#ch 336

[sunflowercider]

-chanting- train train train

#tged liveblog #ch 336 #TRAIN TIIIIIIME

[everyroronoazoro]

ah yes, a 17 year old boy, 19 year old guy, and an 8 year old

#one piece #roronoa zoro #arc: water 7 #ch: 336 #with: luffy #with: robin

[uozlulu]

Black Clover chapter 336 reaction and spoilers

I like that everyone is varying stages of grief, anger, and concern over Asta’s disappearance. It really underscores not only the gravity of the situation but also how far Asta’s come in his relationships with all of these people since they met. I also like how Nero, Noelle, and Mimosa also have prominence here.

We gain insight into how Nacht’s shadow magic works. It’s interesting that it can’t move freely through the ocean to anywhere in the world.

Yuno points out that there might be a rift between this world and the underworld, although I’m still curious how many devils escaped when the wege were open and just exist in the moral realm now. I’m also curious how far the wege extended throughout their planet. That said a rift is also likely especially since that’s how Liebe entered the mortal world years ago.

Yuno has some kind of injury to his left hand and arm. Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem to need constant elevation.

I’ve always liked that Yuno is the “chosen one.” He’s always leveling up and being put in difficult positions. It also wears on him like how he shifted his entire personality as a child when he realized how vulnerable Asta was with no magic during the pendant incident. It’ll be interesting to see how Yuno’s chosen one storyline continues now that Asta isn’t there especially since I think Asta’s disappearance is going to motivate Noelle, Mimosa and Nero to also grow stronger. It’ll be interesting to see if they become some kind of team in Asta’s absence or what choices they make to fill that void.

I am beyond excited for the end of this chapter. I cannot begin to convey to all of you how excited I am for this because this is something that I thought was only a far off hope or a movie plot. I mean look at the sand, look at the way the branches grow on the tree, and look at that outfit on the shadowy figure. Asta totally washed up on the shore of the Sun Kingdom (or Fire Country since it’s Hi no Kuni in Japanese). I would bet you anything. World building! Yami’s homeland! A chance for Asta to grow outside of Clover Kingdom! I am hyped. I am pumped. Even if it turns out to not be Sun Kingdom, I’m still hyped and pumped for Asta to have an opportunity to learn and grow outside of Clover especially since he wants to be a leader someday. I mean if there’s a Fire/Sun Kingdom then there’s probably an elemental themed group of countries where Yami’s from, but Asta ending up on a beach in the Sun Kingdom makes the most sense, though I am horribly biased about this. 

Not only that, but what I really like about this is that Beezelily sent Asta here so that could indicate that Sister Lily is in there somewhere and just might be able to be saved. I’m curious if sending him to Sun Kingdom was intentional or if there’s some kind of dimensional rift between the countries already. I mean it is possible Yami got to Clover Kingdom on a tsunami, but it’d be interesting if there’s some sort of natural mana reason or other. Though I wouldn’t need it explained.

I can’t wait to find out what awaits Asta next week. I’m so beyond ready to learn about countries outside of the Shuffle Kingdoms. I’m also ready to see the others grow and change because of everything that’s happened too. This arc is off to such a great start.

#ymmv #liveblog #manga liveblog #black clover manga liveblog #black clover manga spoilers #i'm reading ch 336 #black clover #theory #black clover theory #screaming #i love this manga so much

[system-to-the-madness]

Blessed (1/2)- Fushiguro Megumi x fem!Reader

SPOILERs for up to ch. 235 - canon complient until then Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x fem!Reader Genre: angst (Part 1), fluff (Part 2), hurt/comfort Word Count: 4 336 (Part 1) Warnings: death, injury, stitches, blood, pain Summary: The battle against Sukuna was won by Gojō, but now it’s up to you to save Megumi. Part Two

“Megumi!“

You stumbled through the rubble of what had once been Shinjuku. Pieces of debris were strewn around everywhere, blocking your path. Some you surrounded, some you climbed over, your heart beating painfully hard in your chest. What an irony, you thought bitterly that Megumi, whose name meant nothing other than “blessed”, had been subjected to all this torture.

The fight was over. Gojō-sensei had won over Sukuna. But Sukuna still possessed Megumi’s body. Your best friend Megumi, the one you had grown closer to than what you would call friendship at this point. It was days’ worth of sparing, study sessions in which you had sat close enough for his knee to press against yours, nights, when nightmares had driven him out of his bed, and he had come to seek comfort in yours. This was not simple friendship anymore, not the way you were friends with Yūji anyway. But you had never addressed it, and neither had he. Now it was too late.

Following the develepments of the battle on the observation screens, you had seen the damage Gojō-sensei had done to Sukuna. Now your only goal was to reach them before Megumi bled out.

There was a way to get rid of Sukuna, without killing Megumi. If you, or anyone else, had trusted your skills any earlier, you would have exorcised Sukuna from Yūji’s body like that. But now there was no time for doubts, not when Gojō-sensei’s energy was as good as drained, and Sukuna too weak to recover.

You had only a few very short minutes to manipulate Sukuna’s soul into healing Megumi’s injuries and then crumbling it to dust, killing Sukuna and hopefully keeping Megumi alive in the process. A few very short minutes before Sukuna would have gathered his strength again, and could wipe you out with less than the blink of an eye. A few very short minutes, before Gojō-sensei had the strength to do, what would be his only option: Kill Megumi to get rid of Sukuna forever.

You made it over a huge block of debris, slithering down its side, not caring about the way your trousers ripped, and the skin in your palms got torn open with your poor attempt to control your way down. But then Megumi’s motionless body came into view, and Gojō-sensei, standing only a few feet away from him.

“Megumi,” you called again, breathless, your voice an octave higher than usual, panicked.

Not paying the faintest thought to your teacher, you rushed towards Megumi, when suddenly Gojō-sensei’s pale hand shot forwards, grabbing your wrist. You halted, less from the resistance of his hand around yours, than the lack thereof. In the way Gojō’s fingers were holding onto you, you could tell just how weak he had become during the fight. He was shaking, barely enough strength left to keep his weak hold on your wrist, the cursed energy you usually had felt thrumming through him from several meters away was almost completely drained.

“Don’t-” he warned. Don’t get to close to him, we don’t know how strong he is. Don’t get too close to him, I don’t want you to get hurt.

The unspoken plea hung in the air between you, his blue eyes fixed on the back of your head as you stared at Megumi’s body, or what was left of it. His clothes were torn and bloody. Scratches and cuts and Sukuna’s violent, black marks littered his torso and arms and his beautiful face. His one hand was missing.

It felt, like all will to fight had suddenly left your body, seeing him like this. There was no way you could safe him. There was nothing you could do. You would have to let Gojō-sensei do what you had always feared would be the destiny that was bestowed upon Yūji: you had to let him execute Megumi so the world could get rid of Sukuna.

“Please-” Gojō’s voice tore through the haze that had begun dulling your senses. It was heavy with pain, weak with exhaustion. And enough to startle you back into the moment.

With a quick motion you drew your hand out of your teacher’s grasp, using more force than needed, putting a small amount of cursed energy into it too, just to spite Gojō, before you closed the last steps and dropped down beside the bruised and beaten body of the boy you held so close to your heart.

But it was not Megumi, who looked back at you. It was a dark and ancient evil, now temporarily too weak to protest, when you collected all your courage and reached out, pressing your palm against a bloody and sweaty forehead.

You felt Sukuna’s soul immediately. It recoiled at your touch, and while the skin under your fingers was almost freezingly cold, Sukuna’s soul burnt as hot as the centre of a star. It didn’t just burn though. It was burnt. You felt the wounds Gojō had inflicted, littered over the metaphysical body of Sukuna’s soul, felt the pain, the agony and terror he was in. The terror was not directed towards Gojō, whose soul you felt standing directly behind you. It was directed towards you, towards what you would be able to do to him.

At the realization of Sukuna’s fear of you, sudden confidence surged through your veins, and quickly you grabbed the remains of what once had been the most powerful sorcerer on earth.

Heal him. It was a command, spoken without words. A direct link from your soul to Sukuna’s, and when you opened your eyes, you saw how the first cuts on Megumi’s familiar face began closing. You forced Sukuna’s last energy into healing that which he had destroyed, and to keep him from dying before Megumi was fully healed, you fed into the healing process with your own cursed energy, acting like a battery for the tool Sukuna had become in your goal to restore Megumi’s body. You felt the sorcerer’ soul wring and whimper under the control you held over it, the sensation not unfamiliar from all the times you had done it with curses before, but even now you felt the power which Sukuna had once held. The part of you that was not glowing white with rage, the part of you, which you had inherited from ancestors so long ago that they had shared food with dinosaurs, this part cowered in fear. But you didn’t. You squeezed tighter, tasting blood on your tongue and the pain and fear Sukuna was radiating. It took you a moment to understand that the blood you tasted was your own, a nosebleed from the sudden exhaustion of draining your cursed energy into healing Megumi.

The unexpected touch of a hand on your shoulder startled you, but not enough to lose focus on the task at hand. You knew it was Gojō, you had felt the same touch hundreds of times, whenever he placed his hand on your shoulder to reprimand you or to calm you down. But you would not be reprimanded this time, would not calm down. Not until Sukuna had healed Megumi, not until Sukuna was dead, not until your friend was safe.

But the scolding you expected never came. Instead, you felt Gojō-sensei pouring his cursed energy into you, fuelling the process you had started. You did not dare look, but from the strain it put on your body, you knew, Megumi’s hand had probably about halfway grown back already. With Gojō-sensei acting as a second power source the process sped up dramatically, while you made sure to keep complete control over Sukuna, who began begging, pleas you only felt, as your soul had tapped into his, holding him down and making sure he was always just one last drop of cursed energy away from crumbling entirely. It felt strange, feeling the now drained power of Sukuna on the one end, and Gojō’s seemingly endless but weakened energy on the other. You felt like a threat in a lightbulb docked into a socket with too much voltage, just a second away from burning out.

“Yūji, leave.”

Gojō’s voice sounded far away, dimmed, like you had cotton in your ears, and the voice that answered, not at all louder, but unmistakably Yūji’s was as stubborn as you felt.

“Are you going to kill Sukuna?”

There was a pause you wanted to fill, wished you had the resources left to tell Yūji: What do you think we’re doing here? Cuddling?

But you were too weak. All your focus was on Sukuna healing Megumi, and slowly but surely the realization that this might very well kill you settled in. You had always expected to be scared in the face of death, but you had evaded it so many times now, and dying to kill the worst evil in history, dying to save your friend, that sounded like a fair way to go out.

It was Gojō who eventually answered.

“He’s never gonna kill anybody ever again.”

“How do I help?”

The moment a second hand, smaller and warmer than the first, landed on your other shoulder, you felt like the threat in the lightbulb you were, started glowing, dangerously close to burning out all at once. A few seconds later you could feel the strange smoothness that told you Megumi’s body had been completely healed, and instead focused you last conscious thoughts on one thing and one thing alone: Crushing Sukuna’s soul.

But this was not your job to do. It hadn’t been you, whose life had been turned upside down by Sukuna.

“Yūji-“

It was but a gasp that left your lips but Yūji understood nonetheless. While healing Megumi, Sukuna had been the tool that had been handled by you, with Gojō and Yūji acting as batteries for cursed energy. Now it was you, who would be handled by Yūji as the tool to destroy Sukuna, Gojō continuing to fuel you, even though you could feel that he was reaching his limit. You had stepped over yours a long time ago, and you knew that you would have to pay a high price for it.

Sukuna’s soul began shivering underneath the burned flesh of the wounds Gojō had inflicted. Its pleas turned into threats and then into screams. You felt Yūji’s grip on Sukuna tightening, felt the force with which he closed his wrist around the curse and squeezed, squeezed, squeezed.

Your body was burning up with the pain Sukuna radiated. You felt it all, felt his consciousness wither and crumble as Yūji used your abilities to wring the life from him, felt the fear, the anger, the rage in Sukuna. The part of you that always believed in the good in people tried searching for anything that might bring Sukuna comfort in his last seconds. But you came up empty, there was nothing in his soul but the endless darkness.

You knew your nose was dripping blood down your face, tasted the iron on your tongue, knew your screams were piercing the eerie silence of the destroyed Shinjuku as your body reacted to what your soul was subjected to-

And then it was over. With one deafening crush that nobody could hear but you, Sukuna was dead.

You had felt souls dying countless times before. Sometimes they sizzled out, like the last embers of a bonfire that got extinguished with a glass of water, other times they popped like a balloon pricked with a needle. But Sukuna's soul was different. It started contracting, pulling in, further and further, like a neutron star that began collapsing in on itself. The moment you began feeling the pull of it, you knew what was to follow. Exactly like with the astronomical object, Sukuna's soul would collapse and collapse until it suddenly would invert and instead blow up, not on a physical but a metaphysical scale, the level on which your soul was connected to Sukuna’s. And when his soul blew up like a supernova, it would take all souls connected to it along with it. That meant Megumi's soul, which was still buried in his body somewhere, that meant your soul. That also meant Gojō-sensei's and Yūji’s souls; since you had tapped into theirs to be able to process their cursed energy.

You knew the explosion was inevitable, and you knew that there was no time to draw back from what just a split second ago had been Sukuna. If you did nothing, everyone would die. You had lost too much already; you couldn't lose your only friends and your teacher too. So you did the only thing you could think off in that split second that was left between the moment of Sukuna's death and the inevitable supernova: You wrapped around the collapsing soul, hoping that when it blew up, you would absorb enough of the set free energy to protect the others.

For a moment an unwelcome voice asked what Megumi would say when he woke up and realized that you had sacrificed your life for his, Yūji’s and your teacher’s. He'd be devastated, especially after what had happened to his sister. You wondered if what Yūji had told you all these hours ago held any truth at all. Just before Gojō-sensei had gone to face off against Sukuna, Yūji had told you that Megumi had confessed to having fallen in love with you. Was that true, did Megumi really cared for you? What would have been different, if you had not been too much of a coward to hide your feelings from him and instead had been honest? Would he have reciprocated your feelings? Would that have changed the outcome of this fight?

The remains of Sukuna's soul grew heavier and heavier, shrinking and increasing in density, and you tightened your hold around it. You could feel that it was almost over, and as scared and in pain as you were, you tried reaching out to Megumi's soul. You felt it lingering, somewhere deep, buried away, still passive, and asleep, oblivious to the battle that raged on, that was almost over now.

You sent a thought to Megumi, not sure if he could perceive it, that you had always admired him, and that you wished you could have saved not just him, but his sister too. And yourself. For his sake. You waited for an echo, a reply of any sort, but his soul stayed quiet, a deep blue, darker even than his mesmerizing eyes, cold, untouchable, and unaware. If your soul could have sighed, it would have.

You had tried. Maybe Yūji would tell Megumi eventually about what you had confessed to him when you had been watching the ongoing fight. He had noticed your hands clenching so hard into your seat, that your nails had almost splintered, had picked up on the way your eyes followed Sukuna as if you could kill him and save Megumi by merely looking at him through the screen. And when he had asked, quietly under his breath if what you felt for Megumi was love not on a platonic but a romantic level, you had not denied. Maybe he would share his knowledge when everything was over, when your soul had absorbed all of  the energy set free by Sukuna's death and got torn to pieces. When the others got saved, when Megumi woke up. If Megumi woke up. Right now, his soul was but a deep blue hole of pain and unconsciousness.

And then there was a stir, a shimmer of bright blue in the deep, as if your thoughts had reached him, like waking from a deep dream, Megumi's soul began to shift and shimmer and-

It was over quicker than your quickened perception could follow. One moment Sukuna had been there, the next he was dead, the remains of his soul collapsing and your soul wrapping around it to protect the others, all in the fraction of a split second, and then there was nothing left but the searing pain of your soul getting blown away by what once had been Sukuna.

-

People were hurrying past left and right, dizzying Megumi, and if he hadn’t known his way around Shinjuku station, he would have been hopelessly lost. Annoyed he furrowed his brows, stepping out of the way of an old man, who almost had run into him. How did Gojō imagine Megumi could find this new student with no further specification of the meeting place than “Shinjuku Station”? The station was bigger than a small village, tunnels leading to the subway and connecting subway stations into all directions, several million people passing through each day.

Megumi stepped closer to a column, getting on his tiptoes, and trying to look over the crowd. How was he supposed to find someone who he didn’t even know what they liked like in a place like this? Where would he go if he had been new to Tokyo and thrust into this situation? A pit began growing in Megumi’s stomach as he realised, he would be completely and entirely lost. What kind of evil prank was Gojō trying to pull on that new student, sending them into one of the biggest stations in the world with the promise to get picked up, only for them to realise earlier or later that without a more precise meeting point they’d be lost in the maze that was Shinjuku station. And beyond the exits of it waited Tokyo, vast with its skyscrapers, the busy streets and the crowds of people who all seemed to know exactly where they were going. Gojō really didn’t seem very set on making a good first impression.

Megumi pushed away from the pillar he had leant against and let himself drift away in the crowd. He was not sure where he was going, just following wherever his feet seemed determined to carry him. His eyes skipped over the people before him, those pushing past, those following their daily routine in the morning buzz of the city. Sudden doubt overcame him, but instead of stopping and turning into another direction, he kept walking, following an instinct his brain could not decipher.

A pair of eyes met his, and confused Megumi stopped in his track, just as the other person, a young woman, about his age, had done. Other people streamed past him and her as they stared at each other from a distance, the eye contact again and again interrupted by the other commuters walking between them. It felt like half an eternity that Megumi was frozen in place in the middle of Shinjuku station, taking in the features of the girl who was staring back at him. Even from afar he could make out the sparkle in her eyes, that now doubtfully observed him. Strands of hair were sticking out from underneath the hat she wore to keep warm on the cold December morning. The scarf around her neck matched the hat and underlined her features gently. She was beautiful, Megumi noted, but not in the traditional, socially celebrated sense, but rather in a timeless sense, as if she could be thrown in any era and always be considered beautiful, a quiet, unintrusive beauty.

Eventually it was her, who took the first step, breaking the strange moment of contemplation they had shared. Megumi met her in the middle, only stopping when they stood almost chest to chest to not drift apart in the crowd.

“Are you Gojō Satoru,” she asked, having to speak loudly over the murmur of the station. “I was told, I’d get picked up by him…”

Her voice was soothing, Megumi thought, the vowels softly rolling of her tongue, and for a moment he was so focused on the sound of her voice, that he almost didn’t answer her question.

Quickly finding back into the moment, he shook his head.

“Gojō-sensei is my teacher. I’m Fushiguro Megumi,” he introduced himself. “I’m in my third year of middle school, but I’ll start at the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Senmon Gakkō in April.”

The girl in front of him nodded, her features softening into what he realised was relief. Apparently she had been just as stressed about finding him here in Shinjuku as he had imagined her to be.

“I’m (y/n),” she answered. “I think we’re going to start Jujutsu High together. It’s nice to meet you. And thank you so much for coming to pick me up.”

She bowed, and Megumi could not help but notice how precise the gesture was, like straight from a schoolbook. Whoever had educated her, must have been very proud of what a diligent student she seemed to be.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Megumi replied, answering her gesture of a bow with one of his own. Except he was aware that his execution of the same was not nearly as neat as hers. “I’m sorry Gojō-sensei didn’t specify the meeting place any further.”

“I must admit, I did feel a little lost,” she laughed, the sound making Megumi steal a glance at her. She was even more beautiful when she smiled. “But you found me in the end, so it’s all good.”

Megumi nodded, quickly averting his eyes from her face as not to make her uncomfortable with the way he had been watching her laugh. “Right,” he agreed, only half convinced, and determined to have a word with his guardian later about how to plan meeting spots. “Let me help you with your luggage.”

He quickly reached for the handle of the suitcase she had pulled to her side, a travel bag wrapped around the handle, while she carried a smaller backpack over her shoulder.

“Oh, that’s fine, please don’t bother,” she denied, but Megumi shook his head.

“You must’ve had a long journey, please-“

She glanced up at him, before hesitantly letting go of the handle of the suitcase, letting Megumi take a hold of it instead. The plastic was still warm where her fingers had wrapped around it.

“We need to go this way,” he gestured, but as he took the first step into the direction of the train line that would carry him and the girl out of the heart of the city and closer towards Jujutsu High, a sudden pain ignited around his left wrist, and with a hiss he let go of the handle of your suitcase. Irritated he looked down on his hand, try to spot the cause of the pain, then the handle of the suitcase. But the suitcase was gone, and so was the crowd of commuters.

Furrowing his brows in alarm, he looked up. The people were gone, only leaving him and you, you who he knew so much better than he had that first day he had come to pick you up from the train station. At his side you were dressed in the school uniform of Jujutsu High, your hands tightened into tense fists, but unlike his gaze, yours was not flitting around the suddenly empty station, the white ceiling, the colourful markings for the different train and subway lines. Your gaze was instead fixed entirely on him.

“Megumi-” your voice was urgent, laced with panic and desperation. Quickly Megumi turned to you, instinctively closing the distance between you and placing both hand at your shoulders. Another wave of pain raced through his left hand, but this time he ignored it, distracted by the look on your face, one of pain and sadness.

“What’s wrong,” he asked, bending down closer to your face, as if he could read the answer to his question in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’m sorry for all you had to go through, for not having gotten rid of Sukuna any earlier, for not having been able to save Tsumiki, for-”

“What are you talking about,” he asked, gently shaking you, hoping to tear you out of whatever trance you had fallen into all of a sudden.

“I’m so sorry, Megumi,” you repeated, tears rising into your eyes.

Panic was slowly but surely taking over Megumi. Why were you crying? None of the things you said made any sense! What was he supposed to do now? Should he hug you? Continue to ask what was wrong?

But before he could decide, another lightning of pain shot through his hand, so strong this time, that he stumbled back and clutched it to his chest. When he looked back up at you, your appearance had changed again. Your hair was dishevelled now, its shimmer dimmed with dust. Scratches littered your face, all of them angry and red, and fresh blood was running out of your nose, dripping from your lips. Your eyes were bloodshot, your clothes torn in places and dusty, your jacket stained with drops of blood..

“(Y/n),” Megumi gasped, stepping forwards again, wanting to take hold of you, but this time you were faster, grabbing his lower arms instead.

“You need to wake up.”

Irritated Megumi shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

“Megumi,” the urgency in your voice was so thick, Megumi felt like he could cut it with a knife. “You need to wake up.”

Your voice echoed back from the walls, seeming to grow louder, joined by another voice, a familiar voice, one Megumi had been not sure he would ever hear again. Hopefully he lifted his eyes away from your face, looking up and down the empty corridor in search for Gojō, whose voice had joined the echoes of yours in their strange plea. But the hallway was empty except for you and Megumi, so he turned back to you.

Up close he could see the dark circles under your eyes, how fallen in your cheeks were, how your skin seemed to have lost all its glow. He leant in, intending to wrap his arms around you. He wanted to help, he wanted to wipe that look of despair off your face, but you held him at an arm’s length instead.

“You need to wake up,” you repeated. “Wake up.”

Part Two

#fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x you #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi x reader #megumi x reader angst #megumi x reader fluff #megumi x you #megumi x you fluff #megumi x you angst #hurt/comfort #fix it fic

[pikahlua]

[MASTERPOST] My Hero Academia Spoilers/Manga Translations Part 2

Continued from Part 1 here.

Ch. 359

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Ch. 354

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Ch. 352 (full chapter)

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Ch. 348 (clarification on Izuku’s response to Toga)

Ch. 348 (first three pages complete)

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Ch. 336 Part 1

Ch. 336 Part 2

Ch. 336: The MHA 336 leak(???) translated

Ch. 335

Ch. 334

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Ch. 332

Ch. 330

Ch. 329

Ch. 327 (but only the first three pages)

Ch. 326

Ch. 325

Ch. 324

Ch. 322: What Katsuki needs to say

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Ch. 318 Part 1

Ch. 318 Part 2

Ch. 318 Part 3

Ch. 310 Translation Notes

Ch. 302 Translation Notes

Ch. 290-291 Dabi’s broadcast translation

Ch. 284 Translation Notes

#mha manga translations #mha spoilers #my hero academia leak translations #anime only friendly #linguistics fun #masterpost #meta index

[skydragonclouds]

Why All for One is Izuku’s Father part 8 — “The face reveal of All for One/Hisaishi Midoriya from MHA Ch. 336”

IMO, he looks, indeed, like he could be the father to Izuku Midoriya. Like he’s a grown-up version of Izuku. The hair is just shorter, but still unruly and in the exact same style as Izuku’s — also, it’s shaded white and grayish silver while Izuku’s is green and black. Keep in mind that Izuku has NEVER seen the face of All for One; but he does know (or should know?) what Hisaishi Midoriya looks like. Imagine this confrontation coming up…

#dad for one #all for one is izuku’s dad #all for one is hisashi #dfo theory #my hero academia #all for one #all for one is hisashi midoriya #dad for one theory #mha 363 #mha 363 spoilers #mha spoilers #mha leaks

[kikaikitai]

Recom Files ch.9: Masks On

As the team masks up to head to Bridgehead, Fike is checked on by a friend. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46198243/chapters/130634092

WC: 336

Tags: clones, slice of life, character study Recom Files is a collection of vignettes exploring First Recom Unit life.

#recoms #avatar recoms #avatar the way of water #recom fike #recom ja #fic

[hellishtodorokifamily]

Translation references - Masterpost

Collecting posts about translation comparisons of the different Todoroki family chapters / scenes

Source: pikahlua

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Ch. 302 Translation Notes

Ch. 290-291 Dabi’s broadcast translation

Ch. 284 Translation Notes

Source: todomitukei

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#translation #masterpost #translations masterpost

[gabee-arts]

Yuno Grinberryall

Manga: Black clover [ch.336]

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#coloring #manga coloring #black clover #yuno grinberryall #bc spoilers

[ghostbkg]

Haikyuu Book Club Week 10: 336 - 340

Udai Tenma vs. "It's just a club"

an important part of haikyuu is the debate over whether volleyball is just a club. tsukishima and kenma are two characters who (for most of the story) didn't consider volleyball to be all that important to them. kenma didn't even think it was particularly fun to play. on the other hand, we have characters like hinata and kageyama to whom volleyball means everything. it's pretty much the foundation of their identity as people. i don't think these two could even imagine a future without volleyball. especially hinata, whose main goal it is to stay on the court for as long as he possibly can.

to him, it was obvious that the player he looked up to all his life would feel the same way about volleyball. of course he would become a professional player after high school.

except, udai tenma didn't do that. he quit volleyball. it's not that he suddenly stopped liking volleyball. there were just other things he liked more. it also doesn't change the fact that he loved playing volleyball in high school.

but does quitting volleyball mean that it was "just a club" to him after all? that's hard to say. it does open up the question of what "just a club" even means, though. does that refer to an activity you do after school just to pass time? is it something you attend every day without it causing any sort of emotion in you, simply because you have nothing better to do?

exemplified in the arcs we have seen tsukishima and kenma go through, i think it's safe to say that none of the characters in haikyuu feel that way about volleyball. it seems almost impossible to be entirely indifferent towards the sport, to your team. volleyball is about forming connections at its core. you cannot join a team and leave it without at the very least having formed bonds with your teammates.

so, i don't think volleyball can ever be "just a club" in that sense to the characters in haikyuu. it's about making friends and having fun, about having fun with your friends. what you're going to do in the future doesn't really matter - whether you will continue to play volleyball for a professional team or a neighborhood association or maybe quit altogether - playing volleyball is about being in the moment, about making sure to connect with the ball and the next player on the court. those moments that make you realize volleyball is fun won't ever disappear, no matter what you decide to do in the future.

udai tenma is a character that shows us that it's okay for our passions to change. it's okay for something to be "just a phase," to be "just a hobby." it doesn't take away from the passion you once felt for it, or the joy it brought you.

manga panels of udai and hinata's conversation in ch.338 :)

#anyway can you tell i love udai tenma #i couldn't really find a real conclusion to this. it feels unfinished but i ran out of things to say #then again i wasted all my brain cells on maths homework #i procrastinated so much bc of the new pokemon game and thus i am once again behind on homework even tho i'd almost caught up T-T #i'm glad i managed to make a post at all. kudos to me #i might make more posts tmrw bc i had like. a LOT of thoughts #haikyuubookclub #haikyuubookclubweek10 #hq!! #udai

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REI OOGURO - EDEN NO ORI

character: rei ooguro series: eden no ori icon count: 336 (ch.41 - END)

taken from official manga scans only. cleaned and slightly edited.

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#q. #rei ooguro icons #cage of eden icons #eden no ori icons #manga icons #manga rp icons #rp icons #gender: female #skin tone: dark #hair color: dark #age: adult

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An Aoyama Fan's Nightmare

By: helloiamadrawer

POV: You're a normal Aoyama fan/simp that just experienced the news of him being the traitor, enjoy

You couldn't believe it. You thought it would never be true since it was shoved in the very crevice of your mind. The certain theory of the U.A traitor was nothing but a little nuisance to you, an Aoyama fan. Of all the screen time he had in episode after episode in My Hero Academia it's always made you think

'Maybe the reason why he's acting weird is because he's socially awkward and he just wanted a friend'

But then a few of the scenes you have previously watched made your mind backtrack. The USJ attack and the training camp being destroyed for some odd reason. And it hit you with questionable concern and mysterious vibes. You reeled back through every animation frame, he wasn't there. But while the training camp arc came to it's turning point you saw Aoyama being encountered by Dabi. It sparked a uncertain feeling in you but you assumed it was nothing, thinking Aoyama could never do anything wrong like that.

Until...

Now you were in the present day of the 2nd of December, your eyes on your phone screen staring at the first article that Chrome recommended for you reading:

'Yuga Aoyama, U.A Traitor REVEALED Boku No Hero Academia Ch. 336'

No, it was not your mind nor your orbs of vision that was deceiving you. It was the images that were set before you when you clicked on said article. Yuga Aoyama crying waterfalls of tears in despair and flashbacks when he was a child...quirkless and afraid of being different from the other people with quirks. Now ever since you admired him for quite some time,you have wondered how he would look if he was crying and it almost made you cry every time. But this time, tears formed in your eyes as the Twitter posts of the manga revealing his tragic story of being in the clutch of All For One.

'No. No, it can't be. He just... CAN'T. How could he? Why, why, why?'

Your brain is swirling with questions and your eyes have yet not deceived you again. You couldn't get it through your mind, the thought is becoming too much. It's a scenario in your where there's a foggy patch of field and you're running across it, your feet pounding on the grassy ground never slowing down. You are running from something but that something is just a thought but a controversial thought that you assumed would never come true. Then, you start to slowly run out of breath and fall to the ground crying. Tears were rolling from your face. You wanted to scream from the top of your lungs in agony and not care if anybody heard you. But in real life, all you could do is bury your head in your arms and sob from all the times you crafted images of Aoyama in your head. Fantasizing about him sometimes. He was just too pretty to be destroyed by such intense and reckless feelings.

Well, there you were re-reading the article again to understand more. You have now known that the Shining Hero was the traitor because he was FORCED to by AFO since he gave him a quirk and made him enroll into U.A for Midoriya's quirk One for All. And that made you want to cry even more but you now had no energy to cry so you were just whining. As the days go by you were now on the manga always anticipating when the next chapter comes out because who knows when Aoyama may or may not die. This was no good dream that was coming true. No this was

EVERY AOYAMA FAN'S NIGHTMARE.

Word count: 2.5k

#aoyama #mha #aoyama yuga #boku no hero academia #chapter 343 #izuku mydoria #drawerfics💯

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Someone told me one tiny tiny ch 336 spoiler and I am almost literally vibrating. This is something I wanted from the story but never thought I’d actually get. I cannot believe it. I will not believe it until I see it with my own eyes on Sunday but if it’s true I am beyond excited.

Actually it’s two things I wanted from the story for a long time now that I think about it. Two things. omg omg omg omg. Sunday Sunday Sunday Sundayyyyyyyyyyyy

#screams #i hope it's true #there's a chance it is not #but if it is i am beyond here for this #[bangs fists on table] spoiler spoiler spoiler spoiler #ymmv #black clover manga spoilers #black clover

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Funny update https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/deception/e-70-ch-9-pages-336-340/viewer?title_no=315238&episode_no=81

#art #mystery #leviathan #deception #deceptioncomic #digital art #artists on tumblr #blu #webcomic #ad

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A neuroscientist explains why MAGA supporters refuse to accept Trump's 91 felony charges

Cognitive challenge of disbelief

"Disbelief, it turns out, is cognitively demanding. It requires more mental effort than simply accepting a statement as true."

"Recognizing that belief, in many ways, is the brain's default mode rather than a conscious choice, can serve as the first step in this cerebral revolution."

"In conclusion, the unwavering belief in Trump, despite the felony charges against him, is not solely a political matter but, for some, a manifestation of our brain's intrinsic tendencies. Understanding this cognitive dynamic is pivotal in addressing the challenges posed by misinformation and fostering a more critical and discerning society."

READ MORE A neuroscientist explains why MAGA supporters refuse to accept Trump's 91 felony charges (msn.com)

a George Carlin explanation about Dems and Repubs:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cw9WnLvA1dY/?igshid=MWZjMTM2ODFkZg==

READ MORE https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com/p/september-11-2023/comments

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9-11 Sounds of Silence Disturbed rendition

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Jackson Browne’s 1986 Til I Go Down https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bmzimxfqgfw

Thom Hartmann's latest

Alan Jackson - Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)

#music video #Heather Cox Richardson #George Carlin #Trump #Thom Hartmann #Youtube

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Ch 336 page 10

#one piece #volume 35 #Water 7