#bnha kurogiri

[gayfortheplot]

The mha ending is false. This is the true ending; the League are all happy, safe, and alive, and they'll live on together forever, being the dumb, chaotic found family they've always been.

(They're on their way to McDonald's. About a 50/50 chance the building will be burnt to the ground by the time they leave. Depends on if their ice cream machine is broken again or not.) Also:

This? This isn't some "ghost" or "vision" or whatever, that's ridiculous lmao. This is real. It's just Tomura on his way home from the pharmacy after picking up Magne's estrogen and Dabi's antipsychotics.

[serpentwires]

Loser Tomu to start my year off strong

[toshiimura]

Play time 🐶🦴

[mya-valentine]

Headcanons for how the League Of Villains act when drunk?.. and Would they do stupid things while drunk? P.S: I love your writing

Headcanon: How The League of Villains Act When Drunk

A/N: Thank you☺️ I'm so glad you enjoy my work. Sorry if this took long, I've been very busy

Tomura Shigaraki

Shigaraki would be the moody type when drunk. He’d probably go from brooding in a corner, muttering about heroes, to suddenly ranting loudly about his disdain for All Might or Deku.

His usual “don’t touch me” attitude would flip. He might get oddly clingy, pulling people into bear hugs, much to everyone’s confusion and discomfort.

Shigaraki’s coordination would be all over the place, and his decay quirk would activate accidentally, leaving things crumbling everywhere—tables, chairs, even door handles, all turning to dust without him meaning to.

Dabi

Dabi would get even more sarcastic than usual, throwing snarky comments left and right. He’d probably flirt with everyone in the room, completely deadpan, even with people who have no interest. “Oh, Toga, you look so sharp today. Literally.”

In his drunken state, he’d accidentally set small things on fire—couches, curtains, even the occasional bottle of alcohol in his hand—just because he’s too distracted or careless to control his quirk properly.

He’d probably start stupid dares, like challenging Shigaraki to see who can destroy more things or asking Toga to "cut shapes" into walls with her knife.

Himiko Toga

Toga would become super giggly and affectionate, trying to hug and nuzzle everyone, especially the people she has a crush on. She might even start poking fun at people for how “cute” their blood would taste.

She’d playfully challenge others to knife games, laughing hysterically when she almost cuts herself or others, not caring about the danger.

She’d drink some blood, attempt to transform into someone else, and then forget halfway through who she was supposed to be. This would lead to hilarious transformations where she’s stuck as a weird mix of multiple people.

Twice

Twice would become even more chaotic when drunk, with his split personality going haywire. He’d swing from being super confident and boastful to panicking about trivial things like, "What if I’ve already drunk too much and cloned myself and don’t even know it!?"

In his confusion, he’d start cloning himself uncontrollably, leading to dozens of Twice clones running around, all with different levels of drunkenness and confusion, some trying to clean up while others make even more of a mess.

He’d constantly get into weird, loud arguments with his clones, debating who’s the “real” Twice, which would escalate into drunken wrestling matches with himself.

Toga and Twice would absolutely team up in their drunken state, pulling pranks on everyone. Twice would clone himself to create distractions while Toga sneaks up behind others, surprising them with her knives or transforming into random League members just to freak everyone out.

Spinner

Spinner would get very philosophical when drunk, going on long rants about Stain’s ideology, questioning the morality of their actions, and asking deep questions like, "Are we truly villains, or just misunderstood heroes?"

He’d probably unsheath his sword and start swinging it around clumsily, knocking things over, and hitting furniture while trying to show off his "heroic" skills, only to trip over his tail.

At some point, he’d drunkenly start insisting everyone play an old video game with him, like Tetris or Street Fighter, getting overly competitive and emotional about it.

Mr. Compress

Mr. Compress would turn into an exaggerated version of himself when drunk, speaking in grand, dramatic gestures, like he’s performing a show. He’d likely challenge others to card tricks or sleight-of-hand games, only to drop the cards everywhere.

He’d start compressing random items in the room—bottles, plates, even Twice’s clones—without much thought, laughing about the chaos it causes.

He’d try to tell elaborate, fantastical stories about his past or the League’s adventures, getting increasingly nonsensical and confusing as he rambles on, leaving everyone unsure of what he’s talking about.

Kurogiri

Kurogiri would try to stay responsible at first, keeping an eye on the others and making sure no one gets hurt. But after a few drinks, even he’d loosen up a bit, though he’d never fully lose his calm demeanor.

As he gets drunk, Kurogiri might accidentally start teleporting people or objects to random places, sending Dabi across the room or making Twice reappear in the kitchen without meaning to.

He’d start talking in circles about the importance of balance and order, even as he drunkenly sends half the room into his portals, much to everyone’s frustration.

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Masterlist

[the-kinning-hour]

Kurogiri doesn’t remember what it’s like to be human. He didn’t even really know that he was human, at any point in his life.

For this reason, caring for Tomura was often hard. Despite being hardwired as a protector and a guardian, he was much less naturally proficient at the delicate empathetic touch that parenting needed. He didn’t know the smallest of things. That was very obvious the first time Tomura fell ill under his care. While the boy himself didn’t seem super concerned despite his abject misery, Kurogiri panicked. He couldn’t possibly ask All For One for assistance—the man clearly wanted to leave the nuances of raising a child to Kurogiri, and bothering the Master would prove no good for anyone.

Thus, Kurogiri taught himself how to use the internet. He scoured every forum he could understand how to open, searching for just what Tomura could be afflicted with (the amount of results were extremely worrying, just how fickle were humans?) and how to treat it.

Eventually, he settled for simply gathering as many of the offered treatments as he could. Over the counter medicines, antibiotics, vitamins, a humidifier, what are these patches even for again?, heated blanket, but also plenty of ice packs, is there a difference between chicken stock and chicken broth?, vapo-rub, hydrating lotion and oils, so much honeyed tea that Tomura became repulsed by the scent of it, and more cough drops than any sane person should have in one building.

These things quickly became Kurogiri’s fallback for any illness. Tomura would sometimes hide his sickness, when it came about, to avoid the intensive remedies, but Kurogiri insisted. It always worked before, hadn’t it? The misty nomu was proud of his ingenuity and his medical abilities.

At least, until the League came in.

When Kurogiri had broken the news that Tomura would not be present—sick, with what could probably range from influenza to appendicitis to a moderate cold as far as Kurogiri was aware—it garnered a myriad of reactions. Spinner, Magne and Compress at least had the mild manner to look a bit concerned, to varying degrees. Dabi just laughed.

All of them responded with bewilderment when Kurogiri began rounding up his usual treatment measures, however. Dabi asked rather bluntly, “Hold up, the fuck is all of that?”

Kurogiri looked at them all blanky and responded simply, “I must look after Tomura Shigaraki while he is ill.”

The League exchanged some looks then. A silent conversation he wasn’t privy to seemed to play out before his very eyes. Twice got too bored to bother involving himself, Toga soon to follow when she supposedly caught the drift that Kurogiri was missing. Spinner shuffled his feet and looked away. Compress, Magne, and a very disgruntled Dabi broke what remained of the staring competition all at the same time. Compress in particular put a hand on Kurogiri’s arm and insisted, “Actually, why don’t we assist you? You can put all of that down, dear. We don’t need it. …Any of it. Really, put it down.”

Kurogiri watched anxiously as the eldest of the League shuffled around his own kitchen. Compress pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, letting it sit on the counter for seemingly no reason at all. He then dug around the extensively filled medicine basket for a particular bottle, plucking two pills from it. Dabi set about making the angriest miso soup Kurogiri has ever witnessed. Magne busied herself with tea, because apparently the water wouldn’t be enough.

When the three of them were ready, they all ventured to Tomura’s room. Kurogiri tried not to worry too much. Some food and water? That’s all? Compress did grab some medicine—but not much at all! He trusted his colleagues, but he wouldn’t leave Tomura’s health to anyone else so confidently. Tomura has always had a poor constitution. Kurogiri resolved to check on the boy later discreetly, when the others’ feelings couldn’t be hurt.

When he went up to Tomura’s room that night, he was stunned to see the boy peacefully tapping away on his “switch” that he normally avoided in sickness because of eye aches and nausea. When Kurogiri asked after his health, Tomura had no response beyond a grunt of affirmation. He had healed… within a day? That had never happened before, not once! What sort of sorcery was this?

When he expressed his bafflement to Compress from the other side of the bar counter, the magician only laughed and patted his arm again. “You worry too much,” he said with what sounded like a grin. “Heaven only knows what quack doctor told you to get all of that other stuff! Some water and medicine every few hours can kick even the worst of sickness.” When Kurogiri was still confused, Compress tilted his head. “Haven’t you ever fallen ill? Toughed out a cold with some cough syrup?”

When Kurogiri still did not answer, the magician sighed. “You are a mystery, my dear,” he said ruefully.

Kurogiri felt the silliest he had in a while.

[echodreamer]

[ael-draw]

I've made a Collab with @rdkennith!

I've done the colo of one of their line and they've done the colo of one of mine 👀

Here is the speed paint!

[aswanlake]

Crossed With Glass

• 0.2⠀( dogs don’t want, they beg , silly puppet . )⠀by aswanlake.

synopsis: waking up is the last thing Kyo thought would be possible after her accident. however now she doesn’t remember the last two years of her life and something is off. her body is put back together, skin repaired and injuries basically faded. how is this even possible? her only answer is a very short and awkward looking doctor, peering over her whenever she awoke.

content warnings: non canon timeline (season 1 now takes place in third year instead of first year), description of injury \ blood & death, fem!reader, 3rd person POV, cussing, villainous activity, murder, hurt / some comfort, canon violence, suggestive themes, angst, fighting, adult themes, language inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, no use of y/n, non-sexual mentions of nudity (not real), degrading language / behavior, father-like kurogiri, implied grooming, dehumanization,

a/n: reader is referred to as “puppet” as a name, this being used to refer to the reader in a dehumanizing way, if you don’t like it then please ignore it. Reader has no canon name however I never use Y/N throughout the story, reader will always be referred to by a nickname of some sort. headers by @diviniyae

tags ; @graythecoffeebean @vikizzy @airinanami @naliarefira @vrtualvampy @nersukehiro @diorpar @sunonbody @jaebumblebee

wc : 4.8k

song of the chapter⠀⠀:⠀⠀briston by sydney rose .

There were vivid flashes of life. Memories that she didn’t remember to be her own, she had never been to such high class establishments or these back alleyways of Musutafu and yet her mind knew them as if a map had been implanted into her brain. There was a chill that ran over her body after each shattered memory, the shiver running up her spine before it all went blank again, completely white. She wasn’t allowed to keep these memories for long, as soon as her mouth remembered how to open and words could form, the memories were forgotten and she was back to the white room and ceiling with that chill making her body shiver. It wasn’t that cold in Japan and it was obvious that she was at least in a room so she shouldn’t have been that cold, there was no reason for her body to shiver and yet every time she got even a smidge of her eyes opening and any recollection of what happened the chill returned.

However this time it didn’t, her eyes opened adjusting to the dimly lit room, no windows, just white walls that added to the harshness that continued to nip at her body. Her body took a moment to remember how it worked, arms dragging her down with its weight before finally inching upwards towards the destination her brain had in mind, however her eyes noticed before her head did that her arm didn’t belong to her. It wasn’t her own, she wasn’t sure how she knew that but it was just a gut feeling, an inkling, her entire body felt brand new, nothing felt like it belonged to her. The skin on her body felt fake as if she was a mannequin who’s clothes had been rearranged, put in a display case for everyone to look upon her naked form.

Her sulking and questioning was interrupted by a man entering, he was short and lacking hair, clearly old and his coat forced the assumption that he was a doctor of some sort. His hand adjusted the eye glass he wore before an expiration of pure surprise and joy replaced it. “You’re awake. I thought you would be out at least a little bit longer, I went to go get lunch. Onigiri?” It was uncanny, why was he being so welcoming and nice to her? Where was she? Who was he? Who was she? Her mouth opened to respond but it was dry, lips cracked and rough so she simply shook her head, she wasn’t sure if she could stomach it right now. He still pushed one towards her, salmon, it’s easy on the stomach and good for her anyways. Next he passed a chapstick next to it, watching her curious expression as she attempted to figure out what it was, with a heart laugh he opened it for her, walking towards the table she laid upon. “Forgot that you don’t know how to use this, or what this is. This is chapstick, it’s for your lips that are chapped, that dry feeling.” She simply nodded her head at his explanation, reaching for it and cautiously applying it to her lips. 

They almost instantly felt better, however the few pieces of dead skin ruined the completely smooth glide that she would have had. “Where am I?” Her mouth finally allowed words to leave and that was the only question she could ask, the others were jumbled in her brain refusing to give her a single answer. He nudged the onigiri closer towards her before walking towards a dimly lit tablet set up on a desk. It monitored her vitals, her heartbeat, blood sugar, but the weirdest thing was her brain waves showing up upon the small screen. She squinted her eyes to get a better look and the doctor gave a quick chuckle, pulling what looked to be a clip from a project and it rolled up into a little ball on the ceiling. Instead of the all white wall room she was used to, it was replaced by a huge monitor, the information that had just been on the tablet now showing up on the huge screen in a much clearer picture.

However the action only made her more uncomfortable, now being able to see things appear on the screen. Her mouth mindlessly nibbled on the onigiri in her hand while her eyes scanned the screen. “You’re home. Soon you’ll be able to leave.” She didn’t remember her home but this place did feel a little bit familiar, not much but a little bit. She didn’t nod or shake her head, no approval or denial, she wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not. “In a little bit you aren't going to be yourself-” Her gaze finally flicked in his direction, unsure of what he was truly referring to. She felt like herself right now, hy would she not feel like herself in a little bit? How long is a little bit? “You’re not going to remember me telling you this, I should know. We’ve done this little routine plenty of times. How do you think I know salmon is your choice?” Slowly she placed the item of food down, assuming it to be drugged or perhaps worse but the man before her only laughed. “It’s not drugged sweetheart. We don’t need something like that after all we’ve done to you. I’m gonna say a few words and you won’t remember what happens but once you finish your mission everything will be good as new and I’ll bring you back.” Fear shot through her body for a reason she didn't understand, was he gonna hurt her? Were these words gonna hurt her? Her body tried to move away from him but it was fruitless, his mouth opened and words droned out, she barely heard him as everything started to hurt. Her head started to burn as if erasing her freewill before her eyes, any ties to independence were forgotten and co-dependency were the only things keeping her alive. The only word that stuck with her was “制御”, which meant control.

When she awoke or rather gained just a pinch of consciousness again, she was inside of a building that she didn’t remember, at this point she didn’t remember anything so that was a terrible analogy to show her discomfort. It was cold but not as cold as the lab she had woken up in, vials filled the area with unknown liquids and all the scientists that seemed as though they had been working on them now covered the floor. Some blood seeping into the soles of her shoe, did she kill him? Did she hurt them? She was never a violent person, she wasn’t sure why she would hurt these people out of nowhere. What did they do to her to deserve such a treatment? Her mind swirling questions were interrupted by the moaning from a man on the floor, crimson oozing out of his injury with every move he made. Her eyes glared at him, wide and wild, filled with a mix of fear and concern which were returned by him with nothing but terror.

“Please, please let me live. I won’t tell anyone I swear, just let me live.” He looked her dead in the eyes, maybe she should be wearing a hood or a mask for protection from things like this, now she had to kill him because he had seen her face. She had to kill him or someone else would. She had to kill him to put him out of his misery. She had to kill him because she would be the most merciful about it. The more she said it, the more it became true in her mind. Her body stalked back over to him consciousness running to hide in the back of her mind to accept its fate and escape the guilt. She didn’t want to kill him but she had to right? Why did she feel the need to hurt him? To kill him? To get rid of him? Why was she so worried about being caught? Didn’t she want to escape? The questions still ran rampant in her mind as her foot was on his throat, pressing deeply, harder and harder as if she was going to use him as a stepping stone. The crack of his skin was silent but the crushing of his veins sounded like the breaking of a saltine cracker or the shelling of a hard boiled egg. Then finally her foot went through, landing on the ground covered in a sticky substance, her eyes couldn’t look down to witness what she had done but she knew he stopped moving and that was enough to still her mind.

“Doctor. We have a problem.”

Reviewing the security footage from the incident at the science lab did not help with the investigation. There was absolutely nothing, as soon as even a small image of the person responsible showed up on screen the video began to blur and warp as if it was tampered with. Asking for interviews was useless, everyone on the scene was dead. The police suspected that it was a personal attack due to the treatment of one of the scientists, the others had been killed somewhat humanly, the actions mimicking that of a hunter and it’s way of killing animals but just one, his entire throat had been crushed, it took hours to even clean him up completely, it was disgusting. The more confusing thing was the fact that nothing was taken from the lab, not a single vial was touched, dangerous chemicals that any villain would have been happy to get its hands on were left in the same spot they were yesterday. They went through the entire catalog just to ensure nothing had been taken, even tested the materials to ensure they weren’t switched or changed with anything but everything was exactly where it should have been. This was odd, Aizawa knew it but there was nothing he could do about it rather than just keep asking questions that would never be answered so the police eventually had to let it go. It became a cold case in the matter of 48 hours. Despite having the culprit on video there was nothing they could do. Families were upset, rightfully so but there was nothing that could be done.

“Did I kill him?” She asked, sitting on the same table she was woken up on, munching on another packaged salmon onigiri that she had been given while her vitals were being measured. She was allowed to have a TV now, watching the news as if she was being punished by her actions by being forced to rewatch them. “I told you to. So of course you did.” It was uncanny, this sense of having no control over her body and the man next to her being so uncomfortably calm about it, however this was more freedom than she was expecting so that was somewhat a good thing but she still didn’t understand why she was here and what she was doing. “Are you just going to make me kill people? All the time? What if I don’t want to?” The doctor laughed at her, a hearty chuckle that came from his belly as if it was the first time he had ever heard “a joke��. “I don’t care if you don’t want to. You aren’t here to want. Dogs don’t want, they follow directions and they beg if they want something. Are you going to beg me to not kill someone?” He was clearly gauging what she was going to say and she wasn’t sure what the correct answer was but she was compelled to tell whatever truth would leave her lips. “If I have to. I’m not a killer.” She blinked at him, stone cold and unwavering as he shook his head, making a “tsk” sound with his mouth. “I guess you weren’t ready to come out yet. Who would have thought that he would have been right- of all people?” Fear, now she remembered what it felt like and she hated it, her body shaking uncontrollably, mind running relentlessly because her legs wouldn’t move no matter how hard she tried. She didn’t remember what she was running from but she knew it couldn’t be good. “Please don’t.”

She swallowed heavily as she stared at him with an expression of pure glee, he was sick. This was a man who was fucking sick, he didn’t love her or care about her, he cared about his investment in her. She wanted to crawl away, maybe crush his throat like she had the scientist but couldn’t move, not unless he told her that she could. “You talk too much, you know? I’ll fix that next time. Lay back.” Just like that her mouth zipped itself shut, lips sewn together with red thread and her body laid back, eyes staring helplessly at the ceiling, this felt familiar, from what she wasn’t sure but she knew that it was something she didn’t want to experience again. Her mouth only opened again whenever he waved a mouthpiece in front of her like a treat, like she was a dog. She wanted to scream out in fear but nothing came, beg for the life that he said he might give to her if she gave up her pride, her arms and feet were shackled but even without it she wouldn’t have moved, not without permission. “This will only hurt a little bit.. A lot a bit, but you can take it can’t you? You’re my prize, I made you so strong, so that you could take it.” She wanted to shake her head at him, disagree with his overestimation of her strength but there was nothing, the only thing that came were tears welling up her eyes, she looked pathetic and it was insufferable. She returned to her line of sight, placing what felt like stickers along her body, the same ones she had earlier to measure her heart rate and brain waves, was he really going to do this to her again? What was this? Why was she so afraid? Why couldn’t she stop the tears from falling? He shushed her tears, wiping them with his hand, disgust filling her senses as she tried to pull away from him. “Stay still, it will hurt less.” What a liar.

She didn’t think she’s ever screamed louder, the reason for restraints made a lot more sense as she fought against them with every sense of strength she had. Her legs kicked aimlessly at the table, arms flailing as they tried to escape their prison and her head twisting to find a break from the excruciating pain that came with no break. Her voice cracked but her sobs and screams never stopped, it was as if her limbs were being ripped from her body, slowly to ensure the most anguish. What made it worse is that she started to remember, her mind started to flash memories of a boy with blonde hair, an unruly temper but never raised his voice at her, soon it began to scratch itself from her mind, everything that had been etched into stone was wiped clean. It was unknown how long she had been going through this torture but it felt like forever, she was on fucking fire, her body wouldn’t still and her mind never knew calm, even small movements were met with pain until she was basically thrashing across the table, trying to escape this hell. The scientist she killed was erased, such a small insignificant detail and yet she still wasn’t allowed to hold onto it, anything her arms tried to keep close to her was ripped away and destroyed before her eyes. Until finally, it stopped. Her body falling limply onto the table, chest rising heavily up and down, her arms didn’t even twitch and her eyes opened, bracing for the white ceiling once again. The mouthpiece was removed and her body was tilted forward, the table moving without releasing her from her chains, just holding her up-right so she could look the doctor in the eye or rather below his eye level. She didn’t deserve to look him in the eye. “Puppet?” The air between them was silent for a moment as she caught her breath. Finally she looked up, not at him but at something behind him. “I await your word, Doctor.”

The doctor introduced her to “father”, a tall man with a mask for a face, who wore all black, a suit if she was correct. “You’re a gift for my son. You are to protect him no matter what, even if it costs you your life. Your life is insignificant compared to his. He is the next me, the new hope for the next generation without heroes.” She looked near him, never at him, she didn’t deserve to look him in the eye, father was gracious enough to keep her alive so she had to give him the respect he deserved. However he forced her gaze towards him with his finger, his hand was too big for her face, he probably would have crushed her skull if he grabbed her. “You are my doctor's greatest achievement, Nomu. The only one of your kind, the others are brainless and can’t speak, stuck in a trance but you obey without question because you want to.” Somehow it almost sounded real, almost as if she had a choice in the matter. “Nod.” She nodded without hesitation, eyes staring into the mask that only showed her expression. “See. Everything you do is because I tell you too but because you want to do it. You have the choice not to do it but we both know that won’t end well for you, isn’t that right?” This time he didn’t have to tell her to nod, she did it without question, he asked her a question directly so she could respond. He looked almost proud of her, there was no smile shown in the mask but she could feel it. She wanted him to be proud of her, if he was proud of her then maybe it would be worth it in the end.

‘Son’. Shigaraki Tomura technically, his official parents and family were labeled as dead in the police database. She spent hours going through it, storing everything in her head as if she was a computer, a storage compartment for any information he might need or need to know about her. He had a scratching tick, whenever nervous, upset or overwhelmed he would scratch at the skin on her neck as if he needed to rip it off to feel a sense of comfort. Had she been capable of moving without direction then she most likely would have developed it as well, however her hands only slightly twitched whenever he did it until “Kurogiri” gave her the command to stop him anytime he started. Kurogiri was another gift that father had given Shigaraki, he was weirdly compassionate with his gifts, he never threw things or hit them like the doctor did, however he also didn’t feed them or tell him jokes. Kurogiri had more control over his body than she did, basically human, so he took care of her whenever Shigaraki would forget to.

The routine was quite simple, staying in the abandoned bar and drafting up plans to destroy the heroes, she didn’t want to destroy anyone. Her body stood behind Tomura like a shadow, arms crossed behind her back, eyes scanning the board he’d (father) put together with red string with the perfect plan. “After that, we can kill All Might! He’ll be weak and all alone.” Tomura spoke, his scratchy voice unsoothing to her ears, Kurogiri wasn’t convinced that this plan was full proof, shaking his mist filled head at the board. “What if he has back up from someone with a long range quirk? Tomura you’re short range and won’t survive in a fight with someone with better endurance.” His question was answered with a childish groan from Shigaraki. “No one will be able to get in! That’s why we block the doors! Who even has a long range quirk anyways? Puppet! What heroes have long range quirks that could be a threat to me.” Her eyes glanced at the board and then back at Tomura. “Eraserhead, quirk Eraser. Present Mic, quirk Voice. Nejire-Chan, quirk Wave Motion. Endeavor, quirk Hellflame. Midnight, quirk-” He quickly cut her off, “Ok I get it!” She would have explained why they were people he should be concerned for but he never gave her the chance, she just went back to staring at the board without any more commentary but Kurogiri seemed to be happy with her input. “See. Even our puppet knows it, this could go quite badly.”

Tomura let out what seemed to be a mix between a groan of annoyance and a moan of pain, her body tensed up at his sound, eyes scanning him to ensure his safety. “He’s fine, puppet. Just annoyed.” She didn’t know that Kurogiri was aware of her watching but calmed her staring and went back to the board with a quick nod. “Puppet is basically a machine, she calculates everything based on percentage and statistics that she’s memorized. She doesn’t make space for things like chance or human error.” “You don’t make mistakes. There was no human error to account for.” Both men in the room stared at her, it was the first time she had ever spoken out of turn. Her head bowed to him immediately in an apology for speaking without even being talked to but he only laughed. “I don’t make mistakes. Only others do, their stupidity messing up father’s plans is insufferable.” They could both agree on that, she hated to see one of father’s plans messed up purely because of human error, despite being human she never felt like one, almost growing a distance to them in her mind– she didn’t have to account for human error because she was never wrong, she never made a mistake. Never. With her words being the last solidifying factor, Tomura was set on his plan and stormed away to his bedroom to converse with father. She rarely got to talk to father nowadays, it had been almost eight months since she had seen him face to face and two months since he’d actually talked to her, it was insufferable. She wasn’t sure why she was being deprived of his love, she didn’t recall doing anything wrong or being punished for something that Tomura didn’t like so it didn’t make sense. Even though she tried to hide it, Kurogiri could sense the longing in her eyes everytime they followed Tomura whenever he was planning to talk to father.

He hated it but there was nothing he could do about it, he had no true control over the situation. “Puppet-” Her body turned in his direction, eyes immediately returning contact. “Come sit.” His head nodded towards the bar, he was usually behind it, for a man with smoke for a body he was surprisingly a good bartender, or at least she assumed so, he didn't let her have alcohol. She sat on one of the crusty bar stools, hands laying flat on the table to show that she had no weapons on her. Usually if she held something she’d place it before her, the doctor said that any commander should be able to use whatever weapon on her without any stress or worry. Only if she deserved it. He passed her a glass of water but she didn’t even glance at it, looking at him directly. “Take a sip.” She hated words like that, ‘sip’, ‘handful’, ‘part’, they never had a definitive value and she was scared that she would overstep or disappoint purely because she didn’t understand what that meant.

Puppet grabbed the glass, the cold rushing a shiver over her body but she didn’t react, staying completely still and taking a gulpful of water, eyes watching to see if he wanted to stop but he never indicated that he wanted her too. She finished the cup, placing it down and if anything Kurogiri looked happy for some reason. “Do you drink water often or is your first cup of the week?” She didn’t know if he was seriously asking her how she got her nutrients, did he not know the answer? “I get my nutrients and water intake from an IV, delivered by the doctor. I am not dehydrated if that was your question.” She wasn’t sassing, just answering his question with the knowledge she knew. “Well that’s good to know. Are you ready to fight with Tomura tomorrow?” All of his questions felt rhetorical, he was asking how she felt as if she actually had a choice. “I am always prepared to fight to protect Tomura. Even if I have to-” He cut her off, this was the second time today, was she talking too much? “Give your life. I know but you won’t so don’t worry about that.” She was not worried, she did not worry. Why was he like this? He was aware of how her mind worked. “I don’t worry. I do not feel, Kurogiri.” He looked almost disappointed by her answer however she didn’t continue to speak instead waited to be dismissed so she could sleep for the night and prepare for tomorrow.

On the floor is where she sleeps, her body does not reject the bed however her mind does. she doesn’t deserve it, she isn’t human, not enough to deserve the comfort of a bed at least. she could not fall behind whenever it came to sleep or nutrition, it would affect her work ethic and that was unreasonable. Sleep wasn’t that important to her, it could be bypassed if she truly needed to, however it eased Kurogiri’s mind that she would sleep through the night even if it was a blank space, no dreams because she needed memories to be able to dream. Puppet however hated sleeping, it was tedious and uncomfortable, the rest of the world all slept at the same time and it would be the perfect time to plan or attack however there was a weird common courtesy amongst human beings to allow others to sleep through the night even if their world was ending. That was what made her human counterpart nonexistent, there was no courtesy that existed to her, slang made no sense and words with no true value or meaning were stupid, she was a calculated machine with no room for error. However tonight of all nights was the one where she couldn’t sleep, her body laid still on the floor with her eyes to the ceiling but nothing made her tired. She tried running through the database that was her mind of facts or details to tire herself out and even that wouldn’t work.

It was insufferable, she could count down the minutes of how long she had been awake, fingers lightly tapping her opposing hand to count each minute. “Can’t sleep?” The sound of Kurogiri’s voice shocked her body upwards, bowing at his presence before simply shaking her head. “I did not mean to neglect my sleeping pattern. Please forgive me.” She couldn’t even make it through the night without getting in trouble, what a terrible puppet she was but Kurogiri wasn’t angry with her, he never was. “You do not have to bow to me, nor do you have to be sorry. It was merely a question, I won’t punish you for not being able to sleep one night. I won’t tell the doctor about this little situation if you promise to answer a question for me.” He sounded sincere but she took it as mockery, she was forced to answer the question whether she wanted to or not, why even bother asking if she’ll answer it? “Of course Kurogiri.” He seemed to be soothed at the sound of her voice, despite it being the same monotone as normal it was calmer, quieter, to adapt to her surroundings. “Do you really think this plan will work?” He was asking for her opinion. She was inclined to always agree with what Shigiraki said, however he was asleep, wasn’t within ear shot and wasn’t the one asking her the question. She was being asked based off of statistics and what she knew of the heroes and her own handler. Puppet was ashamed to even answer the question but both of them knew the truth even if she didn’t say it. “No. We will fail tomorrow but we will not die.” Despite Kurogiri being nothing but smoke, his physical body was there somewhere and it helped him form what looked to be human expressions like the smiles that graced his face after her answer. “That is all. Goodnight puppet.” She wasn’t able to sleep before but after that, she fell right asleep.

[fraisaa]

does anyone have a fic rec about the league of villains acting like a family?

like the fic is centered around them and how they grew to love each other as family please?

im really desperate and i will read anything PLEASE🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[shiggy-my-babygirl]

I have a beautiful AU where kurogiri is forced to teach at UA to pay for his crimes (they can’t actually punish him due to being under brainwashing but they have to pretend to punish him for the public opinion) and so on the first day of training or whatever he’s just goes “no clue why the gov thinks this is a punishment, I love kids and fighting, but whatever I have a job at least”

he spends half his time begging to be allowed to turn the league into babies so he can raise them and the other half begging Yuga to sell out his parents to the cops

This is seriously so funny to me because yeah that sounds abt right, but also this came to mind:

Yuga: do you have the bon fromage, Mon amis?

Kurogiri: indeed I do, Aoyama Yuga. Now, if you would please-

Yuga: *takes cheese* oui oui, Mon amis, Tomura is fine. Extrêmement Fantastique, one could say.

Kurogiri: that is indeed a relief.

[eddies-spaghetti]

villain disability pride icons pt.2

[loveyismeee]

Pretty man

[scrivenger-grimgar]

there should be more fics where izuku disguises himself by wrapping himself in blackwhip for vigilante work. the immediate assumption would be that that's his default state, and no one would be able to tell otherwise.

aizawa is the only one capable of discovering the truth, and even then he can be avoided. still, i think aizawa would absolutely love this as a "logical ruse" and just decide not to tell anyone.

blackwhip covered!izuku and kurogiri are best friends, but neither knows the other is a villain/vigilante, and they both think the other is 40 year old divorcees with kids.

tomura and the league don't help with this assumption and eventually izuku does adopt eri so thats not helping either.

additionally, bakugou got a bit too close so now izuku sounds like a chain smoker. this helps even less with the previous assumption.

eri is convinced that izuku is like a billion years old because she has no concept of aging outside of it some times going backwards.

bonus content: dad for one sees his son in his "40s", thinks his brain injury messed with his sense of time, and comes to the conclusion that all might is some how either immortal or a ghost.

[mya-valentine]

What if the league of villains had a S/O who is a petty savage? (Like Jade West from victorias or Sam Puckett from icarly) she's all sweet and nice but if any hero/ other villain, say something about her lover. That person better count their blessings and say their prayers because they're in for a rude awakening.🤣

Headcanon: L.O.V. With a Petty S/O

A/N: Sorry, this took entirely way too long 😭 and if you can't tell, I had so much fun writing this

Kurogiri

Kurogiri appreciates your duality—you're refined and polite, but if someone dares disrespect him, suddenly, you're threatening to shove them into one of his portals permanently.

He never has to raise his voice because you're already doing it for him, standing up for him like a protective attack dog in designer boots.

A hero once called him "Shigaraki’s babysitter"—you made sure they tripped into one of his warps and ended up miles away from where they were supposed to be.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was that your dignity I just threw into the abyss? Oops."

Mr. Compress

You have so much fun verbally wrecking people with him. He’ll roast someone in a classy, theatrical way, and you’ll come in with the finishing blow that leaves them speechless.

Someone insults his mask? Snatch. Now it's your mask, and you'll return it when they apologize.

A hero tried to be snarky about his missing arm—you made sure their boots were suddenly glued to the ground. "Wow, must be hard moving forward with a disadvantage, huh?"

He’s obsessed with how protective you are. He always bows dramatically and goes, "My hero," whenever you absolutely annihilate someone on his behalf.

Tomura Shigaraki

Listen, he’s the one who’s usually petty, but you? You take it to another level. You once spent a whole week making a pro hero’s life hell because they insulted his gaming skills.

"What did you say about my man? No, no, don’t backtrack now, you were talking big a second ago."

You handle the verbal attacks while he just stands there, scratching his neck and watching you go feral. He’s got heart eyes the entire time.

He once complained about Endeavor, and you immediately took it upon yourself to send an anonymous package filled with insults disguised as a fan letter.

Dabi

Dabi lives for the drama. Someone tries to roast him? Oh, babe, go ahead. Cook them.

You’re constantly out-pettying heroes and even other villains. You once used a hero's own catchphrase against them in an argument, and Dabi nearly set the building on fire from laughter.

Hawks made a slick comment about Dabi once—you made sure his next mission was full of unexpected inconveniences. "Wow, Hawks, those wings working slower than usual? Must be karma."

Dabi will 100% instigate. "Babe, did you hear what they said about me?" (They didn’t even say anything, he just wants to watch the chaos.)

Spinner

Spinner is not used to someone going feral on his behalf. At first, he's a little overwhelmed, but deep down? He loves it.

"You—you don’t have to go that hard for me—okay, you’re already doing it."

Someone once made a lizard joke at his expense, and before he could even react, you went, "Oh, I'm sorry, are you a biologist? No? Then shut your damn mouth."

You once fought someone in a GameStop parking lot because they insulted his gaming skills.

Twice

"Babe, you don’t have to—OH, YOU'RE ALREADY SWINGING!"

Twice adores you. Someone calls him unstable? You’re already in their face, asking if they’d like to experience real instability.

You once wrote a detailed list of all the reasons a hero sucked and left it in their locker. Twice kept a copy for fun.

He gets really emotional about how protective you are. "WOW, NO ONE’S EVER FOUGHT FOR ME LIKE THAT BEFORE! MARRY ME! No, seriously, marry me!"

Himiko Toga

You and Toga together? Dangerous. She already loves chaos, but you? You make sure the disrespect is handled properly.

Someone once called her creepy, and you made sure their social media was permanently ruined. "Oops, did I post that embarrassing childhood photo of you? Guess you shouldn’t have run your mouth."

She adores how savage you are. Sometimes she just sics you on people for fun. "Oh no, babe, they said something so mean about me—go get 'em!"

If someone flirts with her in front of you? You stare at them until they leave, and she finds it absolutely hilarious.

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Masterlist

[the-kinning-hour]

If Tomura couldn’t remember most of his childhood pre-AFO, and Kurogiri couldn’t remember life as a human, do you think they just… didn’t have Christmas?

The League could be sitting around, some maybe groaning about the holiday season while others are excited, meanwhile Tomura and Kurogiri could not be more confused. Tomura’s Master didn’t really encourage they do holidays. There’s just no benefit to them. It’s completely illogical. At least, that’s what he said, just to make sure Tomura had nothing to look forward to that wasn’t exactly what AFO wanted.

Kurogiri would feel horrible for unintentionally depriving Tomura of things like holidays. Tomura would swear he doesn’t want to spend his day so frivolously anyway.

But the League wouldn’t have any of that.

So, Tomura’s first Christmas would be full of friends. It would be unavoidable to realize that, faced with shitty presents that Spinner insisted all be wrapped, and a half-assed potted tree with mostly paper ornaments because Compress refused to give up his marbles and Toga refused to have an empty tree, and cookies that Magne provided because she swears you can’t have Christmas without them, and Twice’s Christmas karaoke and Dabi’s insufferably mostly-insult filled Christmas cards with varying amounts of money depending on who you are because he refuses to shop for them himself. His dad guardian is there, and his friends are there and they’re doing a stupid holiday just for him.

That is Tomura’s first Christmas. If Tenko were there, he would be ecstatic.

[cryptidanathema]

It was pointed out to me today that the narrative just kinda... forgets Kurogiri is clearly still sapient by the time of the Aizawa Tragic Backstory Reveal.

Honestly, they could have done pretty much the same story, Kurogiri could have just been a more active participant. Have him feel drawn to Aizawa and Mic still but not know WHY. He HATES it and is fighting it like hell at first, treating them quite coldly when they're brought in to talk to him. But still, he wants to figure out why if only to get rid of the distraction. The origins he doesn't remember are slowly chipped at.

And eventually, perhaps when Mic makes his last desperate plea for him to see reason as AFO is rampaging, the block on his memories he's been worrying at lifts for good. While he's not that boy anymore and never will be again, his memories of being human return and combine with those of the dangerous artificial being he became (rather than it being the last gasps of sentience in a black haze). He remembers every torture that was inflicted on his body by Dr. Garaki. Maybe he even sees what Garaki and AFO did to the boy he was told to protect with his entire mind body and soul.

And suddenly the heroes have a VERY powerful Quirk user in their corner who's quite cross with AFO.