#tried something different for the manga caps

[kakuriyo]

CAPTAIN TRIO for @gizaoyas

[boinin]

One last point—Niko and Zantetsu rock up to Nagi's dorm deliberately, but the lengths they go to find him... Tracking the wet floor marks? Genius.

Niko does so with purpose, and I'd like to highlight the way this was implied early on in the main manga. Even the way Hiiragi goes, huh—this is the guy you two wanted to see? indicates the precision in how Niko plans their 3V3 match-up.

Throwback to the volume 9 omake:

We know Niko's a strategist; Zantetsu is a reliable forward and defender, when directed by someone with good playmaking sense (see how Reo uses him in Team V's first selection matches).

The "someone [Niko] can actually talk to" turns out to be Hiiragi, who seems to have a reasonable level of intelligence and calm. His playstyle is a mystery, so I'm curious to see how he fits into among the others. He may be an excellent passer, like Hiori, or maybe something we haven't seen before.

Anyway, I love that Niko looked at his team, decided let's ball, then tried poaching the best player from his stratum... on a team that also arguably has that stratum's second best player. Before even commencing a match, Niko gets the rules of the second selection, understanding that success there is driven by individual talent more than teamwork overall (while still looking to cover his own shortcomings). In addition, he recognises Nagi's prodigy, and believes he can nurture it in the absence of Reo.

Such an underrated character. He's a mirror of Isagi in many ways, or like a shadow. They have similar talents, but their paths to the top are very different.

Still, this 3V3 didn't work out for Niko. The second stage results don't give us a whole lot of insight into how the other teams were formed... but Hiiragi/Niko weren't a duo that could ultimately triumph.

We know Hiiragi and Niko lose Zantetsu to Nagi's team. Then, they must have won once (to pick up a third player), then lost twice (allowing Hiiragi and Niko to be stolen, respectively). Alternatively, they go on to win twice, then lose (when Hiiragi is stolen)... then lose again (Niko is stolen). Bear in mind, this is in addition to the three days it took Rin's team to steal Isagi and emerge as a 5V5 team.

The second selection timeline will forever bug me, because the final numbers were capped, and the qualifiers were up against many other teams. With 24 hours between each match, surely playing 4+ matches like Hiiragi and Niko would have jeopardised their odds of qualifying overall? Yet, neither Hiiragi nor Niko's teams were last to qualify.

I guess... the teams made up of mob characters were so afraid of disqualification, they didn't seek matches at all? It's something chapter 58 alludes to. Kind of hilarious in retrospect: if they had just gone on and beaten one another, they'd have easily won out on time over the last three or four qualifying teams. Fortune favours the brave in Blue Lock.

[autisticgirliesbracket]

What makes Asa Mitaka from Chainsaw Man the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

Asa-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a manga panel of Asa in the top right corner, she has been edited to be wearing a blue cap with the words "Please be patient I have autism" printed on the front. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"Goes to the aquarium with a guy and infodumps about sea anemonies."

"I kin her unironically. Unbelievable social awkward. Goes to an aquarium date where she spends the entire time explaining facts about the Animals fully in an attempt to impress her date. She must be avenged from the ADHD vs Autism bracket. Is isolated from her peers. Chronically lonely but won't open up to anyone(not sure if that's an Autism thing or just a personal problem probably a combination of both) Have you read the Manga?"

"has a VERY hard time with social interaction"

"She is absolutely baffled by everything + doesn't get most things at first"

"there's an extended scene where she flirts with a boy by lecturing him about sea anemone life cycles, breeding patterns, and other extended trivia. the whole time she is thinking to herself "he must be falling in love with me right about now. this is an irresistible date." "

"Literally infodumps to the boy shes on a date with for like 3 straight pages and then goes "i'm so alluring. he definetely wants me now" "

"from the scene that was all over tumblr where she infodumps about starfish on an aquarium date and considers this her Ultimate Seduction Technique. a guy on reddit literally got diagnosed because he could relate to her. it's awesome"

"Tried to impress a guy on a date by monologuing starfish facts about him, was genuinely astonished that that didn't drive him wild with desire. Also she's sharing her body with a horsewoman of the apocalypse but that's unrelated."

"If her long-winded rant about sea creatures as an attempt to seduce someone wasn't enough, then a lot of her trauma is based around being ostracized for being weird and quiet. She doesn't understand people but wants companionship anyways, even if shes also afraid of it."

"She feels disconnected to her peers. She literally infodumps while on a date for thirty minutes about starfish. She doesn't see this as a social faux pas, but rather something any sane person would do. (Basically, doesn't realize this is abnormal.) She misses social cues frequently. She feels below average empathy, I'd say. Asa also said she wanted to die after embarrassing herself in public. That doesn't mean she's autistic or anything, but I'm autistic and I do it a lot. Also, I'm autistic and I relate to her, so she kind of has a peer reviewed diagnosis by me lol."

"Socially awkward and prone to info dumping."

"shes cringe fail and has no idea what shes doing ever i love her so much (shes just like me fr"

"I’m sure you’ve seen her failgirl cringe aquarium infordump that she’s sure will charm any boy (note: fails to charm the world’s loosest teenage boy.) She sucks at a lot of social stuff but also doesn’t get why and just thinks she’s wrong or cursed or smth. Likes animals over people. Doesn’t have a single friend until another loner who happens to be more extroverted basically adopts her as her friend."

"1) thought lecturing her date about sea creatures for like 30 minutes each would impress him and make him like her and was confused when he wasn’t into it (I would be into it tho it’s ok bby he just has adhd). 2) had the date planned out to the MINUTE and told the poor guy to shut up when he wanted to do something different. Literally a formula for how to have fun and she thought it was foolproof. 3) encyclopedic knowledge of sea creatures either points to a special interest and/or she just decided to research all that shit the night before for the date (she did say she went to the library in preparation), either way. tism I love her I’m rotating her in my brain" End ID.]

[meeblo]

A Light Spark in Darkness

(Spoilers for the full story of A Light Spark in Darkness)

As the title alludes to, I finished reading through A Light Spark in Darkness earlier today. It was, as I'd heard it would be, quite good; more than just being good, however, it surprised me in the ways it was good.

I'd heard that Goldenglow was depressed, that she really went through it in the event, but I wasn't expecting the manner in which it happened. I was expecting it to be more narrative suffering, well written but not realistically arbitrary. Seeing her instead have to deal with the indifferent cruelty of circumstance as all that she had managed to carve out was burned away entirely due to a conflict that she was not (yet) involved with at all. I also didn't expect it to happen so early in the event. I expected it to happen halfway, but instead it caps off the first vignette.

This is a good way to segue into the next thing that pleasantly surprised me: the story's structure. Telling it nonlinearly like they did, following different PoVs through fragments of the events and going further in time with each one, was a fascinating way to tell the story that worked very well. Apart from the initial vignette, every other one benefits from the dramatic irony of knowing key events that will happen because you have seen them in the other vignettes.

Back to the story, there were some things that definitely stood out to me. Goldenglow, on the edge of committing suicide, is talked back from the edge by a dying Haze. Neither knew the others' connection to the Green Spark or the fire. Haze saves Susie, and then in turn Susie desperately tries to save Haze. The whole sequence of scenes is an excellent demonstration of both of their characters. Haze knows what it's like to have her dreams destroyed; she lost everything in the witch's forest. She knew what needed to be said to keep Susie from jumping. It's her kindness and care for others that keeps Susie going, and it's her kindness that has her push so hard to try and save Haze.

It was great seeing Grani again. It was very satisfying seeing her push back against the corruption in the local guard. Quercus was likewise interesting. But the real standout I haven't mentioned already was, of course, Red. He was great every time he was on screen.

I was definitely taken off guard by the main story connections and implications the event had, especially in its last vignette. Taking place prior to ep10 but after ep8, we hear about things like the dukes all moving towards Londinium. Reunion remnants have arrived in Victoria, and are making transactions with none other than the man himself, Cannot Goodenough. They score a new method of transportation, and Elba (please Hypergryph I am begging you for an official TL of the op team a1 manga, the fan TL I found only goes up to ch6) catches up with an old friend. It seems like Cannot's partnership with Reunion here is what might lead him to get the prospective investment system tech from Djikstra. Or at least, that's what I headcanon; one of Cannot's lines when the investment system crashes mentions a "Mr. D."

At first Cannot was just the funny suspicious merchant who shows up in roguelike gamemodes and takes a nonsensical currency no one else seems to use, but the more he appears in events like this and Vigilo the more I wonder if he genuinely might be critically plot important in the grand scheme of the story. He clearly has a grand agenda behind the scenes. He works with Rusthammer, Rhodes Island, and Reunion, all for the sake of finding people willing to change the existing world order. He wants the people of terra to stop their petty wars for power, territory, and control, and turn their attention towards the real threats like the seaborn writhing beneath the waves and the demons in the far north, as well as something mentioned to be deep underground. Who is he, really? Are those the blood tentacles of a vampire sarkaz, or something else entirely?

Tangents aside, this event story is very good. Arknights continues to impress me with its story at every turn. Goldenglow out of ten, I will be buying her skin.

[starstruckkittensweets]

“A Dance with the Devil” | Dabi x Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia  Pairing: Dabi x Reader Words: 6.2k 

A/N: This is my very first attempt at writing for a non AoT character, and of course it had to be this guy! On my recent rewatch of MHA to prepare for Season 6 my crush on him was reignited (no pun intended I swear) and now with recent events in the anime and manga I’ve fallen into a hole I can’t seem to get out of. I started this as some basic angst/comfort, but it quickly morphed into something I couldn’t really stop writing. So here’s roughly 6k words of shameless self-indulgent comfort, fluff, flirting, suggestive talk, and awkward pining over some cigarettes and booze. The title’s partially inspired by that “dance with the devil in the pale moonlight” quote, honestly I had a really tough time coming up with a title for this because titles aren’t my thing! But I think it works for what it is. This is also my first time writing for him so I apologize if it’s a little choppy in some places; but I hope you guys enjoy! Oh and happy birthday Dabi you menace to society! 

Warnings: mostly SFW, smoking, alcohol consumption, suggestive language, Reader can be very insecure at times, Dabi is an asshole but he tries his best to comfort Reader, this is just very self indulgent and I want to give him a hug and maybe a kiss or two

He’s waiting for you on the rooftop, in your usual spot at the edge. A lit cigarette hanging from his fingertips, flicking the ash down on the city streets below. At the scuffle of your shoes on the stone he shoots you his trademark smirk, motioning to the tiny cooler at his heels.

“About time you showed up.” You give him a shrug as he settles down on the edge with his legs dangling below, practically pulling you down to join him. “Worried you might skip out on me, doll.”

“I had…” Your throat runs dry beneath that burning blue gaze. “…Just had some shit to do.”

He reaches into the cooler and pulls out a beer for himself, before pressing a bottle of cider into your palms. He’s always teased you for your dislike of beer—the way your face scrunches up at the tiniest drop on your tongue, the way it seems to suck out every bit of moisture from your mouth. It took you guys a while to find a drink that didn’t make your insides squirm. Finally settling on a brand of hard cider that was too sweet for his taste, but gave you just the right amount of liquid courage to keep these little midnight trysts afloat.

The bottle opener hanging from your keys trembles against your fingers; you can barely fit the cap into the little slit before Dabi’s hands close over your own, snapping it off in one swift movement. You mumble a quick thanks before tipping back the bottle, hoping to drown out the low chuckle he gives in liquid fire. Or the sight of that damn cigarette barely hanging on between his lips.

“Thought my presence didn’t make you blush anymore,” he croons, and all you can think of is how to make the alcohol work any faster than it already does. “Nice to see it still works, though.”

“It doesn’t…”

But your voice dies in your throat as you nurse the bottle close to your chest, counting the lights of the city sprawled below. It used to be able to calm you down, sitting up here at night, with or without the company of someone else. But tonight it’s different, and no matter how many sips of cider slide down your throat, you can still feel that heavy weight against your chest.

Crushing you until you can barely breathe. Reminding you of just how tired you are, how much of a failure you can be—how much you already are—

“Doll.”

Your jaw tightens when you look over at him. His fingers are already tracing the fabric of your jacket, just above your shoulder.

“…Yeah?”

“You’re quiet tonight.”

“Oh… It’s okay, I’m—”

“Tell me what’s bothering you.”

Oh.

You clear your throat again before raising the bottle one more time. “Nothing’s bothering me, I’m fine. I promise!” It’s the same lie you tell yourself every other day, hoping that just this time, it’ll actually be true. “Nothing you have to worry about, I swear. I’m all—ah!”

His palm is suddenly pressed against the mouth of the bottle, your lips barely brushing over the skin of his knuckles. You yank yourself back as far as you can—with his arm still around you of course—as he plucks the drink from your hands and holds it up to his face. The glass glints against the moonlight, painting his face in a pretty amber shade.

“More than halfway done. You never drink this much this fast. So tell me,” his voice is deeper now, making you tremble all over again, “what’s bothering you?”

Fuck, he’s right! You’re not the fastest when it comes to drinking alcohol—you both know he comes in first in that regard. But from the looks of his beer on the slab of stone beside him, he’s probably had three or four sips tops. And here you are making a fool of yourself, knocking it back like you’re some idiotic girl who’s just gone through her first breakup.

“…I didn’t think you were that observant, Dabi,” you try to brush him off with a laugh, but it only makes him tighten his grip on your shoulder. And then your insides are twisting up again, your fingers itching to grab ahold of something.

Answer him already. He’s caught you, it’s too late to try to save this.

“…Just had a shit day at work… Well, a shit week, more like it.”

But how is that different from any other week at work? It’s always the same, every day rolling by as slowly as possible, little events and annoyances piling up on top of one another until the tears start spilling. Until the weight in your chest becomes too much to handle, and you end up shutting yourself away from the rest of the world to scream into your hands—or a pillow, whatever’s closest to you at the moment.

But it’s not just work—sometimes it’s the neighbors across the hall or next door, others it’s family members with their incessant poking and prodding, or maybe it’s just a random stranger on the street who’s too focused with their own problems to make room for anyone else’s.

Grin and bear it. Be as nice as you can be. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Everyone likes to see a smile, right? So smile until you can’t, until your face begins to ache.

Even if they don’t always smile back.

“I’m just…tired. And I know I shouldn’t be, but I guess I am.” Fuck, why are you even telling him all of this? It’s not like he cares, right?

He’s got more pressing matters to deal with. More important things to worry about, besides your sudden change of mood.

“Sorry, I know I’m being stupid…” Your tongue feels thick against your lips, nails biting into the skin of your palms.

“It’s not stupid if it’s makin’ you this upset.” He drags his thumb below your eye, catching a lone tear before it can fall down your cheek.

No, don’t cry, don’t you fucking start, not now, please not now!

“I…”

You swallow hard and reach for the bottle, whimpering as he holds it just out of arm’s length. You don’t want to feel like this anymore—like you’re a burden, a child, so fucking helpless you have to be coddled.

“One more—just one more sip—”

“Not if you’re gonna suck it all down one go.”

His voice is firm, almost enough to get you to stop reaching for the bottle. But he’s quick to place it down beside his beer, before catching your wrists in his hands. You can’t bear to look him in the eye, instead staring down at the line of staples holding his hands together. Your cheeks are flared up as he leans in close; you can practically taste the smoke on his breath from the cigarette he’s been nursing all night. The same one that’s currently burning on the rim of his beer can, lying forgotten as he brings you close to his chest.

“B-but I—”

“’S fine,” he mumbles, pressing his scarred cheek against your temple.

You snap your mouth shut. What is he doing? He’s never this tender, never one to initiate any kind of touch on his own, unless it’s inherently sexual. The closest you’ve ever gotten was holding hands when the nights got too cold—and he wouldn’t let you live it down as you sat there in your apartment shivering, at least three blankets already wrapped around your shoulders, practically begging for him to warm you up.

He’s never shown any physical interest in you like this, apart from the constant flirting and lighthearted smirks he’s thrown your way over the last year or so you’ve known each other. Never gripped your arms or kissed your cheek or even hugged you. Apart from tugging you down onto the couch and pressing his chest against your back. But you know better than to think there’s more to those touches. You know better than to expect that kind of affection from a man like Dabi.

So then…why now?

With a shaky breath, you squeeze your eyes shut and begin to speak. “I’m just…tired and pissed. Tired of being the only one around here who seems to give a damn. Tired of feeling like nothing I do is good enough—no matter how hard I try. It’s just so…fucking frustrating!”

Your eyes are no longer hot with tears; instead your nails are cutting into your palms, teeth bared against the chill of the night air.

“I try and try and smile as much as I can, but it never gets me anywhere, and I’m just so damn sick of it! And some people only make it worse—no, most people do! But if they don’t really care then why should I? Maybe that’s my fault though, for expecting too much from…”

Your voice dies in your throat when you feel a faint tremble against your fingers. You hadn’t realized that, in the midst of your ranting, you’d grabbed ahold of the lapels of Dabi’s jacket, and now the man was snickering against the top of your head as he cages you in against his chest.

…What the fuck?

“Fuckin’ hell, doll,” he breathes out in a gentle voice, “if I’d known you’d look as hot as you do when you’re pissed off I would’ve ramped it up ages ago.”

Is…is he serious? You roll your eyes and shove him away, nearly knocking over the pair of drinks resting at his side.

“Shut up! I’m practically pouring my heart out and all you can do is laugh, asshole!”

But you’re giggling alongside him, despite everything. It’s weak and pitiful, but at least you’re not crying anymore. And your chest does feel a bit lighter now…

You hold out your hands for the bottle of cider, putting on your best puppy dog pleading face…to no avail as he stubs out his forgotten cigarette and reaches into his coat pocket for a fresh one.

“Don’t know, doll. I don’t want you getting sick or passing out on me.”

“C’mon, just give it to me.” At least the air is less tense. The two of you are back to normal for now. “I won’t pass out, I’ll take it slow. Now give me the drink!”

“Mmm… Dunno.” He slips a second cigarette through his lips and lights it with the tiniest blue flame from the tip of his finger.

“You got it for me in the first place, it’s not like you’re gonna drink it yourself. Now give it to me!”

“You mean the drink or something else? ’Cause I can think of a couple other things to give you right now, dollface.”

“Stop it, you know that’s not what I mean!” You shove his shoulder as hard as you can, eliciting a smug laugh from his lips. “Come on now!”

But then he leans in close—so close you can spot the little rusting staples on the corners of his mouth. “Only if you say the magic word.”

“…You’re joking.”

“Not in the slightest.” And the little upward twitch of his eyebrow pushes you over the edge.

You groan and throw your hands up in defeat. “Such a pain in the ass, fine then! I’ll do it!” Acting like you’re fucking five years old again…

A deep breath fills your chest, as you shift your eyes to meet his own. He takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke directly into your face.

“…Please? Pretty please?”

“Ooh, I love when you beg for me like that,” he says slyly, and just when you prepare to swat that stupid cigarette right out of his mouth, he’s hovering the bottle of cider over your outstretched palms. “Take it slow. No need to get yourself wasted for the wrong reasons, doll.”

You huff out a soft “thanks” before taking the smallest sip you can muster, well aware of those bright blue eyes on your body. When you’re done you let out a sigh, watching him as he takes another drag, a coil of smoke pooling past his mismatched lips.

“Although,” he continues with a smirk, “I like watching you speak your mind. Should do it more often; let everyone know what you really think of ’em.”

“Ah, I don’t know about that…” You clear your throat when some of the smoke slips past your nose. “I’m not…very good at that.”

“Seemed to be just fine a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah, well…I guess you’re the exception, then.” Unfortunately.

“Aww, I’m flattered.” He presses his hand to his chest, cigarette sealed between his fingers, and holds out his beer in the thin space between you. “So I’m just that special to ya, huh?”

“As if,” you murmur, clinking your drink against his own. “You just know how to push my buttons that much.”

Never mind the fact his face comes to mind practically every day of your life, even when you’re a handful of cities apart. Or the fact you keep the bathroom window unlocked every night just in case he decides to slip in for a quick visit. Or the rolls of gauze and bandages you have stuffed away under the bathroom sink, so you’re prepared if he ever comes in bleeding or burned beyond repair again.

The sly remarks, the taunting tone of voice—even the occasional dirty joke whispered against the shell of your ear. Every little bit of him just grinds your gears and makes your fingers curl. Sends a bolt of heat down your spine until you’re almost sure you’ll pass out…at least until he decides to shift that burning gaze onto something else instead.

“Anyway, how are the others?” Desperate to get his attention off you, despite the tiniest flutter in your chest. “The boss not running you too ragged, I hope?”

He shrugs his shoulders, stretching his arms above his head with a soft groan. The pit of your stomach flares up when the hem of his shirt rides up, showing a sliver of the scarred skin of his abdomen. “Not really, hasn’t been too demanding the last couple weeks.”

“That’s good to hear. At least you have some time to kill between jobs, too.”

“All the more reason to swing by here,” he adds, tapping his drink to yours before taking another sip.

You’re well aware of his less than favorable views of the world you live in, and the profession that comes along with them. It wasn’t hard to piece together; one too many refusals of going to the hospital rather than your tiny apartment when he needed some patching up led you to convince him to cough it up. Not that he shied away from villainous activities in your presence. Just spared you from the details of some of his more gruesome jobs. And at the end of the day, a small part of you is thankful for that, even after all this time.

The two of you slip into easy conversation between sips, a thin trail of smoke hovering over your heads. He keeps the names of his cohorts under wraps, as though they’re not blasted over the evening news every other day or so. You’ve only had the pleasure of meeting Toga, after she stubbornly—and not so stealthily—followed Dabi to one of your nightly meetups on this very rooftop. She’s not so bad, once you look past the sharpened blades strapped around her waist and thighs. A bit hyper and outgoing, but she can be a lot of fun to hang around with.

She’s always begging you to spend a girls’ night with her to talk about boys, but you know you’ll never hear the end of it from Dabi if you agreed—meeting up with a dangerous villain on your own, knowing full well they could kill you at any moment, and everything along those lines. He fails to see any irony in this; when you asked him about it one night, he simply slung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close.

“You said it yourself, doll, I’m the only exception around here.”

Still, once in a while you’ll get a text from an unknown number (probably one of those burner phones Dabi’s always using), and you’ll end up spending the rest of the night talking to Toga. She’s a great listener, too—and a master at keeping secrets. Even without the threat of a fiery demise, she’s promised not to spill to the rest of their little band about your relationship with Dabi.

If you can even call it that, at this point.

“Just so you know,” he breaks the silence with a grunt, “don’t look for me in the next week or so.” His voice is softer now, taking a longer drag from his cigarette than before. “Something’s come up, boss needs everyone this time.”

“Oh…okay.”

Your knuckles hurt from how hard you’re clutching the bottle. He never means it, whenever he gives a date like that. A few days could easily turn into a few months—a couple weeks at most, if you were lucky. Worst case scenario, this could very well be the last time you saw him.

Heroes did it all the time. How many sullen faces flashed over the news at night, sharing bittersweet memories of their loved ones lost to needless combat? You never saw yourself as a fan of heroes growing up, never even aspired to be one yourself. It wasn’t a lifestyle that appealed to you, with how isolated it seemed to be. And you were well aware of the risks that came with being one, or even caring for one.

It’s the same for any villain out there, maybe even more. Treat each day as though it’s your last. Otherwise you’ll end up cuffed and chained in a cell—or maybe even six feet underground. There’s no room for meaningless attachments or unwanted feelings. Squash those down now while you can, or you’ll regret it even more down the line.

This would be the sixth time Dabi’s left you. At least this time he’s given you a fair warning.

“…How long will you be gone?”

“Can’t say.” Another drag, just one more sip of his beer. The hollow sound it gives as he places it down makes you feel a bit better about your own drinking. At least I’m not the only one who’s almost finished. “No way of knowing how long this’ll take.”

“Oh.” Just drop it, you’ll only get yourself worked up. “…So no Toga either then, huh?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Sadly no—but she’s never gonna shut up about you until we get back. Little shit,” he adds under his breath.

“…Okay.”

This time he turns to look at you; you give him a smile, trying to ignore the swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“You don’t sound okay.”

“Hm? Nah, I’ll be fine. You got shit to do, I get it. I’ll just be waiting for you until you get back.”

If you come back.

It makes your stomach squirm, the thought of not having Dabi in your life anymore. He’s an asshole, no way around it. He’s the reason your couch constantly smells of burnt skin and smoke, the reason for all those bloody bandages clogging up the little trash can you have in the bathroom. He keeps you awake until the ungodly hours of early morning, has a habit of stealing snacks from the fridge whenever he pleases, and always has you on edge whenever you’re out in public. As though any random passerby will catch a whiff of smoke from your clothes and immediately trace it back to Dabi.

But he’s also the reason you’re not as scared walking home in the dark anymore. The reason you watch the sun go down with a smile, wondering if tonight he’ll stop by for a quick visit. The reason you’re not as lonely as you used to be. He might be a villain, but he’s a damn good security blanket. Not to mention a free heater whenever the nights get cold.

“You go do what you gotta do, and don’t worry about me, alright?”

You can’t help but grimace at the bottle in your hand—not a drop left inside. Wordlessly he plucks another from the cooler, flicks the cap off with ease and passes it towards you. The alcohol still burns down your throat, though not as strong as before.

Just don’t leave me out here all by myself.

The next few minutes crawl by in complete silence, save for the sounds of the city below. He presses his cigarette into the stone before lighting up a fresh one with the flame at his fingertip.

A sudden boldness grabs ahold of you, and you find yourself motioning to the little cancer stick between his lips, before tapping your finger against your mouth. He shakes his head with a soft laugh, taking another puff and plucking it from his lips.

“I’m startin’ to think I’m a bad influence on you, doll. Drinking, smoking… What happened to that good girl image of yours, huh?”

Your nose scrunches up at the smoke near your face. “You were the one who thought I had that image—I never claimed to have it myself.”

A quick inhale, a glowing speck of blue, and suddenly you’re coughing up a storm, pounding at your chest with your fist.

“You sure about that?” He’s outright laughing now, as he reaches in the cooler for another beer. “Still can’t handle a tiny bit of smoke, huh?”

“I can handle it just fine. I spend all my time with you, after all!”

The laughter dies down, the cigarette’s back in his hand…and your stomach twists when you start to feel that heavy weight settling back in your chest.

You’re going to miss these nights. Just being stupid with him over a couple of drinks, as though you’re the only two people in the world. That damn smirk, those cocksure blue eyes, the way he always seems to find his grip on your shoulder, your hips, your—

“Pass me your phone.”

You quirk an eyebrow but obey nevertheless. Not the smartest move, handing a well-known villain your phone, but you’ve done worse than that in his presence. You still remember the night you gave him your number, the second time he found himself in your apartment, bloodied and beaten and leaning on the edge of the kitchen counter. You had rolled your eyes, grabbed the nearest pen you could find, and scrawled the digits on the palm of his hand.

“In case you need a doctor again,” you sneered, and he only responded with a smirk. “Keep this up and I might start charging you for your visits.”

But he kept coming back, and you never did charge him.

It takes him a few moments to find whatever he’s looking for. Hell, he could be sifting through all your personal texts to your family and you would be none the wiser.

A cool breeze slips through the air; you bring my knees up to your chest and continue to stare at the city below. Listening to the furious clicking of keys, the soft hum when Dabi finally seems to find what he’s been looking for.

A soft tune fills the air around you. He places your phone on the little slab of stone between you, looking rather pleased with himself as he turns the volume up to the highest setting. And before you can blink he’s pushing himself to his feet, his cigarette forgotten beside his drink.

He snaps his fingers, taps his heel with each beat of the song. It’s an older one, a song you haven’t heard in quite a few years. Not something you would associate with the villain beside you. Then again he’s always been full of surprises, hasn’t he?

He spins on his heel—nearly knocking over his beer can—and flashes you a smirk. It’s hard to keep a straight face as you watch him swaying from side to side, the elated look on his face making your throat close up all over again.

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer you, only twirls around once more in time with the music. But then he’s smirking again, stretching a hand out to you. You shake your head as fast as you can, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest only worsens as he slowly makes his way over to you.

“Ah, I…I don’t really dance.”

“Too bad.”

A startled yelp fills your ears, your shoes scraping against the rooftop as he pulls you into his chest. Fingers laced around your wrist, his other hand pressed against the small of your back. Too warm—your hand slips against his chest, in the dip of skin between his scars and the collar of his shirt.

“D-Dabi, I’m serious!” Another gasp as he tugs you in and spins around. It’s a miracle you manage not to step on his heavy boots. “I can’t dance!”

“If you think you can’t dance, you haven’t been doing it right, doll.”

It’s almost overwhelming, being this close to him, face to face like this. So close you can count each individual staple embedded in the skin of his face, holding him together. The ridges of scarred skin beneath his eyes, the glimmer of the triple piercings on the side of his nose—

Fuck, he’s staring—I’m staring—!

“Aww, what’s the matter?” You can barely hear the music anymore, with his voice so close to your ear. “Still scared of me? Thought you were braver than this.”

“I am! You’re just…” An insufferable piece of shit. A constant headache to deal with. A cocky villain who thinks he can sweet talk me into anything he wants to do. “…Just…you.”

“I’m flattered, doll. That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He spins you both around one more time, keeping his hand firm against your back. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you got a soft spot for me.”

“As if!” You hate to say it, but it’s getting a bit easier to move your feet, keeping rhythm with his own. “I don’t think I could ever have a soft spot for you.”

“No? Well, that’s a shame. I was kinda hopin’ for a different answer.”

Suddenly he’s pushing you away, keeping his hold on your wrist, snickering at the soft grunt that slips through your lips. He yanks you back in, twirling you beneath your clasped hands, before your back slams into his chest, and his arms coil around your waist.

“For someone who claims they can’t dance, you’re not half bad.” You can feel him smirk against your cheek as your blood freezes in your veins. So close, so fucking close. “You have no problem keeping up with me.”

“I don’t really have a choice,” you choke out as he readjusts his grip, shifting you around so your chest is against his own once more. “You’re throwing me from side to side. Is this what you call dancing, Dabi?”

He traces his lips with his tongue, and suddenly you can’t stop staring at the little silver piercing right on the tip. Wait, how long has he had that? And have I seriously just noticed that now?!

“It’s dancing as long as you’re having fun.” His voice is a low growl in his chest, sending a surge of heat right to your stomach. “And I’m having a blast right now, doll.”

You suck in a breath at the touch of his fingers against your back, slipping under your shirt to graze the skin beneath. He quirks an eyebrow, readjusting his grip on your wrist, before spinning you around one more time.

Fine. He wants to play like that then, huh?

Before you can think about it, you’re wrapping an arm around the back of his neck, pushing into his chest with all your might. He stumbles briefly before regaining his step—but you’re already leaning in close, lips pressed against the shell of his scarred ear.

“And what would you do if I said yes?” Suddenly you’re grateful for the alcohol coursing through your veins, giving you that extra leap of courage to pull this little act off. “If I told you I had a special spot for you, huh?”

But he doesn’t falter like you thought he would. Instead he jerks his body to the side, tugging you down until he’s dipping you towards the edge of the roof. The city sounds are little more than low hums; completely irrelevant with those bright blue eyes on your own.

“That depends. What would you want me to do?”

“Dunno.” The words spill out faster than you can stop them. “I’m down for anything you have in mind.”

“Is that so?”

It’s only when he pulls you back into his chest that you realize the mistake you’ve made. The hand around your wrist comes to rest against the column of your throat. The tiniest squeeze has you wincing, your face flushed with heat, your heart exploding in your chest. His fingers heat up ever so slightly, and a shiver drips down your spine.

His flames have never frightened you. They’ve killed plenty of people, reduced countless buildings to rubble and ash. They’ve left ragged scars along his body, a testament of just how dangerous they can be if left unchecked. He could easily kill you if he loses control—or simply if he feels like it.

But fear is the last thing you’re feeling right now. All you can see are those beautiful blue eyes, the same shade as the sparks emitting from his palm, the scent of smoke still strong in the air…

And the sudden rush of heat that’s pooling in your stomach at the mischievous glint in his eye.

“Be careful, doll, or else I might get the wrong idea.”

I can stop and leave right now if you want. Tell me what you want.

You should listen to him. You should shake your head and admit he’s right, that you’re way in over your head, so your night can continue underneath the stars. Before one or both of you has drunk too much and you stumble back down the fire escape and into your apartment. You should stop this before you do something you know you’ll regret in the morning. Before you end up ruining whatever dynamic you have, crushing any sparks of that forbidden something else you’ve been wondering about for the last few months.

But instead you curl your fingers around his own, pressing them deeper into the skin of your throat.

“Trust me,” your voice is barely a whisper, “I want this.”

In the few times you’ve imagined kissing Dabi—when you’re unable to fall asleep in the dead of night, or when you’ve had a few more drinks than usual—you always thought he would be rough. Quick and searing like his flames, leaving no room for you to breathe. You wondered if he would be demanding with his hands, tugging at your hair, nipping at your mouth, or slotting himself between your legs. He seems like the kind of guy to have priorities like that.

You suck in a breath as he leans in, mismatched lips pressing against your own. The first thing you notice is the slight tremble of his palm, the way his fingers quiver beneath your own. But he’s pulling away from your throat before you can blink, curling his hand around the back of your head.

His skin is burning against your own, but his mouth is startlingly soft. Even with his scars and piercings he’s still so gentle, cradling you into his body as though you might break. Soon your hands are in his hair, fingers tugging at black tendrils and pulling him in as close as you possibly can.

The song finally ends, a breath of silence before another one takes its place. It’s a slower beat, one meant for romantic dances or sensual dates between lovers. A part of you wonders if he chose these songs on purpose, just to try to win you over.

Your breaths are getting shorter with every traded kiss; your knees begin to buckle as he slides a hand down to rest at your waist. Every inch of you is blazing with heat, the alcohol making your head swim, your nails desperately scraping at the hem of his shirt, your chest tightening at the ragged patch of skin splayed across his stomach—

Your heel knocks into something on the roof, the sound of a splash filling your ears. The two of you jerk away from each other in time to see the bottle of cider tipped over, the alcohol dripping down the edge of the roof.

“Better watch yourself there,” he snickers against the shell of your ear. “Don’t want you getting hurt all the way up here.”

“I’m fine!” But your words are already starting to blend together, the faint pounding of your head matching the beat of your heart.

“Like hell you are—two drinks in and you’re already tipsy. Let’s call it a night, sweetheart.”

“I said I’m fine!” You can’t stop yourself from smiling as you swipe your palms over your eyes, watching as he leans down to grab the (now) empty bottles and cans. “You…you just made it worse, you know!”

Kissing me like that, how can I not act a little tipsy?

“Aww, you’re so sweet.” He throws the rest of the drinks into the cooler, flicks the remains of his final cigarette over the side of the roof. “C’mere, let’s get you to bed.”

“But you’re tipsy too, aren’t you?”

“Only a little,” he replies with a smirk, leading you down the fire escape as carefully as he can. “I know how to handle my alcohol, unlike a certain someone I know.”

“…Shut up or you’ll be dancing alone next time…”

“That’s a shame, I had a completely different dance in mind.” He licks his lips again, flashing that damn piercing on his tongue, as though you’re  not already lightheaded enough. “But we’ll save that for next time, doll. When we can both remember it.”

“Huh, bold of you to think I’d want to remember it.”

His arm presses into the rung above your head, caging you against the steps of the fire escape, just outside your balcony door. It’s hard to stop the smile on your face as he leans in close, looking rather insulted at your little comment.

“You really don’t think I can make you feel good?”

“I don’t know—if you’re half as good as you are at annoying me…then I might have some pretty high expectations.”

He chuckles, his smoky breath warm against your cheeks. “Then I’ll just have to prove you wrong when I get back.”

His words are a kick in the gut, a grim reminder of the reality around you. He slips your phone back into your hand and slides the door open to let you both in. All the while your mind is racing, wondering if anything you say will get him to—

“Stay with me.”

“Already planned on it, doll.”

He sets the cooler down on the counter before flopping down in his usual spot on the couch. His long legs bend over the arm as he shuffles out of his coat, the scent of ash strong as you settle into his side.

But before he can kiss you again you grab his face with both hands, bringing his eyes up to meet your own.

“I mean it—stay with me. Not just for the night…” Your mouth goes dry, the words aren’t coming as easily as you want them to. “…You just…you better fuckin’ come back to me, alright? Or else I’m locking you out of my apartment for good!”

You expect him to roll his eyes, to laugh you off or even tease you for being so clingy. But instead he tugs you into his chest, his lips warm against your forehead.

“Yeah, you got it. I’ll come back, doll.”

You don’t know if you believe him, if you should believe him. Not when you both know you’re going to wake up to an empty couch tomorrow morning, only the lasting smell of smoke to keep you company.

“I’m holding you to that,” you murmur, pressing a finger to the line of staples running down his chin. He twists away with a grimace, and the ache in your chest slowly begins to melt away.

“Fine, whatever. Just go to sleep already, before you really do end up kicking me out.”

You roll your eyes before nestling your face into the crook of his neck. “Suit yourself—goodnight, asshole.”

“’Night, dollface.”

You know it can’t last—not for tonight, maybe not ever. Maybe it’s the alcohol swirling around in your veins, or the smell of ash so strong you think it might choke you. But suddenly you’re smiling against the scarred skin of his neck, idly tracing over the ridges and stitches left behind from his flames. The effects of the alcohol and touch of his skin are lulling you to sleep…but before you feel yourself slip away, you lean in close and press your lips to the shell of his ear.

“Better come back to me, I’m still counting on that second dance.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

When that anon ask you about the whole Yuu thing. What's odd to me is that while the game mentions how NRC doesn't brought girls in school, the manga never mentions about it at all, especially when Trey introduces some of the characters from different dorms, Pomefiore was featured but Grim never mentioned Epel looking like a girl. IDK if that's a change of pace since the MC is a guy or the manga tries to make it gender neutral for the readers this time?

[Referencing this post!]

I think some lines are totally skipped over in the manga adaptation not because of Yuuken being a guy or for the sake of preserving gender neutrality for the readers, but just to save on space. Unlike the game (or even the light novel), the manga doesn’t have as much time as it wants to make passing remarks on the characters because they probably have a cap on how many pages it can take up.

The manga is printed on paper, something physical, and has to share its space with the other manga chapters that publish alongside it in monthly magazine releases. (This is typically how manga is updated prior to being grouped together with other chapters from the same series and sold as volumes.) Therefore, a single manga chapter has limited space (usually 20ish pages) to tell its story before it has to cede to let other mangas have a chance to show their chapters.

If we compare the game and the manga’s cafeteria cutscene where Trey explains every dorm and their members, the game has tons more lines where characters come in and make comments. It’s not just the “is that a girl” line that is removed; it’s a lot of the dialogue there. In fact, the only dorm that is really commented on is Diasomnia, which makes sense given that they are the final dorm we need to build up hype for and that Lilia and Malleus have multiple prominent appearances throughout the rest of the main story.

Again, I really think that this is a case of the manga team conserving what limited space they had to tell the story; due to how manga publications work, the manga team likely didn’t have time to transfer over every tangent that the game had the liberty of including.

[silverutahraptor]

For the febuwhump prompts-Madara to Izuna-‘let me see them’ ie his eyes. Probably an obvious one but theres never enough Izuna whump

Thanks for the prompt! Here’s your triple drabble (300 words exactly!), Anon!

And just to set the mood, here’s a manga cap from Chapter 386:

It was devastating to see his brother like this. Izuna was used to all manners of injuries—to all the kinds of agony men could inflict on themselves and others—and even to illness, of course, but this was different. 

This was the creeping, corrosive migraines brought on by the Mangeykō Sharingan. And as always Izuna could do nothing, nothing, as he watched the first signs overcome Madara once more. A tightness around his eyes. Fingers twitching erratically. His famous temper first becoming louder and then almost lethargic. 

When Madara started squinting and flinching back from even the softest of words, Izuna knew it was time to shepherd him somewhere quiet with the windows shuttered. Time to postpone any meetings and to take the ones too urgent himself, him and Hikaku running interference with the rest of the Clan in the futile hope it wasn’t too obvious.

And then Izuna sat at his brother’s bedside and waited while his brother and Clanhead tossed and turned and screamed and wept. 

He wanted nothing more than to use his own Sharingan to layer a gentle genjutsu onto his brother, to lure his mind into a dreamless deep sleep without the near-constant pain.

They had tried that in the beginning, once.

After only a few hours Madara had woken up again—with the headache back threefold.

This wasn’t something Izuna could fight.

No, he could just sit and wait and offer prayers to Amaterasu for a solution that didn’t exist.

And then, days later, when Madara had recovered enough to sit up, always, always came those damning, dreaded words without fail.

“Let me see them.”

Of course there was one solution, wasn’t there.

Izuna forced his mouth into the facsimile of a smile and obediently leaned forward so Madara could look at Izuna’s own Mangekō Sharingan.

[ridiasfangirlings]

School AU - Sports festival and they're playing that scavenger hunt game where they get a paper which have them look for something specific to take to the finish line. Fushimi was made to play the game and his paper says "Something Important". Fushimi now has to get Yata to the finish line with him without letting Yata know what the paper says cause they're still not in good terms with each other.

Unfortunately for Fushimi he hates everything so he can’t even lie and bring something else claiming that it’s important to him. Maybe the paper’s even more specific, like it says ‘something precious’ which makes it even harder because Fushimi can’t even try to say that like his PDA is important so it counts. Say Gakuen K-style AU, there’s a big school sports festival and of course all the different clubs are playing against each other. The Red and Blue clubs are particularly competitive, the lead keeps going back and forth between them and naturally there is copious shit-talking going on. Munakata is quite certain that his team will prevail over these uneducated barbarians while Mikoto’s just like good luck with that (well, Mikoto skipped most of sports day because he needs a nap but Totsuka is working as team captain and Yata is the team’s number one cheerleader, claiming that they’re gonna kick the ass of all these other clubs just you wait).

Fushimi tries to skip out on sports day because he’s a skinny unhealthy nerd and hates doing physical activity. Munakata is adamant that everyone participate however and Fushimi gets roped into doing the scavenger hunt. The scavenger hunt is like a special event that lasts all day, basically participants are given a piece of paper telling them what to find and when they bring it back to the finish line they get a new paper with the next item. Munakata figures this will be good for Fushim, who is after all very perceptive and good at noticing details, and Fushimi eventually agrees because if he does the scavenger hunt he only has to do one event and can slack off once it’s complete.

Of course he’s not that lucky because the scavenger hunt turns out to be incredibly irritating, imagine he’s constantly being sent to find weird stuff like ‘comic book that’s at least ten years old and has dog eared corners’ (luckily Fushimi knows where Enomoto keeps his manga) and ‘blue gel pen, half chewed on the bottom, no cap’ (Hidaka chews on his pens so Fushimi digs around in his desk for a while). This takes him all day and by the final task Fushimi is exhausted and hot and irritated. He’s handed the final paper which just says ‘something precious’ and Fushimi gets this look because what the hell. He has no idea what to bring, like there’s nothing in the world that’s precious to him… and that’s when Yata walks by and taunts him for how hard he’s sweating.

Fushimi clicks his tongue and grimaces, looking back down at the paper and then back at Yata. He’s tempted to just give up right there but the score between the Red and Blue clans is super close and if he forfeits it will definitely take them out of the running and then Fushimi will have to listen to the Red club idiots gloat about winning. But of course he can’t just ask Yata to come with him because Yata will want to know why, and Fushimi definitely isn’t going to admit that Yata’s precious to him (and anyway it’s not like Misaki’s really precious, he’s just, um, a precious enemy, yeah, that’s it, definitely). Fushimi gives this frustrated ‘fine’ and starts following Yata.

At first Fushimi just thinks he’ll taunt Yata into following him, like he starts a fight and keeps moving backwards as Yata’s trying to fight back. Except at some point Yata notices and starts wondering out loud why Fushimi keeps retreating, Fushimi grumbles that he isn’t and that Yata’s just seeing things. Unfortunately they end up disturbing Mikoto’s nap under the bleachers and Yata goes running to him, leaving Fushimi standing there glaring and mentally calculating how much farther he needs to get Yata to move. As soon as Yata’s alone Fushimi decides to try the carrot and stick approach, imagine him like leaving a couple yen on the ground and when Yata goes to pick it up Fushimi tugs on the string attached to it and moves it forward. Yata’s like what the hell but keeps following it and Fushimi’s smirking like too easy what an idiot, except then one of the Homra guys comes from the other way and is like ooh money, picking it up and breaking the string. 

Fushimi tries teasing Yata into chasing him instead and maybe what finally happens is Yata starts to notice that they’re close to a finish line and wonders what’s going on. Fushimi just tells him to shut up and fight and at some point the paper falls out of his pocket. Yata picks it up and is like oh the scavenger hunt, you have to find something precious huh…his eyes widen as Fushimi tells him to shut up again, a little desperate. Yata’s like wait so you were bringing me here all this time and Fushimi denies it, even Yata’s not that stupid though and he’s like you were, I’m your precious thing. Fushimi attacks him again and Yata keeps trying to talk to him, they end up falling over the finish line in a heap just as Yata grabs Fushimi by the face and kisses him in front of everyone.

[nonbinarv]

📃💔🍀 ^^

📃 - lu is a webcomic alternate universe of loz! it started off as a series of drawings the creator did to differentiate the different links of the games and kinda spiraled from there into a links-meet, and that started as different drawings which then culminated into a storyline. so far: each link found a dark portal in their own eras and, in typical link fashion, chose to enter it. cue meeting with 8 others for an unclear purpose and just kinda vibing for probably around a few months. stuff happens in the form of black-blooded monsters that are more powerful than regular ones, monsters appearing in the wrong eras, and a mysterious creature called the shadow. it's the best lead our heroes have, especially after watching it create one of the same dark portals that they went through to meet up in the first place, so they decide to follow it.

the new era is an odd one because there are no heroes. there haven't been any great disasters that needed saving, and anything we are able to get from people, they dismiss stuff like the triforce and demon king as myths. so that's unusual for all considering. you know. all the firsthand experience with that sorta stuff- anyways from there another encounter with the shadow leads to its shapeshifting capabilities being displayed, as it goes from a lizalfos to an iron knuckle. in this new form, it attacks twilight, whose so heavily wounded that he believes he's going to die. this leads to turmoil within the group, multiple bouts of infighting (four after a confrontation with wild, then four and wind against legend in an argument about the master sword), and general emotional turmoil. but twi heals! he gets better. the last main story update left off with sibling bonding moments, everyone being very relieved about twi being okay and saying that they can't lose a single one of them- things still being broken a bit with all the tension from before but on the mend, displayed by four holding a (shattered) sword they had made for wild and saying "i've got to fix something. i think this is a start." right now it's at a relatively happy part ^w^ still a lot of plot left but it's been really strong and impactful so far

💔 - okay so. i don't have a least favorite in the chain. most of the side characters i don't dislike. even the shadow (most likely dark) who almost killed twi i'd be okay with an eventual redemption arc perhaps (not that i think there's gonna be one or not, i'm just side glance at shadow fsa here). so it was kind of hard picking a least favorite.

however. it actually wasn't because there is one. this bastard likelike. zel won us that shield!!! she could have gone with either of the other prizes but instead she chooses the tiny shield because she thinks it's adorable and "doesn't this shield suit you perfectly?" at us and. this motherfucker tries to eat it. yeah it's easy to get your stuff back but not allowed that's our stuff the stuff zel got especially for us ;-;

🍀 - i kin red from lu!!! in loz terms this equates to 5 whole people actually since lu consolidated hero of men, minish cap link, and the 3(/12) heroes of the four sword into one guy (four). even then though i feel no connection with the hero of men (i don't have red memories but based purely on the vibes and how right things feel one way or another the hero of men was our predecessor whose story we loved as a kid and then perceived in a different light when we were older and after going through the whole hero thing ourselves). i also feel pretty distanced from fs red versus fsa red but that's most likely just because fsa is a lot more developed than fs i feel in terms of plot stuff (even excluding the manga which adds actual differences between each besides voice pitch). so in loz terms i mainly id with minish cap link and fsa red (plus palace of the four sword from a link to the past but that's another story). and for comfort characters… the whole chain from lu of course, smith and ezlo and zeffa from mc, zelda from mc and fsa, and shadow from fsa ^w^ vaati too to a certain extent- he brings me joy but also it's like. bastard in the affectionate sense with turning zel into stone and everything y'know

[mariegoise]

[sg2tiger]

No dreams, no hope, just a blood-soaked truth.

[calic0stuff]

Sano Shinichiro x Y/n : ,,Same Class?" part 1.

Character from: Tokyo Revengers

Character name: Sano Shinichiro

Author's note : new school, same class, fluffy , funny and cute at the same time, charming,

In love with you🤫

Who should be on the next Headcanon? <3 Please comment your idea.

The picture in the manga !

!Warning! : There may be grammatical errors in the text, exuse me!i'm still a beginner xd

Changing schools is always full of new things. You will  experience this now.

   Your new school was a little further away so you always went to school either by bus or car.On your first day today, you decided to try busing instead.When you got up, you bought a ticket and sat down in a place you liked. You arrived soon after.You walked over to school and went into your class.You knew where you were going because, the headteacher told you yesterday where you had to go.

Everyone was staring you, someone didn’t know you were coming as a new classmate.

Lots of people sat and stared you, but there were some who ran over to you and ask questions.Many have whispered that you look very smart and definitely a good student.

-Ooo sure y/n the new student! "said a girl.

-What's your name? Where is your old school? Do you live far from here? "said a boy.

You tried to answer everyone's question, but they rang. In the first hour, you introduced yourself to your class and said a few little things about yourself.You were a little scared when, have to stand up and talk to everyone.Today was soon over at school, your classmates were nice, but there was someone who wanted to go home with you by bus.

1 week later--->

Someone ran after you to the bus station. He was wearing a cap so you didn't see it.

A moment later, he took off his cap.

He stopped panting and looked at you.Black hair and black eyes seem to make this boy familiar from somewhere.He didn't take his eyes off you, he smiled at you.

Sano...Shinichiro....

You thought hard, so you didn’t pay attention to what he was talking to you in the meantime.

-Y/N-chan you're finally watching me?: said.

His voice was deeper, yet soft and kind...He has a good style,and he spoke politely to you at school as well.

Not so loud and not so soft, but you answered him.

•Sorry ! What did you say earlier?

He laughs...he laughs as a child, yet as an adult.

-All I said was, are you coming by bus?:he said.

•Yes I am!-y/n said.

-The bus is right here.  I usually come with a motorbike, but I'm making an exception for you now.

He winked at you , but bus arrive .Shinichiro-kun and you boarded the bus. You searched for a place and sat down.

-Can I sit next to you? :) He sat down next to you and put his bag in front of him.

-Ummm ... how can I call you? Y/N-chan or Y/N-san? Or something else?

•It doesn't really matter how you call me because, you can call it the way you want.

-okey! He smiled...

-How do you like the class?

•The class is good and the people are really nice. Today was good and fine!

-And...Do you like anyone?

He raised his eyebrows up and down and smiled seductively in the process.

Hundreds of butterflies began to fly in your stomach. You couldn't compare that feeling to anything. You are happy, but it is a different feeling than happiness.And all he asked was, did anyone like it ?! What will happen after that?

•um... yes ,but no-but I don't know...

Listening to you carefully after all, on the bus you have enough time to talk.

-Oh, I understand ! I like someone!

• Oh ,and who is she? :0

-I'll tell you if you do too!

•But it's embarrassing!!!

You're blushing so much and he noticed .

-Why are you blushing? You look like a tomato!! Ah...I see...you must be in love with me or someone else , but I think you fall love with me!? I'm absolutely sure!

•Why do you think so? And how do you think you're right? Anyway, I used to blush and stuff like that.

-Don't even try to deny it! <3

[levicanpunchme]

I love your writing so much 😭😭😭 can I request ReaderxLevi they’re married after the war and treated Falco and Gabi as their owns? thank youuu

A/N: Thank you😭 I’m sorry this is a little late but I was procrastinating so much. I hope you like it ❤️

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Levi X Y/N

Genre: Romance/Fluff/Tiny Angst

Warning: Major Manga Spoilers ⚠️

Lucky To Be Alive

The kitchen was bathed in bright orange, soft strokes of wind travelling through the window, swaying against your frame. There was a distant sound of birds murmuring but it was overpowered by the bubbling of water. You were currently making tea for your husband, just the way he liked. He had taught you his intricate method of brewing tea, so specific that he strongly recommended boiling water on the stove and not a microwave. His tea tasting skills were so sharp, he could tell the difference in taste immediately. You knew because you had tried tricking him once.

You were pouring the steaming water into the cup when muscular arms wrapped around your waist, embracing you. You didn’t flinch because you recognised your husband’s scent immediately but froze in between your actions when you felt his body’s warmth against yours.

It was too warm-the kind where you assumed he had been sitting in the depths of hellfire for hours.

“Levi, why’re you so hot!” You screeched, dropping the strainer as you looked over your shoulder, horrified. You met his silver gaze looking at you in a daze. His lips then curled into a dizzying smile and he chuckled like he was drunk, catching you off guard.

“Why thank you for noticing-isn’t it a little too late for a confession. I’m already married to you,” his words abrasively slurred, his head lolling into your neck and his eyes glinting as if he was actually losing his marbles.

You quickly turned in his arms which were still fastened around your waist and gasped at the sight. The rim of Levi’s nose and his cheeks were stained red, his narrow eyes squinting more than usual. You anxiously placed your hands on his jaw, cupping his oval face. The touch burned your palms. You frowned, your heart palpitating. “Levi, you’re burning up,” you frantically muttered. “I think you’ve caught a fever.”

He stared at you silently for a moment and then his gaze flicked in realisation. He nodded. “Ah, I was wondering why my body feels like someone threw me into a cauldron to cook me up,” he rasped, lightheartedly.

You didn’t laugh. You pushed his arms away, earning a groan from him, which you ignored. You grabbed his hand, pulling him along with you. You noticed Levi didn’t fight your hold and your concern grew larger, realising, he probably didn’t have the strength to disobey. You headed to your bedroom and sat him down on the sheets.

“No, I’m tired of laying around,” he rasped. “Let’s go to the new amusement park you wanted to visit so badly,” he suggested and you looked at him like he had grown two heads.

“You don’t even like amusement parks,” you muttered, reminded of the time when he called them too loud and social.

“Yeah, but you like them.” Your heart fluttered at the softness in his tone. He always acted too tough but was unknowingly the most expressive man you knew.

“I’ll get you some tea. Lay down,” you urged, pushing at his toned chest. Unwillingly, he persisted your motion but when you glared daggers his way, he cowered like a young boy and laid down, his head resting against the headboard. You eyed him narrowly once again, silently warning him to stay in place and then hurried to the kitchen, hoping tea was still warm.

You touched the rim of the handle and flinched at the burning sensation it left on your fingers. Relieved, you placed the cup on a saucer and jogged back into the room. Levi was sat upright, his eyes shut and breathing heavy. You approached him in the blink of an eye, giving him the freshly brewed tea.

“It’s exactly the way you like it,” you whispered, a concerned smile uplifting your lips. He surveyed the cup and then brought it up to his pale lips to drink. You patiently waited for his reaction.

He was silent for a moment, but you could tell he liked it because he was already sipping some more and more. You still waited for his praise. Levi had praised you for everything but your tea making and at this point, it was an obstacle you had to conquer- to feel the taste of sweet victory as you finally marked this off your checklist.

“It’s darker than normal.”

You wanted to smack him so bad. Your fists clenched in annoyance as you rolled your eyes at him; no matter how great of a tea you made, he would always have something to add against it.

Levi, on the other hand, sat grinning as he sipped more of the simmering tea. His inner conscience was telling him to confess the truth, the truth being that the tea was fucking beautiful-just the way he liked, perfect colour, temperature and flavour but he wanted to tease you and watch the feisty glow inside your irises bloom.

You restrained from throwing a tantrum over his lies, all your attention driven towards another issue at the moment: Levi’s health.

“Levi, it doesn’t seem like you’ve caught a cold. Have your wounds been infected again?” You worriedly placed your hand on his free one, feeling the feverish heat radiating off his body.

It had been five years since the battle of heaven and earth, five years since Levi Ackerman lost fragments of his soul into the greatest turmoil of humanity. During the battle, your allies were brutally killed-murdered, yet the whole time, you prayed for his safety. He was in no position to fight but you knew he couldn’t back away. There were things only the greatest solider of this era could’ve achieved.

Levi‘s skin was a canvas of his pain; the wounds were deeply carved into his skin, telling the story of a solider who fought with all his might. His beautiful face was struck in the middle from a sharp blade, a large scar embedded in the right side of his face, elongating all the way to his eye. The mound around his ears was burned and tore off due to immense heat exposure. This was just the tip of the iceberg: Levi’s body was scarred thousand times over.

Levi didn’t answer immediately. He took his time, ingesting the last two sips. Then he placed the cup on the side table and stared into your eyes. “I’ve survived countless wars. A mere fever won’t kill me,” he said expressionless, making your guts twist in agony.

You feigned ignorance like his comment didn’t just dig at your heart. If that was his way of comforting you, then damn he sucked at it.

“I’ll make you some stew,” you told him and stood up to leave but he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“No, stay with me,” his eyes reminded you of the time when everything finally ended, when the rumbling stopped and the war was won. At that time, he didn’t look like he had won anything. Levi had battled against Titans all his life but when, the curse of the Eldians had faced its destruction, Levi’s grey orbs were faraway, in another land.

Your body tightened in concern and you sat back down on the bed, beside him. He held your hand, surveying you, and traced his thumbs along your knuckles.

The silence was suddenly interrupted when you heard heavy footsteps hit your porch. You looked at the main door in anticipation and then the sound of a bike’s ringing resounded. The door opened hurriedly and at first you caught sight of brown hair swaying and then in rushed Gabi. You smiled as she came rushing inside.

“Y/n!” She dashed inside, the aroma of freshly baked cookies diffusing into the room. The petite brown-haired devil was now an honourable soldier of the country.

Five years ago, if someone had told you that you’d be visited by a Marley warrior, you’d have called them crazy. However, after the war it was like living in a new world. Marley, despite their reluctance, were forced to forgive and forget. It was the only way out for the remaining 20% of humanity to not fall into extinction. Intermarriages between Marley and the Eldians grew rapidly after the revival of earth. It took years but things had finally begun to settle.

“Oi, how’d this brat get in?” Levi narrowly stared at Gabi, his eyebrow arched in scepticism. Gabi glared at him, her brown eyes glinting with annoyance. “The door was open,” she muttered.

“Weren’t you here like yesterday?” Levi again said nonchalantly and you stared at him wide eyed, giving him the ‘shut up’ look.

Gabi clenched her fist frustratedly. “I’m not here for you grouchy pants,” she yelled and then turned towards you, ecstatically. “Y/n, I’ve brought you cookies from the new bakery that opened on our street,” the wide eyed girl cheered, handing you the bag of goods.

“I love cookies! Thank you so much Gabi!” You graciously smiled, ruffling her hair.

“I told her you liked them.” You heard a silvery voice from behind and turned to see Falco, against the wooden door, holding his baseball cap in one hand as he smiled. The scared little boy who’s biggest dream was to marry Gabi was now an aspiring baseball player.

“Oi, who told you she likes cookies,” Levi’s threatening voice emerged and poor Falco shrunk against his cold gaze. You rolled your eyes at your husband.

“Well, I-uh-I saw her making some the other day and assumed that she liked them-I didn’t mean to-” the teen stuttered over his words, incredibly disturbed.

“Don’t mind him. Thank you Falco,” you chimed, standing to ruffle his hair.

“But I bought them for you in the heat of the morning-standing in that long queue!” Gabi scowled, her eyes narrowing at Falco who looked like he wanted to jump off the window, feeling the walls of the room were now suffocating.

You giggled softly and placed your hand on both of their heads, ruffling their hair lovingly. “I appreciate both of you so much,” you chimed. In return, Gabbie proudly puffed up her chest.

She then turned, surveying Levi who sat on the bed uninterested. “Captain, why does it look like an elephant trampled over you?” She sarcastically assumed and you almost laughed.

Levi narrowly stared at Gabi, about to clap back at her sarcastically but you quickly intervened. “He’s got a fever. I was just going to make him some stew,” you told the teens. Gabi’s smug smile wiped off as she stared at Levi silently; Falco also stepped closer to inspect the sick man.

Your heart melted as the two watched Levi, concern washing over their faces, making them pale. Gabi and Falco were deeply attached to Levi after the war. Despite acting like they hated him, they carried immense respect for the Captain and followed him around like little ducklings-inspired by his great strength and combativeness. Gabi was so intrigued knowing he alone had slaughtered 58+ titans without modern weaponry that she couldn’t stop questioning him about his experiences. He acted like she was a bother but secretly enjoyed the look of fascination in her eyes after every interrogation. They visited your home very often along with Jean and Connie.

Your raven haired husband noticed their worried frowns and grew embarrassed. You could tell by the sudden frantic look in his eyes. “Tch, I’m perfectly alright. Y/n likes to exaggerate,” he rasped, staring at you for help.

Levi was always so awkward when someone expressed genuine concern for him; he had warmed up to you eventually and loved your concerned nagging but with others, he still didn’t know the correct response.

“Guys, don’t worry. He’ll be better in no time.” You smiled warmly.

Suddenly Falco stood upright, eagerly putting on his cap. “I’ll get the fever-reducer and painkillers,” he announced like a solider on a mission and marched out the door to a pharmacist. “I’ll make stew and some honey tea, Reiner drinks it whenever he’s sick,” Gabi rushed to explain and hurried out to the kitchen.

You stared blankly. Your eyes warmed up. You looked towards Levi and noticed his eyes twinkling with something unknown. You could feel his overwhelming emotions and grabbed his thin hand, tracing your thumb against his skin comfortingly.

“Levi, aren’t we so lucky to be living in this world?” You softly whispered, afraid to break his trance.

His eyes which used to be dull, scared, tired were now brimming with happiness. You could feel it. He looked at you, nodding softly.

As you caressed his hand, his hold grew tighter.

“Do you think they remember?” He rasped, his voice so small you barely heard him. “Every time they see us, do they remember what happened to Colt... Udo... Zofia?” His voice cracked, overcome with the horrors of each war.

You edged close, caressing his jaw to meet his eyes. The eyes were so grey and sad.

“Levi, are you reminded of what happened to Sasha, Hange and so many of your comrades every time you see them?” You asked, making him ponder upon the question.

He instantly shook his head, disagreeing. “No, I don’t because... it’s not their fault.” He looked sullen. You nodded, staring into his eyes so he could understand the truth behind his words.

“Exactly. None of it is anyone’s fault. It was never our fault,” you reminded him.

Levi stared at you, his gaze softening.

Five year ago, he’d have swore he was nothing but a sacrificial lamb for the humankind’s sake. How did his empty existence manage to build himself a home? He had somehow lived. Struggle after struggle, he was finally free. Beyond the walls, there was a paradise, a paradise of freedom which he was sharing with none other than you.

Levi’s lips curled into a soft curve; he was never sure of the right answer. Was he thankful to have survived or did he wish to be rolled up into the destruction, ending his pain once in for all? He didn’t know. He only knew one thing deep in his heart: he wouldn’t trade his life for anything in the world right now.

He leaned in and kissed your mouth, tasting the sweetness of his life. You kissed back instinctively, his touch making your insides curl up.

“I’ve brought the medicine!”

You pushed him away, wide eyed while Levi groaned in annoyance. Rolling your eyes, you stood up, facing Falco who was red-faced, seeming like he had run his way back hurriedly to bring the medicine. You smiled at him.

“Give them to Levi. I’ll check up on Gabi,” you ruffled his hair again and walked away, leaving the tense duo together.

Falco edged closer to Levi, his anxiety topping the roof as he poured water into a cup. He silently gave Levi the cup of water and medicine. Levi silently observed Falco and then took the medicine, gulping it down in one go.

“Captain, do you need to see a doctor?” He hesitantly asked.

“I’m not a captain anymore, Falco,” Levi told him as a matter-of-fact.

All nerves disappeared from Falco’s frame as he heard the audible softness in Levi’s tone. He again stood upright and answered passionately. “You’ll always be a captain,” he responded. “No matter what.”

Levi smiled at the boy’s admonition. When Falco saw the smile, he couldn’t help smile huge too. It was rare to see Captain Levi break into any expression whatsoever; he’d only seen the captain smile bright with his wife.

“Have you still not got the balls to ask Gabi out?” Levi suddenly asked and Falco’s face reddened, his eyes widening in shock.

“Uh- I- no. I tried but she’s so busy all the time,” Falco winced as he tried to explain, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, embarrassedly. Levi threw his head back, a hearty laugh leaving his chest. The laugh made Falco want to crawl out of the room and hide away.

“Who’s busy all the time?” Gabi and you walked in, your hands carrying a bowl of stew which you kept on the side table.

“Nothing-No one!” Falco yelled like a deer caught in headlights, his voice cracking, straining to keep it together. You looked at Levi who seemed to be smug, his gaze flicking with humour.

“I have tickets to the amusement park,” Levi suddenly announced. You eyed him, confused. “I was going to take my wife if I wasn’t so sick but Falco and Gabi can go or it’ll be such a waste,” he said it like a command, and pulled the side drawer to reveal actual tickets.

You eyed him, shocked. You didn’t realise he had planned an entire trip to the amusement park for today. No wonder, he was going on about it. You smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah guys, it’s the new park. You’ll have lots of fun,” you told them. Falco and Gabi hesitantly stared at the tickets.

“Uh, it’s okay I don’t want to go-” Gabi said.

Levi arched an eyebrow at Falco, hinting at him to take action. The brown haired boy wanted to agree with Gabi, not wanting to discomfort her but Levi’s challenging expression made him abruptly move to grab the tickets.

“Yeah, we’ll go or it’ll be a waste...” he told her and Gabi’s face flushed, her eyes widening in embarrassment. She hesitantly looked around and then replied, “Fine!” She squealed and then the duo wandered out. Before Falco left he looked back at Levi, his eyes glinting with joy and the look in Levi’s eyes told you he was involved in setting up Falco and Gabi.

“You helped Falco out, didn’t you,” you muttered, eyeing him accusingly.

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose and then grabbed your arm, pulling you on top of him, his heat travelling through your body. You gasped as he attacked your lips again. “I needed them gone... to do this,” he whispered against your skin, expressing his ulterior motives and left his marks down your throat, causing goosebumps to rise on your flushed skin.

You were surely very lucky to have this man beside you- everyday-every night-this entire life.

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[09kags]

Happy Haikyuu Day! 

Sorry for the bad quality first off T^T I keep having to resize these so that they’re smaller for Tumblr and it ruins the quality. But more importantly, happy Haikyuu day! (at least it is Japan already!) This edit embodies some of my favorite moments within the series and below, I’ve written some of the thoughts that went into this piece/my feelings on these moments! Manga spoilers ahead (I'm pretty sure I’ve kept them to a minimum but just to be sure, please proceed with caution!), and I hope you enjoy this edit! (Overlays: accio-glow, aulia-chan on dA; PSDs: hurtears, hallyumi, yangyanggg on dA) 1. “Today might finally be the day we get the chance to let our talents bloom… it could be tomorrow. Or maybe next year. Or maybe it’ll finally come when we’re 30. I’m not sure if physique has anything to do with it but I do know for sure that if you don’t believe that day will come, it never will.” This quote is a testament to Oikawa’s growth and is a symbolic representation of Oikawa freeing himself from the shackles of “geniuses” and “prodigies.” So what if your opponent is a genius? So what if they possess more innate talent? As his mentor and inspiration Jose Blanco states, “Are you saying you know what the limits of your abilities are already? Even though you aren’t yet finished growing physically or mentally? Even though you haven’t mastered all the skills you can master? If you’re going to complain that someone with more talent than you will always be better than you… no matter how hard you work, how many tricks you learn and how many great teammates you have… do that only after you’ve given everything the very best effort you have.” There will always be someone better in the world. But to claim that you cannot hope to compare to the likes of them is to resign yourself to a predetermined defeat as well as dismiss both your own efforts and theirs.    There’s no guarantee when your efforts will pay off. As Oikawa declares, it may be today, tomorrow, or even when we’re 30.  But if you don’t believe in yourself first, if you don’t believe that you will bloom in your own time, “that day will never come.”  The flower in the background is the iris. It is known to represent trust, faith, and hope amongst many other ideals. I chose this particular flower because of the manga cap used in this panel. I cannot emphasize how much I love the bond between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, especially this particular moment when Oikawa points at Iwaizumi with such authority and determination as if saying, “This ball, this moment, is meant for you.” Not to mention the pairing with the iconic “Talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you hone” quote. An absolutely masterful sequence of scenes that always gets my blood rushing. 

2. “Don’t look down! Volleyball is a sport where you’re always looking up!” This moment gives me chills every time. It’s something so fundamental and simple and yet, when Ukai yells this,  it instills that feeling of “You can do it.” It makes my heart flutter and I feel so excited because it’s such a beautiful way of saying “Don’t give up, it’s not over yet.” And even if the ball has dropped for the last time or you have lost this match, there’s always tomorrow. There’s always the next match where you’ll have to look up. This quote gives me the same feeling as when Takeda-sensei says, “For the rest of your lives, you can do anything you set your mind to!” You only truly lose when you stop trying or you give up.  3. “It hurts. I’m tired. This is painful. I don’t want this to ever end.” / “The ball hasn’t dropped yet!” Whenever Haikyuu characters say “Just one more!” or “The ball hasn’t dropped yet!”, the tension and desperation is almost palpable. It’s so incredibly moving to see them strive to save that ball just one more time, to focus purely on what is in front of them. Even if they don’t all pursue volleyball as a professional career, the passion they all have for the sport is real. That sort of passion is beautiful to watch and admire, and I wish I could have that kind of passion for something in my life.  4. “The underhand only uses two hands. The overhand uses 10 fingers. That’s all the more to support your spikers with, which is what it means to be a setter.” / “To cut through the wall that looms before your spikers, that is the purpose of a setter.”  This particular panel depicts the two ideologies of Atsumu and Kageyama respectively, two of my favorite setters and characters in general. Atsumu “may be pretty cocky at times, and overwhelm his teammates with his thirst for victory, but he treats his spikers with more sincerity and selflessness than anyone else.” He may be overbearing and an asshole at times, but his love for the sport and the art of being a setter is second to none. On the other hand, there’s Kageyama who’s so damn cool with his one-liners. Kageyama’s passion and drive to win may blind him to his surroundings and teammates but he truly believes that the setter is the one who clears the path for their spikers. When their spikers feel cornered and the walls are closing in, it is the setter who “cuts through the wall that looms” ahead. The old Kageyama who was a prisoner to speed is no longer, and his growth as a player brings me to tears every time.  5. “Someone once asked me, ‘Do you ever feel bitter over the fact that you’re not a regular on the team, and amongst your juniors there’s a genius to boot?’ I never understood the exact definition of what it was to be a genius to begin with, but upon hearing the question, I understood the general gist of what they were getting at.  Every so often there will be someone who thinks that ‘people like Atsumu’ were ‘good’ from the get-go. But the thing is, if I practiced something from 1-10 every day, then people like Atsumu would have done it from 1-20. Or, they would have done the same 10 but in a more efficient or concentrated manner. They might also ask ‘Instead of doing it 1-10, how about I tried it from A-Z, what would happen then? Now doesn’t that sound interesting?’  They’re the kind of people who think about stuff like that. Even if they fail, even if they are hated and get ostracised by others, no matter whether they’re right or they’re wrong, even if they subvert something the rest of us hold in high regard, they’re the kind of people who can’t sit still without giving it a go. Even if they start coughing up blood from their lungs, they’re the kind of people who want to keep on running, no matter what.  There’s going to be a lot of people in this world who make you go ‘Wow, I’ll never be able to defeat them,’ and it’s only natural that you think they’re amazing people. I think that to be able to keep charging ahead is a talent in and of itself. You can call people like them whatever you like, the term ‘genius’ isn’t exactly an insult. That said, to think they were ‘good from the get go’ is to condemn yourself to a predetermined defeat without even playing a match against them, and I also think it’s very rude.”  This quote, hands down, is one of my favorite quotes of all time. It is not genius or natural talent that makes individuals truly great, but it is grit. Without a doubt, people are not born equal. There will always be someone with more innate talent or latent capabilities. We all begin at different starting lines. But those who truly stand out are those who go the extra mile, like those dubbed to be the Monster Generation (Kageyama, Atsumu, Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima, Oikawa, etc.). To others they may seem like natural prodigies but behind their flawless technique and precise ball control lies countless hours of training. They trained harder than anyone else, sacrificed in order to hone their abilities, and ran farther than the rest of the pack. They’re the type to fixate on what lies before them without much regard to anything else.They eat, sleep, breathe, and live volleyball with every waking second. They’re always trying new things (Atsumu pulling off the freak duo quick in the middle of the Inarizaki match) and continually looking for ways to improve (“But the thing is, if I practiced something from 1-10 every day, then people like Atsumu would have done it from 1-20. Or, they would have done the same 10 but in a more efficient or concentrated manner. They might also ask ‘Instead of doing it 1-10, how about I tried it from A-Z, what would happen then? Now doesn’t that sound interesting?’ They’re the kind of people who think about stuff like that”; Kageyama keeping a volleyball journal). It is not what they were born with that makes them great; it is their overwhelming desire to win.  6. “‘Yesterday’ has already disappeared behind us. Many, many yesterdays have become a part of our muscles. What shall we do, today?” This quote, chills. There’s no point ruminating about the past or what has already passed; you can’t change it. (In retrospect, I wish I included another quote from Inarizaki in this panel: “One time is enough. We rise to the challenges of today.”) You learn from the mistakes of yesterday and use them as stepping stones for tomorrow. I wish I could eloquently phrase how much I love this quote or my interpretation of it but alas, my writing is fancy Garbage.  7. “But if… just if… that moment comes for you, that will be the moment you really get hooked on volleyball.” If you didn’t get chills when Tsukishima blocks Ushijima, I have no words for you. Tsukishima-it’s-just-a-club Kei, Tsukishima-I’m-the-normal-guy Kei — Tsukishima Kei, who always underestimates his own capabilities and relies on what he can see in front of him, blocking the Ushijima Wakatoshi, one of the top three high school aces nationally. The character development from someone who did the bare minimum (as noted by other players/coaches at one of the training camps) to someone who finally had their moment to get hooked on volleyball is one of my favorite progressions of all time. Seeing him fall in love with volleyball gradually and then all at once is truly heartwarming and beautiful to witness.  8. “No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world.” This quote is incredibly empowering to me. Even if your days consist of mundane activities, you are the protagonist of your own story every day. You may not be the main character in a shounen manga or an adolescent seeking to usurp the government in a dystopian novel, but this is your story. No one can tell it like you do and no one can replicate your story. It is yours and yours only.  And that concludes my Haikyuu word vomit! I really do wish I could have properly conveyed my pure adoration and love for this series better. I truly do love Haikyuu so very, very much. It will always have a special place in my heart and I will never forget the memories and lessons it has taught me! Thank you, Furudate-sensei, for such a beautiful story. And thank you Haikyuu, for everything. For all the losses and victories we shared. For all the smiles and laughter, and for all the tears we shed. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 

[apollostears]

SORCERERS’ ANONYMOUS [ jujutsu kaisen ]

↬︎ anime: jujutsu kaisen

↬︎ featuring: fushiguro megumi, nobara kugisaki, and yuji itadori

↬︎ warning(s): none

PLOT. headcanons on being besties with the first-years at jujutsu tech. sorcerers' anonymous is the name of y'all's groupchat.

[ groupchat (1) (2) ]

you met megumi in middle school. before attending jujutsu tech together after you discovered you could see curses. gojo took you under his ‘wing’ which was a hot mess. since then, the fushiguro boy was your best friend.

your relationship with each other was flakey at first. you liked to talk and megumi didn't, your dynamics were waayy off. but soon, eight months after your arrival to be exact, the two of you became besties.

megumi is fiercely protective of you and vice versa, the two of you developing into a pretty strong duo. then, nobara and yuji came along. and that was a shit show.

unfortunately, gojo and you had the same mannerisms sometimes which meant that when the other two joined, you were friendly while megumi was indifferent. nobara and yuji took to you quickly, adoring your welcoming nature.

megumi sulked for a bit, feeling like he had lost his bestie (poor megs) but eventually he came to welcome the two new additions and y'all went from a pair to a quartet.

you and nobara have monthly shopping trips with maki that almost always get crashed by yuji wanting to tag along.

the four (you, megs, yuji, & nobara) of you have a specific ramen shop that you'll go to after every training session, mission, and just because. you guys have tried just about every version of ramen the place offers and are seen as regulars.

after nobara pointed out that y'all didn't have a groupchat, you made one and it was both the worst and best thing to ever happen to y'all.

it was quickly identified that megumi was a meme overlord and mainly communicated through the use of them. yuji sometimes joining in on megumi's meme usage.

yuji likes to type in caps lock to showcase his excitement to talk to you guys. its annoying af.

nobara abuses the voice audio option and almost every other text is a voice message which then leads to all of you using it at the most inconvenient times.

you use the reaction buttons and animojis/memojis a ridiculous amount. a habit you adopted from texting inumaki sometimes.

y'all have a shared gallery of incriminating photos of gojo (and nanami on the rare chance he's caught off guard).

you guys talk shit about each other but to each other's face.

"yuji, no offense, but you're dumb as fuck sometimes."

"i could say the same about you, megumi."

"i feel bad for sukuna. must suck having to deal with a dumbass like you for a vessel."

"for once, i agree with the kid." "shut up sukuna."

yuji and you have a jennifer lawrence watch party every other week, todo joins in sometimes when he can.

the four of you read manga together and have a manga book club that inumaki, maki, and panda are apart of. nanami makes you guys snacks and gojo isn't allowed to attend after suggesting a josei manga to read.

sleepovers are on a weekly basis. it usually starts with nobara falling asleep on your bed after talking herself to sleep, followed by yuji's presence because he can't sleep unless you tell him a story (he's baby). which prompts him to fall asleep on your lap with half his body hanging off the side of the bed and lastly, megumi. he comes well into the night around two am after several hours of tossing and turning to settle himself on the floor next to your bed, pinky linked with yours as he finally finds sleep.

on the nights where you can't sleep, you visit megumi and sleep with him. he always leaves a spot for you in case you come over late in the night. it's something the two of you have always done as a way to comfort one another.

when it comes to missions, you guys have code words for different situations. y'all even had codenames that you use to protect your "identities."

really it's an excuse to pretend like you're secret agents.

overall, the four of you have a very wholesome friendship that's envied by others. you guys would go to war for one another and it's a bond that will last the test of time.

❧ join the taglist: @supop @sunrayyellowhalo @exomama-random @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @pimpnameyannie @namjoonswifeyy @simplyskz-maya

[asktheartpone]

50. What's the closest thing all of your ocs would have in terms of a negative physical prejeduce? I. E "I will never hang out with ponies who have green clothing"

First of all, Imma bonk you for your example because I know exactly what you're talking about. XD (We stan your green clothes here, dumbass. XD <3)

Second, you did say all your OCs, so bare with me (answered under the cut because long-ish list) :

Heartistry: She tends be cool with just about anyone regardless of what they look like. Growing up in Rainbow Falls, she tended to see all sorts of different ponies between holiday shoppers, sports fanatics, and every pony else in between. She does tend to be wary towards elderly stallions because one had flirted outright with her once when she was younger (but not a filly).

Embi: If Embi perceives you as a sunshiny-goody-four-hooves kind of pony/creature, you're already on her shit list. If you're outright about your moral values (protest shirts, saintly appearing), not only will she openly and rudely avoid you, but she'll full out try to emotionally tear them apart. She is the Spirit of Disappointment after all!

Rustic Winds: Since he grew up in Appleloosa and had a lot of morals driven into him, he tends to be prejudiced towards ponies that look like "fuck boys"/punks. Some features include backwards hats/caps, more than 3 locations pierced at a time, sagging pants (yes, I know not many ponies wear pants), and excessive tattoos.

Winter Prism: She tends to think that ponies that appear to be upright and business-y are not worth her time. Even if they're the most chill pony in the world under the official attire, she won't allow herself to be in the same room as someone that she sees as uptight and no fun. The only exception to that is if she knows some pony in person and knows they need to be dressed up for the occasion, but even then, she gets wary.

Alister: It may come off as weird for Alister to have any kind of prejudices as a wyvern, but one thing that makes him worry is a beard and glasses combination. The only reason for this is he clearly recalls the times Heartistry's ex had made her hurt and cry and now that's the connection he makes. Heartistry is quick to make sure he doesn't go out of his way to harm some pony that does have this going on.

Asuka/Nightengale (MHA): Because she's a hero, she tries to put those sorts of emotions behind her for the sake of what needs to be done. However, she's found she seems to be far more annoyed with men that are excessively muscular. Asuka has a gut feeling that unless it's related to their quirk, they're only beefing up to take advantage of women. Also, although this would likely go for anyone, if she perceives someone as pervert or a r*pist, she's going to get violent. There has been at least 3 different times where Kirishima has had to hold her down due to Mineta's perverted remarks towards her or any of the girls/women at UA (when she visits).

Katsumi (Danganronpa): She has a very noticeable aversion towards fat men (such as Hif*mi and Teruteru). She's read enough manga where she associates fat men with perversion, and none of the heavier set men have proven that wrong. She feels guilty sometimes because she's the Ultimate Support, but once either of them say something, the guilt immediately disappears and she takes off to someone else that would make her more comfortable.