#midori suit hate

[andsotheuniverseended]

local girl strange and off putting; angels regret to say that they are in fact into that

[herblay]

Cocktails I would make for class 1A (with Shinsou, minus Mineta bc I simply wouldn't, and with Monoma because I love him)

Sorry that's a particularly deranged concept, I mean this later in their teens/adulthood in that 8 year gap where they're putting up w Bakugou's begging them for money to make Deku a hero. Not when they're the baby age of like. 15. Don't drink kids. Idc really but like it's apparently not good for u. Then again what they went thru would drive me to drink even more. I was originally going to make all the cocktails in this post but I do not have all that liquor on hand and I don't love you guys enough to buy allat. (also psst I hate some of the cocktails on this list)

Iida: You may think the answer is nothing but I beg to fucking differ. He is a distinguished gentleman of society (cough cough rich bitch) and therefore I would make him a very classy Negroni. I personally do not care for vermouth and therefore am not super fond of them, but I feel like this is the level of distinguished cocktail suitable for Mr. President.

Yaoyorozu: No cocktail, a glass of dry white wine yes though. Probably a nice Sauv Blanc (my wine of choice). Classy, crisp, and wonderful. I originally had her as a red wine gal but I think a dry white suits better.

Todoroki: Dark n Stormy. This is one of my personal old standbys, and Todoroki seems like he'd be a rum guy. Ginger beer has the nice kick to it, and the layered effect jives with him. I think this is a great cocktail.

Midoriya: Tokyo Tea. Come on. Had to use Midori for his. It's only right. I actually don't really like this cocktail, it's too sweet for my tastes, but it's an incredibly sweet cocktail that packs one hell of a punch in bright green– tell me I'm wrong about this. I dare you.

Kirishima: I love him too much to give him a Bloody Mary. He'd have a Cosmo. Because much like that cocktail he was unfairly forgotten about by Horikoshi HORIKOSHI WHERE IS MY SON Infinitely fun to drink, fun to make, and always looks wonderful. Peak.

Kaminari: Carbonation is the name of the game. Kaminari seems like he'd enjoy something a little fizzy a little bubbly. And I thought about a Moscow Mule for him, but a limoncello spritz is the far better option. It's bright yellow, very summery, and very fun to drink (allegedly. Idk. I don't like sweet cocktails, as established. But I'm a good host and I think he'd like em.)

Mina: CLOVER CLUB BECAUSE IT'S PINK AND DELIGHTFUL (seriously if you make any cocktail in this list. It's a fucking delight. And it is pink and has a nice foam and a great touch of acidity. Perfect for Mina).

Sero: A Penicillin. Idk why. The vibe came to me and I think it's correct I just don't know why. It's smoky and gingery and is a great vibe for a rainy day. I like this for him.

Jirou: Espresso martini. I literally hate making these but it really suits her. They're also, much as it pains me to admit, a wonderful cocktail. But I made them once for my friends and now it's the request 24/7 and uh. Bestie they're not exactly a quick and easy drink to make. Anyway. She'd like one. I promise.

Satou: He's a sugar guy, so a piña colada would be right up his alley. Not a super quick drink to make if you're just making one, but a super easy drink to prep if you're making a batch of em, and rum is THE sugar liquor. Not a super fancy and sophisticated cocktail, but that's hardly a bad thing. It's friendly and accessible and always welcome (like his baking).

Shinsou: THE Corpse Reviver No. 2. I was saving this one for Aizawa but objectively this is correct. Absinthe rinse MANDATORY. I like using Cocci Americano Blanco instead of Lillet Blanc for this, but really both are great, I just balance out the Lillet's added sweetness with more lemon. But yes.

Monoma: Cocaine.

Tsuyu: Queens Park Swizzle. It's like a more whimsical mojito, it's light, refreshing, and literally impossible to dislike. Got a touch more depth than a mojito as well (which is fitting for Tsuyu, she's best girl, I love her dearly).

Ojirou: I am not gonna lie the extras are hard to nail down. He seems like I would give him a vodka cran and forget about him. (Even as an adult. Idk man I really don't care about him) (Sorry to the like. 2 Ojirou fans out there. I just. Do not get him very much)

Aoyama: I am NOT giving him a French 75. 1 because that's too easy and 2 because this boy is a Mai Tai if I ever saw one. Fruity and camp. And also because I made a sparkly Mai Tai (with a rim I set on fire) for my friend's birthday and I think that was the most Aoyama drink ever.

Koda: Okay so I think Koda would not be a big drinker but I would share my edibles with him. A weed gummy or two. We could make it work.

Shoji: Mezcal Paloma. Packs a punch but it's got more depth and nuance upon the second sip. Mezcal in general is a very Shoji spirit icl. Got that slightly intimidating front to it but has a lot of texture and depth beneath the surface. We love you Shoji <3

Tokoyami: I wanted to give him a Jungle Bird just because. Funny. But let's be real he's a Death in the Afternoon type of guy. And pssst here's a secret I fucking love that cocktail. Absinthe, champagne, and that's about it. The other option is the Necromancer, which is my actual favorite cocktail ever, but it's a touch too floral.

Hagakure: Capirinha. A mostly clear cocktail that genuinely is nearly impossible to screw up. Tastes lovely, is surprisingly distinct for a lime + liquor cocktail, and is an all around vibe on a hot summer day. Felt right for Hagakure, she's one of the lighter characters.

Uraraka: Tbh I'd just share a beer with her, she seems like the type to be down to chill with a beer and some bar snacks, but if ANYONE deserves the honor of getting a French 75, it's her. Friendly and bubbly, but packs one HELL of a punch. I love you Ochako. You deserved SO MUCH BETTER (I'm still so fucken distraught at what happened with her and Toga man. Her as a quirk counselor was the only good bit in the epilogue.)

All Might: is probably getting a glass of warm milk at the bar lbr but he seems like a Long Island Iced Tea type of guy (and that fits with Midoriya's in a very cute way now that I think about it. Damn. Didn't even do that on purpose but I'm happy abt it now).

Aizawa: Sazerac! The licorice notes are really strong in the ones I make, and an absinthe cocktail fits for him.

Bakugou: Is getting water. He would simply never do any drug and would probably freak at the concept of caffeine (I do not care about canon if it contradicts me) (He went to bed at 8pm as a teen that boy is probably never setting foot in a bar much less getting drunk bless him) (He has important things to do) (And money to save to finance his sugar baby I mean rival)

[lumizwrld]

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"I love, you love. This love, we're professional..."

➢ !Dom¡ Ryohei Arisu ♥︎ Afro-Latina Reader

☕︎ word count ・3.2k (This late ass lil Valentine's Day smut, I'm so mad bc I wanted to post this on valentines Day but I ended up changing some things around.♥︎)

⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎

cw ✐ outside the borderland universe, valentines day sex, shy arisu turning into dom, sensual, passionate, roughness, dirty talking, teasing, arisu eating reader out, cowgirl, missionary, reverse cowgirl, swallowing, submissive reader, moaning, whimpering, groaning, arisu being a good boyfriend, only Arisu Ryohei's perspective

✍︎ Summary = Not only had it been Valentine's Day, but it was also the day that Arisu showed his all to you. Being your boyfriend of just 1 year, he wanted to end this Valentine's Day off with a banger. As you're met with his surprise, you also find him hiding away from you (knowing his cowardness). After met, you encountered with his aggression, his frustration with himself, handing it all out to you in the most sinful way. ✧

It felt like she was never going to walk through that door, time unexpectedly reached a standstill lingering for her urgently to open that door and die from the death-defining adornment of all my love scattered through the apartment loft.

Anxious, I spent hours trying to find the best-looking outfit I could find and made sure it was her favorite color. Midori, the creation of yellow and blue. A green dress suit that complimented black pants and a pair of dress shoes embodied on me. I only desired perfection yet, she wouldn't want it any different. She would be happy even if I wore black sweats and a white t-shirt. From what I can recall earlier, she preached, “Please don’t go overboard about today, when I come back home, let's just smoke and lay in each other's arms? That could be our lil Valentine's Day right there." however, I feel like sometimes she doesn’t know how tenacious I can be when I listen to her.

Call it crazy, I was never the type to do anything so grand as this. Granted, I’m best with my hands yet I’d never expected to create an outbreak of devotion to her. Petals of roses scattered all over the floor, the flame of the candles shining so bright like an August day, inhaling the air of romance in the atmosphere, and centering the stage with her favorite songs faintly singing their way throughout the place….

God, she's gonna kill me…

“Shit Y/N, stop making me panic like crazy just hurry please…” I prayed in my head, disregarding the fact that the more I kept my eyes on the door the more I’d be tempted to faint. “C’mon baby, make it home quick.”

Pacing, fidgeting of fingers as I tried to ignore how nervous I was. “Shit.” I groaned to myself, placing my arms behind my head. For a moment, I thought I heard keys fidgeting at the door. Anxiety rushed all over me again, striding toward the door and then taking a slight step back.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “I-I can’t do this…” I uttered in my head.

“Baby I’m home-“ She spoke before being astounded at the place. I could sense her soft footsteps kissing the floor, loving every moment of this affection. Nonetheless, I hid in the master bathroom. Heart pulsating out my chest, I had no clue why I felt terrified to meet her.

She drives me crazy, I hate the way I get with her…

I hate that she tenses me up without doing absolutely anything to me…

Her gentle voice sang out my name yet I refused. It was guilt, agitation, and love fighting in my body right now. I couldn’t regulate to move.

“Ryohei? Where are you amor come out,” She questioned, sauntering up the stairs to the bedroom. “Baby you don’t understand how in love I am with the place. You didn’t have to do this.”

“G-Give me a second hani, I-I’m in the bathroom.” I notified her, head thrown into my palms as I elongated a groan.

“Hey…” She expressed, embracing her body against the bathroom door. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t be nervous baby, I love what you did. Thank you for that.”

A weak giggle flew from my lips, “Hani I’m fine I swear. I just had to use the bathroom that’s all. You love it huh?”

I could hear her voice pitch up scarcely, chuckling while battling to open the door for me. “Ryohei c’mon, I wanna see you.”

Hesitated, my hands trembling as if the temperature plunged in the room. I held my breath for an instant, my hand reaching out for the knob. A slight turn for the lock, gradually opening the door was all I needed to do before her eyes lit with a thousand stars.

“Hi…” I spoke, shoving my hands in my pockets as her eyes scrutinized my frame.

“You went all out for me,” She confessed, creeping closer to me with her hands elevated towards my chest. “You look so handsome cariño, oh my god…” She adored, inclining her head against my neck.

“I’m sorry for-“

“I know it’s okay, you went all out for me I know this probably overwhelmed you.”

“I just feel like I made this awkward now. I hid away from you and it’s like…I’ve been waiting for you all day you don’t understand mama I-

How swiftly, her lips shut my doubts up. Her fingers, locked themselves up behind my waist. Her tongue, communicating with mine. She made me melt in her embrace, I didn’t know where to position my hands. It was so bad how this kiss instantly made me desperate for her.

My head tilted inwards, permitting her hand to crawl up my back to the strands of my hair. She certainly knew for a fact that this was all gonna be in her control yet, I desired things to change for a second. Her free hand seizes my neck as her kisses trailed down my lips to my jawline. I guess this was her turn to show me her devotion to me cause, it had me to a point where it illustrated all over my face how badly I wanted to touch her beautiful body. All her pent from work, relieved from my bare hands. Even though she was always the one to command, I yearned for this to be all about her.

“How was work baby?” I communicated, my hand going for the back of her head as she made love to my neck.

“It was slow, but…All I thought about was you. I couldn't wait to get here.”

“That's…” I spoke before sighing at her gentle bites. “Good to hear baby, I've just been doing this all day.”

“I can tell, you do love me.” She whispered in my ear. Kissing it gradually, she was luring me deeply into her pool of lust.

“C’mon baby, let me take this off you.” I offered, taking her coat off. As she became free from the restriction of her puffer coat, her hands latched onto my entire body. “Baby, it's okay you don't gotta rush.”

“It's not me rushing, you deserve this.”

“I deserve this? All I did was just show you how much you mean to me, you always show me how much you love me. Granted I do, but I wanna do it in a form-”

I could feel her taking the lead, slowly walking back to the bed as she clung to me. “Mi amor, you talk too damn much. Just look pretty and let me do everything okay?”

I giggled, “Alright don't fuck with me like that."

She giggled in unison, “You’re everything to me. I love you, but you need to realize how much you are worth. You're worth everything fucking thing on this planet.”

I guess this was it.

I guess this is where it ends.

All this shyness, is gone.

I guess, this was where I made a mark.

I pushed her onto the bed, leaping on top of her frame. My hands grasping her neck as if she disrespected every inch of me. This went along with a harsh, desperate kiss.

I heard a whimper, yet that didn't cross my mind at all. I could tell she was surprised with every bit of emotion rushing throughout her body in this moment. Mainly, I was focused on one thing.

“Nobody’s ever told me that before until I met you. You love me too damn much, that's one thing I fucking hate about you. I hate how you make me feel this way and don't let me do anything in return.” I spoke right in her ear, her pants in mine as a form of a response.

“Ryohei…” She sighed.

“I want you,” I demanded, finding my way down my belt buckle. “I want you to let me do everything.”

Her hands reached on my belt, supporting me with unbuckling. Crazy, it seemed like I had her wrapped around my finger.

Assertive, her hand went inside my pants.

Heart felt, the way I spoke in her ear.

Temptation, her hands trying not to go any further.

“I won't stop you at all.”

“Y/N…”

“Do it please, I promise I won't stop you.”

Her desperate hands found me in my boxers, exposing myself on her own. Her kisses deprived my lips again, this time with a sense of belonging to be submitted to me.

Her defeat, she wanted this from me all along.

So in my response...

Don't hold this back, let it out….

First, it was me losing myself in between her legs.

Her thighs were gripped with my cold hands as I kissed the lips of her deprived pussy, darting into her eyes while I licked her sensitive clit. She felt the exhilaration instantly, her hands lost in my hair as she whimpered for me to slow down and stop. Still, such a beautiful woman who doesn't know how hard-headed I can be.

"Fuck." She moaned, "Ryohei just like that, lick me like that."

I answered her demands, licking her til she would see stars while I had my free hand teasing the entrance of her hymen. Entreating her right, she kept trying to close her legs yet I retained them open with all my might.

"You're all in my mouth." I teased, "All in my mouth."

She winced, panting at my fingers fucking her, imitating what I had planned for in a moment. Her begs and cries, all in my ear like a siren luring in a sailor. She had me hypnotized.

"I've never been so jealous of fingers in my life." I teased once again, "Mama, why are you holding yourself back?"

"I-I'm not."

"No?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Why are you lying to me?" I spoke, inching myself up to her face. "Don't lie to me."

I then lost myself in her eyes, brushing her hair from her cheeks. Nobody said anything, just a swift grab from her back, switching positions that transitioned this moment.

Her warm skin was positioned on top of me as her hand latched on my chest while straining to place me inside her. Her eyes revealed all her lust, how she begged for me without even saying a word. Gradually, she consumed all of me. Songs in unison, allowing me to thrust deep inside her warmth. It was as if this was the last day we'd be together. Who would have known, I'd be the one in control of this.

“Hold my hands mama, let me help you.” I panted, observing her lustful face as her body fucked with mine. “Nobody can hear you let it out for me baby.”

“Don't say that Ryohei.” She moaned, tossing her head back.

“Why?” I conversed, “The way I'm talking to you, does it bother you?”

“You know exactly what you're doing.” She groaned, vigorously grinding herself to the profound thrusts I provided.

“Tell me then, what am I exactly doing then? Speak to me mama, tell me what I'm doing to you.” Overstimulated, her hands released mine and grasped on my neck. This encouragement I gave was gonna finish with something grand I persisted to myself. However, it seemed like even when this is finished. She's gonna want more.

My cold hands rushed to her nipples, caressing them with gentle squeezes. The evil giggles she made that were intended with lust filled my ears, moaning afterward when I brought her close for me to suck on.

“I want you on top.” She panted faintly.

“What did you say?” I questioned, slowing my strokes.

“Please,” She panted, “Get on top of me.”

My eyes dilated, soon switching positions. She looked so innocent, like a porcelain doll. So fragile if I were to even touch her, she’d break. My arms found themselves beside her head as she held the support placing me inside her again. Silk soft legs, trapping me around my waist as a so-called embrace.

“Is this a trap?”

“What are you gonna do if I say yes?”

Aggressive, I thrusted once. Her gasp left her lips however before getting just a slight exhale, I placed my index finger right inside her needy mouth. Creeping myself closer to her face, she was like a model, a sight of pure beauty to me. This was all mine.

All of her was mine...

All of mines, to ruin...

Sounds of sin, the aroma of sex, the sloppiest of kisses, the sensing of sweaty skin, all at once could be seen as a form of art. My hand went from her lips to fondling her chin as the other maintained my balance, compelling her to look directly into my eyes as I slowly stroked up the pace.

“You want it like this baby?” I moaned, observing her surrender her beautiful body to me. "Tell me your beautiful thoughts I promise it won't hurt to just tell me."

“I-I can’t,” She panted, straining to fuck me in unison. “Control me fuck, I feel like such a whore Ryohei I'm sorry-”

“No no, fuck me like a whore then, don’t be scared baby. Show me how much of whore you can be to me.” I encouraged her, leaving her to snatch my hand and kiss my fingers, slowly suckling them.

“Ruin me, ruin me.” she entreated. First my thumb, then my index finger along with my middle. She replicated what she would do to me, It was to a point where I could die right from how much of a slut I turned her into. Neediness overfilling her eyes as she wished for me to cum...

Was it bad that I faintly felt it?

“Ruin? Did I bother you too much hani? I'm sorry, that's all my fault. Isn't it?” I giggled, moaning afterward.

“Don’t apologize,” she panted, removing my damp hair that began to cover my eyes from the thrusting. “I love everything you’re doing to me.”

“I forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked today. Mama is this what you want from me?" I intended, my lips inches away from hers. "Yes, this is what you want, right? You want me to talk to you like this when I fuck you like this baby? Tell me I know you do." Brown profound eyes, darting right into her soul as she hesitates to choose which action to make, panting or moaning her heart out of the pleasurable feeling of me penetrating her swollen pussy. Her grip was so strong I couldn't help but moan to her embrace on it.

Her eyes were in such worry yet, smiling like a complete slut at my weakness. Her right hand on my neck, resisting herself to combust from me. “Keep talking like that and I swear I’ll cum all on you.”

“Do it, mark all the things that belong to you. Mark your territory baby, cum on my dick.” I intended, deepening my penetration to hit her where it hurts.

Her head was sunken into the pillow and her hand that existed on my neck soon felt her body. Rushing hands, all on her breast. Generously squeezing her nipple to the stimulation, god it was all my fault she acted this way with me. Her luscious lips were soon bitten. I could tell she was starting to feel her climax.

“I…I can’t…Ryohei…” She moaned, arching her back leaving me to slide my hand under. Obtaining her close, I departed subtle kisses on her neck down to her chest.

“Do everything on me. Like I said before, show me how much of a slut I turned you into.” I groaned, maneuvering my head to her deprived breasts, brushing her finger away to allow placement of my tongue on her nipples. Sucking passionately, I offered her soft bites to signify my admiration to her breast instead of just her pussy and her lips. And so, just when I thought this session would last for a while longer, I winced at myself gaining a strong sense of sensitivity. “Tell me where you want me to cum mama, give me what you want.”

She panted, “No, no don’t do it yet, please. I wanna keep going please, don’t stop Ryohei please.”

I awed, “I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? You want more of me huh?”

“S-Shut up.”

“Shut up? Mama think before you speak. You said you love everything I’m doing, right?” I taunted, pulling out of her. “You told me to ruin you, don’t take back anything.”

“R-Ryohei why did you-”

She found herself on top of me again, this time her eyes darting to the ceiling. My grip, so profound, and down on the stands of her hair, her back arched to the tension. Devouring, her needy pussy embracing my dick made my body rush with nerves. God, I’d loved to watch her fuck me if we placed mirrors on the ceiling. Observing her face full of pain from my thrusts, her perky nipples all alone likewise yet the hypnotic bouncing would be such a movie I’d reminisce every single fucking day.

“Lose yourself to me Y/N, let me be the only one to see you like this. I wanna be the only one to make you this filthy.”

The exertion she had was overwhelming mine, I felt depleted to where I lost grasp of her hair. She sensed me discharging, “Amor, please. Don’t stop please, let me help you.” She pleaded, going on all fours. “I need you.”

The minute she slid up, I directly jerked up from the sensation on my tip. Yet, she never left that spot. I worshiped every moment, her pussy fucking my tip knowing damn well she desired for me to cum.

“You want it inside you mama? Advise me.” I demanded, seizing her arms and bearing them back aggressively, gasping on her back. “Let me do it inside you, let me cum inside you.”

“Do it then Ryohei, let it out please.”

“Y/N, I'm starting to...W-Wait I feel it.”

My eyes latched, throwing my head back as I moaned as loud with all the strength I still had.

Yet, this feeling only grew stronger.

Grasping my hair, I couldn’t help to sustain my body from all this pleasure.

But, once I opened my eyes. Her beautiful eyes were met with mine, but her mouth was full of me.

“I thought…I thought I came inside you….” I huffed, wincing at her subtly licking me.

“You really did lose yourself." She giggled, following her tongue down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I huffed, “You're an evil woman y’know?”

“Yeah, you know I love you right?”

“Uh-huh”

Her tongue had found a home on my dick, licking my hardened tip as she motionlessly kept her gaze on me. “Good, I want you to remember that.” She grinned, spitting on it as she watched me jolt up again.

“Y-Y/N!?…” Whines, the pain yet pleasure filled my soul. Seizing her hair, I forcefully fucked myself into her filthy mouth for a moment. “That’s what you wanted huh? All of me in your mouth right like this?”

Her soft giggles flew in the air, “Yeah, it seems like you wanted it more than me.”

I soon hauled her up to my face, kissing her passionately as I released her from my grasp.

Once again, she got on top of me but soon began wrapping the covers on us. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I spoke, caressing her in my arms as I kissed her forehead. “God, you took everything outta me.”

As we snuggled in each other’s arms, it went silent. Taking in this void of quietness, my lips soon parted those soft, heavenly words of...

“Hani, I forgot to tell you once you got home...Happy Valentine’s Day.♥︎"

[yourlocalwriters]

Lost Finding You

Lost Finding You Chapter 1

------> This story was heavily inspired by The Glory, caution reading!

TW: Lots of violence, Bullying, descriptions of gore/death, suicide, name-calling, heavy topics.

WC: 2.4K

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The sound of slaps could be heard, and the sound of cries could be heard. but all was ignored with no problem, it was just another day, right?

.....

 “Jesus! Do you ever shut up!” Another slap to the face Emi went silent, she was crying. A laugh came out, 

      “Jeez! You really do listen, like a little doggy~” Hanaka Aki was the girl hitting Emi, she had been bullying her ever since Emi came to school. Her dyed blonde hair, cute make-up, fake tan, and her curvy body made her popular along with her best friend Midori. The two bullied Emi because of her quiet personality. 

      “Sit doggy! Sit!” Said Hanaka in a cutesy voice as she bent her knees slightly, her best friend turned to them and laughed. She’d been doing her makeup beside them; she ever-so-slightly bent forward making sure to arch her back. Although nobody had been looking, it still made her feel good. She looked back at her best friend as she teased Emi—moving her hand away from her eyelids—she held the black mascara in one hand and the lid in her other. She stared at the helpless Emi, and didn’t feel an inch of remorse…it made Emi feel even more hopeless to know that Midori was there and didn’t do anything, but what would she do? She was like a slave to Hanaka. She stayed silent crying, her legs still sore from their last beating. 

       “I said sit bitch!” Slam—Down she went onto the floor, her legs aching. 

       “P-please Hanaka.. Mitski is waiting for me..” Emi said pleading with her hands covering her head.

       “Mitski? Your little friend? Heh trust me Emi.. she’s not your friend at least.. in a few years from now. I’ll make sure of it, with how dumb she is I can probably just make up a lie about you and she’ll believe it!” She rolled her eyes just imagining how pathetic people could be; the corner of her pale pink lips turned up and her eyes went dark like nothing was there but evilness. Her smirk was what Emi hated the most. 

       “What's wrong Emi? Don’t want to lose your best friend!” Midori giggled; adding on to Emi’s torture. Hanaka looked back at Emi,

       “What's wrong? Hm?” Hanaka teased, 

        “S-shut up.” Emi said with water flooding her eyes. 

        “Oh?” Hanaka’s eyes lit up due to Emi’s sudden rage

        “Don’t you ever talk about Mitski like that—”Slap

        “Dogs don’t speak..” Hanaka straightened her posture—looking down at her— it was as if Hanaka’s goal was to show Emi that she was inferior to her. That Emi was a dog and Hanaka; it’s owner. 

        “Midori, hand me the bucket” Her eyes went cold and her fingers flexed into the curl of fist of rage.

        “H-huh! The one for the mop?..” Midori stared confused.

        “Yes bitch! Did I fucking stutter?” Impatient—Hanaka yelled—her head moving slightly to the left, making sure not to move away from her prey. Her yelling scared Midori and like always; she listened. 

        “Maybe this will make you fucking listen..”  splash—Emi ended up leaving the bathroom, but with a headache, wet clothes, and a worried Mitski. Mitski didn’t know that Emi had been bullied, she always made excuses. It continued like that.. until high school, it only got worse.  

As Mitski walked out of the stall; she saw one of the popular girls. She quickly rushed to the sink and avoided making eye contact with the school’s celebrities. As she knocked the knob up to turn on the water—the knownface spoke to her

       “I like your hair, it suits your face.” She looked at Mitski as they both washed their hands.

       “Oh. Thank you!” Mitski smiled shyly as she tilted her head and looked away, blushing; she was curious if she was being serious. Why would a beautiful girl—like her—compliment a below average girl like her?! 

       “Do you get it done at a salon? Which one is it?” She smirked. 

       “Oh no.. I wish I was that rich!” Mitski chuckled. 

      “I’m Hanaka.. and you’re Mitski?” Mitski was shocked that she even knew who she was, she was popular yeah but only in her math class! 

      “Y-you know my name.” Mitski's eyes widened as she turned off the sink.

      “Of course I do! I— know your friend, Emi.” Hanaka said getting awkwardly quieter at the name Emi. As if she was grossed out just by thinking about her.

      “Oh my friend Emi oh yeah—” 

      “Yeah yeah. Hey, how about we talk later.” She said as she grabbed Mitski’s phone from her counter and put her number in through the emergency dial. Through that, they started to talk more and more and Mitski started to become one of Hanaka’s slaves. Soon she began hanging out with Hanaka more than Emi as Emi didn’t want to hang out with Hanaka—obviously.. 

 a week later.

          “Emi!” Mitski ran into the room sliding the door open.

          “Mitski! You—came..” Behind Mitski was a familiar figure smiling and waving at Emi—mischievously—Hanaka. Suddenly Emi became uneasy; as she and Hanaka stared At each other with pure hatred displayed in different ways. Hanaka stared at her—still smiling—excited at seeing Emi mad. Emi staring at Hanaka wide eyed with her eyebrows frowned along with her mouth; like she was eyeing her to not even dare. The staring contest stopped; advancing their attention to Mitski.

         “Emi! I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Hanaka!” Mitski smiled from ear to ear; clueless to the rivalry.

        “I—.. I have to go.” Emi’s breathing was shaky hearing Mitski call her Hanaka; a ‘friend’—she forced out a breath— She had difficulty forming words right as her eyes started to fill with tears.

       “What? So soon?” Mitski said, confused. Before she noticed Emis eyes; She was pushed out of the way as Emi ran, but she did notice Hanaka’s eyes. They were filled with water, but they were fake. Hanaka was good at fake crying, she could fake cry anywhere and anytime. She needed this ability if she wanted to get her way.

       “H-Hanaka! Are you okay?” Mitski asked. 

       “I don’t think she likes me..” Hanaka said as she wiped away her tears, carefully trying not to ruin her makeup.

       “No! Emis not like that, she probably had—" 

       "Yes she is! That bitch is a piece of shit—sorry..” Hanaka stopped herself but Mitski already heard and was shocked at Hanakas response.

       “Did something happen between you two?..” Mitski asked. 

       “A lot.. she’s just a bit mean and cold towards me! For no reason!” A cute pouting face formed on Hanaka, eyes still watery. That was Mitski’s first incident where Hanaka manipulated her. Hanaka made Mitski think she was some type of Angel who did no wrong. She would cry and pout,

       “Mitski! Mitski! Emi is so mean!” 

       “I would never do that! I’m so nice!” When Emi tried to tell Mitski that she was actually a backstabbing snake; Mitski didn’t believe her and thought that Emi was lying.. Which shattered Emi, she knew it was already over the moment 

       “Hanaka would never do that? She's so nice” came out of Mitski’s mouth, Hanaka already had full control over her. It became even more clear when Mitski couldn’t even look Emi in the eye. She would always look down and was shaking all the time, like a scaredy-cat…

. . .

      As Emi arrived at her home, she read her parents note on the table. “Me and your father are working late tonight” again after again, Emis parents would do overtime and they would arrive late. They weren’t rich, they spent all their money on the nice house and to get food on the table. Mitski’s parents would help from time to time as Mitskis mom was a doctor and her father a businessman. The Lee family was so poor they could barely pay for rent sometimes; so Emi saved up to help her parents. Although it never gave much; she would go on walks searching for volunteering jobs on the weekendsrv. She sighed and went up stairs to put her school bag in her room, but before she could go in. She stopped as she heard giggles coming from her room.. She thought she was dreaming. She quickly opened the door, she will forever regret that. Hanaka and Midori were there..

       “How—How the hell did you get in my house! Are you insane!” Emi stepped back—with two of her worst nightmares being in her house—Hanaka and Midori— she felt like a tiny kitten in front of two massive tigers that were ready to pounce on her at any moment.

       “Oh shit! I haven’t heard her this mad in a while!” Midori snorted, covering her mouth with her hand; which had blue acrylic duck shaped nails with blue diamond gems on her index and ring finger. 

       “Well Emi.. we got help from your friend! Or.. our friend!” Hanaka giggled, then Emis eyes paneled to Mitski. Who looked to the ground shamed

      “Mitski.. you— you helped them?” Mitski was too ashamed to even look at Emi. She felt so guilty obviously. Even though they weren’t friends anymore; she felt like she had just betrayed her best friend. 

     “Emi I’m sorry, they forced—”

     “Mitski, whose side are you on?” Hanaka asked in a cold tone. 

     “Yours.. Hanaka.” Mitski mumbled.

     “Good..” Hanaka said to Mitski as if she was some sort of dog.

     “Emi~ I looked through your room!” Suddenly Emi froze when she saw her baby pink piggy bank which she had ever since she was little; she had been using it to save up for college. 

    “Give it back!” She ran to her but she was too late— as soon as Hanaka saw Emi trying to retrieve her money— she held it up high above her head

    “Hanaka, give it back now! You’re rich, you don’t need that!” Emi frustratedly shouted at her; her eyes widened staring directly at Hanaka’s. She was done letting Hanaka step all over her. She had gone too far;going into her safe space and messing with her things. 

    “Fine, I’ll give it back. But you have to beg for it first!” Hanaka said smirking 

    “Oo! Maybe I can post it on my Blog!” Midori said as she looked away from her phone. didn’t know what to do, if a video of her was posted she would for sure be a laughing stock.

     “Or.. I found this in your room..” Hanaka explained as she knocked down an ironing tool. Emi underestimated what Hanaka was going to come up with. She knew exactly what Hanaka was talking about. She did this before but.. Emi didn’t think she would dare to do it again. She was stuck.

    “Wait, Hanaka! What are you going to do!” Mitski yelled, worried. She didn’t know Hanaka would be this brutal.

    “Let her see if the iron is hot enough.” Hanaka narrowed her eyes—a threatening look— not looking away from Emi who was breathing shakily in fear.. She didn’t know what to do. She felt a droplet fall onto her cheek. 

    “What happened Emi?! Earlier you were ordering me as if you thought I would actually listen to somebody as pathetic as you?” Hanaka teased; as she had a playful grin on her face. Emi simply looked down…knowing she could not get out of this.

    “Why…Why do you do this to me?” Emi cried tears of frustration; yet she kept it all in. She clenched her hand into a fist.

     “What did I do—for you to act so cold towards me!?” Emi suddenly yelled at the three of them. Everyone was quiet…even Midori and Hanaka.

     “Why won’t you answer me, huh?!” Emi yelled in despair—dropping to her knees and crying into her hands. Suddenly Hanaka took a step closer causing Emi to revert her gaze up at her. 

     “It's because I know I can do whatever I want with you; and nothing will happen to me.” Hanaka implied—coldly—she stood with her head held high and her eyes dark; looking down at Emi. All Emi could do was cry…

      “What is wrong with you! I— I need that money! Please just give it back!” Came out from the hallways on peoples phones as they whispered and stared at Emi. 

      “Jeez, she’s so desperate Haha!” One girl said, showing the phone to her friend. 

      “Maybe she needs the money for makeup. Look at her,” another said giggling. As Emi expected, she was the talk of the school and of course everyone took Hanaka’s side. She would think that Mitski would leave Hanaka now that she showed her true colors but no.. I guess she was just too far deep. Emi couldn’t escape Hanaka either though, she would go on runs to feel better, many get another gig for money, maybe to just avoid them but that didn’t stop them as Midori would take photos and videos of her captioning it as; “The pig finally is doing exercise!” or “Loser finally goes out of the room LOL!” Then she would try to not go out at all, staying in her room all day not even eating, but that didn’t make her feel better as she was just seen as lazy to her mom. She would cry and cry then one day Emi just stopped showing emotion. She was done with everything, but at least her money being taken, her being hit, and teased becoming less and less. She had wondered who Hanaka's new toy was and then one day; She’d found out. One faithful day when Emi was redoing her test—as Hanaka had ripped her old one. Mitski had come running up to her, grabbing her hands tightly; She cried out.

      “Emi! I know this is random and you probably don’t want to talk to me but— I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! Graduation is coming soon and.. I don’t want to end the year off bad even though it will since you probably hate me! I— I just..can’t..nevermind! I’m just sorry and please don’t tell Hanaka what I told you! I have to go now!” With that she ran out of the classroom. Emi stayed for a bit then she heard Hanaka yelling at Mitski. Confused, she peeked her head out.

      “Mitski! Are you actually stupid! I can’t go home with a fucking B on the test! Do you know what my mom will think?” Hanaka yelled at her holding up her test

     “I’m sorry Hanaka—” 

     “Do you know how easily I can destroy you Mitski? You wanna end up just like Emi? Huh!” Hanaka cut off Mitski. 

     “Hanaka, what's your deal with Emi! She did nothing to you!” Mitski yelled back. Hanaka stared at her for a minute then suddenly her eyes went dark. 

     “Everything..” Hanaka said quietly. Emi didn’t know what to think, so she simply ran away before they could see her. The truth behind ‘everything’ was that Hanaka was simply jealous, at the time Midori wasn’t friends with her so she only had Mitski, everything was secretly going downhill for everyone and it would just get worse for all of them from there.

To be continued....

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[midoribai]

aa? hehe,,, you're gonna regret giving me access to your closet... have fun finding randomly shaped holes in your clothes mr. midori ^^! i'm kidding,, i'd hate to waste them...

- 🎐

"..You're such an annoyance. But whatever. I can just buy more suits. It's not that big of a deal."

[midoris-scarf]

Midori probably never washed that suit, he knows jack shit about washing anything.

[five-rivers]

Danger First

Chapter 2

Heya @pocketramblr. I have no self-control.

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Izuku expected his anxiety to subside, one way or another, once the exam was over.

As always, the universe set out to prove him wrong.

Home was more or less okay. But, for some reason, minor household repair issues started to bother him so much he spent the rest of weekend working on them

Then there was school, which was even more hellish than usual, despite being exactly the same as it had been since the sludge incident. Izuku was way too aware of how much of a threat everyone there was to him, specifically. Especially the teachers.

His hypervigilante state did keep him from getting poked (smacked) quite so much by the teachers, or cornered by 'fellow' students quite as much as usual, but it also led him to hide in the library storage room. He'd never be able to look at the librarian the same way again. Not knowing she kept multiple copies of books by anti-quirkless hate groups on hand.

And all through the week, he got nothing but silence from All Might.

But the end of the week came, and with it a letter from UA, which told him-

.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, FIRST PLACE?"

.

"I don't know, Nana, Banjo makes a good point."

"Don't take his side just because he was your predecessor. You all know a One for All holder would never resort to such devious- Yoichi, why are you making that face?"

"In an unjust world, bribery can be a tool for justice. I'm sure Eighth didn't have to, though."

"That's it, I'm not talking to any of you anymore."

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"Anyway," said All Might, wiping blood from his mouth and glancing nervously at the other beachgoers. "Congratulations, young Midoriya."

Izuku felt his lip wobble. "You're not mad that I couldn't use One for All?"

"Not at all! Actually, in some ways this might be better. We'll have some time to experiment privately. And if you're in school when it finally turns on... well, we'll just say you're a late bloomer, alright?"

"Okay," sniffed Izuku, rubbing his eyes. "I just... I couldn't use it. What if-"

"Hey, hey, it's alright, my boy. No need to cry. You passed the entrance exam without using a quirk at all! You should be proud. Even with a quirk, it's an incredible accomplishment. Also, just so you know, I had nothing to do with the selection process. Just in case you were worried about favoritism."

Izuku sniffed and nodded.

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"What a strangely specific denial."

"Uh, Banjo, usually I'd be reveling in the chaos, but I think Nana is seriously considering ghost murder right now. Maybe you shouldn't insult her kid anymore?"

"You and Hikage would protect me, right?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'd sell you to Satan for one corn chip."

"So would I; it's been way too long since I've eaten. As long as it is Satan and not All for One, you've got my blessing."

.

"You certainly proved this old man wrong."

"You aren't old," protested Izuku.

"We'll have to agree to disagree on that," said All Might. "Here, sit down with me," he said, settling on the sand.

Izuku hurried to follow suit, and for a while, they both just watched the ocean. It was nice, today.

"I owe you an apology, young Midoriya."

"H-huh?"

"For what I said on that roof," said All Might, "and for what I... implied later."

"You already apologized for the roof, though?" said Izuku, confused. "I mean, that day..."

"That's what I'm talking about," said All Might. "I shouldn't have- The way I apologized, when I offered you One for All... It was like saying that you couldn't do it without a quirk, that you needed a quirk to 'fix' yourself and... well, obviously I was wrong. Quirk or not, you're going to be an amazing hero."

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"Oh," said Banjo, "I can already tell this is going to be a problem once he finds out about Danger Sense. Gonna blow a hole right through his confidence."

"Maybe he won't find out?" suggested Nana, who'd wrestled her murderous impulses into submission. Temporarily. "Danger Sense is pretty low key."

"I feel like I should be offended..." said Hikage. "But if I got offended, that would be offensive to people who don't have quirks..."

"I don't know," said En. "If someone insulted your legs by saying they were so skinny it was like they weren't even there, would you being offended be offensive to people who don't have legs? Or would the original statement be the offensive one?"

"Somehow, I feel more offended after that."

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"Oh," said Izuku. He felt himself crying again. "Are you, um. You're not going to- Are you- Do you want it back?" he whispered. "One for All?"

"No, no, of course not. You... There's no one I'd rather have it. I'm just... even if you didn't, you could be a hero. But I'm hoping... I'm hoping you'll keep it."

Izuku swallowed and nodded. All Might awkwardly raised his arm.

"Do you mind if I...?"

"Sure?" said Izuku, not entirely sure what he was asking.

All Might put his arm around Izuku and gave him a sort of sideways hug. Izuku leaned into it. It was the safest he'd felt since the entrance exam.

Because, surprise, surprise, that anxiety hadn't gone away.

"What did you say?"

"Oh! Uh... it isn't important, it's nothing."

"It didn't sound like nothing," said All Might, concerned.

"I, well, I, ever since the entrance exam... maybe even a little bit before? I've been really... jumpy? About everything. I think it's just because I'm a wreck, but..."

"Huh. Well, you know, that could be a facet of One for All."

"R-really?"

"After I got One for All, it seemed like it was easier for me to tell when people were in danger and needed help," said All Might. "S- A friend who knew about One for All used to joke it was my original quirk. But it was subtle and intermittent, not constant."

"Huh," said Izuku. "So... it might have been One for All all along? Trying to get me to help people?" He picked at his lower lip. "Maybe... I noticed a bunch of stuff I usually don't... I'm not sure I would have seen all the people in trouble during the exam."

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"So much for not noticing-"

"His confidence... let him have it for at least a little while..."

"He seems to be taking it alright," said Yoichi, hopefully.

.

"I'm sure you would have helped them if you did notice, regardless," said All Might, "and that's what was really being measured, so my earlier point still stands."

Izuku nodded. "It would be really strange for a quirk to have two completely different applications like that."

"Yes, but One for All is a rather strange quirk, and I've seen odder split quirks." He fell silent for a moment. "I can't think of a way to test for it, though. Speaking of which, we should find some time to try and work on One for All before the school year starts. How do you feel about coming to UA after school?"

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"Th-thank you for helping us with this, Recovery Girl!"

"It's no trouble, dear," said Recovery Girl. "I'd be here at this time, anyway. You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork I have to go through. Just try not to break too many bones."

Izuku nodded vigorously, still somewhat in awe of being in the presence of not one but two incredible pro heroes. And at UA.

It was like living in a dream.

Except for the highly suspicious mostly-hidden wall panels and the very intense feeling of being watched through camera by an incredibly threatening being. It was fine.

"Alright, young Midoriya! Are you ready?"

"Y-yeah!"

"Then come at me, you zygote!"

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Nana stared at her (former) student in despair. "Toshi... why... out of all the people..."

"So, you admit he can make bad decisions-"

"Bad and immoral are two different things."

"I think calling people zygotes is pretty immoral, actually..."

Silently, Nana agreed.

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Izuku blinked at All Might- not because of the zygote thing!

... Okay, partially because of the zygote thing.

But mostly because he was still in his skinny, prone-to-coughing-up-blood form.

"Are you sure?" Izuku asked. "What if I..." he trailed off, blushing. What he was about to say sounded so stupid, and more than a little conceited, but...

"Hey, even like this, I'm much tougher than I look, young Midori- Ahem, I mean, zygote!"

"Toshinori, don't you think role-playing as Gran Torino is a little much?" asked Recovery Girl.

"Ah, do you think so?"

Recovery Girl shot All Might a truly terrifying look, but Izuku's mind was on something completely different.

"Is- is Toshinori your name?" he asked, awed.

Blood drained out of All Might's face, making him look more skeletal than usual. Should Izuku not have asked? Was it supposed to be secret? Oh no...

"Please tell me you haven't been training this boy for most of a year without him even knowing your name."

"Oops?" said All Might, faintly.

.

"He did do that, didn't he?" asked Yoichi, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline. "Nana, your boy is a disaster."

"All of us were disasters. We're still disasters."

"I'm not."

"Hikage, you spent most of your adult life living in the woods, completely isolated from humanity."

"I know, it was great."

"Unbelievable."

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"Back to what we were talking about before," said Mr. Yagi (Mr. Yagi! Izuku knew All Might's name! And had permission to use it!) after Recovery Girl was done scolding him. "Focus on actually hitting me before worrying about accidentally hurting me. Today, I just want to get a baseline. Next time, we can work on basic punches and throws."

"So, do I just-?"

"Yep, just come right at me!"

.

The next hour consisted mainly of Izuku being thrown bodily into various padded surfaces. Despits this, according to Mr. Yagi, he was much better at dodging than expected. As a bonus, although he certainly felt sore and bruised, he didn't break any bones.

He also didn't manage to activate One for All. Not even a little bit.

Nor did he on any of the other days leading up to his first day as a student at UA.

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Aizawa Shouta, down two nights of sleep and dreading the new batch of bright eyed hero hopefuls he'd be teaching- and crushing the dreams of- next week, glared blearily at a computer screen. Currently, it displayed a student's name, a quirk name, and the single least helpful quirk description he'd ever seen. Which was saying something, because he'd seen Hizashi's original quirk description.

Midoriya Izuku

Quirk: undetermined

Description: None.

I am either too tired or too sober to deal with this, decided Shouta. However, sleep simply wasn't on the table, and getting drunk was illogical. In that case, simply not dealing with it was the only option.

Nevertheless, he picked up his phone and called Nezu.

"Good evening, Aizawa!" said the internally chipper maybe-rodent. "Or should I say good morning?"

"Midoriya Izuku."

"Ah, you're browsing your class list, I see. Any thoughts about their potential?"

"Illogical." It would be, to make a call about a student's potential without meeting them first.

"Quite so!"

"Midoriya. Quirk," grunted Shouta, reminding him why he was calling.

"Ah, yes, he is a strange case. He's listed as quirkless in the registry."

That woke Shouta up, just a little. He'd seen a handful of documents for the quirkless over the years. If Midoriya was quirkless, his file should read N/A, not undetermined.

"What?"

"I have reason to believe that he might have been diagnosed in error," said Nezu. "I am still investigating. In the meantime, I would appreciate it if you kept an eye on him. Assuming, of course, that he isn't expelled!"

Shouta grunted and hung up. He minimized the window on his computer and pawed through his files until he found the entrance exam video for Midoriya.

A kid who passed the UA hero course practical entrance exam either entirely quirkless or with a subtle, stubborn, or invisible quirk on rescue points alone. A kid who seemed to run straight for danger on purpose (mostly on purpose, Shouta amended after seeing him collide with the invisible girl, coincidentally pushing her out of the way of some sort of water pressure quirk. There was just no way he could have known she was there). A kid who had almost certainly faced brutal quirk harassment since the time he was four and most likely possessed the self-confidence and trauma to match.

"Least he's good at dodging..." muttered Shouta. He rubbed at one grainy-feeling eye and pulled his sleeping bag closer around his shoulders. Kid wasn't all that bad at falling, either. Some light martial arts instruction, maybe?

He paused the video and reopened Midoriya's file, flipping to school and admission records and exam results. He usually didn't look closely at this part of the file, it was enough for him that the students passed, but, exceptions...

Speaking of exceptions, Midoriya's file was a mass of contradictions. Unusually high written test score that didn't correspond with middle school grades. Dozens of citations and black marks on his disciplinary record that should have kept him from even being invited to take the exam, but a letter of recommendation from All Might.

He frowned at the last one. There was no way...

He shook his head, and clicked on the link at the bottom of the file. It brought him to a herotube video about a year old. A hostage situation with a vaguely familiar middle schooler and slime-like villain. Also, a bunch of heroes, but none of them seemed to be addressing the suffocating child. Shouta felt his lips curl. Even if this was in the past...

Then Midoriya Izuku ran into the frame and tried to pull the other boy free, just seconds before All Might arrived and punched the villain so hard it started to rain. Then the video ended.

Alright, then.

Shouta's admittedly currently-less-than-razor-sharp mind presented him with two possibilities. One, Midoriya was All Might's secret child and All Might had bribed Nezu into letting him take the exams despite his less-than-stellar records. Two, this child had, with bloody fingernails, managed to claw a single spark of luck out of an otherwise bleak existence by impressing All Might enough that he got Nezu to ignore the otherwise damning records.

If the first, well, he had still passed the practical without use of any obvious quirk. He probably had some potential.

If the second... Shouta had been a hero long enough to recognize the circumstances that drove people to desperate, and sometimes unforgivable, acts. Dangling a single hope in front of someone only to snatch it away at the last minute...

Forget the maybe-quirk. This was the real conundrum of Midoriya Izuku.

The rat knew he wouldn't expel Midoriya with these stakes. It would be the height of irrationality.

(Even if he did turn out to be All Might's kid.)

What a pain.

He flipped through a few more profiles, quickly reviewing 1-B as well, before hitting redial on his phone.

"Calling again so soon?" asked Nezu with a squeaky chuckle.

"I want Monoma." He paused. "In my class," he elaborated.

"Oh? Whatever for?"

"If I'm going to have to figure out Midoriya's mystery quirk, I want to make it as easy for myself as possible."

There was silence on the other end of the like, and Shouta checked to see whether or not he'd hung up accidentally. He hadn't.

"I must say," said Nezu, finally, "I had not considered that solution. Depending on the mechanics of Monoma's quirk... I cannot think of any reason to deny your request."

That was a strange way of phrasing it.

"We'll exchange him with Bakugo, in that case."

"Not that I'm complaining," said Shouta, "but why him? Why not..." He racked his memory. "Mineta. He's got one of those body part quirks Kan likes."

Nezu chuckled again. "Normally, I would pick Mineta, but, by my calculations, a classroom that contained both Monoma and Bakugo would be demolished within thirty minutes of their arrival."

Shouta groaned. Why did they even let people like that in?

No, wait, he had an answer to that, actually.

"Forget a mouse, a dog, or a bear," said Shouta. "You're a sadist."

"Some certainly think so! But one thing's for sure! I'm the principal!"

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The door to class 1-A sure was big... and intimidating... and radiating a faint sense of malaise. But, then, Izuku's middle school classroom had done far worse, so...

He opened the door. No Kacchan. Thank goodness. He must be in the class B, then, because there was no way he'd let Izuku beat him to school.

The strict boy from the entrance exam was there, though, and, oh, dear, he'd noticed Izuku and was coming right for him.

(Oh, gosh, and the invisible girl was here, too. He felt himself blushing furiously.)

Still better than Kacchan.

"Hello!" he said, rather loudly. "I'm from Somei Private Academy! My name is Iida Tenya!"

"Oh, uh, I- I'm from Aldera Middle School..." said Izuku. Was stating the name of your middle school a normal thing? He hadn't read about this in any manga... "I'm Midoriya Izuku."

"Pleased to meet you!" He moved his arm in a rather robotic fashion, taking a deep breath.

Oh, no, was he about to yell at Izuku again?

.

"Danger Sense isn't even going off right now, Izuku," said Yoichi, despairingly. "Why are you still so nervous?"

"Maybe we never really gave him Danger Sense after all, and it was his natural anxiety the whole time."

"Please stop denigrating my quirk."

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"Midoriya... you... you perceived the true nature of the practical exam. Meanwhile, I was blind! I misjudged you! I hate to admit it, but you were the superior candidate."

Oh, that was nice, but... "I didn't perceive anything, though. I had no idea rescue points were a thing. I was mostly just trying not to die."

"Ah! That curly hair! It's Midoriya!"

"Oh! Um, Uraraka?" Please, please, let him have remembered her name right.

"Yeah!" said Uraraka, smiling brightly.

Augh! Too cute!

"I'm so glad you're in my class! I was so worried I wouldn't know anyone here."

"Y-yeah. T-this is Iida, by the way," said Izuku, trying to get attention off of himself.

"Nice to meet you, Iida."

"It's nice to meet you as well, Uraraka!"

"Yeah! So, we've got the entrance ceremony and guidance sessions today, right? I wonder who our teacher will be- They're all supposed to be pro heroes, right?"

"Um," started Izuku, "that-"

"If you're here to socialize, then get out."

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"That's a teacher, huh," said Yoichi.

"Why are you saying that like you've never seen one before?" asked Banjo.

"I've seen teachers before," said Yoichi. "I've seen all of your teachers. The ones you've had while you had One for All."

"Okay, now you're saying that like you've never had teachers."

"Yeah, that is kind of strange, Yoichi," said Nana.

"I had professors," said Yoichi.

"Still weird."

"I went to college. And med school."

"Did you graduate?" asked En, interested.

"No."

"Why not?"

"My brother kidnapped me, kept me in a vault for a while, and then I died."

"I didn't know what I expected," said En, shaking his head.

"Wait, weren't there several years between the vault and the whole dying thing."

"Yeah, but I'm ignoring them."

"Because?" Banjo hooked his thumb over his shoulder at Second and Third.

"Yep," said Yoichi.

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"Todoroki. You were the highest scorer on the Recommendation Exam. See how far you can throw this ball with your quirk. Stay in the circle. Anything else goes."

A boy with white and red hair stepped forward, scowling faintly. He took the ball and stared at it.

"Time is valuable, Todoroki."

And then there was a glacier.

Izuku felt his jaw drop. How was he supposed to compete with that?

.

"My name is Monoma," said a blonde boy, offering his hand.

Izuku stared at it a moment before remembering handshakes were a thing.

"Midoriya," he said.

Monoma then offered his hand to Uraraka and Iida as well. "I look forward to experiencing UA's superior brand of education with you," he said.

Izuku laughed nervously. "You're confident," he said, glancing at the track where two others students were doing sprints. It would be their turn soon.

"But of course!" Monoma struck a sort of pose, fingers splayed out on his chest. "I welcome this sort of challenge, this opportunity to prove myself! It just goes to show, UA only accepts the best of the best!"

Monoma was called away to the starting line a moment later. "Two good, one dud," he mumbled under his breath.

What did that mean?

Then Monoma was at the starting line, and he was using Iida's quirk. Did he have a copy quirk? That was so cool!

... Is that what he meant by good and dud? Did he... did he see that Izuku didn't have a quirk? Oh, no... What if he told everyone? Even if people were being nice to him now...

"What's wrong?" asked Uraraka.

"U-um," said Izuku. "Nothing?"

.

"Oh, gosh," said Yoichi, crying. "I just want to wrap him up in a warm blanket. You deserve friends."

"Yeah, kid, it'll be okay," said Banjo. "Bakugo's just a freak. And so was your whole school. Place gave me MLA flashbacks."

"Sure glad they aren't around anymore," agreed En.

.

All in all... Izuku didn't do terribly. Especially given that he didn't actually have a quirk, and this was a quirk assessment. At least, he didn't think he did. At least, he hadn't tripped or hurt himself.

It had, in fact, been a rather good day. No Kacchan. No bullies. The teacher had clear standards and requirements, and he stated them up front.

He had been getting... bad vibes... from the short, purple-haired kid, and he'd noticed other people frowning at him, especially the girls. But he hadn't been able to put his finger on why, even though he had been watching him carefully during his turns.

Other than that...

UA really was the best.

"By the way, no one's getting expelled. It was a logical ruse."

Monoma raised his hand.

"What is it?"

"I must object!" said Monoma.

"You... want someone to be expelled?"

"In fact, I insist! To allow this to continue would blemish the reputation of the school."

"Well said, Monoma!" exclaimed Iida. "Living up to the reputation of UA and all the alumni who have come before us is a duty of us students! But what blemish are you talking about? Surely, as Mr. Aizawa said, we all went plus ultra!"

"Maybe so, but my concern has more to do with moral standards!"

"If you kids keep going like this, I'm just going to go to sleep. You're giving me a headache."

Izuku caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and a wave of unease went through him. He turned to see-

"Hey! What are you doing?" he demanded, shocked and more than a little horrified.

Once again, he was mortally embarrassed on behalf of the invisible girl.

"I wasn't doing anything!" said the small purple boy.

"You were looking up her skirt!"

"It isn't like there's anything to see!"

The invisible girl gasped and quickly moved away. "Gross!" she said. "That's terrible!"

"See? See?" said Monoma, wildly. "This is what I'm talking about!"

"Next time," said Aizawa, "get to the point faster. Time is valuable. Mineta."

"What?"

"You're expelled."

"What? You can't do that!"

"Go complain to Nezu."

UA really was the best.

"Midoriya."

Okay, never mind. He was doomed. Completely doomed.

"Monoma. I want to talk to you after class. The rest of you are dismissed."

Midoriya stood nervously as Uraraka and Iida bid him goodbye. Was this it? Was Aizawa going to expel him after all? At least it wasn't in front of absolutely everyone... But what was Monoma doing here?

Speaking of which, Monoma looked nervous, too... Was he okay? Surely, Aizawa wasn't going to expel him, too.

"Is this about me using other people's quirks?" demanded Monoma. "Because you said anything goes! I wasn't cheating. You can't expel me!"

Oh. There was some trauma there. Izuku could tell. Did people make fun of him for his quirk?

"I'm not going to expel you," said Aizawa, looking up at them from where he laid in his sleeping bag in the grass. He almost looked like he was praying for patience. "I need to ask you some questions about your quirk. For future reference and to better serve your needs as a student. I know how tricky meta quirks can be."

"Oh," said Monoma, slightly deflating. Then he sent a curious glance at Midoriya. "Is he-?"

"His matter is slightly more sensitive. If you would like me to send him away while we talk, I can do that."

"No, no, it's fine." Monoma sniffed, his eyes suspiciously wet. "What's the question?"

"You copy quirks through DNA contact. Do you decide when to activate passive quirks you copy, or can you choose?"

"I can choose, as long as it's within my time limit."

"When you first make contact, can you tell what quirk a person has?"

Monoma shook his head. "No, sir, I have to activate it to do that, so I can get duds- oh, that is to say, quirks I can't use because I don't have the proper activation conditions, like Midoriya's. He's got some kind of stockpile. I can get duds without realizing it. But I can tell whether or not someone has a quirk."

"Were you able to test all your classmates' quirks today?"

"Not everyone, yet," said Monoma. "I usually try to avoid more extreme mutation quirks outside of controlled conditions."

Aizawa's head bobbed up and down minutely. "Great. That should be enough for now. You're dismissed."

"Yes, sir! I look forward to seeing your superior lesson plans tomorrow!" He paused. "Midoriya."

"H-have a good day, Monoma."

Monoma had felt One for All! What a relief. Izuku had been half worried he'd lost it somehow.

But why did Aizawa want him?

"Um, sir?" he asked. Sort of asked. 'Sir' alone wasn't a question, even if it was said in an inquisitive tone.

Aizawa's eyes turned red, and his hair started floating. Izuku felt... Huh. Calmer, somehow? He was no longer vaguely aware of how the light post over there could fall on him, or any of the other many minor dangers surround him and oh, gosh, he was no longer aware of the dangers! How was he supposed to stay safe like this, when he felt like he'd been blindfolded?

Aizawa blinked. Everything came back.

"Wow," said Izuku. "That was so cool! Was that your quirk? Is it an emotional quirk? It made me feel calmer at first, but then I was, I don't know, too calm, and it made me anxious, but then-"

"Problem child," said Aizawa, and Izuku froze at the reprimand. "What I just did was erase your quirk."

Erase?

His quirk?

"Oh my gosh! You're Eraserhead! I'm a huge fan!"

Aizawa closed his eyes. Was he counting? No? Did he fall asleep?

"You do know you're listed as quirkless, right?"

"Yes?"

"But you just had a reaction to my quirk that a quirkless person definitely should not have."

"O-oh?"

"Combined with Monoma's ability to sense your quirk, I'd say you are not, in fact, quirkless."

"But I have the toe joint?" Izuku wasn't sure why he'd said that. He shouldn't be arguing against this, because, as Aizawa had said, he did have a quirk. It just wasn't exactly his.

"Yeah, that's an old wives' tale."

"Really?"

"As real as my quirk counselor license. Whoever diagnosed you was a quack."

"O-oh."

"My initial impression from your entrance exam video is that you might have a sensory quirk of some kind. On the other hand, we should take Monoma's assessment into account, and consider stockpiles. Either way, I would like to schedule some time to test things out with you."

"You- You'd do that? For me? I mean, I don't want to be a bother-"

"This is literally my job."

"It... yeah, I guess so." His previous teachers would have considered it a bother. Except Mr. Yagi, but Mr. Yagi wasn't really a teacher. He was more of a... a mentor.

(Or a dad.)

(Oh, no, he did not just think that. Bad. Bad brain. Bad brain that read too much All Might RPF as a pre-teen.)

"Besides, even if your quirk doesn't have many applications in hero work, it will be useful for you to know what it is and how it affects you." Aizawa yawned. "Also, don't tell your class that I'm Eraserhead."

"O-okay," said Izuku. "Of course, sir, but... why?"

"I have two full time jobs. I get my entertainment where I can. You can go now. We'll schedule tomorrow."

Izuku nodded, and Aizawa just... zipped his sleeping bag the rest of the way closed and rolled over.

Was... was he just going to go to sleep here? In the middle of the field.

"Um? Mr. Aizawa?"

A grunt came from the sleeping bag.

"This is... isn't this kind of a dangerous place to sleep?"

"Go home, problem child."

"... okay."

[jhoudiey]

girl-in-the-tower: Hehe, found the ask! Can I have some Mido facts, please?

MIDORI FACTS! 1. until she’s like... 7 she’s convinced that she has two birthdays. One Jan 1 when her egg was laid, and one April 1 when she actually hatched.

2. She calls almost everyone aunty, uncle, grandmama, and grandpapa as a kid. It does not matter if you are not related to her, if you’re an adult, you’re her family.

3. Growing up she’s a complete terror child so doesn’t have many friends her own age, so Floyd is her best friend. her list in order of importance:

       1. Papa 2. Mama 3. Larna 4. Bat Grandpapa 5. Uncle Malleus 6. Timothy. Bird Grandpapa makes the list somewhere around 18.

4. Timothy is her pet sea slug. She wanted a 3 headed dog like Larna but they’re too big so Floyd convinced her to get a slug instead, since a big doggo wouldn’t be able to swim with her as well. She carries Timothy around in one of those bags with the clear bubble in front, but make it water tight.

5. Spent her childhood clinging to heads and riding on shoulders. She likes Malleus’s head best cause his horns are like handles so she can be extra tall without falling over. This makes Floyd incredibly jealous.

6. Her personality is a mash of both Floyd and Yoru’s worst traits. She’s confrontational, intense, annoying, determined, stubborn, and unpredictable. They’re pretty much the only people she’ll take criticism from, but because they’re also gremlins, they think she’s perfect. Discipline isn’t a strong suit in the Leech house.

7. Ends up going to NRC cause Crowley finally caved and made the school co-ed cause he missed his “popcorn chicken” and hated how little he got to see her. Trying to raise himself on the ranks of her most important people may have played a role.

8. Malleus ends up teaching her how to play magift to try and channel some of her feral gremlin energy into an outlet that isnt harassing everyone in the valley of thorns. gremlin baby: adorable. gremlin 8 year old: the worst.

9. Ends up captain of the Savanaclaw Magift team in her 2nd year and leads them to victory over RSA. Crowley cries about it to anyone that will listen.

10. Stays in Yoru’s old bedroom at Crowleys place instead of sharing a dormroom with someone else. Her assigned roommate basically kicked her ass out cause she’s loud, messy, and super annoying.

[iadoremidorifromyttd]

my name is iadoremidorifromyttd (you can just call me mx. hiyori though) and i love midori!!!!!!

i like your turn to die a lot here are my top 3 favorite characters:

midori

sou hiyori (the one with green hair and a suit!!)

gashu satou

here are my top 3 MOST HATED characters:

maple (MIDORI IS MINE I HATE HER SO MUCH BECAUSE SHE IS TRYING TO STEAL MIDORI AWAY FROM ME GO AWAY MAPLE MIDORI IS MINE HE IS M Y BOYFRIEND NOT YOURS SO GO AWAY!)

keiji shinogi

alice yabusame (his haircut is ugly)

here is my (actually serious) DNI

basic dni stuff (lgbtphobic, racist, etc)

MAP (or map apologist)

proshipper/anti anti or support proshippers/anti antis

soushin shipper (ewwww)

exclusionist

thank you for reading my awesome pinned post!!!!!!!!!!!! bye

ps: i love midori

[ladyloveandjustice]

Winter 2020 Anime Overview: Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!

Keep Your Hands off Eizouken! follows three high school girls: Midori Asakusa, Tsubame Mizusaki and Sayaka Kanamori, as they work together to create their own anime. They form a club on their high school campus, which they dub “eizouken” (the rough meaning of which is “film association”).

Awkward and spacey but endlessly creative, Asakusa takes on the job of director and also handles background animation. Mizusaki is a part-time model who has to dodge her parents disapproval over her pursuing anime, but she’s a whiz at character animation. And finally, there’s the tough-as-nails, blunt-as hell Kanamori, who doesn’t have much passion for animation itself but has a lot of passion for selling a good product, and she wrangles the two artists and reminds them of the bottom line.

Eizouken! is a vibrant artistic triumph bursting with wonder and ingenuity. I can’t really communicate just how good it is- this is truly a show that speaks to the existence of nerds, creative weirdos and (if you identify with Kanamori), the poor souls who have to deal with how ridiculous creative weirdos can be.

 The show finds great visual ways to express the creative and planning process for an enterprise, having the girls literally climb around in the settings and concept art they create, struggle to fly the planes they’ve designed, and so on. By doing this, it transforms what could have been a more standard narrative into a more unpredictable tale that switches between being a a thoughtful meditation on the different aspects of the creative and production process and a rollicking, wacky adventure story.

And it’s all carried by very strong characters. Even their designs are bold and distinct- its very rare to see a main protagonist female character in ANY sort of animation have a constant, unflattering grimace like Kanamori does, but it suits her cynical self perfectly. Eizouken! focuses on female characters, but unusually for anime, and let’s be real, animation in general, it doesn’t sand off any unique edges to make them as  generically cute’ as possible. Mizuasaki is the closest to a standard conventionally cute design, but that suits the fact she’s a part time model.  Thanks to the great animation, the girls also have a wonderful expressiveness that matches their striking designs. The great article The Glorious, Geeky. Goofy Girls of Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken goes into this more in depth. 

(As the article mentions, the storyboard director of episode 1, Mari Motohashi, said they animated the characters in a consciously gender neutral manner too, saying of the original manga that“ she liked the "gender neutral" feel of it. She described Asakusa as like an elementary schooler, Mizusaki as having some girlish aspects still left in her, and Kanamori as like an intellectual yakuza. She said that Kanamori's pragmatism was refreshing, and felt true to life regarding how the anime industry works, which may be why creative people tend to enjoy the manga. “)

It’s not just the main three! Side characters are distinctive too and unusually diverse for an anime taking place in Japan. The setting itself encompasses this diversity, you see signs in many different languages and so on. The mangaka has stated it was based on her own experiences attending a public school, saying on twitter:  "I was attending a public elementary school. There were Japanese, Chinese, Koreans, Americans, Iranians, Brazilians, Egyptians and Nigerians. Those are normal. And there were various skin colors, religions, and various names."

Of course, strong designs and animation need strong writing to match them and Eizouken! provides. All the characters are deeply loveable in their quirkiness and struggles, and they play off each other well.

Kanamori became particularly beloved with the fandom- she could have easily been a one-dimensional greedy producer type, but while she takes no shit and wants that money (oh boy does she) she also really genuinely hates seeing great small businesses fail due to poor management, and knows how harsh the world is and wants people to succeed in it.

 Also, because the student council leader genuinely smart and take-no-shit pragmatic too, her rivalry with Kanamori actually becomes fun to watch instead of being the usual generic one-sided battle we typically club anime- they’re equals.

Asakusa and Mizusaki also have really strong character focus too-for example, when we get into why Mizusaki loves animation, you find a surprising attention to detail and practicality hidden behind her starry eyed passion. One of Eizouken’s greatest strengths is how, while its brimming with joy and love of artistry, it doesn’t bullshit its audience and try to define artists in vague, idealistic terms, or act like it isn’t incredibly tough out there for animators, or anyone trying to make doing something they enjoy. The anime is defined by the tug of war between the wonders of imagination and the harshness of the actual world.

But it also acknowledges that like, sometimes high schoolers just wanna animate a girl fighting a tank with a sword cuz like how cool is that.

It makes for a message that’s still hopeful and inspirational to people who want to do what they love, but more in touch with the actual world (and the dire conditions of a lot of the anime industry, even if it doesn’t directly talk about it). Like with it’s characters, the show doesn’t sand off the rough edges of trying to make and sell art!

In the end, Eizouken! is both an ode to and a peak example of incredible creativity and all the effort that goes into getting art out there The only real flaw in it is that sometimes the info-dumps on the animation concepts can get overwhelming, but even that just means more cool stuff to comb through if you’re in the mood for it.

And there are a million strengths to offset it. Like how It’s funny and smart, striking a great balance between snappy, relatable moments and deeper musings on artistry and trying to make it in a confusing world. It’s got a lot for animation and anime geeks to snack on and is clearly made by people who both know what they’re talking about and don’t feel the need to sugarcoat it. It captures both the ridiculousness and loveliness of nerdery (you WILL see these dweebs arguing about giant robots in wonderfully/horribly specific detail). It’s a visual feast that switches art styles to express different feelings, and revels in every colorful detail. It’s full of great girls being awesome dorks.  

It’s likely to stand out as among the best of years to come and I wouldn’t be surprised to see it still going strong in “anime of the decade” lists when we hit 2030. I definitely recommend this series with no reservations- not just for artists and lovers of animation, but anyone who wants to have a blast. 

So please feel free to use this humble Tumblr post to spread the word about this show, though never forget Kanamori’s wisdom:

For we must always hold this knowledge deep in our hearts.

[gingus-arts]

i did this >:) i also wrote a mini informal essay [read: i rambled] to explain my choices in depth and i will post that here because the character limit on instagram will not let me ;;;

also here is it in photos if that's easier 2 read (i,, spent all this time editing them for insta—)

here’s the text version-

“ okay so i'm gonna explain my choices bc i like talkin bout shit :D

0. their heights r just based on what the wiki said and their ages (and sexualities) r just my headcannons based on what i feel suits them, + a bit of what i've seem in the fandom

1. big spoon v. little spoon – i think kai would default to big spoon just bc shin is smaller than him & kai is protective but i don't think kai would mind being the little spoon at all, however his hair gets in shin's face when shin's the big spoon djshjfd. generally i don't think they'd spoon that much just because shin would be pretty hesitant to do something as overtly vulnerable and romantic as cuddling but kai likes that kind of stuff so shin would compromise occasionally u//u and as they're together longer he'd get more okay with it

2. lends clothes v. borrows clothes – i just think shin would steal kai's clothes and kai would let it happen. he finds it endearing (at least,, until he runs out of clothes ajdksj) [oh ya also i think they'd be roommates so that's how he'd steal his clothes u.u] shin probably would deny he was doing it if kai brought it up but it's very obvious

3. doesn't use pet names v. uses pet names – i just think shin would feel awkward using pet names shdjsj and in general show affection more with his actions than words, but i think kai would be okay with the occasional "darling" and "my love," esp if it gets a reaction out of shin

4. introverted v. extroverted – they r just both introverted 😔😔 i think they'd both like their alone time a lot (esp shin). i do think kai would like hanging out with other ppl a lot but find it somewhat draining to function in normal social situations for too long. u could say the same about shin but to a lesser degree, and it's a bit different since it's more about shin having a mask up in public & less abt being alert and not used 2 it like kai

5. affection thru words v. affection thru actions – i just think they'd both be really awkward when it comes to voicing their affections aaa, especially shin, just bc of the vulnerability it requires,, i think shin would try very hard not to make himself vulnerable after having that shit relationship he did w/ midori (ik it didn't specify what their relationship was or what midori was like but i have my hc's ajdjs)

6. confesses first v. waits for confession – i don't think shin would believe that kai likes him, even if it was really obvious that he did, without some very obvious sign. like he'd suspect it but keep denying it and not want to ask bc he might get turned down— i think kai would b a little less likely to get caught up in that because he'd be okay with shin turning him down (like,, not "okay with" per se but he'd understand why because he doesn't think he'd be much of a partner or friend in general 😭😭 so he'd force himself to be okay with it for the sake of not being "selfish") also i think kai would want to get The Feelings over with whereas shin would b like Repress Repress Repress Repre

7. screams about bugs v. squashes bugs w/ shoe – i think shin would b That Brand of afraid of bugs where u just avoid them or leave the room if they're there but scream if they come too close. kai's not afraid but i think he'd let the bugs live sometimes instead of just killing them

8. drives the car v. can't drive lol – i just think kai'd be good at driving since he's very meticulous and attentive, tho i just don't think he'd have too much experience. shin, on the other hand, has experience but is Not meticulous or particularly attentive sjfhdjdj

9. can't cook for shit v. cooks dinner – kai's placement is pretty self explanatory DJSHJF i just think he'd like cooking for shin and he also hates seeing shin drown himself in noodle cups & other store bought things when he could have An Actual Meal. shin,, has barely ever cooked so he's just Not Good At It At All

10. dislikes pda v. loves pda – i think shin would hate pda since he would even be uncomfortable with private affection to some degree (esp in the start of their relationship) because Vulnerability and blah blah blah but kai likes a little bit of it, like h*lding h*nds and occasional kisses on cheeks, and shin can live with that (even tho he does get flustered by it)

11. overprotective v. chill going – kai was (is?) legit sara's protector i think he'd have a hard time giving up the solid sense of protectiveness he feels for the people he cares about, especially when he's quite capable in protecting them. generally i think shin would b pretty chill but protective in the sense that kai can be his own worst enemy sometimes. small things like (subtly, bc he wouldn't want kai to know what he's doing) checking that kai's eating & sleeping enough, making sure no one's taking advantage of kai's tendency(? idk if that's the right word) to take care of others. generally this kind of stuff probably wouldn't be a problem but i think if kai was in a bad state he may fall into it. idk if that even counts as protectiveness tho 😔😔

12. has more relationship experience v. has NO relationship experience – THEY BOTH WOULD HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP EXPERIENCE (except shin w/ sou but that's really unhealthy so it like barely counts sjfjs) and i'd wager that they have,, little relationship experience in general. like, including friendships and stuff. i think that's neat in this case bc they're on the same level in that sense and can learn to communicate healthily and other relationship stuffs alongside each other u//u 👉🏼👈🏼 i feel like mishima would help them out in that regard a lot lol. it'd be fun if joe and sara did too 🥺

13. HORNY LEVEL – i,, i'm not sure if this needs an explanation but— i don't think shin would be too horny and kai wouldn't want to bother his partner with him being horny so he'd just deal w/ it. like his wants have just been stifled by being groomed to be used, if that makes sense

14.  AWKWARDNESS LEVEL – soo if this was in general i would've put both of their awkwardness levels lower but i assume this is in the context of relationship awkwardness so YES i think they'd both be pretty awkward around romantic stuff. just not understanding what to do and how to do it and stuff sjhfdfh

15. JEALOUSY LEVEL – okay so, kai and shin are two different flavours of insecure. shin is the type where when he feels inadequate he'd get jealous or bitter / upset, and when kai feels inadequate he'd accept that he's not good enough and shy away, n he'd probably feel pretty sad about it if his inadequacy was prolonged. so, if shin thinks that kai's hanging out with others more than him and seems to be happier with them, he's going to get really jealous (and mayhaps,, kinda feel like shit about it since he knows he shouldn't be jealous or upset bc kai is happy) and maybe a little distant or passive aggressive consequently. kai would just be like "aw shin's making friends :>" and if he starts to feel insecure about how much time or how shin acts around others compared 2 him, he'd internalize it and be like "well yeah i suck so this was bound to happen. Anyway i am going to make eggs benedict and cry now" “

[nitewrighter]

Storytelling for the writing prompt!

It wasn’t Genji that told Rei, but I’ve never written out the fic for it!

…How many times am I going to have Hanzo talk through the shit he did? As many times as it takes.

—-

Hanzo liked babysitting. ‘Babysitting’ didn’t feel like quite the right word, considering Rei was six now, but ‘looking after Rei’ felt like a mouthful. It was an overcast afternoon as he stood in Genji and Mercy’s apartment, glancing over the posters Rei had on the walls of her room.

Her room reminded Hanzo of Genji’s when they were younger. While Hanzo made a point to keep his room tidy and minimalist and to not disrupt the aesthetics of Shimada castle, Genji’s room was a hodgepodge of posters and magazines, a map of his own scattered attentions–and Sojiro allowed it all, of course. Genji wasn’t the oldest. Even though Hanzo had to set the example Genji never had to follow it. Rei’s room was similar, but there was a sore bit of nostalgia about it. She was the first born, the only born, and Genji and Mercy were making a point of letting her be a child. 

“Are you far away again?” Rei’s voice was underscored by the sound of scribbling crayon Hanzo looked over his shoulder at her as she sat her little desk, looking very focused on a piece of paper.

That’s what Jesse had told her. ‘He gets far away sometimes, it’s not you, sunshine. He’ll come back, don’t worry.’

“I’m right here,” he said, leaning over her slightly and smiling, “What are we coloring today?”

“Me!” said Rei, holding up the drawing, “It’s me when I grow up!”

Hanzo chuckled and took the paper, “So are you a Sentai warrior in this future or–” he cut himself off and his stomach dropped as he looked at the drawing. She had given herself wings like Mercy’s valkyrie suit, which was to be expected, since she was always asking for her own pair, but she had also colored in her body as gray and white and jointed like Genji’s own extensive cybernetics. The part that really made Hanzo’s stomach turn was how she had drawn her own face–it was the simple, blankly smiling face of any child’s drawing but she had practically latticed it with pink and brown scars. Hanzo paled.

“…is it a bad drawing?” said Rei, reading his expression, her brow crinkling.

“No–” Hanzo said on reflex, quickly handing the drawing back to her, “It’s–it’s a good drawing but–but you’re not going to look like that.” The last words fell out of him like a flinch. Rei looked at the drawing confusedly, then back at him.

“Why not?” asked Rei, “Everyone says I look like Dad so…I’ll look like him when I’m bigger, right?”

“No. I mean–yes, but you aren’t suddenly going to get scars and metal limbs,” said Hanzo, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Rei still looked confused.

“Just–give me a moment,” said Hanzo, stepping out of the room. He briskly walked into the living room and saw Genji’s old photo of the two of them back in their younger days in Hanamura sitting on the end table. He picked it up and walked back into Rei’s room, holding the photo to her, “You’ll look more like this,” he said, pointing to Genji.

“I get green hair?!” Rei’s face lit up.

Hanzo chuckled a little, “Only if you want it.”

“So… that’s dad?” said Rei, tracing her hand over Genji’s formerly organic arm in the photo. There was a flicker of recognition 

“Yes,” said Hanzo.

“And that’s you?” said Rei, pointing to Hanzo in the photo.

“Yes, yes it is,” said Hanzo.

“You’re pretty! You should grow your hair long again!” said Rei.

Hanzo smiled and huffed a little, “I like my hair the way it is,” he said, ruffling her hair.

Rei tilted the photo, “I’ve seen this mountain before,” she said, pointing in the background, “When we visit Ojisan and Obasan’s grave.”

“Yes, Hanamura,” said Hanzo, “The ancestral seat of the Shimada clan.”

“Is this at your house?” said Rei, studying the background of the photo.

“Yes,” said Hanzo.

“But it’s so big!” said Rei.

“Technically, it was a castle,” said Hanzo.

“YOU LIVED IN A CASTLE!?” said Rei, gawking.

“Well… yes, but we live here now. And that’s fine,” said Hanzo.

Rei furrowed her brow and turned her attention back to the photo. “So Dad looked like this…” said Rei, “Why doesn’t he look like this any more?”

Hanzo inhaled a bit before starting the usual answer to those questions. “Once, long ago, there were two dragons—”

“I’m not asking about dragons, I’m asking about Dad,” said Rei, looking a bit insulted, “Dad always tells that story too–” 

“Well you’re a bit too young for the full version–”

“–Or he says he’ll tell me when I’m older, but everyone’s always saying that!”

“Well—”

“And I’m getting older but it’s never old enough!” Rei went on.

“Waiting can be a lot harder when you’re younger–” Hanzo started.

“But every time there’s something important happening, someone’s always saying I’m too young to know what’s happening and not to worry about it but I don’t know and I do worry and I hate it! I hate it, Uncle!” Rei was pink in the face at this point.

“Rei–” Hanzo moved to put a hand on her shoulder but she dodged away from under it and seized her Midori Rider action figure.

“Midori Rider says heroes always tell the truth!” said Rei, holding up the action figure.

“Life is a lot more complicated than it is in your Sentai shows, Rei,” said Hanzo, rubbing his forehead.

“So tell me! Tell me why it’s complicated!” said Rei, squeezing her action figure close like a protective talisman, “Why does Dad look like that!? Why don’t we live in the big castle in the photo anymore?! Why–” her voice cracked a little, “Why do you get far away?”

Hanzo studied Rei’s face for a few moments. He, Genji, and Angela knew a day would come when they would have to tell the whole story to Rei, but they had agreed they would do it as a group and explain it to her as gently as possible. 

“We should wait until your parents come home–” Hanzo started but Rei shook her head.

 “I want to know now,” she said stiffly, “Everyone keeps telling me to wait and I can’t wait anymore.”

“You’re not going to like this story, Rei,” the words came out of Hanzo with a hollowness to them.

“Tell me,” said Rei, fiercely.

Hanzo drew in a steady breath and knew he would have to apologize to Angela later.

“Do you know what ‘giri’ is?” said Hanzo.

“That’s a question, not a story,” said Rei.

“It leads into the story,” said Hanzo, “Do you know what it is?”

Rei shook her head.

“Well… its closest English translation is ‘Duty’ or ‘Obligation,’” said Hanzo, “It refers to a strong feeling of responsibility we feel towards the groups we belong to. Putting the needs of that group over our wants as individuals.”

“Like a family,” said Rei.

“In a sense, yes,” said Hanzo, “When I was a child, it was made very clear to me that my giri, my duty, was to the Shimada clan.”

“Your family–” said Rei.

“Not just a family,” said Hanzo, “It was… an organization. An empire spanning generations. Everyone within the clan was raised to put the wellbeing of the Shimada clan first. But… Rei, they were assassins and weapons dealers. And they would also puppet other smaller criminal organizations peddling drugs and… threatening people.”

“Why?” said Rei.

“Power,” said Hanzo, glancing off, “Money. Giri.”

Something shifted in Rei’s face. “But–that’s bad,” she said.

“Yes,” said Hanzo, “Yes it is.”

“Talon does that stuff,” said Rei, “The bad guys do that stuff.”

“Yes, they do,” said Hanzo, “The Shimada clan were not ‘good guys’ Rei. But they were Genji’s and my family, they raised us in enormous wealth and privilege, and we had a duty to them. As the oldest of the two sons of the main branch, I was going to be head of the Shimada Clan when your grandpa Sojiro passed away.”

“And what about Dad?” said Rei.

“He was going to be my right hand,” said Hanzo, “Only… he never.. really applied himself to the clan like I had. Our father… favored him. Allowed him to shirk his responsibilities, so when the time came for him to step up, he didn’t. The clan found that… gravely insulting.”

Rei’s eyes widened, that dark gray piercing through him. “Did they hurt him?” 

Hanzo felt something wince deep in his core. He had spent so long with the Watchpoint suspecting and questioning his motives for being there when he first joined, that the fact that it didn’t immediately occur to Rei that he was the one who nearly killed Genji was a shock to him.

“They… did not have to. I was the head of the clan now. It was my duty. My giri. They ordered me to.” 

“But you didn’t,” said Rei, leaning forward, “You wouldn’t.”

“I did, Rei,” said Hanzo, “It’s very important that you understand that I did.” 

“No–” Rei’s chest was rapidly rising and falling.

“I nearly killed him,” said Hanzo.

“No you didn’t!” Rei fired back.

“I unleashed the full fury of the dragons on him and left him to bleed out,” said Hanzo.

“I don’t like this story! Tell me the real one!” Rei’s voice was breaking.

 “This is the real one, Rei. The reason he’s missing one arm and both is legs is because of me. His scars are from me.”

“Shut up!” Rei threw her Midori Rider action figure at him. 

He instinctively caught it, and the words, “Rei, we don’t throw things,” fell out of him, and she let out a snarling scream of frustration at him.

“I told you, you wouldn’t like this story,” said Hanzo, “But the story doesn’t end there.”

“Shut up!” Rei threw a pachimari plush at him this time and missed. “Shut up! Shut up! Go away!”

“Rei–” Hanzo started, but Rei was already throwing all of her weight against him, pushing him towards the door of her bedroom.

 “Go away! Go away! I hate this story! I hate you!”

“Rei, there’s still more to–” Hanzo started but he found himself just outside the doorway and it slammed shut behind him. He turned around and heard the click of the lock, then heard Rei’s weight thump against the door, slide down it and then heard muffled crying on the other side.

“Rei…” he said quietly.

There was just more crying on the other side.

“Idiot…” Hanzo muttered to himself pacing in the hallway outside the door, “You knew she was too young. You knew you should have waited for Angela and Genji–but no–You go and make your guilt her problem just like you do with every other person on this watchpoi–”

He cut himself off as the front door to the apartment opened and Jesse walked in, singing to himself while holding two bags of groceries. “Makin’ Fri-to Pie,” he sang quietly to the tune of 9 to 5, “‘cuz it’s our night babysittin’, makin fri-to pie ‘cuz–” He glanced up to see Hanzo hunched over the door to Rei’s room, read Hanzo’s expression, and his own expression dropped.

“Uh… everything okay?” said Jesse, still holding 

“I may have made a mistake,” said Hanzo.

Rei wailed on the other side of the door.

“How bad a mistake are we talkin’ here?” said McCree.

“I… may have… told her about Genji,” said Hanzo.

“’Embarrassing story’ told her about Genji or ‘We agreed we would tell this story with Angela and Genji when she was ready for it’ told her about Genji?” said McCree.

“…the latter,” said Hanzo.

“What?!” McCree dropped both grocery bags, noted the fact that Rei could probably hear them through the door, and dropped his voice to a hissing whisper, “We all said–”

“Yes, when she was ready,” said Hanzo, also keeping his voice low, “But she kept asking, and we can’t just–I couldn’t just keep her in the dark about this—only, now she won’t talk to me…”

“Han…” McCree dragged his hands down his face. He huffed.

“She needed to understand what the Shimada Clan was–we couldn’t just be a mysterious fairy tale family living off in a castle,” said Hanzo.

“I know, I know,” said McCree, rubbing at his forehead, “Just… give her space. I’m gonna talk to her.” he said walking up to the door.

Hanzo backed off back into the living room and McCree gave a gentle knock on the door.

“I don’t want to talk to you!” Rei shouted from the other side.

“It’s not Uncle Hanzo, it’s Uncle Jesse,” said McCree, “Can I come in?”

There was a pause, a click, and the door opened a crack. Jesse stepped into the room and Rei shut the door behind him. Both sat next to each other with their backs against the door, Rei hugging her knees and burying her face against her legs, her shoulders shuddering with sobs a little bit.

“Heavy stuff, huh sunshine?” said McCree, rubbing her shoulder a little bit.

“Why would he do that?! Why would he hurt Dad!?” said Rei.

“It was a Shimada thing,” said McCree, “He thought he had to do it, that it was the best thing for his family.”

“Dad is his family!” said Rei, furiously. 

“Yeah that’s the fucked up part, ain’t it?” said Jesse.

Rei suddenly sharply looked up and looked at McCree with wide tear-strained eyes.

“…Don’t tell your mom,” said McCree.

“You said the ‘fuck’ word,” said Rei.

“F-Word!” said McCree, “F-Word!” He sighed and slumped against the door more, “I know it’s a scary story. And I know it hurts a lot to hear it, but it does get better.”

“How?” said Rei, hugging her knees.

“Well… the story of how Hanzo hurt your dad is also the story of how your dad and your mom met,” said McCree, “She saved him that night. I saw the whole thing.”

“You did?” said Rei.

McCree nodded. “And I hated Hanzo for what he did, just like you do right now. And your Dad hated him too. And so did your mom. But no one, and I mean no one hated Hanzo for what he did more than Hanzo. It’s gotten better, but it still hurts him, to this very day.”

“Is… is that why he gets far away?” said Rei.

McCree sighed and took off his hat, “Yeah, kiddo, that’s why he gets far away. Deep down, he knew what he did was wrong, so he ran away from the Shimada clan…wandered around for ten years, lost in grief.” 

“…like the dragon in the story,” said Rei, looking down, “That’s why they tell it instead of telling me this.”

“Dragon story definitely is an easier pill to swallow,” said McCree, “The dragon in the story also didn’t have his own family trying to kill him for 10 years for abandoning his duty.”

“They were trying to kill him too?” said Rei.

“They’ve been trying to kill him,” said McCree, “They even sent an assassin for him on the day you were born. It’s one of the reasons why we’re so careful about security on the watchpoint.”

“The Shimada Clan’s really bad,” said Rei, looking down. She looked up at McCree, eyes wet, “Am I bad, too?”

“No, sunshine, you’re not bad!” said McCree, wiping underneath her nose with his thumb.

“But I’m a Shimada too! And they–they—” Rei pressed the heels of her hands to her forehead.

“Rei, I can say with complete confidence that you are the best thing that happened to the Shimada clan since the dragons,” said McCree.

“But what if I do something bad?” said Rei.

“Here’s the thing about being good or bad–Good isn’t a resting state. It’s not a thing you are, it’s a thing you do. It’s a choice you make. People make mistakes–and good people… good people know when they make mistakes and they work to make things better. A long time ago Uncle Hanzo made a very bad choice. He made the worst choice he could, but now he tries to make the right choice every day. He thought telling you all this was the right choice, even though you really weren’t ready for it all yet. ”

Rei glanced at the Midori Rider action figure on the floor and picked it up, “Heroes always tell the truth,” she said quietly.

“But sometimes shit’s complicated,” said McCree.

“You said the ‘shit’ word,” said Rei. 

McCree snorted and brought an arm around Rei. She leaned against him, her tears dampening his serape.

“You can take all the time you need, you know,” said McCree, “Hanzo’s always going to try and do right by you, because he loves you, and he loves your dad, and your mom, and me–But this stuff is hard to cope with. And he understands that. And I get it, too. He’s just going to keep trying to do the right thing, and he knows you will, too.”

Rei just nestled in a bit closer.

—

Hanzo was cooking in the kitchen for another 20 minutes before Rei and McCree emerged from room. Hanzo glanced down awkwardly at the cutting board, “I… just figured I should get started…” he said quietly, setting the knife aside. Rei shuffled into the kitchen and hugged his waist.

“I don’t hate you,” she said, muffled against his shirt.

“You can if you need to,” said Hanzo, stroking her hair.

“I don’t,” she said quietly.

“Okay,” said Hanzo, bending and kissing the top of her head as she broke away from him. Hanzo rinsed his hands and resumed cooking. There was a long period of silence where Hanzo was chopping vegetables, McCree was getting a beer out of the fridge, and Rei was quietly posing her Midori Rider action figure on the table.

“…this is going to be hell to explain to Genji and Angela, huh?” said McCree, opening the bottle.

“You said the ‘hell’ word,” said Rei.

[mistyheartrbs]

finale oath Thoughts

an anon asked me what i thought about finale oath, so here are my recollections from when i saw it in the theatre back in july, and also my thoughts now that i’ve had several months to think back on it:

-it was better than i thought it would be but still not, like, great. it’s easily the weakest entry in the hibike franchise, due largely to its format - s2 felt cramped because it was two books crammed into one season, this was two books crammed into one movie. characters appear and disappear once their mini-arc is finished, and tonal shifts are sudden and bizarre between these character arcs (one of them is about a girl who wants to make friends but has trouble reaching out. another is about a girl who can’t play in the band anymore because she has early onset jaw arthritis). the entire film is more or less moving from point a to point b without giving the characters much time to breathe, and kumiko’s involvement with all of these individual character arcs starts to feel kinda forced and artificial; she intervenes because she’s the protagonist, not because she as a person would have much motivation to do so - it makes me wonder if the final movement project (fingers crossed for s3) will feature a steven universe-esque arc of kumiko actually realizing how much getting involved all of these people’s lives has weighed her down.

-i know you’re waiting for my reaction to the shuumiko content. my reaction is that i didn’t hate it quite as much as i thought i would because it, to me, actually solidified that kumiko is undoubtably a lesbian. they could hardly have made a more convincing story about comphet if they’d tried (which maybe they did! i don’t know). we hardly ever see kumiko and shuichi actually “dating.” the dreaded moment from the trailers is at the very beginning of the movie and is the only time kumiko gets kind of flustered around shuichi, which is easy to construe as her just being caught off-guard. they never actually do anything that comes close to the casual couple-ness of, say, gotou and riko - hell, they sit on opposite ends of an empty train at one point, a stark contrast to how close kumiko and reina sit. reina compares kumiko and shuichi to herself and taki-sensei. the one scene that really made my skin crawl was kumiko and shuichi at the festival, but even that felt very...artificial, like kumiko was pretending. and then when shuichi drops her off at her apartment and tries to kiss her she HITS HIM WITH AN UMBRELLA I’M NOT MAKING THIS UP and then GOES UP MT. DAIKICHI TO MEET WITH REINA who says “i didn’t think you’d come” (“i thought you were with him, i thought you weren’t like me after all”) and then they talk about the future and reina says she’s worried that she and kumiko will drift apart like liz and the blue bird. shuichi texts kumiko that he’s sorry while she’s on the mountain and then we don’t see him again until she dumps him. while i still wish that it hadn’t happened at all and i could just continue to headcanon kumiko as a lesbian who’s fairly confident in her identity and is just closeted, this is probably the best thing that could’ve happened given the circumstances.

-also reina hits shuichi with a soap bottle

-i didn’t really feel one way or another about kanade - she was just kinda there, not nearly as interesting as the older characters imo, but i am glad natsuki finally sorta got a character arc.

-i’m glad motomu and midori didn’t become a couple or anything and instead midori took one look at this grumpy lad who is taller than her and went “that’s my son now”

-after the sheer perfection that was liz and the blue bird it was admittedly hard to go back to the old hibike artstyle and the slight, uncomfortable undercurrent of sexualization - did we really need a scene at the pool? did the sunfes uniforms really need to look like that? since my second-favorite anime of all time is literally kill la kill it’s not like i’m unexperienced with acknowledging the problematic elements of the things i like but it was still disappointing.

-and that tied into the differences from the novels too. it was something i noticed comparing the novel (and manga) versions of yuuko and mizore’s scene in 2x04 with what we got in the anime - in the novels, yuuko is much angrier and natsuki actually has to physically hold her back from punching mizore in the face, while in the anime she just kinda...squishes her face, and it’s a weirdly comical and “cutesy” moment in what’s supposed to be a serious scene. they do the same thing in this movie; towards the end natsuki just kinda weakly grabs kanade’s hand when she’s mad at her, while in the novel she kabedons her. coupled with the fact that they were still comfortable showing asuka’s mother (unequivocally a character we rooted against, and an older woman to boot) slapping asuka, it gives off the sense that “good” female characters (read: protags) aren’t allowed to be violent, are only allowed to be multifaceted in a marketable way, and furthermore are really only allowed to be a narrow sort of feminine, when you think about the way they changed natsuki’s design from her novel descriptions and the manga and how they changed the concert uniforms from suits to just the winter uniform.

-they got rid of kumiko’s narration throughout the movie which was kind of a bummer

-animation was still beautiful though - highlights include daikichi 3 (obviously), kumiko and kanade in the rain, and the final performance

-yuuko isn’t given much to do in this movie, but (no spoilers) she and natsuki have one of the most impactful shots of the whole thing

-and i liked how some of the characters had subtle design changes - you can tell they’re getting a little older

-“you two seem close” -mirei suzuki, visibly butch, talking to kumiko and reina

-yuuko’s crush on kaori is still very much intact

-the ending theme still slaps

-overall it was...solid, i guess? it didn’t, like, ruin the hibike franchise for me but it didn’t inspire me in the same way the series or even liz managed to do. but kumirei is still the number one ship in my heart

[uneminuteparseconde]

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Bruits blancs) – Anis Gras (Arcueil) 28. The Psychotic Monks – Trabendo 28. Artl + Powerdove – Petit Bain 28. OD Bongo + Richard Frances & Konpyuta + Domotic – 100ECS 28. Michel Maurer : “Collection de petites pièces” et “Fragments d’un journal intime” (fest. Mesure pour mesure) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 28. ABSL + Blush Response + Kuss + Ferdinand Prairie – Rex Club 28. Derek Holzer : “Vector Synthesis” + Cate Hope & Lisa McKinney : “Super Liminum” + Antoine Schmitt & Hortense Gauthier : “CliMax” (fest. Bruits blancs) – Le Cube (gratuit sur résa) ||COMPLET|| 29. Le Syndicat + Entre Vifs – Les Voûtes 29. Balladur + Tôle froide + Poupard – Badaboum 29. Scanner & eRikm + Hélène Breschand + eRikm : “Le Piano englouti” de Brunhild Meyer-Ferrari (fest. Mesure pour mesure) – Nouveau Théâtre de Montreuil 29. Ulrich Krieger : “Raw” + Cellule d’intervention Metamkine (fest. Bruits blancs) – La Muse en circuit (Alfortville) 29. Maoupa Mazzocchetti + Filmmaker + Club Meth + Detective Unit + Jean Redonodo + Shlagga – La Station 30. Mondkopf – Médiathèque musicale de Paris (gratuit) 30. Aidan Baker & BOW Quintet + SEPL (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 30. Ulrich Krieger + Natacha Muslera + Julien Desprez + Eryck Abecassis + Sylvaine Hélary avec Clyde Chabot, Jean Cagnard, Ismaël Jude, Nathalie Papin et Michel Simonot (fest. Bruits blancs) – Anis Gras (Arcueil) 30. Donato Dozzy + Max Cooper + Terry & Cyan Riley + Ensemble intercontemporain : "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Ensemble Social Silence : "Music for Airport" de Brian Eno + Apollo noir + Récital pour marimbas (Marathon fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| Décembre 01. Motorama – La Maroquinerie 01. Ghedalia Tazartes & Rhys Chatham (Semaine du bizarre) – Théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 02. Carambolage + Galère + The Bardogs – Supersonic (gratuit) 03. White Hills – Supersonic (gratuit) 03. Belgrado – Espace B 05. Cent Ans de solitude + Kazehito Seki + Joachim Montessuis – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 06. The Flying Luttenbachers – The University of Chicago Center (gratuit sur résa) 06. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Koyaanisqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 06. dDamage + Arnaud Rebotini (dj) + Mondkopf (dj) + Sister Iodine + Krikor (dj) + White Heat + Dr(dr)one + Grorille (dj) + Panzer (dj) + Paulie Jan + Le Dogue (dj) – La Station 06. Nina Garcia & Maria Bertel + France Sauvage + Somaticae (Semaine du bizarre) – Théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 06. Answer Code Request + Regis + Raslan b2b Yoannis – La Seine musicale (Boulogne-Billancourt) 07. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Powaqqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Kokoko! – La Gaîté lyrique 07. I Hate Models – tba 08. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Naqoyqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 08. Mark Lanegan Band + The Membranes – Le Trianon 10. White Bouse + Drone à clochettes + Thomas Zielinski + Thharm + Ex_Pi – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 11. Boris – Le Gibus 11. Kaffe Matthews + Phil Minton, Audrey Chen & Onceim – La Dynamo (Pantin) 12. Mono + Jo Quail – Petit Bain 12. Heldon + Duncan – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 12. Maya Dunietz + Jacques Perconte & Onceim – La Dynamo (Pantin) 12. Bas Mooy + VTSS + Eklpx – Glazart 12. Kompromat (Vitalic & Rebeka Warrior) – La Cigale ||COMPLET|| 13. Contrefaçon – La Gaîté lyrique 13. Regards extrêmes + Lisieux + Ascending divers – Les Voûtes 14. Ludwig Von 88 – Le Trianon 15. The Ex + 75 Dollar Bill – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 17. Thomas Ankersmit + Gaël Segalen – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 18. Amenra – Bataclan 20. Varg + Christoph de Babalon + Les morts vont bien + Powerplant + Fever 103° (fest. Magnétique nord) – La Station 20. Hector Oaks + Nene H + Nur Jaber + Parfait + Pawlowski – tba 21. Youth Avoiders + Chain Cult + Short Days + Bleakness – Espace B 21. A.N.I + Maraudeur + Raymonde + Ece Özel + Accou (fest. Magnétique nord) – La Station 21. Anetha + Introversion + Jacidorex + Parfait + Schake – tba 2020 Janvier 04. Rokia Traoré + Ballaké Cissoko & Vincent Segal – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 11. Last Night + Euromilliard + Kumusta – Gibus 16. Black Midi – Le Carreau du Temple ||COMPLET|| 17. Edith Nylon – Petit Bain 17. Scratch Massive + Lokier + Cassie Raptor + Faast + Kiddo – Badaboum 17. Dafne Vicente-Sandoval + Ji Youn Kang + Thomas Lehn : « Occam VI » d’Eliane Radigue + Tiziana Bertoncini, Antonin Gerbal, David Grubbs, Ji Youn Kang, Thomas Lehn, eRikm & Dafne Vicente-Sandoval : « Et tournent les sons dans la garrigue » de Luc Ferrari – Le 104 18. Lee Ranaldo & Raül Refree – Le 104 18. Franck Vigroux : "Flesh" (Biennale Nemo) – Maison des arts et de la culture (Créteil) 24. Penguin Cafe + Lubomyr Melnyk + Peter Broderick + Anne Müller + Hatis Noit + Janus Rasmussen – La Gaîté lyrique 26. The Fat (cinéconcert pour enfants) – La Gaîté lyrique 29. Rendez-Vous – La Cigale 30. Editors – Salle Pleyel 31. Tindersticks – Salle Pleyel 31. It It Anita + Mss Frnce + Flowers + Angle mort et clignotant + Casse Gueule + La Jungle – Petit Bain Février 02. Sunn o))) – La Gaîté lyrique 09. Explosions in the Sky – La Cigale 10. The Murder Capital – Café de la danse 13. Ride – Le Trianon 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 18. Biliana Voutchkova + Judith Hamann – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 21. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain : "Détroit" + Molécule – Le 104 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon Mars 02. DIIV – La Gaîté lyrique 03. Napalm Death + EYEHATEGOD + Misery Index + Rotten Sound – La Machine 03/04. The Mission – Petit Bain 05. Orange Blossom : “Sharing” avec les machines de François Delarozière – Élysée Montmartre 06. Frustration – Le Trianon 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Alcest + Birds In Row + Kælan Mikla – La Machine 10. Arnaud Rebotini : live pour “Fix Me” d’Alban Richard – Centre des Arts (Enghien-les-Bains) 11. Nada Surf – La Cigale 13. Russian Circle + Torche – Bataclan 17. Chelsea Wolf – La Gaîté lyrique 20. Ensemble Dedalus : "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 21. Front 242 + She Past Away – Élysée Montmartre 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 27. Lebanon Hanover – La Gaîté lyrique 27. Maggy Payne : « Crystal » (diff.) + 9T Antiope + John Wiese + Matthias Puech + Nihvak (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Ensemble Links : "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain joue Kraftwerk – théâtre de la Cité internationale 28. Iannis Xenakis : « Mycenae Alpha » (diff.) + Marja Ahti + Rashad Becker + Nina Garcia + Kode9 (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 29. Ivo Malec : « Recitativio » + Eve Aboulkheir + Richard Chartier + Lee Gamble + Will Guthrie & Mark Fell (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio Avril 03. CocoRosie – Le Trianon 14>17. Metronomy – La Cigale 18. Siglo XX – La Boule noire 27. Caribou – L’Olympia Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 09. Jonas Gruska + Leila Bordreuil + Jean-Philippe Gross + Kali Malone (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Iannis Xenakis : « La Légende d’Eer » + Folke Rabe : « Cyclone » et « What ??? » (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 19. Swans + Norman Westberg – Le Trabendo 22. François Bayle : « Le Projet Ouïr » + Marco Parini : « De Parmegiani Sonorum » + Yan Maresz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Julien Négrier + Hans Tutschku : « Provenance-émergence » + Félicia Atkinson : « For Georgia O’Keefe » + Warren Burt + Michèle Bokanowski (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Philippe Mion + Pierre-Yves Macé : « Contre-flux II » + Daniel Teruggi : « Nova Puppis » + Adam Stanovitch + Gilles Racot : « Noir lumière » (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 26. Minimal Compact – La Machine Juin 14. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Bercy Arena

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The Grinch - Axel || Zeitgeist/Darcy

For: @meilan-firaga Pairing: Axel Cluney || Zeitgeist/Darcy Lewis Rating: T Prompt: The Grinch (Midori, Lemon Juice, Simple Syrup and a Maraschino Cherry)

"I think Wade's sweater has blood on it…" Darcy noticed, trying to remain nonchalant as she bent slightly to peer at the garment laying across the back of Wade's sofa. It was precariously close to the back of Axel's head, and she found herself more enthralled with the nape of his neck than the blood splatter on the jingley belliest of sweaters.

"I know it does," Axel said, oozing the very nonchalance that Darcy wanted. He turned coming face to face with her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "But you're not looking at that, are you?"

"I could have been…"

He shook his head with a deep exhale. "You know how I feel about this time of the year. And you know--"

"I know nothing," she snapped, straightening and walking sharply to the other side of the room and wishing she'd said literally anything else.

"You didn't let me finish."

"I don't want to have this conversation again," she said, cutting him off with a look. "I asked you once. You said no, I haven't brought it up again. In fact, I think this marks the third time you've brought it up versus my one." She sniffed and walked over to the surprisingly clean window.

"Yes, but you're here at my place for no reason."

"Wade's my ride. Or rather, Dopinder's my ride and Wade's my connection. Wade said he had to stop off here to get something, so here we are."

Axel set his jaw and stood up, crossing the floor to take her hand. The gesture was sweet, almost familial. And given their strictly beneficial relationship before, it was downright heartwarming.

She swallowed, looking down at her hand in his as he talked. "I'm just not the type you bring home to your mother, Darcy."

"I know."

"Mothers don't like me, especially when they find out about what I do."

"I know."

"Fathers hate me even more."

"I know," she insisted.

"Your family's a bunch of college professors, Darce. I'm a mercenary."

"I know."

He pressed his lips together and swore, dropping her hand and walking over to the closet to retrieve his jacket.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Coming with you."

"I didn't ask you to."

"I know," he ground out, grumbling under his breath as he zipped up his jacket and went to knock on his bathroom door. "You can come out, Wade. I'm going with her."

The bathroom door opened immediately and Wade appeared, sans suit and wearing a t-shirt that was soon covered by the ugly sweater. "Good. No reason why you shouldn't."

"I literally puke acid."

"So does every young Republican, I'm sure the Lewises are used to it, given their occupation."

"Um, Wade…" Darcy stopped him with a hand gingerly pressed to his shoulder.

"What's shakin' babe?"

"You should probably wear pants. It's a cab, after all."

They all looked down to Wade's bare legs and back up again. "Fine," Wade said, his tone clipped. "But this never leaves the room."

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I hate character hate blogs but I might make one for Midori because of his dumb suit and scarf combo, it makes me angry.