#I will riot if that shit doesn't get resolved

[again-and-then]

How’s about another round of headcanons? This time Emily and/or Sir Pentious?

color me curious, I haven't had too many thoughts about them. I really ought to draw them at some point. one thing at a time.

Emily:

Don't let her cuddly demeanor fool you, as a Seraphim, Emily is technically in the same power category as Lucifer and Sera... she's just never had to use that power for violence and hopes she never has to. She honestly wouldn't know what to do in a fight anyway. Still, she is fully capable of feats such as using magic to bless items, create entire structures out of thin air, appear in multiple places at once and all other kinds of miracles. makes her really, really good at managing all her responsibilities and the many needs of the mortals of Heaven.

Much like the Exorcists, Emily is an angel with an innate purpose given to her upon her creation. God created her to care for the mortal souls and keep them happy, a task she takes to with great gusto. Naturally cheerful and deeply empathetic, she is also a lot smarter than her goofy nature might imply. To help her better understand mortals, she is very easily able to take in and understand information. She knows just about every single language spoken in Heaven, knows the ways and customs of dozens of cultures, and can pick up a base understanding of any topic with minimal study as it helps her relate to the unique interests of the many souls she works with.

she very much laments her ignorance of the suffering of Sinners, she always knew that Hell was not a happy place but... it was where bad people went and she's known enough good people who were hurt by bad people to understand that punishment isn't an unreasonable idea... but hundreds of years of genocide? Nobody deserves that! Especially now that they can be redeemed.

Emily did... not enjoy her trip to Hell. The Hotel was nice and Charlie's friends were great but god, its so messy and there is puke and blood everywhere and she is definitely traumatized by what she saw happen to Lute. If she ever goes back, she will probably stay in the Embassy this time, no offense... Hell is Hellish.

Aside from having to work through stacks of official name change requests, Emily is surprisingly having a pretty good time working with the Exorcists. There was something of an adjustment period but the Exorcists have really taken to their new jobs and Glory has been a big help. Emily has found that once you get past their violent tendencies, a lot of the Exorcists are really nice and have been pretty welcoming. Still, she really ought to get around to finding them a new commander... but she has been pretty busy, it can probably wait a bit longer.

Emily has never dated, but she is ... curious. she's seen mortals falling in love again and again across lifetimes and thinks its one of the most beautiful things in creation. unfortunately, most of the Heavenly court either still thinks of her as a child or is too afraid of Sera to approach Emily with romantic intent. She has considered trying to flirt with mortals but fears it would become a conflict of interest with her purpose. Maybe she will get lucky and get swept off her feet by some brave guy... or girl.

Sir Pentious

I have touched on Sir Pentious being a war profiteer in life. He created and supplies many weapons to England and her allies throughout his life. While he never saw battle, he was often asked to consult on various battle plans and strategies which is how he developed the tactical skill for giving orders in combat that he display in the finale. Sir Pentious, Vaggie, and Alastor were the primary contributors to the battle plan.

As a surprise to both himself and Emily, Sir Pentious has retained his 'offensive' abilities despite his transition to Heaven, namely his poisonous bite and talent for light hypnosis. Emily is still rather new to the idea of even needing offensive abilities and has never really given thought to if other mortal souls in Heaven even have the same kinds of powers that sinners do. Food for thought.

One of his greatest regrets in life was that he was desperately lonely. He had few friends and only a few fleeting attempts at romantic engagements. He was often too focused on his work to give his attention to those around him and it drove people away, but being lonely only made him dive deeper into his work. Making his Egg Bois was merely a desperate attempt to alleviate his isolation but they never filled the void of true companionship. (he still cared about them, but more like pets than people, they are soulless afterall). this was why he was happy to put his life on the line and died without regrets, because his time at the hotel gave him the sense of companionship and community he craved all his life.

He isn't particularly... proud of this but his romantic interest in Cherri Bomb actually started because he was spying on her. He had thought her yet another ruffian trying to steal the territory he had claimed, until he used one of his spy machines and witnessed Cherri's habit of (surprisingly competently) re-engineering pieces of his broken tech and using it to design her own weapons. in the early days he would even occasionally drop pieces of equip he knew she would be able to make good use of to further observe her technical skill. what started as a mild fascination quickly turned to admiration and eventually adoration, not that he knew how to express that. He rather looked forward to their fights and banter, even if it often left him with bruises.

before anyone of you degenerate scoundrels think of anything untowards, he absolutely never used his spying equipment for lewd purposes. Sir Pentious is the definition of a gentleman and would never dare to do such a thing.

[gwenniesqueals]

Currently watching 17-06-2025

Ballboy tactics: I am obsessed with these two mains. One is so awkward it's honestly so relatable. The other is so awkward about liking shy boy sometimes, its adorable. "I'm not romantic" then QUIT BEING ROMANTIC. that is all.

I Became The Main Role in a BL Romance: I watched the first season and the first episode, the obsession these two have with each other yet hiding it is so cute. I need so much more.

Boys in Love: I'm so glad we are getting more Tar and Per time, however this episode outside of them was so boring.

Break up Service: Glad they are finally together, but what the shit was that last five minutes of the episode???

Ex-Morning: I need these Tam to solve his issue so they can just be together. Like I have a STRONG feeling they are going to resolve whatever happened and he's going to leave again.

Eye Contact: What even was that episode. Like WTF. I was expecting a cute little show and the boys don't really like one guy but WHAT EVEN. Glad the girls finally got to kiss though.

Oh My Ghost Clients: Still going strong as an unexpected good show.

Good Boy: This show is still serving me bi panic every time I turn around. Literally. Every. Other. Ten. Minutes. May the casting director's pillow be always cold on both sides.

My Sweetheart Jom: If they are going to have rules for the house they need to be consistent... just saying.

Knock Out: I might have convinced my partner to watch this with me lol. They did not close the curtain well enough and if that doesn't come back on them idk what is gonna happen.

I Love A Lot Of You: I might have dropped this show... honestly it was a bit boring for such a good concept. I will try again.

Season Of Love In Shimane: Welp, they've gotten one small conflict out of the way, shall we see how bad it gets now?

The Next Prince: If Khanin keeps being mean to Chakri I might riot. Also was not expecting the last ten minutes, but thank you to the director and camera persons for those camera angles. I personally do not want to see as much of Zee as we did.

I Promise I'll Come Back: Okay, now I am slowly feeling bad for the best friend.

Reset: How is this man still simping for him while he's spouting what would be crazy nonsense off? But also keep it up King.

Revenged Love: HOLY SHIT. So when I read the premise I was like "nah, it won't be for me" but I tried it and I am so glad I did. I LOVE the secondary couple. So much. Everyone should try this show out. Unless you hate snakes. Then I suggest you don't watch it.

Our Unwritten Seoul: This show cannot get any better. It really can't.

Sweetheart Service: I need them to be real boyfriends now. Please and thank you!

My Stubborn: Anyone else think that Sorn hasn't suffered enough yet? No? Just me?

Shows I plan on starting this week:

Suntiny

Memoir of Rati

Shows I finished this week:

Second Shot at Love: Meh, it was okay. I HATE the miscommunication so much.

Tastefully Yours: This show, it did not get any kind of interesting until about halfway through it. I am so sorry, but Yoo Yeon-Seok was the best addition to this show.

[helplessavacado]

Arcane S2 Spoilers below the cut because I have some THOUGHTS

I apologize for the person I will become when this show ends because they are consuming my entire brain rn and I cannot imagine how crazy I'll be when the arcs are resolved

Calling Zaunites animals for attacking a memorial of Piltover's leaders/Caitlyn's mom... and then authorizing an attack on the Undercity's memorial for their leader/Vi's dad. A little bit of a double standard methinks. Just a tad of "it's fine when my people do it." Just a smidge. Caitlyn girl I love you as a character but the hypocrisy and privilege is POTENT and I cannot WAIT to see you get called out for it.

Also everyone was talking about how the JayVik divorce was rushed (which like, fair), but I don't see anybody talking about how Caitlyn's turnaround came out of nowhere. Like I know she wasn't on the best of terms with Ambessa in regards to continuing marshal law but that doesn't negate her quest for revenge and ending Jinx. I just??? I really hope we get a more in-depth explanation in arc 3 because that just felt too sudden. I trust the writers (rare in today's media) but that was very strange to me.

Also unless the orange-haired police officer is plot relevant in the next arc I see no point for her and Caitlyn hooking up other than to induce rage. The scream I scrumpt when that girl popped up on screen was primal because wow Caitlyn you really dumped Vi and decided to screw the Piltover version of Matilda. She wanted a yes-man with benefits and I really thought she was better than that. I am all for women's wrongs but damn.

Ekko. Where's my favorite character. YOU GAVE JAYCE BACK BUT WHERE IS EKKO???????? RIOT CAN YOU HEAR ME????? WHERE IS HE???????????? Heimerdinger is also there BUT WHERE IS EKKO

ANYWAY: JAYCE. JAYCE SHAVE THE BEARD ITS MAKING YOU EVIL. JAYCE. JAYCE WHAT DID YOU SEE IN THE ARCANE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL WAS THAT. I CANT EVEN DEFEND YOU RIGHT NOW MY GUY. WHY DID YOU DO THAT. LET ME SEE THE VISIONS I N E E D TO UNDERSTAND.

Viktor I know you're gonna live because Duh the divorce arc isn't done yet but holy shit PLEASE backhand your ex-situationship for me

I S H A V A N D E R W H A T T H E F U C K. ISHA. WE HAD A HAPPY MOMENT WHY IS EVERYONE'S SOLUTION IN THIS FAMILY SELF-SACRIFICE VIA DEATH AND OR PERMANENT BODILY HARM???????? Sevika with her arm Jinx with the prison bust Vi with her everything Vander with his Also Everything HAVE YOU ALL PERHAPS CONSIDERED THAT A SACRIFICE COULD ALSO BE STRUGGLING THROUGH GRIEF TOGETHER?????

Ambessa. Ambessa when I catch you Ambessa. Singe what the hell my guy.

Mel honey you got this I believe in you. Kick some ass I NEED to see your badassery and new backstory because this is gonna be FUN.

[shadowqueenjude]

No shade to any shippers, but a lot of people act like it's "certain" that Gwynriel's book is next which is very confusing to me. Maybe I'm biased, but I saw a LOT more foreshadowing for Elucien's book than for Gwynriel. There are two points most used by Gwynriels to assert their book is next: 1. "Koschei wanted to meet Az!" And they use this as evidence:

But the entire setup was to trap Cassian. If it was about Az then why exactly did he let Az go? Some Gwynriels also want Koschei in the next Crescent City book. ...why? What purpose would it serve?

"He might be an Asteri!" Even if he is connected, a remaining "Daglan," that just means the acotar characters will later deal with him, not Bryce. I think people also ignore that despite SJM saying "yeah, read acotar if you haven't read it" in her recent LIVE doesn't mean they can't remain independent series. Her website still says you can read her series in whatever order you want. Besides, if Koschei was Azriel's plotline and it was dealt with in CC3, what need would there be for him to have a book? "To set up the crossover!" It doesn't make sense to put Elucien's story after the crossover tho, even if Az and Gwyn play a bigger part in the crossover. Koschei, Beron, and Tamlin are not problems that can be ignored in favor of time-travel and whatever abra cadabra shit is going to be happening in the crossover. The logical solution is to wrap up the current unrest in Prythian, which would allow the characters to turn their attention to other worlds. SJM said her plan for the spin-offs hasn't changed since ACOSF, and she had already been planning Elain's book while writing ACOSF. And let's not ignore Azriel's behavior. I would riot if Az got his HEA before Lucien. And I think Gwyn is well deserving of a HEA but we just learned of her trauma in SF. I'm not sure why people think Elain deserves to be pushed to the background in favor for yet another book she hasn't been able to tell her story since ACOMAF. Her mating bond, her losing Graysen, her losing her father, etc. Gwyn definitely should have her story told but I can't understand why anyone thinks it's MORE important than Elain and Lucien resolving their story. Az doesn't truly know about his bond yet, from a MMC standpoint, he deserves to suffer a little after his bond was introduced rather than him pouting about a bond then getting his HEA right after.

Versus Lucien who has struggled for years now to not have a fulfilled bond with his known mate. Az pouting about a bond while surrounded by friend and family is not comparable to Lucien actually feeling the strain of his bond, having no family and no home and the family he does have always trying to kill him. 2. Azriel had a bonus chapter. Sure, but Elain was heavily featured in both chapters. Nessian had a bonus chapter and didn't get their HEA for years after that. And in the Feysand chapter, it was said: "Let's focus on one sister before helping the other." Nothing about Az. If it was really that obvious whose book is next, why is SJM now radio silent about it? Special thanks to @acourtofthought , you're actually a genius!😂

[idyllwave]

Oki oki, ik the new mydei phainon fic hasn't even dropped yet butttt, I have my speculations

1. Bird reader? Or maybe a dove? (Jing yuan's sparrow)

2. Or is the arrow symbolism for mydei? Since only phainon is mentioned to be the aeon here.

3. If arrow mydei is true, then it means mydei killed y/n. Hopefully he's not an asshole. (Geppie, emperor jing yuan, blade 👀)

4. I think this one would deal with themes of reincarnation too, cuz it sounds like mydei has already killed y/n.

5. Phainon reviving y/n like jing yuan??? I wonder what his powers would be like.

6. Could mydei be a worshipper of phainon or something like an emanator?

7. Biggest theory : phainon blessed mydei to help him in a war or smth since it says "kill his enemies", but y/n ends up swept in the war and dies by mydei's hands, then phainon will reverse time(?)

Did I get it right? Hehe, I guess I'll see

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All in all, dove reader would be super cool!! Like imagine mydei and phainon preening y/n and petting her feathers!!

She'll prolly look like an angel 🤭🤭. Whenever I here 'angel' I think of pure imagination blade 😭😭😭

Oh my bladie, my bladie 🥲🥲

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Since I did a theory for the phainon mydei fic, it's only right I do some for bite. Equality!!

1. Blade becoming part of the undead??? Imagine him becoming one and losing his mind but refuses to hurt y/n and still protects her 😭😭

2. I 1000% think there's gonna be a riot in jing yuan's safe town or some sort of disaster. Maybe a traitor like danshu from the luofu trailblaze quest?

3. Astral express dhil borderline stalking like pure imagination dhil? Just woman's intuition...

4. If y/n ever accepted being apart of jing yuan's safe town, he will 10000% have somebody keep an eye on her and will dote on her. (Not y/n being his sparrow in every fic. Except pure imagination cuz I don't think he ever gave her a nickname)

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Uhm...a couple of question for pure imagination cuz I still can't get over that fic

1. When did jing yuan start crushing on y/n cuz I feel like he popped out of nowhere hitting y/n with the "marry me" and the "surprise muddlefudger" when he kidnapped her.

2. If pure imagination pt 2 is ever made, will what the potion dhil gave to y/n be explained?

3. Does blade want y/n back even tho he knows he doesn't stand a chance against dhil+jing yuan?

4. I think i could find a way to work around the stellaron hunters "employment contract" which seems more like an indentured servant contract by either having dhil threaten somebody with slightly less power than jy like a government official or sone rich foreigner.

5. Or she could bat her lashes at blade and prettily beg for some insider information when she lawyers up with the help of her favorite wallet dhil. He'd definitely fold for her.

6. Why did y/n not accept jing yuan's help even if it was to bait her closer to him (master baiter jing yuan) since it benefited her anyways.

Even though jing yuan was bitching to her first, I would definitely set my grudges aside for that 1 moment. He can catch these hands after I resolve the stellaron hunter slave employment contract issue. Was she that pissed at jy that she wouldn't marry him even if it meant being possibly put into a slave contract?

7. And who tf adds a clause like that to a FUCKING EMPLOYMENT CONTRACT. Stellaron hunters be doing some shady shenanigans.

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I think it would be super cool if y/n ended up with all of them or an au in an au where there's different endings for each love interest, like an otome game.

I imagine blade's ending to be where he came back to save y/n before jing yuan and dhil could give her the potion.

For dhil would be where he finds a way to marry y/n and manages to fend off the stellaron hunters by lawyering up.

And jy would be where y/n does agree to marry him and she would basically be trapped in his bedroom and his arms because the outside world is "Too dangerous" and the "stellaron hunters are on a man hunt for her". This little shit is manipulative af. This ending is so yandere 😭. It's alot like the Niccola ending in piofiore.

Special edition: geppie 🎉🎉🎉

I have decided to take pity on him and grant him this.

For geppie's ending, something where y/n does ask for some money and being wallet no.4 will immediately pay everything for y/n including her rent.

(Wallet no. 1 is jy, 2 is blade and 3 is dhil. Ranked by order of how I think their wealth is)

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I finished the quest the same day it came out, sacrificed some sleep for it but It was worth it!!!

Uhm, ye, I hope your fine too and glad everything went smoothly!! I hope this isn't too long for you to read, if you made it to the end, congrats!! Heres's a cookie 🍪. Have a good lunch break(?) !!! Mwah <3

Luckily for you, the first chapter just came out 🥳

1. Reader isn't actually a bird, but a metaphorical bird. Just there for symbolism. Though, if we are delving deeper to what type of bird...then she would be a mockingbird.

2. Mydei is the arrow!!

3 4 5 sadly i don't plan for there to be reincarnation in this au 😔 (but I'm not entirely sure yet, I'm still deciding...) and mydei hasn't killed y/n yet

6. I don't think mydei would ever worship mydei... it's more of a give and take relationship. Phainon and mydei both have enemies. But mydei has power and phainon needs a human to take out his enemies. So, the two go hand in hand! (So yeah, mydei is more like an emanator the more that I think about it...)

7. Close!!! Phainon did bless mydei, but y/n doesn't get swept up in the war and doesn't die 😌 it's more like ... mydei finds y/n and can't stop himself from looking for her in his downtime. In fact, she was more like ... hidden away 🫣

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Sadly the bird thing is just for symbolism 😔 (but it was tempting to introduce halovians in this au!!!)

Justice for blade !!!

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1. That would definitely be interesting! He just remains by her side 😭 protecting her

2. Trust, nothing bad will happen in jy's city 🗿

3. Dan heng just wants to make sure she stays safe 🥹

3. He can't help it 😔

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1. At first it was just a fascination which quickly turned into obsession. She was something he couldn't have and already belonged to someone else. So when the change happened ... probably when Blade started to get more involved.

2. It will get explained (if pt 2 happens)

3. Blade will always want her back. She's the one for him. Will he be able to have her again? That's another question entirely...

4, 5. If the law doesn't got you, then at least you know that your 3+ wallets got you! 🗣

6. She felt like she was losing control of her life. Dan heng was started to control every aspect of herself and she felt that jy was just another person to trap her to him. She wanted freedom! *attack on titan theme plays in the background*

7. The stellaron hunters got to be thorough, you know?

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If there will be an epilogue then it will probably be with one ending with one character (or two, or all)

Multiple endings to get messy, but maybe ill write one with that in mind for another story...

Justice for gepard lmao, poor wallet #4...

Also *whispers* in pure imagination au, dhil is richer than blade and blade is poorer than gepard 🫣

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I hope i can finish it tonight 🥹

Thanks for the cookie! I always like reading what you have to write! It always brightens my day 💞

[ominous-faechild]

Okay, first of all—GENESIS casually turning his chronic illness arc into villain origin story? Chef's kiss. The man said 'if the system won't heal me, I'll rewrite the system' and honestly? Respect the grind (while also being deeply concerned).

Ohhhh, Genesis grinds...

[hurriedly sweeps up particles of ground-up bones] :>

BUT YEAH! He's a super interesting character because, despite the many atrocities he commits, he genuinely thinks he's doing the right thing. He's working toward the greater good! Who cares if people are getting experimented on now, he'll create a world where nobody ever gets sick! Where nobody's born with 'imperfections'!

And, well, if you don't agree with him?...

[sweeps up more ground-up bone particles] :>

... well. That can be... resolved. :>

And Cricket's whole deal—this poor artistic bug-boy just trying to survive while magic keeps yeeting him into new traumas? I'm EMOTIONALLY INVESTED. The fact that his ADHD humming literally turned into physical bug traits is inspired. Also, the way you've built this world where magic is both a lifeline and a curse? SO GOOD.

Ohohoh, it ain't the magic yeeting him into trauma...

Though, actually! The humming and such isn't what caused the bug traits—that's actually a side product of what I call "his alignment"!

Cricket is naturally strongest with certain types of magic: earth, nature (forestry, animals, and bugs), and "stabilization"-oriented stuff. That's reflective of his earth-nature-order alignment.

Because he's most comfortable with strongest with those things, Cricket naturally gravitates toward those spells, and has strengthened that alignment in the process. Through channeling those elements more frequently, he's been Changed to "more closely match" them.

And, well, long story short: the Changes someone receives is directly related to both someone's alignment and what Changes them—and Cricket most often uses spells oriented toward nature!

Also low-key hilarious that the Wizard Council is out here like 'please stop carving apocalypse runes into your arms, Greg' while Genesis is just [redacted for crimes]

To be fair, lol, a lot more of what they'd maintain is the potential for doing crime with runic magic lol

They'd mostly try to ensure safe practices were held/used/taught for everyone's safeties, try to keep only people with clean backgrounds within the field (let's not talk about how the marginalized are criminalized here...), and mostly do so through the controlled release of tools and information.

They'd more so be the people who set regulations... while simultaneously working to expand on the field themselves. Luckily, they're not corrupted, right? :D

.... right???? :'D

Also, the mental image of Cricket and Genesis ever facing off lives in my head rent-free now. The dropout vs. the guy who became.the curriculum? The bug-boy vs. the walking magical disaster? I would perish. (End the fight with a kiss pretty please lol)

IT'S SO GOOD OMFG

But, as much as Cricket needs it, tbh? Idk if any singular character is going to get the honors of finishing off Genesis. Because bro's made a lot of enemies, and Cricket's... well, Cricket.

(I love you, buddy, but you can't even beat Benji in a fight without runes. You aint doin shit to Genesis.)

Also, it could and would never end in a kiss lol. Not only are both of them straight and head-over-heels for specific women, but Cricket would absolutely despise Genesis for what he's done, and Genesis would look down on Cricket for—I shit you not—"being a failure".

Also, if Cricket's mom doesn't have a 'proud parent of a magical entomology student' mug, we RIOT."💖🔥

SHE DOESN'T KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

(but she does have a t-shirt reading "proud parent of an arcane master" LMAO)

An additional thing about (@ominous-faechild original; do not steal /lhj) runic magic within my writing!

Styluses are essentially the world's early version of wands. They're made to draw runes, but require surfaces to draw on. They always encase—or utilize as the writing utensil—a conduit (an object containing pure magic, ready for use by anyone). After the invention of wands, styluses are often used as "baby's first wand", so to speak.

In other words: styluses become the giant pencil you give a toddler budding wizard for them to begin to learn runic.

For perhaps predictable reasons, artists are often recruited as wizards. Dyscalculia and dyslexia (although not named in-universe) are known to be a particular struggle for budding wizards, however.

Hugo “Cricket” Tinoco from Waves of Misfortune is an example of both. He was sponsored by the Minoguan government to join a runic academy thanks to being a skilled artist, but was eventually forced to drop out due to struggles “recreating” the runes.

(He's got dyscalculia.)

Wands aren't too dissimilar from the tool in Marvel's Doctor Strange that allows them to write in midair. They often resemble the stereotypical image of a wand, and serve as what's essentially a magic pencil that can write in midair.

However, twist: oftentimes, wizards will etch their most-commonly-used spells spells into the sides of their wands. With that, they can then later filter magic through those runes and quickly, easily, and frequently re-use their preferred spells.

Similarly, many more advanced wizards carry around staves—which are essentially larger wands—with larger conduit cores and many, many, many more runic sigils littered across their casing.

While this may seem to (and does, in fact) simplify the art of spellcrafting, there is a risk to relying on previously-etched runes: the caster has to remember where they've put each, or learn to distinguish between them by feel.

Considering the fact that they're often etched as small as possible both to fit more and to keep a possible enemy from seeing what spells you have at the ready... it is very dangerous, indeed, to rely on pre-etched spells. The practice is highly advised against except for master practitioners with several years of experience... and practice.

"Getting a new wand" is also highly frowned upon in this case, because if the caster fails to put their runes in the exact same spots...

Well.

Some "problems" can emerge.

(unlike last time, i've got this pretty solidified in my mind. i just wanted to share because, again, i thought y'all'd find this cool)

[anarchblr]

I remember having a conversation with my aunt during the 2020 riots, she was on the side of —believed in— the narrative of “the outside agitator” —our own city had just had a majorly disruptive upheaval at its center and —politely— asked me about it knowing I supported them; she asked “why?”

I first laid out that, to start, the fact that the news was laying down that very narrative made no strategic sense: why would “outsiders” travel from New York to Chicago; from Chicago to Detroit; From Detroit to Portland; from Portland to Los Angeles; from Los Angeles to Houston; from Houston to Whenever and then back up again; we weren't playing Musical Chairs here! The news just wanted non-protesting residents to feel caged in by what was actually happening to show up in opposition to them ignoring the fact that maybe their very neighbors, friends, and family members had legitimate grievances against the State that only smashed windows and burned up cop cars could express if not resolve.

To this she asked the, very reasonable question imo, “why are people burning down their own neighborhoods then?”

This question makes sense, at face value.

i answered: “Well, everything taken into account, what's being attacked is banks, major stores, and precincts: not peoples houses or parks or libraries; that is to say, not public spaces per se. But even so, if it is their own neighborhoods they're attacking and burning down, we have to consider two things:

either it belongs to the people, and so the people have the right to burn down their own shit because it belongs to them — so what's the problem?

or it doesn't belong to the people so it shouldn't be in the their neighborhood, and they're getting rid of it, so what's the problem?”

either way you cut it, the protest are a legitimate form to express grievances within a proprietary framework, which is where she was coming from.

i stand by this, as an introduction to insurrection, and she came round to my position though, admittedly, half-heartedly given she couldn't find grounds to contradict me without contradicting her own liberal views once i laid the situation as this.

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We did protest like the French are doing now.

I remember.

And we will again.

We need to be able to make our positions understandable and i present this to the general to build on it, as this has served me well since then and hopefully it will help others too.

[lovelyiida]

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CHAPTER 3: STAGES—CHOICES? CHOICES!

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"Ah, fuck, a week off is what I really need, dude," Dynamight grumbles, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and longing.

"Yeah, well, keep working that ass, and maybe the officials will say something," Kirishima retorts with a half-hearted chuckle. They both share a sense of weariness, the weight of their responsibilities bearing down on them.

It's just another normal day for the two pro-heroes, Dynamight and Red Riot, as they tirelessly patrol the streets of Japan. The rhythm of their duties has become ingrained in them, but fatigue has taken its toll, leaving them aimlessly wandering through the bustling city.

As they stroll side by side, a comfortable silence settles between them. The sounds of the city envelop them, a constant hum that serves as a backdrop to their thoughts. It's in these moments of respite that casual conversations often emerge.

"So…" Kirishima begins, his voice trailing off, a spark of curiosity evident in his tone. "How's Ms. L/n?"

Dynamight's exhaustion momentarily lifts, replaced by a glimmer of interest. A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he thinks about her. "She's doing great," he replies, a hint of humor coloring his words. "Busy with her own work, but she's been killing it."

Kirishima nods, his own grin mirroring Dynamight's. "That's awesome, man. She's got the drive and the skills. No doubt she's making a name for herself out there if you refer her to other heroes."

A flicker of pride shines in Dynamight's eyes as he reflects on her accomplishments. "Yeah, she's got that fire in her. Reminds me of when I first started out, you know? Determined, focused. It's inspiring."

Red Riot claps Dynamight on the back, a friendly gesture of camaraderie. "Not giving her hell are ya?" He asks, but Dynamight's shit-eating grin doesn't fault. "Aw c'mon dude! You promised you wouldn't give her a hard time!" he groans punching him in the shoulder.

"Hey, if she can handle a battle why not give her a war?" The hero smiles. "Bakugo, we've lost over five secretaries because you wanna be an ass, just keep this one goddamn it." The redhead spits before quickening his pace and walking before him.

The blonde smacks his lips against his teeth, quickly speeding up the pace before landing a kick against his back. A moment of shared understanding passes between them, a bond forged through the trials and tribulations of their profession. They both know the unique challenges that come with being heroes, the sacrifices, and the rewards that accompany the path they've chosen.

As they continue their patrol, their steps a little lighter, and their weariness was momentarily forgotten, the friendship between Dynamight and Red Riot remains steadfast. They find solace in each other's company, knowing that they can rely on one another in the face of adversity.

With their conversation about you fading into the background, they return to their duties, their shared goal of protecting the city reigniting their resolve. Together, they navigate the streets, their footsteps echoing with determination, ready to face whatever challenges come their way. As they finish their patrol, the two pro-heroes make their way back to their agency, ascending to the 21st floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, they are met with a warm reception from their dedicated team of workers. Kirishima responds with respectful bows and words of encouragement, his friendly demeanor shining through. On the other hand, Dynamight chooses to distance himself, maintaining a stoic and solitary presence. Ignoring the well-wishes of his colleagues, he keeps his focus solely on moving forward.

"Dynamight!"

Hearing his name called out, Bakugo looks ahead to see you rushing towards him, a sense of urgency in your demeanor. Letting out a sigh, he halts in his tracks, waiting for you to catch up. As you slow your pace, he gazes down at your tired figure, a flicker of concern briefly crossing his face.

"Um, I have some papers for you to read. If you can go to your office and take a look at them, that would be great," you ask politely, holding out the documents for him to take.

"That's it?" the hero responds blankly, his tone betraying a hint of annoyance. You glance around awkwardly, feeling a bit out of place under his intense gaze. With a slight nod, you confirm that it's indeed all you need from him. Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly nods and makes his way towards his office, his steps carrying a sense of exhaustion.

Entering his office, Bakugo crashes into his seat with a loud huff, his frustration evident. "Somehow everything aches, yet I'm so fuckin' active," he mutters to himself, his words laced with a mix of irritation and fatigue.

Leaning back in his chair, he takes a moment to collect himself, allowing the weariness of the day to settle. His mind drifts to the weight of his responsibilities, the constant demand to be at his best, both physically and mentally. It's a relentless pursuit, one that often leaves him feeling drained and stretched thin.

With a tired sigh, Bakugo reaches for the papers you handed him. As he begins to review the contents, his sharp focus kicks in, his determination to excel driving him forward. Despite the fatigue and the occasional frustration, he knows that every task, every piece of information, is crucial in his ongoing mission to protect and serve.

Especially the small piece of paper that stood out among the rest, Dynamight holds it in the air, his eyes fixated on the intricately decorated surface. As he averts his gaze from the paper, he locks eyes with you, sitting in a corner chair, typing away on your computer.

"Hey," Dynamight calls out, his voice beckoning your attention. Your trained eyes snap up, meeting his intense gaze. "Yes, Dynamight?" you respond, a hint of confusion lacing your words. A moment of silence hangs in the air as you await his next words, uncertain of why he called for you.

Dynamight waves the paper in his hand toward you, prompting you to stand from your chair and approach him. Taking the paper from his hand, you observe his expectant expression. "Read it," he says flatly, his voice devoid of any enthusiasm. Your eyes travel across the paper, and you begin to read aloud.

"You're invited to the celebration of Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu's marriage—"

"Of fucking course," Dynamight interjects, his tone dripping with toxicity and perhaps a hint of jealousy. You gaze at him with an unreadable expression, unsure whether to continue or not.

"The ceremony is in the fall, if you want to know," you mumble softly, the words barely escaping your lips. "I don't give a damn if it was fucking tomorrow, damn it… throw it away," he says dismissively, waving you away. However, you choose to stay in place, compelled to speak your mind. "I know it's not my place to speak, but I thought I would show this to you because I heard that these were your friends," you say, your voice laced with genuine concern.

Your boss looks at you with a deadpan expression, his gaze piercing through you. "Who the hell told you that?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity. You bite your lip nervously, briefly glancing at the invitation before covering your mouth with it. "Um, Red Riot, sir," you admit, eyes widening realizing the potential consequences of the word you said.

"Sir? What am I, 70?" Dynamight raises his voice, his irritation palpable. You quickly shake your head, realizing your choice of words was inappropriate. Before the hero can further express his discontent toward you or the situation, he lets out a resigned sigh. "Don't listen to a damn thing Riot says. He has a singular cashew for a brain," he mutters, his frustration evident.

You take a step back, processing his words and the subtle vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. Bending down into a bow, you apologize and walk towards the trash can and toss the small invitation in the garbage.

As the hours pass, you diligently work at your computer, stationed in the corner chair of Dynamight's office. Despite the occasional interruptions to run errands or print out papers, you remain focused and dedicated to your tasks. Unbeknownst to you, Dynamight observes your every move, silently appreciating your unwavering work ethic. He can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his own path as a pro hero, realizing that he could never envision himself in your position.

As the day progresses into late noon, Dynamight taps away at his phone, engaged in a text conversation with Red Riot. "So, are we getting a week off or what?" he types, eagerly awaiting his comrade's response. The screen displays the familiar bubble of three dots, indicating that Red Riot is typing. Within a moment, the response arrives: "Hell yeah, dude!" Dynamight can almost hear Red Riot's enthusiastic tone echoing from the words on his screen.

With a satisfied grin, Dynamight sets his phone down, ready to enjoy the upcoming week of well-deserved rest. However, as he looks up from his phone, he realizes that you are no longer in the office. The chair sits empty, the computer screen casting a faint blue glow. Biting the inside of his cheek, he picks up his phone and begins dialing your number, curiosity piqued by your sudden absence.

As the phone rings for a mere moment, Dynamight observes your figure darting into the office, hastily throwing the door open. Your face reflects a mixture of panic and calm urgency as you speed-walk over to his desk. With his mouth slightly ajar, he ends the ringing call, intrigued by the urgency in your demeanor.

With a huff, you slam a handful of papers down and look at the hero. His face remains straight and unreadable. "Anything else you need, Dynamight?" you say, slightly staggered breath escaping your lips. The blonde hero blinks a couple of times, tilting his head as he looks at the stack of papers.

Extending his finger to lift one of the papers, he looks back up at you. "And might I know what the fuck is on my desk, L/n?" he says, his polite tone dripping with condescension. Clenching your jaw, you manage a half-smile. "Apologies, Dynamight! These are your schedules for the next three months. I've strategically organized each event to your liking, be it fundraisers, press conferences, speeches, or office schedules-"

"Even the shitty high school reunions?" he interrupts with a sly smirk. You chuckle at his response. "Yes, I made sure to make those an optional choice for you," you say with a smirk.

Dynamight scans through the papers, his face focused. Suddenly, he slams a particular paper down and points to a specific line of text. "October 16th, that's a Wednesday. Why is there a press conference scheduled on that day?" he questions.

Raising your eyebrows, you lean over to look at the indicated line. "I scheduled a press conference on that day because you'll be accompanying Red Riot to the Golden Hall to celebrate his birthday. When there are many people with similar expertise and professions gathered, it's considered a press conference," you explain with a smile. "Plus, your officials emphasized the need for you to attend more conferences, so… I bent the rules a little," you mumble.

A long pause hangs in the office, Dynamight's eyes fixed on you. "And why should I keep these papers? Couldn't you have just emailed me this as a damn form?" he growls.

"Because you only use your phone on workdays, and even then, you're barely on it. So I figured a printed form would suit you best," you reply calmly. "And what if I lose it? What then?" he retorts with an irritated tone, seemingly upset that you have an answer to all his questions.

As he pays close attention to your every word, he notices your eye twitch.

Letting out a sigh, you place your hands behind your back. "You walk into this office with nothing, so I assume you leave with nothing as well… These papers will be waiting for you safely in a nice drawer upon your return, Dynamight," your tone edges on the brink of scolding. Your boss says nothing, tearing his gaze away from you as he settles back in his chair, focusing on his computer.

"Get out."

Blinking, you slowly bow before making your escape from the seventh ring of hell—Dynamight's office. "Wait!" he yells out, causing you to stop in your tracks. "Yes, Dynamight?" you say wearily. Your boss notices the tiredness in your tone, raising his head slightly.

"Don't come to work tomorrow. Takin' a week off," he says.

"Yes, Dynamight" you say, making another attempt to leave before you were once interrupted. "L/n!" Dynamight calls out for you once more, "Yes?" you say, on the brink of breaking right then and there.

"Rest."

Your eyes widen for a moment, that might be the nicest thing he's ever said you since you started working here. "Yes, thank you...you as well!" You exclaim, soon you grab your computer and push in your chair and rush for the door.

With a slam, Dynamight sighs and stands from his chair "god, that girl." As like every other working citizen in the building he gathers his things and leaves his building. Walking in the secluded garage to his car, he hears rushed footsteps luring behind him.

Turning, he notices his friend.

"Hey dude! mind giving me a ride?" the cheery red head says, Bakugo lets out a deep sigh before opening with the drivers side of the car stepping in. Kirishima gives him a grin before opening the passenger side and throwing his stuff and himself in the car. Starting the engine, the duo zooms out of the garage and onto a secluded tunnel that soon lead to the outside road private from the public to see.

"A whole week off, what are you gonna do, Bakugo?" Kirishima asks excitedly. "Sleeping and ignoring you," the hero replies flatly. Rolling his eyes at Bakugo's response, Kirishima settles into a comfortable silence as they drive. The Japanese sunset bathes his skin in a soft, warm glow, adding a touch of serenity to the moment.

"So… did you get the invitation?" Kirishima asks with a curious tone. "Yeah, not going to Icy Hot's shitty wedding," Bakugo retorts. This earns a groan from Kirishima. "Why not? He's your friend!" Kirishima pleads. Bakugo dismissively responds, "No, he's your friend. I'm just a publicity stunt." The statement hangs in the air, and Bakugo mutters, "Plus, weddings aren't really my thing, y'know?"

Kirishima places his hands on his head, giving Bakugo an irritated look. "Dude, you gotta get out more! Aren't you sick and tired of attending weddings without ever hosting one?" he remarks. This catches Bakugo's attention. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he growls at Kirishima. The red head shakes his head and dismisses Bakugo's anger. "Nothing, Bakugo. Just fucking drive," he sighs aloud.

Bakugo frowns deeply, keeping his eyes on the road. He revs the engine and presses harder on the gas pedal, accelerating the car's speed. Soon, the duo arrives at Kirishima's home. The place exudes a warm and welcoming aura, with signs of life scattered about. Toys dot the lawn, and the sprinkler sprays a fine mist onto the rich green grass. The lawn chairs and picnic table glisten under the sunlight, and the windows emit a cozy glow from the yellow-white lights inside. Bakugo's gaze lands on the mailbox, which bears colorful handprints and the words "Krishma's Rensidance!" etched on the side, written in childlike handwriting.

Kirishima steps out of the car, grabs his belongings, and slams the door. Turning to face Bakugo, he declares, "We're gonna hang out tomorrow! No ifs, ands, or buts!" His toothy smile brightens his face as he waves Bakugo off. As Kirishima makes his way towards his doorstep, Bakugo observes him rummaging for his keys, only to be surprised by the door opening before him.

Bakugo looks closer and sees Kirishima's entire family standing there, welcoming him. His wife holds a baby on her hip, while two toddlers eagerly reach out to embrace the towering hero. Laughter and affectionate words flow from their lips joyfully.

For some reason, Bakugo feels a pang in his chest at the sight. But before he can linger any longer, he looks ahead and accelerates, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Biting his lip, he mutters quietly to himself, "One day."

Maybe one day.

STAGE 1' — money hungry bitch

As Bakugo approaches the voice, he traverses through a gated entrance adorned with lush tropical foliage and tall palm trees, signaling a transition into a serene and exclusive paradise. The path meanders gently downhill, leading him towards the golden sandy shores and crystal-clear turquoise waters.

Upon reaching the beach, he's greeted by a breathtaking panorama. The beach stretches out for a considerable distance, flanked by rugged cliffs on one side and the endless expanse of the azure ocean on the other. The absence of crowds and noise creates a peaceful ambiance, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the natural beauty that surrounds you.

The sand beneath his feet is soft and powdery, inviting you to take a leisurely barefoot stroll along the shoreline. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing soundtrack, accentuating the tranquility of the setting.

A series of strategically placed lounge chairs, sun-beds, and umbrellas offer a place to relax and bask in the warm sunshine. Positioned at a comfortable distance from one another, they provide ample space for privacy, allowing you to unwind and soak up the sun's rays undisturbed.

Towards the edge of the beach, the blonde finds a private cabana or a charming beachfront villa. These secluded retreats offer shade and seclusion, providing a cozy space where you can retreat for a moment of respite or enjoy a refreshing drink while relishing the panoramic coastal views.

The private beach setting in a small coastal area in Osaka, a place where people of high status are allowed to frolic without the eyes of the general public and paparazzi to taunt and disturb them. As he looks over at the cabana he sees a group of men waving near him.

Walking closer, Bakugo turns up a small grin. "Sup, guys," he calls out to his friends Kirishima, Sero, and Denki. The trio greets him with bright smiles and open arms, excited to see each other outside of a rigorous work setting. "Holy shit, we're actually here!" Denki says excitedly. "We've been planning this for months, dude," he beams.

Bakugo sits at the cabana and lays back in the modern white beach chair. Its rich plushness comforts his aching muscles. Laying back with a sigh, he closes his eyes in relaxation. "What've you been up to?" Bakugo grumbles.

"The usual, slaving away for humanity," Sero speaks up, making the three other men laugh. "Nah, but seriously, on the lighter side—me and Mina have been talking, and we're thinking of trying to have a—"

"Don't you fuckin' dare!" The blonde rises up from his seat with a frown, sunglasses tilted from the sudden jolt of energy. "What?" Sero says curiously. "What the hell do you mean by 'what?'" Bakugo mocks Sero's response in a mocking tone.

Kirishima takes a swift sip of his margarita, setting it down, he leans over to pat his friend on the back. "Hey, dude, we're happy for you! I remember when me and Imani started trying for kids. It was kinda hard, but I'm sure you'll succeed quicker than us," he says with a smile.

This makes the blonde groan aloud. "Do you even know how weird it sounds when you say that you're trying to have a kid? You're basically telling the whole world that you're fucking every day!" he protests. This makes Denki frown and shake his head.

"Even though it may seem like that, mature people like us three," Denki points towards Sero, Kirishima, and himself, "know that it's more than just fucking, okay?" he says, extending his tongue out for his straw. He lazily takes a sip of his coconut water.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Like you and Jiro have ever had it hard, Kaminari," Bakugo says, disrespect falling off his lips with ease. This makes the yellow-haired man tilt his head in interest. A frown is present on his lips as he stands from his chair and walks towards the blonde.

"Say that again?" Denki leans towards Bakugo, electric currents traveling from his fists and up his arm. "You heard me," Bakugo growls. "You know we've had two miscarriages, right? That's not so fucking easy to handle!" Denki raises his voice.

Soon Sero and Kirishima stand to hold back the yellow-haired man and de-escalate the situation. Bakugo scoffs and leans back in his chair, the cabana suddenly grown quiet. The laid-back and relaxed aura soon turns tense and cold.

"Y'know, Bakugo, you seriously need to grow up," Sero cuts through the tension. "You can't live every day like it's high school. We're grown men with our own problems—"

Sero's words make Bakugo sit up once more. Taking off his sunglasses, the trio is met with his angry red eyes. "And I'm supposed to care about your problems?" he says. "Yes! You are because we're friends!" Sero yells. Bakugo rolls his eyes and nods his head lazily. "Yeah, whatever."

"No wonder no one wants to settle with your brute ass," Denki says. "You're stuck in this narc peak-high school era! You're turning 30 in a couple of years, wake up!" Denki yells.

The tension in the cabana thickens as Denki's words hang in the air. Bakugo's jaw clenches tightly, his fists balling up in frustration. He looks at Denki with a mix of anger and hurt in his eyes. The words hit a nerve, and it takes a moment for him to gather himself.

"You think I don't know that?" Bakugo's voice is low and laced with bitterness. "You think I don't know I'm stuck in some fucking time loop, reliving the same shit over and over again?" He stands up abruptly, knocking the chair backward. His friends take a step back, startled by his sudden outburst.

"You all act like you've got it figured out," Bakugo continues, his voice shaking with raw emotion. "I can't just fly out to the States and marry some foreign supermodel like Kiri, and sadly, like every single one of us, our youth was taken from us. All the burden was on me to save the country back then!" he yells. "So no, I couldn't shack up with my high school sweetheart like none of you guys either!" He yells.

"But I'm still here, still struggling to move forward, still haunted by the past. And you don't think I want more? You think I don't want to change?"

There's a moment of silence as his words hang heavy in the air. Sero, Kirishima, and Denki exchange glances, the weight of their friend's pain sinking in. Kirishima takes a step forward, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Bakugo, we know you've been through a lot, and we're here for you. But you have to let go of this anger, this bitterness. It's holding you back."

Bakugo's expression softens for a brief moment, but then hardens again. "Easy for you to say," he mutters under his breath. Denki takes a step forward, his tone earnest. "We're your friends, Bakugo. We're not here to judge or belittle you. We just want to see you happy, to see you grow and find peace."

Bakugo's shoulders slump, his anger starting to fade away, replaced by a weariness. He looks at his friends, their expressions a mix of concern and genuine care. "I… I don't know how to change," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kirishima steps forward and places a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "It's okay, Bakugo. Change takes time, and we'll be here with you every step of the way. We'll help you find your path, but you have to be willing to take that first step."

Bakugo's gaze shifts between his friends, a mix of emotions playing across his face. Slowly, he nods. "Alright," he says, his voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I'll try… for you guys."

His friends offer him warm smiles, their support evident. They gather around him, offering words of encouragement and understanding. In that moment, Bakugo realizes that he doesn't have to face his demons alone, that he has a support system he can rely on.

As the tension eases, the cabana fills with a renewed sense of camaraderie. Bakugo knows that the road ahead won't be easy, but with his friends by his side, he feels a glimmer of hope. And for the first time in a long while, he starts to believe that change is possible.

Sero leans over to take a shot of his drink, slamming the small glass down. He lets out a smile and exclaims, "Change starts right damn now!" Stepping over towels and drinks, Sero places his hand on top of Bakugo's head and ruffles his hair. "Feast your eyes, young fellow, for there is an array of choices to feast on!" Grabbing the blonde by his jaw, he forces him to look out of the cabana.

Bakugo squints as the bright blue sky crowds his vision. Looking around, he sees many people outside enjoying their day, including women of various heights, tans, and complexions. "Dude, are you serious?" Bakugo says flatly. "Fuck yeah! I mean, unless you don't swing that way…there are guys here too, I guess," Sero says. Bakugo shoves the black-haired man off him with a grunt.

"Shut the fuck up!" Bakugo yells. Sitting back down in his seat, he looks up at his three friends, who all look back with shit-eating grins. "I don't swing that way!" he reiterates. The three back off with 'okays,' as Bakugo looks out of the cabana once more and sets his eyes on a particular woman.

"There! She's hot!" Kirishima says, and as Bakugo looks at the woman, he can't help but agree, at least from a distance. "Go up to her, talk to her, and get to know her. Then boom! Get her number, and you're in it for the long haul!" Kirishima says confidently. Bakugo shakes his head and grabs his water to take a sip. But before he can, Kirishima snatches it from his hands.

"No, no, no! Here," Kirishima gestures to the corner of the cabana. Crouching down, he reaches into the mini cooler and pulls out a rather long bottle of clear liquid. Grabbing a shot glass from on top of the cooler, he cracks open the bottle and pours a hefty amount, some spilling over and dampening the warm sand. Standing up, he cautiously walks over and hands Bakugo the shot.

"You'll need it," he chuckles, making the rest of them go into a fit of laughter. "You know I don't drink," Bakugo says before taking the glass to his mouth and drinking the sour liquid with ease. A burning sensation overtakes him. Bowing his head down for a mere moment before clearing his throat, he raises the glass and flips it over, showing that he's done.

The trio screams in triumph, grabbing him by the feet. Bakugo smiles as he's soon pushed out of the cabana. "And don't come back until you get her number!" Kirishima says. Soon, Sero and Denki grab hold of the ropes to the curtain entrance and close it shut. On the other end, Bakugo can hear the trio giggling like little girls.

Bakugo stands outside the closed curtain, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He looks at the woman Kirishima pointed out, her beauty undeniable even from a distance. A mix of nerves and determination fills him as he walks towards her.

As he approaches, he can feel his palms growing sweaty. He clears his throat, trying to find the right words to say. The woman looks up at him with a curious smile. "Hey there," Bakugo says, his voice coming out a bit rougher than he intended. "Mind if I join you?"

The woman's smile widens, and she gestures to the empty seat beside her. "Not at all," she replies, her voice warm and inviting. Bakugo takes a seat, feeling a surge of confidence.

The woman standing before Bakugo appears to be in her mid-20s, radiating a youthful energy and a sense of confidence. Her long sandy blonde hair cascades down her back, styled in a high ponytail that mirrors Bakugo's own hairstyle. The sun's rays catch the golden strands, lending them a natural shimmer.

Dressed in a vibrant purple bikini that accentuates her curves, she exudes a carefree and beach-ready vibe. A matching floral cover-up is tied around her waist, swaying gently in the ocean breeze. Her sun-kissed complexion boasts a healthy glow, complemented by an array of freckles that sprinkle across her cheeks, adding a touch of charm and playfulness to her overall appearance.

As Bakugo's gaze meets hers, he can't help but feel captivated by her dark blue eyes. They hold a glimmer of curiosity and intrigue, as if she is equally interested in getting to know him. Her eyes convey a sense of depth, hinting at a vibrant personality and a story waiting to be shared. In that moment, time seems to slow down as they lock eyes, creating an unspoken connection between them.

"So, what brings you here?" Bakugo asks, his tone awkward yet filled with genuine curiosity. The woman smiles, amused by his slight discomfort. She lifts her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, her dark blue eyes fixed on Bakugo's intense red gaze.

"Nothing special, really. Just enjoying myself and trying to meet new faces," she replies, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. Her response intrigues Bakugo, and he nods his head, shifting in his seat to face the bar while still stealing glances at her.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Bakugo continues the conversation. "So, what do you do? Not just anyone is allowed to be here," he chuckles, prompting a giggle from the woman. She takes another sip of her drink, her eyes locked onto his.

"Well, I'm actually just a friend of a friend. She's the one who got me in here, so technically, I'm just an ordinary person," she admits, punctuating her statement with a nervous chuckle.

As their conversation progresses, Bakugo starts to notice something. The woman seems to be ordering more and more drinks, far exceeding what she had when he first arrived. As their conversation nears its end, the bartender returns with the bill.

With a frown, the woman raises the bill to her face. "Cash or card, ma'am?" the bartender asks. "Oh, no, he'll pay for it!" she chuckles, casting a small, sly grin in Bakugo's direction. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as her words sink in.

"Uh, no, I'm not—"

"What?" she interrupts, her tone flat and almost offended. "You're a pro hero. I'm sure you can handle paying for this." She slides the bill towards him, expecting him to oblige.

Bakugo slams his hand down on the bill and pushes it back towards her. "So, that's why you talked to me? Because you wanted a couple of free drinks?" he says, his voice tinged with clear frustration. The woman rolls her eyes in response.

"So, are you going to pay for the drinks or not?" she says, her tone demanding and expectant.

"Money-hungry bitch," Bakugo mutters under his breath. With a huff, he stands up from his seat and heads straight back to the cabana, leaving the woman behind.

Bakugo's frustration grows as he realizes the woman's true intentions. He clenches his fists, trying to control his anger. He can't believe he fell for her act and wasted his time on someone who was only after free drinks.

He storms back to the cabana, needing some space to cool down. The sound of the music and chatter around him fades into the background as he seethes with disappointment. He trusted her enough to engage in a conversation, only to be used for her own benefit.

As he sits in the cabana, he reflects on the encounter. He should have been more cautious and not let his guard down so easily. It's a lesson learned, a reminder that not everyone has genuine intentions.

Taking a deep breath, Bakugo decides to put the incident behind him. He won't let this one encounter ruin his evening. He reminds himself that there are plenty of other people at the party, and he can still enjoy himself.

With renewed determination, he stands up and heads back to the lively atmosphere. He joins a group of his friends and engages in conversation, letting go of the negative experience from earlier. Bakugo focuses on enjoying the rest of the night, surrounded by people he trusts and values.

Although disappointed by the woman's behavior, Bakugo doesn't let it define his evening. He learns from the encounter and moves forward, ready to make the most of the remaining time at the party. As he goes over to his friends, one of them pats him on the back, not even asking what happened while he was gone.

"There's always more fish in the sea…"

STAGE 2' — blabbermouth

As Bakugo sits across from the woman in the VIP lounge, he can't help but feel a growing sense of frustration and disappointment. Her monologue continues unabated, and he finds himself struggling to stay engaged in the conversation. Her lack of interest in getting to know him or even asking about his own passions and experiences becomes increasingly apparent.

He tries to interject, hoping to steer the conversation toward something more balanced and engaging, but his attempts are quickly overshadowed by her relentless chatter. It feels as though she is more interested in hearing her own voice than in connecting with him on any meaningful level.

Bakugo's mind begins to wander, his thoughts drifting away from the conversation at hand. He starts to question his own decision to venture into the dating scene, wondering if finding a genuine connection with someone will prove to be an impossible task.

Unable to endure the one-sided conversation any longer, Bakugo gathers his courage and interrupts the woman mid-sentence. "Look, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I was hoping for a more balanced conversation," he says, his voice tinged with a touch of irritation.

The woman's smile falters for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. She takes a moment to process his words, seemingly caught off guard by his candidness. After a brief pause, she offers a sincere apology, realizing her own self-centeredness in the conversation.

"I'm sorry," she says, her tone softened. "I didn't realize I was dominating the conversation. Let's start over and take the time to learn about each other. I genuinely want to get to know you."

Bakugo's annoyance eases a bit, appreciating her willingness to own up to her mistake. "Look, you're you're a great girl, but I gotta bounce."

"You're a hero, I get it," she responds, and he lets out an awkward chuckle. "Yeah, duty calls," he says flatly. Standing up, he heads for the door, making his way to his car. He speeds off, feeling the need to vent his frustrations to his friends.

In a flurry of angry texts, Bakugo rants about the encounter he just had. He lets out his frustration, seeking support and understanding from his buddies. Their replies offer words of encouragement, reminding him not to let one bad experience bring him down.

With each message, Bakugo's anger subsides, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and reassurance. He knows he can count on his friends to boost his spirits and help him navigate through tough situations.

Driving down the road, Bakugo's focus shifts from the negative encounter to the positive relationships in his life. He looks forward to hanging out with his friends and enjoying their company. Determined to make the most of the evening, he leaves the frustration behind.

As the city lights whiz past, Bakugo's mind clears, and he immerses himself in the present moment. He embraces the excitement and energy that come with being a hero, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

STAGE 3' — yandere

The next date arrives, and it turns out to be a complete disaster.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you. Trust me, you have no idea," the girl says. They are sitting at a nearby restaurant, and the hero looks at her, sensing her eagerness.

"So… you mentioned that you do hero work. What kind of hero work do you do?" Bakugo asks, attempting to initiate a conversation.

"Oh, well, I happen to know a couple of heroes personally, and I've been following you around for some time now. I've been meaning to finally meet you—" she starts, but Bakugo interrupts, feeling uneasy.

"You've been following me around?" The blonde becomes increasingly uncomfortable in his seat upon hearing her words. She starts to stammer, looking nervously at the floor and then back up at him.

Suddenly, her hands slam loudly on the table, drawing attention from nearby tables. "Dynamight! Katsuki Bakugo! I'm in love with you!" she blurts out, her voice filled with intensity.

Bakugo's eyes widen in disbelief as the girl's confession hangs in the air. He sits frozen in his seat, unsure of how to respond to such a sudden and intense declaration. The atmosphere in the restaurant grows awkward, and he can feel the eyes of other diners on them.

"Uh… what?" Bakugo manages to stammer, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and discomfort. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a wave of unease wash over him. This is not at all what he expected from this date, and he's unsure of how to handle the situation.

The girl's face turns bright red, and she covers her mouth with her hands, as if regretting her outburst. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to say it like that. It's just… I've admired you for so long, and I thought maybe we could have a connection. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Bakugo takes a moment to collect his thoughts, trying to find the right words to respond. He can sense the sincerity in her words and recognizes that her emotions have gotten the best of her. Despite feeling caught off guard, he doesn't want to hurt her feelings.

"Look, I appreciate your admiration, I'm flattered really," Bakugo says, his voice firm but not unkind. "But it's too soon for me to reciprocate those feelings. Let's take things slow and see where it goes."

The girl's expression shifts from embarrassment to a sight of disappointment. She nods, her eyes downcast. "I understand," she murmurs softly. "But I really do love you."

Bakugo offers a small smile, trying to alleviate the tension. "Um, Yeah…" Looking towards his left he spots a restroom. "Hey, you don't mind if I hit the stalls right quick eh?" he asks. The woman across from him, head hung low.

"But I love you."

Eyes going wide, he soon leaves from his seat and cautiously heads for the door and speeds off.

STAGE 4' — acceptance

So just like you, Dynamight derives from the same misfortune of dating in his 20's being absolutely shitty.

Following the next Monday, Bakugo strides into his office, feeling refreshed and energized. He settles into his chair behind the desk, surrounded by reminders of his heroic achievements. The room is adorned with trophies and mementos, a testament to his unwavering dedication to protecting the city.

As he gazes out of the large windows, Bakugo's red eyes reflect a sense of contemplation. Thoughts drift back to the words spoken in the cabana. They hold a truth he can't ignore—finding love has been a challenging journey for him. While his friends effortlessly find their partners, his life has been consumed by battles and the responsibility of safeguarding countless lives.

Memories of his high school years flood his mind, the weight of the city and country pressing upon him during the war against the League of Villains. It was a time when his determination burned brightest, but it left little room for personal pursuits. The demands of his heroic duties offered no respite, no chance to indulge in leisure or explore romance.

In his youth, he dreamt of finding that special someone, of experiencing a deep connection. Yet, as time passed and his heroism took center stage, those aspirations faded. His ambition burned hotter than the desire for companionship, and the pursuit of love lost its allure in the face of his unwavering dedication.

Now, sometimes he might have a one-night stand here or there. But it's only to subside his manly urges. But besides that, he was completely alone. With the only thing surrounding him were the stole cold trophies and awards.

But his train of thought was cut short.

"Good morning, Dynamight! How was your break?"

The hero watches as you walk in, your attitude more chipper than usual. A warm smile cascades across your face as you set a couple of neatly organized papers on his desk. As he eyes you, he notices a striking difference in your appearance.

Instead of your regular bleak all-black attire, you decided to spice things up. You're wearing a black dress shirt with a matching loose sweater and a pencil skirt. His eyes waver down and, wait, are those heels?

The hero can't help but admit that you look good.

"Fine, you?" he asks, but instead of getting a response, he looks up and sees you in the corner of the room texting with a smile on your face. As you finish texting, you place your phone in your bag and look back at the hero.

"Great," you say with a smile, but suddenly your phone rings and your face is glued back to the screen. With a sigh, the hero tends to his paperwork, but he's puzzled by the sight before him.

"Sauna date??? Movies??? Take him home???" is written on the paper. "Mr. and Mrs. L/n? What the hell?" Dynamight mumbles in confusion, the paper still in his hand. His eyes tear from the paper and back to you.

"L/n." "Yes, Dynamight?" You ask, currently occupied sneaking a good morning text to your date. Dynamight sighs and rubs his temple with his free hand. The blonde began to think to himself:

So everyone is just shacked up but me huh? "Strike two," he says with a cold tone.

Eyes snapping up from your phone your face is puzzled, you find your boss holding a piece of paper. Looking closer you grow warm in embarrassment. It was a random loose leaf paper of writing—words consisting of you having your date last name and next date ideas scattered all over it.

"It's a strict policy we have here…keep your romantic endeavors outside of work, you of all people should know that." He says, voice stern and strong he stands from his chair and walks close to you.

As he looks at you, he eyes you down and starts to look at your features intensely. From your batting eyelashes to the shine in your pupils. Every mark, freckle, or scar adorned on your face was taken into sharp notice.

"I'm sorry, Dynamight… it won't happen again," you say softly, feeling a mixture of guilt and embarrassment. Dynamight looks at how you look like a deer caught in the headlights, snapping from his thoughts he takes the paper, crumpling it up and shoves it into your palm with a dismissive gesture.

For a moment he thought you were cute. "Right," he says coyly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. Without another word, he turns and walks away, and you instinctively follow suit.

You both make your way down to the basement of the building, where a private parking lot reserved for top employees and heroes awaits. The sound of your heels clicking against the polished gravel reverberates in the air as you quickly catch up to Dynamight's wide strides. As you look ahead, you notice a chauffeur stepping out of the driver's seat of a sleek, black luxury SUV. The chauffeur promptly walks over to open the door, extending a hand to assist you and the pro-hero.

As the hero takes his prideful steps into the car, he was in deep thought. Thinking about a conversation he had in the cabana:

"What about L/n?"

The hero shakes the emerging thought from his head in an instant. Looking over, he notices you looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts. Watching how the Japanese sunrise hits your skin and pours into your eyes. Lips pursed and eyes relaxed as you throw yourself deeper in thought. Biting your lip you look back down at the papers in your hand

But soon, you glance up from your work, meeting Dynamight's gaze in a brief moment of eye contact. The young hero didn't know what to feel when his eyes met yours, but before he get lost in your eyes. You pull your gaze away can return to your work.

For a moment Dynamight thinks to himself that maybe he should try and get to know you, he realizes that from most of his secretaries, you seemed more tolerable than usual.

"So… who's the guy?" Dynamight breaks the thick tension in the air, causing you to pause from your typing and look at him with a rather shocked expression. "I'm not permitted to tell you that information, Dynamight," you say, maintaining a professional tone. The pro hero rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with your response.

"Fuck the rules, I'm your boss," he retorts, contradicting himself with a hint of frustration. You swallow nervously and shift your gaze to the window, observing the bustling city of Japan at such an early hour.

"I met him during my week off. He's a good guy, and we're attracted to each other–"

"That's it?" Dynamight interjects with a snort, and you blink, trying to restrain yourself from showing your irritated state. "Well… I'm not exactly comfortable discussing my personal life in detail," you respond politely, hoping to defuse the tension. However, as you glance over, you notice Dynamight giving you an unamused look. He soon adjusts in his seat and leans his head back, signaling his disinterest in further conversation.

"Whatever," he says dismissively, the hero soon shuffles in his seat and leans his head back. Closing his eyes he tries to think of anything else but his mind travels back to the conversation he had in the cabana.

"What about L/n?" Kirishima says, his curiosity piqued.

"No fucking way!" the blonde responds, his voice filled with disbelief. "Who is L/n?" Sero and Denki say simultaneously, their interest now fully sparked. Bakugo looks over at his friends, his intense gaze silently pleading for them not to say another word.

"L/n, Y/n L/n. She's the new secretary," Kirishima says with a mischievous grin, unable to contain his excitement any longer. As he speaks, the duo's eyes widen with intrigue. The mention of a new arrival in their midst always manages to stir their interest.

"Dude, another one? They just keep dropping like flies," Sero chuckles, his amusement evident in his voice.

"Nah, man, this one is staying, I swear," Kirishima retorts confidently, pouring himself a drink as he settles into his seat. He takes a moment to savor the anticipation in the air before continuing, "Like hell she is," Bakugo mutters under his breath, his arms crossed and an air of defiance surrounding him.

Denki gazes at his friends, his curiosity piqued. "Well, which one is it? Is she staying or leaving?" he asks, unable to contain his eagerness for more information.

"Bakugo doesn't want to admit it, but she's good at what she does," Kirishima states with a mix of admiration and pride. "She has this attitude that I've never seen before. She reminds me of how we all used to be at UA— young and a ball of determination and confidence waiting to be popped," he boasts, his voice filled with nostalgia and fond memories.

"Plus, she's got a nice swing to her ass… and I'd tap that if I were you—" Kirishima continues, but his words are abruptly cut off by Bakugo's fierce interruption.

"Enough! Please!" the blonde's voice echoes through the cabana, a mix of frustration and embarrassment evident in his tone. He had hoped his friends would steer the conversation away from such personal matters, but it seems they were determined to tease him relentlessly.

"She sounds like a hoot. I'd say go for it," Denki chimes in, raising his glass in a toast to support his friend's potential romantic endeavors. His mischievous grin hints at the mischief he envisions unfolding.

"I mean, I think you should go for it too," Sero adds, his voice laced with playful encouragement. "And what's the worst that can happen? Just fire her," he suggests casually, taking another sip of his drink.

Bakugo leans back in the beach chair, his mind now abuzz with a mixture of thoughts and emotions. The words of his friends swirl in his head, tempting him to consider the possibilities. He contemplates the impact this new secretary might have on his life and the potential adventures that lie ahead.

Soon he feels a jolt pushing his side to side, opening his eyes he sees you. Face content and cold, "We're nearing your destination Dynamight." You say, gathering your things you hand him papers. The hero kept his gaze on you for a moment before looking down and shuffling the papers, mumbling to himself.

I'll think about it…

You thought you were getting closure from the cliffhanger lol, nah...

Pulled this out of my literal ass, so this might be the last chapter you're getting out of me for a while LMAO (not to long tho stay seated).

Finally getting back on my zoom and writing more! I have so many ideas to share with you, I'm so fucking excited to share them with you all!

— 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 ❤︎︎

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[one-piecee]

#ONEPIECE1047

Chapter title: The Skies Above the Capital

We start the chapter off with Momonosuke still struggling to produce flame clouds to hold Onigashima up, but Kaido getting beaten just means Onigashima is falling faster and faster which means time if of the essence... the he gets a flashback of when his mom sent him and Kinemon to the future:

Imagine having to tell your 8? 9? year old son that he needs to leap TWENTY years into the future so he could save your people, and forcing him to leave behind his mother and his sister, after his father just died... the more we see of Momonosuke, the more he is manifested as one of the best developed side characters of Wano for me. And speaking of well-developed side characters...

KINEMON.

OH MY GOD KINEMON.

THIS LITERALLY MADE ME SOB

Momonosuke-sama!! Think about your mother's feelings. This is the land of the samurai; when one suffers a great failure here, their life is usually forfeit. No man should question the resolve of a woman who speaks with such conviction. Nothing could be more shameful.

+ Can't you give us that chance`? I would do anything to wield my sword for you, my lord.

Kinemon is so underappreciated in this fandom, he really gave his all to protect Momonosuke while pretending to be his father, all to avenge and save him and his country for Oden. He is an amazing character.

THEN WE CUT TO LUFFY THROWING THUNDERBOLTS AT KAIDO

Literally grabbing lightning and swinging it at him

this fight is just SO GOOD and SO GOOFY, like Kaido swings at Luffy and sends him flying so Luffy

grabs onto the lightning to send himself back ??? He's so funny but also he's so smart

Then comes the hot debate of the week

So what Kaido is saying, is that Roger (who had no DF!!) conquered the seas and trumped over anyone because of his Haki, and that unless you have a strong Haki you can't wish to beat anyone. Now this has been, IMO, been taken out of context because basically

(1) We know this already. A really strong devil-fruit isn't enough to become the pirate king, and there are several fighters (Shanks, Mihawk, Garp, Zoro, Sanji etc.) who have no DF but with great Haki. This however does not mean that just because you do have a strong Haki you can defeat anyone, or that it's always Haki > DF in terms of fighting

(2) On the other hand, yes, Haki increases your chances of "conquering the seas". It was literally stated at the beginning that all the people at the top of the new world posess a great Haki ability. Basically all the topshots have haki, but not all of them have a DF because that's not necessary.

Anyways, so Kaido swings at Luffy and hits hard, but Luffy keeps holding onto him (and "giving away his position") when Kaido does this attack:

Let's talk about it. Death Destroyer, or Daitoku Myôô - At the bottom right corner it says "Another one of Buddhisms wisdom kings. He is known for besting the god of death, Enma"

What does this mean? Okay, bear with me. Kaido literally does not die, we know that. Even killing himself doesn't work, so it makes sense that this is not a coincidence. Using an attack named after a buddhist king who bested the "god of death"? Besting the god of death, besting death itself. So if Kaido were to die during this arc, it would make sense for him to die at the hands of Enma-- you know where I'm going with this but I'll stop before getting called a ZKKist. LMAO.

We'll move on before I start ranting-

WHY IS THIS PIECE OF SHIT STILL ALIVE AND IF DENJIRO DOESN'T KILL HIM ILL RIOT THATS THE ONLY THING ILL ACCEPT? LIKE DENJIRO HAD TO FOLLOW HIS EVERY WORD FOR 20 DAMNED YEARS IF HE COMES AND KILLS HIM ILL BE SO HAPPY PLEASE

And also remember when Kaido said "haha dumbass ur lame uve got a strong devil fruit haha who cares my haki is stronger" so LUFFY SAID BET

YOURE SAYING HAKI OVER DEVIL FRUIT?

HOW ABOUT BOTH

This is actually the largest surface we've seen covered in Haki, he is literally bigger THAN THE ENTIRE ISLAND OF ONIGASHIMA HE IS OVER 1000M TALL????? OH MY GOD

AND THEN HE SAYS HEY MOMONOSUKE ONIGASHIMA IS IN THE WAY!! MOVE IT!!

HE IS SO COOL???? MOVE ONIGASHIMA??? HE'LL LITERALLY PUNCH ALL THE WAY THROUGH IT MOMO NEEDS TO MOVE IT

And he's so precious, I know you've got this-

Amazing chapter once again, next week is ch 1048 let's go!!

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

liveblog: bnha/mha, vol. 6

we left off with getting confirmation that endeavor's a shitty father, sad. the sport festival being "won" by kacchan, and midoriya resolved to find a way to use all might's power in his own way.

ch. 45

midoriya getting praised by strangers on the train

iida!!!!!! my son

aizawa: today is special day; a couple of the students: let it not be law; let it not be a quiz

aizawa: you can choose your codename; class: HELL YEAH

shouto and kacchan have the majority of interest for the nominations! it's so fuckin skewed like they would definitely be the ones to fuck up the bell curve hahaha

4123 - 3556 - 360 like WOW

midoriya isn't even on the list haha. the lowest person is sero with 14 haha

"the name of the sparkilig hero: 'i cannot stop twinkling.'"

i hope this whole chapter is straight comedy because i feel like everyone in class 1-A could come up with some killer names

red riot! i like that. and froppy is cute

i'm gonna have a hard time remembering kirishima and... kanashima? because their names are too similar in my head

i'll get it i'm sure

sero calling himself cellophane - good. sometimes you don't need to mess with a good thing

shouto going with just his name!!!!!!

fumikage going with tsukiyomi!!!!!

mineta with grape juice which, honestly not bad

kacchan: "king of explodo-kills"

i know you have more style than that kacchan

iida's brother wants to pass on his name to iida. guys i have tears in my eyes. iida doesn't feel ready for that yet, so he just went for his own name. iidaaaaaaaa

midoriya went with deku as his hero name!

kaccahn: wtf; uraraka: proud smile

a last minute nom for midoriya?

ch. 46

i love midoriya's little notebook

love this list of offices the kids can train at: eye form, morning glass, woman gene, uwinga(?), cardog, molotov cocktail, locked n loaded, kal-el, endeavor

either the author just put some shit on the page; the translator decided to translate whatever was in japanese to a bunch of nonsense because that's the idea; or those are real offices in universe and we're looking at a grat list of how the government wastes money

uraraka: "how many more possibilites would open up to me if i were stronger! if all i do is stay in my comfort zone, my options will be far more limited!"

an inspiration

midoriya got nominated by gran torino, all might homeroom teacher!

all might's reaction haha. love when the dtrongest guy you know is terrified of someone

iida chose to go to the normal hero office. wonder what that menas

midoriya letting iida know they're friends and he can talk to them if he needs to :')

i don't remember his name, but gran torino is reminding me of the sage frog in naruto

ch. 47

info on venom-dude!

"a quirk that can grant quirks"

HELL YEAH LET'S GOOOOOOOOO

midoriya - sir i might hurt you since i don't have full control of my power

gran torino: like i give a shit?? let's go!!

all might is the ninth inheritor of 'one for all'! nice to know

gran torino: "your feelings of admiration for and sense of responsibility to all might have become fetters. shackles."

gran torino: "you need to get stronger you say? while tha tis true, neither time nor your enemies will be so kind as to wait for you to get stronger."

oh did iida choose the hosu office so he could track down 'slain'?

slain: "you want me to rub shoulders with some childish temper tantrum? what sense is there to bloodlust without a cause?"

valid

so, the leader behind the villains association is trying to get shiragaki to face himself...

ch. 48

kacchan is working with a dude in the full denim outfit, belt around his nose as well. dedication

heroes work on commission? intersting

a megaman reference!!

midoriya, my son, i love you

wha tthe fuck does his taiyaki self-reference remind me of...

...

OHMYGOD IT REMINDS ME OF YUURI AND SAYING HE'S PORK KATSUDON

ch. 49

midoriya has 5% power all over his body! time for gran torino to test him!

slain: "in order to accomplish anything you need a creed... a mind!"

slain has shiragaki cornered!

shiragaki: "a conviction? a creed? i ain't got nothing so dramatic... though if i were forced to say.. it's all might... i wanna crush the society where that trash is set up so high and mighty to the goddamn ground!"

what does shiragaki have against all ight? did all might not guide him home one night?

slain: "those at death's door always express their true colors."

ah so slain is related to hosu, which means that iida's brother was incapacitated there, which is why iida chose that office - got it

iida is resolved to destroy slain!

ch. 50

iida's guide: "heroism mustn't become mere vigilantism"

slain: "the title 'hero' should only be permitted to those who have acheived great undertakings! there's too many of them... counterfeit 'heroes' who worship the almighty dollar!"

i shouldn't be surprised but there are more venom-dudes! so, i guess i'll start calling them 'nomous' then since that seems to be the proper name for them all, and not just the one

"great senpai"... is shiragaki talking about the dude in the screen?

oh you know what would be cool and would explain his intense hatred? if shiragaki was supposed ot have inherited one for all! and maybe tthe previous successor was supposed to have taught him, but that didn't happen for some reason!

it was mentioned that all might knew the previous holder, and that they were friends, so maybe???

oohhh slain's name is actually stain whoops

IIDA TAKING ON HIS BROTHER'S NAME NAD MANTLE: INGENIUM!!!!!!

ch. 51

endeavor?!?!?!

so shiragaki had to ask for the nomous, and the dude in the screen granted him 3 out of 6 as "a learning experience"...

IIDA YOU TELL STAIN HOW GRAT YOUR BROTHER IS!!!!

stain laying down words of wisdom nice

which of course not only fall in line with his own character about having a creed and wanting to take out fake heroes, but also perfectly mimics the advice iida got fromhis guide about not letting heroism turn into vigilantism

hello midoriya!

ch. 52

this chapter marked the one year anniversary of bnha!

iida saying midoriya's moves are just like kacchan's an he's RIGHT!

shouto!!!!

ch. 53

oh stain's quirk not only deals with blood, but is based on blood type as well? cool

i really like when people find different ways to use a power

more specifically when they find limitation. it would've been asy to have stain have control over blood, period but by limiting his power's effects to blood type, you still cover all your bases, but you create a fun distinction

oh AND there''s a time limit on it! even better

midoriya is such a great character aahhh

ch. 53.5

best jeanist controls fibers! that's fun.