#Kota briefs

[kasarawolf]

Oh come on Kota, please praise him! Look at that faaceee ;o;

And thus, the most cursed Fu pic I ever drew was born :))))

I kept seeing this meme going around on instagram, and it fits these two, so I had to do it lol. Side profiles are also my kryptonite. Pain in the butt for me to draw XD I need to practice more~

[kasarawolf]

AHHHHH look at my boy ;___; I looovveee <3333 Thank youuu ;o;

art dump because i forget to upload it ( and some art for @kasarawolf i was to shy to upload)

[nyctarian]

elite vignette thank you for my life

[madhatterbri]

Console | N.J.

Summary: Hi, I adore your blog! Could I request a Nick Jackson imagine circa NJPW. 2018 before his and Matt’s match against the Golden Lovers? Maybe Y/N consoles him after their loss of the match and friendship. Maybe fluffy-smutty? Friends to lovers trope, possibly? Thanks so much! 💞

Author's Note: Thank you for the kind words. 🫶 Thanks to supahkixbabe for being a Young Bucks encyclopedia. ❤️

Requested by anon

Nick Jackson Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @bullet-clubs-bitch

Y/N sat in the Young Bucks locker room in silence. The brothers just came back from a match against Kenny Omega and Kota Ibushi. They lost the match, but that wasn't the reason behind their pain. They were mourning the loss of their friendships.

"I, uh, I think I'm gonna go for a walk," Matt announced to the occupants of the room. Before Nick or Y/N could walk, he was out the door. Nick sighed and leaned back on the couch. Y/N sat next to him.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

He smiled sadly. "All part of the wrestling business,"

Silence took over the room again. She hated seeing them like this, but especially Nick. When their friends betrayed they, he took it the hardest. Her train of thought came to a screeching halt when he decided to talk again.

"You won't leave us, right?"

Y/N shook her head. She couldn't even if she tried. Her crush on the younger Jackson brother wouldn't allow it. A life without the Jackson brothers sounded awful. A life without Nick would be impossible. "I couldn't ever live without you guys,"

"Do we mean that much to you?" He asked hopefully. Nick knew they did, but he had to hear it. Y/N was happy to oblige.

"Of course. I couldn't imagine a life without you... guys," she added quickly. Nick's interest peaked at the hesitation.

"How much do I mean to you?"

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat. She side eyed him, hoping that he wouldn't catch her change in behavior. Her stomach tied in knots. A nervous laugh was all she could produce before she found the courage to speak. "Alot, Nicholas,"

Nick smiled, and they looked into each other's eyes. The same blue eyes she would get lost in time and time again. Except this time, they were getting closer to her face. He stopped unsure if this was really happening. To both their shock, Y/N leaned in the rest of the way. Their lips connected for a brief kiss. They pulled away.

"Should we have done that?" Y/N asked nervously. She stood up from the couch. The last thing she wanted to hear was that this was a mistake. A rush feeling on his part because of his current state. "You are going through a lot. I should go find Matt,"

"Don't go, please," he begged. His hand wrapped around her wrist. Nick pulled on it gently to urge her to sit back down. "That was something I've been wanting to do for a while,"

The room felt hotter. She figured it was the thermostat. There is no way the human body can produce this much heat. Y/N sat down a little closer to him this time. More than anything, she wanted this to happen. "I've wanted to do that too,"

“We’ve known each other for so long," Nick started. He licked his lips nervously as he thought of what to say. "I want to be more than friends,”

"Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"What took you so long?"

Their lips locked again. This time, they didn't immediately separate. He cupped her cheek with his hand. Y/N nervously moved to straddle his waist. When he didn't shy away, she felt her confidence grow. With a leg on each side of him, they continued to kiss. His hands gripped her waist before sliding up her shirt. Her hands wrapped around his neck. Her shirt was up to just below her bra before the door opened.

Matt stood there with a wide grin. Y/N blushed and immediately went back to the couch. She adjusted her shirt to cover herself once more. The older Jackson was going to have a field day with this.

"Do I have to give you kids the talk?" He asked. Y/N wished the floor could swallow her. Nick blushed yet had a big grin on his face.

"I think we are okay, Matt," Nick chuckled and kissed Y/N's burning cheek.

[renee-ckstrong]

My Favourite Wrestling Match of all Time

In 2006, a Canadian wrestler became Captivated by a Japanese man for whom standard limitations on human athleticism don't apply. Twelve years later, they had the greatest professional wrestling match of all time.

I'll keep the background explanation brief because there is already a better explanation than I could ever do. Read here if you do not know the story of the Golden Lovers: https://medium.com/we-need-to-talk-about-wrestling/that-one-tweet-thread-about-the-golden-lovers-annotated-e9fc604e3a7f

Now Kenny Omega and Kota Ibushi have wrestled each other three times in their lives. And their second match from 2012 is arguably better than their the 2018 match that I am supposed to be looking at. So why would I say that the best match is worse than another one from six years prior. Well the twenty twelve match back in DDT is generational, and the greatest spectacle of athleticism in wrestling ever. The 2018 is far more emotional. With six more years of context they put on a match that made me feel more than any other match.

An important thread in the plotline of their story is this, Kenny Omega has never beaten Kota Ibushi. And because of that there is an unconfirmed insinuation that Kenny Omega can't beat Kota Ibushi. And it was because of this that Kenny grew resentful of how much better Kota was than him, and he turned to the dark side.

Kenny Omega is a fighter who compromised his morals to become the best in the world.

Kota Ibushi is a fighter who ran away from a fight and lost his chance to become the best in the world.

Kenny would join the Bullet Club, which at the time was like a villainous biker gang. He not only joined Bullet Club but he also distracted Kota costing him the top men's singles championship in all of Japan. After this Kota left New Japan Pro Wrestling unable to face the person his boyfriend Kenny was becoming. Kota did have some success in his absence, including but not limited to getting to the final of WWE's Cruiserweight Classic (but it has come out since that the plan was for him to win but the plan was changes when he expressed that he didn't want to sign with WWE). But he wasn't achieving success to the level he perhaps could. Kenny on the other had become THE GUY. The first non-Japanese person to win the annual G1 Climax tournament, won the IWGP Heavyweight Championship and had a match against Kazuchika Okada that broke the scales of how good wrestling matches could be.

So that is the state of play going into this match. Kota Ibushi had returned to NJPW after Kenny had taken over the Bullet Club and become the top star in the company. It is during the 28th G1 Climax tournament and these two have been matched up to fight each other. Kenny Omega is the best wrestler in the world right now, so can he beat Kota Ibushi now.

Another important detail is that the two men (in storyline at least, I can't speak for them in real life) are in love. Like genuinely actual queer storytelling, and it's not shit if you can believe it. So they obviously want to win but they don't want to hurt each other. They are worried that they will go to far.

And that's I think the beauty of it. The question of whether Kenny has surpassed Kota or whether he's still unable to beat his boyfriend even after all he's done. And the question of how far they'll go without wanting to do permanent damage to the other. Like their 2012 match is technically more impressive simply because men in their 20s can do feats of athleticism that men in their 30s can't. But that helps build the plot of the G1 match. In their 2012 match they do a disgusting spot where Kenny takes a hurricanrana of the top rope to the floor. In the 2018 match they tease doing it again but both men know that it isn't the kind of thing that either of their bodies can take these days.

It's brilliant. It's really beautiful. And I want to talk about the result of the match but I shan't because I want anyone reading this who hasn't seen it to go watch it. You can probably find it in full somewhere if you search 'omega vs ibushi g1'

So yeah that's my favourite wrestling match. It's pretty cool.

[beningtirta]

Naik Kelas, Melihat Dunia

Saya lahir dari keluarga tidak berpendidikan. Ibu saya tidak tamat SD. Ayah saya meninggalkan madrasah tsanawiyah (setara SMP) karena yatim piatu dan tidak ingin merepotkan kakak tiri dan suami kakak tirinya yang memberi atap, makan, dan menyekolahkan. Saya sejak kecil tidak merasakan "kemewahan" seperti handphone pribadi, komik, diantar jemput pakai mobil, sega, nintendo, playstation atau liburan ke luar kota. Kami sekolah, mengerjakan PR, mengaji di mesjid, and repeat. Kami tidak tahu apa itu politik dalam negeri, apalagi politik luar negeri seperti penjajahan Isra3L pada Palestin4.

Baru setelah merantau ke Singapura, saya mulai belajar apa itu pergerakan, tipis-tipis. Sebelum lulus kuliah ikut Forum Indonesia Muda yang membuat saya terekspos dengan dunia aktivisme. Tapi masih fokusnya pada isu-isu nasional.

Saat master dan PhD di Inggris saya terekspos lebih jauh dengan aktivisme yang lebih formal, seperti menulis antologi, menulis opini di media massa, dan lalu policy brief (semacam rekomendasi kebijakan berdasarkan bukti dan studi ilmiah).

Menjelang lulus PhD, Uni Eropa, Amerika Serikat dan Kerajaan Inggris ketar-ketir dengan invasi Rusia ke Ukraina. Tiga entitas politik ini mengutuk aksi Putin dan mengirim bantuan pada warga Ukraina. Media satu suara mengecam Putin. Beberapa negara juga buka pagar untuk pengungsi Ukraina sebagai bentuk simpati.

Sekarang saya bekerja di Inggris, invasi dan pembunuhan secara terang-terangan oleh IsraëL kepada warga Palestin4 dengan jumlah korban 8000an dalam waktu tiga minggu. Korban masih berjatuhan, aksi militer terus digencarkan dan parahnya didukung oleh Uni Eropa, Amerika Serikat dan Kerajaaan Inggris.

Dunia Barat dan negara superpower punya dua muka. Tahun lalu mereka mengecam invasi Rusia ke Ukraina, tapi tidak invasi Isra3L ke tanah Palestina.

Ini bukan perang karena seperti Ukraina-Rusia, kekuatan militer tidak sebanding. Ini invasi, penjajahan.

Ada hal-hal yang ternyata sulit diubah, tapi bisa jika kita semua satu suara melawan dan menolak diam.

Media massa sudah dua dekade berpihak pada Isra3L. Media massa punya pemilik. Pemiliknya punya keberpihakan. Pemilik media yang besar-besae berpihak pada siapa yang punya. Sulitnya, media seperti CNN dan BBC dipegang kendalinya oleh pendukung misi IsraëL. Kecaman pada grup militan di negara Timur Tengah dan Afrika itu bisa jadi teramplifikasi oleh media massa. Ketika kita lihat mendalam, ternyata ini jadi justifikasi Amerika Serikat membunuh ribu bahkan jutaan manusia di negara "konflik". Well, konflik ini mereka yang mulai dan amplikasi. Dibaliknya ada motivasi lain--sumber migas misalnya.

Ideologi Isra3L itu jelas, zionisme--merampas Tanah Palestina, menghapuskan negara dan bangsa Palestina demi berdirinya negara-bangsa Yahudi. Dari ideologi saja, sudah seharusnya kita tidak berpihak karena untuk mencapai misinya, Isra3L akan membunuh dan mengusir jutaan manusia warga lokal Palestina.

Isra3L sudah tumbuh menjadi negara maju yang punya jaringan bisnis. Ini membuat Uni Eropa tidak mengecam partner bisnis mereka koloni penjajah Isra3L.

Politisi punya hubungan dengan pebisnis Isra3L/orang-orang pendukung ide Zionisme. Misalnya, Perdana Menteri Inggris yang punya investor mantan militer Isra3L dan pejabat pentolan UNICEF ada istri dari investor bagong pendukung zionisme.

Dari 4 hal ini, sulit melawan jika banyak dari kita hanya diam. Media massa dan politisi negara maju tidak berpihak pada Palestin4. Bahkan 1-2 negara Arab malah "membantu" operasi pembantaian warga Palestin4 yang sedang berlangsung.

Jadi, harapan warga Palestin4 tinggal suara mayoritas (orang biasa, kita semua).

Setiap dari kita bisa melawan 4 kesulitan di atas. Lawan media massa yang misleading dengan media alternatif yang berpihak pada kemanusiaan. Tolak eksistensi Isr4el karena ideologinya pengusiran, perampasan, pembantaian, dan rasis. Anggurin semua komen pro-Isra3L biar komen mereka tenggelam. Like & reply komen yang cocok di hati. Jangan pakai istilah negara israhell, karena kita harus menolak mereka sebagai negara karena sejatinya mereka adalah koloni penjajah (settlers colonial state) yang sudah dibiarkan dunia (dengan kawalan negara adidaya) untuk mengambil rumah dan tanah warga Palestin4. Penjajah nomor satu, pembunuh nomor satu abad ini.

Lalu, lawan dominasi ekonomi dengan boikot brand dan block influencer yang mendukung Isra3L secara ekonomi maupun moril. Suarakan kebenaran terus menerus sampai dukungan hak warga Palestin4 dan kecaman pada pemerintah kolonial Isra3L menjadi mainstream. Kita mau semua manusia di dunia diakui sama dan punya hak yang sama, juga warga Palestin4 diakui setara (tidak seperti hari ini dimana pemerintah penjajah Israle menanggap warga Palestin4 hewan. Terlaknat mereka!)

Jika ada kesempatan, berkumpul dan ikutlah turun ke jalan. Buat perjuangan Palestina dan kejahatan perang Isra3L ini obrolan keluarga dan lingkar pertemanan kita. Jika busukny mereka sudah diakui jutaan orang, Isra3L dan teman-teman gentar dan mungkin akan meninggalkan perdana menteri IsraëL terpojok. Buat semua kanal media/tokoh yang mendukung Isra3L malu karena argumen invasi dan pengeboman mereka tidak masuk akal dan tidak sesuai dengan HAM.

Akhirnya, Isra3L akan capek dan habis tenaga jika kita potong aliran dana dan sokongan pada mereka, seperti Rusia akhirnya tarik mundur karena melanjutkan invasi terlalu mahal.

Your boycott is important. Your voice to push politicians to cut ties with IsraëL is important.

We will win this together.

*

Ditulis oleh Bening, seorang anak pedagang kain di kios berdebu di pasar penampungan di Pekanbaru, dia baru saja mengedukasi dirinya lewat media alternatif dan akun Instagram wartawan lapangan di Gaza.

[everypanelofizuku]

Is this blog dead?

IT'S NOT I PROMISE...

Life has just been VERY hectic lately and I can't just sit and spend hours editing Izukus like I would love to be doing genuinely. If I had it my way I'd be editing Izukus constantly and staring at my boy's face all day.

Right now I'm dedicating most of my time to filling the queue up for @onebnhapageanhour because my thought process is if I can max out the queue for that one it'll post on its own for about a month and that'll be one less blog to fill the queue for.

When I first started these blogs it wasn't overwhelming at all and I could keep up VERY easily but I also did not have a lot going on life-wise but Everything Is Happening At Once so suddenly 4 active bnha gimmick blogs is a lot to keep up with!!

Which is also why the Kota panel blog and Dadmight panel blog haven't started emptying out their queues yet, I just don't have the time to add 2 more gimmick blogs to my schedule of filling the queues

I promise this blog is not dead, and neither is the Tenya panel blog!!

I WILL SAY. That this blog will go on a BREAK once we finish VOLUME 25. I've always had a break planned for after volume 25. It will be a MONTH LONG BREAK of no Izukus!! (Or Tenyas!)

HOWEVER during the break would be the perfect time to tag me in any panel edits, redraws, colorings, ect you do :) I will still reblog those here during the break!!

I might also queue up the original oneshot one Izuku panel a day during the break as a funny intermission. I think that'd be funny.

I'm also going to have those breaks between the final BNHA chapter and the next series, I'm thinking TUM next?

Actually, while I'm here...

[nero-vanderwolf]

July 14th, 2011 

The Arisato Household 

Makoto is woken up to the sounds of banging on his front door. 

Groggily, he sits up, craning his neck to peer at the clock on his nightstand. Through bleary eyes, he can just barely make out the time. 7:41 AM. 

Great. 

With a groan, he rolls over. Frankly, it’s none of his business who was at the door- Kotone usually takes care of that. 

However, the banging persists, and is now accompanied by the sounds of voices as well. 

Muffled though they are, Makoto is surprised to find he can still somewhat hear what they were saying. 

“Okay, okay! Jeez, they’re gonna think you’re trying to rob them or something,” one voice says. Another makes a sound of dissent. 

“Come on, like you wouldn’t do the same,” they say. Something about the voice’s tone strikes Makoto as oddly familiar. 

Another voice pipes up, their tone soft and eager. “Should we try the doorbell?” 

“Nah, they probably already know from the way this idiot was pounding on the door,” one says. How many people are outside...? 

Makoto sighs, rolling out of bed. Logically, he knows he needs to take his medicine before anything else, but a larger part of him wants to confront whoever is at his door and get it the hell over with. He has better things to do, after all. Like homework. 

When he steps into the living room, he sees Kotone already approaching the door. She glances at him, and he shrugs. Twin telepathy strikes again. 

Kotone seizes the door handle, and tugs the door open. 

There, on their doorstep, stands the old members of S.E.E.S. 

Junpei and Yukari fling themselves at the two of them as soon as they make eye contact, yelling “Surprise!” and causing general chaos among everyone. 

Makoto has enough comprehension left in his body to wrap his arms around Yukari tightly, spinning so her momentum won’t knock them both on their asses. His vision is blurry and he feels a familiar sting in his eyes and a wetness on his cheeks, and he buries his face in Yukari’s shoulder. 

The next five minutes are filled with hugs, tears, and joyous exchanges of words. Kotone pulls Akihiko and Shinjiro in for a double hug, Makoto allows Mitsuru to pull him in for a brief embrace. 

He’s in the middle of a (admittedly pleasant) chat with Fuuka when another person steps in through the door. 

Makoto freezes. He can’t help it, really- he wasn’t expecting to see her here of all places. 

Kotone screams and flings herself into Aigis’s arms, and Makoto is quick to follow. 

Aigis is quick to tears, holding the both of them as best she can. Kotone clings to her like a lifeline, and Makoto leans against her, listening to the sounds of a beating heart and faint whirring. 

When the twins finally step away from her, Makoto hurries to wipe his tears away. He really is happy that everyone is here, but it’s still a bit embarassing to cry in front of everyone. 

“How...? And why?” Kotone asks after a moment of silence. Junpei scoffs, but the sound holds no malice. 

“We could ask you the same thing, Kota-tan! I mean, one day you two just fell asleep, didn’t wake up for months, and now you’re both up and kickin’ again?” 

Makoto shifts his weight where he stands. Where to begin with that story? Should they tell the others about their strange dream, about their vision of fog and a new Wild Card, about the Velvet Room and them waking up at the same time, the moment a transfer student stepped foot in Inaba? 

Where do they begin? 

“It’s a long story,” Kotone says with ease, “one that shouldn’t be told standing up on empty stomachs. Let’s get some food, and when we come back, Makoto and I will tell you everything we can.” 

No one responds for a moment, but Ken’s stomach breaks the silence. 

He glances away, his cheeks pink. Shinjiro nudges him with an elbow. 

“Told ya you should’ve eaten before we left,” he said, and Ken graces him with a crude gesture in response. 

Makoto doesn’t bother tamping down the laughter that bubbles up, and nods to the door. For the briefest moment, he recalls their victory on the Moonlight Bridge years ago, back when they thought they had defeated the Twelve Shadows and eradicated the Dark Hour. Back then, he and Kotone had laughed, and made their victory cheer something no one could argue with even now, years later. 

“Let’s eat.” 

YAYYY THE GANG IS BACK TOGETHER!!!! SEES IS BACK BABY!!!! cant wait for them to meet the new wildcard... it would be interesting to see the different reactions to Souji and everything going on in Inaba. also love makoto just relying on kotone to answer the door while he sleeps. hes just like me fr....

[kasarawolf]

Summertime is the best time to.... stay inside? :DDD

[morbidology]

On April 17, 1994, Mika Kalevi Muranen, a 23-year-old conscript in the Finnish army, returned to the Hamina barracks following a brief holiday. Instead of resuming his regular duties, he absconded with an assault rifle from the barracks and journeyed to his hometown of Kota.

Upon arriving, he proceeded to his family's home, where he retrieved his crossbow and tragically ended the lives of his two neighbors, 53-year-old Reino Vulkko and his 54-year-old wife, Sirkka Vulkko. On April 19, he fatally shot 45-year-old mailman Matti Olli. Subsequently, he fled into the nearby woods, accompanied by his family dog, as the police initiated a relentless pursuit.

A harrowing firefight ensued between Muranen and the pursuing law enforcement officers. In the midst of the confrontation, the police, armed with submachine guns, shot Muranen's dog. Ultimately, Muranen was apprehended after sustaining a gunshot wound to the shoulder. He faced a litany of charges, including three counts of murder, eight counts of attempted murder, and three counts of attempted manslaughter. Consequently, he received a life imprisonment sentence.

In Finland, individuals sentenced to life imprisonment become eligible for parole consideration after serving 12 years. In September 2014, after spending two decades behind bars, Mika Muranen was released from prison. During his incarceration, he underwent training to become a lumberjack and expressed his earnest desire to reintegrate into society and lead a semblance of a normal life.

[south-of-heaven]

dakota kai x fem! reader being featured on her stream?

Company || Dakota Kai x Reader

Summary: Dakota wants company on stream.

The evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows of your shared home, bathing the living room in a soothing light. You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when your notifications pinged with a message from Dakota. She was up in her office, currently livestreaming one of her gaming sessions for her fans on OnlyUp.

"Hey babe," her text read, "could use some company. Wanna join me?"

You glanced around the cozy living room, considering the question for a moment. The truth was, you didn't want to miss the chance to spend time with her. With a quick response, you agreed to join her.

Bounding up the stairs two at a time, you reached her office in record time. Dakota's gaming setup was as impressive as ever, and you couldn't help but admire it for a brief moment before making your way toward her. You'd seen her play many times before, and she was undeniably skilled, but you always liked being there in person, cheering her on.

Dakota, engrossed in her game, didn't notice you at first. So you quietly settled on the couch just behind her, ready to provide the company she'd asked for. But as you were about to make yourself comfortable, she turned her head, spotting you out of the corner of her eye.

With a grin, Dakota leaned back in her gaming chair and reached out, grabbing your wrist gently. Before you could react, she tugged you down onto her lap, positioning you so that you faced the computer screen, comfortably seated on her legs.

"Hey, chat," she addressed her livestream audience, her voice carrying a hint of mischief, "look who decided to join us."

Your cheeks flushed as you greeted the chat with a wave, feeling Dakota's arms wrap around you. She continued to play, using her peripheral vision to guide her character through the game. Despite the slight hindrance to her line of sight and mobility, she was determined to keep her promise of spending time with you while providing entertainment for her viewers.

The chat lit up with welcoming messages, and Dakota chatted and laughed along with her fans, occasionally stealing glances at you and pressing soft kisses to your cheek or the top of your head.

As the evening wore on, you couldn't help but be amazed by her multitasking skills. Dakota was fully engaged with her fans while keeping you close, and it made you feel cherished.

Eventually, as the stream came to an end, Dakota set down her controller and turned her attention to you, her bright eyes filled with affection. "Thanks for keeping me company, love," she whispered, leaning in for a sweet kiss.

You smiled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "'Course, Kota. Anytime, okay."

With your support, both in her gaming and in life, Dakota knew she was a lucky woman, and she couldn't be happier to have you by her side.

[sketch-shepherd-art]

My Hiro & Reika family tree as part of my Ginga AU. They USED to be a part of my bear hound family tree (don't ask me to share that on Tumblr, it constantly changes) because I shipped Akahime/Kota with Bellatrix. Recently I decided to drop that ship for reasons... so here's the Hiro/Reika family tree by itself.

Black text denotes a canon character, red text denotes an OC.

Some notes:

Spindle is a character from the short story "Mel's Journey" from the Weed Gaiden manga. His breed is unconfirmed but since he looks like a Great Pyrenees I headcanon him as Hiro's uncle

Ref is from Namonaki Inu No Uta, a short story about John and Hidetoshi's visit to Africa. He later has a brief reunion with John in the GNG final battle before he's killed by Akakabuto's minion. Since in the GDW manga Reika mentions her father died in the battle against Akakabuto I'm headcanoning Ref was Reika's father

YES I know that the names "Akahime" and "Shirojiro" mentioned in GDN were errors and their names were later corrected as Kota and Jiromaru respectively. I'm sticking with the original names though because 1) Kota and Jiromaru have been names used in Ginga already which would be boring and repetitive (even as silly of a name as Shirojiro is) 2) Akahime means "red princess" which gives me an even bigger excuse to make the character female in my AU

I gave Hiro and Reika a second litter, just because I can. Also fun fact the names Shou and Ami are taken from an old fandom misconception that those were thought to be the names of two of Hiro and Reika's pups. It wasn't, they later revealed to be Kota and Jiromaru

[bekturan]

location: bread and butter

status: closed for @dakotaheise

Bek was utterly mystified by the way her brain worked.

The last time she’d seen Dakota she couldn’t remember for the life of her where to find adobo seasoning (was it with the general spices or in the ethnic aisle?) despite shopping at Bell’s all thirty-three years of her life, yet she remembered their exchange, brief as it might’ve been. 

With a warm smile and a near silent self-deprecating laugh at her own shortcomings she wandered over to where Liv’s younger sister sat. 

“Hey, Kota.” The smile on her face grew wider while she paused just shy of the table. “How did you luck out with the rest of that list the other day?” A tiny pang of guilt echoed in her chest at having been called away for work before she could really be much help. “Did you find what you needed?”

[himbos-hotline]

you were a good person once. i looked up to you.

for Kenny/Hangman

We made our peace with weariness and let it be.

Word count: 2267 words Ship: "Hangman" Adam Page/Kenny Omega Characters: Kenny Omega, "Hangman" Adam Page, Mentioned BCC, Mentioned Young Bucks and Brandon Cutler Triggers: Crying, Brief panic attack, Kenny is very self-guilty, men fighting, The ghost of Don Callis, The ghost of Kota Ibushi Authors note: So I am still thinking about the dynimite where Hangman stole an ambulance to save Kenny so like...Yes I am ignoring the BTE right afterwards so shhh.

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Wood cracks against the floor, sending blue slivers scattering across the polished linoleum backstage. Adam paces across the wooden chips, barely listening to the crackling under his feet. Fury licks at his temples, making his head ache. He wants a rink and some pain meds. He wants to sleep until Don Callis is nothing more than a few rotting bones buried in a rotten casket. It’s an evil thought, one that Adam almost hears whispered in Kenny’s voice, like it's a line from an misdirected promo that Adam wasn’t truly meant to hear.

He turns on the balls of his feet, fury making his legs tremble and his hands clenched into angry fists at his sides, he smacks his shoulder against the wall and that's when Adam chooses to give up. His chest is fluttering with every heavy breath and as he slides his back down the chipped brickwood, he smacks the back of his head against the wall. With his eyes closed Adam knows he’s a prime target for the Blackpool Combat Club but Mox and his gang of wannabe miscreants are the least of Adam’s worries right now. He doesn’t care if he’s the mouse in the trap or the cheese in the cage, he’s tired and he has to remind himself to breathe.

Breathe; nice and slow, in and out, a constant slow stream. In, hold, out. Just like his therapist had told him. In his mind he pictures waves washing up on a cloudy shoreline and he pictures the seafoam, bubbling around his ankles like Possidens kisses.

There's a distant echoing of footsteps that bounce around his brain and Adam’s eyebrows crease in annoyance. He wants a moment's peace and if he’s going to get jumped by the BCC, Regal must have never taught them the element of surprise.He presses his teeth together, pressing his jaws together so hard that his teeth feel like they're cracking under the pressure. He breathes through the pain, letting the pressure drop as the footsteps stop. He feels like he’s being watched, someone staring down at the crown of his head. Adam shifts and someone's hand falls onto his shoulder. Heavy and familiar and it burns. It burns like ashes from a fireplace or cigarette smoke first thing in the morning.

Breathe. He tells himself. Breathe through the pain. Breathe until the devilish puppet on his shoulder disappears back to its puppeteer strings.

In.

“Hangman?”

Hold.

“Hanger.”

Out.

“Adam.” His name comes out with a sigh and it hits his ears like chilly winter air. His eyes snap open and for a few moments, Adam’s eyelashes flutter in the darkness. Bile washes up his throat, coating his teeth with anger as he forces green eyes to stare dead ahead. He purposely doesn’t look at Kenny, not even from the corner of his eyes. He treats Kenny like a hallucination instead of something real; something that will disappear if Adam doesn’t pay attention to it anymore. He silently wills Kenny to get the message and leave Adam alone, surrounded by broken bits of wood and rusted nails and anger.

The hand on his shoulder drops and a breath that Adam didn’t know he was holding explodes past his lips in a sigh.

“Look at me.” Kenny’s voice borders on angry and the tone sparks at the fury that's half-settled at the bottom of Adam’s stomach. He loosens his grip on his jeans, pulling his knees slowly up to his chest. Adam blinks at the wall in front of him, stares at the nail embedded in the wall before letting his eyes close. Maybe he’s being stupid and childish and petty, doing the opposite of what Kenny’s telling him to do. But he doesn’t belong to Kenny anymore. Maybe he never did. Maybe the Kenny who cradled his face and pressed kisses to the inside side of his thighs was the same Kenny who signed the contract in blood and pushed Adam’s face into spilt liquor so hard that Adam could only find himself in the amber liquid.

Maybe the Kenny that had any chance of loving him was still in DDT pro-wrestling; all bright eyes and soft blond curls. Maybe the only Kenny capable of love is the one that’s held in Kota Ibushi’s soul.

“Adam.”

“Leave me alone.” His own voice feels rough; hissed between gritting teeth and he barely stomachs a glance at Kenny. He’s still dressed in his ring gear, a band aid across his forehead and ring tape trailing down the curve of his neck, down his shoulder. Kenny is hurt and Adam thinks that’s a good thing. Kenny is hurt and Adam feels guilty for being guiltless.

Kenny’s knees crack as he sits down besides Adam and that makes Adam feel a little bit more like a caged animal because Kenny is staring at him with the same gloriously blue eyes he stared at him with before. The soft, almost doe-like expression when he wants Adam to do something. When he needs Adam to do something. “Adam..?”

“Stop calling me that.” Adam whips his head around, fast enough that it makes his brain feel a little oxygen deprived. His shoulder bumps against Kenny’s and it’s only then does Adam’s brain really register how close the older man is to him. Their noses could press together if Adam angled his chin downwards, just a little.

Kenny raises an eyebrow almost like he’s urging Adam on; poking at the fire he sees twirling around Adam’s pin-point pupils. “Why?” Kenny asks and Adam feels like they’ve stopped talking about his name. “Why did you hurt Don?” For a few moments, Adam blinks at his reflection in Kenny’s eyes, watching his eyes flicker like he’s searching for the answer. Kenny sounds sad. Like Callis isn’t the one that paid off the BCC to hurt the Bucks. Like he isn’t the reason why Matt and Nick are currently curled up in separate hospital rooms, staring at empty walls.

Adam drops his stare first, turning to look back at the floor. He picks at invisible splotches on his jeans. “Why can’t you see what he’s doing to you?” His palms smooth over his thighs and Kenny pulls back, blinking heavily like Adam’s just slapped him. Adam’s hands itch with the want to hit him.

“What?” Kenny answers with an intake of breath, running his hand across the nape of his neck. “Don is family… he-”

“WE are family!” Adam snaps, roaring up onto his knees. His voice is louder than what he expected it to be. But Kenny is so deep into the spider's web, Adam can almost see the silky,white lines of control wrapping around Kenny’s throat like a noose. “Matt is your family. Nick is your family! Fuck Brandon and Nak and..And I’m your family!” His anger makes him stand, towering over Kenny like a wild animal over wounded prey. “Why cant ya fucking see that?!”

Adam shovers Kenny’s bad shoulder into the wall, sending his head careening into the chipped paintwork. For a few seconds, Kenny just blinks cluelessly before he shoves himself forward, Adam can taste the mint chewing gum on Kenny’s breath as he growls into the small amount of space between the two of them. Kenny’s hands are wrapped around the lapels of Adam’s leather jacket; his eyes are a furious blue and he’s heaving in heavy, furious breaths.

“What are you gonna do huh Kenny? Hit me? Is that what Don’s told you to do huh? To come find me and fight for his honor because he’s too fucked up to-”

Kenny’s lips are warm against Adam’s; warm and furious and Adam feels his brain short circuits. His eyes flick around the darkened corridor before falling on Kenny’s face; eyes all screwed up closed and his hands white-knuckled against his jacket. “Kiss me asshole.” Kenny mumbles against Adam’s still lips, voice so quiet that it sounds like hes begging.

Adam thrashes his head once he registers what happens, hard enough to smack his forehead against Kenny’s. “I-what-I no!” He takes a step back, feels splinters pierce through the heels of his boots. “No..Kenny I..I can’t.” He rubs his hands down the front of his jacket, using his wrists to knock Kenny’s hands away. “I’m not going to kiss you.”

Kenny looks hurt. He has the audacity to look hurt. His hands hover like he’s going to try to grab at Adam again before they drop, swinging at his sides. “He’s family Adam…He’s the only family I have..” Kenny coughs slightly, lets his eyes float to stare at the floor and Adam scrubs a hand over his face.

He still smells like hospital-grade hand sanitizer. “What about Matt? And Nick? They’re your family Kenny..They-.. They love you.”

“Do they?” The question takes Adam by surprise. He blinks at Kenny, tries to read his distant expression. It’s a fact that everyone knows whenever they look at the Elite; the group is one where love runs deepest. Saying that Matt and Nick don’t love Kenny is like saying the clouds don’t produce rain; stupid and easily refutable. It’s a fact engranded in wrestling, in existence, in the very foundations of life. “Does anyone love me?”

Adam paused. The question knocks all semblance of anger out of his body; his shoulders sag and he carefully blinks at Kenny, watching his eyebrows flit between creased and smoothed out as he blinks, quicker and quicker. Tears well in the corner of Kenny’s eyes and Adam finally taps into the corner of his heart that he’s kept locked away for over two years. He wraps his arms slowly around Kenny’s middle and sighs when his head tucks snugly under his chin.

It's almost like they match; two chipped puzzle pieces made to fit together through hurt and damage. Adam lets Kenny hide his face in his shoulder, rubbing his back as he feels the smaller man tremble against his chest. He hates seeing anyone cry but it’s always been different with Kenny; his tears feel like rusted swords digging into Adam’s skin. “Hey, shhh. So many people love ya Kenny.” He whispers into Kenny's curls, using his fingers to separate the two different tones. Kenny’s ring-worn nails drag softly across his scalp and Kenny makes a soft sound, almost like a thank you . Adam keeps talking, words dripping like a broken faucet into Kenny’s soft curls.

“You’re so funny and kind and soft with animals. What ain’t there to love huh?” The question is rhetorical, carrying a deeper meaning than what Adam means, but Kenny raises watery eyes from his shoulder and sniffles. “I’m not a good person..I hurt people.”

“You don’t…something in you does..something that you can’t control. Ya can’t he-”

“But I can fix it.” Kenny sounds so determined. So stubborn that Adam nearly pays attention to the pressure growing just behind his eyes. “Right? And then I can be a good person again…and…”

“Kenneth.” Adam cradles his face in his hands, using his ring-scuffed nails to push the tears off Kenny’s reddened cheeks. “You don't need to fix anythin’ about you. I know that…you know that.”

“But…”

“Yeah you were a good person. Once. I usedta be a good person too..people change an’ you can't fix that. You can’t stop people changing and sometimes you never get that person y’looking for back and it hurts and it sucks to all hell. But people will always love every version of you. Of me.. Of everyone.”

Kenny blinks for a few moments before he slowly tilts his head, leaning his cheek against Adam's palm; his skin is tacky and warm and Adam can barely hold back anymore. His lips graze against the band aid across Kenny’s forehead, nose pressing into a scar on his hairline and he doesn’t expect Kenny to stay. But he does. Kenny leans deeper into Adam's twitching fingers and lets his eyes settle closed.

“I looked up to you. Know that?” Kenny whispers a little while later. He’s got his head leaded against Adam’s shoulder, picking splinters out of the leather of Adam’s cowboy boots, rubbing at his thighs, laying across his lap. Adam looks up from his phone, raises his eyebrows in slight surprise. “Yeah.”

“Why?” Adam doesn’t mean to prompt more conversation, but the small smile that grace Kenny’s is enough to make him sit up and pull Kenny to sit in his lap, letting him fall into his shoulder blade. He’s always known Kenny gets clingy after an explosion of emotions and for a few moments, he lets himself become soft again towards him.

They always used to be so soft to one another. Maybe they could be again…eventually.

“You’re so full of love. For everything..” Kenny whispers, fingers tapping an incomprehensible rhythm out on the back of Adam’s jacket. “You love with everything you have..doesn’t it scare you?”

Adam presses a kiss to his temple, stroking his hand down the dip of Kenny’s spine. “Sometimes. Fear never stopped us before.”

“You’re right.”

Kenny looks like he’s going to say something else, his lips part slightly but Adam’s phone starts vibrating against the floor, country music blaring out the speaker and Kenny can’t help the small squeaking laugh that explodes past his lips.

“It's a good song!” Adam mumbles, bottom lip jutting out slightly as he scans through the text messages from Brandon. “You wanna come with me to pick up the Bucks from the hospital? Brandon says they’re high as kites.”

“Yeah. You should also return the ambulance..”

“Yeah..”

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Fresh Crops! October 7 - October 13, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

LUST - by kopipuna; WIP, 12/?, 61k; Language: Bahasa Indonesia

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Claire the Farmer/Gray; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Gray, Duke, Doug | Dudley, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Zack, Brandon, Cliff, Anna, Rick, Karen Additional Tags: Romance, Sex, Drama & Romance, Friends With Benefits, Psychological Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Social Issues, Social drama Summary: Ada pendatang baru yang membeli kebun bobrok di sana. Sebuah keputusan paling bodoh dan ekstra tolol, menurut Gray, lelaki 24 tahun yang sudah mengidap kebosanan akut. Gray sendiri sudah mengidam ingin hengkang dari tempat ini, kota sialan ini, juga segala hidup monoton di dalamnya. Apa yang dipikirkan pendatang itu? Terserah apa yang dimaui si pendatang, Gray akan berusaha tidak peduli dan jauh-jauh saja darinya. Takut ketularan tolol. Namun Duke muncul dengan rencana paling sialan di dunia. Gara-gara rencana konyolnya, Gray jadi terjebak dalam situasi bersetubuh dengan perempuan yang dikata-katainya tolol. Bukan hanya sekali, tapi berkali-kali, mungkin sampai ratusan kali. Sialannya, tubuh pendatang ini enak sekali. Namun meski seenak apa pun mereka merasakan persetubuhan, hubungan mereka hanya boleh sebatas ini.

Tell Me Why - by Dreamy_Serenade; Complete, 1/1, 2.1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandom: DS Cute Relationship: Jill the Farmer/Witch Princess Additional Tags: brief Lumina appearance, Rock does not appear but is talked about, sorry Rock is a dick here, Misunderstandings, Getting Together Summary: Jill and the Witch Princess had a fight last season, and still haven't made up. Jill, however, has had enough of waiting around for an apology, and decides to take a direct approach.

Runaway - by almakazam; WIP, 12/?, 115k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Gen, Other Fandoms: Back To Nature, Friends of Mineral Town, DS Cute Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Kai, Claire the Farmer & Kai; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Kai, Pete | Jack, Marlin | Matthew, Pony | Aya | Jill, Popuri, Gray, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Cliff, Karen, Rick, Elli | Elly, Doctor | Trent Additional Tags: Runaway, Drama & Romance, Romance, Family Drama, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Double Life, Heir & Heiress, Childhood Trauma, Past Character Death, Based On Original Harvest Moon Games, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Near Death Experiences, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Character Development, Slice of Life, 1990s, Light Angst, Friendship, Developing Friendships, Character Study, Smoking, Cruise Ships, Shipwrecks, harvest moon for girls, Mutual Pining, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: Claire has always played the part of the perfect daughter, but behind the façade lies years of control and frustration. It all finally comes to a head when her father ends her engagement and arranges a new marriage to a man she doesn't know, ultimately pushing her to run away. Little did she know that her new groom-to-be is also planning his own escape.

Burning Gold - by AppleBeryll; WIP, 18/?, 46k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Gray/Mary the Librarian | Marie, Claire the Farmer/Rick, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Kai, Claire, Cliff, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Doug | Dudley, Rick, Popuri, Saibara, Karen, Mineral Town Residents, Gray Additional Tags: Slow Burn Summary: Claire seeks a new life, will mineral town be what she's hoping for ?

Sasha and her vibrator - by Thefallen1986; Complete, 1/1, <100

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Character: Sasha Additional Tags: Sexual Fantasy, Sexual Frustration, Vibrators Summary: Sasha has fun with a vibrator

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Yeah Hori seems to have sacrificed everything in the last chapter just for the twist/"comedic" moment of all might smashing the logo and having Deku live his dream again

Basically he ironically made it neither realistic nor a wish fulfilment ending, the worst possible scenario - just so the "reveal" could theoretically be more impactful (which is also dubious, seems if it was just pushed to a reunion the first year after graduating, hori could have kept that "oh I guess I have to live realistically while others have their dreams- psyche" thing, if he really wanted to have it, eh)

Yeah, im gonna make a bigger post about this sometime later(eithe rtoday or tomorrow), ut the big tonal problem with the final chapter is that it tries to be both tones.

It tries to be a full on bad or bittersweet ending, similar to how the previous epilogue chapters were, as reality ensues as Izuku lost his quirk, he became forgotten by the public(notice only hero otakus know who he is) because no matter how big his deeds were the system rewards long term success not the greatest heights, he didnt get together with the girl he likes, and his friends moves on withouth him.

But it doesnt have the bitter tone necessary to make it work, and subsequentially make the final twist work as a reversal either.

It instead portrays itself as this is just a happy ending with some sad but realistic consequences... Completely ignoring that this is(right up until the end) by all accounts a full on bad ending.

The whole his relationships breaking down and him building a quirkless life for hinself for 5 years does not work if it's within the context of "This is a happy ending" as the chapter tries to paint it.

If Hori wanted this happy tone despite everything that happened, he needed to go all in on it. Have izuku embrace his new life, if not Uraraka, have him marry someone else, hell a new character we had never met before would have worked better than what we actually got.

We needed to see him actually interact with students who love him rather than just a brief glimpse from Kota and having Aizawa talk about it.

The chapter needed to either be tragic enough for the twist to actually feel like a reversal, or just a glorious final note to wnd on.

It could not be both, but thats what it tried to be, and as such it failed.

Something changed in the production stage, wheter it was due to Hori or his editor, but exactly what im not sure, other than the fact the original ending would have involved Izuku hooking up with uraraka.

My guess is that his transitioning into Iron deku would have been much more brutal with him losing and replacing his arms with steel, mechanical ones permanently before the editor deemed it too brutal. Other than that, i dont care to spectulate.