#this long ass post is brought to you by my adhd medication

[qdbs-writes]

May I have a slightly strange request?  Raiden and Fujin's reaction to their crush suddenly saying "God save Johnny Cage" (the reader and Cage are friends and this phrase just escaped by chance and was not even intended for anyone in particular)

nonny, i promise you this is like the least strange thing i've had in my inbox lately

Fujin and Raiden React To Their Crush Saying "God Save Johnny Cage"

It was like any other day in the Sky Temple, or, as normal as the Sky Temple could be. In the last few weeks, you'd been setting up your friendly neighbourhood Shinto deities with some more modern Earthrealm technology, the latest edition being a TV. It was nothing fancy, an old Goodmans 1408 that you had lying around. The real challange was hooking it up to modern channels. After some percussive maintenance, you tune the CRT TV to a talk show featuring Johnny Cage. The storm brothers gathered behind you, enchanted by the flickering screen you had brought to life for them. The interview itself was relatively dull, with Johnny being asked about his latest movie or suspected liasions with other Hollywood actors. It was until the interviewer mentioned one of Johnny's costars, an actor who'd been publicly outed as transgender, and asked if Johnny could ever work with the 'dirty, immoral liar' again. The three of you watch as Johnny begins to shout at the interviewer, screaming that they had no right to say that about his costar. The arguement continues until Johnny punches the interviewer across the jaw, before turning to the camera crew and live audience to speak about the importance of trans rights. But he could only get a few words in before the program cuts off, with a 'We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties' message. The storm Gods share a look while you nod your head proudly. "God save Johnny Cage." you mutter. You didn't have time to think about the nuances of what you had said in front of the two Gods, but decided that it was more amusing to let them come to their own conclusions.

Fujin

Recently Fujin had been building up the courage to reveal his feelings towards you. He was sure of how he felt but painfully unsure of how to go about it. He had asked his brother, Raiden, who was little help. He had even asked other Earthrealmers, although he did his best to hide your identity as the object of his affections.

Fujin knew one thing, that if he couldn't tell you, then he absolutely couldn't tell any of your friends, what if they stepped in? What if they said something to you that gave you a bad opinion of him? What if someone stole your heart first?

There were far too many ways it could all go terribly wrong. And now he was even more confused. "God save Johnny Cage", what did those words mean? Well he knew what they meant, but why would you say them?

Fujin was a god, did you want him to save Johnny? If that were the case, Johnny didn't seem to be in any danger. If you really cared that much about Johnny, maybe it's time Fujin confessed his feelings for you before it's too late.

When the two of you are alone, Fujin will drop to his knee dramatically, "I vow to protect Johnny Cage for you, because since the day we met, I have loved you, and I will do all in my power to make you happy, even if you love another."

Fujin emotionally braces, expecting rejection, but instead hears your delighted squeals as you wrap your arms around him, saying how you love him too, pressing soft kisses to his cheek.

Raiden

For the last few months, Raiden had been delicately calculating how to best start a relationship with you. Part of that was navigating how you felt about others, and if he had any competition to worry about.

From what he had seen, your relationship with Johnny Cage was platonic at best. But Johnny was also more experienced in courting techniques and had succeeded in gaining many partners over his short, mortal lifetime.

Raiden's heart sinks at the idea that perhaps Cage's charm had reached you through the television, ensnaring you enough to make you say "God save Johnny Cage".

He knew the meaning behind that saying, he wasn't a complete fool. To ask a god to save someone was a verbal decleration of your devotion to someone, your pride in them, how you wish their lives to be long and happy.

Weren't all those things the sum of love? Those were certainly all the things Raiden wished for you. For you to suddenly feel this way towards Cage... The only explaination was the TV, clearly a cursed device that you must be protected from.

Que Raiden launching the TV over the nearest balcony when you aren't looking, if you ask where it went, Raiden will feign ignorance and instead invite you for a walk in the gardens, offering his arm for you to take.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #fujin #fujin x reader #raiden #raiden x reader #qdbs writing #queuedbs #johnny cage #this long ass post is brought to you by my adhd medication

[beesmygod]

BLOODBORNE LORE Q+A PART 7: CAINHURST RAID, CARYLL AND THE RUNES, LEAVING BYRGENWERTH

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6 (start of lore dump)

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my new adhd medication is working too good.

BLOCK #LONG POST/ TO NOT SEE THESE HUGE POSTS

i will post pure speculation in italics and important nouns in bold. these are created with the intent to be enjoyed by fans and non-fans.

translation source

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from the jump i'm going to add an editor's note that from this point on the timeline is muddled, confusing, vague and occasionally contradictory. people have moved heaven and earth trying to make sense of the inconsistencies, but the truth of the matter is that bloodborne suffered the fromsoft late game curse and was chopped up beyond recognition at the 11th hour for whatever internal development reason. whats interesting to me is the stuff they chose to keep that's complete and utter chaff. there are extremely rare items that do literally nothing but sit in your inventory, or quests that are completely pointless. enemies appear where they "shouldn't" and it difficult to tell if they are trying to impart some kind of information or if we're just getting dragon-assed in lost izalith again. its very odd and i think thats what draws people back again and again. such as....me......

i can give you overviews of these events in the approximate order that they happened but there is no guarantee that they happened exactly in this order or in this fashion.

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from this point on, there will be a distinct delineation between "old hunters" and "hunters". old hunters are from the time of byrgenwerth and have survived into the modern day as a result of old blood injections or can be summoned from the hunter's nightmare using the old hunter bell. a distinct characteristic of old hunters is that they no longer dream (the bell description reads: "The old hunters, who have long passed from the dream[...]"). notable old hunters include: gascoigne, alfred, djura, ludwig, gehrman, and maria.

regular ass hunters are new on the scene and usually belong to a recently established institution such as the healing church, school of mensis, or the choir. or they might just be common schlubs who joined the hunt as part of the neighborhood watch. [points at the camera] that's you. eventually. not yet.

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as perfect proof of what i'm talking about with regards to contradictory timelines and being chopped to bits: an unknown time ago, martyr logarius and a band of executioners traveled to cainhurst castle and slaughtered the inhabitants, the dreaded vilebloods. the inciting incident (or so says alfred, a heavily biased source as hes the only executioner in the game, uh, with lines anyway) was an unknown scholar who "betrayed his fellows at Byrgenwerth and brought forbidden blood back with him to Cainhurst Castle". the blood "threaten[s] the purity of the Church's blood healing" although it's not explained how or what the fuck they're talking about. according to alfred, logarius stayed behind to prevent the undying and unkillable queen from regaining power.

i do not know when this takes place. cainhurst royals were "long-time imbibers of blood" who already had a system to deal with the beast plague, implying they doing blood before blood was cool. but eventually ludwig uses the executioner uniform as the basis for his church hunters and it features the modern edition of the hunter's mark (as opposed to the older versions that you can see in this concept art and in chalice dungeons), so it had to be during or before ludwig's time. there are runes associated with both parties that were discovered by a byrgenwerth scholar, so it at least happened during or after their lifetime.

so its kind of vaguely around this time even though they talk about it like it happened 1000 years ago. since this is one of the least comprehensible story-lines of the game, we won't worry about it too much right now.

i need an image to break this up so check out the most fucked up, non-snake related map in the game:

for a company known for its cohesive maps, this is a fucking insane series of choices. i understand annalise needs to be trapped but what the fuck is this room. why is it up here. why is it magic. why is it like a hoarders nest full of the same 4 statues found literally everywhere on this map. this truly is the most mysterious game.

everyone and their mother has a completely baseless and improbable theory about who the culprit was or if there even WAS a rat at byrgenwerth- so of course so do i. let me work my way over there.

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whether due to an ideological difference or the whole fishing hamlet genocide thing, laurence and several of the hunters left byrgenwerth with the intent of researching "the old blood" from the labyrinth. the miraculous healing powers were too enticing for laurence to ignore, but willem was steadfast in his belief that humanity was not yet ready to reckon with whatever it was that was happening here - at least, not without elevating themselves to the same level as those in the "cosmos". his distaste for use of the blood is mentioned off-hand in the rune workshop tool description.

caryll runes side note for newbies: caryll runes are a gameplay mechanic that give you buffs you can switch in and out by using an iron brand on your consciousness. the runes themselves are transcriptions of "the inhuman utterings of the Great Ones". all but a handful of the runes were discovered/transcribed by runesmith caryll and some were explicitly secret ones.

almost nothing is known about caryll except they were a student of byrgenwerth. the workshop tool named for them is found on a dead hunter tied to a chair as the reward for the witch of hemwick fight. people will try to tell you that this schmuck is caryll but that's fucking stupid. caryll was not a hunter and there's no reason why caryll would have the means or motive to pilfer their own tool from the hunter's dream. i dont know why this guy has it. maybe hes just an asshole and stole it from the dream to be a dick. who knows. hes just griefing us lol

all three translations agree that caryll runes "do not rely" on using blood, so its significant when they DO start using blood in the runes. one could read this as indication of caryll's transition from byrgenwerth to the healing church to follow laurence over willem. nearly all of the covenant related runes and the runes relating to oedon are bleeding or "contain a nuance of Blood", as it says in the corruption rune used by the vilebloods.

the executioners have a rune too, "radiance", which is unusual for its description specifying that caryll had already discovered the rune by the time the executioners adopted it as their own. there is no mention of this on the "corruption" page, nor on the remaining covenant runes discovered by caryll.

if cainhurst were to alert their subjects of the already well-known beast plague caused by the miraculous healing blood, the church's newly established grasp on the populace would crumble. if cainhurst could keep the beasts in check, why couldn't they? they already did, after all, in the labyrinth. with the vilebloods gone (or at least, dealt with), the church has unilateral control of the ministration process to the point where alfred, an old hunter, does not understand it in the least. i wonder if a certain byrgenwerth educated runesmith was invited to castle cainhurst or traveled on their own, only to discover during the runemaking process that the "old blood" from the labyrinth and the blood in the veins of the royals were one and the same.

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"eyes on the inside" is a cutesy way of describing "insight", but the byrgenwerth system for deriving said insight necessitated the gruesome acts at the fishing village to obtain an eye-ridden cord, or at the very least, the parasitic creatures and slugs aligned to the arcane found in the village and bodies of the fishing village. willem hoped the cord would elevate his mind, and by extension himself, into a great one.

if we do some reading between the lines on the description for the "spark hunter badge", the description of "a style of inquiry that [...] closely followed the methodology of Byrgenwerth" is almost certainly "expose yourself to it" or "use living specimens" based on, well, everything and their protegees do. its not clear if willem ever actually got the cord; it only says he "sought" it. but he did, at least take part in and shape the byrgenwerth focus of learning away from blood and toward developing eyes on the inside. by putting slugs in your fucking head.

someone on reddit pointed out that the brainsucker enemies are kos parasites living inside the stitched up skulls of...people? pthumerians? i would argue pthumerians due to the fact that these enemies replace the generic pthumerian enemies in a chalice dungeon much later.

we can talk about byrgenwerth's results and fate later. because next time, the healing church is established.

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i cannot believe how long this shit is. kudos if you read it i guess. if nothing else it gets this out of my head, forever.

#bloodborne #lore #brainsuckers #byrgenwerth #vilebloods

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 294: A Half-Assed Escape

Previously on BnHA: Mirio was all “SURPRISE I’M BACK THANKS TO OUR RESIDENT SEVEN-YEAR-OLD WHO RECENTLY EARNED HER BACHELOR’S OF BEING A TOTAL BADASS.” Kacchan was all, “you know what, Dabi’s been trending long enough, time to remind the fandom what a real G looks like,” and he blasted his little bleeding body back into the fray and was all “FROM HERE ON OUT CALL ME DYNAMIGHT!!” Mirio was all, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh, you’re serious,” and Kacchan was all “!!”, and so that’s the story of how my son got murdered twice in one day. Meanwhile in the Todoroki Drama Zone, Deku was all “STOP MURDERING MY FRIEND” and Dabi was all “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” and fandom had a whole big debate about Whether Or Not Dabi Trying To Murder Deku’s Friends And Mentors Is Any Of Deku’s Business, which went exactly how you think it went. Anyway, so then Deku yelled at Dabi, and Endeavor was all moved by his manly words and randomly went to go uppercut Machia in the chin. And, seeing as how the Momoserum finally chose that exact moment to kick in, Machia is now down for the count.

Today on BnHA: The Miriosquad handles the Nearly High End Noumus, freeing up Jeanist to jasphyxiate (okay that one doesn’t really work so well) the rest of the League. Compress is all “TIME FOR THIS MILD-MANNERED SIDE CHARACTER VILLAIN TO SHINE”, except that by “shine” what he actually means is “use his quirk to punch a literal hole right through his own ass to free himself.” The rest of the chapter is basically just a back and forth between him and Jeanist, with Jeanist trying to recapture him, and Compress repeatedly thwarting him by chopping more holes out of himself because HE’S FRESH OUT OF FUCKS, AND THE ONES AT THE STORE ARE ALL SOLD OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Anyway, so with Compress basically dying and all, Horikoshi is all “you know what that means”, and delivers a freshly-baked villain flashback revealing that Compress is a descendant of Harima Ouji, a.k.a. the Peerless Thief, a.k.a. some famous guy whom Gentle mentioned this one time for like two seconds back in the day. The chapter ends with Compress finally demasking himself and dumping Tomura back onto the ground, a.k.a. The Worst Possible Place For Tomura To Be. ( •﹏•)

WHY IS CRUST HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

-- OH WAIT, SHIT. OH

AIZAWAAAA you’re alive and receiving medical help thank GOD. HOW MANY EYES DO YOU HAVE. AND MIRKO!! HOW MANY LIMBS DO YOU HAVE, OMG

so is this Aizawa dreaming about Crust’s final moments, then?? jesus. with All Due Respect to Crust’s memory, does Aizawa not already have enough misplaced guilt on his conscience as it is?? “nope, we’re gonna keep piling it on. that’s all he is now. three limbs, an indeterminate number of eyes, sexy hair, and Guilt” well shit

motherfucker y’all really out here placing an oxygen mask on Gran Torino’s corpse. fucking shounen characters. each one comes with a lifetime warranty

DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING THESE CLOSE-UPS OF HAWKS’S UNCONSCIOUS FACE ALL WHUMPED OUT AND EXHAUSTED. HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS ARE WE GOING TO GET. ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING ME WITH THE UPCOMING CONVALESCENCE ARC, BECAUSE IF SO, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME SO I CAN MAKE A WILL

for a moment I considered going back and checking my previous recaps to count how many times I’ve already made a joke about Dabi’s fire incinerating Hawks’s wings but not touching so much as a hair on his five o’clock shadow, so that I could calculate whether or not I could possibly get away with making that same joke one more time. but then I realized I could just do it in this kind of roundabout way I’m doing right now instead. so there you have it

FFFFFFFMT LADY AND MIDNIGHT NOOOOO

PLEASE BE ALIVE. PLEASE RESPECT THE SIGN ON THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING. THE ONE THAT SAYS “NO LADY CHARACTERS ALLOWED TO DIE”, WITH THE FINE PRINT AT THE BOTTOM “AT LEAST NOT UNTIL HORIKOSHI GIVES US LIKE TWENTY-SIX MORE OF THEM FIRST IF THAT’S THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY IT.” IT’S A GOOD SIGN, PLEASE RESPECT ITS WISHES!!

so anyway though, Jeanist is giving a speech about how god knows how many people all worked together to bring Machia down. and now RHA is getting in on those fabric puns too, I see. “A SINGLE STRAND MAY BE THIN BUT TOGETHER THEY FORM A STRONG ROPE” oh so you think you guys are funny eh? I’m a frayed knot

MEANWHILE EXCUSE ME BUT WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING BLOOD, HOLY SHIT

fffffff. so much for him taking over as the Number One once all this is over. so let’s just recap real quick, because Horikoshi has long since made it clear that one of his plot goals for this arc is to wipe out every single member of the Billboard Top Ten. so how we doin?

Endeavor - was just figuratively eviscerated in front of the entire nation by his homicidal zombiepunk son. also burnt half to death and possibly down a lung. will almost certainly be forced to retire after this one way or the other

Hawks - lying prettily in a medical tent. wings status: gone. hair status: still perfect

Jeanist - WELL I THOUGHT HE WAS FINE BUT APPARENTLY HE’S OUT HERE DYING, JESUS CHRIST

Edgeshot - MIA, last seen fighting Re-Destro. I really want him to have kicked RD’s ass because fuck that guy, but realistically they probably fought to a draw at best

Mirko - alive but in critical condition and missing something like 1.5 limbs

Crust - dead, currently haunting Aizawa’s traumatized dreams. now he’s gonna be triggered the rest of his life by people giving him the thumbs up, THANKS A LOT

Kamui Woods - was set on fire which is His Weakness. thoughts and prayers

Wash - last seen floating hospital patients to safety as Tomura’s wave of decay descended towards him. probably dead ffff

Old Man Samurai - haven’t seen this fucker in a hot minute, who even knows where he’s wandered off to

Ryuukyuu - currently being treated for her wounds, looked pretty bad off. but it’s hard to tell how hurt she is since most of the injuries were acquired in her transformed state. SHE BETTER GET WELL SOON

anyways, so yeah. so much for the top ten. guess that’s another reason Horikoshi brought Mirio back now, huh

so there’s a big panel of everyone fighting the Noumu while Machia lies there all “blurgh.” good riddance my dude. it took like twenty chapters and a hundred people to stop this guy so I really fucking hope he stays down. you’ve had your fun

anyway so Jeanist is sending another steel thread towards Dabi! and he’s all “just a bit more!!” fklklj this is gonna go real well isn’t it

meanwhile Mirio’s fighting a Nearly High End with all of these weird rock formations jutting out of its skin. go on and kick his ass then, Mirio

“each of these guys is probably just as strong as the Noumu from Kyuushuu” hold on I thought Ujiko or Tomura or someone said that wasn’t the case? not that Mirio would know I suppose. anyways let’s just hope he’s wrong cuz if not these kids are probably screwed

kLSDKFHLSKHGLKLK OH MY GODDDD

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH. THINKS THE NAME IS OUTRAGEOUS, CHECK. USES IT ANYWAY, CHECK. “JUST BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T BE SUPPORTIVE.” WHAT A CLASS ACT

AND KACCHAN IS RESPONDING WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER

WOW, SON. IT’S ALMOST AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, OR SOMETHING!! although listen up, real talk, the fact that Kacchan of all people can’t muster the energy to yell at someone questioning his ability to kick ass is HIGHKEY troubling and we may be in need of an intervention here soon :/

now Jeanist is finally turning his attention to the League! was... was it not already on the League. omg

ACTUAL SCREAMING AHHHHHH FUCK FUCKLK LK AHHLKHKFFFF

hey so um. what the actual fucked up hell. my soul left my body. imagine if you saw the reflection of this panel on your bedroom window. you would never sleep again

OKAY RHA TRANSLATORS ARE YOU HAVING YOURSELF A LAUGH AGAIN

THIS CANNOT BE WHAT HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING RIGHT. BUT IT’S RIGHT IN THAT UNCANNY VALLEY OF NOT BEING QUITE SURE, THOUGH... (　ﾟдﾟ)

(ETA: just a next-day clarification here, apparently my sleep-deprived ADHD word-skipping brain completely skipped right over the “a” in that last panel, so what I read was, “and Shigaraki’s limp noodle.” so yeah, the moral of this story is always read the speech bubble carefully before you start making running jokes throughout the rest of your post, folks.)

oh wow he’s really freaking out lmao

to be fair though, I’d argue that Dabi has gotten pre-tty close at this point :’) thrilled for him, really I am

but anyway, well then figure something out you big dramatic robot-armed fiend. didn’t you just say you could touch your own ass? can you not just Compress yourself to break free?? does it not work on you? or would you be stuck afterwards lol

(ETA: I was picturing him compressing his entire body at once, not just chunks of it. ghhhlkh.)

um

holy shit Jeanist. are you stupidly trying to cut off their air, or are you going for more of a sleeper hold (jleeper hold??) thing instead. the latter would be way smarter and faster and probably safer as well just saying

but unless Spinner is just being super dramatic, it sure looks like he’s fucking strangling them djslkjlk. this will certainly cement his popularity among the villain stans. good thing you’re not running for office any time soon bud

anyway so I have no idea what these guys are trying to do now. what is this

do you even have till the count of 5 at this rate. I mean

OH MY GOODNESS

HE’S REALLY FUCKING DOING IT!! HE’S COMPRESSING HIS BUTT!! OMFG. TOMURA HIDE YOUR NOODLE!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

DID YOU COMPRESS A PIECE OF YOUR OWN ASS. FUCKING WHAT. PUT THIS MAN’S PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE WORD “LOYALTY”, HOLY CRAP

HOLY SHIT COMPRESS

“HOLY SHIT DID THAT GUY JUST PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH HIS OWN ASS IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS VILLAIN PALS. FUCK IT, HE DESERVES TO ESCAPE”

jeez, talk about... A HALF-ASSED ESCAPE ATTEMPT :D :D :D hahaha. but real talk though, Horikoshi has clearly never tried to leap twelve feet straight up in the air multiple times in succession with only half his glutes though. everyone, I regret to inform you that this panel right here on the left may be slightly unrealistic

also where the hell is he going to go?? did you pack a jetpack away in one of those little marbles sir. and what about Dabi?? and Skeptic too, I guess, but we don’t really care about Skeptic

(ETA: at this point I had to stop reading for about two hours because I had to go out and take care of something; that’s also why this is being posted later than usual lol. anyways so where were we.)

oh my lord

the existence of a translator’s note here implies that the earlier line about Compress being able to reach Tomura’s junk was not, in fact, ad-libbed. hmm. hmmmmmmmm

anyway so now he’s grabbing Compress again because OF COURSE HE IS, so now we’re right back to square one! except now Tomura and Spinner are secured inside of little marbles, and presumably Compress is the only one who can release them

oh nevermind he’s just maiming himself again instead, SHEESH

Skeptic a man is dying please have some goddamn respect

so, uh. is he gonna die, though??

I really can’t tell wtf is going on here, this is the most confusing the art has been in a while. Horikoshi put all of his spoons into that creepyass close-up panel earlier, that bastard

OMG WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS

DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THE “COMPRESS IS RELATED TO THIS THIEF GUY FROM OLDEN TIMES” THEORY IS ACTUALLY TRUE WHAAAAAAT. OH SHIT

so apparently Harima was a Robin Hood type guy who stole from... heroes?? wtf. are heroes the 1% in this scenario. y’all didn’t have any Fortune 500 CEOs to steal from?

THAT’S THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU, OH SHIT. and in a related oh shit, the fact that we are getting a Compress flashback now of all times doesn’t bode super well for him. ffff

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKIS ARE STILL TODOROKI-ING

listen here boy if you touch one freaking hair on Shouto’s candy cane head I swear to god --

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!!

SHOUTO NOOOOOO. WTF YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE GUY WHOSE WEAKNESS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIRE. DABI YOU SHIT, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!! I’M PRINTING OUT A COPY OF THAT COMPRESS PANEL!!! KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THAT BEDROOM WINDOW YOU PUNK!!!

SO NOW POOR SHOUTO IS UNCONSCIOUS AND FALLING!! SOMEONE SAVE HIM!! WHO CATCHES THE CATCHER

COMPRESS LITERALLY HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING

PLEASE DON’T CALL TOMURA LEADER OF THE “PLF” YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DO THAT. ARE YOU DYING. ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING HEAD NOW WTF

(ETA: “masks are removable, makeste” you know what it’s been a long day okay lmao. or I suppose Compress is really the one who is lmao.)

GASPPPPPP

okay. okay. looooool okay then

WHY WERE YOU COVERING THIS SEXY MOP OF HAIR UNDER THAT HOOD YOU TOOL. IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THE TOP HAT. I’M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW

as if it wasn’t enough for him to demask himself, he also had to get all shirtless and then do this weird attempt at a sexypose too huh

hard to say exactly how much of his torso is currently missing, but safe to say that’s proooooooobably not good. :///// fuck

on the other hand, Kacchan also has a torso hole and he’s still flying around like he just drank a dozen red bulls, so

this man lost his ass and he’s still out here monologuing like it’s the last two minutes of The Prestige. one might say he is monologuing his ass off

so he let Spinner and Tomura free, but is Dabi still trapped in his marble?? wasn’t he all on fire and stuff?? hopefully he can still turn off his quirk in there because if not that’s a pretty fucked up way to die. somewhere out there Snatch’s ghost is all “YEAH I’LL SAY.” oh how the turntables

last but not least, sooooooo. Tomura. back on the ground. that’s. um. ...shiiiiiiiit

#bnha 294 #mr. compress #...and actually that's pretty much it lol #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #sorry this is up later than usual (and mostly unedited as well) #just one of those days

[lavenderek]

I Know What It's Like To Be A Difficult Person: an introspective

i rewatched a recent unhhh yesterday where someone asked trixie and katya how to deal with their annoying coworker before they flipped out on them. and trixie said, sympathetic of the annoying coworker, "annoying people don't know they're annoying. from their perspective their coworker just snapped at them one day." and i felt seen.

like ten years ago, i used to be facebook friends with this friend of a friend, and sometimes i would comment on her posts with goofy jokes just trying to be tongue in cheek, and she would usually like my comments or reply laughing

and one day i was at work and got a notification: one of her friends replied to a comment i had made fully like, "okay what is your problem? you always leave the meanest rudest comments on her posts and i'm sick of it, if you don't like her why are you still facebook friends with her, you need to stop"

you guys when i tell you i was blindsided. it was like someone had punched me in the gut. i don't at all remember any of the comments i made because it was a decade ago but also because i wasn't thinking about them as i made them, they were just funny offhand comments to me.

i responded apologizing and saying i had no idea i was coming across that way and promising i wouldn't comment anymore, like at the time i didn't know what else to do. and i remember she DMed me like "i'm sorry about him i didn't know he was going to say that, you don't have to stop commenting." and i answered saying it was ok, i didn't realize i was upsetting people, or something. but i still never did comment again, and she never brought it up again, and eventually i ended up unfriending her anyway lol

like i really had thought we were cool, i really thought it was a fun bantery thing. and like i said, i don't remember my comments but i do remember exactly where i was standing when i saw what he'd said. i still remember feeling the air sucked out of my lungs and i remember going into the bathroom at work and crying about it. i had never even wondered, i had never suspected for a second that anyone would be bothered by my comments. the thought had never crossed my mind.

real quick disclaimer: every time i say something on here about a memory i have, somebody shows up in my asks thinking i've been dwelling on and weeping over it for years, so: (1) it was a long time ago and i'm not upset about it, (2) i know "it's hard to judge blah blah blah through the internet," (3) i'm not really worried about what these people think of me, (4) i don't even remember their names.

i'm just thinking about how easy it is to make an enemy lmao. you come across like a dick and now somebody hates your guts. you can find out that someone you thought you were pals with has been venting about you to their other friends for fucking months (has happened to me more than once). i'm really not still upset about that facebook thing but i'd be lying if i said it didn't rock me to my core lmfao, it really changed me. i spent the next ten years trying to figure out how to tell if somebody secretly doesn't like me. i haven't figured it out yet but i have picked up some tips

like six years ago i had a friend i had thought i was super close to suddenly send me like two paragraphs listing my various transgressions, and i apologized, and she was like "it's ok, i got really worked up there, i understand if you don't want to be friends anymore." which, here's one of my hot tips, MEANT "now that i've blown up at you we can finally part ways," but which i took at face fuckin value and i said "no it's ok, you were just being honest," and my clown ass kept trying to be her friend and fix this accused behavior for months. and no, her ignoring my texts for longer periods of time did not clue me in. sorry [redacted]! (also i'm medicated now, so some of your concerns have been addressed, you have my number)

i even found out two years ago that one of my coworkers who i had never spoken to hated me specifically because one time i had been pulled into a meeting right when it was our team's turn to clean the kitchenette and she thought i'd just blown it off akhfksj. hated me. confirmed when i made friends with one of her friends. hated me. two years ago. i'm a grown person with a grown up office job. you never grow out of bizarre personal conflicts, you just learn to be like "welp" and reach a point where it doesn't hurt so much as confuse you lmfao

the morals of this post are the following:

annoying people don't know they're annoying

people with adhd can't read between your weird lines

if somebody lists all the reasons you have been a bad friend and then doesn't respond to your texts for three days, they're not just mad at you, that was them trying to break up with you lmfao

dealing with other people will always be difficult, but it won't always be devastating when it doesn't work out

also for this reason watching cracker in the last allstars was weirdly triggering to me lmfao everybody was like "is miz cracker playing mind games 🤔 " no dingdong she just said something she shouldn't have and wasn't able to change anyone's minds for the rest of the show please try assuming the best about people for two (2) seconds

#diary post

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I enjoy being vague often.... I also enjoy giving way way too much info about pointless things...... I enjoy wordplay and double meanings..... There’s some folks that have been following for a long while now.... In fact there’s some people that found me before I made the blog public.... It didn’t even show up in searches for tags.... when I even bothered to tag things. Which still boggles my brain.....but it’s a positive.  More or less wanted to throw some random content out for newer followers and friends....  I usually just blog art and music, or my own art and music..... or whatever the fuck is on my mind... and I feel like mentioning.... Which I suppose would be the purpose of any blog anyone has.... Generally most my content is hyper focused on art, music, and self expression. It’s usually also closely connected to Goth Subculture.... or generally Punk/Post PunK subculture... and other counter-culture what nots.... .....Always been that way personally.... even since I was a youngin’... Not much has changed here.... Not much will.... I’ll get new info... New wisdom.... new data to process.... it might change my perspective over time.... ...It won’t change my personality though... I have a neurological disorder that’s treatable via medication.... I also have ADHD..... I also did the typical shit people with mental illness do.... So... when my disorders or whatever you wanna call them... started to manifest into depression and mental illness because they had been untreated for 10+ years... (at the time) I ignored them and left them untreated for far longer.... spiraling down into a VoiD of isolation... self loathing...self hatred... despair... and a sense of hopelessness.... Because I wasn’t able to function like the average person... I couldn’t understand the why not... I could just see the difference... and I hated that.... rather than feeling it’s not fair that others can... I felt there was something wrong with me and me alone... and because I couldn’t make it work no matter how hard I pushed and tried.... I ended up just feeling I didn’t even deserve to be happy, or content, or receive what I’d like, or even be loved most the time.... All the while... explaining to myself and others that I didn’t want to use my issues as a crutch.... So I’d deal with them and press on forward.... it was a very convenient excuse to avoid dealing with my issues... since it was going to take a lot of paperwork and bullshit to get help since... I couldn’t ever afford to see the specialists required to treat my situation.  Then finally... while working at a pretty decent job... with humans whose company I actually enjoyed let alone could tolerate..... The stress of the work... on top of massive major depression symptoms.... My complete level of insane intense exhaustion....other health concerns as well as general frustration and previously mentioned self hate... I had a complete fucking mental break down.... That manifested as well as extreme depression manifesting...into physical pain... It’s general knowledge that stress and the mind can effect the body....  While there might be a small amount of doubt in some people’s mind as to how much it can effect physically....  Trust me..... take a psych101 course....  and/or listen to me from first hand experience.... When it finally does come around to bite you in the ass it isn’t pretty.... When your arms and legs feel like they’re on fire while being stabbed with needles... it’s no longer a silly concept or question.... It’s terrifying...  When you’re in a doctor’s office... and all blood test results are that you’re in perfect health.... When the doctor is explaining the pain doesn’t resemble nerve damage or neuropathy.... “we can see a neurologist to double check... but should look into these other things first since.... it doesn’t add up.” and you’re trying to explain what’s been going on.... but even thinking about what you’ve been feeling causes you to start openly sobbing in front of your poor Doctor as you say... “I don’t know what to do anymore...” You become pretty aware of how much stress and the mind can really affect you. Now.... what I’ve brought up... is pretty intense...  It can come off pretty depressing...  When suffering in some form or another becomes your norm... Those kind of things just don’t feel so sad anymore... it’s just... normal.... Creatures in those real situations... don’t typically want sympathy... I don’t... and I didn’t...  Empathy and Understanding.... totally cool... I like those things in general anyway.... Sympathy doesn’t really help....  Whatever the case... humans in general... are fucked up.. over one thing or another...  it’s best to try and stop... and realize... something is wrong... and bothering them when they are being unreasonable....  It doesn’t mean you need to subject yourself to abuse.... If anything when that’s the case... you need to understand they’re fucked up over something to a level where you need to leave... or also be mentally destroyed.  It’s fine if someone might not want to abandon another... Just keep in mind... pushing them to seek out help some... or at the least... pointing out that there’s help out there that might help them find a path to a happier more functional and reasonably balanced life in terms of mental health... Is totally a great thing.... but when they’re aware... and do nothing to get help... or... start to get help but instantly say it’s not helping before putting any effort in? You need to go...... and care for yourself.... at least in the situations where they’re being abusive that is.... Anyway... I digress... and let’s leave those concepts behind.... hehe anyway.... that’s a general vague sense of my cognitive being.... Here’s me...... and some of my work... It will be complete eventually... it’s taken me ages to get this far due to my past situations... and what not... but... now things are better... I’m okay.... doing well... in comparison to where I had been.... Not quite where I want to be exactly... but.. finally heading in the correct direction finally... Knowing all the things I now know in contrast to before... it’s still gonna take a good bit of work before the music is legit complete.  All my work has been DIY and a solo project... I do have a drummer friend who will most likely be playing live shows with me adding another layer of beats and effects onto my own stuff just for the live performance to make it that much more intense.... At least when he’s available... he plays for lots of people... and plays lots of styles. He’s an amazing artist and musician... so it should be great fun... We also have plans for other different styles and maybe even another electro industrial type project.... so those too will be fun as all hell since... I won’t be solo writing everything there... I do however love programming my own beats so... will most likely continue to do so for “The End of it All”. Anyway... hope this pointless rant finds you all well.... Flesh Bag Humans... <3 -The End <3

I’ll post another of artwork pics because... this is absurdly long already.... My apologies for hideously interrupting feeds I pop up in.... next post is artsy work time a-go-go.

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Syng

SkamFicWeek:

Day 4: rewrite/extend a canon scene

Pairing: Even/Isak

AO3

It shouldn’t have happened like this. It shouldn’t have happened at all.

Even had thought the guys were better off without him, especially after everything that had happened - after everything he’d done. Cutting off contact would be good for them, and finishing school at Nissen would be a fresh start for him.

It had worked so far. Eventually, they stopped texting him, and he’d deleted his social media so he never saw them on his feed. He avoided parties he knew they might appear at, and Sana was respectful enough to never bring it up.

It wasn’t really a fresh start; he couldn’t escape the gossip that followed him from Bakka. He knew how to turn a blind eye to it, and ignore the stares, the whispers. It hurt, but he could take it. He made a few friends who didn’t pay attention to the rumors, and he had Isak.

Oh, Isak. Isak with his quick wit and snarky attitude. Isak with his kind heart and patient nature. Isak with his loyal friends that adopted Even like he was family. Isak, who Even loved unconditionally and - somehow - loved him back just as much. Isak who he woke up next to every morning and made Even thank the universe over and over for.

Isak should never have been involved.

“Do you want to get some air?” Isak asked him as they stepped off the karaoke stage. Having him at his side had brought him down to earth - out of the rising tide of panic brought on by the sight of his old friends - but he was still a little shaky. Isak was right; some fresh air would do him good. He nodded and Isak took his hand, grounding him further. He told the guys not to worry about following them out, finish their beers, and then he was gently leading Even through the crowd and out the doors.

The cool springtime air felt good on Even’s face and he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Isak led him down to the benches and looked at him with those concerned eyes of his eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t get the chance before someone else spoke.

“Even?” They both looked up and Even’s throat closed. Jogging over was none other than Mikael. Out of all of them, seeing him was the hardest. His kind brown eyes were fraught with worry and it pained Even to know that was because of him. “Even- Ya Allah, we’ve been trying to get ahold of you for ages!”

Even couldn’t answer. He didn’t know how to. Panic was building in his gut. It was hard to breathe.

“Are you okay?” Mikael started to reach to touch Even’s arm when suddenly there was someone else shoving himself between them.

“Leave him the fuck alone!” Isak shoved Mikael, who stumbled back a couple steps.

“I’m just trying to talk to him!”

“You’re getting in his face!” In some moments of weakness, he’d wondered what it would be like if his old best friend met his boyfriend. He hadn’t wanted to happen like this, with neither of them knowing the full story and tempers flaming. Isak pushed Mikael again, firm in the center of his chest, and Mikael fell backwards. “Just get the fuck away!”

“Hey!”

It was all happening in slow motion. He saw Mikael fall on his ass, unable to stop it from happening. He heard Elias’s voice from the Syng doorway and suddenly he was there, between Mikael and Isak, and Even couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything to keep them apart, and Elias’s fist connected with Isak’s face.

And then everything sped up. Even finally managed to unfreeze and bolt forward, catching Isak before he fell to the ground. He heard yelling, saw Isak’s friends rushing out to meet Elias and the guys, but he didn’t pay attention; Isak’s bloodied face and pained noises gave him a distraction.

“Shh,” He tried to soothe Isak, helping him to the bench and gently touching his cheek. Isak hissed in pain, flinching away. “Fuck, that looks bad.” Even glanced back at the throng of people and he felt sick when he saw Mahdi and Elias struggling back and forth, Jonas shoving Adam and landing hits where he could. It felt unreal, like a sick nightmare he’d wake up from any minute now. His past and his present meeting in the worst possible way.

He turned his attention back on Isak. He couldn’t think about it right now. He had to take care of Isak, or else the guilt swarming in his mind would overtake him.

“Where does it hurt?” His nose; his eye; his upper cheek. “Are you dizzy?” No; yes; it hurts, Ev. “We’ll get you to the emergency room. It’ll be okay, baby.”

The yelling increased in volume - Sana’s voice was there now, when did she get out here? - and then fell. He heard Isak’s friends approach, heard Mahdi ask if Isak was okay.

“We have to go to the emergency room.” Sana’s hand was on Isak’s cheek, but Even wouldn’t let himself focus on anything else right now. “Are you coming?”

They were; of course they were. They weren’t leaving their friend behind.

--

The tram ride was tense and quiet. The boys formed a protective shield around Isak, all buzzing with leftover adrenaline. Even sat at his side, rubbing his back in soothing circles and whispering comforts. Isak curled into his side and was silent except for occasional hisses of pain when he moved his face wrong and disturbed the blossoming injuries on his face.

(Even remembered for a moment the tram ride they shared so many months ago. The awkward conversation, shying away from each other, compared to how Isak’s hand was now clasped in his, his face curled into Even’s neck. Things were so much better now. And yet, they were also so much worse.)

It didn’t take long for them to get to the hospital and they sat in the waiting room for next to no time before a nurse was leading Isak away to get checked out.

Even sat hunched over, his knee bouncing a mile a minute. He could feel Jonas, Magnus, and Mahdi’s eyes on him, could feel their silent questions, but he didn’t look up. It was getting hard to keep down the guilt and anxiety threatening to burst out of his chest.

Isak was brought out not too long after he was brought in. He had a concussion - a mild one - but none of the injuries were serious. He’d have a black eye and should probably not go to school this week, here’s a note to send the principal, and here’s some pain medication, he’ll be sure to have a headache so avoid bright lights and ice it, and are you sure you boys don’t want to press charges?

No; they were sure; thank you for your help.

--

The boys stuck with them on their way home. Even’s not sure how it happened, but before he knew it, he was sitting on his bed and passing Isak an ice pack, and his apartment was occupied by three more people than usual.

Isak took the ice pack with a mumbled ‘thank you’ and pressed it to his eye. The hospital had cleaned up the bloody parts, but the swelling was quickly becoming obvious. He looked at him, one visible green eye sharp with worry.

“Who were those guys?” Mahdi spoke up from the table.

“That was Mikael, right? From Bakka?” Isak added. Even’s breath hitched and he looked down at his lap, nodding softly. “Even, what happened with you guys?”

Even was silent. He wasn’t sure how to start.

“We can leave, you know.” Magnus piped up. His voice had the oddly caring tone it took on when the situations required him to actually be serious. If he were feeling better, Even would smile. The others might tease him, but Even was really glad Isak was friends with Magnus. He was a good person. “In case you don’t want to say it in front of us. We’d understand.”

Jonas and Mahdi murmured their agreement.

“Or… if now isn’t the right time, it’s okay.” Isak reached over and squeezed his hand. That felt wrong; Isak was the one with the black eye and concussion; Even should be comforting him, not the other way around. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Even let out a long breath. No. It was now or never.

“I’ve… known these guys for a long time. Ever since we were kids, really. Elias-” Even looked up at Isak for a moment. “-the one who hit you, he’s Sana’s brother.”

“Asshole.” Mahdi suggested and Even laughed dryly.

“No, he’s a great guy actually. They all are. They’re really good people. He probably only hit you because he saw you push Mikael.” Even fell silent again, trying to figure out how to word the next part. Everyone else was silent, waiting until he was ready. Isak squeezed his hand gently. “I… I wasn’t diagnosed until last spring. They thought maybe I had ADHD or depression before then. I hadn’t had a really big episode until last year.

“I…” Even licked his lips and took a deep breath before continuing. “I did a lot of really out there stuff. It was just snowballing and I didn’t know what was going on. I’d… I’d been questioning my sexuality a lot. No one knew, but it was at the front of my mind all the time. And Mikael-” He smiled weakly. “Mikael was my best friend. He was funny and smart and handsome and I-” He could feel Isak tense beside him. “I kissed him.”

He closed his eyes tightly as memories of the panic in Mikael’s face, of how he’d shoved him off of him and asked him what the fuck he was doing flashed through his mind.

“That was a really bad idea.” To say the least. “He got upset with me- not angry, but freaked out. It kind of came out of nowhere.” He picked at a loose thread in his jeans, unable to look up at everyone in the room. “Mikael is Muslim, so to my manic mind, that’s why he was pushing me away. I- I got a Quran and began memorizing everything I could.” Isak’s fingers threaded through his own and gave him the courage to keep going. “I found all the parts about being gay and how, because I liked men, I would be going to Hell.”

Isak scooted a tiny bit closer to him, putting Even’s hand between both of his own.

“I posted them everywhere. All over my Facebook, all over the revue wall, all over Instagram. Normally when I’m manic, it’s a lot of intense happiness. This time, it was the worst despair I’d ever felt. And when I crashed, it was even worse. When I was depressed, I tried to-” The words stuck in his throat. “...They diagnosed me with bipolar 1 disorder at the hospital. I dropped out of Bakka. I haven’t talked to the guys since.”

The room was silent. He could hear cars outside and the gentle hum of the building’s air unit. And then Isak pulled him closer, wrapping him into his arms. Even folded against his chest, feeling like he’d just performed some great exertion, and he felt Isak kiss the top of his head.

“Thank you for telling me.” Isak whispered into his hair. Even curled his fingers into his flannel. He smelled like sweat and beer and blood and his deodorant and the soap Even picked out because Isak doesn’t know how to shop for that kind of thing. It was comforting.

“...I need to talk to them.” He said after several minutes of silence. Isak’s fingers were combing through his hair.

“Yeah? Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He was sure. Things were bad that night, but they were better than they were a year before. He was better than he was a year before. He was in the arms of his boyfriend, in the apartment they shared, surrounded by fiercely loyal friends who hadn’t even known him half a year but still treated him like a brother. Things were better.

And it was time to talk to the boys.

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