#WHO TF IS IN TR HELLO?

[httpshujii]

BAJI IS CORRECT

but there are two others that have my heart

WAHH Kenny andddddd omg idk wait

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Hello love! Idk if u accept requests or not, but I'd like to see another one of ur posts Abt how the tr boy's IG looks like.. but I'd like it to be with Ran Haitani... cuz I'm really liking those posts.. a lotttttt... and the other ones too tbh! Anyway, I hope your doing great, amazing!! Have a nice day/night!

Of course!! Thank you so much for requesting<3 this is also for you, love. @noixxcarva

Your Instagram while dating Ran Haitani.

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Y/n:@Ran.Haitani he's so tall😭

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Ran.Haitani: And you're so short. That's adorable.

Mad_Shi0n: Why is everyone dating these days??

╰┈➤Ran.Haitani: maybe because we can pull🤷🏻

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Y/n:@Ran.Haitani screamingg.

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Hanma_.shuji: Screaming how?

╰┈➤M0chi__: What the fuck is wrong with you?

╰┈➤Hanma_.shuji: I might be autistic with depression and anti-social personality disorder. My mom died when I was 5 years old and my dad was alcoholic fucker who abandoned me after his wife died. I grew up on streets with my friends who rewarded me with smoking addiction and sociopathy.

╰┈➤M0chi__: When did I ask?

╰┈➤Y/n: Bro dropped his lore under the picture of couple.

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Y/n:@Ran.Haitani use couch/chair as leg rest❌ use your bf as a leg rest✔️

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Mad_Shi0n: how it feels to be living my dreams, Ran?

╰┈➤Ran.Haitani: Heavenly.

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Y/n:@Ran.Haitani getting ready for nap date<3

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Man.jir0: Why tf am I finding out now that you can have sleep dates??

╰┈➤Ran.Haitani: idk man, but it was gold discovery for me.

[heartsoji]

Hello. If Requests Are Open I Have One. Tsukishima, Suna And Kenma With A Reader Who Is Kinda On The Thicker Side (Thick, Not Chubby) So She Gets Sexualized And Catcalled A Lot

HQ BOYS WITH A CURVY S/O

a/n: yes! thank u sm for submitting a request ☺︎

warnings: swearing, guys (not the hq guys) way overstepping and making reader feel uncomfortable, fem reader

tsukishima, suna, and kenma x reader

TSUKISHIMA KEI

when something happens to you, he shows his protection subtly, but he really really cares about you

would attack the weirdos and people jealous of your body

he wouldn't be the "don't worry babe, i can fight" kind of attacking guy, but the "beat them up mentally until their spirit is broken" kind of attacking guy

you were doing your work diligently at your desk when suddenly, one of your male classmates stopped at your desk.

"goddamn, girl. being serious is great and all, but would it kill you to show a pained expression every now and then?" he rested his hand on your desk, covering part of your paper.

"pardon?" you asked, not quite comprehending.

"i mean," he smirked, "can't imagine what you'd be like under me if you're so serious all the time. have you ever even felt pain?" he paused. "i can show you great pain and pleasure, babe. just gotta say the word."

you froze, speechless. how were you supposed to respond to that? whilst you were trying to come up with a response, you saw kei getting up out of the corner of your eye.

"well, cutie?" your classmate grinned widely before sliding a finger down your back, making you cringe in disgust silently. "how about it?"

"i-"

"don't you have anything better to do?"

"huh?" the guy turned around to see kei towering over him, a nasty glare in his eyes.

"i said, 'don't you have anything better to do?' are you deaf, or just stupid?" kei asked, an annoyed expression present on his features.

"what the hell are you talking about? you're just a cocky brat, aren't ya?" the guy snarled. "man, i hate people like you. so much confidence with nothing to show for it."

kei paused. "i apologize. i was unaware that you hated yourself that much. things will get better, i promise." he mocked, patting the guys back, causing an angry vein to bulge out of the guy's forehead.

"haha, very funny." the guy muttered. "bitchy beanpole brat."

"alliteration! very good!" kei applauded with a smile before sending him a death glare that could freeze lava. "but seriously, are you such a loser that your ego won't allow a hit?" he then leaned into his ear. "she. isn't. interested. scram. you're just making a fool of yourself at this point."

the guy looked around and noticed everyone staring and whispering, clearly judging him for his creepy ways. he angrily stormed out of the classroom, with kei calling out a, "nice talk! let's do it again sometime," on his way out.

once the guy was fully out of the classroom, kei grabbed a chair and put it next to yours at your desk, plopping down his work as well.

"thanks, kei." you whispered a bit shakily.

he simply gave your hand a reassuring squeeze in response. "let me know if that loser gives you anymore trouble, ok?" he whispered back. "i'll beat him to a pulp." he followed up, a terrifyingly murderous intent in his eyes.

he then gave a smile, though it was still terrifyingly murderous-looking. "verbally, i mean."

SUNA RINTARO

another guy with a tongue that could slice boulders

hes not quite as mean tho, instead choosing to go with the more "protect my girl" stance rather than tsukkis "belittle them and make them feel like tiny little idiots who have no worth" stance

he'd try to embarrass the hell out of them

he's good at manipulating people, after all. he finds their weaknesses in an instant and uses it to his ultimate advantage

and also

he loves your curves

so

much

he'd definitely come over and like place his hand on your hip or ass or smth to mark his territory

bro hes the only one who gets to say how much he likes your ass?? um who tf is this other dude

he'd probs also try and cause a scene or incorporate humor to make you feel better

you were scared

a guy from the inarizaki cheering section had been staring at you ever since you entered

though you weren't absolutely positive, you felt like you could feel his eyes scanning your curves, and it made you feel like curling away in disgust

you'd lessened your cheering ever since you realized that the screaming made your tits bounce, and his eyes were practically burning a hole through them

once the game was over, you quickly dashed off from the stands to meet rin at the bottom, but the same guy met you down there

"so, hey, i was just thinking that you're like, really hot and have a great body, you know? and not to brag but i kinda have girls drooling on my abs left and right. if we got together, we'd be the ultimate power couple! whaddaya say, doll, hm?"

you scanned the room, looking for rin, but unfortunately, the coach was giving a talk, so rin wouldn't be able to come right away

"um, thank you for your offer, but i have a boyfriend." you politely declined.

he put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel his thumb searching for your bra strap. you leaned away uncomfortably, but he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back.

"hey, now, its ok. don't think that i didn't see the way you were showing off these pretty assets of yours to me on the stands. you were practically shaking the things in my face! i can take a hint, you know. don't worry. i understand women. you were hinting at wanting to get with me, right? i get it! promise i won't be mad if we start dating the minute you break up with whatever loser you're with right now, doll. i don't need to wait."

"i-"

"hey, bun."

you whipped around to see suna rintaro not-so-gently shoving the guy off your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand right at the curve of your hip, giving you butterflies.

he directed his attention to the guy hitting on you. "'sup."

the guy stuttered for a few moments before regaining his cockiness. "this your girl? sorry, man, but she was actually just hitting on me. she aint loyal enough, i guess."

"the hell?! no i wasn-"

"she definitely wasn't." rin interrupted. "she'd never be into a piece of garbage like you."

a vein popped out of the guy's forehead. he grabbed the collar of rin's shirt.

"say that again."

rin opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought that rin was going to retaliate, but instead, a piercing shriek ran through the air.

a baby's wail? a crying girl? a dropped mic? no, it was 6"1 inarizaki high middle blocker suna rintaro.

every head in the area turned, and suddenly, at the negative attention, the guy ran off in humiliation, calling out some insult towards you like "you weren't even that hot, by the way" on his way out.

once he was gone, suna picked you up and ran to somewhere with a bit more privacy

once he had found a spot he had deemed private enough, he engulfed you in the biggest, tightest hug, burying his head in your neck

"'m sorry that happened, bun." he murmured into your neck. "and 'm sorry that i interrupted you earlier, and i'm sorry that i wasn't there sooner, and im sorry that i didn't punch that guy in his pathetic, ugly-ass face."

you hugged him back. "it's ok, rin." you squeezed tighter. "i'm just glad you came."

"anyways, at any rate, he had no right to look in your direction, nonetheless insult you!" you felt his fists tighten. "pisses me off."

"and also," he added before moving his hand downwards to squeeze your ass, "i'm the only one allowed to call your body hot. everyone else can just fuck off"

you giggled and sighed into his locks. "ok, rin."

KOZUME KENMA

he wouldn't be one for words

he'd just glare daggers into the other guys body and then drag you away

he liked to call it a tactical retreat

"hey, what grade are you in?"

you looked up from your phone to see a group of what seemed to be some middle school boys circling around you, with what seemed to be their leader approaching you.

"pardon?" you were a bit taken aback. what was even going on?

"shy. cute, i'm into that." the boy smirked. "class 3-2, izumitate junior high soccer team captain, sato emiko."

you froze. junior high? you were being hit on by junior high boys?

you really tried not to, but suddenly, you burst out laughing. "sorry, sorry, but, well, junior high? i'm a 2nd year in highschool!"

you expected him to back down after that, but to your surprise, he kept going. "an older girl, huh.. well, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. and if im being honest, i don't see why it would." he grinned cockily. "i am a catch, after all."

"sorry, i'm not interested." you declined, trying not to break his junior high heart.

to your surprise, he smirked and started approaching you. how cocky was this kid, anyways?

suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your thigh, though he was quickly met with a slap from you.

"come on," he said, walking towards you. "i know you want me."

but before he could reach for a handful of tit, he was interrupted by kenma shoving his way through the crowd.

he gently took your hand and smiled softly at you before glaring daggers at the boy and walking away.

"h-hey!" the boy stuttered, clearly a bit flustered. "you can't just walk away! who do you think you are?"

kenma turned his head to give another death glare that definitely sent chills down that kid's spine. yeah, the boy would definitely see that in his next nightmare.

once you two were out of earshot, kenma turned to you. "hey, you ok?"

you smiled warmly. "yeah. thanks for getting me, ken."

he turned away. "they were just a bunch of cocky middle schoolers. honestly, where do they get the nerve?"

the rest of the way home, kenma added in abrupt complaints about what had happened throughout the conversation. though he didn't say it, you knew that he was actually kind of scared to grab you out of there, despite the fact that the boys were "puny" and "weak," as kenma had described. you knew that though he wouldn't say, he was worried about you and was caring for you, in his own, unique, kenma way.

[etherealskeletons]

i saw your recent post about peter and i cannot bring myself to say this with my full identity, i am a wuss and a coward, i thought you were talking about peter griffin im so sorry. i hope everything icls okay with you. i just needed to be upfront and honest about my sins. hope everything is ok.

losing my MIND over the idea of getting super upset over peter griffin ASFGH;;;;

[athyathye]

ATHY MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER I LOVE YOU 😩❤️❤️ You can take this as a request or not (and if there's too many requests then just fuckin ignore me JDBSJ) but how do you think certain TR characters would react to a reader that is like their carbon copy? I feel like some of them would freak tf out

— If you do take this as a request then I'd wanna see it with Izana, Rindou and Ran but you can have whoever you like 😳😳😳❤️

Reacting to a Carbon copy reader

(Izana, Rindou and Ran)

Author’s note : Ahh~ hello my lovely honorary mother! i think this would be my first reaction request! I tried to do something new lol and yes! Some of them would freak out but you just had to choose the corrupt ones lol~

Warnings ⚠️: well~ all of the characters are walking warnings- but Curse words and violence!

Izana :

“I...will forever be someone you can use! Please use me as your tool” A determined yet imploring voice cut through the ceiling silence.

A woman, who kneeled before another, looked at the person’s face, tears streaming down her eyes as they all waited for your answer.

“Haha~ it seems like I have a dog wanting to be pet, How amusing.” You looked down at her, crossing your legs, observing the way she looked so desperate to make you keep her by your side.

Meanwhile Izana, who was next to you, looked at you with a crazed grin on his face. It seemed like you were alike in so many ways, you had the same outlook as him, the same opinion of the world. And how deviously you both crave power.

“What do you think, Izana?” You asked him with an amused tilt in your voice, looking like you were making a mockery of the loyal display of your underling.

He was undoubtedly in love with you, You were fit to be someone by his side, not afraid to betray nor take risks. Surely there was no one better than you as his queen.

He loved the way you'd lead people with no hesitation, like you were made to rule not follow, not taking other people’s bullsh*t as you yourself managed to bring him to his knees with just a snap of your finger.

A female counterpart you were, but nothing was as ruthless yet captivating than your face that was the same level of psychoticness he had himself.

He could just see the way you both could rule the entire world, as crazy as that sounds. No one could understand him better than you, and no one could figure you out besides him.

“Devotion as high as that...You wouldn’t find it easily” Wild and vicious orchid eyes looked at the scene with such menace, as if he was enjoying every detail.

He glanced at you, who was wearing a maniacal grin, reaching to grab your hand that was on your leg, kissing the back of it with a smile on his face as well

What a sight.

It was like you were both bred for this lifestyle, not only in the biological way but with how you two rose up without needing or calling anybody to your side. The way it seemed natural for you both to create, build and destroy.

A dangerous duo you two would be, God forbid anything like you two to be paired. Or else the world just might end up in someone’s dainty hands.

Rindou :

The whole conversation of Rindou and you being the shadows of both your bigshot siblings was never talked about. Why? Because it was never true in the first place.

Everybody could see how much of a capable person you both were, Able to bring just as much benefits if they allied with you instead of your siblings.

But who’s to say you’d be solos? No, you were a package deal, with your respective siblings. Partners that didn’t want or need to be separated.  You were strong alone, but you were the strongest when together.

But from time to time it gets annoying having to share the spotlight, having to be brought up only because one of the siblings was mentioned. It predominantly pissed you off. But then again, that would be an interesting and cliche way to write and tell your tale.

“Just listen! *crack*” The hasty way you just stomped heavily on a person’s face who had called you a baggage made Rindou grin sadistically.

A scream resonated throughout the parking lot, Sounding so pained and miserable that it made both of you abominably satisfied.

Rindou glanced at the way you moved so gracefully to him, so unrestricting and wild, so reckless yet bold.

Ah. He just loved the way you acted, it gives him a sense of uniqueness, as ironic as that could sound.

Cruel, as you were both described, true to that description you really did love causing pain and havoc. Nothing gives you more joy than knowing you were at the top of the food chain. People kissing your boots wherever you go, it was exhilarating.

“Nice crack but mine’s way better” He boasted before almost ripping the arm of the person underneath him *Snaaap!* The sound that escaped from the poor lad was so loud, accompanied by his pained screams and pleads for mercy, the others had to squint their faces.

“Look at those psychopaths” Ran spoke to your sister, both looking incredibly proud for someone watching their younger siblings strike a person half to death.

“Let them have their fun~ It looks like they’re enjoying it so much! What cuties!” Your sister claimed, going as far as to skip along her merry way only to grab another person as well to torment.

The look of pure unhingedness on your face was….attractive. Rindou found a perfect pair for him and he’d be damned if he was going to let some other bozo sweep you off of your feet.

Someone to match his heartless actions, was someone to keep around. He thought as he watched you start to beat another person with a smile on your face as well.

"Hah, what a woman"

Ran :

“I prefer stabbing people in the back from behind.” You lightly said, though your actions were the opposite as you swung a piece of wood you found on the ground to a person who was running towards you.

“What a coincidence, I like the way they look behind with a troubled face as well” He happily replied, watching the way you fluently moved and glided around throwing attacks before defending.

He was in awe at the way you skillfully moved around without a thought, not even breaking a single sweat. Though he could see the glint in your eyes every time you managed to land a critical hit on your opponents.

"Ahh~ hold on, I'm trying to decide whether I want to bash your head or make you lose your teeth. Both work out well for me anyways"

Gosh, the way you taunted others made him want to make you taunt him as well.

"Hold up! Don't run, I still have to give you a souvenir~" you said in a patronizing that made Ran stare at you, watching as you gave at least 3 people the same black eye.

The way you fought eerily reminded him of himself, of course your style was not exactly the same as his however, he could tell you felt the same feeling of adrenaline flowing through your veins, the way your racing and pumping heart would show whenever the fight was reaching its climax.

It was all too amusing for Ran, it made him think he had found a better partner than his brother, not that he would replace him though, His brother was the constant in his life and he wanted it to stay that way.

Though what he didn’t expect was to get hit from behind himself.

So much for trying to creepily stare at you just from his amusement.

“Ran!” He could hear the worried voice of his brother as he lay still on the ground for a moment, turning around to take a good look at the person for him to get revenge after.

“My apologies, I subconsciously did that without a thought. I apologize for showing such profane demeanor” You raised your hand to your mouth, a twinkle in your eyes as you watched him struggle to move. Going as far as to do a curtsy to seem apologetic though it was meant more in a mocking way.

It was you. Standing tall with a snake-like grin he thought he was the best at. He watched as you tried to swing another hit at him, only for your choice of a weapon to get held by the younger Haitani.

“Eh, you’re no fun.” You frowned, though to Ran it was incredibly attractive, bewitching if you had to ask him.

It was at this moment Ran knew, he had to have you.

No matter the money he had to waste, the jewelry he had to get, the people he had to sacrifice

Or the countries he needed to conquer to give you. No matter what it took, he will have you.

Though I don't know if that's desirable.

[moniheartsluffy]

- [ ] baji keisuke scribbles😗 ft. matsuno chifuyu

a/n: hello everyone!! i’ve been gone for a hot minute🧍🏽‍♀️ so please take this as an apology🙂. i was going to make this angst but i hate angst and i didn’t want to cry.

warnings: there shouldn’t be any unless you’ve never watched TR…

⚠︎︎ so we all know how kei is all like “fuck school” “this some bullshit” “who tf even thought of this shit” (same🥲) but he tries for his mom

⚠︎︎ this bitch be sleep in EVERY SINGLE CLASS😐

⚠︎︎ y’all remember that one backstory ep. of when he met fuyu. imagine yourself in that scene right. here’s how i would imagine it. btw: you already know baji and y’all live in the same neighborhood

⚠︎︎ so while fuyu is helping baji write that letter you walk in…

⚠︎ “hey, let’s stop by the store before we head home, kay?”

⚠︎︎ you look up from your phone to see these two mfs staring back at you. like duh you know you fine asf😩💕

⚠︎ “kei….why the hell do you have on yo mama glasses..?🤨”

⚠︎︎ idk why but i feel like he would have contacts💀 so he wouldn’t have to wear the glasses😭

⚠︎︎ “stfu. moms gotta get me sum more contacts😕”

⚠︎︎ “betta call 1-800- CONTACTS” hfkdgsks you’re too busy laughing and running from baji that you forgot to notice chifuyu🥲 poor boy

⚠︎︎ after like 3 minutes you finally notice fuyu

⚠︎︎ “ayo, aren’t you that matsuno boy?”

⚠︎︎ “yea”

⚠︎︎ “whatchu doin hangin round this mf? i coulda sworn you had yo own lil posse.”

⚠︎︎ “ig you could call it that. i stopped by cause i heard it was a delinquent that got held back in this room but it was just this guy.”

⚠︎︎ you and baji lock eyes and you can feel yourself about to burst into laughter. now to be clear you weren’t laughing bc baji got held back, you were laughing bc of the strained smile on his face as he tried to keep up the “good boy” façade.

⚠︎︎ “mmhmm… anyways, we gotta get goin unless you wanna come to the store with us?”

⚠︎︎ “nah. thanks for the offer tho.”

⚠︎︎ timeskipp to when chifuyu was getting beat up(or whatever happened) and baji popped up outta thin air also dragging you along with him. you leaned on the wall that rested a few inches away from your back as you watched baji do his thing😭

⚠︎︎ “i told you. it’s barely been a week and you already gave up.”

⚠︎︎ “shut up. told you being a good boy ain’t fa me.”

⚠︎︎ “i hate you.”

⚠︎︎ “no. you love me, now let’s go cause i’m hungry.”

⚠︎︎ “bring ya ass mohawk.”

⚠︎︎ then the end where y’all get back to baji’s and you grab a snack and he’s mad cause he ate all of the noodles. (ahhh you mad💀)

a/n: so this is where i was going to put angst but i think i have another idea for that👯‍♀️ any who, i hope you all enjoyed this and don’t forget to drink water and eat something today!!!

[lesbiradshaw]

Endgame, Loki and FaTWS were proof to me these stans are not able to separate actor from character and movie from reality. It's insane. EVC had abuse hurled at her from every direction, Mackie is now called homophobic for saying black men shouldn't be fetishized and Sam and Bucky aren't having sex, Evans got bashed for Steve's ending, Hiddleston got doxxed for the Loki ending... it's absurd. Everything is queerbaiting and not getting your fetish gay ship become reality is an excuse to behave like an asshole, apparently

I'm always like, even if you don't like Steve's ending it's no reason to be an asshole to other people. You and I can't do shit about it so like?? and calling Steve or Evans nazis or tr*mp supporters isn't "criticism" tf. Really drives me mad. It costs 0 dollars to be decent and not type out that trash, honestly

i think it’s ironic that white people always insist that poc should be able to separate the character from the actor when the discomfort comes from knowing the person behind the character has been revealed to be racist or have done things people find personality hurtful but as soon as the character does something the white people don’t like, it’s suddenly free game to go and attack or blame the actor for it ... like ... so i can’t be uncomfortable and a little sad that an actor who shares the same face as my favorite character shit on my family’s religion but THEY get to pitch fits at tom hiddleston over loki having a cliffhanger ending? HELLO? WHERE’S THE LOGIC?

[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 041 [The Bakugo Family]

📑 Table of Contents | ◂Backward

Word Count: 2,984

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〈“So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways. All my underdogs, we will never be never be anything but loud. And nitty-gritty, dirty little freaks, won’t you come on and raise your glass.” P!nk, “Raise Your Glass”〉

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Momo glanced at me with a nervous smile as we walked down the hallway. “Do you know what agency you’re gonna choose?”

I went to reply but stopped myself. If I tell her that I don’t know any of these heroes, it might raise too many questions that I’m too lazy to make up lies to. “Not a fucking clue. What about you?”

“I’m thinking about choosing Uwabami. She sent me an offer.”

“She sounds like a fucking thot, but ‘kay.”

She chuckled. “You always speak your mind. I like that about you.”

“Most people hate it. Just ask Aizawa.”

“Do you mind… if I call you Jen?”

“Eh?” I looked at her in surprise. Why is she askin’ me that? It’s not like I asked her if I could use her first name. I just did it because her last name gives me a fucking headache.

“S-Sorry!” She apologized, waving her hands frantically. “It’s totally okay if you don’t want me to!”

“I don’t mind. I was just surprised you asked.”

“Oh, I see!” Her face brightened and she clapped her hands together. “Thank you!” I don’t really get why it made her so happy, but I sent her a smile, listening to her talk about various things as we made our way into the cafeteria to get our food before sitting down at a deserted table near the center of the room. “I’m planning on going shopping this weekend, would you like to come with me?”

“Ew,” My nose wrinkled as I stabbed a chicken nugget with my fork. Yes, I am a literal child. “I hate shopping. Especially for clothes.”

Her smile faltered, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek. “A-Ah, I thought so, but I wanted to ask. What do you like, then? We’ve been classmates for a while, but… I don’t really know anything about you.”

“Tacos,” I responded instantly.

“That’s the one thing I definitely know,” she laughed. “Other than tacos?”

I scratched my cheek thoughtfully. What do I like? “Let’s see… Dr. Pepper is pretty dope. Cats are adorable as fuck. Video Games are fun, especially racing games. And, uhh… that’s it, I guess.”

She frowned, cupping her chin. “That’s not much to work with… I suppose I could ask father to turn guest room G into a gaming room.”

My eye twitched, the chicken nugget falling from my fork. Oh, honey, no no no. Momo, don’t tell me… you’re a rich bitch?! Well, I guess she doesn’t really act like one, though. At least I don’t get any Regina George vibes from her. Oh wait, maybe that’s why Reggian is so bitchy because his name is Regina. Heh, get rekt.

Momo continued to ramble on, clearly excited about the idea of a new project where she gets to design a gaming room. She also mentioned something about a cat cafe, but she was back to the game room before I could interject my thoughts. Well, as long as she’s happy, I guess.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Hmm? Who the fuck would be texting me right now? If Toshi or Zawa needed something, they know where I am. Maybe it’s that lazy ass Katsuki. Oh, no, he’s on the other side of the room yelling at Kirishima about something. Curious, I pulled the phone from my pocket, holding it under the table so I didn’t offend Momo. It was a new message from an unknown number. I wonder how wrong this can go.

✉ ‘If you want to learn the truth about your mother, choose Caraphernelia’s Hero Agency.’

My eyes narrowed. Because that’s not suspicious as fuck is it? I replied, ‘Who tf is this?’

✉ ‘I’m an old friend of your mother :)’

I scoffed quietly. This has to be a prank, right? It doesn’t seem like something Tosh or Zawa would do though, and Katsuki is the only other one that knows about my mom…

✉ ‘I can tell you all of her deepest, darkest secrets, one even All Might doesn’t know~ After all, some things a girl can only tell to her female friends, you know?’

✉ ‘You do want to learn about your mother and who you are… right?’

“Jen, is something wrong? You look kind of pale…” Momo frowned, reaching her hand out for my forehead. “You don’t have a fever,”

“Ah, yeah…” A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as I stood up, clearing my throat. “I’m feeling a bit, uhh, closed in so I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

“Do you want me to accompany you?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Finish eating, I’ll see ya in a bit.” I smiled, patting her shoulder before dumping my tray and heading from the room. Man~ what the fuck is with this shit? I don’t have the mental capacity to make my own decisions. Pretty sure I proved that multiple times in my life.

Like that one time when a rat got into my house when I was a kid. The neighbor’s cat followed it inside, still have no fucking idea how, and it had the poor thing cornered. Now, being an animal sympathizer, naturally my dumbass picked it up barehanded and got the shit bit out of my hand. Blood everywhere. Gramps was not happy.

Then there was the whole code name picking thing. That didn’t go over too well, but it’s not my fucking fault. Decisions are hard.

I rubbed my head in frustration. I do want to know more about my mom, though. I feel like… it’ll give me some closure or some shit. Right now, it kinda feels like the puzzle of my life up to this point is missing some pieces that can only be filled in with more info about her. What if this bitch actually knows why my mom decided to become a hero? What about my dad? Does this bitch have any idea who he might be?

I knew I would regret this, but before my brain could question my idiotic decision, I typed my reply, ‘I’ll do it.’

The dots appeared on the screen, indicating that a message was being typed. A minute passed by. Two. Five. My eye twitched. If this bitch don’t –

✉ ‘Is a burger a salad? What about cereal, is it a soup? Is cake really just a lasagna?’

What the fuck kinda drugs is this bitch taking?! This is why you don’t lick mushrooms, kids. Or frogs. Please don’t lick frogs.

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“Oi, tiger.”

I glanced over my shoulder, pausing just outside the school gate. “Yo, Katsuki~”

He didn’t stop walking, his shoulder bumping into mine as he passed by. “You’re coming over for dinner tonight.”

“Pretty sure I’m not,” I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I followed after him. “Pops says I’m not allowed to eat at stranger’s houses anymore.”

He ignored me, a scowl on his face. “My old hag won’t stop bitching at me about meeting you. I mentioned you one fucking time when you cheated at Needy Speedy and she won’t let it the fuck go.”

“I did not cheat, you just suck,” I responded. “And that honestly sounds like a you problem, so~ good luck with that.”

“My dad is making you tac -”

“Why the fuck didn’t you start with that, bro?” I threw my arm around his shoulder with a grin, feeling my stomach growling at the thought.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” he deadpanned.

“Oh? Are we stating the obvious now? I love that game! My turn – you’re part chihuahua.”

“I’m not a fucking dog, you bitch!!”

I winched, pulling away and rubbing my poor ear. “I think my ear is bleeding…”

“Good!”

“You’re paying for my medical bills, chief.”

“Like hell I am! Go to hell!”

“I visit hell every summer. It’s a bit too warm for my tastes, but the people are pleasant.”

Katsuki groaned, slamming his hand to his face. “I hate you so goddamn much.”

“Love you, too, buddy.”

“Do not say that around my old hag! She’ll get the wrong idea!”

“Sure, sure.”

We finally arrived at his house and stepped inside, kicking our shoes off inside the doorway. Within seconds, a woman’s voice echoed throughout the house, sounding quite angry. “Damn it, Katsuki!! I told you to clean your room before you left for school this morning!” A woman rounded the corner and I swear on Wade Wilson, this woman looked like someone copy and pasted Katsuki but made him older and gave him tits. “Your teacher also called and told me that you didn’t choose a hero name yet! Knowing you, you probably chose something stupid and it got rejected!”

“Hah?! It wasn’t stupid, it was fucking brilliant!”

“Don’t you raise your voi -! Oh, hello.” Her voice immediately softened when her vermillion eyes landed on me, a bright smile replacing the annoyed expression. “I never thought I’d live to see the day my idiot son brought a friend home!” She clapped her hands together.

“I only brought her because you wouldn’t stop bitching about it!”

She grabbed the top of his head and forcefully shoved him down. “Don’t be rude! Introduce us!”

“You have mouths, don’t cha? Introduce your damn self, you hag!”

I laughed. Bro, watching these two go at it is like watching a pomeranian and a chihuahua barking at each other and slapping their paws on the ground! This is comedy feckin’ gold right here. I should film this… I can’t believe Katsuki is such a momma’s boy. This is perfect fucking blackmail, yo. “I’m Jen Winchester, Katsuki’s classmate, and best friend. I’m also the one that always beats him at video games.”

“You don’t beat me at shit!” He snapped angrily. “And don’t go declaring yourself my best friend, dumbass!”

Her eyes shined brightly. “It’s so nice to meet you, my name is Mitsuki Bakugo, Katsuki’s mother. Please come in, make yourself at home!”

I followed her into the living room, setting my bag down on the floor in front of the couch before sitting down. There were two brown couches facing each other, with a coffee table between them. Reminds me of the lounges at school.

“Do you drink tea?”

Katsuki scoffed, falling onto the couch across from me. “This dumbass only drinks cold tea.”

“Stop being rude, you little shit!” She snapped angrily before smiling at me. “I’ll bring you some iced tea, then!”

I waited until she was out of sight before turning to the blonde with a grin. “Your mom is cool as fuck.”

His eyes narrowed. “Do not tell her that, her head is big enough as it is.”

“Pretty sure that’s you, but okay.”

She returned a few moments later holding a tray in one hand and a large book in the other. Setting the tray down on the table, she set a glass of iced tea in front of me before giving herself and her son a cup of steaming tea. She settled down beside me, the navy blue book on her lap. The words ‘Photo Album’ was printed in gold, bold lettering in the top right corner.

Katsuki groaned at the sight of it. “Why the fuck are you like this?!”

“Because I’m your mother! It’s my job as a parent to embarrass my son.” She chirped happily before opening the book. “It’s nice to finally have someone to show these to!”

The first two pages contained pictures of her at the hospital, looking tired and sweaty, her skin glowing as she looked down at the newborn baby in her arms with a proud look on her face.

“Even as a newborn, he had a shitty look on his face.” She informed me with a smile. “The nurse was worried that we had given him a lemon!”

I laughed at that. “Gotta hand it to ’em, he’s consistent if nothing else.”

“That’s true!” She continued to flip through the pages, showing me pictures from his first few years of life. Pictures of him in the sandbox, him at the beach, him wearing an All Might onesie – oh my fucking god that’s adorable. I noticed a couple pictures of him and Izuku, but I chose not to comment on them.

My eyes fell on one image in particular. It was him and Zuku in the park playing soccer together. They looked around three or four years old and they looked… happy together. My brow furrowed as I took in their innocent expressions. From this picture, they look like they were pretty good friends back then. I know people grow apart, but… is it really that simple? I know Zuku still cares about Katsuki, but does he feel the same way somewhere deep down?

“This one was taken the day his quirk manifested. He started to act so smugly after that.” She pointed to a picture of Katsuki standing outside his preschool, small explosions appearing in his palm. He definitely looked smug in that picture. “Oh and look at this one! He had just gotten this All Might figure and bath bomb and he wanted to try them out. So cute, don’t you think?”

“D-Don’t fucking show her that!” Katsuki jumped up, throwing his hands over the page, his cheeks and ears turning red.

She scowled at him. “And why not? A best friend should know these things!”

“S-She’s not my best friend, you damn hag!”

“You’re going to hurt her feelings! Apologize!”

“I’d rather die!”

“That can be arranged!!”

I watched them argue back and forth, sipping my tea in amusement. The front door opened and closed, followed by a soft-spoken male voice, “I’m back.” A kind-looking man with spikey brown hair and eyes framed by black, square glasses stepped into the living room, several plastic bags in his hands.

Mitsuki smiled brightly, setting the album on the table before approaching him and taking the bags from his left hand. “This is my husband, Masaru.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled, rubbing his free hand on his jeans before holding it out to me.

I stood up, slipping my hand into his. “You, too. My name’s Jen Winchester, Katsuki’s classmate.”

Katsuki’s vermillion eyes snapped to me and narrowed, but he remained quiet, now sitting on top of the photo album.

“You’re staying for dinner, right?” Masaru questioned softly. “Katsuki said you love tacos, so we’ll be having them for dinner.”

I instantly nodded with a wide grin. “Yes, thank you for having me!”

He chuckled, sending me a closed-eye smile before following his wife into the kitchen.

Katsuki’s still glaring at me. “What did I do this time?”

He grunted, folding his arms over his chest. “You didn’t introduce yourself as my best friend, idiot.”

“Oh, you’re right. Lemme fix that,” I started toward the kitchen but he grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me backward with a groan.

“Get your fucking bag, we’re going upstairs before she gets the second album.”

“There’s a second album?”

“There’s ten…”

“Oh lawd,” I did as he asked, following him up the stairs and into his room, which was pretty basic surprisingly. A double bed sat against the back wall under the window, while a desk sat against the left wall, holding some books and a laptop. Various weights and dumbells littered the floor on the right, and several pieces of dirty clothes were scattered across the room. “Katsuki, why is there a sock on the ceiling fan?”

“I threw it at the old hag and it missed.”

“Guess it’s a good thing you don’t play basketball, huh.”

“Fuck off.”

Directly to the right of the door was a flat-screen TV with a gaming system and a stack of games that were tilted slightly to the left. In the center of the room was a low, square table.

“It’s actually not as messy as I figured it would be,” I commented, plopping down onto his bed and grabbing the remote off the bedside table.

He rolled his eyes, flopping down at the table with his back to the bed. “Did you choose yet?”

I paused my channel flipping, glancing at him as he looked over his offers. “Actually, yeah.” Pulling my phone from my pocket, I pulled up the messages and rested the device on his shoulder.

He was quiet as he read them, but then his face twisted into a scowl. “You’re such a dumbass. You’re not fucking choosing this bitch, it’s obvious it’s a scam.”

“I mean, probably.” I scratched my cheek, ignoring his look. “But if there’s a small chance it’s not, I can finally get answers, ya know?”

“Or you could fucking die.”

I grinned, leaning forward to poke his cheek. “D’aww, does Katsuki care about me~?”

He smacked my hand away and turned his head, but the tips of his ears were turning pink. “As if! I don’t give a fuck what you do!”

“What about you? Who are you choosing?” I hummed.

“The number four hero, Best Jeanist.” He grinned. “I’m gonna use him to reach the top!”

“Best Jeanist? The fuck is wrong with you people and your shitty hero names?”

His eyes narrowed. “My fucking names were great!”

I chuckled, raising the remote again only to pause as something caught my attention. I upped the volume on the TV and the news anchor’s voice filled the room, “Just a few days earlier, pro hero Ingenium was left mortally wounded after facing off against the infamous hero killer in Hosu city. To date, the hero killer has killed seventeen pro heroes and left twenty-three hurt beyond recovery. His current whereabouts are unknown, but police are -”

I muted the TV, swallowing hard. “O-Oi, ain’t Ingenium Iida’s older brother?”

“Yeah…” he breathed out, his wide eyes meeting mine.

“The hero killer… Stain…”

“He’s the one that killed your mom, didn’t he?”

“That’s what I was told, yeah.” I muttered. “This explains why Iida’s been acting so fucking weird. I think Izuku is right to be worried…”

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The Aesthetics of Transformers

Hello Tumblr! That time of the month again. Unfortunately, things have been really busy around here lately, and I was unable to get to Beast Wars 1998, so you’ll have to wait another couple weeks for Transmetals to hit the scene. However, today I instead present an article on what makes transformers aesthetically valuable. Enjoy!

    What do we find enjoyable about Transformers? 

I’m sure many of us have grappled with that question at one point or another. That day when you buy a figure and realize you don’t particularly care about it, or when you look at an old figure that once was a favorite and feel nothing in particular. Why do I do this? What keeps me coming back? 

    The answer for me is that it was, and is, fun, even though I sometimes lose sight of that. Transformers offer me a simple, pure joy in the appreciation of something cool, or beautiful, or technically impressive, and I find that immensely fulfilling. In a way, it’s the best sort of engagement with life. 

    For a long time, I was at a rough place in my life personally, and it manifested itself in how I engaged with my Transformers. I was obsessed with the idea that aesthetic merit could be reduced to specific features of a toy that we found valuable, and that I could collect all toys that demonstrated a certain level of those characteristics. 

    However, as I pursued that goal, it became more and more apparent that something was wrong with that conception of Transformers. One of the more obvious flaws was that one of the figures I had used to establish my exacting standards in the first place, Thrilling 30 Springer, no longer met them. Indeed, no toy did or could, because no toy is literally perfect. 

    I think I’m at a better spot in my life right now, and I think, once again, that’s reflected in my relationship with my transformers. I’ve come to realize that while, in some ways, I was correct about aesthetic worth being derived from specific qualities of a toy that we value, I was also wrong. I was wrong in the sense that there is no such thing as the perfect figure, one that completely has every single quality of aesthetic merit to the maximum degree. This is often because whether or not a figure demonstrates a certain characteristic is a matter of judgement and taste. Is ROTF Leader Optimus a bad figure with an annoying backpack, or is it the best representation of Movie Optimus? 

     There are many different ways that transformers can be enjoyed, even for a single individual; we all have our own constellation of aesthetic values. I think that we look at aesthetic criteria for a figure, and, if we like it emotionally or because we chose to or whatever, we can overlook the imperfections or even outright flaws. In this essay, I want to talk about a few of the things that make a Transformer beautiful, as a celebration of beauty and joy, and also to give some insight into how I think about these figures.

I think one of the greatest aesthetic virtues a transformer can have is the simple one of being ‘cool’. I always really liked trains, and I thought it was cool how Classics Astrotrain turned into a train and a space shuttle. I think the P-38 Lightning is a dumb plane and I love it to death, and for that reason, 2010 Highbrow is one of my favorite figures. Cool is intentionally pretty vaguely defined here. It’s really anything that can make you go ‘oh, that’s neat’ when you look at a figure, and obviously that’s going to differ from person to person, based on what your other interests and values are. 

Another thing that makes Transformers desireable is screen accuracy. Until fairly recently, most of the primary Transformers media has been television or movies. That means that we are attached to most of our favorite characters because of their presentation in these media. It makes sense that toys that more closely correspond to the tv representation of a character would have more aesthetic merit. This is especially true for cases like Arcee or Elita-1, where for years there was nothing approaching a screen accurate toy. Something I personally enjoy is toys that are so screen accurate it looks like they just hopped off the screen. Some notable examples for me are the first Transmetal toys from Beast Wars (sometimes, looking at you Waspinator), Transformers: Animated as a line, and a few specific figures like Studio Series Blackout. 

    Transformers are, at their core, action figures, so we want them to be able to do actiony things, like having a full range of articulation or being nicely poseable. Sometimes, of course, it is impossible to include a waist joint or some such and still have the figure transform, so I think the standard for articulation in Transformers is somewhat lower than in other action figure hobbies. 

For me, the normal range of articulation is ball joints or equivalents at the shoulders and hips,and elbows and knees. In this day and age I would say bicep and thigh swivels are also standard, but I do have a couple figures that I really enjoy who don’t have either one or the other, generally because of cleverness with ball joints at the elbow or knee. Head articulation of some sort is nice and pretty common, but again, I do have a few figures with restricted head articulation and it doesn’t bother me so much. Waist and ankle tilts are gravy in almost all cases, though we’re getting a lot more ankles nowadays. 

    Kibble generally refers to parts of a Transformer’s alternate mode that are visible in the robot mode, or vice versa. Sometimes, like with G1 Seeker designs, it’s pretty cool to see a robot made out of parts of f-14, especially stuff like the wings. Other times, like with Movie Blackout, the entire alternate mode ends up on the back of the toy and causes sad feelings the world over. Kibble can also significantly restrict articulation and playability, as with Beast Wars Rampage. 

I tend not to mind kibble so much if it’s subtle, or used deliberately for a cool effect, like on the seekers. Even somewhat more egregious stuff like POTP Predaking or Movie Dropkick doesn’t bug me that much, although it used to. Honestly, shellforming a la TLK Berzerker doesn’t even bug me that much, although it’s self evidently rough. What does get to me is when a toy stops being a toy because of how kibbly it is, like the aforementioned Movie Blackout. Now, I still own that toy and enjoy it, and others like it, but I don’t find that part of it aesthetically pleasing. Of course, this is not to say that kibble is bad or being overly kibbly disqualifies a toy from being good. 

    One of my favorite things about Transformers are when the transformation schemes surprise me. TR Kup, Generations WFC Optimus, Studio Series Dropkick, and 2010 Terradive all are some of my favorite figures, entirely because their transformation schemes are so clever and novel. Of course, I’m also a sheer complexity junky, and I go out of my way to collect toys explicitly because they are complex. Examples include RID Sideburn or ROTF Mixmaster. I really enjoy it when the toy I’m holding is technically impressive for one reason or another, be that it used all of its pieces very well in both modes, was astoundingly intricate, or had a specific neat trick or device it employed. 

Transformers is fairly unique in that there are comparatively few totally generic characters. Each toy has a personality associated with it, even if it’s just the bio card that came with it. The brand has been introducing and exploring characters for close to 35 years now, sometimes more well, and sometimes less well, but undeniably, characters are a huge part of why we involve ourselves with the brand.

 Waspinator is iconic for his comic relief, as is Skybyte. MTME Megatron is one of the most interesting characters I’ve seen in anything ever. Even characters who get comparatively little screen time, like Astrotrain, have dedicated followings, because transformers often does background characters quite well.  I myself own lots of figures I wouldn’t otherwise, simply because I enjoy their characters. To that end, one of the reasons a figure can have aesthetic merit is that it represents a character you like. 

    Something I personally enjoy in a figure is when I’m shocked to discover that it exists at all. A huge example of this is 2010 Highbrow, who I mentioned earlier. I remember clearly, I was just going down a rabbit hole on the wiki when I suddenly stumbled upon a P-38 Lightning-esque transformer, and my first reaction was disbelief. There was no way HasTak made such an obscure figure. But they did, and it’s awesome. A more recent example is TR Gnaw. I was stunned that they were making a Sharkticon toy again after so long. I had sincerely never expected that to occur, but I was so glad that it had. I simply love discovering a transformer in some corner of some obscure line that turns into some alt mode that nothing else does, or something else that, against all the odds, exists. 

    As we touched upon briefly in the “It’s just cool” section, something that can make a transformer valuable is that we just think the alt mode is neat. It can be nothing more sophisticated than “I’ve always liked squids” that draws someone to BW Claw Jaw. Honestly, one of the coolest things about transformers for me is the sheer depth of alt modes that has been covered in the history of the brand. Odds are, if you can name something, there’s a TF of it. Specific Japanese bullet trains? You bet. A WW2 style bomber? Absolutely. A wooly mammoth? Yep, and that one’s an Optimus Prime. There’s even a Soundwave that turns into an Ipad, and a Megatron that turns into an alas undersized nike shoe. 

We can also value transformers because that specific figure is important to us. My RID Ro-tor is that way for me. My uncle bought it for me, years ago, and it was one of my first transformers. I thought it was just the coolest thing, and I spent hours pretending he was an autobot, because I noticed they didn’t have as many fliers and wanted to fill the gap. Every time I look at that toy, I think of my uncle a little, and I’d never want to be without it. Or, for another example, just recently I bought Armada Astroscope again, because I had the Requiem Blaster as a kid and Astroscope was my favorite, but I lost him.  I’m sure everyone who took the time to read this article has some kind of story like that. 

Another reason I personally find Transformers interesting is their historical significance. I think Classics Astrotrain is really cool in its own right, but I also just love that he’s one of only 2 deluxe class triple changers. I think it’s really interesting that Generations Brainstorm kind of serves as a proof of concept of the entire TR line, and that versions of Punch/Counterpunch are basically the only backwards triple changers, with two robot modes. G1 Soundwave probably hugely influenced the development of Minicons in Armada, and smaller toy interaction in every subsequent line. I think it’s really neat to have a part of that history in my collection. 

Another draw of Transformers, as with any collecting hobby, is finding rare figures. Be it expensive, Japan exclusive boys like Masterforce Browning, Arms Micron Breakdown, Dile and Sauru, the vanishingly rare Lucky Draw figures, members of teams that are tough to find on their own for no reason like RID Rapid Run, exclusives, like Botcon figures or Universal Studios Evac, things that barely saw release like DOTM Deluxe Leadfoot, or even holy grails like the G2 Stunticons, getting a rare figure in your collection is always a treat. I personally don’t go in for that hugely myself, in part because it’s expensive and in part because I don’t super value rarity for its own sake. But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a little cool to own my Chevy Aveo Swerve because it’s rare, even though I bought it because I think it has a super unique artstyle. 

On that theme, an individual TF can also be valuable because it fills a specific hole in your collection. An example of this could be getting TR Blitzwing because you have TR Astrotrain and TR Octone, and he rounds out the trio. Or perhaps you’re only missing a single figure from the entire run of Armada, or you need one last Thundercracker to complete your collection of literally all of them. For me, this tends to be a bit more historically driven, because, I am, if you can’t tell, a nerd. I have my eyes on Transmetal 2 Iguanus, because I don’t own a Beast Wars figure from that year. I’ve thought about buying BW2 Moon, just to have one of the very few new mold BW2 toys. 

The final point of aesthetic merit I want to discuss is kind of a restatement of the first.  Every transformer has specific things about it you like that are unique to that toy, and don’t make sense to discuss on other figures. For example, Energon Sharkticon has soulful eyes, and I love how his dumb physique makes him look like an old style superhero. I love that he looks like he’s wearing a helmet, and that the little guns on his boat mode actually move around. None of that is universalizable, but it doesn’t make me value the toy any less. 

This is, of course, by no means an exhaustive examination of everything that makes a toy aesthetically valuable. As I said earlier, I mean this to be a celebration of some things I find personally meaningful, and to give you some insight into how I evaluate toys. I hope this has gotten you thinking about what you yourself value in a transformer. They really are fun, and even though we can lose sight of that sometimes, it’s always there to welcome us when we come back to it.