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An idea with soulmate au where when you lose an objects it winds up near your soulmate:

Say, character A is in danger. They on purpose lose something to notify their partner of that fact. Character B immediately takes gps tracker and loses it(idk how, throw it with launcher and being like “oops, welp I guess I lost it”) and then just track their soulmate.

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lol, that moment when you forget that true friendship is a lie and it comes stabbing you in the back(just like your every friend did)

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Poem 37:

I look in the mirror

And there’s me.

I do not look like a cheerer,

Instead — I do not see.

Oh, me in the mirror sees clearly,

But in it’s eyes, there’s shadow.

Me, and not I, is queerly,

Mirror looks like it knows.

It knows something I do not,

And I’m not sure I desire to.

It has it’s own plot,

But it’s not about some spew.

It’s plan is not material,

Thus — only a dream.

It’s so to speak — ethereal.

But it’s more than mirror seem.

In my eyes — a mist.

Seeping from within.

A blink and you would miss.

Mouth formed in a dreamy grin.

What have I become?

Did I come too far?

I think I’m turning numb,

If only I could reach the star.

It all started with reflection,

That showed me myself.

It all started like infection,

Losing the feel of self.

I see clouds in my eyes,

I can almost feel the skies.

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I look in the mirror

And there’s me.

I do not look like a cheerer,

Instead — I do not see.

Oh, me in the mirror sees clearly,

But in it’s eyes, there’s shadow.

Me, and not I, is queerly,

Mirror looks like it knows.

It knows something I do not,

And I’m not sure I desire to.

It has it’s own plot,

But it’s not about some spew.

It’s plan is not material,

Thus — only a dream.

It’s so to speak — ethereal.

But it’s more than mirror seem.

In my eyes — a mist.

Seeping from within.

A blink and you would miss.

Mouth formed in a dreamy grin.

What have I become?

Did I come too far?

I think I’m turning numb,

If only I could reach the star.

It all started with reflection,

That showed me myself.

It all started like infection,

Losing the feel of self.

I see clouds in my eyes,

I can almost feel the skies.

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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The thing that brings me joy is reading good omens fix-it fanfiction with fluff and happy happy ending.

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Red, the wine, in the sun it shine

Orange, the fruit, such a fancy suit.

Yellow, the honey, today is sunny.

Green, the money, it might become funny.

Blue, the sky, don't be shy.

Indigo, the rose, everyone froze.

Purple, the last, takes everything to blast.

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It was as in a fairytale,

As in most beautiful grail.

There were no fairies,

No magical berries.

I've never seen new flowers,

Nor did I saw castle towers...

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Pink and Blue

And wind just blew...

There were clouds in the sky,

It was pretty, you can't deny.

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We were together from the start,

But you decided to break apart.

What have I done?

Weren't you happy, hun?

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Love is pink,

The sweetest drink.

But aware, it might hurt,

He could just be a flirt at heart.

And all he could care,

Would just turn to a hateful glare

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When you try to translate a fic, you have a problem that you understand the meaning of words, but you don't know their translation in your language -

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I've really almost gave my all into this drawing

There is so much references and just redrawing from smth, but I did it with love

It's just me and my friend if we were fanfic characters

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Have you ever had thus type of thought that usually gave you information to process?

Smth like "His injuries were so bad, even usually silent man made shocked sound".

It surely can give you another thought "Where the hell it came from?!"

So, I had this type of thought, and it wasn't small...

I'll just leave it here:

Random piece of work:

..."Why do you suddenly care?" he asked calmly. He didn't need this attention now(who was he kidding? He was 'caring'-touch starved, and wanted to feel loved). He needed it when his 7 year old version had nightmares. But couldn't bring himself to call for anyone present in the house, 'cause Mic was tired from work and Aizawa was absent. He needed attention when he had won his first chess online game, learning how to play by himself. No one was there. One accident made him feel unwanted easily: on his ninth birthday, he made a great, for his age, dinner himself for the whole family. He waited and waited, and waited... Until it was too late to wait. He went to sleep, just to find in the morning that food was left untouched. He understood that his parents might were tired, or came nearly in the morning and went straight to sleep... But he found a dirty cup of coffee, which Aizawa never had home only if he had time.

But Izuku let it be! Of course, his dad might not notice food, though he hardly doesn't notice anything, that comes with hero work. He didn't worry about Mic though, the man always left early and came late. And he found that one portion was missing, meaning that maybe Mic packed it with himself. At least he hoped.

You might think it was petty of him, but what can you say to child, whose parents missed his birthday. Like, really missed, not even a note with "Happy Birthday, Izu ;)". That makes child sad.

"What...do you mean?" Wow, man clearly didn't know what was wrong. Eh, he wasn't shocked. It was more of suprise that Aizawa remembered about him. What was the last time they talked? If with Hizashi he could at least exchange a few words, it was far more than with Aizawa "I always care" Now that was a cold tone. Now that was 'scary'.

"Oh, don't lie to yourself" he made a move with his hands. He got this habit during his night patrols, but tried not to use it too much in day time, so he wasn't recognized "You even spend more time with Hitoshi than me" he deadpanned. Maybe it was just jealousy, but he had all rights for it. Aizawa was his parent, not Hitoshi's, and as far as he learned, Shinsou had good parents, and wasn't parent-attached to Aizawa. Which he couldn't say about man. "Hell, you remembered his birthday and congratulated him! Do you even remember when is mine?!" And that was hysteria coming by the corner. Well, he held himself for, what? Eight years?

"Don't be childish. You're to old to jealous me over another kid-"

"I have all the rights to be jealous!"

"Young man!" Aizawa flashed with red eyes.

"What. What do you want from me now? To be a family?! Well, your time tik-tik-tak! It's gone! You had a decade to be a family, but decided that you had better things to do!" And again, he threw his hands up, but suddenly all his angry was gone. "Really, Aizawa-" man for some reason flinched. Ah. Right. He usually called him dad, even if he didn't get a response. "-what do you want from me? I always drew inside the line, I never asked for anything that wasn't mine. I got used that you don't care. That Hizashi tries, but he forgets most of the time. I got used to cook for myself since 8. Because Hizashi wasn't always cooking, he didn't have that much time. I even got used to explain to myself, why you don't care-"

"I am always busy with hero and school work"

"And yet, you found your time for Shinsou" he smiled tiredly. He really got used to it. Doesn't mean he was happy with/accepted it. "Listen, if you don't want me I will move out as soon as I turn legal age for this. Really, I won't be a bother" of course. He didn't want this, but he for sure want to live in the family that didn't want him. There was no need in him. That was...sad.

"Listen, kid. I didn't mea-"

"Save it, please" he was really tired of all this. He needed some sleep, maybe? "I don't want to hear you lying, although I don't know why you would do this"

"Wha-, but I'm not."

"Please...Leave this room".

"..."

"Please."

"Fine" with that words Aizawa got up and went out of the room.

After the door closed Izuku sighed heavily. Kami, he was exhausted...

I know no one probably will read this, but I'll...just leave it here...

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Okay, so:

I want to write a fic? I'm not sure when I'll write 1st chapter, but yeah-

Umm, so it's about somewhat ghost Deku, but at first it'll Bakugou centered fic, maybe for a few chapters? I haven't decided yet

Why am I posting this, u might ask:

Easy! It'll be my first bnha fic and I need to know opinion if someone would be interested in reading smth like this??

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Happy 2022!

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Okay, I'm not the best artist, but I could do it! @myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown

Hope you like it)

P.S

Fanfic "Viridian:The Green Guide":