#was deliberate and itd be funny in the moment

[chisatowo]

anhane and tsugusayo?

Ok! Um! Starting with tsugusayo I do indeed adore them, but I am also VERY picky with them since a lot off ppl chose the most boring version of them in the universe to make stuff for since its usually a very one directioned dynamic to a lot of ppl if that makes sense? Not one sided but like it's more abt one side than the other (Sayo lol) which even if that wasn't the case I'm also pretty picky on Tsugumi characterisations so in general I kind of just sit in my lil corner and ignore most of everyone else lol. Anhane is more complicated for me ngl, I will say upfront that I do like them, funnily enough in a very similar way I enjoy parechu gotta love the canon gay ppl, but dear god has the fanbase kinda. Soured them a bit for me. Like Ive said before the sekai fandom is very incapable of being normal abt them (or lesbians in general but you don't need me to tell you that dhsngdkdh) and I think a large part of it is that they're in the same unit as two of the guys which often leads ppl to writing their relationship to "balance out" Akito and Toya's relationship. While I do have complicated feelings on them, I will defend their canonness to the death since I'm rly rly tired of seeing canon lesbians get erased because of bad translations by the english team and almost comical ignorance from the english community. Obviously no one is obligated to ship them it's fine, this is more so abt ppl who say shit like "oh they don't even know how gay this looks" or make "they're dumb stupid uwu baby lesbians who don't even realise they're gay for eachother" jokes those just drive me up the wall lol. I just feel very protective of them since it rly feels like ensekai has been more like thorough than I thought they would be even when I first realised they were gonna get no homod a bit? Idk at least with parechu I mostly just feel like it's sloppy translation since they've been ok with other honestly almost more explicitly gay stuff in the past, but with ensekai Im legitimately not sure if they're being actually homophobic or not lol

[owlf45]

Alright, starting @aconstantstateofbladerunner’s Butterfly. I’ll probably do three or four chapters per entry. Time to fear and be afraid. I am already filled with dread 

First chapter! 

First line: “Izuku is fading.” Diction sounds pretty deliberate. It matches the context but knowing Blade’s careful attention to detail I’m assuming that line means so much more for future chapters, so I Am Feeling Fear Already 

Dadmight my beloved 

Love the writing style. It feels sparse but saturated with emotion, while balancing a very conversational note. I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that most of the richer and detailed writing comes with the more intense moments

Anyway calm before the storm. I’m so happy yay :’) cant you tell how relieved i am?? so relieved. 

haha oh no ive heard about all the foreshadowing in this first chapter,, and even with the knowledge and spoilers i still dont quite get it even though clearly the superman books mean something,, oh no 

Dadmight my beloved

Blue Beetle,, bugs,,, blue beetle,, i remember that guy. hm > - > the blue beetles had pretty cool powers from my memory. oh theres the explanation, there’s jaime,, oh boy im getting jaime & butterfly parallels already, perhaps, maybe 

A SOUND OF THUNDER. oh boy 

Yes, i will say this everytime its relevant, irritating or not, you know what im going to say...  Dadmight, my beloved

He called All Might dad,,, aw 

Second chapter! 

Dadmight my beloved 

Dadmight my beloved 

Dadmight my beloved 

Love the friendship between Izuku and Aoyama. It’s great. We need more Aodeku friendship,, 

the fact that so much of the class is suspicious of the illegitimate child theory from Todoroki is hilarious. I love that 

oh yay,, little towns hating outsiders,, children,, even though theyve never met them. love that,, small town feelings amiright haha,, jfc 

oh mineta and izuku rooming together. thats interesting. its probably how itd actually go in canon, minetas always seemingly tied up with or partnered with izuku some way or another 

I love Cheat-A and her quirk, it’s great. Also tradition cjwodnskdn that was funny. Here’s to hoping that she’s not the one who dies,,, ahah,,

“Oh, and Young Midoriya!” he called. Izuku stopped and turned around. “This is a pretty rural area, so there are a lot of bugs. Watch your step!” he teased and winked.

Pain pain pain pain pain

The whole teaching lesson with Izuku about breaking his bones was so cute,, aghhh I love that

Everyone picking and teasing on Izuku just ughh the class interactions are great. Love all their friendships

One or both of the Safari Duo Heroes are gonna die and I don’t know which but I feel eternal fear for them. Cheat-A is the more interesting of the two so my bets are on her even though I don’t want it to be

Oh no,, not public speaking,, it always makes me anxious even when it’s not damn real

Chapter 3! 

the chapter is called ‘the calm’ and there’s no way there won’t be dead bodies in this 

cold cold cold cold 

sero!!!! my beloved!!! 

i love midnight’s characterization in this fieowfnowie she’s great

“anyone ever told you you’d be a great villain?” 

sweats nervously haha,, oh no,, not that,, 

damn pathfinder, could you chill out a little,, fuckin jeez 

love the characterization from the kids who failed the entrance exam. feels realistic and something that’d actually be in the anime as a struggle. though it does make me want to punch him in the face a little. what an asshole 

sero & izuku friendship,, god i love it 

also can i just say that i love the characterization of all the kids? they actually feel like theyre children trying to have fun. its great 

There’s the dead body.

Ahah,,, oh dear,,, there it goes,, I guess I’ll end it here,, tomorrow is a new day

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Meeting Roman Godfrey

Chapter 1

Warning - cursing.

I never thought I’d miss traffic and noise. I always took it all for granted, hated it even. But now itd be a welcome old friend. Instead here i was, in a town with a handful of stop lights and not even one mall. You had to go on a road trip, to experience civilization, but I loved my uncle and he needed me... even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

I spotted a Barnes and Noble and actually squealed in excitement. i pulled up in my big body Benz and looked a little bit out of place, but i didnt care. My car was understated low profile over the top. With its clear panoramic sunroof, so much technology, and ambiance lighting, id always kid with my uncle that i needed it for my mental health. Really I was terribly spoiled and I knew it, yet I appreciated it and never tried to rub it anyone’s face and NEVER bragged.

inside there was a shockingly big lego display and i remembered how much i used to love assembling complicated structures, while most girls played wth dolls. People never interested me, like how machines and structures did. While most little girl wanted to play with dollies and imagine scenarios about their weddings and husbands, I was trying to improve my laptop (catching a few on fire in my early years).

I walked over and spotted a gigantic Death Star set and clapped in delight, when i heard a chuckle behind me. I turned around to find the best looking man I’d ever seen, dressed in a very nice suit for New York, let alone this shit hole town. He didnt waver or look away when i looked at him and almost looked as though he were daring me to look away. My god he was shockingly gorgeous but looks never have intimidated me, not much of anything does.

“What’s funny?” I asked looking him dead in the eye.

“You.” He smirked.

“Your face is funny.” i huffed and rolled my eyes. Who did he think he was? Green eyed, puffy lipped bastard.

To my surprise he laughed and looked me up and down. Assessed me like i was livestock. sizing me up and trying to decide if he could break me. 

“I’m Roman.”

“I’m American.” I replied.

“No my name is Roman.” He laughed heartily. An amused twinkle in his eye.

He really had the best smile, and I really have a thing for noses, if you think about it, its the most imprtant facial feature. A nose can make or break a face, and his cute little slightly upturned nose with its perfect symmetry was for sure making it. combine that with gorgeous green eyes, long lashes, defined bone structure and standing at least 6′3″ he must be one of the biggest pains in the ass, this side of the Mississippi!

 If i was the type to give a shit, I might feel self conscious in my velvet Juicy track suit with my hair in a sloppy pony tail and not even a stitch of make up but luckily i was not. Why pretty boy wanted to trade names, probably had nothing to do with me, and much more to do with what he could get out of me. I usually didn’t pay much attention to anyone of the opposite sex, I just didn’t have the patience or interest, but something about this one...

“Generally when I tell someone my name, they oblige me with their own.” He said staring into my eyes with such an intensity that I reacted almost involuntarily.

I have a defect. If someone tries to tell me what to do or control me, I am not fucking having it. Authority has always been an issue, and this was no different. I bet he isnt used to being ignored, and i do enjoy helping people expand their horizons so i turned around and acted like I hadnt heard him.

He walked in front of me, blocking my view of the legos and ducked down a bit to get eye contact. He’s either crazy or incredibly confident. I raised my eyebrows as if to say “can i help you” and I know my face was absolutely sassy.

His face hardened “tell me. Your. Name.” He said slowly and deliberately.

Now it was my turn to laugh. I looked at him to see the smile or just kiddding , but it never came... WOW. So I leaned my face a couple inches from his face and I said “ha. Ha. Ha.”

The look on his face was absolutely priceless and just as I was about to walk away victorious, his nose began to bleed. Probably a coke head, i thought but I was pretty bored in this town so I figured I’d give him the benefit of the doubt and help him out. 

“Oh shit, your nose is bleeding.” i said lookinbg around for any type of tissue, when i noticed we were right next to the restrooms.

“What? Seriously? Can you get it?” he implored looking all frightened, dare I say fragile.

Without any hesitation, I wiped the blood from his face. “Come with me, we need tissue, bathroom is right here. Look up and hold your nose.” I grabbed his hand and recieved a shock. static electricity stayed with me a lot and often scared people but he didnt even flinch. He laced his fingers in mine as if it were the most natural thing in the world and i led him to the bathroom.

Once inside, I grabbed some tissues and directed him to stand over the sink. I wet some paper towels and wiped away the blood and then took took the dry tissues and pushed his head back and crammed little tissue torpedos in his perfect little nose. 

“Gotta admit, this is new.” He quipped, admiring my handy work in the mirror and laughing in spite of himself. 

“What? Bloody nose or a girl not being putty in your manicured hands?”

“Um.... all of it. You don’t listen, you’re kind of rude, but then when theres an issue, you dont hesitate to help and then you’re taking better care of my nose bleed than anyone. no one really takes charge with me.... and now I’m in a bathroom with a woman and we aren’t fucking.” He laughed again.

“Fucking. Classy. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were the Godfrey asshole everyone keeps telling me about.” Ever since I’d arrived at Hemlock grove, I’d heard Godfrey this and Godfrey that. Their name was on everything and I’d heard the son was like a 21 year old gorgeous ladies man that was as kind as he was humble. 

His face fell into a frown.

“I see that’s the general consensus about that guy. Cheer up Charlie, your nose stopped bleeding most likely, let me just pull these out. i gently pulled the tissues from his nose and waited for blood but none came. “Boom mothafucka its on!” i laughed at my own ridiculousness before turning and washing my hands.

“You are ridiculous” he stated matter of factly. 

Roman stood there quietly thinking. I could almost feel the wheels turning in his head. His mood had completely changed at the mention of the Godfrey kid.Maybe his family had lost everything because of them too or the guy stole this guys girl, i felt a little guilty so i relented a tiny bit.

“Hey listen, Roman was it?” He nodded and bit his lip. oh he knows what hes doing. boy he was trouble “I’m sorry if the Godfrey’s are a sore subject. I don’t know anything about anybody here. I’m just helping out my crazy uncle that fell down his basement stairs and broke his hands and neck. I’m from the west coast and this dreary fucking place isn’t exactly my cup of tea. I don’t know why I’m rude before I’m polite but it’s involuntary. My name is Letha, it’s like Lisa with a lisp and now I’ve officially over shared.” I could feel my face turning red. Why was He making me such an awkward mess? My God this WAS new.

suddenly he grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me in stopping just an inch away from my face. “Who put you up to this?” He asked with such venom in his voice it made me flinch. “WHO!?!?!” He screamed in my face.

I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. My mind raced and I began to panic. No one has ever screamed in my face like this and I didn’t like it and yet, the way his eyes searched mine and the tenseness in his body and just sheer panic made me do something I hardly ever did. Especially to a crazy stranger in the bathroom, but I had the overwhelming NEED to hug him. I fought past his hands trying to hold my shoulders in kind of a silly slap fight and grabbed him around the waist and buried my head in his shoulder. He smelled so good.This was outright crazy behavior for me, and i was confusing myself but if i tried to not think, it almost felt nice. A tense minute passed with me holding him as he calmed his breathing with his arms raised. If anyone walked in, it’d be pretty weird.

“Nobody sent me you nut job! Hug me back, you need a hug. And I am NOT a hugger.” i squeezed even harder, nuzzling my face into his collar, his chin gently resting on my head.

His arms hesitantly closed around my back and then he crushed me into a deep embrace. He really did need a hug. “You ok now crazy?” I asked trying to pull back to look at his face but he held me fast. He started to shudder a bit and it was then I felt the moisture hitting my forehead. 

Was this crazy ass dude crying? Oh no he was really crazy. Shit shit shit. Good job Letha, you’re gonna get murdered in a bookstore bathroom in shit hole Pennsylvania on a Friday afternoon. Why did you hug this fucking guy? Are you crazy?

Roman loosened his grip and looked deep in my eyes searching for something. What? Im unsure, but he must of found it, because he laughed and looked almost sweet, except tears were running down his face and a moment earlier he screamed at me. Boy I can pick em.

“Well Ms Letha, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’d love nothing more than to take you out this evening wherever you want to go. Before you refuse, I assure you I’m not crazy, it’s just I had a cousin named Letha, which I’m sure you’re aware is an unusual name, that I loved very much and she passed and I’m sorry. It caught me off guard.”

I had heard about that Letha. Everyone that found out my name, told me about Letha Godfrey, the Godfrey girl that was as kind as she was beautiful, but tragically got knocked up and lost her mind talking about angels being the father, and dating some weirdo outcast. when she went to give birth in the familys intimidating skyscraper medical facility, she mysteriously died and so did her baby.

“You’re the Godfrey kid.” I practically whispered staring at him with wide eyes as I tried to recall what I’d said about him TO him.

“Hardly a kid anymore I think.” He smiled. He was so handsome, it was freaking me out. “What’s your phone number? I have to run to the white tower, and then I’m all yours.”

I knew better. He was too good looking and too rich and too everything but something told me he needed me. I know it sounds crazy but I believed in my heart and soul, this perfect beautiful fucking legend of a man needed me. I can’t explain why. I told him my number and turned to walk out of the bathroom, but he grabbed my hand.

“Please answer.” He pleaded pressing a kiss to my hand. He wasn’t trying to make me do anything now. He was giving the power over to me and i was honestly taken aback a bit by the almost desperate look in his eyes. I knew in my heart, he genuinely needed me, but for what?

I can’t explain the feeling I felt in that bathroom with this man, but when I say I felt a deeper connection to him than I’d ever felt in my 22 years on this earth, I mean it. It was thrilling, and scary, and strange. I smiled at him and nodded my head.I tried to lie to myself and act like i wasnt going to answer but dammit I so was. 

Maybe it would work in my best interests favor that my uncles’ home was 50 miles outside of town in a very isolated area so I doubted once I told him where hed have to pick me up, he’d actually follow through.

He didn’t follow me out of the bathroom and I just made a bee line for my car. I had to go. I couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear. The cashier smirked at me with what I suspect a knowing glance. Boy oh boy did I know better than to get involved with this guy, but what was the worst that could happen?