✰ Mark and Donghyuck sit by the edge of a pier to watch the sunset ✰
they watch the sunset as clouds drift above them, creating shapeless but familiar silhouettes
the wind blew as it carried a salty scent of the ocean that came from somewhere in the horizon, filling Mark’s lungs until he felt like he had all the air he needed for the rest of his life
he watched Donghyuck close his eyes as his eyelashes flutter ever so slightly
just like the way the butterflies in Mark’s stomach dance and prompt a pleasant feeling that travels all the way to his chest
the sinking sun colored Donghyuck’s tanned complexion with orange and a hue of blue that Mark wasn’t sure where it came from
Donghyuck’s lips tug upward little by little before forming a blissful smile
he was taking in the breeze as if it had always been a part of him, strands of crimson locks sway gently in the same rhythm of the breeze
something tugs on Mark’s heart
it feels like the first time he realized he was in love with Donghyuck
he had fallen for the rose-haired boy for what felt like the thousandth time already
every time he did, his love for him only grew beyond what Mark thought was possible
there was a time where he was afraid
afraid of what’s to come, thinking if one day he won’t have it in him to become what his parents expect him to be
afraid of the things he will have to face, afraid of his fleeting and fragile adolescence
Mark never truly knows what would happen when he leaps to another day
but he will always know that no matter what day he leaps to, he will always find himself in love with Donghyuck
he knows it every time he drifts off asleep, when he wakes up to the cool sensation of his bedsheets, and any time in between
this only constant in his uncertain days always kept him grounded and steady
when Mark looked down and gaze upon the great and deep blue waters, it didn’t seem as daunting beneath their well-worn and dirty sneakers
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considering nate & maggie are said to have worked together sometimes, collaborating to discover art fraud pre-leverage… i’d like to imagine that maggie has at least heard of the leverage team members in passing. she wouldn’t recognise them in a crowd, but she’s familiar with big names in the art theft & forgery world. she’d have SOME expectations of what they were like. and then in the second david job, she’s meeting them and they’re. them. like-
what she knows about parker: worlds greatest thief, seems more interested in banks but certainly an art thief, too. nate says she has a reputation for being "insane".
what she assumes about parker: probably does some great grifting to get into those museums and vaults, been a world class thief for ages so she’d be in her late 30s at least by season 1. dangerous, formidable, scary, do not approach.
what she very quickly learns about parker: is a duckling who has imprinted on her
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it's such a crime that jean is so pale and it speaks to how long he was locked up in the nest for bc believe me if you've spent even a few seconds in the south of France you know just how tanned every single person is there and I know genetics blah blah blah but trust me I have the pastiest burning Irish skin going and even just spending a month out here will make me miraculously tan but I still sure as hell stick out like a sore thumb whenever I go out cause it's so obvious that I'm not from here but anyway my point is I hope Jean gets gloriously tanned now that he's in LA and spends lots of time in the sun and on the beach and has a great time 😊
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There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.
It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).
He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.
Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.
It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.
There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.
But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.
(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.
"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)
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Today I decided to show you my attempts at animating !
(it's not very easy to tell on this one but it's Emmet throwing a Joltik at your face haha)
....Yeah truth is I don't know how to animate, idk what's gotten into me, I have no idea what I am doing haha
I don't hate it tho ! (but could definitely be better, too bad I'm too lazy to actually learn how to do it properly)
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