For Everyone Who Wanted Me To Draw Jasper In Ozzie's Outfit After I Drew Spinel In Fizzarolli's. Happy

yuck!

no offense but if ur into this shit proudly n publicly, shoo shoo 😭 stop interacting with me if you are into this or that stupid d¥kebreaking bs!! yuck!!

i don't like the growing opinion that people are being 'too hard' on deku for his failing to save shigaraki.

i've seen quite a few people complaining that a lot of the bnha-critical crowd are being too mean to deku for getting tomura killed, arguing that it isn't really his fault, and that hes a 16 year old child soldier who's been failed by almost every adult in his life, why should we be putting all of this on his shoulders? hes just a kid after all?

and the truth is, they're right. deku IS a 16 year old boy whos had the fate of the world thrust on his shoulders. but the story itself just plainly refuses to acknowledge this.

the narrative doesn't acknowledge how fucked up having a school that trains literal children how to be combo cop-celebrities is. it only tentatively acknowledges the fact that a universe having combo cop-celebrities is fucked up, and even then the only people who ever point this out are antagonists, who are portrayed and treated in-universe as untrustworthy. the narrative doesn't care how fucked up dekus circumstances are. the narrative treats deku like hes a fucking messiah here to touch the hearts of the evil depressed villains with his magical empathetic heart of gold before they get blown up or just sent to fucking superhell for daring to challenge the status quote.

deku isn't a person. he's barely even a fucking character at this point. he's a plot device, and a mouth piece for the objectively shitty themes bnha is trying to spout. the themes that tell you that if you're mistreated by society and want to do something about it, you're a villain. that disrupting the status quote and refusing to repent to some random teenage boy spouting empty platitudes at you means you deserve to get sent to fucking superhell. the themes that portray people fighting for civil change as mass murdering supervillains. the themes that look the audience dead in the eye and can call deku the greatest hero to ever live.

deku, who barely spared a second thought to lady nagant telling him the truth about the hero commission. who spouts meaningless platitudes about heroism and morality at nagant, and aoyama, and toga and shigaraki, when even the thought that he should question the world around him comes up. who's constantly talked about as this truly kind, empathetic person, but hasn't spared an empathetic thought to literally anyone who is classified as a villain. who listened to every authority figure around him except the ones who asked him to question his worldview. who saw la bravas tears, shigarakis various breakdowns, himikos plead for understanding, chisakis catatonic state, lady nagants truth, and barley batted a fucking eye. deku, who killed tomura shigaraki.

people don't criticize deku for failing shigaraki because they just hate deku. people criticize deku because of what he represents. because hes a mouthpiece for the atrocious morals and themes of this ideologically rotten manga. because any character he had was chopped up to bits in favor of the incomplete husk we have now. people criticize deku because hes the main character of my hero academia. theres nothing more damning then that.

Bakugou stans who hate Endeavor and Endeavor stans who hate Bakugou make me laugh.

Because when you get down to it, they both benefit from the same things: in-universe privilege, narrative advantages, and plot manipulation. Their arcs enable each other in a way, they're both abusers being given more exposure and grace than their victims. They're both constantly being propped and accepted by the other characters despite being horrible people.

Criticizing one and not the other is obtuse. They're cut from the same exact cloth, the issues with their characters are nearly identical. And the focus of both their characters contribute to the overarching problem of MHA; not only pandering to abusers but pandering to those born privileged and who knowingly abused that privilege. And neither had to face actual repercussions without being protected by the author.

The only difference between them is in the literal sense; Endeavor is a worse person morally while Bakugou is a worse character narratively.

They both still suck ass

something that rubbed be the wrong way in that arc is how they used rock lock, one of the only black characters, facing the mutants when they were angry about facing prejudice and saying he would never understand. i thought it was in really poor taste

Yeah, it was widely criticised too.

Given Hori’s previous scandal that got MHA banned in China, I’m not surprised though. He clearly needed an editor being able to guide him with sensitivity but I guess it was more important to pair him with someone who just cheers him no matter what.

maybe it’s just my personal obsession desire and passion for metaphorically visualizing the growth and change of characters via reflective physical change to their image and bodies, marking both the passage of time and the growth of their self through distinct phases of visual design, but like

i fell out of BnHA a while ago because the shift in general theme and tone just wasn’t doing it for me, but I saw the page of them grown up today and i just.

…

….its the same picture.

they are just. looking exactly the same. but a little taller and a little less round cheeked???? and like three of them have a bit longer hair????

…boring.

like truly, i expected More. at least for his Boy Favorites.

Ms.NotSoIndependent

Stack Moore(Sinners2025)x black reader:

Genre: smut with very little angst

Summary: once stack comes from chicago. he realizes how independent you've become and the tension you have towards him

Preview: “I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

Word count: 1,192

Warning: the content with in this story contains sexual themes of aggressive conversations, fingering, smut, cunnilingus

It had been about two weeks since Stack came back into town after he and his brother's unannounced trip. He returned thinking the same sweet, charismatic, and loving girl he left behind would greet him with hugs and kisses. Instead, he was met with a cold, nonchalant, and independent woman who wouldn’t even give him a passing glance.

He knew leaving without telling you was wrong, so he had been trying to make up for it by helping you reach dishes on the top shelf, fixing the leaky sink, even offering to carry your groceries home. But every time, he was either ignored, brushed off, or straight-up told you didn’t need his help. Stack had been trying to keep his cool, hoping you’d eventually break out of this bratty phase. But today... you pushed him too far. And he snapped.

You were already having a rough day. The chores around the house stacked up as high as the dishes in the sink. Your mood was on edge when Stack decided to stop by.

“What you got planned for today?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

You didn’t even bother responding to the man whose voice irritated you every time he spoke.

“Okay… still being a brat,” he mumbled under his breath. You turned around and shot him the dirtiest look you could manage.

Leaning lazily against a chair in the kitchen, he stayed unfazed. “Me and my brother are having the grand opening of the juke joint tonight. I want you there for me.”You immediately responded, almost cutting him off, “Not interested. I got too much to do around the house anyway.” You went back to scrubbing the dishes without giving him another look. Stack took it as another chance to lend a hand. “Well, then let me help you. I really wa—”, “I don’t need your help, Stack!” you snapped, swinging around too fast. The dish in your hand slipped and shattered across the floor. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. You dropped to your knees to pick up the broken pieces carefully. “I don’t even know why you’re here. You left me. I’ve moved on. You need to do the same.”you said coldly.

Stack’s face dropped. His patience finally ran out. “You know I’ve been tryin’ to be nice to you,” he said lowly, the tension in the room thickening. The house grew suffocatingly silent.

Stack started walking toward you, the crunch of porcelain under his boots echoing off the walls.

“I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

You stood up just as he did, trying to hold your ground.“I don’t know what the hell you talkin’ about.”He stepped forward, closing the space between you, backing you into the kitchen counter.You could feel the heat radiating off his body.“Boy, move,” you warned, trying to slip past him, but he grabbed your wrists, holding you in place. He leaned into your ear. “You forgot what it felt like when daddy was here to take care of you. But I'm back now... and I ain't goin’ nowhere.” His words made your breath hitch.

Your eyes scanned his face, trying to tell if he was serious. He started kissing down your neck, rubbing your curves, slowly lifting your dress. You gasped at the way his hands roamed, but you had longed for his touch for too long to push him away. “Stack... move,” you tried to protest, your voice trembling with hidden moans.His mouth found your sweet spot near your jawline, making your knees buckle. Stack noticed immediately, smirking against your skin.

“See? All that 'I don’t need you' bullshit...” he murmured. “But your body can’t lie to me, baby.”

You hated how your body betrayed you.But with Stack... you couldn’t even fight it.You barely registered being lifted onto the counter until you felt the cold countertop on your skin, making you gasp. Stack ran his hands up your thighs, giving small squeezes, reaching your panties.The rough pads of his fingers and his husky cologne made you melt.

He stopped, looking you directly in the eyes as he rubbed you through your panties.

Your moans slipped out despite yourself.He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough. He leaned closer, only inches away from your face.

“Tell me you want me to leave... and I'll go.”You wanted to slap him. Push him away. Cuss him out for the pain he caused when he left. But no words came out, only breathless moans. Because deep down, you didn’t want him to leave. And he knew it.

Stack smirked, feeling your surrender.

He ripped your panties off, slipping two fingers inside you, massaging your breast with his other hand.“I know you’re mad at me for leavin’,” he growled, “but daddy’s back now. And I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?”He slowed the movement of his fingers to an agonizing pace, waiting for your answer.“O-Okay,” you finally whimpered out, desperate for him to keep going.

He chuckled lowly. “...Okay what?” he teased, stopping again.“Okay, Daddy!” you cried out. Proud, Stack laughed in your face, cocky as ever. “There’s my girl.”

He slipped his fingers out and pushed them into your mouth.You sucked eagerly, happy to have your man back. Then he kissed you, a long, heated kiss that felt like a lifetime of waiting poured into it. When he finally broke away, he stared at your swollen lips, the hickeys blooming on your neck, the sweat forming on your skin.“Let me take care of you. Make up for lost time.”

Stack dropped to his knees between your thighs, kissing you everywhere until he reached your pussy. Without hesitation, he started devouring you, like he had been starving for you.You almost lost control instantly, gripping the back of his head, moaning his name.When you started grinding against his face, chasing the high he was giving you, he locked eyes with you.The sight nearly pushed you over the edge. But just when you were about to cum, Stack abruptly pulled away.

“Wait—Stack, please,” you whined, desperate for more.

He smirked, standing up, adjusting his suit while your juices still coated his face.

“And you said you didn’t need me,” he teased. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wad of cash and tucked it between your breasts, brushing your skin just enough to make you shiver. “Now go get you a new dress, shoes, and get pretty for me. Cause we're going dancing tonight” He kissed your lips one last time before heading to the front door.Before closing it behind him, he turned and shot you a wink with his signature smirk. You couldn’t help but smile, still aching for the touch you swore you didn’t need.

~ first post I hope yall like it!💫

Older and Wiser

warnings: Crackships, swearing, me writing JJK characters probably not well-

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“Yuji”

“What?”

“Go talk to that girl.”

“Huh? That one?”

Yuji pointed to the only other person o the street. A blonde girl dressed in the majority of black and blue. A calm smile graced her face as she seemingly walked home from a grocery run.

“Who else do you think, idiot? And don’t fucking point!”

Sukuna hissed.

“Okay, okay. Geez.”

Yuji briskly walked over to the girl.

“Uhm, hey miss?”

The women turned to Yuji, looking him up and down as her smile nearly faltered in recognition.

“Is there something you need?”

Sukuna was about to instruct Yuji on what to say, but as soon as he opened his mouth nothing came out, his mind went blank.

“Uhm- I just wanted to say-“

Yuji thought, unsure of just what to say.

“That you’re really pretty.”

The women bore a look of surprise, but only for a mere moment, before she spoke.

“thank you for the compliment, but uhm. Do I know you? You look rather familiar.”

“Yes”

this time the words came out clearly and quickly. Without thought.

“Say yes.”

Yuji shifted at the instruction.

“If your so adamant about all this, why don’t you talk to her yourself-“

Yuji muttered, before being cut off.

“Just fucking say yes.”

Sukuna growled.

“Okay, okay- Yes, I think we have. What’s your name?”

Yuji asked politely, tilting his head to the side.”

“My name is Cinderella. But you can just call me Ella. And yours is?”

“Yuji Itadori.”

Sukuna took in a breath. Just as he’d thought. As he’d known. It was his beloved Cinderella reincarnated. She was standing just in front of him. However as the rush of wonder and love wore off, he was hit with a wave of despair. The last he’d seen of her, she hated him. To Cinderella, he was but a monster. Someone just like her stepmother. Sukuna feared if she remembered. He feared the same fate was doomed to overtake them. A love meant to be unrequited. Sukuna was so wrapped up in this sudden disparity that he didn’t notice the joyful conversation Yuji and his beloved Cinders had developed, only drifting back into the conversation as they where saying their goodbyes.

“I hope to see you soon.”

Cinderella waved goodbye with a warm smile, already walking off.

“Wait- don’t just let her leave!”

Sukuna quickly jolted.

“Calm down. What’s your deal anyways? Is she your lover or something?”

Yuji said, half sarcastically.

“Shut up, brat.”

Yuji sighed.

“I guess then it doesn’t matter that I got her number.”

“Wait… you got her number…?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Excitement filled Sukuna, a new wave of hope.

“Well what the heck are you waiting for? Put it in your phone already!”

“Okay okay, just calm down!”

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Love how my first post in months is a crackship that for some godforsaken reason makes me so happy.

Unpopular opinion: I think Marinette's backstory in Derision works better for Zoe.

I personally don't dislike Zoe, the writers just didn't do a good job with her, but there's a couple of things about her that I really like that would make her less boring than she is if they were explored more.

We know she was used to keep up an act in her old school, and when she couldn't keep doing that, she started to get bullied. They put roaches in her locker and called her a loser, but despite all that, Zoe still had one friend, the one who wrote "I ♡ U" on her sneaker as she explained when she met Marinette.

That's literally Marinette's whole backstory with Chloe and Kim pranking her with spiders and the only person being there for her being Soqueline. I hated this backstory because it was used as an excuse for Marinette's stalking tendencies.

But what if it was instead Zoe's backstory shown in that episode? Let us know how she acted with her classmates and why she couldn't keep up the act anymore. Why did they dislike her when she just wanted to be herself? Instead of spiders, she got roaches in her locker. It was confirmed somewhere that Zoe's only friend was Jessica, the girl from the New York special. It would be interesting to see her again in a flasback, defending Zoe or comforting her.

And this whole story would be an explanation, not an excuse, for Zoe's tendencies of bottling up her true feelings, which is definitelly not as bad as stalking your crush.

I don't know, Zoe is kind of a bland character that I can't hate because I made up my own AU in my head where she's more fleshed out and isn't just a piece of cardboard meant to replace Chloe.😅

8, honestly Marinette’s backstory can work for anyone really other than Marinette. And this proves it, since this makes a lot of sense and would give more insight into Zoé’s character. This backstory also works for Nathaniel as well. In Evillustrator, Evie says this after it was revealed to him, that Marinette is working with Chat noir behind his back.

Which made some fans think he had a crush on Chloé but I think what happened was, that he had a crush on someone and Chloé found out about it. Chloé, his crush at the time, and Sabrina plan on pranking and leading him on. This goes on for awhile and the day he confessed his feelings to his ex-crush, the prank and Chloé humiliated him along as Sabrina and his ex-crush. That’s why he said that line to Marinette in that episode. You can see that has some similarities to derision and he doesn’t react in creepy like our main character did. With my theory and your idea for Zoé, that I kinda like, shows how much Marinette doesn’t need this backstory. Rather, she needs consequences and being single.

Also if you need anyone you want to discuss the au with, I’ll be that person since I’m like Zoé’s character and wish for her more than being a cardboard cutout.

I hate... fanon archetypes. You know how people sand down their blorbos to fit into the same handful of incorrect quote templates and then they forget their actual canon personalities because they've gone too long without engaging with the source material? I hate it. I hate it. He would not fucking say that. The joke was slightly funny when it was on the office or whatever but we've all heard it over and over with different characters pasted into it how are you still laughing please let me out