And I am Nightmare
I am a budding writer, and still only a teen. I love any support that comes my way. I am also a Dark Empath, psychologist in training, and baker.
Yellow was never my favorite color before
Denki Anybody want to hang? I’m super bored. I sent the text and sat back, checking my phone every few seconds hopefully. It was a lie- I totally wasn’t bored, I had a zillion things to do- but I really couldn’t focus on school right now and all I wanted was to talk to someone.
I hated Christmas. I always had. Whenever my father was around(which he never was), he always told the story of how my three year old self had ripped open all the presents at the annual Christmas ball out of pure spite of the other children. He’s always laugh and say,
Fighting fire with fire
Being slapped is painful. I could testify. But even though there are much more painful things than slaps, being slapped has an emotional pain that somehow makes it much worse. When someone punches you, what do you feel? Angry, right? But after being slapped, there’s this kind of defeat that settles in you, and a somewhat irrational fear of being slapped again. There were much more logical things to be afraid of: angry dogs, getting beat up by some bully at school, getting stolen from, getting kidnapped. But I was afraid, more than most anything else, of being slapped. I could hold my own in a fight: I had gone to Herigan college after all, but all it took to make me listen was a simple raised hand. The threat of a slap held more than just pain for me. Maybe that wasn’t my fault. Being slapped wasn’t considered abuse… was it? I had given up caring when I had turned thirteen. Perhaps it was an automatic response after growing up with my slap happy mom and older brother. No matter the reason, that was just the way I was. And after failing to complete the entrance exam for UA, coming home with my expulsion from school notice, and growing up and joining the league of villains, that irrational fear had only increased.
Why Shigaraki is my favorite mha character
Okay, I’ve been trying to get around to this for ages now, so now I’m finally writing it. Cut me some slack. First things first, let’s get some stuff straight. Unless your a insane simping fan girl, you probably think I’m crazy. Can’t deny it, but let’s get this clear: I DO NOT SIMP FOR HIM. That’s why I’ve gone into the trouble of writing this. I don’t think he’s hot(eww). Shigaraki is my favorite character because he’s the best villain I’ve seen in a while. And that’s saying a lot, because I’ve seen ATLA, and I never thought I would find a better villain than Azula. And why is he the best villain? Because he actually scared me. Shigaraki’s appearance is disturbing enough: his wrinkled mouth, blue hair, and not to mention the detached hands all over his body. For the first few times we saw him, I was actually kind of annoyed. Another disgusting, creepy adult who think beating up twelve year old kids will be their greatest achievement in life. But then I realized Shigaraki was only a few years older than deku in the first place. That was the first time I started to realize just how creepy Shigaraki was. I thought it couldn’t get better. Then we meet all for one. Okay, let’s first talk about the build up to this episode. As we meet Shigaraki again and again, we realize just how childish and immature he is. Like a real kid. Not one of those evil genius teens that are kids with unrealistic brains and you just know the person who wrote this was an adult who had never been a child. No, this was the true motives and actions of an angsty teen. He loves being in the spotlight and hates to lose. During the episode vs. hero kill arc, Shigaraki is mad at Stain for calling him immature and is determined to get revenge. Shigaraki’s childish actions make you realize just how dangerous he is. It’s like having a ten year old be in charge of some of the most dangerous and terrifying weapons in the world. Imagine giving that kind of power to your little brother or sister. Would they handle that well?
After the ashes: Flashback
When he burned, I thought I knew exactly how I felt. Looking back on it, maybe I was wrong. I laughed. I smiled. I did everything I was taught. Later, I told myself that I was just doing what I thought was right. And then I forgot about it. I made myself forget. I’ve changed since that day. A lot. Has he? Has Zuko changed as much as I have? Do I even care? I remember him screaming. Did he look at me? Did he see me smile? Living my whole life with Ozai, I’ve learned to bar myself against things that upset me. Is that why I laughed? I’ve told myself the past is past. There’s nothing I can do to change it. But is there? I will never apoligize. I never apologize unless I want something. But is there something else I can do? Something that will change the way he looks at that moment?
SAD! ATLA fanfic
A man I had never seen before broke my heart. If he had never told me to come, I would have figured that she was still floating around somewhere down there. But he knocked on the palace doors that morning. He told me, “You might want to see this.”
More ATLA fanfic
Katara had delivered enough babies to know. The sudden, sharp, pains in her stomach. The fatigue and odd cravings. But just knowing wasn’t enough. She was scared. She forced her knees not to shake as she pushed open the door to the house and almost stumbled. I am the strongest water-bender in a century. I can handle this. But being the strongest water bender wasn’t going to save her. Suki, Mai, and even Ty lee had had babies before her, but they couldn’t have been worried like this. They had her. But she didn’t. And to tell Aang. She managed to her room and lay down on the bed, her heart beating in her throat.
Zuko was in danger. Every time he went out on the street, someone saw him and recognized him. Someone who just happened to hate the firelord. In truth, he was shocked at how many people hated him. He wasn’t looking forward to having to hide under a straw hat again. He was talking to Katara about it in the courtyard when it happened. Toph had been sitting nearby.
My brother’s nickname and the story behind it
My oldest brother and best friend, Benadykt, was adopted. He had lived in Mongolia four years before we had for him. I’m writing this today in honor of his gotcha day(with his permission, of course). This story is the one of how he got is infamous nickname that his kahoot name for the rest of his life. Have you ever heard of the game Dutch blitz? If you haven’t, it’s a fast paced card game, that if I do say so myself, I excelled at. I never lost a game. It was so bad to the point we had to make a deal. If I wanted to play, getting half my points would be considered winning for the other side. So one late Friday night, my parents and much older sisters were watching Jurassic park in the living room, and me and Benadykt we forced to hide out in the back room until it was finished. Back then, we were terrified that even hearing the smallest sound from the movie would give us nightmares for the rest of our lives. That was a very long movie, and in about an hour or so, we had exhausted all the games we owned already. So I used one of my many talents to wheedle Benadykt to play Dutch Blitz with me. We played a few rounds with the rule I had stated above, and I beat him every time. I could sense he was starting to get tired, but I managed to convey him into one more game. Now, around this time the ninth fast and furious was coming out. We were all interested in seeing it, because we were finally old enough too. We had watched the trailer a million times in the mall. At one point in the trailer, the main villain, stands proudly in front of the screen and says, “I’m like black Superman!”