#ONSEN ED!!!!!

[danieyells]

Upcoming card!

There's only one today! Maybe they're hiding them so it's harder for me to give everyone previews. Sorry it's late I took my sleep meds a little early and forgot to check. You've got like 10 hours as of posting this before it rolls out tho!

Sure hope that's not sunlight. . .Ed can't even taste that food lmao unless it's specially made anomalous dango. . . .

Character Card: Idle Conversation(「遊惰な草枕」  "Indolent Overnight Stay") Skill: Your Home, My Home(「客間で我が物顔」  "In The Guest Room Like He Owns The Place") Fully Awakened Skill: Sensual Soak(「湯煙に溶ける魔香」  "Demon Incense Mixing With Steam") Warding Card: Human Pleasures(「現世満喫中」  "Enjoying Their Present Lives To The Fullest")

No new cosmic bonds either. Or the ones that got added are for the previous chapters lol.

The usual applies!

Gacha is gambling! Cards rerun eventually! Don't go crazy with spending if you don't get the cards you want!

My Japanese isn't very good so take those translations with a grain of salt!

Keep your vampires out of the sun.

[istharoth]

Going on a trip so obscuary onsen cards from that one ad mayhaps,,,

BUTLER OBSCUARY AND HOPEFULLY ONSEN OBSCUARY!!!

This is a need ;-;

[thistransient]

In the ongoing quest to force myself to go out and do new things instead of lie morosely on park benches, I decided on a whim to visit the Beitou Hot Spring Museum. It was free. I'd never been to Xinbeitou before. Surely there wouldn't be that many people on a Thursday afternoon.

I debated walking from Beitou Station but ended up taking the little one-stop rail extension, and was surprised at how busy it was. There was a queue to get in when I arrived at the museum, I retreated to sit on a nearby retaining wall and reconsider my life choices. Eventually the line diminished and I decided well, I'd come this far. The main reward for my perseverance was a cute staff member at whom I directed several furtive glances at while stuck in the re-established queue (albeit at the front this time, I made some brief conversation with the older lady holding the line and she explained there were two large tour groups on their way out). We eventually made eye contact when I happened upon them later outside another room. They said hello to me in English. I nodded and hastily escaped into the next exhibit, deciding not to envision our future together as this was probably standard behaviour for museum employees.

The queueing turned out to be because one needed to exchange one's shoes for slippers to get in, and there was a very strict In and Out procedure in place. Once the crowd dispersed I had a look around. While in the midst of reading an untranslated sign in Chinese, a different elderly lady staff member materialised and showed me where to scan for English. I said I didn't actually need it, whereupon we started to chat. I had inadvertently bitten off more than I could chew this time, and it was only with great difficulty I extracted myself from the chatting. When I made another round through the area she approached again, trying to recommend me a nearby hot spring with some sort of special local mineral. I insisted it was not necessary. She insisted it was. I suggested I did not care to be unclothed with strangers. She assured me men and women were segregated, all the men together, all the women together! I told her very firmly that I did not need the address of this establishment, and fled the premises.

[rythyme]

knock in 2017: "i'm NOT gay. i'm just a straight man who likes having gay sex and i'm dating a gay man. what's a condom."

knock (knock boys) in 2024: "just finished talking about pansexuality and sex toys at the university sex ed club. here, have this condom. i guessed your size when i saw your dick at the onsen lol. good sex is safe sex 👍"

[yumedoca]

And UY's third cour's final PV dropped.... which means it's time for me to share my thoughts!!

(And as usual. Ignore the shitty quality of the screenshots)

First up, I have to mention the fact that MAISONdes is doing the OP and ED again!! The new OP is 'Rock On*' feat. Hashimero, Meguru and the new ED is 'Raizakura' feat. 9Lana, SAKURAmoti. Here are the gorgeous album cover arts for both songs and oh my gosh, they are so precious!!

*It might either be 'Lock on' since the Japanese pronunciation for 'L' and 'R' sounds the same.

(Edit: Seems like it is 'Lock on' after all!!)

As for my thoughts on the songs themselves, so far they sound great, but to form a proper opinion I need to hear the whole thing as well as see how it pairs with the visuals.

Now to the actual PV itself.. (Attention: Spoilers!!)

First up, as expected, there's a lot of new footage shown. Many of them are from the episodes shown in the previous PV which I've already discussed (go read it if you haven't, since this is technically a part 2) so I'm not going to talk about any episode shown previously unless it's new or specifically worth mentioning..

First, I want to talk about the adaptation of the hilariously deceptive 'Lum becomes a cow' chapter. Let's be honest, this is hands down the funniest AtaLum chapter of all time and it looks like the remake is making the AtaLum moments in this one extra dramatic (they even added rain for more effect!) just so the final payoff would hit us in the most hilarious way possible (unless those bits are from something else but I doubt it). AtaLum enjoyers (me included) are being really well fed this cour, huh?

I don't know where these and a few others come from (please tell me if you know!!). I'm guessing the fourth one might be from the chapter about Ryu's mom since it was already confirmed previously and the montage looks like a flashback with lot of beach vibes but I might be wrong. The Kotatsu Neko one might come from the Kitsune (fox) chapter with the photo and camera since I remember a similar scene which looks like that shot, but again I might be wrong. There are a few other scenes as well (Onsen-mark getting hit, Ten hanging from a tree and such). Maybe they're anime original scenes? Who knows, but we'll know sooner enough...

That's really all I have to say anything new about the PV, everything else are chapters I've already pointed out. That aside I do have to give props to how absolutely gorgeous everything looks as well as the fluid animation. The above shot of Lum and Ten sleeping is so pretty!! There are others but there's too many to count and it's obvious which all they are. I also like how Inaba's bunny realm looks and I'm also in love with AtaLum's outfit colorings for their 'date' in the electric jungle arc, they're kinda caramel coded!! Speaking of AtaLum, the PV also showed a lot of their key moments which surprised me since I though they'd keep those a secret till the episode airs, but to be fair, it's only bits and it did end up making the PV a bit emotional.. :')

(I had space for one more image till I hit Tumblr's limit so here, have an Inaba coming out of a trash can. He looks so proud of himself XD)

Anyways, that's all for now. This cour seems to be very AtaLum focused, to the point where the OP and ED album cover arts have both Lum and Ataru in it!! But it still has other fun storylines as well and I'm excited for all the episodes, may it be big or small. There's one week left and we'll probably get next weeks episode titles on Tuesday (as how it always is). One more week, here we go!!!

[wreckingtickles]

Masterlist

All the chapters, present and future, of the The Auction series, plus any extra stories I may have written.

The entire Auction series contains adult content, and the chapters that are explicitly NSFW are labeled as such.

Characters in NSFW stories are 18+ (I hope the stories themselves make it clear).

THE AUCTION

Auction Hall:

Prologue & Bundle 1: 3,505 words

Bundle 2: 2,235 words

Bundle 3: 1,478 words (NSFW)

Intermission: 1,911 words (NFSW)

Bundles 4 & 5: 1,722 (NSFW)

Bundle 6: 2,725 (NSFW)

Extra:

@sallage's Your Turn, Blasty (a Bundle 2 spin-off), lee Baku, ler Shindo

Pre-Finale Coda (NSFW), lees Awase, Kaibara, Mirio, Monoma, Natsuo, Shinso, Tsuburaba

Auctionees and Bidders:

Kaminari & Mx Rake: 4,274 words (NSFW)

Shindo & Mx Berry: 2,812 words (NSFW)

Midoriya & Mx Pastry: 5,991 words (NSFW)

Todoroki & Mx Glove: 5,162 words

Ojiro, Inasa & Mx Fluff: N/A (NSFW)

Kirishima & Mx Tech: 7,064 (NSFW)

Bakugo & Mx Mob: 7,792 words (NSFW)

OTHER STORIES:

Tama v. Bakugo: 2,678 words, lee Baku

The Tree (NSFW): 2,043 words, lee Baku (read this ask first)

Stirrups (NSFW): 3,810, lee Baku, ler Kiri

Stirrups 2 - The Revenge (NSFW): 732 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

Say the line, Bakugo!: 2,924 words, lee Baku

Onsen Nonsense: 7,559 words, lee Inosuke

Ruffling Their Feathers: 7,312 words, lees Baku and Todo, ler Hawks

Hard Time (NSFW): 6,206 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

1 Hour in Tickle Hell!: 7,757 words, lee Izuku, ler Mirio

Kirishima wants his apology: 745 words, lee Baku, ler Kiri

Bakugo wants his apology (NSFW): 428 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

Only Uke Are Ticklish?!: 1,789 words, switches Sasaki & Miyano

Red Riot's Weirdest Fans - Part 1 (NSFW): 5,271 words, lees Kiri and Baku

ASKS/DRABBLES:

Tutoring & Punishment (unfinished), lee Kirishima, ler Baku

Natsuo's hot sauna (NSFW), lee Natsuo

Big bro gets tickled, lee Natsuo

How everyone found out Baku's ticklish

How to make Baku atone

The Wheel, lee Bakugo

The Milkman (NSFW), lee Bakugo

Bakugo's Overdue Class 1-A Apologies (SFW but sadistic)

Bakugo's Overdue Class 1-B Apologies (SFW but sadistic)

HEADCANONS:

Charts:/Ratings

Eijiro Kirishima (NSFW)

Izuku Midoriya (NSFW)

Shoto Todoroki

Naruto Uzumaki (NSFW)

Sasuke Uchiha (NSFW)

Natsu Dragneel (NSFW)

Gray, Sting, Laxus, Jellal (NSFW)

Monkey D. Luffy (NSFW)

Ichigo Kurosaki (NSFW)

Inosuke Hashibira (NSFW)

Link

Others:

Auction MHA guys worst spots (NSFW)

Ojiro

Bakugo

Midoriya

Kaminari

Hawks

Sero

Natsuo

Shoji

Dabi & Shigaraki

Goku

Ed Elric

[ofmdee]

Ten Thousands Waves of Pleasure (2021 words) by gingerkitty, gaydeviants Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Kinktober, Bathing, Frottage, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, but its still private, Blow Jobs, Sauna, Hot Tub, Hot Springs & Onsen, NSFW Art, Embedded Images Summary:

It’s their 5-year anniversary, and Ed wanted to treat Stede to a little get away. He brings them to a Japanese-style onsen resort tucked away in the mountains of Santa Fe. It’s late October, so it’s not too cold out yet, but enough of a chill that the hot tub will feel amazing. He’d even booked them a couple’s full body massage. He cant wait to check out the hot tub with Stede.

first fic collaboration for kinktober!!!

day 6: bathing || frottage || "doesn't that feel good?"

as always, if anyone wants to collaborate ever on anything, pls hit me up!

hoping that gif isn't Too Spicy lmfao, they could be wearing bathing suits, tumblr, you don't know!!! (they're not 🤭)

[sims4t2bb]

weekly update - part 1

Hello everyone, and happy Sunday! We hope you're sitting down with a nice, warm drink as you're browsing through today's update; it's such a long one, it was split into two parts (find part two here)! 🍵☕

The first part of the updates for this week can be found under the cut, as always! 🍃

— Base Game

Buy Mode

Dizzy Palms Ceiling Fan and Perfect Plumbob Ceiling Fan conversions by ePSYlord has been added.

Build Mode

Dots of Color, Dream within a Dream, Drywall, Dulcet Duet, Eldan Secrets, Electric Sheepskin, Essence of Pastel, EveryShade, Fair & Square, Firehouse Brick, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

— Expansion Packs

Get To Work

Clinical Panels conversion by @lordcrumps has been added.

Get Together

Baa Baa Barn Style, Brickwall, Brickwork, Clutched Stones, Coloring Within the Lines, Dressing Mortar, Elaborate Plastering, Embellished Mucilage, Embroidered Plaster, Get Ruins, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

City Living

Alleyway Bricks, Brickhouse Wall Pattern, Faded Memories, Large Fancy Wall Tiles, “Mold”ed Baseboard, More Mortar Bricks Wall Pattern, Street Walking City Bricks Wall Pattern, and Worn Stripes conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Seasons

Craftsman Stonewall, Woodstone Crafter’s Wall, and Worn Wood Siding conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Get Famous

Faux Wood Shingles Full Panel, Faux Wood Shingles Half Panel, Homemade Brick, Long Large Bricks, Opulent Panelled Brocade, Simply Stucco, Small Long Bricks, Sound Off Fabric Panelling, Sound Stage Panelling, and Veins of Gold Marble Walls conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Island Living

Bamboo Breeze Ceiling Fan conversion by ePSYlord has been added.

Natural Curves, Need for Reed, Seafarer, Tessellated Lava Rock, and Walk the Plank conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Discover University

Accented Stone, Britechester Brick Stone, Dorm Chic, Foxbury Stone, Stones that Groove, and The Gibbs conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Eco Lifestyle

Clean Slate, From the Earth Itself, Plastered Style, Rusted Iron, Smooth Panelling, Upcycled and Upcycled, and Tough conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Snowy Escape

Onsen-style Tile Murals, Peak Design Stone Tile, Summit Cedar, Summit Cedar Support Beam, Tea House Wainscotting, and Winter Warmed Wood Panelling conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Cottage Living

Brick Whisper, Flowered Vines Wainscoting - Left, Flowered Vines Wainscoting - Right, Garden Party Wainscoting, Quite Cobbled, and Sunlit Stone conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

High School Years

Another Brick for the Wall, Bricks of Academia, Honey, Comb On!, Melting Waves, Miles of Tiles, Papyrus in Art Deco, The Hallway Stone, and The Perfect Plaster conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Growing Together

Between the Lines Shingles, Half Stripe, Full Hype Tile, Haughty Herringbone Wall Tile, Hide & Sleek Metal Panels, Slate-ly Tiled, Suburban Dream Siding, and Well Crafted Masonry conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

— Game Packs

Outdoor Retreat

Horizontal Clapboard and Vertical Clapboard conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Spa Day

A Concrete Idea, Matchstick Magic, Minimal Slats, Perfect Horizontal Mosaic, Perfect Vertical Mosaic, Rectangular Flows, Ridiculously Rectangular Runner, Steamy Sideways Slats, Steamy Slats, The Glow that Flows Wall Panel, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Dine Out

Determined Brick, Lofty Brick, and Modern Wood Panelling conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Vampires

Brooding Brick Pattern, Floral Bat Motif, Narrow Victorian Wall Pattern, Neoclassic Wall Panelling, Patterned Bat Column Print, Vertical Bat Motif, and Victorian Wall Pattern conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Parenthood

Misty Forest Wallpaper, Multi-Theme Kids Room Wallpaper, Simple Paint with Wainscot Panelling, Stone Motif with Wainscot Panelling, and Tiled Patterns with Wainscot Panelling conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Jungle Adventure

High Tiled Mosaic, Low Tiled Mosaic, Ornate Stone Blocks, Small Plain Tiles, Smooth Concrete Two-Tone, Smooth Concrete with Stone Bottom, Solid Concrete, Solid Smooth Stone, Solid Stone Blocks, Stucco ‘n Stone, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Strangerville

Corrugated Metal and Metal Enclosure conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Realm of Magic

Enchanting Dainty Daisy, Magnificent Brick, Spellbinding Tile, and Venerable Brick conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Journey to Batuu

Concrete Construct, Ridges and Gravel, Strong Foundation, and Worn But Not Broken conversion by @lordcrumps have been added.

Dream Home Decorator

Trilateral Ornamentations conversion by @lordcrumps has been added.

My Wedding Stories

Sun Faded Paint conversion by @lordcrumps has been added.

Werewolves

All the images have been updated.

Alphabetised all items.

Some items were recategorised.

The page menu has been updated.

The coding has been cleaned up and standardised.

Caution Brick Wall, No Caution Brick Wall, andThrice-Rebuilt Cabin Walls conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Rusted Factory Fan conversion by ePSYlord has been added.

— Kits

Industrial Loft

Hot August Nights Fan conversion by ePSYlord has been added.

Desert Luxe

Sandstorm Ceiling Fan conversion by ePSYlord has been added.

[helloescapist]

To See His Smile

Word Count: 5,598

Setting: slow burn oneshot, Amajki x GN!reader; SFW

Content Warning(s): none

Summary: From your first encounter with the seemingly stoic hero, Suneater to the aloof senpai of The Big 3, and all of the pieces in between, you adored the many sides of Amajiki Tamaki, but what you loved most of all was the smile he rarely shared.

[Not my art, credit goes to the artist!]

There were so many sides to him, more than just the stoic emerging hero the public knew and adored. More the embodiment of anxiety and social recluse U.A. students were familiar with. There were so many sides to him, layers wrapped delicately and protectively like a rosebud who dared not yet blossom. The first glimpse beneath the surface was enough to have you hooked, not that you had ever intended to meet that fated day.

The train set for the Kansai region bustled with energy having departed on a school excursion. The optimistic chatter amongst classmates. Assigned groups knitted closely together. Some compared brochure notes, dedicated themselves to sight-seeing, the thrill of exploring neighboring temples and aging castles claiming their attention; others simply swapped treats amongst themselves pocky for senbei, health snacks packed by doting parents lost amongst the bargaining, all too willing to subject themselves to a wayward tour. Although based off of the composed members, it was likely their bellies would be their guide. While one group discussed desired activities, hearts poured into escaping to the shopping districts and local fashions, another could be heard just as eagerly plotting buoyant romantic rendezvous, daring to sneak into co-ed hotel rooms. The distant views of sakura trees passing them by, Mount Yoshino’s beauty left astray. Gentle waves of white and pink blossoms framed against a sky outline before the inevitable drawing of the destined station. Your own group partners adored in their perspective uniform, having chattered away as you watched the flowers disappear from view. Of all the things you had considered would happen that day, hanging off the side of a building was not in mind.

                The arrival was swift and full of excitement to the prospect of independence. Quick to disburse luggage at the school-selected onsen, not having bothered to change out of uniforms, and barely having the time to snug a scarf around your neck to protect from the chill the region offered before your group ushered you forward. Your heart practically humming in your eardrums, beyond excited at the prospect of visiting the sky gardens in person. From the shopping opportunities, restaurants, cafes, adorable mascots, and so much more, you were thrilled at the opportunity to immerse yourself in the botanical gardens, and be swept away of the composition of traditional Japanese flora, the even more tempting opportunities to interact with rare species accumulated from other countries, alluring for someone of your particular quirk. And the very reason you had crossed your fingers, prayed to every shrine and every God you could surmise, hinted at your group peers in the hope that they would consider it a stopping place for your voyage—your opportunity mostly provided by Yuki’s enthusiasm for pudding peeked at the mention of a famous café that was hosted by the botanical garden. The hearts were practically shined in her eyes as her hands clasped your own tightly, yanking you forward impatiently and excitedly. Her sunshine yellow hair printed with orange pats, her grin brighter than the sun, and the red plaid of her skirt ruffled as she urged you to run, tossing all decorum to the side. Behind you, the opposite to her energy were your companions, Aoi being pushed forward. Uneasy, murmuring about heights, and Mizuki’s hands pressed firmly across his shoulders as he urged him forward, half bothered to share words of reassurance but not dedicated enough to hide their exhaustion from the train. Your group parting upon the entry of the premise. Yuki pudding bound, her gusto radiating causing her tail to tap eagerly against the ground. Aoi tucked closely behind her, doing his best to remind her of her manners much like a motherly hen. Mizuki having found a fondness for the building’s mascot, and you slipped off to the gardens.

                And it was worth it. So very worth it. The gardens were nothing short of breathtaking. Tiers of gardens coordinated and widespread amongst the indoor radius. Its extensive variety flora captivating viewers. Waves of colors, symphony of scents. The occasional delicate floral notes orchestrated from roses, a tropical hint from palms, spicy white dianthus caryophyllus, and citrus notes from lemon balm. The calming effects of nature at your beck and call, and the colors that graced the sites. Reds derived from ginger plants and celosia. Oranges tinted from fruit bearing trees, kalanchoe thrysiflora, and yellows painted with devil’s tongues, and marigolds. Greens gifted from various ivy types, and dusty hues from barberry, agave, and even Chinese Jujube. Blues of many varieties ranging from lavenders to hydrangeas, and then there were the purples. Mystical wisteria, magical foxglove, and masquerading nightshade. Peaceful, and opportunities you could ever dream of, as you breathed in the warmth. Acknowledged the passing by of viewers. Groups of students that frocked pass you, whispers of romantic proposals, lovers that dared to sneak kisses from prying eyes, and even families on an outing. The only real question was, were to start. Hours poured over studying the brochure and information pamphlets, there were so many wonderful beginnings, opportunities to dive into study. But where? Where? There. Perfuming the air as you inspected petal after petal, delicate to the plant as you leaned over on bent knees, tucking your heart intentionally behind your ear as your lashes grazed your cheeks. The current specimen at your fingertips, dracaena. Careful to avoid any pricks as you inspected its pores, examined soil textures, and took notes on its surrounding, and potential uses. How difficult it would be to manifest this particular plant, and how tasking it might be on your stamina, body, and potential side-affects it may have on the environment, targets, or even yourself. Biting your lips, you were too absorbed in the specimen to notice your surroundings. The rush of students and onlookers peering from windows. Distant noise of explosions that lightly vibrated the spikes upon the Dracaena causing you to glance up, but for later than you would like to admit. Intrigue had turned to terror, people fled from the windows, the shattering of glass, and crumbling of walkways beneath your feet. Stationed at the edge of the sky botanical, visitors flooded the exits, and your heart thrummed in your ears. Eyes locked on the busied exit. A familiar pump of adrenaline in your muscles, but the distant ebb of a wail tore your gaze from escape.

                A little girl dressed in overalls that hung loosely on her shoulders, hung desperately to the ground. Her fingers giving out beneath her as the building swayed with some unseen collision. Her eyes wide as tears rolled from her cheeks. Trembling as she screamed for her guardian, but amongst the growing tragedy, her voice was lost amongst the crumbling rubble. A bite of your lip, and quick calculations in your thoughts as you scanned every flora in your immediate knowledge before devising a half hazard plan drawn from necessity. Drawing yourself forward, you stretched your hands out, manifesting the strength of Chocolate Vines, its scent carried on the smoke as you wound it around a steel beam, the end coiled snug against your wrist as you dived for the child.

                Nope. Of all the possibilities the day offered, it had never occurred to you that you would be hanging from the side of a building, snagged against the side of the building with scratches marring your flesh. Shattered glass and crumbling concrete, and a child secured tightly at your side. Her sobs echoing your ear drums as she buried her nose into the flesh of your ribs. Given the circumstances, what with the life-threatening consequences one wrong move could provide, you hadn’t suspected that of all the whispers of romantic endeavors your classmates had dreamed of would star you. You.

                His mask, adorned in gold trim across his brow pass the bridge of his nose. Indigo tinted, his temple drawn, eyes squinted, and tentacles??? While the information is relatively unsurprising looking back on that fateful day, at the time, it was the quite the shock as he hoisted the combined weight of the child and you towards him before snagging onto your torso. Your vines beginning to wilt and snag, growing weak stressed from the demands. Around you, the building was unstable, the child anxious and trembling, and the boy who held you snug against his gaze followed a distant fight tumble about as he navigated his way to the ground. He seemed sure-footed, his bare feet delicate and adept at mobilizing his body in the quivering structure. It was in that time you etched his figure into your memory. The tips of his ears flushed against the changing winds. Hair the color of fresh blueberries, bangs that hung over baptisia australis eyes that threatened the shade of blue wild indigo blossoms as they refused to meet your own. Focused on the security and the safety of his passengers. What a cute misconception that was—the poor boy was horrified. His stomach had been in the pits, trembling at the close proximity to you, didn’t dare face the humiliation, and even worse, the situation and maneuvering had left him with little choice in positions to support your weight. He didn’t dare meet your eye, too stuck on calculating whether he should adjust his hold and risk dropping the child and you, or risk you believing that he, Suneater was a degenerate that had grasp on your chest, and the inevitable, deserved slap that would accompany it. What would Fat Gum do?

That had been the first of many encounters, and your first glimpse at the man behind the mask, adorned by the alias Suneater. Your initial introduction has been surprising; it wasn’t every day you get flung from a building, and are rescued by a cute elven boy. Let alone one so stoic. You hadn’t missed the gentle glimpse he had given you at the time, as you drew forth a small flower crown for the little one as you awaited the return of her guardians. The sight of its petals giving her a smile as you did your best to manifest other floral distractions. The gentle peek before tugging on his hood, shielding his face, and capturing your heart, but the second layer, the one that you tucked dearly to your heart was as much of a chanced opportunity as your introduction, and a rarity that you suspected only Togata Mirio.

The entrance exam for U.A. was… a lot. It was exhausting. Rounds of machinery hell bent on crushing you and your competitors. If the grueling exam wasn’t one thing, the practical was another. The point system had drawn out the fierce drive in everyone, not to mention the freak situation with that one kid with green hair—what on earth was that? The mere thought of it bore out a sigh from you as you drew yourself outside, searching out a water source and sunshine. Anything to recharge your battery. After all, the number of vines and ivies you had utilized to catapult yourself into the air, and how many rows of thorns you had weaponized itself—you honestly couldn’t count, but were well aware of the drain your body had endured. Your bones ached, and you felt fatigued as you stretched under the shade of a nearby tree, giving yourself a moment before preparing to drag yourself home. Sweat clung to your brow as you breathed in the soft day’s air, languidly wiping it away. You could feel the way your seat suit had clung to your form, not having considered how cutesy they appeared with the cat figure, and the other applicants hadn’t considered you a competent candidate, and admittedly, you felt a little embarrassed by the cat ears that adorned the hoodie, your cheeks burning at the thought. But how could you refuse to wear it? It had purchased with love, a symbol of good luck from your family, and sort of all the more reason why you had chosen a secluded area to cool off before the trek home.

                “Ahhh, that was GREAT!” A booming voice cheered. Deep and enthusiastic, stretched out over taunt muscles, and a wide smile far bigger than the sky above, and bright hair that dared to reach the clouds. Round eyes that squinted and heavily patted the back of his comrade as he heaved marked boxes for the U.A. faculty, “reminds me of our entrance exam! And that one kid! Man, the new first year class is going to be amazing. Don’t you think?”

                “There-there’s so many of them,” a weak voice mumbled. Struggling unlike his counterpart, standing shorter as well, the delicate boy had been roped into assisting the staff amongst the U.A. entrance. A doing of his friend’s own enthusiasm, who had often enjoyed watching the entrance exam, but this time, he had insisted, or rather dragged the timid boy. Volunteered him as well, and in doing so, exposed him to the upcoming class, and another reason to fret over his own capabilities. His soft complexion complicated as he gazed down at the contents of his luggage.

                A girl playfully responding to the blonde’s statement as she pushed forward, the smile on her face evident and humming. Her periwinkle blue hair long and buoyant. What she said, you hadn’t heard, and became increasingly realized that they were not aware of your existence. Their comradery drawing your attention as you watched both the bright boy, and beautiful girl speak to one another, heaving supplies towards the distance, and the boy strayed, dragging behind languidly. His movements stiff, full of worry. His face revealing his unease as his brow wrinkled. His thoughts claiming his attention, causing a thrum of chill down his spine and gloom over head. The stark difference from the hero who had rescued you. A complicated look etched across his features, his bangs looming over his face and high cheek bones. “I-I just want to go home,” he whispered.

                Adorned in the shade of the tree, you could make out the tense way he carried himself. Aware that his companions had led the way, perhaps unintentionally leaving him behind, or perhaps giving him a moment to breathe. You weren’t entirely sure, but having witnessed to his distress. You found yourself standing, considering whether or not to check in on him, you mean… was he okay? His eyes drawing swiftly up, wide. You could feel your heart slam into your throat, your stomach occupied in the place in which it used to rest as it threatened back flips. Shuffling you backwards, seeking further shade to hide as though you had done something so indecent as spying. Y-you could explain. It wasn’t that you were intentionally spying! You were here first! You were? Right? Yeah, of course, it was a simple explanation, and then when the group had passed you by, you didn’t want to be rude--- oh no, you were spying. Practically snooping, and preparing to apologize, and bend yourself down so far as to touch your knees with your own forehead. Forgiveness. You needed forgiveness, but would he give it? Oh no, no, no one wants to be seen at such a low, but it was the soft hum that caught you off guard. Encouraged you to stay tucked against the tree that offered a shield from sight. “ah, but Mirio asked this of me…. I should- I should do it.” His smile was as soft as his voice. Tender as the look in his eyes that traced the fluttering of wings. Its delicate hues danced playfully near him as if greeting his grace, and enjoying his equally pleasant aura. A pailo demetrius butterflied that dared to skim the ends of his hair, testing its landing spot. Undoubtedly having confused him for a wild flower, his hair having deceived the butterfly, or rather welcomed its attention. Not that the butterfly seemed to mind, greeted with a smile, nor did your rescuer. The most delicate smile creased his lips, met his soft eyes as he resolved himself to the task. “Thank you,” he whispered warmly to the butterfly before following after his companions. The setting of the sun basking in his soft glow.

Spying wasn’t right, and in part, maybe you had blossomed a questionable pass time hobby, but for all the luck in the world, you had witnessed something rare, unfathomably valuable, and equally breakable, and you would do everything in your power to witness it, if only for one more time.

The third time your paths had crossed was more conventional, orchestrated by Aizawa-sensei, and the first time you had officially heard his name, his true name rather than the one he had dubbed as a hero. It had been the demonstration provided by The Big 3, although it wasn’t intended to be so. It was simply supposed to be an explanation of the Hero Work-Studies that had escalated further than intended.

The class had been a murmur of excitement, curiousity, and drive. There were those who were star struck, like Midoriya, who was drawn into his own world, composed of strategy break down, quirk application, and overall… fanboyism. Others such as Bakugo and Kirishima were eager to hear about the opportunities the program offered, the prior setting himself bars above and eagerness, and confidence. Then, there were the skeptical, the ones with questions and considerations such as Asui and Tokoyami. The range of the classroom was wide, and diverse, each hero-to-be hanging on every word, and every action of The Big 3, and then there was you. Your eyes landed on him, the one dubbed the alias, Suneater, and introduced as Amajiki Tamaki. Just like that fated day, his eyes strayed. Shook underneath the gaze of others, quivered uneasily. His frown growing, and the quiet mumblings that from your seat, seemed incomprehensible. The soft of his skin revealing his anxiety, and trembles as he inevitably turned his back to the class once more. Miserable, and out of place, it was a side of him that U.A. as a whole had grown accustomed to, and perhaps familiarized themselves with, but the transition of anxiety to the sheer acknowledgement of his companion, Togata-senpai. The amount of pride in someone else’s accomplishments, and joy of the memories he shared to the class. Perhaps, it was the real him, a complex mixture of anxiety and pride in friends, and yet, it was that gentle smile of that fateful day that would not leave your heart, and whispered the reality to you. You were determined to see every side of Amajiki-senpai that you could.

And there it was, the mission. The determination and the drive to capture that smile once more, just to witness it again. You had left the Hero-Work program explanation with admittedly two goals in mind: the first to be accepted by a Hero, and the second… to see Amajiki-senpai’s smile once more! Lucky for you, this goal was thankfully intertwined in execution in skills.

The hours you subjected yourself to studying, poured yourself over tomes. Thumbed your fingers across spirals, exhausted your eyes into the late nights. Accidentally falling asleep at your desk. Worrying your family in more ways than you dared to admit, and missed out on a number of opportunities to engage in extra-curricular activities. The days felt almost like a blur of coursework, class hours and week days spent pouring yourself amongst the pages of botany pages. U.A.’s library offered so much valuable information, but your quirk required work. Knowledge, practice, and practical application… To be honest, going about blindly and testing out plant after flora, after specimen, and cacti would wreak havoc across Japan, and give rise to invasive species, that you suspected would endanger your potential hero licensure. Something you longed to avoid at all costs, after goal all, the first goal was to achieve a Hero-Work study, but that didn’t mean that you would be thorough in your investigation. After all, that’s what the practice fields were for, right? Principal Nezu, please forgive you for any future transposing’s your practice may inflict on the U.A. gardens. Thus, the library hadn’t been enough, drawing information from various internet sources, and on the weekends, daring yourself to outings dedicated to your research. Garden visit after garden visit, touring nursery after nursery, you were dedicated, and in time, your first goal had been achieved, but it wasn’t what you had hoped for. It wasn’t what any of you had hoped for.

It should have brought you joy, a sense of pride and recognition in your skills, and to some extent, it did. At least, initially. To have been selected for the Hero-Work program and to have been placed under Kesagiri Man’s care was one that desired praise, and an extra serving of tonkatsu at dinner. How you had beamed in your hero uniform, specially tailored to your form. Leaves that gathered and crawled up right your right leg, blossoming to cover your form naturally before trailing around your left shoulder until coiling at your wrist. Admittedly, to the few, it bordered risky, but remained modest. The intricately delicate head mask that had curved to the shape of your brow, slipping behind your ears into your hair as though fitted for royalty gave you the impression of having slipped from the pages of a fairytale, and how you had painstakingly thumbed through names, landing on the trial run of Danu. In addition to the praise, well, you really had felt excited for the weeks to come. After all, to have garnered a Pro-Hero’s attention wasn’t something to be easily dismissed, it was quite the accomplishment as well as noteworthy key point on any resume, and when it had been decided you would play a role in the Shie Hassaikai Raid, you were beaming at the opportunity to work alongside pro-heroes, and even better… the opportunity to see Amajiki-senpai adorn the alias Suneater. You were practically beam like a sunflower in summer, so much so you had even accidentally blossomed Indigoletta rose buds, rich in lavender petals and devoid of thorns, but now, all of that joy was nullified. The creeping sensation that crept up your neck, raised the hair on your forearms as fumes filled the air. The sound of rubble, and stone clashed in a chaos of elements. Gunfire that radiated amongst the surrounding area, breaths of wind and smoke. The stray attacks that grazed pass you. The numbing realization of how serious, and out of hand the situation had become. What had been a strategic plan, with intention and a clear route: those infiltrating had faced far dangerous circumstances than expected while you were left on the side lines. Charged with defending the injured, and supply those in need of immediate medical assistance—how you had stayed up hours expanding your knowledge into medical herbs. Rosemary, lavender, cloves, ginger, dandelion, eucalyptus—you named It, you had mentally filed it away, practiced manifesting it in your home (your home would smell of herbs and spices for months to come, not that your family had hinted any frustration, even going so far as to add leftovers in recent dishes). All the anticipation, and all captivated feelings of accomplishment had been diminished like a flame left in the rain as your fingers hesitantly traced his cheek, far paler than normal. How had this happened? The heroes…. You had pro-heroes. How had it become the Hassaikai Incident? Strained features, taunt lips that pursed and winced. The faintest of groan carried on dwindled sharp breaths, and eyelashes clasped between squeezed eye lids. A feeble warmth beginning to blossom across his features, as the color drained from his blanched complexion. Evidence littered across his cloak, carved into his features. His quirk beginning to mollify, octopus tentacles withdrawing, chicken feet and wings extracted, and the oddest traces of gemstones. Blood that stained, and rubble that threatened open wounds. The trembling in your fingertips undeniable as anxiety thrummed through your body, panicked heart beats that claimed your ear drums, and dulled your senses and response time. All you had wanted was to see him smile.

                The recovery had been better than expected, although truth be told, it was perhaps the anxiety that had convinced you it was worse than it truly was. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit how many trips you had made to the local hospital, peaking in on his progress. This is where you had witnessed, yet another side of the elven hero. The soft humility was commendable. The way he expressed concern for others involved in the incident from the loss of a mentor, inquired about Togata-senpa’s condition, and even yours—how that had sent your heart into fits. The sweet care for others, shifting attention to those who he deemed worthy even if it was at the cost of his own care—the way the tips of his ears would blush upon being fretted over by his attendant. The tender gazes out of the window when he achieved a moment, free of further probing. It was enough to elicit a soft sigh from you, and a bubbling of melancholy. Spying, when had you become such a snoop? You promise your parents hadn’t raised you this way, and imagined your siblings would chastise you if they had known, but for all the stolen glimpses between the hospital door, the shuffle of the occasional nurse, and even Recovery Girl’s reassurance that he was certainly recuperating just fine, and even awkwardly dodged your elder’s insistence that while he was a cumbersome boy, he wouldn’t reject a visit from a companion. Yet, you could never bring yourself to knock, merely leaving random visitation flowers with the nurse in the charge of him for the day, sputtering out some clumsy excuse to leave without greeting him. The last visit having been total humiliation that had you buried in your pillow. You really hadn’t mean to escalate from mere snoop to pervert. The adrenaline of the nurse having rejected your delivery request under Recovery Girl’s insistence you were amped up! You could do it! You could! Until the door popped open, the distinct giggle of Hado-senpai emitting from the room, and thin muscles that impacted your face. Your rush having dragged you straight into his chest, to both of your horror. “She-she didn’t see me,” he had stammered, yanking his bandaged form against the door frame, resting his forehead against it, and shielding his features. Failure. Complete and total failure, and even worse. Contact. The flowers in your hands smooshed against you. Hado-senpai’s periwinkle curls caught in the air, practically thrumming with the electric current personality radiated. Her bags practically bouncing with her, as her delicate blue topaz eyes found the bouquet caught in your fingers, a presumptuous grin spreading as she attempted to draw Amajiki-senpai’s attention. You noped out of there as fast as your legs could carry you, pushing the floral arrangement into her hands before disbursing down the hall, eliciting knowing giggles from medical staff.

Upon hearing that Amajiki-senpai had decided that the laughter was directed at him specifically, you had determined to keep your distance for the time being. Well, at least until the shame had dissipated. In that absence, you struggled, and remained vigilant. You really, just wanted to see his smile again, and while Vermilion’s had survived the onslaught despite the odds, Suneater’s had practically been banished into the shadows. More late hours dedicated over books, anything to see that captivating smile resurface. The determination to have that very same smile directed your way having taken root at the school festival.

Class 1-A had found themselves determine to win over the student body while the beauty pageant fostered growing tensions amongst competitors. The ever-boiling tension between Hado-senpai and Kenranzaki-senpai had ushered in wave after wave of stomach aches on your behalf. Having been allocated a sewing position in the costume creation for 1-A’s performance, you had definitely developed a whole new appreciation for the hero uniform department, and received a few private requests as well. That’s how you saw it, the growing crushing realization that if you didn’t land every stitch on Kenranzaki-senpai’s gown with a dedicated level that reached her expectations, you suspected you would be receiving end of her tank, or much worse given her talent as a member of U.A.’s Department of Support. The terror sending you reeling as you sat to the side, panicked, rushed, and wary of every scuffle between the two upper classmen. In this time frame, you had bore witness to a gentle reassurance. The warmth Amajiki-senpai in attempting to consul his friend’s feelings, and on the day of the pageant, as you wearily mended a snag on Kenranzaki-senpai’s dress (seriously though, a tank? In a DRESS?), there he was, front and center. Braving the crowd. A fond smile that graced his lips, one so warm you suspected it could thaw even the coldest winter day, perhaps could even still the ever-driven Kenzranzaki-senpai. Imagine, all of the students who had gathered, pressed against the stage in anticipation to see beauty. Blissfully unaware that a true vision of enchantment was not Hado-senpai that twirled in the air, but her supporter, Amajiki-senpai squished amongst viewers, happy to see her achieve her goal.

The burning desire to have that smile, that mythical smile directed your way had led you here. Fingers covered in dirt; the soil wedged between your nails. Your hands delicately cupping the earth between your digits. All the hours of being Hatsume Mei’s test subject had come to bare fruits, and to the gods above, it had been trying. How Midoriya had endured her assertive personality, and well, risky decision-making skills were beyond you—you suspected it would be weeks before all of your bruises and scrapes healed, but here it was. The full soil report across the school grounds, targeted to more secluded areas. Each region mapped consistently. Hatsume may be a bit fanatical in her own unique way, but she was extremely thorough. Your smile expanding as you examined your surroundings. From Hatsume’s report, you were able to determine the soil type was a match, from the drainage needs, the pH balance, and even the sun exposure. “it’s perfect,” you whispered to yourself as you yanked out your water bottle, chugging it as quickly as you could before threading your hands deeper into the ground, making sure to clear the topsoil. “I can do this.” With closed, tight eyes, you dedicated your all to envisioning the roots strong and sturdy. Its shrub structure encompassing the area, healthy, dark green leaves, and felted form. Lance like stems that gave way to various shades of purple, deep violets, and light and delicate lilac. Grow. Grow. Grooooow. Spreading across the opening, tucked away on U.A. grounds were only students who wished to have a moment alone would wander, out of sight, and out of mind. The perfect escape. Murmuring praise to encourage its growth, after all, everything grows with kindness. Its blooms reaching towards the sky, enjoying the high sky, and stretching slowly, but surely before maturing at ten feet tall, wide spread and the heavenly sweet scent of honey beckoning the environment. Your grin spread, a soft shade of scarlet spread across cheeks.

You had done it. Buddleja japonica. A native variety of butterfly bush. The delicate flutter of wings, emerging colors drawn from all surrounding areas, enticed by the promise of nectar. Exhaustion weaved on your features, and admittedly, you knew that latter, you would need to provide another round of foliage to entice the butterflies to remain, but for now, you could only bask in the scenic view of your makeshift butterfly garden, and approaching figure. Thin, and taller than yourself, long fingers that grasped the note you had slid into his genkan cubby at school, the telling shade of the envelope and cute sticker you had attached. The surprise on his face, admittedly because he had steeled himself to facing a challenge head-on, some part of him believing someone hated him enough to call him out to a secluded area of the school—not that anything in the note had suggested as such, although you had to confess that the vague request to meet you here regardless of the daring heart addition may have sent the wrong impression, and had the poor boy reeling into a variety of panic attacks before he had worked up the nerve to appear.

His deep-set amethyst hair catching the glimmer of sunlight, his eyes deeper than the sweetest Murasaki tart now wide as the glow of a blush spread from the tips of his ears, danced across his cheeks, and landed on the tip of his nose. His mouth opening in wonder, and awe as the butterflies danced across flower petals. The occasional one straying to greet his arrival before his eyes found you, knelt on the ground. The exhaustion as evident as the dirt that marred your hands with the level of dedication your quirk and feelings had nurtured, your hair falling just right in the iridescent of the day creating the faintest of halo glows. The coy expression you bared, gazing ever so affectionately at… him? The realization causing his form to shake and him to advert his eyes, the blossoming of warmth in his heart and smile that threatened to break. His wrist drawn up to hide himself from view. Doing the best to conceal the growing blush that had claimed his delicate features, his almond eyes widened as they traced your silhouette. “B-beautiful,” whispered shyly across the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

[wing-ed-thing]

A big end of year fic made up of all the requests I didn't write. The Akatsuki are exploiting you for child labor. You've lost a nipple. You're a kitsune and a catgirl. You're washing the ceiling of a co-ed onsen with Might Guy. Bella Hadid is there.

[canmom]

damn, Tengoku Daimakyō/Heavenly Delusion off to a strong start. lovely character animation, really pretty backgrounds, and Weilin Zhang directing the whole OP! which is I think the first time he’s gone from KA to playing both enshutsu and sakkan, much like vercreek taking on that kaguya ED. very exciting.

so far set up a surprisingly calm post-apocalyptic vibe and a Promised Neverland-esque sealed up high tech school for psychic kids, not to mention stylish monsters and well choreographed action. in short, Production IG bringing the goods as ever.

but I’m posting now because... there’s an entire pre-transition trans guy in it. no idea how it’s gonna handle it, he just came out at the end of episode 2, but it’s interesting and rare to see transness handled so directly in a sci-fi post-apocalyptic anime instead of vague gender themes.

it’s definitely presented in a ‘this is likely to be a foreign concept to you’ sort of ‘man’s mind in a woman’s body’ framing (stills below cut). but it definitely reframes some of the moments in the first two episodes - both the requisite post-apocalyptic rape threat where he tells the bandits he’s a guy, and the scene with the mirror at the onsen. (it’s a kind of cosy post-apocalypse, although it turns out the innkeep might be feeding people to monsters.) I’m definitely going to be keeping an eye on this one.

[whipplefilter]

WILD SPEED: FIRE BOOST LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I was in Japan for the release of Fast X, and seeing it in the Japanese dub was such a 10/10 experience it makes me want to be in Japan for the release of Fast 11 as well. Ludacris sounds like a cartoon frog. Jason Momoa was even more of a nutball. Vin Diesel and Tyrese sounded identical.

I am really proud of myself for understanding (and remembering so many direct lines of) the Japanese version. And you might say, “lol Whipple, how much dialogue is there even in a Fast and Furious movie” and you’d be right but you’d also be wrong, because you would have failed to take into account how arcane the plot points in a Fast movie can be. Why WAS there a nautical bomb rolling through the Vatican? What IS the complicated genealogy linking all of these newly introduced characters?

The movie itself was sublime. I teared up in the first 10 minutes at the sight of a Charger doing tight doughnuts in an LA parking lot, rolling straight into the aerial views of LA. The final scene before the credits roll was immaculate. This movie offers the very best of the Fast franchise--the wild stunts, the familia, the shots of girls’ butts and cars. But most of all the earnest, completely unironic investment in its own fun. It is exactly what it is an happily so; it has “yes and”-ed its own premise with such joyous abandon the ending compels no response to news of a Fast 11 other than “WELL OBVIOUSLY WE HAVE TO.”

It was so great @ippoddity saw it again last night at the drive-in, and will definitely see it again in IMAX if we have the time. I think it’s important to this narrative that you know that we have matching Fast and Furious tattoos that are primarily based off the very same movie that Fast X proceeds from most directly, the majesty that is Fast 5. ToT

The Wild Speed: Fire Boost experience, for posterity:

It’s our last full day in Japan. We wake up at our hostel, go out for fresh tofu breakfast that my mother didn’t think was necessary until we got the tofu and she admitted it was amazing.

We say goodbye to the hostel dog and check out, walk to the train station. On our way out of town, we stop at the local folklore museum and an onsen, both of which are a grand time. A lot of walking is involved.

Two more trains and two hours to Kawasaki, and a movie theatre in a mall that is attached to the train station. It turns out buying movie tickets in Japan is easy (if you can read Japanese)--it’s a digital kiosk and you don’t have to talk to anyone! The seats were VERY comfy and had additional lumbar support. People talk about how expensive movie tickets are in Japan but they were pretty much on par which how much it costs to see a movie in Los Angeles. I’m not a movie-goer, and my Fast 9 ticket was a $5 Wednesday matinee, but can you really put a price on the opportunity to see the Japanese dub of Fast X?

It turns out Japanese movie theaters have MERCH of all the movies they’re showing, and what says Japan more than an A4 clearfile?

And since we saw it in Kawasaki, we also learned that the Kawasaki train station plays Ryu Sakamoto’s “Sukiyaki,” because he’s from there. Fun local ambient sound tidbit!

what if.. 🤔😏 we kissed 😚🥰 the Toyotathon astroturf circle at the mall Haha 😂 just kidding...🤣😜 unless? 😳  

MAJESTIC. FAST. FIRE BOOSTED.

[strawberriesnpopmusic]

That’s when… She did it. Her and Colt are both sharing their first kiss. The fire is crackling and keeping them warm, the waterfall from the onsen is still going. Colt can’t believe what is happening. Did she just… Oh my… Watcher…

🎶 i’m fallin for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet; and with a feeling i’ll forget, i’m in love now. Kiss me like you wanna be loved🎶

-Kiss me by Ed Sheeran

[helluvaslut]

Open Starter : Heated Encounter [ Male/Female ]

“Oh my, I didn’t know this was a co-ed onsen.” Mirajane commented as she turned around to face your muse. As the take over mage was enjoying her time in the hot spring. 

[library-seraph]

[ID: a tweet reading “my friend went to an onsen in japan that advertised “fun with lapras” and this is what she got. attached is an image of an indoor onsen. Lining the pool and floating in the water are dozens of lapras toys about the size of a rubber duck. ED]

[deangirlswiftieism]

went to an onsen with my mother who def contributed to my teenaged ed without screaming crying throwing up #growth