i think, one day, the marauders went exploring and found the mirror of erised.
petersaw himself standing next to the marauders, but they were all the same height. all the same weight. the same wide smiles and slightly crinkled eyes. and he imagined sirius looked at him like he was james, and remus looked at him like he was sirius, and james looked at him like he was lily. he was with his friends, but they were all equals.
(nobody ever told him that they were all worth the same anyway).
siriussaw himself with the marauders too. but in it, they were all perfect. unflinching, straight-backed boys with a future of gold. and when his hand found remus’, he just held back tighter, not pulling away and shaking his hand like sirius’ touch was poison. not like he’d fucked things up. not like he could destroy it all with a single flick of his wand, a single whisper in the darkness. he was with his friends, but they were all okay.
(nobody ever told him that it was okay not to be okay anyway).
remussaw himself as a real marauder. someone who was truly a brother to the people who were brothers to him– because you didn’t have beasts for brothers. no, the wolf was their enemy– he saw himself as pure, as maybe, possibly, finally worthy of their friendship. of their love. he was with his friends, but now he was a better friend, a friend worthy of being one.
(nobody ever told him that he deserved the universe anyway).
jamessaw himself with the marauders. except– they were all the same. just four happy boys smiling back at him, like the world was theirs to conquer and lightning ran through their veins. he saw himself with the marauders, just as they are, because it was perfect. they were perfect.
(nobody ever told him that perfect never lasted anyway).
Oh, friend, I don’t think you actually want me to. BUT I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
So. Following the premise(which, for those of you that don’t want to read, is basically right after All Might’s fight with sensei; he’s been discharged from the hospital and is Sad and Introspective™ and then he meets a lil’ Izuku who is all determined and adorable about his dream to be a hero so All Might is all *wipes tear* “my son,” basically deciding right there that he’s going to help Izuku achieve his dream. I’m good at summaries don’t judge) All Might is probably thinking about his rather (read: very) impulsive decision to reveal his identity to Izuku. And regretting it.
Because Izuku is kind of about to combust -
Okay that’s admittedly a minor reason in the long-run. He is, mostly, realizing that despite his determination Midoriya is very much a child - “how old are you?” Midoriya momentarily stops his fanboy-induced freakout to grin toothily and hold up nine fingers, “I’m nine!” - he is a nine year old boy and even if a part of All Might has taken a shining to the child, he is nine and One for All would kill him, and his thoughts are something along the lines of “what the heck was I thinking?”
But then Izuku looks up at him, all wide, hopeful eyes and gives him a heartfelt, “thank you.” Because no one ever believed that he could become a hero. In his entire life, All Might is the first one to tell him that - and how awesome is that? The hero, the #1 hero, All Might! His idol! Thinks he can become a hero!
He says that he doesn’t really know how he’s going to do it, but he’s certain that with All Might’s help, he’ll be able to become a hero. He starts to tear up to All Might’s silent horror, but (thankfully) wipes his eyes.
And All Might is about to say something but -
Ofc Izuku is super worried, and suddenly he remembers that, yeah, this is what All Might looked like when he walked up to him, and he didn’t really realize it until now. He asks why he looks like this, and Toshinori tells him. *cue informational speech/monologue about his fight with a certain villain that occurred recently and left him like this*
Toshinori carefully keeps the truth of his quirk quiet. He doesn’t actually know if he will choose Midoriya as his successor, but he will at the very least help train him in case he does.
So: cue training. And bonding. FRIENDSHIP. FATHER-SON-BONDING, IT’S DAD-MIGHT, DAD-MIIIGGGHHHTT*COUGHS*
The comic “training” that I made probably fits somewhere around here.
Toshinori accidentally introduces Recovery Girl and Izuku to each other at some point. He’s probably on his way to visit her one day, and Izuku runs into him (because the boy has somehow developed some kind of inhuman radar that almost guarantees that Toshinori is going to encounter him at least three times a week) and promptly decides that he’s going to accompany him for the day.
It’s a little funny, because while in his real form, Toshinori realizes that Izuku is a lot more brazen as opposed to when he is All Might. It might have to do with the blood he’s constantly spewing though, and Toshinori also realizes that he’s got a bit of a mother-hen in Midoriya. He’d bring jackets, scarves, heating pads, 2-liter water bottles, and many other kinds of items for Toshinori’s benefit.
(At one point, Midoriya had asked Inko for help. She had asked, “what do you need?” He had then told her that a friend of his spewed blood everyday and he wanted to know how to help. Inko had promptly freaked out because “VOMITING BLOOD WHAT,” causing Midoriya to freak out even more, which resulted in him being even more cautious regarding Toshinori’s condition.)
Anyway, meeting Recovery Girl. She’s curious about Izuku, who is half-hiding behind Toshinori, but otherwise doesn’t really pay him much mind as she says, “you’ll need to have your stomach removed.”
Izuku freezes, Toshinori nods as though he was expecting as much, and she gives the rest of the explanation. By the end of it, Izuku is pale as a ghost, and before they leave, he asks her: “is there anything I can do?”
Toshinori is a little dumbfounded at the question, but Recovery Girl considers him thoughtfully. She kicks Toshinori out of the office for a bit, and sits Izuku down to talk.
“I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Toshinori,” she begins, smiling kindly. “And I have to say I agree with him, despite the circumstances. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and a good heart.”
Izuku is kinda ??? but nods anyway, feeling complimented but not really understanding what she’s getting at.
“Just be yourself,” she adds, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “He doesn’t really have a lot of people he can rely on, being the number one and all. Everyone relies on him, whether it’s as a hero or a symbol of hope. Be yourself, and you’ll be helping him plenty.”
Izuku nods absentmindedly, and asks, “but what if it isn’t enough? What if he gets hurt again?”
Recovery Girl slants a look at the door before looking back at him, an almost secretive but still kindly smile in place. “Well. Exercise is good for the body and soul.”
Then she kicks him out, and Toshinori and Izuku spend a chunk of the afternoon training more, the former a little more silent than usual and the latter determined. Also, Izuku ends up following Toshinori to his apartment because “I have to make sure you’re alright!” and Toshinori, on a whim, accesses his quirk, flexes, and says “I’m ALL MIGHT!”
He immediately spews blood because that pun was Fucking Terrible and I deserve to rot for even thinking of it
Silliness aside, he pats Izuku’s head and says “thank you, but I’m fine. You’ve done enough, Midoriya-boy.”
Izuku stares at him for a moment, and before Toshinori can ask if there’s something wrong, Izuku jumps forward and hugs him.
I’m gonna stop there because this is killing me, I love Dad-Might and Mini-zuku so much GAH TOO MUCH, ADORABLE-NESS OVERLOAD. FUKC
At some point, Izuku also probably shows Toshinori the sketches he has, plus the notes. Particularly, his dream-outfits for if he ever became Mighty-boy.
Toshinori is suitably embarrassed/flattered/”omg this boy is so earnest”/wat-do while lil’ Izuku is just smiling proudly.
…I literally just realized that you probably just meant Dad-Might in general, not the Dad-Might&Mini-Deku AU, as I’m posting this. With the drawings already finished. I’m sorry for the figurative avalanche of plot I dumped on you LOL *lies down on the floor face-down*
That aside I could probably talk aaaall about (and how much I love) the Dad-Might headcannon, but it’d mostly be incoherent words and screaming
Without further ado, a recipe for a fan recipe based on a fanfic. Of Homestuck.
for the winter king
[ peach + rose water + orange blossom ]
2 white peaches, diced
1 lemon, juiced
1 cup white sugar
2 tbsp pectin
vanilla extract, to taste
rose water, to taste
orange blossom extract, to taste
for the handmaiden
[ mulled wine + red berries ]
1 white peach, diced
1 pluot (or plum), diced
1 box each raspberries, blackberries and strawberries
1 cup red wine
1 cup white sugar
3 tbsp pectin
vanilla extract, to taste
cinnamon, cardamom, ginger, clove to taste
Directions are similar to typical pectin jam making, dice all ingredients to roughly the same size, and bring to a boil with the sugar/spices. Add the pectin once it’s boiling, then remove from heat. The mulled wine recipe is non-alcoholic, the alcohol will burn off during the cooking process. Stir extracts/waters after the jam has been taken off the heat.
I did a lot of this to taste, so remember, you can’t really go wrong w fruit and a fuckton of sugar. If all else fails, there are many jam websites that provide more precise measurements and temperatures.
Thanks for reading what is possibly the nerdiest post I’ve ever made. Tune in next week for more. Like, comment and subscr-
So I finally broke down and actually read the flat dreams fanfic (I know I’m like a year late don’t judge me ok) and I really wanted to draw some scenes from it! Scene is from here of @pengychan‘s fanfic (and more fanart to come soon!!)
okay. fuck. so, i had to dig into the depths of my old blog to recover this, but here it is. that stupid fucking kara/diana one-shot i scribbled down after i saw batman v superman for the first time. it’s been collecting dust in my drafts for over a year. i totally planned to edit it and at least try to fix it before i posted it, because there’s literally no plot, and it doesn’t even have a title, but… there’s… literally nothing i can do with it. it’s beyond saving.
Recently i’ve hit 1k followeeeers!!! which is absolutely crazy cuz I really don’t think i’m good enough to have many followers like that so i’m kinda shookt. But nways, a lot of good things happened since I created this blog and i’ve got so many friends and y’all are so nice with me so thats it, my first FF. Mostly of these are REALLY great creators and they’re very very very nice, so if you’re new to this fandom, they’re a MUST FOLLOW. =)
STOP TAGGING DAEMONS AU OF OTHER FANDOMS AS "HDM CROSSOVER/AU"!
Because it is NOT a crossover/AU of the entire HIS DARK MATERIALS TRILOGY if the *ONLY*concept you are going to use are DAEMONS!
This is a *DAEMONS AU*, NOT A HDM CROSSOVER!
Like jfc I’m sick and tired of being misled by these tags. Stop tagging your non-hdm shit with the hdm tag, IT IS NOT HDM, IT IS ONLY DAEMONS IN YOUR OWN FANDOM!
Those books are so complex in its concepts and ideas and have so much world-building around it BEYOND DAEMONS, it’s SO MUCH MORE than daemons, why in GOD’S name do you think assigning daemons to your OTP on your fandom is a hdm crossover/au??!
Here’s some fluff I wrote at 4am with lots of repetitive words and Owen in his underwear.
You weren’t sure how you did it, but after six months of
silently pining over him, you were finally on a date with Owen Grady. Actually,
you were on your third date with him, the first being a trip to Margaritaville,
and the second, him showing up at your door with flowers, soup, cheesy movies,
and blankets after finding out you were sick. The whole thing had been a sort
of surreal whirlwind. A clichéd dream that you were going to wake up from at
any moment. Or maybe you wouldn’t wake up, ever. Maybe you were in a coma after
getting hit in the head with a coconut or something. That was what happened to
people who lived on tropical islands, right? Granted, the chances of that were
slim. But with those pesky palm trees everywhere, it was certainly in the realm
But figuring out if you were in the middle of a dream or not
was currently not high on your list of priorities. There were much more
important things to worry about. Making sure he was having a good time. Trying
not to make a fool out of yourself. Being on your best, most charming behavior.
Struggling to keep yourself from accidentally letting a certain string of three
words tumble awkwardly from your mouth.
You were in love with him. You had been since the second you
laid eyes on him that first day at the paddock. You didn’t know why. He’d been
such a dick to you; calling you out in front of everyone when he saw you
weren’t paying attention to his “You guys are brand new here and you better not
fuck up my raptors” speech on the first day of your internship. But attractive
men had a way of making you forget little things of that nature, and so your
obnoxious crush began to grow.
During your dates, your mind often wandered to this. The
strange notion of the fact that you were utterly in love with someone who you’d
hardly interacted with up to now. It made no sense, and that led you to believe
that the two of you were meant to be. After all, why would the universe bring
him to you, otherwise? He was a good seven or eight years older than you. He
was much different from your usual type. And frankly, he was way out of your
league. Yes. This was definitely the workings of some higher power twisting the
fibers of existence together to lead you to now. This very moment in time.