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“Kch-!!”

          Clutching tightly to his arm, it was as if he could see drips of blood that had long since fallen from there. A flash of a memory crosses his mind, that similar, fearful expression on his face. Thankfully, he could simply replace the metal time and time again. It wouldn’t be like the first time around. His breathing settles ever so slightly, enough to snap him back into the reality before him. 

          “Tenko,” he speaks with raised voices, attempting him to grasp him verbally and take him back to the ground. “It’s fine! Please just take a moment and think about what you’re doing!” 

Think about where you are. Who you’re with presently. Where is your mind right now? 

          Atsuhiro steps forward, into the dangerous radius of a spiraling child. He’d never be able to fully understand his mind, but that doesn’t mean he can’t TRY. He feels worry and fear over the other. Not a fear OF Tenko, but fear FOR Tenko would hurt himself in all of this. 

“Just breathe. Please.”

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            He’s quiet despite the urge to want to scream, features sullen and twisted as if a rain cloud had solely sought him out for no other reason than to rain on him.  A feeling like this was something he thought he’d be used to… but each time, it just felt heavier.  Weighing on his chest, suffocating him and dragging him to the bottom further and further away from where the light was.  The only light he had — the last bit he had to cling to having a tendency to show up when it was most needed. But even he had chased that away. Right?

                      It was odd. Living his whole life feeling like a monster, watching how the people looked at him and treated him differently; eyes falling upon him as if he weren’t even human.  This world was cursed…  But so was he — So why didn’t he fit in?  Why was it so hard just to take one step outside? 

                  “—I… I hate–” he struggles to speak, breath and words hitched in his throat,  choking him. 

                  Maybe this was why the world scorned him so.  Lashing out, hurting people who genuinely CARED for him.  Hurting people who did nothing wrong.  He regrets it, hates himself — body MOVING on its own while he’s forced to watch it all unfold.  Violent temper bubbling to the surface.  But when it’s over, he has nothing but the aftermath to stand in.  Thoughts running a thousand miles a second. 

                     I hate you. 

                            No…. Not you—                                                           MYSELF. 

         “—- Get away from me.  DON’T TOUCH ME.”

                                              I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU!

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//man, what if i go back to my roots and remake my compress blog and just be more active there

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tokoyami is literally the best boy !!!!!!!!

He’s such a good boy!!

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Can we please talk about how fatgum is the perfect mentor for tamaki and kirishima??

With so many people being like: FATGUM MORE LIKE SLIMGUM WHOOOO, I wanted to say my thoughts on this dude that we love. Episode 9 was such a blast for so many different reasons, but I think it gave me so much insight on Fatgum as a hero and his potential to make Tamaki and Kirishima into the best heroes they can be!! 

Fatgum is perceived to be a chonky guy

Everyone in the anime calls him “Fat” or “Fat Guy”, and while he’s not the butt of every joke, it’s apparent that his weight is the first thing people choose to see him by. The fact that Fat Gum chose his hero name to reflect his body image shows a lot about his character. And when it was revealed last episode that this squishy man turns into THIS:

I was immediately impressed with his character SO MUCH. Here is a dude that is stereotypically attractive and fit, whose quirk forces him to eat to have enough fat to absorb attacks. But he does it with no complaint! Because even though his weight is the character trait people choose to define him as, he knows that he has a duty to protect people. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to be laughed at for a choice he is making consciously to protect others! The dysmorphia he must feel when he changes from slim to fat and vice versa!! What makes Fatgum so special is that he recognizes society will continue to perceive him as his body weight, and despite that, he doesn’t care because he has faith in himself and his abilities. Which he then teaches the bois!!

Our shy boi and anxiety: 

Tamaki struggles with his self image in the form of anxiety. And Fatgum realizes this immediately! It sounds like he took Tamaki on because he saw how powerful his quirk was, but knew Tamaki’s self image was injuring his full potential. Fatgum is exactly what Tamaki needs: someone who has overcome societal pressures and has recognized his true worth without the validation of others. Tamaki doesn’t need all of society on his side to ease his anxiety, he needs a friend (thanks mirio!) and a mentor who he can lean on. A moment I love is Fatgum’s unwavering resolve in Tamaki when he says he can handle the Three Bullets in Episode 8 and Fatgum believes him right away. Amazing. 

Our pointy, pointy boi:

Finally: Kirishima. He’s a hero who constantly measures his self worth to that of other people. Hints of this have been sprinkled through the narrative of bnha (telling midoriya his quirk isn’t flashy in season 1, having an almost carbon copy character of him in season 2, relating to amajiki’s sentiments about a gap between him and his classmates in season 4 ETC). He has self image issues about his appearance, about his manliness, about his will to overcome fear. And it’s apparent in Episode 9 that Fatgum supports him wholeheartedly in overcoming these facts when he taunts Rappa that he done fucked up. I can’t wait to see how Kirishima grows from this encounter. 

Anyways, sorry for the LONG RANT but I had to express my awe for Fatgum and what a FUCKING ICON he is!! 

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“I guess that makes sense.” 

It was nice that a lot of the neighboring businesses treated them when they were on patrol. That helped save money but he’d also seen Fat Gum eat and he too, ate his fair share of food  It worked better for his quirk and he could pack away a lot. 

Once he met up with Fat again, he held up his arms full of snacks. 

“Yeah I got some. They have Ume flavored chips here and they’re on sale.”

“Looks pretty good, Tamaki!”

Taishiro nods towards Tamaki and holds the selected items he picked up close to his chest, ready to head towards the register. 

         “Alright then! Follow me! Anything else you see on sale, you can grab them!” Regardless of snacks or just plain ingredients, Fat Gum would certainly use them in some sort of dish when necessary. It also gives him a bit of leeway into new recipes... should he try to look from the vast amount of websites and books he has on the mind or at hand. 

Placing everything on the conveyor belt, he looks back to his hero sidekick. 

“Is that everything you want? Speak now or forever hold your peace. ...Well, until the next store run we go to.”

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初描き。

今年もよろしくお願いいたします🙇‍♂️

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“No, and I have no reason to be.” 

        A puzzling question asked by a child, yet given the history (the horrifying truth of what she endured) it was more reason to express pity upon her. Given time to recover and help introduce her to a more ideal lifestyle, surely Eri would be happier than the state she’s in now. Time and care would be key. 

She was just a child after all. 

“Is there anything else you want to ask me before we go? I know there’s a lot of change happening right now, but it will all settle down soon.”

Her chest rose and fall between small controlled breaths, hands clutching to one another in front of her as Eri stood in front of the man. While most of that days events were foggy aside from Lemillion and Deku’s fight with Chisaki, there was a faint familiarity in his voice that put her at ease.

“You..”

A hand moves to her horn, tentative finger tips touching the rounded pointed horn as she gulped.

“Arent afraid?”

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Heroes Rising: Endeavor Takes On The League Of Villains

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Will you fight for what you think is right?                       Will you fight for what the law tells you to do?                                                 Or will you bring chaos to the world around you?

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               Fingers drum rhythmically against his own palm. A small, involuntary movement; hooded eyelids, glazed in quietus, never once part from the man. And slowly, quite slowly, arrives a hum of thought; rolling deep from his throat, head tilting; curiosity among him, eyebrows furrowing. 

“I think you’re perceiving these things in absolutes. That’s the issue with you all… everything’s black and white for you guys. Like children.” His words come out slowly, shrouded in apathy; if one was to attempt to distinguish how he’s currently feeling, it would be nearly impossible - even to his closest comrades. This, of course, was a strategic move, whether intentional or ( more probable ) his ever-residing lack of empathy which has been overpowering his psyche since he could remember.

                                                            But he could tell.                                                   A curiosity is resting within him.                                                        He wants to be guided.

The young capo lets a slow sigh escape his nostrils. “Well, I’d like to think that you’re a bit smarter than attempting that,” he responds evenly; “after all, I don’t think I need to explain to you that I have plenty of people around the country who would be quite upset if you tried that. Besides, you’re not like your little colleagues… You’ve got a type of professionalism to you.”

                   “Besides, you’re still standing here, listening, mm?                                 You seem to be intrigued; why don’t you put some thought in it?”

“By no means could the world be so simple as to be black and white.” 

        Another notable point had been made. If only the world had been made up of absolutes and ONLY two sides to every option. Good or Bad. Right or Wrong. Hero or Villain. It would certainly make things less convoluted. However, humans were much more complicated than that. Thus, by default, society fails to be anything but. 

“Again. You are rather on point. I can manage to care for myself if I had legitimately considered such a thing to do to you. So don’t fret to much on the meaningless threat.” 

        Another fluttering laugh. Enough to visibly convey the upbeat nature of it. Shoulders bouncing, and a small head tilt back.

        CYAN HUES contemplate the other’s demeanor. Seemingly CARELESS, yet well calculated. Allowing this moment to be an opportunity than a threat. Flattery would often get the other nowhere... but his entertainer nature had other ideals. Professionalism, a thing the League indeed lacked. There was hardly stability that existed once Kamino had been nearly demolished. Now left to simply watch their backs and rendezvous to the nearest abandoned storage unit. 

“Quite the silver tongue you have. I would be interested in joining, but I do ask for a little incentive than simply interest alone.”

        After all, he did not initially join the League out of CURIOSITY. Payments were made. Afterwards though, he remained curious of the group. His faith has faltered since, and now, a new option is now piquing his interest. 

“I must ask though, judging by your underlings, I don’t have to fit your theme do I?”

He taps his own mask lightly. After all, his own identity is something he like to keep obscured.

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      Rei gasped softly as she stepped back some. She had heard a commotion. She was sure she had seen more people here just a moment ago. What had just-….right. The snowy haired maiden stiffened slightly. This part of town was known for it’s villains and more importantly she had a feeling she knew just who she ran into now….but still, she had come so far. If she backed down now out of fear, she’d be right  back where she had started. 

“I’‘m afraid I must decline. I have to stay. I must know.” Quiet grey eyes held sturdy even though all she really wanted to do was leave before he did something dangerous. He knew where they were. Where he was…

“I-I must ask that…that you take me to the League of Villains.” 

HEAD TILTS in curiosity. My, an unexpected revelation.

           It was not often that strangers would stay and remain civilized. Skepticism creeps in the back of his mind. As they were open to accepting new members, they wouldn’t be so BRAZEN to let any individual who desired to join blindly be let in. 

“Like any big show, my dear, you have to audition.”

          The sudden glow of light reveals his quirk activating, decompressing a cane to walk to the other with. More for show rather than it’s intended use. Tap. Tap. The cane clicks to the ground with each step growing closer to the woman. 

“Who are you, and what business do you have with the League?”

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“Ugh! So close!”

For as docile as she was, Jitsuko was rather competitive. Not a fan of losing. However, rules were rules. She rose from her place and started towards the kitchen, playfully running her tail across his side as she passed him. “I’ll beat you next time for sure. Just wait.”

“So, how about soba and tempura tonight?”

“Like the last several times that you won?”

A tingling sensation washes over Taishiro at the innocent brush at his side. A soft laugh bubbles up, taking the time for her to walk away to pick up the remaining cards on the table. Sliding them neatly into the box for it, he sets them back down. A rematch would be sure to happen soon. He stands up to join her in the kitchen for a moment, just to provide a little kiss to the temple of her head. 

“Sounds great to me!” His palette wasn’t very picky after all. “If we don’t have certain ingredients for it, let me know! I can run to the store real quick!”

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          Anxiety bit at every inch of his skin, looking onward with a worried expression – one he often held when his friends weren’t feeling their best.  But with that worry, hung the heavy presence of guilt.  It was his fault that Compress’ arm had been destroyed, his fault that Big Sis had-               He feels sick, stomach churning and flipping like a wild fish.  He wants to be sick, everything was so hard to process.  Hard to believe it was all a reality he had to learn to accept (one he could never accept).  And with his harsh tone to start, he withdraws into himself.  Hands hovering a short distance out from his body wanting to help.  To do anything to make up for what happened…

                        It hurts.  He was hurting, and yet all he could was sit idly by USELESSLY.  Why?  Why couldn’t he just do things right?

                        Things never turned out the way he wanted them. 

                                  “— Do you need anything? I can help – !”

                                     “No you can’t! You’ve done enough damage!”

       he cowers back slightly.  “– N-no… ! I want to help… ! This is…” he pauses, expression knitted tightly and contorted under his mask.

                                   “This is my fault.”

“Twice.”

        It was always intriguing that despite the mask the other wore, his expressions BLEED right through. Anguish leaks from the other’s body language and the way he spoke to him. Atsuhiro knows why he feels this way. Had he not invited him in, had checked for followers, done a better background check on this individual-

“There will always be the what ifs, should haves, and could haves. I don’t believe any of us could have foreseen the events that transpired that evening.”

        His voice is gentle, reasoning to the other. Atsuhiro could admit his anger and frustration, but it was not towards him. He had not shot him in the shoulder. HE did not cause the death of Magne, nor the sudden destruction of his arm. 

        A tragedy had occurred. Caused by the man who thought to take over the League. 

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” he sighs, returning to a less agitated state. After all, the injury was recent, with the psychological toll still chipping away at him. “If you would like to help-”

        Mr. Compress pulls out of his pocket and places two marbles on a flat surface. With a snap, it was soon revealed to be a bottle of water and a small bottle of painkillers. 

“If you don’t mind opening those two things, it would be grand.”

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“Okay! I’ll wait!”

        Katsuma lifts the flap over his messenger bag, currently filled with many miscellaneous trinkets. As Eri would go get her switch (or rather, Mirio’s), Katsuma would pull out his and turns it on. 

        Might as well start setting it up! He wonders what kind of island she has on there... and what their avatar looks like. All the while making sure his own island looked cool enough for her to explore! He’s taken a seat right where he was standing, letting the game load as he waits for her return.

“I..uh..” She’d definitely seen one before, one of Chisaki’s many attempted gifts to keep her occupied and entertained, to find ways to prompt the child to stay put and stop trying to run away.

“No..Lemillion-senpai has let me play on his before though.”

Animal Crossing! She knew about that one!

“Y-yeah! Let me go get it!”