#goliath!bakugo

[myherobkg]

THE ROLE OF A LIFETIME; dungeons & dragons au

Katsuki was born a half-giant and bred to roam the plains with his barbarian brethren. He was a foul-mouthed, ill-tempered, reckless brute adorned in fur and armor with his mighty mace hanging over his back. He was born to rule them all.

But fate had other plans, and his tribe was wiped off the face of the Earth after the King of the skies razed hellfire on them. Returning from a hunt, Katsuki arrived at his decimated home, ruined to ash and rubble.

His family—his people—were there one moment and gone the next, reduced to charred statues. After that, Katsuki wandered aimlessly until he became enthralled by the allure of alcohol.

A young half-giant, the last of his tribe, turned to mercenary work to fund his gluttony.

Katsuki's last payment came from a clean-up job, clearing out a small wooded area infested with monsters. The small village on the outskirts of the wood sent for him, requesting his help for a large sum.

It was an easy feat for a warrior of his stature, and his success wrought fruitful results—a free room at the pub and all the drinks he could ask for.

However, the offer had its contingencies, and Katsuki was forced to enjoy his pints amidst the celebration held for the village people. That's where he met the Businessman.

The Businessman kept two men at his side as he sat down with Katsuki. His companions remained standing behind him.

"Enjoying the festivities, Warrior?" The man started the conversation cryptically.

Katsuki doesn't look up from his pint. The party raged around him, but no one dared touch him in passing. "No."

Clearing his throat, the man decided to skip the niceties. "I have a job for you."

"Not interested," Katsuki gruffs out before touching his lips to the rim.

"I will pay you 100 gold," the Businessman bid.

"I want 300." Katsuki slammed his glass on the table and signaled for another. The man's jaw dropped.

"300 is outrageous. It's a simple delivery to the Earl." He laughed pathetically. "I'm sure the Earl will reward you handsomely for your efficiency."

"You pay me 300 now. I'll have the Earl pay me 500 when I get there."

"So, you'll take the job?" The Businessman clenched his hands into fists with a broad smile before remembering Katsuki's rate. "If you come with us, we can pay for the cargo. However, you must leave tonight."

Katsuki froze, lifting his topped-off drink. "Make it 400."

The man choked mid-breath. "Warrior, I implore you to reconsider your price. Think of the honor you'd receive for escorting such an important gift for nobility."

Katsuki lugged half of his drink down, spilling some down the sides of his face and neck. "It's 400, or you shut the hell up and quit bothering me." His ruby-red eyes glimmered dangerously in the lamp-light.

The Businessman shrank in his seat and waved his hand for his men. The guard on his right went off to get the payment.

"If you wouldn't mind following us as quickly as you can," the Businessman murmured nervously, avoiding direct eye contact. "We can settle you with the cargo, and you can be on your way."

Katsuki looked at the weak man standing behind his employer. It wouldn't take any effort to throw that man through the ceiling, but it somehow felt appealing for the Businessman to bring security.

With this in mind, Katsuki didn't expect any issues from a little side quest for money. Perhaps he was tired from his last battle, but the adrenaline and deep, crippling fear of loneliness kept pushing him to suppress it.

"Let's get this over with." He grumbled, disregarding his last sip of beer and pushing away from the table.

The Businessman and his guard led Katsuki outside to a barn on the edge of the village. The night was calm, and the skies were clear—a good omen for this task.

"The cargo is just inside here," the Businessman murmured, sharing an uneasy expression with his guard, which alerted a few alarms in Katsuki's head. As he led Katsuki in, the guard stayed outside the entrance.

The first thing Katsuki noticed was that there was no "cargo." Two more guards were standing inside, and you were chained to the floor. Your hair and face were dirty, and your clothes were covered in dirt and cow shit.

When you looked up at him, he took note of your cat-like eyes and pointed ears. The chains around your wrists had runes etched into them.

Magic?

"Is this a goddamn joke?" Katsuki asked loudly, making one of the guards flinch. "What do you goddamn hicks take me for?"

He turns on his heel and starts walking out when the Businessman shouts out for him.

Katsuki falters in his step, and something compels him to turn to turn around. He sees the Businessman sweating profusely—he must be desperate to get you off his hands, Katsuki thinks. He catches the two guards adjusting their grips on their weapons: a spear and a bow. The sight of them shaking in fear and regret almost makes Katsuki laugh.

He licks his lips and pulls out a dagger—decides it's expendable. When he winds his arm back, all three adversaries flinch, fearful of being the target. The knife flies through the air between their shoulders, aimed for the floor where your cuffs come together.

Katsuki's taken by surprise when you slam your wrist against the ground, breaking the cuff on your right in one attempt. You tear off the other cuff with ease. He stands back and watches you jump between each man, slaughtering them with your clumsy, desperate hands.

After the men are dead, you're left standing over their bodies with blood on your hands, panting heavily.

With his arms crossed, exuding confidence, Katsuki whistles for your attention. He knows he has it when your head turns, angling your ear to him.

"How did men like them get their hands on a magic-wielding elf?" He questions, sincerely curious.

You turn to face him fully, blood and hay falling from your tunic.

"Auction houses," you answer breathlessly, with sweat matting hair to your forehead. Wiping it out of your face, you trip on your shaky legs to the barn post and release a heavy sigh. "You would've delivered me to my sixth owner. You looked like a good one when you walked in, too."

You were still breathing heavily. Katsuki recognized it as panic.

"I'm not going back," you say quickly as he approaches you. Your eyes are wild, and your appearance makes you look hysterical.

"You aren't going back," he promises quietly, raising his hand for you. Your arm shakes when you reach for him.

When he brings his fur around your shoulders, you bat it away, spitefully refusing it.

"I want to leave," you whisper anxiously, pushing against Katsuki's arms.

"Then cover yourself," Katsuki orders firmly, wrapping his fur tightly around you. His fur, which drapes over his shoulder like a garment, wraps around you like a blanket. "There are still folk wandering everywhere."

"Where are we right now?" You ask as he ushers you out of the barn.

"A village. Heldenfaire," Katsuki answers.

"There's a town in this land. I wish for you to take me there."

"We can discuss the details of our arrangement later." Katsuki threw his cloak over his shoulders and pulled his hood over his head before steering you toward the nearby stables. "Let's first focus on getting a horse."

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[thr0wnawayy]

Dissecting the Jaku General Hospital Disaster and MHA's failures with complexity

Ahhh, The Jaku Hospital Raid. The point where MHA's story went from it's ever increasing decline to throwing itself right off a cliff.

(boooring)

I think most can agree this event was a travesty writing/plot wise, but how about all of those in regards to MHA's setting. Well that's what I'd like to discuss.

Point 1: A Goal Without a Plan is a Dream

The plan summed up is "fuck around and find out".

The heroes came in to uncharted enemy territory relying soley on brute force, broke a bunch of equipment that did God knows what (for all they knew, it could have been lethal*).

Then they proceed to shoot themselves in the foot by getting too cocky, despite knowing that Shigaraki was undergoing some sort of procedure. X-less shoots a machine that for all he knew could have been a bomb or generator. Why?, because he had a "bad feeling".

* I'm talking potential toxic fumes, gas leaks, accidental combustion, etc

Now let's focus on the evacuation effort...

Oh.

Oh FUCK!

That's it!?. A couple hundred dozen heroes and a select handful of first and third year's.

One of whom, mind you, is strictly combat oriented by the (extremely niche) capabilities of his quirk. What can Bakugo actually do here?, in the worst case scenario (being Shigaraki's awakening) he's limited to one arm and two legs (maybe his mouth?). That will further drag him down due to his quirk relying on both hands to be viable.

And we see this!

Moving along.

Another thing they didn't count on was outside help. The moment Gigantomechia arrives, it throws another curve ball. With the only reason for their survival being Dues-Ex-Machina Best "Dirty laundry" Jeanist.

They failed in the end anyways because a large portion of the LOV+ the MLA escaped.

Point 2: Organisms Used for Nefarious Means

I will keep this section brief

Nomu are in my opinion one of the biggest wastes of potential MHA produced. Going from being unnatural goliaths capable of striking dread into the hearts of even the long standing No1 Hero, to being undead cannonfodder that heroes can beat up so the audience doesn't question their ethics or (lack of) morality.

It is a sheer miracle that the Nomu didn't leave the heroes worse for wear. This is again more due to Hori relying too heavily on "convince" and not enough on in-world solutions, but I digress.

The Nomu should have been the biggest threat and again, the heroes failed to account for this. They had no way of knowing, sure.

But they should have accounted this early on. What about the civilians, evacuating them isn't enough as seen in Hosu. I mean they were walking into a lab and they had dealt with Nomu facilties before (Kamino)

Were there inpatients during the raid? and if so were they evacuated or did the Heroes say "fuck it." Given what eas allowed at Central Hospital I wouldn't put it past them.

Point 3: A civilians point of view.

I want you to imagine for a moment: You're a civilian and your whole life, you've been told how wonderful heroes are and how they'll always be there, after all they're heroes.

Sure, they may dictate what quirks are "in" and maaaybe they have a tad to much influence over your average person but they're licensed and your not.

Why question it?

Then one day everyone and everything you've known is just blown away. Heroes barge into your house and begin scrambling to get you and your family out of your house before something happens, they dont tell you what.

It is a sloppy and hurried effort, your life's belongings tucked into a small carryon if you're lucky and some plastic bags if you're not. They tell you it's probably only temporary and you'll be back to normal shortly.

Then the nearby Hospital blows up. You and your family can only watch as heroes flee from the scene, some rising into the sky, others sprinting like hell. You barely make it out alive yourselves.

Within minutes everything is gone and it's not until the fightings iver that you hear it. You hear people (you think it's your neighbors) pleading in pain underneath the rubble, a little girl can be heard sobbing somewhere in the torn landscape.

Everything's been torn upside down.

And the heroes, the poeple you've depended on your whole life...

They quit. They say they need to find another line of work.

Is that what you are to them!?. Just another line of work, a number on a tally!?.

Worse still. The NUMBER ONE HERO has just been exposed by his presumed to be dead son for being a child beating, wife trafficking, eugenist with an implication that some, if not all of his children were made against the mother's will.

The current Number 2 murdered a man for the "greater good" (what even is "good" anymore).

The people who were supposed to protect you are quitting in droves, leaving vast portions of city to fall to villains and are refusing to take any responsibility for their negligence and poor planning that made an already bad situation worse.

Oh, also the single most dangerous villain in history has broken out of Tartarus and multiple prisons have been destroyed leading to further destruction.

This is then followed by a "blackout" period. Heroes give zero insight into what they're doing or what their plan is. Mutant discrimination is running wild, support gear is flooding the streets and any protests are being silenced.

So I'll ask you again, how do you react?.

Point 4: Hubris

Over all the entire operation was a complete and utter failure. I see alot of people giving the civilians flack for their strong reactions, but honestly I can't blame 'em.

The issue is Hori paints the narrative to minimize the damage towards the heroes. (For example he characterizes one of Enji's critics as a snobby shut-in surrounded by trash bags). We only ever see the worst aspects of the civilians because Hori has consistently failed to delve into anything beyond surface level emotion/themes.

Eri is a good example, she should be a very different character. She should be allowed to show her trauma and all the "ugly" emotions and baggage that come with that, we as the audience should see the lasting impact being killed repeatedly has had on her.

For example, Eri should be very adverse to touch. A problem that started with her father and was worsened by Kai.

She should be expressing her trauma through play (think reenacting her "surgeries" on dolls)

She should be distrustful and even cold (especially after Mirio abadoned her).

Her inability to smile might stem from a lack of viewing her self as equal to others, viewing herself as more of an object than human being.

But do we ever see this. No.

Because Hori doesn't let us. He simply as a writer, cannot appropriately handle or even seem to grasp complexity and every part of the story suffers because of it.

With the civilians it's no different and as a result Hori whether intentionally or not, twists the narrative to make them seem unreasonable.

This doesn't help when from what we've seen a shocking amount of MHA's main cast are drenched in hypocrisy. The only experiences we've had with the civilian population is through Shigaraki's backstory (bad) Toga's parents (very bad).

It's just not a good look.

Conclusion:

Over-all, the Raid and by extention the war was a mess in every aspect and I personally think the story would have been better off doing something else.

The time wasted here could have gone to any number of things (how about fleshing out the non existant world building) but I honestly believe that it would have been subpar regardless, it's all to apparent Hori had no idea where he wanted the story to go. That can be seen as far back as everything post MVA.

Just, what a mess.

[knowlessman]

benny no hill adventures (bnha) s2e17-20

why DOES this man have no nose, anyway?

think this OP's growing on me more than the other ones tbh

"look properly at what you want to be" damn I wish I wanted to be anything

hm. is Stain cleaned up, then? nobody's been dying so far, I doubt they did him in by accident (in spite of, y'know, covering him with fire, which can fry your lungs like instantly according to a CSI episode I saw once)

okay, now THAT is either a dead nomu or Mr X, no way that's not lethal force

huh, Brooklyn has a hostage (starting to kind of miss that show, but dang did Goliath Chronicles get boring) -- elemental spears? who are you, Gwyn?

"the fight with Stain probably only took ten minutes" I've played DnD. ten minutes is forever. heck, ONE minute is a long time.

…whut

-- well I guess that one's explicitly a dead nomu

handface's costume just kind of looks like nothing when he's only got the one hand on him. looks like a shitty onesie. thought wearing baby clothes was mineta's bag

:O he DOES have a nose. I guess it was burned off, maybe? kinda looks like michael jackson's, tbh

"at that moment, a broken rib pierced his lung" …deku did you just kill a man

"on that water tower. are those onlookers? why's one of them wearing a black onesie?" wait I think it's not a onesie, I think it's a black long-sleeved shirt with completely featureless black pants but wow is that just not even a look, especially next to portal guy's fucking classy bartender getup

-- googles sorry, apparently what I thought it was was a romper

the piece of chileaf is a dog man. …idk, tracks (as it were) I guess? one of the detectives is a catperson.

-- …this "we have to punish you for intervening but only if this is made public" bit is very long-winded and, tbph, not really understandable. hell, the kids were doing some kind of ride-along thing to begin with, and considering they're all effectively armed and far closer to combat-ready than makes any sense outside of shonen… yeah this kind of just feels like a waste of time. although I guess, realistically, if superpowers became the norm it'd take hella long for any country's laws to be able to change enough for anything to make sense

-- …come to think of it, america would probably encourage this kind of thing but holy shit the place would just look like a pile of warring apocalypses by a couple generations in, the life expectancy would be down the toilet

there was some kid's show that had dog heads on top of human bodies, it was a bit terrifying and I have no earthly idea what it was called but I'm sure it was real. might've just been one segment of a different show

this random newscaster guy either is part tiefling or just wandered in from jojo part 6

DANCING BOY. IT'S THE DANCING BOY, THE BOY WHO DANCES. IS HE THE GUY MAKING NOMUS, DON'T TELL ME -- wait, nomu. yoshimitsu soul calibur, that's what it's been reminding me of. 's one of his mantras.

if a radio buzzes in the forest and no one is around to hear it - oh nvm, apparently alt-color Blanka is around to hear it

ohey it's knife girl… shit, I've sort of heard a little bit about her quirk, wonder if she's a relative of stain's

…wait, handface was literally just competing for ratings? what a loser.

hehehehehe bakugo still has that boy band reject 'do

'XD (todoroki going "I must be cursed, people around me keep fucking up their hands!")

(all might's ringtone) "I AM… ANSWERING THE PHONE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"

"stain's Cha stat is too high" krisma. bags of it. -- "those puny little ants outnumber us a hundred to one. and if they ever figure that out…" um, good thing Stain and Every Villain is Losers have nothing in common then.

I thought facepalm's only motive was killing all might. stain apparently thinks All Might's "the only true hero." …shrugs Well, I guess we haven't seen any of these copycats or whatnot actually interacting with the League yet, so maybe those auditions won't go anywhere and they'll have to start their own thing

todoroki: "they said endeavor defeated the killer when he didn't actually do anything. I want to see his expression." deku (to himself, thankfully): "you become kind of mean when it comes to endeavor, huh todoroki?" …! deku. deku wtf, you say the weirdest fucking things

…jeanist's costume is so friggin weird, it has a built-in cone of shame and the cone has a belt on it, I can't get over it

bakugo's fucking internship hair tho 'XD he looks like a snooty nepo baby, rather than… well, the opposite I guess… but anyway, rather than a guy who had to be put in a Hannibal costume after winning first place

jeanist's cone of shame has fucking back pockets, really tho wtf

'XDDD the fucking slime monster hostage thing again, bakugo is gonna be hit over the head with that for the rest of his life and it is gonna be hilarious every time -- "I wasn't captured, I was strategizing" "he's too proud" water's damp

gonna say. earphone jack's costume might be my favorite. it's just regular fucking clothes. it's, like, idk, stylish-(?)-but-not-overstated, normal-ass, comfortable-looking clothes that you can run in. (I might have already said this, not sure)

(froppy's internship with the smugglers or whatnot) "Boss Innsmouth" oh, that bodes well -- Innsmouth must be the Parent Inkling, judging by the size of that tentacle -- …hm. aye, that was fun

next one's a loredump, judging from the title, but let's have it

it's not a big thing, but I swear I don't remember iida always waving his arms around like this in season 1. he just kinda started doing it around the beginning of season 2. still feels kinda weird tbh.

let yaoyozorazoru - …let quiet metal gear (sorry) wear clothes challenge whatever year this was

(rescue race) "who do you think will win?" "deku will be last!" 'XD bakugo could be watching a competition with neither him nor deku in it and he'd still say that

all might with the american thighs. gonna be honest, was not expecting buttcam in this show.

(worst character found something) oh, for fuck's sake -- (kyoka put his eye out) damn straight.

("you remember how One for All is transferred, right?") uhhh… -- JESUS CHRIST

…well dang, ancient evil and everything huh (well, if a handful of generations counts as "ancient." a forgotten evil anyways) -- "as long as you're with me, I can do anything!" you're talking to a guy who coughs up blood every coupla minutes when he's not in super mode

seems like a decent stopping point. -- …they hid more episode after the ending; I coulda missed this bit. : / …I coulda missed mineta yelling about hot springs, anyway. is there anything here that I wouldn't just get from the next episode? -- "that kid will be the next me" dint know orochimaru was in this show

"here's the preview!" thanks for the warning deku; aye, this's my stop

[shuckinbeanz]

Gangster!BNHA au p.2

warnings/notes: nsfw, minors dni or imma 👏 virtual 👏 smacc 👏 u 👏, and fucking (literally) gangsters. left off from what i shared with @miggiisdumb ages ago incase some of ya'll didn't see. click the link for some gangster! kiri, denki, and deku. 👀 im thirsty af so im sexing up several more hubbies some are longer than others

i'll post other parts soon can only fit so many hashtags 😩

Underage characters are Aged Up!

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First | Second | Third

we know(or at least some of us know) ab her LOVELY gangster!bakugo 🥵 which inspired these! Featuring toshinori, aizawa, & mirio~

gangster!toshinori is one of the many gangs goddamn leaders, he's borderline mafia(don't doubt for one second he's got connections with them). in this au his physique is somewhere in the middle between his buff and smol forms. as an older gentleman, he prefers the more subdued aesthetic than the drip the youngsters tend to wear; suits, ties, button-up shirts. he expertly plays himself off as a kindly airhead, all brawn, no brain himbo, but this mf is calculating. two faced(in case you were wondering where gangster!deku got his two-facedness), completely fucking merciless to those who cross him or his darling baby girl. won't hesitate to make a show of it, either. he sets up everything, having that bastard salaryman (who will soon regret being alive) who was a complete creep, hounding you to hook up with him looked into and kidnapped, his whole gang behind him. creep wakes up in a warehouse, gangster!deku holding his Boss's gaudy yellow suit jacket surrounded by other members, the blonde adjusting his shirt cuff. "A pretty little birdy told me...about your unsavory habits, ____." he'd say with his characteristic grin(except its a gawdamn warning signal with how much fucking killing intent is behind it). tl;dr dude gets clapped by the Might gang and shipped off only Toshinori knows where, minus a few things that i dare not specify.

Oh, that creep finally stopped bothering you? Nah, don't worry about it, baby. Here, have some lavish gifts from Daddy so you can get your pretty little mind off him. He doesn't matter, anymore. 😉

HE SPOILS YOU ROTTEN like if anyone saw yalls they'd think he was your sugar daddy. i mean he kinda is but if you like older men like me 😩 he gets allllllllllllllllllllllllll the repayment he could ever need and then some Daddy pls jus rail my cooch all i want is 2 b ur toyyy 🥴

Behind closed doors? Two words. Goliath. Dick. its massive and it shows thru his dick print on his tuxedo pants and you take it like a goddamn soldier. 🥴 "That's it, darling...you take me so, so well. I almost feel sorry for ruining you for others..." expect to be molded into his cocksleeve😩🥵

gangster!shouta tends to keep his questionable activities on the downlow. he's Might gang's 'cleaner' so to speak. he 'ties up loose ends' by whatever means necessary. he's also a hitman. employers seek his boss, his boss briefs him, and he claps the target. ez pz. constantly looking through a scope to clap targets really puts a strain on his eyes. he teaches as a teacher on the side. need to pay bills, somehow, and the extra cash is appreciated. he can be found at quiet bars, and on occasion dragged to a club during its 'quieter' hours by his boyfriend gangster!hizashi.(it can be a poly relationship if ur into dat 👀👀👀)

poor man is overworked, and nothing gets his chonky minizawa up quicker than TLC. Give him a massage, run your fingers through his hair, light scented candles and have a bubble bath together, scrub his back, do facials together, give him fucking breakfast in bed, pls just care for him 🥺👉👈 "This is a very pleasant surprise, kitkat." he'll tell you as he bends you over any available surface and proceeds to rail you 😩🥵 man's dick is thicc so be prepared for a pleasant stretch 🥴

gangster!mirio is a very energetic himbo who can never sit the fuck still. he's like a goddamn golden retriever. he is very excitable, a huge fucking flirt, and a complete showoff. like gangster!denki he doesn't have an ounce of shame. he is also extremely possessive, but you love it thats why you stay 😂 that and his dick game(which is for later) 😂 he'll see that dude who was oogling you from the corner of the club while you were catching up with your friends in front of you, before you do. hovering closely behind you, drink in one hand, other shamelessly groping your phat ass "Ay, fella~" smoothing over your hip "Like what you see?~" hooking a thumb inside the band of your bottoms "Too bad. She's mine." rutting his crotch against your ass before bending and placing hot kisses on your neck.

he is another pussy-eater like gangster!deku. veryenthusiastic. most of the time itll go on til you beg him to just use you as a toy. 🥴 dont you underestimate his brute strength. he'll legit lift you up in front of a mirror spread eagle, arms hooked securely under your knees, making you watch his throbbing veiny cock that hits all the right spots in your cunny as he bounces you on his cock 😩 "See that, princess? My fat cock plungin' into that sweet honeypot of yours...?" but oh god his biceps as they flex when he lifts you up then releases you just enough to impale you on it just in time with his thrusts just *bites lip*

[themultiverseheroines]

Fandom Tournament part I

First Round:

Round 1 (Block A)

1.     Android 18 vs. Bang

2.     Martian Manhunter vs. Ben 10

3.     Vilgax vs. Black Lightning

4.     Vlad Plasmius vs. Saitama

5.     Mai Shiranui vs. Gwen Tennyson

6.     Blast vs. Mayuri Kurotsuchi

7.     Superman vs. Kazuya Mishima

8.     Black Panther vs. Heihachi Mishima

9.     Peridot vs. Jacqui Briggs

10.  Emma Frost vs. Vortex

11.  Stevonnie vs. Harley Quinn

12.  Static vs. Lapis

13.  The Flash vs. Hawkeye

14.  Lion-O vs. Zangief

15.  Qrow Branwen vs. Bolin

16.  Lobo vs. Goku

Round 1 (Block B)

1.     Korra vs. Jin Kazama

2.     Bismuth vs. Kyo Kusanagi

3.     Johann Faust VIII vs. Victor von Gerdenheim

4.     Thor vs. Hsien-Ko

5.     Fubuki vs. Soifon

6.     Wonder Woman vs. Chai Xianghua

7.     Yuri Sakazaki vs. Ghost Spider

8.     Spinel vs. Tenzin

9.     Ant-Man vs. Izuku Midoriya

10.  Shikimaru Nara vs. Donnatello

11.  He-Man vs. Deathstroke

12.  Ironheart vs. Rex Salazar

13.  Kitana Kahn vs. Gohan

14.  The Hulk vs. Blue Beetle

15.  Ling Xiaoyu vs. Horohoro

16.  Weiss Shnee vs. Wasp

Round 1 (Block C)

1.     Scorpion vs. Heishiro Mitsurugi

2.     Ryuko Tatsuma vs. Superboy

3.     Shazam vs. Kevin Levin

4.     Raiden vs. Ichigo Kurosaki

5.     Bullet vs. Ryu

6.     The Thing vs. Bumblebee (Transformer)

7.     Skulker vs. Mister Fantastic

8.     Gaara vs. Blanka

9.     X-23 vs. Michelangelo

10.  Karai vs. Sophitia Alexandra

11.  Hinata Hyuga vs. Raven Branwen

12.  Splinter vs. Scrooge McDuck

13.  Yang Xiao Long vs. Ember McClain

14.  Star Butterfly vs. Ken

15.  Kim Possible vs. Zak Saturday

16.  Piccolo vs. Captain Marvel

Round 1 (Block D)

1.     Loki vs. Liu Kang

2.     Renji Abarai vs. Jedah Dohma

3.     Sanji vs. Demitri Maximoff

4.     Thanos vs. Bang Shishigami

5.     Tatsumaki vs. Invisible Woman

6.     Miss Martian vs. Franky

7.     Dan Phantom vs. King

8.     Bumblebee (DC) vs. Amethyst

9.     Iron Man vs. Siegfried

10.  Tier Harribel vs. Roronoa Zoro

11.  Brook vs. Blue Mary

12.  Nina Williams vs. Sakura Kasugano

13.  Doctor Fate vs. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

14.  Vegeta vs. Ghost Rider

15.  Nico Robin vs. Black Canary

16.  Supergirl vs. Kula Diamond

Round 1 (Block E)

1.     Black Widow vs. Pearl

2.     Katsuki Bakugo vs. Amane Nishiki

3.     Doctor Strange vs. Lei Wulong

4.     Cyborg vs. Shockwave

5.     Captain America vs. Terry Bogard

6.     Mako vs. Jake Long

7.     Black Adam vs. Android 17

8.     Naruto Uzumaki vs. Optimus Prime

9.     Morrigan Aensland vs. Wulf

10.  Zaheer vs. King II

11.  Starfire vs Astaroth

12.  Wolverine vs. Goliath

13.  M. Bison vs. Akuma

14.  Chocolove McDonnell vs. Scarlet Witch

15.  Rock Howard vs. Green Arrow

16.  Tony Tony Chopper vs. Ryunosuke Umemiya

Round 1 (Block F)

1.     Arcee vs. She-Hulk

2.     Tina Armstrong vs. Rook Blonko

3.     America Chavez vs. Rumi Usagiyama

4.     Doctor Doom vs. Garnet

5.     Jimbei vs. Killer Croc

6.     Felicia vs. Scorpioa

7.     Jean Grey vs. Pyron

8.     Jon Talbain vs. Raven

9.     Sasuke Uchiha vs. Lyserg Diethel

10.  Kuvira vs. Beast Boy

11.  Sheeva vs. Atomic Samurai

12.  Danny Phantom vs. Ivy Valentine

13.  Oscar Pine vs. Luz Noceda

14.  Yoh Asakura vs. Human Torch

15.  Nightwing vs. Raphael

16.  Rock Lee vs. Leifang

Round 1 (Block G)

1.     Mumm-Ra vs. Zatanna

2.     Monkey D. Luffy vs. Megatron

3.     Cassandra Alexandra vs. Ochaco Uraraka

4.     Killer Frost vs. Ayane

5.     Red Hood vs. Ragna the Bloodedge

6.     Anne Boonchuy vs. Blake Belladonna

7.     Nu-13 vs. Byakuya Kuchiki

8.     Apocalypse vs. Hakumen

9.     Shredder vs. Bumi Jr.

10.  Batman vs. Darkwing Duck

11.  Chun-li vs. Eijiro Kirishima

12.  Ryu Hayabusa vs. Strider Hiryu

13.  Terra vs. Ein

14.  Glimmer vs. Kya

15.  Frieza vs. Kenpachi Zaraki

16.  Killer Bee vs. King Shark

Round 1 (Block H)1.     Charmcaster vs. Ruby Rose

2.     Adora/She-Ra vs. Kasumi

3.     Spider-Man vs. Geese Howard

4.     Skeletor vs. Tao Ren

5.     Green Lantern vs. Soundwave

6.     Cammy White vs. Taokaka

7.     Ms. Marvel vs. Yu Takeyama

8.     Shoto Todoroki vs. Genos

9.     Cassie Cage vs. Makoto Nanaya

10.  April O’Neil vs. Sakura Haruno

11.  Starscream vs. Penny Polendina

12.  Dani Phantom vs. Bulkhead

13.  Jann Lee vs. Catra

14.  Helena Douglas vs. Leonardo

15.  Sub-Zero vs. Krillen

16.  Hao Asakura vs. Vision

[amysgiantbees]

My Hero Academia 1A students sorted into DnD

If they don’t have a background then they have the scholar background as they’ve all attended the adventuring school Ultra Academy. 

So firstly Tsuyu Asui is a half Grung half human sailor shepherd circle druid. She has the Mobile feat. She uses a spear and light armour in battle. She isn’t particularly interested in the gods, but her favourite is Habbakuk, god of animal life and the sea, and she always makes sure to make offerings and prayers to all of the sea gods before making a voyage.

Katsuki Bakugo, he’s a 1/4 orc and human wild magic barbarian.* He has the Crusher and Chef feats. He uses two spiked maces and has minimal armour. His top stats are intelligence and strength, charisma and wisdom are his worst ones. He admires and occasionally prays to Heironeous but doesn’t like to rely or seak help from the gods. He knows common, orcish and sign language for both. His father, Masaru Bakugo, is a College of Glamour bard. His mother, Mitsuki Bakugo, is a College of Glamour bard who specializes in yelling very persuasively and having beautiful clothes.

Mina Ashido is a tiefling with a copper draconic bloodline for her sorcery. Her favourite spell is acid splash. She uses a sling and has no armour only incredible looks. She doesn’t particularly follow any gods but her favourite is Sune. She has the feats Alert and Performer. She’s proficient in both poisoners and herbalism kits.

Koji Koda is a shepherd circle druid firbolg hermit. He has the Animal Handler feature. He doesn’t usually use a weapon but carries a quarter-staff just in case. Follower of the neutral nature god Obad-Hai. His familiar is a rabbit (or an owl sometimes) named Mustard. Summon Nature’s Ally is his favourite spell. He knows Common, Elvish, Giant, Druidic sign language and can also speak common. 

Fumikage Tokoyami is a kenku ranger with a black eagle companion named Dark Shadow. He has the Crossbow Expert feat and Shadow Touched. He uses a heavy crossbow and has a ton of knives. He had a phase where he followed Tharizdun, god of eternal darkness before he admitted that he couldn’t follow a chaotic evil, treacherous god. He’s moved on to Kelemvor, the lawful neutral god of the dead (and Milil god of poetry and song). He really likes the Raven Queen too.

Izuku Midoriya is a multi class human Champion fighter and an Oath of Glory paladin. He has the Observant and Charger feats. He uses a sword and shield. His top stats are strength and intelligence, constitution is his dump stat. He has great respect for the gods in particular the demi-god All for One, Heironeous and Torm the god of self sacrifice and courage. He’s a paladin in the service of All for One but externally pretends to serve Heironeous. His father left when he was a baby and his mother is a baker and Divine Soul sorcerer who’s favourite spell is Mage Hand. He’s proficient in the calligrapher’s kit. 

Princess Momo Yaoyorozu is a human noble maverick artificer. She has the Skilled and Quick-Smithing features. She uses a quarter-staff. Her family follows the goddess of wealth and trade, Shinare. Their family symbol is the sun - as the sun is often a symbol of creation. So they also have a history with the god of Pelor, who also has the sun as their symbol. There is a sacred tree to Pelor in the family’s gardens. Her family rules from Musutafu the capital of Kara-Tur.

Prince Shoto Todoroki is a half elf half human noble sorcerer from white and red draconic blood lines. He has the feats Mage Slayer and Weapon Master and thus uses a rapier. He’s a prince on the run from his father currently going by the alias Perry (because I nicknamed him Katy Perry because he’s hot and cold... I know I’m hilarious). He doesn’t follow is merely very respectful of the gods.

Denki Kaminari is a human storm sorcerer. High charisma, low intelligence. He has the War Caster and Linguist features. He has a lightning rod like staff. When he’s out of spell slots roll a D4. Even he’s fine, odd and he’s short circuited and his intelligence is down to 1 until he’s had a short rest. If the last spell he casts hits though he does triple damage. He is a follower of the storm god Kord, part of the Greyhawk pantheon.

Yuga Aoyama is a scourge aasimar college of glamour bard who at 10th level will have moonbeam as one of his Magical Secrets spells. He uses prestidigitation CONSTANTLY for sparkles. He uses a dulcimer and a light crossbow. He’s also proficient in the shwam and pan flute. He’s a follower of Sune, goddess of love and beauty.He has the feats Fey Touched and war caster.

The Honourable Tenya Ida has a custom mix of both the backgrounds noble and inheritor. He’s a centaur Open Hand monk. He multi-class’ three levels into Clockwork Soul sorcerer to get haste (he comes from a long line of Clockwork Soul transmutation sorcerers). He has the feats Mobile and Inspiring Leader. He has a short sword and an empty fist for battle. He favours Paladine, god of rulers and guardians. His family is the lord and lady of Neverwinter.

Mashirao Ojiro is a Swiftstride shifter Way of the Open Hand monk. Swiftstride shifters are known for being dexterous, graceful and quick. So they often have features from, when they shift, feline creatures. Ojiro grows a tail when he shifts that’s somewhere between a cat and monkey or a kangaroo, making him particularly agile. He also sometimes has animalistic eyes and teeth when he shifts. He has the Martial Adept and Athlete feats. He just uses his fists to fight. He follows Majere, god of meditation and honor. Dexterity is his top stat, charisma is his worst one.

Ochaco Uraraka is an air genasi, a pinky orange one like a cloud at sunset. She’s a transmutation wizard, with one of the spells in her book being levitation. She has the feats lightly armoured and tavern brawler. She uses her fists in hand to hand usually but she’s got daggers stashed on her too. Her favourite deity is Dol Arrah, goddess of sunlight and honour. 

Eijiro Kirishima is an earth genasi (although he dyes his hair and ends up confusingly looking like a fire genasi). He is a Path of the Bear Totem Barbarian warrior. He has brown, earthy skin and eyes like rubies. Also he has the Tough and Durable feats. He likes to use his fists or a great-sword. He’s a somewhat casual follower of the Path of Light - a philosophy of light and self-improvement. He also follows Kord, god of storms, athletics and sport.

Rikido Sato is a goliath path of the berserker barbarian. But instead of a typical rage he eats sugar to help him get into the mind set and make it more powerful. This is from his parents who are both bakers and bards. Their bardic magic comes from the alluring quality of their cooking instead of music or sex appeal. He inherited a bit of this baking magic which is how he can do this. If he spends an action before entering a rage eating something high in sugar he gets to double his rage attack bonus die for the next three rounds. He also has the Tough and Durable feats (maybe chef too). He likes to use his fists or a great-axe. He isn’t overly interested in the gods but his favourite is the neutral god of stone giants and art, Skoraeus Stonebones. 

Mezo Shoji is a wild-hunt shifter, which are known for their sharp and insightfulness. The animal that he borrows aspects from is the starfish. Which can have between five to eight arms with an eye on each. He’s a way of the Astral Self monk, with an incredibly high perception. He has the Observant and Alert feats. He’s a hand to hand man. He likes Balinor, god of beasts and the hunt best.

Kyoka Jiro is a human bard from the college of valor. She’s proficient in all instruments. She has the keen mind feat and performer. She has a slingshot too. She likes Branchala, god of music best.

Hanta Sero is a human conjuration Clockwork soul sorcerer. The sticky floor spell is one of his favourite spells, and has the Empathic feat. He uses a whip. He’s not particularly interested in following any deity in particular but has a soft spot for Kord since like half his bros follow him. He’s proficient in herbalism kits. his beanie/wizard hat is his arcane focus. 

Toru Hagakure is a changeling arcane rogue. She has the Shadow Touched and skulker features. She has lot of KNIVES! The deity she favors is Leira, chaotic neutral goddess of illusion. Her parents told her that when she was born she was blessed and chosen by Leira with a birthmark of her symbol - a spiral in a triangle - on her left hand. Which is why her changeling abilities are so powerful as to let her go invisible.

Minoru Mineta just doesn’t exist. It sucks that possibly the only character with dwarfism in the show is such a creep but there’s barely anything else in his character to build on so he’s just not there. If he did though he’d be a gnome wizard who favored the sticky floor spell best (like Sero) and long range attacks. He’d respect women and tend to hyper-focus on things he likes. He has a very dirty mind and loves inappropriate jokes but isn’t a dick about it. He’d follow Olidammara, chaotic neutral god of revelry. 

* I think that having racial attributes like greater strength in orcs is BS and I’d rather delegate attributes according to culture, or more background details. Which is why Bakugo is part orc. Because I like the head-cannon that many orc tribes value self sufficiency highly and that asking for help should be a special sign of trust and mutual respect. Which resonates a lot with Bakugo’s character. Similarly high elves have a reputation for aloofness and coldness as they view no mistake as insignificant. You never know whether a hundred years down the road it might come back to bight you in the ass. So carefulness is prized by many. But there are cultural subsets and it changes by country. Just a lot less racism and a lot more cultural diversity. 

[obutsuwrites]

weak (villain!bakugo x f!reader)

summary: “You… you left me those letters. Why?” Words were intangible and hopeless. The woman’s mind too tainted with dread to form coherency.

“Why? Why?! I’m in love with you,” Ground Zero began, “You’re so fucking stupid. No wonder you didn’t fight me. Too damned weak… and that’s why you need me.” xxx very self indulgent smut with a side of sex pollen and dubcon oops

inspired by this!

word count: 5,394

warnings: yandere elements, non-consensual groping, sex pollen, dubcon, light stalking, loss of virginity, degradation, smut, rough sex

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my ko-fi~!

The day began mundanely; a daily commute to work. To a job that slowly sucked away her vitality. ‘Such a bother,’ she thought as tired eyes watched scenery blur into splotches of dull greens and earth tones. Even captivating landscapes failed to bring the office worker to life. A sigh dislodged itself from her, the sound light and careless. Days muddied into weeks. No promotions. No difference in commute. No excitement. Was that what she was looking for?

Her only respite from the banality were the bizarre letters. Originally, there was only one; a heartfelt declaration of love tucked within a neat envelope. The penmanship was precise and delicate, as if the parchment was fragile. Every note was handled with obvious care, but the woman didn’t attempt to reply. There was never a return address and that aspect terrified her; an unwanted admirer brave enough to personally deliver letters. No reply led to hateful scribbles. Scrawled calligraphy that carried declarations of delusion and threats to defile her. Flowery language now replaced with nausea.

The woman shifted in her seat, now unable to get comfortable. Shivers crawled through her veins like electricity. She wanted the letters to stop, but… ‘It’s the only interesting thing I have.’ The thought made her feel pathetic. There was no doubt the sender was a creep -- a real fucking freak, and maybe that was their saving grace. The woman hated the letters. Seeing the bright maroon envelope only brought a sour taste, leaving her mouth salivating. A glint of fear in her eyes and knees weak. And yet, the woman found herself scanning every letter; every affirmation and curse. No two notes were the same. ‘Maybe that’s the excitement of it.’ A smile tugged at her lips.

┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈

She awoke with a start, an eerie feeling finding residency in her stomach. ‘Did I miss my stop? Did I miss my fucking stop?!’ Small hands scrambled to organize. Her bag had shifted in her sleep. Papers and pens now littered across her lap. Embarrassed, pink decorated the woman’s cheeks, lips pulled into a thoughtful pout. Anxious eyes glanced at the train clock.

12 p.m.

“You’re fucking me.” It was excusable to miss work by several minutes, her employer was understanding of public transportation. But this? This was several hours. A death sentence. Frustrated, the woman balled up loose paper and tossed it against the ceiling. As soon as the parchment made contact against the meal roofing, a piercing crack buzzed through the air. It was a sound she had heard before, but only on news programs. Sounds of S-rated villain Ground Zero.

Fear flooded the woman’s system. Her arms felt heavy and impossible; appendages made of cement. The scattered populace within her section recognized the danger and began to clamber towards exits. Human cattle that trampled one other to escape. Death by stomping didn’t seem as horrific as Ground Zero. He wasn’t a man, but a quirk wielding monster. His explosions could level cities -- have leveled cities. The villain was unstoppable; his only rival, the number one pro hero Deku, even struggled against him. Victory was bloody and never guaranteed.

‘But Deku isn’t here.’ The woman’s stomach ached at the thought, goosebumps blossomed under her flesh. Instinct mandated she should run -- she was trapped here. Like dying prey. At least the other people in her carriage possessed some sort of quirk; mutant based abilities were most common among her generation, but she was quirkless. A freak in her own right, the trait she shared with the unwanted lover.

Another boom echoed, he was closer now, the sound harsh and overwhelming. A dull throb spread through the woman’s ears, ‘How is he not fucking deaf?!’ The proximity allowed adrenaline to finally engulf her. Heavy limbs moved as she clambered to her fellow passengers. A handful of people remained now, far less than before. They pushed against each other, against her, as desperate bodies tried to squeeze into an exit.

Unable to contain her voice, the woman shouted, “We -- we can’t fucking trample like this!” ‘Please, please, please fucking move,’ she pleaded; her mind tainted with dread. A primal fear that rotted in her chest. The salary woman's lungs burned for oxygen. She was going to be strangled of air and die like a rat trapped in a cage.

Anguished fists pounded against the man before her. His back was too broad and muscled to squeeze past, a hulking goliath she would die under.

“Move you fucking asshole!”

A final thunderous blast erupted to the woman’s right, her ears rang from the closeness. She could smell him now; caramel and smoke. The smell was putrid and caused her nose to scrunch in disgust. The smell of death.

There was an ample hole -- almost perfectly circular -- to her right. Smoke and sunlight mixed together, forming a sheen of orange tinted darkness. The woman heaved at the sight, ‘Too close. He’s too fucking close!’ Silence resided in the train now, the few occupants robbed of speech. Their tongues tied by the arrival of S-rated villain Ground Zero.

She avoided looking at him as trembling hands palmed through her pockets. ‘I can’t make it out like this. He’s too close. I -- at least, I can delay him.’ The realization stung. A loud stomp punctuated his arrival within the compartment. The sound hardened her resolve; fingers now laced around a shitty keychain pepper spray. It was cheap and never meant for real protection. A simple reminder of safety.

The woman pivoted to face the villain, determined to stand her ground.

“Hey! Hey, asshole!” She sounded unafraid, a stark contrast to the white knuckles that gripped the pepper spray. The trembling was instinctual now.

Violent, maroon eyes scanned her; the phantom of a smile on his face. His eyes held blood lust, like a lion’s during the hunt.

Swiftly, the woman produced the keychain and released a thick spray aimed at the villain. A deep grunt rattled from Ground Zero and gloved hands flew to his face.

His eyes snapped open; furious and bloodshot. The look of a predator. Webs of slobber connected his hands and mouth. Slimy and thick. Ground Zero’s characteristic snarl no longer existed; his expression now neutral with bits of anguish. The woman thought he looked heartbroken, as if he was hurt. As if he didn’t expect her to spray him.

She swallowed the pool of saliva in her mouth. Fear ignited itself in her system like a wildfire. Every nerve was begging to run and run and run until her legs ached and bile scratched at her throat.

“You stupid bitch!” His tone was animalistic and fiery. Deep and thunderous like a storm. Strong hands gripped the woman’s wrists. Hot brands that threatened to crush her. Ground Zero jerked the woman to him, her head bumping against his toned chest. The small crowd within the train stood imprisoned by horror. Tears fell onto the crown of her head, the villain unable to control his watering eyes.

‘I need to get out. I need to get out.’ Erratic thoughts assaulted her mind. She couldn’t control the volume nor intensity of her dread. Impulsive things that ate into her psyche.

“We’re going,” Ground Zero shouted and began to drag the salary woman through the now smoldering hole he created. Smoke and burning debris greeted her; silent tears gathered around the corners of her eyes. ‘I won’t give him the satisfaction.’ She knew how dangerous the man was, struggling would delay her death. She could only deny him the pleasure of shaking and heaving in fear.

Ground Zero looked down at the woman and released her wrists. A gloved hand instead snaked around her waist, grip impossibly tight. “Don’t struggle or I’ll fuckin’ drop you.” An explosion sounded under them, triggering a yelp. Refusing to look down, she buried her face within his clothed chest. The scent of caramel and smoke burned her nostrils. Shaky hands grasped the villain’s suit. Knuckles white and taunt. Wind cut into her face as Ground Zero trekked through the air. The woman’s ears throbbed from the explosions. ‘How can this freak even hear?! ’

┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈

“Stay,” the villain commanded as the couple landed atop a rundown warehouse. This area of the city was unknown to the office worker. Rundown and foreign. Escaping felt impossible now. The woman’s mind visualized her future; body burnt and left abandoned in a shitty warehouse. Her body now food for rats and the earth.

“Am I going to die?” Her voice was small, with speckles of anxiety. She tried to mask her fear, but it was all consuming now. The afternoon was set against the sky. Vibrant oranges that almost hurt to look at. ‘At least it’s pretty when I die. ’

Ground Zero released the woman from his grasp. Her waist hurt from his deathly clasp. He had held her like gold; a treasure he didn’t want to lose.

“No, you fucking idiot,” the man replied, his voice loud and thunderous. He sounded annoyed by the question, as if it were obvious she wouldn’t be harmed. Ground Zero’s lips pulled into a tight scowl, his face tear-streaked and red. He looked like a wounded predator; dangerous and unhinged. Pepper spraying the villain seemed to have angered him further.

The rooftop wasn’t remarkable, except for a skylight that was open, letting in fresh air and the setting sun. It looked new and out of place. Obviously an installment by Ground Zero. ‘A handyman and a monster.’ Ground Zero stopped in front of the skylight and dropped into the building below. Unsure if she should simply jump to her death, the woman decided to follow the villain. Her knees scraped against a dirty floor as she landed. The inside of the warehouse looked as decrepit as it’s outside. Rust decorated bare walls and drops of water echoed.

The man stood with his back to her as he spoke, “Why didn’t you reply?!” Ground Zero’s voice wasn’t anything less than a yell and yet carried the undertone of hurt and anguish.

His question finally clicked for the woman; ‘Oh my god. He sent the fucking letters.’ Goosebumps crept up her arms and shivers crawled down her spine. The feeling was almost painful. A primal feeling that left her exposed and afraid. This man -- this villain -- was responsible for the letters of admiration and desperation? Ground Zero was known for his impulsive nature and brutality. A monster she provoked.

“You… you left me those letters. Why?” Words were intangible and hopeless. The woman’s mind too tainted with dread to form coherency.

“Why? Why?! I’m in love with you,” Ground Zero began, “You’re so fucking stupid. No wonder you didn’t fight me. Too damned weak … and that’s why you need me.” His voice increased in volume as he spoke, ending in a crescendo of a scream. He was almost human like this; a man frustrated and pained. The villain sighed and regained his composure. “Don’t fucking move.”

His footsteps reverberated as he stomped towards the woman. She sat on the concrete and held her bruised knees to her chest, eyes memorizing the floor. The woman was in no shape to run. She knew how fast the villain was.

Ground Zero grabbed her chin and forced the woman to look at him. Hungry red eyes wide with excitement. Dark glints of anger held within.

“I know you’re a quirkless little bitch.”

Thin lips pulled into a carnivorous smile. A predator now left with wounded prey. Smiles -- as she knew -- shouldn’t hold such contempt and thrill.

No light or joy were held in her eyes. An inky abyss that left Ground Zero speechless. A part of him -- deep inside -- craved to see the woman like this. Broken and afraid under his boot.

“Okay,” the salary worker whimpered.  Her heart felt heavy now. Dread no longer sat in her veins, the iciness replaced by a dull apathy. Escape was never an option.

The villain released her face, satisfied by her complacency. Crimson eyes wandered to the bruises that decorated her knees, a cosmic mess of purple and red. Blood speckled her wounds. Ground Zero found himself wanting to lap at the blood and circle his tongue around the injuries. Without thought, Ground Zero rubbed a hand against the wound, eliciting a whine from the woman.

“Stop. That hurts…” Her voice wasn’t anything above a whisper.

Ground Zero smacked his hand against her knee, obviously annoyed. The woman bit her lip to muffle a cry.

“I can’t fucking hear you,” he snarled and held his hand over her knee. He was poised to punish her if he deemed the response inadequate.

She wanted to appeal to his humanity. “Ground Zero, please stop that hurts.” This was the most polite the woman ever was. Her voice was shaky and apathetic, but carried traits of a feigned kindness. Would she have to beg? Scream prayers that would never be answered?

Quickly, the villain released her knee, allowing the damaged limb to fall against the concrete. “Call me Katsuki,” his breath was hot against her face, “Clean yourself up. Or are you too fucking useless to do that yourself?” Katsuki hoped he could wash her wounds himself. He wanted to imprint himself against her skin and never let go. Even touching her knee sent his heart into rapid palpitations that hammered against his rib cage. His head pounded with the blood coursing through his ears.

Ground Zero -- an S-rated villain -- kidnaps her and has the audacity to belittle her. The salary worker felt her chest blossom with a heated rage that replaced the dull, apathetic ache. She had pepper sprayed him and stood her ground despite being quirkless. ‘I’m not going to let this freak wash me,’ she thought.

“No. I know how to disinfect wounds, Katsuki,” the woman replied; his name left a sour taste in her mouth and dripped with venom. Heated eyes regarded the villain, waiting for a response.

Katsuki said nothing, opting to instead stand and walk towards a neatly stacked display of water bottles. She hadn’t noticed the mountain before; her eyes too intent on the floor. Looking around the room now, the woman noted the modest abode. A ratty mattress sat off to the side of a makeshift living area, the entire setup looking out of place against the cobwebs and dust.

“I’ll clean your dumbass myself,” Katsuki announced, “Strip.” His heart continued to pound in his chest, excitement boiling in his veins. He had dreamed of this; of seeing his beloved nude and waiting for him. Smoke sparked in his palms from impatience. The sight of the salary woman caused his palms to sweat too much, allowing for extra nitroglycerin to mingle and create sparks.

“I said I can do it myself. Are you deaf?” Once the question left her mouth, the office worker clamped a small, shaky hand over it. She knew the mistake she made. He could burn her alive, ‘He could burn this place down if he wanted to.’

The roar of a laugh vibrated from Katsuki, the laugh of a madman.

“My explosions are fuckin’ loud. I know you’re stupid, but I didn’t think you were this goddamn dumb. It’s hearing loss, sweetheart.” The way he said sweetheart felt vicious, like a threat. It made the salary woman's skin prickle.

Being so vulnerable in front of him -- in front of a villain caused goosebumps to settle underneath her skin. Little beads of anxiety and fear. Spit pooled at the back of her throat; bile that wanted to rise and overcome her. The woman swallowed the thick liquid and nodded. A small, meek action. She felt impossibly insignificant. Trembling hands began to slowly peel off her sweat drenched clothing. The cotton material wanted nothing more than to glue itself to her flesh.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, unable to hide his annoyance. She would come to want this -- to want him.

“If you’re gonna be so fucking slow, I’ll do it.” Heavy footsteps echoed as the villain stalked his prey. His calloused hands gripped the woman’s blouse and ripped the material. Clammy skin shivered under the cool air. A gust had worked its way into the room, perhaps a sign of their altitude. He instinctively palmed her now exposed chest and ran a finger over her collarbone, earning a shiver from his captive. ‘She’s as soft as I imagined.’ The villain absentmindedly hummed, allowing his hands to roam over her clothed breasts. Katsuki’s touch elicited a muffled sigh from the woman. She didn’t want to hide a sound from him. Far too risky with napalm hands memorizing her form, but she grew impatient.

“It’s -- it’s my knees,” the salary worker advised. Her body felt ablaze from the villain’s hands. An inferno that ended between her thighs. A man hadn’t touched her like this before, her skin only knowing curt handshakes and platonic hugs. His touch felt almost sinful. Like a brand that scarred her skin.

The pressure of his palms was replaced by nails. It was a searing pain and pulled a soft yowl from the salary worker. Katsuki found himself pleased with the sound and continued to dig his nails into supple flesh.

“Do you see what you do to me?” The question wasn’t meant for her. No, it was self reflection. An impossible question the young man wondered as he left vicarious love notes that went unanswered. Thinking back to her response -- or lack of -- caused Katsuki’s blood to boil; lava that burned his veins.

Unable to handle the pain any longer, the woman swatted his hand away. An act of defiance she knew she would grow to regret. His hands felt too hot and reeked of caramel. The smell was traditionally pleasant; a smell reminiscent of sweets, but instead, it left her queasy and nervous.

Snapped from his fantasy, Katsuki’s large hands traveled down the woman’s form, ending at her bruised knees. “Whatever. Stay still,” the villain commanded as he produced a worn rag and began to dab at the wounds. The lukewarm water felt pleasant against scraped knees, the flesh irritated and hot. She hummed from the relief.

“You like that?” His face was twisted into a smug grin. ‘See? You’ll learn to love me.’

Embarrassed, the salary worker turned her head away as she spoke, “It just feels good. Guess you don’t have gauze.” It was meant as a joke -- a means to relieve the feverous atmosphere. His eyes still held lust, but his hands were gentle as Katsuki worked.

“No, but I have this,” Katsuki replied and further tore her blouse, the woman’s entire front now exposed to the villain. Before she could respond, Katsuki wrapped a strip around both knees. The material was too thin and eventually crimson would bleed through, but the blond admired his handiwork. She looked so fragile like this. The complete opposite of the woman who pepper sprayed him.

His gaze was piercing and uncomfortable. The woman shrunk under it and wanted to evaporate from existence. ‘Anything,’ she reasoned, ‘would be better than this.’

Katsuki’s hand still rested on the woman’s knee. He couldn’t bear to deny himself the sensation of her. She was like water he desperately needed. An oasis within a hellish desert… All his. Strong hands traced the curve of the salary woman’s knee and ended on her thigh. She was soft here, too. The woman was a stuffed toy; only for him.

“Move your hand,” she began, “please.” It was a simple request, one that she hoped the man before her would honor. Asking him like this -- like a sniveling child -- was demeaning. Begging wasn’t a usual characteristic. The woman considered herself more of a spitfire, despite the lack of a quirk. A trait that drew the villain to her.

The blond ignored her and continued to stroke her thigh. His crimson eyes no longer held carnal desires, replaced by a listful glint. Little cherries devoid of emotion. “Shut up. You don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you? Just enjoy it, kitten.” Katsuki’s last sentence carried a gentle tone, unlike the brutish voice his captive was accustomed to. He sounded normal; like a young lover caressing his sweetheart. Not the monster of a man that kidnapped her and left red, angry impressions of his nails. His hands were comforting and the salary worker found herself leaning into his hand. Being touched was uncommon and left her touch-starved, but being touched like this felt infinite.

Katsuki’s heart began to pick up in pace again, the organ now hammering in his chest. He allowed his warm hands to wander to her heated center and palmed her clothed crotch. The sudden touch caused a mewl to escape the woman. A soft and quiet sound that Katsuki strained to hear. Blood pulsed through his ears from the sound. His ears reddened and light rogue across his cheeks.

“This,” the villain gently slapped her crotch, “is mine.” The sentence came out as a growl. Hungry and predatory. “You’re mine. Say it!”

Unable to avoid the blush across her cheeks the woman nodded, strands of hair cascading down her shoulders. ‘Why do I feel like this? Why am I letting him do this?’ A part of the woman hated herself for it. It was weak. Only a weak minded woman would allow a villain to feel her up in a dingy warehouse.

“See? You’re too fuckin’ weak to even answer. Want me to undress ya, baby?” Katsuki finally began to rub the woman’s clothed core. “Say it!”

Her tongue was dry and tight. Saliva evaporated and she struggled to speak, “N-no…”

The blond’s hands suddenly left her wanting core, causing the woman to stifle a whine of disappointment. “No? No?! I touch you, make you feel good, and you won’t even fucking give a damn. Don’t care about anyone but yourself, huh? Fine.” She missed his warm hands. A lack of warmth that made her feel dirty. Katsuki reached into his pocket and revealed a small orange handkerchief. “I didn’t wanna use this goddamn thing on you, but you’re making me, kitten.”

A wave of shock splashed across the woman’s face. Eyes impossibly wide and afraid. ‘He’s going to drug me!’

“You don’t --” Her sentence was muffled and lost by soft fabric pressed against her mouth. The scent of flowers wafted from the material. She held back the urge to choke and splutter, the smell too floral and nauseating, as if the villain shoved her face into a rose bush. Her breath was hot against Katsuki’s palm and caused blood to rush between his thighs. He resisted the carnal urge to trace the salary worker’s lips. They felt like delicate petals underneath the handkerchief. A plush gift only for him.

A part of Katsuki hated himself for this. He didn’t want to use this; it was his final option. He didn’t like to think of himself as desperate like this… She… She should understand how much -- how fucking much he loves her! His heart didn’t ache and hammer in his chest for anyone else. The feelings he experienced were foreign at first. A woman had never made the villain florid and shy, but this pathetic woman brought forth lewd thoughts that consumed him. Like a fire he couldn’t extinguish.

She struggled against the blond’s grip. His strong hands felt heavy, like weights that threatened to crush her. After inhaling the sickeningly sweet handkerchief, the woman’s body began to heat up; a fever she couldn’t escape. Sweat beaded against her skin. Sticky and humid. Rapid breathing slowed into soft, agonizing pants. Sounds that Katsuki cherished, sounds he had dreamt of. The uncomfortable warmth spread down the salary woman’s body and ended between her thighs. The sensation was familiar, almost like the heat from Katsuki’s touch, but somehow more intense. More needy.

“Please…” Her voice sounded alien and lustful. A tone of voice she hadn’t used before. The sensation between her thighs only bloomed once the villain removed the handkerchief and traced his calloused fingers over gentle lips. ‘She’s so soft. So soft and wanting.’ “Please,” she begged again, “t-touch me, Katsuki.” The woman was unable to stifle her plea, her sentence loud and wanting.

Without responding, thin lips locked her in a feverish kiss, afraid to lose the woman. His teeth gnawed at plush lips and left red welts in their wake. The beginnings of Katsuki marking his property. Large, calloused hands roamed her form; desperate to memorize the valleys and curves of his captive’s frame. He lacked the gentleness of a lover.

Breaking the kiss, Katsuki growled, “This is mine. You’re mine.” To prove his point, the villain’s nails dug into her fleshy thighs and elicited a groan. Encouraged by the woman, Katsuki’s palms traveled to the woman’s chest and began to grope her breasts. Unable to muffle herself, the woman allowed a moan to escape. The sound was angelic and ethereal and left Katsuki throbbing for more. Roughly, the villain took a delicate breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around his captive’s sensitive nub. Her sounds of pleasure echoed off the walls, lewd sounds that Katsuki had dreamed of.

“Don’t stop…” She grinded her feverish body against the blond, causing his muscles to clench. “You -- you feel so good, Katsuki.” Without agency, small hands began to trail down Katsuki’s toned body. He fit perfectly against her, ‘Maybe it’s fate,’ she thought. Her mind buzzed and hazy from the handkerchief.

A satisfying ‘pop’ sounded as Katsuki released her breast. He turned his attention to the woman’s neck and began to suck on the supple flesh. Katsuki needed to brand her as his. A woman that belonged only to him. The blond left a trail of hickies as he sucked and kissed her neck. She palmed at his hair, pulling and ruffling the soft strands. The pressure -- the burning pressure between her thighs ached, leaving her frantic for relief. Her other hand crawled in between her thighs and rubbed her clothed crotch. ‘It’s too hot. I need… I need relief. ’

She whined when the blond suddenly removed his hot, wet mouth from her sensitive breast. He reached down and swatted the woman’s hand away from her sweltering core. “I’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.” A warm hand stroked her swollen lips and circled around her mound. Embarrassed by her blatant need for release, a blush crept across her face. ‘Let me make you feel good, too.’ Inexperienced hands trailed down Katsuki’s muscular form, stopping between his thighs. She gripped the villain’s clothed member and began to stroke him. A guttural groan rattled from his throat. Thunderous and vibrating his chest.

Katsuki mumbled her name against her skin, his breath clammy and humid. She felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her. Her name on his lips was euphoric. A mortal being acknowledged by divinity. Katsuki’s palm ignited atop the woman’s crotch -- burning her garments. The salary worker yelped from the sudden spark, her mind still hazy and wanton. She shuddered as a thick finger pressed against her entrance. Katsuki wanted to draw out every sound from her, but his lust proved too powerful. He shoved the finger inside and began to quickly pump into the woman. Brutal and forlorn. Her breathing was reduced to hectic puffs, the woman unable to regulate herself. A calloused finger traced circles around her clit, the stimulation sending her into a frenzy of moans and huffs. Unable to close her mouth, drool began to dribble down her exposed chest.  

“Katsuki…”

“Yeah, baby? Ya want my cock? Say it,” the blond demanded. His tone gruff and obviously excited. “Tell me how badly you fuckin’ want it. Beg.”

She hated being this needy -- this reliant on a villain. A man that wanted to violate her -- was violating her in a dirty, abandoned building. The salary woman hadn’t been touched like this before, but the fire between her legs roared for him. For Katsuki.

Swallowing the saliva in her mouth, the woman mumbled, “Katsuki, I want you.”

Katsuki withdrew his finger from her wet cunt. It left her wanting and empty. Only Katsuki could fulfill her. She whined and grabbed onto the villain’s shirt, desperate for his touch again.

He wiped his soaking hand against her plush thighs. “No. Say it.” A rough hand reached up and clasped around the woman’s throat. Almost like a warning. A threat. ‘Don’t do anything you’ll regret, sweetheart.’

“Please fuck me. Please. Please. Please,” she begged. Words spilled forth from her like a spring. It physically hurt to not have her aching core stimulated. Her body was burning and Katsuki was the well that would extinguish her.

Instead of a reply, the blond only grunted. She reminded him of a virgin first exploring the landscape of a man. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you? No one would fuck you, huh? Too damned shy and weak, kitten.” Katsuki moved swiftly to undress, the man now standing nude and proud. Her eyes crept down his nude frame. A shameless act she would otherwise not allow.

‘Touch me. Touch me, touch me, touch me.’ The thoughts assaulted her as Katsuki ran a finger down her body, eliciting a shudder of anticipation. His fingers hovered over the woman’s entrance. Her cunt was soaking, but Katsuki wanted to stretch her further. Without mercy, he plunged two fingers into her sensitive core. His captive cried out in shock and slight pain. One finger had made her feel full, but two left the woman feeling stuffed. Little droplets of tears cascaded down her cheeks as meaty fingers mercilessly pumped into her.

“Don’t be such a fucking baby,” Katsuki chided, adding a third finger. He continued his vigorous pace. The villain was unswayed by her blatant discomfort. “Relax, dumbass.” As if on cue, the woman melted into Katsuki’s touch. His fingers pumping in and out, the squelching noise vibrating through the room. Three fingers now curled inside her, causing a long wanton moan to rattle from the woman. “Just like that, kitten.”

A part of her wanted the villain’s encouragement. She wanted his rough hands to lay waste to her body and claim her as his. She… She wanted him.

“Please fuck me, Katsuki,” she moaned into the blond’s hair.

‘Finally.’ Katsuki slid his fingers from her heated, drenched core and lined his cock up at her entrance. “Hold still.” His member sheathed into her with ease and slowly began to roll his hips against the woman. Their sweat mingled together; the scent of caramel and perspiration drifting around the room. Her body finally felt complete. The sweltering heat wave no longer threatened to burn her alive. Katsuki was her saving grace. A waterfall she plunged into. Slowly, Katsuki picked up his pace. His hips now slapped against hers, the sound loud and sickening. She knew -- she knew this was wrong, and yet her body craved the villain and wanted to savor every push into her wanting cunt.

The woman snaked a delicate hand down her body and stroked her clit; little circles that only intensified her need. She felt a bundle of pleasure start to build within her stomach; the feeling foreign and yet blissful.

“F-faster.”

Katsuki rammed himself into her cunt, loudly swearing and panting. Like a dog in heat. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy was made for me, kitten.” His voice rumbled from his chest; deep and guttural. Primal. A predator finally seeking their claws into prey.

Unable to withhold her pleasure any longer, the pressure erupted as waves of euphoria crashed into her. Her mind slowly started to seep back into reality. The reality of a villain -- a monster -- buried within her now hypersensitive cunt. Fear swelled in the woman’s eyes; nervous and trapped.

“Don’t,” she pleaded, “Please, dont.” Tears stung in her vision. Katsuki appeared blurry and carnal; like a man possessed. ‘Don’t cum in me. Not here. Not with you.’

“I gotta st-stop, baby. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.” The last word came out a whimper as the woman felt her juices mix with the blond’s cum. An unholy union of bodies and filth. She choked out a sob, the woman unable to hold back her agony.

Katsuki brought a finger to her lips and softly shushed her. “I know, baby. I know. You’re just so happy you’re all mine.”

[rise-fall-rage-and-repeat]

"We shouldn't be here, Kacchan!" Midoria hissed, resting his hands on his hips in irritation, and agitation. "Awe, come on ya nerd, what 'r ya afraid of?" Bakugo snickered, sliding back over to the prince, crossing his own arms and looking down on the smaller merman, grinning down at the pouting face. "Please tell me that's a rhetorical question..." When all Bakugo gave him was a smirk, Midoria huffed. "Who knows how stable this place is! One wrong move with a tail and it could come crashing down on top of us!" "Deku... This place hasn't moved a single rock since we were kids. Calm. Down. Besides, it's not like we're going that deep." So, this one was technically supposed to be the image for today... So 17... But I'm REAAAAAALLY not happy with the one I was working on for yesterday so I'm completely redoing in. So. This is now the image for yesterday the 16th. XD They're supposed to be in like an abandoned city? Something like that. I wanted to do a ship wreck originally but... that was too much effort when I technically have one other image to do today. Sooooo, I recycled an old background. Brownie points to anyone who can tell me what image of mine the background was recycled from. XD I added some stuff to Bakugo's design! Since I decided his mom is a yellow-bellied sea snake, I added the black designs these snakes have on their backs to him. It travels past his tail and up his back, and connects to the marking I put that kind of resembles his mask. His tail is also super long now and all wiggly. I feel like he would half slither half swim through the water. I also need more long-haired Bakugo in my life. Like. Do you see this boy? Do you see him??? I took inspiration from this adorable pic of Goliath and Elisa from the Marvel run of the Gargoyles comics (it's the fifth image down) vlnresearch.com/gargoyles-marv…. I just got major BakuDeku vibes. Prince Broccolini is having NONE of Bakugo's shit today. XD

[orderisoutofstyle]

“Ooh I love scorpions. I want one. A mantis would be cool too.” He took his shirt off before pulling on a hoodie. “I have a Goliath bird eating tarantula but she’s in Bakugo’s room.”

@orderisoutofstyle

Souta wasn’t exactly thrilled about Mr. Aizawa wanting to throw him under a second year tutor. He didn’t like socializing, and he felt that his knowledge base was enough to help him to be able to manifest the beasts he needed and wanted. How much could this guy really help? He sat on the couch with his arms crossed, facing away from the door and facing toward Aizawa. He crossed his arms and leaned his head back while he waited, letting his mind wander into a day dream.

Aizawa had hoped that Klarion could be of help for the new first year. His quirk completely depended on having a good knowledge base and visualization of what he wanted to create. He knew Klarion’s knowledge and quirk could be useful in this. Souta had a short protest, but seemed to quickly give in to the offered help. Now was to convince Klarion to help, that was the tricky part.

[recentanimenews]

Everyone Loves All Might and Here's Why!

He’s the Symbol of Peace, an icon of stability and optimism in a superheroic age. He’s the greatest of superheroes, chasing down villains wherever they lurk, saving the people with a gallant smile. He’s a friend and mentor to our boy Deku, equipping him with all the strength and support he needs to achieve his own heroic destiny. He is All Might, My Hero Academia’s shining star, a character whose design screams Infinite Strength and Giant Teddy Bear all at the same time. All Might’s presence is a tremendous part of what makes My Hero Academia so great, and today, we’re going to celebrate all the things that make All Might special. Let’s start at the top and raise up a cheer for the Symbol of Peace!

Reason One: He’s Just That Awesome

We’re going to get into some less obvious reasons eventually, but there’s no denying the big one: All Might just really is an awe-inspiring superhero. From the grand finale of the show’s first season to his recent participation in the superhero counterattack, the moments where All Might gets to go wild are always incredibly rewarding. Just seeing him smash through that wall to save Bakugo gives the immediate impression that things are going to be okay, even when we know that’s not really true. All Might’s beautifully realized strength makes it totally believable that he could carry this world on his shoulders; he evokes in us the same confidence he props up for his own people, making us truly believe him when he says “it’s all right now. Why? Because I am here!”

Reason Two: He’s Extremely Adorable

You wouldn’t think a man who alternates between appearing as a muscle-bound goliath and a sunken-eyed husk could possibly come across as “adorable,” but All Might somehow manages it. Part of it comes down to his demeanor; in spite of brimming with gallant confidence when he needs to, he’s also awkward and overly polite and often a screwup, so there’s a great natural tension between “I am the strongest hero ever” and “whoops, I broke another school regulation, now everyone’s gonna be mad at me.” Of course, it certainly doesn’t hurt that he does stuff like awkwardly asking Deku to lunch and showing up to loiter at work when he’s bored. All Might might be the lofty Symbol of Peace, but he’s also a pretty relatable dude.

  Reason Three: He’s a Flawed but Committed Dad

All Might isn’t literally Midoriya’s dad, but I mean, c’mon, he’s Midoriya’s dad. He’s the figure Midoriya looked up to as a child, the one he saw as an invincible goal to aspire to, and the one who’s gone on to be Midoriya’s day-to-day confidant in navigating not just his powers, but life in general. All Might has given Midoriya great confidence, helped him regain hope in his dream, and generally supported him, but he’s also been far from a perfect influence. All Might’s instinct towards sacrificing himself for others has in Midoriya turned into something even more self-destructive, and All Might often lacks the perspective or good sense to keep his adopted son from getting hurt. And yet in spite of that, All Might acknowledges his own failures, and works to protect Midoriya while knowing he hasn’t always been the best guide for the boy. He screws up and tries again and does a little better, all the while demonstrating he’s not just a great hero to the populace, he’s also doing his best to raise one mixed-up kid.

Reason Four: He’s Trying Hard, Too

All Might works hard to present himself as an invincible icon of heroic strength, because that’s what the world needs him to be. But in truth, All Might is always pushing himself, and as the series goes on, it’s clear his constant heroics take a heavy toll on his health. All Might is ultimately much like Deku: strength doesn’t come naturally to him, it’s something he pursues because he feels he has to, because people are in danger and he thinks he can help. Because of this, when All Might claims he was inspired to move by his own students, we can easily believe him. All Might is as vulnerable and uncertain of himself as any of us, and the fact that he still works so hard and achieves so much in spite of that is what ultimately makes him so great. Even when he's physically spent, All Might knows he can never let down the people who believe in him, and so raises his fist all the same. Acting strong when you're actually strong is easy; performing strength when you're at your weakest, because you know the people need something to believe in, is the sign of a true hero.

All Might is a tremendous boon to My Hero Academia, and that’s before we even get to his weirdly charming design, or the animation buffet of his major fights. Though his time as the Symbol of Peace may be coming to an end, the importance of his work is clear in all the people he’s inspired, all the new heroes he’s taught to believe in themselves. Whether it’s through sparring with villains on city streets or simply telling Deku he did a good job, All Might embodies the spirit of heroism, giving us not just a hero to believe in, but the confidence to believe in ourselves.

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Nick Creamer has been writing about cartoons for too many years now, and is always ready to cry about Madoka. You can find more of his work at his blog Wrong Every Time, or follow him on Twitter.

By: news+feed@crunchyroll.com

[myherobkg]

I think goliath!kirishima, from the same tribe as goliath!bakugo, would get along well with a tiefling!reader. A street performer and a conwoman, you would swindle kirishima out of his latest payment from the last campaign he tagged along on.

It's not like he did anything after he found out—calmly asking if you could house him in return.

"That's not really how it works," you scoff, lips stretching into a crooked smile. "I already stole all your money."

"Oh, right...well, I really prefer a mattress over a haystack," Kirishima laughs bashfully, scratching the back of his neck. "If you wouldn't mind? The least you can do after robbing me blind."

"I didn't rob you blind if you caught me." Exasperated, you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing deeply. "How can you be so sharp when you're this dense."

"I'm not that dense," Kirishima boasts, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his chin.

You suppress your laugh behind your fingers, whimpering softly with a hysterical smile.

"It's a miracle you've managed to grow to maturity," you taunt, fully aware he'd miss your remark.

He proved you right as he answered haughtily, "I'm not so easy to kill, you know."

"Maybe not kill, but you can certainly still starve to death," you murmur, turning down the street and waving your arm to follow. "Come along."

Kirishima didn't hesitate to follow you, trailing at your heel like a mutt.

"You're serious, right? Do you have more beer at your place?"

"Shut your mouth before I pull your tongue out," you snap your fingers, igniting a bright spark from your fingertips. "I'm already feeling generous because of the goldmine I came across tonight."

"That-...That was me, right?"

—please reblog & comment if you like it! do not copy or repost ©

[themultiverseheroines]

Fandom Tournament

Okay, so I believe a week ago I mentioned my friend was making a tournament featuring characters from anime, cartoons, etc.? Well, he finished it all, with 256 participants. Yep, not 128 like he told me. Anyways, here are the participants who will be facing off against one another. Also, here’s how this tournament will work.

There will be eight blocks. 32 participants and 16 fights in each block from Block A to Block H. This will go on for five rounds until we get to the quarterfinals, then the semi-finals, and then the finals. The participants fighting one another will be done at random. My friend had to use a number generator to make this easier for him.

Now, who wins will be up to my friend based off how he believes the fights would go. He’ll also take into account the opinions of everyone. The first round will be up tomorrow morning and then the second round on Sunday. Then next Friday to Sunday round 3, 4, and 5. And then the week after that the finals.

My friend understands not everyone will like this due to who they feel should win, but this is based off his knowledge of the characters and what they are capable of. While also believing how they’d fight against one another. Hope you’ll like the fights anyways and take care guys. 

Anime

Dragon Ball

1.     Goku

2.     Vegeta

3.     Gohan

4.     Piccolo

5.     Android 17

6.     Android 18

7.     Krillen

8.     Frieza

Bleach

1.     Ichigo Kurosaki

2.     Byakuya Kuchiki

3.     Kenpachi Zaraki

4.     Renji Abarai

5.     Soifon

6.     Mayuri Kurotsuchi

7.     Tier Harribel

8.     Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Shaman King

1.     Yoh Asakura

2.     Tao Ren

3.     Horohoro

4.     Johann Faust VIII

5.     Lyserg Diethel

6.     Ryunosuke Umemiya

7.     Chocolove McDonnell

8.     Hao Asakura

Naruto

1.     Naruto Uzumaki

2.     Sasuke Uchiha

3.     Sakura Haruno

4.     Killer Bee

5.     Rock Lee

6.     Shikimaru Nara

7.     Hinata Hyuga

8.     Gaara

One Piece

1.     Monkey D. Luffy

2.     Roronoa Zoro

3.     Nico Robin

4.     Sanji

5.     Tony Tony Chopper

6.     Franky

7.     Brook

8.     Jimbei

One Punch Man

1.     Saitama

2.     Genos

3.     Tatsumaki

4.     Fubuki

5.     Bang

6.     Blast

7.     Atomic Samurai

8.     King

My Hero Academia

1.     Izuku Midoriya

2.     Katsuki Bakugo

3.     Ochaco Uraraka

4.     Shoto Todoroki

5.     Eijiro Kirishima

6.     Rumi Usagiyama

7.     Yu Takeyama

8.     Ryuko Tatsuma

RWBY

1.     Ruby Rose

2.     Weiss Shnee

3.     Blake Belladonna

4.     Yang Xiao Long

5.     Penny Polendina

6.     Oscar Pine

7.     Qrow Branwen

8.     Raven Branwen

Cartoon

Ben 10/Generator Rex/The Secret Saturdays

1.     Ben Tennyson

2.     Gwen Tennyson

3.     Kevin Levin

4.     Rook Blonko

5.     Rex Salazar

6.     Zak Saturday

7.     Charmcaster

8.     Vilgax

He-Man/She-Ra/Thundercats

1.     Prince Adam/He-Man

2.     Skeletor

3.     Adora/She-Ra

4.     Catra

5.     Glimmer, Princess of Bright Moon

6.     Scorpioa

7.     Lion-O

8.     Mumm-Ra

Steven Universe

1.     Stevonnie

2.     Garnet

3.     Pearl

4.     Amethyst

5.     Bismuth

6.     Lapis

7.     Peridot

8.     Spinel

LOK

1.     Korra

2.     Mako

3.     Bolin

4.     Kuvira

5.     Zaheer

6.     Tenzin

7.     Bumi Jr.

8.     Kya

Danny Phantom

1.     Danny Phantom

2.     Danielle “Dani” Phantom

3.     Vlad Plasmius

4.     Dan Phantom

5.     Wulf

6.     Skulker

7.     Vortex

8.     Ember McLain

Transformers

1.     Optimus Prime

2.     Megatron

3.     Bumblebee

4.     Arcee

5.     Bulkhead

6.     Soundwave

7.     Starscream

8.     Shockwave

Disney

1.     Kim Possible

2.     Jake Long

3.     Goliath

4.     Scrooge McDuck

5.     Darkwing Duck

6.     Luz Noceda

7.     Anne Boonchuy

8.     Star Butterfly

TMNT

1.     Leonardo

2.     Raphael

3.     Donatello

4.     Michelangelo

5.     April O’Neil

6.     Splinter

7.     Karai

8.     Shredder

Comic/Book

Justice League

1.     Superman

2.     Wonder Woman

3.     Batman

4.     The Flash

5.     Green Lantern

6.     Shazam

7.     Martian Manhunter

8.     Doctor Fate

9.     Green Arrow

10.  Black Canary

11.  Black Lightning

12.  Supergirl

13.  Zatanna

14.  Nightwing

15.  Starfire

16.  Cyborg

17.  Raven

18.  Beast Boy

19.  Terra

20.  Static

21.  Bumblebee

22.  Superboy

23.  Red Hood

24.  Blue Beetle

25.  Miss Martian

26.  Deathstroke

27.  Killer Frost

28.  Killer Croc

29.  King Shark

30.  Harley Quinn

31.  Black Adam

32.  Lobo

Marvel

1.     Captain America

2.     Captain Marvel

3.     Hawkeye

4.     Black Widow

5.     Iron Man

6.     Scarlet Witch

7.     Vision

8.     Thor

9.     The Hulk

10.  Spider-Man

11.  Ant-Man

12.  Wasp

13.  Black Panther

14.  She-Hulk

15.  Doctor Strange

16.  Ms. Marvel

17.  Ghost Rider

18.  Ghost Spider

19.  Wolverine

20.  America Chavez

21.  Ironheart

22.  X-23

23.  Emma Frost

24.  Jean Grey

25.  Mister Fantastic

26.  Invisible Woman

27.  Human Torch

28.  The Thing

29.  Doctor Doom

30.  Thanos

31.  Apocalypse

32.  Loki

Video Games

Mortal Kombat

1.     Cassie Cage

2.     Jacqui Briggs

3.     Sheeva

4.     Kitana Khan

5.     Raiden

6.     Liu Kang

7.     Sub-Zero

8.     Scorpion

Street Fighter

1.     Ryu

2.     Ken

3.     Chun-li

4.     Cammy White

5.     Sakura Kasugano

6.     Blanka

7.     M. Bison

8.     Zangief

King of Fighters

1.     Terry Bogard

2.     Geese Howard

3.     Rock Howard

4.     Kyo Kusanagi

5.     Blue Mary

6.     Kula Diamond

7.     Yuri Sakazaki

8.     Mai Shiranui

Tekken

1.     Akuma

2.     Jin Kazama

3.     Ling Xiaoyu

4.     Heihachi Mishima

5.     Kazuya Mishima

6.     Nina Williams

7.     Lei Wulong

8.     King II

Dead or Alive

1.     Ayane

2.     Tina Armstrong

3.     Ryu Hayabusa

4.     Leifang

5.     Kasumi

6.     Jann Lee

7.     Helena Douglas

8.     Ein

BlazBlue

1.     Ragna the Bloodedge

2.     Amane Nishiki

3.     Bang Shishigami

4.     Bullet

5.     Hakumen

6.     Nu-13

7.     Taokaka

8.     Makoto Nanaya

Darkstalkers

1.     Demitri Maximoff

2.     Hsien-Ko

3.     Jedah Dohma

4.     Jon Talbain

5.     Morrigan Aensland

6.     Victor von Gerdenheim

7.     Felicia

8.     Pyron

Soulcalibur

1.     Siegfried

2.     Chai Xianghua

3.     Heishiro Mitsurugi

4.     Ivy Valentine

5.     Strider Hiryu

6.     Astaroth

7.     Cassandra Alexandra

8.     Sophitia Alexandra

[obutsuwrites]

villain!bakugo wip (bakugo x f!reader)

summary: waddup folks its me obu and i,,, i got 2 talkin w a friend n wooh boyy,,, i had some Ideas(TM). so here we are, a meaty wip that’ll end up smutty v.v

warnings: light yandere elements~!

feedback is appreciated n my inbox is open 4 requests n stuff~!

this preview is 989 words!

finished piece posted here

The day began mundanely; a daily commute to work. To a job that slowly sucked away her vitality. ‘Such a bother,’ she thought as tired eyes watched scenery blur into splotches of dull greens and earth tones. Even captivating landscapes failed to bring the office worker to life. A sigh dislodged itself from her, the sound light and careless. Days muddied into weeks. No promotions. No difference in commute. No excitement. Was that what she was looking for? 

Her only respite from the banality were the bizarre letters. Originally, there was only one; a heartfelt declaration of love tucked within a neat envelope. The penmanship was precise and delicate, as if the parchment was fragile. Every note was handled with obvious care, but the woman didn’t attempt to reply. There was never a return address and that aspect terrified her; an unwanted admirer brave enough to personally deliver letters. No reply led to hateful scribbles. Scrawled calligraphy that carried declarations of delusion and threats to defile her. Flowery language now replaced with nausea. 

The woman shifted in her seat, now unable to get comfortable. Shivers crawled through her veins like electricity. She wanted the letters to stop, but… ‘It’s the only interesting thing I have.’ The thought made her feel pathetic. There was no doubt the sender was a creep -- a real fucking freak, and maybe that was their saving grace. The woman hated the letters. Seeing the bright maroon envelope only brought a sour taste, leaving her mouth salivating. A glint of fear in her eyes and knees weak. And yet, the woman found herself scanning every letter; every affirmation and curse. No two notes were the same. ‘Maybe that’s the excitement of it.’ A smile tugged at her lips. 

🔥

She awoke with a start, an eerie feeling finding residency in her stomach. ‘Did I miss my stop? Did I miss my fucking stop?!’ Small hands scrambled to organize. Her bag had shifted in her sleep. Papers and pens now littered across her lap. Embarrassed, pink decorated the woman’s cheeks, lips pulled into a thoughtful pout. Anxious eyes glanced at the train clock. 

12 p.m. 

“You’re fucking me.” It was excusable to miss work by several minutes, her employer was understanding of public transportation. But this? This was several hours. A death sentence. Frustrated, the woman balled up loose paper and tossed it against the ceiling. As soon as the parchment made contact against the meal roofing, a piercing crack buzzed through the air. It was a sound she had heard before, but only on news programs. Sounds of S-rated villain Ground Zero. 

Fear flooded the woman’s system. Her arms felt heavy and impossible; appendages made of cement. The scattered populace within her section recognized the danger and began to clamber towards exits. Human cattle that trampled one other to escape. Death by stomping didn’t seem as horrific as Ground Zero. He wasn’t a man, but a quirk wielding monster. His explosions could level cities -- have leveled cities. The villain was unstoppable; his only rival, the number one pro hero Deku, even struggled against him. Victory was bloody and never guaranteed. 

‘But Deku isn’t here.’ The woman’s stomach ached at the thought, goosebumps blossomed under her flesh. Instinct mandated she should run -- she was trapped here. Like dying prey. At least the other people in her carriage possessed some sort of quirk; mutant based abilities were most common among her generation, but she was quirkless. A freak in her own right, the trait she shared with the unwanted lover. 

Another boom echoed, he was closer now, the sound harsh and overwhelming. A dull throb spread through the woman’s ears, ‘How is he not fucking deaf?!’ The proximity allowed adrenaline to finally engulf her. Heavy limbs moved as she clambered to her fellow passengers. A handful of people remained now, far less than before. They pushed against each other, against her, as desperate bodies tried to squeeze into an exit. 

Unable to contain her voice, the woman shouted, “We -- we can’t fucking trample like this!” ‘Please, please, please fucking move,’ she pleaded; her mind tainted with dread. A primal fear that rotted in her chest. The salary woman's lungs burned for oxygen. She was going to be strangled of air and die like a rat trapped in a cage. 

Anguished fists pounded against the man before her. His back was too broad and muscled to squeeze past, a hulking goliath she would die under. 

“Move you fucking asshole!” 

A final thunderous blast erupted to the woman’s right, her ears rang from the closeness. She could smell him now; caramel and smoke. The smell was putrid and caused her nose to scrunch in disgust. The smell of death.

There was an ample hole -- almost perfectly circular -- to her right. Smoke and sunlight mixed together, forming a sheen of orange tinted darkness. The woman heaved at the sight, ‘Too close. He’s too fucking close!’ Silence resided in the train now, the few occupants robbed of speech. Their tongues tied by the arrival of S-rated villain Ground Zero. 

She avoided looking at him as trembling hands palmed through her pockets. ‘I can’t make it out like this. He’s too close. I -- at least, I can delay him.’ The realization stung. A loud stomp punctuated his arrival within the compartment. The sound hardened her resolve; fingers now laced around a shitty keychain pepper spray. It was cheap and never meant for real protection. A simple reminder of safety. 

The woman pivoted to face the villain, determined to stand her ground. 

“Hey! Hey, asshole!” She sounded unafraid, a stark contrast to the white knuckles that gripped the pepper spray. The trembling was instinctual now. 

Violent, maroon eyes scanned her; the phantom of a smile on his face. His eyes held bloodlust, like a lion’s during the hunt. 

Swiftly, the woman produced the keychain and released a thick spray aimed at the villain.