specific tw: canon-typical violence, bullying, and injury (midoriya breaking his bones), brief mention of uraraka throwing up in line with canon, bakugo does call reader a bitch just in case anyone has some gender issues w that. see masterpost for genre + genre tw.
notes: bakugo is a bully here, but fear not i will be doing my best to do him justice in this series.
the UA lecture hall looms in front of you, and you’re not going inside of it. not because you’re avoiding the written exam, or because you want to stay out here with all of the other people – loud, chattering, grating on your ears. no. you’re out here because it’s sunny and warm, and, both fortunately and unfortunately, loud. this is the best place to charge your quirk for the physical exam.
you watch the other students arrive as you bask in the heat and light and noise, observing the ways they walk and talk and approach each other: ankle injury, probably acts rashly, touching her hair to calm herself down; nervous, shy, doesn’t like his smile. easy to figure out. you move on to observing the next group of students – might as well, there’s nothing else to do while you wait.
specific tw: canon-typical violence, bullying, and injury (midoriya breaking his bones), brief mention of uraraka throwing up in line with canon, bakugo does call reader a bitch just in case anyone has some gender issues w that. see masterpost for genre + genre tw.
notes: bakugo is a bully here, but fear not i will be doing my best to do him justice in this series.
the UA lecture hall looms in front of you, and you’re not going inside of it. not because you’re avoiding the written exam, or because you want to stay out here with all of the other people – loud, chattering, grating on your ears. no. you’re out here because it’s sunny and warm, and, both fortunately and unfortunately, loud. this is the best place to charge your quirk for the physical exam.
you watch the other students arrive as you bask in the heat and light and noise, observing the ways they walk and talk and approach each other: ankle injury, probably acts rashly, touching her hair to calm herself down; nervous, shy, doesn’t like his smile. easy to figure out. you move on to observing the next group of students – might as well, there’s nothing else to do while you wait.
specific tw: canon-typical violence, bullying, and injury (midoriya breaking his bones), brief mention of uraraka throwing up in line with canon, bakugo does call reader a bitch just in case anyone has some gender issues w that. see masterpost for genre + genre tw.
notes: bakugo is a bully here, but fear not i will be doing my best to do him justice in this series.
the UA lecture hall looms in front of you, and you’re not going inside of it. not because you’re avoiding the written exam, or because you want to stay out here with all of the other people – loud, chattering, grating on your ears. no. you’re out here because it’s sunny and warm, and, both fortunately and unfortunately, loud. this is the best place to charge your quirk for the physical exam.
you watch the other students arrive as you bask in the heat and light and noise, observing the ways they walk and talk and approach each other: ankle injury, probably acts rashly, touching her hair to calm herself down; nervous, shy, doesn’t like his smile. easy to figure out. you move on to observing the next group of students – might as well, there’s nothing else to do while you wait.
a blonde man with spiky hair walks through the gate, scowling, hands shoved in his pockets. you watch as he zeroes in on another man – solidly built, with green hair and a curled-in sort of posture – standing by himself near the steps, about ten feet away. you want to say they’re friends, but that doesn’t seem right, with the way the first guy is practically stomping toward the other one. maybe not friends, but they definitely know each other.
the blonde grabs the other boy by a backpack strap and yanks him forward, “what are you doing here, nerd? trying to one-up me, hah?”
yeah, they definitely know each other, and they definitely aren’t friends.
the guy with green hair is shaking and trying to push the other man’s hand off of his bag. “i’m just here to take the exam, i have the right to apply, kacchan–”
“and do what? cheat to get in? you’re not good enough to get in, so what’s the point in trying, deku?”
fuck it.
you’re over there in a flash; the sunlight and conserving your quirk for the past few days has made it easy to use bursts of kinetic energy like that.
the blonde man – angry guy, you decide – sees you approach and whirls around, still gripping the other guy by the strap of his backpack. “fuck off, extra. this is between me and deku.”
you blink at him. “no.”
the nervous guy – deku – starts scrambling to get out of the angry guy’s grip, and the blonde’s hand starts popping with what look like small explosions. he looks like he’s about to start some kind of tirade, so you cut him off.
“look, i don’t know who either of you are, or what you,” you jab a finger at angry guy, “think you’re doing, but you shouldn’t be getting in people’s heads before the exam. it’s underhanded and nasty to undermine someone’s performance like that.”
deku, green hair, whatever his name is, is whipping his head back and forth between the two of you, looking like a deer in the headlights of two oncoming cars, not knowing which direction to run. “uhhh–”
angry guy snarls. “i am bakugo katsuki, and this is deku, and you’re a nosey bitch that i’m going to turn into a stain on the ground.”
you grab him by the shirt and suck the heat and noise and light right out of his palms. “no,” you hiss, “i’m the nosey bitch that you don’t want to mess with. leave, or i report you and you don’t get to take the exam.” you pry his hand off of deku’s backpack and shove angry guy away. “get.”
he stumbles back, switching between glaring at you and his smoking palms, which he shoves back into his pockets. he’s hiding his hands; unnerved, then. “fine. i’ll see you after, deku, when they’re not around to get in the way,” he throws another scowl over his shoulder and stalks off, into the exam hall.
you turn back to deku, who is staring after the other boy, stunned. “are you okay?” it comes out so stiff that you can hear your parents telling you to talk nicer.
he shakes his head and looks back at you. he still looks dazed, eyes flitting around your face, swallowing nervously. “yeah, yeah, i’m fine. mhm. just fine. totally.”
“do you want me to report him? i know the proctor, and he’ll kick that guy out for bullying.”
he shakes his head even harder, taking a step back and waving his hands in a frenzy of activity, flushed, “no! no, you don’t need to report him, i promise he doesn’t mean anything by it, kacchan has been my friend my whole life, he just shows it a little differently, you really don’t need to report him – he needs to take this exam, he’s perfect for the hero course, really. yeah. i promise, you don’t need to report him.”
you look him over, eyes narrowed, skeptical. “mhm.” he looks like he’s going to combust. you switch directions before you have to deal with even more awkwardness, “i’m [surname] [first name].”
he visibly relaxes. clearly he’s glad to have moved on from potentially reporting his ‘childhood friend.’ “midoriya izuku, and it’s great to meet you!”
midoriya’s smile is so bright that you wonder if you could use it to fuel your quirk. the thought makes you smile, just a little. “yeah, good to meet you too.”
you stand there and watch him fidget. the conversation might be dry and awkward as hell, but nothing gets people to talk like silence, and he keeps looking like he’s going to reach for something in his bag.
“can i…” he chews his lip, then brightens, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “can i ask some questions? about what you did to kacchan’s quirk?”
your smile almost drops, but you keep it up. he can use this information against you, if the exam is structured that way. he doesn’t look like the type, but… it’s not smart to share that type of thing. you don’t owe him anything – you just saved his ass, and his friend’s ass by way of not reporting him; if anyone owes anyone, he owes you. and you’d really prefer not to discuss this, anyways.
midoriya is almost vibrating with excitement. he gets a notebook and pen out so fast that he almost drops them. the look on his face is so hopeful, bright; it makes it hard to say no.
“fine.”
“so, you extinguished his explosions, right?”
you nod.
“did you deactivate his quirk? can you put fires out? is it an oxygen manipulation quirk? or a chemical reaction manipulation quirk? maybe you’re planning to work with water hose as a rescue hero?”
the variety of guesses, the possibilities, they make your head buzz, so much to think about. you file those away for later, when you can look them over in detail. “no deactivation, yes i can put fires out, no oxygen manipulation, and it doesn’t work too well for being a rescue hero.”
midoriya scribbles frantically, smile splitting his face, glancing up at you and nodding in between notes. after a while he stops and cocks his head. probably waiting for you to explain. you could toy with him and make him guess, which is what you usually did to people at school. but he just wants to know for the sake of knowing. that much is obvious, just from the pure excitement he’s exhibiting over basic questions. it’s stupid to do this, you remind yourself, if the exam pits us against each other, he’ll be fully capable of taking me down – or at least of planning to take me down. it’s stupid – but he looks so happy, and you may not be in the same exam section, so you do it anyway. you give, just the tiniest bit.
“it’s energy manipulation.” i won’t answer any more questions after this.
“i have so many questions– can you–”
present mic yells from inside the hall – the presentation on the written exam is about to start. the other students start to make their way inside.
his face falls – god, he wears everything on his sleeve, doesn’t he – and it makes your chest tighten. weird.
“i can explain after the exam, if you want.” it makes the weird chest feeling go away, at least.
just like that, he’s beaming, pen flipping in his hands, writing something down before tearing the paper out of his notebook and handing it to you. “i’m not sure, uh, if there’ll be an opportunity to talk after the exam? so here’s my number?”
you take the paper. he freezes and abruptly goes bright red, obviously realizing something.
“oh my god i did not– i totally did not mean it like that i just wanted to talk to you about– i’m so sorry that was so rude i promise– i wasn’t– i uh–” he covers his face with his hands. “i cannot believe i just. oh my god.”
you just put the paper in the outside pocket of your bag. “i didn’t think you meant it that way, so it’s fine.”
“thank god,” he mumbles, still hiding behind his hands.
that’s not something you’re gonna try and read into. you point toward the hall. “midoriya, we should probably go inside. the exam information session is gonna start and i’d rather not miss it.” it sounds awkward, stiff, but it’s the best you can manage.
“right, right! crap!”
—
this is almost too easy, you think, downing robots with localized electromagnetic pulses. it’s quick work, and it doesn’t take too much energy. you didn’t even need your capture weapon for this – it just makes it easier to maneuver, but you would’ve been fine without it.
still, you are starting to run out of energy. you’d refused yamada’s offer to charge you by screaming positive statements at you – you were going to pass this exam without help, thank you very much – and as much as electricity was a great charging source, it really concerned your parents and your mentors when you used electrical outets. fire was, similarly, out of the question. the point is, sunlight only does so much, and your palms stung from all of those electromagnetic pulses, and you’d absolutely wiped the floor with the rest of the contestants – you stopped the twenty initial robots dead in their tracks with a giant pulse right off the bat. so yeah, your battery capacity is running a little low.
of course that’s when a giant, towering, zero point robot shows up. there’s a woman trapped under rubble left behind by one of the more destructive candidates, she’s struggling to push it off. energy thrums under your skin and you’re off like a shot, speeding toward her in a blur of kinetic energy and the robot is approaching and you’re almost there and–
and the energy runs out and you fall hard, still going some unholy speed, tumbling across the pavement with the force of your momentum like you’ve been thrown from a speeding car. you land in a heap next to the young woman. you sit up – completely fine, and slightly recharged from the impact – and start trying to dig her out from under the slabs of metal and concrete. you have to pump kinetic energy into your limbs and back to lift the rubble. your bones are starting to feel a little brittle.
“if i can touch it with my hands, i can float it away,” she says, jerking her chin towards the rubble on top of her. she seems remarkably calm, even if her jaw is clearly tense – from pain or fear or both, you’re not sure.
either way, you nod and focus on the chunk of concrete pinning one of her arms. the ground is shaking as the robot gets closer. you need to hurry.
a flash of green flies by. you keep pushing the rubble until she has a full range of motion, and she floats the rubble off of her.
there’s a terrible crunching noise – you look up. midoriya is falling from the sky. the robot is incapacitated. and you are out of energy again. you have maybe five seconds. your capture weapon can’t reach that high, and it has more than enough tensile strength to hold him, but you’d risk his momentum slamming him into the ground at such a short distance.
you turn to the woman next to you – thankfully she’s visibly unharmed, other than a few cuts and bruises. “hey, can you float people too?”
she nods, exhausted and draped over a floating piece of rubble, one that had been under her when she was trapped. you shove her and the rubble through the air, approximating where midoriya will land – she reaches out to grab him just before he hits the ground.
everything falls out of the air. you’re grateful your feet were out of the way of the cement chunk. she throws up over the side of it. you’re even more glad that you were out of the way.
midoriya is lying on the ground, limbs twisted at awful angles, miraculously alive and not passed out or dead. you sit next to him on the pavement, careful not to touch him, because frankly his arm looks like the bones have been liquified.
“i’ve got some questions about your quirk, dude, never mind mine,” you say, wondering why the absolutefuck someone with a bone breaking quirk would want to ask about yours, which was comparatively pretty straightforward.
“yeah, me too.” it’s strained, but either he can’t feel anything or he’s got an insanely high pain tolerance, because he should be passed the fuck out from using a quirk that intensely. for his sake, you hope his brain has decided to cut off all those pain signals.
“you can still talk? while your arm and legs look like they’ve gone through a meat grinder?”
he winces. “is it that bad?”
“worse.”
“hopefully recovery girl gets here soon.”
you wonder if you should even ask, but he seems like he’s willing to respond to most things. anything. “so you’re telling me… you didn’t know your quirk was going to do that to you?”
“yeah.” he goes along with the topic u-turn, like you’d predicted.
“you propelled yourself hundreds of feet in the air and punched a giant metal robot in the face, not knowing what your quirk would do?”
“otherwise both of you would’ve been crushed. i couldn’t just let that happen!”
“thanks, i guess? although, since you’re so interested in it,” you huff a laugh, “you ought to know that my quirk would’ve protected both of us. you kind of broke your bones for nothing.”
he’s quiet. you get the feeling he’d be putting his hands over his face again right about now, if his arm wasn’t pulverized.
“but i appreciate it. not letting people you’ve just met get crushed by a giant robot. and now we’re even, too.”
you watch a watery smile flicker across his face, but it’s not a grimace. he can’t feel his arm and legs, then, at least. the thought soothes you.
recovery girl arrives, and you stand up. she can take care of midoriya and gravity girl. “see you at UA.”
you hear him say something like, “but i didn’t score any points!” as you walk away. rescue heroes exist for a reason, midoriya. and there is no separate exam for them.
you can only hope you’re right.
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So, there has been a reckoning in wangxian/mdzs fandom since yesterday, when twitter fandom found out that popular author (AO3 user Shinocchi) was suspended from AO3. And it turns out it was because she was behind what seemed to be a cyberbullying campaign against other authors on AO3. Which she did on her own (well, and some of her followers. But mostly by herself). She created sockpuppet accounts (fake accounts), which she used to stalk and leave hateful comments, harass authors when their fics were becoming increasingly popular (more comments, kudos and bookmarks). She did this to drive these authors off of fandom. She is a STALKER, and she did severe emotional damage to others. Why? Because their fics were becoming too popular? Because she didn’t agree with wangxian characterization? Proof shows that the one thing all of these authors had in common was that their fics were becoming popular. As soon as this happened, they were attacked by multiple accounts
Geragrena, rikke, cafecliche and yiqie are only a few that have been mentioned that were her victims.
This came about thanks to AO3 user sweetlolixo, another popular mdzs author who was also targeted and harassed by Shino. She compiled pages of proof that all of the people leaving hateful comments on her fics were coming from ONE person. Don’t believe me? She created a thread here where she published a google document with everything that happened and all the proof, plus the response from AO3 that resulted in them banning Shinocchi.
And what was Shino’s response? She blamed “her sister,” then privated her twitter account. Today, she became public again and said she would take responsibility for all the people she hurt and apologize. However, people confronted her about her crappy apology and she ended up deactivating her account.
TLDR: AO3 author Shinocchi was removed from AO3 after another popular mdzs author, sweetlolixo, compiled evidence proving that Shino was a cyberbully who created fake accounts to harass and leave hateful comments on other fics, while pretending to be multiple people. So if you’re looking for her fics and find them deleted? This is why.
UPDATE: Found screencaps of Shinocchi’s apology from this morning, where she said she would take responsibility (well, she still blamed her “sister”) and apologize to everyone involved.
A little less than an hour later (I think?), she deactivated her account and flounced to her website (which is private), where she made a post saying that she’s leaving fandom and that she won’t apologize because nobody wants to hear it.
She made a post on her (private) website, where she basically doesn’t take any responsibility, and instead implies that most of the people dogpiling on her are “those who held grudges” against her, and that she won’t “admit to faults that aren’t hers.” So no apology from Shino to all those affected. Pretty different from what she posted this morning on twitter, isn’t it?
Chi: Thank God!!! My luck isn’t that terrible. But it seems like Hoang Nhat Minh has never known how to be not rich though, I envy is life
Chi: I still remember the first day we met, mom kept nagging me to befriend hm cause our friendship would have benefited me after graduation
Chi’s mom (Huyen): This outfit looks great on you
Chi: Let’s skip the formality, I know your name, I know we study in the same school, I know your class. Most importantly, I think your best friend likes me
Chi [thinking]: I approached him with ulterior motive. I did run a background check on him, so I could tell him exactly what he wanted to hear
Minh: is he that obvious?
Chi: It’s easy to tell, he isn’t exactly discreet about it. Bao told me his ideal type is Tran Vu Lan Chi though
Chi [thinking]: I ended up using his best friend’s crush to bond with Nhat Minh. I wasn’t interested in Gia Bao at first but I still gave him signals, but thanks to this method I successfully became close friend with the rich guy. Eventually, I genuinely cared about them and I was devastated when they died, our relationships weren’t 100% fake
Chi [thinking]: Is this the afterlife? I guess my soul was transferred into my new body
Chi [thinking]: But mom wasn’t wrong. I do need our friendship after graduation after all
Hoang Nhat Minh (past life) - Park Eun Woo [thinking]: Why do I feel like something important must have happened
Chi: Thank God!!! My luck isn’t that terrible. But it seems like Hoang Nhat Minh has never known how to be not rich though, I envy is life
Chi: I still remember the first day we met, mom kept nagging me to befriend hm cause our friendship would have benefited me after graduation
Chi’s mom (Huyen): This outfit looks great on you
Chi: Let’s skip the formality, I know your name, I know we study in the same school, I know your class. Most importantly, I think your best friend likes me
Chi [thinking]: I approached him with ulterior motive. I did run a background check on him, so I could tell him exactly what he wanted to hear
Minh: is he that obvious?
Chi: It’s easy to tell, he isn’t exactly discreet about it. Bao told me his ideal type is Tran Vu Lan Chi though
Chi [thinking]: I ended up using his best friend’s crush to bond with Nhat Minh. I wasn’t interested in Gia Bao at first but I still gave him signals, but thanks to this method I successfully became close friend with the rich guy. Eventually, I genuinely cared about them and I was devastated when they died, our relationships weren’t 100% fake
Chi [thinking]: Is this the afterlife? I guess my soul was transferred into my new body
Chi [thinking]: But mom wasn’t wrong. I do need our friendship after graduation after all
Hoang Nhat Minh (past life) - Park Eun Woo [thinking]: Why do I feel like something important must have happened
hello. it’s been a while but some things need to be addressed, i think.
about a month ago, i made a post saying: “hot girl summer? no, dummy it’s anguished woman autumn so are you coming to wander the moors with a lantern and a nightgown in the pouring rain or not because we leave at 8.”
for whatever reason, maybe timing or just it being october, the post completely blew up, which i have to admit, was very fun. it’s sitting now at 41k. but apparently, and very recently, that was suddenly not the case.
i began to receive a multitude of reblogs and comments accusing me of stealing from the black community, racism, and quite honestly the most outrageous of all, accusing me of faking my race. that i was actually a white woman pretending.
i don’t think i need to tell you how frustrating and anxiety enduring this was and still is. but apparently it needs to be said: i’m a black woman. i have a multitude of people on here who can attest to it. along with this, just because i am black, doesn’t mean that i’m into or know about everything within black communities, and the media that becomes part of the culture. i’m not on twitter or tik tok or whatever.
to play it fair, and to actually see what the problem was, i simply googled “hot girl summer” and to directly quote meghan’s interview with the root she did earlier this year:
“It’s just basically about women — and men — just being unapologetically them, just having a good-ass time, hyping up your friends, doing you, not giving a damn about what nobody got to say about it. You definitely have to be a person that can be the life of the party, and, y’know, just a bad bitch.”
so basically entirely what i thought. just having fun.
but apparently by making such a post about autumn in autumn, i slandered the holy name of meghan thee stallion. i’m not a fan of hers. i don’t listen to her music. but i’m fairly certain most people will agree with me that, fan or not, she isn’t christ.
to add insult to injury, the dozens and dozens of blackpeople i’ve had to block in the past days accusing me of being white because “there’s nothing on your blog that says you’re black” is staggering and extremely painful. maybe y’all enjoy putting every facet of your lives into the internet, but i don’t. and just because i don’t doesn’t mean i’m faking my race. even a blog who attested that i am a black woman answered an ask replying that “people jumped the gun, yeah, but there’s nothing on her blog saying that she is black and it’s white behavior” (in reference to my post). i immediately blocked this person who believes in such disgusting ideology. there’s no behavior that is attributed to a specific race, period.
case in point: this person acknowledging and then…refusing to accept?
and then things took another turn, because it always does:
i don’t think i have to explain how deplorable this kind of behavior is, but as someone who has dealt with this in real life, it’s terrible and (*gasp*) triggering as hell. sincerely, i don’t feel safe anymore during the day anymore. i’m going to bed at 5pm because i don’t want to be awake. i wake up panicked. my hands start shaking at random times. i can’t talk to my family about this. it’s not as simple as “log off” when it’s hundreds of people spreading misinformation and accusations. again, i’ve dealt with this in real life it’s come back with a frustrating intensity.
for any of those who follow these folks, i suggest you keep your distance, considering they find suicide and suicide baiting to be justified, the funniest thing in the world, as well their #FAVE, i suggest blocking, and quite honestly, if needed, reporting.
if you want to reblog, it’s completely fine. if anything, i encourage you to because i’m probably not the only person who has dealt with this.
that’s all.
Holy shit, OP. I’m sorry that people are being terrible.
Nobody owes random people on the internet their personal information - including their race, sexuality, gender, or anything else. And it’s frankly bizarre to say that someone should have to disclose that they’re a member of a marginalized group in order to not be brutally harassed. (And a lot of work has gone into trying to convey that white ISN’T the default, so what the fuck.)
It’s clear that some people just want an excuse to be awful and hurt other people, while getting to pat themselves on the back for it.
Everyone needs to read this post.
Then read it again.
Then everyone needs to spend a good long time thinking about how malicious and honestly outright evil you have to be to “decide” a black woman is “white” and harass her to kill herself for…making a light-hearted joke…about autumn………..
also: adding “white” in front of “women” does not actually make your misogyny okay
A little mini comic I did while under Jayd’s mentorship. It’s been really instrumental to my development and growth as an artist to be able to do what I want and reconnect with making art in a way that is satisfying to me and not just the audience. I hope you guys enjoy my work, even without the fanart, but it’s okay if you don’t too.
This lil guy has been making an appearance lately. Hoping to do something with him soon. I like to call him the Embodiment of my Teenage Angst. This is just a snippet/tester of what I have planned down the line.
Definitely recommend checking Jayd’s mentoring services out if you’re stuck in a bind. It’s a great investment in your art and creativity!
