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simshaderoom #BaeWatch In other festival news, Robyn Fenty's mystery date to see BK at Edgewave has been confirmed to be our favorite rapper producer used to be problematic king D-Lo. New couple alert?? We're here for it!

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d-lo 😅👀🔥😘 Miss y'all shadey asses. We're just friends😉

badgirlfefe Besties😏

rubberbandshan I know this is a BK matchmaker ting. She said please occupy his time so I can be free 😂. This level of fine is approved!!!

skyeisthelimit 🥰

wildbutterfly I volunteer as tribute 🥵🤤

kingb D-Lo please. I think your comment got cut off. Friends with extra fine benefits?? I'm jealous.

anon Does this mean Robyn will make music again??

soheaux I can't lie. This one hurts a little bit but I like it. Robyn. Sis. Please report back with pictures and receipts. How does it feel?

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

A post in honor of General Jarod Fire Emblem my precious.

[warehouse-in-la-cienaga]

Fantasy high au where over the course of four years, The Bad Kids all end up with online followers for wildly different reasons, and it makes the rest of Solace realise that this disaster group of teenagers are responsible for their continued existence (many times over).

-As in canon, Fig has all her music accounts. However, they all link to her personal accounts (not including any from before freshman year). On her personals, there are plenty of clips of her and the rest of the BK, starting halfway through Freshman year. She has a Fantasy YouTube account where she shows concert clips and music demos, but also running complications of each bad kid being cool/stupid/insane. The highest viewed video is Riz and Adaine pulling Fig into a magic debate, with the quote ‘someone get Kristin, I think they might actually kill each other’.

-Kristin actually gets involved on social media at the end of Freshman year. She starts with taking about her deity ‘yes!’ but also includes stories about unlearning toxic religious teachings, and how to deal with changing/leaving a religion. She gets a lot of ex-religious followers, although few of them actually follow ‘yes!’ When she starts talking about Cassandra at the end of Junior year, a lot of her followers get behind it. Highest viewed video is introducing her Sibling Bucky, who talks about following an older sibling who’s been denounced and escaping a religion as a pattern in families.

-Riz starts his social medias during the summer of Freshman year, when he gets his license and starts getting clients. He has a separate, personal Fantasy YouTube account that’s a mix of reviewing mystery-genre media (books, films, ect), and advice for adventurers (think Polygon Unravelled meets Monster manual guides). Highest video is rating all the enemies the BK’s have fought in their time, with the quote ‘Porter was strong, but he also relied on angry teenagers to be subtle and organised, so that’s a flaw.’

-Adaine is next, takes an idea from Riz and talked about her favourite media, as well as advice to other Wizards. Guides on memorising spell chants. Organising material components. She has Jawbone on some videos to talk about how to deal with the mental effects of adventuring. Most of her videos are very calm and easy to listen to, with a few insane clips of the BK’s thrown in, usually when demonstrating a spell. Highest viewed video is a blurry clip of a car on fire. In the background, Fig is howling laughing. We hear Riz say ‘what have we learned.’ The camera flips, and Adaine’s blank face says ‘do not punch a car to see how far it’s thrown.’ End clip.

-Fabian is terminally offline, and only joins the others online at the end of Sophmore year. His videos are a mix of dancing and fighting techniques. He goes through steps easily, from beginner to expert. His fighting videos include the rest of the bad kids as opponents. He sometimes does talk over them to give advice, but there are also complete dances and fights set to music with no talking. Highest viewed video is his first dance with Mazey. It’s not a ‘couple dance’ it’s almost like breakdancing, but you can tell the two have high chemistry together.

-The group channel is started at the beginning of Junior year. It’s mostly clip compilations, to begin with, since everyone is incredibly stressed and busy, but as the year goes on there’s videos of the snowball fight at moonar yulenear, the frostyfair. Debates between Riz and Adaine, Godess talks with Fig and Kristin. At least half of their videos are the BK’s doing something insane and documenting results, ranging from ‘fantasy jackass’ to ‘fantasy myth busters’ depending on who’s involved. Highest viewed video is Fig surfing a lava river, following Fabian who is riding the Hangman through the same river like a jetski. Adaine is standing on the other bank, holding an ice bag.

-Gorgug is surprisingly last. The audience know about him, he’s appeared in Figs music, Fabian’s fighting, Riz talked about his gadgets and the group channel includes him as much as the rest of the BKs. He just doesn’t really think there’s anything for him to have his own channel for. Until there’s a group video where Fig needs a gadget, and the audience get to see Gorgug’s workshop, where he’s currently working on a robotic, fox-like creature that jumps up on Fig when she walks in. His channel is sort of a Michael Reeves type, where he does such impressive engineering for the most insane reasons. Highest viewed video is a workshop tour that includes three fires, at least one of which is Figs fault. The thumbnail is Gorgug watching the fire on his desk with a completely straight face.

[lincolndjarin]

Bound in Beskar

From the world of Best Kept Secret...

A down on her luck traveler finds employment with a gruff Mandalorian. He's quiet and reserved, she's resourceful and quick witted, and things are heating up in the forge... one can only imagine what happens in this tale of lust and steel.

Some of you may recall our dear princess!reader in bks reading a book in chapter 20, this is that. Vaguely in the style of those campy romance novels that you read in the bathtub with candles and wine.

warnings : armorer!mando, no use of y/n, reader is not described past the fact that she is manhandled and carried by mando, smut, unapologetic porn with a little plot, i use the phrase 'throbbing member' just once i promise it's ironic please believe me guys, spanking, pussy slapping, dom/sub undertones, sir kink, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, humiliation, p in v sex, inappropriate use of blacksmithing abilities, ro makes things up about blacksmithing, bondage, use of restraints, briefly mentioned ass play, inappropriate use of a hammer, size kink, sweet rough sex, power imbalance (mando is readers boss, but both parties are consenting), definitely a few things i missed my apologies, barely beta read i was in a rush sorry!!

word count : 3.8k

a/n : this is so bad but also like i love it LMAO like i promise it's supposed to be kind of bad guys you have to believe me lmaoooo. this was really fun to do omfg this is my magnum opus in the worst way possible

You don’t know his name. 

There wasn’t even an interview. You’d come knocking on his door when you saw the sign in town on the news bulletin board. You’d shown up with everything you owned in the canvas bag on your hip as you knocked on the large brass door. The house didn’t look like a shop, it just looked like a house, a large house, when he finally opened the door you could see why. Just beyond his hulking figure you can see his work space, the majority of the building is devoted to just one room, high ceilings and brick walls surround the enormous forge. 

“I saw your flier for a live-in housekeeper, is the position still available?” You’re so sick of sleeping in alley ways and rooftops, you’d do nearly anything for adequate lodging. 

He had examined you, the cold, unfeeling steel of his visor scanning up and down your body until he nodded. 

“You can clean?” The low, controlled voice drips through the modulator making your blood run hot. 

“Yes, and cook.” You hold your hand out to him, he only nods in response as you tell him your name. 

“You start now.” Is all you get as he motions for you to step inside.

So yeah.

You don’t know his name and he never tells you.

So you just call him sir. 

The room is nicer than any you’ve ever had. A little space at the top of the stairs, a soft worn out mattress and a desk with a crooked stool. You take it with a grin, you can’t remember the last time you slept somewhere warm. 

You set your things down as he instructs you to follow him back downstairs. He shows you around, although there isn’t much to see. The main room is large with an open ceiling for the smoke, an ornate forge takes up the center, the fires crackle from within as he leads you to a small kitchen. 

The first thing you note is how barren it is. One skillet hangs from a hook and as you search through the drawers most of them are empty.

“I will give you extra credits this week for supplies.” He sounds almost embarrassed as he ushers you out of the room towards his own. “Once a week I’ll need you to tidy up here and do the laundry, it is of the utmost importance to me that you knock when you do.”

“Of course.” You nod slowly and he puts his hands on his hips. There’s a moment of silence before he turns and returns to his work without another word.  

You are to cook his meals, buy the groceries, clean the house, and stay out of his way. In exchange he provides housing and a salary of two hundred and fifty credits a week along with any change from the grocery money he gives you. 

You almost want to ask how no one else applied to such a generous job offer but the quiet foreboding presence of your employer makes it obvious enough. It wouldn’t surprise you if people feared him, you’re certainly a bit jumpy around him. He’s just so… big. He takes up so much space, stomping around the shop all day as you take care to stay out of his path, cleaning up the messes he leaves behind. 

You stay extremely vigilant, opportunities like this do not often arise for you so you give him no reasons to question your performance. 

You go to the markets, bundled up in your cloak once a week to keep the kitchen stocked. You wake before him to prepare his breakfast, you tidy up the forge before he opens the shop to make it presentable. You cook, you clean, you repeat. When there is no work to be done he dismisses you, telling you to make yourself busy elsewhere and you always do. Taking walks or retreating to your own quarters. 

You do this for quite some time. 

He doesn’t necessarily soften up towards you but he seemingly grows to tolerate you more. 

You try different things, baking, knitting, painting and anything else you can get your hands on but no hobby ever seems to stick so eventually you take to watching him work. Sitting at the top of the stairs, dangling your legs over the railing as he hammers the smoldering metals. He’s an artist really, the quick precision of his strikes with the hammer, bending steel to his will to craft the custom fitted pieces. It makes you wonder why his own armor looks so worn down when he clearly has a gift. Everything but his helmet is worn down, scratched up dark metals that he often tosses aside when he works late into the night. 

After long days of work when the shop is closed he’ll toss aside his chestplate and pauldrons, opting to remain only in his helmet as he rolls up his sleeves revealing the warm tan skin beneath. You always feel as though you can’t breathe right when he does this. His strong, toned arms, littered with burn scars from years of work. 

You can’t deny his appeal. 

Even without the armor he is huge. The wide expanse of his shoulders that smooth down into a narrow waist. You don’t even need to wonder about what’s going on under the helmet because everything else is just so much. Those hands, that neck, his chest, you’re practically drooling when you watch him work late into the night, sitting at the top of the stairs, clutching a steaming mug of caf as you squeeze your thighs together. You spend most nights with your hand between your legs thinking about your employer.   

It isn’t a bad life, it’s repetitive but it’s happy and safe which is more than you’ve ever had before. The Mandalorian treats you well, sometimes he speaks to you outside of orders, sometimes over dinner he asks you how your day was. You even have enough money to start a savings box. 

Nothing changes and you’re fine with that.

Until one night when he’s working late, working on something smaller and detailed. You had started to tidy up around him, already in your pajamas as you padded around the forge in your nightshirt and shorts. You were sweeping when it happened. 

“Kriff-” You slip on a scrap of fabric, you grab onto the ledge of the forge, trying to catch yourself. Your breath catches in your throat as you knock a hammer off of the stone, nearly falling face first into the molten metal.

You don’t even have time to scream as the wind is knocked out of you and you’re sharply yanked backwards away from the heat. 

“Do you have a death wish?” It’s the most emotion you’ve ever heard from him, anger that threatens to spill out of his helmet. “If you fall face first into that you’d be dead in an instant.” He hisses out, hands now shaking your shoulders. 

“I- I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Your face gets hot with shame as the veins in his neck pulse. “Please don’t fire me.” You whisper, fear of losing everything you’ve worked for over one simple mistake. 

He sighs.

“I’m not going to fire you, I’m just going to discipline you.”

“Discipli-” You start to question him but he sits down on the anvil, motioning you forward with two fingers before patting his lap. Your eyes go wide at the implication.

“Tell me to stop and you can go back upstairs, it won’t affect your job." He whispers earnestly.

You don’t want him to stop. 

So you go to sit in his lap but he clicks his tongue under his helmet.

“On your stomach.” His voice is lower than before as you swallow loudly, bending yourself over his knee, hiding your face in your hands. Your ass is on display for him under the short sleep shirt you wear. “How many do you think you need to learn your lesson?” 

“How many what, sir?” 

“How many spanks.”

Oh.

You pray to the Maker that you aren’t soaking through your shorts right now. 

“Umm… fifteen?” You aren’t exactly experienced in the subject but you don’t want to pick a number too low.

“Fifteen? Look at you my little over achiever, you must truly be sorry.” He muses with an amusement you’ve never heard from him. His large palm massages the globes of your ass, you’re so painfully turned on at this point you’re honestly a little worried you’re gonna come the second he starts. “And can you tell me why you’re being punished?” 

“B-because I knocked over your hammer?” You stammer out and you feel a sharp sting as he pinches your ass. 

“No, you sweet thing.” He bunches up your top a bit higher as he simultaneously yanks down your shorts pulling a yelp from you, he definitely knows you’re wet now. “It’s because you weren’t being careful, you weren’t focused on what you were doing and you almost got hurt.”

“No, I was focused I promise-”

“But you weren’t. You were sitting up there watching me, getting yourself all worked up and by the time you got down here you were so horny you got distracted and almost got yourself killed. What would I do without my pretty little housekeeper?” You’re speechless for several reasons. He knows why you watch him? He knows how much it turns you on? 

He called you pretty. 

And his. 

“Tell me why you’re being punished?” He repeats as you clear your throat. 

“Because I wasn’t paying attention.” You mumble. 

“I want the exact answer.” 

You’re so embarrassed you could just die but something about the shame makes your blood run hot as you rub your thighs together rather obviously, earning a chuckle from your companion. 

“Because I was so worked up from watching you and I was distracted, and I almost got hurt.” You whisper, hearing a pleased hum from him. 

“That’s my smart girl. Are you ready?” 

“Yes.”

“Yes…?”

“Yes, sir.” You quickly correct yourself before bracing yourself for the first smack. 

One. 

You’re surprised by the softness of the smack. It’s more like a pat against your rear. 

“Still good?” 

“Yes sir.” 

Two. 

You squeak a bit, this one being significantly harsher than the first, before you’re prepared he’s back on you. 

Three, four, five, six. 

You’re making a sound that’s a mix between a moan and a squeal as his bare palms come in contact with your ass in four consecutive sharp spanks. He rubs his hands over the flesh that you’re certain is already welted and swollen. The next spanks come long before you’re ready. 

Seven, eight, nine, ten. 

Tears sting your eyes as he lays into you as if you’re beskar steel that he can bend to his will.

“Look at that.” He remarks with a sense of accomplishment as you let out a soft whimper. You feel his finger gliding along your thighs and up your seam making you shudder before he holds his glistening digits in front of your face. “Are you enjoying yourself, sweet thing?” You nod with a small hum, praying he’ll just touch you already but you aren’t so lucky as you feel a slap against your pussy (Eleven.) that has you whining, loud and high pitched as you clench around nothing. 

Twelve. 

Another slap to your cunt, you can feel your clit twitching as a groan is punched out of you. 

“Gods, are you gonna come like this?” He sounds terribly amused as your body tenses. 

Thirteen. 

He spreads you wide open, giving your clit a little tap that has you lurching forward in his lap. 

“Come on, you can do it.” The condescending tone only makes you want to please him more, you want it so bad as he ghosts a finger across your dripping hole. 

Fourteen, fifteen. 

On the final slap his hand stays pressed against your mound, applying just enough pressure to throw you over that edge. You’ve never come quite like this, nearly wailing as tears now flow freely as your body turns to putty in his lap. He has melted you down and made you something new. 

He lets you work through it for a while, rubbing your back until you come back to your senses. He lifts you from his lap, your legs wobble and shake as he stands you up.

“I gotcha.” He murmured as he picked you up bridal style, carrying you up the stairs before laying you down in bed. “You did so good, such a good girl for me.” He whispered as you closed your eyes, absolutely exhausted. You felt the blankets pulled up over you before you drifted off. 

You swore you felt something press against your forehead. 

When you wake for the first time since you started working for him, breakfast is already made. A plate of bread and meat sits on your desk along with a glass of water. Your ass is raw but other than that you feel more than fine. You aren’t sure what to expect when you go downstairs but it certainly isn’t the silence you're met with. 

It’s as if nothing happened at all. 

He doesn’t even acknowledge you as you frown, attending to your daily tasks. 

He barely even looks at you. 

You go to bed that night frustrated and upset.

So you come up with a plan to get his attention.

You mess up in every way possible. 

You ‘forget’ to make his breakfast. You leave metal scraps on the floor. And you go to bed early, hoping he’ll come upstairs and punish you for your mistakes but he never does. You ignore your duties for a full week before you finally snap at him while he’s locking up. 

“Do I have to throw myself into the forge again to get your attention?” You finally snap at him. 

“Excuse me?” He turns to face you, holding his tongs in hand. 

“I have been a terrible housekeeper for days and you haven’t so much as scolded me!” You throw your hands up in exasperation as he shakes his head. 

“Is that what this is about? My forge is a mess because I haven’t been giving you enough attention?” He tilts his head to the side and you actually feel a bit guilty, when he puts it like that you seem rather petulant. You nod, feeling rather ashamed. He points at the anvil. “Lay down. Now.” You waste no time, rushing over and laying down on your stomach across the large steel surface, his large hands pin you down in place as he takes position behind you, clearly fuming and clearly hard as his hips meet your ass. 

It’s a harrowing juxtaposition, how careful yet rough he is with you as his hand holds you by the back of your neck, pressing you into the cold metal of the anvil. You’re practically giddy with anticipation as you feel a faint heat on your wrists as they’re yanked behind your back. There’s a sizzling sound and you register a metal wrapped around your wrists, arousal and fear course through you as you feel a nearly painful heat that has you trying to look over your shoulder. He pushes back harder on your neck.

“Don’t move.” He grumbles as you go still. When he finally takes a step back you turn to look at what he’s done only to find your wrists shackled behind your back, they aren’t just locked in place. 

He’s welded them together.  

“You want my attention so badly? Then you’re gonna get it.” He yanks down everything below your waist, your tights bunching at your ankles as he pulls your skirt up to your hips. “You’re a terrible housekeeper, maybe I should find another use for you.” He kneels behind you, spreading you wide open with his hands, the cool air from the skylight chills your soaking folds. His fingers poke at you as if he’s examining you. You’re grinning as you wait for him to finally touch you in earnest but instead you feel cold steel pressing into you. You flinch away from the sensation but he holds you in place. 

“Sir- please-” You whine but all that gets you is a slap on the ass as he pushes the object in deeper. You groan, it isn’t all that thick but Maker it’s long, brushing up against spots inside of you you’re certain you’ve never reached before until the base of it bumps against your clit, the heavy weight shifting inside of you as it clicks. 

He put his fucking hammer inside you. 

“Maybe I can use you to hold my tools.” He remarks as he stands. “Would you like that? If I kept you around to hold my things?” He walks over to kneel in front of you now, tapping your face with his fingers. “This is a lesson, you know.” 

“What lesson?” Your voice is more strained than you expected. 

““That if you want something, you need to ask for it.” He whispers through the modulator as you nod.

“Please.” You whimper.

“Please, what?” 

“Please, I want you to touch me.” You sway your hips as best you can like this as he runs his fingers across your cheek.

“Like this?” Bastard.

“I want you to fuck me.” No point beating around the bush. “Sir.” You add on a beat later, hoping to encourage him. 

“That’s all you needed to say.” He stands back up and you groan as he yanks the tool out of you, running his fingers through your wetness as you hear the rustling of fabric and zippers before something thick and soft swipes through your folds. As he sinks himself into you at last one of his hands grips the meat of your hips so hard you’re certain it’ll bruise. The other holds the metal linking your cuffs as he pulls you back onto him, impaling you on his cock at a distressingly slow pace. 

Ask for it. 

“Please sir- I need you- I need you to fill me up.” 

“Such a polite girl.” You can hear his grin as he slams forward. Your hips are flush now as he thrusts his throbbing member into your soaking heat. “Such a- sweet cunt.” He groans as you slump forward, the size of him knocks the wind out of you as he splits you open. His cock stretches you open wider than ever before as he immediately takes on a punishing pace. 

Your body is on fire, your nerves igniting as he pounds into you. The hand on your hip moves lower, circling your clit sending another jolt of fire through your veins as you barrel towards an unavoidable orgasm. 

You cry out as he angles his hips to hit that spot inside of you and all too quickly you tumble over that edge, strangling his cock within you as you spasm wildly. Your eyes flutter shut as you soak him. 

He doesn’t let up for a second. 

“Gonna give you enough attention to keep you content for a few days.” He spits out through grit teeth, already pushing you towards another climax your body isn’t at all ready for. 

“So fucking needy. Maybe I should make some toys for you to play with while I’m working.” He grumbles, you feel his thumb prodding at your other entrance as you gasp. “Could make you something real pretty to put in here.” You nod furiously as he laughs, rocking his hips forward again. It’s a good thing you’re being held up by the anvil because your legs go limp underneath you as you come again. He pinches your clit, nowhere near hard enough to hurt but enough to make you sob as your eyes go wet from the overstimulation of everything that’s happening. “Think you can give me one more?” The dominating condescending tone is gone as he leans down, his helmet knocking against your spine as if he’s kissing you there. 

“I- I don’t know.” You manage to whisper out as he slows his brutal pace, an act of mercy to your puffy, sensitive cunt. 

“Do you wanna try?” His voice is sweet now as he stills inside of you. Keyword there is try. Your skin tingles in a way that is nearly painful as you nod. 

“Yes sir.” You turn your head to the side, resting the hot skin on the cold steel.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, starting a new pace, a gentler one as he pushes the blunt head of his cock against your cervix, pulling a drawn out whine from your chest. “That’s it, just a little more, such a good girl, so good for me.” He begins to ramble as his thrusts grow a little erratic and sloppy, his fingers tensing against your hips as he stumbles forward, his entire body flush with yours as he empties himself into you. You can feel the warmth leaking between the two of you as you’re hit with an entirely new sensation that makes you come one last time. Your vision goes entirely white now as tears wash down your face. He steadies you, holding you through it and whispering more praises that don’t entirely register before he carefully pulls out of you. Your eyes remain shut as he carefully takes your wrists, after a moment they’re back at your side as he puts you back together. Pulling up your panties and tights, keeping his cum inside of you in the process as he lays you on your back, eventually sitting you up. “Are you okay?” 

You grin. 

“Yes, sir.” He chuckles, leaning forward just enough to tap his helmet against yours for a moment. You look down at your wrists where the metal bands remain. 

“I made them for you, they aren’t always shackles, they're pretty when they aren’t stuck together.” You bring them up to your face, getting a closer look at the intricate details. There’s a small mythosaur embossed on each one. A symbol, something that binds you to him. 

“I love it.” You smile up at him, looking around the still dirty shop. “I should probably catch up on my work…” You start to stand but he sits you back down. 

“Take the day off, worry about it tomorrow.” He walks past you, you turn to watch him throw more kindling into the forge. 

“What are you gonna do with the rest of your day?” You tilt your head, watching as he takes the hammer that was inside you only moments ago and spins it in his hand. 

“I believe I owe you a couple of toys.” He tosses a handful of steel into the hearth as you sit back a bit and watch him start to work. 

a/n : this was ridiculous but also i did take it very seriously. this genre was what i was unapologetically born to write.

if you liked this and aren't familiar with my work this is a one off from my mandalorian series Best Kept Secret, which you can find here!!

I don't have taglists but follow @lincolndjarinnotifs for updates on any and all fics!!

[doodlegirl1998]

You know...I think we should consider Shoto Todoroki a tragedy character. And I know you like him so this is not me bashing him. I'm not Hori.

I know it's easier blame all this on Hori's inability to write but...think this way: isn't tragic how shoto, who was abused by Einji, is buddy buddy with a mini Endy?

"bad writing" or ...Shoto is slipping in the Freudian slip. He hates his dad, his dad took his childhood from him...but he still hangs out with BK bc that's the only type of relationship he knows.

"he is Izu's friend" sigh. Not in canon. Yes we see small screens where he is nice but is politeness, not friendship. I like he went to Izu rescue in the stain arc (only him did it) but on the big scheme of things...that is nothing. Anyone with common sense would.

Bk is a character Shoto knows well.

And isn't tragedy you hang out with people who resemble your abuse in the vain hope of them being better?

"it's bad writing" sure. But it's also a tragedy bc Shoto is never really free from the abuse.

What Endy did to his family doesn't stop with an apology. It lingers and bet if we do get a sequel where "the A1 have kids like Boruto" Shoto will be a bad father, not like Endy...but he will be emotional distant.

Don't know...just have this thought how Shoto is so tragic.

No more tragic than Izu.

No one is winning here.

Hi @mikeellee 👋

Shoto is a tragic character.

I do see him as being genuine friends with Izuku. However, in my opinion, Shoto being friends with Bakugou is wildly OOC, especially considering Shoto's treatment of him at the start of the series.

You could make the argument that Shoto is acting out the trauma response 'fawn' in being Bakugou's friend (however that can be seen more in Izuku and would be more in character for Fuyumi to do since she does that with Endeavor - Shoto does not.)

I think this is all simply bad writing since Shotos behaviour doesnt fit with his previously established character.

Also, as you pointed out, Shoto is never truly free from the abuse - Bakugou parallels Endeavor, and Endeavor has elbowed his way into Shoto's life and overshadowed Shoto's narrative with his 'atonement'

If MHA gets a 'Boruto' style spin off (I pray it doesn't since Hori fumbled so hard with this OG series), Shoto being a parent that struggles to connect emotionally with his kids would make sense but he seems to be getting slightly better at that in MHA.

No one wins in MHA aside from Horis Golden Boy Bakugou.

[horizon-verizon]

Alicent is such a pussy ass bitch, “the beacon burns green when House Hightower calls their banner to war,” she wore a green dress to Rhaenyra’s wedding to signal her allegiance to her house over her husband’s and as a call to arms, and since then, she wore GREEN EVERYDAY, but now that the war that she’s been instigating for 16 years pops off, she suddenly wants to wear blue, fuck off to the forest, and pretend like it’s not what she wanted. I truly can’t stand her mosquitamuerta ass.

"mosquitamuerta" -- I searched it up, means someone who 's doing something shady but makes themselves look innocent and not responsible for it.

Yeah, that's my other issue with Alicent. I have said several times how the green dress moment made no sense for several reasons[twitter, this one more about how she would never have chosen that particular dress], Alicent of episodes 6-7 show a "warring" Alicent. It's not just that she would never choose to wear that dress and not for the color, but it's that the writers nullified Alicent's whole arc of her becoming a true direct and rounded threat towards the blacks when we get to the 8th episode.

Or maybe they were forced to nullify it and make nothing of it after episode 7 bc they erroneously positioned the conservative "rebel". Or that it inevitably fell apart.

There is a huge difference b/t bk!Rhaenyra wearing her black dress in clear, broadcasted self-affirming defiance to the woman who is trying to get her removed from her position using her gender against her VS show!Alicent "rebelling" because Rhaenyra refused to endanger herself and tell the truth about her, Cole, & Daemon. Rhaenyra was not complying to those sexist calls made by both fans AND those who had to have been at court & went closer to the queen's party for her to just give up. This is itself a knock against patriarchy.

Whereas with show!Alicent--though yes she is clearly trying to convey she won't try to fit herself into the Targaryen family, work for the royal family's interests more, make herself more "Targ"--it is also true that she ends up still trying to genuinely [key word] trying to make Viserys comfortable, make herself his perfect wife, follow what she thinks was his wishes (and I'm talking about before he died and after episode 5), etc.. She, unlike red-black-dress-bk!Rhaenyra, is still sincerely trying to abide by the patriarchal feudal status quo's principles of wifely obedience/solicitation to punch down on Rhaenyra, the "rebel". Thus, yeah, Alicent's green dress moment just transitions into the downward spiral she vaults herself on.

It would have made way more sense for Alicent to confront Otto, the person who actually ruined her life by pimping her out to Viserys. No, she is in a repressed delusion and probably would never, but that's exactly my point--this moment is supposed to be a clarifying moment where we the viewer/reader see who has been the victim, who the harasser, who the protagonist, who the antagonist, who the beleaguered, who the harasser. Giving that to the woman who will unfairly abuse Rhaenyra for basically not complying with an abusive system as perfectly as she should is self defeating, opposite of what this story is about, and discourages female self assertion through a distortion and using a token woman to do that job for you. Look, it's a woman doing this, and a terribly abused woman, too, she has to be right! Rhaenyra is the one who should have "done her duty" and not lie to Alicent! Meanwhile, Alicent's father is trying to get Rhaenyra removed and Alicent, back in episode 3, did not tell Rhaenyra that Otto is basically forcing her to visit Viserys and become his wife. No, Alicent was telling her to not mind the political plots of the men, or mind men's business when Rhaenyra is heir (and must concern herself w/politics!) AND Otto is one of those Rhaenyra has to watch out for but Alicent is actively preventing her from doing so!! And not even purposefully, which does not make her impressive, but sad. Which isn't fun and a total downgrade from her orig self.

...Plus, Rhaenyra of the show didn't even understand wtf Alicent was doing with the green dress bc on her end she still thinks Alicent doesn't know bc Alicent has not let anyone know what Cole said to her...by contrast, it is likely that bk!Alicent understood Rhaenyra's message in her wearing the black dress at her anniversary.

That moment of episode 5 was peak gaslighting, male gaze, & manipulation.

[louellaby]

FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass @kaiserkisser @hhurric4ne @amberheavendremurr @yu-ulda @bk-4-trash-fire

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE

C H A P T E R I X

「 Happy Birthday, Dear Lady Soley 」

The day arrived when everyone was to surprise Soley for her birthday. It became a huge surprise indeed when an unexpected storm came to greet her as well. The winds were lashing; trees were almost to the point of snapping in half. The rain kept pouring. One could barely see through it.

Needless to say, the lady was not happy.

"I'm sorry we couldn't hold your party outside just as we planned, Soley.."

"Yeah, we even set up a treasure hunt since you love those... but I think all the clues are now either soaked by the rain or blown away by the harsh wind."

"They're definitely gone by now if the trees could barely keep themselves grounded."

The girl was standing near the window, back faced towards the brothers who worried about her continued silence. She pressed her hand against the glass, eyes never leaving the scene outside. The brothers noticed the scowl on her face from her faint reflection. It seemed like she was cursing the rain, the wind, and everything else. Including them.

"Soley?" Lucifer took the steps none of his brothers dared, and he placed a hand on the girl's head. She slowly looked up at him after a minute, frown gone and replaced with a teary expression.

"Lucifer," she croaked, "... is my birthday ruined now? Are we not going to celebrate it anymore?"

The demon's brows twitched before he stroked her head ever so gently; just as he did to someone else all those months ago.

"I will speak with Diavolo and see what we can do. Don't worry, Soley. We will make sure you get your special day."

Soley wiped away the tears from her eyes and showed the eldest a slight smile.

"Thank you, Luci."

Some of the brothers exchanged glances, which Soley didn't pick up on. Lucifer was hiding them well from her view. He smiled back at her with a nod before giving orders to his brothers to behave themselves and take care of Soley until his return from the castle. No one argued with him about going through the storm despite its severity. They all knew it needed to happen.

"A faraway mansion?!"

Lucifer has returned from the Demon Lord's Castle to the House of Lamentation, bearing good news for Soley, who jumped in surprise upon hearing them.

"Yes, that's right," Lucifer nodded his head in response as his brothers offered him a towel to dry himself off. "Diavolo has built a vacation mansion months ago at the edge of the Devildom where he frequently tampers with the environment. There, he can guarantee that no foul weather will spoil your day."

"Then what are we waiting for?! Let's go now before my birthday is over!"

Lucifer turned to his brothers and told everyone to pack their bags and meet back in the entrance hall. There was no arguing. Everyone did as they were told.

Upon arriving at the mentioned mansion, Soley was in awe. It wasn't enough for the building to be called a mansion as it looked more like a castle. The walls were made of bricks of the darkest colour, yet they give off a pearly shine when basked in the moon's glow. The moat around the structure was surprisingly clear and filled with rare fish that had the same hue as the moon. The inside of the building was beautifully decorated with banners, flags, and different kinds of flowers from all three worlds.

Soley loved every bit of it.

Except for a specific bloom displayed as the main theme of the beautiful arrangements in each and every vase. Its blue-ish hue irritated the lady for reasons unknown to her and the rest of the group.

"Lucifer," Soley called out to the demon. They were all walking around the halls to get themselves familiar with the layout. The six youngest brothers were walking ahead, talking amongst themselves.

Lucifer, with his arms crossed, turned his gaze from the beautiful paintings on the walls to the girl whose stare made him raise his eyebrow. "What is it?" He asked in wonder.

"While we were on our way here, you told us Lord Diavolo had the place decorated especially for our arrival, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"I'm quite certain I previously gave you a list of my favourite things, including my beloved types of flowers— and let me tell you, forget-me-nots are not one of them."

The Avatar of Pride looked to where the lady was pointing. He was about to open his mouth in reply until everyone stopped in their tracks when they reached the great hall. They all heard footsteps coming from the balcony just above the doors they had entered.

"Oh my, it's not polite to complain about decorations someone else worked on, my lady. Especially at a place you don't even own."

"But you seem to be satisfied with everything else, so you don't know how happy I am to know how much you're enjoying yourself."

The birthday girl's eyes widened in horror as soon as she heard the very same voice she dreaded ever hearing again.

Quickly spinning on her heels, she met the mocking gaze of another human. You.

"I wish you a happy birthday, dear Lady Soley."

「 CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER X 」

[dynamic-k]

SS THEORY, TAGERT AMNESIA IS KAORI: Been keeping this theory a secret for a long time ever since the release of chapter 7. It was supposed to go along with the thing I'm working on for SS (which will hopefully not take a year :'>), but anyway. I believe that Kaori Becker is Target Amnesia. Now that I have more information to further support this (thank to all the questions that rI0r-girl has asked), I can probably confirm this. In my initial theory before all the additional information is that she is Target Amnesia and is responsible for her family's not remembering of her. And I theorized it's either the cliché 'I want to protect' or something else entirely. And it's also weird how HH brothers have their powers when it doesn't look like Alan has, so they must've gotten in from someone which I assume is their mother. Or that they are just mudbloods and this has nothing to do with Heredity or Genes at all. With the additional information, I can add more to this theory. In an ask that rI0r-girl sent, they said: 'I think Vic just has invisibility' your response was... trying to hide the evidence. In the same ask, they also said what power does Kaori have, your response was that it was two but three if you count the side. Now that it has been confirmed that Kaori does have powers, it now would make sense that she is responsible for the recessive gene that gives the brothers their powers. More so that you said Kaori and Vic's powers are nearly similar. Vic's additional power is to see someone (...) who is invisible, along with another he will discover. If his powers are near similar to this mothers, then it would make sense that he got these two primary abilities from Kaori who now I say wields the same two abilities. Meaning that Vic's third power (presumably) is that he can alter or erase or whatever with people's memory, like his mother again. But likely he won't discover this until later chapters. It also makes sense that if she did have invisibility and altering memory prowess, then she could alter her family's memory and leave without anyone noticing her. Like a memory, she is gone. For now. I think. Maybe- Now with this, Kaori have a total of 3 abilities (counting the side which is 3), as you have said. But what about the other three brothers? Previously said in an ask-answer I'm too lazy to find, their abilities are entirely different from Vic's and their mother's (presumably if that is the case). And you-I don't know if I'm remembering this right-made an emphasis on a 'powerless' Alan. I put powerless there because I do think he does have powers and is therefore responsible for the other three's powers. It's just that he doesn't know that he secretly carries the gene, he may find out soon, or never. Another thing from my old theory is that the three brothers, were just mudbloods. Actually all four of them were if I got the entire gene pool wrong. HH brothers are mudblood that suddenly got their powers and their parents are muggles. Why the Harry Potter terms? I don't know, but they are fun to use and say. Though we can scratch that since it has already been confirmed by the information given. Not sure if this makes sense though more or less is correct. So... yeah. Guess that's my theory. I don't know why I just shifted-well it looked like I shifted-a topic to another, but eh. -BK Also yes I am alive (and not anonymous this time)-sorry for the no update :')

:D Friendo! Hello! Hi! Lovely to hear from you!

>:3 Well well wellllll~ What do we have here! THEORIES!

Gosh I love it when people share these~~

YEaaAHhp, Kaori is indeed Target Amnesia.

I think, if I remember right cause I know i did do this SOMEWHERE- I did basically confirm this in a comment thread somewhere I have forgotten... I think not very many people saw it though, so- ewjnfjakrgkqeagn

| In my initial theory before all the additional information is that she is Target Amnesia and is responsible for her family's not remembering of her. And I theorized it's either the cliché 'I want to protect' or something else entirely. |

Partially right and partially incorrect, but I probably shouldn't spoil it. AS MUCH AS I REALLY WANT TO-

i can't keep my mouth shut, honestly, I may regret revealing so much-

BUT I'M EXCITEDDDDDD

I'm fine with clarifying this: Chosen, Dark, and Second, do not share abilities with Kaori. They did receive storng powers, but only because Kaori's passed down genetics altered and developed uniquely into what Chosen, Dark, and Second have currently. Vic is the most similar to Kaori.

BUT!! Vic does not possess ANY "memory altering" related powers. That unknown third power is yet to be guessed or known by any other than myself. and a few siblings-

| Vic's additional power is to see someone (...) who is invisible, along with another he will discover. |

Hehe. "Someone" /inside-joke between asker and me, *cough*

| It also makes sense that if she did have invisibility and altering memory prowess, then she could alter her family's memory and leave without anyone noticing her. Like a memory, she is gone. |

:)

You have earned an ominous smiley face. Do with that what you will.

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Uhm- The reason I emphasized "powerless Alan" is because he doesn't have powers- I think I have said this like- At least twenty times to comments, asks, replies to comments, in various places to many many different people.

And I will say it again!! ALAN IS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY POWERLESS, UNLESS MAYYYYBE YOU COUNT HIS SKILL WITH MAKING REALLY GOOD MUFFINS, but that isn't a result of a power or genes or something present at his birth, technically. He's just... good. He built up the skill himself.

Alan doesn't even have recessive power genes. I'm so serious, he has NOTHING superpowered to him. BUT HE WILL WHACK A SUPERVILLAIN WITH A ROLLING PIN AND BAKE THEMM INTO HIS MUFFINS IF THEY HURTS HIS PRECIOUS BOYS-

And NO. Alan has no "undiscovered~!!!" powers either- What do I have to say to get this across- /silly

[Don't read my words as angry or mad, I'm having way too much fun answering this ask, believe me]

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Thank you for that ask!! I'm super happy I could help clarify misunderstandings, which tend to be in... quite a LOT of theories, actually.

Which is another reason why I love it when people share the theories they have!! I can help course correct any incorrect assumptions or notions. :3

Anddddd probably also share some extra things against my will due to my excited blabber mouth- [or hands, I suppose, since I'm typing this]

Have a lovely lovely day!! Or timezone! OR whenevers~

[justatalkingface]

No idea if I send this one before (I think not) but here we go. I think Izu op could have worked! Controversial take, I know.

I mean...if Hori hadn't this mentality "Izu needs to suffer bc I hate him" this could be a 0 to hero story as Izu ends up having a powerful quirk. But for that to work we would need a few things

(Note how Hori seems to love the underdog trope but failing miserable)

1) time skip. Izu cant master ofa in a few weeks. On that note, the second user cant be bk 3.0

2) a writer who is interested in explored the ofa and what it can do. Like, what if Izu can have a quirk awaken? That would be cooler.

3) senseis who know what they are doing and who helped Izu not only physically but mentally. Wouldn't be swell if Izu stoped thinkig he is worthless? If bk got consequences and Izu CAN be mad at him for what bk did? Yes it would.

4) and a sense of limit. Yes, I did mentioned how op Izu can work but if he gets too op and can face all the big bad villains, if he can use ofa 100%...it would be a bit stalled in terms of writing "dont fret, super Izu is here". It would be Izu repeat AM's mistake. What I would do is make Izu, who after proper training and well used time skip earned how to use his quirk safely, has a support group. Ochako, Iida, Shoto and whatnot. Meaning is not just Super Izu alone.

Friendship wins.

But of course....Hori didn't went to this route. And the timeline is really ....a joke.

Anyway, to end. I do think the concept of op Izu could have worked if Hori had stopped his hate for Izu and focused on the mc and developed more ofa.

I... have mixed feelings about OP characters in stories, mostly because they don't do them right. The thing is, an OP character, on the scale we're talking about here, because in chapter one, All Might sets that ceiling of OP way up there? That is someone so... stupidly strong that they actually direct national policy just by their very existence; quite possibly the world changes because they exist. And I feel that, most of the time, stories either: A, ignore the implications that this person can beat up God and isn't hiding that fact, or B, makes some shallow attempts at acknowledging it, but quickly moves on from those attempts so they can fight their equally OP enemies without giving it it's due.

The point being is that introducing an OP person is something a writer should use carefully, the same way they should treat time travel, if they're not just some villain driven off by the power of love, friendship, this gun I found, and the McGuffin used to beat them.

...However, MHA is interesting to me in that it started off by doing it better than normal, with All Might. The story starts by insisting that All Might is so damn broken that Japan itself actually worked differently after he heroed for awhile, even though, as far as we can tell, he did nothing to actually try and manipulate national policy or anything like that.

He just existed, and everything changed in response.

And, while I admit I wasn't thinking that hard about it when I first read the story, the initial set up actually was in a great place to work with an OP Izuku... if almost everything after the initial setup went differently, anyways.

Let me explain.

So, early MHA, those initial chapters, just hinted at a lot of depth to it. Philosophical, legal, societal; part of the reason I, and probably others, fell in love so fast is that it was approaching the usual super hero thing from a new direction, and seeming to acknowledge the flaws in such a system the ways other stories generally don't.

Back then, it was the difference between being a Hero, the job description, and being a hero, someone who saved people, and how wildly disconnected those two terms were. The disparity between the weak and the strong, Quirklessness as something five seconds from being called a disability, a heroic system that had been slowly festering in on itself, for years and years and years, until we get people like Mt Lady, who caused god knows how much property damage just to kill steal a villain away from Kaminio Woods, who had the situation under control.

Into this toxic mess of a situation walks Izuku Midoriya: kind, smart, beaten down on for all his life for being weak, yet determined to stand up for what is right anyways, blinded by childish naivety and propaganda to how fucked up the world of heroes truly is.

And the man who changed Japan with his mere existence gave him his power, the power to stand above everyone else, to do anything he wants, because once he masters One For All, the only one able to stop Izuku? Would be himself.

And here's where it would have to change: Izuku's conflict, for most of the story, is simply about fighting; not about right or wrong, not should he do this, but can he do this? There is something he wants to earn, or a person he needs to beat, and so he tries to do it. Sometimes he does it by being smarter, more often he does it by being stronger, and sometimes, and too often for my tastes, or at least at the wrong times, he just can't.

Hori gives up on all the things that made MHA so interesting, only giving them empty lip service from that point on, so he can just do the usual shonen plot.

But imagine if he didn't. Imagine Izuku's conflicts being about idealism. He's strong, unbelievably strong, the second coming of All Might, acknowledged as such by the man himself, who may even admit that he is retiring. In a fight, Izuku wins, plain and simple; hell, he may have to worry about keeping his opponents alive rather than if he can beat them or not.

But that's not where the problems come from, beating X person in a straight up fight. The problems come from the system itself: a machine made to chew up idealistic kids and spit out cynical, money hungry heroes. An entire department in UA devoted to selling an image to the public, ruthlessly trying to take advantage of the new students while they're too new to realize what's happening. A bigoted, self-important teacher who hates him just for what he is, and is determined to ruin his career because he can. A government agency determined to control heroes and direct them to their own aims, who take an interest in this budding super star, and their pawn, merciless yet conflicted, who will kill to see their will done. A media system determined to get headlines, no matter the cost or who it may harm. A Number Two Hero ascendant, cruel and calculating, who uses his own offspring as pawns and views Izuku as a threat to his rise. Villains who, knowing they can't take him in a fair fight, try to beat Izuku in other ways, more complicated and sinister than a simple fight. Festering in his mind like a dark secret, Izuku's entire life as a Quirkless child, despised by the world for being Deku, for being useless, an old pain and shame that still defines him and shapes him, even if he's not longer Quirkless.

And with all this arrayed against him and his dreams, all Izuku has to guide him onto the proper path is his mentor, wise yet cynical and broken in his own ways, and his own innate spirit of heroism. And the choices he makes? Effects millions.

Leaning into what they said they were about, the League of Villains would not be a bunch of crazed murderers, but what Hori wants us to think of them: people beaten down by society until they felt they had no other choice but to fight back. Toga who isn't a deluded serial killer, Spinner and Compress with more development, and yes, the Dabi Benchmark of Insanity(TM) to keep them all sympathetic, because their purpose here isn't just as villains who have to be beaten... their purpose here is also about how heroes react to them.

To a LoV who is milder in what they do, so they still get heroic ire, still get labeled as, 'villains'... only for them not really to deserve that label, the hatred they get from the public, and the force used against them.

And Izuku, who is no longer a spectator but on the front line, sees that. He sees how they're getting tarred by the brush of 'villain', the way they're getting discriminated against because of their Quirks, and the eerie similarities it has to his own treatment as a QUirkless child.

And yet, the ones doing it are heroes, the ones he looks up to, and all but worshipped for his entire life, the ones supported by everything he's seen in his entire life, by the entirety of Japan.

And that is where the conflict is, that is what the story focuses on: what is right? What is a hero? What is a villain?

...

Well, that's how I would do an OP Izuku story, anyways.

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

You've expressed the desire to keep the Brother's Keeper AU consistent with the general tone and age range of TOH. What's the motivation behind this? I'd be curious to know what (if there are any) Brother's Keeper concepts occupy your mind but will never write/draw because it's not consistent with the tone.

lmao my forbidden concepts are the same thing but with swearing 🤣

Honestly though? This is actually something I'm debating right now.

To be fair, there was never actually any particular desire to keep the TONE consistent with the show (I tend towards character drama rather than children's comedy), however keeping things reasonably PG, yes, that I was going for.

It actually stems from before Brother's Keeper. I used to draw Gravity Falls stuff, and I'm aware that when I make fan art it's often for animated content, which, when it's American, (unfortunately) tends to be aimed at kids. And kids are both interested enough in their favorite media to want to see art of it and fully capable of using google.

I didn't want to be an adult responsible for ruining a kid's favorite thing. (I also wasn't invested enough in making adult style content to try to hide my blog from search engines entirely.)

As it wound up turning out, some of my BK stuff does in fact turn up pretty quickly in google image search if you look for Wittebane related content, so I was right to be cautious.

Anyway, because of those concerns my rule since long before Brother's Keeper has been that when I publicly share fan art, it stays in the general range of appropriateness for the original media's target audience. If it's an R rated movie, then I'm fine with doing R-rated fan art. If it's rated G, then the fan art either stays G or goes behind some kind of privacy shield where it's less likely to pop up in a casual search without warning.

As far as BK goes though, more recently Tumblr has added better content warning protections (I haven't tried it out but it's nice to know it's there). And in addition, I've been spending more time considering exactly how I'm handling the ending, and have been toying with the possibility of going darker and debating where exactly the line is.

I'm sure I am and will be toeing the line regardless, lol. I'm not a big fan of gore and am not that interested in sexual content, so those aren't that likely to show up that much even if I went full Adults Only. But I DO like exploring emotional complexity, even when it gets very heavy and dark, which are things American kids media is allergic to. Where is the line when it come to "dark themes"? How heavy can your story be before it becomes inappropriate for kids, even if there's no risque content and all the violence is bloodless? How hard can I go with the violence before it becomes TOO violent, even when completely absent of blood and gore?

Originally I planned to wait and see how the show ended and then build around that. Presumably that would have automatically resulted in a child friendly end. However, unfortunately, I... don't really like the finale and don't find it satisfying for Brother's Keeper's storyline. Which means I have to invent something completely different myself.

I'm in the process of inventing that something, but lately I've begun to think that what I have in mind will have fight scenes and may also work best if I include some real world modern close-mindedness (for the purpose of paralleling Belos' old timey anti-witch nastiness.) There are PG ways of doing that, but if I go down that darker route I do find myself reconsidering whether it might be better to just lean into it and up the rating a bit.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

The worst hc of general bk would be the belief that he's the only one with a brain in class A (almost as if they made him the mother of the class, which is very common in fandoms that make certain people the father or mother of a particular place) and that he's a misunderstood person who was abused by his teachers and parents and never got what he really wanted.

Then I would add about bkdk as a ship, because yes, I have read bkdk fics because it was so popular than before reading the manga or even watching the anime I looked around the fics, the first bk is the responsible one and midoriya can't take care of himself in the most basic, I swear that there are fics where Midoriya could very well be a newborn considering that bk he has to remember him to eat, bath, etc. Second, it would be that those who use the label of consequences don't know what consequences are because the only thing that happens is that he cries and everyone looks like the bad guy for facing his shit (everything said could well be canon)

Lol all of this. Ain’t no way you can convince me Katsuki would be a good role model, much less a good partner

[female-buckets]

Girl many celebrities/ influencers / athletes have way worse comment sections then Paige. I’m not on TikTok but don’t blame that on TikTok. It’s super easy to get banned I’m sure she’ll get her account bk

Paige stans on Tiktok are crazy and inappropriate.

Kehlani is a pop star who also happens to be connected to UConn WBB. Kehlani has many loyal stans. Paige stans pissed off Kehlani and her stans. Kehlani stans reported Paige stans' inappropriate comments. Tiktok banned Paige's account and that account is her job and the way she makes money.

It actually doesn't matter if you can find worse fanbases than Tiktok Paige stans. I really don't care. The bar is on the fucking ground. Tiktok kids are digging under the bar. Gen alpha and z need to learn what manners and boundaries are. And they need to grow the fuck up.

Even if she gets her account back, Tiktok fucks with the algorithm after banning people. Her posts won't be promoted as much after this. So yes the Tiktok kids are fucking with Paige's wallet.

If the Tiktok kids keep this up, Paige might start listening to DT's anti-social media rants. She might start embracing the hermit life. And that would be a reasonable response.

[pikahlua]

"How dare Bakugou not be included in the character page of volume 38 in which he appears in 0 chapters" I'm not the same anon but are you serious?You think we are mad only because of one painting?Sorry to tell you this Pika but Hori's been giving us, terrible content since bk vs Deku part two. Even OVA's were better. I'm glad you are still enjoying the manga but give the rest of us some credit lmao. yes,Bakugo will be back and it's going to be another comic relief or another Deku dick sucking

When the only thing that happened today is literally the volume extras preview, yeah, it does really feel like that was the impetus for the message in question.

DEKU VERSUS KACCHAN PART 2 CAME OUT IN 2016 AND AIRED ON TV IN 2018. IF YOU'VE HATED EVERYTHING SINCE THEN, HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL READING THIS MANGA? SERIOUSLY, LOVE YOURSELF AND QUIT READING IF THAT'S HOW YOU REALLY FEEL. STOP BOTHERING ME ABOUT IT AS IF YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT ME TO GIVE YOU A DIFFERENT RESPONSE.

[lgcbk]

⸻ NO SWEAT.

“321, 322, 323, 324 -”

Byeongkwan finishes up his 14th push up - ignoring the unamused glances from other trainees - as he waits for his name to be called. One by one, the trainees are brought into the practice room to showcase their newfound workshop skills. BK, spent his few moments of pre-eval prep adhering to his new personal philosophy: Never let them see you sweat, unless you want them to.

‘Baek Byeongkwan, come in.’ 

He hums a response, bowing his head slightly before hopping back up to his feet. The staff member holds the door open for him with an expectant look while he jogs in place. “Just one minute - ” He watches her eyes furrow in confusion. ‘What are you - ��

The trainee rushes past her with a whoosh, sprinting inside and right past the panel of mentors and coaches. He peers into Jinseo's magic box, waiting for each of the modeling workshop trainees to choose from for their mock ad spot, and he goes right for the bottle of Pocari Sweat. He takes the bottle and shuffles his feet back into the center of the room, fanning out his t-shirt ( careful not to accidentally rip the name tag taped across his torso ). “Ah, I was just a little thirsty, hope it’s okay that I take this?”

The panel exchange glances with each other as one of the coaches signals for him to introduce himself. “Yes - I’m Baek Byeongkwan. Fourth-year trainee, rap focus. But today, I will be showcasing my model ski -” his voice cracks a bit and he clears his throat behind a closed fist. “Excuse me -”

He twists the cap off the water bottle and turns to the side, shoulders back and head at a slight angle, to take a long sip. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction, eyes drawn to the illustration on the bottle. “Refreshing. Oh - Ion water?” He nods, flashing the label in their direction. “Oh, wow how many electrolytes?! You know... this is just the hydration I need after a long workout - and before an important evaluation.” He gives a coy grin and polishes off another quarter of the bottle with a huge gulp. He takes a step towards the coach's table, flipping it with a flick of his wrist ( and a silent prayer that it lands perfectly ). 

Yes! Those hours of bottle flipping practice paid off, and it lands squarely in front of one of the coaches with its label in full view.  “Pocari Sweat,” he says, with a bit of a rhythm to his lilt, giving the ad jingle his own spin with a few beatbox sound effects. And cut! Feeling quite proud of himself, he starts to wander towards the door.

‘Byeongkwan-ssi -’

“Oh! Do I have to showcase my walk too, or - ? I could do a quick loop around the room, show off my good sides - ” Good sides, plural.

A coach promptly interrupts, ‘Actually - The item you choose should be at random...’

He raises a hand to prod at the back of his neck with a slight shrug. “Ah, really? I, uh, guess I just have really good luck to get the one I prepped for, huh?" Despite the obvious skepticism, there’s a round of light chuckles and a few shaking heads as the coaches take a moment to jot down notes on their evaluation sheets. ‘Why don’t you try it again,’ they instruct, gesturing to the box once more.

Byeongkwan heaves a deep sigh, dragging his feet back over to the box, this time covering his eyes as he feels around for another random object.

"Alright, so now I'll be doing a.... chicken commercial?"

Figures.

[alexbkrieger13]

Good read probably behind a paywall later-ish

https://www.dn.se/sport/sa-byggde-gerhardsson-sin-hyllade-ledarstil-man-maste-fa-tillatas-att-tanka-pa-sig-sjalv/

This is how Gerhardsson built his celebrated leadership style: "You must be allowed to think about yourself"

Several national teams have been torn apart by internal contradictions.

In the Swedish World Cup squad, cohesion is celebrated like never before.

Here, players can be themselves, say several stars.

Union captain Peter Gerhardsson explains his leadership philosophy:

- Many people talk about the team before the self, but for me it's just the opposite. You must be allowed to think for yourself to create a good group

Spanish footballers have rebelled against their national team captain and boycotted national team games. In France, the contradictions between the former leadership and the big stars were so great that the national team captain had to be replaced. And in Norway, one of the World Cup squad's biggest players has completely cut off the national team leadership, indirectly put himself above his teammates - and was forced to apologize.

Yes, it has stormed around several national teams before and during the WC.

In Sweden?

- The team cohesion that we have right now, not many teams have, says midfielder Elin Rubensson.

- This is what I think is one of our greatest strengths, that we work a lot on personal relationships, adds colleague Kosovare Asllani.

- That people dare to relax and be themselves.

If Asllani is to be believed, it hasn't always been that way. The Milan star told this in a long interview with DN before the World Cup:

- In previous years, before Peter took over (2017) I would say, I felt that everyone would fit into a square, no one was allowed to stand out, but you looked for more mistakes and tried to set a standard how you "should" behave. But since Peter took over, it doesn't matter how you are.

The Peter she is talking about is the union captain Gerhardsson.

- He has an openness, explains national team captain Caroline Seger.

- We are very open with each other. Then there won't be these little moments of irrationality that maybe other teams experience.

When Gerhardsson himself has to explain how he worked with group dynamics, he refers, as often when he has to put the words out about something, to the time when he was club coach for BK Häcken's men.

- There were many who were young, many were older, many players were from other nations. That dynamic was fantastic to work with, says the union captain to DN.

When he took over responsibility for the women's national team, he wanted to create a similar climate.

- Many people talk about the team for the sake of the self, but for me it's just the opposite. Self before the team.

- You must be allowed to think about yourself and be allowed to think about yourself in order to create a good team, a good group. That doesn't mean you should be stupid, you should also have respect. But in order to end up respecting someone, you have to have a slightly broader view of how people work - background, where you come from and so on.

He exemplifies:

- In a way, I am perhaps dependent on my upbringing, where I come from. But no one can be exactly like me. Then I'm stupid if I believe that.

The national team must work as a group and strive towards the same goal, say both Gerhardsson and several players. But especially during championships – week in and week out together – there must be room for individual adaptation. Not least when it comes to training and recovery.

When Sweden takes on the USA in the World Cup round of 16 in Melbourne on Sunday, it will be after several weeks together in Oceania - but it is not written in stone that everyone had the same schedule.

- We set up training based on some kind of median. Then someone may need to train more and someone may need to train less. We cannot set up collective training sessions for everything, says Gerhardsson.

Even outside the pitch, the individual must have a place, he continues.

- Our entire group, both leaders and players, is based on an individual freedom to say what one thinks and thinks. Then of course there are frames in it.

- But just like in Häcken, I wanted players who stand for their opinions, who are not anonymous. One way is to create a trust in people and talk to people. You can have different opinions, but you respect each other.

His celebrated group dynamics are not just about the atmosphere among the players either.

Several Swedish WC names mention how the management team is close to the playing squad, in a way that - perhaps - stands out.

- If there is something, we have promised each other that we will take it immediately, and then move on. Then it's easier, says Seger.

After the EC last year was such a period.

DN has previously told about how injuries, covid infection and shaky results affected the mood in the group.

- I want to believe that everyone is always very happy, but you have to keep in mind that there can always be a player who is disappointed, who was substituted, substituted late or not substituted at all, says assistant national team captain Magnus Wikman during this year's WC.

- Then it is important to communicate, take it early and have regular contact - not have a development meeting once a year.

A key person in this context is, in addition to Gerhardsson, the football psychological advisor Rasmus Liljeblad, who the national team captain brought with him from Häcken, say several players.

The role was new in the national team in 2017, and deals with group and individual calls, Liljeblad has previously explained his mission to DN.

But he is often also the spider in the web in well-being activities and team building. During the WC, for example, the entire Swedish squad competed in a well-known tournament in a so-called cornhole (which involves throwing bags on a board with a hole in it).

- I think every single player and manager was involved in the final. We had physical therapists who were cheerleaders and someone else was a DJ, it was a cool experience. That is what will take us far, says Elin Rubensson.

It might sound silly , but just such things create harmony in a group, says striker Olivia Schough.

- I've been in teams where there hasn't been harmony in the group and then there hasn't been good football either. You want to have fun at work, that is very important.

[juantheashura]

If BK and BQ were together for so long how gone a heir wasn't conceived? If they did have heir by then would it impact the story anyway majorly?

It's an actual mystery for historians in-universe why the Hero-Monarchs didn't have kids, yes. The facts all seem to line up to them having a ton- they loved each other, they were both young enough for it (having taken over Crete as literal early 20 yos), and they ought to have had the incentive, being the founders of a new dynasty.

The most common (and sexist on some level, as historiography was for quite a long time) hypothesis is that the Queen was infertile, and couldn't bear children.

I'll keep the real reason for it hidden under my sleeve for now, but I'll just say this: The Queen is quite terrified of being responsible for other people.