You think maybe the reason suppressants became fanon so easily is because it's so easy to apply real-world logic to bnha? I mean, this is supposed to just be our world 200+ years and a sudden dna mutation in the future, right? And one of the biggest parts of law enforcement work is non-lethal containment of perps(or at least it's*supposed* to be). So this is us projecting our natural mental conclusions on the bnha world?
That's definitely what I think too. 200 years of having Quirks and making all kind of ethical laws against genetic testing and manipulation, and nobody's figured out a safe way to suppress quirks?
Marvel and DC both have in-universe suppressants that having something that keeps "villain whose quirk is skeleton key fingers" from escaping feels very natural.
Plus, suppressants make so much more sense than having to consider that prisons are unchanged and literally nothing is stopping that sludge villain from slipping free by flushing himself down the toilet or slipping through the meal tray slot
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Danny’s last night at home is oddly quiet, and it’s kind of freaking him out.
He’s used to rogue ectoblasts from malfunctioning blasters and the heavy whirr of machinery drifting faintly through the cracks in the basement soundproofing. There’s none of his dad’s booming voice, or his mom’s off-tune humming as she calibrates one of the gadgets she’s testing. He even misses the soft thunks of Jazz’s pacing while she studies down the hall.
All of that is gone; nothing but the creaks and soft sounds of the house settling, things he’s also heard his whole life, but don’t have the same comfort of loved ones around him. Mom said that they would make a night of it before he went off to college in the morning, but Aunt Valerie had come down with a serious case of the flu, and after some bad weather had rolled through the area the soonest flight they could get out wouldn’t show up until the early morning. He’d spent a couple of hours talking to Jazz, laughing and Facetiming through some stupid comedy, but she’d had to bow out and get some sleep before going in to work in the morning.
And so it was just him, whiling away the hours texting Tucker and trying to ignore the memories that wanted to creep up from every shadow of the house he would leave tomorrow.
A soft tinkling noise prefaces the gasp of his ghost sense going off, and he jerks up from his pillow to find a familiar ball of light hovering over his bed.
“Oh hey,” he says, a grin overtaking the surprise on his face. “It’s been a while!”
The fairy chimes back happily. He still can’t understand what they say, but the general feeling is obvious. A few others drift in from the crack in his door; no doubt having followed this one out of the ghost zone.
(He still doesn’t understand how they manage to get through the sealed portal, even with the amped up security measures.)
“Y'know, I’m leaving home tomorrow,” he says softly, the excitement dimming into something a little more bittersweet. These guys would be just one more memory he missed when he was all the way down in Florida. “I’ll be gone for a while.” The fairies seem to dim along with the mood, but before the moment can become too laden with sadness, one zooms forward to grab at his shirt, tugging with all its tiny might until his confusion clears.
“You want to go out? Go flying one more time?”
There’s a clamor of wordless agreement, and the grin is back as he lets the transformation wash over him, following his small friends out the window and into the dark night where the future seems miles away as their giddy laughter is swallowed by the moonlight.
Merry Christmas, @fastpacedfreefall! Hope you enjoy this little fic~ 8D
"Marinette!" Adrien jogged to catch up with her after school let out for the day. As she turned to face him, he slowed.
"I'll catch you later, girl!" Alya patted a hand on Marinette's shoulder before she walked off with Nino, leaving Adrien alone with Marinette.
"Um, I just-" Adrien glanced away, scratching the back of his head. Why was he suddenly get all nervous about talking to Marinette? It usually came so easily. Marinette just had that way with people. She always made people around her feel relaxed and comfortable, which probably explained why almost everyone in their class was friends with her. But today was a little different. It was his last chance before Christmas to give her the present he made for her. But now, face to face with her, he found it difficult to get his words out. His gaze fell to his bag where he could see the present peeking out where his bag was left unzipped. "I just wanted to say Merry Christmas." He smiled, but it felt awkward. He was certain Marinette would pick up on that, and it only added to how awkward the moment felt to him.
Marinette returned the smile. "Merry Christmas, Adrien." She started to turn but stopped and looked at him again. "Um, we still have some of our Christmas cakes left. If," her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as her shoulders hunched up slightly, "you wanted to drop by to get one."
A cake from Marinette? Adrien's mood brightened. "I would-"
A scream cut him off, and they both jerked their heads around toward the source. A blue beam shot down from the sky, striking Kim in the back. In an instant, he was transformed into a snowman. Adrien looked to the sky. The akumatized victim was dressed like a demonic little elf from Santa's workshop. The elf aimed a candy cane at someone else. Bang! The blue beam shot out the long end and struck another student. The elf laughed hysterically.
"Come on!" Adrien grabbed Marinette's hand. He needed to get somewhere safe to transform, but he couldn't just leave Marinette out here unprotected. What if she got hit and turned into a snowman - snow woman? He jogged back into the school, pulling Marinette with him. They both slammed the doors shut.
"What's going on out there?" Nathaniel asked. All the students who still hadn't left the school stared at them worriedly.
"Someone got akumatized," Marinette said. "Everyone should find some place safe to hide until Ladybug and Chat Noir can take care of it."
Depending on the akuma's abilities, sometimes hiding was completely useless. But it was still a good plan. The less people out in the open to be hit by the akuma's power the better. Adrien glanced toward Marinette. She could be clumsy and trip over her words a lot, but she really shined in moments like this, when people needed a leader. Once everyone was safely barricaded in the school, he slipped away, transformed, then met up with Ladybug to take care of the akuma.
It wasn't a difficult fight. They merely had to avoid the beams shot out of the candy cane until Ladybug's Lucky Charm plan could be activated. A Cataclysm to the giant candy cane freed the akuma for Ladybug to capture and purify. The akumatized elf ended up being a little boy who was sad after some bullies ruined the snowman he worked hard to make. After everything was turned back to normal, they brought the boy back to his parents. The beeping on his ring warned him he was about to transform. He got out of sight just in time.
"Whew, I'm famished!" Plagg floated in front of him.
Adrien rolled his eyes, but his mouth tugged into a little smile. "Yeah, yeah." He pulled out a wedge of camembert from the stash he always kept on hand. He still didn't know how Plagg could love the stinky stuff, but Plagg was always so happy when he ate it. Adrien leaned back against the wall as Plagg tossed the whole wedge into his mouth. He tilted his head back and stared up at the sky, which was already turning dark. Their fight must have taken longer than he thought. His father would probably be expecting him back home soon.
"You didn't give her that gift." Plagg licked his paw clean after he finished eating.
Adrien jerked his gaze back to Plagg. His cheeks warmed. "What - I just didn't think it was the right time!" He huffed, folding his arms.
"Mmhm." Plagg smirked. "And when will be the right time? You don't have that much time left before Christmas to give it to her."
Adrien glared, but he knew Plagg was right. If he didn't give the gift to Marinette soon, he would miss his chance completely. "Fine. I'll do it right now. Plagg," he held up his hand, "claws out!"
Plagg didn't even get the chance to protest before being sucked into the miraculous ring. In a flash, Adrien transformed into Chat Noir. He pulled out his baton then made his way to the rooftops. Marinette would likely be home by now. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, he made his way over to Marinette's home. When he got near, he stopped, perching on the rooftop across the street. As he suspected, the light was on in her room. He could easily transform back and enter the bakery. Marinette did give him the perfect excuse to visit. But he didn't. He couldn't. He wanted to give Marinette the gift, and he feared he would choke again if he tried to give it to her as Adrien. As Chat Noir, he had more confidence. Even if she thought the gift was silly, it would be okay. Marinette could think of Chat Noir as silly. He took one more moment, breathing in deeply, then made his way over to the rooftop balcony outside Marinette's room.
He landed on the fence surrounding the balcony. Okay. This was it. He was going to give Marinette the gift. No going back. He was about to hop down from the fence when the door popped open. He flailed, almost slipped, but managed to catch hold of the fence to stop himself from falling flat on his face. Marinette stepped onto the balcony, shutting the trap door leading down into her bedroom. When she stood up straight, she turned then gave a startled little, "Oh!" after spotting him.
"Princess." Chat Noir stood up, managing not to fall, then bowed deeply to her.
"What are you doing here, Chat?" Marinette walked over to lean against the fence.
He hopped down and joined her, leaning backwards against it while she faced forward. "Well, you see, Christmas is coming up."
"Oh, that's right!" Marinette straightened. "Wait here a moment."
"Wait! I-" Chat Noir reached out a hand, but Marinette already disappeared back inside. "Ugh!" He held a hand to his face. This should be easy! Sighing, he turned around, leaning his elbows on the fence as he stared at the gift in his hands. It wasn't... the greatest wrapping job ever done. The wrapping paper was wrinkled and the whole thing was bulging in different spots. He winced, but it was the best he was able to do.
"Ta da!" Marinette reappeared, coming up beside him. She held a plate with a slice of cake. The sponge spiraled with creamy frosting in the middle.
Chat Noir's stomach growled. "That's for me?"
"Of course!" Marinette smiled brightly. "Unless you're going to tell me cats are allergic to sugar."
"No, no! Definitely not allergic!" Chat Noir happily took the plate offered to him. One of Marinette's cakes! He always wanted to try one, but something seemed to come up every time to prevent him from getting even a tiny bite.
"What's this?" Marinette took hold of the gift. She stared at it for a minute, something crossing her face, before she looked up to him. "Something for Ladybug?"
Chat Noir would have choked if he already took a bite of the cake. Thankfully, he only half raised the fork to his mouth when she asked. "No, not Ladybug. I was bringing that for you." He smiled, but maybe it was more of a wince. That sounded so lame!
"Really?" Marinette eyed him suspiciously as he nodded. "Then should I wait for Christmas or open it now?"
"It might be less embarrassing if you open it now." Chat Noir hated to think of her opening the gift in front of her parents. On the other hand, he wouldn't be there to witness their reactions to it. Maybe it would be better if he didn't see what Marinette thought of the gift.
"That makes me a little worried about what this is." Marinette frowned at the awkwardly wrapped gift. The wrapping paper wasn't even that exciting. All he could find was some silver and gray striped wrapping paper. It was the same one his father used ever since he was a child. Marinette turned the gift over in her hands, perhaps debating the best way to attack the wrapping paper.
Chat Noir decided to focus on eating his slice of cake. He brought the fork up to his mouth and nearly moaned at the delightful fluffiness of the cake and the rich creaminess of the strawberry frosting. It was like wondrous bite of heaven. He noted there was even real strawberries mixed in it. He wished he could have something like this every day, but his father liked to keep him to a strict diet.
A snort of a giggle interrupted his moment. Chat Noir swallowed as he snapped his head toward Marinette. She finished unwrapping the gift and held it up. She bit her lip, trying not to let another giggle escape. A flush of heat spread over his cheeks, threatening to reach the tips of his ears.
"I know it's not that good!" he blurted out.
Marinette looked at him, and quickly her amusement faded. "It's not that - Well, you could have - See? This section isn't too bad." She held up part of the scarf for him to see. Her smile was clearly forced. She didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"It's okay." Chat Noir sighed, staring down at the plate of half eaten cake. "I guess it's true what they say. Cats are good at playing with yarn, not so good at knitting with it."
"But I can see you really tried." Marinette covered one of his hands with her own. Chat Noir lifted his gaze. She was smiling for real this time, his horribly knitted scarf wrapped around her neck. "And that makes it a great present." Pushing herself up onto her toes, she leaned in and laid a quick peck of a kiss on his cheek. Then she pulled back, looking away with rosy pink cheeks. "Thank you."
Chat Noir felt like his heart was soaring. "Anything for you, Princess."
He doesn’t know where exactly to go at first. Burgess has gone through so many changes over the centuries, being ripped up and resettled so often that little familiarity remains outside of his wood and pond, and his memories are still so new that it’s hard to paint a picture of how things used to be. He remembers enough to know that it’s not at all how they used to visit Father’s grave.
It’s the best he can come up with, though, and something just feels intrinsically right this way.
The hard sheet of ice under his back doesn’t bother him, not the way it did when he was alive. The idea of the cold harming him is downright laughable, so he stretches himself out on his frozen lake, chattering into the air about everything and nothing. He talks about Jamie and his believers, about the way they’re spreading stories about him throughout the whole school district, even trading around homemade comics of him(which Jamie takes particular pride in). About how ever since Sophie figured out that the snowglobe took her to the Warren, she’d been doing her best to sweet talk her way into another out of Bunny.
It was funny, said aloud, but she’s disturbingly convincing for a four-year-old. Or he and Bunny were becoming weak to her floppy-haired charm.
He talks about the Guardians, and how strange it is to be suddenly accepted so wholeheartedly after years of silent solitude. How it’s nice, growing close to someone more corporeal than the Wind, but how he also still waits for the wake-up call. He wonders when the Yetis will toss him out into the northern blizzard the way they used to, or when Sandy will start passing him by without so much as a glance. How it’s one thing to know you’re part of the team, and entirely another to be able to rely on that sense of belonging when the darker thoughts come knocking.
Sometimes, though, he’ll shift to his side, curled up like a child in their bed, and murmur fuzzy memories about her, about what he can recall of her laugh and the way she smelled. About how she used to shake him awake after a nightmare, and how it secretly gave him a rush of pride that he was the first one she looked to for comfort. About how, every now and then, he saw her shimmering at the corner of Jamie’s wide grins, and he wonders if there’s a deeper connection but he’s afraid to ask and jeopardize what he has.
It’s the best way he knows to be close to her.
Ahhhh, thank you so much for this! It’s beautiful and so sweet and sad at the same time. Merry Christmas to you too!
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So you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to bc I too am exhausted from this new chapter, but someone on the subreddit pointed out that the last page, Deku is standing on what looks like an eagle gargoyle from the Chrysler building.
I swear if this boy actually Floated his ass all the way to America for All Might Journey 2.0 my soul is going to leave my body
Dude. If Izuku is in fucking America I’m gonna lie down in the woods for one hundred (100) years and just. Decompose
I keep thinking about how the third movie teaser poster had him and Todoroki and Bakugo wearing WHA patches and like....... if that’s where this is going then that’s SLIGHTLY better than Izuku just being on his own for god knows how long but also. Literally why is any of this happening horikoshi please I just want to rest
fastpacedfreefall replied to your post: I… don’t think I really need a wordpress to export...
What are your opinions on Pillowfort? I’m thinking about getting in
It’s good! It’s pretty sleek, and is without the activity page so anyone liking or reblogging from you is up to you actively looking it up, but. It’s a pretty smooth experience.
The servers are still adjusting to the increased load from all the new users, so it’s not, like super 5G responding time, but the interface is clear and apparently if you’re familiar with LJ or DW the interface resembles them.
But, it’s good and allows you to choose who gets to see your posts as you make them, whether to mark that post as explicit, and viewing explicit posts is a freely opt-in from your settings page.
i used to write naruto fanfics back in middle school/early high school SO yeah. they were mostly about ocs i had tho. it was bad lol.
18) a detail you’re really proud of putting in one of your fics
for the kingsman fic i’m currently writing, i made a five-year old say a naughty word because i’m dumb and think it’s funny when little kids say cuss words without knowing what they mean lol.
22) writing with music or without?
i usually write with, because sometimes it’s a song that inspired me to write the fic lol.
