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class-1b-bull · 1 year

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personal nitpicks you have about the characterization of class 1B/or just the characters in itself in any aspect?

also more of an ask instead of a prompt, but how often/do you do more full length fics? haven’t fully looked through your backlog yet xp

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My personal thoughts/nitpicks for each character.

Awase - Honestly I have nothing to nitpick about his character itself (other than his lack of style) but I dont like how the fandom doesn't acknowledge how hard he has worked to become a pro (he litterally almost died for momo during the summer camp attack)

Sen - i have nothing to nitpick exsept I wish we could see his love for photography a little bit in the show instead of just having horikoshi saying he likes photography yk

Kamakiri - i dont like how he doesnt have a cannon backstory or cannon reasoning for being as loud and brash as he is. Bakugou and Monoma have their reasons for being dicks so I wanna know his.

Kuroiro - i have nothing to nitpick because he is perfect. (Seriously tho, i love his design, character, personality and quirk and it all fits him so well. I just wish we could see more of him)

Kendo - im not sure what it is about her character but theres something there I dont really like. I cant tell what it is tho so I cant nitpick it rip. Its been bothering me since ive first started bnha.

Kodai - my only nit pick with her is I have a hard time writing for her sometimes but thats about it. Shes kinda boring and she has no hard set personality traits so i struggled to wrjte her in the past

Komori - the only thing I have to say for her is we dont see her as much as we should in the show but that could be said about all of class 1B.

Shiozaki - i actually didnt like her when I started this blog and was originally gonna exclude her from the blog because she made me uncomfortable but the more i have written for her the more she grew on me so now I dont mind her.

Shishida - hes kinda boring to me but I like the memes that make him seem like the class dog instead of just a student yk? I saw someone say hes scared of a hairdryer before lmao. Not rlly a nitpick but idc

Shoda - hes kinda basic to me all around. His cannon personality, likes, quirk, ect. Its all just kinda bland in comparison to most of the characters in the show (especially since this show prides itself on unique characters)

Pony - i dont like how she stabbed ojiro in season 5 or 6 I forgot which one. But yea thats about it. Shes pretty fun for me to write sometimes especially when I talk about her being American. But yea all i really have to nitpick is her stabbing ojiro

Tsubaraba - his quirk and personality is more on the unique side when it comes to this show (considering most of the side characters are the quiet/shy type.) But his design isnt anything special. The only way I can tell kosei apart from a random background character is his eyes. If his back is turned I have no idea who he is lmao

Tetsutetsu - in my heart those things around his eyes is a mask. I dont care that the author said they're eyelashes, its a mask. (Same thing with tokoyami having hair and not feathers...)

Tokage - shes cool and all but she is so fucking hard to write (especially since im trying to not dumb the characters down to one or two specific details) but her entire wiki is just 'emotional girl that likes dinosaurs, she kinda smart too' yk?

Manga - i love him and there is nothing to nitpick because he is perfect. He has one of the more unique personalities and quirks out of everyone in the show (in my opinion) and it fits him very well.

Honenuki - i dont like his design all that much. I like the mutation and his quirk is ok in my opinion but I dont like most other parts of his physical design.

Bondo - i like him but ive struggled to write for him a lot of the time because hes kinda boring and lacks any unique personality traits. Talking to him would be like talking to a wall but idc i live him anyways.

Monoma - his reasoning for being a dick to all of class 1-A is better than bakugous reason for being a dick but people excuse bakugous behavior but not monomas for some reason. Not really a nitpick on him but oh well.

Reiko - all I have to say about her is her personality is a little hard for me to write sometimes. Maybe because i dont know as much about her as I do some of the other students but she lacks emotion sometimes.

Rin - he is called the martial arts hero so where tf is the martial arts? I wanna see rin do martial arts in the way weve seen uraraka do martial arts but we dont get that >:( also there is so little content for him it actually drives me insane.

And to answer the fanfiction question-

I have yet to do any actual fanfiction simply because I dont think I would be good at it. I have creative ideas and i can put it into words until a certain point but I am unable to drag things out properly and put proper care into longer writings due to impatience and my lack of confidencein my longer writings. I might think about writing short oneshots for charachters in the future but for now I will stick with headcanons :P

Anyways my life is slowly being consumed by sun haven.

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lucius-morningstar · 26 days

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Possible Next Gen (Maybe?)

So only one maybe two of these will be canonical for the next gen I'm working on. (One in particular will not be but will probably be put in a separate AU. First off let me start by saying thank you to LeonTheDemon on Toyhouse for designing these characters for me, they're honestly gorgeous and I can't wait to find a place for them. First off is one who will definitely be in it. I have decided to make Eris a little brother. The age difference will range from 2 to 4 years of a difference. Not big enough to really make a huge deal of it. He will also be the future love interest to Harper/Raziel. His name is Liam Samael Morningstar

Why him, honestly why not. Nothing would piss off Lute more then her first and only child being attracted to the son of her enemy. Say hello to Liam Morningstar. His personality leans a bit more towards his mama (Vaggie), he's stern a little grumpy and a bit of a realist in most situations. Gaining his trust and loyalty will earn you a good friend in the long run. He has his mama's temper as well, if you know what buttons to push you'll have hell to pay, pun very much intended. Little Quirks/traits - The x in his eye is actually not an issue, in fact the x works to his advantage, people mistake it for him being unable to see but it's fully functional and it's capable of sensing where the weakest spot on his enemy is. - He has a close relationship with his sister, to no one's surprise but his cousin and him don't always see eye to eye and often argue, he isn't huge on Molly either. -------- Next we have my possible replacement for Lila, Estelle Carmine.

She is the daughter of Zestial and Carmilla Carmine. Her buggy appearance from her father's side, shines in a lot more. I am not sure if she'll be apart of the next gen I'm working on. That's still in the air. Personality: She's oddly calm, very forthcoming and highly intelligent, she was and has been trained by her mother, do not let her looks fool you.. On second thought, let them fool you. She'll take more joy out of surprising you. Little Quirks/traits - She's actually quite flirty, which is another way she gets her enemies off their guard. - Estelle's antennae allow her to sense movement from all directions, she senses the air motion as well as vibrations. Yes they're also capable of smell and touch but that is one of the few things that bother her. ------ Last but not least.. I've jumped on the bandwagon and had a Radio Apple child made. Why because I have no self control and honestly the design potential is just too good. So everyone say hello to Minerva Mae Morningstar.

Everyone say hello to Minerva, so for her I really wanted to inherit some of the "Seraphim qualities" that Lucifer possibly had at one point and figured hey why not put it into one of his kids. Hence the blue iris colors, the red obviously comes from Alastor. Now I know looking at her she looks pretty intimidating right. Well don't judge a book by it's cover because she is actually different from many of the Radio Apple children I've noticed. I decided that while its fun to make a chaotic child, it's even more fun to subvert expectations. Minerva takes more after the angelic side of her family, she's got a pretty gentle and kind demeanor and prefers to talk out her problems instead of outright using violence. All in all she's a lot sweeter then she looks. Little quirks/traits. - She has Alastor's ears and smile but purposely hides them. She knows the smile is eerie to people so she does her best not too which results in her just looking rude when she has a solemn face twenty four seven. The ears, she just personally doesn't like them and they're super sensitive to sound. Sometimes her ears perk which often knocks off her hat. - Her outfit was designed by Rosie, yes she's aware pink stands out more but she doesn't mind. - Her eyes have a sense of holy magic in them, so she's capable of spotting honesty and virtue in the sinners she bumps into. - She is very insecure of her looks. Why, why not. However she does find a friend in a dog much like Lucius. I am trying to get some kind of pitbull demon lookin thing. Misunderstood babies who just need love.

#fan character #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #fan oc #radioapple child #hotel hazbin #chaggie baby #Next Gen #Zestimilla #hazbin zestial #carmilla carmine #Chaggie child

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vacantgodling · 2 months

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#8: Jihi Arthea

Your world is a mist of illusions; thick and bewildering. Only she can save you now. You stumble in the darkness, take actions not your own—but how little you know of what you have truly done. Should you break free of this curse, the pain of your failures will swallow you. Perhaps it is better to live in blissful ignorance; you can’t miss what you cannot remember. But there is a beacon in the darkness… something that is beginning to open your eyes.

“jihi” means mercy. “arthea” means lofty hill.

39, cis man (he/him), romance: debatable; he’s hard to tie down to most things. he’s flirtatious and enjoys the tease of it, but if things were to try and get serious he gets flighty. sex: yes. preference: feminine.

deep midnight skin and dark, shimmering indigo eyes like the deepest depths of the ocean; they seem to have a strange reflective quality about them that is hard to tell if they absorb or reflect all light. his hair is jet black and frames his face in waves, curling around his cheeks and the nape of his neck. he has a crooked smile that quirks to one side, and he is long and lithe in build and stature, standing somewhere around 5’11”.

SCOUT, trained as an upperclassman to francesca, cameron, and miona. he is a very skilled scout and tends to fight with his barehands—though this grappling tends to work better on humanoid opponents. the reason he uses his barehands has to do with the fact that he is from Snake’s Canyon and is quite proficient in the magic lumine; so he absorbs the ars of monsters and plants and nearby things as he fights to make his punches more powerful and devastating. he could rip your beating heart out of your chest faster than you can blink. another advantage lumine gives him is that it gives him the odd ability to essentially melt into darkness and become completely invisible to the naked eye. he basically bends light around him into nothingness and steps into the pocket it creates—which is a terrible explanation but he’s bad at explaining how it works himself. the only person who understands this is erebos—but that’s also because he’s a proficient lumine user.

before jihi met madja, he was already quite a mysterious person. still, he was mysterious in a helpful, relaxed kind of way—he just kept his emotions to his chest and didn’t always let people know what he was privy to or what was on his mind. he loved to tease and got along well with his previous teammate, altair, for this reason, as the two were quite alike. he could be vague but you could tell he had a deep compassion for the people he allowed into his life and he would do anything for those he cared for. if you ask cameron, who has known him for many years… madja changed him. she isn’t sure how or why, but the same traits that he has feel more hollow and on edge than he used to be. he is wholly and solely devoted to her and would drop anything, anyone—kill anything or anyone to please her. its not natural… but he’s too caught in the whims of it to notice or care. at least, yet. another person who notices this is odd is jagoda; who is technically jihi’s younger brother. the two of them don’t really have much of a relationship… just due to the fact that jihi didn’t really grow up with him and their two younger siblings jacira and jitka. the three younger ones moved to Kingsburrow from Snake’s Canyon where they were born to lead a better life, but jihi refused to go and stayed there with their father—causing contention among the family. nowadays, the two of them acknowledge each other… barely. but well. jagoda has his friends, and jihi has madja, and that’s enough. jihi tells himself it is.

3 fun facts about them: he is very dense when it comes to how other people feel about him and doesn’t see anything wrong with flirting with others which really tends to give them the wrong idea and him a slightly unfair reputation as a ‘ladykiller’ — biggest example of this being cameron. he hates the taste of water and has to be coerced, bribed or tricked into drinking it. he loves to take naps, especially on those he trusts—its like the biggest show of his affection for you.

#s: tcol #tcol character intro

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go-foxes · 1 year

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01/BASICS

Full Name: Tanner Keith Sullivan Jr. Nickname: TK (At this point, the only person who calls him “Tanner” is his father—and, by extension, the rest of his step-family. It makes going to visit them feel like going to another planet, where he’s a different person. Mateo also has “Tanner” privileges, but because of the aforementioned father, he doesn’t really use them.) Birthday: March 3rd Gender/Pronouns: Cis Man, He/Him Sexual Orientation: Bisexual—he’s not closeted, but he does keep it a little close to the chest. Astrological Sign: Pisces (Pisces II, The Week of the Loner). Taurus Moon. Spoken Languages: English, Spanish he’s learned in school or from Mateo Birthplace: Oakland, California Relationship Status: Single

TRIGGER WARNINGS: references to illness/death

02/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Dark, and well maintained: shaved on the sides, longer and slightly curly on the top. He likes to shave a cool racing stripe into one side. Eye Color: Brown Face Claim: Michael Evans Behling Height: 6’2” Tattoos: None Piercings: None—while he keeps dangling the possibility of matching tattoos over Mateo’s head, he hasn’t given in yet. Unique Attributes: He hit his growth spurt young, and was the first person on his high school Exy team to be able to grow decent facial hair. He’s had a convincing fake ID for just about as long. He has a pretty soft voice for someone of his height/build, and doesn’t really try to use his size to intimidate unless he’s on the court or backing Mateo up off of it.

03/PERSONALITY TRAITS/TYPES

Positive Traits: Loyal, responsible, empathetic, agreeable, reliable Negative Traits: Self-sacrificing, withdrawn, hesitant, holds grudges Hobbies/Interests: It’s always been Exy. They fell in love with it back in Little League, back when it felt like their father came to every game and every practice, back when he still showed up. When his mom got sick, when his father left, quitting was something he felt like he had to do—because it was just a game, because he needed to show that he could step up in his father’s absence, show that he could take care of things—but he never really stopped missing it. And, in those years when it was just him and his mother and both of them trying and failing to hold it all together, he never really had the time to find anything to take its place. But while he’s always been all about Exy, he knows it’s not the same for Mateo. He’s happy to watch while Mateo’s working on his bike, or throw in his two cents when he’s coming up with ideas of places they can go or things they can see. He’s easy-going like that, it’s enough for him to just—be there, hanging out. Major/Minor: Undeclared Insecurities: Over the years, there have been enough people who have thought that TK could be a good influence on Mateo—maybe chiefly among them Mateo’s father. A lot of those people usually end up disappointed, and it usually feels like it’s in TK, like he’s somehow allowing Mateo to be a bad influence on him, like he’s some kind of spineless coward that Mateo walks all over. No one seems to understand that it doesn’t have to be about someone being a good influence or someone being a bad influence—that they can just be friends, best friends, brothers. That TK doesn’t do things he doesn’t want to do. That maybe, just maybe, he likes the way that Mateo makes him fun, in a way that he doesn’t feel like he can be on his own. Quirks/Eccentricities: He’s fastidiously neat, whether that comes from not wanting to leave things laying around that his mom could trip on or from feeling like a guest in Eduardo Montes’ home that could be kicked out any time he changed his mind. He doesn’t like when there are dishes in the sink, and he keeps up with his laundry. MBTI Type: INFP, “The Mediator” (Mediators share a sincere curiosity about the depths of human nature. Introspective to the core, they’re exquisitely attuned to their own thoughts and feelings, but they yearn to understand the people around them as well. Mediators are compassionate and nonjudgmental, always willing to hear another person’s story. When someone opens up to them or turns to them for comfort, they feel honored to listen and be of help.) Enneagram Type: Type Six, “The Loyalist” (Of all the personality types, Sixes are the most loyal to their friends and to their beliefs. They will “go down with the ship” and hang on to relationships of all kinds far longer than most other types. They will typically fight for their beliefs more fiercely than they will fight for themselves, and they will defend their community or family more tenaciously than they will defend themselves.) Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Temperament: Phlegmatic

04/FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family:

Parents: Tanner Sullivan (Father), Deanna Sullivan (Mother, deceased)

Step Family: Candice Ross-Sullivan (Step Mother), Madison Ross-Sullivan (Step Sister, 18), Mackenzie Ross-Sullivan (Step Sister, 13)

Chosen Family: Mateo Montes (Brother)

How do they feel about their family?: TK used to have an idealized view of his parents. And when the life that he lived in his childhood—the one where no one was sick, when he wasn’t worried about money, when he didn’t feel left behind—shattered, it felt like it split him right down the middle. But his mother needed him, while his father showed that he didn’t need either of them. And so TK idealized his mother even further, and channeled all of his grief and his resentment towards his father—probably even more than he deserved. And ever since his father left, since he found a new and better family and moved to a new state, TK’s done everything he can to not be like him. He wants to be reliable, dependable, he wants to keep his word.

He knows that his mother wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t a saint, she was just a person who got far worse than she deserved: from life, from her husband, from TK himself. And, somewhere deep down, he knows that the same is true for him: that he deserved much better than he got, including from her, even though it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t his fault either. They were both just doing the best they could, even if their best wasn’t good enough.

He’s never had much time for his step-family. When he was younger, he would spend his time at his father’s house worried sick about his mother, just waiting to get home. His father never shared those worries, he seemed so happy and so carefree in the life he built when he left them behind. But that life has never been TK’s life. He’s fought tooth and nail to keep himself in California, ran away and hid in Mateo’s house to keep himself from being taken to live with them in Minnesota. He doesn’t want another family. He calls his step mother by her first name, and his step-siblings feel like acquaintances at best.

With their absent, disappointing fathers and their dead, dearly missed mothers, he and Mateo have always seemed to have the important things in common, no matter how different they seemed on the outside. He’s loyal to Mateo, sometimes to a fault, but what people who write Mateo off don’t realize is that he’s the best friend or brother anyone could ever have. TK feels a lot of guilt for pushing Mateo away when things got bad with his mom, especially considering how readily Mateo opened his life and his home up to him when he needed him again. He doesn’t want to let Mateo down a second time. How does their family feel about them?: When TK’s father is around, he acts like everything’s okay, for the most part. Like there aren’t all these years and all this distance between them. Like he never missed phone calls, Exy games, child support payments. But, sometimes, when it suits him, he’ll show his resentment. Act like TK picked sides in the divorce, like it was some stupid childish thing.

The way his father really feels about TK shows in how his new family feels about him. They only get half the story, and it’s his father’s half. In that version, TK looks like a gold-digger. He looks like someone who found a meal ticket in the Montes family and has no room for his father anymore—no matter how much that hurts his father. TK tries not to spend time in Minnesota unless he has to, doesn’t see his father’s new family as his own, and so he doesn’t bother trying to change their minds. His older step-sister Madison seems to mostly see him as a dumb jock and has little time for him. His younger step-sister Kenzie, though, thinks he’s pretty cool, and has gotten into Exy—so there’s at least one person in Minnesota he can get along with.

His father left. He left TK, he left TK’s mom, and yet he always seemed to think that TK would be excited about the life that he built after he left them behind. Excited about his new house, his new family, excited about moving across the country to a place where they didn’t even play Exy, because they were all too busy playing hockey. When his mom got sicker, he thought he’d come to Minnesota. When he didn’t do that, when he did anything he could to avoid doing that, he still thought that maybe he finally would after she died.

They had a fight about it over the summer. TK told him he’d gotten into college, and his father just assumed that it was because Eduardo was paying for it, that he was paying for his son to take TK along to college like some kind of security blanket. Like it wasn’t something TK could have earned on his own.

They had another fight, when his father didn’t come to California for the funeral. He always cut and ran when things got hard, and he told TK that he didn’t think TK would want him there, not after they’d already fought about Palmetto. It felt like just another excuse. Pets: With name like Wentz, Wentz is undoubtedly Mateo’s dog, but TK loves him like he’s his own. Where do they live?: With Mateo in San Francisco, for the most part. As part of the deal that he struck with his father, though, he goes to Minnesota for summers and breaks. Description of their home: The Montes home is lavish, the kind of place where no matter how long TK’s lived there, he’s still worried about breaking things. His father’s home in Minnesota isn’t as big or as nice—that’s a high bar to clear—but it’s still bigger than the house TK grew up in, and that still makes him feel bitter. Description of their bedroom: TK is acutely aware that Eduardo Montes agreed to TK and Mateo’s scheme at least partially because it didn’t really matter to him, because it didn’t inconvenience him in any way. Because of that, TK has always lived like a guest in the Montes home, even when Eduardo wasn’t around to see it. The guest room closest to Mateo’s he claimed still mostly feels like a guest room with some Exy gear in it, and he cleans up after himself without waiting for the cleaning staff to do it.

When he visits his dad, he also sleeps in a guest room. Over the summers, his father would say things about making it his own, picking out some paint or some furniture together. But, like a lot of his father’s big ideas, they never materialized. But at least in that case, it’s not like TK wanted them to.

05/THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert Optimist or Pessimist? Optimist Leader or Follower? Follower Confident or Self-Conscious? Quietly Confident Cautious or Careless? Depends on if he’s with Mateo or not Passionate or Apathetic? Passionate Book Smarts or Street Smarts? A little of both Compliments or Insults? Neither

06/FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Blue Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: TK spent the last few years living on Eduardo Montes’ credit card, but he’s never really wanted Mateo to drop too much money on him, especially not on frivolous things like clothes. But he likes sportswear, mostly, track pants or joggers and sneakers and a snapback. He does have a bit of a vain streak, though, when it comes to showing off his gym gainz. Sleeves are optional, and most parties involve him finding some way to show off his abs. Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: He mostly listens to what Mateo’s playing. He only really cares about controlling the music when he’s working out, and then it’s a lot of up-tempo rap and hip hop. Favorite Movies: He watches a lot of horror movies for someone who has to watch from behind his hands half the time. He says he doesn’t get scared, but sometimes they keep him up at night. Action movies are more his speed. Favorite Books: He isn’t much of a reader. He’s never had the best grades in school, either, but he’s trying to turn over a new leaf at Palmetto. Favorite Foods/Drinks: He isn’t a picky eater. Before he moved in with Mateo, he was mostly eating fast food or things he could cook himself—and though he learned to be a somehow competent cook out of necessity, it was never anything anyone could call gourmet. So he loves most anything as long as he’s not cooking it. A college dining hall feels like a dream. Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: Exy. He’s a lifelong fan of the San Francisco Storm and the USC Trojans. He also likes baseball and football, but in a more casual way. Favorite Time of Day: No matter how late he’s up, he seems to be a morning person. Favorite Weather/Season: Fall—especially when it meant coming back to California from Minnesota and Exy. Favorite Animal: Whales

#TK.#TK: INSP

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hanorganaas · 1 year

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rant time

gonna do a little venting because what was supposed to be a fun day going to moulin rouge, ended up being cancelled due to a really toxic situation so as ridiculous as it sounds i am gonna need hugs and reassurance right now cause im mentally being drained from it today and just need to scream into the void.

so the other person involved twisted the story to me being the perpetrator rather than the other way around but basically was i became friends with this person in the online Moulin Rouge fandom on twitter thinking hey it could lead me to a group of people to go to the show with. Cause isn't that what online fandom is about? About a couple of weeks of talking she basically gave me what I thought was an invitation to go to Moulin Rouge with her and her friends. Because she basically didn't inform said friends I was coming and it ended up being such an embarrassing situation to me.

She also said some wacky things about her relationship with cast members (she basically claimed they invited her to hang out and they were friends), so between her putting me in such an uncomfortable situation and that I was so turned off so I blocked her. She was so angry she basically started spreading lies. She basically used the fact I tried to make friends (none underage mind you) and my age to say I was a pervert and a creeper. And she basically managed to turn the whole fandom against me, mocking my hyperactive traits at the show. Despite taking precautions she still did this for at least 2 months, even going far as putting my face on her page and telling people to mock me. She even went as far as saying I stalked Aaron Tveit when I took a pic of him at stage door. I had to get a lawyer I worked with to send a cease and desist order to her cause it affected my mental health and physical health too in addition because I felt like I was going to be harassed (My PCOS symptoms exaspeated cause the stress took so much energy). She has since stopped and wrote what I thought was really a condensending apology note when she sent back the acknowledgment, but I am still nervous and traumatized by the situation. What is even more awful people treated her like she was victim, telling her poor baby when she was engaging in toxic behavior.

I went to go see Moulin Rouge 2 weeks ago, and I remember jumping out of my seat when a fellow fan I have been talking to came to say hi and introduce herself because I thought it was that woman or one of her friends. I felt so bad when I acted scared and stuttered because she was so nice to do that. But honestly the feeling I was being watched is gonna linger for a while.

The most unfortunate causualty of this all is I had to exchange my ticket to see Derek Klena tonight. I had been looking forward to it since December, but when I found out the woman who bullied me into a nervous breakdown because she wants to be the queen bee of a silly broadway show, i was so terrified to go. I feared her making a move, I feared her sitting next to me...I feared her looking for me and telling all her friends how much of a freak I am. I know I did the right thing because when I see Derek Klena for the first time again I want to enjoy it and not worry for my safety. I have not been physically well as well with PCOS, so it would have been too much with my full time job.

But I am so angry she is going. I am so angry she is going to be there absorbing the wonderful energy and excitement. I wanted the same experience I felt seeing Aaron come back. I am so angry she is gonna have a good time tonight, with still no remorse and no consequence and I am missing out. I want to so badly divert back into the old me go on her twitter and say, "have a good time tonight cunt, because i am missing out because of you" and say all these vicious things but I am holding restraint. What is gonna do, its gonna give her the ammo "look at crazy Nor and her neurodivergent quirks she hates herself for her". There's nothing I could do, but it still hurts like hell.

It was really the last thing I wanted with all the hell I am going through, family issues, internalized abelism, and dealing with chronic illness while trying to transition my career. I was hoping tonight would distract me but -sighs- I am gonna take care of myself because its the best I can do.

The only silver lining is I decided to get a ticket to see Moulin Rouge on May the 4th (I thought why not go on star wars day cause nothing bad ever happens on star wars day). I ended up getting an even better seat than I was supposed to get for tonight. (Litterally Derek is gonna drunkenly walk in front of my face during Roxanne and I am stoked) so at least theres that.

Anyway if you could send some good vibes today that will be great but thanks for letting me vent.

#nor speaks #rant #venting #long post tw #internalized ableism tw

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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i would literally kill for headcannons about the AOT boys’ (and girls and Hange too tbh) preferences in women atm, and written by you because your headcannons actually make me cackle out loud, and are so well-written and profoundly accurate. i’m feeling introspective like… who would really be into what traits? what shit actually captivates and attracts them? what little quirks allow someone to catch their eye? you seem to have such a well-rounded and thorough understanding of the characters so i thought i’d ask if that’s something you’d be interested in writing about<3

how fun!!!! here are a few thoughts on the matter…of course all personality and character traits, no physical ones :)

eren likes a s/o who’s a lil crazy LOL he likes spontaneity and fearlessness….he likes when someone is quick to say yes to new things or has a crazy story to tell at a party—he’s automatically pulled in by extroverted people. you tell him about how you pierced your own ear once or gave urself a stick and poke tattoo and he is horny on the spot

armin likes a s/o who’s a bit snippy, a bit dominant—he likes someone who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to fight for their own fairness. likes when someone keeps him on his toes with their quickness and brashness. ur at a party and someone accidentally bumps into him and doesn’t say sorry and you go right up to them like “you hit him, you owe him an apology” and he has to mentally muster up all of his strength not to get hard LOL

mikasa likes a gentle s/o, maybe a bit soft spoken and dreamy (kinda like her) who is very protective of and attentive to her. she’s used to being the giver—being the one to fill others cups with her own empty pot. when you put her first, above others and yourself (like she has done her whole entire life), she feels like it’s too good to be true. she loves someone who can prove that doting doesn’t have to mean weak—you can be sweet and salty, soft and driven

similar to armin, jean likes a s/o who’s a little mean LMFAOOO not like actually mean but he just loves to be walked like a dog. he loves a s/o that can “wear the pants in the relationship” and he can just sit back and be like wow...thats hot LOL. loves someone who can hold their own, as well as his own (even tho they dont have to be any means, he just thinks its attractive) he’s always been second choice so he loves someone standing up for him. someone hits on him and ur like “he’s my boyfriend :) do you not have fucking eyes?” and he’s literally mind body and soul all yours in that moment LOL. he admires someone who is straightforward and a bit aggressive with what they want/like

connie likes someone who can match his energy while simultaneously looking out for him and making sure he’s not being stupid lmfao. he loves someone who is willing try new things with him or express interest in something that he likes! but then when he gets a bit too into it and is about to make a bad decision, he appreciates when you hold him back. hes like “lets go out to the bar and see some friends tonight!” and ur like “yes! how fun!” and then you get there and hes like “i am gonna get so drunk, bartender gimme a round of shots!” and ur like “no, you have work tomorrow” and hes all “🫡🫡🫡 yes boss” he just loves to trust you blindly, his fav thing about you is knowing that you always do whats best for him

sasha likes someone who is patient. patience and kindness are so important to her!!!! she always tries to put her best foot forward and be kind to all without reasoning, so when her s/o does the same thing to her???? shes folding. shes often overlooked for being “slow” or “stupid” so when you praise her and treat her with respect, or take a moment to explain something to her instead of overlooking it, she appreciates that so so so so much. she is so attracted to someone who is genuine and caring and communicative....she loves to repay you for all you do (esp in the bedroom, shes a giver ;P )

hange is attracted to responsibility and stability. they need a s/o who will remind them to eat, go to bed, shower, etc. they love knowing that someone is looking out for their best interest, that they are someone’s first priority in a way as sweet and intimidate as domestic little errands or chores. they like someone who is attentive and observant—someone who remembers the little details of their tangents and asks them to further elaborate on something that intrigued them. hange loves effort

levi likes a clingy s/o….yes i think he’s overwhelmed at first bc he’s not used to receiving attention and openly accepting love in forms of physical or verbal affirmations…but once he experiences it, he’s addicted. he loves a s/o who always wants to be around him, touching him, resting on him, always near and with him in some capacity. he likes the permanence of a life long commitment to someone. he is so so so incredibly attracted to loyalty…the thought of you choosing him to spend the rest of your life with makes him literally feral

reiner likes a supportive s/o bc i think he needs a lot of reassurance and validation :/ he likes someone who will constantly verbally remind him of their love for him. likes a communicative and doting s/o. he’s such a big baby—you scratch his back when he’s laying down and the intimacy of the simple act has him tearing up like you’re scratching my back??? of all peoples backs you could be scratching??? 🥹🥹 he needs help lol

porco likes to be the boss of someone, or rather think that he’s being the boss of someone (when he’s in reality not in control at all lmfao) ive said this a handful of times but he likes to be the fun police. likes to watch over you, let you have your fun but stop you when you’re being too reckless (kinda the opposite of connie), likes to be the one to pull you in and say ok that’s enough 🤨 or what am i gonna do with you 🤨 when in reality he is wrapped around ur lil finger, constantly thinking about you and if youre ok / having fun

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lvlpin · 2 years

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Its sunglasses back with a new short fic! i cant put my tag on the bottom die to the fact im using tumblr mobile on my phone.

brain liked kindergarten au and there proceed to dump a short story

dunno when are you getting this since timezones are fun!/j its nearly 2 as im writing this and ill go to sleep soon after ———————

Gabriel wishes he could pinch himself just to check if this is just another dream his mind came up with but couldn't since he had to rock the newest child that Six had stole mere days ago. A newborn just weeks old.

His four children had gone out to harass humans last night and only 3 came back, when he specifically told them all to come back tomorrow.

Cesar, his current youngest kid and the one who spends the most time outside is curiously absent.

"Six, what did you do this time?" He asked his oldest with a tired glare. Being mindful of the small child sleeping in his arms. When Six didn't answer and just looked at him nervously, Gabriel intensify his glare. "Six, what happened to Cesar?"

"Okay! I was just trying to intimiate the police when they went to check on the last guy's place and then Stanley needed me to do a demonstration so i had to leave Cesar alone." Six quickly explained, pulling Stanley by the wires of his TV head, "Tell dad Stanley, tell him."

If Six's nervousness was visible, then Stanley's was clearly obvious. The TV cracked with static before Stanley's face appeared on the screen.

"Yeah, i had Six come show the kids how to make more friends." He told Gabriel before wriggle his way out of his brother's grip. Which didn't work at all.

"And you couldn't ask for N?" Gabriel asks with an eyebrow quirked up.

"N was busy!" Stanley defended himself. Gabriel nodded his head slowly and focus his attention on Six again.

"Did you at least check on Cesar?"

"Yeah, I went back to help him but then there wasn't anyone in the house anymore." Six answers.

“I see.” Gabriel mutters as a tulpa waddles from out of nowhere towards his legs, reaching its arms up, asking to be picked up.

It looked like a normal regular boy except it’s face was covered in a void and one of its hands was a claw.

“Well, go find Cesar now Six and Stanley. N, you stay with me to help the tuplas with their powers.” Gabriel tells his three kids as he bends down to pick up the little tulpa.

Six and Stanley nodded and Stanley’s humanoid form drops, leaving only his tv head. He leaves with only a black screen left and Six squats down and crawls through the empty tv. Leaving N, Gabriel, and the two kids left.

N doesn’t speak too often but has done this routine enough times to know what to do. It picks up the tv left behind by his second oldest brother and follows Gabriel out of the room.

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It might be surprising but Six and Stanley have no fucking clue where their youngest brother could be. As each alternate falls under a different spectrum depending on what they can do, only alternates from the same or similar line can easily find each other.

Since Six and Stanley both work with electrical devices and spread information, they can easily tell what the other is up to, compare that to N whose main ability is body distortion, technically shapeshifting but it’s really bad at it, and speaking undesired truths, it makes it more difficult to contact it.

Cesar’s main trait is shapeshifting, though he sometimes has a problem with perfecting the image unlike Sasha who can perfectly mimic a person. He does dabble into some electrical stuff but not enough that Six or Stanley could call out for him.

Now, they could contact N to ask if it could check on where is Cesar but N also tends to ignore their calls when it helps their dad take care of the many kids they stole.

Karma was really biting their asses on that one.

So the only choice they had was to check the police station that came to investigate the crime scene from last night.

Which meant that Six is going to have to go camouflage and alone since he was the one with a human looking body.

Which is bad since the police could recognize him as the tv intruder.

Brilliant, just amazing. But that’s all they can do.

Six searches through the closet tv to the police and pulls himself out. He crawls out of the screen and lands ungracefully onto the pavement.

His surroundings consisted of a dark alleyway with garbage bags and a tv sitting off the the side behind some dumps. Lovely.

He pats himself down and makes his way to the station.

“I’ll like to report uh,” Six had to think real quick for his cover story. “I’ll like to report a strange shadow in my home.”

The officer seemed sceptiable but nods at his story. “Can you describe the shadow?” He asks, pulling out a file and pen.

“Well, I only started noticing it like, a week ago? At first I thought it was the way my hanger casted the shadow when I got home but then I keep on seeing it everywhere.” Six made up.

The officer writes his story down, “Can you describe the shadow sir?”

“It’s tall, lanky, appears around the doors and lamp.” Six was just basically describing N at this point, “I think I saw eyes and teeth at one point but I don’t really, know. Could you have someone go check on it?”

The policeman scratches the last part down. “I’ll be sure to send someone down there. By the what’s you name sir?”

“It’s Dav-“

Six was interrupted by different officer walking out from the door off to the side of the reception desk.

“What’s going here?” The officer asks, he was somewhere the same height as Six.

“Greetings Lieutenant Thatcher. Apparently this guy is here to report an alternate.” The officer pointed a thumb straight at Six.

“I could go investigate that actually.” Thatcher said.

“But you've been attacked by an alternate yesterday sir. I think you shouldn’t go on this case.”

“No, no. It’s fine, it’s my duty to help the people after all.” Thatcher waved his hand dismissively. He flashes an eye to Six, his eye briefly appearing to be a black sclera and white pupil.

That’s when Six realizes that Cesar had transformed into the police officer that was investigating the crime scene when he wasn’t looking.

The officer didn’t seem to notice the brief eye change at all as he said, “Well, it’s not in my rank to tell you what to do.”

“I’ll be going out to help this gentleman now.” Cesar said, tipping his hat and grabbing Six’s arm to drag the both of them out.

They made a mad dash to the abandoned tv, well more like Six was dragging Cesar to the alley by the fake fabric of his suit.

Once they reach the TV, Six lets go of Cesar and demands an explanation.

“What were you doing Cesar?!” He asks angrily. “ Did you forget that dad told us to get home today or what?”

"It's Thatcher now," Cesar, now Thatcher piped up. “I was planting seeds in the force.” He explains dully. “And I couldn’t just leave since I don’t exactly work as fast as you.”

“But still! Dad was after my skin when you didn’t show up.” Six was going to say more but Stanley suddenly appear on screen.

“Hey guys, we should be getting home now.” Stanley tells them, “Dad’s getting impatient.”

Six sighs but lends a hand to Thatcher, Stanley disappears off the screen and he brings Thatcher to the digital screen to get home.

sunglasses anon i am SO going to (preferable method of affection) you RN /pos /lh

i love this. oh my god I Really Do. six and stanley has Oldest Twins Energy, N is just the calm middle child who doesn't speak often, and not-cesar is Youngest Little ShitTM and alt gabriel just needs mercy because if he has strength he'd start punching shit

anyways not sure if this is 100% kindergarten au but it kinda is because this fic gave me brainworms and i had to pause on my wip to doodle for a bit HAHA

#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue fanart #alternate gabriel #the intruder #tmc stanley #alternate cesar #(since it's technically him just as Thatcher)#//#mailbox #fanart #my art #sunglasses anon #i should come up with a better 'gift/fanart' tag but im lazy #sorry for the weird brush i was messing around #HFSKJHDKFJ #[ tmc kindergarten ]

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vicious-vixxxen · 4 years

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Could I request older, pro-hero Deku with a chubby male s/o who gets ridiculed because people don't think someone of his size is good enough for the Number One hero

((Ah I may have gotten a little too deep with this one, so apologies nonnie in advance for the angst. Topics like this relate a lot to me personally. So here ya go.))

Izuku Midoriya x Chubby!Male!Reader

“That’s...such /bullshit/,” You huffed, fist clenched into the folds of the magazine, before flicking it across the kitchen with a huff- tears already stinging at the corner of your eyes as it landed split open- your face plastered over the centerfold article. ‘Is #1 Pro Hero Deku’s Husband /TOO/ big?’ The article practically shouted up at you- big, bold red letters smeared over your face, hiding the smile you’d had that night. You’d managed to secure a spot at one of Izuku’s favorite restaurants- mostly by promising the owner you’d be in and out of there within half an hour- he wasn’t the type to fawn too heavily over Pro Hero work, so ‘Deku’ being your husband didn’t hold much weight with him. But you’d been excellent patrons of his since they’d opened, in your second year of high school together. So you managed with what seniority you held. And seeing as how Izuku had only been able to snag thirty minutes between patrols, it was the perfect opportunity to scarf down a quick bite, and chat in- what you thought had been- the privacy of one of the uppermost floors of the establishment. But of course, sleazy as they were, the paparazzi had found a way to catch the both of you eating. A little too fast, a little too messily, just to be able to enjoy the atmosphere together, and have ample room to chat with one another before Izuku had to get back to his patrols. Which was fine, for Pro Hero Deku- six foot seven inches tall, two hundred and ten pounds of pure, lean machine muscle. The epitome of health and wellness, and what it meant to be strong. Able. And then there was you. A little too soft around the sides, cheeks /too/ plump/. Stomach /too/ pudgy. Thighs /too/ thick. God, you looked like a pig, food smeared on your chin, a bowl between you and your husband. ‘I guess we know where his priorities really lie’ the magazine quoted, from some random asshole on the street no doubt. Jesus Christ. “Bunch of fucking assholes.” You were angry. Of course you were angry. Fists held over your eyes to keep the tears at bay. But you were sad too. So, so fucking sad that this shit kept happening. Izuku’s management tried and failed countless times to keep shit like this from spreading. But people loved a good slam piece, as much as they adored seeing Deku’s latest accomplishments splashed across every newspaper, and TV report. Sick fucks. Whatever. Water under the bridge, you told yourself. Throat feeling tight, eyes burning with unshed tears, as you took a few deep breaths, and headed back towards your bedroom. Turning out lights in the house as you went, before stripping and crawling into bed. Thoughts running a mile a minute, as you stared up at the ceiling in silence. The only real noise the quiet sound of a car or two passing the house every now and again. You couldn’t help the way your open palms slid against your chest. Pressing, and kneading at the soft, pillowy flesh of your sides, and stomach. Grimacing at yourself, you recalled how fit you used to be during your high school days. What a dynamic you and Izuku had. Fresh on the scene after high school, no one could compare to the two of you. Kiri and Katsuki came close, but never quite managed the spark you and Izuku had. Professionally speaking. But Izuku just kept climbing higher, and higher- your quirk was good, but limited in its capabilities, which meant a halt in your hero placement a year or two after graduation. But you did what you could. You helped people because you wanted to help people, ratings be damned. But the harder Izuku worked, the more help he needed managing the world that came with climbing to number one. So you patrolled less and less, in favor of working with his design team on costume upgrades. Merchandise. Izuku trusting you and Inko to work directly with his management team, as he knew you all shared a hive mind of sorts when it came to design, and marketing. Pro Hero life for Deku was saving people. Kissing babies, and countless interviews. It was grueling, and tiresome, and he needed a team behind him to take care of everything else. So that’s what you did. Long hours spent at home alone, working through the night on various Deku projects. Meant less patrols, less gym time. You had no need for those things when you were kept busy with Izuku’s team, and you did good work! Fuck, you did great work, and Izuku praised you nonstop. Sure you’d gained a little weight at first, but it looked good on you. At least you thought so. And so did Izuku, if the way he drooled all over the expanse of your thighs the first time you’d gotten a night alone in nearly a month was any indication. But as time progressed, you cared a little less about your appearance each day. You took care of yourself, and you were far from unhealthy. But there was no denying you had filled out substantially. You didn’t care, and Izuku didn’t seem to care either...but the media sure did. Closing your eyes suddenly, you took a deep breath. Holding it in for several seconds, before letting it out shakily. Tears finally falling as you did so, and you rolled over to snuggle into Izuku’s side of the bed- face smushed into the other man’s pillow, to breath in the soft scent of his cologne. His musk. Drifting off to sleep sniffling, dreaming of the glory days the two of you held together. Izuku hadn’t planned on coming home tonight at all, it wasn’t in his schedule to. But when he’d taken five to break for a snack, he’d ran into Kirishima at the agency. Chatting quickly, recalling rather suddenly that it had been several days since he’d seen Y/N. Scratching at the nape of his neck awkwardly, hunched over slightly muttering excuses to himself. He may have been big, and strong, but to his friends, Midoriya still held fast to those traits that made him who he was. Even back at UA. One call to Bakugou from Kirishima later, and the two of them were taking Deku’s shift, sending him hurrying home- a smile as bright as the sun on his face as he charged up, and bolted from the agency as fast as he could. Fingers crossed that you weren’t asleep yet. His dreams were dashed, but not unpleasantly so, when he landed outside however, and found all the lights in the house were off. It was late, and he appreciated you getting your rest. Knowing all too well how often you’d stay awake working on things for him. Izuku’s heart overflowed with love for you when he recalled all you did for him. For the both of you. He couldn’t imagine being as cemented in the top spot, as capable of doing what he did, without you there. You and his mother were his whole world, keeping him afloat at even the hardest of times. He...he was nothing, without you. So knowing you were in bed, getting your rest, made him smile. A smile that was soon replaced with a recoiled snarl as he entered the house- beelining to the kitchen for a glass of water, wherein he found the magazine spread out, as though left for him on the kitchen floor. Another one. Another article attacking you. Shaming you. Making fun of you. The kitchen was alight with green sparks as Izuku picked up the magazine, sneering at it when it came clearly into focus, before promptly stomping over and throwing it into the trash. Chest heaving as he sat with the knowledge that you’d probably been worrying over this again all evening. While he was out. Combing the city for villains, while you were here, dealing with...god. Hero suit boots already at the front door, Deku removed his socks as he made his way back to your bedroom quietly- leaving them in the hall- a nasty habit of his he’d never been able to break. Letting himself into your room, his heart breaking at the site before him. He wasn’t sure how long you’d been crying, but it was long enough to leave the salty, humid scent of tears in the air as he entered. And there you were, huddled up with his pillows, breathing softly- face smeared with tears, their tracks glinting back at Izuku as he rounded the bed, and just stood there. Feeling so powerless. Too big. Normally he’d clean up first, but being sure he couldn’t wait one more second, let alone the twenty minutes it would take to shower, Midoriya acted quickly. Removing his Hero suit silently, left in nothing but a pair of fitted boxer briefs- before sliding into bed next to you. Pulling his pillow gently from your grasp, to settle behind his own head, before gathering you up and into his arms. Shifting you almost entirely onto his front, before you stirred. Izuku’s stopped breathing when your eyes fluttered open, and your nose wrinkled- wanting to smile as you noticed the heat beneath you, the strong scent of Izuku’s skin filling your senses. Glancing up at him, your sleep idled mind offered only one clear thought. ‘He’s home’. Try as you might, however, the pressure from earlier in the evening boiled over again- mixing with the overwhelming sense of love you felt at being able to see him. Feel him. Smell him. Just /be/ with him. Everything was still, and quiet, a pin drop could be heard. Until you hiccupped, once, twice, before choking on a sob as you pressed your face flush against Izuku’s chest, and cried. You cried, and cried, and cried. Trying to recall the last time you’d seen him, your sleep clouded mind coming up blank. All you could see was that stupid fucking picture in the magazine. Izuku held firm to you as you cried, eyes shut tight, tears threatening to spill right alongside yours. Old habits die hard, he thought idly. He didn’t shush you, or try and quiet you down. Offer words of encouragement, nor did he berate the magazines, or spew on about how much hell he was going to put them through for this. He simply held you, stroked your back, and kissed the top of your head over and over, as you covered his chest in tears. Finally settling down after a few minutes, and simply breathing together. Your ears pressed against Deku’s wet chest, listening to your husband's heartbeat. Allowing it to calm you. Arms finding their way under Izuku’s body, holding each other now. Tight, almost too much. But neither of you complained. “I love you,” Izuku finally whispered, though it was so full of sentiment- of meaning, almost harshly so, it caught you off guard. “I love you more than the world will ever know, or understand, and I’d drop off the face of the planet tomorrow, and leave them to fend for themselves, if it meant proving to you how wonderfully, beautifully, exquisitely perfect you are to me.” Fucking…”I wanted to /stop/ crying, you fucking jerk,” You laughed wetly, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you lifted a hand to swat at the side of Deku’s head- both of you snickering wetly now, as you began to card your fingers through his hair with the same hand. Snuggling impossibly deeper into the man’s chest, as his words rang in your ears. He meant it too, the voice in your head whispered. Your chest tight as you imagined him giving up all he’d ever worked for, just so you’d understand. You never held any doubt that he loved you. As you were, as you had been- however you’d be tomorrow, or the day after. But you struggled a lot, internally. You always had. It would be a struggle you’d live with till the day you died, you were sure of it. But even so, you reasoned, then and there, that if even then, you knew how deeply, and unequivocally Izuku cared for you- loved you. That thing’s would always be okay. No matter what. “I love you too,” you sighed back finally, clearing your throat, and closing your eyes as you felt yourself quickly drifting again. “So so much, ‘zuku.” Peppering Deku’s chest with kisses till you fell asleep, Izuku was sure if his heart swelled any more, it would burst. Waiting till you had fallen back asleep fully, he rolled the two of you over. Caging you into the mattress beneath him, and falling asleep that way. Guarding you even as the two of you slept. Keeping you safe from everyone, and everything. Midoriya’s only other thought, besides you, before he slipped into unconsciousness, was to call into the agency the next day, because he wasn’t going to going in for a while. ((Really enjoyed writing this one, got me in my feels, and made me feel all warm, imagining Deku holding me at the end of a long day, when I could care less about feeling good about myself. Thanks for the opportunity nonnie, hope you enjoy.))

#mha x male reader #mha x reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x male reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x male reader #deku x reader

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theangrycomet · 4 years

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Why Reboot!Max is the best of the Grandpa Max’s in the Ben 10 Franchise: An Essay

This is a long one, so it goes beneath the cut so I don’t clog up the dash.

Note: I still love Classic Max, I just think Reboot Max was executed better.

Edit: I no longer love Max Prime.

The narrative doesn’t treat Reboot Mac like an infallible source of knowledge like Classic does:

Classic Max is seen as some wealth of knowledge not to be questioned, despite being shown to be an unreliable narrator. No one questions his decisions (except Gwen occasionally) and pretty much what he says is law, even when he’s wrong. This wouldn’t be so bad, but he never suffers consequences for his mistakes, and things that should cause character growth are just dismissed or forgotten about.

Reboot!Max is treated more like a bumbling but well meaning old an trying to seem cool to his grandkids. He’a allowed to be wrong and learn from it as well as the kiddos.

Reboot Max is more supportive of Gwen’s interests than OS!Max is.

Now I’m NOT saying OS!Max doesn’t support and love his Gwen, but how often had he advised her against using magic she didn’t understand while Ben was goofing off with the Omnitrix (the alien device which NO ONE understood)?

Gwen finding the Luck Charm of Bezel resulted in Max telling her basically (kindly) to get rid of it and leave the saving to Ben, as he’s got the Omnitrix.

Gwen’s finding Charmcaster’s spell book was taking in with a little more stride, but nevertheless Max never seemed overly fond of the idea of her fighting with it.

Now this could just be a bias of Magic vs Technology, but even so, in his efforts to keep Gwen away from magic, he’s really discouraging her from pursuing what actually’s gotten her attention.

Now, Reboot!Gwen doesn’t have powers aside from her intelligence, agility, and, when she puts her mind to it, an amazing ability to wreck a villains most indestructible of devices.

And when there’s trouble, Max helps her with this, the two forming the very aptly named Team Destroy.

Additionally, he regularly partakes in her interests whether its cosplaying as a wizard in a Renaissance Festival or dressing as a Cat for the KittyCon (a furry thing I think? Does it count if it’s not the full body being covered?).

How honest Max is with the kids.

Now I don’t know if Reboot Mac is a plumber for certain, but they have indicated that he and Phil know more than they let on about the whole alien thing. However, Reboot Max has repeatedly shown to be completely honest with the kids regarding his knowledge on the situation at hand. He doesn’t withhold information, especially in regards to whether said information will impact how the kids respond. In short, he’s very open.

OS Max however, plays it close to the chest. He’s always three steps ahead because he leaves other two steps behind. Max doesn’t explain his actions nor his reasoning as repeatedly demonstrated through UAF (going out on his own to deal the DNaliens, the whole Aliens things to his kids). Ben and Gwen had no idea what was going on and thought him DEAD for several months either out a word of contact.

he goes by his guts and that often time leads him down the lone wolf path.

His quirks and how they get passed down to the Kiddos:

This ones minor granted but this one actually bugs me a lot

Reboot Max is till a foodie who likes strange things; but he never has ever really pushed the kids to eat extremely weird things they don’t really want to. Instead, he helps them explore their pallets by making it fun and taking them food festivals and the like, which the kids atually enjoy.

OS Max kind of has the mentality of you get to eat what’s on your plate, no if’s or but’s about it.

I know this is really trivial, but That kind of mindset regarding kids and food really bother me personally for reasons I won’t delve into because they’re not really relevant.

The biggest thing though is his empathy towards the Franchise Favorite Angst Child.

Kevin: now, there is a distinct difference between Reboot Kevin and Kevin Prime, but these serve to exemplify certain traits of Max’s characters.

Kevin in the Classic Time line is an Osmosian or at least a Mutant, depending on the series you focus on (I’m going to say Osmosian for now because that makes more sense in the writing department)

This allows him the ability to absorb matter, but also energy. However too much raw energy (particularly living energy) results in “madness”. I don’t know enough about psychology to pinpoint an exact condition, but this strips Kevin of his Agency of his actions.additionally he was a homeless eleven year (trans? I thought that was canonical but apparently it’s not) mutant/ alien kid with powers that he could control in moderation.

So you would think that 60 year old experienced plumber, who KNEW his father and the conditions of Kevin’s powers, including what would happen if absorbed too much energy, would at least try to help him.

However, instead we have children trying to murder each other and Kevin (still 11) sent into an pocket Prison dimension that’s landscape is likely to kill you if the residents/prisoners/ plumbers don’t.

And he was pretty much forgotten and left there to rot.

[I am not going to address the Ultimate Kevin Arc, because Reboot!Max wouldn’t ever face a situation like this because of the Antitrix being Kevin’s source of power. Additionally that story arc was so OOC on everyone’s parts I can’t really critique OS!Max equally to Reboot.]

Reboot!Kevin doesn’t (as of the series and Ben vs the Universe) have any Osmosian powers. No energy/matter absorption at all.

Kevin instead has, with the indirect help of Vilgax, built his OWN version of the Omnitrix that works perfectly when is comes to DNA modification. It is still a knock off Omnitrix built in a human garage however, so it is not a perfect match and only has 11 aliens total.

[Still, considering the last guy who attempted to build an omnitrix was an adult Galvan who still managed to mess up his Default DNA to Ben’s, that’s pretty impressive.]

This grants Kevin significantly more control over his actions than OS, making him fully liable for his actions.

Despite this Reboot!Max, nor do the rest of the Tennysons, despise him for it. Like, they aren’t happy with his actions and will call him out on his behavior, but they don’t hate him nor pick a fight at every twist and turn.

Reboot!Max actively offers Kevin help and does not forget that he is still a child. Unafraid, he is kind to Kevin, despite his belligerence, and even praises him when he sees the kid trying to do better. Max is very likely the first adult, to tell Kevin he’s proud of him.

Reboot!Max is more Empathetic than Classic!Max

Note: this is more speculation and what if’s as the character I am discussing lives strictly in the Reboot Ben 10 Verse.

There is a second boy, not talked about too much in the fandom that Classic!Max would flat out not accept.

Glitch.

Glitch, for those who do not know, is a hybrid alien created when Ben used Upgrade to upgrade the Omntirix and Unlock master control. This caused a feedback energy wave through out the inner workings within the Omnitrix itself and breaking The Galvanic Mechamorph (I.e. Upgrade’s) DNA tube. In order to survive, the DNA merged its remaining DNA from a sample of it’s host, creating Glitch.

In short, he’s a mix of Ben and Upgrade’s DNA; though his genes seem to be mostly Mechamorph. He lived within the Omnitrix and basically ran maintenance on it until he left the Omnitrix curtesy of The Tennysons and Vilgax.

In the Ben 10 Reboot Universe, he is the only person (except for maybe Azmuth) that knows everything about the Omnitrix, so much so that he is assimilate Alien DNA into his own upon builds (see Glitch’s Vehicular state).

Classic Max would be flat out uncomfortable around Glitch and probably would try and get rid of him. Not so much because he is a “clone” of Ben, but that he can do so much damage with his knowledge. A “too much power is dangerous” sort of thing.

He would see Glitch more as a threat than a family member. With his intelligence and know how of the Omnitrix, in addition to his natural abilities and just how he came to be, Max would be more than a little concerned about this kid.

ESPECIALLY with the events of Malware fresh in memory.

Heck, Glitch might even scare Classic Max.

Reboot!Max takes Glitch in as part of the family without a seconds hesitation or question. He is considered a Tennyson and treated as such, which just would t happen with Classic Team Tennyson.

Conclusion

In short, Reboot!Max’s openness and empathy make him the Best of Grandpa Max’s, even if he is a bit of a oblivious dummy at times. :)

#Ben 10 #Ben 10 Reboot #Max Tennyson #Character Analysis #Ralationship Dynamics #AngryComet Rambles #Kevin Levin #Glitch Tennyson #Gwen Tennyson #Reboot!Max #Grandpa Max

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blindbatalex · 3 years

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Here have this carraville university au by the one and only raisin anon ♥

8 am lectures were the absolute worst in Jamie’s ever so humble opinion, conveniently ignoring the fact that he had indeed signed up for it and had little ground to complain. But it didhappen to be a somewhat interesting course, and as advanced courses usually go, the number of students was low, and the professor was roughly five million times more laid back than the freshly graduated doctorates doing the introductory courses for the freshers.

So it sort of made up for it.

And Gary was in it, of course. That most definitely made up for it. And considering how little time they had had together lately, it was a treat in itself. They didn’t actually study the same thing, as Jamie was on sports science, but after developing a somewhat interest in the business side of commercial top-flight sport, he had taken up some extra economics courses and well. Who could blame him if macroeconomics wasn’t as interesting looking at cute boys?

He didn’t particularly like the vast majority of the people there either, to be perfectly honest. Mostly it was kids from wealthy, well-to-do backgrounds, looking to take up positions in some bank or another, recommendation letters most likely written by their daddy and his associates.

But Gary wasn’t like that. He was more clever than most of them, but Jamie could never see him on a stock exchange or in a high ranking executives office. The first lecture in this new environment Jamie had looked around the small auditorium and decided on who looked the least like a rich, posh twat. Gary had fit the bill. And then he had opened his mouth and revealed not only was he from Manchester, but he was also a United fan. So twat, after all, then.

Jamie’s twat, however, it turned out.

Two months into the semester and he was slumped in an armchair in his and Stevie’s shared flat, lamenting his misery in having a crush on a Manc. What would his mother possibly say, her oldest disgracing their proud scouse roots like that? Stevie, for his part, had absolutely zero sympathy and only judgment.

Four months into the semester, he knew he needn’t have worried about his mother. She had smiled and asked if he was happy. Jamie had blushed and mumbled out an embarrassed yeah, trying to not care about his brothers snickering behind him. Gary was invited for dinner the following Sunday and had made Jamie wonder if being charmed by Mancs was perhaps something of a family trait, going by his mother’s giggling. The look she had thrown Jamie as Gary had volunteered to help clean up the dishes was as obvious as it was strict. You better bloody keep this one.

“Pay attention” an elbow hit his ribs, and Jamie snapped back to reality, to the voice of his professor droning on and on, drawing up something or the other on the blackboard, and a group of bleary-eyed students trying to seem more or less alert and interested.

“I was. And that hurt,” he hissed back at his boyfriend, rubbing absentmindedly where the elbow had hit him. It didn’t really hurt, but he had been up since six-thirty and reckoned some moaning was allowed.

“No, you weren’t. And no, it didn’t,”Gary mumbled back, not even looking at him, too busy scribbling down notes from the blackboard.

Jamie rolled his eyes at Gary’s insistent innocence but decided against bickering any further in solidarity with the girl sitting in front of them.

Instead, he moved his leg closer to Gary’s calf under the desk and indulged himself with five seconds of playing footsie, a bit for his own fun and bit to show he wasn’t really angry. Going by the tiny quirk of the corners of Gary’s lips, he didn’t particularly mind either.

“Any questions with that, boys and girls ?” the professor asked from where he had turned his back on the blackboard and looked expectedly at them.

A few hands shot up, thankfully enough that the professor wouldn’t pull his overused oh so I suppose you all are experts then joke, asking for clarification or elaboration. Personally, Jamie was very well in the realm of not even understanding what you don’t understand and simply nodded along if a question sounded particularly interesting. Gary would help him with the assignments later, he was sure.

His lack of understanding, however, didn’t stop him from stalling ever so slightly when the lecture came to its conclusion. As their schedules diverted, he wasn’t above wasting one or two minutes simply to talk with his boyfriend for a bit. Especially when he knew they didn’t have time to meet up either later in the day or any of the coming either.

“I want a proper date night this weekend, you know. Make up for all the days we’re too busy to do anything,” he said as they walked side by side out the door, throwing a ta for today at the professor still standing at the desk, discussing whatever with one of the more kiss-ass students.

“Go for a film, and I’ll let you get the sweet popcorn?” Gary suggested. He grabbed Jamie’s hand and dragged him over to the corner of the staircase where he would continue down the hall to his next lecture and Jamie would go upstairs to the library.

“You can walk me home after, holding my hand and kiss me goodnight, and I can invite you to stay over. Have a little slumber party, just you and me?”

Gary said it with such innocence, as if he wasn’t perfectly well aware of what he was insinuating and what it was doing to Jamie. He bit his lip and batted his eyelashes, the flirty smile slowly growing into a laughing grin as his poor acting skills gave away.

Jamie laughed with him.

“You know me so well, love,” he said and leaned in to peck him on the lips. It was a bit more PDA than they really tended to display, but they hadn’t seen each other all that much outside of Uni lately, and screw it, they could still be considered to be a little bit in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

“I’ll call you later tonight, yeah?” Gary said as they pulled away.

“Yes, please. Enjoy ESG Risks and Regulations”

“I will. Enjoy the library.”

“Always.”

Jamie kissed him again, a little because he felt like it and a little because he wanted to make the random blond pretty-boy walking past just then jealous that Jamie was most definitely getting some. He didn’t restrict himself to just a light peck this time.

He smiled when he pulled back, and had they been together for longer, and the setting was more romantic, he might’ve even dropped a casual love you. As it happened, though, they weren’t there quite yet, but he was definitely starting to feel it. Give him a few more months and it would more than likely plop out sooner rather than later. Judging by the way Gary was looking back at him, he was getting there too.

He let go of his hand slowly and stepped back to let Gary walk past and down the hallway. It felt dangerously close to something straight of out a romantic period drama, if Jane Austen had been writing about two working-class boys at university who barely got any time together, restricted only to early lectures and staring longingly down hallways.

“Bye, love”

“See you”

He watched as the dark mop of hair on Gary’s head disappeared into the flock of students crowding the hall, and no matter how sappy, or clingy or desperate of him it was, he almost missed him already.

Fucking hell, he was going to make this date night the best one ever.

#carraville #raisin anon #fic rec

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lizbotw · 4 years

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Hawks, Bakugou, and Kirishima With a S/O That Has a Kitsune Quirk

Anonymous said:

hello hello !! Can I request some headcannons on how hawks, bakugou, and kirishima would be in a relationship with a fem!s/o that has a Kitsune quirk and fox like traits please? i couldn’t find the rules post so sorry ahead of time if this is anything you’re against doing. 💞

hi! hope you like them ♡ and dw this is something i’m fine with doing!! also, i know you said fem!reader but it came out more so gender neutral so i hope that’s alright!

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

He loves stroking your fur all the time. Even if you try to swat his hand away, he just grabs your arms to stop you so he can go back to doing it.

He just loves teasing you in general and he always has a little smirk on whenever he does it, but he also knows you like it and obviously if you weren’t in the mood he’d know to stop right away—he can read you well so it wouldn’t take him long to realize he should switch into cuddly, comforting boyfriend mode (he especially likes the cuddly part because you’re just so soft).

If he sees any fox plushies in stores when he’s out and about, he’ll show it you and tell you how it looks just like you (he’ll even hold it up next to your face and pretend to do a comparison with a cheeky grin while you try and fail to look annoyed, unable to fight off a smile every time). If you’re not with him, he’ll send you a picture of it and tell you it reminded him of you (he’s always thinking about you honestly), or sometimes he’ll just straight up buy it for you (or do both). Yes, you have way too many fox plushies at home now. (But you also do the same to him so you have way too many bird plushies as well.)

Let him leave the house unsupervised and left up to his own devices and expect quite a few text spams of:

[Keigo sent an image.]

[LOOK AT THIS ONE]

[Keigo sent an image.]

[THIS ONE HAS YOUR EYES???]

[Keigo sent an image.]

[Almost as cute as you 💕]

And once you think it’s finally over and your phone will stop torturing you with its constant buzzing, a few minutes later he’ll text you again. [Babe… don’t be mad but HYPOTHETICALLY how would you feel about sleeping next to five new fox plushies tonight? Once again, HYPOTHETICALLY.]

Reading that, you can literally imagine him saying it as though he was right in front of you with a playful smile on his face, not even the least bit bashful, and badly concealing a shopping bag overflowing with stuffed animals behind his back.

Knowing he already bought them anyway, you have no choice but to agree to the inanimate newcomers that will now be joining in on your cuddle sessions with your boyfriend.

You shake your head in defeat as you text him back that no, you totally wouldn’t mind, and then glance over at the rapidly growing stack of stuffed animals you two already have.

He likes to talk about how you’re perfect for each other because of your quirks and how you make such an amazing “animal duo” or whatever silly name he comes up with that time.

“Please stop googling new nickname ideas, none of are going to catch on.”

Cue camera pan to Keigo typing away on his laptop, furiously searching for an even catchier duo name, tongue slightly sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He doesn’t even look up when you speak, eyes instead lighting up as he reads something. “Okay, so what I’m hearing you say is that you want to see the brand new one I found.”

You’ll probably groan because please, someone help.

“Hey! Don’t give me that look, I know you want to see it.” Aaaaand now he’s pouting which is stupidly cute on someone like him—a pro hero high up on the rankings—and you have to admit you are a little curious. And that’s how you end up giving in and leaning over his shoulder to see what in the world he’s found this time.

(He may also take advantage of the position you two are in now to quickly turn his head to the side and plant a wet kiss on your cheek, lips, jaw—wherever his lips end up really before you can go reeling back from his sneak attack and scolding him while he’s laughing at your expense. Don’t put it past him to cheekily ask for more even after pulling that stunt—spoiler alert: you sigh and agree once again when he pulls out the pouty look for the second time in the last five minutes.)

He loves cuddling with you on the couch when watching a movie, or in bed right before you fall asleep, because your fur is really warm and soft. You should get used to this because even if you manage to roll him off of you, he’ll somehow end up right where he was before. Each and every time.

Buys you cute outfits!!! He goes out of his way to make sure whatever he buys you doesn’t get in the way of you using your quirk while still making sure you look stylish.

(“My baby deserves to look good!”)

(“…Keigo, please, my closet is already overflowing.”)

Tons of gifts related to your quirk. He just thinks it’s so cute. Somehow simultaneously finds both the tackiest and the nicest things ever to give you. The duality means that any time he hands you a gift bag it’s always a gamble as to what’s inside. (“What? I’m just keeping you on your toes! Plus, I thought the fox-themed crocs were pretty cute, I don’t know why you didn’t appreciate them more.)

Overall, he just loves being by your side constantly and always having an arm around you or touching you in some way because you’re soft and fuzzy and he loves showing you off, and he spoils you a lot as well, even if you tell him you already have way more things than you’d ever need.

Bakugou Katsuki

He pretends he doesn’t care about your quirk all that much, but he actually thinks it’s pretty cute and will sometimes absentmindedly stroke your head or play with your fur when you’re just lounging around in his room. If you catch him in the act and ask him about it, he’ll quickly pull his hand away and tell you you were just imagining things.

You know he secretly loves being close to you though, so you’re not afraid to just climb right on top of him when he’s laying down and snuggle into his chest. He’ll probably curse and tell you to get off, but there’s an interesting dilemma that’s always presented:

“Kat, if you want me to get up, you have to stop hugging me first.”

“…fuck no.”

If you’re feeling insecure about your quirk, he’ll be confused because why? You got into U.A. didn’t you? So it’s not like your quirk is terrible or anything.

Yeah, he’s not that great at motivational speeches. But through a lot of cursing and fumbling over his words, he’ll eventually find some way to get it out that he loves your quirk and that you shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Plus, he wouldn’t date a weakling would he? You hit him playfully on the arm when he says that and then he quickly tries to reword it so it doesn’t sound so mean. Please give him a chance.

He loves to intimidate people with his power, but if it’s a class training exercise and he can’t fight whoever you’re up against personally, he’s definitely supporting you because he refuses to lose, even if it’s through you. Cue him screaming words of support from the sidelines and everyone barely containing him from jumping in there and finishing the fight himself because he’s so pumped up.

He also has a lot of respect for your abilities though and has faith in you, so even if you get hit, while he’s still concerned for you, he knows you can take it and will get right back up.

Now, if you get really hurt, he’s the first one to rush to Recovery Girl’s room to check up on you (after first beating up the person who did that to you, of course).

Speaking of this protective side, if anyone makes fun of you their ass is absolutely getting beat!!!

You’ve actually had to stop him a few times from getting into a fight with a group of students he thought were looking at you the wrong way, but you know he’s just looking out for you and find it all pretty funny and endearing.

His rough personality is a perfect contrast to your soft persona (it’s the fur honestly) and everyone at U.A. likes the play on the “opposites attract” trope you two have going on.

Best couple ever honestly because of the pure balance.

Katsuki may not be the best with traditional sweet and caring words, but you understand him better than anyone and anything he does for you you can tell comes from a place of love.

Kirishima Eijirou

#1 fan right here!!!

He thinks it’s cute how you’re so soft and cuddly due to your fox traits while his quirk is all about hardening.

It’s a funny contrast to him but it just makes him want to protect you even more (although he also knows you’re definitely not fragile and can stand up for yourself as well).

If you ever feel insecure about your quirk, you better be prepared to be bombarded with love. He can tell when you’re feeling down and in a school filled with people with so many amazing quirks, he knows what it’s like to sometimes not like yours.

(If he ever falls into a self-loathing spiral, lamenting about how his quirk isn’t as flashy as others, you always know exactly what to say to cheer him up. You’re both each other’s rocks and it strengths your relationship greatly to be so effortlessly open with one another.)

He’s also good with understanding people, no matter what hard exterior they put up (as seen by his friendship with Bakugou), so he makes sure that you feel comfortable around him and are able to talk about any insecurities you’re feeling.

He asks tons of questions about your quirk sometimes because he’s just in awe whenever he watches you, and when you’re cuddling in bed, he likes to stroke your fur (also it feels really comforting so you can’t really complain).

He’s just so interested and in love with you that he’s constantly talking with you.

“Tell me the kitsune legend again,” he’d request, resting his chin in his palm, elbow propped up on the table, and staring at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“No, this is the third time and we’re supposed to be studying math. How did we even end up talking about Japanese folklore and mythology?”

“Well-”

“Don’t make me tell Bakugou you’re slacking off again,” you threaten with a mischievous grin and a dangerous glint in your eye. The clash of your sweet expression with the warning undertone makes him unsure if you’re joking or not but he decides not to take any chances or push his luck.

That usually clams him up and he looks absolutely adorable as he scrunches up his face when he goes back to trying to work out the difficult math problem.

Anyone who makes you feel bad about your quirk is catching these hands, he does not care!!! Well, maybe he’ll try to be civil at first, but once he sees they’re not backing down, oh boy, he’s going full scary boyfriend mode.

He’s so protective of you, but when you do fight and stand up for yourself, he’s hyping you up so much and supporting you 100%. Expect lots of kisses and hugs and words of praise as he tells you you did great out there.

“Babe, you’re so amazing! I love you so much,” he’d say as he squishes you to his chest (you’re pretty sure he’s about to suffocate you), peppering kisses all over your forehead, temples, and the top of your head after a particularly intense training exercise fight. Everyone has to agree that you two are adorable together, even though some of them pretend to be grossed out with your PDA and stick their tongue out in disgust, turning anyway dramatically.

You two are such a sweet couple. Between all the affection you show each other and your unconditional support for the other person, but also the way you have each other’s backs and won’t hesitate to protect one another, you two just work so well together.

(There’s also a joke going around U.A. about how while Eijirou is soft on the inside because he’s just so supportive, you’re soft on the outside because of your fur. It’s a really stupid saying but you two love it all the same because honestly it’s true.)

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katsucutie · 4 years

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i hate your guts (m)

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader genre: smut, humor warnings: smut, swearing (you know the good stuff) overview: class 1-a has this belief that you and katsuki hate each other, though one incident has their minds changed word count: 4.2k author’s note: this was written to fight my writer’s block and i happened to find a psycho-analysis of katsuki which helped somewhat and its quite interesting. anyways...the song choice while writing this was house of cards, also this was written in three days and i tried using any relevant medical terms i’ve learned so far in uni. hope you enjoy!! masterlist | ko-fi

Walking through the azure-rimmed gate you knew the day would be the same. Homeroom for ten minutes then classes back to back with a minor minute break in between, next an oh-so-needed fifty-minute lunch, and finally two classes to end the day. Not that you could complain, heroes in training must earn some type of education.

Though school wasn’t the worst thing invented, you can definitely say occasions in English class were not lackluster with Present Mic as the teacher. Or in math, when Midoriya yells out an inaccurate answer only to be corrected by Yaoyorozu. It's the little moments that bring laughter, or maybe it’s watching someone embarrass themselves in front of a class that's joyful.

And you could never forget the times where Jirou teased Kaminari for short-circuiting.

While all those moments are fun and dandy, 1-A can also be quite the chatterboxes and gossipy, especially when it comes to your feelings towards Bakugou. Believing that your relationship consists of mutual hatred, class 1-A constantly manages to tease both you and the blonde-headed male. Even All-Might manages to separate the two of you during training.

Although you never said anything against the rumors, it's quite humorous to see a school be so wrong in their thoughts. Is it not obvious that the glares the two of you send are not out of anger but endearment? Clearly not to Todoroki who claimed that Midoriya was All-Might’s secret love child, but that's beside the point. Additionally, you’ve yet to hear an accurate hypothesis as to why you and Bakugou would hate each other. Many of the theories revolve around Bakugou’s ‘anger problems’ but honestly, who doesn’t get mad?

Nonetheless, the rumors surrounding your alleged detestation toward the blonde sparked a little prank between you two. Pretending to hate each other until people catch on that you’re dating.

And the joke has been going on for quite a while, four months to be exact. Four months of pretending to hate in front of crowds, yet loving behind closed doors. Four months of experiencing the rush of adrenaline when you sneak around to his dorm room in the late hours of the night. Four months of leaving your friend groups to hang out during lunch.

Four months of waking up early to walk to class with Bakugou. And don’t forget about four months of the blonde-headed male constantly breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Oi Y/n, break out of that daze and let’s go, we have thirty-minutes before class and I’d like to spend that time not pretending to hate you” Bakugou calls while molding his fingers into yours.

“Oh please, I’m not pretending you know I hate your guts” You smile, leaning into the broad male walking towards homeroom. “Do you think today will be the same?”

“Yes, those idiots could watch us kiss and still think we hate each other, though I can’t complain, their oblivion is better than if they were to pester us about our relationship” he snarks.

Mindlessly nodding in agreement, you and Bakugou wander through the purple-stained floors of U.A., passing by random classrooms, and peering out the glass windows that overlook the campus.

After twenty-five minutes of strolling through the halls, Bakugou and you turn down the corridor leading to class 1-A, while unlocking hands and prepping for your fake and falsely-interpreted loathing glares.

“Today marks day ninety-six of the class believing we hate each other” you whisper.

“They’re hopeless….”

“But if at any point, you want to stop pretending let me know… I wouldn’t mind, jokes are funny but you’re my top priority”

“Is Bakugou Katsuki getting soft on me?”

“No.. shut up-”

“And they're back at it again Ladies and Gentlemen… the feud between Y/n and Bakugou seems everlasting” Kaminari calls sliding open the tall door leading to class 1-A. Way to ruin a cute moment.

“Honestly the two would probably be best friends if they didn’t hate each other, they both like the same things” Oh they wouldn’t believe the interests you two share.

“Yeah, but their personalities are so different, they’re just not meant to be and that’s fine” What a shock your relationship would be then.

“I’m so glad that you’re interested in my ‘relationship’ with Lord Explosion Murder… but I have more important matters to attend to such as earning my education so that I can be a top pro-hero” you remark sliding into your chair. Your comments are never intended to insult your boyfriend, but teasing his choice of a hero name couldn’t hurt anyone.

Waiting for the remaining two minutes for class to start, you check your phone and see a message notification from a familiar contact.

Babe 💗: storage room during lunch?

Quicker than your mind made a decision, your fingers don’t hesitate to press the send button.

You: i’ll bring the key

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Bakugou was a master of three things. Okay maybe more than three, but three traits excel. His talent, his mind, and his ability to use his fingers.

Bakugou’s talent is tremendous and has been able to advance his goals of becoming a pro-hero. He acknowledges that he was born with such an extraordinary quirk, and has a flair for using it. Notwithstanding the male’s breakdown and internal belief that he is inferior to his pre-quirkless childhood friend, Bakugou unceasingly exerts himself to be more than a student with talent.

His mind is magnificent and allowed Bakugou to comprehend multiple topics of interest. Placing third in the class’ midterm exam, it’s evident that he shines in academic settings. And though few peers in 1-A state that Bakugou fails in the social aspect, you claim the opposite. In their eyes Bakugou is brash, however, after spending time with the boy, you have viewed him as self-reflecting, with social skills that others cannot see.

While brains and talent may all be magnificent qualities of the blonde, nothing beats Bakugou’s ability to use his fingers. Combined with both his talent and his mind, Bakugou has the ability to make both inanimate and living things explode. And that isn’t related to his quirk.

“You’re imagining events that haven’t occurred yet. Am I truly that talented?”

Flushed and blinking in a shocked manner towards the male in front of you, you ask him if his quirk was mind-reading.

“Hmmm… No, but after seeing you so embarrassed I’d love to have such a quirk so that I’d be able to view the thoughts inside that mind of yours, but I was gifted with explosions... You, on the other hand, were blessed with the ability to swap items on your command. A quirk so useful, especially in times like these when I don’t have a key to the storage room”

“Oh please, just admit that you use me to gain entrance into forbidden rooms” You tease, giving Bakugou the janitor’s key to unlock the storage room.

The male chuckles unlocking the door to the storage closet, “Maybe a bit, though you reap the benefits of getting it” Change of thought, maybe he is brash.

Shutting the door behind you two, you finally express your raw emotions towards your boyfriend, engulfing him in a hug.

“I missed you”

“You came over my dorm last night” What an ass, couldn’t he just accept your affection?

“Yeah, but you go to sleep at like eight-thirty, which means I have to leave you dorm before then, and then I’m stuck in my dorm with nobody to talk to until I go to sleep at midnight, that’s about three and a half hours being alone”

“You’re so clingy… it's cute”

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel less lonely since I go to sleep at like eight-thirty and leave you alone’”

Bashfully looking down at the floor rather than your boyfriend, you mumble your request.

Releasing the hug, Bakugou smirks, poking fun at your diffidence, “With that ask, I don't think you can be shy… Are you sure that's what you truly want?”

Nodding your head you look up to the red-eyed male, taking in his dilated pupils. It's always been him that you’ve desired.

Accepting your form of consent, Bakugou kisses you, enveloping your figure while you sneak your hands around his neck to deepen the embrace. And although the two of you are in a storage closet skipping out on lunch, the feeling of epinephrine dispersing within your bloodstream, inducing fast heart rates, is blissful. A salacious rendezvous with the man you’ve come to love could never hurt anyone… as long as they didn't find out.

And if one were to catch you two, would they truly stop two aroused students halfway from committing adultery? Would a teacher not be embarrassed if he/she watched as Bakugou hurriedly zips down your green skirt in order to slide his fingers inside of your warmth? Or would someone scamper along hearing the lewd mewls arising from your throat?

“You’re so loud Princess, we have to keep it down or else someone will hear us, okay?”

Yet the person to blame for such noises was Bakugou himself. One could imagine the boy having rough, unmoisturized hands from his explosive quirk, but his inheritance of glycerin allows him to easily travel in and out of you.

“You’re close aren’t you? I can tell. Your walls are contracting at a faster rate and tightening each time I pump my fingers into you. It's really hot too, especially knowing that the world believes you hate my guts when behind the scenes, I rearrange yours”.

Words cannot describe the pleasure Bakugou exposes you to. A thumb pressed against your clitoris, his middle and ring finger dug past your labia, and you’re unraveling beneath him. He has you under his full control. And how Bakugou feels will determine your release. An untroubled Bakugou can earn you multiple chances of release, whereas the current Bakugou you’re experiencing will rip your attempt at euphoria, despite you being almost there.

“Katsuki please, I was right there… I’m so close you even said it yourself” You plead, wanting to reach a climax.

“I don’t know… strenuous activities make me tired and I wouldn’t want to upset you with the hour I may fall asleep” Bakugou smirks while tasting his digits, “You taste like caramelized sugar, I wonder where that came about?”

“Suki please, don’t leave me like this”

“It’ll only be for a little while babe, but lunch is almost over, we have to go back to class. I’ll help you out at my dorm alright?”

What more could you do but nod, put back on your skirt, and pretend to hate Bakugou once more in public?

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The walk back to class was internally embarrassing. Arousal saturated your underwear, heat filling up between your legs and left you with a foggy mind. You couldn’t imagine pretending to hate Bakugou now when all you could think about was Bakugou hovering above you in his dorm room, aggressively ramming into your hole as you pleaded for mercy. But you’re in school containing students who are not Bakugou to distract you from your misery.

“Y/n pay attention to me, and why do you smell like caramel?” Well shit, is the cat out of the bag?

Looking up at the voice calling, you smile faintly in means of apologizing and mutter an incoherent response to Mina’s question.

“Sorry, and thanks I guess... It might be from the sweets I had during lunch”

“I see, well since you like sugary foods we should go to the bakery today after school, I’m sure the others would like to come too” The pinky bounces brightly.

“I can’t today, sorry! I’m super behind on work and barely understand what's going on in class, let’s go this weekend when I’m free?” What a Lie.

Fortunately, the promise of a raincheck is enough for Mina to back off from the situation and accept your rejection. Today would have been a perfect day to go out with friends, yet the blonde-headed boyfriend of yours decided to be unfair, leaving you to crave his affection. Though, the school day would be over soon enough with only two periods following lunch. And only then would you be able to gain some type of relief.

As if that ideology would be so simple.

Bakugou Katsuki is a man full of pride --rightfully achieved, of course, meaning he knew how and when to push your buttons. Right now being one of those times.

Despite wanting to pay attention in your world language class, Bakugou made it very difficult to do so. Especially knowing that he is the cause of your phone silently vibrating every three minutes in your pocket. He doesn't want you to forget he is the cause of your erotic thoughts. Rather, he’ll keep reminding you that he is controlling your excitement.

However, from the glance across the room, Bakugou didn’t look like the lead in this relationship. His eyes were majorly dilated, with his red iris visually smaller in circumference. Additionally, a prominent cherry hue spread across his cheeks, that one may call flustered from afar. Although, only the two of you understood each other’s physical response towards seduction.

Babe 💗: you look dazed

Babe 💗 : I don’t think that’s the best for someone who wants to become a hero, don't you think?

Babe 💗: this class is so important

Babe 💗: …

Babe 💗 : don’t look at me

Babe 💗: i'm not the teacher

Babe 💗: your so cute trying to ignore these texts

Oh how badly you wanted school to be over

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As the clock hit 2:45 PM, you watch everyone around you hurrying to leave the school and have freedom. And once five minutes go past, 1-A is a semi-empty classroom with two students remaining. Two hormonal, amorous, epinephrine-surged students patiently waiting for their peers to leave the school grounds, so that they can walk to the dorms together in peace.

Whilst hand-holding may be a shock to onlookers, if they had the capability to read your mind, myocardial infarction would sure to follow. Outstandingly too, if they did not foreshadow the events of you walking within the fourth floor of heights alliance and entering the second room from your left.

“Your room is so homey” You comment. Despite visiting the blonde’s dorm room on multiple occasions, the comforting aura never ceases to relax you.

“I would hope so, I don’t want to be reminded that we’ve been moved from our homes to our school campus in fear of malicious attacks against students”

“Thanks for that… truly an amazing choice of words” You sarcastically remark. Not everyone needs a reminder of the traumatic incidents students of U.A. have been through, especially when it's clear that students of 1-A (and others) have not received enough therapeutic aid to cope with the events suffered.

One would think that Bakugou of all students would be most affected by trauma, starting from falling victim to the Sludge Villain incident, to being kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains, though he shows the opposite effects. While you cannot see inside the mind of Bakugou and tell if he is extremely traumatized by the incidents and is repressing his memories as a form of coping, you can see what he is physically doing. And at this current moment, you cannot see someone disturbed by his past, but impassioned with the ideas of what is to come.

Tossing your backpack to a discarded corner of Bakugou’s dorm, you throw yourself onto his bed, relishing in the comfort of his bedsheets. You’ve always loved his bed, your favorite moments with him have occurred there. Random naps while cuddling on Saturday afternoon, binge-watching cult-classics after a big exam, or simply having Bakugou’s powerfully built arms wrapped around you like they are now is unforgettable.

“I don’t understand how you’re so built? We go to the same school, attend the same classes and both do athletic training. I mean I’m not complaining because you definitely look good, but it's interesting how my figure compares to yours”

“That's like me asking why you’re so attractive, it's just luck within life, plus I like your figure, it blends perfectly with mine”. A man with such words can only follow with actions that prove it, and the blonde was sure to do so.

Except for when his phone goes off multiple times.

“I think you should check your texts, it may be important”

Halfway sliding off of your body, Bakugou pulls his phone out of his pockets to read his text messages. “It's nothing important, Kirishima just wanted me to join him and the others to go to some bakery since you didn't want to go”

“Oh okay-” Again you were cut off by the sound of his phone going off, however this time, the alert was a long-lasting ring, signaling that Bakugou was receiving a call.

“He’s so persistent, why would I want to go to a bakery when the best dessert is in front of me”

Lightly throwing his phone on the floor of his dorm, Bakugou discards any form of human interaction outside of the bed, focusing his attention on the one he loves.

“You know I really fucking love and care for you?” You do. You fully understand his love for you, from the way his iris shrinks to the rosy pigments formulating on his cheeks when looking at you. And you’ve never once questioned his devoutness towards expressing his adoration for you.

In moments like these, where Bakugou gently strips clothing from your body admiring every crevice, you know the two of you are in love. The boy may come off as an entitled brat, but when push comes to shove, he will bend over backwards trying to make you feel happy.

“You’re so mushy when you're in the feels”

“Oh forgive me for wanting to praise my girlfriend”

“I’m joking, but it is nice to know the feeling is reciprocated”

His silence you took as acknowledgment. ‘I love you too’ was a phrase you didn’t say often, it sounds too forced. Being obligated to say a phrase in return is meaningless when both parties understand each other’s feelings. And it's even more worthless when the actions committed speak louder than words. Bakugou does not need to hear you say ‘I love you’ constantly when he knows you dragging the zipper down of his pants and springing free his cock from the restraints of his underwear means the same thing.

And when you free yourself from the fondling of your boyfriend to meet your lips with the tip of his enraged dick, Bakugou has fallen prey to submission. Having yet to insert the body part into your mouth, you take notice of the male in front of you. Cheeks flushes, head lolled back, visible veins peeking from his sand-colored skin, and light pants as a result of excitement. Hot.

One kiss to his head and you feel a little twitch. He wouldn’t last long. Understanding that thought you decide to mess with the male, putting half of his length within your mouth and pumping the other half. It was a shame he toyed with you earlier, now he’d face the repercussions. Light squelches filled the quiet air, and Bakugou’s groans got increasingly vocal overtime. The combination forming a sexual melody awaiting to be abruptly paused.

Releasing your lips from the now wet surface of the blonde’s dick, you hear the annoyed groan of the male. “Why’d you stop?”

“I’m sorry were you close?”

“Obviously, but that doesn’t answer my question”

“It’s just that strenuous activities make me tired Suki, and I wouldn’t to make you upset if I accidentally fell asleep”

Tch. The little sound of irritation fell from Bakugou’s mouth, only signaled one thing, rough sex.

“How I’ve come to date such a slutty brat is beyond me. Getting back at me isn’t going to help you in this situation. All you’ll receive is a punishment, though knowing you, you’ll probably enjoy it”

Although enticed by the proposition, you failed to speak out after being muffled by your boyfriend. Your own skirt which the male had managed to take off earlier now laid scrunched up in your mouth. In addition to that, your arms were now constricted by a gold-rimmed belt.

And while whining in complaint about the new restrictions placed on you, Bakugou alters your kneeling position into one laying beneath him. The primal glare he sends you would signal fear to others, however, you know that the fun is only about to begin.

Widening your legs apart Bakugou spares no time plunging two fingers into you, stretching the pair apart. Despite being unable to speak, your moans are heard loud enough by your boyfriend to increase his speed. Every sound encouraging the male to continue to berate your walls.

Thinking that the punishment you’ll receive is overstimulation by being one step away from ecstasy, you’re disturbed by the sudden absence of feeling in your core.

“I didn’t say you could come”

Twice today he’d done that. One denial was not enough for him, and that’s when you identified your mistake. Bakugou had the power to reject your advances to climax however many times he’d like. Maybe being a brat today wasn’t the best idea.

Granted that Bakugou could undeniably be the most ruthless person when it comes to sex, today marked the first time he’d ever advanced into you without warning. The thrusts he implemented assaulting your hole. Even so, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“My god Y/n, you’re so tight, so perfectly made to take my dick”

“You make it so easy for me to unravel within the warmth of your pussy”

“Fuck I’m so close baby, I’m sure you are too”

He wasn’t wrong. The magnitude of the thrusts presented plus the physical restraints and multiple orgasm denials has sped up your ability to reach a climax. You were a mess underneath the man, hoping that soon he would grant you the gift of release. And by the looks of it, Bakugou would provide you with it soon. His cock inconsistently twitching in your warmth, notifying both you and him that he would come soon.

So when the removal of your gag began, you were not surprised. He was close and needed the extra aid of your uncovered moans to aid him to let go. Bare lewd noises ricocheted from the walls of Bakugou’s dorm, and you became thankful that Kirishima went to a bakery rather than located next door. Though had he been, he would have been overhearing an occasion so pornographic, one would think you’re in the business.

They wouldn’t be fully wrong either. Whilst uploading an adult video while training to be pro-heroes sounds absurd, Bakugou has no problem taping to two of you in the act. It may be the idea of possibly getting the video leaked or a similar exhibitionist-like kink, but the blonde constantly acts to videotape during sex.

“This would be perfect on video. The noises you make before you come are so fucking hot I’d replay them until the end of time”

Yet Bakugou is gravely mistaken. Yes, the noises you exhale are angelic, but compared to the rugged groan he calls while releasing his load in you is divine, and never fails in making you follow suit. So when you recognize that tone in addition to the feeling of warmth coating the inside of your walls, you have no choice but to mirror his actions.

“You’re so perfect” He states, slipping himself from your cunt and delivering pecks to your lips while he unbuckles his belt from your wrists. Post-sex always has Bakugou sappy, but how could you complain.

Wrapping your freed arms around his neck, you pull the male closer to your embrace while nuzzling your nose into his neck. You felt the rapid pace of his heartbeat begin to slow down.

“Are you guys done, because I still haven’t received a response from Bakugou about if he wanted to go to the bakery or not?” What the fuck.

“Did you not press decline when answering Kirishima’s phone?”

“I thought I did…”

“Is that a no or?”

“Of course it's a fucking no, and don’t tell anyone else what you heard. Why were you even listen-” He hung up.

“You think we can go another day pretending to hate each other?”

“Nope… he definitely told the entire class”

“That's a shame, it was fun having them think I hate your guts”

“Awe how tragic… now get up so we can clean you off, heroes in training don't get UTIs”

How sweet.

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The trek to school the next day seemed no different than the past. You woke up early to walk to class with Bakugou and strolled the corridors. Only this time while sauntering into homeroom, nobody greeted the couple at the door, rather class 1-A smiled awkwardly as you held hands walking to your seats. Although you wouldn’t have known the reason for the tension in the classroom had Kaminari not jokingly mumble to Sero that he would’ve never expected the blonde to be an exhibitionist.

“Hm, if I recall correctly, I said not to tell anyone”

“I’m sorry my phone was on speaker when I called you” Great.

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Newtmas essay when?

Finally getting to this, thanks for waiting, I needed to go over a few bookmarks. (Warning, this post contains spoilers from the MAZE RUNNER book and FEVER CODE book, so if you haven’t read either or yet and want the jist of my analysis; just know that in general the fandom interpreting Newt as gay before it was revealed on a twitter post was not just a random headcanon and that Thomas in general is portrayed to have very strong unconditional love for Newt throughout the series; and it shows. To the point that even the director for the movie has stated that Newt and Thomas have a strong bond and portrays that in the movies. I will also preface that I am NOT adding personal opinion anywhere here, these are just backings from quotes and how they are thus meant to be taken/read as. My words are taken as a reader who is currently reading Scorch Trials has yet to fully read Death Cure or Crank Palace.) Anways, without further ado at 3AM today, I’ll try my best to explain how even though Dashner tries his best to make Thomas have other, female love interests; he creates a not so subtle gay subtext for Tommy boy here when in the context of interacting with Newt throughout the lore. Apologies beforehand for any grammar mistakes along the way.

To commence, I am going to start with FEVER CODE, as its supposed to act as the story’s preface to the actual events that play out later. Newt and Thomas upon meeting each other describe their presence as “familiar” and or as a “long lost friend” and they genuinely hit it off from the start to the point that Newt is okay with having Thomas see him cry over the fact that he and his sister are separated since he is doomed to be WCKD’s control analysis as he’s the only one lacking immunity from the flare itself. Once Newt is done being emotionally vulnerable we get our first instance of his personal nickname for Thomas: “That’s the way things are Tommy,’ he said his voice not quite steady. ‘The world outside’s gone to hell. Why should we expect any different here? [...] He said it as if they’d been friends for years” (ch. 14). An interesting note here is that Thomas doesn’t bother to correct him or stifle the moment by feeling that all this information was too much, he genuinely wanted to hear Newt out and is fine with seeing this side of him; if not slightly taken aback by how natural it is that they can converse about such aspects of their lives. In fact, Newt makes such an impact on Thomas that Thomas ends up that same night dreaming of him: “Throughout his shortened night, he dreamed of Newt and Sonya. Of Newt and Lizzy“(Ch. 14). The thing with Thomas though is that the idea of comfort and connection is very foreign to him as he’s been basically isolated all his life with only the adults like Ava to talk to and the one exception being Teresa as his only kid companion. So Thomas didn’t even think he could make others like him for being himself unless they were vital to the overall production of WCKD. Seeing this portion right before the end of chapter 14: “Alby, Minho, Newt, Teresa. Thomas had friends.” shows that Thomas really had to deep dive to see how he deals with personal connections and why he was excited about the notion of friendship. He could’ve been happy with just Teresa, but only fully cemented her bond to him as “friend” when his circle grew and these kids he got to hang with taught him he can be himself, a concept he didn’t realize was possible when all his life was dictated on what he was supposed to learn or do. It becomes especially clear just how controlled his life is with the aspect of sentiment when later on Teresa’s mental communication evokes physcial pain and fear in Thomas. I’ll get back to that later as its more of a small tid bit of Thomas’ view on his forced love interest, Teresa. And yes, I say forced because multiple sentences with Thomas have him even wish he could cease all communication with her. Moving on, let’s talk about mimicking for a second. As humans, we mimic as a behavioral response to become closer to the person we care about. It’s the reason why yawning or laughter is contagious and or why we copy the posture of the person we converse with face to face. Thomas is seen to do this the most with Newt’s quirks. I’ll give the example in chapter 15: “Newt has been promising them that he was saving something special, and he did that annoying zipped-lipped sign every time [...] the little light in his eyes showed he enjoyed every second of their torture” versus Thomas: “Thomas did Newt’s zipped-lipped gesture, and that got him a sharp poke in the ribs”. So, we know enough that Thomas’ mannerisms are developing as a sign that he wants to be closer to Newt and to continue this sense of playfulness they both enjoy from the other. This is the start of their budding bond and a clear indication that they hold each other at greater fondness than the rest through this unconscious copying. Through this copying, they also pick up on emotional cues the other lets up on. Newt is especially good at noticing small things like when Thomas is anxious or overthinking: “He was just shocked that with all their exploring, the others hadn’t already discovered it on their own. And there were supposed to be TWO mazes. How had Newt and his friends not stumbled upon either one of them? ‘Tommy?’ Thomas realized Newt was staring straight at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Sorry,’ he said embarrassed, ‘wandered off for a second there what did you say?’ Newt shook his head in admonishment. ‘Try to keep up, Tommy Are you ready to see the grat outdoors?” (ch. 15). Also in chapter 23: “Tommy?’ It was Newt, breaking him out of his thoughts. ‘I can see your wheels spinnin’ up there.’ He tapped the side of his head”. This furthers Newts perceptiveness on his friend and Thomas’ ability to pick out when he is being looked after. And they bounce off each other really well in that aspect. To the point that Newt can crack a joke he knows will land right on Thomas’ sense of humor: “Newt waggled his fingers in front of Thomas’ face [...] A laugh exploded out of Thomas’ mouth that sent a spray everywhere. ‘Sorry’ he said, wiping his lips on his sleeve” (ch.15). It’s enjoyable to know that at least at a surface level, they have fun together and can cheer the other up if needed or know when to ground the other to reality. It is also through these instances that as a reader I pick up that Thomas’ nervous ticks perhaps allude to an anxiety disorder he has; of which Newt is aware of and never puts Thomas down on for exhibiting. He in fact understands it and deals with it accordingly as he himself has a similar circumstance. SO, what does all this paying attention lead to? Thomas’ devotion to protect Newt. Yeah, thats right I said devotion. Thomas’ actions are influenced by his developed instinct to protect Newt at all costs. Here is the biggest example that comes to mind: “What in the world happened to Newt? -- Less then two hours later, Thomas had spliced together a series of camera clips [...] Thomas turned off the feed. He couldn’t take it anymore...Newt, Newt, Newt, Thomas thought, feeling as if the very air around him were turning black.”(ch.52). Essentially, Thomas seeing Newt plummet to his near death by falling from the maze wall as a result of Newt’s ongoing depressive state, this is the moment that makes Thomas realize WICKD isn’t as good as they seem and that he is going into the maze to save Newt. Its admirable how much self sacrifice Thomas does for someone he cares so much about, to the point that their name is like a mantra. Thats a sensible area of passion and fighting spirit for someone who is “just a friend”. Oh and, the feeling of fondness is mutual mind you if I haven’t been clear. After experiencing the horrors of cranks for the first time, realizing Newt was not immune, and watching Newt until they entered the pits it has been months since they last interacted; this is their first reunion: “What’s up Tommy?’ Newt exclaimed, his face filled with genuine happiness at the pleasant surprise that’s been sprung on him. Thomas couldn’t remember exactly how long it’d been since he’d seen Newt. ‘You look bloody fantastic for three in the morning” (ch. 23). I need to preface this that Newt DOES NOT mean that sarcastically and that out of all the people in the room (Minho, Chuck and Teresa are there in this scene), Thomas only reacts this way specifically toward seeing Newt is okay and back. The characters are also not afraid of being physically close. “Well, look who the bloody copper dragged in,’ Newt said, pulling Thomas into a big hug” (ch.31), “They shook hands, and then the two of them set off...” (ch. 31), and my favorite: “Thomas jumped at the sound, then stumbled. Newt tripped over him, and then they were both laughing, legs and arms tangled in a pile on the ground”(ch.32). I don’t think this far in the novel, Thomas has been AS (emphasis on as) comfortable with touch with anyone else other than Newt. And thats a big step forward on the aspect of trust in a relationship, being able to be comfortable with the presence of another person enough to be as intimate with them as shown here. And all this, is just fever code itself. Mind you this is not the MEAT of the novels as it came out later. But even without it, lets look at Thomas in Maze now, I’ll try to keep this segment a lot more brief. Here’s Thomas looking respectively at boys his age: “A tall kid with blond hair and a square jaw...a thick, heavy muscled Asian kid folded his arms as he studied Thomas, his tight shirtsleeves rolled up to show off his biceps [...] Newt was taller than Alby too, but looked to be a year or so younger, His hair was blond and cut long, cascading over his T-shirt. Veins stuck out of his muscled arms”(ch. 2). Thomas’ initial reaction to being surrounded by boys is to deeply analyze their rugged good looks and heavily emphasize their best physical traits. When reading this the first time, my mind immediately thought this boy at the very least is supposed to be portrayed as bi, especially when later down the line Teresa gets a similar descriptor: “...despite her paleness, she was really pretty...silky hair, flawless skin, perfect lips, long legs.” So right off the bat, we know that be it boy or girl, Thomas emphasizes how attractive someone looks in his eyes when he truly does have a sense of attraction to them. Case closed. Within the same chapter we get Thomas also immediately clinging onto Newt for a sense of grounding, it is now ingrained in him at this point that the boy is his lifeline, a person to rely on. “Thomas looked over at Newt, hoping for help.” And help he does, Newt in this chapter helps ease his worries, explain a general idea of what the glade is and even pats him on the shoulder a bit to ease tension. And Thomas doesn’t bat an eye in the same way he’s weary of literally everyone else. In fact, he’s eager to stay put with him as shown with; “If Newt went up there, then I wanna talk to him.” And if none of that seals the deal, we got early bird Newt being so touch starved he flattens himself next to Thomas to wake him up at the crack of Dawn in chapter 6: “Someone shook Thomas awake. His eyes snapped open to see a too-close face staring down at him, everything around them still shadowed by the darkness of early morning...’Shh, Greenie. Don’t wanna be waking up Chuckie, now, do we?’ It was Newt --the guy who seemed second in command; the air reeked of his morning breath. Though Thomas was surprised, any alarm melted away immediately”. This whole scene follows firstly by Thomas once again impressed by how strong Newt is and then Newt giving him a rundown of what everyone else was too afraid to show Thomas, the grievers. And you know, this scene could’ve ended well and everything as totally platonic, but then we have “Newt turned to look at him dead in the eye. The first traces of dawn had crept up on them, and Thomas could see EVERY DETAIL OF NEWT’S FACE, HIS SKIN TIGHT, HIS BROW CREASED.” Now, look me in the eye and tell me there is a hetero explanation on looking at your best bro like they are the sun reincarnated themselves. But let’s not hog all the homosexual undertones with Thomas here. Wanna know what Newt’s initial reaction to having a girl in the glade was? “It’s a girl,’ he said [...] Newt shushed them again. ‘That’s not bloody half of it,’ he said, then pointed down into the box. ‘I think she’s dead” (ch.8). It’s actually a stark contrast to the other gladers eagerly wanting to know her age, how pretty she looked, and calling dibs to date her; Newt isn’t interested in any of that, he’s more perplexed on her status and not even bothering to remark on her looks, he was the only one not to and even remarks a few other instances that girls are more Thomas’ domain. For instance, he makes a joke in fever code when Thomas remarks that the girls in the institution were going to tackle him down, Newt proceeds to point out sarcastically something along the lines of “wait, isn’t that YOUR dream though?” So Newt is pretty out spoken of his disinterest in girls, and his full admiration and attention on Thomas. Oh, and yes, Newt immediately switches over to “Tommy” the moment Thomas mentions he hates being called greenie, and once again it just becomes a thing between only the two of them. Newt is also the one to be straight forward about the whole Runners business. He warns Thomas about the dangers and doesn’t necessarily turn him down on his desire to be one, he in fact encouraged him to just wait until the right moment. “No one said you couldn’t, but give it a rest for now”(ch. 15). So once again, Newt is the voice of confidence and reason for Thomas to prosper. In turn, this time around Thomas is the one to catch when something is bothering Newt. For instance, “Newt chewed his fingernails, something he hadn’t seen the older boy do before...he was genuinely concerned -- Newt was one of the few people in the Glade he actually liked ”(ch.16). Interesting how we went from fever code “friend” to “like”. And also, when Newt explains his concern about the runners not coming back yet, Thomas pieces together how scared Newt is of the Maze without being told and goes to stand next to him as a physical presence to ground Newt as they wait near the entrance. In fact, this piece is trivial to understand why Thomas does what he does next. When everyone else had given up on the Runners still outside with 2 minutes left til closing, and Newt was escorted away from the entrance, Thomas waited. And when Thomas saw them, he yells to Newt, realizes he’s too far to do anything, and makes a decision himself. He KNEW how much Newt cared about his fellow Gladers, they were like family or “kin” as its said in the book, so what does he do? “Don’t do it Tommy! Don’t you bloody do it!’ ... Thomas knew he had no choice. He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the maze”(ch.16). Yes, Thomas does this because of his empathy for the Gladers, but the chain reaction of Newt’s concern is what sets his decision in stone. And yet again, Thomas enters the maze for Newt. And that’s pretty much the constant for the rest of Maze Runner the book, Newt just sticking up for Thomas and Thomas in turn just being happy that: “He was at least relieved that Newt was there” (ch.17). And thats basically their entire dynamic. Newt just going: “If you really did help design the maze Tommy, it’s not your fault. You‘re a kid -- you can’t help what they forced you to do” to ease the survivor’s trauma Thomas has, as well as saying “I actually believe you. You just don’t have an ounce of lying in those eyes of yours. And I can’t bloody believe I’m about to say this...but I’m going back in there to convince those shanks we should go through the griever hole, just like you said”(ch.51); and I think thats the most romantic thing to hear from him. Just right out being all for supporting Thomas no matter what happens as long as he stays alive and continues to fight, he doesn’t care about what happened before. And Thomas eats that up because it fuels him even more to seek out a means to escape for the people (Newt) that deserve a life outside of running from monsters forever. So essentially, I’ll state again, it’s always been Newt the catalyst for Thomas to run head first into the Maze and seek freedom. And with all this I can clear that these two are shown to if not be romantically involved, at least have unconditional love for the other that transcends the author’s original intention. And with that in mind, here’s the thing with Teresa as a love interest. I can list here quotes of every time she mind speaks to Thomas and how that affects him, but then this would be too long. And this is a newtmas post gosh darn it. Teresa is gleeful to humiliate, control, hurt, and force Thomas to believe they’re in love. In multiple instances we get her barging into his mind unwarranted making him understand that she has full access to his inner most thoughts. Theres nothing romantic about that, and I think its why Thomas ends up being so perceptive to the smallest of gestures that allow him to think on his own and feel like his own person. Something I’ve seen Brenda do later in scorch, and something I’ve seen Newt do since the very beginning is that they allow Thomas to come to his own conclusions in order to create his own opinions on the matters at hand. Thomas’ love language revolves around words of affirmation. He likes it when people confirm his thoughts are valid and that remind him that WICKD can’t hurt him anymore now that he has the power to be his own person. This is where Newt comes in very handy. He allows Thomas to grow in ways his female love interests have yet to show, sorry Brenda but I’ve heard you were trying to unite all immunes together to the safe haven by the end and in a sense still only using Thomas to get by; I still think she was the better call than teresa of course and I have no remorse for Teresa getting smushed by a boulder. But essentially my point here is that, how do you fail to make your initial love interests clash so badly where one has no real care about the others well being so long as everything goes according to WCKD by using a form of gaslighting and manipulation? AND THOMAS HAS STATED HIS DISCOMFORT ON THIS MULTIPLE TIMES, but the narrative always erases these instances from his mind in place of pity for Teresa’s well being (as you can tell, Teresa through this becomes my least favorite character, I can rant about her some othe time though with proper backing). The narrative in turn treats it all like a joke. I understand there are scenes where Thomas is worried about her and looks out to make sure shes ok, but even then he doesn’t know how to react with mental images of her kissing his cheek or when she screams the next minute that she doesn’t know who he is or how hes speaking into her mind. And thats because they can’t properly communicate their emotions to the other, not even in fever code could Thomas give a forward answer if he loved Teresa or not, she just assumed. Come to think of it, Thomas really doesn’t show much affection to Teresa of his own accord. So then, how DOES Thomas show his affection? Thomas provides acts of service as his love language, if he cares about you enough he will risk his life for you. Why? Because Thomas values putting the people he loves foremost knowing full well they are what help him have purpose and succeed in continuing on. In a way, Newt and Thomas’ dynamic works in this instance because they balance the other out and because they have seen each other at their worst and at their best. In a way, that's why knowing the ending of the books makes it harder to accept that Thomas would just easily take the shot...when all his life clung to Newt’s survival. But that’s a story for another time where I compare the movies (of which let me make that clear, yes I prefer) over the books. For now just know that the book may have done this by accident, maybe not, but at the end of the day theres solid proof that Thomas and Newt care about each other in a way that is separately portrayed from their connection to the other glade members, and have this consistency of soft moments running through the entirety of the series. In conclusion; newtmas. Newtmas. NEWTMAS, etc.

#Newtmas #long post #Skquill #ask #The ending gets a bit ranty with Teresa I must admit #but for the most part its just me recalling the best newtmas moments from the novels I've currently read #Please add on more newtmas proof to the thread

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