#fight of flight instincts kicked immediately lmao

[lale-txt]

mistakes were made (put the BOTW soundtrack on for writing and got jumpscared by the guardian theme)

[ohbutwheresyourheart]

52 for Ada if I can? :3 And I have been meaning to ask you about Unquiet Bones stuff, so 54 for the main cast of Unquiet Bones? :'D

Ooooh, these are such good questions, thank you for asking! :D

(also my 'v' key is choosing this moment to fuck up again so if there are any weird typos, including but not limited to 'ergil', that's why lmao)

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Ada does her best to wait and get a grasp on the full facts before acting. Growing up as a human (albeit one trained in combat and magic) around demons has taught her a lot of caution over the years just to stay alive, so she would prefer to analyse a situation and come up with a strategy before diving in.

On a personal side, having seen the clusterfuck of "for the love of sparda why will you two motherfuckers not just TALK to each other with your WORDS" that was Temen-Ni-Gru, Ada tries not to jump to conclusions about possible misunderstandings with her loved ones. She's a pro at taking a deep breath and counting to ten before replying, even when she's seething inside.

On the downside, sometimes this caution comes across as holding her cards too close to her chest. In my AU where Ada raises Nero with Dante post-DMC 3, Nero and Ada have a fair bit of tension and spark off each other as Nero grows up and figures out there's a lot Ada isn't telling him, especially about his father. It's not meant out of malice, Ada is just trying very hard how to figure out how to talk about Vergil and Sparda without creating another Vergil if she fucks up and plants a seed in Nero's head that he's safer embracing his demonic side.

This is all adult Ada, however; as a teenager, with all those teenage hormones running through her, PLUS the stress of her boyfriend possibly kick-starting an apocalyptic demonic invasion and/or being murdered by Mundus? She... definitely said some things she really regrets to Dante just after DMC 3: blamed Dante for Vergil's death (so they thought at the time), for not going with him to stand by him, and to an extent even for Temen-Ni-Gru as a whole, because why wouldn't Dante just be the bigger person and TALK to his brother???

Dante, filled with self-loathing and guilt, and more than half-convinced she was right, just took it at the time. Eventually he explained, and Ada apologised, and he forgave her, but... it was a deep wound, and it never quite goes away entirely.

Hence why now Ada is much, much more careful about what she says and does.

(Putting the rest under a read more because Unquiet Bones deals with a lot of dark topics, including suicide and child/religious abuse)

54. What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

Antanasia/"Tansy" - As a secret necromancer keeping the king alive since they were both young children, Tansy got comfortable with asserting herself early. This was not entirely intentional (the previous king and the High Priestess of Ysa-Munda the goddess of death would have perhaps preferred her more malleable), but when you take a child, tell them they have special powers and the entire fate of the kingdom and possibly the continent rests of their shoulders... Well, in Tansy's case you get someone who learns the meaning of "immovable object" real fast.

King Damian is not exactly happy with the resurrection carousel that is his (un)life, so Tansy often goes toe-to-toe with the king himself to ensure he gets the care he needs (in her opinion... it's highly debatable whether what she's doing is ethical in the slightest). So in most verbal confrontations, Tansy goes cold and stern and tries to assert herself with logic. She does know when to fold 'em, but usually that means just abandoning the head-on approach and finding a more sly solution.

In a physical confrontation, she would probably be more inclined to flee. Tansy is very tall but thin as a reed and has little to no muscle; she'd go down fast and easy in a fight and she knows it.

Lucia - By the time the story opens, a combination of freeze and fawn. Lucia is intentionally coded as autistic in Unquiet Bones, although it's not explicitly called out in the text, and is based off my own experienced as a neurodivergent individual in an academic setting.

Lucia has a defining childhood experience where she was physically and emotionally bullied to the point of exploding (metaphorically and... kind of literally). The backlash she got for reacting as she did, even when it was to protect herself, was so harsh -- from family, friends, and authority figures -- that she became terrified of ever losing control to that extent again. This means that she has trained herself out of a fight reflex, but at the cost of being so afraid of conflict that she either fawns and tries to resolve the situation ASAP, even when she is the wronged party, or just shuts down altogether and waits for the storm to pass.

Damian - Damian vacillates between fight and freeze. As a king, he's simultaneously aware he holds ultimate power and he has a very specific set of behaviours he's supposed to follow for the good of the kingdom. As someone with what is essentially a deteriorating chronic illness, he's also become normalised to docilely allowing people to do things to him that he doesn't want because it's "for his own good".

So his preference is to roar and fight and defend his boundaries as well as he can, but it's also a question of whether he a) has the physical and mental energy to do so, b) is in a situation where he won't damage his own reputation or undermine the strength of his position by setting a boundary, and c) believes that the person/people he's arguing with will even listen to him, or just disregard what he's saying and physically overpower him.

Sometimes it's easier to just let whatever is happening, happen, and pick up the pieces afterwards.

(And that's not even going into the bodily autonomy horror of being a deeply closeted gay man who is married to a woman and expected to get an heir as soon as possible -- in fact, that's the main reason you're being kept alive, so your bloodline doesn't die out with you.)

He also fights (verbally) much more often with people he trusts, at least subconsiously, not to leave him. His wife from a political marriage gets cool, polite interactions. Tansy and Beladon, both of whom he's known intimately since he was a young child, get the brunt of the yelling and harsh words.

Varnius - Varnius was actually the hardest to answer this for! Partly because he's the least developed so far, I think.

Varnius joined the priesthood of Ysa-Munda, Goddess of Death, when he was thirteen. At the time, the Mother Superior of the priesthood took the word of Mother Death very literally, especially concerning that Her devoted worshippers were considered dead to the world when they took their vows. Varnius experienced very harsh conditions in the priesthood during his initiation and throughout his teenage years, leaving him with a profound lack of self-worth, and a conviction that his only reason for existing was to help others.

This means he avoided conflict as much as possible during his younger years. Questions were punished. Failure was punished. Crying because you were tired and cold and hungry and wanted to rest was punished. So he learned not to complain. He learned not to question the will of Ysa-Munda. He learned that he was as good as dead, a vessel who existed only to tend to the dead.

Then one day he met a priest of Xenith, the God of Life. Emil was warm; he was kind; he was patient; and, little by little, he put the shattered pieces of Varnius's psyche back together until he felt like a person again.

The upshot of this was that Varnius started questioning the priesthood again. Started considering if he could maybe one day find a way to leave. Then Emil died, and the resulting mental breakdown of grief that was then swiftly suppressed to fester turned Varnius into a man who looks far, far more mentally stable than he actually is.

Nowadays he still hates conflict and avoids it as much as possible, but he will stand his ground when it's for the benefit of others, especially those under his care at the convalescent home he founded, and where he defends his patients' rights to decide when, how, and if they end their lives.

Beladon - Beladon has been raised to be a chevalier parfait, the epitome of a chivalrous knight. He serves King Damian as a counsellor and close friend, pays the expected level of chivalric adoration to Queen Saveria, excels at the joust, writes heartfelt poetry... etc., etc.

Beladon keeps himself on a very short leash. Self-control is his primary virtue. He identifies the correct way to act in every situation and does not allow himself to deviate from that. His inclination is to fight, and he will throw down with anyone who insults his king and queen, but even that is done very correctly: a verbal warning, a threat of repercussions, and finally a formal challenge to a duel (to someone of his own class), or removing them from his presence (to someone of a lower class who does not merit a duel).

Interpersonally, however, Beladon fawns and fawns hard. He has been Damian's best friend and confidant since they were ten years old, and knows more about Damian than anyone else. He has been in love with Damian for a not inconsiderable number of the years they've known each other, and he cannot bear for Damian to think badly of him. So if he ever senses he's annoyed Damian, he immediately backtracks on whatever he has done or said, trying to please him.

Unfortunately for Beladon, Damian finds this habit infuriating, and would respect Beladon far more if he stuck to his guns and was prepared to have an honest argument from time to time.

[everysai]

Sudden Kabuto Leg Bandages!!!!! As a side note, Sai's ability to quickly recover from his previously dormant fight-or-flight instinct kicking in is incredible.

I know he's a ROOT agent and it's to be expected that their organization is exceptional, but that skill is noteworthy; and it's still pretty brave to immediately bait Sasuke again, especially after that lol

Yeah!!! Honestly it's impressive how quickly he was able to shake off the residual effects of that genjutsu (especially as overwhelming as that must have felt for someone whose panic response had been dormant for so long like you said), and interesting to see the way it was messing with his emotional repression training. I like the little detail of him being surprised at finding sweat from fear.

And yes lmao, I also love him realising that mentioning Naruto is what pissed Sasuke off so he just gets back up and does it again, but pushing the topic even more dhjfhfkshdnds 😭

But speaking of him being really skilled I agree so much..... actually I think he's one of the best shinobi, especially of their age group. I think it says a lot that Danzo valued him so highly too, bc he's not the kind of person to be easily impressed.

One particular moment that really stands out to me is when he stops Sasuke from trying to kill Naruto a few chapters from now, and not only does he get there fast enough in that fraction of a second but he stops his attack by grabbing his wrist instead of trying to block the sword (Sasuke also praises him for that move lmao), because later in the same fight Yamato tries to block Sasuke's sword with a kunai and it shatters. So I think it's really impressive that Sai is able to both move and think more quickly than even an experienced ANBU omg??

He has some really cool moments during the war too..... I'm excited to post all of these eventually sjgdjs

[acid-attacc]

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional? No, if she makes a mistake the guilt doesnt differ.

When do they feel the most guilt? Mina often feels guilty about not being a good friend to those around her. How do they respond to it? For Mina she has one of two responses that could play out; option one, she tries to reassure herself that the person she feels guilty about knows she is there for them and that she cares about them. option two is worse, if she cant assure herself or if something happened and it was because she was supposed to be the one that was tasked with watching over the group she can and would shut down.

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Jaywalking(crossing the street but not using a crosswalk) Why? getting to point a from point b faster than walking to the corner and waiting to be allowed across.

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate? she doesnt greet them. just looks at them before turning and walking away.

How do they greet someone they like / love? She'll run up to them and hug or kiss them if they are ok with it.

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made? You mean other than being friends with a group of young men and Jirou (other than katsuki, hanta and Jirou) that all share a brain cell?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? No. Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell? Wouldnt you like to know

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Singing. Why? she gets nervous preforming infront of others.

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there? If she were genuinely not wanted at an event she'd prefer to not be invited but would probably want an explanation as to why she wasnt wanted.

How do they respond to a loose handshake? she wouldnt think anything of it. What goes through their head? that the person doesnt have the grip strength

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else? When she gets mad, she'll slip into yelling at someone in german.

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately? The way certain members of class a fold towels.

Are they a listener or a talker? both.

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting? she's impulsive af lol

Who would / do they believe without question? Aizawa-sensei, Midoriya Izuku. those are the two people she believes what they say without question. Aizawa because he almost died for her class their first year. and Midoriya because he's never been wrong in a analyst of a opponent, that and she thinks when he gets flustered it's cute. @mightiboy (this is what i was talking about lmao)

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation? fight. i mean come on she's been trained by Aizawa "i will kick you out" Shouta for the last three years he def would have gotten her over freezing.

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Her father or anyone thats closest to her. Does this answer change depending on the type of fear? no, just changes with who's around her.

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often? making sure her homework is in her bag before leaving the dorms. its why she's asked Momo to hold onto her homework for her and give it to her during homeroom so she cant misplace it.

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? alot. Is there a common theme? she just likes trying and learning new things

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often? "I'm fine."

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’? Depends on the other muse, but usually Mina is very friendly towards others.

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing? Often, I try to not "hide" her genuine emotions.

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss? With Mina being a 3rd year/Pro-hero, the one hobby she misses most would be dancing. she doesnt really have time for it now, what with trying to get her brand off the ground, (as a 3rd it would be because of exams/training/ect)

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen? Yes she can. She usually has to remember how it felt when she was in grade school. (She was bullied alot because of how different she looked compared to the other students)

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before? Oooo, her favorite anything huh? well her favorite snack is cookies and cream mochi, her favorite food is her paternal grandmother's Spätzle (she's half german/half japanese in my hc), her favorite class A member is Kirishima (they literally grew up together but she likes most of her classmates equally), her favorite genre of music.. literally anything, her favorite hobby (after dancing) cooking (she loves to cook recipes her Nona and Obasan have taught her over the years)

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? what would i yell to find her in a crowd? easy "RED RIOT WHO?" What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell? her best friend/romantic partner? "MARCO" with her response being of course "POLO"

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’? She wouldnt automatically say that to a romantic partner right off the bat, but if she was talking to her friends then she says that to them often. her love languages is confirmation/acts of service/physical touch

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive? Gentle love. Now see that depends, if its regular day to day she prefers gentle, buuuut if its spicy bedroom time tough because she a little masochist

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity? She doesnt really have a fun fact.

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference? If and this is a big if someone were to try and impersonate her, it would be obvious immedatly, simply because she has special nicknames for everyone she knows and thats how her friends would know, her family would also know as well because she will often slip into speaking german around them and if "mina" didnt do that then thats not their daughter.

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific! Really, really bad puns, Midoriya's t-shirt collection causes her to burst out laughing every time she see him wearing one. she will go out of her way to buy him the most obscene ones just because she thinks they are funny.

When do they fake a smile? How often? sometimes every day. (this answers both questions)

How do they put out a candle? blow it out.

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone? there's really not a difference tbh.

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head? self-entitled karens or herself depends.

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them? she notices the faint scars that litter her body, she notices how her eyes have dimmed and are not as bright as they once were.

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)? Their paternal grandfather but romantically? well so far that position is vacant.

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding? if she had her phone on her she would be on that until rescue arrived.

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Bakugou. Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person? This one's hard but i will go out on a limb and say Mi*eta

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it? N/A (i got nothing for this one lol)

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character? Skydiving/Bungee jumping.

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember? N/A

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it? Maybe, why you askin'? it might have been a peanut butter chocolate chip.

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot? uhhh.... idk lol

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss? probably cry once alone.

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond? 🤷

What do they tell people they want? Gift cards. What do they actually want? Something the other person picked out, just to show "hey i was thinking about you so i got you this"

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them? get upset that they arent being believed.

(will reblog with the rest of the questions/answers)

[naddiesflower]

JJK boi gets jealous but isn't your boyfriend

Characters: Itadori Yuji, Satoru Gojo, Inumaki Toge, Megumi Fushiguro

i've had this in my drafts for almost a year and I need it gone asap lmao

Yuji

You and Yuji were good friends

Very very good friends

Yes the both of you had feelings for each other

Yes it was very obvious for everyone except the both of yall

Poor Nobara and Megumi were the ones who had to witness the endless pining firsthand

Nobara once tried to make a bet with Megumi about how long it would take for you and Yuji to get together and he turned down the bet

Megumi was kinda secretly invested tho 

You know who else was invested in your awkward pining?

Gojo

The devil himself

This man loves seeing you and Yuji be awkward with each other

He would actively put yall in awkward situations

Gojo would send only the two of you on some missions he knew yall could handle

And whenever yall would come back to the school, Gojo would always be looking at you guys with a smug smile

He’d have his blindfold on but god damn could you feel his stare burning into the back of your head whenever you were next to Yuji

Like damn mind your business, this is why you're in a-

Reader @ Gojo: https://youtu.be/Xp24sndMy80

anyways 

Valentine’s was right around the corner (shhh i know it’s different in Japan, but disregard that for plot purposes)

And you’d think Yuji would find some sort of way to confess his feelings

Cuz let’s be honest, you wouldn’t be the one to man up and confess, don’t lie

But you’d think Yuji would

Nah

He too would be a pussy

And he’s happy with his friendship with you and doesn’t wanna ruin that

So when the day comes he does nothing, he treats it like a normal day

You however do give everyone chocolates to everyone, calling them “friendship chocolates”

It makes you kinda makes you sad giving Yuji the “friendship chocolate”

But when you do, he gives you the most saccharine smile and it quickly dissipates the small pang in your heart and replaces it with pure unadulterated joy

It’s later in the day when you, Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi decide to go and hang out

When it’s just you and Yuji you get a text from a friend from your old junior high asking you to meet up with them for something real quick

You ask Yuji to come with you seeing as it was quick like your friend said and you just wanted to spend more time with Yuji

Yuji like the sunshine he is, happily agrees to accompany you to meet up with your friend

What he didn’t expect was for your friend to be a guy…with a box of chocolates in his hands

It’s obvious you weren’t also expecting your friend to have a box of chocolates with them, but you’re quicker to shake off your confusion and greet your friend

Yuji doesn’t join you, only standing a couple of paces back

He can immediately tell your friend has a crush on you

He knew that look cuz Nobara says he would stare at you like that

He’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “I should be the only one staring at them like that >:(”

He doesn’t wanna be rude for your sake and just pouts and stares while the guy shoves the box of chocolates at you while saying something he can’t hear

You look flustered and say something that leaves your friend dejected

Which secretly makes Yuji a little happy inside 

Eventually, you and your friend walk away from each other and you approach Yuji

“Sooo, did anything happen.”

He couldn’t help but be nosey, especially when it came to you

“Oh, you know, something that doesn’t involve you.”

You pinch his nose and shake it lightly 

Yuji pries your finger off his nose and the two of you begin walking back to the school

He really wanted to push you into telling him more but he knew that was your way of telling him to drop the subject

Plus, he was now interested in you, who has now opened the small box of chocolates and was about to eat one of the chocolates

It’s like his fight or flight instincts kick in

He has no idea why but they do

He doesn’t want you eating another guy’s chocolate 

so he does what seems most logical in his mind

He grabs your wrist and shoves the chocolate into his mouth

“Ah! Yuji you bit me, why did you do that!”

He panics, how is he supposed to tell you that he didn’t want you eating some stranger's chocolates

That he wanted to be the one to give you that box and see you happily eat them

“You’ll get cavities!”

Now you’re confused

“Yuji what?”

“I don’t want you to be in pain if you get cavities,” he snatches the box away from you. “Here I’ll eat them and get cavities in your stead.” 

And now you’re pouting

“Yuji, I wanted to eat them though.”

God you looked so cute when you pouted

But he also didn’t want you to be sad so he grabs your hand and starts dragging you somewhere

“Look! This store is open, I can get you a better box of chocolates.”

Rolling your eyes you follow him inside without a complaint, because who are you to complain about getting chocolates from Yuji 

Gojo

You were a teacher at Jujutsu Tech

Or “Gojo Satorou’s babysitter,” as some of your coworkers loved to refer to you as playfully

As much as you hated the moniker, it was kind of true

The man loved bothering you in his free time

His love for bothering you has spanned years

Beginning in high school

You would think Gojo was your junior with the way he acts with you

But nope, somehow he was your senior by one year

You honestly didn’t like him at first

He was so cocky and not to mention he ALWAYS bothered you

But the more you got the know him over time the more you started to like him

Which eventually led to you having a crush on him

You never ended up admitting your crush to him in hopes of it going away and not burdening him

Sadly your crush never went away and still persisted to this day 

But with everything going on, you still didn’t want to burden Gojo 

And you wanted to focus on teaching and protecting your kids to your full extent

Your days would play out like clockwork

So when you’re in your office and hear knocking you answer it like you normally would

But when you open the door you’re greeted by Nanami 

Which is a surprise, since you were expecting to see Gojo ready to bother you

But it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless

“What can I do for you Nanami-san?”

“I came to pick up the paperwork from earlier, there’s also no need to for honorifics.”

“Right, sorry it’s a force a habit.”

You and Nanami are the same age so that also meant you were classmates in high school

Which also meant you two would talk trash about Gojo on days he was being particularly annoying

So before retrieving the papers you make some small talk to catch up with him

Imagine Gojo's surprise when he sees you laughing with Nanami when he rounds the corner of the hall

He had gone out of his way to buy some pastries from his favorite shop to share with you

Only he was allowed to bother you

He takes one of the pastries and admires it before lamentably chucking it at Nanami

“Nanamin!”

He could have gotten in between the two of you quickly

But this was much quicker and more effective in his opinion 

You don’t even know what hits Nanami since it zipped by you so fast but once it lands on his chest you can make out that it was a pastry…with filling

The filling in the pastry had splattered all over the front of his dress shirt

And by some miracle, the filling had entirely missed you

Both you and Nanami look toward the perpetrator and honestly, you’re almost not surprised to see Gojo

But Nanami looked like he wanted to murder Gojo

Luckily you had a handkerchief in your bag and start wiping away at his shirt

“Sorry, Nanami, let me try to get off as much as I can.”

Gojo also doesn’t like this so now he’s by you in an instant

He pulls your hand away from Nanami’s chest and pulls it towards him

“Wipe me off too.”

“Gojo you have nothing on you, now let me clean Nanami of your mess.”

A hand plants itself on Nanami’s chest that isn’t yours and further smears the frosting

Gojo takes his frosting-coated hand and drags it across his uniform

He has the smuggest smirk on his face and you almost want to physically wipe it off

Actually, that might not be a bad idea

“Forgive me Nanami, I think it would be best to give you the paperwork at a later time, let me deal with Gojo.”

“Yes I think that would be best lest we want any more frosting on stuff, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Grabbing Gojo by his ear you drag him inside your office

“Oh? This seems a little scandalous don't you think, just me and you alone in your office.”

You notice movement under his mask and realize he’s waggling his eyebrows at you

You scoff at what he’s insinuating, “Don’t get ideas, let me just wipe that off for you.”

Gojo, unsuspectingly, gets closer to you and presents his chest to you

And you quite literally wipe off the cocky smile he has

The frosting on the handkerchief smears all over his mouth and you can’t help but start laughing like crazy

“Oh man, the color white really does suit you hahaha!”

Gojo takes the time to appreciate your laugh and smile, they truly were beautiful

It’s a shame he’s not ready for commitment, or he would have asked you out back in high school

Out of nowhere, Gojo grabs your face with his big ass hands and pulls you towards him

He kisses you on the cheek and swipes his head left and right, trying to get as much frosting on your face

“Satoru nooo!”

He’ll just have to settle with warding off people who try to get too buddy with you

Toge

He could be extremely petty if he wanted to be

And you knew this because you’ve experienced it firsthand

You’ll never get over the fact that he once blocked your number over a small disagreement you both had

And when you tried to endless question him why behind your poorly concealed amusement Inumaki only writes 2 words on a piece of paper

Silent Treatment

You still crack up to this day when you think about it 

Incidents like this were common between the two of you ever since you met in your first year together

but that never stopped you from developing feelings for him

And Inumaki would say the same thing, if anything he would say it’s made him fall harder for you

Toge when he gets witty remarks and sarcasm from someone else: 😐

Toge when he gets witty remarks and sarcasm from you: 😍

What he really wasn’t a fan of was that you were extremely close to Yuji

He knew he had no right to feel jealous since you were allowed to be friends with whoever you wanted

But he felt that any chance he has with you is slowly being robbed by Yuji

So when you one day ask him to help you water some plants in school

He eagerly nods his head

This becomes a normal occurrence between the two of you

And a small part of him is smug about it since he knows you only ask him to water plants with you

Which means he has you all to himself 

Until one day it isn’t just you and him

It ends up being you, him, and Yuji

And you’re surprised too when he joins you guys 

So he guesses that you didn’t invite him like you usually do

At first, Toge doesn’t mind it, Yuji makes you smile and Toge loves seeing your smile

And he likes Yuji, he’s a great kouhai

But then every time you both go to water plants Yuji is somehow always there 

And one of the few times Toge had alone with you was gone 

So you can’t really blame him for thinking that Yuji is trying to steal you away

Yes you were close to Yuji

But he was more of an annoying little brother than anything else to you

And you know exactly why Yuji decided to barge into your time with Toge

All because you made the mistake of telling him about the crush you have on Toge

Since then Yuji had secretly insisted on being your wingman despite your refusal

But you couldn’t tell Toge that because you didn’t want to reveal your crush to him so you settled on an

“I don’t know, just ignore him I guess,” when Toge asked you over text why Yuji had joined you guys

And that’s exactly what he does, until one day he can’t

Usually, Yuji arrives late on days you guys water the plants

But not today, he was there earlier than him and right next to you nonetheless

You’re laughing at something Yuji says and push his arm

And deep down, Toge thinks that should be him instead

He looks around and spots a water hose on the ground near his feet

All he thinks is “nice.”

He picks up the hose and presses on the nozzle to see if the water is on and sure enough it is

Toge adjusts the pressure from mist to jet spray and points it at Yuji

Yuji screams because of how cold the water is 

And you scream because water being sprayed all over Yuji is the last thing you expect

Toge honestly thinks you sound cute tho

When Toge shuts off the spray, Yuji is thoroughly soaked and both of you look towards him with ajar mouths

“Inumaki senpai?!”

“Inumaki!”

One sounds surprised while the other is scolding, making him smile, which is thankfully covered by his collar

He walks over the both of you and he can see Yuji begin to start shivering

“Senpai what was that for??”

Toge was going to give him a simple shrug 

But you beat him to it with an excuse for him

“I’m sure he thought you were a flower, what with your vibrant hair, right Inumaki?”

Knowing you were giving him an out he agrees with you, “Shake”

Yuji clearly doesn’t buy it but you’re trying to usher him away

“Yuji you’re already starting to shiver, go inside and change or else you’ll get sick.”

You push at his back and Yuji reluctantly complies but not before he gives you a pointed look 

When Yuji is out of sight you turn to look and give Inumaki the same pointed look Yuji gave you

“What was that for Toge?” 

He only shrugs which makes you give him a small glare

You knew he was up to something

It wasn’t obvious, but your bullshit meter was going off

A ping from your phone however breaks you from your suspicions

Seeing it’s a message from Inumaki makes you furrow your eyebrows

“You know, you’re pretty like a flower too”

Looking up from your phone you give Toge a confused look as you feel your cheeks slowly start to warm up

“What-?”

You’re not able to get another word out as you get sprayed with water

Somehow through the water practically blinding you, you manage to grab ahold of Inumaki’s hand with the hose and push it away

“Toge you butthole what was that for!?”

You see that Inumaki’s eyes crinkled at the corners and just barely hear his quiet laughter

Fuck he really was cute

But two could play at that game

You make quick work to steal the water hose from him and when you finally do obtain it you waste no time in spraying him

When you’re satisfied, you let your finger off the nozzle and admire the newly soaked Inumaki in front of you

Which causes you to bust out laughing

In no less than a minute both you and Inumaki start fighting over the hose

When Yuji is done drying himself up and changing into new clothes he rushes to the exit but is surprised to see you and Inumaki enter completely soaked to the bone 

Though what surprises him more is the fact that you aren’t arguing with Inumkai but instead laughing with him

Later that night you get a message from Yuji: “i’m a pretty good wingman huh? :D”

Megumi

You had never expected to develop a crush on Megumi

Yeah he was really cute, but he always had a grumpy face

It was honestly cute

And it made you think that you probably annoy him

You didn’t avoid him, but you tried to stay out of his way as subtly as you could

Which in turn made Megumi think that you didn’t like him

But somehow yall still developed feelings for each other

Megumi was pretty good at hiding his feelings

You on the other hand….not so much

You thought you did an okay job with hiding your feelings until Nobara questions you when she’s in your room one night

“You stare at Megumi a lot, you two don’t have drama going on do you?”

You rarely spoke much to each other so you were 99% you didn’t

“We don’t.”

“Or do you have some sort of crush on him?”

You knew she was joking but you hesitate a little when you answer her

“...I don’t.”

Nobara immediately notices

“No way.”

From that night on she teases you but you know she really doesn’t mean it when she says, “you have questionable taste but I respect it.”

The same happened to Megumi

Yuji knew of his crush on you, but he found out from Sukuna….

He doesn’t know how Sukuna found out but god dammit does he hate it

“Your eyes linger on that one longer than anyone else, I almost can’t blame you, that is a nice a-”

Megumi is quick to slap his hand over Yuji’s cheek, where Sukuna’s mouth appeared

And Yuji is just a confused mess

But Yuji is a true bro 

He thinks Megumi has great taste and does everything in his power to shut Sukuna up whenever you’re all together

And you’ve certainly noticed this

Sukuna never ever spoke to you and all of a sudden you’re the peak of his interest lately

You’d just be chilling with the first years and then 

“You really are nice on the eyes, it’s no wonder M-”

Both Megumi and Yuji scramble to shut Sukuna up

At first, Sukuna would just laugh and not come back for the remainder of the time you guys would hang out

But overtime Sukuna would get more persistent 

Just like today

You were waiting for Nobara outside a store with Yuji and Megumi

Thankfully it wasn’t a busy day so very few people were out and about

But that also meant that Sukuna would make himself be known more often

God Megumi really hated Sukuna

…..but he was right about what he said even if he worded everything in a crude way

But he also hated that Sukuna would dare look at you

You’re too good for trash like him to be laying his sight on you

Sadly Megumi can’t do much cuz well….Sukuna isn't actually physically present 

So he just silently seethes

You almost don’t notice it but Megumi looks more grumpy than he usually does

And you wanna ask him what's wrong but you also don't wanna bother him

So you end up leaving him be and keep an eye out for him 

Megumi notices you looking more towards him and he takes that as you feeling uncomfortable that Sukuna was being crude towards you

But in all honesty, you’ve been ignoring Sukuna, and everything he said just bounced right off you

Reader whenever Sukuna talks: https://youtu.be/2tRIjRVcHcQ

Yuji groans and both you and Megumi turn towards him and notice Sukuna’s mouth has manifested on his cheek

All of a sudden Megumi grabs your hand and drags you away

You almost don’t notice him speaking because you’re focused on his hand…which is warm

Which is holding yours 

“Let’s hang out, just you and me.”

You blink at him almost as if you didn’t process his words and he speaks again

“If you want to…I mean.”

Oh your poor heart

Why was he so cute (https://youtu.be/OEWe25v4JUk)

“I’d love to!”

Ok that sounded too eager

“I mean that would be cool.”

The both are you are still grabbing hands and when Megumi notices he awkwardly pulls away

Which makes you laugh a little

“Let’s go.” 

Megumi begins walking past you in hope of hiding his blush from you

When you catch up to him you do see the remnants of his blush 

but what you don’t notice is the soft looks he gives you when you’re not looking

[flying-nightwing]

Scorpion (1/2)

I am still working on Op. Solarstorm, but I had this playing in my mind for far too long to keep ignoring. Also, not me back at it again with my favourite tropes and villain!reader? lmao. Anyway, enjoy!

Masterlist in bio/pinned

Pairing:

Dick Grayson x f!reader (villain)

Word count: 5217

Warnings: Language, violence, steamy stuff hehe ;) but no nsfw, kind of angst? also reader being so fucking dramatic Summary: You are the resident bad guy of Blüdhaven, former supervillain, nemesis of Nightwing and master toxinologist in your own right. One night, however, you receive an unexpected visit that convince you to return to your former alias, Scorpion. (Based off a prompt I can’t find in my likes anymore but I’ll link it as soon as I find it)

The storm raged outside.

The rain pelted down your windows, blurring the view of Blüdhaven’s skyline almost entirely. Only the occasional thunder bolts lit up the horizon, just enough to see for a fraction of second the dark clouds glaring down the city. The wind howled as it navigated around the skyscrapers, washing away the droplets of rain as soon as they crashed down.

You stood in front of the curtain wall of your condo, sipping a glass of wine and watching it all unwind like a movie. You found the storm relaxing, as if the loud growl of it drained all the negative energy stored within you and released it as a powerful blast out into the world. You smiled at the thought; if only you could possess that much power to smithe your enemies, your job would be about a hundred times easier. 

You were about to leave your window for a refill when you heard the faintest thud at your door. You frowned, waiting a moment, before shrugging and resuming your course for the kitchen. However, before you could get there, another sound reached your ears, this time, unmistakably two quiet knocks. You placed your glass on a hallway table beside a flower vase and went to the door, peeking through the glass eye. When you saw nothing, you backed up and reached for the switchblade tucked under the waistband of your pants, then placed a careful hand on the knob. You twisted and pulled the door open, and your muscles tensed at the sight in front of you.

Your fight or flight instinct kicked in for a second as your eyes registered the black and blue before anything else, but you held back that reaction when you noticed something was wrong. While there was no doubt the man on the other side was Nightwing, the vigilante that always managed to spoil your plans or stop your schemes, he looked nothing like the cocky vigilante who would have already delivered a clever one liner as soon as he got a glimpse of your face. 

No, that man was hunched on the wall, his footing staggering and his suit ripped on the arms and the torso. He was drenched and visibly weak, and his mask was broken over his left eye. Even if you could see only half of it, you noticed the blown pupil that expanded over most of his iris. Like his reaction time had been put in slow motion, he finally lifted his head, his gaze swaying from left to right. He had been clearly drugged.

“I’m sorry” His voice was shaky and breathless. “I’m sorry… I had nowhere else to go”

You noticed only then he was clutching his stomach, even if he wasn’t bleeding specifically there. You snapped out of your stupor, putting your arm around his torso and holding him up as he crashed forward. You managed to pull him in your condo with you and shut the door behind you with your foot. He was heavy, especially since he probably didn’t have the control of his muscles at all to help you with the weight, but you managed to get him to your couch. You laid him down, being careful not to let his head bounce on the way down. You put the back of your hand on his forehead, and he was burning. Even through the rain on his skin, you could see the coat of sweat on his face and down his neck. Switchblade in hand, you cut through what remained of his suit and slipped it off him before he caught his death from wearing cold, soaking wet clothes on top of whatever else was happening. He started writhing on the couch, moaning in pain and still clutching his stomach. You saw that it was swollen and tender under all the shallow fresh cuts littering his body, and immediately you understood that he hadn’t been drugged, he had been poisoned.

You moved up his body again and kneeled beside his head, gently removing his domino mask. He was so out of it he didn’t even notice your cold fingers on his face, nor your saddened sigh. It had been a while since you had seen him without his mask, and yet, he was still as shockingly beautiful as he was years ago. You didn’t waste time appreciating his beauty however, as you were most probably on the clock. You stood up and left him there for a second as you grabbed your emergency kit labelled poison/venom and brought it back to him, kneeling once again. You grabbed the flashlight first, leaning above his face and pulling the eyelids of his right eye open. You flashed the light in it, but the pupil remained blown, completely ignoring the sudden brightness. His left eye was the same. 

Quickly, you put the flashlight away and grabbed a plastic syringe, capping it with a needle. You made sure the air was out before finding the vein in his arm and plunging the needle in it. You filled it with blood and put it aside while you fished the toxicity test, then put a small amount of blood in the vial and twirled it to mix it with the powder. You waited a minute and checked the scale, which told you if left untreated, whatever was flowing through his veins would be very lethal. You swore under your breath as you pushed to your feet again, heading for your bedroom and your walk in wardrobe. At the back of it, you punched a code in a pad and the wall pulled slightly toward you. With a tug, you pulled it all the way out and grabbed the first o negative blood bag as well as tubes and a stand to hook it on. You returned to him and prepared his transfusion in a record time, setting the bag and the tubes then putting once again a needle in his arm. At this point, he had stopped moving, but his chest still rose and fell in jagged motions. 

You remained there a couple of seconds more to be sure he was really passed out, then you grabbed the syringe filled with blood and moved everything else out of the way. You put the syringe on the counter while you dragged your working station from another room--only now glad that you made the choice to have it on wheels--and put it so you could have a good view of Dick even when working. You took the time to put gloves, then brought the syringe with you and sat behind your microscope.

You put a drop of blood on the slide and got to work.

---

You waited in the dark warehouse, your ears strained for any other sound than the water leaking from the roof. Your double edged spear was prominent on your back, glistening under the faint light coming from the bright spot outside. You hadn’t taken it out in a while, but its blades were still sharp and deadly. You hoped the sheer sight of it would be enough to remind your rendez-vous who was in charge here, but you wouldn’t mind using your weapon once again. 

You stared deeper into the building as quiet footsteps grew closer, and seconds later, your contact emerged from the darkness. You let them come to you as you remained attentive to your surroundings. Just because they were an old colleague of yours, it didn’t mean you trusted them. If anything, it made them even more dangerous in your eyes. 

“Scorpion” They greeted with a smirk, using your old nickname. You couldn’t help but let a chuckle at the memory of the good old days, when you definitely wouldn’t have gone to such lengths for Nightwing out of all people. “What owes me the pleasure of getting your call tonight?”

“I need some intel” You went straight to the point, fishing a small vial from your black trenchcoat, holding it up to eye level. “This is a very rare sample of Diamondback rattlesnake venom I extracted from the blood of an unfortunate victim. Any idea how it got into Blüdhaven without me knowing?”

They raised an eyebrow after giving the vial a quick glance. “Are you accusing me of smuggling it into the city?”

“Not yet” You carefully replied. “But I believe you might know who did”

“Listen” They sighed as you put back the sample in your coat. “You’ve been out of the game for a while now. Things have changed down here, and it’s not my place to question the chain of power”

“Have they?” You challenged, sweeping the room once again and noticing they hadn’t brought back up. Decidedly, someone somewhere got ahead of themselves and forgot their place. 

“Uh?”

“Have things really changed?” You slowly raised an eyebrow. You felt dread creep in their eyes. “I want a name”

“None can do” They backed up slowly, palms up. “You hold no power here anymore, so you should just go back to your tower and keep your nose in your mob business before we both get killed”

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” You mumbled, looking them up and down. Then, you reached behind your back to get your spear. You striked rapidly as they jumped back, the blade slicing the skin of their biceps. You spun it in your hand and put it back on your back.

“What the f--” They swore, glaring at you. “You’re truly out of it, Scorpion. Can’t even hit your fucking target now. That’s why nobody’s scared of you anymore”

“If you think I missed, then you’ve learned nothing” You simply smiled as you backed away. “You’ll remember who’s in charge soon enough. Have a good life, what’s left of it anyway”

You turned around and walked away, thinking about how the powerful venom coating the blades of your staff was strong enough to cause seizures in about fifteen minutes, and death in fifteen more.

---

You returned to your condo as the sun began to be visible over the horizon, the soft light basking the whole living room in a yellow hue. You quietly went back to your room, changing from your drenched trench coat and black suit to a cream colored blouse and burgundy slacks. You carefully put back your spear in its locked case, keeping its blades far away from any exposed skin.

You returned to the living room, pausing beside Dick who was still passed out. His breathing was slower, more even now, so the antidote you had prepared before leaving had worked. The fever seemed to have died down, and you guessed his stomach wasn't swollen anymore. You didn’t want to pull off the two heavy blankets over him to check and let his bare skin come into contact with the cold of the room. You checked the solute solution that replaced the blood bag on the stand, knowing you wouldn’t need a refill once it was empty. Knowing the man, he’d wake up anytime soon. 

You cleaned up the room and brought back your working station to your office, then sat at your computer to catch up on some work your now ex-accountant messed up. After a couple of hours, you took a nap that turned into something closer to a night full of sleep, and only woke up in the late afternoon. You were surprised Dick was still out when you checked on him, it wasn’t his type to fall into the average of anything, especially not recovery time. 

You had to wait well after sundown for him to stir awake with a groan, then slightly panic as he took in his surroundings. He tried to sit up, but fell back onto his elbows.

“Take it easy” You said, bringing his attention to you for a second before he averted his gaze. “You had quite the dose of venom in your blood. You’re lucky you even made it to my door”

Even with his gaze casted down, you could see he was confused by the soft tone you spoke to him with. It was a far cry from the threats and insults you usually shared when he decided to come and interfere with your business. Yet, you didn’t like the idea of someone else out there trying to kill him, despite the fact that you had done so many times in the past. You and Nightwing had been long standing rivals, fighting for the same turf when you were Scorpion and now that you had your own mob to manage. He knew where you stood, and you him, creating a dynamic where unspoken rules were religiously being respected by both parties. And well, you hated when rules were broken, especially by people with no respect for them, especially when they targeted your nemesis.

You stood up and walked to him, sitting on the coffee table beside him. You brushed your hand down his cheek to his chin, gently pushing up so he could meet your eyes. They were still a bit glassy and unfocused from the venom, but the pupils had regained their normal size. The white around his dark blue irises was bloodshot, and the dark bags under his lids were prominent. In the years you had known him, you had never seen him so battered, so down, so not… him. Even if you were by all purposes and intents enemies, it still sparked a rage within you. You could feel the anger rise in your throat at the defeated face staring back at you, but you willed it back inside. For now.

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it still conjured a divine wrath with every word. “Who did this to you?”

“Doesn’t matter” He mumbled, but he didn’t have the strength to conceal his lie. He tried to get up, but his muscles failed him. 

“But it does” You shook your head, not letting him look away. “Someone injected you with venom and tortured you. It cannot go unanswered, not under my watch”

Something switched in his eyes, before it was buried under resolve in front of your insisting. “Sionis”

Suddenly you saw red. You knew he had been in town for a few weeks already, but you mostly ignored him, thinking he’d go away on his own after concluding whatever deal he was there for. You had no doubt he had been the one to take over Blüdhaven’s underworld right under your nose and turn everyone against you. Unbeknownst to them, you were still the most dangerous person in this city and it was well past time to remind them of it. 

“Stay here, you need to rest” You ordered, gently pushing him back on the couch. “When you’ll feel strong enough to stand up, there’s food in the fridge”

“Wait, where are you going?” Confusion etched on his features.

“I’m going to have a little chat with Sionis”

“(Y/N), no” His voice was strained as he pushed himself off the couch and tried to stand up again. The use of your name made you halt your step to face him as he struggled to stay on his feet. “You don’t… You can’t…”

You retook the steps towards him, stopping right in front of him. “You came to me last night for help, so let me help”

“I know but…” He trailed off, sighing. “I can’t let you fight my battles, it’s not right”

“I’m not, I’m doing what I should have done weeks ago. I have let the infection fester in the wound for far too long, and now it’s time to clean it” You placed a hand on his cheek, and he didn’t fight it. “It’s our city, and if Sionis thinks he can take it, he’s gravely mistaken” 

“It doesn’t mean I want it to be taken back your way” His eyes flashed pain as he shook his head slightly. Yet, he still didn’t back off, but you retracted your hand like it touched fire. “Scorpion left a trail of bodies wherever she went. I may still not approve of your current career, but nothing will let me morally support your descent to that rabbit hole again”

Your features hardened at his words. “Those are bold claims for a man who cannot take two steps without crumbling” You spoke calmly, but the harsh undertone in your voice was a dead giveaway of your bitterness. “I don’t want to see you hurt, I think we’ve established that a long time ago. But I feel like it’s a good time to remind you that what was given can be taken away”

“You’re threatening me now?”

You gave him a cold smile as you backed away. “Oh honey, you’ll know when I’m threatening you”

“So we’re back to this uh?” His sneer transcended his weakened physical state.

“You should rest” You deflected, not ready to answer that just yet, not to him, anyway. You hated to see disappointment on such handsome features, even if it was pretty much the only thing you ever saw anymore. “This isn’t a hangover you can shake off with a tylenol and a smoothie. You need to let the antidote work” 

He only held your stare, the disappointment you dreaded steadily growing in his blue eyes. His lack of words were as effective as his worst scolding. Without breaking eye contact, you fished your phone from your pocket and dialed the first contact in your list.

“Borovski, arrange a last minute meeting with Mr. Sionis” You spoke in a flat tone. “Yes, let him know that Scorpion requires an audience”

------

You found the place of the meeting peculiar. 

The underground casino was crassy, a cloud of cigarette smoke hanging low in the air. No players were sitting at the tables, no bartenders were on duty, only a handful of armed guards giving you a not so warm welcome into the establishment and one man in a purple sequin suit.

“Ah, Scorpion!” Sionis called as he stood up. Then, he paused as he took you in. “I must say, you are not what I expected”

You raised an eyebrow at the grimace he made, but he kept looking you up and down as if there was something he didn’t quite catch. Finally, his eyes stopped on your spear on your back, and his face lit up with understanding. He laughed, but it seemed way too forced.

“Oh, I get it now!” He wiped nonexistent tears from his eyes as he pointed back and forth between you and the spear. “It’s because the spear’s like a scorpion tail. Very clever!”

“I’m glad to see there are no explanations required then” You scoffed sarcastically as you took one step forward. Immediately, his guards closed in on you.

“Aht aht,” He held a finger up, waving it obnoxiously. “I might find it clever, but there is no scenario possible in which you come close to me with that thing. Hand it over”

“Afraid of a little blade, Sionis?” You taunted, nevertheless taking your spear off your back and handing it to one of his goons. 

“Nice try, but we both know it’s not just the blade” He made yet another grimace as you got cleared to come closer. “Men, be careful not to touch the shiny part of it, kay? I’d hate to stain the floors with your dead bodies”

You smirked as you sat down in the chair he gestured to, resting your arms on the empty poker table. He sat down sideways in front of you and crossed his legs, bouncing his feet to an imaginary beat. “So... Miss Scorpion,” He began, a hint of humour in his voice like the situation was amusing. “I gotta say, I admire your previous work. But how long has it been since then? Five, six years? Where have you been?”

“Seven” You corrected. “I inherited a criminal empire from my father, changed vocations. Rather than sting people, I synthesize antidotes to the most potent venoms and sell them for quite a fortune per dose”

“Uh, I heard you were in the drug market” He frowned. “Perhaps my intel was… Mistaken”

“That too” The corner of your lips went up. “Well dosed, venom makes for a fantastic psychedelic. But worry not about your circle, those are no street drugs. Not a lot of people can afford it, in fact”

He nodded slowly. “So you want what exactly, to sell to me?” 

“No” You shook your head, your smile turning just a bit more sinister as you grabbed the rattlesnake venom vial and rolled it to him. Slowly, he picked up and observed it, recognition flashing in his features. You leaned forward, setting your stare on him. “I’m here for other concerns. Like you bringing venom in my city without my authorization”

He sat back in his chair, amused and unimpressed. He twirled the vial in his gloved hands, lazily studying it. “It’s not your city anymore” He shrugged. “It was right there for the taking, and honestly it is so much more fun than Gotham, without a gloomy bat lurking in the dark”

You didn’t react immediately. You simply observed him, then subtly calculated the distance of each goon from him. In theory, their reaction times would be slow enough for you to get to Sionis. But you held back, knowing he’d expect it now. 

“That’s what your smuggler said, too” You hummed, watching closely as his eyes met yours. He mustn’t be happy about that, because his expression became a notch darker. “Before I killed them, that is. But I guess I did you a favor in doing so. They would have sold you out to the next opportunist. Nobody likes a traitor, right?”

He regained his composure, but the bitterness in his eyes didn’t leave. “When I heard you wanted to meet, I thought it’d be to apologize to me for your misstep” He took a deep breath. “I was ready to let you go with some compensation for my loss in the form of doing my dirty work, I really was. But now I see you still want to be insolent--”

“Alright, I’ll say this once and only once” You interrupted him, and he instantly grew offended. “Get out of my city. Leave and never come back, or Nightwing won’t be the one you’ll be facing”

“So, this is what got your panties in a twist” He laughed, then seriousness fell back down on his features in a snap. “Kill her”

Before they could move, you pushed out of your chair and grabbed your switchblade in your belt. Your footwork was swift as you spun around Sionis, avoiding the range of the gun he was pulling out, and stopped behind him. A second later, his head was slammed down on the table and your blade was pressed to his throat. You looked up at the goons who had halted their movements, suspense of what you’d do next hanging in the air. 

“Drop your weapons” You ordered, nodding at the gun aimed at you. “C’mon, off with it. Kick them away too”

“Drop your weapons” Sionis repeated through his teeth, not daring to move a muscle. God knew what was on your blade, and if you drew blood, it’ll most likely be over for him. “Fuck!”

Slowly, they lowered their weapon to the ground and kicked them toward you. “Good” You huffed out before leaning closer to Sionis. “Now maybe you won’t underestimate me anymore. This is only a taste of what will come to you if you keep provoking me. I’ll destroy you like a poison running its course through a healthy vein, and you’ll regret setting eyes on my city. Understood?”

“You fucking bitch” He panted, a twisted smile on his lips. “You’re fucking dumb if you think you can get out of here alive. You’re out of your league, little girl”

“Really? I was under the impression that your life mattered more than mine” You said as you pressed your blade further, exposing the metal to his blood long enough to know the venom got in. You retracted your blade, but kept the hand on his head. “If I don’t make it out of here, neither will you. You’ll be dead in thirty minutes, like your smuggler. It’s gonna be painful and ugly, trust me. But if I walk out of here, in five minutes you’ll have a delivery boy knocking at your door and handing you the antidote. So what’s it gonna be, Sionis?”

He took a moment, exhaling loudly as his breathing quickened. “Go” He muttered harshly, glaring up sideways at you with a thousand daggers. “Fucking shit hell, go!”

You grinned, making the motion of leaving, but you weren’t done just yet. “One more thing” You slammed his head on the table once again before letting him go. “Nightwing is off limits. You’d do well to remember it”

You backed off of him, letting him stand up again and adjust his suit with an undignified huff. His eyes shot thunder at your back as you retreated, smugly taking your spear out of a goon’s hand and exiting the casino. 

You weren’t such a fool not to expect retaliation, but at least you could say he had been warned through an over of what would be waiting for him. 

-----

You weren’t expecting a welcome party back home, but Dick was there, on his feet, leaning on the couch as he glared at the front door. 

“I thought you’d be back to sleep by now” You mused as you got in your apartment. You dropped your keys on the counter and made a show of putting down your spear. His eyes burned into yours as he watched your every move like a hawk. You raised an eyebrow as you took off your coat, then unclipped your utility belt and dropped it beside your keys. “Why now, are you finally out of clever one liners?” 

He scoffed, then crossed his arms against his chest and looked away.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know why you’re mad I went after Sionis” You kept speaking, as he clearly gave you the silent treatment. “Who, by the way, tried to kill you with rattlesnake venom, in case you have already forgotten”

“I’m not mad” He finally mumbled. “I’m mourning the days where I didn’t have to worry about you going on a killing spree anymore”

“Is that all you think of me?” Your tone turned dry as you took one step toward him. “A loose cannon that needs to be held on a leash?”

“I don’t know” He shrugged sarcastically. “From what I remember from your so called glory days, bodies pile up pretty quickly when you’re in a mood”

You closed your eyes as your eyebrows rose in disbelief. “I’ve always liked you, Dick” You began after taking a deep breath. “As yourself and as Nightwing. We’ve always had a lot of common enemies, and I was fine with sharing this city with you”

You paused, slowly closing the distance between you and him. His muscles were tense, and his posture was defensive.

“If you think this was bad, oh you’re in for a treat, honey” You were face to face now. “I held back out of respect for you. Sionis is alive, out of respect for you. I healed you out of respect for you. Now that I know none of that respect is reciprocated, what stops me from fully being the bad guy?”

He stood up fully, towering over you. You had to look upwards to hold his glare.

“Me”

You smirked. “You’re so full of yourself”

“You don’t believe I can?”

“Well, you couldn’t when I was holding back”

“What makes you think I wasn’t holding back too?” He raised a challenging eyebrow.

“You had no reason to leave me out on the streets to pile up bodies, as you put it so eloquently” You taunted. “Unless…”

You inched closer, your faces only inches apart now.

“Unless you liked the chase as much as I did”

“In your dreams” He sneered.

“Oh, every night without a fail” 

Before you could blink, he sneaked his hand behind your head and crashed his lips to yours. You were surprised, but you didn’t waste time leaning into it. For a man still weak from his previous poisoning, he recovered his spunk pretty quickly. His fingers dug into your side as you moved against each other, and if you didn’t know better, you’d believe he was trying to leave bruises on your skin. You returned the favor, brushing your hands against his bare chest, but his reaction wasn’t the one you had anticipated. He hissed, probably still sensitive around the stomach from the effect of the venom, and you took the opportunity to catch his lower lip between your teeth, giving it a soft bite. 

“Fuck” He grunted, his eyes fluttering close.

“Are you sure you’re strong enough for this?” You hummed, tracing the dark bags under his eyes with your thumb. He opened his eyes once again, an incredulous and slightly offended glint in them that told you he was tired of you asking any variant of this question. “Alright, no need for hostility”

You returned your lip to his as he steadily backed you through your condo, navigating with assurance toward your bedroom. Your back pushed the door open with a thud, and soon after, you felt the mattress pressing behind your knees. You sat back, peeling off your shirt from your body and scooting further back on the bed. Dick climbed after you, pushing you on your back and wasting no time to crawl all over you again. You heard noise in the background, but you were too busy focusing on how blissful his mouth down your neck to your chest and back up made you feel. You barely noticed when your hands were brought up above your head, or when cold metal was secured around your wrists with a click. 

Then, his body weight above yours was abruptly taken off. You reopened your eyes, mind still a bit fuzzy as you stared in confusion at Dick standing at the foot of the bed. Your frown deepened when you gave a good tug on your wrist, but couldn’t bring them down. You narrowed your eyes, then read his smug expression and understood what he did. You were tempted to be mad, but you couldn’t help but give him a full blown grin”

“Well, well, well” You drawled out, relaxing back. These were your handcuffs, you knew there was no getting out of them so easily. “I gotta say, I’m impressed. Using my attraction to you to get me temporarily out of commission is cold. I didn’t know you had it in you”

“Well, you had it coming” He crossed his arms against his chest, but in a more relaxed manner this time. 

“Playing dirty now, are we?” You chuckled as you shamelessly checked him out. “Very well then. Next time we meet I’ll have adapted my game. I hope you’re ready”

You might have imagined it, but a small smile played on his lips just before he turned around and left you there, handcuffed to your bed frame.

[deepdarkdelights]

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lol what would 10 series jk do if they did this to him and the reader 💀

I literally saw this this morning, our fyp's are aligning 😂

So, there is fight, flight, and freeze. I picture him immediately fighting lmao, but not coordinated or well thought out. Like he would just throw a punch or a kick out of pure instinct while yelling in shock 😂

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Snap Out of It

Beast Boy x Reader

Summary: When a mission against Mad Mod goes wrong, it’s up to you to snap your favorite shapeshifter out of his hypnotism.

Note: Hi, my name is Morgan and I love Beast Boy with all of my heart. Sorry not sorry lmao. But yeah, this has been bouncing around my head forever. Forgive me. Edit: I think this is the quickest I’ve ever written a fic asjhafkjdh

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.6k

Why, during summer vacation of all times, did it have to be Mad Mod? Why? You hated the red-haired old man with every bone in your body, especially when he disrupted your one break from school. Today was supposed to be a nice day. The team was planning on going to the beach all day and then having a movie night so you could watch the new X-Men movie you’d heard less than satisfactory things about, but nooooo. Now you were strapped to a chair, a spinning vortex swirling in front of you and a soothing voice telling you to relax.

Were you at the beach? No. So relaxing wasn’t going to happen.

The room you were trapped in was modeled to look like a classroom, which only served to piss you off even more. You swore anger was the only thing keeping you lucid. So you sat there, stewing in your rage until it was finally enough to give you the strength to bust free of the metal shackles around your wrists.

With them out of the way, and not inhibiting you anymore, you could use your powers again. So you did, using a blast of purple energy to destroy the projector hanging down from the ceiling. Its remains sparked and smoked and the wall it had been projecting onto went dark. You were fine, as far as you knew. A little dizzy from staring at that damn spiral for so long, sure, but fine otherwise.

So, you set out to find the others.

Victor was trapped in an unending game of dodgeball until you helped him through the hidden door. Raven had been locked in a janitor’s closet sealed shut with magic so she couldn’t get out, Starfire was bound to the jungle gym, and finally, Robin had found himself stuck in the principal’s office.

That left one green shapeshifter unaccounted for.

“In here.” Raven pointed to a door labeled ‘Algebra.’ There were lights flickering inside, and you prayed that opening the door wouldn’t lead to another trap. Luckily enough, it was a room similar to the one you had been trapped in, a whirling swirl spinning on the wall in front of where Beast Boy was tied down. His head was tilted to the size, his eyes crossed and his body limp.

You destroyed the projector with a blast of energy, but that didn’t shake him from his daze. Gar was still sitting there, an empty look in his eyes.

“We need to snap him out of it.” Robin waved a hand in front of your teammate’s face. He didn’t budge.

“Underpants.” Starfire tried. Though that method had worked before, on one of the other occasions you’d all been kidnapped by your least favorite madman, it didn’t this time.

“Wake up, Gar!” Raven snapped, shaking his shoulder. That didn’t work either.

Victor tried to tell him a joke, Dick snapped in his face a few times, but none of it seemed to have any effect on him at all. And then you got an idea.

“Alright, step aside.” You motioned the others away. Your powers, being magic based, had some perks sometimes. One of said perks was to be able to break people out of spells and other tricks of the mind. The only downside, really, was the method you had to use to do such a thing. “Listen. If this doesn’t work, we never tell Gar it happened, alright? I’d never hear the end of it…”

“Do what you’ve gotta do.” Dick nodded, crossing his arms.

The others all watched as you lowered yourself onto Garfield’s lap. You grimaced. This was decidedly too weird. You couldn’t remember a time you’d ever been this close to him. After all, this was Gar you were talking about. You leaned in and then hesitated. Were you really going to do this? Was this where your super-heroing adventures had led you after all of these years? You were going to…ugh, you couldn’t. You couldn’t! But you had to. You knew he’d do the same for you.

So, after thinking it over for a long moment, trying to figure out any other way, but failing to come up with anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in a magical kiss, siphoning the dark energy out of him until finally—

He kissed you back.

As soon as you felt his lips moving against yours, you squeaked, jumping out of his lap as both of your hands slapped over your mouth. You kissed Garfield and He Kissed You Back.

Well, now you felt weird about the whole thing.

When you looked down at him, he was still tied to the chair, staring up at you in a different sort of daze, cheeks pink and getting pinker as he realized what had happened only moments before. Victor untied him and Dick helped him stand while you just stood there in shock, still processing.

“You okay?” Raven asked, making sure you hadn’t just transferred his hypnotism onto yourself, but she knew you were out of it for…other reasons.

“Fine. I’m fine.” You reassured yourself, mostly. “Let’s just kick his ass and get out of here. It’s been a long day.”

“Right. Titans, Go!” Robin directed the team onwards and you did your best to put the last few minutes behind you, but you knew that was going to be easier said than done…

***

When the six of you finally got back to the tower, movie night commenced as planned, although your beach day had been sacrificed in the name of crime-fighting. As there were only a few spots left on the couch, Gar had plopped down next to you, which immediately set off your fight or flight instinct.

“I’m…gonnagomakepopcornberightback!” You blurted before bolting to the kitchen to put a bag of it in the microwave. Once it was in and spinning around, the machine humming quietly, you stood there, collecting yourself. You were a superhero. You weren’t supposed to feel like this about something as stupid as a crush.

Wait a second, back up. Crush? Did you have a crush on Garfield? Garfield? Garfield as in your green teammate Garfield? Garfield as in the one who’d tracked mud across your newly mopped floor Garfield? Garfield, the same Garfield who never took out the trash when it was his turn and always left his dishes in the sink instead of the dishwasher? That Garfield?

He kissed you back, didn’t he? Maybe he liked you. And…maybe…you liked him back?

God! What were you thinking?! No! You couldn’t like Garfield! Never! Not in a million years!

But…mulling it over further…it wasn’t like he was a bad looking guy. In fact, he was actually kind of cute. Maybe more than cute. With that boyish grin and his adorable fangs, his cute little laugh. Was he a little messy? Sure, but he’d always stood up for you, even when you had been new to the team. He always went out of his way to make you feel like you belonged.

The microwave beeping pulled you out of your thoughts and back into reality. You shook your head, inhaling a deep breath. Madness. Nonsense. You were overthinking things. He knew that your powers were tricky sometimes. He knew that it was nothing personal. Right?

“Hey…” A careful voice spoke up behind you and you turned around to look at him. “Can we, uh, talk? About what…happened earlier?”

“S-sure. What’s up?” You set the popcorn bowl on the counter and crossed your arms, leaning back against it. Super casual. Nailed it.

“Well, I just…thank you, first of all. Victor told me you kind of saved my ass.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Heh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks going pink. “When I…well, when I kissed you back…listen, (Y/N) I didn’t think it was any secret I liked you…”

Well, this was not the conversation you were expecting to have today…Earlier, you’d imagined the green boy teasing you for all of eternity. Hey, (Y/N) remember that time you kissed me haha omg XD. This little confession unfolding in front of you was…different…

“You…”

“You don’t have to say anything. Really, it’s okay.” He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I just…I’m really sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked quietly. You blessed the fates above for giving you the courage to take one teeny little step forward.

“The last thing I wanted was to make things weird between us.” He sighed. “But obviously I did, so…”

“Why me?”

“Why you?” He laughed. “Are you kidding? You have magic powers, you can fly, you’re literally a badass, but at the same time, you’re funny and sweet and pretty…Any guy, girl, or otherwise would be lucky to date you.”

“Gar, if we’re being honest, I…didn’t know I had a crush on you until today. But…I definitely do, and I definitely have for a while.”

He perked up a little, green eyes sparkling with boyish innocence. “For real?”

“Yeah, for real.” You took another little baby step forward. “So…”

“So…”

“Would you two just shut up and kiss already?! We’re TRYING to watch the MOVIE!” Cyborg hollered from the couch.

Your cheeks flushed red and you giggled, surrendering your blushing face to the security of Garfield’s toned chest. He wrapped his arms around you, gently kissing your temple. You could feel him smiling against you, his hands tracing patterns on your arms and back.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ve got all the time in the world for kissing.” Gar kissed your forehead again.

“Well, I never thought I’d say it, but…thank God for Mad Mod…”

He laughed. “You’re telling me.”

[soaringsearingphoenix]

Okay but Re: That terrifying neighborhood post... You could still bring other people to the neighborhood. And you could do whatever you want there completely undisturbed. Plus you can walk into other "people's" empty houses and pretend you're living a completely different life. Like I get how it could be terrifying in concept but I feel once actualized it could be really entertaining.

Yes... ok that is solid, i DO love the idea of having a town to myself to just explore... but also like? The idea of having a town to explore yourself is only really cool if you know WHY it’s empty. A new town, not yet to be moved into for another week? That would be cool! A town abandoned for years and partially reclaimed by nature? VERY cool!

Edit/warning: I am about to say a lot of sort of nihilistic and paranoid things. Like, a LOT. It’s 2am and it’s time for oversharing. If you tend to make yourself nervous overthinking things (tldr thats why i find this town scary! Because, haha, i do that! Then please stop reading now! It’s a lot of text. Scroll hard lmao.)

An abandoned town is cool. A town that’s empty but by all means wasn’t supposed to be? That’s terrifying! It’s like... it’s like the polar opposite of the reason a break-in is terrifying. If someone is in your house but isn’t supposed to be there, that’s terrifying bexause it’s a breach of what you thought was your sanctuary. It’s an unlnown in your most known place. The outside world is full of surprises, but this is the place you’re supposed to have control. That’s why, though I love and cherish spiders now, finding a spider in my room still startles me! It provokes the question “how did you get here?” It is a quiet symptom of the presence of unknowns even at the heart of the familiar. It is an uninvited reminder that the universe is full of impartial watching eyes.

Discovering that your seemingly vibrant and populated is equal and opposite.

It’s opposite because it’s so... unreal. An intruder is something you think about. It’s something that has happened, and you can plan for it in advance. Things still can go wrong, sure, but you know what it is that’s happening — someone has broken in — and you can maybe assess from there.

Moving into a neighborhood to realize, at least a few days in, that something is Wrong is not something I’ve even considered to worry about until now! Sure, now that I’ve been exposed to the idea, I could formulate a course of action for that scenario, but the reason why it would work is that the family moving in wouldn’t have any clue what was about to happen to them. They would have no prior consideration to guide their next steps.

It’s opposite because it’s so... desolate. If an intruder is the unwelcome and threatening presence of an outside being, this scenario is the unwelcome and threatening absence. suddenly, there’s no one to turn to. There’s no one to ask “do you know what’s going on here?” There’s no one to go to for reassurance or support. It’s just your family.

And yet it isn’t even fully an absence, is it? Because once you realize how staged and controlled everything around you seems, you think “someone is behind this,” and then you wonder, “what are their intentions?” Why would someone do something like that — isolate you in a place where you were supposed to feel safe? Who has the power and time and resources to execute a plan like that and what else are they capable of? Did they choose you for a reason or was it at random? Are they watching you right now? What might they do to you when they realize you’ve figured it out? Does that mean they’re done with you now? Who can you even go to that would believe you, and that could do anything against someone with the capacity to do something on this scale?

It’s opposite because it’s so... overwhelming. If this happened to me I would immediately start questioning everything. Where is everybody? How many people are in on it? Is my family behind this? Are they really my family, if everything else I thought was real is just a hollow facade? Has this happened before and I never noticed? Were there people here once ans something happened to them? Has my whole life been a simulation housing only me, but the machine that runs all of existence has been long abandoned and forgotten and now it’s gradually shutting down its more complex functions as the battery is slowly drained, and the disappearance of what amounts to npcs from the world is the first major sign that my simulated world is soon ending, and that it’s too late to do anything about it now that it’s gotten this drastic and anyways what could I even do about it from inside it I’m only part of the code??

I don’t think that’s the conclusion I would reach but it might cross my mind.

An obsession with dreams and cognition in my formitive years, and a preliminary understanding of both physics and philosophy, have made me the kind of person who only has a tenuous faith that my perceptions are correct and accurate at any given time — or maybe I was already like this and I’ve spent my life seeking the smooth satisfaction of confirmation bias. Whatever the case, it’s not hard to make me question my understanding of reality. My assumptions, my biases, my memories. All are unreliable. There is a firm and instinctive belief in my gut, at moments when I’m just a little bit extra aware of the present, that the way I feel and the way I live at that given moment is how it’s always been and how it’s always will be, and I am have to fight that feeling because it’s not true and it’s not productive. But I know that when I realized I was isolated in that neighborhood there would be at least a MOMENT where I thought “this is how it’s always been” — you’ve always lived here, alone, and all other memories are false. Or, every town you’ve ever lived in has been equally empty, despite what you think you remember.

It’s scary to me because I’m imagining the moment I find out — and the several moments of maddening self-doubt immediately after. It’s scary because I know my current family, and they would be scared, and it would panic me. It’s scary because I know myself — hell, sometimes I’ll do something that is out of character for me and spend the next day questioning if it was real. It’s scary because being lied to is scary, and isolation is scary, and moments of sudden awareness that you are powerless against a universe vaster than you, vaster than you could even imagine.

It’s scary to think that the universe is distant and unfeeling and doesn’t care about you, and that the world doesn’t revolve around you — but how much scarier would it be to find out that it does? That the world you inhabit was distinctly constructed with you at its center, fully aware of you — maybe always! — and possibly planning and preparing its next move in a direct and targeted response to whatever you do next! That’s so much worse than being a blip, in a world of possibility, blessed with the freedom of anonymity! It’s too much pressure.

All that said.

Thank you. I think I would do a lot better in the town if I had someone with your attitude there with me, and we could reassure each other and vow to figure it out together. I think about a week after discovering the truth, it would be kind of fun to explore and see how all the different empty houses worked and were furnished.

But at the moment I found out? At the moment you realize something is Not What It Seemed and that fight or flight kicks in? I stand by what I said. That is deeply, primally terrifying

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 164: Life or Death Battle

Previously on BnHA: The internship kids returned to the dorms and were greeted by their worried pals. Iida hemmed and hawed. Momo made some tea. Satou shoved an entire cake into Deku’s mouth. Ochako realized she wanted to save people in addition to earning money to ease her parents’ poverty. Sero and Kirishima showered Kirishima with affectionate concern. Bakugou quietly chilled on the couch pretending not to be worried. Kaminari slid over and called him “Kacchan” like the homeboy he is. It was all amazing. The next morning, Bakugou and Todoroki headed off to their provisional license course. All Might and Present Mic showed up to chaperone them, and we learned from All Might that Kurogiri was indeed captured by Gran Torino and Naomasa, but Giganto escaped after dealing some heavy damage. The group arrived at the training course location, and everyone’s windy fave Yoarashi greeted them along with Camie (the real one!) and fucking Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (Seiji). Also Endeavor was there to watch. And he’s going to have a private chat with All Might. Should be lots of fun, this.

Today on BnHA: Our best boys Bakugou, Shouto and Inasa (and Camie) begin the day’s training course. Endeavor cheers Shouto on from the stands and everyone is like “...” but then they notice All Might sitting next to him and they’re like “OH FUCK YEAH, ALL MIGHT.” Gang Orca walks out onto the floor, compares all of the kids to fish feces, and fucking yeets my three faves across the room. He then informs them that they lack heart, and thus he is assigning them a special trial. Enter a group of about 25 screaming elementary schoolers, plus their harried teacher who is constantly on the verge of tears. Baku, Shouto, Camie and Inasa are told that they’ll be in charge of them, and that to pass this test they’ll need to cooperate and move the children’s hearts. This is, of course, a recipe for perfect chaos, and to make things even more entertaining, Mic decides to do play-by-play commentary. Meanwhile, a surprisingly subdued Endeavor asks All Might exactly what it means to be “the Symbol of Peace.”

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 187 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.) 

looks like the kids have changed into their hero costumes and are trudging towards wherever the course will be taking place

aww Inasa is aggressively trying to be friends

LIGHTEN UP GRUMPY GRUMP

also I’m kind of with Inasa on this one. sorry Shouto. I’ve only had cold soba noodles like once but I wasn’t that big a fan. but udon is the shit though

Shouto apparently feels very strongly about this

I honestly can’t tell if he’s just really particular about his food, or if he feels like Inasa is trying to sneak up a metaphor on him and he’s like NOPE, NOT HAPPENING. THIS ZARU SOBA IS NOT GIVING UDON THE TIME OF DAY

oh my god Inasa is literally saying “WE’RE GONNA BECOME BEST BUDS WHETHER YOU LIKE OR NOT”

did you hear that Shouto. WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT

that means it’s happening. because like. look at him. this big fluffy airbending teddy bear is not going to not let it happen

meanwhile Bakugou is watching and being creeped out. by their attempts at friendship? or something else?

MERAAAAAAAA

I’ve been having a bit of an insomniac phase myself. so I feel ya bro

also they’re in this gym that, surprisingly, actually looks like a normal gym?? although there’s a bunch of playground equipment in one corner which is odd

Mera says that so far they’ve been doing the training course with the ten of them, but today there will be an eleventh person joining them

so is that Camie then?

meanwhile All Might and Mic are entering the spectator area and looking for someplace to sit

Mic wants to sit near the front to see better, but All Might doesn’t want to stand out

well he is pretty famous. and not to mention that Endeavor’s still right there as well and I don’t know if they’ve had their chat yet orz

oh jesus

yep. wouldn’t want to distract anyone. definitely not looking to do that, nope

starting to see why Shouto was angsting so much over that text

so Endeavor is actually screaming encouragement at him, but in his obnoxious Endeavor way

I feel like. he’s actually trying. oddly enough. but he’s just. so terrible. in so many ways

oh snap I forgot all about this

yep. the guy that wouldn’t autograph your book and subsequently changed the course of your life by causing you to withdraw your application from U.A.

oh shit now All Might’s getting recognized too

I hope they cheer the fuck out of All Might and it’s like, who even fucking cares about Endeavor

:D

hee

that’s Bakugou’s dad, you know. ever since chapter 120. and Deku’s dad too, obviously. Shouto he can be your dad too if you want. plenty of All Might to go around, and it’s not like your old man is doing such a bang up job

Shouto is literally saying “hmph” and even Bakugou is staring at him like “what’s this guy’s problem”

Mera’s telling everyone to calm down and pay attention to him again lol

and now real!Camie is properly introducing herself

ahhhh

so that’s the cover story Shiketsu came up with? or is that a story they’re telling the other kids? or does Camie herself genuinely believe this and no one actually knows she was briefly abducted and replaced by Toga?

and um. just to make sure. this is the real Camie though... right?

she’s acting differently enough that I think it is

Seiji is sitting with a Shiketsu teacher in the stands and they’re discussing it!

he says she’s “a complete and utter fool” and the teacher is gently correcting him and saying she’s “just bubbly”

so they did figure it out!

Seiji seems to actually be beating himself up for not realizing that she’d been replaced

(ETA: yeah, so rereading this, I’m getting some definite shipping pings from them now. Seiji’s clearly guilt-stricken about what happened to her, and clearly worried about her still. he didn’t attend any of the previous training sessions, based on Bakugou’s reaction, but he came along to this one now solely because Camie was going. he’s not going to let anything happen to her again. Seiji is, in fact, just a big ol’ softie you guys.)

the teacher is saying they need to make up for the absence of the Symbol of Peace immediately

I guess with this being the first time Shiketsu has been targeted, they’re finally realizing how serious this is too. U.A.’s been mixed up in this for a while, so they already know

heyyyyyy!

LOOK WHO’S BACK

he’s talking some shit about them, oooh

I assume he’s purposely trying to rile them up for whatever reason. probably because at least several of them are only here in the first place because of their poor anger management

everyone is instantly sobering up

lol Seiji

lmao

wow Gang is really laying it into them

ben·thos /’benTHäs/ (noun): the flora and fauna found on the bottom, or in the bottom sediments, of a sea, lake, or other body of water

did you just call my son a sea sponge. did you just compare them to fish poop

...

his feet

he just. flung him

is it weird that I really want to make this into an icon

...

is the whole rest of the chapter going to be like this

THERE IS NO RIGHT ANSWER HUH

this is now my favorite chapter in the history of time. also this is one instance where I’m already sure it’s impossible for the manga to be outdone by the anime. because how could it be. visually this is flawless

oh wait? is that it? just those three? no one else needs extra guidance?

so they’ve already singled out these three in particular as being the ones with the most potential, huh. sorry, Rest of the Kids

he’s chewing out Bakugou for his behavior toward the rescuees, and the other two for their whole starting-a-ridiculous-fight-in-the-middle-of-a-disaster-rescue-scenario

he says the thing they lack most is “heart”, and that they can’t expect to be heroes without it

“do you think that everyone will willingly grasp your hand when you offer it to them?!” oooh I like that. basically these idiots need to learn to be more approachable

“survive this life or death battle” lol oh shit

based on the tone of this chapter so far, I can’t help but wonder if this is going to end up being something comedically tame after all of this dramatic buildup

oh my god. suddenly I’m thinking back to that playground equipment. don’t tell me...

OH MY GOD

TODDLERS

holy shit. I count at least 24 of these tykes. and it looks like at least some of them have already manifested their quirks too oh shit

oh my god

Katsuki please don’t murder the small muppet child. I believe in you. babysit the shit out of these brats. you can do it

why do I suddenly have the feeling that maybe the elementary school just needed a substitute really last-minute and so this somehow ended up happening

now the big bird kid who called the grenades lame is running away crying

Bakugou is being chewed out by the other children and desperately trying to do some crisis management that consists of yelling at the kid to “STOP CRYING DAMMIT”

who the fuck is this

does Monoma have a younger brother we don’t know about

meanwhile three other children have cornered Shouto and are grabbing something on his utility belt and shouting “IT’S A PEEPEE” repeatedly

on the plus side, I can already sense Endeavor’s fight or flight instincts kicking in, and with any luck he’ll be out of there before we even get started

Shouto is patiently explaining that the thing on his belt is not, in fact, a peepee

this approach is not really working out for him

meanwhile still more children have surrounded Inasa and are just. punching him. for absolutely no reason

but Inasa is just taking it, and looking up at Endeavor and thinking “I won’t become like him.” awww

and yet this is not really working out either

you know, I wouldn’t have expected this to be the case, but so far Bakugou is actually managing the best here

Camie’s there too, and she’s asking if she’s supposed to be part of this training as well and what’s up with that

Gang says she’s a special case since she didn’t participate in the real test

she’s exasperated, but says that she likes kids anyway so whatever

and there’s a panel that we’re just going to skip riiiiight on past, thank you very much

suffice to say, the female kindergartners are now ganging up on Camie out of jealousy that their popular male classmate appears to like her

also, forget what I said before about Bakugou faring the best so far

little Billy, that is not a toy. please put down the grenade

these kids make flashback!baby!Kacchan look like a perfect little angel. at least he was cute

Gang somehow has faith in them though

you guys. if Kacchan somehow manages to bond with a bunch of snot-nosed little brats and become their mama I will lose my shit. please please please

(ETA: arguably this is exactly what happened. what a fine arc)

the rest of the class is meanwhile being shuttled along to have some boring lecture

lol Bakugou is despairing loudly

THIS IS THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YOU NEED, BUSTER. YOU SIT THERE AND YOU TAKE IT

and seriously though, wasn’t he always the leader of his little pack of brats even as a child? can’t he just somehow tap into that little brat energy and take command of this group of kids as well? he does have a weird sort of charisma, and always has. and he’s shown patience and leadership in the past at unexpected times. I really think he can do this if he just puts his mind to it

All Might, Mic, and Endeav are sitting in the spectator section in silence

Endeav and Mic are dotting up a storm lmao

oh my

ARE YOU GOING TO PROVIDE COMMENTARY

-- HE IS OMG

he says an event without commentary has no soul

brother I’m right there with ya. why do you think I even do this. we should go get kicked out of a movie theater together

All Might’s asking if they really need “soul”, and FUCKING DUH THEY DO, ALL MIGHT

oh shit he’s commandeered Mera’s microphone

I can’t believe this man is the fucking U.A. traitor. maybe. admittedly seeming less likely by the minute

anyways, now that Mic is gone, All Might is figuring he might as well get this awkward conversation over with

he says that he doesn’t really know what to say to Endeavor in his current state

Endeav is asking if All Might’s aware that over the past month the crime rate has risen by three percent

hmm. someone sucks at his current job of being number one, huh

oh no

is Endeavor

having character development

...

motherfuc...

shit

okay look. one, dude is basically a rapist, albeit in a manner that’s just barely society-approved. two, he beat his wife and child. and three, he then had his wife committed when she had a breakdown and never bothered to do anything to try to help her (and also, you know, he’s the one who caused said breakdown in the first place)

so just a reminder. that Endeavor. not a nice guy

...but. it’s a story. and if a character actually shows a desire and willingness to try and change... well. I’m not necessarily just going to dismiss it out of hand

but this motherfucker needs to show some remorse, though. otherwise, fuck that

so whatever, Endeavor. let’s see. I have a feeling this is going to be a long, arduous process, and it might not even pan out. but it’s interesting, at the very least. and so in that sense, I’m here for it. hell, I welcome it. after all, we sure as hell didn’t get too much complex character development in the previous arc, Nighteye aside. so this... this is good

BONUS:

lmaoooooo @ “likes beer” oh god. no salary in the world would ever be enough to compensate teachers for everything that they do and all the shit they have to put up with

the fact that she’s a newbie is apparent just at a glance. give her a year or two under her belt and I bet you anything her personality completely changes. teaching is basically baptism by fire. but she will eventually learn to improvise, adapt, and overcome. and she’ll probably be a lot more drunk too lmao