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Sometimes luck never seemed to be on Izuku Midoriya’s side.
When Midoriya was a young teen, he was the victim of a hit-and-run. He had been walking on the sidewalk, minding his business, ready to return home after a long day at school when he was struck by a car. The car kept driving, but fortunately, a nearby security camera caught the entire thing on tape.
When he was admitted into the hospital he was rushed to the OR for immediate surgery. His spleen had torn so badly that it had to be removed.
While in recovery from his surgery, hospital staff quickly realized Izuku’s legs were paralyzed and assessed the damage. The prognosis was dire. Midoriya was likely never to walk again.
What made the entire situation even worse was that when Midoriya returned to school, the people he thought were his friends had outcasted him. People he had never even met before started teasing him and calling him all types of derogatory names. All because he had been the victim of a crime and was now disabled.
Katsuki Bakugo, one of Midoriya’s childhood friends, decided to throw away over a decade of friendship. The friendly “Midoriya” he always confidently called out was replaced with a disgusted “Deku”.
Doing his best to ignore the betrayal of everyone at his school, Midoriya decided he would take control of his life. Soon all his free time was spent at the rehab facility as he fought against his body to walk again. While the chances were slim, he wanted to fight against the odds.
By the time Midoriya’s middle school graduation ceremony came around, he had made incredible progress. While he still needed to utilize arm canes because his legs would still occasionally buckle, he was able to walk down the aisle to obtain his awards.
No one in the school knew Midoriya had been training to gain motor function in his legs again. So, when Midoriya magically rose from his wheelchair, grabbed his arm canes, and made his way up to the principal to receive an award, the entire school went crazy. Many were amazed and couldn’t deny they were impressed.
Bakugo on the other hand was pissed. Midoriya made a fool out of him, and he’d never forgive him for that. Unfortunately for Bakugo, Midoriya didn’t apply for the same school as him.
Whatever childish grudge Katsuki had; he couldn’t make Midoriya any more miserable than he already was. For the first time since they were babies, Midoriya wasn’t a part of Bakugo’s life.
Against all odds, fate brought Bakugo and Midoriya back together. Despite being separated by an hour-long drive, attending separate universities, and having a close to zero chance of running into each other, there was one thing that could overcome all the barriers. That was school sports.
Somehow, they both took an interest in competitive weightlifting. One moment, Bakugo is basking in the glory of his great performance, and then he’s met with the sight of Midoriya lifting the same weight with ease. Despite the wave of emotions that crashed on Bakugo, he and Midoriya seemed to agree to keep their distance.
All it took was one competition for Katsuki’s teammates to be fond of Midoriya and his teammates. Technically speaking, each student was responsible for themselves, so the pressure of competition was evenly distributed. The lack of school vs. school made it a much more welcoming environment.
It was hard not to like Midoriya once a person caught wind of his story of overcoming being paralyzed.
Midoriya was more than happy to become friends with everyone competing. They all shared a similar interest, so he didn't see the harm in becoming close with an opponent from another school. It was nice to no longer be held down by the past.
Now people could look at him as an idol rather than a waste of space. He overcame the challenges life threw at him and now he was standing on the same level as Todoroki Shoto, the son of pro-wrestler Endeavor and the boy who had the attention of everyone in the room.
The funniest thing was that Todoroki only had his eyes on Midoriya. That was the case for most of Midoriya's fellow team members. Uraraka, Iida, Momo, Aoyama, Tsuyu, Ojiro, and Shoji were all obsessed with Midoriya and everything he did.
It took three competitions for it to become impossible to keep the distance.
"Kacchan."
"Deku."
With a greeting only containing their childish nicknames, whatever awkward tension had been building between them disappeared. They both decided to leave the past in the past and share a rivalry that wasn't anything serious. It was a freeing experience for both Bakugo and Midoriya.
The end of their first year was approaching and the competitions were getting increasingly serious. The biggest competition was hosted by UA, a giant corporation that produces weight-lifting gear and trains some of the best weightlifters to date.
The weightlifting competition was to determine qualifiers for the semi-finals. Unlike any other competition, this was going to be on live television instead of an online live stream. When the event came around, the building was filled with an exhilarating energy.
Usually, at competitions all the competitors were chatting amongst one another. This time teams were stuck close together so not a lot of mindless chatter was happening. Nonetheless, Bakugo’s team and Midoriya’s team stationed themselves side by side.
Safe to say, Izuku Midoriya was a beast. Looking at him around campus, anyone would believe he was just another lanky nerd. When summer came around and people got a look at his incredibly muscular legs, people grew interested in just how strong their peer was.
While Bakugo and Kirishima recognized that Midoriya was strong judging by his muscles, they didn't believe that he would be stronger than them.
Kirishima didn't want to seem judgmental, but Midoriya's muscles appeared significantly smaller than his and Bakugo’s. He also noticed Midoriya was wearing compression socks and sports tape around his knees signaling injuries.
Kirishima and everyone else sharing the same thoughts as him were proven wrong. Midoriya was still going strong after countless rounds passed with the weight steadily increasing. If anything, no one could tell if he was struggling or not. The weight appeared to move with his body, showing no resistance against gravity.
The next round arrived, and the weight was at a staggering 250 lbs./115 kgs. Nearly everyone had tapped out except for Midoriya, Bakugo, and a couple of upperclassmen. Kirishima had maxed out at 225lbs./102 kgs.
As Midoriya listened to the buzzer ring, he lowered his calloused and scarred hands to the barbell with a grin. In a flash, he engaged his body to effortlessly raise the weight and then swooped his body into a squat as the weight was swung up and placed at the shoulders. With ease, Midoriya pushed up, finishing his squat without struggle.
Much to everyone's surprise, Midoriya rested the barbell on his chest and shoulders.
"What the hell is he doing?" hissed Bakugo, irritated at this dramatic display. For a moment he believed Midoriya was trying to get himself disqualified.
"Is he okay?" whispered Jiro in fear of Midoriya's wellbeing.
Their attention was grabbed by Uraraka who had loudly gasped and covered her mouth. Bakugo turned to Kirishima before looking back at Midoriya. "The fuck?"
"I don't know bro," answered Kirishima, concern laced in his tone.
Suddenly, Midoriya raised one hand to support the barbell while his other hand rose into the air to reveal a finger facing the wrong direction. Everyone in the room turned to watch Midoriya as news of a dislocated finger reached everyone in five seconds.
As the people at home and the crowd in the room watched Midoriya try and bend his finger, they also focused on his face. The most shocking part of the entire situation was that Midoriya's expression was calm and didn't signal discomfort.
Putting all the weight of the barbell on his upper body, Midoriya removed the hand that had been stabilizing the bar to grip his finger and snap it back into place.
“Holy shit,” croaked Bakugo with a disbelieving grin.
Todoroki stared at Midoriya in amazement as he breathed out a soft, “Woah.”
On the other hand, Uraraka sported a wrinkled nose, curled upper lip, and squinted eyes as she stared. “What the fuck?”
Kirishima stared with a dropped jaw and mortified eyes. Mina rested a hand under Kirishima’s dropped jaw before closing his mouth. Her mouth was also hanging wide up. Kaminari closed Mina’s mouth with his mouth also hanging wide open. Jiro shook her head at the entire situation and turned to leave the area.
Some people in the room let out yelps of shock, disgust, and amazement. Still, despite the small noises, the room was completely silent.
Bakugo stared up at Midoriya, choosing to ignore the pounding in his chest and the sweatiness of his palms. All he could do was stare at Midoriya and watch as he finished his jerk after dislocating and relocating his finger from his clean.
After returning both hands to the barbell and fixing their positioning, the weight was back onto his hands and arms. Not needing a moment to catch his breath or brace himself for the jerk, Midoriya thrusted the barbell over his head and locked his arms tightly.
After another buzzer rang out, Midoriya let the barbell crash to the ground with a loud bang. At that moment, the entire building erupted with screams and cheers. That was the most badass thing the weightlifting community has experienced in a long time.
Despite how intense the moment was and how Midoriya should've been also celebrating such an epic moment, he did the opposite. Midoriya turned to the cameras, offered a sweet smile with a gentle wave, and walked over to where some medics were waiting.
Midoriya had dislocated his finger, and it was rather painful. His teammates raced after him, clearly not letting him run away from their praise. Meanwhile, Bakugo watched him leave with a gaze that worried Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero.
The rest of the competition flew by. Somehow Midoriya getting injured and still performing like a pro boosted every competitor’s morale. People were lifting weights they had never dreamed of lifting before, and they were trucking it along.
There was a thirty-minute waiting period for scores and rewards. During that time, countless reporters tried to find Midoriya to interview him about the finger incident.
Soon reporters weren’t the only ones looking for Midoriya. His teammates couldn’t find him, nor could Bakugo’s teammates. They all wanted to ask him questions and make sure he was okay.
Behind the building in-between rose bushes, Bakugo and Midoriya hid away from the world. They both knew their rank and were less than worried about making it back on time. It wouldn’t be the first time they got a lecture from their coaches.
“That was sick as fuck Deku,” admitted Bakugo, looking at Midoriya’s splinted finger.
Midoriya looked up at Bakugo with a giddy smile. “Thank you Kacchan. I was worried they were going to disqualify me.”
Bakugo’s large hands grasped Midoriya’s wrist and tugged it close. “Did it really not hurt?”
It was quiet for a moment before Midoriya turned his body towards Bakugo. “I thought you knew this, but I experienced nerve damage all through my body. While my legs were paralyzed and I had to work to gain motor function back, my hands never lost function, but I lost a lot of feeling in them.”
“Is that why you’re avoiding those idiots inside?” questioned Bakugo with a smirk.
“What?” squeaked Midoriya, putting all his body weight onto the wall of the building.
“Yeah, there were a shit ton of reporters looking for you in there?” confirmed Bakugo, following Midoriya’s lead and resting.
Midoriya shook his head with a grin. “I had no idea. But now that you mention it, I have no desire to go in. I don’t want to explain my entire life story to them.”
It wasn’t hard to understand why Midoriya wouldn’t want to answer questions. His answer couldn’t be simplified to a simple I just like snapping my fingers back into place.
“All of the people would probably ask you the same boring question anyways,” sighed Bakugo, looking up at the setting sun.
A comfortable weight was placed on Bakugo’s shoulder. The soft fluffy hair touching his neck told him everything he needed to know. Without saying a word, Bakugo placed a hand on Midoriya’s propped-up knee.
After letting the comfort of Midoriya’s touch fester inside him, Bakugo decided to say what was on his mind.
“Sorry for being an asshole,” grumbled Bakugo, looking away.
“Glad to know you realize you were an asshole. Let me nap for five minutes and consider yourself forgiven,” yawned Midoriya as he relaxed further.
Bakugo didn’t bother responding, but he did have to smack Midoriya three minutes into the peaceful nap. “Stop touching my pecs.”
“Shut up Kacchan,” hissed Midoriya with a childish grin.
The flash of a phone caught the duo’s attention, and they looked up fearfully only to be met with Todoroki holding up a phone. “About time. I’ve been waiting two months to get my money.”
Midoriya gawked at his best friend while Bakugo was already on his feet, ready to battle.
“I’m going to kill you Half-and-half bastard!”
Thirst Traps
Mina was devilishly tapping her fingers together as she stared at Midoriya. “Sorry, but you lost the bet.”
“I didn’t even agree to the bet,” argued Midoriya nervously, not recalling Mina even stating it was a bet.
“Nonsense,” hushed Mina, rising from where she was sitting to grab her phone that was currently charging.
Midoriya groaned from where he was sitting. The sound caught the attention of Uraraka who was returning to the common room from filling up her water bottle. “Deku? What’s wrong?”
Midoriya looked up at Uraraka in despair. “It’s Mina.”
“What is she up to this time,” remarked Uraraka with an amused grin.
“She’s forcing me to do something because I lost a bet I never agreed to,” explained Midoriya weakly, sinking into the couch in despair. When it came to Mina, nothing could be done once she had an idea.
Uraraka nodded, sitting down next to Midoriya. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Besides, it’s not like she can force you to do anything outside the dorms.”
Relaxing a bit at the reminder it was storming outside, Midoriya took a sip out of his water bottle. “You’re right. It can’t be that bad right? She’ll probably force me to play a little prank on someone or something.”
“Probably, either that or she’ll make you do her homework,” laughed Uraraka, recalling how Mina once tried getting Momo to do her work but was forced to have a tutoring session instead.
Mina rushed back in with her phone and a bright smile. “I want you to recreate this!”
Midoriya raised a brow, letting Mina squish onto the couch with him and Uraraka. Mina had a video pulled up and it was some guy standing in heavy rain strutting, doing air splits, and backflips over music.
Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laugh. Mina immediately proved the both of them wrong when they assumed the dare would be her usual silly antics.
“I can’t do that! I’m going to fall! Besides, if anyone sees me out there-!” argued Midoriya in a panic, trying to do whatever it took to get out of this.
Mina shook her head and pressed a finger against Midoriya’s lips to silence him. “Nope. Look, I’ll be nice, and I won’t force you to wear the big fluffy coat and ripped jeans.”
Midoriya sighed in defeat, not seeing much harm in the dare when no lightning was outside. The only risk was him getting sick and he decided to set down some conditions of his own.
“Have a towel and warm tea prepared for me. If I end up getting sick you owe me katsudon until I’m recovered,” ordered Midoriya, willing to do the dare, but wanting to have some say in what happened.
Mina extended her deal with a wide smile. “Deal! Uraraka, would you be an angel and grab that stuff? I’m going to go out to record this!”
Midoriya wilted, forgetting that Mina loved having everything on her phone. He couldn’t blame her though, some of these simple funny moments were nice to look back on when things got rough. Uraraka smirked and threw herself up. “Fine, but I’m going to need that video for myself.”
Kirishima was curious about what was going on and approached Uraraka. “Hey, where are Mina and Midoriya heading off to?”
Uraraka crossed her arms with a grin. “Mina is forcing Midoriya to recreate some video out in the storm.”
“No way! I gotta see this!” laughed Kirishima, immediately pulling out his phone and texting one of his multiple group chats. He sent the quick message “Come down to the common room immediately, it's important,” to Kaminari, Sero, Bakugo, and Jiro.
Kaminari and Sero came down along with Sato, Ojiro, and Tokoyami. Jiro came down with Momo and Hagakure, and Bakugo came down alone. It seemed that Bakugo thought it was something serious because he practically exploded when he saw the rest of the class wasn’t there.
“What the hell Shitty Hair?” shouted Bakugo, immediately sending off some small explosions.
“Woah man, calm down! Everyone, follow me to the window!” instructed Kirishima, not trying to set Bakugo off even more.
It only took seconds for the group to understand why Kirishima told them to come down urgently. Mina and Midoriya were standing in the open field as rain was crashing down. Mina had her phone held up while Midoriya was doing mind-boggling flips toward her.
While Midoriya could do a perfect split, he had trained kicking enough that he could fake it. If he did an air split fast enough, no one would be able to tell his left leg didn’t perfectly come up all the way. When Midoriya reached Mina he managed to land his last flip without falling and went straight into a backflip.
Once Midoriya stuck the landing of his back flip he took in a quick breath, jumped into the air and shot his legs out, faking the split like a pro.
Mina collapsed to the ground, cackling. Midoriya crossed his arms and looked up at the sky that was dark and pouring down rain. Midoriya then looked down at Mina, said something, and suddenly Mina was sprinting back toward the dorm building.
Uraraka was already standing by the door with towels and warm tea waiting for them in the kitchen. Mina launched herself inside, the rain covering her face and mixing with her tears. “My phone!”
“Yeah, that’s my bad,” chuckled Midoriya, knowing that they had to retake the dance at least ten times before he got it right.
Walking further into the dorm, planning on going to the kitchen, the two froze when they saw the large group standing near the windows. Only the group was staring at them in disbelief and glee.
Midoriya bolted off before anyone could even ask him where he learned how to do any of that. Mina on the other hand didn’t stick around because she had to make sure her phone was okay. She couldn’t lose the video after just getting it!
Midoriya was fresh out of the shower when he texted Uraraka that he was sorry for not sticking around for the tea she made him. It seemed that Uraraka didn’t mind too much, even going as far as to say she’d reheat it and send someone up to deliver it to him.
Feeling bad and not wanting her to go out of her way to do something she didn’t have to, Midoriya frantically typed it wasn’t necessary and it was no big deal. A knock interrupted Midoriya’s guilt as he stared at the typing bubble from Uraraka. Rising from where he was sitting, Midoriya approached his door and pulled it open.
Bakugo stood in the doorway with a wide smirk. “So Izuku. Care to explain?”
Midoriya yelped, backing into his room. “Kacchan! What are you doing here?”
“Pink Cheeks. Now, tell me why you were out there performing like a goddamn acrobat,” demanded Bakugo, inviting himself in with two cups of tea.
“It’s really not as interesting as you may think. Mina told me I lost a bet and she dared me to recreate a video,” elaborate Midoriya swiftly, not wanting to beat around the bush when it came to Bakugo.
“Go figure. Why do you always manage to get wrapped up in her dumb schemes,” grumbled Bakugo, crashing onto Midoriya's bed.
Midoriya smiled a bit, looking at his desk where Bakugo managed to put down the tea without him noticing. “If I knew how, I wouldn't have been out there.”
Bakugo scoffed, staring at Midoriya where he was standing. “Where the hell did you learn how to do a split?”
“I can’t really do a split, but after using my legs so much I guess I got more flexible,” assumed Midoriya. He didn’t know how he managed to get so limber. He did his usual stretches to avoid injuries but didn’t go out of his way to work on flexibility.
“It sure as hell looked like a split to me,” argued Bakugo. It didn’t take a genius to see a true split.
Midoriya smiled, sitting next to Bakugo on the bed. “When the rain clears up we can head to the gym and see for sure.”
“Alright, just don’t cry when you find out I’m right,” professed Bakugo confidently, making a home on Midoriya’s bed.
“You’re an idiot,” laughed Midoriya, finally lying down next to Bakugo.
“Shut up!”
OMG TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!! (*≧∀≦*)
INTRO!! + Commision info
I genuinely suck at intros sorry guys. Anyways y'all can call me Keres ^_^ I'll mainly post art, but some stuff from fandoms I'm in will probably also be posted.
My hyperfixations are: The disastrous life of saiki k, any smallishbeans series tbh, Sodikken and sk8 the infinity :D Tho I just started watching bsd and playing genshin maybe I'll be hyperfixated on that too we'll see. :3
If you have any questions feel free to ask ^_^
I also do commissions now, HERE is everything you need to know!!
Commissions are [open] atm
Some of my socials:
Pinterest: https://pin.it/5br4JFhzd
Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@k3res._?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc
Pronouns: @Keres_0 • Pronouns.page
My handmade tbh creature plushie! Yippee!🥺
Pst. Hey. I don't know how to make Tumblr posts I'm been on this app for a fucking year and I'm still hopeless.
ANYWAYS IT'S MY BIRTHDAY YIPPIEEE!! GONNA REVEAL MY TMNT HAUL IN AN HOUR OR SO 😋😋
GUYS THE QUEEN IS RULING THE WORLD
Tomorrow's my birthday, let's pray that nothing strange or weird happens... oh boy I'm scared. Seriously what was the thing that gave me such INTENSE bad luck lately, was it Journal 3? Writing my own journal? Wanting to get Book of Bill? All of the above??
It's REALLY confusing me, maybe even scaring me a little bit, but I think I can push through! Happy early birthday to me! XP
TOUIILE BLOG YALL
Mwhehehe…so you thought I wouldn’t come back eh? WELL YOU ARE WRONG!! THIS TRASH RODENT NEVER DIE-*[trips and faceplants on the floor]
Hey Heyyyss! Mod Chiyo again! ( @silly-chiyo )So you know about that Rudie blog where I mentioned a certain rat would also pull up? This is him…basically him back for round 2 (Just with a different mod…I feel as if I’m not supposed to have made this blog..? Why do I feel like that?)
This is how I’ll be talking!
[actions/thoughts] look like this!
And you already know how Mod speaks! More is under the cut!
NOTICE
Blog for silliness!!
Asks/Rps allowed
May have drawings from time to time
I’ll get to asks when I get to them(depends on motivation…)
No NSFW/Suggestive Asks/Rps
OOC (out of character) likely to occur!(this is a blog based of headcanons anyway…)
Let’s have some fun! And cause mischief…
Headcanons(will update occasionally)
He/Him
May have Pica(an eating disorder where people eat unedible things(that’s likely canon))
High in energy
Clumsy at times
Autistic Yapper(me but without the yapping-Chiyo projection pt.1)
Likes Sour and Spicy foods
Never give this rat any energy drinks(we all know why)
Cupioromantic(can’t experience love)
He likes to sorta talk “cool” around people he don’t know(don’t really work)
He tends to call the smiling critters ‘smilers’ and his friends the ‘nightmares’
[insert more headcanons]
Other Blogs(will update accordingly)
This mod also runs…
@hannahnolastname @reindeer-rudie (lemme @ my own blog plsss)
(Smiliers)
@dogday-shines-bright @that-sunny-pup
@catnaplovesnaptime @the-crafty-unicorn @lil-miss-bearhug
@ask-bubbabubbaphant @kickinchicken-thecoolkid @hoppyhopscotch1
(Nightmares)
@baba-chops-emo-sheep @ickylickywins @rabie-baby-bat @allister-the-procrastigator @simon-the-dragon @poe-the-crow @the-real-maggie-mako (why won’t this let me @ baba???)
More of them
@yarnaby-askblog @bouncingyarn @doeythedoughmanwhen @doctor-harleysawyer @ask-kissymissy
SCREW BEING SAD I GOT A 7 IN MY HISTORY MOCK
(CW flashing lights and swearing)
LET'S GO MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSS
late, but happy birthday Percy Jackson! I was late celebrating Percy Day lol.
ZIGCHUU. MY DAY HAZ BEEN MADE
Who should be next? ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
Omg look at them!! They’re so beautifullll #> <# omg i love fasas little star paternsss and wind song it’s so cuteeeee!!!! AHHHHH OMG I LOVE THEM XD
@spookys1fan
I told myself to try your tutorial! Here’s the results
Fasa and wind song !
WOOOWHOOOO
Happy 4/20 yall I know I'll be smoking something today
Erick should make another James apirlfoolisverse video
Yurrivoice is releasing a 4/20 Chuck video today right? Lowkey, I rlly wanna get into the yurrivoice lore but the again I really could not be bothered to/
ALSO HADESTOWN GOES FUCKING HARD. LIKE I WAS KEEPING MYSELF FROM LISTENInG TO IT CASUE IT WASNT REALLY MY SPEED BUT WOAHHHH, EVERYONE SOUNDS SOOO GOOOD. I'm really excited to listen to the Lola tung slime of hadestown cause she has such a good singing voice. I maybe used to have a huge crush on Jordan fisher when he was in DEH (Dear Evan Hanson)
Today’s gonna be great‼️
(I haven’t slept in two days, im dizzy, im seeing things, and I feel like lm continuously on the verge of breaking down)
Shout out to @leaf570 for following
l really love your art!
Shout out to @ch3rrysunbl0ss0mx3 for reblogging my "I made him hunter" My first post that was reblogged! And @liviavanrouge for following and @avgyqfl for being here from the start (first follower!)
In the future, ima put all the names of my followers here, unless you don't want me too. And if you choose to unfollow me for whatever reasons, you may have then I will simply just remove your name from the list.
Just wanted to show y'all my appreciation! :)
Shout out to @ozzwalton for following!
Thank you for being my 20th follower!
Shout out to @ch3rrysunbl0ss0mx3 for reblogging my "I made him hunter" My first post that was reblogged! And @liviavanrouge for following and @avgyqfl for being here from the start (first follower!)
In the future, ima put all the names of my followers here, unless you don't want me too. And if you choose to unfollow me for whatever reasons, you may have then I will simply just remove your name from the list.
Just wanted to show y'all my appreciation! :)
Why is it that older men (men older then me at least) are just so beautiful. God don’t make them how they should be anymore. 😔
A star sleepover!!!! Featuring strawberry pillows! :0
Want a comm? Click here!!: https://artistree.io/pinkpup
i guess i have to learn how to draw this fag too
Happy birthday Dana Scully!!
WERE IN THE BYLER YEAR!!!!
✥ | a map of ru’aun, circa 1416 a.i. (after irene)
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hi!! it’s me again!! today i bring you a little teaser for my mcd roleplay that’s gonna be coming up either this or next year!!
i’m really excited for it, and the guys in the mcd big bang server have really inspired me to keep on crafting. more updates about this will come soon if you guys are interested in hearing more!!
(under the cut is a little tidbit about roleplay locations)
every city in red is going to be an area/setting you can actually roleplay in!! it’s not concrete, and could change—but this is what i’m thinking. key below <3
circle with diamond — ‘capital’ of the phoenix drop alliance
circle with dot — major cities
circle — minor cities
diamond — settlement/village
animal footprint/marking — high concentration of that region’s nonhuman species
Random reminder that I am infact alive i just constantly forget that this account exists, so I just have a bunch of art in my sketchbook that I haven't posted yet. Also I'm starting to think of posting every Saturday to remind myself that I want to get my art out there but I just keep forgetting because my brain is weird like that and yeah- have a nice day!! Bye!!
I think the reasons why so many of us gen z are practically frothing at the mouth to fight politicians and other things is because:
A. We aren't really afraid to die. We grew up being bombarded with statistics along the lines of "by 2050 all forests will cease to exist" and "the oceans are going to have a worldwide ecological collapse in the coming years" that we just we kinda accepted it and collectively lost hope?? Like, I realised that I truly, subconsciously believed that the world would end in my lifetime and I just? Didn't care?? And all of my friends think the same way??
B. Most of us grew up seeing our parents being depressed and divorcing and we couldn't accept that as our future too. We have unlimited access to an unlimited source of information and everyday we are bombarded by a hundred different sources of horrible news that either fuels are anger, turns it into apathy, or both. We need something to take that anger on.
We are not old enough to change this system that makes us so angry through politics and career choices, so we do what we can through the technology that we've had access to our entire lives. That is why we want to fight. Because we are desperately clinging to the hope that we can change things for the better and fix this planet the way everyone expects us to.