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[beahell]

hi!!

for everyone who has been following me, this account has been shadow banned almost a whole year ago; it hit my motivation to keep social media pretty hard, so I abandoned it indefinitely, and last week I created a new account to finally start over, also rebranding my ao3 account.

and today I suddenly discovered that the ban had been lifted.

due to this and the fact that I love the part of myself that was invested in this account, and also to make my life easier, I decided to delete the second account I created and just redesign this one to suit my needs and preferences. In the past, xxxz4mo, now I'm beahell, so please don't lose me!

also, during the forced break, I became seriously interested in bnha, so for the first time ever, posts on this account will be dedicated to something other than the batfamily. I don't give up on them, and someday I'll return to my kids as well as to all the pending projects on them, so don't worry!

[beahell]

No Loud Blondes Rule is fun, but I present to you completely different dynamic where Aizawa, understanding the similarities between himself and Shinsou, gives him another advice

Aizawa, while they rest after training: so, now that you've reached the age at which young people become interested in romantic relationships—

Shinsou, sighing: do we have to talk about this?

Aizawa, ignoring the question: —you have to understand something important, ok?

Shinsou, reasoning that it's better to put up with it if he wants to return to the dorms before lunch: ...fine, what is it?

Aizawa: you have to find a loud blonde.

Shinsou, confused: what?

Aizawa: you have to find a loud blonde. just listen to me, kid. listen. find the most obnoxious one and catch them, okay? leap at them like a cat at its favorite tree and don't let go.

Shinsou: wha—

Aizawa, placing hands on Shinsou's shoulders and gently shaking him: do you hear me? you can't keep fighting it. I know I tried to. just find a loud blonde and make them the constant of your life, okay? do you understand?

Shinsou, more confused: okay? fine, I'll do it.

Aizawa, taking his hands away: good.

[fandoomerrising]

little animatic for miyu !! song - sweety sweety by And One

[beahell]

everyone look at this masterpiece!!

[beahell]

i'm gonna rival on their hockey till they heated

[beahell]

Shinsou almost loses his mind because his newly found kitten — Teacup — keeps throwing up on the carpet in his cluttered apartment, and he can't afford to pay for the vet's services just yet. He spends three days locked up with her, skipping his classes, and when Sero breaks into his apartment because he hasn't explained to any of his friends where he's gone, he finds Shinsou in a tearful pile next to a spot of undigested food and with Teacup in his arms.

“You should've told me sooner,” he told him, shoving him into the car, only on the way explaining that he's taking them — the kitten is wrapped in a blanket — to his friend who is graduating from veterinary school.

Shinsou is so on the verge of another breakdown that he absolutely does not pay attention to his appearance — his hair is tangled, his skin is pale and red-spotted from the tears, and he's wearing a torn sweater the sleeves of which are covered with his dried snot — so he remembers how ridiculously he actually looks only when his nerves finally calm down after Kaminari reassured him several times that Teacup would be fine.

And now it's a problem, because Kaminari not only turned out to be a talented specialist, but also the most charming fucking guy in the world, and Shinsou definitely blowed up his chances — as if he had any in the first place — with how he resembled a trembling ghost and was almost drowning in Teacup's white fur when he hugged her after the inspection.

Or at least he would have thought so, if he had not got into the car to a waiting Sero with a piece of paper on which the phone number was scribbled.

“For any future emergencies,” was written under it, “and for any future dates, if you're interested.”

[fandoomerrising]

aizawa but i tried something new with the rendering to feel something and by god am i feeling something (wrist pain)

[beahell]

Yamada wanted to confess his feelings to Aizawa quietly — to minimize the chance of him being beaten up for causing too much trouble — and so that Aizawa would be impressed, because it seemed that he had always been indifferent.

So, he made a mixtape. It was a romantic gesture, just like in the old movies his mother loved to watch in the evenings, and it was so in his style, almost too perfect of an opportunity.

Except that one day during lunch Aizawa mentioned didn't listen to music. Didn't listen to music, because it was putting too much pressure on his senses. Yamada accepted that — he didn't want to make Aizawa uncomfortable, obviously. He forgot about the tape, and postponed confessing once, and then again, and so on until the end of school.

The next time the tape was in his hands was when he was sorting things out in his old room after returning from college in America to live with his parents for a while. He was offered an evening program on the radio, and he was planning to unpack his suitcase before going to the studio to discuss the details, and he found the tape in his desk drawer.

And took it with him. He felt nostalgic, and he was nervous, offering them his ideas for the musical component, and he just gave them the tape, and forgot about it too. It wasn't even important. Aizawa had never heard it, and Yamada was sure it wouldn't happen. They hadn't spoken in over two years, and Aizawa hadn't listened to the radio. Everything was fine.

But Aizawa heard the broadcast. And for some reason he couldn't explain, it made him remember not only his school days, but also how embarrassing in love he was with Yamada.

And still is.

[beahell]

Shinsou, who is nervous about the upcoming dinner with his dad, which he organized in order to finally tell him that for the past six months he hadn't actually attended guitar classes, but had been secretly meeting and now officially dating a nice guy who works at his favourite music store, Denki.

Kaminari, who is anxious about meeting his boyfriend's dad, because even after his terrifying professor of logic and philosophy, Aizawa, canceled a seminar for the first time in a year for an unknown reason, he had to stay at the store for the closing, and now he was running unapologetically late.

Aizawa, who is worried about the prospect of suddenly having dinner with his son, because now he just has to introduce his date, Hizashi, whom he kept quiet about because he couldn't admit that all this time and up to the moment Hitoshi abruptly decided to quit, he was seeing his son's guitar teacher.

Yamada, who is excited to finally meet his partner's son about whom he'd heard so much, because obviously Shouta loved talking about him, and who couldn't leave his music store unattended for the evening, so that he had to ask one of his employees, Kaminari, to stay until closing time.

[beahell]

At some point during their third year, Kaminari decides to upgrade his hero costume because he realizes that having only one easily targeted device can't end well. He spends nights working on a new design and almost knocks out the light bulbs in the room when he's done, rushing to the workshop to give his order to Hatsume.

After a while, he receives an updated set, and he's so happy that he tells about it every soul who will listen, including Shinsou, who was also honored to be the first to see the new costume.

And then he does, he nearly dies.

Instead of sharpshooting gear, Kaminari now has two guns with bullets that, according to his own words, work similarly to the pointers, except that they're less visible in motion. The guns are located in hip holsters, and Kaminari also has a shoulder holster that attaches to a vest that provides some protection for his chest; the holster itself contains spare guns, but these ones instead of helping Kaminari direct the electric charge based on the location of the bullets, eject cartridges that open into non-conductive sheets in the air, allowing him to shield his allies and citizens from his attacks.

The bullets and cartridges are stored on a belt that connects the entire system, and Shinsou swears that Kaminari's figures look even more expressive with this equipment.

Kaminari also asked to change the material of his suit to a dielectric fabric so that his clothes don't accumulate current during combat, and now his hands have gloves with built-in capacitors that allow him to store electrical charge instead of wasting it in a single attack. It's practical, but it also makes his fingers look longer, and his new jacket fits more snugly around his shoulders.

The worst part of this is that Kaminari now exudes a cowboy charm that oddly suits him, with his finger guns and one of the hats from his collection placed gently on his head, and Shinsou can't deal with it.

[beahell]

When I think about Fantasy AU, I can't stop imagining how Kirishima, being a dragon hybrid, begins to perform mating rituals typical for most reptiles towards Bakugou, and how neither he nor Bakugou understand what's happening, because they don't have any representatives of Kirishima's species anywhere near them to learn about his biology.

He walks on his tiptoes around Bakugou and puffs out his chest with the jets of flame almost coming out of his throat as he stretches his neck a little higher, with him feeling somewhat proud and at the same time quite embarrassed. He knows there is no need for acting like that, and to be honest, it looks a little silly from the side, so he just laughs awkwardly at himself when all he gets in response is an outraged scream and "What the hell are you trying to do?", and tries to forget about it.

Except that it doesn't work like that, and so the next time he is confused by how he starts growling when he sees some random passerby approaching their campsite, and when Bakugou raises his eyebrows in his direction with a spark of concern in the eyes, Kirishima just waves it off while his dangling tail slowly spreads dirt and dust behind his back.

And similar things just keep happening, with him loosing control over his body or his emotions when Bakugou's close.

It's exhausting, to be the victim of this unfamiliar pattern, which obviously gets not just on Kirishima's nerves, but on Bakugou's as well, so eventually he just has to ask somebody about what's going on, and that somebody turns out to be Kaminari because as a bard, he has quite the experience with stories about various creatures and legends describing their way of life. And Kaminari listens attentively to Kirishima over a pint of herbal tea while his foot almost knocks the table out from under them in nervous tremors because, yeah, Kaminari knows what caused Kirishima's behavior.

The only problem is that as far as he was made aware, Kirishima doesn't even know about his feelings for Bakugou.

And boy, was he going to give him some interesting news.

[visceriea]

weeheehehhehsvweeh yuri Hi Guys

[beahell]

The second Kaminari saw her, she realized three things.

She also might have shocked herself, but nevertheless.

First, they would need a large bed. Maybe a few blankets and a hundred pillows. Kaminari would make sure to provide a warm place where she could rest, where her peace would not be disturbed — maybe then she would look less tired.

Kaminari could bring her baked cookies to bed, with peanut butter and coconut flakes, the ones her mom had taught her to make. She could offer her a massage after a long day at work and playfully zap her sides with electric shocks, causing laughter, or Kaminari could just be there, breathing into those purple waves of hair as they cuddled together.

The idea was nice, and she smiled. The sparks ran up her arms anew, almost to the tips of her ears, but she held on — she knew that Sero wouldn't want to be a victim of her current again. Even if she did notice, raising an eyebrow, her attention quickly shifted to Bakugou, who was fuming in indignation.

Which was hilarious, because, second, she was cold.

She looked as if it were a normal Thursday for her, being screamed at, and those shouts only took away the airspace that she could have filled with a dozen more reasonable thoughts. She was crammed into the crowd around her, and yet her indifference set her apart from the trembling mass.

Kaminari couldn't help but wonder if she was always like this.

Her hands started to tremble, and now Sero was looking at her.

Not that Kaminari noticed, because she came forward, and her uniform was fitted like the rest of them, her tie perfectly tied around her neck, somehow emphasizing her height. Kaminari knew she could pull on that tie if she was nerby enough, to make her lean in close for Kaminari to whisper a silly compliment into her mouth, and be called silly in return.

She would have loved being called that by her soulmate. Because she was, third thing Kaminari realized. The flowers on her skin, blooming near her eye and creeping up her hair, were yellow and burning, just like the ones painted on Kaminari's wrist, and Kaminari's own lilac ones were probably the same as the ones painted on her wrist, covered from the world.

She was her soulmate, and—

“Kaminari!” Sero screeched.

—she shocked Sero. Fuck.

[beahell]

Kon going to an event organized by his sperm donor, bored in a huge banquet hall and absolutely knocked down when he notices a charming young journalist in a beautiful red dress, deciding to brighten up his tedious time with a good company, completely ignoring how she looks strangely familiar and openly trying to flirt with her for the whole evening

Tim coming to Lex Luthor's high-profile event in disguise because the Waynes weren't invited, trying to locate the mafia he has been hunting for the last three months while at the same time trying to ignore the desperate flirting attempts from his best friend who also happens to be his long-time crush

[beahell]

Is there a version of a sentient Gotham who not only loves her protectors, but also wants to see them happy, and so in her desperate attempts to help she creates within her capabilities the most unhinged scenarios straight from the romcoms to somehow make these stubborn assholes realize they're clearly in love with their respective friends and should get over with it?

Bonus points if she's so obvious in her scheming that every bat knows about it but can do literally nothing to stop her

Tim: this is gonna be our apartment for the duration of this mission. you can see our target's office on the other side of the street, and there are two cafes below where he most often organizes his meetings. i've also taken care of a fake id for you

Kon, checking out the rooms: this is nice

Tim: yeah, and surprisingly this is the only convenient place. luckily i managed to get ahold of it, though there were some other possible renters in the line ahead of us

Kon: never even dreamed of doubting yo— *suddenly stops in his tracks* hey, did you know there's only one bed?

Tim, vividly remembering two separate beds being there during his previous visit: what.

—

Clark: thank you for your interview, mr. wayne

Bruce, escorting him to the living room door: please, after all that fussing you simply can't keep calling me that

Clark: of course, mr. wayne

Bruce, smirking and grabbing the door handle: clark, that's—

Bruce:

Clark, confused: is everything okay?

Bruce, slowly starting to panic because he can't open the door: yeah, everything's fine, it's just the rusty lock

Clark: ah, of course

*a few minutes past full of huffing and unsuccessful attempts at opening the door*

Clark: some very stubborn lock, it seems

Bruce: ha-ha, you're so right, very, very fucking stubborn—

—

Jason, frantically looking around, because he's sure he hasn't entered the area: what the fuck—

Roy, coincidentally turning into the same alley: oh, jason! i was just going to visit you in your flat. i was thinking of inviting you to join us on today's trip to the aquarium, you know, the one which your father's foundation recently sponsored— jason? are you feeling all right? you look pale

Jason, almost hyperventilating, because he's sure he hasn't entered this fucking area of the city: huh?

[beahell]

Tim, pouring his fourth cup of coffee:

Jason: geez someone's ought to fucking handle this

Dick, passing by: what are you talking about?

Jason: his coffee addiction. he's like constantly on this shit, not sure if he's even able to function separately anymore

Dick: oh, you mean how his blood pressure is constantly low?

Jason:

Dick: you do know he drinks coffee and all those sugary energy drinks because otherwise he feels very uncoordinated and tired, and can be kind of irritable, right?

Jason:

Dick: right?

Jason: do you have a blood pressure monitor? i have to check something real quick

[beahell]

For Kryptonians, the touch of their soulmate feels like searing warmth. Clark has come to terms with the idea that he will never meet his soulmate, because for him, a man who is practically invulnerable to temperature changes, every touch feels equally neutral. He would never have noticed the difference, and it breaks his heart a little, but he learns to live with this thought just like with everything else.

Until. One day, he is wounded by a kryptonite bomb, and Batman is there to take off his gloves and carefully pull the fragments out of him. And his fingers touch the bare skin when wrapping the wound with bandages, and these hands burn. Clark, of course, thinks it's because Batman's hands are always hot — he wouldn't know anyway, right?

He doesn't think about it for too long, until one day he hears how Hal complaints that Batman's hands are icy, and then he spends several days paying attention to how Red Robin rubs his hand in the place where Batman squeezed him reassuringly, and Robin wrinkles his forehead when Batman puts his bare palm down to check for injuries, and Nightwing mumbles plaintively when Batman treats his open wound.

And then it clicks.

[beahell]

Clark swooning over Bruce calling him Kal-El because this name connects Clark to his roots and its use represents the depth of Bruce's knowledge of Clark himself? Perfect. Clark not swooning over Bruce calling him Kal-El because Clark wasn't raised under that name, and Kal-El is only a Superman, not everything else Clark is — a son, a father, a friend, a lover — only a symbol Clark willingly created for people, for whose in need, for others, not himself, from the hope that his parents had put into that name? Perfect.

[beahell]

Rewatched Batman (2022) and was reminded of how impressively antisocial Battinson is. He doesn't go to any fancy events to ensure his public persona because he doesn't even have one. Most likely, the last time he was seen was when he jumped from the balcony to escape from a charity event. And i think it would be hilarious if Dick Grayson not only helped him to find it in himself to love and be loved again, to have another purpose besides unconsciously trying to get himself killed while fulfilling his "legacy", but also pulled him out in the wild

Just imagine. You are the elite of Gotham. You live in luxury and once every couple of weeks you visit large and expensive champagne events. You know that somewhere in the city lives a man who owns half of this very city and spends almost all his time in his mysterious gloomy mansion. No one has seen him for several years. And then he shows up at a major celebration, obviously forcibly trailing behind a little boy in an evening suit, holding his hand. The boy approaches each person, holds out his free hand, greets them and introduces himself and this man, mascara soaked into his skin. The boy supports every dialogue and knocks out three interviews with major magazines and one photo shoot in his favor before forcing the man to spend half an hour with other men and dance with some woman. The man looks on the verge of tears and is wrapped around this boy's finger so clearly it's embarrassing

The man is Bruce I Don't Have A Social Life Wayne, and the little boy is Dick I Can Change Him Grayson