#//He tries not to care but he craves validation far too much to be immune.

[kingspuppet]

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‘ i didn’t like you when we first met ’ asdfghjkl akira plz

He had always considered himself to be quite good at reading people. It was a skill he had studied and honed long before he donned the disgustingly sweet visage that the public foolishly ate up. Every response he gave was always carefully calculated in order to keep the audience right in the palm of his hand. Being anything less than absolute perfection in the act he played was unacceptable. Which is why his inability to parse Kurusu's true responses by body language alone was just another tick to the long list of reasons to hate the other.

But it didn't take some genius introspection to identify dislike towards himself. After all, Kurusu wasn't the first and he certainly wasn't going to be the last. Hatred from others accompanied Goro like an old, stubborn friend as it appeared in the eyes of everyone that looked at him.

"Is that so? I never would have guessed." It comes out flat as he takes a sip of his still too-hot coffee. The burn it gave his tongue was oddly comforting in the midst of this most unsurprising revelation. Well, at least the frizzy-haired idiot was honest.

"It's good to know that the feeling was mutual. You would've made for a boring debate partner if it wasn't."

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How about klaus with the flu? Maybe Luther or Five is pushing him to use his powers anyway until he faints and then feels bad? Love your writing! 💜🖤💜

Being transported back into time wasn’t exactly somethingthat any of them had expected to happen. But in the end, the only way to stopthe apocalypse was to fix their dear sister Vanya and make sure she didn’t go allWhite Violin on the moon the second time around.

Klaus, thirteen, the second time around. It was wheneverything started going completely south. The mausoleum, Ben’s death, Five’s disappearance,and his own descent into more of the harder drugs. It wasn’t really the besttime for any of them, but this time, they were going to be there for eachother, they would do it right.  

They started by training together. They had long ago figuredout the best ways to sneak around the rules once they had gotten older,especially after the death of their father, they know more than they should. That and the childish fears of being caught were faded and far exceeded by the needto not cause the end of the world. Funny what a little perspective did!

They had taken to training during the night, at least a fewtimes a week, and they planned during their free time (and bonded, lots of thattoo. Klaus got all mushy thinking of the affection their siblings had startedto show, they were really learning, all to help their sister. Thank God. Or nother, actually, she was still a bitch, but thank something). Klaus didn’t reallymind the lack of sleep, he hardly got any while he was sober anyway. The longereffects of withdrawal along with ghosts he never learned to deal with? Not the mostcomforting thing, turns out!

That, and Ben wasn’t always there anymore, which was goodbecause it meant he was alive this time, and boy wasn’t he happy about it, butmaybe Klaus felt a bit jealous. He had him all to himself before, one person atleast he could depend on, but he knew it wasn’t reasonable to think like that.

But the lack of sleep and being back in his tiny little thirteen-year-oldbody hadn’t been great on his immune system, which was pretty fucked up, to beginwith. So Klaus was annoyed, but not surprised when he woke up one morning tohis body aching and his body was racked with chills. He sat up with a groan,having to wait on the edge of his bed to stand up to make the room startspinning.

Fuck, this sucked.

There was a knock on his door, so he sluggishly went to openit. “Oh! There you are Klaus, you aren’t even dressed yet! Breakfast is almost finished,silly!” Mom smiled at him and turned swiftly to go downstairs. Klausconsidered going right back to bed, but he knew that if his Dad or Pogo hand toget him up, it wouldn’t be quite as sweetly.

So instead Klaus got dressed. He moved slowly, sore limbsprotesting. He felt like he had to remind himself of each step in just gettingdressed; he didn’t know how long it took him but it had to be longer thannormal (and with worse results, he decided, as he caught a glance of hisreflection on his way down to breakfast).

Everyone was already sat down and eating when he took his placenext to Ben. Breakfast had always been much less strict than any other meal,and chatter moved around him, but Klaus stared silently at his breakfast ofscrambled eggs and toast. He picked at it, eating a few bites of toast, butnothing was all that appetizing. He felt a gentle nudge from Ben. “You alright?”

Klaus nodded. “Just a bit under the weather – would you…?”Klaus trailed off. Ben seemed to understand anyway, and when Grace wasn’tlooking, he piled on the food from Klaus’ plate to his. Klaus smiled gratefully.He still had toast left, and he figured he could manage that without feelingtoo sick.

Today was a study day so he would be okay if he just keptwith it. And then if all went well, he could take a nice nap before they didtheir secret training… yeah, that would work. He’d take it easy, and he’d begood as new.

Klaus told Ben as much when he asked him about it afterbreakfast.

Ben just shook his head, “whatever you say, man.”

Unfortunately, that idea was quickly proven wrong. Klausspent most of the day curled up in a chair working quietly on reading, but themore he tried to focus, the more the words seemed to swim over his head. Hefound himself reading things once, twice, three times. Klaus had never triedvery hard to begin with but fuck he didn’t want to deal with the consequencesof not finishing an appropriate amount of studying today.

They were allowed a more casual lunch, their mom bringingthem food, and Klaus didn’t need to eat anything then. He found his stomach fartoo unsettled anyways, and all he wanted to do was sleep. He was shivering toomuch to read his book anymore, so finally he gave in to a nap. Well, it wasless of a nap then a sleepy daze, his head hurt too fucking much to actuallyfall asleep. H

He didn’t remember how he made it through dinner, it was alla haze. Klaus just remembers Ben leading him up to his room, telling him tosleep. Klaus does as Ben watches over him.

He’s awoken in the night by a pop. “Are you guys ready?”Klaus opened his eyes, blinking until the world came into focus. Ben got up asif to stand between them. Quickly, Klaus sat up. Fuck, that was a bad idea.Bad, bad idea Klaus, don’t do that.

“Yep! Just taking a quick nap, let’s get it on with!” Fivenods.

“Then get something warmer on, were practicing outside. I’llbe back in five.” Klaus lets out a giggle, but Five is gone. Ben gives him a weirdlook.

“Seriously?” His arms are crossed, and eyebrow quirked. Klausmeets his gaze, determined, although hazy with fever.

“I’m good! Better than ever, and showing up for a bit oftraining? Way easier than Five’s wrath if I skip,” says Klaus. Ben sighs, shakinghis head and puts on a coat, throwing one of Klaus’ at him too. Klaus puts iton, trying to hide the wince on his face as he moves. It’s much more of aprocess than it should be, and despite the thick coat Klaus is already shivering,but he deals with it. When five is back, he’s standing and ready. Without aword, Five grabs their hands and with a dizzying pop they are standing outside, far enough away from the house therewas no way their father would be able to see them (Even if Ben let loose – but noone was really eager to start that one up, least of all Ben).

They split up – they always rotated, or else they prettynaturally split the same way each time. Today, Klaus was with Five. Klaus triedto ignore the worried glances Ben kept sending him.

“So, Klaus, have you been practicing much on your own?” Klausshrugged. It was a little hard working on the corporeal thing with Ben alive.The other ghosts he encountered? He really did not want to make them able totouch them.

Five sighed. The disappointment bit into him, stinging morethan usual. Did Klaus get emotional when he was sick? Huh! That was funny. Hewasn’t sure why though.

“Well, Ben’s about as corporeal as ever I’d say!” Klausgiggled. Five looked like he wanted to murder him a bit but that was evenfunnier. His laugh turned into a cough quickly, causing his brother to roll hiseyes.

“You want to try that now? I mean, are there any around, orcan you, you know,” Five gestured, “summon them?”

Five was many things, and Klaus did really care about him,but damn was he impatient sometimes. Klaus sighed, glancing around. Themovement made his jaw clench. He was way too dizzy for this. There weren’t actuallymany ghosts right now – several usually followed Five, but they took a bit tocatch up whenever Five jumped. (Klaus tried to avoid summoning those ghosts. Hedidn’t need to make Five face all of that stuff – he didn’t want to see thesoldiers he shot in ‘Nam, he didn’t think Five would want to see the people he assassinated).

But as soon as he looked, paid any attention to the damnghosts, they made their presence very clear. “Klaus,” hissed a woman – she was old, skin sagging off her as ifshe was melting. Half of her face was covered in blood. She must have hit herhead. Maybe she fell.

“Klaus? Can you conjure it?” Five’s voice let him snap his eyesback to his brother. He bit back a correction on the term and nodded shakily.

“I can try…” honestly, he was surprised with how shit hefelt and how much he was shivering that he was able to see any ghosts, but he’dbeen growing his power quickly. So that was nice. Klaus closed his eyes,focusing. He didn’t want her to be real, to be able to touch him, he felt a spike of terror at the idea. But he channeled itinto the task in front of him.

He wasn’t sure if his hands were shaking because of hisfever-fueled shivers or if it was from the strain of channeling his powers. He openedhis eyes – it was so much better to see them than to not know what was going on,to see his hands glowing blue.

“Oh, shit!” Diego – who was paired with Luther – stopped abruptlyto look in Klaus’ direction. He smiled weakly at him.

“That’s great, keep going,” Five encouraged. Somethingclose to a whimper left his lips. Five wanted him to keep this up? The dizzinesswas increasing, he just wanted to stop this, to go crawl back into bed andsleep. But he didn’t want to disappoint them…

He could feel her flickering, his energy – what little of ithe had – was fading fast. He couldn’t keep this up much longer.

“That’s it, Klaus!” Luther’s voice was encouraging but fuckif he didn’t crave any sense of validation from that. Klaus gritted his teeth,trying not to flinch as the ghost became more irritated. At least she seemedconfused.

Klaus’ vision was starting to get spots. He wasn’t sure ifit was from overexertion or just how dizzy he was feeling. “Klaus,” said Ben,voice concerned. Dammit, he was fine, he could do this!

He couldn’t see.

Klaus’ hands dropped, and his knees buckled.

“Shit, shit, I knew he wasn’t feeling well but I didn’trealize it was this bad!” Klaus woke to Ben’s loud voice. He groaned, eyesfluttering open. He was on the ground? The sky seemed to be spinning, and Klaustried to push himself up, but it just made the spinning worse. If Ben was thisupset something was wrong, but he couldn’t get up. He felt hands on hisshoulder steady him, then Ben’s voice again.

“Just relax Klaus, you’re okay.” Klaus let his eyes fallclosed, his body curling in Ben’s direction as a harsh cough wracked his body.He felt miserable and tried to ignore the dizzying sensation of being jumpedback to his room.

Klaus wasn’t awake for much longer, his sibling lingering,before slipping away to their own rooms. Ben stays with him, just like healways has.

[eunjaeisms]

park jimin + cismale + he/him.┊ ❛ ━ hey, is it just me or do you hear lie by bts playing in the distance ? oh, that’s just doll, a chaotic good member of the syndicate of villains. i suspect they might be kim eun jae, a twenty-three year old medical student with the ability to use persuasion. according to my sources, he can be selfless, but also manipulative which is probably why they remind everyone of fairy dust and oversized sweaters so much. anyway, a supervillain or not, crystalline city is keeping a close eye on them !

hello everyone! my name is Laura (she/her, 26, gmt+1) and i bring you two Sad Boys™. this one is the first one -- i hope you’re ready for this mess.

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trigger warnings for mentions of an eating disorder below the cut

so this is my cotton candy boy, eun jae. he also goes by jae. let’s start with his power; Persuasion.

(  The user can compel people by speaking, the victims are unable to disobey; the seemingly cogent commandment is far too compelling. At high level, user can persuade people into hurting themselves or even flip around sense of logic, but can never cause victims to achieve what they are not capable of. )

it’s not certain when eun jae developed his powers; growing up as an only child in an upper class family, the boy has practically always gotten what he wanted and asked for. which was definitely a luxury he sadly just grew up with. the only thing he was missing was the (physical) love and attention from his parents -- they were still fairly young when he was born and had never wanted to have children, so it didn’t take long for eun jae to get passed off to babysitters and nannies. this transition didn’t go very smoothly as the boy craved the warmth and scent from his mother, but both his parents were too busy with their careers. his father being a highly respectable surgeon and his mother an upper class socialite with a talent for event planning.

when eun jae was twelve, his father got offered a job in the united states and the kims left the familiarity of seoul to move to crystalline city. the boy was home schooled for a year or two in which he mostly spent his time learning english, pressured by the academic requirements put onto him by his parents. high school was tough; he was an easy target for bullies with his chubby features and still limited understanding of the language. and as he’d grown too old for nannies who used to give him their undivided attention, eun jae grew very lonely.

then one day he finally gathered to courage to clench his little hands into fists, look his bullies straight in the eye and tell them to stop. he hadn’t expected it to work; in fact, he assumed they’d laugh in his face, but to his surprise they actually shut up and just dumbly stared at him. a close to tears jae told them to walk away and so they did. fastforward to some careful (and sometimes a little risky) experimenting later and eun jae came to the understanding that he could actually tell people what to do. and though his initial reaction might have been relief and a hint of excitement, it didn’t take long for him to start hating it.

you see, once he started to overthink it, he started to doubt how much of his life was actually real. he could never be sure if people did what he asked because they really wanted to or because he forced them to. the lines of his ability were so blurred and he had no way of actually knowing if people were just being nice or if he was making them believe or do stuff against their will. eun jae had always been a soft individual with an excessive need for praise and company, but as he explored his power, his primary emotion became guilt. and though he had all the control in the world, he couldn’t help but feel completely out of control.

maybe this is where his careful dieting started to spiral into something much more dangerous. his initial intention had been to shed some baby fat -- something he’d been insecure about since the start of high school -- but jae started to cling to it as the one thing he could control and feel good about. there was no problem for him in convincing people he was fine and eating his meals. to talk them into forgetting they ever saw him being wobbly on his legs or deleting the records of him having been in the hospital after having been rushed there when he’d collapsed in the middle of a store.

overall, eun jae tries very hard to formulate his words very carefully in an attempt to avoid using his ability and he’s gotten better at it. but he still often doubts the sincerity of people’s intentions, because he worries he somehow accidentally made them act a certain way or say certain things to make him feel better. since he needs a lot of validation and reassurance, he has no doubt he accidentally asks for it too often. his pomeranian hwan is his closest friend, since his dog is immune to his ability and does whatever he wants, including trying to rip up eun jae’s plushy collection; which should make him upset, but how can he be mad when someone finally doesn’t listen?

so re: villains -- eun jae sort of gravitated towards the lonely and outcast. i think one of his main wanted connections would be someone who has taken him under their wing and is perhaps the person who ‘discovered’ him. with his ability, he’s definitely someone you want on your side, but this chaotic good boy has no real sense of good or bad. all he wants is to genuinely be loved and be taken care of. look out for his pink hair and dazed expression; this boy isn’t just frail on the outside and no matter what his power might suggest, he has zero control.