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“Well then, lets turn our attention to the studios. Ms. Jackson, is our leading lady there yet?”

“Not yet, Mr. Brown, but she supposedly will be soon! Zaniah Dazzle is nothing, if not punctual after all!”

The crowd roars to life, flippers and wings clapping together as a limosuine pulls up to the red carpet. Shouts fill the streets— ZANIAH! MS. ZANIAH!— as the door opens. A golden yellow heel meets the fabric, and out she steps into the limelight, cameras flashing in her direction.

Zaniah Dazzle, the leading lady of Dead Bird Studios for the past few decades.

“Stunning as always, Ms. Dazzle!” Ms. Jackson, a penguin reporter with two sets of shades on, exclaimed as she waddled up to Zaniah. Zaniah removed her sunglasses, crouching down to meet the microphone. “This dress is amazing! The silk, the yellow, ah, its beautiful!”

Zaniah smiled and gave a polite laugh, “why thank you!” One of the cameramen asked for a twirl, and Zaniah gave one. The skirt— floor length and drapey, like that of an old statue— swayed with the movement. All the birds in the audience start cheering, a few fans towards the back even fainting.

don't be sorry!!! I haven't been doing the best at answering my ask box these past few weeks either, so it's all chill

I'm getting so excited for these chapters, because I'm almost there - slowburn payoff is right around the corner. I'm so hyped.

Kuro and Sanemi met in the training yard for the nightly hashira training. Whoever had the time or the capacity to participate, trickled in at varying times.  Kuro and Sanemi had already finished their first round, when Muichiro joined. Giyu and Obanai arrived shortly after and began their own duel. It was obvious Muichiro was not called a prodigy for no reason and all three received their fair share of new bruises, although Sanemi and Kuro had teamed up against the young hashira together.  Sanemi, handed each a cup of water and they watched the ongoing match between the serpent and the water hashira with interest.  Giyu's water breathing was nothing short of impressive, so was Obanai's sword work of course - every hashira was a sight to behold and they were unmatched compared to ordinary swordsmen - but Kuro's eye was not drawn by the shorter man with the snake draped around his neck, but by the calm focus of the fighter in the mismatched haori. 

The sensation of his hand enveloping her fingers was still a vivid memory at the forefront of her mind and the entire day she had struggled to keep her thoughts from straying back to the depth of his blue eyes. The elegant competence he displayed with a sword in hand was a sight she could have gotten lost in… “... you listening?” She heard Sanemi ask, answering with a soft "hmm” in confirmation as Giyu demonstrated an elegant maneuver around Obania's attack and when he moved in for a counter attack, the uniform pulled taut against his arm and chest.   Kuro was reminded of the morning in the butterfly mansion and the view she had gotten of his bare chest… "... in town,“ Samemi was still talking - or again?  His voice had a strange edge, she didn't quite know how to  interpret. 

Dragging her eyes away from Giyu, she glanced to the side curious now and to her shock she found Sanemi already facing her, looking like a cat ready to pounce its prey.

Whether it was to toy or to eat, she would probably find out in a moment.

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Deviation of a hero

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"My name is Tamagawa Sansa, I'm going to ask you some questions, okay? Call me Sansa if that's what makes you feel comfortable. "

Izuku looked down at his hands.

"No."

He then realized it sounded like he was refusing to call the- call Tamagawa, Sansa, whatever his name. "I- I mean, I need a moment, someone already bombarded be with questions a few hours ago," He said, voice rough and fingers raw from scraping.

The cat- man? Cat-man's eyes widen for a moment. "...Of course, would you like to go home or stay here for the night? We can give you some amenities." 

He peeled and pulled at the band-aids on his fingers, watching the nude tone, sticky bandage curl in on itself, peeking at the red that stained the white cotton underneath.

"Here." He whispered, voice hoarse.

He wanted to stop thinking. He wanted to rewind time to three hours ago and talk to his mom for a few minutes before she went to the supermarket.

In the span of a two minutes, his mom had walked there. Minute two, the sludge villain attacked. Minute three, the news reported on it.

He had sat there twiddling with a pen like an idiot.

Tamagawa said some bullshit about 'There's nothing you could have done,' When Izuku knew damn well he could've stopped the entire thing by happening if he just told All-Might, the stupid symbol of peace to watch the stupid, stupid, stupid fucking sludge villain so he couldn't kill. His. Mother.

All he wants right now is Inko.

Inko is not here. His mother, one of the only people who accepted him and gave a damn-

Stop swearing. Stop it. Stop it. Mom doesn't like it when people swear.

She was gone.

Why should he care?

She was gone.

He should honour her memory?

She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone.

She. Was. Gone.

"Can you call the father?... Uh, Hisashi Midoriya?" He hears Sansa say from outside the frosted glass of the room. They found him a few minutes after his mom when she apparently called out his name and they went to check.

God, he was such a terrible son. He put his head in his hands. His dying mother was the reason he was sitting on a cushy police station chair. 

"He's listed as providing monthly income, and he and Ms. Midoriya didn't divorce, but she put note that they weren't close. He hasn't answered."

Izuku looked like a fool. Absent father, dead mother. Practically an orphan.

He massaged his face in his hands. 

Wait.

He was quirkless too.

Sure, his landlord- Kayama-san, she was a nice lady, but why would you give a quirkless lid relying on his oversea father's child support in all honesty instead of some quirked, rich, or even average paying customer? Izuku knew exactly how much his father sent every time, it was barely enough to cover rent. It wouldn't cover the costs of U.A's fancy tuition fee. Sure, the place offered scholarships like candy, so much so that paying full price was rare. 

From what he had heard, at least.

But there was no doubt they would make him pay. Hell, why had he been thinking like he passed the entrance exam? 

He had to find someone to live with. But his mom had no sisters, his dad barely spoke to them, and. And there was no one.

Izuku let another shuddering breath into his hands.

Wait.

Aunt Mitsuki.

His eyes lit up with hope for a moment, then dropped. Kacchan.

Kacchan would do everything to make sure not a peep went out to his parents about his wrongdoings- if they saw the wounds, the two were smart enough to peace together what their Katsuki had done.

Izuku had to find a way to get money. And get it fast. Hell, Kayama-san would let him stay if he had the cash to prove himself, right?

A sort of wishful thinking clouded over his mind and he had a delirious smile on his face, Izuku could tell. Just think of a way to get money.

Once of his classmates had been arrested for delivering drugs while working for some local Yakuza. Yakuza weren't stupid villains. Sure, they were dangerous, but the only reason the kid had been caught was because he bragged about it.

If Izuku played his cards right, told no one, and did his job well, he could get enough money to live. And then move out to a much cheaper place, a... A quirkless community, even.

Man, he was laying on the wishful thinking thick.

The door clicked and he wiped his delusions off his face, turning to face the frosted glass and watching Sansa's paw push it open, the other arm carrying a small basket with a blanket, some band-aids, shampoo, and other things. "We have a spare room in the station with a bathroom, feel free to use whatever's in here and wash up." He offered an apologetic smile.

"Thanks." Izuku whispered, taking the basket gratefully.

Sansa's being nice now, but the moment you become a little criminal, he's going to hate you.

Then hate me he will. I have a life to put together, before it's too late.

Breaking news, his mind chortled, "Izuku Midoriya: Drug delivery boy at fourteen, dead mother, non existent father, you're going to love this one!"

It also seemed to scream "Get it together!"

Chapter 1 - Vanishing Act (1) 

End

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That's the later half of the chapter, but it's also a transition so I didn't just cut it off lol.

Thoughts? :3

Also I assure u my formatting is better lol its bc i shoved it into tubmlr from my a03 drafts!

There was no hope. In the span of a single week, the levels of bullshit recorded in the Boston locker room hit an all-time high.

And

His feet felt like lead, and his eyebags were Armani. There was a solid chance that the next person who spoke to him would either be yelled at or kicked in the balls. It depended on how well he liked the person.

All you need to know is that it’s Heated Rivalry. Because what else am I writing right now 😭

From the fic that started in Weightless!

Anastrasya threw her hands up in frustration. “I guess I’m not going to let the new girl get to me any more.” Volenta giggled. “Yeah, sure you aren’t, ya goobus!” Anastrasya hissed. “LISTEN–” “Try again, goobus.” Annoyance now took a full shuddering ride along Anastrasya’s arms and back. “FINE. Fine. I’m going to– when I feel like Adelaide is starting to get to me, I’m going to come find you, and listen to you when you say I’m being… being a…” Volenta’s eyes gleamed. “A goobus?” “Yes. That.” Volenta’s eyes gleamed brighter. “Say it.” “What? No. It’s a ridiculous word.” “Come oooooon, it’ll be fun! Being ridiculous is fun.” “No.” “It might help you with feeling sorry.” Anastrasya glared at the grinning Volenta. “....fine. When I’m being… a goobus.” Volenta giggled so hard she almost fell over. Anastrasya grunted in disgust. “Well!” Volenta said, finally recovering. “You done being a goobus?” “YES!” Anastrasya snapped. “Hells, that word…” “It fits so well, doesn’t it?” Volenta said cheerfully. “Especially when you’re being a goobus. Let’s get some nice warm blood and fuck. OOOH! Or! Or. Did you hear about the fight last night between Straka and Ada?” “Did I hear,” Anastrasya said. She stepped forward and intertwined her arm with Volenta’s as they made their way into the castle. “I started it.” Volenta gasped. “No way! Tell me more.” Anastrasya’s laugh echoed out of the castle doors behind them. “Blood and sex first.”

YURI‼️‼️‼️ ME WHEN YURI‼️‼️‼️

“Heads up.” Wheeler called as soon as he saw Mike exit the house, feigning to toss his sword at him. When Mike flinched, he laughed. 

“Oh fuck you, don’t do that.” Mike looked like he was sucking on a particularly sour lemon.

Hopper had asked that everyone familiarise themselves with a weapon before they finally ended things, and Wheeler had offered to teach Mike how to use a sword. Begrudgingly, Mike had said yes, so whilst Byers and Jane taught Will how to control his newfound powers, Wheeler had to play babysitter. Oh well, if he had to spend time with Mike, at least he could try and help him.

“So, how’s your little sticky situation going with Will?” He asked, feigning casualness. 

The look Mike shot him could’ve curdled milk.

“Don’t.” He adjusted his stance to mirror Wheeler’s and readied the sword in front of him, his stance frankly appalling. “Just because you have to talk to me to teach, doesn’t mean you need to meddle in my…friendship.” He said, uncertain of what to call his thing with Will.

“Romance?” Wheeler corrected unhelpfully. “ Raise your elbows- no, not your shoulders, your elbows.”

Mike glared at him as he followed his instructions, shifting his elbows further away from his hips and out from his body.

“What about…” Wheeler nudged his back and pulled on his shoulders, fixing Mike’s lousy slouch before continuing. “Love life?”

“Shut up and focus on the task at hand, would you?” 

“Oh I think you’ll find I’m quite good at multi-tasking. Like right now,” Wheeler grabbed Mike’s wrist, adjusting his grip on the blade simply to prove a point. “Look, I’m teaching you how to keep yourself safe, and educating you on the delicate art of how to flirt with a Byers.”

“I won’t flirt with him. He doesn't like me like that, no way.” Mike shook his head, and Wheeler blanched. God, Mike was an idiot.

He swung his sword and Mike’s midsection, just short enough so as not to hit him, but enough to spur him into action.

With every swing of his sword, Mike blocked, shifting his weight and grip seemingly without thinking. A grin blossomed on Wheeler’s face at Mike's skill, and Mike’s face mirrored his. This was fun. Wheeler didn’t remember the last time he had fought with swords with someone and found it fun; it had always been out of necessity, usually when he or someone he cared about was in danger, and Wheeler would never find fun in a fight for his life.

He hadn't trained with another person for a long time, either. The only other member of his party that ever fought with a sword was Jane, and that was rare since she had her magic to rely on usually, so she wouldn’t train with him. His Will used his staff, Dustin fought with a light crossbow, Lucas with a longbow and Max was deadly with her daggers, but no swords.

Sword fighting was something that had kept Wheeler alive, kept him moving, smiling through some of the hardest moments of his life, something that, despite it all, he found fun. He was overjoyed that he got to share that with Mike, and that, from the looks of it, Mike found it just as entertaining as him.

He began to push himself harder, no longer holding himself back out of fear that he might hurt Mike, instead testing Mike to see if he could truly defend himself. Mike’s smile fell, his eyebrows drawing together into a more concentrated look as the two shifted around the clearing in a dance of sorts. Beads of sweat began to form on Mike’s forehead as he blocked every blow Wheeler directed at him, and his breaths began to get heavier, but his movements never wavered despite his clear exhaustion.

Wheeler decided to try and distract Mike, determined not to lose a fight to a child, so he began to multi-task. Every lunge of his sword was punctuated by a jab at Mike in the hopes that something would crack, and Mike would finally give up the fight.

“You think he’s pretty.” Mike deflected his sword, barely four inches away from his side. “Who knows what might happen if you tell him.”

“I might lose him.” Mike panted out in between shallow breaths, his feet shifting to the side as he dodged another jab from Wheeler, using the momentum to spin on his heel and strike Wheeler from his blindside, but Wheeler was too quick.

“You might gain something more.” His sword came into contact with Mike’s, the two iron edges grating together as each boy attempted to force the other backwards. “What are you so afraid of, Mike?”

Something in Mike’s expression shifted, and he went from being focused and determined to angry. A new wave of energy washed over him as he forced Wheeler back, pushing until he stumbled and swinging his sword at the other man mercilessly. Good, Wheeler thought, If he’s mad, he’ll be more likely to slip up and admit that it could be worth it.

He jabbed his sword at Mike, ducking and twirling until he had the upper hand, egging Mike on as much as he could, but that was easier said than done when Mike was truly putting him through his paces with the fight. “What’s wrong? You seem pretty scared for a boy so brave.”

“Fuck you.” Mike spat, and Wheeler grinned, the skin around his eyes wrinkling. He forced Mike backwards towards the wall, encouraging him with every jab of his sword. 

“Tell him how you feel.” He lunged forwards, just missing Mike, and stumbled to the side as Mike mimicked his move, nearly taking his ribs out in the process. “Tell him, Mike.” He was in too deep to quit now. Their swords clashed in between them, the edges clinging together as Wheeler continued his poking and prodding, seeing how far he could push Mike before one of them snapped.

“Tell him, tell him, tell him, lord won’t you just tell him!” He threw his arms out, knocking Mike’s sword away in the process. 

“No!” The silence that filled the space between them was deafening, only punctuated by the two of them trying to catch their breath. Mike’s gaze snapped to where his sword layed stuck into the dirt three feet from him, and stayed on the hilt, not returning to make eye contact with Wheeler as he said, “I won’t lose him.”

oh hihihi wowowowow yes i remember your snippet on anon!!! i’m so glad you decided to come off of it!!! i know that was probably slightly nerve wracking at the least, but this was beautiful, genuinely. absolutely amazing—i think this quote was my favorite:

“What’s wrong? You seem pretty scared for a boy so brave.”

It was well into the evening when they ended up walking back to the barracks, the sky already dark, the path illuminated by flickering lanterns. Stiffly Kuro walked beside Giyu, who had wordlessly fallen in step with her, like it was normal they would walk together. Maybe it already was. "I would make tea, if you'd like to join.” Surprised, Kuro looked at him, studying his profile for a moment. Of course she'd like… “My back needs a hot soak first or I won't be able to move tomorrow. And I need to bind it.” Giyu nodded in understanding and seemingly came to a conclusion. "I'll bring tea.” Her eyes hadn't left him, but her eyebrows rose just a little higher. "You're coming to my room?” For a moment she wondered if he would stay the night again. A part of her – the one she tried to keep silent – hoped he would. Naturally she didn’t ask. "Yes,” he answered without even a beat of hesitation and she nodded carefully.

Hope you're doing good and having a lovely week and that everyone gets very many comments on kudos on their beautiful fics. 🌒🌕🌘

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oooooh wait i don’t know the characters but i can feel the intimacy just soaking through the words wowowowow this is so !!! you’re amazing actually i love this

and i hope you’re havjng a good and lovely week as well, and that you get many comments and kudos on your beautiful fics too, my friend:3

Anyways, I need help with this fic summary! It's in the my hero academia fandom and is basically if the mc becomes a vigilante instead of a hero.

-DEVIATION OF A HERO-

Deviation: straying from the set or planned course.

Midoriya Izuku had always planned on being a hero. It doesn't work out.

The day he finally breaks is the day his mother moves to America with his father and leaves him alone. The landlord doesn't trust a quirkless kid, and boom! He's out on the streets.

Doesn't help All-Might told him 'no' to being a hero just a few hours ago.

What might help is the homeless woman he meets on a beach- she calls herself Kaina, but he knows better. She's Lady Nagant, released from tartarus for 'good behaviour' after a lengthy sentence. More helpers include a boy named Kaminari, and his friend Shinsou, and finally, the eccentric inventor Hastume.

They all say they want to help.

Izuku's going to deviate from becoming a hero… Because he's going to make the best vigilante agency Japan's ever seen.

-END-

Just how do I make it grammatically flow? I want something really engaging and interesting!

hihihi!!! so when i’m googling, i’ll usually put “-ai” at the end of my search, and that gives me articles rather than the built in ai feature. also! ecosia is pretty neat—it plants trees as you search and you can toggle off the ai feature

here’s an article on broken bones but from the few articles and stuff i skimmed, broken bones can bleed out, especially internally!!!

i’m sorry if this isn’t much help or what you’re looking for, but i’d suggest starting with adding “-ai” to your searches and finding articles and/or websites you like and trust from there, you know?

fic summary !!!

okay so honestly, i’m not 100% sure how to really help with this, because everybody has different styles of writing summaries, you know?

i think it’s got a lot of character to it !!! /pos

it reads like a small story of itself, and i think it sounds interesting! there are a few grammar errors, and if you’d like i can help you tweak those out privately (or if you’d rather i did it here that’s totally cool as well) but no pressure !!

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She looked at Irene and Douxie. “Do you have the juice to teleport us in like you teleported us here?”

The two immediately shook their heads.

“Not if you want us to be of any use on the other side,” Douxie said. “Luxmancy and shadowmancy have sort of a cheat for long-distance travel, using the Lightplane and Shadow Realm. They draw the energy to portal around as they’re traveling. Raw teleportation, like Irene and I do, it all has to come from us. It’s a lot harder.”

“Huh. That actually makes sense,” Cara mumbled.

“Did you expect it not to?”

“It’s magic, dude, I half expect to hear about how Taurus is up Saturn’s buttcrack every time you explain something to me!”

“That’s astrology!”

“I don’t think Taurus being up Saturn’s buttcrack is anything but Cara’s own delusion, actually,” Irene commented.

ohohoohh peak peak peak, im in the process of watching this show, and though im still early on its peak so far actually