I’d just like to apologize to all of my followers for unwittingly gaslighting you. I didn’t do it on purpose and I just realized it only like two seconds ago. But I’m not being funny when I say I deserve the most embarrassing death imaginable.
Third son of experimental warrior brothers given a number for a name, labeled as the weak one….I just. How did I do that without ever realizing it??? (Also both known for their eyebrows lol)
…I EVEN PUT DONNIE IN A METAL MASK WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKENING???????
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okay so you know how it goes: fourteen comes to life in thirteen's clothes. and they're both too short and too loose and entirely too bright for his frame of mind. they worked with a doctor who hid everything behind a too wide smile; not so much with a doctor whose pain and tiredness is written across his face
he needs to change. obviously
and then the star beast starts, and fourteen leaves the tardis, and he's still in thirteen's clothes
he just. he doesn't know. how does he choose new clothes? he feels wrong. how will wearing something else change that?
(donna tells him that it's christmas, mate; it's bloody freezing. maybe wear longer trousers, yeah? also he's both too young and too old to wear braces. just a friendly note)
he doesn't have to explain who he is to the unit scientist, not with those clothes. instead he talks about how he doesn't understand why he looks like this. why he is this. why this face? why isn't he someone new?
actually. maybe he is someone new. was he ever this open before? hm
why do you look like that, sylvia hisses, trying to hide him from the daughter he destroyed ruined left
it's a lottery, he replies, purposely ignorant
he still has his thirteenth self's screwdriver. it's too small in his hands
(the whole time they were her, her hands were too small. she didn't like touching anyway, but whenever someone took her hand, it felt wrong. they were too small. sometimes it felt like if she worked fast enough, tinkered about without stopping, she wouldn't have to look at them)
everything goes wrong. his fault, like always
(blimey. of all the things to carry over from the first time he had this face, it had to be the guilt, didn't it?)
you shouldn't look like that, the doctordonna says, and he runs a hand down his face with a tired laugh
no, the doctordonna says, not the face. a hand reaches out to grasp at the collar of his shirt, at the dangling earring chain. this isn't you. who are you, doctor?
like he knows. like they've ever-
she dies.
she lives. he doesn't deserve it. it isn't about him. he still doesn't deserve it
we're letting it go, donna says, and he looks down at himself, at another him's clothes, another him's screwdriver
well, she never was subtle, his donna
the tardis is gorgeous, though when isn't she. he tries to show off his new console to donna, and she rolls her eyes, and drags him off to the wardrobe
unlike normally, where all the clothes are scattered about, the new tardis wardrobe now also has a line of wardrobes stood against the wall. fifteen of them, to be exact
the last wardrobe is open. and empty
he goes to the second to last, and opens it to reveal a wide array of rainbow patterned shirts. she probably would've hated for her things to be organised like this. always creating mess so she wouldn't have to think about anything important. he laughs. and he takes off the sky coloured coat and the worn boots and the earrings and gently places them inside. tag, he thinks, as he closes the doors
and then he moves down to the eleventh wardrobe, full of brown coats and blue suits and neatly pressed shirts and pairs of converse. and he stands in front of it. and he wonders
after a moment, donna's like wait do you want me to leave?? you never cared about nudity before, did you? and he's like oh actually i do feel more self conscious. huh. weird.
he doesn't have to say, i think i'm a different person. not to donna. she just gives him a smile, and a shoulder nudge, and tells him she'll see him in the console room
the last wardrobe is empty
he takes a breath, and then goes to rummage about in the rest of the clothes
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Other, saner people: I'm going to make All Might adopt and take care of young Tenko in feel-good fluffy AU's, it might not be the most logical solution but emotionally it's so good and is full of not only angst potential but also heartwarming antics for both parties! Aizawa is also such a good pick, it'd be so cute.
Me, in my corner: I want Nezu to become the guardian of surly, moody teenage Shigaraki Tomura, freshly and abruptly removed from All For One's influence and grooming and separated from Kurogiri's distant but familiar presence as the nomu is placed in a hospital for rehabilitation. Nezu hears about this boy and has only one short conversation with him before deciding "I'm going to keep him."
I want Nezu sitting at home in a big armchair in a fluffy bathrobe, sipping a glass of wine while watching a pyjama-clad Tomura sat on the couch playing video games on the giant wall TV in his home, showing genuine interest in the sole hobby the boy appears to have and inquiring in all the ways Tomura knows how to break the game or cheese the mechanics to make it piss-easy.
Nezu and Tomura who play chess every week and Tomura is the first and so far only person who has ever beaten the tiny principal in a game. More boardgames are introduced eventually. The UA teachers quickly dread being coerced into playing as neither Nezu nor Tomura know the meaning of mercy in the world of cardboard and colourful token when in pursuit of victory. Nezu who encourages Tomura's intelligence and cunning in a way no one ever has and Tomura positively prosper in the face of a challenge in a healthy and safe environment.
Nezu who is small and soft-looking and nothing like All For One, who can't loom over Tomura with presence alone and is straightforward with him, talks to him like he's a real person. Tomura with all his triggers and bad coping habits that he himself don't know the reason for or why he does them, but Nezu who walks him through the why and how until they find the source, so long as Tomura lets him. Nezu who catches on quickly that Tomura does not like getting his head petted.
Nezu who keeps getting challenged by this teenager who despite being very traumatised and full of so many issues you could write a book on them still has a clearly intelligent head on his shoulders and is full of valid skepticism of heroism and their society. But with the right approach he is also open to communication and why he thinks the way he does, and he's not going to change his mind that easily, if at all on some points.
Nezu growing along with Tomura as he not only gets the chance to give guidance to the boy but learning from him as well, about things he had never fully considered from the viewpoint of his position in the world.
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i keep thinking about how “is this what justice means to you, answer me neuvillette”, despite having been used in a case all those hundred of years ago, was probably a question that haunted - and still haunts - neuvilette during the entire time he has been chief of justice. i keep thinking about how they highlighted his struggles through time with both carole and wriothesley's trials. how guilty and powerless neuvillette must have felt for not being able to support and save those he recognised as vulnerable and victims before a system that corrupted their fates but that he wasn't able to change despite his position. the theme of being a casualty of a system no matter if you're the victim or the perpetrator in its eyes. the way neuvillette took, in both cases, things into his own hands. even if it was too late to fix the hurting carole and those who cared for her went through, even if it was too late to save her life; even if it was impossible to change wriothesley's past, his verdict and subsequent imprisonment; neuvillette went above and beyond, making use of his influence, to allow both melusines and wriothesley the opportunity of a better future - to melusines by making sure they weren't discriminated, to wriothesley by supporting his attempt at a second chance in life. i think part of the reason he's so intriguing is our awareness that this internal conflict he's bound to have is so complex. you have a chief of justice, or a judge, that is supposed to be imparcial and follow the law stictly confronted with situations of social injustice, unable to protect those who rely on him. you have someone who understands better than anyone what it means to be an outcast, being able to relate to those who are ostracised and have their pain weaponise against them. you have, in vautrin's case, a friend who cannot even showcase his own pain and is still expected to fullfil his juridical duties despite being personally related with those involved in the case. someone who people constantly turn to but whom he feels like he has no right to turn to himself. it's about the conflict between his feelings and his duty, between what's expected of him and what he can actually do. i think that's why the end of his story quest is so emotional and why it's so heartwarming to have him realise he isn't an outcast anymore, that he has a community there for him too. because a system is a system and he will probably never be able to save everyone, because yes he isn't human, but it doesn't mean he doesn't deserve to belong or that an active demonstration of love towards individuals and people he can relate to rather than the theoretical concept of humanity isn't meaningful. in fact, i'd it's a lot about that, about finding ways to be kind and how community gives meaning to life; how personal relationships and targeted kindness can shape society, or at least i think so
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