Papercraft Tome For Day 2 Of GirlWeek!!

every time a proshitter smugly proclaims "You'd never survive 2015 tumblr" or something similar to a person who expresses very valid disgust towards a pedophilic/incestual or other gross ship I get reminded of those "anti-woke" old men complaining about modern media and how people today are "just so sensitive!" while bragging about how dark and "complex" the media they grew up with was when in reality it was just filled to the brim with any and all bigotry, including the vile shit proshitters like to romanticize.

Both groups also like to claim that arguments against their problematic comfort media are somehow an attack against the poor, innocent proshipper masses by the "sensitive snowflakes" who, in their eyes, are somehow weak sensitive worms while simultaneously controlling every single facet of the entertainment/media industry and being cartoonishly evil

so uh. something to think about

@punkeropercyjackson @aishabellasbigblogofeverything

I firmly believe that things like enneagram, MBTI,astrology etc. are tools that are meant for self development, they are something that can induce greater empathy, more tolerance in you, give you a broader perspective. These tools are not meant for enforcing stereotypes like portraying certain types as immoral psychopaths, hard hearted robots and then certain types as angels or Messiah; People aren't really two dimensional like that. Just because you struggle with rational thinking or social skills as an effect of belonging to a certain type doesn't mean you have to stay that way till you die. Putting people in a box won't get us anywhere, it limits our potential, makes us close minded. Instead, these tools are are supposed to make you open minded by showing you that there is no only one true, right way of looking at or doing things, that each type plays an integral & equally important role in our society, its supposed to tell you your weakness & strengths so your can better yourself and become a more well rounded person

Kokushibo with someone(any gender is fine!) that isn't... totally socially adjusted and a tad oblivious(putting that mildly)? they don't pick up on a lot of social cues and tend to fumble their words a lot and speak fast sometimes. Can't even make eye contact without getting nervous. Rather quiet and would more so like quality time than just simply speaking. (like, both could read books together or play games that were around in the taisho era)

this is me describing what its like for me to be around people as a neurodivergent person. I understand this is not the same thing for every neurodivergent person out there, but this is just my experience.

Thank you for your ask! I really relate to this, and I have such a horrible stutter :( I feel a lot of people may be able to relate to this as well. I wrote head cannons if that's okay :)

Summary-Kokushibo x (typically) Neurodivergent reader. Gender not specified

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None

Kokushibo, found himself intrigued by this companion who seemed to dance to a different rhythm than most.

Their interactions were often punctuated by awkward pauses and stumbled words, yet Kokushibo found himself drawn to their genuine nature.

You both can spend hours together in complete silence, yet each moment feels full and meaningful.

He observed your discomfort with eye contact and noted how you seemed to prefer the comfort of shared activities over idle conversation.

This suited him well, for Kokushibo himself is not one for small talk.

He never rushes you or grows frustrated with your social awkwardness, instead offering gentle encouragement and support.

Together, you both would spend quiet hours engrossed in books or engaged in traditional games of strategy like Baduk. His favourite game.

Over time, you and Kokushibo develop your own silent language, communicating through subtle gestures and shared expressions.

You learn to anticipate each other's needs and desires without the need for words.

In these moments, words became unnecessary.

Kokushibo found solace in you, appreciating the simplicity of your companionship

For both of you, your time together serves as a sanctuary from the demands and expectations of the outside world. In each other's company, you find acceptance and belonging without judgment or prejudice from anyone else.

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ

☆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ:

Tiana notes how she always get's sleepy around Nanami.

☆ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,439

☆ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: fluff, lots of kisses, slight nsfw (mdni)

☆ᴍʏ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏʀ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ☆

Tiana’s eyelids fluttered open, the early Saturday sky greeting her through her blinds. She rubbed her eyes, squinting them as she tried to roll over, only to be met with a tug at her waist, pulling her back into Nanami’s chest as he grunted softly.

Tiana voices her surprise, her hands flying to Nanami’s arm that encapsulates her like a snare. 

“Ken!” Tiana giggled, the comforter rustling as she squirmed. “Ken, we have to get up.”

“Mm-mm.” Nanami declined, nuzzling his face into the back of Tiana’s neck, his breath fanning down her t-shirt, tickling her spine.

“Nanami, you…promised.” Tiana struggled to wiggle around until she was facing Nanami, both of their bodies pressed together so tightly that Tiana’s breast threatened to bubble out of shirt. But Tiana didn’t mind; his touch was so familiar that his body was an extension of her own. Even now, their heart’s thumped as one, mimicking each other’s tempo to the point where it was indistinguishable from the other.

“I retract it.” Nanami mumbles, bringing his face back into Tiana’s neck. “It’s too early.”

“Nanami!” Tiana whines, trying to uncover his face from her collar, but he wouldn’t budge. “You promised!” 

Tiana had on her best pleading face, her voice oozing with dramatic cries. But Nanami shook his head, burying his head farther as if trying to imprint his face into her skin. Tiana knew he was doing this on purpose, one look at this face and he fell victim to Tiana’s every command.

“I know you’re doing the look.” Nanami busted Tiana’s plans in one sentence, but she refused to give up.

She cups his face, placing a soft kiss onto his scalp. Then another, and another, his face loosening ever so slightly with each soft peck from Tiana’s thick lips. Noticing his posture growing less rigid, Tiana bends her knee, dragging it up Nanami’s side slowly until her leg is hooked behind his thick thigh, tangling their limbs. Feeling his neck loosen, she pulls his head upward towards her, placing a kiss on his forehead, his temple, and the apple of his pinkened cheek. The corner of his eye, his delicate lashes brushing against her lips, then the bridge of his nose. 

Nanami gave an airy chuckle, but Tiana could tell he was growing impatient, every time she dodged his mouth, she would feel his slightly parted lips graze a part of her flesh, waiting to be engulfed by hers. His large hand pressed into the small of her back, pushing their pelvises closer as Tiana decorated the features of Nanami’s face with her lips, like a soft, wet brush gently dragging across a blank canvas.

“Tiana…” 

She could feel him smile against her cheek as she gently rolled them over, straddling him with both knees at his side as his hands held her in place.

Tiana kissed the tip of his nose once, then leaned down once more, pausing right before she got to his lips. She looked at Nanami’s face, lips apart with anticipation, eyes fluttered shut and his cheeks bloomed with red.

She leaned down slowly, her lips ghosting over his. After a while, Nanami opens his eyes, Tiana’s big brown ones taking up his field of vision.

“Can we go now?’ She whispered against his mouth, a smile cracking across her face. Nanami winces in defeat, rolling his head against the pillow. Tiana's hands gripped his face as she laughed into him, her forehead nudging into his cheek.

“Dammit.” Nanami feigned irritation, his hands sliding up Tiana’s back.

“I’m sorry.” Tiana giggles, placing a succession of quick kisses onto his jaw, nudging him with her nose as a way to apologize.

“No you’re not.”

“I am, really.” Tiana meets his brown eyes with her own, tilting her head forward to show just how sorry she was, her eyes wide with her bottom lip jutting out in a facetious pout.

“That was a cheap trick.” Nanami murmured as he looked away.

“I’ll make it up to you later.” Tiana said, shuffling to roll off of Nanami, but his grip tightened to keep her in place.

“Make it up to me now.” He sounded like he was about to throw a tantrum, and Tiana’s ears perked up.

“Oh?” She said, raising a brow, her fingers tapping Nanami’s chin. His face held a cross expression, clearly annoyed by Tiana’s little ploy. “What did you have in mind?”

“Give me a kiss.”

That’s it? Tiana knew that despite their intimacy that the two didn’t divulge into sexual acts, but still. He made it sound like he would take her right there in the wee hours of the morning. Or maybe that was just Tiana’s deepest desires crawling to the forefront of her mind.

“Wow, don’t get too wild on me, Nanami Kento.” Tiana chastises, leaning down to plant a soft kiss of Nanami’s pink lips. It was gentle, slow and deliberate. Definitely on the sweeter side, the type of kiss to make you feel giddy like a kid on Christmas. Tiana felt Nanami sigh through his nose, his hands gripping her waist, thumbs pressing into her abdomen.

After a few more seconds, Tiana disconnects from him, a grin residing on her face as Nanami looks up at her with a completely starstruck expression, his pupils dilated so much that his eyes looked like black holes, ready to swallow Tiana whole.

“Again.”

With the roll of her eyes, Tiana humors him with a smile. The next one being a bit shorter than the last, yet burning with much more passion than before. It was slower, much more erotic, their noses brushing each other as they inhaled and exhaled rhythmically. Nanami fisted the back of her shirt, the clothing riding up her back slowly and tickling her spine. Tiana felt Nanami smile against her lips, and when she pulled away, he playfully nipped at her bottom lip, then kissed the corner of her mouth quickly before laying back down on his pillow.

Tiana’s purses her lips, her hands still graciously framing Nanami’s jaw. Her eyes scoured across his face, her thumb pressing into his bottom lip. She blinked slowly, looking at him with low lids as her chest heaved in an attempt to catch her breath.

“Again.”

His voice was a bit raspier this time, and a lot more demanding, causing warmth to pool into the lower part of Tiana’s stomach. So she obliged gladly, quickly pecking his lips a few times with a sly smile sandwiched between each of them before diving in and giving him a heated, sensual kiss. The sighs that were once soft exhales turned into quiet moans peppering the back of Tiana’s throat, and Nanami’s hands gripped Tiana’s ass with fever, causing her to laugh into his mouth as he kneaded into the plump muscle.

“Okay…” Tiana gives him a quick peck, one of her hands reaching under the covers to stop his roaming ones. “Okay-!” She giggles, pecking him a few more times, but Nanami doesn’t let up, smacking her thigh with a loud clap. “Ow! Nanami-! Okay!”

Exhaling through his nose, Nanami rolls over to let Tiana down back on her side of the bed, her leg still wrapped around him. But still, Nanami provides Tiana with a flurry of kisses all over her brown skin making sure to pay extra attention to the details that he admired the most. The small beauty mark under her left eye that was only noticeable when they were nose to nose? Smooch. The dimples in her cheeks that were much more prominent when she laughed at one of his dry jokes? Double smooch. Her cupid’s bow colored a dark brown in comparison to her pink bottom lip? Triple smooch. Each time, an enchanting laugh rumbles past Tiana’s teeth.

“Okay, okay!” Tiana feels absolutely tickled as she gently mushes his face away with the palm of her hands to stop his affectionate attack, unable to take anymore without feeling as though she would combust. It was getting extremely hot under that comforter, and she felt a bit of sweat forming on her back. If they stay here any longer, they’ll never get anything done today. “Are we even now? Can we get ready?”

Nanami smiles slyly, his hands finding solace in Tiana’s hair as he leans closer, eyes focusing on Tiana’s swollen lips momentarily before looking into those brown orbs that reflected back a sense of innocence that he wanted to devour. And again, that request danced on his reddened lips.

“Alright…but…” Nanami practically whispers, his head tilting slightly to fit into the shape of Tiana’s face.

“Just one more.”

ᴛɪᴀɴᴀ ᴛᴜᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Not Shinsou repeatedly calling Ojirou 'monkey' due to his mutation.

Hi @nutzgunray-lvt 👋,

I think that Shinsou is canonically quirkist - with an HUGE ego and a victim complex.

'Gee, Shinsou maybe others don't like you because you're quirkist, rude, arrogant and act trigger happy with Brainwash...hmm?'

I find it amusing to see the popular fanon trope of fanfic!Shinsou having everyone be quirkest to him when, other than Bakugou, he's shown to be one of the most canonically quirkest characters in the series.

Maybe if Hori wanted to sell us Shinsou as a character unjustly labelled as a villain for his quirk

he should have showed that in his backstory by him being bullied instead of praised.

Not showed Shinsou as quirkist to others calling Ojiro "monkey" as a key example. Surely if he's a 'villianous' quirk holder (as Hori / most fans want to claim) he should be against that sort of discrimination and not using it himself? So if this is the case - he's a hypocrite.

Not showed Shinsou eagerly brainwashing others without their consent.

Not had him actually acting villianous in Brainwashing Gigantomachia to fight against AFO against his consent.

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really appreciated ur mp100 meta post — i’ve never understood terumob as an actual ship and it’s always a little bizarre to me how frequently represented it is in fanworks - or, more specifically, mob crushing on teru/returning his feelings. i love teru and mob’s dynamic so much and think it’s such a genius way of indirectly showing how everyone is someone’s Most Important Person and someone else’s Just Some Guy. like, tsubomi really is just some girl! but thru mob vision, she’s ahything but. and mob is shown the entire show to be just some guy (ignoring the psychic powers) but teru looks at him like mob looks at tsubomi meaaaaning no one is inherently special so everyone means something special to different people !!!!! like terumob + tsubomi are such a great way of looking at the message of the show but ppl r too busy looking at it thru shipping goggles despite mob sadly showing no interest in teru as anything more than a friend. this is rambling and incoherent but u get my gist. tl;dr thank u agreed 1000% im glad i’m not alone in my reticence about terumob as an actual functioning ship

dude you worded this excellently and i agree entirely. it sucks too bc a lot of people are reading that post and being like "this is a great analysis!" and then tagging it as terumob?!?!?? like dude you did not read what this was about at ALL. but you're so absolutely right, it's all about how nobody is particularly special and the only things that separate us are our built up feelings and personal experiences--everyone is the main character because everyone has an entirely different view on the world

In light of the last ask I got, it's so interesting that now Izuku is getting hate. Because when he was a blank prop who worshipped Bakugou at every turn, that was fine. When he didn't show a hint of malice against Bakugou, that was defended as him just not holding a grudge. But now that he's exercising agency against his abuser as a conscious adult who's (presumably) had time to come to terms with his trauma, y'all are mad?

Bakugou stans and BakuDeku shippers never cared about Izuku. They only cared about how he could make Bakugou look better. Now that he isn't doing that anymore, he's being thrown out like garbage