#and the villain behind it all is a piece of cake

[darc-la-farse]

Lou and Zac did a great job playing divorced characters

[thethingsiwouldvedone]

I love isekai stories with Reader inserts but 👀👀👀

Readers who the main characters only find interesting because they've completely flipped as a person and just give top energy 24-7 so hard they've lk began to become somewhat of an icon in the kingdom.

Villainous character (isekai'd Reader) who instead of plotting, opts to get drunk with their advisor and knights in the slums. Instead of attending the ball that the main character ends up stealing the spot light Reader is on the other side of the city telling people that they'll give a gold piece for each rotation someone can complete while upside down on their head. (They've got the civilians break dancing in the street while the main characters are lk awkward and bored having no villain to push them all together.) They don't have time to make others' lives messy while trying to balance the shit they end up getting themselves into. Cue scene of black out drunk Reader falling asleep in some random cart (it ended up being up a box), and shipped to a foreign country. Cue traveling crew to panic about the fact they've kidnapped an important figure. Cue Reader slowly putting the lid back on the box much too hungover to deal with anything at the moment.

Shy Meak Prince/ess character(honestly a non royal character would go so hard) (isekai'd Reader) who suddenly begins to go missing every now and again and one day disappears altogether. The kingdom thinks they've been captured or worse but in reality they have a hard time falling asleep and opt to fall asleep next to a creek not knowing that venturing into the forest meant attracting the attention of beasts and monsters that lurked. Is Reader scared, fuck no? This is they're fucking moment, bitch grew up on how to train your dragon, this is their fucking moment. Enter Reader returning after a week. Mostly fine, a few nips, and bruises. Hair a mess and dirt caked but what really shocked people were the not one but two mystical beasts following closely behind them. (Or they just reappear. Nobody knows anything about the beasts as Reader tries to hide their newly made friends from the other characters).

Tailor/Seamstress/or? (Isekai'd Reader) who's blunt as hell and with horrible brain rot from their own world and just opts to not speak in the presence of others. Others think of them as just a wise and mysterious character with an excellent set of skills for design and fashion. Enter the mind reading character who's just absolutely shook about the absolute unfiltered filth that is coming from the reader as they get fitted for an upcoming ball.

[slowd1ving]

TALES OF A DISGRUNTLED CORVID ⁺ 　 . MOZE

Quite frankly, you've been assigned an absolute loser (unaffectionate) to work with after your dramatic exit from the Intelligentsia Guild. Whoever said this guy was too silent was wrong, as he verily proves himself as the bane of your existence with his ceaseless yapping. art credits to @code_tesseract on x!! and tagging @ilovechuuy4 as requested :3 pairings: moze + male cryptologist reader (will be part of a series methinks) warnings: male reader, mentions of assassination? may be a touch ooc since this is pre-release writing unfortunately, lowkey crack fic, pre relationship, business partnership of hating each other wc: 1.9k

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

There’s never a dull day when a certain Shadow Guard is your partner for an assignment. Truly, your life always sparkles brilliantly when the information pings on your Jade Abacus; without fail, everything gains just a bit more colour, a bit more vivaciousness. Pathetically fallacious, you might’ve described it as had you taken literature classes: mood hued with such dynamic chromaticity that you fear you might explode into little prismic rainbows. Always such a bundle of joy to be geminate with him. 

“Must you be so… disorganised?”

Oh, who are you kidding.

It’s always a dull day when you’re paired with Moze.

“Get out.” A particularly rude gesture materialises in your open hand as you stare at the door he practically kicked down. Apartments in this particular sector of the Xianzhou Yaoqing do not come cheap, and you half-wonder whether he’d eke out coin to console your landlord. Then, with an especially sour, lemon-like expression, you realise he would fork out his own money just to make your life more difficult. 

When you first got assigned work in the Yaoqing (read: kicked to the curb by the Intelligentsia Guild to gain real world experience), you really did expect your tenure to be plain office work. Letters, forms, public relations—these mundanities you anticipated. In fact, you would’ve relished such tedium; after decrypting endless scientific formulae and pondering your mysterious tomes, engaging in bureaucratic matters would be a piece of cake! A little treat for your weary eyes—if you closed them, you could still see faint imprints of equations in the theatre of your mind. 

But what you hadn’t factored into your (ahem) calculations was just how sharp the Arbiter-General Feixiao was: just how passionate she was about pursuing Abominations and ruthlessly eliminating them, just how frank and swift the Madam General was. You also forgot that out of all the flagships, the Yaoqing were one of the most militarily driven. A blunder most fatal. 

“Thy talents would be wasted in the mere administrative wing,” Feixiao gesticulated. “Come, child, put thy brain and brawn to use and track down these villainous curs most evil.”

“Goodness, Madam General!” you’d cried out pitifully. “My heart is thine for the keeping!”

Or something like that. Actually, it may have not all been like that. 

After all, you were kicked out (temporarily! temporarily!) partly due to your penchant for delivering heart-rendering performances to your professors to avoid taking on their extra work. Such moving renditions, that they had to let you go lest you broke their bleeding hearts. Had you known you’d be working in the shady corners of intelligence and decryption, you would’ve kowtowed to the Guild for utmost forgiveness. Probably. 

When your path first overlapped with the Shadow Guards’, you honestly couldn’t give two hoots about the rumours that followed silently behind their own noiseless steps. Your ears had perked somewhat at the gossip your colleagues threw back and forth—though, who could blame you. The job was no fun!

Weirdo with the crow feathers, they’d murmured. He’s so quiet. What a reticent chap. 

Of course, you’d disagree, and perhaps tack on a loser to the descriptions of Moze. You’d disagree not with the ‘weirdo’, but rather with the quiet and reticent adjectives—partly because he really does need to shut up more. 

And he needs to stick to his rumours more. If this loner’s made it a point to not work with people, then why oh why did the honourable Madam General decide your ancient science and study complemented his shady skillset? And why oh why does he never refuse her request? (You’ve conveniently forgotten how you always fold when it comes to her.) You’ve always worked alone too, for as long as you can remember; decoding the ancient equations in ruins and solving their gimmicky puzzles using your boundless wits is a job for one. 

As it stands, the people he investigates, the work he takes care of, sometimes intrudes into the realm of questionable rituals and summonings the Abominations and their ilk oft partake in. Thus do you find your career verging into some gruesome form of forensics as you stare down what would commonly be considered a murder scene: sigils and ancient alchemical algebra staring right back at you. He deals with the human aspect of intelligence: the psychology, the crime, the covert espionage. You deal with the technical fallout: the analysis of antique sciences is your specialty, after all. This has culminated in a begrudging partnership where both parties wish nothing more than to leave it. 

A business relationship, of sorts, founded on the mutual dislike (a weak description) of each other. 

“No.” He doesn’t budge from where he leans against the doorframe, but he does have the decency to swing the door closed behind him. Yet, it’s not out of any respect for the hallowed sanctity of your abode, but more because he’s sooo Mysterious and Aloof that none of your neighbours are allowed to view his visage. 

“You are—” a quick glance at your watch proves your point. For someone obsessed with keeping tidy, he sure does have messy time management. “—eighteen minutes too early.”

“And you still aren’t ready,” he counters, pointedly eyeing the loose shirt and comfortable cotton trousers slung over your hips. You yawn, tired already from his yapping. He’s been compared to a crow for as long as you’ve been here—and perhaps far longer—but to you he’s always been more like a little dog. Yap. Yap. Yap. 

This is precisely why I don’t work with others, you can almost taste his words—his thoughts. 

“You are currently the biggest hindrance to my getting ready,” you grimace. Casting a quick glance over his intricate garb, it’s no wonder he feels getting ready is such a lengthy endeavour: all straps and buckles and tough layers that makes him the walking fortress he is. “I’ll be on time.”

He doesn’t reply: laconic only when he acknowledges your point as unequivocally right, which is seldom. 

“Are you going to keep staring?” you snap as you sling the worn shirt from your body. Beneath the soft clothes is muscle hard-won through your frequent collaborations with the Armed Archaeologists in the Guild: days filled with more sparring and their stupid callisthenics than actually finding ruins. 

“Do you have to dress right here?” he counters, but it’s a futile argument—this apartment is barely big enough for you as it stands. Currently, he’s situated by the doorway, but you’re on the unseen boundaries of the living room and the tiny kitchen. Beyond is your bedroom and miniscule bathroom, of which neither have enough space to move comfortably to change. And you certainly aren’t going to sacrifice your comfort to appease his poor eyes; he’s seen worse for sure. Though, you doubt he’s ever seen a naked body that wasn’t in the context of assassination and the anatomy classes you know he’s meticulously attended for his shady work. Surreptitiously, you snicker at the thought: that there aren’t any lovers lined up for this weirdo. 

You toss the garment onto your couch, precisely because you know he’s grinding teeth over it; and there’s that tell-tale click of molar against molar. You even whistle a bit as you untie the neat bow holding your trousers to your hips; the fabric pools on the floor, and you don’t make any move to pick it up. 

There it is. His glower—red-hot and piercing through the flesh and sinew of your back—is heavy in this small space. What you don’t see, however, is how his eyes flicker briefly across your body, down the firm step of your legs as you step out of the trousers. Out of context, watching muscle ripple and twist as you strip forces crimson to seep into his face. This is an implication he’s absolutely disgusted with—with you. 

“If you have any more input as to what I do in my home, you’re welcome to pay my rent first,” you finally deign to reply, rummaging in the dresser in your hallway—which he knows has never been neat with all the clothes spilling from the edges. His eye twitches. 

“You’re an incorrigible man,” he retorts, carmine flush now from irritation rather than anything else. Irritation from the beginning, because it was never anything else. 

“Wow,” you blink, weighing your options between shirt A and shirt B. The cherry-red with straps, or the Prussian blue with straps, you muse, holding the shirts against your beloved grey cargoes. “You sound exactly like my professor. Same adjective and everything.”

When it comes to shameless people, there comes the very real risk of insults being nullified by the insulted through them simply agreeing. 

“No wonder the Guild kicked you out.” As you’re pulling the scarlet fabric over your head, you pause—it seems he’s finally hit a nerve. There’s a rare smile toying with his lips at the victory: one he doesn’t notice, but ghosts across his face nonetheless.

Now, there are many things you could reply to that with. Such as, did your parents give you a reason when they abandoned you? Nay, that is too low of a blow. No wonder you don’t have any friends. But he probably grapples with that bitter reality each morning, gnashing his teeth and beating his chest. 

“Bold of you to speak of being unwanted,” you comment matter-of-factly. Both insults it is then, wrapped neatly into an ambiguous tale of these eight words. His smile fades. 

With a slight gasp, you finally wrangle the tight material on—it’s armour, after all, a specific textile development by the Yaoqing for the protection of civilians and tourists alike, though you aren’t considered a tourist by your special work-abacus-plaque. It fits snugly against you: straps for knives sit tight against your forearms, while the harness that provides extra support for your torso rests neatly beneath your chest. The garb’s almost like a compression shirt from your home planet, except the Yaoqing has far more violent uses for it. 

“Didn’t Guard Zhí reject you?” He bites out, and it takes a minute for you to realise he’s talking about Zhí Hua, the best friend you’d made on the flagship—and your Shadow Guard drinking buddy. 

“Huh?” Dumbfoundedly, you pause in doing the buckles on your trousers, losing far more time than you’d bargained for. “A-hua is my friend.”

The diminutive doesn’t go unnoticed, which rankles him far more than falling prey to the rumour about you and his fellow Guard. No, both rankle him—likely because hearing about a workplace romance about you just disgusts him in general. 

“Pfft,” you snort out, finally done with the laborious task of adjusting the materiel and various other gadgets attached to your body. “I have got to tell her about this. Who knew your ability to gather information would be stopped by a rumour?”

The tightness in his chest lessens somewhat. 

“Besides, everyone already knows my heart belongs to the Madam General,” you sigh, clasping your hands to your chest in a dreamy gesture. It’s an ongoing joke: you professing your deep adoration of Feixiao after she gives you a pay raise for putting up with the so-called ‘reticent’ Moze. “Woah, what’s with the sour look?”

“Gross,” he mutters. 

As you step near the doorway to grab your boots, you lean into his space mockingly: and he recoils back in even more revulsion. 

“Of course, you wouldn’t know.” You pat his shoulder once, condescendingly, then promptly slip your heavy boots off the shelf. “Since there’s no one who loves you.”

And his glare as you shuffle your shoes on is poignant. 

 ₊  ⋆   ☾

[hazelsmirrorball]

Vampire

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Villain!Fem Reader 

Summary: Dick Grayson manipulated the upcoming strongest villain in gotham to fall for his plans. 

warnings: angst. English is not my main language

a/n: inspired by Olivia Rodrigos's Vampire. Hope you enjoy!

[MASTERLIST]

Six months. 

In and out. 

It was supposed to be that simple or at least that’s what Dick Grayson thought. All he had to do was create a fake persona and gain one of the most powerful villains in Gotham trust. He didn’t doubt his capability of pulling her in with his charm. They didn’t call him a womanizer for nothing. He was confident that the six months with (V/N) was going to be a piece of cake. But as the months passed by he didn’t know when the fake feelings towards her started to become real. It hurt him, it hurt him badly. He knew how things were going to end, yet when the sixth month came around he took her in.  Now there she was, behind the cells of Arkham Asylum wishing Nightwing was dead. 

Y/n L/n was a smart and hardworking girl. She thought of every possibility that could happen before she made a plan. That’s what got her on top of Gothams City Crime list. Every vigilante had their eyes on her and she lived for attention. But when Dick Grayson came around looking for a henchman position she agreed. Too quickly for her liking. Dealing with destroying Gotham all by herself was hard. Maybe having Dick on her side would make things easier. 

So she began giving him stupid tasks like making him clean her room or taking out the trash. But as the first months  started to pass by, Dick had more responsibility in her life. He started giving his opinion on little plans or even going on the field to beat batman with her. Dick was quick and Y/n liked that. When she noticed how Dick had taken Batman down, she knew he was someone she could trust. 

But now being locked up for seven months made her think about what happened. How she let her guard down and how Dick took advantage of her trust. Y/n used to think she was smart  but Dick made her look so naive. She was looking at everything through rose colored glasses. Sadly if you see everything through rose colored glasses you can't see the red flags. 

She let her guard down, she had to admit that at the end of the six months she was head over heels over the man. But she knew everything was an act. Her feelings towards Dick started when he defended her against the “mighty” batman. But what made her stomach turn was when she found out he was actually Nightwing, Batman's ex prodigy. The guy she had fallen for was a traitor. Six months. The way Dick had sold her  for parts. Six months of torture where Dick sold her for a forbidden paradise.

Everyone knew. 

Every Vigilante 

Every Superhero 

Every Psychopathic villain 

As Dick Grayson's reputation ascended to the world, Y/n reputation was already in a grave. Everyone had warned her. All her friends had told  her if she always worked alone without a problem why adding someone now to the mix? When you are successful. Y/n brushed it off but deep down she knew It was weird that Dick didn’t have a criminal record on him. Out of nowhere he wanted to be a criminal? A villain? That wasn’t something that would come out of nowhere. She should’ve known he was too perfect to be true. But when she tried calling Dick out he just shrugged it out. 

“Come on, V/n! We’ve been partners for a while now. I haven’t done anything to rat you out. I just want to help. Not every villain has to have an insane origin story. Your so-called friends are just waiting for your downfall. They are just crazy.” Dick replied as he cleaned a brush from Y/n’s arm. She nodded as She looked at his eyes, smiling softly. 

“Yeah, they are just crazy” 

Dick wasn’t wrong. They were praying for her downfall. But what she didn’t know was that her downfall was caused by the one that was telling her not to worry. 

Everyone laughed at her. The supposed strongest uprising villain fell for the basics. The respect she had fought so hard to get was slipping through her hands. She was about to enter The legion of doom status but now she wasn’t even in rookie status. She wouldn’t be taken seriously anymore. V/n became a joke and all thanks to Dick Grayson. Because  she knew she made some really big mistakes. But Dick made the worst one look fine. 

 Y/n should've known it was strange, he would only come out at night and when Y/n searched for him to do normal things he was nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t fathom how he was so convincing. How could he lie without flinching? It was like deep down he did have it in him. A mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill. A true heart of a villain. 

She didn’t have any hope. In Arkham, all she did was exist doing her normal routine. Getting deeply insulted by everyone that came her way. So when her usual routine was broken by someone escorting her to a private room to talk. She had hoped that someone decided to break her out. But as she entered the small smirk on her lips fell as she glared at the boy in front of her. 

Disdain. 

“It’s nice seeing you again” Nightwing said as he sent a small smile her way as he tapped his hands against the metal table. 

Y/n sat on the chair as she felt Dick’s gaze on her. She looked up at him and leaned in, stopping when her face was a few inches away. 

“You are pretty brave of showing up here after locking me up, asshole” Y/n replied through gritted teeth as Dick sent her a cocky little grin. 

“Well, I missed you too. It's really nice to see you're okay” He replied as he got a little closer towards her. 

“Okay? You’ve made my life a living hell these past months and then you have the decency to show up and laugh in my face.” Y/n replied as she slammed her cuffed hands against the table making an echo throughout the empty room. 

“It’s not my fault you decided to take this route. This is what happens when you break the law. You get your liberty taken away from you” Dick replied nonchalantly as he moved away resting back on the chair and resting his hands behind his head. 

“You know, if your plan was to make a mockery of me. I already have to deal with that on a daily basis so please do me a favor and fuck off” 

“Come on! I came all the way here to see how my favorite girl is doing. I had an offer for you” Dick replied as she raised an eyebrow off. 

‘What are you even talking about?” She replied, clearly annoyed, waiting for this visit to be over. She was preferring a million times to see the Riddler making a stupid joke about her.  

“I need your help. You clearly miss your freedom. So in exchange for that I’ll give you  a chance. You help me out on a mission and you’ll be free” He replied like it was the simplest thing in the world. 

“Since when do those a stupid little birds have so much power?” She replied, laughing sarcastically at him. Dick rolled his eyes as he placed papers in front of her. 

“I don’t. But Batman does and we need your intel on everything. So if you help out you’ll get your cut. I would take it if I were you.  He doesn’t usually work with criminals, "he replied, tapping the paper in front of her. 

“Well he works with you on a daily basis so I can’t tell the difference.” Y/n replied dryly as she pushed the paper away. 

“Is this or rooting away in Gotham” Dick replied, taking the papers slowly. 

“I prefer rooting in hell than working for the devil himself” 

“Y/n. Hear me out, I care for you and I don’t want someone I love to root in this place. So please take it. I’m not going to ask again” 

Love? Dick said love, but wouldn't that be hard? He can't love anyone, Because that would mean he had a heart. As much as Y/n wanted to say no deep down she knew she couldn’t get revenge on Nightwing if she was locked in Gotham so this was her only chance at the moment. The perfect way to get Dick back. Playing his own little game, getting his trust and then stabbing him on the back. 

“Fine. But it’s because I can’t deal with the Joker anymore” 

“Well, it’s nice that you finally picked the right side. This time we will be good partners.” 

Oh Nightwing, you’re fucked.

[MASTERLIST]

[goodolddumbbanana]

[Superhero au] Pre Dazzle - Ur... You make him cry, boss

Warning: Solar get ties up.

“You know, Eclipse, we should stop ending our confrontation like this. With me in the sky without a scratch and you writhing at my feet like a worm that needs to be torn apart.”

Yellow glinted from SUN’s blue glasses, almost in contrast to Solar’s ​​already ashen-colored hoodie. A wrong decision, a subjective judgment that had separated Solar from his group. Moon was still too busy scattering civilians, and Lunar was still struggling with SUN’s henchman. He was alone here, as usual, being the punching bag for this asshole.

A loud explosion made Solar frown. Half of SOlar’s ​​systems had shut down, unable to withstand the impact. His ​​internal systems were also plastered with yellow icons, as the incessant notifications of urgent need for repairs rang out deafeningly.

Fine dust formed a mist that curled in the air, as the smell of burning plastic and soot condensed together noxiously, with the crackling of the rubble surrounding Solar.

The malicious mockery could be tasted in SUN's eyes, as they drew closer, the pleasant ringing of their footsteps, the way they stared at Solar's body that was almost paralyzed, the result of that bastard wondering what would happen if they just plugged in the various wires in the circuit board behind his head, after they dunked him in the water.

“I mean, aren't you tired?”

The voice was too gentle, as if they were genuinely concerned for Solar's well-being. It made his finger marks dig deep into the ground, leaving long holes as he raised his insolent eyes to the villain hovering high in the sky, his throat cutting with searing pain.

“Aren’t you allergic for shut the fuck up?”

Solar growled, his throat aching, feeling like a few pebbles had gotten stuck in the screws moving inside him, as the attacks he had suffered from SUN a few minutes ago had left no mercy in their aftermath.

“Hmm…” The villain just tilted his head, his fingers flicking Solar’s ​​rays. A snap of his lips was heard as they said ‘Nope!’ 

The movements were almost too fast for Solar to react, as they giggled, lifted him up by the neck, and slammed him into a nearby wall.

Bricks flew out, causing the world in front of Solar to spin. The sharp pieces hitting his face were not as painful as SUN’s annoying voice. A few of his rays had cracked in half, black oil splattered all over his shirt.

“You don’t understand, the moon killed my brother.”

SUN’s fake joke was so empty that Solar felt disgusted. He felt like an ant, a toy in SUN’s hands, only alive because they were bored.

This time too, they only managed to save the world, because SUN was busy arguing with his henchmen and forgot to focus on their plan to blow up the moon.

Solar didn’t understand, and didn’t want to understand, with SUN’s power, whether he destroyed or dominated the world, it was all a piece of cake. But they were still here, with their unrealistic and ridiculous plans, as if they just wanted to play, as if they just wanted to dip their hands in blood and lick it like a cat just wanting to play with its prey.

They just wanted to spread agony and suffering, and they didn’t care whose life they took, as long as it was fun.

And in those empty, cruel eyes, there was no one but themselves.

“So, tell me Eclipse, what should I do with you?”

SUN’s voice again. They hummed, the bells clanging along their steps. There was something extremely eye candy, the way their crimson robes undulated as if they were alive, flexibly hugging SUN's slender body like a cat's tail.

The sunset cast a burnt orange glow over SUN’s face. They sat down, tilting their heads to look at him, their hands roughly grasping his rays, forcing him to look at them properly. Still as splendid and intact as ever, without a trace of worldly dust, with the mocking and indifferent look of a god from another world. Their minds always seemed to be lost somewhere, with a distorted look as if they only saw him, and this world as numbers, inanimate objects.

As if they were the only ones who existed here.

They still spoke so nonchalantly.

"You ruined my plan, you even injured my minions. I should have blown you up, or just made your death so slow, you would beg me to put you out of your misery.”

SUN whispered into Solar’s ​​ear, their voice was soft, too gentle and sweet as their hands squeezed Solar’s ​​shoulder blades, causing the metal to almost dent inward.

“But I’m feeling merciful today, so… Why don’t you sleep for a while, huh, Hero?”

Light exploded before Solar’s ​​eyes. A searing pain shot through his body, leaving him unable to react, only to convulse and collapse to the ground. Everything became too blurry, and what remained in SOlar’s ​​memory, was SUN’s hateful crescent smile.

—-

Tick… ​​Tok…

Solar didn’t know if it was the steady ticking of the clock, or the buzzing, fan-like sound that woke him up.

Where the hell was he? Just a few minutes ago he was still in the square, then–

Ah…

Solar grimaced, a terrible pain that seemed to crack his circuit board in half, pushing the jammed data to Solar’s ​​CPU.

Everything flashbacks to his eyes. 

The plan went wrong, he was separated from Moon and Lunar, and was knocked out by SUN.

And he woke up here… Where was this?

Everything was dark, hazy. It smelled like detergent, and the dampness was stagnant as if he were in a bathroom. He tried to get up but was immediately pulled back. It seemed like his neck was chained. The wire pressed against Solar’s ​​shoulder.

For a moment, Solar was terrified, thinking that SUN had finally gouged his eyes out or done something to negate his abilities to such an extreme degree.

But luckily, that wasn't the case. His eyes were just covered, felt rough like tape. And what was even more uncomfortable was that he was tied up.

Solar didn't know what the hell SUN had done, but his entire body was tied to the ground, making him unable to move at all. Solar's two hands were tied together and coiled with iron chains behind his back, while his ankles were all jingling as if the steel wires were being coiled together.

Rubbing against the wall, he realized that the chain was quite long, and based on the feeling from his rail, the end of the chain seemed to be fixed to the wall.

Solar tried to stand up, but only caused the chains to get tangled together and made him fall over. The black dust and oil stuck to Solar's palms, making him frown unconsciously in disgust.

‘Calm down Solar, first you need to figure out where you are.’ 

Solar gritted his teeth to calm himself down. He couldn’t be so desperate, if SUN kept him alive, maybe they needed Solar for something. He just needs to have hope.

Now he needs to think of a plan to escape. 

Diagnosing himself internally, he breathed a sigh of relief when none of his functions were too badly damaged. His battery was still at 54 percent, still not too bad, enough for him to think of a way to escape. And now, Solar needed to focus on his surroundings.

Took a deep breath, he curled up against the vertical wall, then tried to adjust his hearing to the highest possible level.

Tok… Tak…

They were probably on water, judging from the crashing sound he heard. The pungent smell of detergent, mixed with the strong iron smell of blood and oil, filled his nostrils. The steady, occasional clicking of the keyboard. Solar could also vaguely hear the sound of the television in the distance—

“MIKU, WE’LL TALK ABOUT YOUR NOVEL WRITING HABITS LATER!!!! YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO WRITE ABOUT YOUR BOSS LIKE THAT!!!--” SUN’s distant shout startled Solar. When did they arrive? Solar’s ​​radar didn’t even sense anything. Just a gust of wind blew by and—

“Oh, Eclipse~~ I didn’t expect you to wake up so early—”

SUN was speaking when he stopped. Solar could vaguely feel SUN’s gaze staring at him. There was a gasp from SUN’s direction, and then his mortal enemy walked out, the sound of footsteps fading away and their shrill, angry voices.

“MIKU!!! I TOLD YOU TO TIE HIM UP!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?”

“What do you mean, Boss? Didn’t I tie him up nice and tight?” SUN’s henchman responded, her voice sounding bored, as if the anger of a villain who could turn dozens of cities into dust was a joke.

“NOT LIKE THIS!!! YOU— WHY DID YOU USE SO MANY CHAINS?!!!”

“Isn’t this supposed to be an extra session for you two? I just like making things more spicy.”

“Miku… I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill you for real this time. And I’m going to cut your head off and throw it into the blender.” SUN hissed, even without looking, Solar could feel the smoke starting to puff out from the top of SUN’s head.

“Boss, you know that’s my kink. Don’t threaten me with a good time if you will chicken out on this latter. Being crushed by a criminal… Oh daddy, thinking about it makes me—”

“STOP!! Okay… I’m sorry. I admit I was wrong. Please stop talking.”

The sound faded away. It was gratifying to see SUN miserable, but was there something wrong with the way he was tied up. Honestly, if that was Miku’s job, she did a pretty good job for a lackey.

He literally couldn’t move.

The sound of the door slamming interrupted Solar’s ​​train of thought. SUN’s irritation, even the blind could see it.

A deep breath to compose themselves, then the voice returned to its usual contemptuous sneering.

“Isn’t it embarrassing? Letting you see this.”

A cool swish around Solar’s ​​neck and arms. Suddenly, his movements became easier. His arms were still tied behind his back, but everything about him was now free to move, including his neck. “What do you want?” Solar spatted out each word, wriggling his legs to relieve the fatigue. The real question he wanted to ask was why the hell was he in this place, because usually SUN would just dump him into whatever trash pit when they got bored and just leave him to fend for himself.

Not once had they dragged him back—if he guessed correctly, their lair.

“What do I want? Hmm? Let’s see…” The bell rang once more in Solar’s ​​ears, he could feel the soft, itchy feeling of the ribbon brushing against his cheek as someone’s footsteps drew closer. “—What could I want? Guess what I could want Eclipse? Money? World domination? Escape from boredom? Haha… I, right now, just want…”

The hem of SUN’s cloak draped over his legs, the minty scent mixed with someone’s extremely clean detergent lingering near Solar’s nose.

The soft feeling and weight of a hand pressed against Solar’s ​​thigh. The mockery was disguised as an invitation, as if they were something innocent. “…to be alone.” Solar could feel the curve of their backs, as they pulled themselves closer to Solar, as if to make him feel pressured by their presence. As if to make him fear them.

The vague shadows of their hands descended.

A gentle pressure on Solar’s ​​blindfold, as their fingertips leisurely traced lines up his jaw, then slowly go down to his neck.

Slow and gentle, as if asking a child not to eat cookies before dinner.

“I want you to stop bothering me. Once and for all.”

Solar didn’t really hear what SUN said. Too used to SUN deliberately making him feel uncomfortable, he just waited patiently for them to get close enough to make his move. Time seemed to stop between the two of them as Solar slammed his head into Sun’s face. He didn’t even care if his life was in SUN’s hands or if SUN could easily snap his neck right now, he just wanted to make that bastard feel angry for as many seconds as possible.

SUN’s screams of pain and confusion as he kicked his legs forward, knocking them down sounded like music from heaven for Solar.

In a flash, he pressed his knees against the other’s stomach, pinning them down with his own body. It was ridiculous, Solar didn’t even have any breathing space, but right now, he himself was panting. He could feel his entire body trembling, as the distance between him and freedom was only a hand’s breadth.

Of course, reality came back and slapped Solar in the face.

There was a growl of thrill under his knees, and suddenly, a strong pull on his neck caused him to fall backwards.

“You like to play like that, don’t you!”

That bastard used the damn chains they had cut as weapons against Solar. They didn't even use their strength, just pure physical strength to grapple with Solar, as if there was something funny about watching him clumsily fight them with no vision and his hands tied behind his back.

"Fuck you!" Solar spat. He ignored the taste of oil in his mouth and charged forward, only to fall over due to the shortness of the chains.

"Language." SUN scolded. "Aren't you a hero? Really proves my point." SUN sighed. "You never know when to stop." They sat on Solar's back, occasionally patting his head like a dog. 

The shadow moved closer to Solar's head, as they pulled him up. They even dusted him off, removing the sharp pieces of stone he had hit while they were wrestling. Solar stiffly tried to show his glare and malicious feeling, as the other tapped on his intact ray. It was quite painful, especially with the way they pressed their rounded fingertips to the top and pulled, as if wanting to rip it off Solar's head.

"Then, I'll make you a proposal." SUN's voice was leisurely, their hands brushing against Solar's collar.

"You leave me alone, and maybe... your two little friends... will stay intact."

"What do you mean by that?" Solar was startled, raising his head. It felt like something was twisting ugly in Solar's stomach, as if it was fear.

SUN had never used this method, they always simply exploded their power to wherever they hated. But SUN was also an evil person, and with these disgusting tricks, Solar was also used to it to the point of pain.

He just never hoped SUN would lower themselves to this level.

“Hehe… How stupid do you think I am that I don’t know you’re trying to buy my time? Your little fairy and scientist have been… captured by my loyal minions.” The bell rang as SUN leaned on his shoulder in delight. Something rustled as they waved it in front of him.

“Hey Eclipse… Do you want to know what they’re doing?”

At this moment, Solar finally understood the devil with an angel’s face. They spoke so softly, so sincerely, but their words were filled with cruelty. For the first time, Solar felt fear, he half dared to listen, half refused. Anxiety writhed like a knife stabbing into his heart.

<SJGUIOSP{

It sounded like radio static. Then gradually, Solar heard screams. The pitiful screams of innocent people, and…

Moon and Lunar.

“Help!! Eclipse!!! Help me!!!”

“Oh boy… Don’t worry Eclipse, we’re fine, we’ll be fine!!.”

“What do you mean???!!! You idiot, we’re about to die!!!”

And was cut off by a flat, emotionless voice.

“Boss, can I blow them up now?”

“No!! Don’t!!” Solar screamed. He tried to move forward but couldn’t, just desperately following the sounds of the people he cared about.

“Oh? My hero doesn’t want me to destroy these people?” SUN whispered, his even, hateful tone creeping nausea down SOlar’s ​​spine.

“So you know what you have to do?” SUN tapped Solar’s ​​head.

“What?”

“Apologize.”

“Huh?”

“I say sorry.” SUN said sternly. The cold tiredness was the most genuine, for the circus act just now. “Apologize for wasting my time. Sorry for being a troublemaker. Sorry for hurting my lackey. Sorry for being you, a hero, but more useless than those policemen out there.”

“And promise not to bother me again. Including giving this warning for those other annoying heroes.”

“If you promise to ignore me every time you see me, then the people, under your responsibility, will live.”

SUN’s whisper was like sweet venom biting into Solar’s ​​metaphorical heart.

“You don’t want innocent blood on your hands again, right?”

Solar’s ​​knees trembled. His throat felt like it was faulty, he couldn’t make a sound.

“If I agree, what will you do next?” Solar’s ​​voice faltered. Only to be answered by a jingling sound, as SUN’s arm pulled Solar around the neck.

“It’s not something you need to care about anymore, right?”

“So, what’s your decision?”

“I—”

“Save me, Eclipse! I’m scared!! I don’t want to go!!!”

“Don’t worry about us!!! Ecp—”

The voices mixed together, tearing him into two different pieces.

Is it too selfish when he just doesn’t want the people he cares about to be lost again?

“I– I’m sorry. Please spare them—” Solar gasped, squeezing out each word. His head was pounding. Everything was spinning and smashing him into a hundred pieces. He couldn’t think, any logical plan or backup plan, all gone when the people he had worked so hard to take care of were weighed down.

Eclipse was a hero but SOlar had always been selfish.

He couldn’t, he just couldn’t…

“It’s okay.” SUN’s voice was gentle in Solar’s ​​ear, causing him to lift his head.

“I forgive you.” SUN’s palm brushed against Solar’s ​​cheek, as they brought the walkie-talkie to their mouths.

“Blow them up, buddy.” SUN’s silvery bell-like laughter and the endearing voice from the other side like a nightmare shattered Solar’s ​​fleeting reality.

Solar didn’t even have time to scream. He hadn’t even finished speaking when the sound of the explosion hit his ears.

BOOM!!!

The screams died down quickly, along with the flickering of flames and the sound of something breaking.

Ah…

There was a static sound ringing in Solar’s ​​ears.

He still couldn’t process it. It felt like it wasn’t real.

Is that all?

It hurts… It hurts so much… His chest shouldn’t have hurt like this.

Suppressing everything Solar was feeling right now, he trembled, gritting out each word.

“Did– Didn’t you say we would make a deal?”

His voice box seemed to be broken because no matter how hard Solar tried, he couldn’t form words. A pat on the head from SUN, and for a moment, Solar could see the golden light flashing from the bastard’s crescent-shaped eyes.

“I lied. Have you forgotten that, hero? Villains always lie.”

Something wet was dripping from Solar’s ​​chin. Was he shivering? It was so cold, why did Solar feel so cold? He couldn’t understand, he just knew that he was shivering.

He couldn’t show weakness, he couldn’t cry in front of that cold-blooded bastard.

But Solar still lowered his head, unable to hold back the trembling sobs in his throat with black oil dripping from his eye sockets.

Look at that SOlar, that’s your true nature, a destroyer of happiness. Wherever you go, there will be devastation.

How disgusting you are, Eclipse.

The overly familiar voice in Solar’s ​​ears belonged to the ghost he had killed. And, another voice, more meticulous, gentle that Solar rather just ran away.

‘What would you do without me, Eclipse?’

00000000

“Haha– Look at you, I was just kidding. It was all fake–” SUN laughed heartily.

Eclipse’s face went blank like an idiot, making him laugh out loud. Yeah, SUN was evil, but he wasn’t evil enough to do that. Professionals have standards. Threatening the hero’s loved ones, the cheapest trick in Villain 101. SUN was just so fed up with the face they always wore and the way they always got in his way, he wanted to make a prank to embarrass them.

It was easy to imitate the voices of the sidekicks. He meant, they were all animatronics, the dialog boxes were pretty similar.

And the guy named MOnty made a pretty good script, even if it was just an online transaction.

He should pay them more, SUN thought slowly, still staring at the camera.

He didn't expect them to apologize to him easily like that. Anyway, everything has been recorded, he will bring this evidence back and upload it online for the whole world to know how pathetic their hero Eclipse was.

Huh?

Why was his hand wet?

Did they hit any water pipes so hard that they cracked them?

No, it was black.

Oh… Huh?!

SUN looked closely at Eclipse's face. Two lines of black liquid were flowing down Eclipse's cheeks. They were crying. Ouch… They were crying… OHHHHH

Those three words hit SUN's face like a hammer. It shook SUN and slammed SUN to the ground, screaming the words you are a terrible person.

A sob echoed in the silent atmosphere. Luckily Molten was going outside, otherwise with their enhanced hearing, they would definitely crawl out to check if SUN was okay.

…

What now? SUN hadn’t actually thought about what he would do at this stage. He was always the type to act first, think later.

Beat Eclipse off, mock him, sure. But then what?...

Uh…

And with Eclipse keeps continuing to shed tears like this, it became awkward, and—

Did he go too far? He had been like this all the time before, he never cried.

And now, should SUN comfort Eclipse?

“Um… I was just kidding… See… They’re still alive.” SUN hesitantly poked his fingertips. He awkwardly moved closer to wipe Eclipse’s tears. But the more he wiped, the more they flowed. And when he removed the tape from Eclipse’s face, the black oil came out even more, soaking a black patch on SUN’s shirt.

SUn’s internal system was screaming, congratulations, you fucked up, and the little SUNs in his head were jumping around screaming.

What the hell could he do?

“Hey Boss, are you done with your antics? I need you to take me out.”

Okay… SUN admitted that he still thought MIKu was a nuisance, but he had never been more grateful for Miku’s presence than now.

“Miku!!! Save me— Oh, I mean, help me with this.”

“Huh? Don’t tell me you guys are playing too rough and I need you to find a mechanic?”

The rude bastard who never respected SUN stepped in. The smile on her lips disappeared when she saw SUn still wiping Eclipse’s tears, surrounded by a pile of ruins.

That deranged dared to look at him with judgmental eyes.

“Boss. What did you do to him?”

“I didn’t do anything??”

“You guys didn’t do bondage with each other too hard, right? I totally  understand if that the case but~~~”

“You don’t understand shit!!”

SUN waved his hand. Both of them completely ignored the sound of metal being torn apart from each other.

Bang!!!

SUN flew into the wall unexpectedly. He groaned and crawled out, before MIku's wide eyes, proving that even she had no idea what was going on.

"Come back here."

The voice was truly terrifying.

SUN turned around in shock. His mortal enemy, standing unsteadily, with a murderous aura like that of a demon from hell.

Their eyes were red, they growled his name in their throats as if it could tear SUN in half.

Honestly seeing his hero this angry, it would be an understatement to say that SUN didn't feel a little bit scared.

--

Solar staggered, his wrist aching terribly, with a wet feeling dripping onto the floor. The sound of the chain falling onto the tiled floor was still too much for Solar's processor to process the situation, he could only vaguely hear SUN stammering about how this was Tungsten, how the hell could he break it.

Shakily, he brushed the remaining tape off his face, the soft light of the bathroom hitting Solar’s ​​eyes. Oh, so he was right. Nice, he liked potted plants. After a few seconds of panic, Solar had finally realized that he was being pranked. But he didn’t expect SUN to be so caught off guard that Solar could just break the lock and attack them like that. His hand limply touched the button in his palm, the familiar voice of Moon rushed over, intermittently telling them that they were okay and where the hell he was.

Good… Good… Good.

Solar nodded numbly.

Fuck SUN.

Solar just wanted to punch someone right now.

His eyes widened, capturing SUN’s image in his retinas. Their enemy looked more rugged than usual, probably still confused with the stunt he pulled.

Good, let them be confused.

His hand flashed, and Solar smiled contentedly, as he heard SUN scream loudly.

“Shit–!! MIKU!!! Throw your stuff out the window, we—”

BOOM!!!

—-

“Hey Moon.”

“Hey SOlar. Sorry… I’m late again. It’s okay, I've got you now.”

“... I’m just tired. I think I want to go home and sleep.”

“Don’t worry buddy. Just leaving everything for us, and resting. We got you now.

—---

Somewhere…

“Boss, it’s all your fault.” Miku yelled as she was carried by SUN like a sack of potatoes as they flew through the night.

They could have had a cozy place to stay and not drive SUN’s cleaning function crazy. But no, now they had to find another place to stay, which took a ton of time because her Boss was a picky bitch.

“I KNOWWWWW. Now shut it before I drop you!! We also need to find Molten too.”

[honeycreammilkshake]

there will be cake.

i finally finished my first fic, and it's greenflame! it takes place between possession and skybound. i spent a few days on it and i'm still not satisfied... it still feels a bit ooc and amateur to me, but please let me know what you think. here it is...

Sitting down for dinner with the other ninja, Kai had no intention of talking about anything serious, let alone marriage, and especially not how he should go about proposing to Lloyd. But picking at his bowl of chili, he looked around to his friends, watching them talk about their day with animated expressions and exaggerated hand gestures, observing Cole and Jay arguing about every detail of their training so they could trade insults while blushing whenever anyone (mostly Zane) pointed out just how closely they'd have to be watching each other to know such minor things about their routines. And when Kai glanced over to his sister she was already glancing his way with an exasperated smirk at Cole and Jay's antics.

The only absent one was Lloyd. The Green Ninja was training late, as usual, pushing himself to his limits. The perfectionism was at first a little annoying for Kai, who tended to take any show of exertion as a competition against him, but overtime he'd learned to accommodate his boyfriend, who was typically late to dinner or outings with the rest of them. The pressure Lloyd must have felt, every single day, to not only lead the rest of them but to also make his pretty much godly ancestors proud of him had been grinding on him even more as of late, and Kai didn't want to add to their young leader's troubles. Still though… after their last battle, almost losing Lloyd to possession had made him keenly aware of how fragile the normalcy of all their lives were.

At any time, they could find themselves under attack once more. Ninajo had a reputation for attracting the most dark-hearted, vengeant, and power-hungry of villains, and Kai had to wonder if there was some kind of sign posted out for all the tyrants coming to seize this particular place. Something massive and neon was advertising how siegable and conquerable this entire land was somewhere, he was sure.

But as a ninja, bound and entangled with all the rest of his team (a fate he would never want reversed or changed in any way), he knew he would lay down his life for any one of his friends if it ever came down to it. And, naturally, he knew in his heart that no matter how much he teased or gave Lloyd trouble, he would stand behind that completely unhinged god-in-training no matter what. Wherever Lloyd led him, he would follow. And it was because of this that he knew he had to make their relationship even more official, even more sacred, so that when villains like Morro or Chen or the rest came knocking again, Kai would know there was still a chance at a normal life, even a small part of it, in their own lives. That he could say that Lloyd was his in more way than one and come back home to that small piece of stability.

Now, watching his friends continue to taunt and push each other, a warm feeling suddenly overtook Kai, not unlike the sensation he got whenever he drank a nice cup of Wu's tea. He felt it blossom inside of him, a hot and protective surge that came whenever he thought of the others, especially Lloyd. He knew he could trust them completely, he could ask anything of them and they wouldn't treat him any differently for it.

So it was without any filter that he found himself asking, "Guys, if I were to hypothetically propose to someone… someone who's very uhm… career-driven and practically all-powerful, how would I go about asking them to do something absolutely ordinary like marriage?"

A small silence briefly overtook the table as the others, except for Cole who was still digging into his plate without interest in anything else, glanced around towards each other. Nya, on Kai's left side, was completely still all of a sudden and opposite him Zane and Jay exchanged looks.

Just as the stillness was starting to become unnerving, Zane, always practical, broke in, "Logically the best way would be to—"

"Oh my gosh, you guys," Jay all but shrieked. "Kai and Lloyd are going to get married!"

"Wait what????" Kai burst out, feeling his cheeks start to heat up. "I didn't say anything about—"

"Oh please," Jay scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You're the fire ninja, Kai, so whatever you're trying to cover up, you still burn holes right through it." He was picking at his bowl of chili delicately, like most of its contents offended him, and by the way he had complained about every other dish Cole had prepared for them, you would think it was genuine. But Kai knew the Blue Ninja would sneak lots of extra helpings of Cole's meals whenever he thought they weren't looking. And seeing as how most of Cole's food was… to put it plainly… bad, Kai knew it was because Jay was simply (and not so secretly) completely crazy for the Earth Master.

"You guys thought it was such a secret, but we could all tell what you were up to," Jay continued, matter of fact, then smirked. "The walls here are really thin, you know."

Kai groaned and buried his face in hands. "Okay," he sighed out. "So what if it is Lloyd?"

"I knew it!" Zane exclaimed from Cole's side, face lighting up. When the others looked to him, he explained, "Pixal told me they have a 95% compatibility rate. Lloyd's sensitivity and high emotional intelligence counterbalances Kai's hotheadedness and temper—"

"Yeah yeah we get it," Kai huffed, feeling called out.

"My vitals monitors indicate that your heart-rate speeds up whenever Lloyd appears," Zane added helpfully. "My data also suggests that Lloyd's libido increases whenever he watches you training."

Beside him, Nya made a choking sound. "Oh my god," she gasped, wiping away dribbles of water from her lips. "Please never say libido again, Zane."

Despite the embarrassment at having his secret relationship exposed so quickly, Kai couldn't help the way that information stroked his ego. All the time that little brat had been claiming to watch so closely to point out errors in Kai's form (as he always did) he was secretly checking Kai out shamelessly. It made him flush with more than a little contentment, but he got a hold of himself quickly, and managed to grit out, "Okay guys, that's enough."

"Where would they even get married though?" Jay pushed on, ignoring Kai entirely.

"Somewhere big enough for all of us," Zane pointed out. "I can compile a list of popular wedding locations and analyze them for suitability."

"No no," Jay dismissed, whipping his spoon around passionately so that a bit of chili hit Kai in the face. He wiped it off with a grimace as Jay continued to lecture Zane. "It should be somewhere perfect for the both of them..." Jay bit down on the handle of his spoon and then grinned widely at Kai. "I know just the place—my parent's junkyard!"

Kai blinked, caught off-guard. "Jay, I'm not marrying Lloyd in a junkyard—"

Across the table, Cole's face finally unfused from his plate long enough for him to shout, "Will there be cake? I'll definitely come if there's cake!"

"Always thinking with your stomach, right Cole?" Jay snarked. But the Earth Master chose to ignore him, much to Jay's disappointment.

As the others continued to conspire Lloyd and Kai's wedding, loudly describing each lavish detail — "Lloyd should wear all red so Kai can wear all green... and there should be dragons!!!" Jay contributed while Zane added, "Kai should put Lloyd in his lap and ride in on one to the ceremony" and Cole piped in, "And there should be triple stacked cake afterwards!" — Kai's ears picked up shuffled movement in the hallway. He sat up straight. Wu and Misako were out getting "vital" supplies like flavored tea and herbal medicines — old people errands — and they weren't expecting anyone else to come calling. It could only be Lloyd.

Getting that sensation he got whenever he was about to be cornered, he felt himself start to panic. "Guys, if you don't shut up now, I swear I'll send every single one of you to the Cursed Realm," Kai hissed out. "I don't even care if we're on the same team — you will all be banished for your crimes. This conversation is over."

But, of course, cause everything and everyone hated Kai, this was the exact conversation Lloyd chose just that moment to walk in on.

With a short glance around to the other ninja, he came into the room and a crushing silence followed as they all tracked him with their eyes. He walked casually, carrying a bowl laden with an excessive amount of Cole's chili (which wasn't that bad but it also wasn't that good either, so Kai felt Lloyd had filled it to the brim subconsciously) and settled down in his usual spot to the right of Kai, slowly lifting his spoon to his lips…. Lips that were twisted up in an unmistakable smirk, the one Kai knew and adored so well, that he loved to bite on — but right now, seeing the way it melted away the usual prim and proper princely beauty of Lloyd's face into the wild rawness of the conceded brat he really was, all Kai could think was Lloyd knows…. He's been listening in on the whole thing!

"What's all this about cake?" Lloyd asked, oh so innocently, as if he didn't know already, and Kai kind of wanted to manhandle him right then and there for being such an unyielding brat.

But before Kai could say or do anything to grab at any sort of control over the conversation, Jay leaned in closer to Lloyd, conspiratorially settling his chin into his cupped hand like he was about to tell the world's greatest secret. With a hauntingly straight face he said, "Only that Kai can't keep his eyes off yours."

… And then everything kind of blew up in Kai's face.

Nya and Zane burst out laughing and Cole let out a bellowing huff before slapping Jay across the back so hard the Blue Ninja's face almost landed in his uneaten bowl of chili (Kai wished with his whole heart that it really had). Jay glared briefly at Cole but then the Master of Earth said, "I guess that's why they call you the Master of Shocks! That was a good one, Jay."

Pure pride swelled the Master of Shocks' chest, making him look just like a puffed up little blue jay — which he technically was… though Kai could barely register the humor of it as sticky hot embarrassment exploded inside of him.

"Oh wow you guys," Nya finally managed to gasp as she held her sides, like she could fall apart from the delicious humiliation of it all. She wiped at her eyes, choking out, "Look at Lloyd's cheeks — they look like cherries!"

Lloyd's mouth was pressed together tightly, and his cheeks were definitely a deep scarlet that Kai took some satisfaction in seeing, but he knew his own cheeks were probably just as red and burning twice as hot.

And of course Jay would point that out. "Guys, check out Kai's face — he's burning up!"

"Oh the irony," Nya giggled.

"Red ninja indeed!" Zane chimed in with a grin that practically spilled off his face. And in that moment, Kai had never been more certain in his life that he was surrounded by traitors. Enemies.

Kai ground his teeth together and finally managed to squeeze out some sort of response. "You're all banished."

The other ninja, minus a cherry-colored Lloyd, started laughing again as Kai sat there, gripping the edge of the table and plotting revenge. Only Cole made any kind of move towards redemption, leaning closer to both Lloyd and Kai to say, "You know we're just teasing you two… We're really happy to see you making things more official. And just so you know, I would love to be there for you, even if there no's cake for me."

"You do know the whole point is so that Kai gets to keep the cake just for himself, don't you?" Jay smirked.

Before Kai could set fire to either himself or Jay, Cole turned to the Blue Ninja and smiled. "Don't worry, sparky, I'll make sure to claim a cake for myself too," he said, and proceeded to reach over so he could grope Jay's ass as the smaller ninja let out a high-pitched squeak.

"Who's the Master of Shock now?" Zane grinned as Jay started choking.

Nya pursed her lips and said, "Really? Right in front of my chili?"

Kai moaned and buried his face in his hands as the entire table descended into chaos. But it died out quickly as Lloyd stood up, his face unreadable, that silken smirk of his erased from his lips. As Kai peeked up at him, he couldn't help but feel… reverent. Lloyd was strong, and fierce, and brave. And more than that… he was the magnet that kept them gravitating to him, to their destiny. Their fates were inexplicably tied to his for the rest of their lives. They all shared a bond deeper than mere friends: they were each other's counterparts and focal points and homes.

And nobody was more at home with Lloyd than Kai.

"Kai," Lloyd began, and Kai felt the air rush out him as soon as Lloyd turned those ember-bright eyes right on his face. "Do… do you really want to marry me?"

Kai's heart was pounding far too fast. It felt like the adrenaline spark right before a battle. "Of course," he managed.

The other ninja were finally fully silent, their eyes wide and watchful. Feeling bold, Kai pushed away from the table and stood right in front of his boyfriend. Then he sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving Lloyd's, and swallowed. "You know that all of us are bound to you, and all of us would protect you with our lives, just as you would do for us. But the bond I share with you runs even deeper. I promised you that I would protect you, and that I would follow where you lead me, that you could always rely on me, so I would like to ask you now… Will you let me follow you forever? Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, will you marry me?"

In all that time, Lloyd and Kai didn't look away from each other. The others remained blissfully quiet, but there was a current of anticipation coursing through the room.

It felt like an age before Lloyd cleared his throat and said, "Of course I will.... Someone has to keep my cake away from Cole, after all."

Kai groaned but found himself grinning anyways. "You're insufferable," he told Lloyd and pushed up from the floor.

"That only means you're even more perfect a match," Nya pointed out from Kai's side, but she hugged her brother tightly, patting him on the back. They both knew how much this meant to him...

Lloyd and Kai returned to their places at the table and tried to resume eating normally, but they kept glancing over to each other until Jay scoffed and said, "You two, honestly, go get a room."

"Quiet, sparky, you'll get yours soon," Cole winked and Jay started to protest.

"If you think I have any interest at all in a dusty piece of rock like you—"

"Yeah yeah," Cole waved him off. "Keep pretending, bluey."

Lloyd laughed and reached over to offer his hand for Kai to hold. Kai took it gently, and didn't miss the way everyone stared at their joined hands, their fingers twining together.

"No matter what comes in the future, we'll face it together," Lloyd promised Kai, and they felt each other's pulses jump at his words.

Kai nodded, soaking up the way the light hit the pale gold of Lloyd's hair, making it look just like a glowing halo. This boy would be the death of him, he just knew it. He couldn't help the smile spreading across his face. He raised a spoonful of chili towards Zane, Cole, and Jay and gave his best unhinged grin. "The future looks bright for you and me both, but right now I say we take these three down for being so obnoxious," he suggested and Lloyd grinned too, wild and full of fire, just like Kai.

"What?" Zane sputtered. "I didn't do anything!"

"Wait!" Jay cried out. "But we helped you propose to him, Kai!"

Lloyd snorted while Kai rolled his eyes. "Sure you did," the Master of Fire said, then launched the first spoonful at Jay's surprised face.

"Food fight!!!" Nya cried, pounding her fist on the table before she upended her entire plate on Kai's head.

Kai gasped, shaking sticky shrimp out of his hair. Reaching up, he felt the clingy, pasty sauce of the dish matting his once-immaculate spikes, and he shrieked, "GET HER, LLOYD!"

With a roar, the table fell into chaos again. As the ninja threw handfuls of food at each other — except for Cole who sat there lamenting the waste of it all — Lloyd and Kai looked at each other and smiled. Everything that they had ever done, all that they had ever faced and clawed their way through, had been worth it for moments just like this. With a laugh, Kai leaned in and kissed Lloyd in front of everyone, not even caring to keep anything concealed anymore.

He didn't even care when Nya shouted, "Gross!" and splashed the rest of her water on them. With a smirk, he pulled Lloyd closer and set a palm to the boy's back to dry out his clothes.

"You know," Zane said afterwards, as everyone settled down. "Someone has to clean all this up before Master Wu returns."

"Not me!" Jay was the first shout.

"We will," Lloyd said calmly, volunteering an unwilling Kai before he could protest. "We started this after all."

"They had it coming," Kai argued but stopped when Lloyd cast him a sharp look.

"You said you'd follow wherever I lead," Lloyd reminded Kai, then smirked his signature smirk when Kai let out yet another groan.

"Alright then," Kai sighed. "Lead me to the dishes."

"Get used to this," Jay said smugly. "This is going to be married life for you from now on."

Cole stood up from his seat and brought the rest of his plate down, shrimp-first, on Jay's head. "And this is going to be married life with me," he promised the Master of Lightning and walked away smiling.

"Welcome to the family," Nya said to Lloyd before standing up from the table.

"Can't be crazier than my family," Lloyd called after her, then turned to Lloyd. "Well, let's get cleaning."

Kai sighed melodramatically but didn't complain. He had promised to follow Lloyd wherever he lead him, even if it was just to another mess to clean up. So he smiled as he knelt down to pick up pieces of dinner from the floor with Lloyd. He wouldn't have traded it for anything else.

[silver-is-here-now]

FIONNA AND CAKE PLOT PREDICTION TIME BABY

SO I was talking to my pal and with the context of the new image released today, I once again got to pondering what the heck this show could be about.

Here’s some things we know:

Fionna talks about how she feels like life should be magical

Cake has been acting weird lately

The world has been glitching

We see a Cake that’s a normal cat, and a cake like the one we know.

We also know whoever the villain is, they’re trying to erase them from existence.

AND the time room is hinted to be important, even being shown in the title card.

My theory is that I think someone made a wish to remove all magical/post-apocalyptic qualities from Fionna and Cake’s dimension. Once upon a time they were just a gender swapped version of Finn and Jake’s world, and now they’re not. The “glitches” are the little broken pieces left behind.

Everyone’s depressed and feels like something’s missing because something is. Their world was suddenly changed.

Basically, I predict that when they left their dimension, Fionna and Cake broke the spell placed on them, reverting them and their memories to how it was before the wish. And now they’re trying to defeat this villain before they do this to more dimensions. The villain is following them and trying to erase them so they stop their meddling.

This brings me to the photo released today.

This frame looks like it’s in the same episode that we see “Ice Simon” in, as well as the first bit of animation we saw.

In the first photo, we see the same ice cream world again. In the photo with Simon, we see those two new characters skating around the piano.

Based on the premise of the series, it seems like this is an alternate dimension. Perhaps one where Simon and Ice King are the same, and he’s a jolly, fun loving ruler of ice cream and music!

But then why are they there?

Well, if our villain attempted to wipe out magic in Fionna and Cake’s dimension, then who is to say that they won’t do the same in other dimensions?

This dimension could possibly represent everything Fionna and Cake wants, but to an ever greater extreme than classic Ooo does: a world that utterly embraces magic and adventure. So they could be there to protect this dimension from meeting the same fate that their world has.

So, to sum it all up…

Fionna and Cake could be about our titular heroes escaping the demagification from our new Big Bad, while also protecting other dimensions from meeting the same fate. Simon could tag along, but perhaps he will find himself at odds with himself. Will our new villain even turn him against Fionna and Cake? After all, magic and the mushroom war has drastically changed his life, causing him to suffer for over a thousand years.

Is he now prepared to allow other universes to suffer from magic, madness, and sadness the same way he has?

But, who knows.

After all we know next to nothing about this series, and I’m overanalyzing a one-minute trailer.

I hope you all liked this theory!

[cerealboxlore]

WIP game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you @wolfsbanesparks for the tag!

My word is LIGHT

L: "Like lambs to the slaughter, all of them." Billy's hollowed voice echoed through the empty halls of his school, with only but the faint glow of green behind his eyes illuminating the dark path before him. (From my fic, "Creepy and Crawley", where Billy's mind gets taken over by Mr. Mind, and his only hope lies in the hand of his strangest ally, The Creeper.)

I: In retrospect, Billy should have knew that the Monster Society of Evil wasn't going to be the only villainous team out to get him. (From my fic about the evil kid/teen villains of Fawcett teaming up to take down Captain Marvel)

G: Going around Fawcett for a swapped patrol was a piece of cake for the Green Lantern, he had no idea why the Captain ever complained about his rogues. (From my fic "A Day In Your Shoes", where Captain Marvel bets some of his fellow JL members that they wouldn't be able to handle Fawcett City)

H: "Hm. So, Mr. Adam, was it? Care to explain why you need my son for a mission across the universe? Seems a little early in the morning for saving the universe, doesn't it?" Nick Bromfield sipped his coffee and awaited the response from the King of Kahndaq, who was seated across his dining room table. (From my fic where Nick Bromfield intercepts an important call for his son in the early hours of the morning)

T: Thunder was different from lightning, it could strike anywhere, anytime it wanted, and right now there was thunder racing through Billy's heart threatening to shatter it. (From my fic where Billy teams up with Wonder Woman and Cassandra Sandsmark against Chain Lightning)

This was so cool! I've been in a writer's block for some time now, but this really pushed me into a good rhythm! Such a shame I could only do five, haha!

Tags: @shrugsinchinese @erinwantstowrite @kenandeliza @chaoticallyfluffy @im-not-buying-it-ether @that-one-gay-bitch and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in on the fun (or if you've already been tagged, here's another one to do)! Tag me so I can see y'all's WIPs, let's get the creative spark going!

I'm giving y'all the word: MARVEL

[jams-sims]

Never mind Dustborn is ass and seems like its one of those game where a bunch of brain dead gamers gonna make some racist comments. Because the game is such fuckin rage bait. Also its so fucking gross- like suuuuper gross.

It would be fine if it was just a bad game. But because its a bad game with a black lead and few white cops for some exaggerated ass scene. Every little "gamer" or "white journalist" can't wait to go 🤓 "Erm! Guy not all cops and omg *outrage* that character is bad and manuiplate her friend omg thats our hero!? I could never play a villain!!" ignore every prominent video game villain that gets some type of hype behind them. Fake outrage that a character you play isn't fucking nice or good. As if people don't lust after bad characters like their hot cakes.

Then because they never check the shit their saying, their audience and everyone else. Gets to have their little hehe "thinily viled racist, Neo-Nazi, anti-sjw take, anti librals." Think piece. Like a rope spring from the fucking cieling, they swagger up to it so they can hang themslves on it.

Now lets say the game isnt all that bad or people have been bitching for no real reason. They never actually sat through it, never played it. I think that fair, if the game is not fun to you. It is not fun for you flat.

Its the same shit with Concord. The game is shit because its another fucking 6v6 bumb fuck shooter. That should have just been story focused single player. But because gamer love opening their wallets, like their legs, to get fucked by insert another dlc, gun skin, 50 dollar battle pass. Every fucking studio wants to make one. But because they add fat character, black characters NOW suddenly its something else!

My fun little conspiracy theory is that they do this shit on purpose. So all the people that want something different or to see characters of color are discouraged from asking for repsentation. Because look at how bad of a job they are doing. (I know this is lie because corpration dont give a fuck about the people. They want leech off the fact their is no repsentation. So they give it to you the BARE minimum as a way to loosen your grip on your wallet.)

These games just suck dick no extra reason some games just suck ass.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Random Hero x Villain prompts: member

(The game: this site gives me a random word and I turn it into H/V prompts. You’re welcome to play, to add your own or to use them to write a snippet, just tag me or something if you do.)

The word is: member

Hero and Villain are in their civilian identities members of the same activities club. They don’t know this and become friends.

Hero and Villain are in their civilian identities members of the same activities club. They very much know this and become bitter rivals.

Villain captures the only non-fighting member of the Hero’s team, thinking that making them talk is going to be a piece of cake. They’re dead wrong.

Hero/Villain is the least liked member of their team. Tension rises. How comfortable is the best liked member with this? Do they take a side?

Hero/Villain welcomes the new member in their team. Everyone is on their best behavior...and then Villain/Hero attacks. Is the newest member going to be protected or left behind to save the others?

Hero is used to work solo. When they’re promoted to lead a team, things do not go well.

Citizen is a proud member of Hero/Villain’s fanclub. After meeting them for real, they realize their idol's foe was right all along.

Hero is the odd member of Superhero’s team. Once captured by Villain, they realize that Villain’s team is actually way nicer with them and between each other.

Villain has just lost a member and it’s not like Supervillain was going to take care of them. Hero, on the other hand…

Sidekick has been brainwashed and has become a member of a cult. Hero must go undercover to get them out.

The founding member of a Hero’s agency comes back to visit and is horrified by what they find.

*

More prompts like this under this tag.

Back to Hero x Villain Masterlist

[kyiratodoroki]

An MHA AU where things go (a lot) more in the villains' favor, even if things start out a little rough for the 19-year-old Blue Flame. 😏 Dabi is living on the streets and struggling through the day-to-day need to survive, but things may soon take a turn that no one in Japan saw coming.

A title is in the works...

Edit: A title has been chosen...

🌒🌟🌘Transilience🌒🌟🌘

an abrupt change or variation

CW: Language - lots of bad language 😂 - violence in the future - things will probably get dark - I rarely write anything that isn't dark in some way

🌒🌟🌘

"This fucking sucks."

That's what Dabi thought as he hoisted himself over the windowsill and dropped to the ground. He swore under his breath as the full moon slipped from behind the clouds and flooded the alley with light as if determined to expose him. He hastened his pace, slipping into the shadow of the building next door as a siren erupted in the distance.

This had been his life for the last two - no, maybe it was three - years. He lost track somewhere between then and now. His primary focus revolved around survival. Food. Shelter. He spent most of his days figuring out how to keep himself alive and out of trouble. It was all in the hope that one day he'd be able to crumble the foundation of society and shatter the illusion of perfection the masses had been brainwashed into believing about the heroes they idolized.

Propaganda spewed by the Hero Public Safety Commission put the heroes on a pedestal, made it seem like the title came with a guarantee of virtue and honor, like somehow those who wore it were incapable of being assholes with the same flaws every other human being possessed. Lying. Cheating. Narcissism. Betrayal. Being a hero didn't make someone a good person, but being a hero did make most people look the other way when the "hero" did something *unheroic*.

That needed to change. One way or another, he was going to make sure it did, but it was a goal he couldn't fulfill from the inside of a prison cell.

Dabi dodged in and out of alleyways, cut through three empty lots, and scaled a chainlink fence. The sirens eventually died down, taking the edge off his nerves. When he felt confident no one was following, he doubled back and headed for the condemned piece-of-shit he'd been calling home since the beginning of summer. It sat on the outskirts of one of the worst neighborhoods in the city, which lowered the risk of being discovered by a random hero. They never came around the area unless it was unavoidable.

Thirty minutes later, he got "home" - for lack of a better word. The back door hung askew. It had a broken hinge and a large crack in the wood that had already extended a few inches since he'd found the place. Every window was boarded up except for the narrow one over the kitchen sink and one in the upstairs bathroom, which didn't close the whole way and had no screen. There was at least one hole in most of the floors, and the staircase had a busted step he had to remember to avoid. At least the roof kept everything dry when it rained. For now.

He pried the door open and stepped into the kitchen, scanning the tiny space for any sign of intruders. It was dark, save for the muted light filtering through the grime-caked window, so he probably wouldn't see shit unless someone was standing right in front of him. He sighed and tossed his bag on the counter before lighting a nearby candle with a fingertip. It didn't increase his visibility much, but it wouldn't draw attention either.

The wear and tear of life on the streets gnawed at the edges of his resolve. He'd never abandon his dream, but damn, the day-to-day left him feeling frayed. The phrase "ready to fall apart at the seams" came to mind, but in his case, the idiom was far too literal for comfort.

Dabi pushed down his exhaustion and frustration and tried to focus on the weeks to come. Winter was on the horizon, and his current residence left a lot to be desired even in the best weather. The cold wasn't an issue, but he didn't know exactly how sturdy the roof was. For all he knew, it might cave in under the first heavy snow.

"Late night?"

He didn't bother to turn towards the voice, pulling out three bowls and a few bottles of water. "The fuck do you want?"

"No need to get hostile. Do I need a reason to visit my buddy?"

Dabi barked out a laugh as he grabbed a plastic fork from the nearby box of silverware. "Buddy? That's a good one."

"Dabi -"

"Fuck you, bird. I'm nothing but your self-appointed charity project." He popped the lid off one of the bowls and threw it into a nearby garbage can - not like there was water to wash it - then stabbed the fork into something resembling rice and beef. Hopefully, the dark spots were seasoning and not mold this time. People needed to clean out their damn refrigerators more often. "Besides, I don't think all your little hero friends would approve of you hanging out here."

Dabi shoved a forkful of the leftovers into his mouth and scowled as he chewed. It wasn't moldy, but it tasted like shit. The rice was undercooked, and he suspected those dark spots were bits of burnt... something. It was impossible to tell. He swallowed anyhow and took another bite. He hadn't eaten since the previous day.

The silence went on for so long that Dabi finally turned around, half expecting to find himself alone, but Hawks was still standing in the kitchen doorway. Shadows obscured most of his face, making his expression hard to read, but Dabi swore he looked hurt. The light shifted, and then the hero was grinning.

*Gotta be my imagination.*

"Hey, I'm not the type to worry about what other people think." Hawks shrugged. His feathers rustled. He moved further into the room and gestured towards the table. "I brought some stuff."

Dabi choked down another mouthful of food and glanced at the table sitting next to a refrigerator with a missing freezer door. When he left, the surface was cluttered with bottles and cans and an overflowing ashtray. All of it had been cleared away and replaced with a case of water; a few cloth bags, which he assumed contained food; and a pillow and blanket.

He glared at the items, his grip on the bowl tightening. The hero had a lot of nerve showing up out of nowhere with his damn pity gifts. He was probably proud of himself for helping out the "less fortunate" or some shit; as if this one small act somehow made the world a better place.

It didn't change anything.

His eyes narrowed when he noticed a box tucked in between two of the bags. Even in the dim light, the bright white logo on its side was visible. Hinode Donuts The high-end pastry shop was located on the far side of Musutafu, and he'd only been there once It pissed him off even though his mouth watered at the sight.

During the previous winter, he'd taken up residence in a nice little house in Minami Ward to escape the bite of a particularly nasty cold snap that had settled over the city. The owners were on vacation, so he helped himself to a warm bed and a pantry filled with instant ramen amd chips.

One of the neighbors must have noticed his presence because the winged rookie showed up in the middle of the night about three days after he got there. Maybe Dabi should have been grateful it was the bird that answered the call. Hawks somehow figured out the nature of the situation and stayed cool even though Dabi attempted to instigate a fight. The hero offered to help him find a job and a place to stay. He wasn't stupid enough to fall for the bullshit kindness routine, but he did grudgingly allow Hawks to buy him a large coffee and half a dozen doughnuts before blowing off his warning to stay out of trouble in the future.

For the remainder of the season, Dabi stayed at a questionable hotel, earning his room and a few spare bucks by running errands he knew would make the bird regret letting him go. It's not like he had a choice, and he was used to the dirty work by that point. Morals didn't equal survival in the streets, and if he was anything, Dabi was a survivor.

"Why the hell do you keep showing up here?"

"I just can't resist the hospitality."

Dabi rolled his eyes as he tossed the bowl in the garbage, unable to stomach any more of the mystery leftovers. The bird was an idiot, putting them both at risk. Dabi meant it when he said the hero's friends wouldn't approve. If one of them caught on and followed him, Dabi knew he'd be royally fucked. A few of the jobs he'd done recently had gotten more attention than he liked. Hawks had to be aware of the situation, but here he was with that stupid cover-boy smile and his damn doughnuts.

"Look, Dabi, I know you think I'm -"

A loud bang from upstairs stopped him short. His eyes widened, and Dabi growled, his left hand bursting into flames. The flickering blue light sent an array of shadows twisting up the walls and across the ceiling as the crackle of fire filled the sudden silence.

This turn of events wasn't a complete surprise. Heroes weren't trustworthy. Some part of him - very deep inside - had begun to think maybe Hawks was different from the rest. He'd almost been willing to consider the possibility this hero had a genuine intention to help rather than try to trap him or fuel his own ego. Dabi ignored the pang of disappointment and focused on the sense of relief that came with the fact that he never let his guard drop completely.

"Should've cooked you when I first had the chance."

Hawks threw his hands up in surrender, shaking his head. "Whoa, wait! I don't have a clue what that was. I swear, I came alone."

"Not buying it, hero."

A crash erupted from the livingroom, followed by a series of thuds accented with curses that echoed through the house. The second intruder wasn't doing anything to hide their presence, and Dabi questioned whether the bird might be telling the truth after all. If he wasn't, his choice for backup sucked.

"After you." Dabi grinned, gesturing towards the doorway with the flames still dancing on his fingertips, eager for action. There's no way he was getting caught between the two.

Hawks hesitated before passing through the archway. Dabi followed, every muscle tensed in anticipation. The livingroom was darker than the kitchen. All the windows were covered in boards and newspaper, which allowed him to move around well enough during the day but made getting around damn near impossible once the sun set. He'd memorized the landscape of the space. Broken furniture littered the floor, and there was a two-foot hole near the massive bookcase that blocked the front door. He spent most of his time in the master bedroom on the second floor where he kept a small lamp and a futon and could move around a little more freely.

"Heeey, Dabi, did you know there's a step missing... Wait! What are you doing here?"

Dabi groaned when he recognized the voice and stepped around Hawks to confirm his suspicion. Sure enough, a black-clad figure at the bottom of the staircase was climbing to his feet as he rubbed his head. A mask hid his face, but his confusion was apparent as he stared at the winged hero.

"How the hell do you people keep finding me? You'd think I was advertising my fucking location on the internet!"

Dabi turned on a heel and extinguished his flame as he went back to the kitchen, leaving the other two in darkness.

[tobiasdrake]

Man, Sabretooth is such a fucking clown in this movie. Absolutely wild decision to turn Wolverine's archrival into Team Rocket.

There's the funny ragdoll tree ambush I mentioned earlier, where he jumps Logan on the road. He shitstomps Wolverine but then gets spooked away by Cyclops.

Like. He doesn't even have the dignity of being defeated here. He dodges Scott's shot and then just jumps away into the treetops, and that's the last we see of him.

He just runs away.

Insert Daffy Duck "Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop!" noises as he bounds into the treetops never to return, having successfully inconvenienced Logan and blown up his RV, almost with Rogue in it.

Later on we find out that his mission was actually to abduct Rogue because her abilities are vital to Magneto's plan. So. Y'know. I guess killing her is just as good.

So Sabretooth has to go back to Magneto and report this mission failed, but not as failed as he almost made it. And it's like. My dude, you didn't even try. You just bailed at the first sign of opposition.

Then Mystique kidnaps Senator Kelly and they do the whole mutant transference rigamarole. Kelly accidentallies himself through the bars of his cell. It's okay. Sabretooth's got this.

All he has to do is pull a guy up through a window. Piece of cake. He can--

Guy fell. Got his sleeve though. He wasn't important or anything, right?

Magneto's so mad about this, he grounds Sabretooth for like a day.

We next see Sabretooth in the train station battle. He and Toad have been sent to take out Cyclops and Storm. Sabretooth takes Storm.

His plan is to slowly strangle her for funsies. Meanwhile, Toad makes Cyclops blow the roof off the place by stealing his visor.

Which means Sabretooth and Storm are now exposed to the elements. So. Y'know. That's bad for Sabretooth. Fortunately, he has complete physical control over Storm. He can hit her or slash her or stab her or anything that would be quicker than slow strangulation.

So what does he do?

He growls at the sky to try and intimidate it into going away.

It goes about this well.

Honestly amazed with Storm's precision to somehow manage to electrocute Sabretooth while he was physically touching her without the current traveling through his body and into hers.

The bolt oneshots Sabretooth, throwing him through a wall. At which point Toad, who did achieve what he set out to do but arguably also team-killed Sabretooth, pops over to teabag him.

Toad: Quit playin' around.

I want to call him rude for that but honestly if he hadn't decided to take his time with Storm, this wouldn't have been an issue. He's just. Not very good at being a villain.

At the U.N. Summit, he kills this one guard.

With assist from Mystique. She distracts the guard so that Sabretooth can sneak attack him from behind. Guard dies super fast from being claw-stabbed. Probably should have done that to Storm. Instead of. Growling at the sky. XD

Don't be impressed though 'cause Toad takes out two by himself right afterward. Toad's a fucking beast.

Lands on this dude's shoulders so hard we hear bone crunching sounds as the guy just squishes. Toad fucking Goomba Stomped a whole-ass man. It's the most badass fucking thing anyone does in the entire film. Sabretooth wishes.

Somehow, these experiences convince Magneto to hold Sabretooth in reserve as his personal bodyguard when the X-Men arrive

Look at that bewildered gaze. He's as confused as I am about how this happened.

To his credit, he does manhandle Wolverine. Both in the RV fight and here at Liberty Island.

But then they take him out by having Wolverine pick his pocket to steal back Cyclops's visor and then, right in front of his face, hand it off to Jean's telekinesis. She tells Cyclops to open his eyes on her command, levitates the visor over, and then gives the command. He fires and the blast, angled by the visor, defeats Sabretooth.

Sabretooth is standing right there the whole time they're planning and executing this, letting it happen. Absolute clown show, this man. From there, he falls on a boat.

And I guess that killed him because Sabretooth was never again seen in the movies, except in prequels.

[catmoe]

ROMEO BACKSTORY FIC EHEHHE

I'm on a roll with 3 chapters in one day. With a busy schedule. Crazy

Also short chapter for now heh

DISCLAIMER! - This story contains extreme bullying, child abandonment, and other dark themes.

Villains are Created - Chapter 3

Claire woke up early. Juliet had already went to school. She thought about the science quiz and how genuinely happy her daughter was when showing it to her.

No. She can't let her be like her father.

But she can't handle raising her. She knew that she was a bad mother and did not deserve a child like Juliet. She can't be reminded of him.

She realized that she had to make a choice.

She put a piece of paper on the kitchen counter while packing her bags. Then she made a slice of cake for her daughter and wrote her a note, and snuck some money underneath it. Then she walked out the door. She had made for choice. It's for your own good, Juliet.


She never came back for that piece of paper.

The day of the science fair just so happens to land on August 31. Juliet's birthday. She had been so focused on her robot to remember that fact. But now that it's gone, it doesn't even matter anymore. She watched with horrifed eyes as Charlotte walked up on the stage and recieved a first prize medal for her "efforts". Efforts being clearly stolen from Juliet's own masterpiece. Or used to be masterpiece. It didn't matter anymore since it now remains as crushed metal, a worthless piece of junk, like it's creator. All this bullying, all this pain. She could not handle it anymore. She thought of climbing up that stage and ripping Charlotte alive, but...

Juliet could never bring herself to do that. She was too kind. That's the reason why they targeted her, after all.

So she made a choice. She picked up her bag and with one last look, at everything she going to leave behind, all the painful memories, and all the loneliness-

Juliet then swiftly walked out of the school gates.

As she arrived at home, Juliet noticed a piece of cake lying on the table with a note. She picked up the note curiously and read it aloud. "Happy Birthday Juliet! Mommy needs to go for a while! It's really important so I can't tell you! But I left some money for you, but remember to spend it wisely on things you actually need, like food and water! I also baked you a piece of cake. Mommy doesn't have a gift for you this year, but she is trying! With love, Mommy Claire." After reading the note, Juliet was intrigued and confused. She happily ate the cake while wondering where her mother went this time. As she looked around, she noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter. She walked up to it and read its contents.

A copy of a one way ticket to Manhattan. With the name on it being Claire Mecano.

A one way ticket? Why would she buy a one way ticket? She needs to come back. If she's trying to bring home a birthday surprise for Juliet that is.

Then the thought settled.

The reality.

Oh.

No.

She finally figured it out.

This can't be happening.

Her mother left her. Alone.

Just when she thought she was happy and free.

She never liked vanilla cake ever again.

[fellswap-magenta]

Nice Cream Guy

-Villain

Japanese Pronouns

Ore / Omae

＊He’s 30 Years Old and His Height is 6'3".

＊An Elusive Man and Doesn't care about Anything.

＊Does Unpaid Work.

＊Kills Monsters Who sleep in Napstaton’s Hotel without Permission Every Night.

＊Take A Look, Dusty Butcher Knifes lean against Right Behind Him.

＊No Doubt that His LV is over 16.

＊100% Off All Items but No Inventory.

＊After He tells You An Endless Stream of Pure Vitriol against Napstaton, He gives You A Piece of Ice Cake of Napstaton's Face (Limited Edition)

Burgerpants

-Hero

Japanese Pronouns

Boku / Anata

＊He is 19 Years Old and His Height is 5'5".

＊He’s usually called “Burgie”.

＊Smokes A Lot.

＊A Nervous and A Little Shy Boy.

＊Works for Muffet and wears Socks paid by Papyrus instead of His Boss.

＊If You’re A Good-Mannered Customer, He’ll give You Practical Advices to make Your Life The Best It can be.

＊Since He’s One of The Few Nice Monsters Who are doing well in This Hell, You should leave Him A Pretty Generous Tip.

＊He’s lways concerned about The Customers in The Store. If You try to steal A Bottle of Drink, He’ll holler for help to His Boss.

＊Just wears Hamburger Pattern Underwear.

＊He wears A Maid Outfit in Rare Fun Value Event.

Catty and Bratty

-Anti-Heros

Japanese Pronouns

Catty : Ore / Omae

Bratty : Jibun / Omae

＊They’re Best Friends.

＊Catty is Rude but A Bit Silly and Pleasant. Her Voice is frighteningly Intimidating. Bratty is Blunt and Taciturn. She slaps Her Long Tail on The Ground to show Her Frustration.

＊Catty likes Shiny Things and Bratty likes Tight Clothes.

＊When in Their Assassin Mode, Catty uses Neko-te and Bratty uses Sanjiegun.

＊They’re rather The Type of People that burns with A Sense of Justice.

＊They like Old-Body Napstaton better. And Now They lost Interest in Him.

01 and 02

-Villains

Japanese Pronouns

01 : Boku / Anta

02 : Ore / Anta

＊Ill-Mannered Boyfriends.

＊Gets All of Their Wares from The Garbage Dump.

＊01 once get picked up by Nice Cream Guy before, But 01 instantly beat Him to A Pulp. Nice Screams echoed throughout The NTT Resort.

＊Nice Cream Guy calls Them “Two hunks”

＊They’re not going to invite Anyone to Their Wedding.

＊Goes on A Date and eats Some Ice Cream Together.

＊They think Alphys is Hot. *Fangirling so Hard*

[helloiamadrawer]

Revenge at The Sports Festival (Aoyama x Reader + a sprinkle of violence)

Author's note: im sorry for all the mina fans out there who are about to witness this crazy piece of work i cooked up about a year ago so..yeah as for the rest of y'all plz enjoy this. ALSO the reader has a quirk called 'Phase Mirror' which is that you can summon a mirror but you have to think of the person first to transform BUT the only downside is that you can't use the users quirk but you have their strength, voice, agility, speed and physical features but unfortunately you're still a girl if you turn into a male character or not that's why this is a Fem insert ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

"We're gonna charge right along to the fifth match!" Present Mic's voice boomed through the arena.

Meanwhile, in your section, which was the section for each class in U.A you sat with your hero course classmates of Class 1-A. You sat beside Jirou and Tsuyu watching the two competitors walk out of the opposite sides of the arena doors. On the left, came out Mina. You didn't really like her because she was a little...much for you to handle, her personality only bothering you a little here and there. It kind of scared you at first, but when you first got to spar with her or anyone for training, you put all your inhibitions behind as in you don't care about how extroverted or shy they are. No fucks given, no questions. But not in a bloodthirsty villain type of way though.

Aside from that, from the right corner, out walked Aoyama, the most beautiful boy in the class..well that's what you thought of him as but you would never say it to his face. And every time he was talking to you or even within your eyesight you either stop what you're doing or you do something totally stupid because of how much you think of him. His shimmery indigo eyes, his shiny and clean blonde hair, almost everything you loved about him. But you'd never dare tell it to the girls, the secret would be out before it would be even told.

"Ribbit, hey y/n, you okay? You seem to be concentrating on this fight more than any of the other ones." Tsuyu asked in curiosity. It caught you off guard causing you to flinch a bit and yelp, " Huh?! Oh it was you, Tsu. Sorry. I'm just really looking forward to how this fight is going to go like."

Present Mic continues to announce the competitor's descriptions.

"Let's hope that stunning belt suits some kind of purpose it's Yuga Aoyama from the hero course!"

Aoyama flips his hair and smoothly greets with a suave "Bonjour~" as he sends a wink your way.

Don't even get y/n started about when he speaks French within his sentences. That's just an easy way to fluster her. Anybody who says otherwise of it being fake is getting a hand across their face. You just adore the way he speaks it with his sweet soft-spoken voice. A goofy smile starts to grow on your face but you instantly shake it off before anybody sees it. JIrou and Tsuyu exchange confused looks before Mina is announced,

"VERSUS!, Is there some reason for those horns on top of her head? From the same class, Mina Ashido!"

The crowd of heroes and Hosu citizens cheer for the combatants.

Booo. You mentally hiss at Mina in your head.

Mina gave Aoyama a sneaky-like chuckle as she confidently chimed, "This is gonna be a piece of cake." As she motions her fingers as guns in his direction. Aoyama responds, " I do believe you'll be eating those words mademoiselle~" as sparkles dance around him as per usual.

"C'mon Mina you can do it." Tsuyu encouraged.

Huh?! She's cheering for her? Does nobody else in this class believe in Aoyama except me?! You contradicted. Just then, another voice came behind you but more with a lisp.

"Don't show her any mercy Aoyama!"

You turn to the voice with a hopeful expression on your face but to your demise it was no one other than MIneta.

"Fight like you're in one of those video games where everyone's clothes get beaten off!" he hollers.

Yeah, that hopeful demeanor on your face disappeared in an instant, turning into a hate-filled frown as you turned back to see the fight. You could already hear Midoriya nerding out as usual as with every fight from below your row. Seconds later, the fight started as your eyes were glued on Aoyama as he thrusted his hips with his first shot of his Navel Laser. His quirk to you is very exotic as the name says but you never liked the torture it did to his body. Mina easily dodges the beam and starts to slide around the arena with her acid quirk from her feet.

Her quirk compared to your quirk is a big contrast as much as you two's personalities. Your quirk is Phase Mirror. You can summon a mirror that you can go through like a portal, but first, you have to think of the person you want to turn into before you phase into it. Unfortunately, there are two downturns from it: the first being that you can't work his/her quirk so basically it's a blank. But on the plus side, from physical appearance, you have it all, from eyes, hair, skin color, and sometimes their own voice along with their ability of speed, intellect, and strength. Which leads to the second downside: you don't have the person's height or other anatomical qualities you stay a female if you mirrored a male or not.

Back to the fight, you cold hear Mina state that she knows Aoyama's weakness and how they were on the same team when they did their first combat training. Aoyama just kept thrusting that laser around trying to aim for her. You wanted to scream at him that he can beat her and that you had hope in him. But you couldn't do that. Your teeth began to grit in annoyance from yourself Every stream of the glittery blue laser missed Mina by centimeters yet inches and then a slightly bigger beam was sent in her direction seconds later. Your eyes were not gonna miss a single millisecond of this.Then suddenly, the beautiful beam stopped. Uh-oh. You knew what that meant. HIs quirk was paying him consequences.

Wait...

That bitch!

She planned this all along, she waited and skated around like a freakin' pro roller blader and dodged all his attacks until he couldn't shoot his laser no more, what a low move!

Your mouth stood agape for a minute as a short 'oh?' exited out of your throat. She then formed a small patch of acid in her hand and threw it at Aoyama's belt gem.

No! Not the belt, you monster!

Aoyama, shocked, started panicking about his precious belt being ruined. Oh, and ot didn't stop there, the acid that MIna catapulted at his belt also melted the waistband of his pants off which meant..yea. He got pants-ed. Which lead him to getting a sharp and triumphant uppercut from the pink alien. Suddenly, you saw everything start to move in slow motion as Aoyama, your light when you felt dark, fainted from the defeat/humiliation. Midnight declares Mina as the winner as the crowd cheered. You didn't notice you were just sitting there with a befuddled look on your face until Jirou tapped you on the shoulder and spoke, "Uh, y/n, the fight's over. What's with the face? It was totally obvious that Mina was going to win."

In this situation, you would have death stared her till the break of evening. So instead of doing said action, you chose to lie as you told it from your lips with a fake smile, "Well Jirou, my dear friend, i was just shocked from how she eagerly defeated him in the end." Adding a earnest chuckle whilst doing so, then lowly adding, "Never saw that coming from her."

After the match your class saw Aoyama as he was hauled away to probably Recovery Girl with his pants halfway up his waist with Mina watching the scene also. She puts her hands together with closed eyes and a cheeky smile as to say, 'Oh, sorry that i pants-ed you in front of the whole Hosu audience, ha ha ha ha' like it'll just go away.

"Dang, Aoyama went down hard! That's about the most quickest victory I've seen here Sports Fans!" Present Mic bellowed excitedly from the speakers. Still in the arena, Mina starts celebrating, throwing peace signs and laughing while the cameras snap at her as the crowd roars for her.

Disgusted.

That's how you felt for her and her alone at this very moment. You couldn't bottle up anymore, you seeing Aoyama knocked out AND humiliated made you not just angry, but now hungry for something you rarely feasted for...

Revenge.

[offbrand-deltatraveler]

Good News:

I’ve just finished Maho Tsukai. Which means it’s finally time for the review

Cure Up Rapapa! Keyboard, project my thoughts onto the canvas!

First of all I love the characters. A lot. Mirai, Haa, and Mofurun being silly and stupid with Liko as the straightman is the best thing ever, and Haa is so insanely adorable even when fully grown. I’ve loved her ever since she started talking because omg she’s so silly. The 12 Faces Of Haa-Chan was this season’s peak episode

And my thoughts on Mirai & Liko are as you’d expect. It honestly feels weird to me that Liko is a purple Cure because they’re just so much of a package deal that I ended up thinking they were both pink

And aside from the main characters, I feel there were fewer important side characters in this season but I enjoyed the ones that were. I never got to gushing about Cassie too much because I was too busy focusing on other things but I really loved the concept of the crystal ball being whatever personality traits she has. And Mofurun & Chikurun are really cute together, and I love the happy ending that Batty & all the other servants of Dokurokushe got. As well as how Batty got to be super badass in the way he wiped the floor with Orbo’s last Donyokubaru, and the way they returned. I do wish that Gamets & Haa could’ve actually gotten their epic battle though

And Dokurokushe & Yamoh also getting their own happy ending in the last episode was really cute

Though there is one character I really disliked and that was the second female villain because I hate when the female villain’s only purpose is to be the annoying and weak and stupid one in a roster of cool strong smart boys. I get if there was no room to make her important but at least make her have any purpose other than to be the extremely mockable one who constantly whines about getting mocked

Also slightly unrelated but I love how Ichika being the only one at the KiraPati implies that that episode takes place after she left

And moving on to story,

I really loved it. First of all I love magical school stories due to both my experience with other ones like Jewelpet Twinkle and The Elementalists and just the aesthetic, but more specifically portraying light and darkness as the will of life to spread vs the inevitability of death was a really cool thing to do with the magic season. And I love the lore behind the Magic & Non-Magic Worlds. The old world and everything we know about it is so beautiful. And Haa’s final form being Mother Rapapa herself was so cool, as well as the Precure’s whole journey ultimately being about restoring her power

Also the thing with Orbo having created Dark Magic was cool because before that point I was starting to get kinda worried that Dokurokushe and Duesmast would have nothing to do with each other

Also like normally the Precure struggle with the final battle to some extent but the way that the Maho Girls wiped the floor with Duesmast??? /vpos They broke a bit of a sweat dealing with his agents but after that it was a piece of cake

And finally regarding music,

God I love this season’s music so much. It’s just all so beautiful and wondrous and mysterious and glorious and sfkfjdjfjdjfjdfjdj god I love it so much. And the transformation music especially. Ruby and Topaz’s transformations were the only really memorable ones between Mirai & Liko but I love Haa’s Emerald transformation theme so much. It’s so peaceful and warm (Just like Cure Felice herself and the slowness of her transformation) and the background vocals (Which are real lyrics by the way) remind me of Star Twinkle. And the song for the Extreme Rainbow is so exceedingly magical and twinkly and sparkly (As well as the Extreme Rainbow itself being my favorite special attack)

And of course the first opening slaps and is so so so fun to sing. I really want to memorize it all someday

Overall, 9/10. Everything was really enjoyable and everything that wasn’t is overall pretty easy to look past

I’m gonna be taking a short break after watching the movie, and then I’ll be moving to Tropical Rogue next