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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years

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thoughts on toga?

Sorry, I was putting some good music to do this 😌 our vampire princess deserves only the best.

PERSONAL THOUGHTS ON TOGA HIMIKO :

First of all, I still maintain that she's one of the best written female characters of bnha.

I used to think she was heavily sexualized on the manga, and while I still maintain that she is hyoersexualized on the fandom and still sexualized on the manga, I came to realize some of Horikoshi's choices are not that bad. Of course, it has a lot to do with certain common motives and symbolisms.

I think my main complain about the way some people write Toga (pushing aside the way the ship her with adults), it's that people either put her a a total child or a total woman.

Oh God, Toga is so smart. She's so under-appreciated, so so much.

"She's a murdered". She's what? 16-17 years old? Let's see the facts.

Toga was born in a family with money.

The first memory we got from her is Toga bitting a bird and showing it to her parents. They reacted pretty bad, like it was terribly spooky and told her to put that away, rejecting her.

After that, she created a mask for herself. She started pretending to be normal, smiling a lot, becoming the sweet overexcited girl.

However, the feeling never went away, because it was part of her quirk. The need to bite people to become them, the joy of wanting to taste the blood of someone she loved.

This could be a side effect like a person with wings wanting to fly, or a person with fire wanting to see the flames.

After stabbing her school crush, she ran away and began a criminal career of stabbing other people, hiding from the police.

This all means she lived in a lie for at least 13 years of her life, before becoming a criminal and loving on the streets at least 3 or 4 more years.

Toga has both taste the high-middle class class and the low class. She knows what is like to have too much money and be empty inside because no one sees you or accepts you, as much as she knows what is like being hungry and with cold, but living with people that love you for who you are.

This girl learned to erase her presence from a young age, before any of the UA kids ever dreamed about having that level of skill. She knows how to fight pretty well in close combat, how to fight with knives, how to trick people, how to choose her preys and when to retire from a fight.

She's extremely smart because she has successfully infiltrated in the heroes side at least three times: during the license exam, during the overhaul arc and on the war arc.

Her great goal is to live and live well. This is fucking magnificent because many people with her experience would reject themselves, thinking they're the problem. Toga knows she's not the problem, but society. She knows she deserves to live and love and have friends and family and she fights for it. In fact, even when so many people say she's insane, she's uses her logic all the time, way more than many other members of the League.

She see humans as they are. Not villains, not heroes. She was able to love Izuku and Ochaco even when they were heroes, she was able to hate overhaul while he was a villain. This shows she's outside the hero-villain toxic narrative, clever girl.

She's not afraid to face anyone when it comes to her rights. She faces Tomura more than once (overhaul arc, mva arc), she doesn't let Dabi intimidate her, she protects Twice and sweetly answers to Mr. Compress and Spinner's worry.

And God, maybe she doesn't have a mutant quirk, but almost. See her pupils, see her fangs. The reason why she makes people uncomfortable it's because she doesn't fit their standards. And she's perfectly okay with people not knowing how to categorize her. In fact, her fight in the MVA arc was because someone was trying to frame her.

I don't know how to make this clear but she's not crazy or psycho.

Toga Himiko would have passed the UA test with honors. She's so further above from the rest. She knows the older generations are full of shit and she knows they can't follow their paths, enough to outgrow Stain's legacy and make her own ideals.

I love how she shows that one can be totally feral and go against the system without stop being oneself.

Her speech to Ochaco on the war arc was incredible. She quickly questioned the idea that heroes can decide who deserves to live and who doesn't by saving only the people they think that deserve to be saved. She criticized the heroes decision to forget and dismiss and put away real people suffering just because they were not passive about their pain. She also make Ochaco see that she was a girl, just like her, not some type of hell demon trying to consume her soul.

She refused to say Shigaraki and decided to call him Tomura instead. This is so important!!!! From a narrative point of view, she's rejecting AFO's last name and accepting Tomura, the boy mourning for a father, a family.

She's observant, analytical, good at judging people, great at adapting and changing her mind.

I love how she kept being so happy and vibrant even in the worst moments.

And she's not just a victim, please. Toga Himiko is not some lost child, not a know-it-all woman. She's a teenager that can understand the situation but still needs tsome guidance.

She's actively changing the system. She's not passive or easy to manipulate. Like Spinner said, she's a free spirit.

So I'd love to see more fanfics depicting this. She's an amazing character at the level of most male characters on bnha, just like Ochaco, for example.

I'd love to see more headcanons about her with people her age. Real headcanons.

What about Momo and Toga talking about how boring can fancy parties be? How people with money are crazy sometimes?

What about Toga talking with Jirou about beinf girls that are considered "bros" by her friends?

What about Toga talking about being a little mutant and Tsuyu talking with her about hating cold weather?

What about Toga and Kirishima being overexcited and full of positivity together? About Denki and Toga talking about celebrities and TigTog? About Toga and the people from class 1-B bonding over being considered less when they're as good as class 1-A? Toga and Shinsou? Toga and Koda loving cats? Toga and Shoji playing card games? Toga and Tokoyami loving metal music? Toga and Bakugo loving romance stories?

What about Toga admiring female pro-heroes? Mirko seems loud and determined, Toga would adore her under other circumstances. Fuyumi helping Toga with her self-care because she ran away young. Toga showing Eri that they both have "scary" quirks and it's not wrong! They're both went through really bad moments and they're not bad! Toga being a big fan of the Wild Wild Pussycats. Toga adoring Vlad King and Present Mic.

The potential is there.

Anyway I just want more creativity, maybe. People writing more about Toga and the implications of her childhood, about how insane she is a fighter and a human being.

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jeongyunhoed · 4 years

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Lights, camera, action!

A tale of love and suspense, Park Seonghwa is haunted by the memory of his deceased wife, a shadow looming over the halls of his mansion. When he marries again, his new wife now comes to realize that even in death, his wife still remains.

Daphne

Warnings: Mentions of murder, death, suicide, and illness. Might have some innuendos, might not. But I’m putting these warnings out there regardless.

Other things to note: There are OCs. I might mention other idols (most likely NCT).

A/N: More of creepy San, but the last (and longest) part of Seonghwa’s story. Who’s next? Most likely Jongho or Yunho, or maybe even San. Either way, enjoy.

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Part 3

She ran out of Daphne’s room mortified with what San told her and in tears. It felt like she was running around a maze without an escape, an escape from the shadow cast over the Fontaine estate by Seonghwa’s first wife. She was that powerful, and she was that barrier between them. She ran down the flight of stairs, and like a light at the end of the tunnel, she saw Seonghwa enter, following Hongjoong who was carrying his briefcases. “Seonghwa!” She cried out, throwing her arms around his neck in a tight hug as if hoping that he would shield her from the madness.

“Hello to you too,” He giggled, returning the embrace. “Hold on any tighter and you’d be choking me,” He added, pulling away to give her a soft peck on the lips.

“Am I?” She asked, hoping that it would at least snap her out of the overwhelming anxiety she felt earlier.

“Yes, my darling, what have you been doing while I was away?” Seonghwa asked, holding her hands.

“Seonghwa, I was thinking we could hold a costume party, a ball, we could dress up and show everyone that the Fontaine has always been the same. Can we?” She asked.

Seonghwa smiled. “Alright, if you’d like, we can have it. You should probably get help from San,” He suggested.

“No, no,” She shook her head, feeling a lot more assured after getting her husband to agree. “I don’t need him to help me, I can do it on my own.”

“Alright then, if you’re sure,” He said.

That seemed to give her the confidence she needed to do what she was thinking of doing next. She was going to do something about the looming shadow of Daphne over the house, and sooner or later she returned to Daphne’s room and approached her desk, noticing all the embellished “D”s on her notebooks and contact lists. She opened the drawer and took out the thick wads of letters and cards that Daphne had signed, noticing some cards coming from Wooyoung, further confirming how he knew her.

She piled everything on top of the desk. If they were to move on and be happy, there was only one thing they could do. One thing she could do. She picked up the phone and asked for San to come inside. “Yes, Madam?” He appeared shortly after.

She got up and approached him. “I want you to gather all of these things and throw them out. Pile them in the cottage by the beach, I don’t care, I want all of these things out of the Fontaine immediately,” She instructed, sounding firm in her resolve this time.

“This belongs to Mrs. Park, Madam,” He replied.

She stared at him and turned to the door. “I am Mrs. Park now,” She turned the knob. “I would also request that Seonghwa not know about Wooyoung dropping by earlier either.”��

“Yes, Madam,” San could only reply before she left the room.

Regardless of her insistence not to have San help her decide what to wear for the costume ball they would be hosting, he helped anyway. He suggested that her costume be based on one of the portraits on the walls, a woman in a flowing white dress, puffed sleeves and a hat with ribbons. She hoped Seonghwa would like to see her in it, and as the days went by until the party, she planned everything with a kind of excitement she hadn’t felt since they got married.

The night of the ball approached, Hongjoong choosing to wear his graduation toga with his cap, while some of their friends and their respective spouses wore other costumes. Seonghwa greeted them in his tuxedo as she could see from her room. She could imagine the look on his face when he’d see her enter from the hall. She hurried down the steps to enter the ballroom, but stopped when she saw that everyone had gone quiet.

She noticed all of them looked shocked. None of them had smiles on their faces, especially Seonghwa, who looked as if he was going to faint or collapse from fright. She carefully approached her husband, feeling all eyes on her as she went up to him. His expression was now stiff, and she could tell he was upset. “What the devil were you thinking?” He said.

“Seonghwa, it’s based on the picture, the one in the gallery-” She paused, seeing his expression stiffen even more. “What? What is it?” She asked.

“Take it off, go and take it off,” He said. “Just take it off and change, what are you standing there for? Go and take it off!” Seonghwa snapped, making her step back in surprise.

She seemed to have hit a nerve as she excused herself to her room, tears streaming down her face in embarrassment. She could sense San was already following her to her room and she closed the door, wiping the tears that kept streaming down her cheeks. “Do you need help with another gown, Madam?” She heard his voice by the door.

“No,” She sniffled, shaking her head. “No thank you, Mr. Choi.”

“Mr. Park was upset, I saw you just now, Madam,” San spoke. “I watched you go down the stairs, just as I watched her a year ago. Even in the same dress you couldn’t compare with her.”

She looked up at him, eyes wide in the realization. “The same dress? This is the same dress?” She said, now understanding why Seonghwa was so upset. “And you knew it, you knew it. You knew she wore it and you suggested it on purpose!” She didn’t know whether to cry from being further humiliated or get angry. “Why do you hate me? What have I done to you for you to be this way with me?”

“Because you tried to take her place,” San said stiffly. “You let him marry you. I’ve seen his face, his eyes. He had the same look as those first few weeks after she died. I used to listen to him pace in his room, in the study, all night long thinking of her, miserable because he lost her.”

She covered her ears the more San spoke. “I don’t want to know! I don’t want to know!” She yelled.

“You thought you could be Mrs. Park, you thought you could live in her house, walk her steps, take her things,” San’s voice was growing louder. “But she’s too strong for you, you can never beat her. No one could, ever! She was beaten in the end, but it wasn’t because of a man, but because of the sea!”

“Stop it! Stop!” She cried out, backing away from him.

“Oh, you look distraught, Madam, I shall open the window for you, the sea air could do you some good,” San walked up to her, making her realize that she was already standing by the window that he was opening. “Come, stand here, Madam. There’s no need to be afraid,” He approached her again, gesturing to the view of the sea. “Look down there, isn’t the sea beautiful?”

She turned around to face the window, but more chills ran down her spine when she realized that San was now standing behind her. “Why don’t you go? Why don’t you leave the Fontaine? He doesn’t need you,” He hissed. “He’s got his memories to live with, you have nothing to stay for, nothing to live for,”

“Look down there, it’s easy, isn’t it? Why don’t you? Why don’t you jump?”

She cried out again, nearly sliding to the floor in tears only to stand up straight when the sounds of a ship’s whistle were heard from the distance, followed by a rocket fire. “What’s that? What’s that noise?” She wiped her face, looking out into the sea.

Moving past San, she changed into the first other dress she could find and left the room. “Seonghwa? Seonghwa!” She called out, looking around the halls. “Seonghwa?!” She continued to call out, noticing that everyone had left to look out for the sound. She stepped out, catching up to the crowd, Hongjoong being the first one she saw. “Hongjoong! What happened?” She went up to him.

“There’s a shipwreck, there’s a ship sending up rockets,” Hongjoong looked up at the sky, then turned to one of the staff. “Call the coast guard, tell them there’s been a shipwreck” He instructed, the staff nodding and running off.

Hours had passed since the news of the shipwreck. The party didn’t matter now as something had come up that she noticed how worried everyone seemed to be, including the rest of the staff in the Fontaine. “Hongjoong?” She saw him standing by the path that led to the beach. “Have you seen Seonghwa?” She asked upon approaching him.

“Not since 30 minutes ago,” He replied quietly, looking out at the waves crashing onto the rocks and the shore.

“I haven’t seen him back at the house all night, I’m starting to think something probably happened to him,” She said, looking out at the view as well. She glanced at Hongjoong and stopped. “Hongjoong, are you okay? You look worried.”

Hongjoong looked down for a moment, then back at the sea again. “A diver went down to inspect the bottom of the ship found the hull of another boat,” He said. “A sailboat.”

She stared at him, sensing something unusual in the way he said it. “Hongjoong? Is it-”

“Yes, it’s Daphne’s boat.”

“Daphne’s?” She was in disbelief. “Oh, why did they have to find it? Why couldn’t they have just… left it there at the bottom of the sea? Poor Seonghwa, it’s going to be hard for him again,” She let out an exasperated sigh.

“Yes,” Hongjoong nodded slightly. “It’s going to bring it back again, but this time it’s going to be worse.”

She left Hongjoong later on to find Seonghwa, getting increasingly worried the more she looked for him at the beach. She couldn’t sleep knowing that something probably happened to him. Everything seemed to be caving in on both of them and it felt like they weren’t going to be able to come out of it. She called out his name the more she looked, but there was no answer, until she stopped at the boathouse. Daphne’s cottage, but this time, it looked like there was someone inside from the dim light coming from the window.

A part of her suspected it was probably the old man with his shells again, but a bigger part of her felt that Seonghwa was in there. She approached the cottage and gently pushed the door open. She could see the fireplace was lit, and seated by the fire was Seonghwa, looking distraught and tortured, one side of his face illuminated by the flames. “Hello my dear,” He said softly. “Come in.”

She would’ve been relieved upon seeing that he was alright, but as Hongjoong had predicted, Seonghwa looked like he was about to curl up in fright, like he was about to cry but no tears would escape him. She closed the door behind her and took small steps in case he was still upset about the costume party. “Seonghwa, you haven’t slept a wink, have you forgiven me?” She asked, almost kneeling down in front of his lap.

“Forgiven you?” He asked.

“For last night, for what happened in the party, I was so stupid, I’m so sorry Seonghwa-”

He shook his head. “I forgot about that.”

She sighed, reaching for his hand to hold. He had never looked so devastated with their situation. “Seonghwa,” She began. “Can’t-can’t we start over? I’m not going to ask you to love me, I’m not going to ask too much from you. But I’ll be your friend, I’ll be your companion, I’m perfectly alright with it,” She said quietly, squeezing his hand. Her own heartache didn’t matter when her husband was too stricken with fear and guilt from the past, from his first marriage.

Seonghwa looked into her eyes and cupped her cheek with his other hand. “You love me very much, don’t you? But it’s too late now, my darling. We’ve lost our chance at happiness.”

She shook her head. “No, Seonghwa, no.”

“Yes, it is. It’s all over now. Daphne has won,” Seonghwa looked down, his hand on her cheek dropping back down onto his lap. “Her shadow has been between us all the time, keeping us from each other. She knew this was going to happen.”

“Seonghwa, what do you mean she knew?” She said, squeezing his hand again.

“They sent a diver, they found a boat-”

“I know. It’s Daphne’s boat,” She cut him off.

Seonghwa nodded slightly. “The diver found something else. He broke through one of the ports and found a cabin. There was a body.”

“A body? Then she wasn’t alone? Someone was sailing with her?” She asked.

Seonghwa looked even more devastated. “No, you don’t understand, there was no one else with her. It’s-it was Daphne’s body they found.”

She gaped at him, unable to say anything. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “No, no, that’s- no,” She said.

“The woman that was washed up on the beach,” Seonghwa sighed, voice cracking. “The woman that is buried in the family crypt, that wasn’t Daphne. It was some other woman. I identified it even if I knew it wasn’t her. I knew where Daphne’s body was. On that cabin floor at the bottom of the sea…”

She didn’t want to ask what she was thinking, but she needed to know. “Seonghwa, how did you know her body was there?”

Seonghwa looked away, pulling his hand away from hers. “Because,” He paused. “Because I put it there.”

“Seonghwa…” She managed to say. She wasn’t sure how she was taking all of this. “You? You put it there?” Her eyes were welling with tears. She didn’t know what to think, she didn’t want to think it but the suspicion was beginning to set in.

“Will you look into my eyes and tell me you still love me now?” He asked, pain evident in his tone.

“Seonghwa…” She said.

“You see?” He looked away from her again. “I was right. It’s too late.”

She shook her head, trying to regain her composure and trying to process everything she found out. “No, no, it’s not too late. You shouldn’t say that. We can’t lose each other now. We have to be together now more than ever,” She insisted, almost pleading.

“We may only have hours, days left,” He said weakly.

She got up and sighed. “Seonghwa, why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Sometimes I nearly did, but you never seemed close enough,” He managed to reply.

Frustration was beginning to sink in her. “How could I be close to you when I knew you were always thinking of Daphne? How could I even ask you to love me when I knew you still loved her?”

Seonghwa’s expression changed from distraught to disbelief at what she said. “What are you talking about? You thought I loved Daphne? I hated her.”

It was her turn to be surprised again. “...Hated her?”

Seonghwa got up this time. “I was charmed by her as everyone was charmed by her,” He paced back and forth. “But I never had a moment’s happiness with her. She was incapable of love, of tenderness, of decency.”

“...You didn’t love her?” She asked, now firm on trying to understand what he was saying.

Seonghwa moved to the window seat and sat down, the light from the fireplace casting a slight glow on his features. “Remember that cliff where you first saw me? Daphne and I went there on our honeymoon,” He recalled. “That was where I found out about her, about who she really was, four days after we were married. She stood there, laughing, her dark hair blowing in the wind as she told me about herself,”

She stood in her place, prompting him to explain further. “Things I’ll never tell anyone. I-I wanted to kill her,” He paused. “She told me, ‘I’ll make a bargain with you. You’d look rather foolish if you were to divorce me now after four days of marriage, so I’ll play the part of a devoted wife, the mistress of your precious Fontaine. People will visit us and envy us and say we’re the luckiest, happiest couple this side of the world. What a big joke it’ll be - we’ll have fooled all of them!’”

Seonghwa looked down at his hands. “I shouldn’t have accepted her proposal, but I did and I kept it. She apparently upheld her end too, but after a while she got careless, sloppy. She got a place in the capital where she’d stay away for days at a time, then she started to bring her friends here. I warned her but she ignored me. Then there’s that cousin of hers, Jung Wooyoung.”

“I know him,” She nodded. “He came the day you went to the capital.”

Seonghwa looked up at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t because I thought he would remind you of Daphne again,” She explained.

“As if I needed reminding,” Seonghwa scoffed. “Wooyoung used to visit her here in this cottage. When I found out, I warned her that if I see him here again I’d get rid of them both,” He sighed and looked down again. “One night when I found out she came back quietly, I thought Wooyoung was with her. I decided to go down here and do away with them, but,” He paused. “She was alone, lying on the divan, looking rather ill. Then she got up and walked up to me. ‘When I have a child, neither you nor anyone else can ever prove it wasn’t yours. You’d like to have an heir wouldn’t you, Seonghwa? For your precious Fontaine?’”

She looked down, nodding as she listened. “Then she laughed,” He went on. “‘Funny, isn’t it? I’ll be the perfect mother just as I’ve been the perfect wife, and no one will ever know,’ She walked closer, face to face with me. ‘So, what are you going to do about it, Hwa? Aren’t you going to kill me?’ I guess I went mad for a moment, I probably struck her but she stood there looking at me as if she won. She started to go up to me again, smiling, but she stumbled and fell, and it must’ve been a while when I looked down as I saw her on the floor. She hit her head on a heavy piece of ship’s tackle, and I wondered why she was still smiling but then I realized that she was already dead.”

She looked up at him again. “You didn’t kill her, Seonghwa, it was an accident, you didn’t do it,” She said.

Seonghwa looked away from her. “No one would believe me, but I had to do something, so I carried her out to the boat, placed her in the cabin and when the boat was far enough into the sea, I tried to destroy the planking of the hull, the water eventually coming in. I climbed onto the dinghy and pulled away from the boat. The boat capsized and sank, and it began to rain,” He finished.

“Seonghwa, who else knows about this?” She asked.

“No one else, just me, and now you too,” He replied.

“Then we have to explain it. It has to be the body of someone you’ve never seen before,” She suggested.

He waved a hand dismissively. “No, they’re bound to know who she is. The rings and bracelets she always wore and was still wearing. They’ll identify her and then look into the other woman, the one buried in the crypt.”

“Seonghwa-” She approached him this time and sat beside him, wrapping her arms around him to hold him tight.

“I did a selfish thing, marrying you,” He said, cupping her cheeks. “I’ve loved you, and I always will, my darling. But I’ve always known that Daphne would win in the end.”

She kept shaking her head. “No, no, she hasn’t won. No matter what happens, she hasn’t won” she insisted, leaning up to kiss him.

They heard the phone ring, and Seonghwa pulled away slightly to reach for it. “Hello? Hello Hongjoong...Who? Colonel Song Mingi? Yes,” He said with a soft sigh. “Tell him I’ll meet him there as soon as I can,” and he hung up.

“What happened?” She asked.

“Colonel Song Mingi called. He’s the Chief Constable of the area. He wants to know if I was mistaken,” He paused. “In identifying that other body.”

As Seonghwa had expected, they were able to identify the body was Daphne Yoo. An inquest soon occurred and she knew she had to be there for him. She knew he was innocent even if everyone else found it hard to believe. She was the only one who knew what really happened, his side of the whole story. Among the crowd in the inquest was the coroner, Kang Yeosang aside from Colonel Song Mingi who was overlooking the proceedings. “I’m sorry to bring you back here for questioning, but now that you’ve heard the statement from the boat builder, maybe you can help us somehow,” Yeosang said.

Seonghwa shook his head. “I don’t think I can.”

“The holes in the planking were done from the inside, is there any possible reason you can think of?” He asked this time.

“Of course I can’t think of any reason,” He snapped.

“Then since Mrs. Park was sailing alone, is it possible that she made those holes herself?” Yeosang prodded him again.

“Believe whatever you like!” Seonghwa snapped again, sounding increasingly annoyed.

“Can you tell us why Mrs. Park may have wanted to commit suicide?” Yeosang continued to prod.

“I don’t know of any reason whatsoever!”

Yeosang pressed on. “Mr. Park, as painful as it may be, I’ll have to ask you a very personal question. Were you and the late Mrs. Park happy?” He asked. Seonghwa didn’t answer. “Again, were relations between the two of you happy-”

“I won’t stand for this any longer,” Seonghwa got up and she could feel herself getting light-headed.

“No, Seonghwa-” And she collapsed, falling to the floor.

“Mrs. Park! Mrs. Park!” Yeosang exclaimed, the crowd surrounding her, including Hongjoong, gathered around. Seonghwa broke through to help her up. “We’ll adjourn after lunch.”

“My darling, are you alright?” Seonghwa helped her up, slinging her arm around his shoulders. “Hongjoong, help me bring her outside for some air.”

“Be careful, there’s no need to hurry,” Seonghwa said, helping her out of the courtroom and towards the car.

She was beginning to regain her composure as she got some air, Hongjoong choosing to catch up in case something happened again. “It’s very foolish of me, fainting like that, I’m sorry, darling,” She said, her husband shaking his head to assure her.

“Hello hello!” Came in the cheery voice of Wooyoung, making them look.

“Oh, Seonghwa. It’s-it’s Wooyoung,” She noticed his expression stiffen again upon the mention of his name. Before she knew it, Wooyoung was standing by them.

“How is the bride doing today?” He asked with a grin.

“What do you want, Wooyoung?” Seonghwa asked.

“And how are you doing, Seonghwa? I have to admit I got a little worried about you after hearing about the inquest. That’s why I’m here,” He replied, a sly smile played out across his features.

“How thoughtful of you,” Seonghwa turned back to her. “If you don’t mind-”

“I have a feeling their verdict’s going to be suicide,” Wooyoung said. “Unless of course, something else, something unforeseen is revealed?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, I can’t help but feel that before the end of the day, someone might bring up that very expressive claim of foul play,” Wooyoung revealed. The more she listened to him, the more she felt uneasy, but she knew she had to be strong for Seonghwa if he was to make it. Seonghwa said nothing and instead gave him a look that prompted him to explain. “You see, Seonghwa, I’m at an awkward position right now, and you only need to read the note that I have to know why,” He took out a card from his pocket. “It’s from Daphne, written on the day she died.”

“She-?” Seonghwa looked uninterested.

Wooyoung pocketed the note again. “I’m not going to regale you with the details at the moment, but I can tell you that it’s not written by someone who plans to drown herself the same night,” He paused, glancing at her. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to retire to the countryside, have a nice place with a few acres where I can go shooting, I haven’t figured out how much it would cost per year and I’d like to take that up with you.”

Seonghwa turned back to his wife. “Darling, Mr. Jung and I have some business to take care of, we should probably do this in the nearby inn. They have a private room there.”

“But Seonghwa-”

“Are you feeling better now?” He asked.

“Yes, but-”

“Hongjoong will be back, and when he does, ask him to find Colonel Song Mingi, then bring both of them to the inn right away, okay?” Seonghwa kissed her forehead. He turned back to Wooyoung. “Come on, Jung. Let’s go,” and they walked off.

Seonghwa made the introductions between Wooyoung and Colonel Song Mingi later on when they all gathered at the inn. Wooyoung, with his attempt to be affable, suggested he was friends with the colonel, who only greeted him a good morning when introductions were made. “Since you’re old friends, you probably already know he’s also the head of police here. Colonel Song might be interested in hearing what you have to say,” Seonghwa pointed out.

“I don’t know what you mean, Seonghwa, I just want to see justice done, Colonel Song,” Wooyoung turned to the official. “The evidence seems to suggest some possible scenarios regarding Daphne’s death, suicide being one. But, I have a note here that can put that scenario out of court,” He took out the card again.

Colonel Song read out the note, revealing that Daphne went to a doctor and was on her way back to the Fontaine. “I shall be at the cottage this evening, and shall leave the door open for you. I have something important to tell you, Daphne,” He read.

“Well? Does that look like the note of a woman who tried to take her own life? Colonel Song, as an officer of the law, don’t you feel that there may be some grounds for suspicion?” Wooyoung asked, as if trying to taunt and accuse at the same time.

“Of murder?” Colonel Song asked.

“What else could it be?”

“Blackmail!” Hongjoong suddenly spoke, glaring at Wooyoung.

“Blackmail’s not that simple, Mr. Kim,” Colonel Song pointed out. “Mr. Jung Wooyoung, perhaps you have a motive to present?” He asked.

“I knew you were going to ask that, and present it, I will,” Wooyoung said, moving to the door.

She turned to Seonghwa, squeezing his hand. “What do you think he’s going to do?” She asked. He said nothing.

“Will you come in, Mr. Choi San?” Wooyoung called out as he opened the door. The figure of the head butler appeared, and she felt her heart stop for a moment. Wooyoung introduced him to the Colonel.

“Mr. Choi San, I have some questions for you-” Colonel Song spoke but Wooyoung cut him off.

“I think it’s better if I ask it as he might understand it more from me,” He said. “Sannie, who was Daphne’s doctor?”

“Mrs. Park always had Dr. Jeong Yunho from the village,” San replied.

Wooyoung shook his head. “Daphne’s doctor. In the capital,” He added. “We both know Daphne went to a doctor in the capital on the last day of her life, who was it?”

“I don’t know.”

“I understand, Sannie,” Wooyoung nodded. “You’re trying to defend her. I’m doing the same thing.”

Colonel Song spoke this time. “Mr. Choi, it was suggested that Mrs. Park was murdered.”

San stared at him in horror. “...Murdered?”

“There you have it, Sannie,” Wooyoung said. “There’s also another thing you should know, the name of the murderer, Park Seonghwa,” He glanced at the taller, who said nothing. San remained horrified. “Well, Sannie?”

“...Mrs. Park sometimes went to that doctor privately,” He revealed.

“What’s his name?”

“Dr. Choi Jongho,” He replied, revealing the address of the said doctor.

Wooyoung looked triumphant, like a predator close to catching its prey. “There you go, Colonel. There you’ll find your motive! He’ll tell you why Daphne went to him, she wanted to confirm that she was going to have a child! A sweet, sweet, rosy-cheeked child, and she told Seonghwa about it and like the gentleman that he is, he killed her!”

She wanted to say something, she wanted to refute his accusations and deny everything, but she knew she couldn’t. Colonel Song turned to Seonghwa. “I’m afraid we’ll have to question this Dr. Choi Jongho,” He said.

Despite Seonghwa’s insistence that she go back to the Fontaine to wait for him, she chose to stay. She still wanted to be there for him, partly because she wanted to see Wooyoung proven wrong. As the said doctor was brought in, she stood by him, holding his hand tightly to assure him that things will be okay. “Dr. Choi, are you sure you’ve never had a patient named Daphne Yoo?”

“I’m sure of it,” The doctor brought out his notebook that had his schedule. “Here, all my appointments that day, Liu Yang Yang, Xiao Dejun, Wong Kunhang, Choi San-”

“San?!” Wooyoung exclaimed in surprise.

“Doctor, can you please read that name again, Choi San?” Seonghwa asked.

“Yes, the wife of Choi San, she booked the appointment under his name. She was my three o’clock,” The doctor replied.

“Can we ask what she looked like?” Seonghwa said.

“Oh yes,” He nodded. “I remember her very well. She was very beautiful - tall, dark hair, elegantly dressed,” The doctor recalled.

“Daphne!” Seonghwa pointed out.

“Well in that case, it’s surprising, I’ve been seeing her for a while,” The doctor revealed.

“What was going on with her?” Wooyoung asked.

“Mr. Jung, there are certain ethics involved-”

“Dr. Choi,” Colonel Song spoke. “Could you perhaps give us a reason for Mrs. Park’s suicide?”

“For her murder!” Wooyoung exclaimed again. He turned back to the physician. “She was pregnant, wasn’t she? Come on, say it!”

The doctor raised a brow at him. “No she wasn’t, Mr. Jung,” He said. “But she was very ill.”

The color seemed to drain from Wooyoung’s face. Seonghwa looked just as stunned while she felt relieved and she could tell Hongjoong was as well. “You mean...she wasn’t going to have a baby?”

“That’s what she thought, but the diagnosis said otherwise,” The doctor explained. “She wanted the truth, I told her. She only had a few months left probably even less than that.”

“Did-Did she say anything more when you told her?” Seonghwa managed to speak.

“Well, she smiled in an unusual way, but then she said something that I thought was even more unusual after I told her,” The doctor recalled. “She said, ‘No, not that long.’”

Wooyoung’s expression fell further. “Thank you, Dr. Choi, you’ve been very helpful,” Colonel Song said. “As for you, Mr. Jung, I’d like to have a word.”

“Hey, I-I didn’t know-” Wooyoung stammered.

“Will we be needed any further at this inquest, Colonel?” Hongjoong asked.

“No, no,” Colonel Song shook his head. “I’ll see to it that Seonghwa’s not troubled any more, you may go.”

It was all over, and she wrapped her arms around Seonghwa as they left the inn that night. It was then they realized that they were there all day and into the night, but she didn’t care. Seonghwa was finally free from suspicion. “Hongjoong, there’s something you don’t know,” He suddenly said as he drove. Hongjoong raised a brow in response. “I didn’t kill her, but now I know that when she told me about being pregnant, she wanted me to kill her. She lied. She knew what was going to happen. That’s why she stood there, laughing-”

“Don’t think about that anymore, Seonghwa,” He said.

“It’s all over now” She assured him this time.

Hongjoong sat up when they noticed Seonghwa pull the brakes. “Hwa? Why’d you stop?” He asked.

Seonghwa looked up at the sky. “What time is it?”

“It must be three or four in the morning, why?”

“The sky. That way,” Seonghwa pointed. “It can’t be the dawn coming in.”

“It must be an aurora,” Hongjoong replied. “But then, we only see those in the winter…” He looked to where Seonghwa was pointing to.

Seonghwa’s expression turned into that of horrified as he figured out the cause. “It’s not an aurora, it’s the Fontaine! It’s burning!” He stepped on the gas again, driving faster than before.

She could feel the wind grow warmer the closer they got to the estate where they heard the loud sounds of crackling flames as the mansion was now set ablaze. The staff were all surrounding the house, trying to put out the fire. Seonghwa pulled the brakes and the three of them got down the car. “What happened? What happened? Why is the Fontaine burning down?!” Seonghwa asked the staff.

“It’s Mr. Choi, San, he’s gone mad!” One of the housekeepers said. “He set the house on fire!”

“He’d rather destroy the Fontaine than see us happy here,” She realized, holding his hand tightly.

“He’s at the West Wing!” Hongjoong pointed to the other balcony.

“Seonghwa! He’ll be killed!” She said.

Before any of them could do anything, they heard a scream as a loud crash from the West wing was heard. No matter how hard the staff members tried to put out the fire, it was too late. The Fontaine continued to burn down.

#kdiner #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa

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sobasluuurp · 5 years

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Holy shit. I knew Shigaraki leveled the city, but I didn’t think he’d made an entire crater. Look at the size of that thing! My only consolation is that his quirk seemed to hurt him when he used it on that scale. Maybe that’ll stop him from going all out like this too often.

Just as I thought: the League covered its tracks in order to protect their vigilante-eque public image and advance the MLA’s agenda. The image of a civilian army using their quirks to fight for their lives is certain to sway some of the public’s perception of quirk regulation.

My first reaction to this was to say that Dabi didn’t exactly do anything either, but then I remembered that he fought so hard with Geten his skin started smoking. It’s just that we didn’t get to see much of the fight.

How long do you think it’s gonna be until we find out that Touya also happened to hate fish? Horikoshi wouldn’t draw it if it didn’t serve some purpose.

Not gonna lie, this freaked me out for a second. And then it hit me with the feels. Twice is so sweet. The fact that he put together an altar for clone!Toga and is sincerely mourning her makes me like him even more.

(And I’m going to choose not to think about the fact that he probably had this reaction because of watching himself die so many times.)

“Quit telling people I’m dead!” -- Toga Himiko, 2019

It must’ve been because there was so much else going on in her fight against Curious, but I didn’t notice her getting such a bad eye injury? It would be funny if it’s not actually that bad but she wants the eye patch for the aesthetic. Either way, it suits her.

Oh no, poor Twice 😢

I hope he’s able to work through this. If it gets much worse it might interfere with his ability to fight. Especially if he looses control of his body, like when he kicked the altar. I’m glad his problems weren’t magically fixed (it helps prove that Endeavor’s “redemption” won’t be easy), but I am curious about why it made him worse? Maybe we’ll find out at some point.

The LOV/MLA merger was always interesting from a plot perspective, but now I’m excited to see all these new character dynamics too!

Re-Destro’s wheelchair is seriously slick. I wonder if Tensei and Ragdoll could get one?

Shigaraki in a fur coat just feels so right, even if it does make him itchy. I wonder if it’s really the coat, or if something about this merger is messing with his emotions.

Also, it looks like our predictions were correct. He does have mechanical fingers now! Though it looks more clunky than I expected. Maybe he’ll get an upgrade at some point.

If we are to take this symbolically, then Shigaraki still isn’t completely liberated from his past. Which is good because it means he still has room to grow. I wonder if one day he’ll trash this hand too, and if so if that means redemption or complete corruption

Why does Giran look so uncomfortable here? It’s totally understandable if he’s dealing with the trauma of having to interact with his captors, but I feel like since Horikoshi took the time to draw it for us it must mean something more plot wise. Is this going to continue to be a problem for him? Are there any other factors here?

Honestly god bless Re-Destro for being so pure. I discussed his intentions a while back but now it’s become clear that he really is just an idealist.

Also, props for the shiny forehead. Aoyama would approve.

Bro chill!! I can’t tell if he’s so intense because he’s trying to push through a speech he doesn’t want to make or if he really is that passionate about quirk liberation. Either way he made me laugh.

It took me a minute to realize that the person next to Skeptic was Geten (she kind of looks like Curious). It’s interesting that they revealed her face so casually -- I’m assuming this means that we don’t need to worry about secret identities as much anymore, since she’s so casual about letting herself be seen.

Also this panel confirms for me that Re-Destro isn’t happy to be in this situation, even if he does respect Shigaraki. Look how down he is! Also, in a previous panel we could see him fiddling with his hands as if he were nervous.

Confirmation that Hawks is good at heart! I never really doubted it, but it’s still nice to see. I’m inclined to believe that Best Jeanist’s death was staged.

I love it when Horikoshi draws Shigaraki’s hair without the outlines. I wonder if it’s because his hair is slowly turning white? if so, why isn’t it drawn like this in every panel?

And here we learn that Shigaraki has to accomplish one more thing before receiving the Doctor’s gift. Since the scene immediately cuts to Dabi approaching Hawks, I’m assuming that task involves some Very Not Nice Things. Which is made even worse for the fact that Hawks is the only hero who knows what’s going on, and, as he says in this final panel, the whole country is basically fucked. Things have never looked good for Hawks, but now I’m seriously hoping he at least gets the chance to pass his message along before he meets his fate (assuming he does die, which I’d rather he not).

What a fascinating chapter! It carries a sense of foreboding and tension that has me on the edge of my seat waiting for the other shoe to drop. This arc has set a new pace and sense of urgency for the overarching plot, and I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing more and more dire consequences from this point forward. Although it’s sad we don’t get to see the kids again just yet, I welcome the opportunity to flush out the story from different angles, which is definitely what we’re getting here.

Also, for anyone wondering why I didn’t mention the name change: I’m waiting for the VIZ translation for that. The translation I’m reading refers to the MLA as the Superpower Liberation Army, so I have a feeling their translation of the new name might be wrong to.

What do you think of this format? It’s the first time I’ve tried doing a single long post instead of a bunch of smaller ones. Let me know if you have an opinion!

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linkspooky · 5 years

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I rememeber when i thought that the meta liberation army is not what I though?t the one that started that thought is chitose kizuki though her role was very short she managed to convy the mindsets the mla army had for their members. She wasn't only there to show himiko's development but introduce us to the meta liberation army and what they are like

The Meta Liberation Army arc is good at using the characters themselves and their actions to show us the philosophy of the MLA and their many flaws. There’s a reason no one in the audience really likes the Meta Liberation Army and it’s because they’re ridiculously well characterized as hypocrites, and their ideals are shown to be false through the story multiple times without even needing to tell you.

So, while what happened to Curious is unfortanate due to the fact that she died before we got to learn much about her and she was basically the only female character in the whole army, it was an effective piece of storytelling because she strongly establishes several ideas in the short time she has as a character.

She’s the introduction to us for how obsessive the MLA lives for the sake of their ideals. Basically every member is constantly strengthening their quirk, they’re all living a secret double lives as soliders in a militia. It also sets up one of the first contradictions or hypocrisies in the Meta Liberation Armies set of values.

They literally devote their entire lives for the sake of liberation, and yet at the same time their actual ideals are completely shallow, or at least Curious’ iteration of them definitely are. After all, League of Villains and Meta Liberation Army are not ideologically opposed. The LOV also wants to destroy the current status quo and disrupt society. The MLA is stamping out a potential ally simply because they’re not getting as much attention. Curious being a reporter chasing a flashy story that will be attention grabbing, and not actually caring that much about the values of the Meta Liberation Army shows us how little the leaders actually care about the supposed ideals they’d give their life for. How shallow their idea of “liberation” really is.

The fact that Curious is able to walk around freely, while other people move in waves around her completely controlled by her, and they kill on her word without hesitating shows just how devoted the individual rank and file members are to the leadership. Curious says they are doing it to be free as individuals and forge their minds, and yet none of them are They’re doing this for personal freedom but none of them are free to think as individuals.

Toga is literally fighting against crowds. Which also shows how what the liberation army preaches is just another form of conformity. After all, what does Curious do but try to erase Toga’s individual experience and instead try to make her conform to her own narrative.

Curious even says in the same breath, Toga turned out the way she did because she wasn’t allowed to be herself, to be her own person and was instead told to conitnually suppress herself and hide who she was for the sake of other people. That her own self did not matter. That she had to conform even if it meant always lying about who she was.

Curious then goes on and does the exact same thing Toga’s parents did to her. Toga herself as a person does not matter, her normal life, what she thinks and feels about her life, her own perspective is going to be erased for the sake of Curious’ story. Curious is going to deny who Toga is and dehumanize her in the ultimate way, by killing her and then rewriting her story.

Curious shows us two things, first how little the Liberation Army cares about individuals, their thoughts, their feelings, and their freedom in the cult-like amosphere they perpetrate. How the fight itself is suppressing Toga’s indivudality instead of liberating her, because it is literally an entire crowd of people trying to destroy her while she struggles against them as an individual.

Curious’ death also shows the danger of Toga chasing her obsession. Ironically what Toga wants is for people to love her for herself, to be recognized as an indivdual and an accepted.

However, Toga, like Curious really only knows how to get close to people in superficial ways so far. Her fight with Curious suggests the danger of continuing to live this way. The important thing about Curious’ death is one of the reason she dies is she’s so distracted by chasing the story that nothing else matters to her, not even her own life, and she doesn’t try to stop herself from falling or even defend herself in the end.

Toga has the same tendency to be obsessive. Rikiya even comments on this, that it’s hard for her to love other people. That if Toga lets herself fall to the extremes of Curious that she stops caring about if her own comrades die, and she only cares about her obsession of loving people and chasing that she might die just as easily not even caring about her own life.

Toga’s obsessions are presented to us not as a quirk of her character, but an inrcredibly unhealthy habit she must grow out of if she wants to learn to love properly. It’s worth noting that Toga has become less and less like this around the league, she recognizes them as individuals, forms emotional connections to them, talks to them as people. This has resulted in positive growth for her, but eventually I do beleive Toga will be forced to choose between pursuing her own twisted definition of love, and having to set her interests aside for the sake of the league. The interests that fuel her are something she might choose to abandon on her own in favor of learning to connect to others in a much healthier way.

Ironically unlike what the Meta Liberation Army preaches, being an individual requires recognizing the needs of other people besides yourself.

#metasks #himiko toga #curious #my hero academia meta #league of villains #meta liberation army #Anonymous

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sukunas-play-thing · 5 years

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Tomura Shigaraki x Oc Insert!

Warning ⚠️: Angst, gore, slight mention of sex. Enjoy! :)

"If it makes you happy. Then I won't fight it."

It was ominous. The surrealness of it all. How she peered towards the chaos that once was a great city filled with people, villains and heroes alike. Now up in Smoke. The smell of blood filled her nose as she scrunched her face in disgust. The sounds of distant screams and people grieving rung through her ears like an air raid siren. Deafening.

Her Hazel eyes scanned the surrounding landscape. Seeing a mother and her child attempt to flee the area, before Toga came down on them. Killing the mother and child. Her manic laughter almost made Selim smile. But deep down her heart felt more sadness. Her eyes weren't filled with the excitement when the plan was set in motion. Her face fell into that of one whose already lost a battle within oneself. And sorrow soon filled her being.

This isn't what she thought she wanted.

She watched on rubble as she observed Togas glee filled dance as she consumed the blood of her victims, saving some for later. If only Selim knew that later will never come, for she saw in the midst of the chaos, a shadow lingering in the smoke from a crumbling building appeared.

Clad in black, the lanky male she had found herself smitten and so in love with appeared, regardless of what dread she felt, in the moment her heart fluttered like that of a school girl seeing her crush.

But this man was no crush. But Her lover. It had been 4 years since she had left her old life behind, since she left U.A. and joined the League. 4 years of mistrust, anger, finding oneself to make adifference in the world. Leaving her family home, if her mother hadn't gone from this world, then maybe Selim would've had a different outlook on life.

Maybe even continue on to becoming a hero her mother desperately wanted, for father was never the Hero they needed.

Selim so lost in thought, found her view of the burning city blocked from herself, her eyes soon traveled up the chest and found herself staring back at a vacant hand and blue hair.

Her smile grew, even if It wasn't on purpose. Of course it would never be on purpose for her to subconsciously smile at the man before her. The hand was removed, and soon peered into Ruby red eyes.

"Tomura." Her voice broke saying his name. Maybe she was confused.

She understood his goal. To destroy everything once and for all. For 4 years he spoke of it. Long before Redestro. The MLA. Overhaul. They were all pawns to help Tomura level up is all.

But was it really?

Was she blinded by childish love? Blinded by Society and what they demanded of those in it?

"I have something for you my pet."

Her eyes snapped back to his sickly pale face, and on instict her eyes traveled down to his right hand, he was holding something.

Pinky out, and all for the world to see, the head of her father.

The once mighty Beast Hero. Dead.

She would've seen it as Justice finally served for her, if her heart hadn't of felt more dread. She didn't say a peep. Her voice had left her again, and Tomura took her silence as unhappiness.

His smile fell all too quickly before she even registered it herself, and he tossed the head away from them.

"I will destroy everything. Once and for all."

And as quick as smoke in the wind. He was gone. Why destroy it all? There's nothing left to destroy.

Her legs began moving, following. Why? Even she couldn't answer that. A lump formed in her throat, as hot tears stung her dirty face. Deep down she knew this would happen, yet still. She choose to stay. To support him.

Like a bandit making out with treasure, Tomura seeked out his new victims. She watched in silent horror as Tomura soon began turning on the League. Compress, decayed and a pile of nothing. Toga, her eyes once showed excitement, turned cold with dread. her body language showed the fear. She fought back. "Tomura-kun. Y-you said we were an exception-". Decayed and a pile of nothing.

One by one he tracked down the members, one by one she watched as she choked her screams as Dabi, and Spinner were torn apart by Tomura's Quirk.

One by one, her heart finally shattered. Each piece representing the members he so ruthlessly killed without mercy. He turned to her in his manic crouching position, his hands covered in their blood.

His smile, crule and cold. His eyes staring back at her.

She knew this day would come. And yet she choose to stay.

He stood, walking towards her as if he was the Hunter, and she his prey.

She knew, that even with all they all had been through together, they never helped his itch. Not even her. Her soft Hazel eyes, her welcoming touches, her breathy moans and gasps. Hands desperately tugging his hair as he would bring her sweet release.

Not even her, could help his itch.

She found herself planted as he grew nearer. She could run. She could fight back.

But she never moved, never wavered. Feet planted. Because she knew deep down. It was bound to happen.

Her head fell, hair covering her eyes and she waited, time seemed to have stopped, the only sounds she can hear is his footsteps stopping before her. It was all too much for her.

Finally looking up, the expression he wore was hard to read. Fight. Before he kills you.

Everything building, all the noise coming back everything rushing at her so fast she could barely hear the desperate cries battling within, heart beating so fast it could burst. Tears flowing by the second before finally.

"It's okay." She said, throat scratchy and unraveling her deepest fear. Her fists loosened, her shoulders slack, the tears stopped falling. Her courage finally came, able to look upon his face.

For she knew it could quite possibly be the last beautiful thing she will see.

"You can do it. And it won't change a thing, Tomura."

She stared into his eyes. Lip quivering. But not of fear.

"You can do it, and it would still not change how I feel about you." She choked back a sob.

"Just know that I am sorry. And I wish. I-I wish I could've been there for you sooner. Everyday- I wished to change the past. So you can be happy."

His gaze never faltered as he let her speak. His hand twitching, staring down at her small frame. She felt at peace. Seeing in her peripheral, His hand moved towards her but she never stopped looking into his eyes.

"If it will make you happy."

His hand moved closer.

"Then I won't fight it."

She closed her eyes. Heart a soft hum, mind clearer than it had been for what seemed like ages. She waited for impact, is it supposed to be quick? Has he done it and that she was truly in the dark?. Never to see his face again?

Never to hear his soft chuckles? Before watching him turn away with a slight blush on his face?. Never have pillow talk of their lives and his past? To give him the comfort he desperately clung to?.

She felt something wrap around the back of her neck, before being forced into a warm chest, another arm snaked around her waist pulling her into the tightest, most secure hug she had ever felt before. Her body limp, she let herself be held, hearing soft warm breaths hit her bare neck, she found herself sobbing.

Uncontrolled tears fell hotter than before, her sobs became loud cries, her tears staining Tomura's bloodied black shirt.

Truth be told she didn't want to die. She wanted to grow old, live a life she desperately clung to. with him.

To wake up next to his peaceful face.

She found strength in her body to move her arms to wrap around his neck, her hands finding themselves tangled in his locks. Was Selim relieved? To be spared from his decay? Or relieved to know he did still have humane intentions?

Was she being selfish to expect him to go against what he truly wanted?.

Even for a little while longer, they can stay like this.

While the world burned.

I seen a couple people have theories that Tomura could very possibly when it comes to him hitting his goal of destroying everything that he would eventually destroy the League as well. And thought it'd be great idea to write about.

Hope you guys enjoyed it. Wrote it while listening to Harry Potter Ost Lily's theme.

I think I could get used to some angsty. Idk if I did good though lol .

- mel

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#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #bnha #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #mha shigaraki #shigaraki imagine #angst #oc insert #shigaraki x oc #dabi bnha #toga himiko #spinner bnha #Compress mha

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insaniteas · 8 years

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Ship Analysis: Klaroline

“But I’ll let you in on a little secret: there’s a whole world out there waiting for you. Great cities, and art, and music. Genuine beauty. And you could have all of it. You could have a thousand more birthdays, all you have to do is ask.”

Klaus and Caroline met at the most inappropriate of times. She was dying, bitten by her werewolf boyfriend, on her b i r t h d a y… and Klaus just happened to be one of the biggest antagonists that time. He was so gentle with her (mainly because she was dying). But why did Klaus choose to personally come to her aid? We all know that Klaus is the “high and mighty hybrid”, yet he apologizes and says that she was simply just collateral damage. Klaus saw this spark in Caroline Forbes, this spark that is just so hard to miss when you study her carefully. It seemed as if she had lived her life more in her vampirism, and she found power in it. Klaus spared her life because he saw great things in her. Young, beautiful and dynamic.

Now we all know that Caroline doesn’t really like Klaus , considering he was the ‘big bad wolf’ of the season. She found it absolutely despicable how heartless Klaus was without him even looking like he realizes it. But he’s just so keen, so eager to have these heart to heart conversations with Caroline (I.E the horse scene & the Ms. Mystic pageant party), and how he just completely turns in to mush around her. I don’t think any girl would have gotten Klaus to talk about the one time he wondered what it was like to be human. But Caroline obviously wasn’t just any girl, in the sense that every time she would reject Klaus, he would just smile and you could just see how much more infatuated with her he gets. Klaus learns of her fierce loyalty to her friends, her fiery personality, and her fun-loving side. I also think that one thing Klaus finds absolutely interesting about Caroline is that she does not shy away from the lavishes that he has to offer. She even turned to ask him for help when Elena stole her prom dress, asking him to dig up something of “royal caliber”. Klaus loves a woman who shares the same amount of interest in riches, and Caroline, as we all know, is exactly that. Although Klaus was basically the reason why Caroline’s boyfriend was never around…you can tell that she does have feelings for him, and she did respond to all the chasing that Klaus has done.

And so we see Klaus breaking out hell left and right for quite awhile…as he usually does. The next iconic Klaroline moment happens when Kol causes havoc at their graduation and boom! There’s Klaus in all his glory, killing the witches with toga hats (who knew those could even slice off heads lmao). And then he saves the day, all is good. And in this one scene it is revealed that Caroline actually sent him something to inform him about her upcoming graduation, joking about receiving cash, or a mini fridge. Klaus could very well have given her a mini fridge, he knew that it would actually bring a smile to her face. But he knew her enough to know that he could give her something worth more than material items, he knew what she wanted deep down.

And so he let Tyler go, stating that Tyler was her first love, but he would be her last. However long it takes.

There is nothing threatening with the way he says it. He means his words, his promise of patience…and we all know that Klaus Mikaelson is a lot of things, but he sure as hell isn’t patient. He sees this great, powerful young woman, who is definitely worth the wait. If Klaus were to rule as king, he sees Caroline fit to be his queen. And so they part, although I don’t think Caroline is ever shaken off of his mind as we see in the pilot episode of The Originals. Klaus is standing in the streets of New Orleans, basking in the festivities and he takes his phone out. Notice how he types in a number with familiarity. He is smiling all the way through. New Orleans was his most favorite place in the world, but all he could think about was Caroline and how she would have loved to see what he was seeing at that moment. He doesn’t even care that Caroline didn’t pick up her phone. He just wanted to let her know that he was thinking about her.

We don’t really see another Klaroline moment after that until Katherine comes back and is human. Klaus, ofcourse, goes back to Mystic Falls to “gloat over a corpse to be”, as Caroline had said. However, he’s there to save the day again. And you could just see how much he misses her, how much he just wants to hear the truth hidden behind these snarky remarks of hers . And so he gives himself the ultimatum, and chooses to never see her again in exchange for her honesty, (and honestly after how heated that was I don’t think Klaus regretted walking away from that at all XD). This did not only benefit Klaus, but the confession made Caroline’s feelings for him more emphasized. She was aware that they existed, as much as she hated Klaus for all the shit that he’s done, but I don’t think she ever really realized the intensity of said feelings that she was even afraid to admit that she had them.

The next significant interaction between the two happens when Stefan was running away from Rayna Cruz, ends up at New Orleans and in the company of his old friend, Klaus. Again, Caroline is also partly the reason as to why Klaus opens up his doors of sympathy for Stefan. He did not get pissed or whatsoever upon knowing of their relationship. Klaus knew what type of person Stefan was, and therefore knew that he was capable of making Caroline happy. It was enough of an assurance that Caroline would indeed be happy. And so he protects Stefan in all ways that he could manage. And then he picks up Stefan’s phone, encounters a very panicked Caroline, with two screaming babies at the background. And now this fierce, youthful, powerful woman that he used to know was now a mother. He remembers the last things she had told him, about building a future for herself, finishing college and the like. And so Caroline is on the verge of embarrassment, Klaus giving her tips on how to make the baby stop crying (as he’s had experience with Hope), comforting her in the best way that he can. He also tells her about how sorry he was to hear about Liz’s death, and how she would have loved to see Caroline and the babies. That was what Caroline needed that moment, emotional support, and Klaus knew that she did.

Then the most recent Klaroline moment happened, that got most of us screaming our heads off for sure. You would think that after all the things that happened to Klaus back in New Orleans, the new love interest he had had, would’ve made him forget about Caroline. But I’m pretty sure that Klaus was somehow up to date with the happenings of the Mystic Falls gang’s lives. And then all this extra shit happened, the Sirens, the devil, Katherine. Klaus might have heard about the Steroline wedding and was silently happy for her, then the next thing we knew Stefan’s human and then he’s dead. And now Klaus is certain, for sure, that Caroline’s happiness must be buried under all this grief. But hey what do you know, she’s putting up a school for her supernatural children, fulfilling Stefan’s last wish. And she is thriving. She may have sank down very low because of her grief, but Caroline was able to pick herself up at an instant, knowing that she had to be strong for her daughters, and for the people she loved.

Klaus might of been like 'holy shit what’. This woman, Caroline, lost her husband of a couple hours, nearly lost her best friend again, was stronger than ever. This amazing, dynamic woman never let grief stand in her way, and was now dedicating her life to helping other supernatural beings learn how to be themselves. How could he not be in awe of her willpower and determination? He is reminded, time and time again, of Caroline Salvatore’s resilience. Ofcourse he just had to write her a THREE MILLION DOLLAR CHECK to help out on such a noble cause (I swear he emptied out someone’s bank account…certainly not his, for sure. Probably Elijah’s or Becca’s). And his heart is reminded of what it wants again. He wanted Caroline, however long it was going to take him.

And that, my friend, is why I believe Klaroline is fucking endgame.

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