#or class specific camp clothes instead of the base one

[jb-nonsense]

so it's not the Gale headmorph I used for Gale's brother build I did for laughs

it's literally the basketfullofequipment and making those camp clothing mods that are causing the kiss scenes to bug out

that's really weird

[benevolentbirdgal]

“Thirteen″ Tips for Writing About Synagogues / Jewish Writing Advice / Advice for Visiting Synagogues

So your story includes a Jew (or two) and you’ve a got a scene in a synagogue. Maybe there’s a bar mitzvah, maybe your gentile protagonist is visiting their partner’s synagogue. Maybe there’s a wedding or a community meeting being held there. For whatever reason, you want a scene in a shul. I’m here as your friendly (virtual) neighborhood Jewish professional to help you not sound like a gentile who thinks a synagogue is just a church with a Star of David instead of a cross. 

Quick note: The are lots of synagogues around the world, with different specific cultural, local, and denominational practices. The Jewish community is made up of roughly 14 million people worldwide with all sorts of backgrounds, practices, life circumstances, and beliefs. I’m just one American Jew, but I’ve had exposure to Jewishness in many forms after living in 3.5 states (at several different population densities/layouts), attending Jewish day school and youth groups, doing Jewish college stuff, and landing a job at a Jewish non-profit. I’m speaking specifically in an American or Americanish context, though some of this will apply elsewhere as well. I’m also writing from the view of Before Times when gatherings and food and human contact was okay.

Bear in mind as well, in this discussion, the sliding scale of traditional observance to secular/liberal observance in modern denominations: Ultraorthodox (strict tradition), Modern Orthodox (Jewish law matters but we live in a modern world), Conservative (no relation to conservative politics, brands itself middle ground Judaism), Reconstructionist (start with Jewish law and then drop/add bits to choose your own adventure), and Reform (true build your own adventure, start at basically zero and incorporate only as you actively choose).

Synagogue = shul = temple. Mikvah (ritual bath) is its own thing and usually not attached to the shul. Jewish cemeteries are also typically nowhere near the shul, because dead bodies are considered impure.   

A Bar/Bat/Bnai Mitzvah is the Jewish coming of age ceremony. Bar (“son”) for boys at 13+, Bat (“daughter”) at 12+, and Bnai (“children”) for multiples (i.e. twins/triplets/siblings) or non-binary kids (although the use of the phrase “Bnai Mitzvah” this way is pretty new). 12/13 is the minimum, 12-14 the norm but very Reform will sometimes allow 11 and anybody above 12/13 can have theirs. Probably a dedicated post for another time. Generally, however, the following will happen: the kid will lead some parts of services, read from and/or carry the Torah, and make a couple of speeches. 

Attire: think Sunday Best (in this case Saturday), not come as you are. Even at very liberal reconstructionist/reform synagogues you wouldn’t show up in jeans and a t-shirt or work overalls. Unless they are seriously disconnected from their culture, your Jewish character is not coming to Saturday morning services in sneakers and jeans (their gentile guest, however, might come too casual and that’d be awkward).  1a. The more traditional the denomination, the more modest the attire. Outside of orthodoxy woman may wear pants, but dresses/skirts are more common. Tights for anything above knee common for Conservative/Reform/Recon, common for even below knee for orthodox shuls. Men will typically be wearing suits or close to it, except in very Reform spaces.  1b. Really, think business casual or nice dinner is the level of dressiness here for regular services. Some minor holidays or smaller events more casual is fine. Social events and classes casual is fine too.  1c. Even in reform synagogues, modesty is a thing. Get to the knee or close to it. No shoulders (this an obsession in many Jewish religious spaces for whatever reason), midriffs, or excessive cleavage (as I imagine to be the norm in most houses of worship). 

Gendered clothing:  3a. Men and boys wear kippahs (alt kippot, yarmulkes) in synagogues, regardless of whether they’re Jewish or not out of respect to the space. Outside of Jewish spaces it’s saying “I’m a Jew” but inside of Jewish spaces it’s saying “I’m a Jew or a gentile dude who respects the Jewish space.”  Outside of very Reform shuls, it’s a major faux pass to be a dude not wearing one.  3b. There are little buckets of loaner kippahs if you don’t bring your own and commemorative kippahs are given away at events (bar mitzvah, weddings). Your Jewish dude character not bringing or grabbing one is basically shouting “I’m new here.”  3c. Women are permitted to wear kippahs, but the adoption of a the traditionally masculine accessory will likely be interpreted by other Jews as LGBTQ+ presentation, intense feminism, and/or intense but nontraditional devoutness. Nobody will clutch their pearls (outside of ultraorthodoxy) but your character is sending a message.  3d. Tefillin are leather boxes and wrappings with prayers inside them that some Jewish men wrap around their arms (no under bar mitzvah or gentiles). Like with the kippah, a woman doing this is sending a message of feminism and/or nontraditional religious fervor.  3e. Additionally, prayer shawls, known as tallit, are encouraged/lightly expected of Jewish males (over 13) but not as much as Kippahs are. It is more common to have a personal set of tallit than tefillin. Blue and white is traditional, but they come in all sorts of fun colors and patterns now. Mine is purple and pink. It is much more common for women to have tallit and carries much fewer implications about their relationship to Judaism than wearing a kippah does.  3f. Married woman usually cover their hair in synagogues. Orthodox women will have wigs or full hair covers, but most Jewish woman will put a token scarf or doily on their head in the synagogue that doesn’t actually cover their hair. The shul will also have a doily loaner bucket. 

Jewish services are long (like 3-4 hours on a Saturday morning), but most people don’t get there until about the 1-1.5 hour mark. Your disconnected Jewish character or their gentile partner might not know that though. 

Although an active and traditional synagogue will have brief prayers three times every day, Torah services thrice a week, holiday programming, and weekly Friday night and Saturday morning services, the latter is the thing your Jewish character is most likely attending on the reg. A typical Saturday morning service will start with Shacharit (morning prayers) at 8:30-9, your genre savvy not-rabbi not-Bnai mitzvah kid Jewish character will get there around 9:30-10:15. 10:15-10:30 is the Torah service, which is followed by additional prayers. Depending on the day of the Jewish year (holidays, first day of new month, special shabbats), they’ll be done by 12:30 or 1 p.m. Usually.  After that is the oneg, a communal meal. Onegs start with wine and challah, and commence with a full meal. No waiting 4-8 hours to have a covered-dish supper after services. The oneg, outside of very, very, very Reform spaces will be kosher meat or kosher dairy. 

To conduct certain prayers (including the mourner’s prayers and the Torah service) you need a Minyan, which at least 10 Jewish “adults” must be present, defined as post Bar/Bat/Bnai Mitzvah. In Conservative/Reform/Recon, men and women are counted equally. In Ultraorthodox women are not counted. In Modern Orthodox it depends on the congregation, and some congregations will hold women’s-only services as well with at least ten “adult” Jewish women present.

In Conservative and Orthodox shuls, very little English is used outside of speeches and sermons. Prayers are in Hebrew, which many Jews can read the script of but not understand. Transliterations are also a thing.  In Reform synagogues, there’s heavy reliance on the lingua franca (usually English in American congregations). Reconstructionist really varies, but is generally more Hebrew-based than Reform. 

We’re a very inquisitive people. If your character is new to the synagogue, there will be lots of questions at the post-services oneg (meal, typically brunch/lunch). Are you new in town? Have you been here before? Where did you come from? Are you related to my friend from there? How was parking? Do you know my cousin? Are you single? What is your mother’s name? What do you think of the oneg - was there enough cream cheese? What summer camp did you go to? Can you read Hebrew? Have you joined?  A disconnected Jew or gentile might find it overwhelming, but many connected Jews who are used to it would be like “home sweet chaos” because it’s OUR chaos. 

In Orthodox synagogues, men and women have separate seating sections. There may be a balcony or back section, or there may be a divider known as a mechitzah in the middle. Children under 12/13 are permitted on either side, but over 12/13 folks have to stay one section or the other. Yes, this is a problem/challenge for trans and nonbinary Jews.  Mechitzahs are not a thing outside of orthodoxy. Some older Conservative synagogues will have women’s sections, but no longer expect or enforce this arrangement.   

Money. Is. Not. Handled. On. Shabbat. Or. Holidays. Especially. Not. In. The. Synagogue. Seriously, nothing says “goy writing Jews” more than a collection plate in shul. No money plate, no checks being passed around, even over calls for money (as opposed to just talking about all the great stuff they do and upcoming projects) are tacky and forbidden on Shabbat. Synagogues rely on donations and dues, and will solicit from members, but don’t outright request money on holidays and Shabbat. 

Outside of Reform and very nontraditional Conservative spaces, no instruments on Shabbat or holidays. No clapping either. Same goes for phones, cameras, and other electronics outside of microphones (which aren’t permitted in Orthodox services either).  11a. In the now-times an increasing number of shuls have set up cameras ahead of time pre-programmed to record, so they don’t have to actively “make fire” which is “work” (this is the relevant commandment/mitzvah) on Shabbat, so services can be live-streamed. 11b. After someone has completed an honor (reading from the Torah, carrying the Torah, opening the ark, etc), the appropriate response is a handshake after and the words “Yasher Koach” (again, Before-Times).

Jewish services involve a lot of movement. Get up, sit down. Look behind you, look in front of you. Twist left, twist right. A disconnected Jew or gentile visitor would be best off just trying to follow along with what an exchange student we had once termed “Jewish choreography.” Some prayers are standing prayers (if able), some are sitting prayers. It’s just how it is, although a handful of prayers have variations on who stands. 

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, Present Mic x Reader, a sprinkling of Erasermic and eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Mature, not smutty but it is a bit gory

Trigger Warnings: Blood and Gore, descriptions of physical violence, nothing worse than on the show, but it’s there all the same. Also some Shirakumo related spoilers. 

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Chapter: 13/16 (all chapters)

16-ISH YEARS AGO

“This is a terrible idea, just so you know.”

Shouta hugged his arms around his body, turning to look at the path behind him. His eyes were still growing accustomed to the dark and he had been almost entirely reliant on Shirakumo and Hizashi to guide him through the undergrowth, along a path tucked away by several layers of branches.

He had no idea where they were going, only that it was long after curfew.

“You worry too much,” said Hizashi. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it!”

Shouta pursed his lips together, more than a little conscious of how new he was to class 1-A. More specifically, how any wrong move could realistically end in him being returned to general studies.

He hadn’t wanted to go to the summer training camp, but ultimately the pros far outweighed the cons. Sure, he’d have to eat bad curry and share a room with students he barely knew, but missing out on the opportunity to master his quirk wasn’t something to be taken lightly. His presence there alone was a test, unofficially or not.

He had been exhausted when he finally rested his head, only to spend hours staring at the ceiling. In a matter of hours, he would have to push himself harder than ever and that knowledge alone made him nervous. He hadn’t been able to sleep the night before either, instead stealing glances at the packed bag by his bedroom door. The more he tried to sleep, the more nervous he got, a vicious cycle he knew all too well.

He was still awake at light’s out; still awake when the majority of the other guys tucked themselves into bed and began to snore. He was still awake when Shirakumo and Yamada got up to leave.

He knew them from class, of course. If he had to label them anything, and was loath to do so, they were the closest thing he had to friends on the hero course. Yamada had offered up one of his earphones on the bus ride over to show him the song he’d been obsessed with, while Shirakumo frowned into the other. Shirakumo had nudged Shouta with a wink before dropping so many chilli flakes into the curry that it shone an angry shade of red. Shouta had no idea what his ultimate goal had been, only that the two members of class 1-A who finished their dinner did it on a dare.

Shouta knew they were up to no good the second he saw them tiptoeing across the room, dodging the arms and legs of their sleeping classmates. Whatever they were up to would almost certainly get him into trouble if caught. Even so, he followed them when they motioned for him to.

“We found it earlier,” said Shirakumo, crouching down beside a fallen tree and linking his hands to give Yamada a boost over the top.

Yamada whined as he climbed up and slid down onto the other side, far from pleased at having to touch the tree bark in so little light. Shirakumo turned to him and held out his hands, leaving Shouta grateful for the darkness. In this light, no one could see him blush.

He set his foot down into Shirakumo’s hands and put a hand on his shoulder for balance. He took a deep breath as Shirakumo boosted him, planting both hands down on the damp bark and pulling himself up. He was still much slower than they were, regardless of how long he spent running laps or doing pull ups. He landed on the other side without any sort of grace, stumbling on his ankle and grazing his hands across the floor. In any other setting it would have hurt, but the grass was soft and incredibly forgiving.

“Man,” said Yamada, who was still checking himself for bugs, “I’m going to itch for a week.”

“You’ll be fine,” said Shirakumo, landing softly. “C’mon, it’s this way!”

He raced on ahead, no longer concerned about waking up any of the professors. Shouta turned to Yamada, who grinned back and reached for his hand.

“C’mon!”

He squeezed tightly and followed suit, Shouta trailing behind and staring at their linked hands. It was so intimate and yet so casual and he didn’t know what to do.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to think about it for long, as they reached a gap in the trees and Yamada let him go. Shouta stumbled to a stop, jaw dropping as he took in their new surroundings.

They had arrived at the base of a waterfall, its waters twinkling in a near perfect imitation of the stars overhead. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it definitely wasn’t this.

Yamada and Shirakumo weren’t nearly as overwhelmed as he was, already in the process of settling down on the grass. Shouta followed suit, wishing he had a dozen or more heads just to take in every detail.

“It’s good, right?!” Shirakumo said as he and Yamada flopped back into the grass.

Shouta laid back far more slowly, taking care to listen to the whisper of the water and cool night breeze. He made sure to smell the flowers that crowned their heads.

“I…” he said, closing his eyes.

He wanted to say it was beautiful, that he was happy they had shared this secret with him.

He wanted to say how grateful he was to have such welcoming classmates who hadn’t hesitated to welcome him into their class.

In the end, though, he merely shrugged.

“It’s okay.”

~~~~

PRESENT

“What do you mean you can’t come? I need you to chaperone the girls.”

“Eraser, be more sympathetic,” wailed Nemuri. “I’ve never had such bad cramps before! I feel like I’ve swallowed a chainsaw.”

Shouta leaned against the bus, rubbing his temples and toeing the gravel.

He had hated summer training camps as a teenager and he definitely hated them now.

Shouta was sick of planning the summer camp. He was tired of so much as hearing about it. It was necessary, he knew that, but this one seemed to have been doomed from the beginning.

The last thing he needed was to have to replace a chaperone at the last minute, especially so early on into summer vacation.

“You’ll be fine,” he said. “Just take an aspirin.”

“I don't have any!”

“I do. Now hurry up, we’re leaving soon.”

He hung up before she could protest, only for his phone to start ringing again almost immediately.

“I already organised a replacement,” said Nemuri the moment he picked up. “A little last minute, but she’s definitely qualified!”

“What are you tal-“

He never got the chance to reply, for you strolled around the corner, rucksack strapped to your back and sunglasses perched on top of your head. You waved the moment you saw him and came rushing over, completely oblivious to the conflict playing out in front of you.

“I’ll call you back,” he said, hanging up on Nemuri for a second time.

She had a point and he knew it. You were the only member of the faculty who didn’t have lessons to plan and papers to grade. Even so, it made him nervous and he told himself it had nothing at all to do with the cutoffs you had on.

“(Name),” he said, “you…”

“Did you speak to Nemuri? Is she okay?”

Shouta slipped his phone back into his pocket, wondering exactly how much she had told you.

“She’ll be fine,” he said. “I’m sorry to put you out like this.”

“No, no,” you said, waving away his concerns, “I was already packed for Yamanashi. It’s not putting me out at all!”

It was just like you and he sighed, cursing Nemuri. He wanted to tell you to go home, but he didn’t know who else he could call in on such short notice and, given the current climate, it was important to keep as few people in the know about where you were going as humanly possible. Even if he called Recovery Girl or Thirteen, it was unlikely either of them would be packed and ready on time and he didn’t like the idea of having them arrive at the camp later, putting more vehicles on the road for the League of Villains to follow.

“We’re taking separate routes,” he said, against his better judgement. “You should travel with 1-B. They’re taking the shorter path.”

He pointed out the second bus, where Vlad was checking over his student rosters.

“Okay,” you said with a wide smile, “I’ll go and tell him about the change of plans.”

He watched as you left, all but bouncing on your heels. He knew you hadn’t experienced much close contact with heroes until recently and your excitement was only natural. Even so, he had a bad feeling about bringing you along, one that he wouldn’t put his finger on until it was too late.

~~~~

Your friends had laughed at you for packing your bags so early. The trip to Yamanashi was weeks away and you had more free time than usual thanks to summer break. Nemuri’s early morning phone call was satisfying in more ways than one. You didn’t need to worry about buying bug spray or picking out walking shoes. All you had to do was throw on some clothes and grab your bag on the way out.

You spent the bus ride turning the pages of a suspense novel, so absorbed in the action that you barely noticed where you were going or how much time had passed. You were almost a quarter of the way through when the bus finally came to a stop and the students pushed their faces to the windows.

“Everyone, calm down,” said Vlad, “back in your seats. You’ll have plenty of time to explore later.”

They groaned, but obeyed, prompting you to giggle and slip a bookmark between the pages of your novel. You were used to dealing with the chaos of 1-A. It was almost a relief to spend time with 1-B.

You and Vlad were the first ones off the bus and you gazed in awe at your forest surroundings. There were trees and mountains as far as the eye could see, wild and unapologetically untamed. You turned on the spot, wishing you could see everything all at once, only to find yourself on the receiving end of a bone breaking handshake.

“Good morning, good morning,” said the stranger. “Welcome to The Beast’s Forest.”

You took in the stranger’s enormous form; his broad shoulders and kitten paw gloves.

“I...um...thank you…”

“The Wild Wild Pussycats are helping us out with the training camp this year,” said Vlad, taking a moment to look away as the students filed off the bus. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“It’s our pleasure,” said the stranger. “I’m Tiger and this is Ragdoll!”

He gestured to the woman beside him, who had on a matching set of kitten paw gloves.

“Pleased to meet you,” she cried out, hopping on the spot. “We’re so happy you chose to come here and train with us!”

“We’ll show you to your rooms,” followed up Tiger.

“1-B,” said Vlad, turning to the students, who by then had started to huddle round you. “Grab your things and get ready to unpack. We have a lot to do today, so no goofing off!”

~~~~

After everyone had unpacked, Vlad and Ragdoll left to take the students on a short hike. You stayed behind to help Tiger prepare dinner, as well as to help the girls from 1-A unpack and settle in once they finally arrived.

By all accounts it didn’t make sense. 1-A had set off before you, yet still hadn’t arrived. You thought about it as you washed and peeled vegetables, wondering if Shouta had done so deliberately as part of a training exercise.

They trailed out of the forest and through the doors at sundown, filthy, exhausted and starving.

“What on earth happened?” you asked, guiding them to the dorms while Pixie Bob and Mandalay finished up the food.

You didn’t get much of an answer, just whimpers of despair.

You watched as they trailed into their room, dragging their legs and clutching their hands over their stomachs, wondering what kinds of tortures they had endured in the forest.

As expected of UA , you considered. This isn’t even day one.

~~~~~~~

After dinner, the students took a dip in the hot springs and retired to bed, exhausted from the day’s events and anticipating an early start. You checked in on them before leaving the dorms, meaning to explore the grounds a little. You weren’t sure how much time you would have to yourself once the training actually started and wanted to make the most of it.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had taken a break outside of the city. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been away from the city at all. Akira had always promised that one day you would take a week away in a cabin somewhere, though he had always been too busy for one reason or another to follow through. You had told yourself you thrived in the city, but the peaceful night air was proof enough of how wrong you had been.

The air was clean here; the silence broken only by the cry of cicadas in the distance. You had never seen the stars so clearly before and, now that they glimmered above you, you never wanted to stop looking at them.

At that moment, all you could think about was Hizashi. You remembered how it had felt to explore Musutafu with his hand in yours, so caught up in the beauty of your surroundings that you forgot how it felt to be sad.

What movie are we in?

You pulled your phone from your pocket and scrolled through your own songs as you walked, following the dirt path to an exposed area of grass framed by trees. You gave each tree an appraising look, trying to figure out which one would give you the best view, only to flop down in the middle and gaze up at the sky. You had never seen such a clear view of the summer triangle before: Orihime and Hikoboshi reunited in the stars.

Their story had always been one of your favourites, which proved fortunate, as it was your mother’s favourite too. She liked to sit you and your brother down and recite the story of the beautiful princess and her humble lover as a cautionary tale, meant to remind you of the importance of contributing to society, as opposed to childish fleets of fancy. Your brother, ever the dutiful son, had nodded along to her words and condemned the lovers for their passion, but you had always been something of a romantic. You often slipped up and said how happy you were that the lovers were reunited, to which your mother would pinch your cheeks. She liked to remind you that they would not have been separated in the first place if they hadn’t been selfish, nor would they have been reunited without the generosity of Orihime’s father.

Your mother was the only person you had ever met who spent Tanabata wishing for a rainstorm.

You hadn’t talked to either of your parents for well over a year. You hadn’t told them about the break up, nor mentioned your change in career. You weren’t naive enough to think they didn’t know. Your brother was still the obedient one and had texted you on the night of the USJ incident.

You wondered what your mother would say if she saw you now; if she knew Akira proposed to you and you had turned him down. She would probably faint if she knew you had slept with two of your coworkers, one of which had been a complete stranger at the time.

You gazed up at the sky and the summer triangle, finally understanding that you had always wished for Orihime’s happiness because you saw yourself in her. Perhaps your mother did too and that was why she pinched your cheeks so much.

You reached up to touch your own cheek and smiled, thinking of Hizashi and Shouta.

Hizashi was just as much of a romantic as you were and Shouta’s passions ran deeper than you’d ever presume to understand.

You couldn’t choose between them and never wanted to.

You were ready to be selfish and chase the stars.

~~~~

You weren’t the only one watching the stars that night.

Shouta perched in the branches of a tall tree several feet away, hiding in the summer foliage and watching the dorms for any signs of students breaking curfew. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

He had reached for his capture weapon the moment he heard the front door, only to loosen his grip when he saw who was coming.

He had watched you lay down in the grass to watch the stars; had watched you reach out to touch your cheek. He was reminded of a different summer camp at a different time; a time when he too laid his head in the grass to look up at the sky.

He lifted his hand and examined it in the moonlight. This was the hand that Hizashi had taken all of that time ago and, even though the skin had hardened and formed calluses, still tingled at the memory. He could jump fallen trees faster than Hizashi now; could navigate the dark without even trying. Even so, he still thought of hands in his and didn’t know what to do.

He wanted to go back to the waterfall from all those summers ago; wanted to link his hand in Hizashi’s again and lay back to watch the stars with your lap for a pillow.

He wanted to tell you that you were beautiful; that if anyone was to make him feel so illogical, he was glad it was you.

The more things changed, though, the more they stayed the same. He touched his fingers to his lips, tracing the spaces you had kissed even as you got back up to your feet and headed to the dorms, an expression of determination on your face.

He wanted to go after you, but his legs wouldn’t move.

He wanted to whisper the truth of his complicated feelings in your ear, but couldn’t say a word.

He was taller and stronger, yet still no different to the boy from all of those years ago. Now, just like then, he told himself that you were better off not knowing; that one day he would be brave enough to say his feelings out loud, but it wasn’t this one.

He had no idea how far the parallels ran. Now, just like then, he was running out of time.

~~~~~~

On a day to day basis, Vlad didn’t spend too much time with Aizawa or the students of 1-A. He definitely didn’t spend much time with you . 1-B hadn’t experienced as many traumas as 1-A. The only motivation he might have had to stop by your office unexpectedly was to make conversation, though you always seemed to be busy whenever he passed. When you weren’t chatting with students or rearranging the notice board outside of your office, you were chatting with Kayama and Yamada and sometimes even Aizawa.

He had been surprised when you came over to him the previous morning, sheepishly admitting that you had come to join them in Midnight’s stead, but he hadn’t questioned it.

The night before, though, he had definitely started to question some things.

He had drifted out of sleep to the sound of a soft tapping outside of his bedroom door. It was too faint to be his own door, though the idea that it might be a student bothered him. He got up and opened his own door by a sliver and peered out into the darkness.

Aizawa’s room was a little further down the corridor and you were standing in front of it, softly tapping at the wood and shifting on the spot.

“Everything okay?” he had asked, prompting you to jump in surprise.

“I...I um,” you had said, glancing from him to Aizawa’s door. “Everything’s fine, I just needed to…”

You had waved almost frantically, a blush peppering your cheeks.

“It’s nothing...I’m sorry I disturbed you!”

He had watched you scurry out of the men’s dorms, chancing glances over your shoulder at him and shooting awkward smiles.

It was strange to say the least, and he wondered about it long into the night. It still played on his mind as he took a seat at the breakfast table. The students were still in the process of getting up and only you, Aizawa and Vlad himself were around, helping yourselves to bowls of rice and cups of coffee. Vlad picked at his own food, still curious about the night before. He watched as you shot second and third glances at Aizawa, visibly gathering your nerves. He saw you get to your feet the second Aizawa did and follow him to the buffet table. He listened in as you began to speak in nervous whispers.

“Shouta,” you whispered, glancing over your shoulder, “I need to talk to you.”

“You’re talking to me now.”

“I mean...I need to talk to you... alone .”

Vlad dropped his gaze as you looked in his direction and shovelled food into his mouth to disguise the fact that he had been eavesdropping.

“Are you sick?”

“No.”

“Are the students okay?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” said Aizawa, lowering his cup. “We can talk about it later.”

“But…”

“Later.”

Aizawa left you at the breakfast buffet with no further room for argument, slipping back down into his seat on Vlad’s left as if nothing had happened. You followed, flopping down into your own seat on Vlad’s right, all three of you eating in silence. Vlad’s eyes darted from his left to his right, as intrigued by this new development as he was annoyed.

~~~~~

“It’s okay, deep breaths, deep breaths!”

You patted Uraraka on the back, holding her hair back from her face as she wretched. She clasped her hands over her mouth, self conscious about throwing up in front of her classmates, but too wobbly on her feet to reach the portable toilet nearby.

“Come on,” you said, easing her arm over your shoulders and guiding her to her feet. “Slow steps.”

You guided her to the toilet, only letting go as she shut the door behind her and taking the chance to look around at your surroundings. The sun was up and training well underway. 1-A and 1-B had been assigned individual training exercises to improve their quirks and the result was organised chaos.

You didn’t have any sort of combat training, so settled for weaving your way through the crowds, offering up sips of water, pats to the back and encouraging words. It was something, at least, and gave you ample opportunities to try and get Shouta alone.

You had decided to tell him everything, from your night with Hizashi to your realisations about yourself and your own feelings. You had to be honest with him, even if it meant being rejected. You knew he had some kind of feelings for you. You knew that he wanted you on some level. You needed him to see your side of things, though so far had been unsuccessful. Every time you got closer, he found somewhere else to be.

It was disheartening, to say the least. You wondered if telling him the truth was a mistake, though shrugged off the idea almost immediately. If you never told him the truth, you’d never know his reaction.

You knew that the moment you returned home, back to your house and regular job, you would lose all of your confidence. You’d not only go back to your regular bed, but your regular demons as well.

You thought you knew better than anyone that you were running out of time and the clock was ticking, but had no idea that the end was much sooner than you thought.

You thought you had until the end of the week.

In reality, you had about 36 hours.

35:48:32

~~~~

23:59:47

“So what’s the story with you and Eraserhead?”

Your eyes bulged.

“W-what do you mean?”

You switched off the showerhead and turned back towards the onsen, realising too late that you were on the receiving end of not one but three sets of eyes.

You had tried to get Shouta’s attention again at dinner, but he had announced plans for extra lessons with the underperformers in his class. Whatever it was you had to say to him could wait until later.

You had been more than a little depressed at this development, though nowhere near as upset as Kaminari and Ashido, both of whom had begged for you to rescue them.  

You must have looked unhappy as you stepped outside, for you were almost immediately jumped by Pixie Bob, Ragdoll and Mandalay, who invited you to take a soak in the hot springs with them. Maybe it was the prospect of girl talk or the fact that they reminded you so much of your own trio of girlfriends, but you took them up on it.

You hadn't expected them to ask your love life so directly.

“I...I...uh…haha, Eraserhead? Eraserhead and me?”

They grinned at that and you didn’t blame them. In their position you wouldn’t have been convinced either.

You sighed, setting aside the showerhead and getting to your feet.

“We had sex,” you said, sinking into the water. “Twice.”

“I knew it,” said Pixie Bob, nudging Mandalay. “See? I told you. I always know when people are sleeping together.”

“Oh, we’re not sleeping together anym-“

“But you’d like to?!” Ragdoll asked, tilting her head to one side.

“I…I…”

“It’s like a sixth sense,” Pixie Bob continued, seeming not to notice. “A second quirk, if you will.”

“ Sure going to come in handy during a rescue mission,” sighed Mandalay.

“Don’t be so dismissive! We could...I could,” Pixie Bob scratched her chin until inspiration struck. “If someone had heavy blood loss, I could ask their lover for their blood type!”

“What kind of guys have you been hooking up with? Vampires?”

Pixie Bob looked offended at the very idea, though Ragdoll only smiled.

“Does Eraserhead know your blood type, (Name)?” she asked, returning you to the center of attention.

“Honestly? Probably.”

It wouldn’t surprise you, all things considered. You were still convinced he’d read your staff dossier during your first few weeks at UA.

“See,” said Pixie Bob. “Sixth sense. Incredibly useful.”

Mandalay sighed and rubbed her temples.

“You must think we’re crazy.”

“I work for UA,” you laughed, “I can handle crazy.”

“I’m sure you can,” said Pixie Bob, with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows that made Mandalay groan. “Seriously, though, what’s the story with you two? How’d you end up... knowing each other’s blood types?”

You weighed up the pros and cons of telling them, before ultimately throwing caution to the wind. You hadn’t even gotten around to telling your friends the full story, much less about your intentions to confess to Shouta. Hizashi and Nemuri didn’t know about the night at Ego ; it had always seemed inappropriate to tell them.

It was a relief to finally have the whole story off your chest and, for the first time since your arrival, all three of the Pussycats were silent, all pondering the same thing.

It was Mandalay who spoke first.

“We’ll help.”

“H-huh?!”

“Yes,” said Ragdoll, giggling with glee. “We’ll take care of everything. ”

To their credit, they really did have everything worked out.

The following evening, once training was complete, they planned to host a ghost walk, pitting class A against class B. While the walk took place, the teachers would host remedial classes with their underperforming students, just as they were doing now.

Unbeknownst to any of the students, however, they also planned to have a barbecue once the ghost walk was finished. Both Vlad and Shouta had agreed to take a break from the remedial classes around that time in the hopes of restoring the morale of the underperformers, giving them at least one good memory of summer camp.

While the students gathered around the campfire, the Pussycats would send you and Shouta back into the woods to double check all of them had returned. It was the perfect opportunity to have a private conversation and you could hardly wait.

You returned to your room on a high, both so anxious and excited that you could barely concentrate on your book.

Your fingers trembled. You wondered what you would say. You had originally planned to make it up as you went along, but having a deadline gave you more of an incentive to think it through.

You rested your head against your pillows and laid your book down on your chest.

You had a feeling the next day was going to be eventful, though had no idea how right you really were.

~~~~

17:30:24

Remedial classes went about as well as was to be expected. By the time he escorted them back to the dorms, they were in varying states of despair.

“Don’t look so sad,” he said, “it takes dedication to be heroes. If you fall apart at every hurdle, your career won’t last very long.”

He dropped Mina off at the girls’ dorms last of all, waiting for her to close the door behind her before continuing up the corridor and back out towards the entrance. He paused midway, noticing that your bedroom door was open by a sliver and the light still on.

He remembered what you had said to him at breakfast; how nervous you had been. He felt a little guilty for keeping his distance, but had a feeling whatever it was you had to say to him was something that would require one hundred percent of his attention and time, which at that moment he was unable to give.

He knocked at your door before stepping inside, a soft smile creeping across his face at what greeted him. You had fallen asleep reading, a book resting over your face and cell phone in your hand. He could hear you snoring underneath it and took a couple of silent steps forward, just until he was close enough to pick up the front and back covers between his thumb and forefingers and peel it off your face. He slipped your bookmark between the pages and rested the book down on your bedside table, finally reaching across to try and slip the phone out from your hand.

You had starfished your body across the bed and it wasn’t difficult to loosen your grip on the phone. For one nerve wracking second, Shouta thought he’d woken you, for you crumpled up your face and rolled over onto your side to face him, murmuring in your sleep.

“...fair,” you said. “Sh...fair.”

He looked down at the hand closest to him, palm upwards across the bed. His own fingers twitched at the sight. He remembered how it had felt to hold your hand at Ego ; how you had trembled as you followed him through the club. At the time he had dismissed it as excitement, but now that he knew you better he understood it was nerves.

“Shouta,” you murmured, eyes closed and words slurred from sleep.

“I’m here,” he said, putting your phone down on top of your book.

“Sh…” you said again. “...un.”

He pulled the blanket across your body and you snuggled into it, a peaceful smile breaking out across your face. He wanted so badly to wake you up, but couldn't bring himself to. He knew he’d regret it later, though had no idea how much.

“Sleep tight,” he said, stepping back out of your room and switching off the light.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked back towards the entrance, oblivious to the fact that he was being watched.

Mina Ashido had gone into the washroom to brush her teeth and comb her hair and noticed your open door on the way back. Initially she had wandered over to wish you goodnight, but froze on the spot when she saw Aizawa tucking you in.

She clasped her hands over her mouth as he walked out of the door, pressing herself against the corner of the wall to remain out of sight. She was curious, yes, but not so curious that she was willing to risk even more remedial classes.

She rushed into the girls’ dorm room the moment he was gone and slammed the door shut behind her.

“Everyone,” she hissed, as the others groaned and rubbed their eyes, far from impressed at the early morning interruption. “Wake up! You’re not going to believe this!”

~~~~~~

14:42:45

“I don’t believe you.”

“I know what I saw!”

News of your late night interlude with Aizawa was the talk of the 1-A breakfast table, even if everyone was divided. While Aizawa’s presence in your room definitely raised questions, there was no evidence it had been anything other than innocent. Mina had seen him tucking you into bed and nothing more, leaving the events of that night up to personal interpretation, of which there were many.

“I’m telling you,” said Mina, “he was smiling . It was weird.”

“She could have told him a really good joke,” shrugged Kaminari.

“In her sleep ?”

“Remember that time I told Professor Aizawa a knock knock joke?” Sero said, grimly. “He made me do laps.”

“It was a pretty bad joke,” chuckled Tsuyu.

“You’re all wrong,” said Hagakure. “She’s dating Present Mic!”

“Present Mic?” said Uraraka, sounding more than a little confused.

“They do seem to get along well on his radio show,” said Deku. “That doesn’t mean they’re a couple, though.”

“Maybe she’s dating both of them,” shrugged Kirishima, to which everyone began to chatter in uproar.

“In any case,” said Iida, bellowing over everyone as he lowered his orange juice, “it’s inappropriate to speculate on the private lives of our teachers.”

“But that’s what makes it fun ,” said Mina, who was more than a little put out that people still didn’t believe her.

She glanced over at the teacher’s table, where you and the Pussycats were deep in discussion and Aizawa and Vlad compared notes on their lesson planning.

She knew what she had seen, but had no idea how to prove it.

~~~~~

1:24:21

The third day of training passed just as quickly as the first. You rushed around the grounds, handing over bottles of water and offering words of reassurance. It felt like a workout even though you weren’t the one training and you breathed a sigh of relief when it finally came to a close.

You mopped your brow and peered out over the horizon, taking in the golden sunset.

It was almost time.

~~~~~

00:24:12

Shouta...I’ve been thinking…

We need to be honest with ourselves. You aren’t Hizashi and Hizashi’s not you. You aren’t each other’s substitute and it’s unfair to everyone to pretend you are.

You frowned as you took a sip of soda.

You’d been lost in thought ever since you’d arrived at the midpoint with Ragdoll, going over and over everything you wanted to say to Shouta. In many respects you felt guilty, for you knew you weren’t paying as much attention to the ghost walk as you should.

You didn’t notice the thump of heavy footsteps nearby until Ragdoll herself hopped to her feet to listen.

“What...is that…”

“Is it a student?”

Ragdoll squinted and moved closer to the trees. The footsteps had slowed, but were still audible in the distance. You got up yourself, but she motioned for you to stay where you were.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” she said with a smile. “Maybe Pixie Bob made one of her earth creatures for extra scares.”

She walked towards the trees, disappearing into the shadows and out of sight. It made you nervous, though you didn’t know why. You tapped your foot against the ground and chewed your bottom lip, listening as both Ragdoll’s footsteps and the heavy ones fell silent.

It lasted only for a second, though it felt like years. You reached for the satchel of extra gear the two of you had packed and rummaged inside of it for a torch. You knew you shouldn’t leave your post, but you wanted to feel just a little safer.

“R-Ragdoll?” you called out, fiddling with the switch. “Are you-“

The footsteps started again and you froze in place, watching as something emerged from the trees. You dropped the torch and it flashed on when it hit the ground, illuminating the enormous creature stumbling towards you.

Your heart froze in your chest and you took a step backwards, insides turning to water.

You recognised this sort of creature from Tsukauchi’s investigation of the events of USJ, though had only ever seen them in photos. You shivered as you took in its exposed brain and dead, fishlike eyes, watching helplessly as Ragdoll thrashed in its grip.

“Get out of here, (Name),” she called out, the creature squeezing her body until the radio fell from her head. “Tell the others!”

You knew that you should obey her, but you were frozen to the spot, unable to do anything but watch as two other figures emerged from the trees. One was a young man with a patchworked face; the other wore a black and white costume that hid any identifying features from view.

The man with the patchworked face glanced from the creature to you, examining you from head to toe as if coming to a decision.

“Hmmm,” he said. “You aren’t on the list.”

You had no idea what list he was talking about, nor why you weren’t on it. You wondered if he was talking about the list of attendees to the summer camp, though prayed you were wrong. The camp’s location was a secret, or rather, was supposed to be one.

“Run!” Ragdoll screamed again and this time you obeyed, sprinting away along the dirt track and back towards camp.

The patchwork-faced man turned languidly to face his companion and shrugged.

“Twice,” he said, “make a copy. We can’t have her alert the others.”

“Right away! Just leave it to me!”

“Honestly, we only just got here and already you’re telling me what to do.”

You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see two identical men with patchwork faces, one of which was beginning to follow you.

Shit, shit, shit.

You ran away, reaching into your pocket for your phone. You needed to warn the others, you needed to-

Shit

You stumbled over an uneven spot in the floor, phone soaring out of your hand and into the trees as your mouth filled with blood.

You rolled over onto your back and crawled over to reach for it, though the tumble had slowed you down significantly. The second patchwork man strolled towards you at a leisurely pace as if you hadn’t bothered to run from him at all. You pushed yourself up onto your feet, but your ankle throbbed and caved in, leaving you crashing back to the ground.

“Ow,” you muttered, shuffling back towards the trees and out of danger, though not remotely fast enough to get away.

“They said I’m not s’posed to hurt you,” he said, taking a step closer, “just scare you a little.”

He smirked, taking in your burst lip and grazed knees; your frantic rummaging through the bag of supplies.

“Looks like my job’s already been done for m-“

He inched backwards as you dragged out the thing you’d been looking for: a flare gun, packed in case of emergencies. It was harmless, of course, but in the darkness looked just like the real thing.

“Tell me,” you said, “are you a clone?”

He raised his hands in mock surrender, conflict visibly playing out across his face at the activation of your quirk.

“I am,” he said.

“Tell me,” you said again, far more forcefully, “do you share memories? Will you both remember this conversation?”

“I share his memories. He doesn't share mine.”

You didn’t know if the clone shared the original’s quirk as well as his memories and were more than a little aware that you only had a short window before he figured out you weren’t holding a real gun.

“ Tell me ,” you said. “Where is the league of villains? Where do they gather?”

He squeezed his hands together, blue flames rippling across his skin as he recited an address. You committed it to memory and then pulled the trigger, limping off into the trees as he dodged the red sparks.

You limped as fast as your legs would carry you, finally collapsing behind a tree to catch your breath. You reached for your phone with shaking hands, writing out the address in a message to Shouta and cursing under your breath when it failed to send.  

“Come on, come on, come on,” you said, tapping ‘resend’ over and over to no avail. You had to warn them, had to tell them.

You gave up on sending the message and used the tree as a guide to get back up onto your feet, wincing as almost every inch of your body ached in protest.

Come on , you willed yourself. Come on, (Name), you can do this.

You weren’t a hero, but none of the kids were yet. You had joined UA to guide and protect them and cuts and bruises didn’t change that obligation.

You froze in place at the sound of footsteps, clapping a hand over your nose and mouth, eyes darting around at your surroundings. The trees swayed in the evening breeze, the stars shone brightly overhead, seemingly oblivious to what was happening within the forest. You squeezed your eyes shut, heart pounding and skin clammy.

Why had the villains come here?

What was their goal?

You wished you had asked the patchwork faced man while you still had a chance.

The footsteps faded, their owner retreating in the opposite direction. You breathed a steady sigh of relief and peeped out behind you at the path you would need to take to get back to the main path. It would probably be faster to go through the woodland and you turned back to get your bearings, heart stopping as you found yourself looking into the mouth of another stranger, one who was currently dangling from the branch above you and grinning widely, revealing a set of shining teeth.

“M...meat,” he said, dropping to the floor and leaning back, one of his canines stretching from his mouth and slicing open your arm. “Fresh meat.”

You knew this villain. You remembered his court case; your father led the prosecution and landed him on death row.

Moonfish

You remembered going for coffee with your brother, who at the time was interning at your father’s law firm. It was his first real case and it affected him deeply. He refused to talk about it, even now that years had passed.

After seeing the villain in the flesh, you thought you understood why. He moved with inhuman dexterity, landing in front of you before you could so much as move.

You saw the blade coming. You heard it pierce the tree.

You didn’t, however, feel it go through your body, not until he jerked his head back in an attempt to free his tooth from the tree bark. You screamed in pain, the wound burning every time he moved.

“Show me,” he said, yanking his head, “show me how you look on the inside.”

His tooth snapped and he stumbled backwards, leaving you to flop forward, blood soaking through your shirt.

“Show me,” said Moonfish, stumbling forwards. “Let me taste your flesh.”

You opened your mouth to protest, ears ringing.

You didn’t know what you meant to say to him, only that you never got the chance. He stepped forwards to land the finishing blow, only to hear a noise in the distance. You heard it, too, eyes bulging in realisation.

The students still didn’t know about the attack and were continuing on the ghost walk. A pair of them were nearby, discussing the possible tactics of 1-B.

You searched your brain for the order, though struggling to settle on a single thought, skin prickling as Moonfish retracted his teeth and disappeared into the night, far more interested in a different sort of prey.

You tried to move, only to cry out in pain. The broken tooth seemed to have gone right through not only you, but the tree. If you tried to pull it out, you would almost certainly bleed to death far faster, but if you stayed there it wouldn’t just be you who bled.

You snatched up your phone and frantically dialled everyone in your phone book, blood soaking through your shirt and shorts.

You dialled Shouta to no avail.

You dialled Hizashi, who was in the middle of recording his radio show.

You dialled Nemuri, who was filming an interview on a late night television show.

“Someone,” you murmured, vision going dark and limbs going floppy. “Someone…”

You looked up towards the sky, taking in the bright stars with a bitter smile.

You knew it was impossible, and she was far away, but you could feel your mother pinching your cheeks.

~~~~~

00:05:20

Of all of the heroes in all of the world, Eraserhead was perhaps the most mysterious. What few people knew of his existence knew even less about the man. He was a shadow, venturing out of the darkness only to ambush would be criminals and vanish just as quickly as he came.

He worked best after dark where he could travel unseen. Ironic, therefore, that on this night in particular he stumbled over his feet. He sprinted through the undergrowth, phone pressed to his ear.

Hello, this is (Name). I’m not around at the moment, please leave a message!

“Come on,” he hissed, coming to an abrupt halt and dialling again.

Shouta glanced around at his surroundings, entirely in his element, yet powerless to act.

After returning Kota to the lodge, his phone had exploded with missed calls and messages.

“What is it?” Vlad had asked, noticing the blood drain from his face.

“I’m forwarding an address,” he said, copying one of your messages. “Pass it onto the police when they get here.”

“An address? What-”

“Just pass it onto them! It’s important!”

He had no idea why it was important, of course, only that you wouldn’t have sent it to him so many times if it wasn’t.

Your phone went through to voicemail again and he swore under his breath,

“Idiot,” he hissed. “What did I tell you about facing unknown villains?”

He remembered the night you got him with pepper spray.

Why would you try and confront a villain without help? You could have gotten yourself killed.

“You better not have done anything stupid,” he said, dialling your number again to distract himself from the fact that if you had gotten that information by using your quirk, you must have gotten close to a villain.

“Over here!” Tiger yelled nearby. Shouta followed the sound of his voice, arriving at what had previously been the midpoint.

His ears began to ring when he saw what remained of it: an abandoned table, soaked with blood, an abandoned torch flickering on the ground.

“This...this is Ragdoll’s radio,” said Tiger, lifting it up from the floor. “Oh my god…this...this is blood!”

“This blood’s cold,” said Shouta, dipping his pinky finger into it and glancing across at the radio in Tiger’s hands, “most likely hers.”

“There’s so much,” said Tiger, voice breaking, “that idiot...her quirk isn’t suitable for combat. She knows that.”

Shouta crouched down to pick up the abandoned torch.

“There’s no blood on this,” he said, turning it over in his hands. “Whoever dropped it wasn’t injured.” He fiddled with the on switch and turned to face the table, where Tiger had picked up Ragdoll’s abandoned radio. “They were frightened, though.”

“(Name),” said Tiger, picking up his train of thought. “Ragdoll...she must have told her to run.”

Shouta cursed and followed the dirt track, dialling your number as he went. He froze on the spot when he spotted an abandoned flare in the mud.

“This way,” he called out, rushing over and crouching down to examine it.

By then, it had largely burned out, but that wasn’t what caught his attention.

Generally speaking, people fired flare guns into the sky. This one had pretty clearly ricocheted off a tree. Whoever fired it had done so in self defense, as a distraction.

“Did you find anything?”

Shouta glanced over his shoulder to see Vlad arriving from the opposite direction.

“Did you see anyone on your route here?” he asked, stomach churning at the head shake he got in response.

“They’ve sent out a helicopter to track down any stragglers,” said Vlad, pointing to the sky. “We’ll soon have a better idea of what we’re dealing with.”

“There’s not enough time,” said Shouta, dialling your number.

He had a pretty good idea of the sequence of events so far and didn’t like it one bit. You and Ragdoll had likely been ambushed by multiple villains. Ragdoll had almost certainly told you to run, not only because you were a civilian, but to raise the alarm. Someone had followed you to this spot, but what had happened next?

He got his answer a few seconds later, for somewhere to his left a phone started to ring.

“That way,” he said, sprinting in that direction, Vlad not far behind.

He couldn’t seem to move fast enough; his legs felt heavy, as if he was wading through water.

He followed the sound to its source and froze on the spot at what greeted him.

It was you, impaled by a long, jagged piece of metal that ran all of the way through the tree behind you. Your hands, lips and clothes were covered in blood, cell phone still ringing in your lifeless hand.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t say a thing, not even as Vlad arrived behind him.

“(Name),” said Vlad, dropping to the ground and examining your wounds. “(Name)...”

He turned to Shouta, ready to tell him that you were still warm, only to fall silent at the sight of him standing there. His mouth opened and closed helplessly, an expression of unspeakable horror and dread across his face.

He clasped a hand over his mouth and turned away from the scene, the scent of blood and smoke making him retch. He remembered every time you had asked to talk to him; every time he had chickened out of saying how he really felt.

Vlad was calling out to him, but he couldn’t make out a word, too lost in memories to be at all coherent.

He remembered you tapping a wet cloth to his face so many months ago. He had been furious then, though it all felt meaningless now.

You need to be more rational in these things. Running head on into danger gets people killed.

Good job I had a big, strong Eraserhead around to protect me.

“Aizawa,” said Vlad, “Aizawa...she’s…”

He didn’t get an answer, though, just a yell as Aizawa dropped onto his hands and knees.

They were in the forest, but all he could hear was rubble crashing to the floor, silently taking Shirakumo with it.

To this day, he still wasn’t fast enough.

Vlad turned back to you and tucked your hair behind your ear, face dropping at the muffled mumbling coming from your lips, intertwined with the muffled sobs coming from Aizawa that he would later pretend he didn’t hear.

“Shouta...it’s unfair...unfair...un...fair.”

00:00:00

[devildom-dedicated-daydreams]

Hiiii ☺️ I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if you would consider writing this one. The devilgram’s story for Lucifer’s card in the last event is based on the fact that MC pretends to be his s/o to make his fans go away (even though they actually get tougher in the end). I would really like like it if you wrote about a female MC genuinely being in love with Lucifer when he makes the proposal. You can choose wether to make it more angsty of fluffy. Thank you so much 😊

A/N: Sorry for the late post! Please enjoy.

By the way, to those unaware of this specific event card, basically Lucifer has problems with his fans and asks the MC to act as his lover to ward them off. I forgot how it originally ended though and what it was named ... Do pardon this old lady T.T 

***

You shouldn’t have agreed to this. But when did you ever say no to Lucifer?

“Will you do it?” You recalled his face, full of expectation, and his hand waiting for you. What else was there to do?

From the first moment you saw him you knew you liked him, and then with each passing day after that your feelings became deeper and more troublesome. Lucifer was a demon and one of the most powerful figures in Devildom too, so you had no choice but to bury your infatuation. You were “family” and as long as you could stand by his side that was fine.

So when he asked you to act as his lover “to ward off the pests” as Barbatos had eloquently put it, you agreed almost immediately. You wanted to help him in any way you could.

“Is something bothering you?” Lucifer asked.

You’ve spent the last twelve days glued to each other’s side and right now he was escorting you to your classroom.

You smiled at him, “I’m fine.”

“… It’s no use lying to a demon, unless I’m Mammon it won’t work.”

You chuckled, feeling a little bad for Mammon. “I’m not lying,” you said as you looked down on your linked arms. “I was just thinking.”

Lucifer was quiet, waiting for you to explain.

“Am I really helping?” You asked him.

“If you’re asking if the number of pes–people that ambush me has diminished ever since you started pretending to be my lover, then I can safely say that it has. Though there are still some persistent exceptions, don’t worry. Most lower level demons are fickle. They’ll get tired eventually”

And by then … would you two still need to pretend?

When you reached the classroom, the remaining students left in the hallways did not even bother to try and be discreet as they watched you two.

As always, Lucifer performed his role as “the perfect boyfriend” flawlessly. With smooth movements, he unhooked your arms, took your hand, bowed, and brought your knuckles to his lips.

“Have a nice day, my dear.” He murmured, looking up at me through half-lidded eyes.

And he complains about being popular, you thought bitterly.

“Enough!” Belphegor and Asmo burst through the door and then pulled you away from Lucifer.

“Don’t you have classes? Just leave already!” Belphegor demanded while Asmo made a shooing motion with his hand.

“Lately, it seems like my brothers have become more brazen,” said Lucifer. He wore a smile but the air around him was dead-cold. But just as his two brothers began to hide behind me, he looked at me expectantly. “Well, good luck with school. I’ll see you later.” And with that, he left.

The endless harassment from the brothers and piercing glares from jealous classmates ended with the booming lunch bell. You sprinted out the room before Belphie or Asmo could grab hold of you (Belphie was still recovering from his nap and Asmo was flirting with everyone).

Lucifer usually ate lunch alone or with Diavolo while discussing student council matters, and you didn’t want to eat at the cafeteria where other people would continue to bother you.

You hurried to the roof where you sealed the doors using an enchanted brooch. (It was a gift from Solomon, why he would give you one in the first place was a mystery though. But he did say that it was “to protect oneself from thirsty demon brothers at night” whatever that meant.)

“That’s a nice piece of jewelry, human.” Growled a voice from behind you. You shivered but calmed down when he started to chuckle.

“Not funny, Satan! I thought you were an actual thug.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, but his grin said otherwise.

���Why’re you even here?”

“I was here first, I should be asking you that.”

“I needed a break.”

Satan sat on a bench and patted the space next to him. “It’s hard being Lucifer’s ‘lover’, huh?”

You decided to ignore his reluctant use of the word ‘lover’ and seated yourself by his side. “A little … ”

“Don’t sugarcoat it. No more than a week and even that stupid Mammon could tell you’re worn out.”

“I look that bad, huh?” You giggled, self-consciously brushing your hands over the circles of your eyes.

Satan hummed as he patted your wrists away from your face.

“A-anyway, did you have lunch yet?” You unfolded your handkerchief over your lap and laid your lunch box on it.

“Unfortunately, Beel managed to get his hands on my lunch this morning so I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast–what’s the matter?”

You had shut your lunch box close a split second after opening it. “Nothing. Looks like Beel ate mine too.” You began wrapping the box in clumsy speed, but Satan snatched it away from you.

“If that was the case then why the constipated face?”

You frowned. The resident detective had a way with words.

Satan rose to his feet before you could retrieve your pack and lifted the tin. Not even taking his narrowed eyes off the container, he growled, “This isn’t the first time this happened, correct?”

You gulped down a lump in your throat but found yourself unable to answer.

Clicking his tongue, Satan’s entire body shone green and when the light vanished you found him in his demon form. He was holding onto the container with such force you could see cracks in the plastic. Thinking fast, you slid yourself in front of him to block his view of the door.

“Get out of my way, [MC].”

You shook your head. “Not until you calm down.”

“I’ve been staying calm for weeks now. I bit my tongue when you started dating Lucifer and I turned a blind eye when the incidents started because you never brought it up, but I can see that that was a mistake on my part. You’ve only gotten thinner and more tired. Not to mention, this?” He slammed the lunch box on the ground, cracking both the container and the concrete floor. The contents–tiny centipedes and rotten lizard eggs spilled by your feet.

“Satan–”

“Don’t tell me to stand down when you’re being treated like this.”

“Satan,” you repeated more firmly, forcing him to look at you. “I’m angry, too, but nothing good will come out of acting petty. As a human representative, I don’t want to cause unnecessary trouble.” Times like this you were amazed at the similarities between teenage demons and teenage humans. Actually, these petty harassments resembled cliche manga tropes more than anything. The situation was almost amusing.

“No threat has been made to my life, these bullies will eventually get tired,” you insisted.

Satan watched you silently, then he transformed. You were shocked with how fast he complied.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he sighed. He flicked his wrist and the lunchbox flew back on his palm, with the less-than-appetizing contents securely locked inside. “If it’s you, I’ll listen. So when you change your mind–”

“I’ll rush to you for help.” Not wanting to raise suspicion, you then quickly added, “After I go to my boyfriend, of course.” You reached for the lunchbox.

Satan’s hands covered your own.

“Satan?”

He had a far-off look in his eye as he continued to stare at your hands.

“Hey … once you get tired of Lucifer, how about becoming mine?”

“Huh?”

“I won’t let anyone bully you and I’ll always eat lunch with you, so what do you say?”

This was getting awkward. Thank goodness your D.D.D. rang before the silence dragged on.

You pulled back your arms. “Don’t even joke about that,” you tried to sound lighthearted but the trembling in your voice only made the air more awkward, so you unsealed the door and ran down the stairs.

Lately, all the brothers were acting weird. Mammon only spoke in canine growling and camped inside your room before Lucifer kicked him out, Beel would pile his own food on your plate, Asmo insisted on sending you expensive clothes and accessories, Levi now physically dragged you into his room to play games instead of just texting like he usually does, and Belphie was often found passed out near your bedroom or Lucifer’s. Now it was Satan’s bad sense of humor.

You thought you knew these boys…

With a sigh, you answered your D.D.D.

“Hello, dear.”

The awkwardness from the earlier conversation with Satan has completely vanished with the sound of Lucifer’s voice.

“H-hi, Lucifer!” That came out louder than expected.

He chuckled and you had to grab the handrail to keep your free hand from smacking your face.

“Did you have lunch yet?”

“Huh? Oh … not yet.” You decided to tell the truth because Lucifer had a knack for figuring out whether you’ve had a proper meal or not. It probably came with being the eldest of eight children.

“My meeting with Diavolo finished earlier than expected. Do you want to eat at the cafeteria?”

“Yes, of course!” You dork, you thought.

Lucifer laughed again, probably aware of your blushing face.

“All right. I’ll pick you up–”

“No, I’ll go to you please wait for me. The cafeteria is probably less crowded now so you go ahead and save us a seat.”

“I’ll see you then.”

You put away your D.D.D. and skipped several steps down the stairs. This wasn’t the first time you would be eating with Lucifer (and only with him) but you get giddy each time.

“Look at this one acting like a kid.”

A horrible voice spoke out of nowhere as you hopped down.

“You don’t deserve Lucifer.”

“You deserve a lesson.”

Before you could move, an invisible force pushed your back and you tumbled downward.

***

“This is getting ridiculous, aren’t you the boyfriend?” Who was that? Oh, it was Mammon. You thought Lucifer had banned him from your bedroom. But wait, who’s he talking to?

“[MC] keeps losing weight and not in a good way. Do you even understand what’s going on?” It was Asmo’s.

“Shut up, all of you. You’re gonna wake [MC] with all your racket.” Huh, it was rare to hear Belphie getting worked up.

Your head was aching and it took a full minute before you realized you were half-asleep.

As if knowing that you were more or less aware, a familiar hand caressed your face and a deep voice called your name.

After a few seconds of struggling, you opened your eyes and found Lucifer hovering over you.

Is this what Snow White felt when she woke to that kiss? He didn’t kiss me but still … Seeing someone this beautiful would bring the saddest soul back from the grave. I don’t care what happens next, please just stay like this with me …

You had begun fangirling before you realized it.

“Your nose is bleeding.” Lucifer produced a handkerchief from his breast pocket and pressed it gently on your nose.

“Is that so … ” Whatever, you could die right now and it would be all right. Suddenly, your peaceful daze was broken by the sudden uproar from the rest of the brothers.

“What the hell! Gross, you guys are gross!”

“Stop acting like a couple in front of us!”

“You make me sick, happy normies are the worst!”

“Shut up, all of you,” Lucifer commanded, still holding the handkerchief on your face.

The brothers did quiet down but they still shook with rage.

“Hey,” Mammon muttered lowly, “who did this to you?”

You held the handkerchief on your own but Lucifer didn’t pull away from you. “I honestly don’t know. I was hop–walking down the stairs when I heard random voices. The voices were … how do I put this … muddled? Like multiple voices from different people were put on top of each other.”

“What did they say?”

“Nothing much. Just the textbook Mean Girl stuff.” When met with silent, confused gazes, you explained, “You know basic insults like: ‘you’re acting like a kid’ and ‘you deserve a lesson’ or something like that.”

“And you didn’t see anyone?”

You shook your head.

The brothers exchanged worried glances. Lucifer sighed, “It will take a while but we will find who did this, don’t worry.”

You grinned. “I’m not.” You really weren’t. You live with these seven demon brothers and even stood against a raging Lucifer twice. The harassments from Lucifer fans were cute in comparison.  

You then realized that all eyes were on you. You shrunk back in your bed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “What is it?”

“Hey … ” Mammon started, “Why don’t you two just break up?”

Your mood made a 180 and you jumped up, but before you could speak, Satan cut you off, “You said not to worry because there weren’t any risky events, but today’s incident is proof that Lucifer’s fans won’t stop unless you’re other dead or broken up.”

“I agree, besides it’s not a big deal, right?” Belphie said. “After all you two were just pretending.”

How did they find out?

As if reading your mind, Asmo answered, “We had an argument while the doctor treated you, Lucifer was forced to confess.” He turned to Lucifer “And since this is Lucifer’s problem, let’s leave him to handle it. Alone. Break up already.”

A chorus of yeah’s and nodding followed from the rest. You clenched your fists and spoke up, “None of this is Lucifer’s fault, I agreed to it!”

“Ha! Knowing Lucifer he didn’t leave room for rejection.” Mammon was being surprisingly logical. However …

“I wouldn’t know, as if I would ever say no to Lucifer!”

Everyone including Lucifer retreated wide-eyed.

“And I appreciate your concern but I can take care of myself, I accepted everything because I didn’t want to be another headache to Lucifer, unlike you guys!” You were talking way too much and way too fast. Head spinning, you rambled on, “If it bothers you all that much, I’ll do something! I’ll go to Solomon and–and ask him for more protection spells and whatever! But don’t ask me to break up with Lucifer because when will I ever get the chance to go on dates and hold hands and walk together and–and I–and I … !” You were too out of breath to continue. And when you finally calmed down you screamed internally and dove under the white blanket of the cot.

Lucifer ordered the others to leave you two alone. Hearing the click of the clinic door, you dreaded of what was to come. You heard him call your name but you remained buried under the blanket.

You prayed to anyone who would listen to split open the ground and swallow you whole. Anything to avoid Lucifer’s disgusted face.

You felt him sit down on the edge of the cot and heard your name again.

“Would you please look at me?”

You shook your head furiously.

“… but it’s always best to look in a person’s eye when conversing, don’t you agree?” Yes. But you were too red and full of shame.

“Hey, [MC] … ” He leaned over your body and his lips pressed against the fabric over your ear, his breath melted your insides with each word, “I like you, too.”

What? Did you hear that right?

“I like you a lot actually, so would it be okay if I asked you to be mine … for real this time?”

Your grip on the blanket loosened. “I … I … hey!” The fabric flopped down on the tiled floor. You then found yourself flipped on your back with Lucifer on top of you. 

He was smirking as he grabbed your chin. “As if I’d ever let you say no now.”

[eusamson]

                         𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄  :  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄.

         you  wouldn’t  be  able  to  tell  much  from  samson’s  casual  attire  (  see  middle  left  ),  but  on  the  (  rare  )  occasion  he  gets  to  dress  up  outside  of  work  (  see  middle  right  )  he  proves  himself  to  be  quite  fashion-conscious,  and  someone  who  is  very  comfortable  in  his  own  style.   day-to-day  will  see  him  in  clothes  that  are  appropriate  to  work  and  dance  in,  which  usually  means  jeans  /  joggers  with  some  form  of  hoodie  /  sweater  (  see  top  left  )  and  trainers  /  vans.   for  polaris  he  usually  opts  for  a  slightly  more  refined  look  like  a  black  shirt  /  jean  jacket  combo  (  see  bottom  right  ),  or  if  he’s  between  classes  and  it’s  a  practical  session  in  the  eonia  infirmary,  you  may  see  him  grabbing  lunch  quickly  in  his  scrubs.

›  01.  what’s  your  muse’s  favorite  piece  of  clothing  in  their  wardrobe  ? 

sentiment  wise,  his  favourite  item  of  clothing  is  something  he’s  only  ever  worn  once,  gifted  especially  for  his  pre-med  graduation  by  his  grandfather.   a  handmade  agbada  (  see  middle  right  )  the  royal  blue  fabric  chosen  specifically  for  him  and  sewn  back  in  nigeria  by  the  same  seamstress  that  has  been  making  clothes  for  his  family  for  generations.   traditionally  worn  to  formal  events,  it’s  been  a  few  years  since  it’s  been  outside  of  his  wardrobe,  but  it’s  still  hung  pride  of  place  ready  for  the  next  occasion.

his  most  worn  item  of  clothing  is  his  eonia  dance  hoodie,  even  in  the  summer.   he’s  collected  a  few  over  his  time  with  the  team  and  will  cycle  through  them  weekly  depending  on  which  one  is  in  the  wash  at  that  time.

›  02.  what  are  your  muse’s  favorite  colors  to  wear  ? 

he’s  usually  quite  neutral  :  black  or  blue  jeans,  white  /  grey  /  black  shirts  paired  with  a  hoodie  or  sweater.   there’s  usually  a  pop  of  colour  somewhere  in  his  outfit,  whether  that’s  in  the  hoodie  /  sweaters  themselves,  or  in  the  light  jackets  (  see  middle  left,  the  green  and  yellow  jackets  )  that  he  throws  on  over  the  top.   samson  doesn’t  have  a  favourite  colour  to  wear  per-say,  but  isn’t  afraid  to  try  for  brighter  shades  if  it  compliments  his  style.

›  03.  do  they  prefer  summer  clothing  or  winter  clothing  ? 

considering  his  upbringing  in  los  angeles,  samson  is  used  to  warmer  weather  and  the  struggle  of  choosing  an  outfit  that  works  both  for  the  heat  and  for  the  blast  of  air  conditioning  inevitable  when  you  step  over  a  building’s  threshold.   it’s  rare  to  see  him  in  shorts  as  he  spends  a  lot  of  his  time  on  campus  (  tragically  )  inside,  either  in  lectures,  the  infirmary  (  both  the  apollo  and  main  eonia  facilities  ),  the  dance  studio  or  polaris.   

he’s  comfortable  in  jeans  /  athleisure  no  matter  the  weather,  and  will  usually  just  add  more  layers  in  winter  when  required.   when  in  camp  athens  over  the  summer  months  however,  he’ll  take  the  opportunity  to  break  out  clothes  he  may  not  have  been  able  to  wear  like  shorts  and  looser  shirts  considering  the  lack  of  air  conditioning  in  camp.   overall  ?   he  quite  likes  the  warmth  of  chunkier  jumpers  and  bigger  coats  that  comes  with  winter  clothing,  despite  the  transition  process  that  happens  every  year  while  he  adjusts  to  less  sunlight.

›  04.  how  has  their  wardrobe  evolved  over  the  years  ? 

unsurprisingly,  not  by  much.   many  of  the  clothes  in  his  wardrobe  he’s  owned  for  years,  choosing  to  buy  based  on  style  and  durability  over  following  the  latest  trends.   it’s  perhaps  gotten  more  refined  —  especially  after  gaining  @eunastya  as  a  sister  —  but  on  the  whole  he’s  always  had  a  clear  style  and  stuck  with  it  ever  since.

›  05.  do  they  have  any  style  icons  or  anything  else  they’re  inspired  by  ? 

he  captioned  an  instagram  post  ‘  bruno  mar.s  who  ?  ’  once  as  a  joke,  but  really  he  goes  by  what  he  thinks  looks  good  and  fits  him  well  as  a guidance,  rather  than  finding  inspiration  from  other  people.

›  06.  do  they  like  to  accessorize  ?   if  so,  what  do  they  usually  wear  ? 

aside  from  the  occasional  (  easily  chipped  )  black  nail  polish,  samson  will  always  be  wearing  a  few  pieces  of  jewellery  that  all  hold  sentimental  value.   the  first  is  a  ring  flecked  with  gold  gifted  by  @eusage  not  long  after  they  became  friends,  which  he  has  barely  taken  off  since.   the  ring  is  imbued  with  magic  that  acts  as  an  energy  source  ;  drawing  its  power  from  the  sun,  the  gold  glows  brighter  and  becomes  more  prominent  the  longer  it  is  left  to  charge  in  sunlight,  and  on  cloudy  days  samson  can  use  this  as  an  energy  boost  if  he  needs  to.   when  the  ring  is  drained  completely  no  gold  is  to  be  seen,  only  the  black  of  the  band  on  his  right  index  finger.

the  second  is  a  gold  earring  in  the  shape  of  a  lightning  bolt  gifted  by  @euceleste  as  a  thank  you  for  his  work  as  her  healer.   he  usually  pairs  this  with  a  simple  gold  hoop  in  the  other  ear,  or  a  diamond  stud  that  his  mother  bought  for  his  birthday  years  ago  if  he’s  dressing  up.

necklaces  he  tends  not  to  wear  day-to-day  as  they  can  get  in  the  way  of  his  work  /  dance.   but  if  he’s  going  out,  then  simple  gold  chains  (  see  top  right  )  will  be  his  go-to.   he  also  owns  a  few  hats  of  different  styles,  which  he  will  wear  regularly  depending  on  the  weather  /  occasion.

›  07.  where  do  they  usually  shop  ?   specific  stores,  a  specific  kind  of  store  (  ie.  thrift  store  vs  designer  ),  or  do  they  make  their  own  ?

samson  rarely  chooses  to  shop  for  himself  as  an  activity,  and  would  rather  buy  something  because  he  likes  the  look  of  it  than  because  it’s  got  a  certain  brand  attached.   however  in  recent  years  it’s  become  commonplace  for  @eunastya  to  drag  him  out  shopping  when  she  thinks  he  needs  a  break,  which  has  meant  looking  in  places  he  wouldn’t  have  previously  stepped  into  (  that  doesn’t  mean  he  agrees  to  buy  anything,  but  equally  he  can’t  stop  her  from  spending  money  on  him  instead  ).

he  will  also  check  out  twice  new  on  occasion,  as  well  as  making  sure  he  donates  any  clothes  he  no  longer  wants  (  that  sage  hasn’t  already  claimed  )  to  the  store.

[fishmech]

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LesBiGay and Transgender Glossary ---------------------------------

This brochure is intended for people who want to think more clearly about issues of gender identity and sexual identity. It attempts to provide basic information and vocabulary to enable you to interact with members of these communities as a respectful and somewhat informed individual, rather than an offensive person who knows nothing (and by inference probably does not care) about their community, the oppression they deal with, and their personal experience.

The definitions of these words are not standardized, and are used differently by different individuals and in different regions. The definitions in (this early version of) this pamphlet were put together mostly by Alan Hamilton, a bisexual-identified white male from the Midwest and Northeast of the US.

The meanings of words change over time, especially as the concepts they represent change. Concepts and attitudes toward gender identity and sexual identity are changing in society as a whole and within the LesBiGay and Transgender communities. Therefore, the meanings of these words will continue to change as well. See the (updated date) at the end of this brochure.

These definitions assume the existence of two and only two each of sexes, genders, and sex/gender roles, which are separate and distinct from one another. Many people see them instead as overlapping, closely related, or as a limited view or model of a much richer reality.

Despite these caveats, many people find the terms listed here useful in varying degrees, either for describing their experience or as a starting point for describing how their view of the world differs from that represented here.

Sexual Identity and Gender Identity are similar in some ways and very different in others. Both refer to how one thinks of oneself. The existence and perpetuation of gender identities and sexual identities is based at least in part in the historic and continuing oppression of people who do not conform to certain aspects of society's gender roles.

However, sex, gender identity, and sexual identity refer to \fBdifferent\fP aspects of oneself. Therefore, one may be any combination of sex (male/female), gender (masculine/feminine), and sexual identity (straight, bisexual, lesbian/gay.) In recent history, bisexuals, lesbians, gay men and transgendered people have formed communities which are mostly separate but partly overlap with one another. Because of this historic separation, someone who is a member of one of these communities does not necessarily understand and prioritize the issues of others of these communities. One who belongs to more than one of these communities may feel welcome in each, but usually neither addresses all one's needs or the way that one's needs from different communities overlap or interact.

Corrections and additions to this glossary (from the US and elsewhere) are welcome. Please send them to ECBN at the address at the end of this pamphlet.

Androgynous/androgyny: Simultaneously exhibiting masculine and feminine characteristics.

Biphobia: The oppression or mistreatment of bisexuals, either by heterosexuals (sometimes also called homophobia) or by lesbians and gay men.

Bisexual (community): One who has significant sexual or romantic attractions to members of both the same gender and the other gender, or who identify as members of the bisexual community. Derogatory terms from homophobes are the same as those for lesbians and gay men. Derogatory terms used by lesbians, gay men, and some heterosexuals include: fence sitter, AC/DC, double-gaited, confused.

Boy: 1. A young male. 2. Colloquial term for masculine. Often used to specify the gender of clothes. [I changed into my boy clothes.] Boy has often been used as a condescending term for a man (especially a man of color), and is therefore distasteful to many people. (See girl.)

Butch: 1. Masculine or macho dress and behavior, regardless of sex or gender identity. 2. A sub-identity of lesbian, gay male, or bisexual, based on masculine or macho dress and behavior. (See femme.) 3. (butch it up) To exaggerate masculine behaviors, usually for others' entertainment. (See camp it up.)

Camp: To exaggerate feminine behaviors, usually for others' entertainment. Also, to camp it up. (See butch it up.)

Come out: 1. To deal with one's own and others' reactions to the discovery or disclosure of one's sexual identity. 2. To disclose one's own sexual identity to another. [I came out to my mother over Thanksgiving vacation.] 3. (- to oneself) To discover that one's own sexual identity is different than previously assumed. [I came out to myself three months ago.] 4. (- for) To disclose another's sexual identity with their permission or at their request. [I asked my mother to come out to my grandparents for me.] (See out (someone).) 5. May be applied to disclosure of any information about oneself, not just sexual identity.

Cross Dresser (CD): One who, regardless of the motivation, wears clothes, makeup, etc. which are considered (by the culture) appropriate for the other gender but not one's own.

Drag (In Drag): 1. Clothes, often unusual or dramatic, especially those considered appropriate to the other gender. 2. In drag: Wearing clothes considered appropriate to the other gender. [I went to the halloween party in drag.] [She was wearing butch drag.]

Can be applied to any recognizable clothes "look."

Drag Queen: A M->F transvestite who employs dramatic clothes, makeup, and mannerisms, often for other people's appreciation or for its shock value.

Dyke: Reclaimed derogatory slang. Refers to lesbians, or to lesbians and bisexual females.

Electrolysis: Process of killing hair follicles, especially of facial and neck hair, usually with an electric needle. (See secondary sex characteristics.)

F->M: Female to male. Used to specify the direction of a change of sex or gender role.

Femme: 1. Feminine or effeminate dress and behavior, regardless of sex or gender identity. 2. A sub-identity of lesbian, gay, or bisexual, based on feminine or effeminate dress and behavior. (See butch.)

Female: One who has a vagina. (See primary sex characteristics.)

Female Impersonator (FI): A male who, on specific occasions, cross dresses and employs stereotypical feminine dialog, voice, and mannerisms for the entertainment of other people. (See camp.)

Feminine: The gender role assigned to females.

Fetishistic Transvestite: A transvestite who consistently eroticizes cross dressing. May also eroticize fantasies of gender or sex change.

Gay (community): One who has significant sexual or romantic attractions primarily to members of the same gender, or who identifies as a member of the gay community. Sometimes used as a synonym for lesgay (community) or gay male (community). Lesbians and bisexuals often do not feel included by this term.

Gay man/male (community: A man who has significant sexual and romantic attractions primarily to men, or who identifies as a member of the gay male community. Derogatory slang includes: queer, faggot, swish.

Gender (identity): How one thinks of oneself in terms of one's gender role. Masculine or feminine. (See butch, femme.)

Gender (identity) community: Colloquial for transgender community. People who identify as transvestite, transsexual, or transgendered; or as members of the (gender community. Members of the gender community often do not identify as members of the sexual minority community.

Gender dysphoria (GD): Unhappiness or discomfort experienced by one whose primary sex characteristics do not match one's gender identity.

Gender neutral: Clothing, behaviors, thoughts, feelings, relationships, etc. which are considered appropriate to both genders/sexes.

Gender role: Arbitrary rules, assigned by society, that define what clothing, behaviors, thoughts, feelings, relationships, etc. are considered appropriate and inappropriate for members of each gender. Which things are considered masculine, feminine, or gender neutral varies according to location, class, occasion, and numerous other factors.

Genetic: Having to do with the XX (female) or XY (male) chromosome pair, which most heavily influence primary and secondary sex characteristics. Terms like genetic male/female actually refer to gender, not genes.

Genetic male/man/boy (GM/GB): One classed as male from birth, regardless of one's present sex or gender identity. (See boy.)

Genetic female/woman/girl (GF/GM/GG): One classed as female from birth, regardless of one's present sex or gender identity. (See girl.)

Girl: 1. A young female. 2. Colloquial term for feminine. Often used to specify gender of clothes. ["My girl clothes."] Girl has often been used as a condescending term for a woman, and is therefore distasteful to many people. (See boy.)

Hermaphrodite: One who has both a penis and a vagina. (See primary sex characteristics.)

Heterosexual (het): One who has significant sexual or romantic attractions primarily to members of the other gender. Derogatory terms include: breeder. (See straight.)

Heterosexism: A particular subset of the oppression of LesBiGays. The assumption that identifying as heterosexual and having sexual or romantic attractions only to members of the other gender is good and desirable, and that other sexual identities and attractions are bad and unacceptable, and that anyone is straight whose sexual identity is not known, usually coupled with a "blindness" to the existence and concerns of LesBiGays. (See homophobia, biphobia.) A heterosexist is one who practices heterosexism.

Homophile (community): Obsolete term for gay male (community).

Homophobia: Originally, an irrational fear of sexual attraction to the same gender. Developed into a term for all aspects of the oppression of LesGays, sometimes including all LesBiGays. (See heterosexism, biphobia.)

Homophobe: One who is afraid of or oppresses people because one perceives them to have sexual or romantic attractions to the same gender.

Homosexual: Formal or clinical term for gay, usually meaning gay male, sometimes meaning LesGay, and occasionally meaning LesBiGay. Homosexual and homosexuality are often associated with the proposition that same gender attractions are a mental disorder, and are therefore distasteful to some people.

Hormone therapy: Used to change secondary sex characteristics, including breast size, weight distribution, and facial hair growth. (See electolysis.)

Identify/ied (as): To hold a particular identity. [I identify as a transvestite.] [I am a bisexual identified person.]

Identity: How one thinks of oneself, as opposed to what others observe or think about one. (See label, self-identity.)

Internalized homophobia/biphobia: The internalized oppression of LesBiGays and bisexuals. This often includes feeling that we are bad at the core; that the entire world is unsafe; that we can only trust other members of our own group; that members of our group are untrustworthy; that for safety we must stay in hiding; that for safety we must come out everywhere, all the time; that our love is bad, or is not the same as other people's love.

Internalized oppression: Negative messages and feelings about oneself, one's group, and how members of the group (including oneself) deserve to be treated, which are taken in as true at some level. Internalized oppression often includes messages which contradict one another, as well as messages which reinforce one another.

Label: How someone thinks of one, as opposed to how one sees oneself. (See identity.)

Lesbian: A woman who has significant sexual or romantic attractions to the same gender, or who identifies as a member of the lesbian community. Bisexual women often do not feel included by this term. Derogatory slang: dyke, lesbo.

LesBiGay (community): Contraction of "lesbian, bisexual, and gay." Colloquial term for the sexual identity (community). Often spelled with capital "B" and "G" to prevent misinterpretation as "lesbian and gay." Does not include the gender community.

LesGay: Contraction of "lesbian and gay." Sometimes used to mean LesBiGay, but bisexuals often do not feel included by this term.

M->F: Male to female. Used to specify the direction of a change in sex or gender role.

Male: One who has a penis. (See primary sex characteristics.)

Male Impersonator: A female who, on specific occasions, cross dresses and employs stereotypical masculine dialog, voice, and mannerisms for the entertainment of other people.

Man: 1. An adult male. 2. One who identifies with the masculine gender role, regardless of present sex or sexual identity. Plural: men.

Masculine: The gender role assigned to males.

Monosexual: One who has significant sexual or romantic attractions only to members of one sex. Straight, gay, lesbian. Not bisexual. Related terms: monosexism, monosexist. (See heterosexist.)

Neuter: 1. One who has neither a penis nor a vagina. (see primary sex characteristics.) 2. Occasionally used to mean androgenous.

Oppression: Systematic mistreatment of and misinformation about people who are (believed to be) members of a particular group or class. Mistreatment ranges from not including members of the group in one's circle of friends, media reports on, and representations of society; through the cold shoulder; not consulting with or accepting input from them on decisions which concern them; snide comments; verbal harassment; assault; rape; and murder based on the target person's (perceived) membership in the group. (See internalized oppression, homophobia, biphobia.) Oppress: to participate in oppression.

Other sex/gender: The other sex or gender than the reference person's own. [She has an other sex partner (than her own sex).] [Are you currently in a relationship with a member of the other gender (than your own)?]

(to be) Out: To be open about one's sexual identity with someone or in a situation. [I am out to my mother.] [I am out at work.] (See come out.)

Out [someone]: 1. To disclose a second person's sexual identity to a third person, especially without the second person's permission. 2. To disclose one's own sexual identity, sometimes without choosing to do so. [I outed myself by leaving a political letter on my desk, which my boss saw when he was looking for me.] (See come out.)

Pre-operative transsexual (Pre-op TS): One who is actively planning to switch physical sexes, mostly to relieve gender dysphoria. Probably, but not necessarily, cross dresses, takes hormone therapy, and gets electrolysis.

Primary sex characteristics: Penis (male) or vagina (female.) (See female, male, hermaphrodite, neuter.)

Same sex/gender: The same sex or gender as the reference person's own. [He has a same sex partner (as his own sex).] [Are you currently in a relationship with a member of the same gender (as yourself)?]

Secondary sex characteristics: facial and body hair, vocal timbre and range, breast size, weight distribution.

Self-identify/identity as: Formal for identity/identify. Emphasizes one's internal reality (identity), as opposed to external factors and others' interpretations of them (labels.)

Sex: Male, female, hermaphrodite, or neuter, depending on one's primary sex characteristics.

Sex role: Gender role.

Sexism: The oppression of females, regardless of sexual identity.

Sexual identity: How one thinks of oneself, in terms of being significantly attracted to members of the same gender or the other gender. Based on one's internal experience, as opposed to the gender of one's actual sexual partners. (See sexual orientation/preference.) People whose sex does not match their gender identity may base the definition of their sexual identity on either their sex or their gender, or may think of themselves as having two sexual identities, one based on each, either simultaneously or one before SRS and the other after.

Sexual identity/orientation/preference community: LesBiGay people.

Sexual minority (community): A formal term which includes LesBiGay and sometimes transgender people.

Sexual orientation/preference: 1. A constellation of personal factors, including sexual identity. (See the brochure Using the Klein Scale to Teach about Sexual Orientation, from ECBN.) 2. Sexual identity. Sexual orientation emphasizes that some people feel that one has no control or influence over the development of one's sexual identity. Sexual preference emphasizes that some people feel that one does or should have some control or influence over the development of one's sexual identity.

Sexual Reassignment Surgery (SRS): A surgical procedure which changes one's primary sexual characteristics from those of one sex to those of another (penis to vagina, or vagina to penis.)

Straight: Colloquial for heterosexual. Straight has connotations of "unadulterated," "pure," and "honest," and some members of the sexual identity community find distateful the implication that one who is not straight is "bent," "adulterated," "impure," or "dishonest." Straight also has connotations of "narrow," "straight-laced" or "conservative," and some heterosexual people find it distasteful.

Transgender community: Formal term for gender community.

Transgendered (TG): One who switches gender roles, whether just once, or many times at will. Inclusive term for transsexuals and transvestites.

Transsexual (TS): One who switches physical sexes (usually just once, but there are exceptions.) Primary sex change is accomplished by surgery. (See Sexual Reassignment Surgery.) Hormone therapy, electrolysis, additional surgery, and other treatments can change secondary sex characteristics. (See Pre-op TS.)

Transvestite (TV): One who mainly cross dresses for pleasure in the appearance and sensation. The pleasure may not be erotic (see fetishistic transvestite.) It may be empowering, rebellious, or something else. May feel comfortable in a focused gender role while cross dressed. May occasionally experience gender dysphoria.

Queer: 1. Reclaimed derogatory slang for the sexual minority community (eg. Queer Nation.) Not accepted by all the sexual minority community, especially older members. 2. Sometimes used for an even wider spectrum of marginalized or radicalized groups and individuals.

Woman, womyn, womin: 1. A female adult. 2. One who identifies with the feminine gender role, regardless of present sex or sexual identity. Plurals: women, wymyn, wimmin.

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BNHA Modern Gang AU

*I got bored on a car ride and kind of got overexcited imagining and planning out this AU inside my head so uh, yeah. I should also note that I ultimately decided they would not have quirks in this AU*

General Stuff: - I’ll be referring to the gang as Gang X for now - The kids would go to school and everything like normal kids but after school would have gang training (physical and in weapon use (instead of having quirks)  - I want all of the major events of the show to still be incorporated in the AU, in some way - And I want all the kids to have the same personalities and relationships, because its not a BNHA AU if all the characters have different personalities (also I love my babies so) - Everyones “Hero Names” in the show are now their gang names - Instead of striving to become the #1 hero, they’re striving to eventually take over and become the head boss of the gang (at least Bakugo, Deku, and Todoroki are)

School: - So I was imagining the kids would go to a nice private school paid for by the gang - Also a major sports school - It would have mostly normal kids but have 2 classes (in each grade level) filled specifically with the gang kids (like the hero course; the normal kids would be based off the general track in UA) - There are rumors that the school may have gang ties, but no ones ever really been able to prove it - The school nurse (they call her Recovery Girl because it seems like she can take any injury in 15 minutes flat; she even takes care of broken bones and major injuries) and the principal (Nezu; not sure what would be unique about him yet, as he obviously can’t be a mouse in this one) and the gang-class teachers are all aware of the ties to the gang and are in it  - So to properly encompass and justify Class 1-A and Class 1-B’s relationship, I was thinking both classes could also be in sports(maybe volleyball,baseball or basketball(require a lot of  teamwork) but anything would probably work)?(it would be mandatory as physical training and to strengthen their bonds) - I can’t decide whether I would have Class 1-A be varsity and class 1-b be JV of the same sport or both varsity of different sports. 

Support Course/items: - So.... this wouldn’t be an extra class physically in school, but the kids training to work on support items would go to the same private school - Hatsume is still the prodigy - Support tailors weapons and sometimes clothing/other stuff to fit specific people  - Like they can tailor a specific gun to fit your hand, and can lower how much the gun kicks. They can do the same for knives, tailoring them to be the perfect length and weight for the user, as well as fitting perfectly in their hands. This goes for all weapons as well

“Gang Training”: - This is basically training to be able to be a competent gang member (most kids that get into the private school end up being higher ups) - They do basic physical training (I mean in hand-to-hand combat it helps to be strong, but also to handle the kick from any gun) but also with basic weaponry - The guns they use for training look, feel and have the actual kick of the gun they’re using but only actually shoot paintballs (Mr. Aizawa is a tough teacher but it’s not very rational to kill off all of your students lmao) - They train with all kinds of guns and ammunition, to get a feel for what each one is like and what they like. Aizawa requires them to train with all anyway though, as he believes you should be able to pick any random gun off the ground and shoot it with perfect efficiency and aim.  - There’s safety measures for swords and knives too, but I haven’t trained with those so idk what those would be lol 

All Might: - I was imagining he would be the boss, or head of the organization, since he’s #1 hero (at least in the beginning) - Like in the beginning of the show, he is secretly sick from an old injury and can only fight for so long before he starts coughing up blood.  - He’s still revered as not only the best gang leader ever but also one of the most amazing fighters the underworld has ever seen - But, as he gets older he still needs to find a worthy successor, as he’s definitely not immortal - Believes the boss should still be actively involved in the gang, fighting alongside his men and while some people think it’s foolish, everyone respects and likes him more for it 

All Might & Deku: - Obviously, Deku is still his secret chosen successor (or the one he wants to succeed him anyway but it will, in the end, go to the best candidate no matter what) - Deku was (distantly), probably through his father who’s in America, related to Gang X. His grandpa told him about it before he died, and all about All Might, the most impressive man in all the underworld, and has wanted to be just like him ever since - Soooo......I’m not entirely sure about how this part should play out, but I’m thinking maybe Deku was sick? And just couldn’t afford the really expensive procedure? (I’m pretty sure in the show Deku is middle class? So we’d keep it that way) - He by chance meets All Might and asks if he could ever be like him, even with his sickness, and All Might says no - Not sure what would go on to change his mind, but something happens, and All Might decides to pay for Deku’s hospital bills, heal whatever was going on, and personally start physically training him. Probably would make him clean up the whole ass beach still lmao - After the “entrance exam” (the physical part which happens after the standard school written at a secret location), Deku gets in by the skin of his teeth

Endeavor&Todofam: - uhhhhhhhhhhh........ - So he’s always wanted to be gang leader, but has always been behind All Might - He’s even tried duking it out with the boss a couple times but never wins - Not sure if I would make him head of the second most powerful branch of the gang or second in command - Either way he still not-so-secretly hates All Might, although he does grudgingly respect him - Wanted to become better than All Might, not get the top spot from All Might weakening, so he’s still pissed when All Might has to retire and he’s technically the boss now  - So, I haven’t been able to decide what Rei had that Endeavor wanted(since no quirks) but I still want it to be a fucked arranged marriage. Maybe she came from “good bloodlines” (like notoriously strong and smart /or people, whether her family was arranged in gang stuff or not) or maybe she was just very pretty and when she refused him, he literally bought off her parents? - Still raised Touya and Shouto specifically to be All Might’s successor - Touya still wasn’t good enough for some reason and something happened to him (weak bones maybe?) and he’s still dead in this AU (or is Dabi whatever the truth really is) - Rei still had a psychotic break and burned Shouto’s eye with boiling water and is in a hospital

Top 10 Heroes:  - So I want the top 10 heroes to either be the leaders of the 10 branches of the gang, or the top 10 members of the gang (they have a council or something)

Work Studies: - So in my old high school we were allowed to have a work study class, where we left campus for that hour and worked somewhere of our choosing, - Work studies were a big part of character development in the show so I’d like to keep those if possible - To make things less suspicious, work studies are required for all students (I mean let’s face it of entire classes all had work studies and others didn’t it would be weird). Also, since it’s a nice private school, I can totally see where they’d want the kids to go out and have “real world experience” before leaving high school - I would probably keep the fact that first years typically don’t have work studies (our school didn’t let freshman have them) but they’re trying something different this year - Of course the gang classes would be sent to various gang members (I think they’d still get to choose who, but idk maybe it would be more interesting if the teachers chose for them? - The general classes would go to whatever work study of their choosing, probably based on the careers they want to go into

Sports Festival:  - Literal school sports festival  - Limited only to those school students, i think - Gang members interested in work studies would come watch and scout - Would it be as internationally famous as the UA sports festival? i dont know tbh

Summer Camp & The Wild Wild Pussycats: - Not sure if here they would be purely working on physical ability and maybe martial arts or on weapons and stuff too - It would depend whether or not the Pussycats knew about the whole gang thing(or if they were involved in it) or were just regular physical trainers with no connection or idea about the gang thing - Kota......I think I would have his parents die in a gang-related accident and, obviously, hate anything to do with gang activity (which is normal anyway). If the Pussycats were not gang-related I’m not sure how the whole Deku-saving-him thing would go down but oh well - The League of Villains would be attacking still, to kidnap Bakugo (for whatever reason)

League of Villains (Gang Y) & All for One: - In a world where there are no “heroes” and “villians”, they obviously can’t go by that name (I mean I guess they can but I feel like that would be kind of stupid and odd) so we’ll go with Gang Y, for now - All for One can’t be immortal in this one, so maybe the gang name just keeps getting passed on from successor to successor? Or he’s just stupidly old(like 100 years old and still kicking ass)? - So, in the underworld, obviously no one is really “good” so to speak, I assume Gang X would still be involved in basic drug deals and stuff like that, but think Gang Y would be involved in some really fucked up shit. Like slave trade stuff maybe? Blood money? - Gang X and Gang Y have been top rivals since both of them started (around the same time) - Gang startup story would be the same as the beginning of the AFO and OFA rivalry in the show (2 brothers with different ideals) - AFO still ends up in jail after the legendary battle in Kamino Ward  - So......I’m having trouble with Shigaraki’s backstory since quirks aren’t a thing. Like obviously it would still be a horrific accident but.....yeah you get the point (haha it sucks trying not to spill manga spoilers) - Toga’s backstory would pretty much be the same I think - Spinner would have some deformity or something (since he can’t be a lizard) justifying his backstory - Twice is hard for the backstory thing.....but I would still have some traumatic event that caused him to do the contradicting voices thing - Nomu’s would maybe be like, brainless humans? Still look like flesh and blood humans but essentially be brain dead and only do what AFO tells them to do? Not sure but I’d still like them to be the result of human experimentation. - In Kurogiri’s case.........not sure tbh we’ll work on it  - Speaking of Kurogiri, he is like, get away driver/escape artist of the millennia. It’s like him and the rest of Gang Y just disappear into thin air. Even the police have tried to track him but? he’s just....gone? He’s still team mom, by the way, and really the only reason the Gang Y survives tbh (Credit to @tears-of-an-otaku )

Stain:  - Goes after and kills gang members (especially higher-ups) that he deems “corrupt” (ones that sit back and make underlings do all the work; rapers; betrayers; ones that are only really in it for the money; etc) - Puts chemicals on his weapons that immobilize his victims; The blood-type thing is still the same (works longer/better on specific blood-types) - Iida still goes after him for disabling his brother, and Deku finds and follows him, and Todoroki ends up coming as back up. - They still don’t get the credit for defeating him “for safety reasons”

Chisaki & Eri: - From a rivaling gang - Not sure how they find out whats going on but they do - Eri, at the very least, is still severely abused, but it would be cool to be able to incorporate using her blood to make some kind of drug  - Not really sure about much in this story arc tbh it’s so quirk-based it’s kind of hard to incorporate without them :/

The Licensing Exam: - Another sports festival, but this time with other major sports schools - Gang members come to scout as well  - In this one though, the other kids are just competing in a sports festival, but the teachers of the “gang classes” are also watching to determine whether or not their kids are ready to take on more “hardcore”/serious work studies (or even internships), where they would be able to experience what it’s actually like to be in a gang a little more in depth and practice real world fighting (and of course their special skills) - Special thanks to @tears-of-an-otaku for helping me figure this one out!

The Kids: - Like I said I want all the kids personalities and relationships to be the same - Jiro is still super into music and can still play (at least a little bit) a bunch of instruments; She has unnaturally good hearing too.  - Bakugo obviously can’t explode things with his hands anymore but has a dangerous interest in explosives (he was actually recommended to join the Support team but he rudely declined); still tells everyone to die on the (way too) regular; also still has the best reflexes in the class - Deku is super strong. Our sweet boy doesn’t look it but is strong af - Koda, still quiet as ever, is super good with animals (but afraid of bugs) - Momo is super good at designing and creating stuff and is very inventive(can always find a solution to a problem); She was also recommended to help in support but she (politely) declined; Still team mom - Iida’s a great runner (probably best at long distance but good at jump about anything)! Back in middle school, he was an absolute track star, but now-a-days with school, his class sports, and gang training, he doesn’t have time for track as well :( ;Still class president and team dad - Kaminari is still our lovable dumbass but is really good with electronics and wiring anything.  - Shinsou obviously can’t actually mind control, but he’s a super smooth talker and can convince almost anybody to do anything for him, so it can kind of seem like he controls people.  - Kirishima is an icon when it comes to defense training, he can block almost anything. He also never seems to get bruises. The rest of the class lowkey hates him for it because while, at the end of the day, they’re covered in bruises, Kirishima’s got maybe one (but usually not even that). He dyed his hair because he thought it made him took tougher and less boring - Aoyama is still into the ridiculously shiny, which is horrible for stealth practice, but he has this trick where he (maybe with a bracelet or something? Or a belt bc of his iconic belt in the show) can blind his opponent with the light reflecting off the metal and go in for an attack in that moment. It’s surprisingly effective.  - Oijiro may not have a tail, but he still excels at martial arts.He even rivals Bakugo (he might be able to win if Bakugo played by the actual martial arts rules that Oijiro was taught but he won’t) - Sugar makes Sato really energetic really quickly! (and for some reason makes him focus better). He’s still a super good cook and baker - Shouji still wears a mask all the time (he has a medical condition with his mouth that’s kind of gross and tends to scare people). He “talks with his hands” using sign language! He’s been teaching the rest of the class, as Aizawa said it was a very useful skill to have, especially in a situation where they need to be quiet but still communicate. - Hagakure, for whatever reason, is amazing a stealth missions! She’s somehow really good at blending into the background and even Jiro can’t hear her when she walks (unless she’s really focusing on it). Top of her class in it, actually.  - Mineta still isn’t that good in actual battle but is really good at simple immobilization (sorry the only thing I could think of for him even a little bit related to his quirk). - Ururaka (while not as strong as Deku), is surprisingly, incredibly strong. She can pick almost anything up and make it seem like the thing’s totally weightless (even when she’s actually struggling, something Deku can’t do) - Sero is the master of Duck tape really good at fixing stuff! It seems like he can fix almost anything; Him and Momo team up a lot when something breaks (which, in Class 1-A, is surprisingly often *cough* Bakugo *cough*); (Sorry, couldn’t really think of anything for him either but tape=fixing things? maybe?) - Mina is really into chemistry, specifically corrosives and hazardous mixtures. Her and Bakugo once teamed up after school and tried to make something - Aizawa said if they ever teamed up to do anything in the chemistry lab again they were going to be banned from it; Mina still has pink hair - Tokoyami has a pet raven that follows him everywhere-literally everywhere. It was a problem at first, but the school eventually decided to let Tokoyami keep it as long as it wasn’t making a mess anywhere and not attacking students (everyone else is lowkey mad about it like why does he get to keep a pet? Nezu tries to pass it off as an “emotional support bird” but everyone knows that’s bullshit); The bird (whom Tokoyami’s emo ass named Dark Shadow for some reason) can actually attack on cue! Actually, he kind of constantly has to be watched otherwise he might attack someone on the random (it’s happened; he seems to pick up on Tokoyami’s emotions somehow and if Tokoyami gets mad well.....; He has in particular had trouble Aoyama and all his sparkly things); The bird can actually send messages too! Tokoyami refuses to say how or why he trained his bird to do this but since no one expects such an old fashioned way of sending a message, it’s extremely useful for high secrecy messages (and packages; actually the actual gang has used it a time or two, a fact Tokoyami is secretly proud of). (Credit to @agaxso) - Todoroki is, not quite an expert, but has a weird amount of knowledge on arson and burning things (not sure why a gang would really need a skill like this except to burn bodies beyond recognition but Endeavor specializes in it so it must be useful somewhere); He also has an extensive knowledge of using  polyoxacyclobutane mixtures(liquid nitrogen definitely and maybe some other things?) to freeze things at whatever temperature (I think he’d probably shoot bullet-like things out of a modified gun; Freezing the target when it hits. Here’s a link explaining basically how polyoxacyclobutane works); He has practice with the modified gun from training with his father, but his mom was the one that originally taught him how to make and use the bullets properly.(Credit to @agaxso) - Monoma can do anything almost perfectly after watching someone else do it once. Unfortunately, he has a really horrible memory so he only retains the information for like an hour then has to watch them do it again. Still an annoying asshole - Kendo is tough as hell! Specifically has really tough hands/knuckles. The One Punch Man of class 1-B, she is literally known for being able to knock people out in only a punch or two. She once smacked Monoma and he had a wicked bruise on his cheek for 2 weeks. She still maintains that she “didn’t even hit him that hard” - Awase is an amazing welder! He was another candidate for the support team, but after some consideration he declined - Tetsutetsu, like Kirishima, has ridiculously tough skin that never bruises, and has amazing defense - I don’t really know enough about class 1-B to finish this unfortunately - Aizawa and Vlad actually put special time aside for the kids to practice and hone their specific skills and learn how to put them to use in battle. After all, you should use everything you have in your arsenal in real battle, and unique/special “skills” can be extremely useful in battle and often pack the element of surprise and can easily but you above whoever your fighting, (especially if they don’t have any special attacks)

Soooo......if anybody would like to write out this AU for me and help fill in the blanks I would love you forever and also probably owe you my life because I have absolutely fallen in love with this AU. Also let me know if I missed anything or you have ideas for the stuff I couldn’t fill in and I’ll put it in (and credit you of course lol) @todorokitops I know you’re a pretty well known Tumblr fanfic writer so......know anybody who might be up for the challenge?

[winged-gentleman]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? "Call me Dove.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? “Hiraeth.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? “Hiraeth was what I was called when I still resided in Rohbach. The name Dove was gifted to me by my late master. I was simply named after her pet dove, whose body I took as a host to be able to physically manifest in this realm. She... wasn’t that great with names.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “I am already taken by my missions.”

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? “Wouldn’t you like to know~”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? “Originally they were translucent, however due to my host they appear red now.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? “No, though an acquaintance of mine turned it black with magic once as a prank.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? “I suppose by now it is safe to say that my charge is like a daughter to me. And there is Livia, a familiar who carries my blood. Perhaps... you could consider some of the angels, and fallen angels my distant family, given that their siblings’ blood was sacrificed to create me. It’s a bit complicated...”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? “I have millions of pigeons and doves under my command. I suppose you could consider them pets.”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.  “Self-righteous angels, to name one thing. The world is never as black and white as they seem to think it is.”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?  “I read a lot, and like to write my own books as well. Occasionally I’ll paint.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? “I’m afraid I have done so plenty of times in the past, yes.”

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? “It would be a very big lie to say ‘no’...”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “As my name implies, I may take the shape of a dove. A white barbary dove, to be more precise. Whether this animal suits my personality...”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “Perhaps my biggest vice is my pride. I struggle to open up to others and trust their abilities, or admit there are things I cannot handle myself. Aside from that I have been berated for... not feeding enough, instead rather starving myself.”

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? “Lady Vivian... She was a remarkable woman. Brave, gentle and kind, and her heart filled with love for humankind, despite how much she had been hurt by them. She suffered many hardships and yet she kept a bright outlook on life regardless. The same holds true for my charge, actually.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? “Whatever floats your boat, as they say. I will not judge anyone based on whatever gender presentation they prefer to love. Or were you asking about my own sexuality? I have no interest in such activities.”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “No, I see no need to do such a thing. If there is something I need to learn, I can do that without attending a school, surely. I did actually spend a few years teaching human history classes in the past however. So you could say I did go to school~”

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? “I would not be opposed to the idea... But currently I spend all my time between humankind, hunting down my own kin. Getting attached to and siring children with a human being is... probably not a good plan. I don’t even know for certain whether I’m able to have biological children. For now, I am already a guardian to a young human lady and have a little familiar to keep an eye on, and I am content with that.”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? “There have been quite a few humans who let me know they admire me and my work, so I suppose the answer is yes~ Aside from that, I may have accidentally started a little cult, actually. I was sighted by a small group of humans while I was resting in my true form one day, and I decided to let them escape with their lives. I later found out the tribe they belonged to made some rather lovely wall paintings and idols of a massive red-eyed, white bird covered in blue flames, which they venerated as a god. Every now and then on specific dates, they leave offerings in front of these depictions of their god, and I may or may not have accepted a few of those when they weren’t watching. Especially the free fruit, bread and nuts, and other gifts of nature. They get so excited when they find their offerings gone the next day, It’s rather amusing, really. I’m almost tempted to fly by in my true form sometime...”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? “Becoming one of the monsters I am fighting against. In the end I am still a demon myself, and I may one day lose my mind and harm the beings I was supposed to protect. I’d like to think I am perfectly in control of myself, but... What if one day I am not..?”

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “Usually whatever is considered decent if not formal in the human world. Although I must admit I sometimes get a bit behind on the latest clothing trends...”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “Love is perhaps a strong word, for a creature like me. But there are certainly some people I have grown very fond of and enjoy spending my time with.”

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? “At this point in time it’s unclear, and I frankly don’t care. I was a Lord in my homeland, ruling over the demons living in Rohbach. However this was a self-appointed role. Sakon reigned there before I killed him, but there were no laws stating that this action would make me the official next ruler. Nor was I related to him by blood. On Earth I acted as Lady Vivian’s servant for quite some time, before ‘inheriting’ all her belongings with her passing. Still, this inheritance was not officially acknowledged, so I still am not considered an aristocrat. I suppose I am a well-off commoner right now?”

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “A few precious ones I got too attached to. ”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? “I can enjoy an occasional pie~”

27. FAVORITE DRINK? “I am partial to a nice cup of fruit tea.”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? “There is a rather thick forest relatively close to the mansion I reside in. Deep inside is a clearing hidden away from most of the world. I like to hide out there when I need to return to my true form and stretch my wings. The only beings who will visit there are woodland creatures. It’s a rather quiet and serene place, very peaceful.”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? “There are some who have piqued my interest, but not in the sense this question implies.”

31. HOW LARGE ARE YOUR BREASTS? “Erh... they can be however large I need them to be. I’m capable of shapeshifting and glamouring my appearance. They’re not usually a necessary feature however, so generally my chest is flat like a board, so to speak.”

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? “I’m not that fond of swimming, to be frank. If I must choose however, I suppose I prefer swimming in a lake, where the water is more calm.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? “I care little for physical appearances. Personality-wise however I must say I get along best with those who are humble and have a more positive outlook on life.”

34. ANY FETISHES?  “Maybe so~”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?  “I don’t have much of a preference.”

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? “Thinking about it, I spend more of my time indoors. I certainly don’t mind being outside, but I don’t usually partake in ‘camping’, not in the traditional sense.”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? “Now seems to be a good time to put an end to it, yes.”

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TAGGING: anyone reading this

[theoriginalladya]

28: any scene/line you wrote that you didn’t expect to write/that surprised you once it was written?

Simple answer:  ALL OF IT!  

Longer answer/explanation:  No, seriously, I first started getting interested in writing when I was in high school.  I’d go to every writer’s workshop they had whenever I could get out of class, and I really enjoyed it.  But then college hit and any/all creative juice I had just .. vanished.  WRITER’S BLOCK.  That lasted through college and on through grad school and even through my teaching years.  That didn’t mean I didn’t read or do research for potential story ideas - I did, but nothing ever got written but the notes.

After ten years or so, after I left teaching and moved to where I live now, after I got away from academia and started my life ‘over’, the muses started to poke at me.  Slow at first, but it started trickling out.  (I look back now and shudder at those pieces - which I still have, some 25 years later)  I found encouragement in unexpected places (my now Ex, for starters; I sure wasn’t going to get it from my family, even if they knew I was trying to write), and it kept on going.

The biggest push was when my Ex got me Dragon Age for Christmas in 2009.  That changed my whole world!  Story ideas started to flow.  Mass Effect created a TIDAL WAVE, and it hasn’t stopped yet.  My fandoms are relatively limited (DA, ME, Horizon Zero Dawn (maybe), Werewolf: The Apocalypse), but I’ve now ventured back toward writing original fiction too, and so ... yeah.

ALL OF IT.  

But, if you want something more specific, hmm ...  *rolls d20 ....*

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(taken from my WIP, Mari’s Men; this is the initial draft and needs editing, but it’s a story I am incredibly invested in and will some day be satisfied with)

“Someone approaches.”

Little John’s whispered warning was just loud enoughto catch Marian’s ears.  Carefully, sheeased her way far enough out onto the tree branch to glimpse the figureapproaching them.  From this height andstill distant, all she could determine was that he was dressed in darkclothing.  It was several minutes beforeshe could narrow it down to the black robes of a priest.  He stood tall, broad shouldered, and had thegeneral shape of a man who might be a soldier, she thought.  

“Black canon,” Much mumbled from below.  The shrubs surrounding him showed only theslightest hint of movement as he altered his position, resembling that of abreeze blowing through.  

Her gaze turned again to the man approaching.  Much, as a hunter, had excellent eyesight andcould see more detail than she or even Little John from further away.  She quickly considered her options.  She had inherited Robyn today, so thedecision was hers to make.  There weredangers in approaching men of the cloth and incurring their wrath or the wrathof the good Lord above was not on Marian’s list of duties this day.  “I will speak to him,” she murmured beforescurrying backwards on the limb.  Shecarefully lowered herself to the ground behind the base of the tree andadjusted her hood.  Drawing her bow andnocking an arrow into place, she took a deep breath before stepping out ontothe path.

Robyn’s timing was, as always, excellent and thepriest, now near enough to recognize as a black canon as Much suggested, wasbrought up short.  “Why do you block myway?” he demanded irritably.

Robyn, bow still lowered, stood casually before him,hood drawn far enough forward to hide the upper half of his face fromonlookers.  “You travel through my landswithout permission,” he replied.  “Paythe tax and you shall be free to continue.”

The priest scowled, eyes narrowing as if trying topeer beneath the hood.  “These are theking’s lands.”

“And I am caretaker for good King Richard,” Robyncountered.  “Know this, you will pay oneway or another before we are through. Either the tax with coin, or with your life for trespassing on theking’s land.  What say you?”

The canon straightened, rising to his full heightwhich was substantially taller than Robyn. “And you expect to enforce this law of yours?” he scoffed.  He took a step forward towards Robyn.

Robyn, quicker than it took to blink, had his bowraised, aimed at the man’s heart, pulled the bowstring to its fullextension.  The canon wore no armor; thepiercing would go straight through.  “Ido,” Robyn replied, “and I should think you would see that.  I wish no quarrel with you, canon.”

“No,” the prior replied, “you wish only to rob me ofwhat I do not have.”

Robyn’s head tilted slightly to the side.  “The nearest priory is that of Thurgarton,”he decided.  “Do not tell me you aredestitute.  The conditions of the canonsthere are well known among the rest of the world.”

“I am a prior of Fiskerton,” he said.  Another scowl, darker this time, marked hisface.  “I was banished from Thurgartonbecause I opposed Prior Thomas.”

“Don’t believe him, Robyn!” shouted Little John fromthe left.

“Aye,” Much called out.  From the way his voice carried, he had workedhis way around the priest without notice. “They tax us as heavily as the king and his family!”

“We don’t!” the canon insisted.  Sighing, he pinched the bridge of hisnose.  “Or, rather, I don’t.  I was banished fromThurgarton was because I protested the deviation from the traditions of ourorder: poverty, chastity and obedience.”

“Banished?” Robyn challenged.  “I find that difficult to believe!”

“He lies!” Much shouted, now further to Robyn’s rightbut still behind the canon.  Robyn had nodoubt the man’s bow was aimed and ready.

“My disagreements with Prior Thomas run deep,” heinsisted.  “We both were in the runningfor the position.  Unfortunately for me,Thomas has a better relationship with Prince John.”

Betterrelationship.  They acerbic tone he used left no doubt thatthis prior was, like many others within the church, expecting to be brought upthrough the ranks along with the future king.

“And if you had succeeded instead of Prior Thomas?”Robyn asked.

His eyes were dark to begin with and the slits theynow became were enough to hint at anger, deep and profound.  “Thurgarton would be a better community,” hereplied, “and one not so closely tied to a spoiled prince.”

It was that last that caught Robyn’s attention and thepure hatred (??) in his tone that made the final decision.  Carefully relaxing hold on the bowstring andlowering the weapon, Robyn said, “If you are from Fiskerton, why are you notthere now?”

“Even that has now been denied me,” he replied.  “Prior Thomas, with Prince John’s support,has relieved me of my duties.”  Hesighed, eyes looking upward toward the tree-filled sky.  “I was heading north and considering myoptions.”

“Why north?”

“It is where the road leads?”  He shrugged, eyes falling to settle uponRobyn again.  “I have little but what Iwear,” he admitted.  “I have no coin forlodging or food.  Kill me if you must, butI leave nothing behind.”

Stepping forward, Robyn waved a hand so Little Johnand Much could see it.  “What if I wereto offer you a cathedral beneath the skies, canon?” Robyn asked.  “According to those in positions of power, weare nothing but a group of misguided souls. But we are more than that, and we could use spiritual guidance, if youare of a mind.”

He drew back a step or two and the startled expressionwas easy to identify.  “To what end?”

“Chastity. Poverty.  Obedience,” Robynreplied.  “The poverty we can provide,the chastity, well, I wouldn’t hold your breath on that count.”  Both Little John and Much chuckled.  They were nearer now, but still remained outof easy sight.  “The obedience would beup to you and your skills of persuasion. Do you search for a challenge?”

The canon blinked a few times, looked around them fora moment, then back at Robyn.  “Acathedral under the skies, you said?”

Robyn nodded. “Our camp is in the forest.  Yourcongregation among those most persecuted. This is the only home they have. They come to us willingly, each aiding according to their ownabilities.  We have bakers and tanners,blacksmiths, armorers, seamstresses and ….”

The prior nodded, cutting off Robyn’s speech.  “And outlaws,” he concluded in a voice loudenough for Much and Little John to hear, “in desperate need of Divineintervention.”  Taking a deep breath, hesaid, “I will gladly take on the duties of spiritual advisor, master outlaw,but with one stipulation.”

“That being?”

“I get to speak to you face to face and see you eye toeye.”

A moment of stunned silence rippled around the area,and Robyn heard sputtered protests rise from Much and Little John.  Raising a hand, they silenced.  “I am but a name, priest,” Robynreplied.  “A rumor, a legend among thelocal folk.  I am nothing but --”

“You are their leader, are you not?” hecountered.  “I will give my pledge toyou, and you alone, but I would do it face to face.”

Sighing, Robyn nodded. Shouldering the bow, gloved hands rose and carefully eased the hoodback, settling it around Marian’s neck. She looked up at the priest, green-grey eyes meeting stark brown for along moment and not flinching.  Offeringher hand, she told him, “Welcome to Sherwood, prior.  Have you a name we can call you?”

Unfazed by the appearance of a woman beneath thearcher’s clothing, he extended a hand and took hers.  “Tuck,” he replied.  “I am called Prior Tuck.”

Marian smiled, full recognition settling in.  “And you might have heard of me as LadyMarian FitzWalter,” she told him, “if you have been in these parts for anylength of time.  But these days I am LadyMarian of Loxley.”

His eyes widened in surprise.  “Lord William’s sister?”  She nodded. “I was sent to Fiskerton just after your brother’s return as lord,” heexplained.  “I heard that you came withhim to visit his lands.”

“It has been a long time, and things are certainlydifferent than I hoped,” she said.  

“I thought you were governing in your brother’sabsence?”

“I am,” she agreed, “but Providence has given me anotherpurpose as well.”  Little John and Muchjoined them then and Marian introduced them. “The legend of Robyn and his hoode has taken on new meaning these days,and we try to put it to good use.”

“The Lord has truly guided me then,” he murmured.  “In all honesty, once I was relieved of myduties at Fiskerton, I had no idea where to go. I thought perhaps to York or other points north, but I know no onethere.”

Smiling, Marian nodded towards the north andeast.  “Come with us, prior,” she encouraged.  “We have just what you need.”

[erhiem]

For their SS22 collection, GmbH’s Benjamin Alexander Husby and Serhat Ik ask: What does ‘white’ dress mean? Written, which can be read as an unnecessarily incendiary question – ‘But I don’t see the color!!’ – An opposing jib of the post-identity era. Since ancient times, however, white fashion designers have seen the color. They have alienated and belittled other deemed wholes, filtering rich cultural heritage through myopic Western-centric approaches to create outfits suitable for anything other than racist cosplay. At all times, in fashion, at least, whiteness and its associated cultural capital have remained relatively immune to appropriation—until now, that is.

This season, the Berlin-based duo present White Noise, a body of work that evokes the archetypes of whiteness with elegance, humour, sensuality and wit. This creates a subtle undercurrent that runs through their AW21 collection – an investigation into how items such as jodhpurs and riding boots, Fair Isle knits and luxurious furs become coded as assets of a social environment – rich white posho, basically – and the subversive power of putting gray and black bodies in those clothes.

If the pair with subtlety backs their point and then slips under your radar, then, darling, you sure as hell won’t miss it anymore. The white typologies he studied are hardly esoteric—cropped, ruched knits styled with white double-zip-fly denim jodhpurs and calf-swaddling riding boots deliver the full polo-player fantasy, While the sweaters are unintentionally slung over tight shoulders, the poplin shirt tied across Daisy Duke’s front shows Tilly and Rosie watching the match from the sidelines. The clean denim look gives off a nostalgic, blue-jeans Americana air, blended neatly by baseball stripes, and sandy shirts worn with brown vegan leather trousers that call to mind a Midwestern sheriff. keep.

As you will probably have noticed from the description above, for all the seriousness of their chosen subject matter, Benjamin and Serhat’s work has a lightness—that is to say, it is steeped in satire and camp. The fundamentalists he invokes are, for all intents and purposes, very hysterical. Through them, however, they manage to parody the ethnographic strategies of white social institutions in a way that “almost drag, isn’t it,” Benjamin says. “It reminds me of this scene” Paris is burning where the category is ‘Town and Country’.”

Of course, GmbH does not in any way use fashion as a means of questioning, appropriating and destroying the cultural right of whiteness. Among the most notable people to do so in recent memory are the heroes of 90s hip-hop and R&B culture, who took on brands, looks and even clothing that once ‘aspirated’ white ideals. and made them his own—think Aaliyah and Destiny’s Child in Tommy Hilfiger, or Mary J. Blige’s iconic cut denim look. The collection’s closing chapter pays homage to this chapter in fashion history, a suit of denim and pastel faux-fur outerwear in the viral décolleté-bearing ‘Revenge Dress’ silhouette, which they launched last season, which Inspired the creation of GmbH’s Demi. clothing line.

That it’s given a collection with cerebral heft, but for all its cleverness, it doesn’t get lost in the concepts. The clothes we see emerging from the white haze in the presentation film directed by Matt Lambert are accessible and, above all, really fucking hot. Here, Benjamin and Serhat fill us in with the thoughts behind one of the standout menswear collections of the season so far.

So, white noise. Tell me about the title.

Benjamin Alexander Husby: It was partly inspired by this Don DeLillo book that I recently re-read. It touches on a lot of the volatile suburban themes surrounding death and the mediocrity of everyday life, which now feel very connected to our lives. On a more thematic note, however, our collections have always been very responsive, reacting to how we felt and what was happening in the world over and over again. This time it was more about an interest in studying what whiteness and white culture really is. As BIPOCs, we constantly have to deal with our own brownness, our blackness – we have to constantly defend and investigate it – and white people don’t have that. They don’t need to think about whiteness cause it’s right are you there, it’s just supposed to be the default.

Serhat Isik: It’s an exploration that we actually started last season, but not many people picked up on the codes we were alluding to – horse riding, skiing and all these activities that, in general, are not well reserved. but are known to be part of upper-class white culture.

Bah: Yes, That Very WASPy, Country Club Fantasy

and: Somehow, it wasn’t really clear enough for people, so this season is basically making it clear to us! GmbH as a project has always been about freeing our minds from colonization through fashion and in collaboration with our community. We’ve always been expected to describe our own cultures – and that’s a big part of what we do and what we’ve done so far. But the culture we are looking for here is what we were born in, and yet it has always been said that we are not a part of it. We wanted to find out what it looked like for a brand like GmbH to flip things over and suit white culture.

Bah: However, it’s important to say that it’s done with a bit of twisted humour. And also it’s not just about whiteness – trying to understand the tropes and archetypes of this American Dream ideal of white culture was our starting point, but then we went back to something we were always interested in – Exploring how brown and black people have historically appropriated or distorted white culture. It was pretty obvious to grow up in the 90s, it became a very influential thing in music culture, for example

Yep, there’s a switch around Look 20 where it started to remind me a little bit of Janet Jackson and Mary J Blige. But what got you interested in knowing how those kinds of figures are associated with whiteness in the ’90s next to the wealthy white fanatics we see before?

and: For me, it was really about shifting the narrative. Working in the post-identity era, I feel like there’s so much noise out there that I almost wanted to step back for a moment and focus on doing something there that was before we started GmbH. Get out of the conversation. We always say that fashion is a tool we use to raise awareness or talk about things we want to talk about, so we need a moment to regroup and rethink. How can we do it without doing the same thing. This is what drew me personally to continue researching the topic and really turn it around. Even if someone came along and said, “Oh, now they’re enforcing white culture?!”, that’s already a different conversation, and it’s the one I’m interested in hearing because It plays. I instead say, ‘They’re celebrating their culture! I love Middle Eastern patterns!’, because that’s what’s always expected of us. And it’s beautiful, sure, but now, let’s fuck things up!

Bah: I think we are all tired of constantly battling with our identities.

and: There is also a point that I get bored with it. It’s almost like we’re hoping to play into this narrative of introducing one Middle Eastern, quirky-inspired collection after another. But now we’re saying: No — let’s talk about you. Let’s talk about whiteness. Let’s talk about how we’re adapting to your culture, and see how you respond.

Bah: And if we talk about race and colour, one thing has to be acknowledged that we did not name ourselves ‘Brown’ or ‘Black’. This nomenclature is the product of a white colonial culture – so maybe whiteness is the problem. Maybe that’s what we need to understand and explore.

Here you do this by looking at the white typology, but you do it with a fairly light touch. Some of it is really camp – there’s the reality of varsity polo matches, baseball players, cowboys, Daisy Dukes… What drew you to the specific ideals you sought?

and: In some ways, it was because they were so obvious. And because codes are so important in what we do, especially codes that are used to oppress people of color, it’s also about investigating where the power lies. On another level, though, we just wanted to show everyone how we can make these archetypes really sexy in a way that might not be expected.

Another key feature of this season is your collaboration with queer Palestinian label Trashy Clothing. Tell us a little more about it and how you started working together.

BAH: It is run by Shukri Lawrence and Omar Brika, two Palestinian people based in Jordan. They reached out to us a while back, and we started a conversation about doing something together. They’ve done a lot of research into Palestinian graphic design, both political and non-political, and we’ve decided it makes sense to do something on our show – for a very visible T-shirt called Free. is Palestine. The T-shirt is for charity, but I think it’s important to point out that this is not what Palestinians are primarily asking for; They are demanding solidarity and visibility, and their voices be heard. We realized that making a very simple statement at a fashion show was one of the ways we could help keep that conversation going. This is a very serious situation, and for the first time in my life, I feel that the mainstream narrative is changing. We want to continue that conversation and momentum, no matter what.

and: That’s what’s great about fashion, and that’s one of the things we love about it — there’s a banter to it, but it’s very immediate.

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[melonoverlord]

the 50 qs for the goofy drama zip zap boi

Their age?

16

Their sexuality/sexual preference?

Bisexual

Any siblings/Only child?

He has two siblings, one older sister (Judith) who he’d sell his soul to Satan for, and one younger brother (Reuben) who he’d sell to Satan. Jk, he loves Benny but sometimes he is too much to handle. They are all separably vying for “Most Extra Spiegelmann” Award

Their favourite season?

Winter. His goal every year is to make the tallest snowman with Ashi.

Who were/are their parents/guardians?

His parents were Henry and Antonia, and were pretty good parents to all of them and always encouraged him to be himself, but when Judith disappeared and it didn’t really seem like she had run away because Daniel told the police that she never had a problem at home, but like pre-teens did, sometimes have arguments with her mom and dad (mainly related that Judith wanted to go out and stay out with her friends), they were tried and arrested for child abduction and murder and now Daniel and Reuben officially live with their Great Aunt Theresa, but when Daniel’s boss entered the picture, he paid Daniel’s aunt to have unofficial custody over the boys as long as he paid college education and living expenses for them.

Their gender?

Male

Their date of birth?

September 15, 2002

What clothing style?

Usually gray jeans and t-shirts of either shows he’s been in or the stupid graphic tees you get at target. In his work, his boss has been trying to make sure he dresses better and is now starting to wear either sweaters or button ups with slacks. He doesn’t like that very much.

What is their favourite food after a break-up?

Butterscotch cookies from a bakery in Downtown Grand Rapids. They would know him by name.

Their favourite thing to do after a break-up?

Listen to every single musical or Disney love song and cry while eating chocolate chip ice cream. It hurts his tummy afterwards but it helps to focus on an upset tummy than a broken heart.

What happens in the ‘honeymoon phase’ for this character?

The kid will be broke because he’s always trying to buy gifts based on what you said you liked that one time. He’ll also always be with you and giving you cuddles and holding your hand and say “I found this flower, it reminded me of you.”

How many serious relationships have they been in?

None. He always had eyes for Ashi and didn’t know whether she liked him back.

What is their nationality?

American, though his family came from Poland in the 1930s.

What languages do they speak?

English, Hebrew, and Polish.

What is their profession/Education?

He was taught in Michigan for most of his life in both regular public school and then Hebrew school, and now he’s on a hiatus on school while he works, but still takes classes online at the local city college.

Their favourite comfort food?

Chocolate milkshakes. He’ll drink like five in an hour. Who cares if he’s lactose intolerant.

What’s a food they hate?

Tomatoes. They’re too squishy.

Their music taste?

Alternative rock or musical theatre. He’s honestly a fan of anything except country. Fuck country.

Is there a story behind their name/meaning?

Daniel’s a king in the bible, and Henry wanted to have a strong son that could make their family proud.

Something they do that seems childish to others?

When he gets overstimulated, whether happy or sad, he starts to cry. He once cried because he couldn’t finish an exam on time. He still got a B+ but he cried.

What is their all-time favourite TV show?

Mythbusters. They way they just *clenches fist* bust those myths. He also really likes anything with Gordon Ramsey because he’s funny.

What is their all-time favourite movie?

He’s a super big fan of the Indiana Jones movies, particularly The Last Crusade. His favorite part is where Indy and his dad set the room on fire.

How big is their family?

Originally it was him, Judith, Benny, and his parents, but now it’s him, Benny, techinically Great Aunt Theresa? And kinda his boss.

Are they close to anyone specific in the family?

He was extremely close to Judith when they were younger. He would say she was his best friend and she would come to his theatre performances when his parents had work. Now that she’s gone, he’s close(ish) to Benny, but they have a lot of tension from Benny just wanting his freedom and Daniel wanting to be a brother instead of a parent.

Have they got any allergies?

Bees and mosquitoes. He gets severe reactions from any bug bites that camping anywhere is kind of off the table.

Are they an emotional person?

Yes, but he tries to keep it under control and do whatever he’s being told to do. But the kid definitely feels the highs and lows 

Do they get angry/lose their temper quickly?

He’s got a lot of reasons to be angry, but he knows he has to hold it together for Benny (and Ashi). So he just waits until he’s alone and then he cries.

What are some of their guilty pleasures?

Playing video games for hours on end, talking to his pet gerbil Madonna, and writing out letters to Ashi that he can’t send so he keeps under his mattress at home.

Do they have pets? Do they want pets?

He has his pet gerbil Madonna that he and Benny watch over.

Do they like kids? Do they want kids/have kids?

He’s alright with kids, but he couldn’t handle another right now since he’s kind of the sole caretaker of Reuben.

Who’s cuddle buddy are they?

It used to be Judith’s and Ashi’s, but now it’s just Benny, which Benny absolutely hates. He squirms out of every hug that Daniel tries to give him.

Do they have any tattoos?

Nope, baby’s afraid of needles.

Do they have any piercings?

No, for the same reasons.

What is their hair colour? Is it their natural colour?

Dark blonde. He dyed the ends of it to a blue when he was fourteen, and Benny and Ashi both immediately agreed they hated it, so he cut it off.

Do they like musicals?

He loves musicals. He’s been participating in community theatre since he was around seven or eight (he had his first starring role as Gavroche in Les Miserables) and listens to musicals to calm himself down from panic attacks.

Do they like marmite?

He doesn’t say it to anything, but he actually likes it on toast. He doesn’t eat it that often because nearly everyone on his team hates it, but he enjoys it on the downlow.

Do they like glitter?

He has a glitter folder that he puts his sheet music in. He likes anything flashy and shiny.

Do they believe in the supernatural?

Mothman is real and you can’t convince him otherwise.

Have they ever seen a dead body?

He’s been lucky enough not to, but he’s worried that one of these days in the line of work he’s doing, he’s going to either see a dead body or 

be 

the dead body

Have they ever had a near-death experience?

He’s had plenty of near death experiences, a lot of them by his own doing. He once was about 20 feet from splatting on the pavement because he teleported too late.

Have they ever broken a bone?

Despite his general disregard for safety, Daniel is lucky that he’s never broken a bone. He almost broke his tailbone when he fell off a tree when he was fourteen, but he just had the air knocked out of him.

What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they?

He’d be the flirty drunk who just says he loves you so much. He’s also the one that forgets that you’re dating, so when you say you’re taken he starts crying.

Have they ever drunk underage?

Nah, his faith is pretty strict about drinking for funsies.

What is the first thing they do when they wake up?

Go to water his plants in his room. He has a fern named Patricia.

Do they consider themselves popular?

He’s had friends here and there mostly through theatre, but in his mind having Ashi was enough. It didn’t really set in how much he was lonely until she left.

How do they like their tea/coffee?

With as much sugar dumped in. Think you added enough sugar? No, add more.

What do they smell like?

Apple cologne, hazelnut, and pinewood candles.

Are they a virgin?

Yes, he’s only had one kiss and that was a stage kiss for Rent. He played Roger.

Do they wear glasses/contacts?

He wears contacts because he doesn’t like anything crowding around his eyes. He likes his Flicker mask because it actually covers the whole face rather than just his eyes and he can focus on outside stuff.

Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc?

He’s good when it comes to Benny and Ashi, but completely abysmal when it comes to himself or other people’s. He once forgot a staff meeting with his team until they were literally at his doorstep politely demanding to come in.

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Week 9: Gallery Activity

Mohamed Bourouissa

What is the main message of this artist’s work?

The main message behind the work of Mohamed Bourouissa seems to be one of community, generation, and resilience. 

How is this conveyed? (What techniques is s/he using?)

He often shoots a mix of people he knows and people he doesn’t in a way that shows human connection. He also shows aspects of the world specific to the experience of his generation such as certain types of clothing, people smuggling cigarettes, and people stealing from a supermarket. Another way Bourouissa gets his message across is through the types of people he decides to photograph. As he said in his interview many of his subjects are immigrants or from the suburban areas of the city which allows him to have a more diverse subject base as well as show the different type of people that live in Britain and France.

In your view, which artist should win the competition? Why?

While I love the idea and follow through of Bourpuissa’s work  I do not feel he should win. The idea is there but I feel there are aspects of his narrative missing simply because he gave himself such a large subject. for aspects of his series he focuses on diversity and community but for others he begins to focus on this idea of generation and identity within a generation. It is here that I feel he has lost some of his footing. For this idea of generation he does focus on community and diversity but he also gives a large amount of focus to clothes and external aspects of self representation. It is my belief that if you want to show the experience of a generation you cant simply focus on one style but rather you have to get a feel for the diversity of experiences and forms of self representation. I feel this series could have been made stronger by focusing more on one aspect of his message rather then making it so broad. 

Mohamed Bourouissa La Prise, 2008 From the series Périphérique

This image is interesting because it makes the viewer feel as if they have walked in to a very personal scene and not given any context. It is also interesting because the image its self has been given a very warm feeling with the yellow tint of the entire image which somehow works in contrast to the actual subject matter. As for the message of this image it seems to be one of trouble within a domestic setting and, because of the commonly understood imagery it uses such as the police and one figure being placed beneath the other, it doesn’t need much further explanation. As for the photo its self, it doesn’t really remind me of any other works we have seen because, while it seems like a more naturally taken photo it also feels somehow staged. This gives it a very different feel when compared to other artists we have viewed who usually have their posed and un posed images separated or want the viewer to realize that the images have been both naturally and un naturally taken. 

Anton Kusters

What is the main message of this artist’s work?

The main message of this work is one of heritage and remembrance of the past with specific focus on Nazi concentration camps.

How is this conveyed? (What techniques is s/he using?)

This is conveyed through the use of instant peel of lens which gives the images an older/more classic feel, shots of the blue sky which is a constant both in the time of the concentration camps and when the photos were taken, and the blind-stamps of the number of victims and the GPS coordinates. The message is also given through the fact that each of the images was taken at a know location of a Nazi concentration camp. Finally, the images are accompanied by a thirteen-year-long generative audio piece by Ruben Samama which is meant to represent the thirteen years that the camps were open. 

In your view, which artist should win the competition? Why?

While I think these images are beautiful and made even more interesting through the meaning behind them and the very long accompanying audio, I think it is also the sheer number of factors that become the downfall of this collection. I simply feel that this is a good idea for a project but can’t be fully comprehended by a single person. The simple length of the audio means that a person has to dedicate a large amount of their lives to fully experiencing this project. There is also a very large number of photos, many of which are very similar and, while I understand they are all taken in different locations and gain a meaning this way, it makes the series feel very repetitive and doesn't allow it to stand out clearly in the mind of the viewer. 

Anton Kusters München-Stadelheim | 0000100 (est.) | 48.100152, 11.592046 (EX) from The Blue Skies Project

I decided to focus on an image that showed many of the photos included in Kusters’ collection because it seems they were meant to be viewed together so that the viewer could understand the sheer number of locations. Kusters chose to use an older style camera as a way to take his images because the type of film its self is quite delicate. It also allowed him to have the space to write in the number of victims and the GPS coordinates without disturbing the actual image. Besides this he let the sky its self decide many of the aspects of the photo. While I feel this is a very meaning heavy series I don’t think it would be fully understood without first reading an explanation of the series as a whole. Without first reading this the numbers would not make sense and it would simply seem like a collection blue and white circles. This series reminds me of the work done by Simon Roberts in his series The Weeds and the Wilderness as it is many photos seemingly of the same object and it is not until you read the explanation and take a closer look at the images themselves that you begin to understand the true meaning behind them and begin t notice their individual features. 

Mark Neville

What is the main message of this artist’s work?

The main message behind Neville’s series is one of community and self representation within a community as well as an understanding between animals and people whether that connection is as a pet and owner or as owner and eventual food. 

How is this conveyed? (What techniques is s/he using?)

This message of this series is conveyed through both posed and non posed images that were taken in a small rural community named Guingamp. In this community a lot of the people are agricultural workers and while taking photos of the people Neville began to gain an understanding of the relationship people had with the animals they lived with. With this gained understanding he had people pose with their animals in a way that showed a sort of kinship with them. He also published a written works in both English and French that is meant to spread awareness of and support the protection of agricultural land and workers. 

In your view, which artist should win the competition? Why?

I find the work done by Neville to be interesting and overall useful to the general public as he allowed for it to reach past simply his focus and instead make an impact on the world of agriculture. The point of this award is to find a good artist who’s work is innovative and for me that means an artist who is attempting to do something that goes beyond their work and will have a longer lasting impact. With the literary books that came out along side this photographic project I feel Neville has put himself in a position to make a difference both in the world of photography and agriculture awareness. I also feel that the care Neville put into each image shows through so beautifully making it clear that he wasn’t simply taking these images of people with their animals because he thought it would be cute or a good change from the norm. But rather that he truly understood how the people and animals related to each other both for companionship and sustenance. 

Mark Neville Parade #39, 2019

This image stuck out to me because of the sheer strangeness of the image its self. The pig and the woman seem to be looking in the same direction and almost have similar expression. Also the positioning and placement of both the pig and the woman seem unnatural and uncomfortable, perhaps this is because the pig was most likely lined up to one day become food for the woman. For this image Neville chose a considerably dark, dirty, and almost uninteresting background which pulled more attention to the face of the woman and the pig as both were light and clean in comparison. This is not to say that the background didn’t pull any attention at all, however, it simply was something the viewer would glance at, consider for a moment, and then move on from. This image is also interesting because it almost has two focal points and they are in very different locations within the image. While both the face of the woman and the face of the pig seem like focal points, the fact that they are so far from each other make it so that more of the image comes into focus and one is also made to look at the slumped and almost confused way both the woman and the pig seem to be sitting. 

This image does begin to make a bit more sense after reading about Neville’s series because the viewer gets an understanding for why the photographer wanted to take a picture of this woman and her pig in the first place. The viewer also begins to understand that the background may not have been chosen at random but instead may have been something important to the life of that woman or that pig.

This image reminds me of many of the portraits we as a class saw in the national portrait exhibit because it has such a clear focus and is such a clean and clear image, yet the actual feeling and story behind it are both clear and hidden at the same time. The image makes the viewer want to look at it longer and learn more about the subjects. 

Clare Strand

What is the main message of this artist’s work?

The message behind the works of Clare Strand is that of communication and the way the information is given and received between two individuals. 

How is this conveyed? (What techniques is s/he using?)

This idea was conveyed through the use of multiple mediums as Strand worked with her husband in an attempt to show how information, no matter how clearly it might seem to be conveyed, can lose some of its meaning along the way. Strand and her husband took multiple images and broke them into a grid system. From there they assigned each square of the grid to a number that was associated with a specific tone of grey they felt was best represented within that original grid square. From here Strand’s husband would tell Strand square by square which number had been assigned and in turn Strand would use that color to fill in a correlating square on her canvas. Because the squares could only each be s single color and because Strand herself could not see the image she was attempting to copy the final painting often came out as a pixelated version of its self rather than a perfect copy of what Strand’s husband was seeing.

In your view, which artist should win the competition? Why?

I love the work done by Strand. I feel that it is an interesting view on our ability as humans to communicate effectively and in a way that can be understood without losing meaning. However, I feel that as far as this award goes Strand’s work doesn’t have as many current real world connections. As much as I want Strand to win an award I don’t think this is the one for her to win based on the projects of the other artists. 

Clare Strand The Discrete Channel with Noise: Information Source #3 (2017 - 2018)

I chose this image because I found the before image to be almost more interesting then the painting that was made as a reaction. The after image may have shown the true in intention and outcome of the series in a more visual way but it seemed to me that the before image with the lines and the numbers showed the intention and the amount of work that went into each aspect of this series. For this image the original focus seems to have been the man with his camera as he takes a photo of an item the viewer can not see. However, after making the grid and assigning the number to the image the focus changes these lines and numbers as the viewer is made curious of what is to happen. 

This image does make more sense after reading about Strand’s study because without the explanation it just seems like someone has drawn numbers and lines all over an image. It also allows the viewer to look at the image and wonder how they would have chosen to convey this information or in turn, how they would have made the correlating painting. 

While the original painting reminds me again of the portraits from the portrait gallery due to its clear focus and underlying story, I don’t think this series by Strand can really be related to anything else that has been made. The photos and the way they are split up make them very personal and individual to the creator. 

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OQ Prompt Party Week

Hi everyone! I set up a Tumblr because I thought it would be the easiest place to post all of the prompts for the OQ Prompt Party week. 

If you’d like to take part, just select any of the prompts from the list below and write a fic, make a video or create some art based on it. Please note that more than one person may choose the same prompt.

You may submit new stories or include the prompts in any of your existing verses.

Artists & Video makers may use any of the prompts, but there are some Art/Video specific ones at the bottom of the post.

I have condensed some of the prompts that were a little too long... and feel free to take some liberties with some of the more specific prompts!

If you have any questions, please tweet @OQPromptParty

OQ Prompt Party week will run from 21st - 27th August. Please don’t post anything until then.

Prizes: 

Everyone who posts a prompt for all seven days of the OQ Prompt Party week will be sent a limited edition, one of a kind Outlaw Queen button/badge. These will never be available again, so don’t miss out! 

Each day there will also be the opportunity to win another prize. You will be entered into a prize draw and the more prompts you write, the more times your name will be entered into the draw. I will announce which prizes will be available on each day soon. 

There will also be a separate prize for most prompts included in a single one-shot/chapter (crack!fic encouraged). 

And now! Without further ado, here are your prompts: 

Prompts: 

Friends with benefits

Pride & Prejudice AU with Regina in the role of Mr. Darcy

Hospital AU with Regina as the Chief of cardio (nicknamed ‘The Evil Queen’, work addicted, hates everyone, on call room = sex) and Robin as a Nurse (follows the rules, has a crush on Regina, makes out with her in the on call room, lives in campervan in the forest) 

DarkOQ go to New York (aka real World) for their honeymoon and then stops by Storybrooke to check on Regina.

Regina kidnaps Robin to prevent him from marrying Marian.

Regina finds out her fiancé (can be any ouat character) has been cheating on her with her sister on her wedding day! She runs away to a different city or county & meets Robin.

Regina meets her soul mate online.  But is reluctant to meet Robin in person for fear of ruining what they already have.  Will Robin be able to change her mind? And what happens when her friends try to force her hand?

Robin, Regina and the Evil Queen... perhaps maybe Robin meets one, then meets the other... doesn't quite realise straightaway... ooh they could be twins!

Regina as a headmistress and Robin being a billionaire whose son Roland, goes to the school where Regina is the boss.

Robin being Regina's personal trainer, because Regina wants to work out before her wedding but we all know that wedding won't happen now that they met.

Regina mothering Roland (it'd be awesome if Robin witnessed at least a part of the scene)

Robin actually dies in 5x02 and after seeing Robin getting taken to the underworld Regina chooses to follow. It's the author's choice whether she goes alone or with the storybrooke clan.

Regina owns a Dessous boutique and Robin comes in quite often to buy stuff for his imaginary girlfriend in Regina's sizes and her taste because he just wants to talk to her and work up the courage to ask her on a date but Regina thinks him weird bc why would he flirt with her and buy all this shit for his girlfriend. Later she finds all the unopened bags with stuff in his apartment.

Wonder Woman scene at the healing lake thingy. Regina sees a (naked) man for the first time.

"you can't just run around and threaten to kill everyone." "Oh but you never told me that so how would I know?"

Dark Robin contacts Regina when he doesn't know how to deal with the EQ after a particular fight.

Ink Heart AU Whenever Regina reads a story out loud, characters come to life. She vows never to read out loud again.  One day she comes home to find Robin Hood in her son's room. Henry confesses that he shares her strange gift.

"The poor guy at table 4 has almost ordered the whole menu just so he can look at you and you didn't even give him a smile. How about when you slip him your number instead of ask what dessert he wants."

Troy AU (Robin as Achilles and Regina as Briseis, evtl. Hook as Paris and Emma as Helena) when her temple is plundered Robin saves priestess Regina from the hands of the Spartan men.

Roland spills something over himself in Regina's vault and now any time he lies he turns further into a donkey (like in Pinocchio).

(early OQ) Regina comes home and finds the television is dead because it has tons of arrows sticking out. "What on earth did the poor TV do to you?!"

Missing Year body swap AU with Regina and Robin

Homeless AU "You gave me a dollar every day for three years and now I had a bit of luck, I have a job and I really want to pay you back."

"have you by any chance seen my vibrator?" "What's that?" *Explanation* "Ooooh, that thing. Yes, used it to fix the ____."

Regina and Robin meet Daniel/Marian in the Underworld

Cora didn't get the sheriff but the real Robin on Regina's birthday.

Regina meets the baby of DarkOQ for the first time

It's cold and OQ share a blanket

OQ's first camping trip with the kids and Regina turns out to be a natural at _______.

Robin isn't really dead, he's caught in the book of "Adventures of Robin Hood" and tries to get (a message) back to Regina.

Henry decides to throw the author's rules over board and rewrites his mom's happy ending.

It's Regina's first bday after Henry is gone and she feels lonely. The doorbell rings and a little Roland is waiting there with a half eaten cupcake for her (ofc he says it wasn't him, but the icing on his cheeks says it all).

OQ go skinny dipping in the water and when they come out someone stole their clothes.

After missing year just after curse broke. Regina asks Robin to pick up some tampons for her from the store. It turns into quite an adventure because Robin doesn't know what they are.

AU A: "sorry you're sitting on my sun lounger. B: oh and since when is it yours?" A: I clearly reserved it before breakfast with my towel - which by the way you're sitting on! so get your butt off my sun lounger or else."

Robin spills a drink on Regina.

Your OTP is covering up a murder.

Robin doesn’t die instead is resurrected somehow and in NYC as a dark Robin. Things from the finale happen. Regina kills the EQ but she doesn’t die because her soul is tethered to Robin or something like  that. EQ and evil Robin find each other. Regina has to find a way to kill EQ or reunite with her and save Robin from the darkness.

Robin dies or so they believe, but in actuality a villain has given Robin a memory curse and he remembers nothing of his life with Regina. Regina helps him remember.

Regina and Robin go look for Daniel’s grave and they happen to find  both his and Marian’s stone. Both tipped over and Regina and Robin  share an emotional moment.

Groundhog Day AU with OQ.

A fic based on the movie Sabrina.

Regina drunkenly confesses to Robin about the lion tattoo and pixie dust. Robin misunderstands and thinks she doesn't want him around her

Regina picks up the newest book by her favorite writer. Another best  seller that she can’t get enough of. What she doesn’t realize is that  the heroine from those books is inspired by her and the books were  written by her sweet, handsome but oh so shy (at least in RL) neighbor  Robin.

Regina and Marian are single moms, neighbors and best friends. When Marian dies she leaves Roland in Regina’s care. A  few months later Robin moves in next door. While unpacking his things  he discovers a picture of a very pregnant Marian and remembers their  night together before leaving for England. There is a date on the back  of the photo and he does the math. He is a father and his son is closer  than he thinks.

Through a glitch in the system (or was it?) two strangers find  themselves married to each other. (somewhat inspired by the movie  Accidental Husband).

Regina’s house/apartment is on fire. Lt. Robin Locksley and his  men save her and Henry. She goes over to the firehouse to thank them  properly and ends up inviting Robin for dinner.

Robin as gladiator and Regina as his domina. (pure smut)

Robin proposes to Regina with a little bit of help from the Storybook and Henry.

The smuttiest smut you’ve ever written in your life.

Robin is taking dancing lessons to surprise Regina on their first  wedding anniversary (since their wedding dance ended in a disaster when  he broke her toe) and Regina thinks he is cheating. She even follows him  with Tinkerbell to find out with who.

Robin and Regina are roommates. Robin accidentally walks in on her getting out of the shower. Regina returns the favor.

Regina drags Robin along with her for a little shopping. Their last  stop is Victoria’s Secret and things get “hot and steamy” in the changing room.

Regina and Robin are  single parents (Henry and Roland are the same age and go to class  together) and have clashed a couple of times during parent/school  meetings. She thinks he is immature and irresponsible. He thinks she is  overprotective and overbearing. A school camping trip comes up and  both go as chaperons (not their idea). Henry and Robin bond and so do  Roland and Regina and they both start seeing each other in a new light.

Regina as a soldier. She comes home from her second tour in Iraq. She  is not the same woman she used to be after all the things she has seen  and  all the things she has done. She wants to get her life back on track.  Along the way, she meets Robin who is battling his own demons and  understands her better than she thinks.

Robin trying to stop EQ!Regina like Xander did with Dark Willow on BTVS.

Robin picks up a hitchhiker named Regina. Things get interesting while on the road.

Henry and Roland are friends (they are about 10 years old). Roland  really likes Henry’s mom Regina and Henry thinks Roland’s dad Robin is  pretty cool. They decide to play cupid.

Henry makes sure that  several things in his house break and Robin (a handyman) has to come and  fix them. Hopefully, his mom’s broken heart as well.

Regina,  single mom, mayor and workaholic is in desperate need of a new housekeeper/nanny after Henry has scared off yet another one. Robin,  widower and single dad who’s life has not been easy after losing Marian  is in desperate need of a new job and home for him and his son Roland.

After a blackout, heavily pregnant Regina ends up stuck in an elevator  (or another place, whichever you prefer) with a stranger. Unfortunately,  her water breaks and Robin has to help her deliver her baby.

Regina is Mary Margaret’s childhood friend and maid of honor. Robin is  David’s best friend from college and best man. The first meeting  between the couple’s best friends doesn’t go as planned and ends in a  disaster with a very upset MM and a disappointed David. Regina and Robin  are forced to put their differences aside to ensure a happy wedding day  for their friends.(If there is a part with them having to take dance  lessons and things heat up during that I won't be sad.)

Regina and Robin as thieves: It is the 3rd time he had outsmarted her and stolen from right under  her nose. Only this time he is a bit careless with his disguise (at  least that’s what she thinks) and she manages to see the lion tattoo on  his right arm which helps her track him down. Her plan is to steal  everything back from him. His plan is to steal one last thing from her:  her heart.

Robin, a single dad, saves Henry from being run over by a car, but gets hit himself in the process.  Regina is so grateful she helps him and Roland while Robin heals.

Robin is a disgruntled former employee of Cora Mills who, in a moment of desperation, kidnaps Coras daughter, Regina.

Robin, somewhat of a ladies man, gets the shock of his life when a  social worker hands him a baby boy, telling him that his mother had died  and that she wanted the baby’s father to take care of him. Robin doesn’t know what to do and asks his neighbor Regina for help.Regina  is reluctant at first. She doesn’t like him. Thanks to him Henry has witnessed his conquests walks of shame on a regular basis which always led to awkward questions.

Robin can’t explain the feelings he has for Regina. One night he  overhears a very drunk Regina and Tinkerbell (Tink already knows that  it’s Robin and drops a few hints without giving him away) talking about  the man with the lion tattoo and it all starts making sense.

Robin cuts in line at the supermarket. Regina is not having it.

Robin is so used to sleeping in the forest he won't fall asleep in houses etc because of the missing forest noises (birds, frogs...)

instead of Neal, Pan's shadow Robin and Roland to Neverland.

Author Henry by accidentally mixes up some of his comics with the stories he's supposed to be writing down. ... therefore somehow Regina and Robin trade places with some comic book characters.

Regina used to be a teen Popstar, now a few decades have passed. Life has happened etc and she's asked to be back on stage for a show to celebrate the decade she's been famous in. They want her to share the stage though with a few men who used to the British boyband "The Merry Men"

AU based on the film "one fine day"

Enchanted Forest, s3, OQ secret candlelight dinner.

David, Killian and Robin talking about things from the land without magic with King Arthur (and Merlin). Gadgets, things that vibrate (including sex toys and phones), birth control, underwear…

Robin asking Regina what certain things are (for) after having been to the store/supermarket/pharmacy like roller skates and birth control.

Robin is a wedding planner. Regina is divorce lawyer.

Robin and Regina are actors in the same movie or tv-show who are in denial about being in love with each other. Their friends on set try to trick them into discovering their feelings

OQ’s first baby.

Robin is a counselor/psychologist who helps people with anger management. Regina is a particularly difficult patient of his.  they both develop feelings for one another.

Roland looses his first tooth

Robin teaches Regina how to shoot an arrow.

Regina teaches Robin how to ride (assuming he doesn't know how to)

Robin meets Cora/Henry in the underworld

Regina tells Robin that she's infertile.

Roland and Henry prepare a surprise birthday party for Regina.

Roland’s first tantrum with Regina

Roland can't sleep so he sneaks in Henry’s bedroom. When Regina and Robin wake up, they find a fort has been built in Henry’s room and the two boys sleeping soundly.

Just like she did with Henry when he was younger, Regina shows Roland how to garden and he insists in having his own plant to take care of.

Henry and Robin spend a day/afternoon/or/night alone for the first time.

Robin asks Henry to be his best man

Regina asks Roland to be his flower boy

Regina is sick, her men take care of her

Family vacation/road trip

Roland is scared of something (darkness, or whatever) and he is ashamed. Henry tells him that until this day he is still scared of (insert something)

Regina snores while sleeping with Robin.

Robin doesn't know how to work a toaster.

Robin tries to steal Regina’s cab.

Sex goes horribly wrong and they laugh about it

Roland loses Robin's bow

Kissing in the rain

Modern day AU where they are cosplayers and meet at a Comic Con

Roland wants to be the evil queen for Halloween

Sex on the kitchen table

Robin accidentally gets Regina the flowers she hates most.

Robin is allergic to something and Regina accidentally feeds it to him.

Robin and Roland miss Regina and video call her.

Regina takes Robin and Roland to the beach for the very first time.

Henry decides he wants to be a vegetarian so Regina and Robin follow suit as moral support, but they're secretly sneaking bacon, chicken wings and pepperoni pizza into their room.

Regina and Robin talking over what Zelena did to him.

Robin and Regina putting her heart back in after Zelena took it for her spell.

Regina remembering Robin is still chained to a tree after the shattered sight spell is over.

Regina and Robin take roland for ice cream for the first time (Roland being introduced to her). Leading to the scene we saw of them walking hand in hand, on the way to grannies.

Missing year: Snow ships oq! And however that manifests, maybe Regina realised she's been trying to match make with the two of them? Snow goes to Robin to talk about Regina cos she's worried?

Regina thinks Robin may be cheating on her with his ex Marian... until they introduce her to Mulan, her girlfriend.

Party of Five AU. Henry has to take care of the Hood-Mills kids after OQ dies.

Canon divergent oneshot where Robin crashes Regina's wedding hoping to steal some jewels and fancy plates but ends up stealing her instead.

Roland finds two kittens, they love Regina the most.

A walk in the woods / on the beach.

Cuddling during a flight.

Robin & Regina hide the dagger…

Robin is a comic-strip artist and an owner of comic book store. He creates a new super heroine inspired by his favorite customer Regina, who he admires from afar.

How the EQ responds to Robins proposal/first time they see each other after the arrow.

D!OQ first kiss.

D!OQ stealing from the rich together so kinda bandit EQ.

Robins birthday....Regina bakes him a cake and probably has some other surprises for him!!

Regina asking Robin to move in with her.

How S3 should have ended...no Marion coming back nonsense. Them having a nice family dinner at granny's and Regina asking Robin if he wanted to go home with her,for their first night together.

Any domestic OQ kitchen chores with Regina in one of Robins shirts.

Them having a conversation about her cutting her hair, why did she do it, him running his fingers through it.

Henry catching them in a compromising position somewhere.

Regina watching Robin sleep the morning after the vault before she gets up and dressed.

A lot more vault blanks filled in. Did she question/was there any conversation after the initial kiss? Where'd they go? What exactly happened?

Regina having a hard time on Roland's first day of school.

Any and all oq wedding scenarios.

Robin seeing Marion in the underworld (or getting to do anything in the underworld).

Jealous Robin in Camelot.

Hogwarts AU where Robin is the Gryffindor Guy who falls for the Slytherin girl Regina.

Regina and Roland use magic mirrors as walkie talkies.

Robin is called to the principal's office after Roland gets in a fight with a kid who said mean things about Regina.

Sliding Doors AU.

Roland opens a lemonade stand.

Robin has to sub in for Regina at a Parent Teachers Association meeting for school.

Robin discovers bacon. (bonus points for sexy kitchen shenanigans)

Henry protects Roland from bullies.

Regina is bad at camping but then saves Roland from bears.

Robin and Regina watch Game of Thrones together. Robin thinks Regina would have given Cersei a run for her money. Also Regina's dragon is cooler than Dany's dragons.

The Notebook AU

Dark OQ masquerading as real OQ.

Regina gets drunk and wanders into Robin's camp late at night...either to yell at him, or fuck him (or both).  she ends up breaking his tent.

Regina owns a bar and Robin is a regular who has a secret crush on her.

Robin and Regina meet at a singles vacation resort, have a blast together, and agree not to see each other when vacation is over.  But then someone breaks that agreement....

Bandit!Regina and Robin get captured by Nottingham and have to find a way to get out of the cell.

Wish Nottingham also comes over to the Enchanted Forest with Wish!Robin and The Evil Queen.

Regina and Robin meet at the principals office after their children are caught fighting.

Robin has amnesia.  He falls in love with his Regina, his doctor.

Regina and Wish!Robin get married in the EF.

Despite cursing herself with infertility, Regina becomes pregnant.  She talks to Robin about her confusion as to what this means.

Regina and Robin meet at a grief counseling session.

Blind date.

Regina or Robin suffers a sex related injury.

Regina's hair is curly and Robin likes.

Henry asks Robin for advice on girls.

Roland tells Regina that he is scared that someone will take his papa away.

Roland asks Regina to be his mother for "Bring Your Mom To School Day"

Regina enchants Roland's birthday cake so whatever he wishes for comes true.

Skype sex.

Regina and Robin meet in a club.  There's instant attraction and smut ensues.

Henry is a child actor who gets fired by some douchey TV producers, Regina and Robin comfort him.

Henry and Roland have their first fight.

Regina gets hit by a car and Robin is a good samaritan who helps her.

Missing year. A drunken Regina confesses her attraction to Robin.

Robin gets drunk and tells John he thinks he's falling in love with the evil queen.

MissingYear sick!Regina with Robin taking care of her.

s7 setting, cursed Robin (with another name), Seattle university professor, goes out for a drink after a rough day at a bar he usually avoids as he knows many of his students frequent there, making eyes to the 'zesty and feisty' bar owner. When he meets her, he understands why... What he doesn't understand is why his heart flutters the moment she speaks to him nor does she get why a strange tattoo on his arm seems strangely familiar.

Based on BBC's Sherlock, Regina as Irene Adler and Robin as Sherlock Holmes, but with their own unique touch to it... What happens when insane consulting criminal Gold hires a well known dominatrix to take out the world's most genius detective? How does her mind that matches his own manage to make him feel something he had never felt before???

He's a loner, willingly avoiding human contact and emotional connection after the unexpected loss of his wife (and child... I know I'm bad). He's given an AI program that talks to him as if it were a real person. Her voice intrigues him, her responses are clever and witty... She sounds so real.... If only she were. Is she?

Just Like Heaven au. He's in a coma. She's moving in to his apartment, but his spirit seems to have other ideas. How can they coexist? And can she bring him back?

Henry jumps from realm to realm searching for Robin's soul. When he crashes Cinderella's carriage, he discovers this new realm hides way more surprises than he thought... Like exiled souls that search for a way back.

Bandit Regina gets arrested under Prince John's command... Funnily enough someone she considered her rival occupies the cell right next to hers. Can they work together to escape? Can they trust each other with their freedom and life?

Grown up (and quite magical) Robyn discovers the truth about her conception and the unfair loss of her father... Needless to say, she holds a huge grudge, but when she faces Regina about it, she discovers how deeply her aunt has been hurt over that loss and how she hid her pain all those years…

After Robyn searches for her brother, the two share a talk about their past, their father and Regina.... She listens from afar, tears running down her face, as she recalls so many moments in which she felt she'd be truly happy like she always planned with him... Funnily enough, he listens too.. And makes sure she knows he does. And that his children do too.

House MD AU. She's his boss, he's a smart pain in the ass yet the most brilliant mind she has in her hospital... And one of her oldest acquaintances as well. When she searches for a way to have a child and tries in vitro... He's the only one she trusts with the injections... But he objects to her having a child with someone she doesn't know... Will she listen?

Robin meets Regina in Seattle and they fall for each other again not recognizing who the other is. When the curse breaks (and we all bawl our eyes out with them cause they found each other after three billion years) robin reveals he has a huge thing for Regina in curls... After he does, she embraces her natural wave almost permanently.

Outlaw queen adopting a baby

Hood Mills family getting their first pet

Robin telling Regina he can't have children.

Regina coming out as bisexual or pansexual.

Robin proposing to Regina in the forest.

Robin getting his first job in Storybrooke.

Robin coming out as bisexual or pansexual.

Regina teaching Robin how to use modern things.

(AU) Robin didn't die, he ends up in the new town (and is cursed too), meets Regina and he can feel the connection but he can't remember anything. They develop a relationship and break the curse with a true love kiss.

(Young OQ AU) Regina is dating Robin and she can't wait to go to prom with him but something happens and she can't go so Robin organize a romantic dinner in her garden.

Sunday morning breakfast

Dealing with Regina's period [ex. cramps, moodiness, extra horny, etc.]

Midnight snack

Bartender AU [one owns the bar, the other is a bartender, sparks fly, love unfolds, etc.]

Robin & Regina meet & fall in love in their 50's.

“South Pacific" AU.

There are a few prompts for certain writers that I will send out individually.

Video specific prompts:

The Winner Takes It All - Regina, Robin, Zelena/Marian

Bluebird

Sanctuary (Nashville OST)

Uptown Girl

Art specific prompts:

Banner to use for the fic Happiness Can't Be Arranged by grayautumnsky (OQ meets Jane Austen)

WW2 AU by grayautumnsky - Robin is a Nazi soldier during the occupation of France. If this were a manip (doesn't have to be), the pics of Sean from Timeless would be perfect. As for Regina, when I think of her in this fic I always picture the character Sira from The Time In Between (which is set during WW2).

Regina & Robin reading legends about him (a canon scene which we've never seen). And if I can ask for anything else: I'm so weak for DimplesQueen, I'd love to see a drawing of them&Robin

Robin & Regina go on vacation. 

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This particular Star Wars verse is set during - after (depending on partner’s preference honestly) the Force Awakening storyline, this verse finds Petra on the side of the universe controlled by the remnants of the Empire that have reformed themselves into the First Order.  While I have seen the movie, the majority of the information that I’m referencing here are what I was able to find, history wise and ‘environment’ wise as to how the First Order was formed and what was happening on the side of the universe that they sprang up on, versus the side that the New Republic and the Rebel Order etc. were primarily based on (mostly because let’s be real do I ever make things easier for Petra?).

To create this verse more fully in my head, I will be drawing not only on the movies, but on a lot of the general atmosphere provided by the various series of books published over the decades (and yes, I realize that almost all of those are half considered invalidated because of the direction of the latest movie, so specific content as in people and events probably won’t be referenced, but they were still excellent source material for the genre itself).  I will also be referencing my several years experience in running RP games based on the D20 RP guides published in… the 2000′s I think(?) in terms of experience, classes, types of people, basic knowledge of skills, abilities, etc. though that’s really not all anything you guys need to know I just figured I’d share where most of the background cast, planets, terminologies and things that I might use come from.  ESPECIALLY when it comes to the technical terminologies and what not of the ships and engines and weapons omg.)

THE VERSE ITSELF

        The remnants of the Empire had retreated to other areas of the galaxy and reformed, gathering their resources and licking their wounds and trying again.  Many of the methods used to control the masses in the side of the universe controlled by the First Order are similar to those used during wartime by the extreme political influences: a rewriting of history and events to ensure that the First Order / Empire shone brightly and that the Rebellion and Republic were crafted the thieves, the guerrilla warfare tactic employing insurgents that employed brutal assassination and mass murder techniques, enslaving planets and diverting resources to the rich while the poor became poorer and sicker and died, etc. even as the First Order formed work camps and prisons that were nothing more than work camps for those that did not fall into line, those that did not buy the company line or those that had been involved in the military or bureaucracy and had come to see the truth of what the First Order was doing and had wanted to blow the whistle, etc.

       I am assuming tactics like political prisoners, taking over entire planets with a naturally small planet to consume their resources (while making the natives in turn do the effort and take the risks), taking residence on planets that had mainly mineral resources and importing prisoners to mine, or to create factories, etc. were all fairly common occurrences, though very much ‘overlooked’ and ignored by the general populace if they were even known about.  Working with all of these premises in mind, I have opted to start Petra out on the low end of things (big shocker) and have her as one of the people confined to a work camp – a machinery factory.  And yes, I know droids are typically employed to create all the machine parts and compile them in the Star Wars verse, but I am working on the concept that just like in real life, there are certain things that need a fine tuning or a certain touch or tweak to work properly that a machine wouldn’t be able to compute properly OR that there are times when it was just plain CHEAPER to use the alien / human work force (especially if only the most minimal of healthcare / emergency facilities were offered, being cheaper just to replace the worker with the next in line than fix them, or to repair machines that would become jammed, broken, wear down over time etc.).

       This time, however, I’m going to shake things up a bit and instead of having her in retreat from her skills when it comes to music, composing, playing, performing – downplaying her looks and her features and sensuality etc. she’s going to be on the deprived side of things not by choice but by environment and will be seeking to use her skills to find any way, pretty much LITERALLY, that she can improve her lifestyle using any form of spying, bartering information, goods, blackmailing, smuggling supplies, bartering herself, anything, to get her out of her environment and into the cushier side of things, or maybe even all the way to a planet on the opposite side of the verse… or even better, one somewhere that was so far away from the conflict that they would never, ever be bothered by the building conflicts in the remainder of the universe.

       By hook and crook, Petra has managed to work her way into the foreman’s good graces at the factory that she currently works in and while she does spend some of her time on the factory floor, she spends a few hours a day in the office, entering data and dealing with directing information, filling out shipping and order forms, so on and so forth.  While this does have some perks, such as more food and being in a warmer place several hours of the day and showers and sometimes fresh, clean clothes, etc. the ire and jealousy that she receives from others does not necessarily make it pay off – until she comes across a certain piece of information about shipments that are being arranged off the books, small quantities but nearly constantly, adding up to a fair amount of both raw ore and the parts that are being created at the factory and she reaches out to find just what kind of step up in the universe this particular information might gain her – hopefully to be the first of many.