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layraket · 29 days

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"Huh?"

"I said," Legend kept a firm tone "that you should consider the option of a full-rested night"

Four understood why was he saying this, he didn't woke up the veteran last night to his shift and decided to stay more late than he should've.

In my defense, Vio tried to justify himself. that book was interesting.

"Maybe, thanks for your suggestion" He turned back to reading his book, it was too early for getting scolded by their veteran.

"It wasn't a suggestion" That firm tone didn't leave, this time stronger "This is already the fifth time! And don't act like you don't get affected by this, I've noticed how clumsly you're getting each fight we get into"

He has a point, at this rate we will really get injuried. Green was considering Legend's words.

Sure, if they took other's shifts the rest of them will be having more rest, even if it means that they will be getting more and more wore off.

"If Rulie finds out that you got yourself injured just because you decided that sleeping is for the weak, may Farore protect your soul" Legend didn't say anything else and walked away, letting the cup that he brought to Four next to them.

They grabbed it and took a sip. Oh, its chamomile tea! and with honey! That was a sweet gesture from the pink-haired hero.

He could've brought coffee, its so much better if he wants us to not be all tired during fights. Blue showed aside the warm color, not too happy with their drink.

That's true, but right now? Some tea wouldn't do harm It was a little late and camp was already set up, there will not be any problem if they just fell asleep.

Aw, but I wanted to finish that book. We can read it tomorrow! I also want to see the ending. I bet the traitor is the hunter, he seems really suspicious. 50 rupees that it is the sorcerer. Deal!. Stop doing bets with our money!. Its the musician one!. RED-

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Wild thought that some tea would help them to relax from their last fight, a horde like that could easily take all energy from any warrior. But it wasn't the main reason that he decided to use his chamomile reserve.

Legend came to him some hours ago to talk about something, he thought that it was about something from the fight, sure he was getting too much with the throwing-almost-broken-weapons thing, but it worked!

"Listen," The vet hushed, coming closer to the champion "I'm not sure if you already noticed, but haven't you seen Four acting a little off?"

Oh, so this was about their smithy.

"Uhm, no? I mean, he's been a little more..." How was it called?

"Clumsy? Distracted? Tired-looking?" Legend gave some options.

"Tired-looking, yeah" It is more often that he finds their smallest hero nodding off while traveling. "Why the question?"

He knew Legend, he could come as cold and a little harsh, but if he was asking this it must be for a reason.

"I know why, he has been taking longer shifts more and more frequently. I want you to help me to get him rest today, the whole night without interruptions" He kept the tone down, trying to not catch anyone's attention.

So, helping the smith to sleep? An easy task, he can do some tea and it will be it.

When the camp was set he started working, putting the water to boil and preparing the chamomile that he got from Twilight's era. After half an hour he went to give each one of the chain a cup, some with extra honey and others without nothing to make it sweeter. It was weird, drinking almost plain water, but he will not judge.

For Four he prepared a cup with some extra things; some mint leafs, a little bit of linden and, of course, sweet honey that Legend gave him specifically for the smithy's cup.

He send the veteran to deliver the special cup, and then went to work on their dinner.

Broth will make their stomachs warm, they skipped lunch and something with a lot of nutriens will do well for them. When Wild went to give the last bowl of dinner he found the results of Legend's plan.

Four was calmly sleeping, resting his back on the tree that he was sitting next earlier, with an open book and his bag slighly open next to him.

It would be mean to wake him up, so he left the bowl next to the smithy with a cloth covering it to keep it warm and free of bugs, made sure that his bag was closed (Wind will take any opportunity to stick his nose in anyone's bag) and covered him with a blanked.

Wild went back with the rest of the Chain to talk and finish his own portion. The only thing that was haunting his mind now was the musician being the traitor, but he didn't know who was the one that he betrayed. He needs to ask Four to let him borrow a copy of that book tomorrow.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu four #lu legend #lu wild #lu colors #something clicked in my brain and i needed to write abt four.#Wild came and decided to stay #not mad at him i love the boy #layraket writing

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carigm · 8 months

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MAJOR POTENTIAL SPOILERS/LEAKS REGARDING S5 (WARNING)

Last Spring/Summer, a semi popular fandom account on Twitter got sent some leaks about S5, focused on the first half of the season. At this time, many fandom accounts were receiving supposed leaks, so our attention was a bit scattered and we didn’t focus on any of them too much. A popular leak account on Twitter (unrelated to ST) also mentioned that they had gotten the first half of S5 leaked, and that this source is “never wrong”. Now, it is hard to tell if these leaks are the same as the ones that the specific fandom account I’m talking about received, but something to keep in mind. Her leaks were given to her by a person named James (which I assume is a fake name). These leaks were also posted on Reddit, last year, by her (the person in the fandom that got the leaks from James) but some major things were omitted in that post. I’m gonna leave a link here in case you guys want to read the discussion.

I’m sharing these leaks with you because some things from them are kinda lining up with what we’re seeing from S5 production. Keep in mind that these could be fake/wrong, and James himself said he didn’t have info on the last couple of scripts.

According to James, Mike dies in Ep. 3. I’m adding more screenshots later for more context, but the gist of these leaks is that Mike bites it, mlvn never breakup nor do they get a resolution, and Byler is left up to interpretation but never really happens. (I don’t really need to get into how shitty this all is writing wise)

Let’s go over the things these leaks might have potentially gotten right, according to what we know so far.

1. James said that the time jump would occur in ep. 1, after an establishing scene where S4 left off. He said the time jump would place us in late 1987/early 1988. He also mentioned there would be a series of flashbacks showcasing stuff from before the time jump. The dates he gave do seem to be accurate, and David Harbour had a shaved head right before they went into filming, which could imply pre time jump scenes.

2. According to him, after Mike dies, they find a letter he had been writing. Some of us were theorizing Finn had a letter in his back pocket in those rooftop pics. Could’ve also been Finn’s script and he just stuck it there (who knows).

3. He said that Joyce gets badly injured in ep.3, and since there’s speculation Winona was seen filming at the hospital, some people think that means she was taken there because of her injury. It’s important to notice that Natalia, Cara, and Finn were also supposedly seen filming at the hospital, and that the production called for many extras for nurses and paramedics. So whatever they’re filming at the hospital, it might be bigger than Joyce getting injured in her leg. Let’s remember Max is at the hospital too. I’m not 100% sold on this part of the leaks.

4. Today it was revealed that they’re setting up to film at Stone Mountain. (This is where they filmed UD scenes for S4)

Apparently production might have purple tentacles out already. (UD vines?)

Cara Buono mentioned, in that video shared by Ross Duffer, that she was filming stuff from Ep.2. This was around 2 days ago.

The people that know about the leaks think this is where Mike dies in ep. 3. Here’s some further context:

Here’s some stuff he said about mlvn:

Which is just….meh, because like I said, it doesn’t look like him and El ever breakup before his supposed death. Plus Byler never gets any resolution.

Now some things that might disprove the leaks (I’m trying to be impartial here)

1. These leaks mentioned Argyle a couple of times, saying he has a hero moment at some point. Eduardo made it sound like he’s not coming back to the show, but tbh he could just be lying. He’s listed for ep.2 on IMDb (and yes I know anyone with an account can edit that site)

2. These leaks say that Mike is very insufferable for the 3 episodes he’s alive, basically lashing out at everyone, specially El, and just overall behaving like an asshole. I really didn’t get that from the ElMike rooftop scene, in fact he seemed very gentle with her. People that know about these leaks think that the rooftop scene is Mike maybe apologizing to El and them having a heart to heart, right before he dies (no comment).

All in all, if Mike is dying this early, I’m sure we’ll know soon enough. The rest of the cast is gonna be filming for like a year, and Finn will be done in like two weeks 💀

I also hope there’s more leaks soon (on Reddit) so that we might compare them to these and see wtf is up.

I know someone is gonna inevitably ask why leaks would be out almost a whole year before they started filming when we usually get them during filming or post production, but I’ve been told these leaks happened around the time the writer’s strike began, which is when they were originally gonna start filming. I was also told other shows had issues with leaks around that same time.

I don’t want to get too much into the truly awful writing we’re facing if these are real but…First, I believe it’s a total disservice to Mike’s character. One of your mains since S1 and you don’t even offer him the option of dying towards the end of the season? Even fucking Eddie got that. Two, it seems like a very easy cop out for not having to make Byler canon. Let’s just have neither ship be endgame and that way we don’t get queerbaiting allegations. It also stands in a zone too close to torture porn for my liking, because sure let’s kill the character two of the most traumatized characters in the history of TV love most. And yes, it’s also a disservice to El and Will’s characters. And lastly, if that supposed letter vaguely alludes Mike having some sort of sexuality problems (we don’t know atp) it is pretty fucked up they just killed him off like that. Sure let’s not explore any of that, but give a half assed explanation via letter ex machina. This is looking like Supernatural finale levels of bad to me.

Another point, I distinctly remember the Duffers saying, after S4, that they could never kill off a character like Mike because it would be too painful, and that ST would cease to be ST and lose its identity. They didn’t want to be like GOT. I sincerely hope they actually meant this and were not trying to be cheeky or whatever the fuck.

It would be genuinely insane, and quite frankly, a highlight of their lack of writing abilities.

I hope the leaks are wrong, but I felt like it was necessary to warn everyone just in case. I know I’m not watching something this awful.

#byler #stranger things #st5 spoilers #st5 leaks #mike wheeler #mileven

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adickaboutspoons · 3 months

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Oh boy. Okay. Here we go

A totes calm and measured response to this post over here by @themetabridge. Forgiveness for the whole new post. I had too much to say to fit into what Tumblr apparently thinks is an appropriate length for a re-blog.

First? I mean. Text just means the words and actions as they are said and shown in a given piece of media being analyzed. Which is what I’m here to do with my meta – textual analysis. That’s why I insist on textual support for any argument interpreting the media in question. Naked assertions do nothing to explain how you arrived at your conclusion. Vibes aren’t good enough. Show me what IN THE TEXT made you think what you think, and I will do you the courtesy of the same. Otherwise, I don’t see how we could possibly have much to say to one another.

The fundamental breakdown we are having is that you have failed to provide a textual basis for why you think Ed is a bad person. While I respect your assertion that a person’s essential goodness is predicated on the actions that they perform, I cannot respect the corollary supposition that there are actions that are either “good” or “bad” in a vacuum, as this completely ignores circumstance and motivation. WHY someone does something is AT LEAST as important as WHAT they did.

For example - Stede killed Ned Lowe in cold blood. Does it matter that he did it because Ned “shit-talked [his] friend and damaged [his] ship,” and “fucked Calypso’s birthday”? Does it matter that Ed, the person whom Ned’s shit-talk actually impacted, told Stede not to do it? Twice? Does it matter that Ned was a subdued enemy combatant, and as such could have just as easily been gagged like Hornberry and the overtly racist Wellington, who survived imprisonment and went on to watch Ed and Stede sign the Act of Grace? Do we compare Ned to the French Captain who got flayed for his racist rhetoric, though Ned’s comment was, strictly speaking, about Ed’s class rather than his race? How far are we going to go to disentangle class and race when one absolutely informs the other?

How about a more straight-forward example; Stede set an unnamed man on fire and quipped about it like some asshole 80's action hero. Does it matter that he threatened Stede’s life? How about if, when he did so, he was twenty feet away, armed only with the bottle he had just broken over his head, and there were half-a dozen pirates between him and Stede who all thought Stede was hot shit, and so Stede was in no immediate danger? What if Stede has a long history of people making attempts on his life, and being unsure that he even deserves to live, and this is meant to show that, now that he has something to live for, he’s done with the part of his life where he lets anyone try to take that away from him?

This is what I mean when I say that the show is careful to never outright condemn the use of violence. The narrative tells us clearly that, within the context of the show, some things are more important than an unnamed or one-off character’s life – preservation of one’s own life or the lives of one’s loved ones, dignity in the face of racially-based persecution, resistance to colonial oppressors. The reasons for and direction of violence matters. Context matters.

And speaking of context, you misunderstand me when you suppose that only what literally appears before our eyes counts can be “read into the text”. I refuse to give extra-textual sources of information (such as the historical reality of sergeant recruiters and being pressed into service or the historical Golden Age of Piracy) any weight unless they can be validated by in-text support, because the show itself cares fuck-all about historical accuracy. But extrapolations about the in-show universe based on in-text support are fine.

So, considering that the very first thing we hear in the show is Frenchie’s little ditty about the violent reality of a pirate’s life, and considering Jack’s comment at brekkie about how pirating is an "ugly profession”, and considering what we see of the raids in 1x5 and 2x2, we can reasonably conclude that pirate culture is steeped in toxic masculinity where the expectation of performing violence is de rigueur. Because Ed has carved out a successful reputation as Blackbeard, and because we see the ease with which he can go from being casually conversant with Stede to “giving it some oomph” to scare the location of the treasure out of the French captain in 1x5 with the THREAT of violence, we can reasonably conclude that he can successfully perform the required violent displays of piratical society (or at least, given that we know by his bathtub confession that he has not personally killed anyone since his father, he can adopt a convincing enough posturing that no one would doubt he COULD). From his interactions with Jack and familiarity with “yardies” and “whippies”, and his ruminations about “the old days” of “drinking all day and biting the heads off turtles or making some poor bloke eat his own toes for a laugh”, and Fang’s assertion that Ed made him kill his dog, we can reasonably assume that Ed has a history with casual violence for the sake of fun and cruelty for cruelty’s sake.

However.

I think “the old days” is an important qualifier there. Season 1 Izzy may be frustrated that Ed is not performing Blackbeard sufficiently well to suit him (on that point we can agree), but even by his own deathbed confession “for YEARS I egged [him] on, even though I knew [Ed] had outgrown [the Blackbeard persona]” (emphasis mine, and pin in that for a moment). In 2x1, Fang is crying into his cake saying “I’ve never seen Blackbeard like this” - indicating that the conditions of the Kraken era are NOT the norm. The slivers of Ed we see in 1x3 before the Spanish raid are marked by him speaking calmly and rationally to Izzy (in stark contradiction to Izzy’s insistence that he’s half-mad) never even raising his voice much less using threats or any actual violence to get Izzy to do what he wants. In fact, it is Izzy who suggests a course of action involving very normative piratical violence (“Do we open fire? Or would you rather we just attack them, kill them, throw them out to the sharks, sir?”), which Ed counters with a genteel proposition - inviting (not even ordering!) Stede aboard for a face-to-face meeting. Izzy being comfortable enough to push back against orders (“Oh, Edward, can’t I just send the boys?”) even suggests that he feels no threat from Ed at all. Every indication is that by the time we meet Ed, well before he ever meets Stede, he’s already well past done with violence for violence sake.

When Ed does meet with Stede, before he’d fallen in love (Even though the are the U-Hauliest, I would argue “fascination” with a possible side of “infatuation”, but certainly not yet love), one of the early conversations they have is about the depiction of Blackbeard in Stede’s book of pirates. Ed expresses revulsion and anger that the persona that he’s worked so hard to cultivate has been twisted into a hyper-violent parody - a “Vampire Viking Clown” that’s barely even human, with a head of smoke and overladen with weapons and hardly bears any resemblance to the real man. We’re meant to understand that this is not a valid or accurate representation of who he is. Violence is a normative part of pirate life, but he has “one knife, and one gun JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE” (emphasis mine, again) - he doesn’t shirk from using the tools of violence when it’s necessary, but he is NOT excessively or wantonly violent.

And we SEE the evidence of this because of how Stede reacts to the way Ed acts around Jack. Jack keeps Ed drunk all day, decoupling his inhibitions from his decision-making processes and, in spite of Ed explicitly saying that he’s mellowed out, Jack eggs him into the kind of hyper-violent Jackassery that is excessive even for pirate society if the nervous reactions of Stede’s crew are any indication. Of course, this is all part of Jack’s plan - to manipulate both Ed and Stede and force them apart - and the reason that it works is because the way Ed acts around Jack is NOT the way he chooses to act under his own volition, hence Stede’s frustration and disappointment.

While I agree that piratical violence is not political praxis, I would argue that, considering that every raid we have witnessed Ed participate in has been against a representative of colonial power and, more often than not, specifically the enforcing arm thereof, it’s not unfair to conclude that Ed’s reasoning goes that if piratical violence is to be done, better against someone who deserves it than not - i.e. those who perpetuate the violence of colonialism. Regarding instances of violence outside the context of raids, here’s where we take that pin out of Izzy. Izzy and Ed are locked in a cycle of abuse over the first season, wherein Izzy decides that Ed is not Blackbearding hard enough, and, because he feels entitled to controlling Ed’s actions, bullies and harasses him into capitulating - typically in the form of performing violence. Afterwards, Izzy performs some form of deference - apologizing and/or acting as though he’s going to leave, which Ed “talks him down from” and mercifully allows him to stay. It’s why, when Ed sees Izzy packing up a dinghy (lol. With what? It’s not like he’s on his own ship or would have brought his things with him, or sacked plunder from the Revenge. Clearly he was just stalling until Ed noticed him and swooped in to do his part of the cycle) he tells Stede he “should deal with this,” as though it’s tedious, but normal occurrence. I think an important part of this cycle as the season progresses, though, is how Izzy keeps upping the stakes.

So by the time we get to the end of the season, when the last iteration of the cycle starts up again (when Ed is once more insufficiently Blackbearding by being emotionally vulnerable and open with the crew following his return to the Revenge and his stint in the pillow fort (note that Izzy is apparently FINE with Ed not being Peak Pirate, just as long as he hides it away from everyone), and Izzy once more bullies and threatens Ed) this time it is especially cruel - Izzy is a thumb in the wound, attacking Ed at his most vulnerable and saying it would be better if Ed was DEAD than “pining for his boyfriend.” This iteration now also brings with it a history of escalation (first in Izzy bringing Fang and Ivan in to force Ed's hand about killing Stede, lest he look "weakened by the love of a pet" before his crew, and therefore in danger of mutiny, and then by bringing in the British Navy to force Ed to take Izzy back - or rather, to force Izzy back into Ed's life because the terms of the agreement see Ed remanded into Izzy's custody as though he is property to be distributed at the will of the Brits) - an established pattern of the lengths to which Izzy will go to get what he wants, and so a very real threat implicit in Izzy’s warning that “Ed had better watch his step” as Izzy serves only Blackbeard. So Ed gives him what he wants. He Blackbeards it up just like Izzy insisted, and lets Izzy know in no uncertain terms that the insubordination is done. It’s not a "frat boy prank" when he cuts off Izzy’s toe and feeds it to him, or even something from which he's deriving pleasure as he might have in the old days; it’s a calculated, proportional response, done under duress and against his own inclinations, but exactly the tool required to get the message across clearly.

As to the question of why it matters if Ed is bad, first and foremost, because saying that he is bad requires you to explicitly read contrary to the text. If you’re not going to engage with the text on its own terms, I don’t see how you can do any analysis of what story it’s trying to tell. I already discussed the ways in which the narrative is specifically about how Ed is NOT bad, even when he himself thinks he is. I have also discussed how, while “violence is never the answer” may be broadly understood to be the correct way of comporting oneself in real life, the show never condemns violence across the board. The show condemns cruelty, both on an interpersonal and societal level, but positions the use of violence as an acceptable and reasonable response thereunto. It treats circumstance and motivation with nuance and weight. Living within this context, Ed’s use of violence by the time we meet him is well within the normative acceptable application thereof. Judging him by standards outside the context of the story within which he exists makes as much sense as judging the Stede from the show for being a slave owner because that’s historical fact - that’s just not applicable to who he is in THIS story.

But more importantly, it matters because Ed is a POC character. Describing him as “cruel and perverse” for utilizing violence, particularly when the violence he uses is NOT excessive or impulsive, perpetuates negative race-based stereotypes about hyper-violent men of color. Characterizing him as “bad” for his use of violence when other (white) characters, such as Stede, use violence in similar ways, or are cruel or petty, but can still be considered, on balance, “good” means that Ed is being held to a different, higher standard than those white characters, and perpetuates the frankly racist criteria of expecting POC exceptionalism for POCs to be considered for the base-line assumptions of acceptability that are afforded to their white counterparts. Saying that Stede’s love is what changed Ed’s behavior from cruelty to wholesale abandoning piratical principles is not only antithetical to what actually happens in the show, but suggests a read that POC Ed needs a good white man to show him how to behave, a real white knight to tame his savage heart. That’s some real White Man’s Burden shit there, bro. I highly recommend you put it down.

#Brevity? I don't know her #ofmd #our flag means death #my modest contribution to fandom #crew4life #permanent ink

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thebest-medicine · 5 months

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Day 24: Pinned

Tickletober 2023 - My Hero Academia - Class 1A - lee!Bakugo, lee!Midoriya

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

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A/N: first my hero academia fic??? neeed!!!! angry boy need tickled sometimes. god help whoever does it tho.

Summary: Bakugo is all three things: loud, angry, and ticklish. One of them is less obvious than the others, and he wants to keep it that way.

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Loud, angry, and ticklish — these were among the many words that could describe Bakugo Katsuki. Like his quirk, he was often explosive with his voice and his temper. Ticklish, though? That was a pretty well-hidden feature, and one that not many would be willing to try with him! Not that anyone had in a long time.

Until today.

The sound of tittering laughter and chatter, much too loud and too cheery to be school-related, drew an already grumpy Bakugo toward the common room of the dorms. It seemed to be the place to be, he realized, when he walked in and saw most of his classmates relaxing around the couch, laughing and talking.

“What the hell are you all laughing about in here?” Bakugo barged in, asking loudly.

“Bakugo! Come on, Sero was just telling us the funniest story about—” Ochaco waved him over.

Bakugo cut her off. “Why don’t you losers stop sitting around laughing and wasting all day and get some goddamn work done! Ugh, Icy Hot and I have been working twice as hard as the rest of you because of our extra classes, and now you’re all slacking off?! It’s gonna be way too easy for me to surpass you! Where’s the challenge in that!? Now get off your asses and stop slacking!!!”

Everyone stared back at him, their giggling long gone.

“It’s Sunday afternoon Bakugo…” Momo sighed.

“Yeah, come on, even heroes need to rest.” Tsu added.

“It’s good for you to relax a little. We’re all still training super hard!” Mina assured her classmate.

“Shut up! You’re all just a bunch of slackers and losers!” Bakugo grumbled loudly.

“Would it kill you to relax? Maybe smile a little?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo turned to look at him, glaring with fuming rage.

“We’re not even doing anything to bother you, Bakubro, come on!” Kaminari bargained. “If you want to keep studying then go back to your room, you don’t have to sit here watching us relax if you don’t want to join us.”

“I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR STUDIES SERIOUSLY SO THAT IT MEANS SOMETHING WHEN I KICK YOUR ASS!!!” Katsuki yelled back.

“Seriously, come on…” Kirishima sighed. “You know we’ve all been working hard, we deserve some chill time!” If he squinted, it almost looked like Bakugo was steaming with anger.

In the dorms, with his guard down, focused on arguing with his friends and surrounded by his classmates, Bakugo didn’t sense the approach of his childhood friend from behind until it was too late.

With a wide grin on his face, Midoriya had managed to creep up behind the grumpy, yapping dog that was Bakugo. He remembered something about his friend from a long time ago, and though he hadn’t tried it in many, many years, he was sure it would help here.

It was a matter of moments between when Bakugo was yelling back at Kirishima and Kaminari and when he finally felt the presence of someone approaching from behind. He ignored it for a second too long. Midoriya’s voice was friendly as it chided. “Kacchan, why are you being so mean?” And suddenly there were accompanying fingers pinching along Bakugo’s sides.

“—GET BACK TO WO-AHHIIHHH!” His rant cut off into a very un-hero-like squeal at the unexpected tickle. Bakugo’s face, which was already red with anger, ripened further as he slowly spun his head to look behind him at Midoriya. “What. The FUCK!!!”

“What just happened!?” Kaminari asked, smirking.

“Was that you Bakubro?” Kirishima said in disbelief.

“Deku, what did you just do?” Ochaco laughed.

“Oh my gosh! Bakugo are you ticklish?” Mina grinned, wiggling in her seat.

“That’s so cute!” Tsu agreed.

“Wait what? I missed it!” Sero turned to face him better.

Bakugo growled. “Deku…”

Midoriya’s eyes widened as he saw Kacchan shift his weight to launch an offensive his direction. “Wait! Kacchan, I’m sorry don’t kill meEE—” He quickly sped off with a squeal out of the common room and into the hall as Bakugo bolted after him as fast as he could without shooting out explosions.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DEKU!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you would react so much!” Izuku laughed as he raced ahead of his rival and old friend.

“SHUT UP AND PREPARE TO DIE!”

The rest of the class left them to it, not wanting to incur the wrath of a furious Bakugo as Midoriya just had. They were grateful to their classmate for allowing them to continue relaxing for a few more hours without having criticisms screamed at them. Bakugo had a point, but so did they. They would have to work hard but still relax hard, play hard.

Down the hall, Shoji picked up the sound of a scuffle before everyone heard crash and tumble followed by the familiar sound of Midoriya’s laughter… though this time it sounded much more frantic than it usually did after a good story or funny joke.

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Izuku didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d tried to tickle Kacchan for a brief second in the common room of their dorm… He had been yelling at everyone and looked so angry, Izuku just wanted to distract him for a moment and maybe get him to relax or smile a little. He remembered having tickle fights with Kacchan when they were kids. It had been a long, long time. This time, he got the jump on him, just for a moment. It was in front of their classmates, so other people now knew Kacchan was ticklish. It made sense that he was so angry, he was angry a lot. But, it had been nice to catch a hint of his smile. Even if he had embarrassed him a little.

Now that he’d done it, though, he realized too late the wrath he had provoked.

Izuku sped down the hall as fast as he could, trying to race back to his dorm room in time to try to lock himself inside—though… Katsuki seemed mad enough that he might just activate his quirk and blow the door down. He didn’t make it far enough to find out, though. Bakugo crashed into him, shouting obscenities as he knocked them both to the ground.

“Wait! Kacchan don’t! Not out here!” Midoriya yelped as Bakugo landed on him. He knew he was caught.

“Stupid Deku, see how you fucking like it!!” Bakugo growled, pushing Midoriya into the floor and kneeling over his thighs. He reached down, jabbing harsh, tickling fingers ruthlessly into Izuku’s sides. They squeezed up along his ribs and down to his hips. Izuku screeched out a laugh before flailing helplessly where he was already pinned. He tried to reach back behind him to grab or block a hand.

“KACCHAHAHAN— I’M SORRYHEHEHE!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter. “IHIHIHI- I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!” He cried, kicking into the floor.

“Good! Die!!!” Bakugo answered, loud and angry, as he made a grab for Izuku’s wrist and hauled it up over his head.

“NOHOHOHO— STAHAHAHAHOP!” Izuku cackled.

Bakugo drilled fingers into his exposed armpit, and Midoriya felt tears welling in his eyes. Bakugo was ticklish, certainly, but Midoriya was… well neither of them had ever met anyone else so sensitive. How strange a trait for one determined to be the number one hero — to crumple and fall apart in the face of some simple tickling. Though, he wouldn’t call what Bakugo was putting him through ‘simple’.

The way Bakugo saw it, the others may have seen that he was ticklish, but if he could make enough of an example out of Midoriya, no one else would dare try it again. He hoped.

Midoriya’s other arm flailed and tapped out helplessly on the ground as Bakugo took advantage of every ticklish spot he could remember. The tickling hand even snuck down beneath him to claw against his stomach. “PL-PLHEEHEHEHEASE KACCHAN IHIHIHIHIHI CAN’T! CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHA-STAHAHAHAHAHA—”

Katsuki leaned in closer, still tickling viciously. “Never. Ever. Fucking. Do that again.” He paused for a second, his hand freezing against Izuku’s sides. “Understand me?”

Izuku breathed in a few times, panting for air and giggling each breath out. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Y-You mean like in front of people or just in general?”

Bakugo’s face went red as he shouted, “IDIOT!” and started tickling anew.

“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

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thescarletnargacuga · 13 days

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I REALLY want to a showtime fic where Pomni and Caine are overly sweet and corny with eachother and it sickens Jax so much that he devises a plan to try to break them up

Ps I turn 17 today! :3

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! This has Lion King 1 1/2 vibes lol

OPERATION BREAKUP

A SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: cartoon slapstick

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Caine and Pomni flew through the carnival grounds arm in arm. She held a large plush from a game and he fed her some of his cotton candy. They were spending the whole day together having fun with games and rides and digital junk food. They talked and laughed and we're having the best time completely lost in each other. So much so that they didn't see the two members of the circus spaying on them

"Ugh, what a disgusting display." Jax steered from behind a hotdog stand.

"You mean because they finally found each other like two soulmates across the digital threshold by the bonds of true love?" Kinger answered as he clasped his hands together in a swoon. He was genuinely happy for Caine and Pomni, their relationship was so endearing. "Kind of reminds me of me and-"

Jax almost threw up in his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah nobody cares. Let's break up this party."

"Really? Why?"

"Because it would be funny. Plus, their constant goo-goo eyes at one another is making me lose what little appetite I have in this world. It's annoying." Jax rubbed his chin in contemplation of what to use for this little operation.

"Or....we could mind our own business?" Kinger suggested softly.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jax's grin took up the entire lower half of his face.

Kinger paused, then shrugged. "Got me there. What do we do?"

"Follow my lead."

Jax's first attempt is dumping an entire barrel of blue raspberry slush on the couple as they pass under the awning of a game tent. He and Kinger balance it precariously at the top, only to lose it a moment too early and slush splashes down right in front of the targets.

Pomni is too stunned over the sudden appearance of the down pour to think about looking up. Caine picks Pomni up and floats her over the slushy mess.

"My hero." She giggles as he puts her back down, beaming with pride. Caine had to have been the one to do that to give him an excuse to carry her, she rationalized.

Jax grunted and climbed down for his next idea

Caine and Pomni took a break on a bench, enjoying the ambiance of the carnival. Caine had his arm over the back of the bench, Pomni leaning into him.

Jax had two bouncy ball yo-yos. If he could get them to bounce right, he'd hit them both in the head. The yo-yos wrap around whatever they touch. Knowing Kinger wouldn't be able to pull this off, Jax swung and released both yo-yos himself at the same time.

However, this was a mistake. The yo-yo balls collided and bounced wildly. One came right back at Jax and knocked him in the teeth. It wrapped around his head and ears as he fell backwards to the ground.

The other bouncing yo-yo zipped over Caine's head and tangled it's string between a digital tree and a tent pole. The extra long string kept going in a spiderweb-like pattern until it made a heart in the center. The couple didn't even notice it this time, dreamily gazing into each other's eyes.

"Aw, that's so romantic." Kinger swooned.

Jax growled from behind the string wrapped around his face.

Jax tried something more direct. He got a handful of darts from a balloon popping game and threw one at Pomni as she and Caine were getting on the ferris wheel.

It stuck Pomni in the hand. "Ow!"

Caine plucked the dart from the back of her hand and kissed it. "Sorry about that. These collision physics make assets do the weirdest things." He flings the dart back where it came from and continues to hold her hand as he helps her step into the ferris wheel gondola.

Jax was hit in the ear. He started to scream but Kinger covered his mouth to keep him from being heard.

Jax wasn't messing around anymore. He got an animal crate full of gloinks and pointed at the farris wheel. "Tear that thing apart!"

Kinger figured with his hands. "Uh...Jax, I don't think messing with those things is a good idea." He slid back behind a concession counter.

"These things love to destroy stuff. This'll work." He unlocked the crate.

"They don't destroy things, they-"

The gloinks rolled out of the crate and looked around until they saw Jax. Then started after him. "Woah, what are they- hey! No! Not me, you dumb shapes!!" Jax ran as half a dozen gloinks pursued.

"They collect things, like people..." Kinger finished quietly as he hid from the gloinks.

Jax eventually got away from the gloinks, angrier than ever. "Screw all of this. I'll tear down that ferris wheel myself." He stormed into the tent with a sign out in front that said: FIREWORKS.

Kinger stayed out of it this time. He was comfortable in his hiding spot and watched the couple going around on the ferris wheel.

Jax shuffled around the big boxes of colorfully labeled explosives, looking for the biggest ones. He found what he was after. One firework in particular was as tall as him and twice as thick. It looked like an actual rocket. Jax chuckled to himself, "Perfect."

He tried leaning it over to aim it at the ferris wheel, but it was much heavier than he anticipated. It fell and pinned him to a stacks of boxes. "Crap! Errgh!" His struggle knocked over a smaller box labeled MATCHES. The box spilled open and several matches struck. One of them caught the fuse of the giant firework.

Jax's ears went straight up as he heard the fizz of the fuse. He struggled harder to get free, knocking over even more boxes and spilling fireworks everywhere.

Kinger heard the fireworks before he saw them. Small bottle rockets and Roman candles sparked and flew out of the tent. In a rush of fire and smoke, the entire tent took off from the ground. Kinger could just faintly hear Jax screaming over the whistling of the fireworks as the tent spiraled into the air.

At its peak, the tent exploded in a massive grand finale show of fireworks. Caine held Pomni close as they oo'd and awed at the unexpected show.

In the colorful chaos, no one saw the charred black figure falling out of the sky in a trail of smoke. Jax crashed through the top of the concession tent Kinger was hiding in and fell right next to him with a heavy thud.

Jax sat up, the tip of one of his ears still on fire. "Well, that worked like a dream."

"It did?"

Jax gave Kinger a look. "Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn't it? Look at them! She's giving him those eyes." Jax groaned.

Pomni and Caine were leaning into one another as they were stopped at the top of the ferris wheel.

"He's smiling that smile." Kinger said happily.

"They're laughing and hugging and- eugh..." Jax's tone became increasingly disgusted. "Fine. I give up. I'm going to go throw myself in the digital lake."

"ooh! Can I join you?" Kinger asked eagerly.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc caine #tadc fanfiction #tadc pomni #tadc showtime #tadc jax #tadc kinger

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lifewithdavefarts · 11 months

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DaveFarts - Episode 25 “Endurance Test” [Episode List] Tim gets a bit too cocky and challenges his gassy friend by (jokingly) doubting of his farting skills. Dave, whose farts are being as powerful as usual, if not more, gladly accepts the challenge.

This story was originally requested by StraightFartGods.

POV: Tim

The weather outside, despite being warm, wasn’t the best so our plans for the night, being a group of friends who’s starting to surrender way too easily (it’s because once you’re past 25, you get instantly old), we all decided to stay home, our respective homes even, so Dave and I ended up alone. We don’t mind that much.

Dave likes going out way more than me (though it’s not like I don’t know how to have fun) but he too cherishes some good, safe alone-time to recharge social batteries: we’re much more similar than we’d like to admit, which is why we get along so well. They say we’re “the odd couple”, but I think that weirdos simply attract each other naturally, even though they can look very different at first.

“Alright.” Dave said, walking into the living room. He was dressed as if we had to leave, so a grey shirt and a pair of good old dark blue jeans, slightly loose because he untied his belt. “I’m starving.”

“Pizza?” I simply asked.

“The day I’m gonna answer ‘No’ to that is the day you’ll know a skinwalker took my place.”

The power of pizza.

Even though we didn’t actively plan for it, the night slowly morphed into a “movie night”, just the two of us on the couch eating pizza and watching a cheesy, manly, toxic action movie that we can recite by memory because of how many times we watched it: “Bullet Gore”. Now that’s a title!

“Your face is history.” the male hero said, right before turning somebody’s head to bits with his shotgun.

We cheered as and had a sip of beer as if our baseball team scored the match point and enjoyed the unnecessary but fun gore sequences of the film.

“Too bad they ruined everything with the sequel.” Dave commented.

“Aw come on. It’s worse, but not that bad.” I replied.

“Never watched and never will.” he stated, taking a good sip of beer.

By the time the movie was halfway done (it was a surprisingly long flick), I had to turn up the volume because of some noises next to me making me difficult to hear what the characters were saying.

Indeed, Dave started farting, the way he does during nights like these, with pizza and beer acting as fuel for his already incredible talent. He was resting both his legs on the small table in front of the couch, his denim ass facing the TV, so I didn’t have a proper full view of it. I could, however, hear every single blast echoing in the room, with the terrible scent immediately following each thunder.

I would love to say that he was doing this because of my kink, but this is actually what being Dave’s close friend means: you better get used to his farts, because he’s gonna just casually do it in front of you whether you like it or not. He wasn’t even acknowledging that he was ripping one every few minutes, huge ones nonetheless, though once or twice he did snap his fingers to get me to turn to him, so I could see his smirk as he ripped one. Once again, he does this with our other friends as well, but he does seem to put some extra “care” into the teasing part because he knows I actually, well, like it.

But everyone’s got limits: the farts were huge, not overly long, but incredibly stinky. Even for my standards, it was getting a bit… stuffy in there, so I actually went for it.

“I know this is weird coming from me, but… can you tone it down a bit?”

Dave slowly turned to me with a serious, surprised face, and effortlessly replied by ripping a loud, almost wet one, renewing the stench he was immune to. This time it was one of his longer ones, around 7 seconds long.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you.” he managed to say while farting. “Did you say something?”

After the fart ended and a few moments of silence (ignoring the TV), I opened my mouth to speak again, but my friend’s ass spoke first, emitting another loud, long rip.

Dave gestured to his ear and slowly shook his head, as to say the he still couldn’t hear me, as if we were in a loud nightclub, but the only music piercing through my own eardrums was my bro’s loud fart.

That ridiculous scene actually made me laugh like an idiot, while also giving me the hardest boner so far of the night.

9 seconds and the rip was over.

“So, I did it.” Dave said. “You’ve been healed. I blasted your kink out of you.” he joked.

“Please…” I played along. “Those were like… low-tier farts, for your standards.”

“True.” he playfully admitted. “So don’t tempt me.” he threatened.

I hated that I found that… hot.

“I’m n-not… I’m just s-saying that the entire room smells like, I don’t know, rotten beer? Is t-that even possible?”

Dave laughed. “If only there was something or someone who could fix this!”

“What are you implying…?” I asked.

“Well…” Dave sat normally on the couch. “I assumed your lungs were better than this. But apparently you just can’t handle my power.” he said, with a cheesy smirk.

“Oh…” I got what he meant. “Well, maybe I’m not complaining because of you’re farting too much.” I leaned closer to him, as if we were doing some shady business. “Maybe I’m complaining because you’re not farting enough.” I dared to say.

My friend replied with a surprised laughter. “Are you seriously challenging me?” he didn’t sound offended or disgusted, just amused. But he can get cocky.

“Wanna bet?” I asked, indeed challenging him.

“Alright, get up.”

Dave stood up and I did the same: it truly looked like we were doing a business meeting.

“Challenge accepted.” he continued, and we firmly shook hands. “If I win, beers are on you for 3 months.”

“Deal.” I replied. “But if I win, we’re gonna watch ‘Bullet Gore 2’ later.”

While still shaking hands, Dave looked at me funny.

“Really? That’s it?” he replied, with a smile. “All of this just to watch a shitty movie with me?”

Funny how that’s the thing he found weird instead of, you know, the boner his farts give me.

“Yeah. Pretty gay, huh?” I joked.

“Okay…” he nodded, still somewhat surprised. “It’s a deal.”

We once again had this super manly handshake going on, just as an helicopter in the movie exploded in a fiery fireball, killing a bunch of henchmen and one of the main villains, with the shirtless muscular hero saying something like “Burn in Hell, you son of a bitch!”. Probably the manliest moment I ever lived through.

“So, let’s hear those toots.” I said, bravely.”

“Toots?” my friend replied. “I’m gonna blast your face so hard you’re gonna regret having this kink…”.

Dave casually threatening me like this… got me instantly hard. I knew he was just playing along but goddammit, why am I like this? Why is he like this? Why the fuck did I even accept this bet?! As my own mind made fun of me, my bro lied on this stomach on the couch, his tall figure occupying all of it, his nice jeans-clad ass facing up, looking like a soft warm denim pillow.

I simply managed to sit between his long legs and planted my face into that ass, still stinky for all the farts he ripped until that moment. My nose wasn’t facing down however, as I didn’t want to make it weird.

“Dude.” I heard Dave say. “Honestly, your lack of commitment to your fart kink disappoints me”. he then laughed, reaching for my head. “Be a man and face my ass.” he said, pushing my head deeper between his denim asscheeks.

I tried not to laugh myself at that weird statement, so I just obeyed and turned my head, facing down, now fully at the mercy of my friend’s powerful butt. I took a good whiff, enjoying the smell of almost 1 hour of loud, post-pizza blasts. As I did that, I felt the ass’ muscles relaxing, a sign that Dave was pushing one out, and indeed it came out immediately: an ear-piercing blast and made my face shake, almost wet-sounding, felt like a slap on my face.

My task was clear: not a single particle of gas had to reach Dave’s nose, so I inhaled it deeply and loudly as the fart kept erupting straight down my nostrils. I inhaled so hard and for so long that I actually surprisingly outlasted my friend’s 9 seconds: now the only noise we both could hear (besides someone getting shot in the movie) was me breathing his gas in… which made me realize how weird that was.

Am I making this weird? Too… “porn-y” for my straight friend? I love that he has no problems with me and my kink, but I don’t want to cross certain lines you know. He’s not saying anything… but his silence only makes it worse. I had to make sure.

“Dave.” I said, my voice being muffled by his ass, which made him laugh. “Am I making this weird?”

My friend simply turned his head, trying to look at me. I managed to get a quick look of his facial expression but the only thing on his face was a cocky smirk.

“Not weirder than usual to me.” he simply said. He then reached for my head, making it bounce a bit in his ass. “…Ready?”

Another fart erupted, which itself was Dave’s real answer to my question: “it’s fine”, he knows what this kink is by now, and he’s the one who basically challenged me to sniff it all up. Plus, if he was weirded out he knew he could just tell me and I wouldn’t be offended: we’re all adults here after all.

So there I was, my nose enduring some of the worst rips my friend ever gifted to me, the sheer power of those blasts being raunchier than his usual for some reason, maybe because of the beers being warmer or the mozzarella on the pizza being spoiled. No idea.

Or maybe it was just Dave putting extra efforts into his farts, if that was even possible. He’s the Fart King after all, so if he was somehow able to set custom pitch, loudness and power for each farts he ripped I wouldn’t have been surprised. Then again, he could even fart on command, so maybe he doesn’t need more buffs than he already has.

“Your face is history” my friend said, in a deeper voice, a clear reference to the masterpiece we were watching earlier.

And just like the henchman from the movie, my head was blown away by a sheer deadly force, this time in the form of Dave’s being unhinged, each natural blast somehow bigger and better than the previous one. I feel like that it doesn’t matter how this bet goes: I’m winning by simply having a bro like him.

I kept sniffing it all up as the blast rushed down my throat. He was good at farting, but I was also good at taking it. It’s like I said: weirdos work better together!

Yeah, I was taking it all like a champ.

“I could do this all night you know.” he boasted, during a rare moment of his ass being silent.

“What a coincidence: me too!” I bragged.

“Ohhhh… someone’s getting cocky back there.”

Dave really wanted those free beers, huh? He once again reached for my head and, with a firm grip, pushed it deeper down his warm denim ass, now almost sagging.

“Let’s see if you can keep your promise, shall we?” that was a threat.

There was like 10 seconds of silence, 10 never-ending seconds, but I just knew Dave was brewing something big, as he kept my head there (not that I was planning to move it anyway). Finally, he turned to me, with a cheesy grin, purposely trying to look like some kind of serial killer from a slasher movie before finish his victim off.

And then he hit me with his weapon of choice: the loudest fart I heard that night. It was big, it was powerful, it was deep, long. His hand didn’t move and my whole face was shaking because of the sheer power of the blast; I had to close my eyes ‘cause the gas was making them burn. How was it possible to fart so naturally and casually like this for him will always be beyond me… but I didn’t care. I managed to breathe that monster in with my mouth open, almost choking on my friend’s deadly gas.

Dave loved the challenge, but two can play this game! I could tell he was amused, disgusted and surprised by how good I was at enduring his powerful rips.

And finally, after 16 whole seconds, that impressive display of flatulence was over, not a single particle of gas reaching my farter-friend’s nostrils, as I promised.

“I believe you’re losing your touch.” I mocked him.

“With all the farts you've been eating, of course you'd be talking shit you ungrateful bastard!”

“Ohhhh sorry, someone's a little touchy.” I kept teasing him.

“Alright, I’m done holding back.” he sounded comically annoyed by my impressive endurance.

My friend slowly turned over until he was lying on his back, making sure he didn’t accidentally kick me with his long legs. He now assumed a more familiar position, the one he usually has when blasting me. He cocked his legs up, showing off his denim ass and a tiny bit of his red boxer brief, and wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer to his gas source. His long legs had an even stronger grip than his hand, and my whole face was now completely planted into my friend’s ass.

“I’m feeling merciful tonight, so I’m giving you the chance to surrender now.” he stated, as his legs held me still, keeping my nose right between the rough fabric of his jeans-clad buttcheeks.

“Never.” I boasted. “…unless, you know, you actually want to stop because this is getting too weir-“

“Shut up!” he cut me off. “You just had to ruin my villainous speech, didn’t you?!” he laughed.

I just didn’t know what to say.

“Again, this is your last chance bro.”

I played along, knowing he was okay with it. “Hit me with your best shot, but don’t wound what you can’t kill.”

We both laughed like immature idiots, but Dave took my words at heart, because once we were done laughing at that ridiculous moment, he felt air being sucked inside his anus.

Yes, he switched to “on-command” mode, his secret weapon, his final secret move. Despite my face being there, my bro didn’t have any trouble at sucking more and more air through his ass like a vacuum cleaner, and the sound that made wasn’t that different from an actual fart. Every time I heard that “air-being-sucked-in” noise, as silly as that sounds, I think of a drumroll, the kind of tension that raises before the beat actually drops, because that’s what Dave’s farts are: something to look forward to… if you’re into it of course.

He’s been sucking air for like 20 seconds now and I started to regret my cockiness: when even a kinky bitch like me ends up being afraid of his own best bro’s farting skills, you just know something big, maybe too big, is gonna happen.

The anticipation made me hornier than ever, and the fact that it was, well, Dave, just Dave, my friend, made it even hotter for me. So casually, undeniably hot.

Finally, he stopped sucked air in, and I could hear Dave breathing (from his mouth) heavily, a sign that he was getting tired… and even his ass was getting sweatier and warmer.

“Your face is history.” my bud said again, in a comically deep voice.

We love that movie.

What followed, however, almost made me pass out.

The loudness was almost unnatural, I feared it could make me deaf. Imagine the stock sound of a fart, only longer, more powerful, airy, the most impressive fart Dave ripped in months, something so powerful that he can even feel the recoil as he pushed it out… just like a shotgun.

The more he farted, the louder it got, and I swore he was gonna tear a hole through his jeans this time, there was no way his clothes were able to endure that. I kept sniffing, breathing heavily, the fart’s pace being faster than my own breathing, if that makes any sense. 10 seconds already and the blast didn’t seem to lose any power: I almost got scared.

As the fart kept getting ripped, I felt Dave stretching his long denim legs wide to ease the fart out, which in turn made it sound even louder and deadlier. I felt like living a weird fever dream, probably because of all the poisonous gas in my lungs. But I also felt the luckiest man in the world.

I dared to peek over that denim ass, only to be greeted by Dave having the most evil smirk in the world, completely unfazed by how weird I was, how all of that was… but I could also see how tired and sweaty he was from forcing all those farts out, incredibly enough.

I planted my head back where it belonged, sniffing as much as I could, as if my life depended on it, even though I was almost passing out for all that stench… and the blood rushing down to my boner didn’t help to focus at all.

And yet… I won. The fart was losing power, ending with a quick series of toots, Dave’s legs crashing down the couch, his left one on my right side, his right one on my left side, and I got up myself, my face leaving that gas trap, finally sitting down normally on the couch.

I took a good look at Dave: he was indeed tired, sweaty, sporting a silly smirk.

“Is that how you look like after sex?” I dared to joke.

My friend laughed. “Hey, I love you bro, but you gotta settle for my farts.”

I patted one of his legs in response, as a cheesy way to thank him, and hopefully he knew how thankful I was. I mean, he already knew how aroused I was anyway, so why keep the fact that I’m grateful a secret?

Dave too adjusted his position, this time kicking me on purpose while doing it, and sat back normally.

“I gotta say, I didn’t except you to win.” he admitted.

“…win?!” I replied. “Bro… I was basically done. That last one almost killed me.”

We both laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Let’s call it a tie then.” he proposed. “Until next time at least.” he just casually said.

I simply turned to the TV, only to find out that the movie was over.

Did Dave just face-farted me for like… 30 minutes?! Time truly flew by.

My friend then reached for his beer and the remote. We some on-demand features on our TV and, after navigating the UI for a few seconds, he started downloading “Bullet Gore 2”.

“Really?” I asked.

“Well, if you can endure all of that gas, I can sit through a turd of a movie.”

I think he was gonna watch this movie with me either way, regardless of any bet, just like I’m more than happy to offer him a beer whenever I could, so all of this fart-bet was for nothing.

Then again, weirdos attract each other naturally...

End of Episode 25

#eproctophilia #davefarts #fart kink #fart story #malefarts

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the-nosy-neighbor · 22 days

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Eddie's Experience Tropes

Edit: sorry! Mentions of the r word as a concept

(tropes reference the TV tropes website)

Eddie is experiencing:

Meme called “GO MAD FROM THE REVELATION”, arguing that Eddie figured out they aren’t real during the commercials video due to his experiences throughout the video. It mentions prolonged torture as a potential cause of madness (though Eddie doesn’t experience anything we could point to as prolonged torture, unless the idea of being useless is so traumatic to him that it causes his mental break.)

The website argues that go mad is separate from freak out (below), but I believe that there are elements of both possible here.

FREAK OUT: When a Character is NOT HIMSELF, (character doesn’t behave normally) but for real, and usually permanently. In the course of a single episode, the character goes through something traumatic enough to change their personality forever. Could be MIND RAPE or really AWFUL TRUTH

I think this is the moment when he has the break. Really awful truth style, but what about the pea on the plate does it? What does it mean to him?

Overall, Eddie seems to be experiencing this most closely: TOMATO IN THE MIRROR--Personal revelations change your entire personal identity and worldview.

Our protagonist is going through a perfectly normal day. Only... something's wrong. The people around him are acting just a bit off. (no one brings him any mail) They keep mentioning a string of words, or are trying to herd him to a certain place (watches him and then herds him to Wally’s when he emerges). It looks like the town's been taken over by a Puppeteer Parasite (which I have theorized about before, specifically in terms of Wally's role), and our hero's the only one left (they know that he knows?). He attempts to either escape and warn the outside world, or find where the invaders are coming from and shut it down (realizes he has been delivering a way for Wally to reach out?). But once he gets there, he discovers the horrifying truth: HE'S the fake! Cue screams of "What Have I Become?!" A robot, a clone, a robot clone, an alien, a ghost or nearly one or some other duplicate that forgot he wasn't the real thing, or was programmed to believe that he was, complete with Fake Memories of a Conveniently Unverifiable Cover Story. For extra oomph, expect the tomato to break the mirror in frustration. (or shove his papers off the desk?)

For our purposes, I assume that Eddie has been experiencing that “everyone around me is acting strange or herding me” aspect, which leads to a realization, whether that is that they are all not real, but are puppets, or a realization that some part of the group realizes he is the leak. That he realizes what are in the boxes he is delivering? Realizes that Wally is contacting the outside world through him? There are a few options here. But I do think the final part is where the pea on a plate comes in. Something about seeing the single pea leads him to remember that he is a copy or one of multiple Eddies.

A special case is where the character comes to realize that they are in fact fictional, either of the work itself or of a Show Within a Show. It often appears in a Real-World Episode. For those examples, see Noticing the Fourth Wall.

This is very possible, either in conjunction with realizing he is a copy, that he is a puppet, and that there are other puppets (that I have theorized that Frank is responsible for hiding, potentially burying them.)

MIND RAPE: Their mind and soul are assaulted with painful, horrifying visions, sensations, and/or memories, and their will and sanity broken until afterward they're powerless, hopeless and numb, but not dead, although they may wish they were.

Subcategory Despair Event Horizon--The line that, once crossed, destroys any last remaining sense of hope. It could be for a cause, a person, a situation, or simple survival. A character has given up on it, and there is no going back. It can lead soldiers to despair — or even suicide, if they don't simply lose the will to live.

Hero BSoD (Hero Blue Screen of Death)--I think Commercials leads us to Eddie's BSoD moment. While I wouldn't necessarily call him a hero in the story that we've seen so far, he is far more innocent and caring than some of the other characters. A stunning revelation or horrible event affects a character or someone they care deeply about (in this case, maybe himself or the copy thing), leaving them shocked to the point of mentally shutting down for a while, analogous to the BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. The effect is similar to passing a DESPAIR EVENT HORIZON, but is temporary rather than permanent.

Sometimes called POST-TRAUMATIC CATATONIA, this refers to a situation in which a character enters a comatose or catatonic state that is either directly caused by their personal problems, or cured by dealing with their personal problems, or both.

A character having a freak out due to uncertainty regarding who or what they are is having an IDENTITY BREAKDOWN. May overlap with BREAK THE CUTIE (and perhaps a touch of Bury Your Gays?) and GO MAD WITH THE REVELATION.

BREAK THE CUTIE: This trope doesn’t exactly apply, but it is about a character who is loveable and adorable, but then is set upon by a lot of different awful things, leading to the Heroic Blue Screen of Death or the Depair Event Horizon. He is of the WIDE-EYED IDEALIST type, always upbeat and looking out for others, while ignoring or not noticing the slights and bad acts aimed at him. Related to TRAUMA CONGA LINE, “The hero CURLS INTO A FIGURATIVE OR LITERAL CATATONIC BALL in a COLD DARK CORNER

then proceeds to give up on life and the world. Defining term: Despair Event Horizon”

We can see that Eddie's experiences, strange and unexpected as they were, fits into some common tropes and literary traditions. I think we can safely say that Eddie has slid into a DESPAIR EVENT HORIZON or BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH/CATATONIA/COLD DARK CORNER, but what remains to be seen is the length of time he stays in this broken state.

Based on the tropes I have seen and this explores, I think we can expect that Eddie's gone past that point of no return, and the next Eddie we will see will be a new Eddie, that doesn't know the depths of the horror that is happening around him. We already know that derealization is a warning on the project, and that we know there are multiple phases of reality/existence happening. I think that lends itself well to the idea that finding out the extent of the evil lurking in the neighborhood leads to a Lovecraftian-style break.

And of course, we have covered the idea that Frank is the keeper of the information, as well as close to Eddie in a secretive way. He says goodbye to Eddie through the Bug-A-Bye song, but the Eddie we see here is a newer version?

#welcome home #welcome home theories #eddie dear #welcome home theory #tv tropes

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ladyevol · 22 days

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Together at the beginning of the end

Ship: Scar X Grian

TW: Body Horror, character death, fake character death

Summary: What if Hotguy and Grian were humanity's only hope against a lovecraftian alien invasion?

There was very little time for rest for the builders of Hermit co. to rest as the main company responsible for building and renovating buildings all around the country, so for the workers to earn an entire week off and an all paid weekend on the nearest beach was a big thing.

“C'mon, Scar, just tell us already.” Grian said with a small chuckle as he, Scar, Impulse and Skizz made their way to the shore. The man on a wheelchair had promised an extra surprise waiting for them and the shorter man hated to admit, he was curious.

“You will see! You will see! We are almost there!” Scar answered from the front seat as Skizz drove them.

“I'm pretty sure we already passed the beach, so this better be good.” Grian crossed his arms.

“Oh, you are going to love this, G. Don't you wait.” Skizz answered, glancing at them from the mirror behind his sunglasses.

“Don't be impatient now, Grian.” Impulse teased him as well and the blonde man rolled his eyes.

As they drove, they passed by a billboard with the photo of a muscular man wearing a black helmet, not too dissimilar to the ones worn by bikers. Unlike his face though, his dark clothes left very little to the imagination as they were probably a bit too tight. They too had some orange and cyan, particularly on his chest where his signature symbol could be seen.

Hotguy. The superhero of the people. He who, all by himself, had decreased crime in the city by 70%, proving to be considerably more effective than cops, both due to his super strength, his equipment and sheer charisma. Grian had never met him himself, however, the stories he had heard did leave him wondering. Mumbo in particular, Grian's best friend, had had an encounter with the man after a device he had been working on had been stolen after his office was invaded. Not even forty eight hours later, the device had been returned, right in the same spot along with a poster from the hero which Mumbo still had right above his workbench.

“I swear, you are all conspiring against me. I guess I will have to call Hotguy on all your butts.”

“I promise that I know as much as you do.” Impulse tried to reassure. “And Hotguy wouldn't kick our butts. He is too cool for that and only acts in New Craft. He wouldn't come all the way here.”

“And I only know what Scar told me, I haven't seen it myself, but I promise, you are gonna love it.” Skizz added.

The car finally started next to a harbor and Scar led the way to an old, small boat that looked like it was about to sink at any moment. “Tadaa!” Scar pointed at the boat. “I know that you love fishing, Grian, so I decided to rent us a boat for the weekend so we can fish as much as you want! Sorry if it is not the prettiest boat, but I should get the job done!”

Grian was silent for a few moments and the others started looking concerned. “Grian? Buddy?” Mumbo asked and, suddenly, the smallest man of the four burst out laughing, tears on the corners of his eyes which he quickly wiped behind his glasses.

“Oh, Scar. That is so very you.”

“Does that mean that you like it?”

“I do, but you should have told me before, I didn't bring my fishing equipment. Does that come with the boat?”

“Uh, no. I don't think so. Oops!” Scar chuckled apologetically.

“That's ok, I saw a fishing store on the way here. It should be just a couple of minutes walking.” Skizz mentioned.

“Or wheeling,” Scar pipped.

“Yeah, or that. We can probably rent some equipment for the day, maybe get something to eat and come back.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Grian smirked, glancing at the boat one last time before they left. It was a very lovely gift, not that he would admit out loud.

…

The quartet made their way to the fishing shop which seemed to be empty save for a man sleeping behind the counter, listening to 1920s type of music.

Skizz and Scar were like children in a candy store, running havoc and looking at every new thing they were seeing for the first time. Luckily, Grian had Impulse there to help him adult.

“Excuse me, sir,” Impulse said to the sleeping man, trying to wake him up. “We were wondering if you had any equipment we could rent or-”

The music was suddenly stopped by the news. “We interrupt our program to alert everyone about the recent meteors falling from the sky. The government alerted to avoid areas of impact for the safety of people, as the meteors appear to have a contaminant that may cause confusion and hallucinations while exposed to them.”

“That's awful,” Skizz said, paying attention to the radio.

“Like we needed something like this. I hope it's not near the beach.” Grian said.

“Maybe it is an alien invasion, here to finally take over the world.” Mumbo joked.

The door opened and a man wearing a strange purple cloak that covered most of his face stepped inside. As soon as he did, a purple mist began spreading from him, causing the others to start coughing and the owner to finally wake up.

“The hell?!” The owner asked between coughs, getting up with a shotgun. The quartet all stepped away to let the man approach his target. None of them were getting involved. “I don't know who you think you are, buddy,” he grabbed the figure by the front of his cloak and pulled him closer, “but if you think you can come to my shop and spread all that shit, you are very mistaken! Huh?” The owner asked, his eyes widened as he looked under the cover. “W-what the hell are you?!”

From underneath the clothes, a pair of members that looked like a pair of purple wings covered in bulging eyes appeared. As it touched the man, a purple glow covered him before he disappeared into nothingness, leaving only his clothes behind which fell to the floor.

“W-what the hell?!” Grian asked, backing away as the man turned to them and began approaching.

“Crap! Boys!” Skizz shouted, pulling Scar's chair closer to the back door.

Mumbo thought quickly and threw a box used for keeping bait on top of the figure before grabbing Grian by the wrist and running towards the other two. “What is that thing?!”

“I don't know! Could this be the hallucinogens the radio was talking about?” Impulse suggested, only for a hook to be sent flying their way, scratching him on the arm, “nope! That's very real! Oh god!”

“There! Quick!” They got to the back door, trying to open it. The door wouldn't budge. “Crap!”

“Wait, I can pick the lock! Just give me one moment!” Scar said, grabbing the hairpin he kept in his long brown locks.

“How do you know how to open locks?!” Grian shouted.

“You learn a thing or two in the local swim team.” Scar said, starting to do his magic.

“That does not answer my question!”

“Guys, we might not have a moment!” Impulse pointed out as the creature slowly floated towards them. Outside, the sky seemed to be getting too dark.

“I have an idea!” Impulse said, running towards the door, “Grian! Skizz! I need you to cover me!”

“How?!” Skizz shouted, but Grian knew how. He grabbed a fishing pole and used it to hook against the creature's cloak before reeling it against a nearby counter. As he imagined, the creature was very light.

It was down long enough for Impulse to grab the shotgun and shoot it, again and again, causing a purple liquid to fall, though not for long as the would almost immediately began regenerating like a purple spider web being formed before their eyes.

“Scar!” Grian shouted.

“I got it!” The brunette pulled the back door open and rushed outside with the other three following after him, though not quick enough.

“Ack!” Impulse screamed and all of them turned around to watch as their friend was pulled by the ankle. The creature not only had wings, it apparently also had tentacles coming out of its cloak.

“Dipple Dot! Hold on” Skizz tried to help him, but the creature was far stronger.

“Skizz! You need to go! It doesn't have to get both of us!”

“Never! I'm never leaving a brother behind!”

“Scar!” Grian shouted and the man who was ahead turned around to look, “we gotta help!” He began running back to the duo.

Just before he could reach, a second winged being dropped in front of them and wrapped Skizz in its wings before anyone could do anything about it. With a purple glow, the man was also gone leaving just his clothes behind.

“No!” Grian shouted as the creature turned around and attempted to envelope him as well. Just as they were about to connect, Scar grabbed him by the back of his shoulder and pulled him on top of him before he began wheeling away. “Wait! Impulse!” Grian shouted as the world around them seemed to morph and turn like they were in a nightmare rather than a physical place. “SCAR! IMPULSE IS STILL THERE!”

“NO, HE ISN'T! GRIAN, THOSE THINGS BLANKED HIM WHILE HE WAS SHOOTING AT THEM!”

“Huh?” To Grian, Impulse was still at the door, trying to escape, though now that Scar had mentioned it, he did seem to be off. Like his movements weren't really human.

It was a trap and Grian had nearly fallen for it, like Skizz had.

“We need to get out of here!” Scar panted, “I don't know what those things are, but they can mess with our heads and make us disappear!”

“They can't be dead, right?! It can't- can't be!”

“I don't know!” Scar cried, tears streamed down his cheek, “I am just as confused as you are, Grian! I hope they aren't but I just don't know and I can't risk them getting us too!”

The blonde man heard something from above and looked up to see more of the winged beings flying after them in the now purple sky with clouds that appeared to be unblinking eyes. Just how much of what he was seeing was actually true? “What's the plan? They are getting closer!”

“Maybe the car?” He offered as the car came into view, only to be then smashed by one of the creatures landing on it. “Ok, maybe not the car then!”

Had that been true? Or just another deception? “The boat! I can sail us out of here!”

“An option as good as any!” Scar got them to the boat and Grian finally got him off his lap to run to the cabin.

“Ok, I need you to pull the rope!” The experience of the two began warming the old motor that barely wanted to start. “C'mon! C'mon! Just work already! Please!” Finally, it came to life allowing the old boat to start sailing away from the shore. “Oh, thank god.” Grian panted, bringing his hand to his chest before turning around to find no one else on the boat. “Scar? S-scar?!” He shouted, trying to search for the man as the creatures just stopped upon reaching the harbor, standing there and watching as the man sailed away all alone. “No, no, this can't be it can't be happening!” He held his head. There were no clothes left like the others, however, so maybe that meant he hadn't been taken?! Maybe he was still in the town?! But even if that was the case, what could Grian really do to save his friend? Wait, there was his phone. He scrambled to get it, nearly dropping the device in the process. He decided against calling him since, if he was hiding, that could attract the monsters, so, instead, Grian just sent him a message.

‘Scar, I don't know where you are or if you can get this message, but if you do, get in the water. They look like they can't swim or fly above it. Stay safe. I will come back to get you, I promise. Please, stay safe.’

He had to hope that he was alive. He absolutely could not lose Scar.

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#mcyt #gtws #grian #desert duo #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #scarian #goodtimeswithscar #evilsightau #hotguy #trying something new #let's see if people prefer if i post the story directly to tumblr

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mumms-the-word · 14 days

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Love Letters

Alistair and Lucy Amell

These letters were written as a collaboration between @callmethebrightness and myself for the lovely @elspethdekarios's birthday. callmethebrightness wrote the AMAZING letter from Alistair (and I'm obsessed with it, she nailed his voice so well) while I wrote Lucy Amell's reply letter <3 This was so much fun to work on and I am in awe of the talent my friends have in this little corner of tumblr. Thank you @elspethdekarios for trusting us with your OC! I hope you have the happiest of birthdays and that you adore these love letters!

Full text under the cut!

Alistair's Letter by @callmethebrightness

To Warden-Commander Lucy Amell, Hero of Ferelden: Lucy, I love you. I know, bad form to start a letter like that; without even a hello and how are you, but it's literally the only thing that comes to mind when I think of you, so I had to write it down first. I love you. There. Now to the rest. We're making strides looking into the Wardens and Corypheus, this "false Calling" he's managed, though it's not the sort of progress I'm particularly excited about. Every time I think I've figured out the worst of it, more bad news rears its ugly head. I'm a bit less skeptical now that we have some proper allies: not only the Champion of Kirkwall, but Inquisitor Sulah Lavellan, who has all her people putting their heads together to do something about all this. We should consider having an army at our disposal for all our problems, it's really marvelously convenient. Skyhold is an amazing place. Not just the fortress itself, where I've gotten into all sorts of places I shouldn't be ("Oh, I haven't seen this door before" -- surprise, it's a dungeon. No, thank you.) but the people and the activity here. It feels like everyone from the servants to the Inquisitor herself is committed to working together. I've met Fereldans, Orlesians, city elves, surface dwarves, ex-Templars, mages, farmers, nobles, Chantry sisters, Dalish spies, qunari, Tevinters...I could go on. If anything might be able to actually unite all of Thedas, the way the Chantry says it does, it's this thing. It's this place. Maker, I wish you could see it. Every time I see something incredible in my travels, I think that, you know. "Lucy would love this, I wish she could see it." And every time I see something horrible I think, "Maker, I wish Lucy was with me." You get the idea, don't you? You, with me, all the time, no matter what. Sometimes you're all I think about. But you knew that already. We're going to figure this thing out, Lucy. I'm going to make sure the Wardens have nothing more to fear from this Elder One, even if I have to fight him myself. And when you return, whether you've found what you're looking for or not, and I see you again -- I'm going to take you in my arms and never let you go. I mean it. That's not an exaggeration. I never want to be apart from you again, Lucy. Nothing is more important to me than that. What else? I love you. I miss you. Leliana is scarier than ever, but in a good way. I've eaten Orlesian cheese and do not care for it. I miss you. I told the Inquisition's ambassador I would include a small note in their missive to the Hero of Ferelden but my letter is now longer than the official one. I hope those creepy ravens of Leliana's can carry a little extra weight. When you see it, write her back and tell her it's creepy; she won't listen to me. There are less terrible birds, Leliana. Maker, I miss you so much I don't want to stop writing to you. Is that odd? Probably. But you wouldn't say odd. "Alistair, you're too sweet." That's what you always say when I'm being a fool, especially a lovestruck fool. Can't say I don't appreciate it, though. I'll write you again soon. There's talk of the fortress at Adamant, a potential siege. All sorts of military talk I do not care for. Whatever happens, you'll hear from me soon. I never can stand to wait long. Yours forever, Alistair

Lucy Amell's Letter (by me)

To Warden Alistair: [In a smaller script] Leliana, don’t be nosy! You’ve got your own letter! My darling, I love you. I don’t care if it’s bad form, just seeing those words at the start of your letter gave me so much joy and comfort that I couldn’t even read the rest of letter at first. I just wanted to linger there on those words and imagine them in your voice. I love you. I love you. I love you. And, Maker’s breath, I miss you, too. As my journey out west bring me farther and farther away from recognizable society, I find myself traveling alone more often than not. There are good people out here, and plenty of interesting distractions, and more than enough danger to keep my mind occupied, but again and again I wish you were at my side. I know taking down the Elder One is important, but these days I wish I had been more selfish and brought you along. But what’s done is done, and it’s good that you’re there, trying to shake some sense into our fellow Wardens. Someone has to. What you’ve told me about the situation, and what little Inquisitor Lavellan has included in her letter, troubles me. It sounds like Corypheus is more dangerous than we thought…but if the Inquisition has the army and the resources that you say it does, then I trust them to succeed. And I trust you to survive whatever comes your way. We’ve gotten out of worse scrapes, the two of us, haven’t we? Regardless, I’ve asked Inquisitor Lavellan to look after you. I know, I know, you would say I’m fussing over you too much (but I know you love it). But if she’s your ally, then she’s my ally too, and I feel no shame in asking this much of her. I want you in one piece when we meet again, my love. Be good for me. Don’t wander into dungeons that you can’t wander out of. Avoid the Orlesian cheese if you hate it so much. Remind Leliana to eat every now and again. I know her work keeps her busy, and I can only imagine that the death of the Divine has shaken her more than she’s letting on. And take care of yourself, too. Oh, and I’m not telling Leliana that her birds are creepy. Just be glad she’s not sending missives via nug, or we’d never get letters to one another. I’ll write soon, my darling. I love you. I miss you. Yours always, Lucy [below, in a messier scrawl, as if added to the end of the page in haste] Alistair, I’m glad I didn’t send this letter right away! I’ve got big news. I think I’ve found something, and if I’m right, it means the end of this journey is in sight. I don’t want to say what it is just yet, but…I have a really good feeling about this. This might be the cure we’ve been hoping for. But if not, I don’t care. If it’s not this, then I’ve got nothing else to investigate out here. If this isn’t our cure, then the silver lining is this—I’m coming home, and nothing is going to stop me. Meet me in Redcliffe when all of this is said and done. Whether I’ve found the cure for our Callings or not, I will be there, in the place we first started to fall in love, at the start of the next summer. And once we are together again, my love, I swear that nothing will ever separate us again. With all my love, Lucy

#happy birthday friend!!!#it was so much fun working on these letters #and getting to work with the talent callmethebrightness??#truly amazing #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #dao #dai #alistair theirin #warden alistair #warden amell #other wardens #lucy amell

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dapper-dinosaursblog · 2 months

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Convo Between Bros

//SPOILERS FOR LIKE, ALL OF MY HERO ACADEMIA//

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Denki: Woah, dude. Since when do you eat cup ramen?

Kat: Shut the hell up, what I eat doesn't concern you.

Denki: Except it does because we work together, and I'm going to be the one who has to deal with you complaining about how you feel like shit tomorrow.

Kat: Listen here, you vocaloid reject I-

Denki: Oh! I get it now. You're broke.

Kat: MY FINANCES DON'T-

Denki: 'Don't concern you,' whatever. How on earth are you of all people low on cash? You've been working nonstop since we made our official debuts!

Kat: Just because I work so much doesn't mean I'll just have money to spend like a loser. Some of us actually budget our money, so we don't end up on the streets.

Denki: Yeah, but you've been taking on almost every call that comes in, dude. Even if you were focused on your bills, you could easily afford to- oh. Oh.

Kat: What're you 'oh-ing' for, you sound stupid.

Denki: Who is it?

Kat: Hah?

Denki: Whoever you've been spending your money on; who is it? Is it someone I know?

Kat: What makes you think I'd spend my hard earned money on some extra?

Denki: You literally dropped a few hundred for Midoriya's birthday one ye- IT'S MIDORIYA, ISN'T IT?

Kat: SHUT YOUR TRAP, PIKACHU!

Denki: Sero owes me so much money.

Kat: Why would he- never mind. I ain't spending shit on Deku, so get that thought out of your head.

Denki: You can't lie to me, Kats. I'm pretty smart, ya' know?

Kat: Didn't you fail the practical portion of our finals in first and second year?

Denki: Didn't you die that one time because you thought you could take on you-know-who by yourself?

Kat: Woah, too soon.

Denki: It's been eight years, get over it.

Kat: You can't just get over something like that.

Denki: Fair. But you know what you can get over? It's actually a river in Egypt-

Kat: I will blast your ass out of here so hard, that you'll be shitting ash for weeks.

Denki: This isn't the end of this.

Kat: Get the hell out of my kitchen.

Denki: You were the one who invited me over!

Kat: Yeah, a lapse in judgement. Now, get out.

Denki: Fine, but remember, you'll just have to see me at work tomorrow.

Kat: *after Denki has left* why the fuck am I friends with him.

#mha #mha spoilers #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #denki kaminari #bakugou katsuki

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Love You For Life

Summary: Katsuki's wedding day

Warnings: Strong Language & fluff

Requested By: Anon

A/N: this is inspired by the song Love U 4 Life by Jodeci. This mf long but I hope y'all enjoy.

Narrative

Six months later

Today was the wedding of number two pro hero Dynamite and number five pro hero Y/N.

The media was anticipating this wedding, waiting outside of the church, waiting for photos to be released from the ceremony. No news reporters were allowed inside, except for the photographer.

Everything thing was set up beautifully to their liking. The food was put out in their designated spots, and the tables were decorated according to vision. Everything was going perfectly, except for the groom, Katsuki Bakugo, hyperventilating in the back.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK! OKAY, KATSUKI, DON'T FUCK THIS SHIT UP! THIS IS YOUR WEDDING DAY....FOR CHRIST SAKES GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER! YOU LOOK LIKE A SHITTY EXTRA RIGHT NOW!" He told, himself, holding both hands over his face.

"Damn, man, just calm down! You acting like you're getting ready to fight a villain or something. It's your wedding day. Just relax." Denki said, trying to calm down the angry blonde to his best ability. But being Kaminari, that's something he could never do.

"You think I don't know that shit, SPARK PLUG!" He growled, popping small explosions from his hand.

Katsuki was just extremely nervous. There is no way to front about it. The whole relationship of 8 years he was his usual confident self, but here on this day where he was getting ready to marry the love of his life, the one who would bare his future children, the one he would grow old with, suddenly hit him in the face like a ton of bricks.

"Bakubro, what are you worried about? I mean our whole friendship. You've been as confident as ever. You run up to your fears and take them head on, so you getting married shouldn't be no different. You know Y/N loves you, even with all your flaws, so go out there and show her why you love her." Kirishima said, holding Katsuki shoulder.

"B-but, what if I mess up or sum shit. What if I start panicking? I can't let them extras see me like that, especially Y/N." Katsuki muttered, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Alright, kacchan, stop saying this stuff about yourself. Neither of you has cold feet. You both have been crazy about each other since UA. I mean I've never seen a person love you with so much sincerity, even back when you acted like a fucking rapid dog." Izuku said, laughing along with everyone else, making Katsuki glare at the green haired man.

"The point is you're literally made for each other. So, even if you do mess up on your words out there, I'm sure Y/N isn't gonna love you any less. So get out there and do your best." Izuku finished, looking at Katsuki through the mirror, smiling encouragingly.

Katsuki turned around and looked at Sero, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, and Izuku. All his best friends and I smiled a little nodding. They all did a small group hug and got ready for their best friends big day.

-Time Skip-

Y/N and all her friends helping her get ready, unlike Katsuki, she wasn't freaking out. I mean, she was nervous, that was expected. But she wasn't freaking out. If anything, she was excited to marry the man she loved since she was a teenager. Not many people can say they've made it this far. She knows the water works is gonna start as soon as she sees him standing at that alter.

Mina did final touches on her hair as her sister did her makeup. A gold crystal hairpin was clipped onto the hair and sprayed with hair spray for extra shine.

As she got up and stood in front of the mirror, she got emotional. She thought she looked absolutely beautiful. She turned around to her bridesmaids and to her family, waiting for their say on how she looked.

Her mother placed her hand over her mouth and cried, saying she looked so beautiful. Y/N waved her hands over her face, laughing, trying to stop herself from crying. She felt like a princess. Like how all little girls pictured themselves on their wedding day.

They had their little moment and got ready to have Y/N walk down that aisle.

-Time Skip-

The music started as Y/N walked down the aisle holding on to her dad. As she stared at Katsuki, the waterworks officially started. He looked so handsome.

"Could you just please tell me, will you believe in love and the promise that it gives?"

Katsuki's heart was pounding out his chest. He could feel it in his ears. You looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. There's been plenty of moments in their relationship where he fell in love with you all over again. And this moment was at the top of his list.

"I wanna love U 4 life, 'cause your love is why I live. Will you believe in love and the promise that it gives?"

They both couldn't keep the smiles off their faces as Y/N made it closer to the altar. They realized that today was actually happening. Both of them were marrying each other for the rest of their lives.

"But, now I know that you understand. I wanna take you by the hand and walk with you down that aisle."

Y/N waved at family and friends as she finally made it to Katsuki. She looked into his deep red eyes, filled with tears, and smiled tearfully. She reached her hand up and wiped his cheeks.

"Just please tell me, will you believe in love and the promise that it gives? I wanna love U 4 life, 'cause your love is why I live."

"You look beautiful." Katsuki whispered, smiling softly.

Y/N looked at Katsuki, feeling her eyes water again, "You look very handsome yourself." She said, chuckling.

"I love you." Katsuki mouthed.

"I wanna love U 4 life."

"Love you more." Y/N mouth back as tears slid down.

"cause your love is why I live."

#black reader #black writers #black tumblr #self post #tumblelog #poc reader #poc writer #black girls #black representation #black excellence #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x black reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha #mha x reader

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luvscrazy · 2 months

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"I can save you." Pt4

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem reader (Enemies to lovers)

Summary: (Preview if you wanna overlook the series idea, the quirk, and the timelines that will occur.) You were born with a medical quirk called Life-Link, which means you can transfer your vitality to others at any time. You decide to take it upon yourself to apply at U.A. What will happen with your non "Heroic" quirk, at this school? Will you achieve your dream of becoming a hero? or are you just useless, like you've been thinking?

Warnings: Minor Language. Mentions of death, most will be gory. (For future reference.)

Word Count: 692

Parts: Part1 Part2 Part3

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A spark in the flames.

💥 As the day progressed, we were called onto the training grounds. The area was filled with various obstacles, mock villains, and battle dummies designed to push us to our limits. Class 1-A was also there along the battlegrounds. Our instructor explained to all of us that we would get a chance to showcase our potential. We’re divided into teams to tackle different scenarios that test combat, strategy, and teamwork.

💥 I wasn’t assigned to the combat section. My part was to watch and observe everyone and provide support if needed. That’ll give me extra points to bond with everyone..hopefully. I was paired with Kendo and Shio on a team. This will require me to evaluate and heal any injuries they might get during training. While I was working with them I got a sense of their personalities and quirks. Kendo is enthusiastic and determined but brings motivation to everyone. Her quirk is cool, and it's big on combat. I like the martial art moves she can do, maybe later I'll ask her to train me. Shi, on the other hand, is thoughtful and strategic in guiding her quirk Vine. Her hair is made up of vines. They are spikey can capture someone, and are pretty tough to get out of. That's a good quirk to have within combat and catching villains especially.

💥 I watched as they used their quirks. I was also spotting in class 1-A. Their quirks were so cool. A boy could harden his body, it sort of reminded me of TetsuTetsu, Maybe their cousins? A girl with pink skin had an acidic quirk. I watched as her quirk melted the dummies down. Lastly, the one I watched was a boy with an explosion quirk. It's hard to miss his quirk since it's so loud.

💥 It's impressive how many dummies he's knocked down in a second. I focused my attention back on Kendo and Shio. Once training was done, the explosion boy was walking behind me as he muttered something, clearly looking pissed off. As I was waiting for Kendo and Shio to get done, curiosity struck me as I looked at the boy, he looked pretty beat up. Before I knew it was following quietly behind him. He sat down by a nearby bench, and I stood in front of him.

💥 He gives me a death glare.

“What do you want?”He grumbles not in the mood to converse. I take a deep breath and try to remain composed.

💥 “I saw you fighting, and your injuries looked pretty bad, so I'm here to help if you want it,” I said with a slight smile at him.

He glares at me but doesn’t refuse as he takes off his gauntlets. He lets me inspect his arms and hands. As I'm working on him, I can feel the tension in the air. There's an awkward silence as I work on him, but we manage to make some small talk.

💥 “Look, I know you think my quirk isn’t suited for combat,” I say, trying to keep the conversation light, “but it’s not just about fighting. Sometimes, being able to heal and save lives is just as important.”

💥 Bakugo’s eyes are narrow as he processes your words. “You think you can just come in here and change things? This is hero training. You better not get in our way.”

💥I meet his gaze firmly. “I’m here to support and help, not to be a burden. I believe we all have our roles to play, even if they’re not always obvious.”

💥 “Look, I don't know who gave you the idea that a MEDICAL quirk can come in and be a pro hero and defeat villains, but you're not going to make it here, or out there. Should’ve gone to a regular boring high school, for I wanna be a hero like you.” He yells.

💥What an asshole. I ignore his words as I keep working on him. Once I'm done he pulls away roughly and doesn’t even give me a thank you as he picks up his gauntlets and heads over to his class. I glare at him slightly.

💥 “What an asshole!”, I repeat to myself.

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#bnha bakugou #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #dynamight #lord explosion murder god dynamight #great explosion murder god dynamight #mha #x reader #x yn #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #y/n #series #enemies to lovers

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inkblackorchid · 1 month

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dunno if you've ever been asked, but what are your thoughts on z-one? He's one of my favorite final boss villains in YGO but I know (especially for a while) people didn't like him due to the fakeout of not being an evil Yusei.

Hey there! As a matter of fact, I have not been asked. I think Z-ONE's a fine antagonist, frankly. The setup to get to him takes a while, but the reveal when he finally shows up is pretty good where I'm concerned. (Of course, some things about him are plagued by the same plotholes as the entire WRGP—mostly, the scope of his "godlike" powers is very, very unclear. But since it adds a lot of pizzazz, I can usually overlook it.) Moreover, I think the initial reveal of his face—where it's unclear whether or not he's Yusei at first—is perfect, because it really throws you for a loop.

That said, I'm a bit in two minds about the identity thing. On one hand, I get why people wanted him to be Yusei, as in, the actual, real Yusei, who was simply pushed to his limits by a horrid, inescapable future. The sheer amount of angst would have been unparalleled. And it would have posed the very interesting question of just what it would take to push Yusei, our very own protagonist, that far. After all, he's the hero, he's the one preaching hope and friendship even when everyone else has given up on it already. Just the implications alone of a person like Yusei—Yusei—being pushed far enough to become the villain would have been downright cataclysmic. It would have sold the sheer hopelessness of the Meklord future like nothing else. So I get why people wanted it to be true, there's certainly potential there.

But at the same time... I'm not sure I can bring myself to see it. And a lot of that has to do with what canon presents us before the big reveal of Z-ONE's face already. First, there's the fact that it's Yusei. As I said, this is the guy who's all-in on loyalty, hope, and friendship even when nobody else is. It is arguably one of his, if not the defining trait he has. To topple that unwaveringness by implying even he could be pushed to give up on these things... I don't know if it might not have soured his character a bit in some people's eyes. Even if it might have been more realistic, even if it might have been human. Then, there's also the things we get about Z-ONE, as a character, before the reveal. And yes, I concede that's very little, but frankly? It's enough to make him feel like he absolutely couldn't be Yusei to me. Like yes, granted, the unavoidable future of despair™ would have probably changed his personality somewhat, but to that degree? Z-ONE acts nothing like Yusei to me. His tactics in manipulating Sherry, the way he speaks with Aporia during their duel, hell, the sodding Timelords he plays. I mean, sure, obviously they gave him a completely different deck so they could a.) sell more cards and so b.) the reveal could be delayed a little longer for more tension, but something about the idea that Yusei, had he actually been Z-ONE, would have completely abandoned his old deck, kept not even a single card, not even Stardust, or Speed Warrior, or Scrap-Iron Scarecrow, doesn't sit right with me. And that's obviously not touching on the timeline shenanigans that don't quite match up, because Z-ONE's ruined future is implied to be far away enough to exceed Yusei's own lifespan. (Now, if they had actually written Z-ONE to act more like Yusei, and to perhaps, damningly, have kept some of Yusei's cards, I might have been more on board with the idea.)

I don't know, I might be in the minority there, but I think Z-ONE was fine the way he was in canon. We got the shock moment of him possibly being Yusei without delving into either the emotional can of worms, nor the timeline nonsense can of worms that would have come with him actually being Yusei. Z-ONE is an excellent, end-of-show antagonist to me, with or without that extra angst. I don't usually like fakeouts that much, either, but this one, I'll happily tolerate. (Though I would argue the guy could have used just a smidgen more setup and would be even stronger if not for the nonsense worldbuilding of the Meklords. But everyone and their mother who knows my blog knows how I feel about the Meklords, worldbuilding-wise.)

#yugioh 5ds #yusei fudo #z-one #ask the orchid #*holds up z-one* I just think he's neat #tha dark signers still get me marginally more hyped #but I am self-aware enough to admit that's mostly because of aesthetics #I'm a sucker for the vengeful goth squad #that said z-one's a very good antagonist to end the show on #but yeah there you go!#orchid rambles

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nights-legacy · 2 years

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Hello, how are you? i would like to ask if you could do a imagine if you don't mind with hawks please where he gave him one of his feathers and at some point he starts to feel an extra heartbeat and realizes that she's pregnant, but no one even knew the reader with fluff please

Hope you like it! This was so cute to work on.

Baby Detector?- Hawks

Masterlist MHA Masterlist

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+ After a scare, Hawks gives you one of his feathers to give you both some peace of mind. A couple of months down the road, he notices something that sends his mind whirling.

Being the No. 2 Hero is a dangerous job. Hawks has known very little of the domestic, fluffy life of being in a relationship. He honestly thought he would never experience that until he met you. You had completely flipped his world around for the better. He wanted to flaunt you to the world but he had seen how other Heroes' significant others had been in danger. He didn't want that so you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret.

Y/N's POV

I trudged into the apartment after a long day. Working for a publishing company, especially being the head assistant, Lends itself to being a busy job. It didn't help that there was a villain attack just outside our building, causing us to have to evacuate half way through the day.

"Keigo! I'm home." I snogged off my coat. Just as I took off my shoes, I was enveloped from behind by strong arms and wings. "Oh, hi!"

"Are you alright?" Keigo whispered into the back of my neck. I smiled at his concern. I set my head on top of his.

"Yes, baby. I'm fine."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I was knee deep in another attack when I heard about your building and I..."

"Keigo!" I interrupted his rambling. I turned to cradle his face in my hands. "I am fine. I'm not hurt in any way."

"Good." He ran his hands up and down my arms while wrapping his wings tighter. He kissed my forehead. "Come on. I made dinner." He stepped back.

"You made dinner? Keigo Takami made dinner?" I joved. He rolled his eyes as he pulled me along.

"Ha ha. I know it's rare but I beat you home for once. So I decided to whip something up for when you got home." He shrugged. We got to the table and I saw a variety of things.

"Whip something up? You sure you're not trying to provide for a slew of people?" I laughed. He chuckled. "This is so nice, Kei. I'm going to wash up and be right back." I packed his lips and slipped away.

We ate until we were stuffed and well satisfied. We just finished the dishes and he drug me to the living room. He was all giddy and I couldn't help but chuckle at him. He sat me down on the couch.

"Okay. What's gotten into you?"

"I have something for you. Close your eyes." I shook my head but did as he asked. I heard him move away before returning quickly. "Okay hold out your hands. There, now open." I opened my eyes to see one of Keigo's feathers in my palms. It was attached to a beautiful gold chair.

"Keigo?" I looked up at him. He smiled.

"I wanted you to have one of my feathers. So you always know I'm with you. Also in case you ever need me, you have the most direct link. You know how my quirk works. So Yeah." He sat down next to me.

"Keigo... thank you." I leant forward and kissed him sweetly. "This is so thoughtful. Thank you." I put the necklace on before cuddling into his side.

"You're welcome my love." He got comfortable on the couch, cradling us in his wings.

"Buutt ... I know this is a double meaning gift." I felt him tense. "It's also so you can make sure for yourself that I'm alright. Especially after something like today."

"That obvious?" He chuckled before smiling sheepishly.

"Come on Keigo." I chuckled, pushing back to look at him. "You gave me this on the same day I was nearly in a catastrophe. You're slick but not that slick Hawks." I booped his nose. He laughed. He pulled me back down into his chest.

"Can't pull the wool over your eyes." I hummed before kissing him. The kiss started out simple and sweet but after a few moments, I wanted more. I squirmed around to sit on his lap, deepening the kiss. We pulled away, breathing heavily. He picked up the feather. "I can feel your heart beating."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And it's racing." He set his hand on my chest. "Are we excited lovebird? Do you want something?" He ducked under and kissed along my jawline.

"Keigo. If you even think about teasing..." I started but he cut me off with a kiss.

"Sh, sh. Don't worry." He said against my lips. He stood up with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist. "I know what you want. I want it too."

"Then do something." I mumbled as he walked to our room.

*A couple of months later*

3rd POV

Hawks was sitting on a wall, taking a short break while Endeavor was on the phone with one of his kids. Shoto from the sound of it. It was a nice day. Not too hot with a nice breeze that blew through his feathers. At the feeling, he decided to check up on Y/N. He focused on the feather.

"There we go." He said as he felt her heart beat. He could feel her breathing evenly and that the heart rate was normal. No trouble, good. He thought to himself. He was about to move on when something small caught his attention. It was a small pitter patter that he could have easily missed. He "listened" for a moment to try and figure out what it was.

He wriggled his feather to juxtaposition where it laid on her. He determined it was on her stomach. He was stumped.

"What could it ..." He froze in realization. Soft sound. Pitter patter. Stomach. "She's... Oh man." He fell off the wall at the surprise.

"Good God, Hawks. Pull yourself together." Endeavor said as he narrowed his eyes at the birdman.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course Endeavor." He dusted himself off, shaking out his wings. He was jittery all over and the rest of the day he was restless. As soon as he got home, he was calling for Y/N. "Baby! Baby, where are you?"

"I'm here. In our room." Y/N called. He was across the apartment in a flash. He flew in the bedroom door. "Woah, woah! What's going on?"

Y/N's POV

I stared at him as he caught his breath. He looked like he had run a marathon. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to calm down. I couldn't help but chuckle at his appearance.

"Give me a second." He held up a finger. I held in another laugh. I could tell by his wings that he was excited about something.

"What's got you in such a tizzy?"

"I'm not for sure but I think I may have some big news." He straightened up and took a big breath.

"Okay then what's this maybe big news?" I asked. He took a step closer. I could see he was a bit nervous. I reared up and stroked his cheek. "Keigo?"

"I checked up on you today. Through, you know. When I did, I noticed something." He started. I urged him on. "I noticed a small sound that was barely there."

"You're not making any sense, Keigo." He chuckled. He looked down at my stomach before setting a hand on it.

"I heard what sounded like a heartbeat underneath yours, right here." I looked down at his hand and it took a moment to put two and two together.

"What!" I exclaimed. I looked him in the eyes. "You mean you think I'm..."

"Yeah." He nodded.

"I'm pregnant?" I said breathlessly.

"It's just a maybe but there is definitely something going on. So maybe be a good idea to go to the doctor?" He suggested. I was in a daze, still comprehending his words. "Baby?"

"Yes, yes. Doctor. Yes, I'll make an appointment. Um..."

"I want to go with you so can you schedule it on my day off." He asked.

"Keigo."

"Yes?" He met my eyes.

"That means someone will know about us..." He must have just now realized that.

"Right well. This um..." He stumbled on his words. He paused before a look of determination came over his face. "I will not let you go through this on your own. If you are pregnant, I won't have people thinking you're some type of hussy. They need to know that you are an honest woman and there is someone taking care of you." He said strongly.

"How chivalrous of you." I chuckled lightly. He smiled, setting his forehead on mine.

"Plus, it wouldn't be so bad if people knew, right? At least the people we're closest to us?"

"Yes. It wouldn't be so bad." I agreed. "On both people knowing and our own... Our own baby."

"Can you imagine it? A kid of our own?"

"Yeah. I can." I said, looking down at his hand still on my stomach. I place mine on top of his before reaching up to cup his cheek.

"A mini us." he whispered before kissing me. I sighed, kissing him back. He pulled away suddenly. "Oh! We need to pick a room for a nursery!" He took off running.

"Keigo! Don't get ahead of yourself!" I laughed, chasing after him.

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