#this isn't negativity or anything it's more just thinking

[drdemonprince]

if sex is no big deal and just a normal thing like having dinner with someone, how do you square that with the belief that children can't consent to sex? Like idk this whole thing of "sex is a normal act like any other and we shouldn't treat it differently" makes me soo uncomfortable because i feel like it's really obviously not in a lot of situations? Otherwise what's the difference between being told by my boss to have lunch with one of our prospective clients being told by my boss to blow one of our prospective clients? :/

let's take your dinner example to its logical conclusion, because you are on to something here, but I don't think quite in the way that you think.

children are forced to eat food that they this really dislike (due to sensory issues, allergies, or just run of the mill unfamiliarity) quite regularly by their caregivers. they are also sometimes denied the right to eat because they didn't behave the way their caretakers liked, and sent to bed hungry, or barred from eating food that they can handle, and instead left to go hungry because they won't eat food they can't handle.

treatment like this causes a lot of food issues and trauma to children. It exacerbates eating disorders and erodes a child's sense of their own body autonomy. It can also cause children to have nutritional issues and a scarcity mentality around food that can be really damaging to them.

similarly, people are forced to share meals with people who they are viscerally uncomfortable around all the time too, often to extreme negative effects. employees are forced to sit down with clients who debase them or harass them. Young people in particular are forced into sharing tables with relatives who have crossed their boundaries, insulted them, abused them, bullied them, and whom they want nothing to do with. people in recovery from eating disorders are surrounded by co-workers, family members, or friends at meal times who speak about calories and weight loss and comment on their own bodies and other people's bodies in incredibly invasive and triggering ways that often make them feel way worse, and make taking care of their own bodies far more difficult.

when a powerful institution wants to exert control over other people, they also often do so using food. prisoners are given almost no control over the kind of food they eat, and are often given very low quality food that is in a disgusting condition, or that violates their own nutritional requirements or religious beliefs. patients in hospitals and in mental institutions are also subjected to such treatment, and people in poverty are expected to eat anything that they are given without complaint. It is an extension of their dehumanization to control and limit the kinds of food they're allowed to access, and how and when they are permitted to eat.

each of these experiences surrounding food can be incredibly violating and harmful. food is quite frequently a tool of control and abuse. yet it is not because there is some magical quality to food or to dinners that make them uniquely fraught with the potential for trauma. these experiences are traumatic because they involve a violation of a person's body autonomy, and a lack of social power.

sex isn't any different from dinner. we just have a series of cultural beliefs surrounding it that make the pressure involving sex something that's both a lot more acknowledged, and mostly encountered in the private realm.

Sex is treated as an almost magical thing, at once both sinister and sacrosanct, and so people are primed to see the potential for harm in it, and it is frequently used as a tool for harming people because it is so loaded, but that doesn't mean there aren't abuses involving every other mundane human activity that we simply are conditioned to ignore because doing so is so normal.

People's body autonomy surrounding food is violated traumatically all the fucking time. unfortunately because we consider dinner to be a neutral activity and sex to be this incredibly fraught and almost magical one, we ignore the massive amounts of coercion, pressure, and violation surrounding food.

your boss shouldn't be able to force you to get dinner with someone. and people are uncomfortable with discussions about body autonomy that neutralize sex, because it forces them to confront how little freedom we actually have in every facet of our lives.

[midnight-fox-boy]

To preface: I hope this isn't taken wrong as I'm not the best at explaining how I feel or my thought process, please don't take anything I say as accusatory or anything.

I think privilege is a nuanced issue. (Going off of gender stuff alone here and not taking into account intersectionality ofc). I think that the way the world, the law, and specific situations perceive you can very much impact what we may consider "privileged".

A trans man that fully "passes" like a cis man probably won't have to worry as much in the supermarket or at work, assuming they didn't transition at that job compared to a trans woman, whether she "passes" or not because of the dangers from being perceived as a woman, OR being clocked.

But in terms of laws, any anti-trans laws like what's going on right now in the US will pretty much effect us all equally. If it goes their way all of us would have our Agab listed on identification and we'll be forced to use the restrooms associated with our Agab.

In intimate/romantic settings there's risks for all of us, too. If someone finds out you're trans it can always go bad.

Something I think all binary or binary presentating trans people who are going stealth have in common is that underlying anxiety around what may happen if people find out they're trans. We can argue about privilege all day but the moment you're outed, so much social privilege can be lost in an instance. If you can't uproot your life and start over somewhere else. The fears involved in being found out can be horrifying. It can like less of a privilege when you have that looming over your head, regardless of how true or not true said privilege is.

Even outside of all of this, there really is different fears and issues involved for different trans people, you know? Like transmascs have different issues with medical care than transfems do. And to be clear, that's not me saying that one is worse than the other, just different.

I'm a trans guy, my partner is a mostly closeted nonbinary person who definitely leans transfem. Ive been on hormones for a long time, they are not on hormones yet. I worry less about myself at a store than them. They get more insults, more stares. Even though they just present as they always have, even when they don't feel bothered to shave, it's like people just know and see things they associate too much with femininity. Long hair, leather jackets with flowers on them, a generally slim more androgynous build, etc.

I'm usually gendered correctly, even if that means people think I'm 12 instead of 24. I understand that I'm less likely to be clocked as trans than them. But in terms of physically being able to defend ourselves? I'm 5ft, I don't have a lot of strength, I have arthritis, chronic pain. Most cis men could easily overpower me. My partner is slim, but surprisingly strong for their weight and much taller than me. They could put up a much better fight.

I worry more about myself at night because I'm small. Not necessarily because people might think I'm a woman, but because I literally look like a child to most people. I would feel super anxious if they tried to use the women's restroom when I've personally never experienced anything negative using the men's restroom since I was 15 and pre-T.

And then when we're together we're pretty much on equal terms lol. Because then things shift to homophobia (or tbh people thinking they're a creep).

Basically this isn't to disagree, my point is that I wish people took more time to analyze things in a way that isn't so "this or that". Things are more nuanced and complicated than "trans men have privilege over trans women". I wish we could all just celebrate our similarities and differences and stand up for each other when we need it. We all deal with social isolation, bigotry, and a lot off bullshit overall.

And if we were to view privilege as like this general overarching thing without specific circumstances or nuances, then I do believe everything kind of just evens out into this "similar and different".

if you legitimately believe that any trans identity has privilege over another there is genuinely something wrong with you and you need to go outside

[qiu-yan]

avoidance

if i had been in jiang cheng's position immediately after the fall of lotus pier, i probably would not have tried to strangle wei wuxian.

i don't like dealing with negative emotions, so instead i'd probably say some bullshit like "whaaat? no, it's not your fault and i don't blame you at all, so don't worry about it," and then just put all my energy towards trying to survive. except i would blame wei wuxian. i would very much blame him, from the depths of my soul. even if i tried my hardest to convince myself not to blame him, that i should not blame him, that i do not want to blame him - nonetheless, my subconscious would remain convinced that, were it not for him, my family and everyone i grew up with would still be alive.

and, because of that resentment, i would begin to pull away from him.

i would not save wei wuxian from that wen patrol. even if i did love that deeply, my resentment would still blunt my reaction time and i would not be able to act in time. for the sake of convenience, let's say that wen ning rescues wei wuxian from lotus pier anyways. wei wuxian lives. what happens then? on one hand, i still resent him for causing the deaths of all my family; on the other hand, though, now i also feel guilty for allowing him to be captured and tortured simply because i would not die in his place. how do i deal with these complicated emotions - these unsightly, ugly emotions? i don't. i bury them and pretend they don't exist, because running away from difficult feelings is how i've always lived my life - i run away from him, because whenever i see him, this twinned of resentment and guilt rear their ugly heads again.

thus, because of my emotional unavailability, the relationship tanks. maybe wei wuxian gets his core melted, somehow picks up demonic cultivation anyways, and is thus pulling away from me as well; maybe the avoidance comes from both ends. and if wei wuxian instead notices that something is wrong and starts pestering me about what's wrong - well, i have full faith in my ability to deflect. i am long-practiced in diverting the focus of a conversation specifically to imply that the other party's concern isn't welcome.

thus, by the time the sunshot campaign ends, our relationship would have severely deteriorated. and then, because of this, i would take wei wuxian leaving our sect to protect the wen remnants as the actual end of our bond. unlike jiang cheng, i would not even argue against wei wuxian's leaving, nor say things as sentimental as "if you insist on protecting them, then i cannot protect you" - instead, i'd simply write off our relationship as doomed and sever it peacefully.

after all, he owes me nothing. i am entitled to neither his labor nor his presence. if he wishes to leave, then he is free to go; if he wishes to no longer be family, the i will no longer think of him as so. in fact, the less familiarly i think of him, the better: it is at once much easier and much more comfortable for me to believe, in a post-hoc sense, that someone who has left me actually never wanted to be with me to begin with, and i therefore have not lost anything of value at all. and this loss would not hurt me as much as it hurt jiang cheng in canon. after all, i, unlike jiang cheng, am a veteran at avoiding all thought on topics that distress me; instead, i'd soon find something new and exciting with which to distract myself.

i would not visit wei wuxian in the burial mounds. if jiang yanli insisted on seeing him, perhaps i would accompany her there, but i would not make any conversation with him myself beyond what is absolutely necessary. i would consider the death of jin zixuan unforgivable. i would consider the death of jiang yanli unforgivable. but perhaps i would not feel as wretchedly betrayed as jiang cheng does in canon: after all, i in this scenario, unlike jiang cheng, have already given up on wei wuxian a long time ago.

i would probably lead the first siege of the burial mounds. i would not hold the same level of animosity against the wens as jiang cheng does in canon - in general, while i can hold onto subconscious resentment for a long time, actively clinging onto seething hatred for extended periods of time is difficult for me. perhaps i'd even speak up more for the wen remnants, out of purely some abstract moral concern for the wellbeing of POWs; however, i'd stand down the moment any of said speech put my own people in danger. perhaps i'd lead the first siege of the burial mounds because it is expected of me. or perhaps i'd genuinely want the man who hurt my sister to die.

either way, if i then encountered wei wuxian in the burial mounds battlefield, i would actually kill him. it would be easy for me to do so.

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as you might have guessed, the "i" in this passage is not actually me (yanyan) from real life. if it were Me In Real Life in jiang cheng's position i would probably just die.

instead, the "i" in thjis passage is a different MDZS character. prize for you (bragging rights) if you can guess who it is!!!!!

[danwhobrowses]

My dear Callowmoores, I need to talk to you about the finale again

So spoilers below the cut

I understand that we're reacting freshly to the finale in a more sad light, but I also think we shouldn't fall into despair.

Yes, it does suck that every other ship - including Dariax and Deni$e - got some degree of realisation in this episode while ours got a vague one, we have lived in vague for so long and given it's the finale it did feel that we of all the ships - not involving a Champion of Ravens and a Voice of the Tempest - were due something solid. And believe me, as much as I loved that Ashton cared so much for Fearne that they wanted her to make sure that travelling with them was what she wanted a big part of me also just wished they just said yes, or it was at least confirmed that she joined them as a couple in their epilogue talks.

I won't begrudge those reactions because I feel it too, but I also think we can't let it overshadow the stuff we did get, because we're letting the unknown take precedent over the known. Ashton told Fearne how much they loved her, and we can't understate just how important it was for Fearne to be the one to initiate the question rather than being offered, it shows that those feelings are still clearly in there and want to be realised.

Much of the despairing also seems focused on Ashton's epilogue, particularly that one day they 'never come back', but the context and details of that are also vague. For all we know that means they did find a place, or went somewhere beyond this plane, or simply went off the radar - something Nana Mori was suggested to be able to do for Braius regarding Asmodeus, and since Fearne is learning her Nana's craft she too would be capable of it in time. It's also not to say that Ashton went alone, Tal did say that they often would bring the Hells along, it's also not clear where this was in time - how long does a titan vessel live for? I was always under the headcanon that they were timeless, like elves in LOTR, so it could be centuries down the line for all we know. Finally we also have to point out that epilogues can change, remember when Caleb and Essek would divorce due to the aging thing? That got retconned.

It's just, it saddens me that we're upset, it saddens me that even with about 9 hours of content we didn't get something conclusive, and it saddens me that we will have to wait until March for answers we hope are positive in the wrap-up party and not more patented vagueness like we've gotten from prior 4SDs. But I don't want to despair; this isn't a nail in a coffin, this isn't a stake to the heart, or an iceberg at sea, this episode didn't say or do anything negatively about the ship: the unknown is unclear for sure but we know these two love each other

And there's still the hope and belief that Tal and Ashley will vindicate it.

[kaybug88]

ʚ♡ɞ・"WHAT'S UP DANGER?" 0.2・ʚ♡ɞ

One Week Later...

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"(Y/N) (L/N)! Turn that music down, please!" Your mother calls from downstairs. You know you're blaring music louder than you typically do, but to be fair, you still haven't received your letter and it's eating at very soul to an absurd level. You begrudgingly turn it down to an acceptable level as your mom yells a quick thanks. You're beyond  stressed. Sure, you absolutely kicked ass  in the exam, and you know  you'll get in, but what if it just... isn't enough? You shake away the negative thoughts while letting out a heavy sigh.

You're not even doing anything besides laying in bed while scrolling on social media. Letting out an annoyed groan and tossing your phone somewhere on the bed as your hands run through your hair, you glance to your window and see Gumi, a stray cat that lives near you pawing at the window from a small ledge you keep for the little guy. "Gumi, it's been a minute, bud." You mumble to yourself while getting out of your bed and stepping over to the window, a soft smile gracing your lips as he mews at you to pet him. You comply and begin to pet his black fur. He's really the cutest cat you think you've ever seen, and can't count the amount of times you've asked your mom to just adopt him already. Nor can you count the amount if times he's comforted you in your short time back in Japan.

Your smile grows as he lets out low purrs of happiness, his big yellow eyes closing while he meows at you again. "Does that feel nice? Hmm?"You ask the little black cat in a bit of a higher pitch voice as if that'll make him understand you. You chuckle to yourself while you turn your gaze to the moon. It's peeking out from behind a cloud almost as if it's shy, the moon's light makes the clouds seem translucent and the stars sparkling above the neighborhood only adds to the atmosphere.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) (L/N)! Come downstairs, something came for you in the mail!" You hear your mom yell from downstairs. Now it could  be your acceptance letter into UA, or it might be something from your friends back in the US, who you still haven't heard from besides the occasional Instagram reel and text. "Sya, Gumi. I'll see you later, yeah?"  You tell the little black cat, pressing a soft kiss to his head before he bounds off to wherever he came from. Sighing, you close your window, walk to your door, and out into the hallway to see your eager mom basically jumping with joy.

"What?" You ask with a raised brow before you notice the UA symbol on the red stamp. "Okay, this definitely isn't from a friend."  You think to yourself before carefully taking it from your mom's hands. You feel your breath catch in your throat, because there's always the slight chance you don't pass, but you scored at least 50 points from absolutely wrecking those bots.

"Well, open it! I want to see if my baby got in!" Your mom squeals with excitement as you walk towards the living room. You roll your eyes with a smile at her excitement. "Oh forget the 'if', I absolutely got in. No doubt about it."  You correct cockily while she sighs from behind you. Upon sitting on the soft black couch, you tear open the white paper, and tip it upside down with a little disk falling from it. "What the fuck?" You mumble to yourself as you move the disk in front of you. "Language, young lady!" Your mom says with a small smack to your arm, her green eyes narrowing, and you roll your eyes in response. Now, the last thing you expect is to see the  All Might appear in a hologram from the small disk.

"Hello, I am here in the form of a projector! The truth is, I didn't just come to the city to fight crime, no! You're looking at the newest UA faculty member!" He booms, and by the time he's finished, music begins to play. "Isn't he, i don't know, a little old to be a pro hero and  a teacher?" You ask mostly to yourself, but your mom hears you, and hits your arm once more. "What?! He's like- 50!" You say, rubbing the spot where she hit you. "Be respectful! He's going to be your teacher!" She hisses before the hologram begins speaking once more.

"You successfully passed the written test with flying colors, and I'm also happy to inform you that you demolished the practical exam! However, not only did you do amazing in the combat portion, there were points for saving people! (Y/N) (L/N) You were given 57 combat points and 18 rescue points! You've passed the combat exam, welcome, (L/N), you're now part of the Hero Academia!" All Might goes on to say, leaving your mom in tears of joy, hugging your side and pressing kisses to your cheek. In all reality, you had no idea there would be rescue points, putting you in 2nd place- just below Katsuki Bakugo. "Holy Shit... Katsuki's going to UA? Pfft, of course he is, especially with a quirk like his."  You think to yourself all while your mom is congratulating you while hugging your side.

"Oh, my baby! You scored 2nd place! I'm so, so proud of you!" Your mom exclaims through tears, hell, even you're a little surprised that you got 2nd place. You lightly scoff, before putting the disk back into the envelope and taking it up to your room once you pried your mom off you.

ʚ♡ɞ Next morning...

"Are you sure you've got everything you need?" Your mom asks for the tenth time within like five minutes. "Yes, Ma, I'm all set, I promise. It's not like I'm traveling to another country all by myself, I'm going to a high-school with teachers and other students." You explain with a sigh while throwing your backpack on. You reach down to readjust your skirt and turn to see your mom holding back tears and covering her little sniffles. Her black hair in a messy bun rather than her usual braid.

"Ma..." You say with a small frown and turning around to make sure she's actually okay, despite her saying she is. "I'm just so, so proud of you, I can't put it into words. Be safe out there, alright? And if training to be a hero becomes too much, I wouldn't be angry at all." She asks says fanning her eyes with a sad laugh. "Yeah, Ma, I'll be safe, I promise. I love you." You say before reaching down to give her one last hug, you feel a small lump in your throat begin to form, and the last thing you want is to show up to the first day of school with makeup running down your face. You shake away her last comment as a last attempt to get you to stay home, and glance at your phone to check the time.

"Alright, I really have to go, I don't want to be late." You explain while pulling away from the hug while you get a knowing look from your mom. "We both know that you're just going to swing your way there." She chuckles, you shrug your shoulders with a smile on your lips before turning outside the door and into the sun shining down onto the sidewalk.

ʚ♡ɞ

"I'm going to be late if I don't hurry my ass up." You groan to yourself as you jog through the empty hallways of UA. "1-A, 1-A, c'mon, where are ya'?" You internally ask yourself until you finally find the class. "Why the hell are the doors so big?" You mumble to yourself, before you reach and open the grand door but before you do, you see a head of messy green hair come towards you, and you immediately recognize him as Izuku Midoriya, well, if your memory serves you right. It would be super awkward to be like 'Hey! Your name is Izuku Midoriya right? I went to the same day care as you before I moved away! My name is (Y/N) (L/N)! Been a while, hasn't it?'

"Hey... I think I recognize you from somewhere. Izuku Midoriya, right?"You ask as he gets closer. His face turns beet red and his hands wave in front of his face. "Yeah, name's Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you, well, we probably already know each other since you know my name, even though I don't know your, or should I say remember your name. If we went to the same daycare, I'm surprised you remember me to be-" He goes on to say, his words spewing out faster than you can comprehend before realizing he's rambling and stops.

"Sorry, I tend to ramble a lot. Yeah, my name is Izuku Midoriya, do I know you?" He asks with a chuckle with his face coming down from the bright red it once was. You chuckle yourself, now here it comes. "Uhm, yeah, this is gonna sound super awkward, but uhm, we went to the same daycare together, my name is (Y/N) (L/N), I honestly doubt you remember me." You chuckle while talking pretty fast. "Uhm, we also used to live near each other, friends with a blonde boy with an explosion quirk." You add after clearing your throat.

"(Y/N) (L/N)? (Y/N) (L/N)... (Y/N)...Oh! You have a spider quirk, right? I think I do remember you! You moved to the US, right?" He asks as you begin to pull open the door for him. "Yeah! I do, I'm surprised you remember." You say with a laugh as you let him go inside first, and you're greeted with... "Just my fucking luck." You groan annoyedly when you see recognizable spikey blonde hair and crimson red eyes. "Take your feet off of that desk now!" A navy haired boy with glasses commands while waving his arms in a chopping motion. "Hah?" Bakugo asks with a smirk. He really wasn't the only one who had gotten a glow up, Izuku was still scrawny, just like we were when you were kids, but he had gotten cuter, though, you'd never admit it out loud. "It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you creeten!" The guy with glasses goes on to say making the same hand motions. Ah, you remember him now, he had been in the same arena in the entrance exams as you.

Izuku stands there with wide eyes while you stand to the side of him with the most annoyed look you've probably ever made before."You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?" Bakugo sarcastically asks rather loudly, he's always been a tad bit loud, hasn't he? "Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Soumei Academy." "Okay, so that's Iida." You think to yourself, but your thoughts get interrupted by Katsuki's loud arguing. "Soumei, huh? So you must think you're better than me, I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one!"

Bakugo challenges while getting closer to Iida. Iida lets out a gasp and puts his right hand on his chest. "You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?" Iida asks, which earns a small giggle from you. Iida turns to look at the two of you. You bite your lip in an attempt to stop more giggles, but are rather confused when Iida stops.

"It's him." Iida says, and in sync, everyone turns their heads to look at him. You just sit there nodding slightly as Deku stutters. "Uhm, hi!" Deku says with blush as you stand leaning on the door frame. Iida comes walking towards the pair of you with his hands swaying in a similar way to a robot. "My name is Tenya Iida from the Sou-" He tries before Izuku cuts him off, "Yeah, I know, I'm Izuku Midoriya, it's super nice to meet you." Izuku greets. You bite back a small scoff at the way Iida's arms just kinda- stop at his sides

"And you are?" Iida asks with a raised brow while turning to you, hands unmoving. "Yo, I'm (Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you." You say with a nod and throw up a small wave to him. "Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you? You must be really perceptive, and I completely misjudged you. I admit, as a student, you're far superior to me." Iida rants on, with you trying your hardest to deny his claim, and with just your luck, a short brown haired girl comes up behind you two.

"Hey! I recognize you two! It's hard to forget the messed up hair, and the way you shot those webs to help him from the fall! That punch was amazing, and the way you  shot webs super quickly! You formed that landing pad so quickly, it was hard to see what you were even doing!" She cheers while making all kinds of arm gestures. "So far I've met a goody-goody-two shoes who has a stick up his ass, Izuku, have yet to formally introduce myself to Katsuki, and the girl with a floating quirk who throws up rainbows and sparkles. Awesome class I've got here."  You think to yourself with an internal groan as you stand waiting to get into the classroom.

Izuku keeps stuttering to the girl, and you can't help but notice the glare Katsuki is giving the green haired boy. Whatever was going through his head, it was clearly not good. You raise a brow at him, which he only glares in your guys' direction harder. Had he been looking at you too? You're about to say something to Izuku, but a voice from the ground nearly makes you jump. "If you're here to make friends, you can pack up your stuff now." A man in a... yellow sleeping bag informs as he worms his way into the room as you and the other people crowding around the door move out of the way.

"Welcome to UA's hero course." He says tiredly while pulling out an apple sauce pack like a little toddler. You're honestly a little confused while he speaks. "Hello, I'm Shouta Aizawa, your teacher." Now that's not what you're expecting, not in the least. Your teacher? Seriously, he looks homeless, there's no way he's a teacher, let alone a pro. "Right, let's get to it, put these on and head outside." Your new teacher instructs your class while holding up what you can only assume to be your exercise uniforms.

ʚ♡ɞ

While everyone around you is chit-chatting about this surprise quirk assessment, you're trying to think of what this could do to affect your class. "But orientation! We're going to miss it!" Ochako says from in front of you, clearly worried about how this class is going to be run. "If you really want to make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit." He explains, getting small whispers to break out from students around you.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you've never gotten to use your quirks in physical tests before. The country is still trying to pretend that we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel, it's not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn." The black haired man says before turning to Bakugo. "Bakugo you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam, what was your farthest distance thrown with a softball when you were in junior high?" Your teacher asks. You turn your gaze to Bakugo who's scowl has softened into a look of slight confusion.

"67 meters, I think" Bakugo informs with his facial expression turning back into his somehow irritated laid back expression. "Right, try doing it with your quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle." Aizawa explains while Katsuki cockily walks up to the throwing circle. He's stretching out his arms with his eyes narrowed. "Go on, you're wasting our time." Aizawa rushes as Katsuki puts one foot forward. "Alright man, you asked for it." He says with a scoff before getting into a throwing position. He throws the ball with a massive explosion. "DIE!" He yells as the ball is thrown somewhere into the sky. "Die, seriously?" You ask nobody in particular, but get an answer anyway "Is he psychotic?" A raven haired boy with big elbows asks, making you chuckle.

Everyone is shocked with jaws dropped, including you. Your lips are slightly parted with eyes widened slightly.  "All of you need to know your maximum capabilities, it's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero." Your teacher explains explains while showing the class Bakugo's score of 705.2 meters. "Woah, 705 meters, are you kidding me?" A boy with bright yellow hair and a black lightning bolt going through his hair says with wide eyes. A pink girl not too far away from you claps her hands with an excited look on her face. "I wanna go! It looks like fun!" Her eyes are black with yellow pupils, she's got little yellow horns that stick out of her head as well, in all, she looks really pretty. Your attention is turned to the black haired guy with huge elbows speaking next. "This is what I'm talking about! Using our quirks as much as we want!" He exclaims excitedly.

"So this looks fun, huh? You have three years here to become a hero, you think this is all going to be games and play time? Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential, whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately." Aizawa challenges, earning gasps of shock from your classmates. "This is a bit harsh." You mumble to yourself as Aizawa gives probably the creepiest smile you've ever seen to the class, his gaze landing on Midoriya, now that's... odd. Come to think of it, you remember him being deemed as quirkless at daycare, so how in the world does he have a quirk, and why the hell haven't you questioned it until now?

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs, understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now." Aizawa goes to challenge again. "You can't send one of us home! We just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" Uraraka speaks up, little fists curled into tight balls. "And you think natural disasters are, or power hungry villains, or catastrophic events that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness, it's a hero's job to try and combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you're going to have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you, so go beyond, plus ultra style." Aizawa goes on to say after Uraraka challenged him.

"Okay, there's no way I'm going to get expelled, with a quirk like mine, I should be able to pass every single portion."  You think cockily to yourself while flexing and stretching your arms and wrists. "Show me it's no mistake that you're here. Now then, we're wasting time just by talking, let the games begin." Aizawa says, finishing his rant with another creepy smile. You bounce off one foot and onto the other to warm yourself up.

ʚ♡ɞ

First event, 50 meter dash. You let out a small sigh, as you turn to face the black haired boy with bulky elbows. You flash a smirk to him and he smiles back. "If I beat you, let me take you out." He says as the robot starts the countdown. You turn to face in front of you as you chuckle. "Alright, if you beat me, it's a date." You say with a smile. When the robot says to go, you sprint and immediately shoot strings of webs at the end of the finish line. You notice in your peripheral vision that he's shooting... tape? Tape from his elbows. You smirk as you land at the end of the line faster than he does and walks off past the white line with a cocky smirk. He passes the finish line just two seconds after you, wearing a small look of surprise. "Too bad, I was looking forward to that date." You say with a small frown before your lips turn into a smile. You walk away hearing the robotic voice announce your timing "3.12 seconds!" It's safe to say his whole life's goal is to land a date with you now.

ʚ♡ɞ

Second event, grip strength. You shake out your wrists before you take the grip strength device. Closing your eyes you let out a huff. "C'mon, it's just grip strength, can't be too hard, yeah?" You ask yourself in your head before gripping as hard as you can. You unclench your fist and lift to see the device, 78kg. "Not too bad." You huff with a small smirk before passing it onto the next person, you see a really short guy with.. Purple hair, if you can even call it hair, next to the black haired guy you beat at the 50 meter dash. You see them celebrating an insane looking guy at what he got. He's super tall, probably like 190 centimeters tall, roughly 6'02 maybe? "Yo, what did you get?" You ask while walking up to them. "He's like a muscle-y octopus! He got 540 kilograms!" The short boy exclaims, looking up to you, his eyes are wide and you notice a small droplet of saliva leaking from his mouth as he looks at you, but he's not looking at you. He's absolutely looking at your boobs. Lovely. "Add perverted grape gremlin to the list of people I've met."  You tell yourself in your head with a sigh.

ʚ♡ɞ

Third event, standing long jump, you do the same thing as you did for the 50 meter dash, simply using your webs to shoot across the full thing, which, believe it or not, was allowed. You cleared the sandbox with insane ease and walked away with a smirk. You notice Izuku is up next and turn around to see how he does. He lands inside the box and gets up with a small scowl. "Midoriya, you alright?" You ask after he's out of the box and dusting himself off. He's rambling to himself about an egg in a microwave... odd. "Midoriya?" You ask again, catching his attention. "Oh, hey (L/N)! What did you say?" He chuckles while scratching the back of his neck. You wave your hands slightly before speaking. "Oh, no worries! I was asking if you were alright, you seem... How do I word it... A bit frustrated?" You say with a small, concerned smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," He says shortly, he opens his mouth to keep speaking but shuts it before anything comes out.

ʚ♡ɞ

All the other events go great, and you're in no doubt this one will go any other way; the ball throw. You've been saving Adrenaline Rush up until now, knowing that it could make you pass out, you thought it would be smart to save it for the end, plus, you get to show off your sick ability to everyone.

Uraraka gets infinity, which everyone is surprised about, Izuku looks in all honesty terrified, which you frown at. To the side, you hear Iida talking. "If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home." He says to no one in particular, but the hothead next to him just has to reply. "Huh? Of course he is! He's a quirkless loser." He snaps at Iida, pointing at the scared boy in the throwing circle.

"Would you knock it off, dude? You're being an asshole." You tell Katsuki, walking up to him and Iida with a glare, you're sick of him being an absolute prick, and it's time someone tells him to knock it off. "Hah? What did you just call me? I'll blast you all the way to Hell and back, bug!" He yells at you with Iida desperately trying to calm the two of you down, Uraraka is off to the side next to Iida trying her hardest as well. "You won't do a thing, boom boom boy, and spiders are arachnids, dumbass. If you were smart enough, you'd know that." You hiss to him, getting closer to him. He's fuming now, his hands are fizzing and sparking with explosions. "What'd you say to me?" He barks, his hands shoving you. "You heard me, boom boom boy." You snarl with a harsh glare before walking a few paces away and turning your attention back to Izuku, who's gotten into a throwing position. "This isn't over, I'll squash you like the useless bug you are!" He snaps at you. You ignore his childish attempts to make you upset and keep your eyes on Midoriya.

He goes to throw it, and he gets... 46 meters. You sit there with a confused look on your face before Aizawa speaks up. "I erased your quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school." He informs with his scarf flying around him and eyes a bright red, his black hair is floating a bit above him while Izuku's eyes widen. "Wait, you did what to my-? Ah! Those goggles, I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers, The Erasure Hero, Eraserhead!" Deku rambles a bit with sparkles of excitement in his eyes. Just like you, your classmates are a bit confused, you think you've heard of this Eraserhead guy before, but there's no way this homeless looking guy is a pro hero.

"You're not ready, you don't have control over your power. Were you planning to break your bones again and count on someone else to save your useless body?" Aizawa challenges with a harsh tone. "No! That's not what I was trying to do!" Izuku is quick to fire back, but before he can keep talking, Aizawa's scarf wraps around the boy and pulls him close. "No matter what your intentions are, you would be nothing more than a liability in battle. You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know, one who saved 1,000 people by himself and became a legend, but even with that drive, you're worthless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down. Sorry, Midoriya, with your power, there's no way you can become a hero." Aizawa goes to say with the harshest wording you could probably imagine.

You turn your gaze from Aizawa to Deku, expecting tears to be lining his green eyes, but instead, he's glaring at the teacher in front of him. The scarf unravels and his hair falls back into place while you and your classmates sit in silence, watching the interaction unfold. "I've returned your impractical quirk. Take your final throw, hurry and get it over with." Aizawa instructs while walking towards the rest of the class, stopping off to the side. You hear classmates mumbling about what your teacher told Izuku, but brush it off since you're next. You let out a small breath and begin to stretch your arms.

You close your eyes and activate your sweet, oh so deliciously sweet Adrenaline Rush. You shake with delight as adrenaline rushes through your body at an incredible speed. Your eyes roll back slightly as your tongue runs over each canine. You haven't thought about it much this entire time, but you've had just a small feeling of adrenaline in your veins throughout the whole exam. You know you're not getting dead last, there's no way since you've done somewhere between good and great on every event that has led up to now, but the slight chance of getting expelled just puts a good rush into your body that's hard to ignore now. When you're focused on the scene in front of you, now letting the Adrenaline Rush settle into your body with that intoxicating tingle sensation, you see Izuku throw the ball, his finger turning a harsh red-purple color as the ball flies into the air. Everyone is surprised to see him throw an extraordinary 705.3 meters, just 0.1 more than Bakugo.

You can't tell what Deku says, but he looks at Aizawa with a pained expression with a smile with his fist clenched. Aizawa slowly claps as Deku walks towards the rest of the class who're congratulating him on his intense throw. "(L/N), come on up." Aizawa instructs, which you immediately comply with and walk up to the circle. You let out a shuddering breath as you feel a particularly strong surge of adrenaline as you prepare to throw the ball. You send a few strands of webs around the ball that're stronger than your usual, ensuring they won't rip or tear while you throw it.

"Fuck it..." You say to yourself as you shoot a few webs out to the point where the ball is hanging from a strand of web that's wrapped around your curled fist. You bite your lip until metallic tasting blood slips onto your tongue. You whirl the ball in a circular motion until it's so fast it's hard to contain, so with one last deep breath you throw it with a yell, detaching the webbing from your hand so the ball can fly. You let out a chuckle at the slight burn your hand feels from the intense friction on your hand as the ball flies through the air. You turn to look at Aizawa who's nodding with approval before he announces your distance. "692.85 meters. Not bad, (L/N). Next!" He announces with a small nod at you as you walk away from the rest of the group.

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Chapter .03 teaser quote: "Young (L/N)! Because you're our extra person, you'll be put with... How about team D!"

Chapter .03 will be posted on February 15, 2025

[dazais-guardian-angel]

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

[olliepurples]

mdarc chapter 4 spoilers (tw negative)

i'm a couple of doors into the mystery labyrinth, and it's getting a little annoying having shinigami and yuma go "but how could this have happened? who could have done this?" when i literally knew it was yakou as soon as the game told me that the poison had a delay. this is so silly like "how could anyone have got past this, they would have died in thirty minutes!" ok! narrow your suspect pool to people who die in the next thirty minutes then! damn!!!

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[glindyupland]

I just think it’s silly that so many people complain about Villain Amaya as “wasted potential” and that “we were robbed” like-

My pals, post canon fan fiction is right there. The desire to free her husband is right there. Either by touching an evil book while being too eager to remember the obsidian oil, or being possessed by contact (ie what she believes is true loves kiss) when trying to reason with him in the dungeon.

We don’t need a rewrite, we can have a continuation. Both can be true. Amaya is a complex character, she can handle it.

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

blehhh not them making a queer character say the no homo line :/

[sallykie]

I've decided. I don't like the HTTYD movie sequels' xenophobia era. I don't think the themes should have gone that way.

[egginfroggin]

I usually try not to get too negative on my blog, but I have to say that one thing that I'm worried about with AI art is the possible accusations that could be placed on people with certain artstyles (surrealism, hyperrealism, etc.) that are more prone to the "uncanny valley" effect, or even just artists who are in that midway point where most of a piece looks great but there's a few things that are anatomically questionable.

I think it's fine for people to have suspicions, but I'm worried that people will come to expect things such as progress videos or shots as a given, and that this will intimidate young or new artists, making them feel incredibly pressured to provide things that they shouldn't have to. And, speaking from experience, pressure does not do good things to the creative mind.

I'm worried that people will start seeing inconsistencies or awkward anatomy and immediately react with accusations of AI. It's happening on other platforms, and probably also on Tumblr, and as much as I dislike AI, I think that people need to learn to slow down and really look at something before making that accusation.

What good will stamping out AI with vigor do if innocent artists get caught in the crossfire and stop creating out of fear? What good will it do if the next generation of artists is too scared to share and inspire each other?

Genuinely, I would personally rather deal with AI images existing while still being able to freely share my actual works than I would deal with tiptoeing around very real people who would dismiss my hours of work (and musculoskeletal pain) as worthless and not real. Let artists still be free for goodness' sake.

I can be more thoroughly worded later if anyone asks, and this will probably be sorely misinterpreted, but I just need to get this out and I'm tired.

TLDR: It's fine to be against AI-generated images, but please check yourself and be careful who you accuse of using such technology before you get someone innocent caught up in it. AI-generated art isn't great, and neither is putting down someone's hard work as fake.

[somelazyassartist]

Hard to remember I exist sometimes and it feels like a lot of other people forget too and I don't really know how to feel about that right now

[wereh0gz]

Not feeling great abt some of my creative endeavors rn

[vulpixelates]

😩 dang it. i go to draw for the first time in forever and my stupid pen is acting up aoeifjaoi i think i might need a new nib or something

[dan-crimes]

I love writers I love when they ramble on abt characters and their motivations, their core values and the reasons why they react to things in certain ways and having character interactions work off of each other due to their differing ways of viewing the world and in general I just love character analysis