#yeah i think i might be overthinking this

[cyb-by-lang]

Cascade (part 2)

How about a bit more?

(Wherein Kei replaces Mineta's party slot again.)

You know, I feel almost like we should thank this League of Villains. 

Oh? Why is that? 

Because I’ve never fought someone careless enough to drop me in an armory before, and it’s kind of fun. 

UA’s budget was the next best thing to unlimited, resulting in a training pool for flood rescue a dozen times the volume of the best-maintained Olympic water feature. And Kei—and therefore Isobu—had just been dumped into it. Sure, Midoriya and Asui were stuck in the water with her, and maybe Midoriya didn’t have a water-adapted Quirk, but the surface was only three meters away. Even if that was too much, and the water-adapted villains in the pool with them tried to strike, it didn’t matter. 

Not compared to the power of a jinchūriki in her element. 

With Isobu’s chakra following its favorite pathways through her body, Kei clapped her hands together and reached out. 

Everything stopped. 

The water went thick and almost gelatinous, molecules seizing almost perfectly in place across the entire volume of the pool. Though Kei could hear the villains’ garbled voices even as they shrieked in confused rage, she wrapped her power around herself and the two other students as a shield. At least one villain slammed headfirst into water gone solid and broke his hand. 

And then Asui, swimming at top frog speed and making some of the sharkier villains look slow even with Kei’s watery speed debuff, wrapped Midoriya in her tongue and dragged him toward the surface. Perhaps because Kei shot her a thumbs-up, Asui did not feel the need to slow down in the slightest before Kei took control of the local water column and rocketed upward after her. 

Once they breached he surface, Asui hurled Midoriya upward onto the deck of the ship serving as the training area’s centerpiece. Kei, landing on the surface of the water, shook out her hair before offering Asui a hand up. 

“Water-walking, Gekkō-chan?” From about ankle-height, Asui grabbed Kei’s glove with a hand that dwarfed hers. Must have been a part of the frog mutation Quirk she had going on. 

“Yep.” Sure, Kei didn’t really consider it a part of her Water-aligned ninjutsu repertoire, but that was the kind of distinction no one here cared about. “Let’s go.”

They got onto the ship with no further trouble.

 Partly because water slowed down basically everyone, and partly because Kei was just barely holding back from crushing all of the villains still flailing around below the surface. She knew how water pressure worked. She didn’t care if they all died. 

But someone might, so Kei refrained from preemptively removing child-murdering thugs from the mortal coil. 

No one needed to know she considered it, anyway. 

“Thanks, Gekkō-san, Asui-san,” was how Midoriya greeted them on the ship’s bow. Despite being waterlogged, he was otherwise fine. 

“I told you to call me Tsuyu-chan, Midoriya-chan.” 

“R-right, Tsuyu-chan!” There was no need to go around sounding like Asui was threatening him about her given name at knifepoint, but two days of class had already established that Midoriya’s overthinking tendencies and burgeoning anxiety disorder were on the louder side. “Th-thanks!” 

Asui nodded, acknowledging her victory. She turned toward the railing, looking down toward the water, then said, “This isn’t looking good.”

“Yeah,” mumbled Midoriya, “and I just can’t get what that villain said out of my head.”

“You mean about All Might?” 

“Right.” Midoriya pressed a hand to his mouth, just above the heavy-duty mouthguard that had barely survived the training exercise earlier this week. “They knew our schedule. Looking at the big picture, those guys must have set up the break-in earlier to get information. Like Todoroki said, they were waiting to pounce.”

“That’s alarming,” Asui said. One of the villains maybe dared to swim closer, but notably not in range of her long tongue and perhaps a subsequent lashing.”

“If those guys really think they have a way to defeat All Might,” Midoriya said, squaring his shoulders and clenching his fists, “then we should do everything in our power to stop them. By fighting…and winning!” 

“I’m on board with it,” Asui said with a quiet ribbit. 

“Same,” Kei muttered, already gathering chakra again for another attack.

“And the fact that they knew where to warp us means they’ve researched the USJ before now…”

“I was thinking the same thing! But while the villains clearly knew about the USJ, I think there’s a big gap in their information. Especially for a group that otherwise operated so meticulously.” 

Kei hid a yawn behind her hand, then lifted the other to snap her fingers. All the water clinging to their costumes dispersed into the air as though shaken off by a dog. 

“Th-thanks for demonstrating, Gekkō-san,” Midoriya managed, shuddering at the sensation. “But it also goes for Tsuyu-chan. If the villains realized what our Quirks were, they would’ve never sent both of you to the water rescue zone.”  

Kei glared down at the water through her goggles. At least a dozen waterborne villains had surface, and her control of the pool indicated another half-dozen lurking underwater to ambush anyone who tried to swim for safety. 

Actually, some of them looked like they were equipped for the job. Shark-Face notwithstanding, there weren’t as many obvious aquatic mutant Quirks on display as there could’ve been. One or two of them had spearguns in hand, like their expected opposition was just going to sit there and get shot. Or, rather, go into the water and get shot. 

Not for the first time, Kei wanted a complete report of all the shit Catch-These-Hands down in the plaza must have gotten into when he disintegrated his way into the school. Obito hadn’t finished writing it. But since Kei’s chakra was as subtle as a sledgehammer, she could only assume he’d noticed the new problem from Nezu’s office and started to organize a response.

And if he wasn’t, Kei would find time in her schedule to yell at him. 

“Our advantage lies in the fact that the villains don’t know what our Quirks are. None of them are trying to climb into the boat, which supports my hypothesis.” Midoriya’s determined look faded for a split second. “Um, Asui-sa—Tsuyu-chan’s Quirk is a given, but I didn’t get to see yours in action, Gekkō-san.” 

Mainly because Midoriya’s match with Bakugō had been the first and only training exercise to send someone to Recovery Girl. He’d missed at least three after that. Kei distinctly remembered wondering where all of Midoriya’s compartmentalization ability had gone, given that he’d blown up his entire arm again. Thankfully, the school nurse was able to put this Humpty Dumpty back together after all. 

“I know it’s water-based, too…”

“It’s called Tsunami,” Kei replied. She pressed her hands together again into the Dog seal. As her chakra surged, so did Isobu’s. “Which means I can create, control, and destroy all water around me.” 

There was another brief pause. Midoriya looked like he couldn’t decide to laugh or cry. If Kei had just been told her job was to fight a bear and then informed her that the day’s allowed arsenal included a main battle tank, she figured she’d feel the same way. 

“That simplifies the plan a lot, Gekkō-chan,” said Asui, blunt and sincere at once. “Thank you for telling us.” 

“No problem.” 

About a second later, one of the villains finally lost patience and created a giant hand made out of water to go on the offensive. It rose tall as though to chop the ship in half and drag everyone to a watery grave. Some of the villains even started giggling in anticipation. 

Kei slid down the length of the bow until she was directly beneath the attack, raised one hand, and caught the blow with her fingertips as well as Isobu’s strength. The water construct felt solid enough as it made contact, but it bowed under their combined control and started to reshape itself into something blunter, scalier, and wonderfully familiar. 

Best high-five I’ve ever pulled off. 

The best so far.

Kei shook hands with her shoulder devil made manifest—hand to fingertip, at any rate—and sent their power wildly down through that point of contact like a dam collapse. Soon, more and more of Isobu’s hundred-meter body took shape in semitransparent form, dotted occasionally with screaming, terrified villains who suddenly realized they’d lost control of the plot. While there wasn’t enough water to manifest Isobu’s full size, what was there could fold the enemy’s aquatic fighters into its belly and keep them there for as long as needed. 

And all the while, the demo ship sank lower and lower in the pool, away from the possibility of drowning or reaching the plaza without some help. 

“How do you feel about surfing, Midoriya-chan?” Asui asked. 

“I-I-I think positively?!” Midoriya grabbed the railing of the tossing ship hard enough to leave fingerprints in steel. It didn’t seem like he noticed. 

“Then we’ll go with that. Hang on tight, please,” Kei said, and channeled still more energy into her grasp on the water.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

“savannah the audition information for the winter’s tale hasn’t even been posted yet and plus you more than likely won’t even get cast”

me, already looking for possible monologues and debating whether or not the fact that i’m 20 and inexperienced means that perdita is the only leading role i could even remotely dream of getting (plus i already read her and really enjoyed it) or should i do something more general that could work for any of the three leading ladies: la la la la laaaaaa i can’t hear you (i actually can but i’m trying to ignore you)

[keferon]

“Mistakes on mistakes until” ch 69 spoilers below!

Ahahahahahahah here I go again

Mistakes on mistakes until until I can draw Jazz with my eyes closed

I woke up, checked my phone, woke up for real and decided that whatever plans I had for this day yeah no they can wait a little bit kfkgnfk

Also. Consider listening this while reading. Or don't who am I to tell you what to do~

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

–

Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[umlammerjammers]

Happy (very belated) trans day of visibility!!!! have some Slicks of various genders :)

[bunnihearted]

🪿

[softness-and-shattering]

Question for anyone who's had top surgery, or any emotionally similar kind of surgery, not necessarily gender-affirming surgery. Did you film your reactions afterwards, waking up, taking off the dressings, first time putting on a regular shirt kind of thing? Im sort of in two minds, because its always good to see people feeling joyful in their bodies. Feeling right, the relief. On the other hand, its always so intensely emotional that it feels like it should be private. And what about if its not emotional, if you're just exhausted or you dont have a very obvious external reaction or you're not sure - or are sure - that you dont like it actually. Has anyone made recordings and not shared them, just kept them for yourself?

What about taking before/after pictures to share with other (+-trans) people, other people looking into the same surgeon, that kind of thing?

And whatever you did or didnt do, how do you feel about it now? Would you go back and do things differently if you could? Including if you'd rather you didnt get the surgery done at all, Im open to a variety of perspectives. As long as you're not transphobic about it, which I dont expect but feel I should probably say to cover my bases. For context and transparency I'm just a person trying to figure out how I feel about it for myself, what I might want or not want to do. Personal reasons. Im not a journalist and I promise Im not writing some article I want juicy quotes for. (And if it seems weird that I would clarify that, I've heard stories of people asking to interview trans people as though sympathetic, and then twisting everything in publishing to demonize us. Its a farce of journalistic integrity and I wouldn't blame anyone for being suspicious of questions like this.)

[cravingforsweetsbooksandpurpose]

wip for my hanahaki au ; zosan / lawsan

Where 2 years had changed so much and Sanji wanted something more than just fooling around but Zoro wanted to cut it off and focus on his training and dreams.

After reuniting Sabaody, Sanji contracts hanahaki disease. The only person who knew and who helped him cure the disease was Law. The situation had helped them get to know each other.

Sadly for Zoro he only realized who Sanji was to him during the incident in Zou. Even then it was already too late...

-------

He's not petty. Definitely not. Petty is for small-minded insecure people. And Roronoa Zoro is not that kind of person. And even if he was that kind of person, he still wouldn't be petty for this kind of reason, because that would only mean he cares and it gets under his skin. Surely, it doesn't.

Sanji could feed whoever the hell he wants to. But still. Onigiri was his thing. Right?

Rice and a good sea king meat mixed together. Even one of his moves is called onigiri. So why...

Zoro just kept his mouth shut and looked away. Downing booze to drown his thoughts and whatever he was feeling away. It was helping. It really did. The light buzz of the alcohol had able him to relax and enjoy the banquet. Even making him tolerate Hiyori more than he thought he could.

Mantra of words, trying so hard to keep his mind focus. "It's nothing. It doesn't matter. Everything is just fine" He is a master of his own thoughts. Discipline and meditation was one of the things he's very good at. Nothing could distract him. Well,

That was until... Until...

He suddenly wish that the grim reaper had taken him after fighting King that day.

In front of everyone, He saw how Sanji cough to try and get everyone's attention as he slowly reached out for Law's hand caressing them lovingly as he made them intertwined. Law's face flushed. His free hand covering his mouth lazely, his face leaning on his left side looking away as if hiding his face, evidently embarrassed. Sanji brought their intertwined hands together to his face for a kiss.

Everyone looked over curiously.

While Zoro tried everything in his power to remain stoic. But does he really need to? When the moment he saw everything he felt his heart freeze. He couldn't do or say anything. He felt his throat constricting. He felt so insignificant before Sanji. Like how he and everyone didn't exist and it was only him and Law in this world.

Sanji chuckled for a bit as he looked embarrassed Law softly. And then looked over at everyone with a big grin on his face.

He said,

"Traffy and I started dating."

Loud happy sounds of cheering and clapping roared on the banquet room. Everyone was so happy. Happy for them. Happy for him.

Sanji smiled so brightly. Zoro had never seen that smile before... he had never seen him looked so happy before.

Zoro's stomach churned. It felt like something was stuck on him throat and he wanted to throw up.

But he didn't. He didn't want to ruin this for the cook. Especially after the fuck up shit his family did to him in Whole Cake Island.

So instead he brought his sake cup on his mouth gulping everything in one go. Hoping the cup would hide his face.

He feigned happiness. He wanted to be happy for him too but he'd be lying because he can't. He can't when it was because of another person who was making him this happy.

Thankfully, no one else thought he was acting indifferently. He never was big on showing emotions anyway.

He only held his cup up as a sign of salute. And smile a little. Even if it felt force.

Because it was. He wanted to go. Away from here.

[batsplat]

i mean yes that's how it works

[morningmask27]

Tonight, right now, not even ten minutes ago, might have been the closest I got to an outright hatecrime

[fundepressoxv]

"Why won't you text first? that's so toxic"

maybe because I feel like if you didn't text first then you probably don't want to talk to me and I'm too fucking scared to annoy you.

[arrietty-rune]

Sometimes i feel useless and annoying

[gregmarriage]

kinda got the #random urge to sabotage this before it’s even begun

[quibbs126]

Hmmm.. What if, Dark Cacao x Second Watcher? I think they're cute :>

Meanwhile, Dark Choco and Caramel Arrow in background: ...

*yea, it's fankid request*

Alright, this time I ain’t fooling around, I will make sure these drafts save!

So Carrow and Dark Choco probably already know who this is (this guy’s from like an alternate timeline instead of a hypothetical future and here watchercao has always been a thing for them. I may have somewhat misunderstood the prompt so sorry), this guy is Panela Cookie

I called him that because panela is essentially just unfiltered cane sugar, like kokuto (also I’m making Second Watcher’s new name Black Sugar Cookie). Granted, his name worked better when I called Second Watcher Toffee Cookie, since panela is like brown sugar and that’s one of the main things toffee is made of. But oh well, I still like the name. Also it’s a potential name I’ve heard for Second Watcher Cookie

Panela:

So I know Panela’s hair is quite a bit lighter than his fathers’, but that’s closer to the color of panela, so I just went with it. Though it is supposed to be a slightly darker shade of Second Watcher’s highlights. Then I added the white both to reference his other father and the sugar on the panela. I wanted his outfit to be relatively simple because this isn’t his formal wear, rather what he wears out in the wilderness. Though also I feel like the colors are a bit too dark. I’m considering redesigning it

I wasn’t sure which weapon to go with, sword or bow, since while I first envisioned him with a bow, but he’s also part of the Dark Cacao family, and they all seem to use swords, and you’d think his father and brother would teach him. So I decided, “why not both?” so yeah. He switches between them depending on the scenario

But anyways, on to Panela himself. So he’s the second prince of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, and younger brother of Dark Choco Cookie and Caramel Arrow Cookie (for those who don’t know, I like the headcanon of SW being Carrow’s dad. The age order goes Dark Choco > Caramel Arrow > Panela, though Carrow and Panela have a much smaller age gap). So Dark Cacao and Second Watcher have been together since close to the time Dark Choco was baked, though Dark Choco and Caramel Arrow were each baked separately (basically I say that Dark Cacao is Dark Choco’s only parent and Second Watcher is Caramel Arrow’s). Panela however belongs to both of them. Now unlike with Dark Cheese, Panela had a very close relationship with his siblings, particularly his brother. He looked up to him and wanted to be just like him one day. But then, Dark Choco betrayed the kingdom. Panela refused to believe that Dark Choco would ever do this willingly, and tried to learn as much as he could about what happened (which wasn’t easy as many didn’t want to speak of it), so try and find any proof of foul play.

He eventually is led to the topic of the Strawberry Jam Sword, the thing his brother had gone in search of when last they saw him before all this, and the biggest unknown in the equation. So, he starts to research everything he can about the sword, in hopes he can find some explanation in there for what Dark Choco did. However, he has to do it in secret, as he’s looking into the very same thing the elder prince did before he betrayed them, and to make this public knowledge, particularly to his father the king, could lead to him getting exiled just like his brother, or at the very least, all his research taken and destroyed, and him likely never being able to find out the truth. As such, Panela keeps his research somewhere outside of the Citadel, away from prying eyes. Second Watcher might know of his research, but he also knows the reason for it. In recent years, with Affogato gaining more and more power in the kingdom, Panela’s had to be extra careful, especially after Caramel Arrow’s exile for seeming crimes, as if Affogato ever knew the subject of his research and its significance to the kingdom, Affogato could easily implicate him for treason of the highest order, plotting to assassinate his own father just like his traitorous brother, and he’d be banished at the very least, if not worse. Not to mention, were his father to believe this, he’d probably be devastated at the the thought that even his youngest would betray him, and Panela doesn’t want that, he just wants his family to be together again like they used to. However, Panela is also aware that with Affogato, he is walking on very thin ice, and it’s likely only a matter of time before it breaks

Now, Panela is currently the crown prince of the kingdom, however in recent years, he’s spent less and less time at the Citadel and more time out in the wilds. Part of it is that he simply likes being out in the wilderness—he’s an expert survivalist and could stay in the wilderness for months and be perfectly fine—but the more prominent reason is that he can’t stand to stay in the Citadel as he sees the kingdom fall while he’s powerless to do anything. And worst of all, his father, Dark Cacao Cookie. Ever since Dark Choco’s betrayal, he hasn’t been the same and has been falling into some sort of deep depression, and now Affogato Cookie’s practically running the kingdom and puppeteering Dark Cacao’s every move, and Panela can’t stand to see it. So he holes himself up in his hovel, burying himself in his work despite so few leads, hoping that something good will come of it

After the events of Episodes 13-14 however, his family has been starting to mend and heal, being closer once again, though not yet to the level things once were. The only missing piece is Dark Choco, but even that is looking like a potential possibility. Since then he’s been spending more time back at the Citadel, and while he’s still doing his work, he’s been going at it at an easier pace, and has even been considering telling his father about his work

I think that’s about it for Panela (at least as far as I can remember), I hope you like him!

[teknicaldifficulties]

we're going on a week-long vacation to south carolina this september and *sly cooper dub voice* WE'RE GONNA DRIVE THERE, so i'm wondering if i can maybe convince my folks to let me hijack the car radio for like an hour or two on the way. they'd have to fiddle around with the radio a bunch anyway once we start crossing state lines, so it shouldn't be too hard a sell. problem is trying to figure out which fob albums my parents with dubious music taste will actually enjoy.

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

I think even if Emmet and Ingo somehow ended up hating one another they would still give the other a kidney if they were to need it