#we lov to see the hands on emotional support

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as one of the three mustard fans i feel obligated to yap about him to anyone who will listen.

in the grand scheme of things he’s not particularly important, but the few scenes he’s in definitely are.

he brings up something that many people forgot while watching the show.

that even in a world where people can turn their skin into steel or shoot acid from their hands, a bullet is a bullet.

that no matter how powerful your quirk is, if you get shot in the head you’re gonna fucking die 😭 i mean unless you have a regeneration quirk but those are pretty rare and if someone unloads a revolver into your skull i doubt your quirk would be able to keep up with the damage.

it shows people that a villain doesn’t need a powerful quirk to be dangerous. someone who’s competent with a gun or a knife can be just as dangerous as someone like dabi.

he’s also extremely intelligent. being able to tell where people are based on the movement of the gas isn’t something inherently related to his quirk, it’s a learned skill. he’s also very skilled with his gun, he was able to destroy tetsutetsu’s mask with one point blank shot. as well as being able to hit the same spot multiple times to break through tetsutetsu’s hardening.

when kendo says that mustard carries a gun around because he “can’t win a fight on his own merits” as much as i love her, she’s really stupid for that.

snipe’s whole thing is guns. his quirk has nothing to do with guns inherently, he just chose to use them. and support gear is a massive industry in this universe.

and no one talks about why this middle schooler has a gun and is hanging out with the LOV. that’s not exactly normal middle schooler behavior.

i have some theories so bear with me while i ramble about him.

so obviously he has a villainous quirk. his gas can kill people if they’re exposed to a concentrated amount of it for long enough. and he can’t control where the gas goes, only how much he releases.

(this is more of a headcannon but i like it too much to not share it. his father can create small amounts of purple mist around his body, and his mother sweats bleach. but one of his grandparents could create an ammonia based gas. and what happens when you mix ammonia and bleach? you get mustard gas. ik it’s kinda dumb but i like it.)

i believe that he had a hard time controlling his quirk as a child. with strong emotions causing him to activate his quirk.

in this universe there’s definitely schools/institutions for kids with dangerous quirks. so his parents probably shipped off to one of those institutions so they didn’t have to deal with him.

i feel like he resents the UA students because if an employer sees they went to UA, they have a way higher chance of getting the job.

but when they see that he went to an institution for kids with dangerous quirks, he could be rejected on the spot.

tl;dr i love mustard someone please sedate me

Since you posted this ask to me Iam assuming that Iam one of the three mustard fans and Iam honoured to be recognised as such.

As you know I have talked about mustard before and the potential his storyline has here.

Your whole rant makes me think that mustard in canon is basically the vision people have for fanon villain izuku and I love it.

Mustard brings up a good point which is that people rely on their quirks too much because someone with a uselss or a weak quirk can still be dangerous and powerful by honing in their other skills. Heroes who rely on their quirks primarily and nothing else are the ones that get injured and hurt the most because even if you have a powerful quirk it's not guaranteed to help you in every situation. Sometimes quirks cant always go up against technology as we see in the vigilante arc technology can very much overpower strong quirks whether you like it or not.

Oh I actually do like your headcanon. Personally I have always interpreted mustard as having an anaesthetic type quirk something similar to midnight. I wish the series delved into midnight and mustard interactions especially because mustard is too young to go to jail as people in Japan can only be punished for their crimes when they're above the age of 14.

Reputations and public image are very important things in MHA whether you're a hero or not. Mustard going to that type of institution is interesting although I don't think there are any in canon. I have interpreted it as mustard having something similar to toga where they both suffered from horrible quirk counselling and were told to control themselves not taught how and an incident happend and they ended up here. However everything that comes to mustard to me is 10 times more interesting simply because of how young he really is and how vague everything about him is

[petrich0-r]

warning!!! long rant incoming

weeks later and i am still not over how much reading chapter 426 traumatized me. seeing touya reduced to a what??? burnt-up corpse strapped to a wall and on life support, barely breathing and with no hope of recovery, with only a bleak "slow march toward death" ahead of him was only the first blow.

then we see the todofam marching into the hospital determined to "talk with him" while he can barely string together a few sentences and is strapped to a heart monitor in a way that invasively reveals his true feelings of upset/excitement/anixety at whatever they feel like talking to him about, which was personally mortifying to witness.

one of the FIRST things he says is how he isn't "some damn tourist attraction" for them to come gawk at and talk at to make themselves feel better. and yes even though most of my ire is directed at enji i still dislike how the rest of the family acted in this chapter. all determined to say their piece now that he's forced to stay there and listen to them, and even shouto's part in all of it being framed as him "saving" touya and making time for them all to have together while he is DYING an AGONIZING and SLOW death. also natsuo not even saying anything to touya even though he was the only one to ever advocate for him and constantly remind everyone in the family of what happened to his brother and demanding justice from enji. although if i interpret this as him recognizing that talking with touya now would only violate his privacy since he can't hide his feelings because of the heart monitor his behaviour is the only one that makes sense.

enji once again taking the opportunity to talk about what HE is doing to atone for "his sins", in a way that fills me with such indescribable rage and fury at this man's audacity to even show his face to any member of his family and makes me once again want to kill him with my bare hands because i am SICK and TIRED of hearing about his "atonement" and "rejection". and even though natsuo renounces him definitively once and for all once they exit the hospital, he also says he thinks enji is a "badass" now???? EXCUSE. ME. also shouto calling him "father" still makes me want to puke i'm sorry.

to rub salt into the wound the chapter then switches to hawks talking with nagant who is now fully recovered?? from literally exploding??? in a parody of what i hoped a final dabihawks interaction was going to be. but i guess only heroes and "good" victims get to live and have miraculous recoveries in this story.

another thing that makes me livid is this trend horikoshi has set of showcasing touya in pivotal panels as not-being-burnt-to-a-crisp so he can?? what??? show us his imagined facial expressions better??? idk it just feels so disingenuous to him being crippled, burnt to death, stripped of all bodily autonomy, irreversibly and gruesomly injured only for horikoshi to take the easy way out when he wants to show emotions on his face so we can what?? see him as a person still and not a disfigured corpse???? i don't get it.

as someone who up until those chapters at the end where horikoshi decided that yes izuku should absolutely vanquish tomura was very hopeful about bnha's ending and where it was headed and what kind of story it wanted to tell i feel immeasurably and utterly betrayed and furious at what happened to the remaining lov characters. touya's end is a nightmare scenario on a personal level but what tomura's character went through at the end felt like a complete butchering of everything he as a character stood for. and don't get me started on himiko, a fucking TEENAGE GIRL who i was SURE would get to live if nobody else from the league did. but those are rants for another post.

my final thoughts for this rant are musings on whether horikoshi is aware how hurtful and trauma-inducing chapter 426 is. i struggle to grasp how he could write such a nuanced character without apparently knowing the first thing about how to resolve their story in a satisfying way. whether or not he waffled on how he should end bnha and then chickened out on its "true/controversial/revolutionary" ending i can only speculate but at this point i don't even care because the fact is he CHOSE to end the story this way and i have no idea what the point of it all even was anymore and i am tired and rant over because i've been rambling like a lunatic for way too long now

anyway sorry if this doesn't make a lick of sense idk what i'm saying or trying to articulate here, this is my first post of this length and i was gonna keep it all inside but i felt i had to let it out somehow. if u got this far thank you for reading this and have a good day <33

[lunajay33]

Hurt Pt.3💔

Summary: After y/n is shot by Andrea and recovers she has a hard time dealing with Andreas rude remarks and it leads her to believe she’s not good enough for Daryl

•Masterlist•

It’s been a few days and Daryl was successful at keeping Andrea away from me and yesterday we found Sophia in the barn, I know it’s been hard on him and I know Carol has been stressing him out

I was laying in out tent when he came in looking angry

“Hey D are you alright?” I asked as he kicked off his boots

“Damn woman is getting in my nerves” he groaned as he laid down next to me with his head resting in my chest

I instantly ran my fingers through his hair hoping to calm him down

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked kissing his head

“She’s selfish, I did everything and she’s just pushing me” I knew I was the only one he opened up to like this

“Just try to ignore her right now, maybe she just doesn’t know what to do with herself right now, I know everything has been stressful lately first with the baby and then the barn, we just have to work with what happened and I’m always here to make sure you’re okay and we will be okay Daryl” I said as I felt him place his hand on my belly

“I wish we were back in the ol’ world, I’d be working at the garage and I’d come home to ya after to have ya greet me at the door smilin, with our lil baby in yer arms”

“Oh baby, I wish for more than anything for that, to have a little house with you, where we could grow together and make it our home, but as long as I have you with me, by my side then I have a home, and this baby will have a home, you’re my home Daryl, always have been” he looks up and me and a faint smile forms

He didn’t say anything, just leaned up and kissed me before laying back down on my chest

I knew he wasn’t the best when it came to expressing his emotions but I knew how he felt most times, and I knew he had his own way of expressing his love for me but still sometimes I wondered if he was too good for me

“Get some sleep my love” I whispered just wanting him to finally rest

~next morning~

I stayed up the whole night thinking about what he said, the life we could have had back in the world we use to live in, as the sun came up I slowly got out of bed careful not to wake Daryl and left the tent

I sat out on the old tree as I always do and just thought of everything that’s happened recently, thinking about how I’m going to protect this baby, I know I’ll do anything for it but I’m just scared, I was forming a little bump now and I just felt conflicted about everything

“What am I gonna do my little peach?” I said talking to the baby as if it could hear me

“Hey what are you doing up so early?” I heard from behind me and it was Rick

“Oh ummm I just couldn’t sleep, too much on my mind” I said looking back at the sunrise

“Somethin ya need to talk about?” He asked as he sat next to me

“Just wanna be strong enough for Daryl and the baby, so much is happening and I feel like I can’t keep him happy, got any advice?” I laughed nervously

“You ain’t got nothing to do, just show him how much you love him, support him, that’s all he needs is you” he smiled

“Maybe you’re right, thanks Rick” I said as I got up to go inside and help start breakfast

I walked into the kitchen to see Maggie already making eggs

“Morning Maggie!” I said as I started cutting the fruit

“Morning!”

After we cooked enough for everyone I took two plates and walked back to the tent to see Daryl just waking up

“Morning my love, here’s some food!” I said as I sat down infront of him

“What’re you doing up so early”

“Didn’t sleep” picking up a strawberry and eating it

“Ya need to get yer rest while her pregnant”

“I know maybe I’ll nap later” I said trying to make eye contact

“Ya sure yer okay?” He looked at me with his cute scrunched up face

“Just tired is all”

“Okay, make sure ya rest today I’m gonna be out with Rick today, make sure ya stay away from Andrea k?” He said kissing the top of my head before leaving with his cross bow

God I loved that man

I thankfully fell asleep after eating and woke up later in the day, Daryl walked in and that startled me awake

“Hey sunshine, sleep well?” He asked crouching infront of me

“Ya feeling better”

“Rick told me what you said this morning”

“Ugh Damn Rick” I groaned

“Ya gotta stop thinkin yer not good enough fer me, yer everything I need no matter what, it’ll always be you and this baby, I love ya” my heart felt warm

“I love you too baby, I think it’s just the pregnancy, the hormones are making my mood go all over the place, but even though in acting crazy, I will always try to be everything I can for you and make you happy”

“Ya make me happy everyday, just by looking at ya I remember I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world ya land a girl like you” he smiled brushing my hair back

“You’re my everything”

“And yer mine”

[elliespuns]

What is your perspective on tlou2 being inspired by the Israel-Palestine conflict? It didn't register with me at first but I've gotten too attached to the characters by the time that I discovered it and it is genuinely disappointing HOWEVER I have separated their narratives from the political dimension of the game by just focusing solely on the individual emotional journeys that each of the characters go through and I never really bought the games myself first hand except get them second hand but is it still wrong to adore the characters?

Not happy about it. I mean, who would be?

I wasn't aware of it at first either; it just didn't click, and then I started seeing the rumors, and well, it all made sense. I am disappointed. Not at all for Neil Druckmann, though. I don't really care about him (except for his amazing mind, where he created Ellie and Joel, the only fictional characters that I've got to love so much). What I am disappointed in more is that almost everyone thinks that once you continue to love this game, you support the evil too. Which is not how I feel about it.

But then again, does even my opinion matter? I've already got a lot of anon messages throwing hate on me for managing a blog about TLOU and supporting the evil. And I sit here and wonder... where did I ever say that I supported the bad side of the conflict? I don't think I ever did. Why? Because I don't talk about politics on this blog. This blog has been made to share love with all TLOU lovers, not to support Neil Druckmann or anyone else's political views or to even share about politics in general.

People are quick to judge. They go and preach to stand with Palestine and then go hate on the people who chose to stay quiet. People should realize that individuals managing fandom blogs and not sharing politics doesn't automatically mean that they support the evil. We (bloggers) have our own personal lives out of our blogs and our own personal accounts. Many of us are posting about the conflict on our personal social media. People should think about this before making bloggers feel like shit for managing silly blogs where they don't want to discuss what can be discussed elsewhere.

I have a deep bond with this game; I had it a long time ago before any of this was happening (everyone knows I will always prefer the first game over the second). This is not something I can just throw away. I have memories connected to it, feelings, emotions... it's not like I can tell myself 'fuck the game' now just because of the news I got. I guess it's easy for others when the bond is not so strong, but this game has been in a better part of my life for so long, and believe it or not... when I think about how Ellie and Joel make me happy, I don't have fucking Druckmann in mind or any of his political views.

I will never mix my admiration for this project with politics. Me not agreeing with Neil Druckmann's political views won't change the fact that I've already fallen in love with this game years ago. I am not loving Druckmann; I am loving something he once created. That is a big difference. Especially if you've already loved the game before the conflict.

I say, unless you're actively supporting the propaganda and throwing your money at it, you are not hurting anybody. You, being emotionally connected to the story of this propaganda's project or its characters won't really change a thing. Not for good, yes, but not for bad either.

Anyway, this is my opinion. I think people should stop judging those who are not sharing politics on their fandom blogs because they never know what these people share on their personal accounts. We are here to enjoy things that are free; love and joy for fictional characters we've adored for too long.

Sorry, I got a bit carried away. This is probably the only post about politics I'll share, so this needed to be said.

Anyway, you don't need to feel bad for loving the characters. You are not doing anything wrong. I think every one of us who still loves TLOU to this day is able to detach from the fact of who's behind the games. We're here for Ellie and Joel. They don't care about Druckmann either.elliespuns answers

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

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Crawling slowly on the ground, the man reached out his hand towards the roses, his eyes filled with determination.

(What should I do? Is there any food around?)

(Ah...)

I searched the pockets of my skirt and somehow found a wrapped cookie.

(Is it because it's a dream?)

Emma: "If you want, you can have this cookie."

Unhesitatingly offering it to him, the man's eyes changed color, and he stood up, accepting the cookie as if he were receiving a gift.

???: "Thank you for your generosity."

(His attitude changed!)

???: "I haven't had a chance to eat recently, so even if it's a dream, this still makes me happy."

Emma: "That must have been tough."

While maintaining an otherworldly atmosphere, the man took a big bite of the cookie. However, in the next moment, his perfectly sculpted face contorted.

???: "Too sweet!"

Emma: "Huh? Really?"

Curious, I also tried eating one cookie, but its taste was normal.

I tilted my head in confusion, and the man frowned, placing his hand on his chin.

???: "I see. For you, this level of sweetness is pretty normal."

Emma: "Yes. I often eat sweets."

???: "No, that's not it. I mean, an overwhelming sweetness has blended into your daily life."

???: "You're in love, aren't you?"

Emma: "You can tell?"

???: "Yes. The sweetness of the dream world proves that you love and care for someone."

???: "May God bless this pitiful girl."

Emma: "Pitiful?"

???: "It's even more pitiful that you're unaware of it."

Emma: "Who are you anyway?"

???: "You don't know me? Well then, you must be a girl from another country."

???: "Are you from Rhodolite? The land of roses? It's the number one country I'd like to visit someday."

Emma: "T-Thank you very much."

(I wonder which country this guy is from. He looks like a noble, but how come he was hungry?)

(But wait, this is a dream. Does this guy even exist?)

???: "But if you're not a citizen of my country..."

???: "Ah geez, I didn't need to pretend. I did something unnecessary."

(His attitude changed again!)

Azel: "I'm Azel. Even though you'll probably only remember me in this dream, not having a name can be inconvenient."

Emma: "I'm Emma."

Azel: "Well then, Emma. Even though it's a dream, I'll give you some advice as thanks for saving my life."

Azel: "I think you should throw that thing away."

Azel pointed to the jeweled rose protected by a glass dome.

Azel: "Generally, a rose is a symbol of love."

Azel: "To turn it into an everlasting rose means you must have known a deeply profound love."

Azel: "But love is a curse that can drive people mad. The stronger it is, the more it becomes a poison that consumes you."

Emma: "A curse? That's not true."

Azel: "How can you be so sure?"

Emma: “Because I’m happy every day.”

Azel: “Heh, I see.”

(He said it so flatly.)

Azel: “Even though you’re happy now, it doesn’t guarantee it will continue forever.”

Azel: “Just a slight misstep can turn love into a curse and transform you into a beast.”

Azel: “As a fortune-teller, I’ve witnessed many kinds of love.”

Azel: “Love is something beautiful and something to be admired. Many people believe that, but...”

He reached out to a nearby rose and grasped the thorns.

It pierced his skin, and blood oozed out despite being in the dream world.

Azel: “This is what happens when you grasp it recklessly. You get wounded.”

Azel: “Jealousy, possessiveness, fear, madness一love is not made up of only beautiful emotions.”

Emma: “.........”

Azel: “By the way, I hate blood.”

Emma: “Handkerchief! I have one with me.”

I pulled out a handkerchief I usually carried in my pocket and handed it to him.

Azel: “Thank you.”

Emma: “You’re welcome.”

Emma: “I still don’t think love is a curse.”

(I know it’s not always about beautiful emotions, but...)

Emma: “I believe it’s something precious, something we should cherish and hold dear for the rest of our lives.”

It’s the true Love I have finally found.

In the past, the previous Belle and the King had fallen to the depths due to their love, but "we" will never let love turn us into beasts.

Azel: "I see. I have no intention of engaging in pointless arguments with you."

Azel shrugged his shoulders while wiping his hands with the handkerchief.

Azel: "If you insist that much, then stick to your beliefs and see it through."

Azel: "The curse is already on you, so it's too late anyway."

As the news of the previous King's passing was widely reported, a new King was chosen in Rhodolite.

With the new King leading the way, the grand palace, meticulously built with the essence of art, was filled with an oppressively tense atmosphere.

Gilbert: "Good afternoon, people of Rhodolite. Thank you for the warm welcome."

Leon: ".........."

Chevalier: ".........."

Gilbert: "Ahaha! Don't be so wary. I didn't come here today to cause trouble, you know?"

Suddenly, without warning, the royal family of Obsidian, the land of ore and military that posed the greatest threat to the continent and had ruled over many countries, visited the royal court.

For a nation that had long rejected diplomacy, their casual arrival on Rhodolite was unusual.

Gilbert: "Anyway, your clothes have changed since the last time I saw you. A change of mood, perhaps?"

Leon: "As you know, our country is going through a period of change."

Leon: "We've made a fresh start, so we had everyone fitted with diplomatic attire."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I see. By the way, I also got new clothes for diplomatic purposes. How do I look?"

Chevalier: "Stop this nonsense already."

Gilbert: "I was trying to ease the tension."

Chevalier: "If you visited our country for anything other than an evil purpose, I can guess what it is."

Chevalier: "Eyepatch, you’ve also heard about that story, huh?"

Gilbert: "Bingo."

Leon: "Even the skilled Obsidian, known for their espionage abilities, was taken by surprise?"

Gilbert: "Yeah, it's terrible, right? My friend was involved with the alliance, but they wouldn't tell me anything."

Gilbert, smiling cheerfully, approached the wall and looked at the map of the continent.

Gilbert: “As you all know, recently, the three nations of Tanzanite, Achroite, and Kogyoku formed an alliance.”

Gilbert: "Those countries are major powers on the continent, alongside advanced nations like Obsidian, Benitoite, and Jade."

Gilbert: "Oh, by the way, I'm not saying that your country is inferior, okay?"

Gilbert: "It's just that Rhodolite is smaller in scale."

Gilbert: "While your civilization may be on par with the advanced nations, it doesn't have the same reputation throughout the continent."

Leon: "Thanks for your flimsy concern. So, what are your thoughts on this alliance?"

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[oneheir]

manga spoilers ahead !!

i really wish i could go into depth about izuku’s state of mind but it’s usually quite hard for me to get my thoughts into words without yapping and losing my train of thought. but i’m going to try.

in the last few chapters, we as the audience see izuku sort of close up. he very much tries to keep himself in the background and doesn’t speak up when others do, or when he usually would have.

izuku has always been really good at masking. ever since he found out he didn’t have a quirk, he’s been masking, pretending like everything was fine. he was four. he probably learned quickly that talking about himself or what he felt and thought garnered undesirable attention. he also didn’t want to worry his mother, so he internalized a lot. and because all might was always smiling, he was, too. at least, when other people were around.

we see that he has anxiety and is prone to depression, and as the series progresses he has ptsd. i’m sure he has other diagnoses that i may or may not get into bc i’m writing this on my phone at work.

because he’s so good at masking, people don’t think to check in on him as often. most people don’t really check in on people who seem happy all of the time. we see him trying to reach out to ochako and shouto, and they try to reassure him they’re okay ( they are not ), and in doing so, don’t give izuku a chance to bring up whatever issues he may want to talk about.

of course i’m not saying that izuku isn’t happy or hasn’t been through the course of the manga. of course he’s been happy; he’s made new friends, he’s gotten closer to katsuki again, his teacher is all might. but he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders and he was fifteen when that weight was placed onto him. he was given a secret so big that it could tip the scale between ‘good and evil’.

and when he realized that being around others as the current user of ofa was a danger to them, he left. he pushed everyone out, even katsuki and all might, who are the two people he’s kept closest to him through all of his ordeals. even though izuku trusts them with his entire being, he would rather face the dangers alone than drag them further into it.

he’d already lost katsuki once when the league took him after the sports festival and all might isn’t in any condition to be fighting. even before he’d given izuku ofa, all might was in no condition to be fighting on a big scale like this. he barely had the time / energy to fight small time criminals.

despite katsuki and the others coming to bring him back, the final battle left izuku feeling lost. even if one headcanons that tenko is saved, that any of the LOV members are saved, the state of the world is in shambles. it still needs lots of time and adjusting to settle. how do you go from fighting for your life, for everyone’s life, to… not. how do you not instinctively move to defend when you hear an odd noise? when someone raises their hand too quickly around you?

it takes a toll on a person, on their soul. izuku’s soul is so much older than he is because of what he’s been through and he’s spent so many years hiding that. spent so many years hiding his true emotions. i think it takes a long time for him to seek out therapy, but he does, eventually. slowly, but surely. it just makes me sad that people don’t see that he also needs a shoulder to lean on. i’m sure it happens during the time skip, but i would have loved to see everyone come together to support each other emotionally and mentally for what they all went through.

again, my izuku doesn’t lose ofa, but it takes a few years for him to be a full time hero. that still takes adjusting to, too.

i think i lost where i was going with this somewhere there. i am just really passionate about izuku and know that he’s more than just the happy hero we have often seen him as. he has a lot of rage when there is injustice or when the people he cares about are in danger. he’s such a well rounded character and it makes me so sad when people don’t see that.

[thatbanditqueen]

Jam Session @ Graceland

A short snippet from Chapter 4 of No One Walks Out On Big Daddy, dedicated to @whositmcwhatsit​ because she puts up with me and makes me blush when she shines her brilliance my way and @stylespresleyhearted​ because she MADE this beautiful mood board for me and is the sweetest baby girl in the world..... and for @woundmetender​ and @powerofelvis​ because without them i am nothing... and anyone ever who reads or comments or likes or reblogs because your support and thoughts make this work what it is good, or bad... it’s your fault not mine see what your love makes me do (yes i both relate to elvis and want to fuck him....)

Listen to this song to set the mood

Warnings: Excessive fluff and some jealousy

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The chords from George Jones’ and Tammy Wynette’s hit duet “Something to Brag About” met Elvis ears as he thumped downstairs, and he stood at the entry of the den, noting the three empty beers on the coffee table and watching Becky take a sip from her beer as Charlie’s finger played the guitar while he sang,

But I've got something to brag about Something to brag about Something to brag about in you

Becky held her drink, closing her eyes as she sang out Tammy’s verse vigorously to the green carpeting above her head, the deep emotion in her voice warmed Elvis entire body as he watched her with the keen eye of a voyeur. He felt the prickle of desire buzz along the back of his neck as he gazed at her singing and bouncing up and down freely. The curls on top of her head seemingly had a life of their own, animated by the intensity of her delivery.  He liked the feeling of power he got watching her from doorway, knowing she had no idea he was there, she wasn’t responding or performing for him. Just existing in the world as the free spirit that she was.

When you're with the fellas, I know You start braggin' 'bout My hour glass figure and my big brown eyes

Becky giggled, moving her hands over her body as she sang.

Then a you tell your girlfriends 'bout my Sweet, sweet lov—‘

Just as Charlie started to sing the word lovin’ he looked at the door and gulped, his hands froze while the last chord still reverberated through the den’s acoustics. He knew the power of that star all too well, and the horror on his face showed his recognition.

Becky turned her head upside down, leaning back over the wooden serpent armrest,  that second beer had made her back impervious to its  hard ridges. A goofy smile spread across her upside down lips.

“Heyyyyy daddy!”

Elvis stepped forward, towering above her. His jowls hanging down as he tousled Becky’s hair from above, then pulled her single dress strap up the side of her shoulder from where it threatened to slip off and release Becky’s heaving bosom.

“Mmhmmm … hey baby…don’t let me interrupt y’all…” The edge in his tenor went over Becky’s head as she giggled, a dreamy look on her face as she blew a kiss up at him,.

Leaning back as she was, Becky missed Charlie’s nervous glance at Billy, and she pulled herself up, slapping Charlie’s knee. “C’mon Decatur,where were we.”

“Ummm, uh… I uh, forget how it goes from here…” Charlie coughed out.

Elvis staggered around the sofa behind Charlie, leaning down on his hands at the back of the couch.  “Hmmm….. maybe it’s time ta let a professional take over…?”

Becky guffawed, slamming down her beer on the coffee,  she raised her hands out for the guitar. “Don’t let him talk to ya that way, Charlie… I can play if you... if you forget how it goes from here….” Charlie shot Becky a weak grin, and leaned over to hand her the guitar as he shakily stood up.

“Thanks darlin, but uhhh,  need to use the John anyhow… y’all go on with out me….” Charlie twisted to look over his shoulder as Elvis plopped down in one of the large arm chairs across from the sofa. Billy sat in the other one, his face was blank and inscrutable as he nodded at his cousin, and squeezed Jo’s shoulder where she leaned into him from the green carpet.

Becky looked down at her hands, finding the chords on the neck of the guitar, then smiling at the others as she strumming lightly. Her voice was solemn and sad as it lifted up into “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Old,” pausing at the chorus to yell out, “C’mon on y’all, sing it with me….”

The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And the people were singing They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

Jo joined in exuberantly, and elbowed Billy into singing. Elvis grinned, and pulled out a cigarillo, waiting as Billy paused his “na na nas” to hastily jump up and light Elvis’ cigar.

Becky laid the guitar down on the couch next to her when she finished the sing and stood, walking around the coffee table to sit on Elvis’ lap. He looked up at her, blowing his cigar smoke to the side,

“Dontcha know… that’s a man’s song?”

“Hmmm…” Becky purred as Elvis belly bounced into her and she leaned into his face, her fingers edging around Elvis’ cigar, pulling it out of his grasp to her own lips, a sly smile as she spoke. “Oh ya know…. I like…” she sucked on his cigar,  then exhaled as she finished her thought. “Men’s things….”

Elvis pulled his cigar back from her fingers, his lips hovered below her chin. “Already know that…”

Becky leaned her forehead down against Elvis’, his left hand jiggled her closer, and chuckled up into her mouth, his eyes danced behind his sunglasses.

“You know, you have a sad melancholy in that voice a yourn….” He murmured just to her, pulling Becky in the warm enclosure of his arms, a world where only the two of them existed and they spoke to each other in hushed, intimate voices as if no one was around. Billy and Jo looked at each other and shrugged awkwardly.  

Becky didn’t notice.

“You don’t like my voice?” she stammered, her lower lip trembling.

Elvis brushed his lips over her chin, closing his eyes as he tilted his forehead into her nose and growled into her breasts below. “Honey… I don’t like your voice……” he paused for effect, his left hand grabbing the back of her hair, loosening the bobby pins that held it up with the force of his fingers. His jowls vibrated as he intoned, deeply. “I loooove your voice…..”

Charlie coughed as he walked back in, and picked up the guitar to put it back with its stand against the wall. Elvis’ eyes shifted, momentarily brought out of his trance, but he left his head resting against Becky’s chin.

“Hand that over here, son…. nah, give it to Becky … ya a better gee tar player than I am any how…”

“Liar…you just lazy and wanna smoke that cigar...”

“Shut your mouth and get to playin’,” he blew his cigar smoke in her face.

“You still ain’t the boss a me… ”

His left hand lowered down to slap her side. “Hesh woman… c’mon, what are we singing…”

Becky grinned, and played the opening bars twice as she asked, “You know this one?”

“Ohhhh baby, I had that stuck in my head since the first night I met ya….” Elvis confessed, stubbing out his cigar in the green glass ashtray stand next to his chair.

“Alright, I’ll count us off.. one, two three…”

Then their voices roared together in unison as they sang the opening stanza of June and Johnny’s “Jackson…” Elvis’ face lifted up to Becky’s, her breasts bounced as she strummed and his left hand drummed out a fast rhythm on the bottom of the guitar from where it squeezed her waist. Her body rocked back and forth into his belly and she belted out a “HA!” as he sang this verse.

When I breeze into that city People gonna stoop and bow (hah) All them women gonna make me Teach 'em what they don't know how

Charlie looked at the others, his eyebrows raised, and Billy shrugged again, his eyes conveyed a knowing weariness. Neither Becky nor Elvis noticed this exchange, their eyes were otherwise occupied, and Becky leaned her nose down to nuzzle Elvis’s as she breathed out the next verse into his face through simpering amusement. Her warm breath sent a lightening bolt across Elvis’ body, which only increased with each thump of her bottom against his tummy, swelling up even more when his lungs expanded to sing.  He kissed the top of her shoulder softly as she leaned into him, finishing her stanza.

Yeah, go to Jackson You big-talkin' man And I'll be waitin' in Jackson Behind my Jaypan Fan

Becky purred along as Elvis sang the last chorus, swaying back and forth over his lap, and his arms closed tight around her as they hummed the last few notes together. They stayed in the den for hours singing, long after Billy and Jo found their children and said goodnight, Charlie tottered after them with a farewell. Their voices joined in happy harmony, mingling in the air was they started, stopped, paused, laughed and crooned together the melodies for “I Saw The Light,” “Don’t Think Twice,” “Louisiana Women, Mississippi Man,”  Elvis changed the words to Alabama woman in this last one, to which Becky responded with a chuckle, which made him laugh and they giggled into each other’s cuddles on the furry arm chair.

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I am 14K into this and on the last section....  my plan is to post this tomorrow morning, giving you the time you needed to recover from @precious-little-scoundrel​ and @everythingpresley​ gifts yesterday and before @elvisabutler​ sends everyone into a rebid frenzy with Spark.......

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[acourtofthought]

Hi! Your blog is one of my favorites, so I look forward to your thoughts if you have time. I don’t have anyone else to spout off random thoughts about ACOTAR to.

I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-Lucien content from fans that appear to be mostly Elain/Azriel supporters. I know all of the characters are flawed, but to paint Lucien as malicious or a super bad person really puzzles me. He’s made mistakes, but he’s been one of the characters that actually changes for the better when they realize they’ve made a mistake (like his early views on humans vs. living with them now). It’s like they give Azriel all of the charismatic Lucien traits to build him up when canonically Azriel has done a lot of f’d up things (both for his court and separately). I guess it’s because we know so little about Azriel and fans “fill in the blanks” with his personality and he’s a mysterious, hot bat boy. I do think Azriel can be interesting in his own right, but if Elain supporters want a charismatic, thoughtful, and sweet love interest — he’s right there!

Good Morning!!! I have also noticed an uptick in the anti-Lucien content as of late and it really does seem to stem from a desire to discredit him as a possible love interest for Elain. But there's such a blatant twisting of his character to fit their narrative that it's 50% frustrating and 50% hysterical because it's so obvious why they're doing it as well as the fact that their interpretations are so clearly wrong especially because they can't seem to keep their story straight. Either he's screaming at Elain and demanding her attention or he doesn't care enough about her because he's kept his distance. Either he's not acting like a mate because he didn't go feral enough over her or he's too possessive because (insert whatever argument they like to use). He supposedly yelled that they were mates though it's canon he "whispered" and had classic symptoms of shock while doing it. He's too weak to be with Elain because Feyre thinks that Cassian and Az would wipe him off the map while it's proven that all Lucien needs to do is speak a single word while sitting down and Cassian obeys his order. Anyone who doesn't have a vendetta against Lucien in order to further their ship is not blind to the information the author has told us. His ability to let go of past prejudices (like you said), where he once thought a certain way about humans and now he's befriended them and is helping them get back on their feet after the war (that's called growth which we've yet to see from Az). His apologizing to Feyre for failing her (even though it wasn't all that necessary since he too was a victim at the hands of Tamlin and had his own massive trauma's that make it understandable why he couldn't put everything aside for Feyre 100% of the time). His reformed ways and how even though he's never recovered from the emotional loss of Jesminda, he had casual liaisons which he immediately stopped once he learned of having a mate (showing he respects the bond and can be loyal). His ability to control his temper even when something as strong as the bond is trying to force his hand. His ability to not seek to harm others even if they had it coming (*Beron). The way he thinks carefully on what he wants to say. The fact that he takes care in his appearance, same as Elain. The fact that he's so at ease in nature, same as Elain. The fact that he's social and friendly with everyone, male and female alike, same as Elain. I think their problem stems from the fact that it's really difficult to dispute that if the bond had never come into play and Elucien had both been single when they met, they'd find it difficult not to really like one another. Cruelty bothers Elain and Lucien doesn't fight unless someone is attacking him. They both like balls and parties. They have a similar sense of humor and even make the same jokes. They are open with their affection and praise. They both enjoy the outdoors. But since SJM isn't a love at first sight author, she created some pretty major obstacles for them to overcome so the second the bond snapped they didn't go running into one another's' arms but their obstacles are no greater than what Feyre went through to get to Rhys and what Nesta went through to end up with Cassian. And anyone that completely ignores who Elain and Lucien are as individuals and how much they actually have in common is only doing that because of the danger it presents to their ship.

[haleigh-sloth]

So I read that one death flag is "Characters who serve as mentors, parental figures, or guides to the protagonist often face death to motivate the main character's growth and development" And then I then I was thinking of All might...He is a mentor to Midoriya... So you still do not think he will die ? And Hawks is on the way to the hospital right?Like we saw in chapter 416 so I do not think he wil die... but All might?... I am not so sure that he will survive?

That used to be the case yes!

Honestly, I fully expected Tomura to kill All Might and for Izuku to have to wrestle with that conflict (and then opt to save Tomura despite it all).

However Hori clearly had other things in mind. He pitted All Might against AFO for his grand finale, and All Might passed that onto Bakugo, which is also appropriate given Bakugo's history with All Might also. I think Hori wanted to hint at the typical "kill the mentor" trope, but ultimately subvert it. Which I appreciate. I wouldn't have hated it if AM died, but I genuinely think with my whole being that Hori is going for a sugary sweet happy ending for everyone. Tomura gets saved by a hero he admires, gets some semblance of a family/support circle from other heroes he admires (in a way), the LOV all get their pain acknowledged and ultimately get what they want, and All Might gets to reconcile Tomura with his family's history by being there for him and being one of the last connections Tomura has to his family (kind of).

I think Izuku's challenge with growing was just Tomura, just him. By this point, that much seems obvious to me because his arc has revolved around Tomura for pretty much the entire final act, and he just sacrificed one of the most important parts of his body for Tenko. I think All Might will be fine by this point.

Hawks was more of a tragic hero death flag than any kind of mentor. While I really would have liked that for him, I also like that he lives. He was ready to die at Toga's hand the last time we saw him in action, and I think Hawks needs to live so he can grow and do better for the rest of his life, and hopefully do right by Toga.

I just don't see anyone dying. I also thought Edgeshot (who I consider a nobody, sorry) was gone, but even he seems to be fine. So yeah idk, I don't think Hori is using "potential death" as the stakes for the story. The stakes he has created are all interpersonal and emotional, which I personally really love and what I think makes My Hero Academia special, because it's safe to like characters and get attached and not feel like you'll be punished for liking them.

[shemarmooresfedora]

A Bump in the Road

Summary: You and Spencer had kept your relationship a secret from the team until something changed your plans.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: brief mentions of a case but other than that, just pure fluff!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this is the first of my 3 fics for me and @samuel-de-champagne-problems 500 follower co-celebration! the prompts for both of us today were: Accidental Pregnancy, Reader/Spencer looking for excuses to hold the other’s hand, “I need to talk to you…like right now”. To see her fic today and our upcoming prompts: click here!

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“Prentiss, Morgan, you go to the neighborhood of the victims. Y/L/N, Reid, go downtown and just look around for anything strange,” Hotch stated, “I need you all to look casual while scoping out the area so try to look like normal citizens and don’t flash your badges.”

Derek raised his shades to put them on but Gideon gently grabbed his arm to stop him, “Less official.”

Emily let out a chuckle, “Let’s go, Morgan.”

“You ready, Spence?” you grabbed the keys.

“Yes, lov- ,” he played it off as a cough, “Yes, Y/L/N.”

“That was a close one,” Spencer said as he adjusted his satchel as you walked out of the police department together.

“You’re the one who keeps almost calling me ‘love’ in the conference room in front of the whole team! And on the jet!” you added with a giggle.

“It’s not my fault!” he insisted, “My brain short-circuits whenever I look at your beautiful face.”

“You’re hard to stay mad at,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

You and Spencer had been dating for about 4 months now. You decided to keep it a secret from the team until your six month anniversary. You didn’t need the teasing at the beginning of your relationship when things were still a bit new and awkward. But now, you both had said ‘I love you’ and you were practically living at his apartment when you weren’t away on cases. It was perfect.

-

You and Spencer were walking down the sidewalk downtown, looking for anyone who seemed to fit the profile.

“Hmmm we seem too official,” you smiled, grabbing his hand, “I guess we have to act like a happy couple. You know, just for the case.”

“Yep, just for the case,” Spencer squeezed your hand, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“For the case,” he grinned.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him back in for a much longer kiss on the lips.

“For.” you planted butterfly kisses along his jawline, “The.” another kiss, “Case.”

Spencer opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket.

“Hotch,” he said before swiping accept and putting it on speaker phone, “Hey Hotch. You’ve got me and Y/L/N.”

“Morgan and Prentiss caught the unsub trying to grab another victim off the street. They fit the profile to a tee. We’re bringing them in for questioning but we’ll take shifts. You and Y/L/N can go back to the hotel and get some rest first.”

“Alright, thanks Hotch,” Spencer hung up the phone.

“Oh I think there’s one more thing we have to do when we get back to the hotel room…for the case,” you winked, pulling him back to the SUV with your hands still interlocked.

-

You were in the bathroom stall of the sixth floor, anxiously bouncing your legs up and down.

The timer on your phone started vibrating, indicating the time was up. You stared at the stick in front of you, waiting to be flipped over.

You flipped it over quickly like ripping off a band-aid. Two lines. The second one was faint but definitely there. You were pregnant. 5 months into a relationship with Spencer.

You rolled the test up in toilet paper before placing it in your purse. You washed your hands and splashed some cold water on your face. You took a deep breath before walking back into the bullpen like you hadn’t just received life-altering news.”

You grabbed a random file from your desk as you passed by and approached Spencer’s desk. He looked up from his paperwork with a soft smile as he saw you coming.

“I need to talk to you…like right now,” you whispered, “About the Johnson case,” you spoke a little louder so no one would question what you two were whispering about.

Spencer began to stand and grab his jacket to follow you but Penelope came charging into the room, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you towards her bat cave.

“Actually, Penelope, I have to ask Spencer some questions about a case. I’ll come find you in a bit.”

Spencer nodded to back you up.

“Trust me, the news I have is wayyy more important,” Penelope continued to tug at you.

“Penelope, I really need to finish this. Just give me the highlights now,” you resisted her pull.

“I found a pregnancy test box in the bathroom and I didn’t find the stick. I’m no profiler but usually people would only keep the test with them if it’s positive,” she confessed, “Someone on this floor is pregnant!”

Your eyes widened and you mentally slapped yourself on the forehead. How could you forget to throw the box away?

You made eye contact with Spencer, shooting him a sheepish grin as if to say ‘surprise?!’

Penelope started to drag you along again but Spencer grabbed a hold of your other arm.

“Actually, Hotch really needs her to get this done, Garcia. I promise she’ll be over as soon as we finish it.”

Penelope and Spencer were engaged in an intense staring battle with you in the middle.

“Ugh, fine! I’ll just have to gossip with Morgan! Now you don’t get to know all my theories,” Penelope huffed.

“I’m sorry, Penelope. I’ll make it up to you at lunch tomorrow.

As she clicked away with her high heels on, Spencer pulled you into a supply closet.

“You’re pregnant?!” he asked.

“Um, yeah I am. I understand if this isn’t what you want though, it’s not really the timing either of us had in mind,” you spoke softly, rubbing your arm.

Spencer pulled you in for a hug, “I’m happy if you’re happy. I’ll support whatever decision you make. I can schedule you an appointment at the clinic and I’ll be right by your side the whole time. But if you do decide to have this child, have no doubt that I will be there every step of the way with you in raising them.”

“I think I’m going to keep it,” you smiled softly.

“We’re having a baby?” Spencer beamed.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Spence.”

The closet door swung open, revealing a confused Anderson.

“I don’t know why this is so emotional for you, Reid. We’re out of paper clips,” you crossed your arms as Spencer wiped his happy tears away.

Anderson grabbed some extra staples and scurried out of the closet.

“Most women tend to find out they’re pregnant from 4 to 7 weeks and we’ve been together for 15,” Spencer stated.

“Even your sperm is smart. They managed to get past my birth control so quickly,” you laughed.

-

You and Spencer decided to wait to tell the team until the end of your first trimester. After that, you couldn’t put it off any longer because you were beginning to show slightly if you wore tight shirts. Also, it was killing Spencer to have to pretend that his child was not inside your tummy all day.

You tried to schedule ultrasounds before or after work but sometimes one of you would have to take the day off in advance for ‘a family thing’ while one of you would mysteriously ‘fall ill’ the day of.

Your doctor had just given you the all clear that the baby was perfectly healthy at the end of the first trimester so you were ready to tell the team.

You wore a tight shirt with a jacket over it for the announcement. You let go of Spencer’s hand right before he entered the bullpen.

“See you on the other side,” you winked before sneaking off to the other entrance of the round table room.

You heard Spencer ask if everyone could join him in the conference room for a special announcement.

“What’s all this about, Kid?” Derek asked.

“I have been dating someone for just over 7 months now and she is amazing, beautiful, smart, kind, and I love her so so much. We found out about two months ago that she is pregnant. We actually just got back from the final ultrasound of the first trimester,” Spencer announced.

The team was speechless for about a minute.

“Congratulations,” Hotch finally spoke for everyone.

“WHO IS IT?” Penelope asked.

“She’s actually right out here. I have a feeling you’ll like her,” Spencer smiled.

You stripped off your jacket so your belly bump was on full display as you entered the room.

“Hi guys,” you waved as Spencer wrapped his arms around you from behind and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

The team erupted into gasps and cheers.

“You…and her???” Derek couldn’t seem to process this new information, “How did a group of profilers miss this?”

“Because my boyfriend is a genius,” you grinned up at him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No, my girlfriend is way smarter. She scheduled all of the ultrasounds and how to get the time off,” Spencer smiled down at you.

“Okay, we’re both geniuses so the baby will be a genius too,” you concluded.

Spencer bent down to give your belly a kiss as the team ‘aww’ed.

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[harrysgoldenline]

When In Italy Part 6

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“Wow.” Harry whispered when he saw you, a shaky hand running his fingers through his hair as his other reached out towards you, extending another bouquet of flowers, “you look… perfect, angel. Absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you, Harry.” You blushed, walking forward and taking the flowers from his hand and bravely pressing a quick kiss on his cheek, squeezing his arm before letting your fingers trail down and wrap around the stems of the flowers, “and thank you for these. I’ll see if I have any vases left, you’ve been spoiling me.” 

Harry was left speechless, watching you move throughout your apartment, thanking god for running into you that day that he did. His heart had been racing all day, knowing how important this night was to your future. Having not seen each other since that night, it was nice to stay in contact as things were slowly coming back together, but he was desperate to see her. Feeling almost as if it were torture knowing she was less than a mile away and not being with, but each time he got a single text back he knew that the pain was worth it. 

He also knows he deserves the test, he needed to prove his love. Prove he was worthy of hers. 

“Can I know where we are going now?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at with him an innocent smile you know almost always makes him crack and you watching him smirk, licking his lips before shaking his head. 

“Not today.” He chucked, lifting his wrist and looking at the time, “but, we can get going? Are you ready, lov- Y/N?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded, looking up at him before leading him out the door, locking it behind you both before following him to the elevator and soon out to his car. 

Fingers aching to reach out and grab his hand, to have kissed his lips instead of his cheek, but that’s what this was all about. Starting over in sorts, knowing if you fully dove back in like you almost did a couple weeks ago, it would just lead to deeper insecurities and the last thing you wanted was to go to resent him. 

You thanked him quietly as he opened the passenger door for you, smiling at one another as you glanced up when going to buckle your seatbelt, eyes meeting as he closed your door before running over and getting behind the wheel, engine roaring to life just a few moments later. 

You sat in a comfortable silence, one of Harry’s hand removing from the wheel and ghosting over the exposed skin of your thigh, his fingertips brushing over it before snapping back to the wheel, gripping it so tight that his knuckles turned a ghostly white. 

“Sorry” he shyly spoke, clearing his throat, cheeks turning a soft pink,“habit… and the dress.” 

“It’s okay,” you giggled, looking over at him with a smile, “trust me, this whole going slow and starting over in sorts has been hard for me too.”

“Really?” He asked, eyes widening a bit, eyes bouncing widely between the road and you.

“Yeah” you breathe out, feeling shy under his gaze and glancing at the road, “I mean.. you know… but, it’s good, right? I think this is what we need… or I need at least. Do you think it’s a good thing? Honestly?”

“I would wait an entire lifetime for you, Y/N.”

***

As instructed by Harry around a couple miles back, you had closed your eyes in order to truly finish out the secret on what this date was. Now, you could telling you were slowing down, moving a bit slower as you started taking more turns, the road getting a bit bumpier as you pulled off to the side. 

“Okay, here we are.” He began, “keep your eyes closed, I’m gonna come get you out and guide ya, that alright?”

You nodded, eyes still closed and you giggled softly to yourself as you heard his side of the door open and close before your door opened. You could feel his body press against you, unbuckling your seatbelt before grabbing one of your hands, his other arm wrapping around your waist to assist you blinding coming out of the car.

“There you go, pretty girl,” he softly encouraged, closing the door behind you as you still stood with your eyes closed, “just keep ‘em closed a little longer, alright? Almost there.” 

“Okay.” You nodded, feet shuffling slowly and you gripped his arm a bit tighter as you stumbled over a rock and he quickly mumbled, got you, love under his breath, making sure you don’t fall. 

You walked together for a few moments, before he stopped you, slowly moving away from your body and you could hear him taking a few steps, “Okay, hold give me a second…. And open your eyes.” He softly spoke. 

Fluttering your eyes open, you couldn’t help but gasp at the sight in front of you. There stood Harry, underneath a beautiful pavilion, fairy lights decorating all around, a picnic blanket laid out among a delicious spread and a bottle of wine. Your mouth fell in shock, your eyes taking in the sight in front of you before making their back over to Harry, holding yet another bouquet of flowers. 

“Harry…” you whispered, frozen in your spot for a moment before rushing over, practically tackling him as you wrapped your arms tight around him. 

He dropped the flowers, the sound of the plastic crunching as they fall on the ground and he scoops you up, legs wrapping around him as you pull each other closer. Your hands came up to his chocolate locks, gripping them tight within your finger tips as he has his arms tight around you waist. 

“Thank you for this…” you whispered into his neck, “It’s beautiful, thank you for putting up with me and dealing with my crazy emotions, you just… make me crazy.” 

“You make me crazy too.” He whispered with a laugh, grabbing your jaw and looking deep into your eyes, “crazy in love.”

You throw your head back laughing, “Okay, Beyonce.” You giggle running your fingers through his hair, wanting desperately to kiss him but holding back, setting your feet back on the ground and shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “should we, um, enjoy this beautiful picnic?” 

He gave you a smile and a nod, sitting down on the ground and holding his hand out for you, assisting you as you sit across from him on the blanket. He silently poured you a glass of wine as you grab a grape off it’s stem, popping into your mouth as you looked across from him. Your fingers brushed as he handed you the glass, gripping the stem before taking a sip, watching him as he poured himself his own glass. 

You both enjoyed some small talk, avoiding the whole will we won’t we relationship talk as you filled each other in on other aspects of your life. Listening intently to Harry talk about his upcoming tour and all of the plans he had for it, all the places he was planning on going.

It felt like old times, laughing and chatting together like old times, like things had never changed.

Now, a couple hours later, you two had transitioned off the pavilion, Harry laying the blanket on the soft grass as you two laid close next to each other, looking up and watching the stars, fingers millimeters apart, just having to barley move your fingers to have them intertwine. 

“I wasn’t lying when I told you I will wait a lifetime.” He whispered and you instantly glance over at him, his jaw sharp as he still was looking up at the sky, but you could see his eyes were glassy, “As long as I have you in my life, that’s all that matters. I… I will wait a lifetime just to kiss you again. I would wait forever and do anything for you.”

“Harry,” you whispered, crawling over slightly to him, hesitantly laying on his chest and looking up at him, “I don’t think I can wait that long…” 

He sat up quickly and you laugh as you stumble a bit but he catches your face in your hands, his eyes bouncing wildly back and forth between your eyes and lips. “Can I…” 

You nod quickly, your lips smashing together in an instant and you crawl into his lap even faster, hands weaving into his hair as his dug into your skin, moaning and breathing hard on one another’s lips. 

“Please” he whispered, kissing down your neck and your lips again quickly before pulling back, staring deep into your eyes, your gaze getting stuck on his swollen pink lips before meeting his eyes again, “I know I don’t deserve it, but please be mine again. I’ll never, ever stop fighting for you, for us. I promise I’ll prove my love for you until I die.

Your hands come up to his face, leaning forward softly and connecting your lips, your finger softly running over the ring you gave him before pulling back, leaning your forehead against his.

“I’m yours.”

[halaboyz]

–– PHOTOGRAPH // CHANHEE.

pairing: photographer! chanhee x  fem! reader genre: fluff, bffs to lovers word count: 2k warnings // notes: profanities, cliche, cheesy things and shitty effort of making lines ;; happiest birthday to our choi chanhee!! may he be blessed for his heart full of love <3

"You're coming to my exhibit, right?" He said as he hands you one of the tickets, and you chuckling because of the name of his exhibit.

"What kind of name is this?" You stifled a laugh, "My Art Speaks Words I Want to Deliver to You,"

Chanhee watches you hold on to dear life as you burst out laughing, wiping the tears that have escaped your eyes.

"Well, if only the linguistic major here helped me pick out some words I don't even know exists," He glares at you, "Then maybe we could've picked a better name, am I right?" He rolls his eyes as you calmed down, finally taking a seat beside him on the couch.

“Okay, okay Mr. grumpy, I’m sorry,” You said between laughter. Looking at the time and date, you nod, your smile slowly fading to a frown.

“What’s wrong? You can’t come again?” He frowns with you, a pout coming out of his lips. Your heart broke by the sight, knowing that even if he had hundreds of exhibits already, you haven’t come to one because of work.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to miss this one too,” You tackled him into a hug. “I have a very important meeting set by last minute,” You mumbled against the crook of his neck, causing him to whine.

“I was so sure you’d go to this one though..” You hear him mumble, as a sigh came out. 

“How are you so sure?” You raised your eyebrows at him, sitting up. 

“I checked your schedule!” He exclaimed, getting the ticket from you. “I can’t help it. You always have work when I handle an exhibit and wow, are you still my best friend?” He dramatically stands up, making his way to the other couch in front of you.

“Aw,” You whined, tailing him and throwing yourself at him again making him groan. “Give me that,” You reach for the ticket, only to be pulled by Chanhee again.

“Can’t you just cancel it?” He pouts, looking desperate.

“Look, I’m not the client. I can’t just cancel whenever,” You pressed his cheeks together, wiggling his face. “But give me the ticket. If they can set meetings last minute, they might cancel things last minute too. We’ll never know,” You reached higher, grabbing the ticket.

Chanhee huffed, making you lose your footing and it all happened so fast, you instinctively put out your elbow to support your fall– well, on the floor. You didn’t know Chanhee had that goddamn fast reflexes as he pulls you close to him, making you elbow his.. danger zone.

You shrieked as chanhee silently suffers, his face saying it all. 

“Oh my fucking god..” You muttered, pressing your lips to a thin line to stop yourself from bursting in laughter. 

Chanhee lets out a small groan as you slowly remove your elbows, your face mirroring Chanhee’s pained face.

“I’m so sorry,” You mumble, letting out a small laugh.

“I’d kill you if you laugh right in front of me,” He sighs out, crouching and wriggled his body all over the couch.

You were red. Oh, no. Not because of what just happened, but because you were stopping yourself from laughing. You knew Chanhee meant every word he said.

“You should fucking go at my exhibit after busting my balls,” He mumbled against the throw pillow.

“Hey! Not my fault you pulled me!”

You were redder. Oh, no. Not because you were now suppressing your laughter, but how you remembered how close Chanhee was to you just minutes ago if it weren’t for his unfortunate luck.

He suddenly stands up, wincing.

“Are you kidding me?! If it weren’t for me, you’re injured and crying and we’re probably on the way to the hospital right now!” He sighs out, the pain finally fading second by second.

You fanned yourself, trying to focus on what your friend was saying.

“Anyways,” You shake your head. “I’ll do my best.” You smile at him apologetically before sticking out your tongue, and ending the night while getting tackled by Chanhee– as if he was possessed by Changmin.

You bounced your feet continuously, waiting for your client. You just prayed for it to be really, really short to get to Chanhee’s exhibition. 

You knew how important this was to him, and it broke your heart that as his best friend, you can’t even go to one. 

Or was it because you’re starting to see Chanhee in a whole, different light?

There are a few times that your heart thumped abnormally at the sight of Chanhee frowning, and you can’t put your finger on which emotion was it. Did it hurt you because you were his best friend and you can’t go, or did it hurt because you were still a best friend? Either way, if it were the latter, if you were his girlfriend– no, you didn’t deserve him. 

You can’t even make time for him as a best friend, how’d you do if you were his?

Starting to overthink, you were thankful by the sound of your phone rang for a second, signaling a message.

chanhee: go or this friendship is over. grr sent 3:35pm

You knew he was joking. Partly, you guess. Or maybe not. You suddenly became nervous, your feet bouncing doubled. You sip on the drink, you had twenty-five minutes left to run over his exhibit, but the client–

You jump as your phone suddenly rang, making you tremble. Your client was finally calling, after being late for fifteen minutes already.

And oh my god, your heart could have burst from the news. You hailed a taxi as fast as you can, and the smile on your face can’t stop rising.

Finally. You were finally getting to see his exhibit.

You smile more at the thought, more to expect of Chanhee’s reaction. You felt nervous, excited, and giddy. It wasn’t the first time seeing Chanhee’s works, as he’d been part of the photography club since college, but it still made you excited and proud of what he’s become.

You sighed in relief as you look outside, the big name– My Art Speaks Words I Want to Deliver to You welcoming you. 

3:50.

Ten minutes. You just need to run, no biggie. 

“Hi, I’m uh.. Chanhee’s friend.” You smile at the guard, handing him your ticket while still trying to catch your breath.

“Oh! You’re! You’re! You’re the friend!” He exclaimed, excitedly opening the door for you. “You’re just in time! Well, technically, you’re.. running a bit late but! Doesn’t matter. You’re finally here!” You just look at him confusingly, nodding your head as you roam your eyes on the big place.

Your heartbeat is twice as fast more than running. 

You felt combusting quite literally. Your eyes wandered to each picture, letting it sink in that those in the pictures..

Were you.

It was all you.

There were only a few people left, smiling as they take in every photograph that wasn’t even them.

“These are so sweet. The name of the exhibit literally says it all,” A woman in her middle 30s, you guess, said as she clung to her probably husband’s arm.

“It does. The photographer’s indeed talented. Even makes me giddy,” You chuckle as you eavesdropped, reverting your attention back to the pictures.

All was black and white.

But it didn’t matter.

What colored his world was you– it has always been you. 

A black and white picture doesn’t do justice to how much light you bring to his dull world, it was just you that he needed in order to make a simple black and white picture to be beautiful.

Your smile. It was one of the things he loved seeing, he loved taking a picture of. It made everyone around you smile too, and it made him upset that it wasn’t just him making you smile.

Your hair, how every single hairstyle suits you, how it flows across your face, and how you always brush it back when it frustratingly gets in your face. One of his favorites and loved taking a picture of it along with the pout on your face.

Your eyes, which spoke a thousand words and held millions of stars and also one of the millions of things he loved about you, and seeing it on a picture didn’t make sense as you needed to see it in person to make you feel butterflies on your stomach.

Every move you did was captured on his camera, and you didn’t even realize the tears have already gone out of your eyes.

He made you beautiful.

He made you feel beautiful,

Because you always were.

You didn’t need to be pretty in everybody’s eyes, you just needed him. 

You were already in the last picture, and oh were you certain chanhee wasn’t the one who took this. You felt thankful enough Changmin, your other friend, had quite the skills in taking pictures too because this.. was just perfect. 

You didn’t need to be pretty in everybody’s eyes, you just needed him. Because he is what completed you.

It was a picture taken afar of you sleeping in the library on one of your college days, and Chanhee was supporting his head with his palm, looking– just looking at you with heart eyes.

“Oh my fucking god,” You sighed out, crouching as you messily wiped your tears away, though it still kept on spilling.

“You’re finally here.” That sweet, familiar voice that enchanted you sighed out, from the corner of the four-walled place. He was leaning on the wall, looking as if he had finally had the burden out of his chest. “So, what do you think?”

Just like the pictures, you didn’t need words. You just throw yourself at him, nuzzling against his neck as you cried like a baby.

He sighs out again, relieved, as he buried himself more to you and engulfing each other’s warmth. His hands continued to calm you down by caressing your back, and you tried your best to stop crying.

Chanhee pulls back, taking your face to his hands and wiping your tears away.

“Hey, look at me,” He leans closer to you, lifting your face up softly. “If you didn’t get the whole point of this exhibition then.. I might just smack you in the face.” 

You let out a small defeated laugh, wiping the tears yourself.

“I love you too if that was what it meant.” You look at him straight in the eyes, slouching your shoulders. You took his face into your hands too, pressing your lips softly in his.

He smiled in the kiss, his hands making their way to your neck as he kisses you back.

More than perfect.

The moment you were both out of breath, you break the kiss but let your foreheads linger with each other, smiles on your faces.

“Just.. how many times have you tried doing this?” You whisper, taking ahold of his hand and intertwining your fingers. 

You pull him in front of the last picture you’ve seen, now clear as ever without your tears on the way.

“Oh, I think out of my hundred and fifty exhibits you missed,” You roll your eyes, the sarcasm his voice spilling. “It's my 98th try. That’s why I really needed you to come.” He looks at you, thinking it was much better seeing you in person rather than just a photograph– as if it's like the first time seeing you all over again.

“And if I didn’t come? Would you really have the guts to break this friendship?” You face him back, taking his other hand.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant I’d take it in my own hands and just.. straight up confess.” He craned his head sideward, challenging you.

“I’d been feeling very weird these days too, I just realized how much I am so in love with you if it weren’t for your art speaks words I want to deliver to me,” You chuckle, making him throw his head back.

Perfect.

Chanhee loved everything about photography, and he loved photography because it’s able to take what’s beautiful and he can cherish it forever. He loved it because not only it can take pictures of his friends, or nature, or what he found beautiful and calming, but it has the power to turn everything into a memory he can keep. He loved photography, he loved taking a picture of you, he loved you.

[strawberrylemonz]

Innit an Adventure

An addition to the AU, lol. Instead of chat being in his head, like Techno’s, Tommy’s chat are ghosts that follow him around :)

This one is dedicated to @ivorylin for being very supportive of my first post regarding this au. This is also dedicated to @petrichormeraki for being poggers and enjoying the first part of this series, as well as inspiring it.

Part 1

Part 2 [CURRENT]

Part 3

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“Brother!!! Pog!!!”

“Big brother returns!”

“HE CALLED HIM STARCHILD, I’M GONNA SOB”

“I just woke up, what’s happening?”

“GOODBYE SBI, HELLO HERMIT GRIAN”

”HERMIT HOMIES HOURS”

“HOLY SHIT, HE’S OUR BROTHER”

“I was getting a snack, what’s up?”

“DJLFKNGON I’M GOANNA   CRYSLK”

“BEST BROTHER EVER”

“I’m on the toilet, pog”

“I have tacos :)”

“BRGB SOBBING”

“GRIAN POGGGG”

“This makes me happy you didn’t do a double flip”

“ADIOS TECHNOBRO AND WILBRO, I ONLY KNOW BIG BRO G!!!”

“Anyone else have dust in their eyes?”

“CHAOS DUO RELATED POG”

Tommy let out a shaky breath as he rubbed his eyes. Chat was going crazy at the new news and, to be honest, he couldn’t blame them. If he was in their position, he’d be freaking out alongside them. Wanting to end both the silence that filled the cavern and the nonsense Chat was saying, Tommy let out a hoarse laugh before speaking.

“Chat really likes you, G.”

A smile formed on the teen’s face as his head bounced with the hefty laugh that came from Grian, whose chest began to rumble alongside the laughter. Finally lifting his head off his brother’s chest, Tommy allowed the remaining tears in his eyes to fall as he looked to Grian’s face. Grian smiled fondly back at Tommy, wiping away the tears from his little brother’s eyes. 

“I suppose I should say hello to all of them. Is Chat similar to Techno’s voices?”

Concern flashed across Grian’s face as Tommy flinched at the mention of Technoblade. It was small, and could have been easily overlooked if Grian wasn’t watching his brother like a hawk. He made a mental note to ask about that later that night, when they were around the campfire.

“Nah, he’s just insane. Psychotic or some shit like that. I’m just really fucking cool and can see spirits and shit.”

Eyebrows from the crowd (shit, they were still there, weren’t they?) and Grian were raised as someone Stress half heartedly scolded Tommy for his language. Tommy just rolled his eyes, knowing that they only scolded him as a joke. They had all grown accustomed to his wording, and were worried when he didn’t slip in a few curses into his sentences.

“Spirits?”

“Yeah, spirits. I call em Chat most of the time, but they have different nicknames, and they all have individual names. Clara explained that it was one of the many side effects to her marking me as a ‘Starchild’ in her name. They are the spirits of the lands, from servers all around, or some shit like that. I can see them all, but they make the choice to stick with me or not.”

This was...news. Grian, who was still processing that he his baby brother was alive, sitting right in front of him, as well as the fact that Clara was real, could only stare. He wasn’t so sure how to feel about his brother being indifferent to all the spirits, but he suppose that it couldn’t be helped. Spending pretty much your entire life seeing spirits would make him indifferent to the spirits as well. 

“So, Chat is...everywhere?”

“Basically, yeah”

Grian hummed as he proceeded to greet Chat, being polite to the beings he couldn’t see. Much to the annoyance of Tommy, Chat seemed to be loving Grian even more. Maybe a bit too much.

“HE’S SO POLITE”

“How thoughtful of him”

“HELOO HI GRI A  N HWAHT’S UP BRO”

“Grian bro supremacy”

“GRIAN BRO SUPREMACY”

“HERMIT HOMIE WOOOOOO”

“BEST BRO POG”

“holY SHIT I’M IN LOV E ADKNVOD”

“THE RACCOON HAS A POG BROTHER WOOO”

“HI GRIAN HI”

“Rodent brothers??? pog?????”

“HELLOHELLOHELLOHENSLO”

“TELL HIM WE SAID HI, CHILD”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down. Chat says hi, Grian. And, hey, I’m not a child, what the fuck!? I’m a big man!”

Impulse snickered as Mumbo walked over to the two brothers. Smiling down at them, he helped the two back to their feet. Grian smiled as he set a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Tommy, in turn, beamed with pride at his brother and his friends. 

“Alright, we spent enough time being emotional and shit. Let’s get going, I have more cool shit to show you guys.”

Laughter filled the cavern as Tommy fixed his hair, his booming man child I’m not a child voice being drowned out as he led them back outside. Slightly huffing. He let out a yelp as he was nearly tackled to the ground from behind. Letting out undignified noises of protest, he turned to see the smug smile of Grian, who was ruffling his hair. 

“Alright, big man, show us your land of paradise!”

Barking out a hearty laugh, Tommy ducked out from his brother’s hand before grabbing it, spinning a few times, and pulling him forward. 

“Aw, look at them!”

“Wait, so Grian has two sections now?”

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The traditional booth games in Tavern Town were fun. From balloon darts to milk bottles, to ladder climb and hoop toss, Tommy thought of it all. Unique designs decorated each booth, all holding an individual and unique look. Everything about the area was impressive.

“Where did buy get these for the games? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in the main server.”

Tommy peered over to Doc, who was inspecting the prizes neatly strung up on all the booths. There were plushies of different types of mods, some familiar, others not. They came in all types of colors and sizes, and were overall impressive. Walking up beside Doc, Tommy just shrugged his shoulders, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I didn’t buy them, I made them.”

Scar perked up, before jumping right into the conversation.

“You what? Toms, that’s impressive! I didn’t know you could sew.”

‘Fucking hell,’ Tommy thought to himself. He didn’t expect to get praise for his simple hobbies.

“Yeah, I sew. I’m actually pretty crafty, being resourceful and shit. I also knit and crochet. It’s not much, but it’s really fucking therapeutic and all that jazz.”

Before anyone else could comment, a dinging noise sounded at one of the booths. Turning to look at the cause of the commotion, they saw that Stress and Impulse had won a game together. Giving each other fist bumps, they watched as a screen popped up, giving them prize options to choose from. After receiving their prizes, they hurried over to Tommy with smiles painted on their faces.

“You bet we’re gonna win one of each plush here.”

A high pitched laughter erupted from Tommy, who was starting to enjoy his decision to hand make all the prizes in his park. Wiping away a tear of joy, the teen I’m eighteen, I’m a fucking man! You’re a child, Tommy beamed at his friends, who smiled warmly in return. Tommy’s joy seemed to increase as more booth alarms were set off, many more prizes coming off the shelves. By the time everyone was ready for the next land, they all had at least two plush toys each.

———

“This is delicious! You baked these?!”

The group was currently sitting in the seating area in the Dream SMP section of the park, more specifically, L’manburg. They had gotten pastries from the duplicate bakery that belonged to Niki. According to Tommy, it was an exact replica to the real thing. The pastries sold there were the same ones Niki sold back at L’manburg. Tommy had used the recipes and techniques that Niki had demistrated to both him and Tubbo to create the dishes.

“If you think these are good, you should taste Niki’s. I swear, her pastries were sent down from Heaven by Jesus himself. They taste fucking amazing, godly.”

Grian smiled as he nudged Tommy’s shoulder with his own. Popping another sweet cake in his mouth, Tommy quirked an eyebrow as he faced the older boy.

“You should teach me some of your hobbies, Starchild. We can do a hobby exchange.”

Tommy visibly brightened up as he wiped some frosting from around his mouth. Smiling, he nodded his head happily.

“Hell yeah! That sounds fuckin’ amazing!”

The group ate with content as they looked around their area. They had already seen the rest of the Dream server lands. 

“It’s amazing that you’ve made all of this by yourself. You haven’t even showed us the rest of the park yet! Good job, for a child.”

“Hey! I’m not a fucking child! I’m turning 19 soon!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were an Aries.”

“What’s wrong with being an Aries?”

“Nothing is wrong with being an Aries, Tango.”

“Oh shut it, you Librarian.”

“Librarian?”

“Yeah, the worst sign.”

“First of all, kid, I’m a Gemini.”

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The rides and games in the DSMP were very diverse and unique. Tommy had really put a lot of effort and time into every attraction, no matter how small. From things as small as a scavenger hunt through the Badlands, water themed adventures in El Rapids, to fast paced coasters in L’manburg.

“Scoot over, bandit child, I’m sharing this ride vehicle with you.”

“What the fuck, man?”

“Oh, don’t act surprised. I know you made it to where two people share a seat just so you can spend quality time with your brother.”

“Oh, fuck off, I didn’t even know you were my brother until an hour and a half ago.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The first ride the group decided to board was dubbed A Home. Entering a little shack, everyone boarded their ride vehicles and waited for the ride to begin. While they waited for the vehicles to move, Tommy explained how he managed to use the latest mods that were added to the server to his advantage. He managed to fit different tracks to different rides in the same builds, as well as add animatronics. Just as he was about to receive yet another wave of praise, the ride began.

“It’s like looking at a younger version of you!”

“That’s kinda the point, genius.”

Grian’s statement, as obvious as it was, was true. As the vehicles left the shack and entered the caravan, and animatronic Tommy, merely 16 years of age, welcomed the riders as they witnessed the beginning of a new home, L’manburg. They kept comments to themselves when they saw, yet again, the replica of Tommy’s old base. The ride track took them through different areas of the DSMP, following the young Tommy as he searched for a home.

“-the citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit!!!”

“What?!”

“What does he mean revoked?!”

Before Tommy could reply, the vehicles lurched backwards, keeping the vehicles facing the stage at all times as the animatronics turned to take aim at the riders. It wasn’t until the red stone to the dirt entrance revealed the entry way to Pogtopia that the vehicles did a 180, moving forward into the entry way before going down the spiral steps into the ravine. Laughter filled the air as the group saw animatronics of Tommy, Wilbur and Techno conversing together, joking around and teasing each other. Suddenly, the ride vehicles fell down to the next part of the track, the prime path. As they raced through the tunnel, they witnessed an animatronic Tommy and Tubbo embracing and conversing, their cheerful voices free from worry. The group could only sit in awe as the scenes continued to change.

“-goodbye, Tommy.”

“What does he mean goodbye?!”

“Oh my fucking god, shut up!”

The vehicles suddenly raced through the Nether, coming out to an island far from DSMP. The sign at the entrance of the area welcomed the group to Logstedshire. There, they could see an unhappy Tommy staring out towards the ocean, listening to Chirp as he mumbled nonsense to Clara. And just as quickly as they came, they raced out of the sunny area and into the snow. They raced around the inside of Techno’s cottage before racing outside, towards an empty area. There, an animatronic Tommy yelled out in shock as an animatronic Technoblade pressed a button, turning around as a secret lair was revealed.

“Welcome home, Theseus!”

For the final time, the scene changed. They entered, backwards, into a portal, coming out to face a replica of the spawn to Hermitcraft. There, in wonderous glory, stood an animatronic Xisuma, welcoming the group to Hermitcraft. Then, the track dropped, leaving the riders back at the entrance to the ride.

“Holy shit.”

“Haha! Holy shit is right!”

———

The group quickly learned that Tommy spared no expense in all his attractions. As they explored the different lands, they really saw the individuality of every land. L’manburg had fun rides, including Nation’s Legacy, Blood’s Ballad, Wither’s Wrath, and Creator’s Cabin. Nation’s Legacy is an underground ride that worked like a turntable to tell the history of L’manburg, ending on a grim and looming hint to the possible destruction of the nation. When asked about the fate of L’manburg, Tommy admitted that he appeared in Hermitcraft before he could witness the possible doomsday, so he wasn’t entirely sure what had occured afterwards.

Blood’s Ballad is an interactive ride that used a special red stone technique. The ride vehicles could seat up eight passengers at a time, each using special gloves that allow them to interact with the special ride elements. The goal is to get the most points out of everyone in the ride vehicle. The ride took the group on a journey with Technoblade, the Blood God. The group racked up points training alongside him, as well as fighting all sorts of mobs. By the end of the ride, Tommy was sulking as Stress managed to gather the most points. Stress was enjoying the victory, smiling happily as “SUBSCRIBE TO TECHNOBLADE” boomed through the speakers. 

Wither’s Wrath was more of a small scale ride to enjoy. There were only three ride vehicles, each shaped like a wither and able to hold three riders. Each rider sat in a wither skull. Grian smiled as he pulled Mumbo and Tommy into a a wither vehicle with him. As they strapped in, they were transported to a virtual world where the rules of the game were shared. The goal was to cause the most destruction in the virtual world than the other vehicles. Each player controlled their own skull, making it easier to gather points. At least, that was the case for-

“Fuck yeah! Team Kickass all the way! Check it Grian, Mumbo, we’re badass!”

Creator’s Cabin was simple enough. It was just a large cabin that held enchanted portraits of everyone who resided in the DSMP. The portraits could move within their frames. They could also interact with each other. When the group walked in, the portraits were chatting away with each other. Sam’s portrait seemed to be listening in on the conversation that the portraits of Tubbo, Tommy and Purpled were having, occasionally joining in when he saw fit. Fundy was chatting away with Eret and Niki, a bright smile on his face. Ranboo was timidly peeking over at the group with Tommy and Tubbo, obviously wanting to join in. The portraits of Quackity, Sapnap and Karl were deep in conversation, while the portrait of George was asleep sitting up.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are there two portraits of Wilbur?”

“Oh, right. Grian, about Wilbur-”

“AHOY THERE! WHY DON’CHA BOARD ME SHIP AND CONQUER THE WATERS WITH ME?”

The group, aside from Tommy, jumped at the booming voice. Without hesitation, they all ran out to the water, searching for the source of the voice. There, out on the water, stood a lone animatronic. It was the animatronic of a petite woman, one with red curls dancing around as she swayed and spoke. Once more, her confident, melodic voice filled the air. 

“JOIN ME ON MY QUEST TO RIDE THE WONDROUS WAVES OF THE SEAS”

With that, she raised her right arm, hoisting a sword into the air. On cue, she began to rise as a ship emerged from the sea below her. Once it was no longer submerged, the ship rocked a few times before settling. A banner unraveled and blew in the breeze, the name of the area now visible for all to see. 

Sally de Mon’s Sea Voyage

“You like it? Creating the entrance for this ride was a fucking bastard. Kept me up all night and crap. Almost gave up completely on it.”

“It’s amazing! I was not expecting to see something like that!

“Hey, Tommy? Who’s Sally. I don’t think it was ever explained how you know her?”

“Really? I gotta fix that, then. Sally is my sister-in-law who-”

“I HAVE A SISTER-IN-LAW?!”

“Oh, shit...surprise?”

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The Badlands was a fun, interactive section of the DSMP area. The various puzzles and mazes made it fun for all the participants. The muffin stand was also a fan favorite to the hermits. 

El Rapids was a water-filled adventure. Because he wanted to play around with the word rapids, Tommy made several water-based rides and activities, his favorite being the log ride. They just seemed to be the perfect addition to the area, adding a way to cool down to balance all the water-free rides. It seemed as if Tommy had thought of every type of ride for every type of biome and scenario.

SMP Earth was another large section of the park. It also held the only other largest ride in the entire park, one that led the riders throughout the Antarctic Empire, as well as its surrounding cities and towns. The area for the empire was beautiful decorated in colors of all kind. Flowers and banners decorated the buildings and streets, brightening up the area. Classic activities, such as the sparing rings and archery, as well as the axe throws and parkour courses were set up. It all felt familiar to Grian, who couldn’t help but smile at his brother. Grabbing one of the fliers, he inspected it before shooting his brother a look of uncertainty.

“You didn’t”

“On the contrary, brother dearest, I did!”

“Did what? What did he do?”

Grian laughed as he showed the group what the flier said. It was decorated in beautiful, hand-drawn flowers. Golden lettering perfectly spelt out the message.

Floral Festival of Spring

Join us in the weeklong celebration of Spring! Enjoy the festivities with friends and family as you explore the traditions held within our grounds. Finally, enjoy the wondrous Floral Gala held on the final night of festivities. Dawn your greatest fabrics as you dance the night away, before enjoy a magnificent firework display.

Signed by his royal highness,

Prince Thomas Theseus Minecraft

“He used his full name and everything!”

“Your middle name is Theseus?”

“Your actual last name is Minecraft?”

“Did you actually write this? It’s worded and written so…formally.”

Huffing a bit, Tommy crossed his arms. Fixing his posture, he stood up, tall and proud, as he puffed out his chest. It took everyone every fiber in their bodies to not laugh at the sight of him.

“I can be very formal, thank you very much. I’m not a fucking idiot, I remember the formality lessons the teachers put me through. And I take the offense to that writing comment! Do you know how many attempts it took for me to be able to recreate the stupid fancy font used back at the empire? And another thing-”

Grian playfully hopped on Tommy’s shoulder, startling the younger brother to his usual stance. Ruffling his hair, he assured his brother with a laugh.

“Calm down, Toms. You know that we’re messing with you. You did amazingly. How many more flyers do you have? We’ll set them up in the Hub to be distributed across the main server. It’s been a while since I’ve attended a royal ball, so let’s make it grand!”

Laughing, Tommy had no choice but to agree with Grian. His smile faltered, however, once realization sunk in. The next activity for the group was the campfire. The secrets of his time at the Dream SMP that he kept for over 2 years would finally be revealed.

‘Better late than never to prepare the waterworks’, thought a very nervous Tommy.

[wickedpact]

A ranking of all the TTT stories in order of how much I liked them.

(Oh god this is so long)

1 My Mother's Axe

BABY ANDYYYYYYYYYYYY. Honestly this one had the trifecta of developing a character's motivations, developing a character's backstory, & developing their personality. The story starting out with Andy teaching Nile to use the axe was so charming and fun, and you could feel that chemistry they had in Opening Fire, the way they teased and bickered with each other so naturally. I loved the wedge between them on the subject of the axe, how Nile was perhaps a little too young to understand Andy's feelings about whether or not its the 'same' axe. I also love how the axe is obviously the symbol of the franchise and hugely important, but you never get a sense of exactly how important it is to Andy until you read the story.

I love the entire Ship of Theseus theme, and how it feels so natural that for Andy she has to get attached to the idea of things rather than the things themselves because she'll always outlive the things themselves-- the axe is symbolically her mom's axe, even if physically it isn't. And I love how she clearly clings to that concept so tightly. "This is the labrys she held in her hands...." IT GETS ME.

And the fact that this sense of BELONGING, of FAMILY, of CULTURE is so important to Andy that she clings to it (figuratively and literally) with both hands. And of course it's important to her, she spent so long alone that the woman doesn't even remember her birth name. That axe (or the idea of that axe) is all she has left of her mother and that family/culture she was born into.

PLUS on that note I love how Andy doesn't remember if her mom was her actual biological mother, but it doesn't matter to her. This woman was her mother in all the ways that counted. And how her mom BETRAYED AND KILLED Andy but Andy loved her so much that she avenged her and carried her axe for thousands of years. THOUSANDS OF YEARS!!!!!!

I also loved how the story transcends the timeline of the whole franchise and seeing Andy through the years. Loved seeing her with the varying squads and with varying axes. Also baby Andy was so cute. It was cool seeing her so young. like holy fuck. Andromache The Scythian, Immortal Warrior (but smol). Love that.

Also I think this one is one of the few ttt stories that doesn't suffer from length problems.

tldr: goddammit greg you've done it again.

2 Zanzibar and Other Harbors

Zanzibar my beloved. I've said before, but it's downright comedic how little regard there was for Joe and Nicky's character designs in this story. The same person who does the colors for the regular comic did the colors for this one too, and you can tell, every panel of this story was Beautiful.

Ik there was A Lot of criticism of this one (lmao @ how the fandom had no idea what was to come) but I thought a lot of The Discourse was a bit dramatic. I did think Nicky came off as a little oblivious to Joe's feelings in this story, but I've said before, I honestly think that was a 'tone not translating' thing. It felt like Nicky was nagging Joe for [checks notes] saving innocent people, but Joe was so amused by Nicky's complaints I really do think it was supposed to come off as teasing.

Plus I know the 'Joe running off into danger and Nicky reluctantly following' dynamic wasn't popular (I'm a pretty meh on it meself) but I did love how Joe's impulsiveness (if you want to call it that) was interpreted as heroism and not hot-hotheadedness. All of the examples Nicky and Joe talked about included Joe explicitly saving people. (and it also took A Lot for the nazi to actually provoke Joe).

I also feel like their characterization here was closest to the movie canon-- the bit where they hear the woman scream and Joe goes running in to save her while Nicky swoops in on Joe's heels to comfort her while Joe and the nazi were fighting reminds me of the train car scene. Joe had suggested First that they go find Nile because she needed to be protected, and Nicky later added that Nile probably also needed emotional support. Similar reactions.

But it was So Good, the themes of queer community and the enduring nature of queer culture are Not themes you see in media that often and it was such a delight how it was done. Also it's one of the few more modern TTT stories that has a completely valid excuse for taking place when it did. Chef's kiss.

3 Passchendaele

I love the Duality between seeing baby Andy and then seeing Mama Andy in the very next issue. This story doesn't have a ton of meat to it, but the entire concept of Andy adopting a war orphan straight off the battlefield PLUCKS MY TENDER LITTLE HEARTSTRINGS, and I think it's especially poignant for comic!Andy. I think most people wouldn't think twice about movie!Andy doing something like that but comic Andy is so hardened and almost cruel sometimes, and seeing that even for her the world hasn't beaten all of the compassion from her yet is SO!!!!!!! this woman contains MULTITUDES okay, she's violent and angry and tired and Done but she's also so kind and compassionate and THE STRENGTH OF HER!!!!! Also the idea of her and Yitzhak co-raising a kid together is so damn cute. It was #mysterious pre-Yitzhak-story but now it's cute. holy fuck. It's cute.

& the headbonk panel of her and Zeus lives in my heart. anyways.

4 Many Happy Returns

I Know people weren't thrilled about Booker being in this one, but I've developed a pet-peeve about that: this story was *not* booker-centric. Booker only exists in this story to the extent required to explain the importance of the gesture Nile makes towards him. If there was a story about Booker making some grand gesture of kindness to Nile no one would be saying it was Nile-centric. bc it wouldn't be! Booker exists in this story to explore Nile's kindness, its not about him. I saw that a couple times and it bothered me. anyways.

AAAAAAAAAA I loved this one, the art was beautiful, I loved how Andy Nile and Booker were drawn (like their comic selves but.. more looking like actual people). I loved Andy and Nile's Bants, how Andy wanted to jump right in and Do Violence but Nile was basically telling her to hold her horses.

I feel like I'm just repeating the post I made on this story a few days ago, but I LOVED how Nile's plan revolves not around violence or Cool Mercenary Skills but on Nile's own life skills (as she canonly did a lot of minimum wage job-hopping before the marines in comics canon). Her plan used her skills, not the skills of an immortal warrior, and HER SKILLS were in fact more useful for the situation! lov to see Nile's resourcefulness and planning skills.

AND HOW NILE WAS PROBABLY WATCHING BOOKER??? it's so Much bc 1.) nile knew booker A SINGLE DAY and yet he made such an impression on her emotionally that she had to keep an eye on him and 2.) she said in the movie she wanted Booker to get off free with an apology. Yes she's a member of the team but that doesn't mean she's necessarily going to follow orders like a good little soldier. I also love how she convinced Andy to go along with it. her HEART, her KINDNESS, her THOUGHTFULNESS, UGH.

5 The Bear

Honestly I have like no negative things to say about this one other than a.) character design issues which is less about the story itself and is more of a 'tog comic in general' criticism and b.) too short, but it was supposed to be a tease, so.

But I loved Yitzhak, I wasn't expecting to really like him at all but like I said in my other post, he tickled me. I love characters who are Kind™, especially if they have little reason to be so given their backgrounds. Chef's kiss. Lov him.

6 Bonsai Shokunin

I know this one was a little controversial bc of the outsider POV but whenever I see people upset about that they never point out that the Outsider Guy (the samurai) existed as a reflection on Noriko. His ideas are explained in the text to develop hers. The whole story follows how she gave mercy to a scared young man and in response he murdered Noriko, repeatedly! Who gave him the right to inflict such pain and suffering on the world? In his opinion, the lack of response from the gods was his permission. And for Noriko-- over and over again she dies and suffers because she gave mercy, which lines up with her ideas in FM about how it's their fate to rule mortals and if they don't align with that plan/fate/whatever then they suffer. It shows some background to those ideas and how they developed in her mind outside of Ocean Madness™. Additionally, his idea of 'the Gods have done nothing to strike me down so it's fine if I do these things' kind of explains how Noriko may justify her own morally corrupt actions-- she's died so many times and it's never stuck. Maybe if she did die any of those times, or while she was in the water, maybe that would've been a sign she was doing something right, or at least doing something normal. But she hasn't died. Fate isn't done with Noriko yet. And maybe there's a reason for that. In her mind, it's just not a very pleasant reason, is all.

There were things I was kind of meh about tho. I did kind of wish we saw something of Noriko and the team, or smth explaining the way she was before her dip in the pool-- personality, likes dislikes, etc. but it wasn't bad or anything. It was super vague tho, I had to read it a few times before I got what it was going for. Liked the art. Liked the bonsai metaphor. And of course I Respect the decision to use the 1300s (1200s? I don't remember off the top of my head) rather than using the last 200 years.

7 Strong Medicine

Honestly looking back, this one made me kind of sad because both this one and Bonsai Shokunin explored character's ideas on Fate and The Divine and how that intersects with immortality and I totally thought that theme would be continued, especially with Love Letters. But Then It Wasn't™.

Admittedly.... I had to re-read this one to remember most of it. I liked Booker's ideas on God, 'The conductor of the symphony just may not be very good at his trade' but the plot itself was kind of forgettable. Some fuckin cowboys try to kill a doctor (their second) because he couldn't save their sickly brother. Book tries to stop them, gets killed, and then comes back and kills them all before they get the doctor. Alright. I liked the artstyle because the characters were ugly in a similar way that leandro's are, but way more bearable.

I love the Irony of Booker concluding that there is no such thing as fate or destiny and nothing has meaning, AS HE UNKNOWINGLY SAVES MERRICK'S GRANDFATHER FROM BEING KILLED. Booker getting fucked over by life/god/destiny yet again. It also kind of explains about where the fuck hell Merrick's interest in immortal mercenaries even came from.

I originally had this one a lot higher and then I thought about it and moved it down like two spots.

8 Never Gets Old

I liked seeing Booker interact with his kid. And we got a name for the kid! Philippe was a little bitch though, he was a little obnoxious. I liked how Booker was so thrilled to experience a restaurant with his kid (and since we know he was there before, it can be assumed he went with all of his kids and yet he was so charmed each time). It fits with his line to Nicky in the moon landing story about how you don't appreciate beautiful things 'unless you have someone to share them with'. It was charming to see Booker interact with his kid, and to see him so happy. Also lmao @ Booker's big fat Ye Olde Crush on Andy.

However at the same time it was like.. of all the things to write about,,, I guess? Booker's Night Out...... alright. Especially since Book had so many stories.

I don't know, it was alright. The old man killing him really came out of nowhere, (but the 'Salut, asshole!' panel was funny tho).

9 How To Make a Ghost Town

I've hit a point where talking about these stories has gotten less fun. I liked this one but I felt like Achilles getting lynched was not really necessary for a story that was already tragic (a story that already involved Achilles doing a lot of suffering at the hand of bigots). When we first got the blurb for this story I thought it would be about Andy returning to the squad and making friends with Booker after losing Achilles and them butting heads on the idea of family and when to cut off ties. So a little bit of my underwhelmedness about this one might be just my expectations being different.

Honestly I was pretty interested in Andy and Achilles' relationship and I would've liked to see more of them-- like, what was their dynamic like? What did they love about each other?

But anyways Andy leaving and Achilles getting killed anyways feels so pointlessly tragic (which I suppose is the point..... I don't like tragedies) she left to save him and yet people killed him anyway. Meh.

I did love the bits about Andy wanting to have a domestic life (Andy and her multitudes again) and the little detail about how she buried her axe near the road but he buried his guns under his bed-- he was an escaped slave, he never had the luxury of assuredness like Andy did. It was a sad story.

10 Lacus Solitudinis

'You put this one above love letters crim??? how could you???' easy, lmao.

There was stuff in this one I liked. But to talk about stuff I didn't like: (I'll keep it brief, I know ragging on this story has been done time and time again)

UH, setting aside the 6 year cold shoulder between Joe and Nicky, I thought their chosen method of conflict resolution was... bad at best. Nicky's inability to talk about his feelings was also annoying, especially since the entire point of this story is a fight Joe and Nicky had, and yet we don't get both sides to the story, which is...... important? That fact is especially annoying bc in the absence of Nicky explaining his side of the story, it's absolutely a possible (and admittedly probably unintentional) interpretation of the text that we do get that Joe routinely resolves conflict between him and Nicky by simply cutting Nicky out of his life entirely until Nicky just. caves? Even if it takes years?

WHICH i could get into that interpretation and how fucked up i find it. but im not going to. out of restraint.

I don't know, I think there are a lot of interesting ways to go about this conflict but 'Nicky wants to kill a guy and Joe refuses to acknowledge his existence until he stops because he thinks Nicky is too much of a Good Boy to get his hands dirty like that' ('I wont watch as the world turns his (...) compassion into something ugly'. ) wasn't.. how I would've done it. (I mean you know Joe doesn't give a shit about what Nicky is doing in a moral way, because Joe doesn't even care or mention that Booker is killing those cops too. Joe only cares because he doesn't like the idea of Nicky changing in a way he finds undesirable.)

admittedly I've said before, I do like the emphasis Joe's reaction puts on Nicky's kindness. Joe has a complete inability to cope with Nicky simply Not Being Kind. It speaks to the steadiness of Nicky's compassion all those years. but still that fact doesn't make it the conflict feel worth it

hm. I said I would be brief and I wasn't.

oh well. basically I thought there was interesting conflict potential there but it wasn't done the way I would've liked, and the way it was done leaves a lot of disturbing (and again probably unintended) interpretations to lie.

What I did like? Andy and Joe having that pessimist/optimist dynamic. Joe nerding out about science. Andy not being impressed by The Achievements Of Man. I loved Booker needling at Nicky about his outdated slang and also trying to give him Older Brother advice practically in the same breath. I loved Booker giving The Worst relationship advice ever and Nicky being like 'I Will Not Do That, Ever, Thanks.' the family vibes were so good. The Joenicky vibes left a lot to be desired tho.

11 Love Letters

I talked about my problems with Nicky in this story (and Lacus Solitudinis). I don't know, the story isn't bad but I do hold a little bit of a grudge towards it because its very existence begs the existence of a solo Joe story and we didn't get one. If we never got this story, then we could happily count Lacus Solitudinis and Zanzibar as The Joenicky Stories™ and move on with our lives. sigh.

I remember when we first got the blurb for this story I was really curious about why Nicky specifically + the setting, and the answer kind of feels like 'the author had an idea for a story like this and saw ttt as a good enough place to utilize that idea'. Plus I was really underwhelmed by the Romantic Sentiment in the letter. If you look at it line-by-line, the majority of the letter is actually Nicky talking about how lonely and disturbed he is, rather than actual,, yknow,,, Romantic Sentiment. I mean, compare the van speech and this letter and this letter is just kind of meh in comparison. I liked nicky calling joe wise! and I liked the brief sun/moon metaphor! and otherwise it was eh. It didn't even have cute squad banter, which is why Lacus Solitudinis is above this one.

12 An Old Soul

Nun orgy. Nun orgy?????? Nun orgy.......

The whole story felt like a setup to have a nun orgy. Why did Booker have abs? Why did they do that to Andy's nose? ?????? the art was good at least.

nun orgy.

[omegawolverine]

I love it when people talk about things they're passionate about, tell me something cool!! Anything you want, just something you find interesting or want to talk about :D

hello anon my beloved, I am in a bad mood so you will be receiving a passionate, yet lowkey of pissy rant about why villainizing bakugou makes me wanna vomit and its NOT just because I'm a dumbass kinnie :)

tws: child abuse (emotional and physical), near death expierences, bullying, kidnapping, suffocation, lots of trauma in general tbh. if you've seen bnha then basically just keep all the general triggering plot stuff in mind incase i missed any warnings

also, note: I havent caught up on bnha in a minute, I'm at like the start of the war arc but I barely remember shit there tbh so like. probs missing new stuff. also bnha spoiler warnings lol

so, for starters, the homie bakugou has like,, a good handful of issues that come from his childhood that explain why he's an ass. he was always praised and never actually reprimanded for being a twat which led to him having a huge ego that ended up fucking him over majorly. this ego was something that his mother acknowledged him having, but literally didnt try to fix it with anything other than violence. see here:

like, instead of trying to help him, she hits and insults him, which is probably what led to his weird inferiority/superiority complex. being constantly told by others that you're outstanding and one day you'll be a top hero because you're rude and aggressive and then going home and being hit by your mother for those exact same behaviors is bound to fucking confuse a child.

so like, now that we've established that its definetly canon that his mother (parents? I think he said parents at some point but masaru doesn't seem like the type so 🤷) hits him though we don't know how much or how often (though if bakugou was as much of a little shit back then ((which as far as we've seen- he was)) then it was probably often), lets talk about how regardless of all that 1) hitting your kids as "discipline" not only doesn't work but is abusive lol like idc if it's spanking/popping them on the mouth for talking shit, slapping them across the face "on occasion", etc. shits not okay 2) hitting your kids!!!! does not work!!!!!!!! it is literally PROVEN not to work!!!!!!!! hitting a child who has done something wrong doesnt teach them to stop doing something it teaches them to be scared of you, which will cause the child to withdraw, removing part of their support system (assuming said abusive parents would even offer that up) and will most likely lead to them thinking they're a bad person, not that their actions were bad, which are two different things. so, ya know, that would clearly have an effect on a kid. like, as someone with a mother who reminds me all too much of mitsuki: I have acted like a complete shitbag and taken my anger out on people to feel better in the past because of the way my mother treated me. though it was nowhere near what bakugou did, I still know first fucking hand what a mother hitting and insulting her child will do, especially if they have no proper outlet for that (friends, a safe place to vent) which bakugou never fucking had.

theres also the fact that just talking to your kid the way mitsuki does (saying it's his fault he was kidnapped because he's weak, all while hitting him) is not??? okay?????? ive seen people arguing that this was just a joke in poor taste but like her son was KIDNAPPED and even if it was a "joke" there's literally NO WAY that would EVER?? BE FUNNY??????? she just sounds like the kind of parent who at the very least says shit without thinking that would traumatize bakugou (because being told right after being kidnapped it's your fucking fault by your mother is absolutely traumatizing) but it comes across as her being emotionally abusive.

mitsukis character as a whole comes across as a shitty mom who doesn't realize she's a shitty mom and thinks bakugou being an ass isn't at least partially her fault even though she's admitted to realizing he has always had an ego problem and doing nothing to fix it except for hitting and yelling which obviously did nothing but make him just as loud and violent as she is.

this is obviously not the entire reason why he's a dick but he was never properly taught that the shit he was doing wasn't okay and people not stopping it and/or praising him endlessly even tho he was a bully is basically the same as encouraging it, thank you very much.

moving on from that, let's talk about bakugous other traumas and how he naturally responds to them. hint: it's with either full blown panic or a fight response (verbal or physical, though usually physical. also sometimes it's the panic followed by the fight response.)

so far in bnha (keep in mind that I am not caught up, I've only read up to the beginning of the war arc and i barely remember those bits so) bakugou has...

nearly died via sludge villain (he was unable to move and was being suffocated to death- keep this in mind)

lost for the first time ever and against deku of all people (this nearly sent him into a full blown panic attack, likely because of that sexy little inferiority/superiority complex combo. think of this as like. gifted kid burnout lite. he has always been the best of the best and now suddenly he is being beaten by somebody who has always been weaker than him, which immediately makes him start thinking he was never actually that good, he's actually a fucking failure, a goddamn fraud)

won the sports festival by default (bakugou counts this as yet another failure because todoroki didnt try his best. had bakugou lost to todoroki full strength, he would've taken 2nd place with a bit of bitching, but he still wouldve taken it rather than refuse the medal as it would be a reminder that he failed. instead of accepting that like UA shouldve, the staff chained and muzzled him on live television and then had all might, his fucking idol, force the medal into his mouth. remember the sludge villain incident and how he couldnt move and was suffocating to death? yeah.)

been kidnapped because of the way he reacted to winning during the sports festival (he was aggressive and tried to refuse the medal because he felt he didnt deserve it and was then retraumatized by being chained up and muzzled. his "villainous attitude" was a fucking trauma response, do not tell me otherwise)

was then chained up once again by the LOV after being kidnapped,,, do we see the "retraumatize bkg" theme yet?

"ended all might" (he literally blames himself for all mights retirement because had he just not have been weak, all might wouldve had more time, right?)

my point with all of these is that bakugou has been severely traumatized and has then had his trauma responses (aggression, fight) used to further demonize him. not all people with trauma react the fucking same and the way the fandom just refuses to acknowledge anger as a valid form of trauma response is gross as hell.

moving away from that topic, bakugou has literally never had any actual friends, they all just used him and didn't care about him which absolutely will fuck up a kid, especially one who already has all that other shit going on. bakugou deadass never had a support system or people to help him grow as a person, let alone properly work through his fucking emotions so it's not surprising that he would take out his bullshit on the one person who tried to help him especially considering he saw dekus actions as him thinking he was weak. bakugou was raised to not seek help, he thought somebody strong shouldnt ever need it, so for somebody like deku (who bakugou percieved as weak and helpless already) to offer up help? deku must obviously think bakugou is even weaker than him, what other explanation could their possibly be!

speaking of which, there's his heaps of insecurities that he basically hid by being a twat and bullying others for most of his life. kid was so insecure he bullied deku for fucking years cause he thought deku looked down on him, thought he was better than him, etc. and that only got worse bc his idol then decided to take deku in, train him and even give him his quirk. there's probably some shit im missing but still he's got issues and always has had issues. that being said, he's actually improving and working them out now which is what makes him a really good, interesting character. it's also nice to see a character who is a dick without some tragic backstory (like his backstory is sad but its not the classic "my family was fucking slaughtered and i turned into a raging bitch who murders people" type shit) bc that rarely happens and it's like most assholes don't actually have a story like that they're just assholes lol

now lets talk improvement! lil bitch has been getting better since he got into UA and im so happy abt it!! he had a rough start what with deku suddenly having a quirk and all but like he is really improving now and it highkey shows that bakugou just mostly needed people who 1) didn't constantly praise him and actually criticized him instead 2) actually fucking punished him doing stupid shit and 3) some motherfucking friends

Since going to UA he's gotten actually feedback from teachers about his weaknesses and how to get stronger, he's lost against others, hes been told he has a shit attitude and is a dick, told he should be nicer and leave deku alone, etc etc. He hasn't gotten in trouble too much with teachers but others give him shit for what he does and aizawa has punished him too, while still acknowledging that bakugou is an amazing and dedicated student, something which no one else had done up til that point. and uh???? homie actually has friends who like,,, don't use him and also call him out when he's a dick. like specifically kirishima has done this shit and him and bakugous relationship is clearly very healthy and beneficial for the both of them. makes me feel all happy n shit, ya know

bottom line is: while it is absolutely valid to dislike or even hate bakugou because he is a massively flawed person who has been very cruel to others, villainizing him for the way he acts which in large part seems to be from a lack of guidance, a shitty mother and heavy amounts of trauma, is fucking awful. his actions cannot be fucking excused, he needs to apologize and continue to grow, but he is also a fucking teenager, who is just now being told that the way he acts is unacceptable by people who dont fucking abuse him (and I swear to god if any people who think mitsuki isnt abusive interact with this fucking post I will fullstop hardblock you, I do not fucking care) and actually treat him like a normal person instead of some prodigy child or someone who needs to be fixed.

people are free to debate my points or whatever bc I know some of this stuff is up to interpretation but like. dni if you're just here to say you hate bakugou for xyz reason or that he's irredeemable. also especially dni if you compare him to fucking endeavor yall bitches make me gag.

anyways thxs for the ask anon <33 sorry this is a kinda messy info dump lol

[greenhappyseed]

Hello!! It's me again!! Thank you for answering my ask 💜 Can I give a follow-up question?? Back in Ch.318, Second was giving a side-eye when the "bolster" thing came up, but in Chapter 321, his eyes are now closed when the "bolster" line repeated.

Basing on what you said, if second is looking for soldier heroes to support Izuku, then this would seem that he's satisfied by Class A?? If the closed eyes is an indication of relief/satisfaction??

If that's the case then Second must be looking for more people when Katsuki arrived in Ch. 318. But do you think there's more to that side-eye??

I may he delusional but I honestly believe that there's something more to that Ch. 318 Katsuki panel. Hori wouldn't give it too much focus if it was for nothing (unless it's just Katsuki fanservice 😂 I won't complain if that's only it tbh).

Do you think Second is skeptical about Katsuki specifically??

There are already two times where Izuku lost control of OFA and went feral because of his emotions.

The first one is back at the JT arc where BW first manifested. It went berserk because he lost control of his emotions and got angry.

2nd is Danger Sense manifestation. Izuku went insane feral to the point that he ALMOST lost OFA right then and there if it wasn't for the interference of the Vestiges.

Interesting to note is that Katsuki is always at the center of these events.

I've already read analysis saying that Katsuki may have become a berserk button/last straw for Izuku. So if we think of it that way, maybe that side-eye means he isn't happy to see Katsuki, but when the whole class arrived he's now more relaxed ??

We still know little to nothing about 2nd, and he physically looks like Katsuki. They also kind of share the same mindset (2nd's "winning despite casualties" and Katsuki's "winning with zero casualties")

And so I really believe that something is bound to happen with second and Katsuki.

What are your thoughts on this specifically?? Do you think this is gibberish or not??

That’s a really good question! I don’t think it’s gibberish at all!

If Second is feeling shaky about Izuku’s odds of success, and wants to bolster him with people who are willing and able to keep up with him, then Second wants (1) forces, not just one person; and (2) people that won’t distract Izuku from the mission. As you pointed out, Izuku going feral and losing control of his heart puts him at risk of losing OFA, since OFA was born from — and continues to obey — a strong will. If Izuku is the last chance to defeat AFO, then Second wants Izuku’s will to remain strong and under control. Like it or not, Izuku is the “chosen one” on the hero side that (as far as we know) holds the power to defeat AFO. (Realistically, I think Izuku + Tomura will need to work together to stop AFO, with support from 1A, the LOV, All Might, and the pro heroes, but that’s a different topic!!)

To your q about something happening between Second and Katsuki, I agree it does seem there’s more going on. Second bears a physical resemblance to Katsuki, and Yoichi bears a physical resemblance to Izuku (green eyes, functionally quirkless, lives in a fantasy world of comic superheroes). Attitude-wise, Second and Katsuki focus on winning while Yoichi and Izuku focus on saving. Second has Third as a follower, while Yoichi has a “squad” with Nana and All Might. So, there are lots of different ways Katsuki could come into play:

It could foreshadow Katsuki learning to become a good leader while still supporting Izuku like how Second supported Yoichi and they worked together. More “Get behind the nerd” and less “Get behind ME, nerd.”

You’re right that Second could be wary of Katsuki as a “berserk” trigger for Izuku. Erupting into DvK3 at the wrong moment could certainly distract Izuku and create an opening for AFO. Or if Katsuki is a “known” vulnerability for Izuku then KATSUKI could become AFO’s target.

There are LOT of times when AFO and Katsuki are close to each other, with AFO knowing Katsuki’s name and touching Katsuki (warping in Kamino; stabbing in the war). If Second was watching everything through Izuku’s eyes, he might be suspicious AFO has some kind of control over Katsuki and can use him like a spy/Trojan horse.

OFA was “truly born” when Second rescued Yoichi from AFO’s imprisonment. That could foreshadow Katsuki rescuing Izuku from imprisonment or possession by AFO (or by OFA, if it’s truly cursed — this could make Izuku/OFA an “enemy” to Katsuki that he nonetheless must extend a hand to save).

….or it could foreshadow the DEATH of OFA, with Katsuki rescuing Izuku (the person) at the end of the final battle. I suspect that Katsuki and All Might will work together somehow; like Katsuki will help Izuku & Tomura in the physical world and All Might will help them in the vestige world.

It could also be something we have yet to learn! Hori loves the slow reveal, giving us crumbs of info over dozens of chapters. We could suddenly get a flashback full of vestige backstories — or nothing. It’s the thrill and agony of being a BnHA fan.