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My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #181-190

A collection of the MHA Coffee Shots I've done, complied for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from various seasonal events.

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181) Lee Bakugou, Ler Deku

“DEHEHEHEHEHEKU YOU FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!” Bakugou roared with laughter, struggling and kicking to no avail as his friend hovered over him, fingers deep in his upper ribs. “THE MOHOHOHOHOHOVIE ISN’T OHOHOHOHOHOVER!!”

Deku giggled. “You weren’t even watching it anyway!”

“LIKE HEHEHEHEHEHELL I WASN’T!!”

A particular dig into one of the blonde’s weak spots made him kick out in retaliation, catching the bowl of popcorn the greenette had placed – safely, he thought – on top of the coffee table and sending the kernels flying everywhere, showering down on them like rain.

They had, until moments before, been watching a popular anime-turned-live action movie together to unwind a little and start learning how to be proper friends again, but not even halfway through Bakugou had started to nod off, so Deku poked him playfully to keep him alert, and well…

“AHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” the blonde screamed, clamping his arms to his sides far too late to actually protect himself. His head was thrown back and a giant smile on his face as he cackled.

Deku giggled along with him, continuing to press and knead into that sweet spot between his ribs and armpits, enjoying himself very much despite the change in activity. Usually he was on the receiving end of this kind of treatment from Bakugou; it always felt nice to turn the tables on him when he could.

“GEHEHEHEHEHET OFF OF ME YOU SOHOHOHOHOHON OF A—!!”

“Language~” Deku warned teasingly, daring to lift his friend’s shirt enough to expose his tummy and blow a quick raspberry against the skin.

Bakugou went rigid, laughing so hard he went silent, wheezing out what giggles he could before taking a deep breath and rolling over to look up at the smaller boy, mirthful tears in his eyes. “Plehehehehease,” he begged, holding up a hand in surrender. “No mohohohohohore, Izuku!”

Deku grinned but did as he was asked and sat back, letting his friend sit up and catch his breath.

After a moment of regaining his bearings, Bakugou glanced around and muttered, “The fuck happened to the popcorn?”

“You kicked the bowl.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Deku shrugged, still smiling. “Not my fault you’re so ticklish, Kacchan.”

Bakugou had him pinned to the ground and begging for mercy through his own hysterical laughter in three seconds flat.

*

182) Lee Deku, Ler Kaminari

It was quiet out here.

Deku lay with his eyes closed, soaking in the ambient sound of grass and trees rustling in the warm evening breeze, the occasional cricket chirping. His life had become so chaotic recently, it was difficult to find a moment of silence to simply be with his thoughts.

Inside the dorms, the others were busy setting up for an all-night movie marathon – one that Deku fully intended to join and was looking forward to – but before that, he’d just…needed a minute. He’d observed the twinkling stars for a while, contemplating Shigaraki and All For One and the giant battle that was looming on the horizon sooner than any of them would like to admit. It had been a wonderful respite, but he knew that someone would be coming to get him any time now. In fact, he was surprised he hadn’t heard from anyone already. They wouldn’t have started without him, right?

“Tickle attack!” someone shouted, startling Deku out of his reverie, but not soon enough for him to avoid said someone pinning his folded arms behind his head to the ground and scribbling wildly into his armpits.

“EEEK!! Ehehehahahahahahaha wahahahahahahait!” he cried, bursting into happy giggles quite freely, though his body instinctively squirmed and kicked at the feeling. It had been so long since he’d been tickled at all, let alone surprise attacked like this – he loved it already, and he didn’t even know who was behind it yet.

“Gotcha, Midoriya! Whatcha doing, huh? Stargazing?”

It didn’t take him long to place the teasing voice.

“Kahahahahahaminariehehehehehehe!” he squealed, his helpless position only adding to his ticklishness. “Ahahahahahaha, plehehehehehehease!”

The blonde grinned down at him, sparks flying between his fingertips. “Oh? You want the full tickle treatment, huh, Midoriya?”

Deku couldn’t help but squeal in panicked excitement. “Nononono, not thahahahahahat, please – DEHEHEHEHEHENKI!!”

Above him, Kaminari giggled along with him for a few moments as he activated his quirk just enough to add an extra ticklish jolt to his system, making Deku laugh so hard he went silent, shaking his head and kicking his legs in defeat.

“All right, all right – I think you get the message.” The blonde climbed off of him and ruffled his hair. “It’s movie time, bro! Let’s go! We’re starting in five!”

By the time Deku had recovered, Kaminari was back in the dorms.

The greenette grinned and took off after him.

It was movie time!

*

183) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

Kirishima watched Bakugou for a full minute before saying something. He’d fully expected the blonde to either give up or find another way, but when neither of those happened the redhead said, “You know there’s a stool, right?”

Bakugou whirled around, surprised but trying to mask it with a scowl. “I don’t need it! I’m not short!”

“Didn’t say you were.” Kirishima smirked. “But I think it would make whatever you’re trying to do a little easier.”

The blonde gave him a scathing look and waved at the frozen waffles sitting on the counter beside the fridge. “The hell does it look like I’m doing?”

“Trying and failing to make breakfast, if I had to guess.”

“Tch.” Bakugou turned his back to him and resumed reaching for the toaster that sat on top of the fridge in their dorm’s kitchen. “Screw you, spiky hair. I don’t need a damn stool.”

Again, Kirishima stood there watching him struggle, although this time his friend kept glancing over his shoulder, fully aware he had an audience now. Knowing arguing was useless, the redhead shrugged and continued his stride into the kitchen, pretending to just let Bakugou do what he wanted.

Until he got right up behind him, scribbling his fingers into the blonde’s exposed armpits.

“GAH!!” Bakugou screeched, bringing his arms down so hard he jammed his elbow on the fridge handle in transit. “Asshole, stohohohohop it!”

“You’re in the way,” Kirishima replied playfully and reasonably. “Some of us actually want to get started with our day. I need orange juice.”

“Juhuhuhuhuhust ask me to mohohohohohove, then, idihihihihiot!” Bakugou cackled, squirming and wriggling uselessly as his redheaded friend continued to dig into his weak spot. “Gahahahahaha, quihihihihihit it alreheheheheady!”

Smirking, Kiri did as he was asked and let up, allowing his friend to collapse against the counter to catch his breath. Acting completely unbothered, he opened the fridge, retrieved the orange juice – they’d have to restock, he noticed – and set it on the counter beside the waffles. Then he moved the stool that was sitting on the other side of the fridge around to the front and stepped up on it, reaching to retrieve the toaster.

Bakugou struck, as Kiri knew he would, but only to find the redhead’s skin was hardened and un-tickle-able.

“Jerk! What, you can tickle me but I can’t tickle you back?” the blonde grumbled as Kiri set the toaster down and turned to grin at him.

“Not when you’re being this stubborn,” he teased, raising wiggling fingers to him again. “I think someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“Kiri, don’t you d-AHAHAHAHAHARE!!”

They got to their breakfasts…eventually.

*

184) Lee Dabi, Ler Hawks

Dabi’s first reaction was to tense up when he felt someone come up behind him. In his line of work, it was always dangerous to be snuck up on. But the touch that followed was gentle – arms wrapped around his middle and feathered wings encircled him like a protective cocoon – and then the villain found himself relaxing into the only person he’d ever let his guard down for.

“Gotta quit doing that,” he muttered halfheartedly, closing his eyes with content upon feeling his partner’s face press into his back.

Hawks’ chuckle was soft. “Nah.” He held him in silence for a long minute, then said, “Something’s up with you.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.” The hero hugged him closer. “Won’t you tell me about it?”

Dabi rolled his eyes. How did his boyfriend always know when something was off? It was unfair. He could almost never read him in return.

Which is probably why Hawks’ next words startled him so much.

“Tell me, or I’ll have to tickle you.”

The villain tensed a second time, but he didn’t try to run. Not yet. “There’s nothing the matter – h-hehehey!”

“I warned you.” Hawks’ voice was warm and playful, and his fingers gently tracing up and down Dabi’s skin were very, very ticklish.

“D-Dohohon’t, you stuhuhuhupid bird – shit!” The brunette bit back a snort when his boyfriend squeezed his hips, making him jerk in surprise. He tried to dart forward and away, but Hawks was strong, and he still had the feathery cocoon to deal with, which now felt more like a coffin with the way the feathers were twitching, eager to join in.

“Tell meeee~” Hawks sang annoyingly, purposely brushing his weapons along his partner’s neck and ears, his arms.

“I hahahahahate you – fuck, okay, okahahahahay!” Dabi relented quickly, a tweak to his ribs the final straw. “Stop already, you ass! I’ll talk, okay?”

Hawks snuggled into him again. “That was surprisingly easy. Did you want to tell me but just needed a little encouragement? Hmm?”

“Shut—”

“You wanted me to tickle it out of you, Daaabi?”

The villain’s resolve quickly snapped back into place as he broke free of his boyfriend and turned with a playful snarl. “You know what? Screw that!”

He tackled Hawks to the ground, and soon enough it was the hero who was being tickled into submission instead.

They could talk about the other stuff later.

*

185) Lee Todoroki, Ler Kaminari

“Ooh, Toshi, look! Look at that giant leaf pile!”

Although he wasn’t Toshi – Deku’s nickname for his boyfriend Shinsou – Todoroki turned and glanced at where he was pointing anyway, as did the other two boys with them.

“Yo, that’s gigantic! How long do you think it took them to do that?” Kaminari asked in awe.

Deku was beaming from ear to ear, tugging at his boyfriend’s hand. “Come on, Toshi! Let’s jump in it!”

Shinsou gave his partner a soft smile. “Knock yourself out, babe. I’m good.”

But Deku was having none of that. In the next instant he’d used his super strength to pick Shinsou up and race toward the pile, ignoring his halfhearted protests as he leaped into the air and sent them both crashing into the dry leaves, disappearing from view completely for how many there were.

Todoroki watched on in fascination, surprised when after a moment, Shoji came up beside him and said, “No one will think twice if you want to do it too, you know.”

“Oh. It’s…not that, it’s just…” Todoroki averted his gaze as the lovebirds clambered out of the leaves, laughing and play wrestling. He always hated admitting that he hadn’t done something that normal kids would have done growing up. “I’ve…never…”

Kaminari overheard and turned to smile at him. “Dude, all the more reason to go for it! Come on, you’ll never find a pile of leaves more fitting. They’re begging to be jumped in!”

“I…I don’t know. Aren’t I kind of old for that?”

“Are you saying we’re all old? Those two just did it. You can, too!” Kaminari skipped over to him and started nudging him toward the leaves from behind. “Come onnn, you know you wanna~”

He did want to. He felt oddly giddy at the thought of abandoning his façade and just jumping in without a care in the world. But…

“Ah! N-Nohohohoho, hey! Don’t tihihihihickle me!” he suddenly found himself giggling, Kami’s fingers curling into his ribs from behind as he pushed him onward. “Ehehehehehehe, Kahahahaminari!”

“Jump, jump, jump!” the electric teen began to chant, joined swiftly by Shoji and finally Shinsou and Deku as they caught on to what was happening.

Todoroki squealed at one more purposeful tickle to his sides, then finally took off at a sprint and launched himself into the leaves.

It was prickly and damp and smelled of dying foliage, but as Todoroki emerged back into the fresh fall air, grinning from ear to ear, he couldn’t help but feel it was the most comforting thing in the world.

He’d be picking leaves out of his hair for the rest of the afternoon.

Totally worth it.

*

186) Lee Kirishima, Ler Mina

“M-Mihihihihina! Wahahahahait, I’ll screhehehehehew it up!” Kirishima whined through his giggles, squirming in place as she dug into his sides from behind, holding him firmly but not firmly enough that he couldn’t get away if he wanted to.

“Whaaaat? I’m just motivating you!” she teased, propping her chin on his shoulder as she tickled, grinning at his trembling and snickering form. “You did the eyes just fine. Now he needs a biiiiiig smile!”

Kiri clenched the carving tools harder in his hands as he arched his back, trying desperately not to accidentally hurt either one of them. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Quit being a wimp, spiky hair,” Bakugou grumbled from across the circle, smirking knowingly at him. “You can’t fool any of us, you know.”

“Yeah, man, you love a challenge! Especially when it’s a tickly one~” Kaminari added, sparking his fingertips and making their redheaded friend cackle even more.

The five of them were sat in a circle together, each with a pumpkin to carve for Halloween. Mina and Bakugou both had white pumpkins while the rest had the typical orange ones, and speedy worker that she was, Mina was already finished with hers. Hence her scooting over to Kirishima and daring him to try and carve the rest of his pumpkin while she distracted him.

He had yet to try and move his tools back to the task at hand, though.

“Come on, Kiri~” she teased into his ear. “Give him a big, ticklish smile, yeah?”

He jolted when her fingertips grazed his ribs. “Whyyyyy?!”

Sero chuckled from the opposite side of him and set his tools down, curling his fingers teasingly. “I can always give you an extra boost if she’s not giving you enough motivation.”

“Nonono! I gohohohohot it, I got it!” Kiri screeched, finally raising trembling hands to his pumpkin, hardly daring to try and make the first carving. He just knew he was going to mess it up. He could always do another one later if he needed to, but…

“Yeeeep!” he squealed when she found his ribs again, digging into his pumpkin canvas accidentally, making a wide line from just beneath its eyes to nearly the bottom of it. “Mihihihihihina!”

“Uh-oh! Guess you’ll have to make a laughing pumpkin now!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his waist and dragging him away from the task at hand, all pretenses out the window. “Here, let me inspire you some more!”

“Mihihihihina – wait, no, guhuhuhuhuhuys!” Kirishima shrieked with elated panic when Sero, Kaminari, and Bakugou all dove for his now prone form as well. “Waitwaitwait, this isn’t fahahahahahair! GUHUHUHUHUHUHUYS!!”

When it was all over, everyone agreed that Kirishima’s pumpkin came out looking the best.

*

187) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

The body behind him shivered, then snuggled closer to Todoroki instinctively. The half-and-half boy realized he was lying on his left side; therefore Bakugou wasn’t able to warm up like he usually did when they cuddled together.

Wordlessly, Todoroki rolled over so they were facing each other and wrapped his left arm around the blonde’s bare shoulders, hugging him close and warming up that half to help stave off the cold.

Bakugou relaxed almost immediately. Todoroki smiled gently at him, his eyes catching on the open window behind his boyfriend, allowing a cool night air to seep through. They really should close that; it was getting too cold overnight to keep it open anymore.

“Thanks, Shoto,” Bakugou murmured, curling in on himself as he cuddled closer to Todoroki, making his boyfriend’s heart expand with undying affection and happiness.

“Anytime,” Todoroki replied in a soft whisper, taking in his sleepy partner’s face. The flutter of his eyelashes, the slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw…the peppermint hero could never get enough of him. He loved every part of his grumpy partner, especially when he was smiling and snuggly like he was now.

Absently, he trailed a finger from the back of Bakugou’s neck to his shoulder blades and finally his spine, making the blonde let out a small gasp and arch into him, eyes cracking open in weak protest. “Shoto.”

“Can I?” Todoroki asked, suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to tease him, to warm him up in a different way. “Please?”

Bakugou locked eyes with him for a long moment, then sighed and covered his face with his hands as he muttered, “Fine.”

Todoroki beamed and dragged his fingers around to Bakugou’s side, gently scribbling along his lower ribs and belly. His boyfriend squirmed but tried not to roll away, reluctant giggles spilling over his lips in a sleepy cascade.

Then, remembering the way he’d shivered and gotten them into this position, the heterochromatic boy got an evil idea. He smirked, sneaking his right hand into the fray, dragging ice-cold fingernails down Bakugou’s chest to his belly while still pinching his ribs with the left hand.

 Bakugou gasped in surprise and rolled onto his back, but Todoroki followed him quickly, lying on top of him to keep him still while alternating warm and cold tickles to his bare torso. The blonde snorted and squeaked. “Stohohohohohop, you jeheheheheheherk! I’m cohohohohohold!”

Todoroki pressed a quick kiss to his lips and whispered, “Not for long~”

*

188) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

If you’d asked Deku how he managed to lose his boyfriend in a pet store of all places, he would have pouted and proclaimed that it was Shinsou’s fault for wandering off in the first place. Yet here he was, diligently scouring the aisles for his partner and continuously coming up short. Dogs, cats, birds, fish, rodents – he went through them all, but there was no sign of the purple-haired boy anywhere.

Then suddenly, Deku saw him! All the way in the back at the adoptables section – the last place he should have been. The greenette hurried over to stand beside him, but Shinsou barely looked his way as he approached, his eyes focused on something behind one of the glasses, looking completely and utterly in love.

Deku was only a little bit jealous.

“What are you staring at?” the smaller boy finally asked, trying and failing to see what had captured his attention.

“I’m staring into the void,” Shinsou murmured, unmoving and unblinking.

Deku felt a pang of concern. Was his boyfriend okay? He was almost…hypnotized.

Then he saw a pair of eyes blink, and he understood.

“Oh, there’s a cat in there,” he said.

“This beautiful baby is not just a cat. He is my soulmate.”

“Hey!”

“Look at his little face!”

Deku had to admit the cat was adorable, but just to mess with his partner, he mused, “You know, I’ve heard that black cats are bad luck—”

Shinsou whirled on him, aghast. “Don’t you dare say that!”

At first Deku panicked – he’d only meant it as a joke – but then he saw the wicked glint in Shinsou’s eyes moments before there were hands around his waist, thumbs dangerously close to his hips.

“Take that back,” the purple-haired boy warned.

Deku glanced at the cat, then back at his partner. “T-They’re not really bad luck.”

“Now, help me find someone to fill out the adoption papers.”

“Toshi, you can’t bring a cat back to the dohohohohohohorms! Hey!” Deku squealed, slapping a hand over his mouth as he succumbed to his giggles while Shinsou mercilessly drilled his thumbs into his hip bones right there in public. “Nohohohohoho! Someone will seehehehehehehehee!”

“We’re adopting him.”

“We cahahahahahan’t!”

“This cat and I were meant to be together. The red string of fate has bound us.”

“I’m beheheheheheheing upstahahahahahaged by a cahahahahahat?!” Deku whined, squirming and pushing uselessly. “Shihihihihihihihihinsou!”

They didn’t go home with a cat that day…but only because Deku promised to let Shinsou do a lot more than just tickle him in return.

*

189) Lee Deku, Ler All Might

Deku was lost in a world of laughter so intense he had entirely forgotten why he’d been so worked up just a minute ago. He squealed and squirmed as All Might loomed above him, tickling the ever-loving snot out of his ribs and sides.

“I seem to recall you having an especially bad spot, Midoriya,” the former pro hero mused playfully, grinning down at him. “Where was it again?”

“Nohohohohohohoho!” Deku whined through his giggles, both trying to roll out of his mentor’s lap and not getting anywhere at all thanks to his strong grip. Despite all the man had lost, he still had muscle enough to keep the hero in training in his place.

All Might smirked at his protégé, satisfied that he’d been able to erase his anxieties at least for the moment. The boy had come to him worrying about yet another aspect of the looming war ahead, and as soon as he’d invited him to sit on the couch with him, the master had struck, grabbing Deku and lying him down so his torso was in his lap, primed for a good tickling. It was obvious he’d needed it, and it had been a while since All Might had decided to play around with him in this way. It was overdue for both of them.

Now Deku’s flushed face and happy smile made All Might grin victoriously. The boy looked like a strawberry, and he hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.

“Where was that spot, Midoriya?” he teased, dancing all around it on purpose. He knew full well where it was; it was just fun to mess with him like this. “You know I’ll find it eventually.”

“Ehehehehehehehe! Plehehehehehehehease, All Mihihihihihihight!” Deku whined, though his efforts to get away were minimal at best.

“Was it here?” All Might teased, pinching his bottom ribs and making him squeak. “Or…here?” A skittering along his belly, which forced Deku to snort on an excited cackle, one foot kicking the air to alleviate the sensations. “Orrrr…maybe it was here?” Finally All Might pinched his hip, and Deku flailed so hard he nearly sat straight up again.

All Might quickly overpowered him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above Deku on the seat cushion beside him, using his other hand to scribble and dig ruthlessly into the boy’s weak spot.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA ALL MIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGHT!!” Deku screamed, tossing his head back as throes of laughter spilled out of him faster than he could keep up with. He struggled and kicked, but it did him no good. Or perhaps, he didn’t want it to. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Please what?”

“IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”

Exactly as he’d thought. Deku didn’t want this to stop. He’d needed this just as much as the hero had suspected.

“Does it? Well, then.” All Might found himself curling his fingers in a little more, drawing another scream of hysterical laughter from his student. “I must be doing something right.”

*

190) Lee Kaminari, Ler Shinsou

“Come on, Shin!” Kaminari said, tugging on his partner’s hand to drag him outside into the snowy morning. “These snow angels won’t make themselves!”

Shinsou allowed himself – begrudgingly – to be pulled into the cold air, bundled up in his coat and scarf. He loved the blonde’s enthusiasm, but… “How can you be so excited about this? Snow is just frozen water, and you don’t like water because of your quirk, right?”

“But snow is so pretty and fun! And you can make snowmen out of snow; you can’t do anything like that with water unless you freeze it.”

“What happened to snow angels?”

“I’m doing those first.” Kaminari grinned and pulled Shinsou even harder. “Come onnnn, you know you wanna make them with me!”

Shinsou opened his mouth to protest, but at that moment his boyfriend stumbled off the edge of the patio step – now hidden under the snow – and went tumbling, taking the violet-haired boy with him. They landed in a heap, one on top of the other, and were instantly met with just how freezing cold it really was out here.

“Are you okay?” Kaminari asked, laughing as he splayed his arms out to the sides to immediately start making the wings of his first angel right then and there.

Shinsou stared at him incredulously, then went for the only tickle spot he could easily reach under all these layers of clothes – the blonde’s knees. “You did that on purpose!”

“Eeeek! I did nohohohohohohot! Shinsou!” Kami squealed, his hands flying down to try and stop his partner, effectively messing up the masterpiece he was attempting to create in the snow. “Dohohon’t! It tihihihihihihickles!”

“Does it? I couldn’t tell,” Shinsou teased, smirking. “But you deserve it! I wasn’t ready to jump into the snow yet, and you dragged me down into this freezing hell with you!”

“I’m sohohohohorry – ACK!! Waitwaitwait not underneheheheheheath! BAHAHAHAHABE!!” Kami tossed his head back and shrieked as Shinsou found the weak spots along the backs of his knees, making him collapse in laughter, giving up on his angel – and on escaping – entirely. “EHEHEHEHE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Shinsou grinned at him. “You know, maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all~”

[shinyhappysims]

Alright besties, a new gen has begun so you know what that means. It’s family picture day! If you want an idea of how good Jamilah and Niran were at indoctrination, only 3 of their children have children, their oldest child has only been married for 8 years, but they already have almost 13 grandchildren. Today’s update will be from Jamilah’s pov, with a few interjections from me. Despite how much she thinks she knows everything, she in fact does not. Enjoy!

Hello to my SISTERS in CHRIST! I have been active on this blog for MANY years so I think it would be a great idea to INTRODUCE my FAMILY to you ONCE MORE!

My name is Jamilah (49) and I have been married to my WONDERFUL HUSBAND Niran (54) for 30 years! We have been working DILIGENTLY together to lead the people of TOMARANG to Christ! We, along with a few of my cousins, established a church here that has nearly 100 MEMBERS! Our work is not finished, however, until EVERY knee in Tomarang bends to the Lord!!!!!!!

God has blessed Niran and I with SEVENTEEN children! Out of them, 10 still live at home with us: Blessing-Belle (21), Angel-Gabriel (17), Andrew-Redeemer (15), Heavenly-Rose (14), twins Disciple-Phillip and Noble-Peter (11), twins Mark-Patriot and Liberty-Sue (10), Kathryn-Praise (7) and Hallelujah-Mae (5). Every day spent with them is a TESTAMENT to God’s GRACE! Also, if you know any ELIGIBLE young men please direct them to my DEAR Blessing-Belle.

My OLDEST SON Arrow-Michael (30) is married to Kanyawan (31), with whom he shares 6 BEAUTIFUL children: Baifern (7), Pimnara (5), twins Cherprang and Adisorn (4), Navin (1), and Kannika (0). Arrow-Michael works hard as a police officer here in Tomarang, while Kanyawan does her DUTY of homeschooling Baifern and minding after the little ones! I am very TOUCHED to see my son life his live in a way that is PLEASING to Christ and continue to pass these TEACHINGS onto his children!!

My second son Courage-John (29) is married to Kimber (27) and has 1 daughter, Darcy (3) and just welcomed his NEW BABY BOY Wilder (0)! Courage-John resides in NEWCREST and works as a journalist for a CONSERVATIVE news outlet. The work he does is very IMPORTANT in a world that values the WOKE AGENDA and suppresses the VOICES of us GOD-HONORING Simericans! I have noticed that Courage-John and Kimber have ABANDONED a few values that they were raised with but they are STILL strong in the faith. I hope they do not waver much more!

The “wavering” in question is that Kimber now wears pants sometimes and they pop out kids at a slightly slower rate.

Honor-Luke (27) is married to Kimber’s IDENTICAL TWIN Lauryn (27)! They have 3 children: Lincoln (4), Hope (2), and Hadley (6m). Lauryn is also currently 3 months along with TWIN BOYS! They also live in Newcrest and Honor-Luke works in the tech industry. Like Arrow-Michael, Honor-Luke takes great PRIDE in training his children up in God’s Word and keeping GOD as the head of his household!

My FOURTH born and ELDEST DAUGHTER Glory-Jane (25) is STILL missing! I PRAY for her safe return!

Janie lives happily alone in San Myshuno, working as a model and actress. She’s booked and busy and never coming back lol.

Emmanuel-Paul (23) lives with his wife Desta (23) in Sulani. I did not FULLY approve of their relationship, so I don’t have as much CONTACT with my SON as much as I would like!!! Emmanuel-Paul is a marine biologist and APPARENTLY Desta works OUTSIDE THE HOME as a lifeguard. If a woman MUST have a career, I find GALLAVANTING around the beach in a swimsuit to be a DEGRADING one, but it seems her HEADSHIP has no problem with it. From the FEW conversations I have RECENTLY had with Emmanuel-Paul, he insists that God has laid it on his heart to not have children until he and Desta were more “STABLE”. There were certainly days where Niran and I were short on FUNDS or PATIENCE but that’s why we TRUSTED in God!!!! I hate that my son doesn’t see children as a BLESSING but rather as a BURDEN!!! While they don’t have children, they do raise a CAT together. I’m SORRY I can’t RECALL the little one’s name right now. A cat isn’t a replacement for a SOLDIER in God’s army anyways!

The cat’s name is Piccolo. She’s so insufferable. And I don’t picture these two having kids at all actually, or at least for the next 10 years. They also aren’t religious anymore. Saying that God laid something on his heart was just Manny’s way of getting Jamilah to not question it.

Blessing-Belle’s TWIN Mercy-Marie (21) just got married to Emery (22) in a GORGEOUS ceremony in San Myshuno. They are heading to their honeymoon in TARTOSA soon! Emery and Mercy-Marie both have their own ONLINE MINISTRIES catering to men and women. I know from EXPERIENCE that it’s a beautiful thing to SPREAD the word of God as a COUPLE.

Then there’s Sunday-Grace (19). She ACTUALLY still lives with us but that’s not for long as she’s ENGAGED to Cameron (23). Cameron does the online ministry ALONGSIDE Emery. Sunday-Grace is excited for the move to San Myshuno and to be entering the HIGHEST CALLING for a woman: a housewife and mother!

[cigarettesaftersae]

Homesick 07 - you're here, that's the thing

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | childhoodlovers!au

Stuck in a small town near the coast with a previous crush on a boy who returns after years

Week 1 - Monday

So here you are, situated across the seat from Sae again. Same small restaurant, even the same waitress, same icy gaze fixed on you except it’s Monday. You felt as if yesterday was Monday.

“So, do you have any hobbies?”

“I practice my pass for a few hours.”

“I mean, beside soccer? Do you like drawing? or reading?”

“Reading is fine.”

“Really? What books do you like to read?” It’s almost as if you were talking to a wall. He’ll warm up right?

“Margaret Atwood”

“That is the last thing I thought you might even read.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sae rises an eyebrow at you

“Nothing! I love Margaret Atwood. She’s a wonderful writer.” Your defensive mechanism actives, your hands slightly in the air like he was a police officer

“You’re a writer” he mentions with an almost unreadable expression—curiosity, skepticism, or maybe mild amusement? You couldn’t tell.

“That I am,” you confirm, sitting up a bit straighter. “Why? Do I not seem like one?”

“No, you do,” he says, pausing to take a sip of water. “Writers usually talk a lot.”

You blink, caught between being mildly offended and intrigued. “Well, excuse me for trying to have a conversation. It’s not every day someone admits they read Margaret Atwood.”

“Do you think I just kick a ball around all day?” His eyebrow quirks again, a subtle challenge in his tone.

“Honestly? Kind of,” you reply without missing a beat. The corner of his mouth twitches—was that a smile? Almost. “So, are we talking The Handmaid’s Tale or Oryx and Crake?”

He leans back, crossing his arms. “Cat’s Eye. It’s a good portrayal of memory and rivalry. Realistic.”

“Wow, you’re full of surprises,” you say, genuinely impressed. “Maybe I’ll lend you one of my stories sometime.”

“You think I’d read them?”

“I mean, if you’re quoting Margaret Atwood, there’s hope,” you tease.

For the first time that evening, his gaze softens just slightly. “Maybe.”

It’s not much, but you’ll take it. The ice was thinner now. Perhaps by Thursday It’ll be better.

Week 1 - Thursday

‘I have to cancel today’s lunch, I have too many reports to finish I’m sorry, next Monday is my treat. All of it (;_;)’ Your thumb hovers over the send button, nervous and anxious how he’d react to this. With a quick swipe, you hesitantly hit send. Life loves being rough on you, only now did you just start getting along with Sae but your class by the last minute just had to upload an assignment by which was due tonight.

Your phone buzzes almost instantly. His reply is blunt: “You could’ve just said no earlier.”

The words make you wince, and you stare at the screen for a moment, unsure how to respond. You type out several drafts of a reply—apologies, justifications, even something defensive—but none feel quite right. Finally, you settle on a simple, “I didn’t know until this morning. Sorry.”

The message goes unanswered for hours, leaving a heavy pit in your stomach. Was he actually upset? You try to focus on your assignment, but the tension keeps nagging at you. You replay the past few days in your head, wondering if canceling lunch was enough to undo the tentative progress you’d made with him.

By evening, you’re half-convinced you’ve ruined everything when your phone buzzes again. The message is short, almost indifferent: “Don’t forget Monday.”

Relief floods through you, though his detached tone lingers in your mind. Was this his way of brushing things off, or was there still some lingering irritation? You decide not to press your luck, resolving to make next Monday’s lunch worth it. For now, you focus on finishing your assignment, the weight of his words slowly fading but not entirely gone.

Week 2 - Monday

By the time you arrive at the small restaurant, Sae is already seated, his usual calm demeanor in place as he scrolls through his phone. The sight eases some of your nerves, though the memory of his curt response on Thursday still lingers in your mind.

You slide into the seat across from him, offering a tentative smile. “Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“You’re on time,” he replies, setting his phone down. His tone is neutral, but there’s something about the way he studies you for a moment that makes you feel…seen.

The waitress appears with the menus, but Sae waves her off. “We’ll have the lunch set,” he says simply, glancing at you for confirmation. You nod, grateful he remembered your preference.

As the meal arrives, Sae seems quieter than usual—not cold, but thoughtful.

As the meal winds down, Sae surprises you by lingering over his tea, glancing out the window. Usually, he’s the first to signal the end of lunch, but today, he seems content to let the moment stretch a little longer.

“I wasn’t upset about Thursday,” he says suddenly, catching you off guard. “I just don’t like last-minute changes.”

The admission is so uncharacteristic that it takes you a second to respond. “I figured,” you say softly. “Still, I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair to you.”

He nods, as if accepting your apology, then stands. “Next time, don’t cancel.”

There’s no heat in his words, just a quiet assurance that surprises you. As he walks to the counter to pay, you can’t help but feel that, in his own way, this was his version of an apology too.

Week 2 - Tuesday

The doorbell rings, and you rush over to greet the customer, only to find Sae standing there.

“Sae, I thought you were off today?” you ask, blinking in surprise.

“I am. I have practice in a few hours,” he replies evenly. “I wanted a cup of coffee.”

“No sugar, but cream, right?” you say, recalling his usual order.

He nods, his gaze steady on you. “You remembered.”

You laugh lightly as you step behind the counter to prepare his coffee. “It’s not that hard. You’re one of the few who keeps it simple.” As you work, the silence stretches, but it doesn’t feel awkward. When you hand him the cup, he takes it, his fingers brushing yours briefly.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice softer than usual. He doesn’t leave immediately, instead leaning against the counter as if debating whether to say more. “Did you need anything else?” You question with a soft smile

“No”

You nod, feeling like there’s more beneath his words. Before you can press further, he straightens, giving you a small nod. “See you later.”

And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you with the faint impression that these small, fleeting moments with him mean more than he lets on.

Week 2 - Thursday

The world is blanketed in white glitter snow, the cold bits your nose, leaves your toes frozen and numbly cold. You know what else the cold gives you? Coughing, sneezing, running noses even worse a stuffy nose so you can’t breathe in your new candle scent, Gingerbread Cookie by the way. You remembered Sae’s words “Next time, don’t cancel” and yet you break that forbidden promise with much guilt. You open the messages app, look for his name which pops up instantly. Forgive me.

‘I may or may not have to cancel today’ send

read. (instantly)

‘why’

‘I got really sick (；-◞౪◟-) ‘

‘and you might have to cover for me on Tuesday’

‘I’m coming over, Maria’s sending me to give you some food.’

You spring out of bed in a panic, your heart racing. You glance at yourself in the mirror and cringe—what a mess! You're wearing dinosaur pajamas, and you didn't even bother to brush your teeth this morning. You told yourself it was fine because you were feeling sick and needed the extra sleep. Without realizing it, you leave the text on read as you rush to get ready. You quickly brush your teeth, comb your hair, and apply a touch of pink chapstick, hoping it'll make you look less like you've just rolled out of a grave.

As you’re finishing up, there's a knock at the door. Your stomach does a nervous flip—why does the idea of seeing him in person always leave you on edge? You quickly wipe your hands on your shirt and rush to the door, trying to act as if you’ve got everything together, even though you definitely don’t.

When you open it, there he is—Sae, standing with a paper bag in one hand and an expression that could only be described as slightly amused. The cool air from outside drifts in, and you realize just how freezing it is, but it hardly seems to phase him.

“Maria said you needed some food.” He holds out the bag, his eyes scanning your appearance.

You force a smile, trying to play it off. “I appreciate it. Seriously, you didn’t have to.”

“I did. You’re not going to get better if you don’t eat,” he replies, his tone surprisingly firm. It’s strange, but you almost feel… cared for? His eyes soften as you take the bag from him. “You should rest more, not worry about lunch.”

“Yeah, I know…” You mutter, unsure whether to invite him in or just thank him and let him go. “How’s your practice going?”

“It’s fine. It’s always fine,” he says with a casual shrug, clearly not wanting to get into specifics.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure you’re a pro at this point,” you tease, hoping to lighten the mood. “Thanks again for bringing this over.”

“Are you alone?” Sae presses, his gaze a little sharper now, like he's trying to figure something out. His usual cool demeanor is tinged with a hint of concern—or is it curiosity?

You blink, thrown off guard. “Yeah, I’m alone. Why?” you ask, trying to mask the unease in your voice.

He doesn’t immediately answer, just tilts his head slightly, as if weighing your words. His eyes flicker around the room, noting the quiet atmosphere before landing back on you. “Don’t think I care or anything, Maria asked me.”

You stare at him for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Maria asked you?” you repeat, still processing what just happened. He doesn't wait for you to finish your sentence, stepping past you and into the room like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Yeah, she’s worried. Said you’re too stubborn to take care of yourself,” Sae replies nonchalantly, as he slips off his shoes and places them neatly by the door. It’s like he’s done this a thousand times before, walking into someone’s house with little regard for personal boundaries.

You blink, slightly overwhelmed by his confidence. “You don’t have to—”

“Relax,” he interrupts, cutting you off. “I’m just making sure you don’t collapse from being too sick to notice.” He sets the paper bag down on the kitchen counter, then starts looking around like he’s deciding where to place it. You’re frozen, caught between the shock of his boldness and the odd feeling that he’s genuinely trying to help.

He notices your hesitation and finally glances back at you, raising an eyebrow. “You got a problem with me being here?”

“Uh, no,” you stammer, still processing. “I just wasn’t expecting... this.”

“Whats your symptoms?” Sae ask going straight into questioning

“Uh, I have a fever and stuffy nose sometimes it’s runny— it’s in between and my throat kind of hurts, oh and a really bad headache…” Sae nods as you rattle off your symptoms, his expression serious, almost clinical as if he’s trying to diagnose you himself. “Sounds like you’re not just dealing with a simple cold,” he mutters, stepping over to the counter where you’ve left a few medicine bottles. His eyes scan the labels quickly before he looks back at you. “You’ve been taking anything for it?”

You nod, rubbing your forehead. “Yeah, I’ve been taking some cold meds, but they’re not really helping much. I think I might need something stronger.”

“Probably,” Sae agrees, clearly not impressed by the half-hearted attempt. He walks to the kitchen, his gaze never leaving you as if he’s assessing whether you’ll collapse at any moment. “Sit down,” he commands.

You blink, a little thrown by his sudden authority, but you obey, sitting down on the couch. Sae’s movements are efficient as he starts pulling things out of the paper bag he brought earlier. He places a thermos on the table, some kind of herbal tea, and a small packet of tissues.

“Don’t argue,” he says, catching your eye before you can protest. “Drink the tea. It’ll help with the throat and headache.”

You hesitate but follow his orders. “Since when did you become doctor?

“I took care of my brother when he was sick like this.” You grow quiet, every time the topic of his brother was brought up you noticed the atmosphere would change. “You must love him”

His eyes are looking away from you, and his mouth seems to not nudge a sound. “You should rest.” He says

“No.” You reject quickly.

“Can you not be stubborn? I came all the way here.”

“Its just… I get scary dreams when I’m sick. Last time I had a dream where food was trying to eat me.”

“Go” Sae's command is firm, and for a moment, you hesitate, caught between your reluctance to admit vulnerability and the strange sense of calm that his presence seems to bring. You open your mouth to argue, but something about the way he’s looking at you—his sharp gaze softened by a hint of concern—makes you stop.

"Go to bed," he repeats, his tone unwavering. “I’m not leaving until you rest.”

You sigh, knowing you’ve lost this battle. The last thing you want is to talk more about your dreams, but you can’t help the feeling that Sae’s insistence is rooted in something deeper. Still, you let the conversation drop, reluctantly standing up from the couch and heading to your room.

Sae follows behind, still watching you carefully. The room feels a little warmer, more comforting than it did before. The silence between you two is thick, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s just... different. You crawled under the covers, gaining more warmth like it was heaven’s light. Sae slowly steps out till he heard his name called “Sae?…Thank you.” You mumble with an opia

“Can you…stay? Till I’m asleep?” Sae breaths through his nose, exhaling. He pulls a chair and sits it near you. As you close your eyes, nostalgia creeps in your brain, You can almost hear your mama’s lullaby hushing you asleep. Nights like these remind you when mama took care of you, her gentle hand smoothing your head. Before you knew it, small snores leave your mouth.

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happy holidays(づ￣ ³￣)づ❤

[booklovingturtle]

THIS!!!!! I absolutely believe this and it’s 10009% canon in my brain

Roy is objectively an academic (ehm….NERD) so I fully believe that he was so focused on alchemy as a study that he never cared to pursue any relationships before going to Berthold. He might not have even had many friends as a kid either bc of his dedication to the science. I also wouldn’t be suprised if his aunt’s profession left him a bit of an outcast bc kids can be mean and society hates sex workers.

I also believe the age gap made it so he never considered Riza that way. Then he left for the academy and if he ever lost his virginity, it would have been there. However, even at the academy his goals were probably still the only thing he really cared about.

I definitely don’t believe he dated after the war for like a bijilion reasons, including the ones you mentioned.

When his relationship with Riza changed and he was left feeling SUPER confused internally. So if he did lose her virginity to her after they started working together, there would have been a LOT of mental barriers for him to work through to get to that point.

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Now when it comes to Riza I’m a little bit more unsure. I do think that it’s entirely plausible for her to have made it out of the academy a virgin and basically go through the same trauma/arc as Roy. But I also think, like Roy, her best shot at having sex would have been during the academy.

Unlike Roy, though, I think her childhood trauma (neglect, abuse, abandonment, etc) may have pushed her to seek comfort and human connection in whatever way she could get it. ( @lantur explored this idea super well in her Delicate btw) I can see a world in which Riza’s desire for love and affection pushed her to explore her sexuality. After Ishval, though, I doubt she continued any sexual activity.

Once she started to have feelings for Roy (or once her childhood crush came back) there was no one she wanted to have sex with more. For her, finally sleeping with him would have been way easier then I think it was for him.

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And in case anyone is wondering why bother to question the sexual history of blorbos…

I do think it’s worth pointing out that while FMA isn’t sexual in any way, it doesn’t shy away from discussing sexuality as an important part of humanity (ie Lust and Greed).

Plus Roy’s who shtick is being a lazy, himbo, womanizer and it’s canonically proven that 2/3 of that persona is false. I think it’s fair to question if that final third is completely false or just exaggerated. And also the whole part where he grew up around escorts.

Like FMAB doesn’t shy away from opening up a discussion about sexuality as a part of human experience so I think it’s fair to question how the characters in the universe express their sexuality.

Ok hear me out but I can totally see Roy Mustang being a 30 year old virgin

Like we know that he spent at least some of his adolescence in the Hawkeye’s home learning alchemy and I doubt Berthold gave him much free time to cultivate any sort of relationships, except maybe with Riza, but even then she’s four years younger than him so I think their friendship would be limited back then.

Then he goes straight to the military academy where it’s mostly men (I don’t believe we saw any women in the OVA episode and if there were any we can assume there are seperate barracks. We’re also assuming he’s not attracted to men even though I also love and accept bisexual Roy headcanon) and frat laws are enforced so not many options there.

Then it’s straight to Ishval where he gets unbelievably traumatised and comes out so self loathing I doubt he ever even considers the possibility of dating.

Now I hear you say “but he grew up in a brothel!” to which I say EXACTLY! He saw how his aunt and sisters used men’s sexuality as a weakness to exploit and blackmail them, so Roy is very conscious NOT to do that, instead twisting it to make it seem like he’s one of those men when in actuality he’s working with the girls.

Idk how much I actually believe this theory, but it’s definitely plausible. There are also moments where he 10000% had the opportunity to lose his v card (preferably with Riza Hawkeye, who I can very easily make the same argument about) and maybe he took that opportunity, who knows.

He’s also such a nerd I doubt he cared much about dating before the war.

Anyway, regardless I fully believe he’ll never confirm or deny anything, simply to keep the mystery alive.

[leafaske]

oh ding dang it finally happened guess i should draw something huh 🤔 maybe like a skeleton comic hmm... nah no one wants to see that 😏

[rox-of-iu]

to no ones surprise more of my special guy

[silusvesuius]

this tree from my new drawing looking goated afffffff 👑👑

[inksandpensblog]

Excellent post op, mind if I hop on?

Chosen uses his feet to fly exactly once. On Reddit.

Also text isn’t the only thing Chosen can eat with his pac-man mouth! In AvA2 he gobbles up several menu buttons as noogai is activating the antivirus.

(I do wanna note as an aside that Chosen actually isn’t unique in his ability to eat things that aren’t food, as we’ve seen Purple eat League data and we all know about Blue’s escapades…but he is still the only one with a mouth.)

It’s interesting that he doesn’t need the mouth to breathe fire but has used it when breathing fire anyway. I wonder if that means anything. (I once tried to figure out how many different fire-powers Chosen has by how the fire is stylized and whether certain stylizations correlate with how he uses it, since Dark’s fireballs are stylized very differently from the fire he uses to fly with; I failed because Chosen’s fire was animated differently in every episode of season 2 😭)

Thank you for emphasizing the lack of damage Chosen suffers from the vira-tech, as opposed to Orange. I've always found it interesting that Orange had visible wounds while Chosen didn't.

Also you’ve already pointed out the weather/cloud thing regarding his lightning, but something else interesting about his storm powers: of the three times he’s used them, he was only in the air for two, and both times he stopped using his fire to fly yet he remained in the air.

As for his vacuum-punch, as my discord friends call it, he does use it twice in The Flashback but the first time we actually see it is during his Return!

Interestingly, the Adobe debris seems to get pulled into it when he uses it here

(Would you believe I've been watching this series since 2017 and yet I only just noticed Chosen's double-jump for the first time earlier this year?)

Also Chosen has only said one word ever in his life.

Well, now that AvA 11 has put my heart in a wood chipper, let's finally get around to making a post about Chosen's powers! Which I've been meaning to do since I made my post about Dark's powers! Yippee!

(This post will contain no AvA 11 spoilers or screenshots, for the record.) (It is, however, very gif heavy, as a lot of their abilities/the examples I have are best viewed in motion.)

Like the Dark post, this isn't meant to criticize how anyone portrays Chosen's abilities. This is just a reference for what powers they're shown to have in canon, and how they seem to work. With that said, let's get into it.

Unlike Dark, Chosen never got any sort of power boosting/altering item (as of the time of writing, anyways). Their power set is straightforward, and largely consistent throughout the series. Most of the powers they have as of season 3, they've been shown to have had since AvA 2, excluding a handful of one-off abilities I'll make note of at the end.

Starting off with powers they share with Dark, and also their most used power, pyrokinesis. Their pyrokinesis seems to function pretty much identically to Dark's. They can fly, breathe fire, and throw fire as a projectile.

They're also shown setting themselves on fire, usually in a large, explosive blaze, which Dark is not shown doing.

And an interesting note: Chosen (and Dark too) seems to only produce fire from their hands and mouth. This appears to be true largely due to the fact that they only ever use their mouth or hands, even to fly, even when propelling themselves some other way may be more convenient.

I feel I should note here, as I said in the Dark post, that Chosen does not seem to be able to create 'fire bombs'. So far, the only characters shown to have that ability are Dark and Firefox.

They also share the heightened strength and resilience Dark has. Alongside this, Chosen seems to be resistant to deletion, being attacked by both Dark with the V blade, and the Virabots, multiple times, and showing no signs of the deletion that RYGB experienced, or even the physical damage sustained by Orange at Dark's hands.

Getting out of shared abilities, another common power of theirs is their lazer eyes. Able to cut through solid concrete, and the limbs of Virabots. They also seem to have a physical force to them, and can set things on fire.

They also have cryokinesis, the ability to create and control ice. They're able to create truly massive icebergs, and apparently also freeze themselves. Presumably, similarly to how their pyrokinesis seems to work, they likely have a resistance/immunity to freezing, hypothermia, etc as a result of this power, though that is largely speculative on my part.

I've seen people say before that Chosen seems to gain new powers sometimes, and I think they're usually talking about this ability or the next one I'll mention, but they've both been present since AvA 2!

Speaking of, they have... either electricity powers, or some sort of storm manipulation, I'm actually not 100% sure what's going on here.

They're capable of controlling/summoning electricity/lightning, but every time they do it, a storm cloud also forms. So... /shrug. Make of that what you will, I guess.

This ability does not seem to give them an immunity to electricity, much like electric eels.

Not totally certain if this counts as a power or not, but I have to make note of the pac-man mouth. What even is this thing (affectionate)

They can eat text, and breathe fire via this mouth. (Though it doesn't seem like the pac-man mouth is required for them to breathe fire, as they don't appear to use it in Wanted or The Box, despite breathing fire multiple times.)

This next part is where I'm gonna list all the powers that Chosen only uses once/a handful of times, and that don't seem to be directly linked to their other abilities in any way.

First up, in AvA 2, they double jump exactly once and never again. Please bring this back it's so unreasonably funny

The rest of their one-off powers come from season 2.

In The Chosen One's Return, they use some kind of golden wave attack to force the Virabot out of control of the PC, and back into a form that they can actually attack (and ultimately defeat). This attack seems to weaken the virus in some way, though it's not entirely clear why.

Also in this episode, we see Chosen create a Wifi portal for the first time. Some kind of white light appears, before the portal opens up under their hand. It's unclear if this is an ability unique to Chosen or not, but we also don't see them do this again after this moment.

And finally, in The Flashback, twice during the fight with Dark in their workshop, Chosen throws a punch that's surrounded by a swirling white light of some sort. It's very unclear what this is, or what it does exactly.

Good lord Chosen has a lot of powers. I guess they live up to their name??

I might make another post like this for Orange at some point, though I have a hunch that that would end up being outdated pretty quickly. Will probably do it anyways tho, if just for the sake of completing the set. That'd end up being a Lot of speculation tho, so...

[ikishima]

Some losers are clogging the death note tags with AI art. DN fandom… please stop interacting with AI & hyping these people up. We have SO many talented artists constantly contributing to the flow of beautiful fanart free of charge. There is literally no fucking reason to generate DN fanart (unless you get a kick out of destroying the planet).

The person I just saw doing this was also selling prints, it’s literally a grift at the expense of the planet & especially toward people living in areas that the climate catastrophe is affecting the most. Please do not waste your time, attention, or money on AI.

[milfbrainrot]

thinking a lot about separatist attitudes on here that have done more harm than good in the past

remembering how when i was younger it was common to reblog posts about discrimination etc with a disclaimer in ur tag that you don't personally experience what's being talked about, or at least something on ur blog listing out ur privileges. and like, privacy concerns aside, i also remember when it then became Problematic to do tags because it's a Reminder to the minority op that... other people exist and were trying to make the post about themselves or something?

like maybe the argument was that it came off like a way to get points for reblogging a post about oppression while not experiencing it urself, even though... in my experience the reason we did that was because our identity labels determined what we could/couldn't do in the eyes of our surveilling mutuals. if i reblogged a post about racism without clarifying my own identity, people might assume i wasn't white and put my opinions through a lens i shouldn't have had, because i also fully believed the idea that only people who experience a thing can have valid opinions on it.

it also determined whether you were Allowed to reblog posts with certain slurs, or reblog posts about something as simple as listening to music if it was from a blog with bpd in the handle but you didn't have bpd because listening to music with a mental illness makes it... different somehow. so you needed to be as transparent as possible so people could judge your morality appropriately and it was normal to want that because otherwise what are you trying to hide and don't you want to improve? etc. and i do think, superiority complexes aside, people did think they were doing a good thing when they'd send me asks like "hey you reblogged a video where a black person says the n slur but you're white so you shouldn't be communicating that by extension!!!"

like of course we have to keep our own privileges in mind when discussing certain topics. it does have an impact, something something intersectionality. but the culture around this being SO micromanagy and invasive seemed to create more divides because relating to people with different experiences was Bad and trying to be supportive was impossible to do in The Right Way.

we need to be more critical of the info we get, of course! but being in a tumblr sphere where you could only listen to minorities about their oppression meant that when some black blogger said it was fetishistic to find people of color attractive, i went "okay i won't do that then!!" instead of realizing... hey maybe barring myself off from finding anyone who isn't white attractive as an attempt to not be racist is in fact looping right back around to being racist. you need to be mindful of what that attraction entails and how to go about relationships fairly etc, but it was basically asking us to find people of color unattractive????? which kinda sounds fucked up!

and that doesn't even begin to cover how so many minorities have different opinions on things, and then i later realized if i could be wrong and change my opinions about things related to my own identity that's not a solid mindset to have. "listen to minorities instead of platforming oppressors about these matters" got totally misconstrued into listening to takes that make no sense from 15yr olds who had been identifying as lesbians for 2 months total, because ur made out to be an idiot who can't think for urself if you don't share an experience. i say this as a lesbian but lesbians seemed to spearhead so much aphobia that it was justified because welp, gotta listen to lesbians and other queer people about this even though they haven't yet unpacked the personal issues that come along with intersectionality yet! and ofc, ignoring the queer people who did support aces and aros because that was decided to be homophobic to do.

i think we can go forward into these conversations consciously without going so hard about it that we end up creating new walls between us and anyone different, but thinking it's okay because These Walls Say I'm A Good Person For It. like, back to the disclaimer tagging, i feel like if i made a post abt lesbian stuff and ppl were tagging it with a disclaimer abt being straight it would be weird but appreciated that it's solidarity from people i wouldn't have expected it from at the time.

i also think that having microlabels and split attraction and all these different ways of letting people embrace queer relatability (for example, since this applies to some things more than others) even if they're not the traditional definition of the label is a good thing because more investment and support for an oppressed community can only be a good thing in the end. but no, you can't have an icon of a character of color if ur white, even though doing so would help other people find the show and therefore support it!

we are all so much more similar than we are different and as long as people are mindful of their experiences versus those of others in the right contexts, and as much as i get why people did want to treat their tumblr circles like locked forums where they wouldn't have to deal with cis people asking questions or having misconceptions on their posts... i just don't think the infighty/hostile ways we went about it and still do go about it sometimes ended up as helpful as people treated it to be.

but whatever, tumblr is tumblr.

[popponn]

in general, sometimes i really wonder what sort of impression i make on this place

[adore-gregor]

🤞

[arsenicflame]

i do think being unconditionally loved is an experience that can be so so healing actually. it cant ever fix anything alone but to feel loved and valued and considered is something that makes carrying burdens just that little bit easier. to trust that youre someone they think about when youre not around, because they tell you. to feel like youre someone important to them because they tell you. to feel safe in knowing youre not being too intense, too annoying, too much, because everything you offer is offered right back without a seconds hesitation. this isnt something i ever thought id get to have, but i found it when i wasnt even looking. and no, it still isnt easy. it doesn't change most things. but it gives you a reason to try.

[unjest]

getting very close to the point I stopped back when I first saw the show (pretty sure I stopped around the end of season 2 because I got so pissed with how it was going I never bothered with season 3) so here's a non comprehensive list of things I completely forgot about that happens in the magicians

eliot's clay-golem and subsequent coma after the golem dies while he's possessing it

the whole cacodemon thing

Quentin gets possessed and almost killed by niffin-Alice

mayakovsky shows up again in season 2 and is like. Penny's mentor for a little bit

magic gets fucked up for everybody because ember took a shit in the wellspring

Raynard the fox's demigod son is a highly favored and successful us senator who has accidentally and unknowingly been using his extremely powerful innate magic abilities to win at politics

the temporary alliance between Julia and the Beast

ok circling back to the Alice possessing Quentin thing most of the time when they're depicting the possession it's with Olivia Taylor Dudley as just Alice with the understanding that everyone else sees Quentin but there's like a 10 second scene with like 1 line where it's just Jason Ralph and holy SHIT it's really good they should've done that more I love it when someone is acting as a different character pretending to be their usual character and it was pulled off soooo well for just those few seconds that I wanted to see more of it so bad it's not even funny. anyways

julia does war crimes against sentient trees

THE BANK HEIST EPISODE!!!!

I was going to end the list here but it won't let me delete this bullet point so I'll take the opportunity to say that I like Fen way more than I did back when I first watched the show. she's cool.

[lavender---sunshine]

in all seriousness i 90% sure im going to quit my job tomorrow and for a while i will have just enough money to live on and will have to spruce up my resume and job hunt and stress but MY GOD i need to do something else because this is making me suicidal

[musical-chick-13]

The THING is. When people (I am including myself in this) try to talk about how "Why is there overall less of an emphasis on women's stories and female characters and f/f shipping, especially when according to the stats we see being shared, fandom is significantly populated by queer women, hmm this seems a bit strange," there's ALMOST ALWAYS this assumption that it comes from a place of gender essentialism or purity culture or hating every single man for existing or something. ARE there some people who mean that? Yeah, there are going to be people like that in EVERY group of people who try to talk about anything. But when people complain about this, it's most generally because WE EXPERIENCE STRUCTURAL MISOGYNY IRL, AND NOW WE ARE EXPERIENCING THE SAME SOCIAL EFFECTS WITHIN SOMETHING THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE "FUN." THAT IS THE PROBLEM.

And this goes for when people try to talk about racism in fandom spaces as well. And ableism. And transphobia. And any other form of prejudice you can think of. Is talking about this in one (1) context that is not directly political going to forever eliminate bigotry? No. Obviously not. But the thing about systemic bias and prejudice is that IT IS PRESENT AT EVERY LEVEL, EVEN THE "FUN" ONES.