#muscular is canon fodder for this
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Hi there, how are u? It's me, anon 🌲. Do you write specific scenarios? Like, someday, the crush of Shigaraki/Dabi/Spinner is on LOV hideout and Muscular starts flirting with her (but she was visibly bothered) and when she tries to leave, Muscular pulls her into a forced kiss and after that she shows disgust and finally manages to physically leave. I wonder how they would react. (Btw, I really like your writing, thanks for accepting my other request).
Hello Anon 🌲, hope you’re doing well 💕 I absolutely will do a specific scenario! I’m feeling mini blurbs right now, so we’ll go with that!
Warnings: NONE!
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Shigaraki Tomura
He was originally not mindful of Muscular’s behavior, the villain familiar with the other’s straight forward and albeit different way of interacting with others. He knew you could handle yourself, confident that Muscular wouldn’t be trying to start any fights and ruin their hideout or something ridiculous.
He didn’t account for other intentions though. Truly not even fathoming that Muscular was trying to seduce you.
You. His.
Your back was to him across the bar, Muscular’s towering form standing in front of you with his arms crossed and smirk on his sharp features. Tomura mindlessly acknowledged his interaction with you, looking up from his switch momentarily to take in your pretty form from behind in. Never mind how his gaze dropped to your ass, he was just checking on you.
His gaze returned to his switch, focusing again on his game as the news played on low, mingling with the noises the other members made to create the perfect white noise for him to focus.
It wasn’t until your voice slightly raised that his eyes snapped up again, finding your form attempting to step back, stopped by a massive hand on your bicep. It’s quick, he hardly has time to stand up before you’re being pulled forcibly into and up towards Muscular, his hulking form overshadowing you and your yelp muffled by his lips.
Time seemed to freeze for him.
Except his body was moving faster than his mind, his hand raised, all five fingers ready to dust this mother fucker-
“Shigaraki-sama!” It’s Kurogiri which saves Muscular’s life.
He’s pulled back to reality as Kurogiri teleports Muscular away from his raised hand, his loyal but stupid underling standing protectively in front of you, as if he’d ever hurt you.
“Move” he ordered.
“Shigaraki-sama, please think—”
“I said move!” While Kurogiri certainly wanted only the best for him, he still dutifully stepped aside, at least comforted by Tomura’s more calm demeanor now. It’d certainly been a while since Tomura had any outbursts of rage or immaturity, so he was given the benefit of the doubt.
You’d tripped over a chair in your panic, the shock of Muscular’s forceful assault, Kurogiri pushing you back, and your boss now towering over you so menacingly you wondered if you were going to be killed for insulting him somehow.
Except he holds out his left hand, a half glove covering his pinky offered and not his fully uncovered hand.
Tomura is quiet, face impassive as you take the offered hand and he, surprisingly gently, helps you up.
“Boss…” your cautious tone and weary eyes have his chest constricting painfully, but he’s still infused with rage and no real outlet. The hand which helped you up is quick to grab your jaw and force you forward, shock keeping you pliant and not fighting out of his hold, and fear he’ll use his other hand to make you obedient.
“See her, Muscular?” His ruby gaze, framed by dark circles and his messy bangs, stare straight at the blonde who had been moved across the room. The man looked a bit manic, grinning and crouched as if ready to fight.
“Let me catch or hear you approach her again for anything not mission related…” his face turns nasty, gripping your face a little tighter despite the way you trembled in his hold, “I’ll fucking send you to hell.” His smile is grotesque, filled with nearly unrestrained malice and rage.
You’re manhandled out of the bar, dragged by Tomura towards his room. You aren’t really given a confession, but it’s not hard to put the pieces together to know he was jealous.
Dabi
Like a cat to a mouse, Dabi is always tracking your movement and actions whether you’re aware of it or not. He’s not overtly obvious most of the time, but occasionally he likes to make you uncomfortable with his proximity and wicked gaze.
It’s actually quite difficult for Muscular to approach you at all. Dabi’s ability to manipulate the room and his areas of contact incredibly well. Normally, you’re in the company of Toga or Magne, or within his near grasp. He’s not easy to slip past, nor is Toga or Magne, but today you’d returned from a successful intel collection early and were reporting to Shigaraki. Even Dabi can’t control some things, much to his displeasure, so there you were… unattended.
Ironic for a villain like you.
It left you wide open for Muscular’s approach, Dabi not present yet, as the enormous blonde villain pitched his shot.
Unsurprisingly, you aren’t impressed. Visibly recoiling at his attempt to further invade your space, and spiking your irritation. Rules are rules though, and quarreling amongst each other is frowned upon, especially within the hideout. So, like a reasonable adult, you try to remove yourself from the situation. Not that it works, Muscular clearly unfazed by your rejection and repulsion towards him. His meaty palm and fingers digging into the fabric of your top and yanking you towards him violently, his eyes wild with disdain and humor as his lips connect with yours, teeth clashing painfully as you bite your tongue and blood fills your mouth.
Dabi chooses that moment to stroll in, hands stuffed in his pockets, posture relaxed as he surveys the room upon entry.
Just to see Muscular’s piece of shit actions and set him off.
Rules are damned before this man, crusty face could whine all he wants, as a hot iron fist connects swiftly across Muscular’s face. Skin and tendon are charred, Muscular’s quirk in overdrive to protect the bones in his face from shattering. It sends Muscular a few steps away from you as he catches his balance and looks up in surprise at Dabi’s blatant display of hostility. Despite Dabi’s full toothed grin on display, his eyes were taunting as his flames licked away at his purple skin.
Dabi’s free hand easily wraps around your waist, a steel bar more than anything to keep you where he wants you and not scampering away like you enjoy doing. Keep the peace and all that, despite this shit hole being a gang of villains.
“Hey fuck face, did you lose something?” His teasing could easily be misinterpreted as his usual display of disrespectful playfulness, but his tone gave away his inner fury. Someone touched his toy. That’s all the reason he needs to light someone up.
Muscular chuckles, aware of Dabi’s blatant display of childish possessiveness over you, enjoying riling up his powerful ally.
“No, I don’t think did.” His booming laugh only has Dabi’s staples pulling at his skin painfully, his grin too wide to be anything but a display of aggression.
“Ah, then you must want to lose something!” His attitude of eliminate the irritant clearly shared, but both men are disrupted by Kurogiri’s appearance.
“Need I remind you gentleman of the rules?” Despite being unable to see his expression, it’s not hard to guess that the smokey villain is displeased. Shigaraki not too far away focused on the scene, but quite and observant for now.
“Pussy” Dabi chuckles, still smiling but unmoving until Muscular finally throws his hands up playfully, making a show of leaving despite his eyes saying otherwise. Even with the big man gone, Dabi’s grip on you doesn’t loosen, if anything it becomes tighter.
“Dabi…?” Your curious question finally brings that dangerous gaze over to you. He looks pissed even smiling. Were you really so damn stupid? He’d thought you smarter than this.
“What’s wrong doll? Upset I sent your boyfriend away?” He’s baiting you, it’s obvious he is, but it could spell bad news if you aren’t careful in answering. Thankfully, you’re at least semi-versed in dealing with the flame wielding psychopath.
“Thank you” wise words, appealing to his ego and not taking the bait either.
He sneers, finally dropping the false smile and showing a hint of his true displeasure. “Next time, I’m incinerating the doped up piece of shit.” He’s leading you out of the bar now, hand still around your waist like a vice and keeping you close. He’s visibly calmer with you in his grasp, his movements dragging you into a hallway not often used by other members.
You’re rudely pressed up against the wall, Dabi’s frame caging you in as he looks at you with those eyes so similar to his flames. Blue but radiating a dangerous heat.
“Now, how are you going to repay me for cleaning these lips he sullied?” His question can’t be answered, not when he’s smashing his own lips passionately against your own. A possessive grip around your throat a reminder to who you belong to.
Spinner
He’s in the middle of playing video games with the boss when it happens, Muscular’s unwanted advances and kiss.
It leaves him reeling, as he looks up just in time to see the massive blonde smash his lips to yours, your hands pressed against the man’s chest to try and push him off. It’s all Spinner really needs to confirm it’s not welcome, and inwardly he’s grateful it isn’t welcome. He’s on Muscular in an instant, enraged at the display of aggression and assault of your lips as a member of the League. He might not have been as angry had it been Toga or some one else, but it was you and he hadn’t even been able to confess yet, let alone be turned down.
Muscular easily dodges, his movements taking him away from your figure as you remove yourself from the scene, viciously wiping your lips in disgust.
It doesn’t get past Spinner’s eyes, his mask not hiding the way they narrowed at Muscular in rage. Spinner’s scales itched at the way Muscular was looking at you.
“Hey asshole! You tryin’ to pick’a fight with me?” He’s crouched and ready to knock the shit out of Muscular, who also doesn’t back down, grinning.
“I don’t see how it’s your business kid.”
That was the wrong thing to say, especially because it was said in front of you. Spinner has no hard feelings towards Muscular normally, but the blatant disrespect for you and himself wasn’t going to slide.
“You’re wrong if you think I ain’t gonna kick your ass—”
“I’d like to see it! Show me some blood kid!”
“OUT!” Spinner and Muscular are gone in the blink of an eye. Kicked from the hideout to prevent any damage or drawn attention. Kurogiri briefly muttering lowly about immaturity and such, before moving back to his earlier position behind the bar. Shigaraki remained impassive, though mildly irritated. His red eyes looked at you, as if you intentionally caused this mess.
You rolled your eyes, shrugging as if it couldn’t be helped, but you were inwardly concerned for Spinner.
Your worries were for naught. He was back in less than an hour, drenched and complaining about a fountain which was his landing spot. Muscular did not return, but you couldn’t help the smile of gratitude you sent Spinner’s way. If the the masked villain could blush, he would’ve, but it wasn’t hard to tell he was flustered by the way he slightly panicked under your stare. It only made your smile grow founder, his antics cute despite the rough attitude he adopted.
You corner him later in the evening before he leaves for the night, blocking his path in the empty hallway with arms spread… because he has escaped before by sliding past you. You wouldn’t be shocked if he pulled more moves out of his pocket to evade you, but thankfully he’s too shocked by the encounter to properly dodge your attack.
He’s pinned now, to the wall, your arms on either side of him. A full kabedon.
“W-what are you playin’ at?!” He looks mildly horrified, eyes visibly wider as he so gently goes to move you back, hands appropriately on your shoulders. You don’t budge, because he’s using enough force to push a feather and it’s not hardly enough to constitute him wanting away from you. In fact, inwardly he’s melting, because you’re so willingly close to him right now. He’s not sure if you’re here to threaten him though, because he did butt into your business which you could’ve handled on your own. He didn’t think you were weak by any means! Nor was he trying to say with his actions you couldn’t do an even better job of kicking Muscular’s ass than him! Because you could!
He can’t sweat, but if he could, he’d be even more drenched than he was by the fountain. Nervous and awaiting your berating of his actions.
It doesn’t come.
Instead, Spinner is shocked senseless by something soft pressing against him, and so warm too. You. You were pressing up against him, and he was ready to shake right out of his skin! His brain short circuits, unable to lift a single claw to stop your soft lips from pressing against the side of his face, a cheek kiss!
“Thanks, but next time let me get in trouble, we gotta split it up evenly ya know?” Your sweet giggle and scent already had him in heaven, but your reasoning to split up the trouble was even more heart melting. Like partners in crime?!
His imagination is left to run wild, his body still frozen in place against the wall even as you leave.
Did the kiss mean you like him too or…?
#Mama Yan’s Baked Goods#bnha#mha#dabi#tomura#spinner#sfw#drabble#request fulfilled#touya todoroki#tomura shiragaki#tomura shigaraki x reader#dabi x reader#spinner x reader#muscular is canon fodder for this#x reader#reader insert
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Alright, I’m bored again so I’m going to rank all of the arcs from best to worst:
Great:
1. Hero Killer Arc: This arc and number 2 on this list proves that MHA had such potential. Watching Izuku grow and his efforts/impact on other people being acknowledged was great to see. We’ve got fantastic growth for the three main characters and a very good antagonist(despite some issues I have with Stain’s goal). Best of all, no Katsuki.
2. Shie Hissaki Arc: another great arc with a lot of great fights and characters. Watching Izuku vs Overhaul was thrilling and being introduced to The Big 3 and some cool pro heroes was a treat. There are some issues I have with this arc, such as how Overhaul’s motivations suck (he sees quirks as cooties when he literally has the best quirk in Japan) and that some characters could’ve been developed more (I would’ve loved to see more from the Eight Bullets and Nejire), but it was overall a good experience. And again, no Katsuki.
3. USJ Arc: Other than Katsuki’s dumbass endangering everyone and not getting called out for it, I had a blast with this arc. Solid character interactions all around and a fantastic fight to end it all off.
4. U.A Festival Arc: Gentle was a breath of fresh air in terms of villains and I really enjoyed his fight with Izuku. This would’ve been number 3 if not for the fact Izuku gets yelled at for doing his job and Katsuki gets another point added to him being a Gary Stu by revealing yet another talent he has that he shouldn’t.
Good:
5. Entrance Exam Arc: It was a solid setup for getting to know Izuku, All Might, and the world of MHA. It was one of the few times that the narrative wasn’t sucking on Katsuki’s dick too.
6. Forest Training Arc: The final arc that I’d consider good. We’ve got some solid moments here. Fumikage going berserk, Mezou carrying everyone to safety being introduced to the main LoV members, Izuku vs Muscular, and the character of Kota were nice additions to the series. We even got to see some of 1-B, even if it wasn’t much.
Alright:
7: Meta Liberation Arc: Now we’re in the area where these arcs aren’t bad, but they clearly exist just to set things up. This is an arc that would’ve been fantastic if it wasn’t for the fact it led nowhere. Yes, a good chunk of the LoV received fantastic development but the MLA were so lame, and by that, I mean they’re introduced here only to serve as canon fodder in the next arc.
8. Pro Hero Arc: I don’t really have any complaints about this arc nor do I have anything to say outside the fact Endeavor’s fight with the High End was pretty neat.
9. Hideout Raid Arc: only reason this isn’t in the “good” or “great “ category is cause it was centered around Katsuki. All Might vs AFO was a fantastic conclusion to the first saga of MHA and I liked seeing the rescue squad in action… even though Katsuki made it a pain to be rescued.
10. U.A traitor Arc: I don’t really care about this arc for two reasons, one is that the foreshadowing leading up to this moment sucked and that we never really got to spend enough time with Yuuga to care much about the reveal.
Bad:
11. Endeavor Agency Arc: Now we’re at the part where I dislike all of these arcs. This is an arc that Katsuki ruins due to him being a shitty character. Him yelling at a trauma victim to stop talking about her trauma in her own damn house was obnoxious. Katsuki didn’t need to be in this arc whatsoever. Remove him and this arc would’ve had a much higher rating for actually tackling Endeavor’s character and relationship with his family in a solid manner.
12. Sports Festival Arc: The Sports Festival Arc would’ve been fantastic it is weren’t for certain points. First off, this is where the Katsuki dick sucking really began. Shota acts like a mouthpiece for Katsuki even though the people booing him were right in the fact that he could’ve ended the fight easily. He also wasn’t taking Ochako seriously at all, literally announcing “it’s time to get serious” once her strat failed. He should’ve lost against Shoto too seeing as Shoto’s ice is a direct counter to his quirk. Finally, Katsuki had no right listening in on Shoto and Izuku’s conversation and demanding anything from Shoto, a point that’s never addressed. Secondly, all the Gen Ed kids were assholes for no reason. Who in their right mind sees 1-A going through a traumatic experience as them seeing themselves better than everyone else? Yeah, Katsuki gave off a bad impression but he’s just one guy. Finally, this was the arc that introduced Hitoshi, a failed attempt by Hori at tackling the idea of prejudice. Instead of someone bitter at the world for being screwed by society, we got an entitled bitch.
13. Remedial Course Arc: as much as I love Gang Orca, this arc served no purpose. Katsuki gives off a line that feels undeserved seeing as he’d go off undermining people afterwards but this arc’s biggest flaw was that it really didn’t have to exist.
Crap:
14. Battle Trial Arc: Now we’re in the really bad arcs. The Battle Trial Arc is once again ruined by Katsuki. Despite being told by All Might not to fire that explosion, he still does. Yes, he aimed it in a way that it wouldn’t kill Izuku, but the fact that All Might was worried that it could’ve killed Izuku meant that firing that thing in a narrow hallway could’ve seriously injured him. Katsuki suddenly switching up his fighting style despite having no formal training’s the first instance of his plot armor showing up, with the second being that he wasn’t disqualified. Katsuki being afraid of 1-A’s potential went nowhere cause he ended up winning the Sports Festival and would undermine 1-A constantly. Finally, Izuku telling Katsuki about his “borrowed power” was dumb. Everything else was fine though, but not enough to make up for Katsuki’s flaws.
15. Paranormal Liberation Arc: Would’ve been much higher but there are several glaring flaws. Izuku defending Endeavor’s character was one of those moments where I audibly groaned. Katsuki’s plot armor kicks it up into turbo gear by having him have a quirk awakening, surviving an attack that should’ve destroyed his stomach with zero consequences, and giving him an unearned “my body moved on its own” moment.
16. Quirk Apprehension Exam: This arc introduces Shota… and makes all of his flaws known to the audience. I have several posts going over why he sucks and this is the episode that shows it all off. Only thing keeping this from being ranked lower is cause we were also introduced to 1-A.
Shit:
17. Star and Stripe Arc: We’re close to the bottom of the barrel now. Hori introduces a character he never foreshadowed once despite Star and Stripe being the top pro hero of another country and immediately kills her. It does nothing to the plot either. “Oh but it nerfed Tomura” that’s what Hori tells us. Do we actually see what quirks Tomura lost? In fact, after this, his quirk evolves to counter Eraserhead’s. At best all this arc did was stall for time.
18. Dark Hero Arc: what a waste of potential. This would’ve been ranked lower if it wasn’t for Ochako’s speech, Izuku vs Muscular 2, and Izuku helping that fox lady. What makes it shit though? First off, Izuku suddenly unlocks the rest of his quirks. Secondly, 1-A thinks that the best way to get Izuku back is to show up, beat him up, and then kidnap him back to U.A. Third, the pros were offering Izuku no support. He was hungry, tired, and dirty, yet not once did any of them think “hey, if we’re using him as bait to draw AFO out, maybe we should keep him healthy so he can help us once we ambush AFO”. Fourth, Katsuki’s role in this arc. He demeans Izuku in front of his friends, daring to compare Izuku’s desire to protect everyone to him having an ego, and then gives an absolutely poorly timed and terrible apology. God this arc sucks.
19. Joint Training Arc: Oh look, another Katsuki dick sucking session. Sorry, but 1-B does not redeem how awful this arc is. Katsuki’s praised to the moon and back, insults his classmates and the former OFA users with no repercussions, and earns yet another victory. “But he saved Kyouka” but not out of being a good person. He only wanted the victory. Maybe this could’ve been a good step if Katsuki’s arc wasn’t Hori’s attempt at speedrunning a character arc. Yui getting beat by Ochako so effortlessly will forever bother me as one of Yui’s 5 fans (this girl has a 5/6 A+ skill stat, which is higher than Ochako’s). Also, Hitoshi’s here, but he’s actually tolerable here so I’m not going to rant about him.
Super Shit:
20. Provisional License Arc: This is going to be a short write cause there’s not much to be said. It’s yet another Katsuki dick sucking session where the narrative wanks him off. Then there’s Kacchan vs Deku 2, which if you’ve read any of my blogs, you know that this was once my least favorite moment of the series. If you wanna know why this moment was so crap, I have dozens of posts about why it does. And yes, I said it was once my least favorite moment. What’s to come somehow managed to beat it in terms of sheer crap.
I can’t think of any singular phrase to describe how terrible this arc is:
21. Final War Arc: How ironic that the end of the series is also at the end of this list. Where do I even begin? Well, there’s Miruko being the subject of someone’s gore fetish for the third time, AFO overstaying his welcome, Izuku hardly even doing anything, Tomura getting BS power ups up the wazoo, AFO and Izuku never meeting, the mutant portion being handled poorly, Dabi somehow gaining a power up that ultimately served no purpose, and Ochako and Himiko’s portion also being wrapped up poorly. However, what really makes this arc the bottom of the barrel is the dick sucking. Somehow, Katsuki’s able to last the longest against Tomura. Somehow Katsuki manages to score a hit just because he scared Tomura. Somehow Katsuki managed to survive having his heart, arm, and chest blown out via amateur surgery with absolutely no injuries despite being dead for like 5 min without a damn heart and heart surgery not being an answer for a broken arm. And finally, Katsuki gets yet another quirk power up and is now able to compete with AFO. This is THE arc where it’s clear Hori wanted Katsuki to be the protagonist and god damn I will argue that The Room and My Immortal is better than this clusterfuck of an arc.
#bnha critical#mha critical#anti bakugo#anti bakugou#anti katsuki bakugou#anti bakugou katsuki#anti bakugo katsuki#anti eraserhead#anti aizawa#anti shinso hitoshi#anti hitoshi shinso#eraserhead critical
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Baby krs being mean to his hyung-!!
‘…Team leader, you wanted to be an actor?’
‘Is it hard to believe? I’ll be honest with you. My dream was to be an actor for an action movie. Doesn’t that sound cool?’
‘Action movie actors are cool, but you aren’t cool at all, team leader.’
‘Ha! What an honest little punk.’
Little punk Little punk Little punk Little punk Little punk Little punk Little punk-
He was thinking that team leader Lee Soo Hyuk would have been quite successful as an action movie actor. He had a muscular body and his face was perfect for the main character of a thriller or an action movie with a mysterious past.
Of course, Kim Rok Soo didn’t say such praise out loud.
‘Well, the subordinate of the evil villain would have been a perfect role for you.’
ROK SOO YOU BRAT LMAO. Look at him simping for his hyung internally so bad. He goes on and describes how lsh is perfect as the protagonist and then probably realized that his thoughts were going in the wrong direction and promptly ended up telling his certainly "cool" team leader nim that his face fits a canon fodder's more.
‘Aigoo, is that so?’
THAT IS SUCH A HYUNG THING TO SAY. LSH IS SO USED TO KRS'S BULLSHIT AND ISN'T EVEN BOTHERED BY IT ANYMORE. He probably just sighs affectionately and ruffles krs's hair knowing that his dongsaeng would end up grumbling in annoyance again.
Krs refuses to call his hyung the main character because he knows Lsh became his protagonist the moment he wormed his way into krs's dull, sad life and turned it into so much more. And admitting it to the man, even as a joke, how he was at the center of his life rankled krs so much that he retreated back to making fun of his hyung just like how normal dongsaengs do.
#Why am I hitting myself with the feels#lout of the count’s family#trash of the count's family#lout of count’s family
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Part 1 - Forsaken
A Till Death AU
I have no explanation for this. I don’t know what’s different from my usual daydreams, but this one has been haunting me for a few weeks, and I had to get it out. Parts of it can serve as nightmare fodder for either of them in canon.
Major spoilers for Till Death in this thing, obviously. Three parts, 2,5-3k words each. Content warning: It’s fucking cold.
Find Till Death here: Ebook | WIP Intro
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
This is basically “What if Clayton had never found Eilis?” — AU. After the end of part 1, Finnian spent summer and fall on his own, and now it’s winter, and he is running into Trouble with a capital T.
Finnian sat in a corner of the common room, cradling a cup of water while the smell of hearty stews and roasts made his mouth water and his stomach cramp. Having to pay rent for the thinnest mattress in the coldest corner of the cheapest room, he could only afford one meal every other day. Well, technically not even that, but any less, and his miserable body threatened to fail him completely. He needed it in something at least resembling a working order if he wanted to stand a chance, though by now, no one even paid him to chop firewood anymore with how long it took him.
It was barely the height of winter, and he had no idea how he was going to make it. If he was going to make it. Chances looked grimmer by the day. If he was lucky. If it started to thaw earlier than usual. If he found some scraps to eat, because at this rate, he was going to run out of money long before he was going to run out of winter.
“Week’s up. Time to pay.”
Ignoring the gleeful snickering a few tables down, Finnian raised his head to find the innkeeper looming over him. Whatever the man’s problem was, Finnian wished he had chosen another village to spend the winter. It was too late for that now; snow had long blanketed the world in white, making it far too risky to undertake the journey to a place that might as well turn out worse.
He downed his water and left the borrowed cup on the table, propping himself up with trembling hands. They always trembled these days, be it from cold, pain, or exhaustion. Leaning heavily on his cane, he hobbled into the room he shared with two other patrons—one sleezy guy who spent his days drinking at the inn, and one silent, muscular fellow who left at dawn to do gods-know-what.
Perhaps the innkeeper was disgruntled he couldn’t rent Finnian’s spot to a better patron; one who would spend more money, purchasing regular meals and indulging in alcohol and the occasional entertainment. Not that there was any shortage of clumpy mattresses filled with crushed straw and probably infested with vermin. Three were still free in this room alone.
With a sigh, Finnian sank down on his cot, wondering if it would be worth it to get up again later. Probably not. Leaning forward so he could fish blindly for his pack, a wave of dizziness came over him. He squeezed his eyes shut as he slowly dragged his backpack up to his lap. He would just sleep and hope that next day’s stew would actually contain some meat instead of bones alone.
Opening the tied strings of his backpack took way too long. Had he not been careful enough, despite knowing so well how much of a pain it was for his useless hands to detangle any knots he left behind? The innkeeper made an impatient noise, but it wasn’t like Finnian had chosen for his fucking hands to be this fucking useless.
Finally, the backpack opened. There wasn’t much left inside. A second threadbare shirt and some stockings. A glass bottle, half filled with pills he had begun to ration weeks ago. His waterskin. Empty bags and pouches, as well as his knife and the tools he needed for laying traps and gathering herbs.
And no purse.
Finnian’s heart hammered in his chest as he went through his belongings a second time, then dumped the contents of the bag on his mattress. There wasn’t enough room for even a single coin to hide, but he lifted every object twice. No purse.
“Someone stole my money,” he said, his voice flat, barely above a whisper.
The innkeeper huffed, hardly impressed.
“Can you prove that?”
“Can I…?” Finnian slammed down the empty pack. “It’s gone.”
“Can you prove that you had it in the first place? Or that you’re not hiding it somewhere, trying to weasel out of paying?”
As Finnian’s mouth gaped at the baseless accusation, someone chuckled at the far end of the room. His head shot up, his good eye focusing on the drunkard he shared his room with.
“You.” He grabbed his cane and pulled himself to his feet, hobbling across the room so fast every step sent a little pinprick of pain up his leg. “You took it.”
“Don ‘now whatcha talking ‘bout.”
Finnian pushed out his chest, trying to appear threatening—which failed pitifully, considering he was a head shorter than the other man, and probably half his weight. He took one more step forward, his hand holding the cane in a white-knuckled grip.
“Give it back,” he demanded. His voice was steady, but it was more due to his desperation than to courage. “I need—”
With a laugh, the drunkard kicked at his cane and shoved him backwards. Finnian tried to catch himself, but his mistreated leg didn’t want to hold his weight. Arms flailing, he crashed to the ground and slammed the side of his head against a bedpost with a sickening crack that echoed down his spine.
“You have one hour to pack,” the innkeeper said. “Then you’re gone.”
Both of them turned their backs on him, leaving him splayed on the ground as they joined the other patrons in the common room. The ceiling above him wavered in blurry streaks, tears threatening to spill over. His hands slid uselessly over the floor, as did his feet, but at least he could move them, despite the pain in his neck. Blood ran down his temple and into his ear, soaking his hair, but he didn’t have the strength to wipe it away.
Finnian started to shake, the realization of what had happened—of what he had lost—slowly setting in. He pushed against it, trying not to think about the cold, and the snow, and the hunger as he closed his eyes and waited for his magic to fix the damage.
It didn’t take him an hour to pack—he had nothing left to pack. But it did take him almost that long to get back to his feet, and for his head to stop spinning. He wiped at his face, only smearing blood all over it, but it was the side with his bad eye, so it didn’t matter.
With choppy motions, he shoved his belongings into the backpack, the crumpled, thin blanket last. The better one, he had sold weeks ago, figuring that he needed every single coin to make it through the winter. Coins that were gone now, leaving him with nothing: no hope, no warmth, no comfort, not even a trinket to keep the memory of her kindness alive.
Vowing not to cry while walking through the common room, Finnian gritted his teeth. He didn’t look at anyone as he left. Not at the innkeeper, who blissfully kept his fucking mouth shut for once. Not at the drunkard, who jeered after him, wishing him a nice journey. Not at any of the other patrons, none of which so much as looked up from their mugs and bowls and games of chance.
The door fell closed behind him, and the smell of old grease and stale ale was replaced with air so crisp and cold, it didn’t smell like anything at all, but burned in his airways and made his eyes water. Gods, it was freezing.
With heavy steps, he went to the well. He needed water, and that was the only thing no one in this godsforsaken village could deny him. Pulling up the bucket was a struggle. His hands, cold as they were, started to bleed as the rope slipped through his fingers, and the blood left stains on the battered leather of his waterskin.
Perhaps he should just drop over the edge. End his miserable existence and let his rotting body poison those who had shown him no scrap of sympathy. Staring into the dark abyss, he tried to imagine the fall, wondering where this way to die would sit between all the others he had dodged so far. But when he loosened his grip on the stones, it was only to raise his hand to his chest, where he knew the little bell was, even if he couldn’t feel it through the layers of clothes.
He didn’t want to die.
Perhaps she would—
No. He couldn’t. He was useless. A burden. He had hurt her enough with his unwarranted anger. And if, despite all that, she agreed to help him, he would take from her meager resources, make life harder for her. She deserved so much better.
And yet. He pressed on his chest until the bell dug into his sternum, thinking of her warm golden eyes, always so sad when she had seen his pain. If she ever learned that he had died and she might have been able to save him, she would take it hard, there was no doubt about that.
It was this thought that allowed him to actually consider it. There really was no other way. He had nothing but the clothes on his back, and she was the only person who had ever cared about him since—
Not willing to wallow on how even his own family would just let him die, Finnian jerked his backpack off the edge of the well and flung it over his shoulder. He didn’t look back as he started to walk, not at all certain whether he would even make it. The sky was overcast, an endless whitish-gray plane above, not allowing him to see the position of the sun. It must be around mid-morning. He had plenty of time, but he also had plenty of pain and exhaustion, and night arrived early these days.
Not that it mattered. He was going to die here, or he was going to die in the forest. In any case, he could only hope the cold would finish him off before the first scavengers found him. Perhaps the well wasn’t the worst option after all, but the small spark of hope in his chest—of at least seeing her once more before the end—led him out of the village and onto the path between the trees.
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Eilis stirred the pot, watching the milky mass inside slowly turn creamy. The bag of semolina she had bought in fall was so big it allowed her to eat nothing else until spring and still have some left over. As it looked now, she might just end up doing that, using up the day’s milk without bothering to churn butter or press cheese.
The days were all the same. Long, and cold, and dark, and lonely. Getting up before dawn, because dawn came so late this time of year. Rekindling the fire and making her way to the shed, through freshly fallen snow, if she was unlucky. Forcing herself to eat and chop some wood, huddling in front of the fireplace for the long hours of the day, and the even longer hours of the night, before eventually falling asleep too late and for too little time.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like her routine. She had worked hard to afford a comfortable winter, and the fact that her animals needed her gave her something to hold onto, to get up and moving even on the darkest days. This quiet life in her peaceful hut was certainly the best she’d ever had. It was just that something was missing.
Someone.
Her gaze wandered to the window, even though the thin hide spanned in the opening made it impossible to see anything outside. It flapped ever so slightly, straining against the leather bands holding it in place. The wind must have picked up. It seemed like she had been right, and a storm was coming.
With her bowl in hand, she retreated in front of the fireplace, shoving bags of fibers and spun yarn aside to free enough space so she could sit down cross-legged. The porridge tasted the same as it ever did, with a spoonful of rosehip jam to sweeten it, and the fire crackled and flickered as it always did, and her gaze kept wandering back to the window as it always did.
She wondered if he was also sitting at a fireplace now, warming his aching bones and longing for winter to be over. If he had found a place to belong, a way to make a living. He must be a herbalist or healer of some kind. Those were always welcome; weren’t they?
It was the alternative she didn’t want to think about. They had never talked about his life before she had found him, but it couldn’t have been great. No one with a great life ended up beaten half to death and left to die in the forest like that. She had wanted to find a way to ask him—ask him whether he would want to stay—and it had never come to that.
Perhaps if he hadn’t scared her that much. If she hadn’t overreacted. If she had taken a few days to calm down instead of sending him away. Physically, he was no threat for her. But then, it wasn’t him she had been scared of, not really. She had been scared of all his questions stood for. Of what it meant to allow him into her life. Of turning him into a target if she was ever found.
She was better off alone. If she only told it herself often enough, her heart might one day accept it as her mind had, and the empty space he had left behind might be filled with something that wasn’t the longing to hear his voice or the chiming of the bells.
Her bowl was empty, and the wind had begun to whistle around the edges of the hut, so she sighed and got up. She had to close the shutters and make sure the animals were safe in the shed before the storm hit, instead of wallowing in what could have been.
With a woolen shawl pulled close around her shoulders, she stepped outside. The wind pulled strands out of her braid, whipping them into her face, while the snowflakes turned into little spikes of cold, prickling on her skin. It was no weather to be outside. Still, her gaze wandered to the edge of the forest, barely visible behind the flurry of snow. Nothing moved. Every creature would long have found shelter, and she should do the same.
As if agreeing with her, the wind pushed her against the wall as she struggled to make her way to the shed. She grabbed her shawl tighter to keep it from flying away, each breath ripped from her lips before she could even see it fog in front of her face.
Wherever he was, she could only hope he was safe.
#my writing#whump#fantasy whump#wip: till death#me: I don't write AUs#my brain: like fuck you won't#hey does it still count as fanfic if I wrote the book
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Rating men of Villedor🔥 on their ✨Submissive and Breedable meter✨
Aitor:
Starting with the canon DILF. The true unproblematic man out of the other trail mix of a cast (fruity and nuts). Toned body, divorcee rizz, beautiful cut, 30 years in the closet still no drip (get back in there!!!). Only downside well unfortunately he’s British. (cr: from twitter)
Submissive: 2/5 (his boots are made for walking) Breedable: 3/5 (averagely manly, muscular body, not macho)
Barney:
Extremely closeted homosexual, lost an online argument by saying gay men “makes him fucking vomit” and got a reply that says “then loosen your throat” and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. That was three years ago, insists “$20 is $20” but anything for a bottle of eyeliner.
Submissive: 0/5 (Very defensive about it)Breedable: 1/5 (sex appeal of a twig)
Juan:
Our beloved bimbo. Listens to WAP and Ayesha Erotica while blowing a PK. Regina Jorge. Puss in glitterboots. True neutral switch. His body, just like him, swung both ways on the noose, true legend in bed AND in death.
Submissive: 4/5 (scored 100% on an online bdsm test) Breedable: 2/5 (stinky rat man)
Vinny:
Canon Twink supreme. Techland redefined fucktoy with his tsundere attitude and sass. The closets equivalent of him would be blonde pushover anime girl that gets rejected at the end of the romcom.
Submissive: 5/5 (definite femboy fodder) Breedable: 3/5 (far too flat)
Hakon:
The holy grail of a manwhore, discord kitten, Villedor’s favorite princess, runs an only fan account of the post apocalyptic world. Got pinned under some guy during a fistfight once and started meowing. Pathetic kitty man.
Submissive: 4/5 (rawed by life so hard that he started enjoying it) Breedable: 5/5 (French bussy unreal)
#dying light#dying light 2#dying light hakon#juan rainer#dying light aitor#dying light Barney#dying light Vinny#woke up from a cold sweat to write this#thank you everyone
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This synopsis is still under construction, so for now it's trash. 🙅. Any and all feedback is welcome. Thank you.
The story begins with one man’s greed that caused the downfall of billions.
Many years ago a poisonous fog swept Vathilia, changing humanity forever.
You have transmigrated into a badly written palace-intrigue novel as a brain-dead canon fodder whose only purpose is to be one of the story’s stepping stones. It no longer just became a story, the people are not just fictional characters, the choices you will make will have consequences—this has become your life. Will you follow the plot or will you stray from it?
What happens, when everything you thought you knew, is shrouded in darkness and deceit?
Vathilia
Aflistan
Northern Kingdom ruled by Cadmus Glaurung. This country houses the largest population in Vathilia, which amounts to 2.5 billion people. Aflistan is known for its herbalism, ice sculpting and alchemy.
Nasmar
Southern Kingdom, ruled by the Montholon family. This country is the second largest population in Vathilia, which amounts to 1.5 billion people. Nasmar is known for its medical knowledge, strategic planning and Academic research/knowledge.
Glaulund
Is a fairly small country, which houses 40.5 million people. This country is situated on the Eastern side of Vathilia. Glaulund is known for its mineral, and weaponsmith.
Ustrus
This country is situated on the Western side of Vathilia. Ustrus houses a population of 200.5 million people. This country is known for its outstanding wine brewing and engineering. Utrus exports the most cutting edge vehicles/technologies.
Romanceable Npcs
Cadmus Glaurung | Male | Monarch Of Aflistan | Age: Unknown
Abilities: Crystallization
Description:
6"8 with an herculan built. He has piercing vermillion eyes, with skin as pale as death. Long flowing lustrous white as snow hair, which always hang down loosely on his shoulder.
Cadmus wears a Gem inline mask, that covers three quater of his face.
Trysten/Trista Montholon | Gender Selectable | Crown Prince/Princess | Age: 140-150
Ablities: Fusion/Absorption
Description:
6"0 with an athletic built. They have golden brown eyes, with flawless fair skin. Shoulder length silky-smooth blue hair that is always pulled back in a messy ponytail.
Nyssa/Nyala Valenzuela | Gender Selectable | Childhood Friend | Age: 140-150
Ablities: Nullification
Description:
5"8 with a slender built. They have almond shaped peach eyes, with unblemished procelain skin. Luminous shoulder length creamy hair. Their wings are the colors of the warmest sunset.
Atticus Levesque | Male | Instructor | Age: Unknown
Description:
6"5 with a muscular built. He has angelic light green eyes with flecks of gold. Glowing sun-kissed olive skin. Luscious silver waist length hair, that is always done in beautiful rope twists.
Atticus wears a mask that covers his entire face.
Ablities: Vitiation
Features
Customization of PC
Romance 1 of 4 ROs
Find out about your past, by collecting your soul shards/fragments.
Meet your CHEATS.
#Wip if#Tainted Souls: Fables & Myths - The Bonded Awkening#interactive if#reconstruction of synopsis#Vathilia#ROS description
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Fresh Ink Smudge (Attack on Titan x Reader)
Sasha confronts you about your deepest insecurity - maybe your greatest confidant had become your worse enemy
What does the team see in me, you wrote in your tattered journal, tossing a glance to the scouts passionately talking over the loud bustle of the mess hall. They were far too preoccupied with what they were doing to take notice of you distancing yourself.
Everyone here can prove their worth. Eren has proven to be invaluable with his titan shifting ability. Mikasa was a vessel of power, slicing down titans within a blink of an eye. Armin had shown he was more than a meek boy, displaying a knack for battle tactics few could comprehend. All of the 104th who joined the scouts could show their worth in one way or another. Hell, they were in the top 10 cadets, they didn't need much more proof than that. And me? I don't even know if I belong here.
You swallowed thickly, hoping it would rid you of your anxiety. If anything, it made it worse.
Why did I think I could do this? I'm just a nobody from nowhere. The missions I've been on have been a disaster. At the fall of Trost I froze, and nearly ended up being titan fodder if it hadn't been for Levi. In the expedition to re take Trost I ended up dislocating my shoulder an hour in and resting up in the medbay. Do I really have what it takes?
Your quill stopped on the page, the ink smudging slightly. Raising a delicate hand to your cheek, you realised a tear had fallen. Frantic, you scrubbed at your cheek, slamming your journal closed.
"Y/N?" Sasha yelled from the table across the room, beckoning you over with a wave. You shrugged her off, retreating from the mess hall and disappearing into the dorms.
Sasha frowned at your disappearing form, posing a question to the group. "Do you think Y/N is okay?"
"They might still be recovering from their injury." Armin suggested, having noted the way you favoured your left arm over your right.
A huge smile erupted on Eren's face. "I heard they took out twelve titans by themselves before getting hurt."
"That was my fault." Jean sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "If I had seen that titan in time Y/N wouldn't have had to push me out of the way."
"They're a great warrior." Eren noted, followed by the nodding of everyone else.
"I'm going to see if they're okay." Sasha pushed away from the table, leaving the mess hall and making her way to the dorms. She came to a halt as she reached the room, seeing you curled up on your bed, snoring softly.
Sasha smiled softly, pulling the blanket to better cover your resting body.
"Good night Y/N."
*
You were absolutely bricking it. Today was your first expedition beyond the walls and your body hadn't stopped shaking. You tried not to show it, gripping onto the horses reins so tightly that your fingers turned white.
Being at the very edge of the formation, you knew your job was to ensure the safety of everyone, and stop any titans making their way through. It was one of the most dangerous spots in the formation. You couldn't comprehend why they wanted you there - perhaps as bait? There was no other logical explanation to you.
The expedition was running smoothly as a whole. Few titans were spotted, easily disposed of. There weren't any abnormals in sight. Even with all of this, your heart was still racing. You focused on squeezing your thighs against the horse, keeping a keen eye on the horizon.
When the floor started shaking you thought little of it. Any titan could make the ground shake as they stumbled towards you.
But then you heard the screams.
You turned your head to the scene unfolding behind you. Your breath caught in your throat - all you saw was a sea of red. And the towering, muscular titan stomping towards you.
"Fuck," you swore, squeezing your thighs around the horse and begging it to go faster. Your hands fumbled with a canon, desperately searching for the purple smoke. Cans fell out to the floor, crushed beneath the titans feet.
Finally your shaking hands scrambled around the right colour canister, taking a few beats to be able to slot it in correctly. Without a moments hesitation you raises the canon and fired.
You threw the canon aside, pouring all of your energy into pushing the horse faster. Your hair whipped around you as you sped over the land, catching sight of a captain up ahead.
"Captain!" You screeched, forcing your horse to move faster. You could feel the horse get tired beneath your thighs but you didn't care - you had to let someone know. "Captain!"
The man turned around, eyes wide at the sight of you sprinting away from the strangest titan they've ever seen.
"Cadet - where's your squad?" The captain yelled over the wind.
"Dead." You paused, looking at the figure getting closer. "It killed them all."
"Move to the next squad and pass the message on. Don't stop until everyone knows."
"But what about you sir?"
Face grim, he slowed his horse down, gesturing to his squad. "We'll distract it."
You could sense he knew they were hopeless. He clearly knew they wouldn't survive, and so did his subordinates. Yet they were still willing to risk it all.
Taking a deep breath, you gave the captain a crisp salute. "Yes sir!"
You tried to block out their screams as you sprinted away, moving between squads to tell them what had happened. At first, none of them seemed to believe you, but taking a look at the shadows cast over your face silenced their doubts.
Your horse flew across the grounds as you finally came across Armin and Jean, panting as you told them what had happened. Unlike the others they didn't doubt you for a second, and when the female titan appeared, all you saw was the corpses of the people she slaughtered.
Armin and Jean were fighting between themselves, debating if they should fight it. You begged them not to, but they were too damn stubborn. So when the titan was reaching for Armin, everyone else collapses to the ground, you did the only thing you could do.
You charged at her, raising your blades high. You didn't manage to make contact with her skin as she batted you aside. You tumbled to the floor, stars flashing over your eyes as you lost consciousness, only hearing Armin screaming your name.
*
Thanks to you many lives that day were saved. You harboured the ghosts of your squad on your shoulders, questioning why you survived when so many didn't.
The day you woke up in the infirmary, you were alone. You waved off the nurses concerns as you shuffled out of bed, stumbling all the way back to your dorms. People rushed to your aid, checking constantly to see if you were okay.
It made you feel sick.
So many people died because of you and they were checking you were okay.
After that day you were quieter than usual. You often sat alone, scribbling frantically into your journal. It was hard to believe that you didn't tear the pages apart.
Your friends were growing increasingly worried. You had thrown yourself into training ten times harder than you used to, bruises flowering on your skin at a faster rate than you'd ever seen. You took more risks than you usually did, causing you too many trips to the infirmary.
You were trying to get stronger.
When you left the showers and saw your journal open on your bed did you truly break down. No tears had been shed until now. Sasha sat beside the book, looking at you with teary eyes.
"How can you see yourself like this?"
You brushed the tears from your cheeks, casting your eyes downward. You couldn't stand to face Sasha's slack jaw and her downturned brows. You definitely couldn't bring yourself to watch her eyes become more glazed, or the water gliding down her cheeks.
"Y/N... You are not the person you've written about."
A chord snapped within you. The tears dried, your lips started quivering not out of sadness, but a low, creeping anger. Blood boiled. How can she know who you are? Before you could control yourself, you were spitting venom from your lips.
"Stay the fuck away from my things."
You snatched up the journal, storming out of the room without hesitation. Sasha shouted your name at a closed door. You made no move to speak to her.
In the hallway Mikasa caught sight of you stomping down the hall. She started to smile, lifting a hand in greeting. You brushed her off, pushing your way outside. The evening sun blinded you as you rushed to leave the barracks, searching for a place where you could just sit in private and mull over your thoughts with a pen in your hand. The crisp autumn air purified you from inside out, raising the hairs on your arms.
A shiver ran through your body.
Maybe you should have picked up your cape before you left Sasha like that. You turned on your heel, preparing to retrace your steps. You froze.
Your words repeated in your head. You had said those things, to your friend. You had spoken pure poison to your friend because you were afraid that she had exposed your deepest insecurity. She looked so sad. And you made that worse.
Sighing deeply, you walked back outside. The cold air froze you to your core, your punishment for how you treated Sasha. You were determined to find a quiet corner and contemplate everything with your journal in your hand.
You easily found an empty bench in an alcove. Not wasting a moment you curled up, holding your journal to your chest. This journal had been your one saving grace, your anchor when you felt as if you were going to float away. It was a place to vent your feelings and release your anxieties.
Maybe it wasn't as safe as a place as you thought it was?
Hesitantly you opened up the frayed journal. The first entry was dated the day you started at the scouts. It was an amateur drawing of the view from the training camp; even with the unskilled sketches, you could still make out the cardboard cut outs of the titans hidden within the trees.
You smiled, flipping through the pages. Entries detailing how you met the 104th, the gruelling training and the bonding moments you shared over the measly meals of potatoes and burned bread. You felt the memories wash over you as you indulged in the pages, drinking in the words as if it was water and you were dying of thirst.
Then you stopped.
The date at the top of this page was the date of the fall of Wall Maria.
You gulped, taking a moment. Before you could chicken out you pushed on. The entry wasn't very detailed - there was no need to document it when the events were etched into your brain. From the shaky writing and brown spot stained on the page, you knew you wrote this as soon as you came back to the barracks.
I've never seen so much blood.
Your heart broke for your past self. Little did you know the trauma that was incoming.
After that entry, the drawings, the happy tales started to fade from the pages. They were replaced with thoughts of self doubt, longing, pain and hatred. You physically recoiled as you continued to read it, now fully understanding the horror on Sasha's face.
You couldn't remember writing any of this. It was as if once the words had been committed to paper, they were purged from your mind.
You couldn't do this anymore.
Teeth chattering, you stood up, joints protesting. Walking quickly you sneaked into your quarters, passing a sleeping Sasha. Trying to be as silent as possible, you found your quill and ink. Not wasting a moment, you wished to commit one positive thought to the journal, dedicating yourself to a mantra to push you forward.
The soldiers lost had tainted your body and soul. It had clouded your judgement, blinding you to the accomplishments you had made in your short time with the Scouts. Even surviving one mission after having only recently graduated was an achievement in itself, but you had survived three. You thought back to all of the lives you had saved. Jean (twice), Armin, all of the cadets on the mission where you encountered the female titan.
No, survivors guilt would no longer rule your life. With a renewed vigour you frantically scribbled the words on the page, uncaring to the ink smearing across the page. The words were almost illegible from how quickly they'd been scrawled; you could translate it. With a smile on your face, you looked down at your journal, letting the philosophy wash over you.
I am enough.
#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan fanfiction#attack on titan fanfic#attack on titan#aot x reader#aot fanfiction#aot fanfic
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Here’s a snippet from a monster! izuku fic that i started a while back for an event on the NWA discord server!! (i think it was the mc scene twist event)
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When Aizawa announced that the entire class of 1-A would be going to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint -USJ for short- everyone had been excited. Except for one Midoriya Izuku. Don’t get him wrong, he loved the idea of meeting the rescue hero Thirteen! (And of course All Might!) It’s just something about the whole situation made him fill with dread. He had hoped the feeling of apprehension would go away but as the days rolled closer and closer to the field trip it only intensified.
The USJ was huge and amazing and probably every other word that could possibly correlate to how insanely awesome it was but that wasn’t enough to take his mind off of the feelings that still sat in Izuku’s stomach like lead. There’s an itch in him that tells him to shift. To become large and terrifying. He ignores it in favor of trying to listen to Aizawa-Sensei and Thirteen because All Might isn’t here and that puts him on edge even more so. It doesn’t matter if All Might had already used up his three hours of his muscular form because All Might was still supposed to be here and Izuku couldn’t handle the strain of One for All well enough to use it to defend himself much less others.
Then all at once his senses are heightened and the hair on his neck is standing on the end. Green eyes tear away from the teachers in favor of waiting for whatever is coming. Mere seconds pass before a purple-black mist puffs into existence in the middle of the floor. No one else has noticed yet and Izuku can’t take his eyes off of it because the same itch that told him to shift is telling him to watch and wait for the prey to come to him.
It’s not much longer before other students and eventually the teachers realize what’s happening. Through it all though Midoriya doesn’t take his eyes off of the mist, of the several forms of different level villains most of which are probably just canon fodder, of the large black being that walks through the black void lasts. Izuku knows immediately: he’s supposed to kill it.
Shouting, “Stay back!” Aizawa runs into the fray attempting and for the most part succeeding in keeping the hoard of low level villains away from the students.
There’s so much commotion that Izuku hardly notices he’s been warped away into unknown territory until he’s suddenly free falling. Water Coming closer and closer. While the water itself isn’t the problem it’s the sharp rocks in it along with, most notably, the few villains with water related quirks.
He splashes into the water and almost immediately his lungs scream or air. In this form he can’t breathe underwater and he can’t risk shifting. Sure, if he shifts into his other form he’d have plenty of enough power to destroy the villains. But it’s the risk of being found out that scares him. If they find out what he is? Then, well, Deku can kiss his hero career goodbye because as he sees it only two possibilities exist. One being: The Hero Commission wants to use him as the ultimate killing machine while running test (like an experiment) or simply put, he’d be killed on the spot.
Asui flops down next to him, panting. Eventually it seems as if the frog like girl catches her breath, “They’re getting closer and if we allow that to happen the villains will cause the boat to sink fully.” Asui thinks hard and rests her chin in her hand. “We need a plan, kero.”
#bnha#mha#midoriya izuku#my hero academia#bokunoheroacademia#boku no hero academia#bnha fanfiction#mha fanfiction
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crime squad + bodycanons
akira: the man is well-fit, and we see that distinctly in canon. he has a solid upper body, with a muscular torso that speaks to a lot of time spent maintaining that physique. he’s been fighting since his teens and it shows throughout his core and upper arms. his back muscles are those of a god, and his legs are in fine shape as well. in any state of undress, he’s pretty easy fodder for ‘eating the eye candy’ and of my muses is the most attractive by mainstream standard.
hana: oh she’s a big girl. there is a lot to love in her apple body shape, with a generous waist and hip ratio especially. her limbs are full, but with an undercurrent of muscle that speaks to her history of martial arts training. just because she’s a plump woman doesn’t mean it’s purely fat, as there’s plenty of usable strength on her. her belly and tiddies are still soft, though, especially compared to the rest of her. this is a stout little lady who proves strength comes in a variety of shapes. she’s got a fair number of stretchmarks scattered about, as well as some freckling along her shoulders.
homare: contrary to his addictions, homare has a pretty standard dad bod. he’s a strong, swift guy, but he it’s all in a package that speaks more to usable, natural strength than whatever the aforementioned akira is doing to maintain his build. he’s heavier through his core especially, moreso as he ages. you might catch glimpses of the musculature underneath more through his legs than the any other area, as we see he’s put a lot of work into them in several of his special actions. having lived the life of a criminal, he’s got a lot of scars dotting his body, some worse than others -- worst of all are the scars from the shooting during y0 in aus where he survives. he’s also pretty hair through his chest.
shizuka: they pour a lot of spare time into maintaining an androgynous silhouette, which often appears gamine when paired with their gentle face. they have a pretty straight figure which they use to their advantage, and have a fair bit of legs. they keep their torso lean but fairly soft, demonstrating that they aren’t into the high-impact lifestyles of their peers in this post. their upper body is nobody’s business but whoever they’re taking to bed, and they tend to bind their chest to achieve a more traditionally masculine appearance that puts them better at ease. their long legs are slim and tight with how often they stay on their feet, toned from years of wearing high-end heels. they have delicate arms that are the bane of their existence, though they develop slightly over the years. they’re not in the peak of physical condition, but they like what they do have and reach a point by their 30s where they’re comfortable in their own skin, especially once they get inked up along their lower belly and groin.
yuko: she tends to fluctuate more than the others. her health having its meteoric highs and lows tends to leave her in freefall build wise, though she maintains a trim figure that swings from simply slight to being physically unwell. she’s a petite young woman who sometimes struggles with swelling of her limbs and other physical indicators of her heart taking a turn. her diminutive appearance speaks less to idealized girlishness and more the jut of certain bones at her worst. is the kind of woman that the obaa-chans at little mom and pop shops give seconds because she’s ‘too skinny.’ she’s got a pretty ashen pallor at certain points in the year, too. envies what other women have, and swears once she’s done with surgeries she’s gonna bulk up to the level of her brother. has a few surgical scars along her chest that she’s pretty ambivalent towards.
#illness //#body image //#dysphoria implied //#a lot of yuko's physicality taken from what i recall of a family member who struggled w heart disease#nishikihctba#hanahctba#homarehctba#i don't care and i won't change myself [SHIZUKA ; HEADCANON]#yukohctba
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I would like you hear your thoughts on this
Hey guys! I would like your opinion about this part of a story I'm writting.
Background: Earth gets invaded by aliens called The Covenant, who need canon fodder for a war they're waging against these other aliens from a planet called Krypton. Krypton sends an expeditionary force to relief Earth and helps the armies of Earth fight off The Covenant. This scene takes place in a forest in the Rockies between a squad of human soldiers and an officer of the Kryptonian Army placed with them as an atachée and I would like your opinion in General as well as this questions answered:
1) Is it too much exposition?
2) Does this fall on that trope where an alien is an enciclopedia of their species? It's supposed to feel like this talk about an historical era of the likes of The Reconstruction or The Crimean War (far off in history and learned in history class as common knowledge)
3) Can you tell Frank likes Kar?
4) Is the genetics theme a sensible topic that needs a warning?
The batallion started settling down for the night and the Kryptonians went around the camp, installing their shield pylons in that incomprehensible pattern that reminded Frank that humans were really dumb animals (or perhaps it was just him but he hadn't heard any of the guys having theories about how the pylons worked or the pattern that dictated where to put them to protect the batallion during the night from those pesky bird-looking snipers the Covenant had)
All he knew and cared about was that the Kryptonians knew what they were doing and since they arrived the fighting started to look a lot less like a slaughter and more like the messy skirmishes he knew by heart from his tours in Afghanistan and Irak.
Colonel En-Payg came to tell Frank and his guys it was safe to start fires and preparations to get a good night's rest before the raid on the battery fortifications tomorrow and it was Curtis (it was always him really) who started to bother the woman with his questions that rang a siren in Frank's head that kept repeating over and over "To her we're something ressembling talking baboons"
"Ma'am, how come y'all are that pretty?"
Frank chuckled lightly as he wondered how much Kar was going to struggle with human slang tonight, but the woman had asked to be let in to the particular speech patterns of the US.
"Excuse me, Sgt Holye?" She raised one of those refined white blonde eyebrows she had that seemed like sea foam on milk white skin
Micro tapped him in the arm to remind him not to just drop random questions that needed careful wording "Sgt Holye would like to know how is it possible that all the Kryptonians we've met are able to meet our criteria for aethethical beauty"
"Well, I have been made aware we meet them just now-" Kar bit on her lips in that way that seemed to be Kryptonian body language for 'That's an interesting question, let me think about it' and said the most hilarious shit Frank had heard since his ex had told him she was sorry for cuckholding him "And in the trust of us, I am actually not that much of a looker by my people's standards"
The roar of a laugh that came out of Frank made Kar pale even more than she already was and it didn't help that Micro, Russo and Curtis chuckled with him.
"Have I made a form of faux pass?" Kar genuily seemed to think that and Frank just shook his head side to side.
"No, ma'am. It's just we find it hard to believe. You're all god damn gorgeous. Starting by you and Captain El and Lt. Ers" Russo added and Frank just thought 'Keep trying, dude. She ain't gonna do it'
"Well, thank you Capt. Russo"
"Seriosuly ma'am-" Curtis spoke up and Frank was starting to consider just beating him up later so he would stop bothering the woman that kept them alive on a daily basis "Anyone who says you ain't a looker is lying through their teeth. When they made you, they broke the mold and it was a damn shame"
"Not so much as broke it. It was encrypted" Kar made the off handed remark not understanding it was just figurative speech and Micro's buld lit up so brightly that it seemed to Frank the sun was already out.
"So you are made?" Micro asked and Frank could already feel himself being sung to sleep by the sciency talk that was coming up.
"In a way. Surrogate wombs and genetic engineering have been a standard amongst my people for longer than your people have had the knowledge of fire"
"So, you've outsourced pregnancy? My ex will beg you to share that secret if she hears that" Frank joked
"Not so much outsourced it as it was necessary if there was to be a future for my especies"
"Why?-" Hoyle asked, Frank could tell he was just wondering outloud "A massive spike in infertility?"
"Religious zealots created a virus and spread it across the planet, using themselves as the spreading vector-" Kar rolled her eyes to the back of her head as if to recall something "Our population went from about 8 billion to 500 million"
To say Frank was stunned was an understatement
"Fuck-" he muttered "So you used tech to bring the population back to full numbers?"
"No. At first we used it to prolong our lifes and the life span went from 150 to 5,000 years but then we realized that entire decades were going by without births and quite a bit of deaths"
Frank didn't knew what to be more stunned by in that last piece of conversation: The fact these people hacked life spans, the fact that they weren't having kids even though they had all the time in the world for them or the fact that they were still dying.
"Decades?" Russo asked and Kar nodded
"Kryptonian pregnancy is a difficult time. We women become pretty much bedridden and hormonal after a while-" Frank wanted to add he knew after two kids that human women were just the same but didn't want to interrupt "And with the new life spans it became less and less of a priority and men...Well I believe you and our males aren't that different from what I've been told when it comes to children"
Russo chuckled "Love the baby making process, hate raising them"
"So what happened? Why did the death rates spiked?" Micro made little of the comment, Frank could tell his wish to know more was consuming him.
"Suicides. Life started to seem too long and boring. Instead of helping the population resurge, it kept dwindling. It got so bad there were as few as 10,000 Kryptonians in existance"
"And then?" Frank asked
"A-" Kar stopped for a moment, most likely to consider the most appropiate word in English "World Summit was held and it was decided that emergency surrogacy meassures were needed. The few Kryptonians that remainded were drafted into clan-like associations for the purpouse of raising children in a communal manner"
"How did genetic engineering got into the mix?" Hoyle asked because so far that hadn't been mentioned.
"Clan raised children became parents and they wanted the best children and surrogacy didn't ensured genetic perfection"
"Genetic perfection?" Frank knew Micro wasn't going to like where this could go.
"The Kryptonian equivalents of Down Sindrome, Klinefelter Sindrome and such others still ocurred and in this new society in which every child was expected to raise more and thus return the population numbers to pre-plague levels, they were pariahs"
"So you started genetic engineering to avoid genetic diseases"
"We erradicated them-" Kar seemed to have noticed Micro had gotten uncomfortable discussing genetic perfection and Frank wondered if she had reached the Holocaust part of her history book "Genetic Engineering opened a way to eradicate all the genetic flaws we had in our genomes: Cancer, tendecies towards vice, genetic diseases caused by flaws during DNA reproduction. All gone in a generation"
"You left it at that?" Micro pushed on for some reason, smelling something else in the subject.
"For a time. Later on it became a matter of public debate if further engineering was needed and whether or not personality traits should have been established pre-birth as well as if our genomes should have been subjected to enhancements"
"Enhancements?" Russo asked this time
"We didn't had the muscular strenght I have that allows me to rip open doors from their hinges-" Kar said with a smile on her face as if thinking 'Silly monkey' "That was added after a lenghty, 7,000 year debate"
Hoyle whistled in astonishment "And we thought Congress was bad"
"How did you decided what went and what didn't?" Micro started to press on his worries "How didn't you started saying a gene that made you look like this or that made you less?"
"For starters we never had such a deep division over skin tones as humans have-" Kar said gently but Frank could tell that was Kar's way of saying 'We aren't racist pieces of shit like some of you monkeys' "And actually that was why the debate lasted 7,000 years: A breeding law was established that set what genes stayed and which genes were removed from our genome as well as what could and couldn't be edited to suit parental preferences"
"Parental preferences?" Hoyle said "Like 'I want my kid to be tall, tanned and handsome' kinda deal"
"In a 'I want my child to have genius levels of intelect and the tendency to rebel of a turtle' kind of deal" Kar responded dryly, and Frank could swear she could see her yelling inside her head 'Fucking stupid monkey'
"So what can you pick?" Frank asked, wondering what he would've picked had for his kids had he had a choice.
"Eye and Hair color-" Kar recited rolling her eyes to the back of her head once more "Body build and certain tendencies in a limited manner to make the child naturally agreeable with parents"
"Agreeable?" Holye asked
"Kryptonians do not have parental instincts. We naturally had high natal rates as it was quite normal for 3 or 4 babies to be born by pregnancy until counterception was discovered. We can easily leave a child to die if we're annoyed by them and it was actually common in the pre-industrial era to kill them if they gave too much trouble. Genetic tendencies to make a child likeable are allowed: An engineer can have their child be born with an inherent skill at puzzle solving, artists tend to have their children be born with better motor skill development so that their children can start their path in arts as early as one yearof age"
"What did they chose for you, ma'am?" Russo asked and Frank noticed how Kar clenched her fists and bit down hard on her teeth as if saying 'How dare you ask me that, you damn dirty ape'
"For your knowledge, Lt. Russo, that is a very sensible question you can't just ask a Kryptonian. It is very private information generaly only discussed when you're considering having chidlren with your chosen partner-" Kar said and then added between teeth as and after thought "But in the sake of furthering your knowledge of my people, my parents chose a better memory than average for me so that I could join them as what you'd understand as lawyers"
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Could Durge’s Star Wars Return Lead to a Role in The Mandalorian or Book of Boba Fett?
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One of Star Wars’ most revered villains from its pre-Disney days of prequel-era stories is poised for a comeback. Durge, the fearsome bounty hunter best known from Genndy Tartakovsky’s 2003-2005 Star Wars: Clone Wars microseries, is set to make his Disney canon debut in the pages of Marvel’s Doctor Aphra #11. And with the upcoming arrival of Tartakovsky’s non-canon Clone Wars series on Disney+, it’s enough to make one speculate that bigger—live-action—plans might be in store for the character.
Durge was indeed immensely popular in the defunct Legends continuity of Star Wars in the early 2000s to the point that Matthew Stover’s 2005 novelization of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith makes direct reference to the character among other notable shout-outs to the events of Tartakovsky’s series. He was one of the most visible characters during Lucasfilm’s onslaught of merchandising during the mid-prequel era, and even inspired multiple action figures made in Hasbro’s sacred 3 ¾” action figure line. Indeed, Durge was kind of a big deal, which makes him the perfect character to manifest in glorious live-action form on either The Mandalorian or The Book of Boba Fett.
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It may seem surreal to see Durge back in action after the post-Disney deluge of live-action and animated Star Wars offerings, but he was a crucial Expanded Universe villain during the brief era between the release of 2002 Prequel Trilogy middle act Attack of the Clones and 2005 closer Revenge of the Sith. Besides episodes showcasing the superlative abilities of the various Jedi we saw in the films, season 1 of the microseries also popularized Durge and fellow villain Asajj Ventress. However, while the latter—Count Dooku’s apprentice—became a prominent presence in the subsequent canonical The Clone Wars series, Durge got left behind.
Interestingly, Durge first entered the Expanded Universe when he—along with Ventress—graced the cover of Dark Horse Comics’ Star Wars: Republic #52, which was published on April 9, 2003, seven whole months before his debut in the fourth episode of Clone Wars aired on Cartoon Network. The guns-and-gadgets-toting, jet-pack-carrying bounty hunter character may look like a humanoid when covered head-to-toe in his intimidating grey armor, but he’s actually a 2000-year-old Gen’Dai, an invertebrate alien species that resembles exposed muscular and vascular tissue. He’s notably blessed with the formidable ability to manipulate his body to do just about anything, and can regenerate from any form of physical injury (even being blown to bits), save for being vaporized, which was a fate delivered to him in now-non-canon comic Obsession by Anakin, who had to force-push him into a star to get the job done.
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Durge’s motivation in the initial lore was a deep hatred—fueled over a millennium—for the Mandalorian race, attributed to (as we’d later learn) his capture during the New Sith Wars, a galactic conflict from over a thousand years ago that saw the Jedi and Mandalorians fight against the Sith. Serving as a warrior for the Sith, he was captured and tortured by the Mandalorians, an ordeal that left the Gen’Dai so ravaged it took nearly a century to reconstitute his body, leaving him permanently insane. However, with the population of the Mandalorians having been practically wiped out by the time of the Clone Wars, Durge became drawn to the idea of taking his bitterness out on the closest available thing: the Republic’s Grand Army, which, of course, consisted of clones of Mandalorian Jango Fett. Thus, he took up a contract with Separatist leader and Sith Lord Count Dooku to do just that, and, as famously seen in his Clone Wars episodes, led the Separatist forces in the Battle of Muunilinst, notably in an assault on speeder bikes, after which his odd arsenal and regenerative abilities gave Jedi general Obi-Wan Kenobi an infamously frustrating fight.
So, where would a forgotten early-2000s Legends lore relic like Durge fit in the modern era? After all, A LOT has happened since he last manifested, with the subsequent The Clone Wars series trampling over everything that happened in Tartakovsky’s series. However, with Tartakovsky’s Clone Wars poised for streaming consumption for an entirely new generation of fans on Disney+, the series—and the undeniable badassery of Durge—might not be left forgotten for much longer. Thus, the answer to the initial question is actually quite obvious: Durge can fit anywhere he chooses.
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Durge’s canon debut in Doctor Aphra #11 is rife with unknown variables, including whether this version of the character even fought in the Clone Wars, but that is not to say that the crucial elements of his classic backstory won’t still manifest in some way—he still has to be a bounty hunter, he still has to be a freaky regenerative alien hermit crab, and he most definitely still has to hate Mandalorians. There lies the potential crucial link for Durge in the Disney+ live-action world, which, of course, is rife with Mandalorians. While the task of translating all the weird abilities Durge displayed on the Tartakovsky series would be intimidatingly exorbitant, it could nevertheless become intriguing fodder for a phenomenal climactic onscreen battle—be it against Din Djarin or Boba Fett.
A Durge appearance on The Mandalorian would certainly represent a radical departure from the show’s initial arc, which seemingly came to an end in season 2 when Luke Skywalker arrived to take custody of Baby Yoda. While Din will inevitably reunite with the Force-powered green tyke at some point, the teased arc for season 3 seems to center on his accidental ascension to Mandalorian leadership after wresting the sacred Darksaber from Moff Gideon. While that scenario presents potential problems, since Bo-Katan Kryze initially coveted the Darksaber (and can only legally attain it by taking it from Din in combat), one would think that Din being leader (even temporarily) of a resurgent Mandalorian people would also make him a prime target for a mind-warped, vengeance-seeking Durge.
On another note, Boba Fett’s teased new status as de facto king of the Outer Rim criminal underworld could also attract Durge’s attention, facilitating a similarly-motivated conflict with the eponymous cloned Mandalorian on The Book of Boba Fett. However, this scenario is far more speculative since we still don’t have official details on the show’s plot. Moreover, if that show ends up focusing on the galaxy’s seedier, “scum and villainy” side (which was how The Mandalorian started), then a villain as fantastical as Durge might not be the right thematic fit, at least initially.
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For now, fans (who don’t want to track down the DVDs) can get their fill of Durge’s classic exploits when Star Wars: Clone Wars—along with classic series Star Wars: Ewoks and Star Wars: Droids—joins the Disney+ streaming library on April 2. Meanwhile, Doctor Aphra #11 arrives June 30.
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Thoughts on DBS Chapter 32
Oh, this is going to be fun to talk about. And by fun, I mean UUUUGGGGHHHHH!
* I liked the introductory scene we got of Caulifla, but apart from that I don’t really like how Toyotaro handled her. We get this set up that she’s some strong and intimidating gang leader that controls her own territory on Planet Sadla, and that the military can’t handle her. Which, alright, that’s good. It was curious that her followers mostly seem to be a small group of hooded women in this version, rather than a bunch of muscular male thugs like in the anime. And apparently there are children living in her settlement? That leaves me with a lot of questions I wouldn’t mind seeing answered.
However, I really don’t feel like Toyotaro sold her as a fighter. She beats up some random soldiers, and we get a transition shot of her kicking Cabba into a mountain, but then Cabba just goes Super Saiyan and kicks her butt, and it ends in Caulifla cowering against a wall as he stops short of punching her.
Like... I get the intention was to make her want to transform to get her to fight in the tournament, but the anime did that just fine by having Cabba just blast away that one guy by powering up. We don’t even get to see Caulifla powering up, we’re just told she did that off-screen with ease.
It honestly makes her competence as a fighter come off as an informed attribute. I mean, excluding Note from Dragon Ball Heroes (Which is as supplementary and far from canon as you can get, so I don’t count it), Caulifla is the first super saiyan woman in the franchise. Why did Toyotaro feel the need to trivialize the significance of that so much?
(Then again given how he wrote Bulma and Future Mai last saga, and Chichi and Videl’s practical nonexistence in this manga, I’m starting to wonder if maybe Toyotaro just has a problem with women in general... I’m terrified to see how he handles the Kamikaze Fireballs)
* I don’t know how to feel about Kale in this version. We didn’t see her transform before the tournament, which I guess isn’t necessary so whatever. She seems more brooding and her meekness is toned down a lot, and apparently she’s really fast in her base form. I guess some people might find this more appealing, but it leaves me wondering what exactly Toyotaro’s going to do with her.
Also, I don’t like how it’s Cabba who wanted to bring her to the tournament in this version. Here Caulifla seems less confident in her abilities and saying while she has promise she’s “Not quite there yet”. For the problems the anime had with Kale’s handling, her relationship with Caulifla was something I really did like, so this has me a bit worried.
Also, I feel like it was a waste that we still don’t really know anything about Kale’s backstory so far. That was the main issue with her portrayal in the anime, where we didn’t have enough set up as to why she’s such a depressed person and building up her and Caulifla’s relationship to properly sell why she would have such a meltdown when she thought Caulifla was abandoning her. Everything else would have been fine the way it was if it was built up better, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected Toyotaro to catch on to that.
* I see everything from episode 89 was cut. Which, I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, I’m glad to see the stuff with Yurin and Master Roshi’s antics go. That was just uncomfortable on too many levels and not needed at all, so good riddance.
But I miss the detail of Tien having his own Dojo now. While the anime gratuitously undersold him as a fighter, Tien opening up a dojo and training his own students was the most significant character progression he’d gotten since the end of the original Dragon Ball, and honestly I feel it left him in a much better place than the Buu Saga did, where he and Chiaotzu had just apparently become wandering hermits who never see any of the other characters anymore, which I always thought was just unsatisfying.
In the manga, he just kind of shows up, with Roshi even commenting that he never expected the two of them would ever be needed for anything ever again (Hey, Toyotaro? Trying to be meta isn’t always a good thing, especially if it effectively advertises that they supposedly don’t really matter in this story)
I appreciate we didn’t see Tien get slapped around so much at least, but if his contributions to the tournament end up being as minimal as they were in the anime, then he’ll effectively be left with nothing in this version.
* On a similar note, Master Roshi doesn’t get any build up either. We don’t have any indication that he’s gotten stronger, we don’t see him training to overcome his perverted instincts, and we don’t get that nice moment with him and Korrin. Which is just disappointing.
I mean, the bit with him and Puar was uncomfortable yes and I’m not completely sad to see it go, but unlike the Yurin nonsense it at least served to show characters actually preparing for the tournament, that the minor characters have their own part to play, and overcoming his perverted nature counts as a bit of development for Roshi to show just how big a deal his role in the story was to his character.
Here he’s gotten nothing so far, we only know he wants prize money to renovate Kame House. I’m really nervous Toyotaro’s going to screw up his big moment in the tournament now.
* We also barely see anything with Frieza, and all the cool moments with Frieza selling him as having gotten smarter and a lot more cunning and effectively selling him as being back better than ever are cut out in favour of a joke about his and Goku’s negotiations “Not going well” and them showing up looking beat up. Also Frieza is the one who doesn’t want to hold hands in this version. It’s just... so unsatisfying and the way it’s set up makes his inclusion feel obligatory because it’s in the story outline.
I mean... it’s not even clear that the image training he did allowed him to overcome his stamina problem as golden Frieza, it’s just said he got stronger. What the heck? Isn’t Toyotaro the guy who just loves adding little details to things the anime glosses over?
* Either Toyotaro forgot to include Goten’s name when 17 said it, or Trunks is the only one guarding Android 17′s island in this version. Marron is nowhere in sight.
I mean, okay I get leaving her out, but why Goten too? Toyotaro just loves excluding and marginalizing the Son family, doesn’t he? On that note...
* We don’t see ANY of Gohan’s training with Piccolo. He just shows up (Wearing Piccolo’s purple gi instead of Goku’s. Because of course, gotta pander to the “Piccolo is his real dad” people I guess), says he’s excited to be fighting with Vegeta again (Notice how there’s no interaction between him and Goku in this version so far?) and it’s commented he looks like he’s improved.
Just... wow. I know we make fun of how fast and how much he seemed to improve in the anime, but at least the anime TRIED to give Gohan an arc and make him feel like a significant character. The writers actually TRIED giving him some good development and natural character progression that was really interesting. Here, Gohan just feels like as much of an afterthought as everyone else so far not named Goku, Vegeta and to a lesser extend Android 17. And I’m pretty sure that’s only because Toriyama specified that his scenes had to happen in a certain way to properly re-introduce him.
* What the heck!?!? We didn’t get ANY set up for the fighters from the other universes except Toppo, Jiren, Caulifla, Kale and somewhat for Dyspo I guess? Even the other Pride Troopers were just background fodder in their one scene, including Kahseral. This is just straight up admitting that every other new character in this tournament is just scenery who just exist to pad out time. What the heck!
* Also, instead of wanting Krillin to be in the tournament because he’s a good tactical fighter, here Goku just says he should join because he’s small and good at running away (Viz tried to soften it by having Goku say he runs fast, but the intent is still clear). Way to bow down to the memes and make a joke out of one of the series most important characters while not giving him any character development or having him get stronger and becoming a full time martial artist again, Toyotaro! Are you sure you’ve actually read Dragon Ball, and you’re not just a TFS fanboy!?
Okay, look, I can go on. I mean, I really can, because there’s a lot of stupid and lazy stuff here. This legitimately feels like one of the chapters out of the manga’s Battle of God’s saga, where Toyotaro was just abridging the story as much as he could to get to the Champa saga.
In conjunction with the other two “Build up” chapters before the tournament, everything feels so slap dashed and phoned in, like Toyotaro didn’t put any effort into making the story interesting or fun, or even trying to make it feel like any of the characters except Goku, Vegeta, Jiren, Toppo and the Saiyan girls had anything going for them in this story.
I honestly never want to hear any more complaints about the pacing of the anime version after reading this, because this was insultingly lazy! It barely feels like there’s an actual story going on, there’s no tension or dramatic weight to ANYTHING in this chapter. Everything here feels like it was just ticking off boxes of stuff Toriyama said to include in the outline so Toyotaro can just get to the tournament ASAP. It’s that pathetically lazy.
I refuse to put up with anyone telling me that the manga version of this arc is so much better than the anime rendition, because literally ALL of the best parts were in the anime and weren’t included here. The only thing that feels slightly more fleshed out is Jiren, which great that he has more personality, but that’s NOT ENOUGH to make up for everything else that wasn’t included!
This was by far the worst, laziest chapter of the manga I’ve read in a while. All it’s missing was another one of Toyotaro’s nonsense comments about how Goku doesn’t know where babies come from.
Dear God, this blows. I really didn’t expect to get this angry writing my thoughts on this, but I have just had it with Toyotaro. THIS is the man Toriyama supposedly picked as his successor, people. GOD help us all!
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