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Break the rules, Bakugo x reader
Y/n, a budding young hero, from a hero family, enters UA high. She expected struggle and work, she didnt expect for her life to be at risk, she also didn’t expect to fall for one of her classmates, but life’s just full of surprises.
Chapter 1
Content warnings: swearing
I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring. Groggily I stand and get ready for my first day at UA high.
I grab a toaster waffle, popping it in the toaster while I grab my backpack and slip my shoes on. With a ding my waffle is done, after a moment I grab it and munch on it while leaving my house.
I look outside, seeing my best friend and neighbor shoto waiting outside my house for me
"Hey Sho!" I yell out to him happily. His head perks up a slight smile on his face at the sight of me.
"Hello y/n." He replies calmly. I run up beside him and we start walking together. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" He asks, as I finish my waffle.
"Shoot." I tilt my head at him.
"Why do you call me Sho?"
"Because I think it's a cute nickname for you." I spin around walking backwards, facing him.
"You realize that this is why your grandparents and my father have been trying to put us in an arranged marriage since we were seven right?" He tells me simply.
"The nickname also has to do with when we met. I wasn't the best speaker so I just called you Sho." I explain to him, spinning around and facing forward.
"Hey look we're here!" I point out, changing the subject. We make our way up the steps quietly, easily finding the classroom. We walked into class and went our separate ways. I see a tall blue haired guy yelling at a blond about putting his feet on his desk. Its Ilda.
"Hi Iida!" I greet him as I walk up, He turns to me and nods.
"Oh hi l/n. Can you please help me with this?" He asks, gesturing to the angry looking blond boy.
"Hmm, ok." I agree softly. "Let's see, well the desks and chairs aren't connected so..." I mutter as I then pull the desk out from under his feet. His feet fall to the floor with a thud and he growls at me. His glare intense.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing extra?!" He shouts at me aggressively, standing. He gets up close with a menacing glare.
"Helping a friend." I shrug at him casually.
"What? So you're friends with Glasses over there?" He asks angrily.
"Well yeah, our parents run in similar circles so it makes sense we became friends." I state as if it was obvious.
"Whatever! Extra..." He dismisses me, rolling his eyes and looking away, obviously annoyed at my lack of fear towards him.
"Here's your desk back." I say, pushing his desk back towards his chair, where it had been originally.
I turn around at the sound of the classroom door opening, and see a cute green haired boy and a pretty brown haired girl in the doorway. I walk over and introduce myself.
"Hello I'm y/n l/n."
"I-I'm Midoriya Izuku." He introduces himself anxiously. The girl beside him quickly introduces herself as well.
"I'm Uraraka Ochako." She seemed very bubbly and happy.
"I hope we can be friends." I say, showing them a big grin.
"Yeah, that'd be nice." He responds nervously.
With a thud a yellow sleeping bag thuds against the floor, the very scruffy face of a man I recognize appears.
I run to sit in my seat as the man is my uncle.
As the rest of the class settles down he stands and walks into the room, after leaving the sleeping bag.
"Seven seconds, it took most of you seven seconds to quiet down, when your a hero every second counts. Now take these and head to the locker room." He lectures the class, pulling out a bunch of PE uniforms.
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"So Bakugo how far could you throw a ball in middle school?" Aizawa asks his voice gravely with exhaustion.
"67 meters." He smirks confidently.
"Ok, now throw it with your quirk anything goes, just stay in the circle." With a confident smirk near etched into his face he takes the ball and walks into the circle preparing to throw it.
"DIE!" He shouts loudly, as he chucks the ball, throwing it a startling 705.2 meters.
I smirk quietly, impressed at his ability. The rest of the class is less quiet, bringing down the ire of our tired teacher.
"So you think this is all fun and games? The person at the bottom of the rank will be seen as having no ability and will be expelled." His words strike fear into the hearts of most of my classmates.
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I passed in the top five but Midoriya got last. I don't want him to leave yet. "Also what I said earlier was false, nobody is going home." Aizawa declares, saving midorias position in class.
"WHAT!" Most of the class yelled in surprise.
"Huh? Thats usual." I mutter softly.
"Alright, class dismissed."
We get changed, before heading to lunch.
I stand in the lunchroom trying to decide where to sit. I could always sit with Shoto, maybe I could sit with midoria? I could always find h-, my thoughts were cut off by the shouting of a particular angry blond.
"Hey, you look like an idiot just standing around, sit down." Bakugo shouts, a slight taunting tone in his voice.
"Alright, fine." I agree smugly and sit down next to him.
"That's not what I meant damn it!" He yells at me grumpily.
"Too late I'm already sitting here." I say with a smirk. Soon, some of our classmates sit around us. Two boys and a girl in front of us and one boy next to me.
"Hi! I'm Ashido Mina." A very pink girl with yellow horns and odd eyes, says excitedly.
"I'm Sero Hanta." The black haired boy beside her introduces himself sweetly.
"I'm Kirishima Eijiro." The redhead boy next to him greets me enthusiastically.
"I'm Denki Kaminari but you can call me tonight." The blond beside me flirts.
"Well, I'm y/n l/n and Denki, no." I respond. He sighs and shrugs softly, taking the rejection well.
"Eh it was worth a shot." He says and the group laughs a bit at him.
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I was walking out of the school with Sho and accidentally ran into Bakugo who was walking in the opposite direction as Sho and I. I stumble back and he scoffs at me.
"Hey shorty watch it!" He growls, taking his hand out of his pocket, small explosions popping in his palm. I furrow my brows and return his glare.
"Screw off, you damn Pomeranian!" I shout back at him, pissed at the mention of my hight, as it's usually the only thing anyone mentions. My response surprises him for a moment before he returns my glare with his own harsh one.
"Nope." Todoroki says, as he picks me up and starts carrying me out of the school. I thrash around in his grasp, hitting his back. He walks unaffected.
"Sho put me down I wanna scratch his eyes out!" I shout so Bakugo can hear it from his place down the hall. Shoto doesn't let me down and continues on his way leaving the school building.
"And that's why I'm not." He says. "I'm not putting you down until you calm down." He states calmly, holding onto me tightly so I don't fall.
"Fine, I'll be calm." I grumble, as soon as my feet touch the floor I move to run back into the school. Before I can Shoto freezes my legs using his quirk. "Damn it Sho! Fine, I'll actually stop this time." I say to him, hoping he actually believes me.
"Promise?" He asks, not much change in his tone nor expression.
"Yes, I promise." I confirm, nodding my head.
"Ok fine." He says, melting the ice. I turn around and start walking with him back the way we were originally going.
"Why is my hight the only thing people mention?" I question him, still annoyed.
"Its probably just because its the first thing people notice about you. Its not the only thing they mention tho, usually your strong personality and determination to be a great hero." He explains quietly, showing how well he knows me.
"Thanks sho." I grin at him, feeling better as we walk much more peacefully.
#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x reader#mha#bnha#fanfic#fanfiction#bakugou katuski x reader#shoto todoroki#y/n#bakugo x y/n
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Bakudeku short
(aizawa walks into class and the kirishima is holding back a angry bakugo who is not wearing a shirt most likely stoping him from attacking a laughing kaminari.).
Aizawa: (face palms) kirishima, we’re is bakugo’s top?
Deku: (before kirishima can respond and he isn’t quite pay attention) I’m over here !
Bakugo: (stops struggling and turns bright red)
Mina: squeeeeeeeel!!!
Kirishima: (wiggling eyebrows at bakugo)
Kaminari: omg bakugo is a bottom !!!
Bakugo: (starts struggling against kiri again to kill kaminari)
Rest of 1-A: (jaws dropped)
Deku: (relised what he just said) omg kachan I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud !
M!net@: wait bakugo you’re a faggot ?!! (Starts laughing) omg no wonder you act so gay all the time! Hahahahaha i didn’t think someone like you would get into UA ! Who knew the prestigious hero school let in some angry gay hooligan!
Kirishima: (let’s go of bakugo)
Bakugo: (runs towards the ugly grape with crackling palms) DIEEEEE!!!!!!
Deku: (grabs bakugo by the collar) stop it kachan I don’t want you getting expelled for killing mineta!
Mineta: yeah faggot listen to your man crush and then go throw yourself off the roof
Deku: (glares) hold on dipsh!t I never said I didn’t want you to suffer I just don’t think kachan would know how to hold back enough to not kill you.
Grape: (roles his eyes) whatever, bye faggot (looks at bakugo)
Deku: (steps in-front of him, cracking his knuckles and activating full cowling) I never said anything about letting you walk out with your legs in tact.
Grape:(gulps)
Deku:(punches mineta in the face sending him flying into a desk)
Mineta:(looking at aizawa) Sensai stop him!
Aizawa: (looks at his watch) the school day is over and I don’t have time for this, midoriya make sure he’s still breathing I don’t want to fill out paperwork.
Deku:of course sensai (walks up to mineta and stomps on his right leg breaking it in half then continues to do the same with his remaining limbs.)
Mineta: (screaming in pain) stop your hurting me!
Deku: (sething with rage) you. Hurt. My. katsuki!
(Sends a wind attack that barely misses cutting off mineta’s ear.)
Bakugo: deku you have to calm down!
(Black whip is shooting out of midoriya from everywhere beating mineta to a bloody pulp)
Bakugou: izuku! Please!
Deku: (stops, but mineta is already clearly dead)
Deku:( eyes widen in fear. He looks at his hands and starts trembling/shaking)
(Most of the class left minus;todoroki,ururaka,ilda,kirishima,Kaminari)
Bakugo: (tries to approach deku with his hands held out as a sign of peace) izuku….
Deku:(whips around stumbling backwards) NO KACHAN DONT COME NEAR ME!
(He starts rapidly mumbling)
Bakugo: (is keeping his distance until he hears a bit of the mumbling)
“Villain….am..useless……imb….k….p…..swan..dive….kachan…..right….”
Bakugo: (rushes towards deku) izuku please just calm down, don’t do anything before you’ve calmed down!
Deku:( puts out black whip as a makeshift cage around himself)
Bakugo: (thinking of who’s more urgent to contact)
ilda, go get recovery girl. Icy hot get aizawa. Kirishima get allmight.
The three who were mentioned:(standing still)
Bakugo: NOW!!!
(They rush out )
Deku:(brings a strand of black whip around his throat)
Bakugo:(screams) NOOOO!!! STOOOPPP!!!
Deku:(tightens the black whip cutting off his air ways)
(He starts to choke the oxygen no longer reaching his lungs)
(He activates full cowling at 10 000%)
(His bones snap and he falls to his knees with limp arms hanging by his side)
(His skin starts to peel off in splotches until it reaches blood)
(His spine snaps leaving him sprawled in the floor)
(Black whip is still choking him even once he’s passed out)
Aizawa:(runs in with recovery girl eyes flashing red)
(Finally deku’s quirk is disabled but the damage is already done)
Bakugo:(runs to deku) izuku! No no no no no, this isn’t real you can’t be dead ! Aizawa ! He’s not breathing help him ! (Leans down to hug deku) izuku I love you.
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I thought it was me Pt.4
Bakugou didn't know what to do, he knew Midoriya was probably hurt about what happened, about others thinking that he was the bad guy. Bakugou was used to it, but Midoriya wasn't the same. While he didn't let others run his life, he wasn't keen on people thinking ill of him. He waited for dinner to be over, taking care of his plate, he had managed to catch Uraraka before she had left the dining hall.
Bakugou: Hey Round face?
She turned around with a somber look, he had almost rolled his eyes, how could she be so sad when she was the one that dumped Midoriya right into his lap.
Uraraka: What is it?
Bakugou: You know he didn't cheat on you right? That this didn't happen until after you two were done.
Uraraka: I figured that... but what didn't he tell me at least...?
Bakugou:You were hurting, so he was trying to be nice, and in all honesty... he's pretty hurt too.
Uraraka: He's hurt? After-
Bakugou: Stop. I know you had good intentions when you dumped him but you still dumped him. He didn't want to move on that quickly. I just didn't give him a chance to mourn.
Uraraka looked down, avoiding his eye contact, she hated that she was right about them. that they clearly did have stronger feelings for each other.
"What are you doing?! Get away from her!" Mina's voice interrupted them.
Bakugou: Look here pinky, I don't know what you told everyone, but your fucking wrong okay.
Mina: I'm wrong about you two together? Bullshit, flaunting your relationship in front of Ochako, Deku's the worst.
Bakugou: Don't talk about him like that... he did this because I pushed him to.
Mina: Whatever.
She pulled Uraraka away from him. He didn't care though, he had said what he wanted to. And that's what Izuku wanted right? For Uraraka to know that he had no intention of hurting her.
He knocked on Midoriya's door, waiting for an answer that never came.
Bakugou: I know you're in there.
Midoriya thought about getting up and turning out the light, but he just didn't respond.
Bakugou: I told her that you didn't want to hurt her, that it was all my fault. I don't know if she believed me or not, and personally, I don't care. But I'm not going to wait for someone to give the okay for me to be happy. Maybe I went about this wrong, but we were going to end up together regardless, even if it meant me standing beside you and watching you marry someone else.
Midoriya sort of smiled at this, Bakugou's feelings were so clear, the fact that he was willing to wait on Midoriya to realize his feelings was probably the part that made him feel the warmest. He got up, opening the door.
Midoriya: you'd seriously let me get married? What's wrong with you? He chuckled.
Bakugou: however long it took for you to realize.
He let Bakugou in, the two lying in bed, cuddling again, Midoriya kissed him, before burying his face in his chest. Maybe he was right, maybe it didn't matter what people thought. What mattered is that Uraraka knew he guessed.
It took a while longer for the class to quiet down, but eventually, things had settled, Uraraka had moved on with ilda, and everyone was at peace again. And though they weren't as close as they used to be, Midoriya and Uraraka had started to rekindle their friendship as they moved on and found true love.
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Bakugou x reader
lately I have been diving deep into the My Hero Academia fandom and found myself re-watching the deku and bakugou fight and getting inspired. this is my first ever fanfiction so be gentle with me.
tags: angst, depression, cursing,
Summary: as an old friend of both kacchan and deku you follow them and see them fight, after witnessing Bakugou’s break down you try to be the one he can lean on for support.
The Broken Boy
It was late, most of the students were passed out in their dorms exhausted from the provisional licensing exam. Having taken a nap on the bus ride back, you were wide awake and decided to take a walk to ease your racing mind. You still couldn’t believe that you passed! Suddenly your mind wandered to Bakugou, his angry face twisted in disbelief. You were surprised that he didn’t pass the exam, never having given any thought about the boy not being able to surpass any challenge.
As you made your way downstairs you chuckled lightly, to think they failed him for manners of all things. Having seen his score sheet, you knew he scored nearly perfect in the rest of the categories. That was something you weren’t surprised about, sure Katsuki was a hot head and rushed into fights, but he was also incredibly smart. You, much like Midoriya, had always looked up to Bakugou. Remembering how you would chase him around with Izuku when you were little. Once Katsuki started getting big headed you found yourself spending more time with Midoriya, preferring his soft demeanor and bright positive attitude over Bakugou’s loud and violent tendencies. You still found yourself caring for the angry boy watching him grow more and more into a strong and promising hero. Hanging out from time to time but ultimately feeling like he was more annoyed with you than anything.
Thinking back, you wish you would have stayed around the angry boy more. Since starting at UA, you have seen him become increasingly more antisocial, not to mention you have been noticing signs of depression and anxiety during the school year. It pained you to see someone you cared about so dearly suffer without any support. Maybe if you would have stayed around and grown your friendship with the boy, he wouldn’t be so dismissive about your concerns.
You walked out of the dorm and looked up at the night sky, the air around you slightly chill but refreshing. You were just about to walk through the woods down to the meadow you discovered on one of your hikes when you spotted Midoriya and Bakugou walking up the road towards the schools training grounds. With your curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to follow them, wondering what could possibly be worth the trouble they could get into being out in a restricted area so late at night.
That’s how you ended up hiding in the shadows, watching in shock and horror as the two fought. You decided against breaking up the fight, knowing this was the only way Katsuki could vent and knowing Izuku could hold his own. You ended up overhearing the entire conversation between the two you knew he was feeling inadequate. Your heart ached for the boy, knowing he was hurting and being able to do nothing. On many occasions you tried your best to offer support, only for him to shout at you to leave him alone and return to your “boyfriend” Deku. Knowing his resistance to you was due to your obvious friendship with his self-proclaimed rival, you didn’t push too much. However now you felt a guilty pang in your chest, scolding yourself for not being there for your old friend.
When the fight was finally over you just stared at the two boys, bloody and exhausted. Just when you were going to make your presence known you heard Allmight’s voice.
“Stop this right now, both of you!”
You stood in the shadows, still silent and concealed. You heard the entire conversation, how Allmight chose Midoriya, Bakugou’s insecurities about being overlooked by his idol, and the secret of All for One. Knowing you were not meant to hear any of this you didn’t dare move.
When the three started to make their way back to the school you moved to make your way back to the dorms. Peaking around the building to make sure the coast was clear; you saw two red eyes lock with yours. Quickly you ducked behind the building again. There was no doubt the boy saw you, you stood still not even breathing while mentally scolding yourself for not waiting longer to leave. Would he tell? Did the other two see you as well? You waited a while longer to leave and quickly made your way to the dorms. Still processing the information you learned, you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling. Izuku’s quirk was given to him, by Allmight of all people. You were always hopeful the boy would just be a late bloomer and were so shocked and excited when he called you crying having been accepted to UA. But a power that was given? Your mind reeled and you still couldn’t believe it. Knowing you could tell no one you decided to just not think about it too much. Your mind choosing to worry about your broken and distant friend. How will you break through his cold attitude towards you? Should you even attempt to talk to him about what you witnessed or pretend you never followed the two? Would he tell Allmight about your spying?
You were snapped out of your thoughts by your door opening and Kastuki walking in. You pretended to be asleep quickly closing your eyes and hoping he would walk away.
“Hey dumbass I know you aren’t sleeping.” He said softly.
You opened your eyes and took in his appearance in the dim light casted from your window. He was bandaged and looked tired. You sat up and sighed.
“Kacchan? What are you doing here?” you asked feigning surprise.
“Don’t play stupid with me dipshit I know you were there.” He growled.
“Did you tell?” you ask worried of the repercussions you could face.
“I’m not a fucking snitch. How much did you hear?” he asked. Even though his words were angry he kept his voice down.
You contemplated lying and telling him you were to far away to hear anything, however remembering your thoughts on building a friendship with him you decided to be completely honest.
“All of it.” You answered.
Bakugou stood still for a while staring you down with his piercing red eyes. You held his gaze keeping a soft expression on your face.
“You will need to keep your mouth shut.” He said calmly with a soft expression. “I won’t tell Allmight or Deku, but I swear if you start to run your mouth, I will personally deal with you myself.” He said threateningly.
“I expected as much, don’t worry I won’t be telling anyone.” You said smiling at him.
“tch.” Was all he responded with before turning to the door.
“Kacchan wait.” You pleaded. He stopped and turned to face you. “I want you to know that I am here for you, I know you have been struggling lately and if you need someone for anything I am here.” You proclaimed.
“I don’t need your fucking pity, I won that fight remember.” He spat at you. Fists clenching “Your stupid boyfriend can’t look down on me anymore and neither can you! Got that!?” he whisper yelled.
“Were you not listening to him at all?” You ask. “He never looked down on you, and neither did I. I always knew you were going to be one of the best, but even the best of people need someone.” You stood up now narrowing your eyes at him while slightly getting into his face. “God Kacchan! Do you know how infuriating it is to watch you struggle and have you brush me off when I try to help!?”
“I don’t need your help! I don’t need anyone!” he says getting in your face.
“Is that why you have been struggling with depression? Having small panic attacks when Izuku beats you? You’re so infuriating! I Care about you! I am here for you, I don’t think you’re weak, but I do think you’re stupid! Learn to accept help from people who care about you! Why can’t you just let me love you!?” You utter almost breathless from speaking so fast. Realizing your words you gasp, quickly lowering your eyes to the ground, not daring to look Kastuki in the eyes.
“Love me?” he whispered softly. “You don’t love me, you’re always with him, cheering him on. You forgot all about me, you stopped caring about me.” He said slight pain in his voice. “You chose him.”
“Kacchan, that isn’t true. I never stopped caring about you. I thought you just got annoyed with me. That you hated me, like you hate Izuku.” You said sadly
“I don’t hate you, I just thought you stopped caring.” He said voice cracking.
You looked up to see small tears forming in his eyes. You reached out tentatively laying a hand on his face and wiping a tear away with your thumb. That simple touch was all it took to break this boy. He collapsed unto you burring his face into your shoulder. He sobbed, the sound of his throaty cries broke your heart. You just held him stroking his hair while supporting his weight and letting a few tears of your own fall silently. After a while he let you lead him to the bed where you laid his head on your lap, still carding through his hair while rubbing circles into his back.
“When you said you loved me, did you mean it?” he asked his voice cracking sounding both sad and hopeful.
“Of course I meant it.” You say softly.
“Dumbass.” Is all the boy replies before sitting up and wiping his face. “I guess this means I beat Deku again.” He says a small smirk returning to his face.
“mmmm.” Is all you reply with, shaking your head at his quick change of demeanor.
“Would you like to maybe start hanging out more often?” he asks, head down, trying but failing to hide his blushing face.
“I would like that a lot.” You say blushing yourself. You look out the window seeing the soft glow of the sun as it starts to barely peak over the horizon. “We need to get some rest.” You say sighing. As much as you never wanted this moment to end you knew you had very little time before you needed to get up. Not to mention what would happen if you two were caught together. “The opening ceremony is tomorrow. Ilda will give us a mouthful if we fall asleep during it.” You say with a chuckle.
“I got put on house arrest for four days. Honestly I am surprised Aizawa didn’t expel us on the spot.” He said brows pushed together.
“Well at least that means I still get to see you every day.” You say smiling.
“Yeah well I guess you have to get used to me being around much more. Afterall I need to make sure your mouth stays shut.” He says teasing. “Thank you, I guess I didn’t realize that I needed someone to be there for me.” He says more seriously.
Before you could even respond he rushes forward and places a gentle kiss on your forehead and rushes out the door.
“Still running away from emotions.” You say to yourself with a smile on your lips. You turn to your bed and crawl under the covers, instantly passing out after such a long night of emotions.
#mha#mha x reader#mha bakugou#bakugou#bakugou x reader#mha midoriya#midoriya#deku#katsuki#katsuki bakugō#my hero academy fanfiction#my hero academia
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Love to me is when I’m better because you’re here. (Part 5)
Credit to @heroes-among-us-all
Jirou x Kaminari part taken from: https://heroes-among-us-all.tumblr.com/post/174007214270/bakugou-and-todoroki-accidentally-confessing-spur
I just want to say thank you for writing this and for getting me out of my slump. I absolutely loved the way you had the moment written and that I had to add it into this section. I apologize if you don’t want it in, i’ll gladly take the section out, if you choose. (Message Me)
Part 5/???
Shoto Todoroki x Female Reader (Y/N)
Summary:
You accompany Shoto Todoroki to an award ceremony. He shows you off to his old classmates. Lots of fluff and happiness.
Stepping out of the hero agency, you were at the top of the red carpet. (yes you had to close off the street for this event.) And the interns loved your dress. (Source: https://louisvuitttonn.tumblr.com/post/176032171437/georges-hobeika-spring-17-couture)
“Todoroki-sama is going to love it!”
“You look so beautiful!”
“Can I borrow that dress?!”
You clapped your hands quietly, “Kissing up to me isn’t going to get you good scores, but thank you.” They dispersed and your phone went off.
Texts:
Todo: “Just coming up, where are you?”
You: “At the end of the red carpet.”
Todo: “Do I have to?” he was referring to the red carpet, knowing that he disliked the attention, he had also been doing interviews and posing all week. He was ready for the attention to end.
You: “Just one more night, number 1 hero.” Technically Endeavor is still the number one but a new list had just come out called the New Generation Heroes and Todo was at the top of that list. People will makes lists of anything to celebrate something.
Todo: “Can we talk tonight?”
You: “Of course!”
You felt your heart jump out of your chest. You wanted to talk to him too. You wanted to tell him that you loved him. It had only been a month of just talking and being around each other, but your crush for him had been so much longer. You were gonna say it tonight. You hoped that he was going to do the same.
Tonight was the night he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. He’d dated before, but somehow this one felt different. Being with you felt different, and he liked the person he is when he’s with you. He was nervous to mess it up, but it was going to be the right choice. He had waited this long to ask you out after all.
Hearing the sounds of shutters and seeing the flashing lights took you from your thoughts, you moved over to the red carpet. It was a hill and you were at the top of it. You moved off to the side not to get in anyone’s way, Endeavor was on his way up first. He shined brightly in a red suit with his orange and yellow flames dancing off of him. He was prepared to host the party of the century.
Followed by him was All Might the former number 1 hero and Deku the current number 2 New Generation Hero. Right behind Todo. They went to UA together, you recognized him from his picture and that green hair stands out anywhere. After that was Lida and Uraraka, Asui with Tokoyami and Dark Shadow, then came Bakugo and his sidekick Kirishma, followed by Momo and Mina. It was basically a UA Class 1-A reunion with people from all other and different agencies coming together to celebrate. Eraserhead and Mic were amongst the crowd. Along with Best Jeanist, Gang Orca, Selkie, and Gunhead to name a few others.
At the top of the stairs you greeted the guests on one side with Violetta, while Endeavor greeted some on the other side. You smiled and thanked them for coming and you couldn’t help but stop and look for IcyHot. Where the heck is Todoroki.
He literally lives a block away and that’s when you saw him, he was at the bottom of the red carpet, answering questions and signing things for fans. He was just finally waving through, posing and taking pictures. He was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo that was the same color of his hero costume, a white undershirt, and a black bowtie. You saw him walk and stop, walk and stop, and fidget the way up as he waved to keep on going. 3/4ths of the way up when he was the next one up to be greeted, you took in a deep breath and took a couple of steps onto the red carpet to meet him.
He smiles and waves at the photographers and turns to the other side to smile and pose, but as he went to face the other side. He saw you. You took his breath away. You looked magnificent. The way the dress hugged you and was delicately hanging on your slender shoulders. The two of you locked eyes and a huge smile formed on his face he was so happy. Nothing else in that moment mattered. He ran up the carpet and took your hand and gently kissed it.
“You look absolutely magnificent.” He was breathless, your beauty took him away. You were always beautiful, but tonight you were absolutely radiant.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself.” You finish blush looking down at your shoes. He always made you nervous, but he brought your face up and gently kissed you on the cheek.
“Don’t hide yourself,” he said, “Tonight is your time to shine.”
Your eyes flickered over and you caught a glimpse of Kaminari and Jirou walking hand-in-hand with bright smiles on their faces up the carpet.
“Aw, that they’re so cute!” You’re eyes were dancing everywhere, to Endeavor’s disapproving glare, to all of class 1-A, and then there were the interns. Looking at Shoto made you feel peace and washed away all of your worries.
He nodded back, “Yeah, Kaminari and Jirou do make a cute couple, but I’m sure we’d make a cuter couple.”
“Wha?” was he asking you. . .
“. . .Damn. . .”
The two of you are left staring back at one another, wide-eyed and flustered beyond belief. You’re debating whether or not he just meant it as a joke, but Todoroki almost never jokes around so it doesn’t seem likely. He’s also flushed the shade of a tomato.
Todoroki can’t believe that he messed up the confession he was planning for tonight, like that. He cursed the knock-off Pikachu under his breath. He’s lucky that you smile back at him, still blushing, and nod in agreement.
“You’re right. I think so, too.”
“I definitely planned something different for tonight, but this works too. Can we still hang out tonight?” he asked innocently.
You laugh, “Of course we can.”
He smiles and gives you a kiss on your forehead, “Let’s go catch up with my classmates.” He says taking your hand leading you over to them.
He introduces you to everyone in 1-A as his beautiful sweetheart Y/N and immediately you blush and wave hello. Deku hugs you immediately and is so excited for you and his best friend Todoroki. Momo comments on your dress and you two make a date to meet up with your brother. Everyone in 1-A can’t get enough of you, you get along with them so well and Todoroki loves how well you mesh together with his second family.
Soon enough Endeavor takes to the stage and you take a seat next to Shoto and Momo. You all listen politely, food is delivered to the tables, you all have some time to eat and catch up and a slideshow plays of the previous year’s success and then stats for the season are shared. The police sheriff makes a statement thank thanks to the help of heroes the city can sleep safely, but All Might/Toshinori makes an argument that heroes would be nothing without the police and then he gets a standing ovation. Then begins the award ceremony.
As Endeavor announces the various awards, Shoto is holding your hand the entire time. Just cause he can and it makes him happy. Holding his hand made you happy too. This is a big moment for him, you’re ecstatic for him that you just give his hand a tight squeeze and he looks over at you and smiles and then Asui nudges Uraraka, Todoroki rarely ever smiled like that, unless it was at Deku and they thought that was amazing.
Those who missed his smile, don’t believe he actually smiled, until they saw how happy you made him. Then Endeavor called Shoto onto the stage for being the number one new generation hero, giving off his hero stats, how many cases he’s solved, villains he’s put away, interns he’s trained. You gave his hand one last squeeze as you clapped for him as he walked his way up the stage to take his place between Deku and Ilda. There was cheering and lights flashing.
And just like that months of planning was over in an instant. Everyone went around and said their congratulations along with their good byes and the entire time Shoto had a hold of your hand, it made him confident and you were happy supporting him. People kept coming up to talk and greet Shoto that eventually the two of you just barely manage to sneak away with the help of Momo and you promised not to forget to go visit your brother with her. You and Todoroki, make a run to his car and just go for a drive away from the crowd and away from the people.
He never let go of your hand and only did when you guys got to your destination. Parking, you were at and overlook where the city was below you. He gives your hand a soft kiss. “You make me feel so confident Y/N. Thank you.”
You reach for his left cheek and gently rub your thumb against his scar and give it a kiss. “I love you, Shoto. I’d want nothing more than to be by your side. So, thank you for letting me truly love you.”
His eyes were wide, with shock, but they were happy. He put his cheek further into your hand and gently, he brought his lips closer to yours, leaning into you just slightly, you felt tingles go up your spine, he closes the distance between you two. He tastes like spearmint, the kiss is slow, soft, and beautiful, as if only you two exists in the world. When he pulls away you breathe in sharply, and he smiles at you and kisses your nose.
“I love you too Y/N.” he leaves his forehead on yours and smiles at you. “I know that we are already a couple,” he coughs slightly, “but, I know we haven’t known each other long, but you feel it too. I just,” he pauses, “Will you do me the honor of letting me be your boyfriend?”
You nod immediately saying yes, and leaving him another soft lingering kiss on his lips. Gently pulling away you respond, “I want nothing but to be yours and only yours.” He smiles back at you and leans his forehead against yours. You both take in this moment the beginning of your forever.
Then going back to your apartment, without bothering to undress, you both crash on the bed falling sleep in each other’s arms. It doesn’t bother Shoto, he lives for holding and cuddling you. He loves how sweet your skin and hair always smells and how soft you are. You love being in his arms, Shoto holding you is relaxing beyond belief, you feel as if you don’t belong anywhere else but there.
This is one of the first things I’ve actually wanted to write in over two years. So sorry if it sucks. But please, tell me what you think. Thank you and credit to @heroes-among-us-all
Link Right Here! Please Give It A Read! <3
Jirou x Kaminari part taken from: https://heroes-among-us-all.tumblr.com/post/174007214270/bakugou-and-todoroki-accidentally-confessing-spur
#shoto todoroki#shoto todoroki x reader#todoroki shoto#todoroki shouto x reader#shoto x reader#mha#mha oc#my hero academia#bnha oc#bnha imagines#bnha#boku no hero academia#jirou x kaminari#kamijirou
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Pronouns and orientation?
The more time I spend in cat form, the less I identify with pronouns at all. They don’t have them, you know, it’s really about responding the names or nothing at all. I tell them to call me Cat-ilda and I’m thinking of changing my name legally as a hooman too. I’m not very firmly oriented anywhere.
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REPORTAJE // LOS COLORES DE SAN ISIDRO
“Tú sabes que estás cerca porque empiezas a ver casas pintadas. Cuando veas que hay muchos colores es que llegaste” fueron las indicaciones para llegar a la vereda de San Isidro en el corregimiento de Puerto Caldas, Pereira (Colombia).
La indicación es correcta, las casas están pintadas con mascotas, trenes, flores, aves, rostros. Representan lo que tienen alrededor: el sol fuerte por su cercanía al Valle del Cauca, una vegetación que abarca la mirada y flores en un camino estrecho y alargado que durante la década de los 50 fue vía para el tren. Al igual que en otras zonas del país, las franjas de los proyectos abandonados de ferrocarril, al ser territorios del Estado, comenzaron a ser habitados por desplazados de diferentes olas de violencia. Pero una vez llegan a San Isidro se encuentran con necesidades básicas por suplir: un acueducto insuficiente, falta de alcantarillado, problemas de acceso y, hasta hace unos años, bandas criminales merodeaban por la zona.
PH: saragapi
La comunidad se ha ido organizado entre ayudas externas, voluntarios y gestión propia, para exigir mejores condiciones de vida y transformar su entorno en un lugar que se parezca más al que sueñan. Una de las primeras acciones que se recuerdan del proceso fue una caminata por relevos hasta el centro de Pereira, a casi 30 kilómetros de distancia, para exigir un acueducto que les permitiera tener agua más de tres horas al día. “Fue un proceso de toda la comunidad, se mostró la primera fuerza, fuimos unas 150 personas. Creyeron que sí se podía. La necesidad que teníamos era muy complicada. Llevábamos más de dos años sufriendo por el agua”, recuerda Ilda Luz Silva Marín, presidente de la Junta de Acción Comunal desde ese mismo año. Recuerda exactamente la fecha: 26 de abril de 2011.
la común-idad. Ph: saragapi
Sembrando y bailando
Jonathan Gutierrez profesor de música en el centro comunitario prepara con el grupo una canción. PH: saragapi
Esta búsqueda por mejorar la calidad de vida incluye también el abrir espacios al arte y a la educación. Procesos que se han organizado desde el “Centro comunitario de artes y oficios: el comienzo del Arcoíris”. El lugar donde hoy funciona el centro se empezó a construir en el 2009 entre gestiones de quien era el director de la escuela, Jorge Iván Marín, apoyo privado y convite de la comunidad. La instalación se empezó a usar con fines comunitarios hasta que en el 2013 se estructuró un proyecto que incluyó restaurante para la comunidad y escuela de artes. Actualmente el proyecto cuenta con formación en danza, fotografía, teatro, valores, batucada, refuerzo educativo y música con clases de piano, batería, guitarra y coro. Se proponen como educación complementaria que se piensa como una herramienta de transformación social. A las clases asisten niños, jóvenes y algunos adultos.
Los productos y obras resultantes de la escuela de artes se presentan a todos, hacen parte de las fiestas y días especiales, e incluso han participado en concursos y desfiles de municipios aledaños. También se han tomado espacios de la ciudad como SALAEstrecha y el Teatro Santiago Londoño en Pereira.
Iniciaron representado bailes y obras de teatro adaptadas, pero mientras iban avanzando, empezaron a incluir en esas obras elementos de su entorno y cotidianidad. “Han ido evolucionando, al principio bailaban danzas de diferentes regiones pero ahora, por ejemplo, están montando una en contra del maltrato a la mujer por un evento violento que hubo hace poco” dice Sofía Ibarz, una de las educadoras de la escuela. Continúa contado cómo han pasado a representar sus rutinas, historias propias, a dignificar la vida de alguien que ya no está y “hasta se burlan de los políticos que llegan a pasearse por su barrio”. Se narran a sí mismos.
Un grupo de adultos mayores madrugan a trabajarle a la tierra. La huerta comunitaria es el espacio donde pueden aprovechar su conocimiento como campesinos. PH: saragapi
Los estudiantes de música montan una canción en los salones del centro comunitario, a unos pocos metros los escuchan las gallinas ponedoras y los retoños de la huerta. La siembra está a cargo de los adultos mayores que se ocupan de lo que mejor saben trabajar: la tierra. Madrugan a conectarse con lo que son: campesinos, conocedores de las plantas, sembradores de semillas. “Ellos volvieron a sentirse útiles, pueden trabajar, volvieron a recordar todo su conocimiento como campesinos que somos. La huerta para ellos es como su tierra, el espacio que nunca han tenido” dice Ilda Luz Silva Marín, se acomoda el sombrero y continúa: “eso es lo irónico del campesino de aquí, han gastado toda su vida en finca, anhelando tener sus tierras y no las pudieron tener. Con ese espacio es como si pudieran recuperar esa tierra”. La huerta produce maíz, frijol, yuca, pepino, cilantro, cebolla, rábanos, zapallo, tomate, de todo un poquito. También tienen gallinas y un lago con peces. Estos productos surten el restaurante comunitario y las cocinas de quienes los cultivan.
Píntelas que yo se las coloreo
PH: Rodrigo Grajales
San Isidro está lleno de color. Las casas también se unen a esta experiencia visual con “píntelas que yo se las coloreo” una iniciativa impulsada por el espíritu de vecindad. Al iniciar el día y abrir la puerta de la propia casa, lo primero qué se ve es la casa del vecino del frente. Cada vecino ve lo mismo. “Yo le pregunto a usted qué quisiera ver cuando se levante por las mañanas. Algo que le alegre la vida, que le recuerde algo bonito, que le ilusione. De ahí salen las pintadas de esas fachadas. Esas fachadas tienen gustos, cuentan historias, ilusiones. Hay muchas pintura de animales que tienen que ver con la naturaleza y las aves por el mismo entorno”, asegura Luz Silva.
PH: Rodrigo Grajales
Para pintar las fachadas se inició trabajando con estudiantes del programa de Artes Visuales de la Universidad Tecnológica de Pereira, pero también se convocó a artistas de todo Colombia. Entre los casi 200 artistas que aplicaron se seleccionaron 18, teniendo especial atención en el sentido pedagógico que tenían. “Tuvimos mucho que aprender de los que vinieron, nos enseñaron bastante sobre todo el interés de compartir y la visión que se tiene del arte por fuera de su sistema de poder: las galerías, los salones, los curadores. El arte se instala en el lugar, se vive con la gente. Si las comunidades no se empoderan en cualquier proceso, sea estético, productivo o pedagógico, estos tienden a desaparecer porque los que los lideran no están”, dice Rodrigo Grajales, quien ha ido vinculando a sus estudiantes de artes visuales en el proceso. Se han pintado hasta el momento 43 casas y 100 metros lineales del mural de colegio de Puerto Caldas. Se pinta para recuperar el color, para llenar de vida la rutina en San Isidro, para tener más presente lo que se quiere.
Ilda Luz Silva Marín Carcajea recordando algunas anécdotas que ha presenciado en este tiempo.
Ilda Luz ha habitado sus 44 años de vida en Puerto Caldas. Ha acompañado el proceso desde el 2011 como presidenta de la Junta de Acción Comunal y para el 2018 se realizará un cambio de presidencia.
Ante la pregunta ¿qué ha sido lo más difícil en sus años de trabajo comunitario? Ilda Luz Silva Responde: “que la gente crea. Es complicado porque son muchos años donde hay cantidad de promesas incumplidas e ilusiones. Donde aún hay una cantidad de necesidades que no están satisfechas.” El trabajo en San Isidro es una unión de voluntades que entre colores, música, lecturas, siembra y arte forman un proyecto que demuestra que es un proceso político más que de resistencia, de construcción.
Otros proyectos:
Busco una señal: idea de re-significar el territorio a través de mensajes que construyan una pedagogía del buen vivir.
En sus ojos: niños de la comunidad plasman su mirada del mundo a través de la fotografía.
De puertas para adentro: documentación periodística, relatos personales y familiares.
Píntelas, que yo se las coloreo: realizado entre estudiantes del programa de Artes Visuales de la UTP, artistas convocados de fuera y dentro del país y la comunidad.
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*Por Sara Gaviria Piedrahita
*Realizado para el periódico Ciudad Cultural
#pereira#san isidro#arte#art#community#violencia#comunidad#Risaralda#colombia#periodismo#saragapi#journalist#women
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“Women Make Film” marathon reviews (2/?)
Sleepwalking Land (2007, Mozambique)
From 1977 to 1992, Mozambique was in a state of civil war. Mozambique, situated in Africa’s southeast corner above South Africa and separated by a channel from Madagascar, still reckons with the human, political, and social legacies of that conflict. Exacerbated by the Soviet Union and the anti-communist Apartheid South Africa (both meddling for influence in Mozambican affairs), the war quickly reached a conclusion as those foreign regimes disintegrated. In the final year of the Mozambican Civil War, author Mia Couto published an acclaimed magical realism novel, Terra Sonâmbula (Sleepwalking Land), that takes place with the war as a backdrop. Couto’s book inspired a film adaptation by Teresa Prata – Portuguese-born, Mozambican-raised, and now living in Germany.
Sleepwalking Land is Prata’s first feature film as a director. She was mesmerized by Couto’s book, saying that memories of the war rushed through her head while reading. Believing the text to be deeply cinematic, she spent seven years to complete this adaptation of Sleepwalking Land. The final print is a film difficult to categorize. Comprised of two parallel narratives, Prata has the narratives blend into the other as the film progresses. Its magical realism elements only appear in the final half-hour of the film. One scene in particular will most likely shock, if not offend, Western viewers. But the actions in that scene are considered a traditional behavior in Mozambique (something that I shall explain later in this write-up). Central to Sleepwalking Land is the idea that storytelling is integral to survival – especially as the innocent trod through their war-torn homeland.
In the Mozambican countryside, we encounter eleven-year-old Muidinga (Nick Lauro Teresa) and a much older man named Tuahir (Aladino Jasse). Their relationship is unclear, but Muidinga refers to Tuahir as “Uncle” (if the film’s dialogue is to be believed, they are probably not related). Muidinga wishes to find his mother, but the search has been fruitless. The young refugee also appears not to remember much about his life before his journeys with Tuahir; he cannot even recall how he and Tuahir met. The elderly Tuahir is a storyteller who makes clear his desire to leave the past behind – the audience learns almost nothing about that past by film’s end. This duo has been wandering the countryside, but one day stumble upon the wreckage of a torched bus. They bury the charred bodies of those who died in their seats, salvage a diary from one of the victims, and take shelter in the bus (“What is already burnt cannot burn again.”) Muidinga reads from the diary (Tuahir is illiterate), and learns that the writer is a woman searching for her missing son. He believes, however unlikely, he is that very son and that the writer is his mother.
If the viewer expects details about the Mozambican Civil War itself, just note that those details never appear. Prata elects to keep the affiliations of the roving militias as ambiguous as possible. Like Couto’s text, this film adaptation of Sleepwalking Land has not taken any sides or political stances – save the notion that war is solely a destructive force. But it is not war itself that Sleepwalking Land focuses on, but how its central characters respond to the traumas it has unleashed on their lives. Muidinga and Tuahir enter the film with unrevealed, if not unknowable, pasts. “You don’t even have a story,” Tuahir tells the young boy.
Muidinga responds by creating his own life story, however fantastical. He is reborn; the particulars of the civil war, the loss of his parents, and the famine that affected Mozambique prior to this rebirth is fully removed from his lived experiences. Muidinga’s imagination leads the film into its magical realism. Having never seen the ocean and despite being nowhere near the beach, Muidinga transports himself and Tuahir there – without ever leaving the bus. Muidinga has broken the inescapable cycle that has trapped him and Tuahir. Upon this development, Tuahir realizes that the young boy he has been accompanying has learned all that he needs to survive in desperate, nightmarish times. In each of these scenes, Paulo Rebelo’s (2000’s O Fantasma) editing does well to transition between the scenes depicting the diary entries the roundabout travels of Muidinga and Tuahir, lending a documentary-like feel to the latter.
Plot-hungry viewers will probably demand for explanations for Muidinga’s amnesia and Tuahir’s past, but the film refuses to provide any answers. To those viewers: stop resisting the film’s refusal to accommodate your expectations, and allow it to tell its story on its own terms.
And as for expectations, one shocking scene in Sleepwalking Land will undoubtedly startle Western audiences and requires explanation for anybody reading this review after viewing the film. The behavior in that scene is custom in Mozambique. In Mozambique, young boys and girls are “initiated” by elder men and women, respectively, as they reach puberty. In a secluded environment, the elders will teach the young ones about sexuality. Sexual initiation of Mozambican children was banned by the left-wing FRELIMO party after securing independence from Portugal and establishing one-party control. FRELIMO argued that initiation rites promoted female subservience; their many critics dismissed this as simplistic, saying that the rites provided women with sexual education they might not otherwise get.
The ban on initiation rites has long been lifted in Mozambique, though the practice is no longer as prominent as it used to be. In keeping with the film’s fidelity to Mozambican culture at this time, Prata includes Muidinga’s initiation in this film. The scene is filmed obliquely, in a matter-of-fact way. The audience never sees anything graphic and Tuahir’s verbal descriptions are innocuous, but the implication of what he is doing to Muidinga is clear. Prata, a child of both Africa and Europe, could not have filmed this scenario with any greater respect to her actors and the cultures she was raised in. For Western viewers like myself, it is one of more than a few teaching moments in Sleepwalking Land.
The film’s two leads in Nick Lauro Teresa and Aladino Jasse are both non-professional actors. Their acting might not be the most accomplished, but the dynamic between the two is a joy to watch. Though they probably are not related, their characters have an asymmetric emotional intimacy understandable considering their situation. In what might have been a dour, overlong experience, Teresa and Jasse inject enough charm and humor to keep Sleepwalking Land bearable. The same cannot be written for the parallel story fronted by Kindzu (Helio Fumo) and Farida (Ilda Gonzalez), which throws the film’s narrative propulsion off-balance whenever Teresa and Jasse are not on-screen. To everyone’s credit, the acting ensemble helps Sleepwalking Land feel like a vivid dream – from the silences paired with the rural landscapes, the decisional logic, and the film’s impossible conclusion (but it is one that, mind you, works).
Though Sleepwalking Land has made appearances in film festival across the world, it – and Teresa Prata’s career (this is Prata’s most recent movie, and by what is provided in Sleepwalking Land, I would like to see much more from her) – has never found much traction. I may not have read Couto’s novel prior to viewing this film (the novel is available in an English translation), but its novelistic overtures are felt throughout the film. The blending of narratives flows like something from a printed page, rather than quickly edited into yet another one of Christopher Nolan’s moviemaking mazes. From its humble, low-budget origins, Sleepwalking Land is composed in its singular artistic vision and confident about the depth of human endurance.
My rating: 8/10
^ Based on my personal imdb rating. Half-points are always rounded down. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog (as of July 1, 2020, tumblr is not permitting certain posts with links to appear on tag pages, so I cannot provide the URL).
For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.
NOTE #1: This is the second of an unspecified amount of film reviews on this blog relating to films that I saw as part of Turner Classic Movies’ (TCM) Women Make Film marathon.
NOTE #2: Sleepwalking Land is currently available to watch on YouTube for free. The print includes English subtitles in the closed-captioning options.
#Sleepwalking Land#Teresa Prata#Nick Lauro Teresa#Aldino José#Hélio Fumo#Ilda Gonzalez#Laura Soveral#Dominique Gentil#Mia Couto#Women Make Film#TCM#My Movie Odyssey
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Shota aizawa imagine where his students discover he's married and his s/o is also a teacher.
“I hope I have them as a teacher,” Mineta commented, oblivious to the drool running down his chin as he watched you walk away after assisting Aizawa with today’s hand to hand combat lesson.
“They are very strong,” Ilda agreed, memorizing the tips you had given him on his training.
“And hot,” Mineta added, still staring.
“The two of you fought perfectly together against us, have you worked with them before?” Izuku asked.
“Yes, we also went to school together,” Aizawa answered, watching you walk away.
“As shameless as Mineta, staring at their ass like that Sensei,” Bakugou commented.
“I’ll stare at my spouse’s ass if I want,” the man responded nonchalantly, his eyes still watching you.
“Spouse?” the class shouted in perfect unison, snapping Aizawa away from you.
“Is it that surprising?” he asked, tugging his scarf up some.
“Yes,” several shot back.
“You get to touch that whenever you want?” Mineta asked, not bothering to hide his jealousy.
“I will make you life an even bigger hell than it already is,” Aizawa threatened the short pervert.
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TAG: 13 PERGUNTAS PESSOAIS
A Adri da Silva aderiu ao YouTube em 2011, num canal em conjunto com a sua mãe chamado “Adriana & Ilda”, apenas como um hobby e, neste momento, tem mais de 137 mil subscritores nesta plataforma. Possui também mais de 143 mil seguidores no Instagram.
Em Agosto de 2017 tomaram a decisão de separar os seus canais de YouTube, mantendo o canal existente como “Adri da Silva” e a sua mãe criou um novo como “Ilda Silva”, que conta com mais de 25 mil subscritores.
Estudou no Instituto Superior de Comunicação Empresarial, em Lisboa e acabou a licenciatura em Comunicação Empresarial este ano. A partir daí decidiu começar a trabalhar a 100% no YouTube.
1. O QUE COSTUMAS PEDIR NO STARBUCKS?
As únicas vezes que fui ao Starbucks foi quando fui a Londres, nas férias de Verão do 9º ano. Só pedia mesmo café expresso e não tinha nada a ver com o café de Portugal! Foi um desespero durante uma semana…
2. ARTIGO DO TEU ARMÁRIO QUE NÃO DISPENSAS?
Acho que as calças de ganga são um must have em todos os armários! Gosto muito de mom jeans, principalmente da Bershka. No entanto, na minha opinião, umas skinny jeans são muito mais versáteis, ficam bem com qualquer look.
3. UMA COISA QUE NÃO SABEM SOBRE TI?
Sou uma pessoa super tranquila e tolerante relativamente ao que é diferente e não tão aceite pela sociedade, mas na minha vida pessoal sou uma pessoa bastante ansiosa e dura comigo mesma e com os meus objetivos!
4. UMA COISA QUE QUERES FAZER ANTES DE MORRER?
Viajar por todos os países do mundo!
Já/Apenas fui a 3 países, todos na europa, e adoro poder conhecer novas pessoas, novas culturas, costumes… É algo que verdadeiramente me apaixona! Quando começar a trabalhar a 100% vou sem dúvida juntar dinheiro para conseguir viajar algumas vezes por ano.
Com isto não significa que não ame o meu país e as várias cidades, vilas e aldeias… aliás vou passear por vários sítios de Portugal durante o ano! Fica mais barato viajar por Portugal, e como tenho carro próprio posso simplesmente decidir pegar no carro e seguir viagem.
5. COMIDA FAVORITA?
Sou uma pessoa que no dia-a-dia não come muito a cada refeição, mas se for alguma das minhas comidas favoritas eu como até ter de desapertar o botão das calças!
Não consigo mencionar apenas um prato favorito, tenho vários. Amo uma boa francesinha, com um bife tenrinho e molho picante! Venero pizza e como muito mais do que devia… Também gosto muito de carne de porco à alentejana e jardineira!
6. A FRASE QUE REGE A TUA VIDA?
Não é propriamente uma frase que rege a minha vida, mas sim uma frase que me identifica totalmente: “She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head”- Janet Fitch.
7. O QUE MAIS E MENOS GOSTAS NO YOUTUBE?
Comecei a ser consumidora de YouTube numa fase difícil da minha vida, em que me sentia mais em baixo e não saía tanto de casa.
Por esse motivo, o que mais gosto no YouTube é a companhia que me fez e faz, poder conhecer várias opiniões diferentes sobre os mais variados assuntos e o facto de ser uma ferramenta de aprendizagem (tutoriais, DIY’s).
O que menos gosto é a falta de criatividade de alguns youtubers, que se limitam a copiar temas de vídeos que já existem e não tentam criar novos conteúdos! O facto de muitos youtubers terem entrado neste mundo simplesmente porque sabem que hoje em dia é possível fazer do YouTube uma profissão e podem ganhar fama, dinheiro e produtos de graça também me desagrada um pouco. Para não falar das pessoas que fazem publicidade a determinados produtos simplesmente porque são pagas e não os usam realmente, nem os consideram produtos de qualidade!
8. MÚSICA FAVORITA DO MOMENTO?
Os meus estilos de música preferidos são o Hip Hop e o Reggae, mas ouço um pouco de tudo! E gosto bastante de músicas animadas que dão para dançar (apesar de não ter jeitinho nenhum), tipo Reggaeton e brasileirada.
A minha música do momento é a “Taki Taki” do DJ Snake com a Selena Gomez, Ozuna e Cardi B, é super animada, levanta logo o astral!
9. ESTILO PESSOAL?
O meu estilo é bastante descontraído! Calças de ganga, crop tops, kimonos, camisolas de malha, casacos quentinhos…
Raramente ando mais aperaltada, nem ao fim de semana o meu estilo se altera muito. Só mesmo em jantares bastante especiais ou saídas para sítios que tenham um determinado dress code é que tento ir mais “arranjada”.
10. NÚMERO FAVORITO?
Sinceramente não sou o tipo de pessoa que tenha um número/cor favoritos. Mas se tiver de escolher apenas um diria que é o número 13, simplesmente porque é considerado o número do azar e eu não considero que seja um número que vá definir se o dia (ou outra coisa qualquer) nos vai correr bem ou não!
11. DOIS HOBBIES?
O que mais gosto de fazer nos tempos livres é ver séries de investigação criminal e viajar, nem que seja um simples passeio de fim-de-semana ou apenas de um dia inteiro por alguma cidade de Portugal.
12. DUAS COISAS QUE TE IRRITAM EM TI?
Não conseguir controlar a minha ansiedade e negatividade tanto como gostaria (é um trabalho constante). Ficar demasiado incomodada com o que se passa à minha volta, mesmo que não seja algo que me afete diretamente.
13. GUILTY PLEASURE?
Para quem não está familiarizado com o termo, um guilty pleasure (prazer culposo) é “algo, como um filme, um programa de televisão ou uma peça de música, que se desfruta apesar do sentimento de que não é geralmente considerado de alto nível, ou é visto como algo incomum ou estranho”.
Visto que eu sou uma pessoa totalmente contra o que é socialmente aceite/questionável e acho que ninguém deve ter vergonha de ver, ler ou fazer o bem lhe apetecer, desde que não prejudique ninguém, não considero sequer que deviam existir “guilty pleasures”.
Este é sem dúvida o post mais pessoal que já fiz. Espero que tenham gostado desta abordagem de trazer as tags que se fazem frequentemente nos vídeos do YouTube para um post no blog!
Perguntas como estas são um bom ponto de partida quando estamos com um grupo de amigos e está cada um agarrado ao seu telemóvel, aparentemente sem mais assuntos para conversar! Experimentem fazer um “jogo” e cada um responder às perguntas, irão ver que vai ser bastante interessante!
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Beyond the Stars - Chapter 5
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I have been SOOOO behind on writing, and with Etrian Odyssey Nexus on the rise, I figured I should at least get back into writing to prepare for the ordeal that is the upcoming Nexus game. I also hope you don't mind me skipping over Syrik for a chapter, as despite mentioning him a few times, I'll be introducing him later.
Korey, Kyo, and Demetria reach the Council Hall after Keiko is already looking around at the Hall’s interior decoration and slowly moving to the prince, while Hilda seems to be trying to catch her breath after being dragged by an overly excited Keiko. Upon hearing the trio approach her, she turns to face them.
"Yeaaah, I forgot to mention my sister really loves meeting royal people, Hilda. I think the hype finally got to her head… My apologies for not telling you that sooner." Demetria explained to the exhausted Harbinger, as she stands up, flicking the sweat off her head.
"I’d still appreciate a warning, at least… felt like I ran a fucking marathon." Hilda complained, approaching the trio as Kyo looked around in an attempt to find Keiko. "I assume she went on in to meet the Prince, then?" She asked, as the white haired girl nodded in response to Kyo's question.
"She’s been staring at the interior decoration for some time, and I guess she got tired of waiting and went on without waiting for all of you..." Hilda sighed, as the brown haired Fencer started making his way into the Council Hall. "Well, guess that concludes that question. Let’s not keep his Majesty waiting." Korey addressed, as the four of them, without further incentive, entered the Hall.
As the group proceeds without stopping, they hear Keiko conversing with Ramus, contrasting Demetria’s worry she was likely gonna stir trouble the moment they entered, though it might change soon. "Hope we weren’t interrupting, Your Highness." Korey announced, trying not to come off as rude. Ramus and Keiko turn to face Korey, as Keiko waves at the guild, though mostly at Demetria.
"Oh, no, you’re not. In fact, Keiko here was just about to go out and get you guys… But, seeing as you stand before me, I believe that saves us plenty of time." Ramus addressed, looking at the guild standing before him, recognizing a familiar face.
"Ah, so you’ve brought Hilda as well?" He inquired, as Keiko easily answered before Korey or Hilda could answer the question. "Yep! Korey was pretty nice to offer the three of us a spot in his guild! Hehe~" As she said that, she was kind of close to Ramus, and that could prove troublesome if the guards happened to witness it.
Demetria sighs before walking up to Keiko and grabs her by her Therian ear, dragging her away from Ramus. "If you can stop being in the Princes’ bubble space, the more relieved I will be!"
"Ow, owie, my ear, I’m sorry, I’m sorrrrrryyyyyyy..."
Ramus chuckles a bit before looking at Korey. "I trust you’re the leader of this guild, then?" Korey nodded, and does a quick bow. "The only leader the Lux Guild will ever need. My name is Korey, and to get straight to the point of why we're here, we would like to take the beginner’s mission, Your Highness."
Ramus nodded, quickly understanding that the guild before him is new to Iorys. "Ah, yes, the mission. The mission is simple- in order to prove your dedication to explore Yggdrasil, you’ll need a tree and mud sample from the first floor. And of course, mapping out the first floor is also part of this test. It’s better to be safe than lost." The prince explained, to the guild, before turning to Hilda.
"Regrettably, you’ll have to retake it as well, Hilda. It may come off as unfair to have your new guild-members rely on you for everything, especially given the circumstance of your previous situation." Hilda let out an annoyed sigh, but quickly get's over her minor anger moment. "It’s alright, your Highness. I’m relieved to hear it, if anything." Hilda acknowledged, thankful that she was not rushed to continue where she left off.
It would've put her friends and her guild-members in danger, as they have no knowledge of the first three floors. Better to just roll with the flow and slowly make progress than rushing headstrong into danger. As Hilda continues her train of thought, Ramus grabs a few materials relating to map making, and hands it to Korey.
"You’ll use these to map out the first floor, and for most of the floors the Yggdrasil will have. Marking which areas are important, where things are, and what the floors are like will give us knowledge of what Yggdrasil contains." Ramus begins, before heading back to grab something. Korey hands some of the materials he had to Keiko and Demetria, as Ramus gave Korey two books.
"What are these?" Korey asked, as Hilda grabbed one of the books from him and quickly glanced at the title, and some of the pages within it. "A Monster and Item Compendium. Not every explorer will recall exact details of a monster or item from their memory, so they are essential to remembering which enemies and items we'll find in Yggdrasil." Hilda explained, as she glanced in Korey's direction.
"I can fill in some of these pages for us in advance, but you will all need to get some map training. Especially you, Korey." She continued, as Korey gulped as Hilda's glance turned into a stare. "Why do you make it sound like I'm gonna goof off while the others work?" Korey questioned, as Hilda quickly dismissed his question before handing the book she had back to him.
Kyo turned to Ramus and bowed, seeing as they are ready to leave. "Thanks for taking the time to talk to us, Prince Ramus. It was an honor to meet you." Ramus simply gave the Celestrian Warlock a smile. "It’s no big deal, really. Speaking with the explorers is what will help us all with the exploration of Yggdrasil, and hopefully, solve the mysteries that lie within it."
As Korey and the other start to leave, they are quickly stopped by Ramus, seemingly forgetting to say something. "Before you leave for Yggdrasil, I suggest you prepare yourself by going to Syrik’s shop. You’ll never know what Yggdrasil may bring, so I suggest going there before going to Yggdrasil." Korey and the others nod at his advice, making their way out of the Council Hall and head to Syrik’s shop.
Kyo recounts all the money they had brought with them with Korey, making sure that none of the explorers they pass by steal some of their money without them noticing. "Three hundred is not much to buy us every equipment in the shop, Korey..." Kyo spoke in concern, seeing as half of their money combined isn't enough to buy everything the shop may have to offer.
"Yeah, it might not… We’ll just have to be equally sparring with weapons and armor. It’s better worth trying to find a balance than risk damage over getting severely hurt." Korey suggested, thinking on behalf of not only him or Kyo, but to the rest of his guild-members. It would be a tough balance to keep, considering the source of income may come purely from items contained within Yggdrasil.
"Hilda, is that you?"
A familiar voice reaches Hilda's ears, as she stops and turns to face the familiar voice.
"Father…?" She asked aloud, causing the others to stop and turn to Hilda, before noticing someone approaching them. The armor the man wore was enough to give Korey the idea that the man in question is of the Dragoon class. His black hair and beard could easily match with his black long coat from a glance. Hilda walks up to him as he knelt down to Hilda's height and the two embraced each other in to family hug.
"D’aaawww, that’s heart warming..." Keiko sighed, beaming at the sight of (possibly) a parental figure. "Demetria, is that guy Hilda’s father?" Korey questioned, as Demetria took a few seconds to recall something that Hilda once told them before Korey and Kyo arrived.
"I'm not sure. She did say her father was a Dragoon, but we weren’t introduced to him in person…" Demetria responded, as Hilda and the Dragoon separate from the hug, looking at each other as the man stood up from kneeling down. "I see you’ve finally manage to find a guild." He began, as a smile formed on his face simply from glancing at Hilda's own smile.
"Indeed I have, father. I'm finally going to be heading back into Yggdrasil again!" Hilda grinned, clearly excited about the road ahead of her. "Indeed you are, my lovely daughter." He chuckled, as he approached Korey and the others, looking over the four of them as Hilda walked alongside him.
"So, who is the leader of this guild?"
"That’d be me, sir. I’m Korey." Korey quickly answered, reaching his hand out in greeting. Despite the difference in height, the black haired man greets him back and shook Korey's hand in return. "A fine name, lad. My name is Tyrone. Who might these girls be?" Tyrone inquired.
As if on cue, Keiko proceeded to introduce herself first. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tyrone. I’m Keiko, and this is my sister, Demetria!" Keiko placed her hand on Demetria's shoulder, giving her the hint to introduce herself next. "Nice to make your acquaintance, Tyrone. This here is Beta."
Beta barks and wags his tail when Demetria called his name. "And I’m Kyo. It's nice to meet you, Tyrone." Kyo smiled, as Tyrone smiled back, letting go of Korey's hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet all of you. Especially you, Korey. You gave my daughter another chance where an ungrateful bastard left her." Korey tilted his head in confusion. "Uhhh, thanks? But who’s the ungrateful-"
"It’s best not to mention his name… It just irks me if it ever gets brought up." Hilda cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "But aren’t we likely to meet him in Yggdrasil, Hilda?" Kyo asked, causing Hilda to think about her own words for a moment.
"...Yeah, you're right, Kyo. Guess that kind of makes it harder..." Hilda sighed, gazing at the ground for a few seconds before Keiko decided to change the subject. "So what brings you here, Mr. Tyrone?"
"Oh, I merely wanted to check up on my daughter. I’ve been meaning to visit sooner, but frequent trips to the labyrinth for materials caught me up recently…" Tyrone explains as he places a hand on Hilda’s head and rubs through her hair, causing Hilda's cheeks to turn red. "After all, she is the only thing I have to call a family."
"Daaaad, stop it, you’re embarrassing me..." Hilda commented, trying to hide her blush from the others. The way Hilda spoke made Korey chuckle for a couple of seconds, before Tyrone lifted his hand from her hair. "I’ll see you later, Hilda. I still need to finish some repairs on the house before I can show it to your friends."
"R-Right. Later, father." Hilda acknowledged, as Tyrone soon headed out from the guilds' sight. Although Keiko kind of had a question that she wanted to ask him, she figured it'd be better if she asked Hilda about it. "You had a house the entire time? Why didn't you tell us?"
"Because father has been working on it long before I came around. He’s just finishing up on some final touches on it." Hilda admitted, turning to face Keiko and the others. "Anyways, let’s make our preparations for the first floor. The sooner we get this done, the better."
Hilda continued, looking towards Korey as if awaiting her next move. "Right. Let’s go, everyone." He finally spoke up, as they continued onward to the shop. Despite wasting a bit of time talking to Tyrone, they make it to the shop without any issues.
Soon, the journey through Yggdrasil begins...
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