#and that scum gets to live and continue being a hero

[summer-sapphic]

Hi I'm mad

[xxventiswindblumexx]

Hi there love! If you have time, could you write a Scaramouche x fem reader, where they hate each other so much, and then he fucks her till she can't speak anymore. W Dom Scara. Have a good day!

Of course! Trying to get back into writing after a long hiatus due to family and home issues!

Here's a hate fucking scara x fem reader NSFW!

Can't forget to tag my local scara simp @hitomisuzuya ❤

⚠WARNING:Hate fucking, harsh/rough love, scara being scara, breeding kink, pet kink⚠

It was late at night as the storm in Inazuma rolls, thunder strikes as the wrath of the Electro Archon could be felt in the air, even more so in the delusion factory where a certain harbinger resided. Scaramouche was appointed to watch over the factory, one of the very last things he wanted to be stuck with, maybe he should've been more.. friendly during the harbinger banquet, maybe then he couldn't gotten out of it, regardless he had a duty to uphold and another idea on his mind.

As the puppet thought he could hear the distant sound of fighting, great, the traveller Y/N arrived, how annoying. just what he needed, another annoyance, already had enough he had to work with the Doctor and Childe, now he must be rid of the traveller.

He waited for her to arrive to his domain, it was only a matter of time before she arrived and of course he would relish seeing her fall, but that's not what fate had in store for the two.

Y/N entered the room alone, she decided this was a fight even Paimon couldn't go with, a fight between her.. and the Balladeer.

"How dare you use people's lives for your profit!" she started, hand gripping her sword with nothing but vengeance for her dear friend. Scaramouche couldn't help but eat up the look, the anger, he loved it. wait.. loved it? no he can't get distracted.

"oh? did your pathetic friend die from it? must've been to weak.. like you" he laughed, only antagonizing the hero more, what he didn't expect was for her to attack already, coming at him with her sword he was able to grab her arm and deflect it, shoving her to the floor, he's much faster then her, with the power of electro he can move faster then she can blink. Once on the ground he stomped on her wrist making her drop the sword, hissing she clawed at his ankle but it was no use, he had her pinned.

His electric gaze sent shivers and strangely arousal through her as she gave him a scowl

"give up yet pest?" he hissed, arousal and anger was filling the air, "I can see you're ready to fight back and prove your worth" He continued his actions of stomping on her wrist again, "that means you have some backbone" he growled as Y/N struggled to get back into her feet

"What I have is not something I care to brag about" she said in return angerly, however when the two got close, scaramouche slamming her into the floor once more but this time holding her down with his hands, her legs on either side putting them in a situation, she could feel his hard on, something he tried to ignore, pathetic human emotions, he would say, but now its gotten him in a bind. "I wouldn't have guessed the Balladeer would get hard from this" she scowls causing his face to flush with both embarrassment and anger, but he couldn't deny the feeling, "or maybe I do know who you are, your true form" She snarls in disgust at him.

"And what might that be" he says with venom. Y/N smirks and sits herself straight up, she's getting more cocky now, and honestly it wasn't helping his already poor self control

"you're just a touch starved, horny angry man aren't you?" she remarks, snapping the last bit of restraint he had, growling he was determined to put this scum in her place

"I'll teach you to respect me, even if I have to break you over and over" he hissed beside her ear, biting harshly on her neck, his hips pushed forward causing her to gasp, a sharp moan leaving her throat as she squirmed in pleasure, she hated him and he hated her yet.. for that reason, they made each other stronger, the balladeers strength, their passion, they complemented and created each other.

Once started they knew they couldn't stop, his hands selfishly grabbing and pulling at her clothing, growls and groans filled the air as they moved around each other's bodies in a way they never thought possible. Her body was soft beneath his rough touches and gentle kisses, her breath coming in gasps and his lips on hers felt like heaven yet hell at the same time.

Once he pulled her clothing off he shoved her onto her stomach, taking control as the god he is, his cock throbbing against her wet pussy as he laughs at her submission, even if she was still struggling, he was the dominate one here, his tip flushed and leaking with precum as he pushed it against her entrance "fucking beg for me like the whore you are" he hissed, she resisted but she couldn't deny the throbbing need, weakly begging "please.. f-fuck! please just fuck me!" shamelessly begging before his thick cock slammed into her pussy, growling as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to cause his nails to scratch the skin, he thrusted hard and fast hitting her sweet spot, moaning loudly as her walls clenched around him, the feeling driving him insane. He pulled himself off from her slowly and threw away his discarded clothes, now fully naked he held her wrists above her head, assuming a new position before pressing his body onto hers, he thrusting hard and deep causing her to whimper, her pussy clenching around him as he mercilessly fucked into her, claiming her as his own.

"F-fuck! you're so damn tight, i-its like you want me to breed you don't you? " he hissed in a teasing tone, she groans as his hand tighten it's grip on her already sore wrists, his cock throbbed with need to release as she felt a knot began to tighten, causing her to cry out his name. He thrust harder until she cries with her orgasm, causing him to release his cum deep inside of her, she writhed under him, crying out in pain and pleasure as his cum filled her womb, his dick still buried within her pussy and balls.

"You're mine now little one, you belong to me and only me, " he murmured softly as she felt weak, he had almost forgotten his plan, nevertheless he had to make changes anyways, he can't just let her get in his way again.. maybe he can keep her as his pet.

[serxinns]

Could you do a yandere class 1A where reader is Aizawa’s kid?

Teachers Kid

(yan! Class 1a and platonic Yan aizawa x Aizawas kid reader

Tw: Mentions of abuse, Neglect and cheating

Aizawa was very overprotective of you as a kid Ever since your mom neglecteded you, cheated on him, and left the both of you with another scumbag, he remembered the way you reached your little toddler hands towards her while the snake cling to the scum's arm while they both giggled leaving while she said her final goodbyes it wasn't any Genuine he can hear how eager she was to leave this family the door shutted and you started crying calling out to the snake to come back with ur little grabby arms his heart stung he promised to protect you and to make you don't gotta deal with it again but 1st he had to take care of that woman...

•You lived with your dad your mom wasn't present in your life your dad told you that she did something really bad and now she's getting "Punished" Aizawa homeschooled you through elementary school to middle school it was fun at 1st but you felt a little sad when other kids played with their friends brought back cool stuff like toys and candy while you were stuck in the house either training with him with or without your quirk

•at a young age you dreamed of being a hero like your father and go to UA to be just like him as much as Aizawa loved to look up to you he could never let you be a hero but always shut the topic down with a strict warning you kept pressuring him trying to convince him, bribe him anything you even did the puppy eyes he secretly loves so much but he stood his ground and said no his final answer

•Aizawa was teaching his boring lesson to the class when he heard his ringtone but it wasn't his usual ringtone "Dad pumpkin spit a hairball in your shoe" he quickly turned his phone off flushed red in embarrassment he slowly turned to see the class in shock and some of them giggling a bit "YOU HAVE A CHILD?!"

• the classrooms were in chaos they were now fixated on their teacher's kid they were all asking questions about ur description, Quirk, Personality everything they wanted to know everything about you, Aizawa quickly quieted them down "Everyone needs to quiet down! Yes that's is my kid they're the same age as you all and is are HAPPLIY homeschooled that's it now let's continue " the class tried to answer more questions but Aizawa shut it down completely which made the class groan while Aizawa looked annoyed in the outside in the inside he was panicking, his class all discovered about you and they seem eager

•Even after school they all couldn't stop thinking about you whenever someone mentioned you in their heart. started to race and started to blush they haven't even met you yet so why do they feel this way... They gather around starting to wonder what are you

•while Aizawa was driving home he was just panicking even more his class found out about you he thought he was hiding. you so well why did he have to slip up he didn't want to put you in public high school it was just too dangerous especially if villains are now spawning up more commonly and he thought of something something he didn't like but it was his only choice

•"Y/N!, Kid we need to talk" you walked downstairs to see that your father was looking really serious like this was gonna be a long talk you gulped mentally "yea Dad also did you get my voicemail?" "That's the one we're talking about," your father said his eyes narrowing at you "But another thing since villains these days are commonly targeting heroes these days and I was worried about what would happen to you when you're home alone so I decided to nezu about enrolling you to Ua High-" just when you said that you jumped in his arms hugging him so tight "YES YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" Aizawa may be defeated and nervous but seeing you bleamed up like you used to as a kid made him think you'll be fine "Alright then you start tomorrow im sure my class will love you"

[vawilcox]

**warning** this story contains a instance of being drugged by scum bags. Nothing worse happens, but it could still be traumatic for some readers. Please read with caution!

Dabi was casing out a hero stronghold that he had planned on attacking with the L.O.V. when his eyes roamed into you, shopping at the convenience store across the street. He froze. His heart stopped and he couldn't stop staring at you. The unscarred portion of his face turned as red as a tomato. She's sweet as candy. He thought to himself. Then his eyes continued to stalk you as you made your way out of the store. A passing tween cat called out to you and a vein popped on your forehead as you raised a fist and barked off his advance. Dabi grinned at this. And also sour. My little sour patch. Dabi lost all interest in his mission and followed you home. Making sure he wasn't seen. 

The next few weeks went by like normal for you. Work. Sleep. Throw all the money into bills and do it all over again. You had no clue that directly across from your apartment window, the apartment facing yours had a hostile take over. A villain showed up and told them they were living there now and that they needed to keep the food coming and to leave him alone. The older couple complied in fear, but soon found the villain wasn't too bad. He spent his time sitting at the window looking in a telescope. 

A few weeks more went by and things started to get a little weird. You'd come home to a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the front porch, or notice a new bag of your favorite candies in your jacket pocket on the way to work. One night you came home after a particularly bad day at work, having gotten in a fight with a co worker. Your favorite dinner was on the table, steaming hot. The dishes that had piled up were all washed and put away... the messy house was spotless... you were freaked out, but looked in ever inch of your home and found nothing missing and no one there.

You shrugged your shoulders, too exhausted and burnt out to care more. You ate the food and found it was made exactly how you prefer. You had no clue that Dabi was staring at you while you ate with a giddy smile. 

When you went to work the next day the coworker you had a fight with was absent. You found out later that in the middle of the night some kind of accident happened and he was put in the hospital.

Life went on. Little sweet things kept coming and you just started to expect it. You were invited to a girls night out with some co workers and went along to have fun and unwind. Not realizing that your whole world was about to change.

Your two girlfriends didn't tell you that they were bringing dates. Feeling like a total loser of a fifth wheel,  you decide to go off and sit alone. They were so wrapped up in their dates they didn't even notice your absence, you noticed bitterly.

You were so focused on your friends you didn't notice the shifty guys eyeing you from the doorway. You didn't notice the money they passed to the bartender nor the pill slipped into your drink. You just remember feeling something was off, in a daze being guided outside... the sound of a struggle and the arms guiding you change. The new ones radiated warmth and were rough, like they were scarred.

You woke up in your favorite pajamas in your own bed, a tray of your favorite breakfast was sitting on the table next to your bed, and a heavily scarred man sat beside your bed glaring at you with his hands steepled, clearly agitated and in deep contemplation.

After taking a quick look over your body you didn't feel anything was off, other than your head being a little muddled. "H-hi.. so um.. what are you doing in my bedroom? Ugh.. my house.. and uh.. why am I in my pj's and what's up with this breakfast?" You ask sheepishly.

"What why and how's huh? Not my planned first conversation but.. it's better than always imagining something that never happens, I suppose." The stranger muttered to himself. His voice gravely. His face and arms covered in scars and piercings. "Wish I could bring them back from the dead and punish them again for this conversation." You hear him mutter, barely audible. Your face paled. It sounded like he just mentioned killing people! 

"Uh.... who do you want to bring back from the dead?" The second time in the last few minutes you've opened up your mouth,  and the second time you sounded like a scared sheep in your own ears. You mentally curse yourself for sounding so weak. It's so uncharacteristic of you.

"Well, my little sour patch, what do you remember of last night?" He responds, you can tell by his tone he is in a pretty dark mood.  You get huffy. What kind of jerk answers a question with another question!? You think to yourself irritabily But still... what do I remember about last night? Thinking back... your friends thoughtless betrayal of girls night... the weird feeling.. the strange creepy feeling of strange men guiding you out of the building... your face goes totally pale and you start to panic.. oh no... not that... don't tell me that last night I was.... then you remember the last part of your memory from last night. The sound of fighting! The hands touching you changed to ones that touched you gently. You remember feeling safe in those hands. They were warm and rough but you knew they were there to protect you. You look up to the stranger, meeting his gorgeous blue eyes briefly and pulling your gaze away, feeling that they'd draw you in and keep you forever if you didn't look away right away... your eyes fall to his rough, scarred hands... everything clicks. You look down to your pj's. To your favorite breakfast, made exactly how you like it. You think back to the flowers, the meals, the treats...

"It was all you... wasn't it?" You barely whisper. Looking up into those enchanting eyes one more time only to hear him whisper back: "Sure was, my sour patch. And I'll take care of you in house from now on. You're not going out of my sight ever again." He said this as a matter of fact, you knew he had some kind of hidden strength and that you had no way out. But somehow you knew he'd never hurt you.. you should have been scared. But you were flattered. "Th-thanks... eat breakfast with me?" You offer meekly. He smiles and nods and scoots up next to you and hand feeds you breakfast in bed. 

[livingtobethevillain]

Okay so ive continued to think A LOT about red hood!lian. With that being said. Everyone knows that if you get too invested in a character youll give them lore. So naturally I gave her some trauma for some flavor.

(CW; gun violence, school shooting, hostage situation, implied murder/death of minor characters)

Imagine this:

Lian is at school when the men with guns invade and round everybody up into the gym. Lian is sitting quietly with the other hostages. Dutifully going through the breathing exercises that her dad taught her. Curled up with the other kids but also desperately trying to get some of the younger softer ones to quiet down and stop crying so loud. She knows how this goes. No matter how much her dad tries to shield her from the ugliness of the world she knows what happens if you draw attention in these situations. Unfortunately shes proven right.

One of the louder ones gets yanked away and thrown to the ground. Lian can't help the way she tries to jump up to help (she is her father's daughter after all) but she gets pushed down ruthlessly by one of the attackers. Her friend sits shaking at the feet of one of the men who is yelling and gesturing wildly with the gun in his hand.

Lian takes multiple deep breaths and looks up at the guy who pushed her down. The guy has his back turned, he's jeering and laughing at the horrific scene in front of them. children's lives are in danger and hes laughing.

lians eyes flick down to the unsecured gun at the man's hip and lian doesnt give herself a moment to hesitate. Her teacher follows her line of sight and desperately tries to reach out, but before her teacher can grasp onto her lian is lunging forward and snatching the gun from the man's holster.

The man whips around and steps back at the child pointing his own weapon at him. Lian stands there, breathing shakily and trembling but she feels her resolve harden upon taking all of the wide eyes laying on her shoulders. She knows her dad is a hero. He doesn't know she knows but nonetheless. It's her turn.

"Give her back" she whispers. "...What?"All eyes are on her. Lian grits her teeth and her grip on the gun steadies. It's just like those times uncle Jay took her down to the shooting range...only if the targets were living breathing human beings.

Lians face twists and she forces away tears of frustration. No. These weren't human beings. They were the scum of the earth that uncle Jay and dad always scowled at when the news came on.

"Put my friend back in the group. Or else I'll shoot." If lian had half a mind to she wouldve been proud of how steady her voice was.

Silence.

The attackers look at each other and the one holding her friend scoffs and dares to point his weapon at the little girl on the ground.

He doesnt believe her. He doesnt see how serious she is. That was his last mistake.

"You wouldn't da-"

BANG

The guy drops and then it's chaos. Lian doesn't think. She shuts down and suddenly she's dragging her friend back and into Her teachers arms and she's shooting off as many rounds as she can into any threat who gets too close. She doesn't feel the bullets that are fired back at her. The ones that barely miss and the ones that cut and sink into her skin.

She stays on guard well after the guys scatter upon hearing someone shout about "bats" and whoever else. And it isn't until she whips around to point the gun at her own father that she finally snaps out of it and drops the gun like it's burned her.

Suddenly she can't stop crying and all she can see is the bodies litering the floor. Her dad surges forward and cradles her in his arms rocking back and forth and telling her "its okay. It's okay honey, I'm so proud of you. It's okay you can rest"

[brilliant-red-eternity]

Wouldn’t it be better to ship Akane with a guy who isn’t absolutely morally bankrupt or something?Not that she needs to be in a relationship to be happy or something.But isn’t Kougami just a serial killer with just extra steps😭I never got his appeal or how he became the definitive charecter for psycho pass when plenty of better charecters out there.The way people romanticise him(or his trigger happy tendencies lol) just because he’s hot doesn’t sit right with me.Absolutely no charecter growth whatsoever,literally causing problems for everyone by his selfish decisions.At this point I think Kougami getting killed to save someone would be considered his charecter growth.I don’t even see the case for Akane even being attracted to him in the first place.I am sorry.She’s extremely kind to everyone.That’s why she treats him like a human.

To be honest, I had a hard time coming up with an answer. You make it quite clear that you don’t think much of Kogami and how should I argue against it? It’s a matter of personal preference whether or not you have sympathy for a fictional character and want to understand his or her motivations. It’s true that Kogami is not the glorious hero of the story, but wasn’t that precisely the author’s intention? To contrast him with Akane and have him take a more pragmatic stance, leaving moral reasons aside?

I won’t see Providence until the end of August so I can’t really grasp where the negativity is coming from. My advice would be to not dismiss his character out of hand but try to dig a little deeper. Kogami is not some one-dimensional caricature. In the Psycho FES stage play, Akane says that Kogami is a person who “lives between violence and philosophy”. There is a whole spectrum of characteristics that he has, including very contradictory ones. Kogami is idealistic, but also arrogant. He’s courageous in battle, but cowardly when it comes to interpersonal relationships. He has a sense of morality, but doesn’t strictly adhere to it. He is intelligent, but makes stupid and harmful decisions. He’s selfish, but also selfless enough to sacrifice his life for a higher purpose. He fights his opponents with brute force like a beast, but his desire to protect the weak shows that he’s also a kind and compassionate human being.

Kogami is a walking contradiction. Most people are and that is probably what makes him so popular among fans. People can identify very well with a character who has flaws, screws up or fails as long as he tries to move forward somehow. The road to self-knowledge is rarely a straight line, so I can understand that his character growth (or lack thereof) may be frustrating for some. Providence seems to be another important transit station for Kogami and he appears to have learned his lesson. We don’t get to see his rampant violent behaviour in PP3. He also managed to survive three more years until he came to pick up Akane which wouldn’t have been possible if he had continued his self-destructive lifestyle with the SAD.

The term serial killer doesn’t fit him. Kogami isn’t a psychopath who wants to gain control over another human being, nor is he thirsty for fame. People seem to forget that he doesn’t kill law-abiding citizens but criminals and scum and it wouldn’t be a problem in any other action movie/comic book where the climax is always a final battle between protagonist and antagonist. I don’t want to justify violence and murder because it’s morally wrong, but other characters seem to understand Kogami well enough: Masaoka and Saiga assisted him with Makishima, knowing full well what the outcome would be. Ginoza helped him fight Rutaganda and said “I owe you” (because he killed Makishima and revenged his father’s death) before handing Kogami back Masaoka’s revolver and letting him escape. Garcia’s “mug shot” was already on Frederika’s laptop before anyone even knew this man was pulling the strings behind the attacks in Tibet. She probably supported Kogami so generously with expensive high-tech during his suicide mission because Garcia was on MoFA’s hit list all along. However, it is always Kogami who gets his hands dirty. If anything, it makes him an incorrigible idiot.

Kogami seems unable to look away when injustice happens. In this respect, he is no different from Akane who challenges Sibyl every time she sees a problem. They’re both stubborn, but Kogami’s desire for vigilante justice makes him a complicated character. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind is exactly why Akane rejects violence and defends the rule of law. However, the law didn’t protect people from Makishima under Sibyl and it doesn’t exist outside Japan. The law of the jungle creates only fear and instability, and innocent people get hurt. Kogami has accepted to be a tool in the lawless world and he may even consider it his fate. Is that selfish? It rather looks like he doesn’t attach much importance to his own happiness and treats his life as disposable. His selfishness brings him no advantages, quite the contrary. Kogami sacrifices his own salvation and it sends his life into a downward spiral as he becomes more and more detached from the people he loves.

I think Kogami is a baka but he isn’t morally bankrupt. While he claims to have no regrets, his actions and thoughts paint a very different picture. He tried to live without violence and killing in Tibet and he didn’t want Tenzing to end up like him. He openly admits to Akane that his way of doing things is wrong and he was haunted by Makishima’s ghost right after the murder which proves that he has a conscience. I think the only slip he ever had was when he told Akane to kill Makishima in Nona Tower. The scene emphasizes his selfish nature and just like Hamlet, he seemed willing to not only accept his own downfall in the pursuit of revenge, but that of others too. He also didn’t think about Saiga’s future when he showed up at his house after escaping the PSB.

Kogami has refrained from dragging others into his business since then and has kept to himself like a lone wolf. But no man is an island and his egoism remains a problem. I guess he won’t realize that his actions have an impact on others until he receives Akane’s letter as a wake-up call in Providence. It remains to be seen whether he’s willing to change his habits in the future or not, but I’m hopeful.

Regret and remorse are usually two different things. Kogami says that he has no regrets about the past when he talks to Akane on the phone and I think he’s sincere. He doesn’t wish to undo his decisions. In his view, the “dirty work” needed to be done and Kogami believes that he alone bears the consequences and the sorrow, no one else. That changes when he finally sees how much his actions affect and hurt others. Akane’s letter makes him helpless and angry. I think it’s clear that Kogami starts to feel remorse and to develop a sense of responsibility. Remember how Garcia said that Kogami would be living the life of a guy who never took responsibility for anyone else? At some point between PPP and FI, Kogami undoubtedly realized that he needs to apologize to Akane and that he needs to mend his ways. I would consider this character growth.

I understand that some people take a dislike to Shinkane and wish to find Akane a “better” man. I adore this ship but I’m not indulging in fantasies about Kogami and neither does Akane. She has learned to see him for who he is, especially since Shambala. Is it a surprise that she likes him anyway? That she still has faith in him? Kogami is not evil. He’s a man with good intentions who lost his way and nobody but himself can save him. Letting him die while protecting someone would be the easiest way out of his character dilemma so I hope they won’t do it. It would look like a death sentence with a quick karma reset. I don’t even want to imagine how Akane would feel about his death, especially if he died protecting her. There are other ways to atone for one’s sins: to help others, take responsibility and do good in the long run.

Kogami is indeed a brooding hot type of guy, but that’s not why he’s in the story. His purpose is to interact with the protagonist. Kogami started as Akane’s mentor and he inspired her to grow by challenging her. She soon surpassed him and confronted him with her own views about humanity, the law and the idea of how society should look like. They began to form two opposites of the same coin and it became the premise of season one and beyond. No one cares that Frederika kills vagabonds or that Gino shoots Peacebreakers. It doesn’t matter because it’s all about the contrast between these two. Akane’s approach is non-violent, that’s why Kogami’s violent approach looks particularly extreme. They’re like complementary colours where one colour emphasizes the properties of the other. She’s a disciplined person, he’s a wild animal. She looks like a saint, he is the epitome of a sinner. She operates within the system, he is on the outside. They’re incompatible. They’re also intertwined like yin and yang. Is it so outlandish that fans want to see the two of them together? Maybe. But it also feels natural, like holding two magnets with opposite poles together. I can’t help but feel the pull.

Akane doesn’t need a romance to be happy, I agree. She has friends and she completely dedicates her life to creating a better society for everyone. However, her options to influence the system seem exhausted at the end of Providence. Sibyl wants to get rid of her by promoting her to a less influential position in the Ministry. Sibyl also wants to abolish the law. Akane probably felt she had nothing left to lose and therefore killed chief Kasei as the final act of her career. I don’t see her having a happy marriage or kids and all that stuff but Akane shouldn’t remain alone like a martyr. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to experience love, especially in world dominated by algorithms and AI.

We all want Akane to be happy and I can understand your annoyance with Kogami. They’re not a perfect match, especially since they repeatedly find themselves in situations that are extremely stressful and existential. But every relationship is a learning process and a daily struggle. It’s a gain in knowledge about myself and the other, and it’s doomed if there is no forgiveness. Akane and Kogami have known each other for eight years but they have only spent a few months in each other’s company. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what they could achieve together, now that Kogami is back in Japan and Akane is released from confinement? Akane doesn’t place much value on material things, and I doubt she cares about etiquette or social conventions like marriage anymore. She’s an outlaw just like Kogami. Their existence has become an act of rebellion against the system and since they both have been spiritually connected from day one, it would be great to explore their bond further and not just stop.

You said that Akane treats Kogami like a human being only because she’s kind. Is that so? When they first met, Kogami represented the exact opposite of the artificial world of Sibyl in which Akane grew up. I guess she was attracted to Kogami (and developed a crush on him) because he was a human being, someone from the mundane world, a world she thought had perished long ago: paper books, no holograms in his home or closet, file folders and photographs, physical strength and critical thinking. All of the enforcers had a different lifestyle, but it was Kogami who fascinated her the most. He had something archaic about him, something mystical and exotic. He was also quite masculine and Akane liked his physical appearance very much, although this was a bit more obvious in the novels where she described his face as handsome. Was Kogami her first love? Did she like the idea of saving him? I don’t know. Fact is that Akane wanted him to remain human, that’s why she didn’t like the term “hunting dog”. She didn’t want him to become a murderer because she genuinely cared about him. And even after that, she wished that someday they would meet again like two human beings.

Kogami’s obsession with Makishima made it impossible for him to understand Akane. Only on his journey did he gradually come to his senses at the sight of all the shitholes created by lawlessness and anarchy worldwide. After that, he tried to hold on to Akane’s words. He tried to live without violence and killing in Tibet. He saved a bus with refugees. He ensured that Tenzing did not throw her life away. He managed to shake off Makishima’s ghost and found the courage to return home. He allowed Akane to arrest him for the killing of Tonami and apologized after picking her up from the isolation facility. Is it just me or didn’t it look like Kogami was bowing to Akane, because his head and gaze were tilted slightly downward?

Kogami has serious flaws and a preference for violence, but he isn’t bad through and through. I bet we will see his character grow from here. Look at Akane’s happy face at the end of First Inspector ! If that doesn’t give you hope, I don’t know what will.

[robinrites]

Chapter 6

Little bit of a shorter chapter because it's a flashback and it just felt like a natural ending spot, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!

CW: Suggestive touch (ie dragging a hand down someone's face), starvation, sensory deprivation, torture

When Superhero stormed into Villain’s cell, he didn’t even need to say anything to let Villain know he was mad. He slammed the door shut and marched up to Villain, grabbing him off the ground by his shirt to yell in his face. 

“Useless piece of shit that can’t do anything right!” Superhero yelled before dropping Villain back to the ground. “We had a simple plan to take down this group of criminal shits like yourself,” Superhero paused to kick Villain in the side several times. “And you know what happened? You’re precious Hero decided to spare their lives and send them to prison.” He lifts Villain off the ground by his shirt again. “You’re lucky you know that right? I’m giving you a chance to be better, unlike those guys, I would’ve just killed ‘em. They weren’t special like you are.” Superhero’s free hand brushed down Villain’s face, sending a chill down their spine. Superhero dropped Villain again. 

“Now! I need to get this anger out somehow, I’m sure you understand Villain. I mean I was set to kill like five bad guys. Instead, I just get to teach you how to stop being the scum of the earth, so I’m sure you get it.” Villain whimpered, but nodded anyway, while he pulled his hands over his face to protect it. 

“I’m feeling in the mood for ‘human punching bag’ what do you think?” Villain fought back a sob, but nodded again, knowing it would be the least bad option he’d be given tonight. Superhero smirked, then quickly got to work attaching and detaching the different chains, something he’s gotten very fast at. Somedays, Superhero will gradually lift Villain’s arms above his head, not tonight though. His wrists were quickly torn above his head, the mechanism continuing until Villain’s feet were an inch above the ground. Somewhere along the way, Villain heard his shoulder pop, then a wave of pain washed over him. 

“Oh Villain, crying out in pain before we’ve even started? That’s not good. For you I mean, for me it’s fantastic.” Superhero smirked, rolling his sleeves up slightly. 

Every hit managed to jostle his shoulder, no matter where he was hit. Superhero left him ungagged this time, delighting in every scream he managed to get from Villain. No amount of begging managed to dissuade Superhero, if anything it only prolonged the torture. After nearly 30 minutes of this, Superhero finally left Villain alone, leaving him hanging so he could easily see every new bruise and cut that littered his torso. His legs had been the brunt of far less than his torso, yet they were still speckled with bruises of varying colors. Eventually, Superhero came back in, far calmer, and let Villain down for the night. 

Superhero left Villain alone for another period of time, the time itself irrelevant to Villain, but heartbreaking to Hero. 

Eventually, Superhero returned and once again strung Villain up by their wrists. “I feel like something’s going to go down.” Superhero had said, frenzied while gagging and blinding Villain. “I don’t know when, but I feel like the villain’s of this city are up to no good, so unfortunately, I’m going to be too busy for you for a bit.” Villain whimpered, terrified about being put into a state of sensory deprivation for an unknown amount of time. “Oh don’t worry dear,” Superhero grabs Villain by the chin, “I’ll stop in every couple of days to give you a break okay?” Tears begin to roll down Villain’s face as heavy headphones find their way onto his ears. 

True to his word, Superhero stopped by every couple of days. He would take the headphones off and tell Villain about what he had been up to the past couple of days, then inject him with some kind of drug. Then repeat again and again and again. In total, Villain thinks he came in every 4 or so days for nearly two weeks. 

Then he remembers feeling the cell door swing open, practically the only sensation he knew to expect when Superhero came to visit. The only indicator, or warning, that Villain was no longer alone always sent shivers down his spine. In spite of the fact he couldn’t hear, Villain still tried to beg Superhero to let him down. He whimpered as he could feel someone standing in front of him. A quiet picking noise filled the room, then Villain felt himself fall, only to be caught by strong arms and be gently lowered to the ground. The noise happened again, then his ankles felt freed. Slowly the blindfold, gag and headphones are removed from his face. Bright light blinded him until they were barely adjusted. He opened his eyes and saw the lights illuminating the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. 

“H-help.” His voice cracked, it’d been nearly a week since Superhero had last given him water. 

“Can you walk?” The man asked, resulting in Villain shaking his head. 

“S-Sorry.” 

“Hey, nothing to be sorry about. Can I carry you?” 

Villain doesn’t know why he trusted this man, but he found himself nodding anyway. “W-Who are you?” 

Villain barely heard the man start to respond before passing out in his arms.

[kariachi]

A while back I posited the idea of an au where Kev nor Argit joins Team Tennyson and instead show up for that 'informing the heroes' scene of The Purge.

Yeah I wrote what leads up to that.

~~

His first thought, as he nudged one of the paralyzed bodies with his foot, was how lucky these bastards were to have shown up while Kevin was out. Sweet as he was, he took to bloodshed a lot easier than Argit did.

The second thought was that this answered a world of questions. How many people, families, had vanished in the past several days? Other members of the community looking over their shoulders like there were predators about. Whispers of people being threatened. Everyone he’d seen or spoken to had been keyed up- fuck, so had he.

Fucking knights had been lucky not to get quilled on sight, just to be safe. Though maybe Argit had been the lucky one. After all, they weren’t talking like this, and at least if someone had a weapon aimed at you you could maybe get a why. Even if that why coiled in his gut like poison.

‘Alien scum’, ‘leave or die’, they’d rambled. It wasn’t anything surprising, coming from them, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear. Didn’t stop it burning his throat and chest as the pieces fell into place. That these assholes had, at best, been threatening the local alien population to leave the planet. At worst, how many of those missing people were dead?

It wasn’t low numbers, either- as he began dragging people out the door his mind worked through what it knew. Several of those missing’d had access to ships, he would assume until proven otherwise most of them were okay and had skipped out rather than take the risk. More didn’t have access to jackshit. With any luck most if not all of them had gone to ground, but Kevin had always been the one of them more likely to get his hopes up.

He’d heard the first rumors, four days ago? And his ears turned like the weather so odds were there wasn’t anything much further back. It wasn’t all that long, but still far too damn much time for this to have been going on. There wasn’t any surprise that people as a whole weren’t fighting back, most anyone left who didn’t have an easy out was soft, with children to think of or old enough to know they wouldn’t win a fight against an armed group. But there was a fucking Plumber base in the area. They were useless, he’d known that from birth, but the most ostentatious assholes on the planet were out there threatening to if not straight up killing folks (he’d liked some of those people-) and they were where?

Fuck, the biggest hero in the galaxy lived in the area, where the fuck was he?

Sending the first knight off the upper walkway- a fifteen, twenty-foot drop was still better than they deserved- Argit was struck with the roiling thought, under the anger, the fear, and annoyance, that someone was going to have to do something about all this.

~~

“I don’t like it,” Kevin said, not so firmly that he wasn’t still driving, but with a tension to his shoulders and jaw.

“I know,” Argit said from the other seat, fingers tapping on the arm, “but we don’t know how many of these fuckers we’re dealing with, there’s not time to do shit the safe way, and these fuckers need to be doing their damn jobs.” Kevin huffed.

“Knew Tennyson’d turn out to be a dipshit.”

“Bullshit you did.” Talking helped keep him calm, especially when it was Kevin. An anxious mind still ran at a mile a minute, but there were safety rails at least. “You’re just sour and we both know it.” The same as they both knew how this had to end. Argit may have wanted to skip out with nearly every fiber of his being, but those two or three left were hardy bastards, and Kevin was the better person out of the two. Someone had to do something, and so far it seemed like they were the list.

“You just stay in the ship,” Argit continued, “if I can’t talk him into doing his job, you come out and put him back in his place.” Snorting a laugh that didn’t have half the humor he preferred, Kevin flashed a forced smile.

“Sometimes I almost think you like me for my wit and good looks, then I remember.” Argit smiled back, at least as tense.

“My favorite little force multiplier.”

~~

There was no way Argit could have made himself care when Kevin set them down between the Tennysons and some other criminal. One little escape of some random shmuck didn’t matter when innocent people were dying.

He took a bit of pride in how he could almost hear his mother’s derisive snort.

Rolling his shoulders, forcing away the tightness of his muscles with the ease of a lifetime of practice, he slipped on his best business smile. Signed a quick ‘no problems’ up to Kevin before opening the hatch. The humans in question stood tense on the asphalt, wary and curious in turns as they watched him with narrowed eyes. Argit walked out and onto the road like he owned it.

“The famous Ben 10! You’ve got work to do!”

[dunk4njuggs]

I really hate and admire how I am. I'm not perfect, but I consider myself a good person. Normally, I don't have bad intentions toward people in general; I don't intend to hurt anyone, and it twists me up to think if I ever did. In any type of relationship—friendship, romantic, etc.—I always try to do things right. When those relationships are damaged, I feel guilty, and at the same time, I don't. Because I know that the fact that I never had bad intentions makes me feel at peace, and being a good person improves many areas of life.

I feel very lonely and somewhat fulfilled, even though someone has hurt me a lot, and I was warned about it. It's impossible for me to hold a grudge. To me, holding a grudge against someone who meant everything to me isn’t worth it. For me, it’s unnecessary to act like I never knew them; how could I? Sometimes I feel like I’m the problem. I just want to fix, "save" people as if I were some kind of "hero." Introverts don't need saving. I, someone stable and somewhat secure, always tend to be around or with people who aren't, because what I want is for them to feel safe and loved when they're with me. It has already happened to me more than once that this ends badly.

I really must have some kind of "hyper-empathy." I don't hate anyone; each person has their life, their problems; everyone is the way they are due to their circumstances. Of course, there are exceptions. I try to be a washing machine for those "dirty" people in a good way, but I just end up getting myself dirty. The people who leave, do they really think about the efforts and good actions I did for them? The people who leave, do they really feel just as bad about losing a relationship with me? Do they really think I had bad intentions toward them? I don't know if I deserve all that or not. I'm not some kind of God to decide whether I did right or wrong.

Again, I feel like I’m not doing things wrong, so I come to the conclusion that I only come into the lives of unstable people, and that when I show my empathy, it only causes them to distance themselves or feel overwhelmed. Those people don’t need saving; really, they choose when to change. That doesn’t mean those people are scum. It’s just that life didn’t teach them well. I will always be willing to be friends with unstable people because I like making the people I care about feel good. But it’s the worst when I get attached and end up with emotional dependency.

When you have emotional dependency, it's because you see something special in that person that you don't see in others. But if you think about it, what makes that person special compared to the others? Here’s the answer: nothing. You simply develop emotional dependency, and your world starts to revolve around that person. Personally, I enjoy it to a certain extent, though I shouldn’t. I get to the point where I accept the smallest things until there’s a piece of that person everywhere I go, in every corner of my important things. Then it becomes a priority to the point where you don’t care if it’s mutual or not. But in the end, I can’t give my colors to people who don’t want to improve and will only leave me in gray.

I wish I could find someone who could love me the way I would. Honestly, I feel like I deserve it. I’m just going to keep being who I am, though I don’t regret meeting anyone who has come into my life. In the end, I learn from it all, and it served me in some way. I think there’s only one thing left to do: continue with my life. Ultimately, I don’t need to depend on a person; I can be freer in some way. My life isn’t so bad after all; I just let myself be destabilized by other people and was only going backward on the steps I had already climbed.

I still have my problems, many of them, but fortunately, for my luck and for the sake of everyone who knows me, I learned and know that I’ll never take them out on anyone. If someone has no friends, it’s for a reason. In my case, they always think I’m looking to get something out of the friendship, but never, seriously, never will I get tired of saying that I don’t do anything with bad intentions. I’m too good a person to completely push someone out of my life, though that can be bad because in some cases, it’s necessary.

Since I really have many opportunities, after this low point, I’m going to do many more things, as I’m not going to prioritize anyone over myself. I can learn to play the guitar, continue drawing and animating, open commissions, work in some way, skate, dress well, feel better about myself, keep going to the gym, make more friends, and many more things. But obviously, I need to feel sad for a while. It’s not easy for me to lose special people, and since they really are special, it’s not something I’ll get over overnight. All I can do is thank time for its company and accept reality.

I think it will be fun to meet them again someday, but not while my happiness depends on them. Everything in life has to be reciprocal. I can’t give the moon to someone who can’t even high-five me. I have to accept that I’m incredibly sad because when I tell someone I love them, I mean it. And considering that it’s hard for someone to reach my heart, never have emotional dependency on someone. It only happened to me because, in some way, I wanted it, and I have a mix of anxious attachment, hyper-empathy, some kind of Stockholm syndrome in relationships, being overly committed, and abandonment issues. But in the end, I know and hope it’s temporary. My life has improved too much to let it decline just because of people who didn’t value what a good friend I am.

I repeat that I’m not perfect, but really, this applies to everyone: the simple fact that you do it with good intentions gives you every right to say it wasn’t your fault, without needing to believe you’re better than anyone or refusing to accept your mistakes. I’m very fortunate to be able to reflect on all of this, fully accepting that these days certain events have shattered me. And the only thing I fear is becoming a bad person because I’ve learned that it worsens your life in many ways, since it’s a fact that you get what you give at some point. Or maybe I’ll just feel more insecure around people. Probably. I just need to find peace within myself and continue with my life.

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[moonlit-ocs]

OC Bio: DC Comics

Name: Jane Murphy

Name Meaning:

Nickname(s): Janie, Murph, Murphy

Alias(es): The Framer, Detective Murphy, Officer Murphy

Occupation: GCPD Detective, “Vigilante” (Anti-Hero at best)

Alignment: lawful evil

Gender: Female

Sexuality:

Age/Birthday: 32

Height: 5’8”

Hair Color/Type/Length: Brown/Straight/Mid-Back

Eye Color: Brown

Body Markings:

Family:

Love Interest(s):

Birthplace: Gotham City

Languages: English

Skills/Powers: Detective skills, police officer skills, some forensics expertise, gun/marksmanship,

Likes:

Dislikes: Injustice

Catchphrase: “Two birds, one stone.”//“That’s crazy, I can’t believe [that person she definitely killed] died.”

Backstory: Jane Murphy, a GCPD recruit, was just another promising young woman working her way up the ranks. She excelled at her work, making honest arrests and always looking out for civilians. After being promoted to detective, she began to lose her faith in the justice system watching as more and more terrible people were acquitted of their crimes, some too heinous to speak of.

Jane realized how corrupt the system really was now that she wasn’t so naïve and willing to do everything by the book. Cops and judges and politicians all taking bribes from the Gotham underworld to continue breaking serious laws. It was disgusting to her.

With the resources available to her, criminal databases with addresses, aliases, known whereabouts, relatives, affiliations, modus operandi (mode of operating/M.O.), fingerprints and DNA, she got an idea.

First, she got the idea to take out low level street scum. People ruining lives who keep getting out to cause more harm. This didn’t draw much attention, people like that aren’t worth the time when they have so many enemies.

But she built her confidence, soon realizing that the only way to catch some attention was by going big. Big enough to cause a commotion. To make a real difference. These corrupt judges were first on her list, framing crime bosses as their killers. Two birds, one stone. Judge goes in the ground, bad guy in a cell for life—the judicial system takes care of its own—and she gets off scot-free. Not even so much as a strange look from her fellow officers, no one suspected a thing.

Now she was operating in Gotham the way she saw fit. Putting an end to the misery of the innocent by murdering the evil scum of this city. Too bad Batman was starting to catch on.

Faceclaim: Linda Cardellini

[thedoggoesed-ward]

I think I know how to fix Marcus's arc in Arcane to be more interesting.

I think if the writer's had leaned more into him being Caitlyn's foil/opposite would have made the scene on the bridge more impactful and maybe even a bit surprising.

They both are in a similar position mentally and physically at the start of their characters. Both are part of the Piltover police force and believe that the people of the undercity and the undercity itself is inherently dangerous and criminal(albit they are in different positions of power). But the main point is they are both participants of a system of oppression of the undercity and believe in the lie that justifies this.

And while Caitlyn goes through a positive character arc and realizes and reconciles with this lie and changes her worldview, Marcus does not. And with him working for Silco despite KNOWING its the morally wrong thing to do, we can't say that he doesn't do that first part; realize realize that his worldview is wrong. His fantasy of "being the hero" and blowing up Silco and himself is proof of that.

I think, that if the writers had made it look like he might go through the same character arc as Caitlyn, but then had him FAIL at it, it would have been a more impactful character.

Because he is obviously a character who wants to do good, thinks is is doing good, at the start. He thinks he's the hero and all these people in the undercity are scum and villains that he needs to punish and protect Piltover from.

He is a character that is trying to do good, but continuously fails because of who he is as a person. A coward. He is to scared to change; change his world view, to change as a person, change the status quo. He is too scared to be the hero he saw himself as in the beginning, to do the right thing.

Instead of the weak and stereotypical "oh he has a daughter and loved her she's a sweet and good kid" angle that that tried to make him more interesting, I think they should have leaned into this "tries to do good and fails" characteristic of his. I think this would have made the scene of the bridge where he pulls the gun on Caitlyn more impactful instead of just unsurprising.

It would of been him solidifying his refusal to change and do good, marking him a failed character arc. We would have been rooting for his change and character arc, and then he fails at it.

It could have actually have been a tragic mirror of Caitlyn, instead of a boring "tell my daughter" that fails to tug at the heart strings because his daughter and his relationship with his daughter just isn't interesting so we don't care.

I don't mean to say that what he is in the show is bad exactly, it works for the story and is needed in a technical sense to make the story go through the beats it does(a character who embodies the corrupted police force of Piltover, a cog that works for Silco allowing him to have his fingers in Piltover's pockets, a reason for Vi living and getting arrested). Its just the weakest part of the story as a whole, and I think they could have made it more interesting this way without changing those necessary roles he has to keep the story rolling.

I mean they clearly tried to make him more interesting with the daughter thing, but since it was so unfleshed out and under explored, it just didn't work for a lot of people, me included.

[meggigoering]

📖September 20, 2023

🦈Continuing the topic about the creature with a claim to the mind of the AFK Alfa-VTB Systema, which gloriously entered itself into my life, killing my family members, and to which, as in a corporation of monsters, my children's socks were poured up (shares in my companies, my apartments, inheritance, cars, dogs, personal belongings, etc.), I want to express my human position on one important issue.

Sometimes I wonder if everything could have gone differently in my life, and unfortunately every time life gives me new evidence that I was not given to live my life differently, because of my origin. My origin sets the direction of my whole life, and I can’t live someone else’s life. Among my relatives, I think I'm very lucky that I'm still alive so long. My heredity is bad in only one thing - almost 100% guaranteed violent death. In everything else, I am very grateful to God for being born in my family and for learning about my pedigree. Do I regret what I've lost in these few years of struggle to save my own life and life of my dogs? The question is rhetorical. All my life I've lived on the principle of "refuse to get." There were more than enough examples when following this principle led me to stunning success. It's a kind of strategy on the contrary - if you do it like everyone else, you won't survive in the red ocean. I do not regret material things, in the end, having learned that all of them were flooded  mustard gas  - I want to laugh with all my heart at those who stole them. If you consider how much and what I've lost in terms of things in the dry residue, it's a lot, but it hurts me in a completely different way. Having an absolutely amazing family (of course I'm talking about real relatives, not Orekhovskaya gang’s bastards), I actually lost the opportunity to communicate with my relatives. All my direct ancestors, who transferred me such a cumulative stock of genes, with the help of which I actually survived this nightmare, they died already. You can buy a new car, repair a house, a computer, fix all material losses. The only thing I regret, which is irreversible, is what these Orekhovo-Cocosovo bastards and their bosses did - they deprived me of communication with my family while its members were alive. I will talk to my family members never. Can you imagine what do I feel? I lost the greatest unrecoverable value - human communication with my family while it’s members were alive. The second thing that hurts me a lot is that these scums poisoned my dogs. And finally, the third is the shame with which these scum covered my family, entering into our pedigrees seashore with fake passports and forged genetic tests, like this Orekhovskaya family of parents-tourists.

At some point, I stopped being afraid of physical death. I perceive it as an inevitability that overtakes every person in due time, and which for me means reuniting with my family, which I personally never knew because everyone except me died. What feelings did I feel when I fully learned my ancestry and origin? Quite simply - the desire not to disgrace my family and live my life with dignity in accordance with the principles that my family professed. They are expressed in two words - to serve the Fatherland. The only aspiration that drives me in my projects is not to drop the honor of my ancestors and live my life in such a way as to shamelessly write my name in the history of my family on a par with my direct ancestors: heroes who created great states and performed military and personal feats. For me, this is the most important motivation - to be a worthy representative of my dynasty. Everything else is secondary.

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[familyagrestefanblog]

Putting it under "read more" to make sure OP and everyone else can ignore it:

Hmmm, on one hand im glad that this clip seems to show set up for how hypocritical and flawed alot of things in Marinette's leadership are,

But knowing the show, they never ever were above just demanding that she's right anyway

Right away, we see that Ladybug now has the whole team on speed dial and that they don't even need to be transformed to receive her notification. Meaning, Marinette just gave herself the power to take over everyone's life whenever she wants and everyone is expected to just drop whatever they did and come to her aid or else all the blame would be on THEM.

There is hope that Chat Noir for example has the same option to call Ladybug whenever he needs it, but that's incredibly unlikely.

This also clashes badly with Marinette's claim that they are all "volunteering" to be heros.

The show has went out of it's way to make sure Adrien gets it drilled into his head that he has no right to renounce his Miraculous and they even had Ladybug just order the ring back onto his finger TWICE (Kuro Neko and Kwamis Choice, and arguably London special too because she just shut him down when he tried talking to her, not caring what he feels or if he can continue doing this), overwriting his right to leave, and not even caring about why he left, what he needs, or if he wants to return. He was just declared an irrelevant crybaby who must obey more and in silence.

That couldn't possibly be further away from "voluntary". Marinette literally FORBID Chat Noir from having any choice, agency, or voice in anything. He cant be here voluntarily when she forbids him from leaving and made him out to be selfish scum when he didn't show up.

But the same point has to be asked for the others too.

Marinette to this day has never respected being told "no" by any temp hero when it happened here and there. Only ALYA was the one person Marinette was written to begrudgingly accept at the end of Strike Back that she is allowed to say no to risking her life and loved ones. But Nathaniel in Penalteam for example straight up said no and she insisted anyway. That's not volunteering. That's Ladybug playing the hero leader and guardian card and insisting until she gets her way which then happens because she's talking to kind people.

What about Sabrina who is shown in the trailer to wanting to renounce her Miraculous? Are there any circumstances anyone else, besides Alya, gets to say no to Ladybug? If not, then how is this volunteering? They didn't volunteer. Ladybug chose them and that's the only way you can get a Miraculous.

And did anybody volunteer for Ladybug to take over their private lives like this? Did she ask for consent? For anyone's opinion on the matter?

Cause the new full time heros deciding to suit up themselves like Ladybug and Chat Noir (and Rena) did, is one thing. Ladybug giving herself the power to be able to spam notify you as civilian until you give in is not a voluntary decision anymore. That's a boss who thinks the only boundaries that matter are her own and everyone else is just a pawn in her arsenal that she's owed to have cause she wants it.

[zephrunsimperium]

It takes a very special kind of strength to spend three decades working on something you can barely comprehend just to bring back someone who didn’t treat you as well as they should.

What kills me is just how uncertain everything would have been. Stan had frighteningly little information to go off of, yet staggeringly unshakable faith. The way he talks to himself while he’s working on it just twists my soul about because he has no idea what’s going to happen when he turns the portal on. He has no idea if Ford is even still alive and I think at this point, the idea of all his work being for nothing would actually destroy him.

Imagine if Ford didn’t come through the portal. The implication that you spent 30 years on something and it didn’t mean anything, that you probably killed the only person who ever believed in you because you’re just That Incompetent and they were all right about you, you were never going to amount to anything because you are the scum of the earth, you are nothing more than a Stan Co. knock off of the real thing and even though you deserve every bad thing that’s happened, it just hurts and the fact that no one cares makes it that much worse.

Ford calls Stan a hero, but I worry that that epithet is too vague to really impact him. Because sure, Stan may have untold trauma from living in the dregs of society, but Ford has blood splattered journals and a rivalry with a demon. That’s what heroes look like. They don’t look like tired old charlatans who run a tourist trap.

But strength - especially the kind of strength it must have required for Stan to even get up every morning - isn’t always flashy or even visible. Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is continue to love when the world has given you absolutely no reason to.

[samgirl98]

Cain and Abel Wept 9/?

Hey guys, sorry for not updating sooner. I'm applying for new jobs, and depression has hit me like a wrecking ball. So, in order to not experience burnout, I have decided to just update once or twice a week. Thanks for understanding

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The US Looking to Start an Interdimensional War

Metahuman Rights Under Attack

By: Lois Lane

METROPOLIS, June 20, 20XX—the United States passed a law two years ago that could start an interdimensional war and violate the rights of metahumans and aliens.

During Alexander (Lex) Luthor’s presidency, many laws were passed that endangered people, metahumans, and aliens and threatened their lives. Now, a new revelation has come to light about another danger that Lex Luthor has put humanity through, the risks of an interdimensional war.

During his presidency, Luthor signed a supposedly good bill for the environment. However, the Anti-Ecto Acts Laws were passed in that law, stating that any ectoplasmic being is not considered sapient or sentient. Among other horrors, these acts allow government-sanctioned kidnappings and experimentation of these beings.

“No one thought to ask or even observe us. We call ourselves ghosts; they call us post-human consciousness scum,” said Phantom, the young hero of Amity Park. “I have tried to keep both humans and ghosts safe, but it’s come to the point where ghosts are more in danger of the GIW—the Ghost Investigation Ward, who are Government sanctioned ghost hunters—so I decided to contact the Justice League.”

The young ghostly hero was able to contact Batman on June 18th, 20XX.

“It wasn’t easy,” Phantom continues to say, “Amity is a black zone due to the GIW, and getting information out or in is hard. That’s why I had to leave. The United States Government is declaring war on the inhabitants of the Infinite Realms—where ghosts reside—and if we don’t intervene, we can have a full-scale war where both sides will lose millions, if not more. I doubt the rest of the world wants a war because of the stupidity of one country.”

The Anti-Ecto Acts also begs the question: if we can declare a whole species of beings as non-sentient or sapient, what’s stopping the United States Government from repealing and turning against metahumans and aliens?

Danny felt nervous as he read the article. It had to be done for the good of the Realms and the human world.

Now if he could only be as decisive toward how he would handle his relationship with Damian.

Danny sighed. He never felt as overwhelmed as he did then, not even when a floating eyeball appeared in his room and declared him the new King of the Infinite Realm on his 16th birthday.

Ancients, why were feelings so hard?

He should talk to Jazz again. Danny frowned at the clock that read 3:15 am.

Well, maybe when she woke up.  

Danny was grateful that Bruce had called his parents instead of talking to him directly. After Batman met with the rest of the Justice League, a plan was formed.

First, they would publish an article in the Daily Planet about the Anti-Ecto Acts (thankfully, they had allowed Danny to keep out that he was also the Ghost King). They would put pressure on the UN to condemn the United States’ actions after, hopefully, getting public support. Then, Danny would show up, announce he was the Ghost King, and be a bridge between the Infinite Realms and the human world.

It was a simple plan, but so much could go wrong.

The GIW could find him and eliminate him before he could go in front of the UN. The GIW could let the more feral ghosts out and have them attack cities; the GIW could…Danny felt tears on his cheeks.

He was too young for this, too inexperienced.

Danny had been raised to be the heir to the Demon’s Head, but this was on a whole other level. Leading a cult was less terrifying than leading and protecting an entire realm with billions upon billions of inhabitants.

He wished he could talk to someone who would understand what it felt like to have the weight of leadership on their shoulder he wanted…he wanted his brother. He wanted Dami…

“Screw it,” Danny picked up the phone and texted his baby brother. He was allowed to be selfish.

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Damian woke up to the chime of his phone. He glared at it blearily.

Then he saw it was from Danny.

He immediately woke up and got changed.

Come over. Bring Jason with you. It’s time we talked.

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Jason had just gotten out of the shower after a long night out on patrol when he heard a knock.

He took out a gun and opened the door only to find his youngest brother. He put away the gun.

“What do you want, baby bat? This better be important, I was just about to go to sleep.

“Danny wants to meet with me, but wants you to come, too.”

Jason blinked in surprise, “Why? It’s not like we talked much.”

Jason ignored the fact that he had felt a connection with the teenager.

He’s the King of the Ghosts. Does that make him my king?

Jason ignored that question for the time being and shoved it deep in his mind.

“I don’t know, Jason, but please, can you just, please come with me?”

Damian looked at Jason with big, pleading, wet eyes, and he knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“Let me just get my helmet.”

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An hour after sending the text, Danny heard a motorcycle coming down the road.

He took a deep breath (ignore the feel of steel in your chest, Danny.) and got up to meet his baby brother.

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Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

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You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

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You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

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One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

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“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

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Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

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“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

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They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

 “Y/n…”

 Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

   “I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

  The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

 “Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

 “Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

 “you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.