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Starry Night Set by Joliebean
Step into a night painted with stardust ✨ This new set features an ethereal collection of clothing items and accessories inspired by midnight skies and glowing constellations. Dress your sims in the wonder of the cosmos and let every night feel infinite. Have fun and happy simming! 💕
✨ General Info ✨
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heyy!!! you there!!! I made an AO3 skin!!! made isn't the right word, I snatched the code from smarter people and messed with it. but if you like it, the code is here!
heyo! could i request a cute lil pink mymelody skin (from hello kitty/sanrio) ? tia !!! 🩷
sure, no problem!
My melody Ao3 Skin
Ahhhh sorry I’m the pompompurin request and I just read the guidelines but can you make it a cute light yellow theme (his shade of yellow) and then if you can make sure the font isn’t squishy with any of the things you’ll do!?
Thank you for reading the guidelines and being specific! (too many Anon asks I've recently gotten haven't or have been intensely vague. Since I can't contact them, I have no way of asking what they mean (〒﹏〒))
Also, probably my lack of extensive knowledge in this language, but I'm unfortunately unsure by what exactly you mean when you say, squishy font
Pardon, but if this squishy font has persisted, let me know in another ask and I will try to fix the issue
Pompompurin AO3 Skin
Video description: A Firefox user on an Android phone changing their AO3 site skin from Art Deco light mode to Purple Galaxy dark mode by changing their browser settings from light to dark. The video has no sound.
If you want to be able to use a light mode skin during the day and a dark mode skin at night, you can do that! I've figured it out for an Android phone, and it works with both Firefox and Chrome.
[if you change your browser settings to follow device theme, you can have this happen automatically, so that if your phone is light mode then AO3 is light and if your phone is dark mode then AO3 is dark]
If anyone out there has an iphone and can test it, please share your results in the notes!
Instructions under the cut:
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Back at it again with my bullshit!
If ya'll ever heard the song Let Me Be Your Superhero by Smash Into Pieces then you KNOW what I'm on about
Imagine this:
howley and aziraphil are here to save the world
howley and aziraphil are here to save the world
Sometimes being the mum who exists in fandom spaces leads to awkward, even concerning, conversations. Such as the one which happened this morning. The mum of my daughter's best mate asked me if one of their mutual friends had sent her a specific message. This message was a link to a fic on ao3, if this had been a G rated fic this conversation would not have happened. It was not G rated. It was an E rated fic. Our kids aren't even 12 yet. As it happens, both of our kids have their internet access heavily locked down and monitored. They have phones because of how their school manages homework. The mutual friend, however, is not so monitored. Or she wasn't, given what her mum found she's about to be. This kid had found a fandom, joined it, and found it chock full of antis. The fic had been sent to her by one of them as an example of the sort of terrible people out there who need to be harassed and attacked because they wrote a smutty story.
Someone thought it was appropriate to send written porn to an 11 year old to encourage her to attack the author.
This resulted in a very awkward conversation where I had to explain to multiple horrified parents the anti culture that is becoming so prevalent. The fact that there are adults who use that purity message to groom kids. The way they escalate and how it bleeds into real life. One parent told me she'd wondered why her 14 year old was suddenly concerned about the two year age gap between her parents. The more I explained, the more absolutely ludicrous it sounded and the more baffled these poor mums looked. More than once I was told "but the characters aren't real, it's really weird but it isn't hurting anyone". Which is the point. The fictional situation isn't hurting anyone. The person who sent porn to an 11 year old is.
Was the person who sent it the author? Doubtful, that thing was tagged in the extreme. Was the person who sent it an adult? Almost certainly. The parent who's child received the original message has found more concerning stuff and gone to the police, but from the language the person doing the sending was in the US. We aren't. Did my daughter receive it? No, she isn't interested in that fandom and therefore wouldn't have bothered with it. Is this the fault of the author? No, they didn't send the link, they didn't ask to be harassed, they wrote a story and put it on ao3, the website created in response to rampant censorship and designed to allow for all kinds of fiction. Is this the fault of the parents? Partially, they should have been looking at their daughter's internet use and clocked what was happening sooner. Is this the fault of the child? No, she's 11, she didn't know better.
This has been a difficult day. Multiple parents have had their eyes opened to parts of fandom culture they had no idea existed. And the thing of it is, they aren't concerned about the why of anti rhetoric. They don't care about the adults writing about teens or rape or incest or torture or any of the rest, because they looked at the clearly tagged and rated fics and figured that it worked the same as a warning on any streaming service. They only cared because some utterly vile individual decided to expose their child to something this girl might not have looked at for years.
Proshippers did not cause what I have spent afternoon helping several sets of parents navigate. Antis did. Normally I'm fairly quiet about the whole debate because I just want to get on with my life and share my experiences. Today I got dragged into that mess in my every day life and the adults in the equation didn't react the way Antis like to think they would. They didn't condemn the author. They condemned the anti who shared the work with a preteen.
This has kicked off, so a brief update:
I don't know all the details and can't share a lot of them because of legal stuff. What we do know is the anti responsible is in the US so whatever happens with them is out of our hands (kiddo's mum relayed this, don't ask for details because I don't have them). Turns out this poor kid had also been exposed to NSFW fanart and a few other fics before we caught on. She is not in a good place, and breaking the mindset is not easy.
So fuck the anti rhetoric. All you're doing is protecting works of fiction at the expense of real children, and I despise that.
Ok, so I don't have an update about the child most hurt by all of this. Mostly because investigations into stuff like this is slow at the best of times, and international investigations are even bloody slower, but also because it's none of anyone's business at this point and I'm not going to spread anymore of this kid's business over the internet. The awareness of the harm done to them is enough. I do, however, have something I need to add because some people lack the critical thinking ability to do the really fucking bloody obvious:
Do not come onto this post with your comments or your reblogs that contain the phrase "I don't agree with proshipping but...". Alright? Just don't.
"Pro" a prefix meaning "for". "Anti" a prefix meaning "against". Alright. End of. Proshipping is simply ship and let ship. Shut up and mind your own business about whatever that person is shipping. Because this post isn't a discourse about whether there are things people should be allowed to ship and write about or not. This post is about the very real harm the so called anti community is doing to very real people in order to protect fucking pixels.
You think proshipping is the thing causing the harm? The people who make their work and tag it to shit before posting so that the people who want to see it can, and the people who want to avoid it are able to avoid engaging? The person who wrote an E (for explicit, this was ao3 remember) story, posted it on the website created so that people could ship their ship and write their dark and nasty fic without having it deleted or being persecuted for it, and tagged it so clearly that I didn't even need to open it to know it contained specific themes. That person? You think that person did the harm when it was actually some purity obsessed asshole who sent it to a literal, physical, real child? You really think the person who tagged their stuff so thoroughly to protect people who didn't want to read it from reading it is the person responsible for the harm done to that child? And you're going to come into the comments on this post and go "I don't agree with proshipping but..." at me. Fuck right off. If that's your first thought, get off the internet, go take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror and contemplate why you're getting your knickers in a twist over works of fiction. Because people like you are the ones on the slipperly slope to harming real, living, breathing children. Not the poor bugger who just wanted to write and share a work of fiction for reasons of their own.
La Boda
After getting rejected by U.A for both the hero course and general studies, Izuku really had no other option than to go to Aldera High School. It was the only school close enough to commute that didn't have a discriminatory quirkless policy in place that would, essentially, prevent Deku from earning his diploma, like mandatory quirk training classes. At least a small blessing was that most of his former classmates went elsewhere, preferring to attend Hero-focused schools. Except for Kariage, who was planning on having a career as a salary man like his father. It was funny really, getting put in the same class once again with one of his former bully. Izuku was fully prepared to deal with another 3 years of the same treatment he received in middle school…however without any of their old ‘friends’ around, the two boys actually became closer throughout high school. Close enough that some people actually thought that they were courting. Izuku brought it up once as a joke during their second year, when the two of them were walking home together.
But instead of laughing, Kariage simply tilted his head to look Izuku in the eyes and asked “Would that be so bad ?”
That was the day Izuku had his first kiss, and got his first boyfriend. Now 7 years later, he was ready to walk down the aisle and take that man as his husband.
Stop misappropriating the abuse and trauma cults use through purity culture for your stupid fucking shipping discourse? Holy fuck no wonder everyone hates this whole discourse.
Since when is "priests getting shuffled around after raping kids and kids being told they're sinful because they had bodily reactions to being SAd" comparable to "Bobo the clown said my ship was cringe"
I'm not gonna answer this with The Aristocrats, as a I threatened, because I want to make a very serious point to this anon:
Purity culture isn't just religious abuse. It is most widely connected to religious abuse. Including actions in the Catholic Church and all fundamentalist Christianity. It's entire existence is about terrifying and indoctrinating people into being fearful of their own actions and bodies so that they feel certain that moving out from the "umbrella of safety" (to use a fundamentalist term) will result in them being harmed in ways they can't imagine. This is generally happening at the same time as they are being harmed by those who are supposed to be keeping them safe from all those terrible, worldly evils. Like speaking up when you're being abused. Believing you are not responsible for the actions of a rapist, and many, many other things that any person with an ounce of self-worth and good sense (two things not allowed in fundamentalist circles) knows are true in abuse situations.
But the point of the purity culture as identity in the above-mentioned circles is to teach people from birth that they aren't to have their own feelings, ideas, or instincts. They are only to follow the feelings, ideas, and instincts on the approved list in order to stay within the structures they know and feel safe in even as they feel very unsafe.
That being said:
Purity culture can also exist WITHOUT a religious structure while still being about controlling the thoughts, feelings, and actions of everyone within it. In terms of fandom, purity culture is groups of people stating that if you write something uncomfortable or gross or immoral, then YOU must be uncomfortable or gross or immoral and therefore, not worthy of the safety and moral superiority of the group.
Purity culture without religion teaches black and white thinking, encourages thought policing, and shames anyone who steps outside of a very narrow definition of good and bad by turning an entire group of people against them for being "bad".
Just like in religious circles.
Just like in the cult of fundamentalism.
Purity culture is a term taken by fundamentalists and turned into a whole way of life because the goal of fundamentalism is to make people too scared to leave. Purity culture in fandom does the same thing. It uses fear and threats of abandonment/harassment to control the way people act because a group of people decided they didn't like something, so they must try and wipe it out rather than simply ignore it.
I am not mis-using the term because "Bobo the clown said my ship was cringe." My use of the term is intentional and precise because what is happening in fandom spaces now is non-religious purity culture cult thinking. My use of the term does not invalidate or water down the use of it in conversations about religious abuse and trauma. With or without religion, purity culture is a dangerous cult of "us vs them" that is built to demoralize and eradicate those deemed unworthy.
I think you're missing something really nasty that nonnie did in the question here though. "Bobo the clown said my ship was cringe" is downplaying the harassment that happens when someone decides that you're rotating your imaginary people in your head in a "bad" way. It would be a HUGE improvement if people started complaining that ships were cringe, rather than the "well, this character is introduced as a teenager, so to ship them with anyone when they're 20 years older is a ILLEGAL and a sign that you're a horrible person who deserves anything bad we can make happen to you" that gets done.
You're making an excellent point.
I chose to ignore the details of this person attempting to discredit me in order to focus on their overall argument that I'm not allowed to use a phrase that they want to establish as having a single meaning and use. When, in truth, it's a phrase that identifies a set of ideas and behaviors that can function across many situations. In the same way that a cult can be religious or commercial, for example.
But it's important to also note what you said. That the phrasing of the what they see as my issue ("Bobo the clown...") is written in the most juvenile language to imply that the results of purity culture within fandom aren't serious or dangerous or traumatizing.
Which is, unsurprisingly, a common purity culture tactic.
Also, as someone who experienced intensive purity culture from especially my family in ways that are typically only thought of as happening in hyperreligious christian households, despite my mom and dad being agnostic and atheist respectively...
It absolutely does go beyond shipcourse. I was shamed for my sexuality. I was shamed for masturbation. I was shamed for having HARMLESS kinks by ANY standards (things literally like piss). I was shamed so hard and in such insidious ways as a form of thought control that I have extreme moral OCD to this day and despite having worked incredibly hard to unlearn it and let myself be my incredibly kinky self, I STILL sometimes have panic attacks or feel the urges to start "confessing" what I'm getting off to to my parents again.
This shit damages you. It's traumatic. It nearly cost the relationship I now have with my partner because my parents so strongly were convinced they knew my sexuality innately, inside and out, that they delayed my realization of my own pansexuality, my aspec identities, my abroness, etc, for several YEARS while I worried they were right and that I wouldn't be attracted to my partner anymore once she transitioned. They told me I was just straight and into her "male body" when I came out.
For the record, she is more beautiful every day she becomes more herself.
I felt dirty for having a body. My mom USED her suspicions of my sexual abuse pre-adoption to shame me for my piss kink, to call it abnormal and pathological. When I realized that SA had happened?
She backtracked so fast she tripped over herself, because me actually processing the real trauma and having a healthy relationship with my sexuality was more than she could handle.
I'm still unlearning just how deep that toxicity managed to seep into my psyche and healing with gentle hands the scars it left behind. I'm learning to love myself in ways I never realized I hated myself.
And I see these exact same patterns mirrored in shipcourse.
I see them mirrored in the moralization and demonization of depictions of sex that when fictional, harm no one. I see people making their discomfort the problem of survivors writing pieces that clearly are saying "this is bad" to anyone with critical thinking skills. I see children being called child predators for ageing characters up or down to self-ship. I see it in light and sexy erotica for people with cnc kinks being treated as dangerous pro-rape propaganda.
I see it in words on the page being held as equally horrible as what happened to me, when even if they were in fact actually harmful in any material way, it would be plancks to the Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall galactic filament of harm that is actual harm to a single actual living child.
For reference, a planck length is the smallest theoretical unit in the universe. The Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall is a cluster of galaxies that is the single largest object in the known universe. The scales don't even compare. This isn't even ants to planets or booboos to broken bones. This is a momentary itch to total extinction of all existing life in this universe levels of scale, in the imaginary theoretical scenario where any part of a fanfic depicting the abuse I went through could be inherently harmful in any way.
Aside from misguided survivors, who I have enough empathy for to feel more neutral, I have nothing but the coldest void of hate for those that dare to compare the two. And worse, who then have the GALL to tell people talking about other forms of valid sexual trauma due to repression, shame, and abusive control, and tell them that THEY'RE in the wrong for noting the very real similarities and in cases IDENTICAL practices between cases of institutionalized thought control used to perpetrate sexual abuse in religion and secular thought control used to shape societal attitudes around and perpetrate sexual abuse in wider society?
Who do they think they are, to reduce it to "being told Bobo the clown is cringe" (never mind the multiple cases of minors and survivors being driven to attempts suicide, or any of the other number of serious harm done. never mind the actual predators sheltered by the anti community and rhe grooming done under the guise of "protecting the children" while sharing actual sexual materials with said children and spamming gore and death threats at and even doxxing others)?
How dare they try and minimize the very real harm done by secular purity culture and the way it shapes "protect the children" rhetoric and prevents children from receiving the age appropriate sexual education that has been proven time and time again to REDUCE sexual abuse and cause more perpetrators to be caught and kids to be saved?
How dare they further speak over and silence survivors talking about the methods by which a foundation is built on which to rest rape culture and prioritize the comfort of those who've never endured such a thing over the healing and safety of survivors?
How. Dare they.
Hell would seem a kind fate for that kind of person if I believed in such a place.
But my principles inform me to say: I hope anon can learn just how wrong they are about everything. I hope they spend the rest of their life working to help the people they're truly hurting with their quippy one-liners that bely deep underlying attitudes that are working to support and uphold societal, structural real world harm.
Though the petty part of me can't help but hope that the harm they've done or allowed to be done drives them to work ever harder, chasing unattainable absolution withheld only by their own guilt, as the haunting reality of what they've participated in nips at their heels like venom-fanged hellhounds.
I know, that's not very anarchist or reform/rehabilitation justice paradigm of me. I know that part is neither useful nor kind.
But as a survivor, please give me the grace of allowing me that anger at someone who won't even acknowledge the smallest parts of the hurt that was done to me, how it all compounded and twisted in on and corrupted all the other bits and festered inside until it broke open into a cacophony of rot and spores that I'm in intensive therapy to try and root out so I can start growing in all the places that were made infertile for me as an INFANT, where most other people have had all the years of their life to nurture and grow.
And allow me to finish with: anon, go fuck yourself.
I have seen people harassed into depression and suicidality so many times over this bullshit. Literally hounded out of a place of safety for violating whatever whim of a "standard" someone suddenly decided was Important enough to bully over. For things that were entirely fictional, and often related to actual past trauma being processed, or pure escapism. It is possible to both write about terrible things and not for a single second have any interest in making those things being real. It's FICTION.
HOW TO STEAL A MAN part 1
Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya IzukuToga Himiko/Uraraka OchakoKaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Comedy, Romantic, Comedy, Drama, Slapstick, Single Parent Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Stealing of body fluids, Out of Character, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Not Mpreg but with child, there is no cheating.
Single father Katsuki.
His son is 5 and a rascal that thinks he should have a lover because "Dada looks lonely."
His son ran off one day at the mall and after a panicked search the boy came back dragging someone in his tiny hands.
"Dada this one! This one, I found you a love love."
Katsuki sees shining emerald eyes and dusting of cocoa on cheeks
Katsuki sees Deku and wants to faint.
Deku was his first love, a love since kindergarten that never came to be. Especially since Deku migrated to America after they graduated college.
So back then Katsuki took whatever he could since he couldn't have Deku's love.
His sperm.
Katsuki had so secretly stolen sperm from Deku and brought it to a surrogate to have Deku's child.
Now here was Deku back after 5 years. He was fucked for three good reasons, so so fucked because,
1 - his child looked so happy holding Deku's hand.
2 - Seeing Deku again after a long time made him realize he was still so in love with the damn nerd.
3 - Deku is already married.
He was standing behind the ice cream booth that had 201 flavors while in his hand was the god forsaken flavor of spicy chocolate mint cream that his son loves so much. The stuffed rabbit backpack that was too small and too tight over his shoulder looked so out of place along with the ice cream on him. There were the toilet papers on his other hand too.
To be fair Katsuki did not look his best today. It's supposed to be just a trip to the mall to buy toilet paper and some ice cream as per his son's request. Just an ordinary day, supposed to be an ordinary day.
So he wore his comfortable off white t-shirt that was already baconed on the collar and sleeves and his faded khaki cargo shorts, and the finale was the gift from Kirishima, red crocs shoes on his sock feet.
In short he looked like a disaster. At least his son looked cute in his black shirt under an orange overall.
Of all the days that he isn't in his suit and tie and leather shoes it had to be the day his son dragged his wet dream back into his life.
Deku. fucking Midoriya Izuku is hand in hand with his son. Fucking Midoriya Izuku at 5’11, in a tight black turtle neck long sleeve shirt and equally tight denim jeans. His wavy green hair in an undercut.
If Katsuki thought of him as a wet dream back in college then today it's a raging flood of a fantasy!
But his libido wasn't the main problem as of now. It's the fact that his son is with his biological dad! The one who Katsuki stole his sperm from!
Plus he looks like shit infront of his long time crush for fucks sake!
Katsuki is sweating buckets.
“Dada, I found you a love love!” His son, Kiyoshi, repeated, large red eyes shining and his freckled cheeks in a light blush on how happy he is.
“Love love? Well, aren't you cute for a kidnapper?”
Katsuki's knees buckled at the sweet yet deep voice, like smooth honey whiskey going down his throat and going right down his whole body. It's been so long since he heard that voice. Why the fuck is he salivating?
“You shouldn't be giving your dada any problems, little guy.” Deku kneels in front of Kiyoshi, patting his head with his big scarred hands.
Deku hasn't seen him yet.
Maybe if he grabs his son and runs like mad he can save himself.
“Let's go say sorry to your dad now.” Deku stood up and faced him and those emerald eyes grew wide.
It was too late.
“Kacchan?”
Deku saw him in all his ugly glory.
Fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.
“Deku.” The name slips out of his mouth easily.
“Hi. It's been so long.” Still holding Kiyohi's hand, Deku walks towards him, it was a picture scene. Green wavy hair with blonde wavy hair, green doe eyes with red doe eyes and the same flock of freckles on fair skin, hand and hand walking towards him.
It was overwhelming.
Deku was in front of him now, Katsuki felt giddy. He likes to deny the fact that he is thrilled that he was still taller than Deku by half a head.
“How have you been?” He asked, looking up at Katsuki with the happiest smile.
“I'm good.” He could only reply courtly, scared that he might blurt out something wrong. He hopes his expression was giving him away.
“Yeah I can see that.” Deku says, still not removing eye contact.
Katsuki winces at his comment. What part of him looked good damn it. If anyone looks good here it's Deku and damn does he look way too fine.
Their eyes are stuck on each other, drawn in as if they were the only ones in the world.
Time seemed to have stopped as he stared into those deep pools of liquid emerald eyes.
“Dada?”
The small voice cut them off whatever trance they had.
Deku looks down at the small hand tugging at him. Katsuki could have sworn there was a flicker in his eyes. On edge and muscles tense, Katsuki becomes nervous. Did Deku notice? Did he figure it out?
“So this is your son?” Deku asked, bending down and lifting up the small child into his arms. Katsuki felt his heart constrict painfully just looking at them. There was something growing inside, something heavy and bitter, guilt.
“Yeah! I’m Dada’s but with no Mama! So Dada is lonely, so mister needs to be with dada so he won't be lonely!” Kiyoshi lifts his hands up in declaration in a loud voice.
“Oi brat!” Katsuki reprimanded his son, his face was burning red from embarrassment.
He takes him from Deku’s arms and scolds him but the small child just huffed.
“But it's true. Dada is lonely.”
“Where did you learn to talk back?”
The two bickered back and forth like both were like small children.
There was a melodious sound of laughter coming just beside him. Deku was laughing hard, almost hunched over holding his stomach.
“He’s definitely your son Kacchan. He’s just like you.” Straightening himself up and wiping the tears from laughter from his eyes;
Deku pats Kiyoshi’s fluffy head. Kiyoshi preens at the attention.
The weird flicker in Deku's eyes was gone, he seems to be more happy after all that laughter.
“Mister mister I like you! I think Dada will like you too so you need to-mmph.” Katsuki stops his sons from talking,
muffling his mouth gently as he could but god damn it why is his child such a loud mouth?
"Ok." He says with a drawn out voice. "It was nice seeing yah but we gotta go. This guy needs to poop. So bye." Katsuki hurriedly turns around, not caring for Kiyoshi's muffled protest
and not even looking at Deku's eyes as he tries to speed walk away from his biggest problem.
"Kacchan wait!"
Katsuki does not. He walks faster.
It should be fine. Deku would probably go back to the US soon and they won't meet up every again.
It hurts to think about it but it would be a disaster if he stayed.
"I've transferred back here for work. So I hope I'll be seeing you often, Kacchan!"
Oh fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.
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She just wanted to enjoy her fresh hot Takoyaki. Delicious Takoyaki. Just what she wanted and just what she craved. It was the last piece.
Picking it up with her chopsticks towards her awaiting mouth. A perfect treat.
Her door flew open with a bang.
"Ochako!"
"Ahhhhh!"
Bang went to the door and bang went over her nerves from too much coffee this morning. Up her Tokoyaki went to the ceiling and stayed there like a half disco ball of carbs and octopus meat.
The two people stare at the new decor impassively then stare at each other.
"You owe me."
"Whatever! I have a bigger problem!"
What could be more of a bigger problem than her food!
"You owe me an order of Takoyaki!"
"Alright alright! I'll buy you one later. Just listen to me!"
"No later. Now!" She was really pissed. That was her last ball with the biggest piece of octopus and the most sauce!
"Oh my god, fine. It's just at the corner anyway. Just listen, yah."
They walked out of her house. Ochaco was still angry and puffed her cheeks.
She really wanted that last price but instantly felt better at the prospect of a new batch.
"So what's this all about barging into my place?" He asked as they were about to make a turn at a corner.
There was a deep exhale and that's when Ochaco knew this wasn't just something trivial.
"He's back."
"Huh?"
"Deku's back!" Her best friend Bakugou Katsuki almost screamed.
Stopped, frozen and wide eyed.
"No."
"Yes."
"Oh my god. You are fucked! And I don't mean it in the oohh ahhhh kind!"
"Shut up!"
Ohhh but how could she shut up? Katsuki was having a life crisis while Ochako… Ochaco was having the time of her life!
"I told you this was gonna bite you back in the ass!"
She had long warned him way back after Katsuki suddenly barged into her home with an ice box and eyes crazy wide.
///"I stole his sperm!"///
Damn if that didn't traumatize her. Thank heavens she vehemently refused to be the surrogate mom for his craziness.
The surrogate was someone abroad that this crazy ass rich bastard paid millions on.
But don't get her wrong, she loves Kiyoshi with all her heart but damn if she hadn't been waiting for this moment to arrive.
"I told you so."
Oh how it felt good to finally say those words. She is having a blast.
"Shut up. I thought this was never going to happen!"
Ochaco beckoned Katsuki to start walking again. He still owes Takoyaki after a.
"Pfft. Now what are you going to do? He's married already isn't he?"
"That's what I heard. Ochako I-"
"Kacchan."
Kacchan?
Ochaco sees Katsuki turn deathly pale then to a light pink, pink, darker pink to a deep blush.
She looked straight ahead and just before the Takoyaki booth was a man so fine she wanted to sing a damn gravy tik tok song out loud.
Wait, did Katsuki just say Deku?
Her round eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. This guy was Midoriya Izuku a.k.a. Deku.
No wonder he stole sperm from this guy! He's hot as fuck. Ochaco would too if she wasn't a full out lesbian.
"You're here for Takoyaki too? The booth is still here after all these years huh. Just like back in highschool we used to eat here often."
The Deku guy passed by Ochaco and went straight for Katsuki. It was like he didn't see him at all.
"Deku." Was all Katsuki said. Ochaco stared hard at the wobbly expression her best friend had. She wished she could take a photo but she left her phone at home. Damn.
"I didn't get to ask earlier but I was wondering if you would have dinner with me this Friday? Just to catch up on everything."
She saw how Katsuki's normal mean eyes were wide like saucers.
"You can bring Kiyoshi with you. He is so adorable."
How his brows shut up and how the normal loud and rude Katsuki was silent with his long term crush being so near. It was a disaster.
Ochaco was living for it. Her smile was so self satisfied.
"Can we Kacchan? For old times sake?"
Katsuki was about to faint. Deku grabbed his hands with his own.
"Please." And gave him the puppy dog eyes.
He was doomed.
He nodded.
He was so fucking doomed.
"Thank you Kacchan." Deku still hasn't let go of Katsuki's hand, instead he gave him a brightest purest smile.
Ochaco and Katsuki were blinded. Damn gravy so clean and delicious! Oh but this one does have a missus. Too bad.
Ochaco will just have to appreciate the disaster truck of her best friend as it is.
"Oh you have someone with you."
Deku finally notices her and all she could do was smile even though she was completely ignored just earlier.
"I'm Midoriya Izuku and you are?" Deku raised his hand to shake in introduction.
"Ah I am-"
"She's Uraraka Ochaco!"
Ochaco had pulled away and was now in front of Katsuki as he had grabbed her arms. Showing her off to Deku like some kind of livestock.
"She's Kiyoshi's mom! So she has to come with us to dinner with Kiyoshi!"
The Takoyaki vendor dropped a ball on the pavement. So did Ochako's jaw.
She was frozen but slowly her head turned behind Katsuki, her soon to be ex best friend
The guy just mouthed sorry at her.
"Oh. I see."
She turns back to the sound of Deku and froze up like a rock during winter.
His bright green eyes have turned dark all the while looking at her. What is that?!
Oh great tutuly dudally fuck.
She is going to kill Katsuki.
TBC.
I think that 2023 is a good time for many of us, and allies in particular, to practice again the dying art of minding our own fucking business when it comes to the identities and lives of other people.
You see someone from one of your classes in a public place with a different gender presentation/expression than they typically have? Mind your own business.
You discover that one of your coworkers is in a same gender relationship, but they aren't out at work? Not your place to share that information in the workplace.
You notice that your neighbor in a red state takes a road trip across state lines with their transgender child every 3-6 months? No you fucking didn't.
You overhear students in your classroom using a different name and different pronouns for one student than you are used to using? If you live in a state hostile to trans rights, pretend that you don't know anything about this and report nothing.
You suspect that an acquaintance of yours might be gay, but they deny it when asked directly? Leave them the fuck alone.
One of your friends refuses to publicly label their sexuality? Good for them, you aren't entitled to that information anyway.
Your sibling comes out to you as questioning, but isn't comfortable sharing that with your parents yet? Keep your fucking mouth shut.
Don't out people; coming out is a personal choice not a moral obligation. Don't demand personal information about other people's sexuality or sex lives. You aren't entitled to information about anyone's gender identity, assigned gender at birth, or transition.
Bring back privacy, allow people to have control over the information that is shared about them publicly; it might save their job, their housing, their parental rights and their child's safety, or even save lives.
Strange Cats