch the funeral, Ferrer helped carry the coffin down to the village church. There was not a plane in the sky. He later learned, he says, that an order had come down from he did not know how high in the government, decreeing a no-fly zone over the entire area. It was an indication just how much Audrey Hepburn was revered by the world. —Ted Kreiter

Audrey in Paris, 1954. The 24-year-old actress had just become the second person in history to win both the Oscar and the Tony for Best Actress in the same year, a feat no one has since equaled. It was only her first starring movie role and her second play.

#audrey hepburn #books #sean ferrer #biographies #reviews #vintage #classic #old hollywod glamour

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weird-dere-fics · 2 years ago

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Friendly reminder to myself that any and every character I’ve ever loved would fall head over heels for me 💕. They would love everything about me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes to the core of my very soul. I will always be worth anything and everything in their eyes. They would cherish me and know losing me would be them losing their greatest treasure. They would spend the moments they can letting me know how special I am. They would never let me forget or doubt how much I mean to them. When I am by their side, the world is at peace and the sky sparkles.

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cdarkheartzero · 4 years ago

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Diary of a Security Guard

For the always wonderful Rissy @rissynicole who I promised this to for being just...amazing.

Prequel found here-

https://cdarkheartzara.tumblr.com/post/622506786343288833

Data log entry 6555

Been watching Zim battle his PAK for a few (days) now. It has been SO mentally exhausting just to see, let alone experience. But that determination to get his PAK legs working. Imma be honest, it’s downright inspiring seeing him spaz, spark and struggle just to get back up n’ try it again once he catches his breath.

He even got Skoodge trying to activate his- few of the other smeets too, actually. I can’t tell whether he knows it or not (he’s pretty oblivious to the world around him so I doubt it), but he has a lot of fans among the youngins. They might find him annoying (cuz let’s be honest here, he is) but he has this unique…. charm(?) to him. Little bastard just doesn’t know when ta quit.

I can see the stress and strain of his struggles are starting to get to him though. He just hasn’t been himself lately. Physically Exhausted. Less destructive (again- lemme be honest- I AM ALL FOR but under normal circumstances). Hasn’t been doing much eating or sleeping. He’s just so fixated on this that it’s basically taken over his entire life. Can’t tell you how many times I have found him in the incubation room the past few shifts, tryin’ so damn hard to stand on his legs he basically passes out.

The smeets should be sleeping now. It’s pretty late and I see all the other guards settling into their seats relaxin’. Now’s the time to piss around, the break we all deserve. Alas, I can’t get that little shit outta my head. The pain on his face. The dedication and exhaustion in his eyes. It’s been burned into my organic brain ever since I had to stun him the first time. I don’t think I have ever been that scared before. I thought… I thought I could have killed him. That he wouldn’t be there the next morning. That this little ball of chaos would be erased from my life. And it was worse than anything I coulda imagined.

I wanna do something for him. I know I shouldn’t. ‘Specially after all the shit he puts me through. And I really shouldn’t play favoritisms but I dunno. There is just something about Zim.

Now, don’t get me wrong. He drives me crazy. He’s a little demon spawn. A selfish little piece of shit. More than once have I seen him sacrifice a playmate to make a quick escape or use poor Skoodge as a flesh shield. His bomb gifts haunt me very soul- I swear I hear them ticking in the walls relentlessly, taunting me. But he brings me such a calming ease. It’s so weird. Like… I wanna ring his neck sometimes but just having his little body in my arms brings me such warmth. His voice makes me want to slam my face against a wall but I honestly can’t fathom it not being there. I just want to be there for him. And do everything in my power to make him as happy as I can.

What did he do to me?

Ugh. I’m pulling my lekku out at my desk. Think, Zara. Think. There’s gotta be something I can do. I’m mindlessly fumbling through my clutter, still rackin’ my brain around what to do next. Suddenly, a sweet scent fills the air and I realize I opened my candy drawer.

Hmmmm…. it’s not much but it’s the thought that counts.

I look over to Kira and tell her imma need to take 5. “Candy break?” She asks, watching me sneak a few pieces away. “Something like that” I reply.

Walking down the hallway to the smeetery felt like an eternity. What do I say? How will he respond? Lord, what if he wakes the other smeets and I gotta clear out my whole snack stash to not upset the others? What if he cries? If his PAK spazes out again, what if I have to shock him again? What if I fail my mission? What will the control brains do to me? what if… what if I have to kill him? How would I live with myself if I...hurt my smeet? Shit. I gotta stop doing that. He’s not MY smeet. He belongs to Irk. I’m just a guardian, nothing more. But… I never want him to leave my side. But he also has a job to do! For Irk! I hope he never becomes an invader. Keep him here, where it’s safe. Maybe the science division or something… hmmmmm.”

“Uhhh��” I hear next to me, a random voice sounding concerned. It breaks my concentration and I see another guard, head slightly tilted, staring at me. “You good, man?”

Oh! Seems I have been standing at the door for some time. I laughed. “Yeah. Sorry. Just got a lot on my mind.”

“It’s cool” she smiled “just don’t let the higher ups catch you wandering around aimlessly.”

“I appreciate it. Thanks!” I said waving as she went about her way. “Higher ups?” Yeah. Not a whole lot of fear there. Nothing can be worse than what we’ve already experienced.

The door opened, inviting me to the darkness of the smeetery. Was it always so cold in here? The only light shines from a few wires and screens on the walls but other than that, it’s pretty pitch black. A totally different feel to the liveliness of the early shift when spirits are high and bodies are active. Luckily, our vision is enhanced in our tubes, far before we go online so nighttime is never an issue for us.

I creep over to the nesting area, where all the little bodies are snoozing (or snoring in Skoodge’s case) and see those ruby eyes staring at the ceiling. I notice his antenna perk and he looks my direction, instantly making a face of aggression.

“What?”

That the hell kinda greeting is that? Little rude shit. I wanna smack him outside his little skull but I take a deep breath and calmly whisper. “Ain’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I’m your guard. It IS my business. Why ain’t you asleep?”

“I’m not tired.”

“Something bothering you?”

“No.”

I can see it written all over his face in glow in the dark paint. “Ah-ha. You really are a bad liar. Is it cuz your legs?”

“NO.” He turned to face away from me.

“Hey. Listen: you’re going to get it. I know you will.”

“But how come Tak could so easily? All mine do is attack me.”

“Just because she got it faster than you, that doesn’t make her better than you.”

“Zim never claimed it did.”

He’s hurt. His words and his feelings are battling against each other. Tak being able to activate her PAK legs without any difficulties was eating him alive but he would never admit it.

“Listen… Zim. It’s going to get easier. You just gotta keep at it. Small steps get you far in life.”

He shrugged, sitting up, curling into himself. “Zim wonders about that sometimes. Maybe… he isn’t meant to get it.”

There it is. “Of course you are.” I said, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. “I believe in you. You are going to find a way. You never give up. I don’t think you know how.”

He looked my way, eyes wide and glassy. SHIT. Imma make him cry!? I didn’t mean to!

“You… you do?”

Huh?

“Of course I believe in you, dummy. And I will be here every step of the way. I got you.” I said, grazing my thumb across his cheek. A smile took the place of that awful frown and his eyes lit. “Here. I got you a little something, but only if you try to get some sleep. You got a long day of training with your PAK and you need all the rest you can get. Oh, and don’t let anyone know I did this.” I said putting my finger to my lips.

I reached into a belt pocket and grabbed a wrapped hard candy. With two fingers I held it in front of him, he looked at it inquisitively. His grubby little hands reached for it and I let him grab it. He stared at it, slowly unwrapping it and Then glanced back at me. I guess he didn’t trust it.

“It’s not drugged or nuthin’. Just some sweets.”

Again, he stared at me.

“What?”

“Your accent is really weird.”

“Just eat the damn candy and shut up” I said, pushing the sweet into his mouth. He just huffed but suckled on.

“Now DON'T cause anymore problems and get some shut eye. I will see you bright n’ early.”

He just puffed his cheeks and rolled over. Think I handled that well. And maybe, hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for him.

Smiled and waved on my way out. Dunno if he saw me but it doesn’t hurt. Walked into the hallway, into dread. Leaned against the wall and slid down.

Us E.L.I.T.E.S can’t disobey orders from the Control brains but… I pray with everything I have in me that things stay like this forever. Cuz’ if i ever had my mission changed or if I had to hurt him… idunno what I would do.

Zara out

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alternativemiraculous · 4 years ago

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Tbh I'd love it if Miraculous did something similar to the Tales of Ba Sing Se episode in ATLA (or even something like Zuko alone), which was an episode containing various short stories of every character. This could let us see more bonding or characters alone.

Idk, imagine seeing Alya's regular life; dealing with the twins, talking to her big sister, cooking (I mean, her mom is a cook so I bet Alya knows something too). Or just a glimpse of her inmer thoughts —what she thinks about the world, her current life, etc. Maybe we can see her think about her current status as Rena. She's aware of the danger. What does she think? Is she sometimes afraid anything can go wrong? Maybe this motivates her to train. Or we could see her chill writing for her blog and answering fans, or explaining her routine and ways of documenting Ladybug and Chat Noir's adventures.

Maybe we could have Adrien and Nino hanging out as real friends and have Adrien help Nino similar to how Nino helps him a lot. Them just having fun as teenagers. But we could also have Carapace adventures too. He's not that used as a hero so I'd love to see him more. Maybe have him interact with the duo, with just LB, with just CN or even have him alone doing some mission. This guy is the perfect balance between those two and he's very wise so I'm sure we'd see very good conversations.

Kagami doing something that isn't Adrien or fencing would be nice too. Like, imagine her going on a walk home and thinking. Maybe she's listening to music and she suddenly finds someone, probably Marinette. Anyone but Adrien. And we get to see her process social interactions again, which I found very relatable in Ikari Gozen. Oh and I'd love to see her be conflicted because she wants to obey her mother but at the same time she has this rebellious wishes.

Alix and Chloé should be a must ahsjjdksmsmw. I'd LOVE seeing them interact. Maybe one day Chloé goes to the Art Club alone because Sabrina is busy and surprisingly, she only finds Alix, because the others went to search for something. And we just have this moment of them silently dissing each other until one starts talking about the past. It's been slightly hinted Chloé and Alix may have been friends at slme point, and they probably fell out. So I'd love some kind of comfrontation.

Maybe we could see something of Mylène? The daily things she does. Maybe her sending important things to her friends, organising manifestations, posting resources, researching... And she practising her speech abilities because she wants to inform people and be helpful. This show is only politically affiliated with ecologism so we'd probably see her daily routine caring for the planet and getting her friends into it too.

You know what I'd love? A heart-to-heart between Luka and Ivan. They must be close, and we know Ivan isn't the best at expressing his feelings with music but Luka is the total opposite. Maybe them writing music together and talking about their days or their instruments or their hobbies. Maybe Luka has some problem and Ivan is one of the only people he trusts to put down his chill, mature, front (I headcanon he tries to appear as having not many problems to better support Juleka and the people around him), and we could see Ivan advising him. What kind of adviser is Ivan?

Sabrina alone. Let's see her hobbies! Maybe she's secretly an Art Kid? We know she likes roleplaying. Maybe she likes writing too? Does she have pets? Is she a cat person? Maybe we could see her researching. She's an amazing researcher in my headcanon. What if we see she's actually investigating about Hawk Moth and secretly collaborating anonymously with Alya thru the LadyBlog? Oh and I bet Sabrina loves creating outfits, not really designing, just combining clothes. Idk she just gives me that vibe.

Max! What does Max do in his free time? He's surely gaming. Does he have gamer friends, online friends? Oh, better. Imagine him programming his own game as a personal project because he wants to test his own abilities. He going out to get inspired and walking down the streets. We could see him appreciating the world in a fun way —he probably knows a shit ton of random facts. And when he finishes his game, after testing a lot, he probably uses it to spend a fun evening with his friends too. Idk he seems like a very fun person to he around.

A short story on Kim going to a competition is something I'd love to see. He's been training a lot and he is super confident but his rivals are amazing too. Maybe he has some rival we're yet to meet? Maybe Ondine herself is not only his friend but his rival too? We could see Kim getting second and see how he reacts. Is he a bad loser, disappointed on himself or is he the supportive type who goes all "omg look at how fast you were!!!! Are you a merfolk???? Do you breath underwater???? You were so fast ahwjwkdjw"?

Juleka and Nath moments? Some time ago people loved the thought of them together but I think a friendship between them is better. They're both kind of shy (I'm thinking of Evillustrator!Nath, not Reverser!Nath tbh). What if they were each other's first friend? Maybe Nath got Juleka into modeling because he practised with her? "Jules please let me draw you I need a human" and Juleka answering y an ominous way "I'm not a human but ok", and eventually trying new clothes. Oh and we can see them talk about how they're kind of distanced right now but they still trust each other a lot and have this special connection.

Rose writing her songs. Where does she get the inspiration? Maybe we could see her in her room, a very pink room where she has an unicorn collection. Maybe she loves writing lyrical things. Does she write poemas? Rose gifting poemas to her friends would be so in character. Maybe see her writing a song about herself and her life? She is happy but we could hear her sing about her struggles (her disease, trying to help people but being unable, maybe she sometimes doubts her positivity thing and needs to give it some thought, etc but in the end she's sure she wants to make the day as bright as possible).

LILA'S DAY. WE NEED TO SEE LILA'S DAY. She's probably alone most of the day, as we've been hinted her mother is so busy. What does she do? Maybe she posts some happy, bright foto to Instagram and then we see her irl being bored as fuck. She just eats a bit and stays in her room. Does she keep track of her lies? She has to have a diary, for that I'm sure. Maybe we can see her writing in her diary? Her future plans or just her opinions on the people of her class. Does she like someone or is everyone boring to her? Maybe she sometimes feels bad about what she's doing? Please let us have sympathetic moments with Lila. Fucking Gabriel has them!!!!!

So yeah I think I covered everyone in the class + Luka and Kagami – Adrien and Marinette because they're the protagonists. I just want to see the secondary characters develop a little!!! We need to see more of them. Season 1 was fun because it showed us their individual personalities a lot.

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snifflesthemouse · 3 years ago

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Why on earth do we care about what Chris Bouzy says?

Seriously? You all must realize by now that this man is only singling out people like Yankee Wally and Taz because they are strong women who wouldn’t take it sitting down.

He isn’t going after these bot farms that spread so much hate or nonsense. He isn’t going after the same accounts that threaten ill will and harm to other Royals, either. NO… that would damage his status with the Splenda babies.

Anyone can take someone’s words out of context and make it look or sound badly for the speaker. It doesn’t take courage or brains or anything special to give into sensationalism and manipulation. He does this for attention. To get his name out there. And guess what… he is succeeding.

Various sources have claimed over the last few years that over 60% of social media accounts are either fake or paid bot accounts. Yet, we never hear about what Mr. Bouzy plans to do over these bot farms. Instead, he dedicates all his attention and energy in social media wars and climbing off of people who did nothing other than voice their own opinions.

The most dangerous thing about Bouzy is the fact he is giving life to things that aren’t real. He is trying to get the world to join this crusade of ending “hate speech”, yet he does NOTHING to stop the real hate going on. One would argue he can’t because he needs it to get richer.

A strong person… even just a person somewhat comfortable in their own skin… wouldn’t look for validation from outside sources. Like the Princess Diaries says when quoting Eleanor Roosevelt: Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.

We cannot control others’ behaviors. We can only control our own, and we can control how we react to those behaviors of others.

Shouldn’t the real message be “Give no oxygen to Hate?”

Wouldn’t an even better message be one that says we are all powerful in how we choose what affects us?

One would think either of those would be better for the masses than the message being sent now. The only message coming from Bouzy is that anyone can make bank by flipping a coin. One side of the coin is the critic. The other side of the coin is the critic of the critic. But in this case, instead of seeing criticism as such… it get’s rebranded as hate speech and racism.

There is no doubt that racism is real. There are real, legitimate racists out there. Yet, even still, there is NOTHING BEING DONE REGARDING THE BOT FARMS. Some of those bot accounts spew the most vile, racist things about non-royal topics. Yet, they are still present and growing daily.

One wonders how Bouzy has so much time to dedicate to feuds with YouTubers. One would imagine he would be battling Congress or Tech GIants over their lax user agreements. How embarassing it must be to know that people only know who you are because you have keyboard wars with Welsh women and monarchists.

And the hate speech that Bouzy so diligently polices seems to only be regarding The Sussexes. Why is that? Why hasn’t he done a report for the rest of the Royal Family? Why is the focus just on the Sussex camp?

Because I’ve looked around on social media, and it’s a dumpster fire of hate aimed at the Royal Family. HRH Duchess Camilla is a prime example of this. But this isn’t a contest of who gets more hate speech. This isn’t about playing teams, either. It was a calculated risk in siding with one over the other. Had this man opened his mind and technology to the entire Royal Family… he would have gathered way more flies with that honey.

I’d love it for him to conduct another study, but aimed at the entire Royal Family. Unbiased, fair, and accurate. But that’ll never happen. The answers are already known.

This will be my only post regarding this man. He’s leeched enough attention off of too many as it is. I will not play this game of giving him more oxygen. As hard as it is, we all must turn the other cheek. He depends on replies and responses. It keeps him relevant.

Just like many depend on the Harkles for content, he depends on critics’ content for his own cannon fodder. Why not empty the cannon? Why keep giving him what he needs to keep revenues going?

We can’t be mad at someone flipping the coin trying to make a buck in the mix. Bouzy makes money off of the same hate he claims is made from YT channels that criticize MM. It’s the same formula. What he forgets, however, is the majority of accounts use the press for their information.

Most all accounts either pull their content from news articles or tumblr pages. ALL these people do are report on things they’ve seen and give their own take or commentary on it. And while some will call it inside information or say they heard this or that from so and so… the truth is… everything can be found on a public domain. SO AGAIN, The real culprit is invisible to the Bouzy crusaders.

If most all channels get their intel from public places, and all they do is add to the content by giving their own opinions on things… wouldn’t the news article be a major part of the problem, too?

So we have the press being regurgitated by content creators on YT. Then we have Bouzy regurgitating the content creators and rebranding opinion as hate speech. What a pain in the backside for YT… But hey, at least the YT channels use news articles that can be easily found. They report on facts from the news. Bouzy reports on opinions; he gets flustered on other people's views instead of real world issues.

That coupled with 2/3 of social media accounts being fake or bots… well… we just have a man seeing a business opportunity that hasn’t yet been tapped. If the real goal was stopping the bots or the real hate speech out there, Bouzy would care less about Yankee Wally or Taz. He’d see them for what they are. People giving their views and commentary on things they see in the media.

Maybe he needs to do a SWOT analysis. Because doing so would prove the real threats. If he’s so worried about what these people on YT say, they either must be a real threat (and I just can’t buy that) or Bouzy is short sided. He probably doesn’t understand the real meaning of hate speech, though. Most people don’t.

All I am saying is that we can only rise above things like this because all they do is drag one down. If we allow people to influence our self worth or how we see the world, it is on us to fix it. Not the Bouzys of the world.

Pointing out the problem never fixes the problem. It only acknowledges it. Fixing problems takes more action than accusations provide.

On a final note, I must say this. Our world is headed down a dangerous path if we continue giving into the narrative that we are owed anything from other people. Basic human decency included.

The world is a rough, cruel place with much bigger problems than hate accounts or Meghan Markle. We all may entertain ourselves via the gossip and news, and that makes us culpable for everything that comes from it. We signed up for this when we signed into the content.

If Bouzy wants to monetize that for the other end of the spectrum, let him. But you do have the choice to remove yourself from the drama.

We all have a choice on who we give headspace. And we have a choice in playing ball. Sometimes it takes a stronger person to stay silent and not give oxygen to the fire of feuding that it does to stand and fight. Your choice is yours alone.

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iguessilovebakugou · 4 years ago

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Beautiful || {Dabi/F!Reader} --- Heathers: The Musical -- Cause I’m a stupid fuck who can’t control themselves

Me: *Doesn’t post anything for 2 years*

Also Me when Dabi is on screen at any point ever: 👁👄👁

I’m also throwing this out there because like...I highly doubt anyone still looks at my blog, so I can hide my fucking shame that I’ve been thinking of this idea on and off for almost 2 years now.

Now...spoilers under the cut because I have to explain some things...

I know they just recently announced that Dabi “died” when he was a kid. So I will have to specify that I’m aging him up to be 17, since that would just...make sense?

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“Venti salted caramel coldbrew, extra foam.”

There was a raid against villains that day. It had been the only thing anyone could talk about.

You had overheard the editors talking about it as they made their coffee. It was a good thing, right, that they were taking the fight to the bad guys? That not all hope had been lost? Most people just wanted an ounce of good news. Some confirmation that the way of things would hold strong - a nice sugar coat to swallow the hard pill. Though, it seemed like all any report worth their salt - you included - could discuss was the fall of society, what people were going to do if...or...when, rather, the heroes were yanked from their spot light and cast down in the dirt with the rest of civilization.

You weren’t a giant fan of them, considering, but you understood the necessity for someone to hold the mantle - someone who guaranteed the safety the mass populous required to keep them from falling to complete anarchy.

Your phone buzzed as a message appeared at the top, blocking the article’s title from view. Your boss, Fumihiro...again...for the 8th time since you left the office.

[INCOMING MSG] :: Where are you right now?

“Venti salted caramel cold brew, extra foam for...”

Your brows furrowed, your stance shifting from one foot to the other.

[OUTGOING MSG] :: Getting the coffee.

[OUTGOING MSG] :: Why? Want me to get you something?

Heroes. The way of things. Society.

Most people didn’t seem to care too much about it once their phones locked and it was out of their line of sight. When the terrible wasn’t in your face, it was easy to forget that everything hung on a tiny thread that was always threatening to snap. It was hard, you figured, to care about the state of the world when you were more concerned about mundane matters that were pressing in the moment. The rest of the world seems small when you have everything else to pressure you. It was easy to forget.

[INCOMING MSG] :: www.wtxz319.rdio.com/live/93901_error

[INCOMING MSG] :: u need to watch this

You wished you could forget about it. Wished that it hadn’t been looming over your head since...well...

Your thumb hovered over the link, the screen went black and a stream started loading. Some radio podcast? You read the title: ENDEVOUR TAKING ON U-A’S BEST AND BRIGHTEST?! UNLIKELY SON AND FATHER DUO?

“Venti salted caramel cold brew, extra foam!!”

Your heart leapt up into your throat as your eyes met the kid behind the counter. He paused only a moment before using his fingers to nudge your drink closer to edge.

“Oh. Sor-”

“Have a good one.”

You locked your phone as you shoved it into your back pocket, grabbed your drink and made a beeline towards the door. The streets were busy, given the hour. You had just enough time to get back to the office and finish your article on before the evening - just enough time for an editor to look it over, to do some quick fixes and-

You phone buzzed again, and Fumihiro’s face once again flashed on the screen.

[INCOMING MSG] :: Did you see it?

[INCOMING MSG] :: We need to be the first people on this. I don’t care about what else you were working on. This is more important.

You stopped at the crosswalk, staring at your phone and ignoring the woman who had to move around you with a huff. But...you were so close to getting to the meat of what the Safety Commission was hiding. You were so close getting to the heart of it all and, maybe - just maybe - throwing away some of the uncertainty that was hanging over everyone’s head after All Might’s retirement.

After the weeks you spent staking out police stations, hounding hero agencies, digging through dumpsters for any shred of proof the Pros and Police were hiding something - the favors you had to call in for breadcrumbs and scraps alone?! And just like that, he wanted you to drop it all? For what? Some stupid radio show speculation?

You didn’t hesitate to hit the phone icon in the upper corner, stomping towards the intersection.

“Hey-” You cut Fumi before he could even finish your name.

“What do you mean ‘drop the article’? Do you know-”

“I don’t care! This is bigger!!”

“What’s bigger than-”

“Did you even watch the link I sent you? Every station across Japan is getting hacked and it’s been playing on loop for a few minutes now on a few stations. It’s slowly moving to others now.”

“Fumi what the hell are you talking about!?”

“I, TOUYA TODOROKI, WAS BORN THE ELDEST SON OF ENDEVOUR.”

It...was hard to think for a moment. Like a memory, reaching up from the dirt to grab you, to finally take you down to hell.

That voice.

It felt like he was right in your ear, in your head. It had been so long since he had done it to you, since he...no...not him. He was dead. His father confirmed it. You confirmed it. You knew he was gone and there was no bringing him back and -

“I’VE KILLED OVER 30 INNOCENT PEOPLE UNTIL NOW.”

No. No, no no no no it wasn’t in your head - because if it had been, the sound of blood pounding in your ears wouldn’t be able to mask it so well. You froze, your hands shaking as your breath caught in your throat. It couldn’t be him. I couldn’t, it couldn’t...

“You need to get back to the office - I want you on this. I already have a copy of it in case you can’t screen capture it -”

“I WOULD LIKE TO LET EVERYONE KNOW WHY I’D END UP COMMITING SUCH A HIDEOUS ACT.”

Because you’re a fucking monster.

Someone next to you stopped and looked up. Then another and then another. You knew what they were looking at. Who they were looking at. And still, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up. You couldn’t do it - not again. Not now. Not after so many years of him being dead and buried where he deserved to be.

But he always had a hold on you. Something that drew you to him. And so...you looked up.

And as your phone and drink clattered to your feet, you felt the world stop.

“...Touya?”

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September 1st, 20xx

Dear Diary - I believe I’m a good person. You know? Like, I believe there’s good in everyone. But um...here we are! First day of our Senior Year and I look around at the kids I’ve known for so long and I can’t help but think to myself - what happened?

You hadn’t really wanted to be friends with the Nori’s. Not really. They were stuck up snobs who made everyone below them miserable. But there was a power to them that everyone respected. You had been taught that knowledge held power. And the Nori’s had power because everyone knew if you double crossed them, your life would be a living fucking hell.

“Ah, Nori and Nori.”

You grimaced into your knees as Nori Ueda vomited for a third time since you had been hiding out in the bathroom. The teacher paused before sighing. “And Nori. Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell? You’re late for class.”

“Nori’s sick! We’re helping her.”

You had given the low price of just sitting at their lunch table - once, no talking would be necessary - in the hopes people would leave you alone. It was a simple fact of life: Where there are teenagers, there are winners and there are losers. And you had spent the majority of your High School career on the low end of the totem pole. You were so low, in fact, it seemed talking to you was all but taboo. Anything other than bullying, shoving into lockers, or calling out unfortunate break outs was strictly forbidden by anyone not wanting to suffer the same fate.

But the Nori’s? Solid Teflon: never bothered. Never harassed like you had been. They had a mystique, a pull, a confidence that couldn’t be matched. And you would have killed to be like them.

Perhaps that why you reached into backpack and yanked out the pad of hall pass papers.

You opened the stall door and slipped out, making your wave over to the group. Nori Ueda wiped her mouth. Nori Makino was leaning against the bathroom counter, focusing on making sure her bright red lipstick was perfectly placed. And Nori Kaneko? She was staring down the teacher, hands on her hips, completely equal and completely ready to start a fight.

The teacher laughed, so sure and so pleased that she had been the one to stumble upon the trio in the bathroom. “Not without a hall pass, you’re not. A week’s detention.”

“Uh...ma’am.” Your voice trembled out and reverberated off the tiled wall. It had been louder than you originally intended. Everyone turned quickly to you, only for their attention to be immediately drawn to your outstretched hand you held. “All of us are out on a hall pass...yearbook committee.”

She snatched it from you. For a moment, she simply glanced back between you, the paper, then the Nori’s, then back. After a heavy moment, she nodded. “It looks like you’re all listed.”

Nori Kaneko took it from the teacher, looking it over herself. You tried not to make eye contact as she looked at you. You instead focused on the teacher as she made her way towards the bathroom door. “Hurry up and get where you’re going.”

You heaved a sigh of relief.

“This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?”

You stuttered your name, shrinking under her sharp gaze. “I uh...I crave a boon.”

“What boon?” You weren’t sure if she was simply aggravated you had dared do more than answer the questions she asked or if the annoyance was just a constant manner of speaking for her.

You could forge anything thanks to your quirk - Copy. All you had to do was see someone or something once or twice, focus on it as best as you could and like that, you could be that person. From their mannerisms, their voice, to their penmanship. Its why you stole the pad of hall passes, to skip class whenever you wanted, to have an excuse to be hiding out in the bathroom.

It had worked...sometimes...

You stuttered out your name. You could see the two Nori’s snicker in the background. They had no clue who you were. It was...somewhat insulting. Their “friends” had done their best to make your life a living hell and yet you had flown under their radar.

Your eyes darted between the three of them. Nori Kaneko stared down at you, foot tapping and arms crossed as she took you in. You couldn’t help but feel like a prey animal, stuck in the line of sight of the Apex Predator.

But your mama didn’t raise no quitter. You swallowed and stood up just a bit straighter. “Let me sit with you at lunch, once. No talking necessary. If...I mean, if people think you guys tolerate me, they might leave me alone.”

The laughter was instantaneous. Kaneko looked back to the other two, her laugh light and condescending. The audacity, it said. The gall of you to ask to sit with them, of all people. “Before you answer, I also do permission slips, report cards, and absent notes.”

“What about prescriptions?”

“Shut up, Nori.”

“Sorry, Nori.” Ueda immediately slunk back to the shadows, gaze downcast.

Kaneka stepped forward and you thought for a moment she was going to shove you onto the floor. You braced your feet, mentally preparing yourself for the force of her push...but it never came. She was in front of you for a moment, and then the next, she was at your side. She hummed under her breath and you could feel her eyes trail over your body. Your school uniform a size too big, the bulky cardigan you had worn over it, the scuffed shoes and year old skirt. Your hair was a mess, your face was bare, and you could hear the sound of your knees knocking together in fear.

“For a greasy little nobody,” She started, reaching out a smooth hand and brushing some of your hair back and out of your eyes. “You do have good bone structure.”

Nori Makino perked up, coming over to take a look at you. She took your face in your hand, causing you to tense and try to pull away. For a girl bordering 90 pounds soaking wet, her grip was rather strong. “And a symmetrical face.”

“A...huh?”

“If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I would have matching halves.” She looked back at you, nodding. “That’s very important.”

“Of course,” Ueda added, glaring at you from over Kaneka’s shoulder. “You could stand to lose a few pounds.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to gain some sense of control over the conversation - but like everything, Kaneko had the power. She gripped your shoulders and turned you towards the mirror. You tensed, feeling her arm wrapped around your shoulders. You watched as she tilted her head this way and that before...smirking. “You know...this might be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss and we might have something.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding once she moved away. “I’ll need some blush, Nori, get your brush.”

You were frozen, watching as each item was brought out and laid on the bathroom counter. A new jacket, skirt, perfume, a pallet of...color? You gripped your bag, trying to figure out what on earth was going on.

“Take that thing off - it smells.”

The...thing? You saw the Nori’s staring at you, waiting for you to comply. You glanced down at your cardigan, pausing only a moment to sniff the sleeve. It...wait, did it smell? Would they lie to you? You fumbled with the buttons, sliding it off your shoulders. Makino snatched it out of your hands and before you knew it, it was tossed in the garbage.

“Now, let’s make her beautiful.”

In that moment, you understood what was happening. As Kaneko stepped forward, the smirk on her face, she watched you. This...was an invitation. Into their group. Into the inner sanctum of popularity and the safety it brought. No more bullies, no more humiliation, no more terror.

“Okay?”

“Okay!”

They don’t tell you that being popular is more hell than it’s worth.

You wouldn’t say you and the Nori’s were...friends. It felt more professional than anything else. You had a strict uniform you had to stick to - above what the school required. Any accessory had to be approved by the trio. All meals had to be approved by Ueda - needless to say, the packed lunches your mother made every morning every morning included with a handwritten note never seemed to make the cut. The make up you did every morning never was good enough.

They had high standards, more inline with a sort of...job than actual friendship. In fact, over the past few weeks, it had been hard to tell if the three Nori’s were even friends to begin with. There was definitely a power struggle between Kaneko - the obvious leader - and Ueda - who tried to exert her dominance every chance she could but was shot down by Kaneko. Moniko was harder to figure out, more happy to follow than to lead. She was...nicer than the other two, though you weren’t entirely sure if it was simply because she didn’t want the drama or if she just...simply didn’t understand that what she said held weight beyond being...noises in the air.

Dear Diary - It just seems like our job is being...popular and shit.

“There you are!”

When Kaneko wasn’t around Ueda was hardly as docile. It was hard to tell she had thorns at all when she was standing next to the Cactus that was the head Nori. But any chance she got, she made sure to inform you in less subtle ways that you weren’t welcome among the three of them.

Which was obvious. Your name wasn’t Nori.

You jumped as Ueda’s hand slammed your book shut on your fingers. “Nori wants you in the caf - now.”

Moniko hardly offered you a glance as you flexed the pain from your joints. “Is that so? What for?”

Ueda snorted, “I don’t know. She just said to get your ass there...now.”

You normally punched out for lunch. You sighed, pushing yourself away from your desk and standing up. “How very.”

If the two Nori’s heard your remark, they didn’t say anything. Nor did they relay it to Nori Kaneko when the three of you had reached the cafe.

The Nori table was the nicest table in the entire cafeteria. With the perfect white table cloths, centered exactly in the middle of the room, other kids from the “popular groups” would migrate around it like a port. They would stay for the entire period or would flit about from table to table. And at it’s head, sat Nori Kaneko. She sat with her legs crossed, talking to another student who’s name you couldn’t quite place. You always thought you had been good with names. Turns out, you just didn’t know many people.

“Ah, you’re finally here. Took you long enough.”

When Kaneko had offered the make over and...”admission” into the popular crowd, you had thought maybe you pegged her wrong. Maybe she was just a normal kid, wrapped up in the politics of High School. It didn’t take long for you to realize she was still the same mythic bitch you had thought she had been - you just did things for her now.

“I need you to forge a note - in Souta Ishii’s handwriting.” With a snap of her fingers, the boy she had been talking to reached into his pocket and yanked out a few folded up pieces of paper. You didn’t need to open them to know what they were. But when you did, you couldn’t find yourself surprised at the fact Souta was barely passing most of his classes.

“You’ll need something to write on. Bend over, Nori.”

One day, it would stop shocking you how quickly Ueda would act to Kaneko’s command. You paused, looking to your superior for a moment. “Uh...I could just-”

“You’re not sitting with us.” She answer simply.

“...right.” You took the paper and pen offered by Moniko. You flexed your digits, feeling the flutter under your skin. “What do you want it to say?”

“‘Hey baby girl, I’ve been watching you and thinking about us in the good old days. I hope you can come to my party this weekend. We can talk about us. Love, Souta.’“ She leaned over, watching your hand glide over the paper in barely legible chicken scratch. “Put an XO after the ‘Souta’ too.”

It was gone the second the O was done. She looked over the note again. “Perfect.”

There was a glint in her eye that didn’t...settle well with you. With your quirk, you noticed certain...things about people. Little ticks and tells that everyone has. Ueda scrunched her nose when she didn’t like something - like everyone. Moniko would fidget with her hands when she was nervous - like everyone. And Kaneko would get a little sparkle in her eyes when she was about to ruin someone’s life.

With each fold of the paper, you stomach dropped closer and closer to your feet. “What’s that for, anyway?”

You never really questioned why she did half of what she did. It wasn’t like you could do anything to stop it. “You know how Souta used to hang out with Arisu Nomaru?”

Of course you did. You considered Arisu a friend - a good one. She was the really only nice person at this school. Of course, hanging out with the Nori’s meant that quality time with Arisu was...well, all but non existent at that point. But she assured you, through texts, that everything was fine. It was exciting! That maybe, she could join you and the Nori’s for lunch one day. It wasn’t possible, of course. You never even bothered to broach the subject to the three. Arisu was never going to be in the popular crowd and would be stuck watching them from a distance.

The only other constant in Arisu’s life - aside from her kindness and her exile from popularity - was the undying love she had for Souta Ishii. Ever since...

“We all hung out with Arisu. In kindergarten.”

Kaneko scoffed, looking up at you from under perfect lashes. “Well, we didn’t all kiss her on the soccer field.”

You had to fight your body’s desire to snatch the paper out of Nori’s hand.

Monika gagged next to you. “Oh my god! I forgot Souta kissed Arisu Nomaru. It was disgusting!!”

It took everything you had not to hit her. She met your glare with cool indifference, adding a laugh for good measure.

“Souta! Just the man I wanted to see!”

Souta was a...handsome man to say the least. You didn’t blame Arisu for having the crush she had on him, not by any means. But what he had in looks, he lacked in anything worthy of personality - aside from just being a huge dick. And where there was a Souta there was Jun Goto. His best friend. He was the smartest one out of his group of friends.

Which amounted as much as being the tallest dwarf, but hey - credit where credit was due. They were both smart enough to know to come when a Nori called you - no questions asked. And in a flash, the two pulled themselves up and made a beeline for the table - not after giggling to themselves first.

“Be a sweetie and give this note to Arisu Nomaru for me.”

Dread immediately filled your stomach. “What? No!”

“What the hell are you talking to Arisu for?” Jun demanded, reaching for the note.

“Don’t read it! She was having a heavy flow, and wanted some advice from Gyno.”

“That’s fucking disgusting!” You would have thought the boy had been burned with the way he flicked the paper onto the table, back away and retreat to the table he had come from.

“Yeah, I’ll take that.” You snatched the note up, gripping it tightly in your hand.

It had been a while since anyone had stared at you with such venom. If looks could kill, Kaneko would have you dead to rights. Her eyes darkened as she glared at you, hands slowly moving to her hips.

But you weren’t going to allow yourself to back down. Not over this. This was too much. “Arisu has had a crush on Souta for 13 years. This...” You waved the note. “This would kill her.”

It was quiet for a moment - and in that moment, you realized you made the biggest mistake of your fucking life. Nori smiled, stepping forward with a soft chuckle. “I didn’t realize we had a problem.”

“We’re not but-”

“Are we going to have a problem?”

You faltered for a moment.

“No, I just-”

“So you have a bone to pick.”

“No, Nori I just think you’re bigger than-”

“You know, when I dragged you out of the dredges of inferiority, I was shocked how far you would go.”

Before you knew it, she had succeeded in pushing you down onto the bench. Your elbow slammed into the top, causing you to cry out. Immediately, all eyes were on you. “So you wanna tell me, why now, are you pulling on my dick?”

“Nori! I’m not trying to argue with you! Just doing this-”

“I know!” She snatched the note from your hands. “It will ruin her. That’s the fucking point.” She offered the note to Ueda, who happily took it. You watched helplessly as she skipped back over to Souta. While he didn’t seem too pleased to be the one to deliver the note, he begrudgingly got up from his spot and headed to the corner of the cafeteria.

"You still have a lot to learn about how things work around here." You swallowed, digging your nails into the palm of you hand. "This whole school is my own personal candy store. I do what I want, when I want."

You watched as he slammed a fist on the table, causing Arisu to jump. She froze, stuttered, and then almost dropped the note when he tossed it to her. Your heart hammered - maybe if you got there fast enough, you could stop her from reading it. You could distract her and -

You were forced back down in your spot and perfectly manicured nails dug into your skin. “You got a good thing going here,” Kaneko stated, very matter of factly. “You could join the team, or you could bitch and moan.” You winced when her nails dug deeper into your skin. “But if you test me one more time, you will end up just. Like. Her."

Ueda grinned, an ugly, spiteful thing. "Welcome to our Candy-"

"Shut up, Nori!" All three of you flinched as your leader stood. Fixing her skirt, she offered you a sweet smile that made your stomach roll. "We'll see you after school."

They left you in that spot for a long time, staring at your hands. It wasn’t until you felt a tap on your shoulder that you finally looked up. And there above you was Arisu. She grinned and offered you the note. “Look! Look what Souta wrote me! He invited me to his party this weekend.”

You stared at the paper, then back up at her. You tried to smile - though it didn’t look like she noticed. “This proves he’s been thinking about me!”

She...seemed happy. And you knew in this school that happiness was hard to come by. Especially with people like Nori’s. You opened your mouth, before closing it again. You stared at that letter, at the handwriting that perfectly matched the papers left on the table. You could tell her, warn her it was a prank. Just...break her heart and tell her Souta wanted nothing to do with her.

“...color me stoked!” You grinned.

You were happy when she left. With a heavy sigh, you buried your face in your hands and ignored the bell above your head. You listened to the shuffling of your peers as they made their way towards the doors.

What the hell were you doing? What the fuck did you just do? Arisu had always been a good friend to you and you threw her under the bus? For what? Popularity? Safety?

“You shouldn’t have bowed down to those dogs. They’ll eat that girl alive.”

You had grown used to most voices, labeling them by people who was more likely to hit you or simply ignore your presence entirely.

But his voice? You had never heard that voice before. It was pleasant in it’s own way - low, guttural, and deceptively indifferent to the advice he was giving you. You sat up, turning to look over your shoulder. Your eyes trailed up to stark white hair. Bright blue eyes stared down at you, hands in his pockets. Your breath caught in your chest and your mind scrambled for a response. “I’m...I’m sorry, what?”

He watched you for a moment. Sizing you up. “Look,” He continued, “You clearly have a soul. You just need to work a little harder to keep it clean.” With a final shrug, he turned on his heel and made his way for the door. "We're all marked for evil."

Did...did he just...quote at you? It took you a moment for your mind to catch up to what he said. “Okay, don’t just quote Baudelaire at me and walk away. Excuse me?”

You scrambled to your feet. He stopped and turned to look at you. He didn’t move to say anything else however, leaving you in charge of continuing the conversation. You looked him over, took in his long, lanky form, the mess of white hair, they...very pretty eyes. You cleared your throat and motioned to him. “I...uh...I didn’t catch your name.”

He waited a moment before shrugging. “That’s cause I didn’t throw it.”

You watched him turn back around and make his way towards the door, mouth hanging down to your chest. It didn’t take long for you to realize how hot your cheeks were burning, how fast your heart was racing. You couldn’t help as your lips broke out into a smile.

You swore he stole another gaze at you him slip out into the hall.

So yeah. I’ll edit this later. Promise.

How did everyone enjoy their holiday season?

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