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dani; fandom rambling; my drabbles inspired by others' art; ao3 cosmonaut_field

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It’s been a while but I thought I’d share!

I was at Anime Los Angeles and had a private shoot done with @ nick_nacks_photo (Instagram). With all this Dragon!Kirishima hype, I thought I’d share my photos here too :D

I’m uploading more onto my Instagram (@ chuchu_dani) so check it out!!

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My name is Roaring Burning Red Frozen White and I have red and white hair (that's how I got my name) and my eyes are blue and gray like tear drops and rain clouds and a lot of people tell me I look like Endeavor the number 2 hero (AN: if u know who he is get da hell out of here!)

Shoto Todoroki (BNHA new chapter)

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Series: Boku no Hero Academia Eventual Kirishima/Bakugo Synopsis: The class of 1-A is split into groups to intern at various hero agencies. During a sudden mission, Bakugo is affected by a quirk that leaves him in a peculiar state. While everyone tries to find a cure, and the villain, Kirishima struggles to make sense of his new relationship and unearthed feelings.

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REQUEST FORMS CLOSE NOVEMBER 1ST!!!! There are 42 people joined right now and initial matches have been made, but I’m still accepting more requests! 3 more days, everyone!!! Get your requests in now and join the Secret Santa fun! \o/

[camilleto]

suns

[camilleto]

GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS !!!!!!

[marciaillust]

I’m entering the fandom at full speed jesus take the wheel

[yushiyuki]

kirishima eijirou // boku no hero academia

[toranator]

He’ll be a great hero one day✨

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Now accepting request forms for Yuri!!! on Yuletide, an online secret santa event. Check out the form [here]. BE SURE TO READ ALL THE RULES/REGULATIONS/FAQ.

[seungchuchuweek]

Everyone, the prompts list for Seungchuchu Week 2017 Round 2 is finally here!!!

For each day, there is a theme (song), and three prompts related to the theme. You may create content based on the theme, or using any of the three prompts! You may use more than one prompt at a time.

Please look to our prompts page for more information on some of the prompts, and our guidelines for more information. Our inbox is always open!

Day 1 ☆ What Do I Know?

Dogs

Ga(y)mers

High school

Day 2 ☆ Shape of You

Celebrities

Pining

Staring

Day 3 ☆ Touch and Go

Flowershops

Office

Punk & pastel

Day 4 ☆ Thinking Out Loud

Free day

Bonus: Showtunes

Day 5 ☆ Tenerife Sea

Fantasy & mythology

Future

Galaxy

Day 6 ☆ Shirtsleeves

Eyes & eyebrows

Skype

Tears

Day 7 ☆ Bibia Be Ye Ye

Beach

Festivals

How Far I’ll Go

Day 8 ☆ Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Marriage

Seasons

Soulmates

Click HERE for the event playlist!!!

Content creation starts right now until 15 October, and the event will run from 16 October to 23 October!

Your mods, @artemisetoile & @heterophobeseunggil (´｡• ω •｡`)

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less than one week til the event starts! have fun, everyone!!

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I’m starting ☆Yuri!!! on Yuletide☆ a Yuri!!! on Ice Secret Santa Event.

Request forms for artists and writers will be out very soon! Stay tuned!

I’m mostly on Twitter (@ pickledbrows) and only posting this here as promotion.

[plvdoodles]

‪just a regular bff bonding ft. one of phichit’s hamsters

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Seungchuchu steampunk AU

Based off of art by @sleepyfortress (see here). 

I don’t know anything about steampunk era and super deep details (I mean, technically it’s kind of made up?), but here ya go. Enjoy and thanks for reading!

Seung-gil jerked awake, arms shooting out to catch himself on his desk as he began to slip off his workbench. He steadied his weight on the seat, mind reeling between wakefulness and panic, and glanced around the room dimly lit by a single lantern. The fire was weak and he reached forward to check the oil.

“Phichit! Oil!” he shouted in the direction of the closed doorway of his workroom.

He raised a brow when he was only greeted by the soft whir of cogs from various machines and inventions crowding his dusty room. He was expecting the pounding of running feet followed by something being knocked over when the door was flung open.

The silence was unnerving and he produced a sequence of curses while pushing himself up. His body groaned and cracked in protest and he couldn’t fight the urge to stretch out his arms and swing from side-to-side to loosen up.

He stepped around a set of tools he’d left on the floor—why they were still there when he’d recently stepped on a nail, he did not know—and headed into the hallway. It was late evening, judging by the soft, orange light glowing from behind the old newspapers he’d tacked over the windows, and his stomach growled as if responding to awareness of the late hour.

The house hummed quietly with the usual clicking and swishing of mechanical pieces such as his collection of out-of-sync clocks that were set to random times. The hall and sitting room lights were dimmed, a sign of lacking viable amounts of oil, and there was visible dust coating the surfaces of appliances and gadgets that he thought would’ve been wiped away by now.

“Phichit,” he called, heading to the doorway with the tattered curtain.

He pushed the tattered cloth from his path and peered into the narrow kitchen space. His eyes narrowed when he caught sight of a shadowed figure standing idly beside the unlit stove. Several bowls and utensils littered the surrounding, flat surfaces.

“Hand me the oil,” he ordered and stepped forward, reaching out a hand.

There was no movement from Phichit and Seung-gil stepped closer, eyes roaming the various contents in the cookware. His assistant seemed to be in the middle of cooking.

Seung-gil set a hand on Phichit’s shoulder and still received no reaction, which could only mean one thing. With a heavy sigh, he wrapped his arms around the other and grunted as he picked him up. There had to be a way to make him lighter without compromising on parts. As he thought on options for upgrades, he half-dragged, half-carried the lifeless form from the kitchen and settled it onto a cushioned seat. After making sure Phichit wouldn’t fall over, he left to get his tools.

He was hungry and had nothing on hand to eat. If he wanted to remedy that situation, he’d need to do this repair immediately. It was a simple winding procedure, a loose cog that needed tightening, and once done, a soft humming began to echo from Phichit’s sound box. He must’ve been mid-song when he’d reached the last leg of his windup.

Seung-gil, kneeling on the floor, leaned back and waited as the machinery began to turn independently of his manipulation. He kept a lookout for any slight, disconnected movement in the gadgetry. The humming grew louder, echoing within the hollow chamber, and the sound was followed by the twitching of fingers and the flickering of eyelids. Phichit’s lashes seemed thin and would need replacement, Seung-gil noted.

The humming ceased but Seung-gil still waited, staring into the dark grey color of Phichit’s eyes. And then came the connection.

“Dinner,” Phichit said quietly and glanced around with some confusion. He looked down at his hands, as if expecting to be holding something and expressing mild surprise at their emptiness.

Seung-gil observed the rotation of his neck and reached up to cup his cheeks. His thumbs pressed softly into the flesh-like material that was cool to the touch. He began to tilt Phichit’s head in different directions, feeling for any odd clicks in his joints and looking for spotting where the skin was starting to wear. All the while Phichit spoke through the routine check-up.

“The lamps needed oil and I was thinking of doing it right after making supper,” he mused, eyes fixated on the light source directly behind Seung-gil’s head.

Seung-gil held Phichit’s head still and facing front-and-center. He glanced at the reflection of light in the deep grey. The glass could use an extra coating of color so the glare wasn’t so intense and unnatural. Maybe the gloss application could be skipped.

He released Phichit’s face and glanced down to peer into the open cavity of his chest once more, watching the spinning gears and timing the rotations with the ticking of the clock nearest to him. When he had the number scratched down—among the scribbles in the notepad from the front pocket of his shirt—he shut the door of Phichit’s torso and began to screw it shut.

“Did you feel like you were slowing down earlier?” he asked, “Movements jumpy? Thoughts difficult to process? Memory lagging?”

Phichit didn’t answer and Seung-gil glanced up at him, checking. He was met with a smile.

“It took me three-and-a-half songs,” Phichit said.

“For…”

“I felt a strange click, here,” Phichit motioned toward the back of his head, “And then I had trouble blinking. I began to hum to time it, because that click thing happened the last time I fell asleep, and it took three-and-a-half songs before….”

He waved his hand vaguely and Seung-gil’s eyes followed the movements, studying the smoothness.

“Before you ‘woke up’?” Seung-gil clarified.

“Yes! I made it through the song three-and-a-half times before I fell asleep.”

Seung-gil paused with the screw and settled his notepad back onto Phichit’s thigh so he could jot down a thought.

“Lacking memory gap,” Phichit read aloud. And upside-down. Very impressive.

“You had one the last time you fell asleep,” Seung-gil mumbled and tucked the paper and ink away. He finished his task, then began to button Phichit’s shirt. “What is for dinner?”

“I made a gravy!” Phichit said proudly, “And then we have the leftover biscuits I picked up earlier today.”

Seung-gil nodded and only half-listened as Phichit continued to tell him about dinner plans. When he reached the last button at Phichit’s collar, he glanced up once more into his eyes. Searching. As if someday, he’d catch a glimpse of the thing people these days liked to call the ‘soul.’

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*DJ Khaled Voice* Anotha one.

Yurio joining the Tattoo Crew!

[schmesa]

@yoimafiaweek Day 4: Weapons, Roses

IT HAD TO BE SEUNGCHUCHUSEND HELP

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HOW FRICKING DARE YOU DRAW THIS BEAUTY I AM S L A IN

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Phichit Week day 4!!! I was so close to not doing today, but I’m glad I did. 

The sunshine boy’s boyfriend came to visit lol (I’m pushing my ship into everything). Seungchuchu 4lyfe.