#she is my favorite sopping wet cat with fears of everything

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SHE WITH DA BIRDIE EUEUEUEUUE

Day 15 of Octobeni!

Today's Kobeni has her with my bird, Ichigo, who is comforting her

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hey there! don't mind me dropping these for the stp ask game

3. (Explore) Who's your favorite Vessel?

5. (Explore) Who's your favorite Voice?

19. (Explore) Do you have any unpopular opinion regarding the game?

ooh hmm,,

3. personally I'd say my favorite is the Prisoner! I feel like I could relate to her on a personal level, she kind of feels like me personality-wise (though I have been described as the Damsel before). I also use chains as a metaphor like being chained down to life and other factors, not having the freedom to do what you wish to do (this also is where Cage is a close contender, where she is described like how I would think about dissociation, which I really liked). other than that, I think she's aesthetically pleasing to me? I like how chains looks, I don't know. I like the funny Narrator lines when he reacts to the fact she cut her own head off too

my other favorite, however, is the Nightmare mostly because she's the first Vessel I've seen when the full game released (thanks to someone's playthrough, I went ahead and got the game for myself, and then I got Spectre lol, I think she's silly :3). I also like her design with the cracks and the mask... she's really cool (probably my favorite design out of all of the Vessels)

in regards to the Pristine Cut,Happily Ever After would be my favorite. it's the one route the Narrator admits that some things are worse than what he had feared. it's very symbolic and I suppose that resonates with me having been stuck doing the same actions over and over again before, and with life in general. it's something that really makes me question "was I really happy with being stuck in that for so long before?" to which the answer is no, I wasn't truly happy for those long months of repeating things for someone else's sake. like how Happily Ever After was trying to follow Smitten's wants so he could be happy (I've always seen Smitten as a little manipulative in a sense, more subtle than the Narrator and Opportunist. I didn't expect to see that expanded upon in the Pristine Cut, and that's definitely a thought for me). with that personal experience I have with a similar relationship of sorts, Happily Ever After is one I can relate to in that aspect

5. do I need to pull up a powerpoint presentation on why I like them all? /silly, this is gonna be a bit difficult and I'll try not writing an entire essay on why I like the Voices :3

Broken gets his own spot since he's my blog name lmao (sopping wet cat /pos). before the Pristine Cut, I already liked him since he kind of symbolized depression in a sense and I could relate to some parts of him. after the Pristine Cut... I like him more, like how he shows his strengths in the Apotheosis and the Cage. he appears empathetic outside of his main route, like how he comforts the others in the Fury (even the Player and Narrator). he managed through the pain of the Fury taking us apart and putting us back together atom by atom (Cold also does that, but in a different manner). I'll hold Broken in my hands like a little blorbo, he deserves some love and care after everything

my main favorites has got to be Hunted and Cheated though, with Paranoid and Opportunist close behind (various roleplays had me realize I relate to some aspects of Opportunist and made him more likeable as I think more about his character in that way). Hunted is because he's always been a comfort to me, maybe with how quiet he is or how he is our survival instinct. He's someone you can trust, someone that can be relied on when there's danger all around (sort of a reason why I pair Paranoid and Hunted together but that's not part of the question). and even after what happened in Stubborn's version of the Den (she eats he eats she eats he eats...), I'll be Hunted's fan. he's like a silly cat rabbit creature,,

Cheated is my other favorite because he's really funny. he's a funny little guy that turned the Cage into a comedy when the other variations are much more serious. and I love cards, to be honest, even though I don't know a lot of games and I'm not great at them. I love the card symbolism in his dialogue, he's a little gamer guy and I love him for that. at the same time, he can be pretty relatable when life slaps random things in your face that's just like what the hell??

Paranoid is because (I find myself saying this a lot but) he's relatable in a sense. he also can be funny in his route with the Nightmare. I still need to think about his moments in the Apotheosis and Cage where he's going on about how it's a dream and how the world is fake (which he's pretty correct in that), that line in Apotheosis when he doubts himself hits hard in my opinion. Opportunist is also there because... well he's a little mischievous scheming guy, but I started thinking about it more as a defense mechanism to hide his vulnerability. in the Witch, he fully believes she would betray us and he is correct. although we backstabbed her first, in a way it also shows the lack of trust there was in the beginning. Opportunist, I feel, is like someone with heavy trust issues but goes along with the crowd in order to survive. he'll take advantage of others and try getting in the best position as that's essentially what other people in society seems to do. he'll suck up to the one who has power so he doesn't look bad to them, it's how he knows how to survive

this answer is getting longer than I expected, I'm so sorry 😭 Cold gets an honorable mention though because I relate to him to most in regards to being detached from myself mostly (I love reading the analysis people have for him, it's so interesting)

19. unpopular opinion uhh... you see, I don't exactly have an unpopular opinion because why would I? :3 (I'm not sure if this is considered unpopular but I don't think Opportunist is a complete asshole... even though he's very obviously a backstabber. also it could just be me, but I really don't like the Shifting Mound for some reason. or at least her in her final form. she's very calming before the end, but at the end she's just... I don't know, very overwhelming. I like her character and how she's written, but I just don't like her in general if that makes sense)

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-My name is pecan, and I also sometimes go as pecanpie. Other aliases include: Cherry Ferry Fantasia. Choose wisely how you refer to me- or don’t, I don’t even exist!

-I’m 19 and female, you can use whatever pronouns when referring to me, but I usually go by she/her 🪭🪭🪭

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-aroace, with a hint of bisexuality.

-My hobbies include: drawing, writing (though I rarely ever do finish my pieces let alone publish them) collecting worthless garbage, listening to music and blowing my eardrums out, being an eternal pain in the ass to deal with, thrifting, sitting on porches, smoking winstons, masquerading as a sane individual, dressing up, and trying out new things because I am an avid dopamine chaser. woohoo!

Things I like: Pretentious media, throwing pitchforks at rich priests, consumerism, otome games, douma, buddhism, echo rose, religious studies, args, reaching divinity, shitty manga, maximalism in every sense, bedazzled stuff, money, getting tacky nails, the roaring 20’s, 1950’s femme fashion, old era aesthetics, boutique shops, leopard print, grandma couches, Hollywood reality media, Madonna’s American Life album, Smokey eyeshadow, pathetic wet sop characters and a lot more.

-I have two cats, Mochi and Waffles. The bloodline ends with yours truly.

Fandoms I’m currently active in; see bio :)

Movies I like: Pink Flamingos, No Country For Old Men, Helter Skelter, Pulp Fiction, All the Boys Love Mandy Lane, Girl Interrupted, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders, Spun, Gummo, Last Night in Soho, Fruit of Wonder, Elephant (2003), The Royal Tenenbaums - will be updated the more I get my hands on anything new that tickles my fancy.

My taste in music: I’m pretty versatile when it comes to what I prefer, so it could range from bimbo-pop to classical music. Anything that sounds good to me I like. I mostly listen to 50’s housewife songs and lady Gaga, though.

-I’m a big fan of indie art and surrealism. Filmmaking as well. Shaye Saint John and Mouchette.org are a few of my favorites.

-I like mortuary work and autopsies. I hold the death industry in high regards- not everyone is willing to work with corpses.

-huge GIGANTIC douma fan. anything and everything douma related I will not hesitate to engage with, he’s my little guy.

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-Polka dot prints and faux fur are resounding yesses.

-You know Florence? (If you get the reference.)

-I think vintage pill cases are lovely.💋

-I have the response time of a limp dick. I either respond in less than a second or only after 3 business months.

-I’ve been working on my new oc line on and off for a few months now, called FEAR & LOATHING in JERUSALEM. artblock is a massive bitch, but stuff is in progress.

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CaptainCelb09 So, I've met All Might before. I just didn't know it was him.

It wasn't a big deal or anything - I tripped walking home one day and this really tall skinny guy stopped to make sure I was okay. I was embarrassed someone saw me and brushed him off, practically ran away. Now I'm sitting here with my face on fire cause I tripped in front of ALL MIGHT and he tried to help me up and akslhsdfouashefgoawu I cannot fucking believe this I should have taken his hand

070809 Pudding Cups

Time - 6:53 PM

Scene - Shofu Park

Your Narrator - crying on a bench

My girlfriend had just broken up with me. Through text. Like, ouch, right? Anyway.

I'm just kinda staring at my phone, blurry eyed, kicking at maple leaves, wishing I could text her back cause she just blocked my number when this tall blond guy shuffles up and takes a seat at the other end of the bench. Doesn't say anything, just sits, placing his grocery bag beside him. It's a public park, whatever right?

I'm wiping my eyes, putting my phone back in my pocket and suddenly there's this white thing in front of me - blond guy is offering me a napkin, Still doesn't say anything, just smiles a little. I take it and wipe my eyes, blow my nose, try to get it together cause apparently I look bad enough that this complete stranger is worried about me. I'm stuffing the napkin in a pocket when he holds something else out - a chocolate pudding cup, one of those with the little spoons in the lid.

I'm kinda like wha? but take it anyway and he takes another one out of his bag, he's got a six pack of them in there, and he tears off the lid and starts snacking and I do the same cause fuck it, right? I eat the whole thing and he gives me another one, like we're old friends or something and I'm halfway through it when he finally speaks.

"Bad day?"

And I can't help but laugh. It's so dumb. I'm single and heartbroken and eating pudding cups with this stranger on a public park bench as it gets dark and I don't know what to feel anymore. I tell him what happened and we eat the whole six pack together, shootin' the shit until the street lights come on. He calls me "young man" and claps me on the shoulder and it's so dumb but it cheered me up. He puts all the trash back into the bag and tosses it in the bin and tells me he needs to get going and hell, I do too.

I didn't even get his name. I thought about that encounter a lot though. I have a new girlfriend and she's great. We were together when All Might's last battle happened, watching everything go down on the TV at a bar and we're all losing our shit and I lose it even harder when the smoke clears cause that's the guy I ate pudding cups with what the hell

The last three years, any time I'm having a bad day, I go to the store and get some chocolate pudding cups. Whenever the world was just a shitty place, I'd think about that blond guy, shuffling through the park and making things better as he went along.

And I guess it figures that man would turn out to be All Might, cause that's what All Might has always done - moved forward and made things better.

spite-and-aesthetic my dumbass cat

small might plucked my stupid cat out of a tree wtf kinda cliche is this guy

AM_FAN0112 i cannot BELIEVE

TWO YEARS. TWO FUCKING YEARS ALL MIGHT HAS BEEN COMING INTO MY SHOP ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL TOSHINORI

I'M DEADASS SERIOUS HE COMES IN EVERY FEW WEEKS AND BUYS A BOOK AND SOMETIMES WE CHAT ABOUT MANGA AND HE ALWAYS ASKS HOW SCHOOL IS GOING AND HELPS WITH MY ENGLISH HES SO NICE AND TOLD ME TO CALL HIM TOSHINORI IS THAT HIS REAL NAME?? A CODENAME?

I GOT HIM HOOKED ON SUGAR SUGAR CAT CAFE ITS THE DUMBEST SYRUPY SHOUJO ROMANCE AND WEVE BEEN READING IT TOGETHER FOR OVER A YEAR WHAT IS MY LIFE

Sexi-tery Long post is long

Lemme set the scene; it's raining buckets, and I'm on my way to a job interview in the ritzier part of town. I've got my best clothes on - nice, crisp suit jacket, smart-looking skirt, a decent-but-could-be-shinier pair of heels. I've just left lunch with a friend and I've got an hour before the most important interview of my life.

That's when a bus rolls by and drenches me in the greasy puddle-water of downtown Tokyo.

Y'all, I was trying not to hyperventilate. I don't have time to go home and change. Even if I did, these were my best clothes. I'm screwed, no one is going to hire me looking like a sopping mess, *I* wouldn't hire me looking like this whatdoIdo

Someone picks up my umbrella. I didn't even realize I'd dropped it. I'm still freaking out. Someone is pulling me, I'm not even on this planet right now, someone is talking to me, I have an interview, where are my anxiety meds?

There's this blond guy hunched over, trying to bring me back down, telling me to breathe, calm down, you'll be okay. He's breathing with me and it's working and I think I might be crying but my face is so wet I can't tell.

He gets the story out of me once I'm back on planet Earth, and gets this determined look on his face. Drags me across the street into a clothing store. A really, really nice clothing store. Outta-my-budget, outta-my-lifetime sort of clothing store. Pushes me to the racks, tells me to pick out whatever I want.

I don't even question it - I may be back on Earth, but I'm still in the upper atmosphere somewhere. I grab a few things to take to the dressing room and fit myself into an extremely nice pantsuit. An attendant comes in to help, gets the tags off so I can wear the clothes out, bags my soaking wet puddle of fabric and blond guy pays for it all without even blinking.

He leads me back out, hails a cab, and I'm like, what now? And we pull up to a salon and he gets my hair dried and done, I KNOW he must have tipped the hairdresser a crazy amount to get me in and out that quickly, and the cab is idling outside the whole time, waiting to take me to my interview when we're done. All the while, blond guy is smiling, cracking jokes, and just being all-around charming. I'm wondering what I'm going to owe for this, what he wants, maybe he's some sort of creeper? But he seems so nice?

And when we're done, he prods me over to the cab, but doesn't get in. Doesn't ask for anything, just wishes me good luck. Like, who even is this guy? Who does all that for a total stranger?

All Might, that's who. Holy crap you guys, All Might got me to my interview on time and it's the best job I've ever had. I'd still be pushing pencils in a miserable office if he hadn't been there that day.

 Kirasagwa74

A train ride

I remember a time before All Might. I remember when the Yakuza worked out in the open and villains took what they wanted without fear.

I'm old, is what I'm saying. These bones ache and creak every time the weather even thinks about changing. I don't complain too much; I'm used to it. I'm used to being out of the loop and lost in the shuffle. It's alright - I have my routines and I stick to 'em.

One of them is riding the train to a favorite cafe. They have an excellent coffee blend. I've seen All Might on that train many times, though I never knew it was him until a little while ago. He's a good man with kind eyes. If it was crowded, he would let me have his seat. Chat about the good ol' days, heroes from another generation. I haven't seen him on the train in a while. I miss him.

SingleSuperMom31 Carried Home

This was pretty recent - just a few months ago. Long post up ahead.

Context: I'm a single mom. My ex didn't want kids, so I've raised Aya by myself. It's been a little difficult lately thanks to a broken arm, but I've managed.

Anyway, I took Aya to a local park a few months ago. It's a few minutes walk from the apartment, and I wanted to grab some things from the store anyway, so I took her out to let her burn off some energy. Her Quirk is Photosynthesis, so she has a lot of it!

When we get there, the first thing Aya wants to do is get on the swings. She's almost three and my arm is broken - I don't want to put her in a regular swing in case she falls, so I'm trying to maneuver her into one of the strapped swings with one arm. Aya isn't heavy, but I'm still struggling to manage when a thin man with blond hair walks up.

"Ma'am? Would you like some help?"

He's tall, super super tall, and gaunt, but he has a kind smile. Aya likes him right away and helps her into the swing and pushes her a little while she screams to go higher.

He was so, so nice to my little girl. He let her call him Toshi and played with her for over an hour, lifting her on the monkey bars and holding her hands on the balance beam since I couldn't manage it at the moment. He sits with me when some other children come to play, and we talk a while, about Aya, about how my arm got broken (it's quite a story), about being a single parent.

It's hard, you know? I love my kid, I'd die for her, but it's still hard, and it's even harder with this arm. He was just so nice - he had this presence, like you could tell him anything and I did. I told him about my ex, that he left, that he didn't want to be a part of Aya's life. You could tell he was really listening, not just being polite. I've gotten a little teared up, and he just smiles and pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket. He's quiet for a little bit, watching the kids play. Then he turns back to me, and I know I'll remember this for the rest of my life, word for word -

"I don't have any family of my own, so perhaps it doesn't mean much coming from me," he looks a little awkward. "But for what's it's worth, I think you're doing a fine job. One day, Aya will be old enough to appreciate what a strong, lovely mother she has."

Aya sees me crying and comes rushing over, hugging my knees and I'm a mess and maybe a little bit in love. He's just so kind and Aya has crawled into my lap and hugs my neck. It's sunset, so her Quirk is finally slowing down and she falls asleep while I'm still reeling over the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

I'm apologizing, it's late, I still haven't gone to the store, Aya is asleep on my lap and I'm trying to figure out how I'm gonna get her home with this broken arm and he offers to walk us home. He lifts Aya up and puts her head on his shoulder and I know she's drooling a bit, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He radiates this goodness and warmth and safety; I don't even hesitate to invite him in for a cup of tea. He comes in long enough to put Aya on the couch, but doesn't stay. He wished us both well, and that was it. I took Aya to the park every day that week, hoping to see him again, but I didn't.

Until two weeks ago - I was making dinner and Aya was watching cartoons. I thought it was cartoons anway, when she yells -

"Mommy! That's the man who carried me home!"

And that's definitely him, there's no mistaking it. I shouldn't be letting a three year old watch this, but I can't look away either. All Might played with my Aya. All Might told me I was a good mother. All Might carried my daughter home. All Might is fighting for his life on my television right now.

I didn't know what love was until I held Aya in my arms. I didn't know what heroism was either, not until that night. Not until I connected two people together and realized they were the same person. I didn't know what a hero was until I realized that "hero" wasn't a title All Might put on and took off, it's something he IS, 24/7, on and off the clock. I'd live the rest of my life with a broken arm if I could have half of the strength and kindness that exists in this man, if I could be even a fraction of the person he is.

I think about him every day. I got an All Might keychain, so I'd always have something close by to remind me that heroism isn't always about punching villains and holding up buildings; sometimes, heroism is about talking to a stranger. Sometimes, heroism is about pushing a swing.

Sometimes, heroism is about carrying a little girl home.

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Despite the harsh rain falling down, Hitoshi Shinso marched on with his head held high and a gleam in his eye. But, that might just be from the tears that’d been dripping down his cheeks from even before he’d taken off. Luckily for him and his pride, the pouring rain was a good cover. But still, god forbid he ran into someone who knew him. Even it it were to be tears, or just him getting a raindrop in his eye, the last thing he wanted was his reputation to be that he was a big old wimp. 

Considering the tighter neighborhood, everyone knew everything about eachother, nobody was a stranger. Nobody moved out unless they were being drug out in a body bag or there was an incident WITH  a body bag. He didn’t like to think about that in lieu of recent events. Very recent. Too young, too young to have to understand death, and too young to experience it. But, he’d been graced with his first brush with chaos theory; A very cruel mistress indeed. At five, you’re supposed to be worrying about commanding your crew and going on adventures. Not hearing your father trying to explain to you that your mother won’t be coming home, that ‘daddy has to take care of a few things,’ that ‘she’s in a better place now.’ What is this ‘better place?’ What’s better than here, in Okayama, with me?, he’d wondered. He just couldn’t get the words out.

That’s what he’d been dwelling on as he stormed outside. No raincoat, no shoes, nothing–just him, and his thoughts, and the freezing rain. He understood. He understood it all. He knew what happened, even if he didn’t. 

The only thing that pulled him from the storm of thoughts in his head was the screaming of an animal he couldn’t quite place. Or maybe it wasn’t an animal. Maybe it was a person…they sounded awful either way. Muffled by the rain, distorted by the hundreds of possible alleyways and sewer drains that it could be coming from, Hitoshi was left at a standstill. Now it was him, the rain, his thoughts, and a screaming thing that his thoughts told him to go for. 

Go, Hitoshi Shinso, go find it, it said. They need help, they need a hero. Be a hero, now is your chance. Prove them wrong. You can help. You can help.

He wiped his face despite how the rain seemed to cover him again almost immediately, a huff escaping his lungs. He pressed forward, peeking into the alleyway to his right, going up another, looking in that one too just to go back to the first. He seemed to hesitate for only a moment before venturing deeper, watching where he stepped just in case there were any nails or broken glass that his feet could find and ruin his entire operation. It almost felt weird venturing out without the rest of his small crew following his footsteps to a T. They thought he was cool, or that’s what they said anyway. Part of him didn’t believe they were being honest, though. They only started hanging around him once his quirk manifested. Then they thought he was the best. Never before. 

The screaming grew louder as he drew closer to the heap of boxes beside the back door to the clothing shop on the right of the alley, leaving him to stop. His breath caught in his chest before he held it entirely, his heart pounding in his ears. Here, here it was, here was the thing he was looking for. What does he do? What if it’s something bad? What if he ends up–

Before he could have another doubt, he’d found his hands grasping the box to rip it upwards, a shout of triumph and fear of his own leaving his lungs. His voice sounded so small in comparison to how he’d wanted his battle cry to come out. He hadn’t even opened his eyes to see what it was, but the screaming had stopped; Instead, it’d been replaced by the hiss and growl of something that definitely didn’t sound friendly. He boiled up all the courage he could muster, just enough to open up his eyes a little tiny bit to see what he’d uncovered. Maybe just to look death in the eyes before it strikes.

Instead, though, he’d been met with the sight of a cat that was just as sopping wet as him, fur bristled and ears pinned back, ready to go at him as soon as he moved a muscle, it seemed. But maybe it was just as afraid as Hitoshi. Maybe it was just cold and wet and miserably confused, just like him. So, he didn’t run. He moved slowly, carefully setting down the box and crouching down, shining violet eyes and white pupils meeting with a pair of black slits surrounded in a striking icy blue. A cat. No, not a cat, a kitten. Far too young, far too small to be out like this. Too young to be alone. 

“You’re okay–it’s okay,” He whispered out, a trembling hand extending just a bit too quickly for its comfort. The cat braced itself and hissed, leaving Shinso jolting back as well. What was it that his father said? Slow and steady, slow and steady wins the race. “Slow and steady,” He mumbled, swallowing down the lump in his throat to try again, this time with much more grace. “Y–You’re okay. I’m not bad, I’m a good guy. I’m not bad,” He said, as if this cat knew of him, as if it cared. “M-My name is Hitoshi…are you cold? Are you okay?” He beckoned, wiggling his fingers a bit. It seemed to catch his offer finally, and, despite how it seemed to be just as anxious, it sulked forward to sniff his fingers, see if he was alright. 

Hitoshi couldn’t help but hold his breath, just to still himself even more. This things head was a little bigger than his fist–it could eat him if it wanted to. That was all he could think about, dying as a soggy boy to a cat he wanted to help out, because he knows the feeling of being a soggy boy in an alleyway. It wasn’t fun. So he’d prefer to make neither of them soggy boys, and not die to the second soggy boy that he was trying to help.

Luckily enough, he seemed to pass the test. 

The cat rubbed its head up against his hand, throat crackling to life as it began to purr in a way that brought tears to Shinso’s eyes. He began to quiver as he scratched behind its ears, under its chin–wherever it moved its head to for him to pet, he obliged. Sure, sure, he might be just another soggy, lonely, confused little boy, sitting behind a clothing store in the freezing rain for God knows what reason, but right here, right now, it felt okay to be a couple of soggy little boys.

If this was what running away felt like, if this was what it had in store for him, then he was happy that he was somewhere where he couldn’t be f–

“Hitoshi–!”

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