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[booksandwords]

That definitely does not apply to this.”               “It either applies to nothing or everything. You can’t be choosey on when to follow your personal beliefs, Cay!

The Waxed Floor Dilemma by @superhiro

Superhiro does a fantastic job with tone. It is brilliant Nick and Caleb their dynamic is on full display and it all stems from Nick’s opportunism and fun.

[akirenyan]

198 Shuake! 💚

thaaank you! ;; i had fun with this one. something lighthearted this time ndfjkgh

198 - “We were meant for each other.”

He heard more than he saw Goro take a rather big blow before the motion that sent him flying back actually became visible from the corner of his eyes. Worried, Akira turned and watched as his back hit the wall before he crumbled down to the ground with a frustrated growl, which was admittedly his first mistake.

“Joker, watch out!” He heard Futaba’s warning, but he wasn’t fast enough to act right after; second mistake down and counting.

The shadow in their way was stronger than they anticipated, which was evident from how fast it knocked Goro down, if anything. They’ve had problems with these types of shadows before, back when they first entered Maruki’s palace; Akira knew that dealing with Hastur wasn’t at all impossible, but they grew tired and careless. He should’ve known better.

The powerful hit he himself felt now knocked the air right out of his lungs as his legs left the ground and he felt his back collide with something hard before falling down helplessly like a ragdoll. His landing itself was softened by something… by someone, and a bitter smile made its way onto his lips as he heard Goro groan behind him.

Well, that was not ideal. But at the same time, it kind of was.

“Sorry,” he managed, faintly tasting blood somewhere in his mouth. His energy was still working hard, but his legs needed a moment. Or maybe a good old healing spell.

Goro merely replied with another groan at first as he somewhat steadied himself behind him, but seemingly not enough to get up or create a proper distance. He felt him shrink back instead, hissing.

“You should’ve paid more attention!”

“Oh, spare me,” he dismissed Goro’s reprimanding tone with a rough exhale. “It’s not as if I’m the only one floored here.”

“You were looking my way when I got hit! You could’ve avoided the same!”

“Well excuse me, despite the codename it’s rare to see you fly –”

“Joker, Crow!” Futaba’s voice interrupted them, but Akira could still hear Goro cursing to himself. “Are you okay? I’ll send in a support heal in a moment.”

Akira glanced ahead, seeing Ryuji and Morgana getting joined by Sumire and Yusuke to take their place. No wonder Futaba had her hands full, too. His eyes scanned the scene, noting that the shadow was smart. It tried to get the strongest two out of the way for an easier advantage. Unfortunately they were too exhausted, and Akira also sort of just let it happen.

Fine. Fair. Maybe Goro was right.

“Perfect calculations…,” he heard him mutter behind him. “That piece of shit shadow just wanted a leeway and you kind of helped him get exactly that by needlessly worrying.”

Wow.

“Next time don’t get hit so easily then, so I won’t need to,” he jabbed back, just for the hell of it. He heard Goro huff, and ironically enough it made him smile.

He felt the effects of a healing spell right after, his breathing turning less rapid, and his legs finally listened to him better, too. His strength came back, at least enough to send this shadow to hell.

“Idea,” Goro began as he straightened himself behind him, no doubt feeling better, too.

“All ears.”

“How about we rush in and give it a taste of its own medicine? Dare I say we should do it alone? Absolutely taking it apart to pieces. We can spare the others. Just you and me.”

Akira’s smirk kept on growing until it turned into a full-blown grin. Goro sounded pissed. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins fast as it was, even faster now that he felt like fighting again. He too, wanted to take all his frustrations and pour it into absolutely obliterating whatever got in their way.

He turned his head, unable to stop himself. Goro’s face was entirely covered by his mask, but his eyes still had a dangerous glint, a certain edge to them that undoubtedly had the power to make him do reckless things, aswell. Preferably with him by his side.

“… What?” He asked after a moment.

Akira was distantly aware that his grin was probably a little loopy from being high on the fight with adrenaline, but he didn’t really care, so he merely shrugged. “Nothing in particular… I just feel like we were meant for each other.”

He said it like that sentence was as casual as it could be, despite it being a lot heavier than just to be said outright like that. But he didn’t care. It was true.

He watched as Goro rolled his eyes almost over-exaggeratedly, but as they stopped on him again, they stayed locked on his own, just for a little while. And although Akira couldn’t see for sure from this angle, he was almost certain he was smirking behind his mask, too.

He couldn’t believe Goro didn’t verbally call him out on it. He could’ve called him stupid. Could’ve disagreed and shut it down entirely, even the mere idea, but he didn’t. His blood was boiling again, but for a different reason.

He wondered what he would dare to do, were they alone right now. Take off his mask…? Rather, his whole helmet. Show him just how serious he was about it.

“Hey! A little help would be nice!” Ryuji exclaimed from ahead, and the moment broke.

Right. They weren’t alone. They were in the metaverse, with battles, and shadows to fight.

Akira got to his feet with a sigh and turned back to Goro, offering his hand to help him up. Maybe he could elaborate after they’re out of here. But for now – “Anyway, I’m in.”

Goro stared at his hand for a second, then back at his eyes. This time he could definitely tell there was a smile playing on his lips as he grabbed his hand. “Good. Let’s do this, then.”

[dirkgentle]

dghda fic rec thingie !! 

Listen, I still don’t know how any of this works, but I must - MUST - recommend the works of the ever so talented @superhiro ( who happens to be my girlfriend, by the way, shh just let me brag for a hot sec ), because I can absolutely never get enough of Sarah’s writing! To say her characterisation is flawless would be an understatement, and to call her language merely brilliant an insult, and no, I am not biased, thank you very much! I’m not much of a fanfiction reader, for reasons of time management, easily computer-screen-triggered headaches, trying to avoid subconsciously copying the ideas of another writer, and being quite protective of certain character portrayals, but I’ve adored @superhiro‘s fics since well before we got together. She writes a flawless Todd and a marvellous Dirk and manages to pull off every single supporting character in so effortless a fashion I’m often left completely bewildered by her talent, so --- long story short, go read her stuff! 

It's Late And I Can't Help But Need You 3908 words, very fluffy, sweet as sugar, Brotzly.  Dirk finds himself struggling to fall asleep and decides that there is only one remedy in the world that could possibly help him -- to show up at Todd Brotzman’s flat in  the middle of the night and also snog him silly. Please read this if you’ve always wanted a sweetness-induced cavity. Love confessions, cuddles and exclusive kissing privileges, what more could you want? :)  Even If You Cannot Hear My Voice 62794 words (holy shit, man. holy shit), Brotzly, hurt/comfort, cw for character death (though at least it’s temporary ...) and a certain amount of emotional and physical whump, but also, I have been promised, lots of fluffiness to make up for it.  The fic that has killed me just as efficiently as it’s killed ... well, I don’t want to put out any spoilers. Fact is, if you like suspense, cases gone terribly wrong, desperate not-quite-boyfriends ready to sacrifice everything for each other, hurt (lots of hurt. lots and lots of hurt. these words will personally break into your bedroom and stab you about a bazillion times.), horrible separations, Todd Brotzman nearly losing his mind (again), love defeating even the greatest enemy, and suitably dramatic reunions, then this should be your go-to to get you through the winter months. Please note that I have not yet finished reading this fic because I’m a wimp and have only so many tears to shed, but perhaps you’ll prove yourself a stronger person.  How to Work Through Sticky Situations (Both Figurative and Literal) 3366 words, Brotzly, light-hearted and silly, lots of fluff and actual sweetness, definitely good for a bit of a chuckle after the above fic ripped out your heart !!  This was written for last year’s spook fest and I’ve re-read it several times, because it’s simply one of the dumbest, but also most gorgeous little ficlets in the world. So cute it’s going to haunt you regularly even a year later. I don’t want to give too much away, but I am going to tell you this much: Todd Brotzman. Dirk Gently. Thirty pies. What could go wrong? Everything.  What it Means to Love You 9812 words (ridiculous, given that this was supposed to be a short one), Brotzly, demon hamsters, love confessions, amazingness.  Written for the DGHDA Valentine’s thingie, this amazing fic is dedicated to ... oh, modesty forbids me from saying it, but this story certainly holds a special little place in my heart. Todd finds himself faced with the problem of having fallen in love with his best friend (maybe. probably. definitely? come on, buzzfeed quizzes would never lie to you), and obviously, the epitome of emotional stuntedness and dorky awkwardness ensues. It takes a lot of fretting, frantic conversations, demonic rodents, dark magic and a brush with death, before ... pffft. As if I’m going to tell you. Go read for yourself. 

TLDR; Sarah is fantastic, and she also writes a more-canon-than-canon Todd over at @protectiveforce, and if you’re not reading her stuff and following her, clearly you need a wake-up call. This is it. 💛💛💛

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Brotzly and 21 for the kissy prompts! <3

21:…on a place of insecurity.

It's not that Todd's self-conscious about his height. He isn't. And fuck you for thinking he is because he's a perfectly good height and he can still kick your ass with it. Whatever, point is, he's not self-conscious about it. Anymore. But it would be nice- in a totally objective, non self-conscious way- if people would quit pointing it out. He gets it, okay? He doesn't need constant reminders from assholes on the street that he's below the national average. Cute little nicknames like 'short stack' and 'bite size' and 'small fry' can fuck right off and die in a corner. Helpful observations about it- as if he somehow managed to forget about his tragic shortness that morning and needs a reality check- can go screw themselves. And not that it's not nice to feel wanted, but he'd ditch bars and any amount of self-grooming in an instant if it means never having to deal with some six-something asshole looming up in his space and enjoying the fucking ego boost. It's either a joke or a fetish or a fucking power trip for people and he's fucking sick of it. But he's not self-conscious about it. So if his face looks red right now, it is not stupid vapid embarrassment. He's not some high school wallflower with a bad haircut. It's anger. Righteous anger out of principle. Anger he's perfectly entitled to because- "No! Fuck- fuck off, it's not a fucking invitation for- just, no. No."Dirk gapes at him, eyes wide as saucers. "Um- beg pardon?""You know, you fucking know what you did," Todd seethes, crossing his arms protectively. "And you know what? You're not such a tall guy yourself, so you can take that condescending b.s. and stick it up your a-hole. You can't just do shit like that- and in the middle of the goddamn office, I have... rights!"Dirk's starting to look at him like he's grown an extra head. "I... All I did was kiss your forehead."

To use a Dirk turn of phrase, he was wildly aware. “Well, don’t.”

Dirk looks a little hurt, and Todd would’ve felt pretty bad about it if he didn’t also look bewildered as if Todd’s being the unreasonable one. “But… you’re my boyfriend.”

“Well, that’s not blanket permission.”

“Yes, granted, but… I’ve certainly kissed you in more compromising places, wouldn’t you say?”Todd averts his eyes, face hot. He can’t even explain it- it was a pretty sweet gesture, for all intents and purposes. He likes that they don’t have to second-guess themselves anymore, but… “You didn’t even have to angle your head,” he grumbles, picking at his sleeve self-consciously as he ducks his chin.

He can’t read Dirk’s expression from his viewpoint, but he can hear the cogs clicking in his head in the silence. “Ah.”

Cheeks burning, Todd mumbles something vaguely dismissive and turns to go hide his face in some paperwork- god knows that’s the only way shit gets done around here. But Dirk’s hand catches his sleeve, smoothing down the rumples of his own nervous fiddling as he tugs him back around to face him, tilting his chin back up with his other hand.

Dirk cocks his head, eyes flickering in that curious way of his across Todd’s face.

And then, before Todd can make any sort of retreat he bobs forward to plant another kiss on his forehead.

Todd rears back, spluttering. “Hey-!”

Dirk beams, utterly unapologetic. “Couldn’t resist. Never can.”

He catches Todd’s hands, twining their fingers loosely by his hips. “I’ll stop if you really want me to. But I wasn’t trying to be condescending, promise. I just like that I can just-” he rocks forward again, bestowing another playful kiss without so much as a stoop or stretch of his neck- “and kiss you. I don’t even have to think about it.” He does bend his neck then, just to bring them forehead to forehead, eyes fluttering closed with a little sigh of contentment. “It’s like you were made for me.”

And even with indignant rage and deep-seated insecurity still coiling in Todd’s gut, even with his skin still tingling with the impressions of surprise kisses, when Dirk meets his eyes with warm, shining honesty it knocks the wind right out of his sails.

Motherfucker.

I HAVE WITNESSED ONE OF ELIJAH’S JACKETS IN PERSON AND CAN CONFIRM HE IS A S M O L thank you for coming to my TED talk

[avatarrikki]

Tried to see if I could draw Karmi’s version of Hiro’s superhero form in that episode Issue 188 (they have no superhero names, Fred needs to get on that). Ignore that grey outline. Stupid me drew it on the background layer. Don’t be stupid like me.

Then I thought, why not draw Hiro himself in the Karmi style. Hard to do because Karmi is way better at drawing then I am, and stupid me drew a side view and sexy anime eyes are harder to draw in the side view. Don’t be stupid like me.

Also, Karmi’s Superhiro looks older, whereas my Hiro looks younger and rounder.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But the flowers came out better than I was expecting so that’s good I guess.

[uravee]

hey, @superhiro, here’s your gift from me via the tddkechange! hopefully you enjoy the fantasy!au fluff as a way to kickoff the new year! :D

[powerovernothing]

15. Fixing shirt collar - Lucien and Korbin in a Modern AU setting! ;)

Send Me A Platonic Touch, And I’ll Write You Something Based Around My Oblivion Verse~

Korbin stands in front of the large oval mirror with a considerable frown upon his face. He knows well enough that Lachance had planned for this evening for over a week, and had went out of his way to work out every possible detail – even down to taking precautions for the weather, as well as finding locales that were far away from any known places where they once took contract work –  and that he was incredibly, even to the point of being uncharacteristically, excited to show his youngest brother the pure definition of a true night on the town.

And although Korbin – who was far more content with simply choosing to spend the evening in their shared penthouse, eating their fill of bad food and staying up late with bad comedies and loud laughter, until they gave into their exhaustion – was never truly the type of man who found joy and pleasure within high class theater, or restaurants, or any other such ‘richy’ things as Lucien did… he did know that these things made his brother happy.

Thus, when said brother appeared to him, along with a handwritten list of various events, shows, and other such activities that he had not even heard of, and was not even aware actually existed – after all what in Sithis was Shadow Theatre, and why did Lucien seem so intensely interested in it? – he could hardly turn him down.

…But why, why on the good green Earth that they called their own, did among all the rest of those very strange words, and even stranger suggestions, did one of them have to be that he had to be dressed in his best possible suit?!

Korbin truly hated suits, hated all form of dress wear completely, and could rarely recall the last time that such terrible clothing actually agreed to work with him properly.

And as he continues to stand there, grumbling as he looks at himself in the mirror, and once again begins, for at least the tenth time within that same hour, to try and adjust his tie so that it would no longer strangle him…he realizes that he is simply cursed, forever bound to a life of hoodies and sleep pants.

Not that he minded, all that much, however. Lucien, on the other hand…

And that is when he hears the distinctive sound of low laughter from over his shoulder, and he suddenly realizes that he is not as alone in his room as he first thought, or had hoped.

Without turning around, not wishing to give his eldest brother the satisfaction of seeing the pink tint spreading over his cheeks, he simply sighs and continues to fight a losing battle with his dreaded tie shaped enemy.

“…How long have you been standing there, Lachance?”

“Long enough, I believe,” Lucien replies smoothly; slowly pulling himself away from where he leaned against the door frame, and moving his way into the room and over to his brother’s side with a gentle slap against his back. “I came to see if you were almost ready, but it seems as though you are having some slight difficulties?”

“I would have been ready ages ago, brother, truly!” He cries; his hands still struggling desperately with his tie, and his fingers now having become tangled along with it. When he notices such madness in the mirror, his voice grows louder, as does his frustration.

“But it seems as though, this damned piece of horrible, awful silk, decided to be utterly aggravating, and so help me –”

As he finally pries his hands away from the tie, he reaches up and roughly rips it from his neck, and throws it across the room with a scream.

“So, help me, Lachance, I am *this* close to grabbing my pistols, and simply riddling that bastard tie with all the holes that it rightly deserves!”

Watching his brother’s sudden angry fit with the utmost composure, Lucien walks over to the bed and carefully picks up the tie, before silently commanding Korbin to turn to face him with a wave of his hand.

“Easy now, Korbin; just breathe,” He whispers to him; his tone of voice low and gentle, as he carefully wraps the tie around Korbin’s neck, and proceeds to weave it into a proper knot. “Calm yourself, there is no need to seek out the ending of an inanimate object’s life in such a way. After all, as you can clearly see –”

Lucien grasps Korbin’s forearms, and spins him slowly so that he may see the result of his work.

“–It is truly not the enemy that you have made it out to be.”

He moves from his younger brother’s side, and begins to make his way towards the door, when he realizes that Korbin still stands in front of the mirror silently. Suddenly concerned that there may be some further issue, or perhaps another part of his suit that he longs to fill with bullets, Lucien halts his step and speaks up.

“Are you coming, brother?”

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Korbin lets out a careful breath before turning around; an uncomfortable smile over his features as he rubs a hand over the back of his neck nervously.

“…Do you truly think, that I look, all right?” He asks him, the previous pink tint now turning a deep crimson over his cheeks. “After all, not all of us are accustomed to such things, such…clothing, as you are, nor are able to wear them as effortlessly as –”

Lucien closes the distance between them both in two long strides, and then reaches up to smooth the creases of his brother’s suit jacket, as well as straighten his collar. With a faint smile on his face, and having effectively cut off Korbin’s train of thought with his sudden action, his free hand moves further up until it slaps gently against Korbin’s cheek.

“You look just fine; I assure you.”

Without allowing Korbin to get another word in edgewise, or possibly come up with another excuse while he must linger in front of the mirror for another extended moment, he wraps an arm around his shoulder and leads him out of the room.

“Ah, now where to first, I wonder?” Lucien murmurs under his breath quietly, more to himself than to the sibling at his side, and more of a way to suddenly change subject than anything else. When Korbin turns his head in response to his words, Lucien’s eyes suddenly light up with renewed glee. “I believe that it would be best to start our evening with a nice dinner, don’t you agree?”

“At that restaurant overlooking the skyline?”

“The very same! And perhaps I can pull a few strings, and request that desert dish that you are so very fond of.”

Soon, Korbin’s own excitement outmatches his brother’s, and he suddenly realizes that he is now looking forward to the rest of the evening far more than he first thought he would.

“The chocolate covered ones? Oh, Lachance, you spoil me!”

Lucien smiles genuinely, and pulls Korbin closer.

“That’s the idea.”

[talkativelock]

superhiro replied to your photoset “So my fiance and I have been slowly watching the dub of bnha and we...”

I've actually only seen the dub as of yet and I clicked into sub after I heard Todoroki's concerned "MIDORIYA" to see if the sub had this much emotion in it and it totally did. Maybe the sub voice is even better but I still think there is plenty of love and concerned with the English VA

@superhiro

I am so happy to hear that! 

We just finished season 1 last night and I was starting to get a little concerned. The English Todoroki in season 1 is Anger and Disdain™ while the Japanese Todoroki in season 1 is more Bitterness™ and it was making me sad because whenever I rewatch the sub with people I can hear how sad Todoroki is in season 1 and I feel like Deku. “He was just so sad I had to do something!”

But if he’s full of love and concern in season 2 then I’m all in! Awkward loving Shouto who communicates by saying “Midoriya” in different ways is a huge part of my BNHA aesthetic. 

I’m excited to watch season 2 now, so thank you!