powerless saiki realizing for the first time how terrifying it is to never know for sure if people are being genuine or not. he can't even take a good guess because, with his powers spoiling him all his life, he never developed the social skills to tell. he has so much trouble even meeting people's eyes.
so, he develops even worse trust issues and somehow even more severe social anxiety. (which is awful for him because he already had that with his powers and a lot of it was CAUSED BY his powers, so he thought that maybe this would help calm it down. not only did it not get rid of it in the first place because surprise, kusuo, its a disorder you have thatll never go away, but it also ended up making it WORSE? what. the fuck.)
anyway, he starts avoiding everyone in his life because of this. he was already fearful of them betraying him one day even with his powers (cat tank situation amplified this to hell too..) so now he is absolutely terrified and so insecure and convinced that theyre all gonna turn on him someday and he wont know !! what if they all secretly start hating him and talk badly about him together behind his back ?? especially now that his awful social skills are on full display, how could he think they would LIKE him ?? nah, hes out.
all his friends are so confused because there was such a quick switch and it was seemingly totally random, he just suddenly started acting weird one day and now hes just avoiding them all? he jumps every time they even try to come up to him and will literally just turn around and run off, thats so concerning ?? what happened ??
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He is Magic...
He asks me,
“Why do you like me?”
As if, I could, easily, breathe out an answer.
As if, it’s as simple as saying, ‘You light up when regarding something you’re passionate about, and how, ‘Your smile, will send me to my knees,’
As if, ‘Your eyes, are like the stars in a night sky, brilliantly shining, but encompassed by darkness,’ would do you justice.
As if, I could utter the words, ‘Your kiss, spins my heart like a top atop a table.’
As if, I’d even imagine, speaking those, sour, typical words like, ‘You’re smart, kind, strong, ambivalent, courageous, and powerful. You have been through so much, and yet you still put yourself out there with the possibility of getting hurt again.’
While all these words, ring like the bells of truth high above the church..
It’s not The Reason.
The Reason, for me is, hard to explain.
He is such a sight to see: A raven, wings spread wide, soaring through the sky only to land atop the highest part, of the tallest tree, only to rest for a moment, then off again.
A reminder everything is fleeting, take time to rest and heal.
He is such a sensation to feel. A raging river, forcing me down stream, battering me against rocks, only to be swept into a hard rooted, cool, calm, clear, stagnant pool to rest. A reminder that no one is perfect, we all have our raging storms to endure.
He has such an aromatically, fragrant, scent. Like that of warm sugar vanilla, the most magical smell in all the world. Or is it something like, taking an inestimable breath, the moment, you step out of the car, when you arrive in a heavily wooded area. Or even the smoke from a campfire, the burning wood, the smoke that will follow you anywhere. He is an Immeasurably, profoundly, deep breath of Fresh air. A reminder to stop, and reflect on the important things in this life.
He is such a flavor to savor and, oh, how he sat upon my tongue. The aura of my favorite ice cream, melting, leaking down my throat. He swirled his tongue, against mine, I have never tasted anything sweeter. He slides down my esophagus to my heart, where he then sits, and starts a fire. A reminder that everything is precious, some things are so worth the scar on your heart.
He is such a melody to discover and experience. I hear a lead guitar emanating from each breath, I hear the steady drum of his heart. Full of agonizing, anguish. He laughs in the face of that hurricane of contradictions. It has to be Mozart, the power and rage. It rings in my ears with such a determined ferocity, fire engulfs my body. A reminder that we are all different, yet all contain symphonies within.
How can I put into words, that which, I have never been able to describe.
The only word, in the english language, that even comes close, is,
Love.
He emits love and empathy like the ocean emits waves.
He tells me he doesn’t know who he is,
I say he is eternal.
He says, “I don't know who I am, or, who I am turning into.”
But I do.
I know who you are.
You are ever evolving, you forced your way out of that cocoon.
You have gone through, tremendous, heartbreak, and many life lessons,
You turned into goo, nothing left of you, only to emerge in spring.
You are, the caterpillar turned butterfly, sitting on a tree branch, letting his wing develop.
You don’t know how to fly. Yet.
I want to show you how to leave that tree, and trust in yourself.
I want to show you how, even though, life is hard and scary,
How to spread your wings
Jump off that branch, let the air catch you.
Of course, that is what it’s there for.
The prosperity and abundance of powerful vulnerability.
It will be, so, worth it, to acquire the knowledge of your own value,
That you can, in fact, fly all by yourself.
I’ll take this first leap with you, only to show you how it’s done.
So you don’t feel forsaken, or forgotten, in a formidable, flash of a moment.
I will recount, rehearse, recite and reveal
All my wisdom, all the sacrifices I made, in vain, to Gods long lost to the people.
Amidst my long, lengthy, lonely, life,
Lessons learned, that left me, on the edge of a cliff,
Standing, toes hanging off of this monumental, mammoth of a mountain
Looking a long way down,
Ready to throw myself off.
I did, however, learn from my errors in judgment.
I learned,
One can really only hope to understand that:
There is no light without darkness and
There is no darkness without light.
Great delight can be found amongst the desolate gray clouds making a starless night.
Yet, on the same page,
Solemn loneliness, can be found, even in times of pure, blissful joy.
Pain, steals light, and can darken the heart.
Honesty, humility, and love, can bring it to beat again.
I learned that, all anyone can ask of us, is to
Learn from our mistakes,
Be patient, be kind, be humble
Imbue and uphold honesty.
Be wild, without causing damage.
-Raven Blue Bell
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Saw your how Mario would react if he saw Bowser hurting Luigi post (https://www.tumblr.com/multicolour-ink/722130625330577408/how-would-you-think-mario-would-react-if-he) and I loved it. But it also got me thinking: How would Luigi react if he saw Bowser hurting Mario?
If we assume that Luigi didn't already see Bowser beating Mario up in Brooklyn when he was hiding in the dumpster - then not very good.
Listen. These bros would fight to help to each other. Even if Mario is the more physical, impulsive fighter than Luigi...that doesn't mean that Luigi would not lose his mind over the idea of Mario being hurt.
If the roles were reversed (if Bowser was holding Mario in his hand and Luigi was being held back) Luigi would lose it. He would scream and cry, begging Bowser not to hurt his brother. He would try to run up to him, try to wriggle out of the grasp of the minions holding him back.
I also believe that when Mario feels helpless, the more desperate he becomes. But the more helpless Luigi feels (especially if his brother is in the hands of an enemy), the more angry he gets. Luigi is the more emotional of the two, and wears his heart on his sleeve. The second Bowser's claw comes close to Mario's throat, the more Luigi's rage builds...He screams louder than anyone in the room has ever heard him.
Bowser laughs at this display. But he also can't help but feel a little afraid...
Afterwards, when all is settled and right, the bros hug each other tight and Luigi's rage submits into full wrenched sobs ;_;
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