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It's Byakuya and Senku time again

I've tried to put into words how Senku feels about Byakuyas death and I finally think i understand a fraction of it. Senku feels guilty. So so guilty because he never got to tell Byakuya how grateful he is, how much he loves him, he never got to see his father one last time.

But more than that, the guilt crushes him because he sees the way Byakuya cares for him every day. The village was a gift from Byakuya to him, the platinum was gift from Byakuya to him, Lillians record was a gift from Byakuya to him. Senku has to live every day, is able to survive another day because of his dad. Byakuya always planned for exactly what he thought Senku would need, he as and always will do whatever is necessary for his son to succeed and yet Senku will never be able to do the same, he will never be able to do the same for his dad as his dad did to him. His dad gave everything he could to Senku up until his dying breath.

Senku feels guilty because he's been aware of how much his dad has done for him up until his dying breath and the only thing he can do now for his dad is to revive humanity, even if he has to die to do so.

I found this in my gallery. Didn't remember when I drew it...

But it's here now...

Hawks..? Sweety u good?

Peoples. I just realised something. In both the manga and live adap, none of the diamonds games had a quick and clean, painless laser death (acid, being hanged, electrocuted, etc) yet diamonds are the most likely ones to have associations with lasers. (diamond cutters cutting diamonds with lasers), and in both the live adap and manga, diamond games are the only ones with no laser deaths. Yeah I just wanted to share some stuff about my favourite suit.

im cringe but im free 🥶🥶

One thing that pisses me off about most DID/OSDD rep is that its almost ALWAYS EXCLUSIVELY “mr normal” and then “mr evil kills everyone for no reason”. No in between or variation. I feel like having alters who are more “aggressive and violent” can be excusable depending on context, like if it was during a war or everyone for themselves situation? But nooooooo it’s always some suburban white collar dude.

*finds out that classic sonic is 33+ years old*

Y'all ever go to a relatives house for like a weekend or smthn and you get one of your cousins rooms cause they gone, and you know that cousin well enough that when you get to the room you're just like, "I wonder how many people they been fuckin in this bed," before awkwardly laying down on it?

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

hey guys. i just got back into crk. i have burning spice, pure vanilla, dark cacao (x3), oyster, and several newer epics. i need shadow milk and black forest to come HOME. (and shadow milk's sage of truth costume)

question why the fuck does nobody ever headcanon madeleine cookie as a trans woman. or even transfem. that is a transfem FAGGOT if i've ever seen one.

sincerely, someone who has barely ever been in the cookie run fandom since i fell out in 2021. i've always been a transfem madeleine truther because that is a beautiful GORGEOUS npd-having herbo

Do you wanna be my sugar baby

No bitch, my fam has hereditary diabetes

Grenade sheep.

Spin this wheel to get a word and this wheel to get an animal. Congrats, this is now your new MGS codename.

Reblog with your codename btw I'm curious-

(I'm Acid Cobra)

Do you ever feel like you're falling apart

DAMN didn't realize how much a reblog

Watch out Fyodor

Bruh.

I just realised I have more than 1 person who consistently follows my work. BRUHHHHHH

I’ll feed you JuziNation

Should I burn Uzi at the stake later

JJK 221:

god ima.freak

Sooooo- *gets killed*

Close ups and such underneath

BNHA: This Time Around

[A Semi-CloudNight Oneshot]

“Aaahhh! It feels so good to unwind like this,” Fukukado Emi, best known as the Laughing Hero: Ms. Joke, laughs in relief as she leans forward against the bar countertop, a mug of whiskey in hand. She’s dressed in her civilian outfit, which consists of high waist blue skinny jeans and a light yellow crop top tee shirt with a bold white stripe stretching across her chest. Her mint green hair is held back in a low ponytail, and black slip-on sneakers adorn her feet; her outfit accented by  a black choker around her neck and three beaded bracelets coating her right wrist. 

Joining her at their favorite bar is Tatsuma Ryuko (Ryukyu), Takeyama Yuu (Mt. Lady), and Kayama Nemuri (Midnight). Nemuri’s rosy red lips tilt upwards into a sly smile, and she raises her glass of red wine to her lips. Unlike Fukukado, Nemuri is dressed to impress, with her beautiful dark blue dress fading to a vibrant pink as it travels down towards the helm of her dress, perfectly matching her light complexion. Black three inch heels adorn her feet, and her deep indigo hair is held over her head in a messy bun, staked into place by a black pin that distinctly resembles a fox tail. 

Nemuri pushes up her crimson red glasses, still smiling. “Me too,” she agrees happily. “My agency has been so busy lately with all the League of Villain madness. It feels great to just be in the moment every now and again.”

Sitting on Fukukado’s other side, directly across from Nemuri, Takeyama stares down at her small glass of champagne, her eyebrows knitted together in exhaustion. The Giant Hero, like Ms. Joke, is dressed in casual clothing, wearing short blue jean shorts with a simple orange tank top and a single star-shaped golden necklace around her neck. Her long, wavy blond hair is tied back in a ponytail, which spirals down to her midback in beautiful platinum waves. 

“I knew starting my own agency was going to be hard, but I didn’t think it would be this hard,” Takeyama confesses, exhaustion lacing her tone. “Like, I can’t effectively take down any villains because my size destroys so much property, and I hate that my fans only seem to like me because they want me to step on them! It’s so weird! People are weird and gross!” She drops her head onto the table and groans mutely into the polished wood. “And here I thought the big city would be different from home.”

Tatsuma places a gentle hand on Takeyama’s back and pats it reassuringly. Like Nemuri, Tatsuma is dressed for the occasion in a simple yet elegant violet dress with a chain of pearls around her neck and diamond earrings in her ear. It is no surprise Ryukyu would wear such beautiful jewelry, though given her status as a dragon, Nemuri wasn’t surprised.  “Don’t worry, Takeyama. We all start off rough, but guaranteed your agency will become amazing,” the Dragon Hero encourages the blond heroine gently, and Takeyama’s shoulders only slightly relax.

Fukukado taps her chin, her dark green eyes thoughtful. “Come to think of it, aren’t you and Kamui Woods, like, a thing now? I heard his agency is successful, maybe you can talk to him about it,” she says, and Takeyama reaches across the table with frantic shushing gestures.

“Don’t say that outloud! We want to keep our relationship private! The last thing we need is the media crawling up our asses about it,” she snarls at the Laughing Hero, and Fukukado raises her hands in surrender.

“Oops! My bad!” Fukukado yelps and frantically checks around her in case anyone was listening in. Nemuri and Tatsuma make eye contact from across the table and snicker to themselves.

“Kamui Woods is a very dependable man, though,” Tatsuma adds. “I’m proud of you.”

Takeyama buries her face in her hands. “Can’t we talk about anything else?” she whines.

Fukukado’s smile returns full force, and a shit-eating grin splits across her face. “But why though? Everyone loves hearing about a good romance!” She cups her hands to her cheeks and swoons giddily. “Like, just the other day, I ran into Eraserhead at a coffee shop! It was so amazing, like something out of a romance novel!” 

Nemuri’s cerulean eyes widen slightly. “Oh yeah, he told me about that. Didn’t he leave the second he saw you?” she asks.

Fukukado’s cheeks flush red, and she chuckles awkwardly. “Oh, yeah, he did. Something about not wanting to deal with my energy or whatever. But that just makes it so much more exciting! I mean, look at him, all dark and mysterious and broody~!”

“Not to mention a total hobo who forgets to shower half the time,” Nemuri adds. The other heroines at the table chuckle.

“AND he’s the only one who I haven’t gotten to laugh yet!” Fukukado goes on, ignoring Nemuri’s remark. “One of these days, I’ll get him to laugh! If not, at least smile! Yeah, that would be amazing.”

“Why not use your Quirk?” Tatsuma asks.

Fukukado shakes her head adamantly. “He erases Quirks, remember? Besides, I don’t just wanna make him laugh! I want to really make him laugh, you know? Something authentic. Using my Quirk would just be dishonest and mean.”

Nemuri shrugs her shoulders, though a part of her is secretly relieved. She’s known Eraserhead since high school, and knowing him, the main reason he wouldn’t want to try dating Fukukado would be because he doesn’t want to be influenced by her Quirk. Then again, this is Eraserhead they’re talking about. After what happened in high school, he probably wouldn’t give her a chance either way. He has trouble enough making friends, let alone dating. The cruel reality of hero work scarred him, and the mere thought of it hurts her heart. Fear guides him, and Nemuri desperately wishes she could do something to help.

“What about you, Midnight?” Nemuri perks up, and finds the eyes of the other heroines glued on her. Fukukado leans forward eagerly, her dark green eyes sparkling like diamonds. “Do you have anyone you’re with right now? With your gorgeous looks and bedazzling personality, I’ll bet yes!”

Tatsuma casts Fukukado a significant look. “Ms. Joke, your bi is showing,” she comments, startling a laugh out of Takeyama.

Nemuri glances down at her wine glass and slowly sways it around in her grasp, watching the dark red liquid roll within its transparent chamber. Her smile becomes wistful. “I’ve had flings, but serious relationships? Nope. I haven’t had any in years. Probably not since high school,” she replies honestly.

Takeyama lifts her head, blinking at the R-Rated Hero in surprise. “What? There’s no way. Your entire aesthetic is about intimacy! Especially the sexy kind,” she gapes, and Nemuri chuckles at her reaction.

“It’s true. I haven’t had a proper boyfriend since my third year in high school, and to be honest…” Nemuri’s smile becomes bitter, and she chuckles in spite of her hypocrisy. “I don’t think I’ll ever date again. Hurts too much.”

Fukukado grimaces slightly. “Oof, was he really that bad?” she asks, and Nemuri immediately shakes her head.

“No, no. In fact, he was amazing. He was the sweetest, funniest, most loyal person I’d ever met. He cared about everyone unconditionally, and he would always go out of his way to help people. Hell, this one time, he found a kitten stuck in the rain and brought it with him to school,” she reminisces, smiling at the memory of him. Even now she can clearly see his broad, glowing smile, and the image sparks an old pain in her heart. “He was my everything. Even though we wanted different things out of life– with him wanting to start an agency with his other friends, and me wanting to start the Midnight Agency– we still promised we’d be together. That we’d make it work.”

Fukukado’s brows are drawing together in concern, now, and acid rises in Nemuri’s chest at the realization in her eyes. “Wait, you’re talking about him in the past tense,” she says. “What… happened?”

Nemuri’s smile falls completely, and she utters a deep sigh. “The worst,” she responds. “About fifteen years ago, we were alerted to a villain attack in Tasomiya Ward, a giant monster with the ability to stockpile power.” Tatsuma and Fukukado’s eyes widen nearly simultaneously, no doubt recognizing the event, but Takeyama blinks at Nemuri in confusion; she’s too new to the career to know. 

Her voice shudders, but still, Nemuri goes on, “All of us were there. Me, Eraserhead, Present Mic, and… him. We did everything in our power to stop the monster, but it was too big. We couldn’t do anything. I was evacuating everyone out of the area while he, Present Mic, and Eraserhead went to go stop the villain. Civilians got hurt; there’s no way to protect everyone. But he…”

The image washes over her, stealing away all her breath in an instant. She can smell the salty rain clouds, she can feel the slick pavement beneath her boots, the uncomfortable way debris clings to her sweaty skin. Above all else, she remembers rounding the corner just in time to see a cloud explode to life over a class of kindergarteners and their teacher, leaving them protected but him exposed. Their eyes made contact, and before Nemuri could do anything, before she could call out his name or take a step forward, a giant chunk of debris was upon him, and she was helpless to watch it swallow him whole.

The scene barely lasted for more than a few seconds, but she can still see it. The sickening crunch resonating through the air as his skull cracks open, the violent spray of blood from his head… She suddenly wants to throw up her wine and crumble into a ball. Old insecurities she thought she’d abandoned were suddenly creeping up the back of her mind, whispering terribly in her ears.

“Your quirk is useless. It couldn’t protect anyone, especially not your loved ones.”

“It’s because you’re so useless he’s dead.”

“Why are you even a hero?”

“Midnight?”

Nemuri snaps out of the memory and finds the other heroines looking at her in worry. She quickly realizes she’d dropped her wine glass to cover her face, and while thankfully the glass didn’t break, the wine was splattered all over the table top. It looks exactly like his blood.

“Midnight,” Tatsuma reaches out to her and gently takes her hands, leading them away from her face and gripping them tightly. Nemuri clings onto the contact, desperately wishing her hands were someone else’s. “Are you okay? Do you need a moment?”

Nemuri shakes her head slowly and slips her hands out of Tatsuma’s reach. She hates it when people look at her with those worried eyes. “It affected all of us,” Nemuri goes on. “Obviously, it hurt me. I lost my boyfriend and the guy I wanted to… but Present Mic and Eraserhead lost their best friend. Their brother.”

Fukukado shakes her head, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh, Midnight, I’m… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to open an old wound,” she whispers in horror, and Nemuri shakes her head again, this time with more resolve.

“It’s fine, really. It gave me a horrible wake up call, that above all else, we are heroes. Whether we want to acknowledge it or not. Every day we go out there and put our lives on the line. We could live, we could die, but what matters most is protecting others.” She glances down at the wine spilled all over the table, and her own reflection stares back at her with wary acceptance. She sighs, long and tired. “Watching him die made me realize how easily life can be lost, how tragedy can strike in an instant. That’s why I want to embrace my youth for as long as I can, so I can live enough for both of us.” Her reflection’s lips quirk upward into a trying smile. “That way, when I die, when I can finally see him again, I can tell him about all my adventures with pride.”

Nemuri looks up and finds herself staring into the wet faces of the other heroes. Tatsuma, Fukukado, and Takeyama are all staring at their senior hero with wide, tearful eyes, and Nemuri likes to think in this moment, they felt more respect for the seasoned heroine.

Nemuri smiles back at them and wipes the tears from her eyes. “Remember that, you three,” she tells them. “Go forward knowing nothing– not even love– is certain, but don’t let it scare you. The world is scary, dangerous, and even cruel, but what’s most important is cherishing the people in our lives.” She raises her wine glass and what remains of the wine sloshes around in its glassy imprisonment. “To living.”

Fukukado, Tatsuma, and Takeyama look between themselves. One by one, they lift their drinks to the sky, each glass a different shape containing a different drink. “To living,” they echo, and tap their glasses together with Nemuri’s. The R-Rated Hero smiles truly, her heart swelling with pride.

Nemuri drives home alone that night.

Of course, the four heroines stayed at that bar for hours, laughing and drinking together once the shock of Nemuri’s lost-love bombshell faded away. As their senior, Nemuri only drank a few sips of her wine every now and again (although the gruesome memories made her want to get wasted out of her mind), and she allowed the other heroes to have their fun and get as wasted as they want. Takeyama and Fukukado were joking around, having a blast singing old pop culture songs together, occasionally getting Tatsuma to join in whenever the Dragon Hero got over her shyness.

Eventually, Nemuri dragged the three drunken heroines back into her car (thankful they all decided to take Nemuri’s car there and back), and she drove all the ladies home, making sure they had all their possessions with them before leaving. Once she dropped them all off at their houses and made small talk with any partners they had waiting for them, she decided to gather her wits and go home herself. Today was a long day, and she was surprised to find herself emotionally exhausted so soon.

The bar is a fifteen minute drive from her house, but as soon as she leaves her car and strides up the driveway, she pulls open the front door and steps inside her dark home. Despite it’s nice size, being a two story house with multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, only Nemuri lives in it, though she’s not completely alone.

“Meow!” Nemuri looks down, and her heart lifts slightly as her tabby orange cat comes bounding over to her, high in energy despite his age. Nemuri kneels down to collect him in her arms, and she cradles the cat like a baby.

“Hello, Sushi-baby,” she coos at him as she kicks the front door shut and locks it behind her. “How are you doing? Were you keeping the house safe from big bad strangers while I was gone?”

Sushi meows in response and nuzzles her bust.

The house is big and empty now, but one day, Nemuri hopes she’ll marry and settle down, maybe start a family all her own. It won’t be for a while, and honestly, Nemuri is scared to start dating out of fear of herself or her partner dying, but she decided a long time ago to live by her words so she bought the house regardless. She’s getting older now, and at thirty-two, she knows she doesn’t have much time left. At the very least, Oboro would want her to be happy, even if her happiness isn’t with him. She just hopes she can find someone accepting of her tastes and interests, like he did. 

Nemuri enters her living room and sits back in her recliner, pulling out her phone to amuse herself. Sushi immediately adjusts himself in her lap and kneads her legs with his paws, turning around in a circle before plopping down into a comfortable loaf. Nemuri scratches him behind the ears with a faint smile.

“We’ll be okay,” she says, more so to herself than to the cat.

Sushi’s lazy purring is her only response.

Nemuri leans back into her chair and sighs. Tomorrow will be a new day.

WOW EVERYTHING- EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. A. YOU PUT WHY I LOVE MIC SO MUCH INTO W O R D S. AND B. THAT- VILLAIN MIC CONCEPT- WOW.

look i just want to know what it would’ve been like if mic went off the deep end in an obvious way instead of aizawa after shirakumo’s death

This is EXTREMELY CURSED and I'm truly sorry, lmao.

But that comment in the movie is one of the only information we got from Casey describing The Future, I couldn't let it slide.

How do you answer that?

I thank God for Baeli's existence tbh.

— Crush Crush Crush!

: katsuki, izuku, tamaki

: gn!reader

Katsuki —

• definitely ignores his feelings at first, brushing it off as slight admiration from how well you perform in hero training and academics.

• he always find himself glancing at you every now and then, sometimes he’d even space out and just look at your direction for a solid minute. which absolutely scared the shit out of you cuz u thought he was giving you a death glare.

• mina would definitely be the first to notice, and she’s definitely going to tell the others.

• his friends would definitely tease him abt it. whenever they catch him just staring into nothingness seemingly thinking of something important, they’ll tease him immediately.

• “ohhh~ is loverboy thinking about his special someone?” “honestly i never thought you’d like anybody to this extent.” “same, thought you were uncapable of love.”

• cue the shouting and explosions.

• once he does accept the fact that he has this “tiny” attraction towards you, he wont be a chicken and not act on it.

• he’s deff a bit more tame with you. he doesn’t shout that much or even spare deku a menacing glance whenever you’re around. he’ll also even do small things you say.

• you ask him to grab you a water bottle after training? he got a two more extras for you. you asked him to add a bit of chili in a dish his making for class dinner? he’s adding it.

• when he has enough and thinks that it’s time. he’ll just say it straight up to your face. “i like you. so like me back.” now you two are togather :D.

Izuku —

• like katsuki, he just think it’s an innocent admiration. like the one he has for almight.

• but he never felt butterflies when he admired the former no.1 hero. he also never blushes whenever he gets complimented by the older man. so why is he experiencing this whenever he’s with you?

• he confided in uraraka for this, and he was absolutely gobsmacked. he has a crush?

• okay, now that he’s aware of his feelings. he’s definitely going to start avoiding you. sorry.

• like, his heart cannot take it. whenever you say his name followed up by a question of some sorts, he’ll just (badly) act like he doesn’t hear or notice you and just leave.

• turns out this is not an effective way of dealing with his emotions so he tries to start socializing with you again.

• he’ll deff tutor you and volunteer to be your sparring partner during training. will let you win on purpose cuz whats a couple of points if he can get to see you smile and declare your victory?

• as for the confession. he just said it on accident. like he was so flustered abt something you did he just starts mumbling and accidentally splutter out his feelings for you.

• felt embarrassing for him he wanted to die.

• you just laughed which made him anxious but when you said you liked him back he fainted. deadass, his soul left his body.

Tamaki —

• unaware that he even has feelings for you in the first place. he just thought he really liked your company and that you’re a chill friend to be around.

• so when mirio just randomly says, “oh, you like y/n, right?” he buffers.

• now he’s having this thing where his gears start to move and just— he’s basically self reflecting.

• does he like you? no he doesn’t. not in that way at least. but what if he does? omg he did notice himself getting faint butterflies when you’re around. but what if he was just feeling sick?

• when he gets his shit together, and accept that he has a crush, he’ll have a even harder time looking at you than normal. if you’re just waving from the other side of the classroom, he’ll just stand there and avert his gaze into somewhere else.

• gets to the point where he’s too shy to even be in the same room as you, so obviously, you confront your friend about this behavior.

• nijire walks in on you two and just blurts out, “did you finally confess to y/n?” with a excited expression. but it soon turned into worry/embarrassment when he finds out he’s not.

• now you two are alone in the room and you just slowly turn your attention back to him. “so.. you like me?” then BOOM! he fainted.

• dw, he properly confessed to you once he was okay.

As opposed to that quote about “the horrifying ordeal of being known,” do y’all ever feel so positively UNKNOWN and UNSEEN that it frightens you? Like there’s a self that you feel on the inside, and you believe to be “you,” but it seems like nobody else sees that version of you? And they’re interacting with someone that isn’t you but a projection of their experience of you? What’s more, perhaps nobody will ever know your true essence and you will die without ever being fully realized????? I’m only two beers in honestly

of course the first ever sin was a woman eating

reading good omens so fun

@qibsichan send me this and we both think this is funny because of the timing and she gave me the green light to post this because funny and the timing