Nadeshiiiko

Time stops when the day hovers between dark and light. You blink, and it restarts.

[rraebearr]

Fic Recommendation <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74318481/chapters/193978101

This fic is so good. I am friends with the author and they have told me so much about what they're doing with the story, it's so fascinating. They're such a talented writer. Please check out their work.

[chance-lard]

Book!Lucy & Lockwood vs Show!Lucy & Lockwood: A VERY LONG Deep Dive

So I finished the Netflix adaptation of Lockwood & Co.

Overall, I think it was a respectful adaptation, which, despite some plot changes, kept largely to the spirit of the books. At minimum, Joe Cornish actually seems to like L&Co, which is way more than can be said about most adaptations these days. Hooray!

But I wanted to write a bit about one of the bigger changes they made: namely the dynamic between Lucy and Lockwood.

I’ve seen people saying that the Locklyle adaptation to screen was very true to the books, just without Lucy’s close personal voice, and sped up a little in the romance department (“Stroud doesn’t mention what Lucy was doing with her hands! They could have been on Lockwood’s face in the books!” etc).

Respectfully, I disagree quite a bit with this. While some argument could be made about it having shades of their relationship from THB/TCS onwards, I actually think Show!Lucy’s attitude towards Lockwood is a 180 from the way she views him in TSS and TWS.

IDK, this might be a bit of a controversial opinion judging by what I’ve been seeing in the L&Co tag and general ways people have interpreted TSS and TWS in the years since their publication, but I’m going to try to back my argument as best as I can, focusing only on those books.

I’m using the original paperback UK editions of both the Screaming Staircase (2013) and The Whispering Skull (2014).

Spoilers for the show and VERY mild spoilers for books 3+ (literally just the name of a new character/type of ghost + stuff already shown in the show that wasn’t shown until later in the books)

Another warning: this analysis is 5500(!!!) words long, and mostly quotes from the book. If you’d like to just read the main bits, look at the intro/conclusion to each section and read the TLDR; at the end.

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[pitviperofdoom]

Hiya Tumblr,

Broken up about JK Rowling's descent into loud, financially-backed bigotry and the resulting souring of a beloved book series from your childhood? Looking to fill the void of stories about wizard school?

Read The Scholomance Trilogy by Naomi Novik.

Featuring a magic system with consistent and coherent rules, a diverse cast, and a world that is both dark and incredibly colorful. The school is a shifting eldritch location suspended in the infinite void, invested with monsters that hunt the students through its halls. There are no teachers or professors or adults in sight; the students fend for themselves in sink-or-swim desperation, self-teaching with materials the school provides, building their skills and forming alliances to survive the neverending gauntlet. The protagonist is a budding dark sorceress who chooses On Purpose to be good, equal parts Wednesday Addams and Granny Weatherwax.

I haven't read the third book yet, but I'm incredibly excited to.

Read these books. Forget Hogwarts, the Scholomance is where it's at.

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea

[captainkirkk]

At least once a month I remember that Ozai ruled for ~3 years. That's shorter than one presidential term. That's nothing. In comparison Zuko - who suffered so much cruelty and was made to feel worthless under Ozai - ruled for ALMOST 70 YEARS. That's more than 22 times the length of Ozai's rule - and he will go down in history as one of the most influential and well loved Fire Lords of all time

[onlytiktoks]

[nadaboodraws]

SPOILERS: I’m screaming and crying from every updated chapter.

[chococustard]

completed list of my omegaverse kids babyyyy it’s cleaner now too finally hhh most things are stil the same with the old design so uh if there’s any contradiction it’s this one//shot quirk mechanics are the same tho

their ages are just in comparison to each other, they’ll be however old they’ll be per story;w;/

[kewltie]

for all her bravado, pride, and arrogance, at her core kasumi is good girl with a soft heart. she’s very pragmatic and mature for her age only because of the circumstances force her that way. she grew up being terribly aware of the stigma and cost of living under a single parent.

izuku was a teen parent, unwed, and single man who carried kasumi to term and all these unconventional statuses made kasumi’s childhood v v unusual in society’s eyes esp when the ideal environment to raise a child is the opposite of what kasumi has so she knows she’s diff. she grew up practically in fear that the gov’t would take her away from izuku bc izuku couldn’t properly provide and give the kind of care a normal family could and worst of all they have to rely on the same gov’t that they fear to they give them enough welfare to live on.

kasumi keenly understands what it’s like to be helpless under others so to see katsuki with all his wealth and power she just roll her eyes bc kasumi maybe young but she had struggle just for the right to stay w izuku and to be unworried how they’ll have to pay their rent next month.  she sees katsuki’s privilege status and is supremely unimpressed by it but she also inherited izuku’s deep compassion and empathy that she can see through katsuki’s crown and the pressure and loneliness that come with carrying so much responsibility and power on his shoulders.

The thing is katsuki always been overbearingly protective of the ppl he care for so when he first saw izuku and kasumi’s shitty small apartment w the hot water only running for 10mins and bedroom the size of a FUCKING CLOSET etc, he wanted to scoop them up and bring them to his home. HE WANTS TO GIVE THEM AND SPOIL THEM WITH EVERYTHING!!! bc they’re his ppl and he wants to do anything to make them happy so he throw his power and wealth around as though that will help bc he’s RICH, POWERFUL, AND PRIVILEGE so he doesn’t understand restraint at all.

so kasumi is annoys by all of this grandeur of the palace and her new status as princess bc she so unused to it and though their previous apartment was shitty it was just her and papa, it was never lonely but now she thrown into this large empty palace and it’s just feel WRONG. izuku understands this and though he loves katsuki deeply and wants to stay with him, he values kasumi more bc she’s his everything. if kasumi wishes to leave, then izuku would pack up their stuff and go back to their original life even though it isn’t perfect at least it’s THEIRS.

kasumi deciding in the end to stay even temporary longer in the palace with katsuki is her acknowledging katsuki’s desperate efforts to try to keep them by his side while not pushing for more bc he respect their boundaries even if he has little recognition of his own restrain lol. katsuki and izuku are pretty much a guarantee thing, but it is kasumi that their entire relationship and world hinges on bc they only wish what best for her so kasumi slowly bumbling her way through understanding katsuki and how she feel for him is pivotal point of the story.

[nadeshiiiko]

I miss you, kasumi-chaan

[chococustard]

happy tododeku week! usually at this time of year i’d be doing a dj but yeeeee

anyway, please enjoy/w/

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[lumosinlove]

Kisses I want to write about:

Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).

[macarunni]

THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR US, VISUAL PEOPLE

[thetrashywritingwitch]

Different kisses can convey so much without words!

[burning----soul-blog]

Hello people, It’s kiss time!!! 💋

[princesscas]

How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it 

[sevedraws]

It would have worked too, but a low rasping voice emanating from the figure stopped him in his tracks.  

From Ten of Cups by nyandeshiko

My piece for this year’s @tododekubigbang! Ten of Cups is an absolutely wonderful fic by @kishime that you should definitely be reading.

[tunafishprincess]

New au where Izuku is essentially his world’s Captain America.

Synopsis: Izuku Midoriya worked hard to become a symbol of hope for the Quirk users of his time, fighting against a government that saw his family as little more than criminals.

Now, he awakens to a time not his own, a dazed and confused 15-year-old boy in a world that no longer needs him.

Allmight knew he needed to find a successor. He just wasn’t expecting said successor to bang him in the head with a shield that belonged in their world’s history museum.

All for One just wants his son back.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[hsuanho0121]

My favorite character of the whole show <3 <3 <3

[kewltie]

“So this is where you’re hiding, Freckles.”

Startled, Izuku swivels around and sees an approaching dark figure cloaked by the shadows of the Astronomy Tower. “Touya,” he says, warmth resting on the surface of his chest. “What are you doing here?”

“Your little friends were running around like headless chickens looking for you all dinner,” Touya says with a careless shrug.

Izuku winces. “I wasn’t hungry.”

Touya’s legs carry him right beside Izuku. Elbows brace on the railings as he leans his back against it, adopting a casual and dismissive posture, but the intensity of his focus is all on Izuku. “Did the Angry Bird do something to upset you again?”

Izuku’s lips thin out and he looks away briefly, unwilling to meet to meet Touya’s expectant gaze.

Silence.

“Ah,” Touya clicks his tongue knowingly, “should I kick his ass for you?” he offers, flexing his right hand pointedly. He always liked to resort to his fists more than his wand to get his point across, even though Izuku knows he’s arguably one of the best duelists in Hogwarts.

Coolly indifference and aloof, Todoroki Touya neither stood out nor slipped under the radar completely. Purposely not showing off all cards he wields, keeps all his secrets and talents close to his chest. It’s something that upset the Todoroki patriarch gravely, which is precisely why Touya never give his all to any of his classes. The hateful mind games that Touya often play with his father is equally confusing and troubling.

Izuku has little hope in ever understanding it.

“No, thank you,” he politely declines, turning back to look at the stars once more. It’s quiet up here. Just the perfect place to hide and sulk in peace. Mostly. “I think I’m more upset with myself than him. I stupidly thought that we were far past that now.”

Touya doesn’t say anything to that; his face is a placid mask of inscrutableness. The only sound that cut through the air between them as silence reigns is the steady rhythm of Touya’s fingers tapping against the metal railing.

He waits patiently for Izuku to continue.

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[kadeart]

BNHA Tarot Major Arcana