The main reason I hate Toga's character more than the other LoV is mainly because Hori tried to late and to shallowly to make her sympathetic. It's gotten to the point that the things that we are told make her sympathetic are vague at best and how she reacts is to brainless to make sense.
The main thing I see people say about Toga and her character is that she just wants to be accepted for who she is. She's freaking out now because she didn't want to destroy the world she just wanted an easier life. Yet if she wants to live she has to pick a side and only the villains would accept her.
The problem is that we never actually see Toga rejected due to her Quirk except by her parents, who seem less upset by her Quirk and more for her exceptionally high drive to obtain blood. They don't say her Quirk is gross, instead they tell her to stop killing birds and smiling about about it. It's less about her having a blood Quirk and more about her actions.
The same can be said for everyone else. Hori doesn't tell us one way of another if the kids at school knew about Toga's Quirk or not, but given Quirks are registered, kids like to brag, and being Quirkless is just as ostracizing it seems likely they did. But even if they didn't, they didn't turn on Toga because of her Quirk, they were instead rightfully freaked out that she attacked another kid out of nowhere, jammed a straw in his neck and blushed like she was getting off to it before fleeing.
Ochako, Izuku, and Tsyu don't comment on her Quirk being gross. The Heroes don't either (to my memory). Instead they react to Toga's actions, the things she herself does of her own volition. Ochako doesn't reject Toga because she's just to brainwashed to understand Toga might be sad but instead because Toga lures her away from saving civilians that are in-part in danger and dying because of Toga's choices, by killing a old woman. Than instead of telling Ochako about Jin's death or even acting any different than she always does, she tackles her with a knife, trying to kill her with a smile.
Ochako never says she hates Toga because of her Quirk, or that she was always going to be a villains because of it. Instead Ochako just tells her that if the way Toga wants to live is to threaten people than she has to be willing to accept the consequences of those actions.
The thing is, if Toga's goal was always to live an easier life, what does that even mean? Considering how badly she takes reasonable rejection, it really feels like her ideal world would be one where she could suck the blood of anyone she saw as cute and they'd have no right to tell her no.
When Shigaraki said he wouldn't destroy what was precious to her did she think that he'd gift her Izuku and Ochako to keep as forced blood bags for her to use whenever she wanted? Or did she just think that if Shigaraki beat the Heroes her crushes would fall at her feet and beg her to suck their blood?
Why is Toga freaking out now? Because she doesn't like AfO? Did she not understand when Shigaraki leveled the first city, that he meant what he said about destroying everything? Did she truly not think the Heroes would fight against them, meaning they'd all have to die for them to get an 'easy' life?
Again, she was never rejected for zero reason. She legitimately hunted people like they were animals and because of Hori coding her desire for blood as sexual she comes across as kind of an incel, who thinks people should just be forced to give her what she wants. Her freaking out now feels less "she didn't really want to hurt anyone" and more "she definitely wants to hurt people, but not this many people" or even "local girl to stupid to realize that 'kill all humans party' actually wanted to kill all humans".
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I've expressed how I don't like the whole wally x y/n thing the fandom has going on but the more I think about it the more,,, uncomfortable it gets on my head
like, not as a self shipping thing, if ur in love with wally go fuckin nuts! I'm more talking about how like, y/n has become a character in the fanon
which firstly, who exactly is y/n supposed to be, in wallys eyes? it seems the person his voice messages are directed to is the playfellow workshop employee, and it's possible he doesn't know that that person is not us, the outsiders viewing but entirely uninvolved with the restoration. if he does know we're separate, then it's most likely he views us as the audience for welcome home. the thoughts of an adult character having a crush on the target audience of a young children's show is,,, uncomfortable.
even ignoring all that, and assuming he knows us as 1. not the playfellow employee, 2. adults, and 3. as multiple separate people (which throws another wrench into this. which one of us is y/n? is he just seeking the world's largest polycule here?), it just feels. odd for his character to be in love with the viewer. in the show, he's supposed to be an audience surrogate, isn't he? why would he be in love with the very person/people he's supposed to represent? it doesn't make much sense from a storytelling perspective to me.
finally, he doesn't show any signs of being romantically interested in us lmao. the closest we get is an "I love you", which, congrats, a children's show character said they love you. that happens platonically all the time lol
this isn't meant to like. rain on anyone's parade or discourage ppl making wally x y/n content (a lot of it is really cute! despite my overall negative feelings on the ship, I still sometimes enjoy looking at yalls art, yall are talented <333), more just. express frustration with how ingrained it is in the fanon. people seem to treat it as canon and its not and it can be frustrating seeing it absolutely everywhere, yk?
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cause i'm tired of sleeping alone
14k | buddie | rated t | ao3
Buck goes on dates now.
Not often, and never with the same girl twice in a row, but he goes on dates.
And the thing is — the thing is, Eddie can’t be mad about that, because he goes
on dates too.
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or, five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other
“What kind of stupid fucking bitch just stops in the middle of a green light?”
The bumper of a white Honda is crumpled like paper, the hood of the vivid red BMW that hit it in even worse shape. The Honda driver, a small blonde woman, wrestles her way out of Ravi’s grip to hover over the BMW driver’s stretcher, her hands fluttering, nervous, as blood drips from a laceration that slits through her eyebrow.
“I am so sorry,” the blonde says, her voice thick with tears.
“What the fuck is your problem?” the BMW driver snaps, making like she might jump to her feet before Hen and Chimney press her shoulders down.
“There was a bird!” the blonde cries.
Eddie pauses with a reddened cotton pad hovering over her eyebrow. “You stopped in the middle of the road because of a bird?”
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For that ask game I'd love to see a perspective flip of a scene from chapter 17, maybe from either mary or jamison's perspective :D Or a coffeehouse au would actually be a lot of fun, too. The Faire family business still sucks just as much but this time food service is involved lol
AHH THANK YOU!! GREAT IDEAS. I had to bang this out because I was so engrossed in what the hell might go through Mary's head. xD
If I get any ideas for the coffeehouse au, I'll do a snippet for that too!
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It was a lovely Tuesday morning. Miss Ellen Farswallow had sent her a calling card for the morning, which promised several delightful little cakes. Her cook specialized in sweetmeats and Ellen loved showing them off.
Mary was just about to pass into the upper class neighborhoods when a little urchin ran up to her, coal-faced and snotty-nosed. Mary yelped and swung her purse when he reached for her sleeve. "Beat it, waif!"
The kid startled. "Mam, yer the O'Tylle fer Fairweather'n Co?"
Mary sighed, the sound sharp with annoyance. "Do you have a message?"
"yessm-"
"Out with it."
He fidgeted awkwardly. "Uh- 'n Arth'r Faire wantsum. At Reysighl'ys'."
Mary sighed again. "Did he pay you? Truth now."
"No, m'm."
She tossed him a penny. "Now fuck off. And don't go grabbbing women's arms."
He scrambled away.
The cafe where Arthur was supposedly waiting wasn't far, but it was close to her residence and Mary grew more irritated from backtracking fifteen minutes on her day off. That was one thing she didn't like about Arthur; he had a terrible precedent for respecting time.
She slipped into the cafe. He'd taken a seat in the back, and she primly removed her bonnet before sliding into the seat. He hadn't gotten her a cup of tea either, which wasn't necessary because it wouldn't been cold by the time she arrived, but the bad manners needled.
"I know I look like I don't get out much, Arthur, but I do try and today is one of the few days where I do get to try, and you've called me here why?"
She'd been imprudent, and it was deeply satisfying to see the muscles in Arthur's jaw twitch. He set his coffee down. "Otto isn't ready."
"And… This concerns me why?"
He sighed and leaned forward. It was his pose of request. Unpleasant. "Send a letter to O'Malley about it when you're back in the office, please. It doesn't need to be immediate."
"Aren't you going back to the office?"
"I-"
He hesitated. For a split second his eyes flickered toward the bar, and then his composure reformed. His lips pursed. "No."
This was the difference between her and Westlie, Mary thought. She knew how to read him. Requests were as close as he'd come to asking for help; which made them a treatise of equal partnership. He didn't want opinions, he wanted acknowledgement of this problem which was so important he'd dragged her halfway across West London to deal with it.
Arthur Faire had his pride, and she had her own. She eyed him with mild annoyance. "Why?"
"Is that any of your business?"
Typical Arthur response. Well, if you don't want to tell me, Old Man, go figure it out yourself. "Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Well." She pushed back her chair and lightly tapped the rim of his empty cup. "I think - if you cared what I think - you should go write the damn letter yourself." She curtsied politely. "Have a good day, Captain."
The cafe door shut behind her and she took a second to admire how regally she'd swept out of the situation. Sure, she'd write his letter if he didn't get around to it, but more importantly, it was a pity neither of Arthur's daughters had turned out like her or Relia. She'd met her several times. They ran in similar, if not concentric circles, and while she wasn't friends with the woman, it was easy to see why people liked her. She was a macaroon. Beautiful, delicious, and without much substance.
And likewise, Arthur was quite a simple man. There was a certain… standard, Mary mused, as she made her way back towards her original destination, that one had to maintain if one desired to stay… competitive in London. And while Westlie was very clever - she'd give her that much - somehow neither Arthur nor Relia had passed down their intuit for class.
It was funny really; at this rate she had more chance of inheriting Fairweather than Westlie. And to be clear, that had never been her goal. Westlie was just so incongruously bad at it that Arthur's faith eroded with every step she took.
Mary sighed longsufferingly and glanced at her watch. Quarter after the original time. Well, she was a working woman. Miss Ellen Farswallow and her little cakes would have to have patience.
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