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Eraserhead straight out of yuuei gets picked up by the hpsc for a 'special program' since he doesn't want to work under an agency, and his quirk is so applicable, the power to take power from others.
A mercenary, essentially. The hpsc want 'train' him to be a hired gun. Shouta, out of his head, depressed over Shirakumo, and having cut contact w his friends, accepts.
After years of having the blood of people he can't remember on his hands, after being what is, at its simplest form, a government pawn, shouta sees sense. He calls Mic, who is now top 50 in japan, popular radio host, and ethics teacher at Yueei High School, and asks for help for the first time.
Yueei acts out of a different government body than the hpsc, so they can't technically deny Principal Nedzū a new law and ethics teacher if that comes in the form of an extremely underground hero with erasure.
They do, however, have the power to enable him with a license to kill, and call him in for the bigger cases they need kept quiet.
Is this only revealed when Hawks becomes hpsc chairman after the war? Yes.
What?- 😭
Dunno what you talking about-
Bad things/violence sf has surprisingly not experienced (a compulsive list I made)
cigarette burns
tortured in a chair (but has been tied to one)
impaled
gagged (but has been muted in other ways)
tortured with pliers, nails, screws, drills or other tools (but he has been tortured with saws)
attacked by fully feral animals (but he has been mauled by intelligent feral/anthro characters)
experimented on/used as a test subject
stitched/sewn incorrectly
exposed nerves (but he has nerve damage)
struck by a vehicle
cooked/been prepared as food (but has been treated like food and eaten raw/alive)
sacrificed
probably other things I can’t think of right now
i always mean it when i say i love you btw
once, someone (he doesn't even remember who), between their unnecessarily praising speech to mori, mentioned how much his bandaged executive and him are similar. dazai was zoned out the whole speech so this small, unconsidered statement felt like a punch in the gut and suddenly he became extremely nauseous. they went on with their nonsense, mori listened with a polite smile on his face and all dazai could focus on was suppressing his urge to puke right into the speakers mouth, all over this huge room of mori's and finally on mori himself. he visualized in his head how his vomit will choke the speaker and how it'll pour from mori's hair. the smell would be awful.
later on, he stared at his distorted reflection on a puddle. a breeze lifted his coat, he smiled slightly and a few seconds later he was bent over to empty his whole stomach. he never had to vocalize it because he already knew. but how come others realize it too? he felt himself full of something sticky and poisonous, melting everything inside him and re-shaping them. he swears if he were to scratch and scrape his skin until it bleeds he'll find him there. was it always that obvious? at some nights he dreams himself on top of mori's dead body; his neck sliced open with a lancet. but deep down he knows there won't be any difference. it's too late, mori could die, disappear even; he has already injected all his venom into dazai's veins.
and dazai could see himself taking the syringe from mori's hands, just to poison another soul, just to melt them completely and destroy what they had of a person once. he knew all of these.
but still, he never got used to hear them from others.
Its so true, its a weird reality but to do well in life you’ll probably have to know how to bluff at the right moments…
Ok now do NYT columnists
GUYS I DONT BELIEVE IT. I FINISHED MY PORTFOLIO. FINALLY AHHHH
I CAN DRAW DIGITALLY AGAIN!!!
EVEN BETTER, I CAN DRAW MY TURTLE BOIZ LETS GOOOOOO
Chapter 1
An unusual friend
Briar Sanders was in the lunch room, waiting on her best friend John to sneak past the grumpy old lunch lady, find the mini fridge, and get back with the chocolate pudding he keeps claiming the lunch lady hoards.
“Dude, really?” She said, in a “you must be joking” tone.
“I’m telling you Bri; she keeps a whole stash of it instead of giving it out to students,” John said.
“You know if you get caught, she’s going to kill you right?”
“If she does, please surround my grave with the very pudding, I tried so hard to get.”
“Okay, would you like for me to play despacito at your funeral?”
“Please.”
Bri giggled. John was always overdramatic. But if he did get caught the lunch lady would kill him. Maybe then he’ll stop leaning on me for help. He needs to learn to clean up his own mess, Bri thought. “Psst! Bri!” Bri turned around and saw John with an armful of chocolate pudding. Bri’s eyes widened. Holy Peck! He was RIGHT?! “I know what you’re thinking; the noble hero has slain the beast and brought back the monster’s treasure,” John said, using a silly deep voice.
“Not even close,” Bri said smiling, “but I hope you plan on sharing the beast’s treasure with a fellow citizen, brave adventurer,” Bri used the silly deep voice as well. John laughed, “be my guest.”
As Bri picked up a cup of chocolate pudding, she turned to John. “I hope you’ve been working on your parkour,” she said smiling, knowing what John would say, “I’ll be testing you after school today.”
John stopped and froze as his eyes widened with a spoonful of chocolate pudding hovering just outside of his mouth. He forgot… again. What else isn’t new? Here comes his ‘see what happened was…’ Bri predicted. “Well… see what happened was…” John set his spoon down.
“Called it! You forgot!” Bri said smiling smugly.
“No! I didn’t! I just… forgot…”
“You’re the one who asked me to teach you parkour, so why?”
“I just did okay? You can teach me after me and my family get back from spring break.”
“Fine!” Bri said, rolling her eyes. She didn’t know how anyone could NOT be so excited by parkour. Bri’s father, the chief of the town’s police, was someone who she looked up to, someone who she wanted to be when she grew up. So, she tried to learn all there was to learn when it came to police work, including tracking, laws, street smarts, she wanted to learn parkour to use when it came to catching crooks, and many more things that she needed to learn in hopes to fill in her dad’s shoes one day. Her dad and his partner, her godfather, Deputy David, taught her almost everything they knew at the age of at least six. John thought it was awesome and begged Bri for two whole months to teach him how to parkour like her.
Bri brushed off her thoughts and picked up her can of Grape Soda. What could go wrong with some fizzy grape juice and some chocolate pudding? “Ew,” John said.
“Oh hush. Or should I remind you of the time you ate ketchup with salad?” Bri said this, knowing he would be quiet.
“Never mind it’s cool,” John’s smile all of the sudden faded when he saw what was on the can. “Look, another one,” he said sadly. Bri turned her can to the side. On the side was a little girl, who looked about nine, with strawberry blonde curls in pigtails, she had an orange top with a red skirt. She was hugging a fully grown man who had a strawberry blonde beard and work duds. On the photo said:
MISSING CHILD! Elaina Everheart. Call Police if you have any information.
“Yeah… Another one,” Bri said with a sigh, as she set her can down, “I’m getting a little scared John. Kids under fifteen are disappearing left and right, and this is one of those towns where nothing happens!” John looked at his friend. He was hardly ever serious, but even he could not deny that this was terrifying, that and he hated seeing his friends scared or sad. Then an idea popped into his head, remembering his best friend’s favorite candy.
“Hey you like taffy, right?” He said. Taking out some taffy that was purple and pink out of his pocket. “Um hello? I don’t like taffy, I LOVE it!” Bri took a piece out of his hands and took a bite. “Mmmmm! This is so good! Where did you get this?” Bri asked. It tasted more like bubble gum than taffy. I don’t see a wrapper, or what company it’s from. Wait… now it’s starting to taste a little weird. Which it was, it was now tasting like the after taste of cheesecake. Bri looked over to John, he was chewing some of the taffy too, and he had the, “this tastes super weird” look on his face. “I found it in the mini fridge along with the rest of the chocolate pudding,” he answered. “Is it tasting weird to you as well?” Bri asked. John nodded as he put the rest of the taffy down. Yeah, good idea. I can’t eat this either.
Bri heard giggling and looked up, no one was there. She looked at John, he heard it too. They were both expecting the popular girls to come over and make fun of them again but, there was no one. Guess we just imagen- Wait! What’s that?! There was a black figure that went past the janitor and into the hallway. “Did you see that too?” John asked. Bri nodded. It could just be another student. But it was way too short. “You think we should check it out? It’s too short to be student,” she asked. John looked happy. “Something exciting in child prison? Let’s go!” He said. They got their stuff and walked towards the exit.
“Hey! You punks better get your butts back into those chairs!” The janitor said.
“But we need to go to the bathroom,” Bri lied.
“Then why do you have your stuff, hmm?” He asked.
“Because we only have four minutes left in here?” John said.
“… fine,” the janitor gave in.
Bri thanked him and the duo hurried down the hallway. After three lefts and a right or two, Bri held out her arm to stop John. There was a little girl with black braided pigtails, a very old black dress, and pale skin. She was turned away from Bri and John and was walking off. She looked too young to be in junior high, she looked about eight. “Excuse me, little girl?” Bri said, grabbing her attention. She jumped and turned around. Her eyes were really blue, most blue eyed people Bri has meet or seen were usually like a grey-blue color. But this little girl’s eyes were as blue as pool water. She had a necklace that was as deep blue as her eyes, and a soft, sweet, and gentle voice. She looked at them for a moment and then she shook her head, muttering the words, “nah, no way.”
“No way what?” John asked. The little girl looked shocked. “Are you lost? Where are your parents?” He asked.
Bri kept looking at the dress, she’s seen a little girl in a dress like that in a history book somewhere before. “We can help you,” Bri said bending down to meet her level. She’s quiet, I hope we don’t scare her. “Nice dress, are you part of a school play or something?” She asked conversationally.
The little girl leaned to the left, they still stared at her. Then she leaned to the right, they still stared. Finally, she screamed, “AAAAAAHHH!” John and Bri jumped back. “NO WAY! CAN YOU GUYS REALLY SEE ME?!?!?!?!” She yelled.
“Uh, yes of course we can?” Bri answered. What kind of question is that?
“AAAH! How is this possible?!” She asked. Bri and John looked at each other with confusion.
“Eyesight?” John guessed.
“No! Humans can’t see ghosts! Not unless- unless- how- wha- did you-“ the little girl stuttered.
Bri and John looked at each other again, confused and shocked. “Did you just say ghost?” Bri asked. Is she trying to pull a prank on us or something? The little girl started to say crazier things and she didn’t know what was going on. Neither did Bri or John. Ok! This is getting us nowhere. “Alright well, little… girl, child-“
“Agatha, or Aggie,” she said.
“Aggie, we’ll help you but you don’t need to make up things like you being a ghost. Come on, we’ll take you to the front office, we can call your parents there, and-“ Bri reached for Agatha’s hand but it went right through. Bri jerked her hand back, she looked at John, who was just as stunned and shocked as she was. Bri reached out again, trying to touch the girl’s face, her hand just passed through just like it did before. “I’m not making this up!” Aggie said. Clearly! “I’m dead! I’ve been dead for- what year is it?” She asked. “2017,” John answered. “Right so that’s-…Wait WHAT?!?! That’s, that’s………… that’s three hundred years,” she said in disbelief. “You’ve been dead for that long?” Bri asked.
The bell rang. Time to go to class. “Hey we’re off to class, do you want to come with us?” Bri offered. Aggie started to float, “Yes please! I love learning!” She said excitedly. Huh, I guess that makes sense, since only boys could go to school to learn things in her time. But still, this is the first time I’ve ever met a kid her age that wants to learn.
“Hey Briar,” said a soft but evil voice. Bri knew that voice, Addison. Her backpack was ripped off her arms and Bri turned around. It was Addison alright, and her “friends”. One of the most popular girls in Bri and in John’s grade. “What are you guys doing? Making out?” Addison asked in an obnoxious tone. EW! John and Briar were always assumed a couple, Bri never knew that being best friends with a guy would be such a big deal. “Ew!” Bri and John said in unison. They looked at each other, it wasn’t often that they said things together, but then they turned back to Addison. “We’re just friends! For the bazillionth time!” Addison laughed, “well I’m sure you won’t be needing this Bri.”
Bri got annoyed and felt her temper rising, “I said my FRIENDS call me Bri, those who aren’t my friends just call me Briar.”
“Sheesh, so formal,” Addison said, “oh, wait.” Addison reach into Bri’s backpack and pulls out Bri’s phone. “I need another of these,” she said.
Bri got really mad, her whole life was in that phone. Texts from her dad, photos of family, and what happened to her mom. “Why do you need another one?! Your Dad has already bought you several other phones!” Bri exclaimed.
“And I need some gossip, your phone has some right?” Addison said. She tried to get the face ID for the phone by holding it in front of Bri, but as soon as she held it out, Bri tried to snatch it away. Addison held the phone up. “Don’t make me drop it!” She teased.
“Give it back PECK NECK!!!” Bri swore. Now it was Addison who got mad this time. Addison pushed Bri on the ground and kicked her in the stomach. Even for a spoiled barbie doll, Addison’s dad made her take self-defense classes in his paranoia that she would get taken one day for being a rich kid. Of course, Addison never used it on anyone bad, she only used it to beat up other kids when she didn’t get her way. The fact that she was a cheerleader and was used to practicing and using her legs didn’t help either. She could easily beat anyone up, whether it was other girls or boys.
John ran up and shoved Addison to the ground, Addison’s friends were cheering her on as she got up and punched John. “Wow! Your weak Sanders. Guess it is like mother like daughter, no wonder she died from tha-“ Addison had the wind knock out of her as something punched her in the gut. Bri looked up to see Aggie floating and shoving the big bad bully on to the ground. Addison’s friends were frightened, not seeing the source of what happened, and they ran down the halls screaming. “He- HEY! Don’t leave me here!” Addison yelled at them as she joined the screaming girls and ran off too.
“Peck necks,” Aggie said. Aggie looked at Bri and got a worried look on her face. “Are you okay Briar?” Aggie asked. She held out one of her hands to Bri. It was a habit so Bri took her hand, and it didn’t go through. “How?” Bri questioned when she was on her feet. “I can decide whether or not I want to touch something or someone,” Aggie explained, “sorry Briar, I didn’t want to hurt her I just got mad at the way she was treating you.”
Bri smiled. “It’s okay. Normally we would get in trouble for this but the fight ended early. John, you okay?” She asked.
John got to his feet, “I think one of my tooths are loose but other than that I’m fine. Also, Aggie, don’t say Peck necks.”
Bri rolled her eyes, “she’s already dead, let her some fun.”
The bell rang again. “Second bell we might want to go,” John said. He kneeled to meet Aggie’s level, “do you still want to come to class?”
Aggie floated again and laughed. “Yesss! Let’s go!” Bri picked up her backpack and her phone, “Alright, follow us Aggie. History class is next.”
“Coming Briar!” Aggie squealed in delight. When Aggie flew next to Bri, she smiled as she held her hand. Bri looked down and smiled back at her.
“Call me Bri,” she said.
I caved and made the closest thing I’ve ever gotten to a decent Overwatch OC. Enjoy.
21st December 2020
We’re lacking content of Thad, Bart, and Owen all together so here, I drew y’all this gift on my phone at 2 AM.
Merry Christler, you spunky queers 💞
pov: 3am is the perfect time to sing happy birthday to a wanted arsonist
don't worry guys he ate the cake 10 hours later ✨️✨️
dare i say that neito monoma would have been a great protagonist?
i feel like the fandom either hate or love monoma, and i'm not ashamed to say i love him. he's probably one of my favorite characters amongst the students
so allow me to yap about how i feel a monoma-centric rewriting of mha would go
it would have the same start as the canon focused on izuku. monoma learns early in life that quirks have a huge impact on the way people see you but he decides to become a hero anyway.
the story would focus on monoma accepting he cannot become a hero like All Might (or the most popular ones in general), that he has to use his own tricks despite how unheroics they may seem. it would put an emphasis on monoma's inferiority complex. he literally describes himself as a 'background character' (or something like that). then you'd also have the whole dynamic of neito having a quirk considered weak/useless/villainous and having to prove his worth to both himself and his classmates (that would be interesting if he was fighting against Todoroki or Bakugou).
Shinsou would be an important part of the story too because i love him and i wish we'd seen more of their dynamic.
and don't even get me started on monoma making fun of 1A. I feel like this could make an interesting point on unhealthy coping mecanisms. like, you just need vlad king (who would be the parental figure™ of the story) telling monoma that putting other down won't help him in the long run, that he needs to focus on himself and that popularity doesn't matter in high school (it sounds like shit but trust me it has potential). and then bam (pun intended) you get a parallelism with bakugou who's also working on himself.
as the story goes, monoma learns to trust his classmates and work with them. he accepts he needs others to succeed (yk the whole power of friendship team) and is proud to be alongside his classmates and friends during fights.
monoma canonically struggles with his grades, which could be an important theme related to his self-worth issues (like, he's the only one who failed the midterms so he feels bad bc he feels like he doesn't deserve his place in the hero course)
and last but not least, you could even draw a parallel between him and afo: afo steals quirks, and so does monoma. the only diference being that monoma is doing this to help people and works with others.
anyways, i love him 🩷
Alice is kinda hot
Also Martin would be so pissed knowing that his name is Norris
Converting people to the path of sin (convincing a friend to listen to my podcasts)
You have to anwser this and admit to all of tumblr how uncultured u are abt movies and shows. It’s baffling.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaa fine
hi, i'm lerin and my dear dear friend has asked. and so my dear dear friend will recieve
Shows I have finished:
Gravity Falls
Futurama
Sandman Season 1
Good Omens Season 1
Our Flag Means Death Season 1
Phineas and Ferb
Milo Murphy's Law
Naruto (technically the manga)
Soul Eater (manga and anime)
Ouran Highschool Host Club (manga and anime)
Full Metal Alchemist (manga)
Assassination Classroom (manga)
Clone High Season 1
Silent Voice (Manga)
Silver Spoon (Manga)
Game of Thrones (yeah, i know)
Series of Unfortunate Events
Over the Garden Wall
Inside Job
Epithet Erased
there's probably more but... yeah
do podcasts count?
it's not visual media but still...
oh no.... don't ask how many games I've played. noooooo, i could never..... / j
A really short Wakfu post season 4 fanfic that I made by accident
It was midnight in the Sadida Kingdom, everyone was asleep, except Amalia, Armand’s funeral was next day and she couldn’t sleep, so she decided it was better to have a walk in the forest, given that she wasn’t sleeping anytime soon.
She found herself in front of Dally’s statue, but not because she missed her friend, in fact, he, Eva, Ruel, Adamaï and Yugo had stayed to support her during these last difficult weeks, she was there because it was the last place where someone could see her, she couldn’t let her people(or her friends) see her like that, emaciated, crying and tired, she couldn’t take it anymore, the stress, the arrangements after the war, accommodating the Eliatropes(no matter how much Yugo told her that it wasn’t necessary and that he would take care of his people, that she should rest, she had replied that she would continue to help them just as they had helped her and her people), the funeral, her coronation in very few days… suddenly, she heard a voice behind her “Amalia? Amalia, are you okay?” The last thing she needed, Yugo, why did he always have to worry about others? He was also like her, without sleeping every night, why did he never cared about his own well-being? Amalia quickly wiped her tears, turned around and smiled at him,
“I-i’m o-okay, d-don’t worry” Yugo looked at her worried, and, resting his hand in her shoulder he said “Are you sure? I know these weeks have been difficult, especially for you” Amalia got up quickly, and, trying to smile she answered “Yes, yes, don’t worry, it’s late already, I think I’m going to sleep” before Yugo could say another word, Amalia was already gone, leaving him alone.
she vend on my machine till i-
OH GOD DAMMIT
it got- fucking....
It got stuck in the fucking mACHINE AGAIN
I JUST WANT MY SNACK. CANT I HAVE ANYTHING IN THIS CRUEL HEARTLESS WORLD ‽‽‽
Somebody: Jasons so angry and aggressive and kills people- hes the most violent batfamily member Bruce-I-would-have-killed-joker-had-fucking-superman-not-stopped-me-and-I-would-do-it-again-if-any-harm-befalls-my-family-also-i-beat-up-people-daily-as-therapy-wayne: what? Dick-i-was-planning-a-mans-murder-at-age-eight-and-would-have-done-it-also-i-didn't-have-superman-so-i-did-kill-joker-Grayson-Wayne: huh? Tim-My-body-count-is-probably-six-digits-by-now-but-it-doesn't-count-if-bruce-doesn't-know-stalker-Drake-Wayne: repeat that? Damian-i-came-with-the-katana-and-a-body-count-at-age-eight-wayne: what did you say about Ahki? Stephanie-i-will-crack-mad-funny-jokes-while-beating-your-face-in-with-a-brick-Brown-Wayne: waht? Barbara-i-wouldn't-but-like-i-could-and-i-know-you-and-your-entire-family-extending-to-your-great-uncle-thirteen-times-removed-Gordon-Wayne: *typing on keyboard* what was that? Duke-I-created-a-cult-about-robin-and-also-i-was-raised-in-gotham: sorry?
AHHHHHHHHHHH! THESE DOODLES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE IT! :DD
The difference between my digital and traditional art is actually scary- like I’d kill for even one of my digital pieces to look like this- 😭😭
anyways, drawing neglected ocs
“The face of the one whose heard one too many of ‘Caesar’s stupidity’.”
Based off these screenshots: (courtesy of @ itsukaes on Twitter)
to clear things (kind of): I wrote my last post because I feel just... generally uninspired to write. I know that I shouldn’t create something solely for the sake of likes on it and I don’t, but at the same time it seems like I only write for myself
but
I also happen to be the most stubborn person on the whole globe, believe me, so fuck this shit including my own negative thoughts. I only archived my writings so I’ll set them public again along with my masterlist, and I’ll write again
I’ll share a prompt list because besides the fanfic I just started (drive away, it won’t be long, I swear xd) I still don’t have any ideas at the moment, so please, pretty please, choose something. I never ignored a request before, I never will, maybe I’ll write it later but still
Okay, hear me out, hear me out— Johan Liebert as an avatar of The End
how the fuck am i supposed to respond to this
metalheads bobutters (they're posers)
Rewatching Book 3 because of the ship and this is what I think of
I need more hype for Callum Ballimore. I NEED it.
