Graha Tia Tag Drop.

G’raha Tia Tag drop.

( g’raha // gallery. ) ( g’raha // drabble. ) ( g’raha // starter. ) ( g’raha // meme replies. ) ( g’raha // thread. ) ( g’raha // worldbuilding. ) ( g’raha // headcanon. ) 

 verses. ( g’raha // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever happened recently in canon (according to the mun) ( g’raha // v.ii ) - Takes place during the Crystal Tower Raids. Selective. ( g’raha // v.iii ) - Takes place during the events of Shadowbringers. ( g’raha // v.iv ) - Takes place during Post-Shadowbringers. ( g’raha // v.v ) - Takes place during Endwalker ( g’raha // v.vi ) - Takes place during Post-Endwalker

more will be added as necessary.

Izuku Midoriya Tag Drop.

( izuku // gallery. ) ( izuku // drabble. ) ( izuku // starter. ) ( izuku // meme replies. ) ( izuku // thread. ) ( izuku // worldbuilding. ) ( izuku // headcanon. )

verses. ( izuku // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever happened recently in canon (according to the mun) ( izuku // v.ii ) - Takes place during the events that lead up to his inheriting of One For All. ( izuku // v.iii ) - Takes place anywhere from the Entrance Exams Arc to the Summer Forest Training Camp. ( izuku // v.iv ) - Takes place from the kidnapping of Bakugou to the Rise of Heroes Arc. ( izuku // v.v ) - Takes place during the Pro Hero Arc to the end of the Paranormal Liberation War Arc. ( izuku // v.vi ) - Takes place during the beginning of the Final Saga where Izuku leaves UA at the start of his second year until... whenever the manga gets to another phase. :’D

Dabi / Touya Todoroki tag drop.

( dabi // gallery. ) ( dabi // drabble. ) ( dabi // starter. ) ( dabi // meme replies. ) ( dabi // thread. ) ( dabi // worldbuilding. ) ( dabi // headcanon. ) verses. ( dabi // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever happened recently in canon (according to the mun) ( dabi // v.ii ) - Takes place when Dabi was known as Touya Todoroki in proper, when still lived with his family and before his supposed death in the mountains. Selective. ( dabi // v.iii ) - takes place after the events of the mountain where Touya leaves the mountains and runs away from home. Selective. ( dabi // v.iv ) - Pro Hero Arc ( dabi // v.v ) - Joint Training Arc ( dabi // v.vi ) - Endeavor Agency Arc ( dabi // v.vii ) - Paranormal Liberation War Arc more will be added as needed.

ℙ𝔸𝔻𝔽𝕆𝕆𝕋 [ amaeranthos. ]

          𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒.  Sirius is undoubtedly glad to have his son back home, despite knowing—thanks to Remus and Athena’s countless lectures—that the separation was a necessary thing for them as Harry grew.  Blah blah independence, blah blah healthy relationship boundaries, blah blah blah.  Sure, maybe Sirius felt more and more tempted to fall back on Plan A, wrapping Harry up in wool and hiding him away forever, but he didn’t think he was becoming That Sort™ of overprotective.  Yet.

          Absently, Sirius notes Dobby’s arrival and reaches out to pat his head in thanks as the small elf goes about whisking Harry’s belongings away.  He can’t help but smile at the cheerful don’t worry, Dobby be’s looking after Harry Potter’s Paddy his son’s devoted house elf leaves in his wake.  Dobby is a good elf.

          ❛  We absolutely did not get cosy.  ❜      And Merlin, isn’t it a suddenly horrifying thought that his son—his teenaged son who will undoubtedly need it—hasn’t been given The Talk™ before.  He silently curses Petunia even more than usual, realising that this was an aspect of fatherhood he has no idea how to even begin with.  Prongs, he pleads internally, send help!  He very well can’t send Harry back to Hogwarts knowing that his son is not only interested in Hermione  ( thank Merlin he’s got eyes for good, sensible, trustworthy Hermione )  but that he could very well be going into dating completely blind.

          That’s a crisis for later.

          ❛  She’s actually got some family business that’s come up                 the kind that would only get worse if I were to tag along.  ❜      Sirius can’t help but pull a face as he says it, the unspoken truth bitter on his tongue.  Athena clawed her way into the Wizengamot entirely on her own merits, using her family’s trade ties to Britain to justify a foreign noble house holding a coveted seat of the British Wizengamot, but already political opponents are trying to rewrite the House of Liang seat’s history.  If it were anyone else, the notion that Sirius’ relationship with her having allowed her a seat would be preposterous; however, for Athena—as a Chinese woman in a white man’s world—it’s suddenly being construed as completely likely. 

          ( Racism, Harry—racism everywhere. )

          ❛  Basically, our detractors are already spreading rumours to claim that the Black family ensured the House of Liang claimed a seat                    because she’s a single witch and the first of her line, so they can twist perspectives to make it seem suspicious.  Even with public record showing I’d been outcast from the House of Black and in Azkaban when she’d begun her campaign for a seat, it’s still a gross double standard that she’s had to live with even before now.  ❜      There’s no small amount of disdain in his tone as Sirius moves to take a seat on one of the nearby parlour loveseats for an impromptu politics lesson.  Anger burns in his veins not only for Athena, but for his late grandmother as well—Arcturus may have done everything within his power to silence those who spoke ill of his wife’s heritage, but even still Sirius hears whispers implying he’s of tainted blood.  The idea that Athena is enduring it now makes him itch with the desire to hex each and every old coot to open their mouth.      ❛  Prejudice in the wizarding world isn’t restricted to muggles, but also to race in general, so Athena has always experienced even more scrutiny than is fair.  We’ll be building my alliance with her slowly, which means that while she and I are allies through your house, our… personal history puts her in a difficult position.  ❜

          ❛  But, well, you know me                   ❜      Sirius pauses to dip a biscuit into the tea left inconspicuously on the sitting table beside him.  Dobby’s getting rather good at silently providing accommodations—perhaps he should thank old Lucy for being so kind as to free Dobby from employment so he could work for them.      ❛  Politics one-oh-one, Harry: where I can’t go, Moony sure as hell can.  ❜

          Harry waits for the question to be answered, seeing Dobby briefly with a quick nod of acknowledgement before he disappears again. Harry feels whatever discomfort he has at separating from the man disappear. He watches with amusement as Sirius retorts that they hadn’t gotten cosy at all. What a disappointment, but he knows that it’s not the case. With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, Harry lightly shakes his head with mirth tinting the green in his eyes.

          Still, there’s something that flashes in Sirius’ eyes that Harry can’t help but notice. Hm? He wonders what it could be, but it’s a thought quickly cast aside while he makes for a seat, listening to Sirius begin to explain to him where Athena has gone off to. 

          It’s the moment that Harry sits next to Sirius that he frowns, feeling the implication that comes with his words. This immediately makes Harry realize a lesson is coming and that the work Athena has done in the Wizengamot has been of her own merit, her own hard work. Athena has always been exceptional, he always thought, as she’s the only one that kept her faith and belief in Sirius was innocent. As the only Asian woman on one of the coveted seats, Harry wondered how she had gotten there, but trusted that Sirius would eventually explain it to him.

          And it looks like that lesson has finally arrived.

          The disdain is apparent and Harry can’t help but wrinkle his nose. Just like Sirius, he makes a face. He’s never liked how the wizards separated people by their blood as it really makes no difference. One is either exceptional or not, but politics and all that, the teen listens carefully and intently.

          Sirius is the head of one of the Old Houses, old nobles, a lesson he’s learned back when they were in the time bubble in America just this summer. The House of Black has ancient and old pull, a leverage, and powerful magic that gives them their right to a seat. From what he’s gleaned in his time with Athena, she’s of similar and a powerful lineage, only she’s based in China. And from what he’s seen, she might even be of an even older lineage than that of House of Black, given from what he vaguely remembers of Chinese history. It’s really a pity and frustrating that Sirius can’t help Athena without someone spinning it that she’s leaning on another’s political power, a man specifically, without demoralizing and degrading Athena in the process.

          His furrowed brow expresses his own frustration, thinking how many years it’s been since she’s gained the seat, and how long it’s been since she’s had it that they’re still questioning her standing within the Wizengamot.

          ❝That’s terrible,❞ he says quite lamely, not finding any other way of really and truly wording the near unfathomable frustration and annoyance that this entire thing is.

❛  Prejudice in the wizarding world isn’t restricted to muggles, but also to race in general, so Athena has always experienced even more scrutiny than is fair.  We’ll be building my alliance with her slowly, which means that while she and I are allies through your house, our… personal history puts her in a difficult position.  ❜

          At this, Harry can’t help but feel indignant. Just when he thinks that muggles are already terrible in how they separate people by the color of their skin that they’ve waged wars, it’s also in the wizarding world? He’s always been aware of the unfair treatment because of it, but to see and hear it first hand in a world he calls home, well, it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. But then, this entire thing of pureblood versus anything that’s related to the “purity” of blood has always made him angry. What’s more, just because of her past connections with Sirius has to make it harder for her to keep that connection? To make her last in their alliance together when she ought to be one of the first?

          ❝That’s not fair!❞ Harry finds the passionate words come out without intention, wanting to properly form words before he speaks, but ah, it’s a little late now. It’s easier sometimes when he takes a moment to pause and think about the words to come out, but in this case, he can only see how hard it must’ve been for Athena. Not only is she a woman, but because she’s Chinese, she has to face even more scrutiny and standards than any of the other women in the Wizengamot? Bloody hell. ❝She was the only one in that place that believed you were innocent—before I knew you were innocent! And that’s the reason why she’s not here? Here, with us?❞

          Only a teen and empathetic, Harry takes a minute to realize his outburst, and properly sits back down, having gotten up in his fury. He’s furious on Athena’s behalf, but he has no doubt Sirius is feeling much the same. He slumps back into the loveseat that he shares with Sirius, running a hand down his face before sitting up. ❝Sorry, Padfoot, but that’s just—that’s just so terrible that she has to go and deal with that by herself.❞ For the entirety of almost all of her adult life, in fact, that he wonders how is she even okay.

          Sirius shifts the conversation and Harry just now notices the tea and biscuits set on his side of the couch. Eager for a snack and tea, Harry copies Sirius in partaking as he listens.

          He sighs in relief, glad that Athena has Remus.

          After eating a whole biscuit and drinking some of the tea, careful not to burn his tongue, Harry turns to Sirius with the tea in his hands. ❝But, is there anything we can do to help her without us actually helping her?❞ Though, Harry has an idea, Sirius knows the finer details that involve the issues with Athena. After all, Athena has left the political lessons to Sirius that she hasn’t explained too much of her own situation and standing. He recollects the last meeting and thoughtfully frowns.

          ❝Why would the detractors be trying so hard now to contest her seat when she’s won and had her seat since years ago?❞ It’s not hard to remember the faces of the people there when she showed up, a woman who had the aura and presence that’s only matched by Sirius himself. Hm, is there something else he’s missing with all of this?

Artem Wing tag dump. winks @goldenloved​ because something something artem and marius snark? or would you rather be Artem and I can be Marius? :3

( artem // gallery. ) ( artem // drabble. ) ( artem // starter. ) ( artem // meme replies. ) ( artem // thread. ) ( artem // worldbuilding. ) ( artem // headcanon. )

verses. ( artem // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever current chapters / cards flexible. catch all verse tag for those outside of Tears of Themis and for winging it. ( artem // v.ii ) - takes place in his childhood. Selective, requires plotting. ( artem // v.iii ) - takes place anywhere from his young school years to college as he is studying for both his bar exam and advancement exam to becoming a Senior Attorney. ( artem // v.iv ) - takes place between chapters 1 - 5.

@yiqiannian​ asked: It’s as though she hasn’t seen him in awhile so when she jumps forward, Utau forgets her fears, forgets her worries, and is just happy to see him that she lunges forward to envelope Shouto in an embrace with her arms around his neck. A soft spoken and tearful murmur in his ear is all he hears, away from everyone else. “Shouto!”                     》unprompted! always welcome

    Skin still looking worse for wear, Shouto faced an uncertain future, with only one thing promised; Touya had to be stopped. If that meant he went down with him, so be it, but he wouldn’t leave this world without making good on that threat.

    He was told UA was to be their bunker, theirs to defend should the villains resurface. It’d been converted into a stronghold from his understanding, but with all of them there in one place, it seemed like overkill. Maybe that was the point. To put the citizen’s mind at ease in a world that only seemed to get worse as the days went by.

    Footsteps draw his attention from the ground before him, finding his arms full of someone. The familiar perfume hits him a second later as he realizes the bold young woman is Utau, much to his surprise. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he holds her there, raised off the ground as the momentum of her hug dissipates. Her voice catches him unawares, such a rarity that he’s hardly been blessed with ( nor does he believe himself worthy of hearing ). “Utau…” His heart leaps into his throat, too much on his mind to have any sort of meaningful conversation, “I missed you.”