#reupload because of typos

[artsy-airhead]

I hope the path to wherever you're going is soft and full of flowers. I hope the sun is warm and I hope there are places to rest

#i loved this scene #dimension 20 #burrow's end #reupload because typo sorry #dimension 20 burrows end #my art

[sultrytoji]

'Vengeance' - Toji Fushiguro.

summary: in which Mafia!Toji Fushiguro kills for you and you find yourself feeling turned on by your murderous lover. wc: 2.9k warnings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader, graphic mentions of murder, mentions of blood, size kink, Toji is a bit soft for you as his cherished beloved, you're a bit unhinged here, squirting, creampie

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"I would kill for you."

The words cut the comfortable silence like a knife but you do not flench. A tender smile chases across your full lips, casting a look up at your lover as you clean his bloody knuckles. A routine you fell into lately whenever Toji came home after a long day of being a mafia boss. Whether you were cleaning off his blood or someone else's, Toji found solace in it. He enjoyed it because the love and care you showed for him is something he never got tired of. He could take multiple lives and you would be sitting right here, cleaning and tending to his wounds. You were his only light in his darkened, disgusting, hell life seemed to be. You were his only beacon, and he would kill anyone who threatened to dim it.

And you knew this.

"I know." You reply, applying antiseptic to his knuckles. Tiny hisses could be heard from the gruff man but quickly ceased as the small stings grew annoying more than painful. He lifts his hand to take a heavy drag from an ongoing lit cigarette as you finish up the last dressings to his wounds. You promptly put away the first aid kit under the sink, just barely putting the box away before a pair of strong hands grab your waist. You are pulled into his lap and forced to face your lover. Your delicate fingers trace the scar at the corner of his mouth as he takes another sharp inhale. Smoke clouded his lungs and nicotine numbed his brain with delight as he took in your sleepy expression.

Some of him felt bad for waking you, but he knew you would yell at him for bleeding on the sheets come morning. So when his broad frame entered the doorway, he didn't bother being quiet. He kicked the door closed and jolted you from your sleep, a silly mistake on his part. He remembers quickly grabbing your wrist, saying, it's me princess before you put a bullet in his skull. One of the many defensive responses you had learned after being tangled with Toji Fushiguro.

After assuring you it was him - your sleep finally released hold of your cognitive abilities - your hand retracted from the cold metal under the pillow. You got up from the bed, grabbed one of his hands, and dragged him behind you to the master bathroom. Commencing the routine of cleaning and attending to his wounds.

And now you sat on his lap, his wounds cared for and no more blood threatening to ruin your sheets.

So why exactly weren't you too back in bed? You had a feeling there was more to the reason why Toji dragged you out of bed.

And as usual, your feelings are right.

"You know that fucker who bothered you at the club last weekend?" Toji's gruff voice broke the silence and he watched your expression change to a thoughtful one. Your eyes shift to the side to recall the unpleasant moment. A night out with your girls ended with a man harassing you and your friends. Another man who could not take no for an answer. You were so irate, so angry that a man dared to touch you and your friends. Stifling tears that night, you called Toji and remember just ranting when he picked up.

"God I hate men like him." You had the wickedest tone in your voice that Toji never heard before. You may not remember the bite you had, due to how intoxicated you were, but Toji remembers. He remembers hearing that tone in your voice that echoed murderous rage.

"I hate hearing how upset you are and I can't get to you." Toji had gripped his phone viciously, fingers twitching to grab his keys to race to where you were. However, he was in the middle of a business deal.

"It's fine. I just want you to kill him. Kill men like him." Your words did nothing but echo in his brain for the rest of the evening.

"I hear you, baby."

"Yeah..." You trail off, eyebrows raised as you wait to see where Toji was going with this. He took a final inhale of his cigarette before ashing it in a nearby ashtray. His full attention was on you before he spoke.

"You'll never have to worry about him again." He said and you did not need him to elaborate on what he meant by that. You knew damn well what he meant by it and all sleep left your body. You cast a look over to the trash, the blood-soaked paper towels catching your eye and you look back at Toji.

"Is that why you haven't carried us to bed yet," you wrap your arms around his neck, "to tell me that you have killed for me." The way killed rolled off your tongue, and with the seductive eyebrow raise to match, Toji found himself smirking. Especially when you softly rocked your hips against his lap.

"Wanted to tell you I gutted him like deserved." Toji says, fingers digging into your waist.

"Was this before or after your meeting today?" You question, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He chuckles at your curiosity.

"Does it matter?" He asks, green eyes narrowing.

"No, but just wanted to see if you were that petty enough to do it after you got cut to hell." You laugh and Toji chuckles darkly. His hands leave your waist, sliding up your frame to slowly button the oversized shirt you were wearing. He could no longer ignore your hard nipples that poked through the material.

"Call me petty then, y/n." He frees your breast, groping them immediately and twisting your nipples with his fingers. You sigh at the feeling. You lean forward grabbing his lips with yours, unable to hold back from kissing him. Something about him paying a visit to a man who bothered you last weekend set something off in you. The thought of him stalking this man down how he did you and your friends left you wanting to rub your thighs together.

"Did he scream?" You ask against his lips and he shifts underneath your frame. His cock is stirring and reacting to your sudden change in demeanor. You were getting off on the thought of him killing someone for you and he couldn't ignore the blood beginning to rapidly pulse through his stream. His libido increasing to tenfold.

"Drug it out as long as possible but he was weak. I could have brought you to do it. Taught you somethings." He says against your mouth, testing to see just how far were you willing to go. Did you have limits? He needed to know.

"Bummer," you speak, his pupils dilating as his blood rushes to his cock, "next time." you whisper against his mouth, sultrily and he claims your mouth with his. He had enough and he needed to take you now. In a swift motion, he has you in the air, carrying you to the bed.

Time seemed to blur together and the next thing you knew your ankle was at his shoulder as he shoved his girthy cock inside you. The other leg was hoisted up by his other hand, holding you by the underside of your thigh. Pathetic whimpers and moans fell from your mouth as he continued to snap his hips back and forth.

"Toji!" You call out, sobbing as tears run down your cheeks. He takes a thumb, flicking the tear away before grunting.

"You're so filthy. Pussy getting wet because of me killing someone for you." He grabs ahold of your face with his one hand. You peer at him through hooded eyes, completely lost in the lust and the lewd thrusts coming from Toji. You are coherent enough to understand his words, a playful smile flaunting across your lips.

"Its why you love me." You tease and he chuckles, slowing his erratic thrusts for a moment. He could not deny that and he pats your cheek lovingly. You fall into his touch, whimpering softly as you feel his cock leave but only return to your silky, wet, cunt. Toji groans at the arousal coating his length, your sticky nectar gushing between your thighs and wetting his pelvis. He bites his lip, never tired of how wet your cunt gets because of him.

"Can't deny that, baby." He finally says back, tender moment over and he slams his cock back into you abruptly. You choke on a moan, wailing in pure pleasure as he snapped his hips against you over and over. Toji takes both of his hands, pinning them under your thighs and folding you in half almost. He shoves his cock deep, your walls contracting tightly around his cock before creaming. You mewl, toes curling and all Toji can do is grin.

"Oh-" you choke, "Toji!" One of his hands leaves your thigh to circle his thumb on your swollen clit. The puffy nub ached to be touched and Toji's calloused pad added just the right amount of roughness to send your head spinning. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, mouth agape as he continued his assault.

"No one will ever put a hair out place on that pretty head of yours. Understand me?" Your eyes open, feeling his hand leave your clit to grab your face once again. His stern words and dark gaze left you quivering and not because you were scared. A moan tumbles from your lips before you respond.

"Yes, Toji." You say, thighs quivering in unison with your cunt. He grins, feeling your tight walls attempting — and failing miserably — to push his heavy cock out. He knows you're a second away from coming. He releases your face once again to find his thumb back on your clit. You huff, frowning as your body shook violently.

"Gonna come yeah? Come all over this cock that fucking kills for you." His filthy words and a reminder of the murderous act he committed for you send you into a tailspin. Your mouth opens, a desperate wail ripping through before you squirt all over Toji's cock. You reach up nails raking down his chest and earning multiple hisses from him. Toji grabs you by your shoulder before sliding out of you. You whimper at the loss but gasp as he throws you onto your stomach.

Toji handles you like you're a rag doll and you're reminded of his brute strength and size. You cast a look behind you, seeing his stature tower over you before he grabs your waist. He places you on your knees and lines your ass up against his front. He spreads your thighs before slipping his cock back in. You threaten to double over but Toji reaches out, a hand grasping around your arm to pull you back against him. Your skin touching his was set ablaze and his big hand closes around your throat. He brings his mouth to your lips before speaking.

"I'm not finished with you yet." He grunts, hips slamming against your ass and causing you to cry out. The new angle had you seeing stars, babbling incoherent praises and curses. His cock continued to sink inside your drenched cunt, a delicious burn along your walls because of the stretch.

"Right there — oh! Fuck!" You were becoming a sobbing mess, thighs shaking and threatened to give out at any moment. Toji saw this, your small frame struggling to keep up with his massive size and he couldn't help but smirk. You were a fighter. A stubborn fighter and you were all his.

And everyone needed to know that.

"Your thighs shaking, you need me to help you?" Toji taunts, his hand on your throat tightening. You could still breathe, but the pressure left hot prickles of goosebumps up and down your spine. His other arm comes around your frame, holding you up and steady against him.

"Toji!" Your toes curl and your body goes limp in his arms. His strength allows him to continue to hold your body in place, not allowing you to escape the relentless thrusts from his cock. You knew you weren't going to last much longer. All you could scream was his name at this point. Fucked completely stupid to the point where all you wanted to do was say his name.

"You wanna know the first thing I took from him was," Toji starts, moving his fingers from your throat to creep up your chin, "his fingers." He says before shoving his digits inside your mouth. You latch onto them, sucking and moaning around them. Drool and spit run down your chin when he retracts his fingers. You whimper at the loss but immediately choke when those sloppy wet digits land on your aching clit.

"I'm going to come!" You warned, your thighs quivering and your hand reached down to his arm around your waist. Your nails dug into his skin, breaking it, but Toji did not mind. His cock jumped at the feeling of your scratches as you wailed in his arms.

"Give me my reward for killing for this pussy." Toji coaches you through your orgasm, shoving his cock deeper inside your cunt, tip reaching the deepest parts of you. White clouds your vision as electricity jolts throughout your body. The hairs on your body stand up as you tumble into an overwhelmingly sensual delirium.

"Shit baby." Toji chuckles, feeling you squirt once again as you came hard. Your body shook violently and you went limp in his arms. You cry, tears running down your face from how hard you orgasmed. It only became more paralyzing as Toji still continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Toji," you hiccup, "fuck!" You were a mess and the overstimulation left you euphorically dazed. Toji now had you laying on your stomach, his frame perched on your thighs as he had your cheeks spread. He started watching his cock disappear between your silky folds. You were not even fully out of your first orgasm haze and here Toji was about to fuck you into another. Your cunt left his cock creamy and he groans at the sight.

"You're soaking baby." Toji felt himself coming soon, head swimming as your arousal continued to mix. His cock pulsing with the desire to release. That knot in his member threatening to unravel at any moment.

"It's all for you, Ji." You managed to call from the pillow, he admires your resolve, still trying to keep up. He chuckles before slapping your ass cheek, earning a moan and a twitch of your cunt. He hisses, balls swelling and he began to thrust faster.

"Fuck. I'm gonna come inside this pretty little cunt." Toji warns, chest heaving faster and he slaps your rear once more. Your walls twitch around him again, whimpering as you gush around him one more time. The sight sends him over the edge and he lets out a groan.

"Come for me, Mr. Fushiguro." You taunt, earning another slap of the ass and you squeal. Your clit twitches and his cock nudges that perfect spot and you come a second time. You drop your head into the pillow as your body trembles.

"Sassy little fucking mouth." He chuckles, ceasing his thrusts and sliding out of you. You whimper at the loss, tossing your head to the side to look over your shoulder. You watch Toji spread your ass cheeks and you open your legs, already knowing what he wanted to see.

"You like it though." You fire back as you watch the man eye your abused cunt. You're sure it's covered in your sticky nectar and it's only a matter of time before Toji's cum joins the mix too. He doesn't move his gaze before replying.

"I also like when you behave." He says, seeing his cum creep out of your cunt and he frowns. He takes his fingers and starts fucking his semen back inside of you. You whimper because your walls are still sensitive, but you take it. You love this primal and territorial side of him.

"I've been good lately." You frown, a soft moan escaping your mouth as he retracts his fingers, satisfied with stuffing you with his cum. He moves, crawling up the bed and extending his fingers to you. You don't need to be told what to do and you're sucking the mixture of you two off his digits. He grunts.

"Lately." He repeats as you remove his fingers from your mouth. You chuckle giving him a small smile, looking up at him from the pillow.

"It's your turn to take care of me." You turn over to your side, extending your arms to your lover. A disdained look casts over his face, a look many would fear but it only makes you giggle more. You manage your best puppy dog eyes.

"Stop that shit, y/n." Toji's command is ignored and you only continue to give him puppy eyes. He sighs, sucking his teeth as he runs a tired hand over his face. Years you two have been together and yet you still were able to stress him out. You were such a pain in his ass but he loved it.

He didn't have to verbally tell you for you to know that either.

©kentolesbian 📓☕︎♫₊˚.🎧 ✩｡ ╰┈┈➤ MASTERLIST!. . . coming soon

#reupload because the header was a nasty no no!!! #just getting around to reuploading too so hehe #toji fushiguro smut #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #toji headcanons #toji fushiguro #writings #hopefully i haven't missed any typos but eh this ain't english class I'll catch them later enjoyyy < #<3

[louismoncher]

100 unforgettable movie scenes:

Faye Dunaway & Warren Beatty in Bonnie and Clyde (1967) Dir. Arthur Penn

#had to reupload because of typo lol #anyway this is one of my fave films ever #bonnie and clyde #faye dunaway #warren beatty #old hollywood #classicfilmedit #classicfilmblr #bynisa #movieedit #filmedit #moviegifs #moviescenes

[zabberzim]

happy birthday, it’s your birthday wirth 13/1 🥳

(reupload because of a typo)

#reupload because of a fucking typo #I MADE THIS LIKE #AN YEAR AGO #AMD SOMEHOW NEVER NOTICED IT?.?? #mashle #fanart #art #my art #wirth madl #orter madl #orter’s unnamed junior #alex elliot #doodle #comic #happy birthday Wirth

[starrattlerofprydain]

Following up part one, Roxas and Ventus finally get around to bonding with each other.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

#kingdom hearts #roxas #ventus #data greeting #video #i had to reupload the video because of a typo ajshdfgd #anywhoo i think it should be good now 😅

[belle-keys]

Matthew Fairchild: Beauty and the Bottle (Meta)

Alternately entitled Matthew is still in love with Cordelia in the Epilogue, or, The Love Triangle made sense thematically, or, Matthew’s character arc was just excellent in ChoT, or, Matthew as one of Cassie’s best.

Feel free to stream Pomme while you read. 

Okay, so now that we’re post-ChoT, I’m starting a new meta series where I break down some of the characters and the issues I had with The Last Hours trilogy now that it’s complete. In this post, I’m exploring the intersection between the Fairstairs, Matthew’s alcoholism, his characterization, and Oscar Wilde (the man). I’m starting off with Matthew, who’s my favorite character in the trilogy and like, my third favorite TSC character ever. This is a review and analysis of his character arc in the series as well as some of my opinions on his character. (N.B. there’s a lot of gushing and simping here. The other ones I have planned are not even remotely as flattering.)

How Cassie writes Matthew

All in all, I thought Matthew was the best written character in TLH and in Chain of Thorns. I thought that his character had a clear-cut narrative arc and that his character also remained consistent from start to finish. Matthew feels well thought-out because he’s fundamentally a character of enigma and a character of subversion. It felt like Matthew was real and wasn’t just a sidekick or an unwilling hero. But moreover, I find that from the midpoint of Chain of Iron, Matthew changed the trajectory of the story completely. I don’t mean in the sense that the love triangle was formed and got in the way of Jordelia (okay, I guess), but rather that Matthew’s character arc threw both James and Cordelia’s own arcs off guard, out of their orbits. This was for the better.

Enigma - It’s incredibly interesting that we don’t know what Matthew thinks or feels, at least not really, due to no Matthew POVs. We got a couple of pages in ChoG from his POV, but that was only to show the Grace kiss, and that was only because we couldn’t have gotten anything from Grace’s POV so early on in the trilogy for obvious reasons. And besides Cast Long Shadows, we got nothing else using Matthew’s narration in the trilogy. Nothing in ChoI or ChoT at all, at the very least. Like… that’s fricking weird, isn’t it? Not weird in the bad way, but weird in the sense that you have characters who are significantly less influential in the main plot/in the Jordelia plot, like Anna or Ari, who get POVs literally all the time. And yet, we never really know what Matthew is feeling at any moment. This is actually awesome. By giving us less of Matthew in the POV, Matthew becomes a larger-than-life character in the story i.e. he’s outside of the reach of the reader; he’s almost untouchable despite being, in my opinion, omnipresent in ChoT. I find it hard to believe people don’t see Matthew as a compelling character by default.

Subversion - Indeed, I was not kidding when I said Matthew is vaguely omnipresent. He is, kind of. He literally threw the Herondaisy ship off its course in a considerable way. His alcoholism and increased depression were always in the back of every character’s mind, and yet, we didn’t really get a peep out of Matthew until we did, and when we did, it always packed a punch. I think the fact that Matthew hides his feelings and his innermost desires is an effective trait that Cassie plays on time and time again by not giving us his POV. We’re always getting a reveal from Matthew, or an unanticipated act from him i.e. “love is a creeping vine”, him going to Edom with James. I know this is partly due to the alcoholism, but it’s a smart narrative choice nonetheless. Matthew is always important without his importance being immediately shoved in our faces: Matthew was instrumental in both the Thomastair arc and the Jordelia arc.

Matthew and Alcoholism

I was really pleased with the way Cassie dealt with Matthew’s addiction and his trauma. The scene where he tells Charlotte about the potion business should have been an extended scene, but everything else was amazing. Cassie absolutely needed to put Matthew through the wringer in ChoT for all of his foreshadowing as being a beautifully tragic young man to make sense. In fact, I had anticipated it would be way worse than it actually was, but alas, it’s fine. I like the way that Matthew absolutely did not have an easy time in Chain of Thorns. Every time you thought the withdrawal symptoms were manageable for him, he either drank again, or got hurt in some way, or simply couldn’t manage the withdrawal symptoms at all. It also was the factor that ended Fairstairs, which was important, as Matthew was becoming, in Cordelia’s head at least, a potential reincarnation of her father. Matthew’s alcoholism was as realistic as possible, at least in the context of a YA paranormal fantasy book. Cassie didn’t sugarcoat or water down what Matthew was facing nor its consequences on his relationships, and good.

Matthew and Cordelia

I maintain that by the Epilogue, Matthew is still in love with Cordelia, that he's leaving in part because of his feelings for her, and that she's very much aware of this (the stone thing seems metaphorical). This is why I say that Matthew's arc is bittersweet: his love will indeed remain unrequited and he has to live with that, at least until he inevitably moves on. He does not have the chance that Jem will inevitably have with Tessa in 100 years. He's leaving James and Cordelia for a reason, because he knows it will hurt to live and have to see it every damn day (in the same way that he was actually gonna run off to Paris alone and by himself at the end of ChoI anyway, before Cordelia has busted in).

In my opinion, the Fairstairs arc was excellent, from a holistic perspective. I will talk about this more in Cordelia’s meta piece, but essentially, Matthew symbolizes the self-liberation trope as it relates to Cordelia (James symbolizes stability and safety). For Cordelia, Matthew is kindled fire where James is eternal cool, Matthew is the bacchanalia where James is the hearth, Matthew is the Bohemian where James is the Gentleman’s Paragon. As you may have noticed in some of my previous posts on this topic, Matthew exists to provide an avenue of freedom for Cordelia: freedom from rules, from Edwardian morals and etiquette, from judgment, freedom from repression - he subverts Cordelia’s expectations of how her own life can play out. It’s for this reason that Matthew is characterized as the hedonist and as the decadent, and why we’re reminded of it time and time again by Cordelia herself. Matthew, by nature of the subversion that we’ve covered in the earlier section, was the ideal choice to whisk Cordelia away from the path she’d thought was carved out for her. If James and Cordelia are two stars locked in each other’s orbit, Matthew is a golden comet that appears out of nowhere but whose power you cannot deny.

If Matthew effectively symbolizes self-liberation and his character plays purely on subverted expectations, then Cordelia not having Matthew and Cordelia rejecting Matthew (Jordelia stans, look away now!) represents the end of Cordelia’s quest to escape society, to escape society’s inherent restrictions, hierarchies and repression, and the end of her quest to attain self-liberation to the fullest. Cordelia has chosen the least subversive path possible at the end of her story and has chosen to stay in orbit after all, and great for her! Matthew, to paraphrase Oscar Wilde, will always represent to Cordelia all the sins she never committed, all the choices she never really made, all the opportunities she did not take, and she will always be fond of him for that. Regardless, Matthew was not in a suitable mental place for any relationship in ChoT (see the previous section on alcoholism) and we’re reminded that this freedom that Matthew symbolizes came with a caveat after all. Plus Herondale love runs true yadda yadda. But let’s not pretend that anything is given for nothing - Cordelia indeed has lost something very big by the end of ChoT, and it’s very bleak if you look at it with a microscope… but this isn’t Cordelia’s post! On we go!

Matthew Fairchild as Dorian Gray

So, Matthew is absolutely Dorian Gray. Starting with the physical or immediate similarities, we do notice that Matthew is lean and tall and blonde and angelic, looking the way Dorian is described in the text (we as a society must never let a certain actor, bless him, let us forget this). Dorian makes a deal with the devil to stay young and beautiful forever, while Matthew purchases a truth potion from a sketchy fairy because his trust in his mother faltered; this is the crux of Matthew’s central conflict (which will always be directly proportional to Alastair’s own conflict in the story). Dorian's horrid painting hidden in the attic is Matthew's grim secret about what later happened with the potion. Dorian is a murderer, and Matthew sees himself as a murderer (he isn't one, but he absolutely believes it). Dorian has sold his soul, and Matthew thinks his own soul is forfeit. Both Dorian and Matthew live for the sake of art, freedom, amorality, and beauty. After all, Matthew's key tenet in life is to do “mad, wonderful, colorful” things. But a hidden darkness and silent suffering beneath the obvious beauty are intrinsic in Matthew's character. Matthew turns to the bottle to cope with his own painting in the attic. The fact that Matthew is also bisexual, eccentric, a lover of Oscar Wilde, and positively adored by everyone he interacts with whosoever are also signs of his parallels with Dorian Gray. Both Matthew and Dorian prioritize extensive travels as a means of attaining these mad, wonderful, colorful experiences - Dorian, like Matthew, had fled London to tour the world and gain all the experiences he could gain with his newfound gift. Likewise, Matthew and the Fairchilds having an ever so tangential link to Faerie (even if it's by virtue of his own character descriptions) also helps us picture him as eternal and larger than stuffy London life. Matthew's beauty - beauty of body, beauty of soul, beauty in suffering, beauty as a mere pursuit - is simultaneously Matthew’s core value and core trait. 

But Matthew Fairchild eventually supersedes Dorian Gray. Dorian did not ever have the heart or soul or courage to look his own sin in the eye or to acknowledge the equilibrium that must exist between body and spirit. But Matthew finally opened up that dusty attic by the end of Chain of Thorns and looked the worst of himself in the face. And so, Matthew will retain that grace and beauty and light that is now forever out of Dorian’s reach.

Concluding Thoughts

Matthew is a character who we crave more of by virtue of Cassie’s choice to give us less of him than we would anticipate, especially considering that he’s one of the four cornerstone characters of The Last Hours. He's one of the few characters in ChoT specifically who didn't constantly make me envision Cassie just pulling strings and making things happen out of nowhere. Matthew is aesthetically beautiful on the outside and by consequence, it’s easy to merely watch him flirt with the joy of living like you’re watching a play, which is rather fitting for a character who is timely linked to stagecraft and who claims he would have been an actor in another life. But the other Matthew on the inside is also equally beautiful and shining, and he shows his capacity to love, suffer and still come out on the other side of it all with his cracks glowing gold like kintsugi. In this way, Matthew Fairchild is as relatable to us as he is still untouchable. And that’s fricking awesome.

#yes i deleted and reuploaded because of typos #matthew fairchild #the last hours #tlh #chain of thorns #chot #chain of gold #chain of iron #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #tlh meta #tsc meta #cordelia carstairs #cassie clare #cassandra clare #oscar wilde #fairstairs #the fairchilds #fairchild family

[doctor-whu]

please reblog I want to know what people think <3

#hevans is my favorite btw #it just sounds so heavenly #glee #puckleberry #quinntina #hevans #samcedes #klaine #pizes #kurtbastian #tartie #Pezberry #finchel #me posts #me talking #me polls* #reupload #because of a typo

[minwus-homebrews]

Catching up on Janbrerery, Day 2, This time for Barbarian! Having some fun with damage mitigation. The walking castle line was the inspiration here. The idea being that you provide protection around you for your allies, making it dangerous for AOE abilities but hey, what wouldn’t we all do for an extra +2 to our AC?

The abilities are designed around mitigating damage further for the Barbarian, and covering your allies, ending in you making sure that the enemy is focused on you, only you, and not the warlock crying on their last spell slot in the corner. Or at the very least making enemies run away in fear. Hope y’all enjoy this one, its short sweet, and lets you say “no, your sneak attack damage means nothing to me” to an enemy rogue.

#dnd 5e homebrew #janbrewery #dnd homebrew #dnd 5e subclasses #i have reuploaded this image a hundred times because i keep find typos #why am i bad at spelling and grammer?

[sixty-silver-wishes]

you ever see a post or a comment or just hear something someone says that lets you know they're a good writer. even if it's not intended to be literary, there's just this marvel of language woven into it that carries a spark of artistry. I love seeing people just be talented writers in their everyday communication; it feels so special to come across people expressing themselves with good craft so effortlessly, and to notice and appreciate that craft

#rambles #reuploading this because I was mortified by a typo in the original

[snakesinsocks2005]

#snakes hisses #poll #polls #reupload because typos

[hidingoutbackstage]

Still in shock that they took all the songs down BECAUSE??? IT JUST LEAVES US WITH MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS???

I KNOW?? Like okay here’s everything weird about the situation because it’s only 7 am I feel like I need lay it all out to process this. So, timeline time I guess! (I combined several images into one a few times bc of Tumblr’s 10 image per post limit but I hope everything still makes sense)

Starting January 5, the Ever After High Spotify (and Apple Music I guess although I was only checking the Spotify) began posting songs as singles. The first was called “Can’t Get Me Down” which had a screenshot of Raven from the episode “Rebel’s Got Talent” as the album cover.

Following that, two weeks later, on January 19, we get a song called “Unbreakable” which also has a screenshot of Raven from the show, from the “The Tale of Legacy Day” episode. At this point the songs are gaining attraction because what the heck, Ever After High content in 2024? Is it coming back?

People are also pointing out that Mattel renewed their licenses for some Ever After High stuff, but also companies do that all the time and I think they did it specifically for their webisodes so that they couldn’t be reposted/reuploaded to YouTube or whatever by a party that wasn’t them. It makes sense (Also I can’t actually verify which if any things they did actually renew because all I heard was people claiming that I never saw any proof)

Also at this point, both songs have given Allison Bloom composing credit, which fans thought made sense since Allison Bloom was also a composer on Ever After High content before

ONE week after “Unbreakable”, instead of two like last time, on January 26, we get the third song, Destiny, with a screenshot of promo art for the Epic Winter storyline of Briar, Crystal, Ashlynn, and Rosabella. Once again, composing credit to Allison Bloom. People are so confused, lots of people are reaching out to Mattel’s social media trying to make sense of it all. Also this song in particular had the trademark misspelled as “Ever Aftert High” which could be the reason for something happening later

Actually, before Destiny was released, someone on Reddit apparently got in contact with Bloom and asked if she had any insight as to what was up with the songs, and Bloom said, “I honestly don't know because I am not currently working on the project. Your note was the first I had heard of it. Wish I had more to tell you!” which led people to suspect Mattel was making AI generated songs but using Bloom’s name to release them, possibly because they still had a contract with her (though that is purely speculation)

Same Redditor also emailed Mattel customer support, who gave a very corporate response, but in their email used the phrase “AI-generated songs uploaded to the EAH Spotify list” blatantly calling the music AI generated in this email

One week after “Destiny”, on February 2, we get “Brand New Day” which is another single with another screenshot from the show as the cover, this time of Crystal Winter from the Epic Winter episodes

Three days after “Brand New Day”, on February 5, people realize that “Destiny” has been taken down, but ONLY Destiny. Some speculate this is due to the typo in the trademark upon release. The rest stay up

One week after “Brand New Day”, on February 9, the song “Forever Friends” with art of Raven and Apple as the cover is uploaded

Later that same day on February 9, “Forever Friends” and all the other remaining songs, “Brand New Day”, “Unbreakable”, and “Can’t Get Me Down” have all been taken off the Spotify (and Apple Music) list

#sid rants #sid answers #thesilliestofgals #ever after high #THIS IS SO CONFUSING #i hope this timeline makes sense lol

[ququb444hm]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 30 / sassy man apocalypse ☆

masterlist

warning(s): *REUPLOAD* bc i didnt like the first one n i am in love with angst/comfort, possible typos, profanity, kys joke

rain pitter-pattered against the glass windows of mr. ramirez’s classroom as soft jazz filled the empty conversations of college students writing out their history essays due at the end of the week. 

“aw man. what the hell.” rin groaned as he accidentally wrote down the wrong citation on his worksheet. “mori, do you have white-out? i keep fucking messing up and i’m so close to throwing the whole paper away.”

rummaging through his green pencil pouch, the sandy blond shook his head with a frown. “think i might’ve forgotten it in my dorm, sorry. nn* might have some though,” he stood up from his chair, walking over to yn’s table which was as quiet as ever.

(nn = nickname)

keiji had just left to go use the bathroom a few minutes ago, the seat in front of his being vacant also because that student barely came to class, today was no different. the girl who was assigned to sit in front of yn was fast asleep and the other kid who was supposed to be in front of kozume had moved to talk to their friend across the room. this left yn and kozume alone together. awkward. 

but yn didn’t seem to care... or to notice.

actually, she didn’t even seem mentally present.

mr. ramirez was still getting used to being in a physical classroom after persistently having asynchronous classes for almost two years because he simply “didn’t wanna get out of bed.”— he often supported his statement by falling asleep after his short lectures and with the current weather, it was easy to do so. 

so whenever yn had history class, it was basically a free period. which was very much needed after the conversation she had the previous day with shoyou. just what did he mean when he said kozume was scared of letting himself be happy? so focused on the question at hand that everything around her all mushed together into an unimportant blur. the pen in her dominant hand moved on autopilot, creating messy scribbles all over her notebook– seemingly illustrating her disordered mind.

“yn, do you have any white-out? cause oh! uh-” mori peeked over her shoulder, seeing the black ink pour out of the pen and dance like there was no tomorrow all over the lined paper. “uhm.. yn?”

noticing her unresponsive behavior, kozume placed a gentle hand over hers, squeezing it ever so slightly. “hey,” his soft touch mixed with the familiar comforting sound of his voice lulled yn’s tangled thoughts, bringing her back to the present moment. “are you okay? mori was trying to talk to you but you weren’t responding.”

“hm? oh.” collecting herself, yn turned to face her friend with a smile. “sorry, mori.”

the libero raised a brow at the interaction, his eyes lingering on the physical contact of their hands that still continued even with yn snapped out of her daze. “uh yeah, all good, nn. rin just needed some white-out 'cause i forgot mine. so i’ll be taking this-” he situated himself in between yn and kozume’s chairs, purposely hovering the top half of his body over their joined hands (with his ass poking out because of the weird position) to emphasize his nonverbal disapproval at the blond, before dramatically grabbing the white-out and dragging it to the edge of the desk, successfully (and awkwardly) separating their hands in the process. “pleasure doing business with you.” he chirped, giving kozume a dirty look before trudging back to his own table.

“sorry.” kozume mumbled, turning his attention back to his work. he internally groaned, scolding himself for what he did. ‘couldn’t you just tap her shoulder? but noooo you just can’t keep your hands off her. stupid.’

“it’s okay.” yn reassured. “actually, kozume i-” the sound of the chair next to her sliding against the vinyl flooring made her stop her sentence– keiji was back. “nevermind."

as time drew on, it was finally the end of morning classes, and yet it was still pouring outside. even heavier than when class started.

“be careful out there!” mr. ramirez warned, watching as students bustled out of his class and into the rain. “make sure to turn your essays in by friday, midnight! each minute after the deadline is my increasing disappointment in all of you!”

“you sure you’re okay going with him?” mori asked for the fifth time as yn packed her bag. kozume blankly stared at mori, wanting to get out of the class as soon as possible because he could feel keiji staring at them, eavesdropping on the conversation. he internally begged keiji wouldn’t try to confront him about walking with yn. 

but, in all honestly…he was a little happy that yn had asked. even if it was because of tetsu. he missed her. every single fiber in his body yearned to be with her. hate coursed his body ever since that night. but only for himself. he wouldn’t, couldn’t, never blame anyone else, even keiji, for his actions because he knew that in the end, he was the one that told yn all those cruel words. so when yn asked if he could accompany her to pick up tetsu, he was grateful that they were able to have some time alone. just the two of them.

yn sent her friend a comforting smile. “i’ll be okay, don’t worry about me. just let coach know we’re gonna be a little late m’kay?” mori sighed, knowing he couldn’t change her mind even if he physically dragged yn away from kozume– they’d just find their way back to each other one way or another.

“see you.” rin murmured, ruffling yn’s hair before walking out with mori.

“which building is tetsu in?” kozume asked, getting his umbrella ready.

yn fixed the straps of her bag, waving at mr. rameriz as she and kozume exited the class before answering, “pretty sure it's on the second floor of T building.”

“ohh.”

“is that okay?”

“yeah. that’s okay.”

the walk to T building was quiet and a bit tense. yn fidgeted with her hands, shoyou’s words still circulating through her mind. she wanted answers from kozume. she wanted him to tell her why things were the way they were between them. but she didn’t want to force it out of him. she wanted kozume to come to her first. her eyes focused on the path in front, letting the sound of the rain calm her down. 

kozume on the other hand, he couldn’t stop staring at her. he never could in the first place. yn was just so spellbinding, and the rain wasn’t helping in the slightest. he had so much to say, but he could never find the right words when it came to her. he stopped in his tracks, holding onto the umbrella tightly. his free hand pulled at the hem of yn’s jacket so they were facing each other. “yn, i’m sorry.” his voice was soft. it was almost hard to hear over the harsh rain. 

the sudden gesture caught yn off guard. “wha..?” kozume’s apology, though expected because of how much they both knew his words affected yn, came out of nowhere. “kozume-”

“i know i haven’t been honest with you, but i..” he pursed his lips, mind going blank as he stared into yn’s inquisitive eyes. “i don’t know what to do.” his voice sounding desperate. sounding lost.

“kozume,” every time she said his name, it felt like a stab to the heart. he missed how her voice was laced with so much love when she’d call him kozu or koz, but now his name seemed foreign as it rolled off her tongue. she placed a comforting hand on his, returning the gentle squeeze he gave her previously. “you’re my friend before anything that happens. i don’t know what’s happening with you, and it physically hurts to have you push me away, but i’ll always want to be someone you can talk to.” her thumb rubbed the back of his hand, soothing all his anxious assumptions of how the conversation would’ve turned out.

her touch was so soft and warm, a heavenly contrast to the heavy rainfall. kozume’s features relaxed, his head falling forward to rest on yn’s shoulder. her other hand reached to caress his head. “i don’t want to keep hurting you.” he mumbled.

“i don’t want to keep getting hurt either, kozume.”

“i know, i’m sorry yn. please be a little more patient with me. i didn’t mean anything i said that night, i was just overwhelmed and i regret taking it out on you.”

yn continued running her fingers through his blond hair. she slowly nodded, letting his words sink in. “i don’t forgive you for what you said, and how you constantly kept confusing me before that night, but i’m not mad at you, kozume.” her hold on his hand tightened in just the slightest. “it hurt when you made me feel you liked me back and kissed me only to call everything a mistake, and it hurt when you told me you weren’t being honest with me just now. you hurt me kozume, but still, i don’t want to lose you.”

the two stayed in their positions for a few more minutes. allowing themselves to bask in each other’s comfort. yn was the only good thing in kozume’s life, he knew that. and for a moment he let himself forget just how much he needed her. but he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. 

he knew he had to talk to keiji.

“what took you guys so long?!” tetsu fussed. after what was about 15 minutes since the bell, the two had finally made it to tetsurou’s class. “and why is my sister wet, kozu!? i thought you had an umbrella??” he quickly removed his own jacket, placing it on top of yn’s smaller figure. 

“it’s raining hard as fuck out there.” kozume groaned, also damp from the rain

“why do you guys still have practice anyway.” yn shivered, wrapping herself in the added fabric. “i know your game is coming up but what if some of you get sick?”

“no pain, no gain!” tetsu insisted, grabbing kozume’s umbrella from him and pushing the two out of the class. “now we gotta hurry..coach called me like three times telling me to get my ass to the gym!”

yn checked her phone to see if she had gotten a call also,

2 missed calls from milo’s dad 🫶🏼 1 missed call from SUNAVABITCH 🤣🤣 3 missed calls from alcoholic (coach) ⭐️

“well, fuck.”

part 29 secret little personal diary <- | masterlist | -> part 31 old man

note(s): me when i lie n say i'll finish this before thanksgiving break but i didn't >p< (IM SORRY.) anyways.. am i or am i not dragging their argument too long like.. let's wrap it up kenma! also i don't like the ending..but i wanted to post SOMETHING so i might change it later. next part is also written.. but AFTER that r a few text msgs :3

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[circeius-invidioso]

Today's post is titled.

9gag reuploader passing my diamond venomcrawler as their own gets roasted because of my bad photography skills.

Now that is a trip of a sentance.

Let's begin. At the beginning.

By accident I came across this today.

That is my reddit post, word for word, typo included reuploaded on 9gag.

I am not even mad. This is hilarious.

They couldn't change the obviously wrong word of wok into work properly.

But the true comedy gold comes at the comment section.

My man get's roasted not for stealing but for my bad photography skills and the blurry image.

Is this a comedy genre I am not aware of?

The names of the commentors have been blured because I am not here to pick a fight with them.

Except my beloved fentanylo. Who wants to prove how much he does not care by commenting that he does not care. In a post where everyone cares how shit my photography skills are.

This post is like an ogre. It has comedic layers.

PSA: For anyone reading, do not interact with the 9gag post. I love it being up, I want it to keep being up. My man has stolen all my diamond venomcrawler reddit posts and I want to run an experiment to see if they will post the final product as well.

Which fun fact i am very close to finishing the boy. I have like 3 legs, a bit of silver and its over.

So... stay tuned for that?

I don't know 🚹 this was my black mirror episode and I thought the 3 people that follow me should know. So we can all sit back and have a little laugh.

#warhammer #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #wh40k #miniature #mini painting #miniature painting #9gag

[theoneandonlyduskstrike]

Ramblings Reuploaded #2

My Trans story so far (2024)

Hoi there, and happy trans day of visibility. I can't possibly be more vissible then this right? I had to share my story with someone a few months back when i came out to them, and ever since then i had the idea of making it my next post in this inconsistent and confusing series.

I say series because this is part two. Here's part 1 on...sonic cd. yup.

So the format is simple. I take something i already typed and try to make it more legible for a blog type racket. No reason not to get right into it. Beware of typos, and transphobes begone!

I'm a kid in a barber shop. My grandpa is talking up a storm to some random clerk. I'm extremely bored. There are some toys though. Poly pocket. I never seen these before. These are so cool. I wish i had one of these but they don't make boy versions right?

Some time in 2022, I was at work dealing with closing cleaning type things which let my mind wander. I started thinking about a fairly innocuous interaction I had in FFXIV no earlier then 2021. The race I wanted to play was gender locked so I was playing as a female character. Two players starting joking around with me and the whole time they used fem pronouns for me. I didn't think too much about it back then but on that day in late 2022 it made me question why I was so ok with that use of language towards me

That was the day my egg cracked.

I spent the rest of 2022 trying desperately to figure out what my relationship to gender was. Just what the heck was I and did that even mean anything? Maybe I was gender fluid. It was hard to feel fem at work. Or oh! Maybe i'm just a drag queen in the making. But why did I not want that to be true and did that mean anything? Well clearly i wasn't actually trans right? Nevermind that gender fluid was trans. I thought maybe that I only felt that way because I was playing a character. So I made up my mind. In 2023, at the start of a new year I would begin to experiment.

It's around the era of the nintendo wii and something is bothering me feircly. I spent days on my gamecube on my tiny crt and realized I was picking princess peach a lot on my precious 'cube. I confide in my friend that I really must have a crush on her. When pressed I can't say why. I'm so glad he doesn't embarss me for my stupid feelings. It was a little weird I didn't like her as much in that one game though. Not my fault she just looked better in a dress.

I stopped cutting my hair and started trimming my beard and prized mustache so I was always smooth and baby faced. Anyone who asked I simply told them that it was a new year and a new me. Except for my friends who were the first to know.

My imposter syndrome was HIGH. And it remaind so for a long time. so afraid was I that I was actually, secretly, a fake trans. I had no evidence for this except piss poor self confidence. I only talked myself out of it much later with the idea that "Being trans and just really thinking you're trans is functionally the same so it doesn't mater if i'm 'fake' "

Unfortunately, my friend group wasn't doing a lot of online gaming at the time. I got a little desperate to see if my new pronouns fit. To my shame I basically asked one of them to contrive reasons to put pronouns into a sentence so they had reasons to use my new ones. They did not oblige.

Another pokemon game for my precious nintendo 3ds. I pick the girl because clearly they'll have better fashion options. I had just learned my lesson from Pokemon Y. No other reason. A few other simular things. I pick up megaman zx for the first time and choose the girl because, obviously, only female megaman.

I got a break when I was invited to a short lived DND group. I started hanging out with a separate friend group I was already beginning to know before gender stuff started. With ample chances to try my gender out I realized that something felt right.

So I went deeper. I remember wandering around a good will trying not to draw ire or eyes as I went and both tried on a dress and managed to bring it home. The few times I wore it felt great. Would feel much better if it actually fit.

It's my childhood again and i'm sat in front of the ps1 with my little brother. Namco museum only had one true co-op game. Toy Pop. I pick the girl so he won't have to.

In days to come I kept experimenting. I started to realize all the small signs. You already know many of them. I've peppered them througout my story. Unbeknownst to me I had already started to experiment with gender. Awhile ago I, once again trying not to get attention, bought some thigh highs from a party store. I really enjoyed wearing those. Everyone except for me knew I was trans before me, including me.

When I was dead certain on my path I set up an appointment with planned parenthood. I told my grandparents I was simply heading to Dave and busters which was technically not untrue. I began my medical transition but I was also urged to come out to people. I couldn't live in the closet forever. So I did so with my very obviously gay manager… And it went nothing like I expected. It went well, but not how I thought. I ended up coming out to the whole work force as well.

The right wing had tricked me into thinking any "regular" person would react with shock and confusion on a reveal of my new gender identity. All the media I consumed had colaborated this.

I'm just entering furry twitter when I see quite a few posts of male characters in dresses, usuasly of the maid variety. How cute, i think. I'm allowed to do this one because it's a shared joke. So i draw the one dress.

And then a few more.

"I wish I could look as good as my characters do right now"

Eventually I managed to come out to my grandparents. They were confused but attempting to be accepting. Things have mostly been rocky in the sense that they haven't made any effort to treat me the way I ask, but they don't deny me. The parents who raised me are forbidden to know their daughter.

I even came out to my astranged mother. (seperate from my step mother mention a second ago). When I was in highschool she moved back in town and we started to rekindled our relationship. Being the first to know I was ace, it was a shock when she became a born again christian. I thought she'd never accept me and I was almost right. Behind closed doors she tells my younger sister to not refer to me by my pronouns, or so i'm told.

After I was out for awhile something weird happened and I stopped.. Policing my own behavior. How I held myself. The words I used. I was my own women. I didn't need to fit into a box. The more I went on the more free I felt!

I started holding my hands in gay little ways. I crossed my legs. I walked however the hell I wanted. I used 'hon' whenever i felt like it. I wore this cute little collar I owned out to my weekly dnd meetings. Who cares. I'm me now. This cat can't be boxed.

The longer I've been on this journey the more I felt right. And here we are now. A two year or more journey still ongoing

It's 2023 and i'm attempting to put on eyeliner for the first time. It goes horribly. I laugh, inform my friends of my mistake, and we play games through the night. I wear my favorite of the two dresses. I ask them if it's ok to do so. They laugh. What and absurd thing to ask. Why would a woman not be allowed to wear a dress?

I would like to thank a huge number of people for their help in my journey but my brain is mush so i'll try to get as many as I can

@tuttifruttifox my ex who's been supportive of my journey and put up with my experimentation @biddyfox girl you are my sister and I couldn't have done this without you. Thank you so much for everything. @bigbadkingboomboo for casually replying to my nervous bullshit with "ma'am this is mcdonalds" which was simultaneously very funny and very affirming.

@cynical-cy for being you. Honestly just being a out trans woman who's art I happened to enjoy did wonders I think. Sorry to tag you. I know we're not really friends.

@patricia-taxxon that one fucking video you made on just being a furry and doing your own thing litterally changed me. You made me stop hidding who and what i am.

Honorable mentions to my friend xio. he doesn't do tumblr, but He's been my best friend through everything and his support is invaluable to me. I love you buddy.

if you think you should be on this list too, let me know and i'll add you cause honestly it takes a village to raise a catgirl.

#trans #trans story #transition #trans joy #trans woman #ramblings

[tomatorabbitsticker]

If Shouto had a nickel for every time he had to hide the truth about time traveling kids from his two self-proclaimed best friends so that they didn’t spiral, he would have 1 nickel. Which isn’t a lot, but holy shit someone help him. At least there wouldn’t be anything stopping him from becoming their favorite uncle.

Or

Shouto is the unfortunate soul to encounter two children on the street who seem to have zero idea what time period they are in or where their parents are. All he can deduce with his conspiracy skills is that he can’t let Midoriya or Bakugou know the truth. Meanwhile Izuku and Katsuki fall in love with each other and wherever life is leading.

(UPDATE SEP 9: Sorry something went wrong and I had to reupload/repost!)

Or Read Below!

I love the idea of playing with different quirks and I've always wanted to try my hand at this trope. Domestic fluff and oblivious pining are my two favs. On a different note, I've been told my writing style is unique and not always in a good way. So i'm sorry for the typos, run on sentences, OOCness, and confusion that may occur. English was never my strongest subject, but I just can't help writing my ships! Pls enjoy! This is also my first post on tumblr, so if anyone has any advice about posting/tagging, please let me know!!!

(Sep 9 update: Sorry I had trouble updating something with the fic and had to re-upload it completely :( Sorry if you thought it was another chapter!)

Shouto was still as bad with children at the ripe age of 24 as he was when he was 15. Sure they, like many people, were usually taken aback by his naturally good looks and took a beat to admire him. But right after that beat, children would try to squirm away from him, start kicking him, or flat out cry. That’s how he knew something was wrong. Very wrong.

He sighed heavily as he realized that the two children in front of him were lost. He was on patrol so he couldn’t just leave them… could he? The girl, with her blonde wavy curls tied into haphazard pigtails, was crouching down to talk to a baby on the ground. Said baby was attempting to crawl away, seemingly not liking his sister’s scolding. As Shouto got closer, he could hear her worried mumbles, “Don’t move! It’ll be ok Katsumi don’t be such a cry baby.”

The baby let out an unamused grunt and the girl huffed, “Stupid dumbass brother. Can’t even talk yet.”

Shouto took a hesitant step forward and knelt down next to them, “Are you ok?”

The girl must have been startled because she let out a small squeak and spun around. Seeing her stand protectively in front of her brother with a hand raised to release what Shouto could only assume was a quirk, he realized that approaching a skittish child with her back turned to him wasn’t the best idea.

“Who are you?” She practically growled, trying to sound as intimidating as she could. However, before Shouto could answer her, she jumped in relief, “Pro-Hero Shouto!”

Shouto was flabbergasted, completely caught off guard by the change in demeanor. He was barely able to keep up with the girls rambling as he recovered from shock. Again, kids, even when they recognized him, didn’t act this way after he spoke to them. After he accidentally made her sister cry, Tsu had mentioned that his concerned voice could be misinterpreted as an angry, indifferent one to young children.

“How…how can I help you?” Shouto asked, stiff as a board. It was then that he noticed the toddler… was that thing a toddler? Infant didn’t seem right, but then again the kid didn’t walk yet. He was sure that to be a toddler you had to toddle. Whatever. The smaller of the two children tried to crawl further away so he sat himself criss-cross and placed the boy in his lap. The kid seemed content enough to babble to himself and play with the zipper of Shouto’s jacket so the pro didn’t worry too much about him, placing his attention back on the girl in front of him.

The blonde huffed, “I don’t know where Papa went. He went poof! Daddy’s gonna fuckin be mad if we’re not home in time for dinner. He's been working on it all day! You should come too and play princess with me again! Can I use your phone to ask Daddy? It’s supposed to be a super duper special fucking surprise and I was in charge of making sure that we all got home early. But now I'm lost. The park looks a lot different than it normally does, the fun thing that goes whoosh isn’t here anymore! Where did it go? Katsumi was really excited about it, or as excited as a dumbass baby can b-”

“Please breathe,” Shouto interrupted, seeing the kids face go red, “What do… What do your parents look like? I’m sure they’re looking for you.”

“Papa just got a haircut so it super short in the back but its still super fuckin fluffy on top. I told him it looks like the gross apple cotton candy that we got at the fair and he just laughed at me even though it does!” The girl exclaimed. Okay… so he was going to have to be way more specific.

Just as he was going to ask what color apple cotton candy was (Red? Yellow? Green?), a voice crackled in his earpiece, “Hey Shouto! How are things on your route? I’m about to wrap up over here.”

Shouto had never been happier to hear Uraraka’s voice. Had he ever been particularly excited to hear her voice though? Not that he can recall… but that's so not the point right now. He presses down on the earpiece to respond but the little blonde beats him to the punch, “Uravity! Are you going to come to dinner too? Daddy’s gonna be fuckin mad that i didnt tell him cause we only have four good plates left and Shouto’s comin too. But you can come and it can be a… a secret! I can even use the stupid kiddie princess plate.”

“Shouto? Who was that?”

“It’s Mitsuko! Are your ears fulla dirt or somethin?”

“Mitsuko?” Uraraka made a noise that was half laugh half sputter, “Um.. Sweetie, is Hero Shouto there?”

“I’m here,” Shouto sighed, he was the least equipped person to deal with this situation.

“Todoroki where are you? I’m going to head your way as soon as I finish the rest of this block.”

He relayed his location to her and silently prayed to a God he didn’t believe in that she would get there quickly. The baby, who was previously babbling quietly to himself, started to wriggle. The minute those big green eyes looked into his, Shouto knew he was in trouble. They were growing wider and tears started to pool, making him look utterly pathetic and sad. Shouto started to internally panic when the kid (Katsumi?) let out the loudest wail that he's ever heard. Jesus, this kid's lungs could give Present Mic a run for his money. Shouto fought the urge to cover his ears, especially since the girl started scream crying at the sight of her brother's tears, but then he’d likely drop the baby. Which was both not socially appropriate and would result in more screaming.

“Todor- woah,” Uraraka’s form came into view. She knelt down next to the girl and quickly scanned her for injuries, “What's going on? Is someone hurt?”

“Course I’m not fucking hurt stupid Uravity,” The girl’s sobs started to subside into a small sniffle, “I’m strong and tough!”

“Oh yeah?” Uraraka stood up and then hoisted the girl onto her hip. She then motioned for Shouto to follow suit with the younger child, “Then why are you crying?”

The girl tried smiling, but it looked more like a wobbly line, “M’not crying! See! I’m smiling! My little brother is the one who’s the big cry baby.”

“Well that’s not very nice,” the hero scolded, running her fingers through the girl's hair as a soothing gesture, “Why don’t you explain to me again what happened? Then we can get you back to your parents.”

From what Shouto could gather from the child’s explanation, she was with her dad and brother when someone attacked them and then the kids were suddenly alone in a place they could only half recognize. The park they were previously walking in was different in many ways, but the location and buildings around it were very similar. They must have been hit with a teleportation quirk. Or at least that's what Shouto concludes from the child’s incessant rambling and the multiple tangents. 

Urakaka seemed to come to the same conclusion, “So a teleportation quirk? Or maybe a dimension or time quirk, though those are way more rare and definitely less developed.”

“So are you fuckin gonna to help us or not?” the blonde girl crossed her arms and then seemed to remember something, “Please.”

“Y’know, I’m not sure you really know how to use that word to emphasize things yet,” Uraraka giggled to herself. She put the girl down on the ground and took out her phone to type out a message, “She curses as much as I expect little Bakugou did!”

“Yes but she talks as much as Midoriya would if he weren’t as self conscious and spoke up instead of mumbled,” Shouto absentmindedly added.

“Damn. Shots fired Todoroki,” Urakaka paused to raise her eyebrows at the other hero. Todoroki knew that there were no actual shots. He wasn’t deaf and they had talked about the slang term before. Uraraka's eyes went back down to her phone, “Speaking of the wonder dunces, are they still on that undercover mission?”

Shouto had been left out of that one. Despite the trio working together more often than not, their agency thought that it would be better if he acted as the contact and the other two were to go undercover as a dancer-pianist duo. There were serious rumors of villains using the competition as a drug smuggling scheme and they needed more intel before making their next move. He had some thoughts on this, the first being that both of his friends danced like chickens with their heads cut off, while he had years of professional ballroom dance training. Secondly, his two friends were magnets for trouble and attention. Third, Midoriya still tended to slip into a foreign accent when he was nervous undercover. An accent that Bakugou couldn’t resist making fun of him loudly for each time. He really should have been put on the mission with someone like Jirou. But then again, Shouto was happy he didn’t have to go through the hair and makeup process that would make his features less noticeable.

“Yeah,” What day was it? Why did Shouto feel like he was forgetting something? Oh right, “Later today is actually when I’m supposed to go collect them.”

“Ok… so I wont add them to this email chain yet,”  She glanced at the girl who was now drawing something in the dirt with a stick, “But I have a feeling we're going to need the whole class and the commission for this one.”

Shouto’s eyes widened. Beyond a gut feeling of something being off, he didn’t quite understand what about the situation made it different. But if Uraraka thought this called for a code red then this was way more than two missing kids. He definitely was way in over his head.

___

Katsuki could pinpoint the moment when Izuku’s danger sense triggered. They had just turned into the alleyway where Todoroki, posing as a concerned hero that was going to help them find a missing watch, was supposed to pick them up. Who’s bright idea was it to have the pickup spot in an alleyway anyways? Katsuki  just hoped that it wasn’t one of the more suspicious judges from the competition ring.

“Give me your money, a-and clothes!” The man who cornered them in the narrow path shouted. He pointed a gun at them, clearly nervous, “D-do it! Now! Or I’ll shoot!”

Katsuki started stripping off his jacket, playing his part as a pedestrian. This guy probably wouldn’t shoot them, at least not on purpose. Those shaky hands were the only real threat. One wrong move and there was a bullet going somewhere. This was just another fucker that got added to the list of people Katsuki was going to visit when this whole thing was over with. Fuck, the list was getting long. At least it was a rando who wouldn’t recognize them.

“No!” Izuku stood firm, “You shouldn’t be doing this. The police will have to arrest you.”

Of all the times for the damn nerd to have a backbone. Of course it was when he was facing a criminal and he couldn't use his quirk. Katsuki growled, already fed up with the whole situation, “Just do what he says.”

“But Ka-” Izuku turned his head towards Katsuki. He caught the look in his eyes and swallowed. Right. Undercover, “I mean. Oh no! Not my entire life savings!”

Katsuki had to force himself not to yell and blow up  Deku and the poor excuse for a mugger. He hissed in a low voice, “Ya know, for someone who was bullied for most of his childhood, you sure do suck ass at playing the victim.”

“Well excuse me! Maybe you should have been a better bully then,” Izuku started to take off his jacket, throwing it in front of the mugger, “Ever thought of that? Maybe I would’ve actually stayed away from you if your bite was as bad as your bark.”

“Hah? You little masochist, I’ll show you a bite,” Katsuki hissed out, baring his teeth a little. Izuku’s cheeks turned rosy, “Don’t blush at that! It was a threat!”

“As I said,” Izuku at least had the decency to look embarrassed, “Terrible bully!” 

“Hey! Stop whispering to each other! Gimme the shirt and pants too!” The mugger’s voice wavered, the gun still hanging precariously from his fingers, “And then turn around!”

Stripping to nothing but their underwear, the pair did as the guy said and turned around. Izuku whispered more discreetly this time, “Are we really not going to do anything?”

“Impulsive as ever aren’t ya?” Bakugou scoffed, whispering back in a barely audible voice, “This guy is hardly a threat. It’s not worth blowing our cover when it’s this close to being over.”

“You’re one to talk. I’m surprised that you haven’t blown this guy up yet,” Izuku pouted, but didn’t make a move to stop the guy when he heard the mugger gathering the items up.

“T-thank you! Please just… count to twenty then you can turn back around,” The guy stuttered out as he presumably left the alley way. They could hear his voice and footsteps receding, “I promise I don't usually do this! Times are just tough right now!”

Izuku signed. He had rotten luck. Of course he would get mugged on the last day of their undercover mission while waiting for their team to pick them up. And of course it was his bad luck that Kacchan was the one dragged along with him. Izuku was unlucky, he was used to being unlucky. Which is why he wasn’t sure if it was his bad luck or maybe some of Katsuki’s unbelievably good luck that Todoroki’s voice was the next one they heard in the alley way.

There was a hint of amusement in his usually stoic voice, “There are less public places to fornicate that won’t get you arrested. This is hardly becoming of two heroes.”

“Fornicate? That fucking word of the day calendar coming in handy?” Katsuki whirled around, angry but not wanting to draw attention to them. 

“It is actually,” Todoroki replied in all seriousness. He started to strip off his own jacket and offered it to his friends.

“You’re late candy cane,” Katsuki snatched the clothing from him then shoved it into Izuku’s arms, “What gives? If you were on time like you were fucking supposed to be then that stupid mugger would be caught without our covers being blown.”

“We have to get back to the agency. Uraraka called a code red,” Todoroki started to move out of the alley way and towards the agency car that was parked not too far away, “We can explain more after you guys are showered. It does not seem that urgent.”

“How is a code red not urgent! Is anyone hurt?” Izuku suddenly panicked, “We don’t need to shower first, just tell us what's happening? How can we help?”

“I was told by her that it would be best to show you after you showered,” Todoroki sat down across from the pair in the back of the car. He quickly gave the driver the directions then turned back to them, “We are still unsure of how to proceed, but your hygiene is also important and the situation will not suffer from your short absence. Our old classmates are gathering and theorizing as we speak.”

“Yeah you fucking stink,” Katsuki pulled on Izuku’s cheek, “Your self sacrificing tendencies can wait until after the bath.”

____

When Shouto arrived back at the agency he split off from the other two and made his way to the lounge. Uraraka was seated on one of the couches and was brushing the little girl's hair while she colored and Iida played peekaboo with the baby. The rest of their classmates were nowhere to be seen, which was odd.

“Where is everyone else?” His voice captured all of their attention, his head tilted innocently to the side, “Was this not a code red in the email blast?”

“Everyone else is either still on patrol, talking with the commission about the details, or shopping for our two new guests,” Uraraka explained.

After sitting down on the couch, Shouto scrolled through the emails that he missed while gathering Midoriya and Bakugou. The most recent one was titled: ‘URGENT. READ NOW RE:KIDS IN PARK 0968’. From the commission. Seemed like as good of a source of information as possible.

“I received an email from the commission,” Shouto calmly stated, “Shall I read it aloud?”

“Yes please!” Uraraka waved the hairbrush around, “It’s been an hour since Jirou texted me and all she said was the commission didn’t think it was just a missing kids case.”

Iida lifted his head too in interest, “Yes, but only if it is information that you may disclose to others.”

Shouto didn’t see anything stating that it was private (even if the fact that it wasn’t sent to anyone else heavily implied that it was), so he read the memo aloud, “The hero commission deems this a highly sensitive case. The two subjects, Mitsuko and Katsumi, appear to have been struck with an unknown quirk that alters dimensions and or time. We are requesting that they be placed with at least one hero with undercover training experience at all times and are under maximum surveillance. Discretion is required and it would be best to not ask them invasive questions that can alter the world and or time we are currently in. As he is the one to discover the issue, Hero Shouto will be responsible for the children and vetting who is caring for them and when. There will be more information available as the investigation continues. As of right now, any further questions shall be directed to Hero Shouto or his agency.”

“What! They’re putting all that responsibility onto you?” Uraraka looked upset, “How are you supposed to take care of two kids?”

“Yes, as my mother would likely say ‘you are just a child yourself, what could you possibly know?’” Iida chimed in, scowling at the phone in Shouto’s hand, “You must at least select a partner to help you. We will all take time off if necessary.”

The girl made a face when Uraraka brushed through a knot in her hair, “Ow! That hurt! I’m thirsty, Hero Shouto can you get me somethin to drink before I die of thirst.”

If Shouto learned anything in the past hour, it was that the young girl was nothing if not dramatic. He walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and looked through the contents. There wasn’t much in it considering they just had a large get together.

“How about a beer?” Todoroki noted how little he had in the beverage category specifically, “Protein drink?”

“Todoroki she’s six!” Iida looked scandalized, holding his hands to the babies ears as if he could understand the adults.

“Oh… do children not like those things?”

 Uraraka sighed, “I would ask if you were dropped as a child, but we don’t have time to open that can of worms right now.”

“I wanna beer!” Mitsuko cheered, pulling away from Uraraka, “I want it! I want it! Please!”

“No you don’t honey,” Uraraka pulled the girl back into her lap, “It tastes bad. Todoroki just get her one of Momo’s strawberry milk boxes from the right hand cabinet.”

“I fear that Todoroki is not fit for this task,” Iida sighed.

A voice made all of them jump, “What task?” Mina appeared out of thin air and jumped over the side of the couch. Denki and Kirishima came in quickly behind her with their arms full of bags. They unceremoniously dumped them on the floor by Mitsuko and Uraraka and jumped onto the couch too.

Mina and Uraraka ignored Iida’s protests of ‘don’t jump on the furniture!’ and explained the situation to Mina. Shouto could feed the yellow eyes piercing his skin as he returned with the milk box. Kirishima sighed, “That’s rough bro. What are you gonna do?”

“Tsu has a lot of experience with kids, she could definitely help!” Kaminari reminded them. Yes. Maybe she would be the best one to assist him. He would need to make a schedule for everyone if this was going to work. There was no way that any of them could be off duty for however long this quirk lasted.

“What about Mido and Bakugou?” Mina suggested, tilting her head in a way that made Shouto squirm. She was thinking of something, and he didn’t like that he didn’t know what she was thinking.

Kaminari laughed, “That’s hilarious. Bakugou? With kids? If that happens, I will bet good money that the baby’s first word will be fuck, shit, or damn.”

“You don’t have good money,” Mina rolled her eyes, “I still think they’re a solid choice!”

“Mido made me spaghetti once and  I swear it was an assassination attempt with how badly I got food poisoning. And it was just pasta and sauce from a jar,” Kirishima added.

“The girl already has rather inappropriate language,” Iida shook his head, “Someone with that kind of vocabulary is hardly suitable for a child. And children do need to be fed proper meals that will not get them sick.”

Mina just laughed, “That just means she's used to being around someone who swears! We wanna make them as comfortable as possible. Plus, those two are the only ones with mandatory leave time since their mission is over now. Think about it, Mido is probably super good with kids and Bakugou can cook almost anything. And they live with each other! So there will always be at least one of them home for the kids without having to move them around a bunch.”

That was also true. Shouto knew that the children would likely feel better in a more familiar environment and stable environment. He, unlike his father, read the parenting books that collected dust at their house when he was bored. He never thought that any of the information would come in handy past handling kids in an emergency rescue situation. They seemed comfortable enough right now, but who knows what would happen if this whole situation lasted longer than a day? They would want to be settled and have a sense of routine, or at least that’s what chapter 3 of ‘bringing the baby home’ said.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Uraraka and Mina whispering back and forth to each other. Uraraka coughed and set her brush down, “I think that’s a good idea actually. It’ll give those two stir crazy dummies something to do for now. Todoroki I think that you should tell them that's what we and the commission decided. Although… maybe leave out the part about time travel slash alternate dimensions. Yknow, for obvious reasons.”

The reason for that was not obvious to Shouto at all. He must have had a, ‘who? Me?’ face on because Mina just patted him on the back, “Cmon Hero Shouto, you're the one in charge right?”

“I suppose…”

“Plus!” Mina scooped up the squawking child, “Mitsu-chan can hang out with Auntie Mina when she needs to! Right?”

Mitsuko struggled against her hold, “Put me down Pinky! … Please!”

“Pinky?” Mina pouted, tightening her hold, “Aw, can't ya call me Auntie Mina?”

“Papa says that when things are weird we use hero names only until he gives us the secret code word. He said it could be trouble if we used real names or called him papa. And I don't want him to get hurt anymore!” The girl’s eyes started watering, “He always gets hurt! I don’t like it! I don’t wanna!”

“Okay okay!” Mina tried to soothe the child, “It’s okay! You ain’t gotta do anything you don’t want to!”

It was at that moment that Midoriya and Bakugou decided to enter the lounge, both of them freshly showered and confused. Midoriya was the first to recover, a tentative smile on his face, “What’s goin on?”

Bakugou shook his head, “Yeah where’s this fucking code red you were blabbing about?”

“She’s right here!” Mina held Mitsuko out at arms length towards Bakugou, practically dumping her into his arms, “And that one over there pretending to be amused by Iida’s peekaboo face.”

“He is not pretending!” Iida sputtered and held the toddler out to Midoriya. The boy cautiously took the kid into his arms and looked even more confused than before. Both the kids look at them hesitantly as well, not making a single peep. Mitsuko seemed to be biting her tongue and debating on whether or not to say something. She ended up staying silent though, which resulted in a staring contest between her and the two other heroes. That checks out, someone should have probably explained what was happening.

Shouto gave them the gist of what the commission said, minus the quirk part and that he was responsible for where the kids ended up. He instead added, “The two of them have been assigned to you two to take care of during your mandatory leave.”

“Us? As in both of us?” Midoriya’s eyes widened, “Why us?”

“Can you say ‘us’ one more time in that fucking sentence?” Bakugou growled and adjusted the girl on his hip.

Uraraka decided to jump in and save Shouto before he just repeated his sentence again as an explanation, “You guys live together! It’ll be easier that way, and you both have experience undercover now. We’ll all pitch in so it’s not just you two.”

The two boys didn’t look amused.

Mina sighed, “It’ll def help you gain experience to be number one too! Not just anyone can take on this task and the commission trusted you guys to do it. I’d consider myself lucky if they trusted me with it.”

Ah okay. So they were just going to flat out lie now… Shouto could do that. Probably. No Mina was right. His instincts were telling him that lying about all of this to his friends was definitely the way to go. 

“Of course they trusted me with this responsibility!” Bakugou huffed, “You people would probably starve these brats or feed them junk!”

Well. That was way too easy to get Bakugou behind it.

“And look Deku!” Uraraka exclaimed, poking at the pudgy toddler’s cheek, “Aren’t they the cutest? They’re young and impressionable minds that need a mentor!”

And just like that Midoriya melted too. He looked at the toddler with big eyes and then over at Mitsuko.

“You look just like Kacchan did when he was little!” Midoriya cooed, eyes scanning her face. 

The girls eyes started to water yet again and Bakugou also a closer look, staring into the green eyes filled with unshed tears, “Yeah but she has fuckin water works eyes like yours. What’s with the tears?”

The girl started to wail, the floodgate opening, “No!”

“Oh no, what’s wrong,” Midoriya could feel the panic rise inside of him like it did whenever a child was upset, “Why are you crying?”

“You- you said i look like him!” The girl pointed a finger at Bakugou, her eyes still leaking, “I don’t wanna be ugly!”

Damn. Shouto just witnessed a murder.

“What did you fucking say?!”

___

Katsuki wasn’t stupid. And he, begrudgingly, knew for sure that Deku wasn’t either. The kids were… odd. It was odd. Who in their right minds would trust children to two 25 year olds who risked their lives on a daily basis and had villains coming at them out the wazoo? In the deep crevice of his mind, a thought whispered: Who in their right mind would trust a child to Katsuki Bakugou?

So either whoever it was down at the hero’s commission were in fact not sound of mind when making this decision, or Shouto Todoroki was lying to them for some reason. 

The thought of Todoroki getting one over on them, in something other than a fight, somehow seemed more outlandish though. There was no fucking way. The guy spoke his mind in the most monotone, matter of fact voice that would put middle schoolers to sleep faster than a droning principal during an opening ceremony. He didn’t know how to be socially tricky. And if somehow he learned… a shiver ran down Katsuki’s spine. He didn’t want to think of what weird, pretty boy power his former classmate would hold.

So as his classmates piled into his apartment, arms laden with gear for two kids, he just had to accept that this was his fate. He pulled the little girl further into his arms and she snuggled in like she was born to be there. Despite her protests of him looking ugly, she refused to let go of him since she was dropped in his arms. She was sleeping soundly now, as was the pudgy ass toddler in Izuku’s arms. The boy had been quietly babbling himself to sleep for the past hour, outlasting his sister for a good thirty minutes. Mitsuko had dropped like a fly almost immediately after nine and she didn’t even wait for a bed. It was then that he realized he didn’t know where to place her. The crib was being set up in one of their rooms by tweedle dee and tweedle dumb. Probably his room because there was less shit laying around compared to Izuku’s, but did that mean the brat was going to have to sleep in his bed? The sheets were clean since he did them right before their mission, but there were no guard rails or anything. Did someone of Mitsuko's age need those?

He must have sat there on his living room couch lost in thought for a while because he was totally taken aback when Mina gave him a reassuring pat on the back. Before he was ready, the rest of the class was leaving the apartment and wishing them good luck. Were they really all going to leave him here? Not that he needed them…

“You’re over thinking Kacchan,” Izuku walked over and poked the space between Katsuki’s eyebrows, “That’s my job.”

Katsuki scoffed, “Yeah. Let’s get them to bed before they wake up and develop your horrible habit of staying up until the crack of fucking dawn.”

Katsuki tucked Mitsuko in while Izuku got Katsumi to settle down in the crib across from the foot of the bed. Both of them sat down on the edge of the mattress and sighed.

“This is… this is weird right?” Izuku let out an almost hysterical giggle, “What is happening?”

Katsuki must have been tired because he could feel his face relax into a small smile, “Things with you are always weird.”

“That is not true Kacchan,” Izuku flopped down, legs still hanging over the edge and his head barely reaching where Mitsuko’s feet ended, “Things are only weird when both of us are involved.”

“Ok… I’ll give you that one,” Katsuki yawned and laid down next to Izuku, the two of their heads bracketing the girl's feet. He vaguely remembers thinking that one of them was going to get kicked in the face if they fell asleep like that, but it was too far past his bedtime for him to care. As he slipped into sleep he could’ve sworn it was all a dream.

Katsuki was the second one awake. His sleep-addled brain didn’t stop the smile he made at Izuku’s sleeping face in time. He was, however, fully awake as he stared into the green bright eyes of a patiently waiting toddler standing up in his crib. So none of that was a dream. 

Okay… he could do this… right? He looked back at Izuku snoozing away peacefully and sighed. At least he wasn’t alone. 

____

Shouto couldn’t get Mina’s devilish grin out of his head. He wanted to- No he needed to know why she seemed like a kitten that got milk (was that the right saying?) all night. The only thing his great deductive skills could tell him was that Midoriya and Bakugou could not know more about the kids. He could sense the major freak out that would ensue from a mile away if they knew they were somehow randomly picked to be caregivers.

But it wasn't random… was it?

Mina’s reasoning was sound and Uraraka agreed wholeheartedly with her which put to rest some of his concerns. But why those two? As mentioned earlier by Denki, Tsu would have been the obvious choice if he was going to be the one to choose. And he would rather take on this strange burden given to him by the commission than hand it off to his friends.

Shouto sighed as he sat down on his couch, his head resting on the top of it. He’d have to meet with the commission regularly now until all of this was over. He was hoping that the kids would just disappear by the end of the day and put an end to the mayhem, but it seemed like this quirk had other ideas. Could they really be from a different dimension? Or from the future?

Maybe that’s why Mina was so insistent that Midoriya and Bakugou be the ones to take care of them. She knew what they must have meant to these kids. Maybe uncles? They both had hair only a shade darker than Bakugou’s, but they had Midoriya freckles and eyes…

He met both their families before and he was positive that they were both only children so it wasn’t possible that their siblings got hitched. They’re parents didn’t seem like the type to hide affair children either. The only reasonable explanation, given the existence of quirks, would be-

Shouto almost threw up with the speed that his body lurched upright. No… well… actually that wouldn’t be the craziest thought he’s ever had. He’d have to gain more information first though before he jumped to any conclusions.

His phone buzzed then and he opened an email on the same chain as before from the commission, “We are 99% sure this is the work of a time travel quirk. Hero Shouto please proceed with caution.”

Well, at least he felt less guilty about lying to his best friends faces. He definitely couldn’t tell them any of his theories without causing a catastrophic reaction. He’d just have to see if he was correct in secret. And maybe win the title of best uncle of all time while he was at it.

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