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[um97]

this fuckass game ruined my life

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[ikachap]

LOW POLY REY DAU!!

I return with a silly boy :] Bonus work in progress snippets below!

very proud of him :D

[timeforthe12th]

S8 illustration project Previous|Next

[allurearia]

Lean on.

Bakugou katsuki x reader.

Where Your childhood friend is a bit pissed you didn't call for him first.

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Honestly, you couldn’t remember a day when you and Bakugou weren’t joined at the hip. From sharing crayons in kindergarten to regularly sleeping over at his house since middle school, from opening your UA acceptance letters together to both of you being placed in the same class. It’s always been the two of you. Even if he’d never admit it. He’d always been the protective, overbearing one, making sure no one messed with you, even if he called you names or yelled at you. But you knew he didn’t mean it. That was just Bakugou being Bakugou.

But today was different.

It was an early morning training session that Mr. Aizawa had set up to get everyone warmed up for the upcoming practical exam and pro hero internships. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, The sky was still a very light shade of blue as if you could see the darkness of the night slowly fade and welcome the first rays of sunlight. As you and your classmates gathered at Ground Beta, shivering slightly in the crisp air. Despite the early hour, everyone seemed fired up and ready to push themselves, well-

everyone except you.

Bakugou noticed right away.

You weren’t purposefully slacking or anything, but your movements were a second slower, your focus was a bit off. He’d watched you rub your eyes more than once, blinking furiously as if to keep yourself awake. You were tired. Probably had trouble sleeping again, he had guessed.

“Oi, dumbass,” he grumbled, sidling up beside you making sure his gauntlets were slightly tilted back so as to not bump them into you as the rest of the class listened to Aizawa’s instructions. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Hmm?” You glanced up at him, smiling a little sheepishly. Your eyes forming into a crescent shape. “Oh, yeah. Just couldn’t fall asleep, I guess. I’ll be fine.”

Bakugou frowned, his eyes narrowing. He knew you often had trouble sleeping as of late and the continuous early morning practices Mr Aizawa was setting up to prepare his students to intern under pro heroes were not helping in the slightest, Just As he was about to scold you, Aizawa’s sharp gaze flickered to the two of you.

“If the two of you are done chatting, we can begin the drills,” Aizawa drawled dryly, causing a few snickers to ripple through the class. You flushed, ducking your head as Bakugou scowled, his hands sparking with irritation.

“Whatever, old man,” Bakugou muttered, turning back to you with a warning glare. “Just don’t push yourself too hard got it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you murmured, offering him a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Katsuki. Promise.”

You were in fact, not fine.

As the one on one training had started everyone was busy with their own fights and opponents. Your heart had started to race a bit when you saw you were going up against Todoroki of all people. You quickly took in a deep breath trying to steady your nerves.

After all, even when you're not at your fullest potential, going up against a guy who you knew had a major advantage over you wasn't the most reassuring.

“Ready?” Todoroki asked softly, his mismatched eyes studying you intently.

“Yeah,” you nodded, dropping into a fighting stance. “Let’s do this.”

You quickly fell into your routine, dodging his ice attacks and trying to land hits on him, striking back with agility. With each move, you felt your confidence building. Todoroki was a formidable opponent, but you were determined to keep up with him. As the match wore on, you found yourself pushing harder, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

The match was brutal. Todoroki’s precision and control over his Quirk kept you on the defensive. You dodged as best you could, but the sheer power behind his ice and fire attacks was overwhelming. A particularly strong ice wall sent you skidding back, your feet losing traction as you slipped.

As Todoroki’s ice path with a blunt end surged towards you, you reacted instinctively, thrusting your hands in front of your face to shield yourself from the brunt of the hit. Trying to minimize the damage he would have on you. The cold air swirled around you as the ice collided with your left side, just below your waist, sending a shock of pain coursing through your body. You stumbled slightly, feeling the sharp chill bite into your skin and the hard surface press against you.

“Damn it!” you gasped, being pushed back but still standing on your feet. Clutching your stomach, trying to stop the pain from spreading.

“Are you okay?” you hear worry in Todorokis voice as he jogs towards you slightly open your eyes to see him better.

You winced, testing your limbs. Your hip throbbed painfully, and you knew you’d probably had to make a quick visit to the recovery girls stand which was close by. “ It's slight, I'm fine,” you muttered, trying to wave him off. But when you tried to stand, pain shot up your stomach, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Easy” Todoroki murmured, slipping his arm under yours and gently pulling your arm over his shoulder. “Let me help you.”

The contact made you freeze, your face flushing slightly. You rarely lean on others for help, but right now, you don't have much of a choice. You let out a sigh, nodding reluctantly as you allowed him to take some of your weight.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“It’s no problem,” he replied softly, his gaze flickering to your injured stomach. “Let’s get you to Recovery Girl.”

“I apologize i thought i had made the end of the attack blunt but it seems i miscalculated”

“It's quiet alright Todoroki-san its training we’re bound to get hurt.”

He only hummed in response.

As Todoroki began leading you off the training field, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder. It seemed like Katsuki was paired up with Kirishima, Barely acknowledging the red heads continuous attack he was sending powerful blasts of his own. The clash of their Quirks sent shockwaves through the training field.

His crimson gaze, usually sharp and unwavering during battle, flickered in your direction. You were leaning against Todoroki, the icyhot bastard guiding you off the field with his arm around your waist. Something hot and unpleasant twisted in Bakugou’s chest at the sight.

The intensity of his stare made your breath catch. Causing a slight pain in your stomach due to the injury. You’d never seen Bakugou look at anyone like that before. It was almost like—

The explosive blond felt his jaw clench. A flash of orange erupted in his palm as he shoved Kirishima back, almost too forcefully. Kirishima stumbled but quickly regained his stance, looking at Bakugou with a mix of confusion and concern.

“Dude, what’s—?”

“Shut it,” Bakugou snapped, his voice gruff. His gaze never left you and Todoroki, the seething jealousy churning in his gut making it impossible to focus on anything else.

“Bakugou!” you called out, wincing as you adjusted your position against Todoroki. “I’ll be fine, okay?”

He didn’t respond—couldn’t respond. Not when all he could think about was how much he hated seeing you lean on someone else for support, especially him.

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You shifted under the covers for what felt like the hundredth time that night, frustration building as sleep continued to evade you. Your stomach ached faintly from earlier in the day’s training session, though Recovery Girl had patched it up. She’d assured you it was nothing serious—a light sprain, just sore if you put too much pressure on it.

Still you couldn't sleep.

Letting out a huff of annoyance, you finally gave up on the idea of sleeping. Maybe a change of scenery would help you clear your head. You threw off your blanket and carefully swung your legs over the side of the bed, wincing slightly when your foot touched the ground. The floor was colder then you imagined.

Slowly, you made your way down to the common room, the quietness of the night was almost comforting, you exhaled a deep breath as you rounded the corner.

But your steps faltered when you saw a familiar spiky-haired figure lounging on the couch, his gaze flickering to you the moment you appeared. Bakugou sat there, priviously looking out through the huge glass windows the common room had harboured.

“The hell are you doing up?” he grumbled, eyes narrowing as he took in your form. “Shouldn’t you be resting?”

You offered him a weak smile, moving to sit on the other end of the couch. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought some fresh air might help. What about you?”

“Couldn’t sleep either,” he mumbled, looking away. There was something off about the way he was avoiding your gaze, and you had a feeling you knew why. His fingers tapped restlessly against the armrest, a telltale sign of his pent-up frustration.

“I’m fine now, y’know,” you said softly, hoping to ease the tension. “My stomach barely hurts anymore.”

“Yeah, ’cause that’s why you’re limping around like a dumbass,” he shot back, his tone sharper than intended. He paused, taking a breath before glancing at you again. “And don’t think I forgot how you let that half-and-half bastard carry you like that.”

There it was the reason for his irritation. You sighed, shifting your position to face him more directly. “Katsuki, it was just a little help. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” he repeated, already irritated. “You were hurt. I should’ve been the one helping you, not him. You think I like seeing you all cozy with someone else?”

You blinked at his words, surprise flickering through you. There it was again that unspoken something beneath his anger. It was so typical of Bakugou to get all worked up instead of just saying what he really felt. He wasn’t mad that Todoroki helped you. He was upset that he hadn’t been the one by your side. Like he always had.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your voice gentle. “But I didn’t want to trouble you. You always look out for me, and I just… I didn’t want to add more to your plate.”

Bakugou scoffed, his gaze finally locking onto yours. “Trouble me? Like I’d ever think you’re a burden. Dumbass.”

Warmth had spread throughout your body. Bakugou wasn’t great with comforting words, but when he did say something real, it always meant a lot more.

“Thank you- Katsuki.”

“Tch, don’t get all sappy on me now,” he muttered, but you could see the way his shoulders relaxed slightly,his irritation dulling. “Just next time, let me help you, okay? I don’t want to see you leaning on anyone else.”

You nodded, a soft chuckle escaping you. “Alright, alright. I promise.”

For a moment, silence settled between you, comfortable and familiar. You let your head rest against the back of the couch, feeling the tension from the day slowly fade away. Katsukis presence had always been a source of comfort, no matter how grumpy he appeared on the surface.

“You can be a real softy when you want to, You know Kats?”

“Shut up,” he retorted, but there was no real bite to his words. His eyes flickered to yours

But before you could think more on it, Bakugou shifted, reaching down beside the couch. He pulled out a blanket, his movements almost awkward as he draped it over your shoulders.

“Here,” he muttered, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of red. “Don’t want you catching a cold or some shit like that, our internships are getting closer.”

You blinked, touched by the gesture. “What about you?”

Bakugou huffed, scooting closer so that the blanket covered the both of you. “Happy now?” he grumbled, his voice low and rough.

A smile broke across your face, and you leaned back against him slightly, the warmth of his presence soothing your frayed nerves. “Yeah. This is nice.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled, but you caught the way his eyes softened as he glanced at you, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

“You know this reminds me of how you, me and Izuku had sleepovers and you kept hogging the blanket”

“Hah? You two were just too slow to grab em ain't my fault”

Minutes had stretched into an hours, the two of you exchanging quiet words and comfortable silences. The pain in your stomach faded into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of Bakugou’s breathing beside you. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you found yourself fighting back yawns.

Before you knew it, sleep began to pull you under, your head resting against Bakugou’s shoulder. He stiffened for a moment but didn’t push you away. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, his gaze lingering on your sleeping form.

“Dumbass” he murmured fondly, his voice barely a whisper. With gentle movements, he shifted slightly, allowing you to nestle closer. He adjusted the blanket, making sure it was snug around you before leaning his head back against the couch.

As sleep claimed him too, he let his arm drape protectively over your shoulder, the weight of nigh settling between you two.

The morning light crept into the common room, casting a gentle glow across the two of you. Voices stirred from the hallway, and you vaguely registered the sound of footsteps drawing nearer.

“You think we should wake them up?” Kirishima’s deep voice murmured, his tone a mix of amusement and uncertainty.

“I don’t know… they look pretty cozy,” Kaminari whispered back, his grin evident even in his hushed tone.

“Regardless, we should give them some privacy,” Momo’s soft, measured voice chimed in. “It’s not proper to stare.”

You froze, heat flooding your cheeks as you processed what they were saying. Slowly, cautiously, you lifted your head to look around and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw your friends standing at the edge of the room.

Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Momo, and Tenya were all gathered there, a mix of expressions on their faces ranging from confusion to curiosity to barely concealed glee. Todoroki’s brows were furrowed slightly, Kirishima was grinning like an idiot, while Kaminari’s phone was suspiciously pointed in your direction probably already snapping photos.

Tenya, on the other hand, looked absolutely mortified.

“Uh, morning?” you greeted awkwardly, your voice still thick with sleep.

Tenya’s eyes widened, and he began frantically adjusting his glasses, his hands flying in his usual animated manner. “This—this is highly inappropriate! We shouldn’t be—”

“Oh, relax, Iida,” Kirishima interrupted, his grin widening. “It’s not like they did anything. They just fell asleep together.”

“Yeah, but when was the last time you saw Bakugou let anyone get that close to him?” Kaminari piped up, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I think this is history, were witnessing,”

Bakugou shifted beside you, a low grumble escaping his lips as he slowly came to. He blinked once, then twice, his gaze sharpening as he took in the sight of your friends gathered around.

“What the hell are you extras doing here?” he growled, his voice gravelly with sleep. He pulled his arm back abruptly, as if suddenly realizing how close the two of you were. “Get lost before I blow you all to bits.”

“Easy there, Bakugou!” Kirishima laughed, raising his hands in surrender. “We were just surprised, y’know? It’s not every day we see you all… cuddly.”

You shot Kirishima a glare, though your cheeks were still burning from embarrassment. “We just fell asleep talking, that’s all.”

Todoroki’s gaze slid from you to Bakugou, then back to you again. He tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful. “You two seem… comfortable.”

Bakugou scoffed, pushing himself up from the couch, his movements stiff and jerky. “Like hell why do you care icyhot!” he yelled in Todorkis face, though he avoided looking at you directly. “Don’t you guys have better things to do?”

“I’m afraid not, Bakugou,” Momo responded with a light smile. “It’s Sunday, and most of us were planning on a late breakfast. But we heard voices coming from the common room and thought we’d check in.”

“Besides,” Kaminari chimed in, his grin wide and mischievous, “we didn’t want to miss the chance to see Bakugou looking so soft and cuddly.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and you could practically feel the heat of his simmering anger beside you. Deciding to step in before he exploded, you cleared your throat and offered a sheepish smile. “We were just talking because I couldn’t sleep. I had a hard time getting comfortable because of, well, you know…” You gestured vaguely to your stomach, which had been wrapped up securely with bandages.

“Yeah, I noticed you were still limping at the end of the day yesterday,” Todoroki said, his voice calm but tinged with concern. “Does it still hurt?”

Before you could answer, Bakugou cut in, his tone edged with irritation. “Shes fine. I would know.”

Todoroki raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment further, his gaze lingering on Bakugou’s tense form.

“Okay, okay, we get it, big guy,” Kirishima chuckled, stepping back. “No need to blow a fuse. We’ll leave you two alone.”

But just as the group started to turn away, Kaminari leaned forward, his grin turning wicked. “Just one more thing Bakugou, if you didn’t want Todoroki helping her out yesterday, why didn’t you say so?”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened, and he stepped forward, sparks crackling faintly from his palms. “You wanna lose your teeth, Dunce Face?”

“Alright, let’s go,” Momo intervened, gently ushering Kaminari and Kirishima out of the room. “We’ll leave you two to your… morning.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Kirishima agreed, shooting you a quick thumbs-up behind Bakugou’s back. “See you guys at breakfast!”

As the group finally dispersed, Bakugou let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his spiky bedhair, You glanced at him, the embarrassment of being caught slowly giving way to amusement.

“Thanks for not blowing up at them,” you murmured, nudging his shoulder gently.

“Tch. They’re lucky I didn’t,” he muttered, but there was no real heat in his voice. “Fuckin idiots.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you leaned back against the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket the two of you had shared. “So… do you wanna talk about what Kaminari said?” You said teasingly.

Bakugou shot you a sharp look, his eyes narrowing slightly. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Right, of course,” you said lightly, not pushing him further. Instead, you shifted closer, resting your head against his shoulder once more. “But… thank you. For staying with me last night.”

For a moment, Bakugou was silent, his gaze flickering to your head resting on his shoulder. Then, with a soft huff, he relaxed slightly, leaning back against the couch.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make it a habit, dumbass,” he grumbled, his voice gruff but lacking its usual bite.

But you knew him well enough to understand what he really meant: I’ll always be here. 

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[hajimefingies]

nathan explosion more like nathan BREASTsplosion.... boom...

[cloudyiepuff]

what the fuck why he sadge

[sadgayeddie]

eddie coming to the rescue in 8.18, background music partly removed x

[luminalunii97]

I'm back after 4 days of almost no internet connection. The islamic republic first impulse during any crisis is to limit iranians access to internet, since they are afraid people are going to organize a riot against them. This is what happens when you make an enemy of your own people. For the past 4 decades, the regime of iran has oppressed and brutalized our people to the point that during war they feel the necessity to put anti riot forces in every main square around the city and disrupt people's connections and flow of information to prevent people from taking the opportunity to overthrow them. In case you don't know how much I hate the IR regime, I'm almost ok with this war because it means they suffer!

I live in tehran but my family and I were away from the city for a few days to wait out the worst of it. But I'm back now. Many people left last week but are coming back in small numbers. You can't really leave your house, job and life for too long after all, not in this economy. Israel airforce is still targeting different sites all over iran. Mostly military bases and ammunition storages. They've also targeted governmental facilities, in tehran especially. It's all very concerning since these bases and institutions are mostly inside city perimiters and the neighboring houses get affected. Iran is also hitting israel but unlike the Israeli government, they don't even pretend that they care about civilian casualties!

To be fully honest here, most people in iran are torn between fear of war and celebration of regime loss. That very first night when israel killed some of the high rank IRGC commanders, most tehrani residents woke up with fear, felt sad that innocent neighbors were killed but happy that those prominent faces were hit. Salami, IRGC commander in chief, and Hajizadeh, commander of aerospace force, were directly responsible for striking the Iran-Ukrain flight 752 around 6 years ago, killing 176 innocent people, but instead of taking accountability they cracked down on the aggrieved families to keep them quite. Tehranchi was the rector of Islamic Azad University branches in tehran and a few years ago when 10 students died in a bus accident inside the university campus due to neglect, he said "accident happens!"

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I think I've said everything I wanted to say. I wasn't around for days and wanted to drop a quick update before going back to tapping up the windows in case of blast nearby.

[owleanders]

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[chunglesworth]

My recording of their stupid mid show bit where Skiwsgaar talks about gooseberry pie and no one laughs

[rayhantochtli]

They're all grown men

[eerietoadbug]

For Star Wars Ask (vk) ehehe

[milli0n-dollar-fool]

HELP ME I JUST REALISED

You know how aziraphale can sense love? How he has to stop for a moment in the nunnery in s1, how he grabs on to crowley when Gabriel and Beelzebub reunite? The way he smiles when he sees nina and Maggie dance?

Imagine how shocking the kiss would be, to feel all this love directed at -him-. With no one to grab on to except for crowley. Could he feel it fade away as he left crowley?

[endivinity]

WOUGH okay so the premise all started because of the way I play FO4 on survival which is about as long and arduous as this post. it's ALL in settlement building and most of my mods reflect this. I play that shit like minecraft. I'll chuck some screenshots at the end

the more you think about it, the less plausible it is for a soldier or a lawyer respectively to have ANY idea about the fine tuning of crafting a fusion generator or a water purifier, let alone know how to construct a pre-broken window pane. None of the wood is useable - there's no amount of fantasy that can make me believe a whole bed can be constructed out of two pencils and a pack of cigarettes. Realistically - the resources need to come from somewhere. I've also read critiques about how the commonwealth hasn't progressed for two centuries (which, part of this is because of how Bethesda handles the Fallout franchise vs the established societies in 1 and 2. for the record i LOATHED 3 and am very firmly a new vegas bitch). They're still living in Diamond City surrounded by piles of trash and the rest of the NPC settlements are canonically wiped out or basically considered the dregs (Goodneighbor, the Children of Atom, charitably the Atom Cats; Quincy and University Point, etc). They live off scavenging for trash and components that are somehow still lying around untouched. Most of this is because the game wants you to use this cool mechanic they've introduced and to feel like you're rebuilding the wasteland with your bare hands, and you get your pick of a huge scope of lands to build on, and the appearance of actual civilisation suffers for it. Nobody lives there. Realistically, you're going to build up one or two really good settlements and the rest are barebones or empty.

Jake (probably has a longer name. it's never mentioned) is a civil engineer who has combat training and survival know-how for funsies and by the cusp of the great war her department had enough downsizing that she was taking on the work of coworkers who had been "let go" (executed for thought crimes), so she knows some stuff about blueprinting things other than major city infrastructure, at least enough to delegate or make suggestions. She also stirred the pot and got higher-ups very angry at her and was punitively assigned to marriage and domesticity in Sanctuary Hills. Most importantly, she's not related to the family that have the kid. Nate gets shot and Nora suffocates in cryo.

She enters a world that perplexes her specifically because nothing has progressed for two hundred years, but through very very careful investigation she finds out that something or someone is actively interfering with any attempts to settle and develop. There's an intensive spying network going on and she has to figure out what's safe, who's safe, how the raider groups are able to be raiding year-round without dying of starvation because they're certainly not farming, how to build and manage and educate her new settlements without tripping the local spy network, how to set up trade convoys for lumber and concrete without tripping the local spy network OR instigating the raider gangs that systematically wiped out the convoys in the first place, and how to source parts for this goddamn water purifier schematic while not dying to super-radstorms or a really big wild hog. She customarily fights with a knife (Throatslicer); she's proficient at sniping and occasionally uses a plasma sniper or a gauss rifle.

Deacon is her story companion because of the 'friend' RR sign above the vault. Guy's been spying from the get-go. But because Jake's super paranoid and realistically, he has no way of knowing who you are because you aren't stupid and bald and wearing a pair of signature sunglasses, he loses her the moment she ditches the vault suit at the Abernathys'; half of his part of the story is trying to find out what happened to her, why the institute was involved in the vault at all (and increasingly wild theories about how she's a synth plant), and who this weirdass woman is who's suddenly taking over the trade routes, and talk of new settlements that's kept so hush-hush he can't even crack the secrets with his super believable caravan hand outfit.

Eventually Jake realizes she's in way over her head trying to manage settlements and hunts down the Railroad to ask for help, which... they're very downsized. They're basically a skeleton crew. I have no idea how they suddenly have all those heavies at the battle of bunker hill or the castle or whatever the fuck. So they can't and/or won't help her, and it comes down to Deacon to make an executive decision over what he thinks is going to be longterm better for the wasteland and the synth populations, and when weighing up the options between this cool lady who never shows her face and creeps around spiderman-style to sever a gunner's spinal cord and wants to crack the Institute wide open, or being trapped in a crypt with Carrington and successfully exfiltrating one synth every three months, the decision is obvious

and since you made it this far here's some shots of builds I've worked on. My main base at Egret Tours; Sanctuary Hills after I removed all the shitass housing for funsies; Murkwater Construction with incredibly poor navmeshing; my other main at Dalton Farm. yes my save file hates me