We never intended to create something special inside and out of him, all we knew was that we were having fun. Little did we know,
We created one of the most memorable creation origins for this kid.
There’s a reason for everything, as well as to how I, despite of all the mistakes and past renditions trying to form this AU, didn’t give up. How even before I started posting kept working and improving this AU at such a young age.
There will always be that one event, one person, that connects everything for all of it to happen.
i was gonna be here to write but my plans were derailed this morning because of the cat distribution center . looks like one of the kittens at asase shrine ended up with me
idk if i shared this. or why i wrote this or what but.
takes place sometime during & here i am alive
"Really?" Midoriya asks, eyes wide as they can be. He leans closer to you in very, very obvious interest giving your heart a very impromptu workout of its own.
"Uh… yeah," you say slowly, hoping it'll help slow your racing heart. "I… thought it would be a good idea. You know, making sure I've got the energy to get through a workout."
Midoriya nods sagely, obviously agreeing with the sentiment. "You don't want to risk feeling light-headed while exercising! Plus, there are studies that say that having carbs beforehand can improve a workout! Oh, but you know, it's important to eat after a workout too!"
You nod slowly, you think that you've heard that somewhere before.
Midoriya tilts his head, "There's a gym around here? I don't think I've seen…"
"Oh! It actually just opened," you explain. "They, uh, were offering free trial memberships."
You don’t tell him they were offering free smoothie vouchers at the gym’s built-in cafe if you enrolled for a trial membership. Not that Midoriya would tease you for it, but you don’t want to leave it to chance.
He hums thoughtfully. “Maybe I should check it out…”
“Don’t you have a lot of exercise equipment at home though?”
“Well, there’s a limit to what I can do since we’re on the fifth floor,” Midoriya explains. “Are you planning on going next weekend?”
“Hopefully…” You had gotten the membership in hopes of being more active, however you know better than anyone how good your couch’s seduction skills are.
“Well, if you’re okay with it, I can go with you so I can check out this new gym.”
You blink. Midoriya… can… go with you? To the gym? Together? It takes your brain a moment to fully understand what Midoriya’s suggesting, but once it does, it rewards you with the mental image of him working out; lifting weights in an open side tank top that displays his upper arms in all of their well-toned glory while offering the slightest peek of his chest, his gaze intense, focused on the task at hand.
The sound of Midoriya calling your name snaps you back to reality right before your mind decides to script out an entire gym workout fantasy starring the one and only Izuku Midoriya.
“Oh, um, yeah! Sure!” you say a little too quickly. “Next weekend sounds great!”
He grins boyishly and you swallow thickly, convincing yourself that your neighbor is only interested in the shiny new exercise equipment and most definitely, certainly did not just ask you on a date.
If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?
I've done both and can safely say without action. I get pompous when I don't have dialogue and sometimes that works and sometimes it doesn't, but with dialogue, I love to play with not only what's being said but WHY it's being said, is it true, do they believe it's true or is it a conscious manipulation if it's a lie, why are they phrasing it like that and above all, the banter. I do love to writer banter.
Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
I had limited books in the house and the mobile library only came around once every two weeks and their selection was pretty sparce when I would take out ten books every fortnight for years. So I realised relatively young that if I wanted something new to read, I might have to be the one to write it.
I started both reading and writing at a pretty young age so I wrote little chap books at Infant school and later, I wrote poetry like my mother does and won a few awards with it and honestly, I didn't hit much of an issue till senior school. I think if I hadn't had my senior school writing teacher who adamantly enforced that fiction writing was frivolous and without meaning and constantly gave me D-F marks, I wrote a short fantasy story about people made of glass and he told me if I submitted that, I would fail my exams and set me a journalistic piece about the pros and cons of the death penalty instead.
I didn't pick it up again until about a year after sixth form. I was miserable and I took a college course on creative writing and realised a lot of my misery was pent up creativity with no outlet. Since then, I've been in about 30 rpgs, written fic in several fandoms including one that is ridiculously long, met amazing co-writers who keep my flame alive and I hope to continue that. I sometimes lose my juice when fandom stuff gets to me, but with the help of those folks, I eventually bounce back. I'm just grateful.
when i say i wish people started using the reblog button more i don't mean it in a 'i want more notes' kind of way i mean it in a 'i want to read about your thoughts on this particular thing' and 'i want to have conversations in the tags' and 'i want this to feel like a community again and not like any of those boring social media platforms where artists are content creators and interactions never goes beyond a like'
I lovvvee this little comic from Ryoko Kui 's Daydream Hours ♡. I would read a whole slice of life manga about Falin and Marcille's time together at the magic academy (´ε` )
I was hanging out at the karaoke bar, chatting with a beautiful woman, and we were really hitting it off. I threw a couple of flirtatious comments her way. She giggled nervously, but abruptly stopped and looked at the floor.
She told me that she was too nervous to hit on people because she's trans and worries that people will view her as a predator and that she might get hurt.
My heart sank. I let her know that she could hit on me in whatever way she wanted and I would LOVE it. We spent the rest of the night hanging out and flirting. We ended up making out. It was great.
But I can't stop thinking about how that wasn't the first time a trans woman has said that to me. About how unsafe it is for some women that they feel the need to give out fucking disclaimers to have normal interactions with people.
We have GOT to make the world a safer place for trans women. It pisses me off that there are men at the bar who are openly predatory towards me without fear of consequence, yet a trans woman is too scared to even fucking call me pretty. And that's because she IS more likely to face worse consequences for lesser things! Like what the fuck!
You need to always check on your internalized biases. Being queer yourself doesn't absolve you of transmisogynistic thoughts and behaviors. Being bi/pansexual doesn't mean you don't hold those biases either! If you feel differently about a trans woman hitting on you than you feel about a cis woman or a man hitting on you, you need to evaluate that.
Trans women, I love you so fucking much. You should be able to express attraction and love as freely as everyone else. I hope you can always feel safe around me. And I'll never stop fighting until you can feel safe period.
I think one of the biggest tragedies of Laios & Falin and their relationship is how much his actions impact her life. But like. Specifically how much they WOULDN’T impact her life as much if they weren’t both stuck in such a shitty abusive situation.
This part of the Falin-tries-makeup daydream hour comic is what got me thinking about it again because truly it just... it seems like such a like an offhand comment that I'm sure Laios didn't mean to be cruel or anything. That's just like. A little kid not thinking about what they are saying. ESPECIALLY when the kid in question is Laios.
But man they depended on each other SO much as kids. Too much. It really feels like they didn't have any other source of positive reinforcement, or anyone else to share themselves with. So of course an offhand comment like that has a huge impact on Falin.
Or this little bit from one of the flashbacks:
This tears me apart. Do you think it tears him apart to think about? I think it does. I think Laios holds every small failure to care for Falin against himself.
And then there's the Bigger stuff. The way that him coping with his own trauma ended up impacting her.
Like his interest in monsters. Like him going to find a ghost, and accidentally revealing Falin's magic to the whole village in the process.
Like him needing to leave. And leaving her behind.
He shaped her life so much, and he carries so much guilt for it. And again, there should have been other people there to help. The same things that made Laios need to leave home are the things that made his leaving so hard on Falin. She ate alone after that. She shouldn't have had to eat alone just because Laios wasn't there.
She was 9 when he left for school, and he was 11.
Nine. And Laios feels like he failed her because he didn't stand by her through this better. As an eleven year old.
Both of these kids deserved so much better from the world.