#at least Boba didn't fake it

[motorghost]

Wow, Boba Fett and Sherlock Holmes, both assumed dead at 37 only to be found alive years later.

Saw one of those posts where someone was like “Boba Fett was only 37 in Return of the Jedi?? He shoulda been at the clubbb” and like. I cannot stress enough how much he was at the club. He was chilling in the corner but he was AT the club. Max Rebo was there and everything

[zhongwans]

Some extra context on QV's new expose

Back in May 2021 right after the WOH concert, a fan claimed that she saw ZZH in Shanghai buying boba. In the photos, "ZZH" was wearing the same clothes he was wearing during the concert afterparty.

P1: the "ZZH" spotted in Shanghai

P2: the actual ZZH a few days before

At the time people thought it was weird because why would ZZH still be wearing the exact same outfit days after he wore them? It felt very unnatural and forced, like this "ZZH" was trying very hard to make sure people knew it was him. Plus, this was right after the WOH concert when he was at the height of his popularity and couldn't even go out to play golf without people surrounding him and following him. So what was he doing traipsing around in Shanghai in the middle of the day, in an outfit that any fan would recognize, and looking like he was being completely ignored? When at that time even the less popular WOH cast members couldn't walk around freely without being approached by fans.

A lot of the analysis about this incident was wiped when the fandom went underground after 813, but it was generally agreed on that "Shanghai ZZH" was a fake. But the one thing people couldn't decide was how this fake ZZH knew exactly what clothes ZZH was going to wear during after the concert so he could prepare the exact same outfit beforehand. If QV's info is accurate that ZZH's studio and staff were involved in creating this fake ZZH, then I guess we might finally have an answer to this old mystery.

One of the main theories at the time was that the people behind the fake hurriedly ordered the same clothes during the afterparty so the fake could wear them later. But the problem was that at least one of those clothes (notably the Lanvin sweatshirt) was still not being sold. So people theorized that it was a dupe (from maybe a taobao shop or whatever) and there were plenty of analysis comparing the lobster print on ZZH's sweatshirt versus the fake's, to try and spot any differences in quality.

The possible involvement of ZZH's studio suggests a much more realistic possibility: that when he took off the sponsored clothes and gave them to his staff for them to handle, they had the fake ZZH wear it and walk around in Shanghai for the staged "sighting" before returning them to the brands.

The "fan" QV is referring to in her expose is the fan who claimed she saw him in Shanghai and provided the pics. Apparently she was contacted by his studio staff and given the photos of "Shanghai ZZH" and was paid to post those and pretend she saw him there herself. I don't know how much of this is true (guess we'll have to wait) but if it is true then it answers a lot of questions we all had about that staged Shanghai sighting incident. Both ZZH and GJ were subjected to a lot of hate throughout the airing of WOH, but this fake ZZH in Shanghai was the first real sign that something was very wrong behind the scenes, and that certain parties were putting in a lot of effort and money into manipulating the fandom. At the time I didn't think it was that serious, but I guess people were right to be worried because look where we are now.

As for the purpose of the fake sighting, the main theory back then that this was meant to set up a future smear.

[sailor-strawberry-moon]

Hello!

I'm so glad you could find me here on Tumblr!

INTRODUCTIONS

Name: Kitsune Aliases: Kit, Kitsu, KitKat, Aimer, Sailor Birthday: 9/25/09 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Personality Type: INFP-T Region: United States of America (Type EUROPEAN, Half-Irish) Languages: English (Native), Spanish, Japanese, Latin, French, Korean, and a little bit of German and Russian Other Social Media (Crossed out text means: not as active on the social media): Character.ai, Wattpad, Online Sequencer, Music Box Maniacs, YouTube Boba Fett Fanclub

INTERESTS (Biggest interests/hyperfixations are in bold)

The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants Friday Night Funkin' (Especially Mid-Fight Masses) Countryhumans/Countryballs Gumby VeggieTales (Especially LarryBoy) Sailor Moon My Little Pony (MLP) SEGA (yes, all of it) Star Wars Anything starring Bruce Lee (especially Fist of Fury, from 1972) The Terrible Two (a book by Mac Barnett and Jory John) Minecraft Dumb Ways to Die Unikitty Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss AVGN (Angry Video Game Nerd) Vocal Synths (Vocaloid, Utau, SynthV, etc.) Spy vs. Spy Dog Man Futurama Kelton (a series by a user named "inkspecco") Interland (a game made by Google) FNAF: Security Breach Mystery Science Theatre 3000 (MST3K) Bibleman "Maus: A Survivor's Tale" by Art Spiegelman The Owl House Teen Titans (2003) Thomas & Friends

DNI (DO NOT INTERACT) IF YOU...

Basic dni (racist, sexist, ableist, MAP/lolicon/shotacon/pedophile/child fiddler, zoophile, lgbtphobe, nsfw accounts, all that jazz) Proshipper (this includes, but is not limited to, minor-adult shipping, incest, and/or sexualization of minors regardless of if they're fictional or not) Support the Westboro Baptist Church, PragerU, Autism Speaks and/or PETA Neo-Nazi/Anti-Semitic Use disorders/disabilities/mental conditions as an aesthetic MCYT/DreamSMP stan (the kind that made up fake sexualities and races based on Dream and/or ship DreamNotFound) Call the UN and/or other do-gooder organizations "the antichrist" and harass supporters of said organizations for it only slander me for my toxic past (mostly dumb shit i did when i was too young to be using the internet) Use the "fatherless" term as a way to describe people who are cringe Wish to spread negativity about my interests (especially TETOCU and VeggieTales)

THINGS I'M IFFY ON

K-Pop stans Go!Animators/Vyonders People who used to be friends with people i don't like but got away from said people People who were my friend for a while but left because i didn't make them comfortable anymore People who use "Jesus" as a slang word (I am, or at least am considered, half-Christian-half-Buddhist for context, and I was always told to not use Jesus's name as a slang word) People who preach religion too much to the point that it sounds like they're forcing the religion on others

OTHER STUFF

If I tell you my past at any point in time, it means I have a certain amount of trust in you

If you're gonna be my friend then please tell me what it is that makes me uncomfortable to be around before asking me if we should end the friendship

sometimes i dont know the best way to respond to things and sometimes when you talk to me i'll need you to include a tone tag since i cant immediately figure out your tone

I don't take art requests because one, I want to feel independent, and two, I don't want to accidentally butcher anyone's ideas in my own artstyle

I use curse words and I'm used to hearing curse words, so if you berate me for using curse words yet don't berate others for the same reason, consider yourself blocked

I'm a very curious girl so expect to see me reblog things that interest me

Before you send me an ask, I would like you to read this post about why I don't allow anonymous asks ===========================

Have fun on my profile and remember, A smile makes every day worthwhile!

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary143

2/4-5/2024

sunday - monday

monday is the last day off, so i feel like i need to make tomorrow count, or something. i can record tomorrow, actually, pretty exciting, idk if i will, though.

the internet being bad makes a lot of stuff hard, despite that, i've found a way to waste a lot of today, or not waste it, it was nice. i went out with my gf, just the two of us, we walked to get food, the food was good, this japanese restaurant, we just got these sandwiches/burgers (not w/ beef though , she got a shrimp burger thing, i got chicken), they were good, kind of insanely huge and we didn't have to east anything else today really. we also got milk tea. i never really like boba in mine, and my gf likes it but today didn't get any, cuz it'd upset her stomach too much. it was also nice and cloudy out today, we got some stuff from target.

i've just been kind of enjoying decompressing from all the physical stress today, of the past little bit. the moving and the job, very very hard on me, basically. but i didn't do nothing today, the walk wasn't bad but i did decide i had to scrub the floors, some, or at least a good chunk. it seems like maybe i just can't get this place clean for real. using an abrasive sponge, working in pretty small zones and soaking up what i scrub out and putting it in water immediately, nothing is working, heavy duty cleaner, nothing. it's getting better but it won't go away completely, these fake wood panels are way too porous and i think the laminate is fucked or something. i don't know what to do really, just keep trying, but it's probably basically futile.

i also kind of got some of my favorite socks dirty because i just thought, i'll try and start in the bathroom, but then i decided i needed to get more of the apartment, it was absentminded i was just focusing on cleaning, and they're dirty, these really long and nice american apparel socks my gf gave me, they were hers, she says they'll be fine when we get bleach on them and stuff, plus if that doesn't work, she says she will try and get her mom to get them drycleaned i guess. i tried to wash them. i'm pretty sad about this but it probably will be okay. even if the bleach doesn't work there's other stuff we can try, is i guess the point.

i just went and scrubbed them a little, gently, with detergent, something came out i think. i think i'm probably sort of crazy about this kind of thing but whatever, it makes me hopeful about the bleach, is what i'm thinking. anyway. the apartment. idk, it feels not sticky in the places i cleaned at least. so as long as nobody wears their shoes all over in here, we should be okay. or i guess me, since i'm the one that cares a lot, i'll be okay. i'll be okay no matter what i guess.

music to space out with. funny how this band sounds like some people trying to do xiu xiu a bit.

re: music rn, the problem song sounds really really really close, i need the right channel to be thicker sounding, but the tone is right, just needs more body for presence, left channel has something a little plastic in it, maybe the solution is lower the left channel by 1-2 db, and then raise the group they're both in by 1 db so they can both be equal + louder together, rather than graphically eqing? idk. putting these notes down for later, maybe, tomorrow i might just decide to work on the rest of the songs so this phase can be over with, and then i pick out the 'still a problem' songs, and get to work on them.

just did some listening to some tracks on the album, it's so weird how they sound when listened at low volumes, which makes me think i need to correct something but idk, it's also like, i use 2 different programs to listen back to music sometimes. vlc is weirdly quiet and ugly sounding, and mpv seems super clear and accurate. it's interesting, i did testing by uploading the current issue song to soundcloud privately and then testing if the upload sounds more like mpv or vlc, it sounds more like mpv, but it also gains a touch of clarity there or something. it has to do w/ the compression i suppose, that the site adds to music.

the same desire still stands, add more body to the right (make some shelving towards the end in the lows less aggressive? maybe just move it down out of the low mid range), and maybe cut around 1k in the left channel? and then i will drop it by 1-2db, raise the group by 1, that should be good on the guitars, snares need a tiny bit of punch, what do i do there, maybe just up the level? i'll try that tomorrow.

listening to holy molar at super low volume, they have a similar issue w/ how my stuff sounds at low volume, that record went to printing, so that's okay i suppose, it's not an issue, it's literally just got headroom, i think. i think the issue is, if anything, that my guitars don't really have headroom, but it's impossible for them to as far as i can tell, because of their nature as weird digital synths going thru weird digital distortion.

i listened to a diff recording but it's a good song, the version on the 03 ep that's compiled onto this record.

anyway i am sooo sleepy, but i am looking forward to working on music tomorrow. tobeehonesttttttttt. i need to have my head together for that,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nazhrim]

Sweating like a pig at Lövmarknaden this year, criss-crossing to find a place that sold genuine Gränna candy canes because mom didn't want knock-offs. For a bitch with two fake hips the woman can fucking power walk like no other 😫

Nearly got run over by mothers with strollers several times and had to dodge a child gesturing wildly with a wet lollipop twice, but at least they had an actual boba tea stand this year.

Also coincidentally I think we should be allowed to shoot tourists on sight.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

le gasp, I forgot about fictober! much excite. since I am a tender soul I would like to request demon au Boba Fett x reader with the prompt "don't yell at me", please?

This was a bad idea. Any idea that began and ended with demon summoning was the definition of a bad idea, but you had run out of options.

You didn't have the power to face what was coming. Your allies were to the wind and your enemies growing every day. You had never seen an angel, let alone heard of one answering a witches' prayers. Demons, however, were a dime a dozen. You just hoped you had found the right one.

You placed the last candle in the pentagram, opening the book to just the right page.

"Boba Fett," you called. "I've got a job for you."

It came slowly and then, all at once. The lights flickered over head. The room shook. A sudden gust of hot air and then in a blink some one was standing in the center of the circle.

"And what job would that be, little witch?"

It took a moment for you to fully define him in your mind's eye, like his entire being was slightly out of focus. Large, armored, and a darkened face covered in scars. The lines of his body sharpened and you were left with what could have passed for an ordinary man, if it were for his black eyes and predatory smile.

You buried the ancient instinct to run. He was in the seal. He couldn't get out. You were in charge.

"I need you to kill someone."

"There are human assassins for that kind of work," he dismissed, easily. "Why summon me?"

"Do you know how much a human assassin costs?"

"Do you know how much I cost?" He took a step forward. Despite knowing better, you step back in tandem. One step was all he took, but it was enough to make his point.

"Don't make me ask again."

You let out a breath, hoping he didn't notice you shaking. No point in being dishonest. By reputation at least, demon were famous for being able to spot a liar.

"I need you to help me kill Jabba the Hutt," you said.

You at least had the satisfaction of seeing him blink.

"I can't do it on my own," you continued, "and anything short of an angel will be slaughtered before we can even to close to him."

Fett smirked. "Don't tell me you're grouping me in with the angels."

"I'm not, that's rather the point," you countered, dryly. "Can you do it?"

"That all depends on you. Are you willing to pay the price?"

"What do you want?"

He shrugged. "Your name."

Your eyes widened and your stomach dropped.

Names were integral to a number of magical creature's control. There was a reason you always gave fake names in coffee shops. Any fae could get a job as a barista and suddenly have a hundred names lined up in a buffet. If Fett knew your name, there was no telling what he could do. Sell it to the highest bidder? Blackmail? Maybe some demon binding spell you weren't aware of.

"No! How can you even ask--?!"

"Don't yell at me, little witch," Fett said, coolly. "You summoned me to do a job and I'll do it. Unlike some feathery bastards, once the deal is struck a demon does not go back on their word. Now the question remains, will you try to go back on yours."

Your lips pressed into a line.

You can't get something for nothing, that was the first thing your learned when you decided to study magic. No matter how small the spell, something had to be sacrificed. You would not risk meddling the fabric of the universe, not for this. It was too important.

You stood a little straighter making sure to look the demon straight in the eye.

"Which name do you require?"

He considered you a moment, his head tilting curiously to the side.

"The first one you remember being called."

Your jaw clenched. You had told him to name his price and considering what you were asking him to do, it was perfectly reasonable.

He must have seen the resolve on your face as he lifted his hand for you to take.

"You don't have to say it out in the open," he said. "All I need is a whisper."

There was a good chance you'd regret this. There was also a good chance you could save everyone. It was a calculated risk. You just hoped you did the math right.

Taking a step forward, you reached your hand across the seal. Fett took it in his grip. You were surprised by the rough nature of his fingers and just how oddly, human, they felt in yours.

He titled his head, leaning down his ear closer to our lips.

With one final swallow, you did as instructed.

Air swirled around you. The lines of the seal broke away. Fire burned in your hands, but you did not let go. The deal was struck.

"A lovely name, little witch," Fett said. "Rest assured, it will be put to good use."

You held back a shutter as full reality of what you had given up washed over you in an icy wave.

What the hell had you done?

[willowcrowned]

For the prompt game, BobaxLuke and the fake dating prompt? 🙂

7. Fake Relationship AU

[Prompt List]

It starts for the stupidest reason imaginable: free food.

The two of them aren't friends. They're barely friendly. They wouldn't even run in the same circles if Luke didn't pick up friends wherever he goes, which means that he obviously had to latch onto the only people Boba can stand with the sort of zeal of a desperate door to door salesman. But Luke does run in his circle, unfortunately, so Boba has to see the asshole at least once a week, meaning he also has to make the effort to be civil if he doesn’t want another outbreak of the Incident of ‘19.

Civil, however, does not mean Boba has ever, ever wanted to eat dinner with Luke alone. It’s not something he hides. It is, in fact, something he actively advertises, because he’d much rather people think he’s kind of a dick than have to spend more than thirty seconds alone with someone as blond and chirpy and downright annoying as Luke. So the fact that he is at dinner with Luke, alone, is clearly the result of deliberate scheming, as is the fact that he can’t walk out because Luke has stolen his wallet.

"I can't believe this," Boba mutters, glaring at the candles, and the person playing the piano, and the ridiculously expensive wine list that he most certainly did not want.

"It's a bit weird," Luke agrees, as if he’s not the one who stole Boba’s wallet and is keeping it out of reach.

"So help me god,” Boba grinds out, and Luke meets his eyes, unflinching.

That’s really one of the things Boba hates most about him. Despite the fact that Luke is smaller than Boba, weaker than Boba, despite the fact that he knows Boba could very easily kick his teeth in— he isn't scared. And Boba has to respect that, which just makes him hate Luke more.

Luke sighs. "They offered me a hundred bucks if you showed up and I kept you here. I think it's, like, exposure therapy for you, or something.

Boba glowers. "You do realize your dinner alone is going to cost more than that."

"Well I do now," Luke huffs.

There is a very long, very tense stalemate.

"You know," Luke says, with one of Boba's least favorite expressions on his face— the one that means he has an idea. "There's a decent chance we can get someone else to pay for us."

"No," Boba says flatly.

Luke frowns, rummaging through one of his pockets. "I swear I had one somewhere. Keys, wallet, vanilla chapstick, strawberry chapstick, knife, lipgloss— Oh, hey, I wondered where that business card went." He grins, and pulls out what he was looking for. "Ah hah!"

"No," Boba says, going cold. "Absolutely not."

Luke rolls his eyes. "It's for one night. Now pretend to be surprised."

"I'm surprised you came up with an idea this terrible."

Luke ignores him, watching for a lull in the conversations around him, and Boba starts to wonder if his wallet is really worth what he’s about to go through.

Then, almost in slow motion, like something out of a horror movie, Luke slips out of his chair, stands up fully to make people look over, and goes down on one knee.

"I know," Luke says, gentle, but loud enough that everyone within a ten foot radius can hear them, "that this isn't where either of us were expecting to be. I know we didn't plan for this, that we didn't even know how, but—

The pause lets Luke stare dramatically at him, and Boba has to appreciate how good the timing is, drawing attention to Luke's staging.

It's a striking effect, really— the low lights bouncing off Luke's hair, turning it to liquid gold. His eyes are shadowed, dark and warm, and Boba knows Luke is attractive. He has eyes. But this is— this is something straight out of a fairytale.

Which, Boba realizes, feeling a little sick, is exactly the idea. He has to give it to Luke— the man even had Boba convinced for a second.

"But," Luke continues, "I don't want to let that stop me. I can't let that stop us." He pauses again, taking a deep breath, and Boba is, once again, very impressed with the quality of Luke's acting, however nauseous it makes him. "Boba, will you marry me?"

Boba takes the ring, vowing revenge on Luke as he slides it on.

"Yes," he says, and hopes the stiffness will be interpreted as nerves and not him restraining himself from trying to strangle Luke.

There's clapping from around them, first muted, and then a little louder, and as Luke stands up, Boba suddenly becomes very aware of what comes next.

"We don't have to," Luke whispers as he steps in close.

Boba glares at him. He'd have loved to hear that before Luke decided to fake propose, but it’s a little late now for backing out. "No. Let's finish this."

Boba cups Luke’s face in one hand, applying more pressure than is strictly necessary, and guides Luke’s mouth towards his own. It’s stiff for a moment, nothing more than a press of the lips, and then Luke melts into it, opening his mouth for Boba and bringing one hand around Boba’s neck.

Luke, Boba grudgingly admits, is a very good kisser. He doesn’t let Boba take control, exactly, because Luke is incapable of letting Boba have his way even once, but lets him take initiative, at least— lets him act instead of react. Luke follows where Boba leads, and when he makes an adjustment, shifts a touch to the right and pulls Luke a little closer, Luke follows.

It is, unfortunately, one of the best kisses Boba has had in a long while, for all that it’s in the middle of a too-fancy restaurant with an audience of people who all have stock portfolios and multiple tax consultants.

When he pulls away, Luke looks dazed, and Boba doesn’t even try to quell the rush of smug satisfaction that goes through him. Suck it, Skywalker.

Luke blinks, and snorts, like he can hear what Boba is thinking, and then releases him reluctantly, turning to look at their audience like he’s noticing them for the first time. The bashful smile that creeps onto his face is fake, but Boba can see a self-satisfied look in his eye, and not for the first time, he wonders if it will ever, ever, be worth it to hang around Luke.

When the table next to them pays for their meal and sends them some expensive champagne, Boba sighs, and admits that sometimes, it is.

[kaysayshey]

off paper || e. kirishima

This is a work inspired by a struggle that a lot of those suffering with mental illness experience, particularly those with depression and bipolar disorder; however, it can be applied to a lot of mood-altering medications that cause sexual dysfunction. While medication is a life changing and stabilizing aspect of many lives, it doesn't come without its cons. I think Kirishima would be incredibly understanding in this situation. Please keep in mind that bipolar disorder presents in many ways. There is no one-size-fits-all in mental health treatment or in its subsequent treatment. I wanted to write a bit about the side effects of SSRI medications.

Songs that I listened to while writing include:

Serendipity by BTS' Jimin

Bumper Cars by Alex and Sierra

That Kind of Love by MAX

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, NSFW (no smut, however this work contains sexual topics), mention of prescription drugs, bipolar disorder, minors DNI.

On paper, Kirishima Eijirou was perfect. An impressive sidekick working underneath Fatgum, his cheery disposition more than capable of reassuring even the most terrified of civilians. A hard-hitting, defensive quirk paired with determination unlike anything you'd ever seen. Easy-going enough to work with the difficult heroes - and by difficult, everyone meant Dynamight. Intelligent, reliable, and just the right amount of competitive.

Off paper, he was even better. Hell, the moment he'd asked you out, you'd almost done a double-take. Was he sure? Kirishima could date, well, anyone. However, you'd blurted out 'yes' before your brain had time to catch up, even more surprised at the gorgeous pink that graced the tips of his ears.

And the date went wonderfully. Were you expecting anything different? He was a magnet, and you were willing to be the refrigerator he stuck to - at least, for as long as he wanted. How he managed to remember what flavor of milk tea and boba you preferred, following it up with a quick delivery while working twelves at the agency, was beyond you. Good morning texts wishing you an easy day of your own hero work, good night texts hoping that your dreams were "sweeter than you." The moment a bouquet of roses was sent to your office, you had to admit it.

You were embarrassingly attracted to Kirishima Eijirou.

Not that he minded, no. If anything, he returned the feeling tenfold. After the first date came a string of others before finally labeling it as a relationship. Movie nights, walks through the park, chaste kisses interspersed by giggles as you both laughed at whatever came to mind. The quick meetings between your lips turned into full-on sessions that left your knees weak. Being with Kirishima was easy in a way that nothing else had been.

But let's face it. Working as a full-time hero with bipolar disorder made life, well, tough. A pharmaceutical cocktail and therapy helped, turning what was the disaster of your life into a manageable mess. Episodes were few and far between, the prickling anxiety was quelled by coping techniques and medication when necessary. The days spent in a daze of your own "self-medicating" were long gone, thank whatever higher power was out there. No, life was on the upswing for you in pretty much every aspect of the phrase.

Except for your sex life.

And no, that wasn't to say that Kirishima was doing anything wrong. To be quite honest, he was doing every just right. Kissing the places you loved most, calloused hands lingering deliciously over your skin. A voice like honey whispering in your ear, beautiful moans of how gorgeous you were, how he absolutely adored you. Saying that it left you with weak, knocking knees was an understatement. He was an emotional hurricane, sending butterflies through your stomach as he showered you with praise and carefully placed lips.

Other than a complete lack of climaxing, it was amazing.

You knew this was a possibility once you had started taking medications. A loss of libido was one thing, but being unable to finish was starting to wear on you. Before you could stop yourself, you were doing the unthinkable: faking orgasms.

After all, who wants to spend close to an hour between someone's thighs just to be met with frustrated sighs and potentially awkward conversations? No, Kirishima didn't need to spend so much time on your pleasure, not when there was a high probability that you wouldn't finish at all. As long as the moans weren't straight out of a low-budget porno overly exaggerated, you figured you'd get away with it.

Getting away with it turned out to be the least of your issues. The struggle was real. Outside of the sweetest lovemaking with Kirishima, you desperately tried every trick in the book to reach an orgasm on your own. Something. Anything. You were beginning to feel pent-up, needy. The money spent on toys was starting to reach an uncomfortably high number. Time was wasted and followed up by flopping onto the bed in frustration. No amount of lube, porn, or fantasy was helping. Once you hit the hour mark, you basically gave up.

And you were now pacing the hallways of your apartment, irrational tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Why did it matter? Orgasming was not the end all, be all of life. But the memory of before the medications, the euphoric bliss that would force your back from the mattress, that memory reared its head more often than you cared to admit. God damn it, you just wanted to feel the shudders, the rush of pleasure surging through your body, insatiable heat quenched. And you wanted to stop lying to him. The tears rimming your lash line made their arrival known, long tracks staining your cheeks.

This is, of course, when Kirishima decides to knock on your door. After all, you had planned to have a comfortable night in, a delightful line up of rom-coms at your disposal. Movies that you now wanted to throw out the nearest window. Why, why did you have to try again? He deserved so much more than a broken partner, a partner who would never be able to match him. Someone who could crash at the slightest struggle, who broke when their insecurities were brought to life.

Another set of knocks. Time to face the music.

As you gently opened the door, the drop in Kirishima's face was visible as he took in your state. Where a bright grin had been settled now featured lips drawn into a tight, worried line. After all, you did everything in your power to keep him in the dark in regards to your mental illness. Not necessarily your smartest move, in retrospect. Hindsight, you know?

The moment the door clicked behind him, Kirishima was gathering you in his arms, a large hand gently stroking the back of your head. A kiss to your temple, his forehead pressing against your hairline. Deep breaths weren't helping you at this point. Because regardless of how frustrated you were, Kirishima was safety, the warmth of his embrace a haven for you to let out the sobs that were wracking through your body.

And as the tears fell, darkening his gray tee shirt, Kirishima ran his hands up and down your back, the comforting heat of his body providing temporary relief. After moments of crying, you pressed your head against his chest, eyes glued to the linoleum floor beneath you.

A thick finger and thumb tenderly met your chin, slowly lifting your face to meet his eyes. Those usually warm red irises were dark with worry, the pad of his thumb running circles over and over against your skin. Another reminder of just how good he was. No man had ever made you feel as desired or important as Kirishima.

"Baby, what happened?" he murmured, still caressing your face so gingerly that it brought the threat of more tears.

"It's nothing, nothing important," came your quick response, avoiding any lingering eye contact. It wasn't that important. Sexual gratification came second to emotional connection, and you had that firmly in your grasp with Eijirou. Why would you risk losing someone like that?

His eyebrow narrowed at your words, and he kept your face cradled in his hands. "Please tell me, baby. I want to help."

God, that expression of pure concern. Like you were everything to him, like your hurt was his hurt. It was in that moment you knew: you couldn't keep lying to him. Whether it meant he'd leave for someone else, someone perfectly, indescribably normal; that didn't matter. If anyone deserved a picture-perfect romance, it was Kirishima.

Eijirou, I-" Your voice broke from the nerves, unable to hold his unflinching gaze. How could someone be so earnest? He nodded, those same reassuring circles urging you to speak.

"I think you deserve someone better."

He looked like you'd honest to goodness slapped him. So many emotions flashed over his usually cheerful face that it scared you. Oh, god, this wasn't what you wanted to do, but how could you not? No one wanted someone like you. Once he knew, he'd leave. Better to push him away first and just let it end now before-

"What are you talking about? Baby. I don't want anyone else. I want you." His words came out stammered, tripping over his tongue and falling into the otherwise quiet apartment. Kirishima shook his head slowly, searching your face for some form of reassurance that this wasn't what you wanted. That you didn't want him.

"I don't know why. I just, I'm too much. You'll end up getting frustrated with me and I just, I just can't take that kind of heartbreak."

"Too much? You're never too much, what are you talking about?"

The words fell before you could stop them, faster than should be discernible to the human ear. But if there was anything Eijirou was, it was attentive.

"My medicine is driving me crazy, and I know without it I'll go over the edge again. But I want to feel normal, Eiji. I can't handle feeling like I'm not normal." And it was true. Sex was so innately human, and knowing that there was a chance that you'd never be able to gain that ultimate satisfaction was driving you mad. Was this just an overreaction from a brain exhausted from constantly fighting itself, or was this a logical, albeit emotionally charged, reaction?

"Your medicine?"

There it was. What you wanted to avoid mentioning. Sure, it wasn't fair to keep it from him. But let's be honest, you'd been expecting this to end after the first few months. And now? Now you were shaking in his arms, knowing this confession would be the end of the dreamy love you'd been experiencing.

"My medicine for uh... for my, um. I have bipolar disorder. It's why I can't work on Thursdays, too. I have to go to therapy. I know I should've told you from the beginning but I just, you know, I really, really like you, and I don't-"

One finger met your lips followed by soothing shushes from his own. As if the world's weight had been lifted from his capable shoulders, Kirishima let out a heaving sigh of relief. The arm around your waist pulled you closer, his large hand splaying comfortably against your back.

"I'm not going anywhere. I just want you to be okay. What can I do for you?"

And that left you tearfully admitting it all. Longing for the physicality that would bring you closer together, the bliss of coming undone at your partner's hands. Disgust when you listened to your friends' bragging of delicious, gratifying one-night stands. Aching heat desperate to be relieved by your man only to be left at the edge, the warmth still tingling through your body. How you felt caught halfway between "normal" and "crazy" even with the drugs. And Kirishima nodded, hanging on every word.

"I'm glad you told me," he began, slowly trailing his fingertips up and down your back. "If I had known, I would've worked ten times harder. Will you let me make you feel good, honey? Please?"

How did those few sentences send you into another fit of tears? Clutching the lightweight fabric of his shirt and apologizing for the damp stains, you nuzzled against his chest in embarrassment. But he continued his motions, adept fingers working at your tense muscles.

That night, he gave you everything you wanted and more, eager to please you in a way he never had. Eyes focused, sweet nothings spilling from his lips, tender hands and featherlight kisses. Teasing and romance and dedication over hours, something you'd never experienced before.

On paper, Kirishima was perfect. Off paper, he was even more. And he fulfilled his promise to you, "I love you" slipping from his lips when you finally reached your euphoria.

"I love you too, Eijirou."

"I'll always love you more."

[ultraclops]

Semi-Live Blogging: Finale Time!

With reaction images this time!

Adoradad

TRAINING EXERCIIISE

Adorabat's practicing her screaming! Bet that's gonna come in handy later.

"Fneh!" Wow what an introduction Eugene

His design is like? Really cool?? He looks practically nothing like Adorabat tho. And why does he have a spade on his stomach instead of a heart??

Badgerclops drew him with a giant ass mustache lol.

Adorabat takes banjo lessons? More importantly, Eugene thought she was at a banjo lesson FOR 8 MONTHS?!

"She scares me" lol

Adorabat ran away from home? Why?

"I thought you were a ward of the state!" Remember when everyone thought Adorabat was an orphan? Yea.

"I thought you were my conscience!" Badgerclops...you've lived with Adorabat for a year...went to her school...AND YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS A PIECE OF YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS?!

...why did Badgerclops use Adorabat as monster bait...

I expected to hate Eugene but he's actually really cute and interesting?? Aside from the fact he thinks Mao Mao & Badgerclops are criminals. Love to see him again sometime!

Wow her dad has a whole badass mansion!! Why doesn't she just stay there...

Oh...her mom died...that's why he's so protective of her and was so upset when she left. Also her mom looks amazing & I wanna see a flashback episode with her. For some reason I can imagine her sounding like a deeper version of Scoops?

Aww Adorabat's room is super cool! Also Eugene cracking the door for her asfgjkl

"Do you think that monsters attacking the city are gonna - wait, does that have peanut butter in it? " (Cuts to MM & BC eating ice cream while crying) That's a perfectly rational reaction to losing your adoptive daughter

"I can keep it together!" (Cut to Mao Mao trying and failing to shovel ice cream in his mouth with his helmet on) NSADGEDHAMADH

Wait a second. Mao's eating mint chocolate chip ice cream. ISN'T CHOCOLATE TOXIC TO CATS?!

"But you said I was part of the team!!" "Then you're...off the team."

Adorabat crying while showing Eugene the picture OUCH MY HEART...

"I used to go exploring in those caves with Mom all the time..." I'm guessing those are the caves from the promo?

"She wasn't afraid of anything!" " Well Adorabat definitely takes after her mother...

"And then one day, Sonara didn't come back with you." Ooh her name's Sonara!! Pretty!! I can't tell if they chose it cuz it sounds like Sonar or because it means "pleasant sounding"

Glad to see Adorabat's still a die-hard metal fan, even with Eugene

Oof Mao isn't taking this well at ALL if he's pretending Adorabat's molt is her...

OOH SHIT ADORABAT RAN OFF TO THE CAVES - wait a minute no she didn't. OH NO EUGENE WENT TO THE CAVES

Ooh there's Sonara's looking glass, bet that's gonna be important

Yay Adorabat saved her dad!

Damn Adorabat must be super traumatized after basically watching her mother die. No wonder she tried to murder Boba-Chan!

Oh the only way to stop the monster is by screaming!

(Mao Mao hears Adorabat scream) "ADORABAT?!" ADOPTIVE DAD POWERS ACTIVATE

Ooh her mother's figure appears over her when she says she's not afraid of anyone...maybe her spirit's inside of her or something?

REVENGE TIME BAYBEY

HOLY SHIT ADORABAT FUCKING MURDERED THAT THING

Eugene & Adorabat both apologized to each other I...

"You can't just leave without the most fearless member of the group!" YAAY ADORABAT'S BACK (Also how are we gonna explain to Eugene Adorabat's scared of the dark?)

"I'll mess 'em up real good! So good, their mommies and daddies won't be able to recognize them when I'm done..." Daaammmnnn...

"She scares me :)"

I wonder...is Sonara really dead? Or are they gonna pull a Kipo & have her still be alive but in a different form?

Badge-A-Fire explosion

Uhh...where is Badgerclops? And why is Mao Mao on the top bunk?!

Of course Badgerclops is petty enough to install a fake monster alarm on his laptop to wake Mao Mao and Adorabat up.

"This is a super-serious work meeting, as you can see by the fact that I haven't provided any snacks!" No snacks?! This must be a serious issue!! /s

"As you know, I am a creative genius. Sometimes there's so much natural creative genius that my brain overloads, and I enter a heightened state that I call 'Ultra Focus'..." Oh so basically like hyperfixation?

"...where I break into a creative sprint, inventing super-advanced technology at supernatural speeds, unparalleled by anyone in the entire field of science." Okay maybe only a LITTLE bit like hyperfixation...wait a second, IS THAT WHY BADGERCLOPS IS SO TIRED ALL THE TIME?!

Uhh did he get his arm stuck in the front door? HE TOOK THE AEROCYCLE?!

"...I forget everything the next morning." Remember my headcanon that Badgerclops represses his memories? Yea...

"Which is why it's not my fault and I don't think I should be criticized :D" TBH I screamed with laughter at this scene solely because of the expression he made

...HE GAVE THE SKY PIRATES THE GEM CELL?! I mean he clearly wasn't thinking right when he did it BUT STILL?!

"Oh hey, I told you I'd use that weird elevator thing!" Dude you LITERALLY used it in Ultraclops. What are you talking about.

"If the Sky Pirates had the Gem Cell, they would've used it already!" That is a fair point ngl.

Umm...did Badgerclops give Adorabat a BOMB?!

Tbh if my friend woke me up in the middle of the night with weird-looking eyes and handed me a timer while saying something about an explosion I would DEFINITELY not go back to sleep afterwards...

I'm sorry, IS THE WHOLE VALLEY GONNA BLOW UP?! WHAT THE HELL DID HE MAKE?!

Mao wiping Badgerclops' tears I'm

A paper towel dispenser? Well that's not that bad - IS THAT A GIANT PAIR OF PANTS?!

Ooh it's not a shock collar it's a translator!! That makes a bit more sense... "I HAVE NO REMORSE OR CONCEPT OF EMPATHY!" ...if the monster doesn't have remorse or empathy how does it know what those words mean...

Badgerclops keeps telling Mao Mao & Adorabat not to criticize him...hmm...I wonder who criticized his inventions that made him that way...*cough* HIS MOM *cough*

"Are all your inventions this weird?!" "YOU'RE WEIRD!!"

IM SORRY DID BADGERCLOPS BUILD A DANCING MACHINE INTO MAO MAO'S BONES?! HIS BONES?! AND HE MADE ADORABAT A SECOND MEGAPEG?!

What in the absolute hell is going on dgaadhdagdadga

Okay but when Badgerclops clutched his head and started shaking when Mao Mao asked why he made those things...I FELT THAT IN MY HEART I FELT THAT IN MY SOUL

Ngl this scene really hit home for me cuz that's how I act when I have a breakdown...

The timer went off but nothing blew up - WAIT, IS THAT A REPLICA OF MECHA HOSSORAFFASNAKEARANG?!

"Initializing Totally Humane Knockout Procedure." (Proceeds to slam the Sheriff's Dept. into the ground) ajdajdgdad

Ooh...ohh they're on some sort of water park...ride...thing??

"And if I didn't want us to get out, then I made sure we couldn't...with super-strong shoe things." But there isn't any on Adorabat, can't she just squeeze herself out?

Ooh I'm getting Pirates of the Caribbean vibes

There's the Gem Cell, it must be powering the ride! Also the robotic arm slaps Mao's hand the same way Mao slaps Badgerclops' hand in Flyaway skkkk

"My amazing creativity is finally gonna destroy us all..." "Hey, at least we'll be destroyed together!" Fair point, fair point

The shoosh returneth

"I always loved inventing." So he was an inventor ever since he was little? Daww.

YOUNG BC IS SO ADORABLE!! He has a lil medical patch instead of an eyepatch which is def more accurate to real life...but what's the vest for? Protection in case he falls? A pressure stim?

That figure's def his mom since they rejected his ideas & he mentions she was mean to him. Also the theory that his mom's a villain seems a bit stronger since they straight-up hand him a tool kid + a set of blueprints with no regard to his safety...

"Also there was a bunch of other kids at school and some other people throughout my life who mocked me relentlessly." THEN WHY'D YOU TELL ADORABAT YOU COULDN'T RELATE TO HER WHEN SHE SAID NO ONE WANTED TO BE HER FRIEND?! (Also I noticed literally all the kids are other badgers, so I'm assuming Badgerclops grew up sheltered like Mao Mao did.)

So the Ultra Focus is basically a really weird coping mechanism to deal with all the abuse and bullying he went through? Holy fuckkk

"They only made fun of you because they were jealous. Happened to me my whole life!" Umm...

"Even the dance chip I surgically implanted in your brain?" Excuse me the dance chip that you WHAT

"I love you-" HE SAID IT 💗💓💗💓

"I'm finally around people who love and understand me..."

Wait did the cannon misfire? DID IT BLOW A HOLE IN THE GROUND?!

OH HE ACTUALLY DID CREATE AN ANIMATRONIC BAND?! I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE!!

"Take it away, Boss Hosstritch!" (Distorted garbling)

Oof Mao caught all the water

"We hope you all enjoyed being Badgerclops' friend." 💞💕💞💕

Not that anyone cares but I noticed there's a picture of some of the Sweetypies on the monitors, meaning 1. Badgerclops tested it out using them first, or 2. Badgerclops just likes those Sweetypies for whatever reason. Tho that makes me wonder why he'd choose Pinky of all people...

THE SKY PIRATES WERE INSIDE THE ANIMATRONICS THE WHOLE TIME?! THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTE

Zing Your Heart Out

Why are they giving out rotten sushi??

"HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT ME EATING SOMETHING GROSSLY?!"

Ooh god Chester's gonna be super freaking annoying in this episode, I can feel it.

"What's blue and smells like red paint? Blue paint!" BAYBEY

Jesus what a prick. GET HIM MAO MAO

Ngl that background's really pretty...

Oooh no the Ruby Pure Heart's being weird again. Ooh no.

FUCK YEA ROAST HIM BABY - Did Adorabat's eyes turn purple because the Ruby Pure Heart gave her powers?

Oh so the siren in Badgerclops' robo-arm is a backup monster alarm?

More Sky Pirates - and the Pure Heart's being weird again...

"I'd tell you but despite your height it'd go right over your HEAD!" Asdfgghjjk

"For someone with two brains, you're not very BRIGHT!" EVEN BETTER

Kevin said he was raising money for a school trip, then for a trip to the hospital...which one is he raising money for?!

"SILENCE PANCAKE, LEST YE BE BUTTERED"

OOH NO SHE ATTACKED MAO AND BC

"IT FEELS LIKE THE WEIGHT OF ONE THOUSAND PLANETS!!"

"One second, I'm getting mad, and the next thing you know-" Is she freaking possessed??

Wait, is the Pure Heart TALKING to Adorabat?! How?!

Cluckins you don't ask people what's wrong with their eyeballs...even if there is something wrong with their eyeballs

"I CAN'T FEEL MY SELF-RESPECT!!"

The pure 'oh shit' on Marion's face when Adorabat turns to her

Half of the people she insulted showed up to her party! Didn't that mean she loved them?!

Oh god not this bitch again - nvm, thanks Adorabat

"Taking over the castle and ruling Pure Heart Valley forever does sound nice..." This is starting to remind me of that one AU where Adorabat turns evil, becomes the ruler of the Sky Pirates, then convinces them to kill Snugglemagne and becomes the queen of Pure Heart...she isn't gonna kill Snugglemagne, is she?

What did Adorabat tell Snugglemagne?! I WANNA KNO

Why is Pinky stealing teeth...reminds me of this

NO BC DON'T EAT THE TEETH

"I...hate myself! Therefore, I'm invincible!" So the trick to not getting your ego destroyed...is to not have an ego. Sounds reasonable.

"Your bug platter, my king?" Genderfluid Adorabat rights

"Mao Mao, your head looks like a CROW!" (Mao Mao caws) IT WAS A LIE HE ISN'T A CAT HE WAS A CROW THIS WHOLE TIME-

"It looks like a half-melted ice cream cone!!" That is...a strange way to describe your own neck...

"Well, I'm...bad (◡‿◡)" Kinda weird that the canonically depressed character can't even cleverly insult himself

...why does Adorabat's skin smell like old cantaloupe

OH SHE IS POSSESSED!!

HOLY SHIT MAO WAS GONNA FUCKING MURDER ADORABAT TO SAVE THE KINGDOM?! THANK GOD HE SAW HER JOKE BOOK, HOLY SHIT

Positivity outweighs negativity!

"WHERE DOES A 800 POUND GORILLA SIT?!" "Where ever it wants!◝(⁰▿⁰)◜" Curse you for making me laugh...

OOH NO THE JOKEBOOK! - Wait nvm Mao remembers Adorabat's jokes!

I think the reason they used that joke is because it represents Mao Mao and Adorabat - Adorabat is blue, and she wants to be like Mao Mao, who wears red. What is BLUE, and smells like (is similar to) RED paint?

YAAAY HE BROKE HER FREE FROM MIND CONTROL!! And did BC get Thanos snapped in the background?

"Thank goodness you're alright! We almost..." Fucking murdered you? Yea

"Might we have our crown and kingdom back, yes?"

"Sorry for being such a monster today." "You're a monster everyday." Is that a joke because she was today's villain, a reference to Sleeper Sofa or foreshadowing?

I hope Mao Mao and Badgerclops decide to investigate what's up with the Heart in Season Two, cause I highly doubt they'll let Adorabat getting fucking possessed go under the radar.

The visual gag of Mao trying to stomp out his ice cream cone like a cigarette is perfect. This is peak comedy everyone else go home

WHOOP CHESTER'S ASS GUYS

Strange Bedfellows

"So, your name is Boss Hosstrich, but you're not actually the boss?" How long did it take him to realize that

JFC Mao & Orangusnake are REALLY hellbent on killing each other huh...at least the deputies and the other Sky Pirates have common sense.

Hahaha nice Dragon Ball Z reference - and they both got crushed by the monster! Lovely.

...did Mao seriously think he died and went to heaven?

So does Orangusnake breathe through Tanner or do they both breathe independently & Coby can feel when Tanner can't?

Dang those skeletons remind me of the Steven Universe Future episode Growing Pains. And why is Lucky inside of Orangusnake? "THAT WAS MY LUNCH, JERK!" Ooh that's why.

"They're full of these tiny, little cracks or, as they're known in the medical field, 'whoopsie-boo-boos'." AGSADGASGADGDASG

Damn their skeletons are just gonna freaking evaporate huh...

"The doctor said I was very brave :D"

Ooh shit the Deputies and the other Sky Pirates met at the same elevator, are they gonna fight - nevermind, they're still calling time.

JESUS CHRIST ARE MAO & ORANGUSNAKE EVER GONNA STOP?!

"You don't have the guts!" "I have a million guts." That is...mildly concerning

"Yeah, I wanted to be a baker, before I realized I liked hurting people so much." Then why doesn't she just like, help Muffins or something?

Tbh I thought Ratarang was holding a gun and I'm glad it was just a weirdly wrapped banana

CONE OF SHAME. CONE OF SHAME. CONE OF SHAME.

"Aww, y'all shouldn't have - this is empty." "Just like my heart when you injure yourself!!" He loves him sm...💓💓

"Why didn't you bring me weapons?!" "Because this is a hospital, and I'm a good boy (◡‿◡ )"

"I really feel like this could be a turning point in their relationship." (Mao and Orangusnake proceed to try and kill each other again) *sigh*

Ngl Mao & Orangusnake constantly repeating themselves is getting super annoying.

That hospital bed beeping is giving me flashbacks to all the times I went to the hospital for seizures...

"You know y'all could live like this, like, all the time if you didn't go around hurting people, right?" "Pssh! Tsk-tsk, boy. You know I gots to hurt people." Uhh you guys should really listen to Badgerclops he knows what tf he's talking about

UUhh, whose egg is that? "MAMA" ASGagddahDh

Of course they had to land in freaking CEMENT to realize that maybe they shouldn't kill each other

Did Mao just deflate like a ballo- oh nvm there he go.

Boneless Mao. Boneless Mao.

And Mao saved Orangusnake!! By...breaking every bone in his body somehow.

"I'm the kind of hero who wants to save you so I can fight you later...at the right time and place." Just gonna file this along with the credit score scene from Perfect Couple in the 'Orangumao' folder.

Is Badgerclops duct taping Mao to the stretcher? I mean, at least he won't move & hurt himself again but geez

Tbh Zing would’ve made a better finale than this ep. At least it had a sequel hook

[tayuyamajik]

This show is shit. This ep Is the most embarrassing thing in star wars. Stupid telporting miss every shot droids. why tf did Luke send grogu alone. Luke isnt the type of person who would give some one a choice based on detatchment. It was literly bec7awe ue was attached to his father that he was willing to gamble his life. How did mando survive fighting a rancor, he hot tjrown thriugh a building and alammed thriugh a nother wall. Why is a rancor stong eniugh to survinve a blaster shot. Why didnt the symdicate send tte droids first. Why would r2 trust some random he's never met. Why didn't cad bane do anything this ep except tell Boba he killed the wring send people for no reason and them get killed in the stupidest least satisfying way possible. Fuck this garbed show is you think it's good you're stupid and a fake star wars fan. Fuck you Disney. You ruined star wars again.

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