#1 implying that I’m hopefully gonna make more

[average-gotham-citizen]

Pride 2024 #1

[worldlxvlys]

ok hi hi hi i posted this but then i thought of dealer chris and came here but a smut w dealer chris based off the olivia rodrigo unreleased, i also realised as i was writing this that i can’t put vids here but it on my acc and i think if anyone can execute it well it’s you:))

prison for life

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: smut, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, implied violence, death threats, cursing

a/n: i’m sorry this literally took ages to get to, i honestly wasn’t really sure how to go about it

hopefully you like it 🫶🏾

based on this

for @bethsturn <333

chris and i had been laying on my bed peacefully when i got a call.

INCOMING CALL: JAKE

ACCEPT? DECLINE?

“fuck” i said as i read the name.

“what’s wrong?” chris asked.

“you remember jake?”

“yeah, the psycho that laced your weed? kinda hard to forget”

“he’s calling” i said as i flashed the phone in his direction. “i’m just gonna let it ring” i spoke as i placed it down in between the two of us.

we watched as it went to voicemail, and waited to listen to his message.

(1) MISSED CALL FROM: JAKE

VOICE MESSAGE 1:15

OPEN?

we played the voicemail on speaker, listening together.

“what the fuck is wrong with this dude” chris spoke, his brows furrowing.

“i don’t know but this dude is all bark and no bite, i doubt he’s gonna do anything”

“you sure, ma?”

“i’m positive, i’m more worried about the fine ass man in front of me” i smiled at him as i crawled closer to him.

“yeah?” he smirked.

“mmhmm” i said as he pulled me onto his lap.

“nobody fucks me like you, baby. nobody makes me feel the way you do” i whispered as i cupped his cheek.

“oh trust me, i know” he spoke before crashing his lips on mine.

my lack of pants, due to it just being us here, seemed to please chris as his hands kneaded my ass.

i pulled my lips from his, gently biting it, making him groan.

“chris, i need you” i spoke as i felt the wetness between my legs.

“you got it, princess” he spoke, flipping us over, putting himself on top.

my elbow landed on my phone screen, making me push it off of my bed and onto the carpeted floor.

i pulled my shirt off as he kicked off his pants, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers.

i reached forward, helping him pull his boxers off.

“ready?” he asked as he stroked himself a few times. i nodded my head in response.

he gently guided his dick into my entrance, pushing himself in.

my walls hugged and squeezed him, welcoming his veiny cock as he bottomed out.

“shit, chris. you’re so big” i moaned.

“look at that pretty, tight pussy. just for me” he groaned.

i nodded my head, silently giving him permission to move.

his thrusts started off slow and deep, and his hips started to move faster as he gained momentum.

“fuckkkk, chris! so, so good!” my moans started to increase in volume and my hands reached out for something to hold onto.

he swiftly moved his hands to mine, interlacing them as he continued to pound me into the bed.

“yes, yes, yes, chris! god, that feels so fucking good” i cried out.

his hips slowed slightly, just enough for me to notice, “you want me to stop?” he taunted me.

“no, no, no, don’t stop! please don’t- OH FUCK!” he suddenly moved faster than he had before.

his sharp thrusts pushed me farther and farther up the bed and my moans became wails.

he pushed my legs to my chest, hitting every sweet spot with the new angle.

“god, you take me so fucking well ma” he leaned down slighly, spitting onto my pussy.

he brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves feverishly.

“chris! chris! i’m cumming!” i yelled as i felt the coil in my stomach snap.

my body tensed as my orgasm crashed through me.

“so good for me, ma. fuck, gonna cum inside of that pretty little pussy” he moaned as he finished inside of me.

he thrusted a few more times, working us through our highs before gently pulling out.

we both took a few seconds to catch our breath, laying in silence.

i looked around confused as i heard a very low voice.

i moved to the edge of the bed, looking around when i realized where the sound was coming from.

i picked up my phone, which had been face down on the floor.

to my horror, i discovered that it was in a call with jake.

fuck.

i brought the phone to the middle of the bed and pressed the speaker button, immediately being met with strings of curses and yelling.

“- GONNA KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER. HE’S FUCKING MY GIRL. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? I CA-“ i quickly turned it off of speaker and muted the microphone.

i stared at chris with wide eyes, meeting his amused expression.

“how the fuck did i manage to butt-dial him?” i whisper-shouted to chris.

“i don’t know, but he doesn’t sound too happy”

i looked at him in disbelief.

“how long has he been listening?” chris asked.

i looked down at my phone, checking to see how long the call had been running.

30 minutes

“30 MINUTES? WHY THE HELL DIDN’T HE HANG UP?” i yelled.

“his weird ass was probably getting off to it or something”

i quickly unmuted the mic and turned the phone to speaker again, needing to put an end to this.

“JAKE” i yelled, shutting him up.

i’m a feminist obviously

but i wouldn’t really mind him saving me

“you.” he spoke with venom. “i’m going to fucking murder your ungrateful little bitch ass” i blinked at the phone in shock.

chris immediately spoke up, comfortingly rubbing my shoulder.

“hey, you’re done talking to her. if you have something to say, you can say it to me” he said.

and i know that i’m fine without a man

but i wouldn’t really mind his protection

“aw, how sweet. you gonna protect her? listen here, you little bitch. i have your address, sleep with one eye-“ chris cut him off.

“hey dickhead, i don’t know what about this you aren’t comprehending, but i’ll say it slower for you.” he slowed down his words, “do not talk to her, talk to me”

“i don’t appreciate being spoken to like a toddler or being cheated on. i-“ chris stopped him again, “listen man, you need to get professional help. she’s not with you, alright? you need to leave her the fuck alone”

there was a pause. “i’ll see you later, princess” jake spoke before hanging up.

i looked at chris with wide eyes, becoming nervous.

“hey, i got you ma. i’m not letting anything happen to you, you know that right?” he asked me, searching my eyes for any sign of doubt.

i nodded my head, “yeah, i just don’t want to feel unsafe in my own home”

i’m just being honest can’t change what i like

i’ll never forget it, he told me one night

he got up, starting to get dressed.

“chris? where are you going?”

“i’m gonna go find him”

“wait, what? chris, how could you possibly do that?”

“don’t worry about it, i’m gonna handle it alright?” he cupped my cheek, running his thumb along my cheek.

“chris” i whispered, becoming worried.

“hey, your safety is my top priority, ok? i’ll be fine ma”

“ok” i whispered, giving him a peck on the cheek.

with that, he left.

“if anybody hurts you..

a few hours had gone by without any word from chris.

upon hearing rapid knocking at my front door, i quickly got up to open it.

when i did, i was met with chris, covered in blood.

“chris? what the hell happened?” i asked, pulling him inside.

“i handled it.”

…i’m going to prison for life”

——————

yup, kinda ate that

dwb! chris masterlist

main masterlist

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[blackynsupremacy]

redk!clark shenanigans part 3

part 1

part 2

taglist: @afrogirl3005 @rosiestalez @stereotypicalbarbie

synopsis : redk!clark is the type of dude when you drop him first (because you’re honestly just fed up!) and you’re finally in a good place in life, he would text you out of the blue to reel you back in. he doesn’t really want you to walk out of his life, so you’re not getting rid of him that easily, girl.

if you’ve ever seen those memes with future texting, it’s those type of vibes.

pairings: redk!clark x fem! y/n (i’m imagining her as meagan good again. reader can do a self insert or use another fc. the choice is yours and i want to be inclusive!)

fandom: smallville (2001-2011)

also featuring: chloe sullivan and kate ross (pete’s twin sister/oc fc: tatyana ali)

warnings: long asf, swearing, redk!clark, toxic behavior, a little bit of angst, some suggestiveness,manipulation, implied hook up, y/n regretting her decisions, y/n being weak in the knees again!

congratulations to y/n for finally dropping redk!clark kent, smallville’s local gentleman turned badass and player. anywho, her skin is glowing, her grades are showing tremendous improvement, and life has just been better in general. she’s smiling a lot more!

she’s not going through this alone though. fortunately, she has chloe sullivan and kate ross to help y/n properly get over him. they haven’t seen him around in a few days. if they did happen to run into clark at school or around town and he asks about her whereabouts, they would make up an excuse that she was really busy with (an extracurricular/job) or she got a new number. he’s gonna find out soon enough that was some bullshit.

it’s a friday night and the girls decided it was time to get dolled up and go out to celebrate y/n’s freedom from clark’s fuckery. they’re all chatting and filling their table with laughter when y/n hears her cell phone vibrate. she flips open the device and looks at her text messages, skimming through each word cueing her deep sigh and eye roll..here we go again. y/n closes the phone down and places it back in her purse. it vibrates again and again..now kate and chloe are getting suspicious, giving each other knowing looks. let’s just say that the silence was indeed loud.

“so, uh…who’s blowing up your phone at this hour?” chloe inquired, tilting her head.

“it’s just my mom reminding me to do something when i get home.” y/n replied as she shrugged her shoulders to ease the tension.

“oh, so she’s reminding you five times?” kate asked, her elbow on the table with her chin resting on her knuckle. she raised a brow then narrowed her eyes before finally addressing the elephant in the room.

“it’s clark, isn’t it?”

“no.”

“bullshit!” the girls exclaimed.

“fine! it was clark. he said he hated how things ended between us and that he was blind to how really important i was to him. he also said that without me, he feels so weak.” y/n confessed.

these were his words. he wasn’t blind to shit considering he has x-ray vision. not weak either because the guy had super strength.

chloe and kate couldn’t help but to roll their eyes and shake their heads at this foolishness, but who were they to judge? they both fell for the charming farm boy they grew up with at one point during their lives. hell, they even both attempted to cross that line of confession and dating him for real, but they let that go to preserve their friendship with each other and with clark. it’s messy, but it was clark kent. smallville’s local knight in shining armor. how could any girl let go of him completely once they’ve been attached? it was just his new bold and unpredictable attitude that rubbed them the wrong way. hopefully it’s just a phase.

“he also said to meet at his place so we could talk things over. if he really wants us to work things out, i should be there in the next 10 minutes…” with each word, the volume of y/n’s voice started to diminish as she looked around and bit at her bottom lip to avoid the awkward, yet frustrated glares of her friends. “maybe i should go to hear him out and get some closure…”

“wait, wait, wait!”, chloe objected shaking her head. “if my memory serves, you said that last time was the last time. did you not catch him in another lie of him seeing lana before taking you out, correct?”

“….yes, but he sorta made it up to me.” y/n’s face heated up as her mind wandered to the semi-passionate endeavor her and clark shared in her bedroom after the argument that concluded their last date. she thanked the Lord above that her parents were out of town and that clark respected her enough to not push any further than what she was comfortable with. kate and chloe's eyes widened from sudden realization to complete astonishment.

"before you guys shame me, no, we didn’t go that far, but you know how guys are always saying i can’t drop clark due to the fact that i’m always wrapped around his finger?”

(reference to pt 2 iykyk)

y/n recited her friends past warnings as her fingers signaled air quotation marks.

“i guess you can say that literally and figuratively.”

silence filled the trio once more before they all heard another vibration. y/n flipped open her device and checked her text messages again. her eyes skimmed over the text for a few seconds before her fingertips made a few sounds to type a response to the person on the other end. after one press of the “send” button, she stood to her feet and pushed in the chair before greeting her friends a formal goodbye, “that was mom again. she said she needs me home asap. i’ll catch you guys at school?” the girls gave her nod and a “mhm!” before they watched their friend power walk out of the restaurant to her parked honda accord.

after they saw the car speed off into the night, kate sarcastically chuckled and shook her head before gazing at chloe, finally breaking the silence.

“we both know damn well that she went to go meet up with clark right?”

“i know…” chloe replied.

“yeah.” kate nodded and gazed below at the ground with a tight lipped smile as she fiddled with her fingers.

meanwhile…

10 minutes. it sounds like a lot of time, but not so much when you’re deciding on which path to take. right for the l/n’s house, left for the kent’s. her eyes darted in both directions, her heart thumping in her chest. it was only a matter of time before she could switch the turn signal up or down. she began to think. think of the times her friends were there for her at her lowest. the temper tantrums. the late night rants on the phone. the fake smiles for her parents. the tears that soaked her pillow. all because of him. his arrogance, his brutal honesty yet he lies, his shameless flirtation with other women. his eyes…his words…his kiss…his touch…his affection. damn, damn, damn! her mind was finally made up. she put the car in drive and made the turn onto the path of her destination for the night.

“hey, look, i got your messages. you said you wanted to talk things over, so let’s talk, clark.”

y/n stood with her arms crossed against her chest and faced the male before her standing outside the kent house as if he were expecting her already. he looked comfortable in his black tank top and grey sweatpants with his hands in the pockets. even under the moonlight, y/n could still see that same lady-killing smile of his and icy, blue eyes that she adored so much that it made her heart swell.

“it’s about time you showed up, beautiful. you don’t know how much i’ve missed you lately.” he pulled his pink lips into a smirk and took a few steps closer to her as his eyes never did pull away from her own. “i don’t think talking out here in the dark would do us any good, so how about we go somewhere more quiet and…” he took a beat of pause, “private.” tilting his head in the direction of his loft in the barn.

y/n sighed, licked her lips, and started walking in the direction towards clark’s loft with her arms still crossed. little did she know that his eyes carefully zeroed in on the sway of her hips with each step she took and possibly even the sultry, black matching set underneath her clothes.

oh, this was going to be a long night.

[midnightsgift]

8b sneak peek

Ik ppl are speculating about buck having a near death experience in 8b/ Maddie not really being kidnapped and i do find some of the theories intriguing. One thing i do find interesting is the sneak peek. I went to rewatch it to see if the mentioned maddies name specifically or if it was just the clips that implied she was being kidnapped.

In the clip u can clearly tell the audio has been spliced together to make the sentence ‘he’s a damn serial killer and it looks like he took {Maddie} with him.’ With Maddie not fitting in naturally. It’s normal for shows to edit audio to create sentence that were/aren’t in the show to build a narrative. So this isn’t abnormal, in this case it feel as if it’s just the name that has been added in either the replace someone else’s or a pronoun.

I have a couple of thoughts and no one to share them with so here u go. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna try and cut shit down so it won’t be all my thoughts but hopefully it still makes sense.

Theory/Explanation 1: it being a different victims name (either the ‘first’ victim i.e. the initial case that alerts the lapd read:Athena to the serial killer. Think prehaps a missing person case and along the way Athena links it to a serial killer/ unravels the case to find more victim and/or a specialist team come in to now help with the og case cuz it linked with a serial killer. i this is where we’ll see the other female agents who’s seen listing of item in the sneak peak). I think i could be a sound bit from early on in the episode were the idea of a serial killer is still being thrown around and then they added Maddie to fit the promo. I think makes a lot of sense and probably the most ‘realistic/simple’ explanation but who doesn’t look speculation.

Another thing that I think helps back this is the use of the He/Him pronouns considering the clips really kinda imply it is a woman who sedates her. So the og audio could once again come from quite early on in the investigation when its assumed the serial killer is a man and less is known about em, or perhaps when maddie is being kidnapped it’s still assumed its a man.

So i guess this theory is more likely to be what’s happening but it’s fun to speculate.

Explanation 2:

I haven’t really been keeping up with the bts/filming so idk what episodes they filmed so idk if the clips shown are all gonna be for 8x09 or perhaps a two parter so 09 and 10, but i will assume they’re gonna just for one ep but let me know if u know more bout that.

But I could be fun to think about a world where perhaps initially maddie is the target but the kidnapper gets disturbed mid attack. It looks like it takes place at her house and it could easily be explained that chim and buck are on shift and the credits roll, but icl i just hate the idea of maddies second pregnancy being traumatic (not in a its shit writing but more just my beloved character let her have something nice). So perhaps buck or chin walk in on it and the kidnapper suddenly has improvise and takes her sibling/spouse (ignore what i said in the last brackets 🤧). I think this would set up a two-parter as this could easily be the cliff-hanger, and the second ep could see the spiralling of the killer as they have to readjust their plan/ they feel as their losing control. And we could see maddie then waking up and trying to help aid Athena in a similar way buck had during the Doug era. IDK this idea is very much half-baked but i think it be a cool misdirect.

[danceswithsporks]

Warm- Part 5

Part 1 of 6 in the Complete Series!

Parts 1 2 3 4

Tech x Reader

Warnings: Assault, implied attempted r*pe, this one’s gonna hit a bit hard. I’m sorry in advance and if you’d like to know what happens without reading this part let me know and I’ll cliff notes ya. 🖤

Authors notes: Ok so besides the warnings, you’re gonna be seeing a lot of retconning going on. I just…don’t like allllll of our fav clones being dead or MIA. Also, there are some decisions I had to make that we don’t have canon information on. If that gets changed anytime soon I’ll update this part with the new information.

Luke warm, the temperature of the cup of tea that sat unattended on the counter. The owner was now on his way to the next stop of his journey to freedom. With a happy sigh, you pick the cup up and dump it into the sink behind you. You’d lost count of how many clones you’d helped at this point. It made you happy to know they were all off to hopefully better lives away from the empire. Off to families of their own. Actual homes with normal jobs where their lives weren’t put on the lines all the time.

Zeffos wasn’t the first stop on their journey, more like the third. Here they would get new identities and chain codes. They’d be set up with some money and clothing and moved through the underground tunnels of Ord Mantell. You helped them however you could as they waited for the next leg of their journey. From changing their hair, teaching them about colored contacts, and giving them a place to stay.

Phee had bought the entire building for a fair price and in turn, you’d completely renovated the three floors above the shop. Different apartments with emergency exits were available to any on the Path in need. While your shop mainly focused on helping clones on the run, you’d had a family with a young force user stay with you just a week ago. You’d never believed the whole ‘Jedi were the real traitors’ thing that had been blasted across the Galaxy. You’d seen firsthand how much they cared about the public and the clones. It just never made sense to you.

When Phee approached you about helping those in need escape the Empire, you didn’t hesitate. Now you were two months deep into being a part of…well the resistance. It was going on six months since Tech's death and while you still had moments where your heart ached for him to walk through the doorway, you were surviving. Dreams of him still filled your sleep every night, but instead of waking up in tears, you woke up with a soft smile. In a way, it was like he was rewarding you from the afterlife. Letting you know that he was proud of the hard work you were doing to help his brothers. At least that’s what you told yourself.

“Wolffe just contacted me. Slips on his way to the next leg.” Echo moved across the space behind the bar and next to you. “Ya did well today. Know that one wasn’t easy.” He watched as your fingers stilled against the teacup. “Wanna talk about it?”

“You guys helped him survive an assassination attempt. He talked a lot about helping Tech figure out the access codes to prove Kamino was an inside job.” You shrugged carefully as you placed the cup into the dryer. “Wasn't hard to hear about Tech before Pabu. It was when he asked where Tech was.” A lump formed in your throat for a moment before you cleared it away. “Don’t worry. I filled him in.”

“You shouldn’t have had to. You could have asked one of us to do it.” He was impressed with how you’d been handling yourself in all of this. But every once in a while, he’d see your lip tremble for a moment.

A sigh left your lips as you pulled on your leather jacket over Tech's shirt. “I’m a big girl. I can handle telling people he’s dead. Thanks though.” You didn’t mean for it to come out so sharp, but you also kind of did. “Looks like we’re out of some stuff I need for tonight’s dinner. I’m heading to the market.”

Echo only nodded as he watched you pull your satchel over your shoulder. “ I’ll have WA-7 keep an eye on the place. Gotta work on some more chain codes.” Using the program he and Tech had developed. Echo missed his brother more than most. At times he felt like Fives had sent Tech his way as if knowing he needed that second half. Fives…Tech…felt like he always lost brothers that became too close to him.

“Sounds good. Have her clean around the bar, think someone spilled some milk. Don’t need more pests.” You heard Echo agree as you walked out the door and into the dim alley outside your shop. Even with the new streetlights you’d had installed, the alley was still too dark for your comfort. You checked your boot for the Vibroblade that Crosshair had given you and once satisfied that it was there, you made your way to the grocery stalls.

As it stood you had three extra clones staying in the building. They had been higher-level clone captains and commanders. As such they were heavily wanted by the Empire which meant it took longer for the heat to die down. Someone named Quinlan Vos was supposed to be securing a safe route out for them, but that seemed to be taking more time than you’d expected. Which meant you had three more mouths to feed on top of Echo, Howzer, Phee, and Kix, plus yourself.

A commotion near one of the gambling bars drew your attention and you casually made your way over. The crowd was massive and hard to see over, so instead you tapped the shoulder of the person in front of you. “What’s going on?”

The species turned to you and you realized that you didn’t recognize it, which meant you didn’t speak the language. They uttered unrecognizable words to you in a deep guttural tone as their tentacles waved around excitedly.

“I’m sorry I don’t understand.” You fumbled in your satchel for your datapad, hoping they at least wrote in Aurebesh.

The tentacle went up quickly to their throat and tapped at the translator device. After a moment of fizzing static, a computerized voice answered you. “Racer of Riot Pods Champion, Automan, has been spotted! Most believe death for his absence.” The translation wasn’t exactly perfect as their kind did not have words for the true name of the racer, nor did they possess the ability to make the necessary sounds required to say his name. But it would hopefully be enough to get the point across. Three yellow eyes watched the female before she made a face, uninterested. Confused? Who knew with humans?

“Oh, I don’t know anything about Riot Racing, or Pod racing for that matter. But thank you for the information.” You nodded carefully to the species before you and watched as they returned the gesture with an odd smile. Maker, you really hoped you didn’t just agree to marry them or something. When they turned from you and back to the crowd you took that as a sign that you were in fact safe from an accidental engagement.

-*-

“Excuse me? Can I get a cup of tea? Anything you’d recommend?” John sat at the bar of the comfortably lit tea shop Gonzo had found. He wasn’t sure exactly what kind of tea he was looking for, but hopefully something would jog his memory. The last two months had been spent in preparation for this trip. Research on Ord Mantell City and its many shops. Research on how to safely leave Eriadu and not draw attention to the village.

“This is a one-way trip, John. We can’t go with ya. Can’t risk too many ships goin in and out. We’ve stayed out of the Empire way this long.” Gonzo had handed him a satchel with supplies to survive on his own for a while. A decent amount of credits had even been placed in the bag. “Entire village chipped in. Ya find your family, John.”

John watched as the droid in front of him shook her head awkwardly. “I am not programmed to recommend beverages. Please make a request from our menu.” With a clatter, a menu was placed in front of him before the droid moved away to help another patron.

Tanned fingers moved across the datapad as something pulled at his mind. These were…familiar. The design was something he’d seen before. John groaned softly as his head began to ache. Flashes of distant memories clawed their way to the front of his mind. A woman smiling at him as she worked on the menu. A cup of tea next to her leg as she sat on…something. He couldn’t make it out. John closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to focus.

“Be better if ya came back when the lady of the shop is here.” A stranger at the end of the bar spoke carefully to the newcomer. Seemed the man was suffering from some kind of head problem. “She’s a smart one. Always knows exactly what ya need.”

“Not too bad on the eyes either.” Another voice echoed from across the room.

“Not too bad?” The man at the bar scoffed loudly before looking back at the newcomer. “She’s positively a goddess. Ya wait around long enough and you’ll see.”

“Do you know when she’ll be back?” John wasn’t sure who this woman was, but if she was good at recommending tea then hopefully she could help him.

“Stepped out to get some supplies for the shop. Said she’ll be back in a bit. She’s never gone for more than an hour.” A regular from a table in the corner spoke to the mysterious new man.

John made a face for a moment before standing. “Think I’ll come back later then.”

“Suit ya self.”

-*-

Your trip to the stalls had been eventful as always. There always seemed to be something new popping up and you’d managed to grab some lovely fish that came from Naboo. Or so they said. During your time here you’d quickly learned to take what some people said with a grain of salt. The only thing you knew for sure was that the Mantell mix that Wrecker and Omega were oh so very fond of, was indeed delicious.

It was at said stall that you heard something that almost made you drop your bag of groceries.

“Did you hear? That Riot Racing champ was seen here in the city!”

“That cute one? What was his name again? It was so plain.”

“Started with a T. Tom? Tim? Tech?”

You stared at the Mantell Mix stall owner as the voices became harder to hear. Couldn’t be him. They had to be confused. A lot of names sounded like Tech…right?

“Here ya go, firecracker. Ya sure ya don’t need help?” The stall master watched as you came out of whatever daze you were in. When you shook your head, he nodded before passing you an extra container of mix. “Send that to my favorite customers. Miss seeing them around.”

“Will do, Thanks.” You grabbed your supplies and began to head back toward the shop. Usually, you rushed, your feet naturally moving quickly. Today you decided to take your time for once. Take in the streets lined with stalls, the children running around, and the magnificent smells of fresh spices and herbs. You allowed your mind to drift, to think about what life would have been like if Tech had survived.

He would have come back to Pabu, probably with a new cut or bruise. He wouldn’t run to you and scoop you up as they did in the holovids. That wasn’t like him. He’d be the last of the ship, and would say something along the lines of “I needed to make sure this part of the ship had settled properly.” Something like that, you weren’t good with ships. But you’d smile and tell him it was ok and then you’d lead him down to the sea wall. Together you’d sit on top and watch the waves roll in as he told you about their adventure. Not sparing a single detail. His hand would find its way wrapped around yours and then he’d kiss you softly.

You’d fall into a happy rhythm with each other, like before. But now you were something more than friends, a couple. He’d hold your hand at every chance he could. There was no doubt that he loved to touch you, to hold a part of you, or be as close as possible. Your warmth and happiness were all he’d need to get through the day. Every day you’d sit on the sea wall together and watch the sunset and every night he’d say the same thing to you before you’d part ways. “ I hope I did not offend you.”

In which you’d smile and rest your head against his shoulder as your eyes closed. A hun would leave your lips as you enjoyed the warmth of him being near you. With a gentle whisper, you’d tell him in a teasing tone. “ You could never offend me.”

-*-

John wasn’t sure what he was looking for as he wandered the damp streets and alleys of Ord Mantell. Maybe someone would recognize him? Or maybe a familiar scent would find its way into his nose and he’d remember something useful. Perhaps a familiar sound would trigger something? Whatever it was, he hoped it would come soon.

All of these alleys looked the same and he was sure he was lost. That dumpster looked familiar from earlier, or did it? This area was a maze and down each alley, there seemed to be countless illicit activities going on. A spice dealer down this one, a worker of the night down another. It was all more than he’d expected to deal with. He just needed to find the right one back to that tea shop.

-*-

“Now look who it is. Little miss too good for a Trandoshan.” A large figure loomed over you as you stood outside the back entrance to your shop. WA-7 must have locked the damned thing again and your hands were too full to enter your code. It was high time you updated her to stop that. His large hand rested against the door behind you preventing it from opening.

“Fang. Seems your last fight with Wrecker didn’t teach you anything. Leave me alone.” You adjusted your container of groceries and tried to slip under his arm but found the items thrown to the ground instead.

“There’s a difference now. He ain’t here. Saw him leave the planet three days ago.” Fang licked his mouth sickeningly as he looked down at you. Such a frail thing, you’d be a fun toy to play with.

You scoffed loudly as you began to slide down towards the ground, your hand slipping towards your boot and your weapon within. “Doesn’t mean I’m not able to protect myself from someone as ugly as you.” Just a little bit farther and you’d have your vibroblade.

Stars, he loved how you put up a fight. Reaching down he grabbed your chin and easily lifted you back up. “That big mouth of yours is gonna get ya in trouble, human..” Growling deeply he pressed against your body and chuckled darkly. “Perhaps you should put it to better use.”

“Gag! As if!” Swinging your leg, you aimed for his crotch but found resistance instead.

“After your little stunt last time, I came prepared.” His other hand moved away from the door and gripped your side tightly. “Now stop resisting and just enjoy yourself.”

A scream escaped your lips as you fought his hold. Your fists swung down on his shoulders in hopes of breaking free somehow. Wrecker and Hunter had insisted on teaching you self defense, you should have accepted their offer. You felt his hand cover your mouth in an attempt to silence you. But that instead worked in your favor and allowed you to bite down firmly against him.

With a growl, Fang dropped you to the ground. Crumbling against the wet cold pavement, you feigned curling into a ball to protect yourself. The movement hid you pulling your vibro blade out.

“Stupid Bitch!” Fang swung his thick leg into your side forcing your body towards the wall. A smirk crossed his scaled lips as he approached you. Awake or unconscious, it didn’t matter to him, he’d take you either way.

You heard his large foot take its place next to your head before the feeling of your hair being pulled ripped through your body. Another scream left your lips as he lifted you. Like hell, you’d go down without a fight. Swinging the blade quickly you felt it make contact with his thigh. You were dropped to the ground with a thud and you listened as a growl of pain left him. Good.

Fang stumbled back as his leg began to bleed. Fucking human bitch, he’d kill you first then screw your corpse. It didn’t matter to him anymore. In front of him, you scrambled to stand and make your way to safety.

Turning your back towards him had been your biggest mistake. A large hand gripped the back of your neck and with just barely enough time to throw your arms up, your head was thrown into the wall. A gasp was ripped from your body as pain and something wet clouded your vision.

“Gonna teach ya a lesson,” Fang smirked as he used his foot to shove you into the wall. “Don’t know why my brothers claim human count is the best. You’re too much damn work.” Kneeling behind you, his hand wrapped around your throat tightly. “Better be fucking wor-“

His words were replaced with the sound of electricity followed by a thud. You couldn’t make anything out as you scrambled to turn around. Whatever was on your face had completely blocked your view. “S-stay back.” Your hand scrambled across the wet pavement for your vibroblade. It had to be here somewhere.

Something…familiar, gripped your hand carefully and placed your bald back into your hand. Quickly you wrapped both hands around it and raised it in whatever direction you thought the other person was in.

“It’s ok, miss. I won’t hurt ya.” John kept a safe distance from you but also tried to reassure you he wasn’t going to attack you. He’d stopped for directions to the tea shop and on his way in the right direction, he heard your screams and acted on an instinct he didn’t know had.

Your heart stopped at the sound of his voice. A voice that you’d heard so many times from so many faces but was also so painfully unique. This day hadn’t been fair to you, first, you’d heard his name more times than you’d wanted to, and now? Now you could swear that was his voice. Maybe you’d been working too hard? Or maybe you’d fallen asleep to his audio logs one too many times. Whatever this was, it was a cruel game being played on you by the universe. “W-what happened? Who are you?” It wasn’t him, you knew it wasn’t. The way he spoke wasn't how Tech used to. Whatever hope was building inside you was squashed with that singular thought.

“Names John. I tasered your attacker.” At least he hoped he was your attacker or else you two were into some interesting role-play. “Can’t say how long he’ll be down though. We should probably get moving.” Carefully he placed his hand on top of yours and lowered them to the ground. “Promise I won’t hurt ya.”

You chewed your lip for a moment, the taste of copper exploding in your mouth as you did so. Blood was what was running down your face. This was a gamble you’d have to take. “Shop behind us is mine.” You hissed as you tried to stand, it felt like a rib was broken. Maybe two. You blinked a few times trying to clear your vision, but failing in the process.

John moved quickly to help you stand, still trying to keep a safe distance from your blade. “Here, let me help ya.” When you nodded, he moved in front of you and went to grab your elbows, instead his hand missed and brushed across your breasts. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Leave it to man to try and cop a feel. A scoff came from your lips as she tried to find the hem of your shirt that was dry. Step one was to clear your eyes, step two was to slap whoever this was. But then he said something that made a lump form in your throat.

“Sorry if I offended you.”

No, it couldn’t actually be him. Your hand scrambled against the wall trying to find the panel for your door. New plan, get inside, clean your eyes, and if it is Tech. Kill him.

“Here. Let me help.” John paused as he looked at the panel. “Sorry to ask this but what’s your code.”

Your hands paused against the wall, changing the code was easy, but saying it out loud was hard. Swallowing, you pushed the lump down and allowed the words to come out. “ 9902”

John’s hand froze over the panel as something else pulled at his mind. That code was…familiar. Tapping in the code, John carefully maneuvered you into the back room of your shop before closing and locking the door. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

“Main Kitchen. Top shelf near the dried fruits, three to the right in a brilliant blue box marked five zero one.” A gift from Kix after Echo and the others had saved him from the Obrexta III.

“From what the boys have told me, you're a bit of a clutz. Probably good to have this on hand.” He’d passed it to you with a wink and a smile.

John moved you to the main kitchen carefully before helping you sit on the counter. “I’ll be right back.” Then he was off, into your kitchen to find the familiar-sounding box. Everywhere he looked he could see containers of tea leaves, fruits, and herbs. A marked container of dried berries let him know he was close.

“Mistress? You are currently bleeding from your right eyebrow. I recommend immediate medical action.” WA-7 loudly made her way over to you.

“Obviously, WA! Do me a favor and go get Echo. Quietly please.” The sound of a box scraping across the ground let you know she had turned.

WA-7 tilted her head at you for a moment before turning and making her way toward the office. “Of course mistress.”

“She goin' to get help?” John had found the kit and was now making his way back to you. It was a surprisingly heavy kit and with just a quick glance, he’d seen it was filled to the brim with supplies. It seemed like a lot for a simple tea shop. But who was he to judge?

A long sigh came from you as you heard the kit placed down. “Yeah. Trust me. She’s more useful doing that than helping us.” The sound of water turning on, hit your ears. Hopefully, that meant he was getting you something to clean your eyes.

“Not a fan of droids?” John carefully took your hand in his and placed the warm towel. Behind him, the water continued to run. “Let me know if ya need that rinsed.”

The hot water on the rag cut through the blood on your eyes easily. “Not that droid.” Two swipes and you felt your left eye becoming easier to open. “She’s more useless than anything. Can’t even begin to count how much time I spent trying to reprogram her.”

“You know how to program droids?” The cloth was passed back to him and John carefully rinsed it into the sink. The water ran red for a bit as he waited for you to answer.

“Kinda, my…” What had Tech been to you? Your lover? No, you’d never slept together and had only just kissed before he left. Your teacher? It felt like it was obviously more than that. “My…friend was teaching me before he died.”

John paused as he began to pass the cloth back to you. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Was that the right thing to say?

“Thanks.” Was all you could seem to say as you heard hurried boots coming towards the kitchen. The cloth ran across your eyes once more and finally, you could open them.

The moment Echo had heard you were bleeding, he was gone. The comm he’d been on with Rex remained open as he left the room and tried to figure out how you’d been hurt. Turning into the kitchen his feet stopped as he took in a man taller than you. A mess of brown curls hung to his ears and his slim form carefully moved to the side to reveal you on the counter. Who the hell was this?

John heard the sound of someone approaching and he figured it was one of your employees. Turning to introduce himself he heard a gasp from behind him.

You and Echo spoke in unison as the face of your helper was finally clear to see.

“Tech?”

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Pokémon Reborn Screenshot Let's Play: Chapter 32

Well, here I am again, now with several less wisdom teeth. But honestly, this chapter didn’t get delayed as much as I was worried it would be. It probably helps that I specifically planned to do the actual play session before the procedure, so that way all I’d have to worry about would be writing and post-making. Which honesty, is was less taxing during recovery compared to actual gameplay stuff and all the strategizing I tend to do during battles.

Another slight delay came in the form of a message I received, in which someone brought to my attention that my method of tagging every post of this Let's Play is kinda clogging up Tumblr's tagging system with regards to Pokémon Reborn? I didn't know, I don't check the Reborn tag in order to avoid spoilers, but I'm glad someone who does check it told me about it, I probably wouldn't have known otherwise. So, I spent a few hours going through the past sections, removing all the tags besides content warnings and Porygon Appreciation™, so if you notice any differences in the tags all of a sudden- that's why. From now on, I'll only be maintagging the actual main chapter posts (like this one)- hopefully that'll clean the tags up.

Anyways, I felt it was especially important to ensure I'm at my best both physically and mentally this time around, because here we are, on our way to deal with yet another PULSE! Yes, it's the culmination of this entire Apophyll Academy story arc, and I have no idea what to expect besides more Team Meteor hijinks. But I do have a feeling it’s gonna be big and dramatic in some way, like- we haven’t had a Rhodochrine Jungle moment in a while, so I feel like we’re due for something like that, right? Am I overthinking stuff?

Well, regardless of if I’m overthinking future plot developments or not, I still need to recap what happened last time to give proper context to how we got here. So, let’s take care of that!

Thanks to the tip from Lettie, Xera takes Amaria’s boat to Azurine Island, a swampy island in the middle of Azurine Lake, in order to investigate Team Meteor’s activities there.

Shortly after arrival, Xera finds an earring in a puddle- one belonging to the still-missing Cain, an indicator of his presence on the island.

While exploring the island, Xera is ambushed by Aster and Eclipse. After confirming Cain is held captive on the island, Eclipse remarks that Xera is on her own to deal with the two of them for once, and is eager for the opportunity to take care of the trespasser.

Despite being outnumbered 2 to 1, Xera is able to defeat Aster and Eclipse. At this moment, Aster lets it slip that Team Meteor has a secret lab on the island, to Eclipse’s chagrin.

Eclipse soon admits she feels sympathetic to the plight of Apophyll Academy. She knows about Kiki’s terminal illness and hates the idea of “kicking someone while they’re down”, given her own father’s issues. However, there is little she can do as a Team Meteor Private, so she instead gives Xera a hint to the lab’s location before retreating with Aster.

Xera is able to locate the secret lab inside an innocuous building at the heart of the island. Inside, Xera finds Taka contacting someone as well as Cain and a Camerupt inside prison cells.

According to Taka, Azurine Island used to be the center of the effort to breed Pokémon and repopulate the Reborn region- before Team Meteor shut down the project. Additionally, the Camerupt is the key to Team Meteor’s plans for Apophyll: they will use a PULSE on it to allow it to amplify enough reactive energy to erupt Pyrous Mountain, thus wiping out Apophyll Academy.

After informing Xera of this plan, Taka sends out his Pokémon to battle her- a challenge that Xera accepts.

Xera defeats Taka, who takes the loss in stride, not-so-subtly implying Xera should come to Pyrous Mountain to stop Team Meteor. Taka and his Grunts retreat with the Camerupt, leaving Xera free to open Cain’s cell.

Cain is initially eager to return to Apophyll to stop the eruption, only to realize the Grunts left something behind: a seemingly important package meant to be given to Commander Sirius. Cain opens the package, seeing nothing but a brooch with an emerald gem; with no clue as to its significance, he takes the item, just so Team Meteor doesn’t have it.

With Cain freed and the mysterious Emerald Brooch in their possession, he and Xera quickly take the boat back to Apophyll Academy. There, they join up with Victoria and quickly make their way to Pyrous Mountain to put a stop to Team Meteor’s plans.

So yeah, Chekhov’s Volcano is real and it’s about to blow up right on top of Apophyll Academy! And we can’t have that! Team Meteor’s done enough damage with just plants and water, you really think we’re gonna let them- hey wait. The PULSE Tangrowths messed with plants, PULSE Muk messed with water, and now PULSE Camerupt is gonna mess with a volcano- fire. Grass, water, fire…like the three starter types. Was that intentional?

Uuuuh…that tangent aside, let’s get started here! Let’s climb that volcano at long last!

*CW: minor gore, death

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13*

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

[evansbby]

My notes as I’m reading WG 3 (spoiler alert)

Buckle up, babes, it’s a doozy, I mean, not a 21k word doozy, but nonetheless. And I hope at least someone felt the same way

- ugh, not Curtis being better to Wanda than either Ari or Steve has been. He was lowkey a creep tho??

- Yay, Ari came to find her #teamAri

- Lol at Ari calling Steve a slimeball (he really is one. I’m calling it now)

- Props for not folding during the spanking. You go girl. Call him out on not making you his gf

- Not Ari catching himself almost saying ILY Oop

- Period. You do deserve better than late night dates

- *gasp* he’s not gonna fight for her??

- Crying at the slammed door

- Not Wanda dating Curtis and him acting like he doesn’t know anything 🙄

- I REFUSE to believe Sharon was so blind to Ari cheating on her but why’s she being so nice about the dress? Is Ari that good to her?

- Lol at Ari calling Steve volatile but I bet he lowkey is

- Ari calling Steve bad news? It’s gotta be true. I know it

- Lol at Wanda calling her not Curtis’s type

- Oh Steve. What are you doing at practice??? You’re a filthy liar. NOT a gentleman

- Steve out here being a little TOO forward and Sharon’s so nice but SO blind. What does she mean Ari’s not possessive?? Why is he even with her? What on earth could be tethering the two????

- Lol at the stare-down over ‘lame boy stuff’

- I know Steve is unhinged but him calling Curtis a “Bald fuck” is hilarious

- *omg. Half of these are about name-calling. Do I have the humor of a 12-year-old boy?*

- Lol at Jensen the little announcer. What a cutie

- 🥺poor Jensen lost his glasses

- *GASP* it hit her in the face

- Ari to the rescue

- Ari praise in the bathroom? Yes please.

- ARI APOLOGIZED!!! (But sadly not for everything) THE KISS!!! Sharon better not walk in with the ice…

- ARI PLS JUST TELL HER WHAT STEVE DID

- LOL Sharon, you’re too kind with the ice haha

- Not Steve threatening her on the date. Isn’t he dating her to make Ari jealous tho?? Even just a little bit?

- Ofc she’s smiling at the thought of her ‘date’ with Ari. Idk where this date is going with Steve but I’m scared

- Lol you’re so British for specifying still water. I love it

- Not Kira being scared of Steve. That’s a bad sign

- Omg why did Kira drop out? Is Steve implying it has to do with Ari??

- Steve, you slimeball trying to seduce her before the date. Is it all a ruse????

- IT WAS A RUSE. AND WHY DOESNT HE UNDERSTAND SHE WANTS TO GO HOME??

- Steve, give the girl a shirt that isn’t ripped and send her home.

- Not Steve punching the wall 🤦🏻‍♀️typical frat bro behavior

- “Stop struggling for one second”??????? STEVE!!! YOURE INSANE. I CALLED IT!!!

- Oh Kira, you girl boss. Way to step in. Perfectly timed

- *GASP* ARI BROKE UP WITH SHARON. SOUND THE ALARMS. What do you mean you don’t care????

- Obviously Ari recognizes the hoodie. Something def happened with Kira

- Bestie, Ari’s not acting. Let him care for you

Questions:

1. TEAM ARI BISH. I KNEW IT THE WHOLE TIME AND I TOLD Y’ALL

2. Steve is so unhinged and definitely has some issues he has to work through. MY question is how was Kira able to snap him out of it so easily??

3. Wanda is an ok friend. She’s just a little selfish but obvi doesn’t know what really happened with Curtis and Ari. Can’t really blame her for that even tho she’s a little insensitive

4. Like I said, something def happened between Ari and Kira, but that still doesn’t explain why Ari says Steve is bad news. What was the extent of Steve’s dark past???

I love you for making this but I think I have more questions than when I started. Hopefully Ari will keep pining after her and wait outside her door. Lord knows this girl needs mental support but idk if it’s best to come from Ari. Who could possibly help her truly heal? Does she just need a little time? And what difference would that make then if Ari is a senior and she’s a freshman? What’s supposed to happen when he graduates and if he goes pro??? And also, what on earth was making Ari hold onto Sharon for so long?

Omg I love this sm! I love that you gave a play by play commentary of notes as you read the fic! Thank you sooo much for this, I love it so much! 🥹🥹🥹🩷

Yasss you caught Ari almost dropping the L bomb!!! I love doing that in my fics hehehe it happened in poyt too!!

AND OMG yes thank you for noticing “bald fuck” bc that made me giggle bahahaha. Unhinged!Steve has some funny insults in him I can’t lie!

AND OMFG DO ONLY BRITISH PEOPLE SPECIFY STILL WATER??? Help I thought everyone did that! Bc how are you supposed to differentiate it from sparkling water??? If he’s giving her a bottle of water and he’s rich so he deffo has both still and sparkling in his fridge so he’s gonna ask her which one right??? AM I CRAZY JSNXJSJSJS

Oh and bestie Kira is not afraid of Steve! She was just anxious bc someone she didn’t know was in the house! She’s not good with people she doesn’t know! Bc if you reread the scene, Kira literally comes into the kitchen looking for Steve! And she’s the one who is able to stop him when he’s going insane at the end… so she is definitely definitely not afraid of Steve!!! That’s her big bro 🥹🥹

BESTIEEEEE thank you so much for reviewing!!! This was a pleasure to read! I love how enthusiastically you are on team Ari! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Random unhinged undertale rambling

The design for Sans and Papyrus is very deliberate with the fact they are always smiling, and their expressiveness comes from the movement of their eye(socket)s. This is not only because they are skeletons, but its also important to note that, even at their lowest points, they both still have big goofy smiles on their face, conveying both Papyrus nature of never giving up hope in people and Sans’ continuing to “put on a happy face” even when faced with the monumental existential dread of knowing that anything that happens, good or bad, matters because of the way time works in the world of Undertale. This isn’t to say that they shouldn’t show emotion but ATTENTION NEEDS TO BE PAID TO HOW THEY SHOW THIS EMOTION IF YOU ARE TRYING TO BE TRUE TO THE CHARACTERS.

Secondly, what makes Sans such an interesting character is the fact that he has gone almost fully numb. He knows how helpless he is to actually change anything and has, for the most part, accepted it and instead of ruminating on it, he’s decided to have a bit of fun with it, and because if he acts friendly it might at least minimize the damage the human will do. He doesn’t even really seem to care all that much when Papyrus dies, unless you specifically PROVOKE him by killing ONLY papyrus at which point he will either call you out for being a Hypocrite or “Ah, you’re just an asshole then. At least you’re honest about it.” because once again, anything that happens GOOD OR BAD will be reset and doesn’t really matter.

Yes, he did make a promise with Toriel, and he outright tells you that if he didn’t do so, he would’ve killed you almost immediately. However, he WILL break this promise if the human threatens him directly. This implies one of two things: Either he is so bound to this promise to this person he barely knows that he will stand by as the human murders everyone he cares about, but no so much that he is willing to die because of it OR that the promise is more of a justification to himself to allow the human the freedom to make their own choices.

Now admittedly this is where I go a bit into my headcanon, but bear with me, I do have quite a bit of media analysis to back this up.

MY PERSONAL INTERPRETATION OF THE STORY is that the narrative is... Well the best way I can put this (hopefully) without sounding unhinged is that if you took the story, changed the names and setting while keeping the core themes, characters and events of the story, you could have a passable sort of sequel to Paradise Lost, namely the War in Heaven and christian mythos. STAY WITH ME PLEASE I KNOW THIS SOUNDS INSANE BUT HEAR ME OUT I BEG YOU I MUST SHARE THIS INSANITY WITH OTHERS PLEASE THIS IS JUST ME INTERPRETING THE SYMBOLISM AND DRAWING LITERARY PARALLELS NOT ME CLAIMING THAT UNDERTALE IS ACTUALLY A STORY ABOUT GOD AND THE DEVIL JUST THAT TOBY FOX MAY HAVE BEEN INSPIRED BY THE STORIES

I’m just saying that, in some twisted way, it could be a story of Lucifer returning to Heaven

1. What kicks it off the events of Undertale is a large scale war between the Humans and Monsters, and while the monsters are the ones banished, the end result is practically the same: Separation between monsters(Angel stand in) and humans (Demon stand in) Humans/Demons did BAD THING and now the two worlds have been separated

2. Im just gonna get this over with and say Asriel (Who’s name is based on Azrael, an angel) COULD be looked at as a stand in for Jesus, an envoy of the monsters who left the undergound with a message of peace and was killed because of it. This is admittedly the weakest point I have considering Azrael is the angel of death, and the whole thing with Chara muddying it up, but my brain gave me the idea of comparing the funny goat boy to jesus christ and I had to at least mention it

3. A common interpretation I tend to see is that the underground is “Hell” and in my opinion, this does not line up with the themes and imagery within Undertale. In Undertale, the humans are the aggressors, and while the monsters are willing to fight to defend themselves, they are almost always willing to make peace if given the right opportunity.

4. The Human is referred as to as being “Fallen” and the Prophecy of The Deltarune symbol describes him as an angel. Put these two facts together, the human is a Fallen Angel.

5. Toriel’s name is Toriel because shes acts as Tu-Toriel. This has nothing to do with anything except that when searching for the origin of her name, I found out that this STUPID pun has gone over my head for the last almost 8 years and now here it is for anyone else who’s missed it.

6. Taking what I said about Sans giving the human a chance to make their own decisions and running with it, Sans acts as the sort of “God” character. This sounded insane to me at first but then I realized you literally meet him in LIGHT BATHED CHURCH WHERE HE PASSES JUDGEMENT ON THE HUMAN and the whole game he acts as an almost omnipresent observer.

7. Now for the endings

Neutral: Reuniting Humans/Hell and Monsters/Heaven is deemed untenable at the current moment due to the actions (or lack of action) the human has taken, but both sides might walk away either a little bit wiser or with a renewed sense of division. Either way, the Underground is changed forever

Pacifist: The human has turned away from violence, even in the most difficult of scenarios. Asriel is reminded of the love they once shared with humans and the two sides become one again. The Lucifer-standin has clearly changed and is brought back into the fold

Genocide: “Lucifer” returns and enacts violence against everything, reigniting the War in Heaven but is now unstoppable. After killing both “God” and “Jesus” they are left with nothing except Chara. I disagree that Chara is the devil or satan, but instead is the personification of violence itself, fueled by ambition, to “gain power and defeat the enemy” which is what caused Lucifer to be cast out to begin with. They ask you/Lucifer if you’d like to finish what the two of you have started and if you have the gall to say no, they “gently” remind you that THEY have always been been in control: Lucifer’s ambition to wipe out Heaven and YOU, THE PLAYER’S ambition to “beat” the game to its fullest extent, even if it means going against the themes of the game, leaving Undertale to be cast aside and uninstalled to for the next game you to beat: “Erase this world and move onto the next”

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Hello!

I am Aaron an elite four member from Sinnoh, I specialize in bug types and I also love bug types so you’ll mostly see things centered around them.

I’m a minor from the Sinnoh region and I go by he/him pronouns, I do travel a lot and I’m gonna be dragged off to a trip to the Paldea region soon to look at the school so expect some posts from there pretty soon!

The main Pokémon you’ll see me talk about are

My Scizor, Scissors, he’s a bit of a neat freak, always polishing his body and making sure the metal is as shiny as possible, he’s caused several car accidents due to the glare on his body.

My Drapion, Scorpio, him and Stinger are best buds and are rarely seen without the other, they act like brothers and it’s adorable, he’s very protective of everyone especially little Stinger though that gets annoying sometimes because if I need to bath Stinger he often will hide Stinger from me and Queenie

My Skorupi, Stinger, as mentioned with Scorpio he is always following Scorpio around and they act like brothers, he is very messy and is somehow always covered with mud no matter where we are, Scissor is terrified of him due to the mud and he is impossible to bathe

My Beautifly, Robert, he was my first Pokémon and I would say he’s always been there for me but he kinda ran away for several years and I just got him back, he’s the heart of the group and is very determined, seriously if he wants something he will get it, no matter what

And finally, my ace Vespiquen, her name is Queenie and she is kinda scary, she is always followed by at the very least 3 Combee but I’ve seen at least fifty, she keeps us all in line even if that involves having 50+ Combee swarm us all at once

I have a lot more Pokémon then this but these are the important ones and the ones you’ll hear about most I’ll probably introduce a few others in the future but I’d say that’s good for now I hope I’ll have fun here in this strange place!

Ooc: Hey there! I hopefully should post here regularly I might forget sometimes but I’ll try to be regular, note that due to the lack of info on Aaron I will be using a lot of my personal head cannons and implied details from the Anime and games. I have not read the Manga and I have not played masters (though I am planning to eventually) so any information from those is just from skimming Bulbapedia.

Some basic rules/ things to know

1. Both irl ooc me and Aaron in universe are minors (at least he appears to be, in this blog he’s 16) so no 18+ things.

2. If my Aaron does not match your interpretation that’s great! Just don’t harass me or anybody else about how ours are wrong because yours is different.

3. This is an irl Pokémon blog, meaning that I am acting as if Pokémon were real so that’s why I’m talking about Pokémon like Scizor and Combee as if they were real.

4. I am roleplaying the character Aaron from Pokémon, so I am trying my best to act as he would if he had a Tumblr blog.

5. I often struggle with things like grammar and sentence structure, I always have and probably always will, so if my sentences are hard to read or understand please just tell me and I’ll make sure that I try to fix the issue

(Note, I do not believe that there are any other active Aaron blogs atm but if there is I am not aware)

[timetravelprincess05]

This looks so much fun!! I’m ALWAYS in the mood to answer anything Back to the Future related! Let’s gooooo!

1. My favorite way of seeing the trilogy used to be on my dvd boxed set i’ve owned since i was a kid. Looking it up online, it came out in 2002 and i’ve been a fan since at *least* 2006-2007? It’s definitely aged not only because the art is worn. It also skips in a few places and when the picture display on a flat tv is in letterbox format LOL! So now i watch it on the 25th anniversary box set.

I love watching it with my partner, even though we’re still long distance. And it’s not on any streaming site (for free)…

2. Omg i have thought about this for YEARS! (No pun intended) Hmmm… Probably good ol’ 1985.

3. Does a photo with Michael J Fox count?? 😭

4. I think i’d get along with Marty (and hopefully Doc) wonderfully. I’m also the youngest in my family and although my family is more similar to when he comes back from the past the first time (when George is a author and Lorraine is not drunk), they’re less…. happy. I also just relate to his nature of feeling like he doesn’t really belong anywhere, has to stand up for himself, but he’s still so kind and brave.

For Doc, science is a 50/50 subject to me, but Doc makes it seem interesting and fun, and honestly just radiates safe father figure. And i LOVE THAT. Being a massive reader, i would love to go to him and be like “Check out this new novel i read!” Only for him to endearingly be like “I don’t understand why x and x have to/did…” or just be somewhere to go when i have family troubles.

These two are my comfort characters, you have no idea! ❤️

4. I’m tempted to say none, however, i would change one detail in the scene where Biff is with Lorraine in the car. It wasn’t until i was older and experienced a… situation… That i realizes what he was doing. I’d change it to maybe a heavy make out session? Or just something where it doesn’t imply that’s what he’s doing. In the novel of the book, it’s worse because it almost outright says it.

5. Definitely the game! I played it years ago and wanna play it again, but don’t have the consoles to. Bummer :(

6. I haven’t yet! I keep putting it off lol. I hope one day i can see it live.

7. Oooo probably more time with Clara and Doc before Marty? I adore Marty, but i wanna hear more about the seven(?) months of them in the timeline where they are in a relationship before he comes to rescue Doc and subsequently Clara. You know what? More Seamus and Maggie (plus William) as well! I have SO many questions and adore that lil family!!

8. The watch Marty wears (yes, the one that is always messing up lol) was a gift from Doc.

9. Biff Tannen or Bufford Tannen!!

10. Dang, that’s a good question… *Maybe* Rock n’ Roll Fantasy?

11. Probably why does Marty only drink/order sugar free things? I know about the joke in Lou’s diner, and it probably sets it up for that. But i’m looking for the in-universe answer.

12. Hmm.. Define aspect. I’m gonna just gonna say all of it! Lol

13. God, these are amazing questions! Top memory has to go to when i went to Orlando, Florida and saw one of Delorean’s used in the movie and the time train! I even met an actor who pretended to be Doc. He was so on point! That was when i was 12-13. I hope to go back one day

14. I definitely would have liked that moment filled out for sure. Or the moment between the McFly family in the 1800’s eating supper and the morning where Seamus takes Marty to the train tracks. So many possibilities!

15. Does Clara count? She’s SUCH a role model for a GOOD female character! Kind, smart, knows how to stick up for herself, and knows how to chase after what she wants! Oooo i strive to be like her!!

16. The fur babies!! Ahhhh!!! ….Copernicus. Smoll boy

17. The main theme! Part three! Goosebumps

when “The End” appears every time ❤️

18. Classic skateboardz

19. Either the cowboy outfit with the poncho or classic white shirt and suspenders :)

20. In 1955, while he’s tinkering with the Delorean and building the “not built to scale” model of Hill Valley :)

21. Any of them! But i did a closet cosplay of Marty (minus the red vest) a few back for a college costume contest and won $10!

22. Three, one, and two! :D

23. I couldn’t dare!

24. Gotta go classic #1

25. I can’t pick oneeeee!

26. Probably one of the beginning scenes where Marty busts out of detention

27. The McFly house or the Clocktower!

28. BOTH!!

29. Marty would be the perfect age to try the first computer when it comes out!

30. N/A

❤️❤️❤️

⚡back to the future ask game!

decided to make this litte ask game for y'all fellow bttf fans! have fun :D

📽️what is your favorite way of seeing the trilogy and who do you like watching it with?

🕰️if you were to insert yourself into the trilogy, what year would you come from?

💵what is a piece of bttf merch that you really really want (but can't afford)?

😊if you could be best friends with one of the characters, who would you choose and why?

🎞️if you could change one scene from any of the movies, which one would you change and how?

🎮what is your favorite bttf extended media (the game, comics, musical etc.)?

🎵if you have listened to the musical soundtrack, which song is your favorite and why?

✒️you are hired to write/draw a new bttf comic, and it can be about whatever you want. what in the bttf universe would you want to expand on?

👀share a random headcanon you have about your favorite character!

💢which one of the characters would you want to punt into the sun the most? (feel free to include the new characters from the expanded media as well, there are certainly a few of them who would deserve it)

🎼if you have one, share a song that you associate with your favorite character!

❓what is one question you would love to ask bob gale?

❤️this is probably a hard question to answer, but what is your favorite aspect about the bttf trilogy/franchise?

💭share a favorite memory related to back to the future!

⌛choose a timespan in the trilogy that wasn't shown on screen (e.g. the time between november 5 and the monday where marty goes to the school to introduce his parents). how would you have filled that moment out?

➡️what is your favorite side character in the trilogy and why?

🐶einstein or copernicus? (you MUST choose >:) )

🎸what is your favorite piece of movie soundtrack? (can be orchestral or any other!)

🛹skateboard or hoverboard?

🧒what is your favorite marty outfit?

👨‍🔬what is your favorite doc outfit?

🎭what bttf cosplay do you want to own?

🏅rank the movies in the trilogy (if possible)!

🎥what character in the movies would you like to play if you had the chance to?

🚗what is your favorite version of the delorean? part 1, part 2 or part 3?

��what is your favorite scene in the trilogy?

✍️if you have read any of the alternate screenplays, what is a scene you wish would have made it into the movies?

🏡what filming location do you want to visit the most?

🎢what bttf attraction do you wish universal had, or do you want them to just bring back the bttf ride? or maybe both?

⏲️what time period would you want marty to travel to and what would you want him to do? for fun or for something serious?

💫if you have any bttf related wips, here's the oppurtunity to ramble about them!

[haruchuiyo]

Hi! Hope you doing great ^^

Can i request for bonten's reaction when they have gen z! Reader as a hostage. Maybe the reader is a assurance for their shit head father who have a lot of debt with bonten. But the reader being the gen z they are supprising bonten with their personality! You can make it into headcanons or scenario, or whatever you want it to be. Its a crack imagine so i hope you enjoying yourself while write this. Thank you so much for letting me request!

This was kinda funny to write, hopefully it was funny to you guys as well lmao. And thank you for requesting this, have a nice day/night! — Kei

cw: strong and vulgar language, mentions of blood, lots of implied sexual jokes (bad jokes probs lmao), mentions of death, usage of pet names like sweetheart, sweet cheeks, baby and sir. Mikey lowkey has a sir-kink ;)

I tried to make this gender neutral as possible, so do not hesitate to message me or point out if there’s any pronouns used!

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS-

PART 1

NOT PROOF READ

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Aight

You were just lazing around on the couch, watching the tv when your world went dark.

And when you woke up, you were in a big room, with dried blood here and there and some men standing just a few meters away.

Adjusting your sight, you couldn’t move and you realized you were chained to the chair. Quickly realizing you were kidnapped, you look around yourself.

A man in mullet with scars on his lips was looking at you with a big smile on his face. He looked manic. Then there was a another one sitting on a wooden box like his life was taken out of him.

“He looks kind of cute. Especially with that blonde bowl cut.“ you thought to yourself.

“Am I kidnapped?” You spoke up. No one expected you to speak so some were in shock but quickly adjusted themselves.

“Do you know what for?” Some tall guy in slicked back hair and suits spoke up.

“I know my fucking father is in a lot of debt but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna have to be involved, what the fuck.” You spit out nonchalantly. This peculiar attitude amused the guys in the room.

“What the fuck is up with that goofy smile on you guys? Something on myself?” You look at yourself, your chest and so on and see that you wore a simple white tank top and black sweatpants.

“Are you guys for real checking my chest out? Talk about sexual harassment what the fuck it’s freezing cold in here.” Not so soon after you said that, someone took of their blazer and placed it on yourself. It was the ‘scars on the corner of his lips’ guy.

“Well thank you, we have a gentleman here even though this is just a vest which won’t be much of a help.” You giggle out.

“Did we get the right kid?” The cute guy from before spoke up, still sitting on that wooden box.

“They’re to eccentric to have such a fucked up father.” A another guy in mullet with purple dyed hair spoke up.

“Can you guys let me go? These ropes hurt.” You pout, trying to use your charms to convince the men in the room.

“Ain’t working, sweetheart but nice try.” Blonde guy with one side of his head shaved off spoke up.

“Mmm that’s such a nice pet name, call me that even more.” You shuddered as some laughed at your behavior.

“Am I gonna be killed? The manic guy over there,” you point to the scars guy with your head. “He looks ready to chop me off.” You laugh out.

“No one is chopping the other one up. We just need to talk.” The cute guy speaks up and stands down on the ground from the wooden box.

“Your father is in debt to us.” He starts off. “Yes I know that, sir.” The way you address their leader was so serious yet so endearing that they couldn’t help but chuckle. Mikey looks at you disbelief.

“It’s Mikey, not sir.” He says. “Yes sir.” You say back with a grin on your face.

‘They’re taunting him.’ Everyone in the room thought the same.

“We took you to our headquarters to discuss how to pay back the debt your idiot of a father has.” Mikey continued on.

“Whys that my problem? It’s not like it’s me who’s in debt.” You say, genuinely confused and annoyed.

“It was in the contract he signed.” Mikey tells you.

“That’s not how contracts work, cutie.”

And that was the drop for the scars guy to burst out laughing, the purple dyed mullet guy grins and the rest just watched in amusement.

“The contracts he signed works like a inheritance. Kinda.” Mikey says. And it clicked in your head.

“Why? Is my idiotic father dead?”

“No.”

“Then why am I here? He can still pay his filthy money back.”

“He can’t.”

“That’s a you-problem then.” You shrug your shoulders.

Mikey sighs.

“Look, I just turned eighteen and as soon as I did that I cut off all contacts I’ve had with my father. So whatever shit he pulls is not my deal.” You tell Mikey, hoping it could convince him.

“I like this one.” The purple dyed man speaks up.

“I’m not into older men, sorry but you’re hot though.” You gave a playful wink to purple dyed guy. He twitched back in shock.

Switching the subject, you look at all the men in the room.

“Is that fucking dried blood?” You squint at some corners in the room. “Yeah.” Mikey sighs out as he goes back to sit on his wooden box.

“Nice ass Mikey.” You clicked your tongue as Mikey looks back at you in pure shock. You heard some stifle their laughter.

“Be aware of what you say, sweet cheeks. Or you’re gonna regret it.” Slicked back hair speaks up. Clearly thinking of the dark impulse Mikey has.

“Regret having him in between my legs? Oh sure I won’t regret it.” You say dreamily, acting oblivious to the actual meaning of the slicked back hairs guys words.

“Can you guys tell me your names? It’s kind of hard to keep saying slicked back hair to the that dude over there, manic to that motherfucker and I will keep calling Mikey sir.” You grin towards Mikey who looks at you a little bit exasperated.

Soon after they introduced themselves.

“This felt like the first day of school where we had to introduce ourselves and our hobbies.” You giggle out.

“Anyways, which one of you kidnapped me from my apartment?” You ask.

“I did.” Kakucho speaks up.

“Wait you? No way! How did you do it? And also did you have to hit so hard on the head? It still kinda hurts what the fuck.”

“Does this creature ever breath?” Kokonoi says. “I don’t actually.” You retort back.

“You had your door unlocked.” Kakucho says. “Wait what? I thought I locked it.” You gasp in shock.

“Well you didn’t.” Kakucho retorts back.

“Man, I need to lock my doors next time.”

“Next time?” Kakucho speaks up again.

“Yeah. Why? Am I for real gonna die?” You tried to give them a puppy eye look. But it looked funny for those who saw it.

“You look so fucking stupid.” Sanzu laughs.

“Been known since I got pushed out of my mamas pussy.” Your vulgar and strong language is such a sight to behold for some of the guys in the room. It’s amusing.

“Do y’all get some action though? I mean I’m free.” You joke once again.

“I thought you said you aren’t into older men.” Rindou speaks up. “You’re still thinking about what I said?” You grin at him as he sighs in disbelief.

“They’re unbelievable.” Rindou whispers lowly to Ran.

“Are you guys brothers ?” You ask, genuinely curious. “We are brothers, baby. Are you into brothers rather than older men?” Ran flirts back playfully.

“Look, this one can take and make jokes. Take notes everyone.” You gasp out in shock at the energy Ran gave back to you.

“We gonna have to deal with you later.” Mikey speaks up out of nowhere. “Talk about this with anyone and you have your consequences.” Mikey tells you with a warning as Mochizuki unties the rope on your hands.

“Of course sir.” You were about to go down on your knees when Mikey sent you a glare so annoyed and angry, you immediately straightened your back.

“Wouldn’t wanna upset my sir.”

“You already did.”

“So you do like it when you’re being called sir.” You gasp out, wiggling your eyebrows playfully at Mikey.

“Shut the fuck up and leave.” Mikey looks away.

“I know your cute ass is laughing. See you guys next time. Hopefully we get to bang and hang.” Your last words before you fully left the building has had the bonten men laughing and Mikey couldn’t believe his ears along with Kakucho.

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It’s so difficult to know what kind of tags to use when it comes to fics like this 💀

For more parts, check my masterlist!

[pikahlua]

Chapter 359: “The one closest to Izuku Midoriya”

First on the docket today is the deep dive you all deserve.

The official English translation for chapter 359 is not yet published, but everyone is already freaking out over it. I’m here to tell you: it’s okay, relax. No, really, don’t get worked up.

I mean, sure, there have been plenty of odd choices in the My Hero Academia English translation, that’s fair. And if MHA is your hyperfocus du jour, the nuance lost in translation can be pretty frustrating. Heck, I’m a literary analysis and criticism ultranerd, so I’m right there with you on the righteous indignation front.

But you must direct your fury at the correct target. I’m telling you right now this isn’t a hill worth dying on, and I will happily go into my reasoning in disgusting detail. Save your mental health and let me tell you all about a special little dialogue bubble and how it’s definitely gonna get butchered in translation and there’s nothing any of us can do about it. It’s not the first victim of this problem, and it certainly won’t be the last.

The truth is, translation is hard. And it’s all the fault of one evil overlord to be revealed in due time.

Hopefully my explanation will put you at ease and help you through all the weird translations we’ve had and will continue to have in this story. And by put you at ease I mean let you in on my little secret that I cope with on an hourly basis:

TABLE OF CONTENTS I. The literal translation in way more detail than was ever necessary II. The evil overlord at fault III. Relationships don’t work like that IV. Except for when they do V. All For One likes his narratives

I. The literal translation in way more detail than was ever necessary

Here it is, the line that you’re all losing your marbles over.

From my initial translation:

“If there is one point of interest [I have in you, it’s that] you are the one closest to Izuku Midoriya.”

ただ一点興味があるとすれば君は緑谷出久と最も仲が良い ただいってんきょうみがあるとすればきみはみどりやいずくともっともなかがいい tada itten kyoumi ga aru to sureba kimi wa Midoriya Izuku to motto mo naka ga ii

And now presenting your painfully descriptive translation of each bit.

Speech bubble 1:

tada = just/only

itten = one point

Speech bubble 2:

kyoumi = interest

ga = grammar particle indicating a subject of a phrase or sentence

aru = to be (nonliving things)/to have

to sureba = grammar pattern meaning “in the case of [preceding statement]; assuming [preceding statement]; if A then B“

Combined speech bubbles 1-2:

Literally: “Assuming just one point of having interest,”

Contextually: “If I have just one point of interest in you,” where all the pronouns are implied by the context of the previous conversation.

Speech bubble 3:

kimi = you

wa = grammar particle indicating the topic of a statement

Speech bubble 4:

Midoriya Izuku = that’s his name don’t wear it out

to = grammar particle indicating an inclusive conjunction such as “with” or “and”

motto mo = adverb that means “most; best; extremely” (the adjective it modifies is “ii” further down)

naka = relation/relationship in the general sense; it’s worth noting this is the first kanji in the word “nakama,” which is worth looking up if you’ve never heard it before but have watched any shounen anime in your life

ga = grammar particle indicating a subject of a phrase or sentence

ii = adjective that means “good” but has versatile utility, particularly in idiomatic expressions

-->naka ga ii = close/intimate/good relationship

Combined speech bubbles 3-4:

Literally: “As for you, with Midoriya Izuku the most good relationship.”

Contextually: “You are the best relationship with Midoriya Izuku.”

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I think you can see how tricky this particular line would be to translate into English and have it make sense.

"Naka ga ii” is basically on the whole an adjective. There is no adjective in English that means “(most) good relationship,” and if there was, it’d be difficult to get across the generic sense of the word “relationship” without some weird English-only connotations. No matter what, you’d be hard-pressed to find any two translators who would treat this sentence the exact same way.

So the best I can do is explain my own logic to help you follow along with another translator’s logic, because we’re all gonna have different meanings we’re trying to preserve.

Here was the note I left on my first translation:

(Note: Literally, “motto mo” means “most” and “naka ga ii” means “good or intimate relation/relationship.” It’s not that this is necessarily a romantic or platonic phrase. AFO is just pointing out that the deepest, most important relationship Izuku has is with Katsuki. Take that how you will.)

I knew no matter what I was going to lose some nuance in English, so I left the above note to point out the meaning in the grammar I was trying to preserve. This allows you to come to your own conclusions about my translation and Horikoshi’s meaning. I said “Take that how you will” because...well...I knew everyone would take it however they wanted to lol. I don’t have any interest in setting your expectations when it comes to shipping or whatever, even if I have my own interest in the relationship between Izuku and Katsuki. I think it would be dishonest if I didn’t point out the vagueness of the word “naka” because ambiguity in prose is...fun to dissect.

There are plenty of “official” translations in MHA I dislike, and I have fizzled and fumed over many a “bad choice” in that regard. But it wasn’t Caleb’s name I was cursing as I shook my fist at the sky in anger.

II. The evil overlord at fault

The perpetrator I curse is the English language.

Shit gets lost in translation. There is no avoiding that fact.

I do these debatably “literal” translations precisely because MHA doesn’t come with a page on the side explaining the context like a Shakespeare play might. You have to understand, I do not envy the official translator’s job at all. It is quite the task to try to capture the complete meaning of something in any other language let alone something in Japanese and properly translate it into English in a way that sounds natural and makes complete sense. Japanese has different grammar for levels of politeness, and those same patterns can be polite or rude just depending on who is talking to whom. Japanese drops pronouns and shit like that all the time. Japanese considers plurals a suggestion. Japanese has all its own little idioms and social contexts that a dictionary will never be able to explain succinctly. You think I’m such an English wordsmith I can figure out that impossible translation puzzle? Screw that.

I hate the “bolster” translation in chapter 318/321, but not because I hate the translator. I hate it because I can’t think of a good translation either. The word in question means to “complement/complete something that is broken.” What do you do with that in English? “Izuku Midoriya needs someone who can restore his broken form to completion and complement his strengths so they make up an all-powerful superhero icon?” Who the hell talks like that? Other than my awkward ass, I mean.

There are plenty of examples like that, but I might as well just go back to the original sentence in question. I don’t have a perfect English translation for chapter 359. All I can do is explain what I was trying to preserve in my choices:

“You are the one closest to Izuku Midoriya.”

As I explained before, “naka ga ii” doesn’t label a particular type of relationship, so I can’t use “friend” if I want to preserve that vagueness, and I do. I do want to preserve it. Not only because I think it’s good to have ambiguity in prose or because I think it’s good to not necessarily put every relationship into a neat little box but because there is a cultural context point that is ever-present throughout the entire MHA manga: the fact that Izuku and Katsuki are childhood friends.

“Childhood friends” is another awful translation, because there really is no English equivalent for osananajimi, which is the real word everyone uses to describe them. Please look this up. I don’t have time to go into the nuances and intricacies and implications and tropes of this word. Just know that “friends” is...reductive of the true meaning here. Osananajimi carries with it an implication that the “childhood friends” know each other on a special level because they grew up together before developing their sense of social personas, in-groups and out-groups (honne and tatemae play in here a lot), and such. It doesn’t mean that this relationship is necessarily romantic (although it’s used a lot in romantic tropes); it’s just an important type of relationship for which the English language doesn’t distinguish and many western cultures don’t have any context. It explains why Izuku calls Katsuki “Kacchan” still, and why characters like Shouto make assumptions in the sports festival about how well they must know each other, and why the story treats their “childhood friendship gone wrong” as ironic and a bit of a subversion.

But while I want to avoid the word “friend” because of the “childhood friends” issue, the fact remains that all official English translations do use the phrase “childhood friends,” so the word “friend” would at least be cohesive with their own previous translations. And I begrudgingly don’t have a better English translation than “childhood friends” to use, so I can’t hold that against anyone.

I also have to decide what “ii/good” means in this context. “Most” + “good” = “best” in English, but is that what the story is really trying to convey here? My translation note says “AFO is just pointing out that the deepest, most important relationship Izuku has is with Katsuki.” Is Katsuki the person Izuku cares most about, more than anybody else? Is that what you think I’m trying to convey?

No, actually.

III. Relationships don’t work like that

I don’t think most people are doing this, but if you’re actually out there somewhere arguing over whom Izuku loves more, you’re no better than AFO. No one thinks in these terms in normal life. Izuku doesn’t keep track of his Love Relationship Stat with everyone in his life and measure on an absolute scale who matters the most to him. Be careful, because I see people getting dragged into this debate without realizing it, and what’s usually happening is that the arguers are talking over each others’ heads. You’re not talking about the same things.

Izuku has different relationships with different people, and of course he cares about them all. He cares deeply about many of them, in fact.

“You are the one closest to Izuku Midoriya.”

I thought long and hard about this translation since I claim to translate as literally as I possibly can. I decided that in the context of “osananajimi” and “naka ga ii,” Horikoshi was probably going for two things.

Number One: How well Izuku and Katsuki know each other compared to anyone else.

Osananajimi (“childhood ‘friends’”) and naka ga ii (“[most] intimate relationship”) don’t necessarily mean that the relationship in question has to be a romantic one, or even a good or positive one. These terms are predicated on how well the two people understand each other. MHA demonstrates that even when Izuku and Katsuki are on bad terms there are just some things they intuitively get about each other that no one else seems to. The bond Izuku and Katsuki have is unique and nothing they’ll ever be able to recreate with anyone else just by nature of their having grown up together.

The best English word I could think of for this was “close.” But even that has some connotations in English that could just be baggage in this case. Still, it’s the best I’ve got.

So when my note gave the shorthand explanation of “deepest,” I was referring to the amount of time and understanding between these two. I don’t have a metric stick to hold up and compare their relationship in quantifiable terms to any other. There are things Izuku’s mother will know about him no one else does. But the nature of that relationship is just...different from this one.

It’s not a zero-sum game. Relationships don’t work like that.

IV. Except for when they do

Number Two: Horikoshi is writing a story, and he has character sheets and notes.

Regarding my translation note describing their relationship as Izuku’s “most important,” I do not mean to imply that all of Izuku’s other relationships are extraneous fluff that can be cut away, and if anyone dared to take it that way, like...please touch grass or something. Afford me a tiny assumption of good faith here, please.

Whether or not you accept this interpretation, it is absolutely valid to interpret Katsuki as Izuku’s most important relationship in the narrative. This isn’t about “whom Izuku loves most;” it’s about what the story chooses to focus on. The narrative places a heavy focus on their relationship, and to deny that is...just annoying, because you’re not proving anything by saying “nuh-uh!” There is support in the text for this interpretation. It doesn’t have to be your interpretation, but it’s there and viable and anyone who takes it is justified in doing so. Your literature and writing classes in school called those essays you were forced to write “persuasive essays” for a reason.

Horikoshi could be out here to just spell it out in plain, blatant terms that the relationship between Izuku and Katsuki is center-stage to the story, and in that sense, yeah, it is the most important. TO THE STORY. TO. THE. STORY. That doesn’t cheapen the importance of any other relationship. It’s just a big focus. Like how Izuku is the main character. You don’t have to argue someone else is the main character if you’re not interested in Izuku or don’t like him or whatever. There are other characters, and they are there and they are great and you can love them more too! We call them “favorite characters” for a reason!

“You are the one closest to Izuku Midoriya.”

I chose this translation because it accomplishes the things I think are most important: (1) it doesn’t label the relationship; (2) it describes the facet of their relationship that is most important, how well they understand each other where no one else does--their “closeness”; (3) it--

Oh yeah, there’s a Number Three.

V. All For One likes his narratives

IT’S OMINOUS AS FUCK.

Horikoshi ain’t the one who said the line. All For One/Shigaraki did.

Did you notice “naka ga ii” is the final word in the whole phrase? The dramatic emphasis is on the adjective that means “close[st] relationship.” Why would AFO!Shiggy say this?

To scare the ever-loving shit out of Katsuki.

AFO does this shit. All Might is a hero who saves everyone, and AFO tried to use injured bystanders against him in Kamino--but even that didn’t work. All Might kept his cool. AFO had to think and plot and scheme for a long time to figure out whom he could use against All Might, and Tenko Shimura was the one who finally took a bit of All Might’s smile away. This is AFO’s modus operandi. So of course he’s been on the lookout for someone he could use against Izuku, too.

Izuku loses control of his emotions when Katsuki is in danger. That’s all there is to it. That’s all AFO cares about. In his long history of toying with and manipulating people, he’s decided that this is the reaction from his enemies that gets him the best results: Find the enemy’s weak-point and poke it relentlessly. Watch them squirm. Keep them from thinking clearly.

It’s always been leading to this.

The real question is: Did it work?

Is Katsuki scared? Is Izuku gonna freak out?

Whacha gonna do, Blasty?

[waynes-multiverse]

Plastic Hearts – Part 1

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, GLOW AU, self-worth issues, implied smut (reader x unknown dude 🤷‍♀️), cheating, Sam and Dean are not related in this story (--> check the series masterlist for overall warnings!)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Truthfully, I wasn’t gonna share it because it was just a fun, silly project to get over some writer’s block (which I did!). Netflix never gave me an ending to this amazing show, so I wanted to write my own, y’know? But hey, it’s already written, so why not share it with the class, right? As my awesome cheerleader on this project @panicking-outside-the-disco said, the dilaogue screams Dean AU 🖤 (Thank you so much for your encouragement, bestie!) Fellow fans of the show, you’ll be happy to know I kept all the good stuff in there, from Steel Horse to pink, frosted donuts. Everyone else will make sense of those words soon enough. So, hopefully, you’ll enjoy this nostalgic love tribute, and let’s give ourselves a decent ending, shall we? 🤩

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

1. Holding Out For A Hero

Another failed audition.

Moving from Nebraska to Los Angeles at the sweet age of eighteen, Y/N has played the Hollywood game for quite some time. Now, at the ripe age of twenty-seven by La-La Land standards, she only has little to show for herself, though. She’s had a few background roles and starred in a handful of low-budget plays, but her big breakthrough, the role that changes everything, still remains a hopeless and seemingly unreachable daydream.

Worst of all, she is sick and tired of the simple and reduced roles Hollywood forces upon its actresses. She wants more than the shitty role of the secretary who tells a powerful man his wife is on the phone. Y/N wants a real part instead of playing second fiddle to yet another pompous dick.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

After her latest failure, she even became so desperate she hid in a bathroom stall for three hours before ambushing her casting director Josie while the poor woman was fucking peeing. But instead of the customary, unexplained rejection, Y/N wanted to hear reasons this time. She wanted to find out why she always gets pushed over for someone else, wanted to know if she could do something better, for crying out loud.

Usually, it’s the agent’s job to tell an actor all the reasons why they were wrong for the role, but she doesn’t even have an agent anymore because, as it bitterly turns out, everyone stops fucking caring about you if you haven’t worked in over two years. For once, though, she wanted some goddamn feedback.

The casting director’s response?

“Look Y/N, every director I work with says, ‘Get me someone I don’t know. Someone I haven’t seen. I want a girl who’s real.’ That’s when I bring you in, so they can see that they don’t actually want the thing they think they want. It’s 1985. Everyone wants Jane fucking Fonda. I’m sorry, honey… But listen, I have some experimental projects in the Valley, if you’re interested. Would you consider doing erotica?”

So, fucking porn. That’s where she’s at with her life.

Defeatedly, Y/N leaves the casting office in West Hollywood once more and gets swallowed by the city’s filth, lost between hellfire and demons. No matter what she does, she never feels like it’s enough. Each audition, you throw yourself against the wall and hope, this time, it’ll stick. It’s an endless game, a gamble of hope – hope isn’t an infinite resource, though, and hers is running out.

Y/N likes getting tortured. That’s the conclusion she’s come to. And because she seems to thrive on torment, she joins her best friend Joanna for a Jazzercise class – aka a room full of toned women in leotards, sweatbands, and leg warmers. The two friends have known each other since middle school and have done everything together since then, including their move to the big city. Joanna is a blonde bombshell who immediately got a role on a popular soap until she quit acting and had a baby a couple of months ago. Now, she’s a housewife and mother in Pasadena while her husband brings home the money.

Y/N loves Joanna, but admittedly, the blonde sometimes makes her feel small and insecure. She doesn’t have the big tits, the perfect curves, or the shiny hair. Jo has always been more successful than her in every aspect of their respective lives, the friendly competition leaving Y/N, more often than not, with a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She constantly tries to keep her envy in check, though, even when the blonde’s boobs exploded during their freshman year of high school. Simply put: Joanna is a sparkling diamond, while Y/N feels like a dirty lump of coal next to her.

The cheer captain versus the theater geek.

“You know, I’d actually do porn if it had a good story. Like, Shakespeare porn,” Y/N half-heartedly jokes as the women change in the locker room after their class.

Jo arches an eyebrow at her, the smile on her lips a bit condescending. “C’mon, Y/N, would you actually do porn, though? You hate being naked in front of people.”

“Things have changed since you disappeared,” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, her voice laced with rebellion, and purposely changes out of her leotard in front of her friend to drive the point home. She also tries not to sound too bitter about the fact that the blonde basically abandoned her after getting married and pushing a human out of her vagina. She knows her jealousy is silly. It’s just part of life. That’s how it goes. It wasn’t always going to be them vs. the world forever.

“I didn’t disappear. I had a baby,” Jo retorts on cue before her face lights up with an insane amount of excitement. “Which you could too! Then we’d both have babies.”

“Great idea,” Y/N snorts sarcastically and slips into her sneakers, playfully musing, “Who of the guys I randomly fuck would make a good baby daddy, huh? The alcoholic I met at the farmer’s market or the depressed stand-up with a heroin addiction?”

Jo sits down on the bench next to her and conspiratorially leans closer. “Can I tell you something that I realized recently?”

Y/N gives her a raised look that borders on amused. “What?”

The blonde has been a bit of a postpartum mess these days. It’s the lack of sleep and the fact that her boobs won’t stop leaking. Also, her kid is a biter.

“When I first was cast on Paradise Bay, I was thrilled, okay? I mean, it was so exciting, remember? And then they put me in that year-long coma, and I was just lying there in this hospital bed, feeling powerless. And then when season three came, and they graduated me to that wheelchair with that blanket–”

“I’m sorry… Is this going somewhere?” Y/N interrupts her because the last thing she needs to hear today is another one of Joanna’s success stories.

“I’m getting there,” Jo frowns and continues straightaway, “Anyways, I was so relieved when Sam asked me to marry him and told me to stop working. He was right. It was completely ridiculous. Why would I do this to myself, you know? I swear to God getting pregnant and written off that show was the best decision I ever made,” she tells her enthusiastically.

Y/N just twitches her shoulders and ignores the guilt that’s bubbling in her gut. “Well, we’re different people. I choose work. I can have a baby once I win an Oscar.”

Jo lets out a deep sigh, “But you’re not even working, Y/N. Don’t you wanna be happy and have a family?”

“Of course I do.” Y/N’s not sure that answer is the whole truth. She knows she’s supposed to want the supportive husband, the cute kids, and the white picket fence, but all those things come with the end of your career. She’s not ready to give up and pay that price yet. She wants to make it on her own first, not needing a hero to save her like some damsel in distress. “‘Sides, don’t I need a boyfriend for starters? Isn’t that how it works?”

“Oh, it’s not that complicated,” Jo huffs and rolls her eyes dismissively. “Just pick the first nice guy with money you find. It’s what I did. I mean, Sam is a complete idiot and so out of my league, but it works,” she shrugs. “Why don’t you come visit me in Pasadena sometimes if you miss me so much? I called you like a million times in the last few weeks.”

“I know,” Y/N groans in response and finishes buttoning her blouse, swallowing the giant lump of shame in her throat. “It’s so far away,” she excuses, even though it’s another white lie. A big one, this time.

Jo tilts her head at her, but Y/N knows the wrinkles on the blonde’s brow are not out of concern. It’s pity. She’s seen that look all her life. “Y/N, are you okay? ‘Cause you look sad and fucking depressing, honestly.”

“Thanks. But I’m fine,” she brushes her friend off with a bitter smile. “Just the usual, you know? I have $28 left to pay my bills, including rent, which is why I’ve been waitressing at that awful diner in Downey all week… Oh, and, uhm, I’ve eaten Honey Nut Cheerios for my last eight meals,” she lists off her miserable life and grabs her duffel bag, feigning the brightest grin, “But hey, I’m gonna do porn. Things are looking up.”

It’s late at night when Y/N returns to her rundown shoebox apartment. Her decorations include one dead plant and two ripped posters of Angela Lansbury and Barbra Streisand, respectively. It’s a sad affair, really.

Completely beat, she checks her fridge, which resembles an empty ice cave, except for that half-full box of cheap wine. Yeah, she can’t even afford to get drunk properly. The old mattress squeaks as she falls face-down on the bed and exhaustively snatches the rotary dial phone from her nightstand, only reaching her parents’ answering machine.

“Hey, Mom. It’s Y/N. I didn’t get the audition today either, but I’ll get another one soon. So, fingers crossed… again. But I was just wondering if you and Dad could maybe wire me some money? You know, just so I can pay my electricity bill and… eat food. I’m really sorry… I know I can’t keep asking you guys for money because I’m a grown-up now… but I swear it’s the last time, okay? And I’m aware I said that the last time, too… Anyways, love you. Call me back, please? Okay, thanks… Bye.”

Slamming the receiver onto the phone, she groans loudly and is close to screaming into her goddamn pillow. When did she become such a pathetic fucking loser?

Needless to say, she imagined her life would go a lot differently.

In the midst of her nervous breakdown, her ears then perk up at a strange noise, eyes darting warily to the window. There’s an audible jam of the lock, followed by the rustling of the yellowed blinds before a large hand pops through the crack.

Shit. Someone’s trying to break in.

Anxiously, she grabs the phone and holds it up like a weapon, her heart thrashing wildly in her ribcage, the sound ringing in her ears. Then, she bravely yells with a shaky voice, “Whoever you are, I have a knife in my hand and already called the cops!”

“Whoa, whoa… Y/N, it’s just me.” A young man’s head pokes through the window, raising his large palms with a chuckle.

Her shoulders slump, the tension of fear replaced with one of annoyance as she sighs half-heartedly in relief, recognizing the intruder. Y/N lowers her makeshift weapon, tossing it on the bed. “Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you climbing through my window? You can’t be here! Climb back out – now!”

“You said the last time that no one can find out about us, so I took that seriously,” he explains as he gaspingly pushes his tall body through the small opening. “Can’t you just be happy to see me, Y/N? It took some effort to come here and climb through that window, you know?” A charming laugh bounces off the thin, bare walls once he’s made it into her apartment and towers over her.

Y/N folds her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow, “You want credit for cheating on your wife?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes back a little, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we please not call it that?”

“What would you like me to call it? You’re married to someone and had sex with me,” she counters sternly. She absolutely doesn’t want him here. That man is only trouble and part of the reason why her life is so fucking shitty these days.

“Look, this isn’t normal behavior for me,” he shrugs innocently as if the madness can’t be helped and adds the softest puppy dog look. “I just-, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“So?! It was a huge fucking mistake!” There’s a sharp inhale of breath as she tries to gulp down the anger, guilt, and shame inside of her. “It happened weeks ago! You shouldn’t be here… It was a party. The drinks were free… I-I was feeling sorry for myself, and you took advantage of that.”

Quietly clearing his throat, he mumbles under his breath, “I think we both took advantage of that.” As he meets her gaze, his whiskey-colored orbs mirror the same guilt she feels.

Y/N places her hands on her hips with a deep exhale, her head bobbing as the words sink in and her head begins to spin. She knows he’s right. They’re both equally to blame, but it doesn’t change anything about her regrets. “Please leave. Go home to your family,” she begs him softly, too soft, not enough strength left to fight.

“You can’t just pull the plug on this. You and me. This is real,” he tells her, his hazel eyes boring into hers. “I think you’re the one, Y/N.”

“No, I’m not,” she stresses with a heavy shake of her head, fighting against the tears that prick her eyes and cloud her mind. “I’m nothing special.”

Pensively, he nods and licks his lips, a humorless chuckle escaping between them as he rubs his mouth and ponders, “I keep thinking about what you said to me that night… You know, how there are shiny people who have everything? And then there are people like us who have to go to parties with those people and watch them get their pictures taken. And it’s not fair... ‘Cause we deserve good things, too. We deserve attention and love and… sex.”

Silently staring at him for what feels like an eternity, her mind races a mile a minute as her heart shatters into a thousand sharp daggers that pierce through her skin and leave deep scars in their wake. And then, Y/N foolishly crashes her lips against his just to stop the goddamn pain in her chest.

What is there to say that even justifies any of this? She’s fucking weak.

The harsh sunbeams that fall on her face and blind her eyes announce another dreadful morning as she wakes with a pessimistic groan. The bed is cold and empty; the married guy is long gone, leaving right after the fuck.

Y/N is alone again – with nowhere to go.

Why did she do what she did? In all honesty, she can’t quite understand it herself, the truth too cruel and pathetic to accept it. The only positive thing she can find about her situation is that at least she can’t sink any lower than rock bottom. She’s certain she’s reached the depths of Hell at this point. Los Angeles mistakenly gets called the city of angels. Truthfully, though, it’s filled with devils who lure you to the dark side until you can’t even look in the mirror anymore without seeing a white line instead of your own goddamn reflection.

The funny thing, though? She’s never even been into drugs or booze or whatever bad habit you can catch in this city, like an STD. She has always worked her ass off and walked the straight and narrow. And for fucking what?

Y/N is definitely at her lowest of lows, but that also means there’s nowhere to go but up, right? And when the red light on her answering machine keeps blinking, her hope and good spirit return as she eagerly presses the button, restarting the endless cycle once more.  

“Y/N, this is Josie. I have an audition for you tomorrow. I’m not running it, but I thought of you. It’s in Watts. And it’s not porn... They’re looking for unconventional women, whatever the fuck that means… Oh, and uhm, if you ever ambush me in the restroom again, I’ll make sure you’re gonna be blacklisted on every casting call in Los Angeles. Are we clear? Anyways, good luck, honey!”

A loud scream echoes through the tiny apartment. Y/N can’t believe her fucking ears and jumps excitedly up and down when Josie’s message ends, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

The game is back on – and it’s not fucking porn.

2. Livin’ On A Prayer

Yikes! I think it’s fairly easy to guess who this mystery guy is, but let me know all your suspicions and gasps, anyways! 😉 And don’t worry. You’re getting plenty of Dean tomorrow (some would say too much Dean) 😎😈

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 324: Is There a Force Field Around Him??

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal was all “please tell Midoriya that I spent a concerningly small amount of money upgrading U.A. into a wacky physics-defying funtime grid so as to make the final battle much more confusing for everyone.” Present Day!Mic (or Present!Mic, if you will) and Jeanist were all “if only somebody could deescalate this dangerously unhinged mob, we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas.” Ochako was all “LISTEN UP PEOPLE.” The mob was all, “god??” Ochako was all, “NO, IT’S ME, OCHAKO. I’M REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS BUILDING AND THE VISIBILITY IS LOW DUE TO THE RAIN, SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU MIGHT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. ANYWAYS, DEKU WAS OUT THERE RISKING HIS LIFE FOR YOU CLOWNS EVEN THOUGH HE’S JUST A KID, SO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ALL REMEMBER HOW TO BE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS, THANKS.” Let’s see if her Big Scolding Energy has any impact.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so I have this speech planned out, and it’s really good, but it also only really needs about 6 to 8 pages, but I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to 17 pages so I can kill time before we get to the next volume cliffhanger two weeks from now.” Anyway but it really is a good speech though. There are feels, and tears, and more talk about how Deku is so in need of a shower that just looking at him requires a tetanus booster, and more feels, and more tears, and bonus ship drama, and an iconic callback to the very first chapter which reframes the entire series in a new context in a totally epic and moving way, and it’s all very good. Except that Horikoshi is determined to never let anyone actually give this kid a hug. Who hurt you, dude.

omg we are opening on a callback to chapter 212, a.k.a. the chapter with by far the cutest flashback that doesn’t involve any baby Todorokis

baby Ochako is lethally cute. she could literally murder someone with her cuteness. I just want to scoop her up and play airplane with her until she accidentally activates her quirk while we’re spinning around and we both helicopter up into the air never to be seen again

“a child’s insistence” huh well that’s all well and good, but I sure hope this doesn’t mean we’re going to drag out the whole “sternly lecture the obnoxious citizens” plot for another whole chapter. no offense but I think we’re good

so page 2 is just continuing the whole happy/worried faces monologue, which of course is very important to Ochako’s character as it provides the context for why “who protects the heroes” ended up becoming her thing. and this is making me think we actually are in for a whole second chapter of this sob. when will my boy finally get to rest

OH MY GOD SUDDENLY THESE PEOPLE HAVE EYES IMAGINE THAT

HORIKOSHI: [reaches for a box of tissues while tearfully penning an homage to his beloved Spider-Man 2, specifically the train scene where the crowd sees Peter without his mask and they suddenly realize just how young he is]

HORIKOSHI’S HOMAGE SCENE: “COME TO THINK OF IT, I GUESS IT WAS KIND OF MEAN FOR US TO PICK ON THIS TEN YEAR OLD KID WHO WEIGHS 75 POUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE HE LOST A FIGHT WITH SATAN’S MOLDY OLD BASEMENT”

lol at this one guy who can feel the mood of the crowd shifting and is all “WAIT, NO, I WANTED TO KEEP BEING AN ASSHOLE DAMMIT”

as many pointed out last week, this man is wearing an All Might shirt. that’s some fantastic irony there

-- SDKFJWIGKS

“LITTLE GIRL, I HOPE YOU’RE NOT SUGGESTING THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE WALKING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A SOVIET-ERA BUS STOP.” heh. last week I said I was ashamed of BnHA being my favorite manga. that was a lie, actually

(ETA: in the original Japanese Ochako’s next two lines are basically “the only ones covered in mud will be us heroes!” followed by “please give us some time to get rid of the mud”, with that second line basically being the single funniest thing I’ve ever read rdslkjl. Ochako thank you so much for supporting my running gags. “YEAH WE KNOW HE’S DIRTY. WE ARE GONNA TRY AND CLEAN HIM UP, BUT IT MAY TAKE A WHILE, I’M JUST SAYING. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASBESTOS COSPLAY.”)

doesn’t the megaphone kind of look ever so slightly like an axe that she’s wielding maniacally here

easy there Lizzie Borden

also that’s a really bold claim to make there. and not one she necessarily should have to make, either. but as we all know, there’s nothing that shounen manga likes more than having its heroes bravely hoist heavy burdens of responsibility like good self-sacrificing citizens

p.s. lowkey loving how Kacchan is positioned here standing slightly behind Deku. not presuming to stand in front of him all overprotectively (because he would hate if anyone ever did that to him), and kind of being unobtrusive and letting others take center stage -- but still being close enough to Deku that he can catch him if he stumbles or passes out again

(ETA: or maybe not lmao.

DEKU: [falls to his knees]

KACCHAN: [glancing up from his phone a few minutes later] “someone just sent me the stupidest meme about milk crates -- oh. uh. you good...?”

really, son. “the burdens you can’t carry, we’ll carry them for you. ...later, I mean. right now it’s late, and we’re all cold and wet.”)

also lowkey loving this OchaTsu moment here

I was going back and binging Ochako chapters this past week for reasons, and I gotta say it really stuck out to me just how often these two are paired with each other. they do everything together. it’s a really sweet friendship that often goes unappreciated but it’s very cute

meanwhile, not to be outdone by the OchaTsu, Iida is staring at Ochako with open admiration talking about how she’s fighting too. it’s been so long since we’ve had any IidaRaka you guys. I was starving and I didn’t even know it

oh my lord IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING

THE LIGHT IS BACK. he finally looks like him again. what a cathartic fucking moment omg

ffklkdw

“I KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS, WE DEFINITELY CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY AND WE ARE ALL SCARED TOO!” good pep talk there kiddo

BUT, jokes aside, truth be told this is the exact right approach to take imo, and something that’s long overdue. I’ve said this before, but this new generation of heroes is shaping up to be much more transparent than the All Might generation. they’re basically abandoning the almighty, untouchable Superman “heroes as gods” concept in favor of the more nuanced “heroes as people” concept instead. and that’s a good thing. seeing their heroes as humans, with human limitations and weaknesses and flaws, will hopefully not only lead to more scrutiny and accountability, but also more awareness of how hard some of them are working and how much they’re sacrificing. that’s something All Might never quite grasped back at the start of the series -- that the weak, vulnerable, injured him could be just as inspiring as the mighty, invincible him -- perhaps even more so. there’s a power in seeing otherwise ordinary people show extraordinary bravery and compassion. it inspires others to try and do the same

SSDLHK AIZAWA SIGHTING AAHHHHHH

so he was still back at the hospital this whole time?? smdh at this disrespect. that feeling when your sexy self-insert character’s powers of rationality are too strong, and so you have to nerf him so that he doesn’t ruin your Deku Angst arc twice over by (1) immediately talking some sense into Deku and making him come home Right This Instant Young Man, and (2) not allowing him to leave U.A. in the first fucking place. excuse me, you want to do WHAT now, Midoriya?? that’s it, go to your room

also living for Katsuki and Hawks’s soft expressions. Shouto’s too, although his is tinier and harder to see. and Jeanist’s 12-foot-long neck. imagine Jeanist’s head with Mic’s hair. maybe Jeanist had a mohawk back in the day and that’s why U.A.’s doors are so big now

speaking of soft faces, Enji’s is also excellent

what could this random close-up possibly imply?? hell if I know. but Horikoshi truly fears no discourse and that’s what I love about him

OMGGGG

“smh my child is so dumb.” poor Ochadad. your child is cute af count your blessings

SDOFFHSMH

I’m telling you guys. lethally, catastrophically cute

this speech is still ongoing lol. Horikoshi you’re doing so good but I think we get the point now my dude. you gotta learn how to transition out of these things

UNEXPECTED TOGA WHAT

“there we go” Horikoshi says, crossing off the last line on his list of Ochako ships. “that’s all of ‘em”

poor Ochako is just repeating the same “LET HIM REST, PLEASE, WITH EVERYONE’S COOPERATION, IF YOU DON’T MIND, WE APPRECIATE IT” talking points over and over again hoping someone will throw her a bone and acknowledge her already. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER

literally they’re all just staring up at her silently omg. work with me people!!

now she’s saying it for the 56th time but more dramatically all of a sudden

they got so dramatic that for a minute I thought she had suddenly leaped off the building or something

look, not to rush you or anything Horikoshi, but I’m starting to get the feeling that this is yet another one of those “the volume is ending soon so I need to either hurry things up or slow things down in order to make sure we end it on my perfect cliffhanger ending” chapters where you go to ridiculous lengths to drag things out much to the exasperation of your week-to-week readers

(ETA: ftr, volume 31 ended on chapter 306, and I’m predicting that vol. 32 will end with chapter 316 (a.k.a. “you’re next!” [explodes]). I’m guessing vol. 33 will follow suit and likely end on chapter 326, so keep your eyes peeled for a big cliffhanger in two weeks’ time. Deku’s dad?? All Might in peril?? U.A. traitor at long fucking last?? we shall see.)

is Deku straight up falling in love with Ochako right on the spot lol what is happening

I know I just said that I enjoy when Horikoshi gives zero fucks about discourse, but shipping discourse is a whole different beast lol. I hope he’s prepared

(ETA: and for the record, I have no interest in shipping discourse either, as always. and I think this scene can be interpreted as platonic, tbh, with the context being that Ochako was literally introduced as someone who was willing to help him so casually without a second thought, and now here she is saving him again.

I don’t think it really fully hit Deku until this moment how much he needed saving. like I said in another meta somewhere, selflessness is basically just selfishness on behalf of others. and Deku is selfless to a fault, but that’s okay, and it doesn’t mean he needs to change -- he just needs friends who are willing to be be selfish on his behalf in turn. and I think the full emotion of what it means to have friends like that just hit him at last. everything his friends have done for him, how much he needed it and didn’t even realize, and how grateful he is. anyways what a terrible day for rain.)

-- son of a --

is he apologizing?? or pleading?? please tell me that’s not the case, because what the actual fuck. Deku you beautiful precious radiant selfless child, this is the exact opposite of how this should be. all these motherfuckers should be on their knees apologizing to you

DEKU WHY

I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS FREAKING BOMBARDMENT OF EMOTIONS GODDAMIT. OUT HERE ARMED WITH YOUR FREAKING TREBUCHET OF FEELS TO LAUNCH AT ME UNPROVOKED. WHAT’S WITH THAT

FREAKING CHRIST. THIS BOY IS CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND HORIKOSHI IS JUST ZOOMING IN WITH THE CAMERA, LIKE CAN WE JUST CUT HIM A BREAK ALREADY. ENOUGH OF THIS. HE’S SO YOUNG AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND I JUST NEED HIM TO FEEL SAFE, HORIKOSHI PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME THAT ALREADY WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLD UP!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY!!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY PLEASE BE MY HUGGER BY PROXY!! SERIOUSLY GIRL IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR UMBRELLA OVER HIM OR SOMETHING AND DON’T GO THE EXTRA MILE I’M ABOUT TO LODGE AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW

!!!!

A KOUTA IS GOOD TOO!!! oh my god if Kouta hugs him I will seriously 100% straight up cry. go on and test me

FOR THE LOVE OF --

is this man expressly forbidden from drawing hugs in his contract or something. DO YOU DO IT JUST TO SPITE ME?? this is tyranny, sir

AND I KNOW, THIS PAGE ACTUALLY CHALLENGED THE VERY PREMISE OF THE SERIES ITSELF, AND HERE I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT HUGS, OR THE LACK THEREOF. “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” and just like that, he waves a polite middle finger at all of the Strongest Greatest Chosen One shounen protags of old, in favor of something much less conventional, much more interesting, and much more suited to Deku’s character. because if that one sentence doesn’t just sum up Deku to a T. he gladly relinquishes his Greatest Hero status in favor of acknowledging the hero in everyone. what a class act. that’s my protagonist

I love this kid so fucking much I swear. only just PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GIVE HIM HIS HUG

[midnightstar-90]

Thoughts~ Evan Buckley x Reader

Evan Buckley x Reader

A/N: I did decide to go back to season 2 Buck. Is it bad that I don't want to watch the season 4 final episode because I don't know if my boys are okay?

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Warnings: Implied sex (Kinda)

Summary: Buck and Y/N become friends after bumping into each other at a coffee shop. When Buck starts to feel the urge to have sex with his new friend, he chooses to spend less time with her. Y/N intends to find out why her new friend is ignoring her.

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Everything was going well for Y/N, the day she met Evan Buckley. Y/N had just moved from New York to Los Angeles. She is the new editor for Vogue magazine.

Before heading into work, Y/N walked from her flat to her local cafe, who in her opinion had the best cappuccinos. The walk really wasn't that long.

Y/N walked into the cafe. Noticing that the line wasn't that long, she entered it. As the girl waited, she looked at the menu to see if she would enjoy a nice pastry.

Her search for a quick breakfast was interrupted by a man bumping into her. The man was hot, buff, and he had a birthmark above his left eye.

Y/N's POV

The man looked up from his phone, after noticing that he bumped into her. "I am so sorry, ma'am. My girlfriend isn't in the country, so I am waiting on a call," the man said, embarrassed.

"No worries. I am actually new to Los Angeles. My name is Y/N," I hold my hand out.

"Evan Buckley. But, Everyone calls me Buck," he takes my hand with a smile.

I look at the menu, and Buck looks at me and says, "I don't know if you care, but I personally like the make your own breakfast burrito."

"Thank you," I turn to Buck and then back to the cashier. I am next in line. "Can I get a Carmel Cappucino and the Make-Your-Own Breakfast Burrito with bacon, egg, cheddar cheese, and hash browns, please," I tell the cashier.

The lady tells me my total. I go into my purse to get my card, but when I look up, the lady is already accepting a card from someone behind me.

I look at the person, and I see Buck. "I-i could have p-paid for that. You did not have to do that," I stuttered, surprised the man I just met paid for my meal.

"It's the least I could do for the new girl," Buck smiles.

The barista making my order, calls my name. I go to grab my order. As I start to leave, I turn back to the man. "This was fun. We should do this another time. You know what? Here is my number. Maybe you could give me a tour," I say, confidently.

Before Buck could even say anything, I'm already gone and heading to work.

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1 Month Later

Narrator's POV

"I don't know what to do Bobby," Buck says while sitting in the kitchen with his fire captain.

Bobby continues to make the team dinner, "Well, you can't ignore her forever. You did it with that Abby girl, so why can't you do it with this girl?"

Buck thanks about what Bobby just told him. He did do it with Abby, and she still hasn't called him back. 'Are we even still together?'

"Bobby, Abby hasn't called me back in 6 months. What if I tell her I like her, and she just leaves me like Abby," Buck asks, worried.

"Buck, if she runs away, that means she is not the one. You want to be with someone who stays, no matter how hard it gets," Bobby says, while puts the finishing touches on the food.

"Huh," Buck said, thinking.

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He had a lot to think about in so little time because Y/N was on his doorstep the next day.

Buck heard a loud knock at the door. Opening it he found Y/N with an angry look. "Y/N, what are you doing here? Are you ok?" Buck worriedly asks.

'Of course, she isn't okay. She has only been in LA for a month, and her only friend is already ignoring her.'

"You know, I really thought that you would be a great friend to have, but all you have proven yourself to be is a jerk..." Y/N rants, stomping into Abby's apartment.

Y/N continues to rant, but Buck stops her with the only way he knows. Buck lunges forward, and he kisses the agitated girl.

Y/N pulls away from the kiss, "So, you ignore me, and you think it's okay to kiss me? I thought you were different than most guys. You're just like them. All you care about is sex."

"Y/N, that is not what I meant. I meant that I like you. I like having you in my presence. A year ago, I would have been that man you described, but I have changed. I want a casual relationship. You know, nothing crazy until the 7th date type relationship," Buck holds his hands up in surrender.

All Y/N replies with is "Oh".

Buck laughs at the girl's confused/shocked face. He has never loved a girl more than Y/N, and he has only known this girl for a month.

"So, now that you know how I feel, will you go on a date with me," Buck asks sheepishly?

"I would love that, but if you ever use me, I will make sure you can't use any girl again," the woman threatens the man while hugging him.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna write an article about me," Buck jokes.

Y/N pulls back from the hug, still in his arms, and says"No, I have other ways to make you pay. Hopefully, I won't need to use my special talents on you."

"I plan to be the best boyfriend you can think of," leaving a kiss on your cheek.

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[starkskypines]

who needs sleep when you have family?

new fic just dropped about Irondad and Spiderson! Sleep-deprived Tony texts Peter and (hopefully) hilarity ensues. 

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“Muffins, Peter,” Aunt May calls from the kitchen. “I know you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

“Coming.” Peter scrolls through the notifications on his phone. He has a lot from Ned. Some more from MJ. A lot of memes sent in their Instagram group chat. He smiles at that. And then even more Tiktoks have been sent to him as well. He sighs. He’ll look at those later. And…he frowns. Mr. Stark has texted him.

Mr. Stark had said that Peter wouldn’t be coming into Stark Industries on his spring break. He was a kid, he needed to live a little, or something like that. Peter didn’t know how to explain that going to Stark Industries was fun, so he agreed to not come in this week. So there shouldn’t be five messages from Mr. Stark.

Peter opens those first as he wanders through the apartment toward the kitchen.

What do you think the life expectancy for cats would be on a world with a different gravity level? Like longer or shorter? We think too much gravity would be detrimental right? The daily wear and tear, but what if it’s not? What if it affects cats differently? Cats are weird little freaks. You can’t trust them. They’ll stab you in the back. But they’re also great cuddlers when they choose. Humph. Maybe I should start calling Natasha a cat.

Had Mr. Stark actually typed out the word “humph?” And did he just imply that the Black Widow is a cuddler?

No. No bad idea. She’d shoot me. Have you met Natasha, Peter? You should.

That answers Peter’s question if Mr. Stark was aware of who he was texting. The texts came in close to noon too, so Peter can’t understand why they sound like a drunken ramble.

I am running on 1 hour of sleep for the past 48 hours. So sorry, Peter. I will text Pepper now.

Pepper told me to sleep. Body no like sleep. And besides, I’m thriving.

Peter makes a humming noise as he steps into the kitchen. Mr. Stark being sleep-deprived does make the most sense here. He’s been like this before in the labs, but never to this extent.

Mr. Stark, I think you should maybe get some sleep. Like a little nap.

Peter sends the text and hopes he’s not overstepping. He’s not afraid Mr. Stark is gonna fire him for a mistake nowadays–not even a mistake in etiquette. And besides Mr. Stark texted him first! What was he supposed to do? Ignore him? That would be rude.

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