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starryevermore · 1 year

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all those chickens ✧ commander wolffe

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request: Star Wars request? reader making Gen Z references while infiltrating a base and everyone is just “wtf” but as soon as they stop it’s all hands on deck coz reader is just silent and that ain’t normal so ⭐️PaNiC⭐️ turns out…there was a lil porg and they turned comms off to save it - anon

pairing: commander wolffe x fem!reader

summary: wolffe does not understand all of the strange references you make to the culture of your home planet, earth. but, when you go silent on a mission, wolffe finds himself worried at the lack of communication.

word count: 1,835

warnings?: reader is from earth, i’ll be honest there’s a fair mix of both millennial and gen z references in this but whatcha gonna do about it, not proofread

Commander Wolffe didn’t pretend to understand you. Trying to understand you was like trying to understand the Force—it only ever gave him a migraine so intense he would rather listen to C-3PO talk for hours on end without interruption. Or, perhaps, that was a bit extreme—no one could listen to that droid talk that long without wanting to bash their head through a wall. But, nevertheless, whenever Wolffe attempted to understand the strange things you would say, the references you would make to a culture only you were familiar with, it left him with more questions than answers.

After all, why were you doing something for the vine? What the hell was a “no bones” day and why was it being determined by a geriatric animal? (A pug? What the kark was a pug?) Why did you pick up a glass of blue milk and mutter “what is wrong with you? why are you blue?” before laughing like you told the most amazing joke in the galaxy? And never mind the words and phrases themselves you would use—“rizz”, “stan”, “yeet”, “bussin’”, “vibe check”, “I’m weak”, “main character energy”, “borg”. And don’t get him started on how you would end words with “-ussy”!

It was one of the very few times that Wolffe questioned the Jedi General Plo Koon in his decision to have you join them. In Wolffe’s view, no matter what benefits you might bring to fighting the war, it was all substantially lessened by the fact that you didn’t make a bit of sense half the time. And don’t get him started about how you always seem shocked when he or his brothers didn’t understand whatever bantha shit you were going on about.

“You wouldn’t last a day on Earth,” you’d muttered once when he questioned why you put on an accent and said “airport? I’m not going to the airport.” when Wolffe said you needed to report to the hangar.

“I would sooner walk into an active battle zone without any weapons than I would step foot on your planet,” he’d said.

“Weird flex but okay.”

He didn’t miss the flash of hurt on your face, though, he said that. It was that day that he learned your planet, in a galaxy far, far, away, had been destroyed and you were one of the very few survivors. And, well, while Wolffe might not have experienced a loss on the scale of billions, he did know loss. And he knew a thing or two about trying to keep the memory of lost loved ones alive. So, while he might not have understood every strange thing you said, he didn’t give you as much of a hard time about anymore.

That said, it still confused the hell out of him everything you referenced something from your culture. Even now, as you joined the 104th on a mission and kept going on and on about things Wolffe could never dream of understanding. For a brief moment, you had even ran ahead of them, chasing after a group of porgs, until Wolffe ordered you back to his side. He couldn’t let you run out into a trap, after all.

“Look at all those chickens!” you said, looking out the porgs roaming around. The little buggers seemed to have infiltrated the Separatist base on their own. It was almost funny, actually, imaging the little critters annoying the clankers.

Comet looked at you, his head titled. His bucket shielded his facial expressions, but Wolffe was almost certain that Comet was looking at you like you said that the porgs were rancors or something equally wild. “Those are porgs?”

“It’s a reference to something on the foliage app,” Sinker said. He looked at you for confirmation. “Right?”

“It’s called Vine,” Wolffe grunted. When he looked back at you, he saw a smile on your face. His heart stuttered. (Why? You smiled all the time. It was almost annoying, how smiley you were.) “What?”

“You remembered. I thought you didn’t care when I babbled on about Earth things.”

“I neither have to care nor understand what you’re talking about to listen to you,” Wolffe said.

“I think you care,” you said. You bumped your shoulder against his. “You act like a big, strong wolf, but really you’re a sweet, little puppy. All bark, no bite.”

Wolffe barred his teeth, snarling at you, but it did little to stop the laughter echoing throughout the Wolfpack. You lifted your chin, smiling widely at him. Then, you raised your arm, your hand resting on top of his bucket, before you tapped it once, twice—pat, pat!

The Wolfpack’s laughter turned into near howls. Comet nearly doubled over. Booster slung an arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer to him. A spark rose in Wolffe’s chest. He wasn’t sure what he was more upset by—your teasing or one of his brothers touching you.

“Warthog, Y/N, go find the control room and extract the information we need. The rest of us will deal with the clankers,” Wolffe grunted, trying to stamp out his frustration as they neared the control room in the Separatist base.

He had no right to be upset, after all. Why would he? You were another member of his squad. You were a friend. That was it. Surely, there had to be some other reason that Wolffe was so bothered by this. Maybe it had something to do with it being so long since they were on leave. Maybe he was just missing companionship in general, and that was making him feel things toward you. You were, after all, the only woman he saw on a day to day basis. Yes. That’s what it was. It was nothing personal.

…Right?

Wolffe kept his focus on scouting ahead, ignoring the laughter from his brothers. As he put some distance between himself and you, Comet jogged up to join him. Kriff. This wasn’t going to be good.

His younger brother bumped his shoulder against Wolffe’s, and practically crowed, “Oh, Wolffe! You’re such a little puppy!”

“Watch it,” Wolffe growled. His grip on his blaster tightened, his knuckles turning white. “Focus on the mission.”

Sinker laughed. “C’mon, vod, how can we take you seriously when you’re all bark, no bite?”

“Oh, lay off him,” Boost said. Wolffe wanted to believe his brother was on his side, but Boost was, perhaps, probably the worst about teasing him. He knew Wolffe long enough to know all the ways to get under his skin, and he always took full advantage of it. “He just cares so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself!”

Wolffe stomped ahead, feeling something akin to a petulant child, as his brothers’ laughter echoed around him. Why did they have to make this something it wasn’t? Why did they act like there was something there?

But, why was there this…uneasy feeling settling over him? Wolffe’s hand dropped to his comm. You hadn’t said anything for a long time. Why was that? Usually, he couldn’t get you to shut up. You always had some sort of commentary, whether it be those ridiculous Earth references or it be you just babbling on about whatever it was you were doing at the moment.

“Y/N, do you copy?” he asked into his comm.

Silence.

Panic settled deep in his chest. He repeated the question a second, then a third, time. He never got a response.

“Warthog, is Y/N with you? She’s not answering her comm.”

“Uhh…”

Wolffe almost preferred the silence. An unsure answer…Well, that usually meant there had been some sort of trouble. And if you were caught in that trouble…Wolffe shuddered at the thought. You were part of his squad. You were someone he was supposed to look out for. Wolffe wasn’t sure if he could stand it if something happened to you. He didn’t want to lose another member of his squad.

But…Well, it went deeper than that, didn’t it? If something happened…If he never got to see you smile again, if he never got to hear you laugh, if he never was left scratching his head at some strange thing you said, Wolffe’s life would feel incomplete. He would miss you. He would more than miss you. He would tear apart the entire galaxy if it meant getting revenge on whoever would hurt a hair on your head.

“Yes or no, trooper?” Wolffe barked.

“Well, she was just here, sir. And now…she’s not.”

“What the kark is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know! I just looked up and she was gone!”

“Well, find her!” Wolffe snapped.

As Wolffe turned to look for you, too, he shot at a couple of clankers that had rounded the corner before taking off in search of you. Kriff. Was he the only one whose brain fully formed? Why the hell would you just wander off like that? Why the hell wouldn’t Warthog immediately report that? Why the hell didn’t Warthog keep a closer eye on you? Anything could happen out here!

“What’s wrong?” Comet asked, firing at a clanker, as he saw Wolffe double back. “Are we retreating?”

“Warthog lost Y/N,“ he growled.

“Damn. Better go find your girl then,” Comet said.

“She’s not—just, watch my six, okay?”

Thankfully, he didn’t need to go far. As he neared the control room, he saw blaster fire and a clanker fall, then heard your voice as you said, “There ya go, baby. Evil droid is all gone!”

“What the kriff do you think you’re doing?” Wolffe asked when he got nearer.

“Was saving this little fella,” you said. You were cradling the porg in your arms as if it were a baby. When you looked up at Wolffe, your eyes were wide, your lips in a pout. He fought the urge to reach out, grab you by the face, and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. “Can we keep him, please? He could be the mascot of the 104th!”

“…I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”

“He’s just a baby! Say hi, baby!” you cooed. You lifted the porg, which squawked in Wolffe’s face.

Wolffe reached out, grasping your arm in his hand, and began tugging you away. “C’mon, we got what we needed. Let’s get outta here.”

“But the baby—”

“…Take it up with the General.” Wolffe paused, then took a moment to look you over, make sure that you didn’t earn any injuries in your impromptu rescue mission. “And, Y/N…?”

“Yes?”

“…don’t ever go silent on me like that again.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Even if it means you have to listen to my silly little Earth references?”

Wolffe almost held back, almost didn’t say what he was thinking. But, well…He really didn’t like it when he thought something had happened to you. And so he said, “I would rather hear your strange references than never hear from you again.”

And he meant every word.

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gizkasparadise · 4 months

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2023 wrapped: webtoon edition!

my final 2023 wrapped post for the year! unlike previous ones, this list is every series i read this year vs. ones that started this year. previous lists for this year:

cdrama edition

kdrama edition

ranked from least favorite to most favorite, which doesn't mean objectively best, just ones that hit me more. ones that are completed series will have a * after the title

15 my deepest secret*. omfg i hated this webtoon. the twist was asinine and frankly ignorant. none of the characters were likeable by the end. hate quit this one with like 5 chapters left to go i just couldnt

14 my second husband. seemed promising at first! i was hooked for the first 40 chapters or so but then it just started getting weirdly paced, had big plot holes, and nothing ever felt like it was getting resolved. the ML had like 0 charisma as well. dropped.

13 to love your enemy. this one was REALLY fun until the cult arc hit and then it was the biggest wtf is happening. dropped it shortly after

12 i dont hate us*. i liked this one until the timeskip ending, where then everyone and everything just felt really off. the second female lead gets a special mention because i HATED her at first but by the end she was my favorite character <3

11 romance 101.* this was okay. the art style was really cute and i loved the FL. but there never seemed to be any chemistry with the main ship to me, and the plot became really focused on the app/programming club which bored the hell out of me. dropped this one around chap 100

10 shadow bride. nothing bad but nothing particularly noteworthy for me. fluff read.

9 high spirits neoma. im not very far into this webtoon yet, or it'd be higher up the list im sure. im around ch 5 and finding it really charming and i love the color palette for it

8 dreaming freedom/freedom in dreams. although the art style isnt my cup of tea, i really enjoyed this fucked up high school revenge/romance webtoon but where im currently at (ch. 111ish) it's starting to feel a little circular. hoping it goes back to what it does best which is Unsettling Shit

7 my reason to die*. man this would've been in my top 3 but the ending arc is just. really boring??? like i dont want to watch them search for a pot farm for 10 chapters. i havent finished this one yet, but ive been putsing getting back into it ever since post reveal. the drama is very pretty though and the reveal chapters hit me like a truck in a good way

6 operation true love. i borderline hated this webtoon when i first started, but the reviews had me wanting to stick it out and im so glad i did!! around ep 10ish it really finds its footing and just keeps going for it! very kdrama in flavor and endearing FL.

5 unholy blood*. a fun, dark, and nostalgic webtoon about vampires and vampire hunting that brought me back to my tween years in the best way. the character designs are really awesome. it's a little lower on the list because the ending felt a bit rushed, but it's a really solid horror/action comic with a lil romance

4 surviving romance*. this one's complete but i got about 10 chapters left. it's a really fun horror comic (NOT romance, dont be fooled by the title) that reminds me of extraordinary you but if the plot was focused on the metaphysical horror of it a little more. fun characters and relationships. a little lower just because the second "return" arc feels tedious/unneeded so far. we'll see. TEAM RINA.

3 maybe meant to be/fate found by chance. ive found that i tend to gravitate toward darker webtoons, so this is my c-c-combo breaker! cute, funny, quirky, and really endearing. standard contract marriage plot but between two delightful weirdos

2 purple hyacinth. this series is everything. the art is gorgeous, it has its own OST built into the reading. the characters are nuanced and complicated and omg it's a ride and a half so far.

1 olgami/trapped*. INCREDIBLE characters and such an intense look at enemies-to-lovers. the drama starts as a psycho-thriller about gravedigging for a vampire and ends up about two leads who have never learned how to love willing to try it with one another in their fucked-up way. dysfunctional. hot. SO GOOD. the art evolution for this series was great as well

#webtoon #manhwa #olgami #purple hyacinth #maybe meant to be #gizka 2023 wrapped

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pendulum-sonata · 1 year

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10, 12 and 25 if you want to do the new ask game.

Oh hey there!

Gonna have to put this under read more because it got long :P

10.- Worst part of fanon

Man, this is tough choice, and I feel like depending on how the fandom behaves my feelings on which is the worst one changes periodically, but I have top 3 fanons that I hate, in no specific order:

The dimensional counterparts are as whole the protagonists of Arc V: I feel like I don't need to elaborate much on this, but I will anyway just because: Yuya is the protagonist, Yuzu is a deuteragonist and REIJI not anyone else is the Tritagonist, anyone who thinks any of the counterparts have some sort of claim over these spota just for being a counterparts earns an automatic eye roll from me, do me a favor and stop giving them credit for things that were done by Yuya or Yuzu.

Shun/Ruri/Yuto/anyone from the xyz dimension/resistance were the best or most badass characters!!: People who have followed me for a while know my stance on this, but yeah, no, not only this isn't true, like in the slightest, Yuto's saving grace was being absorbed by Yuya early on and as such deified by fandom, Ruri was ultimately used for Shun's brother manpain, and Shun who was arguibly the most "developed" had such a sloppy, contradictory and derailed development that people need to reshape him into another person to actually fit the image they have of him, no, I'm will neither elaborate or change my opinion, sorry, but also, not sorry.

Yuya is the worst YGO protagonist EVER!!!: No, this one pisses me off so much for how dumb it is, that I won't even try to rip it to shreds, because that would imply it's an actual argument and not just a hater statement. If you "like" Arc V but hate Yuya, then you didn't understand Arc V at all, period.

12.- The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

REIJI, REIJI, REIJI, REIJI, REIJI, REIJI....

Seriously people it's so weird that people have had something against him since day 1, took at face value the antoganist mask he wore in order to keep his true intentions under wraps and called it a day when it came to his character, he's like the antithesis of Shun in the fandom, because not only will people straight up make up things to make him fit the distorted negative image they have of him, and more than a couple times I've found people actually crediting his acomplishments on Shun of all characters (like calling him yuya's rival, wtf??) which puzzles me so much, I even forget to be angry about it.

Why should more people like him? Um, because his character is the perfect foil/rival for Yuya? The rational to his emotion, the caution to his impulsiveness, the one with his feet on the ground to his dreams and ideals and a long etcetera, but they're also two boys who suffer from abandoment issues and the weight of expectations placed on them who were forced to grow up too soon and become friends through cooperation and mutual trust rather than some dick measuring contest.

Because he's refreshing take on a cliche character in the franchise, and the traits that would make him so get turned into true traits and flaws; he's a teenage genius alright, but he's still 16 so his ideals can still get in his way, he's callous and calculating and it makes Yuya antagonize him and distrust him, he's very guarded but he's also responsible and intensely protective of the people who work with him.

I could go on, but yeah, people should like him more, he deserves it.

25.- Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

I was gonna rant about one, but after realizing I have too many and this post is already too long I'm just gonna put this list:

The ending is shitty (this includes 99% of the individual complains of it)

The Synchro arc is filller (this one is just a boring take at this point)

Sawatari should have won a duel (say it with me: winning duels does not equal character development)

Yuzu is useless after season 1 (...🙄)

The egao is like a cult (I seriously hope you never encounter a RL cult recruiter, you wouldn't recognize them tbh...)

x character should have been carded (no they shouldn't, shut up)

Ray is a mary sue/deus ex machina (...go sit in the corner and read what those are okay?)

Reira was fridged (Wtf???)

Reiji should have been evil and working with Leo (refer to my previous answer...)

They ruined [inser legacy character here] (you're legacy character is fine, chill)

Yusho is the worst dad evar!!! (Did you miss the other dad training child soldiers??)

Pendulum summon sucks (Again, did you even like Arc V?)

If you genuinely believe any of these, well, everyone is entitled to their opinions, but not only I don't wanna talk to you, if you shove it in my dash or the main tags constantly, you earn a free ticket to my block list.

#rose talks #my askbox #ask game #arc damn it #arc v #feel free to reblog #but complainers will be blocked freely

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esorxy · 3 months

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remembering all the insanely long marauders fics ive brainrotted over because i kinda forgot all of them. roughly in the order i read them.

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?

355k, jegulus wolfstar rosekiller. post war (ended by regulus) where they just hang around grimmauld place all day. i literally cant remember anything that happened. but i liked how they stayed home and didnt go outside, because i relate to that. it was alternating chapters between post war and pre war, honestly i dont even know it was just so much relationship angst and regulus being incredibly competent and hurt.

All The Young Dudes

526k, the character development and buildup, its like the level of the actual series without the annual voldemort attack. i was DESTROYED by the ending, it lived in my brain rent free for like a week. why did it have to be canon compliant???! the way they spent so much time pining, so much time apart, and so little time together. but that theyre literal soulmates, which is so sad for grant (he suffered true emotional damage) lmfao. I guess this is the basis (canon??) of marauders era

we can be heroes, for ever and ever

102k alternate happy ending to atyd - yes PLEASE this is what i needed to heal the pain after reading atyd.

choices

624k. lowkey feel the same way towards this as atyd, except it didnt live in my brain rent free for a week. in that i respect that it's good and got heartbroken when everyone died and they didn't get their happy ending, but it did get me into jegulus so I'm not complaining. IDK it's just sad, but i love regulus and evan and cerci. even though i deadass can't remember anything else.

crimson rivers

865k actually SOBBING this fic is everything. so much plot and so much hurt, it is amazing and painful and intense. it has the most picturesque scenes, beautiful happy ending. but i did kinda get sick of it near the end cos its so fuckin long, and i was not into the girls in the fic so i was kinda cbs

just lovers

321k fake dating au. this is GREAT. its so light hearted which is a great change from the akckdjebakzj. this is the climb to the top for regulus being my favourite character. lowkey can't remember shit but i liked it and i need more fics like it because it was creative and there's not much room for that in marauders verse

only the brave

645k and The fic of my dreams. this is everything and i loved every second of it. every character is so great, and it got me into pandalily!!! perfect amount of hurt (a lot), and such good plot. it has every ship i like, i was like drowning in a hot spring of happiness while reading this

ecliptic

147k, oh it's so creative and new. it was so suspenseful cos we got 0 answers, and the fic is deadass incomplete wtf!! i love how everyone is sad but mostly rational. the jegulus was really really nice, and i liked how the cruciatus was made out to be a big deal so the hurt/comfort is better. i feel like the plot is better than the delivery

wolfstar my one true pair, jegulus my second true pair, evan®ulus has a special place in my heart, marauders fanfiction a permanent space in my mind for at least the next few weeks

new edit: shit! i forgot to update and i read so many more long fics and can barely remember them now

mastermind

311k i cant even remember anything that happened ... except i liked the dynamic between narcissa and regulus, and narcissa is so damn pretty. this was the one where regulus made james and sirius go with him to the cave, and then james had to force him to drink the potion, so much angst arghhhh.

all along there was some invisible string (tying you to me)

103k spiderman AU + high school and all i can say that its an original setting... the pining was great, and the spiderman kiss!! but other than that like it was good, i guess

I adored you madly, extravagantly, absurdly

243k Victorian AU with arranged marriage trans regulus. I loved regulus' character, he was so spiteful and petty but also down bad, and jegulus matched so perfectly together. i want his life so bad because his literal job was being married, like deadass he didnt do shit all day except read, play with his cats and pine for his husband...

a violent kind of spin

212k not going to lie, my favourite/most striking parts of this fic were the $h scenes... and i just finished it last night so I dont even have an excuse. james asking sirius to turn around and not even waiting for him to do it??? oml hes unhinged and it was so well written. the bathtub scene when he was on a timer and then just walked out like everything was fine!!! help it was so angsty im in love. i feel like i speedran this fic and didnt read it properly, which is probably accurate

Im not gonna teach him how to dance with you

122k. rosekiller is the BEST. i love the whole plot tbh and it was so well paced. love that for evan because nobody else is gonna keep by with barty's crazy. i would have liked it more if it had crack undertones but yknow whatever, cant have everything. i thoroughly enjoyed all the romantic tension in the leadup, the way they were both so in love im gone.

All the young dudes - Sirius' Perspective

628k, let me tell you, canon has no right being that sad, and the beloved author just fed off that like a parasite. i should have expected how this fanfic would destroy me, but the delivery made it so much more painful. i sobbed reading the Halloween and Azkaban chapters. and sirius,,, like why did you have to be so angry all the time. and so obsessed with remus from day 1. it was great. although like halfway through i just felt like ... wolfstar is so basic. jegulus once jegulus forever i guess.

I'm not okay (I solemnly swear)

105k and unfinished :0 the horror. it's so sad poor reggie im so sad for him he deserves the world and more but no he's just alone 😭😭😭

whatever our souls are made of

157k hanahaki where we really gotta work for the happy ending. OML it was so beautifully sad. reggie 💔💔. sirius said nobody on the earth deserves his baby brother, but if he had to pick someone, it would be James 😭😭 I'm a broken man

#marauders fic recs #wolfstar fic rec #jegulus fic recs #marauders ao3 #jegulus fanfiction #wolfstar fanfiction

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seakittens · 2 years

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Makoto Needs Reciprocity

I’ve been sitting on some... feelings about Final Stroke 2 for a few days now. You probably saw a hint of this in the WTF section of my review. So I guess I want to talk a bit about MH and reciprocity, especially in the wake of the final movie.

Um, this is going to be ship-critical because of the nature of this discussion and my personal feelings. So I’m putting that out there now. If MH-critical discussion bothers you, I suggest you scroll past this. I just needed to get this out of my system because it keeps pestering me.

First to get this out of the way, I believe Makoto is romantically in love with Haru. I believe he had a crush as a child and it blossomed as he grew older. I believe that Haru loves Makoto dearly. As a friend. Makoto will always be someone special and precious to Haru. Haru will always want to protect Makoto and see him happy. He will support him however he can.

But Haru will never match the intensity of Makoto's feelings toward him. There was a time when I believed that Haru's muted response toward Makoto's constant confessions was simply Haru's difficulties with his own emotional expression. When he was young, he was borderline terrified of his own emotions. And the first time he allowed himself to cut loose and really feel things again (a little during their time with Rin and then with the High Speed gang), he was almost immediately crushed by the pain of those emotions. When he had his falling out with middle school Rin.

I understood that Haru essentially closed himself off to deeper emotions after that point, although he remained attached and close to his dearest friend, Makoto. Rin's return and Haru's involvement in the swimming club kicks those emotions back into gear and has him recognize and acknowledge them once more. But he still hits roadblocks now and then, as seen with his struggles in Eternal Summer.

For these reasons, Haru's lack of response to statements like "It's meaningless without you" or "I like Haru-chan" or "Because I wanted to swim with you" made sense to me. They weren't a big deal. That's just who Haru is, I thought. And it's not to say these moments don't AFFECT Haru. They do. They resonate. He just... doesn't reciprocate. Ever.

Except that my belief that this lack of response is just who Haru is hit some hard opposition. Firstly, Haru pretty clearly realizes and says he wants to swim with Rin. He pretty clearly gets in Rin's face about how Rin makes him feel. Yes, you can argue that Haru is forced to since Rin is so passionate, whereas Makoto is gentle and subdued. Except... not when he's expressing his feelings. Makoto is pretty dang emotional and uses some heavy, heavy phrases to encompass the depth of his feelings. But when he does it... Haru's response has always been... different. Minimal or almost subdued.

Wait, you say, Haru was EXTREMELY emotional when he thought Makoto was leaving him in Eternal Summer. And to this, I challenge that it was not Makoto leaving that made Haru emotional. It was the realization that this solidarity he had built around Makoto, that Makoto also had no idea what to do with his life either... was a lie. That Haru truly was alone in being without a dream. And that Makoto had known this for some time and kept it from him. Haru is upset that he's losing his one constant, the belief that him and Makoto are on the same page. And this is what shatters him. And makes him snap at his best friend, something he feels awful about for most of Episode 12.

And you can say, well when Rin pours out his heart about how much he admires Haru, Haru has nothing to say. And you are right. Except... he does give Rin some crucial reciprocity. When a very shy and unsure Rin brings up their very first tournament, the thing that basically made him instantly fall for Haru, Haru tells him that he DOES remember it. Despite it being super far back. This is huge for Rin since it's what allows him to open up fully and not be so docile around Haru the rest of the episode. Not to mention, that Haru managed this while depressed out of his mind. And he didn't say that FOR RIN, but because it honestly mattered to him. It left an impression.

Fast forward to Take Your Marks, where Haru is terrified that Rin will quit swimming and actually goes out of his way to call and confront Rin. Something he's NEVER done before. Because it's that important to him. He launches into a full confession of how Rin has changed his life and made him feel. This isn't about anyone else. This is about Rin.

I don't bring these examples up to be like lol RH vs MH, but to show that Haru CAN demonstrate reciprocal feelings and CAN tell others how he feels while knowing how they feel. Haru isn't expressing all this to Rin in a vacuum. He is very aware of Rin's own intense feelings toward him. And he's still comfortable with stating his own.

Again, we see this in Final Stroke 1, where Haru tells Rin how he's pulled him along and brought him to this stage and how he wants to swim with him and Ikuya. This is what really gets to me about the MH relationship and reciprocity. I can't remember Haru ever telling Makoto that he wants to swim with HIM. Not with the team. Not with Iwatobi (either HS or Free version). But with HIM. Maybe it's because that's a given and he can always swim with Makoto, you might say. Well, then why does Makoto frequently express the desire to swim with Haru? Makoto constantly professes how much Haru's swimming means to him and how much swimming with Haru means to him. Haru has never said the same.

Finally, we get to THE SCENE in Final Stroke 2. Where once more Makoto discusses his feelings with Haru via a story about their childhood. That Haru's reaction is nothing more than to say he doesn't remember is just... I don't even know. It felt in-character but also was a stark reminder of the vast difference between the intense way Makoto feels about Haru and the subdued (but still loving) way Haru feels about him. Again, compare to how he talks to Rin in the night pool, where he tells him he taught him important things. Where we get another version of their Final Stroke 1 fight, where he says he wants Rin swimming in the lane next to him. Not Ikuya and Rin. Rin. Where at the end of the movie when Rin asks him if he wants to know how their shared dream goes, Haru CONFIDENTLY says yes.

Again, Haru is no longer a person who can't express his emotions. He hits snags, yes. But is 100% capable of saying what he feels when he puts his mind to it. His lack of reciprocity toward Makoto cannot be chalked up to "that's just how Haru is." It's not. It's just how Haru is WITH MAKOTO. And for whatever reason that is, whether Haru assumes Makoto already knows how he feels or feels comfortable enough with Makoto to not have to say anything, it creates an uneven dynamic. Because Makoto still feels like he has to say things. Or at least WANTS to.

And this never bothered me to the degree that it does in Final Stroke 2. That scene where Haru says he doesn't remember this memory that Makoto has been holding onto for two whole movies is just really rough. I felt BAD for Makoto. I truly felt in that moment that Haru was simply not capable of reciprocating Makoto's feelings on the level Makoto needed/wanted. And I guess Makoto's learned to accept that and be happy with what he has. I just find it kind of unfair.

Especially when I compare it with Makoto’s relationship with Rin. Which has surprisingly way more reciprocity than Haru and him. Rin tells Makoto how he feels about him, about how intuitive he is and how he's capable of great things. He ask about his future. He says things to make him feel better or to bolster his confidence. He's super happy to hear about Makoto's career decisions. And Makoto returns the favor with the same level of support. He tells Rin that he changed him as a person and that he admires Rin. He checks on him when he's worried about him. He invites him to do things. And MOST IMPORTANTLY, Rin says he wants to swim with Makoto. Yeah, you can argue it's not explicit in Timeless Medley but it's still there. And it's far more Makoto-specific than Haru has ever said.

Since I know Haru CAN reciprocate and that reciprocation (as given by Rin) makes Makoto HAPPY, I just cannot vibe with MH as a ship. It is just not reciprocated. Again, people are free to ship whatever. This is just my personal reasons for why it doesn't work for me. And why Final Stroke 2 really drove that home.

(I was also reminded of how JEALOUS Makoto is, especially of Rin. Which is not a great indicator of someone who feels comfortable in his relationship with another person... This has come up at least twice now. Once, in Eternal Summer, and then heavily implied in Dive to the Future. Again, this is someone who NEEDS acknowledgement to feel confidence in himself. And he’s not getting it...)

Oh and while we're at it, no Haru did not go to Tokyo for Makoto. He went because he was scouted. The creators have said as much to explain why he's in Hidaka. So this does not count as reciprocity. And even if it did, it's not the reciprocity that Makoto WANTS or NEEDS.

Btw, I still want to tackle Makoto’s entire arc as portrayed through the end of Final Stroke 2, to fully wrap my head around whether it was truly realized and whether Makoto is FINALLY his own person. (Spoilers: I think he is) But I do want actual subs before I take on that topic. Since I want to be able to make a full analysis.

#meta #i'm not putting other tags since this is mostly for me #i don't want people to find this by accident and get upset #but this character does matter to me and has for a long time #so i wanted to say how i felt about this aspect of his character

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cezulian · 11 months

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YOU WENT TO STEVIE NICKS DID YOU HAVE FUN HOW WAS IT

YES I HAD FUN!!! I went with my mom and we cried a lot bc she was raised on Stevie Nicks and so was I partially, and my grandma (who passed away in 2015 but was always like my actual second parent with my mom and basically the strongest most capable woman I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing) was a HUUUUUUGE hippie and free spirit type—like literally never cut or dyed her hair, had jingly clothes, vegan since the 70s, all of my history-related school projects she helped me with were basically anti-war presentations, one time she was on heavy morphine in the hospital and sent flowers to my cousin who just graduated with a note wherein she wrote “fly on, freebird” instinctively while high af—so. It was bittersweet because we felt like she should have been there but we both wore some of her clothes and stuff so idk. It was just incredible overall. Did have one out of body experience/possible anxiety attack because my grandma loved 3 things more than anything in the world: horses, gardening (but like. Abundant and colorful gardening with a bunch of different flowers), and the beach. And during “Rhiannon”, the graphics playing on the bug screen on stage were wildflowers with horses running on shallow beach shores at sunset and afterward mom and I both agreed we felt insane. But I’m a big fan of crying so it was cool.

ANYWAY!! It was OF COURSE an awesome show like wtf I still can’t believe my stupid ass was there. That woman’s voice is just like. Like idk how she sounds the same as she always has, shit’s fuckin nuts. She introduced every song with a little story that was like obviously she knew what story she was going to tell each time but she told them all like off the cuff? It felt very unique, like nowhere on the tour probably had these stories told the same way. Also after “I Sing For The Things” she was about to walk away from mic but then came back and said something along the lines of “Y’know what I actually never thought about it before the past few night we’ve been doing that song, but in it I say I’m ‘living on dreams and chains’ but I just realized…I’m literally living on ‘Dreams’ and ‘Chains’, yeah? 👀 Think about it 👀”

During “Bella Donna”, she wore the ORIGINAL PERFECT CONDITION BLUE SCARF/SHAWL which made me freak out that was awesome. OH!!! And during “Gold Dust Woman” like at the very end they just played the instrumental extra long and she repeated the chorus and outro several more times and just like fully danced and the guitar fuckin shredded for several more minutes but like. Dude I can’t even explain what happened during that song, it was witchcraft-levels of intense there at the end and I think everyone agreed because it got a standing ovation. Maybe we were all raptured? I dunno, felt like a dream sequence but not a slow trippy one, like the one the character has where their eyes shoot open suddenly and they’re furiously driving a car at night all wild-eyed and hunched over and the pov keeps switching from dashboard to first person with white flashes every cut. That kind.

Anyway I will post videos as soon as I can! :)

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feelingofcontent · 2 years

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DNP Rewatch: Reacting to my DELETED VIDEOS!

Date video was published: 06/01/2018 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 378

Another on-the-road Phil video. Phil had reacted to some of his old videos back in 2015, but not any deleted ones.

0:02 - not even halfway through the tour at this point

0:04 - they had a show shows in Dublin on May 29 and 30, so Phil must have squeezed filming in at some point

0:08 - Phil loves a hotel room review, apparently

0:22 - much better than the hotel room in the last video

0:30 - so proud of himself for the correct “Dan and I” there 😂

0:33 - oh Rize. what an entertaining disaster you were

0:55 - Phil should get to live his gameshow announcer dream

1:25 - “a dinosaur of the YouTube generation” I think it’s more impressive that he has managed to do it for so long

1:33 - at this point he actually had ~250 public videos, so he way underestimated

1:37 - yeah, it doesn’t seem like Phil has ever made a big deal of privating a video if he wants to; he just does it

2:04 - there are very few public videos from 2007 left on his channel. those were extreme Phil air-quotes. not even an attempt; just he whole hand from the start

2:12 - I really don’t think he looks that different in the face...that hair though, yikes

2:23 - he does sound very northern!

2:28 - it is so weird how you adapt to sound like the people you’re around most

2:42 - him just noticing the giant SMG poster 😂

2:47 - “I knew I had a problem” oh Phil, lol

3:00 - dead behind the eyes at himself for that

3:03 - that does not look comfortable. also, Phil with a plain black bedspread there is so strange! I wonder if that is the one that ended up on “Dan’s bed” in the Manchester apartment

3:09 - used uni mattresses, eww

3:17 - lol at him still doing and being amused by the same thing 10+ years later

3:21 - what is Phil’s “oh yeah” there?! 😳 and also I love uni-era Phil so much

3:37 - there are no videos from Spring 2008 left public on his channel either

3:41 - wow ancient times with no custom thumbnails...Phil knew how to get the views though 👀 “I’m sure it was purely by accident” right...

3:44 - definitely the birds-nest hair era

3:58 - look at those editing effects...I hope he never stops; they are some of the best parts of his videos

4:07 - “so where am I gonna flash?” 😂

4:16 - that is shockingly tan for Phil

4:20 - wooo, risqué!

4:24 - ahahaha at the slow motion repeat with the “sexy” music overlay

4:31 - dying of laughter right along with Phil here

4:45 - everything is so fast paced...long “storytimes” were not a thing

5:03 - yep, three minutes seems so short now for a YouTube video (although it was a lot faster to write one of these posts for those!)

5:09 - love slowing this down and seeing all the videos that are listed. about 50% of the ones in that scroll are still public, although the early he scrolls in 2008, the less there are

5:17 - not explaining first...the accent is immediately bad...how did people believe him?!

5:38 - when Phil says “clearly” or “obviously” though...NOT ALWAYS. let’s not forget him clarifying just recently that Psycho Boyfriend was a movie audition

5:44 - the same Phil air-quotes!

5:55 - I think there are many things that gave it away

6:19 - “I only like you for your accent” oh, mean 🙁

6:24 - YES, I love weird-Phil

6:33 - just a bit of an understatement there

6:51 - “naked again” 😂 oh my god

6:58 - “this is high concept” I love Phil

7:03 - when even Phil finds himself weird

7:10 - glad Phil remembers what he was doing there

7:26 - a step up from his childhood horror movie

7:36 - aww, love Phil smiling at the start of this...and excited about 8 comments

7:52 - oh my god, so northern there

8:13 - ahahaha actor-Phil

8:19 - somehow I’m sure campus security had seen weirder

8:35 - wtf with the sniffing

8:48 - well this is intense...I love Phil just giggling the whole time

I like this video a lot. It’s fun to see more of early-YouTube-Phil. Also it’s so weird to think about these being the kind of videos Dan saw when he first starting watching Phil.

By the time Phil posted this, they were in Amsterdam to start the European leg of the tour. Amsterdam had some of my favorite photos/content that they shared from the tour (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6). (That last one... 😭)

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #amazingphil #phil lester #amazingphil videos #Reacting to my DELETED VIDEOS!

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More Than Anything Else || Maxwell Lord

Pairing: Maxwell Lord × fem!reader

Summary: He thought for a moment, still tugging the comb through his hair. You stepped over to him, kissing his shoulder and guiding him to sit down on the closed toilet lid. You brought the comb up to his hair, gently freeing it from the gel. He groaned softly, "After Anna I told myself I'd never get married again. But Alastair adores you, and I… I am in love with you, my dove. I see myself with you for the foreseeable future." He leaned his head back against your chest, eyes fluttering closed. "Marriage is nothing but a formality. You want to get married?"

Warnings: Descriptions of thunder/thunderstorm. Extreme fluff. Unedited, so typos probably.

A/N: I just wanted a cute lil fic of Reader and Alastair bonding, and then my writing demon grabbed my soul and decided to throw in some ✨marriage proposal✨ and ✨blended family✨ elements. Let me know if y'all want a part two to this bc I think that could be fun!! also y'all this is the third fic I've posted in the past right days wtf

Wordcount: 1.9k 🥰 I'm so proud of myself

shamelessly tagging @mandoalorian bc her max fics inspired me to finish this (hii 👋 ik we've literally never talked so sorry if it's weird to tag you)

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx

A knock on the bathroom door pulled you out of your comfortable haze. Alastair's quiet voice called out to you, and you checked to make sure your bubble bath was covering you before you told him to come in. His eyes were teary and he clutched a stuffed elephant tight to his chest, sniffling quietly.

"Alastair, what's wrong," you asked, but a loud crack of thunder answered the question for you. He flinched, his grip on Mr. Topper- his elephant- tightening more than seemed possible. "Are you afraid of the storm?"

"It's loud."

You smiled softly, drying off one hand and reaching out to hold his. "How about you go sit on the bed. I'll get dried off and you and me can wait for your daddy to get home."

Alastair nodded, ducking back out of the bathroom. You pulled the plug from the drain and stood up, toweling off and pulling on the sweats and sleep shirt you had left out on the counter. Maxwell was off at some fancy gala tonight, you hadn't felt like going so you offered to stay home with Alastair so he wouldn't have to go with his mom. Max's ex wife wasn't the most… attentive mother in the world, and ever since she moved in with her newest boyfriend, she barely payed Alastair any attention at all. Max was currently fighting to gain sole custody over his son. You could see the toll this took on Alastair, and your heart broke for him. No child deserved to go through this. So when you and Max were with Alastair you did everything in your power to show him a normal, healthy family was like.

You stepped out into the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, worrying when the bed looked empty. "Alastair? Where are you?"

"Right here," a head of dark hair poked out from under the pile of blankets at the edge of the bed and you sighed.

You held out your hand to him, "alright buddy, come on let's go downstairs. You want a snack?"

Alastair hopped down from the bed and took your hand. He squeezed it tight as you headed down the stairs, flipping on the lights in the kitchen. "Can we make pancakes? With strawberries?" he asked.

You gave Alastair a warm smile, picking him up and sitting him on one of the bar stools at the counter. "I don't know about strawberries, but I'll see what we have."

The storm continued to worsen as you pulled out flour, baking powder and all the other things you needed for pancakes. Over on the other side of the counter Alastair was covering his ears, the thunder growing louder. The storm must have been coming directly at you, the wind was intense and you felt the cracks of thunder deep in your bones.

"I've got an idea," you told Alastair. "Stay there, I'll be right back." You headed into the living room, searching until you found your walkman. You turned it on and checked to make sure it was working, fixing the volume so it was loud enough to drown out some of the thunder, but not so loud that it would hurt Alastair's ears. When you could hear Andante, Andante by ABBA more than you could hear the thunder, you brought it back into the kitchen.

"What's that for?" Alastair asked.

"For you," you replied. "The music will help make the storm quieter, then it won't be as scary. That sound good?" Alastair nodded and you placed the attached headphones over his head, adjusting them until they fit snugly.

You pressed play and Alastair grinned, "I like this song!" he exclaimed, loud enough to make you jump a little. The headphones were definitely doing their job. "You and daddy like to dance to this."

"Yeah, we do," you replied, but Alastair couldn't hear you. You smiled, leaning over to kiss his head before continuing to mix up the batter for the pancakes.

* * * * * * * * * *

"If you and daddy got married, would that make you my mommy?"

You were sitting on the couch, Alastair snuggled into your side. The worst of the storm had passed and you had just finished up your batch of midnight pancakes. The question caught you off guard, he was looking up at you with wide brown eyes- his father's eyes- and you weren't sure what to say. "Well… If your dad and I got married, that would make me your step-mom, yeah." You brushed your fingers through Alastair's hair, "why do you ask?"

"I wish you were my mommy," he replied with a yawn. At that moment the front door opened, revealing Max in his navy suit. "Daddy!" Alastair jumped up and ran to him.

"Alastair-" Max caught him, giving his son a tight hug. "What are you doing up? It is past your bedtime."

"Couldn't sleep, 'cause of the storm," you piped up, stepping over to Max and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "We made pancakes." Alastair nodded and yawned again, and you reached out to smooth his hair.

"I think that it's time to get you back to bed," Max said, noting how Alastair's eyes drooped. He turned to you, "can you grab Mr. Topper?"

You grabbed the stuffed elephant and followed Max upstairs. You adored how he was with his son. He had really changed, since everything that had gone down with the Dreamstone. Max had set his priorities straight, putting Alastair and you above his oil business.

You sat down on the foot of Alastair's bed, watching as Max tucked him in. It warmed your heart to see them together. You had been with Alastair in the moments just before Max renounced his wish, when the world was crashing around you and Alastair was staring at his father on the TV screen, watching the crazed look in his eyes. You had held Alastair close, letting him hide his face in your neck as you rocked him, trying to keep him calm through all that was going on. You clung to Alastair as you watched Max on the TV, tears streaming down your face, praying to whatever god would listen that Max- your Max- would come home to you.

And he did.

He returned to your home, stumbling through the door to try and find Alastair. He was disheveled, tired and frightened, but altogether not worse for the wear. His arms were around you the moment he let go of Alastair, pulling you tight to him and still holding his son against his hip.

"My dove," he had said, tears falling from his eyes as he held you. "I am so sorry, for the hurt I have caused you. For the hurt I have caused the world. For the pain that I have put on you and on Alastair. You didn't deserve this."

You had shushed him then, your own tears joining his as you pressed your forehead to his. You were grasping at whatever parts of him you could reach, his cheek, his neck, the back of his head, anything to tell yourself that this wasn't a dream. That this wasn't just a wish come true. That this was more, and this was real. "I forgive you, Max. I forgive you. And with time, so will the rest of the world."

You were pulled back into the present when Max stood up, and Alastair reached out for you. "Goodnight Alastair," you said with a smile, leaning down to give him a tight hug. "Sleep well."

Max got the light and gently shut his son's door, pulling you to his side and kissing your temple. It was late and you were tired, so you were grateful to be able to lean on him until you made it back to the bedroom. You watched as Max stripped off his suit jacket, loosened his tie and undid the top buttons of his pristine white button up. His gelled back hair was beginning to fall at the edges, while the top remained stiff as a board. It made you smile, seeing his put-together look begin to fall a little. The bottle-blind of his hair was beginning to grow out, and you had convinced Max not to dye it again. You reveled in the brunet peeking out at his roots, longing for the day when the gold was all gone and he had returned to his natural self, the last traces of the harsh, power hungry man you'd all like to forget dead and gone, once and for all.

"Alastair asked me something tonight," you said as Max moved into the bathroom.

"Oh? And what did he ask?"

You wrung your hands behind your back, leaning on the doorframe. "He asked if you and I got married, if that would make me his mom."

"Marriage…" Max mused, meeting your eyes in the mirror. "Is that something you'd want?"

"I have to admit it does sound nice, being your wife," you replied. "But I know you went through a lot with Anna. Is marriage something that you'd want, Max?"

A soft smile found its way onto your lips and you leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Is this a proposal?"

He thought for a moment, still tugging the comb through his hair. You stepped over to him, kissing his shoulder and guiding him to sit down on the closed toilet lid. You brought the comb up to his hair, gently freeing it from the gel. He groaned softly, "After Anna I told myself I'd never get married again. But Alastair adores you, and I… I am in love with you, my dove. I see myself with you for the foreseeable future." He leaned his head back against your chest, eyes fluttering closed. "Marriage is nothing but a formality. You want to get married?" he chuckled.

"It depends," Max turned around to face you, his hands coming to rest on your hips, "are you saying yes?" He looked up at you almost shyly, and you brushed pieces of his golden hair back from his forehead.

"Maybe," you teased, but it didn't matter anyway.

"It's not a proposal. At least, it isn't yet." He stood, taking your face in his hands. "I want everything to be perfect, like a fairytale-"

"Max it doesn't-" you started to protest, but his lips on yours silenced you. He kissed you with gentle lips, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"I want it to be perfect for you. You deserve everything and more, my love."

You smiled, knowing that this was just how Max was. He was eager to prove himself worthy, although he had nothing to prove to you. You were already captivated by him. Here was no fighting it, you were his. You leaned in to peck his lips, "I'm sure it'll be perfect, Max. Anything you do, it's already perfect to me because it's you."

His gaze rested on you for a moment longer, deep brown eyes soft and full of love. "Come on," he said, "let's get to bed."

The room was silent except the sound of the two of you shuffling about, you pulling back the covers and Max changing into his pajamas. You were nearly asleep when he joined you, the bed dipping slightly as he climbed in. You tucked yourself into his side, the warmth of his arms lulling you to sleep.

The last thing you heard before you dozed off was Max's voice, quiet as a mouse. "I do intend to marry you, my dove, because I love you more than anything else."

End.

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autumnsart22 · 3 years

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A Dream Come True: Shigaraki x Dabi x Reader part 2/2

Part 2 of the fanfic my friend wrote!

Warning: SMUT 🔥

Dabi strode off down the hall and you started to work on putting the rest of the groceries away, and cleaning some dishes in the sink. Shigaraki stood up from the table and walked into the kitchen. He looked around before looking at you, raising the empty beer bottle. You opened the drawer that held the trash and recycling and he threw it in with a loud clunk. He stood there in the middle of the kitchen for a little while before you finally asked,

“Can I help you?”

“You’re standing in front of the fridge.” he states plainly. You roll your eyes and move out of the way as he grabs another beer. He makes his way back to the table and sits down.

You both pass the time in silence as he sips on his beer and you finish cleaning the kitchen. At some point Dabi comes out of the bathroom still drying his hair with a towel wearing nothing but your brother's old pair of black joggers that look slightly too big but the strings in the front were tied tight preventing them from falling any lower. Dear god what have you done to deserve this? He switched with Shigaraki who took his turn in the bathroom while you scoured the apartment for extra blankets and pillows and threw them on the couch. When Shigaraki was done in the shower he came out in a long sleeve white shirt and your ex-boyfriend's old pair of grey sweatpants. He joined Dabi who had heated up one of the soba cups from the store.

“Okay I’m gonna go shower, you can just...yea” you spoke out loud trailing off as neither of them paid you any attention, and you left to go to the bathroom. You peeled off your work clothes, just some black jeans and a black blouse, throwing them into the same pile of clothes as Dabi and Shigaraki’s. You took your time washing your hair and and shaving your legs feeling like you deserved to pamper yourself a little given your night. You weren’t that tired given that you basically turned nocturnal since working at the bar. When you felt fresh and clean you dried off and wrapped yourself up in a towel to head to your room. Once you changed into some sweats and a tank top you made your way back out to the living room to find Dabi, now wearing a black t-shirt, and Shigaraki on the couch both nursing another beer while talking in hushed tones which again halted the moment they saw you. They both looked at you.

“What?” You said confused on why they were both staring at you.

“I have more questions,” Shigaraki stated, finally averting his gaze away from you, although it seemed reluctant.

“Okay...shoot” you said walking into the kitchen for a glass of water then plopping onto the middle section of the couch in between them. If there was one piece of furniture you splurged on it was this couch. It was a huge ‘U’ shape and could fit up to 10 people if they squished side by side. Shigaraki and Dabi were both sprawled on the two sides of the couch with you sitting in the bottom of the U.

“What sort of art or shit do people create about us?”

You almost choke on your water. That was not the sort of question you were expecting.

“Why?” you said suspiciously.

“You mentioned it earlier and I’m curious,” Shigaraki said, making large hand gestures swinging his beer bottle around. He must be getting kinda tipsy.

“Fine but if I’m answering these questions. I’m gonna need a stronger drink”

“All out here princess” Shigaraki says, taking the last gulp of his beer and waving it towards you.

“Same here.” Dabi says holding his beer bottle up, as though expecting you to take it. You stand up and grab both bottles and chuck them into the recycling, then grabbing a bottle of rum from the back of your cabinet. You make your way back to the couch and take a large swig shuddering as it goes down. Shigaraki motions for the bottle and you hand it over passing it to Dabi afterwards.

“Okay so back to my question”

“Well people write and draw all kinds of shit. Everything from just realistic art or funny art to overtly sexual” Shigaraki raises an eyebrow at this.

“What you don’t believe me?” You ask laughing slightly cause if only they knew.

“People think of crusty in that way?” Dabi laughs.

“Hey like you’re any better staples. Y/N who do people like more?” Shigaraki shoots.

“That’s gotta be Dabi. He’s pretty well known as being attractive”

“Fuck you” Shigaraki pouts and Dabi smirks to himself.

“Hey it’s not my fault, and trust me there’s still a ton of shit about you. And some of both of you” You said this last part quickly while taking another large swallow of rum. You couldn’t help yourself.

“What do you mean the both of us?” Dabi and Shigaraki looked at you hesitantly.

“Well people like to put you two together. It’s called shipping, or they just pair you together as like a duo in fanfiction”

Both of their reactions looked like they were about to gag and murder the other at just the thought of what people had had them do to eachother.

“Okay that’s the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my life” Dabi says reaching for the bottle which you hand over willingly.

“Moving on from that,” Shigaraki says, shaking his head as though to physically erase his mind. “So Y/N you’re obviously a fan. Who are your favorites?”

“I don’t know. I have a lot of people I like and don’t like. It depends.” At this point your brain was becoming warm and fuzzy but you didn’t want to let anything slip out that could be potentially embarrassing or would make the two men turn against you.

“Bullshit. Spill”

“I told you it depends”

“On what?” he said this with a sneer.

“I don’t know” You said exasperatedly. “my mood, who’s been most present in the media. It just depends on what I’m looking for.”

“What you’re looking for?” Dabi repeated confusedly.

“Next question” You state simply.

The two villains raise their eyebrows at you, curious at your evasion of the question, but your lips stay shut.

“Fine we’ll come back to that one Princess.” Shigaraki complies.“What do we look like in the show? I mean do we look different in real life?”

“Shouldn’t we be trying to figure out how to get you guys back?” you ask.

“Not much we can do about it. I’m sure the rest of the league and Kurogiri are tracking down those thugs right now, so answer my question”

“I don’t know. I guess you look kinda different, but I can still recognize you. I can show you if you want?” Shigaraki looks at you with affirmation. You get up to get your computer which you hook up to the tv screen in front of the couch. Dabi and Shigaraki turn so they can see the television, both laying down on their backs. You open your laptop (sorry I am basing it off my computer) and type in your password.

“Is that Shoto?” Dabi says disgustedly. There was in fact a fanart picture of Todoroki amongst the collage that was your background screen.

“Oh yeah. He would be in the it depends list” you say timidly quickly opening up the browser to cover up the background.

“Why the fuck did he look like some 20 year old model?”

“I told you, it’s fanart. People draw characters the way they see them or want to see them. Shoto is also really popular amongst fans if not the most I would say”

Dabi makes a noise of revulsion. You turn back to start typing in Shigaraki’s name into the browser and instantly images pop up as well as the fandom wiki and regular wiki articles. You click on images and start to scroll through.

“This is weird” Shigaraki says slightly in awe but disturbed at seeing this world's visions of his life. “Here give me that” he says gesturing towards your computer. You hand it over reluctantly.

“Seriously?!” he says grabbing the laptop.

“What?” you say hesitantly. Did you forget to close out of something?

He lifts the computer for Dabi to also see the two stickers on the sides of your trackpad.

“The anger explosion boy and pro eraserhead?” Dabi said, judgement was obvious in his tone.

“What?” you said defensively.

“Nothing I just thought you’d be a villain girl and all”

WTF, you think. What was that supposed to mean?

“Why do you think that? And who says I’m not?”

Dabi raised an eyebrow in interest but didn't answer your taunts, instead turning back to the screen. Shigaraki has been scrolling through and tapping on pictures of himself making little noises and reactions.

“This is fucking weird” He states again, the screen was stopped on a very sultry piece of fanart of Shigaraki.

“Take that down you freak. No one needs to see your crusty dusty body like that. Hand it over.” Dabi tells Shigaraki.

Shigaraki passes the computer over and Dabi searches his own name seeing all the pictures of him, although significantly more fanart pops up for him. He scrolls for a little bit but becomes weirded out or downright just bored at the photos of him. He then goes back to the wikipedia page and starts to read. While the two men continue to look at the screen and read information about their show, you stand up and head to the kitchen feeling peckish. You wander through the kitchen opening and closing all the cabinets waiting for something to catch your eye. You open the fridge and close it moving onto the freezer. Your eyes scan the contents when you spot the pint of chocolate fudge ice cream. You take it out and grab a spoon making your way back to the couch. When you get to the couch both Shigaraki and Dabi are staring at you again with intensity and amusement.

“What?” you say, plopping back into your spot, struggling to tear open the plastic and resorting to using your teeth. With both of them still staring at you as though waiting for something, you look at the screen and see that your messages are open. You take a second to read the new text from your friend.

‘Dude have you read this Shiggy Dabs fanfic? It made me 🤤🥵’

‘This ones similar to the last one you sent me, so be prepared⛓️😂’

Your heart sank as you saw the familiar logo of Ao3 underneath those texts.

“What were you saying about being a villain girl?” Dabi said, smirking.

“I––” You had no idea what to say.

“Aww is the Princess embarrassed” Shigaraki says teasingly.

You try to get up to leave but a hand roughly pulls you back down and you hide behind your hands refusing to look at the two villains. This was so embarrassing. What were you going to do? Now they knew that you liked them. That you were like the other people in this world that they had been disgusted by all night. They weren’t likely to just let this go. If only you could get to your room and lock the door maybe they would just leave.

“Come on don’t be shy. Are we on your depends list?”

They take your silence and continued evasion as an affirmation.

“Hmm…” You hear Dabi hum lowly. “What exactly are we dependent on? What are you looking for when you search for us?” Dabi asks, already knowing the answer.

“Come on tell us” Shigaraki coos. You shake your head. You could feel both of the boys drawing closer to you like school bullies cornering you in the bathroom, but you didn’t dare look up at them, too embarrassed. That’s when you heard typing. Your head whips up to see Dabi replying to your friend.

‘What exactly do you mean by similar?’

By the time you read what he wrote they were already responding.

‘You know 😂 the usual non-con threesome with you and dabs and shigs. Kidnapping, ropes, degradation, similar to all the other fanfics 😋 tho in this one you cum four times and each a dif way😳 ’

If your stomach dropped even more. It would have touched the ground.

“So not only are you a villain’s girl but you’re a kinky little slut too?” Dabi says chuckling. He was practically next to you staring at your frozen figure as you looked at the screen.

“I should have known when you walked out here with these cute little things poking out” He reached over and pinched your nipple tugging on the metal barbell through it. You squealed instinctually pulling away but he caught the top of your tank top effectively pulling it down revealing your breasts, each decorated with a metal piercing.

You motion to cover them, but your hands are once again forced behind your back, however this time Shigaraki had the pleasure of restraining you.

“Let go of me!” you yelped at the humiliating assault.

“I thought you liked this?” Dabi said in mock sympathy. “Just how many times have you gotten off to us?”

You were squirming trying to remove yourself from Shigaraki’s grip.

“Answer the question” Dabi said, pinching your nipple again. You yelped in pain but you could feel the slick starting to build between your legs.

“A lot okay. Now let go!”

Dabi and Shigaraki complied surprisingly. You regained your breath and pulled your tank top back up. The next few minutes passed in silence as Shigaraki took another swig of rum and Dabi continued to scroll through the different My Hero wikipedia pages. You got up still in shock taking your forgotten ice cream back to the freezer. You had lost your appetite.

What were you supposed to do now? You were still slightly scared of them after what just happened but you couldn’t ignore the arousal that had been sparked deep within you. You had dreamt of this many times. This wasn’t much different than the different fanfiction you had read, and honestly this would be on the tamer end, but that was just fiction. But were you really going to pass up this chance? How could you? Yet why’d they stop? You were surprised and honestly kinda disappointed they had now that you were standing in the kitchen. And with that you had made up your mind. You are not going to pass up this chance you could never forgive yourself.

You made your way back over to the couch but didn’t sit down. You stood in front of them silent staring at your feet, trying to figure out what you wanted to say.

“What?” Dabi said as though nothing had happened.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked timidly.

“Hmm? Because you said so.” Dabi said as though this was an obvious answer to a stupid question.

You looked at him surprised.

“Don’t believe me?” He said with a small chuckle.

When you didn’t seem to get any less anxious he continued with a sigh.

“Look Princess, I may be a bastard and sadistic villain but I don’t go wishing pain on everyone, especially ones with cute tits. Of course if they’re into that then I’m down” He said this so casually it seemed almost wrong, all while he continued to watch your computer screen. You assumed it was in part due to the alcohol, but still.

“you’re blocking the screen,” Shigaraki said annoyed.

“Was that all princess?” Dabi said mockingly

“Well….”

“What?” Shigaraki spat.

“Hurry up,” Dabi said flatly.

“What if I wanted to continue?” You said finally looking up at them. They both looked at you intently, then gave each other a look and were smiling when their eyes fell back to you.

“Our little Princess wants to live out her dirty villainous fantasies...huh?”

You nod. Wait did they just say our?

“Come on tell us what you’ve dreamt about?” Dabi says beckoning you over to him with one finger.

Once you’re in front of him, he pulls you down onto his lap so you're facing him. You look at him hesitantly biting your lip.

“You’re the expert of these little situations, Princess” he says holding his hands up for you to guide them. You take his hands slowly, unsure of your actions and guide them back to your breasts. He gives you a smirk and gives you a good squeeze, causing a small moan to escape your throat. You instinctually grind down into his lap feeling his member start to harden beneath you. You lean your head back as Dabi pulls your tank top over your head. You look over at Shigaraki who’s staring at you starting to palm himself through the sweats.

“Him too princess?” Dabi asks you, giving your nipples a pinch causing you to moan all the while still staring at Shigaraki “Mmmhmmm”

This was enough for Shigaraki to slide down the couch to where the two of you were.

“Tell him where you want him, otherwise he won’t know what to do, I can’t imagine he’s done this before” Dabi encourages.

“Oh shut up” Shigaraki hisses, but he focuses back on you when you grab his hand and bring it to your neck. He insticutally keeps one finger raised, but you push that finger down with the rest deep into the side of your neck limiting the oxygen flowing to your brain, enough to give you that high. Flooded with pleasure you grind down again into Dabi feeling your underwear starting to become uncomfortably wet.

Looking into Shigaraki’s crimson eyes, you could feel them boring into you just as hungry as you felt. He leans in close, lips barely ghosting over your own. You could feel both of your breaths mixing in the millimeters between you two when Dabi gives a harsh tug to both your nipples causing you to gasp. Shigaraki seized this opportunity to violently smash your lips together. Your hand reaches into his hair, gripping for support as the initial ferver and clash of teeth dies down into long passionate tangling of tongues as you explore each other's mouth. His rough lips scratching into your’s was a sensation you’ve imagined many times but none of it lived up to reality. He nipped lightly on your bottom lip making you lean into him more.

Dabi’s hands continued their exploration of your torso, moving down your sides to your hips and around to your ass. He squeezed and kneaded them with his strong fingers. Shigaraki squeezed your neck again sending another rush of euphoria to your head making you moan into his mouth before he pulled away to attack your neck and take over teasing your breasts. You look back at Dabi with hunger in your eyes.

“What now princess? What do you want?” He says with a devilish grin.

You grind down into his cock again which is now hard as ever.

“Uh-uh. Use your words.” he says giving your ass a squeeze.

Shigaraki rolls your nipples in between his harsh fingers sending waves of pleasure and pain throughout your body, causing you to roll your head again and let out a short moan. When you look back at Dabi, you speak in a low breathy tone, almost a whisper.

“Abuse me”

With those few words, Dabi smirks and slips his hands underneath the waistband of your sweats. “As you wish”

Shigaraki continues his attack to your neck sucking and biting, leaving red and darkened patches curving down your shoulder and back. Dabi continued his groping, and you could feel the rough staples scratching at your flesh and his nails digging in harsher than before. His hands slide down the curve of your ass tugging your soiled underwear to the side.

“Hmmm you’re so wet.” Dabi said, ghosting his fingers over your dripping entrance.

“You little whore. Getting so wet for a couple of villains” You shiver at the sensitive touch and degrading words. Gripping to Shigaraki’s shirt and grinding down trying to gain friction, you notice Shigaraki palming himself again. You replace his hand with your own, wrapping your fingers around his clothed cock, squeezing lightly. Shigaraki groaned deeply in your ear, sending vibrations straight to your core while Dabi’s fingers dip slightly into your needy hole but only enough to tease more juices and whimpers out of you. You try to push down onto them only for him to retreat.

“Please...stop teasing” you whine.

“So needy Princess huh? You want my fingers in that little cunt of yours?”

“Yes. Dabi. Please” you didn't care at this point how pathetic you sounded. The pressure in your core was building and you needed to be pushed over the edge.

“Go on...make yourself cum on my fingers. Show me how much you want it,” Dabi said sneering at how desperate you looked. He finally allowed two fingers to sink into you as you lowered your hips again. You were always amazed at how much deeper fingers other than your own could reach, and Dabi’s in particular could reach places you could never dream of finding on your own.

The effect was immediate. You started to roll your hips, bouncing slightly on Dabi’s fingers. You’re grip on Shigarak’s member stalls as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. Shigaraki, displeased by this fact, guides you inside his sweats, pumping himself with your hand. You could feel the precum leaking from his slit as your fingers smear it up and down his shaft. Shigaraki continued his abuse of your flesh, moving down biting and sucking till his teeth latched onto your sensitive nipple. You whine as Dabi’s other hand had found your clit. He twirled it between his fingers letting his nail drag over it. This added stimulation drove you closer sending shivers up your spine.

“Mm close” you whimper as your movements on Dabi’s fingers become sloppy.

“Come on princess. Make yourself cum, make a pretty little mess all over my fingers”

Dabi presses into your clit and you grind down hard again. Dabi wickedly curls his fingers pressing into that soft spot inside you releasing the knot of pressure that had been building in your core.Your legs shake and you clamp down hard onto his fingers which are still moving in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm.

You weakly fall forward onto Dabi’s chest as Shigaraki releases your hand from his dick. You can feel Dabi’s fingers pull out of you and when you open your eyes you see him playing with your sticky release coating his fingers. You watch as Dabi brings his fingers to his mouth, smearing some on his lip and licking it before taking them into his mouth, sucking and cleaning yourself off of him.

“Princess you’re delicious” He says smiling down at you making you blush at the crude compliment.

“My turn to taste'' Shigaraki said, pulling you off Dabi’s lap. He positioned you on your back, your head resting on Dabi’s thigh. As Shigaraki did away with your sweats and underwear, you pulled Dabi’s mismatched lips to yours. The feeling was heavenly. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as he explored your mouth. You tugged needily at Dabi’s shirt and he pulled it off only breaking the kiss for a brief moment.

You savored the wet and slow pace opposite to Shigaraki’s fast and rough, both pleasure in their own ways. You’re breath hitched and you moaned deeply when you felt Shigaraki’s wet tongue lick the length of your core, swiping up the sticky left overs from your previous release.

You look down at Shigaraki. He had positioned himself between your thighs, knees slumped over his shoulders. He was staring up at you licking his lips before attaching himself to your clit sucking at it harshly. You could feel that ball of pressure tighten again in your stomach and you let your head fall back to Dabi’s thigh, eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of the hot wet mouth working at your sex. You’re hand threaded its way into Shigaraki’s silky blue hair, tugging lightly, only making him suck harder.

You felt Dabi’s hand on your cheek and you opened your eyes looking up into his sapphire eyes before he turned your head. You were met with Dabi’s unclothed cock. Your eyes followed the Jacobs ladder of staples up his shaft to the head where you could see a bead of precum sitting at the slit. You smile thinking how in the hell fanfic got this detail right.

“What’re you smiling at? Impressed?”

“Hmm...No piercing, huh? Guess they got that part wrong”

“You people are sick” he says chuckling before directing his dick into your mouth.

You take it gladly bobbing your head down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks before sliding back up, letting your tongue catch on each of the staples. Dabi let out a low groan, putting his hand in your hair to keep it away from your face.

You continue to work your mouth on Dabi��s cock while Shigaraki continues to swipe his tongue through your sensitive folds. You moan around Dabi’s length when Shigaraki slips a finger inside, causing you to buck your hips, pushing his tongue deeper into you.

The vibrations from your tight throat had Dabi pushing your head down taking his entire length. You gagged around his cock, choking for air but that only drove you further into your pleasure. Shigaraki added another finger and started pistoning into you violently while sucking at your clit once again. You moaned, tugging at Shigaraki’s hair, signaling you were close. You could tell Dabi was close too as he took control and started face fucking you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

Shigaraki added a third finger stretching you wider and driving you over the edge for the second time as you gasped around Dabi’s cock, legs squeezing around Shigaraki. Your orgasm drove Dabi to the edge as he thrust into you again and kept your head down as your throat tightened around his length. Thick ropes of cum shot from the tip and slid down the back of your throat. You took it all swallowing until you couldn’t breathe anymore pushing Dabi away. You’re head lolled on Dabi’s lap as you recovered from your high.

Dabi was leaning back breathing deeply with his eyes closed. Your brain was still foggy but it wasn’t long until you felt something back against your sex. Looking down you see Shigaraki lining himself up with your entrance, coating his cock in your juices. Your eyes widen at seeing his length out in the open. It was not as decorated as Dabi’s but it held the same presence, being about an inch longer although not as thick as Dabi’s. Shigaraki looks up at you when he lines himself up, the tip merely resting against you, and sees your nervous expression.

“Huh didn’t think I was getting you this wet for nothing. I ain’t wasting a drop of this pussy”

He stared into your eyes as he steadily pushed into you. The stretch was almost unbearable. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to make it through the burning stretch.

“Shit you’re tight. Feels like my dick is in a vice... fuuuuuck… relax” Shigaraki hissed.

You could barely register his voice let alone his request. You could barely breath focusing only on the pain as Shigaraki continued to push against your walls.

“Hey patchwork stop sleeping and get her to breathe”

Dabi shifts underneath you and you feel his hands run down your sides outlining your torso. Even though he didn’t have his quirk, his hands were hot and soothing as they rubbed against your skin.

“Come on Princess.” You open your eyes slightly to see Dabi looking down at you patronizingly.

“You’ve been doing so well,” He said brushing your jaw with the back of his hand. “And you wanna feel good right?”

You nod meekly.

Dabi leans down so his lips are hovering centimeters over yours. The smell of alcohol on his breath tantalizing and his minty scent making your head spin.

“Breathe Princess. Just focus on me” He whispers before putting his lips on yours. You melt into the kiss doing exactly what Dabi says, exhaling through your nose and focusing on the way his cold staples scratch against your skin while his soft tongue dances with your own.

When you break the kiss for air it’s only because Shigaraki has managed to bury himself to the hilt. You can feel him pressing against your cervix deep inside you. You look at him again and find him head tilted back, eyes closed, taking in the feeling of you pulsing around him. Even though you know it’s not out of consideration but pure self indulgence, you're glad that he hasn’t started moving yet as you adjust to his length. Eventually it seems the lust of needing to rearrange your insides trumped being his own personal cockwarmer. His eyes fell on you again as you pulled out till only the tip was inside before bottoming out once again. Each time slowly pulling out only to thrust back in at full force.

You were still adjusting to his length, but soon the burning sensation of being stretched and pounded turned into addicting pleasure. You resumed your kiss with Dabi whose hands had found their way to your breast as Shigaraki increased his pace. Soon you were being knocked senseless by Shigaraki’s ruthless pace. He always has been fast on screen, so why did you think he’d be any different here. Moans and gasps escaped your mouth as the tip of Shigaraki’s cock hit your cervix. Once again the pressure began to build in your core. You began to whimper as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuckkk I’m close. It’s like you're pulling me deeper. So fucking good” Shigaraki panted out falling to his hands on either side of your hips for support. You whimper again and claw at the couch cushions as you could feel yourself just on the brink when Dabi’s hand slides down your stomach and begins rubbing at your clit. You cry out and clamp down hard on Shigaraki legs shaking and eyes rolling back as Dabi’s ministrations send you through your third orgasm of the night.

You feel Shigaraki thrust once more hard and then hot thick jets of white paint your walls. You shudder at the feeling of being pumped full, your sex still milking him of everylast drop. Shigaraki finally pulls out of you and lays back on the couch catching his breath savoring the last waves of his high falling down.

You too were recuperating and limp, unable to move. Your mind was hazy from the alcohol and the relentless stimulation. You were so tired that you didn’t even care about cleaning up but rather drifting off to sleep right there. However you were jostled from these thoughts as Dabi had rolled you off his lap and onto your stomach. You could hardly keep up with his movements as he stood and walked around you. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of hands lifting your hips that you looked back to see Dabi fisting is dick that looked painfully hard. You couldn’t fathom another round right now but you were still so weak from your last high that you didn’t have time to prepare before Dabi thrusted into your already abused hole.

He sighed once he was buried inside you. He leaned down so his chest was hovering above your back the heat making your skin prickle. He leaned down till his breath could be felt on the back of your neck.

“Mhmm… ’m so close already and you’re gonna let me pump you full, aren’t you princess”

You couldn’t respond because your overly sensitive body was already reacting to Dabi's hard cock pressing into you, stretching you wider around his girth. Even though your mind was fading in and out, you involuntarily pressed your hips back to make him go deeper, seeking out the friction your body needed to overdose on.

Dabi was the exact opposite of Shigaraki. He took his time, thrusting in and out, making sure you felt every staple and ridge of his cock dragging against your walls savoring the way they pulled him in. Overstimulation caused tears to form in the corners of your eyes only soft whimpers escaping your mouth. Dabi continued slow and deliberate, letting out low breathy grunts with every thrust. On the edge once more, never fully recovering from before, you were longing to be undone one last time.

“Please Dabi” you mewl.

Dabi snickered in your ear before snaking his hand under you and pressing his fingers to your clit which was all the stimulation you needed to moan out and squeeze around Dabi who came at the feeling of your gummy walls constricting around his pulsing length. You felt his seed fill you up and mix with Shigaraki’s inside you. Dabi dropped down next to you, rolling you onto your side so you were effectively spooning with his cock still inside you. You could hear movement apart from you and Dabi, and in opening your eyes you saw Shigaraki standing pulling up the sweats that were bunched at his thighs. He noticed you staring at him.

“Tch. I don’t cuddle Princess and I gotta piss” His tone was crude but laced with content from having a good fuck. “Don’t let a single drop out Dabi” Shigaraki stated before walking down the hall.

Dabi didn’t respond but seemed to have no intent on moving as you felt his member begin to soften inside you. You couldn’t be more concerned about the implications behind Shigaraki’s comment or the fact that you still had a dick inside you. You were just tired and groggy from the night's events and thankful that you were finally able to be comfortable and close your eyes. You didn’t think Dabi was really a cuddle after sex with a stranger kinda guy but you weren’t complaining. He was warm and made you feel safe despite knowing he would most likely kill you in any other context. You let your eyes close again, head falling onto Dabi’s arm, giving into the waves of exhaustion coming over you.

When Shigaraki came back from the bathroom he found you and Dabi still in the exact same position he left you in. Dabi opened his eyes when he heard Shigaraki come back into the room.

“Is she out?” Shigaraki asked.

“Think so,” Dabi said, finally pulling out of you and tugging the joggers back up to his hips. He slides out from behind you, but you don’t even realize, body only curling inwards at the loss of heat. Dabi stands and looks down at you with Shigaraki. You look so worn out and peaceful. Your body exposed for them, hickeys and bruises forming where Shigaraki ravaged your neck. Your ass is still red from the pounding, and welts forming where Dabi’s strong fingers dug into you. However the best part was probably the shine of slick spread on the inside of your thighs as a stream white cum dribbled from your used hole.

Shigaraki notices this and sits down by your feet.

“What’re you doing?”

“I told you I don’t want any of it out. Got a problem with that?”

“Nope.” Dabi said rolling his eyes and walking away. “I’ve learned to not try and figure out your sick mind”

Shigaraki looked back down at you.

“Good. I have plans for her.” Dabi rolled his eyes again and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Shigaraki ran a hand up your thigh and you flexed at his touch, still unconscious. Shigaraki ran his fingers down the length of your core smearing the juices there before scooping up the stream of cum still leaking out of you and pushing it back inside you. His two fingers easily slipped into your stretched whole, but that didn’t stop a small whine from slipping from your throat. Shigaraki moved his fingers lazily in and out of you pushing the cum deeper. His eyes shot to your face when your hips bucked instinctively against him, your face was scrunched and staggered breaths and sniffs escaping your slightly parted lips, but you were still out, lost in whatever continued fantasy your fatigued brain was conjuring.

Shigaraki pushed into you a few more times selfishly pressing into the soft spot inside you that had you clamp down onto his fingers one last time. You gasped and curled further into a ball. When Shigaraki pulled his fingers out you hummed, face still scrunched, but he got up and left to the kitchen to wash off his hands.

When Dabi came back he met Shigaraki in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water and leaning against the counter.

“What do we do now?” Dabi asked casually.

“Well I don’t know ‘bout you but I’m fucking exhausted”

“Do you really think the rest of the league will be able to figure this out?”

“Kurogiri is smart enough, even if the rest of the league is useless with this sort of thing. However I am curious what this sick twisted universe has to offer us”

“Whatever you say” Dabi says walking back to the couch, and lifting you bridal style. You lean into his warmth as he carries you to your bedroom plopping you down on your bed and closing the door.

When you open your eyes the next morning, you feel your head throbbing against your skull. The bright light streaming in through your window was enough to make you want to stab the sun till it was nothing more than an ember. You closed your eyes again trying to remember the dream you were having but as you searched your brain, pieces of your dream seemed to turn into memories. You shot your eyes open and sat up. It was just a dream right? Realizing you were naked and that your skin felt sticky and dirty was enough to make your head pound harder than before. Wasn’t the fact you were hungover proof enough that last night events had taken place? No, there was still a chance you had just gotten drunk and imagined it all, but you had to be sure. You sprang out of bed and pulled on some loose shorts and a shirt, impatiently throwing open the door and speeding down the hall to where the proof you needed would be.

The living room was lit by the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains. The golden rays illuminated messy blankets and pillows strewn across the couch, an empty rum bottle, a pair of your sweats and tank top buried on the floor, but no one was there. You felt nauseous trying to piece everything together along with the aftermath of the alcohol. You rush to the sink in the kitchen and puke up the contents of your stomach. You grip the counter and close your eyes until you felt more confident in your body's ability to keep everything inside. You slowly open your eyes and look around, mind going back to what happened last night. However you get sidetracked by a bright blue sticky note sticking up from your countertop. Walking over to it you read.

“Kurogiri is a smart man. We’ll be back Princess. PS I want the blood out of my pants.”

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Bright are the stars

You need a Beatle song that perfectly encapsulates your sign? Of course you do. (Spotify playlist)

Aries—“I Saw Her Standing There”

One two three FOUR! An eager and intense song for an eager and intense sign. Aries falls hard and fast, with a tendency to rash vows that everyone doubts they mean—but Aries doesn’t doubt. Paul (who later styled himself as a "ram” at a key point in his creative development) makes good on the Cardinal Fire vibe with his exuberant vocals, and John of the Aries rising contributed the street-smart innuendo that utterly makes the song: And you know what I mean. Fittingly, this song kicked off the group’s first album, which itself has plenty of Aries “HELLO I AM HERE TO MAKE A MARK ON YOUR WORLD! (like me plz ok? this is my heart and i am Doing My Best??)” energy.

Taurus—“All I’ve Got to Do"

A song that takes its sweet time but burrows deeper than the average ear-worm into your consciousness. It’s a patient song that is unassuming but knows exactly what the hell it’s doing. The intensity builds bit by bit, so that you’re unaware when the power of the bridge comes crashing down. Describes the Taurean romantic ideal: lazy, loyal, cozy, constant, tender, and ever-so-true. Also, “All I’ve Got to Do” is featured on the second album, With the Beatles, which has plenty of other Bullish touches, noticeable even with a casual glance at the tracklist: “Don’t Bother Me,” “Not a Second Time,” and “Money (That’s What I Want).”

Gemini—“She Loves You”

Paul is a Gemini Sun, and throughout his catalogue it shows. But perhaps he never topped the Twinniness of this energetic, optimistic, breathless, gossipy classic. It was composed “eye-to-eye” with John, a truly dual-authored song, and one the rare Beatles numbers where the two lead vocalists double up on every single line, in true (Nerk) Twin fashion. Also the first but definitely not the last of their many “third-person narratives,” Paul’s novelistic instead of confessional slant being distinctly a Gemini thing. The speaker in this one couldn’t be more enthusiastic about this relationship if it were already repaired, and he couldn’t be more enthusiastic about it if it were his. Love is great! People reconciling is great! You should be glad, dumbass! But the real corker? What makes this so Gemini that it hurts? Yoko has confirmed that in the early 70s, during her separation with John, she actually had Paul play agony aunt. Then, during that meetup in L.A. where they were last photographed together, Paul urged John to “apologize to her” and get back together... which he did. That’s right. "She Loves You” is not merely a Gemini’s song: it’s a Gemini’s life.

Cancer—“Octopus’s Garden”

Ringo the Crab’s musically-complex fantasy about an underwater sanctuary where children are “happy and safe,” he and his lover can be together, and there’s “no one there to tell us what to do.” George (a triple Water sign himself, probably not-so-incidentally) always insisted that his best mate’s song Had Depths, and he himself supplied a lot of them: check out his lead guitar lines. They function as emotional counterpoint. When Ringo’s vocal line is especially wistful, the guitar is bright; when Ringo ends on a confident note, the guitar is quirky, ironic, even stiff-upper-lip pessimistic. Result: a shifting kaleidoscope of FEELS. The Moon approves.

Leo—“Good Day Sunshine”

Paul perfectly expresses his own Leo moon with a sublime, vibrant ode to laughter, love, and pride on a cloudless summer day. The bit in the lyrics about she knows she’s looking fine and I’m so proud to know that she is mine? That’s not marring the high tone of the song: that is part of the tone. Hear us roar! And by “roar” I mean "laugh and canoodle, coz Leo is about living the good life, bitches.”

Virgo—“Please Please Me”

What’s fair is forkin’ fair, mate! A exemplary blend of Virgo’s Mutable passive-aggressive sensitivity with its Elemental directness... half-critical, half-begging... plus the very sign-typical humblebragging. About their sexual prowess. Damn, Virgo. People forget how Earthy you really are sometimes. But here we are. In very Virgo fashion, instead of ditching the girl he’s decided to harangue her. On a more meta note, the Beatles were still studio virgins when they first began crafting this song, and it took several passes and incorporation of George Martin’s feedback before it became the bursting pop hit as we know it now. There’s that Virgo work ethic paying off.

Libra—“Strawberry Fields Forever”

The imagery of the title suggests an eternal harvest. But the star sign resemblance goes deeper than that: Always, no, sometimes think it’s me, but, you know, I know when it’s a dream. I think, er, no, I mean, er, yes, but it’s all wrong... that is, I think I disagree. Did you just hear your Libra roommate rambling after a joint, or did you listen to verse three of “Strawberry Fields”? Same difference. The song is absolutely lovely, as anything associated with the child of Venus should be, and innovative, as befits a Cardinal sign. Most of all, even in all of Libra Sun John’s weighing and weed-wandering, he knows one thing: he’s got to take someone else along with him. A companion, stat!

Scorpio—“While My Guitar Gently Weeps”

George of the Scorpio moon and Scorpio ascendant had to really lean into this side of his nature to even get this damn track properly recorded. He resorted to the social power play of inviting Eric frickin’ Clapton into the tense post-India studio just to get Lennon, McCartney, and Martin to give his song proper Beatle recording magic. Which it deserved. The dark drama of the hard-won arrangement is the perfect Scorpio accompaniment to the moody, reflective lyrics about “all the love there that’s sleeping” in this weary world. There’s tender, horrified pity here for those who are stifled into inauthenticity: I don’t know how nobody told you how to unfold your love. I don’t know how someone controlled you; they bought and sold you... Bonus points for the Watery ‘just can’t even’-ness of not being able to so much as pick up a damn broom.

Sagittarius—“Something”

You’re asking me, will my love grow? I don’t know, I don’t know! A deeply instinctual lover knows that Cupid has done hit a bullseye. He remains emphatically ambivalent about the future, but he knows what he feels in this moment, and in that moment is romance and wonder that is as deep as the earth is from the heavens. Sags are intense, but of all the Fire signs they are most far-seeing and detached (due to their Mutable quality, which makes them see the world a bit more like an Air sign does). “Something” keeps trying to capture that je-ne-sais-quoi, and despite the speaker’s happiness he can’t help but circle back again and again to take another shot at that the mental target. A philosopher even when in love. Ultimately, however, he doesn’t want to leave her now... which for a restless Sag is already saying a ton.

Capricorn—“Revolution”

John let his unfashionable midheaven Capricorn off the leash with this blunt, pointed savaging of radical and violent revolutions. (Given the tanks on Tiananmen Square and the millions dead on the killing fields of Cambodia, I can’t say that his cautionary note about “destruction” and “minds that hate” was unnecessary.) Few things are more Capricorn than ‘Oh, you want my money? Yeah, first show me that you’ve done your fucking homework, mate.’ Bonus Earth points for the fact that he somehow worked sex—a lot of sex—into this political track.

Aquarius—“Come Together”

John of the Aquarius moon’s decidedly loony attempt to write a political campaign song in order to stop Reagan. (The result was too weird for Timothy Leary, whose reaction was pretty much ‘wtf? I don’t think even I have enough residual acid in my system for this one... ’) John invokes the ideal of collaboration, but his call to solidarity is built around fantastical lyrics that no one can comprehend: He wear no shoeshine, he got/Toejam football, he got/Monkey finger, he shoot/Coca-Cola, he say/I know you, you know me... Oh, right. The lyrics contain exactly one discernible message: One thing I can tell you is you got to be free. How Aqua. Also in true collaborative Water-Bearer fashion, the arrangement really makes the song (special mention to the tight, tight work of the rhythm section). Bizarre genius that attracts a true team effort—it doesn’t get much more Aquarius than that.

Pisces— “I Want to Tell You”

The wall of sound builds up thickly enough that soon the words seem to be traveling through the sea to reach you: I want to tell you my head is filled with things to say... But when you’re here, all those words, they seem to slip away. A gorgeously, emotionally tongue-tied song... about being tongue-tied. Written by George, a Pisces Sun, this absolute mystery of a lyric is all emotion and no logic. If he seems to act unkind, it’s only him, it’s not his mind. Okay, Fishboy. Good thing the track is compellingly lovely and utterly relatable. Which suits the Pisces life exactly: ‘I don’t know what I mean, but it’s exceedingly beautiful and I want you to share it with you very, very much.’

#zodiac #beatles

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charmspoint · 3 years

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Psst, any Geto and Gojo headcanons?

I can't believe you'd encourage me like this anon, when I'm fucking crazy about these two, I'm not normal.

Gojo

The thing I usually headcanon on Gojo about is his upbringing. In all my Gojo fics its mentioned at least a little bit and his mother will be making a cameo in Curse!Gojo AU when that comes out so look forward to that. Either way it’s very interesting to me that when we see Gojo as a child he looks so serious. Like he’s intense, everyone who sees him is like wtf is wrong with this child, there’s already that sense of this is not a human being like us, he does look fairly self-confident when he notices Awasaka tryin to go in for the kill. I don’t think we ever see child Gojo like…smile. Which is so different from both his present self and his high school self so it’s really striking. I think a lot of us are wondering what Gojo’s upbringing was like, how does his family see him, what do they feel about him. I always headcanoned it as a very closed off, strict upbringing and this kind of only grew stronger when we find out that one of the six eye users before him was killed as a baby. Like I imagine him closed off from the jujutsu world at large and kept in for training. Sorcerers from the big three families don’t really have to go to school cuz its assumed their families will teach them what they need to know but I think Gojo was basically jumping out of his skin to go. Like, if you lived inside one estate your whole life, if your whole life your family has been breathing down your neck and you properly weren’t allowed out of their sight until you at least mastered infinity (cuz I reckon they wouldn’t let him with Kenjaku out at large and being known to target six eye users) you’d be fuckin jumping at getting away from them too. And then when he finally got some fuckin control over his life it’s no wonder that he was like that tm in high school. He’s like 15, he’s out on his own for first time ever, he’s fuckin insane. I like to headcanon that for at least a good year Gojo was goddamn everywhere trying to experience stuff he just didn’t get to as a kid, usually pulling Geto and Shoko along with him. I write about this in Sweet on series but I do think he was very hungry for life, very hungry to do things, very hungry to make his own decisions. And like he’s a teenager, both he and Geto are teenagers with very teenager midsets of ‘lol I don’t care imma just do what I want’ to ‘ there is the Right way tm and I alone have figured it out’. But I do think that there in highschool, Geto was exactly what Gojo needed. He was both a partner in crime and a peaceful eye of the storm. He balanced out Gojo’s energy with his own more restrained one but was a bastard also. They found a home in each other, they found a place to belong to in each other.

Geto

I feel like most of what I think about Geto has already been said ten times over hjvhjbh but I guess that can be said for Gojo too. Thinking about the way Geto grew up is very interesting since he was a sorcerer from a nonsorcerer family and with his technique…it must have been difficult. I always think about how easily Geto killed his parents off. Yeah he says he can’t make exceptions but really? They were literally his second murder (the first being a collective one). Like even if you became genocidal I would assume that people close to you, your family and friends, would kinda slip under that radar. For them it would be more normal to go ‘this is different, there are different’ in attempt to both hold on to your ideology and not, you know, eradicate the people closest to you. Which is a big reason why I don’t think Geto had a particularly nice family life either. Seeing curses and being able to take them in (though idk when Geto would have figured out he can take em in so it was normal but it probably had to be more high school cuz they scouted him for SOMETHING) just spells as something people would read as a mental illness. And knowing how much mental illness can be stigmatized….not a happy childhood, I don’t think Geto was very attached to his parents at all. He was probably just as happy as Gojo to leave and attend school. He would have probably stayed there year round if that was a possibility. And again I have to mention that Geto n Gojo found home in each other. They both give off a feeling of someone who was alone before and now found a place to belong and clung to that like nothing else. I also like to think about Geto post his defection because Gege mentioned that he didn’t like to interact with non sorcerers at all, not even for things he needed. That’s why I think Geto is a househusband of your dreams, he can do anything. He cooks, he bakes, he cleans, he has a lil garden on his balcony to grow his own vegetables (so he doesn’t have to take stinky monkey vegetables), he has it all, girls want him guys wanna be him, except his genocidal. Also I adore thinking of him as his quasi-fatherly role he has with Nanako and Mimiko. Geto already has long hair so you can’t tell me he doesn’t know some tricks and I like to imagine him and Nanako n Mimiko in a little braid train, of course he would let them braid his hair too.

Idk how much of this is headcanons and how much is just me holdin satosugu and cryin but I hope you enjoyed it <3. I feel like I have many more thoughts about these two buts its getting late here and I kind of have a headache so jgbjhgj these will have to do!!

#anon #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #uhhh my brain empty rn no thoughts just love #ujhbjbhj i hope my rants are fun they are all i do #i go sleeby now thank you anon <3

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mapleandgingeroatmeal · 3 years

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CR2E76-Refjorged

HOLY SHIT THIS EPISODE HAD EVERYTHING. WHERE DO I EVEN START?? This is gonna be a long one for sure.

The spontaneous Mead Pong game was so fun. I love how they all just went for that, and Caleb getting a perfect shot only when nobody was watching? Priceless.

They haven’t really done a heist w/ Caduceus. have they? Unless you count boarding that one ship, but I don’t think you can since that wasn’t a stealth thing. It’s weird, but that detail felt like almost a mark of how far the Nein have come already

I’m sure people have written a lot about this (I’d love meta recs if anyone has ‘em), but that makes me think about what may have changed about the m9′s path if Molly had stayed alive. Clay has been such a huge force in pushing the nein to do good in the world, and although he has plenty of his own issues, I think the fact that he believes in everyone’s ability to be good people has really had a huge impact. This may be a Hot Take, maybe I’ll regret this cause idk what Molly fans are like, but I really don’t think the group would have made nearly as much moral and emotional progress w out Caduceus. They would probably be at least a lot closer to crossing over that line into Bad People.

THE BREAD. This is another famous joke that I new existed, but had no context or knowledge for. I was so excited when I heard it come up! Caleb and polymorph is such a delightful combo. The dumb brain really lets him escape his misery I think, and he had such a gleeful face and relaxed posture for that whole scene.

“Last time we did this, you put a sword to my throat”. Whatta callback! Despite how much everything has changed, Fjord and Caleb still have this interesting intensity to their relationship. The moment when they start a mysterious blood ritual and Caleb’s accent confrontation come to mind. I hope we get more in the future about how these two interact in a more casual setting, tbh, because at this point I have a hard time pinning down their dynamic. The trust is definitely there now, and all the Nein obviously love each other, but in many ways it feels almost delicate? Like in the scene from this ep, I think both of them probably reflect on that day thinking they were in the right, even if they’ve moved on. Interesting stuff!

The reactions when Nott murdered that guard were so priceless. Little moments like that are kinda sobering reminders of how broken she is. Since probably the moment that Veth killed that Goblin leader with a vile of acid, she’s led a life that seems to have been very much kill-or-be-killed. Empire people aren’t taught to see Goblins as much more than kill-on-sight monsters, and in a self-defense situation Nott is so small that she would really have only one chance before getting overpowered. It’s upsetting and definitely bad, but I think it makes a lot of sense that her first instinct when panicked is to go for the throat.

Caduceus is truly such a dummy and I love him for it. The man knows two things: Death and People. Nothing else. Strategy? Never heard of her. High-stakes stealth mission with an important decision to make? “it’s always nice to see my friends :)”.

Whats in the book they stole! We didn’t find out for the entire episode if I’m not mistaken! Caleb just gave to Fjord with some cryptic comments! Wtf kind of book isn’t useful/ interesting to Caleb? This is going to drive me insane.

The pack-rat elf lady wearing Reani’s crown finally was v sweet. She was a character that Matt seemed to hint at a lot of depth for. I wonder if we’ll ever get back to Uthadorn? I’d like to see her again

The dusts are also a bunch of npcs that I kinda wish we’d gotten more time with! The way that Matt had the whole family and their personalities mapped out makes me feel like there was a lot that didn’t get explored there. Clay has a tendency to minimize his own priorities and as much as it’s a neat character choice, I wish it didn’t mean that we see less of the neat stuff around his arc!

Fjord’s dream sequence had me tearing up. Matt’s writing is just so emotionally intelligent and deep. The specification that the Wild Mother can ease the pain but the wound will always be there? That hit me so goddamn hard. I love this character.

If I think too much about what this sword-collecting arc means for Fjord I’m gonna start crying again. Here’s a guy that grew up unloved, with nobody that ever cared enough to give him anything. He was so recently convinced that the Nein only cared about him while he was useful. And what happens once he looses all utility to the group? They give him magic weapons, and circle around to protect him, and face down a fucking ancient white dragon, all just to get him a gift from the Wild Mother. What does that feel like to a man who’s never ever had a family before? Can he even really recognize the kind of devotion the m9 just displayed? I hope once he has a quiet moment he can do some reflection and appreciate how much he is just unconditionally supported now. I want him to understand that he is loved.

Beau and Reani! I did remember right! They are adorable and everyone’s reaction at the table was priceless. That moment had a neat meta-level feel to it w/ the addition of Mica as a guest character. I could tell she was feeling out if this was a role-play boundary or not, just like Reani was feeling out if Beau was interested. Beau going in for the kiss out of nowhere was also Marisha signaling “yes please bang my hot gay monk”. A perfect ending for a wonderful character!

Jester and Caduceus almost judgy convo was actually fascinating to me, because it kinda highlighted one of my favorite things about Beau in that she breaks the norms arounf sexualy agency that you usually see with female charecters. She’s an action movie protag, casually banging hot ladies and hiring sex workers, and she’s celebrated for it like you would celebrate that behavior in james bond! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a female character that does that before.

I could talk about Caleb and Nott’s conversation here for fucking hours, and I think I’m gonna actually do a whole separate post about it so this doesn’t get too long. Why is every interaction they have just the most poignant beautiful incredible moment ever committed to film? What did the world do to deserve this? Nothing. We do not deserve them.

Fjord getting his powers back and celebrating and the callback to Nott turning into a tiny Fjord and Eldritch Blaaaaaaayyyst returning and being wrapped up in seaweed and awkwardly objectified by Jester and Caduceus big goofy grin and all of it was such a joyful, hopeful note to end on! More than ever the Nein are feeling like a family, with all the wonderful messy things that entails, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I’m going to go watch Nott and Caleb and cry again.

#critical role #cr2e76 #cr catch-up

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domjaehyun · 3 years

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it's very fun tho it's usually the nightmares that are like "oh is that lucidity? give me that" and I have to sit through intense shit. the thing with my dreams is that they feel so real there's emotion behind them as much as physicality, so when I'm having a dream where me and husband johnny are sitting in the bath and he's trailing a wet hand down my face to get the soap off while whispering I love you, I'm going to wake up and start crying (true story I literally felt so loved which I've never felt before ever so I woke up and sobbed) I'm sensitive to vote and sometimes my brain is like "teehee look at this person dying" and URNAIRNI738✓ lucid dreaming is very much fun I wish more people could do it also self love via lucid dreaming sounds cute as hell 🥺

🥺🥺🥺

that’s a very cute dream wtf omg :( yeah i’m usually just like. along for the ride which usually doesn’t bother me like. in my dreams where PEOPLE are endangering me i always end up escaping / surviving and usually tbh dream me ends up killing them either for self defense of like “how dare you try and hurt me” sheer wrath sjfjsjdjdjd so i’m okay with her being in charge in those scenarios bc miss girl knows what to DO she is not playing games!!

it gets super annoying though when i’m having dreams abt like. kpop boys and i want so badly for something to happen but i can’t control the situation so i’m just pining for most of the dream 😖😖😖 the amount of dreams i’ve had where i was in my head like “mark can you PLEASE kiss me the tension is unbearable” is v annoyingly high (even though sometimes i do get what i want)

but yeah i don’t know if i would prefer lucid dreaming atp like. the verdict is still out on that sjfjsjfjdj

#answered #mushroomkwan

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astrangeraccoon · 3 years

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BNHA rambles: The quirk apprehension test

.Okay so as I said, this is a special part in my rambles dedicated to the quirk apprehension test in episode 5-6.

-First of all I think Aizawa is smart to do that3. I mean this kids are going to spend the next 3 years of their life training to put their life in danger to save other. This is a huge responsibility (that probably shouldn’t be put on the shoulder of 15-16 year old teens but that neither here nor there), and they need to realise that. They can’t be here to play and they need to be ready to give it their best

-In the same vein the little speach about unfairness and how heroes are the onethat have to try and bring back some fairness is 1) totally true,2) something they need to realise now and t3) add to what I was saying before

-As for the threat of explusion, I would have called it a dirty trick if he hadn’t been 100% serious about it and I also think it caracterise Aizawa teaching methode. He is a really harsh teacher, more likely to use the stick than the carrot. But that because he care about them. Because as he said there’s nothing worst than loosing your dream when your halway ther. Especially since faillure in their line of works mean death.

-Now that doesn’t mean that he could be a little less of a bastard when he announce it.

Now that the general overview is done, lets go over some details:

-Seeing class 1A finding how to use their quirk was pretty impressive.

-Having some insight about how smart Bakugo can be especially about the use of his own quirk was interresting, as was seeing the best performance of some of the other student.

Now onto the negatif:

-Aizawa having it out for Izuku is pretty bad wich I’m going to extand on afterwards.

-Speaking of Izuku, WTF eraserhead? You do not let a 15 year old child continue in what is basiclly a sport competion with a broken finger. You could tell me ‘but hero will have to be able to fight injure’ and I’ll answer that I don’t care. This is the first day of school, you have a medic on site who can heal him in a matter of second meaning you don’t even loose time. I mean even if he wanted for Izuku to have to face the consequences of his action the fact that he would hve been really tired would have been a good enough disadventage.

-I mean really, I know Aizawa doesn’t know about Izuku past or his self sacrifying streak, but by making him continue to do the test injured he’s basically telling him that this is normal, and that he should continue to fight while injured, and this coupled with the bellitling of Iizuku past teacher is just a golden ticket to encourage Izuku self destructive tendancy.

(Yes I’m mad about this)

-Also I know he said he wasn’t going to explain how he marked those score but I would like Aizawa to tell me how he did it. Because it can’t have been just the result because there’s no way Izuku would have been last. I mean my boy Izuku can walk around while carrying All Might (who weight 255kg) and just had ten months of extremely intensive training. Theres no way he scored this low (we only see the best result for most of the test and we know that he was at least a bit faster than Uraraka. So... This results don’t make sence.

-I mean he probably took into account the ways they use their quirk and their creativity (Bc I don’t think Eraser would be one to do a so blatlantly biased test for physical quirk when he himself doesn’t have one). But even tking that into account it’s still pretty clear that he had it out for Izuku because how did Toru even use her quirk? She’s litterally just being invisible. Same with Jirou or kaminari whose quirk cannot have been that usefull.

(On a lighter note, Yaorosu seeing that psychopatic hobo of a teacher that is eraserhead threatening their classes of expulsion and thinking he’s joking, oh my sweet summer child)

Also Aizawa creepy smile at being both surprised and proud of Izuku solution and realising he has potential, I love it

Now onto Aizawa having it out for Izuku and why it is bad

-I’ll start by saying that I understand where Aizawa is comming from. I mean you teach bunch of kids trying to becaume what is basically superpowered soldier who will have to put their live on the line everyday, and then you’re faced with an overpowered kid that visibly doesn’t have any controle over a quirk you hink he had for at least 10 years... Yeah I’d be mad too and if those information had been wright I would have totally agreed with his reaction.

(I would also like to know why he doesn’t know the fact that izuku didn’t have a quirk until like a month ago but that another can of worm that we’re not gonna open today)

-I als get the lecture he gives Izuku because it’s true that he cant go around breaking his limbs, because it WILL make him a liability and highen his chance of getting killed

But his assumption are false and that’s why I think his reaction is bad (I haven’t go farther than episode 7 so some of the reaction I’m talking about are probably more fanon than canon at this point but I’m still going to write them):

-First he’s acting just like every other teacher Izuku ever had, meaning he’s belittling him and his dream, using his quirk against him (which, while it is legal and not harmfull here, is just like we saw at least one of his middle school teacher do), putting him on the spot and tearing into him in front of everyone and while no one laugh here this was the exact same situation he was faced with everyday in school before.

-Let’s add to the quirk usage the fact that it is erasure, so Izuku must have had a moment of pure panic because the quirk he just received, the one that finally made him ‘normal’, just disapeared without notice and that even for a second he must hav wondered if he had become quirkless again before hearing aizawa say it’s his quirk doing it. (quick reminder that up until now they didn’t know who their teacher really was nor did they know his quirk)

-Does anyone think that Izuku is scared of Erasure? O r at least uneasy about it everytime it’s used against him?

-Also he told Izuku that he was basically useless and that he couldn’t be a hero. Which is what everyone told him up to now but it’s even worst because he says that ‘with this power’ he can’t be a hero, which could basically be translated in Izuku’s mind by even with his new quirk, he’s still worthless.

-And while that’s speach hurt Me, it visibly hurt Izuku too. And even if he was able to use it to find a solution that doesn’t mean the hurt is gone.

All of this to says that while it wasn”t Aizawa attention, he just put Izuku right into a copy of the toxic environment he had been raised in. Which probbly mean that he didn’t trust Aizawa at all at least until USJ, (bc everyone know there’s no beter way to show you care than nerly dying to protect them) and was probably really wary of him for a petty long time even afterwards. And by extention he probably felt the same way around every other teacher except for all might which must have made him really skittish and really tensed and it can’t have been the nicest experience.

Which make me wonder if he would have trust any of his teacher without the USJ

(Lets make this worse by sying that he can’t know for sure that Aizawa doesn’t know he used to be quirkless and he treats him that way because of that (we know he doesn’t but anxiety is a bitch and she like to take hold of the most minuscule doubt and make it seems possible)

Okay, that was a lot but, yeah that sum up my thought pretty well on the whole ordeal. See you next part

Aya’s out!

#bnha #mha #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #midoriya izuku #deku #aya's thought #rambles

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