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jaypilled · 1 year

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Four, three, two, fuck you

Listen up y'all, this shit is histrionic

Monstrox’s beats are best suited to jesters hooked on phonics!

Jestrolicious: definition, makes the knights go cray cray

They want to know the secrets that they can't just hear from Clay-clay

Dyin' just to know my issues

I ain't givin’ them no tissues!

Don’t try asking me my reasons

My mood just comes and goes like seasons

(Four, three, two, Fuck you)

I'm Jestrolicious (so malicious)

No, I don't do heroics

And if you think otherwise

All that shit is fictitious

I blow kisses (mwah!)

Don't matter if I’m a bad guy

Monstrox be tryna’ throw me off in an attempt to make me cry

So malicious (trickery)

So malicious (completely filled with deceit)

So malicious (even Macy wants a piece of me)

I'm Jestrolicious (th-th-th-they can’t stand me, stand me)

Jestrolicious def-

Goddammit, Monstrox stop messing around with my mic-

Jestrolicious definition makes the knights annoyed

Monstox’s always screechin', weirdo pet names like jokeboy

I'm the j to the e, s, t, the r, the o

And the majority of chaos had better come from me

I'm Jestrolicious (so malicious)

My monsters stay vicious

All the knights are feelin' nervous 'cuz I'm being villainous

Monstrox’s my witness (whistle)

Bet that book loves all my tricks

And he'll be needing all my help 'cuz I make the knights shit bricks

So malicious (trickery)

So malicious (completely filled with deceit)

So malicious (even Richmond wants a piece of me)

I'm Jestrolicious (now you nexofuckers hold the fuck up, check it out)

Baby, baby, baby

If you really hate me

Honey get some spells

Maybe then you'll match me

I'll be casting, casting

I'll be lasting, lasting

I’m just casting, casting

It'll make you nasty

N to the a, to the s-t-e-y - fuckin' nasty, n to the a to the s-t-e-y - fuckin' nasty

M to the a, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s, to the m, to the a, to the, to the--

I'll just spell it out for you

All the time i run around knights gather round always swingin’ at me, wanna guess the secrets of my book

I just wanna say it now - I ain't trying to round up any drama, pesky knights I just don't want you to know

And I guess I'm coming off as just a little insecure although I keep on repeating how my secret’s just private

But I'm tryin' to tell, it's a secret that I just don't wanna tell

Monstox says I look…

Malicious (so malicious)

No, I don't do heroics

And if you think otherwise

All that shit is fictitious

I blow kisses (mwah!)

Don't matter if I’m a bad guy

Monstrox be tryna’ throw me off in an attempt to make me cry

My monsters stay vicious

All the knights are feelin' nervous 'cuz I'm being villainous

Monstrox’s my witness (whistle)

Bet that book knows all my tricks

And he'll be my companion 'cuz I can use him in my shticks

So malicious (monstrox see)

So malicious (you can trust me)

So malicious (i'll help you be)

I'm Jestrolicious, I-I’m evil, evil

It's so malicious (ay, ay, ay, ay)

So malicious (ay, ay, ay, ay)

I'm Jestrolicious, (Monstrox says I’m so evil, evil)

N to the a, to the s-t-e-y - fuckin' nasty, n to the a to the s-t-e-y - fuckin' nasty

M to the a, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s

N to the a, to the s t e y - fuckin' nasty. n to the a, to the, to the, to the, to the

To the m to the a, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s

To the m to the a, to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s to the m, to the a, to the...now, wait just a motherfuckin' second

Do I seriously have to spell this stuff until the end of the damn song?

I mean, whoever decided to write the original never had access to a spellbook I guess

Because n-a-s-t-e-y does not spell nasty. Was this ”fancypants” prick illiterate or something?

What do you mean robot rap artists are the only ones brave enough to write their own grammatical train wrecks and call it music!? What the fuck even is Brickney Spears doing?

She doesn't create lyrical masterpieces anymore!?

Fuck this gag, I quit!

#nexo knights #jestro #happy 4/13 #jay brain thoughts

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iriswashere · 5 months

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Lackadaisy

To all the freelance animators, or (like me) those who want to be animators in the future, I'd highly recommend watching Lackadaisy.

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Made by @lackadaisycats, I haven't read the comic yet (YES THERE'S A COMIC TOO) but just from looking at the pilot, it's AMAZING.

Prepare for gushing under the cut

The character's are so fleshed out, the expressions are *chefs kiss* and OH MY GOD THE TEAM.

Apparently there's OVER 160 ARTISTS THAT WORKED ON THIS MASTERPIECE???

HOLY SHIT???

And after I've watched this video by Manu Mercurial:

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It made me love it even more. He talks about how great the general environment was. I mean everyone that was part of the team shared their progress and processes with not only each other, but with their followers online too!

Like the artists could just host livestreams of them working on the pilot and post little animations they made on their Twit- I mean X accounts (I still hate that they changed it goddammit) and it was fine.

And someone from the comments mentioned that these characters were so stylised so it would've been so hard to keep it on model, but they still stayed true to the comic's artstyle despite that. Not to mention the fact that they continued working on it even when MOTHERFUCKING COVID HIT

Dude let me tell you. As embarrassing as it may be, I was reconsidering even becoming an animator. The first time I realised I wanted to make characters come to life was a long time ago. And when I saw how the animation industry was going, my motivation to be an animator just started deteriorating once I realised how hard it would be to actually get a career like that, and I settled on just whatever art job I could get, as long as it related to the digital arts industry.

But this. To everyone who's dashboard this lands on. Lackadaisy just made me feel like the first time I wanted to become an animator again. It's given me hope guys holy shit. It's like feeling that feeling I felt when I first realised that I wanted to make images move, to make characters move. And to see the end result and just think to myself, "Fuck I helped do that. I was part of the team that did that."

So if you were like me, who's motivation to be an animator was really low, who just needs that push to keep pursuing that dream, watch these two videos. Not only is the pilot so well animated, but the storyline looks promising, and from how it's (I think) a sequel to the comic, (and judging by how everyone's saying how good the story was) this show is sure to be just as good, maybe even more!

...Or yk, don't watch them. I'm not one to pressure anyone lol. I just wanted a good excuse to gush about this gem of a pilot. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go read the comic.

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy pilot #animated show #art #kaibi’srambles #Youtube

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crqelsummer · 1 year

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saving the more coherent thoughts for later bc this i what im workin with post-PLW watch binge lmao. all about saeka during the PLW arc

currently thinking about saeka, doing her due diligence to protect everyone even as everything's going to shit because she has to

being the only one to chase after shoto because goddammit she was not letting her brother back out of her sight. shes really starting to see him for who he is at this point -- a fledgling hero just like herself. not the twin she was born to be replaced by. the brother and companion that he shouldve been to her all these years.

i imagine at some point while shoto was booking it through the already destroyed streets he's struggling to keep up his ice to travel faster and saeka finally finally looks at him as an equal -- and reaches out a hand to him to pull him along with her on her own icy path

"dammit shoto, take my hand! we'll get there together faster!"

hes able to use his fire as propulsion and her already mastered ice quirk makes them that much faster on the scene.

their combo move, frostburn, is sort of what he pulled off at the sports festival? but stronger because he has some decent control over his fire now and hes able to pour more power into it when its saeka that's doing the ice half of it. it can do some real damage, and they know exactly what they're doing when they arrive.

do i think about how much touya's death affected shoto? yes. but im also currently thinking about how it affected saeka, seeing the shifting in power between elder brother and new masterpiece -- and how she thinks she relates to touya so much

because you know, she was the spare for so long in her life. she's the opposite of touya, where her ice quirk was so powerful that it meant she shouldve been her father's champion. but she wasnt because he was really after what would eventually become shouto's quirk.

i mean, she looks just like him before he died.

which i also think that enji wanted her out of training so bad because he saw not one but two failures in her. the stark white hair of her mother and brother after so much stress and the piercing blue eyes that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

i think saeka created such a parasocial relationship as a child and even into adolescence with touya that she's just. stunned??? when he does his big reveal because she thought touya was a nice person, someone who just wanted to be a hero so bad he was willing to die for it. but he's a villain. someone's whos killed. someone who's still trying to kill even now.

is this the brother she wishes was around for so long? the murderer, the one who's threatening to kill their father -- kill shouto?

and i think thats a real moment of realization for saeka because she has to kill this image of touya that shes held onto like a vice for her whole life. because he was everything to her, someone who could relate to her pain and struggle in a way natsuo, fuyumi and shouto couldn't.

or at least, she thought he could.

maybe dabi calls to her. shouts out to her that he's just like her. forgotten and dumped away for shouto. calls to her that theyre one and the same. brother and sister. that she could be on his side.

and i genuinely think dabi does think of saeka in some type of way. he hates shouto for what shouto represents to him but saeka isnt an obstacle. a possible ally even, though i think even some part of him knows he doent want her on the other end of this battle.

and she quiet for so long until he launches an attack at endeavor and she leaps into action to protect him with an ice wall even he cant burn through. and shes just there, glaring at him with all the bravery that a sixteen year old cryokinetic can -

'i'm NOTHING like you, you monster!'

hes taken aback by this long enough that shouto can get a decent hit in. then jeanist, before he can launch prominence burn.

i think she comes out of that fight less hurt than anyone really expected but shes there to back up shouto at every turn almost. she cant fly, so shes stuck on ground duty and immobilizing as many nomus as possible. a few toss her around like a ragdoll but its here shes moving faster, further, creating more ice than she thought possible. the fire from her brothers is able to cool her that she can keep working for as long as possible, but i think either a nomu or machia gets a good hit in on her, snapping a rib or two clean in half

#oc: todoroki saeka #oc #original character #au: arent we too young for this brother?#todosister au #mha #bnha #bnha oc #mha oc

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elviehun · 3 years

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okay okay okay okay okay already.

who am I kidding

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 325: Deku VS the Outside of U.A. ~Conclusion~

Previously on BnHA: Ochako was all “dear bloodthirsty mob, this kid you see standing before you has fought harder than anyone and put his life on the line to protect you all, so please chill the fuck out, jesus christ. like, putting aside that he’s humanity’s best hope and so it’s very much in your best interests to let him rest and recover someplace safe so that he can keep fighting for us, are y’all seriously going to turn away an injured and exhausted child in front of his sobbing mother?? seriously?? come on now.” I’m paraphrasing here but that’s basically how it went down. Anyway so then the mob was all, “...” and Deku collapsed to his knees in tears, and Gigantic Fox Lady and Kouta ran over to give him a hug but then the chapter ended.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “FINE, YOU CAN HUG HIM”, which, was that so hard?? The U.A. Clown Mob is all “come to think of it, we’ve kind of been taking the heroes for granted this entire time, maybe we should be less passive in the future. anyway so Deku if it’s not too much to ask, can you please save everyone and fix everything.” Deku is all “I sure can, and by the way I forgive you for swarming around all menacingly two minutes ago and trying to deny me basic shelter and stuff.” Ectoplasm is all, “hey Todogang get a load of this. [walks in a circle].” Hawks is all, “that’s literally the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rat Principal is all, “anyway so that’s what your students did today, hope you’re enjoying your new *~*ROBOT LEG*~*, Aizawa.” Aizawa is all “[lots of exposition about Kurogiri and for some reason, Toga, while being all brooding and sexy].” All Might is all “[standing here right outside of U.A. doing absolutely nothing and being foreboding AF]” and that immediately sucked away all of the warm fuzzy feelings from the hugs, goddammit.

each new week has become a waiting game of “when will Deku finally get to take a bath so people will actually be willing to go near him and give him the hugs he deserves.” the stakes have never been so compelling. I’ve almost forgotten about AFO entirely

lmaoooooo

me: for the love of god will someone please give Deku a hug before I die of old age

Mineta: YOU GOT IT!! --

Iida: [SWIFTLY CUTS HIM OFF] NOT YOU

fucking losing it at Mineta’s crying face. he really wanted to hug him. I legit feel bad but this is also the funniest thing I have seen all week, omg

somehow Kouta, who last week was only a hand’s breadth away from touching Deku’s head, is now twenty miles away from him in this new chapter

can I make a Loki reference here. is this recap a good place to insert a joke about someone using a TVA time-rewinding device to fuck with my poor boy Kouta over here. well anyway there it is

AND NOW HE’S BACK ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG

(ETA: since when is he “niichan” omg?? can’t handle this cuteness.)

BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT HUGGING HIM FFFFKFFFFF. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO. WHO DO I HAVE TO BRIBE AND/OR BLACKMAIL

OH NO KOUTA IS CRYING THAT’S IT I’M DONE FOR

“when I heard that lady I knew that I had to go, but then stop again within inches of actually touching you because you smell like week-old rotten onions.” listen Kouta, I’m not saying I don’t get it, but you all can’t keep doing this to me. it’s the way you guys keep teasing it. like, if you’re gonna hug him, hug him. don’t just stand there with your arms held rigidly out in front of you like a molded action figure

OH MY GOSH BUT HE SAID THE THING

KOUTA SWOOPING IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT FOR FIXING DEKU LIKE THAT ONE KID IN THE GROUP PROJECT WHO DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STILL TAGS HIS NAME ONTO THE REPORT ANYWAY, WHAT A KNAVE

GASP

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SHE PICKED HIM UP LIKE A LITTLE BABY OMG?? she just leaned right over and lifted this child like he was a small animal. like a lil baby futon that she was about to hang up to dry. oh my god

-- HEY WHAT

(: well that’s extremely fucked up. though sadly not too surprising given what we just saw these past couple chapters

incidentally, I hope that anyone who was legitimately defending the civilians’ perspective earlier takes note here of how quickly that line of thinking -- “we’re just trying to keep our families safe” and all that-- can lead to straight up bigotry. if you’re willing to deny a child shelter and protection simply because he’s not YOUR child, and because you’ve decided based on Internet rumors (no real-world parallels there, I’m sure) that he might present a threat, it’s really not that much further of a leap to discriminating against entire groups of people simply because you perceive those groups as being dangerous. I’m sure the people who turned Gigantic Fox Lady away also told themselves afterwards that they did it to protect their families. “better safe than sorry.” “she’ll be fine, someone will take her in, but as for us, we can’t afford to take that risk.” people can come up with all kinds of justifications for treating other people as less than human, and the really scary thing about it is how fucking easy it is

one last quick side note, which is that Horikoshi does a great job here of showing how scapegoating works, given that AFO is the one who’s really to blame and who presents the actual threat, and yet Deku is the one who ultimately winds up being the target of the mob’s fear and outrage despite him being as much of a victim as they are. gotta love that irony, which unfortunately plays out far too often in the real world as well.

anyway I’ll get off my soapbox now, sorry about that. let us continue

YES, FINALLY OH MY GOD!!!!

AND THAT’S THE STORY OF HOW GIGANTIC FOX LADY BECAME THE GREATEST HERO. PACK IT ALL UP, WE’RE DONE HERE KIDS

holy shit. the real MVP right there. thanks for getting it done champ

jesus christ I have had it up to here with these people

literally the bar is set so low at this point that I’ll go ahead and take it. helping him because it offers them a tactical advantage is at least one step up from not helping him at all

“WHY NOT SHIKETSU” MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

-- thank you!!

okay this one guy with the antennae hair is having himself a character development speedrun here

-- okay, but this part?? fucking this part, right here??

can we repeat that again?? the part where this guy acknowledges that the problems of hero society were caused not just by said heroes, but also by said society?? the part where he acknowledges that they treated the heroes like celebrities who were putting on a show for them?? the part where he acknowledges that when push came to shove, the vast majority of those heroes, when faced with a situation that offered no reward, were nonetheless willing to put their lives on the line to protect the very same people who then turned around and blamed them rather than thanking them?? are the civilians of BnHA even allowed to have actual deep thoughts about this stuff. holy shit

bro!!

ANTENNAE HAIR GUY SHOVING KOUTA AND GIGANTIC FOX LADY OUT OF THE WAY TO SLAP HIS NAME ONTO THE END CREDITS AS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER. CONGRATULATIONS SON YOU FIGURED OUT THE CORE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION AT THE VERY HEART OF THE MANGA. WAY TO GO BUD

meanwhile, on today’s episode of “one more chapter to go till the big volume cliffhanger, how else can I drag things out let’s see”

it’s a panel. of people’s feet. just a bunch of normal feet. with sneakers and shit

this All Might shirt guy is getting more screentime in this arc than 90% of the class 1-A kids

I guess I’m supposed to feel sorry for this dude now that he’s all “if we let you stay here do you promise to somehow magically fix every single problem that we are now currently facing?” those are some ridiculously exacting standards my dude. come on now

KACCHAN SIGHTING

thank fuck I’m not the only one who’s thoroughly unimpressed by absolutely all of this lol. I feel better now. meanwhile Iida and Kouda and Kiri are ready to run over there and hug them all. you guys are way too forgiving. damn you and your pure hearts

anyway so Deku’s like “yeah, definitely”

(ETA: almost forgot to comment on the “I’m no longer alone” part – he basically corrects the guy and says “sorry, but you’ll need to direct that question towards all of us, not just me, because moving forward we’re a team.” good stuff.)

you know what though, all joking aside... fuck yeah. because perfect victory, right. the strongest guys don’t settle for anything less. so I guess Deku has pretty exacting standards himself

also can you all just take a look at this fucking kid who’s got so much light in his eyes now that I’m gonna need eclipse goggles. hot damn. “you’re welcome” says All Might Shirt Guy as he is frantically interviewed by several local news networks asking him how he daringly managed to save Deku all by himself. “well I guess I’ve just never been the kind of guy who can sit back and let a bunch of rabble-rousers blame a little kid for all of humanity’s problems. someone had to step in and take action, you know?”

oH MY GOD THE SCENE IS FINALLY ENDING

don’t let the door hit you on your way out All Might Shirt Guy

but meanwhile, sudden Tododrama action??

oh shit

there are honestly so many ways in which Ochako’s very moving speech could have wildly backfired that I genuinely have no clue where this is headed lol. how exciting!!

so now Horikoshi is once again stalling for time with random filler panels, but this one is 10x better than the shoes lol omg

(1) was Ectoplasm’s jacket always this oversized. (2) did you guys know that if you go back to chapter 319 you can see that Horikoshi gave us a sneak peak at Enji’s Sad Detective disguise and I in fact made a joke about it in the 319 recap not realizing it was actually the stone cold truth. (3) did Shouto deliberately speed up out of impatience because Hawks was walking so fucking slow and he couldn’t take it any longer. (4) and what, I ask you, is up with these dramatic speedlines. so many mysteries here. what a masterpiece

everyone is acting all shocked about something ahh what’s going on

wait what

what the heck. did they just loop around behind everyone. what was the point of that lol. “anyway, so this is what they look like from the back” well okay, thanks for that Ectoplasm

(ETA: so it seems like they were actually hanging out someplace else away from the crowd this whole time, I guess? here I thought they had more faith in Enji’s disguise. I guess Shouto and Hawks don’t particularly want to attract this crowd’s attention themselves right now either, though.)

I am so fucking confused lmao

speaking of All Might WHERE THE FUCK IS HE lol. but yes, good, OFA brings everyone together, and Hawks is very deeply moved about this out of the blue all of a sudden. you know how it is

aw heck yeah now this is another filler panel I can get behind

Mineta really wants that hug, good lord. I genuinely love this actually. Mineta if you could just stay little and cute and keep crying about how much you love your classmates in a non-gross way for the rest of the series I would be so appreciative. you’re doing great

IIDA IS HOLDING DEKU’S HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH FOR MY MAN HE’S ADDICTED NOW

what did I tell you. Kiri wants to get all of the mob’s autographs now. Kiri you’re a peach

Shouji having a conversation with another mutant type is a very nice touch! we really need to get to his backstory soon. I feel like that casual remark from GFL earlier was kind of hinting at more to come

is this the first time we’ve ever seen the Yaoyorictionary in action?? never forget that Viz tried to call it the “Yaoyorozu Reference Book” because they hate fun

last but not least, KAMIBAKU IS BACK ON THE MENU, FUCK YEAH. Kaminari trying to spice things up and introduce a little bit of controversy by smacking Kacchan on the back of the head for god knows what. I will be deeply disappointed after this if I can’t find at least one person unironically declaring that KamiBaku is now toxic and abusive

lfkdlWLWK TODODRAMA??

oh my god. Shouto’s face. Enji’s face. the back to “oyaji” again. the blunt, not-taking-no-for-an-answer, “I don’t know how much louder the universe can scream at you that doing things alone is not it, so hopefully you got the point” directness of it. fffdlkslj I’m so ready for this Horikoshi please don’t fuck it up my expectations are so high

HOLY FUCK

I SCROLLED DOWN AND HE WAS ALL “( ❛‿❛)” AND I JUST WASN’T FUCKING EXPECTING THAT OKAY. JESUS CHRIST. GIVE ME A SEC

lol okay moment over and now Enji’s pulling his hat down all dramatically like a world-weary Cowboy

OH MY GOD WERE YOU FACETIMING??

AHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: not to put Iida down or anything, but it’s kind of strange that Aizawa is all “the class rep sure did great” when Ochako is the one that was giving that whole big speech for like twenty minutes just now lol.)

(ETA 2: “thank god Iida stepped in just in the nick of time to keep Mineta from hugging Deku.” sorry Mineta I really do like you lately but it’s still low-hanging fruit lol.)

HE LOOKS SO SAD??! HE LOOKS LIKE HEARTBREAK ITSELF??! I AM BESOUGHT WITH THE URGE TO REACH INTO MY SCREEN AND PULL HIM INTO THE SAFETY OF MY ARMS??? MY GOD, AND I THOUGHT DEKU NEEDED HUGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay I was gonna just hold down the letter H for a full minute and count it out loud but within about ten seconds I realized I needed to chill lol

-- but then again NO, I DON’T NEED TO CHILL, I HAVE ZERO CHILL, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE IT’S AIZAWA WITH A ROBOT LEG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMPLETE WITH ROBOT TOES FOR THAT EXTRA TOUCH OF AUTHENTICITY!! I LIKE HOW HORIKOSHI PUT ALL THIS EXTRA “!!!” EMPHASIS AROUND IT IN CASE WE COULD SOMEHOW POSSIBLY FAIL TO TAKE NOTICE. “REMEMBER, EVERYONE?” SAYS HORIKOSHI HELPFULLY. “REMEMBER THAT TIME AIZAWA CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN LEG?” oh wow now that you mention it we somehow forgot all about that. like who do you take us for

OH NO NOT THE SAD BOYFRIEND ANGST THAT I WAS SECRETLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WITH GLEE

well at least he’s not M.I.A. or back with the villains again like I thought he might be. still, that’s gotta be brutal to know your friend is in there somewhere, but to not be able to reach him again no matter how hard you try. that’s the kind of angst that pays off in final battles just when you most expect it. such is my hope, at any rate

what’s this now??

trying to decide if this is Horikoshi’s way of saying don’t worry about that, or his way of saying definitely worry about that lol

anyway so Aizawa is out here being all irresponsibly handsome once again. when is someone going to do something about him

here for Sexy Robot Leg Eyepatch Aizawa clenching his fists and making speeches about revenge. pretty sure we’re all here for that

WELL, WELL, WELL

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I’M VERY GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE AND SEEMINGLY WELL, THOUGH!

BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGH, ALL MIGHT

ffff. bracing myself for that cliffhanger next week. you’d better not touch one hair on this man’s head Horikoshi. I’m watching you

#bnha 325 #midoriya izuku #u.a. clown mob #class 1-a #aizawa shouta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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wordsfromthesol · 3 years

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Hunted

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: togasbetch malfoys-demigod pricetagofficial Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: You're a detective at Bludhaven PD with Dick Grayson and when a serial killer your after starts hunting you down, you have no choice but to ask for his help. Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking Word Count: 2.3k

You had been working at Bludhaven PD for about 2 years before the hotshot Dick Grayson came on the scene. Though you had grown into friends or at least friendly coworkers…he annoyed the shit out of you. After all, everything seemed to come so easy to the pretty boy Grayson and you could count the number of times you had actually seen him at the station on one hand. Thankfully this happened to be one of those times because you had run out of options.

"Dick, can I get your eyes on this case? I'm been staring at these files for hours and can't find the pattern. Yeah, they've obviously got a type. But that's not enough to go on."

Dick briefly runs through the file before staring blankly up at you. "You can't be serious, right? You need to take yourself off this case."

"People are dying, Dick." You had already assumed you would get some pushback from the star detective.

"I can't let you go after this guy. You're an exact match to all 5 people they've killed." Dick attempted to reason with you, to no avail.

"Then I'm the exact person who should go after this guy. Rather it be me than some civilian." Finally, Dick relented and gave you some useful information.

"Well…everyone was taken near an abandoned subway line." He takes out a highlighter and marks up the map. You tried to mask your nervousness as the bright yellow line stopped a block from your apartment.

"Thanks…I didn't even notice that." He nodded, still apprehensive about giving you the information, as he handed the file back to you. Tucking the papers away, you decided to finish up the research at home.

As you sauntered home, you were barely able to keep your eyes open. Stopping at the crosswalk, you noticed a man staring at you in your peripheral vision. You swore he was the same man from five blocks ago. Surely you were just paranoid…right? You began weaving in and out of the crowd, making a complete circle back to the crosswalk. Yet there he was in the corner of your eye. This wasn't paranoia. This was real. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and pressed Dick's contact card.

"Hey, uhm…remember that case we were talking about today?"

"You mean literally 20 minutes ago? Yeah, I remember."

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, "Well you were probably right." Dick could hear the shakiness in your voice.

"He's following you, isn't he?"

Your current situation momentarily left your mind as the words tumbled out of your mouth, bypassing the brain. "How the fuck could you possibly know that?!"

"Don't go home. I'm coming to get you." You wanted to plead with him to stay on the line, but your stubbornness got the best of you. Slowing your pace, you attempted to stay in the crowd and walked straight. How was Dick even going to find you? As soon as the thought danced across your mind, there he was, as if you summoned him from thin air.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out from the street. A deep sigh of relief flooded over you as you trotted over to him. Crawling on the back of the motorcycle, you didn't bother asking where he was taking you. Anywhere was better than here.

"Wow. Just wow." Dick shook his head in awe as he climbed off the bike, ushering you into the apartment building.

"It's not like I planned it." You tried to force the uneasiness from your voice.

"Right, of course not. You realize he had to have been following you for days now, right? He knows where you live. You can't go back there." You hadn't really thought about that, yet where were you supposed to go? You looked at him pensively, unable to form a proper sentence. "Looks like you're staying here then." The alacrity of the statement caught you off guard.

"I can't just --"

"Right right. So let's go antagonize the serial killer. Genius." The sheer amount of sarcasm took you aback, this was a completely different side of the infamous Dick Grayson than you were used to.

You glared at him as he opened the door to his apartment. "So dramatic…besides, someone has to stop him. He's already after me, so I'm the perfect bait."

Dick's eyes went wide. He looked at you like you had three heads before bellowing, "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

"Do you have a better plan?" Part of you hoped he would begin rattling off some convoluted trap. One that didn't hold your life in the balance.

"Well…not yet. But I'm sure we can think of something. Give me a few days."

A few days came and went and you were losing your mind in Dick's apartment. The worst part was, you were never alone. Dick or one of his family members was always by your side. You weren't quite sure how some 14-year-old kid was supposed to do anything if said serial killer showed up, but Dick was insistent.

Finally, you caught a break. Jason, your latest babysitter got called away on some emergency and Dick wouldn’t be home for another hour. Of course, Jason informed you to tell Dick he left just moments ago, which actually worked in your favor. You dialed Captain Holt on your phone and began to strategize. The captain wasn't keen on using you for bait either, but eventually, you swayed him. Everything was planned to take place tomorrow afternoon, a time Dick just so happened to be testifying in court.

"Y/N?" The confusion spread across Dick's face as he opened the door.

"I'm here!" You called out from the bedroom before stepping into sight.

"Where's Jason?"

"Oh, family emergency. But he left like two minutes ago. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay…" Dick didn't sound convinced.

"I also got a call from the captain today. He wants to meet with me tomorrow at 2." You tried to play it off as a casual request, but you knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"What? Why? We still haven't caught the psychopath…plus I have court tomorrow."

"Dick, I'll be in a police station. You can drop me off on your way."

Dick let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. But I don't like it."

You were absolutely terrified, but you tried your best not to let it show through. After all, you asked for this. Dick still seemed uneasy, even as he dropped you off at the precinct. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong. Though there wasn't much he could do at this point, considering he was due in court by noon.

"Y/N. Are you sure about this?" Captain Holt questioned as you walked into his office.

"No. But something needs to be done. This guy doesn't just give up. So either I'm bait and we have a chance at catching him, or I die a horrific death for no reason. Not the best of options."

Holt nodded in understanding, "Well everything is set up. We have snipers in position around the perimeter of your apartment and a dozen plain-clothed in the vicinity."

"So hopefully we have a chance. What about near the abandoned subway entrance? That's how Dick thinks he's staying out of sight."

"Covered. We are ready to go on your command. Though I still think Detective Grayson should be informed of the plan."

"He's in court. So he couldn't help out anyways. The fewer people that know, the better. Let's move."

You arrived at your apartment without any issues, though you could feel a million pairs of eyes on you. With everyone watching you, it would be hard to notice one more face. Nevertheless, you persisted, attempting to go about your day in your apartment. The apartment that now seemed so foreign to you, though you had only been unexpectedly ripped from it a week ago.

As the day went on you began to feel more and more lightheaded. Normally, you would chalk it up to stress, but given the situation, you decided otherwise.

"Captain…"

"There is still no sign of him," he ignored the strain in your voice.

"I think…he's already…here." A crashing sound was left ringing through the earpiece.

"I want everyone on her position now! Get me a visual!" Captain Holt's booming voice commanded those around him. "Where are my snipers?!" An eerie silence crept over the line. "Shit." He mumbled before pulling out his phone. The dial tone appeared to mock him until finally the other end picked up.

"What happened?" The stringent words reverberated in the air.

"He has her."

"Goddammit. How did he get her out of the precinct?" Dick didn't wait for an answer. "Because she wasn't in the precinct. How could you let her be bait? You've seen what this guy does!" The anger was bubbling up inside him. Out of everyone, why you. Why did he have to go after you?

"I know."

"How long? HOW LONG HAS HE HAD HER?!" Two cops turned towards Captain Holt as Dick's voice echoed from the speaker.

"About a minute. From her apartment." As soon as the word left his lips, the line went dead. Holt buried his head in his hands. If there was any hope of finding her, it was Dick Grayson.

You woke up in a cold, dark, concrete room. "Well, guess that didn't work out as planned…" You mumbled to yourself, or so you thought.

"Really? You thought a bunch of cops in blue jeans could stop me? I've been hunting you for months. Along with the others. But you. You were my challenge. I memorized everything about you. Your favorite breakfast, your confidants, what time you call your family. Lovely little folks, by the way. And then you thought you could hideaway in that pathetic little Richard Grayson's apartment. The only reason I didn't take you then is because I didn't want to. What kind of challenge would that be? That would have diminished everything!" He carefully stepped around your chair, weaving your hair in and out of his fingers, until he turned to face you. "But now, here you are! My masterpiece! My coup d'etat!" His lips forced their way to yours. "Don't worry, my sweet. I'll take my time with you. After all, the grand finale demands perfection!" The crazed man turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving you with your own horrific thoughts.

It felt like hours had gone by before he returned. When he walked in, his eyes went immediately to your wrists and fingernails, which were now bloodied beyond recognition. "Now I wish you hadn't done that. Blood does not make for a spectacular fossilization." He walked around and surveyed the damage. "I guess it was to be expected though. After all, it wouldn't be fun without the challenge."

"You know, you keep saying that this is some big challenge, yet you gassed me and then tied me up. That doesn't seem like you are really challenging yourself."

"Simple-minded fool! Challenges are not always those of brute force. It took planning and timing to get you here. Those 4 snipers set up on the surrounding roofs? Had to get them out of the way. A delay in your communication device? Truly a necessity. And though you had the foresight to add a few men to the abandoned subway tunnel, they neglected to surveil the associated maintenance hatches. So you see, your perfect encapsulation proves to be quite the…" You noticed a slight furrow of his brow as the sentence broke. "Challenge. Now to finish preparing the resin!" Off he galloped, but you swore something was off. A slight change in his mood.

You heard several loud bangs before your captor fell backward through the door. Nightwing loomed over his grisly body. Then his eyes shot up towards you.

"I'm okay." The words were forced from your throat. With those two small words, Nightwing glared down towards the man and began throwing punch after punch. "STOP! Please!" You screamed out the words, shocked at the vigilante's ferocity. Nightwing's eyes slowly shifted towards you. It was as if a twinge of pain ran its way through his body as he crept towards you. Once close enough, his hands carefully cradled your face until finally, he spoke.

"I don't know what I would have done without you. Why did you do something so stupid?" You could tell he wanted to say the words out of anger, yet a euphoric aura surrounded them instead.

Still confused, you began to answer as he unbound your wrists and ankles. "He wasn't going to give up. This was our chance to catch him…"

"I would've found another way!" The words burst out of him louder than expected. Nightwing let out a sigh as he helped you out of the chair.

"Alright, Dick, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a reaction...nothing. Worried he didn't hear you, you pushed the point further. "Guess I should be glad you weren't in court long."

Dick stopped in his tracks, finally realizing his mistake. "I…uh…left early." As the two of you got outside, there were a dozen cop cars already swarming the area. Two of the officers came up to meet you.

"Detective! Are you alright? What happened?!" The first began to raddle off questions, but Dick quickly deflected.

"You can find out later. I'm taking her to the hospital. Your man is inside, unconscious."

"I can still talk ya'know…" You mumbled as the officer ran off to inform the others of the new information.

"Yeah, but then you'd try to convince me not to take you to the hospital. And that's not going to happen. But don't worry, the captain is on his way there now. You'll get to regale the entire course of events with him."

It was almost scary how well he knew you. "You'll stay too?" The simple question caused an oversize grin to spread across his face, but all he did was simply nod.

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wistfulrat · 3 years

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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[the soft boi list is here and truly i’m not surprised this rec is going to be the longest bc if there’s one thing a bitch is going to do, it’s yearn.

as always! if you love a fic, follow the authors, leave kudos & comments, send them nice msgs bc free art is still labor xoxo]

part 3: soft bois

mood: for when I need respite, a balm to the all-consuming shittiness of life

includes: fluff, comfort, low-stakes, slow-burn fics. a wistful look, a rainy morning, an unexpected grace, a stupidly disarming joke. i could live inside these fics. the smallness of human lives removed from the site of that which hurts & irreparably changes. the story-equivalent of a deep breath after a long day. pregnant silences & pensive mundanity & shy smiles. banter with bite but without the cruelty. the color lavender. weirdly whimsical. soft fics are not necessarily conflict-averse (no drarry fic rly can be, considering the context) but, they offer the reader a generous distance from the initial harm. they’re the quiet cleaning up after a storm. sometimes healing is an exacting surgical knife and other times it’s a slow scabbing. you read these fics to be reassured that the way forward is not always ruthless. and honestly?? they deserve a semblance of peace godDAMmit.

The Way Down by @letteredlettered - 65k - T “and I thought that if someone talked to you as though you were a human being you might—maybe you could act like one” --the way i think about this line daily. the characterization of draco in this fic is one my favorites bc he’s earnest and neurotic and tired of harry’s shit. which is to say, he cares so so much. and harry doesn’t know what to do with that bc he’s got a monster in his chest and lives as a recluse. but they both humanize each other in ways no one else can. “you’re just a person” has to be some kind of drarry ethics of belonging and it makes me CRY. -

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by @greaseonmymouth and dustmouth - 96k - T “Maybe it’s not about deserving it? Maybe you just get to have it anyway. . .I’m allowing myself to want something and to let myself have it and to fight for it.” --harry runs a daycare and also works at a library. draco spends a lot of time in said library. they bond over sci-fi books and therapy anecdotes and quiet philosophical conversations held over cafeteria soup. and harry’s struggling to understand his asexuality. draco’s learning how to live with anxiety and depression. they both want to be deserving of love. incredible fic with beautiful art by dustmouth. -

Open for Repairs by @drarrytrash - 35k - T “A few leaves rustle in the gutter and the muggle world pays no mind to them, to two lost boys holding on for dear life.” --all of their fics feel exactly like this. like you’ve been allowed to look at something private, tender, unexpected. draco, known abba fan, is a repairman in the muggle world & harry can’t stop breaking thrifted things in order to see him? say less, i'm thERE. also “I think I have a crush on you” goddddd - other faves by them: Counting Down By Ten - 2k - T: draco’s stepped outside of the party for a smoke. harry follows him bc of course he does. i could read this 100 times and not get tired of it. - Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon - 36k - E: FUCKING HILARIOUS I CACKLED THROUGH THE WHOLE THING. draco’s wolfy problem and harry helping him and harry being flustered by how much he likes draco and draco’s hot heroic moment. shutup it’s perfect. “He almost asks if Draco ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit all the time, but he knows that he, personally, never ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit.” and “It’s the traumas,” Harry says gravely” --lines that live rent free in my head -

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks by seefin - 70k - E “That was the only logical thing to do here, wasn’t it? It was the next step, it was the end of hurting each other and the beginning of the exact opposite.” --harry lives with luna and neville and also he dreams about the future sometimes? and he keeps running into draco. draco thinks this is sus as hell, until he doesn’t. feat. taxi rides, museums, cinemas, rooftop conversations beneath a lunar eclipse, mid-sex innocuous banter, draco and harry discussing nicki minaj. this fic charmed my ass off. seefin writes the most effortlessly hilarious dialogues. i smiled at my phone like an idiot at least 7 times. - other faves by them: Wild - 93k - E: “he liked feeling needed, for the things that he was needed for back at the house in Ireland. For cooking and gardening and driving. Easy things.” --this shit makes me cry it’s so good. harry lives in Ireland with these three brilliant, hilarious, wandless witches and draco’s a potions student who's come to study under one of the housemates and the boys have so much shit to work through but their love becomes so tender and honest. draco yells at harry a lot and harry lets him and they both keep each other grounded in something real and fuCK. - Divination for Dickheads - 7k - G: “I’m terrible at having crushes. I’ve never played anything cool a day in my life.” -- oh harry, we knOW. a bus ride, a fortune teller, an aquarium birthday party. god i love this fic. -

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic - 61k - E “But we’ve worked so hard at this, haven’t we? Yeah, I know it’s a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. We’re friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?" --the steady blossoming of their friendship in this fic is so goddamn beautiful i want to yell. it’s draco and harry learning to trust each other and the whole thing unfolds so slowly, in this whimsical mix of london streets, wizarding politics, church halls feat. a Hot vicar, and a magical antique shop owner who’s married to literal poseidon?? goD the environment of this fic. immaculate. [also there’s a tender shower scene that makes me cry every single fucking time so if you read this fic pls dm me so we can be embarrassing about it together tbh] -

Nice Things by aideomai - 22k - M “He kept waiting for the weird shock of touch to not knock him clean out of his head, leave him quiet and warm and happy.” --8th year. harry forms an unlikely friendship with draco that begins with smoking weed on a windowsill. harry is touch-starved and draco touches him like he touches all his close friends - like it’s easy. the quiet affection in this fic, the way harry burrows himself into touch bc he’s been without it for his entire life. reading this is like being held. -

Running On Air by @tinyhistory - 74k - T “do you remember when we were eleven?” --alexa play coldplay’s the scientist it’s sad girl hours and we’re about to fucking yearn. you’ve seen this fic rec on every drarry list under the sun and i'm here to be redundant. the hype is so goddamn real. this story is a lyrical masterpiece held together by lines that act as refrains that will rattle around your brain until you die, probably. draco’s been missing for 3yrs. harry goes to find him. it’s their odyssey of homecoming. -

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken - 12k - T “But Draco, Draco was everything but boring. Draco made sitting in the rain watching an empty house fun.” --auror partners pining and draco being eccentric and harry being very earnestly gay about draco’s eccentricities!! god this fic is so genuinely fun skskd feat. undercover missions, murderous faeries, a book heist, a stunning navy dress, harry’s eyelashes. -

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by @thistle-verse - 14k - T “Draco is about to say something else— to thank Potter for what he’d done, however poorly— but Harry is smiling at him again, and it’s so soft and perfect that Draco holds in any inadequate words, lest he spoil it.” --draco collects tea cozies and of course harry has the one he wants. the sad and tender gays are at it again feat. conversations in the rain at a train station, melancholy Blaise, muggle photos, wizarding e-bay, the Dursleys. -

Helix by Saras_Girl - 92k - E “Draco sighs in his sleep and Harry clings on to consciousness, needing to hold on, to give this tiny, insignificant moment the attention it deserves” --I think maybe you can describe every soft Saras_Girl story as giving tiny, insignificant moments the attention they deserve. like, this is an 8th year fic about snails and it’s full of whimsy, grief, compassion, and easy humor. an absolute must-read author in this genre if you want languorous, episodic fics full of distinct OCs and affectionate creatures. - other faves by them: Light up the Night Sky - 98k - M “Draco, sometimes you make my head feel like soup” --the one where harry is a fireworks artist and has a pet chameleon named ken. draco is on the wizarding arts council. they both pine like hell. - Headlights in the Snow - 71k - M “they stare at each other in silence, Harry’s heart beating so loud in his chest that he thinks the biddies must be able to hear it over the sound of their card game.” --the one where draco drives the knight bus and carts around the biddy club, a group of rambunctious old ladies who knit and drink tea and gossip. harry can’t help but fall in love with the everything about this. -

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 - 38k - T “Harry’s heavy thoughts lift at the sight, like dark clouds blown away from the sun by the wind. The tent doesn’t feel so cramped and stifling now. It feels cozy. And safe. It’s the same feeling that Harry gets when he’s at the Burrow for Sunday roasts, when a group of people who care for each other deeply are crammed into too-small a space.” --harry wanders to the lovegood house on a sunday afternoon. he’s baffled to see that luna’s taken pansy, greg, and draco under her wing. what follows is a summer of forest walks, scavenger hunts, gardening, water fights, odd cakes, faerie rings, and picnics. so many picnics. i love the pace of this fic, the innocent return to childhood things, the way luna brings out the best in all her friends. reluctantly soft slytherins are just *chefs kiss*!! -

Going Postal (A 125pg comic) by dustmouth - T what. a. beautiful. ass. comic. the wizarding fashion, the textures, the character design!! harry travels a lot for his job as a resourcer. draco works in the regulations dept. they pine like a bunch of lovesick idiots via field report notes. god i love dustmouth’s art. -

All the Earnest Young Men by @tepre - 29k - E “Draco is twenty-seven layers of personality wrapped up in drama and humour, and a wit so sharp it still stings when he doesn’t see it coming. But there is something below that, too. Something that makes Harry ache just looking at him.” --the way i would lay down my little life for tepre’s characterization of draco, whom invented the word earnest. he’s a magical art theory expert and portraits are disappearing all over London and harry’s the auror assigned to this case. and well. they’re both so very avoidant about how gay they are for each other and it’s like!! shutup and kiss!! which they do in fact, shutup and kiss. -

Trenches by sara_holmes - 3k - M “Somewhere in the distant part of his mind that hasn't frozen solid, he thinks that maybe he and Draco are about to become more than auror partners, smoking buddies, wine-mates and co-inhabitants of a snow filled trench somewhere in western Scotland.” --the plot line here is literally “it’s cold and i need a fucking cigarette” but let me tell you how I never tire of the shared loaded-silences of two emotionally repressed gays. -

The Years Before Love by lomonaaeren - 13k - M “That’s one of the meanings of peace, he thinks, as Hermione hugs him...That he can do things slowly, softly, without worrying that they won’t be there tomorrow.” --andromeda taking harry under her wing and harry finding solace in teddy. narcissa and draco showing up and the tentative relationships that slowly develop in the quiet calm of andromeda’s house. found families and kisses in the snow and special xmas gifts ugh what’s not to love -

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy - 35k - M “I want this to be a house where people are welcome, where they don’t have to be any one way or another” --in which harry collects lost things--owls, best friends, inept bakers, potions experimenters--and turns the mausoleum that is grimmauld place into a home. feat. your fave drarry tropes like shared-beds and reluctant waltzing partners. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry fic rec #drarry fic #soft drarry #OK FINE I RAMBLED BUT WHAT DID WE EXPECT #alexa play futile devices

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tamakissimp · 3 years

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headcanons: their crush giving them a compliment

BAKUGO:

He isn't used to people being kind to him

Most people cower away at the sounds of his voice

So when you came and told him how you thought his "voice was beautiful" he was shocked

His thoughts were going crazy. Almost like his brain stopped working for a second

"Say that again," Bakugo huffs out. The anger laced through his voice makes you regret ever even saying the words. Your shoulders start to shake as his crimson eyes stare into yours. "Say it!".

You close your eyes as you flinch away from him. "I-I just thought...that y-your voice is. Well, it's, um. It sounds good. " you say. You open your eyes again to see that his features have softened up. "Well, not good. I mean, I like your voice. It sounds...pretty? Yeah and it's, you know, nice and...raspy? I'll shut up now.". You stop your rambling words after you saw his shocked eyes.

Bakugo doesn't say anything. You thought that his voice sounds nice. You liked the raspiness of it that he got as a side effect of his constant yelling, something that he hated about his voice. His awkwardly scratches his forearm as he tries to come up with the right words to say. "Thanks...dumbass," he says. A smile twitches at the sides of your lips. You nod at him before quickly walking away from him. Goddammit, why did you make him so nervous?

KAMINARI:

He basks in your compliments.

Though he puts up the act over the "overly confident cocky guy", he is secretly super insecure and is constantly doubting himself.

So if you, his crush of all people, compliment him then you bet your sweet little ass that he will be over the moon.

He'll be a blushing, stuttering mess.

"You-You what?" Denki asks. His flirty smirk falls off his face and a shocked look replaces it. You shrug at him. His mouth goes dry and all the flirty remarks or horrible pick-up lines he would normally throw at people leave his mind.

"I think you're funny. I mean, not in a mean way," you say. You look at his face to try and see if there is any spark of disgust of discomfort on it. But your nerves are eased when you see his trademark smile spread over his lips again. "Your jokes, or pick-up lines or whatever, they're-they're...good?". You look down at the ground, cheeks heating up and a smile pulling at your lips.

"Really now?" Denki says before leaning against the wall next to him. He puts on a calm and cool act but internally he is freaking out. You, the person he has the biggest crush ever on, is complimenting him. "Sounds to me like you want me to tell you more.". You shrug at his words.

"Maybe I do.". He's shocked at your words, though he doesn't let it show. You like his horrible pick-up lines. The ones that others laugh at and pick on him for. You like them. Kaminari smirks at you before gently laying his middle and pointer finger underneath your chin. He pushes your head up slightly so that you're looking him in the eyes. He smiles as he sees you squirm under his flirtatious gaze. "I might have to pin you to the wall, 'cuz damn, you're a masterpiece," Denki says in a low and growly voice.

Kaminari lays a hand on your hip and softly turns you around, Changing positions with you. This way, your back is pressed against the wall with one of his arms resting against the wall next to your head. The other is resting on your hip. "I think I'll do it right now," he says before leaning closer towards you.

TODOROKI:

Shoto and affection? Unlikely

So if you even show him the tiniest bit of kindness and affection he will be wiped for you

That's not to say that he'll show it. No, he'll keep his stoic, business face on.

But cheeks will flush and heat up. He'll stumble of his words slightly and follow you around for the rest of the day.

Shoto remains silent. You're words keep ringing through his head. You're handsome. He keeps his eyes on you, expecting you to burst out in laughs and tell him it's a prank. But you don't. You keep standing there, right in front of him, waiting for him to reply. "You don't have to say anything back," you say, finally breaking the awkward silence hanging between you. "I'll just...go now.".

You turn to leave but Shoto grabs your wrist, effectively keeping you in place. His hand is surprisingly warm and feels so damn good against your skin. Shoto simply shakes his head. "Please don't," he says. "Just give me a moment.". You nod. He releases your wrist from his grasp thought he quickly regrets doing so, immediately yearning for your touch.

"You're handsome too," Shoto says. Confusion spreads over your face. Shoto quickly shakes his head. It’s weird to see Shoto stumbling over his words so much. Even more when he’s clearly flustered. His hands shakes and cheeks the same colour as his hair while his features are emotionless. "Beautifull, I mean. Well, that sounds wrong. You're just really hot. In a respectfull way! You....I just like you.". Due to his word vomit, Shoto hasn't even realized his confession until you broke your gaze away from his. "O god," he whispers. "I just said that, didn't I?".

TAMAKI:

Pour anxious baby. He wouldn't be able to say a single word

He can't even hold a normal conversation with you so if you compliment him he'll most likely just press his head against either a wall or his desk

He wants to compliment you back but he brain has just given up

You'll most likely receive a note written in shaky letters with an explanation for his behaviour since Tamaki definitely won't be able to say it to your face

Tamaki forgets how to breathe. His body starts to shake and his mind runs through a thousand different scenarios in which he can ruin this moment. Though your soft features normally bring him comfort, now they bring him even more anxiety. You see his reaction and quickly lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. He tenses under your touch, though it brings him a weird sense of comfort. "You don't have to say anything back," you say softly.

He nods, squeezing his eyes shut. He turns out of your touch and slams his head against the wall behind him. He stays there, forehead resting against the cold stone wall while he tries to keep himself from combusting on the spot. You move to stand next to him. "Do you want me to leave?". Tamaki shakes his head. You mumble a soft 'okay'.

A comfortable silence hangs between you two for a while. You're both just enjoying the presence of each other. Well, you're enjoying it. Tamaki is gathering up the courage to say something back to you. "I.......I like your hair," he says. Embarrassment washes through him once he has said the words out loud. It isn't until he hears you giggle that he dares to open his eyes. "Thank you.".

KIRISHIMA:

Please give him compliments

He loves them. Especially if you call him manly

He'll just smile at you and ask for more

Really, please just shower him in words of affirmation

Kirishima stays quiet for a moment, his smile still lingering on his lips. You think he's hot. You all of the people think he's hot. "Yeah that it. And, um. You're very manly," you say while switching between looking at the ground and Kirishima's twinkling eyes. His heart almost combusts right then and there. His smile grows and he leans in towards you.

"You think I'm manly?" he asks, excitement dripping off every word. You nod. Without think, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a tight hug. The feeling of your body pressed against his just feels too good. The warmth coming off your body feels heavenly. You bask in it for a moment before he pulls away again. "Sorry, I should have asked. That wasn't very manly of me.".

You quickly shake your head. "No, I don't mind. Your hugs are nice. You're a good hugger," you say. Kirishima's heart skips a beat at your words. "You're, um. You're nice and...tall? And muscly and stuff so yeah, you give good hugs.". If you give him anymore compliments, he's sure he'll have a heart attack. Though he won't mind.

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arya-skywalker · 3 years

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We Break Down and We Break Through (Sanders Sides fanfic)

Post episode (WTIT)

Summary: Virgil goes to check on Remus in the dark side of the mind palace, worried about the latter despite himself. Things get a bit chaotic.

Notes: just a fun little thing to celebrate the recent episode

TW: allergic reaction, tentacles

AO3 Link

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Virgil took a deep breath as he approached the door to the dark side of the mind palace, gripping a spray bottle of soap just in case Remus tried anything. It didn’t hurt to be prepared. He opened the door and stepped inside, blinking as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the void.

“Remus? Are you down here?” he called.

Something moved in the darkness.

Shit.

“I just want to talk, alright? And I’m willing to listen. Just—“ He froze when he accidentally kicked something down the stairs, starting a chain reaction of sorts.

Virgil ducked, just in time to dodge something splatting on the wall behind him. Probably something dead, but he really didn’t want to think about it. “Remus!”

Remus’s laugh echoed off the walls. “Welcome home, emo!”

Virgil rubbed his face, then gave up and flicked a flashlight on, carefully watching his step as he made it down the rest of the stairs to the dark sides commons. It was a mess. Far worse than he remembered. “Remus? Come out, please.”

“I’m gay!”

“Yeah, I know that. I meant, like step into the light? I know you’re down here somewh—”

Remus suddenly jumped out from behind a corner and screamed bloody murder, lights flickering on and off like haunted strobe lights.

Virgil hissed and stumbled backwards, spraying the soap on reflex.

Remus screamed again— this time in agony. “SOAP! Goddammit you know I’m allergic, you bitch! Fuck you!”

“Shit! I panicked! Don’t scare me like that!”

“Ow ow ow! Get it off! MOTHERF—“

“I’ll help you rinse it off and put some lotion on if you swear not to play tricks on me today,” Virgil said, trying to calm himself and Remus. “Besides, barely any of it got on you.”

After a long string of curses, Remus relented. “Oh fiiiiine!” Then he grinned and snapped off his clothing.

Virgil facepalmed, making sure not to look below Remus’s torso. “Just the shirt off! Put your pants back on.”

Remus stuck out his tongue. “Party pooper!” But he snapped his pants on.

Virgil rolled his eyes and followed Remus to the bathroom. “Sorry about the soap,” he muttered, turning the water on and grabbing a washcloth.

Remus lay on the dirty floor, sprawled out with his limbs at odd angles. “I’m dyyyyying!” he whined.

Virgil sighed and knelt next to him, making a mental note to take a long shower once he got back to the light side. “This might sting a bit,” he warned, dabbing at the soap to try to get it off without spreading it more. “Stay still.” Remus’s skin was already turning a nasty red where the soap had touched it.

Remus remained miraculously still as Virgil worked, whining and grumbling but not getting in the way. After the soap was off, Virgil added some anti-itch lotion, hoping it wouldn’t make things worse. “Alright.... how’s that?”

“I’m aliiiive!” Remus rose from the floor like a zombie from the grave— arms extended and everything.

“Great! That’s good,” Virgil said, stifling a laugh and giving an awkward thumbs up.

Remus cackled. “C’mon admit it, that was funny!”

“Better then your usual antics, sure,” Virgil replied.

Remus latched onto him like a demonic koala. “You’re staying, right?” His mustache tickled Virgil’s cheek.

Virgil stumbled before catching his balance. “I.... for a little bit. A few hours at most.”

“Let’s watch a horror movie!” Remus grinned at him.

A smile tugged at Virgil’s lips. “Alright. One movie. As long as it’s more spooky than slasher.”

“You got it emo!”

~*~

“So.... what was all that about? With Thomas yesterday?” Virgil asked after the movie was over.

“Ugh, you too? Gross.”

“Usually when you lash out like that, there’s a reason. So....? What’s up? Do you not like Nico or something?”

Remus shrugged, polishing his morningstar. “Nico’s sexy. Thomathy should fuck him before things go to shit.”

“But you didn’t send Thomas anything like that—“

“You’re right! I should go do that right now!” Remus grinned and hopped to his feet, starting to sink out.

Virgil quickly grabbed his arm. “Oh no you don’t! That’s not what I meant and you know it. We’re going to use our words and get to the bottom of what’s wrong. Got it?” He tugged Remus closer, trying to get the other side to look at him.

Remus pouted. “What if I don’t wanna?”

“I still have the soap,” Virgil warned, but he desperately hoped he wouldn’t need it again.

“You wouldn’t!”

“I might.”

Remus grumbled and practically melted to the floor— but at least he wasn’t trying to sink out. Virgil sighed and sat next to him, letting go of his arm.

After a few long minutes, Remus spoke. “It’s your job to worry about what Thomas should worry about. It’s my job to take those worries and create disturbing masterpieces!”

“Yes, but...”

Remus snickered. “Butt!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Look, you’re right— it’s my job to worry. That means I worry about... well, everyone.” He rubbed his arms.

Remus blinked one eye after the other. “Everyone?”

“Yeah. Which includes you, dumbass,” Virgil muttered, lightly punching Remus’s shoulder.

“Awwwww you do care!” Remus tackled him in a hug.

Virgil yelped upon being knocked over, but hugged back, blushing under his foundation. “Ugh don’t get all mushy about it,” he grumbled.

Remus released his tentacles and wrapped them around Virgil. “Like this?” he teased.

Virgil sighed in exasperation. “Whatever,” he muttered.

They remained that way for some time, curled into each other’s embrace. “I missed you, emo,” Remus finally said.

Virgil smiled wanly. “Yeah? I missed you, too.” A moment later, something clicked into place, and Virgil adjusted position to look up at Remus. “You’re lonely down here,” he said, somewhere between a statement and a question.

“No shit.” Remus gestured vaguely towards the orange door in the distance. “He isn’t great for conversation. Fighting, sure, he’s brutal as fuck and good for getting the blood pumping, but he doesn’t listen to a thing I say.”

Virgil bit his lip. “I thought D— Janus was visiting you?”

Remus shrugged. “He’s been spending more time up there. Busy little snake. Good for him.”

“Do you... uh... want me to visit? Sometimes?” Virgil asked. “I mean we had a bit of a rough start today, but after that it wasn’t so bad.”

Remus grinned ear to ear and leaped to his feet, spinning Virgil around. “We’ll have so much fun!”

#sanders sides #aryaskywalker writes #sanders sides fanfic #platonic dukexiety #virgil sanders #remus sanders #tw tentacles #tw allergic reaction #post episode fic

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blushing-starker · 3 years

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Of sleeping angels and forgetful lovers

im back y'all, enjoy

Tony slips between the billowing curtains, careful to make his arrival as silent as possible: there is an angel slumbering just a few feet away and God help whoever awakens them with anything less than a kiss and sweet murmurs.

Not wanting to be struck down by another celestial deity twice in a millennia, he carefully maneuvers around the scattered objects on the marble floor; a low table straining under the weight of scrolls, thick manuscripts and what honestly seems to be a stone tablet; a few chests clumsily tipped over, gold, silk and fragrance oil bottles spilling from them luxuriously. Surprisingly enough, Tony has to avoid staining four lace dresses thrown on the floor.

Poor thing. Any admirer of the creature basking inside this chamber should have known better. It's an insult to even suggest a holy being should disgrace themselves by wearing anything lesser than silk or pure gossamer. Ignorant gnat is probably swimming in the underground by now.

Still. It would be rude to tarnish a gift that isn't his to rip apart and incinerate. His lover would take pleasure in doing that himself. So he moves his body to the side, inhaling sharply when the wind shifts a garment closer to his dusty lower half. Oh, he'd get back at the wind god after this.

To honestly believe he's ancient and unable to persevere under the childish attack, how ridiculous. The offending yard and a half of pink lace (angels tended to take up more space than human minds could comprehend, but the ones who liked to roam the Earth often diminished their size; his paramour would never dress in something that large with an altered body. He's self conscious of his low stature as it is.) flies overhead and he muffles a snicker. Asshole wind god can't calculate how much strength to use.

Finally, he's at the bed. Home at last. And then the wind blasts through the chamber and he picks up the smell. Dried blood, decomposing flesh, something musky and tangible in the air. After that comes the sound. A deep rasp, powerful and similarly fear inducing as a lightning storm amidst the sea. It's a warning growl Tony had ignored, once, an uncountable number of years before. He counts them now, hastily and quickly, because surely his nemesis has grown tired and. Well. Not slow, but certainly slower in that long expanse of time. Just as he had. Fuck.

The beast appears, a vengeful mass of writhing smoke and viridescent ash hovering near the side of the bed he's currently trapped against. His lover disliked it when he brought war to the chamber, said it reminded him of harsher times and a dying Tony; he had left his knives and whip with his second in command, had gone so far for his beloved as to purge the poison from his body. (Listen. Listen. A shit ton of years past, a moron tried to eat him. Actually hoisted him on a spit before he woke up and strangled the fucker. So what if he has poison coursing through his veins to defend himself, it's not that nonsensical.)

From the grey and green smoke, a dark head emerges. And another. And another. And four fucking others and why hadn't his lover mentioned anything, why hadn't he warned Tony of the very amused looking, incredibly spiteful monster currently hissing at him? He has no arms here, the chamber's strongest weapon was currently dozing on a six feet wide bed, soft snores muffled against fluffy pillows. Oh, if his father could see him now, facing death at the hands of his enemy rather than bring his partner back from the golden fields of dreams.

Technically, he's facing the many headed beast in favor of facing his darling, a much more wrathful creature, but his father need not know that.

Death looms closer, is rearing its ugly heads and flaunting the seven inch fangs that will most likely shred him to pieces. There are ruby droplets splattered on the neck of the monster and ah, there's the ignorant admirer. At least he won't be devoured hungrily. Granted, he will definitely be devoured slowly and tortuously no matter what.

As his vision is swarmed by the huge monstrosity, Tony thinks of his beloved. Of his soft, brown hair. A little long, a little curly and always brushed aside uselessly. (There is one lock he particularly enjoys playing with because it never grows enough to be tucked back. It often annoys his lover, but he adores that stray curl.) Soft cheeks, tinted rosy during the chilly winters, a healthy tan when summer sweeps in. Lips softer and more colorful than a rose. Dimples. They appear and he's tripping in love all over, stumbling after his lover's affection just to see the two indentations on the side of his mouth.

His body is a masterpiece, graceful and as elegant as a star. Tony adores subtle, enjoys the fine curve of his paramour's neck, takes pride in making shapely thighs tremble beneath his worshipful mouth, is set on fire when the sweetest sighs and loveliest moans slip from bruised lips. All he needs in this life is to bring happiness to his companion. And, he supposes, he has, so death won't be a complete tragedy. Although, Tony would have liked to see his beloved's eyes one last time. They shone like amber, like the heady drink the humans call whiskey.

Once, when he was shy and his darling was unsure of his intentions, he had blurted out a confession under an apple tree, words spilling, spilling, going so fast that breath abandoned his chest.

"Your eyes are like star fire. Like the sun left the sky to shine inside you. It's amazing, something so beautiful I can believe in life again. How could I not when someone as lovely as you exists so gracefully?"

They had stood there, tree branches creaking overhead, leaves drifting down slowly and bees sluggishly swimming through the air in search of flowers and the ichor of life. His companion had blinked at him and then smiled, slow and sweet and pure. Whatever breath remained in his lungs was stolen, vanished without a trace. Tony had been a goner ever since.

He thinks of that time now and discovers that he is not afraid of death. After all, his lover could simply visit him in the fields of the dead, what, with being the Angel of Death, and everything.

The hydra leans back, prepares the killing blow and he thinks, Peter.

A whisper of movement, the growl of the beast; he's ready, he's going to meet his fate head on and not falter and-

A warm hand scoops him up. He tentatively opens his eyes, is met by a bleary pair much prettier than those this body has. There is amusement there, tangled with fondness and love. It's such a beautiful sight that he melts, sinks deeper into the cradle holding him up to Peter's pillow marked face. He always had a thing for his lover's hands; they could kill with just a hint of touch, but they only ever brought Tony to life.

"Anthony," oh, to hear that teasing sigh, to be given the gift of that music, "did you forget you were in your snake body again?"

Embarrassed, he dips his head, agile tongue flickering into the air to taste Peter's affection as a distraction from the flush valiantly trying to survive in his cool cheeks. The angel before him giggles, grins at him before stroking his scaly head gently.

"You forgot about your body and the fact that Milos here is, like, three inches smaller than you when you stand up?" Tony grumbles, slithers across Peter's wrist and forearm. His lover just sighs, rolls over in bed and lets him travel all the way up to the base of a long neck. He loves Peter's entire body, of course, but this is the perfect spot to settle into while he's in this form. Lightly, because it's rude to tease him, goddammit, he's the fallen angel, not a stable boy, he nips at Peter's hair, pulls at a few strands until Peter halfheartedly swats at him.

"Just because I can revive you doesn't mean I won't kill you, Tones. I've got a hundred," his beloved yawns, drags a blanket over the both of them, "and fifty four souls to pick up in the afternoon. I can squeeze you in among them and nobody would know." A lie, obviously. His best friend James would know. The rest is true, Peter would kill him if he called on him again while it was nap time, even if it was an accident.

Thing is, now that Milos is brooding in the corner of the bedchamber and some good ten feet away from him, Tony has no need to call on his angel. Why would he, when he's right by his side? Just as he always has. Just as he always will.

With snake lives saved and fates changed, the first fallen angel and the Angel of Death fall into a deep slumber; tail and hands wrapped around each other, as it should be.

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #angel!peter #fallen angel!tony #sweet and fluffy yall #sophie writes #i need to at least write one #snake!tony #for the giggles

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mypunkpansexualtwin · 3 years

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Pegoryu week 2021 is here and I have two whole entries that are gonna be done on time! The rest will happen, I promise, they'll just be late.

Anyways! the fic is under the cut and the link is in the reblogs as per usual. Hope y'all enjoy!

“Man, y’know you don’t hafta let Ann bully you like that, right?” Ryuji whispered over to Akira and reached for the flower poking out of his hair. To his surprise, Aki actually batted his hand away with a huff and tucked the thing a little more tightly behind his ear.

“First off, I do have to let Ann bully me. And then I bully back. That’s just what our friendship is,” he explained, not bothering to lower his voice while the girls were off getting more drinks. Not that it woulda made much difference, he was a pretty quiet guy even when he was being obnoxious. Usually. Ryuji cringed as Aki noisily sipped the meltwater from the bottom of his glass and held up a second finger. “Second, I like flowers, thank you very much. And thirdly,” almost against his will, Ryuji’s eyes tracked the swipe of Akira’s tongue across his lower lip as it shifted the straw from one corner of his mouth to the other before he continued, “red’s my color.” Ryuji swallowed.

“Y-yeah. D’you gotta chew your straw like that, dude? It’s kinda... gross.” Gross. That was the word he was trying to hold onto in his brain with both damn hands. Gross. It was gross, dammit. The straw chewing and the obnoxious slurping were habits that usually grated on his brain worse than a Metaverse confusion-and-psychic-attack double whammy. Today, though? Today he barely noticed it, he was too distracted. Maybe it was the heat or the jet lag, or the fact that seeing all these American girls with bikinis and curves that made Ann look downright bland by comparison meant that his brain had glued itself into the gutter. The fact that he almost never saw Akira with his glasses off sure as hell wasn’t helping either, considering the damn things had to be for everyone else’s sake. Under the scruffy nerd look Akira Kurusu was as much of a damn pretty-boy as Yusuke Kitagawa or that asshole Akechi with those effin’ eyes. That was an objective fact that even a guy as straight as Ryuji could see. Hell, if it weren’t for the glasses he’d probably be Shujin’s favorite bad boy--regardless of which way any of the students swung--instead of Ryuji’s fellow delinquent outcast. This wasn’t news to him, but for some damn reason something was different today.

Today, some goddamn wire got crossed in Ryuji’s brain and he kinda wanted to beat its ass. Today, he’d lost track of how many times he’d caught himself staring at those stupidly long eyelashes that any of Ann’s coworkers would kill to have, and the way they cast soft shadows over those perfectly smooth cheeks. Or the way Akira’s usually dark grey eyes looked almost silver in the sunlight. Or how they’d crinkle just a little at the corners when he smiled that soft little hint of a smile that already did weird, mushy things to Ryuji’s guts on a normal day. Or the way his lips were just a little fuller than either of the girls’ were but just as soft-looking. Ryuji wondered if maybe he used some kind of lip balm or something, but one without any color. If it didn’t have any color, would it at least have a flavor--

...Anyways.

Ryuji had decided to blame it on that damn flower. Akira stared at him, a little confused, the straw still resting on his lower lip as he breathed out a quiet, “huh?” Then he glanced down at his mostly empty drink and then frowned sheepishly as the realization hit him. “Oh! Sorry, I know that drives you crazy.” Oh right, Ryuji had asked a question and had already forgotten. Akira set the glass on the table next to where Ann had given up and dropped the other hibiscus she’d been hellbent on putting in Ryuji’s hair. He had enough time to grimace at the sad, mangled end of the straw--and the thoughts his traitorous, overcooked brain conjured up about where it had just been--before Aki reached out, swiped the other flower, and tucked it next to the other behind his ear.

If Yusuke were there (because that was what Ryuji needed, more clueless pretty-boys punching holes in his sanity), he’d have his hands up in that finger-frame thing he always did when he was planning out a painting in his brain. The artist would be ready and raring to try and turn Akira into his latest masterpiece... that he’d end up bitching about not being good enough to capture right a week later. That wouldn’t be Yusuke’s fault though, Akira was just weird like that; in every picture of him he just looked like Some Dude, like a background character in his own life, Guy With Glasses #3 or something. But right now, right in front of Ryuji he looked… compelling, or some shit like that. Pretty as a damn painting that you couldn’t help but stare at for a while and contemplate your life, ‘cause that was easier than tryin’ to understand what was in front of you.

“Seriously, Aki?” Ryuji sighed at the second blossom now peeking out of Akira’s unruly frizz. He shoulda kept his damn mouth shut, let Akira keep chewing on his damn straw and drive him crazy in the annoying way and not… whatever this was. It had to be the heat. Ryuji was secretly dying of heatstroke, that had to be it.

“Red. Is. My. Color.” Akira crossed his arms and pouted, and Ryuji had to bite back a laugh at how his best friend had puffed out his cheeks while he sulked. Cute, but a safe kind of cute. Like back at the buffet, in that open kind of way that made Ryuji wonder what Akira had been like as a little kid. That looked like his opening to get things back on track, back to something resembling their usual dynamic.

Ryuji cracked a grin and flicked the bottle that everyone had passed around earlier. “Yeah? That why you didn’t put any sunscreen on, you gonna be the first guy to pull off havin’ a sunburn?” Akira deflated slightly, then snatched the bottle off the table and-- Oh goddammit.

That had backfired spectacularly. Genius move, Sakamoto. You can’t quit ogling your best friend like some kinda weirdo, why don’t you convince him to oil himself up! That’ll help! Effin’ brilliant. Ryuji hastily turned around in his chair and fixed his eyes on the shoreline. He occupied himself with trying to guess how quickly he could sprint to the ocean, and for once he hoped that the water would be cold cold. The girls walking by, all dressed in bikinis that’d look small on skinny little Futaba and were probably held onto those insane curves with more wishful thinking than fabric, might as well have been invisible to him. Since he had apparently pissed off god or something, all he could think about was Akira, very intentionally just outside the edge of his vision, slathering his chest in sunscreen. His incredibly flat chest; if he’d at least had enough bulk on him to have pecs or something, that might have taken some of the sting out of his stupid brain fixating on his leader instead of any of the women who looked like they’d walked straight out of his dreams. Ryuji was gonna set those stupid flowers on fire when he got his hands on them.

He swallowed around a mouth that had gone dry and tried to break the awkward silence that had settled over them. At least, Ryuji sure as hell felt awkward, Akira was usually fine with a little quiet and didn’t seem bothered at the moment. Still, Ryuji had to do something before he went crazy. “Man, I thought Ann was impressive, but compared to these foreign ladies… eh.” Akira snorted somewhere behind him.

“I’m sure she appreciates the break from being leered at,” he deadpanned. “Do you not have anything better to do than check people out?”

Ryuji’s stomach dropped a little as he whipped back around to shoot Akira a dirty look. Sure, he’d felt pretty obvious, but he hadn’t actually been obvious about staring-- Wait. Aki meant the girls. False alarm, no need to panic. “Man, shut up. And don’t even try to tell me you don’t agree. Like, these ladies are massive, the girls back home don’t even compare!” Ryuji snapped. Someone had to be appreciating all these beach babes, otherwise what even was the point of staying out when it was so damn hot?

Akira actually paused and glanced over at Ryuji with a weird look on his face before he sighed and shook his head. “I’m not really interested, honestly.”

“Man, I am gonna rip that tongue outta your head!” Ryuji exclaimed. Seriously, all those lovely ladies going unappreciated had to be some kind of crime. An international one. It was probably too much to hope Ann or Makoto would be taking up the slack, wherever the hell they were. It was apparently definitely too much to hope that Akira would let that comment pass; even if he was quiet, the guy almost always needed the last word.

This time, it was muttered irritably under his breath. “Yeah why don’t you come take it, then?”

...What?

“What?!” Ryuji didn’t even bother turning around, he just broke down laughing. “What the hell does that even mean, dude?”

“You heard me,” Akira sounded serious, except for where the last word turned wobbly at the end. And then he dissolved into his own fit of laughter, snorting once before he continued, “I don’t even know, man. I just kinda blurted it out.” The two of them cracked up a little longer, glad to be back to something a little closer to normal--and Ryuji didn’t think Akira’s laugh was cute, it was quiet and dorky and weird, definitely not cute--before Aki caught his breath and then stretched. And sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“You alright, man?” He may not have been able to see Akira’s face with the two of them sitting facing in opposite directions, but Ryuji still caught how his leader had winced when he tried to raise his arm over his head.

Akira nodded. “Slept weird on the plane.” He rolled his shoulder again, then tossed the sunscreen to Ryuji. “At the risk of putting you in tongue-ripping range, can I ask you to get my back?” Ryuji was already up and moving his chair behind Akira, always eager to help his best friend.

“Sure thing, dude.” He had the bottle open and hovering over his hand before his brain caught up to him. Wait. Shit. Bad idea, bad bad idea! If he’d gotten all weird about Akira doing this for himself, how was Ryuji gonna survive getting his own hands involved, especially now that he was thinking about it? But he’d already agreed and if he backed out now, Akira would ask why. He sure as shit wasn’t gonna explain that.

“Earth to Ryuji?” Akira turned his head to peek back at him and… Welp. Apparently this was just Ryuji’s life now. The image of Akira looking over one bare shoulder with those damn eyes just barely visible past the flower petals, his face a little bit pink from the sun overhead, and his lips all flushed and swollen--because, oh right, when Akira didn’t have something to chew on, he’d worry at his lips instead--was seared into Ryuji’s brain. Straight or not, that picture just lived in his head now. And apparently so did about half of his blood, mostly in his face. And the other half… Again, he wondered again how cold the water was. Act natural, Sakamoto.

“Uh, sorry dude. Bottle was stopped up, I got it now!” He laughed nervously as the bottle squirted into his palm with a loud ‘pbblblblt’. Definitely no awkwardness here, no sir. Just a totally normal assist with sunscreen between bros. He was fine. He definitely wasn’t red enough in the face to look sunburnt. Deep breath. He was cool.

...God, he was gonna throw those stupid hibiscuses into the ocean. Hell, from this angle, he could probably grab them and slam them into one of the mostly-empty drinks before Akira could stop him. And Aki wouldn’t want to put them back in his hair after they were all covered in sugar water, right? It was a flawless plan. Ryuji was a damn genius.

He was just gonna finish putting on the sunscreen first, ‘cause he was courteous like that. No sense in letting Akira get a weirdly shaped sunburn because he chased Ryuji down for a couple of damn flowers. That was definitely the only reason he was still rubbing his hands down (and down and down) Akira’s back. Smooth and pale and soft, but surprisingly well muscled underneath, Akira’d been holding out on him while they were training. And those damn dimples on his lower back. Had he been wearing his trunks that low a minute ago? Ugh. Ryuji would definitely be going for a swim after this. He winced as he ran his hands back up over Akira’s shoulders.

“Shit, Aki, I think I found that knot in your neck. No wonder you couldn’t do this yourself,” he muttered and dug his thumb gently into the muscle. Akira sucked in another breath through his teeth, but tipped his head forward and let Ryuji work. The damn thing was probably about the size of a ping pong ball, and Ryuji couldn’t help but feel a little guilty every time Akira tensed up or hissed under his breath when Ryuji dug in a little too hard. And a lot guilty at the temptation to just bury his hands in his bro’s hair. But finally, after the longest two minutes of his life, the knot released and Akira…

Akira fucking groaned.

Ryuji was done. He reached out, snagged both of those stupid red flowers--and a little bit of Akira’s apparently insanely soft hair, oops--and stood up to walk away, ignoring his friend’s protests. The ocean could have both of the damn things, and Ryuji right along with them. He was done. Unfortunately Ann and Makoto had chosen that exact moment to return with fresh drinks, cutting off his escape route. Effin’ great.

“Aaannnnnn, Makotoooooo,” Akira whined as he draped himself dramatically over Ryuji’s shoulders, halfheartedly reaching out to try and reclaim the hibiscuses. “Ryuji deflowered meeee--” Makoto’s face fell into the most unimpressed look any of them had ever seen from her, Ann snorted loud enough that it sounded painful, Ryuji about jumped out of his skin with an indignant yelp that probably could have been heard back in Tokyo, and Akira continued whining undeterred, “--make him give it baaaack.”

Ann had doubled over cackling, and didn’t seem to care that she’d just sloshed about a quarter of one of their drinks onto the sand when she did. “I- I don’t- *snrk* I don’t think it w-works like tha-ha-ha-ha-at!” She managed despite howling with laughter so strong that it looked like she was gonna fall over. Makoto had set her two drinks down long enough to drop into one of the empty chairs and bury her face in her hands with a long, drawn out sigh.

“Why are you two like this?” She glanced up long enough to shoot that tired, unimpressed look up at Akira and Ryuji.

“Hey, don’t look at me!” Ryuji all but shouted as he shrugged Akira off of him and started stomping down towards the water, flowers still crushed in one fist. “This is all on him this time!”

God, Hawaii was off to one hell of a start.

#my writing #pegoryu #persona 5 #fun fact this is kind of a deleted scene from wingman #because apparently that's just 90% of what I write these days is wingman stuff #have I mentioned wingman y'all should read wingman

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yakumtsaki · 3 years

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What’s up Sophie?

-Oh nothing much, just looking up at the indifferent Heavens, searching for a reason to not end it all after getting beat up by fucking Miss Havisham. How could God forsake me so??

Idk Soph, I mean God works in mysterious ways. Except when you have no body skill points and start fights with people way fitter than you, then the ways God works in become a little more clear.

-That’s it, I’m going outside and waiting for a satellite to hit me!!

Counterproposal, you go upstairs and sleep because we have your UUU pledge bs do-over tomorrow, and we’re so behind schedule it’s not even funny. And after you SHAJAR is pledging which I just know is gonna take at least 5 tries so there’s really no time to waste.

-Ugh Shajar this, Shajar that, I don’t want to hear about that turbocuck anymore!

Then marry her and I’ll never bring her up again!

-Gotta side with Sophie on this one, Shajar is GROSS. Yuck!

Oh wow well now that Boring Brunette Dude has chimed in that changes everything. Literally who even are you.

-Hey Frances, I admire the fact you walk around so confidently despite being the biggest pussyboi the world has even known. Good for you!

-Oh my, how nice!

Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Right? Sophie??

-First I’m losing fights, now I have to compliment fucking Frances Worthington, what’s next? Living in a hippie commune?? Just let me die by crepe suffocation.

Ok well as much as I’d love to devote even more time to this Havisham-induced identity crisis, I really need to focus on pathologically unlikable Shajar’s pledging attempt, so.. stay strong?

-JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I HATE YOU I HATE EVERYTHING I WISH I WAS STILL A TEEN TOWNIE

Ngl to you Soph, I too am starting to wish you were still a teen townie.

-So one of my family’s favorite games is making appointments for x-rays we don’t need just so poor people can’t have them! HAHA

-Oh haha that’s hilarious, Frances!

Shajar what’s.. happening.. you’re actually doing great? This is the first time you’ve gotten someone to like you?? Maybe there’s hope for your ridiculous popularity aspiration after all.

-I just want to get the hell out of these dorms, I can’t deal with Gross Hippie Dude’s stink anymore!

-Oh dear lord, how can someone stink this bad?? I’m gonna vomit all over this terribly decorated dorm!

HEY it took me like 10m to decorate this masterpiece, show some respect. Also this would be a lot more convincing if you hadn’t autonomously cheated on Frances with this freakshow the other night.

-It was the moonlight!

Does the moonlight have stink covering properties I’m not aware of?

Heather Huffington passes by and I have Shajar greet her in case this Sophie racket doesn’t work out, which is looking increasingly likely.

-WOW what a great pairing!

Ikr???

-I was joking, what a fucking disaster in the making.

Ti-Ning I’m truly getting tired of your shit, this is all gonna work out just the way I want it to!

WHY TF ARE YOU TWO SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED

-Why not?

-We’re besties!

KILL ME. SHAJAR I THOUGHT YOU GOT OVER THIS

-What? Can’t I just recognize that my sister’s boyfriend is a fine piece of ass without you making it weird??

Oh God this is how it starts, this is what happened with Gunther and Brit last gen, they were always like ‘platonically’ alone in bedrooms and then one day BAM. IT’S NOT HAPPENING AGAIN DO YOU HEAR ME FUCKERS? I WON’T LET YOU

-I for one hope Shajar gets with Heather, because oh man! Now that would be a ménage à trois to remember!

...it really is too bad Jojo took the cowplant with him when he graduated because I know what I’d be using it for.

-NO NO NO, you can’t just book x-rays you don’t need, what the fuck??

-EXCUSE ME?!

-Those are just for broken bones and shit and widely available, you need to book MRIs, everyone knows those appointments take way longer to get!

-Ohh..that’s actually a good point.

-You’re so lucky you met me, bro, I’m really good at spreading misery.

Yea no arguments here!

-So, girls, I don’t know if you’ve noticed by my attire, but the main reason I’m here is to snag a rich old professor that can promptly die!

-Dream on toadface, huhu! The old professors are MINE 💗💗💗

-Ok that’s it..

Sophie?

-My hatred cannot be contained any longer!!!

Was it ever contained to begin with?

-You and me OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW HAVISHAM

WHY. Why would you attempt this AGAIN

-I really thought it would work this time!! :(

Why would it?? Note the simultaneous fight cloud inside which is..

..Shajar and the cheerleader! Man, both you and Sophie really have trouble with the concept of ‘don’t attack people with more body points than you’.

-I thought my hatred would carry me through!! :(

Omg Sophie.. Literally STOP.

-NEVER!!!

-GO VEILFACE, FUCK THESE LEGACY BITCHES, WALKING AROUND LIKE THEY OWN THE PLACE

-I’M NOT ASSOCIATED WITH SHAJAR GODDAMMIT. OH FUCK, SHE’S HITTING ME WITH HER SOMETHING BORROWED

-THAT’S RIGHT, I BORROWED A BRICK FROM THE WALL

-Man, it’s so hard to concentrate with this absolute carnage outside and this guy’s sexy moves in front of me.

HMM I wonder, say you get on academic probation and then kicked out of college, would this be enough time for Cyneswith to get over you??

Maybe we should stop studying >:)

-Lol nice try, but there’s no stopping the Don Oatesmeal train!

I hate you so much </3

Since it’s the day before finals, aka the one day each semester where we’re studying, it’s time to focus on the only two people this generation who should actually be in college:

Suffice it to say they have led different lives since coming here.

Angel gets an A and everyone else gets cucky Bs once again, except for Sophie ‘Brainchad’ Miguel, who gets Dean’s List this semester too despite not studying more than the rest of these losers. Sophie you are an ICON

-Not even these 3.5k aspiration points can fill the Veilface-Corpse-shaped hole in my heart >:(

-Look at her, dancing like an idiot, not aware that my fists of fury are silently waiting to sneak up on her and KICK HER ASS

-I CAN HEAR YOU, BABYHANDS

-😞😞😞

Walk it off, Babyhands!

One last aesthetically pleasing game of catch, and we’re off.

-CATCH IT OATESCUCK, CATCH IT

-I AM!!

-NOW THROW IT AT THE CHEERDLEADER AND AIM FOR THE NOSE

See you at the UUU house!

#gen 2 #ts2

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Show recommendations with even a sliver of the Brio chemistry to tide us over until June 24th?

this was actually a weirdly hard question! brio’s chemistry is truly next level and it turns out, upon review, i don’t generally go in for contemporary dramas so much? i’m a genre baby and mostly stick to comedy for contemp.

that said, i have a couple!

UnREAL (s1, specifically)

full disclaimer, I quit watching this show after s2 bc it (imo) lost the magic of s1 and made some choices i really didn't love HOWEVER i heard it recaptures it in s3/4 so one day i’ll go back. either way, season 1? AMAZING. pitch perfect dramedy. it’s a fictionalized version of bts on shows like The Bachelor and the chemistry between the (morally ambiguous) main character Rachel and her (even more morally ambiguous) mentor Quinn? WHEW. spoilers, it goes untapped (war crime, tbh), so it’s all subtext, but they nail that balancing act of we're in love but also a little in hate, but mostly in love, but also i will feed you to the wolves if i have to back and forth that beth and rio have.

You’re The Worst

two absolutely terrible but also compelling and eventually deeply sympathetic LA hipsters (i know but the show continually roasts all of them) falling in completely unwilling love over the course of 5 seasons. idk if i would call this a dramedy as much as a comedy that does deep dives into some heavy topics in impressively multi-faceted ways while never losing the charming comedy vibe. season 2 features hands down the best look at depression (both living it and loving someone with it) i’ve ever seen. also, the supporting ensemble? GOD! TIER! i love them more than the main characters.

The Americans

fair warning, this show is slow but it is SO GOOD and the leads have such amazing chemistry they ended up falling in love and getting married, hahahaha. it’s about two russian spies who have been undercover as married for so long the lines are blurred beyond all get out. the whole show is a masterpiece in tension and build and the ship is SO deliciously complicated and snarled up in real/not real and i love it. this one also takes place in the 80s so i’m probs stretching the definition of contemporary BUT it’s real world and involves cat/mouse crime games (just of the espionage variety) so i’m counting it.

other assorted shows that are absolutely not anything at all like good girls but i still think everyone should watch and they give good ship:

Chuck (this show is a DARLING with a god-tier ship, v nice though so their tension is of a different variety, and an incredibly found family ensemble)

Black Sails (everyone is queer, everyone is treacherous, everyone is eminently shippable, everyone really really really needs a fucking shower. god tier storytelling. s1 is really brutal on the sexual violence front but if you can get past that, it kicks off a truly incredible character arc and the show also chills out on that going forward)

12 Monkeys (this show is depressingly underrated considering how amazing it is. it’s 4 seasons long and they found out during s2 they were getting cancelled and spent the next two seasons building to what is hands down the best series finale i think i’ve ever seen. god tier found family, has a main ship that i didn't get that into, i was all about the non-canon but should’ve been goddammit ships, but other people go HAM for it)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (look in hindsight this show is problematic to the Nth degree but it’s also v good and does angsty ship like none other. plus it’s a formative part of who i am so i can’t like, not rec it)

#i also haven't watched a lot of (new) tv recently #i've been deep in a return to my comfort shows rut #or just fixating on good girls #when i say i hyperfixate i'm not being cute #i mean my entire brain is consumed with one thing and one thing only #and will remain so until the dopamine well runs dry #tv recs #anon #shut up meg

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