Apr 12, 2025
The Shepard: the flock’s protector and babysitter
Baz, about to go fighting a dissenter for saying shit abt the Shepard:
Leshy, joining bc he wants an excuse to fight something:
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The Shepard: the flock’s protector and babysitter
Baz, about to go fighting a dissenter for saying shit abt the Shepard:
Leshy, joining bc he wants an excuse to fight something:
In the words of Halsey, “I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be.”
Supervisor: can anyone take this shift?
Me: can I do it?
Supervisor: NO. You are over hours.
Me: if I promise not to work more than 50 hours next week, can I take it?
Supervisor: only if no one else can.
Coworker 1: I can take it.
Me: *gasp* evil.
Me: ...
Me: can I take [coworker 2] shift on Saturday so he can go to his grandma's birthday party?
Supervisor: ...
Supervisor: FINE.
From the diary of Silver RunningFox: Shouta Aizawa and Silver have a growing family. This is a snippet of controlled chaos. Poor Aizawa…
Scene: The Calm Before the Chaos
Silver’s gone for a prenatal checkup. Shouta is home. Alone. With the twins. And Eri.
Silver grabs her bag, leans in, and kisses Shouta’s cheek. “I won’t be long.”
He gives her a flat look that says you already are, but nods. “We’ll be fine.”
She raises a brow. “You’re sure?”
Shouta doesn’t flinch. “I survived Class 1-A. I survived villains. I survived Nezu’s ‘team building’ retreat. This is cake.”
From the hallway:
“DAD, SHE LICKED MY EAR!”
A crash. Followed by wild galloping. Possibly a small explosion.
Silver pauses at the door, smiling slowly. “Good luck.”
She shuts it behind her with the casual cruelty of a woman who knows what’s about to happen.
Hour One:
Shouta finds Eri helping Michi glue glitter to Kai’s eyebrows.
“Training,” Kai explains, eyes wide and shimmering like a disco ball.
Aizawa- “For what?”
Kai- “Stealth missions.”
Aizawa- “…Glitter isn’t stealth.”
Kai- “It is if it blinds the enemy.”
He sighs and moves on. Quietly texts Mic: If I disappear, avenge me.
Hour Two:
Snack time devolves into a debate over apple slices vs. ‘square cheese’.
Kai stages a hunger strike.
Michi threatens to eat the baby’s snack reserves.
Eri makes tea and says nothing—she is above this war.
Shouta gives them carrots. They boo him.
Hour Three:
The living room is a pillow fort. A war zone. A dance floor.
He can’t tell.
Eri is hosting a “WWE Tea Party.”
Kai has renamed himself “The Snackinator.”
Michi is narrating a dramatic soap opera starring plush toys. One is pregnant. With a dragon. Probably twins.
He closes his eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Hour Four:
Silence.
Too much silence.
He finds Kai duct-taped to the wall (gently), Eri braiding a stuffed bear’s hair, and Michi… under the table with scissors and a chunk of her own hair.
She grins up at him. “I fixed it.”
He doesn't yell. He just… quietly walks to the kitchen, drinks water directly from the faucet, and stares into the void for thirty seconds.
Hour Five:
Silver returns to find Shouta on the couch, one child snoring on his chest, the other two asleep mid-combat.
He’s got glitter in his hair, juice on his shirt, and the faint twitch of a man who’s seen things.
Silver leans down and whispers, “Told you.”
He doesn’t even look at her.
“…They’re not allowed to be alone again until they’re thirty.”
She smiles sweetly. “But they were safe, weren’t they?”
He mutters, “Define ‘safe.’”
And from the pile of pillows, Kai mumbles in his sleep:
“Snackinator… out…”
Shouta Aizawa. Hero. Teacher. Father.
He’s faced villains. Nightmares. Bureaucracy.
But this?
This was war.
And the glitter… never comes off
<-average tumblr user
I woke up this morning and my first thought was threatening to subject the sun to eternal rule and damnation.
I wake up at 5 am, the godforsaken fire ball isn’t even up yet.
disheveled pieck in her cardigan
me: *feels sad*
me: maybe talking to my friends about random things will make me feel better ??
me: *looks at all my unread messages and missed calls*
me: never mind.