#reflection saves lives‼️‼️

[yinttepk]

Aikaaaa where are you?!

well, you see-

okay, in all srsness tho

first and foremost, i am sincerely SO sorry for disappearing so suddenly like that 🙏

honestly, i genuinely wasn't expecting to go abruptly go poof outta nowhere either but

life had many other plans for me. and needless to say, i went through hell and back during this past month so to save you all from a sob story I'm gonna simply declare that i won 🗣️🗣️

as I am typing this, my heart is accelerating the limit it should have because well, im kinda anxious when it comes to going goners then reappearing after a month or so 😭

again, i do apologize

it's not to say that I am COMPLETELY returning ( you have school to curse for that.. IM IN MY LAST SEM THO SO WERE NEARING FREEXOM AYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY ) however, I will do my best to catch up w yalls since its the least i believe I can do atm to express my inexplicable gratitude to yalls 😭💕

i am in the midst of beating up burnt out for doing this to me causing me to neglect important beings in my life so dw now yall 🥰

good news is that I've spent the majority of my leftover sanity to improve to the best of my capabilities in art tho;) and I'm quite proud of how I'm doing now;D

I greatly appreciate everyone, especially those who expressed concern for me. sorry for making you guys worry. I want to let y'all know that I am so thankful for y'all ( expect me to bug you even more now )

there are so much things i planned to yap about to y'all but hey, my fingers typing aren't necessarily in the mood to play along with me 😔 ( i could've handled this explanation wayyy betteebbut I am panicking bcs I accidentally pressed what I shouldn't have approx 30 mins ago the second I opened a certain of one of the few social medias I've havent ever since forever )

[palestinianmenna0]

Perhaps if you care about art, you will understand me.‼️

I have been practicing my hobby of drawing in my free time; I am very passionate about it and feel that it is my only outlet. The war has destroyed everything—my possessions, my dreams, and my talent. Now I feel drained and have lost my passion because of everything we are going through. I have documented part of our suffering through simple drawings

This drawing describes part of our suffering that we can't even put into words. Destruction, bombing, loss, and death surround us at any moment, stealing everything we love. The lack of water and drinking water, and the extreme difficulty in providing it. Losing our loved ones and family members, losing our children and dreams, the destruction of our homes and everything we cherish. The planes and their terrifying sound that no human ear can endure. Perhaps through this drawing, I wanted to express my feelings a little, but what we are living is much harder than any description.😔😔💔💔

This drawing depicts our attachment to our land and reflects the suffering of the elderly from this brutal, destructive war that devastates everything around us. The tears of this old man perhaps express a bit of our pain. We do not want death; we want life and to hold on to our land. We want to achieve our dreams, celebrate our accomplishments, and live in safety.😭💔💔

This is my embodiment of this painful image. A mother is the sacrifice; she endures all the pain of seeing her children hungry, suffering, and scared, yet she is powerless and unable to act. What agony and sorrow is this? What burden can a woman bear, a burden that even a mountain would struggle to carry? The situation has become unbearable and more difficult than anyone can imagine or endure. Put yourselves in our place for a moment—what would you feel and do?

This drawing was made by my younger brother, who brought it to me. At first, I thought they were toys, but he later told me that the girl lost her leg due to the bombing, and the one next to her lost both her legs because of the war and shelling. The other figure is a paramedic coming to help the injured. The small child at the bottom of the picture is a child who was killed in the bombing. Is this childhood? Is this a normal drawing for a child who is no more than nine years old? Do you think it's natural for a child to only think about death, bombing, and destruction? He also told me that he doesn't want to die and that he wants to go to school like other children.😔😔💔💔💔

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[1stuffedtiger]

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[mosabeldali]

The ongoing polio vaccination campaign in Gaza, which aims to inoculate 640,000 children under the age of 10, showcases the hypocrisy in the current geopolitical landscape.

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[snwycde]

Connected (Bang Chan) part 5

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings‼️: MDNI, mentions of s*xual thoughts in the beginning (continuation of part 4)

summary: slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is part 5!!!

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Chan hops into the shower, he’s usually not one for morning showers but - well due to the circumstances he’s been given, he doesn’t really have a choice.

I haven’t seen her in like three weeks. What the hell? Chan rinses his body, trying not to think of how vivid his dream felt. “Fuck,” he says out loud getting mad because he’s starting to get hard again. He reaches and turns on the cold water.

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“Chan hyung, where are you going?” Jeongin as he sits on the couch watching, “The studio is closed this week for remodeling.”

“Fuck, right.” Chan stands for a minute thinking, “Thanks for the reminder Innie.”

Chan waves at Jeongin before leaving the dorm. He walks to the car and heads off from there. If you’re wondering where he’s going well…

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Connections. The sign shines, being hit by the sunlight as he parks outside of the cafe. 

He’s just here to eat some breakfast while working on some beats for his song, his song that he desperately needs to start on. But yeah, that’s the only reason. Not to wait and see if you’ll arrive at your family owned cafe. To sit down in your favorite spot, and work on whatever you need to work on.

Chan orders the same thing, but includes a toasted sandwich this time since he’s starving. As he waits for his drink and food to arrive, he pulls out his laptop and sets up his area. When he turns on his laptop he remembers, Right. Wifi.

As if someone read his mind, “The wifi passcode is magnets, all lowercase,” they set down a drink, their drink. Chan looks up to see you taking a seat right across from him.

“Look, I know this is a public business, but out of all cafes in Seoul, you decide on this one. Why?” You look cold, not the emotional self you were three weeks ago, it puts Chan on edge, unsure of how to respond.

“Hi Miss L/N, how are you doing?” A server comes up to place Chan’s drink and sandwich down, “Would you like your usual?”

Y/n nods and says thank you, sending the server off.

“I just like it here, am I not allowed to come here?” it isn’t a lie technically, he does like the cafe, but was it the full truth maybe not, “Also paparazzi aren’t allowed to come in here or in this district” he added, trying to save himself.

Y/n doesn’t seem relieved nor mad at Chan’s response; she just looks tired. “I want to talk about last time,” she places her drink down, “Can we talk about it?”

Chan does want to talk about it but he doesn’t and the fact that she brought it up so suddenly and that he wasn’t expecting it makes him say, “I don’t really know what’s there to talk about.”

Y/n makes a face, like “really?”, except instead of being annoyed she just seems disappointed, “You always hated confrontation.”

Chan just looks at Y/n not sure what to say, his silence annoys Y/n.

“Fine then. You listen and I’ll talk, okay?” Chan nods.

“I really don’t want to hate you. I want us to be able to move on happily with our lives with no hate for each other.” Y/n looks at Chan to see if he’ll say something, he just nods. “I think I was probably intoxicated and I was also in an emotional state last time you saw me. It was all just bad timing. I had no idea you’d be at the bar at the same time as me, especially… well yeah.”

“Yeah.” is all Chan gets out, trying to pretend like he didn’t follow her to the bar.

“In the car, I meant everything.”

That makes Chan look at you, “what do you mean?”

“Everything.” You play with your hands, you’re more nervous now, “I meant to get mad and irritated at you. I’m not going to deny my feelings just because you don’t agree with them. I don’t know or think you reflected on our conversation as much as I did but I know I got loud but it was just because it felt like you weren’t listening to me. And I know you technically don’t have to listen to me because like you said, we’re not dating.“ Y/n pauses to make eye contact with Chan, “I just had some pent up emotions that I just never got rid of and it was eating at me. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you when you’ve moved on.”

Chan doesn’t look away, “Y/n?”

She looks up at him, “yeah?”

“Did you mean it when you said I was the love of your life?”

Y/n forces a smile, and a pink flush shows onto her cheeks, she calms herself down quickly before answering with, “I mean, no shame in it, but yeah.” She picks up her drink right after, then continues talking.

But Chan can’t hear anything because he’s still thinking about it, “Why did you never tell me that?”

“What?” Y/n looks irritated that you interrupted her, but confused.

“Why didn’t you..you tell me I was the love of your life?” Chan hasn’t touched his food or drink.

“Because by the time I knew, I realized you didn’t think the same for me.” she sits up in her seat, “and no offense Chan, but I’m not one of your fans who’ll easily give you their heart and soul just because you say I love you to me. You can say that you loved me so much but your actions were lacking. It just wasn’t eno–”

“I love you. I mean I loved you.” Chan blurts out.

Y/n looks at him, quite shocked.

“You – I-I did love you, so much. Too much. ”

“Chan I need you to stop,” Y/n suddenly looking sad.

“No, come on now, listen it’s my turn to speak,” Chan places his hands flat on the table, “I loved you too much. It was indescribable. From the first time I met you here. I fell in love with you. And every single interaction after that I knew you were going to be the love of my life.”

Y/n looks around not being able to respond, nervous.

“Every time I saw you, you would pull me in. Like,” Chan stops, “...magnets.”

Chan looks into Y/n’s eyes, “did you make the password here?”

“Chan, it was made a long time ago.” She shrugs it off.

“No, I came here once a year ago, and the password was some random plant name.” Chan suddenly has more life into the words he’s saying.

“It’s just a word.” Y/n doesn’t look him in the eyes.

“Y/n, look at me.”

She doesn’t.

“What if we try again.” Chan isn’t asking, he’s stating.

You look up at him, “What?”

“I-I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my dreams, especially since I first saw you last month at the ice skating rink, you’ve been on my mind.”

“Chan stop.”

“No Y/n, come on, I know we have some things to fix between us, but you have to feel it too. Every time we see eachother we are pulled to eachother. Like magnets. That was our joke remember?” Chan’s just ranting now, he’s speaking so much more than he has in years. “We said we are total opposites, but we loved eachother. We were magnets, pulled together to be connected.”

“Y/n.” Chan gets you to look in his eyes for a moment, “I want to try again. I-I want you, I don’t what it is but I know it has to be you,”

Y/n’s eyes get watery but she scoffs, “Chan you’re not being fair right now.”

“Is this not what you wanted? For me to communicate how I’m feeling?”

“It’s too late for that Chan.”

“No, no it’s not, Y/n,” Chan takes both of your hands into his and looks you in the eyes, “I still love you.”

Chan watches as a tear drops down Y/n’s face, as she pulls her hands away, “I don’t think you understand how hurtful that was.”

“What?” Chan watches as she starts to stand up taking her drink, “Y/n –”

“Look, I wanted to say thank you for the ride and for the situation I was in with my boyfriend. I seemed –”

“Wait boyfriend?”

“Yes, please don't interrupt me.”

“You mean ex boyfriend?”

A bell rings saying that someone entered, making Y/n look over, Chan’s eyes following hers. 

A guy smiles and waves at her, and walks over to her, seeing Chan his face drops. 

“Hi Jaebum,” Chan hears you say softly to him before turning back to Chan, “Chan this is my boyfriend, Jaebum. Jaebum, this is my old friend… Chan. ”

“Hi we met briefly before, and I spoke with Y/n and I just wanted to apologize for my behavior.” Jaebum softly bows, “I’m really sorry, and thank you for taking care of her in that moment when it should’ve been me.” Jaebum looks at Chan.

Chan is silent, unsure of what to say, just looking at him.

“Jae, do you think you can wait in the car? I’ll be right out.” He nods before saying bye to Chan which Chan lazily waved back.

After Y/n sees Jaebum leave, she looks at Chan, “Look –”

“That guy is your boyfriend? Still?” 

“Chan don’t act like you know anything.”

“Do you love him?”

“You don’t get to ask that.”

“No, tell me right now,” he stands up, his figure leaning over you, “Tell me you love him.”

“You don’t deserve to know that.”

“Tell me you love him more than me.”

“Chan!” She looks at you in disbelief, “I-I have to go. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

She leaves him quickly, leaving him standing next to his table, watching her as she walks out the doors.

author's note: im so so so so so sorry for taking so long to make a part 5. please forgive me college has been a huge bitch to me lately. thank you so much for your patience and i promise i will never take that long again to post an update on this story or any story without announcement 😔

[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ No. 8

The campus was quiet, the news spreading like wildfire. Emiri sat at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the dormitory. She sat by herself for thirty minutes before Megumi silently joined her sitting to her left. 

“He’s really dead,” she whispered softly.

“Yeah,” Megumi responded lowly.

They fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their loss hanging between them like a shroud. The sound of distant footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, a stark reminder of the bustling life that once filled the campus.

After a while, Emiri spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“Do you think... Do you think there was something we could have done?"

“I don’t know,” he stated sadly. “Don’t blame yourself.”

Emiri broke her stare from the stairs in front of her and looked over at him. Megumi's eyes met Emiri's, reflecting the same mixture of grief and confusion. Despite the pain they shared, there was a sense of solidarity in their silent exchange.

“I…I just keep replaying it all in my head…” Her eyes became glossy as she gazed at him. “Could we have saved him?”

Megumi gulped as he looked over at her, her sadness pricked at his soul. His hands lingered on each other as he urged himself to keep them in his lap. He took a steady breath as he maintained eye contact with her.

“We did the best we could,” he stated as if he was trying to convince himself.

She nodded sternly before she looked down at her hands. Emiri could’ve sworn that at that moment her hands were covered in blood. She folded them together as she squeezed her eyes shut then opened them again to see her clean hands. 

Emiri gulped as she unfolded her hands, it felt like his blood was on her hands. And it wasn’t fading. 

Megumi was to her left and Nobara sat a few steps behind them positioned in between them. Emiri’s elbows were on her knees and her chin was in her hands. He was robbed of his life and all she could do was stand there and get beaten and battered.

All she could do, all she could will herself to do was to become stronger. Something seethed inside her, something clawed at her rib cage. She barely knew Yuji, but the tragedy was something that occurred every day. Something that Emiri could prevent.

She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard footsteps behind her. Nobara lingered at the top of the stairs before she slowly walked down and sat behind them. Emiri looked over at her as she let out a sigh.

“Live a long life,” Nobara whispered. “Guess that doesn’t mean much when you die yourself,” 

Emiri lifted her head slowly as she looked over at Megumi. His legs were spread and his arms resting on his thighs.

“First time having a partner die?” she asked hesitantly.

His gaze shifted to hers, his green eyes were stone cold, serious, cutting through her like razor blades. Despite the loss of their comrade, Megumi was reluctant to relinquish his smugness, letting himself appear unaffected by the events. Yet, Emiri had seen him when Yuji fell at his feet, she had seen the way his lip quivered, how he stifled a sorrowful gasp.

“One my age…yeah,” Megumi responded coldly.

“Me too,” Emiri murmured barely enough for either of them to hear.

“You two are taking it well though.” Nobara sighed.

“Yeah, you too,” Emiri stated the response was almost automatic.

“Well, of course,” Nobara huffed reassuming her off-putting attitude. “two weeks ago I didn’t even know him. …I mean, jeez.”

Her words trailed off as her face became sad, and her lip began to quiver as she choked back a sob. Emiri looked back at the auburn-haired girl, her expression almost lifeless. She had grown up around death, she was born into a dying family. What upset her about Yuji’s death was the loss of a strong sorcerer, a pure soul, a gentle human being who could’ve saved them all. Yuji wasn’t just the possible solution to Sukana’s existence, but his kindness and innocence offered him so much more strength. 

Emiri turned her body forward as Nobara continued to struggle with holding back her tears. Megumi’s eyes shifted slightly to Emiri’s.

“It��s hot, isn’t it?” He remarked.

“Yeah,” Emiri huffed as she looked out at the campus. “wonder if it’s time for summer uniforms?”

The weight of grief hung heavy in the air as Emiri, Megumi, and Nobara grappled with the loss of Yuji. Each copes in their own way, revealing glimpses of vulnerability amidst their attempts to remain composed. They remained in silence, the sounds of nature engulfing them until sharp footsteps on the cobblestone filled the air.

The first-years looked up as a lean, athletic woman neared them. She had a slender form and broader shoulders, thin wire glasses, and dark hair thrown into a ponytail with bangs hanging around her face. She placed her hand on her hips while the other gripped a covered weapon slung over her shoulder.

“So, what’s this,” she huffed. “You look even more miserable than usual, Megumi.”

“Oh, what’s up Zen’in.” Megumi huffed.

“Stop calling me by my last name.” the woman huffed annoyed.

“Maki! Maki!” a gruff voice called from behind her.

Maki spun around, diverting her attention from the first years. She looked back at two figures behind a statue in the courtyard. One was a short but slender boy with a sandy mess of hair that obscured his eyes. His uniform was pulled high over his mouth. The other was a panda, the large black and white bear hiding behind the statue.

“You don’t know why they’re so down?” The panda questioned as he glared at Maki.

“No, should I?” Maki huffed as she crossed her arms.

“Someone died,” the panda urged. “a boy, one of the first years.”

“Bonito flakes,” the sandy-haired boy stated lowly.

“Why didn’t you say so?!” Maki twitched as she scowled at the panda. “Now, I look like some kind of heartless cold-blooded demon!”

“Yeah, that’s how you came off.” Emiri chimed as she looked up at Maki.

Maki groaned as she began to argue with the two.

“So who are these guys?” Nobara asked as she watched them bicker.

“Second years,” Megumi informed. “Zen’in is the best of all the students at wielding cursed tools. And that’s the cursed speech user Inumaki,” he gestured to the short boy. “He can only speak in rice ball ingredients.”

“He is a little bit softer when Yuta’s around though.” the panda sighed as he looked over at Megumi.

“And that’s Panda,” Megumi stated bluntly. “There's one more, his name is Okkotsu and he’s actually the only second year I genuinely respect, but he’s overseas right now.”

“Must’ve taken a village to get you to respect someone,” Emiri mumbled.

“Panda? That’s all you’re giving me is Panda?” Nobara questioned as she gawked at Megumi.

“Sorry to hit you up with this now when you’re in mourning. Bad timing. Please forgive us for that,” Panda began as he neared the stairs where they sat. “But see, we’d like you both to be in the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.”

“Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event?” Nobara repeated in confusion. “What is that?”

“It’s a get-together with the other high school in Kyoto,” Megumi commented.

“Isn’t that event mainly for second and third years?” Emiri asked as she looked over at Panda.

“Turns out the idiot third years got themselves suspended, so you need to participate.”

“So what exactly do you do at this event?” Nobara questioned.

“It goes like this,” Panda began. “Day one is a team battle and day two is individual battles.”

“Team and individual?” Nobara was awestruck.

“Jujutsu battles where anything short of killing is fair game.” Maki continued.

“We’re fighting other sorcerers?!” Nobara yelled.

“Don’t worry we’ll train you up,” Panda confirmed confidently.

“So are you in?” Maki finally questioned. “I understand your partner just died.”

“We’re in.” Megumi and Emiri started at the same time as Nobara contorted her face in confusion.

She slowly stepped forward joining the other two. Emiri clenched her fists as she recalled the battle at the detention center, she had much to work on. In that moment she vowed she would become stronger, stronger for her fallen comrade. 

“But if I decide your training is pointless,” Emiri spoke informatively. “I’ll quit instantly.”

“Same here.” Megumi nodded.

“Well, people this cocky are all the worthwhile more to train.” Panda beamed.

The second years began to chatter as the training commenced. Nobara, now filled with excitement, bounded down to the track with them as Emiri declared she and Megumi would be a minute. She hesitantly turned to the boy as he shot her a harsh, yet confused look.

“There’s something…I-I think we should do,” she reached into the pocket of her uniform and pulled out a scrap of fabric with letters woven into it then passed it to Megumi, his eyes widened. “you should give it to her.”

Emiri's suggestion hung in the air, adding a layer of weight to the already somber atmosphere. Megumi took the piece of fabric from her, his expression unreadable. He glanced down at it, fingers tracing the letters woven into the fabric. Memories flooded back, emotions stirred within him.

“Are you sure?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Emiri nodded solemnly, “She deserves to know."

“I-I’m not sur–”

“Megumi, this is what I think of as Yuji’s last wish,” she whispered, feeling the weight of the memories. “I’ll go with you…but you should give it to her.”

Megumi nodded softly. At this signal, Emiri turned on her heels and they began their short journey out of Tokyo. They found and arrived at Okkazki Tadashi’s mother’s home within thirty minutes. Megumi was hesitant as he brought his fist to the door and knocked, but ultimately did it. The door creaked open softly to the face of a short brunette woman.

She smiled sweetly as they introduced themselves and then welcomed them into her home. Megumi was solemn as he spoke to the lady informing her of why they were there.

“By the time we got to the scene your son was already dead,” he stated as the woman’s expression began to fold. “I’m sorry,”

She let out a soft sob and Megumi looked back at Emiri, but she nodded softly and he continued.

“To be honest I was skeptical of saving any of the people in there, however, my friend was different. He wasn’t successful, but he at least tried to bring his body back for you.” Megumi sighed as he pulled out the name tag and reached in toward the woman. “Please take this, I know it’s not much, I’m sorry we weren’t able to save him.”

“It’s alright…don’t apologize,” he stated sorrowfully.

Her sobs grew and shortly she showed them out. Megumi was silent, his head hung low as they exited the building.

“Thank you,” he remarked softly and Emiri glanced over at him. “Answer me something,”

“Hm?” Emiri hummed.

“As a sorcerer, what kind of people do you want to save?”

Emiri paused, considering Megumi's question carefully. The weight of their recent experiences, the loss they had endured, and the purpose they held as sorcerers all converged in her mind.

“I want to save those who need me, those who are powerless against the curses that threaten their lives," she began, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling within her. “I want to save those who are kind, those who strive for goodness even in the face of darkness. And... I want to save those who have lost hope, those who feel abandoned and alone."

Megumi listened intently, his gaze fixed on Emiri as she spoke. Her words resonated with him, echoing his sentiments buried deep within his heart.

“Yuji... he wanted to save everyone," Megumi murmured, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. “He had this unwavering belief that no one should be left behind, no matter the cost."

Emiri nodded, a solemn understanding passing between them. They both carried the weight of Yuji's legacy, a reminder of the ideals they strove to uphold. Emiri smirked softly, surprised by Megumi’s softness at her. His content expression faded when he saw her smirk.

“Sounds like someone finally made a friend,” she remarked playfully.

Megumi groaned at her change in tone, the automatic shift back to her usual personality. The tone irritated him so much, but he sighed. Today he found her attitude, her shots at him, a reminder of what he still had left.

“Your insults are actually refreshing today,” he stated as he looked over at her.

“Oh, I’m glad,” Emiri smiled, placing her hand against her chest. “I knew you’d start to like me.”

Megumi scoffed and they began to bicker. Emiri couldn’t help but smile as they resumed their usual harsh banter. They quickly found their way back to Jujutsu High where the second years and Nobara were waiting for them. Nobara had begun training with Panda while Megumi and Emiri arrived, changed out of their uniforms, and into training clothes.

“Where were you two?” Maki questioned as she raised her eyebrow.

Megumi began down the stairs around the track and towards Maki, Emiri lingering behind him. Maki had a staff resting on her shoulder, Inumaki was sitting to her right, and Panda and Nobara were running around the track.

“What does it matter to you?” Megumi responded heartlessly.

“Fushiguro!” Nobara grumbled as Panda swung her around and she began to ramble. “Let me go buy some cute tracksuits for this event!”

Panda released Nobara and Maki stepped forward swinging her staff and looking back at Megumi.

“So first, see if you can land a blow on us,” she challenged as she narrowed her eyes.

Word Count: 2,313

[toulousewayne]

Wonder Woman: Apex Predator

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This is a concept for a live-action theatrical Wonder Woman Movie.This film would be in Phase 3.

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Synopsis:Wonder Woman has fought May foes, some of which were not of her world. But now Diana will now face her most formidable and furious opponent yet.

Release: March 6,2026

Runtime: 2 Hour, 32 Minutes

Rating:PG-13

Theme:

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Cast:

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman………Christian Serratos

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Barbara Minerva/Cheetah………Ana De Armas

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Circe…………….Bryce Dallas Howard

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Cassie Sandsmark/Wonder Girl……Meg Donnelly

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Helena Sandsmark……Sarah Michelle Gellar

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Guest Appearance:

Barry Allen/Flash……..Sam Claflin

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Concept Art:All artwork belongs to the original artist ‼️‼️‼️‼️

WW:

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Cheetah:

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Wonder Girl 1st Suit:

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Wonder Girl 2nd Suit:

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Plot:

The film opens with Barbara going to a small region in Africa with a small group. She was sent her by Circe to uncover several ancient artifacts.

Wonder Woman returns to mortal realm and visits Helena Sandsmark, to gain a better understanding of her new abilities since discovering her true Amazon status being reinstated.

Cassie’s powers are growing by the day and she has to come clean to her mom about them.

Barbara’s team stumbles into an rare African Ritual. She demands they give her the artifact. Which turns into a battle where most of her team is killed. She escapes into the jungle with the artifact of the Goddess.

Wonder Woman takes Cassie to with a device created by Helena that allows her to travel to and from Paradise Island where she can hopefully learn to control her abilities.

Barbara escapes into the temple of the Goddess and is cornered by the Chief of the tribe. She shots in self-defense and he bleeds out. His blood touches the ideal in Barbara’s hands and it curses her for her impurity.

Wonder Woman goes to home and arrives at the Pentagon where she’s briefed on the attack at the African tribe. Who was under the US military watch. She travels and finds the tribe and outsiders all slaughtered.

She meets Circe for the first time who Diana ask is she behind this massacre. Circe tells her that she played her part, but this was a ploy to kill her.

Circe vanishes in purple smoke as Diana hears a loud growl. Shes attacked while distracted and is quickly thrown through the jungle.

Only in the full moonlight does she see the Cheetah who comments that it’s been a while. She reveals she blames Diana for her career downfall and wants her to pay in blood.

Wonder Woman and Cheetah have their first major battle throughout the jungle with Diana being tired and unprepared from her last battle. Cheetah is about to kill her when a portal opens to red blur throwing Cheetah into the jungle.

Wonder Woman his picked up and taken through the portal.

When she awakens in Helena lab she’s shocked that the person that saved her was the Flash.

Barry asks Diana what happened, she recounts to him what happened to her during the events of the war (the first film) and what happened to her former friend Barbara.

Barbara awakes in a cave, back as a human. The cave which is the hidden lair of Circe. She see her reflection to find her appearance to be ghostly and frail. She even comments how she feels drained and weaker. Circe tells her that she can fix that,but she must kill Diana this time.

Circe hands her a chalice full a crimson liquid. Barbara fires at her that this is just as much her fault as it is Diana’s.

Circe warns her that if she doesn’t obey her she’ll let the curse eat her away until she’s dies, and by her calculations thats she die a slow and painful death before the next full moon.

Barbara agrees reluctantly to kill Diana. She drinks from the chalice and is painfully and rapidly transformed back into the Cheetah. As her transformation is completing Circe sends her through a portal.

Barry and Diana listen to Helena who explains to them the source of the ritual Barbara took part in and why she became the Cheetah.

A news board cast about a Cheetah attack in downtown D.C. flashes across the screen. Diana and Barry arrive at the DC Mall where citizens are fleeing from Cheetah who’s stronger, faster, and even more bloodthirsty than before.

Barry saves a citizens from Cheetah and WW sends her flying from the middle to the lower level of the mall.

WW and Cheetah are constantly leaping, and jumping throughout the mall attacking one another until Cheetah sends WW through the front door of a department store.

WW tells her that this is Circe controlling her, she pleads with Barbara to give up and let her help her.

Cheetah tells her Barbara is dead and she’s is the Cheetah and sneak attacks Diana. WW is able to use her braces to deflect the attack but is flung through the store and into the center of the mall.

WW is across the street in the park when the Flash arrives and Cheetah growls at the two. She tells Diana that she’ll never stop her. A violet cloud appears and Circe reveals herself and tells Diana that the time is come for them to fight.

She shoots at a wore down Diana but a flash of scarlet lightening appears and Circe’s attack is deflected by braces to belonging to Cassie a.k.a. Wonder Girl. The magical powers are absorbed into her arm. She and Diana leaps towards Circe as Cheetah leaps towards Barry.

Diana, Cassie, and Circe have an epic battle throughout the skies of DC. Cassie uses her new lasso and hold Circe in place, and by doing so Diana nearly kills Circe in the end who tells Diana that she isn’t any different from Circe herself or the Gods and Goddess she worships. The Cheetah appears uses her claws on Circe nearly killing her.

She tells her she only worked with her long enough to get WW vulnerability enough to kill her. Circe enrages uses her powers to escape but not before vowing to end both Cheetah and Diana.

Diana uses her lasso and captures Cheetah. Unable to break free of the lasso Diana commands her to tell the truth. Cheetah confesses to Diana that she doesn’t fully hate her but she’s is envious of her. Barry arrives and injects a sedative. Cheetah vows she get her and falls asleep.

Shee’s imprisoned in a Star Labs facility with a collar to dampen her abilities. Diana and Barry have a quick chat and she thanks him for her help.

She returns to her apartment where she finds Cassie or Wonder Girl on her balcony. They have a chat and Diana gives Cassie the original WonderGirl suit. And also, gives her the Lasso of Lightning. She tells her it was apart of the armor she received but she prefers her current Lasso. Cassie thanks her and tells her about a bomb threat in a Capital building.

The last scene is Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl crashing the room full of terrorist who are shock and scared when the shoot at the women who deflect their bullets. The two smirk to each other and WW tells her they never learn. Then finally the scene goes black to the end credits.

[v4mpgee]

Save my family from the devastation of war

Hello

Iam Jihad Nasser, a 34-year-old aluminum technician who took great pride in his work and his family. Jihad was deeply content with his beautiful family: his wife Ghada and their three children—Nasser, who was 6 years old, Jana, who was 10 years old, and Mohammad, who was just 2

Before the war, Jihad enjoyed a peaceful and stable life. His days were filled with work and joy, and his home was a place of hope and happiness. Each day was a new opportunity to achieve his dreams and provide security for his family. His home was filled with cherished memories and big dreams.

But then, the war arrived suddenly, opening doors to pain and fear. Bombs destroyed everything Jihad held dear—he lost his job, his workplace was wrecked, and his home, once a safe haven, was reduced to ruins. Everything turned to ashes in moments, and Jihad found himself facing a new reality full of devastation and despair.

With no choice but to flee in search of safety for his family, Jihad embarked on a difficult journey. They wandered through war-torn areas, looking for a safe place, but hope was scarce. They saw destruction in every corner, and the faces of people reflected the harshness of the times.

Amidst this darkness, Jihad clung to a small hope in his heart—the hope of finding a place that could offer his family some degree of safety and peace. Each day was a new struggle, as he fought to secure food and a place to sleep, but hope never left him.

Jihad knows that any help, no matter how small, could make the difference between life and death. Thus, he appeals to anyone who can offer assistance to his family, not just to meet their basic needs but also to help rebuild his lost dream and give his family a chance to live with dignity.

His story reminds us that behind every number and image in war news, there is a real person trying to survive and live in peace. With every helping hand extended, we can restore hope and build a better future.

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[whaleman555]

Save my family from the devastation of war

Hello

Iam Jihad Nasser, a 34-year-old aluminum technician who took great pride in his work and his family. Jihad was deeply content with his beautiful family: his wife Ghada and their three children—Nasser, who was 6 years old, Jana, who was 10 years old, and Mohammad, who was just 2

Before the war, Jihad enjoyed a peaceful and stable life. His days were filled with work and joy, and his home was a place of hope and happiness. Each day was a new opportunity to achieve his dreams and provide security for his family. His home was filled with cherished memories and big dreams.

But then, the war arrived suddenly, opening doors to pain and fear. Bombs destroyed everything Jihad held dear—he lost his job, his workplace was wrecked, and his home, once a safe haven, was reduced to ruins. Everything turned to ashes in moments, and Jihad found himself facing a new reality full of devastation and despair.

With no choice but to flee in search of safety for his family, Jihad embarked on a difficult journey. They wandered through war-torn areas, looking for a safe place, but hope was scarce. They saw destruction in every corner, and the faces of people reflected the harshness of the times.

Amidst this darkness, Jihad clung to a small hope in his heart—the hope of finding a place that could offer his family some degree of safety and peace. Each day was a new struggle, as he fought to secure food and a place to sleep, but hope never left him.

Jihad knows that any help, no matter how small, could make the difference between life and death. Thus, he appeals to anyone who can offer assistance to his family, not just to meet their basic needs but also to help rebuild his lost dream and give his family a chance to live with dignity.

His story reminds us that behind every number and image in war news, there is a real person trying to survive and live in peace. With every helping hand extended, we can restore hope and build a better future.

Please donate ‼️

[benburnleyheroin]

Dear Reader, I implore you to take a moment to reflect on my words. Your compassion and support could be the lifeline that saves my family from despair. 💔🇵🇸🍉 My name is Muhammad Musa, and I am a 26-year-old father living in Gaza. I find myself in an unimaginable situation, having endured the horrors of war. My wife and I welcomed our first child into this world amidst chaos, a moment I had long awaited but which turned into a struggle for survival. 😢 For the past 10 months, we have faced relentless adversity. We have been uprooted from our home more times than I can count, fleeing without adequate transportation. With only a few belongings and the bare essentials, we sought refuge wherever we could find it. I had to make the heart-wrenching decision to have my wife give birth in a shelter, without the basic necessities—no diapers, no milk, just hope and determination. 💔 Now, with our home destroyed and our dreams shattered, I am reaching out for your help. I have created a donation account to secure a better future for my wife and our newborn son. Your contribution, even a small amount of $20, can make a significant difference in our lives. It can provide us with the means to escape the dire conditions in Gaza and protect my son from the epidemics and diseases that threaten his fragile existence. Every dollar counts, and your generosity can be the beacon of hope that leads us to safety. Please consider donating to our cause; your kindness could save my family from the brink of despair. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Together, we can make a difference. With heartfelt gratitude, Muhammad Musa [Donation Link: https://gofund.me/25affbbb] 🇵🇸🍉 https://www.tumblr.com/dlxxv-vetted-donations/758752953204113408/this-campaign-is-vetted-by-association-through?source=share It might help if you shared it.

Hello Muhammad! I can't imagine what you're going through especially 10 months. I pray for the safety and well-being of you, your wife, and your child.

Please everyone donate if you can 🙏 He still has a long way to go ‼️‼️

الحرية لفلسطين من النهر للبحر

[virtuallaundry]

i guess to give my final thoughts on the matter, while it was his reaction that was the problem and he really shouldve just apologized (mostly to save face), the thing he actually said wasnt racist and is just a reflection of how how kr ppl living in kr society literally dont know what racism is.

to them racism is an offensive word or attacking someone based on their appearance, they dont have an understanding of the intricate layers of how racism works in a racially diverse society and as a result their only understanding of it becomes "negative thing + race = racist‼️" which is just extremely stupid

multiple times ive seen kr ppl on socmed call things racist when they were objectively not, and in the process just showing that to them, racism is just whatever they dont like

like "going to sk to get plastic surgery" shouldnt be a controversial statement bc sk is known to be a leader in it and even markets it liberally. but because plastic surgery isnt deemed positive by kr ppl (which is its own lengthy issue), saying the above becomes "racist" by associating smth krs deem bad with sk. idk im not explaining this too well but anyways this is a dumb as fuck rant blog filled with unhinged posts so what the fuck ever

[mosabeldali]

You can understand the meaning of life through the window you view it from.

But as for us, we look out from the cemetery...

We are an extremely "fortunate" generation, documenting every moment of our deaths with the latest cameras... The world watches us in high definition, with crystal clarity, whenever it wishes.

We've experienced every type of disappointment, but the most painful is the indifference of those who watch, as if it doesn't concern them-like they're witnessing a flock of sheep being slaughtered.

All the photos we capture do not reflect reality at all.

The reality is like a group of people living on the edge of a cliff, being told that a fire will be ignited in them soon.

They have only a few hours to escape, or they will be completely annihilated,

while the Arabs and non-Arabs stand by watching like statues.

‼️ Every small contribution makes a big difference. Help me save my family and rebuild our lives. ‼️

[harryhoney-bee]

can you pleeeasseeee do something w the cowboy hat and belt buckle they gave him ‼️‼️

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

The cowboy hat stays on during sex 🕺

Warning: oral and vaginal sex.

Ps: I'm slightly high on pain medicine, so be nice <3

"What do you think?" Harry asked, twirling his body to give Y/n a full view of his outfit. He was wearing a cowboy hat that a fan had thrown on stage and a belt buckle with jeans (yeah, he had put on jeans just to try the bucket out).

The show had ended late last night and Harry went immediately to the tour bus’ room, taking his clothes off and sleeping only on his boxers, cuddling the sleepy girl waiting for him. When they woke up an arena representative asked if he could talk to Harry and gave him a beautiful belt buckle. It was unnecessary to say the singer was very happy, thanking the man and quickly calling Y/n to show her his new gift.

That's how Harry decided to give her a little show, he always enjoyed attention anyways, and the girl was very glad to help Harry and his narcissism.

"I think you look great! The fans did amazing giving you the hat, you look like a proper cowboy," she said, sitting on the edge of their bed, "a very hot one, I must say."

"Yeah, ya' think I'm hot? You don't look too bad yourself." Harry's smile turned into a smirk, " I love how this shirt shows all the hickeys I gave you some nights ago."

Y/n grabbed the buckle of his jeans, pushing him in her direction until she was faced with his naked chest, due to the high difference of having her sitting while he was standing on his feet.

"Possessive much?" Y/n teased, making eye contact with Harry, "I hope you know that I would also mark you up if it wasn't for them."

By them she meant the media and some crazy fans, they knew they should keep their relationship private and the consequences of their passion far away from Harry's body, or at least the parts that the public could see. Y/n normally didn't care about that, she was used to it as much as Harry was, it was just another part of their atypical relationship.

Harry on the other hand felt guilty, not wanting to feel like he was keeping her a secret. She wanted to give a smack on her head when Harry's lustful eyes turned remorseful.

"You know if it was up to me I would scream to the whole world you are my girlfriend, right?" He knelt in front of her, stroking her soft cheeks, "I don't mean to make you go through all of this, we just need to give the fans a bit more time to process those paparazzi photos."

2 months ago, when the couple had decided to go out on a walk on the beach they found three different paparazzi following them, minutes later Jeff called, saying they were trending on Twitter since 'Harry Styles had found a girlfriend', even though they didn't even hold hands, wanting to keep the walk as family-friendly as possible.

Needless to say, Harry and Y/n’s lives have changed since that. They hadn't been dating for too long when the pictures came out, they just didn't expect the media to be all over them, but it was understandable, considering that was the first picture taken of the couple ever.

So now Y/n was extremely private on social media, always taking care to not give anyone reason to start bad rumors about her because now that she was linked with Harry, all of her actions would reflect on his public figure.

"Harry, baby," she gently said, "I understand, we already had this talk multiple times, all that matters to me is that I have you, and that's more than enough, ok?"

He smiled, kissing her on the tip of her nose before putting his head on her naked thighs, "I don't deserve you, darling," he said, placing his lips on her skin, "but let me make up for it, alright?"

"Make up for it?" She asked, not quite getting his intentions.

The man just laughed, accommodating himself on the floor and opening her thighs. "Yeah, gonna give you a treat for being such an amazing girlfriend, but you need to be quiet, understand?"

Excitement filled the girl's body, swiftly nodding her head at the moment Harry lifted her shirt, leaving her bare in front of him, except for her underwear.

Harry looked at her body up and down, staring at her tits and finally her blue panties. He brought his tongue to her clothed center, sucking her clit through the satin fabric while Y/n gasped, holding to the duvet for dear life.

His fingers pushed the underwear to the side, getting a full view of her already wet pussy, he licked his lips, as if he was contemplating his favorite meal. Harry lap on her, playing with her bigger lips until he pushed in with his tongue, desperately fucking her, his hands grabbing the side of Y/n's thighs, trying to keep her in place.

Abruptly his tongue left her hole, being replaced by two of his fingers, which slid inside of her with ease. His cherry lips attached themselves to her button, swirling his tongue sloppily, trying to make her climax.

Her fingers were now holding into his cowboy hat, bringing him closer to her cunt as possible, his left hand was caressing her back calmly, doing the opposite of his mouth, which happened to be playing harshly with her clit.

In a few minutes she was cumming on his tongue, her body was shakily given the over-stimulating from having his fingers fucking themselves into her. Y/n tried not to moan, but the pleasure was too much, raspy sounds left her voice while Harry buried himself in her.

The girl left his hat, tapping the side of his head, making the man look at her, wetting dripping on his chin. "Did it feel good, sweetheart?" He asked arrogantly while getting up and laying by her side, bringing her head to his chest, and softly caressing her head.

A few moments went by until Y/n could finally find her voice again, "that was...wow."

"Yeah? Am I that good?" He asked, a cocky expression on his face, which quickly turned into confusion when Y/n hooked her legs around his hips, turning them around and getting on top of Harry.

Y/n threw the buckle belt on the side of the mattress and got rid of his jeans, "yeah, you're good, but I want more." She started rubbing herself on his bulge, trembling because of the amazing friction.

Harry held her love handles, dictating her rhythm while he tried to bite back his moans, "fuck, if I knew you were this horny I would have fucked you earlier this morning."

He groaned when she pulled out his boxers, her hands looking small compared to the size of his cock. She took the hat that had fallen when they laid down on the bed and placed it back in his head, "save a horse, ride a cowboy. That’s what they say." She whispered to his ear.

She stroked his cock until it was hard and licking pre-cum, without any warning, she lined up his pink head on her entrance, sinking into him. Harry rolled his eyes, bulking his hips, trying to get as deep as possible inside her cunt. Y/n slowly began to ride him, her nails leaving red marks on the side of his butterfly tattoo.

Cowgirl was one of her favorite positions because of how deep Harry’s dick could get inside her, hitting the outside of her cervix, making her trembled. Her clit was nicely rubbing against his pubic bone.

“Stretching you good, baby?” he asked in a raspy voice, holding her rib cage, “you look so pretty like that, ya have no idea.”

“Fuck, Harry”, she cried, holding into his shoulder for support, “feels so good, you fill me up so nice.”

Harry took the cowboy hat from his head and placed it on her’s smiling at her. “Can you go faster, sweetheart? Love you so much.”

The girl held into the hat and bent her body down, so her tits were right into Harry’s face, his teeth softly bit her nipples, sucking on the nub while Y/n ground her hips against him. Her ass was squeezed by Harry’s hand as he once again, gained control of her rhythm, making her roll her body more frenetically.

With a few more thrusts of her hips, she felt Harry released inside her with a moan, seconds after she followed him, drenching his body on her wetness. The man lazily pounded his hips, spilling all he had inside her, feeling her walls contracting around his cock, milking him dry.

Y/n fell into his body, still connected to him. She laid her head on his shoulder, listening to his breathing as her body calmed down. Her eyes were closed, feeling too tired suddenly, but Harry began talking to her, making her alert again.

“Wanna take a nap, baby?” he asked, taking the hat from her, placing it on the nightstand, and kissing her lips sweetly.

“Yeah, can you stay with me? Or do you have to practice with the band?” she was fighting her tiredness, for some reason she always felt the need to sleep after an intense orgasm, and well, she just had two.

“Course I can, I would never lose a nap session with my favorite cowgirl,” he charmingly said, kissing her forehead and wrapping their bodies on the soft duvet.

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[halydineyes]

********TW: MENTION OF SELF HARM & MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES‼️******************

Who am I & when

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Who am I & when,

Where does me begin,

& my suffering end,

Will I see myself in a reflection,

Start a life without projection,

From my father & mother,

Perhaps a friend or ex-lover,

Keep score on my wrist

Of each kiss

That I missed—

If you agree, a list,

Of every sol that shift,

A reminder,

Of those to come will drift

Who am I & when,

Will I ever be more than,

A sister, a daughter,

A friend, or a girl to keep in your bed,

A woman who ought to,

Take pride & move on to,

Something better instead

Who is she & why,

Is there much dichotomy,

Is it me to try,

For peace of mind in variety,

Will my odds ever even,

Give me something to believe in,

Or be in my favor,

“Can’t I please save her?”

This society will cost her anxiety, piety will save her sobriety, dubiety makes her lose self control, defiety, take the wheel without a hold,

Come full swing in a circle,

Since she’s always so doubtful,

& needing a hand-out full,

Let me take over vitally,

Maybe we can feel alive, finally,

Live up to the family name,

Without accepting blame,

For things we did to survive, spinally,

Is it true, honestly,

That she’s a catastrophe,

If she’s a part of me,

Then what am I,

Despondency?

Who am I & when,

Will you see the demons behind my skin,

& accept my world of sin..?

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A Scribble yet to be finished and named:

Standing out, with the image that I made myself

Falling out, of a story that I wrote times twelve..

[azurewoods]

Spoilers 290‼️

I found interesting that Dabi told Endeavor he never forgot what he did to him. Correct me if I'm wrong, they haven't specified what Endeavor did to Touya but is theorized that he probably was put through something similar to Shoto, or even worse taking into account his burnt skin.

Moreover, we know Endeavor has changed or at least he desires to. He wants to fix the bond with his children by trying to be nice, for example when he let Shoto bring Deku and Bakugo to his agency or when he ate with his family. We could say he's atoning with his family... right?

I can't help but compare this panels with Deku and Bakugou's relationship.

It's so similar with the "I was a really sh!tty person in the past but now I've reflected how I used to be, why I did it and why it's wrong, so I'm trying to make up for it". First, we're talking about Bakugo, he tormented Deku through junior school and even told him to end his own life. This continued until UA, when he started showing more respect towards Deku after kacchan vs deku 2. In recent chapter we saw Bakugou is atoning for what he did and unexpectedly he saved Deku from AfO. (not unexpectedly he's literally training to save other people's life, but you know what I meant)

As for Endeavor, he also did horrible things to his kids. Basically he abused (physically and mentally) his older and younger kids in order to beat the number one hero he couldn't beat. But then, when he became the number one after All Might's retirement, he started reflecting. We saw him trying to reach Shoto (and being left on read lmao) and being nice to Natsu and Fuyumi, however he has a long path to get their forgiveness.

But then there's the 'tormented' ones in this situation, Deku and Dabi. For Deku, he had a really bad time being quirkless and getting bullied for it, plus getting told by All Might that he can't be a hero, because he was quirkless. That's simply depressing. However, he got OfA and is now living his dream of being a hero. He acknowledges what Bakugou put him through but he still admires him. He could never hate him or seek revenge for what he did, he probably already forgave him. We could say things turned out good for him.

For Dabi I can't say the same. He was mistreated by his father with (probably) the intention of making him someone very powerful with his fire. I can say it wasn't a pleasant experience considering that he went to Natsu asking why he had to exist. At some point Dabi couldn't go further so his father "throw him away", earning himself a revenge from his own son. He tried killing his father in the nomu accident when he was with Hawks and planned on killing Shoto in a future when he becomes successful as a pro hero. Now his wishes of revenge are about to become true.

Having said that, let's see this panels

"you reap what you sow" is used to say that good things happend when you do good things, or in this case it means "bad things happens when you do bad things". Basically it's karma.

Enji did wrong and he hopes to fix things, looking fowards a better future with better actions. I mean, he's kind of conscious of what he did, but if he doesn't completely acknowledge what he did, the past is going to come back to bite his ass. Like now. And Dabi wants to be the one who teaches him that.

In Bakugou's case, he acknowledges what he did to Deku. We even see flashbacks of his memories when he bullied Deku. Now, he's atoning through actions, helping him, showing him respect, things like that. He saved Deku, when having this "hero occurrence" of his body moving by itself.

My point is, even if they were trying to do good, are they still going to receive this "punishment" from the bad things they did in life? Does that mean Bakugou will go through a difficult time? Maybe he is already 'paying' because he's been through (or being part of) unfortunate events. he was targeted and kidnapped in the Training Camp arc, he feels responsable for All Might's retirement in Kamino arc, he doesn't receive the hero license right away (is not thaat bad, but that might hurt his pride), his mentor (Best Jeannist) being presumably dead and now getting struck by Shigaraki's dark tendrils. A series of unfortunate events, guys

Now, for this panel

I feel that Bakugou is going to think this words a lot, because the Todoroki's 'struggle' has in common two things with his relationship with Deku: hurt and forgiveness.

I can't help but think that if Deku had never received OfA, never entered to UA or if the last words he had with All Might, his inspiration, were that he couldn't become a hero because he was quirkless; he would've turned into a villain. Just like Dabi, he would create a plan of revenge against Bakugou in the future. The outcome would be so similar, because who would like to see his bully/abuser become successful knowing very well the terrible person he is? I know Deku is naturally heroic and forgiving person, but even the kindest person breaks when they're not shown back kindness. There's also Gentle Criminal who is supposed to be the kind of person Deku would've turned if he didn't make it to the hero world. But hey, you can't tell me Deku isn't villain material. He has the brains, the quirk analysis to defeat every hero out there or at least make them have a hard time fighting.

Bakugou surely will think the what if's of his relationship with Deku, to reevaluate with more detail the consequences that could have led Deku in the villain side with the hell he made him live through junior school.

I'm not sure I would call this parallels but they have, in a way, a very similar story. What was done is done, the character has to solve by his own what he did wrong.

(again, sorry if there are any typos!)

In other matter, this chapter was just AMAZING. The dance was just perfect and Dabi living his best life gave me clear skin. Let's enjoy this for a moment

[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

🎫 here’s a gush pass :3 feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers >:3c

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Ahh! A gush pass??!! 😳🎫 @rose-wine-selfships thank you! Better late than never right? 🥺💖 ahh!

Am going to gush on the best two fictional loves of my life if you don’t mind? 🥺 I love Atsushi so much and I want to talk about my dear Jason too! 🥺🐺🐯 I hardly do and he deserves some nice spot light too ! For those that don’t know him to well! 🥺

Come and hear my rambling under the read more ≧ω≦

Mi Tigre! Mi amore! He is such a mood and such a vibe! I love his overall person, his design, his personality, his sweet and beautiful kindness towards people who have gone through similar situations as he had and his just can’t help but want to save them from such fates. He wants the best for all those he cares about and how he believed for a long while that if he can safe others than it would be enough proof for him to continue living. Even at the cost of his own life and I just (ಥ﹏ಥ) nooo my love please,,,

It’s kind of scary how much I resonated with that… not gonna lie, I’ve always had such a mentally too to an extent when I was younger, heck even a bit now but not as drastic as my younger self thought… (then again Digimon college Au definitely tells me otherwise… ;;w;; ahh anyway),,

Atsushi has definitely grown so much and is still learning to better himself! I believe that in this new environment of being with good people of the Agency, he will continue to develop and get better. Being surrounded by a found family that cares and loves his well being, will boost his confidence! And soon he will be truly an amazing mentor towards a future main 👀 watch the manga end the way it started with Atsushi saving someone who was in a similar situation 🥺 of course not the way Dazai did 👀 but it will be a full circle 🥺 like just envision an older!Atsushi in Dazai’s place of saying his name, “My name? Nakajima, Nakajima Atsushi!” 🌅 hdkahdkalfkaldhlasads not gonna lie I just want to see older Atsushi rocking his confidence and growth 💖🥰

Overall, I don’t think I’ve ever come to love such a main character before? The way I resonate with him makes me all warm and fussy and has allowed me to see,,, a lot about myself and reflect on it better. His path to healing isn’t linear, it’s been a constant up and down motion 🥺 I really don’t want to see him encounter more bad things ;;;~;;; but I know it’s to progress the story and for him to get better; but please Asagiri-sensei, don’t be so bad on him ;;0;;

I love mi Tigre so so much UwU he truly my source of comfort and love daydreaming of sweet and silly romantic things with him 💖 the ideal relationship and try to definitely lift myself up in anyway I can with him, especially during my depressive moments. Which happens a lot especially when it comes to comparing myself to others ;;w;; it’s a terrible thing and I swear I break my own heart so many times a day,,, but I know despite it all Atsushi loves me entirely because I am me, there is none other like me 🥺 all his kisses warm my soul ♥️(*´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥﹏°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ )人(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Now!! TO MY PRECIOUS GENTLE STORM, MY RAIN, MY DEAREST MATE 🥺‼️🐺🌧

Aghddkjahdkfkaljddj!!! The best boi, the best oc I love so dearly like! 🥺 Jason “Jaystorm” Grey! He is my own fictional OC that I created sometime in 8th grade I believe? About 2010! So almost 11 years I think!

He has dealt with a lot of my creative mind and just pure high school into college anguish ;;;w;;; my gentle storm hasn’t had the best life, in either Au or actual story he’s in. Legendary Wolf Warrior’s story, he and his later sister where born from an affair situation. While not much suspicion was raised with him, he later had to endure a lot of traumatic events in his life.

First, with his older brother leaving him behind to deal with his alpha father’s (older brother’s biological dad) anger.

Witnessing his actual dad (Jason and Lula’s dad) get murdered in cold blood, right in front of him, believing it was his fault for him trying to run away with his brother.

Become physically and mentally abused by his alpha, who was trying to shape him into something worse under all this abuse.

Witnessing said alpha, murder his mother for supposedly sending away his sister through a river. And because of the affair she had that birthed him and his sister. Who’s fate is unknown to him for a long, long time until they are much older.

And then the aftermath of standing up to alpha’s abuse and fighting back for all the years of torment he was put through. Gaining his powers of the Storm in the process. But Jason, bless him, never wanted to be the one to kill him, he just wanted to leave of his own accord, but this terrible wolf that raised and abused him wanted to fight and kill him for trying to leave.

Because of this, he is often plagued with nightmares and believes he sees him in the far distance for a long while after he travels on his own. The mental and emotional abuse staying with Jason for a long while. Even after when he arrives at the Forest of Dreams, being the last warrior to arrive of the seven that exist.

He has no control of his powers for a long time, sometimes drawing storms with the slightest anger. He had no idea how to fight without almost killing someone else in the process. Jason had so much guilt and fear of losing control of this higher power he possessed, even scared of losing the other warriors because of his lack of strength and skills at them. They, who have had their powers for far longer as younger pups.

But of course he has them too, despite his insecurities and fears, the others help him and show him how to better control such a power, especially at his age. They don’t turn him away as he worried so much, they train him and tell him to control his emotions that cause a major melt down of his powers.

Danielle especially (me in that sense UwU), who understands what it means to let one’s emotions get the best of them, helps him find his balance and most especially helps him talk about his past.

He definitely says it so nonchalantly, never realizing how bad his life was for a long time. Actually believing most alpha’s in wolf packs led with such a tyrannical stance. More than surprised by Dany’s father’s lead and his genuine kindness to others and other animals around the Forest of Dreams. A lot of it is due to the abuse of his own alpha and how his mind was filled with such negative things, especially about himself.

Jason does feel like an outsider most of the time, even more so than some of the other animals/humans who lived similar lives, but especially because of his powers. But he grows from when he first arrived in FoD, he learns to socialize more, how to hunt and give to the forest, how live a life of his own and not be ruled over by past influences. He looks back on his younger self a lot and reflects on how he wished to save that young version of himself from so much.

But he has in a sense, by living on his life and being everything his alpha never was and tried to instill in him. He has a new family, one that is genuine and true and would never leave him despite the terrible things that happened. 🥺🌧

Jason is my best mans, the best boi that deserves the world and much peace. Many think the Storm power for him is kind of odd considering his pretty pacifist nature and gentleness. I think it fits him perfectly anyway 💖🌧 he is pretty similar in Digimon Au, though most of his strength and growth is him and his experiences and also the voice encouragement by his Digimon, Raiwolfmon. Even so, he is still a dear and precious person, nothing like the terrible “father figure” that raised him. He is all his own and so much better.

Well I’ve talked for too long 👀🥰 I hope you enjoyed my gush ramble on the two loves of my life! 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖 I love my Atsushi and Jason so much and this gave me so much time to reflect on them, especially Jason 👀♥️ he is the best boi and love him so much in private a lot UwU but hopefully I can do more DanyJay things 💖🥺🌧🥰

Thanks again for the gush pass rose! 🥺 sorry for the long wait too UwU, bless you! 💖♥️🥺♥️🥺♥️💖 and excuse my rambling and maybe confusing spasm speak to explain things ;;w;; by all means I’m here to answer all the questions 👀😳