freckledspoon24

[freckledspoon24]

hello hello! i have just created (take that with a grain of salt, i messed around with the lovely @renirae's code, which she got from @ao3skin) an ao3 site skin for dark mode

this is what it looks like:

(the title and author would be blue like normal in reversi)

ao3's tutorial for applying site skins: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/skins-and-archive-interface?language_id=en#createsiteskin

code: https://pastebin.com/cKTg6wAt

[freckledspoon24]

Dear Diary

May 16

Dear Diary,

It’s been one week. Just one week since I gave up One For All. One week since... I became a murderer. One week since the whole world watched us, our class, risking everything to stop a threat that was their doing. The cleanup efforts are already underway, and the battle against Shigaraki... it caused so much destruction. So many homes were destroyed, the streets are cracked and crumbling. It’s too dangerous for the civilians to handle, so heroes — even us in training — are helping. Cementos, Kamui Woods, and some of the pros are working to stabilize the most dangerous areas. Tomorrow, our class is set to help with the bigger cleanup. I should be focused on that... but my mind keeps wandering.

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Car crashes

It was a Friday afternoon, the promise of the weekend hanging in the air, and Aizawa had given the class a study hall — one that had quickly derailed into something less productive, yet more entertaining.

Chatter circulated the classroom as the most promising first-year hero students exchanged weekend plans. 

Aizawa crawled out of the sleeping bag he considered a second home and glared at the laptop that was sitting open on his desk. The screen had lit up, a small email notification in the top right corner taunted him.

The ever-tired hero slowly pulled himself up from the ground, unlocked the laptop, and opened his email. He was expecting the email to have been from UA, alerting them of an impromptu meeting, or potentially a late offer for one of his students who displayed their skill particularly well during the sports festival a mere two weeks ago.

He breezed past the sender's address and had to do a double-take, the last organization he expected an email from was the Mustafu Police Department. He groaned as his eyes swept over the unruly class, wondering which one of his problem children had broken the law this time . 

Aizawa cautiously moved down to the subject line, he couldn't believe his eyes. He read it over and over again, making sure he wasn't seeing things.

The Mustafu Police Department wasn't emailing him because one of his students broke the law, no, the Mustafu Police Department was emailing him because they wanted two of his students to help uphold the law. 

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[freckledspoon24]

Two bthb prompts in one story? yes please!

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Chargebolt was on patrol when he received a call from a frantic police officer telling him an office building had been bombed and his assistance was needed immediately. Chargebolt could see wisps of smoke rising into the air from deep within the city as sirens began to ring. He took off, running through the twisting pathways of the outskirts of downtown Mustafu. The ringing of the sirens intensified as he approached the source of the smoke.

Chargebolt skidded to a stop in front of a crumbling building. He watched as Cellophane flew around the building, wrapping layers of tape around the crumbling walls. Chargebolt looked around and spotted a friend and an old classmate.

Dynamight was standing on the sidelines. Chargebolt had run up to him and was about to ask what was going on when metal supports let out a loud groan as the building began to lean to the side. Heroes frantically ran out of the building, the remaining intact glass windows shattered as the building buckled.

Just when everyone thought the building was collapsing, everything came to a standstill. The screaming stopped and the building stabilized, the tape Cellophane had been wrapping around the building provided just enough support. No one moved, no one spoke. It was as if a single breath, a single movement, could send the building crashing to the ground.

Slowly, a few heroes began to stir, shuffling movements coming from a few directions as heroes began to take headcounts. A few began to back away, shielding their sidekicks and the civilians with their bodies. Police began to order everyone to back away.

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BTHB and Whumptober meet... what could go wrong?

The hours after Shirakumo’s death passed at an agonizingly slow pace. Shouta was coping. Not well, but he was doing better than Yamada who had been uncharacteristically silent. Shouta didn’t know if it was because Yamada was more in tune with his emotions, or if the reality of watching one of his best friends die right in front of him while he stood back and watched just hadn’t hit him yet. Either way, Shouta was glad not to be feeling the reality of the situation. 

He had been taken to a morgue along with Yamada and Shirakumo’s family. No one would officially tell them what they were there for, but having taken classes on these things at UA, Shouta knew it was probably to identify a body. 

More specifically Shirakumo’s body.

The small group of people were led into a cold, sterile room. Shouta and Yamada unknowingly hid behind their best friend's parents. It was devoid of color, devoid of life. In the middle of the room sat a metal platform held up by four poles secured to wheels at the bottom. Something was on top of the table. It was lumpy and misshapen. It was covered by a white cloth. It was thin, too thin to be a blanket; it was just there to cover what shouldn’t be seen.

The mortician slowly walked over to the bed and said one word that made the situation feel so much more real. 

“Ready?” The mortician said in this tired, monotone voice. He sounded as though he was sick of this routine. Watching parents, friends, partners, fall apart all over again as they looked upon the body of someone they once loved dearly. Someone they still loved dearly but couldn’t bring themselves to admit it because they knew that someone would never again say it back. Not once.

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