#meanwhile i don't know how any of it is supposed to fit because i spent most of my 20s working at various grocery stores

[gideonisms]

Me: I'm not even in pain this month period week is going to be a good week for me!

Me 5 minutes later: [experiencing every emotional reaction from the past 5-7 years at once] damn why does all my clothing look bad on me now

[mamawasatesttube]

a tuppence for your bi4bi Clois thoughts 🪙... I'm luv them so much and I'd love to hear if you have any specific headcanons about them 🥺

YESSSS!!! i DO have some thoughts. i love them,

generally i think lois has her bisexuality figured out by the time she's in her mid-20s. she and cat grant have had some rage-filled makeouts on at least one occasion, but an actual relationship would never in a million years work out between them. they respect each other but do not see eye to eye nearly enough. she never bothered to come out to her father, but just knows it's one more thing about her that he'd hate.

clark, by contrast, does Not have it figured out. he has spent his entire life repressing every single thought, feeling, and ability that set him apart from the classic good all-american boy because he had to fit in. and being superman, exploring his kryptonian heritage, etc., has helped, of course, but he is still. so repressed. he has no idea that he's ever experienced attraction to guys before. he's got some internalized homophobia to work through, about himself. He Has To Be Normal. so as far as he's concerned, there was lana, and then there was lois.

to me, clark's journey toward self-acceptance is very intrinsically tied to his family. there's kara, talking about how sexuality and gender stuff on krypton wasn't like it is on earth, especially in western culture. there's kon, suffering through his own repression and depression and trying to pretend he's fine. there's chris and jon, both too young to fully grasp it all (probably), who make clark incredibly aware of every step he makes in terms of parenting them.

so one day, after kon's finally come out to the family, and kara's muddled through trying to figure out earth labels that she's comfortable with, the two of them decide they wanna go to pride, and ask lois and clark if they want to make it a family affair. lois says hell yeah, and clark says yes of course he's happy to support them! and jon says YAY, GLITTER!! CAN I GET STICKERS? and chris says if you get glitter all over my nintendo ds again i will punt you into the ocean, baby brother or not.

and there's just this innocuous moment while they're out when kon goes "here i got you these!" and hands lois and clark two simple lil heart-shaped bi flag buttons. and lois is like aw thanks squirt! and ruffles kon's hair. clark meanwhile goes oh i think there's been a misunderstanding... ... . . . .. . .. .. . or. has there?

and that night he's just sitting on the edge of the bed holding this tiny like $3 button in his hands having a whole crisis. lois hooks her chin over his shoulder and asks what's wrong? and he's like. lois i'm not. i'm. except maybe i'm not not. but i don't know, i thought i... i never thought i could think about it. clark kent is supposed to be normal. i... i'm already an alien, lois, i thought i was already set apart enough, and if i'm... if i'm this, even when i'm clark, not superman, then... then...

and lois digs her matching little $3 bi flag heart button out of her purse and bumps it against his and says, even if you are queer, you're still not alone. and then clark gives her the patented kent family big soft puppy-dog eyes. that night, he falls asleep in her arms with his head tucked snugly under her chin. it's where he feels safest.

but the next year, he lets kara get him a flag, and lets kon tie it around his shoulders like a cape. and he's here as clark kent, but it's kind of funny when he looks at his shadow. because he might not be superman right now, but the silhouette still looks the same.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I have a fairly angsty idea, what if starscream discovers skyfire in the ice during his time as a rouge,gets the Autobots help to melt the ice just to see his love again only for skyfire to not recognise him, imagine the heartbreak

Hm. Interesting premise. You have no idea how hard it was to write for this. I don't know why, but writer's block decided to rear its head for this request and this one alone. Sorry it took so long to get to this.

A Less than Stellar Reunion

Coming across Skyfire frozen in the ice of the arctic was a welcome surprise, and a chance at something Starscream had long ago cast away as impossible, that being a chance at having some form of family again. While initially hesitant about the idea of waking Skyfire for many reasons, but mainly because Skyfire had disappeared just before Vos burned and would have no idea what was going on. However after much contemplation and staring at the frozen form of his only living companion, loneliness eventually won out and Starscream haggled some help from the Autobots.

The Autobots dug out the ice block Skyfire was locked in and carefully spent hours in a secure location melting it and checking his vitals. All the while Starscream stood a ways off, waiting eagerly for his old friend and once lover to wake. Even when Skyfire was removed from the ice, Ratchet still had to keep him on an IV drip in a makeshift camp for a few days until his vitals stabilized. At which point the shuttle finally started to stir.

Starscream was ecstatic and flitted about nervously until Skyfire finally unshuttered his optics. At which point the shuttle groaned and started to sit up, looking around in confusion before his gaze settled on Starscream. Unfortunately for the Air Commander, it had been far too long since their last meeting and he had since changed his frame and even his disposition to better fit the Decepticons, he was not the same Starscream Skyfire knew. Even when he tried to explain that he was still Starscream, Skyfire was hesitant to believe him. Still... being confused and unsure of what to do, he followed Starscream and snuck out of the makeshift Autobot camp before they could be stopped.

Ratchet and the Autobots were distraught at the thought of a civilian class mech being stuck with Starscream and likely roped into becoming a Decepticon, but there was little they could do. With the Skyfire on Starscream's side, it was not hard to convince Megatron to let him back into the Decepticon ranks. Meanwhile Skyfire remained confused beyond all measure, not sure of how to act around his very different friend and former lover. But most importantly, Skyfire didn't know which faction he was supposed to side with. Starscream was with the Decepticons, instantly making Skyfire want to follow him if only for the familiarity. But based on what he was seeing, the Autobots were the ones who resuscitated him, they couldn't be all that bad right?

The poor shuttle was not given any time to think on it as he and Starscream were brought to the nemesis and Megatron immediately began preaching his version of the war and the fallout of it. Skyfire wanted to be horrified at Megatron's retellings, he wanted to find it in him to hate the Autobots after hearing of all they had done... but something deep within him told him that he was only getting half the tale and that whatever was happening on the nemesis was deeply wrong. He was an explorer before the war, he had seen a great many civilizations and heard the manipulating words of all kinds of beings. Megatron was too similar to the tyrants he had witnessed to make Skyfire take anything he said without a healthy dose of disbelief.

Still he remained on the nemesis, prolonging his time before taking the brand by claiming he was still disoriented and recovering. He knew the excuse would only last so long, so he turned to the one mech he knew, at least at one point long ago. Privately he began to question Starscream, allowing the seeker to have the affection he had obviously been deprived of in return for the real story. Starscream was hesitant to get on Megatron's bad side so soon after coming back, but he had been so lonely without his trine... he needed the affection. And if gaining it meant he had to give his old friend and lover a grain of truth amidst the lies, then so be it.

He told Skyfire all he desired, leaving whatever might paint him in anything but a heroic light out all while making sure to depict the Autobots as badly as possible. He couldn't risk Skyfire leaving him again, even if it meant lying to him to keep him by his side. He told Skyfire all about the Decepticons and what they had done, and he also went to great lengths to make it seem that the oddities of the nemesis were merely due to the stress of war. He wanted, no, needed Skyfire to stay. He couldn't let his love see anything but the best in him and the worst in the enemy.

But all wrapped up in his joy at having his friend returned and keeping up the ploy of innocence, Starscream did not notice Skyfire slowly drawing away. The shuttle began to look at him differently, more so with every passing day. He had known Starscream for nearly a millennia, he knew how the seeker acted and what ploys he used. While his phrasing may have become more subtle, Skyfire was no fool and could tell that he was being lied to in at least some capacity. Still, he waited, hoping that his former lover would be honest and tell him the truth... that day did not come.

He waited until he could take it no longer and followed Starscream when he was sent into battle, and there he saw his once lover's true colors. He saw the cruel monster Starscream had become and in a rage he landed and struck Starscream down in the middle of a skirmish between the Decepticons and the Autobots. He screamed at Starscream, demanding answers and crying out in anger at being lied to, manipulated even. Every excuse Starscream came up with was shut down instantly in the face of Skyfire's anger, and before any bot could do anything, Skyfire made his choice.

Skyfire: You told me that you were honorable! That you didn't kill unless you had to!

Starscream: Skyfire please-!

Skyfire: You are not the Starscream I remember! You are not the mech and friend I loved!

Starscream: WAIT!

Skyfire: NO! I am leaving and going to the Autobots! They may not be perfect either but at least they are better than you dishonorable monsters!

And so Skyfire turned away, leaving Starscream in tears, and made his appeal to Optimus for sanctuary. His request was granted and he did not look back as he went through the swirling groundbridge with the Autobots.

[kairithemang0]

Demi owen headcanons?

I don't think Owen would ever label himself, I've said this a few times, but if he had our modern language and cared to label himself, until he met Curt he'd say he was aromantic bisexual. Even then sex wasn't really of interest to him, he had more important things to care about in life.

Enter Curt Mega

For the first time in Owen's life, it clicked what all those romantic movies were talking about, he understood the idea of wanting someone so bad you get lost in the thought of them. He was scared of it for a while, he pushed Curt away, meanwhile trying to push Curt himself to do better on the missions they spent together. He was hard on Curt because he had built this image of him as this suave unbeatable titan, which certainly wasn't the case, but for Owen at this time of pining he just wanted Curt to be an unstoppable force. This had a bad effect of their relationship, because Owen deep down knew his image of Curt was wrong, so he tried his hardest to get Curt to fit into the box he had for him in his head. Meanwhile he's partially trying to pretend like these feelings that keep growing over every mission don't exist, Curt's his friend, he wants Curt to be the best spy he can be. That's where he's supposed to draw the line. Owen doesn't know how to deal with Curt's flirting, he doesn't even know if it is flirting or not, he can usually tell but to him Curt's this godlike figure and couldn't possibly like him in any way more than platonic.

[justdancekid]

Don't plan out a date, it always doesn't goes as how you imagined - A JD Fanfiction

Series: Just Dance 2023 Edition

Characters: Sara and Wanderlust (Can't Stop The Feeling), Brezziana (Physical), Mihaly (Rather Be), Jack Rose (Locked Out of Heaven)

Relationship: Brezziana/Mihaly

Rating: T

Type: Fluff, Planned Dates, Action

Description: Jack and Sara are getting tired of Brezziana and Mihaly's pretty clear feelings for eachother, so they planned a date for them. But, 2 henchmen of Night Swan's come to attack

Here we see the Danceverse 5's house, where everyone is just doing their usual things. Brezziana just got done recording a fitness video with the help of Mihaly

"Thanks, Mi!" Brezziana thanked

"No problem!" Mihaly replied "Just know, if you ever want to record more videos, I'm always here to help!"

"I know, I should've asked you for help, sooner. Could've saved me all that money I've spent on those buckets. They break easily."

"I know! I'm surprised those things last a week, cause it seems like every 2 days, they break"

"Oh my God! Tell me about it! Thankfully, unlike the other buckets, you'll never break!"

They just blushed and said "Aw, thanks!"

She blushed back and said "Don't mention it!" Then, they back in their own rooms to do their average activities

"They could've kissed right there, and no one would've been surprised." Jack said to Sara

"Thank you!" Sara yelled "It seems like they're the only two who aren't aware of eachother feelings. Everyone we've met, even the ones we've just met, already knew that they love each other. Even Picto knew, AND I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW Y'ALL WERE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM!!"

"There has to be a way to make them see their true feelings towards one another" Jack said. They were just standing in the kitchen, thinking of ways to get Mihaly and Brezziana to see their true feelings, then it hit them

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sara asked

"Strawberry and Blueberry Ice Cream?" Jack asked back

"No- actually, that does sound good, but, the Brezziana and Mihaly thing"

"Oh, yeah. I know"

"We set them up on a date to the mall!" They said at the same time

"I don't know if that's a good idea" Wanderlust said

"Oh, come on Wander! Aren't you tired of them being clearly in love with eachother." Sara asked him

"Oh, no. Not on that front" Wanderlust replied "If anything, I could encourage this plan because it seems like even when you pair them up on missions, they still can't see their feelings for eachother. But, Night Swan has henchmen and minions looking all throughout any and every place we've gone and planned to go. Just be careful, okay"

4 hours later

"Hey, Brezzy! You wanna go to the mall?" Sara asked Brezziana

"What for?" Brezziana asked back

"Well, there's an arcade that opened up, and Jack and Wander aren't interested"

"Can Mi come?"

"Oh, I think they have other things to do"

Brezziana gave out an dejected sigh "Okay, I'll go"

Meanwhile

"Hey, Mihaly. I need a new pink fur to add on the closet of pink fur, but I don't know which shade of pink I need and Sara and Wander will just say "There all the same", can you come to the mall and help me?" Jack asked them

"Can Brezzy come with us?" They asked back

"I think she's got other things going on" Jack replied

They gave out a dejected sigh "Okay, I'll come"

2 hours later

Brezziana walked in the mall and looked around for Sara, but then stopped when she saw Mihaly

"Oh, hey Mi!" She said

"Hey, Brezzy!" They said back "What brings you here?"

"Oh, Sara told me about the new arcade, and we were supposed to play some games, but I don't see her anywhere. What about you?"

"Well, Jack said he needed a new pink fur, but how am I supposed to figure out which one if he's not here?"

"Well, we can do some stuff while we wait for them"

They blushed and said "Okay. Well, that new arcade sounds cool, let's go there"

She blushed back and said "Okay. Let's go." As they walked into the arcade

Sara and Jack were hiding behind the plant in the mall kiosk

"Wow! I can't believe they actually came!" Sara said

"I know, you know the plan?" Jack asked

"Yeah. They go out, play some games in the arcade, grow closer, go the the diner in there, fall in love, and we won't have to deal with their pining ever again"

"Yep!" They then heard the door chime as two mysterious people walked in

"Are you sure those the two in that picture?" The mysterious voice asked

"Yes, I'm sure" The other mysterious voice answered

"Okay. You know the plan?"

"Get those two, take them back to Night Swan, and she'll transform those two into her very own minions"

Those words set Jack and Sara off as they realized what that ment

"Holy shit, Night Swan sent some henchmen to kidnap Brezziana and Mihaly!" Sara said quietly, they looked up to see what they look like. There was a Giraffe with a monocle and a big Bowtie, and a Cat with a visor, a cape, and his weapon is a keyboard. They walked into the diner Brezziana and Mihaly went in

"Man, when do you think Jack and Sara would get here?" Brezziana asked Mihaly

"I don't know, but I'm kinda glad they aren't" Mihaly replied "I' just glad it's just us-" Mihaly was about to say before they were interrupted by a musical note that was slashed into their table

"WHO WAS THAT?!?" Brezziana asked, they then turned around and looked up and saw a Giraffe and Cat standing in front of them

"I am Giraffus and this is Keys. We've been sent to kidnap you for Night Swan" Giraffus introduced themselves before they fought. Brezziana blocked Giraffus attack and punched his snout

"Ow! My snout! You will pay!"

"Don't worry, bro! I got you!" Keys said as they pushed Brezziana back with his musical notes

"I'll take the fitness chick, you get the shaman"

"Good plan"

They just fought for another 5 minutes until Brezziana grabbed her Protein shake and quickly drank all of it

Mihaly put their hands on Giraffus

"Ultimate Zen; Force Palm!"

That's all they said as the force of that attack pushed Giraffus away and flew across to the wall

"Bro!" Keys yelled "After I'm done with you, that Shaman is next! Then, y'all can kiss in the heavens!"

"Wouldn't count on that!" Brezzy said as she buffs up from the protein shake

Keys has a surprised look on his face as Brezziana said "Shining Fist!" And she punched him and he flew across to the wall, landing on Giraffus as they both fell off the wall

"Whew! That was a doozy!" Brezziana said

"I know!" Mihaly said "Hey." Brezziana turned around

"You fight well."

"OH COME ON!" Sara and Jack yelled at the same time

"You heard that Brezzy?" They asked

"Yeah, it sounds like it came over there" She said as they went over to that plant and saw Sara and Jack under it

"Sara? Jack? What y'all doing there?" Brezziana asked

"We, uh... We got lost over here" Sara replied

"Well, y'all missed our fight. We kicked a Giraffe and Cat's ass!"

"Yeah, that sounds like a lot" Jack said

"Well, come on. Let's go to the arcade!"

"Can I come with? I think I got enough pink fur." Jack asked

"Sure, let's go." Brezziana said as her, Jack, Sara, and Mihaly went to the arcade

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

@oh-three thanks for the ask! Putting it here on this blog

Omg like if we put HRH in the Whiskey and Teeth bar specifically, like that place was so seedy and sticky and there was a space rat there...

So already we know how Gaverick feels about Imperials, so if this Imperial walks in with two Royal Guards, I imagine he would definitely be displeased.

HRH is definitely pretty sheltered, but also fancies themselves more worldly because of their occupation- you can see this when they drink the caf on Nur, and in a scene in yet-unreleased Explored and Worshiped where they are admiring their exploration clothes in the mirror and styling themselves a "filthy rebel". It's kind of like that French Aristocracy trend right before the revolution where they would build themselves fake little villages and play at being peasants. So I imagine they might be like, "oo, novel, look at me now, being in a filthy little dive bar, I'm so rebellious, my father would loathe to see me here" meanwhile Renson and Vanyiel would just be palming their pikes, waiting for any of the patrons absolutely glaring them down to make a move.

I don't think that would happen. I mean, HRH isn't a monster. Just a bit aloof and ideologically indoctrinated. They aren't looking to cause any trouble.

As for Utapau, I think they would love it, because from what we've seen, everyone there absolutely respects formality and makes a big affair out of it. I also think it would remind them of their little clandestine encounter to be so close to Nur and surrounded by people who physically remind them of the Inquisitor.

I do like to envision a version of their story where they have a son and take him to Utapau as like, a 7 year-old boy and just let him run around and experience not looking like a "freak" once he's old enough to actually be aware of how his parent's contemporaries treat him, and he's just fitting right in with everyone around him. I do think they would pay a premium to dress him in clothes from Utapau and buy him whatever he wanted from there. Maybe stopping shy of a Varactyl, because that is just not practical when you live in an apartment on Coruscant between dig seasons.

(I also maybe went down one rabbit hole for HRH where they took their son to an event with a bunch of Senators, it caught the attention of the representatives from Utapau, who recognized they weren't married. After some inquiry, they realized HRH somehow managed to accidentally have a Pau'an baby, which shocks them because it normally takes decades or even a century of trying on their end because of low fertility rates.

The conversation leaves HRH feeling a little awkward and uneasy. Very soon afterwards, the Emperor contacts them to tell them he's received a marriage request for HRH to wed a Senator's son from Utapau. He basically tells HRH you shouldn't have a problem with this, this is better for your son because he'll be around his own people, you're spent goods with no better prospects and clearly a particular taste, and you are not supposed to have an individual attachment to the boy's father- definitely not one that gets in the way of my plans. So you're doing this.

The problem is that HRH isn't just into Pau'an men in general, they're absolutely hung up on the individual, but they have no choice. So arranged marriage it is, and they end up moving with their son to Utapau, and kind of their only solace is that their son is happy and they are really close to Nur for visits.)

[glaive-guisarme]

The Second Piece of Paper.

I like to subject RPGs I play to what I'll call the "second piece of paper test," which asks the following:

In general, can a new player know what they are capable of doing right now using one side of a single piece of paper, regardless of what class (or equivalent gameplay division) they have chosen?

This assumes that a GM or facilitator can elide over the, like, vagaries of mechanics, but doesn't have comprehensive game knowledge. For example, Fate passes easily; character sheets are one page with plenty of whitespace and list all the skills that exist and stunts you have access to, and mechanically it will all boil down to one of four actions. Maybe there are edge cases w/r/t teamwork rules and healing conditions, but 99% of the time everything you need is at your fingertips.

D&D, meanwhile, basically falls down at the first hurdle. Maybe you can fit everything a Fighter needs to do on one sheet, but if you're a caster of any sort? Forget it, you need to shuffle papers to see what spells you have and what they can do, and no GM has the encyclopedic knowledge required to adjudicate all the rules for special scenarios in their head.

Blades in the Dark falls somewhere in the middle. You have a personal playbook, and a crew playbook; the former you use during missions, and the latter you use during downtime. It's a different piece of paper during different modes of the game, but I'd call that passing, so long as none of the special abilities you get from crew playbooks come into play during missions themselves.

(Editor's note: Sometimes the special abilities you get from crew playbooks come into play during missions themselves, meaning that, depending on your party's choices, you MIGHT need to keep a second piece of paper in your brain, earning BitD a narrow failing grade on the second piece of paper test.)

Your analysis of the second piece of paper test may differ from mine. For instance, Apocalypse World fans would likely claim that it passes, because even though you have a whole separate playbook of "basic moves," the player isn't supposed to LOOK at such a list, they just describe what they do and the GM infers if a move had happened. I, personally, would generously describe this attitude as "a lie." You absolutely need to look at the dang old basic moves list to know what you can do, come on, don't kid a kidder here.

Why is this important? Well part of it comes down to onboarding new players, and especially encouraging a diversity of new players. D&D's multipage character sheet is actively antagonistic towards some folks; the TTRPG community has fucking survivorship bias built into it!

But also, even when it comes to old hats, the more information a person has to juggle, the slower they are and the easier it is to just... not engage with the rules. A game session will either be a slog in which four hours are spent to cover thirty-odd seconds of combat, or a wash in which the rules are just ignored because they are inconvenient.

But mostly, this is a test about determining whether a game is a good fit for me, personally. I have been told by a professional examiner that I don't have ADHD, but what I DO have is no working memory of things that are not currently in my field of view. A single sheet of paper is great; especially if it's a character sheet made by someone who has some inkling of how to use layout to keep information present and organized.

Anyway, I don't know that I have a greater point here; I'm mostly celebrating Tumblr's ability to let me tumbl out long-form thoughts to unpack something that's in my head as I work on Academia Animalia, which is mechanically a sort of PbtA fix-fic inasmuch as it has exactly six moves, all of which are on your playbook.

[faakeid]

I am new kaisoo Supporter.

I am very logical person & I don't get convinced easily. After I saw almost all theories and analysis.

Kaisoo Supporters have always presented theories and analysis without any fake scenarios.

It was all based on true events & moments.

That's make them "real" than any other "ships created for entrainment purpose only."

That's why they are getting new Supporters.

Because to consider them real you have to keep your homophobia aside and your eyes and brain open.

(I am not a native English speaker sorry for my bad English.)

Kai/Soo is the obvious real ship.

S*M behaviour all the damn time + Theories and analysis + Kaisoo treatment given to eachother Vs other members = kai/Soo is real.

It's easy, people are acting dumb, deaf and blind and mainly homophobic.

I found my self doubting sometimes to but i seen some unexplainable things from them that no other ships have done it made me support them more i really hope their relationship can make it through all the trials and tribulations they faced and will have to face im shocked a whole 10 year relationship under all their circumstances not even supposed straight industry relationships can do that hopefully they can live there truth one day

There are a LOT of weird coincidences involving those two. Just to mention a few:

Kd predebut photos (especially the sandwich one);

The way the otp was born (there’s a post I did regarding their origins as an otp);

A few members reactions towards them (especially S*ho and CY and a bit of BH too);

How KS is adamant into slapping the other members on screen (HARD) but with JI is less expressive;

JI had an habit of slapping members while he laughed but he hardly did it with KS;

That time where they were super close to each other until they saw a fan filming them and they had to change positions to fit bro narrative;

HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS IN A BRO WAY;

And this (you can ignore the words but the images talk for themselves, byeeee);

All the times they were backstage giving each other massage (known as a zone we don’t let people we don’t know get close with);

How confession was a song Jon*gin wrote and it doesn’t talk about women but uses mostly masculine traits (like a deep voice);

All the ways Jon*gin mentioned he loved Kyu*ngsoo;

How KD (mostly JI) and the other members calls them Dika;

How little they were paired up together in almost ten years of promotions;

In other hand, the ways Lotte promoted Kaisoo, SM shakes;

The whole mess involving ka*stal;

The awkward way KD behaved towards each other during April 1st and a few days afterwards;

How the timeline between the same sex couple and KD match (kd being weird around august - sept around the time the rumor between the couple was revealed and how it was brought up again a few days before april 1st);

How they always mentioned themselves as the members who got the closest after a short time but, at the same time, they never openly said they were like brothers or best friends (JI’s besties are Ta*min and Moo*kyu);

They hanging out at Valentine’s day only the two of them???? In the evening???????;

How media seemed adamant into taking pictures only of the two of them;

Including sports seoul;

That time KS changed “Nothing on You” pronoum from girl to boy (when the original song had girl);

How KS’s first love narrative fits JI;

That day KS had a problem with his zipper and JI... closed it for him??????;

A preview of a constirpated bro ???;

That time where JI mentioned he spent his bday with R*vi and Moo*kyu but didn’t mention KS at all when, in reality, he was the only member there;

How to explain any of this?;

And this?

More for y’all;

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

All the times they said the cutest compliments towards each other;

All the times JI (and KS too aknowledge KD shippers in concerts);

SEXUAL TENSION;

How they hold hands <3;

The weird reactions regarding jagi;

JAGI THE ORIGINAL;

Soft stares;

Xi*min at a call with KS and JI’s voice on the background. Funny that later, when they reunited, they weren’t together even the voice is totally JI’s...

How the bros know they took showers when they were supposdely to live in different floors;

List of couple or same items, shoes and accessories

I could make a list with more stuff but this is enough and I feel like I wouldn’t be able to finish it today. In any case, meanwhile, haters just are loud psychos who love to brag about their faves being straight bc of media couples and bc the other makes straight dramas.

[bxllafanficc]

¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

(part one)

part two part three part four part five. Find the rest on; Masterlist

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Yuri's POV*

"Remind me once again why we're going to Japan? It's clear you'd never take us there just because you miss Victor and I know by experience that it's not because of his apprentice."

First class flight like usual. The view out the airplane window of the sparkling city at nighttime below them would stun anybody but at this point, Yuri has traveled so many times it's only become regular sights and the lights of the streets are only plain colored spots in a dark void to him these days. One thing he will never feel comfortable with though is staying in the same seat for hours on end until the airplane arrives at its destination. His legs are itching from wanting to move around. He'll just have to jog it off back on the ground like every other trip in the past.

"You'll be spending some time with Yuuri Katsuki and Victor the following weeks to gain your fighting spirit back. You need to get back in touch with your emotions, remember?" Yakov slightly turned his posture towards the Russian skater beside him, folding his newspaper in half and putting it in his lap.

He only nodded with a slight hum. He could see Yakov's reasoning, some parts of it at least. He HAD been lacking in emotional performance ever since the new year began and it was time to get back into the mindset of winning yet another Grand Prix gold medal like last year. No, not last year. Last year's competition was cancelled after a minor pandemic spread through Russia and the nearby regions. In fear of the virus spreading, all competitions cancelled and larger crowded areas were forbidden to take place. Therefore Yuri's only been able to practice by himself and keeping himself fit for a possible competition next year. But a year of doing nothing can really change your spirit and afraid to admitting it to his coach, he's been missing several opportunities to hit the rink and stayed home watching anime or scrolled through social media instead.

But one thing he doesn't get is how Victor and Yuuri are gonna make him get his mindset in the right track again. He already won his first gold medal at his senior debut and he doubt that the Japanese skater will be in any better condition than Yuri's currently in right now. Pig-man must've been in a much worse state considering his boo Victor had to stay in Russia during the pandemic, unable to keep an eye on Yuuri's routines.

"Besides, there's a little surprise waiting for you where you'll be staying with the two of them. It better work out fine or else I'm out of ideas."

That caught his attention to say the least.

"Well if it's supposed to save me from the deep end then why be so secretive and hushy with it? Spill the news, Yakov."

The old man only grunted and picked up his newspaper once again and hid his face behind it. Well now he really wanted to know what it was. Clearly he would have to make some effort. Soon the article about a Russian charity event taking place this weekend got replaced with a clenched fist going straight through the back of the paper. Yuri expected some kind of reaction but Yakov only sighed and leaned back in his seat without even a flinch.

"It's no surprise if I tell you. I promised Victor to keep it a secret."

"Tell me."

"No."

Yuri groaned and folded his arms with a sour glare. The display in the ceiling told the traveler's that it was 10 minutes until landing so he gave up his attempts and let his eyes rest for a while. At least he would find out tomorrow, he assumed. It was 2am and he would be staying at a hotel close to the airport since it was too late to make rest of the trip in one day.

Yuri was out with the speed of a lightning bolt the second the plane doors opened. He sped past everyone before him and he didn't stop when he finally got outside. His feet carried him to run circles around the plane meanwhile he was waiting for Yakov to get out the normal way. It's a silly habit of his and he knows he looks stupid doing it but his coach has given him strict orders to not run away at one random direction like used to do at first. It would take like half an hour for him to be found once he took off, but only if he got lost.

"Yuri! Get over here!"

Well, there's his cue to get ready and head to the hotel. Finally he's able to get some sleep before he's forced to wake up early at dawn to head to Hot Springs and meet the two most annoying people in Japan.

...

He didn't even have time to eat breakfast. He overslept and got rushed to the cab with an angry Yakov behind him, newspaper folded tightly in his fist. The trip through the beautiful Japan would've been pleasant if Yuri hadn't dozed off every 10 seconds. He didn't get much sleep after all. He spent at least three hours thinking about the special surprise and raiding the free mini bar before he finally got to rest. At 8am he was woken up with banging on the door and now, at 10am, he was standing at the entrance of Hot Springs waiting for Yuuri's mom to announce their arrival. She hurried away somewhere with her usual bubbly happy self that Yuri had no idea how a person could be so... not moody all day long.

The place was as crowded with customers as last time and the two Russians were told to step inside to the more private parts of the building where the family lived along with Victor at the moment.

"Victor! How come my brand new lotion is used? You smelled a suspicious amount of peaches and wild berries at breakfast and there's no point denying it!" A fairly soft and modulated voice was heard from somewhere to the left where the private shower stalls were located. A couple seconds later a giggly Victor and Yuuri came through the direction of the living room and greeted Yuri with happy cheers. The slender white haired Russian caught Yakov in a bear hug, much to the old man's surprise. Yuuri extended his hand towards Yuri but Yuri didn't give any effort in taking it.

"Food. I'm starving."

Yuuri dropped his hand with a light blush but Victor pouted and let go of his former coach. Strong and clingy arms were suddenly wrapped around his chest and he couldn't breathe.

"So unpolite... Yuriooo we've missed you! Haven't you missed us?"

Yuri thrashed like a fish caught in a net and tried to hit the arms of the bastard trapping him. Yuuri joined in, only to get a kick in the hip. His stomach growled angrily and the endless void in his body didn't lighten up the experience a bit.

"Let go you old man! You too piglet!"

"I hoped you'd say it out loud but I know that deep down you've been missing us, Yuriii." Victor went to whisper in his ear with pouty lips but was swatted away by a backhand in his face. That finally caused him to let go and Yuri jumped out of reach for the two males.

"Hm... Or not." The expression he got from Victor was sad and pouty and the man earned a hand on his shoulder, put there by Yuuri. Yuri could only sigh and shake his head.

"Victor! Did you steal my shampoo too?! I will- Oh? What now?" Yuri turned around abruptly by the unfamiliar yet familiar voice behind him. His eyes widened.

The girl was standing to the left of the hall, seemingly coming from the shower. A curious hand rested against the wall beside her and her face was covered in a grey clay face mask, a toothbrush lazily hanging from the corner of her lips. Her (h/c) eyes glistened with mild shock along with her mouth hanging slightly open.

"You are early... Victor, you told me they would arrive at 1pm1!" She pointed a strict finger at the tall man who scratched the back of his head with a hesitant laugh. Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed her toothbrush. Because even if she was standing unprepared in front of two strangers, she would at least not forget to brush her teeth in the process, as you do.

Yuri might've considered it normal if it wasn't for that she was almost naked. Two towels were the only fabric hiding her, one wrapped around her dripping figure and the other tied up in her hair.

"Yeah, about that! I kind of mixed up the time of their arrival and your meeting with the press, that's, by the way now when I think of it, not actually cancelled but later today. Silly of me to forget, right?"

She eyed him as though her bullshit meter was ticking in the red zone and let out a huff. Yuri had to advert his gaze when it suddenly felt intruding to eye her the way he did. He also turned away because a light tint of pink was creeping up his cheeks.

"Right. Thanks for the early update. I appreciate it, really. I'll be with you again in 30 minutes. Don't wait up for me." And with that, she was gone. The silence of the men maintained for a few moments until Yuuri coughed with an awkward smile, his red cheeks still visible even after the girl had disappeared. 'It's a little weird to blush at your almost naked sister' he thought.

"So food, right? Mom is preparing pork cutlet bowls for you, Yurio, since she remembered how much you liked them last time-" He didn't have to say it twice. Yuri was off to the dining area before the man even finished saying 'pork cutlet bowl'.

[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

Ok girlie I see your tags on the prompts and I’m. Here. For. It. Please do i’m the only one who gets your costume and apparently that makes you wanna rip my clothes off with my baby Peter maximoff I’m so freaking thirsty for him

i’m the only one whogets your costume and apparently that makes you wanna rip my clothes off +we’re secret friends with benefits and you accidentally wore my shirt to theparty so you’re pretending you came as me and it turns out your impression ofme is on point and you know me better than I know myself are you sure you’renot in love with me??

Word count: 1, 845

A/N: GIRL I GOT YOU

“I thought you said you weren’t going to dress up forthis,” Peter appears before you with a gust of wind that blows your loosehair back.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you lift your arms up at theelbows and reply, “I’m not…?”

The corners of his mouth curl up in a smirk as he looks youup and down, and realizes you aren’t aware that you’re wearing his shirt. Thelook of utter confusion on your face changes slowly as you look down to see thefamiliar Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moonalbum cover print on the front of your— well, Peter’s t-shirt.

“Shit.”You curse under your breath, hoping no one else will notice that the shirt yourwearing isn’t yours.

“Hey, isn’t that Peter’s shirt?” Jubilee chirps,popping up out of nowhere with Kurt by her side and you start to panic becausethat really didn’t take long. Normally,you probably wouldn’t make a huge deal about wearing a friend’s shirt, butPeter isn’t like the rest of your friends, given the circumstances whichresulted in you wearing it. You had stayed in Peter’s bed while he was gettinghis costume ready after your, ehm, activitiesearlier. Long story short, you must have left too quickly and picked up thewrong shirt from the pile of clothes on the floor as you made your swift exit.

“Uh, y-yeah—” you stutter, completely caughtoff-guard, and as if on cue, the rest of the squad shows up. Great.

“Is Y/N wearing Peter’s shirt?” Scott asks,slightly confused.

“Yeah,” Peter interjects, saving you from beinggrilled. “I’m so much cooler than all of you that she decided to dress upas me.”

“Wow, Y/N,” Warren dramatically puts a hand overhis chest. “I thought we had something special.”

“Way to put some effort into your costume,” Jean snorts,her lips curved in a teasing grin.

“Yeah, it seems like she’s just missing a little—”Peter zooms off before finishing his sentence, and as per usual, he’s back asfast as he left. You don’t have time to blink before you find yourself with hissilver leather jacket around your shoulders and he’s grinning down at you as hegently places his goggles on your head. You smile back up at him, silentlythanking him as you slide your arms through the sleeves of his flashy jacket.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Jubilee asks, examiningPeter like he’s a foreign entity.

It takes you no time at all recognize Peter’s costume; apin-striped suit, the jacket a little wide and boxy, his hair is slicked down,and to top it all off, a pencil moustache. You and Peter spent hoursmarathoning the Addams Family on old recorded tapes, how could you not know?

“I think he’s supposed to be a gangster like from thoseold movies you showed me,” Kurt guesses, and Peter shakes his head inresponse.

“I’m actually—”

“I think you gangster costume is missing a fedora,”Scott comments, and Peter drags out an exasperated sigh.

“All right, I give up,” Peter throws his hands upin surrender. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

The crowd parts as he speeds his way through to therefreshments table— which at this point, is a punch bowl mixed withgod-knows-what, with  a stack of cups anda few bottles of different drinks and alcohol. Meanwhile, you and the rest ofthe group start to converse, dance, and play Halloween-themed party games. Uponrequest, you start doing your impression of Peter— which you totally nail— andhave everyone in a fit of laughter as the night goes on.

You can only dance around and play party games so muchbefore you become a sweaty mess, so you make a short trip to the bathroom tocool down. When you exit, you see Peter leaning back on the wall of thehallway, waiting for you with a red cup in each hand, one of which he holds outto you.

“Merci,”You accept the cup with a sly smile, and he seems taken aback. You eyes don’tleave his as you bring the cup up to your lips and you see his slightlysurprised expression change to a pleased one. “Don’t think I haven’tnoticed your costume, mon chérie.”

“Cara mía,”A smile takes over his features and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Infact, he’d be telling the biggest lie he’s ever told if he said that you beingthe only person to get his costume andspeaking French didn’t turn him on.

“So, what do you think of my impression of you?”you ask, a playful smirk curving your lips.

“It could use some work,” he says nonchalantly, shiftingso that his side leans on the wall.

“Please,”You roll your eyes, and punch him lightly on the bicep. “I totally nailedyou!”

“Yeah you did,” he smirks, as you mentally slapyourself because you should have seen it coming. “Speaking of which,”He takes a step closer to you and his voice takes on a mischievous tone. Yourchests are mere inches apart, and as the seconds pass, Peter  gets increasingly impatient. All he wants todo is tear your— err— his clothes offof you. “We should totally go somewhere and get weird with eachother.”

Dismissing his last comment, you take another sip of yourdrink. “I’ve got you pinned—”

“Yeah you will—”

“I know you better than you know yourself.” Yourgaze bores into his big brown eyes . His pupils are totally blown and there’s ahint of something else you can’t quite put your finger on. The tension onlythickens between you and him, and it feels different than the usual sexualbuild up. It’s the same feeling that made you rush out of his room earlier.

That feeling was so small when you and Peter first startedyour— for lack of a better word— arrangement.You were friends, but not that close; he was attractive, but not someone yousaw as a romantic prospect. As the weeks passed, you started hanging aroundmore with him afterwards, and him with you. Like every friends-with-benefitsagreement, you’re supposed to call it off the second someone catches feelings,but as you realized that afternoon, it turns out you’ve been repressing a lotof feelings for a while now.

To make things more confusing, it was something so simplethat brought on your great epiphany. You had stayed in his bed after sex,clothed in nothing but your underwear and one of his oversized sweaters whilehe showered. He came back to find you had fallen asleep, and woke you up withthe sweetest kiss. His lips felt softer than usual, he smelled of soap, and thewet tips of his hair tickled your cheeks. The smile you saw when you openedyour eyes, made you feel like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.The second he turned around and headed to his closet, it hit you all at onceand you panicked. That’s when you ditched the sweater and left in a hurry,picking up the wrong shirt in the process.

Going through your memory, you swear there are times wherehe had those feelings. Every time, you got scared and must have thought aboutcalling the whole thing off a dozen times, but you and him fell into a grooveand somewhere along the way you subconsciously got attached. And now, as hestands in front of you, you search his eyes for that same spark and you’re moreconfused than ever.

“So you’ve been paying attention to me,” You snortat the cocky expression on his face, once again repressing the hell out of yourfeelings and keep up the back and forth flirting game the two of you alwaysplay. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love with me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself—” You tip your cup andgulp down the rest of whatever liquid is in it— it tastes like rum and coke,but not quite the same. “We made rules for a reason, remember?” Ruleswhich you’ve already broken.

After all this time you’d think you’d be used to it, but itfeels like all oxygen has escaped your lungs when you notice that his lips are real close to yours. His eyes dart downand come back up to meet yours. “Are you sure you’re not in love with me,Y/L/N?” He’s giving you major heart palpitations and your stomach is doingsome crazy flips, but you definitely can’t tell him that.

“Don’t push it, Maximoff.” You crush the empty cupin your hand and watch it turn to dust and eventually disappear as you vaporizeit. “I’ll see you later— my room.” He’s not sure what it is aboutthat that kind of turns him on, but he definitely doesn’t hate it. Spinning onyour heel, you call over your shoulder as you make your way back to the party, “Andget rid of the pencil stache!”

Before you can join back with the rest of the squad, you’restopped by your best friend— and she just about startled the crap out of you.“So, were you ever going to tell me about you and Peter?”

“Were you eavesdropping?!”

“How long have you guys been a thing?”

“Were you— uh we're— we’re not a thing—”

“I’m gonna take a wild guess… three months?”

“Accurate.”

You and Jean keep going back and forth, her firing questionsat you, and you trying your best to dodge them until she asks the one thatstops you.

“How long have you been in love with him?”

You freeze for a moment before turning into a stutteringmess. “I-I- love? P-Peter? No— I don't—” You think your heart mightjump right out of your chest and you jump to the first conclusion you can thinkof. “You read my mind?!”

“Not yours,”she specifies, eyes darting over to where Peter is dancing like a mad man.“It’s hard not to hear histhoughts when he’s pretty much screaming them, trust me I’ve tried.”

“I swear I wanted to tell you, but we agreed on certain,ehm, terms and conditions when thisstarted— we thought it would be better if no one knew.”

“It’s okay,” you’re a little surprised, but gladthat she’s hugging you instead of being salty about not telling her. You’re notsure why you expected anything different, she’s always been supportive. “Butare you sure you’re not in love withhim?” It’s almost chilling; those same words came from Peter just momentsago. You look over to where he’s dancing like a total dad, and that samefeeling washes over you again. You’re not sure whether or not you can lie toyour best friend— it wouldn’t make a difference even if you did because youboth already know the answer to that question.

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[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.5

"I don't think fire's all that bad, you know"

3rd person pov

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As the sun hung high in the sky the h/t haired girl stumbled around the train station in search of a restroom. Y/n had never experienced the mundane tasks a commoner would usually persue on a daily. Things like public transit, or any transit for that matter, were an enigma to her.

So while elder men stared a little too long and young children pointed at her in recognition, she spun in circles like a lost puppy.

"Its just a fucking bathroom, should there be someone here to direct people or something! Ugh and whats with the school girl fetish, these old guy are creeps..." she mumbled to herself continuing to get more and more lost on the platform.

Meanwhile, the rest of 1-A were making their way to internships as well, Midoriya scrolled into some old guys house, Kirishima bumped into his metal replica, and Bakugou held his grump posture and nonchilauntly entered the top 3 heros agency. He was expecting to at least learn something from this guy, or gain real life experience with villains. He never anticipated being scrutinized for his personality. No shit I'm scary, Im trying to kill shitty villains not make teenage girls put a picture of me on their wall.

For the first day of this new challenged everbody seemed to be having a ridiculously mundane time. Not y/n, though. No our main character was going through it, once she made it to the restroom, she got confused by how easily the toilet paper ripped in her hand and spent 20 minutes trying to get at least one whole time out of the stubborn roll. Then, when she opened up her bag to view the new hero-suot her mother helped design...she found strings¿

She ended up having to look at an example picture and read a guide on how to put what where. It took an additional hour considering the tightness of everpiece of fabric and when she stepped out of the stall to look in the mirror, she deadpanned. How could her mother hate her this much? It was already a burden being so sexy, but this? This was crazy.

She wasnt sure weather she should take a million photos, or never leave the bathroom and cry all day. However when her phone rang, a call from Mr.Woods agency, she realized how late she already must be.

In her rush, y/n also forgot about the creeps men and was recieving many stares, that went unnoticed. Until somebody had the audacity to touch her. It was just a ghost of his finger tips on the underneath of her ass that was no doubt on full display. That would not go accepted, as a girl who had turned her past trauma into nothing but a small personality traits, she wasnt scared. Still, as a woman who absolutely idolizes herself, or so she says, no one in this train station deserved the touch of her perfect, shiny, s/c skin.

The last error that secured her terrible first day was how y/n spun around and grabbed the mans fingertips. When she took a glance at him, he was smiling as if he had acomplished something. Boy was he wrong, only coming to realized so when the y/h girl suddenly had sprouted a vine from his finger.

He watched in fear as it began to grow and wrap around him, all the while the young girl he'd never met before let out a sickening aura that couldve suffocate him then and there. The vine continued to curl up around his middle and ring finger, slowly meeting the flash of his palm.

Once the growing stopped, y/n had almost decided to let him go. A part of her new that her plan wasn't well thought through, and he could be an innocent guy that accidentally touched her.

However, aggression outwayed logic and she looked him deep in the eye.

"You like using these fingers to touch things your not supposed to?"

"N-n-"

"Shhh, dont worry, im just gonna make sure you dont go touching things that arnt yours, okay?" She made an aggresive fist with the hand not touching him and the vine squeezed in. Anyone a foot away would be able to tell, but the both of them could hear how his two fingers snapped and bent under the pressure.

With a satisfied grin at the whispering man, y/n decided he had learned his lesson. Wow look at that, and I didnt even need some manly hero to come save me. Atta girl y/n.

Little did she know that not only did her pro-hero boss come to look for her, but je also saw the whole disaster. He was not pleased to say the least.

Y/n pov

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As the tree like man sat down in his office chair across from me, all I could do was look to my feet. I didnt feel particularily had about my actions, however, I did feel bad about being late.

While it is fun to be spontanious and act like theres nothing to lose, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to control the earth aspect of my quirk. Ill never admit it if someone asks, but sometimes the only way I can sleep at night is knowing how strong my quirk is. Knowing that they cant hurt me if I stay strong.

Still, it just seems that as I grow older, the people trying to get to be get bolder and more powerful. Some might even say...they get smarter, too. Thats a scary thought; that if I want to stay alive at all I need to be constantly improving. I am not sure if I want to stay alive or not, but Ill be damned if dying or living isnt my choice.

Feeling the need to break the silence, I began my rant on all the reasons I had come up with that justify my actions. I was planning it on the way out here.

"Look, im sorry mr.woods. I know im not very heroic and shit, but when perverts to pervert things somebody has to do something, and its not like anybody else there would have scared a glance if I didnt save myself-"

"Your wrong."

"Huh- I wasnt done. Anyways i-"

"L/n you are wrong."

"Dude im trying to-"

"There was heroes on patrol, how else did you think i found you? There were real heroes ready to protect you, if you had simply shouted people would have been alarmed of such. I dont understand kids and their need to do everything alone." He rolled his eyes behind his mask and continued to stare at me.

"Excuse me but I dont think your in a place to comment on how I react to myself being touched. He was gonna get my skin dirty and for what, two seconds of his school girl fantasy. Ew."

"Your skin....dirty?"

"Yes, he is nowhere near my standards on someone who should be allowed to touch me...not even a brush of the fingers..ugh!"

"Alright well, I cant get you in trouble because then I get in trouble...so, tell me about your quirk while we go on patrol."

His chair sqeaked against the floor as he stood up and it slid back. Then he motioned for me to follow by painting out the door.

Relieved that I didn't have to talk about all the fake reasons people aren't allowed to touch me, and that I could finally get outside so my quirk would stop suffocating me, I was quick to exit the building.

I'm not sure if its the fact that ive only been using a forth of her, but my quirks side effects have been so shitty recently. To the point that our school nurse estimsted my new rate for being inside for an extended period of time was about three hours.

I havent actually combusted in years, but I've been close and god does it hurt. My chest starts to squeeze and I can feel all the energy drain from my body, then pieces of me start to get hold and cold at the same time.

"So what really is your quirk?"

I looked up at the hero next to me as we continued on down the street of the inner City.

"How much did Aizawa tell you?"

"I-he said...she has all the right elements? And told me I'd figure it out.." He scratched the back of his head.

I smirked at that. Who knew aizawa actually listened to the words I said. I was pretty sure after the whole sulking chrollos dick thing, he would have permanently tuned me out.

"Heh, that raggedy ann bastard" I smile smugly.

"So, what does it mean?"

"Ahh, okay so, did you go to U.A?"

"Um yes kid, why?"

Then im certain je knows of my family, explaining my quirk will be easier. God, this really is my favorite part.

I reached my left hand out, knowing he was right handedly and would respond well to it and then spoke.

"Hi, nice to meet you, im y/n l/n of the elementus royal quirk family."

Once he shook my hand I did a polite curtsey, as I learned in ballet to do that instead of bowing. Its much more fun to do this at family event, where I get to wear big dresses and pretend im important...but this'll have to do.

"The-i-oh shit..." He mumbled the last part in defeat, likely just figuring out what he'd gotten himself in to.

"So, im guessing you've got ...."

"Total control, yup" I confirmed.

"And you wanna focus on earth elements, like what flowers?"

I smirk up at him allowing my aura to put an intimidating facade.

"Actually I was thing more like venus fly traps" as I said traps I let my hands clap together mimicking the plant and bit at the air with my teeth.

He stopped walking and just glanced from side to side, waiting for me to start making sense again.

Until we heard some crying in the distance.

The two of our heads shot over and were met with a strange sight. There were three young boys, looked about 8¿ and a man, hero maybe? Crouched in front of them not looking all that nice. He had spike blonde hair, red eyes, gauntlets on his wris-

"Oh my god its bakugou, look sir! Thats the hot guy I switched schools for!"

"Wha-"

"BAKUGOUUUU!! HEYYY!"

his head slowly shifted from the kids to me and it seemed to only make him more angry. Then, once again I couldn't help but bask in the pure aggression...in his eyes.

They were red, fitting for the anger thry held, but it was beautiful. It was passionate, the way he could yell for hours about god knows what because he cares. He may care about petty things, or silly things, but he always cares so much. So passionately. That I can see it in his eyes.

"Oh my, whAt is this costume deary?"best jeanist spoke from ahead of us as we approach.

"Hi sir, sorry about the skin showing, my quirk is heavily enhanced the more my pours are exposed to the natural elements, especially oxygen. If I was more covered parts of my body would begin to go completely numb. Also doesnt my body look amazing! Im a lot more in shape since you saved me last"

I blamed happily at jeanist. Though we arent neceserilly close, he is definitely a great hero and has always been someone who easily sees through my façaude. Plus his fashion sense is wonderful and I often send him pictures of my outfits. Although he doesnt respond I know he sees them and if they were bad he would be mean about it instead of ignoring it.

"Well. It definitely gives your body..access to that. And the sword?"

Ahh...the sword that I liked to carry. It was now stored in its place on my back.

"Call it a good luck charm, plus, we cant rely only on our quirks, then we are just weak people with strong powers. Rather than strong people."

I was always one to put on a show for him, as I do for lost of pro heroes. Its a lot more fun to say things like your all serious and fancy and smart sometimes. Its my little inside joke with myself, like to laugh at how easily people are awed by it.

Like how even though children were still crying bakgou was staring at me face void of emotion, completely struck at my words.

Definitely not..staring at my body that was exposed. Not eyeing the tight strap that wraps my left leg, that he doesnt know is a funcional lasso.

Noticing him, im quick to avert my attention.

"Hey bakugou~"

"Tch you really went from shitty princess to slutty princess huh?"

"You really went from telling deku you'd be number one hero, to making kids cry on the street, huh?" I challenged

I heard the crying boys laugh a little, just the age reminded me of my brother, Im sure they have nothing in common, but I havent seen any of my brothers in quite some time so I suppose a small part of me was just projecting.

I hated that they were crying, though. Ussually I dont like kids, they are stinky and gross and the main reason people have been ruining my life up til now. However, noticing these three reacting to bakugou in a way I wish emotionally available enough for, it made me feel obligated to help them. Wierd, huh.

"Hey, did that guy use his fire all scary?"

"Yeah, he was gonna kill us"

"Fires scary."

I giggled a bit, I knew fire like the back of my hand. It was the first thing I mastered as a child and the way I see bakugou use it doesnt to the element justice.

"Hm, well, I dont think so...can I show you something?"

The kid in the middle, apparently the braver of them, lifted his gaze from the concrete to meet my eyes. Just as I crouched down to my knees in front of them he nodded up at me.

I smiled at this, proud that I earned his trust for...some odd reason.

My hands formed a cup shape in front of him and I focused my ears so I could hear the blood rushing through my own brain, like waves. This was how I learned to use elements singularly: by using my internally noise to block out everything else.

I first allowed a small line of fire to dance around, now bigger than a candle wick. Then through another, and another as the boy watched carefully. Not yet impressed his face was still caustious. However I continued focusing my energy, feeling my body, the air around me, the heat of the sun, even remember the passion from bakugous crimson eyes.

I as I did so the many small flames twirled and twisted within eachother forming into a beautiful blue and orange fluctuating flower.

The boy looked into my hands mouth now agape, tears dried, fear gone. Then, again, for some reasons unbeknownst to me... I felt a sense of pride.

He tapped his friends so they would look up and I continued making my fire into different things, birds, planes, people. The kids were entranced.

I looked back to see the two pros staring at me with a certain level of pride mixer with shock. While bakugou seemed at a loss for words. God knows why this time?

"I don't think fire is all that bad you know..."

"Pft, yeah, I know kid," with that I threw my little flames above their heads and let the sparks fall down of them like shiny glitter. Then, overwhelmed with this horrible feeling in my chest. I retreatdd to my boss for the weak. Was that..happiness? Ew.