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YES I love protective Drayton fr its REAL TO ME IN MY HEART. Love love love the idea then when he's angry, he's still sporting a smile but just the Vibes you know. The aura. It's tense. His voice still carries the same cadence but there's an underlying of steel to it. Either you follow what he says or be ready to face off against an Archaludon that's ready to fight for his angry Trainer.

Another fun idea is like, Drayton's the sort that's slow to boil. Not much gets under his skin. He let most things slide off his back but when something really ticks him off, something that makes him angry (maybe blatantly insulting Iris, harassing his friends, etc), it builds slowly like a kettle. When it reaches the tipping point, he just rages.

Like how a Dragon-type would snarl and fight with teeth and fangs, Drayton's the same. He'd let his Pokemon do most of the heavy lifting but Watch Out. He can and will throw hands if it comes down to it. Just dangerous eyes, teeth barred, clenched fists--it's a sight to see.

When he's calmer, it's like a switch being flipped. Suddenly he's all smiles again, maybe making quips here and there to an audience who saw what happens if you make the resident slacker furious. It's a wake-up call to remind people that Drayton is one of the strongest in the academy for a reason

God yes bcmxnxmd

Your honour you are so right chxnbd idk I always picture his stronger emotions to be gradual, there's a build up, like his sadness and anxiety, his anger is the same, he lets a lot of things slide but once that reaches its peak too, he combust. Ough the mental image of him barking his teeth please your honour that's canon to me bc it's like my lil hc w Iris, imagine if he's like that tho bc Iris in my hcs has sharp teeth, so when she's pissed she bares her fangs, imagine if Drayton got that habit too so when he's pissed he would snarl and bare his teeth at others

I do love characters like this tho, the comic relief esque kinda characters, the ones that doesn't seem to have one bad bone in their body, but then w Drayton, everyone would think oh he's pretty chill unlike the rest of his fam (given Iris is oftentimes impulsive too), so maybe, just maybe, nothing gets under his skin yknow

But then he stops joking around them, his smile seems forced as shit, there's this aura surrounding him that just screams if you're gonna fuck around more you're gonna find out what what's it like at the receiving end of Electro Shot. Most of the time ofc, people would back down, they'd rather not face off the academy's former champion, they know how skilled Drayton was, being trained by both Opelucid Gym Leader and the Champion of their region, they know that Drayton could just sweep their team w just his Archaludon

Tho it would also be an interesting take if someone did, like, piss him off, didn't back down, telling him he's just like that bc his family would be there to back him up whatever happens. Imagine Drayton's smile fading, and he's just... Staring at them. Then he laughs, takes out a pokeball, calls out Archaludon, and going on how that other person would really just fuck around and find out, pointing at them, his hands were trembling out of rage, his smile twisted, almost snarling, almost baring his teeth, as he commanded Archaludon to attack

And hey y'know good thing the other person's pokemon was quick on protecting them, who knows what could've happened hahaha

But still y'know, maybe that was the point that no one would really test Drayton anymore, as chill as he is, he will go through lengths to protect his friends

#it would be funny too but also dope bc crispin and drayton friendship my beloved that the reason #for that fight was bc some student insulted crispin's cooking #and drayton was all 'oh hell nah'#then he proceeds to throw hands lmfaooo #imagine after that hes always really hanging out next to crispin #crispin just talking to kieran abt this show theyre watching and drayton's sitting next to crispin #not really listening hes just taking a nap hahah #like how rika just follows geeta around too hahaha #pokemon hcs #an ask and an answer #anon

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alexa-crowe · 1 year

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i am so sick of people saying game of thrones was a good show except for the last season or the last two seasons IT WAS BAD THE WHOLE TIME!!! like it was so bad that i couldn’t finish watching season two. it absolutely reeks of misogyny, and no one should’ve been surprised that s8 was so bad after the previous 7. it was abundantly obvious that people with a lot of control over the show (mostly benioff and weiss) didn’t give a shit about being faithful to the message and themes of the books, and if they are not faithful to the source, they have no faith at all. there can be no genuinely good intent at that point. of course every single character was disrespected, the show was made for men who care little and less about nuance. when dany stepped into drogo’s funeral fire, her hair didn’t burn off. can’t get rid of her beauty image or a good chunk of the audience will be lost! like oh my god if i hear it one more time i’m going to combust.

#i like the show as much as anybody else i think it has value etc etc #BUT IT WAS ALSO REALLY BAD #got #rambling

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Black Earth Rising is not the kind of drama that allows its audience to be caught napping. In the first couple of minutes alone, a Q&A session with an esteemed human rights lawyer dissolves into a ferocious argument over the “neo-colonialist bullshit” and “self-righteous western paternalism” of the international criminal court (ICC). Moments after we see an animated sequence of a young girl being lifted from a pit of bodies.

Anyone familiar with writer/director/producer Hugo Blick’s previous lofty BBC series The Shadow Line and The Honourable Woman will know he has a flair for unapologetically complex thrillers that pick away at global conspiracies. This is rich, demanding drama that is well worth investing in.

The Honourable Woman was set against the backdrop of the Israel-Palestine conflict; with Black Earth Rising, Blick widens his scope even further, to examine the moral jurisdiction of the ICC and the west’s relationship with Africa. Harriet Walter plays a barrister, Eve Ashby, whose adopted daughter, Kate, survived the Rwandan genocide. Kate (Michaela Coel, proving she can do serious just as well as comedy) is dealing with her own ghosts, but when Eve takes on the prosecution of a warlord responsible for recruiting child soldiers in the Democratic Republic of the Congo – though, crucially, also for halting the slaughter of the Tutsis in 1994 – Kate begins to question who is on the right side, and what the right side is.

And this is only part of the overall story. As all good drama should, Black Earth Rising asks big, thorny questions, stoking debate rather than closing it down, not least when it comes to conversations over history and to whom it belongs.

At a time when the global appetite for political cooperation is in decline, what does it mean to have an international court presiding over predominantly African cases? “I discovered that most, if not all, of the ICC’s formal indictments were against 40-odd black Africans,” Blick has said, of his inspiration for the series. Are we past the age of western interference? Should there be, as one character demands early on, “African solutions for African problems?” Is the ICC enacting self-righteous western paternalism, tainting the global image of an entire continent, or is Eve, as she appears to truly believe, delivering justice to those who need it most?

Clearly there are no easy answers, and that point is pressed home; one particularly harrowing scene involving UN peacekeepers shows that honourable intentions are not the same as fair and just results.

This all takes place against a backdrop of corruption and cover-ups in which everything could be a threat and it seems impossible to take anyone at their word. It weaves a web of possible leads and connections. Why this warlord, and what is the link to Eve and Kate? What’s in the envelope? And where did John Goodman, playing the boss of the law firm Kate works at, get that ice cream?

As much as it’s an examination of moral boundaries and international justice, it’s also a solid thriller, taking its time to lay the breadcrumbs of several mysteries amid a constant murmur of menace. It also looks fantastic. Blick loves a lingering shot and there are several conversations lit almost in silhouette that could have come straight from the stage. The cast are as good as it gets.

The fact that it crams at least a feature film’s worth of plot into the opening episode could indicate that such a pace will be impossible to sustain, but then again, Blick has managed it before, even if The Shadow Line did turn out to be mostly, sort of, about pensions. Black Earth Rising offers more than ratings-grabbing popcorn thrills. It flings an enormous cast of characters into a series of desperately combustible situations, and it demands that you keep up. It is, potentially, quite brilliant.

#black earth rising

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fearsmagazine · 11 months

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FANGS OUT - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: Stadium Media

SYNOPSIS: A Group of college students head to Mexico for some cheap plastic surgery. There they meet Dr. Pavor, a creepy surgeon who is actually a vampire, harvesting victims for his blood cartel. Aided by his blood thirsty nurses he systematically carries out his evil plan. When a detective looking for his missing daughter arrives - all hell breaks loose in a bloody combustible conclusion.

REVIEW: Filmmaker Dennis Devine to date has over 30 credits to his name, beginning with the first feature he directed in 1989, “Fatal Images.” That film was a genre film about a haunted camera possessed by a serial killer, and over the years he’s made numerous genre films, quite a few in the vampire genre. In FANGS OUT the head vampire uses the cover of a Mexican plastic surgery clinic to lure victims in.

The plot is a fun idea that begins to fall apart with burdensome cliches, bad one liners and tons of sexual innuendos and references that could have benefited from a polish by a female screenwriter. It amounts to soft-porn without the visuals. Three of the friends are there for the surgery and one is there for moral support. Almost every scene contains a moment where she questions the shadiness of the clinic. She also is a lesbian catholic school reject that the head vampire has an affinity for. Talk about back loading a character to fill plot holes! Once you get past the initial setup the story delivers everything you expect it to with no real surprises. The story attempts satire, possibly humor, but it tries too hard to get those laughs and the jokes fall like a lead balloon. There is a scene with nurse Anna and a random character that feels like a gag they shoehorned into the plot that could have been cut without any impact on the story.

The production values are uneven. There are times the cinematography is too hot. There are numerous annoying rough edits. There are scenes in the same location where there is an air unit running and as they cut between characters the background sound appears and disappears. The costumes look like bagged outfits from a ninety-nine cents store. The makeup on nurse Anna is bad, as are all the prosthetic fangs that look like bad dentures. The production design utilizes lots of fabric or sheets to turn rooms into operating rooms, in addition to protect the vampires from sunlight.

The performances are monotone. I’ve seen better performances in a porn films and I’m not talking about the sex scenes. It feels like they are all in on the joke and are nodding to each other thinking the audience won’t notice. There are a few times when actress Stacy Aung’s work rises above the rest for a moment, but it quickly degrades back to the same level as the rest of the cast. With the fangs in, it becomes difficult to understand what they are saying and it looks like they might spit them out any second.

FANGS OUT takes a timely topic and never hits its mark as it is stiffelled by lackluster production values, poor acting, and some sloppy writing. I’m a bit surprised because being familiar with some of director Dennis Devine’s other films, FANGS OUT feels rushed. Many of his films have that B movie feel, but there are good B movies and bad ones. Much like the character of Madison, I’m here to warn you that this is a bit shady.

Intentional or not, I did find it funny that many of the names in the cast sound like the names of porn stars and Veronica Ricci has done her share of them.

CAST: Stacy Aung, Samuel Code, Heidi Hemlock, Angel Juarez, Marlene McCohen, Jessie Vane, Brian Easter Jr, Desiree Estrada, Robert Rhine, Randy Oppenheimer and Veronica Ricci. CREW: Director/Cinematographer/Editor - Dennis Devine; Screenplay - Drake Cola & Dennis Devine; Producers - David S. Sterling & Randy Oppenheimer; Production Designer/Special Effects - Richard Calderon; Digital Effects - Jeff Leroy OFFICIAL: fangs-out.com FACEBOOK: N.A. TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/6MmtSXKjeT4 RELEASE DATE: On digital May 23rd, 2023

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay), or 👎 (Dislike)

Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

#film review #movie review #fangs out #stadium media #dennis devine #veronica ricci #Stacy Aung #desiree estrada #horror #vampires #latinx #joseph mauceri #joseph b mauceri

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Article about Miss America (later Chocolate USA), The Tampa Tribune, Nov 23, 1990

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These kids are alright

Koster unfurls Miss America

By Steven Perez

The 30 or so people gathered at USF's Empty Keg on election night learned of Lawton Chiles’ gubernatorial victory the weird way.

A slight, unassuming 18-year-old with a thin ponytail and thrift store clothes made them rise and place their hands over their hearts as he sang 2 Live Crew's “Me So Horny” to the national anthem.

Then he led his band into a musical fun house of schlock culture and vaudevillian teen anarchy. Painfully quirky at points and poignant at others, it was a typical show for Julian Koster and Miss America. And no one walked out in confusion.

“That was more of a factor when I was playing solo,” said Koster, who also works at Pizza Hut and studies English at St. Petersburg Junior College.

“I'd be playing at places where the first band would have to remove these huge double-bass drum sets from the stage. Then I'd get up there — one person with a guitar and do these three-note weird-out guitar lines to pre-taped stuff. Then I'd throw a lizard mask on. They'd just be, ya know (insert glazed look here).”

Since summer Koster has slowly folded musicians into his gooey musical batter. Now Miss America features a solid foundation of guitar, bass, drums and violin.

Koster may be a sort of goofball messiah to the segment of Tampa's rock scene that’s grown weary of standard fare. Being a well-read, only child of culturally active New York City parents makes it almost a birthright. Having a self-described “absolute compulsion” to be public spectacle makes it a reality.

Either way, there are few other local acts that care to occasionally smash equipment, cut each other's hair, employ TVs and electric sanders, worship Muhammad Ali or allow toddlers to sit in on toy drum sets, If not always brilliant, the scattershot result is at least refreshing, drawing as

much from comedy improvisation as from Camper Van Beethoven or David Byrne.

“I'm consistently amazed because it seems like the audience actually likes us,” said Keith Block, 25, the drummer who plays hubcaps and oven racks.

Block also said Miss America has created a following of dependable fans who know just when to get rowdy if the band’ off-center approach isn’t going over well.

It can be difficult to muster a firm reaction to some of Koster’s compositions. The band, which also includes bassist Roxxy Dylwn, 19, and violinist Liza Wakeman, 16, reconciles a smattering of images and sounds into short spontaneous combustions. It usually works.

Why else would the song “Connie Chung” erode into Koster posing as the newscaster, reciting panting, sex-crazed dialogue. Why else would a beauty queen say she'd be better off dead. Why else

would the president of the United States turn his “State of the Universe Address” into a goopy, autoerotic display of mass media exhibitionism.

“I've always been interested in things that hit me in more than one level,” said Koster. “Things that have both a musical aspect and a theatrical aspect make you do more work. They're more like a real

person — not always funny, not always sad, doesn’t always dance. The songs and music are all of us trying to show every aspect of our personalities.”

One example is “Smile,” an instrumental which features a tape of Koster calling strangers to ask if they are lonely. Other pieces are noisy, alter egos which create walls of blissfully mindless guitar.

All together these kids don’t want much — just to finish their debut tape “All Jets Are Gonna Fall Today,” start a telephone hot line, and maybe become bigger than New Kids on the Block — eventually starring in a comic book and providing voices for their own cartoon series.

“Our other goal is to be like Josie and the Pussy Cats and go places and tame people with our music,” said Koster. “We could practice a lot and write a letter to Bush and have him drop us in the Middle East and send all the kids home. We'll play for Saddam. We'll do two or three

sets, I'll put on the lizard mask. ...”

Steven Perez is a Tampa Bay Times staff writer.

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Julian Koster’s Miss America drapes itself with Old Glory and quirky music. “Our ... goal is to be like Josie and the Pussy Cats and go places and tame people with our music,” says Koster. Photograph by Ron J. Berard

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JULIAN KOSTER’S Miss AMERICA

When: Tuesday at 8 p.m.

Where: The Loft Theatre, Tampa

Tickets: $6

#Chocolate USA #Miss America #Julian Koster #Keith Block #Roxy Dylwyn #Liza Wakeman #articles #1990

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aintmyjewelry · 2 years

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I know what you mean about John Mulaney, He had this image of the one good man in Hollywood and it fell apart so fast.

He went to rehab and everyone was like go John get better and the everything combusted. He survived the scandal with Anna and Olivia Munn barely with his reputation in questionable standing.

He then followed that with the critics of his Jewish jokes being increasingly questionable specially after he separated from Anna Marie Tendler.

And now he's taking it to the next step with supporting Dave Chappell's transphobic jokes 😬

He will survive, just like evey male comedian ever, he might have to find a new audience but he'll be fine. I'm sure Netflix is writing the contract for a new special as I type 💀

it is just SO tragic how much of a 180 he did skjflajsdf I know he'll be fine the tour he's been on is doing very well (I almost had tickets for it lmao but his prices are iNSANE) but like man come on what on earth happened with him it's so crazy he built this image and just like started to shatter it completely unprovoked 🧍🏻‍♀️

#this being said i do like that he's one of the voices in chip n dale #i think thats actually kind of funny and fitting for his voice #UGH THATS THE OTHER THING HES LIKE A DECENT ACTOR TOO #LIKE ESPECIALLY WITH VOICE ACTING #COULD WE NOT JUST STAY ON TRACK JOHN

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katsukisbimbo · 4 years

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DDAENG

✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: FLUFFYYDS!!

✯ summary: fan! hawks meeting his newly debuted idol crush y/n at a fansign!

✯wordcount: 2.1k+

✯warning: just swearing and hawks being thirsty <3

✯ note: this literallt came to me because i was trying to turn @hoodtoshi into a bts stan (lowkey succeeded) and i was jus like yea, thirsty hawks

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- you were nervous

- this was your first fan meet after all,, but you were still nervous

- you were only 19 and had already debuted!!

- that didn’t happen to just anyone!!

- you worked super hard to get to where you are today!! everyone knew that!!

- you sighed as your make-up artist continued to paint your lips a dark red colour

- you honestly didn’t look like yourself, but this was to keep up the whole idol image i guess

- “jinhee, how many people are outside? i’m sure only two people came to see me..” you pouted, resulting in your make-up artist to smack your cheek lightly

- “dOn’t say that you dummy! i’m sure a lot of people came to see you!” she scolded, wiping off the excess makeup on a towel

- “now get out, you’re done”

- “i don’t wanna”

- she raised a newspaper and flexed, ready to beat the fuck out of you if she heard another whisper of self-deprecation from you

- “fine! i’m going!” you grumbled, pouting at oncoming soreness of your feet from your heels

- why did idols have to wear heels anyway?

- okay no, you knew why, but sTill!! they sucked!

- you smiled as you saw the buffet table

- one little snack wouldn’t hurt

- >:)

- “keigo stop fuckign puSHING”

- “im so EXCITED!! i’m meeting THE y/n you SLUTBAG!!” keigo yelled as he shook his companion

- dabi sometimes questioned why he was still friends with keigo

- “i SEE that you asshole”

- keigo took this opportunity to punch dabi in the arm, causing dabi to retaliate, causing kEigo to retaliate, causing dAb-

- okay so

- “i’ve been in love with her ever since she debuted!! and she debuted ALONE!! a whole solo artist!! the talent!! the beauty!! i’m in love!!”

- dabi raised a brow at his friend

- “didn’t you tweet about wanting to ‘put a baby inside of her’?”

- keigo felt his cheeks heat up at the possibility of you seeing his indecent tweets about you

- what if you had seen? what if you think he’s a creep? what if you already hated him??

- keigo felt his anxiety creep onto his shoulders as he continued to overthink, not realizing that they were already next to go in

- ruh roh raggy

- keigo didn’t know anything BUT anxiety

- rip keigo we’ll miss you big daddy :,(

- “please come in, please don’t shout”

- whO was shouting?? nobody was shouting

- keigo wasn’t gonna shout

- as keigo was about to shout, he felt himself be silenced by his partner

- all keigo could feel was betrayal

- “calm down you hot dog, you’re going to TALK to her in person jfc. you can tell her how much you want to father her children then”

- it was almost time and you were STILL at the food table

- you saw a small intern approach you with an uneasy look on her face

- she was for sure about to reprimand you

- “m-ms. y/n,, we have to go now!” she stuttered

- she was sO! cute you just couldn’t say no

- so you decided to just sneak a few bags of chips under your skirt before smiling and quickly following her

- you made your way to the stage, peeking behind the curtains

- you saw a huge crowd of people, mostly males, but one man who sat near the front caught your eye

- he had bright yellow eyes with matching blond hair, even wearing some eyeliner

- the unknown male looked absolutely delectable

- he made you bark a little tbh

- you took a deep breath before you were pushed by your manager on the stage, cheers suddenly reaching your ears as your fans confessed their love for you

- quit shamelessly might you add

- you blushed as you watched the cute blond-haired man cup his hands around his mouth and yell—

- “I LOVE YOU Y/N! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!” he yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room

- soon everyone started to yell that they were your biggest fan and that the blond man could never even compare

- but the man had nothing but a satisfied smirk plastered on his handsome face

- did he enjoy starting riots?

- you sat on the chair, placing your hands on top of the table

- this was a small table ngl

- luckily there was a sheet on the table, hiding your nervously bouncing legs

- just imagine watching a fancam of you bouncing your leg

- people would still thirst for that

- anyway

- “thank you guys for coming! i’m so excited to meet you all!” you started, smiling at the large number of people

- “you guys can ask me questions or some things? i don’t know?” you laughed, feeling slightly awkward

- you didn’t know how to be a person

- “can you do a dance for us!!” a young boy, about the age of 7 yelled, jumping up and down in front of his seat

- “what dance?” you queried, raising your brow in curiosity

- “move by taemin!!” he cheered, immediately dancing

- you laughed at his adorable actions

- you were totally gonna dance for him!

- you got up as the music started to play in the background, moving to the side of the table and sensually moving to the beat while the audience watched intently

- you carefully moved your hips, hitting all the right beats

- this wasn’t any different than dancing in front of the camera people, plus you had to get used to an audience

- it also wasn’t any different from how you had to dance to kpop songs from when you were younger for your family!!

- (no, literally. the amount of times i had to dance to 2NE1’s i am the best, girls generation’s gee, and wonder girls’ nobody. the dances are engraved in my head. 6 year old giri had to dance or else)

- as the song faded out, you held your pose before bowing, smiling at the little boy who continued to hype you up

- “holy fuck.. dabi that was hot” hawks whispered, tightening his grip around his friends sleeve

- “jeez kei, ease up a bit” dabi complained, prying his friends hand off of him

- “oh my god she’s such a great dancer, do you think she’ll like me if i learn how to dance too?” he questioned, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt, pissing dabi off once more

- “no. not if you don’t stop being a fuckinf weirdo”

- hawks pouted

- dabi grinned

- how cruel

- “does anyone else have a request?”

- “WAP!!” a number of people yelled, resulting in your face heating up

- how would they suggest such a lewd dance!

- especially when there were children here!

- “haha! that doesn’t seem very appropriate!” you laughed it off, trying your best to mask your uncomfortableness

- hopefully this would end soon

- “no! can you dance to gashina please!” a girl yelled, catching your attention

- hm, gashina was actually a very good suggestion

- you could do this! you could be as great as sunmi!

- okay maybe no. sunmi was a god <3

- you did the routine, catching the eyes and the hearts of the audience

- “fuck i think i’m in love dabi” hawks whined, clutching his chest

- he had a lovesick expression plastered on his face

- he was totally whipped for you, no doubt about it

- before you knew it, it was time for the fans to have a minute to speak to you and for them to get their albums signed!

- you had recently debuted with your album, dawn in tokyo

- you had taken inspiration from the time where you had left your hotel at dawn and walked around the streets of tokyo, sitting near a bridge and writing lyrics for some of the songs in the album

- hence the name of the album

- most of your album was written in japan

- hawks felt himself get more excited as he came closer to you, holding tightly to the fabric of his friends jacket, which wouldn’t surely gotten him slapped if you weren’t so near

- before he knew it, he was already next in line, dabi already sitting in front of your figure while holding your soft, delicate looking hand in his large ugly ones

- this made hawks’ chest bubble with jealousy

- >:(

- sure, you had a large fan base, but it still hurt to see people touch you the way he wanted to

- it was now his turn, he walked up the stairs with his wobbly knees, wanting to just sit and be near you

- he knew that you would be able to calm his nerves, or make him spontaneously combust

- “hey! i’m y/n! nice to meet you!” you smiled, out-stretching your hand to him, offering to place your hand in his own

- he swiftly, but gently grasped your hand, before placing it on his cheek, letting you hold the soft chub of his cheek

- no fan had been this brave to do this. it was quite surprising to be honest

- he wasn’t breaking any rules so you decided to fuck it and go with it

- you placed both your hands on his cheeks, slightly squishing them together, causing him to adorably pout

- “dash not nishe” he mumbled, brows furrowing

- you laughed before letting go of his face, bringing your hands back to your side of the table

- “you’re so cute! can i sign your album for you?” you smiled, tilting your head to the side

- hawks just..dieded

- mans said peace out

- your beauty was incomprehensible

- phew, he had to get his shit together! he was trying to impress u! he wanted to be the mc in a wattpad story

- we all wanna be y/n

- anywayss

- “sure dove! u can make it out to keigo, u can put your number in it too ;)” he winked

- KDNDHSK

- DID HE—

- DID HE JUST ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER

- LIKE—

- nobody:

- y/n: i’m not gon do it girl.. i’m just thinking about it

- “ah! sorry cutie! i’m not allowed to share my number :333”

- you tried to laugh as you died inside

- he smiled, before placing a kiss on your fingertips

- “don’t worry dove,i respect that” he winked

- BARK BARK

- “i have some gifts for you!” he announced, placing the huge paper bag on top of the table

- he first pulled out your favourite snack before handing it to you

- how did he get these??

- omg

- then, he brought out a bottle of perfume, and a new song writing notebook!

- this was great!!

- “oh my gosh! keigo! you’re too sweet” you cooed,

- this was a lot

- “i also have something else.. would you wear this flower crown for me and do some fan-service?” he queried

- of course you would!

- you nodded before placing the flower crown on top of your head

- “what do you want me to say?”

- “say.. i’ll be a good dove for hawks. is that okay?” he smirked, tracing small circles into the palm of your hands

- w-wHAT

- was this legal

- your managers were literally ignoring you—

- “o-oh! sure! uhm-“

- god you were going to regret this

- “i-i’ll be a good dove for hawks!” you whimpered, showing off your practiced aegyo

- “ahhh! my heart!” he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest

- “excuse me, we need the next fan to come up” you manager tapped the both of your arms

- you nodded before smiling at hawks and waving goodbye

- you were going to miss him :((

- ig it just wasn’t meant to be

- the night you had gotten home, you decided to go through your gifts

- you were particularly interested in the gift you had gotten from the blond man

- it was really sweet of him to get you a notebook

- the moment you had opened it, you had noticed that something was written on the first page

- ‘xxx-xxx-xxxx call me pretty girl <3’

- he was a bold onealright

- you were contemplating on actually calling him

- he could leak your number!

- well, you could just wait for him to speak

- fuck it

- you dialed the number on your phone and waited as it rang

- “hello?”

- “i-is this keigo?”

- “hey dove, i’m glad you called”

- y/n: i did it :33

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madasthesea · 3 years

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I’ve sort of accepted that all those Irondad WIPs I have are never going to get finished, not only because Marvel has pretty effectively killed my interest in the MCU, but also because I haven’t felt like writing in over a year now (not cause anything’s wrong, I just haven’t really wanted to).

HOWEVER. There’s a fic that I was going to write about Venom Peter and while the story as a whole is definitely not even close to presentable, there’s a scene I really, really love and still want to share with people even though it has little to no context. It’s under the cut if you’re interested :)

(A bit of backstory for anyone who wants a bit of context. This whole story was supposed to be based on season 3B of Teen Wolf, with Nogitsune Stiles, for anyone that watched the show. Basically Stiles is possessed by an evil trickster spirit, but it takes a little while for it to take over and only comes out in bursts. It gets to the point that the audience, and the characters in the show, never really know if it’s Stiles or the Nogitsune pretending to be Stiles.

There’s a scene where Scott, Stiles’ best friend and a werewolf, is stabbed through the stomach with a sword. They get away from the bad guys and Stiles soothes Scott like he’s going to take out the sword so Scott can heal with his magical abilities. He puts a comforting hand on Scott’s shoulder, grabs the sword handle, then twists it in deeper instead of pulling it out. This scene is based on that.)

Peter looked down at Tony’s arm, the skin already swollen and red.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

It did, but Tony had had worse and telling Peter that it hurt would just make him feel even guiltier than he probably already did.

“Not much,” he said with a small smile, trying to catch his eye. But Peter was still looking down at the injury.

Peter stepped closer, his head tilting to one side. “That’s too bad.”

Tony’s head jerked up, teeth snapping together in surprise. Faster than Tony could blink, Peter’s hand shot out and grabbed his arm, his grip tight enough to bruise. Looking Tony dead in the eye, he began twisting it, sending white hot agony racing up Tony’s arm as his elbow popped out of place, the broken bones grating.

“How about now?”

Peter’s eyes were alight with curiosity, a childish sort of fascination. He tilted his head to one side as he watched Tony’s face contort in pain. He looked like Tony had just shown him something new in the lab, like they were tinkering with the Iron Man suit.

Tony swayed and Peter put his other hand on Tony’s waist, supporting him.

“Whoa, I’ve got you,” he murmured in that soft tone he used with Morgan, with May, with Tony when they were talking late at night. Tony was going to throw up.

He swallowed convulsively and he tried to even his breathing.

Peter smiled. Then wrenched Tony’s arm again. A hoarse scream clawed up his throat and even that hurt. His eyes watered uncontrollably from the pain.

Looking like a scientist observing a mouse in its cage, Peter reached up and wiped one of his tears away with his thumb, fingers brushing almost tenderly against Tony’s jaw.

Then he raised his thumb to his mouth and licked the tear away. Tony’s nose wrinkled in disgust.

Peter made a sound of appreciation. “You’re afraid. But not for yourself, right?”

Tony eyed the creature in front of him, the one that had taken his kid and used him to wreak havoc and sow destruction in the lives of everyone who knew him. The one that had no intention of letting Peter come out on the other side of this alive and whole. No, he was not afraid for himself.

Peter stepped away, letting Tony stagger backward until he hit the counter, pain still radiating throughout his body.

“Did you know,” Peter said, casually circling to the other side of the island, looking through cupboards as if searching for a snack after school, “that he can smell emotions? Only if they’re particularly strong or he’s really tuned into the person. Like you. That’s how he finds people to help sometimes, he smells their fear. Amazing, isn’t it?”

Peter lingered near the knife block for a long moment, thin fingers dancing over the handles in a reverent manner that made Tony’s stomach clench in anticipatory fear. Then he moved on, peered into the fridge.

“I didn’t know that, when I chose him. It was merely providence.” Peter pulled a carton of orange juice out of the fridge, squinting at the ingredients. After a moment, he wrinkled his nose and dropped it on the floor. Tony heard liquid spatter over the wood and huffed.

“My kind, we are... hungry. Starving. All the time. A bit—” he shot a grin over his shoulder at Tony “—like a teenage boy.”

“If all you needed was a burger run, you could have just said so,” Tony snapped, watching as Peter sniffed the jar of mayonnaise. “So, what, I get a few thousand calories in you and you’re on your way?”

Peter laughed; a familiar snort of amused teenage sass that made Tony’s teeth hurt with how almost-right it sounded. “Not quite,” he murmured. “Some of my kin are satisfied with mere food,” he said with disgust and a cup of yogurt was also carelessly tossed to the ground. “But I require something a little more filling.”

“If you say human flesh I’m gonna spontaneously combust,” Tony warned, his mouth dry.

His injured arm bumped the counter as he shifted his weight and his world briefly whited out. When he opened his eyes again, panting, Peter was suddenly right next to him, eyes fixed on Tony, inhaling deeply. He looked half mad, desperate. Hungry.

“All that feeling and you let it go to waste.” Peter leaned even closer.

“Ok, seriously, back off.” Tony retreated until his heels hit the stairs. He clenched the railing with his good hand.

Peter smiled, a sharp glinting thing and for a moment Tony felt all his animal instincts kick in, half of his brain screaming run and the other half yelling save Peter save him savehimsavehimsavehim. But Peter just turned, meandering toward the sink.

“I’m not a vampire, I’m not going to drink your blood,” Peter said, rolling his eyes. “I eat what you feel. The stronger the emotion, the better.”

He paused in front of the pictures on the shelf.

“Like the anger of a child whose father never loved him,” he murmured, picking up Howard’s picture. Tony grit his teeth as the frame was flicked over Peter’s shoulder, shattering into pieces on the floor. The creature controlling Peter picked up the other frame, the image of Tony and Peter together. The photo that had saved the galaxy.

“Or the grief of a father whose love for his son was stronger than the laws of the universe.” He turned back to Tony.

Tony jumped as the frame was brought crashing down against the marble counter, splintering the wood and tearing the picture as shards of glass exploded outward. A sliver caught Peter on the cheek, cutting him.

It was instinct to reach out to him, to attempt to calm and comfort and protect. Tony didn’t stop himself fast enough.

Peter’s smile suddenly looked much less like Peter, much more like an alien wearing his skin. His laugh echoed off the kitchen walls.

“Imagine your grief when I kill him in front of you. Imagine what it will taste like.”

Goosebumps erupted over Tony’s skin, his heart tripping in fear at the very thought. The memory of ash on his hands, of Peter begging filled his mind and he choked on his next breath. Peter’s grin widened, something feral and foreign.

“Why,” Tony gasped, “Why would you kill him? Don’t you need him?”

“For now,” Peter agreed, casually stepping over the mess on the floor, closer to Tony. “But I’m afraid he’s wearing a bit thin. I’ve almost used him all up.”

Tony’s knees went weak.

“He’s almost too exhausted to fight me, now. Still won’t shut up, though,” he hissed, closing his eyes for a second as if hearing a very loud, unpleasant noise.

“What?” Tony asked, his head spinning. He sat down heavily on the stair behind him. Peter tilted his head, humming.

“You should hear how much he’s screaming.”

“He’s—” Forget throwing up, Tony was going to pass out. “—he’s screaming?”

Peter came closer, a predator stalking his prey. Tony knew he should pull himself together, knew that the thing enjoyed his distress, his pain, but he couldn’t fight the image of Peter, locked inside his own mind, screaming at the parasite controlling him.

“Oh, yes,” Peter murmured, his voice low. “’Not him, please,’ he’s saying. ‘Don’t hurt him, don’t you dare.’ He likes to threaten me. Not very intimidating, but I do admire his creativity.”

“Stop,” Tony whispered.

Peter reached a hand out and seized Tony’s chin, gripping with bruising fingers. Tony stared at him, hatred and love in every cell of his being. He could never hate Peter. He could never forget the way Peter’s face looked as an alien stared down at him, intent on nothing but destroying everything he loved.

“’Please, I’ll do anything,’” the creature continued to narrate. “’I’ll stop fighting. I’ll stop. Don’t kill him.’”

“Peter, no!”

The thing went silent, as if listening to something Tony couldn’t hear. Then he straightened, smiling down at Tony.

“What’s he saying?” Tony asked. “Peter?”

Peter considered him for a moment, glanced around at the cabin around him. “I think we’re done here.”

“What? No,” Tony argued. Peter ignored him, turning and disappearing out the door in the blink of an eye. Mind still trying to catch up, Tony rushed to the door, looking out at the trees and lake. There was no sign of him.

#my writing #I guess #sorry guys I really wish I could have finished all those stories I had planned #but I just really really do not see that happening

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midoriyashotos · 3 years

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Anguish of the Quirkless

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shoto (could be platonic... though I ship them a lot lmao)

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shoto; MENTIONED - Bakugo Katsuki

Summary: Izuku doesn’t explode.

But burn after burn, he can’t take it anymore.

AO3 / Fanfiction

A/N: I had no reason to write this other than the fact I’ve been really angry and I needed to write something down.

I guess this is technically my first Tododeku fic? But like, it isn’t the focus here, so interpret it the way you want (if you can). I hope this didn’t turn out to be too OOC, though.

Please be aware of the tags and disclaimers below. Be safe. <3

TRIGGER WARNINGS - childhood trauma, past bullying/abuse and injury

*NOT BAKUGO/BAKUDEKU FRIENDLY!

Izuku doesn’t explode.

If anything, he’s more than scared of explosions. The explosions that silence him, that burn his tongue and his arms and legs, and the notebook of his fanboyish train of thought. The blasts that keep happening no matter how far away he is.

So no, he doesn’t explode. He probably can’t.

Though every time he stares at the blond spikes of his classmate, Izuku is sickened by a cocktail of years of combustions.

Maybe he does admire the beauty of the explosions when far away. Depending on them, they can actually be quite beautiful when done for the greater good. But when he’s so near, to try to reach them, Izuku gets injured. It’s probably his fault to begin with.

But even with patience and care, Izuku is always exploded back to where he’s been stuck in since he was four.

Izuku is always behind Katsuki. He can’t go around him and walk away. He can’t push him aside, he can’t as much as talk to him. Katsuki will forever be a wall, a minefield that will remain activated until the end of time.

And most importantly, Izuku can never explode back.

He hates explosions, after all.

The flaming blend of feelings, however, reach his mind at times he should be feeling okay.

The image of himself exploding Katsuki, of yelling at him, beating the crap out of him sickens the young hero to no end.

But it replays in his head still, even when they’re not fighting and instead having fun with their other classmates. Izuku stares at Katsuki for mere seconds and the thoughts come to him. The freckled boy swallows it all back, until it comes to haunt him at night. Until the burns sting his arms and his heart.

Izuku has tense nights, yet he never explodes. Ever.

You’d think Izuku would be happy here. He is happy, though, to be where he’s dreamed of for so long.

But each day that passes, he seems to get worse, he’s sick and tired and angry, and the combustions are closer to his heart. The fantasies become more violent, they’re disturbing. Izuku stains his hands, massacring the remaining of blond hair and hateful red eyes.

Izuku could never take blood from someone. It’s awful – he’s being awful. What would others think? What would everyone else think? All Might, his mother, his friends?

Izuku knows he can cry, but what about the rage? What about the ticking bomb inside him? The bomb that might be close to destroying all around him?

He can’t let anyone see.

Least of all Katsuki.

Thankfully, U.A. owns several gymnasiums for the students to train. Few, though, are somewhat left aside due to the new ones, but they don’t really close them. His classmates don’t seem to use them either, as far as he’s concerned.

Izuku finds the classic training tools, including several, big punching bags – different from those you see in common gyms, obviously. They’re able to take up a lot more damage, useful for physical-focused quirks.

He prepares and attacks. Holding it back, Izuku knows to be careful, to protect others. He hates explosions. He hates hurting others.

(All everyone has ever done was hurt him. Why? He was powerless. Quirkless. Deku.)

(That’s why he reclaimed the name, to transform it into someone who could be trusted, someone who could never hurt.)

Izuku kicks, dodges, as if in a real fight. He gives the bag mercy. Probably unnecessary.

(No one gave him mercy.)

(Midoriya Izuku, a boy who could never do wrong, who did nothing but exist.)

(He was exploded like no one ever was.)

The boy’s hands shine red with One for All, as do his eyes. The punching bag absorbs the power, becoming harder to punch and overcome. Izuku continues to spare it, to no avail.

(No matter what he does, he’ll continue to be blasted on the face.)

(Whether he’s powerless or not. The explosions will punish him until he’s gone.)

It’s then that the bag’s energy turns against him and blows him away, Izuku falling back and failing, once again.

It’s all too familiar.

Izuku roars.

He advances with his all, at the same speed as Gran Torino’s, but with a rage unknown to others. A rage from no hero. Heroes don’t feel hate, only towards evil – yet never, never to this extent. With revenge comes nothing. No hero should be selfish.

(This doesn’t come from a hero. It comes from… a boy? A monster?)

And Izuku is attacking the bag with no barriers holding him back. The second time it attacks, Izuku doesn’t let himself fall again. He returns at full speed and destroys the bag. He’s yelling this entire time, his throat hurting yet he’s far from quitting.

“WHY?!” Izuku demands from the bag. “WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

As always, he gets no answer, only blows and ignorance. And he’s punching it again.

The red of the bag infuriates him, it’s all he sees, and he wants to eradicate.

All those years, all that time never fighting back, never looking for solutions after years of rejections; they all come back to stab him again.

You’re useless.

Pathetic.

You need to deal with it.

“You RUINED MY LIFE!” Izuku screams, eyes shut but red, dams overflowing. “AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE!”

Despite his cries and punches, they’re not moving, they’re not listening. When have they ever? When?

“I HATE YOU!” Izuku yells, his most disliked words. He’d never say to anyone.

“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!”

“I

HATE

YOU!!! ”

CRASH!

He yelps at the force thrown back at him. Smoke enters his nose, painful coughs echoing.

When Izuku looks back, he gasps without making a sound.

He didn��t destroy just one bag – it fired back and damaged the other ones, now abandoned on the floor.

And even then—

Izuku growls and punches the floor, this time without any power left.

He’s still burning.

It doesn’t matter. It never matters.

Now everything smokes and suffocates him, and he’s crying the most he’s ever did.

That’s why he hates explosions.

Izuku doesn’t go to Recovery Girl, nor does he tell anyone. He hopes Aizawa-sensei never finds out what he’d done. He looked for cameras and, thankfully, found none.

He lies to his friends he trained in the woods and got a little ahead of himself. As a response, Uraraka tells him to be careful and Iida insists Quirk training should be balanced for him, as a hero in training. Two important statements, of course.

Todoroki, however, observes.

It’s the most he does. Todoroki watches and sees all, barely saying much. He reads people like no one else does. He was the first to realize something would go wrong with Iida, when the latter had wanted to seek his brother’s almost assassin.

This is different, though. So much different.

Izuku ignores it the best he can.

Late at night, he can’t sleep. The green-eyed boy sneaks in the kitchen, to grab some tea to make. His classmates seem to have healthy sleep schedules, especially when exams are out of the scene.

So slow steps take him off guard, and Izuku hides his arms under his sleeves.

“Midoriya.”

He sighs deeply. “Oh, Todoroki-kun… it’s just you. What’s up?”

Todoroki shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh. Me neither.”

“Hm.”

Todoroki is doing it again, he can tell. Watching him. (Judging.)

Izuku hates being watched – he’s watched the entire time.

The tea doesn’t take much longer to be ready, so Izuku barely bats an eye to Todoroki and makes his way to the stairs.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he mumbles.

“Wait, Midoriya—”

“What ?”

Izuku regrets the moment he hisses, but he’s so tired.

“Just…” his classmate hesitates. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

Todoroki’s tone has… softened.

Izuku doesn’t turn around.

“… Good night, Todoroki-kun.”

The days go by like usual. It’s like nothing happened. No one has found out, or so he hopes.

Todoroki hasn’t talked to him since that night. Or well, Izuku tries to avoid looking at him for too long in the first place. They have lunch together with the rest, but there’s no direct contact at all.

Todoroki isn’t the kind of person you can make excuses. He reads into your tone, he knows something is wrong. While Izuku’s relationship with him has definitely improved since the Sports Festival and Stain, he still finds that aspect of him a little intimidating. Because Todoroki, in contrast, is hard to read most of the time.

Izuku might as well be avoiding him. Of course, he’s polite when Todoroki has a question or when he asks for a favor. Though he rejects the suggestion they train together in the next day. Mostly, because Izuku’s wounds still sting, and he refuses to go to the infirmary.

At last, Izuku finds himself going to the old gymnasium, with no intention to seethe like before, even if the urge screams in his brain. It looks… the same, on the outside. As for the inside…

Instead of the gray smoke and destroyed reds, Izuku stops as soon as he catches white strands connected to wine, fire red. A fire that doesn’t explode, but fire, nonetheless.

Izuku’s veins fill with One for All, and before he goes Full Cowling to get as far away as possible, he’s less than lucky to expose himself.

“Midoriya?”

Nononononono—

Even though Todoroki isn’t using his Quirk, Izuku feels like he’s frozen by his giant ice spikes, caught to explain himself.

Why on earth is Todoroki here? Does he also know this spot? Oh, of course. Todoroki often trains alone but Izuku never knew where. Oh my god.

There are no words shared or spoken, least of all whispered. Izuku can’t bring himself to look up. There’s only shame to be shared. No one was supposed to find out and yet he just revealed himself. Stupid. Idiot!

A step.

“Midoriya…”

Izuku shakes his head.

“I know what you’re going to say.”

Todoroki stops. “What?”

“… that I’m supposed to be a hero, right? That I shouldn’t have done this? I- I know I shouldn’t have.” Izuku clenches his jaw and his fists, to contain the trembling rage. “I shouldn’t be angry.”

The fallen punching bags stare.

“But I didn’t know what to do with this anger. It only kept growing and- and it keeps growing inside of me, these thoughts, this scream in my throat,” Izuku spits out without much thought. “I’ve been hurt my entire life and I hate- I hate hurting people back, I hate wanting to hurt them, but I hate them, too, I hate-!” For a moment, he bites back the poisonous name, yet he can’t take it anymore, he’s tired of being silenced by the explosions.

“… I hate Kacchan. I hate that he always explodes me in the face, I hate that he used to go after other kids, too. He always explodes and hurts people, and he doesn’t give a shit.” Izuku’s tone is wet, soaked with weight. “He doesn’t give a shit about me, he still hurts me no matter what I do, and I’m sick of it. And god, all I want is to punch his fucking face and scream, because he never cared about making me cry or burning me at all, he- he doesn’t care! And I don’t know why I still do, why I even try to communicate with him! Nothing I do is enough for him!”

Izuku observes the multiple layers of old wood under his feet, each second finding new details, new splinters.

“This is why I don’t explode. Why I never burst out. I-I don’t want to hurt anyone… but I’m still so angry, Todoroki-kun. I’m only feeling worse than before.” The freckled teen pathetically dries his drowned face. “It’s like nothing is ever going to get better.”

The temperature is a bitter cold, despite the sun outside.

Izuku cries like that boy he’d known in Middle School, the one that would weep to himself in the shadows after getting burned on the face.

“W-What should I do?” He asks to no one.

It’s, again, a question without an answer.

Except…

His arms are taken by two hands that slowly pull up his sleeves, revealing the wounds from the hazard. The hands brush against his blistered skin as gently as possible. One hot, the other cold, but equally mindful.

“I think…” Todoroki whispers, “you need someone.”

Izuku’s face is close to the piercing gray and blue eyes, the ones who always read him… but not in judgment, he realizes. They read each sentence, each word of himself and take it to their heart, hopefully to come up with a meaningful response.

“Because then… who will protect you from the explosion?” Todoroki questions, his right hand reaching Izuku’s left.

The question is one he’s never considered. Izuku makes sure no one gets hurt, and maybe he’s successful at that, yet…

Todoroki’s face is close enough for their heads to touch, some of his red and white bangs touching Izuku’s forehead.

“It’s okay to be angry, Midoriya.”

“You’re… not mad at me?”

“Why would I be?”

“I don’t know,” Izuku gulps, “I feel… disgusting.”

“I understand. But you’re not disgusting. You were hurt.”

Izuku’s mouth quivers. “I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

Todoroki’s hands move from his arms to his shoulders, pulling him forward. Izuku shivers.

He’s…

Todoroki has never hugged him before.

Sure, they’ve gotten so far as friends. But after all this time, they’ve never touched each other; least of all Todoroki, who is, reasonably, a more reserved person.

The hug is far from awkward, nonetheless. It’s… good. Izuku has never been hugged like this. Even with the crime scene of his anger right there for Todoroki and everyone else to see… the red-and-white-haired boy chooses to hold him.

(After all, he’s also a boy. A boy afraid of his thoughts. Afraid while no one knows.)

Izuku returns the contact, his face somewhat under Todoroki’s chin.

“I’m sorry Bakugo is a piece of shit.” He adds quietly, “Well, more than he already is.”

That manages to attract a miserable laugh.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

Izuku hums, not up to protest as he melts in his touch. He could never have imagined Todoroki to be this… comfortable.

The permanent smell of smoke and dust does eventually bother him, so Izuku suggests, “Want to get out of here?”

“Sure.”

And they leave the gymnasium behind, hopefully their secret will be left alone.

Todoroki takes Izuku to a tree, the leaves green like the latter’s hair. There’s enough of a shadow to cover them from the sun, from the burning flames far away. Todoroki helps a little with the burns, his ice the most soothing Izuku has felt.

Until the sun sets, their hands are intertwined, scars only they know.

#tododeku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shoto #todoroki shouto #anti bakugou #fanfiction #my hero academia #lotus writes #abuse tw #bullying tw #vent fic

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hiro-gari · 3 years

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Watching this short clip of newest music video from Wataru Hatano (Badd’s VA), made me thinking:

What most people don’t know yet is that Badd can actually sings beautifully.

Garou discovered this trivial fact when he heard Badd singing in the shower. His voice range is also good: Badd could do from lullaby or mellow-sounded songs to the screamo metal songs.

Badd usually does the lullaby singing whenever there’s thunderstorm at their place and Zenko was afraid to sleep alone, hence Badd calming Zenko down and made her feels safe with his singing. Garou also likes to lie beside Badd when he was lullabying Zenko and couldn’t help but loving his soothing voice so much.

The latter only when he got frustated after finishing annoying missions, like being snobbish executive’s bodyguard or encountering troublesome monsters. It was hilarious everytime Badd does that kind of screamo singing, Garou was wondering if they should just forming a rock or metal band together instead of doing heroes’ duty.

One time he sings Amai Mask’s song because he always (or forced to) listening Zenko’s favorite playlist on daily basis. Garou casually commented, “You sure do a much better job than him, babe!” while giving him a genuine adoring smile. Badd took it as the most flattering praise from Garou as he felt encouraged. So from that day on, he would be singing more around Garou, as it could improve their mood: Badd doing his secret hobby more freely without being judged and Garou enjoying his boyfriend’s beautiful voice to the fullest.

Imagine Garou decided to join Badd at singing duets when they have shower together, lmao. Truly chaotic and hilarious but still sounds beautiful.

Then at some point, there was a rather big television studio inviting S-Class heroes to be the guests for their new summer program. The plan was originally only having a talkshow night along with usual interviews, but the studio asking someone among S-Class heroes to be a volunteer singer for a short promotional music video clip.

All of them agreed to attend the talkshow night, but nobody dared to volunteer as a singer. Either too shy/embarassed that they couldn’t sing, have performance anxiety, or don’t like singing at all. Suddenly Garou suggested that Badd would do it since he got a nice voice and wonderful performance acts. Which resulted in Badd being combusted immediately and spluttered on why did Garou exposed his secret ability.

Garou said he wanted people to appreciate him and his skill, that Badd also has good talent beside being a courageous hero. Also, why not seeing the softer side of Metal Bat doing adorable singing performance on TV?

Badd wont admit it but Garou has a real good point, also felt happy that Garou always being a very supportive boyfriend to him. Thus it was decided that Badd would be the volunteer, saving all the S-Class heroes’ face from ruining the genuine offering.

Before the recording days, the TV program gave Badd the script for video performance, the song lyrics, and the demo song sample from the producer. It has summer-vibe theme, coincidentally also suits perfectly to Badd’s real image as a summer boy. Badd thought the song was actually pretty cute and high-spirited, too. He was sure he could do it easily with some improvisation acting, based on what he feels about the song lyrics.

Badd only needed 2 days (in his sparetime after daily hero patrol) to memorize the song and singing it perfectly. Of course Garou never missed to watch Badd’s practices at home or at the studio, as he always accompanied Badd on each scheduled time.

The recording day has come, imagine Badd’s performance for the song was like in the video above, just like what Wataru Hatano did.. 🎤🎶🌻☀

Everyone was very satisfied with Badd’s surprisingly skillful singing performance, including Garou who was so proud of him from outside recording room. He immediately gave Badd standing ovation on the spot, then hugging him tightly and kissing him passionately once Badd finished the recording session in front of people. PDA be damned Garou just wanted to appreciate his smol amazing lover.

The short music video was officially aired during the talkshow night, shocking both the whole audiences at the studio (including the S-Class heroes) or audiences from home who watched the live TV program (like Zenko). It was surprisingly also got so many views and likes when the video was uploaded at Ytube, not to mention being shared a lot on multiple social medias. Until Badd’s MV become the trending topic for 2 weeks straight, beating Amai Mask’s own newly released MV at that month.

People have been asking Badd if he would ever consider a singing career outside his current job. Badd answered he was actually feel comfortable and satisfied working as an S-Class hero. That no matter how hard and dangerous it seems, he still proud of his job. It’s what he means to be: saving people’s life. So, the answer is a Big No.

Badd only consider singing as his hobby, not his job. Besides, his singing voice is only reserved for his special people in his heart: Zenko and Garou. Only both of them who get free pass on enjoying his voice. Badd ended his public speech by giving a lingering soft kiss on Garou’s cheek and tender yet bright smile, saying that he’s very grateful for having such a supportive boyfriend on his side..

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How was it? I hope the headcanon doesn’t sounds too weird hehe 😅💦

Since knowing Badd’s VA is Wataru Hatano, who often singing some anime’s OST beside voicing characters, I was thinking what if Badd also can sing beautifully like him?? 😳💕

If Amai Mask who is voiced by the famous Mamoru Miyano can sing in canon as an idol hero, why not Badd, too?? Since Wataru Hatano is also quite famous for his singing voice, y'know.. 👀✨

Besides, I think Garou would absolutely indulging on listening Badd’s beautiful voice at every possible chance, encouraging him even joined singing along with Badd happily. Just being lovable dumbass couple together, lmao!

As always, big thank you for: @hiro-gari, @the-goddessfighter, @kaincuro, @guby1620, @garous-nipple, @jusqu-une-etudiante, and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas, also ofc all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! 😆❤💜💙💖🌸🌻🌷💐

I know I’m just a very amateur writer who couldn’t ever make impressionable writing, which usually resembled like some shitposting, I’m so sorry for that. But I hope you still enjoyed this silly headcanon of mine :“”) Have nice days, guys~ 😌💕💓

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

first of all exCUSE me I had no idea this was Badd’s VA omfg he’s??? amazing?? I love him 😭💖

Omg Badd singing lullabies to Zenko that’s so soft🥺🥺 his voice is deep and soothing he’d be so relaxing to listen to awww

asfdksdkfs Garou totally volunteered him with NO hesitation 😂😂 Yaaaas Badd >>>> Amai 👏😤 like sure they’ve both got good vocals but Amai’s personality is... you know... So happy Badd put him in his place even if it was only for a couple weeks, Garou gotta be so proud :’)

Thank you so much this is cute as hell asgdjskks 💕 DW anon I love your headcanons !!

#this is so crazy cause I was literally just listening to Midorikawa-san sing Disney songs #specifically Can You Feel the Love Tonight T-T #and I was like #what if he was singing to his boyfriend tho #are you psychic anon #ily omg #i hope you have a nice day too <3 #submission #anon #batarou #garou #metal bat #au

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unsafepin · 3 years

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Optical Illusions: A Study of Aesthetics in Activism in Two Accounts

There’s been a particular thing bothering me about social media for a while. I should probably get a cool editing app, write it in a few bullet points and post it on Instagram. You know what I’m talking about, right? The goddamn infographics. If I have to sit through another slideshow explaining to me another military conflict, another societal issue, another existential unfairness on a baby pink background in a cheery font, I might combust. But the cognitive dissonance of aesthetics in activism has been a problem for a while, hasn’t it? So today, I want to examine the effect of focusing on aesthetics over content, or, on the flipside, not considering the optics of your activism enough, and what it does to the consumer of your content by picking apart two local activist-adjacent media projects, Tetraedras and Giljožinios.

Firstly, I want to make my own bias abundantly clear. I am personally acquainted with the teams of both projects, so obviously there will be innate personal bias involved. I highly encourage anyone reading to check both projects out themselves (@t3traedras and @giljozinios on Instagram, as well as Giljožinios’ YouTube channel) and make their own conclusions on the matter. I believe that while my familiarity breeds deeper knowledge of my subjects, it also makes me more vulnerable to assumptions about individuals involved. My insights come from the perspective of an observer, not an expert. Welcome to the circus.

The use of the word “optics” in a metaphorical political sense sprung up in the 1970s to describe the way major political decisions would not necessarily affect an average citizen, but how it would appear to them, e.g. 'U.S. President Barack Obama temporized for weeks, worrying about the optics of waging war in another Arab state after the Iraq fiasco' (Toronto Star, 19th March 2011). However, it’s become increasingly relevant in our age of social media, an age of perceptions over substance, of shortening attention spans and increased barrage of information one has to stomach daily. Social media is the great equalizer - a random person off the street can theoretically hold as much influence as a politician - thus it is becoming increasingly crucial for the average Joe posting on the countless apps owned by Facebook to be as familiar with PR terms as a firm with a six figure salary. Or at least that would be nice, seeing that more and more average Joes are becoming actively involved in politics and education, seeking to influence their newfound audience.

So, let’s see how successful average people with no media or politics degrees are at balancing their image. Both Tetraedras and Giljožinios lean into their 2010’s social media project optics: millennial pink themes, bold names, young teams. But that’s where the similarities end. Tetraedras’ brand is safety. The shades of color on the profile are calming, the illustrations are youthful and playful, their more serious posts are interspersed with more relaxing content (poetry, photoshoots, etc.). Giljožinios is confrontational. The colors electric, posts loud and to the point, they’re what it says on the box - a leftist project - and unapologetic about it. This might help to explain why audiences react as differently as they do to these two, on the surface, similar accounts. Because while you might’ve stumbled on Tetraedras organically while browsing, them having almost two thousand followers, Giljožinios crashed into the educational/political social media scene by being featured on the goddamn national news, that’s how controversial the project is. And obviously I am oversimplifying the issue, Tetraedras slowly built up to posting more opinionated content, while Giljožinios came in guns blazing accusing USA of imperialism, but you’ll have to let me explain. Tetraedras, in its essence, is a welcoming environment. They explain complicated problems in short bullet points with accompanying comforting visuals, their mascot is a inoffensive geometrical figure and their face is a beautiful girl, make-up matching the theme of the post. Giljožinios is named after a revolutionary device, their profile picture is a monarch being beheaded, their host quite infamously sat in front of Che Guevara memorabilia in their first and (as of writing) only video. It’s a lightning rod for angry comments by baby boomers, no matter what comes out of their mouth. In fact, I would argue that, if presented accordingly, the idea that the US is conducting a kind of modern imperialism is just a simple fact and personally can’t wait until Tetraedras posts that with a quirky illustration of Joe Biden to introduce the concept to the wider public.

This leads me to my next point, because despite what’s been previously suggested, I’m not here to solely sing Giljožinios’ praise. There is a cognitive dissonance in both of these flavors of social media activism, but while I can understand Tetraedras’ on a PR level, I’m kind of personally insulted by Giljožinios’. While purely personally I find aspects of Giljožinios’ radicalism distasteful, I appreciate the honesty in the youthful maximalism, of coming in strong and not backing down, but from the guys that made a communist Christmas tree once I almost expected something more stirring than “military industrial complex bad”. This leads me to ask: who is your content for? Your average breadtube-savvy twenty-something already heard this a thousand times, because they consume similar english-speaking content and I doubt any minds of the vatniks that came by to fume in the comment section are being changed. I’m obviously harking on a newborn project here, the team of which has already been bitten by authorities censoring their content, but so far there has been a lot of optical bark, but no substantial bite, especially considering the team seems to be in a safer place now. And the inverse is true for Tetraedras, while I can understand wanting to be visually interesting yet inoffensive, their visuals are sometimes laughably, morbidly light for the topics they discuss Sexily posing in Britney Spears-inspired outfits while discussing the horrors of her conservatorship springs to mind (funny how Britney’s conservatorship leads her to have next to none bodily autonomy, including her public costume choices). And, once again, your target audience is teenagers. They understand English, they’ve seen the news, they don’t need you to translate infographics filled with statistics and information that’s locally completely irrelevant. There needs to be some kind of middle ground between aesthetic cohesion and common sense, because this all signals to the viewer that the content is meant to be mindlessly consumed first and to educate second.

Which leads me to ponder what kind of consumption accounts like these encourage, which will surely lead me to an early grave as I drink away the existential dread of how social media rots all of our brains. Because yes, actually, producing funky visuals to convey an idea way too complicated for an Instagram post is fun. I myself got distracted multiple times during writing to make the first slide for my own post. Meta, I know. This is obviously more of a problem for Tetraedras, who seem to fervently resist injecting their content with a few more paragraphs and a tad more nuance, but even with Giljožinios choosing a more appropriate long-form format to educate, I still pray everyday they don’t get lost in the revolutionary reputation their group built up and forget to make a point, not just talking points.

Because what all this all inevitably leads to is misinforming the public. Again, this seems to be less of a problem for Giljožinios, as the amount of critical eyeballs they have on them leads to them being corrected on every incorrect numerical figure and grammatical mistake, I just hope all this harassment, once again, doesn’t get them all caught up in the optics of a revolution against all the Facebook boomers and forgetting to do their due diligence to the truth. As far as I know, the only factual mistake is miscalculating how much Lituania invests in NATO and there’s still a historical debate in their comment section about the existence of a CIA prison in Lithuania, if anyone’s concerned. Tetraedras, however, is safe. And safe content goes down just like a sugar-coated pill, you don’t even feel the need to fact-check it. And fact-checking is what it sorely requires, or else you’re left with implying that boxing causes men to become rapists and citing statistics of every country except the one in which, you know, me, the team and the absolute majority of their followers live in.

So what’s my goddamn point? Burn your phone and go live in the woods, always. But in the context of this essay, if you are a content creator that aims to educate, inform, incite, whatever, you need to put aesthetics on the backburner. And, more importantly, we as consumers need to stop tolerating content that puts being either pretty or inflammatory first instead of whatever message it’s trying to send, because the supply follows where the demand goes. Read books, watch long-form content made by experts, not teenagers on the internet chasing followers out of not even malicious intent, but almost a knee-jerk reaction. Because while the story of those two accounts cuts especially deep, expectations for local-, even friend-made content being much higher than that for some corporate accounts shooting their shot at activism, the problem is entrenched deep, thousands of accounts exhibiting the same problems racking up millions upon millions of followers. Having said that, my attention span is barely long enough to read the essays I write myself, so maybe do burn your phone and go live in the woods.

Also, pink is actually my brand so both of these accounts are being contacted by my lawyers and the rest of you don’t try any shit.

#unsafe pin

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babyjiminiexx · 4 years

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Angel On Fire

Sinopsis/Chapter 1/Chapter ?

Demon!BTS (Only Taehyung for now) X AngelTurnedToDemon!reader

When you fell in love with him you had never thought you would get caught and pay for it. But here you are now, body fuming with hate and ready to sow the pain with every step you take.

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Warnings: For now only some graphic details, if i continue this this will probably have smut and angst, polygamy and mention of blood... i think

Author's Note: As my first official fic here i wanted to do something that could easily continue as a series, i would appreciate it a lot if you guys could give me some feedback and tell me what you think about me doing a serie, so now i hope you'll enjoy it and like the idea!! 💖 (Also a Seraphim is like the figure of authority in the angel world, the angel below God)

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"How could you, y/n? We trusted you! HE trusted you!"

The Seraphim was standing right in front of you, powerful; radiating such a strong aura and light, all fed by his anger, that you were almost blinded by it. His voice was powerful. Everybody was quiet, not daring to say a word to contradict or interrupt him; they were all too scared of the consequences.

"You were one of our bests! You swore loyalty to us and to this kingdom, and you betrayed us!", he continued, "This is unacceptable!"

Rare were the times that an angel disobeyed the laws of the Land of God. No one dared to do it, yet the prices of committing such a sin was exile. Exile to Hell.

"I cannot let you stay here. You know the rules...", he finally said.

"Please, please, Great Seraphim... Don't let me fall! Don't be the one pushing me!", you pleaded between tears, "Don't be the one having my torment and my misery on your conscience, please!"

"You have nothing left to say up here. Like I said, you betrayed us. You. Who never failed us. Who excelled in her category. All for a demon boy", he spat, "And look what it cost you; your own wings. You stopped having them the moment you let him enter your soul"

You were completely aware of why you were here, being judged. You let yourself fall in the arms of a demon. That being the worst thing an angel could do. You gave yourself to him, letting him eat you alive. Letting him absorb all you light and all your power. You were nothing anymore in the Land of God. Your place was the Netherworld now. But even tho you knew it and knew that you had to pay for your sins, you weren't ready to leave all of this behind. This land of light, of love, of respect and beauty, for the land of the miserable, the outcast and the killers...

"I can't beg any more, Great Seraphim... I beg you please to let me stay here... I won't make it in the Netherworld and you know it! All of you know it!", you turned to a judging audience. They were all looking at you with despise; you could feel it.

"Please...", you continued, "I can't do this... It was all a mistake and I am aware of it! Please don't make me lose my home, all of you are the only thing I have!"

"I am sorry, y/n... You know you have to be punished... And I have no choice but letting you fall... You have to pay."

And with these last words, you started falling. Falling for what it seemed to be hours. You knew the Seraphim made it like so on purpose, so you could think about your mistakes over and over again until the big landing.

You regretted everything. Every word, every touch, every eye contact you could have with this demon. You were so blinded by love you didn't even think about how much it would have costed you if you had been caught. And now, thinking about it, none of that was worth the emptiness and the pain you were feeling.

Images of you and the demon boy running through your head over and over again; never ending. You started to feel what your superiors called "madness". You wanted to scream, to laugh, to cry, all at the same time, and perhaps that's what you did.

Until you finally woke up on a flat and what you thought was a hot surface. It was insanely hot. So hot it was painful, like something had torn you apart. When you tried to sit down, you realized. It wasn't a hot surface. You touched your back carefully, and you felt how your two beautiful wings had been replaced by two enormous and deep cuts that were taking almost your whole back. You didn't say a word, you didn't even scream. The pain of losing your home was worse than any physical pain. You didn't know how long you stayed that way, embracing your knees and crying in silence, but the distant screams made you come back to reason. You knew where you were, there was no place for cries. This was Hell. A land were everything and everyone could eat you alive if you made the mistake of showing any sign of weakness. So even though your pain was almost unbearable, you decided to take the small amount of energy you had left in your body and got up.

"So, here's the fallen angel then...", a raspy voice came to you through the darkness. You turned around, looking at every corner of the dark room you were in.

"Who's there?!", you asked. In a second, what seemed to be a boy made his way to you. No, he wasn't a boy, he was way more than that. You could barely see his face, but what you could see perfectly were his eyes, his flames red eyes. Piercing right through your soul.

"You will know about me soon enough. Now, if you make me the honor of following me, I have a place to take you to", he extended his hand. You knew it wouldn't be smart of you to resist, you knew perfectly were he would be taking you. Your arrival had to be noticed. And with that, you took his hand and he walked you out of the room.

The boy didn't say a word during the whole walk through the dark halls of what you assumed was a sort of castle. The only thing you could see of him was his jet black hair and feel the coldness of his hand.

A few instances later, you arrived to a gigantic double door. "So that's what the door looks like...", you thought to yourself. You had read about this door in your books so many times, yet, you couldn't stop but feel this anxiety running through your body when you first saw it. You wanted to run away, but you knew it wouldn't do any good for you.

"He's waiting for you...", the boy said in his raspy voice before opening the door for you. You felt a hot breath coming out of it, like it was embracing your body and pulling you into the room. When you entered, you only saw a fireplace and a few red seats; the rest of the room was dark.

"Here you are my dear...", this was the coldest yet the most powerful voice you've ever heard. Not even the Great Seraphim had the same tone, the same... Aura. Just by the sound of it you could feel all the hair stand straight up on your body.

"H-here I am...", you said, eyes locked on the man that was getting up from his seat. That man. The one you had feared the most. The one you read about so much. The Devil in person. Right in front you, powerful, imposing. You'd never thought about a precise image of him, if he was a soul, an actual body or, like humans thought, a humanoid goat; but him appearing like this surprised you. He was wearing an entire black suit, his hair perfectly combed back. Like his all being was too perfect to be real.

"I am glad you finally made it, my lady. We were dying to meet you", he said showing his best smile, "So, I suppose you are eager to see your dear lover again... Right?"

"I am...", you answered, your voice full of hate. And just when you opened your mouth you realized how much air you where holding in.

"Good, good... Bring the boy in", he growled. All of the sudden, the same door you entered by opened again, showing you clearly a way too familiar figure. You never knew you could feel so much hate; where you are from, hate is not a common feeling, you'd rather avoid it. But now, your whole body was burning by it.

"Taehyung", you murmured to the boy, now in front of you. He was directly looking at you; his dark red eyes you knew and once loved so much. But you couldn't describe his expression. He was only smiling.

"My dear boy, would you mind explaining my beautiful guest why she is here on this day?", the Devil politely asked him, giving him a strong shoulder grip. "Of course, Master", Taehyung smiled, "You'll see my dear... I'd never thought I would see you here..." "But that means everything worked according to the plan..."

"What plan?", you interrupted, feeling again your body being flooded by anxiety and fear. Taehyung paused and chuckled. "You really thought I could love you?", you felt the rest of the little heart that was still in you explode. You felt broken. Pain. More pain. You hated him for making you love him and lose you wings, and now the hate was growing and growing, like it could stop. But you didn't do anything. It was like you couldn't move. You couldn't speak either.

"You really thought I would love an angel?", he laughed, "No, dear. I had to make you come down here. And you fell for me. You are one of us now."

Tears of pain and anger started falling from your pale blue eyes that were now slowly turning red. You felt your whole body combust and started to feel a whole new type of power entering it.

"You are condemned to live here with us forever", he said while caressing your cheek, "You can cry and hate me all you want, you are trapped here now. That's what happens when you fall in love with a demon..." And with that he left with a laugh, followed by his Master. You were now alone in the room, crying and screaming like something had possessed you. It wasn't a feeling you were used to, but the only thing you know was that it felt right. So right. You were filled with hate. You wanted to make him suffer, just the way he made you suffer. Everything was turning dark around you, and even though a few days earlier you would have felt so opressed by the simple idea of being trapped between these dark sheets, you were now feeling fed by them. You felt right. Almost like you belong there. The little part of kindness, empathy and light that were still in you were now long gone; so you dried out your tears, feeling no more than the thirst for revenge, the thirst for power. If your punishment for loving a demon was being condemned to live by his side for eternity, this was going to be his worse eternity.

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goldheartofsteel · 4 years

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wandering through the alphabet: Patton Edition

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Characters: Morality | Patton Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders

Relationships: Morality | Patton Sanders/Deceit Sanders, Other Relationship Tags to be Added

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

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Chapter 1: A is for Apple + Moceit

Strolling into the kitchen, Patton pauses when he spots Janus already sitting at the dining room table; not that he has a problem with Janus’ presence anymore. Things are better between them these days and it makes Patton’s heart joyful.

No, the reason he stopped in the doorway and stares at Janus is more comical than that; though, this isn’t the first time Patton’s been stopped in his tracks because of Janus, his devastating good looks does it enough on their own.

No, this time it’s because Janus is eating a red apple.

Normally, someone eating an apple isn’t enough to stop someone else in their tracks. However, Patton’s mind immediately goes to the snake in the Garden of Eden and the damned apple.

It’s all that it takes for Patton to burst out laughing.

The unexpected sound causes Janus to drop the apple as he looks over at Patton laughing, his eyes wide and his mouth open. Shaking his head, Janus gathers himself then a fond smile blooms on his face as he watches Patton laugh. He could never tire of the sound.

“Are you alright, Patton?” he asks.

Patton takes a couple deep breaths with his eyes closed before opening them and sending Janus a bright smile.

Then he crosses the room so he’s standing next to Janus at the counter.

“Sorry about that, Janus. It was completely random,” replies Patton sheepishly.

“Don’t apologize, it’s always lovely to hear you laugh,” compliments Janus.

Patton ducks his head and tries to hide his blush but knows he failed when he feels Janus place his hand underneath his chin and gently guide his face up so he looks Janus in the eyes.

Unfortunately, the fond smile on Janus’ face only causes Patton’s blush to worsen.

“Darling, please...there’s no need to hide your beautiful face from me,” he compliments once again.

“Jannnuuussss!!!!”

Janus chuckles before stroking Patton’s flushed cheek gently.

“Alright, I’ll stop for now so you don’t spontaneously combust on me so in the meantime, why don’t you tell me what caused your laughter,” says Janus.

He exchanged Patton’s cheek for his hand, giving it a squeeze then smiling when he felt Patton return the squeeze.

Patton nods his head.

“I got a random image or thought in my head when I saw you eating the apple. With your emblem thingy being a snake, I couldn’t help but think about the Garden of Eden,” explains Patton.

Janus blinks.

Then he snorts causing Patton to giggle.

“I can see how that would stop you in your tracks and make you laugh,” states Janus.

“It’s silly, I know but I can’t help my imagination sometimes,” says Patton.

Janus places his finger on Patton’s lips then smiles when Patton kisses it but doesn’t remove the finger.

“You don’t need to apologize for things like that, my dear. Now, I do believe we need to get lunch started before Remus decides he wants to experiment,” says Janus.

Patton makes a face at the thought of Remus’ food experiments.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #janus sanders #moceit #sanders sides fanfiction #pattonfic #janusfic #moceitfic

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ecl1pse · 4 years

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i made a comment on yt about how i didn’t like all the queerbaiting in the monster mv and now people are trying to convince that that wasn’t the intention of the mv. it’s not about queerbaiting! it’s about control! they’re trying to control each other!!

yeah, that might have not been the original intention, but then why are there like ten scenes of them almost kissing. and why are so many people screaming “lesbians!!” if it’s not about seduction between two females??

as much as we joke about sm being run by idiots, and they’re actually not stupid. they know what they’re doing (and what they’re not). if their intentions hadn’t been for irene and seulgi to portray a queer storyline then they wouldn’t have had so many shots of them getting all up in each other’s face and all the caressing. they’re trying to pander to their queer audience that often applauds red velvet for their “lesbian cult vibes,” especially here in the west.

which is fine. you can queer-signal to your audience or give a nod and wink, especially when you’re coming from a society where the majortity aren’t for gay marriage and everything lgbtq+ is meant to stay on the down low (and even then...aoa’s egoistic performance on queendom featuring drag queens was so widely applauded last year as well as brown eyed girls’ wonder woman mv in the beginning of this year, so we know they’re becoming more accepting for sure). but we know that’s not exactly sm’s intentions. they’re always including queerbait-y aspects on their music videos and choreographies to please the fans that ship idols with their group mates/other idols of the same sex becuase imaging them with someone of the opposite sex would make their brain combust with jealousy. THAT’S sm’s intent. and that’s queerbaiting.

finally, i’ll leave with a comment someone made under mine

#sm IS the ceo of queerbaiting #also its not under the mv so dont try to find it there lol #red velvet #kpop #idk what else to tag this but if u have suggestions tell me #i want ppl to see this n have a conversation. try to convince me otherwise #bc rn i cant see it any other way n its making me sad :(

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pigeoncentric · 4 years

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i did an A:TLA rewatch and took notes because that’s just what i do, and here’s the notes if anyone wants to see my thoughts

i haven't watched atla since about a year before korra started airing, so like, around 2011. i should also mention that i never watched korra through to the end, but i guess i'll do that after this. if i feel like it. i do know that the biggest bottles were never popped

i have such a clear memory of the first episode. it must've been on nickelodeon pretty often, even though when it was airing, i only watched it occasionally. i remember they also aired the library episode super often.

aang's voice is so tiny and sweet

i gotta turn off my dumb adult brain and put my dumb kid brain back on so i can better appreciate the nickelodeonness of it all

sokka and zuko's first interaction.......

zuko's intimidating approach and then his tiny teen voice

SOKKA AND ZUKO'S SECOND INTERACTION............

zuko's like "i'm going home." with aang. he must be feeling an incredible mixture of feelings, thinking he has the avatar and can reclaim his Honor. but he also must be terrified to go back, and in disbelief... fortunately he's not going home like he said and there are even more confused feelings in between

i just remembered that iroh's voice actor dies between seasons :(

thinking a lot about dante basco... no thoughts in particular, just a lot of them... and how he shipped zutara lmao

"my troubles cannot be soaked away!"

hei bai looks like a ben 10

mounts list (added to as i progressed through the series): zuko's rhinos. earth armored ostriches. metal noshing mole. north pole goatyak. azula and friends' fur geckos. sabertooth moose lion if you're not a wimp. appa-sized beetle. moose with aquatic features. Eel Hound.

you can't out-mom-friend katara. even when she's yelling and being reckless

it's true... airbenders are weak to nets.

the n*tfli* captions are making several mistakes. eat my ass ne*f*ix and hire me to do flawless captioning instead you dumb fucks

YEAH! even by episode 13 in season 1 we already know zuko is a good boy! well also by episode 12. and earlier. well i've seen the series before.

i've just learned that zach tyler eisen is the voice of aang and i have to give him huge props for having the perfect voice. i pay a lot of attention to voice acting, usually in a nitpicky way, and i've never heard an english voice actor whose voice is perfect on the level of ikue ohtani... and when he was like 12 years old. incredible. i'm not being remotely sarcastic

i gotta be 100% honest. i had completely forgotten the existence of zhao and that he's actually a pretty important character, at least in season 1. also his voice actor is pretty good. generally the voice acting is good in this show, and i'm picky.

god the animation where aang makes one catapult catapult the other is so good. also appa just picked up and grabbed a guy. with his fist. wait how many toes does appa have? is that 18 in total? also appa has scutes on his ventrum. anyway i love that appa can pick up and grab a guy but generally chooses not to. gives it more weight when he does choose to

zuko tells turtle seals to be quiet and then touches them unkindly :(

zuko busted out of katara's ice orb instead of melting it :\

zuko put his hood up like iroh told him to but aang just has his naked bald head in the snowy cold :(

seeing zhao grab and bag the moon spirit fish made me feel sick. such a foul act

god. the quality rope. i noticed sokka mention it and was like, "was this a chekhov's gun or a red herring" and then a few minutes later there was a pointed pan over to the quality rope.

anyway examining the quality of the voice acting here leads me to a thesis i might gather evidence to prove: american english voice acting for cartoons is far higher quality than american english voice acting for anime dubs. or is that just something obvious that everyone already agrees on

anyway anyway, the episode ended without the quality rope being put to use. unless i missed it, which is entirely possible.

jesus i heard azula's first lines and got an instant flashback to all the tumblr drama about grey delisle and her tumblr account and how she pretended it wasn't hers or something let's just erase all of this from my brain right now

this is kind of out of nowhere and borderline inappropriate but i'm glad characters in avatar are illustrated with nipples when they're shirtless... it always disturbs me a tiny bit when shirtless characters are depicted with zero nipple, not even a hint of nipple. (Aladdin.) not just because it implicitly stigmatizes something everyone has, but also because this scenario always plays in my head where it's like, a little kid sees a cartoon character without nipples and they think, "so i'm not supposed to have these..." and they start feeling weird and bad about themself... all you need to depict a nipple is a single unobtrusive dot. nothing visually offensive or explicit about it.

even to an audience who doesn't understand any cultural context, you can't not see the significance of zuko and iroh cutting off their topknots...

fandom seems to see sokka as the silliest one when in fact at least 40% of his entire role as a character is to be the tsukkomi

underrated moment: "you've got an elbow leech." "WHERE?! WHERE?!"

zuko should be a good boy and only steal if it's from pirates

stealy zuko stealing money and buying iroh a teapot !

god i forgot what a tiny baby voice toph has... so tiny

zuko trying really really hard but doing a bad job hammering (tears)

azula set up zuko and mai for a lucky sukebe...

when zuko's mom told him not to forget who he is, she didn't mean to remember that he's a prince and an heir as he revealed to the unsuspecting earth kingdom village. she meant to remember that he's someone with at least the base level of empathy and compassion, unlike most of his immediate family...

i still think aang's voice actor did a great job but i bet it sucks to be a young boy doing an excellent young boy voice and then when you grow up a little and presumably experience some puberty you just Cannot do the young boy voice anymore. hopefully in most cases where that happens, it's at least not abrupt

placing a bet that the writer for episode s2:e10 (the library) is different than most of the other episodes. i don't like it very much, at least in the first several minutes. if it's a name i recognize from the credits of several other episodes, i might be a bit disappointed in them. seriously, there's one stinker after another. and with such a great concept of an episode...

i didn't recognize the name of the guy who wrote this episode so i thought i was right but no, he wrote a bunch of episodes. must have been off his game for this one... either that or i'm in a very unforgiving mood and don't realize it... also when i went on wikipedia to look at who wrote which atla episodes, i learned that the animation for the show was split between two animation studios, and they're both korean. ah, i guess that doesn't mean all the animation took place overseas, as DM movie has a headquarters in the US. according to wikipedia.

oh, they're BUZZards... i get it... i gotcha.

aang with a vengeance is both scary and sad to see. but he does understand that property damage is nothing compared to a life

people who love azula are the exact same as people who love vriska: [comment redacted]

they have american birds in the avatar world. i keep hearing an eastern wood-peewee going "pee-pee-uwee" in the background :3

the serpent's pass seems geologically implausible.

sokka should really get face paint all over his face when he kisses suki. or like, the cartoonish image of when someone is covered in lipstick lip smacks, but it should be suki's makeup color

appa's been through so much and now he has to meet a boarcupine?!?! fortunately he still knows how to pick up and grab... but still :(

he touched appa's scutes and read them like a palm...

longshot translated his meaningful stares into out-loud words for katara and friends

zuko forgot that azula always lies :(

zuko should know that being redeemed in his father's eyes is the opposite of what he wants...

i LOVE aang's passionate tsungi horn dance

there are spring peepers in the fire nation

god the dripping of the rotten clams is so excessive

you know how ultrasonic humidifiers can create water vapor without heating it into steam, by vibrating it super fast? let's try that with waterbending, it'll be cool

two different bad guys have been skipped across the water like a rock

i love the fake time lapse of cleaning the river... and it showed how with pollution in real life, stopping the source of the pollution is not enough. it needs to be removed as well

sokka deserves LOTS of credit just for being able to handle a boomerang.

GOD THE SLOW PAN OVER THE BEAUTIFUL SWORD (in 3:4)

sokka also deserves LOTS of credit for being able to admit he doesn't know everything.

i managed to forget that zuko turns his back on iroh, while remembering that at some point, iroh gets buff

the voice of sokka's master is the voice of the boulder. right? right? no? are you kidding me? i suck at this

seems like kissing azula would have immediate consequences, like something melting

zuko is poorly socialized

zuko still forgot that azula always lies. even when she's being somewhat humanized in an episode like this.

so avatar roku had earthly attachments he did not let go of, presumably. such as his wife. did he have unfettered access to the avatar state? that's what i would ask him during this expositionfest if i was aang.

so sozin could do heatbending... that's amazing. i think i missed that the first time around.

that's right, zuko came back and his hair is long enough, but he hasn't recreated his topknot.

hawky is the only atla animal that poops on camera.

if you're gonna bend sweat, you might as well bend spit, and it's a little easier to obtain

wait so... is combustion man also a heatbender? i'll have to look into it later. [looked into it later: the avatar wiki has termed it "combustionbending?" are you shitting me?]

ooh it's the bloodbending episode! i'm pumped.

someone made a post about how when they watched this show and they were a kid they were thinking about how the characters are hot, and now they're watching as an adult and the characters are all tiny children... that's how i've been feeling. also season 3 episode 8 aang's voice sounds a little bit pubertous.

anyway damn this bloodbending episode is outright traumatic. good shit

oh, now zuko's topknot is back.

appa's armor covers each individual toe <:3c

i seriously misremembered the course of zuko's character development. and the timeline of the invasion in general. but now i understand that zuko has to tell his dad to eat shit face to face.

watching zuko's "zuko here" practice speech hurts 100% as much as it did the first time i saw it. and when he's delivering it to the gaang it's impossible to watch. i didn't put my hands on my head-- they just went there unbidden.

i kinda can't help picturing dante basco's face every time i hear zuko talk. the whole time. it's sometimes not optimal to know the faces of voice actors. especially when you're like me and you're not good at pushing out unwanted mental images.

what the fuck, combustion man? he just loves assassination so much you can't take back any orders. also i can't help but imagine that if you put a slice across his third eye his combustion would be fully inhibited. well i guess that's not a problem anymore.

i like that the gaang are a variety of heights, and that they're all noticeably shorter than most of the adults they meet. it just makes it feel realistic

if it was a US max security prison and prisoners were escaping they'd probably just fucking murder them

i love how when mai starts up the gondola again and azula is like "what is she DOING!" and ty lee just makes an "iunno" noise

tfw your best friend abandons you because you wouldn't let her murder her own brother

chit seng didn't get to free his girlfriend and best buddy :(

funny how azula seems almost docile when she's getting everything she wants. typical narcissist. well ok not the least bit typical.

sokka ate the rose. i remembered this scene Too clearly. but i didn't remember that.

um... was that the full moon? when katara bloodbent that guy? i should've looked at the sky... i went back and looked and still didn't see if it was the full moon. maybe the wiki knows. i don't care enough to look it up properly.

i was wondering when the melon lord would show up

none of the teens understand the obvious solution of defeating the fire lord by beating him INTO SUBMISSION (or oblivion) instead of killing him. just like in every anime fight ever. it's over when you acknowledge you've lost or you can't fight anymore, not when you die. (for the #1 best example of ending a fight the right way, see the way luffy defeats crocodile.)

so i know aang's gonna defeat the fire lord by essentially hitting him with a forced purification beam to the face and make him realize the errors of his ways or something. the fun part is how we get there

bumi bending entire houses through the air

aw i forgot the turtle island didn't have a cute face.

jyong jyong firebent a jet platform to fly around on?!

i guess the firelord can fly around like bakugou katsuki

i forgot that aang took away his firebending... and sokka hops up to him like "well, look at you, buster"

i'm glad i decided to watch this again. even if i didn't do a great job paying attention tbh. well i did spend a bit of time carving a little wooden spoon while i was watching. anyway i was thinking i wouldn't move right on to korra but rather read some of the atla comics that i know exist but have never read whatsoever. i wonder if i can find them in some kind of library...

i found the comics illegally on the internet and read a whole bunch (up until the end of the "zuko finds his mom" arc). i didn't write my thoughts down as i was reading, so i don't remember them. that's how my worthless brain works. i do remember that i found the comics satisfactory as an accurate extension of the show, and that i feel ambivalent about how azula is written/treated in the comics.

i don’t know if i feel like rewatching korra yet.

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