#lil quick animation from a while ago!

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ꨄ︎『Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader』ꨄ︎

Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

Summary: You shouldn't have left your phone out in the open bestie because now Toji just discovered his cute lil gf has a big slutty imagination and that means you're really in for it ❤︎ . CW: daddy/dilf kinks, humiliation, backshots, outdoor sex, toys, voyerism, breeding, overstimulation, lots of mentions of various kinks, light spanking, light spit play, meta concepts WK: 4.2k Black fem reader coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Y’all can blame my forgetting to take my adhd meds and my hangover yesterday for this one. I was laying on my bathroom floor regretting life choices, waiting on McDs Doordash and thinking up outlines for kinktober when this popped into my head. I thought it would be a quick drabble like 1k words to help my writers block with the "Bumpy Ride" Geto fic but lord knows I can't write shit under 3k, who am I foolin? I don’t even have a song inspo for how spontaneous and random this shit was lmfao but I still had to do a graphic for this one regardless (editing those notifications were hell). Edit- I lied the song inspo is: Girls Need Love Remix - Summer Walker ft. Drake.

Enjoy!

Imagine you are dating Toji and he finds out you secretly write Tumblr smut fics on the low. 

He comes over to your apartment one night after one of his ‘jobs’ ran late. He has a key, but is wondering where the hell you are as you usually greet him at the door. Going into your bedroom, he finally hears you in adjoining bathroom shower. 

Toji begins to strip down in order to join you but he barely has his shirt off before he notices your phone blowing up. 

Picking your phone up off the bed he sees 206 notifications from an app called “Tumblr”. 

Toji has no fucking clue what the hell a Tumblr is but his jealously starts to soar. He already made your ass go private on Instagram and deleted your Tiktok dances. He got tired of threatening every loser who tried to slide in your DMs or even leave a comment for that matter. 

Imagine his surprise when he unlocks your phone (of course he had made you give him the password) and instead he finds out his new vanilla-as-fuck girlfriend is actually a kinky cockwhore who loves writing character x reader stories about fictional men plugging any n' every one of her holes. Sometimes it was multiple men simultaneously, with their massive cocks bullying your readers until you had them crying. Not to mention them fucking you absolutely stupid in every scenario imaginable, with a huge daddy kink/love of dilfs to top it all off. 

Y/N clearly has type, Toji thought smugly as he saw some art on your page of these animated dilfs that looked similar to him.

But goddamn, some of this shit even he hasn’t considered doing with you yet. Honestly, he’s been holding himself back for your sake as you had been pretty shy at first. His sweet naive little college girl, yet here you were a filthy closeted slut this entire time. 

Tsk, Y/N been holding out on me, eh?

At this point you were probably a bigger freak than he was, he mused with an arched brow as he scrolled through what you called your ‘masterlist’.

It was nothing but a collection of pure unadulterated filth. 

More than anything though while going through your Tumblr, Toji is rather impressed at how popular you are. He reads your intro post where you deem yourself the ‘Self-proclaimed DILF Smut Queen’ and an evil grin appears on his face.

Toji abandons his plans to join you in the shower and he waits for you on your bed while he links-surfs through more of your so-called fics, drabbles and thirsts.

You made your own little pictures to go along with your dirty stories too? Aw, what a sneaky yet talented little whore he had. 

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When you finally exit the shower, wrapped only in a big fluffy white towel and your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you are surprised to see Toji sitting shirtless on your bed. 

Toji had promised to be here hours ago. He never even sent a text saying he would be late and you’ve been bored waiting for him all evening so he could give you some of the attention you've been craving. 

Your body is already warm from the shower and your legs rub together as you are already feeling a bit horny just seeing him bare chested.

Walking toward the bed you are eager to go pounce on his lap. That is, until you see it’s your phone he’s scrolling through again without your permission.

You loudly sigh which made his head snap up to look at you.

You’re so ready to tell him off again and remind him your Insta is still private and you only use TikTok to mindlessly scroll, not post dance videos anymore when gives you a dangerous look.

You stop dead in your tracks.

Your eyes grow wide as saucers as you recognize what he’s actually looking at when waves your phone around tauntingly in his hands. 

No.No.No. Not this. Please god, not this!

But your worst fears are confirmed when he starts reading aloud with a huge shit eating grin. 

“You moaned loudly as you threw your head back and bucked against him hungrily. You knew you had to finish quickly unless you wanted his wife to come home to discover the babysitter on top of her husband, making a mess all over his face. His thick tongue lapped into your drenched folds and he spread your puffy pussy lips wider to suck and nip at your swollen clit….” 

Your mouth was agape in shock. You were a deer in headlights.

A million and one thoughts raced through your mind as Toji continued on. He swiped over to the next one, this time a daddy and breeding kink drabble.

“Or how ‘bout… ‘Take it all like the good little slut you are for daddy, Y/N’. ‘N-No daddy, please I can’t cum anymore!’ You babbled as you succumbed to the overstimulation of him ruthlessly breeding your stretched cunt and filling you as you squirted on his dick for the fifth time that night…” 

You could only continue to stand there and gawk at him. This couldn’t actually be happening to you right now.

“Ya really wrote all this nasty shit, Y/N?” Toji teased while still looking at your phone as he found more of your filthy smut to read aloud to you despite the horrified expression on your face.

You of course had written all that ‘nasty shit’ but most of it was before you started dating him, breaking a long dry spell.

You really weren’t one to run the streets and sleep around but you had some kinky ass fantasies and you not getting any action had you needing to express them somehow.

It’s not like you didn’t eventually plan to open up and share a few of your kinks with Toji down the line. But this was a relatively new relationship and Toji was still a bit intimidating to you. Even though Toji treated you with way more care and concern than he did anyone else you’ve seen him interact with, you still had an insecure fear that he would reject you for a few of your kinks. 

Your last boyfriend had called you a weirdo for wanting to call him daddy in bed, so you resolved then to no longer share that part of you.

Hell, not even your IRL friends knew what you got up to. Only the Tumblr followers and moots, who you all shared peaceful anonymity with, were familiar with you and your writing.

Fuck. You had finally found the perfect DILF daddy too, you didn't want to scare him away. 

You cursed yourself for even opening Tumblr earlier. You did so out of restlessness waiting on his ass to come over. You just were going to read a few fics before you realized you had a story in your drafts you never posted that just needed to be proofread.

Wanting to kill time you decided to edit and post it on a whim, not knowing the mess it would be getting you into now. 

“Earth to, Y/N.” Toji snapped his fingers, interrupting your thoughts.

"Where did my perverted baby’s little mind go off to now, huh? So obsessed with being ruined by imaginary cocks you can’t even respond to your own daddy.”

You could have combusted on the spot as you were sure there was more steam coming off you from embarrassment than from the hot shower you had just taken. 

But wait– wtf, your frazzled mind just connected the fact Toji had referred to himself as your daddy. 

Those words sinking in made your entire body tingle. Your pulse quickened as you chewed your bottom lip and fidgeted with the edge of your towel.

Was he also into this?

The fact was Toji was very into this and you were about to find out just how much he was.

Enjoying your reactions fully, Toji stood up and made his way toward you with a crazed look on his face.

“You’ve written 96 pieces of filth Y/N…”

He inched closer and you instinctively moved back. Every fiber of your body sensing the danger in front of you. You wondered if this is how the targets of his ‘jobs’ felt when he approached them. Toji never lied to you about what he did for work but you never felt like you were his prey, until now.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, have you nothing to say for y’erself, princess?” 

“I-I-I-”, you stumble over your own words. This was all way too much, way too fast, for you to process in order to say anything coherent back to him.

“I-I-I-” Toji mocked your pathetic tone, an evil grin back on his face. 

“Lost your words, Y/N?”

Your body instinctively keeps moving back to keep distance between the two of you as he continues to advance on you.

“But you have so many words to say here, isn’t that right slut?”

Toji toyed with your phone in his hand, spinning it around.

“Slut. That’s what you liked to be called in these stories, eh? The dirty slutty whore with a sloppy cunt just ready to slime all over her daddy’s cock, yeah?”

You gulped as your back hit the glass of your bedroom balcony door with a ‘thud’. You had no more room to run while Toji closes in on you.

He pressed both of his massive hands against the glass as they framed your head, his body hovering over you. You couldn’t help but notice how much bigger than you he was as his frame enveloped you and blocked out the rest of the room. You were trapped.

Too nervous to look him in the eyes, you settled for his chest and Toji’s muscles flexed tantalizingly under your gaze. You lost yourself for a moment as the familiar scent of his heady masculine musk invaded your senses.

Your eyes roamed lower and lower before resting on the bulge beneath his sweats and you softly pant. 

“You’re staring at my dick like you want me to stuff that pretty little throat cunny of yours full. You aren’t making good use of your mouth right now anyway Y/N, might as well see how much of me it can fit.”

You looked away from him completely but that only ignites Toji's flames more.

“Look me in the eyes little girl...” Toji’s hand roughly grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together as he brought his face closer to yours.

“This shy act won’t cut it anymore, slut.”

His intensity was overwhelming you. Various emotions threaten to bubble to the surface as you squirm in his grasp and your eyes become glossy with tears.

“You didn’t think you finally had a man who would be into this wild ass shit, now did you?”

You wanted to question him further but you felt your gravity shift as the balcony door whipped open behind you. Toji ripped off the towel covering you as you practically tumbled backwards onto the small landing buttass naked.

The crisp fall night air hits your dampened skin giving you goosebumps. You shiver and immediately drop down in a crouch to cover yourself. 

“T-Toji!! Are you insane?!” You gasped at him in a hushed tone, your silence finally broken. 

Promptly, you scan the seemingly deserted neighborhood streets through the railing for any sign of movement or signal that someone else was outside.

To your relief there was no one in sight.

Thankfully this was a relatively quiet neighborhood and no one was ever really out at this time of night. Nevertheless the shock of it all was sending your nerves into overdrive.

“Toji my ass bitch. It’s daddy to you moving forward–,” he roared jerking you up off the ground, “–and we are going to do every single fucking thing your slutty mind has ever fucking written starting NOW.” 

Your eyes darted as around him if you wanted to run back inside but there was no getting past his brutish build as he quickly slammed the door shut, shaking the frame.

Frankly, you didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified as you had written some depraved ass shit over the past year in the midst of your cockdrought. Some of it you had never even seriously thought of actually doing IRL. 

“Let’s start right ‘ere, eh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice the description of the place in your little balcony story matched your own?” 

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you recalled what you wrote in that particular smut fic.

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“A-AH! N-NOOO TOJI, W-WAIIIIIIIT!” You whined through gritted teeth. 

You tried (and failed) not to release any noises from the unrelenting backshots Toji was currently giving you as he folded you over the balcony railing. The tips of your toes barely rested on the cold floor as your ass bounced back into him and had your clit throbbing when his heavy balls smacked against the sensitive nub.

You had previously only fantasized about Toji being this rough with you, but now that it was actually happening for real you couldn’t think straight. Your lungs burned from sucking in the frosty night air and your cunt pulsed from his thick girth stretching you open. 

Shockwaves ran along your body with every cruel thrust of his hips. The force of it reduced your legs to jelly and you were sure you would have collapsed had he not had you suspended like you were, between him and the railing. 

Toji seemed both unfazed by the cold and your cries for mercy as he shushed you with a harsh spank. He enjoyed the way your fat ass rippled under his heavy hand in the moonlight so much he gave you a few more for good measure.

Your tits violently swayed over the edge as one of your hands grasped the railing for stability and the other held your phone in front of you. Toji was making you dictate your story for him as he reenacted the play by play assault on your cunt.  

The bright screen you held was near blinding to your teary eyes. You mentally cringed as you knew it would act as a shiny beacon to view your activities if anyone walked by the small apartment complex or hell, even stepped out on their balcony. 

“T-Toj- Daddy, w-what ‘bout– neigh-h-b-bor-s?”

You managed to croak out over the sloshing of your cunt and slapping sounds of flesh that echoed into the atmosphere everytime he rammed into you. You couldn’t bear to look around to see if any of your neighbors had started to investigate.

“Pshhh, Fuck your neighbors Y/N! They clearly don’t have a cockcrazed baby to please that writes dirty little stories about imaginary men like I do.”

If you didn’t know better you would think he was actually jealous of the DILFs in your stories too from the way he was sadistically fucking into you. 

His thrusts caused your icy tears to run down your face and sent your tits bouncing into the wind. Your cold and neglected nipples hardened in the chill to the point of delicious pain.

“B-but- it's too c-cold out D-Daddy!”

“Mmn, yet your pussy feels warm enough, Y/N. Too hot even. This is for your benefit, you know–,” Toji stated matter-of-factly while he increases the speed his pounding into you, “–So you remember you have your own Daddy who will fuck you anyway you want, anytime you want…just, fuck, tell Daddy what his slutty baby needs.”

The way his hips are driving into your core knocks the wind out of you. Toji tightens the already brutal grip on your hips which assists him in pressing deeper into your cunt. The movement has you almost slipping. You nearly drop your phone off the balcony when your toes stepped in the growing pool of shared juices flowing down your legs and collecting at your feet.

“Hold that shit tight for daddy baby, got it? You drop it and we gotta start over, yeah? I’ll make you walk downstairs ass naked just like this to get it too,” Toji breathed out huskily. 

You realize you’ve never heard him sound this needy before now.

“What’s next, in y’er lil’ story huh?… Speak up so I can hear it over this messy cunt.” 

There was an edge of desperation for you clear in his tone. Although to your dismay it causes your body to gush around him harder meaning you would have to speak up even louder as your pussy squelches grew more vulgar in volume. 

You nearly shouted out the next part groaning and mixing in incoherent babbles throughout the smut filled paragraph as Toji doesn't slow to help you. If anything Toji picks up speed and grows even harder inside of you as he's encouraged by his baby's filthy words.

“...H-he- lifts your leg, r-resting your knee on the edge of the bal-c-cony. T-T-The angle allows h-him, fuck, deeper access to your c-cunt. Ah-h-h-a clear view of his c-cock badgering your core f’er a-anyone who happens to p-pass belowwww-ohmygod. Y-you seeeeee s-stars as he callously s-slams into your c-cervix, shitshitshit, n-nearly fa-fa-fucking you off the balcony if not for his s-strong hold on youuuu–ah. Y-you violently t-tremble as you c-cum s-screamiiiiing, not fuckdaddyfuckkkk, caring if your n-neighbors could s-see or h-hear you any l-longer.”

“HA! Is that so–” Toji lifts your leg just like you wrote in your fic, “–guess I am gonna to have to keep fucking this tight cunt until you no longer give a fuck about anything else but this dick, eh?”

You hear what sounds like a door slide open near you and you begin to whine about your neighbors again before Toji jerks your head back by your ponytail to whisper in your ear. 

“I wouldn’t worry that nasty, pretty little head of yours about these neighbors babydoll…” 

The new angle allows Toji to bury himself deeper into you just like you told in your story and his tip hits your cervix so hard you think he might actually penetrate. 

“...if I were you Y/N... I would think about how daddy’s needy lil whore is gonna make it through an entire day of classes tomorrow with clamps on your nipples and a remote control vibrator up your cunt.”

He licked the side of your face and spit in your mouth before carelessly pushing your head back. You loudly moaned as his bruising grip returned to your meaty hips as his nonstop aggressive assault on your cunt proceeds.

You feel yourself getting close, your eyes rolled back into your head and drool seeped down the corners of your mouth. You cursed your weakness for this shit as you felt yourself give into the pleasure. You surprise even yourself as you never actually thought this kinda sex could be so fucking good you wouldn’t care about shit else for real. 

“Goddamn mamas, squeezing me so hard–” Toji’s hips snapped into you with every syllable, his voice becoming more animalistic, “–you want me to fill this pussy up? Mmm, I fucking know you do the way she’s milking me. Fuck, might even put a baby in you, give ‘gumi a sibling. We won’t be able to do some of that kinky shit you wrote unless I knock a baby up in this cunt, ya know.”

Of course, Toji being the sexy ass DILF straight out of your dreams would love breeding kinks too.

His ramblings cause you to tighten and clench around him even more. You’ve wanted to beg for him like this since you first started dating. Just thinking of the words spilling out of your mouth nearly pushed you over the edge.

You were so close to release.

“I-Inside me D-Daddy pleasepleaseplease!,” you slobbered out, struggling to make sentences from all the pleasure within you.

“F-fill me– fill me D-Daddy, knock this tight little cunt up, w-want it– want it– w-want it–!!!”

Your voice caught in your throat and you nearly choked once you felt your peak hit. Your pussy sent tremors around his dick as you creamed around him. You can't think of anything else but him inside of you.

You just came but Toji allowed you no rest. He still pummeled inside you as he chased his own high and slurred vulgar curses of praise for his pretty lil’ whore's dirty mind, while planning the next debaucherous smut for you both to reenact.

“Ya think it's too late now f’er prime next day delivery for those toys, baby? Fuck, look that up while y’er still holding that phone.”

You didn’t even realize you still had your phone in your hand but were just thankful you didn’t drop yet. You didn't think it would survive the fall.

Groaning you tried to rally the strength to even lift the phone to face unlock when you locked eyes with someone below. You instantly recognized the person as the elderly woman with the flower garden from down the street.

The old lady had always been very kind to you, making pleasant conversation, offering you fresh flowers for your kitchen and praising you for how reminded her of her own sweet young daughter at your age. 

Unfortunately for you both, she was casually walking her two mini poodles when her eyes were affronted with you practically hanging off the balcony. A blissed out expression plastered across your face while Toji held you, battering your slick pussy full of his thick cock.

The old woman’s eyes widened in terror as if she actually witnessed a crime scene as she panicked, yanking her two dogs away swiftly back in the direction of her home. You knew you would have to take the long way home from now on.

Nevertheless Toji, who was none the wiser and wouldn’t give a single fuck regardless, merely continued planning out your next smut fic enactment.

“Nah fuck it, we’re going to the library tomorrow. See how many pages you can read of that dull ass biology book while y’er warming my cock... Tch, or should we do the one where y’er fucking the coach in the men’s locker room, whacha think baby?”

"Hmmmnmmrgh", you could only moan in reply.

You were already near hyperventilating from your own climax, the shame of now having to avoid your neighbor for life and Toji’s fiery body creating a storm of friction clashing with the freezing temperatures.

But your senses were now wholly overloaded once you felt him reach down to pinch and rub at your clit. 

“Cum again with Daddy baby, shit, can ya do that f’er me?” Toji sounded like he was close and he slapped your clit even harder causing you to scream out.

Cockdrunk and overstimulated you could no longer communicate as your entire body felt like it was an extension of your pussy. The thick fluids flowing out of your body increased the sizable puddle already at your feet. You utterly surrendered to the feeling and your body wrecked with pleasure electrifying you. 

You almost blackout as you feel his cock bust hot seed into your tummy melting your insides and causing you to cum all over again.

"Fuck, that’s it, take it all. Can't wait to see this belly and these tits full mama."

The aftershock of your orgasm feels near endless as Toji continues to fuck thick ropes of his cum into you. 

Losing track of time you weren’t sure how long it was before Toji finally pulled out and took you off the railing. Holding on to you so you can balance and turning you to face him he places you down on your unsteady feet. You immediately bury your head into his chest as his heat envelops your cold skin. Your breathing finally starts to calm in his embrace. 

“So good f’er daddy babygirl,” he murmurs into your hair, savoring your scent.

“Warm bath, yeah?”

“Sure, but you gotta carry me daddy.”

You yawned while Toji’s already lifting you princess style in his strong arms. You were exposed still in the night but at the same time you have never felt safer. 

You curl further into his warmth as he kisses your forehead and finally brings you back inside.

Once inside the bathroom Toji sets you down on the edge of the tub while the water runs and he leaves to grab some fresh towels.

You can’t help but feel euphoric as you smiled to yourself. You are too giddy!

You finally have the DILF daddy you always wanted and could be open about your kinks without any judgment. 

However your mood shifts when Toji returns. You give him an incredulous look as you see your pink waterproof vibrator in his hands. 

Toji turns it on and saunters over to you, his scar twisted into a devilish smirk.

“95 more fuckfics to go ma’, we don’t have time to waste…”

Fucking hell, you had entirely forgotten about the overstimulation in the bath drabble. 

You quiver in both anticipation and distress as you aren’t sure how your completely spent and nearly frozen body is gonna be able to cum four more times tonight. 

Could there ever be too much of a good thing?

You weren't sure what those limits were exactly.

“Ya know, Y/N–," Toji started slyly, interrupting your thought.

”If I hit up Shiu and you asked him nicely with that pretty lil' mouth, I’m positive he would be down for some double daddy Eiffel Tower action.”

However from the feral grin on Toji’s face he appeared determined to test those limits with you.

You could thank your Tumblr smut fics for that. 

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: I honestly have to say I am a bit impressed with myself as I’ve never finished a story in one day before ever (although it took most of today to proofread and I still think there might be errors soz). Hopefully this is a good sign for powering through those Kinktober fics once classes start up again this Weds. Also If there is any interest possibly a PT 2 after Kinktober featuring a threesome with Shiu at his office.

Edit: errors/grammar fixed as of 9/26.

This one goes out to all of us dilf smut queens who simp Toji ❤︎

Please reblog to have DILF Daddy Toji dick you down, but likes and comments are always appreciated just the same!

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lady and the tramp spaghetti kiss but with deuce’s mom and lilia 🫣

I'm yoinking this idea for the unofficial blog event 🤡

(Quick clarification: Mrs. Spade being an ex-delinquent is a headcanon! I just thought it’d be an interesting concept, so I incorporated it into her character.)

Curiouser and Curiouser...

When Lilia mentions to his son that he's planning on cooking for the "lady friend" he's seeing, Silver steps in to stop his dad from poisoning the poor woman. "You should try a restaurant, get to know one another better before volunteering to share your... talent with her," Silver advises as lightly as he can. Thankfully for him (and for his dad's date), Lilia relents.

He decides to take his date to Tony's, a laid-back family friendly pizza and pasta joint in town. Lilia brings along his own candle—blessed with Malleus’s almost apocalyptic green fire (imagine that, a horned fairy godmother in pitch black robes)—to decorate their table, as well as a crystal vase with a single red rose (provided from the Heartslabyul Gardens by Cater, wanting to support his fellow Light Music Club member. “Knock’m dead with your charm, Lils!”)

Kalim had wanted to contribute something to Lilia’s date night, but unfortunately a huge parade of animals, while impressive, wouldn’t squeeze into Tony’s. Instead, Kalim went shopping with Lilia to help him get all dripped out for the occasion! “I’ll pay for whatever you want, so have at it!” (It was Jamil who had to limit Lilia’s spending and stopped him from buying medieval battle armor. “Why would you wear this to a date?! Are you trying to kill them? Just wear something practical and casual!”)

Lilia thought he’d be the first at the venue, but he's actually been beaten to the punch. She's easy to spot because of her hair--a bob, striped blonde and dark blue--and her spade earring. Lips painted, eyes done up. Her leather jacket is open to reveal a cute white rabbit logo (most likely a freebie T-shirt from work), paired with jeans (ripped at the knees) and ankle boots.

"You're early, Dylla," he remarks, slipping into the seat across from her and placing the candle and vase on the table. She smiles and says, "I'd never be late for a very important date."

Lilia asks if Dylla was waiting for long. According to her, she was at the restaurant over 15 minutes ago but "not to worry" because she was just talking to her son over the phone to pass the time. Dylla mentions that her son can be such a worrywart sometimes. "He was reminding me to stay safe and to let you know that he'll be on your ass if you make me sad," Dylla says with a laugh. "Oh my, I'd better not let your smile waver then," Lilia replies easily.

While they're looking over the menus, Lilia mentions his own "prodigious" cooking. (According to him, his son Silver just can't get enough of it!! Once, Silver took one bite and immediately passed out from how "good" it was.) "It's a required skill for single parents," Dylla agrees. "I can cook myself, but mainly simple dishes. My Deuce enjoys eggs, so I usually make things with those. It helps that they're cheap and keep for a long time too." (She says that she'd love to try his food, and in return she'll make something for him too! They make a promise to get to it someday.)

They settle on ordering the same item: Starry Night Spaghetti, a plate of spaghetti with meatballs. (There’s a story that two dogs once had the same dish under the stars, and became closer than ever as a result!) “A shame we aren’t eating outside—then we’d be bonded just like the canine couple,” Lilia says.

During the wait for their food, they exchange crazy stories about their lives. Lilia shocks Dylla with tales of his travels and of his past as a war veteran (although he's a little vague about the details), and Dylla tells him all about her days as an ex-delinquent and biker chick. "Kufufu, looks can be quite deceiving," Lilia chuckles. "No one would dare suspect such sweet-faced people like us to be so troublesome~"

Of course, they also share stories about their sons! Who can forget when Deuce used to wear all those rabbit-themed clothes as a kid? How about the time Silver fought a family of bears and came out of the battle with three new friends?

Lilia scootches his seat closer so he can show off some pictures of him and Silver on his phone! Dylla's shoulder presses against Lilia’s as she leans in to look, squishing the two into their own personal bubble, seemingly putting them in a world far away from the noisy pizzeria.

They decide to take pics together to commemorate the date! Dylla learns a lot of things from Lilia (like flipping the camera lenses to take better selfies, how to use the timing feature, and what filters do). They take a normal picture, then one with silly faces (Lilia’s suggestion) and a third with silly poses (also Lilia’s suggestion).

He busts out his bagpipes at some point to romance her with a romantic (?) serenade. Lilia does a little jig with it—something he threw together on the spot with knowledge of different styles of dancing from various cultures. The other customers mistake him for a paid performer and start clapping along and cheering—and Dylla joins in, clapping and cheering the loudest of them all.

Lilia starts to ask if they’d like an encore, if and so, which instrument? Mandolin or accordion? He can play them all! A member of the wait staff comes over to gently ask that Lilia put away his instruments, so then Lilia tries to sing without any musical accompaniment: “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thaaat’s amoreeeeee 🎵”

He gets shut down a second time because, “Sir, your screeching is making the children at the next table over cry.” (Dylla gets a real kick out of Lilia’s enthusiasm though! “I can’t remember the last time a man was passionate enough to sing his heart out, consequences be damned!”)

When the food finally arrives, they realize that the chef must have made a mistake—there’s one plate of spaghetti, as though both of their orders were combined onto a single massive serving. But hey, Lilia’s willing to roll with it and just eat off the same plate. “What do you know, it’s family style!” he jokes. “In the Land of Crimson Long, it’s common for restaurants to serve food this way. You just pick out the portion you want to serve yourself.”

So that’s just what they do—stabbing their forks into the spaghetti at opposite ends and eating from that. Lilia’s appetite is healthy (he’s getting sauce on his mouth and is sucking up the noodles with such speed that a stray one slaps him in the face), but Dylla's got something on her mind.

She keeps winding her spaghetti around and around on her fork, lost in thought and doubts. Dylla wonders about a great deal of things. When is the right time to introduce this man to Deuce? How would he take it, especially when he’s gone without a father for his whole life? Was she even deserving of another husband, and someone as wonderful as Lilia?

Dylla absentmindedly brings the noodles to her mouth. There’s a slight tug at the other end (a stubborn clump, maybe?) but she pays it no mind, far too fixated on her thoughts. She doesn’t realize what’s happening until she feels something on her lips—and finds Lilia’s wide-eyed stare trained on her.

They hurriedly pull back from one another, and from the spaghetti-stained kiss. Dylla's slightly panicked and profusely apologetic, but Lilia reassures her that it’s fine, neither of them were anticipating it—and if anything, the guilt is split 50-50! “Guess we’ll both have to be sentenced for our grave crime!”

“… Oh, one moment. You have something here.” Lilia runs a thumb along the margins of Dylla's lower lip. It’s just some stray spaghetti sauce and lipstick smudges, but the gesture, however small, feels very tender and intimate, even moreso than the kiss. His hand lingers for maybe a second longer than it should have, but he, at last, retreats with a playful grin. “There you are, good as new.”

They fistfight to be the first one to the bill (their reasoning being, “it must be hard for you as a fellow single parent, let ME foot the full thing!”). Being fae, Lilia has the advantage with superior strength and speed, but Dylla gives him a good run for his money. They fight ends with Lilia headlocking his date and seizing the check in his mouth, puncturing the paper with his fangs.

Before any wallets can be opened, their (deeply exasperated) waiter asks them to “please just leave”, not even caring if they pay or not. (He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with shenanigans like this 💦)

They exit Tony’s and enter the night. There’s a full moon out to illuminate their way as they walk to Dylla's waiting magical wheel. As she produces her keys, Lilia tucks the red rose that had been with them at heir dining table behind her left ear. “May the Night guide you,” he says cryptically. Dylla isn’t sure what it means, but it makes the heat rise to her cheeks anyway. He sure knows how to sweet talk, his way into someone’s heart.

She asks Lilia where his ride is and he nonchalantly says that he “flew in”, which just leaves her slack jawed (until he cracks yet another classic Dad Joke with, “and boy, are my arms tired!”). “Well, if you’re up for it, I’d love to give you a lift home,” Dylla offers. “There’s plenty of room for another person.”

“If you could take me to Silver’s dorm, that would be great—but how scandalous! We disturb the public peace, don’t pay for our meal, then make a quick getaway on a motor vehicle?” Lilia climbs aboard, looping his arms around his date. “I think we’re shaping up to be quite the criminal couple.”

Dylla revs up her magical wheel, which lets out a monstrous groan. They peel off and merge into the road, racing the stars and sky that housed them, their peals of laughter filling the night. It was definitely one to remember.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #Lilia Vanrouge #Dylla Spade #Deuce Spade #Silver #disney twisted wonderland #unofficial blog event #yes I am sticking to this name #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #curiouser and curiouser #not me pushing the Lilia x Mrs. Spade agenda for the shitpost/j #Malleus Draconia #Cater Diamond #Kalim Al-Asim #Jamil Viper #Scarabia

[wheatnoodle]

hey y’all!! this is just a quick life update!

i know, ive gone mia again for a lil bit. i know, we’re all waiting on the continuation of evangeline’s story. it’s coming!!

a couple of weeks ago, the cat distribution system decided i was going to be the next recipient of, you guessed it, a stray cat! one who keeps clawing at my front door, waiting for her breakfast in the morning, and sits on the porch with me at night for some snuggles.

right now, i’m in the process of getting her safely inside and into the “quarantine room” to keep her separate from my other pets while she adjusts. my two other cats have been scratching at the front door from the inside and meowing at me to let her in already lmao. my dogs have loved every animal, especially cats, they come in contact with, so no worries there. she’ll be quarantined mainly so my cats can get used to her smell under the door and all and avoid as much conflict as possible.

she’s got a hideaway bed, a covered litter box, food/water bowls, a scratching post (since she won’t have the concrete), catnip, calming anti-stress treats, a monkey toy, and a whole lotta love waiting just for her inside. as soon as she’s in, i’ll be setting up a vet appointment to make sure she’s okay and get her shots done, get some flea treatment on her to be safe.

idk how long this little girl has been outside for, but the weather has gotten REALLY nasty up here lately, with heavy rains, flash floods, thunder and lightning and SO much wind. she’s a fighter. i’m excited for her to realize she doesn’t have to fight anymore and gets to spend the rest of her life relaxing and eating good and being loved on so much it’s annoying.

i probably will still be a lil inactive for a bit, but i’ll still be here!! lurking 👁️🫦👁️

so yeah, that’s my life right now!! i’ll still like and repost stuff, i just won’t have anything new from me and my stories for a little bit while i get through this transitional period. thank you for sticking around with me tho i love y’all😭😭

i’ll try and get kitty pics when i can😎

~cricket

#cricket #cricketspeaks #cricket shares too much #cat distribution system #stray cat #i wanna edit her into a my chemical romance music video #specifically the ghost of you #a lil soldier kitty #life update #life upd8

[onlyseokmins]

too many holes to choose from • hhu

Pairing: hip hop unit x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), fivesome w/ hhu, CRACK/HUMOR ABSOLUTE CLOWNERY don't take me or this seriously at all

Warnings: unhealthy coping mechanisms in order to take four dicks in the most impossible way = best crack content out there ❤️ kinda gross and weird if taken too seriously (don't be like mingyu)

WC: bulleted list 🤷🏻‍♀️

A/N: this is what happens when hhu are being whores onstage + @duhnova (credit to their silly sexci brain) and I are up way past our bed times... Might be expanded on seriously in the future 😅

CONCEPT: You've got four dicks for the taking and offer up your seven holes to accommodate them 🫡🫦

Mingyu:

"There's... more?"

Poor baby is baffled when you ask which of your seven holes he would prefer

Only really learned about the main three just a few weeks ago

He's so confused and unsure about what other four you're referring to

Eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open when you attempt to explain

But you decide he's a lil too dumb (affectionate) to follow

WILL take you too seriously

He's also too big for your other tiny, special holes

He can use and choose from the regular ones however he likes

Oh and he does

Proving what he learned about the three main holes very well in the end

Vernon:

Does his little eyebrow wiggle and pouty lips — you know what I'm talking about — when you say you'll take him up your nose

"You'll what?" Are... you sure?"

Listen

You're going to snort this man

You're going to make it happen

Because that's just how things should be

And he's like how and why

Will be very doubtful, concerned, amused, and somehow turned on by your absolute weirdness and tenacity

Of course, that doesn't work out but there is a hole somewhere close enough that you can accommodate him in

So your nose is somewhere involved in there but not in the dick-taking way and that's a win for all of you really

Seungcheol:

"I've got two ear holes," you inform him.

"So do I, sweetie. You're not special."

“No, you don’t get it, sweetie, 'cause you’re not hearing me obviously... I want you to stick your dick in them.”

That shuts him up real quick

He obviously doesn't think this will work

But he can't help but be curious wtf happens if he sticks his dick in one ear does it come out the other???

Listen, brain worms but like dick worms

Anyways, y'all gonna end up having a deep conversation about how this could all work while he's balls-deep inside of you so it's a win-win

Love a man with a sexci, thought-provoking brain (derogatory)

Wonwoo:

The only normal one

And by normal I mean he isn't having any of your shit

Not in his Christian Minecraft server

*pushes his glasses up anime-style*

"NOW LISTEN HERE YOU

HEATHENS — "

He's going to fix y'all make you worse

WILL educate everyone on the proper holes to fill

Various positions, many times...

Takes education very seriously

Might even find some online pdf / article for mingyu to study and you to write an essay on later

He will consider asking cheol to demonstrate along with him because he trusts the older just enough despite the morbid brain conversation

Simply pretends he does not have two ear holes to hear

Honestly though by the time he's done with you you're going to be wishing you had those four extra holes because he's a beast *sweats*

Anyways y'all have normal fivesome fun sexci time and it's even more enjoyable after having some good humored clownery beforehand 🙏🏻

#ez.creates #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #hhu smut #smut headcanons #hip hop unit smut #lmao this is just some fun for kicks and giggles jakdfjkdfj feel good crack 🤌🏻 #svt.smut

[ananxiousgenz]

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 15

wow. wowie wow wow. this section got me up to a little over 19,500 K. that's fucking INSANE homie!!!

this section took me a while to work out bc i knew what points i wanted to hit but not the order I wanted to do them in, so I had to break some stuff apart and rearrange it. hopefully this makes sense? this sections got a weird energy to it and i'm not sure why. but we are in the home stretch of this fic guys!!!! maybe like 3 or 4 more chapters max and then it is FINISHED, which is so crazy to me

alsoooo enjoy some bonus content!! aka me singing a lil bit of epic iii in honor of this absolutely insane milestone

HEY GANG IT'S FRESH FOOD: @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @waters-and-the-wilde @gwenlena

@demonic-panini @the-private-eye @one-joe-spoopy

Voices singing in harmonies, orbiting in perfect rhythm, chasing like the sun and moon across the sky, echoed in the deafening silence of Hadestown.

The workers had stopped showing up a few days ago. Wouldn’t pick up their pickaxes or lay a hand on their wheelbarrows. Slowly, the factories ground to a halt. The furnaces died down. The wall stopped being built. And for the first time in a long, long time, the workers didn’t care.

They took beatings from the executives with a smile and a song on their lips, a song that spoke of unity in the face of loss with a melody that grew like creeping thyme through the town. It had been a while since Peter had heard Juno’s voice, but he knew. Even from this distance, he knew it was him. His strong, clear voice helixing through the air with another voice that he assumed must have been Ben’s. And the world stopped its ceaseless grind and listened.

And from his gilded cage in Slip’s office, Peter watched with no small amount of pride as his beloved husband brought the hell of Hadestown to a screeching halt.

Slip stormed back and forth in his office. Nureyev had been up here for…. Well, he wasn’t quite sure, but his best guess was a week. Slip had taken him up here after his executives had beaten Juno and left him for dead. Something about how he didn’t want him associating with those kinds of people anymore. 

Nureyev knew that was bullshit. There was something else at play here, something he saw as clearly as if the sun were shining down through the rock overhead.

Slip was afraid of Juno. 

He could see it with every furious step and angry huff. An undercurrent of fear laced his every move. Juno had crossed some sort of line, broken some sort of spell that Slip was afraid might never be put back into place. He was getting more erratic and scattered as the days went by. And for some reason that Nureyev couldn’t quite explain, a well of dread was beginning to bubble up in the pit of his stomach.

After all, it’s the scared animals that are the most dangerous.

“Godsdammit all, why won’t they work anymore?” Slip snarled, steps heavy but quick as he paced across the room.

Nureyev turned his gaze coolly away from the window. “Don’t know. Maybe they realized the lies and bullshit you’ve been feeding them!”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll leave you right where I left your precious husband.”

“Oh, I don’t know, he seems to be doing quite well for himself so far, considering he’s brought your whole town to a standstill.”

Slip stopped pacing like a frustrated predator and stared at Nureyev. Nureyev wasn’t scared. He’d already lost so much to this man he could barely remember. What was losing a little more? He stared right back, almost daring Slip to make a move.

“What else did you expect, Slip? You lie to these people for years, force them to work for nothing, keep them away from their homes and families, and expect they’ll be happy? That they’ll listen when you speak? That they’ll care about you and your opinions?” His motions were jerky with a deep set anger and hurt that was starting to burn hotter than the heart of the Hadestown furnaces.

Slip’s jaw was beginning to tremble, but in rage or fear or pain, Nureyev couldn’t tell.

Go on. Tell him. Tell him what he needs to hear.

“How long did you think they’d put up with this before they turned on you? How long do you think they’d wait for you to change?”

How long did he think you’d wait for him, little songbird?

“They’ll put up with it for as long as I am in charge of this town.”

Nureyev sighed deeply. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What is there to get, Petya? That these people don’t comprehend the logic of a business?” 

Slip threw his arms open wide. Even now, even with all his power and might and control, he still looked like what he had been the last time Peter had ever really known him: a small, scared kid.

“They’re going to destroy everything I’ve ever worked for. Everything I ever built for you. And all because of that husband of yours and his fucking music.” 

“Everything you built….for me?”

Slip sighed, and his expression softened slightly. “Of course. I made this town for you. I was going to show you all of its wonders. But you never came to find me, like you said you would. Remember?”

Peter couldn’t. Not at first, anyway. But slowly and surely, a memory began to creep back into his consciousness. 

He was young. Couldn’t have been more than 12 or 13. The last of summer was still in the air. Slip had just finished telling him the old Story of Hades and Persephone, a story the two of them shared like their stolen food and blankets. Peter had cracked some kind of joke, something about the two gods in the story being a perfect pair because one could kill you and the other could dispose of your remains, and he and Slip were howling with laughter.

When the laughing had died down, Slip turned to Peter, suddenly serious. “Petya, can you promise me something?”

“Of course, my love, anything.”

“If one of us dies before the other… can we send a message to them from Hades? So the one that’s still living knows to go get them?”

“Slip, don’t talk like that. No one is going to die!”

“I know, I know, but…. Just in case, you know? If I die, I’ll send you a sign. A huge sign. I’ll…. I’ll get rid of the spring altogether! I’ll keep Persephone locked up in the underworld until you come to find me!”

That sent them both into another peal of unstoppable laughter.

And then the memory faded away, and Nureyev was left standing in the office, facing a man he had known so well decades ago, but didn’t know anymore.

“I should have brought you down here sooner, you know,” Slip said, chewing on his lip. “I thought, if I can take Persephone’s reincarnation and keep him down here, and change the world above, he will notice and come for me. Surely, if I just hold out a little longer, if I just let the winter go a little longer, let him starve a little longer, he’ll remember the promise he made to me. He’ll come to find me. But no.

“Instead, you moved on. Grew up. Got a respectable job. Even got married! All while you left me to fester down here. But it’s okay, my love. I don’t blame you. No. It’s all that Juno Steel’s fault.”

Nureyev suddenly realized his mouth and throat had gone bone dry, and a slightly manic gleam had entered Slip’s eyes.

“He stole you away from me. He’s what’s keeping us apart. You know, I should have killed him when I had the chance. Maybe I can still kill him now. You wouldn’t happen to know which of my workers he’s associating with, would you, Petya, dear? Maybe I could hurt them too.”

Peter’s whole body went rigid with fear. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He could barely make his hands shape the words. The sudden adrenaline rush made him shiver. He could barely imagine the pain Juno felt when he woke up and discovered his lover was gone. He couldn’t imagine having to go through the same pain.

Slip just looked back at him, face calm and still and eyes shining as he slid into the chair behind his desk, and Nureyev knew. If he made one false move, Juno would suffer the consequences. He swallowed hard.

An executive rapped on the door. “The leader is here to discuss negotiations, my associate.”

Slip’s eyes never left Nureyev’s face. “Of course. Bring them in. You might want to stay for this, Petya. I’m sure you’ll find it interesting.”

Nureyev didn’t move a muscle.

A moment later, Juno stumbled through the door, an executive hot on his heels, and Peter couldn’t decide if he should let out the breath he was holding or grab his lover by the shoulders and sprint out of the room. Maybe both.

Once Juno regained his balance, he glanced around the room until his eye rested on Peter, and a soft, relieved smile inched onto his face.

“Hey, babe, what’s going on? Where have you been?” he said gently, taking a few steps in Peter’s direction. 

Peter wanted so badly to run to him, to kiss him, to leave town and never look back. But Slip’s threat had been genuine. He knew that. He stayed where he was, silently willing Juno to read the room and get the hell out.

“Mr. Steel. I will kindly ask you to keep your conversation directed to me, seeing as I am your host here.”

The smile fell from Juno’s face, and a mix of determination, fear, and hope appeared in its place. Simultaneously, a wave of dread crashed over Peter like a tsunami. Gods above, he wanted to throw up.

Juno bowed his head slightly in a greeting. “Slip.”

Slip bowed his head in response. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“What the hell do you mean by shutting down my whole town, Mr. Steel? I knew you were a troublesome one, but I never knew you had the guts to take it this far.”

“Oh, this isn’t my doing. It’s theirs,” Juno said simply, pointing out the window to the gathered crowd of workers partying in the street. “They decided they’ve had enough of being treated this way, so they decided to stop showing up. I had almost nothing to do with it.”

Slip leaned forward over his desk. “But you are the one who taught them that song, right?”

“And what if I am?”

“That still makes you an accomplice. You gave them the song that they unified around, and that would be considered a crime down here. And now that I’ve got you in my office, right in front of me, well…. I suppose it only makes sense that I punish you. I suppose you’ve been told how we punish those who step out of line down here?”

Juno’s jaw was set. He nodded. Peter wanted to scream.

Slip stood. “Very well then. Do you have any last words before we dispose of you?”

And suddenly, Juno looked very calm. Calm and careful, but still living up to his last name, with features set like quenched metal.

It took a moment, but Peter realized knew that look. He knew it very well. He knew it from all the nights of playing cards with Buddy or figuring out how to stack a new shipment of crates or watching him discover a new piece of the never ending puzzle that was his song.

That look meant that Juno had a plan.

The smallest spark of hope ignited in Peter’s gut.

And then Juno opened his mouth, and began to sing the song of spring.

#slip..... he's an evil little boy here #i'm so sorry for that #that's just how the words came out of my fingers #anyway #i hope y'all enjoy <3 #i love you guys!!!!! #tpp #the penumbra podcast #tpp hadestown au #song for a caged lovebird

[osakafromazumangadaioh]

Important note: basically all of the works I talk about here have some element of flashing or strobing images so if you are photosensitive please take care if you watch any of the shorts I talk about here.

One of the things I've done on my stream that I'm most proud of is marigovision where we take a little break to watch something together. I've taken this as an opportunity to show off things that people might not have seen. We've watched a lot of experimental stuff from the 40s like Norm McLaren and Len Lye, former Soviet Block animation, early computer explainers from the 70s, videos of people cooking that kind of thing. (recently I've been getting big into 8mm experimental shorts so look forward to that when i come back from my streaming break)

One of the first things we watched was an experimental short film called Shift by Toshio Matsumoto.

"One of Matsumoto’s last shorts, Shift is also among his most impressive works. Through the use of what was at the time state-of-the-art video technology, Matsumoto decomposes a residential building in horizontal stripes, thus tearing down its balance and symmetry."

If you haven't watched it, it is here. It's weird and crunchy and digital and eerie and above all else, playful. It's funhaver media, it's one of my favourite things I came across as part of screening for marigovision. I did notice something fun about it, something that I don't think I've noticed anyone has spotted. At the very least, no one in the English speaking web.

So a little while ago, I've gotten into the films of Takashi Ito. Takashi Ito is another experimental Japanese film maker from this cohort. The first short of his I saw was Spacy which knocked my damn socks off (if you look up this one, please do take care if you are photosensitive, there is a lot of strobing). Ito uses a lot of my favourite filmic techniques like stop motion and light trails to create this really otherwordly space where it feels like a haunting is taking place. The next one I saw is called Box (again if you are photosensitive, please take care with this).

The film shows a rotating box with frame-by-frame landscape photographs on each face of the cube. The box looks as if it's revolving 360 degrees, but it only revolves 90 degrees. Ito explains that he was "aiming at disturbing our awareness of space in the movement from the three-dimensional to a plane and back again."

Here's a frame from it.

Here's another.

As I was watching it for the first time I almost jumped out of my seat. That's the same damn building from Shift! Has no one else noticed this? At least on the English speaking web at least, I haven't seen anyone notice this. It's possible there's an interview with either Matsumoto or Ito where they discuss this.

So a quick biographic detail, Ito studied at the same university that Toshio Matsumoto taught at. In fact his film making style is directly influenced by Matsumoto.

He attended an exhibition showcasing works by filmmaker Toshio Matsumoto; upon viewing Matsumoto's 1975 experimental short Ātman at the exhibition, Ito thought, "I want to make a movie like this."[7] When he learned that Matsumoto was coming to work at the university, Ito abandoned plans to get an immediate job and decided to stay enrolled in the school.[7]

So a little while ago before I watched Box I was kind of curious what building this was, where and when it was shot. Because it's so strange and interesting looking, someone probably knew but I wasn't able to find anything anywhere, no one even talking about it (again, i can't speak japanese which limits me to discussion on the english speaking web, I'm sure someone has talked about this on a japanese film blog or something like that).

But the fact that the same area is also featured in Takashi Ito's Box kind of gave me a big clue as to where this was shot. I found the college that Toshio Matsumoto taught and where Takashi Ito studied and popped it into google maps, had a lil click around on streetview and, sure enough.

There it is! It's the Kyushu University Ohashi Campus. Specifically the most famous image of shift with those two circular windows above the doorway seems to be the "Acoustic Research Center Building" according to Google Maps. You can click around in here to give an eerie approximation of Shifts camera movements. It's very surreal.

Here's another wide view, it's a really quite striking campus with these very geometric shapes. I can totally see why two separate experimental film makers were both able to make something so radically different using the same space as inspiration.

Both of these were released in 1982, I'm so curious to know of the genesis of this project. Was it the younger Ito that suggested this or was it the elder Matsumoto. If anyone speaks Japanese and is familiar with experimental film during this time period I would be so curious to know.

Thanks so much for reading and watch things that make you excited to make things!

#toshio matsumoto #takashi ito #shift #box #experimental film #experimental short

[jewwyfeesh]

3rd anni enstars IF story -- story 2

Writer: @ 今天也是想吃美食的一天

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Characters: Kiryuu Kuro, Kagehira Mika, Hakaze Kaoru, Oogami Koga

Theme: “If they’re to pick out flowers for someone…”

Disclaimer: this was performed as part of the enstars IF section during the CN 3rd Anniversary stream (42:12 - 45:38). the stories are submitted by fans and two were picked out to be performed live.

translated from CN subs with reference to the script that they posted on screen.

this is story 2 of 2.

edit 22/11: thank you anon who pointed out i made a minor error while translating kuro's line! it has been rectified.

Kuro: Oh, if it ain’t Hakaze. You’re at the flower shop early.

Kaoru: Kiryuu-kun, good morning. Ran-kun invited me to come watch Dramatica’s performance, so I was looking to buy him some flowers to congratulate him on the show. What about you?

Kuro: Kanzaki and I both received an invitation to today’s performance. Hakaze, Ran’s yer roommate, right? Hasumi’s also part of Dramatica, and is the main producer of today’s show.

My lil sis said that I needa bring a bouquet of flowers, so here I am. Hakaze’s surely plenty skilled in gifting flowers, no? I’d like some suggestions if yer okay with it.

Kaoru: Of course! Let me have a think… Ran-kun— (he gets interrupted by a very loud sneeze before he’s even done with his sentence)

Koga: ACHOO! Oi, Hakaze… senpai, the hell yer doin’ o’er here?

Kaoru: (shocked) !? K-koga-kun!? Don’t you have a pollen allergy? Why are you here in a flower shop!?

Koga: (sniff but nose is blocked.sfx) When I was participating in ANIMALS’ activity earlier on, Hibiki-senpai cared for me quite a lot… not’ta mention, Leon really loves him.

I heard his troupe’s participatin’ in today’s show, and Akehoshi wanted’ta drag me out to watch it together… but called earlier on ta say he couldn’t make it. Still, he bought some flowers an’ wanted me ta bring ‘em over… which forced me to drop by the flower shop.

Sniff.. sniff… a… ACHOO!

Kaoru: Aa… Wan-chan’s such a poor widdle thing…!

Quick, back away from the flowers! Let Onii-chan help you!

Koga: HAA?? Whose Onii-chan are’ya, you shallow playboy!

I’m fine on my own!

Kuro: Hahaha, seems like the both of you have a pretty good relationship with each other.

Koga: WHO THE HELL HAS A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM?! (looks at Mika, who’s near the door.) Kagehira. What’re you here for?

Mika: Ngah~ It’s Oogami-kun… g’morning…!

Kuro: Oh, if it ain’t Kagehira.

Mika: Kiryuu-senpai, g’mornin’…! Oshi-san mentioned yer name a couple days ago…!

Kuro: Oh, let’s meet up fer a meal when Itsuki’s next back in Japan, then.

Mika: Ehe, I’ll be sure’ta tell Oshi-san! (turns to the store owner) Oh, um, please gimme a bouquet of lilies…!

Kaoru: Eh? Everyone’s here to buy flowers today.

Mika: Naru-chan’s got’ta performance today, so I wanna gift ‘em a bouquet to cheer ‘em on!

Kaoru: Eh? Perhaps… also performing as part of the Dramatica troupe?

Mika: …? Al…so…? Senpais and Oogami-kun… are y’all buyin’ flowers for the Dramatica members too?

Kuro: That’s right. Seems like we can all head there together.

Kaoru: Mhm. Then, these two bouquets please. White cosmos represent purity, meant for Ran-kun. And for Hasumi-kun… how about lotus flowers? (tl/n: lotus as in ‘hasu-no-hana’ WWWWW i can’t tell if OP chose it as a pun on his name or)

Kuro: Huh, that ain’t a bad idea. (To the staff in the store) Excuse me, may I have a bouquet o’ lotuses please? Ah, turns out Hakaze’s help really made the whole process a lot smoother!

Koga: (yelling from the store’s door) DON’T FORGET ‘BOUT MY FLOWERS, HAKAZE SENPAI…!

Kaoru: (in a joking manner) Goodness, Wan-chan’s really… When he needs something, he’ll yell for Hakaze-senpai, but when he doesn’t need anything he’ll call for ‘the shallow playboy’!

Koga: HAA??? Don’t yer dare continue jokin’, lemme tell ya! If yer dally any longer, we’ll miss the show, senpai!!

Kaoru: (yelling towards the door) Yes yes~ Kagehira-kun, have you chosen your flowers yet? Since we’re all heading to the same place, we can all go together!

Mika: Ehe, yep. I’m sure Naru-chan will love this bouquet of perfume lilies. Senpais, let’s go!

Koga: HURRY UP! I’ve already called fer a car, so let’s get movin’!

Kuro & Mika & Kaoru: Yes~

← story 1

#enstars translation #enstars IF story #Kiryuu Kuro #Kagehira Mika #Hakaze Kaoru #Oogami Koga

[gameswillbeplayed]

//@massivecore13 continuing from here

Impersonating, huh. Whoever Rue thinks he’s impersonating must be an absolute fucking weirdo, Matt decides. Or an animal. Outwardly he gives a chuckle and a jokey “sure”. Especially after the strange, long stare that the other gave to his direction he’s not sure what will tip Rue into a frenzy. People that have just gotten out can be unpredictable at best.

Matt’s thoughts are disturbed by the other coming way too close to his face for comfort. Without moving his head, he glances around to see who Rue might be talking about. Luckily his next drink arrives so there’s an excuse to look around them while giving a quick thanks to the barman.

Oh. Oh.

Cursing under his breath, Matt takes a long drink from his glass before throwing an apologetic smile at Rue.

“That’s gonna be at least partly me. Their. Um. Friend has some beef with this job I had a lil’ while ago.” Another drink. He might have to bail soon but fuck if he’s leaving almost a full pint behind. “The one with the ugly red jacket was actually your neighbour ‘til fairly recently.” Matt inches his chair slightly away from the other, a weak attempt to keep some of his personal space attached. The chair creaks loudly against the wooden floor and Matt grimaces. Way to keep a low profile.

“Might be time for me to have a cig and go.”

#rp #massivecore13 #matt #tbh i think no matter the universe #all wammy kids will have about 30 names in rotation lol

[onyourstageleft]

just wanted to post a quick update about my cat Peggy, we're still waiting on the biopsy results but I have more thoughts below the cut

(tw: animal sickness, cancer mention, amputation mention)

includes a non-graphic picture of lumps under skin

so we don't know anything yet, I'll hear back from the vet either tomorrow (Saturday) or Monday about the biopsy and we'll know more from there. my partners are trying to be optimistic and hope it's cysts or some other easily treatable issue, but the more I get a chance to look at the lumps the more I think it's my original fear of fibrosarcoma or another cancer mass. I haven't talked to them much about it bc they don't want me to speculate (fair enough) but our friend who catsits for us and also loves our babies very much came over today, he noticed the lump with us on Tuesday and he was clearly worried from the moment he noticed it, and he took a closer look (as much as Peggy would let him before yelling at him and insisting she gets love instead) while he was here, he pretty much agrees with my googling assessment. we're of the same mind that it's better to know what the worst possible outcome could be and prepare for that and hope to be proved wrong than try to hold out for a good result and be unprepared if it's not. he's not a vet expert but he's had many cats in his time, some with health issues including cancer, so I trust his amateur assessment, and he thinks that with the positioning of it on her hip and over the tendons there, for a surgery to get all of it they might suggest amputation of her left hind leg, and honestly if that ends up being the vet recommended best choice for her I'm all in. shes only 7 so hopefully the recovery from it wouldn't be a major concern, she's a spry lil lady so I think she'd take it okay, and we can arrange our schedules to be home as much as possible with her

I know that whatever happens we will love her so so much and give her the best care we possibly can, and even though it is likely to double the debt I'm currently in, I have no hesitation about doing it if it means a good chance that I get to keep my baby around for at least a few more years. plus, Peggy, peg leg, it works, right? (I'm leaning into the using humor to cope stage rn) she's still being so cuddly, like her attitude hasn't changed at all and she's so talkative and amazing, even though logically nothing has changed at all in the last few days, the area is just shaved and we're touching it more to try to look at it although we don't want to upset her, I just wish she could let me know if it's hurting her or affecting her movement or anything. I feel like she might be *slightly* skinnier than she was a few months ago in her face and body but that could also entirely be me just projecting my worries and seeing more than what's actually going on, so I'm trying not to dwell on that much

anyway she was laying on me as I started writing this post but has since relocated to the back of the couch, so have a pic of her curled on my lap with the shaved area/lumps visible + a few pictures from the last few months bc I just love this baby so much

important addendum as I was attaching the pictures she has come back to my lap and is doing biscuits on my tummy so bonus pic for that

#be proud of me i figured out how to do read more on mobile (its really easy) #tw animal sickness #peggy sue #personal #tw cancer mention #tw amputation mention

[craterdogs]

I'm not sure where you're at in MSQ so. For the WoL ask meme pick 3 you wanna answer the most!

thank you for the ask! i love my special lil man so i'm glad people are curious about him :]

i just got to stormblood post patch so i know what most of these mean thankfully. everything's under the cut cus this seems to have gotten a bit out of hand

[asks from this: https://www.tumblr.com/craterdogs/701644429929365504/ffxiv-ask-meme-wols?source=share]

Why did they become an adventurer? Glory? Money? …?

i still haven't posted my Goro tribe lorepost cus it's not done but the short of it is they think horses are divinity so every tribe member is assigned a horse of the opposite sex to be symbolically wed to when they come of age (~16).

Ori's beloved horsewife Agtuurai died when she was attacked by a mammoth when Ori was ~22 so she died well before she was supposed to. it kinda irreparably fucked him up since any emotional intimacy in the Goro tribe is expected to be shared with what is essentially an emotional support animal that everyone has. romantic sexual partnerships between tribe members are kinda unheard of bc of the horse thing and also the reproduction roulette (mates drawn by lots. for real) happens every spring. it's all either compartmentalized or regimented.

this grief of losing his beloved Agtuurai combined with Ori having a visceral aversion to the reproduction roulette concept (turns out he's gay. whoops) AND the knowledge that he can't keep dodging the mating game like he has for two years AND he has no emotional support anymore to deal with it all just kinda. broke something in him. he also started having the Echo visions around this point and thought he was genuinely losing his mind. so he set out for Eorzea looking for answers like the Echo told him to because that was the only guidance he had at that point and he literally felt he had nothing left to lose.

it's basically this: it was more socially acceptable with his tribemates to become an adventurer than to stay there and he'd rather leave on his own terms than face ostracization from his small tight knit community

How do they deal with the pressure of being a or the Warrior of Light? Do they have a ritual to relax and recenter themselves?

okay so. he just never takes a break. the idea behind it is if he's busy he won't have time to Think but unfortunately Thinking still occurs occasionally. i joked initially that he'd go hide in some bushes or smth to have a quick sob every once and a while but i fear it has become canon, like everything else about him. we will stick to the bit til death takes us both.

but he knows (thinks?) he can save the people he's failed to save before if he embraces being the Chosen One. so he carries on. he's feeling a bit in over his head at this point though now that he is a significant political figure

Tell us about the two major events from MSQ that left the deepest emotional scars on your WoL.

this may be cheating but the entirety of heavensward/dragonsong tested his conviction. all the people that died in that arc were very dear to him and that's also when he learned he'd been lied to/left out of a lot of the Scions' plotting & scheming and had really only been used as cannon fodder #feelsbadman (also playing these arcs as a dragoon fucking slaps i love 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 so much. and Estinien my good friend Estinien)

the OTHER thing is not main story. it is a FATE chain on the Azim Steppe called the Dataqi Chronicles. in short: the Goro tribe had a good number of its people slaughtered by the matanga beastmen. the Dataq tribe with the help of a single Goro survivor (and you, the player) help save the rest of the tribe. it's a very sweet story and i had no idea it existed til i got there so you can imagine the excitement.

so. picture this. you are Ori. you are visiting your homeland for the first time since you left a year or so ago. you are nervous about seeing your family bc you're worried you've changed too much so you put off visiting (he loves them and will defend his tribe to any naysayers despite the way it messed him up. you know how it is with family). then you run into the Dataq and help save an injured hunter they found and oh shit, she's your cousin and 1/4 of your tribe is dead. BUT. you can still help save who's left.

Ori feels immeasurable guilt about being too late and too cowardly to seek out his tribe sooner. but it solidifies his resolve to carry on and be brave even (especially) when shit gets personal. i am writing a short story about this so there will be a good long response to this sometime later

to summarize all these answers:

(he'll be fine. maybe)

#ffxiv au ra #ffxiv wol #ffxiv goro #ask #ori goro

[felivi2763]

i miss beyblade (a metal top toy flavoured rant)

DISCLAIMER: i am an idiot, take everything i say here with a grain of salt. feel free to attack me as you see fit. ok bai

i miss when beyblade metal fusion first started airing on cartoon network. just something about how all the toy shelves were lined with beyblades from the show, its a sight that would let me sleep easy at night if i knew that dark bull was still on store shelves. just walking into a local target with my brother, picking up a Galaxy Pegasus W105R2F, looking at all the flashy artwork on the back. then when i got home i could unbox the bey, feel the pristine condition of the rubber performance tip, apply the stickers on the bey and launcher (and try not to mess it up), then i could use the lil code card to play online at beybladebattles.com. and then i would always spin the bey onto the tiled floor and watch it just kinda move slowly bc i didnt get a stadium until like 6 months later. idk its the kinda sensation that cant really be replicated today with beyblade burst and its 17 different subseries. or maybe im just mad that they got rid of the high quality metal tops for cheaper plastic ones hell if i know.

in my opinion (i legally cant have opinions bc i own lego rockband ds), i kinda like the characters from the metal series better than burst, but thats probably just nostalgia fog. ill probably rewatch both series at some point, but the fact that beyblade is pretty much dead here in americaland doesnt help matters.

at least beyblade burst always stuck to tops, though. beyblade split into all sorts of other things after metal fury, like beywheelz, beyraiderz, beywarriors, and also all the weird lil beyblades that you couldnt take apart like all the others, like the rc beys, light up beys, sfx beys, and the tornado beys. but even then that deviates from the classic formula and makes it interesting. beyblade burst doesnt really do that as far as i can tell, besides making the beys slightly bigger.

thats kinda why the classic beyblade series died off, though. they were too busy seeing if they could and not stopping to wonder if they should. if they stuck to the original formula, that would get boring after a while, but beyblade burst showed that there still is a market for the original spinning top formula. maybe if they were able to bring back a classic resurgence for like an anniversary (15th anniversary coming in May 2025) or something like that, beyblade would become relevant again, and i stand by that.

its probably a farfetched concept, though. the higher ups at hasbro probably see beyblades as just a way to sell spinning tops, endlessly trying to put more gimmicks onto, "the MOST powerful beyblade yet!", all in an attempt just to try and make a quick buck. it just doesn't seem feasible with a company like that at the reigns, i really dont think they would care about doing some type of legacy content like that (i know that beyblade legends was a legacy release that they did in 2014, and that line is great, i have a few of the beys from there, looking to make a full collection someday, i just wanna see these lil dinkers on target shelves again).

also something i wanted to mention, but i recently found out a couple of months ago while searching for beyblade video games that there was an original beyblade manga and anime and toy line before metal fusion. i wanna try and see what thats all about, and maybe try and pick up some metal fusion manga while im at it.

tl;dr: i miss the good ol days of beyblade, and i want them to bring it back. pls target and hasbro and wbba

[snarkylinda]

Why do you want Ash to be sad? Man, people these days can't let characters be happy. What do you mean I'm the same? (Shoves angsty fanfic behind my back) I have no idea what you're talking about.

But on the subject, I am so confused about where I stand on this. Like, I want him to win so bad because my boy deserves it, but like... there has been no conflict this season aside from Bea who vanished a while ago, so losing would hit hard. And serve as a nice segway into SV anime. I want him to win, it would be epic as all hell, but also the angst of losing? Is there no way to have both? JN is all about breaking tradition despite its poor execution, so I want a choose your ending lol.

You got me on the first half, ngl. I was ready to get anxious lmao No anon, I don't want him to be sad.....I want him to feel anxious, insecure, guilty, desperate, defeated- but yes sad in sintesis.

I normally wouldn't want him to lose, he deserves everything. But both from a logistic and emotional point....it would be better if he did. Like image how POWERFUL it would be if executed right-not only on Ash himself but on his surrondings- showing all of Ash's friends after years....only for to see him lose?-

-lemme go full fanfic real quick cause I like angst and apparently, so do you-

image little Bonnie and Max crying on their respective's siblings's arms, Delia and Burnet tearing up at the sigh of their little ray of light losing like that as Lei looks up at his mom all confused- Dawn "daiyobuu, daiyobuu" at a tearful Piplup as she herself smiles through her tears; Paul leaving the room as Regi asks him if he doesn't want to see the closure ceremony, getting a lone "what for?" in response; the Alolians slowly lowering their "champion" signs, image all the POKEMON both in the ranch and in Alola, lowering their ears/heads as Tracey tries to give a comforting pat to a tearful Bayleef, Rowlet comforting an teary eyed Melmetal (he can get tear-eyed trust me) as Gladion's lycaroc pets an whining Dusk doggo, the RELEASED pokemon like Greninja, Nagadeel, Nebby, Squirtle, etc FELT something went wrong cause even through the distance their hearts are with Ash's, so they do that anime thing where they stop what they were doing to look with concern over their shoulder; Gary who just recently got back home in time to watch his bestie perform simply pats Infernape on the shoulder and whisper a little "He has come a long a way, but still...." and speaking of bittersweet reactions, Brock and Misty met to watch it together (he went to her gym cause he is a sweetie and knows of her schedule) and share this looks that is all "we are proud of how much our lil bro had progressed (that is how I see the trio's dynamic) but....darn" (if they were allowed to swear you know Misty would utter an "fucking hell" with a smile, but with tears on the corner of her eyes); Cilan and Iris also got together to watch it, he wanted to cheer her up too, after all. Welp, his job just got doubled. Back in Alola after the initial shock is wear down Kiawe lets out a "tsk" thing and kicks a nearby table, being scolded by Lana....because he didn't kick it hard enough, and proceed to do so herself. "Should we stop them?" utter Principal Oak toward his stellar teacher, who simply shakes his head with eyes hidden by the brim of his cap (heh, like father like son) he also, wants to kick the stupid table. Like the two mentioned older siblings, Gladion is also comforting his younger sister, but albeit a bit more awkwardly since one, he is not used to it and two, he also wants to kick the table. Mallow sadly at a cake she made as a present for Ash as they were planning an Alola surprised after the M8- well, it could be used as an consolation price, she guessed. Serena is about to enter a new contest, dress and all, but stopped to watch the match on the TV of the hall and was called for it shortly after it ended- despite her best attends to smile, she knew she couldn't bring her 100% that day. Back in the stadium, with Goh in tears, Hop is looking at the stadium, pussled, Goh tries to be polite and congrats him for his brother victory but "He....doesn't look too happy about it" and he is not.

I seriously need to put this on fanfic format

[inkofamethyst]

November 6, 2022

[two nights ago] So it’s currently 2am and I’m in a... a state.  Not like a bad one, I’m not having an anxious episode (I do got the nerves runnin through me though!  that hasn’t changed!), but I’ve been stressed all week because of exams and other things and I suddenly feel just a little bit freer.  I mean, I was in bed most of the day after my morning exam as a result of lady pains (it would be really convenient to have, like, ADS accommodations specifically for my First Days (though I think the exam went fine actually, possibly better than my other two despite the limited studying)), so I am suddenly filled with energy and I randomly decided to work on the One More Soul to the Call string quartet test arrangement (because even though Paradise is my top priority for next semester, transcribing it is a horrible experience (and even though Love Psalm is probably my second priority, it would involve transcribing drums which I don’t feel like doing (in other words, I needed a win tonight))), and I’m kind of in love with it???  I’ll send it to my cello-friend to see if it actually has potential or if it just sounds like noise, but it’s really coming along, I think.

[today] So I finished the first draft after a total worktime of about six hours.  I made some (a lot of) creative liberties, and I’ve handed it off to be scrutinized (by a friend bc I’m not all that confident in it).  It’s not super vocally interesting.. all the notes are within the range of a single octave, there’s no major jumps or anything, I sort of just wanted to see if I could do the adaptation.  Love Psalm is (seemingly) more vocally interesting, but a string quartet adaptation might be harder, so I may try a straight transcription for it later.

Critical Role episodes 36-38 have been fantastic.  36, total fanservice, was grinning the whole time.  37, a dungeon crawl, but I was fully engaged throughout, even in the battle (there have been some really interesting battles this campaign) which doesn’t always happen.  38, joy followed by a harrowing twist.  C3 is really really good.  I don’t want to pick a favorite of the campaigns because I love them all for different reasons, but this one is really strong.  It might be partly because it’s drawing on aspects of the world that longtime fans recognize (from C1 and C2 and mini-campaigns).  It feels like a major culmination, and I think we’re leading into something big (that’s one thing about the end of C2--the final boss battle was fine, the ending was good, but the stakes did not seem very high because the threat was so isolated, unlike the VM end battles which affected the world).

Speaking of podcasts and culminations, WtNV feels like it’s doing that really slow build thing again which I love.  Where they slowly incorporate more and more storyline into the episodes to culminate in an epic climax.  No spoilers, but Salmon Burger was a good episode.  AGH I love Night Vale so much.

Today I’m thankful for a good weekend.  I went to the chamber concert for the orchestra with my photo-friend, and my cello-friend’s group was so so good.  Easily the best performance there.  We went out for dinner after which was nice.  Today, rehearsal went well, and I made a really solid beef stroganoff for the first time ever.  Lastly, I’ve mentioned before that I like watching the little WB animated DC movies because they’re relatively quick movies and easily digestible.  Most of them are just okay (like Superman vs The Elite which tried too hard and missed the mark on its social commentary, or Injustice: Gods Among Us which had so much potential to be good but the climax fell flat), some are pretty bad, and every once in a while you come across one that’s a bit of a gem.  I’ve watched two this weekend, and I think Superman: Unbound was one of those gems.  I just really like the Clark/Lois dynamic.  Superman as a hero just makes me happy :) wholesome lil farm boy :)

I have a lot to do tomorrow.  I have to catch up on a few assignments for ecoanth, send out a bunch of emails, and start on those applications.  My next exam isn’t for about a month, but I really don’t want to wait until the last minute again, especially since that one will determine whether I need to take the final for that class or not.

But for now, an “early” bedtime.  Goodnight :)

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

okay curious anon (but not on anon lol):

what's your favorite season? whats your favorite holiday in the season? what's your comfort food? what's a food most people like that you hate? what is the worst texture in the world? what's the song you've been listening to on repeat lately? what is the first fandom you've ever been in? like very very first? what are you having for dinner? how many pillows do you sleep with? which celebrity do you think is the hottest? what is a celebrity that everyone says is hot that you think is ugly? what is the last animal you pet? was it a good petting experience? what beverage do you drink most often (soda, water, etc). when do you usually get up/go to bed? do you make your bed most days? what's your comfort video game? what's your favorite candle scent? do you have any piercings? if not, do you want any? what's your most harmless unpopular opinion?

also, texan questions bc it's me here: do you like dr. pepper? have you ever had dr. pepper float? what abt hot dr. pepper? how well do you handle heat? do you like lizards/snakes? have you ever had bbq? was it good?

no pressure to answer all of them if it's too much <333

Hi Tony!

Okay so

My favourite season is autumn because I love the colours and also despite my anxiety I will always love the theatrics of Halloween

My favourite holiday is Halloween followed by Easter bc while I'm not religious I do very much love sweets and chocolates

My comfort food is my mum's roast dinners. I still remember the beef roast she made me for my 21st birthday and it's still the best thing I've ever had

Pears. Fuckin hate them. The taste I don't mind, it's pretty nice, but the texture of every pear I've ever eaten has been gritty and/or grainy and it's been sensory hell

Worst texture eating wise is half cooked onion. I can't articulate why exactly but it's like nails on a chalkboard I swear to fuck. Worst texture touch wise is slimy. Like, not quite slippery and not quite sticky but also both at the same time. Hate hate hate hate hate

I haven't been actively listening to music lately but I did buy Skul the Hero Slayer yesterday so like. The tracks for the first area? Yeah that'll do

I believe my very very very first fandom was Doctor Who, followed pretty closely by Professor Layton and then Ace Attorney

I had some pasta with cauliflower and carrots and a tomato sauce. Just something I can throw together pretty quick

I mean. I have two pillows in my pillow case right now but they're both pretty flat (that's why there's two of them)

Idk really I don't really give a shit about celebrities?

Again, I don't know lol. Though I will say I never understood what people saw in Bangkok Catapult all those years ago, he was never my type.

I think? It was a random lil doggo with cocker spaniel ears that I saw in town a couple days ago

Yes it was a good pet, was a very nice doggo

Water. I tend to keep a big 2l bottle of water in my room next to my bed so I don't have to use much energy to stay hydrated

I usually start winding down around 11pm, but I don't get to sleep until like 1am at the latest. And waking up is anywhere from 9am to noon depending on how much of an asshole my body wants to be (to be clear, waking up later is much preferred)

I do not, I spend most of my day in bed since that's the only place in my room with decent back support so there's really no point lol

Hmm I don't think I have a comfort video game honestly. I tend to just play until I'm done with the story stuff and then get bored and move on. ADHD will do that to you

Lavender I think. Honestly I've never really been able to afford fancy candles? And since my mum is allergic to perfume there was a very limited range of scents she can have without choking

I do not have any piercings yet

I'm considering it. I'm not sure but I'm definitely considering it

My most harmless unpopular opinion is that Hawaiian pizza is The Best Pizza. I will die on this hill, come at me.

I don't think I've actually tried Dr Pepper honestly. Like the option is there, I can buy it from Fred's (local newsagents where u can get pops and sweets and stuff. Idk why we call it Fred's we just do) I just haven't gotten around to it yet

Honestly the thought of putting anything dairy based in a carbonated drink with a high acid content is very off-putting I'm afraid

Wouldn't that just make it go flat?

Absolutely awful because two of the three main medications I'm on are the type to fuck up thermoregulation. I'm shit with the cold too.

I love reptiles very much I would like to touch one one day

Not for many many many years have I had a BBQ

It was very nice though, obviously very under seasoned as British Food (derogatory) tends to be, but it didn't make me sick so there's that

This was fun!!

#peter peeps #asks #about me

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Forgetful Fuckin’ Drunk

kiribaku / f.reader

genre: a trio of fools in love, prohero/aged-up au, fluff

warning(s): an itty-bitty-bit of insecurity on baku's side if you squint. drinking, bakugou tries to be intimidating but he's just drunk, bakugou also cries a lil uhoh, denki kaminari is stirring the pot an empty pot, but a pot, mina and deku with die with kiribaku/y/n, metnions/hints at tododeku & kamijirou

w.count: 4k

synopsis: during joint efforts of hero work, a portion of the former hero class-a find themselves together again. so what do they do? go out drinking of course.

-x-x-x-

Katsuki sat cross-armed and annoyed in the passenger seat of his boyfriend’s car. The radio was on, but was so quiet it was barely heard over the sound of the car itself as it was driven down the street. Stopped briefly at a spotlight, the red signal lit up the interior and bathed Katsuki in the color of his current emotion.

Eijirou cleared his throat as he tapped on the wheel, waiting for the red to turn green. Katsuki must’ve felt the redhead’s brain telling him to speak up because the moment his chin dropped and his mouth opened, the blonde was first to fire.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet!” Eijirou whined. Katsuki tutted and looked out his window as you popped your head up between the two front seats.

“Is he still pouting?” You ask, hunched forward as your elbows rested together on the center console, squishing your upper body in the thin gap. Katsuki quickly turned to his head towards you with furrowed brows ready to argue.

“I’m not pouting!”

“Okay, whining.”

“Fuck you! I don’t whine!”

“Ei?” You ignored your blonde boyfriend’s fuming and turned to your box-dyed one instead.

“Definitely whining.”

You erupt into laughter as Katsuki explodes in animated defense of himself. He was clearly not pouting and most certainly not whining. He’s never whined a day in his life! The light finally changes and Eijirou is quick to comply with traffic laws and begins driving again.

“Babe, sit back in your seat please,” the sharp toothed sweetheart advises.

“And put your fuckin’ seatbelt on,” Katsuki huffed in addition as he finally calms down and sits back in his own seat, glaring through the windshield while he recrosses his arms across his chest.

You slide back into the backseat properly and pull your seatbelt across your front as you turn your sights to outside the car window. The sun had set not too long ago as the night was young and the city lights whipped by in small flares.

The car fell silent again as both men took turns glancing at you in the rearview mirror. You suddenly piped up again- a thought coming to your mind.

“Oh yeah; hey Ei-”

“Sit back stupid!” Katsuki hissed as you leaned forwards again and spoke over his hissing to address Eijirou from behind his headrest.

“-Kaminari texted you the bar location earlier right?”

“Yesss,” he drew out, a smile on his lips as he made a turn that made you tilt in your seat before you straightened back out.

“Which bar are we meeting at anyways?”

“Why?” He lightly asked. “Afraid that you’ll fall asleep back there if it’s too far?” He teased me. Long car rides always made you sleepy, even if you got inside the car wide awake. Too long inside and you were fighting a nap. You missed the smirk that pulled on Katsuki’s face due to your own fluster at Eijirou’s teasing. If he weren’t driving right now, you would’ve whacked his head bit.

With a pout, you slumped back in your seat again and crossed both your arms and legs. Katsuki watched you in the rearview and chuckled.

“Now who’s pouting?”

Your pursed lips didn’t last long as Eijirou took another turn and slowly maneuvered into a small parking lot in front of a little pub. In front of the neon lit establishment was the small group of friends that you had made plans with prior that day. You soon became giddy like a child at an ice cream parlor- but you hadn’t hung out or seen some of them in so long due to work and distance, so- could you really be blamed?

As Eijirou parked and you and Katsuki worked on unbuckling your seatbelts, you caught their attention before you all left the car.

“Ah- hey! Wait a sec guys.” They both turned to look at you through the gap between the seats. You quickly leaned forward and kissed both of their cheeks quickly. “You two go ahead and drink tonight. I'll stay sober and get us all back to our homes when the party’s over.”

“Wait, but what-” before they could argue or try and debate against your decision about you needing to drink and enjoy yourself tonight like everyone else, you had hopped out of the car. You ran towards the group, Mina catching you in her sights first as she trapped you in her arms when you were within reach. She hugged you like you had been gone for a thousand years but you didn’t mind. She gave really, really good hugs.

Your two men were slower in their approach. Katsuki’s hands were shoved into his joggers that he was insistent on wearing out instead of a nice pair of jeans because he didn’t want to be here in the first place. The ever-friendly Eijirou waved at everyone as he got closer with Katsuki beside him. Breaking away from Mina, Eijirou’s hand went to your back, rubbing it softly out of pure habit.

Out of your two boyfriends’, Eijirou was much more open with touching in public than Katsuki. On a good day, Katsuki may sling his arm around your shoulders walking down the street, but one glance at him right now and it was obvious he still wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here so there was no chance of anything affectionate in your public future.

Your little drinking group was small with only Kaminari, Sero, Mina, Eijirou, Katsuki and yourself. Though, you did overhear from Sero that Izuku and Todoroki would be stopping by later to join the rest of the group after their patrol shifts have ended. You hope the guys would be sober enough to greet them properly by the time they get here.

The group of you strolled inside and migrated to a space in an open corner. Pushing two tables together and leaving two open chairs for the two stranglers on their way later on.

You were happy that a round of light beers and even small glasses of water with random appetizers were ordered to the table before anyone began to actually drink to get drunk tonight. It made you feel a little less wary when your friends would all start getting buzzed and then subsequently smashed. The food and water would help them in the long run.

It was about an hour into the fun when Todoroki and Izuku arrived and greeted everyone, taking their respective reserved seats. Watching the two order as you sipped on your soda, you were shocked to see Izuku ordering a beer and Todoroki settling with a lightly iced tea. You reached over and tapped the bi-color haired man’s shoulder.

“How long did it take you to convince Izuku to let you DD tonight?” You joke as he chuckles to himself.

“Longer than necessary. Took nearly the entire ride here.” His eyes found Kaminari gulping down a mug filled with beer and tilted his head questioningly. “Jirou didn’t come?” You understood his confusion. It wasn’t often the walking charger went out drinking without his girlfriend, much less for her to pass up the chance to be with friends. You shook your head at his question.

“She told us she was too swamped with work tonight, so she took a pass. Guess she’s got a lot of paperwork on her plate right now."

He nodded. “You’re not drinking either?”

“Nope.” You took a drink, feeling the carbonation bubbling in your mouth before you swallowed the gulp of bubbles. “I wanted the guys to have fun tonight. Ei doesn’t get to drink all that often because he DD’s for Katsuki and I all the time. So, I decided I’d take a turn.”

“How generous of you.”

“Thank you,” you lit up as you took another drink of your nonalcoholic drink. In truth, you sort of wished you could drink, but you were firm in your decision. It was one of the few chances the guys could relax, so you didn’t mind in the grand scheme. If you really wanted to drink, you’d just do so when you got back to your place and you had nowhere else to go for the night.

Part of you wondered if you should just stay at Katsuki and Eijirou’s place tonight to keep an eye on them. They had been living together for just over a year now, but you were hesitant to move in since you didn’t make quite as much money as they did. Living with them was something you wanted to do when you were more financially stable so you didn’t feel like a leech. Although, Katsuki was convinced that if he asked and bugged you enough about it, he’d wear you down and you’d just move right on in.

He keeps thinking wrong. Though, his near constant attempts to get you to move in were flattering in their own way.

Glancing over, you saw that Eijirou looked to be nursing on his alcohol of choice for the evening, sipping it and taking his time. Probably so that when the time comes to go home he would probably feel buzzed, but he’d still be able to take care of Katsuki who is no doubt going to be hammered come night’s end; his alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly impressive. The blond's cheeks were already tinted the slightest shade of pink and he had only drank a little so far.

The night, as it always does, dwelled onwards as the small group all drank and eventually the sobriety fizzled out into a buzz that soon bubbled into drunk and further. Mina was always a loud drunk, wanting to do tricks and talk about everything and anything with the filter on her mouth absolutely gone. Sero, just a bit tipsy, watched in amusement as she was currently latched onto Izuku, trying to pry out information about his relationship with Todoroki and how they were doing- among other things.

You laughed at them as Kirishima egged her on in good fun that made the green haired man’s cheeks warm in tandem with the alcohol in his system that flushed his freckled skin. Todoroki just sat idly, sipping peacefully on his tea as his partner got questioned mercilessly. He hid a smile behind the rim of his glass when Izuku called on him for help.

While the attention was elsewhere, Kaminari took his chance to play a little drunk prank on the slouched over Katsuki who was six drinks in and already sloshed. His head down on the table to block the bar lights, that despite being dim, he claimed to be brighter than the fuckin' sun. Though, even when he was sober, Kaminari liked pranking and meddling too much for his own good. But drunk Katsuki was too good a target to pass up.

You had just left the table since nature was screaming insistently at you to relief the pain in your lower gut. Mina had offered to go with you, but you were afraid she'd start climbing the bathroom stalls in fits of random, off-key karaoke if she did tag along. So you politely declined her offer and went on your own.

“Hey, hey, Kacchan,” the sparky blond whispered as he lowered his head to the explosive blond with his hand cupped around his mouth towards his ear. Katsuki groaned, a small signal that his attention was snagged- at least momentarily. “Want to know a super secret?” Kaminari, even drunk, knew that Katsuki under the influence had no filter, the shittiest memory ever, and the emotional bandwidth of soggy bread.

“What do you want, fuck head,” he groaned, turning his head to rest his cheek on his arm that rested on the tabletop as he squinted at the bar lights.

“I heard that Kirishima is dating y/n.”

On a typical day, Katsuki would have looked at Kaminari like he was completely braindead, followed by a ‘no shit’ comment considering that it was old news to literally everyone. But today was not a typical night with Katsuki’s drunken mind moving like a clogged rain drain.

Immediately he sat up and slammed the sides of his fists on the table. A screeching “what?!” tearing from his throat as he whipped his head around. His blurred vision searched for the spiky head of red hair and before long he found it literally sat next to him. He narrowed his eyes, squinting at Eijirou before his hand shot out and snagged a fist full of his t-shirt collar.

Eijirou was yanked down to the slouched level of Katsuki’s red flushed face and his teeth-bared frown. Eijirou though that if his brows furrowed any further his eyes would disappear under their shadows.

Eijirou was shocked of course when he was yanked to Katsuki’s level and even more shocked to see his boyfriend fuming. He was so angry that his eyes even seemed glossy for more reasons than just his alcohol consumption.

“Kats-”

“That’s not fuckin’ fair shitty hair!” There was a beat of silence between the two and a hiccup here and there before Eijirou broke it with a simple-

“Huh?” Just a quick little sound, but it irked Katsuk’s drunk brain.

“Oh, don’t try to hide it! Dunce face told me allll about it!” He lazily pointed back to Kaminari looking anywhere but the two, cheeks blazing with beer-blood. “So, you think you can just date y/n without telling me huh?!”

“W-wait a second,” Eijirou said, trying to deescalate the situation.

“No! It’s not fair! I’ve known her longer than you- she went to the same middle school as me!”

“Yes, I know that, but Kats-”

“Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean you can just- just- just waltz in here and take her from me!” He shook the red head by his collar a few times. “In fact, it’s super unfair because you live with me! ME! You’re mine goddammit,” he hiccupped his curse as his voice broke.

From going to claiming Eijirou stole you to claiming Eijirou was his, Kaminari wheezed as he banged his fist on the table. Eijirou shot him a glare. Katsuki didn't like when he looked away.

“Hey!”

“Y-yes!” His attention was back on his boyfriend thanks to his barking.

“You’re listening to me! Don’t look at dunce face, I’m talking to you!”

“Yes. Yes you are, Katsuki. But just let me-”

“Y/n is waaaay too good for you!” He hiccupped once more, adding in a low “too good for me too,” in a lowered voice. He sniffled a few times as Eijirou began to panic. Oh god, his boyfriend was about to cry- what the fuck does he do now?!

“Uh,” your voiced returned to the table from behind Eijirou’s back and Katsuki’s head shot up at your voice. “Is everything okay?” The blond immediately let go of Eijirou and shot up from his chair, stumbling over Eijirou’s in pursuit of you. He threw his arms over you, slumping into you as you scrambled to both keep him upright and keep yourself from tumbling back due to his weight and unpresidented charge. You grabbed his waist, holding him tightly so he didn’t slip off where he rested on your shoulder.

“I’m a fuckin’ better boyfriend than box-dye and bandanas,” he whined as you just blinked. Kaminari’s laughter that barked out like a fox added in with Sero immediately tapping it shut, his elbow raised towards the man gave you enough hints that whatever was happening was his fault.

“Katsuki, listen to me,” Eijirou stood up and whined into his boyfriend’s ear. He was only met with weak, drunken flicks of the wrist in a weak shooing motion. He teetered and Eijirou was quick to grab his hips, holding him up against you. He started to soothe his thumbs against his boyfriend’s sides through his shirt and you thought you felt the blond nearly purr into your neck where he still stayed hidden.

“What’s happened baby, hmm? Tell me,” you coo and Katsuki started playing with your shirt’s hem, sniffling every now and then. Thankfully the bar was still pretty bustling and busy so having Katsuki hang off you with Eijirou rubbing his hips to calm him down wasn’t exactly something that stood out among the other patrons.

“Why are you dating Eijirou and not me?” He whined. Your heart squeezed as you looked at Eijirou for a little bit more info.

“I think Kaminari told him we were dating and purposely left Kats, out.”

“Ohh,” you cooed again as you pushed your cheek against the top of Katsuki's head. By now, Mina had damn near leapt over the table and was tossing around the bright blond who caused this mess by his shoulders. You watched with small laughter as she drunkenly got onto him for causing a problem with the poly relationship she’s been admiring and supporting since high school come hell or high water- and if something happened to it because of his prank that he’s a deadman walking.

You almost felt bad for him being jerked around like that by a very drunk pink-skinned, over hyperactive high school friend because of a prank, but that sliver of pity was basically squashed with each sniffle or hiccup into your neck by the affected party of said prank.

“Katsuki, did Kaminari tell you that we weren’t dating?” He just nodded, even though Kaminari most definitely didn’t not say that he wasn’t included, just purposely left him out. “Well, want to know a secret?”

“No, the last secret hurt my feelings,” he pouted. Eijirou rubbed his back soothingly, trying to coax him into a better mood. A moment later he was huffing, giving in. “Okay fine, what’s the secret.”

“While it is true that Eijirou and I are dating,” Katsuki whined as he pushed his cheek into your shoulder hiding his face further from sight. The action made you chuckle at him since was acting like a spoiled child. “We’re both also dating you.” He tensed up, shooting his head back up to look straight at you.

“Seriously?!” You curled your lips inwards holding back laughter at the drunken stars in his eyes at the groundbreaking discovery. You nodded as he looked over his shoulder to Eijirou who was just smiling at him, still rubbing his back. “So, boyfriend?” He pointed at the redhead.

“Yup.”

“And girlfriend?” He pointed back to you.

“Absolutely.”

He took a pause for a moment before he pushed his pointer finger against his sternum. “Both mine?” He let his head fall back into your shoulder as he grabbed for Eijirou’s shirt, tugging him closer to the both of you. You felt his body shake with fits of giggles you just barely heard over the bar ambiance. You don't bring up the fact that your shoulder is damp again, no doubt brought to drunken tears from the truth Kaminari held back from him. “I fuckin’ won.”

After calming Katsuki down, you looked to see Izuku in a fit of tears with Todoroki trying to console him.

“Oh my god, Izuku! What happened?!” You cried, but you were unable to turn fully to the pair as Katsuki still held you firmly in place against him.

Todoroki looked up at you with a lopsided grin. “Watching everything made him emotional. He thought you were going to break up with Bakugou and got upset.”

“Aww,” Eijirou cooed. “I didn’t know Midoriya cared so much!”

Todoroki just nodded. “Yeah. He’s really supportive of you guys, so seeing the whole thing made him think it was all falling apart. He’ll be fine.” You just shook your head as you brought your hand up to Katsuki’s head and your other to Eijirou’s cheek.

“Guys, let’s wrap it up for tonight and head home.”

Katsuki wordlessly nodded against you as Eijirou agreed, putting one small kiss to Katsuki’s hand that he removed from his shirt to grab your things. With a round of quick goodbyes, and a message to Mina to be easy on Kaminari, the three of you were walking out. Or rather, Eijirou and you were escorting a stumbling and clumsy Katsuki out.

Placing him into the back, Katsuki almost immediately rolled onto the cushion and fell asleep. You hoped he’d be able to wake up enough when you got him home to drink some water so his headache you knew he’d have in the morning won’t be so aggressive.

You slid into the driver's seat and adjusted the height and proximity of the seat to the dash and wheel, since Eijirou happens to be a giant who needs the seat practically on the car floor. The redhead plopped himself into the passenger and buckled up as you adjusted your mirrors and soon brought the engine to life.

The ride home was uneventful and quick. The late night had thinned traffic considerably and Ejiirou kept a quiet conversation so as to not accidentally wake up Katsuki in the back, though you didn’t think sound would really stir him at the moment. He was a pretty heavy sleeper when drunk.

Getting the blond out of the car and inside the house was harder than getting him in the car since when he was shook awake, he was only really moving about as much as a caterpillar- in small inches. He was drowsy and dizzy and tired, and you knew that. You were just content on getting him into bed.

When you did, you and Eijirou stepped into the kitchen for a moment to talk. You were ready to tell him goodnight and to instruct him to watch over Katsuki while you headed home, when he stopped your retreat to the door.

“You could just stay over tonight.”

“Ei,” you sigh. You knew you could, but it was late, Katsuki was passed out drunk in bed already and Eijirou looked pretty tired himself. You just wanted to let them both rest for the remainder of the night. He pursed his lips, grabbing your hands and swinging him lazily around.

“Please? Kats would love to wake up to you in the morning, especially after his little fit.”

Curse him and his puppy dog eyes.

You were quick to cave and were soon crawling into bed with him and joining your other boyfriend, changed into one of his shirts for nighttime comfort. Taking positions on opposite sides of Katsuki since he was smack dab in the middle of the bed, you hooked your leg over one of his and placed your hand on his stomach. Eijirous was quick to join, covering your hand ontop Katsuki.

“Goodnight baby,” Eijirou purred in victory as you rolled your eyes, but still smiled.

“G’night, Eijirou.”

The next morning Katsuki woke first and the moment his eyes blinked open, he hissed and clamped them shut again. His head pounded and he brought one of his hands to his forehead, his forefinger and thumb rubbing against his temples.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “I’m never drinking again,” he whined in a fit of pain- obviously that was a lie and he knew it. Pushing himself to sit up, he felt a weight on his stomach and across his waist. Dropping his hand, he saw both your and Eijirou’s arms over his middle. You sleeping on your side while Eijirou had rolled onto his stomach during the night. He felt your leg tangled up with his as Eijirou was face first into his pillow with his feet peeking out from under the blankets.

He didn’t remember a goddamn thing after he started drinking last night, but his face felt stiff for some reason and his nose was a little stuffy. He rubbed the back of his head and cursed.

“Fuck this,” he groaned again, flopped back down onto the mattress. Whatever happened, he’d ask about it later. All he knew, was right now both of his partners were sleeping next to him, so he was going the fuck back to sleep too.

Later on, when he did ask what happened the night before, he wished he had just stayed ignorant.

-x-x-x-

a/n: no but this was sorta refreshing to write?? like it was just a good time lol. lowkey tho, if kiri was the one getting hammered, he's 100% just a sleepy drunk, so good luck dragging around a giant boulder bc he's not gonna be walking lol

#kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x reader fluff #drunk bakugou #kirishima #bakugou #x reader #reader insert #bnha #bnha kirishima #bnha bakugou #krbk #kirkbaku fluff

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BnHA Chapter 325: Deku VS the Outside of U.A. ~Conclusion~

Previously on BnHA: Ochako was all “dear bloodthirsty mob, this kid you see standing before you has fought harder than anyone and put his life on the line to protect you all, so please chill the fuck out, jesus christ. like, putting aside that he’s humanity’s best hope and so it’s very much in your best interests to let him rest and recover someplace safe so that he can keep fighting for us, are y’all seriously going to turn away an injured and exhausted child in front of his sobbing mother?? seriously?? come on now.” I’m paraphrasing here but that’s basically how it went down. Anyway so then the mob was all, “...” and Deku collapsed to his knees in tears, and Gigantic Fox Lady and Kouta ran over to give him a hug but then the chapter ended.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “FINE, YOU CAN HUG HIM”, which, was that so hard?? The U.A. Clown Mob is all “come to think of it, we’ve kind of been taking the heroes for granted this entire time, maybe we should be less passive in the future. anyway so Deku if it’s not too much to ask, can you please save everyone and fix everything.” Deku is all “I sure can, and by the way I forgive you for swarming around all menacingly two minutes ago and trying to deny me basic shelter and stuff.” Ectoplasm is all, “hey Todogang get a load of this. [walks in a circle].” Hawks is all, “that’s literally the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rat Principal is all, “anyway so that’s what your students did today, hope you’re enjoying your new *~*ROBOT LEG*~*, Aizawa.” Aizawa is all “[lots of exposition about Kurogiri and for some reason, Toga, while being all brooding and sexy].” All Might is all “[standing here right outside of U.A. doing absolutely nothing and being foreboding AF]” and that immediately sucked away all of the warm fuzzy feelings from the hugs, goddammit.

each new week has become a waiting game of “when will Deku finally get to take a bath so people will actually be willing to go near him and give him the hugs he deserves.” the stakes have never been so compelling. I’ve almost forgotten about AFO entirely

lmaoooooo

me: for the love of god will someone please give Deku a hug before I die of old age

Mineta: YOU GOT IT!! --

Iida: [SWIFTLY CUTS HIM OFF] NOT YOU

fucking losing it at Mineta’s crying face. he really wanted to hug him. I legit feel bad but this is also the funniest thing I have seen all week, omg

somehow Kouta, who last week was only a hand’s breadth away from touching Deku’s head, is now twenty miles away from him in this new chapter

can I make a Loki reference here. is this recap a good place to insert a joke about someone using a TVA time-rewinding device to fuck with my poor boy Kouta over here. well anyway there it is

AND NOW HE’S BACK ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG

(ETA: since when is he “niichan” omg?? can’t handle this cuteness.)

BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT HUGGING HIM FFFFKFFFFF. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO. WHO DO I HAVE TO BRIBE AND/OR BLACKMAIL

OH NO KOUTA IS CRYING THAT’S IT I’M DONE FOR

“when I heard that lady I knew that I had to go, but then stop again within inches of actually touching you because you smell like week-old rotten onions.” listen Kouta, I’m not saying I don’t get it, but you all can’t keep doing this to me. it’s the way you guys keep teasing it. like, if you’re gonna hug him, hug him. don’t just stand there with your arms held rigidly out in front of you like a molded action figure

OH MY GOSH BUT HE SAID THE THING

KOUTA SWOOPING IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT FOR FIXING DEKU LIKE THAT ONE KID IN THE GROUP PROJECT WHO DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STILL TAGS HIS NAME ONTO THE REPORT ANYWAY, WHAT A KNAVE

GASP

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SHE PICKED HIM UP LIKE A LITTLE BABY OMG?? she just leaned right over and lifted this child like he was a small animal. like a lil baby futon that she was about to hang up to dry. oh my god

-- HEY WHAT

(: well that’s extremely fucked up. though sadly not too surprising given what we just saw these past couple chapters

incidentally, I hope that anyone who was legitimately defending the civilians’ perspective earlier takes note here of how quickly that line of thinking -- “we’re just trying to keep our families safe” and all that-- can lead to straight up bigotry. if you’re willing to deny a child shelter and protection simply because he’s not YOUR child, and because you’ve decided based on Internet rumors (no real-world parallels there, I’m sure) that he might present a threat, it’s really not that much further of a leap to discriminating against entire groups of people simply because you perceive those groups as being dangerous. I’m sure the people who turned Gigantic Fox Lady away also told themselves afterwards that they did it to protect their families. “better safe than sorry.” “she’ll be fine, someone will take her in, but as for us, we can’t afford to take that risk.” people can come up with all kinds of justifications for treating other people as less than human, and the really scary thing about it is how fucking easy it is

one last quick side note, which is that Horikoshi does a great job here of showing how scapegoating works, given that AFO is the one who’s really to blame and who presents the actual threat, and yet Deku is the one who ultimately winds up being the target of the mob’s fear and outrage despite him being as much of a victim as they are. gotta love that irony, which unfortunately plays out far too often in the real world as well.

anyway I’ll get off my soapbox now, sorry about that. let us continue

YES, FINALLY OH MY GOD!!!!

AND THAT’S THE STORY OF HOW GIGANTIC FOX LADY BECAME THE GREATEST HERO. PACK IT ALL UP, WE’RE DONE HERE KIDS

holy shit. the real MVP right there. thanks for getting it done champ

jesus christ I have had it up to here with these people

literally the bar is set so low at this point that I’ll go ahead and take it. helping him because it offers them a tactical advantage is at least one step up from not helping him at all

“WHY NOT SHIKETSU” MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

-- thank you!!

okay this one guy with the antennae hair is having himself a character development speedrun here

-- okay, but this part?? fucking this part, right here??

can we repeat that again?? the part where this guy acknowledges that the problems of hero society were caused not just by said heroes, but also by said society?? the part where he acknowledges that they treated the heroes like celebrities who were putting on a show for them?? the part where he acknowledges that when push came to shove, the vast majority of those heroes, when faced with a situation that offered no reward, were nonetheless willing to put their lives on the line to protect the very same people who then turned around and blamed them rather than thanking them?? are the civilians of BnHA even allowed to have actual deep thoughts about this stuff. holy shit

bro!!

ANTENNAE HAIR GUY SHOVING KOUTA AND GIGANTIC FOX LADY OUT OF THE WAY TO SLAP HIS NAME ONTO THE END CREDITS AS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER. CONGRATULATIONS SON YOU FIGURED OUT THE CORE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION AT THE VERY HEART OF THE MANGA. WAY TO GO BUD

meanwhile, on today’s episode of “one more chapter to go till the big volume cliffhanger, how else can I drag things out let’s see”

it’s a panel. of people’s feet. just a bunch of normal feet. with sneakers and shit

this All Might shirt guy is getting more screentime in this arc than 90% of the class 1-A kids

I guess I’m supposed to feel sorry for this dude now that he’s all “if we let you stay here do you promise to somehow magically fix every single problem that we are now currently facing?” those are some ridiculously exacting standards my dude. come on now

KACCHAN SIGHTING

thank fuck I’m not the only one who’s thoroughly unimpressed by absolutely all of this lol. I feel better now. meanwhile Iida and Kouda and Kiri are ready to run over there and hug them all. you guys are way too forgiving. damn you and your pure hearts

anyway so Deku’s like “yeah, definitely”

(ETA: almost forgot to comment on the “I’m no longer alone” part – he basically corrects the guy and says “sorry, but you’ll need to direct that question towards all of us, not just me, because moving forward we’re a team.” good stuff.)

you know what though, all joking aside... fuck yeah. because perfect victory, right. the strongest guys don’t settle for anything less. so I guess Deku has pretty exacting standards himself

also can you all just take a look at this fucking kid who’s got so much light in his eyes now that I’m gonna need eclipse goggles. hot damn. “you’re welcome” says All Might Shirt Guy as he is frantically interviewed by several local news networks asking him how he daringly managed to save Deku all by himself. “well I guess I’ve just never been the kind of guy who can sit back and let a bunch of rabble-rousers blame a little kid for all of humanity’s problems. someone had to step in and take action, you know?”

oH MY GOD THE SCENE IS FINALLY ENDING

don’t let the door hit you on your way out All Might Shirt Guy

but meanwhile, sudden Tododrama action??

oh shit

there are honestly so many ways in which Ochako’s very moving speech could have wildly backfired that I genuinely have no clue where this is headed lol. how exciting!!

so now Horikoshi is once again stalling for time with random filler panels, but this one is 10x better than the shoes lol omg

(1) was Ectoplasm’s jacket always this oversized. (2) did you guys know that if you go back to chapter 319 you can see that Horikoshi gave us a sneak peak at Enji’s Sad Detective disguise and I in fact made a joke about it in the 319 recap not realizing it was actually the stone cold truth. (3) did Shouto deliberately speed up out of impatience because Hawks was walking so fucking slow and he couldn’t take it any longer. (4) and what, I ask you, is up with these dramatic speedlines. so many mysteries here. what a masterpiece

everyone is acting all shocked about something ahh what’s going on

wait what

what the heck. did they just loop around behind everyone. what was the point of that lol. “anyway, so this is what they look like from the back” well okay, thanks for that Ectoplasm

(ETA: so it seems like they were actually hanging out someplace else away from the crowd this whole time, I guess? here I thought they had more faith in Enji’s disguise. I guess Shouto and Hawks don’t particularly want to attract this crowd’s attention themselves right now either, though.)

I am so fucking confused lmao

speaking of All Might WHERE THE FUCK IS HE lol. but yes, good, OFA brings everyone together, and Hawks is very deeply moved about this out of the blue all of a sudden. you know how it is

aw heck yeah now this is another filler panel I can get behind

Mineta really wants that hug, good lord. I genuinely love this actually. Mineta if you could just stay little and cute and keep crying about how much you love your classmates in a non-gross way for the rest of the series I would be so appreciative. you’re doing great

IIDA IS HOLDING DEKU’S HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH FOR MY MAN HE’S ADDICTED NOW

what did I tell you. Kiri wants to get all of the mob’s autographs now. Kiri you’re a peach

Shouji having a conversation with another mutant type is a very nice touch! we really need to get to his backstory soon. I feel like that casual remark from GFL earlier was kind of hinting at more to come

is this the first time we’ve ever seen the Yaoyorictionary in action?? never forget that Viz tried to call it the “Yaoyorozu Reference Book” because they hate fun

last but not least, KAMIBAKU IS BACK ON THE MENU, FUCK YEAH. Kaminari trying to spice things up and introduce a little bit of controversy by smacking Kacchan on the back of the head for god knows what. I will be deeply disappointed after this if I can’t find at least one person unironically declaring that KamiBaku is now toxic and abusive

lfkdlWLWK TODODRAMA??

oh my god. Shouto’s face. Enji’s face. the back to “oyaji” again. the blunt, not-taking-no-for-an-answer, “I don’t know how much louder the universe can scream at you that doing things alone is not it, so hopefully you got the point” directness of it. fffdlkslj I’m so ready for this Horikoshi please don’t fuck it up my expectations are so high

HOLY FUCK

I SCROLLED DOWN AND HE WAS ALL “( ❛‿❛)” AND I JUST WASN’T FUCKING EXPECTING THAT OKAY. JESUS CHRIST. GIVE ME A SEC

lol okay moment over and now Enji’s pulling his hat down all dramatically like a world-weary Cowboy

OH MY GOD WERE YOU FACETIMING??

AHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: not to put Iida down or anything, but it’s kind of strange that Aizawa is all “the class rep sure did great” when Ochako is the one that was giving that whole big speech for like twenty minutes just now lol.)

(ETA 2: “thank god Iida stepped in just in the nick of time to keep Mineta from hugging Deku.” sorry Mineta I really do like you lately but it’s still low-hanging fruit lol.)

HE LOOKS SO SAD??! HE LOOKS LIKE HEARTBREAK ITSELF??! I AM BESOUGHT WITH THE URGE TO REACH INTO MY SCREEN AND PULL HIM INTO THE SAFETY OF MY ARMS??? MY GOD, AND I THOUGHT DEKU NEEDED HUGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay I was gonna just hold down the letter H for a full minute and count it out loud but within about ten seconds I realized I needed to chill lol

-- but then again NO, I DON’T NEED TO CHILL, I HAVE ZERO CHILL, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE IT’S AIZAWA WITH A ROBOT LEG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMPLETE WITH ROBOT TOES FOR THAT EXTRA TOUCH OF AUTHENTICITY!! I LIKE HOW HORIKOSHI PUT ALL THIS EXTRA “!!!” EMPHASIS AROUND IT IN CASE WE COULD SOMEHOW POSSIBLY FAIL TO TAKE NOTICE. “REMEMBER, EVERYONE?” SAYS HORIKOSHI HELPFULLY. “REMEMBER THAT TIME AIZAWA CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN LEG?” oh wow now that you mention it we somehow forgot all about that. like who do you take us for

OH NO NOT THE SAD BOYFRIEND ANGST THAT I WAS SECRETLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WITH GLEE

well at least he’s not M.I.A. or back with the villains again like I thought he might be. still, that’s gotta be brutal to know your friend is in there somewhere, but to not be able to reach him again no matter how hard you try. that’s the kind of angst that pays off in final battles just when you most expect it. such is my hope, at any rate

what’s this now??

trying to decide if this is Horikoshi’s way of saying don’t worry about that, or his way of saying definitely worry about that lol

anyway so Aizawa is out here being all irresponsibly handsome once again. when is someone going to do something about him

here for Sexy Robot Leg Eyepatch Aizawa clenching his fists and making speeches about revenge. pretty sure we’re all here for that

WELL, WELL, WELL

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I’M VERY GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE AND SEEMINGLY WELL, THOUGH!

BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGH, ALL MIGHT

ffff. bracing myself for that cliffhanger next week. you’d better not touch one hair on this man’s head Horikoshi. I’m watching you 

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