#oh yeah they had fucking LASERS it was CRAZY

[okcoolthanks]

I’m gonna make a tag for my updates playing ultrakill cause I think up some funny shit

[cumironi]

Enemies to lovers toji x fem reader!!!!! Theyre both in college and reader is usually really smart and focused n stuff but toji likes to tease her and yeah!!!!

THUNDERSTORM : TOJI FUSHIGURO

oh just how much you hate toji fushiguro, and the feelings are mutual. you are a calm, intelligent and focused person, while he's in the other hands annoying, stupid, arrogant and many other things you hate— you hate how he always makes your heart beat like a thunderstorm.

content warning: college! toji, non-sorcerer jjk, fluff! toji

i wasn't doing my best with this one but i hope you like it

“stop that.”

“stop what?” your eyes narrowed.

“doing that thing with your face when you're happy, it's making me nauseous.” he's looking at you as he's making a disgusted face. his index finger makes a circle while pointing at your face. your smile dropped and an annoyance sounds left your lips. you slam the tray and sit yourself beside the white-haired boy, gojo satoru. and there's that boy, in front of you eating his lunch with a disgusted face as he eyed you, toji fushiguro.

“get your nasty finger off my face before I break it,” your hands move faster trying to catch his finger only for him to pull away faster. “always so slow,” he mocked you. “oh fuck you, toji,” you spit to him, getting more annoyed each second you look at him. while the other boy just laughed. seeing how your face turned red from anger amused him. toji fushiguro always showed a liking every time spat at him, getting nastier and sassier each second. hands gripping on something tightly or just clenched your fist he's afraid you're gonna make your nail bleeding from your nail.

he loves how your eyes always look at him like you're on fire, how your pretty mouth insults him in the most hilarious way he could ever imagine. he loves to have the power of having a calm, pretty, intelligent person like you going crazy because of a person like him. a girl with patience like a saint always growling in anger every time he open his mouth. it's like watching a soap opera, for free. you, on the other hand, despise him with all of your heart. you hate the way his green eyes glisten when the sun hits, you hate the way his personality is embedded in each word when you read a poem about love, you hate the way his voice shapes into a melody and echoes his entire being, scaring you.

“what are you doing here, anyway?” satoru asked as he shoved a macaron into his mouth. you look at the man in front of you, feeling confused also. toji never sits with you and your friends, always with his suicide squad— sukuna and weird ass choso, you swear that guy always looks like his soul just gets sucked out of his body. “yeah, toji? what the fuck are you doing here?” you parrot, this time sassier and you glare at him.

“what? I can't have lunch with friends now?”

you and satoru look at each other before you roll your eyes, “can you please go be annoying somewhere that's away from me?” you asked, nearly begging. you're too hungry to deal with toji's nonsense and he's too insufferable to be around. “but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun,” he pouts, pretending to be sulking as he put his palm under his cheeks and battling his eyelashes. but you don't budge, just keep glaring your eyes to him hoping suddenly your eyes let out a laser that could kill him on the place.

toji sighs in defeat before he gets up throwing you a glance of judgement, “boo, you whore.” and with that he swings his ass as he walks away with a tray in one hand and the other on his jeans pocket— leaving you with mouth hanging open.

“fucking asshole.”

you feel something was throwing at you— hitting your back of the head. you're in class right now, trying to focus on whatever your professor was talking about. you try to ignore whatever that was throwing at you but each time it's getting bigger and you become more annoyed. so with the last patience you had left, you snap your neck to look at whoever it is— of course it's other than toji fushiguro. “what?” you yelled whispered. “let me borrow your pen,” he said, looking like an idiot with his slay grin, makes you more annoyed.

“no, shut up!”

you back to your position again and this time you're insisting on not gonna pay toji any attention. for a moment things got quiet and you don't hear anything from toji. but of course, that man wasn't letting you sit there in class and try to study quietly. you hear something from your behind that makes you turn around only to find already sitting there, smiling at you. “what the fuck are you doing?” your voice rough while you shoot a glance at your professor.

“i miss you,” he pout.

you look at him in disgust, “shut the fuck up toji, i'm trying to learn something here,” you grumble. that's only amused him more as he put both hands under his chin and battling his eyelashes to you. “make me, y/n,” he whispered, trying to be seductive as he snout his lips to you and making a kiss noise. you winces in disgust before shoving his face away with your hand.

“what the fuck is wrong with you..”

he just laughed.

you were walking on the hallway of your campus alone. book on your left hands and the other holding a cup of your coffee. you spend a night working on your project until morning and you haven't got a single sleep, so you really need caffeine to keep you awake. when you turn around the corner something big suddenly come out of nowhere, startled you by surprise.

“AH!”

you were so shocked that you fell on the floor along with your books and coffee getting you wet in the process. you look up only to find toji fushiguro hovering you. hands in pocket as he looks down at you. “you scared me,” you shriek. his shoulder move up and down as he shrugged, looking unbothered. “well, i'm naturally terrifying,” he said obvious, like it's was something natural and common. you scoff while rolling your eyes.

“nobody finds you terrifying, fushiguro.”

he frowned after hearing what you were saying, “that's not true, everybody finds me terrifying,” he said in defense. you snicker and cover your mouth, “you're delusional because I'm not finding you terrifying,” you mocked him. and toji doesn't seem like he's agree with whatever you just yapping about. his green eyes bore at you and he was silent for a moment like there's a war inside his head.

“what?” you feel annoyed as he keeps on looking at you with an expression you can't figure out. something you never seen on his face before, something unfamiliar. but he keeps his mouth shut, refuses to speak and entertained you with his lame answer but no, he just stood there looking like he just found something he's longing for who knows how long. his eyes, you can't stand it— worse, you were afraid of it. it feels like his eyes can touch you more than his hands ever could, that's the only thing about him that terrifying to you.

a hard covered book kisses his face harshly to snap him out of whatever he was in. he grimaces in pain and rubs the red on his forehead— where the book landed. “the fuck is wrong with you?” he yells in pain. “stop being a baby,” you dryly said to him. before he gets to let out a bunch of insults, your high pitched scream stops him. your white shirt covered with coffee making your boobs and bra look visible.

“oops,” toji laugh.

you who's still on the floor sending a tall man in front of you a glare. toji swear he can see the steam coming out of your ears. “look at what you've done!” you growl in anger. toji rolled his eyes bored before scoffing, “stop being a baby,” he mocked you— purposely throwing you the same sentence you just said to him. you clicked your tongue as you tried your best to clean yourself with hope in your heart that it doesn't leave a stain. toji just standing there watching you.

he let out a sigh before throwing you his leather jacket making you stare at him in confusion. “cover yourself, idiot.” and just like that he walks away, leaving you all confused and dumbfounded.

your day is always filled with toji fushiguro. every corner you go, fate seems to find it amusing when he's making your blood boil and your face turns red like fresh tomatoes, that's why it always sends him around, find you every time. you started to get used to his presence. you started to find the scar on lips look more stunning than it used to— especially when he's smile. you no longer feel scared when his green eyes flashed to you. his smile become sweet, different from the rest, from everyone else. you started to notice everytime he touches you it suddenly felt as if the stars dancing across your skins.

“your hands,” he said, softly this time.

you don't say anything, too amused with how beautiful he becomes after all this time, after you start to notice. like it has its own thoughts, your hands just move to the man in front of you, letting him hold it like it's always belonged to him, and it fits perfectly also. and then there's it, the stars thing again. something you're unfamiliar with but knowing you're gonna become an addiction of it, of his touch.

he slipped something on your ring finger. you look down to your hand, hand that he was holding. a ring with white bunny, matching with him as he shows you his hand. your heart smiles, followed by your lips but then it's beating faster, knocking your chest as if it's begging the man to hear. you scared so you look at him and your heart beating faster than before when you realize he's already looking, like a thunderstorm. “it's promise ring,” his voice gentle.

toji fushiguro, a man who couldn't go on with his day without hearing your voice, he couldn't go on with his day without feeling your eyes on him, without your presence around him— it feels like an addiction he doesn't realize, getting too attached to each second. when you're not around he's always looking for you, purposely making you mad just because he knows you're the most expressive when you with him, knowing only him that can makes you feel something you try to denied. he too, try to denied.

the feeling he has for you wasn't something he is familiar with and he's unhappy with that. he wants to quit because every time you walk into that hallway beautifully his head feels fuzzy and the world faded into the background like on the movies show, it's lonely and cold. and standing there with you, in the middle of your campus festival, where people and times move faster— but not faster as his beating heart.

“i'll pick your thunder,” he said, nearly whispering.

you didn't like this boy, you didn't find him attractive in a romantic way, his face wasn't something you'd be thinking about next week. he spoke and he sounded just like the others, a voice you wouldn't recognize again, but now he seemed gentle, so do for toji, he didn't like you last year, but now he started to notice the way you filling the room, expanding like a butterfly breaking free from the cocoon, it was hard not to notice you glisten when all eyes darted like spotlights on you.

when you speak everyone has no choice but to listen and indulge in your smile. or when the room is empty and moonlights spills in through a creak in the door. he starts to love the way your eyes gleam. you changes, you're no longer just a gentle looking girl. he didn't care for the soft waves in your hair but now he started to notice each wave, and the clothes that you wears, and the way that you stands, and smiles, and walks.

you find yourself not just listening but losing touch of things when he talks. he was just another head in the crowd, he was just annoying classmates that always fuming you, you wouldn't recognize his voice when he speaks, but now it is echoing in your mind out loud. he hasn't changed a bit but how something both of you overlooked become something both of you desire?

he didn't like this girl

and you don't like this boy

but you and him now sure do

how'd you do it?' you thought.

how'd you do it?' he thought.

how'd you make me fall in love with you?

[winterarmyy]

Just a passing thought but what if dark!stalker!bucky is infatuated with this lovely girl who he often sees at the local library…

He never approached her, of course. God, no. How can he? He was literally dripped with the vibe of a ‘serial killer’, dark and brood and dangerous and she was just everything soft and sweet. She’d be running scared if he approached her first. So he decided to be patient, to wait for the bunny to walk into the wolf’s den on her own. Though, that didn’t stop Bucky from watching her in the shadows, or sending death threats to all the men she went on dates with, or setting up hidden cameras all over her apartment. 

Bucky made himself comfortable on his bed, fingers lazily tapping on his phone, checking each camera to make sure none of them were out of order. “Perfect. Now, where’s my sweet bunny?”

Honestly, Bucky never expected anything from this, oh who was he kidding? He was kinda expecting to see her curled up in her comfy chair, buried behind a book like how he often sees her in the library and maybe see her spend hours on rubbing her skin with those perfumed moisturizer because she always smelled so fucking good.

I mean, he did see those things, but more. So much more. And he was not ready for it. He didn’t know why it never came across his mind, maybe because of how soft and sweet she was acting with other people but…. there she was; doing the weirdest, silliest, quirkiest, stupid things when she's alone.

Bucky is so baffled and confused at first; like how did this shy and quiet girl just change completely? Oh, but he loves it. He can’t remember the last time he laughed this loud, this genuine. Not since he fell off that train, not when he reunited with Steve just to be left alone again. 

Now? God damn, he laughs every day. Now, he is rolling on his bed, tears threaten to spill out from the corners of his eyes.

He just witnessed how she abruptly threw the knife and carrot in her hands at the sound of the Samsung washing machine going off from a distance. She glided and slid her way to the laundry room, as if drawn to the rhythmic beep. Her face was set with utmost seriousness, but her body began to sway, moving with the same well-choreographed dance that she always performed when lost in her own little world of domestic rhythms.

Her movements were both precise and fluid, a blend of graceful steps and playful spins while maintaining the same laser-focused expression on her face. She twirled in time with the washing machine’s vibrations, as if the appliance had its own secret beat that only she could hear. When the song ended, she straightened up and walked back to the kitchen. 

She picked up the knife and carrot with the same efficiency as before, seamlessly returning to the task of prepping her veggies as if the dance had never happened at all. 

Yeah, sure. Bucky jerked off to her some nights; of course he would . Especially when she was moaning and whimpering so sweetly as she played with her clit. But this? The random crazy shit she does? He loves to see it.

Fuck, he loves her.

“Oh, bunny. Looks like I’m gonna need to chase you now that you refuse to come to me.”

Just a thought tho...

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Lil wholesome story time: I'm currently in my 7th semester (last year of college) and we don't have many classes to attend, like I only have 3 classes and an internship. So to fill up my remaining credits, I decided to enter the Comics Class. It was a class from the Visual Communication Design major, but students from any other major can attend it as well.

Anyway, I went to the class, there were 70-ish students, we were divided into groups of 4, and got assigned to design a character for our comics. The four of us went crazy, talked about our characters and stuff, it was weird in the most fun way possible, but we were vibing with our characters.

We got carried away, and literally 15 minutes before the classes ended, one of us said "oh hey let's trade Instagram art accounts!" and one by one we had to say our usernames. When it's my turn, I said "it's sleepy, confused, potato."

One of my group of friends literally STARED at me with laser beam eyes. She said, "SLEEPYCONFUSEDPOTATO????" and I said "Ye--YeAaH????" She repeated, "THE SLEEPYCONFUSEDPOTATO????" and I nodded harder, "YEAH???? IT'S MY INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT-- I CAN SPELL IT IF YOU WANT--" as I opened my IG on my phone. AND THEN SHE BEGAN SHAKING AND MOVING HER KNEES AND COVERING HER FACE FLUSTERED AND THEN SHE SAID "I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!! I'M A BIG FAN!!!"

AND I WAS LIKE "NO FUCKING WAYYYY" SHE SAID "JADE RIGHT????" AND I WENT "OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD."

Her friend (from the same major) said that she's been looking for me all this time, like I've written on my bios that I'm from Bandung, same college, from this major, and bla bla bla. Turns out she's a fan of CoD as well and in Indo it's pretty rare to find a CoD fan irl. So then she decided to attend this comics class, and then suddenly they were grouped together with me without knowing that I'm that kid that she's been looking for it was fucking funny AJSDFLJAFDA 😂😂

Anyway she has an OC ship as well with Price and we screamed and fangirled together after the class it was super unexpected af and it certainly made my day.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Halloween, 1978

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: Ye I guess today is just one of those goin through it kinda days. I am excessively sad and i, like 90% sure its just the after affects...effects of my period. Its whatevs

Day 12: Cardiophilia

Eddie stands behind Buck, rubbing his shoulders 

“Come on man, come on you got this”

The crowd around them cheers as Buck shoots the little ping-pong ball into the cup and the other team loses. Eddie shakes Buck and they both cheer along, high-fiving and doing their stupid little dance they’d been doing all night every time they got a shot. 

Eddie’s so distracted (and drunk) that he hardly even notices you walk past, that is until he spins around to grab Buck another egg roll and splashes what’s left of his drink all over your nurse costume, and subsequently your chest. 

“Oh my god!” You shriek and his mouth flies open 

“Oh god! Shit, fuck, shit I’m so sorry I’m-“ 

“Take her to the bathroom upstairs!” Buck shoves him toward the stairs and Eddie grabs your hand, pulling you with him as he profusely apologizes the entire way up. 

He locks the door and rushes to get towels for you, he awkwardly pats your chest before just shoving the towel into your hand. 

You snort and turn toward the sink, to dab some water on the light stain and sigh. It’s difficult to clean it up at this angle… 

“Hey, Doctor?” You ask as you look into the mirror. 

Eddie had decided to be a doctor for Halloween, he’d done a couples costume with Buck who was the patient with a giant blood spatter all over his gown. 

“Yes, Nurse?” He chuckles, shaking his head and you smile 

“Mind if I borrow your lab coat for a while? I think it would be easier to clean this if I took it off” 

“Oh yeah of course” He takes it off while you unzip the front of your dress, he knows he should have looked away, but he couldn’t help himself. You look at him as you let it fall from your shoulders, he gulps as he keeps his eyes laser-focused on yours, no way is he looking down at that lacy bra and… and 

Okay, he was looking. The strings of your panties cling to your hips and he can’t take his eyes off of you. You smirk and turn to run your dress under the water and he shifts uncomfortably, discreetly adjusting his hardening cock. 

“So uh- if you- if you wanted some privacy?” He points at the door and you dry your hands, before slipping on the lab coat 

“No, it’s okay… I think that’s gonna take a minute to dry and I don’t know, I guess I’d be pretty bored alone. That is if you wanna stay” 

“No-no I’m so cool with staying- I’m… fuck am I good with staying”

“Uh huh, I bet” You smile, walking over to him. Your heels click against the tiles with each step you take, you reach out and grab his stethoscope, toying with it 

“This thing really work?” 

He smirks “Yeah of course it does… Why? You think you need a checkup?” 

“I don’t know… I’m feeling a little faint” 

You fan yourself playfully and he takes a step forward, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. He takes the end of it, putting it to your heart. 

“Mmm, I think I know the problem” His lips touch your throat and he can’t help but grin when he hears your heart rate pick up. His hand slides down your side as he kisses your neck and it goes crazy. 

“W-what’s my problem?” You whisper and he chuckles 

“I think your heart is beating too slow… we should seriously do something about that. Could be dangerous” 

“What do you suggest?” You mumble breathily and he looks up at you, nuzzling his nose against yours 

“Maybe a kiss? Just to start things out..” 

You nod slowly and he captures your lips, pushing you back against the wall, keeping the little circular part against your chest. He can hear the way your heart rate skyrockets as he kisses you, your soft moan amplified in his ears. 

“Mmmm taste so good“ He kisses across your jaw, leaving hot kisses in his wake, he feels you grab onto the front of his scrubs as he slots his thigh between your legs. You whimper and he growls as you begin to grind against it. 

“Soundin’ so much better baby girl” He pants in your ear “But you’re still not where I want you…” 

He takes your hand and puts it on the stethoscope to hold it in place before his fingers slip inside your panties. He feels your wetness and grins against your skin. 

“Maybe this will help… you gonna be a good girl and take your medicine?” His fingers find your wet folds and you gasp, immediately rolling your hips against him 

“Mhm” You mutter, your body shuddering and he shakes his head

“You don’t sound very convincing” He moves his fingers away and you whine, your hips chasing after him. He leans down again, his lips attaching to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.

“Yes Doctor, I’ll be good and take my medicine, I promise” 

Eddie groans against your neck, his fingers picking up speed as he thrusts them in and out of your tight heat. He can feel your walls clenching around him, your arousal coating his fingers as you work your hips on his hand desperately.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need” he encourages you, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast, squeezing your nipple through the thin lab coat. 

“You’re so fucking hot, Sugar. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”

He captures your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he continues to finger fuck you. He can literally hear you getting closer, your body tensing beneath his touch, your heart beating out of your chest. He’d never been harder in his life and he can’t believe listening to you is getting him so worked up. 

“Do it,” You beg, your body shaking under his “Just put it inside me please, I want you to b-bend me over and-“

His pants are down faster than you can even finish the sentence as he twirls you around, pressing you into the wall.

“You want this, baby?”He asks, his voice rough with desire. He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you.

“You want me to fill you up?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, thrusting forward and burying himself deep inside your tight heat. You both moan at the sensation, your bodies fitting together perfectly.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans, starting to move inside you. “So tight, so perfect”

“So yours” You purr as your head falls back against his shoulder. 

Eddie grins, his eyes dark with lust as he watches your face contort with pleasure. He loves seeing you like this, so lost in the moment, so desperate for him.

He picks up the pace, his hips slamming against yours as he pounds into your tight heat. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the small bathroom, mixing with your moans and gasps. Neither of you can even be bothered with wondering if anyone can hear you, the music is loud enough anyway. 

“That’s it, baby” He praises you, his voice strained. “Take it all. You’re doing so good.”

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’m going to fill you up so good, sweet girl. You’re gonna feel me for days.”

His hand snakes between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. He can feel you getting closer, your walls starting to flutter around his cock. 

His other hand comes up, wrapping around your neck and you hold onto his wrist. He can hear your heart pounding in his ears, it matches so perfectly with his he could cum right there. Your hot, breathy gasps, your high-pitched whining, it’s all in his head right now as you completely overwhelm his senses. 

“God Eddie you’re t-too big, too much”

You pant, your cunt fluttering around his cock, taking him deeper as pumps his hips into you. He feels his legs getting weak as you say that, his cheeks flushing pink. 

His grip on your throat tightens slightly as he feels your pussy clench around him. The thought of making you come undone on his cock is driving him wild.

He increases the pace of his thrusts, his fingers rubbing your clit harder and faster. He can feel his orgasm building, that coil so close to snapping, but he holds back, determined to make you come first.

“Cum for me”, His voice was low and sexy. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

He leans down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, marking you as his. His other hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you deeper onto his cock.

You shatter on his cock, your orgasm flowing through your body all the way to the tips of your fingers. His name spills from your lips over and over again as he keeps pounding into you, fucking you through the waves of pleasure.

Eddie feels your body shake and tremble as you come undone beneath him. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. He groans, his hips stuttering as he fights to maintain control.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasps, his hand tightening around your throat. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

 He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot seed. He moans into your mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

 You both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined, he can hear your hearts pounding in sync. Finally, Eddie pulls back, his softening cock slipping out of you. He helps to keep you on your feet, holding you close as you both try to catch your breath. 

“We have got to do this more often” You giggle as you take the stethoscope from his ears and put it back around his neck. 

“You’re telling me… that was fucking hot” He nuzzles into your neck and you turn around gingerly, giggling and holding onto him tightly. 

There’s a knock at the door and Eddie groans, walking you both slowly over to the door and cracking it open. 

“Hey I’ve got some club soda for Y/N’s costume… apparently that just gets shit out of everything” 

Buck lets himself in and goes over to the sink, pouring it over your dress to soak. 

“I can’t believe you spilled on her, we’re supposed to be a group costume. Now we don’t have a nur-“ 

He stops in his tracks, noticing your disheveled looks… the way he’s holding onto you… the glossy look in your eyes, and the exceptionally bright blush on Eddie’s cheeks. 

“IN MY BATHROOM?!” 

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #16

Wiggity what's up my fellow book clubbers, today we're taking a look at the ethics of treating artificially made intelligent lifeforms as second class citizens and what the qualifying factors are to determine a being as truly "sentient" and deserving of basic social rights. And by that I mean we're reading PKNA #12: Second Draft which is a comic where nothing bad happens!

This post is LOOONG btw.

okay we're just gonna start off our comic as normal and-

WOAH who's this handsome young devil in his little fancy suit??? What's that? Head of Ducklair Industries?..... yeah sure that makes sense I think.

Everett Ducklair 🤢🤢🤢 get a job stay away from him. Also this is a really nice way of saying you had to stop him from being overtaken by insane homicidal tendencies and putting guns in all his inventions btw

Haha woah what was that. Did the fabric of reality just tear for a second there or did my ADHD meds just kick in. Probably just me.

MASTER Donald???..... I don't even think I can write out the jokes I wanna make here they're too inappropriate for this blog sorry. But also what the fuck.

Uno stop mothering maybe I WANT to get frostbite and lose all my fingers

Not to take a sudden side tangent here but is this supposed to be like, a good thing? Don't the other seasons exist for a reason? I always thought fall and winter were meant to be like a cleansing period, they bring balance to the two other hotter seasons. If it's eternally spring, do some plants just never die? Are animals ALWAYS in the breeding season? Today we're going to overanalyze this one concept in an essay where-

OH MY GOD IT'S ODIN wait nevermind hiii Odin hiiiii. what's lookin good cookin. I mean- shit. fuck. shit.

I'm kind of obsessed with the way Odin is drawn in this comic. His whole body is all wiggly like a bendy straw. His stances go crazy.

gayass

Guys ever since I made that post about Odin's outfits and noticed that he's barefoot here it's been haunting me. Like it might just be a coloring error in this panel but also... why'd he take his shoes off. Also sorry for immediately revealing that it's Odin but um uhh I totally don't know who the OTHER cloaked figure is.

girlll you're giving away the game SHUT YOUR MOUTH

TWO Lylas?!?!?!

I'm loving Donald's shock lmao bro is fucking flabberghasted

This picture is so fucking silly bro. Nooo you can't put Odin in jail, he has such a nice suit on :(

Donald getting offended on Uno's behalf, not knowing that Uno is literally sitting right behind him. SURELY he'll figure it out eventually right.

Omg guys it's Geena!!! Remember Geena? From Portrait of the Young Hero? Anyways she has a gun now

Way to go Donald, you showed her basic empathy for like 2 panels and it gave her an actual sense of self value and NOW she thinks she deserves rights 🙄 she's gonna Detroit Become Human up in this bitch

beaming you with my evil lasers. what if he just fucking fried her brains here I think it would've been funny

Oh that's. probably bad.

ohhhh noooo.....

OOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok so bad news, Geena fucking exploded and her droid rebellion is presumably over. The GOOD news though is that droids are destined to get their rights anyways, just in a less violent manor than in the timeline Geena had started. So... I guess that's a win?

Disappears in a cloud of beautiful sunset smoke... Goodbye Odin 👋

Donald. Please. DONALD.

Okay so there's a LOT to say about this comic (so much that I kept hitting the image limit and having to make edits to my post to make it more concise) but if I could summarize it into one word: damn. Like I'm just kinda sad now.

The whole concept of "do robots deserve to be treated like human beings" is a common argument to explore, we've seen it in all kinds of media before. The ethics that get touched on in this comic are nothing new, but I can't help but find this comic incredibly interesting to read in the year 2024. Maybe in 1997 the idea of robots integrating into our society seemed like a far-off concept, but in present day the ever-growing integration of AI technology really makes this chapter feel a little more close to home.

I mean, it's easy to be like "yeah, well of course the droids deserve to be treated like people." I mean, Lyla and Odin are droids, and we like Lyla and Odin! Odin is literally so lifelike that people don't even KNOW he's a droid. But I can't help but think about how this all ties back to the current ongoing debates surrounding the usage of AI, and specifically AI-made content. Obviously the AI we currently have is nowhere near the level of the characters in this series (chatGPT fucking WISHES it was Uno) but there's really interesting debates to be made here.

What qualifying factors determine whether or not a living being is deserving of the same rights we humans give to ourselves? Is it being biological? I mean, there are literally millions of types of animals on our planet, but we don't even treat them with the same level of respect we give to ourselves. So, is it intelligence? If we were to create a computer with the intelligence level of a living, breathing human person, would they be entitled to basic "human" rights? HELL IF I KNOW.

I love the way this comic handles exploring this topic. Geena isn't WRONG for wanting more, she's wrong in the way she went about it. Going as far as to literally alter the course of spacetime only further complicated things, for her AND for the other droids. Had Geena instead devoted her energy into droid advocacy in the modern day, things may have gone differently. This story isn't the end of droids getting rights, but it is unfortunately the end of Geena.

We ended on a happy note, but overall this story is a pretty melancholic one. Especially that whole "only machines can be rebuilt" like DAMN.

Anyways that's enough media analysis for today, time to take off my smart thinking hat and go back to being generally kinda stupid. I'm not gonna add anything about Angus Tales here at the end because I already hit the image limit lol. Umm shoutout to Angus Fangus for having like 110 parking tickets. Idiot.

[sarroora]

Omfg I literally just sent that last ask prematurely I only got like 3 hours of sleep last night 😭 that was embarrassing ANYWAYS 🤜🫳

✨🧚 Sleep deprived HC time

Dibble definitely pulls those kinds of pranks on the fellas where he'll secretly put a cucumber by them and try not to laugh as they jump/overreact or shoot a laser pointer out of his apartment window into the alley and watch them go crazy over it from afar

Related to the last one, I feel like all the fellas would jump from the cuke except Brain. I feel like he'd just stare at it for a little bit and then take a huge bite out of it. He wouldn't eat the rest, just that one bite.

I can only describe the way T.C. loafs as a somewhat stale baguette 🥖

I feel like Spook, Chooch, and Brain have to be the snorers of the group. Brain has a cutesey not-obnoxious snore, almost like a purr, Spook snores pretty consistently because ✨brachycephaly✨ and Chooch only snores when he's sleeping the wrong way but when he does it's LOUD. Like he snores like a freight train (get it cos his name's Choo Choo ahhahagagaghh)

Generally the fellas don't like stealing clothes off the overhanging clotheslines but I think Brain disregards the fact that it's stealing if it's a really cozy-looking sweater. LOOK HE CAN DO NO WRONG IN MY EYES GIVE THE MAN HIS SWEATER

Pedro definitely Irish step dances and he fucking kills at it. Occasionally he'll show off in the pizzeria and get a big round of applause. He did try to teach Dibble how to do it when they were kids but Dib twisted his ankle so bad he needed surgery so they never tried it again

I really love to think that Fancy either had stripes when he was a kitten and grew out of them or he still has stripes but you can only really see them when the sun hits his fur right

Similarly to the last one I like to think T.C.'s fur and eyes have an almost metallic glisten to them in the sun like gold (not like Gold Pelt though like his fur just shimmers like gold would)

Yeah uhhh hopefully I get this done today and uh yeah 🧚✨

-YO I'm glad we both agree Dibble is a prankster🕺💃. You wouldn't think he's the type but that's why it's extra funny and unexpected for his victims friends lol

-Hell yeah Brain's a tactile fella and that's kinda how his brain works - rarely takes anyone's word for something being dangerous. He'll touch/taste it first and decide (which is scary for the other guys for obvious reasons)

-T.C. may loaf like a stale baguette indeed but he makes up for it by sleeping like a bendy croissant🥐

-Brain bleps when he's sleeping too just sayin

-Oh yeah, T.C. needs to be vigilant about that - Brain can sometimes look at taking something as simply borrowing, coz he does intend to give it back eventually so what's the big deal? - not understanding that not everyone will see it that way and they could all get in trouble. So T.C. has to drill it in his head: "Anythin' you take from the gang is borrowin' - anythin' else without askin' is stealin'. We don' do that."

-Hell yeah I love the HC that Fancy has stripes. They're just not too differently colored from the rest of his pelt so they're not obvious in dim lighting

-Also, since Fancy is so darn charming and handsome, he and Benny tend to have the best luck getting food from strangers overall

-T.C. feels like Benny is the group's good luck charm. While yeah, the little fella can be a magnet for harmful freaks, he also attracts some kind and generous people who can't help but fall for his sweet looks and demeanor

-We need more Pedro and Dibble shinanigans asdgfkhflfsjl

-I always imagined T.C. and G.P.'s colorings to be opposites when it comes to their fur and eyes. T.C. has light yellow fur that is even paler in the sunlight, but has a nice shine to it when the light hits it just right. G.P.'s fur is naturally richer in its gold coloring even in dim lighting.

However, when it comes to the eyes, T.C.'s eyes are more richly golden and radiant, whilst G.P.'s are a lighter, colder yellow.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Eighteen (Crazy) Ch. 7

The first thing they do when they get back to the Castle is plop their asses down to the kitchen and fucking devour some food goo. (Seriously, it’s borderline animalistic – they haven’t eaten in several hours, and it has been such a busy day – even the nasty food goo suddenly became the most delicious thing in the universe.)

After everyone has had a couple bowls, conversation starts to pick up, now that no one’s main focus is sustenance above all else. 

“Are there any more locations on the list?” Pidge asks. 

“One more!” Lance answers. “We’re gonna need to wormhole, I think. But it’s the last location, and so long as the galaxy is pretty quiet and calm we should be able to station there for a bit. I’m sure we’ll want to do some training tomorrow.”

Allura nods, grabbing her dishes and heading over to the sink. “Sounds like a plan. Is everyone ready to take off?” 

Various murmurs of agreement and one fully loaded dishwasher later, everyone sits safely buckled up in their stations on the bridge. Allura takes no time in wormholing (Keith has always wished the process would take a little longer, though. Not because he wants it to be more taxing on the Alteans, or anything, obviously, but the whole thing is just so cool and Keith would love to watch it for a little longer. Oh, well. Maybe he’ll get more information if he remembers to ask Coran, later – he always makes a mental note of it and forgets immediately), dropping them off in front of a new planet very quickly. 

“This is another really specific set of coordinates,” Lance explains. “We’ll need to take Blue again to get all the way there.”

On the walk back to Blue, Keith jogs ahead to catch up to Lance. Lance grins over at him immediately, setting off a flurry of butterflies in Keith’s stomach. (He hopes he never gets used to how Lance’s smile makes him feel.)

“You excited?” Keith asks, because there’s nothing he wants to talk about with Lance specifically, but he likes being near him. He itches to link their hands together, but he’s not yet sure that’s allowed. 

“Yeah! I’ve been having fun all day, but it got better when all of you guys joined in.” Lance does what Keith was too anxious to do – he reaches over, grabbing Keith’s left hand in his right, interlocking their fingers. He does it smoothly, in one motion. Practiced.

His hands are sweaty, though. And his ears are red.

Keith smiles.

“I’m glad,” Keith says softly, and they don’t say anything more. 

Lance squeezes their hands together once before letting go as he settles into the pilot’s chair in Blue’s cockpit, and the laser focus Keith had on their joined hands fades a little, and he can hear the rest of the team behind him for the first time since he left their bridge. They’re giggling, because of course they are. Keith rolls his eyes, but he can’t deny that their obvious support loosens some of the nervousness tangled in his chest. 

The giggles taper out as they arrive at the final location, right in front of the mouth of the most massive caves Keith has ever seen. No one says anything for a few moments, just kind of taking it in – it’s several times the size of the Castle, at least, and it’s so dark that Blue’s powerful headlights don’t even make a dent. 

“Well, it’s a good thing our helmets have those light thingies,” Lance says, and he’s off before anyone can stop him. Keith doesn’t hesitate to scramble after him, much to Shiro’s exasperation. 

Lance waits for them at the mouth of the cave, tapping his foot impatiently. “It’s like you guys don’t even want to come,” he complains. 

A foam dart hits him in the nose before he even has the chance to finish his sentence. 

“Stop complaining about dumb things,” Pidge orders, holding a dinky little plastic gun at Lance. Lance looks so comically offended that Keith can’t help it and snorts heavily. 

“You just – shot! Me! On my birthday! Where did you even get – a fucking nerf gun! A goddamned real fucking dookie nerf gun! Why!” 

Keith wheezes, doubling over. He’s not the only one. 

“Oh, fuck you guys.” Keith doesn’t need to look up to know Lance is scowling. 

“Your – your face –” Pidge gasps. 

“I’m uninviting you to my birthday party. Y’all can go home. I’ll explore this cool cave by myself. Goodbye.”

Lance stomps off into the deep emptiness of the cave, thin frame quickly swallowed up by the darkness. 

“Aw, Lance, c’mon,” someone coos, but there’s no answer. 

“Lance?” Allura calls, a bit of an edge to her voice. 

Still no answer. 

“Lance?” Shiro yells, louder, and transparently anxious. 

Silence. 

Keith is the next to call out, jogging quickly into the cave. “Lance!”

He’s the first of the rest of the team to enter the cave, not that it matters – once he’s about three metres in, there’s a bend in the massive corridor, and he can’t see a damn thing. 

“Lance! Can you hear me? La –”

“Boo!”

Keith shrieks at the top of his lungs, desperately batting away the thing gripping his arms. He scrambled away a couple feet, hands flailing, heart pounding, before he registers the absolutely howling laughter ringing through the cavern. His face drops. 

“Oh, fuck you.”

“You – you screamed –”

He can’t see him, but Keith is certain the asshole Blue Paladin is just as hunched over as he was earlier. 

“Double fuck you,” he scowls, quickly messaging the rest of the team to inform them that Lance is fine, and simply a dick-for-brains. 

“Do – do you think –” Lance catches Keith eyes and starts wheezing all over again. This time, Keith really has to fight back his smile. “Do you think you could walk back out so I can scare you again?”

“I think you and I better get going before Shiro’s space Xanax wears off and he wraps your dumb ass in bubble wrap.”

“You’re right,” Lance whispers, teasing and conspiratory. His brown eyes shine darker than they’ve ever looked, in the dim light of their helmet lights. He grabs Keith’s hand again, fingers curling around Keith’s, and all of the pining and the nerves and the oh-my-God-does-he-like-me-back and realises – hey. This is Lance. Lance who is his friend, Lance who is funny and dramatic and playful and ridiculous.

Lance who is yanking him forward, yelling “Run!” at the top of his lungs, just as the rest of the team comes stumbling in somewhere behind them. 

Keith runs. How could he not? 

He and Lance sprint down the dark hallways of the cave, laughing and leaning into each other, barely missing running straight into walls every time there’s a bend. They lose the rest of the team easily, both of them easily ignoring the messages popping up every two seconds on their comms (it’s just Pidge texting ‘losers’ again and again). After what must be ten minutes of straight sprinting, Keith has to call it. 

“Hey, hey – hey. Longlegs. Cool it a minute, will you? I feel like my lungs are trying claw out of my chest.”

“Fine,” Lance sighs dramatically, flopping onto Keith. “I guess if you can’t keep up…”

Keith rolls his eyes. He is so not taking the bait for that one. He and Lance are pretty evenly matched in most places, and Keith can kick his ass in others, but Lance has got them all beat in the speed department. 

“How about those coordinates, huh?” he says instead. “You said they were specific?”

“Yes!” Lance says brightly. “I wonder what Future Me has kickin’ in a cave. I mean, caves are cool, but I wouldn’t usually seek them out, y���know? Well, I did when I was a kid, but time is spooky in caves and I was in there for nineteen hours once without realising so my family reported me missing –”

Lance swings their hands between them as they walk, chattering from story to story, fast as a whip. Keith soaks in every word, asking all the right questions at the right times. 

God, Keith loves him so much. 

“Hey, I think it’s starting to get a little brighter in here,” Keith comments. 

Lance hums. “Kinda like Blue’s cave. Remember that?”

“Yep. I specifically remember you driving me insane.”

“I’m very good at that. You’re easy to rile up.”

“Butthead.”

“Goober.”

“Boogerbrain.”

“Gooseface – woah.”

The slow brightening of the cave corridors suddenly makes sense – Lance’s coordinates have led them to a wide open space, sunlight somehow pouring in from everywhere, waterfall gently cascading down into a beautifully blue lake. 

Lance gasps loudly, taking in the scene with a dropped jaw, and then he whoops, quickly pulling up Allura’s contact on the comm. 

“Everyone! Get in here! There’s a waterfall!”

Before anyone on the team even has half a second to respond, he’s hanging up and laughing maniacally as he drags Keith to the lake. Keith pulls his hand free, stopping him.

“Last one in is on dish duty for a week,” he says, and before Lance can process he sprints off. 

“Hey! Not fair!”

But Lance is laughing again, too surprised to run properly, jumping in the lake right after Keith, armour and all. 

“You’re crazy,” he tells Keith. He grabs Keith’s face gently, looking into his eyes, pretending at seriousness. “It’s a condition. You will never be cured. Thoughts?”

“One,” Keith says. He carefully plucks off his helmet, then Lance’s, tossing them onto the dry ground. Then he mirrors Lance's position, hands on his cheek, pulling him close. He leans close, tilting his head slightly, hearing the faintest uptick of Lance’s breath as their lips get closer and closer –

Lance’s hand clamps over his mouth. 

“Wait,” he whispers. 

“Why,” Keith whispers back. Lance’s face is rosy, and he keeps smiling and glancing away. It’s so cute that Keith considers imploding. 

“It’s my birthday.”

“I’m aware, yes.”

“I take birthdays very seriously.”

“Yep. Fondly remembering the twelve layer cake you stressed baked for Hunk. You should get stressed more often when party planning.”

“Shut up. I’m making a point.”

Keith leans forward and tips their foreheads together, grinning openly now. “Then make it, Bluebell.”

“I’m just saying,” Lance huffs, “that if you kiss me, it will be very special.”

“That’s the idea.”

“And if you kiss me on my birthday, one of those things will be overshadowed. Both of those things are groundbreaking. They need their own days, you understand.”

“Alright,” Keith whispers. And because he can’t help himself, not when they’re so close, he presses a lingering kiss to Lance’s cheek. It makes him giggle. “I’ll kiss you tomorrow, then. Okay?”

“Okay. It’s a date.”

“Good.”

“Woah, Lance, you weren’t kidding!” 

At the sound of the rest of the team’s arrival – finally – Keith and Lance hold eye contact for the barest second, coming to a final agreement, and then immediately start their attack, trying their best to drown each other. The rest of the team joins in immediately, yelling and laughing and choking when someone forgets their strength and drowning nearly occurs. At one point, they decide to play chicken, Lance, Pidge, and Keith sitting on Hunk, Allura, and Shiro’s shoulder and trying to shove each other off, Coran refereeing. 

“Future Me nails it again,” Lance says, when they’re all drying off on the lake-bed. 

“Yeah,” Keith agrees. He reaches over and grabs Lance’s hand, squeezing three times in quick succession. “You did. 

[one-winged-dreams]

Stoner Ass Bitch

ship: adriel cordero x olyn dominguez source: original content cw: they are both SO fucking high word count: 2423

THESE KEEP GETTING FUCKING LONGERRRR. I'm trying to add more than just dialogue like I always fucking do, but now it's one of those 'add pancake mix. too thick add water. too watery add pancake mix.' scenarios. Anyway, this is FINALLY fucking done, christ alive.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @gymleaderkylar @adoredbyalatus @the-sleeping-city @dorothys-wife

@dear-gambler @goldenworldsabound @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitosoulmate

@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

Home… God he was glad to be home.

The double shift working well into the night was, admittedly, Olyn’s bad. The laser focus was unyielding, he had become a vessel for his tools as he took on that beast of an engine block replacement. By the time he had come out of The Zone(™) the job was done and he wanted to go home and sleep for 80 hours give or take.

His whole morning had been a slow, intermittent trek through his house, broken up by naps on the floor. By 1pm, he had made it to his couch. Breakfast would be within his grasp… eventually. 

A knock on the door dashed any hopes of pacing himself.

“Babe, let me in, it’s fucking cold!”

Oh.

Sighing deeply, Olyn peeled himself from the surface of the couch, dragging himself in a great sacrifice to the door.

“Mi amor, mi vida, mi cielo. What the hell are you doing here?” he sighed once he had opened it. “I’m TIRED. I’m probably gonna just go back to sleep.”

“You could do that,” Adri hummed as he entered. “Or,” he turned around, holding a little makeup bag up by the corner, dangling it enticingly, “smoke you out?”

_

“Fuuuck, they were NOT kidding about those t-breaks.” Adri smoothed his hair back, as he lay back against the arm of the couch, legs planted in Olyn’s lap. “It’s blowing my goddamn mind here, Oly.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re up in space right now. With Elon Musk’s shitty car,” Olyn replied, his head tilted back to rest against the back of the couch. “Let’s go take a nap.”

“No quitters, we’re finishing this fucking bowl first,” Adri said, lifting his head to glare before lolling his head back again.

“That’s what you said about the last one,” Olyn sighed deeply. “Fine, but I need some ice cream or something, I’ve got a crazy fucking sweet tooth right now.”

Adri lifted himself again, gesturing vaguely but wildly.

“That’s what I’m always fucking saying to you! Those sugar cravings don’t play.”

“Because you are a human trash panda, babe. I have NEVER seen a man do the things you’ve done to a pack of gummy bears,” Olyn looked down at him, unable to keep from cracking a smile. “Pero, you’re not gonna drag my ass to the corner store, are you?”

“Oh my fucking god, why did you have to say that?” Adri groaned, throwing his forearm over his eyes.

"Adri. No. It's cold out there and I'm so comfortable. Please, baby, I am begging you not to make me put on my pants and face the elements," Olyn protested, looking like a man on death row. 

"But they've got that horchata machine at the 7-11. Come on, you want candy too," Adri pouted, giving him a weak shove.

Olyn whined. He DID want candy. He DID want some Takis and a big ass Slurpee. He’d been thinking about it for a good 10 minutes already, he just didn’t want to say something to jeopardize whatever warm gay cuddle puddle they had going on here. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Only because you convinced me, alright? We gotta smoke the rest of this and then we'll go get candy. Promise," Olyn groaned, returning the shove. 

“Okay, so don’t be a coward,” Adri said, all but shoving the ~ paraphernalia ~ in Olyn’s face. 

Olyn gave Adri a half-hearted glare, sticking his tongue out and trying not to think of putting his lips on Adri’s instead of the pipe. 

“You owe me,” he said, blowing his smoke down in Adri’s face. “YOU’RE paying.”

Adri scoffed in indignation.

“I smoked you out, come on,” he said, tossing a throw pillow at Olyn.

Olyn managed to catch the pillow, Adri’s aim was surprisingly on point when he was high. Making sure to set the pipe down first, he put the pillow in his lap, remaining vigilant. At the first sight of Adri’s grabby hands reaching for it, he presumed the worst (getting hit with a pillow) and tossed it to the other side of the room.

“Yeah, but you're about to have me put pants on and I hate that. I hate it, baby.”

“You’ve got like 15 pairs of sweats, come on. You know how much I love it when men wear sweatpants,” Adri whined. His turn to pout now.

“Fiiiine. My ass does look great in a pair of sweats,” Olyn conceded, peeling Adri off of himself to stand up. “Be right back.”

Olyn’s trip to the bedroom was a blur. He was tired. And really REALLY high. Goddamn he was so high. He didn’t even remember getting dressed, only coming back into the living room to see Adri half hanging off the couch. Naturally.

“Olyyyyn. Olyyyyy.”

“What?” he groaned. “Adri, what?”

With a soft sigh of affectionate aggravation, he hauled Adri back up onto the couch.

“Olyyyy isn’t a word, babe, c’mon.”

“I’m so fucking toasted. No, not even toasted. I’m crispy. Left me in the air fryer too long.”

“I know, mami, I know,” Olyn sighed, trying to pull Adri into a sitting position. “Now get up. Get up or I’m gonna drag you. Baby I do not want to have to carry your sorry ass to the corner store. Vamos.”

Now that he was in a proper sitting position, Adri let out a loud, guttural groan of indignation. He wanted a drink and some candy so fucking bad, but he was gonna complain about it the whole time.

“Put my Docs back on meee.”

Olyn responded with a deep sigh, staring down at him.

"You. Are. So. Lucky. That I love you."

He kneeled down, beginning the arduous process of getting Adri’s boots on him. He never loosened his laces. Why did he never loosen his laces?

Adri let out a snort, prompting Olyn to lift his head.

"We look like we're out of one of those gay leather fetish magazines right now.”

Olyn just stared at him for a moment before he doubled over laughing, struggling to stand up.

"What? Where the hell did that come from?" He asked, still laughing as he reached down to offer his hand. He sure as shit wasn’t gonna let Adri get away with conking out on his couch now.

"You don't know what bootblacking is? Come on, get it together," Adri said, weakly patting him on the head. He loved patting Olyn on the head, he had that little ahoge that bounced right back up. It probably wasn’t as funny sober, but it sure was entertaining right now.

“I can’t deal with you,” Olyn said as he finally pulled Adri up by his arm and dragged him to the door. “You’re gonna give me the giggles. Goddamn it’s cold, you sure you want to do this?”

"Yes, oh my god, if I don't have a soda in my hand in the next 5 minutes I'm killing someone," Adri replied, pushing past Olyn and beginning to make his way down the steps.

"Jesus," Olyn said, following shortly. "Babe, if you kill someone you can't move in with me. You can't, like, have a criminal history. I won't let you. My sweet, crazy boy." He grabbed Adri’s hand and gave it a squeeze, leaning into him. “I’ll help you dispose of the body.”

“Criminal history? Who says we’d get caught?” Adri shoved his hands in his coat pockets.

"Oh, babe. We'd be the sexiest Bonnie and Clyde," Olyn said, leaning closer. "Two beautiful, smart guys on the run?" He sighed dreamily. "You wanna rob a bank, baby?"

Adri snorted violently, descending into a fit of giggles.

“Oly quit, I can’t with you!”

“No, babe, I’m dead serious.” OIyn grabbed Adri by the shoulders, turning him towards him. “You're sexy and you like to commit crimes. We’d be such a hot criminal couple.”

"Shoplifting snacks from Target doesn't constitute as a crime, Olyn," Adri scoffed, brushing him off and starting to walk again. "Overpriced white people candy is BEGGING to be yoinked."

Olyn gasped a little bit.

"Adri!" He said, smacking him on the hip. "Did you steal something? Have you been stealing things from Target and not telling me?"

Adri doubled over laughing hysterically, holding onto his shoulder.

"Olyn quit, everything is funny right now!"

Olyn made sure to catch him before he fell over. 

“Babe, you are SO high right now. Like, it’s insane how high you are.”

"You're high too, look at you!" Adri said, giving him a little push before deadpanning, looking deathly serious. "Olyn you better not fucking laugh."

"... Or what? You gonna kill me?" Olyn asked before busting up into a fit of giggles. "I'm trying! I'm trying so hard to keep it in, I'm sorry!" He said, turning his face away so Adri wouldn't see him laughing.

"I knew it! You fucking stoner ass bitch," Adri laughed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Olyn laughed even harder, hiding his face in Adri’s neck. He was so high. Being a stoner ass bitch with his beautiful, weird little goth bf. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

"I'm gonna have so much cotton mouth when we get to the 7-11," he said, still hiding his face.

"I already do, hurry the fuck up," Adri wheezed, smacking him weakly but repeatedly on the back as they made it to the 7-11 parking lot.

"Okay, I gotchu, baby, I'm going."

The two of them managed to enter the convenience store with no further incident, taking a moment to breathe and compose themselves.

"Oh, thank god," Olyn said, heading straight for the Slurpee station. "I've never needed a Slurpee more in my life. Adri. Come here." He said, standing by the machines and waiting for Adri to come stand next to him.

"Hold the fuck on, I'm getting my tea," Adri said, coming around with a can of peach tea in his hand. "Baby, you want your Takis?"

“Ooh, I could kill a bag of Takis right now,” Olyn said, putting most of his focus into filling up his Slurpee cup without spilling anything. “Get me the regular fuegos?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the glimpse of a bag being lifted into the air from the other aisle, as if asking to confirm these were, indeed, the ones.

“Si,” he replied. Getting the lid on this goddamn cup was rocket surgery at the moment. "I'm gonna go see if they have hot dogs or something. Do you want a hot dog?"

“Get me a couple of crispitos,” Adri replied, sounding deep in contemplation.

“Bet.”

Once Olyn had acquired his hot dog, Slurpee, and Adri’s crispitos, he made his way to the checkout counter. After a moment, Adri came around the corner with his peach tea, Olyn’s Takis, and some peach rings.

“Okay, I’m trying to be responsible,” he said, a deeply thoughtful, almost sage-like expression on his face as he stared down at the snacks.

Olyn had been standing there staring at the clerk, who was not interested in him in the least. Poor guy just wanted to do his job, Olyn was just too high to be paying attention.

"You want me to pay, baby?" He asked, taking his eyes off the clerk finally.

Adri wrinkled his nose and waved a dismissive hand at him

“No pasa nada,” he said, sliding the items across the counter before looking down. “Babe, this lighter has a fucking pikachu on it.”

"Oh my god does it?" Olyn said, looking at the rack of lighters. The Pikachu lighter was so funny for no reason. He had to have it.

"You're gonna have to let me pay, I need that lighter," he said, looking up at Adri with legitimate puppy eyes, 33 year old man that he was.

"You just wanna pay so you've got dibs. We're gonna do joint custody of this lighter, you hear me?" Adri asked him with a gentle elbow to the ribs.

"Oh, I don't know if I want joint custody. This may be the dealbreaker in our relationship," Olyn said, reaching for the lighter and holding it up like it was a baby. "Look at him! He's so cute. I'll give you visitation rights to the lighter, that's about all I'm willing to give you, baby."

Adri stared at him with an intense expression on his face before choking and breaking down laughing for what felt like the 8th time that day. 

And how could Olyn not laugh in turn? He was high as a kite in a 7-11, it was practically a requirement. He turned around and put the lighter on the counter with the rest of the stuff, smiling at the clerk.

"This one too please," he said, handing over his debit card. The clerk looked at him like he wasn't going to make it to the end of this transaction.

Adri only bit his lip in the background, every fiber of his being going into remaining composed and trying not to look like an entire idiot. 

"You good? You're not gonna laugh again are you?" Olyn asked, looking back. He didn't want them to both be giggling messes, but if Adri started, he was gonna lose it. "I'm trying to be responsible!" he told the cashier, like he even cared. He got his debit card back and the cashier gave him a look that spoke volumes. Whatever. Not his problem. 

"Thank you for your services, sir," Olyn said, grabbing the bag and waiting for Adri to pull himself together.

Adri gave the clerk a brief nod before busting out laughing again, having to depend on Olyn to guide him out of the store. Which was one of those ‘blind leading the blind’ scenarios, considering Olyn was also laughing his ass off.

By the time they made it back out into the parking lot, Olyn had managed to compose himself at least partially, holding Adri around the shoulders to keep him upright at the very least.

“Baby,” he said, “you are SO high.”

Adri only wheezed more violently, doubling over again with a frail attempt to swat at Olyn.

“So are you, qué chingados!?”

Both of them continued to make morons of themselves in the parking lot before the hysterics died down into small giggles. 

“We’re so much fun.”

“Truly. Now let’s get home, I call dibs on the tortilla blanket.”

“Your case for custody of the pikachu lighter isn’t looking too hot, babe.”

“Cállateeee! …Pendejo.”

They had to stop walking again.

[tobyfoxmademeascaly]

Dawntrail Part 22

level 89 dungeon + trial lets go

GODDAMNIT NOT AGAIN. no alisaie : (

me when i have to leave alisaie behind because the two dps are the Most Plot Important Characters Here

the yellow stuff (presumably memories) are also being sent somewhere, I notice.

The Critically Acclaimed MMO Sure Is An Experience

with all the science-fantasy body horror going on. I can tell that the sorrows of werlyt guy wrote this.

hello again jumpy

yeah he. uh. doesn't look too good stumbling around like that.

man i cant fucking BELIEVE im saying this but take a page of bakool ja ja's book

hm. he's quite small for a trial boss at the moment. I expect that will change.

AT LONG LAST

THE QUEEN RETURNS TO HER RIGHTFUL PLACE

I note that his one-winged angel form looks a LOT like his dad. With the growths on the back resembling wings. and, obviously, the second "head" where the head of reason would be.

"i just wanted to play... on da playground..."

Baby Lizard DOTING

so what'll it be, lady. will you cease, or will you die?

my hackles are back up

cat's out of the bag now

so you choose to die.

shtola your peepers

speak for yourself im glad to kill her!

if i had a nickel for every time a blue child was given command over an army...

another day another breaking down of the walls between reality

BABY LIZARD ADOPTION

alphinaud has become the king of "hey i know a guy" over the years

WARRIOR PERFECT EVOLUTION REACHED. ALL TREMBLE BEFORE ME

oh shtola what bonkers crazy plan have you cooked up for us today. will it involve lasers? demons? giant robots?

"go infodump boy go"

... did you happen to partner with one Tataru Taru for the production of this equipment.

next time: Using Krile's jewelry to enter another dimension

[thegeminisage]

back at it with zelda...now with automaton in tow

Big Flower. its just like wind waker lol

i like the music in here! still kinda generic but at least it's pretty

dungeon is brutal. so many enter and exit points :(

are we fighting the boss early??? it kind of looks like the four swords boss

kind of a snoozefest tbh. electric blob op as fuck, that foght barely needed me at all

never really felt the need to use warp points around a dungeon before but now im glad i have them

FUCK this puzzle with the weighted platforms where you have to hit 2 switches at once. prior to now the game has only shown me this with armos so i thought you HAD to do itbwith arnos which meant even googling the armos puzzle in faron temple was no help. i had to dive into a full fucking walkthru

Big Flower round 2 a little more complex and fun

OH NO BIG SPIDER

how could i have forgotten gohma............but i have killed her before and can and will kill her again

MOTHERFUCKING EYE LASER????

ok got her. jesus fuck

FINALLY got another triangle. now i can summon a wizzrobe

FARORE??????????????

DIALOGUE FROM FUCKING FARORE? THREE GODDESSES ARE BACK AND THEY FUCKING TALK NOW??????

sorry did tri just say someone IMPRISONED the GODDESSES? the three goddesses? they fucking imprisoned them???????

this is crazy...the sanction looks so much like the ww pearls too...zeltik is gonna have so muxh to say if he isn't saying it already

fuck. these deku scrubs are real tiktok kids, akways chasing the next trend.......

ok, since i gotta quit soon i'm just gonna do a little sidequesting

soldier echo quest deeply cute. i HAVE always wondered why soldier uniforms were identical thanks for asking tri

WHITE STEED TIME. i did run up onto what i believe is the edge of the lost woods near this rift...

horse quest COMPLETE. i wonder now if i should have been doing these optional rifts before dungeons to level up...

might as well do another since there's one like right here

oh damn stilled sanctuary...this shit looks crazy

a rumor about a garmet that lets you talk to the CATS. fuckin hell yeah

omg i found thebgreat fairy...

jesus, good thing i'm flush with rupees. this shit is expensive. i wonder how high the upgrades go...

theres also another rift here lol so i might as well

ok, i actually wrote this like an hour ago and had to stop abruptly to cook so that's all!

[madhattersez]

Model Kit Build: "Gundam The End" by Bandai

Hooooo boy, this one was super-weird. In the best way. I LOVE this crazy-ass design. Every time you build a gimmick for this, there's always a crazier one coming up in just a few more steps.

First things first, I have to mention that this is a pretty rare kit, but I only paid $6 for it! I saw it in a Japanese auction and it showed the above parts being already put together or loose - the seller couldn't guarantee that all the parts were included.

Thankfully, all of them were indeed there, so I really got a steal on this one!

Let's just talk about the visuals of this model first. While it's a majority black and gray unit, it has so many splashes of bright colors, too. Just look at this sticker sheet!

And here's the main unit, all done. What a radical weirdo! Aside from the unique design (including double horned boots, pyramid-shaped helmet, psychedelic shoulder eyes, and chest that opens up like a fang-filled mouth), he's also packing two Dirty Harry-style revolvers.

How can it get any more interesting?

Well, this is some of his shielding, which looks like a giant, silly choir robe. They convert to bat-style wings, too. Because, of course they do.

"But, wait," you might say, "What about those big yellow hands? What's up with those? Can you, like, make them flip someone off or something?"

Lawl, yup.

And I had considered keeping the middle finger pose on them both for display thinking that would be hilarious, but this guy's hands have additional Gundam heads inside the palms... which can open up and shoot lasers.

Sorry, "fuck you" fingers, but that's way cooler.

What the hell else can we add now? Well, how about a fetus?

So, yeah, this Gundam has another little Gundam living inside of it, connected by an umbilical-looking cord. Sure, that's totally normal. Oh, his name is "Narwhal," by the way.

Even though having him pop out of the chest covers up the top of the main unit, I just had to pull out every single gimmick for the final pose... Behold:

Holy shiiiiiiit, right? This dude fuckin' rules.

This Gundam looks more like a Darkstalkers character than a giant robot.

And that's sweet. Definitely one of my top three favorites now.

For more of my model kit builds on Tumblr, click here:

[thelivingautomaton]

hello time of wheelies, i am still livetweeting the books but i am now done with book 2 and figured you all might want an update, the most important being: y'all were right about the religious freaks with coffee, good god

yeah so let's start there with the seanchan because hooooooooly fuck

literally every time any of the seanchan are on the page i just sat there open-mouthed going "oh my god these guys are such FREAKS". but it's also so galaxy brained of robert jordan to introduce another antagonistic faction but have them be completely unconnected to the ongoing battle of dark vs light + unrelated to all the other factions in the setting?

and all the insane details about their culture. the nails! the blood! the insect-like armor! THE GROLM? (they're dimension-hopping colonizers????) also i only picked up on it b/c i was on the lookout but when lord turak is talking about "caf" and saying that the aroma is almost better than the taste, i literally sat up and yelled THOSE FUCKS HAVE COFFEE

for real though it is so unbelievably funny/based for rj to be like, okay, the prophesied last battle between the forces of good and evil is about to take place, world-shattering apocalypse, make or break. meanwhile, some guys from across the ocean are gonna invade and Do A Colonialism.

also, the damane? UNBELIEVABLY fucked on every conceptual level. special shoutout to renna's cloyingly patronizing treatment of egwene though, that shit actually made my stomach churn. (also also, shoutout to nynaeve for immediately seeing the damane/sul'dam/a'dam for what they are and reacting with the extremest revulsion when she has to put the bracelet on, love u bb girl <3)

kinda wanted at least one comedic interaction in the battle of falme where a bunch of seanchan soldiers run into The Actual Ghost Of Artur Hawkwing and lose their shit though. actually i thought it was soooooo funny as a narrative choice to have the horn blown but you barely see what happens in the big clash on the ground cos you're in rand's pov and he's too busy fighting ba'alzamon in a giant laser light show in the sky

(i still. don't really understand how that worked exactly but WHATEVER, it's fine. sad about the heron blade though ;-; but at least rand got to "prove" he has/had the right to it beforehand when he defeated turak. without channeling, even! which makes it 5x more badass)

also i thought it was interesting that by around the midway point of the book you have the pov characters dealing with three different factions whose way of doing things seems strange and alien: the seanchan, the aiel, and the cairhien nobles with the great game. just thought it was an interesting parallel

also, rand trying his best to Not Participate in the great game and just getting pulled in deeper was never not funny, sorry not sorry. rand and co infiltrating barthanes's mansion to try and grab the horn and the dagger was Peak D&D Heist energy and i loved it

the other big thing that had me losing my shit was surprise! parallel dimensions

LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK. the moment that the realization hit that the washed-out otherworld that rand/hurin/loial found themselves in was an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE where artur hawkwing didn't defeat the trollocs, i fucking went crazy. and then loial talking about the excerpt from "mirrors of the wheel" and going on about worlds that are shadows of the real world! i was hooting and hollering and going "this is just like chronicles of amber" (which i highly recommend for y'all, VERY different vibe compared to wheel of time but they're super fun and you'll love them if you like the whack-ass stealthy sci-fi/genre blends in WOT)

and then the escalation to rand actively trying to use the stone and flickering through countless permutations of his own life? utterly fucking bananas. also: unbearably tragic! literally what if you lived out hundreds of versions of your life but despite the seemingly-infinite choices open to you, they all really boil down to one choice: play the role that's meant for you and be doomed by the narrative, or don't play and be doomed anyways. like. FUCK

robert jordan i am begging you to give me more insane alternate realities for your made up fantasy universe, i am begging you for more insane creepy shit like the otherworld being devoid of people and all the color washed out since it's a "weak reflection", it is SO GOOD

this is tangentially related but: i knew who """selene""" really was going in, but i did NOT know her introduction in the books was this fucking batshit, and also that she comes across as literally the shadiest motherfucker alive. "oooh, here i am in my pretty white dress being attacked by a beast, come save me! no i don't know how i got here, i was just riding! don't mind how i know a surprisingly specific amount about the portal stones! you're my hero! you can blow the horn and be a great man!" unironically i love her so much for this scheme, and how it plays off so well vs rand's insistence that he's just a shepherd + his starting to settle into the position of "lord" and/or "dragon"

but fr though i think this conflict is sooooo interesting as a central narrative theme, i.e. the choice to seek out glory and heroism for its own sake vs taking it upon yourself as your duty because there's no one else who can vs running away from that duty and responsibility. "We may be a poor pair of heroes, but we are what there is." "It was not what I was made for, but all was breaking apart, and they were alone, and I was all they had." everything with rand feeling the "threads" of his duties and "death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain" and the idea of choosing to sheathe the blade in yourself when the moment comes. and how that ties in with ingtar's final choice and his sacrifice!

it's all about the CHOICE!!! this is literally me irl rn:

oh my god what else. i loved getting so much more detail on the aes sedai (who are basically underfunded academics constantly squabbling among their respective departments, i have decided) and how channeling works/feels. (the parallel between the girls imagining saidar as a flower vs rand feeling saidin as the flame and void with a sickly light in it. chef's kiss!!! but also, rand simultaneously craving saidin and being sickened by it? chewing glass about it, nbd) verin mathwin aka The Aes Sedai Ever is unbelievably great. a lot of this book felt like buildup so i'm hype for things to start popping off, especially now that rand has apparently accepted the mantle of dragon. these books are crazy and i love them

[epickiya722]

Ok but the way the crowd reacted to Katsuki was really dumb all around

Cuz like??? Dude you're literally watching a bunch of kids fight each other off with quirks. What did you expect to happen. Him to materialize a bouquet of flowers out of his ass and ask her nicely to lose?????

Also wow thanks for being sexist i guess villains would totally respect women bc they're obviously weaker and wouldn't kill or beat the shit out of them if they had the chance. Yeah good call mate

FOR REAL!! I kid you not I wanted to fight every single body.

Hell, Bakugou had more respect for Uraraka because he didn't underestimate her.

What's crazy to me is there was 4 girl vs boy matches before then. No way said a word!

Aoyama was shooting lasers at Ashido!

Kaminari thought he had an easy win against a cute girl who had a quirk he was unfamiliar with at the time. AND HE WAS USING ELECTRICITY!!

And while Iida didn't underestimate Hatsume, he did question if Bakugou would go all out against a girl.

Midoriya and Aizawa seems to be the only two who really had some sense because while Aizawa pretty told the crowd they were stupid, Midoriya knew Bakugou wouldn't go easy. And Tokoyami. He just played it smart against Yaomomo.

Oh, oh! And if that's not something, I find it funny that no one seemed to not have been concerned that Todoroki COULD HAVE KILLED SERO ON LIVE TELEVISION! But it's fine, they're both boys! Nothing to be concerned about!

"Sorry, I was just angry is all."

I can see that!! Look, I like Todoroki and I get he was mad at Endeavor and all that, but the way his ice came at Sero looked fatal. He didn't have to go over board like that. HE ENDED UP COVERING HALF THE STUDIO! WHAT IF THAT ICE BROKE BEFORE IT WAS ALL MELTED DOWN?! YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE COULD HAVE DIED OR GOT SERIOUSLY INJURED?! NO ONE DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION WHY HE EVEN WENT THAT FAR WITH HIS ICE?! HELLO?!

Oh, oh! But Bakugou is the bad guy! Bakugou who at least didn't cover half the damn stadium with his quirk when he was against Uraraka! He was trying to win like everyone else and didn't underestimate his opponent. He didn't see a girl, he saw someone with capability.

That crowd is both sexist and playing fucking favorites!

[ahmementos]

I Would Dive For You

Febuwhump Day 8 : Panic

Panic: It is defined as a state of overwhelming fear and apprehension characterized by erratic behavior and actions.  More times than not, Chris couldn’t tell when Leon was panicking about anything.  Most of Leon’s planned and choreographed actions in combat could have fit the definition of the word, erratic and wild and most certainly nothing he could predict.  The reason he never recognized them as panic was because they were highly skilled combat moves and a level of control was always present when he executed them.  He called it ‘Leon being fast on his feet’ or ‘He’s got years of high level government training and experience’.  Occasionally, Chris just declared him crazy with a death wish.

Watching him in the middle of battle, really being able to catch the movements because he was stuck inside a containment field without a way to assist, he understood it for what it was.  Leon Kennedy, amazingly, had managed to channel a fight or flight response into an automated system of perfected movements that he could change up on a moment’s notice.  He didn’t miss and if he did miss a mark, there was already a split second recalibration ready to continue with a more successful followthrough.  

A gash from a clawed appendage, superficial at best, would have had other agents and soldiers pausing.  Not Leon.  He channeled the anxiety over how deep it might be and fueled an even stronger counter.  All the while the micro calculations ran on auto pilot, Leon was darting his eyes in varying directions, another larger calculation already working itself out for a bigger finale.  

The only panic that was visible to the trained eye was coming off Chris himself, being stuck in a prison cell and unable to assist.  “Look out!”

If he needed the verbal warning, Chris couldn’t tell, but Leon dodged a swing of a massive claw immediately after he’d shouted.  

It was a swift series of movements that followed that Chris could barely keep up with… barely.  Leon leapt up for a broken ladder that led to the upper catwalks of the prison floor.  It was only two seconds that he couldn’t see him and his prison cell was open.  He dashed out towards the ladder… just in time for the laser grid inside his cell to activate.  If he’d stayed in there one second more, he would’ve been dead.

“Chris!”  He heard Leon before he saw him all but jumping off the catwalk ladder right above him.  

Chris barely wrapped his arms around Leon and tumbled to the side just before the almost forgotten mutant lunged at them both.  “Need hel-”  He found Leon’s mouth roughly against his own instead of a verbal answer.  

“Yes,” he said as he pulled away and dragged them both to their feet.  

For another second he swore he could see panic in Leon’s eyes but it was gone just as quickly as he’d seen it.  “Do you have a plan for this asshole here?”  

“Gimme a lift,” he said as they ran back to the ladder.  “Keep him distracted.”  

“Oh yeah, sure,” Chris hoisted him up so he could grab and climb up the ladder then followed behind him.  “You go that way, I’ll go home, right?”

“You just like making me do all the work.”  Leon was already doing as Chris had suggested, running towards a discarded item he’d pulled from a locker that was in the opposite direction.  

“I do plenty of work, asshole.”  Instead of going home, Chris ran away from Leon’s position and banged on the safety railing.  “Over here, fucker,” he bellowed and only paused to see if the creature was charging straight for him or veering to one side or the other.  

Leon had the best mission finishing luck of anyone Chris knew.  “Move!” Leon shouted and the full length of the rocket launcher came to view.

“Always a fucking rocket launcher.”  Chris took off in a sprint back towards Leon and jumped forward right before the rocket impacted with the creature.  The blast sent him moving forward even faster.  

Leon barely caught him and stopped them both from going over the edge of the upper ramp.  “All that muscle is really fucking heavy.”  He left his head against the metal and caught his breath; for all his complaining, he didn’t push Chris’ body off and held the larger man a bit tighter against him.  “We have… maybe five minutes to get the fuck out of here.”

Chris nodded.  “Thanks for the save.”

“Would’ve been here sooner but I got delayed by that asshole.”  Leon almost laughed, a sound that ended up being more of a relieved exhale than anything else.  “Security terminals said the prison level was on lockdown with a system-wide extermination and the countdown was set to five minutes so…”  

Chris did laugh.  “So all that panic was because you were trying to save me?”

The panic left some residual anxiety that managed in a response that was more curt than Leon had intended. “I told you, he held me up already and I didn’t know how much ti-”

Chris’ mouth was against Leon’s and effectively cut his explanation off.  

Structural integrity compromised.  Strategic detonation commencing in t-minus four minutes.

Chris growled as he stood up and immediately helped Leon to his feet.  “Thought you said five minutes.”

Leon shrugged and the two of them ran towards the exit.  “We can panic together about how the fuck we’re getting out of here, okay?”

“The couple that panics together dies together.”

“Fuck you, we aren’t dying.”  He was down the ladder and heading towards the prison entrance before Chris’ boots hit the main level floor.  “I just busted my ass saving you.  I’m getting railed tonight, by you specifically, so move your ass, Captain.”

[thegrimreaper-probably]

Chapter 7 Bull Shark

Masterlist

Summary: U.A sports festival, after math of the USJ attack

Trigger warning: Mineta says you got a great body.

After the attack U.A gave us a couples of days off. Which got me thinking. Clearly I had a trigger turning me into Jaws. Though each thing I’ve searched said that the closest thing to what happened is a frenzy. Though mine was worse, so it must be my quirk. I didn’t tell anyone about what had happened beside Katsuki.

Sadly our break had end and we went back to school. Me and Katsuki sat down as other talked about the news and how we were all on it.

“Fuka? Class is about to start you should settle the class.” Iida says I nod and thank him.

“Guys! We probably have a sub today so behave! Plus class is starting soon so quiet down.”

“Yes ma’am.” They say jokingly. I roll my eyes and get back to my journal. I’ve been coming up with ideas and stuff to help with my quirk. Sensei walks in with everyone surprise.

“Mr. Aizawa, you’re back too soon!”

“You’re too much of a pro!” Denki says.

“Aizawa sensei I know teachers don’t get paid a whole lot but I’ll even pay for you to stay home.” I say.

“Fuka!? You can’t not talk to our teacher like that!” Iida yells at me. I tilt my head.

“What? I’m just offering him money?” I ask

“What money?” Katsuki asks with a raise eyebrow.

“I’m not telling you where my money is!” I say.

“It’s underneath your bed in a jar.” Katsuki says.

“HA! I KNEW YOU TOOK MY FIVE DOLLARS!”

“THAT WAS FUCKING FIVE YEARS AGO!! MOVE ON!”

“NEVER!”

“WILL YOU BOTH STOP IT! Fuka you are class rep! Bakugo you are going to be something someday. So behave!”

“He’s gonna be a lowlife villain is what.” I mumble.

“Wanna say that again dolphin?” I gasp at him.

“You-.”

“Shut it. My well-being or the amount of money I have doesn’t matter. More importantly, the fight is not yet over.” Aizawa says.

“Fight?” Katsuki says.

“Don’t tell me…” Midoriya says.

“The villains!?” Mineta whines out.

“U.A sports festival.” Aizawa answers.

“Ugh.” I whine, I hate sports.

“Oh that’s normal.”

“Is this really a good idea after the villain attack?”

“What if they sneak in again?”

“Apparently, they think of it as U.A. showing that our crisis management system is solid as a rock by holding the event. Security will also be strengthened to five times that of previous years. Above all, our sports festival is a huge chance. It’s not an event to be cancelled because of a few villains.”

“Sensei? Wouldn’t the villains be watching us? They clearly have a problem with us. I mean if they’re smart they’d watch us.” I say.

“We can’t do anything about that. Plus this happens every year who’s to say they didn’t watch last years?”

“I guess but still.”

“But that’s a good reason, isn’t it? It’s just a festival of sports.” Mineta says.

“Huh? Mineta, you’ve never seen the U.A. sports festival?” Midoriya asks.

“Of course I have.”

“There boring as hell.” I say.

“But Fuka what about the cool explosions?! Or the-.”

“One.” I point at Bakugo, he uses his quirk.

“Two I have nine siblings, two of which are older then me. And thirdly who cares? Oooh you have a quirk! I’m going to put you on a pretty pedestal just because you have one! Fuck off with that shit.”

“But Fuka you never know what someone quirk is! Like they could have laser eyes!” Denki says.

“That the best you could come up with?” Jirou says

“You try!” He snaps back

“Mind control.”

“Fair enough.” He says.

“Yeah I don’t care. Only watch it for the commercials.” I says

“Omg y/n remembers puppy monkey baby?!” Mina says

“Of course!” I gleam. 

“Anyways. In the past, the Olympics were called a festival of sports, and the whole country was crazy about them. As you know, with reductions in scale and population, they’re now a shell of their former glory. And now, for Japan, what has taken the place of those Olympics is the U.A. sports festival.” Aizawa says.

“Of course, all the top heroes around the country will be watching. For scouting purposes!” Yaoyorozu says. I tune out the rest not caring. After that we head to our class with Uraraka saying she’ll try her best at lunch. Now it’s time to leave. But of course the whole schools at our door way.

“Woah…Wh-What’s going on?!” Uraraka ask. Are they that dumb?

“What business do you have with class 1-A?” Iida asks. Mineta says some whiny bullshit.

“Scouting out the enemy, small fry. We’re the ones who made it out of the villains’ attack. They probably wanna check us out before the sports festival.” Katsuki says.

“And with that some of you probably won’t make it and will easily be replaced by one of them. That someone being Mineta.” I say, he shivers.

“There’s no point in doing stuff like that. Out of my way, extras!” Bakugo try’s to get through but is stopped.

“Stop calling people “extras” just because you don’t know them!” Iida says

“I’ve tried for years man he can’t change.” I tell Iida.

“I came to see what the famous Class A was like, but you seem pretty arrogant. Are all the students in the hero course like this?” Some purple guy says.

“I-.” I get cut off by Mina holding me.

“I’m protecting our honor!” I mumble into her hand.

“You don’t need too!” She says.

“Wanna keep talking?” Katsuki ask.

“Seeing something like this makes me disillusioned. There are quite a few people who enrolled in general studies or other courses because they didn’t make it into the hero course. Did you know that?” I lick Mina’s hand and she lets go and wipes it on me.

“Omg really?! You wanna be a hero? I could not tell that’s why everyone is here! But ya know we are just, what you say? Arrogant? Yeah that the word!” I say with sarcasm. 

“Well if the shoe fits, wear it.” He says

“Turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits.” I growl, this time Kirishima holds me back.

“Not very heroic of you. As I was saying the school has left those of us a chance. Depending on the results of the sports festival, they’ll consider our transfer to the hero course. And it seems they may also transfer people out.”

“Mineta I swear to Odin if you lose!” I yell at him.

“I promise I won’t!”

“Scouting out the enemy? I, at least, came to say that even if you’re in the hero course, if you get too carried away, I’ll sweep your feet out from under you. I came with a declaration of war.” He says I roll my eyes.

“You and I can meet at duel ground.” I say.

“I would love to but I don’t like wasting my time.” Purple hair kid says.

“Oh really? Then why are you still here?” I snap back.

“Just to give you a reminder.”

“You realize that make no sense? You just “declared war” on us. Didn’t realize we’re in the 1700s.” I air quote with my hands.

“Hey, hey! I’m from Class B next door! I heard you fought against villains, so I came to hear about it! Don’t get full of yourself! If you bark too much, it’ll be embarrassing for you during the real fight!” Some random guy pushes his way to the front.

“I would love to bite but I don’t think you want your head clean off.” His eyes widen in fear. Kiri let’s me go as Katsuki walks off.

“Wait a minute, Bakugou, Fuka! What are you gonna do about all this? It’s your fault that everyone is hating on us!” Kirishima says.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Huh?!”

“If their dumb enough to do this bullshit then their dumb enough to lose.” People yell at us but we walk away.

“Beach or gym?”

“Gym tonight beach tomorrow?” He nods and we go.

After tons of training it’s finally here. We sit in the room and I lay my head on the table. After everyone’s done talking Todoroki speaks up about a war on Midoriya.

“What is up with everyone declaring war?” Denki asks.

“I feel like we’re in the 1700s. I have the honor to be your obedient servant~.”

“We are not going through that phase again!” Katsuki yells at me I groan.

“A dot Bur.” Denki says.

“I���ll fucking punch both of you.” Katsuki says.

“A dot Ham.” I whisper to Denki he laughs.

“Didn’t think you’d watch that stuff.” I says.

“I did when I was younger. We should watch one sometime.” He says, I smile.

“Yeah remind me at lunch time I’ll grab my phone number.”

“Kk!” I then turn away to listen to the other talks.

“Mineta did you hear?” I whisper to him.

“She’s got a great body.” I nod at him.

“You think I got a chance?” I ask he thinks for a bit.

“If you treat her like a goddess I bet.” He says.

“Of course I would.” I say a little to loud.

“Oh shit we gotta go.” We run to catch up to the others.

We get called and I just hide behind Bakugo. Though I’m taller then him so it looks weird.

“What is Ms. Midnight wearing?” Kirishima ask.

“That’s an R-Rated Hero for you.” Kaminari says.

“Is it okay for her to be at a high school even though she’s R-Rated?” Tokoyami ask.

“I mean I’ve seen worse.” I says.

“Fuka are you okay?” Kirishima ask.

“No.” I say as flash backs to my little brothers.

“Quiet, everyone! Representing the students is Katsuki Bakugou from Class 1-A! With Y/n Fuka also in Class 1-A!” We walk up and Katsuki grabs the mic.

“I pledge… that I’ll be number one.” He then walks away. People yell boos but Midnight shuts them up. I grab the mic and start talking.

“You might know me as the girl who said heroes during the sludge attack were pathetic, or maybe the girl who bites microphones and cameras. From what I can tell almost everyone here during the whole we gotta see class 1-A because they fought villains thing. You all aren’t going to be good heroes. You are planning to target my class because of me and my friend. The said class that has done literally nothing to you. I understand going for me or Bakugo but the class has nothing to do with this shit. So until then you are all pathetic heroes. Oh and before I go thank you for the opportunity!” I then hand the mic to Midnight and leave.

“Boooo!” They yell.

“Yours boos mean nothing to me, I’ve seen what makes you cheer!” I yell once I make it to Katsuki we high five.

“Fuka, thank you.” Iida says.

“It’s what a real person would do it’s pathetic what the others are doing.” I say.

 “Now, let’s get started right away. The first game is what you’d call a qualifier! Every year, many drink their tears here! Now, here is the fateful first game! This year, issss!” The screen stops on an obstacle course race.

“All eleven classes will participate in this race. The course will be the outer circumference of this stadium -- about two miles! Our school’s selling point is freedom! As long as you stay on the course, it doesn’t matter what you do! Now, take your places everyone!” We all line up at the gate.

“Start!” Midnight yells. We all go, I see the gray hair kid and jump on his shoulder pushing me forward. He stumbles but makes it. I run to see a robots and it lands a hit on Mineta. I take that timing to run by but it grabs me. I gets it’s finger in my mouth and rip it off. Some wires stick out and I use my hand to pull them off. The hand goes limp and I fall down. I do a front role as I land and go back to running. I don’t listen to the teacher talk because it’s not needed.

I take a break and see the other catch up.

“If you fall, you’re out! If you don’t wanna fall, then crawl! It’s The Fall!” Mic yells. I groan, I can’t do anything with my quirk. Tsu runs ahead and jumps, landing on the rope.

“Well I got nothing.” I says I just crawl over. We make it to the next part and I shiver.

“And now, we’ve finally arrived at the final barrier! The reality here is… that it’s a minefield! It’s set up so that you can tell where the mines are if you look carefully! So you have to exploit your eyes and legs! By the way, these landmines are for games, so they’re not that powerful, but they’re loud and flashy enough to make you wet your pants!” Mic yells.

“That depends on the person.” Aizawa mumbles I just run straight ahead.

“What is Fuka doing?” Mic asks

“She’s using her six sense to avoid the mines.” Aizawa answers.

“Woah she really is like a shark.” Mic says. After a while everyone else follows some just copying my footprints and other just flying by. Which Katsuki and Todoroki fly pass me. Todoroki pushing me into a mine. I fly up and start swearing at him.

“You fucking shit head! Fucking ass!Motherfucker get your fucking bitchass over here! Fuckin’ Bitch! Motherfucking ass! When I get my fucking hands on you I’m gonna-.”

“FUKA GET OUT THE WAY!!!” Midoriya yells at me I try to fly with my hands but he hits me.

“Oof.” I say as I hit the thing.

“Oh god I’m so sorry!”

“Give me a sec.”

“Fuka?”

“Mhm.”

“Not to rush you but we’re gonna fall. And I would move over here.”

“Oh fuck.” I quickly move with Midoriya’s help and we land safeish. I roll off the metal and lay on the floor.

“Uhh well in a turn of events Izuku Midoriya or Y/n Fuka are the first to arrive! What a crazy way to win, smart but crazy.” Mic says the others make it as I stay on the ground.

“Fuka do you need the nurse?” Mina asks as I stare up at the ceiling.

“I’ll be fine. Just give me a hour or more.” I wave her off she giggles.

“Aww come on.” Mina then helps me up and I thank her. We head to Midnight as we wait for a few more.

“The first game of the first-year stange is finally over. Now, take a look at the results! The top 42 made it through to the next round. It’s unfortunate, but don’t worry even if you didn’t make it! We’ve prepared other chances for you to shine. The real competition begins next! The press cavalry will be all over it! Give it your all!” Midnight says Mina groans and I pat her shoulder. The screen shows that I got second place.

“Let me explain. The participants can form teams of two to four people as they wish. It’s basically the same as a regular cavalry battle, but the one thing that’s different is… based on the results of the last game, each person has been assigned a point value.” So I’ll team up with Bakugo, Mina and one others. Unless Bakugo doesn’t want to be on my team but I don’t know.

“You guys don’t hold back even though I’m talking, huh?! Yes, that’s right! And the points assigned go up by five starting from the bottom. So 42nd place gets five points, and 41st gets ten points! And the point value assigned to first place is… ten million!” So I have five million. Which I’m gonna get targeted. Great!

“It’s survival of the fittest, with a chance for those at the bottom to overthrow the top! During the game, it’ll be a cruel fight where you can use your Quirks. But it is still a cavalry battle. You get a red card for attacks that are trying to make people fall on purpose. You’ll be removed immediately! Now, you have fifteen minutes to build your teams. Start!” Midnight finishes. Well this will be a great day.

“Wanna join Katsuki’s team?” I ask.

“Yeah!” We walk to Bakugo and he has Sero.

“I got a plan just put me on top.” Katsuki says.

“Fine with me.” I says and Katsuki tells us the plan.

“We can’t just go after Midoriya the whole time!”

“Then go fine another team!”

“I will!” He looks like he regret it but it goes away in a second.

“Fine then!” He yells and I walk away.

“Fuka!” Gray guy yells I walk over.

“Your right, I wasn’t being manly. Do you want to join our team?” He asks.

“It’s fine, we all make mistakes. So what’s the plan?” I ask.

Part 8