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[ebi-hime]

Hi everyone! It's time for another rare and sporadic Tumblr post! I'm just witing a post to let yo know that I'm working on a cute free(!!!) yuri VN for this year's Spooktober Game Jam! Spooktober is a horror-themed jam where participants make a vaguely horror-y/Halloween-y VN in one month. I decided to make a chat/statsim called Shut-in Vampire where you play as a vampire girl with dreams of being an idol, Mayu. You have 2 weeks to earn money to pay your rent so your landlady doesn't kick you out, all while talking to and flirting with cute girls online to try and get a little bit of their blood. This VN is actually pretty simple and it's not too long (it's around 30k~ish but each playthrough is designed to be short and it's not possible to see all the content in one playthrough). Since most of the writing, art, and coding is already done, I'm hoping to release it at the end of next week! I hope you're looking forward to it!

[iknowthegammer]

Here’s the bonus characters of Neonics! (Part 3)

Here’s some lore to them:

Pulse: Use to be an engineer but later got sucked in and transformed.. This allows him to have powers and be best friends with Spec and Warp! This allows all 3 of them to do some serious work and science with each new project that they would work on

Gen: Generation (Gen) is very subtle in a way.. she can be a little clumsy but rather makes beatboxing and stuff.. She also makes friendship bracelets so much that some of them consider her as Autism while others think she can be the best as long as she doesn’t screw it up

Teddy Tazbear: Teddy (Teddy Tazbear) is from a fast food restaurant called “Teddy Tazbear’s Fish and Chips!” Incase you didn’t know Teddy is the lead singer of a band with Fickle’s Fhicken (Purple), Gunnie Guitar (Red) and Folk Folklore (The Version of Foxy The Pirate and also Green) together they singed in the band only stuck in a little time in 1994.. Unlike any others he’s lucky to have friends with Rang, Gold and Puro!

Jaz: Jaz is a FAN of Neonics! At one point he got invited and involved into making music of his own since nobody at Neonics couldn’t find a 4th bonus character so they hired him.. Everyone here is little too far away from him considering he has thoughts of his own.. But one that stands out and protects him is Razy since she and everyone already knows that his parents abandoned him since he was a child and now to be together with everyone (Just like family at this point)

Go check out my other Neonics Posts!

[hamliet]

am I the only one who thinks death as a redemption distasteful?

I mean, no, you’re definitely not the only one!

Honestly, the trope is oversaturated now. Everyone and their mother wants to have Darth Vader while ignoring the specific context that made Vader’s redemptive sacrifice work. I wrote about when redemptive death works in the linked meta above.

See, I tend to think the problem isn’t the trope itself, but instead treating the trope as an easy way out, or as a moral necessity when really it should serve the character, the plot, and the themes. The genre also matters. But... yeah, how it's used in 99% of stories nowadays is lame and distasteful. It's giving up, not pushing through. It's bad witing.

Like, writing a story where someone fucks up in every aspect, where they are evil, but in the end have one lone thing they love and sacrifice everything for that love—that’s beautiful. And I don’t think it’s a miserable ending either; bittersweet, but it’s hopeful. It talks about the humanity in each of us that can’t be snuffed out no matter how we try. 

I dunno, man, I have loved ones who are so beyond messed up. I want to believe there is hope for them even if it’s an eleventh hour “wait, I love this one person.” Will that redeem them to the world? No. But is it enough to comfort their loved ones? Maybe. It’s not an easy answer. That’s why redemption via death can work masterfully in a story. It can give life and hope. But it’s so often misused that I also get why people hate this trope now and kinda hate it myself lol.

In stories, actions have consequences. They’re symbols, and so are the characters. If you skirt consequences for a character that’s how you get Marty Stus and such. If death is an established reality in your world, then it’s logical some characters may die. Death is a fair consequence, but consequence does NOT mean punishment. It just means that if something happens in a story there should be a reason it happens, not just “for the sads” or “because they were bad and I want to punish readers who see themselves in them.” If a character has done certain things, and the rules of the world make it clear death is likely, that’s not inherently bad writing. 

But for a lot of the oversaturation of "redemptive death," it’s, frankly, cheap. Because it’s not used as a genuine way to end a characters arc with thematic weight or to honor them. It’s done to give the audience a “there there, we made you care so we won’t kill them off as a baddie but we don’t want to take responsibility for making a complex character and actually use them to add meaning to our story.” And that’s been most of the redemptive deaths post Vader, let’s be real. 

But on the other hand, death is a reality people have been grappling with in stories since the beginning of time. I’m serious; the oldest stories in the world are about humans trying to understand how to live in the face of death.  But death is the only thing that humans are all equal in. The only thing. I wrote about that here.

So when you have people who refuse to acknowledge death at all, and act like killing a character including in redemptive death is a moral statement that they deserved to die when it really isn’t—it’s just a different side of the same coin as the cheap “death redemption” people. Both view it as a moral thing or as an easy way of wrapping up their writing instead of letting it fester so that audiences can continue to think on it, to ponder it, to wonder what if.

Not all stories are designed to preach or teach morality, and even fewer good stories are designed to do that. (Which is not the same thing as saying good stories are inherently amoral, either.)

If a character redeems themselves via a sacrifice that costs their life, then their sacrifice needs to matter. It needs to be dealt with, to bring life or criticism, rather than being an easy hand wave away so that the story can just continue like it didn’t matter. I

Redemptive death itself is not the problem. The problem is bad writing of characters and themes and plots that leads to an oversaturation of a trope in a pale attempt to imitate a good story rather than actually write one.

[foxi-gi]

Heyyyy I haven't posted in quite some time haven't I? Well, I have been drawing a bit and writing a lot, I might also resume the Choose your own adventure series!

I finally drew my sona a bit, plus some small sketches I drew on paper! Enjoy! ^^

OZ [sona]

"Good point, let me wite that down so I don't forget."

(They will still forget)

Sketch

Sketches on paper:

(I am very sorry for my handwriting)

"This seems like a problem for a serious person!"

"One second!"

*changing glasses*

"Hmmm"

"Nah, I still have no clue :/"

[I'll digitalise this one soon)

*pats roof of william*

"This bad boy can fit so much Trauma!"

[/ref]

Ref sheet for some of my OCs will be done if have the motivation to!

Bonus:

"Les buan!" (Pointing at my lesbian character who I still haven't figured the design of just yet)

(The word les buan was my phone auto correcting me misspelling "lesbian" and I thought it was kinda funny so I drew it)

[horizon-verizon]

You are so disgusting for saying that Blake should not be criticized for misogynoir. Truly showed your colours in that moment huh? People like you would never get this hard for Blake if she was in fact a Black woman and for your record, Black people have a right to not be attack dogs on behalf of a woman who thought it was cute to marry on a plantation where black women used to be raped. The fact that lame people like you don't see the issue with it shows how little you care for SA when it doesn't concern women who look like Blake or that have her celebrity status

Anon talks about this post. Idk why since I "gave" the option of blocking me.

for saying that Blake should not be criticized for misogynoir

I did not say she sould't be criticized for misoynoir...I said that usin said misoynoir to make as if she or any wite woman is lyin about sexual assualt is backwards and will only arm any woman bc it creates a condition where women, Black or white, can be said to be liars about sexual assualt. It makes more true-seeming that we should evaluate the likeliood of a man SA in women based on te moral cWharacter of a woman, which is never the case, men will SA and rape just bc they wnat to. It's already huge issue for any sort of women. Go back and reread.

People like you would never get this hard for Blake if she was in fact a Black woman and for your record

Two, I am Black even though I am not Black American (my parents are African immigrants & I was born & raised in the States). I'm still treated as racially inferior, a Black woman, and like the other "type" of Black--I have experienced white woman white-womanin since cildood. Call me a coon I guess for saying that it rather harms than helps Black woman to foster or promote the narrative of "she's a lying on a poor innocent man" even when it comes to race & white women. In fact, even worse since Black women are held even more "untrustworthy" by the system. White women do not "run" (in the sense that they aren't as centered or "lead" as white men) in this society.

Black people have a right to not be attack dogs on behalf of a woman who thought it was cute to marry on a plantation where black women used to be raped.

I already said that Black people are entitled to not "care" about Blake in my orig post. Just don't promote the narrative of "women lie on men", bc that sit exists within Black communities just as homopobia does. Do not go out of your way to help the white man use narratives that harm women.

Please tell me how it helps any black person to be on the white man's side aainst te wite woman other than getting "in" with/through the white man...which is very simialr to what Blake is told to have done in regards to predators? Why is that so hard to understand?

You did not read my post very well. Go back and reread.

Still, I think we have a fundamental difference in recoggnizing what the "real" issue here is, bc you seem to think the "bigger" issue is Blake's character when that is the distraction BY DESIGN. The real "issue" is white patriarchy tryin to justify a man having less or no accountability.

[petri808]

Day 4 @flufftober - “Cinderella moment” Bakudeku

Through her own stymied tears, she pulls her son Izuku into her lap to explain how daddy is not coming home anymore. At first, the three-year-old doesn’t say a word and only looks at her with his head tilted in confusion. Again, she tries.

“Izuku, papa is going away and won’t be coming back.”

“Papa weave? Why?” His eyes are wide and curious.

Is there even a right way to tell a child their parent won’t be coming home? “He, um… has something he thinks is important to do.”

“Oh,” Izuku pats his mom’s face reassuringly. Perhaps he’s too young to fully grasp the gravity of her statements or due to the man barely being around anyway, Izuku’s connection to him is simply too weak. “It’s oh-kay, momma, we be okay, wite?”

Inko Midoriya is like most mothers who’ll do anything for their children. It isn’t their fault that she picked the wrong man to have a child with and they never asked to be born. So, it didn’t matter how hard she’d have to work— anything to help her child succeed. She pulls her son into a hug, “yes, we’ll definitely be okay! I promise.” After leaning back and clasping his cheeks in her hands, “And when one day you find someone you love, it won’t be like you’re papa and I— they’ll love you and cherish you just like I do.”

“Ewww, mama, das gwose!”

That makes Inko snort a laugh, oh the wonders of a child’s mind and heart. She pulls his face closer and gives him a peck on his forehead. “You’re right,” since it’s nothing he needs to think about now, “leave it to mama, it’ll be my wish for you.”

Life isn’t always fair, and if anyone knows how true the adage is, Izuku Midoriya does. Growing up, it was just him and his mother Inko once his father had left them high and dry. He was too young at the time to remember the man, but his absence is certainly felt every time he looks at his single mother. Inko worked 1 or 2 jobs to support them, which often left Izuku to his own devices. He cooked his own meals and did house chores on top of his school work, but he never felt any ill will over it because he knew she is doing her best. When he turns 15, Izuku even offers to get a job to contribute, but his mother adamantly refuses because she knows the path to success lay in education. So, to honor her wishes, he studies hard to achieve good grades and rarely dips below the top 5 percentile of his class. Then all that hard work pays off when he is accepted into Waseda University with a full scholarship in data engineering.

After college, Izuku found a job working in the IT department of a large manufacturing company. There are different engineers that focus on different areas of the business such as sales performance or raw materials to labor hours by department, designing programs and systems to collect the data and turn them into understandable reports. It’s where he’s remained for ten years. During that time, he works his way up, and now his job is to maintain the overall operating system of the entire company. It’s his job to make sure all the systems are working together or to step in and help as needed. In a way, he’s one step lower than a supervisor, but he has no aspirations to take that position either.

It’s not a bad job or place to work at all. Their office is located on the fourth floor, divided with cubicles, and separated by speciality. Because of his role, Izuku’s cubicle is next to the supervisors office along with two other data engineer assistants who he assigns jobs to work on. Their supervisor, Toshinori Yagi, is a good boss, fair and firm in his decisions, and a brilliant engineer in his own right. He is much older than Izuku and sometimes acts more like a father figure than a supervisor. They often work closely on bigger projects, take lunch breaks together, and Izuku fills in from time to time when Yagi cannot make it to a meeting.

The only annoyance comes from his two assistants, who if they weren’t so good at their programming skills he would’ve let go by now. Neito Monoma has a very snobbish attitude and feels he should have Izuku’s position, while Seiji Shishikura is similar, but has no aspirations for management. Except for the occasional whispering or snarky comments, they’ve never come out and said anything to him. However, according to other employees, they make fun of him and say mean things like he’s not as good as he thinks he is or his personality is so bland no wonder he’s still single. Never mind that it took him almost ten years of working double time to gain the respect he has. His performance speaks for itself.

One of the company’s suppliers is holding a party to celebrate their 75th Anniversary, and on the day of the event, Yagi calls Izuku into his office.

“Is something wrong?” Izuku asks as he walks in, “a system go down?”

“No,” Yagi gestures for Izuku to sit on the chair across from him. “I have a big favor to ask.”

“Sure, whatever you need.”

“You know about the party at Dynaspark Industries tonight that I’m to attend?”

“Yeah…” Red flags are going up in Izuku’s mind.

“I need you to go in my stead because I have another meeting to go to.”

Izuku pops up from the chair. “WHAT?”

“I know you really don’t like large gatherings, but every supervisor is required to attend and since I cannot, as my assistant, we need you to go.”

“B-But Toshinori-San,” he waves his hands up and down, gesturing to his clothing. “I don’t even own a suit!”

“Don’t worry, I figured as much. That’s why I’ve already contacted a tailor to get you fitted for one— don’t worry about cost, it’s covered. I’m letting you leave now to go to the shop and get ready. A company car will pick you up from the tailors and take you to the party.” Yagi gets out of his chair and stands next to Izuku, then hands him a gift to take and gestures to the door. “So, get going.”

Holding the gift with both hands in front of him, Izuku is as stiff as a board like he’s just seen a ghost. “I-I’ll do my best, Toshinori-San.”

Yagi puts his hand on the man’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Just mingle a little, find their IT supervisor to chat with. A couple hours should be sufficient and the car will take you home from there.”

Two hours later finds Izuku standing on a stool in a tailors shop while the owner and assistants figure out a suit that will fit him in color and style. To the untrained eye, it’s just a regular looking business suit, but a puckered seam here or there or a tie tied incorrectly is extremely unsightly in the business world. The one they chose for him is a dark gray, almost black jacket and pants over a white button up, and finished with a deep reddish orange tie and matching handkerchief. It looks quite good on him, he must say, though he feels strange wearing it— Like is this what his father looks like in a suit? That’s not something he wants to envision.

After some finishing touches, the company car takes him to the main offices of Dynaspark Industries. A receptionist in the lobby directs him where to go, a large conference room on the sixteenth floor. When the doors of the elevator open, Izuku had’nt expected almost the whole floor to be an open space! It gave no time to prepare his nerves. There is one other couple in front of the reception table, so as he waits, Izuku tries to get a flow for the room. Where’s the food or drinks? Near the bank of windows that stretch the length of the right side of the room. Looks like there’s a bar too. Are there any tables or chairs set up? Yes, raised bar-types scattered around the room. Stage? No, but there’s a podium against the far back wall. Restroom signs? Yup, to the left. On the off-chance, does he recognize anyone? Nope. And what is the IT supervisors name again?

They’re given a clip-on name tag that provides the last name, company affiliation, and title. Well, that is certainly handy. So, Izuku hands the receptionist the gift while asking her to point out the IT supervisor for him, thanks her for the information, then heads in that direction. The man is standing about 10 feet from the bar holding a bottle of beer and talking to someone. The supervisor’s name is Eijiro Kirishima and he’s looks around the same age as Izuku. According to Yagi, he’s been the supervisor for only two years having replaced the previous one when that person retired. Eijiro must have seen him coming, because once he’s a few feet away, the man waves and calls out Midoriya-San!

“Hello, Kirishima-San,” Izuku bows and hands the man his business card. “Thank you for having me. I’m sorry that Toshinori-San couldn’t come instead.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ve wanted to meet you anyways.” After giving Izuku his business card, Eijiro turns to the other person he’s talking to and gestures at them. “Midoriya-San, this is Iida-San, he’s from the accounting department.”

“Hello, Iida-San, it’s nice to meet you.” Izuku bows and hands the man his business card who reciprocates with his own. The man is a foot taller and wears glasses. He notes Iida’s first name is Tenya.

“Nice to meet you as well,” Tenya bows, then readjusts his glasses. “Did Toshinori-San retire? Are you the new supervisor?”

“No, no,” Izuku waves his hands as if to erase such a statement from the air. “He has another meeting to attend, so he asked me to come instead.”

Eijiro bumps his shoulder against Izuku’s in a teasingly tone. “I hear Midoriya-San is the top IT person next to Toshinori. Nobody can program better than he can!”

“Eh!” Izuku’s cheeks flush redder than a ripe strawberry. “I-I wouldn’t say that!”

“Oh, don’t be modest,” Eijiro continues to tease, “maybe I should steal you from him,” he laughs.

“You shouldn’t tease so much,” Tenya scolds. “You’re making him embarrassed.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Eijiro apologizes in humorous tone. “I tend to go overboard. Anyway,” he holds up an empty bottle, “I need a refill— Midoriya, drink?” He motions with his head towards the bar.

The two men grab drinks and settle on some chairs near a few other employees. The conversations are going well as they discuss some of the types of programs they’re working on recently, or about a new virus that’s going around, what do they like to do on their days off, food or movie genres, etc. A couple of hours goes by and the beginning jitters Izuku felt have melted away thanks to the courage juice, rather he’s feeling pretty good now. Eijiro is a great host too, introducing Izuku to everyone they encounter. He’s gathered quite a lot of business cards from this party so far. Yagi will be surprised.

While Izuku is standing around just listening to the conversation going on between Eijiro and two other employees named Shouto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu from the sales department, he’s oblivious to how close they are to another group. The conversation is something about another good restaurant that Shouto found recently to take clients to and what the food is like. Everything Shouto describes sounds delicious and Izuku makes a mental note to look up the restaurant later. Suddenly, someone bumps into Izuku’s back, not very hard, but enough to tense the front of his feet to tense up for support. He turns around at the same as the other person.

“Sorry for that,” the yellow-haired man apologizes, but then his expression abruptly changes from normal to surprised to happy almost instantly.

“Oh, it’s okay,” Izuku smiles wide. “I was too close as well.”

The man smiles with a light chuckle, “You’d say something like that.”

Confused, Izuku immediately moves to ask the man what he meant, but in the same moment, another man walks up and tells the yellow-haired man that he’s needed up front.

The man nods in acknowledgement, then quickly finishes addressing Izuku before leaving with the messenger. “Don’t leave, okay?”

Izuku is even more confused now, but there’s nothing he can do about it. “Okay…” He’s not sure what the man meant by don’t leave. Leave where? This spot or the party?

“And that is our big boss,” Eijiro can now cut in and introduce the man. “Bakugou-San is the son of the President and the current Vice President.”

“Wow, so young to be a vice president,” Izuku is captivated, “must be nice.”

Eijiro laughs, “Not having to worry about anything, I’d say so, but he’s not the type to flaunt his money. In fact I get the feeling it annoys him,” he shrugs. At least, that’s the impression Katsuki Bakugou gives off when women try to gain his attention. “Nothing we’ll ever understand.”

Izuku chuckles, “so, true.”

At about 9 pm, the president of the company gives a thank you speech for everyone who attended to celebrate their companies 75th Anniversary. This company was started by her father and in the near future her son will become the third generation owner. Izuku hadn’t known the president is a woman which is rare, but he can tell from all the employees around the room she is highly respected. It makes him think of his mom… women are so much stronger than society credits them for. At the end of the speech, they are asked to raise their glasses in a celebratory kanpai (toast) and wished safe travels when they return home.

With another hour left of the party, Izuku decides it’s time he should leave. He does work in the morning after all and it’s already 10pm. Having forgotten Katsuki’s request, Izuku goes around and says his goodbye’s to the new acquaintances he’s made, then heads for the restroom. The car ride will be at least 20 minutes and with the amount of alcohol in his system, well… let’s just say its a precaution.

Izuku pushes the restroom door open without thinking much of it when— a BANG! Followed immediately by cursing. Oh, no he hit someone! He quickly goes inside and sees a man hunching over the sink holding his nose. “I’m so, so sorry!” He rushes over to see the damage. “Oh, no you’re bleeding?!” Izuku pulls the handkerchief from his breast pocket. “Here,” he hands it to the man yet also guides it to his nose and presses it to the nostrils as he tips his head back. “Should I call 911?”

“No.” The man nasally mumbles. “Don’t think its broken.”

“B-Broken??” Izuku feels like he’s gonna faint. This evening has gone so well, and to end like this? Why him? “W-What should I do?”

“Just keep holdin’ it there.”

“O-Okay.” Izuku does as hes told, but continues to chatter nervously, apologizing over and over. Telling the man how he’s guest from a manufacturing company who is filling in last minute for someone else and how he hadn’t planned on staying this late, but he is having so much fun, but he thinks he drank too much, that’s why he wasn’t paying attention and ended up hitting him with the door and how he’ll make this up to him somehow, eventually rambling about his life and how it was tough growing up because they didn’t have much, but that his life turned out okay and hes happy for the most part…

After several minutes, the man finally speaks up. “Still rambling huh, but it’s amusing.”

The comment causes Izuku to blush. He doesn’t know how to respond, so he changes the topic. “I think it’s stopped bleeding.” he points out as he moves the handkerchief out of the way. “Looks like it’s stopped for now.”

The man too looks at the handkerchief and sees the drying blood. “Yeah, I’ll probably go to the doctor in the morning.”

When the man turns to look at Izuku, all the blood rushes from his cheeks. With the alcohol wearing off, it finally clicks— It’s the VP of the company! The president’s son that’ll take over one day. Of all the people he could’ve hit. “Well, then…” Izuku back peddles for the door as he continues to apologize. “Since it’s stopped, I should get going ‘cause the drivers waiting for me.”

“Wait!”

Katsuki gestures for him to stop, but Izuku keeps going. He puts his hands together in a prayer pose. “Again, I am so so sorry!” Then leaves the restroom.

The second hes out the door Izuku beelines it for the elevator and thankfully it’s already waiting for more passengers. When he reaches the car, he realizes he forgot the handkerchief, but oh well, they can take it out of his pay cause hes not going back there. What a mess. By the time Izuku reaches his apartment his nerves are so wracked, with a quick shower he passes out with a prayer on his mind. There’s no way he’ll get out of this without at least some kind of punishment like a demotion or worst case, being fired. It’s the vice president, after all.

When Izuku wakes up the next morning he contemplates calling in sick. Is the fact he has no voice messages on his cell phone yet a good sign? Ugh, he hangs his head. No, he needs to go to work if at all to bring the suit back. Plus, he’s not someone who’d run from consequences if it’s his fault. So, he puts the suit into the garment bag it came with along with the shoes, grabs his back pack and heads to the train station.

Izuku takes a deep breath as he walks into their office and heads straight to his bosses office where he can see Yagi already in. It’s gonna be okay, he tells himself like a mantra. Whatever happens, he’ll deal with it. He knocks and walks in. “Good morning Toshinori-San.”

“Ah! Midoriya-San! Sit, sit," he gestures at the chair. "How was the party? Did you have fun?"

"Oh, yes, Kirishima-San was very nice and introduced me to a lot of people so I was able to make many new connections."

"That sounds wonderful! I figured it'd be okay since you two are closer in age." Yagi then gestures at the garment bag. "You can take a long lunch today and return the suit please."

"Sure! I can do that."

"Good, well we'll touch base again later about the sale project programming, but I need to get to a meeting soon."

Izuku stands up and bows. "Thank you, Toshinori-San."

At his cubicle, Izuku hangs the garment bag on the wall of the cubicle and flops into his seat. That went well. No one from Dynaspark has contacted Yagi or the company because Yagi would have also heard about it. Why not? It seems quite odd, but Izuku takes it as a tentative sign he's fine. He did apologize profusely and attended to the mans nose, so perhaps the VP holds no grudges over an accident. And if so, it makes Izuku respect him and his company even more. Still, he should send a formal apology gift, so after work that'll be the first thing he takes care of.

The first four hours goes by very quickly because shortly after starting, Izuku is called to help someone in accounting whose computer is freezing. At first they can't figure out why, but eventually they discover a virus has tagged onto a received email and started trying to shut the computer down. That takes him three hours because once he stopped the virus he still needed to go through each system to make sure everything is okay, as well as fix anything that was altered. Things have been going so well, he forgets all about the restroom incident and just does his job like normal. Finally, 11:30 am rolls around and he's free. So he grabs the garment bag and heads out after notifying the two assistants he'll be back late because of the extra stop.

Around 12:30 pm, there's a knock at the IT office door. Because of the potential trade secrets, only authorized individuals have key codes to access the door. An employee closest to the door answers and finds Katsuki wearing an expensive looking outfit who asks to see the supervisor. With Yagi and Izuku out of the office and assuming based on appearance this might be important, the woman takes Katsuki to one of Izuku's assistants.

When Katsuki walks up to the cubicle, Monoma stops what he's doing to stand and address him. "How may I help you?"

"My name is Bakugou from Dynaspark industries and I'm looking for Midoriya."

Monoma gives Shishikura a mischievous look before he answers. "Oh, I'm very sorry you came all this way, but he was fired this morning."

"Fired?" Katsuki questions, taken aback. "What for?"

"I’m sorry I don't know sir," Monoma shrugs, "but they didn't give us the details."

"I hope it wasn't—" Katsuki mumbles then stops. "Thank you for the information. I'll let myself out."

Stunned and troubled, Katsuki starts to leave and even contemplates going straight to the President to ask why they would fire such a valuable employee. But by the time he reaches the lobby on the first floor, he realizes it's not his business to question someone else's decisions. He’d waited too long before, and now he’s done it again. After walking about ten feet out the front doors onto the plaza fronting the building, Katsuki stops walking and pulls the handkerchief out of his pocket. He had so hoped to find it's owner. With a solemn sigh, he starts walking again, but as he looks up, he sees Izuku coming in his direction.

Katsuki perks up instantly and starts to wave and call for the man. "Midoriya!"

When he's within five feet, Izuku stops, completely surprised. Is he here to give him a bill? But he’s smiling... "B-Bakugou-San?? What are you doing here?"

"Your handkerchief," Katsuki holds it up. "You don't remember me, but I remember you from Waseda University." He smiles and his eyes drift up in reminiscence. "The sweet freckle-faced guy who was so focused in class. Quiet but friendly and cute. Sometimes I would stare at you the whole class and not pay attention." Chuckling, he quickly covers the distance to the stunned Izuku and takes his hand. "I was too afraid to say anything back then, but I've always loved the owner of this handkerchief, you, Midoriya, so how lucky am I that ten years later we meet again."

Izuku's eyes widen when a long held memory returns. His knees buckle and collapse him to the ground. "Y-You… H-How me? Cute? Impossible," he shakes his head. "I do remember seeing you now and also remember thinking how guys like you would never give me a second look, so I never gave it another thought. "I'm just a computer nerd and you… you're the vice president of a major company!"

Katsuki kneels and takes both of the trembling man's hands. "Yes, you and it is possible.” He lifts Izuku’s chin. “I despise people who only go for looks and everyone always just wants to date me because of my family. Which is why someone like you would make me happier. We were just simple college students when I fell in love and seeing how you haven't changed, it brought all those feelings rushing back last night." He places a hand on Izuku's cheek forcing him to look at him and affixes his amorous gaze. "Come with me, since they fired you, come be with me and I'll take care of you."

That gets Izuku’s attention. "Wait, what, fired? I was fired??"

"That's what those two guys in the IT department said.” Katsuki explains. “That you were fired this morning and since you weren't there it appeared true."

Izuku shakes his head. "I was returning the suit… Those guys… I'm so sorry they lied to you, they're jealous and don't like me."

"It doesn't matter to me," Katsuki thumbs Izuku's cheek. "Now that I've found you, I'm not letting you go. So, please say yes."

"But I can't just leave Toshinori-San…"

Katsuki shrugs, "I already got his blessing this morning."

"He didn't tell me anything!" Izuku is stunned.

"That's because I asked him not to, that I wanted to surprise you."

"Oh, wow…" Izuku's brain is short circuiting like a broken program.To think this cute guy from college wants him, loves him enough to track him down. There’s no way he’d imagine anything like this. Why not take the risk? His cheeks heat up a little at the idea of love and happiness, and the acceptance of his quirky personality and freckles. "I-I… Is this some kind of fairytale? Things like this never happen."

"Believe it," Katsuki shocks him with a kiss on the lips. "So say yes, so our fairytale’s ending is a happily ever after." He stays close with their foreheads touching, speaking softly. “Please say yes Izuku.”

At the intimacy of hearing his first name, moisture pools in Izuku’s eyes as he kisses Katsuki back and answers, “yes!”

Some wishes do come true…

[token-doodles]

I made a Powerstone token. Then I was witing for my turn so I doodled a design for it. Then I made a second one because turns were taking long.

[blackdeathfan5]

deiicaiton over the balck death, the seriousness of the name cookie monster hary potter scream.

it is with best intentions of chibi rose the freak, the hand sof booze, the songs of pot, and school shooter out and into ture criem horror story, it is easy after the button presses scostland yard, but she knew it was him the whole time, and asked if he played ankin in star wars seriosu lemar, meanin git cant be read by poker face, and feel good happy to his knowlge, but only him onl yhim seirosu in video restrsopection until how he fraemd it, and obi wan and kinobi and yoda, padawans of the story of vessels tillf rance, of wearing space pants, name is vader and blow up meaning celebrity world, dad of black space pants, hollywood and the scream sa feel good freindly in otehr countries and its secret weird undeground fanodoms with tie in braincake the guy and thomas snaders merhc, ask for any number as rootuien payments set aside when it makes that much, okay sure ill get on it for 15 designs to be nice cus its just oen grnad in my lagnuage, and over vader, that atsit became besties as adam aged into him, over the lords and wills, of forszen art forms i can laways do again but not cosnied by choice of styel of never celaing my name is isekai, which adam wite now, only one of new lot not stolen, of what is morally corect, plus size now comes for men but is half to a third on some sites women coded, but never only women models, of unsiex allowed, and overweigth models often witha few otkens up to 8xl and 5xl on a super thin anexic girl, of acomrbe and finch now coming in plus size, as a token tha tonly fits thin, as intended!, and all of this with cider on teh phone, and brands of the cohesn travels as jeff comes back from teh dead, right after christmas and midsumerr, and jordna gets the best ever birthday presetn by his request, and adam gets a lightsbaer, of all the time and later, oh later, of imperial march, built with in rainbow voice, of mauls saber which it is!, pefect harmony to film on computer, nevert he molases as new computer form new store true, and pins make it look like you rpsent their ideniteis and belifes to veariyng degresse of imprtence for them sometiems to rewrite history sent back to yyou wearing it, of the hiveminds adam is freinds with, as the udpate HIvebents adam can join of talkign digitally and dreaming on teh phone, and shared hivemind like for bees and worker drones and druids and droidse as availbel optiosn never forced on druid alone, and borgs and cyber sentatics of recrediting art over time with that steal fo rthose shraing a brain, instead its memoresi and movements overlaps whcih the humuclus as male only gorups wins today, soon to be thin only groups as humculus is a curse on older gorups and cree of finding the spceial fox so sexy or its an oldschool and retro rights and privlege group stoill presenting the curse of from

and yodas teachings as the older one adam, of black space pants, and drow of history, in teh remakes hes played by like 6 differnet drow actors perr shot, and they were under human filters ofr acitn ghistoyy as a gift to teh race, as it went well this projec tand teh repvious one, with them all now having international shiping and sometims pricey only in otehr coutnries but notl ike cider like lcoalization or arizona finds, cus its a choice the orginals made not coutned on araizoona finds ever, cus it ships to amazon moon in new facotry stlye with amazon towns despite this of micorscoptiscs of the creidts and msyserisou of wordpress, and honestly easy to interupe and take caution in hivebents but never hivemind as the druid and dorid status as if forced to prartcpate only, wihtout ability to acess duird unless its a male cheerleader leader, and not the rest of the hive, as hivebents adam can be a member of, withotu sharing anyhting but dreams and instruive thoughts counted, making hima luxeirous moment and own, with his alters osmetimes posesing syou as a game, which si sometisem how andrew ryan and him do it, with tehm wed as leader, as hivebends have two and adam is requeid to be second alone in comand, while the other is that hceerlaleader model recigin druid never all the time as the ptich is accidentla master or enoch sharing magick except for second leader, of athiest, wher ethe other two or third is agreemetn thats why i probably chose him its fine i repelace you or we beocme the same person as hes aruging, and it is always a love potion purple when teh second is chosen, and overall the mael gender wins in that debate no mater destiny by becomign teh fael detranistooend and transitoend, happily, and male onyl is hivebent, while femael alow is hivemind, except for workign memebrs who cant share resides, as to why, and its a hivebent galelry, of shared thoughts and ideas and teahcing t eh incoent ones curel watchign each othes rvideso almost on isntict, and doing watching games and accientaly able to search each otehrs laptops, as females are just to never be leader often or uncoutned, by not sharing anything but dreams of the men and ieas, as hugely improtent sharing each otehr but not the men of mental by it, and not sseing the bochits, and over the time, of the world, of instincts and choosing surivals in hivebends, when its kill or be kileld hiveminds except chosen impritned freined of super special aweosme ai can some of htem suit weilde and adorned, of we must bring him when hes done agreeing with each other when whe tak ehim by sacricing 3 to 6 shared memers fo wehn active, for fucians togeher, to run the main head, sometimes as an anti simse twin thing, of male only second leader as fusing tempraorly to allow in the shcone on e to the hive even when not a chosen one because of a welcomgin greece hting that htis one knwo sthe quadrents and we keep knowlge till magick ever but not somber half way when he leave sunless we hcose to learn it and copy spelsl well. acirans lcoket is lucieorus to own in a hivebent always as eocnd leade rfusing the two temrpairly or peramntly before him as a choice of his to be there, as data was a hivebnt in startreck.

and thougth crim ei s athing in hiveminds never. but always a thing in hivebends, to the point of everyne haring each otehrs intenral monologue until sex orp uberty or rape of mind for memoresi hwich is sometims how you get in that efels like wering where they see torture porn moveis of you,a nd then agree, you will teach as its mixed with magick badasas moemtns it tuaght you and the tapes are findbale on youtube while hiveminds rape you into the same idenity over and over again till women alowe, till women allow, till we all wear the same till that as women half way now perfect cus no seiral killerr hmph!, and hivebents are pro and one of them will be chosen to be a farmed serial kiler perfeclt yinconent.

thus disney and walt disney are now known to be historical figres aand so is diseny adams, as adam snowflake, and mickey mouse and minie mouse with bugs bunny burid outside lands living on timeloop in galitay. and ogers o bce and nebraksa. of alternate reialitys otherwise fish soup and broyfee or fallout new vegas staying tha tbig foever and branchs of htem moving past them as a setting keeping looney toons neverr, but reagrldes empires of bwoing to it.

and never adam in this way. as adam can be in ah ivent tha twroships, it will force him never to praticepate in things of it, and not share those memoresi of it, and everoyn esee his ienteracitons iwth a gods like a moviein thier sleep whiicih is how some of that is filemd in their genres per user. its weird but its a network your all on wearing the token who wont confrom. adn it can be any persona of hteirs that they wont stoop to voice of formations of gender or style on. as close to allow it as a esecret art of ochen adn the craft i ni oopsy sdiase. sae with boo boo bunys networks that are all of this but allowing of femaels based on when you get wet and hurt those ase male puberties thing, of never sharing mastubration adn they do share mastubration til the second in lead who wont conform sa adam can only have that and you seens that welcomign him calling as a reuslt hima crians locket forever till in person where we used to own that, sharin glayer ovres of even peopel you know for hivebent as all even the one who wont confrom, but never hivemind who are all teh same experinece as layer of alyer of layer of hell like smyptosm, or boo boo buny networks is how you hrut and eat th women and its a cycle of adam oding all of them chosen in order of emeting the cadates, which they all have, its hwy he always that rank wants and cant have it as second.

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[olive-pup]

It occured to me that wite probably hard to tell, but this is something I designed and 3D printed. Working on getting the STL somewhere people can download if they want their own.

Initially wasn't gonna share this but fuck it. Monster can nipple adapter

[join-now-blog]

Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood

In the realm of interior design, the details often speak louder than the statement pieces. One such detail that can enhance both aesthetics and functionality is the waste bin. A waste bin crafted from off-white wood and adorned with brass accents not only serves its primary purpose but also elevates the overall ambiance of any space.

The Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood a versatile and timeless quality. This hue blends effortlessly with a plethora of color palettes, making it ideal for various settings—from contemporary and minimalist to rustic and traditional. The soft, natural tones of the wood create a warm, inviting atmosphere, subtly contributing to the room's decor without overwhelming the senses.

Brass accents add a touch of luxury and sophistication to the Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood .The metallic sheen of brass complements the soft texture of the wood, creating a harmonious balance between elegance and simplicity. Whether it's a brass handle or decorative trim, these accents can transform an ordinary waste bin into a statement piece that draws the eye and enhances the overall design of the room.

Moreover, the combination of off-white wood and brass is not just about looks; it also speaks to sustainability and craftsmanship. Many manufacturers focus on using responsibly sourced wood and recycled materials in their brass components, making these waste bins a more environmentally friendly choice. This conscious approach appeals to eco-minded consumers who seek to minimize their impact on the planet while still enjoying stylish home decor.

a Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood with brass features exemplifies the perfect marriage of elegance and practicality. It is a functional item that, when chosen wisely, can contribute significantly to the aesthetic harmony of a home or office. Investing in such pieces not only enhances the space but also reflects a thoughtful approach to design.

[lolleetaa265]

Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood

In the realm of interior design, the details often speak louder than the statement pieces. One such detail that can enhance both aesthetics and functionality is the waste bin. A waste bin crafted from off-white wood and adorned with brass accents not only serves its primary purpose but also elevates the overall ambiance of any space.

The Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood a versatile and timeless quality. This hue blends effortlessly with a plethora of color palettes, making it ideal for various settings—from contemporary and minimalist to rustic and traditional. The soft, natural tones of the wood create a warm, inviting atmosphere, subtly contributing to the room's decor without overwhelming the senses.

Brass accents add a touch of luxury and sophistication to the Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood .The metallic sheen of brass complements the soft texture of the wood, creating a harmonious balance between elegance and simplicity. Whether it's a brass handle or decorative trim, these accents can transform an ordinary waste bin into a statement piece that draws the eye and enhances the overall design of the room.

Moreover, the combination of off-white wood and brass is not just about looks; it also speaks to sustainability and craftsmanship. Many manufacturers focus on using responsibly sourced wood and recycled materials in their brass components, making these waste bins a more environmentally friendly choice. This conscious approach appeals to eco-minded consumers who seek to minimize their impact on the planet while still enjoying stylish home decor.

a Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood with brass features exemplifies the perfect marriage of elegance and practicality. It is a functional item that, when chosen wisely, can contribute significantly to the aesthetic harmony of a home or office. Investing in such pieces not only enhances the space but also reflects a thoughtful approach to design.

[iknowthegammer]

Here’s my Recent Arts from Neonics (A Incredibox Concept Mod)

They will be soon added in the Gallery/Behind The Scenes/Extras/Arts section.. funny

[bassantllleeem]

Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood

In the realm of interior design, the details often speak louder than the statement pieces. One such detail that can enhance both aesthetics and functionality is the waste bin. A waste bin crafted from off-white wood and adorned with brass accents not only serves its primary purpose but also elevates the overall ambiance of any space.

The Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood a versatile and timeless quality. This hue blends effortlessly with a plethora of color palettes, making it ideal for various settings—from contemporary and minimalist to rustic and traditional. The soft, natural tones of the wood create a warm, inviting atmosphere, subtly contributing to the room's decor without overwhelming the senses.

Brass accents add a touch of luxury and sophistication to the Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood .The metallic sheen of brass complements the soft texture of the wood, creating a harmonious balance between elegance and simplicity. Whether it's a brass handle or decorative trim, these accents can transform an ordinary waste bin into a statement piece that draws the eye and enhances the overall design of the room.

Moreover, the combination of off-white wood and brass is not just about looks; it also speaks to sustainability and craftsmanship. Many manufacturers focus on using responsibly sourced wood and recycled materials in their brass components, making these waste bins a more environmentally friendly choice. This conscious approach appeals to eco-minded consumers who seek to minimize their impact on the planet while still enjoying stylish home decor.

a Wast Bin Brass and Off-Wite Wood with brass features exemplifies the perfect marriage of elegance and practicality. It is a functional item that, when chosen wisely, can contribute significantly to the aesthetic harmony of a home or office. Investing in such pieces not only enhances the space but also reflects a thoughtful approach to design.

[rhode-island-empire]

Little Rhody's wish list has three things. Wite-Out, materials to design a Yankees cosplay, and Connecticut. Also to be taken seriously and to prove to everyone that I'm not an extension of Massachusetts. Not sure those are things in the traditional sense. But who the hell even cares?? NOT ME!!!!

[jackiefour]

I'm a GenXer, not a Millennial, but yeah. I have a college degree in photography and graphic design that was all pre-digital. When we learned how to cut, copy, and paste they were literal, physical actions involving a photocopier, x-acto knife, and rubber cement. Also wite-out, so much wite-out. And Letraset, anyone remember Letraset? I only touched Photoshop once the entire time I was in college and it was more just as a "hey, be aware that there is new tech out there that you may run into in the future" lol. I spent hours and hours and hours in dark rooms with my hands in vats of chemicals developing photos that I took days or weeks prior, hoping that I got the settings and focus just right. Now I can edit photos and do full manips on my fucking phone in minutes. Craziness.

the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?

[macks1977]

I bought this a while ago. I got a great deal on it. Now I know why.

1. The pickups were godawful unless you're into thrash metal. They did not clean up at all.

I installed a spare set of duncan by design pickups and replaced the .047 uf capacitor for a more reasonable .022 uf. I also rewired to a 50s style witing

2. There were issues with varius strings fretting out and buzzing on more than 1 fret.

I completed a level crown and polish to fix the buzzing and fretting out strings

3 standard plastic nut.

I'm not sure if im going to make an effort to carve a new bone nut. I do have a choice between cattle bone or buffalo horn