#my horns were so awesome in my old society even if in this society they think it makes ya a freak
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Sometimes I get embarrassed of my horns cus no one in this world has them, but when I remember where they come from I feel better... goat :]
#see im not the ONLY thing in this tl that has horns!!!#they make me feel so at home cus theyre so powerful and respected lookong the same way horns were back home#my horns were so awesome in my old society even if in this society they think it makes ya a freak#satyr kin#satyr introject#alterhuman#dsmp fictive#nonhuman alter#me and my satyr swagg
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G1+Hakyona Angel/Demon @firiare & @bmarvels
Humans have always thought themselves above other creatures even though they were merely just another species like the rest in nature. In the beginning, those with power or abilities fought against humans, but eventually gave up. They realized it was a pointless endeavor, so for the last 200,000 years, they used their magic to fade into human societies, and the ancient myths became nothing more than fairytales. Contrary to what the human societies had conjured up about ‘mythical’ creatures, the truth behind many of the stories were just that, story’s. Tales designed around them to serve a human’s purpose. A scary demon to frighten peasant subjects into submission or an angelic fairy to soothe away the fears in their hearts and offer salvation.
Life wasn’t always easy for any creature on Earth. One must learn to adapt and change, fit in and move forward. But it could be doubly difficult for a mythic creature trying to blend amongst the humans. Over time, most had developed societies within the human civilizations to watch out for their own, or gathering places where they could be their true selves. Forged bonds were also common between creatures and humans who’s loyalty were not in question. It was all meant to protect both sides, for wherever there is room for fear or misunderstanding, problems are unavoidable. Could one imagine a human being brought up to believe a demon is evil, not freaking out if suddenly they’re bf/gf said surprise, I have horns— probably wouldn’t go over well.
Hak new this well enough, he was a half demon after all. Mother was a demon and father a human who’d served in the military. But if this existence didn’t already come with struggle, his mother died during childbirth, and father during an overseas war when Hak was 4 years old. Luckily for him, a close family friend adopted him knowing full well the family’s genealogy. It was an older gentleman with no children of his own. Mundock, or grandpa Mundock raised him to blend into society. Hak turned into a very smart, athletic, capable young man who after college made a modest living working at a shipping company owned by another demon. It was a comfortable, albeit lonely life, because Hak shied away from romantic relationships.
Not that the ‘tall, dark, and handsome,’ stereotypical male couldn’t get a date if wanted to. Instead, he was afraid of falling in love only to have his heart broken if they couldn’t accept what he truly was. But his best friend Jaeha, a dragon in human form, was the opposite of Hak in many ways. Where he was quiet and naively sarcastic, Jaeha was extroverted and flirty. The man constantly tried to set him up with women. Come on, the man would admonish, let’s do a double and have some fun!
“No! No! What part of no, don’t you understand?!” Hak growled at his friend. “I’m not interested.”
“Pfft, boring grumpy ass...” Jaeha walked away from the couch where Hak was lounging with a video game. The conniving man then noticed Hak’s phone sitting on the kitchen island. Fine, he grinned to himself. ‘Time to take matters into my own hands.’
Jaeha opened the phone easily since he knew his friends password, and downloaded a popular dating app. While Hak was too engrossed in his game, he set about creating the perfect profile to lure in the women. Frankly, it wasn’t very hard. One hot profile picture, check. Bio info, stays in shape, works at a shipping company, hobbies include soccer and martial arts. Looking for, monogamous relationship with a sweet, friendly girl who is open minded. Click, send. Within minutes, the app’s inbox was receiving hits. Jaeha happily screened through them, looking for the right girl he was sure Hak would find difficult to say no to. Because despite his friend’s, ‘I don’t wanna date,’ attitude, he knew what Hak’s type was and that he was lonely.
He scrolled through profile after profile of the women messaging Hak looking at their bio’s. They ran the gamut of types, and not just in looks but demeanor from shy to scandalous. Many were obviously just interested in Hak’s appearance, and after close to 50 profiles, even Jaeha was starting to wonder if this was worth the effort.
That’s when he saw her... A pretty, fiery red head with purple eyes who’s effervescent skin and soft, innocent eyes just pulled you in. Her appearance may have caught Jaeha’s attention, but it was really her bio that solidified it. College educated, works as a primary school teacher, with a love of fantasy arts and stories. Oh, she is perfect!
Jaeha checks to make sure Hak is still focused on his game, then sends off a message to the woman.
‘Nice to meet you Yona. I noticed you’re into fantasy stuff, that’s pretty cool.’
‘Hello, nice to meet you too, Hak. Yeah, I find mythical creatures to be fascinating, so I’m always watching out for nice art or good fiction books about them.’
Jaeha grinned at the message. So far, so good. ‘It’s nice to meet someone who appreciates such things. I’ve done a little research on dragons and demons too.’
‘Really? Why demons?’
‘I think they get a bad rap in the old stories.’
‘Lol. You might be right... I don’t think angels are saints either.’
“Wow...” Jaeha mumbled out loud.
“Wow, what?” Hak looked up, questioning his friend.
Shit! “Oh, nothing. I just noticed you killed that opponent is all.”
“Oh,” Hak’s brow raised in suspicion, but he opted to go back to his game.
Jaeha breathed a sigh of relief. He would have to tell his friend the truth, but not yet. Time to go in for the kill.
‘Yona, would you do me the honor and go out on a date with me? I’d really love to get to know you more. How about this Saturday for dinner, restaurant of your choice, my treat.’
Several minutes pass by, but finally she responded. ‘Okay. Merrimans restaurant on Kilauea avenue at 6pm. Make sure to call in a reservation.’
‘Will do. See you then. Have a great rest of your day, Yona.’
‘Nice meeting you too, Hak.’
Jaeha grinned wide and walked over standing in front of his friend. “Hak, buddy, I gotta tell ya something, so turn that stupid game off!”
“No! So move your ass outta my way!”
“I got you a date.” Jaeha held the phone at arms length with the picture of Yona on the screen for Hak to see it. “Saturday, 6pm.”
“You did what?!” Hak stood up and grabbed his phone from the man’s hand, his blue eyes turning red in anger. “I told you, I’m not going out on a date!”
“Fine.” Jaeha crossed his arms over his chest, but a smug, unperturbed look still on his face. “Then you can be the bad guy and turn her down. Go ahead Hak, be the mean guy who breaks her heart.”
“You son-of-a!”
“Just look at her Hak. She’s pretty, she’s smart, and— she’s into creatures! She’s perfect for you! I’m tired of watching you moping around our apartment, you need a damn girlfriend.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“No, I’m your awesome wingman.” Jaeha winked and started to walk away. “Don’t forget to make the reservations. Details in the chat.”
“Fucking prick!” Hak groaned and plopped back onto the couch with a thud. His friend got him good this time, because he knew Hak didn’t have it in him to be mean to a girl. So, begrudgingly he started reading the woman’s profile.
Yona. ‘She’s tiny...’ okay, so, she is very attractive... and her comments about angels and demons catches his attention. No wonder Jaeha liked this one. But Hak wasn’t getting his hopes up, because finding them fascinating is still not the same as how someone would react if one were standing right in front of them. ‘Merrimans,’ at least she had good taste. He calls and sets up the reservation. “Ugh, this better turn out okay,” Hak yelled out loud enough for his roommate to hear it. “Or I’m kicking your ass dragon!”
It was four days until the fateful dinner date and he’d be fooling himself to say he wasn’t nervous, anxious to see if this girl could really be different from all the others, yet realistic that it may not turn out that way. Hak went about his work days like normal, never showing his co-workers or delivery customers anything beyond a mask of invincibility. He prided himself on never losing his cool, a behavior he’d maybe inherited from his military father. Even though inside he was a mess. Ugh! This is exactly why he avoided this area of the heart! Because in that way he was more like his mother according to gramps. His mom was a tough demon with a heart of gold who hated the idea of hurting anyone. Hak too didn’t like to let anyone down, and his respect for women came from stories about her.
What if this Yona woman liked him back but couldn’t accept his true identity? He’d break both their hearts. Maybe it would be best to let her down gently right from the beginning? This and more Hak pondered during those four days, his mind constantly calculating the options and odds. So that by Saturday morning his decision was made, right or wrong. He’ll go through with the date, but make it clear he’s not interested. Yes! That’s what he’ll do. Shield them both from future misery. Yona’s a beautiful woman, she’ll find someone better.
“Hi,” Hak stood before the hostess stand. “I have a 6pm reservation under...”
“Hak?”
A tiny female voice behind him sent a shiver right up his spine. Hak whipped around at his name, a surging sense of power titillating the nerve cells of his skin. “Yona?” The woman exuded something he’d never encountered before.
“Hello,” the woman smiled. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Y-Yeah,” cheeks heating up, “it’s nice to meet you too. Um,” he turned back to the hostess still flustered and mind racing, “Hak, reservation for two.”
“Welcome to Merriman’s,” the hostess responded. “Please, right this way,” she gestured for the pair to follow.
Hak stepped aside and motioned for Yona to go first, then followed behind. Clearly this woman was not human, but what she was, he wasn’t sure of. Her energy was bright, soothing, and so inviting that it almost overruled his own thoughts. Was she a succubus?! What little he knew of them came from the stories, how they lured men in with their beguiling natures. Hak shook his head of those thoughts before they could be seated. Yona only came up to his chest she was so tiny, so that the idea of her being a strong demon was hard to grasp. Well, whatever she was, this date wasn’t going to be as easy to get through as he’d hoped.
The air between them was expectedly nervous. Hak couldn’t tell if Yona had figured out his nature yet, and she sure wasn’t behaving like it. To anyone around them, they simply appeared as a couple on a quiet dinner date. He did his best to stay engaged, though she initiated most of the conversations. They talked about things Hak assumed any pair would when trying to get to know each other. Family, friends, interests, but nothing overly reaching and he definitely didn’t want to just bluntly ask about creatures, not in a restaurant where they were surrounded by humans.
She was everything her dating profile had made her appear to be and more, and he felt himself being pulled in. It created a growing dilemma as the night wore on, and Hak found it more and more difficult to stick to his original plan. By the dessert round, he knew he needed to make a decision, so screw it, he’ll ask the question that could get him immediate answers.
As soon as they exit the restaurant, where no one was around, Hak launched into his question. “I’m gonna be straight with you Yona. It was actually my roommate who set this all up, not me because he thinks I need a girlfriend. A-And I’m not saying it wouldn’t be nice, but there’s things about me that—”
Yona placed a finger on his lips to hush him. “Not here. Someone might hear us.” She then took his hand, “there’s somewhere safer we can talk.”
“O-Okay...” Hak blushed both from her commandingly gentle reaction and her hand in his!! He followed quietly as she led them just a few storefronts away to another business, giving up total control like a putty in her hands. If Jaeha saw them, Hak wouldn’t hear the end of it. How the mighty demon Hak was subdued by a tiny woman...
The business itself was nothing special, just a bar from the outside. But then Yona continued inside towards the back, stopping in front of a wall. Hak watched in awe as she muttered a few words in another language and suddenly a door appeared. They went through it and that’s when Hak realized they were still in the bar, just a section reserved for creatures!
After moving them to the side, Yona turned around and giggled. “Let me see the real you, Hak,” she spoke as she dropped her own glamor and white feathery wings suddenly appeared from her back along with a yellow effervescent glow on her skin.
His eyes flashed wide in shock, but he complied with her request. Hak turned off his glamor to reveal two short, pointed black horns on his head, a long black leathery tail, and talons on his fingers.
“You’re a demon” She verified.
“And you’re an angel,” Hak breathed out. “Now I understand that comment from the chat.”
She nodded. “But I have a confession as well,” Yona confided. “I already knew you’re a demon because your friend Jaeha contacted me a couple of days ago suspicious of my remark.” She chuckled, “he really looks out for you, I hope you know he cares.”
“He’s a pain in the ass,” Hak grumbled, “but yeah, that’s why he’s also my best friend.”
“Well?” Yona placed a hand on her hip in a cocky pose. “What do you think? I know I like what I see, but what about you?”
Hak snorted a laugh. An angel... who’s not a saint, huh? This woman was intriguing for sure. “Alright, angel. You’ve got my attention.”
The sound of clapping, and a slap on his back, caused Hak to spin around, swinging at the offender. But what he found instead was his green-scaled dragon roommate.
“Whoa!” Jaeha caught Hak’s fist. “I’m just here to congratulate you buddy.”
“Damn it, slanty eyes!” Hak counter punched the man in his chest. “But... thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Jaeha laughed, “now come on!” He gathered the couple one of each side of him, and pulled them towards the dance floor. “Time to celebrate my buddy’s finally got a girlfriend!”
“I swear to hell I’m gonna kill you Dragon!”
#hakyona#hakyona AU#hak son#son hak#Yona#akatsuki no yona#hak x yona#hakyona fan fic#hakyona fan fiction#angel/demon au
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Chained Heart || Bakugou x OC
Hello everybody! I’m back with one of the pieces I’ve been working on - the person who commissioned me (who wished to remain anonymous) lended me their awesome OC which I had the pleasure to name. I hope you guys like it and remember that commissions are always open! <3
Ko-Fi || Commissions
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“Another day, another good run.”
Chiaki Sato sat on her apartment’s balcony as she sipped on a peach juice box she had bought on the way home – of course, she’d tell her parents she’d stolen it along with the several other items she brought from a nearby 7-Eleven. Always making sure she went to different stores to avoid recognition from others, the teenager wondered just how much longer she’d have to go about trying to please people around her.
Of course, nothing in life comes without a little fun.
One of the few perks she could think about was staying out of the home for as long as she pleased, practicing her so-called arts on the tall walls of abandoned buildings or even playing pranks on unsuspecting citizens, such as misplacing grocery bags or sometimes going as far as to hide people’s bikes, all with the help of her chain-creating quirk. However, it always made her feel even just a little bit guilty regardless of the fact that no one ever got hurt because of her habits; it was the constant voice inside her head that told her that there would be a limit to all of that, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to get there at all. She took the weariness that came after the constant usage as a form of ‘punishment’, turning to an iron-based diet to supplement what she lost every day.
As the afternoon sun shone upon her and warmed her skin, Chiaki inhaled slowly and felt the tiredness taking hold of her body despite it being early. “Damn, I must’ve been up there a bit too long,” she whispered to herself with a smile as she reached to her back to caress one of the chain scars, “it was a damn good graffiti if I do say so myself.” Her day replayed like a movie reel as she got up and walked back inside and towards the kitchen, crushing and throwing away the already empty box. Only when she got to a certain point of her memories she stopped in her tracks, a smile breaking out on her face that could only mean it was a good day – she had almost seen him.
He was a teenager like her but on the opposite side of society’s spectrum. While she was trying to look and act like a villain, the blond guy was an apprentice under Best Jeanist’s wing and seemed to have an awful, almost haughty attitude towards anything that could remotely seem wrong or against the rules and laws based on what she’d seen.
It was either that, or the guy just acted like that about everything.
But Chiaki didn’t truly care, since she had taken it to heart to mess with him as much as possible without getting caught in the process and it was just the funniest thing to her; whenever she knew he was in the area, she’d get to the nearest store and shoplift the littlest thing she could find so that the hero in training would show up with his mentor only to see the item had already been either paid for anonymously or returned to its place. Even some of her graffiti was directed towards him. She was thankful that only she knew who those were talking about – she made sure to stick around long enough to see him appear on the scene, and his face of anger always got a laugh out of her.
The truth, however, was that she envied him just a bit; there was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to just leave all that she knew behind and start over with a clear conscience, and most importantly, she wanted to know what it would be like to be on the other side of the page – on the heroes’ page. However, she kept those dreams to herself due to her own parents pressuring her to continue the family business, talking about what a great villain she’d be and how she’d succeed them eventually.
Letting out a short sigh, she warily made her way to her bedroom through the hallway of the rundown apartment they all called home.
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It was early morning as she got out of bed, stretching her arms and legs as she sat up and glanced at the clock on her bedside table – it was already 9 am and the soft smell of coffee made its way inside the room through the slightly open door, making her stomach growl at the very thought of whatever breakfast was on the way. She quickly changed into her everyday clothes, went into the bathroom to brush her long brown hair into her signature ‘horned’ style, and then made her way to the kitchen; she could hear her parents chit chatting about things she most likely didn’t want to know, but Chiaki was sure they’d find a way to get her into it anyways.
“Well, look who’s already up!” her mother exclaimed as soon as she saw her. Aika Sato was a woman in her mid-forties that didn’t look a day over 30, but she always claimed it was all a product of her youthful mentality rather than something affecting her physical appearance. Sitting in front of her on the other side of the table was Daichi Sato, a stern-looking man that was responsible for the life of crime they were trying to live – he was the last member of a crime family older than heroic society itself so it only felt natural to him to continue now that there were even more resources to do so; her mother followed him along, her love stronger than any other thought or emotion. “Come darling,” Aika added, “I’ve prepared something nice for you to start the day off.”
“We’ve been talking,” said her father as Chiaki sat down between them, his eyes much softer than his voice. “And we think it’s time we introduce you to some of our friends that could teach you a thing or two; you will become so much stronger under their wing and will be able to go on your own to bigger missions as well.”
Chiaki’s eyes were glued on the small cup full of fresh raspberries that accompanied the usual rice and miso soup, along with the ginseng tea she used to take every day. “Oh, I… I don’t know what to say,” she mumbled, reaching out to take a piece of fruit and putting it in her mouth. The sweet juice tasted good and she tried to focus on that.
“I know, it seems like such a big responsibility,” Aika replied as she put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder with a big smile on her face, “but we’re sure you’re ready for something important. After all, you’re a very talented young lady and the world should know that as well, don’t you think so?”
She could only nod as images of her among some of the most powerful villains known to date, torturing people or going even further than that, filled her mind which in turn filled her heart with fear – unsure of how to get out of that situation, she finished her food as fast as she could, grabbed her bag and then said her goodbyes while rushing out of the house with the excuse of having to go to the public library to research for school.
The outside air felt more refreshing than ever, but her emotions felt stronger and it became hard to control once she had walked far enough, a few tears escaping from the corners of her eyes as she walked to the blind alleyway in which she used to hide whenever she felt overwhelmed. With her face buried on her hands, she leaned against a wall and finally let it all out with muffled sobs, the weight of the situation making her feel confused as to which was the right way to take.
She cried for a few minutes until she finally got up and wiped her face with the sleeves of her jacket, not really caring about the way she may have looked after that; reaching into her bag, she pulled out one of the few paint cans she had left before looking up and making two chains appear from her shoulder blades. She maneuvered until they grabbed onto the top of one of the short buildings to the sides of the alley. Carefully, she climbed the wall until she was high enough to start painting when she heard it.
A short muffled scream in a high pitched voice made her turn around and look down, the sight in front of her completely making her freeze – a woman faced to the ground with a gun held to her head by a man with his face covered by a ski mask and who seemed to be even more nervous than her. Both entered the alleyway quickly. “Give me everything, goddammit,” he said with a hurried tone yet his voice was loud. Chiaki was only able to look from her place, but when the woman looked up she couldn’t help but think of her own mother in a similar situation. “Give me everything or I’ll kill you.”
It only took a second of losing her focus for her moral compass to take control and soon a third chain came out of her side, made its way towards the thief and wrapped itself around him tight enough to incapacitate him. “Run, get help!” she yelled at the woman, who looked at her with what seemed to be gratitude in her expression mixed with panic and then ran off the scene. The man looked up at her with rage in his eyes before he tried to run as well, but nothing seemed to be working against her quirk. She looked at the man, proud of herself for doing the right thing but wondering what would happen when help did come. “Try to point that gun at me, fucker.”
Soon enough she heard quick steps coming from the street and then an old cop appeared, followed closely by a pro-hero she didn’t recognize and… oh my god, she thought as soon as she saw explodo-boy. The three of them looked up as they witnessed the scene, and Chiaki made sure to slowly descend from her place on the wall – unable to even look at the blond teen directly, she kept her gaze glued to the ground as her chains vanished once she was close enough to it.
“What are you doing here, young girl?” the pro-hero asked her as he came closer. “You don’t look like a regular civilian with that outfit.”
For once, Chiaki actually felt self-conscious about her choice of wardrobe. “It’s… just my clothes, sir,” she replied shyly, cursing at the fact that her first good deed was actually going to be the one that got her in trouble. The blond was behind him, staring at her with the usual angry look; he looked intimidating but cute, she thought for a split second. “I usually come here when I need to be alone, and I couldn’t just stay back while someone got attacked.”
Both heroes seemed mad, but when the cop called for the oldest one the man quickly turned around and walked away, leaving the two teens by themselves. “Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing up there,” the blond spat out with an almost venomous tone, and she could tell he was frowning underneath the mask that covered half his face. “You were the one that left all those ridiculous graffiti all over the damn place. What is stopping me from going and telling the cops, huh?”
“I-I’m not looking for trouble…”
“You are trouble,” he cut her off, “and you’re about to get what you deserve. You’re just another villain in training and this was just a cover-up for your stupid actions, I just know it.”
Those words were the last thing she had expected to hear from him, but they still felt like knives stabbing her on the back. “You know nothing about me,” she replied, the bubble of anger threatening to explode inside her any moment now. “You had it easy from the beginning, no pressures from anyone. You had it easy being on the other side, the good side, but when people expect too much from you, you break. Do you know what it’s like to want to do the right thing knowing you’ll disappoint everyone around you?” He remained expressionless as she ranted on, and that only served to fuel her anger a lot more. “If you’re going to be a hero yet you don’t care about anything, then maybe you’re the one who’s on the wrong side of the fence.”
“Well, it seems like you don’t know shit about me either,” he said in a whisper, coming closer to her until her back hit the wall. Her feelings mixed with embarrassment as her gaze fixed on the floor and she could feel her face getting redder. “But why should I talk with a petty villain like you? You’re not even an ant on my way.”
“Because…” she struggled to look for words to emotions she had never exactly spoken about, as it never came easy. “Because I do want to know what it’s like.” Finally letting her guard down, Chiaki looked straight into his eyes with determination. “I don’t want to be this, yet it’s all my environment seems to look forward to. I… I don’t know how to tell them I don’t want to be a bad person. I have no one to talk about this with.” She waited and looked for any sign of comprehension in his gaze, though nothing was clear. “How was it so easy for you? How did you get to be training with some of the best heroes in the country?”
The boy took a few steps away and looked back at the pro-hero, who was now helping the cop get the thief away to his car. “Shit,” he muttered before turning back to her, and for the first time since she knew him, he looked distressed as he clenched his fists. “I don’t know why I’d give advice to a shithead like you,” he started as he turned back to her, his expression returning into his usual angry one but he still sounded unsure of his own words. “But if you want something, you, uh, you should just go for it. You probably won’t be more than another extra… but you can try. Maybe you could… go to some damn school and not listen to whoever’s telling you to be a shitty villain. You want to be better than that, which already makes you… stronger than them.”
It almost made her laugh just how much he was struggling with words, seeing that he had always seemed so assertive, but she didn’t get any chance to reply. “Young man,” the pro-hero said as he appeared behind the blond, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him back just a little bit. “Go outside and wait for me; I’ll catch up in a minute.” Obeying not without letting out a little grunt he just turned around and walked towards the cop who was just now getting into his car, and Chiaki only looked at him with a goodbye stuck in her throat. “Now about you, missy,” the man said once they were alone. “We won’t say anything about you using your quirk without a permit since you helped us this time. However, you will have to turn your attitude around; we’ll be on the lookout for any suspicious activities and if we find out you were related to it, you won’t get out of it that easy.”
And with that he too walked away, leaving her with her thoughts for the first time in what had felt like hours. You want to be better than that, which already makes you stronger than them. The words the other teen had told her ran through her mind almost unconsciously, his voice loud and clear and soon becoming the only thing she heard. Chiaki looked up at the midday sun and with a smile appearing on her face, she picked up the half-empty paint spray can from the floor and threw it on one of the garbage cans around before walking out of the alley. Curious eyes from nearby stores were glued to her, but for the first time, she didn’t bother about it.
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Holding onto the hems of her uniform jacket, the girl looked up at the huge main building of her new school while walking towards the steel gates and avoiding the other students gathered around her. Standing in front of the one thing that would help her achieve her dreams, it all felt beyond surreal. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she had gotten into the biggest hero school in Japan behind her parents’ back, and even though they had shunned her at first they had grown used to the idea of their daughter not following their steps; they never brought it up though and never asked how her things were going either, but she knew it would be hard for them to digest the news.
Her pace was calm but to her, it seemed like she was in a rush anyways, a small droplet of sweat rolling down her temple – despite it being the final days of summer, the day still felt way too warm yet she blamed it on the thick fabric of the clothes. Looking all around, she witnessed Eraserhead to the side of the door lazily greeting the arriving students and she smiled at the sight, but as their gazes met she instantly looked down, feeling her cheeks turn bright red.
Chiaki took a few more steps until she crashed onto somebody, making the person in front of her stumble back. “Oi, what’s your goddamn problem?” a familiar voice roared, and when she looked up she was met with angry red eyes that seemed to pierce right through her. She wouldn’t mistake him for anyone and was shocked that of all the people she could encounter on her very first day and in the very same school she was attending, it had to be him; it was like fate was playing tricks on her. “Watch where you’re going, you damn extra.”
“How long are you going to call everyone that, Bakubro?” the redhead that was with him let out a short laugh before turning to her – she was sure her cheeks were the same colour as his hair. She noticed they had the same eye colour and had to suppress the need to chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, he’s always like that…”
“I know,” she muttered without thinking, instantly regretting it.
“You know each other?”
The blond looked surprised but said nothing as he waited for her to speak. “I, uh… we… met last year though I don’t think he remembers,” she explained, “and he gave me advice on how to become a hero when I was in a bad place. It really helped me.” Both guys’ eyes opened wide at those words, the redhead wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulder with a big smile on his face.
“Ooh Bakugou, seems like I was right about you being a softie after all!”
“Shut up, Kirishima,” the blond – Bakugou said with a growl, pushing him off him and turning his attention back to her with his brow furrowed. “I remember you now; you tried your worst to be a villain and now you’re here. You followed me here so I could congratulate you or something?”
His tone was harsh, but the soft pink on his cheeks spoke way louder than his words. Finally letting out a laugh, she replied, “Not really, this is just my first day. I hadn’t been able to say thank you for the kind words though, they really helped.” The bell rang across campus just as she finished her sentence and she bowed to the two before turning around, making her way to the main doors, unaware of the pair of eyes that were glued to her back.
“You know,” Kirishima said with one eyebrow raised and a mischievous smile on his lips, catching Bakugou’s attention back from the unknown girl – she had such a sweet perfume, but he’d never admit that even if his life depended on it. “You could at least have asked for her name, Bakubro.”
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There was once a demon named Émond
A brief warning: This is an entirely fictional piece that is based on a dream of mine, but it does mention child trafficking and child labour, so please proceed with care. Your well-being is the most important. This is also written in the heat of the moment, so the subjects that this touches on may be poorly-researched or misinformed. If that’s the case, please kindly let me know. It’s uncertain whether this will have a follow-up, and although I will try my best, there’s no promises. Lastly, English is not my first language. With all that said, I hope you enjoy this weird dream of mine.
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There was once a demon boy. Well, not exactly “boy”, since demons’ age, sex, and gender just did not work that way, but he liked being a young boy, so why not? Wayward was the word that he deeply identified with, and it did not help that he also disapproved of certain rules and values of the demon world. After too many times refusing to perform his duty of being an “upright and devoting member of the community”, The Council of Demonic Society put limitations on his magic before casting him to earth as a punishment. The demon would not be able to return until he successfully tempted seven kings into wrongdoings.
He had no intention whatsoever to complete the task.
On earth, still in the form of a young boy, he decided to simply live on the street and went by the name Émond. His magic, though limited, was still more than enough to suffice, so his new life mainly consisted of magicking whatever food and drink he needed if he was feeling lazy, and stealing if he was feeling particularly bored or adventurous. He could no longer make money out of thin air, though, so that was a shame. He then decided that he would feel adventurous most of the time, which was terrible news for shop owners in the area.
That way of living lasted for about as long as the lifespan of a dragonfly. Wandering the land of the living without any permanent shelters, money or full power, Émond found himself being snatched from the street and sold to some kind of twisted organisation located in a desert faraway. All the manual labour was young boys who had to stay in tents. There were also adult supervisors who lived in brick houses nearby. The children were chained together at the wrists in groups of seven when they worked and forced to dress in uniforms at all times, which consisted of too big a shirt and a pair of baggy trousers that looked like they had been vomited out by an entity that solely produced eye-achingly bright red-colored clothes. There were about five groups of seven red-clothed children. Usually, they had to work in the desert under the sun, digging sand for wood, animal or human bones, and if they were in luck, scattering pieces of jewellery; in general, anything that was not sand and could potentially be sold for money. On special occasions, the boys were given the job to act like “feral cheerleaders” in a spectator sport taking place on a dune near where they put up their tents. The so-called sport apparently included gruesome murders performed by men on horses. They were told to scream, clap and jump manically whenever someone was killed or badly injured to “set the atmosphere”, metal chains clinking and air thick with the pungent smell of fresh blood.
Naturally, Émond did not get on well at first. He was made fun of by adults and children from other groups, as well as having to endure snickers from his own for his rather chubby body and long mop of curly hair, although he did not give a monkey’s about that. He liked this body. What truly annoyed Émond was the fact that he was expected to take commands from these ridiculous, violent, crude supervisors, whom he ignored out of spite most of the time, and just as often, they got furious and took that anger out on the children in his group. Whenever that happened, the demon would use the little power he was allowed to his advantage. He created a strong and urgent urge to fall asleep and planted it inside the minds of red-faced supervisors. Being in the thrall of demonic magic, they had to crawl back into their bed and slumber for the next hour; he then wiped their memory of his unruly behaviour, which oftentimes resulted in a dopey and silly facial expression when they finally woke up from the unnatural sleep.
Very quickly, other boys in the group started to pick up on the pattern and confronted the demon on one late afternoon.
“How did you do that?”, one child named Asher asked him when they had finished the work for the day. The supervisors had taken off their chains and retired to their brick shelters. Their tent had been put up properly for the freezing forthcoming night, and sunbaked wood and dry grass had been provided for each tent for fire.
“Do what?”
“Stop the adults from hitting us, obviously”, another small child, Neil, he recalled, turned to him, squinting his hazel eyes.
The demon soon found himself the object of curious and suspicious gazes from six little humans. Well, he thought to himself, they are going to stay with me for quite some time anyway, I may as well get on with it.
He told them everything, from the fact that he was not as human as it seemed and there was an entire world full of his kind to the event of his punishment and his life before being taken here. Émond also told them that his magic abilities had certain limits, and that yes, he could make the supervisors forget about his scornful attitudes and behaviour, but no, he could not do the same for memories concerning other people, the boys included. As that was the case, the demon could not wipe away the existence of six children from the minds of several supervisors and help them escape. Also, they were in the middle of a desert, it was not a very good idea to venture out without sufficient resources, knowledge of their current location or a map for direction. Émond had expected the boys to get terrified, accuse him of lying, or laugh in his face and consider him insane, but that assumption was quickly proved wrong. Apparently, the demon had not been very subtle with his magic, and as it was, he found himself surrounded by six fearless, inquisitive little creatures.
“Do you have horns?”, a boy named Alex, twelve years old with wide brown eyes and short hair of indiscernible color, asked him. “I heard that demons have horns.”
“Well, I can have horns if I wish to,'' came his answer, “but those things are just terribly inconvenient, are they not?”
“You can change how you look? That’s wicked awesome!”, exclaimed another child, Alfie, who was sitting cross legged next to Alex. The other children just looked at Émond with even more wonder evident on their faces.
“I wholeheartedly agree with you, child.”
“Wait, so are you really a boy, then? And how old are you, exactly?”, asked a fifteen-year-old named Victor, which made him the oldest of the six.
“No, I’m not really a boy, I’m a demon. We don’t normally categorize our kind into boys and girls, or anything like that, really. There are certain types that run The Council, but that place is full of stiff demons that know no fun, so let's not count that. Most of us just exist or don't. And it’s rude to ask people of their age.” Then, after a beat of silence: “Also, I don’t remember. It’s been a while since I last checked a calendar.”
“What about magic? Can you do magic now? I want to see it!”
The children looked at him excitedly. Happy to entertain, and also starting to feel a bit cold, Émond magicked a burning fire next to their tent. It crackled cheerfully and smelt sweeter than any scents the children had ever smelt before.
The last remnant of sunlight was starting to fade on the horizon. The group of seven shifted closer to the fire, basking themselves in the warmth, hoping that the biting cold of the desert night would not seep into their bones.
“Do demons have parents?”
That question took the demon by surprise. He contemplated for a while before settling on an answer: “You know what, I’m not sure. The first memory I have is waking up alone on the floor of a dimly-lit room with only one door. The knowledge of my power and who I was just…magicked itself there, I suppose. I then opened the door and found an entire world of demons on the other side.”
“Oh”
“Right, it did get a little overwhelming.”
“I have a mother,” said Little Henri, aged eight, after a while, “She’s still waiting for me to come back, I’m sure. I just hope she doesn't cry so much anymore.”
And so, the conversation turned to the life stories of each child. Henri was the youngest in the group. He loved visiting the park with his mother when she came home from work. The ducks in the park’s pond, in his opinion, had been the most interesting citizens he had ever encountered, aside from his mother, of course, and a source of endless entertainment. Alex and Alfie were of the same age. They were orphans and had lived together on the same street before being kidnapped. The A-Duo, or TAD for short, was how they had called themselves back in the glorious olden days of mischief. Mind you, they were still TAD and still full of shenanigans, but artfulness was now their main focus to avoid the beating from supervisors, whom they called “visors” because “really, it’s impossible there is anything super about them”. Émond found it funny. Neil and Asher were brothers, aged ten and fourteen respectively. While Neil was an energetic little boy and was often found conversing amicably with The A-Duo, Asher was rather reserved and quiet. They had lived in a loving family, although both knew that “sufficient” could hardly be used to describe their home. Neil had been snatched from a vacant playground on a humid summer afternoon. Asher had witnessed the incident and rushed to his little brother without thinking, which had resulted in him being rendered unconscious with a bat in the head. They had both been dragged away from view in an instant. Asher had woken up with a mild concussion to find Neil hugging him tightly, sleeping, cheeks still streaked with tears. The pair had travelled with a dealer for about a week before being sold to this place. The oldest among the children was Victor, who sported a perpetual grim face. He was reluctant to talk about his family, but the little information he provided was telling enough: he had been sold by the hand of his own kin. The pain of that memory seemed to etch on his brow, cling to the downward corners of his mouth and the dimmed color blue of his eyes. Sensing the unease, Asher steered the conversation away from Victor, asking Alex and Alfie about their latest mischief.
“Well, since you insist,” said Alfie before the duo plunged into every detail concerning The Sandy Bums Operation with obvious pride. Victor looked at Asher gratefully.
By the end of the conversation, Henri and Neil had been fast asleep. Alex and Alfie were struggling to keep their eyes open and failing spectacularly. Victor ushered the two inside the tent, meeting with little protest, and followed them with Henri in his arms, while Asher gently scoped up his little brother. For a moment, the gentle crackling of the fire was the only sound that dared to disrupt the quiet night.
“Why haven't you escaped on your own?” A hushed voice broke the silence. Asher seated himself beside Émond, hazel eyes fixed on his profile. “You know, you have magic and all that, and I reckon you also have better endurance than us humans. So why?”
Chuckling lightly, the demon turned to look at him: “Why do you ask? Do you want to get rid of me that much?”
“Not really,” Asher shrugged, letting out a sigh, “just curious.”
They fell into a comfortable silence. The flickering fire threw long shapeless shadows on the ground, unfailingly scented the surrounding air with its enticing aroma.
“It doesn't sit right with me, whatever that may mean coming from a demon,” Émond said after a while, still resolutely staring at the fire. “Leaving the children here when I walk free and wreak havoc to the world, knowing that I might have been able to aid their escape in some way, doesn't sound very fair, does it? It's bad for business, anyway, that not everyone is given the same chance to do evil.”
A smile grazed Asher’s lips. It was a small, fleeting thing, but in this harsh and unforgiving place, it was more precious than gold. “You know, I think I get why those stiff demons rejected you. You are terrible at being a demon.”
“Wow, thanks so much for that”, said Émond, feigning outrage.
“You would make a pretty decent lad, though, if you were a human being”, Asher carried on, unfazed.
That threw the demon into a lapse of silence. He looked in bewilderment at the child beside him, dirty face and matted blond hair. Then, softly, as if he feared the image of that boy might shatter before his eyes: “But I'm not, aren't I?”
“No, you aren't,” the boy gently shook his head, “but I choose to see you as such anyway.”
They sat in silence for some time before pulling the sweet air into his lungs, Asher patted Émond on the shoulders and stood up, stretching and yawning: “I don’t know about you, but I’m knackered. Going inside now. You coming?”
“The night sky is too beautiful”, Émond replied simply.
“Alright. Goodnight, then.”
“Goodnight.”
There was a soft rustle of fabric, and then, once again, Émond found himself embraced by the chilly stillness of the desert night. The sky was indeed beautiful. He might as well admire the stars while he could.
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MONTREAL — Ian Power was among the first to buy legal recreational marijuana in Canada but he has no plans to smoke it. He plans to frame it.
Canada became the largest country with a legal national marijuana marketplace as sales began early Wednesday in Newfoundland. Power was first in line at a store in St. John’s, Newfoundland.
“I am going to frame it and hang it on my wall. I’m not even going to smoke it. I’m just going to save it forever,” Power said.
And there was more good news for pot aficionados: Canada will pardon all those with convictions for possessing up to 30 grams of marijuana, the newly legal threshold. People will have to apply for the pardons, but will no longer have to wait five years after a conviction or pay hundreds of dollars in fees, as they do now.
“This is going to going to make a real difference for people who have been unfairly impacted by the previous regime,” said Canadian Prime Minister Trudeau, who said he had no plans to use marijuana himself.
Canada has had legal medical marijuana since 2001 and Trudeau’s government has spent two years working toward expanding that to include recreational marijuana. The goal is to better reflect society’s changing opinion about marijuana and bring black market operators into a regulated system.
Uruguay was first was the first country to legalize marijuana.
In St. John’s, Newfoundland, hundreds of customers were lined up around the block at the private store on Water Street, the main commercial drag in the provincial capital, by the time the clock struck midnight. A festive atmosphere broke out, with some customers lighting up on the sidewalk and motorists honking their horns in support as they drove by the crowd.
Ian Power is first in line at the Tweed store on Water Street in St. John’s, Newfoundland and Labrador. (Paul Daly/The Canadian Press via AP)
“Prohibition has ended right now. We just made history,” said the 46-year-old Power, who bought a gram. “I can’t believe we did it. All the years of activism paid off. ”
Bruce Linton, the CEO of marijuana producer and retailer Canopy Growth, made the sale to Power.
“It was extremely emotional,” he said. “Several people who work for us have been working on this for their entire adult life and several of them were in tears.”
Linton said Canada is at the forefront of the industry because it is federally legal in Canada and federally illegal in the U.S.
“The last time Canada was this far ahead in anything, Alexander Graham Bell made a phone call,” said Linton, whose company recently received an investment of $4 billion from Constellation Brands, whose holdings include Corona beer and Robert Mondavi wines.
Tom Clarke, an illegal pot dealer for three decades, was also among the first to make a legal sale in Canada when his store opened at midnight local time in Portugal Cove, Newfoundland. He made the first sale to his dad. A crowd of 50 to 100 people waited outside and cheered him.
“This is awesome. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this,” Clarke said. “I am so happy to be living in Canada right now instead of south of the border.”
A driver honked jubilantly at people lined up outside of downtown Montreal’s new government-run cannabis store. Corey Stone and a friend got to the store at 3:45 a.m. to be among the first to buy in Quebec.
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing — you’re never ever going to be one of the first people able to buy legal recreational cannabis in Canada ever again,” said Stone, a 32-year restaurant and bar manager.
The Montreal store has a long counter with products behind it. “It’s a candy store, I like the experience,” said Vincent Desjardins, a 20-year-old-student.
Among those waiting outside a Nova Scotia government cannabis shop in Sydney River, Nova Scotia, was Canadian fiddler and singer Ashley MacIsaac.
’I don’t need to be a criminal anymore, and that’s a great feeling,” said MacIsaac, who had been arrested for possession in 2001 . “And my new dealer is the prime minister!”
The stores are among at least 111 legal pot shops expected to open across the nation of 37 million people on Wednesday, with many more to come, according to an Associated Press survey of the provinces.
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Media previews one of Quebec’s new cannabis stores in Montreal. (Ryan Remiorz/The Canadian Press via AP)
Canadians also can order marijuana products through websites run by provinces or private retailers and have it delivered to their homes by mail.
Alberta and Quebec have set the minimum age for purchase at 18, while others have made it 19.
No stores will open in Ontario, which includes Toronto. The most populous province is working on its regulations and doesn’t expect stores until next spring.
A patchwork of regulations has spread in Canada as each province takes its own approach within the framework set out by the federal government. Some are operating government-run stores, some are allowing private retailers, some both.
Canada’s national approach has allowed for unfettered industry banking, inter-province shipments of cannabis and billions of dollars in investment — a sharp contrast with national prohibition in the United States.
Nine U.S. states have legalized recreational use of pot, and more than 30 have approved medical marijuana. California, the largest legal market in the U.S., earlier this month became the first state with a law mandating expungement of criminal convictions for marijuana-related offenses that no are longer illegal.
U.S. Customs and Border Protection invited Canadian media to a conference call on Tuesday so officials could reiterate that marijuana remains illegal under U.S. federal law and that those who are caught at the border with pot are subject to arrest and prosecution.
As Canada welcomes legalization, supply shortages could develop, as happened in some U.S. states when legalization arrived.
Brenda Tobin and her son Trevor plan to open their pot shop in Labrador City in Newfoundland and Labrador at 4:20 p.m. Wednesday — 420 is slang for the consumption of cannabis. Tobin, a longtime convenience store owner, said they will be cutting a ribbon and cake.
“We are just ecstatic,” she said.
She expects to run out in few days and doesn’t know when she’ll get her next order in. She doesn’t expect to make much money off the pot itself, noting Newfoundland’s 8 percent cap on retail pot profits. She hopes to make money from pipes, bongs and marijuana paraphernalia.
“There’s no money in the product itself,” she said. “You got to sell $250,000 worth of product in order to make $20,000. That’s not even paying someone’s salary.”
Canopy Growth CEO Bruce Linton, left, passes a bag with the first legal cannabis for recreation use sold in Canada to Nikki Rose and Ian Power at the Tweed shop on Water Street in St. John’s N.L. at 12:01 am NDT on Wednesday Oct. 17, 2018. (Paul Daly/The Canadian Press via AP)
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Tracey Lindeman from Montreal. Rob Gillies reported from Toronto. Gene Johnson reported from Seattle. Johnson is a member of AP’s marijuana beat team. Follow him at https://twitter.com/GeneAPseattle. Find complete AP marijuana coverage at http://apnews.com/tag/LegalMarijuana
Canada Now World’s Largest Legal Marijuana Marketplace MONTREAL — Ian Power was among the first to buy legal recreational marijuana in Canada but he has no plans to smoke it.
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John Rzeznik Of Goo Goo Dolls On New Christmas Album And Premiere Of Augmented Reality Holiday Movie Musical
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John Rzeznik Of Goo Goo Dolls On New Christmas Album And Premiere Of Augmented Reality Holiday Movie Musical
The first Goo Goo Dolls Christmas album, ‘It’s Christmas All Over,’ is now available via Warner … [] Records
Since forming in 1986, and breaking through to the mainstream nine years later with the album A Boy Named Goo, Buffalo, New York alt pop outfit Goo Goo Dolls have tackled everything from live albums and vinyl reissues to greatest hits sets and more.
But for the first time in their nearly 35 years, 2020 marks the group’s foray into the world of Christmas music.
In a tumultuous year defined by quarantine amidst pandemic, the Christmas spirit may seem fleeting for some.
But the group’s latest album, It’s Christmas All Over, looks back for inspiration, conjuring up the Christmas classics of yore not only in terms of canon cuts revisited but aesthetically too, in everything from the album cover art to the stunning visuals that drive the augmented reality film which accompanies the new seasonal release.
“It was always the best time of year. It was always the time of year where my family would call a ceasefire with each other. We’d have relatives over. There was always a ton of gifts and good food. It was just amazing,” said Goo Goo Dolls singer and guitarist John Rzeznik, recalling what the Christmas holiday means to him. “I went back to the real old stuff – and some very obscure stuff. Louis Prima and Spike Jones and stuff like that. Trying to get some inspiration from stuff like that was a lot of fun.”
With their touring schedule wiped out by the onset of COVID-19, the Christmas album, now available via Warner Records with exclusive holiday-themed merch, quickly became a priority for co-founding Goo Goo Dolls Rzeznik and bassist Robby Takac.
Rzeznik co-produced the record with touring band members Jim McGorman and Brad Fernquist, who helped facilitate elaborate arrangements featuring a horn section and more, capturing the essence of the seasonal standards.
“We were in L.A. and it was kind of like this post-apocalyptic Los Angeles. It felt like there was no one in town but us,” said Rzeznik of recording sessions which took place during the early days of shelter-in-place orders. “We were in this really old recording studio – very hip, very cool. You walked in the door and it felt like it was 1968, you know? And it was just fun,” he continued, noting the impact of L.A. studio Palomino Sound and his continued exploration of recording techniques from a bygone era.
“It was such a learning process. I was putting my two cents in – but I don’t have a musical education. So I relied on two of the guys in my band: Jim McGorman, the keyboard player, and Brad Fernquist, who plays guitar – because they have these very, very deep musical educations. So they were able to take the ideas and run with them and we could work together,” said the singer. “It was challenging at times. But I have a really tight musical relationship with those two guys. So they understand, when I’m like humming something, what I’m looking for.”
Top notch session musicians contribute to the album, offering each of the album’s ten tracks an old school feel. Jon Button, of The Who, chips in with upright bass, while The Union Square 5 lend a jazz feel to the closing instrumental affair “The Christmas Party.” McGorman adds keyboard and mellotron while Fernquist adds additional guitar.
In addition to the group’s take on exemplary holiday cuts like “Let it Snow” and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” It’s Christmas All Over also features a pair of original tracks. “It gets harder each year to believe in what’s real, I need Christmas,” sings Rzeznik in the new “This is Christmas.”
“Do as much as you can to help as many people as you can. That’s what that means,” he said of the new lyric. “And I really believe that if you put that challenge out to people, that they’ll accept it and they’ll rise to the occasion. I truly believe in that spirit – maybe not so much of Christmas, but of human beings. That if you ask them to help, they will. And they’ll do it gladly,” he continued. “The other original song on the album is ‘You Ain’t Getting Nothin’.’ That song is about a kid – who’s basically me – who winds up on Santa’s naughty list. We had a really interesting guy from Chile, Juan Urbina, animate a video for that song. And it’s very Chuck Jonesy – an homage to his animation and his slapstick style. It’s really awesome.”
Accompanying the new album is the augmented reality film It’s Christmas All Over, a musical movie set to premiere at 7PM ET on Saturday, December 12, 2020 via FanTracks.
Produced and directed by FanTracks president Barry Summers, the film take’s the album’s vintage tone even further through band interaction in settings like a 1940s speakeasy and even the iconic set of The Ed Sullivan Show.
Auctioning a signed guitar to benefit St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital’s “Music Gives to St. Jude Kids” program, Rzeznik is clear on what the holiday season should mean despite the obvious limitations brought on by COVID-19.
“More than ever, even though we physically can’t touch each other, there are so many deep ways that we can become better as a society,” Rzeznik said. “Being of service, especially in these times – raising money, collecting food – especially protein. Things like that. You’ve got to help your neighbors,” he continued. “Get out of your isolation and help. Socially distance and be safe – but contribute. Being of service completely cures isolation. And you can save your own life by helping someone else with theirs.”
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People Are Admiring The Man Known As The ‘Blinking White Guy’ Over Using His Fame To Raise Money For Charity
Even people who’ve been living under a rock and barely go on the internet have most likely seen the ‘blinking white guy’ meme: the legendary GIF of a man showing surprise, confusion, and often a combination of both.
As it turns out, the man whose face is used in the meme, Drew Scanlon, is a pretty damn awesome dude with a heart of gold, can-do attitude, and a burning desire to help others. He used his fame to give attention to and secure funding for a good cause by asking people to support his bike fundraiser for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.
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33-year-old Drew’s fundraiser bike ride took place between September 21 and 22 in California. He raised 34,611 dollars and 65 cents for the fight against MS after riding 120 miles (193 kilometers) from San Francisco to Wine Country. His 10-person team, The Big El West, came in 7th out of 134 teams that participated in the two-day bike ride.
Drew is best known for being the face of this meme
If you’ve ever been on the internet, chances are you’ve seen this meme
“I’m not usually one to toot my own meme horn but in this case I’ll make an exception. You see, two close friends of mine and members of their families suffer from MS, a debilitating disease of the central nervous system that interrupts communication between the brain and the body,” Drew wrote on his fundraising page.
Drew’s bike fundraiser for MS took place on September 21 and 22 in California
Drew also added: “If a fraction of those who have seen my goofy face donated to MS research, I have a feeling we could kick this thing in no time!” Now that’s a way to use fame for the greater good. With that kind of outlook on life, Drew’s basically an everyday superhero.
He rode 120 miles (193 kilometers) by bike, all the way from San Francisco to Wine Country
Here’s the moment when the ‘blinking white guy’ meme was born
The Multiple Sclerosis Trust explains what exactly the name of the condition means: “’Sclerosis’ means scarring or hardening of tiny patches of tissue. ‘Multiple’ is added because this happens at more than one place in the brain and/or spinal cord.”
According to the trust, MS is a lifelong (but not terminal) condition. It’s also the most common central nervous system condition that affects young adults.
MS isn’t contagious or infectious, and how it affects different people is unique: no two people will have the exact same range and severity of symptoms. The condition is most common in those countries that are further away from the equator, and women are almost three times more likely to get it than men.
Though the condition can’t be cured (yet), it is treatable. Which makes Drew’s charity bike ride so important: the money he and his team raised will be going towards MS research and to provide valuable services to those suffering from the condition.
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On sexuality in the BNHA universe
This is the part where I go Full Nerd on you guys. (also where I finally admit to overthinking literally every fictional universe).
In case the title isn't obvious, a lot of this will be on the nsfw side, and there's also quite a lot of speculation.
Under a cut to protect the innocent.
So. One of the more common jokes about BNHA is that Bakugou Katsuki, the boy with the nitroglycerin sweat, is so very angry because he can't relieve tension the traditional way, through masturbating (in case things... explode).
It's an observation that doesn't take into account how emotionally stunted mister Explodo Kills is (causing part of his aggression), but at the same time, it makes a lot of sense. It's basically a riff on one of the consequences of having a quirk that turns your sweat explosive.
So obviously I'm going to take that joke and turn it into an overanalysis of a fictional world.
The ideal form is still fairly classic
In the BnHA universe, heroes have pretty much taken the place of our models, actors and musicians. They're superstars and role models. As such, they help shape the world view of society.
Now, the first female hero we see in BnHA, is Mount Lady.
She's a conventionally attractive woman in a skin tight suit who is introduced to us butt-first, in a move that is a direct callback to American superhero comics (and the kind of poses that the Hawkeye Initiative spoofs).
Over the course of several appearances, Mount Lady uses her looks and wiles to get free shit, be it food or (presumably) lucrative marketing contracts for shampoo commercials.
The idea here, then, is that Mount Lady is a bit of a sex symbol, and that she is aware of her sex appeal, using it to her advantage.
You see this with other female heroes (who, I realize, have been designed for a typical Shonen Jump audience). There’s Midnight, who definitely uses her sexuality in her heroing, but there’s also Bubble Girl's underboob and the Dragon Hero's old school qipao dress. These heroes exude and adhere to a certain traditional feminine form. To put it bluntly: they're hot.
At the same time, a lot of the men do the same thing. Several of the main heroes, not the least of which being All Might, are of the buff, bara variety. Big muscular men with necks and biceps wider than their heads. Endeavour is like that, as is the Blood King and Deathgoro.
These heroes very much embody an ideal that is close to comic books, and also close to that of most societies today, where ideal women are lean, with big boobs and butts, and ideal men are buff.
These are the traditional sex symbols that people like Mineta are obsessed with.
And then things get complicated
But this is also a universe where people like Tokoyami exist. A large amount of heroes and future heroes have some kind of animal head. Several of these, too, are role models.
There's Centipeder, Orka and the snake headed Habuko Mongoose. And that's not even getting into more exotic ones, like Cementoss, Thirteen or Kurogiri (the villain's smokey bartender).
In other words: this is a universe in which it is very obvious that the classic ideal human form is not attainable for everyone.
Going further, this is also a universe where traditional human sexuality will not work for everyone.
Tokoyami, awesome as he is, can not kiss (he can, and should, be kissed, and often, but that's beside the point here). Cementoss appears to have hands that are blocky and cement-like, making them far from ideal for sensual massages. Kurogiri... Does Kurogiri even have a body beside that metal ring thing? How would that bastard reproduce?
This means that with the onset of quirks, sexuality in the BnHA society would have gotten progressively more complex. It's one thing to fuck a glowing person with horns, it's another altogether to try and make babies with someone that's made of slime.
This is a personal headcanon, but I do feel that such an evolution would make society much more accepting (right after the part where they try to burn all the people with quirks at the stake). Like, the first kid with horns or bat wings at school probably had a Really Difficult time, but a generation later, this sort of thing would be normal.
Bluntly put: it's hard to shame someone for a furry kink, if they're literally married to a hero called Hound Dog. Incidentally, I assume this would also mean LGBT+ people would have an easier time being accepted. The hero team Pussycats has a canon trans member, for instance. And like all pro heroes, he probably functions as a role model.
In a world where some people can disintegrate others by touch, sexuality and gender identity are literally just another trait by which to find your own identity. Being judged for it seems stupid, especially if you consider the inherent dangers posed by these new genetic mutations.
Let's enter TMI land
So back to the Bakugou joke. If you think about it, this is a legitimate issue. Several people's quirks are dangerous when not completely controlled.
Kirishima famously got his facial scar when he was three and rubbed his eye, at the same time that his quirk first manifested. Now imagine the dangers of being a hormonal teen with an acid quirk (Mina) or, well, nitroglycerin sweat (Bakugou) and trying to navigate your budding sexuality.
There is, currently, in our real world, a rare condition called 'sperm allergy'.
For a heterosexual woman, it means having sex can be itchy,painful and altogether unpleasant.
Now extrapolate that to a world with quirks. Bakugou's mother has glycerin sweat. Glycerin allergy is a thing that exists.
What if you're allergic to the down in Tokoyami's feathers? What about sensitivity to cats? Shellfish allergy?
What if, through some extremely unfortunate chain of events, you're an ice woman forced to have sex with a man that is literally on fire (and is also just... one of the worst human beings alive).
If you think a little bit too hard about it, finding a suitable partner in the BnHA world is an extremely complex concept. Finding someone that is sexually compatible is already hard work in our world, but it becomes exponentially more difficult if you have to factor in things like frog tongues.
It really wouldn't surprise me if there were some very specialised dating sites in this universe.
Oh the TMI gets so much worse
If I've learned anything from my exploits on the web, it's that the sex industry is one of the more... creative industries. And in a world where finding a partner is, for some people, a dangerous and complicated quest, you bet your ass that the sex industry is thriving.
Also? Super specialised.
I don't doubt for a second that this universe has certain professionals who chose that career specifically because of the quirk they have.
Just off the top of my head: Enlarging body parts? Check. Hardening quirk? Check. Resistance to poison/fire/acid/whatever? Double check cause they're the exact clients who can't go elsewhere.
It probably goes even further when you include certain kinks. Furries (again) come to mind.
And, I mean, anyone familiar with anime is probably already aware of the... possibilities of something like Suneater's tentacles (you hear that rushing sound? That's the sound of furious fingers writing Tamaki centered fanfic).
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LawBreakers, Boss Key Productions’ First Game, is Coming to PS4 This Year
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Alright, let’s be honest. 10 years ago, who the hell thought I’d be here? Well, here I am writing a guest column on the PlayStation Blog.
So yep – I’m back on console, and it’s pretty awesome TBH. PS4 is a new audience for my studio and me (although many people who work with me have shipped PlayStation exclusive titles before). Fun fact: my COO and colleague Arjan Brussee helped found Guerrilla Games. We also made the original Jazz Jackrabbit together, like a bazillion years ago. Small industry. Don’t be a jerk.
We worked out this little writing arrangement with Sony so I could do a proper introduction to all of you and share information about LawBreakers. I feel like it’s something I should do.
Soooooo…
Hi.
I don’t want this to be some lame marketing garble. I’m going to be honest about where I’ve been, what we’ve been doing and where we all are going.
So where have I been?
KINDA SORT-OF LAWBREAKERS ELEVATOR PITCH:
During my “retirement”, honestly, I was bored as hell. My waifu and I were ready to strangle each other. I was getting fat. Ultimately, I couldn’t ignore the creative need to make something new. During this time, I was inspired by a childhood dream about gravity being disrupted in a BIG way. I also took a Zero G flight once. That was pretty crazy. So, LawBreakers is the culmination of my dreams as a kid, my career in this industry and my lifelong passion for games. So there we have the inception (HORN SOUND) of LawBreakers. A new futuristic world where the Moon mysteriously exploded, an event known as The Shattering, that devastated Earth. Afterward society recovered, using new gravity anomalies to rebuild and advance.
The setting is the perfect backdrop for a super fast, omni-directional team-based FPS where we challenge players to get the hell off the ground. The floor is lava, bruh. It’s the skill-based competitive shooter made by shooter fans for shooter players that my team and I have always wanted to play. It honors the old and embraces the new. Old being the feeling of soaring through the air at mach-speed and rocket-jumping and such. The new as offering a variety of characters each with different movement abilities, multiple weapons, combos and more.
For example:
Our “healer” in LawBreakers can be an offensive powerhouse. In the hands of a skilled player, this role can simultaneously heal two teammates at once, all while lobbing grenades from high above like some flying human artillery cannon. Stuff like that is what LawBreakers is all about. Also we’ve added a few new things too, like being able to blind-fire behind you with any ranged weapon. Yep.
So, about where we’ve been: We’ve actually been working on LawBreakers since 2014 after founding my new development studio, Boss Key Productions, with Arjan, and let me tell you, creating a studio and a game from scratch is tough AF. Back then it was PC only and free-to-play. Yes, I can officially say we “course-corrected” (to use awful corporate speak) to pivot away from things like F2P. Why? Because we’ve been listening to community along the way and are trying to do what’s best for players, and in turn, best for the game. Funny how those two things work together, right? Our publisher Nexon has supported us along the way, working with us to do what’s right for gamers, and we respect that. Besides, they got tired of making kart-racing games.
After a few twists and turns last year after our initial Alpha, the game really got in front of a lot of players. There was no NDA so people could post footage, and we found that there was a lot of interest from console players for this very fast, competitive multiplayer game. To be honest my Twitter feed was one part “Bring LawBreakers to console!” or “Fix Gears!” (hah) So, we made something spectacularly vertical. Something heavily skill-based and super competitive, with our twist on game modes that haven’t been done before. We were making the game we wanted to play, and it seemed to resonate. When deciding which platform to bring the game to these players, it was a hard choice. I’ll leave it at that. The choice, obviously, was PS4.
Ok – here’s where we all are going. LawBreakers is coming out this year on PS4 as a digital-only title. Discs are like voicemail, so ten years ago. It’s important to know that something that’s important for the studio and me is to create a game with no season passes and no “pay-to-win” mechanics at a price that is what we feel is fair to players. It will be $29.99. We don’t want to fragment our playbase with silo’d season pass BS, nor do we want to pollute matchmaking with “pay-to-win” incentives. We want to create a game ecosystem that’s all about highly skilled players competing on even playing fields, and a landscape for average players to aspire to become better. More details on launch date soon. Right, PR?
So, in conclusion, I’m excited to ship this bad boy and get it into your grubby hands later this year. Remember to look up!
-B
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SOLACE~WORSHIP~RENEWAL
Welcome readers,
Stewards, today I'm professing my take on diversity & spirituality. American diversity in the 21st Century is a state of mind. For a successful future you have too be multi-faceted, multi-cultural & well-diverse. Heritage & tradition are very important too family history for most people; however, too maintain & coexist with an ever growing populous you have too conform too habitat & environment. If you cannot do that, migrate too where you want to be too surround yourselves with whom you choose. Just pack up & head out! There's no sense in lingering around a community that doesn't celebrate & revel your acclamation. Your peace of mind depends on that notion.
American culture is well-diverse all around the Nation. The States of our Country were shaped by the religious freedoms of migrating settlers. Did you know that? Religious acceptance formed the United States State Lines. (State Borders) Your beliefs define you. Be accepted no matter race & religion if you can. If you cannot, relocate. That's what pursuit of happiness is all about. When you accept difference in cultures, race & religions you're perhaps more likely too prosper in your pursuit of happiness, anywhere. That's too not segregate nor disavow your fellow neighbors but congenially be a cohabitant of your geographical location wherever that may be. Always be kind & respectful.
Strong family values; morals, standards & ethics, starts in the House of the Lord. Even without growing up with Parents, you'll be dignified respectably when acting appropriately in society. Those are principles of a spiritual well-being. Your local community leaders in the Church provide a bond that is different than your co-workers or vagabond friends. Pray & gospel among your people. In private walls of the holy or in the public eye if you have the means too do so & by all means do that. Doing such builds character, births brotherhood. You will be known for your social stature in the public eye for your views & beliefs. Again, if you're not happy in your pursuit of, simply transfer.
If you feel like you're not worthy, misunderstood, or delinquent; you have options. You can become a Leader. Dignity is waiting for you. We are all born with it but the propriety & respect will be a sense of acclamation & accomplishment given by your peers & even elders. When you realize that this Nation works for you, ask what you can do in return. Our representatives are whom we elect too represent our needs & wants. Sometimes that means leaving old friends behind & moving on. It's cool to be popular but it's even more cool being a proud Man of success by your own device & honest toil. No Man can steal your human will nor your dignity. They can try. If you have faith, never.
There are four options in life; higher education, get a job by joining the workforce, enlist & serve in the military or end up in jail, prison or dead. You cannot wait for life. You have too conquer your fears everyday & do what you never thought you once couldn't. If you're already living your dream, you lucked out with your hard work. It's difficult too wedge your foot in the door these days. Same with house wives. You lucked out! Men; however, have to take life by the horns, struggle & hustle. I know a lot of you Women out there do too. Single Moms are awesome if they are toiling for the children's provisions. I admire a happy Mom. There's nothing more beautiful than a happy Woman.
You're responsible for your actions. Everything you do & say could have repercussion to everyone following you so be accountable. In your obligation; someone, somewhere is always watching & listening. Not too sound paranoid but it's the truth. Your public records on social media could be a deciding factor for the betterment of your future & all of the you endorse or provide. Teaching things not regularly taught or lessons learned not often thought, is important. I have young people on here that I'm responsible for including my own children. My people that I'm aware of are world class citizenry. We're law abiding model citizens for the betterment of us all. We hearken daily.
Young Peeps, you have a future. You decide what you want to do. You have to make changes, not wait for disciplinary actions & detention too teach you the hard way. Peer pressure in the 21st Century is rampant. Most people on television & radio are talented people; however, there's talented people all over the world that isn't & can do the same thing just as good or can they do it better in today's Social Media environment. You need too know this so ponder about it. Today's Social Networks provide that sense of acclamation, feeling of success & accomplishment. Hopefully financially as well, like most of us strive for. As long as you're happy & it's the right thing too do.
Anywhere you can find solace, worship & renewal, is the House of the Lord or House of the Holy. You don't have too be at Church, Cathedral or Synagogue too pray or too feel holy. It's all in your mindset, so keep a good head on your shoulders & profess your convictions when you feel that spirituality. Share among friends. Young people, if you're new to the Holy Text (The Holy Bible), start with Song of Solomon. Read it with your Girlfriends & Wives or vice versa Ladies. It's the best book that teaches about the birds & bees. It's even romantic. That's an easy lesson. Do not let peer pressure or a wrong group of friends ruin your life. You can lead them or leave them. Be wise!
"If your Word is all you have, read the New Testament." ~ TDB
Thanks for your invaluable time today. God Bless you,
Troy David 'Maestro' Beadles
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People Are Admiring The Man Known As The ‘Blinking White Guy’ Over Using His Fame To Raise Money For Charity
Even people who’ve been living under a rock and barely go on the internet have most likely seen the ‘blinking white guy’ meme: the legendary GIF of a man showing surprise, confusion, and often a combination of both.
As it turns out, the man whose face is used in the meme, Drew Scanlon, is a pretty damn awesome dude with a heart of gold, can-do attitude, and a burning desire to help others. He used his fame to give attention to and secure funding for a good cause by asking people to support his bike fundraiser for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.
More info: Bike MS | Twitter | Instagram
Drew Scanlon, the man from the ‘blinking white guy’ meme, asked people to support the National Multiple Sclerosis Society
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33-year-old Drew’s fundraiser bike ride took place between September 21 and 22 in California. He raised 34,611 dollars and 65 cents for the fight against MS after riding 120 miles (193 kilometers) from San Francisco to Wine Country. His 10-person team, The Big El West, came in 7th out of 134 teams that participated in the two-day bike ride.
Drew is best known for being the face of this meme
If you’ve ever been on the internet, chances are you’ve seen this meme
“I’m not usually one to toot my own meme horn but in this case I’ll make an exception. You see, two close friends of mine and members of their families suffer from MS, a debilitating disease of the central nervous system that interrupts communication between the brain and the body,” Drew wrote on his fundraising page.
Drew’s bike fundraiser for MS took place on September 21 and 22 in California
Drew also added: “If a fraction of those who have seen my goofy face donated to MS research, I have a feeling we could kick this thing in no time!” Now that’s a way to use fame for the greater good. With that kind of outlook on life, Drew’s basically an everyday superhero.
He rode 120 miles (193 kilometers) by bike, all the way from San Francisco to Wine Country
Here’s the moment when the ‘blinking white guy’ meme was born
The Multiple Sclerosis Trust explains what exactly the name of the condition means: “’Sclerosis’ means scarring or hardening of tiny patches of tissue. ‘Multiple’ is added because this happens at more than one place in the brain and/or spinal cord.”
According to the trust, MS is a lifelong (but not terminal) condition. It’s also the most common central nervous system condition that affects young adults.
MS isn’t contagious or infectious, and how it affects different people is unique: no two people will have the exact same range and severity of symptoms. The condition is most common in those countries that are further away from the equator, and women are almost three times more likely to get it than men.
Though the condition can’t be cured (yet), it is treatable. Which makes Drew’s charity bike ride so important: the money he and his team raised will be going towards MS research and to provide valuable services to those suffering from the condition.
The National MS Society was very thankful to Drew
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People were impressed by the guy’s generosity
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‘Blinking White Guy’ Asks People To Support His Biking Fundraiser To Fight Multiple Sclerosis
Even people who’ve been living under a rock and barely go on the internet have most likely seen the ‘blinking white guy’ meme: the legendary GIF of a man showing surprise, confusion, and often a combination of both.
As it turns out, the man whose face is used in the meme, Drew Scanlon, is a pretty damn awesome dude with a heart of gold, can-do attitude, and a burning desire to help others. He used his fame to give attention to and secure funding for a good cause by asking people to support his bike fundraiser for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.
More info: Bike MS | Twitter | Instagram
Drew Scanlon, the man from the ‘blinking white guy’ meme, asked people to support the National Multiple Sclerosis Society
Image credits: drewscanlon
33-year-old Drew’s fundraiser bike ride took place between September 21 and 22 in California. He raised 34,611 dollars and 65 cents for the fight against MS after riding 120 miles (193 kilometers) from San Francisco to Wine Country. His 10-person team, The Big El West, came in 7th out of 134 teams that participated in the two-day bike ride.
Drew is best known for being the face of this meme
If you’ve ever been on the internet, chances are you’ve seen this meme
“I’m not usually one to toot my own meme horn but in this case I’ll make an exception. You see, two close friends of mine and members of their families suffer from MS, a debilitating disease of the central nervous system that interrupts communication between the brain and the body,” Drew wrote on his fundraising page.
Drew’s bike fundraiser for MS took place on September 21 and 22 in California
Drew also added: “If a fraction of those who have seen my goofy face donated to MS research, I have a feeling we could kick this thing in no time!” Now that’s a way to use fame for the greater good. With that kind of outlook on life, Drew’s basically an everyday superhero.
He rode 120 miles (193 kilometers) by bike, all the way from San Francisco to Wine Country
Here’s the moment when the ‘blinking white guy’ meme was born
The Multiple Sclerosis Trust explains what exactly the name of the condition means: “’Sclerosis’ means scarring or hardening of tiny patches of tissue. ‘Multiple’ is added because this happens at more than one place in the brain and/or spinal cord.”
According to the trust, MS is a lifelong (but not terminal) condition. It’s also the most common central nervous system condition that affects young adults.
MS isn’t contagious or infectious, and how it affects different people is unique: no two people will have the exact same range and severity of symptoms. The condition is most common in those countries that are further away from the equator, and women are almost three times more likely to get it than men.
Though the condition can’t be cured (yet), it is treatable. Which makes Drew’s charity bike ride so important: the money he and his team raised will be going towards MS research and to provide valuable services to those suffering from the condition.
The National MS Society was very thankful to Drew
Image credits: mssociety
People were impressed by the guy’s generosity
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Image credits: RoAnnaSylver
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Image credits: AppNasty
Image credits: GWPattie
Image credits: deniselynne1966
Image credits: justagamersheff
Image credits: NumbZombieMom
Image credits: LaStarTrek
Image credits: _mishapizza
Others responded by posting the meme
Image credits: AlbertoSauce
Image credits: eskbl
Image credits: mazzeo_dg
Drew was over the moon. People ended up donating more than 34,600 dollars to the cause
Image credits: drewscanlon
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