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o4o41 · 5 months ago

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Common characteristics for each characters' iteration (when they act differently). And how I connect them, personality-wise.

I seem to think about how I tie the every-tmnt-iteration (past and present) characters in a way that each one won't be OOC (out of character) from another. A justification theories and all.

I did for Leo.

Now I'll do for R and a bit for the M-guy.

In 2003 R was pissy and had a foggy head when pushed too much (agitated, purposefully angered, or neglected might be). M's favorite pastime was to come and bother him, on purpose. Making him angry, knowingly.

You know for M it might be nice for him to have as much of a hyper friend like him as not to disturb and bother his bros. He tries to be positive and pass his time by trolling and being kind of mean to his bros. Esp to Raph when he (emotionaly) wears out quickly.

R has a thick shell like he doesn't really wanna allow anyone unless they know they are genuinelynice. He also likes to pride by achievements (fights perhaps) also has an ego but is defensive for his ego. While Mikey is on the way and playing with it. You know like bothering a tame dragon. On purpose. Like a purposeful d.

R would be glad to have smb to be secure and tame with (not nessessarily a love interest). Like Peter Parker when he goes to Mary Jane (her character majorly lacking, she sucks, clearly writers had no idea with her, who she iswhat her life was that kind of stuff). He goes to her after a very rough day, beatings, struggles, villains, flying etc. But R is stuck with himself. Almost everyone is emotionally stunted, D doesn't have to deal with psychological stuff, he has a hobby, M is a jerk and L seems to like to order around (maybe he doesn't like, depends. When he cant help himself that's when). He might need to meet and talk to a pyichatrist that would be nice. (Imagine the setting)

He is stuck with himself. He and his emotions.

And the bravery. He needs to remind himself to get a hold of himself. Maybe. He doesn't like ... maybe he thinks he has no personality, a monster-freak. He is passionate and ready to fight anyone that gets in the way of their group, but sadly M uses that care and push in order to run against, offender attempts against him. M is a jerk but he wants to stay positive (could be insecure too, why not) and that could mean he can do it on account of his bros. Could be gluttonous and take away kept food without warning.

Everybody is emotionally detached and hurt, and has a "?"sign about many things about themsleves (L is identity, R is his feels that he pretends he doesn'thave and D is focusing on his hobbies and tries to ignore pesky "?"s: depression and clingy thoughts maybe he is a faithful person(there's smth that keeps him gentle is it the TV series? Is it the faith in himself that he can change (life, make it more appealing and comfortable) and play as a benefit to their closed ones?)).

And M needs to have fun(be positive) in a mean way. Like a mosquito.

Edit: my HC for why Rise Mikey is tame. The 3 Brothers have been alright that M is in a position of "being taken care of, fave child and loved" from the 3. While '03 M was super bothersome because 4 were basically equal. So he was less about "being fave and more loved child" part and "parents being more attentive to him and his emotional needs", rather than he is one of tmnt and even viewed more of a slacker and a bothersome bro, rather than someone doing smth worthy and useful for the day. In Rise they came to the consensus and understanding about M. He also needs to be careful because now he has 3 more "parents", who have their own vision for how he needs to be brought up. Maybe beaten up too, a bit abused 🤔 🤷

M is self-serving, while D is detached (has passions and interests that make him feel better accomplishing).

#Tmnt #I've noticed that Ms are not developed #In Rise he has a youngest bro role (ironically people complained about L being just a leader and not knowing much more of him heh #nevermind)#And I also haven't talked about M too.#Leo lives with a code for not to fear and cry and all #As much as he pleases the status quo the further he is away for knowing or understanding who he is suppose to be at the core #as a person #Dysfunctional yet protective family #They might tear each other apart with that row personality and identity.#No empathy just Mikey #Like Genji says 'I need healing'#How can you be affectionate with smb so much that you are bothersome #Who can fathom #D might think bros are cruel and enjoy being one #one of them would've said I don't and you don't know me #Could he (said that and not know them)?#He is generally sheltered but not from his bros who he hangs out the most.#Edit: D is living with dumdums who are sorta dipshit to each other if he stays with them longer he will go and feel apeshit #so he goes to his own corner and do smth useful creating and making stuff (he can be sassy and on point too)#R is very soft and stable when not agitated L and D know #negative energy can ruin a person (D and his bros live in a vacuum they should consider talking #to understand each other more)#Rise R would hug '03 R 🫂#Edit: tmnt rise could get partners with 50% gender ratio #Meaning (like Shredders revenge character introduction order; Karai and Casey Jr were incorporated as a family so Usagi Mona and Mondo wher #they stand) Mikey and Mondo; Leo with Usagi and they are gay; Raph with a reptile maybe a female ('maybe' because since the previous show #makers won't like to shoehorn females into male turtle's crush category; a male gaze); and who's left; with D (who I have mixed with '03 D)#it is hard to tell if he would like to deal with the 4th mentally ill person in his life (an Angel alternative)#but he had really enjoyed dancing and sharing a moment with his idol Atomic Lass even though the character was a costume

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fiilemade · 8 months ago

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“I’d keep you safe.” - Akihiko to Kotone

random dialogue prompts ( accepting! )

"I know that- " ( -but, but, but... )

..She can't help the way her hands fidget, red ribbon quietly tangling in her fingers, tugging at the bow that hangs from her neck. Pulling it looser, ever so slightly off, ever so slightly imperfect.

It's not like her to be nervous. ( Not around you, not... )

She didn't tell you, did she? About the photos that circulated, passed amongst the boys. The culprit still around, somewhere.

( A part of her wonders if he knows, anyways. If they made it to the third years, or if Junpei ever brought it up. But it'd be like Akihiko to never pay that kind of gossip mind, wouldn't it? Just some photo, just some girl... )

"..I'm sorry. I guess I'm being kind of silly, huh? I'd love to come.."

Girls like her shouldn't be scared of venues like that.

#[ic] a fate decided the moment you hit start.#[kotone] love did not save eurydice // so let her save you.#[save file: p3] venture life // burn your dread #galaxythixf #// does a lil dance! gestures even!! kinda rolled with the vibe of him inviting her to an event of some kind?#// maybe like a martial arts tournament or smth like that? idk! go wild We Are Ballin #[ask] friend requests

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glass-clown · 1 year ago

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i remember when i was 2 days away from the flower dance festival and i panicked bc i didnt know much about it, hadnt been keeping track of when it was and who i had 4 hearts with so i could dance with them. can u imagine the look on my face when i checked and the only person i had 4 hearts with was pam.

#how did i get 4 hearts with pam so fast #i dont remember ever giving her gifts???#maybe shes easier to level up friendship with bc shes not a bachelorette or smth??? idk #even tho i make sure to talk to everyone every day but whatever #thankfully i had 3 hearts with who i wanted to date and had a few items they love so i got to dance with them :)#honk.sfx

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arolesbianism · 2 years ago

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Hi gamers guess who's thinking abt unit swap stuff again. Shiho and Saki discussing who would be best fit to play the cast in their musicals knowing full well they're going to assign Honami to the main character like they always do and the Saki will insist on playing the main villain like she always does and then Ichika gets stuck playing every other character while also playing the trumpet like he always does

#rat rambles #sekai posting #unit swap au #shiho initially only does backstage work when it comes to their actual shows but eventually they get talked into taking some on stage roles #also yeah Ive been fleshing them out a bit more but mostly in the concept department as unfortunately there rly isnt much more I can do #without fleshing out wxs too and Im too scared to and also have too few ideas #most of what I've said in the past of each of their general roles in production still holds true but Ive musicalified them #one thing I do want to do with them is have them make more and more connections with the other units as time goes on #so eventually what was initially going to be a 2 person project turns into a whole hord of ppl helping shiho and the gang #this is mostly because of my current vison of unit swap shiho and I think itd be cute to see them be surrounded by so much support #they still mostly insist on only having the 4 of them perform on stage but occasionally rui pops in to help with backstage stuff in shows #shiho is an actual actor in and plenty of folks will show up to help with set design #also fun honami struggling rly hard with acting until eventually it starts to click and suddenly the others keep asking her for advice and #she has absolutely no idea what to tell them because she doesnt even know how she started being able to stand on stage without trembling #let alone how she got to a point where others look up to her acting she just walks on stage blacks out and then wins #the secret is that in the dance club she joined to try to get better endurance minori pushed her into the deep end on accident #you see minori made the club along side airi to basically try to get a better grasp on dancing by teaching it since she had spent most of #her time just learning and practicing by herself and airi was like well maybe a good way to wrap your head around it better would be to #stop bashing your head into the same wall and try changing your perspective with it a bit #or smth like that again still in development stuff #and since minori basically threw herself in the deep end when she was first learning she tried to start similarly with the others #which had mixed results as it meant that they spent a lot longer on parkour than dancing during the first year dvskdhjd #all while minori continued to give everyone else heart attacks every meeting with her messed up cartoon luck #but hey all of this did absolute wonders for honami's physical capabilities and also for her confidence to a degree at least #bad news now saki always tries to write in unecesary action in every scene and shiho has to be like we are not making honami do a backflip #everytime she has a line #also Im sure you could put two and two together by now but yeah saki and shiho write most of the scripts together #ichika usually helps with the music composition and all of them work together to brainstorm and create the set pieces and costumes #they may have like zero budget but they have the power of ✨friendship✨ and also eventually rui #oh yeah and honami plans out most of the choreography with some imput from the others

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hoondrop · 11 days ago

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a/n: first time I wrote smth this long,, almost 6k words guys,, I cannot believe it??? stepping out of my comfort zone?? are we cheering?? anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. please do reblog, comment and let me know how you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

CW: f! reader, fake dating (publicity stunt), rough sex, degradation, dubcon vibes, slapping, spitting, hints at possessiveness, toxic dynamics, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of jealousy, harsh language, verbal humiliation, obsession/control, impact play, spit kink, idol/public image pressure, jungwon is mean and rude, reader is also mean but not that much

The door slams.

You don’t remember opening it for him, but somehow he’s inside your apartment again—breathing hard, jaw tight, sweat still glistening from rehearsal. His hoodie hangs off one shoulder like it’s daring you to tug it off. His eyes are sharp, electric, fucking furious.

“You done being a brat?” he snaps.

You toss your water bottle down. “You done running your mouth ?”

You slam the water bottle onto the table a little too hard. Jungwon’s reflection is already in your mirror, leaning against the doorway like he owns the room. Again.

Jungwon’s already closing the space between you, heat radiating from him like a storm. "Did you really think it was a fucking genius idea to flirt with my members when you and I are supposed to be in a relationship?"

His hand wraps around your wrist firmly, tugging you close to him, fingers digging into your skin. "Do you have any idea what impression the public will get even if it is a stupid publicity stunt?? Be a fucking whore in your own time. But if anything happens to my reputation I sw–"

You poke his chest. “You think you’re the center of everything—”

He scoffs. “Me?? What about you?? You’re just a media puppet. You smile, pose, post—like your entire personality is manufactured in a lab. You don't care about the people around you. In your own stupid little selfish world.. god, you really are a bitch'

“At least I don’t fake humility every time a camera turns on. Your entire brand is pretending you’re not full of yourself.”

You’re toe to toe now, chests rising, breath short. His eyes burn into yours, and it’s not just anger. It’s worse. That thing between you. That unspoken, throbbing charge neither of you will acknowledge out loud.

He laughs under his breath, low and dangerous. “Big words from someone who dances like they’re trying to fuck the camera. Maybe that’s why the fans like you.”

Your mouth falls open. “You bastard—”

“What?” he steps closer, nose nearly touching yours. “Truth too sharp for that little ego?”

He doesn't move. Doesn’t blink.

Just stares down at you, eyes raking over your face, your heaving chest, your lips. The tension thickens—buzzes—crackles between your bodies like lightning waiting to strike.

"Admit it.. you're just jealous that some of your members might have had a taste of my pu-"

“Say one more word,” he warns, voice low, “and I swear I’ll shut you up so thoroughly you’ll forget your own name.”

You smirk. “Try me.”

That’s all it takes.

He crashes into you like a wave hitting concrete. Mouth on yours, messy and hot and mean, all tongue and teeth and no care for gentleness. He kisses you like it’s a fight, and you respond in kind, biting his lip hard, dragging your nails down his back as he forces you up against the couch.

Your head spins with the taste of him. He groans into your mouth, lifting your thighs up over his hips, grinding his bulge against your clothed heat with enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

“You wanna act tough?” he growls against your lips. “Then fucking take it.”

He unzips, cock already hard, flushed dark and glistening with arousal. You barely have time to breathe before he’s got your panties shoved to the side and he’s slapping the heavy weight of his cock against your pussy—smack, smack, smack—loud, filthy, obscene.

You gasp, hips jerking up, chasing him, needy.

He chuckles. “So wet. You always talk this much when you’re soaking my cock before I even slide in?”

“You’re not in yet,” you snap, breathless. “Big talk for someone who’s scared to put it inside.”

“Oh?” He leans down, eyes dark, thumb circling your clit just once—just to make you gasp. “You think I’m scared of this pussy? Baby, I own it.”

He drags the head of his cock through your folds again, coating himself in you, but never giving you more. Every thrust forward is a fake-out—just enough pressure to make your body scream, then he pulls back again.

“Beg,” he says, licking his lips. “Beg for my cock like the pathetic bitch you are.”

You grit your teeth. “Choke on your dick, asshole.”

He laughs, truly laughs, before reaching down and slapping your pussy again, a little harder this time, a wet sound echoing through the room.

“Fuck,” he hisses, watching the way your hips roll helplessly. “You’re creaming for nothing. Not even inside yet and already acting like a whore.”

Your hands dig into his shoulders as you pull him closer, pressing your forehead to his. “Shut up and touch me.”

“Oh, I’m gonna do more than that.”

He tugs your shirt up, lifts your bra, and his mouth is on your tits in seconds—sucking one nipple into his mouth like he’s starving, groaning as his tongue flicks it rapidly, then bites down hard enough to make you gasp.

He switches to the other, hands gripping your sides as he sucks, bites, licks like it’s his only purpose. He doesn’t worship them like something sacred—he devours them like something he possesses.

“You walk around like you’re better than everyone else,” he growls, licking up a bead of sweat between your breasts. “But I know the truth. This body—” he slaps your tit harshly, eliciting a whining scream from your lips, sucking it into his mouth again, “—melts for me.”

Your eyes flutter, lips parting around a moan you refuse to give him.

He pulls back, panting. “Still got that attitude, huh?”

He yanks you off the couch suddenly, spinning you around and pressing you back-first against the wall. His cock grinds into your stomach as he looks down at you, hair messy, lips swollen.

“Hold on.”

You barely have time to catch your breath before he lifts one of your legs, holds it around his waist, and thrusts in.

You cry out—your body arching, arms wrapping around his neck on instinct as he buries himself to the hilt, stretching you so deep you can feel him in your ribs.

“Fuck,” he grits, voice breaking. “You take me like you were made for it.”

You want to insult him. You want to claw his back, spit something cruel.

But all you can do is feel—his cock dragging in and out of you, hitting all the spots he shouldn’t know but does. His grip on your ass is bruising, his breath harsh against your neck as he fucks you into the wall with brutal rhythm.

“Still think you’re in charge?” he pants. “Still wanna act like a bitch when I’m balls-deep inside you, fucking you so hard you’re gonna be dripping me for hours?”

You bite his shoulder, hard, and he moans shamelessly—slapping your ass in return.

The anger and frustration you harbour for him, overwhelms you, paired with the pain and pleasure that was coursing through your body. Not knowing what to do, how to express, how to channel it.. you kiss him again—sloppy, desperate, breathless—tongues tangled, teeth clashing, both of you gasping into each other’s mouths like it hurts not to kiss.

The pace quickens. You’re close... so close it burns.

“Come on, princess,” he growls. “Cream this cock. Show me how much you hate me.”

Your orgasm hits fast, violent, body shuddering against him as your walls clench around his cock.

He groans; deep, possessive, and keeps thrusting through it, chasing his own high.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “So deep you’ll be leaking me during your next schedule.”

He comes with a low, broken moan, burying himself to the base, hips twitching as he spills inside you.

For a moment, the world is quiet—just the sound of heavy breathing and your heart pounding in your chest.

He stays buried inside you, cock twitching, cum already leaking around the base, and still .... still, he doesn't stop.

Doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t give you room to breathe. Just breathes in your ear, teeth scraping your skin as he rolls his hips, slow and taunting.

“You fucking ruined my night,” he snarls against your throat. “And you think I’ll let you walk away like this? Nah, baby. Not after I’ve dumped a load so deep you’ll taste it in your throat.”

You’re gasping, your body wrecked, skin flushed and soaked in sweat. You try to speak, but your jaw trembles.

He grabs your chin, forces your eyes to meet his.

“Don’t look at me like you didn’t fucking love it,” he growls. “I felt this pussy choking me. Like you were begging me to breed you.”

Your lip curls. You spit at him—actually spit, slick and defiant, hitting his cheek. “You talk too much for someone who came in what... thirty seconds? okay fine.. I'll be generous, two minutes.”

He laughs. A real laugh. Twisted and sharp, as he wipes the spit with two fingers and smears it across your mouth.

“You’re lucky I let you come at all,” he mutters. “Desperate fucking whore, moaning like you’d die without my cock. You were dying for it. Don’t lie.”

You snarl, yanking his shirt, dragging him back toward you. “That cock? I've had better... that too from your band mates. You just have a god complex because no one else has the guts to tell you you’re replaceable.”

He growls, pressing you back against the wall, holding your jaw tight enough your lips part, and spits into your mouth. You swallow without flinching. Smirking.

“Keep lying to yourself,” he hisses. “You cream all over me, bite my fucking shoulder, moan like a bitch in heat, and then act like you’ve got the upper hand?”

He slaps your tit—hard. It stings. It sends another pulse of slick between your legs.

Your laugh is breathy and brutal. “Jealous I don’t sob for you the way the others do? I hate you. You’re not special.”

He leans in, tongue licking a stripe up your neck, voice low and wrecked. “You hate me, huh? Then why the fuck do you let me fuck you like I own every inch of your body?”

You grab his hand and shove it between your legs, letting him feel the mess—his cum still inside you, slick everywhere.

He groans, feral.

“Next time,” you whisper in his ear, venom sweet, “You’re gonna get on your fucking knees and beg to taste yourself leaking out of me.”

His fingers twitch. His cock twitches.

Then he grins—teeth, tongue, evil in his eyes.

“I’ll do it with a smile,” he growls. “And I’ll make you sit on my face until you cry.”

He finally pulls out of you with a filthy, wet drag, your body giving one last clench as his cock slips free—coated in cum, swollen, throbbing.

He doesn’t look away from you as he spits on your inner thigh and smears it in.

“Better clean yourself up,” he mutters. “Before someone mistakes you for a professional.”

You step toward him, still naked, body glistening, and smirk.

“And you better pray no one finds out you couldn't keep it in your pants for a pathetic bitch like me.. remind me how long did it take you to cum like a fucking virgin? one minute.... or was it thirty seconds?

His mouth twitches, zipping up his jeans.

“Keep talking, baby,” he mutters. “Next time, I’ll fuck the words out of your throat.”

Then he leaves, slamming the door behind him. Might as well had left some money with how he had used you and walked away.

You lean against the wall, cunt dripping, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a laugh—already throbbing for the next time you get to destroy each other.

#enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen x reader #jungwon smut #yang jungwon smut #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #enhypen jungwon #enhypen yang jungwon #enhypen jungwon smut

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deardiarywrites · 3 months ago

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dealing with the blues : how to manage negative emotions and more ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა rotting vs resting

i know how upsetting life can be sometimes. you want to get better but something happens and life just keeps pushing you down, and you fall further and further into a rut. and because of that, you start to feel even worse. "why am i not doing as good as the others?" , "why am i so xyz?" , "why am i not like her?" etc etc. cmon my love. this isn't the time to compare yourself to others and feel even worse but to slowly dig up the soil, and find out what is actually going on. ♡ just take a day off, babe seriously. sometimes you just need to let yourself be upset and be unproductive yk? there is nooo shame in being unproductive as hell for a day or two. take your time and have a good break. now talking about breaks, we have a problem. are you really resting or rotting? RESTING makes you feel good, happy and energised ROTTING makes you feel guilty, unproductive, sluggish a lot of the times, instead of resting and recharging our minds, we are feeding our minds with lots and lots of brainrot, indulging in bad habits in the name of "resting", avoiding important work etc which in return make us feel even worse! well, resting isn't supposed to do that, right? resting is supposed to recharge you, get you ready to fight again. so next time you choose to 'rest', be mindful. do not indulge in things that you know will make you feel worse. doomscrolling is not resting. stalking your friends is not self care. intentionally avoiding important work is not self care. binge watching series by wrecking your sleep schedule and then feel guilty abt being on your phone all day is not self care. self care and resting is doing things you love which will nourish your mind and distract you for a little while, so that you can take a step back and just be aive for a bit.

an example of a day off could be smth like this ( just an example, please remember that everyone's life is different and so is yours. adjust accordingly ) : ʚɞ do not set any alarm, let yourself wake up naturally and when you do, pick up that book you have been meaning to read for a long time. ʚɞ have breakfast ʚɞ do 1 thing you really love and which makes you super happy (dancing, singing, acting etc) ʚɞ talk to someone or write abt how you are feeling ʚɞ try to create smth. a quick diy project, a lil sketch, crochet, a new dance move, a song cover, a poem, a video, photography etc ʚɞ do 1 imp work which you have been putting off (homework, stdy for a test etc) ʚɞ delete instagram for a bit and surround yourself with positivity. use tumblr, youtube, pinterest instead. ʚɞ go outside, even for just 5 minutes. ʚɞ maybe call up your friend/s and play smth ʚɞ take cute pics of urself ʚɞ maybe post smth cute on tumblr wink wink ʚɞ have a cute night ritual and then go to bed. ₊⊹ monitor what you have been consuming lately what you feed your mind and body actually matters (lol what a shocker). so tell me, have you been eating well? sleeping well? surrounding yourself with positivity? or have you been consuming content which further degrades your mental and physical health? try to replace unhealthy junk with healthy stuff. fix your fyp, choose "not interested" for posts which no longer resonate with you. declutter and reorganise. i really, really suggest trying a quick digital detox for a day. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ talk to someone who you feel safe with. you can even text me, ill try my best to respond <3 please talk to someone when you feel upset, communicate bbgs, communicate! even if it is hard and uncomfortable. if you feel like you have no one to talk to, talk to a stuffed animal or a tree or yourself. let those thoughts and feelings out, don't hold them inside your body. release them. observe them. try to understand them. but never let negative emotions become a part of you. they come and go, like any other emotion. you will be just fine. even when it feels like it is the end of the world love you always,

@deardiarywrites

#healing #becoming that girl #self improvement #self love #thatgirl #study motivation #lana unreleased #lana del rey #coquette #pink pilates princess #glow up #girlblogging #love #confidence #self care #manifestation #mental health #self concept #girlhood

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gece-misin-nesin · 11 months ago

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ops tags are so real 😩 #Shigaraki only addressing Spinner during his final moments is crazyyy#like i get you love your bf but dude you have other friends#what was the point of the compress reveal when he didn't show up again lmaoo#trying to have a discussion about the moment between hawks and twice#without a rat whispering in your ear about how it's justified because the government ordered it is great#why are there so many cop bootlickers in this fandom?#this is rhetorical question don't answer it#“noo don't do violent protest i don't like it :(” “okay what else should we do?” “lmao idk”#rancid plotline i don't wanna talk about it#todo family always talking about talking but never actually doing it is very funny#silly todoroki family thinking they can get lines in while Enji's big ass mouth is yapping#our expectations were low but holy shit

The state of the league of villains during act 3 is so sad man. Compress literally gave his ass for the league, got arrested and nobody gaf. Twice’s demise amounted to nothing, nobody cared. The whole discrimination arc Spinner was involved in was a mess. Suddenly Hori decided he cared about realism in his story so Toga dropped like a fly from a simple blood transfusion. Dabi is forced to sit and listen to Endeavor whine and yap about how sad he is about being an abusive pos, all the while nobody actually cares and he never got any real repercussions besides his family being (justifyingly) mean to him. Shigaraki was sidelined for a boring villain and was stripped off all his autonomy and agency.

#god the amount of bootlickers abt twice and hawks is insane #this guy could down dozens of villains in the arc he was introduced in #also he was infiltrating the plf for months and he didn't come up with an idea better than #'corner twice and mock him for not being able to save his friends and then offer him help'?#did he like forget to knock people out all of a sudden?? twice needs his hands free to use his quirk maybe do smth w that?? idk???#compress having his dabis dance lite moment and then not being relevant again ever is funny as FUCK #also yeah todofam keeps talking and talking but not doing shit #also real funny how its all 'yeah but u killed people we cant forgive u'#even tho endeavor ALSO committed crimes yet i dont see HIM in jail?? 🤔 seems a bit odd doesn't it #bnha critical #lov #the lov deserved better #league of villains

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mona-risms · 15 days ago

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Imagine huntrix with like a gf whos INSANELY good at dancing and singing and kpop idol stuff but has the audacity to say "oh no i just do it for fun" and they're like ???? WHATT HE FUCK DO YOU MEAN like they are SO offended that reader isnt an idol yet

Are we actually Dahyun ong my bias

It's the fact that you have the potential to be basically one of THE most talented idols out there, provided you got the right exposure WHICH THEY ARE OFFERING TO YOU...........but you literally don't gaf bc you're just doing it for shits and giggles, as if you didn't just essentially school them on what a real performance actually looks like 😭 like hello 😭 WHAT are you doing 😭 they want your talent recognised bc you deserve it HOW??????

You're keeping up with Rumi's SINGING which is ALREADY insane as is (it's SO EXHAUSTING to sing Golden dude holy shit Ejae you monster), matching Mira move for move even when she increases the difficulty and need for body control every time, and you're neck and neck with Zoey when the two of you are having a fucking improv RAP BATTLE???¿???? They think you just have some secret idol gig going on or smth but no you're literally just like this for the lols

It's not all bad though, you not really caring about making it an entire career, bc it does mean they can keep you all to themselves 🥰 it's like they get a special concert from you 🥰 and maybe even tips bc honestly having outside feedback is so goddamn helpful in the music industry Jesus Fuck 😭 BUT STILL?????WHAT THE HELLY

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bleulikedaylight · 2 months ago

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Cite Me Later

pairing: academic rival! natasha romanoff x academic rival! reader

synopsis: you’ve always been top of your class—sharp, confident, and unbeatable. in your world, there’s no such thing as a worthy rival. that is, until natasha romanoff strides into your class with a smirk and a sharper argument that throws your entire carefully controlled world into chaos.

warnings: none !! <3 | wc: 2.2k | genre: academic enemies-to-lovers

note: posting a lot 'cause i'm bored as hell. someone pls give me a hobby or a thesis deadline or smth. 🥲

also, to the anon who asked if i have a masterlist—i do now. yay !! here it is: bleu's intro & masterlist !! ♡

You’d always believed in one thing: there is no such thing as a worthy rival.

People either got in your way or trailed behind. You were always two steps ahead, first in every list, most respected, and most feared. That is, until Natasha Romanoff walked into your sophomore political theory class like she owned the world and immediately raised her hand with a better argument than yours.

You’d never hated someone faster.

And you’d never thought about anyone more.

For two years, the two of you danced through every class, every competition, every student council election like twin flames destined to clash. Professors took bets. Students whispered. Even the president of the university made a comment about how you two should “either get a room or co-author a research paper.”

You had no plans to do either.

That is, until your university’s elite debate championship dropped the bomb: final round—1 vs 1 debate: Natasha Romanoff vs Y/N L/N.

Of course. Who else would it be?

You were doomed.

Not because you thought you’d lose. No. You were doomed because last week, Natasha Romanoff looked you dead in the eye after a mock trial and said, “You blinked. I win.”

You did blink.

Because she smiled.

And your brain short-circuited.

—

You arrived at the auditorium ready for war—blazer ironed, cards memorized, hair sleek, lipstick perfectly placed. The student auditorium was packed, buzzing. Wanda, your roommate, waved at you with both hands from the front row while mouthing KILL HER.

Across the stage, Natasha adjusted her sleeves like she was getting ready for a date, not war. She wore her signature dark-red lipstick and a subtle smirk like it was custom-made. Her black turtleneck somehow made her look smarter. Infuriating.

The moderator explained the rules. Each of you got five minutes to open, followed by three rounds of rebuttals.

The topic: “Surveillance in modern democracy—boon or bane?”

You took the negative. Natasha took the affirmative.

Game on.

You were flawless. Your opening statement was clear, concise, cutting. The audience nodded, impressed.

But Natasha?

She spoke like every word was silk dipped in poison.

She paced slowly, making eye contact with the audience, then you, then the panel. Her hands moved just enough to make her point but never enough to be dramatic. And she had the audacity to say, “My opponent makes an excellent point—hypothetically.”

The crowd gasped.

You wanted to scream.

But you rallied.

The third round came fast. You delivered your argument with surgical precision—facts sharpened like blades, your voice unwavering, confident, borderline smug.

And then she took the mic.

Natasha leaned forward, lips brushing the foam cover like it was an invitation. Her tone? Silky and laced with that Romanoff mischief that made half the room forget how to breathe.

"L/N," she said smoothly, eyes gleaming with something dangerous, "you’re making this almost too easy. You always do."

You narrowed your eyes, unsure if she was insulting you or complimenting you—or both.

She continued, "But don’t worry. I’ll let you explain your logic to me again... over coffee, maybe? My treat. Winner buys."

A ripple of laughter tore through the audience. You blinked, thrown off for half a second.

Did she just—

You slapped your hand over your mic and hissed, “Romanoff. Are you flirting with me right now?”

She tilted her head, all smug and no shame. “No,” she whispered back. “I’m distracting you.”

The moderator cleared their throat.

You turned back to the mic, mind rattled.

The final bell rang.

The debate ended.

And the audience? Lost their minds.

—

You stormed out of the auditorium with heels echoing your fury. Behind you, Natasha followed, calm as ever.

“You cheated,” you snapped, whirling around.

She looked amused. “By being charming?”

“By distracting me.”

“I only distract you because you like me.”

You froze. “Excuse me?”

She stepped closer, the hallway quiet and dim. “Come on, Y/N. You only argue with me like that because you want to see if I’ll push back.”

“I argue with everyone.”

“But you only blush with me.”

You touched your cheek instinctively.

Damn it.

“This is why you’re still single,” you said, crossing your arms.

She tilted her head.

“No,” she said, smile softening into something dangerous. “I’m still single because you haven’t confessed to me yet, Y/N.”

Your mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

Your heart forgot how to beat.

And for the first time in your entire academic life—you had no rebuttal.

—

Back in your dorm, you paced while Wanda watched from the bed, popcorn in hand.

“Say it again?” she asked.

“She said—she’s still single because I haven’t confessed yet.” You paused. “Like, what even—what was I supposed to say?!”

“I don’t know, ‘yes, Natasha, I’ve secretly wanted to kiss you since Intro to Gov.’ Maybe that?”

“I’m not falling for her.”

Wanda gave you a look.

You fell back onto the bed. “This is bad. I can’t be falling for my rival.”

“You’re already gone, babe.”

You groaned and fell face-first into your pillows.

—

Fate, or some chaotic god, had a sense of humor. The next class project? Partnered research. Your professor announced the pairings with casual indifference.

Of course, the professor paired you with Natasha.

“She requested you,” your prof said casually.

“Sorry?”

“She said no one else could match her.”

Great.

Just great.

You met her at the library the next day, heart pounding.

“You look like you’re about to fight me,” Natasha said, sliding into the seat across from you.

“I am.”

She chuckled. “Good. I like it when you fight.”

You glared, opening your laptop. “Let’s just get this done.”

Hours passed in chaos. You bickered about citations, rewrote the thesis four times, and debated tone until your heads hurt. But each time her fingers brushed yours, your pulse jumped. When she leaned over to point at your screen and her hair brushed your cheek, you froze.

Once, she leaned over you to point at your screen, her hair brushing your cheek.

You froze.

“You smell good,” she murmured.

“Shut up,” you muttered, ears burning.

She grinned. “Make me.”

You stared at her.

“I will.”

“Do it.”

And just like that, the library air turned electric.

You broke the tension by knocking her water bottle over.

Twice.

—

It happened again at the library—but this time, it wasn’t her. It was Enzo—the third-year International Studies major who always managed to appear when Natasha wasn’t around.

Today, he came bearing coffee. Your favorite.

“You look stressed,” Enzo said, placing the drink beside your laptop. “Thought you could use this.”

You blinked. “I—uh. Thanks. That’s… really sweet.”

He grinned, leaning against the table a little too casually. “I was wondering if you’d want to co-present for Model UN next month. You’re kind of amazing, and it’d be an honor.”

Before you could even respond, a shadow fell across your table.

“She already has a partner,” Natasha said coolly, appearing out of nowhere.

Your heart stuttered.

Enzo straightened. “Oh. Hey, Natasha. Didn’t see you there.”

“I know,” she said. “Maybe next time, announce yourself with a trumpet.”

You choked on your coffee.

Enzo blinked, confused. “It’s just a coffee. No need to be—”

“Possessive?” she cut in smoothly, slipping into the seat beside you. Her arm brushed yours. She didn’t move away. “Good. Just clarifying.”

Enzo left shortly after, citing “a class,” but he looked like he might transfer universities.

You turned to her. “What was that?”

“Coffee makes me territorial.”

“That wasn’t your coffee.”

“No,” she said, voice lower now, “but you’re mine.”

You stared. “Excuse me?”

She smiled sweetly, pulling your laptop toward her. “Now. About that conclusion paragraph.”

You spent the next twenty minutes typing in silence while your brain combusted.

—

The moment it all came to a head happened on the rooftop.

You’d just submitted your joint paper—the professor emailed to say it was “the best submission of the semester.”

The sun was setting, city lights flickering awake one by one beneath your feet. You held a cup of coffee in one hand, a slice of banana bread in the other. Natasha leaned on the railing beside you, hair tousled by the breeze.

Neither of you said anything for a while.

“It’s kind of annoying,” you said finally.

“What is?”

“That we’re good at everything.”

She laughed, brushing a crumb off your blazer. “We are.”

You turned to her. “I didn’t think we’d work well together.”

“I knew we would,” she said.

“Why?”

She met your gaze.

“Because you’re the only person who scares me,” she said. “And excites me. At the same time.”

You blinked. “Is this your way of flirting again?”

“It’s my way of confessing.”

You froze.

“Y/N,” she continued, voice quieter, “I’ve liked you since you corrected Professor Ross on a constitutional clause in front of the whole class."

“That was two years ago.”

“I’m very patient.”

You didn’t know what to say. You tried to say something witty. Clever. Deflect.

“This is bad. I can’t be falling...”

“…for you,” you finished, barely audible.

You expected her to tease you. Maybe crack a smug grin or say something borderline insufferable.

Instead, Natasha just looked at you like she already knew. Like she’d always known.

“I know,” she said softly, stepping closer. “But it doesn’t have to be.”

You laughed, breathless. “We’re rivals.”

“Rivals don’t stay up editing each other’s citations,” she countered. “They don’t memorize each other’s coffee orders or steal pens just to watch you pout and roll your eyes.”

She reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“And they definitely don’t make each other blush this much.”

You hated that she was right. And loved it, too.

Your lips parted to respond—but the rooftop door creaked open.

Wanda.

Of course.

She squinted at you both, eyes darting between your flushed face and Natasha’s proximity.

“I KNEW IT,” she screamed. “I KNEW YOU WERE FLIRTING DURING THE DEBATE.”

You groaned. “Wanda—”

“I’m telling the group chat.”

“You are not telling the group chat—”

But it was too late. She was already running back inside, shrieking something about ‘endgame lesbians’ and ‘slow burn finally burning.’

You turned back to Natasha, exasperated. “You’ve doomed me.”

“I’ll take responsibility,” she said, grinning. “Want me to draft a public statement?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re in love with me.”

You didn’t deny it.

—

You and Natasha showed up to your next class five minutes late.

Everyone stared.

You were glowing.

Natasha’s lipstick was smudged.

Wanda fist-pumped like she’d won the lottery. The professor didn’t even blink.

Later that week, your university released the final overall academic rankings.

You and Natasha?

Tied for first.

For the fourth time in a row.

She leaned over and whispered, “We’re good at sharing, huh?”

You smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

—

You didn’t sleep that night.

Part of it was the caffeine, but most of it was her.

You lay in bed staring at your ceiling, replaying the rooftop, the smile she gave you, the way she said “you’re mine” like it was a truth she never doubted.

At 2:41 a.m., your phone buzzed.

You stared at the message.

—

You met her outside your dorm, both in hoodies and sneakers, the city quiet and glimmering.

“I was hoping you’d say yes,” she said, falling into step beside you.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky I’m already in too deep.”

You walked aimlessly, passing quiet cafés and flickering lamp posts, your shoulders brushing now and then like it meant nothing. But it meant everything.

“You know,” you said, hands stuffed in your hoodie pocket, “when I first met you, I wanted to push you down a flight of stairs.”

She snorted. “I thought you were a robot. Like, no emotion, just pure ambition.”

You smiled. “You were the first person who made me feel… nervous.”

She glanced at you, eyes soft. “You made me want to be better. And I hated you for it.”

You stopped walking.

“So what now?” you asked. “Are we... a thing?”

“I hope so,” she said, then leaned down, pressing her forehead to yours. “Unless you’d rather we keep flirting through footnotes and rebuttals.”

You grinned. “Maybe both.”

She kissed you.

And it felt less like the end of a rivalry—and more like the start of something real.

—

Your friends started asking questions. The professors started smiling when you bickered in class. You still debated her over everything—lunch menus, political philosophies, even what the best seat was in the student lounge.

But now, when you won, she kissed you.

When she won, you let her.

She still brought up the Enzo moment sometimes.

“Would’ve punched him if he asked you out,” she muttered once.

“You can’t punch diplomacy majors.”

“I can try.”

—

You lost your next debate to her.

On purpose.

She kissed you right after.

You decided maybe losing wasn’t so bad.

Not when it was to Natasha Romanoff.

And especially not when she pulled you aside after the crowd cleared and whispered, “Still rivals?”

You kissed her.

“Always.”

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