#mono-tasking

[scholarshipportal]

(via Mono-tasking vs Multitasking - Why Focused Work Wins Every Time)

[richardstockley]

The myth of multitasking is pervasive, but it’s time to challenge this outdated notion. As executives, embracing mindfulness and mono-tasking can lead to more meaningful work, greater productivity, and a healthier work-life balance. Let’s put the myth to rest and start achieving more by doing less.

[aoimeakane]

Absolutely fucked day to be a manga reader ig

[mono-chrono]

kill

maim

murder

i hate my stylus

[fastlane-freedom]

Boost Productivity: 7 Japanese Techniques to Overcome Laziness

In the realm of personal productivity and motivation, Japanese techniques offer valuable insights to conquer laziness and enhance efficiency. From the philosophy of continuous improvement (Kaizen) that encourages gradual progress, to the visual task management approach (Kanban) that transforms daunting tasks into manageable steps, and the profound concepts of purpose-driven living (Ikigai) and…

[heartpiratedrabbles]

Indifference

Prompt: Sanji starts treating you differently from normal and it's taking a toll. It all comes to a head when you get hurt.

~~ Part 2

Sanji X Fem Reader

You’d been on board the Sunny for a while now. Enough to know all your crew mates’ personalities. Enough to brace for impact when you hear your captain yell your name, strike a pose when the shipwright yells super, even joining the helmsmen to meditate every now and then. Reading a book just to discuss it with Robin or discussing fashion with Nami. Eagerly sitting and listening to Usopp’s stories, or waking the swordsman up for dinner, even along to music played by a Skeleton were common days for you. Chopper loving your company in the med bay when you sneak him more Candy than the chef would like.

         And then there was the chef. The curly browed, blonde-haired chef. You had heard warnings of him before joining the crew, how his nose bleeds came from his perverted thoughts. How he doted on any female in his sights. Even Nami had pulled you to the side to tell you how to kick or slap him away if you felt it got to much. Robin giving the advice to just ignore it.

         The first couple of weeks you had proven those rumors true. Sanji would go out of his way to make sure you felt comfortable, making you snacks and drinks constantly and praising the very land you stood on. At first you were taken aback by it, but quickly realized that it was just who he was. He treated you the same as Nami and Robin and it brought you comfort that, while a little strange, it wasn’t different from others.

         You’d even join him to help prep the food or wash the dishes, he protested at first, but never truly tried to stop you. The gentle humming you’d hear as you peeled the vegetables or set the table would sometimes make your heart skip a beat. He’d always turn around to have you taste his food prematurely, his cooing as you gladly took the spoonful.

         Maybe that was your problem. Maybe you had fallen too hard for the stupid chef. Going out of your way to wake up earlier to help him with breakfast, or staying up late at night to see him prepare a snack for your gluttonous captain. Making sure you could spend as much of your precious time with him while attempting to make it seem like a coincidence.

         But now here you were, staring at the man cooking with his back turned to you. It started about 2 months ago. His indifference to your presence. The way he’d barely glance at you, sharing only the bare minimum of words needed to not ignore you completely. The silence in the kitchen hung on your heart as you stared at the back of the chef in front of you. It started slow, but now it was hard to avoid. Sanji had just asked you to stop coming to his kitchen. His voice had been low, and he hadn’t even turned his head to talk to you, You swallowed the lump in your throat, deciding not to speak as you listen to his words.

         Deciding to go to the aquarium instead. It’d be quiet there around this time of day, with the rest of the crew distracted in their own daily routines. Holding your breath as to not let a single cry out as your chest burned. You sat against one of the couches, staring at the fish swimming buy thinking about what happened.

You noticed right away when he stopped fawning over you, the praising tones towards Robin and Nami seemingly falling flat as he would turn to you. And you noticed how the dishes and drinks you got no longer were presented with perfection, often getting a closer presentation to Luffy or Zoro. The sing-song voice slowly turning mono-tone towards you over the weeks. Last week he had stopped talking to you in the kitchen, opting instead to just place your task on the opposite end of the kitchen from him but still saying thanks as you finished.

You brought your knees to your chest, biting your lip hard to remain quiet as his last words to you echo in your mind. The dry tone telling you to leave. You could feel your nails starting to break the skin on your palm and the subtle taste of copper on your tongue. Maybe you weren’t welcomed. Maybe everything had been an illusion and Sanji was just the first one to give up the act.

You were quickly snapped out of your mind with the sudden jerk of the ship, falling at the unmistakable feeling of a cannon ball hitting. Your mind going into action mode, forgetting all about your feelings as you go to the deck. The captain and his wings were already on the attack as Franky was switching the ships mode for battle, and you join the line-up to help the fight.

At one-point Marines had started to board the ship. You fought them off as quickly as the came aboard, slashing and dodging as fast as you could. At one point you had been surrounded, a marine attempting to disarm you by grabbing your wrist, forcing you to turn away from most of the enemies before you fell to the ground. You broke free from the grasp quickly enough, slashing at their ankles as you stand back up. The blood in your veins burning as the fight raged on.

         By the end of it, everyone was exhausted. 5 marine ships surrounding the Sunny in hopes to sink it. The adrenaline had kicked in quickly for you with the shaking of the ship and the movement of fighting. You breathe out a huge sigh of relief as Zoro and Sanji take care of the stragglers, throwing them overboard as you slump against the mast, sinking into the grass beneath. Now that the fight was over it was harder to breathe.

         Franky and Usopp going to fix the ship right away, as Jimbei jumped in the water to see if there was damage to the hull. Chopper complained about the smell of blood but chocked it up to the marines Zoro took care of as Nami and Robin whisked him away to clean up in the bathhouse. You glance up as Zoro heads to the crows’ nest to keep watch for a bit while Brook follows Luffy and Sanji into the dining hall, the captain yelling for food.

         Standing up, you notice a stain of red on the mast and grass from where you sat. You felt the shreds of your shirt on your back when you fell but now you could feel the warm liquid dripping down your back and legs. The stinging pain hitting you as you try to straighten your back a bit more, before quickly heading to the med-bay.

         You could hear through the walls Sanji yelling at Luffy to not eat raw meat as you grabbed some bandages and anti-septic. You didn’t want to bother Chopper, Robin had probably made a bubble bath for the cotton-candy lover. It took longer than you would have thought to find the bottle that was sure to sting, and grabbed a clean cloth, wetting it with the liquid. The cheerful laughter in the other room ringing around you as you prepare yourself to clean the wound you couldn’t see.

         You tried turning your head to look in the mirror but only felt light-headed when you saw how much blood was coming out, your flayed skin curling back from the center of the cuts. Seeing the glimpse of how bad it was seemed to also fully awaken your body to how much it hurt as all of your muscles tensed, every movement now seemingly shooting unbearable pain through your body. You can’t seem to fully move yourself anymore as your throat tightens enough to stop your breathing.

~~~

         Sanji left the kitchen after feeding his wild animal of a Captain. Opting for a smoke after the battle was over. It was tougher than he’d like to admit and he was in a foul mood as Zoro had defeated 3 more marines than him. Walking around a bit to lean on a railing while staring at the half-sunken ships now far behind them.

         Everyone should be in their normal post-battle routines, Food on the table for those who needed the energy, some fixing anything that needed it or cleaning any messes about. And of course, the women and Chopper taking an extra bath to rid themselves of any sprayed blood, dirt, or gunpowder.

Dinner would be soon but Sanji still had a good amount of time before he had to truly start any prep. Especially recently with your help, what would normally take him an hour had been cut down to half that… Smoke blew out past his lips as he remembers how he told you to stop helping just earlier that day. How you hadn’t even responded to him, the silence hanging heavily in the air before he heard your soft footsteps and the door opening and closing. It was for the best that you stayed away, after all he-

         “Hey Sanji, have you seen Y/N? She didn’t join us for a bath.” Nami walked by with slightly damp hair, distracting Sanji from his current thought. He turns around offering her his full attention, shaking his head to her question as he fawned over her new outfit.

Robin holding Chopper who seemed to have fallen asleep, “Perhaps she was too tired to join us. She hasn’t been sleeping well.” The suggestion seemed plausible, at this point everyone knew how you’d walk the ship for hours at night to try and wade your insomnia away. Chopper had even tried giving you some medicine for it, but was woefully out of the primary ingredient needed. Even Sanji had altered your meals to have no caffeine or ingredients that would promote sleep. Not that he’d ever tell you. It came naturally to shift dietary needs to the person no other reason to it.

Nami and Robin starts walking away just as Nami steps in a puddle, “Ew, Sanji didn’t you guys clean the deck? There’s still blood everywhere.”

“I’ll get right on it Nami-swan~” The reaction was immediate and they continued to walk away. But Sanji looks down, he could have sworn he saw Usopp cleaning the deck earlier. Frowning a bit as he sees it’s a trail. A stupid Marine must be hiding on board. Badly at that. The least they could do is hide the fact that they’re bleeding.

Following the trail of still wet drops of blood, some larger pools and some streaks until he’s in front of the med-bay door. Kicking the door open to find their apparent intruder, his foot catching a flame as he peered inside. But instead of seeing a badly injured marine, he saw you. Your frozen stare into the mirror behind you, your arms in the air as your pale face turned towards the startling noise. His cigarette falling from his lips as his leg falters.  He sees a cloth and a fallen bottle of anti-septic, pooling around your feet mixing with blood that was a shade to dark. Glancing back up to the mirror to see the horrific scene on your back as you let out two anguished gasps before falling.

Sanji lunges forward, barely catching you from falling on the floor as he calls for help. Quickly placing you face down on the bed, grabbing anything to apply pressure to the gushing gashes, quick footsteps getting closer as his mind started to race.

[vnards]

You were seeing John for a while...

You met at a bar when he was on leave and you just couldn't get enough of each other. But he made sure to keep his work life away from you. You knew he worked in the military and would be gone for long periods, but other than that John kept everything seperate.

You worked at the bakery downstairs, twirling around the kitchen in a way that always amazed him when he was at his boring flat. But you always made it brighter.

John couldn't wait to get home to you. You'd both aligned your schedules for each other all weekend and John was excited.

He couldn't wait to feel your softness or taste your lips after all the gore he'd seen. He wants to wipe his hands off the darkness the world can have with your brightness you offer. You were his shining star.

He's walking up the last stairs to his flat when he noticies something's different...off. It puts John on alert.

When he sees the door to the flat sitting ajar, he slides out his pistol.

He waits for a second to see if he can hear anything--nothing, no signs of a struggle.

He busts in the door and he scans the place, ransacked and everything thrown to the floor, but empty. He moves with efficiency to the bedroom which he also finds empty.

"Fuckin' hell." Price curses. He tries to not let the absolute terror of you being in danger distract him from trying to locate where you are.

He scans the rooms quickly, seeing the knives, baseball bat, and the cabinet with pepper spray had been moved--meaning, his sweet girl fought.

Good girl, he thinks.

He pulled out his phone to pull up your phone tracking. Luckily it wasn't in the flat and it was moving west in a car. John wanted to call and hear that you're alright and he's worrying himself sick. But one more look around the apartment and he knows it's wrong.

Otherwise, you'd be here smiling, greeting him home with your soft and gentle love.

The anger that has John moving cracks something in his heart, the special task force Captain turning into something only the field sees. The mono-objective killing machine that is destined to get home. To you.

He rushes back to his car, watching you on the monitor. Such a good girl keeping your phone on you. So smart. He'll be sure to whisper those praises into your skin when he get's you back.

He's headed in your direction in 5 minutes.

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

You whump carter like no other and I bow at your feet! Wanted to give you a scenario for a prompt if you ever want it:

Last summer i was taken to the ER after a week of high fevers, and I had all kinds of wacky test results that led the doctors to think i had leukemia. Obviously I was admitted and after a day of tests it turned out I instead had MONO, lol!

A good laugh in the end but it definitely took me out of commission for a month even after I knew what was going on. I’ve never been that tired in my life - but I bet Carter has, and he might not know the difference ;) Yours if you want it!

Medwhump May Day 27- Adrenaline Crash

He falls ill on a Sunday, which is inconvenient for the family because there's a dinner, and Carter is expected to attend. This is conveyed to him via a butler at seven in the morning, when he's so heavy with fever he can hardly lift his eyelids, and the poor man clearly doesn't relish his task.

“Your dinner jacket is hanging on the wardrobe, Sir. You're expected to be dressed and ready by six pm at the latest.”

OR

Carter comes down with mono while living with his folks in S1.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65956285

@medwhumpmay

[baby-you-you]

eeee I know I asked before but I'm seeing your omori ones and I was wondering if you could do one specifically for omori (not sunny, omori) pretty pleasee!! ^◇^

OMORI Themed regressors batch !

👁️‍🗨️ activities

Drawing with only black, white, and gray crayons Tracing shapes or characters with your finger or stylus (digital or paper) Creating your own “Headspace” with plushies, pillows, and drawings Staring at fish tanks or lava lamps (calming visual focus) Quiet time listening to lo-fi or soft instrumental loops Stimming with string, soft fabrics, or weighted blankets Making a “silent journal” — drawing your feelings, no words Organizing your toys or stickers neatly – like building your own “menu screen"

👁️‍🗨️ clothes

Oversized black or white t-shirt (like Omori’s!) Knee socks or soft leg warmers Monochrome jammies Comfy shorts or sleep pants Hoodies with long sleeves to hide in soft plush slippers

👁️‍🗨️ toys

Plushie friends like Aubrey, Hero, Kel, or Basil Monochrome plush animals or blob plushies Stuffed cat (like Mewo!) Calming fidget toys (black-and-white pop-its, squish balls) Blank sketchbook as your “journal” Pretend light bulb you can switch on/off (LED night light or a switch toy)

👁️‍🗨️ games

Pretend you're in Headspace visiting your toy friends Build White Space with pillows and blankets (only white or black ones!) “Talk” to your toys using only emotes, gestures, or facial expressions Draw a map of your dream world with portals to “friends” Do tasks slowly, one by one (like you’re selecting them from a menu) Make up battles with gentle outcomes (plushies “lose” and cuddle after)

👁️‍🗨️ foods/drinks

Apple juice or warm milk in a cup with a lid Boiled eggs (cut in half like game sprites!) Tiny sandwiches or cut-up snacks in bento style White bread (plain or toasted) Plain rice or pasta Soft fruits (peeled grapes, banana slices) Plain crackers or seaweed snacks

👁️‍🗨️ nicknames <3

momo 'mori mono monobun lil dreamer void baby silent kiddo sleepybug lil' guy/gal little static

[irondadfics]

Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃

Here is a list of fics we’ve collected for Turkey Day!

An Unforeseen Guest - A Thanksgiving Story  by Chris_Kaabye

Peter has no idea how it happened, but the fact remains that he accidentally invited Tony Stark to Thanksgiving dinner.

Aunt May Forgets the Pie by panicatthecisco

It's Peter's first Thanksgiving since May found out he was Spiderman. As such, the only thing to do is invite Iron Man over for dinner. What could go wrong?

A Stark Family Thanksgiving by losingmymindtonight

Tony spends some time with the people who make him feel the most thankful.

A Spidey Thanksgiving by thwip_thwip10

Tony takes Peter to the Macey's Thanksgiving Day Parade, but things go a little...out of plan.

How Long Does it Take to Cook a Turkey in the Microwave? by aceschwarz222

After losing a bet with Ned and MJ, Peter Parker is tasked with asking the Avengers the most ridiculous question ever. And during the week of Thanksgiving, no less. Shockingly, they give Peter the most unexpected answers...

Sweet Potatoes & Stitches by whumphoarder

Peter tries to assist Tony in cooking Thanksgiving dinner for the Avengers, but his culinary skills are a little lacking, and his knife skills even more so. Thankfully, the team is there to help.

Thanksgiving by Emily_F6

Peter is sure that Tony wouldn't really want to come to his apartment for Thanksgiving. He invites him anyway.

The Best Thanksgiving Ever by niniblack

Thanksgiving, 2024. It’s a year post-blip and Tony Stark has invited all his family and friends over to his idyllic lake house for a perfect holiday. It’s gonna be great. Perfect. Absolutely nothing is going to go wrong. --- “No,” Happy says. He steps towards the turkey, hands raised as though to ward them both off. “You two are not blowing up another turkey.” Peter turns to him, eyes wide. “But… it’s for science.” Happy raises a finger at him. “No.” “Hap–” Tony tries. “No.”

A Pack of Petered Parkers by peppypear

“So, let me know if I have this right.” Tony said, setting down half of his burger. “Your dad, after having three sons, each with a different woman, had the bright idea to name them all Peter?”  He tried to imagine three Spider-Men swinging around the city: quipping at supervillains, charging headlong into trouble, being too trusting for their own good - Tony felt his blood pressure begin to climb. “Are they- are they like you?” “If you mean superpowered, then no.” Peter shrugged. “They’re kinda boring; Tobey’s been married for years, and Andy's married to his job. Not exciting enough to get us our own reality show.”   -- When Peter invites his mentor for Thanksgiving at May’s, Tony learns a Parker family secret. (canon AU set between Hoco and IW). Crack, fluff, and meta jokes

Of Fevers & Thankfulness by awesomesockes & whumphoarder

Peter comes down with mono just before Thanksgiving.

[epicleovilanon]

i’ve seen you reblogging some floyd/jamil so. 11, 28, and 30?

hi!! yes, i absolutely reblogged some flojami, its such a great ship with a veyr fun dynamic, @blondeaxolotl put me on, i suggest you take a look at their blog if you havent already--tho i srsly doubt it considering mono's like THE flojami blog lol

but yes, here are my answers, with hc included lol!!

11. Are they a healthy couple? If no, why not?

okay, so!! flojami, to me, are in fact a healthy couple. i just really think Floyd can get Jamil to relax to the point where Jamil can enjoy himself in the moment. alternatively, Floyd is also someone who can stress Jamil out an unholy amount. i also think they enjoy competing with each other, but it never manifests in a way where one would resent the other for being better at something--if anything it pushes them more. Jamil is also someone who i think gets Floyd and his moods a little--he adapts to them and their sudden nature, and has learned to navigate them in a way that he can meet Floyd where he's at--he doesn't see Floyd as someone who needs to be controlled. Floyd is Floyd, free in the truest sense of the word, and to Jamil, it's beautiful.

28. Are they jealous/possessive of each other?

just going to come out and say it: i was mono's🧣anon, and i wrote a little drabble about the ghost bride event, in which jamil was also sent to woo Eliza, but failed due to Floyd's jealousy.

so yeah, i'd say floyd is--he's jealous and possessive. in a clingy way, if that's the right word?

there's this one animatic on yt based off this one jjk scene. (link to the animatic here) and in a flojami world, with a similar scene playing out, had floyd been there, and jamil hadn't clocked him and explained that it's just her asking for directions, the poor girl would have been squeezed. floyd's teeth may have already been clamped around her arm. but if jamil does manage to say, "shes asking for directions", floyd would have merely hung off jamil'd shoulders, resting his chin on jamil's head, as he stares down the lady.

30. Do they enjoy dancing?

oh you KNOW these boys enjoy dancing!! jamil, as we all know, loves to dance, and is in fact very passionate about it. if you havent read jamil's R gym clothes vignette i suggest you do, because oh my god, its so good for flojami enjoyers. jamil is so passionate about dancing but he tries to downplays the fact that he is--its almost like he tries to hide any facet of his personality that isnt attached to the image of kalim's retainer.

floyd finds breakdancing to be very cool, and attempts a certain move during basketball practice, and jamil, who was sent to try to get floyd back on task, actually gets sucked in and starts showing floyd more moves on the side. i think this is a constant. i think floyd and jamil love dancing and especially find joy in dancing with each other. floyd can coax jamil into showing off his moves and throws himself into learning them as well, in an effort to surpass or keep up with jamil--which is also all in attempt to impress him. at least, thats my hc for these boys lol.

[kikis-writing-world]

Espresso

Or: She needed to come back down to earth

Chrissy Cunningham has tickets to see her favorite pop star perform. It's a concert she'll never, ever forget.

Past Eddie/Chrissy, current female Pop Star!Reader/Rockstar!Eddie

*In the 3rd person, can also be read as an OC

Word Count: 3k

Rating/Warnings: Reader is female presenting and performed Espresso originally by Sabrina Carpenter, and I describe her as moving and posing, but possibly with the aid of dansers? - blank slate otherwise. No Upside Down. Could be read either canon!AU (mid 90s or so as they're adults now) or modern!AU. If I missed anything AU wise or blankslate!reader wise, please let me know kindly <3 I'm only human.

This work is rated PG but this blog is always 18+

A/N: The song got me, what can I say? Somewhere in my head Espresso mixed with Sk8er Boy by Avril Lavigne and here's what you get. A little fic to whet your appetite. Not edited, not betaed, written in about 1.5 hours while also at work- but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

divider by @saradika-graphics

“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

Chrissy giggled as she sang along to the track floating from the state of the art boombox on her dresser. Her best friends, Cindy and Linda, danced around the bedroom with her, feeling like teens again as they got ready for the concert that evening.

“I can’t get enough of this song,” Linda gushed as she leaned close to the mirror above Chrissy’s vanity. She stopped singing along with the other girls long enough to apply her shiny lip gloss to perfection.

“She’s the best.” Chrissy agreed, turning the volume up even farther, hitting the threshold as the boombox reached max volume.

“Can I borrow this?” Cindy asked, picking up one of Chrissy’s eyeshadow palettes.

“Of course,” Chrissy agreed without thought, only to pause. “Wait- as long as you use that pink,” Chrissy amended, pointing to the neon hue. “Because it’s perfect with your outfit.”

The girls all laughed as they agreed on it being the perfect shade.

“How did you even get these tickets, it’s been sold out for months?” Linda asked, turning away from the mirror, bopping in place to the music.

“Daddy has a client whose son’s fiance got mono on her bachelorette vacation, so they canceled the wedding. They sold her tickets to afford the cancellation fees.” Chrissy explained as she compared two necklaces against her outfit. The girls cringed in sympathy, but the mood was quickly uplifted as they all tuned back into the music, forgetting the unknown couple’s problems. The tornado of excitement and glitter moved through the room until suddenly the girls all stopped what they were doing to sing along in tandem.

“I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

The three faced each other as they sang, sharing the moment as they each performed their hearts out as if they were the one performing on stage tonight. The three danced, twirling their hips and waving their arms the way they did as teens, trying to get all the boys’ attention. Not the three grown adults they were, with homes, partners and responsibilities. It was freeing to feel so young again.

“My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen-

The three all shrieked with laughter as they reached the end of the verse, laughing at each other’s lewd dance moves in camaraderie.

“Oh shit, is that the time?!” Cindy gasped, cutting off the raucous laughter. The other two girls turned to the clock Cindy was staring at, noticing time did indeed fly when you were having this much fun. If they didn’t finish getting ready soon, they would be late and then have a hard time finding a good spot to watch the show from.

“Shit!” Chrissy cursed, barely audible over the blasting music. She jogged over to the boombox, turning it down a few notches to a more reasonable volume.

All three women snapped back to task, perfecting their make-up and concert looks. It wasn’t long before they were running out the door and into Chrissy’s powder blue Beamer. Chrissy hadn’t even backed out of the driveway before Linda had the car stereo blasting the album, right where they had left off in the house. The three women sped down the highway, singing along to the tracks they would soon be hearing live.

Chrissy was sure her perfectly coiffed hair was falling and frizzing up, her carefully applied make-up turned into colourful smudges across her cheeks, the boots styled to match her outfit splattered with dirt and mud - but she couldn’t care less. She was having the time of her life at the concert. The singing was amazing, even better than the album. The dancing, the choreography - the hunky dancers. She was having the best time, dancing and singing along with Cindy and Linda.

“This is AMAZING!” Linda shrieked as the song ended. Chrissy clapped and cheered while Cindy jumped up and down.

“Alright, alright,” the woman on stage spoke, waving off everyone still cheering after the last number she performed. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath from the singing and dancing, skin glistening with sweat under the stage lights. Her hair hadn’t fallen and her make-up hadn’t budged. Chrissy watched her in awe, quieting her own thrilled cheers to hear what her favorite artist had to say next.

“Oh my god, Indiana, you guys are crazy!” She laughed, waiting for the crowd to die down. Unfortunately, the comment made them cheer in agreement. Chrissy and her friends jumped up and down, cheering along.

The performer on stage dropped the microphone to her side as she laughed again at the crowd’s reaction. She looked off stage and made a little shrugging motion, a smile on her face all the while. Chrissy couldn’t see who she was looking at from her angle - someone on her team, her manager, someone running the equipment; she wasn’t sure. She kept looking between the crowd and the wing of the stage until they quieted enough for her to speak once more.

“See I have a friend,” the singer started, roaming the stage with ease. Her presence filled the large space as the crowd - Chrissy, Linda and Cindy included - took in each word with bated breath. A field full of fans waiting to see what she would say or do next. “A very good friend, you might say.” The singer admitted with a sly smirk.

The crowd exploded - some cheers, some boos of disappointed fans.

“Did you know she was seeing anybody?!” Linda gasped.

“I hadn’t seen anything in The Enquirer!” Cindy shook her head, flailing her hands as if trying to fan herself. “Oh my god, who do you think it is?”

“It could be anyone,” Linda started, only to be interrupted by Chrissy.

“Maybe Leo!” She laughed, joking while all the while loving the idea that her favorite pop star might be dating her favorite hunk of an actor. Linda and Cindy agreed by way of shrieking and jumping with excitement. Chrissy joined in immediately.

“See, my very special friend is from right here in Indiana!” the star continued over the mic, halting the girls’ theorizing. They quieted down, Linda blindly grabbing for Chrissy and Cindy’s hands as she never took her eyes off the stage. No one wanted to miss a hint on who the mystery “friend” was. “He told me that you guys… Well, he doesn’t seem to like his home state very much.” The star fake pouted as the rapt audience booed. She looked off stage, pointing her exaggerated pout that way. 

“Oh my god, is he here? Who is it?” Cindy nearly fell over, trying to lean over far enough to see backstage.

“I can’t see from here!” Chrissy huffed, craning her neck to get a better look. It was no use, they were too far to the same side to see into the wings.

“I know! What a meanie!” The singer laughed joyfully into the microphone. “I tell him he’s a big meanie all the time, but he doesn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

A dull laugh rolled through the crowd and the performer gave it a moment to breathe before continuing with her story. “I think you were all a bit mean to him too once, but maybe one day you’ll forgive each other.” She tutted. The crowd cheered their agreement - anything to make their idol happy. The reaction made the singer beam brightly, glancing over her shoulder yet again.

“This next song… I wrote it for him, and-”

The crowd cheered and awed, interrupting her briefly. She shot a wink offstage before rolling through the crowd’s roar.

“I wrote this for him, and right here in front of everyone he says he hates, I’m dedicating it to him! Let’s show him some love!” She yelled over the mic, the crowd growing louder as it fed off her excitement.

There was a short beat of silence before the opening notes to Espresso started, making the crowd go wild once more as the smash hit song started.

Chrissy, Cindy and Linda all screamed along with the crowd, jumping with excitement despite their sore, aching feet after dancing all night. Chrissy pulled her camera out of her fanny pack, snapping pics as the song started. The singer smiled and danced to the opening notes, waiting for her cue to start singing. The dancers around her grooved along with her, waiting for the choreography to start.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

The trio of women sang along at the top of their lungs, as loud as their already sore throats would allow. Chrissy couldn’t be bothered to care that she likely wouldn’t have a voice tomorrow, it was worth it to sing along.

"Too bad your ex don't do it for ya Walked in and dream came trued it for ya Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya I know I Mountain Dew it for ya That morning coffee, brewed it for ya One touch and I brand newed it for ya

The singer and her group of dancers made their way towards their side of the stage, the crowd around them cheering for her as she approached. The three girls got their cameras ready as they snapped pictures of their favorite singer performing their favorite song just a dozen feet away from them. The male dancers fawned over her as the female dancers backed her up, dancing with her.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

The singer moved back across the stage, doing her best to perform to all sides, giving each fan in the crowd a chance to see her and her dancers. She had been doing it the whole show, but the crowd predictably was even more lively for her big, hit single.

All too soon, the song ended with everyone on stage hitting a final pose. The singer was center stage, looking upwards towards the stage lights as the dancers posed around her. Cameras flashed through the people as everyone took their chance to get a decent shot as everyone stood still aside from their heaving chests as they caught their breath.

Chrissy, Linda and Cindy followed suit, cheering and taking pictures between their jumping and flailing. Chrissy was lifting her camera for her fourth or fifth photo of the pose - she lost count - when Linda grabbed her arm and her attention.

“Look!!!” Linda screamed as others in the crowd started reacting too. A tall, lanky figure had emerged from the wing, sauntering proudly towards the singer at center stage. He wore dark coloured jeans and a black t-shirt. His face wasn’t visible past the mop of inky curls when they first caught sight of him, but Chrissy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at the silhouette. It was too familiar, a memory of her past, but surely it wasn’t-

More people from the crowd started screaming as the man crossed the stage. The singer finally dropped the pose, lowering her eyes to look at the crowd. She was smiling, face flushed from performing, but she soon noticed the crowd looking to the side.

Chrissy heard a man behind her, arguing with his girlfriend, the conversation fading in and out of the ruckus around her. “... -ed Coffin… telling you that’s him… think I know what “Shredder” Ed-…”

The pop star on stage looked surprised to see the man at first, but by the time he pushed through the cluster of back-up dancers around her, she was smiling up at him. The smile was brighter than any she’d given the audience on stage that night, a smile that shone in her eyes in a totally different way than performing on stage made them shine. The pop star started to speak, the microphone still held to her side not picking up any of the words. She didn’t say much before the man interrupted her, cupping the back of her head and dipping down to kiss her.

The crowd cheered through the passionate kiss. The back-up dancers around her reacted with joy and surprise at the public display of affection, some gasping while others applauded or laughed. 

The man pulled the woman to him, holding her like he might be able to absorb her into himself in front of everyone. The singer didn’t fight, but she was obviously caught off guard at first. It barely took a moment for her to drop the microphone, a loud thunking noise booming from the speakers as it clattered to the stage. Her arms wrapped around the man, returning his embrace as she kissed him back. The sound of camera shutters nearly drowned out the voices of the crowd as everyone rushed to take pictures of the pop star and her apparent boyfriend - some to brag to their friends, some to try to sell as the first appearance of the world’s newest celebrity couple.

Chrissy stayed frozen, camera to her side as she watched who she was sure was her high school ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson, having a heavy makeout session on stage with her favorite pop star.

“Wait, is that…” Cindy asked, starting to also recognize the man who had yet to turn his face their way. Cindy looked at Chrissy, her frozen reaction being all the answer she needed. Cindy prodded Linda, trying to get her to smarten up to what was happening to their friend.

The couple on stage finally parted, catching their breath as they only had eyes for each other. The pop star looked up at her man like he was the only person in the whole state, let alone in a crowd of hundreds. The man’s hand, covered with large silver rings, cupped her cheek gently. From where she stood, Chrissy could see his thumb caress her cheek. Despite the warm summer day, Chrissy shivered as she felt a ghost of a touch, a memory, across her own cheek.

The man leaned in, speaking directly into the singer’s ear for a few seconds. She let go a second later as he released her, bending down to pick up the microphone that was left abandoned on the stage. The man turned towards the crowd, finally showing his face to the entire audience. Some cheered as they recognized the lead singer and guitarist for the heavy metal band, while others who didn’t listen to heavy music waited for a clue to who the man was.

“Is that Eddie?!” Linda gaped, looking up at the man who was once the boy dating her friend.

He was older now than he was then, obviously. His mop of curls were still present, if possible better cared for. He had inky tattoos up and down his visible arms and some high on his neck, coming out of the collar of his Metallica shirt. He’d grown a short goatee, but the dimple in his cheek was still visible as he addressed the crowd. He looked… Great was probably not a strong enough word for how good Eddie Munson looked.

“Your Ex? Like, Eddie Mu-oof” Linda continued until Cindy elbowed her harshly in the side. Linda finally noticed the pale, frozen expression on Chrissy’s face. “Oh.” She mumbled lamely.

“Who's a freak now, Indiana?” Eddie growled into the microphone, his voice raspier than Chrissy remembered it- age, constant performing and steady smoking had settled into his vocal chords in an appealing way. It reminded Chrissy how he used to sound after a show at The Hideout, voice rough from a night of screaming into the mic. 

Eddie tossed the microphone to a nearby dancer, not bothering to check if the unsuspecting man caught it (he did, barely) as he stuck his tongue out, devil horns atop his head. Just like that, Chrissy could see the boy underneath the age, tattoos and facial hair. The 18 year old who couldn’t promise her the world, but promised everything in his world, only for her to break his heart a year and some months later. Out of everyone there, Chrissy looked up and saw no one but Hawkins’ freak with a heart of gold Eddie Munson, but she realized Shredder Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin didn’t even know she was there. She hadn’t even realized he’d gotten signed, or the band was famous- when had that happened?

Eddie turned, planting another passionate, borderline messy kiss on the pop star's laughing lips. The crowd erupted in another set of cheers, harshly pulling Chrissy back to real life.

Eddie ended the kiss, resting his forehead against the singer’s. The two’s lips were moving through their wide smiles. Chrissy could only imagine the sweet nothings being exchanged. Once upon a time, in a different life, in a quiet trailer park, those sweet nothings had been reserved just for her.

Eddie patted the star on the ass before releasing her from his arms. She laughed as he jogged back to his spot in the wings, hand over her mouth like she couldn’t believe the kiss they’d just shared. Eddie didn’t bother to acknowledge the crowd as he left, no wave goodbye or lude gestures. Before he disappeared from view, he turned to blow a kiss in her direction.

Red faced but smiling gleefully, the starlet pretended to catch it, placing it on her cheek. She stared after him even once he was out of view, only remembering herself when the dancer handed her the microphone.

“Oh, um…” She stumbled her words into the mic, giggling bashfully. She lowered the mic and took a deep breath, physically shaking her limbs. “I was expecting that even less than the rest of you.” She joked once she brought the mic back up to her smudged lips. “Let’s, uh… Let’s move on with the show?” She laughed, unsure how else to move forward with the setlist. The crowd cheered their agreement as she nodded to all her dancers and musicians to get ready to start back up.

“Should we leave?” Cindy asked quietly. Linda stared at Chrissy, waiting for her response.

It was definitely a concert she’d never, ever forget.

[purgemarchlockdown]

Kotoko Interrogation Question Translated by @/Milgram_en on Twitter!

T2Q1: What is your ideal image of a hero?

A: An ally of the weak. Someone who helps the weak and crushes the strong. EDIT: @doctorbunny has stated that:

interestingly, the word Kotoko uses for 'strong' in the second sentence is 強気 tsuyoki, which can mean strong but more like self-assured/cocksure/firm, its antonym is 弱気 yowaki which is more like timid/weak-kneed/fainthearted than Just Weak (弱き者 yowakimono Weak person/people) Looking up example sentences 強気 is like proactive or strong willed the opposite of 弱き者 would be 強者 kyousha which is The Strong/strong people/The Powerful

SECOND EDIT: doctorbunny has also stated that:

Kotoko's full sentence is

Q. 理想のヒーロー像とは？ Risou no hiirou sou towa (What is your idea of an ideal hero?) A. 弱者の味方。Jakusha no mikata (An Ally of the weak/weak people) 弱きを助け強気を挫く者 yowaki wo tasuke tsuyouki wo kujiku mono (A person who helps the weak and [i will explain this more] )

Well 挫く can mean 'to crush' but its not like physically defeating someone its like crushing hope or dreams discouraging or dashing an emotion So it might be more like 'A person who aids the weak and discourages/dispells self-assuredness'

There's also an archaic form of 強気 meaning 'stubbornness' (normally you can ignore archaic definitions but Kotoko is weird and i remember advanced TLers having trouble with Task bc she uses quite Fancy language)

[purplemninja]

Did Six become a Nowhere Resident too in the end?

This is a combined revision of my post on the Tragic Story of Six and a depressing revelation on her ending.

Well, with the new LN lore that was given to us through The Sounds of Nightmares, I wanted to make a revision of these two things, as well as showing another similar interpretation of Six's ending using some lore from TSON on how the LN world works, as well as something that I believe I've missed previously.

Plus, while I vehemently don't believe the 'Six is the Lady/next Lady' theory, I believe that this theory on Six becoming a 'resident' works whether she is the Lady/next Lady or not.

I'm really, really putting my heart and soul into this theory.

~

Something that's been on my mind for quite a while is the possibility that by the end of LN1, Six too succumbed to the Nowhere's corruption and became another of the thousands of Residents of the Nowhere.

First, let's recap on how the Residents of the Nowhere function:

So the Residents are essentially like thralls or zombies to their 'base instinct' that also serves as their identity, following it with no goal, motivation, concerns for morality or question.

I made a post previously about the observations of the Residents showing little to no regard for their own survival when following their base instinct, as well as no goal or purpose in what they do for their base instincts. I'll link it instead to not make this post too long: https://www.tumblr.com/purplemninja/763255998237589504/my-understanding-of-the-nowheres-residents?source=share

And I previously theorised here that the Thin Man isn't searching for anything in particular, but rather that searching is his Residential base instinct/ID

With that said, we can all agree that Mono became a Resident at the end of LN2, the Thin Man, but what if Six did too by the end of LN1?

So it seems that the Nowhere's influence corrupts those in it and amplifies their worst flaws, turning them into Residents, but there is a protection against it:

Unfortunately it's unclear what a person's 'inner child' is in LN, and when I asked people what they believed it is, the responses were unfortunately mixed, so I'll have to speculate that it's the state that a person is in denial about how truly horrible the world of the Nowhere is, and this denial allows them to resist its corruption and still have their free will to not follow an unending pointless pattern for the rest of their existence. And we see this happen to Mono:

At the beginning, Mono wears a bag on his head to deny to himself that the Nowhere hates him and wants him to fail, allowing him to retain his inner child. His bio states that he is single-minded and rarely gives up completing a task that he sets himself on, basically stubbornness, which is what the Nowhere uses and amplifies as his 'worst flaw'.

After Six gets taken by the Thin Man and he's wounded and confronted by the Thin Man, Mono mostly (but not entirely yet) stops denying that the world hates him and wants him to fail, shedding his bag, his innocence and most of his inner child with it, allowing him to gain the confidence to use his powers on the Thin Man and win. Perhaps him getting closer to fully becoming a resident is what gives him this sudden increase in power.

The reason why his inner child isn't gone fully yet is because of Six, as far as he knows, Six doesn't hate him or want to see him fail, and that is the last bit of resistance he has. That is until Six drops him (here I give my best explanation on why she did it).

With the act of Six dropping him, Mono is left to believe that actually yes, even Six hates him and wants him to fail as well, which was his breaking point (though it's unclear if Six really truly did hate him and want him to fail, I'm just saying that Mono likely thinks so after Six drops him). And with this realisation, Mono's inner child, therefore resistance to the Nowhere's corruption, is finally gone, allowing him to become the Thin Man and another Resident of the Nowhere, searching endlessly and pointlessly as his base instinct.

The world's hatred for him was the build-up, and Six seeming to be no different was the finishing blow.

^ Who knows? And his single-mindedness making him continue doing the same thing over, and over, and over without trying another way or without giving up.

Now finally onto the part where I discuss that Six met a similar fate at the end of LN1.

So a Resident is someone who does a particular action over and over and over again with no goal, motive, concern for morality and sometimes no concern for their own survival either, like zombies. And their worst flaw becomes a feature of how they behave, such as Mono's stubbornness leading to him not trying to do something different when he (as Thin Man) goes back to the past. But a person's 'inner child' is the only thing that's stopping them from becoming that way.

So what would be the base instinct that Six would follow with no goal, motive, morality or questions? Survival itself.

Think about it, the Nowhere is a horrible place to live in, death awaits around every corner, kindness never goes unpunished and morals are non-existent. So why on earth would Six try so hard to stay alive in a place like this? Because she no longer has a choice.

Throughout the series, we see Six behave like a child at times, like kicking a ball in the school yard, drawing on the ground with her finger when idle (in LN2), playing with a music box, and hugging Nomes. Six's 'worst flaw' would no doubt be her selfish tendencies. Her inner child is still intact, but like Mono, her breaking was also a gradual process, though longer and smoother than his.

The Six that comes out of the tower is not the same Six that went in, she used to love playing music boxes, interacting with toys around her, and other kinds of childish behaviour. But in LN1, Six no longer cares about music boxes or toys, and none of her idle animations are something childish, all of those aspects of her inner child are gone. And she doesn't really do anything nice for others anymore. In VLN, she tried to save RCG despite being left behind by her a couple of minutes beforehand, in LN2, she sticks her own neck out for Mono several times (as does he for her), but in LN1, Six doesn't do anything nice for other people anymore, such as using a kid's cage to reach a lever with no regard to any of the kids in the cages (not that she can help them anyway).

However, her inner child is still clinging on, as she hugs Nomes like a child would.

But as we know, this doesn't last long. Her strange hunger forces her to choose between eating a sausage that she knows is made of human flesh, the Nome that is just a critter as far as she knows, or neither and starve to death.

A lose-lose-lose situation that damages her inner child even further, but it's still hanging on by a thread, as she believes that she at least was able to avoid cannibalism (though those who finished the DLC know otherwise, but Six doesn't). But as we already know, this also doesn't last long, as she's soon after forced to choose between knowingly committing cannibalism by eating the Lady or not and starving to death (or give the Lady a chance to regain her strength and kill her, but with Six now at a disadvantage with being incapacitated by her hunger bouts, and the only mirror she could use now broken).

And with this act, Six realises that there's no point to trying to deny that she can remain innocent, as time and time again, the world will find a way to make her do things she doesn't want to, finally breaking her inner child and making her susceptible to the Nowhere's corruption as well. Turning her into a thrall or zombie to the instinct to survive. Surviving no matter what immoral things she may have to commit in the process, surviving despite how awful the world is, surviving with no end goal. Completing her transition into a Resident.

And she also has the powers of the Lady to help her do it, allowing her to kill a hallway full of Guests by simply walking by without lifting a finger, perhaps the world's gift to help her follow her new base instinct to survive, which is now also her identity.

Previously I theorised that Six was stranded out at sea at the end, making all the sacrifices that were made, her struggles and suffering, and the abuse she had to endure from the world all be for nothing in the end. Which Skrappo made a more in-depth post on here.

And this may still be the case for Six's ending, but now I propose, what if it doesn't matter either way? Even if she's not restricted to the Maw, she's still trapped in some way, as David Mervik hinted here:

What if rather Six is trapped in the Nowhere entirely instead of strictly the Maw? Or what if her prison is not a physical one, but a psychological one - being a Resident. With this, I believe I really understand now what he meant when he said this.

Maybe her killing the Guests in that hallway is a victory in her eyes because it allows her to continue following her instinct and identity - survival. And we thought that Six won in the end too at first, but with this revelation, she actually didn't, but she's now too mentally warped to be able to see that.

And while I don't believe that Six is the Lady or the next Lady, this can still work for those interpretations too. After all, arguing in favour of the theory that Six becomes either the Lady or the next Lady, she didn't want to knowingly eat human flesh, which is why she ate the Nome instead of sausage, but she soon had no choice when eating the Lady, knowingly committing cannibalism. And being a resident makes her no longer have any regard for morality and amplified her selfish tendencies so that she thinks only about herself. So now that morals don't mean anything to her anymore, would she still be against a ship that kills, cooks and serves human flesh? And since survival is the base instinct she follows as a resident no matter what, wouldn't being the leader of said ship help her tremendously in her desire to survive? Again, unless the games or devs confirm it with 100% certainty, I don't believe that Six is the Lady or the next Lady, but this is how the 'Resident Six' theory can work with those theories.

And so with that, Mono and Six's endings truly aren't that different, both of them were tormented and abused by the world, making them slowly break and accept how horrible it really is and become just another couple of Residents to contribute to it - Mono (now Thin Man) obviously defeated and now endlessly searching for nothing in particular, fuelled by his amplified stubbornness to complete his task - and Six believing herself victorious in the end and now surviving with no goal or motive, fed by her amplified selfish tendencies that no longer allow her to think of others at all. Both following a base instinct which also serves as their identities, with no goal, motives, concern for morality or questions, with their worst flaws contributing to it. And both of them now trapped in one way or another.

Both have differences between them, but are also ultimately the same. Their stories are not of betrayal, but tragedy. I myself did say that Six became just another part of the Nowhere like many many other children did, as an empty, broken husk that can only think of survival and nothing else (though I didn't say that part then) in my post on her tragic story, but I didn't truly understand the severity of it until I came up with this theory.

Will we see any reference to them in LN3? We'll have to wait and see, but ultimately, both of their tragic stories come to a tragic close.

The end.

And here's the music I find the most fitting for this (arguably more depressing) revelation of Six's ending:

[cryingpariah]

Hey can I borrow a cup of sugar? (Sugar in this context being some OC info).

Mainly I want to know how I would write Jackie’s personality.

What would and wouldn’t she do when faced with the task of interviewing some incredibly great thieves? (I’m thinking of having her meet MY guys and I want her to be as close to your work as possible, if that’s ok with you?)

So mainly I want you to tell me how she would interact with known pirates (who aren’t TOO trigger happy but still defensive, but overall pretty greedy).

Rein: Can’t wait to meet her

Sol: She seems Fun

Mono: New Friend? Possibly…maybe?

Jolene: Rayhahaha!!! WEJ Youngling with pink hair and pronouns…just kidding. *She takes a swig of rum*

Firstly, it is always ok (and very flattering!!) that you wanna write about Jackie! More than happy to provide you with that cup of sugar!

Honestly Jackie has definitely has the Sneak-Wave pirates on her radar for bit (one does not just steal a submarine AND take a devil fruit from the hands of Marines without being noticed after all) and is ecstatic to put some bright new faces on the paper!

Personality wise, she’s kinda of the living embodiment of ‘you catch more flies with honey than vinegar’. She’s very sweet to clients (who don’t suck) and makes an effort not just to be a perfect stranger but a friend! After all, you would be way more willing spill juicy info to friends wouldn’t you?

And who wouldn’t want her as a friend! She’s very efficient, can get you practically anything you want with both her delivery skills and underworld status, funny and witty, and carries the aura of cool and collected at all times! A relationship with her is give and take and she's willing to give and give cause just being in close proximity is plenty of take for her.

Sure underneath that is the working mind and prowess of a 1920s detective on the beat with modern day stalker skills and she could definitely just guess what to print without the interview but technically all she has is speculation and she would NEVER print anything less than a fact! (regardless of how right she usually is).

For example she’d notice right away Sol is under the effect of a SMILE but won’t say anything and won’t be off put by it. She'd also notice that Rein and Mono have no clue and will gracefully avoid that topic completely and would omit from the interview of her own accord.

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 398 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 弟子にして下さい でしにしてください deshi ni shite kudasai Please make me your disciple.

tagline 1 No.398　八木俊典：ライジングオリジン　　堀越耕平 ナンバー398　やぎとしのり：ライジングオリジン　　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 398 Yagi Toshinori: RAIJINGU ORIJIN   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 398 Toshinori Yagi: Rising Origin  Kouhei Horikoshi

tagline 2 飛来するのは⁉︎ ひらいするのは⁉︎ hirai suru no wa!? As for the one flying!?

sound effect キュウ KYUU [grip]

1 超酸注入 ちょうさんちゅうにゅう chousan chuunyuu Super Acid Injection

2 "ピンキー"‼︎ "PINKII"!! "'Pinky"!!

3 巻き戻ったそばから まきもどったそばから makimodotta soba kara "Right after you rewound"

4 腐食し続けちゃうなあ⁉︎ ふしょくしつづけちゃうなあ⁉︎ fushoku shi tsudzukechau naa!? "you're continuing to corrode, see!?"

5 オオルマイト OORU MAITO "ALL MIGHT" (Note: This line is written with nigori on each kana for extra emphasis.)

6 "生ゴミ"じゃなかったっけ!!? "なまゴミ"じゃなかったっけ!!? "nama GOMI" ja nakatta kke!!? "Didn't you say I was 'Raw Garbage'!!?"

1 手伝わせて下さい てつだわせてください tetudawasete kudasai "Please let me assist you."

2 バカ言え"個性"も無いんだろ？ バカいえ"こせい"もないんだろ？ BAKA ie "kosei" mo naindaro? "That's crazy talk, you don't have a quirk, right?"

3 ついてくんな tsuite kunna "Don't follow me."

4 お願いします おねがいします onegai shimasu "Please [take me on]."

5 棒切れで半径３メートルを守りな ぼうきれではんけい３メートルをまもりな boukire de hankei 3 MEETORU wo mamori na "Aren't you protecting a 3-meter radius with a stick?"

6 家族は昔殺されました かぞくはむかしころされました kazoku wa mukashi korosaremashita "My family was killed long ago."

7 私もだ わたしもだ watashi mo da "So was mine."

8 他人の復讐につき合う程暇じゃない たにんのふくしゅうにつきあうほどひまじゃない tanin no fukushuu ni tsukiau hodo hima ja nai "I don't have time to get involved with other people's revenge."

9 …許せないんです …ゆるせないんです ...yurusenaindesu "...I can't stand it."

10 奪った者が得をする世の中が… うばったものがとくをするよのなかが… ubatta mono ga toku wo suru yo no naka ga... "A world where those who steal profit..."

11 奪われた人の悲しみが憎悪に変換される…この螺旋が… うばわれたひとのかなしみがぞうおにへんかんされる…このらせんが… ubawareta hito no kanashimi ga zouo ni henkan sareru...kono rasen ga... "and the sadness of those who are robbed is transformed into hatred...this spiral..."

12 ーーで？それをどうー…… --de? sore wo dou-...... "--So? What will you do about-......"

1 皆が笑って暮らせる世の中にしたいです みんながわらってくらせるよのなかにしたいです minna ga waratte kuraseru yo no naka ni shitai desu "I want to make a world where everyone can smile and get along."

2 その為には象徴が必要です そのためにはしょうちょうがひつようです sono tame ni wa shouchou ga hitsuyou desu "For that, a symbol is necessary."

3 …何の …なんの ...nan no "...What kind?"

4 平和の へいわの heiwa no "Of peace."

5 どれだけ建物を生やして どれだけたてものをはやして dore dake tatemono wo hayashite "No matter how many buildings are rebuilt

6 復興したように見えたとしても ふっこうしたようにみえたとしても fukkou shita you ni mieta to shitemo "and things seem to recover,"

7 人は依然怯えて暮らしています ひとはいぜんおびえてくらしています hito wa izen obiete kurashite imasu "people still go on living in fear."

8 心は闇に覆われたままです こころはやみにおおわれたままです kokoro wa yami ni oowareta mama desu "Their hearts remain shrouded in darkness."

1 …力を…ひけらかせと？ …ちからを…ひけらかせと？ ...chikara wo...hikerakase to? "...You're saying you'll put on a display...of power?"

2 皆半径３メートルで手一杯です みんなはんけい３メートルでていっぱいです minna hankei 3 MEETORU de te ippai desu "Everyone has their hands full with their own 3-meter radius each."

3 だから私がやるんです だからわたしがやるんです dakara watashi ga yarundesu "That's why I will do this."

4 "無個性"には "むこせい"には "mukosei" ni wa "Because the quirkless"

5 役割がないから やくわりがないから yakuwari ga nai kara "have no assignments." (Note: This word "assignment" means also "role, part, duties, etc." Yagi is basically saying that the quirkless have no assigned role in this world, which leaves him free to take on this task.)

sign 田等院駅 たとういんえき Tatouin eki Tatooine Station

1 AFO雄英に更に接近‼︎ オール・フォー・ワンゆうえいにさらにせっきん‼︎ OORU FOO WAN yuuei ni sara ni sekkin!! "All For One is getting closer to UA!!"

2 ただ軌道がズレてる‼︎ ただきどうがズレてる‼︎ tada kidou ga ZUREteru!! "It's just that his trajectory is off!!"

3 オールマイトを追ってます‼︎ オールマイトをおってます‼︎ OORU MAITO wo ottemasu!! "He's chasing All Might!!"

1 肋骨骨折 ろっこつこっせつ rokkotsu kossetsu "Rib fracture."

2 全身打撲 ぜんしんだぼく zenshin daboku "Entire body hit."

3 呼吸器ニ異常アリ こきゅうきニいじょうアリ kokyuuki NI ijou ARI "Anomaly in respiration."

4 私もかつて同じ"若さ"を持っていた おまえもかつておなじ"わかさ"をもっていた omae (read as: watashi) mo katsute onaji "wakasa" wo motte ita You (read as: I) once had that same youth. (Note: All Might is saying this to himself, hence he's calling himself "you.")

5 オールマイトという人間が オールマイトというにんげんが OORU MAITO to iu ningen ga The person called All Might

6 そのようにしか生きられぬのだ そのようにしかいきられぬのだ sono you ni shika ikirarenu no da could not live [his life] any other way.

1 また少し幼くなったか…？ またすこしおさなくなったか…？ mata sukoshi osanaku natta ka...? Did he get a little younger again...?

2 自覚はしているのだろうか じかくはしているのだろうか jikaku wa shite iru no darou ka I wonder, is he aware of that?

3 探りを入れて我に返られるのも嫌だな… さぐりをいれてわれにかえられるのもいやだな… saguri wo irete ware ni kaerareru no mo iya da na... The injecting of the probe and returning it to me sure is unpleasant for him...

4 体内にぶち込まれた"超酸"を体外に出す為自損する程の負荷で"個性"を使った…とするとダメージによって加速度的に巻き戻しが進行する…？ たいないにぶちこまれた"ピンキー"をたいがいにだすためじそんするほどのふかで"こせい"をつかった…とするとダメージによってかそくどてきにまきもどしがしんこうする…？ tainai ni buchikomareta "PINKII (read as: chousan)" wo taigai ni dasu tame jison suru hodo no fuka de "kosei" wo tsukatta...to suru to DAMEEJI ni yotte kasokudoteki ni makimodoshi ga shinkou suru...? In order to take out the super acid that was driven inside his body, he used quirks with the burden of self-damage... If he does that, does the rewind progression accelerate due to the damage...?

5 ハハッ HAHA "Haha"

1 "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA"

2 間断なく持って来いエルクレス‼︎ かんだんなくもってこいエルクレス‼︎ kandan naku motte koi ERUKURESU!! "No pausing, bring it here, Hercules!!"

1-2 人の役に立てて嬉しい ひとのやくにたててうれしい hito no yaku ni tatete ureshii I am happy to be of help to people.

3 がんばれっ‼︎ ganbare!! Go for it!!

4 がんばろうっ!!! ganbarou!!! Let's do our best!!!

1 なあ⁉︎ naa!? Right!?

2 スラスター"ウラビティ" SURASUTAA "URABITI" "Thruster 'Uravity',"

3 "インゲニウム" "INGENIUMU" "'Ingenium',"

4 出力全開‼︎ しゅつりょくぜんかい‼︎ shutsuryoku zenkai!! "Power output at full throttle!!"

5 勝とうぜ！ かとうぜ！ katou ze! Let's win!

6 ーーーーーー… ------...

7 ーー戦ってる…！ ーーたたかってる…！ --tatakatteru...! --They're fighting...!

1 オールマイト‼︎ OORU MAITO!! All Might!!

1 緑谷少年‼︎ みどりやしょうねん‼︎ Midoriya-shounen!! Young Midoriya!!

tagline オールマイトの奮戦…デクに届くーー‼︎ オールマイトのふんせん…デクにとどくーー‼︎ OORU MAITO no funsen...DEKU ni todoku--!! All Might's struggle...reaches Deku--!!