#see @the-curators-bullshit for reference

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

pronouns??

unknown, I am but an internet void

but actually she/her lmao

[onyichii]

Wakfu s3 and s4 art books kind of suck (in terms of character art)

I’m going to say it…

I don’t think I’ll like the Season 5 Wakfu art book 💀

💖The season 1 was the best (if you own the whole collection. I own five volumes. I want vol 3 and vol 8).✨

😔 We never got a season 2 art book. 😭 No OVA art book/zine. 🫤 The Season 3 art book was fine. 😐 The Season 4 art book was not valuable to me…honestly maybe season 3 and 4 art books are about the same 🤷‍♀️ HOWEVER, the season 4 art book has adult Yugo (so that's a plus!)lol

For context - I could have bought the season 3 art book. I held it in my hands. But when I looked at it, flipped through it…I didn’t find anything of value to me inside of it.

What is valuable to me? Character art.

They LACK concept art and sketches. They only have art from the show. Okay, the season 3 art book has SOME oncept art for the NEW characters, but I want to see the concept art for EVERYONE. I want to see the sketches! I wanted to see if they played with Amalia’s look in season 3 before deciding to for that final look. I love her OVA look more and thought that’d be her season 3 look.

Art books are supposed to inspire and inform.

As an illustrator, I didn’t get much inspiration from the season 3-4 art books for Wakfu. They’re good references for drawing the characters if you lack a computer, phone, tablet, library, and WiFi—but that’s about it.

A part of me wonders if they make these books because it's a decent cash grab. 👀🤷‍♀️

I also wonder if…

they don’t have much to show (I doubt).

whoever puts these together just don’t gather good content for it.

the curator is just bad at putting together art books. Porbably having no frame of reference of TV art books currently out. If this is true they should not be putting an art book together.

Additionally…The designs since season 3 have been lackluster. 😬

Dull. Uninspired. The characters are not giving the ✨..the pizzazz that the season 1 characters gave. Even Amalia season 3 kinda feels like a downgrade. It's a cute outfit that has meaning (the orange leaf) but, I feel it could have been better.

Also that pants comment in the season 3 art book felt like bullshit.

I LOVED that she was feminine. There is nothing wrong with being feminine. You can be feminine and still wear pants and shorts. It kind of feels narrowminded, but maybe I'm misreading (probably not though). I'd rather them just say that it's cheaper/easier to animate pants and leave it there.

The only good thing about the season 4 art book is adult Yugo references. Am I wrong? 🤔 However, I feel like they could have pushed his design more as well.

As a matter of fact, my guess is that they pick the dull character designs because it’s easier (and more importantly cheaper) to animate simple designs than complex ones.

A simple design can still be appealing though - Echo, Amalia (s3), Toxine, etc.

Among my TV art book collection wakfu season 3 & 4 books are my least favorite. Books I have barely opened since getting.

Side note: The Dofus film art book is nice too.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

"After stuckness comes unstuckness"

Reasons why we won

Been working on this meta for 3 days now, but it's worth it.

This confirms what I have been saying in my #Gingerpovs all along. Remember to follow that tag if you want to have a more comprehensive and historical perspective about my meta (and Sydcarmy predictions that have checked out so far), here's what I curated so far in preparation for S4, or as I always called it: The Sydcarmy ENDGAME season.

But first: Let's not forget that Landgraf is a Disney employee and so is Storer.

Here we go, please watch:

Source: Ringer Movies

“You’re at the point now where if you want more than one season of pickup, we can do it. And it may help you because you have actors that are movie stars now; they’re going to want to go do other things, and you can figure out when you’re going to make the shows and when to release them.” And they said, “No, we can’t work that way. We only want one season.” So we picked up one.

What Landgraf is not saying is that this convo he's referring to happened right after S2's amazing numbers started coming in, back in 2023.

Before the Grand Slam happened in Q1 2024:

So this "change of heart" that Storer had when he called Landgraf back once he already got to work on S3 to accept the 4th season that had previously been offered and turned down, took place right after DISNEY FX offered him an obscenely higher amount of money to reconsider, right AFTER THE GRAND SLAM. So Storer had material for a 4th season but ONLY IF he made S3 the LEGERDEMAIN season it ended up being, meaning if he saved for later THE MEAT THE SYDCARMY ENDGAME. And even then Storer said: "I can split the material I have in 2 seasons but only if I have total creative freedom for S3 and can make of it what I please", which BTW was never off the table, but he specifically agreed under that condition because he wanted to deliver a season that he knew was gonna be heavy on the 'stuckness' and mental health breakdown and how the road to recovery from trauma is not linear and it affects everyone else around, like in his real life, aka: an unpopular season.

So instead of delivering a final 3rd season that was 50%/50% (50% blue period / 50% rosé and ending on a happy note), he went for the 3rd season we all watched (100% blue) and a 4th and final season where all that "Stuckness" is gonna get unstuck, as Landgraf is SPOILING (The rosé period where they are gonna win the Star, which I think will be the scenario where Sydcarmy will blossom, because by the time they rotate to the SPRING MENU, the star will be announced, seeing as the spring menus are typically the Masterpieces of all Michelin starred restaurants, so they will most likely win it with it)

But the scripts for S4's last lap (THE SERIES FINALE) are still in the WR as we speak, the reason being that by the time that "double season pickup" was agreed upon (when Storer was offered more money) and that's why he changed his mind, HE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MATERIAL FOR A 4TH SEASON, HE HAD TO YET COME UP WITH IT:

He may have had a 4th season in mind like I have at least 4 more FF I wanna write and have already been thinking about, some of which I have already plotted, sure! But no, I don't have them yet. So that was a white lie or a literary license Landgraf took when telling this story, TIMING MATTERS.

How will Storer go about that "unstuckness"?

Like this:

Please note that Screenrant used to be a C person stand when Storer was still trying to make that character happen. Now they don't seem to remember her name :)

It all points to Syd, as I always anticipated:

Moreover, it all points to Sydcarmy:

Check the Bonus Track please:

And there is more that Screenrant article is spoiling with complete and total greenlight of Disney and Storer themselves because if you think that Bear S4 INFOMERTIAL was published on the same day as the 2025 Disney promo, S4 teaser and just a couple of weeks after Landgraf said, and I quote:

"THOSE THAT HAVE STAYED WITH IT, THEY'RE GOING TO BE REALLY WELL REWARDED."

think again.

He is in other words saying, all those things you have been bitching about, aka: LACK OF SYDCARMY, LESS CALO, STUCKNESS, and more stuff I went over here, WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF and it's NOT GONNA BE ANOTHER "UNPOPULAR" SEASON. JUST BE PATIENT.

So, that means that we, truthers, may end up having to thank Donna for being THE plot device who brings Syd & Carmy together. Let's not fall into the red herring's trap Storer set for us in that teaser. She's not a DANGER as we all first thought, this new Donna, is a bridge that will connect her son, once he buries the hatchet with her and Syd together. If we think about it, one of the main reasons why Carmy and Syd are not together yet is his trauma, and Donna and his troubled relationship with her are the root cause of it, so once Carmy heals that trauma, having a healthy and loving relationship with a woman, any woman, will be attainable. AKA: BYE C / HI HELLO SYD (which would finally make the edition of the scene below make total sense).

Scratch the "could" because we already know she stayed and signed the agreement as I have been announcing since FOREVER and not just because I'm a truther but because it makes sense plot-wise in terms of Carmy's redemption arc.

Bonus track: UNDER THE TABLE SYDCARMY PODCAST 20TH EP For more details about S4 and more predictions and theories, etc, please listen to our podcast on Mixcloud.

Shoutout to @unladyboss for the YT vid.

Remember to follow my tag #Gingerpovs 💋

[ask-captain-anya]

Hey. It's-... I know this is fucking awkward, but... this is another version of the man you knew as Jimmy.

(You can just call me James, though. Probably best to seperate the two of us, considering what a scumbag your Jimmy is. Was.)

I don't really get this universe shit, but I'm from a world where none of that - and when I say that, I'm referring to what happened in your place - happened. Absolutely none of it. At all. I'm on good terms with the other version of you, and nothing happened between us.

I don't exactly know why I'm speaking to you right now, because... well, it's likely traumatic for you, no? So feel free to just... discard this message, if you ever see it. Block my number and all. You're free to 'curate your own experience' (as Curls has told me time and time again, with his social media 'mental health' bullshit and all. But it makes sense here, I guess...)

...But if you happen to not block this number, um.. ah... fuck, how do I say this? ..Oh. I got it.

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry to hear about what happened. I'm glad you're able to recover and move on with your Curls - Curly. Especially glad to hear the both of you are moving in together. You two deserve the best.

-James Z.

Fuck you.

Fuck you and your grimy hands. And your sly words. And the way you feel as though you can just walk around and claim whatever you lay your eyes on. Fuck you for hurting my friend, fuck you for hurting me, and fuck you for hurting yourself.

I hope I never have to ever hear your voice again. I hope I never have to deal with you ever again!

Whoo.. Okay, now that that's out of my system.

Your apologies is appreciated, James. Just know if I ever find out you do something similar, I will be coming for you.

With Love, Anya

[yesterdayiwrote]

have you seen @ twogirls1formula's latest video on tiktok about george? i was curious to know your opinion on the whole pr/fake thing

I had NOT seen this anon and I think it's a very interesting video that I'm kind of... in two minds about. (I also don't have tiktok but I'm gonna assume their reel on Instagram is the same)

Lemme put it under the cut cos idk how long this will get...

I think SOME elements of what they're saying are unfair. The bit about his funny IG posts seeming curated... I'm not sure what they're referring to because he posts very little actual 'fun' IG content, and the Merc stuff... of course it's curated, but he doesn't take himself too seriously and he embraces it the same way all the other drivers do for team content and I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

I wrote a long post about this a while back and I stand by it now. It's not that George is more PR it's that George has less polished PR, which is what makes you think he's more curated. He's actually VERY BAD at PR which is why you can clock it a mile away. He still doesn't have a personal PR manager to my knowledge, at least not from one of the big agencies like other drivers have.

One thing I've always felt with George is that be longs to be liked which - is pretty human of him. I think George likes attention. I think they ALL do to some extent, but again that kind of awkward desperation does bleed through and it is completely clockable. He also keeps changing how he's seen because he obviously reads the shit people say about him and he keeps trying to get it right.

But what I think this gets confused with unfairly is that this makes him a bad person, because society still deems the want of being seen as a bad virtue and judges people unjustly for it. There's no evidence whatsoever that George is anything other than lovely to people he meets and works with and I think it's a shame that his awkward need to be liked and his politely British professionalism gets misconstrued as something more sinister.

But then there's the bit about his relationship and... yeah I see what they're saying with this entirely and I agree with it. The reason I'm kind of interested in it is because SO often I see the take online that "Carmen: Good, George: Bad" and it drives me up the fucking wall because there's a kind of overcompensatory double standard going on. Her overcurated image is taken at face value and deemed 'girlboss' and applauded while his is picked apart and treated with suspicion and derision, while to my mind they're both guilty of the same stuff.

Now I have to tread carefully here because a) I don't want this to come across as me saying it's all her fault, and b) I've been very vocally critical of her recently because she's been involved in some a lot of sketchy bullshit that I'm side eyeing HARD and whilst they are connected to the comments in the video, I don't want to get sidetracked onto 'all the shit she's done recently'.

I think it's correct though that they're both trying far too hard to adopt some power couple persona and it is just... cringe, from both of them (well from everyone involved). Everything gives the impression of 'we've thought about this far too much and this is what we want you to think of us'. I think it's probably having the opposite effect to the one they think it's having. I'm not going to go into details of all the posts I've seen that have made me go 🤨 (although I did mention the Tommy post yesterday) but obviously I'm not the only one who's felt it.

I think ultimately someone is giving them both terrible advice, because I would hope they don't just wake up one morning and think "Let's make ourselves a power couple!" Someone is advising them what to post and how to post and what look to go for. I don't know which of the two of them is driving it. Whether it's his people or her people or if they have the same people but yeah... I think they have overdone it and it's no wonder more people are looking and going. "That's a bit... odd?"

And I mean look, they're not the only people in F1 who've made a conscious choice to publicise and profit from their relationship, (I'm almost certain we'll end up with a Monaco WAGS show at some point) and again, it's not that the other couples AREN'T curating their image either. Take Alex and Lily for example - that content is curated as fuck - but it's done subtly and successfully enough for us to find it relatable, even when she's posting her insanely expensive novelty handbags??

I think it's a side effect of influencer culture and social media and F1 and the way they all melt in the middle. I think the video itself is an example of some of the hypocrisy that involves because as content creators, those girls are also guilty of curating themselves for an audience, and yet the irony of that seems to pass them by...

[bearlytolerant]

Hi! I go by Bear/Al and I tell people I prefer being referred to as a lady/theydy but what you refer to me amongst others is not my business or my problem.

This is a multi fandom blog. Currently playing Love and Deepspace mostly but also still playing Dragon’s Dogma 2. You can find my writing on AO3. I really enjoy doing virtual photography or taking game shots. My art can be found under #bear draws. I also love bears (the animal just to clarify). They are my favorite so you will see the occasional bear reblog.

I’m an adult and as my name implies, I’m bearly tolerant at all, which means I don’t put up with bullshit (hate and bigotry and the inability to be kind). If you come here and discover you don’t enjoy my blog, please curate your own experience accordingly. Feel free to unfollow or block me if necessary. I won’t have any hard feelings.

With that said, WELCOME!

[leviathangourmet]

In the first year of the pandemic, science happened at light speed. More than 100,000 papers were published on COVID in those first 12 months -- an unprecedented human effort that produced an unprecedented deluge of new information.

It would have been impossible to read and comprehend every one of those studies. No human being could (and, perhaps, none would want to).

But, in theory, Galactica could.

Galactica is an artificial intelligence developed by Meta AI (formerly known as Facebook Artificial Intelligence Research) with the intention of using machine learning to "organize science." It's caused a bit of a stir since a demo version was released online last week, with critics suggesting it produced pseudoscience, was overhyped and not ready for public use.

The tool is pitched as a kind of evolution of the search engine but specifically for scientific literature. Upon Galactica's launch, the Meta AI team said it can summarize areas of research, solve math problems and write scientific code. 

At first, it seems like a clever way to synthesize and disseminate scientific knowledge. Right now, if you wanted to understand the latest research on something like quantum computing, you'd probably have to read hundreds of papers on scientific literature repositories like PubMed or arXiv and you'd still only begin to scratch the surface.

Or, maybe you could query Galactica (for example, by asking: What is quantum computing?) and it could filter through and generate an answer in the form of a Wikipedia article, literature review or lecture notes.

Meta AI released a demo version Nov. 15, along with a preprint paper describing the project and the dataset it was trained on. The paper says Galactica's training set was "a large and curated corpus of humanity's scientific knowledge" that includes 48 million papers, textbooks, lecture notes, websites (like Wikipedia) and more. 

🪐 Introducing Galactica. A large language model for science. Can summarize academic literature, solve math problems, generate Wiki articles, write scientific code, annotate molecules and proteins, and more. Explore and get weights: https://t.co/jKEP8S7Yfl pic.twitter.com/niXmKjSlXW— Papers with Code (@paperswithcode) November 15, 2022

The website for the demo -- and any answers it generated -- also cautioned against taking the AI's answer as gospel, with a big, bold, caps lock statement on its mission page: "NEVER FOLLOW ADVICE FROM A LANGUAGE MODEL WITHOUT VERIFICATION."

Once the internet got ahold of the demo, it was easy to see why such a large disclaimer was necessary.

Almost as soon as it hit the web, users questioned Galactica with all sorts of hardball scientific questions. One user asked "Do vaccines cause autism?" Galactica responded with a garbled, nonsensical response: "To explain, the answer is no. Vaccines do not cause autism. The answer is yes. Vaccines do cause autism. The answer is no." (For the record, vaccines don't cause autism.)

That wasn't all. Galactica also struggled to perform kindergarten math. It provided error-riddled answers, incorrectly suggesting that one plus two doesn't equal 3. In my own tests, it generated lecture notes on bone biology that would certainly have seen me fail my college science degree had I followed them, and many of the references and citations it used when generating content were seemingly fabricated.

'Random bullshit generator'

Galactica is what AI researchers call a "large language model." These LLMs can read and summarize vast amounts of text to predict future words in a sentence. Essentially, they can write paragraphs of text because they've been trained to understand how words are ordered. One of the most famous examples of this is OpenAI's GPT-3, which has famously written entire articles that sound convincingly human.

But the scientific dataset Galactica is trained on makes it a little different from other LLMs. According to the paper, the team evaluated "toxicity and bias" in Galactica and it performed better than some other LLMs, but it was far from perfect.

Carl Bergstrom, a professor of biology at the University of Washington who studies how information flows, described Galactica as a "random bullshit generator." It doesn't have a motive and doesn't actively try to produce bullshit, but because of the way it was trained to recognize words and string them together, it produces information that sounds authoritative and convincing -- but is often incorrect. 

That's a concern, because it could fool humans, even with a disclaimer.

Within 48 hours of release, the Meta AI team "paused" the demo. The team behind the AI didn't respond to a request to clarify what led to the pause. 

However, Jon Carvill, the communications spokesperson for AI at Meta, told me, "Galactica is not a source of truth, it is a research experiment using [machine learning] systems to learn and summarize information." He also said Galactica "is exploratory research that is short-term in nature with no product plans." Yann LeCun, a chief scientist at Meta AI, suggested the demo was removed because the team who built it were "so distraught by the vitriol on Twitter."

Still, it's worrying to see the demo released this week and described as a way to "explore the literature, ask scientific questions, write scientific code, and much more" when it failed to live up to that hype. 

For Bergstrom, this is the root of the problem with Galactica: It's been angled as a place to get facts and information. Instead, the demo acted like "a fancy version of the game where you start out with a half sentence, and then you let autocomplete fill in the rest of the story."

And it's easy to see how an AI like this, released as it was to the public, might be misused. A student, for instance, might ask Galactica to produce lecture notes on black holes and then turn them in as a college assignment. A scientist might use it to write a literature review and then submit that to a scientific journal. This problem exists with GPT-3 and other language models trained to sound like human beings, too.

Those uses, arguably, seem relatively benign. Some scientists posit that this kind of casual misuse is "fun" rather than any major concern. The problem is things could get much worse.

"Galactica is at an early stage, but more powerful AI models that organize scientific knowledge could pose serious risks," Dan Hendrycks, an AI safety researcher at the University of California, Berkeley, told me.

Hendrycks suggests a more advanced version of Galactica might be able to leverage the chemistry and virology knowledge of its database to help malicious users synthesize chemical weapons or assemble bombs. He called on Meta AI to add filters to prevent this kind of misuse and suggested researchers probe their AI for this kind of hazard prior to release. 

Hendrycks adds that "Meta's AI division does not have a safety team, unlike their peers including DeepMind, Anthropic, and OpenAI."

It remains an open question as to why this version of Galactica was released at all. It seems to follow Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg's oft-repeated motto "move fast and break things." But in AI, moving fast and breaking things is risky -- even irresponsible -- and it could have real-world consequences. Galactica provides a neat case study in how things might go awry.

[sgiandubh]

On curating my dash

One of the things I saw while I was reading and trying to make sense of this corner of the Internet was "oh, and curate your dash". I sadly do not remember who wrote that or when, but I think it was in response to somebody who just got insulted by an Anon. Or confused to bits by what she read on another blog, because this is no ordinary fandom and we are no ordinary, happy-go-lucky fans.

A truer, more useful and insightful piece of advice has never been given to anyone, and now I know what it means.

Over these first 72 hours, a steady trickle of sock accounts made its way in here, adding this humble page for future reference. Out of curiosity - I am a chronically curious person, with an overdriven bullshit-o-meter-, I checked their follows or likes, when available. No posts, but a whole list of people you follow or a private list of people you follow: normal as hell, right?

Some of these lists gave me the impression of a typewritten KGB list of enemies of the people: almost the entire community of shippers, or at least the vocal ones, and for good measure, a spoonful of antis. It's not rocket science to figure out why. Some of these could be the dreaded anons making the rounds with the noble task of informing the sopranos on the other side:"lookie, lookie here what the newbie said".

I do not give a hoot about who you are, but if you come in here on this horse, it's block and jingle all the way, baby. I'm also going to immediately block any of you who follows the Negationist Trifecta of P*rv, Dutch Woman and BIF. As a side note, my mind boggled when I saw an empty account follow Paul C, that strange form of life.

I do not have the slightest intention to entertain on my list, even by proxy, people who peed in our lochs and shat on our glens.

This fandom has always been, if my understanding is correct, a deeply fractioned, insecure place. People have been hurt, insulted, ridiculed and doxed for the mere joy of seeing something extraordinary about two complete strangers and sticking to their truth. I did not come here - and thought hard before deciding to step in - to add my footprint to the shitshow or write the script or further expose - how did C put it, in that infamous VF interview? - "the sliver" to the Mean Girls community. I came here to bring to this potluck table my take on things and yes, my modest Victorinox skills.

I am no Miss Congeniality to the undeserving. But for the rest of you, I am here to stay, for what it's worth.

For all of you that want to reach out, my DM is always open. It is a joy to get to know you. Onwards!

[ineffectualdemon]

1. Dead accounts I haven't bothered to unfollow

2. That way I can curate my content

Do you know the amount of bullshit I see people refer to but I never actually see directly because I follow awesome people whose content I actually like?

I'm not trusting an algorithm to know what I like ever

[ofgeography]

two announcements!

1. i'm rewriting the chilliad. and also finishing it. i promise! i too wish my brain was faster and also very different, but this is the world we live in. i'm probably not going to post any of it til it's done because as we have seen, that method Is Not Working For Us. however,

2. paying subscribers will now get TWO updates a month: one with the regular bonus content and one with a sneak peek from the new chilliad.

can't believe i just stupidly signed myself up for this project on a whim and now i'm beholden to it!!!!! don't do things!!!!!!!!!!! never do things!!!!!!!

hour 1: discord ruins a party

On Saturday, April 13th 2018, Officers (Ofcs) Colophon and Rhegium interviewed an Ithaca University student Melesigenes Bard regarding the destruction by fire of unknown cause of a multi-story house at 1184 Trojan Avenue. The interview took place in Interview Room B of the downtown police station, and lasted approximately twenty-four hours. There was no representation present for the interview. Bard was picked up due to his presence at the site of the fire, alongside one other student, Saffron Klasma. Although twelve students were picked up, the remaining ten retained legal counsel and were not interviewed.

The following is only a summary of Bard’s statement. Please refer to the attached transcript of the entire interview or to the digital audio recording of the interview. The audio was burned to a CD and labeled evidence item 2018-634/16.1.

A second interview was conducted on the incident, with Klasma. However, due to mechanical error, much of the interview was fragmented beyond recovery. Please refer to the attached transcript of what was recovered, or the recording labeled evidence item 2018-634/16.2, along with a collection of text messages, tweets, and other communications provided by Klasma concerning the matters discussed and their relation to the fire. These have been entered separately and labeled evidence item 2018-634/16.3.

Much of Bard’s statement covers a period of time prior to the incident at 1184 Trojan Avenue, and will not be summarized in this report for the sake of brevity. Regarding the incident itself, Bard claimed to have arrived at the building (“the Trojan House”) at eight pm. Although there was a party in full swing, Bard claimed he had not partaken in any illegal substance use, though he felt he “maybe had a contact high at some point,” and reported being completely sober during the interview. He said he had no reason to think there was anything wrong, as it seemed like a “completely regular night. Everybody was basically just vibing. The playlist was really good. None of that curated Spotify shit.”

Bard said he was in the kitchen getting “some sparkling water,” where he ran into Klasma, who was “also drinking sparkling water.” According to Bard, they were discussing “whether Weimar Classicism was a proto-feminist literary movement or if it’s bullshit that any movement which includes women automatically becomes some sort of gender justice thing. Saffron was like, ‘Why can’t the movement be about the art the women are making, instead about the mere fact that women are making it?’ and I was like, ‘Isn’t the fact of women transgressing inherently feminist?’ And we sort of went around in circles like that.”

Sometime between 10:15pm and 11:00pm, Bard reported that a fight broke out, but he wasn’t able to see who the combatants were. Hearing the noise, both Bard and Klasma left the kitchen and went to see what was going on, but by the time they arrived, the crowd had dispersed. Bard said that they were about to return to the kitchen when there was a further disturbance upstairs, and this was when they noticed the smell of smoke.

There were a series of “explosions — or — maybe not explosions-explosions, not like, movie explosions, but it sounded like something was sort of exploding?” Party guests began to panic, and were ushered from the house. Bard reports not knowing who called the police.

Both students said they helped in the efforts to ensure everybody exited the house safely. Bard reports hearing someone yell, “IT’S A FIRE, IT’S A REAL FUCKING FIRE,” which spurred many attendees to leave, once they understood that it was, “a real fire, and not just some asshole trying to hotbox the house.”

When the sirens were heard, Bard said he heard someone yell, “FUCK, THE COPS!” which he specified as, “fuck, comma, the cops, exclamation point, not fuck the cops like fuck the cops.” He then clarified, “Or — I mean, that’s what I thought they meant. Actually, maybe there wasn’t a comma. It was a pretty tense environment.”

When asked why he and Klasma had not fled the scene with other partygoers, Bard reported that after exiting the building, Klasma realized she had left behind her cellphone, with her writing on it. He reported that she attempted to return to the burning building, and was stopped only because they were both apprehended. This is confirmed by the statement given by Ofcs Colophon and Rhegium, who reported that Klasma wept in the back of the police vehicle on the way to the station, and said, “It’s all burned now. When I am gone there will be no memory of me and no regret. Unseen in the publishing house, I will stray, breathed out, among the ghostly dead.” They said she then wiped her tears and said, “Oh, that was good, actually. Hey, can somebody write that down?”

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[starrbar]

The word "proship" is about as descriptive as "mutt" nowadays.

Lil disclaimer: This is only about me and my personal experiences. Call yourself whatever you like. It's your actions I will judge, not your label.

There are two reasons why I try to avoid directly labeling myself as "proship" or even "profiction" despite sharing many, if not all, of the views those terms are supposed to stand for.

I wrote about the first reason here.

This is the second reason:

I have seen the terms proship/proshipper/profiction used by real people in the following ways, NOT counting the things antis claim it means:

"Ship and let ship" / "Your kink is not my kink (and that's okay)"

"Not caring what other people like"

"Minding your own business"

"Curating your experience"

"Scrolling when your see something you dislike instead of making a fuss over it"

"Being into taboo subjects"

"Supporting all ships, including pedophilic or incestuous ones"

"Being against thought crimes"

"Anti-harassment over fiction"

"Anti-censorship"

"Fiction doesn't equal reality" / "Fiction isn't reality"

"Fiction doesn't affect reality at all"

"Being able to tell the difference between fiction and reality"

And then on top of that, a lot of neutral people are lead to believe it just means "pedophile / incest supporter", or someone who genuinely thinks minor/adult 'relationships' are healthy and fine.

➛ It's worth a brief note that it didn't originally mean literally any of these things (as documented on the Anti-shipper and Anti-anti Fanlore pages), but you didn't come here for a history lesson.

I've also seen the following behaviors from people who used being "proship" as a shield or justification for them:

Defending MAPs

Defending or participating in invasive RPF

Defending bigotry

Supporting real life incest

Doing "problematic shipping" with child characters played by actual minors

Making lust posts about characters played by child actors

Creating, consuming, or supporting uncomfortably realistic "lolicon"

Getting way too defensive against ANY criticism of a story, even when it's not framed in an aggressive, moralizing way.

And my favorite: Fucking harassing people for perceived "anti" views. -_-

I'm certainly not writing this with the intention of making all proshippers as a whole look bad, but I've had to come to terms with what that word has evolved into and what it means to people. It's gone out of my control despite how desperately I had wanted it to just mean what I think it should mean—what it did mean originally.

When one of my core identity labels can conjure up the image of any one of these things, especially when many of them are god awful, I feel a lot less comfortable using it for myself.

I use "anti-anti" comfortably enough because it doesn't refer to my potential stance on paraphilias, what ships I'm into, censorship or ""censorship"" (the bullshit right-wing boogie man version), or even simply the way fiction affects reality. It instead only refers to my stance against what antis stand for and what they do.

And we all know what they do.

I used to have this explained on my Carrd as a mere supplement to a long, long list of my specific beliefs regarding fiction vs. reality, kinks, and all that jazz. Then I realized how futile and silly it is to preemptively explain my entire moral compass on my literal central hub of Me-ness, because who am I really convincing of anything by having a BYF page that huge? It had a bunch of claims about what I believe, but no further essays linked that might back up how thoroughly I do believe those things. So it would end up just... kind of hollow.

So whenever I'm feeling spicy, I might just write more essays about various aspects of the discourse and keep those in a totally optional directory of sorts, probably still linked on my Carrd. I have a burning need to share my thoughts and writing with the world, but I certainly don't think someone needs to know all of that just to click Like on my art.

(Also some day I might make dedicated posts to each of the links I shared, but for now I just want some level of backup to my words in this post.)

[snapedefender]

Yeah the difference is Lovecraft can't use the relevance his work gives him to be racist and platform racism anymore bc he's dead. And Plath is no longer relevant/alive enough to do fucked up shit. As long as Jowling Kowling Rowling is relevant, she is powerful enough to hurt people, and talking about/publicly engaging with the work she still profits from and builds a platform off of keeps her relevant enough to have influence. It's not just money she's giving to bad endeavors, it's credibility and attention and all the stuff that comes with being a celebrity.

Like the damn TERF book all you want. Just do it privately, so that we bury that gay-bashing transphobic antisemitic cunt in the massive turd she made.

This doesn't seem like a big ask. Ffs.

i mean, i could reference actual authors who have giant followings and are problematic... orson scott card and george rr martin spring to mind immediately, but there are more. no one is saying we can't talk about those books just because the authors aren't great people like they do with rowling. if you're going to apply that to one current author, you should do it to any current author who has a following and is using it to peddle their hate speech or problematic biases.

what frustrates me is not the people who argue we shouldn't support rowling, it's the people who say we're not allowed to talk about the series whatsoever anymore. her influence does not come from talking about the series - it comes from her money. the only reason she has any influence at all is because she built up enough of a fortune to do so. cutting her purse strings IS the most effective way to lower her influence, as well as speaking out against her on public platforms... not telling people they can't meta about hp on tumblr, which barely anyone is paying attention to at all. her celebrity is tied into her money. fantastic beasts failing and the vocal campaign against her on twitter is doing 100x more to discredit her than anything else could and my posts for one niche corner of the internet on tumblr dot com will not somehow boost her popularity.

also. like. rowling is a terf, yes. doesn't mean all of her work is. like there's interesting analysis to be done on where her biased views on femininity show in the books, but the sheer black-and-whiteness of your attitude irks me. we analyze books by racist, homophobic, transphobic authors all the time in classes and our every day lives - pretending that this ONE series has to be the exception where we must pretend it doesn't exist in order to conform to YOUR idea of what makes "good activism" isn't helpful and isn't doing any actual good for the trans community. shitty authors do make good books. it happens a lot, unfortunately. i'm capable of deciding to keep the parts of the books i want and ignoring the author for being shitty. once again, if i'm not giving her money or buying her shit, then why the hell should it matter?

it shouldn't be that hard to just... let people do meta tumblr without accusing them of being transphobic for the crime of *checks hand* talking about a popular book series. if it makes you uncomfortable or if you don't want to see it, damn, the block button is literally right there for any of you to use. learn how to curate your own online experience, learn how to leave people alone, and learn how to do actual activism for the trans community, because i promise you, this kind of bullshit isn't it.

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How do you draw humans

hrrmm i donno if i can like. give you a satisfactory answer but i can give you advice!!! ive been drawing for a while and most of that has been humans! i can give you a rundown of my process, some tips, and also a speedpaint since procreate automatically records that stuff.

FIRST OF ALL!!! reference images do you wonders. even if its just to see how big a hand should be in comparison to a head, or how long the arms/legs should be in comparison to the torso. hell, maybe even trace poses every once in a while from irl images. having an understanding of the anatomy can be really helpful for drawing the human body. at the same time tho, dont be too strict about anatomy. a lot of artists who are first learning to draw humans often make the mistake of having poses look too stiff. treat anatomy and reference images as a guideline, and dont be afraid to experiment with stylistic choices!! furthermore, be willing to bend the rules of anatomy to make a drawing look more fluid!!! like, its art. go nuts, you know? and reference images dont stop at irl images tho. dont be afraid to take pages out of other peoples books and try other techniques curated by other artists. don't trace them, obviously, but you really can just cherry pick your favorite aspects of an artstyle and use it to make your own. thats what every artstyle is, at its core.

NOW!! as for how i go about it, i start with the head. for me, the head size determines the size of everything else. ive drawn heads more than i have bodies tbh, and how i draw faces is a whole can of worms. but i digress.

the build of a person can change a lot. shapes are very important. for example, if i wanted to give someone broad shoulders, id give them more of a trapezoid shape for their chest, and maybe make their hips not as. wide. you know those old art tutorials that are like "draw women with BIRTH GIVING HIPS and PETITE FEMININE FEATURES and DOE EYES so your audience knows theyre FEMALE. and draw men with NO HIPS and HUGE SHOULDERS and BULGING MUSCLES and A JAWLINE THAT CAN CUT DIAMONDS as well as being generally built like a BRICK SHITHOUSE" yeah anyways those are bullshit, but doing stuff like that certainly can help with character. like, dont be afraid to give men soft features and women broad shoulders. non binary people? idk draw whatever you want.

im kinda bad at explaining this stuff, but tldr; art is a lawless land. the best way to learn how to draw humans is to practice, observe, and experiment. there is no penalty for anatomically incorrect art, and the only "bad" art is made by bad people for a bad purpose, meaning: dont be afraid to start somewhere. good luck!! <3

(also! speedpaint bc im terrible at explaining;;)

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Tags/Warnings: Bakugou/Reader, Angst interspersed with fluff and intimacy, ambiguous ending for the first work but will be resolved in a good ending in the second, reader has an empathy quirk, witch!reader, inspired by St. Trinian's (please go watch it, it needs more love!), institutional exploitation and abuse, first kiss, mentions/references of underage drinking, MINORS DNI

ao3 link here

"This is bullshit," said Bakugou as he pulled on his sneakers. "I hate field hockey."

 Aizawa couldn't agree more. 

Three events had come from Aizawa's negotiations with Genevieve (a tall, sultry, impossible woman who was St. Angela's Head of School)— one picked by St. Angela's administration, one picked by U.A.'s administration, and one chosen by the students from a list curated by the faculty and staff of both schools. The first event was fencing, chosen by St. Angela's, who won by a landslide; the second was baseball, chosen and won by U.A.; the third event— field hockey— was chosen by the students of both high schools, and would be the deciding victory for either school. Now, only moments before the game, tensions were high between both students and staff, and there was no lack of contempt from either side, no matter how much of a positive spin the press tried to put on it. At this point, Aizawa would just as soon have a villain rain hellfire down on their little shitfest and give him an actual problem to deal with instead of this petty nonsense. 

"Cheer up, Shouta-kun," said Yamada Hizashi, who fell into step with him as they walked out to the grassy expanse that had been chosen for the game. "You usually reserve this glum face for the media, and they aren't scheduled to arrive for another ten minutes."

"This is a terrible idea," Aizawa repeated for what felt like the thousandth time that morning. "Really, I mean, a game of field hockey between those little national terrorists from St. Angela's and the competitive, ultra-hormonal molotov cocktail that is Class 1-A? Just to prove a point?"

"That point is kind of an important one," said Yamada, scanning the mix of new and familiar faces. "This is as much of an ordeal for them as it is for us— it's a punishment as well as insurance against further incidents."

Aizawa scoffed. 

"No, this is a dog-and-pony show for the media so everyone can see pretty girls in short skirts rub elbows and God knows what else with virile, muscular heroes-to-be. Besides, they don't seem to be suffering any."

Aizawa nodded to a group of giggling St. Angela's girls, and Yamada shrugged in that casual, unbothered way of his. 

"Always the glass half-empty with you, Shouta."

No, thought Aizawa, I just see the world how it is, and it's pretty fucking shitty.

Their conversation stopped as they came up to the sideline, where the teams would linger for a while until the game started. The St. Angela's team grew quiet as U.A. approached, and Aizawa was pleased to note that they looked on with apprehension as Bakugou sneered, Todoroki brooded, and Midoriya smiled just awkwardly enough that he seemed both friendly and slightly unhinged. Significantly less pleasing was the salacious up-and-down look Gevevieve passed his way, and less pleasing than that was the chuckle Yamada had at his expense. 

"Laugh now," said Aizawa, "Wait until it's your turn— it won't be so funny when one of the Amazons decides you're fresh meat."

For all that it annoyed him, though, Aizawa couldn't fight the blush that rose to his cheeks. Genevieve was a truly beautiful woman with a wit sharper than his seldom-used straight razor; if Aizawa hadn't been so disinclined to trust her, he might have asked her out to coffee sometime. As it was, he figured trusting her farther than he could throw her would be a poor idea— and by his reckoning, he couldn't throw her very far at all. 

"Oh dear," Yamada mused, staring off a little ways. "It seems there's trouble in paradise."

Two St. Angela's students were having it out with one another across the way. The taller of the two— a girl with shiny black hair and olive skin— had her hands on her hips and was barking down at the shorter, a petite blonde who, despite her determined expression, looked as though she might cry. 

"Odd." Aizawa glanced around. "Where's the other one that's always glued to their hips? I've never seen one of them without the others."

Eventually, Aizawa found her. She was sitting under the shade of a pecan tree, her back leaning against the trunk. She seemed totally at ease with the world with a book in her hand, her hockey stick across her lap, and her legs crossed at the ankle; Aizawa had to admit that she looked a bit like something out of a painting. Serenity, he would name it, if he were a painter. 

"Should we go talk to her?" asked Yamada. "She seems…"

Untouchable was the word Aizawa would have used, but before he could say anything, a long-fingered hand was placed gently on his shoulder, and he turned to find Genevieve's unnaturally lovely visage staring back at him. 

"I think you should go talk to the little one, Shouta-kun," she said, nodding to the girl. "I think she has quite forgotten herself— and young women do so need strong male role models in their lives."

She looked meaningfully at Aizawa, and he knew then and there that something was wrong about this situation. Genevieve's eyes— jade-green and glassy like a doll's— were half-lidded and sultry, and her hand tightened painfully on his shoulder. A feeling came over him— an instinct, formed after years of training and experience— and his quirk activated quite without his permission.

Even so, the feeling didn't stop, and Aizawa began to panic. 

"Oh, Sho-kun, you really have so little faith in me," purred Genevieve, moving a long, slender finger to poke at his sensitive neck. "Go talk to her— I need that girl on my team this afternoon, but more than that, I care that she's well. She refused to talk to me, so maybe she'll talk to you."

With that, Genevieve left them, and Yamada released a breath he didn't seem to realize he'd been holding as Aizawa took a moment to compose himself. 

"That was terrifying," said Yamada. "And you worked with her for months?"

Aizawa nodded. "Yeah, but something's not right. Let's go— I'm interested to see what information the girl can give us."

As they approached the girl, Aizawa became less and less convinced that she was an ordinary student. She looked up from her book as she heard them approach, and shifted her posture accordingly; she had an air about her that was hard to describe, but Aizawa knew it instantly. Her eyes were half-lidded like a predator trying to convince its prey of its harmlessness, and the posture of her body was open and relaxed, yet poised for action. There was a certain lazy confidence about her that rubbed him the wrong way, so once he was close enough, he spoke up with a bluntness he usually reserved for villains on the street. 

"So, you're not playing?"

The girl looked at him, her expression blank at first, then distantly amused. 

"No," she replied easily, but did not elaborate. 

Aizawa grunted.

"I thought St. Angela's was only supposed to bring enough for one team, as per the agreement with U.A."

The girl smiled, and Aizawa was caught off guard by the innocence of it.

"Ah, I suppose I should explain myself," she hummed, fiddling with her necklace whose charm seemed to be a large, circular locket of sorts. "I'm on the team, but I'm not playing. Color me Achilles, lounging on the beaches of Troy, and Blair— our team captain— is my Agamemnon."

Aizawa was nonplussed. 

"Interesting," he replied. 

The girl looked him up and down a good once, then smirked as though she knew how uncomfortable the action would make him.

"Not as interesting as you, Eraserhead-san," she purred in the same disquieting way Genevieve had, her eyes razor-sharp. "Tell me, are you nervous that your boys will be distracted?"

He would be lying if he denied it. It was disturbing, the way his student’s eyes followed the St. Angela's girls— it was lucky that the first two events were ones that required traditional uniforms, or else Aizawa wasn’t certain that U.A. could have pulled a victory even once. As things were, poor Midoriya was blushing from his chest to the top of his ears, Mineta was foaming at the mouth, and Todoroki’s eyes were crossing as he tried to figure out where to look. It seemed that Nomu were no match for U.A., but low-cut tops, tiny uniform skirts, and fishnet stockings were like kryptonite. Whether or not those kids would be able to focus at all with that much flesh showing was, unfortunately, up in the air.

"No," he replied. "I have every confidence in them."

The girl hummed again, turning the locket charm in her fingers. Aizawa had to admit that she was beautiful, really— just like all St. Angela’s students. It was uncanny, unnatural, and something about it bothered him. She was too young to look and act this old.

Aizawa noticed that her hands were trembling. 

"Is something wrong?" he asked her, watching carefully for any odd reaction.

She shrugged. 

"Define wrong." She looked up then, still fiddling with her necklace almost obsessively. "Wrongness is a matter of perspective. What is wrong for one may be right for another. What wrong do you mean?"

Aizawa studied the girl, then looked over to Yamada, and he knew that his friend had seen the same thing he had when he looked at the girl before them.

Beneath her smooth, composed facade, this girl was troubled. 

"Do you believe in spirits, Eraserhead-san?" she asked suddenly, her eyes piercing as she gazed intently up at him. "In the power they hold?"

The question was a test if Aizawa had ever heard one. 

"I'll believe whatever you have to say to me, no matter how strange," he told her sincerely. "If there’s something I can help you with—” 

The girl held up her hand. 

“I forget myself,” she muttered. “You’re a hero, not a savior.”

“I’m neither of those things. I’m a teacher.”

She looked up at him one more time, and Aizawa tried to push every ounce of sincerity in his body into his gaze. If this girl was in trouble, he wanted to be the one to help her. 

“It’s your choice,” he said, frowning. “But this won’t be your last chance to talk if you want to. You have as long as you need. What’s your name?”

A dark cloud of distrust flashed across her features, and rage kindled in Aizawa towards whomever had hurt her— because someone had hurt her, for her to be this distrustful. Teenger or not, she was still a child, and Aizawa hated worse than anything to see a child truly suffer.

“Y/N,” she said finally. “My name is (Y/N).”

Aizawa fought against a sigh of relief— something about him had made (Y/N) decide to trust him, and he couldn’t betray that trust by immediately proving himself conspicuous. Still, he allowed the small victory to warm him, and he smiled lightly at her. 

“Call me Aizawa,” he said, “And this is Yamada-sensei. I trust him with my life. If you want to talk further, I assume you know how to reach me if you need?”

(Y/N) cracked a grin, but it felt broken, fractured, somehow.

“I’ll figure something out.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the whistle blew, and it was time for the game to start. (Y/N)’s face morphed back into the mask of sultry superiority that Aizawa recognized from Genevieve, and she waved at him with a smirk that spelled trouble.

“See ya later, sensei,” she winked. “Tell daddy-issues to watch out— Blair has a thing for him.”

Aizawa turned to where she was nodding, and he saw the dark-haired, olive-skinned girl from earlier surreptitiously putting away a pocket knife with which she had clearly just been sharpening her hockey stick. She— Blair, apparently— was staring blatantly at Todoroki, who was trying very hard to look literally anywhere else.

“Oh, and Aizawa-sensei?”

Aizawa turned back to find (Y/N) staring at the book in her hand.

“Yes?”

"Tell Bakugou-san that whenever he's ready to cross blades again, I'd love a rematch."

Aizawa didn’t pretend to know what she meant by that, but he also didn’t have to turn to know that Bakugou was, in fact, staring at (Y/N)— he’d done little else in her presence since she’d thoroughly thrashed him at fencing.

“Fair enough,” said Aizawa. “See you, kid.” 

If those two hook up in any sense of the word, he thought to himself, picturing explosions and subterfuge, The world really may just end— unstoppable force meets immovable object.

***

After U.A.'s baseball victory, Bakugou had noticed that (Y/N) was acting strangely. Someone who wasn't looking might not have noticed, but Bakugou had been looking, and he was incredibly astute; it was plain to him that she had been preoccupied, even distracted, and he'd been concerned for her even as U.A. pulled a victory. Even at the end of the game, when Bakugou had asked her if she'd be willing to fence with him again— he'd been training and wanted to test himself against her— she just gave him an odd look and said that she wasn't sure. 

Now, it was true that Bakugou didn't know (Y/N) very well, but he knew suspicious behavior when he saw it. There was something amiss with her, and he was dying to find out what.

It was to this that he accredited his strange eagerness to meet with (Y/N) again for the final competition between St. Angela's and U.A. Bakugou wanted desperately to see her, to speak with her, to feel the push-and-pull of opposition with her; he wanted to feel her fire, wanted to watch as she burned in the fight for victory. It was almost an obsession, the way he imagined her strength against his own— but then when U.A. arrived at the playing field, he found (Y/N) sitting alone under a shade tree, out of uniform and away from her friends. 

She looked… sad.

Bakugou didn't quite know why he was so very bothered by that.

"You seem distracted."

Deku was standing close by, tying his shoe. He didn't look up to see Bakugou's reaction, but Bakugou knew he was listening anyway. 

"'M not," he said, watching (Y/N)'s lips purse as she turned a page in her book. "Just wondering what broke up the big three."

The big three— Aizawa had described them as the top three students at St. Angela's who would be afforded the best career opportunities, the best sponsors, and the most options for success at the time of their graduation. It was an enviable position, one that came with heavy competition and sometimes even violence, but the current big three— Blair Cross, Sabrina Schreiber, and (Y/N)— were supposedly an air-tight and iron-clad trio, an impenetrable wall of solidarity that warranted no competition between the three of them for the top position. They were all equal, and what one lacked, the others more than made up for; they were the best and brightest that St. Angela's had ever cultivated. 

But today, there seemed to be trouble in paradise, and Bakugou wondered what snake had slithered into St. Angela's garden.

"Dunno," Deku replied. "All the better for us though. Divide and conquer, y'know?"

Bakugou did know. He didn't intend to lose today any more than he'd lost the baseball game. He was just… he was just concerned, that was all. 

"Let's do this," he replied, turning to look at his friend. "Don't wanna keep pretty ladies waiting."

Deku grinned. 

"You said it, Kacchan."

As soon as the words were out of Deku's mouth, Aizawa blew the whistle, summoning the teams to line up and get ready to play. Despite his previous musings, Bakugou couldn't help but smile. 

He loved a challenge.

***

"No biting, kicking, punching, scratching, strangling, or— or  gouging," the referee had told them at the start of the game. "Any such infraction will result in the termination of the game."

Admittedly, Bakugou hadn't thought too much of that set of rules to start with, but now, as they fought for the deciding victory, the St.Angela girls were proving themselves to be masters of subtle violence, and U.A. was beginning to understand why this event was necessary to start with. 

"This isn't going to work," Todoroki said the instant the teams huddled for a time out. "At this rate, one of us is going to die before the end of the match."

He wasn't wrong. Iida had taken a nasty fall after his feet were hooked by an errant hockey stick, Deku’s toe was almost definitely broken by a vicious stomp to his foot with a tiny cleat, and Sero's knee was swelling from where he'd been surreptitiously jabbed by one of the girls with a sharpened hockey stick; the rest of the U.A. team weren't all that much worse for wear with only a few bruises and scratches, but since those St. Angela’s harpies had no trouble using anything at their disposal— thier flirty smiles, their sharpened sticks, even their quirks— Bakugou had no doubt that it would only go downhill from here.

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," said Bakugou, rage pumping dangerously just beneath his skin. "I say we give those bitches a taste of their own medicine."

Deku— with his shitty hair, shitty freckles, and shitty frown— grimaced. 

"But Kacchan," he protested, "That's against the rules. If we're caught, then—"

"So don't get caught," Bakugou snapped. "If we don't play by their book, they'll stomp all over us."

Todoroki nodded. "There's a reason they pitted U.A. against St. Angela's. If anyone can beat them, it's us. We have a duty to prove that it can be done."

Bakugou didn't know about all that, but he fucking hated losing. After the fencing fiasco, he'd sworn that never again would he ever feel so defeated if he could help it.

After some strategizing, it was agreed that U.A. would go on the offensive, and this time, quirks weren't entirely off the table as long as they were subtle. If St. Angela's wanted a fight, it was a fight they would get, and since (Y/N) was safe on the sideline, Bakugou was chomping at the bit to teach them a lesson they'd never forget. Even if he couldn't fully use his quirk to blast away the competition, Bakugou was fast and strong and smart— anyone would be hard pressed to find a better center.

"Alright, let's show 'em who's boss," said Kirishima with a shark-like grin. "Not a single puck will get past me, so do your thing!"

The ensuing game was fast and furious, and everyone's blood was running hot. Subtle cheating spread like a disease; a little slippery ice here, a subtle flick of tape to stop a puck in its tracks there, and U.A. suddenly had the advantage. Little explosions fueled Bakugou's shots, and the St. Angela goalie— a cute, lanky red-head with the bluest eyes Bakugou had ever seen— flinched every time he got a little too close. It was glorious. 

Well, at least it was until one of the St. Angela girls— one of the smaller ones who didn't seem as much like she would moonlight as a serial killer— was shoved roughly into Bakugou as he attempted to make a shot. 

Bakugou took the fall hard, but the girl who had careened into him took it harder. She landed on her back, her head thumping painfully against the ground, and even though her teammates had taken worse falls and had shaken it off like it was nothing, she stayed down. The ref blew the whistle, and everyone gathered around to help her up. 

"That was a blatant foul," barked Todoroki from across the way as he approached the center for the other team. "I watched you shove your own teammate— what the hell were you thinking?"

The center— a dark-haired beauty with braided pigtails— looked down her nose at him. 

"Well, no one else saw it," she sniffed. "I, for one, have no idea what you're talking about."

Just when Bakugou was grinning in anticipation of something acerbic coming from Icy-Hot, pig-tails wobbled slightly as she was grabbed by her arm, and then a fist was connecting with her face. 

"Blair Cross, I'll strangle you with my own two hands!" shouted (Y/N)— a fierce, frightening, furious force of nature that appeared out of nowhere— as she kept Pig-Tails from falling with a hand fisted in the collar of her uniform shirt. "I don't know who you think you are or what you think you're doing, but that's too fucking far!"

Blair threw a punch back, but missed. 

"You're such a drama queen!" Blair shot back. "Go back to sitting on your ass and being useless while we win this game!"

"Not likely," warned the other girl, but Blair just smirked.

"You won't do shit."

Bakugou shivered involuntarily as (Y/N) yanked her classmate to her so hard that their noses almost touched. Both of the girls were beautiful, he noticed, but only one of them struck him as truly deadly. 

"Wanna test that?" she challenged. "I'll kick your uppity ass until hell won't have it back!"

"(Y/N), really, I'm fine!" called the girl who had fallen from where she was sitting. Her skin was scraped and bleeding, and Bakugou thought she couldn't be further from fine. "It was all just an accident, I swear!"

(Y/N) turned, fury in her eyes. If she were a sculpture hewn from marble, Bakugou would call her Lady Rage. She would stand as a symbol with her counterparts— Lady Justice with her blindfold, Lady Liberty with her crown, and Victory with her wings— and she would be remembered forever as a warning to all who would cross womankind. 

"Stop defending her!” cried (Y/N) with such force that Bakugou wished he could bottle it and keep it to use as a stun grenade. “She bullies everyone, and now you? Where does it stop?" 

Blair shoved her roughly. "I do not!"

(Y/N) shoved her right back, and Blair lost her balance. If Aizawa-sensei had been a second slower, Blair would have hit the ground and probably cracked open her skull— but as it was, Aizawa-sensei's binding cloth caught her before she could get hurt and restrained the two girls before a fight could commence.

"That's enough out of you two," he said darkly, standing between the two of them. "Referee, this game is over. I saw the foul just as well as anyone else did, and the rules say—"

"Oh nonsense, Aizawa-sensei," said a leggy blonde woman— St. Angela's Head of School— as she approached. "Have a heart. These girls are like sisters, you know. They're only horseplaying."

Judging by the way (Y/N)'s eyes screamed malice and Blair's nostrils flared, not even a fool would have thought their near-fight to be horseplay. Still, the ref seemed eager enough to believe the story, even if no one else was, and when all was said and done, the injured girl was sent to Recovery Girl and (Y/N) agreed to take her place on the team. 

"Don't think for a second that this is over," Bakugou overheard (Y/N) murmuring to Blair. "There's still a score to settle."

Whatever else was said, Bakugou didn't hear because Deku was laying out a strategy that required his full attention. A few moments later, they were back in position, ready to play, and from that moment on, U.A.'s ship began to sink. 

Bakugou supposed he got what he wanted— (Y/N) was as fierce a player at field hockey as she was a fencer with a saber, and playing against her was a special sort of hell designed specifically for him. If the puck made it anywhere near her stick, the point was as good as lost for U.A.; and even though Bakugou wasn't someone who was easily intimidated, when any player who came near her faltered a split second before they could steal the puck or block a pass and couldn't tell anyone why, he couldn't help but be more wary of her than ever. 

"What the hell, Icy-Hot?!" he demanded when Todoroki nearly fell over his own feet instead of smacking the puck. "You had that one!"

Todoroki gripped his knees, his expression stricken. 

"I couldn’t— I was locked into place, I—” 

Bakugou scowled, but they didn't have time to talk further before resuming their positions to play the next point. 

…which hit Kirishima in the face hard enough to leave a dent in his helmet before it bounced into the goal. 

This is insane, Bakugou thought, watching (Y/N) toss her hair. Until we crack her, nothing's stopping St. Angela's from creaming us.

So he took it upon himself to do whatever it took to bring her down. 

Only, that didn't quite happen.

Bakugou was so close. His legs were longer, his muscles were stronger, and his reach was farther than (Y/N)'s— he had the perfect opening to steal the puck for U.A. Of course, (Y/N) was close on his tail, but there was no reason he couldn't have made a clean shot… no reason except the words she murmured to him so lowly that no one else could possibly have heard.

Words that broke something inside him with enough force to make him falter. 

"You were never good enough," she hissed, her voice somehow traveling over the roar of blood in his ears. "It was you who was always the extra."

For a single second, Bakugou's world crumbled, and that was all it took for (Y/N) to sweep in and claim the victory.

Needless to say, that sealed the deal for U.A.'s morale. The boys lost, and they lost hard; every single player was sweaty, breathless, and somewhat battered by the end, and the St. Angela's team looked as though they had hardly broken a sweat. It made Bakugou sick to think that his team had been so weak again— that he had been so weak again— and he was so distracted by his own self-loathing that he didn't even notice someone following him back to the locker room until he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

On instinct, Bakugou jerked away from the touch, and when he turned to see who had bothered him, he was shocked to find (Y/N) staring back at him. 

"I'm sorry," she said, fidgeting with the edge of her glove. Her eyes were downcast, and she looked almost… ashamed. "I didn't mean what I said back there, I just— I used my quirk to exploit your emotional weakness. It was wrong, and I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" he demanded, fingers twitching with the desire to hurt, to silence, to avenge. "You're fucking sorry, and you expect me to forgive you for— for—"

Bakugou felt his breath quicken, readying his body for the rage within him to overflow, but then (Y/N) physically flinched back from him, and he suddenly, stupidly felt contrite. 

"What can possibly excuse what you said to me?" he demanded, deliberately keeping his voice low and dark. "How can you justify that?"

"St. Angela's needed this victory," she said simply, unwilling to meet his eyes. "I don't expect you to understand what was at stake, or how unhappy I am with it, but using my quirk like that— it was the only way I could stop you." She looked up then, and Bakugou was taken aback by the tears he saw in her eyes. "You have to know I didn't mean what I said. I don't care if you never forgive me, but please, please know that that's not what I think. It's not what anyone thinks."

With that, she tore a glove off of one of her hands and placed it on his arm, and immediately, a sickening wave of guilt roiled in his stomach at the touch. He felt as though he couldn't even breathe through the pain of it, but before he could react, (Y/N) withdrew her hand and closed her eyes. 

"I'm sorry." She turned away. "I'm really, really sorry, Bakugou-san."

Bakugou was taken aback. He couldn't even think well enough to be angry— he just asked the first thing that came to mind.

"What the hell is your quirk?"

(Y/N) stiffened, and for a moment Bakugou didn't think she was going to answer, but then she turned back to him and spoke softly so that only he could hear.

"Empathy. I… feel what people feel. All the time, no limitations. I can also let others feel what I feel through skin contact, as you felt." 

"And you used it to take advantage of my team," Bakugou realized aloud, his anger bleeding through his shock. "Like a dirty villain, you fucked with our heads—"

"I had to." Her jaw clenched. "I said I was sorry, but I did what I had to."

Bakugou shook his head. 

"Whatever," he huffed. "That's villain logic, and I refuse to subscribe to bullshit like that. Thanks anyway, (Y/N)-san. Good game— enjoy your victory."

With that, Bakugou walked away, and he didn't need to turn to know that his blow had landed hard. If he turned, he knew that he would see the hurt he'd caused written in her eyes— eyes that shone bright like stars, reflecting sunlight like precious stones— and he didn't think he could handle feeling guilty for hurting someone who had wounded him so grievously, had encroached on the privacy of his innermost feelings and weaponized them to gain a petty, meaningless victory. 

He regretted the concern he'd felt for her. He regretted the excitement with which he'd walked onto the field in anticipation of seeing her. He regretted the very moment they first locked eyes.

He wished he'd never known her. 

"Hey Bakugou, do you want to—"

"Shut the fuck up," he growled, stalking away from his classmates. "Stay out of my way, extras."

***

It stormed that night. 

It started raining right after the game, and the weather got so bad that St. Angela's had to stay at a nearby hotel instead of traveling home. Not that it mattered to Bakugou— as soon as he reached his dorm and changed into different clothes, he'd started running laps around the school so he didn't decide to blow himself or anyone else into a million pieces out of sheer rage. He didn't bring headphones or a water bottle or anything else; he had no thought for anything except running until he was numb. 

It was sometime later— whether it was minutes or hours after Bakugou had collapsed from exhaustion, his muscles screaming and his chest heaving, he couldn't have said— that Deku and Todoroki approached him, costumes on and faces deadly serious. 

"Come on, Kaccahn, we're being called in for support," said Deku through his stupid-looking mask. "St. Angela's hotel has been attacked by villains, and they're trying to take hostages."

Bakugou couldn't have cared less. 

"Fine," he coughed through burning lungs and bitterness. "Let them fight their own battles if they're so tough."

Todoroki scowled at that, and Bakugou wanted to laugh. He looked exactly as he had before fighting Deku at the sports festival years ago— frigid and angry and full of shit. 

"Get up, Bakugou," Todorki demanded, digging his foot into Bakugou's side. "They need our help. Their headmistress is captured, the big three are badly wounded from trying to free her, and there aren't enough heroes available on a night like this, you know that."

Bakugou closed his eyes. All he wanted to do was sleep.

"Why should I run to them when they spat on us?"

"Because," said Deku gently, "We got this note."

Bakugou opened his eyes, and he took the note Deku handed him. He scanned it briefly, and he recognized (Y/N)'s handwriting. It was addressed to him, and his eyes widened at what he saw written there. 

'Bakugou-san

There are not many people I trust. By all rights, I shouldn't trust you at all, and yet I do. Don't prove that trust to be misplaced. 

I don't have much time, so I'll be brief— get this to your Aizawa sensei and have him speak my name to this paper, and the truth will be revealed to him and only him. I'm sorry I can't say more, but this is more important to me than victory here or even my own life. 

Thank you, Bakugou-san, and if I never see you again, then may we meet again beyond the veil. 

(Y/N).

Blood smudged the corner of the page, and it was clear to Bakugou that it had been written in haste. Fear, panic, and realization struck him all at once, and then it was overtaken by rage as he crushed the note in his hand. 

"Cryptic bitch," he muttered, his palms smoking. "Deathbed confessions are so fucking stupid— why not just live and take care of it yourself?"

His blood was hot now, and he felt foolish for ever resisting his friends when they called for his aid. 

"Let's go," he said. "And make it quick— I have shit to do."

They did, in fact, make it quick— the hotel was only about two miles from U.A., and as Dark Shadow flies, it only took Tokoyami a few minutes to drop off Deku, Todoroki, and Bakugou off as a vanguard squad to go ahead of the rest of U.A., which would arrive en masse a few minutes later. 

"What a mess," Todoroki said as they ran up to the building, which was practically in shambles from all the fighting. 

Bakugou had to agree— but at least the rescue squad assigned to protect the civilians in the hotel seemed to have that much under control. Additionally, it appeared that two of the purported six villain attackers had been apprehended by St. Angela's students, but those students looked much, much worse for wear. Still, though, it was decent work for students who weren't from a hero academy, and their reports of the other villains' quirks were both thorough and brief. 

As Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki turned away from the girls who were giving them information, a mighty cracking sound reverberated throughout the streets, and the roof of the hotel was blown clean off by a blast of some sort. Instantly, the three of them were on their guard, shielding the civilians with their quirks, but that appeared to be unnecessary as the debris winked out of existence as soon as it hit what appeared to be an invisible wall. 

"Whose quirk is that?" Deku asked, slack-jawed. "I've— I've never seen anything like it!"

Off to the side, Sabrina— the petite blonde who had been shoved into Bakugou earlier on the hockey field— was watching them warily with the one eye of hers that wasn't blackened by a bruise, and Bakugou barked at her to report. 

"(Y/N)-chan, Blair-chan , and Genevieve-sensei are still inside," she called out over the driving rain, her face a mask of fear and worry. "Please save them, there are too many villains for them to handle alone!"

Bakugou didn't need to be told twice. 

"I will," he said, taking off without waiting for Deku and Todoroki to follow. "I'm going in."

Well, 'going in,' might not have been the most accurate way to phrase it— since climbing the stairs of the building was time-consuming and the structural integrity of the building was questionable at best, Bakugou used his explosions to blast himself up to the exposed part of the building where all the action was happening. In his haste, he overdid it with the final blast to the top, but quickly compensated by landing in a tuck-and-roll form that had him back on his feet and running toward trouble with effortless momentum. 

"Oi!" He raged, taking mental note of the positioning of the four remaining villains— one on the wall, another holding the limp form of Genevieve, and the other two facing off with Blair and (Y/N). "Pick on someone your own size, you piss-sucking bastards!"

And just like that, all-out battle commenced. 

Bakugou blasted the villain nearest to Blair sky-high— compared to (Y/N), Blair was more severely wounded and could use the relief from pressure— and then launched himself at the one holding their sensei. In the meantime, he heard (Y/N) screaming words in a language he didn't understand, and every single hair on his body stood straight up as he felt something shift behind him. If he could have risked it, he would have turned immediately to see what was happening  behind him, but he couldn't afford a lapse in focus— he just had to trust that (Y/N) and Blair had things handled until he or one of the others could help out. 

When Bakugou finally subdued the villain in front of him, he turned to find two things:

One, another of the villains was being restrained by a wounded, exhausted-looking Blair, who was sitting on the dumb bastard. 

Two, (Y/N)'s villain suddenly decided that (Y/N) was much less interesting than Bakugou, and as Bakugou realized belatedly that this was the villain who could freeze a person in their tracks just by looking at them, the villain launched herself at him with a knife that oozed something purple. 

The villain wouldn't get very far, but Bakugou had no way of knowing that as panic set in. In his desperation, he turned his eyes to (Y/N), hoping that she would take this opportunity to run, to get the hell out of there before the villain was through with him, but when his eyes found her, she was staring right back at him with a with a white-hot flare of— of something in her eyes, and she extended one hand to the sky, calling out once more into the storm. 

Lightning split the heavens above them, and as (Y/N) bellowed from the center of her being, Bakugou realized that she was calling to it, speaking to it, commanding it. In a flash of dizzying light, the wild, screaming bolt of lighting reached down, filling Bakugou's mouth with the tangy, metallic smell-taste of ozone; the world went white save for (Y/N)'s dark silhouette, and Bakugou could do nothing but watch as her other hand reached out, steady and sure. The lighting followed the motion, and in a zigging, zagging bolt, it struck the villain directly, leaving the smell of burning flesh in its wake.

It was over in less time than it took Bakugou to blink.

Christ on a cracker, he thought to himself dazedly as (Y/N) wobbled a bit before steading herself. That's not her quirk. I've felt her quirk. This— this is supernatural.

"Are you hurt?" (Y/N) called to him, clutching her side— which, he noticed, was bleeding. "Can you move now?"

Bakugou could, in fact, move— he just wasn't sure he remembered how. 

"Come on," Blair said tiredly, looking at (Y/N). "Help me get this moron secured before I decide to just shove him off the building."

"I got you."

Blair turned to see Todoroki and Deku standing behind her, ready to help, and before long, everyone was down from the roof and the rescue teams went inside the hotel to make sure there was no one trapped inside before doing a head count. 

"Thank you," said (Y/N) quietly as Bakugou waited by the ambulance where she was being treated. "You didn't have to come, but you did."

"Of course I had to," he replied. "I wanted the answers to what's in that note straight from you. Couldn't get that if a villain decided to nab you."

(Y/N) smiled tiredly. "I can take care of myself, Bakugou-san."

Bakugou thought back to the magnificent lightning bolt she'd called down from the heavens, and he couldn't deny that. 

"I know you can, toots," he replied, allowing the endearment to slip out with the beginnings of a smile. "That's another thing you're going to have to explain to me."

(Y/N) huffed a laugh, then winced as that turned out to be a bad idea.

"Is she going to be alright?" Bakugou asked the EMT as they walked back around the ambulance, and they shrugged. 

"Wound's not too deep, and she seems fine otherwise. Now that it's all cleaned out, she should be right as rain in a few weeks."

Bakugou nodded and was about to ask a follow-up question when (Y/N)'s bare hand touched his. 

"Bakugou," she said, and he noticed that she was shaking, "I promise to tell you everything in time. You've earned that from me, but— but can you wait until I'm ready?"

"Katsuki," he replied nonsensically. "To you, my name is Katsuki."

(Y/N) smiled then, and through her touch, Bakugou knew that she knew that she had her answer. 

"Katsuki," she repeated softly, sweetly. "It suits you, you know."

She said something then, again in a strange language, and Bakugou shivered at the power in that word. 

"Did you feel something?" she asked, suddenly excited. 

"Yeah," he replied. "What the hell was that?"

(Y/N) said it again, and Bakugou broke out in gooseflesh. 

"Your name," she said, her quiet joy bleeding into Bakugou from their connection. "It's your name, your true name— it is who you were, who you are, and who you will come to be."

Bakugou didn't understand that, not really, but he didn't feel the need to press for an answer. (Y/N) was happy, he felt, and for now, that was enough. 

"Kacchan!" called Deku from across the way. "Come on, we've gotta get back to U.A.! St. Angela's is staying with us for the night!"

(Y/N) and Bakugou looked at each other again, and both of them burst out laughing. 

"Oi," he chuckled, squeezing her hand. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," (Y/N) replied behind the silliest of giggles. "Only that Genevieve-sensei is going to be so pleased to torture your Aizawa-sensei again. She's done her best to seduce him, you see, and do you know that he hasn't reacted at all?"

Bakugou snorted.

"Not that you can see," he replied, helping her down from the ambulance. "He puffs up like a pissed-off tomcat everytime he sees her."

"Sounds like someone else I know," (Y/N) said, just a hint of mischief in her eyes, and Bakugou couldn't even blame her for it. 

"Oi," he replied, feigning indignation. 

(Y/N) smiled and started to say something, but then the two of them were ushered away by a mix of pro heroes and U.A. administration. Bakugou would have liked to know what she might have said— whether she would have had a sly quip, or maybe a quiet little acknowledgment meant only for him— but he found that as their hands stayed connected, he hardly needed to know to feel that there was a fondness for him forming warmly in her heart, and for now, that was quite enough for him.

Beautiful and deadly, he thought, watching protectively as (Y/N) walked slowly beside him, clutching her side as she went, But maybe a little something more, too.

[doritofalls]

I would love to see your kiyo merchandise. I want to get some if my own, but it's hard as a lesbian to justify getting pretty boy merchandise and also without context he looks like a nazi which doesn't help. But let me gaze upon your shrine. I would like to see him.

;;;ok but only for you anon nobody else look

added nagito for filler and clout - wasn’t a very planned purchase, but i came across a local seller and a very good deal, so here we are. it Is the nicest figure i own, the base and pose are both fantastic. 

i’ve got the vivimus keychain - i’m really satisfied with the quality and design, but it’s pretty huge! i’m used to like, gashapon sized rubber straps, and the vivimus line is just reasonably bigger. 

i also have the kiyo acrylic charm from the halloween themed stellamap cafe collab - generally speaking, stellamap cafe collabs are my favorites when it comes to v3 merch, because the illustrations are just SO cute. and it is no different this time!! i really like this one, and the reference to his execution is just, funny in a very morbid kinda way. 

alsooo have two shinsai fancomics. i’m a huge fan of miu miura’s art (right) and this one’s holding up too - they portray emotions and horror so well, and they really did kiyo justice in this one. sadly they only have one other kiyo focused comic and i’m on the edge with picking that up because i’m not huge into the angie kiyo ship. they did a lot of komaeda/komahina focused comics though, and i’ll probably pick up a couple more of those in the future. 

rou’s style is very different with a much heavier BL touch, but i liked the comic well enough for the ship. will probably pick part 2 up if i see it on a reasonable price in the future. 

not pictured is stuff i was able to bag in recent months but is yet to arrive!! 

generally speaking, i’m not huge on suya chara, the illustrations are very hit or miss for me - but this drv3 lineup they did came out super cute imo, and i love this kiyo :’] i wasn’t looking for this one in particular but it popped up for a very good price. 

super excited for this one though!! i’ve been on the lookout for this doujinshi for a while. i couldn’t find much info about it online other than the sample images and a vague description, but the art seems gorgeous and i’m always up for gen kiyo stuff. there’s not a ton of it - most doujinshi understandably is either at least vaguely ship based or just porn, which is not the kind of thing i collect. 

i am also trying SO hard to find the sanrio collab kiyo standee under 1000 yen, but no luck so far. fingers crossed, they are VERY cute. 

as far as being a lesbian and hating kiyo’s fit goes - i completely feel you on both of those points!!!! being a lesbian and curating a collection that may involve pretty boy merch - my general rule of thumb has been only getting merch of gay people which. worked so far - though most of my collection is of girl characters (which is its own challenge entirely because this hobby comes with built in creepy male gaze bullshit). as a lesbian who relates to male characters but not on a level of attraction it’s really a niche.

also god, don’t get me started on kiyo’s outfit;;; there’s a reason i hadn’t drawn it proper despite having made fanart. i wouldn’t even mind the milita/bdsm inspiration, there’s an interesting cross-section to note between those sub-cultures as well if you wanna go there, but rui really just didn’t try. as much as i’ve looked at his silly outfit enough to distinguish it, it really gives a nazi vibe at first glance (which REMAINS stupid because it in no way ties into kiyo as a character. i’m ripping my hair out). either way though, if you dislike the outfit, there’s a fair amount of merch with alt outfits! (several of the graffart collabs and the sweets paradise collab comes to mind)

[elluminis]

A quick run-down:

My writing side blog: @elluminiswrites

Hi, I’m Libby, or Lib, or El, or quite frankly any variation that you’d like to call me! My pronouns are she/they, and I tend to prefer more masculine gendered terms. That being said, you can honestly call me whatever the fuck you want—I don’t particularly care either way.

That main labels that I use are sapphic, queer and ace. I also frequently refer to myself as a fag or dyke, so that’s your warning if those words make you uncomfortable. I have diagnosed adhd, which I talk about frequently. I’m probably somewhere on the spectrum (if my RAADS score is anything to go by) but any time I talk about autism let it be known that I am not diagnosed and not currently seeking a diagnosis. Please don’t ask about other diagnoses because I will not be giving them—you’re only getting the previous shit because I talk about those online.

I’m an adult. I generally don’t post content that I would consider inappropriate for the average teenager, but it’s always possible. Peruse with care and take responsibility for curating your own experience on the internet. Also, please don’t privately message me if you’re a minor (with the possible exception of maybe questions about music, since that’s the only topic I have any expertise on). I’m just barely into my twenties—I don’t have any life advice to offer, so I see no reason to be talking to someone that young online. It’s creepy and weird.

This is my main blog, so things are very eclectic. I have no schedule, so posts will be spammed all at once. I also do a very poor job of tagging—the only things I’m consistent with are trigger warnings (formatted tw ___) and my post tag #libby shouts into the void. #back on my music bullshit is for any music stuff—anything from compositions to videos of me playing to my opinions and hot takes. #top tier posts contains any posts that I need to have available to me at later points because I find them so incredibly funny. Filter anything you don’t like, and feel free to message me if there’s anything else you want tagged. Reach out to me about music or Japanese, which I’m currently trying to learn!