#bnha 270

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

bnha 270 — bnha 418

[greenhappyseed]

Oh lawd he comin.

[epickiya722]

Nope, nuh uh, we ain't doing this... I've been through this with MHA...

See the last time there was a mysterious figure that share physical features to someone and the fandom thought that character was returning it turned out not to be said person but an entirely different character.

I would not be surprised if that isn't Kenjaku or Geto. Just someone who has that same hairstyle.

But surprise me.

[mettywiththenotes]

For the record, I'm assuming they went straight into the void when Izuku punched Tomura...

I really like how last time it was sudden but with a sort of flourish. Izuku had been to the void before, but when it happened in the war it was like a gradual reveal, showing himself, then Tomura merged with AFO, the whole focus on Izuku's later reveal of him seeing Tenko, then the vestiges and Izuku wondering where everyone was and what was happening

Now, it happens so fast that you'd blink and you would hardly know what's happening unless you're paying attention. Dabi and Toga just appearing, gigantic above them and replaying the first meeting. The world spins and suddenly Izuku is back at the sports festival with Shouto. Not even a second later, Spinner appears behind him and declares he's only here because of Stain

It's a scene that doesn't give Izuku any time to catch up. They connect and he is simply placed right in the middle, watching most of the memories that aren't his and forced to keep going when he sees his opportunity to land another hit

I love how fast it is. It's the sort of mind fuckery I've been waiting for regarding the boys entering the void again, or at least when I anticipated Izuku interacting with Tomura's memories. The shift is quick, it's meant to confuse! I hope it continues like this next chapter, I've been wanting to see more of these sort of mind bending scenes and visuals ever since 270!

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 270, Replies Part 2

1) “We- We`re inside Shigaraki`s mind or something? It must be, since he`s there and there`s a, quite frankly, concerning number of disembodied hands floating around.

we`re about to go down a fucking weird trip, aren`t we?”- We’re going on an inception trip into shiggy-boy’s braincase….in fact, we’re not even the first ones taking up residence inside his cracked mindspace…

2) “Fuck if I know Shigaraki, you have quite the interesting imagination, I wish my dreams were half that abstract. Then again, I was never comatose, as far as I know.”- And as a side-effect of his awakened/ascended mentality, Tomura’s ‘ethereal’ white hair has become almost negative space around his head, almost looking like Horikoshi simply didn’t draw the pages around him. 3) “OH OKAY FUCK FUCK FUCK I KNEW THINGS WERE GOING TO GET WEIRD

WE`RE GONNA DEAL WITH A BIT OF THAT LINGERING TRAUMA FROM THE PAST, AREN`T WE?

I AM NOT READY FOR IT

NOT AT ALL”- Hard to call it ‘lingering’ when AFO actively cultivated Tomura’s mentality to keep it first and foremost inside his emotional core, always pushing him forwards even when he’d repressed the hell out of it. His mind is nothing but trauma, and he’s only now recently started to mature enough to start owing that damage as being what he thinks of himself as. He sees himself through the broken mirror of his mind, each piece a cracked reflection of the boy he started as and what he could have been. 4) “OH IT`S STILL HER, AND SHE`S REMINDING US AND SHIGARAKI OF THAT PARTICULAR MOMENT”- If this broken landscape is what makes up his mind, then tragically, the pieces of it that allow him to hold his ‘self’ together and avoid floating away in the chaos are the very ones that relate to his childhood trauma- the thing that breaks him inside paradoxically holds him together even beyond what other people could endure. 5) “I wonder, do Shigaraki even remembered that she apologized for what she had done? He wasn`t paying much attention at the time, but did he ever recalled that she regretted making him suffer like that?”- Being that this seems to almost be like Shigaraki’s memories of his family overlapping with that night and what he’d think they would say to him now, it sorta implies that he does remember – like, this whole sequence is a little unclear if it’s all in his head, or if him being technically dead means that he’s communing with his family’s lingering ghosts, or if he’s using the memories of his family to talk to himself through their images, putting the words in their mouths to converse with himself as he processes his current situation. Nana herself seems to be the anomaly here, but that itself might also be because of her lingering vestige preserved within OFA…which itself has some undefined link to AFO, as shown by him likewise sensing the changes to the twin Quirk within Tartarus when the additional Quirks started awakening. 6) “AGAIN, DID SHIGARAKI EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HIS DREAM SINCE THEN? EVEN IF ONLY TO SAY “FUCK THAT, HEROES SUCK”?”- I think he’s thought about it by not thinking about it – like the answer is one he already known deep down on an emotional, instinctual level, but it’s all wrapped up underneath the layers of trauma and pain involved with that night, and he finds it easier to think about the hurt that motivates him more than the uncomfortable answer lurking underneath all that sorrow and lashing out. Eventually, he will have to give a voice to that answer, but at present, his current situation means he can focus on attacking the heroes rather than wasting time navel-gazing and considering whether it’s even a possibility to turn back anymore. 7) “SOMETHING TELLS ME HE DIDN`T, CONSIDERING HIS EXPRESSION TOWARDS THE GIANT IMAGINARY MILF. OH GOD, EITHER THIS WHOLE SHIT IS GOING TO GO REALLY BAD, OR IT WILL GO REALLY, REALLY BAD”-Considering that the ‘itchiness’ is tied thematically to Tomura’s apparent longing to ‘destroy’ things, she’s as good as telling him that his revenge on the world that denied him will only lead to him wanting to destroy more and more until he has nothing left, but AFO has groomed Tomura so thoroughly that he’s convinced himself that existing in this miserable situation of his own violation is what makes him ‘him’ now, like he’s felt this pain for so long, it’s warped around to being comforting. Like Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Tomura has immersed himself in the role of the villain, even if it’s in opposition to his childhood dream, because he feels like he has nothing else left outside of it, and can only make the best of his situation by embracing the perks it provides him, even if he’s unsatisfied with it all at his core.

8) “FUCK FUCK FUCK IT`S BABYGARAKI AGAIN

OH GOD OH FUCK THIS IS REALLY SPIRALING OUT OF CONTROL”-He says he’s ok, but only because he’s gotten so used to the misery of his current existence that he can’t imagine a life where he’s not the villain anymore, where he’s not the outsider rejected by society who can only destroy. His body reverts back to the child he was when he first found the photograph, showing that the desire to be a hero is still deeply wrapped up in his core identity, even if he’s convinced himself it’s impossible, and his eyes aren’t quite focused and full of emotions like they were when he was idolising nana’s image. He claims he’s fine, but it’s clearly deflection on how he really feels- and given this may be part of his own mind speaking to him through his memories, it could also be seen as him burying the last shreds of his conscience before he awakens to bring misery to all, reaffirming that this is what he wants to himself.

9) “OH OKAY IT SEEMS LIKE WE HAVE REACHED A CONCLUSION TO THIS WHOLE SPIRITUAL TRIP TO THE PAST, AND THE RESULTS ARE IN:

EVERYBODY RUN THE FUCK AWAY, SHIT`S GONNA OBLITERATE THE FAN”- As he affirms that he’s fine with being the destructive villain, the memory of his father attacking him surfaces- the first time he used his power maliciously, and thus the first time he experienced the pleasant joy and satisfaction that came with using his powers to hurt those who oppressed him, essentially the part of his mind that  revels in the joy of being a villain reminding him of the origin of that desire.

10) “WELP, THE TRAUMA PUT HIM ON THIS TRIAL, AND SHIGARAKI DECIDED ON HOW TO DEAL WITH IT. THE ONLY WAY HE EVER KNEW OF DEALING WITH IT”- It’s tragic, but Tenko’s confidence and fearlessness in facing what would normally be a traumatic memory that repressed him and destroying it with his own willpower and the strength he now possesses is somewhat inspiring as well. You can’t help but wonder how he’d have turned out if he was given some positive learning experiences instead of a troubled upbringing before he massacred his family.

11) “OH, NOW IT`S YOU. RIGHT. YEAH IF WE`RE TALKING ABOUT TRAUMA OF COURSE YOU WOULD SHOW UP IN HIS HEAD. THE FUCK YOU`RE GONNA SHOW HIM AS WELL?”-Well, he did help plant the bad thoughts of Tomura being an inherently destructive monster in his head in the first place- it gave him an easy way in in more ways than one… 12) “WAIT WAIT THEFUVKX THAT IS NOT AN HALLUCINATIOLN

THAT IS NOT

FUCK

THAT`S THE REAL ONME ISN`T IT

OH GOD WHAT THWE FUCK

HE`S TALKING TO HIM

AND HE`S TELLING HIM TO COME TAKE HIM OUT OF HIS CELL”- Not quite- the devil can’t take your soul entirely unless you willingly sign the contract of your own free will…. (MHA ch 246)

13) “Now, the doctor just wants some clarification before he gets started, and I’m wondering how many quirks he’s gonna shove inside his twink frame. He still needs to leave some room for the cherry on top of the cake, the quirk of All for One, that one is still behind bars, but soon he’ll be back…

Soon™”- Or he’s prepping him for All For one’s quirk all along, because it’s better long term for him to just finalise his body right from the start and have the ability to stockpile unlimited power already in him, rather than building up to it gradually by adapting his vessel pieces by piece to handle multiple quirks. All For One does seem to have some kind of innate resistance against the natural devastation that would result from containing multiple quirks at once, a trait shared with its twin, much to Deku’s benefit, so rather than toughen Tomura’s body up by adding increasing numbers of quirks into his modified frame one by one, it’s easier for Ujiko to just prep him to handle the entirely of All For One all at once and let the quirk’s natural abilities handle the blowback of gaining so much power in one go. Granted, the process isn’t pretty by a long shot, but Tomura’s made it quite clear he doesn’t give a damn about winning any beauty competitions, which is good, because he was looking worse off than even Dabi on that operating table. @thelreads

[bibibbon]

So, BNHA & JJK have ended! Can I ask you, your final score for both series? For me BNHA is B and JJK is B- (sorry, I don't think both endings are that bad, yes not satisfying, but there are many good points in both series, too)... My top 3 from each series are : Izuku, Katsuki & Ochaco and Yuuji, Sukuna, & Gojo.

I have talked about my thoughts on the ending of mha and jjk together in a previous ask but I haven't ranked them.

Honestly I suck at ranking things but I would give jjk's ending a 4.5/10, sukuna's ending and the gojo flashback were phenomenal and its probably the only reason why I ranked jjk this high especially since the last chapter doesn't give us much of a conclusion for a lot of things like the mysterious kenjaku panel we saw in chapter 270 among a lot of other things.

Mha on the other hand will get a 4.4/10 ending because while it managed to at least wrap up its points a lot of the series messaging and the characters fates wasn't great. I did like toga and ochako's ending so I will give them that but the todoroki family plot line was atrocious.

Since both of these series ended I will give my top three based on the series current writing.

MHA : Mei hatsume, toga himiko and Tenya iida

JJK : Geto suguru, Gojo satrou and Maki zenin

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WFB, Tanbarun arc: Obi meets the real reason she had to leave everything behind.

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Obi can admit: even after spending the day with Umbrella Corp’s heir apparent, even after knowing that Richie Rich couldn’t find his ass with both hands-- but in a nice way-- he hears the tiny tyrant’s little proclamation and thinks, what’s his game?

He may not be on the fast track to Summa Cum Laude, not like Doc-- and apparently this kid, if Daddy keeps paying out that Big Pharma money to keep his grades at the top of the curve-- but Obi doesn’t need any fancy academic distinction to suss out that Raj’s celebratory kegger idea belongs straight in the ‘godawful stupid’ pile. And with the quick way Doc goes bloodless at the offer, the air’s got that tangy Calculated Insult taste to it.

That is until he squares up right in front of this Timothée Chalamet looking motherfucker and is blind-sided by his bright-eyed, dummy wide smile. Despite the vibe in this room reading like the end of a slow-burn thriller’s first act, this idiot thinks he’s doing everyone a favor. The kid somehow took one look at Annie Hall here and thought that her brand says vomits Pabst Blue Ribbon as an extracurricular. There are times where Obi considers his past gold star failures and thinks he’s nature’s worst clown, but Shenezard-- Shenezard could fill a whole car.

“Raj,” Doc chokes out, looking like she’s two steps from a body bag. “That’s very...generous of you, but you don’t really--”

“No, no.” Between blinks, Raj springs forward, seizing her hand. “Shirayuki, you are the generous one, coming here after all this time to make amends--”

“I’m not,” she reminds him, steely, like the tooth of a bear trap. Or maybe the blade of a guillotine. “I’m here to present a paper.”

“--So you must give me the opportunity to be likewise magnanimous.” One hand may be taken, but the other’s free to snap, loud as a gunshot in the empty foyer. “Sakaki, see to it.”

His lawyer ventures a weary glance, closing his briefcase with a final snap. “Mr Shenezard, you know I can’t be party to providing alcoholic beverages to underage students.”

“Right.” His fingers snap again; the brothers passing by flinch. “Brian will take care of it.”

One of them-- the tall one, built like a linebacker with boat shoes that earn the name-- sighs. “Aw man, not again.”

“I told you, dude,” the other one mutters, pushing him through the doorway. “You can’t make eye contact.”

Raj doesn’t even bat an eye, just stares down at Doc, flushed with victory. “See? Simple. Get yourself ready, Shirayuki,” he warns warmly, “for tonight you will be fêted!”

*

Between Princess and Prez’s egos, there’s no elbow room for any other opinions on the frat’s event committee, but even still, Obi knows there’s some logistical issues to putting together a kegger in barely five hours. It’s the sort of thing he’d worry over if he thought for one second that Doc wanted anything to do with this half-assed excuse for a hook up, but she flees the scene the moment Raj gets distracted enough to drop her hand. It’d be a shame to get all heated when she’s already hanging out a window, escaping the only way she knows how: dangerously.

Real kind of Doc to save him the hassle; if he had to concern himself with her tender feelings, why, he’d barely have time to agonizing over what to wear. Since that’s apparently how he’s going to spend the hours between dinner and drunk o’clock: staring at his backpack full of clothes and hating every stitch on them.

It’s not like he didn’t bring nice stuff; Chief had briefed him-- and Big Guy, and His Lordship, plus a hastily emailed primer from the Big Boss with a rubric for sartorial formalities-- but he can’t exactly wear a sports coat to a keg stand. Maybe CEO Barbie could wear her designer pantsuit and not get a drop on it, but Obi doesn’t have the sort of face that can wear business formal like gym shorts. And the rest of it...

Well sure, jeans and tees would match the vibe; certainly be a step up from the early December board shorts he’s sure will be in fashion tonight, but it’s not-- not--

Hot. His Majesty said this trip would only be four days, a quick jaunt over state lines to see to it that Kihal’s momentary expulsion wasn’t in vain. Packing light seemed smart. He didn’t need to bait the hook when the only item on his itinerary was a poster session and an academic dinner.

He still doesn’t need to; his whole job here is to make sure Doc isn’t eyeing any third-story windows, not his ass. She’s six inches of leg and a drawer full of Victoria Secret away from being his type anyway, and he only came here because-- because--

Her hand had look so pale against the checkered tablecloth, so limp, like it hadn’t been held in years. Like she’d given up on someone being there to take it. He’d held it in the car-- still wet and clammy, a complete accident-- and even now it burns in his memory, the first warmth he’d felt since someone put five inches of cold steel beneath his rib cage. And stupidly, his first thought was, Doc deserves someone who would.

His second is, I’d like to be that someone.

It’s a fucking mystery why. Sure, he-- he likes her, in a real Disney Channel Original, baby’s first crush way, but this whole situation he has at Wistal is a glass shoe, set to shatter the moment he has a diploma in his hands. The last thing he needs is a reason to cling to the shards, expecting more than anyone wants to give him. Besides, he knows by now-- they could hug him and squeeze him and call hims George, but Obi’s the kind of guy who sees and open door and runs through it. There’s no point to being more friend than the job entails. Not unless he wants someone putting up flyers to find their lost Obi, at least. It’d certainly be a first.

“Right.” His palm scrub over his face, muffling out the rest of the world for just a second. That’s all he needs to remember what’s important here. “Just put something on, asshole.”

It’s a stupid thing to worry about. If these clothes didn’t smell like musty library, he wouldn’t even--

Something flutters, right at the corner of his eye. Not big enough to be a threat-- he can tell that right off, but it definitely didn’t come from his stuff. No, looks like it blew out of the trash, pushed along by the sudden burst of hot air from the vents. His mouth tilts, sliding right into a smirk. Speaking of flyers...

Phi Sigma Pi Crunch Time Kegger, this one reads; he has to squint to see the grainy oval in the center is just a photo-realistic barrel. $5 at the door. 8pm on December--

Ha, well. Look at that. It’s today. What a coincidence. Seems he’s not the only one concerned about what’s covering his ass.

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#4

The Opposite of Shame

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It should be easy.

That’s what Zen had said they paddled the last few yards into the canals, a stream of water curled onto his palm, shaping itself into a pearl, too precious to even touch. At least, easier than what you were doing, he’d laughed, letting it splash back down into the water, splattering into Mitsuhide’s lap. After squeezing water out of vines, a whole city of it should be nothing.

And yet sweat beads at her brow when she tries to coax a trickle from its slow currents, dripping from her fingers like a recalcitrant cat. Her boots brace against the ice, and she hauls, the way laborers would, pulling and straining and still-- it flops back down to the surface, swallowed up by ripples like it never left at all.

Shirayuki sprawls right back onto her rear with a huff. That’s what she gets, bending with only half her head. Maybe if she was still ho-- where she came from, she might have managed it. There was something about knowing every vine curled around her window and every plant in the streets of Ba Sing Se that made the motions come easier to her, that made bending nearly mindless. But here...

Ba Sing Se may have been raised from stone, but there were trees there, gardens. Little window boxes where grannies raised their kitchen herbs and children tended their mother’s flowers. In Agna Qel’a, it’s all...ice. Ice and snow and water a shade warmer than freezing; a paradise for a waterbender like her, one who had always hidden her skills lest some neighbor suspect she was the Avatar. Water was next in the cycle, after all, and to see a child with green eyes bend something besides stone would bring her before of the Fire Lord faster than the Earth prince could snap. Even the ancestors would be hard pressed to say what would happen to her when he found out she was simply mixed-blood, a waterbender wearing an earthbender’s face.

And yet this is not the safe haven she imagined, the home she had yet to find. Instead it’s barren, as cold and uninviting as Master Haruka. A woman need draw no more than a dram, he’d said, voice cracking like a whip in the temple. Any more risks being unseemly.

Unseemly. She gets her feet beneath her, letting her attention slide alongside a likely stream. Haruka’s voice echoes in the confines of her skull, What does a healer need that couldn’t fit in a skein?

Healer, he said; woman, he meant. How Kiki could come from a place like this, her bending honed to a blade’s edge, and yet its Master Bender could still say to her face-- impossible.

Her teeth grit, cheeks flushed. Zen might have warned her at least. He’d made this place seem like a refuge, like heaven, like home, and now not only does she have to worry after Haruka, but even Raj--

She can’t think about that. That’s the whole purpose of this: to not think about it. Another thing that’s supposed to be easy. After all, Shirayuki forgets things all the time. Meetings, meals, sleep-- it all fades away under the sinuous stretch of leaf and vine, her fingers reaching and stems rising to meet the motion, as easy as putting on a glove.

But that’s not what it’s like here. Not when it’s so cold that algae barely blooms. Hard to lose herself when every surface reflects her face.

“Lookin’ pretty serious there.”

Shirayuki concentration shatters, easy as a plate on a pub floor. The stream of water she’s pulled-- larger than she’s ever managed before, even if it still wiggles and drips against her control-- drops, tumbling back into the canal with a plop, big enough to soak her boots.

No, both their boots.

“Ah, uh...” She doesn’t know his name; a realization that pulls her up screeching a moment too late. They’ve only met twice, after all-- once when he tried to scare her off, and again when he caught her at Laxdo. Each time he’s appeared like fog off the water, disappearing just the same way, intangible and unannounced. “Sorry.”

Satisfaction glints like a knife’s edge in that man’s eyes, as if he suspected he might get this reaction. Or worse, meant to do it.

Well, that’s what he gets, anyway, coming up on her all unaware like this, a strange man in a strange city. He’s lucky she doesn’t have her plants, otherwise he wouldn’t have much room to be giving her smirks and sly eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, Miss.” His shoulders twitch, a distant cousin to a shrug, as he shakes off his feet. “I was asking for it sneaking up on a lady all alone like that.”

It mollifies her to hear him admit it. Just a little. “Here, let me at least--”

Her hand flicks out, ready to wick the water off him-- it’d be rude not to-- but he shuffles away with a laugh, his own warding her off.

“I said don’t worry about it.” His smile is wide, if not a little lop-sided. “You barely got me. It’ll dry off on its own.”

She frowns down, eyeing the waterline on his boots, wet splotches climbing all the way to his knees. He can say what he likes, but it’s freezing at the poles, and even dry he’ll still be cold. She should really--

Her teeth clamp down, keeping her protest locked behind them. There’s no reason for her to worry about a man that only shows up to cause her trouble. “What are you doing here?”

His grin sharpens to a point, through strangely, she’s sure it isn’t aimed at her. “My my, young miss. You may not wear a necklace like these water folk, but that question has teeth.”

She lifts her chin, stubbornly meeting his eyes. “Should it not?”

For a moment, he’s still. Not the way a person is, all hitched movements and stifled breaths, but the way eel hound does before they strike-- motionless. More like a statue than a living being.

And then his mouth splits in a grin, tongue clucking against his teeth. “And after I caught you in my arms, too. Folks just aren’t as grateful as they used to be.”

Shirayuki stares, confused. “Used to--?”

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900 Followers: Pick Your Adventure

The pairings have been chosen, and now it is time for you to choose what you would like to see! Each pairing has four options, let me know which fic you like most for your holiday gift. Voting is open from today, 8/25, to Friday evening, 8/26!

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#2

At Your Command

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Written for @kaedix‘s birthday! Kimber requested an Ella Enchanted AU, and I originally set out to write a canon universe one where Obi had the obedience curse...and I made something close to that, and yet entirely new as well...

The carriage pulls up right outside the alley; even in the street’s shadow it shimmers with shellac, like wet cobbles on a dark night. With all the hansoms that clog Port City’s arteries, it’s unremarkable, just another box among many. Save that it’s here, where no one with the money to hire a cab would be caught. And save that it’s arrived right on time, just as he’s been told it would.

A boot hedges out of the shadow, followed by a narrow limb, stretched enough to be part shade itself. The carriage merely waits, hunkering down at the alley’s mouth with all the gravitas of a fat tabby used to table scraps. It could play this game all day, its hefty shape says; could he?

He edges out the barest bit more, letting the light from The Beggar’s Barrel fall across the knife-sharp planes of his jaw. A tilt of his head sets one eyes to flash like a coin, stark beneath the low-slung band of his cap. A dangerous look, he’s been told, the kind that keeps bigger boys from trying to roll the one who’s skin and bones. That’s the thing about being skinny; all it takes is a good, feral grin, and only fools want to feel out your edges.

It gets the job done too; he’s hardly got his chin up from his collarbone when the door swings open, revealing an even deeper dark inside. “Get in.”

It strikes like a whip’s lash, the air knocked clean out of him. “Me, milord?” He gives a hearty laugh, making a good show of peering around the narrow alley. Good thing there’s not enough light to show him sweat. “You’re sure you have the right pl--?”

“You are Nanaki, aren’t you?”

His soles itch as he shuffles closer, trying to stave off the burn. Another breath or two and he’d find a long walk over hot coals more pleasant than standing here. “Today I am. Though maybe tomorrow I’ll feel like someone else...”

A shadow shifts in the dim of the cab, not small. “I have little patience for mummery. Hurry up.”

He’d likened those words once to a goad to an ass, but tonight-- tonight he has to catch himself before he stumbles. There’s not much pride in him, but what’s left refuses to meet his client on hands and knees, crawling up the steps like a cur. He’s got a reputation to keep, after all.

“Your wish,” he grits out through clenched teeth, taking those stairs in a single bound, “is my command.”

The inside is black as pitch and just as sticky, the shadows clinging to the corners as stubbornly as a stain. Still, he catches velvet beneath his palms, the cushion plump as any young miss, not the aching black lacquer benches of one of the city’s hansoms. Plain it might have looked from the outside, but this is no jumped-up merchant’s night out. Whatever money bought this is old, like the quarter itself.

He’d stretch his other senses to the task, but there’s no need; once the carriage has clopped and swayed itself to smoother cobbles, the shade snaps up. Lamp light pours in, painting the cab in gold.

Hardly necessary; this man is made of it. His business has never extended much to textiles-- too much speculation for his blood-- but the fine weave on that wool coat alone would fence enough to keep him well fed and warmly housed for a year, fingers firmly in pockets. That doesn’t even account for the linen of his shirt, or the brocade of his waist.

His fingers scour runnels through velvet. This man isn’t money, he’s a noble. No wonder even the barest command from that mouth sets him scrambling.

It’s not the first time a man more title than name has sought him out-- he’s got a reputation after all, a good one. A knife with legs, a man called him once, and he’d liked that just fine. A tidy little image; one that keeps the unsavory types from trying to stiff him. But this man-- this man looks nothing like those small, sniveling lordlings looking for a sure answer. No this one, this one--

This one could be a killer himself. If the calluses on his hands are a hint, he already was. Men don’t get ones like those from playing around in the training yard. This was a man used to fighting.

No, a man used to winning, unless he mistakes his guess. A dangerous sort to get in bed with, and a lethal one to get in business.

Well, let it never be said he passed up a bad idea when it sat itself in front of him. “Nice ride.”

The lord grunts, displeased. “Tell me how this works.”

His mouth itches the minute the words hit air. It’s not like this with everyone; most times he’s got a few moments-- maybe even a few minutes-- to dance around, to let them replace a strict order with a weaker one, maybe even slip the lead on the whole thing altogether. But his lordship here wields commands like a rider holds his reins, and oh, he’s not in the habit of letting a bucking stallion keep his head free.

“Well, I’m not sure of the mechanics.” His teeth flash, an effect lessened by the glare of the lamplight. Hard to seem so dangerous when all of him can be seen, black washed out to gray. “But the hitch the horses up front, you see, and then the driver--”

“Not the carriage,” his lordship snaps, brow furrowing like a thunderhead on a horizon. “They say you’ll do anything a man asks. Tell me how it works.”

There it is; the trap closes, and it’s steel teeth as far as the eye can see.

“Command me, mister,” he drawls, stretching his legs as long as they’ll go. It’s enough to pass beneath the bench on the other side, his lordship giving a censorious sniff. “And I must obey. That’s my gift.”

At once, the storm breaks, and with a terrible certainty, his lordship grates out, “No, boy. That’s your curse.”

It’s not that he expected business to be concluded in a rattling carriage-- that’s the sort of thing one of those merchants might do, the ones that want to curry favor with the First Prince by aping one step up on the food chain-- but he’s got to say, he doesn’t see the palace coming. A clandestine location sure, maybe even the guy’s townhouse if he’s got a misplaced sense of confidence, but most blue-bloods seem to know that you don’t flaunt your private problem solve right under the royal’s nose.

Then again, His Highness has been up wooing the North for the past few months. Turns out all those old ladies were right: when the cat’s away the mice will play. These ones just dress nicer and aim a little higher than stealing cheese.

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900 Followers & Holiday Gifts!

Way, WAY back in the early months of 2022, I got quite the influx of followers and this happened:

Which means that, as is traditional, I will be posting every Friday in December with fics of my followers’ choosing! And since last year was obiyuki focused, this year will be about non-Obiyuki pairings, including those from other fandoms! Which means I’m going to let you guys tell me what pairings you’d like to see!

From today, 8/21 to Tuesday, 8/23, I will be collecting pairing suggestions via ask! I will pick the pairings I am most interested in writing, and on 8/24 I will put those to a vote!

ASK AWAY!

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I posted 11,453 times in 2022

That's 8,643 more posts than 2021!

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#and one of the waiters was leaning on the bar while dancing and lipsyncing and looking like they were having the time of their life at work

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Villainess is a Marionette deserves better than this but...

I read The Villainess is a Marionette for the plot.

The plot:

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#4

Congrats to Loid and Yor Forger for being the best dilf and milf, respectively.

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#3

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#2

Jason, whose red is of blood, anger and death.

Marinette, whose red is of love and creation.

You know, color theory.

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He flubbed the opener and still managed to get second place over eighteen other skaters.

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144 posts created (1%)

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#sorta just… learned it on my own? i saw other people do it and was like ‘i wanna be like them!!!’ which is usually my motivation for stuff

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#5

U WANNA KNOW WHAT THESE MF LOOK LIKE LOWKEY

LOOK

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#4

“If anyone’s listening… Goodbye.

I’m sorry, and…

Good luck.”

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#3

sorry but the flippable sequins only have a “married” and “divorced” option not “widowed”

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#2

*flips the sequins on the shirt that say “divorced” to “married”* you guys know what’s up

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*sarcastically* oh no my hand slipped oh god oh no what a misfortune whatever shall i do

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and i think that's what a father is — a blade that never stops cutting.

Rupi Kaur 'Milk and Honey'/ How Do We Forgive Our Fathers? by Dick Lourie/ "Unpainted Door" - Louise Glück/ Lia Marie Johnson – DNA/ futngina/ Seven- Taylor Swift/ Clementine von Radics/ Dvoyd- thoughts of a stray iii/ A Hymn to Childhood- Li-Young Lee

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 270, Replies Part 3

1) “WHOS TRYING TO STOP HIM?

IS IT HIS FAMILY?

BECAUSE THAT SPEECH BUBBLE MAKE IT SEEM LIKE THIS ISN`T JUST HIS IMAGINATION, THIS MAKES IT SEEMS LIKE IT`S A REAL PERSON STUCK IN THERE AS WELL”-  It does seem to be the spirits of his family, but it could just as easily be himself using their memories to avoid fully accepting at the last moment- the word bubble is made of that same greyish mass that symbolised his growing anger and resentment that apparently powers Decay during his flashback, and what ultimately motivates Tomura is the desire to tear down everything that restricts and imprisons him in society, everything that rejects his will and tries to tune him out because he doesn’t fit in. Accepting the Quirk AFO would grant him the power to enforce his will through any obstacle, but it likewise means utterly submitting himself in spirit to AFO’s machinations, and some part of Tomura may instinctually recognise that, may realise that what comes from accepting this deal will be bad for him in a way totally different to anything a heroes could do to thwart him, but Tomura’s simply too resolute after having thought through his origins one more time to be waylaid by any doubts at the last step. 2) “THE HANDS ARE FROM THEM, THEY ARE TRYING TO GET HIM AWAY FROM THIS MONSTER, THEY ARE TRYING TO SAVE HIM

BUT TO HIM, THOSE HANDS ARE NOTHING BUT PAIN, THEY ARE NOT SEEN AS TRYING TO SAVE HIM, BUT TO HURT HIM”- The memories of his family used to bring him comfort, but now they are shackles holding him back from becoming what he wants- or rather, what he’s been groomed into believing he wants. AFO has not spent more time with Tomura then Tenko did with his own family and been spending every minute of it carefully twisting his mentality to support his ultimate goals – is it any wonder that Tomura wouldn’t be talked down at the last step, especially when all of those people failed him in one way or another? 3) “THE WORST PERSON THAT COULD SHOW UP HERE. HE WANTS TO SAVE HIM, BUT HE ALREADY BROUGHT SO MUCH PAIN THAT HIS PRESENCE IS A SIGN OF THE OPPOSITE FOR SHIAGARKI

NOW HE IS CERTAIN OF NOT STOPPING”- And when it seems like he might maybe think about it because of the rest of his family, it’s the sight of his father that again hardens and focuses his resolve.

4) “IT`S HER

SHE`S HERE

HOLY FUCK IT WAS REALLY SOMEONE STUCK IN THERE

AFO TOOK HER QUIRK BEFORE HE KILLED HER, DIDN`T HE? WHAT IS TO SAY HE DIDN`T TOOK A PART OF HER AS WELL? IF BOTH OF THE QUIRKS CAN TRANSFER PARTS OF HOLDERS, THEN WHAT`S TO SAY THIS ISN`T REALLY NANA HERSELF?”- Actually, he couldn’t steal her Quirk, for the same reason that Izuku is guaranteed to inherit it alongside all the other holder’s – Nana’s Quirk had merged into the ‘core’ of OFA and become a part of it, meaning they were no longer separate Quirks, but one and the same. Nana possessing OFA effectively merged her natural Quirk into the power when it was passed on, which makes it unclear if she was becoming Quirkless when she faced him for the last time on her own waning embers of the power, but as OFA is the only known means of defending against AFO’s unique ‘absorption’, possessing it likely would have granted a measure of defence even if the Quirk factors had remained separate, since it can simply say ‘no’ to any attempts he makes to remove a Quirk from the target’s body. That said, the ‘spare’ being her hand has…disturbing implications. It means that not only did AFO kill her, he preserved her body, presumably exclusively for the purpose of using it to psychologically torment her student in some fashion when next they met, or if the timeline matched up, perhaps even repurposing it into a Nomu’s to fight against him like he’d later do with Tomura himself. And apparently they only reason he didn’t do that is because he went the extra effort of tracking down Nana’s family in the aftermath to add more salt to the wound and switched priorities to corrupting Tenko when he realised what a golden opportunity he had. Of note, somebody on tumbler tallied up the damaged hand and confirmed that her hand is the only surviving one of the originals, which he keeps on him for the ‘brand recognition’. After much as he’s willingly stepping into the darkness and the point of no return, it feels significant that the physical reminders of his family who let him down are gone, but the only one that remains is the grandmother who never directly hurt him, and even inspired him at one point. 5) “YEAH, THAT WAS EXPECTED

HE WAS GUIDED DOWN THIS PATH AT FIRST, AND NOW HE WALKS IT OUT OF HIS OWN WILL. HE FEELS LIKE THERE IS NO TURNING BACK, AND HE`LL MAKE SURE THERE ISN`T SOMETHING TO GO BACK TO ONCE HE`S FINISHED.”- He was mocked for being weak-willed as a Villain before, now his will is even more unbreakable and resolute than Izuku’s, and their first proper clash of mind and body is imminent. 6) “WAS THAT NANA TELLING HIM THAT BEFORE SHE GOT PUSHED BACK INTO OBLIVION?”- No, it was Tomura telling her that he won’t be rejected anymore. Even if he’s been manipulated to think it’s all his own decision, he wants to be the villain now, and he won’t let the world or anything else tell him that’s the wrong thing to do. (MHA ch 265) 7) “Been quite a while I must say. So much so that I had to look back at what happened in the last chapter, and boi am I regretting it, because it reminded me of the fuckstorm we`re in the middle of. The Sad man`s parade got started, Hawks will have no choice but to kill Twice, and Dabi is on his way to kill Hawks, and so on, so on… Things are looking grim, and they`ll definitely get far worse, now that we`re starting Chapter 265: Villains and Heroes”-Ready for things to get Worse? This here, is the timestamp moment. (MHA ch 267) 8) “Oh hey look, it`s the doc and Shiggy`s tube, geez, I wonder what Mirko is gonna do to them, I just bet is gonna be really fun, Shiggy is full of energy and ready to play a lot with his friends (:  “ - His alarm clock’s gone off, and he’s cranky after being forced into an early rise. (MHA ch 267) 9) “AND IT WAS ENDEAVOR! HELL FUCKING YEAH, HE AT LEAST MANAGED TO SAVE MIRKO`S LEG FROM BEING SENT TO THE SHADOW REALM

AND OH JESUS, NOW THAT`S THE POINT OF NO RETURN

THAT LEG IS GONNA HIT THE TANK

AND BOY OH BOY, THIS MEAN THE NEXT CHAPTER IS TRULY GONNA BE LIT.”- No, the next chapter was the hope spot that things weren’t about to go to hell for everyone. But as Tomura awakens, that hope dies. (MHA ch 268) 10) “I don`t even remember who the fuck those last two were supposed to be. I think I saw them with the rest of the group, but I have no idea what their names were.”- Well, the guy on the far right might as well be called ‘dust in the wind’ considering his current situation. There’s literally no way he can do anything to save himself, and he knows it.

(MHA ch 268) 11) “ In which case better not let Present mic here, if he screams you can bet that Shigaraki is gonna wake up from his nap.”-Well, he screamed, and Tomura woke up after a moment or two, so I guess you were right. (MHA ch 269) 12) “I MEAN, SHIGARAKI WILL DEFINITELY NEED TO WAKE UP, THEY WOULDN`T AXE HIM LIKE THAT, BUT HOLY SHIT IF HE ACTUALLY WAKES UP NOW THIS WON`T BE PRETTY.”- Well, he’s awake now the main characters are out of the immediate firing line…shame about that ‘ranged’ aspect to his decay quirk now…. (MHA ch 269) 13) ”So, I think we`re approaching the end of this arc soon, and so… I think the Kaminari reveal is gonna happen soon, to keep the ball rolling and bring Shigaraki actually into play. “-Not quite the sequence of events that brought him back. That question will have to wait for another day. (MHA ch 269)

14) “AND HERE COMES REINFORCEMENTS

HO YEAH, WE`RE GONNA BE FINISHING THIS PART OF THE ARC PRETTY SOON.

and then… then I`m scared for what the future hold for us.”- So many targets, so little time to evacuate… (MHA ch 269) 15) “HOLY SHIT ITS ALL OF THEM

DRAGON LADY, ROCK LOCK, GRAN TORINO, THAT ENDEAVOR MUMMY SIDEKICK, I CAN SEE THE FIREFIGHTER FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER AND EVEN FUCKING MANUAL THERE

WE GOT THE WHOLE PARTY READY TO FUCK SHIT UP”-Or get their shit fucked up. Wanna bet on which of them is gonna survive this?

16) “IF NANA IS IN THERE, THEN THAT MEANS THAT THE PART OF HER WAS THE ONE THAT HAD THE PART OF THE PREVIOUS HOLDERS

DOES THAT MEAN THAT SHIGARAKI HAS A PART OF NANA THAT IS SOMEHOW CONNECTED TO THE PART OF NANA INSIDE OF MIDORIYA?

ARE THEY ALSO CONNECTED SOMEHOW?

IS THAT HOW HE KNEW?

OH THAT`S FUCKED UP, THAT`S GONNA FUCK THINGS UP”-

Reminder that AFO also somehow sense Izuku’s new Quirk’s awakening, so he’s also connected to that ethereal bond in some way. Stuff’s gonna get fully Harry Potter in here, with the big bad villain having a backdoor into the hero’s mind/soul. @thelreads

[helga-grinduil]

re-reading plw arc before s6 drops and...

me:

[remcadll]

:’)

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UM OKAY HORI