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danyvhell-writes · 10 months

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Hi hi hi !! Idk if ur TS headcanons asks are still open (I am, so so sorry if not) but if they are I was wondering if you could do some Pirate Ais Au? >:3 I saw that idea in one of ur other posts and i think the idea is just MUAH MUAH

It could just be general Ais headcanons or X Mc :0 anything with him just being a pirate because bro I just love pirates so much 😭 they are SO COOL and Ais as a pirate captain is just ??? Even better ???

Anyway, I hope you have the best rlly good day 🫶

Pirate Ais AU 🏴‍☠️ Touchstarved

GN reader - no warnings | Yes my asks are still open !!! So happy you liked my idea :') OMG OMG OMG WHERE DO I EVEN START ?!!!!? The brainrot is real and fueling eachother with ideas like that is making it even better (or worse u choose uefgzifguz). As a kid who was obsessed with pirates and a current One Piece fan, your ask is exactly what I needed, thank you so much ♥ This AU is more joyful than what's seen of his canon life so yeah, hope you'll like it ! Okay, ready to sail ? Let's go !

• First : the ✨fashion✨. Ais could be at sea for weeks but would still make sure to look good, real good. I mean look at him ! He even has a pretty hat he wears on special occasions ✧.

• In this AU, Ais has his crew but is still affiliated to Ocudeus. Instead of being the spirit of the Seaspring, Ocudeus is literally the incarnation of the sea depths, a whole big Kraken ! Its energy, force and magic are linked to the abyss.

↑ Ais powers manifest differently here. Instead of seeing through the eyes of others, Ocudeus gave him some sort of marine omniscience. He can use the kraken's senses to a certain limit, a real advantage for navigation. Bro can literally listen through the sea itself if he wills enough :') He must have seen a lot...

• Ocudeus isn't the only spirit of his kind but is genuinely intrigued by mortals. It's not his first time forming a pact with 'lower beings' but Ais is actually one of his favourite holders/vessels so far lmaoezoihf. He kinda cares about the pirate, who's the closest thing he has to a friend.

• His ship is his second home, he takes absolute care of it. If his whole crew has to stay up all night to tidy & wash everything from top to bottom, they will ! And of course, the ship has a japanese name ! Ais named it "Hayai" [速] cause she's the fastest boat you'll ever see (his words not mine). First time you hear him talk about her you're like "...Wait who's Hayai ?" "This big girl over here >:)" and he shows you his amazing ship with a proud smile, which you really weren't expecting !

• Loves, loves, loves to travel ! Any new destination in his adventures is a reason to explore more, search for information and mysteries. He's just so curious about everything :')

• He picks up expressions, phrases and languages from his previous trips ! If he can remember as much as possible, he'll note everything in his log.

→ After every daily island/town tour, he makes sure to write a little about what happened so far. How much they traveled, how much they visited, how much they learned from passengers and citizens.

• Ais originally comes from a village on a small island, lots of yokais live in there as a community.

• He moves a lot but always comes back to his hometown when he can ! He's someone who gets attached and I just know he'd never abandon his little village.

• As a captain, his main role is to make sure everyone's fine. He checks up on his mates whenever he feels something might be wrong. He's got a sort of sixth sense for that... wonder how he got it hm 👀

→ Being the big softie he is, he actually really likes sleeping in the same room as his whole crew instead of his own cabin, he knows they're safe with him so he feels way less stressed. (Would 100% read bedtime stories to the youngest members.)

• His goal isn't even to find treasures or anything, he simply enjoys the freedom of being a pirate, the message behind it and especially the sailor fights !

• Knows how to sword fight and is pretty talented at it ! If you want to learn one or two tricks, he'll teach you >:)

• That man already had the smell of blood, smoke and metal well... in this AU it's even worse ! His smell is so distinctive and strong, anyone could recognize it from miles away.

• Our boy enjoys a good drink, we know that. Almost every night all his gang gather around and share some booze together in a comforting atmosphere, around a small fire. They enjoy the night together while chatting, playing games and much more !

→ Of course they also share tea in daytime when they're not busy navigating or whatsoever.

• Could also fit in general hcs but, his tattoos move or/and glow at specific moments. Sometimes it's like he's bioluminescent, when he goes in water at night, completely in the dark, his skin starts to glow under the moonlight. First time it happened he was so confused zegbkzuhf.

• After his pact with Ocudeus, he started to feel even more at peace when closer to the ocean. If he stays away from shores or marine areas for too long, little oni starts feeling homesick.

• He really appreciates collecting small objects from his travels. His room is full of souvenirs, strange artefacts found in the sand, small treasures, sea shells, cards from around the lands, old books in foreign languages, cultural jewelries offered by locals etc...

• Never really sets up a specific destination, except if he needs to. He loves the adrenaline of finding new places by complete hazard.

• Ais being a pirate who doesn't like seafood, the most accessible food at seas, is well... ironic.

• The sound of seagull chants and waves soothes him. He usually falls asleep on the deck, sunshine on his skin with the sea rocking him gently.

• First time you come to see him, it's one of his crewmate that tells you about him but you don't even know he's a captain ! You see him for the first time and you're just "Helloooo sailor ! How can I join your pirate gang handsome?"🥴

• Every single member is attractive. That's it. It's not the biggest crew really (around 20 people) but the diversity is here. Young ones, old ones, skinny ones, fat ones, pale skin, dark skin, humans, monsters, all the types really. And yes, some tried to woo you (how could they not, MC is 10/10).

• Kids on the ship view you as the cool unty (is that the gn term ?). Ais thinks it's cute except when you start spending more time with them when he originally invited you over…

• And yes, Princess & all his other soulless are here !!! Now they're more some sorta semi marine creatures. They really like to swim and it's the cutest thing :') Like, Ais and his pets swimming in the sea while some are playing in the sand ??? Too cute for me I-

• Talking about our favourite girl, she's the mascot of the crew ! Everyone is so in love with her, she's everyone's precious lil baby (even tho she can and will bite). They'll sometimes try to dress her up to fit their aesthetic and surprisingly she doesn't seem to mind. Also, the sounds she makes are…a mystery !

• Okay but just picture it : Ais hair flowing into the wind while he's watching the horizon, hues of the sea reflecting on his skin looking so peaceful.

• Thinking about his jolly roger, it would be a oni skull surrounded by red eyes with two teal sabers behind (I did a lil sketch hehe) :

• His favourite thing to find are old maps ! Especially if they lead to ancient locations with unchanged names. He has a lot of them and it also might be why he gets into a lot of fights (maps are a treasure themselves so of course people are gonna take risks).

• Even if he's young, he has a big reputation among other pirates. Rule number one : Don't mess with him or his crew. Number two : If you want information there's always a price to pay ! He's nice and generous but hey you know : don't except mercy.

→ Known for his loyalty tho ! If you show that you're worthy of his trust, he'll be your best ally for the rest of your life. He's intimidating but full of qualities.

#touchstarved game #ais #touchstarved ais #touchstarved #ais headcanons #ais x reader #kinda #gn reader #red spring studios #headcanons #touchstarved headcanons #pirate ais au #touchstarved au #answered asks #alternate universe #my aus

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pancake-breakfast · 10 months

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I still have Thoughts on Volume 2, but I think it's time to start Volume 3. Maybe the Volume 2 thoughts will sort themselves out better in the meantime.

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6

TriMax Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 3, Chapters 1-3 below.

TriMax Volume 3 Covers

Eyyyy! It's blonde Milly!

I kinda miss Meryl's long hair....

His life as a what?!?!

Whyyyy is Vash getting punched on the alternative version of the cover?? Hasn't this boy been through enough pain???

LOL, Milly eating the food from Meryl's chopsticks.

I just wanna point out that the kanji all over the alternate front cover just says "meat" over and over again. Sasha Braus would be proud.

Nooooo, send the puppet guy awaaaaaaay! No more puppet guy! *cries*

Yes, the puppet guy bothers me more than the otherworldly horror on the bottom of the back cover. And more than Legato, who is arguably also a puppet guy.

I'm a lot less sure about all the untranslated Japanese on the alternate back cover, but it looks like Wolfwood is saying something about meat, and the text bubble on the bottom left just says, "Meeeeeeeaaaaaat."

LOL, tiny poorly drawn penis on the giant monster-guy.

Chapter 1: Reservoir Dogs

Awww, look at everyone being deceptively happy! Even Kuroneko's making an appearance! (Also, yes, this is Wolfwood's happy face.)

I love how calm Vash looks here despite everything. Wolfwood, on the other hand, seems to have some different thoughts. But... he's actually onto something. That level of calmness despite everything is and should be terrifying. (I colored it because Vash is so pretty.) (Also, I legit forgot the smudge on his face was blood until I started coloring this.)

Pretty sure this guy is giving Wolfwood major tit window envy.

Heh, the real reason Wolfwood is swearing is because everything Vash has told him is messing with his head. What would normally be a point-and-shoot choice for him has suddenly become complicated with Thoughts.

Not sure what happened here. Something exploded... and... Wolfwood threw up??

Well, that cleared some stuff up for WW. Though I get the idea this guy can eat a LOT of lead before it gives him an upset tummy.

LOL, "Takin' out his hands is like disarmin' him." I'm not sure if the pun works in Japanese, but it's funny in English.

No no no no no! Put Puppetman BACK WHERE HE CAME FROM!!!

I don't even mind his horrible body-moosh-horror abomination as much as I mind Puppetman himself. (I know he's "Puppet Master," but he doesn't deserve enough of my respect for that.)

Is... the abomination trying to do a video game cheat code on Vash?

Shoot all the things, Vash! I dunno what you're shooting, but as long as you do, that's what matters!

Cool guy pose.

Awww, sad Vash. When this battle is over, someone needs to give him the biggest of hugs. He's earned it. He needs it.

WTF, bat wings??? From where?!

Oooh, creepy comparison shot of Vash plus Knives. I approve.

Dude. Now the creepy guy is digging trenches in his own face with his own hand. While wearing gloves. What the hell. Please get rid of him.

Untainted material?! Make him your puppet?!? Where's Wolfwood with his murder-cross? I need some murder to happen here.

Oh, he's in a hole.

"Yer name might remain, even long after ya die... but yer ideals join ya in the grave." I love this line. It reminds me of a favorite of mine from Mass Effect's Samara: "Only your actions will be remembered. May you choose them well."

I like how, all throughout this scene, Wolfwood's got the Punisher on a little leash like it's a boogie board or something.

Holy crap, the girls are here, too??? This is not a safe place for the girls. Or for anyone, really. But particularly people without some sort of superhuman something going for them.

Saved, by terrified toma causing delays!

Chapter 2: Cement

Legato, you freaking dork. Glad you're enjoying being carried everywhere in your weird coffin-iron maiden thing.

Heheheheheheh. Wolfwood the traitor. <3 you, Wolfie....

LOL, Wolfwood's absolute casualness at this accusation is beautiful.

Dude. Ninelives needs some dental work pronto.

For as much as he resents certain aspects of his life, Wolfwood really seems to revel in certain kinds of carnage. He's nothing but focus and falling bullets in this fight.

One must wonder, does the Punisher ever run out of ammo? Does Wolfwood even know that machine guns are best used in short bursts, or is he just that good at "pray and spray"?

Ninelives clearly ate ALL his vegetables as a kid. WW's looking a bit worried.

RIP Wolfwood's ribcage.

And the Punisher is so far away, too....

Ha! Pocket Pistol!

I just wanna say that despite this guy having a cat-like name, Ninelives is a disgrace to cats everywhere. He's nothing like a cat and that's not a compliment.

You know... using a big-ass industrial factory-type door to keep out the giant murder monster is a pretty good plan at this moment.

LOL, Wolfwood, you cheeky bastard.

I dunno if taunting Ninelives is a great plan, even if he's missing an arm. Congrats on finishing your disarming procedure, though, Wolfie!

Or is he the dumbass who dove right in and is now torn apart in this place...?

I don't have any idea why this chapter is called Cement. Like, usually I can make some sort of connection, but this one is lost on me.

Chapter 3: No Escape

Wait wait wait. Did that disembodied arm just CRAWL ACROSS THE ROOM AND OPEN THE DOOR?!?! Gods, someone kill it with fire, please.

This is just... so Wolfwood. You do you, my lovely foul-mouthed murder-friend.

I feel like Vash heard all that and is mad because Wolfwood is trying to kill someone again.

Gods, why did Nightow have to make Vash SO PRETTY in this arc??

Ew, Ninelives is gross. He's just gross. Puppetman is creepy. Ninelives is gross.

He's called Ninelives. Maybe you just have to kill him nine times....

Uhhhh... Ninelives has EYES in his belly?? PEOPLE IN HIS BELLY?!?! LIVING BELLY PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

For some reason, Wolfwood cocking the Punisher here amuses me. (The sound effect is "ga-kin".)

Scenes like this make me kinda glad this isn't in color. Then again, I got through Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, and Hellsing Ultimate despite all the guts and stuff, so *shrug*.

SO. MANY. GOOD. VASH PANELS. Ugh, I just want to pour them on pancakes and eat them all up.

Ugh, Vash knows as soon as he sees them. He has no choice but to know. The situation means there's no way it could be any different. But part of him would still hesitate.

Also, the baby pulling a gun is REALLY darkly hilarious.

This whole business is really mucking with Vash's instincts, and Puppetman knows it. Can we please throw Puppetman into Mount Doom now???

Wait, who's Emilio??

Ugh, I have to call it here for the night. I just want to get past this. I want Vash to get past this.

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 3 #pancake thoughts

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emotionallyattachednerd · 4 months

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IDEAS AND PROMPTS

Imposter | TP Wheeljack/Makeshift x f!robot reader

Hi can you write Tarn x female cybertronian reader (smut) thanks if you do

yandere

yandere (plural yanderes) (chiefly Japanese fiction) A character, usually a girl, who has an obsessive and possessive side in regards to their crush, ready to use violent and murderous means to maintain an exclusive bond.

Reader's sparkling is taken by their sire, Starscream, and with no other choice she goes back to the life she was trying to get away from.

⬇️ Writing Own Work Queue ⬇️

Play Nice | Cyberverse Dead End x f!robot reader

Storm's Heat Part 2 | IDW Drift/Deadlock x f!robot reader

Shattered Mirror | IDW x SG | NSFW 18+

Prompts

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Sixteen Sinful Sentences

"Oh, is that how you like it?"

"You are such a tease!"

"No touching right now. That comes later."

"Think you can handle that?"

"You're so very tempting..."

"How do you like that?"

"I don't think you've had enough already."

"Someone should punish you for that."

"You can be a bit rougher if you want."

"I want you to be louder, my love."

"Please, mark me."

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to make you mine."

"Yes, please keep doing that."

"The night's definitely not over yet."

"I believe I could make you do it."

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

“I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, but we have to get this out.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”

“Just keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing great.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”

“Show me where it hurts.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

“You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

“Take all the time you need.”

“If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

“You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.”

“Don’t let your fears dictate your life.”

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

Pairings from lonetile

IDW!Kaon

IDW!Ultar Mgsuna aka Minimus Ambus

G1!Skywarp and G1!Thundercracker

IDW!Megatron

IDW!Swerve

TFP!Predaking

Something Reckless Part 2 ❙ ES Breakdown x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Earthspark Breakdown X f!human reader . Something Recless Part 2 Breakdown is struggling through PTSD and reader wants to help.

TFP - Shockwave x f!robot reader - Non-con

TFP - synth!Ratchet x reader

TFP - Megatron x f!robot reader - Dub-con

TFP - Knock Out x Breakdown x f!robot reader - Dub-con

TFP - Wheeljack X f!human reader Strip Tease - Inspiration

IDW - Decepticon Deadlock x f!human reader - Dub-con Reader is Deadlock's pet. She's safe with him and he's protective over her. She knows it wrong to feel this attached to him but she can't help herself. He likes to play with her, at first she tries to resist it, but eventually lets him, because she can't resist his touches or the pleasure he gives her. Also it keeps him happy, and it's always better when he's happy.

IDW - Tarn x f!robot reader - Non-con Reader offers herself to save a good friend of hers who was on their list. Tarn accepts. Instead of punishment though, she's kept as his personal pleasure bot.

IDW - Misfire x f!robot x Fulcrum

IDW - Kup x f!robot

IDW - Skywarp x f!human reader - Non-con Baced on the 2023 comic of Skywarp chasing a human.

G1 - Seekers x f!robot reader prisoner - Non-con

G1 Soundwave X f!robot reader

G1 Starscream X f!human reader - Non-con

EARTHSPARK

Sorry Brother ❙ NSFW ❙ Breakdown x F/reader x Past Bumblebee

Bumblebee and reader use to date, but he left her to keep her safe from Ghost, but she didn’t know this and is hurt. Breakdown looks out for her, being her best friend that turns into something more. After the mandroid events Bumblebee explains and apoligizes to reader, which she accepts and wants to be friends, but Bumeblebee still loves her. One day he goes to see her, only to walk in on her and Breakdown interfacing. Only Breakdown saw and Bumblee left in a hurry. Afterwards Breakdown finds him and explains. They argue, but they’re still brothers, right? Bumblebee is hurt, but he doesn’t blame Breakdown, he blames himself for screwing up. He tells him to take care of reader, no matter what, and if he veer hurt her he’ll come after him, in which Breakdown responces with sorry brother, we good? Yeah, we’re good.

Reunion ❙ NSFW ❙ Swindle x f!robot reader x Hardtop

Word count:

Warnings: Threesome, smut, valueplug and oral. NSFW 18+

Notes: This came through an anon ask, however silly me deleted that ask. This was something completely different but I rathered enjoyed it. So anon, hope you like and thanks for sending in your ask.

When the humans managed to track you down and capture you, you never thought such small organics could overpower you, yet they did. Being in hiding on a planet you were stuck on wasn’t really much

“Now, sweet spark, how about you come snuggle with us now?” Swindle sugested, patting the free space between him and Hardtop.

You’ve missed your favourite mechs so much. Crawling over, you settle yourself between them, allowing their servos to still roam across your sensitive frame while you let out a delightful purr.

“I’m a pretty lucky femme.” You say through a gentle voice.

“And we’re two pretty lucky mechs.” Hardtop added.

Indeed, very lucky.

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Requests These are free, however are not a priority, and only written for fun and in my own time. Each request can be 1K+ words, depending on my motivation.

Coffee tips are welcome ☕

Commissions If you wish for something with your own OC, perhaps this is an option to consider. At a price I'll provide you with a well written story. However, I'll be selective, as I won't force myself to write something I don't feel comfortable with, and I have the right ot decline if I choose. We can discuss more through dm's, and I'll keep a connected communication with you. I do have a life so the time it'll take me to work on paid projects.

5k+ Words = $20 - 1+ Week/s 10k+ Words = $40 - 2+ Week/s 20K+ Words = $60 - 1+ Month/s

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ugly-anastasia · 2 months

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f*cking perfect: a georgette playlist ( @perfectisgeorgette)

the lucky one by taylor swift

bardot by raffaella

be sweet by japanese breakfast

fit n full by samia

oh no! by marina

at least i'm pretty by henriette

pretty hurts by beyonce

pretty isn't pretty by olivia rodrigo

what was i made for? by billie eilish

f**kin perfect by p!nk

thoughts below the cut!

the lucky one by taylor swift

Another name goes up in lights Like diamonds in the sky

Georgette is at the top of her game, but she's also still really young, and I thought this song was a fun way to start the playlist because it's all about the life cycle of an it girl from when you first hit the scene to when you decide to retire from the public eye. Yeah, they'll tell her now she's the lucky one, but will she change her mind about that?

2. bardot by raffaella

Welcome to the show, I promise I'm enough Nothing's better than a pretty girl singin' songs about love Put me on a stage, bend your neck to look up A glorified queen is one you just can't touch

This song is about performing! I think it's perfect for Georgette's pageant queen background and her fear of people looking deeper and seeing beyond her perfection. I think the song also taps into this obsession with femininity and gender roles that was super widespread in the 50s but also continues to this day in certain circles— and in the mainstream culture tbh.

3. be sweet by japanese breakfast

Be sweet to me, baby I wanna believe in you, I wanna believe (be sweet)

A nod to Georgette's love life! Perfection is so important to her and I imagine she expects the same from anyone in her orbit. She really wants a partner who will live up to her expectations, but I can see her giving second chances if a person goes above and beyond to make it up to her.

4. fit n full by samia

Only getting hotter as I sweat I have never really been upset Just hollow and amazing All I want is to be like my dad All I want's to give you what I had I'm generous and vacant

This song never gets old for me lol. It's a satire about how beauty standards get repackaged as "wellness" and "fitness" and how it all just gets tied up in the same crazy expectations women have placed on them, especially in the public eye. And how impossible it is to be everything that everyone wants you to be, and the hollowness behind all of that. Which I think would speak to Georgette!

5. oh no! by marina

One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I'll fall apart Maybe it is all a test 'Cause I feel like I'm the worst So I always act like I'm the best

These songs are getting more into the dark side of "perfection" and how the expectations Georgette puts on herself could destroy her if she isn't careful. This entire album is pretty relevant tbh to any story about fame and glamor and the dark side of all of that, but I think this song in particular.

6. at least i'm pretty by henriette

And it's a clean cut Down the line It's a hard life when it's mine Drove around this whole city At least my mom thinks I'm pretty But you want nothing to do with me At least I'm pretty

Into the trio of songs that have the word "pretty" in the title! Yes I thought it would be funny to put them all next to each other. This song is about getting dumped and basically clinging to one thing to try to comfort yourself but deep down you know it isn't really what you need to hear. I think if Georgette ever had her heart broken this would be really fitting.

7. pretty hurts by beyonce

Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worst Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worst We try to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs a surgery

I looove this song. I think this song is really the playlist in a nutshell tbh so like what is there to say about it but I will try. I think it's fun to contrast the big anthemic sound of this song with the previous one, and it's also a bit of a preview to the last song on the playlist. I also love the spoken word at the beginning, and the references to pageants. What a banger.

8. pretty isn't pretty by olivia rodrigo

When pretty isn't pretty enough, what do you do? And everybody's keepin' it up, so you think it's you I could change up my body and change up my face I could try every lipstick in every shade But I'd always feel the same 'Cause pretty isn't pretty enough anyway

What I like about this song is that it's about beauty standards but it's also about putting all of your self esteem in some external thing is always going to let you down because if you don't like yourself, it will never be enough. Which I think is something we all struggle with, and I can see that maybe being relevant to Georgette who makes beauty and accomplishment such a priority!

9. what was i made for? by billie eilish

When did it end? All the enjoyment I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend It's not what he's made for What was I made for?

Jumping off of that last one, I think this song gets at the emptiness of making your goal perfection and then getting there and not feeling fulfilled. And maybe the other people in your life, who are only there because they represent something you thought was important, can't really understand it.

10. f**kin perfect by p!nk

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss No-Way-It's-All-Good It didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second guessing Underestimated, look, I'm still around

I mean who can say it better than miss glitter in the air herself. I think the "miss" parts of this section can also be kind of about the beauty pageant thing. I hope this is the message Georgette learns eventually! All you have to be perfect is who you are <3

#swyntask #georgette #playlist

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dancingbabya-notes · 1 year

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Don't want to be a burden

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I gotta remind myself that I don't have to post a final product, or something that everyone likes. Here is an Aizawa x prohero oc

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Adults make mistakes. While working in a certain field I got close to a particular co-worker. As a transfer intern from America, I wanted to keep a low profile. Everyone assumed that just because I was from America that I wanted to be in the spotlight.

Whiplash was not a spotlight kind of hero.

“Oh, hey Whiplash, are you doing alright?” Present mic is a close friend of mine and Eraser head.

“I’ve been feeling queasy, maybe I forgot to clean my fridge again,” I laugh anxiously.

I knew what was wrong. But I was going to wait for two more weeks before stopping. It’s hard to be a hero and have a child, and Eraser was doing such a good job I didn’t want to mess it up. So instead of telling him the real reason I reluctantly admitted that heroism wasn’t my calling, especially with the money and tailcoats chasers.

“Are you sure about leaving?” Eraser asks on my last day of patrol.

“Yeah, I gotta help my family back in America anyway,” I flick my vine whip and sigh. “Thank you for being my friend while I was here though.”

He frowns. “I guess you could call it that. Will you be okay over there?”

“Why do you think I have a full body suit, face mask, and I get my hair done. I’m practically unrecognizable in civilian form,” smirking I look at him with a sad smile. “I know I’m the one who decided to leave but try to keep in touch, alright?”

“I can only try.”

After returning to America I had everything set up. A place to live, and a job for after. You could take me out of heroism, but you can’t take the hero out of me. My twin bundles of joy are like heaven on earth. I got an email from Eraserhead just after they were born. Keep safe. And I did.

“Bea? You have kids, right?” My superior asks.

“Yes, I have twins why do you ask?”

“Would you be interested in going back to Japan?”

I blink. No one would recognize me so I should be fine. “Sure. Sounds great. My boys are due for a scene change.”

The twins are both boys. I felt like I had no right asking Eraser to pick a name for them and giving them Japanese names could be taken the wrong way. Luckily, I felt better giving them names from my family.

Dayo and Ejiro. Both my sons had black hair like their father and Dayo had his standoffish demeanor. Ejiro was more like me with his bubbly actions always clutching to his brother. They had combination quirks. My quirk is the ability to use plants as I please, so Dayo could look at a plant and make it grow using it as he saw fit. Ejiro could erase the plants that he would touch only if he activated them.

“Mom? You said our dad lives in Japan; you think you’ll run into him again?” Ejiro asks as we pack our things.

“No, your daddy doesn’t like to get a lot of attention. And I’m sure by now he’s got a different job,” I sigh.

During my time with Eraser, we never exchanged our civilian names. And I felt bad not even being able to give them that. But Dayo and Ejiro were more than okay with having the same last name as their mom. Free.

They were only four. Everything was supposed to be cleared away. It was for the most part. By proxy, I got a three-bedroom apartment. I wasn’t going to force the twins to share a room, they would probably be at each other’s throats. And considering the length of my work here it could be extended at any time.

They would be starting school in Japan. Luckily, they only really knew Japanese. I couldn’t get rid of the habit of speaking in Japanese at home. Once we were all moved in, I met my employer.

“Ah, so you’re the new employee. Our promotional manager,” the man states.

“Publicity, yes pleased to meet you,” I state with a bow.

“I didn’t expect a woman with your name Kirabo,”

“That’s my given name, I’d prefer if you used my surname: Free,” asserting this, I wait for a second.

“Alright.”

It was a bumpy start. A lot of people didn’t want to listen to me, but eventually, I was able to do my job. And my boys started school. I felt like I was riding on a roller coaster, but five years already went by.

Dayo and Ejiro were getting ready for middle school. I wasn’t going to pressure them they could pick where they wanted to go. But I got a call.

“Oh, hey Whip.”

I blink, it had been ten years since anyone referred to me that way. “Hello? Who may I ask is calling?”

“You don’t recognize me? I’ll be the best talk show host ever, it’s Mic.”

“Sorry for the skepticism, but it’s dangerous to even consider revealing that to you.”

“Slow down, I got in touch with your agency and they told me that you came back to Japan a few years ago. I wanted to see if you wanted to catch up a bit?” He laughs.

“Oh.” I look at the lights on in the rooms and shake my head. “I’m sorry Mic, I can’t leave my kids alone for too long.”

“YOU HAVE KIDS!?”

I retract the phone. “Yeah, I have twin boys. Sorry, I never told you.”

“No, it’s fine. But I never expected you to settle down and get married?”

“I didn’t though.”

“They how to do you have kids?”

“We’re both adults, do I need to give you the talk?”

“Wait, you didn’t leave Japan because someone hurt you right?”

“No,” looking down I sigh. “I left Japan because I didn’t know how to tell their father I was pregnant.”

“Really? Have you talked to the guy?”

“Yeah like once just after they were born.”

“That must have been rough on you.”

“Look, I don’t mind catching up with you or Eraser, just come by the apartment when you’re free. My boys are just trying to figure out what middle school they might want to go to,” I offer.

Giving him the address, I felt a bit better. They did drop by on a Saturday. I was thinking about what to buy for dinner and they were at the door.

“Hey, how’s it been?” Mic grins.

I smile. “Come in, also call me Bea. My given name often confuses others.”

Arms engulf me and I chuckle. “Nice to see you too.”

“Kayama,” she answers.

“Yamada,” mic grins.

“Aizawa,” Eraser nods.

I smile “I would change it to calling me by my surname, but I’m sure the boys will jump out of their rooms for something.”

Kayama smiles as she looks at me again. “You’ve changed so much.”

“They have taken my energy. But I still have people asking me if I’m in my twenties. I feel like they say it to be nice,” I laugh a bit.

“How come you never told me you had kids?” Aizawa looks at the picture I had on the wall.

“Didn’t think you’d be interested.”

Yamada groans. “How long has it been since we spent any time together.”

“Eleven years.” Kayama points out. “You got anything to drink?”

“I was just about to pick up some things for dinner if you three wanna stay that long?” I state.

“Sure, Nemuri and I can pick it up for you,” Yamada offers.

“I don’t want to put you out,” I frown looking at the agenda for today.

“What are you making?” Aizawa asks.

“Yakiniku, Dayo likes it. Tomorrow is Ejiro’s favorite though. I wanted to treat them since they’ve been studying so hard,” I explain.

“We can buy the stuff then,” Kayama smirks.

I hand her my wallet and thank them as they leave. Aizawa sits at the table with a coffee I clean the dishes a bit. Dayo walks out holding his travel-sized greenhouse.

“Mom, Fi isn’t looking alright. Can you check her for me?” He thrusts the container my way.

“Sure, let me dry off my hands.” I peek at the container and pout.

Focusing on the plant I didn’t notice that he grabbed his juice and sat on the other side of Aizawa.

“Hi.” I hear Dayo say.

“Learning how to grow plants from your mom?” Aizawa wasn’t a talker so this struck me as odd.

“Sort of. I’ve always been able to grow things if I stare long enough,” Dayo replies.

“Dayo, where did you go?” Ejiro calls as he runs out. “Oh, there you are.”

“They look so similar,” Aizawa comments.

“They’re twins.” I place the greenhouse back. “I don’t think the chocolate vine is taking very well. I’ll see if I can find a space for us to grow our plants.”

Ejiro runs toward me. Grabbing my shirt, I raise a brow.

“Did you two know that your mom used to be a hero?”

Ejiro nods. “Mom said that she met our dad while she was a hero.”

Dayo pouts. “She also said that she stopped being a hero so she could raise us.”

“Hey, are you both sad that I’m not a hero anymore?” I look at them.

Dayo pouts. “But if you didn’t have us, you would still be a hero and be with dad.”

I pat him gently to avoid messing up his braids. “Did someone say something?”

“Our classmate said that if we weren’t born, you’d be with someone else,” Ejiro admits.

“I’m sorry Aizawa. I didn’t think this would come up at a time like this,” I pat Ejiro gently.

“Your names are Dayo and Ejiro right?” Aizawa asks.

They nod.

“Who named you?”

“Mom did.” Dayo states.

“Who has taken care of you this whole time?”

“Mom.”

“Is she any less of a hero since she’s taking care of you two?”

Dayo pouts. “Mom is our hero.”

“That’s all you need to understand then.” Aizawa nods.

Ejiro realizes something and frowns. “Dayo, have you been feeling that weird feeling too?”

I watch them for a moment, and they walk over to Aizawa. I tilt my head a bit confused. But Aizawa moves a bit as they look at him and inspect him further.

“You look exactly like how our mom said our dad looked,” Dayo finally states.

Ejiro asks looking at him with a smile. “What is your quirk?”

“I stop other people’s quirks,” Aizawa states.

Both in unison ask. “Are you our dad?”

“Boys stop bothering him. I told you both before I’ll tell you who your dad is when you’re older,” I knead at my temple.

The door opens and Yamada is back with Kayama and the food. I busy myself with cooking and talking. By the time it’s time to go. Aizawa looks at me.

“We need to talk.”

“What if I said no?”

“Bea.”

“Fine, let me know when.”

“Next Saturday”

I felt like I was watching my own death sentence. They left and things returned to normal until the next Saturday. Babysitter for the boys and I went to go see Aizawa.

“Are they my kids?” He asks.

I roll my eyes. “Wow skip the pot and straight into the fire Huh?”

“I’m being serious.”

“I am too.”

“You went back to America because of your family?”

Holding my cup, I frown. “My parents have been dead for years now. I went back to America because I was pregnant.”

“So, are they mine?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth Bea.”

“Yes, are you happy now? Dayo and Ejiro are your sons.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to trap you. Like you said hero society is full of shallow people that aren’t doing it for the right reasons.”

“You were a hero for the right reasons.”

“Yeah, and nothing would have stopped you from thinking I used you. Or that I would publicize it and paint you the bad guy,” I roll my eyes. “Look if you want to, we can do a test. But I don’t want to ruin your life. That is the exact reason I left Japan eleven years ago.”

Getting up I smile at him.

“You don’t have to see them or me if you don’t want. I wasn’t even planning on telling them until they became adults,” shaking my head I fix my clothes.

“Bea.”

Bowing to him I flash a weak smile. “Thank you for listening to me.”

Walking out of the café as a fast as I could into the busy street. My head filled with regret as I did. I couldn’t just force him to leave, I might have to work with him later, and he had a right to visit the boys if he wanted. Shaking the feeling out I quickly get to my apartment to pay the sitter. She thanks me and leaves. I should just focus on work

“No.” Slamming the folder on to the desk I could already feel the ropes of vine twisting around my body.

“What? But Free we have to—“

“If we have to, please find someone else willing to. But when I used to be a hero, I had the displeasure of working with that man for a very short period and I doubt I’d want to do it again.”

“You worked with Endeavor before?”

“Not by choice.”

“What was it like?”

“I was told from a young age to only speak for what I can pay for. And speaking about my experience with this particular man is stories above my pay grade.”

Despite my wishes I was the only one qualified to work on this, more so because I worked with Endeavor personally.

“You’re alive.” He puffs out.

“So are you.” Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms.

“Free!”

Endeavor raises a brow. “I’ve worked with her before, nothing particularly nasty has come out yet.”

Turning away I huff. “I can’t afford to pay for the damages otherwise, and I have kids to care for, old man.”

Oh, do I hate his arrogant attitude. Walking home I didn’t expect to see Aizawa standing at my door when I walked up the stairs.

“What are you doing here?” I reach to unlock the door.

But it opens. “Mom you’re back, Oh, hi Mr. Aizawa.”

“Come in.” I wave as I walk into the door.

Ejiro looks at the man and pouts. “Mom, you said you’d help me with my homework today.”

“I know, bring it to the living room so we can work on it,” taking off my shoes I release a sigh.

Aizawa takes off his shoes and I look at him with a sigh. “Please make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll get you something to drink as soon as I get back from changing.”

“Mom, I don’t feel—“ Dayo pokes his head from his room door and I have barely a second to catch him with my quirk.

Moving slowly toward him I frown. “Ejiro, come here.”

He walks over and looks at me. I place my hand on his forehead and frown. They were both running fevers.

“In bed both of you. I’ll make some porridge,” I grumble.

“He looks fine,” Aizawa points out.

I look at him and shake my head. “No, Ejiro seems to be more hyper than usual. I don’t know if it’s because he’s running a fever, but I know the boys.”

Picking up Dayo, I walk toward his bed. We got a corner apartment, so all the bedrooms have windows, and Dayo was so serious about learning how to grow plants that his room looked like a nursery.

“Mommy,” Dayo frowns. “I wanna sleep in your room. I don’t wanna be alone.”

“What’s wrong?” Aizawa appears again.

“Change of plans, can you make the porridge? I shouldn’t ask a guest, but I need to pick up Ejiro to lay them down together.” I sigh.

Aizawa frowns. “They’ll get sicker.”

“Mommy.” Ejiro wines from his room door.

“Come on, we’re gonna have a sleepover in mommy’s room,” I smile.

Dayo and Ejiro are both the same in height, weight, and appearance. But their personalities were always very distant normally, they liked to be independent and do things on their own or together. They got sick together, and it was like having toddlers again.

Laying Dayo on one side of the bed, I help Ejiro climb on the other side. Pulling the cooling patches from the drawer I place one on their foreheads.

Changing the temperature setting, I walk toward the bathroom and quickly change. Tying my hair in a ponytail I walk into the boy’s rooms and take the sheets from their beds. Grabbing their matching plushies. Aizawa seems to watch me as I do my tasks.

The sheets lay in a bundle by my bedroom door. Placing their plushies in their open arms I sigh. Leaving my bedroom door open I start cleaning.

“Need any help?”

“Yeah, just make some coffee. I’m gonna run down the conbini downstairs and buy some sports drinks after I start the clothes.”

“Is this how you usually are with them?”

“Aizawa, are you gonna keep asking questions while I’m trying to make sure they are comfortable?”

He holds up his hands in defense and I roll my eyes. It was maybe ten minutes before I finished getting everything and walking back in. Both of them were sound asleep, but I kept the door open just in case they needed anything.

“So why are you here?” I look at my cup of coffee.

“Because I wanted to talk to you again.”

Rolling my eyes, I frown. “I hope this isn’t some sense of responsibility because they are your kids too?”

“What do you mean?”

“My parents got married because my mom thought she had to marry the man who got her pregnant. She hated him. She hated me, but she loved my little brother. When she died before I came to Japan, she told me that she wished I’d never been born that way she could have gone on about her life.”

“Then did you hate me?”

“No, I never hated you. I mean I don’t hate you, but I was scared that you’d hate me.”

He frowns. “Do you think so little of me?”

“Aizawa, we were twenty. I just barely knew what being an adult meant,” finding that I feel I'm just excusing my behavior I sigh. “What would you have done if I stayed?”

“We would have gotten married.”

I shake my head. “I wouldn’t have been ready, I felt ready to have the twins, but not to get married.”

“Are you still not ready to get married?”

“What?”

“I know it’s been a long time, and we haven’t talked but I want to be there for them.”

“I need time to think about it. Besides I’m not stupid. You think I haven’t seen the news, hell I work in All Might’s publicity department. I’m just—“

Hearing one of them wake up I get up and send him a weak smile. “Aizawa, maybe I would have said yes five years ago. But I need time.”

“I understand. But I can’t just let you go off like that,” he mumbles. “Talking about us and the boys wasn’t the only reason that I came here; I was thinking that the kids needed a kind of guest speaker. Someone who was in from an early age.”

Looking at him I nod. “Just tell me when.”

Dayo and Ejiro recovered from their beginning of summer cold. A car was sent and Aizawa let them sit at his desk while I talked.

Standing awkwardly in my hero costume I fixed my cape a bit. Class 1-A of this year at Yuuei had been on the news more than any other class. They only looked like children to me.

“Today I thought it would be better to get a word from someone who started off at your age as a hero,” Aizawa states and they seem to grow quiet

One boy in the back jumps from his seat excited. “You’re the bondage hero Whiplash.

“I was hoping that name would not stick,” chuckling I rub at the back of my back. “Yes, I am Whiplash, in english the name is actually supposed to be capture hero. But my agent at the time mixed up the translations so when I came to Japan at eighteen, I was known as the bondage hero.”

One girl holds up her hand and I nod for her to ask. “But you stopped hero work almost ten years ago.”

I nod. “Yes, see I started hero work at sixteen and I loved every bit of it. I haven’t exactly stopped working as a hero considering I still have my license for emergencies.” Pulling the clip from my belt under my cape I hold up the small device. “I carry this device everywhere I go in case they need me. It’s only very special cases that I’ve been called. Crowd control, sometimes damage control. I’ve had the pleasure of working with many heroes before I stopped my public actions.”

“Why did you leave?”

Thinking of my kids I smile. “Life happens, my little brother was in a tight spot back in America, and since I was his legal guardian I had to leave. There were other things involved in it too. I um—”

Aizawa raises a brow. “You can tell them.”

I take a deep breath. “The first nail I the coffin that made me leave was a particular partnership. See I was used to working with Aizawa when I went on patrols or for missions. So, imagine my surprise when I had to work with your current number 2. I’m gonna sum it up by saying that was a very unpleasant experience and having to work with him again recently was still the same. If I’m being honest, I wish I could have gone to a hero school like you guys decided to. The second nail was my body was no longer my own if you understand what I mean. I would have to be caring for new life soon. My dad didn’t raise me to be a quitter, so I talked to my agency and I got transferred back to America and into the Publicity department.”

“I’m lucky that I could keep my license. In America we are much more relaxed in certain aspects, if it is an emergency, I could use my quirk to save someone. An emergency can be boiled down to the endangerment of someone’s life. So,” I flicked at the projector and an image came up. “A bus directed for a store, someone walking in the middle of the street when the light is red, faulty construction equipment. Personally, my least favorite because I have to grow and wrap vines together since I use plants and not trees. A tree is a plant, but it’s not one I have a lot of control over.”

“Why’d sensei have you come by?” someone mumbles.

I raise a brow. “Well, I have maybe what two years’ experience ahead of your teacher. While he was learning to use this quirk, I was already working in the field in a country with a rather high reported crime rate. America doesn’t have many specialized hero schools, there’s only two. But they are filled with superficial people who do it for money and fame, when a real emergency comes up, they cannot protect others and barely themselves. So, tell me Mineta, would you prefer that every day you’re left at the mercy of what life usually throws at tenfold?”

“How many real heroes are there in America then?” Iida holds up his hand.

I think. “Quite a few, but not enough for the current population density. Think about it this way if there is a certain hero to civilian ratio, then I’d wanna say we have a one to one hundred—

“That’s not so bad.”

“One hundred thousand. In the city I worked there was two other heroes like me, and as the child everyone kind of didn’t trust me at first. That was until the dam incident,” I sigh. “I’ve never seen so many people change their tune so quickly. But I was never a hero for recognition, so as soon as I was able, I came to Japan to learn from the heroes here. I planned to be a hero for at least well into my thirties. While I technically still am, they don’t often call for a single mom to come patrolling.”

Throwing my hands up I force the net to catch the two falling children. The door opens and Yamada is looking round a little worried. Taking my mask off with the free hand I send both my children the look.

“On the ground, now. Both of you. Yamada, I’m not mad trust me,” I look to the worried teacher.

Dayo and Ejiro climb down. Placing my mask on the desk I retract the plants and hold my hand toward the kids.

“Who’s that?”

“These are my sons. Dayo and Ejiro, sadly it seems I’ve jumped the gun by trying to help them learn their quirks. They have the same quirk surprisingly, both stare at plants to make them grow and manipulate them. But Ejiro can manipulate them if he’s holding them.” I explain. “The staring factor of their quirks comes from their father’s quirk. Like I was trying to say, being a hero has consequences. All action has consequences, I could have chosen to stay in Japan and handle my little brother’s situation remotely. Or I could have left to handle that situation and come back to Japan. But I decided to return to America. I wouldn’t change my decision for the world. Since I haven’t stopped being a Hero, I could slowly return to hero work, but I find my work as a mom just a little bit more important. If I spend my life regretting an action, I’ll possibly cause a bigger problem by not focusing on the present.”

“Aizawa sensei, they look a lot like you,” one girl says.

I look at Aizawa and then back at my children and I chuckle. “They do look similar, don’t they?”

His eyes go wide as I send him a wink before putting my mask back on.

“It was nice meeting you class 1A. Please remember that just because there were different actions you could have taken does not invalidate your choice. You chose it. Just like how all of you decided to become heroes and continue attending school. Also weighing your value solely based on how the public views you is stupid, and frankly it worked fine for the father of my children to not be a flashy hero.”

It was a quick venture back to our apartment. My frustration died down as I look over Dayo and Ejiro for any kind of injury. Even though I had yet to even utter a syllable of how worried I was, the moment I let go of him Ejiro began sobbing. Dayo looks to his twin brother with a confused look. Instead of scolding them I just let them rest in their rooms.

After making dinner and putting the trays in front of their doors I pick my phone. Aizawa wanted to come over a few days later. Letting him I felt a bit awkward as I fixed my sweater to sit in a comfortable position. It was the moment that I didn’t want to look like a tired workaholic that I did. He sends me a slight nod before taking to the dinner table and letting me make some coffee.

“So, what happened after?”

“Besides making Ejiro cry, nothing. I’m just upset that they thought climbing that high was okay,” I frown. “I can’t train them to be careful of things like that or people might think I’m a terrible mom.”

“Can I talk to them?”

“Yeah, getting scolded by a teacher a few days after the incident is good.”

These kids must have a sixth sense for when their dad comes into the house.

“Mr. Aizawa, do you like our mom?” Ejiro asks as he walks out of his room.

Dayo sighs and shakes his head. “Mom doesn’t think about romantic relationships.”

“I hate that you decided that on your own.”

“Then do you like Mr. Aizawa?”

I sigh. “Of course, I do, but there are a lot of adult details that change how I can approach that.”

Dayo groans. “Why didn’t you just stay with our dad?”

I frown. “Dayo.”

“Dayo’s right, mom why didn’t you stay with our dad?” Ejiro adds.

“I have an idea, why don’t we get some dinner and just watch a movie today?” Aizawa states.

I frown. “Fine.”

This isn’t a bad idea in theory, but I’m sure this man has something up his sleeve. He doesn’t do anything unnecessary. He picked where we got the food from, I went to go pick it up while he stayed with the boys. When I came back it was still fine, no fires or plants creeping from the rooms.

“Mom, your queen ann is looking sad,” Dayo points out.

“I haven’t had time to tend to my plants, remember who wanted me to come and record for your school sports festival?” I shake my head.

Aizawa looks at me and raises a brow. “How athletic are they?”

I chuckle. “Surprisingly Dayo is the more athletic one. Ejiro has his moments. Wanna see their pictures?”

“MOM!”

Putting my food down I lean toward the small bookshelf we have by the entertainment system. Grabbing the album, I place it on my lap and show Aizawa.

“Which pictures you want to see first?”

“How about the beginning?” he suggests.

“Mom no.” Ejiro whines.

“Oh, hush up.” I giggle. “Let him see.”

Dayo stops eating. “Let dad see what he missed.”

Aizawa practically chokes on his food.

“Yeah you two are too similar.” I roll my eyes.

After regaining his composure Aizawa takes the album. “So how often did you take pictures?”

“The invention of smart phones has been my saving grace. I’m surprised they even let me twist their hair at this point let alone invite me to sporting events.” I smile. “Finish your food and then you two can tell me how your twin sense told you that he was your dad.”

“That would ruin the surprise,” Dayo shakes his head.

Holding the album in my lap still I leaf through the pages slowly. Aizawa peeks over my shoulder as he looks at the pictures as well, the changes in his expression as I turn the pages makes the time it took to put everything together worth it. Ejiro and Dayo finish their food quickly.

“What is this?”

“Oh, that’s right, you’ve never met my little brother. Kaipo is a bit averse to pictures, but he was holding the boys while we were at the beach,” I sigh. “Surprisingly enough for someone with a water plant quirk he doesn’t like the ocean.”

He takes the album from me and looks at the page then back up at me. “You both look so similar I thought he might be your twin.”

“He’s four years younger than me.” I chuckle.

“Are we allowed to call Mr. Aizawa, dad, now?” Ejiro asks.

Aizawa chuckles. “I don’t mind.”

I nod. “As long as he is okay with it.”

“Dad, do you think we can spend more time with you?” Dayo whispers. “That way mom has more time to spend being a hero too.”

“Wait, Dayo- ”

Aizawa shakes his head. “I don’t think I can do that kiddo. I still got hero work on the side, and honestly my class has most of my hands tied. Maybe your mom will start hero work when she’s ready.”

Fixing my posture, I sigh. “I was gonna start patrolling while you guys were in class once you start middle school. If I could start now I would, but I’m not confident that you guys would be fine without me here after school.”

“What?! We can take care of ourselves.” Ejiro argues

“Five.” I glare.

He shuts his mouth, but this gets Aizawa’s attention.

“Five what?”

Dayo shakes his head furiously. Ejiro covers his ears.

“Five times. Let them be alone, each time I got a call because of the plants,” I explain. “Someone had to wear a quirk limiter while they were sleeping for six months.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Not our best moments.” Dayo grumbles. “But mom is really good at fixing plants, so the neighbors don’t mind.”

Aizawa starts chuckling. “Well if you ever need me to mind them when I’m not working, I don’t mind.”

#long post #aizawa x oc #prohero oc #bnha x oc #just fluff #I think it's fluff

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The topic of the dub is a complex one for me. Because while I do love the cast as well, it's also like, I genuinely think it's a problem with the industry that they can all be traced to like 1 or 2 other Smash Hit properties with few exceptions.

Like of course the Japanese actors are also household names, but I would be comparatively really hard-pressed to find that big of an overlap in casting. I totally understand it's exciting for people who enjoyed those properties to be able to say "Hey, that's X!" and I'm exactly the same way, but I just find it hard to believe that the same couple of US voice actors who've dubbed nearly everything for ages are always the best choice.

But way way more than that, it's the knowledge that the actors were essentially told to "direct" their own performances that has left me with kind of a bad taste in my mouth. I don't see the point of having an experienced cast of "actors everyone likes" and not harnessing their talents. It's pure insanity to me in comparison to how much care Yokoyama and the other directors put into each and every line.

Of course it's a huge credit to the actors that they understood The Assignment well enough that it turned out as good as it did, and I would still say it's the best dub in RGGS history (not that this is saying much), but at times it was painfully obvious that they didn't have enough to work off of.

So, you know, it was still pretty good, but I feel like that was in spite of how it was handled, and that I only used to say it was "great" to fit in with all my friends who were saying the same thing. I don't fault anyone who does think so at all, of course, but in my case I don't wanna do that anymore. (Though I'm sorry to be so overly critical in your inbox haha, it's no problem at all if you don't wanna talk about that)

Anyway! The Mole Song! My Blood and Bones in a Title I'll Never Remember! Great movies IMO and both fortunately very very easy to find. I hope you enjoy them, and thanks so much as always for taking the time to indulge my recommendations!

SPEAKING OF...... I SAW YOU READ SOLILOQUY AND CONFESSION............. I love how the exact same things stood out to us like yes, I've been wanting to draw That Exact Scene for ages too, How Did You Know. LITERALLY IMMACULATE RIGHT... Love the character interactions and themes discussed soooo so much.

But it's also really funny you mention it on that particular post because I had a dream we were discussing an AraSawa fic (that you may or may not have written in the dream?) the same day I recommended them. You know, now that you mention it, I've had a metric ton of Mine dreams, a few Jo and/or Arakawa dreams, even a few with Mine and one of The Joes, but as far as I can tell I've only ever talked about one dream with Daigo in it.

Apparently, in the dream, MineDai were confirmed a couple in the 10th anniversary book. Because they were participants in an experiment that was trying to gauge whether there was some kind of psychic link between partners, and while that whole thing turned out bogus, MineDai were the only gay couple and the only ones to stay together after the experiment was over. Like what in the SUBSTORY--

I don’t mind the criticism: everything warrants it and nothing can appeal to everyone, so it’s totally welcomed! Again, I’m purely biased, so it’s as you said my adoration can be influenced from someplace personal (which is a habit I try not to fall into: I’d like to appreciate the work for what’s presented, not from what I know or ‘nostalgia’ I suppose, you know). I know other people still have their grievances about the English dub, so I wouldn’t say you’re alone in that and I think you should make your honest feelings known! We criticise the media we enjoy because we know it can be better (or we’d like to see better), so again I totally have no issue with you sharing your thoughts (especially since voice acting is a special interest of mine, so I’m always happy to hear people’s word on it)! :]

BUT YEAH ONTO THE FICS THE TONE AND EVERYTHING WAS SO GREAT for sure to have special spots in my fic list (though tbh it’s a small list- but I guess it’s still an honor in that right, right lmao). And the rain scene is SO good I don’t blame you for wanting to draw it too- the fic in general was everything I was hoping, and that scene was just especially so good and something I’ve always wanted to see between Jo and Masato :’] With Arakawa’s perspective, I loved the drama theme- like it makes sense and is obvious, and I loved how the author executed the concept and ‘outline’ of Arakawa’s life.

I still stand that I have no idea how dreams work (the thought of writing a AraSawa fic, while surely temptig, I doubt I have the ability for), but that MineDai one does sound right goofy. Genuinely some kind of silly substory moment, dubious experiments and fake surveys and all ☠️☠️

#long post #snap chats #sorry for the late reply i am at the mall #im actually bout to head home soooooo i might draw That Scene when i do..#and i’m always happy to look at what you recommend ! i feel like at this point we’re on a similar wavelength #esp if you havin that dream means anythin lmao #so i can trust your taste- i havent been disappointed yet so! def excited to check those out when i can :]]#ok i have sushi in front of me then im driving BYE thank you for writing in !!

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oh no the poor lil meow meows... *accidentally drops two umbrellas through the window* and jfc heizou you're a detective, not a burglar....

on second thought let's not i think i would cry if random men and women start throwing their heads onto zhongli's chest while we're strolling about in the city-

"a lost verse from the holy book of simping 101" hsldkfjlsjdklfjsld

and i'd be the kind of teacher who couldn't help but laugh at you whenever you did so and in the process i would be making a fool of myself in front of this very attractive coworker of mine orz hslkdhflskd omg he totally would. him being a guest lecturer and yet he knows more than the actual teacher. also him slipping when they brought in a small hatchling:

"normally dragons of these kinds are quite docile unless provoked. their favorite diets are the various types of rocks. most dragons in particular find magic crystals to taste delectable, however, i personally am fond of cor lapis- i mean-"

"meimei, are they running away from me. why are they running away." brb crying why is he this adorable i can't-

h-he actually came home, yes. my second time winning 50/50 i am very honored lord kamisato sir- what did you threaten him with??????

i took him about 72+ pulls to come home but i still have my savings for husband #2, the 'feeble' scholar bc i did some exploring, so i'm very happy!

ohhhh congrats for the double 5 stars!! fingers crossed i get the same luck with al haitham... he'll be out when it's my dad's birthday so i'm going to ride on his birthday luck and bribe him with food so he'll pull al haitham for me lmao

scaranya zoomies :D he'll come home on his rerun for sure!! time to start saving heheheh "emotional attachment purposes" hsldkfjlskdf i have yet to play the archon quest interlude but i think i found a name i want to use for him!! my brother already did the quest on his account and he named him 'hokuto'. what did you name him?? :D

also shldfkjslkdjf it's BEEN SO LONGGGGGGGGG i hope you're doing well <3 <3

RIN JIE !! sorry for the long wait, aaaa. i'm so happy i finally found enough time to respond to this ask after it marinated for so long 😭

heizou going thru the window is smth we shall not speak about and i also can't believe i'm saying this so shamelessly: but i can indeed confirm that he is both a detective and a burglar because— *momentarily regrets everything* because he stole my heart a while back <3 and into the earth i shall bury myself (/j)

LOLLL if people start throwing themselves at zhongli (literally), i can see you holding in the urge to politely pry them off. it is alright, rin jie, your hubby is vv good at sidestepping people! gracefully so too! to the people: his chest isn't a practical nor traditional place to wish for mora, you'd better off robbing the northland bank instead. (/j)

I AM LIVING FOR OUR GENSHIN POTTER BRAINROT. rin jie, you are the embodiment of trying to look cool by leaning against a non-existent wall and falling— zhongli just concernedly holds out a hand like "?? are you hurt???" truly, my fav grandparents in the entire world <3 (/lh) ALSO. purely hypothetical but if we were to turn it into a series, what do you think would make a good conflict for each chara 🤔 aight, who's gonna be voldemort and why is my mind saying dottore. (/j)

AND YES, I SAW !! you won ayato and got alhaitham on 1 pity??? *wipes a dramatic tear* your unlucky era has come to a glorious end. they're finally learning from itto! and iirc, your dad is a math + physics teacher, so i can't help but imagine alhaitham harboring some level of respect for him LOLL (similarly, my respect for your dad also went 📈 because math and physics?? that deserves a wow /pos) and abt ayato coming home, there was no threat... you just have to put your best puppy eyes and tug on his sleeve. easy peasy, lemon squeezy! (/lh)

hokuto sounds so cute??? i can actually hear scara's jp va saying it in my head <3 i named him ren! ren means 'lotus' in japanese and they believe that lotus resembles rebirth, so i thought why not?? >:) but that name sounds too handsome and boyish for someone like him (/j)

#ayato looks vv pretty in those shots (as per usual) <3 #my ayato has been doing well. he is flourishing by being fed the main dps title and HoD artifacts ✨#i did pull for alhaitham but the scholar took one look at me and frowned (rude /j)#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠

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maguro13-2 · 24 days

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Demons Unleashed ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Gaiden Pt.17 ~

[Door opening]

Tamaki : Tadaima!

[Inside Ochanomizu Mansion (Night) - Fumie Kumatani]

Sister Mary : Oh, Tamaki. Welcome back. I was worried that you would find lost or anything. How was the campus, dear?

Tamaki : No nothing much. I did great today. I'm off from Sunday service, I'll do some more studies once I get everything straight at campus before graduation, I'm not sure if I'm willing to become a nun like this. Despite being being 9-years old in the body of a 17-year old girl, this is quite the opposite for me that is really weird this time and I'm not gonna prove anything to it.

Sister Mary : Well, you seemed to have that problem about your body growing up like this, I wonder what did we feed you since we founded when you're tried to get rid of you before they passed away.

Tamaki : I think so. It's because they both wanted to get rid of me and I have no idea of why would they do that. It's because I never returned to Japan and never got to go to a Japanese school. So that's why I spent my life as a little Nun, and do some of activities for Sister training at the shrine for sunday services. But on my eighth birthday, I was turned into this a, the body of a 17-year old Girl who looks alike the one who came from another universe. But that wasn't me anymore, I had hopes and dream of being the most clumsy hero to think that I am that clumsy. But I'm not, I'm not that anymore! I'm supposed to be the hero of a good story, and not a bad one. Well, that's nothing matter to me of how did I came to this state for a long time. But with my pocket mirror, I don't know even understand of what's with the girl with twin-tails? I don't even know who I look alike?

(her reflection on her Pocket Mirror changes to her appearance as Maka Albarn)

Tamaki : !? (Shakes head to respond) I see...So my reflection from this pocket mirror to tell me that I was starting to look alike the girl who was mistaken for her misdeeds. I understand, she got that hairstyle because of me. I'm the one who inspired her? Doesn't ring a bell for that matter. Well, I gotta prepare the food, let's go make something good.

Sister Mary : Yes, dear.

Tamaki : Dinner should be ready very soon.

[scene later cuts to Tamaki eating dinner with the girls]

Tamaki : Hey, sister. Now that you mentioned about what happened earlier, I found this underneath the campus. This would be very pleasing if you hadn't figured it out that I have a Pure Hearti in my hand, the one that I collected from the dungeon underneath the Campus.

Sister Mary : What? You found an object that was underneath the school? Tamaki, that thing's so rare nobody would noticed that it's a mysterious heart-shaped object, what if it could bring love to anyone? You sure that is good idea?

Tamaki : Of course not. I do believe that it's superstitious so that we may best keep an eye on it. So much for that being Indiana Jones for the weekend. My dream to heading to Canada is far from 8 years beyond. I could really feel that British Columbian Breeze, when I get to the Haida Village. That's when I'm becoming a professional hero one day.

Sister Mary : That's really great sister. You only had to know that. Even though, Canada might be the only place for you to have a visit to the Haida Nation, they existed for more than a long year since the Tlingit fought them in the past. Tlingit and the Haida, we're one of Alaska and Canada's greatest nations in the Northwest Coast. So what did you find something interesting on the map of Canada?

Tamaki : Well, I believe that it was very something special that I need to know tranining for this 17-year old body of mine. It's called the...(hears door knocking) Oh great who can that be? Pardon me, guys. I gotta go check the door to see my adoptive mother is here. Or it's probably Jenny. (Gets up from table and walks to the door) This time what are you up to now, Oscar? This better be important. (opens door) Oscar, Jenny, I--?

Saber/Arthur : Hello, Tamaki. We needed to talk.

Tamaki : Wait a sec, Where's Jenny and Oscar? Where are my friends? What did you...

Saber/Arthur : Come outside, we got important business to take care of.

(scene transits)

[Smile Venoumously - Hidenori Shoji]

Saber/Arthur : So you see, Tamaki. Your friends are much in bit of a pickle, they are already fine. But best to assure you that you will find something interesting to be in a particular way. But there's no time to lose.

Tamaki : Alright, Saber. What do you want from me this time?

Saber/Arthur : That Red Pure Heart in your hand, that belongs to the first pillar Amaterasu.

Tamaki : Amaterasu? That spectral woman that Shinra knows about? You type-moon or you some girl with a sword that is the resurrected form of a man that wields Excalibur?

Saber/Arthur : I know that it is the name, Excalibur, it's my weapon, this one body they Call it Saber is my resurrected body from reincarnation.

Tamaki : No way, that I've known you somewhere before. The Shinra Kusakabe I know is dead and he's gone from the world that created Soul Eater.

Saber/Arthur : You are correct, but he isn't dead, he was resurrected through reincarnation. With the Pure Hearts collected and get back to our personal memories, we'll lead this one out of the shadows to reunite our comrades.

Tamaki : Not a bad idea, Saber. Too lucky for me to figure it out that one and I'm not letting you get the info from me. You're just gonna have to go face-to-face with me if you want to get the answer. Let's if you can best 2-out of-3.

Saber/Arthur : It is my pleasure to duel with you in honor! Let's get this over with!

(Scene flips)

Saber/Arthur : Not bad, Tamaki. I won't missed this out. Can't believe that I remember that a long time ago in our world before the Time Eater erased all of it.

Tamaki : Not to me, not to you. So it's my state, my rules.

[scene slides]

Saber/Arthur : (groans) Huh? Why am I tied up to a chair while it's a hostage situation?

Tamaki : Don't believe that is some kind of action thriller scene? I used to tie up intruders when it comes to the body of a 17-year old girl, but I'm still a 9 year old girl inside of a 17-year old body. So tell me, Lion girl. Could you really tell me who you really are? You got a name, Saber?

Saber/Arthur : Tamaki, it's me, Arthur.

Tamaki : Arthur who? Pendragon, the Mouse? Arthur Ashe?

Saber/Arthur : it's not Ashe, neither the mouse, nor Pendragon, it's Boyle. The name's Arthur Boyle, we used to fought alongside with Shinra in our world before the Time Eater destroyed all of it by erasing it with it's powers.

Tamaki : Oh yeah, I got us thinking about the Time Eater thing. Why didn't you say so? [quietly] Keep your voice down, everyone's a sleep.

Saber/Arthur : [quietly] Okay.

Tamaki : [quietly] I knew that it had to be you, Arthur Boyle. You really did change a lot after you became the first meister that led to the start of the school in Nevada. 1000 years ago, we used to be the heroes that was once part of Shinra's story in the Ohkuboverse. However, we've then lost the Ohkuboverse after getting slaughtered by the Time Eater in the annihilation that started it all before Inca Kasugatani's execution.

Saber/Arthur : Of course, but we didn't. Both you, Maki, and Lisa, survived by going through the real world with the Ocarina. They played the song of time in order to live in new time lines connected by others for it's protection and survival.

Tamaki : Oh yes, I remember that instrument. That is the instrument that Link uses to play that song back on the Nintendo 64, it's one of the world's iconic video game consoles that brings it to fame where a young link becomes the hero of time.

Saber/Arthur : When we get the comrades back from those who traveled to Real World AU, I will get our revenge from the Time Eater's destruction to recreate our world and our heritage, and then I will break myself from the Fate Universe's corruption, reclaim the name Boyle and my position. That's why we needed the eight pure hearts to restore our glory and Shinra told me that I would come out of this body. Here I will take a look. (starts taking off clothes)

Tamaki : Huh? Woah...Look at you. This is your current body form of a woman? You got some credible guns and steel for the muscular body of a warrior, I don't know why men are attracted to Muscular girls all the time. They are hard and steel making you like the King of England right now. Speaking of King, that considered Maryland's finest. Great story, bogus idea, I should definitely get back to my original setting--(bumps into something that is in her way, that appears to be a Chao Walker) Pardon me, sir. I wouldn't mind recommend that you would...What in the actual fu-

Shinra (Devil Chaos) : Hello, Tamaki. We meet at last, I am Shinra Kusakabe, the hero of our original world. These Two Tails Chao were the reincarnated twins that have been working for Benimaru Shinmon.

Tamaki : Well, I see. Nothing's bit on the crossover theory to think that entire Ohkuboverse was destroyed by the Time Eater since I escaped the annihilation 1000 years ago after they all died from extinction. So you sure that you came from the right place? You used to be connected with the eight pillars of the Eight Pure Hearts, but why on earth did you become like that?

[Resolution - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Shinra (Devil Chaos) : Because we all died thanks to Demon Vibe's manipulation, he was only using me to open the door to darkness and that the Adolla realm is nothing more than nothingness that sabotaged our world from the minds of Demon Vibe and Sephiroth.

Tamaki : So that was Sephiroth's crazy idea that he manipulated you, including the others that are the eight vessels of the eight pure hearts? But why on earth would he do it?

(a vision shows Sephiroth in the flames during the Nibelheim Incident)

Shinra (Devil Chaos) : Because Tamaki, Sephiroth would know something to Demon Vibe when he realizes that the despair that gifted to my people was just a key to the door to Darkness and would unleash it into the Galaxy of Real World AU. I never thought that it was the idea of him manipulating us and would think that the Evangelist was just an astral puppet part of Demon Vibe's consciousness. I would never forgive that man for what he did to our world and my entire life. Deception was the way of how we deceived ourselves. Unlike Mephiles, that recolored pig that showed me that Amaterasu is really the Flames of Disaster we known from the Sol Dimension a long time ago. She was used as the source of my world's technology and Demon Vibe destroyed it when Amaterasu, the spectral woman, separated from my world and headed into Sonic's world to become the true Flames of Disaster, known as Iblis.

Tamaki : So you were right and I was wrong, The Great Flame of Fire was just Firaga and your childhood ruined by Haumea was actually the Nibelheim Incident, Sephiroth staged the whole Fire Force story and realize they've been puppets to vilalins of Square Enix the entire time, same goes to our author who is literally a weirdo and a complete doofus. So now, why do we need someone getting the gang back together or me for that matter? Doesn't seem like it's really gonna be that easy. Alright let's give ourselves a reunion, It's Arthur Boyle, Shinra Kusakabe and me, Tamaki Kotatsu. I hope you guys are ready for this. We're getting the gang back together.

Shinra (Devil Chaos) : Come Tamaki, Maki and Lisa are waiting for you, Meet us threre at the National Shrine in town.

Tamaki : I won't forget.

~ Stage 21 : The Comrades of the Flames

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advicetothebabyalt · 8 months

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Saying Goodbye to Summer

The first day of autumn, believe it or not, is September 23rd. As of when I'm writing this post, on September 13th, that's not very far away. I plan on writing a post about fun fall activities and sightings in a future post.

To the readers who are current ALTs, your school (or, schools, if you go to more than one) is probably making the preparations for the following events:

Sports Day

(体育大会／たいいくだいかい or 運動会／うんどうかい)

Culture Festival (文化祭／ぶんかさい)

My understanding is that elementary schools do not have a culture festival, but if your elementary school happens to have one, I'm sure you're busy all the same. I have no knowledge of how high schools work, so I won't be talking about them in much detail here.

If you're fully settled into your school(s) and have a good and regular communication system with your teachers and other staff, then you know when all of these days are or probably will be, and have been making yourself involved in the preparations with both the faculty and the students.

If you're someone who's brand new to the fall trimester of a Japanese school, or you're thinking about being an ALT, you might be very confused or only have a surface-level understanding of what I'm even talking about.

If you're a fresh ALT who started in the spring trimester at the start of the school year, you are probably already well aware that teachers are busy. All the time. They're about to get busier. I'll explain what the two busy events are below:

Sports Day

Sports Day seems to come before the culture festival for a lot of areas, so let's talk about that first.

If you're from the states, you probably had "field days" as a kid. I did. I'm not sure about other countries, but am intrigued to hear about if you had this at your schools growing up where you're from. The super itchy potato-sack races, three-legged races, etc. That's what I thought this was going to be like, and it's possible that some schools might include that nostalgic "field day", but my school does not.

For junior high school sports days, students practice for a very long while, usually a month or so, to participate in relays, high jumps, boccia, a three-legged race, a class jump rope competition, and a dance competition. I'm actually not sure if I included everything, because they do a lot and I'm not very sporty so I don't know what they're doing half of the time.

So, if you're a new ALT and you're reading this going "wait I didn't know this was a thing" then I highly advise you to ask a teacher about it. Schools don't always include or invite the ALT to their sports days, usually because they don't quite think about it or that they assume you're busy and don't want you to make extra room in your schedule for the school, especially if your school's sports day is on a Saturday.

"On a Saturday?????"

Yes. So make sure you get the date down and, if you're able to, I really hope you go. It makes a wonderful impression on the teachers, as you feel like a more involved teacher, and the kids will remember it. I still have students who bring up last year's sports day (mine was during a normal working day), and they ask me to watch their practice to see if they do better than they did last year.

If you work at multiple schools and the sports days happen to be on the same day, talk to your company or program supervisor (the people who hired you and are sponsoring your visa). They can either A) get in contact with your school and see if one in particular wants you there or B) try to get you scheduled to visit one school in the morning and one in the afternoon. Or, C) leave it up to what you want to do.

It's an all-day event in most cases. You'll be outside, probably in direct sunlight. Keep plenty of water on you, remember your sunglasses if you need them, sunscreen, and wear loose-fitting clothes (and sneakers). You can also find many cooling tools like cooling "neckties" and sleeves that will help you stay cool and away from a potential heat stroke. Feel sick? Let someone know!

Culture Festival

Culture Festival is my favorite event, I think. Let me tell you why:

First, I'm a music person. I love singing and listening to music as a whole. The culture festival is just that. I think that high schools have a more laid-out and in-depth culture festival. However, lower-level schools will likely keep things simpler.

Assuming that your school's culture festival is after the sports day, you'll probably notice a stark change in scheduling. Now, instead of the kids going outside to practice sports and dances and cheers, they'll likely be taking a class period out of the day to go into the hallways and other classrooms to practice singing.

Yes, this is a chorus contest. Each class chooses from a list of songs that the teachers give them, then they start practicing it as a group. Sometimes they'll start learning it in music class, so they're not completely lost once they start the independent practice.

You'll notice that the teachers will be pretty hands-off during both of these events, but in my case, the culture festival is where the students get the most independence. It's up to them to decide who's going to conduct their "choir", and any students who want to play their class's piano accompaniment will have auditions. This is the kids' time to shine.

I will tell you now, this isn't going to be like a professional choir singing Hallelujah. You're a teacher working with children... they are going to sound like children. Some of them will take this very seriously and put their souls into it, and some are going to use practice time to put their friends into headlocks. Always be supportive of the kids and, if you have a musical background that the school is aware of, you might be asked to listen to the kids and offer advice. I sing, so I do this a lot.

Now, the culture festival is not only singing. At my school, the "chorus contest" portion is done in the morning. We break for lunch, and then the talent show starts. The student council likes to make a fun video to show the school (that is usually very funny), we also have a quiz show in-between acts, and the kids can show their talents. This can involve playing the piano (last year we had a gorgeous Ghibli medley), manzai (Japanese comedy skit), a group of kids who can play instruments play something together, and dancing. So many TikTok dances, so many smiles and laughs.

You'll be in a larger area at your school for this, usually the gym, but every school is a little different, so make sure you have the details from another teacher to make sure you don't end up waiting for everyone in a completely different area of the school.

Words of Advice?

These events are a lot of hard work to prepare. The teachers try to get the scheduling and materials together so that the kids can be independent, learn some teamwork, and make memories that they're going to keep with them for many years to come. While your job as an ALT is, of course, to help facilitate the use of English at school, it's also to give the students a positive connection to the English-speaking world through you. Have fun, be there, be present.

If you have any experiences about these two events on an elementary school scale, I would love to hear them! Thanks for reading, and I'll see you at the next post!

#assistant language teacher #tips #advice #japan #school #work #Japanese sports day #Japanese culture festival

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 years

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The Art Of Aging

BY SPARROW • APRIL 2017

As you read this essay, you are aging. The older you get, the more you become an emissary from a vanished world — in my case, a world of black-and-white photographs taken by a Brownie camera, the sun bleaching the faces of the squinting subjects.

What is your strategy for getting older? Follow these handy tips, and time will be your ally.

LEARN TO FAIL Most of us attempt to get better at our hobbies and careers. We want to improve as tennis players, as firefighters, as sushi chefs. But we forget that failure is also a talent — often a more adaptive talent than success. Life is mainly a series of defeats that usually catch us unawares. But if you willfully undertake projects at which you’re destined to fail — designing a solar-powered rocket ship, for example — you’ll develop the strength necessary to live for years and years and years. So choose a task you’ll never do well, and start trying. (Possibly, just by dumb luck, you’ll build a solar-powered rocket ship.)

DO EVERYTHING AS SLOWLY AS POSSIBLE In a novel whose title I’m too old to remember, a character believed he would live longer by doing tedious, repetitive tasks, like taking apart a radio and putting it back together. Try this yourself. For example, when you leave the bathtub, dry yourself so slowly that most of the water just evaporates. If you live slowly enough, one hour becomes two.

REMEMBER: MIRACLES ARE REAL Every year more than 1,600 medical miracles are recorded in Canada alone. (I invented this statistic, but it could be true.) Cancer sufferers are suddenly cured; arthritis disappears. Do these miracles come from God? No one knows. The point is: never lose hope.

TAKE NAPS Napping is an art, like ceramics. A great nap can reinvent a day. You awake to clearer, fresher air — happier air. And old people are allowed to nap. In fact, it’s considered a virtue.

HAVE TEA WITH FRIENDS Coffee is for chatting; tea is for real talk. (Coffee suggests a “coffee break” — a rushed, finite time. Tea is timeless.)

ASK FOR HELP All of us need assistance, and as we age, we need more of it. By the time you’re seventy-nine, you’ll need more friends than ever. So start asking for help — with cooking, folding towels, dog grooming. Ask young people, but also ask the aged, even people older than yourself. (Three hundred octogenarians can lift a car easily, if they act together.)

I have a friend — I’ll call him Portsmouth Pete — who in his youth would ask every single woman at a party to have sex with him. More often than you’d expect, one would say yes. (His ratio of success was approximately 1 in 26.) Once you are aged, you need the same spirit of blithe request. Who knows why people might wish to help you? Perhaps their guru told them to. Perhaps they’re incredibly bored, or they’re plagued by guilt because they recently robbed a bank. In any case, there’s no harm in asking. And don’t be bitter if they say no. Notice whether this 1:26 ratio holds true in old age, too.

TAKE WALKS IN THE WOODS The Japanese have a word for a nature walk: shinrin-yoku, which translates as “forest bathing.” Scientific studies show that forest bathing reduces stress, anger, insomnia, and anxiety. (Really.) Find a nearby — or distant — forest, and go for a hike. The best weather is a light mist, just less than a drizzle, when the leaves sparkle with quasi-sexual alertness.

WEAR IRONIC CLOTHES Once you are older than fifty, it’s perfectly acceptable to wear a shirt with pictures of large toucans on it. You may wear a necktie if you’re a woman or a tiara if you’re a man. Your clothing says: “At my age I can dress as absurdly as I like. The rigid Laws of Fashion no longer confine me.”

WRITE POEMS ABOUT GROWING OLDER Here is one of mine:

Time Traveler

I’m a time traveler: I’ve traveled from 1953 to 2017.

GO TOO FAR If you’re walking from the bathroom to the kitchen, walk a little farther, to the vestibule; then turn around — or maybe spin around — and proceed to the kitchen. Over the course of six months this extra walking adds 12 percent to your muscle tone. (I invented this statistic, too.)

STOP WORRYING ABOUT BECOMING FAMOUS Until you’re twenty-four, there’s a chance you’ll be a celebrity, even if you’re completely talentless, but as the years go on, that possibility diminishes. By the time you’re seventy-one, it’s infinitesimal. Also, you’ve lost touch with the inner circle of pop culture. You open People magazine, and you’ve never even heard of any of the stars. (OK, maybe two out of eighty.) There’s a whole new pantheon of harmless-looking people with interchangeable names like Ryan Fletcher and Owen Basil, as mysterious as Polynesian deities. Besides, you’re already famous in your neighborhood, or in your occupation — known as a trustworthy orthodontist in northern Long Island or an excellent social worker in Arkansas — and that’s good enough. Instead root for one of your grandchildren to become world-famous.

STUDY ZEN KOANS The older I get, the more I admire Zen Buddhism. When I was a teenager, I’d read a koan like this and be completely baffled:

Pick up a stone deep in the ocean with dry hands.

After I turned fifty-five, such paradoxes began to make sense. There’s an essential duality to the nature of life — between what I want and what I can achieve — that is beginning to penetrate my thick skull. I have even, at stray moments, heard the sound of one hand clapping while walking in a forest, or in downtown St. Louis. I’m not exactly a Zen Buddhist; I’m just old, which is almost the same thing.

REMEMBER: YOU’RE MOVING THROUGH SPACE AS WELL AS TIME Calculate as best you can how far you’ve traveled across the earth’s surface. Instead of saying, “I am seventy-eight years old,” say, “I am 620,000 miles old.”

MAKE A LIST OF YOUR FAILINGS Here are some of mine:

I have a terrible memory.

I have no mechanical ability — for example, I could never fix a toaster.

I’m lazy.

I’m a slow reader.

I dress like a slob.

I never remember anyone’s birthday.

I’m narcissistic.

I’m a poor swimmer.

I’m unskilled in etiquette.

I dislike Christmas.

Post the list on your refrigerator, and consult it daily. How will you improve if you don’t honestly assess yourself?

STAND UP FOR YOUR BELIEFS There’s nothing like a ninety-three-year-old at an antiracism rally to bring tears to everyone’s eyes. Be that person.

GROW WISE Most experts on aging advise “staying young,” but that’s nonsense. The youthful are young; it’s their talent. The aged should instead grow deep in wisdom.

How do you become wise? I have no idea.

#The Sun Magazine #Sparrow #aging #age #humor #words and writing #Arianne Clément

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terubakudan · 3 years

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This may be an old article from 3 years ago, but these cultural aspects/observations still apply even today. And though this is strictly a Chinese perspective, a lot of these everyday life bits are observed in Overseas Chinese communities in countries such as The Philippines, Malaysia, Indonesia, etc. as well as countries heavily influenced by Chinese culture like Taiwan, Japan, and Korea.

I've always liked learning about other cultures and making comparisons between how things are done East vs West. Which probably stems from growing up with two cultures and Mom raising me on American movies xD

So the irony is if you asked me how many Chinese, Taiwanese, or Hong Kong actors I know, chances are I know as much as you do xD Like Jackie Chan, Andy Lau, and that's about it. But if you asked me about Western (specifically American and British) actors, then I have a useless brain dump of movie trivia and who was with who in what movie xD

Hmmm, both Taiwan and the Philippines are two distinct cultures but both look up to a certain country and are fascinated by that. In Taiwan's case, Japan and the US for the Philippines. In both cases, this is due to being under the rule of those countries in their history. Taiwan being under Japan for 50 years, and the Philippines being under Spain for 300+ years, followed by periods of American and Japanese rule. To put it simply though:

Taiwan is "mini-Japan with a very Chinese culture".

The Philippines is "former colony of Spain with lots of American influences".

But unlike the author, I've never set foot in any Western country, so my understandings are strictly what I've observed in media, which while it can be accurate, doesn't compare to actually experiencing the culture.

Some further elaboration on most points:

#1 We quite literally use chopsticks for everything. We use it to pick rice, viands, vegetables, fruit, smaller desserts, almost all the food you can think of.

But where do you put your chopsticks when you're not using them? Just put them on top of your bowl or flat on your plate. But do not ever stick them vertically. It's taboo, since it looks like incense sticks, which we use to pray for those who have passed, like our ancestors or during funerary services.

#3 The majority of Asia is obsessed with fair/white skin. In my time at the Philippines, I grew up watching all these Dove Whitening commercials and my classmates often commented on how fair my skin was, how they envied it etc. In Taiwan, girls often say they don't want to 變黑 (biàn hēi) 'become dark'. Japan and Korea too are not innocent of this either (if their beauty/skin products weren't a dead giveaway).

People here at Taiwan often mistake me for being from Hong Kong or Japan (as long as I don't speak Mandarin with my heavy accent xD). A Taiwanese classmate of mine joked that she often gets mistaken for being from Southeast Asia due to having a darker complexion. And while I laughed it off with her at that time, looking back, I now realize she was lowkey being racist. xD

And believe me Filipinas have mentioned literally being told 'your skin is so dark' here in Taiwan, or being given backhanded compliments like 'you're pretty despite having dark skin' and...*facepalms*

My point is, beauty is not exclusive to skin color. People who still think that are assholes.

#5 Not to say we don't have salt and pepper, but yes soy sauce and vinegar are the classic condiments you see on the table, be it at home or at a restaurant.

And if I may add, Taiwanese love their pepper. xD If you ever get to eat at a night market or a smaller "Mom n' Pop-style" restaurant here, some dishes/soups tend to add quite an excessive amount of pepper. Not like anthills, but quite liberally and way more than average. Enough that you see traces of pepper at the bottom of the food paper bag or swirling in your soup. xD

#6 I know this all too well from personal experience. In my years of studying at Taiwan, I always had roommates. 3 in my first school (I graduated high school in the Philippines pre K-12 so I had to make up 2 years of Senior High), followed by 2 in college, with the exception of 1 in freshman year.

My college did offer single person dorms but at around 9000 NTD ($324) per month compared to around 6000 NTD ($216) per semester. Because I wanted to save, the choice was obvious for me xD. But ah, this doesn't mean I don't value personal space, in fact I love having the room to myself, and since both my roomies would go home to their families every weekend, weekends were bliss for me xD

And you don't have to be friends with your roommates (that's an added bonus however), you just have to get along with them. I was quite lucky to have really great roommates all throughout my schooling years.

#9 In the Philippines, we do. Owing mostly to American influences and maybe being predominantly Catholic? xD

#10 *sigh* Chinese parents and parents from similar Asian cultures tend to put too much emphasis on grades, so much that kids could get sent to cram school as early as elementary. This is because what school you get into could literally affect your future job opportunities, and while that's not exclusive to any particular country/culture, I feel it's especially pronounced here in Asia. I'm really lucky my own parents weren't that strict about it. However, if your parents don't point the mistakes out to you, chances are you'll do it yourself, if you're an Asian kid like me anyway. xD It just becomes a habit.

#11 My family is an exception to this. xD We do say 'I love you' directly, but complete with the 'ah eat well ok?', 'don't scrimp on food', 'sleep well' and similar indirect words/actions of affection. We were doing 'Conceal, Don't Feel' before it became popular. xD

#13 I'm kind of confused about this but this has sort have changed over the years in which eye-contact is now more encouraged. But don't stare, especially at elders and authority figures. Sometimes it's just shyness though. xD And I've observed this with my own Taiwanese friend, especially when I'm complaining or ranting to her about something. xD I'm a person who likes to express my opinions strongly, which tends to scare/alienate some of the locals here, as doing so is kind of frowned upon. Thankfully, she does listen and offers her take on things.

#14 Ah this. xD In the Philippines, this is a common greeting known as beso-beso, and I freaked out too when an auntie did that to me. xD Needless to say, Mom lectured me later on what that was. ^^"

#16 Along with #3 another crazy beauty standard. In my view, people always look better with a little meat on them and when they're not horribly thin. Asia still has a loonng way to go with accepting different types of bodies if you ask me. This combined with modern beauty standards has made the pressure for women especially to 'look beautiful' higher than ever.

I know many people love them but please, starving yourself or glorifying eating disorders is never OK just to get this kind of 'ideal' body. I'm not part of the Kpop fandom, but even I think when idols get bullied just for gaining the least bit of weight among other insensitive comments, that's really going too far.

#17 'If you want to make friends, go eat.' <- I couldn't agree more. In the Philippines we have a greeting: 'Kumain ka na ba?' (Have you eaten?) . Similarly in Taiwan, we have 吃飯了沒? (chī fàn le méi), both of these can mean that in the literal sense but are often used as greetings instead. By then which invitation to having lunch/dinner together may or may not follow. Food really is a way for us to socialize and to catch up with what's going on in each other's lives. Not to say we don't have regular outings like going out to the mall, going shopping, etc. but eating together is a huge part of our culture, be it with family or friends.

And while I'm at it, some memes that are way too accurate good to pass up xD

Parents, uncles, aunties alike will fight over the bill xD

Alternatively:

You just space out until your name is called xD

My parents are guilty of the last one. Logic how? xD

#18 True. xD I like giving compliments out to people but I have a hard time accepting them myself, though I've learnt how to accept them much more now than before. We're kind of raised to constantly downplay ourselves so we often say things like 'ah no no' or 'I'm really not that good'. The downside of this of course is that it can come off as somewhat fake. xD

Again from personal experience, that same classmate who made the lowkey racist remark, she was good, she was on the debate team, was a honor student, knew how to mingle with people, but she downplayed herself way too much, while praising me but I honestly thought that she never really meant it from how she treated me. She wanted to keep me around her yet make backhanded compliments at me and she didn't want me socializing with my other classmate who is now my friend. *sigh* It was only after discussing this with one of my roomies did I realize how this 'excessive downplaying' might come off to people like me who more or less grew up with a more 'Westernized' mindset. I'm not saying brag about your achievements but don't be overly humble about them either, which can also be a turn off.

#20 We do tend to be a lot more realistic on how we view things, neither entirely optimistic nor pessimistic. We try to think of things practically and often analyze things on pure logic. A downside of this however, is that Chinese people can be overly practical. Taiwanese for instance don't like to 'find inconveniences' and generally keep to themselves, meaning, they won't help you in your hour of need even when they do have the capabilities. Sounds really harsh I know, but in my 6 years of living in Taiwan, while this doesn't apply to all the people, a lot of them really do only find/talk to you when they need something.

So for some people saying Taiwanese are 'friendly', that's BS xD If you ask me, Filipinos are infinitely more friendly, and again while not all, generally make more of an effort to help you when you need it. I really felt more of a real sense of community during my years growing up in the Philippines compared to Taiwan.

#21 Children do tend to stay with their parents well into college and adulthood, since Chinese families are indeed very family-oriented, in a lot of cases, grandparents often live under the same roof as us as well! And it really does save a lot of money. I see there's a real stigma in the US when it comes to "living with your parents", but that's starting to change especially because of Covid and having more and more people move back in with their parents.

Housing unfortunately is pretty much hella expensive no matter where you go, and Taiwan is no exception. Steep housing prices and the very high cost of raising a child (schooling + buxiban fees, etc.) contribute to a very low birth rate and thus an aging population like Japan. It's not uncommon to see both parents working in Taiwan.

#23 I'm an overthinker myself, but I totally agree with the author that the best is to strike a good balance between these two. Which I guess is why I love drawing or any other related creative attempts, it helps me be more spontaneous or well, creative! I like to remain intellectually or artistically inspired.

#24 Is French high school really like that? xD My friend did watch SKAM France and more or less got a culture shock from what was depicted on the show. I can confirm however that most high schools both in the Philippines and Taiwan require students to wear a uniform, only in college is everybody free to wear casual/civilian clothes.

#26 Ah this is part of our Asian gift-giving etiquette xD We always open gifts later after the event/meeting and in private. Never open them in front of the person who gave it to you or in front of others. This is to prevent any 'shame/embarrassment' that may result both to yourself and to the gift giver. I know this may come off as something weird since some people may want a more honest response or immediate feedback when it comes to gift-giving, but that's just how it is in our culture. You're always free to ask us though (in private) if we liked the gift or not ^^"

#28 I want to say the same goes to drinking, partying, and drugs however xD Those are things which are still frowned upon in our culture. And to be honest, whenever I see those in movies, it does kind of turn me off xD It doesn't mean that we're "uncool" or "boring", we just think that there are much better or healthier ways of "having fun".

#31 Is this true in France?! Man I would kind of prefer that instead of people being on their phones all the time xD This kind of goes with #20 in that Chinese are overly practical or logical, and don't read fiction as much as nonfiction. My Taiwanese friend is an exception though, she's a bibliophile who loves the feel of paper books compared to e-books, and it's a trait of her that I like a lot. Both the Philippines and Taiwan however have a huge fanbase when it comes to manga and anime though.

I'm all for reading outside of "designated reading" at schools especially. Reading fiction improves your vocabulary too, and can be quite fun! It helps you imagine and really invest in a world/story, and if you ask me something that I feel Westerners are better at, they're more in touch with their emotions and creativity, and are thus much more able to write compelling or original stories. Believe me, I've seen a fair amount of Chinese movies that rip off Western movie plotlines xD

#33 Nothing much to add on here..except that since I'm a "weird" person, Mom often jokes that she got the wrong baby from the hospital. xD

#35 True. While I agree with the care and concern that your fellow community can give you, the downside of this is we tend to only hang out with our own people, e.g Chinese with Chinese, Taiwanese with Taiwanese, etc. I've seen too that it's especially hard to make friends in Japan and Korea as a foreigner. Not only is there the language barrier, but the differences in culture too. In a way, Asians can be pretty close-minded on getting to know other cultures or actually making friends with people from other countries. I know this all too well being half-Taiwanese/half-Filipino, being neither "Filipino" enough nor "Taiwanese" enough. xD It's more of people here being too used to what they're comfortable with.

#36 Oh this is something I feel that Chinese students and other students from similar cultures should really improve on. xD How will people respect you if you don't speak your mind?

I felt bad especially for my Spanish teacher in college, granted it was an introductory course (Spanish I and II) but the amount of times that our teacher had to prompt a student to recite/speak even with clear hints already made her (and me too) extremely frustrated. The thing is, these are college students, I personally feel they don't have any reason to be so shy of speaking and technically by not doing so they're slowing the pace of the class too much and a lot of time is wasted.

Unfortunately you can't always be very vocal with your thoughts and opinions in most Asian cultures. I would say strive for that, but at the same time, play your cards well, especially if you're in a workplace setting.

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading and here's a cookie! 🍪 I'm not perfect and there's bound to be something I missed so please let me know if you spotted anything wrong. Feedback/questions are very much welcome and please feel free to share about your country/culture's differences or similarities!

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I was rereading the iconic reunion at baltimore and this came to me and I can't not write it (even though I have a half finished chapter waiting to be written for a fic for a whole different fandom but who cares right)

in which neil regrets realizes that the feds were on to something when they talked about witness protection program. brace yourselves, it's angst time bby. please bear with me, I don't write stuff like this, content and format wise.

so everyone knows what goes down in baltimore. everyone knows that famous college exy striker for the foxes neil josten has been the son of the butcher of baltimore all along, and that smth happened after he was kidnapped and tortured that resulted in the butcher and some associates to be killed. everyone knows that neil walked out alive, injured but alive. so when a few weeks, months later, associates of the butcher start getting raided and taken in custody, everyone knows exactly who opened his little mouth and revealed everything he knows (bc there's literally no one else who could know this stuff and would be willing to share with the fucking feds, no one has a death wish)

It's a slow process. It starts with the feeling of not being safe, which is ridiculous, because he hasn't been quite as safe as he is right now, with the foxes, his family, and most importantly with Andrew. They're on summer break, technically speaking, even if they're at campus for practice because they gotta train the new foxes. They're barely doing anything than hanging out together and training, but still Neil can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, that someone is watching him, but he doesn't say anything, because it doesn't make sense, he's just being paranoid, there's no need to panic.

Neil can swear he's being watched. He feels the dread whenever he's out of the dorm, when he's out running, when they go out to eat something, when they go to the mall, on their way to practice, at Eden's. But when he looks around there's no one looking, it's been weeks and nothing has happened, he hasn't seen anyone.

Neil can tell Andrew is growing suspicious of the way he checks out a place, the way his eyes trace every corner, every exit, because he's starting to fall back in old habits, and he knows Andrew hates it. But Andrew doesn't ask, he knows that Neil will speak when he feels ready, so he lets it go, even if he can't quite let got of the worry clawing at his heart.

But everything keeps going normally, things are fine, everything is fine fine fine. Neil doesn't talk about it, but it's fine really. Until it's not fine at all, but it's also too late to talk now because his head is fuzzy and throbbing, and he feels like he might throw up and he feels pain even if he's not sure where the pain is coming from. But he can't do anything now, he can't tell Andrew how he's been feeling dread for weeks, because a man whose name he doesn't even know but whose face is awfully familiar is standing right in front of him where he lies on the floor, and the situation is also awfully familiar.

Stop being a martyr. Oh Andrew would kill him. If Neil gets out of this alive, Andrew will kill him, because he left again. He didn't want to, he really didn't. He was out on a run while Andrew was in therapy with Bee and Aaron, a couple miles away from fox tower, when a car pulled up right in front of him, two men wearing hoods and sunglasses stepping out and standing in front of him. He came to a halt, trying his best to keep calm because who the hell were these men and what did they want and for fucks sake can this just stop? It would have been smart to turn around and try to get back to the tower but he can't ever keep his mouth shut can he?

"Look I don't know who you are, I don't care what you want, but you're in my way, so move away if you know what's best." He intended to go for more sarcastic, but he was doing his best not to panic, so that had to do.

"You're coming with us, get in the car, or we'll do this the hard way." Their voices said they wouldn't hesitate, but Neil laughed anyway, that smile he knew was the Butcher's resting on his lips. Anything to make the men leave. He opened his mouth and then- "The Minyard twins are at Dr. Dobson's office. Reynolds, Walker, and Wilds are at the mall. Hemmick, Boyd and Day are in the dorms. The newbies are at the dorms as well. Come with us the easy way and we'll let them walk out of their respective places alive, Nathaniel."

And he was fucked. Of course he hadn't been safe, he would never be safe. In fact no one he cared about would ever be safe. He should have known better. But he wasn't going to let the foxes be harmed.

"How do I know you won't kill them anyway?" The snark was gone, the smile vanished. His face was blank and dangerous, because he'd done this before. "I don't even know who you are, you're obviously not the big guys, and I don't remember seeing your faces."

"We don't want to attract unnecessary attention. All we care about is you. If you come, you spare us all the trouble. As for who we are, let's just say someone is pissed at the piece of shit that ruined everything."

"The Butcher's friends then. I can't argue with that, it's a habit of mine to fuck up. Ichirou won't be too happy if something happened." He played his strongest card but fuck it. The Moriyamas owed him protection, Ichirou himself had made a deal with him.

"The moment they turned their backs to the Wesninski and made a deal with Hatford, those Japanese shits mean nothing to us." These were desperate men apparently. If the Moriyamas were nothing, the FBI was even less. "Time is running Nathaniel, decide. You or them?"

Andrew would kill him, but they'd talked about it before. Neil had told Andrew. If it means losing you, then no. He would not put himself first. Hell, he'd told the others before, the Foxes were all he had, he wasn't going to risk them for himself, not for anything. He needed to keep them safe.

So now he's lying on the cold wooden floor of some house or shed or whatever, drowsy from whatever they drugged him with once he got in the car, and in pain after being beaten for the last hour or so. He didn't bother asking the man (who is obviously in charge and sent the two men) for a name, and honestly he still doesn't plan to. What was the point of that anyway? He just looks up at the cold brown eyes of the man standing over him, Neil's face as neutral as he could keep it despite the fear of not making it out alive threatening to pull him under. The man just stares at him, calculative eyes and cruel smile, and Neil can't take it.

"What, so you're just gonna stand there? I have better shit to do." He hears the slur in his voice, wonders if it's just the drugs or something else. A concussion is likely. He's met with silence, so he closes his eyes and lays his head down. Fuck he's tired of these situations. He truly will never be safe, no one will-

"You know, I was expecting so much more from you Nathaniel," the man says with a laugh, "I was told that you'd put up a fight, I thought this would be fun. They said you'd beg for your precious life, but you haven't even made an effort."

Whoever his source was, they definitely do not know Neil, or Nathaniel for that matter. Not only is he not going to risk the men hurting the others, but he isn't going to fight, not against so many of them, not when running would be more likely to get him out alive. He isn't going to let them know that. "First go fuck yourself, and second, this isn't remotely close to entertaining to what I've been through, maybe if it was more interesting."

What does Andrew say? Regret is worthless? It seems right, because he can't find regret in what he said, even if his face is a bloody mess (what's new?) and his body shakes with shivers, after his head is held underwater so many times. No, he doesn't regret it. Instead he finds himself laughing a hollow thing.

"Y'know at least others have had a point, this time it's just for the fun of it, and it's not being much fun." His voice cracks a couple times, hoarse from coughing up water.

"You're right though, it is for fun. You cost me absolutely everything Nathaniel. Did you know the feds and the Moriyamas have been after us for months? Hunting us like we're rabbits, all because you decided to be a dipshit and open your mouth. You should be dead. You should have died ten years ago, back in March, anytime. All your existence caused us is trouble. And ratting us to the feds wasn't enough was it? No you told Ichirou all of the Butcher's men were loose ends, too." The man took a deep breath, composing himself. "So yes Nathaniel, this is for fun. This is payback, you've cost many lives, this is retribution for speaking, and I'm gonna enjoy seeing you have fun for as long as I can."

At some point, after hours, he's left alone in the dark, in the cold. He knows he’s in pain. He’s pretty sure his arm is broken, and so are several ribs. He knows he should be in a lot of pain, but he's just numb. Regret is worthless. Because even if he feels even worse than how he felt last winter at Evermore, he doesn’t regret it. He can’t be sure the guy’s men were truly going to kill the Foxes, but he doesn’t regret coming here to make sure the others don’t suffer more than they already have because of him. He wonders if Andrew will forgive him. He didn’t leave proof that he didn’t want to leave this time. Would Andrew think he left them - him? God, he hopes not. Would Andrew look for Neil or leave it thinking that Neil wanted to leave?

It doesn’t really matter, though. Neil is so tired. This time isn’t like when he was on the run or when he went to Evermore or when Lola took him. While with the Ravens, Kevin knew he was there at least, if anything were to happen, a person would know where to look somehow. At Baltimore, several people knew the most likely place to find him; Uncle Stewart, the Hatfords, Kevin again. He has no idea of where he is, or who took him, and no one knows he’s been taken in the first place. No one will ever find him.

Maybe it’s better that way, he thinks. No one will have to deal with the burden of him or his disappearance or his death, because no one will know. The simple thing would be to assume he ran. He hopes they assume he ran. Maybe they’ll be hurt, but haven’t they been expecting him to run? They won’t make it to championships without him considering Jack is an awful striker, but Kevin will manage. Andrew - Andrew is the one who expects him to run the most, maybe he’ll take it nicely. Neil hopes he takes it nicely. Guilt blossoms among the nothingness in his chest, but he can’t take it back, and he doesn’t want to. It’s better this way. No one will find him, but that’s fine. He wonders what the Moriyamas will do. He doesn’t want to think about that. He thinks of Andrew, the kisses, the care, the love, the nights spent together. Thank you, you were amazing. He wishes he could tell him how much he cares one last time. He feels something wet slip down his face. He can’t tell if it’s water, blood or tears. He sighs. He thinks of Andrew, and his eyes slip close.

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Takari Week 2021, Day 1 - Sibling Shenanigans.

Things have gotten too bad, Taichi and Yamato need an intervention. And if they pay close attention, they might learn something important.

Nah, who we kidding.

Written as part of @takariweek

In some ways, Yamato was Taichi’s closest friend. They had gone through hell and back together, forming an unbreakable bond.

That said, they had different tastes in music, TV, and basically anything. Taichi preferred to watch sports and anime, Yamato preferred dramas and cooking shows. Taichi flourished in the company of others, Yamato demurred in the presence of anyone he wasn’t familiar with.

But one pastime they could both agree on was a good old fashion round of Smash. Whenever it was just the two of them, they generally sat down, fired up the N64, and just let their preferred characters bash one out.

As they were doing until a few seconds ago when an unsightly banner obscured their view of the television. “intervention” was proudly displayed, with one ‘i’ dotted with the crest of courage and the other with the crest of friendship. The phrase was repeated in Japanese, just underneath, in case the translation caused them to miss the point.

Either end of the banner was affixed to a small wooden tripod, being gently lowered to the ground by a devious sibling.

“What’s going on?” Yamato grumbled, still mashing buttons on the control in hopes of gaining an edge. “And when did you even have time to make that?”

Hikari ignored the protestation “We’re here because we’re your family and we care about you. We hoped that time would heal this wound, but time is no longer on our side. You two will be going to college soon, and we need to break through to you before too late.”

“What are you talking about?” Taichi asked. “We were in the middle of something.”

“Smash can wait, we can’t keep putting this off.” She took a deep breath. “This may be hard to hear, but please understand, it needs to be said: You are atrocious when talking to girls.”

“What?”

“Look Taichi, you’ve already near exhausted all your high school options, if something doesn’t change, you’re going to end up alone and unloved, filling your apartment with pets for some form of companionship.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” he asked. She solemnly shook her head ‘No’ in response.

“Can I go?” Yamato cut in. “I have a girlfriend, if you remember. We’ve been dating for years now.”

“Yes, and she still calls me to rant about it after every date.” Takeru cut. “I can only clean up your messes for so long Yamato, you have to learn how to do it yourself. Or better yet, don’t make messes in the first place.”

“Ouch.” Taichi said, casting a sideways glance at his co-captive.

“You aren’t any better Taichi,” Hikari shot, “You had seven people and eight Digimon wingmaning you on a simple phone call, and you still managed to mess it up.”

This time it was Yamato who glanced at Taichi.

“Now.” Takeru said “The first thing you need to learn is observation. If you pay attention to someone and signal that you notice when something changes. This shows you care enough about the other person to actually look at them and remember what they looked like yesterday.”

He cleared his throat, “For example, if say, your girlfriend decides to style her hair differently, you should maybe compliment the style change, instead of being oblivious. Wouldn’t you say, Yamato?”

“It was one time.” Yamato grumbled.

“Perhaps a practical demonstration would be better.” Hikari said. “Oh, Takeru, Honey, sorry I’m late, the train was delayed.”

“Don’t worry about it Babe, I’m just glad you’re here. Hey is that a new ring?”

“Why yes, thank you for noticing,” she said, bringing her hands up and giving the ring a twirl. “my BFF got it for me as an end-of-middle school present.”

“Ahh, I could tell it was someone close to you, that’s your birthstone on top right?”

“Yep.”

Takeru turned back towards his unwillingly captive audience. “See how I not only noticed the ring, remarked upon it, but also showed I remember her birth date.”

Taichi looked across at Yamato, “Do you know any of the birthstones?” A shrug was the only answer.

“You may think observation is only for what you can see, but it’s deeper than that. Any piece of information falls under observation, and if you like a girl, you will do your best to remember anything you learn about her.” Hikari said.

“Observation is really important, right Hikari?” Takeru asked.

“Very, but knowing everything can’t help if you don’t know how to use it. Which brings us to lesson two.”

“Is this whole thing just a ploy for your sister to practice being a teacher?” Yamato muttered.

“Tact!” Hikari and Takeru declared in unison.

“Tact is pretty tricky. You mostly define it by what not to do. Like not being a dumbass.” Takeru said.

“True, tact can be hard to see when done well. It’s basically about avoiding the obvious traps. For example, when calling a girl whose Maine coon died recently, you should maybe try and avoid mentions about that dead cat, unless she needs to vent. Isn’t that right, Taichi?”

“That was one time.” He protested.

“Right, right, a demonstration?” Takeru asked, pulling a magazine out from behind his back, and pretending to flip through the pages.

“Oh Honey, there you are.” Hikari said looking him up and down. She paused for a few seconds, then pulled lightly on his arm. “Say, I hear there’s a Harry Potter-themed escape room running these days, how about we go there on our next date.”

Takeru put the magazine down “Oh, what’s that? Thanks Babe.” he asked.

Hikari turned back towards the couch. “Notice how I observed the story about his favorite basketball star being caught in a scandal, and deflected toward other interests, instead of stepping on that land mine.”

“How would we even think to notice that?” Yamato grumbled.

“With observation of course.” Takeru replied. “Notice everything, even the things that aren’t being conveyed directly.”

“Being perfect might work for you Takeru, but some of us are human.” Taichi said.

“Oh, I’m hardly the only guy with a girlfriend. You just have to put some effort in.” Takeru said, “Which is as good a segue as any to topic three: Compliments.”

“I know how to give a compliment.” Taichi said.

“Do you?” Hikari asked. “So if you were at the beach with say Sora, or Mimi, or Meiko, you would be able to properly compliment their swimsuits?”

“One time!” Yamato and Taichi yelled together.

“And yet three failures. Pretty poor performance when you think about it.” Takeru said.

“Compliments can be tricky; they require you to combine the previous two skills. You need to observe someone so the compliment makes sense, but you also need tact. Something that’s a compliment to one person may be a touchy subject to another.” Hikari explained.

“Especially when it comes to appearance and body parts,” Takeru said, “and you don’t want to get too accustomed to your compliments either, keep them fresh and exciting.”

“It’s amazing isn’t it Taichi?” Yamato asked.

“So many words and I don’t think they said anything.” He agreed.

“Perhaps the demonstration then.” Takeru said, turning to his partner. “Hikari, I saw you reading to some of the elementary students today, boy am I lucky to have such a kind girlfriend.”

“Don’t mention it. I enjoy it, and I like to think they did too. Say, can you open this jar for me? It should be easy for a strong man like you.” Hikari said.

Takeru mimed grabbing and opening a jar. “Anything for you Babe, say, is that a new shirt, you look positively radiant today.”

Hikari raised her hand to cover her giggle, “I’m so glad I have such a funny boyfriend. You know this is the school uniform, I’ve been wearing it for almost three years now.”

“Huh, you’re right. I guess I never noticed, every time I look at you I can’t help but be overwhelmed by those pools of milky hazel, whenever I see them, my troubles float away and I feel like I have the strength of a thousand men. I could spend hours just staring into those wells of pure emotion.”

“I, uh, uhh, I like your eyes too?”

Takeru let out a large laugh and the pair turned back to the couch to find it no longer occupied.

“That’s no good. They’ll never learn like this.” Takeru admonished

Hikari raised her hands again, twirling the promise ring on her finger. “Do you think they noticed?” she asked.

“Them? No way.” Takeru replied, “but that’s what makes it fun. See how long it takes before they catch on.”

“What if someone else tells them we’re dating first?”

Takeru shrugged, “Just say we already told them, they just weren’t paying enough attention.”

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shuu Dark [08]

ー The scene starts in the study room

Yui: Lacking, you say...?

You mean that Shuu-san as the eldest son is...unfitting to become the next heir?

Reiji: ...The exact opposite.

Exactly because he is suitable to inherit the throne, I am frustrated by his current behavior.

Yui: Eh...?

Reiji: While I hate to admit it, Shuu possesses qualities which I simply do not.

Furthermore, right now is the ideal timing to put those abilities to their maximum potential. This is what Father wishes for as well...

...No matter how desperately I try, it is something I cannot accomplish.

Yui: Reiji-san...

Reiji: That being said, I do not intend to hold a grudge towards him still.

Right now, I have learnt that there is simply nothing more foolish than to ask for the impossible.

Which is exactly why I want Shuu to have some self-awareness. Not only as the eldest son of this household, but as the future heir.

As this is the one thing nobody else can do in his place.

Yui: ( Reiji-san...actually acknowledges Shuu-san. )

( Because he acknowledges him, he expects things from him. If he did not have any expectations at all, he wouldn’t say all of this. )

( If Shuu-san actually does ascend the throne one day...I’m sure the two of them will have an excellent relationship. )

Reiji: This might be a bothersome issue to you, of course.

Yui: Eh? Not at all!

I believe Shuu is suitable as the heir as well.

Reiji: Even though he is that much of a sloth? As the person closest to him, you should know that even better than me.

Yui: I believe he is, exactly because I’ve spent time by his side. I’m more than aware that there’s times where he can be reliable.

Reiji: ...I see. It seems that I’ve fallen victim to having to listen to you gush about how great he is. (1)

Yui: I-I didn’t mean to...

Uhm, Reiji-san? Isn’t there anything I can do?

Reiji: You? However...You are on Shuu’s side, no?

Yui: Exactly. I mean, you are doing this for Shuu-san as well, aren’t you?

Reiji: ...It is not for Shuu’s sake. But for Father and the family’s reputation.

Yui: Which indirectly benefits Shuu-san as well. In that case, I want to help out somehow too.

( I don’t intend to meddle too much, but I want to at least try and support Shuu-san a little where I can. )

Reiji: ...Don’t blame me if this ends up upsetting Shuu?

Yui: D-Do you think it will?

Reiji: Fufu...I wonder. Well, if you are willing to help, I suppose I shall take you up on your offer.

I shall be counting on you, for the sake of the Sakamaki household...and Shuu.

Yui: Yes!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the bedroom

*Creaaaak*

*Thud*

Yui: ( ...I’m glad I asked Reiji-san for advice. I just couldn’t do it on my own after all. )

( I hope this means Shuu-san will have to worry a little less at least... )

Shuu: ...You’re finally here.

Yui: Eh?

Shuu-san!?

Shuu: You’re late. How long were you gonna keep me waiting?

Yui: W-Why are you here? This is my room.

Shuu: Does that really matter?

...So, where were you?

Yui: With Reiji-san. To deliver your message...

Shuu: Hm...

Yui: ‘Hm’...?

Shuu: ...Gonna sleep.

Yui: Eh? P-Please wait! Right here?

Shuu: Got a problem with that?

Selection

→ I do!

Yui: I do! This is my room after all.

Shuu: You are mine, so all of your things automatically belong to me as well.

Yui: ( His logic’s twisted... )

Shuu: I’m tired. Keep quiet.

Yui: ( Geez... )

→ ...I don’t (♡)

Yui: ( I want to tell him this is my room but...I came here without an invitation so I can’t say that with confidence... )

...I don’t.

Shuu: Then keep quiet.

Yui: ( ... )

Yui: ( I wonder if it would be easier for him to talk to me if I learnt a thing or two about their family. )

( I’ll have Reiji-san teach me next time. So I can at least help out Shuu-san a little... )

Shuu: ...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the study room

Reiji: ーー Our family, you ask?

Yui: Yes. When I started thinking about it, I realized that I don’t really know much. Will you tell me?

Reiji: I do not mind, however...It is not related to you, is it?

Yui: It might not, but I do think it’d be best to know.

Reiji: ...I see. I do not dislike those eager to learn.

Then allow me to explain. Telling you everything will be difficult - of course - but if you are fine with just the bare minimum.

Yui: Yes please!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Yui: ...Haah.

( I had a faint suspicion already, but being the next heir really is troublesome in more than just one way, huh? Just listening to the explanation made my head spin... )

( I honestly understand now why Shuu-san doesn’t seem too thrilled about it. )

( ...Huh? Over there, is that...? )

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( It really is Shuu-san. He’s sleeping on the floor again... )

Shuu-san.

Shuu: ...

Yui: Come on, Shuu-san. Wake up, please.

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: ...What?

Yui: If you sleep here, somebody will step on you. If you want to sleep, you can do so on the couch or in your roーー

Shuu: Shut up...Where I sleep is none of your business, right?

For one...Where have you been this whole time? You weren’t in your room, right?

Yui: Eh? Ah, yes. I went to see Reiji-san for a bit...

Shuu: ...

Don’t come to me only when it benefits you. That sort of stuff is annoying.

ー Shuu walks away

Yui: Ah...

( ...I wonder if he thinks of me as a bother? )

( In that case, he’ll probably think of what I’m doing right now as unnecessary meddling too... )

ー The scene shifts to the bedroom

Shuu: ...

...Fuck. Why am I irritated?

( I know she has been spending time with Reiji as of late. As well as that it’s related to me. )

( Knowing Reiji, it’s probably the usual nagging about me being ‘the eldest son’ or ‘the heir to the throne’. )

( I don’t think there’s actually something going on between those two at this point but still... )

( ...I just don’t like it. It grinds my gears. )

...Che.

( I know. It’s ridiculous jealousy. )

( ...Why do all these people want to put someone like me on the throne? )

( I’m a narrow-minded man who grows jealous over the thought of his woman being taken by his younger brother. I’m obviously not suited to be the heir. )

...All of them should just realize that already...

Monologue

I want to be helpful to Shuu-san.

I want to feel him close (近く) to me, even just a little.

Now that I think of it, those feelings of mine,

are most definitely self-conceit.

No wonder Shuu-san feels,

as if I am an annoyance.

However, if I don’t do this,

I feel as if I will never grow closer to him,

no matter how much time passes.

I wonder if this thought of mine,

is also pure self-conceit (ひとりよがり)?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) A passive structure in Japanese can sometimes have the additional connotation that whatever is happening affects you in a negative way, or it is something you do not enjoy. For example, they will use the passive structures of verbs such as ‘to rain’ when you got stuck in a downpour and ended up drenched, or the passive structure of ‘to cry’ when you had a baby or child cry in your vicinity and you felt uncomfortable because of it.

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Can you do HCs of Shinsou, Amajiki, Bakugo; teen!Aizawa with a South African s/o who has people saying some annoying comments to her just bc she's from Africa. Like someone says that they're sorry that she struggled with poverty (girl is from a super wealthy family that can buy their family), or say some gibberish with clicks and asks her to translate (s/o can speak five languages: English, Zulu, Xhosa, Afrikaans, and Japanese; understand others. Xhosa has clicks). They ask her if she had...

Melanin Goddess

Hello my dear! I hope this makes your day or night! Thank you for requesting and have a great day! I changed the last one to one that even I had to explain to a friend of mine before who was another race. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Cursing

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* Let’s start off with one thing here, Hitoshi doesn’t like violence unless he has to use it. He doesn’t mind kicking ass for you.

* You may be independent and can defend for yourself and all, but there are times where he’d use his quirk for the stupidity that people ask you.

* You were just chilling, sitting with your boyfriend and enjoying your lovely lunch.

* Everything was fine and dandy until you heard a tray click onto the other side of the table, across from you.

* Your eyes looked at the figure above you, you didn’t know who she was so it didn’t bother you.

* “You’re from South Africa right?” She asked, looking at you. You cleared your throat and smiled. “Yes, I am.”

* The moment you responded with that. She squealed and sat down. “So! You must’ve had to hunt for food, right?! You’re like a warrior huh?” She asked.

* Hold the hell up? Did you...DID YOU?!

* Hunt?! HUNTING WHAT?! WHO THE FUCK DO I LOOK LIKE?! EEP FROM CROODS?!

* “No, I never had to do that.” You said, laughing awkwardly. “Really? I though you had to, that’s what I see in the movies.” She continued.

* “Well, Everything on the movies isn’t always correct.” Shinsou would butt in, his annoyance obvious in his voice .

* “I was jus-“

* “stand up..” he ordered, suddenly taking control of her.

* He hates how people are quick to judge based on what’s shown within the media of your country.

* Regardless of what others think of you or your country, you’re perfect in his eyes. You’re the best thing walking and there was nothing that could ever possibly change that.

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* Young Shouta is the same as he is now, just probably sleeping less than before.

* You, Present Mic, Shouta, Midnight and Shirakumo. The small group were laughing and giggling about random issues and topics going on within the world at the moment while walking home.

* The golden hour was glowing off your skin while Shouta held your hand, glancing every now and then to see your gorgeous smile.

* “I still can’t believe you’re from South Africa, I know it’s absolutely gorgeous!” Midnight commented while you two stepped into the train.

* “She’s not from Africa..” someone commented, catching the whole group off guard.

* “Excuse me?” You asked as a man looked over.

* “You can obviously tell she’s not African, they’re poor. She’s obviously an American.” He said as Present Mic’s face tightened a bit.

* “Yo, I’m not gonna al-“

* “He’s just a miserable idiot who doesn’t have anything else better to do then to listen to teenagers conversations, obsess over young girls and deal with his shitty life. I suggest you find something else to listen to old man, you wouldn’t know anything about what’s mine even if you had the chance.” Shouta said, leaving you and Midnight speechless.

* “OH! Here’s our stop!” Shirakumo quickly responded, happy to hear the train stop. The fluffy boy pushed his group out as quickly as he could to avoid the anger of the middle aged man.

* His grip on your hand stayed tight, he despised know-it-all’s. Especially the ones who claims that you’re not who you are.

* You’re Y/N, and regardless if your country is rich or not. He’ll always love you.

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* He hates how ignorant people can act and be with it comes to you.

* He seriously despises it within the highest degree, it makes him want to blast any asshole who THINKS about saying some dumbass shit to you.

* This included his friends or anyone to be exact.

* The Baku-squad was just chilling, relaxing at a restaurant. His arm was slung over your shoulders and you were close to him, looking absolutely adorable in Mina’s eyes.

* Denki was seeing a girl..who’s personality wasn’t necessarily up to par to put it in kind words. But in Bakugo’s term, She was a bitch.

* “I have a question.” She said suddenly, gathering everyone’s attention within the circle booth. “I notice you’re South African right, Y/N? (She said your name wrong.)”

* “Yeah, born and raised before moving here, what’s up?” You questioned.

* “You never really dress like a African, I noticed.” She said as Sero spat his drink back out.

* Kirishima’s eyes snapped wide before he looked towards Bakugo who’s glare was darted at her.

* “I just noticed that, and I-“

* “LET ME EDUCATE YOU ON SOME SHIT, BRITTANY!” Mina said as she slapped her hand on the table. “It’s pronounced Y/N. Say it right or don’t say it at all, Next. Just because she’s from Africa doesn’t mean she should dress like one. You’re from Jaku City but you dress like you’re from America with the absolute bullshit all over you. Third and last, I don’t like you. I don’t give a fuck if you’re Denki’s bitch, don’t ever talk shit to my girl like that ever again, clear?” She said, showing a different side to her that left everyone speechless.

* You smirked, knowing you’ve been teaching her to the secret dark-side that she hardly channels.

* Even though, Bakugo let Mina have this one. The next one we going to be his victim because he’s going to defend for you and your country. He loves that Melanin honey.

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* He’s a obvious shy, silent but deadly type. I love him as a character but I can’t fully relate to him like I would with others.

* Probably because I was once like him before I stopped giving a fuck, ANYWAY! Tamaki is a absolute shy sweetheart when it comes to you. He sees and knows the constant questions and random things you’re asked by younger peers or strangers when they find out that you’re South African.

* Just some people..kinda get the wrong ideas sometimes.

* So, You, Mirio, Tamaki and Nejire were heading to your next class, walking with one another while discussing the ideas for the upcoming festival.

* You were apart of the group who saved Eri, you and Mirio basically took care of her and she’s come to love you and Tamaki.

* You loved how adorably shy your dear boyfriend is and how cute he could be with you, especially when it’s just you and him.

* Suddenly, a other classmate appeared and held his phone to you. “Do you know him?” He asked suddenly, showing you a picture of you and Rock Lock, you were assisting him when you the picture was taken.

* “No, I d-“

* “OF COURSE SHE DOES! The know each other! All of them know each other.” His friend said from behind, stepping beside his friend.

* It’s the ignorance for me.

* You were about to say something with Tamaki’s hand touched yours, grabbing it suddenly. “J-J-Just ignore them, B-Bunny.” He whispered to you. He’s extremely humble and refuses to let you suit down to their level. Without saying a word, you walked forward with your boyfriend.

* Guilt suddenly rushed through his veins when he was pulled by you. “I-I didn’t defend for you, I-I-I’m sorry..” he apologized quickly before you smiled.

* “No, you did. You helped me from being suspended or being another racial stereotype, Tama. Thank you.” You reassured, facing him when you two arrived at the door.

* Your soft hands touched each of his cheeks and you pecked his nose, making blush cover his cheeks.

* He loves you more than he thought he could ever, he was afraid to love at first. Each day with you, just..makes his day better each and every time.

* Regardless of your skin, country or even your quirk. You’ll always be perfectly amazing in his eyes. He just has a hard time expressing it at the moment.

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