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Uncovering the unreleased Far Cry 5 in-game Encyclopedia

Aside from the places that still exist in the game, I also found a few that don’t!

Part 5: Cut locations

In the files, each location on the map has a code. Thanks to location-specific Gun For Hire comments (found in a document that DanaDuchy shared here) and other information available in oasisstrings, I tried to find which code corresponded to which location. That took me some time because I had to take my companions to several places to see which comments would be triggered, find those comments in the files, and look at the associated location code. Sometimes, I even had to go find and hire new fighters who had the “right voice” if I knew they had something to say about a place I wanted to identify! When I was done matching all in-game locations with codes, I realized there were more.

The code looks different depending on how important the place is. For example, Fall’s End is D2_HERO_01, the Baron Lumber Mill is H5_MEGA_01, and the 8-Bit Pizza Bar is E5_POI_08 (I suppose “POI” means “Point Of Interest”). That helped me find which code was which location, but in the case of deleted content, also gives information on how big the place was supposed to be before it got cut.

Using NPC comments, as well as deleted notes and other information available in oasisstrings, here are the cut Far Cry 5 locations I could find and their description in the unreleased encyclopedia (or at least what I can hypothesize about those places).

You can read the oasisstrings file here. Pictures from this encyclopedia were also extracted and posted by @xbaebsae here.

(Below, for clarity, “RF” means “Resistance Female” and “RM” is for “Resistance Male”, which are the characters’ names in the files)

Fumaroles (F5_POI_03)

A hole in the planet's crust that belches steam and gases. According to Montana Parks and Recreation officials, fumaroles are not portals to hell.

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

RF1: "Took a field trip here once. Don't remember anything about this."

RM1: "Damn, look what they've done to this place."

Hurk: "Daddy calls this the Devil's Asshole because it smells so bad."

Old Lakeside Camp (E6_POI_05)

Probably some good memories were made here under the stars.

Pilgrimage Footbridge (E7_POI_01)

Located on high cliffs and above water, it's a part of Faith's pilgrimage. Not for the faint of heart.

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

RF2: "Wonder how many folks they've already forced to march over this bridge. Makes me sick."

RM2: "Please let's not cross that footbridge."

High Cave (F7_POI_01)

A cave that is high

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

Jess: "Check out that cave. I used to smoke tons of weed in there when I was a kid."

Western Radio Tower (code unknown)

A large aerial tower used to transmit and boost radio signals.

Abandoned Motel (D6_POI_01)

(no description found)

There was a note called “Abandoned Motel note”. Its content is unknown.

Shooting Range (F5_POI_06)

(no description found)

There was a note called “Shooting Range note” that said, “Grace Armstrong should own this.”

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

Hurk: “Whoo-ya, let's fire off some rounds!”

MX Trail Head (D4_POI_06)

(no description found)

There was a note called “MX Trail Head note”. Its content is unknown.

Boulder field (E7_POI_02)

(no description found)

There was a note called “Boulder field note”. Its content is unknown.

Bob’s Gun Shop (G5_POI_07)

This one is interesting because it looks like it wasn’t completely cut but rather turned into another location with a new code: the Can of Worms Fishing Store (G4_POI_01). Look at the picture associated with the location (see link at the beginning of the post), compared to a screenshot I took of the Can of Worms Fishing Store:

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

RF3: "Never fished outta here, myself."

(Unnamed location) (E4_HERO_01)

(no description found)

I didn’t find the name of this place, but it’s the one I’m the most curious about. The code says it’s a “HERO” type of location, which suggests it was probably important since, in this category, we also find Joseph’s Island (as a whole), Dutch’s Island (as a whole), John’s Gate, Seed Ranch, Fall’s End, the McKinley Dam, St. Francis Veteran’s Center, the Wolf’s Den, and Sacred Skies Youth Camp.

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

Nick: "I think my mic's on. ...The button's stuck... C'mon."

Sharky: "Did you know doctors used to finger blast women here when they were hysterical? I wish I was a doctor."

Grace: "I don't know much about this place. It's new to me."

Jess: "Fuckin' loonie bin. Always gave me the creeps."

Adelaide: "Can you think of anything scarier than places like this? Gives me the willies."

Hurk: "This is where I come to score chicks, man."

These comments, especially what Sharky, Jess, Adelaide, and even Hurk say, make me think it could be a psychiatric facility, possibly for women only. I really wish I knew more about this!

(Unnamed location) (J3_POI_01)

(no description found)

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

Nick: "Ugh. I hate seeing crashed planes. They look so much better in the sky."

This one could have something to do with the “Mayday” Prepper Stash, but I took Nick to that location and could never trigger his comment...

And that’s pretty much all the interesting things I found!

There were a few more “orphaned” codes that simply appeared in oasisstrings but for which I didn’t find any information. There was also this description:

The Forbeth family has loved the Father's message since day one. These people were told to prepare for the Collapse and abandoned their home.

Since the Rotten Mill (Joseph’s Island) apparently didn’t have a description yet, it could be for this place, but it could also be for another, deleted location.

Finally, it seems the Elk Jaw Lodge used to be called the “Bear Jaw Lodge”, and maybe there was a place called “Killburn Farm”, but maybe it was also one of the current in-game locations’ former name.

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

Welcome to my 1000 followers celebration! I don't even know how so many of you decided to follow me and give me support throughout these few past years. This is crazy enough as it is but honestly can't get my head down from the clouds sometimes. This blog has become one of my safe places, even though sometimes there are things I wish I hadn't seen, and all of you make it that way. I don't know how many of the thousand still interact with my blog and how many are just there, but I really do appreciate every single one of you. If I could I would message every blog following me.

I wanted to do something a bit more “me” I guess. Seeing that this blog started just for incorrect marvel quotes (literally in the name) I decided that you should be able to make your drabbles/oneshots/series based on an incorrect quote that I have posted. I thought it would be fun, but I did give the option of regular prompts and some fun AUs are listed below as well. Most prompts and AUs have been found on Pinterest.

If you don’t want to participate, please consider reblogging! It might give others a chance to maybe escape their writer’s block as writing challenges have often done for me!

Rules:

Send me an ask or message with which incorrect quote/prompt you are using. Please make sure to add it at the beginning or bold it.

If you are not participating, can you please reblog for signal boost? I would really appreciate it. 

You can pick an MCU character. You can also do any MCU ships, but no incest like Th*rki or St*rker. 

Use any of the incorrect quotes or prompts written below

Two people per prompt/incorrect quote

Three prompts per person and one incorrect quote per person

AUs are completely optional (but definitely encouraged)

It can be a drabble, oneshot, or series

Warnings must be given properly. Any warnings that you may have missed, I will let you know and please do add it. In addition to this, I will not be accepting any dark!fics and/or any rape or anything of the sort. If you want to run something by me, by all means go ahead. 

Deadline: October 14th, 2024

Lastly, please tag me @incorrectmarvelquotesss and add the tag #loveys1kcelebration

Incorrect Quotes

“When you close both of your eyes, you see darkness, but when you close one you see nothing.” / *closes one eye before reopening it* / “Did you just wink at me, you big flirt?”

“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill am now I shall die upon it.” / “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

“Why are you still here?” / “Because I care about you, you asshole.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” / “Bullshit. I have never loved myself, but you? Oh god, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“So, what do ya think? Good idea, right?” / “Whatever floats your titanic.” / “The titanic sank.” / “Yeah, just like your IQ did when you came up with that idea.”

“I’m so hot.” / “Yeah, you—” / *moves to stand in front of the fan* / “—I mean, yeah. It’s hot in here.”

“Stop doing that.” / “Doing what?” / “Saying things that make me want to kiss the hell outta you.”

“You’re so hot.“ / “Okay?” / “I’m falling for you and so is my zipper.”

“Where are you going?” / “Hell, most likely.”

“Stop yelling at me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you!” / *starts yelling louder* or *stops yelling*

Other Prompts

“Lean on me.” / “For support?” / “Yeah, why else?” (@marvellingdaydreams)

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

“There’s a bullet in you. You got shot. I can see it.” / “I can feel it.”

“I want you to come if you can.”

“Stay away from her/him/they. She’s/He’s/They’re mine.”

“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”

“I hate that you’re so mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”

“Just date already! Even the cat/dog want you to date at this point.”

“Half of this city wants you dead.” / “Wow. A month ago, the whole city wanted me dead. Things are looking up.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You’re drunk.” / “I’m still sober enough to kill you darling, so don’t push your luck.”

AUs (optional)

“You’re overdue on this book and I really want it so I’m tracking you down” AU

“When you told me your name I thought you were joking so I made a joke and started laughing before I realized it really was your name and now we’re stuck in awkward silence while I figure out how to apologize” AU

“You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think I’m cute” AU

“I was just getting my laundry done but then I saw you putting in what seemed like a bunch of clothes stained in blood so now I’m kind of terrified of you” AU

“Our pets banged and now mine is expecting so I should probably get to know your name and figure out what we’re doing because this isn’t cheap” AU

— masterlist —

Different Escape Plan - Steve Rogers By @nekoannie-chan

Things Are Looking Up - Brock Rumlow By @nekoannie-chan

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July, 17th

just woke up and i already feel that tightness in my gut

guided by my lack of funds, the air i share, and crafts i want

i been here 2 almost 3 and what is there to show? everything.

‘20 stamped, made my wave then parked the amp, saw the politics and rants

one word for all that jawin “champ”

‘21 i had some fun, met a girl, chased the sun.

found some friends ain’t really none. Gas lights, bag pipes, rumors, and more. Fog lights, txt fights between you and your board. I’ll admit… i dabbled, my ego was lit. but once again, i never hurt nobody. and she thanked me for the dick

‘22 now im geeked. all the hate was on me. cause they love to play stupid, and then prescribe your problems with no PhD.

them PPP loans got some of y’all seeing fuzzy. How you hate me when i’m glowing, but loved the me that was bummy? Nappy fro and a smile, a nose for survival, a will to push on, and my poise comes from trials

I haven’t dropped a song ‘cause when i speak in person nowadays it get shut down. Im the type that likes to get to the bottom of things, you know figure em out. and if the problems me! im more than happy to resign. but my ghost is still lingering while my bodies been away for a whole year…. so it can’t be me this time.

Stand firm on what you want for you. They’ll take it. even if not right away, they wanna shake you cause THEYRE shaking. My CONFIDENCE has been identified as arrogance so many times. by so many people. who’ve had so many things to say. about everything. except their own little (lies) lives.

I talk big. I am big. I see big. I work hard. I eat right. I live this.

sorry if i made you feel small. it was never my intention. Im the one couped up in the house while you party wit your friends… shit

Im the one that they talk about when that stench hit (right) You know like when your face tenses up and your jaw bone drop to where ya neck is?

Next year, the trees’ll show their fruit. next year , a this time, i PROMISE you’ll find proof.

i plan on being mist to you. You, the one who swears they’ve got the answers but missed a clue. Mist.

Ill water you, but sparsely and with grace. but im burnt. tired. lonely. with no one to reciprocate.

Fuck what you heard. fuck what they think. know what you know. because ironically the only place i feel safe, secure, and understood nowadays is alone.

I’ve got issues. trust issues. daddy issues. mum issues. addictions. traumas from religion and tongue signals.

“If you do that you’ll burn in hell.” still gets me rattled

God, if you love us so much… and are love, why’s every fucking day a hate filled battle

I am not your punching bag. I am not your therapist. im just a good friend when love becomes imperative. but… honestly, i don’t feel y’all, what’s the difference between pleasure, and pain? the sensation. but one doesn’t exist without the other. so when you see me exercising the latter keep that on your brain.

And find it yourself. Im not your cheerleader.

If you fuck wit me I fuck wit you. If you need my time and i’m available, i will be there.

But to be under valued, and under appreciated is something i’m off…

i’ve tried to teach care, but when i’m talking they talk so…

idk where i’m headed but i’m sure it’ll be great

because i am… and i know that now. everything they’ve said on the web they’ve never said to my FACE

even when my ass got knocked out, he was frozen until i turned away…

you can have it… this side of this states problematic. helping people who don’t want to help themselves… you’ll find yourself in a casket. Might as well just help yo self, like an adlib.

They Love you then they hate you then they love what you do for em but won’t credit you because that’ll be them admitting that you boosted them. i’m tired man. i’m tired.

Get me the fuck outta here

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I literally wrote the most ridiculous Brittana fic for AO3 and I couldn't be happier 😂

Fanfic writers be wild

Congrats!!

If you want you could tell me what’s it’s called and I’ll try find it and share it, we should all support fanfic writers they really do be doing God’s work ✨

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1D + Solo Songs: Radio Requests via Mediabase and Twitter!

Radio play is extremely important in terms of promo, and two important ways of requesting are via Twitter and Mediabase. It can be a bit tedious to do, and there’s so many stations throughout the US, throughout the world, that a list of a dozen stations is such a narrow focus and can be spammy, which isn’t the most beneficial. So...I’ve tried to make things easier by randomizing and streamlining requests into as few clicks as possible! 

I’ve made some improvements to these generators, so let’s recap, shall we?

Twitter Request Generator: randomizes stations and tweet text using this set of data. Handles multiple songs, countries, and languages. Additions can be submitted here. While the tweet text is randomized, it’s still a good idea to try to personalize it a bit, especially for countries where there aren’t many variations of tweets. May not work on connecting to the twitter app on your phone, but should be fine in browsers.

Mediabase Request Generator: randomizes stations using this set of data. Automatically polls stations and updates the songs that stations have added daily. Includes a summary tab so you can see how many stations have added each song and a history list of changes. You must use a US VPN, and you can submit multiple songs in one request. Automatically handles selecting the song vs a write-in vote depending on if the station has added the song you’re voting for.

Both request generators allow linking directly to the options, such as the country for the twitter generator, or which songs are selected on the Mediabase generator.

When a new song is released, all it takes is adding a row to the Songs tab in the data sheet. Nothing else has to be updated! (This makes Becca very happy! 😄) No more having to wait for me to set everything up again, just start requesting!

Please let me know if you encounter any issues or have any suggestions on how I can improve these generators (or something new). I want these to be as useful as possible for the fandom!

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Homeless

October 1st, 2021.

I lost my grandmother sept 23rd. She gave me a home while I cared for her and my mother. I lost my mother last year the day after mothers day due to covid.

With my grandmother gone, I have no where to go. Im unable to work and in the process of getting disability, but that can take months if Im even approved. I need help. Im mentally ill, Im terrified of whats going to happen to me. I dont have many friends near me and they cant take me in. I cant go live with my dad cause hes also currently homeless, living with his sister who also wont take me in. Plus my dad is currently fighting cancer. Im gonna need help with affording storage for my things. To afford period products. Possibly help with affording my phone cause its my only link to my therapist and other resources that are trying to help me currently. I also have a cat thats been my emotional support. I cant lose her.

Im waiting to hear back from someone about section 8, and I found an apartment Id like to get.. I just cant afford it right now.. Please, if you could even donate a 1$, it would mean the world to me. Signal boost the hell outta this. Im so terrified. Here is my paypal: canamochi@yahoo.com I’ll give any info wanted. I can do updates. Please help.

[stardusttrashed]

Crushing

Word Count: 2k

I racked my brain, trying to think of why I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the class sweetheart. I should’ve been focusing on math work in front of me. It was easy enough that I could’ve completed it in my sleep. Instead, my eyes were focused on the girl across the room who busied herself, helping others and making idle conversations. 

My eyes roamed over her figure as she leaned against Deku’s desk. Somehow she made our boring uniform seem like something you’d see in a magazine. Or at least I think so. I’ve never been one to read through fashion magazines or anything. I tried my best to hide my snarl as she giggled away at something Deku said. 

I’m not really sure when it happened or even how. She’s so annoyingly kind and bubbly like a walking ball of sunshine that always manages to get in the way. She’s always rushing in to protect people, even if that meant putting herself at risk. She’s a complete idiot. 

“Yo, Earth to Bakugo,” Kirishima snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, pulling me out of my trace. I blinked several times as I tried to refocus on the paper lying on the table in front of me. “Everything alright? You’re usually done with classwork by now.”

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, “what? Are you my mom now?” I rolled my eyes as I finished up the last of the assignment. I heard Kirishima grumble something before following suit. We worked quietly for a few moments as the voices of everyone else filled the space.

“Someone is grumpier than usual today, eh,” Y/n giggled quietly, plopping herself down on the empty seat next to me. She scooted closer until she could prop her elbows up on my desk. She gave me a fake pout, “is it cause I didn’t come talk to you first?” Y/n looked me up and down with a smug smirk that made my stomach feel weird. 

I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face just so I could stop feeling like this, but all I could manage was a low growl and an eye roll. “In your dreams, idiot. You’re worse than hair-for-brains.” 

“Aw, I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all week,” she continued to tease. “At this rate, he’ll join movie night for sure!” Kirishima’s laugh followed her joyous giggle. The dopey look she gave me never wavered even as I mumbled ‘idiots.’ 

I could feel Kirishima’s eyes shift back and forth between her and me, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing something. Before I could say anything, the bell signaling that class ended rang. 

“You are coming to movie night, right,” Y/n asked as I started packing up. Her voice was softer than usual, almost like she was nervous. 

I shook the thought out of my head. She was always the first one to stand up to me or challenge me. While the other people in our class would hesitate, she would hear me yell and laugh it off with some comeback. It was irritating, but I guess that’s why I… tolerate her more than the others. 

“Tch. I’ve got homework.”

“So do I, dummy, it’ll probably only take an hour or so. Plus, it’s the weekend.”

 Everyone had left the room already, leaving me and her alone in the room. My palms grew increasingly sweaty as my stomach did flips again. With a huff, I pulled the strap over my shoulder and headed out the door. I could hear her scrambling to get her stuff together before her rapid footsteps sounded off behind me. 

“That’s tough. I outta kick your ass.” 

My eyes wandered down to her lips as she spoke, catching the way she tried to chew back a cocky smirk. “In your dreams, pipsqueak,” I scoffed. 

“I’ll kick your ass anytime anywhere, sparky.” Y/n stopped in her tracks and shoved her pointer finger into my chest. “In case you forgot, you don’t scare me.” The cocky smirk firmly planted on her lips drove me crazy. It made my stomach flip, and my mind go hazy. 

Without thinking, I swatted her hand away and stalked off. “If it’ll make you shut the hell up,” I called behind me as calm as my nerves could let me say. “I’ll come to the damn movie night.” 

Hours had passed since I last saw Y/n, but she hadn’t left my mind since. She made it hard to do homework. Assignments that should’ve taken me 30 minutes at most took me an hour thanks to my mind constantly drifting off to think of her. I had no idea what was wrong with me. 

My phone pinged, pulling me from yet another drawn-out thought about Y/n. I checked my phone to see it was none other than Y/n herself.

Y/n: In case you haven’t heard yet, Kiri canceled movie night.

I wanted to be happy to hear that I didn’t have to go to some dumb movie night anymore, but instead, I felt disappointed. I had spent all this time preparing myself to hang out with the crew. Well, if I’m frank, I was preparing myself to hang with Y/n. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent her a quick reply.

Movie night doesn’t have to be canceled.

Y/n: ?.... Are you offering to host a movie night?! What have you done to my precious Katsu?!?!

My lips curled up into a small smile as I read her reply. “Her precious Katsu.” I don’t know why those three words made me feel warm, but all it did was egg me on further. 

If you want to make a big deal about it I can say nevermind. 

Y/n: Stop being an idiot, I’ll be over in an hour

We had spent plenty of time alone together, more than I can count actually. She always seemed to talk me into studying together or being her sparring partner. As much as I’d hate to admit it, she’s even got me to go to the mall with her... and the others. However, something felt different about this time, I couldn’t quite explain what though. 

Time couldn’t seem to pass fast enough as I waited. I wiped my hands on my pants and checked the clock. Only ten minutes had passed. A sigh escaped my lips followed by another ping of my phone. 

Shitty Hair: Told everyone I couldn’t host movie night tonight. Maybe you and y/n can hang ;) you’re welcome

I scoffed as I read Kirishima’s text. He could be a complete idiot sometimes, but for once he might be onto something, not that I’d tell him. I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone on my bed. How’d he know that I would like hanging out with her alone instead of with everyone else? Well, if I was being honest it was more than just liking hanging out with her. I liked her company more than the others, she's even my favorite sometimes. I like h…. I cut that thought short as I walked to the bathroom to shower. It doesn’t matter how I feel about her, I don’t treat her any different from anyone else. 

My mind flipped through the various words I could use to describe my feelings for her, avoiding any sappy like words, but none seemed to fit. I finally settled on ‘tolerate’. I knew it wasn’t quite the word I was looking for, but it was the closest I was going to allow myself to admit. 

I had barely pulled on my sweatpants when a soft knock echoed through my room. A rush of nervous panic rushed through me at the sound. I hurriedly put on deodorant and hesitantly sprayed some cologne on my sweats. 

“Katsuki, you there-” Y/n started to ask, quickly cutting herself off as I opened the door. She flug her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her in a hug. I wanted nothing more than to put my hands on her waist, but instead my hands stayed at my sides, getting sweatier by the second. 

“Hey there,” Y/n said gleefully as she finally let go of me. “Oh-” her eyes roamed over my body, “- I, uh, you smell good.” The slight tint on her cheeks gave me a little boost of confidence. “Is that a new soap or something?”

I couldn’t help the smirk growing on my face. “What? You go around smelling me now? Tch. Weirdo.” I glanced down as she playfully hit my chest, taking in the spandex shorts that clung to her thighs. I caught myself staring before she noticed and stepped aside so she could come in. 

“I hate you sometimes.” She walked into my room like it was her own, plopping herself down on my bed. She kicked off her shoes before making herself comfortable. “Did you pick a movie yet? Also can I borrow a sweatshirt?”

“Why do you need a sweatshirt when you’re sitting on covers,” I scoffed as I grabbed a shirt.

“Cause I don’t want to mess up your bed dummy.”

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the bed, the shirt still in my hands. “Move over idiot.” I climbed onto the bed, sitting next to her. “Should’ve brought your own sweatshirt then,” I grumbled as I lifted my arm closest to her. I shrugged off her curious look, “you always call me a heater, so I.” I trailed off as the nerves began to get the better of me.  Before I could put my arm down she leaned into my side. I let go of a tense breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding in.

Having my arm around her just felt right. Her touch set my skin ablaze, but I cou;dn’t think of anyone else I would rather hold. A comfortably awkwardness fell over us as we both shifted in silence, trying to get situated. 

“Katsuki, do you like me?” Her question took me off guard. “Sorry, probably should’ve asked better. I just- I have to know, y’know. I wasn’t sure about coming over cause watching movies alone together just seemed too much like a date.” Her voice wavered as she continued to obviously nervously ramble. “It’s fine if I’m wrong. It just Kiri is convinced that you like me.” Her small scoff tugged at my heart.

There it was. The word I was avoiding, but already knew. Like. Yeah, I guess I do like her. I’m not sure when it started, but I’ve liked her for a while now. Everyday she always seemed to find another reason to make me like her. Even now I could find at elast a dozen more reasons to like her. But liking her meant being soft and vulnerable. It’s scary. I suppressed the urge to deny what she was saying, allowing her to continue her train of thought.

“I dunno, I figured he was just saying it to make me feel better about, well, about me liking you-,”

“You like me?” I couldn’t help it, the words left my mouth in a raised tone before I could stop them. 

Y/n looked up at me for the first time since she started talking with the same dopey grin I always seemed to catch her staring at me with. “Yes sparky! I’ve been flirting with you for forever now! Geez, for someone so smart in class, you’re pretty dumb.”

I crashed my lips down onto her’s clumsily. I wanted to wipe that nerve wrecking smile off her face, but for once she left me speechless. So I did the next best thing. And man, she was better than any dream. Y/n wasted no time in returning my affections, her lips hungrily matching mine while her hand found an resting spot on my chest. 

“Will you shut up now?” Out of habit, my anger covered for my embarrassment. 

Y/n giggled quietly, completely undeterred by my outburst, “about getting Katsuki tough guy Bakugo to like me and admit it?” She pretended to think. “Not a chance,” she chuckled, kissing my cheek. 

“Shut up! I didn’t admit shit!”

“You totally did.”

“That’s it! Get out, movie night is over!”

Y/n’s laughter filled the room like sunshine as she shook her head in protest. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

She was right. Against my better judgement she stayed until morning and even some nights after. For the next couple of months we would take turns sleeping in each other’s rooms, far too ‘tired’ to go back to our own until the next morning. I still can’t remember when I started liking her, but I know when I finally officially confessed to her and when I promised myself I wasn’t going to stop. It took a lot, but it felt good to finally tell herthat I like her. Sure, I got called a total softie by her for a solid week after, but they way she almost teared up when I told her made it worth it. Well, that and the kisses that followed.

[talk-to-the-mercs]

"...Been distracted by their current issues. At the very least, I'm curious. The fact they want DNA," sigh, “frankly, as long as those numbskulls keep from wiping those mercenaries out..."

> The second person appears to be further from the microphone. Their voice is barely a mumble compared to the crisp sound of the first.

“And if ...[unknown]... they... [unknown]?"

"Trust me. We have the resources, we're waiting for... The right moment, if you will."

"..."

"Hm."

"Edith, would you mind fetching the signed documents from the server room? I'd like to look over them one more time... Yes, thank you."

> CLICK.

> Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

"My my... This has been entertaining for you, hasn't it?"

"You aren't here for me. So why not take a seat? Grab a coffee, have some popcorn, enjoy the show!"

"Here, I'll even be so polite as to give you a boost... Let me change that channel for you."

[REMOTE COMPUTER ACCESS STATUS = TRUE]

[REDIRECTING . . .]

[TRANSMISSION REDIRECTION

SUCCESSFUL]

[BEGIN TRANSMISSION]

Engineer: Aw, hell...

Miss Pauling: [hurriedly] What? What is it?

Engineer: The transmission’s jumpin’ all over the place. The signal’s a bit shakier now that we’re outta the base, but I think I’ve got it settled now. Just gotta attach the wire, and we’ll be all set.

Miss Pauling: [relieved] Oh...okay, alright. Sorry, I didn’t mean...I just...

Engineer: Still riled up, huh?

Miss Pauling: Yeah...

Engineer: This horse ain’t gonna be buckin’ for long, hon. Worst case scenario, we’ll haveta have a few quiet casualties. Best case scenario, we’ll sneak out the back...

Scout: Y’know what? I look pretty freakin’ good with a tattoo. Drives the chicks wild, doesn’t it? Lookin’ all manly and junk...

Demo: Yer anchor is upside down, ya dolt!

Scout: Oh yeah? Your face is upside down!

Sniper: [chuckling] Ladies, ladies...you both look smashing.

Scout: Shut up!

Engineer: [murmuring] It’s nice to know some things never change.

[END OF TRANSMISSION]

@tf2strategist

[musingsofamanicbutterfly]

Gonna ask anyone who follows me to please signal boost the hell outta this.

I work in the Emergency Ops Center in a little known place called Lafourche Parish in Lousiana. I like to say we’re “the toe of the boot” of the state. And we have been absolutely DECIMATED by Hurricane Ida. Cellular and landline communications are still down. Electricity will be down for weeks if not months. Water is undrinkable. Generators are running out of fuel. First responders are exhausted.

We are the home of the Seafood Industry and a critical part of the Oil and Gas Industry.

We FEED AND FUEL AMERICA.

A lot of people in Lafourche and Terrebonne Parishes (our state’s version of counties) felt really left out of the news broadcasts like we didn’t matter. So with the little bit of cellular coverage I’ve been blessed enough to have as I travel north to move our technology infrastructure, I’m posting this for all of us.

Dear Rest of the United States,

Hello! It’s the people of the southern tip of Louisiana. You might not know us, hell you probably have never heard of us, but you know of our contributions to the great City you love to come visit. You see what most of you don’t know is how much of New Orleans made up by the surrounding areas. Let us break it down to you sha. It goes a little something like this….

That amazingly fresh lips smacking seafood you come here to fill your bellies with…. That came from the Bayou Regions.

That unforgettable sweet tea you drank three glasses of in one sitting… the sugar used to make it just right was harvested from the fields and factories in the Bayou Regions.

The Zydeco music you dance to the early hours of the morning, well baby, that originated from the Cajun people of, yep, you guessed it the bayou regions

The okra that made your gumbo over the top with flavor…. That came from the bayou regions (have you ever seen okra fields in the middle of the city??)

The file used to make your gumbo thick thick… mon cheri that comes from the sassafras trees that grow… in the bayou regions

All that ice cold Abita beer make you want to fais do do (dance) until your shoes fall apart… well my baby, that comes from the bayou regions

THE RICH FOOD YOU SEE ON EVERY MENU ACROSS THE UNITED STATES “CAJUN PASTA” “CAJUN RICE” “CAJUN SO AND SO” that didn’t originate in New Orleans. Oh no baby, that was passed down from generations and generations of the Cajun people that SURROUND New Orleans.

That bartender that makes your drink just right and has an accent that you can listen to all day… they drive to work EVERYDAY from the bayou regions surrounding our city.

Some of your favorite celebrities and athletes you love and watch and support their careers still have families in…. The Bayou Regions

The chef you praise that makes that perfect jambalaya, well cheri, their grandma, grandpa, aunts, uncles, cousins, sons, daughters, and everything about them comes from….. Come on do I have to really say it again….THE BAYOU REGIONS

LISTEN UP CHILD…..

We love our great city and all it does for the surrounding areas, but ya’ll need to know what the surrounding areas do for the city! We are thrilled that the city is getting what it needs to survive and thrive and bring ya’ll back to visit and have a good time. BUT THE BAYOU REGIONS NEED HELP!

OUR PEOPLE ARE SUFFURING. OUR PEOPLE GOT HIT THE HARDEST AND NEED THE MOST TO RECOVER.

I AM CALLING OUT CELEBRITIES, NEWS STATIONS, POLITICIANS, INFLUENCERS, ANYONE THAT HAS SOME CLOUT. PLEASE BRING AWARENESS TO AND DO BENEFITS AND CHARITIES TO HELP OUT THE PEOPLE THAT NEED IT THE MOST. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE THE AREAS THAT MAKE OUR CITY WHAT IT IS. FOR WITHOUT THESE AREAS THE CITY YOU LOVE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.

[astra-musings]

catch a break, part 2

requested? yep, continuation of a request by @faithiebrock01​

this fic includes: owen grady x ready, fluff(?), ooc? kinda? lots of question marks today

warnings: some graphic imagery, the indom kinda uh eats a person so there’s that, but i don’t think i got too much into the details so,, also im pretty sure my grammar and tenses are all over the place in this lmao

summary: chaos. that’s... kinda it. a lack of understanding and a great deal more of underestimating a genetically-engineered animal’s intelligence and abilities definitely creates a mess that you can’t even begin to clean up.

a/n: so... my last update was... apparently a month ago... im SO sorry... covid really fucked me up, it got IB exams cancelled and idk how to feel! im sorry! but uh i will definitely try to be more consistent (ahem) with updates, i feel so bad oh no but 🥺please still give this lots of loveee

word count: 1.8k+ (oops)

part 1 // part 1.5

masterlist

Your body involuntarily tensed upon entering the Indominus's enclosure. You were looking for an entire dinosaur (which, when you think about it, was weird; how did something that enormous go missing?), and yet couldn't help serenity that bubbled inside you from being in a forest and submerged in nature's sounds. Talk about conflict.

Owen immediately walks over to the claw marks, hands reaching out to trace over the whitened cement. If you didn't actually know him, you might've called him excited to be here. You knew he wasn't.

You'd only been standing in the heat for a few minutes but could already feel your clothes gradually dampening with the sweat that started to gather. "How the hell would that thing have gotten out, anyway? Not like it could've walked out without anyone seeing it."

Barely a second passes before the too-familiar sound of rustling leaves comes from behind you. Too far to be something on the ground. Too crisp to be just a few leaves you stepped on. And much too loud to be just the wind. Owen's shoulders tense visibly before he turns back to you, already trying to make sure you were close by.

Your eyes meet his in silent confirmation. It's still here.

Right before the warning signals from your brain can reach your limbs, a roar rips through the jungle-like enclosure, so deep and so loud that it vibrates in your ribcage, as though you stood too close to the speakers at a party and someone was playing bass-boosted hits.

Owen reacts before you do, grabbing your wrist and turning the other way. Your legs move on their own accord, stepping into a sprint before your brain actually registers what's happening. 

The security guard that was frozen stiff in the control room must've been keeping an eye on the two of you with the cameras while you were in the enclosure, because the reinforced gates a few feet away from you started sliding open. You only hoped you had enough time to slip through the opening before the Indominus did.

But just as you and Owen closed in on the gates, they started to close again. Owen throws the briefest glance back towards the control room, as if the guard could hear the nearly audible 'what the hell?' his face was giving off. You push the wrist he was holding towards him. Keep moving.

Adrenaline fuels your bodies, steering you and Owen on autopilot towards the gate that, at this point, seemed like it was moving further away. The gap through which you’d escape wasn't getting any wider either.

Owen reaches his hand out, extending his form, as though he was holding open the doors to an elevator. As if it would stop hundreds of tons' worth of metal and cement.

Your ears ring. Owen's body slips swiftly through the still-narrowing gap of the metal gates as his grip on your hand tightens almost painfully. A reminder that both of you were going to make it out of that enclosure. I've got you. You're with me.

And you do; you nearly crash into him as you push your legs just that much more so that you could catch up to Owen.

You turned back to look at the gates, feet still running on autopilot. Instead of seeing the gates close and finally allowing your body to come to a halt, hooked claws slipped through the seemingly too-small gap, its tips digging into the hard, layered cement as though it was anything but.

"You're fucking kidd–" You barely get the entire sentence out before Owen pulls you to the side, pushing you under an SUV as he followed a second later.

You manage to turn your head to the side, straining your eyes as you tried to gauge what the hell this animal was trying to do. Turns out, it wasn't that hard to figure out – you watched the workers' scrambling feet run across the gravel, trying to get themselves to safety, only to be followed by the too-large and too-scaly feet of the Indominus. You watched as its claws came to a brief halt behind each man and woman, before a distant thud ensued, followed by a headless or torso-less figure dropping onto the ground. You watched as those same claws grow nearer to where you and Owen were.

You gripped his hand. Your breathing was still labored, not having been able to come down off of the adrenaline that still kept you going.

Owen's hand pulls out of yours, prompting you to snap your head towards him in worry. What are you doing? Where are you going?

He seems to read your mind, nodding slightly as a response. He pulls a drop point knife from his back pocket, reached up above him and immediately started to tear apart some of the thicker linings on the underside of the vehicle.

You jab your elbow into him as silently as you could; what the hell was he doing? Was he going to blow up the car while you were still under it?!

He ignores you, continuing his relentless crusade on the wiring. Soon after Owen pulls them and empties its contents over the both of you as you scrunch your nose and eyes up. You're showered with cold liquid – water? No, water didn't stink; this was gasoline. Would this hurt the baby? Now you're really worried. You'd always trusted Owen in making decisions before, especially regarding your raptors, but now you were starting to question him for the first time.

A crunch in the gravel makes you spin your head to face the exterior of the car. It's those claws again. You'd almost forgotten about them in your, what now seems like blissful ignorance, worrying about Owen and his knife work.

Owen's hand grips your outer forearm, swiftly turning your body sideways to face him as he does the same. He didn't want you to keep looking. You feel his hand cradle your head to his chest. 

Warmth spreads across your back. No, not from what Owen was doing. It was a literal, physical warmth. Like someone turned a fan on, but it spun out hot air instead of cool air. Like what you'd feel if someone whispered so close to ear that you could feel their breath on you.

It was the Indominus. Didn't take a genius to figure that part out. Except, now that you knew what it was, your nose seemed to involuntarily hone in on the metallic hints of the air that continued to fan across the both of you. Blood.

Your eyes screw shut as you press your forehead farther into Owen as the Indominus lets out a low growl from the base of its throat. It was so close to you, you felt your chest vibrate with the sound.

Almost as quick as it came, the Indominus struts away from the vehicle, away from you. The thumps and vibrations ripple across the ground, fading with the Indominus's continuous, low growls.

The gravel shifts once more, only this time it was right next to you, and the source of the sound was Owen – one you knew and one that was much, much, more comforting than some genetically-engineered beast. Fishing for his phone, he pushes his hips up to reach into his back pocket. His fingers move deftly across the screen, swiping and punching for some currently unknown number. The hand behind your head holds you closer to his chest.

The dull ringing of the phone is interrupted, "Owen! The Indominus esc–"

"Yeah, I fucking know it escaped! You didn't see Y/N and I running for our fucking lives, Claire?!"

So it was Claire on the other end.

"Of course I saw, Owen. I saw everything. Are you okay? How's Y/N?–"

"You don't get to fucking ask how we are, Claire. You put us in that room. You put your workers, your security guards and yourself in danger. You put Y/N in danger," at the mention of your name, you lift your head away from his chest and place a hand in its place. You could tell he was getting a little heated. Ever since you'd gotten together and started working with the raptors, he'd been extra-sensitive about your getting in harm's way.

"Speaking of security guards; the one that was with us in there? Yeah, his head's just making its way down the Indominus's digestive tract. So yeah, we're fuckin’ peachy."

Silence follows on the other end. Owen heaves out a sigh, as though reluctant to be having this conversation.

"Y/N and I are gonna make our way back to you. Keep an eye on that... thing. You need to keep it the hell away from your park guests, otherwise–" Owen pauses. Not a single one of you wanted to say, or even think, about what would happen, otherwise. He hangs up with a huff.

"C'mon, baby, let's get you outta here." He slides himself out from under the car as you begin to do the same, getting to your side just as you're about to get up. He dusts off your shirt, taking your face in his hands with the gentlest cradle.

"Are you okay?" he tilts your head from one side to another, looking for injuries, "Did it getcha? Scratches? Bruises? Does it hurt anywh–"

"I'm fine, Owen," placing your hands on his forearms, you bring his frantic movements to a stop, "this head might just fall off if you move it anymore, though." You try to joke.

He lets out a breath, "S'not funny, baby. I don't know how you're still laughing after that."

"I'm just tryna make you smile, love," you give him a gentle but reassuring grin, "no, but really, I'm okay. Promise. A few scratches, I think, but that was from the gravel."

"Besides," you start, "some 40-feet tall dinosaur could never lay a claw on me." You puff your chest out comically.

Owen laughs heartily. "You're somethin' else, y'know that? God, I dunno what I'd do without you. Too strong for your own good," he pauses briefly to entwine your hands, "c'mon, we still got a long way to go before we get to the control room. We'll take the bike, yeah?"

You let out a small 'mhm' in response, smiling up at him before he turns to lead you to where his motorbike was still, supernaturally, scratch-free except for the fact that it was turned to its side.

Owen turns back to give you one last smile before letting go to pick up and reposition his bike. You take those few seconds to let your smile drop as your mind and hands wander back to your stomach for the nth time that day. 

"C'mon, Y/N," he beckons you from the now upright bike, "you alright?" He seemed to notice your sudden change in expression.

"Yeah, I'm good," you bite your tongue, not wanting to add onto his currently growing list of worries, "Let's go."

[persephone-is-here-omg]

That person who sent you an ask bitching about Bhutan is mad wrong and knows next to nothing about the Bhutanese. The only thing slightly true there is probably overlooking the Nepali expulsion, but things are getting better between the two countries, though I am unsure if they are allowed to (or want to) return. Though I know Nepalis who work and visit Bhutan and aren't descriminated against. Their Royal Family even celebrates Dashain and other Hindu festivals. They don't openly talk about it and I doubt in schools, but so does every single other country that has walked this earth.

Tbfh with you as much as I like studying royals, monarchy is wack, but I have to tell you that the Bhutanese monarchy is nothing at all like cliche tyrannical medieval dictators. This is ONE instance where Kings and the government are nowhere near stinky. Bhutanese culture deeply admires their Kings because they have given them no reason to otherwise, dead stop. I will die on this hill. Would that asker seriously prefer if Bhutan spilled over into civil war and were constantly discontent with their government? Orrrrr be proud and happy (excuse the pun) for being Bhutanese and for the guidance of the Wangchuck dynasty? Because they clearly do not understand that there is no reason at all to speak ill of them even if people wanted too. This is not comparable to the over mediatized Windsors. Monarchy works for them and their culture. That asker just has to deal. I have hundreds of Bhutanese friends (I aint kidding you man, they are super friendly on socials) who will say that they are not fucking oppressed or whatever the heck that asker was trying to push. How dare they assume North Korea of all things too lmao. Those laws are not punished by labor camps, fuck outta here. And tbf some of those laws are good, like drinking and smoking. There are lgbt movements and laws are being made to protect their rights. I have three Bhutanese friends who are IN SAID MOVEMENTS. So fuck outta here with them being backwards. High tech things? What??? Hell my friend Tshoki who lives in the Laya Highlands has technology. Piss off.

And lastly (I swear), how and why the heck do they have a problem with Ghos and Kiras??? I would take that fabulous traditional clothing over anything anyday. And to make them happy, it is not as popular with younger gen as their warped mind thinks it is. Losing culture is shit, don't twist that. They already prefer learning English over Dzongkha, don't take away their clothing too.

Sorry this got long lmaoooo

2/2 And while we on this, how the hell are they going to talk about Bhutan as if it were el diablo and seamlessly leave out China the actual dictatorship next door???? I seriously have a headache

TBH, I don't really know anything about the situation in Bhutan. I have no idea. What really pissed me off about that anon was the guilt-tripping, you know? My country, Venezuela, is fucked. We are fucked. Right now, I have been relying on my phone's data for over a week, is expensive as fuck. I've called my internet provider FOR DAYS and haven't got a solution yet. And there are many, many things worse than this that could go on and on about. And yet, when I do, I don't go around manipulating people into feeling guilty because they don't know/decide to not share things about my country. As I've said before, you get farther with people by asking them to signal boost a post or posts or suggesting to them to read about x, y, z subjects than sending them anons where you bitch at them for not being absolutely 100% aware of every little thing that happens in the world at all times.

[leupagus]

bomberqueen17 replied to your post: Signal boosting because what the hell is a MAP

They have so thoroughly devalued the word “pedophile” by applying it to literally anyone they disagree with that there’s a new term and they’re devaluing the fuck outta that one too. “Minor-Attracted Person”. The reason I know is that people have descended upon cartography blogs to excoriate them for being MAPS. Yes really.

...oh my god because of the word “map” in cartogr--NO IT’S TOO RIDICULOUS I CAN’T BEAR IT

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Darling tumblrs-- please read this post (you’ll also find it on my blog) and then signal boost the hell outta it. This can be devastating to content creators.

[twice-the-twice-love]

Since I like Twice and his bike

Have a story after the MLA so Manga spoilers ahead.

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Twice was recovering fine as was the Rest of the LoV from their run in with the Meta Liberation army. Everyone glad for their level ups, Shigaraki said to him it was like he got an old save file back but did it better.

In a way the boss was right. Jin found himself once again. There were a few bumps along the way but with the doctor helping them out they were gonna be alright. Twice was flexing his arms out of the casts for the first time since they arrived at the doctors warping there without arm balance was a bit of a bitch.

A few clones had stayed around to help out. Like he finally could be a help to people. Months of being a freeloader he was going to change.

People saw the change in Twice, definitely as he was sitting in the base without his mask, it was still on his person just in case. But with that brought something personal to him, or bring it back really. Giran was sitting with the league now officially roped in his old office destroyed entirely and he was trying to organize his life back together but he did have some old info for Jin.

Jin missed some old things and hell they were in the middle of nowhere and people needed to learn how to drive. Also making an announcement back to heroes would be good. Very good. He got permission to make a statement back to the heroes and get his bike back.

Little bastard was coming home.

Team Idaten had been known to collect and store any cars or bikes for the hero community. And someone there was a collector of villains property keeping it under lock and key at all times. Well pro heroes don't think anyone is really gonna take a shot at them anytime soon.

Even with stains message still circling the world it is more people who changed not people commiting random crimes as much. Things like that were being stopped.

Twice spent a month convincing jon-chan to warp him outta here when he was given the all clear. That day came and he would get everything back. He talked once again to Jon patting around the guys head and rubbing one of the bolts near there. He was careful with the little guy and kinda got weirdly used to the feeling of that black goop in his mouth.

Jin guessed having clones and some of that goop in his mouth was something to for once be good. He coughed out the goop spitting it out as he arrived at his destination and looked up at the secure building. Though nothing was impossible to get into you just had to be careful.

Raising an arm the other throwing his mask on himself he made a clone, "I am the real one and you know the plan."

The clone nodded tugging the last bit of the mask on himself and walked around the building to the front hands above his head ready to surrender.

Tensei Iida was at the office he might not have been able to be a pro hero for the moment like how he was months ago but this group was about supporting each other. He could still help call the shots just from a bit back. Though a call to the main lobby and seeing the villain there in the middle of the room had them all on edge.

Then they were more confused when the guy knelt down hands behind his head looking like he was surrendering. Tensei started to roll to the main area, rag doll going between groups behind him ready to join in for the first real piece of action in a while.

Jin prime made a few clones beside the wall and destroyed one to get a pile of goop. Grabbing a handful of the melting clone he threw it at the cameras taking the visibility of them. But not putting them offline he knew the scene in the main lobby should be a good distraction.

The remaining clones got into a good formation and waited for the signal to start helping others up over the wall. Jin prime nodded taking point and running to the clones getting a boost to the light almost at the top of the wall pulling himself up and carefully balancing he stood and grabbed the top of the wall pulling up and straddling it he pulled on the tape measure to send it down to clones.

They grabbed onto the sent down line carefully and individually climbing the metal rope they rolled down to the car yard with glistening eyes. When everyone was down Jin smiled like a kid at christmas, "Jackpot."

Tensei and ragdoll made it to the lobbey to see Twice face first on the ground following the instructions of the other pro heroes, "I alone am surrendering. I won't give up my friends but I can't do it anymore."

"Sounds like a guilty conscience." Ragdoll says to Tensei. Then speaks up to Twice, "How do we know this is not part of a bigger plot?"

"Because I came alone and am unarming myself." He says and his hands move slowly closer together he pulls off his measuring tapes and places then a few feet above his head in clear sight of everyone. He hoped he was still looking at the floor.

Everyone froze when they saw Twice unarmed himself. One of the sidekicks looked to Tensei for approval to grab the items. They waited still for his call, he nodded and they gingerly approached twice to grab the instruments.

"I'm not going to attack you." Twice said as he heard the footsteps approaching.

"We can never be too safe."

Twice stared at the free cars around him. He sent a clone to look and see if the place had a collection spit for keys along the side but everyone else was already looking around for a car to choose. Twice stroked a few other famous villain cars before he spotted the prize.

Little bastard.

His old bike sitting there pristine and even cleaned like she had just been cleaned. There beside the bike he thought he would never see again the smile met his eyes and he rubbed over her handlebars. Picking at the corner of the handlebar opening a small compartment he pulled out the spare key. An old leather tag that was older than him. It was his dads and it was still fine.

He pulled his leg over the bike and sat down adjusting himself to be comfortable he was afraid that things were going too well for him. Key in the ignition he turned it.

Then little bastard purred.

Clones heard the bike and let out a cheer. A collective feeling of fuck it rose up. They were getting out of here as soon as possible. Smashing some windows to get into cars the sirens went off.

Alarms started to go off in the main lobby as the car alarms blared in the area. Tensei glared at Twice, "Thought you said you were alone?"

"Yeah only Twice is here tonight." The clone says moving his hands to the side and standing up as quick as he could clones starting to be made already, "Only us clones here tonight!"

Tenseis blood ran cold at that one. He saw the clone start there was suddenly a group of ten men luckily they didn't have the weapons but they were soon going to have a numbers advantage. Tensei gripped the side of his wheelchairs and activated his quirk rushing ahead to spur the others into action too.

All of them were rushing in to the growing numbers of twices who were being created, "Call for backup!"

Then there was a patterned knock at the wall. The sound of a cars horn before the wall exploded. Rag doll tackled a side kick out of the way of a car both barley missing getting clipped. Rag doll knew they were overpowered but people needed to be warned she moved to go call for backup wishing she had her quirk in a moment like this.

Twices looked at the wheelbound hero rushing at them and realized he was not going to stop. One screamed oley! As he dodged getting hit by the chair. Another had a shortened scream as Tensei ran into them full force breaking their leg.

Tensei made it through and was turning around one hand grabbing his wheel to turn other hand using his quirk to turn and chagre as fast as possible. Running into people with enough force to break legs was not ideal and it hurt but it was the only option right now.

He went in for the second pass both arms raised holding a detachable part of his chair he took out two more clones and swore if hit them with his arms they would have snapped too. Things were going better than he expected when he heard metal cling against metal. One clone got the measuring tapes once again and was trying to get the chair or his arms.

Then he heard what must have been the leader of the twice clones shout from the car, "Statement is not killing the cripples! Get in the van we are going before the place blows!"

The fire alarms started to blare in the distance. Then the sound of a gas tank exploding as the cars in the jailed lot were going up in flames. The clones started to scramble for the van and the other 3 cars that were following the main lead. The van revved its engine once again and started speeding for the main entrance of the building.

"Is everyone okay?" Tensei asked looking back to see how his team was doing, "And whats the status on backup?"

Ragdoll looked at Tensei who seemed good for his first fight in a while but the call had been placed for backup it does not mean they were on the way just yet, "Over here we're okay!"

A few more calls of people being okay were rising up. Then it was check on who was not heard from and try to get everyone out of the building and out of the backyard. They could hear sirens in the distance approaching and knew help was on the way. Tensei once outside and a head count complete pulled out his phone to contact people who needed to know. He needed to warn Aizawa and his old coworkers that Twice and the League of villains were back in action.

Twice and the clones all had their driving routs in case a chase happened. Jin knew the bike was iconic but a quick stop throwing on a jacket and taking off the mask he was able to blend in. Police scanner told him status of the other vans and cars being found empty or with goop inside. Everything went according to plan and he was on the way home. The old, the new, ready to make the world a better place.