#he is fascinating in a under the microscope way but other then that he just kinda exists to nust be

[puppppppppy]

Ouhhhh friendship I love friendship……..

[radical-dadical-rafael]

thinks so much abt Tim Stoker and the lonely

[muletia]

I know you mentioned on your OP+Megs+Ratchet ask adding in one or both of the scouts, but I can't help but imagine the sheer unparalleled comedy(ish) of the Autobots watching their entire high command (aka OP, Ratchet and Ultra Magnus, of all mecha) go gaga over some poor human. I think the other Autobots would be taking the human out for a spin if only so they can get a breather from everything. (I think Wheeljack would do it more/most often specifically because he knows it'll piss Ultra Magnus off.)

I also have the idea of Ultra Magnus almost being a stop gap for the other two's behavior for one reason or another (at least until he finds out that Megs is gunning for the human too).

Your ideas are excellent either way though👌

this is the post anon is referring to

never been a huge magnus fan in the show but I adore this concept!

To be honest, obsessed!Ultra Magnus would be the most exhausting to be around — and above all, the most tedious — of the entire Autobot Trinity, due to his pedantry and ironclad adherence to rules that weigh heavily on you as well. He’s intense, always keeping a vigilant optic on you, monitoring your every move to ensure you don’t accidentally hurt yourself. After all, the native life forms of this planet are especially fragile and must be protected 24/7, right? So, Ultra Magnus approaches Optimus for permission to take you under his care. To protect you from the Decepticons, of course. It’s not because his little fascination with you is slowly evolving into something deeper — a bond compelling him to stay close to you.

And Optimus agrees because he trusts Magnus and knows you’re in good hands, as he constantly worries about you himself.

The problem is that Magnus’s company is suffocating. Want to leave the base to get some fresh air, have a smoke, or just take a moment for yourself? The SIC of the Autobots is always a step behind, firmly reminding you that you can’t leave the hangar without Optimus’s permission. Don’t make him resort to bringing you back by force.

You can’t even hide in the base, find a quiet corner, and do your own thing, because one of them is always watching. Most often, it’s Ultra Magnus, who immediately gives you a lecture about staying within their line of sight—so you don’t accidentally get stepped on. It’s just an excuse, of course; Magnus simply has a stick so far up his aft that he can’t just admit he loves your company and feels strangely anxious and lost when you’re not around.

His microscopic knowledge of humans will also cause you countless headaches. All it takes is a sneeze, and Ultra Magnus is already dragging you to Ratchet, convinced you’re dying. And Ratchet takes your health matters very seriously, so you end up spending several minutes in the medbay, undergoing a thorough checkup. All the while, you are subjected to the medic’s grumbling about taking better care of yourself, under the intense gaze of the SIC of the Autobots, who’s tracking your every move and patiently waiting for the verdict.

The worst, however, is when you find yourself with the entire Holy Trinity in the base. None of them will ask you outright, “How was your day?” but everyone is dying to listen. This leads to a scenario where the Autobot elite huddles around you, hearts practically glowing in their optics, as you talk about workplace gossip or your current hobbies. The rest of the world ceases to exist for them. If the team wants their competent high command back, they have no choice but to pry them away from you.

Enter Wheeljack, who will occasionally whisk you away for private flying sessions in his ship, giving you a much-needed break. I think Arcee would take you for a ride a few times as well, unable to bear the sight of her superiors practically drooling over you. The long and detailed scolding they’ll receive from Magnus upon your return is another matter…

The SIC of the Autobots will immediately scoop you up into his servos before you can take another step and carry you straight back to Ratchet and Optimus, who can never get enough of your presence.

[mysterycitrus]

I find the whole topic of Dick’s emotional competence really fascinating because it’s clear that has an understanding of emotions in a way that Bruce has completely suppressed and cannot because he straight up doesn’t talk about emotions but while Dick recognises and understands it -

He never really uses it for ethical reasons ( exceptions like E.G having that call with Tim after he talked the jumper of the roof because if that was Bruce well .. I don’t think it would of helped much )

He mostly uses it for tactical reasons and manipulation.

And despite being able to use it on others and have emotional intelligence with them when it actually comes to him …. Well it goes less well because he holds himself up to this insane standard BECAUSE of Bruce .

Its especially interesting because Dick has wished before that unlike Bruce he could bottle up his emotions and shut it out .

Idk correct me if wrong but it’s nice food for thought!

dick grayson is sooooo normal i want to study his brain under a microscope. yeah id say that’s a pretty fair interpretation of his rich inner world — i do think that like bruce he tends to force himself through emotional trauma by brute force (we see this in the 96 run, for example) — but he’s also really cognisant of other people and specifically how he’s viewed by other people.

there’s this panel out of titans 99 where vic is like “i can’t believe dick lied to me!!” and the other characters say yeah. that’s normal for him. he’s a manipulative person when he wants people to do what he says, yknow? i mean i do think he does it for good a tonne, he just uses shortcuts to cut to where people are hurting. like….. he will explain to u ur emotional intricacies to get u to open up. he’s similar to bruce in the sense that they both care — possibly way too much — but while bruce struggles to express that dick is a lot more outwardly open, but also u never know how much of it is a facade.

it also makes it more impactful when he is profoundly known by others — specifically the fab5 and kory and babs and bruce. he has (imho) some degree of depersonalisation about his identity and his body and his autonomy, so people seeing through the performance and wanting to protect the core is truly. chefs kiss

it’s so interesting!! i cannot emphasise how much more of an interesting character he is when writers actually incorporate his intelligence into his stories. like people will follow him to ends of the earth because despite how bitchy he gets u know he’s going to do the right thing, even if dick himself doesn’t necessarily believe it

im literally rattling on the bars of my cage like

[extinctlesspains]

HEYYY!!!

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING, IM VERY EMBARRASSING TO ASK THIS BUT LIKE…

Is it ok if you make a Yandere Sensei Wolf x Reader?

I don’t know why I just see him as a yandere, but anyways.

I don’t really know what plot but like I have an idea that the read is in another team and Sensei Wolf took an interest with them?

You can decide from there, thank you!

A/n: OH MY GOSH THANK YOUU im so glad u liked the yandere fics and ideas 😭💕

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑥 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖, 𝑜𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟.

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The crowd erupted into cheers as your team landed the final blow, securing yet another victory in the Sekai Taikai qualifiers. You stood at the edge of the mat, clipboard in hand, giving a sharp nod of approval to your students. They’d worked hard for this moment, and every drop of sweat and hour of training had paid off.

As you turned to make notes on the match, a shadow loomed over you.

“That’s quite a team you’ve got there,” a low, gravelly voice remarked.

You glanced over your shoulder, startled to find Sensei Wolf standing much closer than you’d expected. His sharp eyes studied you with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Thanks,” you said, your tone neutral but guarded. “Your team’s not bad either.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though his expression didn’t quite soften. “Not bad, huh? High praise coming from someone as disciplined as you.”

The way he said “disciplined” made you feel like a specimen under a microscope. You shifted your weight, uncomfortable with his scrutiny. “Discipline is what wins tournaments,” you replied curtly, hoping to end the conversation.

“Wins tournaments,” he echoed, as though savoring the words. “Yeah, I can see that. But discipline like yours? That’s rare. You lead like you’ve got something to prove.”

You frowned, not appreciating the comment. “It’s called doing my job,” you replied, turning your attention back to your clipboard.

Wolf didn’t respond immediately. When you glanced up again, he was still watching you, his smirk gone, replaced by something darker. “Well, good luck out there, Sensei,” he finally said before walking away.

But the weight of his gaze lingered, unsettling you more than you cared to admit.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

The next few days passed in a blur of matches and training sessions, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every time you looked around, you’d catch a glimpse of Wolf—always on the periphery, leaning against a wall or sitting in the stands, his eyes fixed on you.

At first, you tried to ignore it. Rival senseis often observed each other, studying techniques and strategies. But this wasn’t just professional interest. It felt personal.

One evening, as you finished packing up after practice, you found him waiting outside the arena.

“You’re here late,” he remarked, his voice casual, though the intensity in his gaze made your skin crawl.

“I could say the same to you,” you replied, gripping your bag tightly.

Wolf chuckled, a low, almost menacing sound. “What can I say? I’m dedicated. And you…” He paused, letting the silence stretch. “You’re fascinating.”

The statement caught you off guard, and you stiffened. “Sensei Wolf, if this is about the tournament—”

“It’s not,” he interrupted, stepping closer. His presence was overwhelming, and you instinctively took a step back. “This is about you. You’ve got something no one else does. Something I can’t stop thinking about.”

Your heart raced, not with flattery but with unease. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I suggest you keep your distance.”

His smirk returned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Careful, Sensei. You don’t want to make an enemy out of me.”

You didn’t reply, brushing past him and walking quickly toward the exit. But his words followed you, a sinister promise that sent a chill down your spine.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

It only got worse from there. Wolf began orchestrating matches to ensure your teams would face each other, his students suddenly employing tactics designed specifically to counter your style. When you confronted him about it, he cornered you in an empty hallway.

“Why are you doing this?” you demanded, your voice sharp.

“Doing what?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Sabotaging the tournament. Fixating on my team. On me.”

His expression darkened, and for a moment, you regretted your boldness. “You think this is about the tournament?” he growled, stepping closer. “This is about you. Don’t you see it? We’re the same, you and I. You belong with me.”

Your stomach twisted, but you held your ground. “You’ve crossed a line, Wolf. Stay away from me and my team.”

His eyes flashed with something dangerous—rage, desire, maybe both. “You don’t get it, do you? I’ve been patient. I’ve tried to let you come to me on your own. But you’re so damn stubborn.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “But I will if it means keeping you safe. Keeping you…mine.”

You yanked your arm free, heart pounding. “You’re insane,” you spat, stepping back.

Wolf’s lips curled into a smile, but there was no humor in it. “Maybe I am. But that doesn’t change the truth. You’ll see it eventually, Sensei. I’ll make sure of it.”

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

The tournament finals were a nightmare. Your team defeated his in a hard-fought match, but instead of conceding gracefully, Wolf snapped.

After the match, he confronted you in a secluded corner of the arena, his composure shattered.

“You think you’ve won?” he snarled, his voice trembling with rage. “This isn’t over. It’ll never be over.”

Before you could respond, he slammed his fist into the wall beside your head, his face inches from yours. His breathing was ragged, his eyes wild. “You can’t keep running from me. I’ll always find you. Always.”

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You need help, Wolf. This obsession isn’t normal.”

“Normal?” he laughed bitterly, his voice breaking. “You think I care about being normal? You’re all I care about. You’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you away.”

It took intervention from tournament officials to pull him away, but the damage was done. As they dragged him out of the arena, his eyes locked onto yours, a final, chilling promise in his gaze.

“This isn’t goodbye, Sensei. You’ll see me again.”

And deep down, you knew he was right.

[stitchwraith-stingers]

I do understand that A) the rest of her connections aren't explored and that these two were ment as a duo along time ago B) I get the appeal of angry kid who lashes out because they have a troubled family, I would know, I like max camp camp and breezepelt warrior cats

However it feels like people can easily seperate dev from hazel then hazel from dev when I'd argue it should be more the other way around given the amount of time we spend with the characters im not saying to not make content with them at all but it's definitely a little eyebrow raising when you spend time thinking about it for 3 minutes

Oh and also people r just making up shit about Peridale left and right, I do kinda understand irep and Peri since they had 3 seasons beforehand where they interacted but suddenly they're so allergic to make up shit about her family and friends to flesh them out more, which is less of a point but something I find funny, like what's stopping you

thank god I haven't seen these takes since August but it's not her job to help him if he just won't accept her help, and also they're both 10?? "Her mom's a therapist she should know better" the same mom who ( unintentionally) gave her the expectation that she's supposed to be mature as possible AND is stated in the pitch bible that she doesn't work with kids which is probably not the best idea in the long run, Hazel atleast in my expirence gets just reduced to his girlfriend or someone who always uplifts him (?? Does that make sense, idk what it's called but basically like 'yeah ur dong great' even when he did something to her that she should be rightfully pissed, it's on the tip of my tongue)

also every single episode if he appears in it then it's just all the discussion, multiverse of Jenkins shows how hazels worry can spiral and she just keeps holding onto it when it isn't a big deal but people just focused on "zomg!!!! Dev funny moment, devzel canon", and a mutual had made a post about hazel playing the drums and someone immediately went "yeah we should talk more about dev playing the saxophone!" When that's literally all I've seen when people talk about treble with rivals, 1500 mins of fame I only see like 3 screenshots of dev when theres the coolest character design I've ever seen in there

"why is the fandom dying" cuz none of u guys r considering the rest of the crazy world building in general that just kinda happened, a 16 year old new yorkian helps with time wishes, a butch lesbian punk furry animatronic is friends w some guy, an electrician dinosaur walks the street... Yknow

(also last I counted 8 episodes where they're focused on, which is a handful but still compared to the 30 something episodes in total that aren't about him is driving me crazy)

FREE MT GIRL HAZEL SHE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE TURNED INTO A CARDBOARD BOX!!!!!!!!!!

don't u just love it when the protag gets basically only used as an extension of another characters angst and is turned into a cardboard cutout in fanon content and thus is never though of outside of that inspire of having 30 episodes focused on her (eye twitch)

Oh my god. Yes. The treatment of hazel in the fandom makes me !!!! Mad to say the least . Like yeah i love dev but HAZEL HAS HER OWN PROBLEMS ANS STRUGGLES THAT ARE JUST SO OVERLOOKED BECAUSE OF DEVS DADDY ISSUES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hazel is barely treated as ...you know......the protagonist of her OWN SHOW WHICH IS WHAT SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will never forgive how the twt fandom treated her when the finale aired. She did NOT have to use her rule free wish on dev come on now!!!!!!!!!! I think the wish she DID end up making is so interesting AND I THINK PEOPLE NEED TO FOCUS ON WINN AND JASMINE BEING HAZELS FRIENDS MORE!!!!!!!!!!! theyre both awesome in their own ways it just SUCKS that so many cool characters get basically....no recognition..........bc people would rather focus on devs problems WHEN HES ONLY HAZELS FRIEND FOR LIKE. IDK 3 EPISODES????????

Tldr TREAT HAZEL LIKE TO PROTAGONIST OF HER OWN SHOW GOD DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!

[magicwhiskers29]

Been dwelling on this for a while now, but aro Kabru is soooooooo interesting to me

Like, he's this guy who's often called a lady killer and whatnot by his friends because of his charms, but his intentions behind those are entirely nonromantic, and he even seems to have a kind of clinical view on romance, at times.

When he smiles at people and winks, he's trying to come across as friendly and approachable, not flirty. Because he's deeply fascinated with people, but in a like, wants to study them under a microscope kind of way. His party jokes a lot about him being a hit with women, but we never see him attempt to actually romance anyone. It's his facade that he wants to use on just about everyone, because he wants to be liked so he can be close to people and be able to immerse himself in other people's lives.

A lot of people criticise him for the casual way he treats Rin, with romantic gestures, whilst his canon stance on her is that he sees her like a sister. To my knowledge, it's unclear if he knows she likes him, but this is Kabru, so it's not unreasonable to assume that he's deduced as much. And yet he kisses her just to stop her casting anyway. It's such a clinical procedure. Kabru sees it as the most efficient and safe way to stop her, so he goes for it. And yeah, they both look like monsters to each other, but he so casually kisses a girl he probably knows has romantic feelings for him who he views as just like a sister.

It's not a big deal to him because he doesn't feel that way about her. Maybe won't feel that way at all. His perspective on romance is consistently like looking through a window, just studying other people's views on it, because it doesn't mean much to him.

When he edits Mithrun's backstory for Laios, he cuts out lots of what he sees as complicated, both out of respect for preserving Mithrun's privacy, but also just to make it simple enough for Laios, who has so little interest in human matters or motivations, to understand. And he centres it on a tragic love story! He thinks that Mithrun's love for a woman, and his jealousy over his brother having her interest instead, is a good, simple core motive. Romance is just a plot device to simplify and explain Mithrun's past motivations. Romance to Kabru is just another facet of people to study, something that makes them do things, and something that paints a broader picture of them.

It's a pretty detached view. He's a very shippable guy for a lot of fans (and for a lot of characters in story too, haha) but he's also someone whose idea of romance is just another thing to be studied. He's guy who does a lot of romantic or flirty things, whilst seemingly having no interest in romance for himself at all!

He doesn't feel romantic attraction, but it fascinates him anyway

[watercoloraru]

Alternative Universe that I'm way too lazy to write so I'm just gonna dump what I have here

The AU is that Krypton was never destroyed and Kal-El and his parent's lived there happily, while Bruce is an astronaut that gets lost in space and accidentally ends up in Krypton, being put under the microscope by a fascinated Kal-El. I was rewatching MAWS S2 and thought about Kryptonian Kal-El and how he's so cute but also the potential. Nothing against Lois. I think she's the best parter for Superman, right next to Bruce, so I thought, what if that was Superbat?

Bruce is an astronaut (no family on Earth becuse reasons, not even Alfred) in a mission trying out the first hyperspeed spaceships, fueled by a mysterious mineral: kryptonite, and is accidentally sucked in by a wormhole, which throws him out 26 light years away from Earth and right into Krypton's space territory. As the son of Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van, of course he's a science nepo-baby on Krypton, and he gets to meet the alien directly. Of course, Kryptonians had made contact with other species, but never one so similar to them. Clark wanted to know everything.

And Bruce was confused but in reality, there wasn't much he could do. He trusted the kryptonians would get him back home, but as the story progresses, he doesn't want to go back. He's found himself in love with Kal-El and wants to stay.

He has to win Kal-El's parents' approval, of course. The only way to do that is by combat with the best warrior around (Kal-El gets the privilege of the warrior instead of just a family member because he's basically royalty on Krypton). Bruce wins not for brute force but by outsmarting his enemy.

After that they date a bit more and get married yipieeeeee

They adopt their kids. They adopt kryptonian Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, and why not? They make Damian in a kryptonian matrix. Hell yeah.

They kids all would have original kryptonian names and Bruce would give them human ones too.

They can have a butler named Alf-Red

And they live happily ever after.

[shashapato]

Nevermore High School AU

For @cerealman ‘s 🤫🤫🤫🤫…secret santa present…😱🤫😬

(Merry Christmas!!!! Hoping this will make your day!!!)

HIGH SCHOOL AU

Lenore is a huge chemistry lover. She and Duke would be neutralising acids and bases at the back of the classroom then betting a ridiculous amount of money that the other won’t drink it. (Pluto has just given up stopping them and just began quietly handing Duke whatever he needs while half-listening to the lecture half-trying to make sure his friends don’t die.)

The misfits (COUGH COUGH Lenore COUGH) have probably set a fire by accident while teasing each other. 🥰 They all got in trouble.

Berenice wants to see blood under the microscope, but uhhhh, no one wants her cutting herself (or someone else).

Eulalie refuses to do dissections. FROGS ARE FRIENDS.

Prospero and Annabel make the BEST notes and Ada is begging for them at the end of class. (Annie gives it, of course.)

Will takes notes for Monty, and when desperate, Ada asks (DEMANDS) for them. (Will says no. 🥰)

No, but Prospero would wash his hands maybe ten times when in the lab, whether it’s touching chemicals or organs or anything. (Germaphobia, yes. 😭)

Montresor is OBSESSED with dissections. He finds it super fascinating and of course, loves feeling mushy organs and blood on his hands. (When Prospero is paired with him, he forces Monty to wash his hands.)

Dodgeball when it’s boys vs girls, Lenore is protecting all the shy unathletic girls from getting hit, becoming a sort of ‘saviour’. All of them fall heads over heels for her. 😔

Berenice and Lenore are the power duo.

Duke and Pluto WISHES they could be half as good bruh.

Eulalie looks like she’s unathletic, but she is FAST.

Annabel insists she shouldn’t play dodgeball because her nails will get in the way. (She tosses a ball at Monty’s head later for being misogynistic about that.)

Ada in PE is WILD. She and Will are the most competitive unathletic goblins ever. While Will uses his thin stature to sneak around opponents, Ada straight up tackles him, using the excuse “Oh, but we’re playing football, aren’t we?” “Not American football, god’s sake!!!”

I’m sorry, but Monty playing football (idc which football) AHHHHHH. He and Will joined the school team together of course. (William Wilson only joined to be in the changing room with Monty.)

Morella is Ada’s personal shield, because Ada has ZERO awareness of her surroundings when she’s focused. Morella has to run and block balls from hitting her.

Annabel in English class writing ramblings about how much she loves Lenore, but plays it off as only ‘fiction’. (I’ve done that once, IT WORKS!!!)

Lenore takes French so she could communicate with Duke in secret. Pluto attempted to, but backed out after a few failed exams.

Pluto now takes Japanese and Eulalie is his tutor. 😔

Monty is the kind to refuse to learn any language other than English, because it’s the ‘superior language’. (He takes German lol, I can see him speaking German...but like he knows only random words and shouts them to feel smart.)

Ada sucks at foreign languages, but thinks she is fluent. She’s the student that yells out answers with the strangest accent. 😭

Ada and Monty are the couple that’s ALWAYS kissing, but they broke up like ten times then got back together so everyone’s just confused.

Annabel and Lenore pass notes in class and when asked to read it out, Lenore EATS THE PAPER.

Poor Will tries to make friends and always fail.

Duke and Pluto are the gayest ‘straight guys’. (People assume they’re straight, but… 👀)

Eulalie is the weird kid that when you get to know becomes your best friend.

Merry and Mourn are kind of the weird teachers. 😭 They give you detention for no reason and can be strict.

Anygays, thank you! :DDD This has been fun!!!

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 7 - Non Con

Kink: Non Consensual

Pairing: GN!Reader x M!Drider

Other Kinks: Bondage, Suspension, Degradation, Kidnapping

Warnings: Non Consensual

Word Count: 1601 words

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“Humans are so fascinating.” Belimar hums, watching the way just the touch of his fingers makes you flinch, makes small bumps spread across your inner thighs. “You’re so sensitive in this area, yet you have no formal barrier to protect yourself. Unless you count the fur, which…” Belimar presses the pad of his thumb on the dildo, pushing it even deeper inside of you. You yelp, muffled behind your spider-web gag, “...I do not.”

Belimar keeps his thumb in place, wiggling the dildo so it presses against your insides, sends sparks up your spine and into your stomach. You can feel your hole clench, tight enough to expel the toy, but Belimar’s pestering thumb keeps it in place. He hums again, no doubt fascinated by the way your body responds to the smallest of movements. 

The clicking of his legs on the rocky cave floor accompanied by the soft sensation of breathing on your crotch tells you he’s moved even closer, his four eyes dilating as they observe you like a bacteria under a microscope. Your ears and touch are the only thing keeping you grounded, your webbed blindfold robbing you of sight and only making your kidnappers' machinations all the more intense. If only you had the free hands to rip off this stupid webbing, you could just crane your head down and look at the monster, at least glare as he prods and plays with your most intimate parts. Instead you're stuck with your arms in the air, legs spread wide and crotch bare to the world as his web holds you in a full nelson position. Even with the rest of your hiking clothes still intact, only your bottoms ripped open to get at your intimates, you feel more vulnerable than ever.

“Hmmm.” Belimar pulls the dildo halfway out, making a sickly squishy noise as lube and spit drip down the sides. For a second you wonder if he’s had his fun, if he’s satisfied his sickening curiosity, and now he’s going to eat you. But that would be too merciful, Belimar instead shoving the dildo back in with one sharp movement, your whole body jerking as you scream.

“Mmph!”

“Two orgasms and yet still so reactive. I knew humans were pleasure junkies, but still.”

Shame burns at the back of your throat, thinking back to the climaxes ripped out of you. Not only was the monster unfairly talented with his mouth, he had a collection of sex toys that put most shops to shame. He had spread you open on his fingers, than his tongue, than some ribbed and bumped thing that felt like it was steam-powered to fuck into your hole. You know you shouldn’t, he was the devil that had kidnapped you and forced his own pleasure on you, but your unconscious still wonders if you could have fought harder. Forced your mind to a different place as the mad man explored your insides.

It is with shaking relief when Belimar finally pulls the dildo out, emptiness an almost forgotten feeling at this point. Your head falls to your chest, nostrils flaring as you catch your breath. The fear of what comes next is forgotten, your mind taking the small wins it can get in this horrible situation.

“Either way, I think you're ready for me now.” A hand with far too long fingers pats your thigh like you’re a prized pony. Fear doesn’t even have the chance to settle before your whole body succumbs to gravity, stomach turning as a couple of well placed snaps to your webbed chains drop you into the surprisingly muscle arms of your captor. Your wrists still are bound together, same with your covered mouth, but your blindfold is peeled off your face, leaving a sticky residue across your cheeks and brow.

Your eyes don’t take long to readjust, the cave just as dark and damp as you remember when you first stumbled upon it. Four purple irises encased with black sclera look at you fondly. That spindly hand rubs down the side of your cheek, much more loving than methodical.

“I’ve heard that humans prefer eye contact when they mate. Is that true?”

Belimar tilts his head, disgustingly innocent and curious. White locks curtain the sides of his face, silky soft and long enough that the ends brush against your chest. It’s the same handsome face that lured you farther into his web, feigning pain and in need of help. Devious yet angelic.

You don’t know why you nod your head, the fear and adrenaline of finally being able to see your tormentor is probably too much for rational thought. It brings a small, content smile to Belimar’s face, and the smile lines around his lower set of eyes are made apparent.

“That’s good. I was hoping my sources were correct.”

The human pair of arms around your waist hoists you up like they would an infant, and it isn’t until something tapered and far too thick pokes at your entrance do you understand what's happening.

You had readied yourself for the worst; To be eaten after the hour and a half of torture you had been subjected too. For all you know that could still be on the table, but the very current fear of being split open on his monster’s cock took priority.

Your body trembles as you furiously shake your head, eyes bloodshot as they look for a manner to escape, futile as it is. Belimar tuts his lips.

“Uh-uh, human, there’s nothing to worry about. I prepared you thoroughly. Just as I ought too.” One hand pats your lower back, that serene smile still on his face. The cool, slimy head of his cock presses harder against your hole. He’s unfortunately right, the muscles of your lower half readily accepting the intrusion despite your trembling. It’s a common feeling by now. “See, nice and e-easy.” 

A breath smelling of moss and musk brushes across your face as Beliamr sinks deeper and deeper. For once you're thankful that your mouth is covered, not forced to inhale the taste of this monster.

There’s another spasm up your spine as Beliamr seats himself inside you, ribbed nodes pressing into your insides just as his head reaches that sensitive spot deep within. You let out a gasping breath, an unfortunately familiar fire being stoked in your stomach.

“Good, good mate.” Beliam hums, pressing a wet kiss on your bound mouth. He pats your thigh again, now hitched over his spider-like abdomen. “Now, take what your master gives you.”

The first thrust is mercifully slow, but the bumps on his shaft make each pull of his cock quiver-inducing, small shocks to each individual nerve inside you. The momentary burst when he sheaths himself again, head pressed right to the end of you, has your eyes going cross. Belimar keeps his four eyes keen on you, covetous as they devour each expression you make.

“It is quite big isn’t it?” Belimar smirks as he gives another deep but slow thrust, watching tears bubble at the corner of your eyes. “Must feel so good.” Beliamr punctuates each word with a hump, keeping his faster pace as he bounces you on him. The hard edges of his spider abdomen bruise your lower half, only adding to the cacophony of senses currently battering your body. 

The muscles in Belimars arms flex as he begins fucking even harder, composed facade cracking as his breath gets heavier, eyes leaving your ace to watch his cock go in and out, in and out. Your stomach tightens as that rubber band gets pulled taut, the sputtering remains of your brain surprised you're even able to still orgasm after all he’s put you through. But your nerves are still awake enough to send the pleasure signals to your brain, conflicting with the self hatred about how good this feels. Each hump now has stars shooting behind your eyes, a buzzing numbness spreading all the way down to your toes as the stimulation becomes too much for you to handle. You hate the way his firm biceps add to the appeal, how his sculpted chest has your mind going fuzzy. Damnit, this evil bastard is hot, and it shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.

“Gonna-” Your voice muffles into the web, not to anyone but yourself, wondering if by saying out loud it won’t actually happen. That you won’t cum a third time, especially not on his dick, especially not as he looks you in the eyes with a smug smile.

“Cum for me, mate. Come loose upon your master’s cock. I know you want it.”

In a sad way, you do.

“Aanngh! MMhp!” Your back arches as you cum, your whole body pulled taut as this third orgasm feels ten times as intense as the first two. Your brain has become soup, everything just feels so good.”

“Yes! Yes!” Belimar kisses your bound mouth again as  something hot and slimy shoots deep inside you, spurting out the sides of your weeping hole. The arms around your move to palm at your ass, now holding you close to his body using the strength of his forearms, keeping his cock fully sheathed. He continues to pepper kisses on your webbed mouth, giddy. “So good for me. My sweet little human mate, I knew you could do it. I knew I chose right.”

You don’t know when you fall unconscious, just that sweet departure from your senses is blissful. That the fading feeling of Belimar’s lips on you, his cock twitching, are the very last things you remember.

[polarspaz]

Rebooting/tweaking the Shattered AU!

So the Joker kidnap's Tim and tries to twist the young man into a reflection of himself. For half month Tim endures constant torture while being jacked up on Joker Toxin. It's unlike anything Tim has experienced, he's in agony and wants it to stop, but at the same time, he would rather die than let the Joker know anything.

And thus JJ is born. JJ can handle pain, in fact he finds it absolutely hilarious! He plays along with Joker, takes on his mannerisms and lethality, but in reality, JJ HATES the Joker. With every single, tiny, microscopic, fiber of his being.

So when the Joker finally presents JJ to a horrified Batfamily, he is completely unprepared for JJ’s frenzied lunge for him instead. Laughing manically, JJ manages to tear out one of Joker's eyes and stab him several times in the chest, before Dick and Jason can pull him off. Batman manages to stabilize Joker, saving his life, but JJ is not happy.

"I'm already broken Batsy!" JJ screams as he jerks against his brothers' hold on him against the ground. "Just let me KILL HIM! LET.ME.KILL.HIM!"

JJ/Tim know they are fucked up for life. There is no going back from this, so they feel they are expendable. Batman can never go against his code and JJ/Tim accept this, so to keep Bruce's hands clean, JJ will will dirty his hands instead.

So after this, every time Joker escapes Arkham, Tim has to be literally locked away. If they don't, JJ will escape and try to kill the Joker. Kon comes in with a solution and offers to take Tim with him to the Kent farm until the affair is over. With both the distances and Kon's TK, he's able to help Tim keep JJ under control. ((It also helps that Tim adores Kon and would never hurt him, thus JJ would never hurt Kon.))

Tim is in control most of the time, but JJ tends to come out when things get too intense, or life threatening. JJ is a big part of Tim's survival instinct, without him, Tim would just give up and die. So when Tim is faced with extreme pain, JJ will take over and end the situation as quickly as possible.

JJ likes Batman and the rest of the Batfamily but he also loves creeping them out. He’s a bit vindicated and brutally honest, but he will also do ANYTHING to save his family and friends, although it will be violent and horrifying.

((Tim takes on the new hero persona of Shrike. More experienced villans like, Two-Face and Penguin, handle Tim more cautiously now. They know how dangerous and unpredictable Joker can be, so pissing off a mini version of him is not good idea.))

((Two-face actually develops a fascination with Shrike, seeing how the other is also suffering from split personality disorder, but unlike him, Shrike seems to be in balance. Meanwhile Ra's Al Ghoul is planning for a way to twist Tim/JJ even, smooth the edges so to speak, take the insanity out, but keep the deadly edge in.))

[lovely-showtimes]

Hi erm, can you do when a reader is blunt as hell and rude too, casual smug attitude but deep down they are kind and nice? Project sekai boys btw separately

blunt . . . ♡

characters - akito, toya, tsukasa, rui.

type - hcs.

a/n - i planned on working on this yesterday, and then i experienced an Unforeseen Event and now it's today. enjoy <3

At first, you two will definitely butt heads

Your similar personalities don't... mesh well, shall we say

It's not uncommon to see the two of you arguing over something pretty small either

But something's that's true for both of you is that you're total softies at heart

Even if you (lightly) mock Akito for his fear of dogs, you're still quick to take his hand and lead him away if you see one approaching

And if one of Akito's jabs at you cuts a little too deep, he quickly drops it and apologises

The two of you can definitely be tough on each other, but at the end of the day, you do really care about each other.

"...You know, you remind me of someone that I know." "Eh? Really?! Who?!" "Actually, never mind..."

Toya is very indifferent to your general rudeness and smugness

You being blunt is just how you are and he's fully accepted it

Plus, it's pretty hard to be rude to him in general, considering that he usually takes things you say literally

He's also not at all surprised whenever you start being kind to him

Maybe, Toya just knew you weren't the rude, smug person you portrayed yourself as

He understands you, in a way. I think he took one look at you and he instantly knew what kind of person you were

(Bonus points if your first meeting was you doing something sweet for someone and then immediately getting embarrassed that Toya saw it.)

Like Akito, the two of you will definitely argue, except this time it's over even more inconsequential things

You've discovered it's very easy to rile him up, and you take advantage of it to mess with him

"Oh no, Tsukasa, watch out! There's a spider on your shoulder!" "THERE'S A WHAT?! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF-! Wait, you're laughing!! You're lying, aren't you?!?!"

(You weren't actually lying, his reactions are just too funny. But he knocked it off while he was panicking, so you decide not to correct him.)

He just doesn't understand you. He thinks you're strange, which is a lot coming from him

His confusion only grows whenever you do something kind for him

Which is then immediately replaced by him getting emotional over you being kind to him

...Which involves a surprising amount of tears, you've come to realise.

Rui just thinks you're really funny

Neither of you are sure why he's so fascinated by you, but you've both accepted it

Any attempts to rile him up usually just get turned back on you somehow, so you've just given up trying to mess with him

He's usually never fazed by any rude jabs you make at him either

In a way, you both want to study each other under a microscope

Any genuine acts of kindness from you will actually shock Rui, though

He didn't expect you to be so sweet to him, after all. But he really appreciates it <3

...He might tease you about it later, though. All in good fun, of course.

[tinkerleaf]

Ok, may I ask for a yandere chuuya x pm!moon (info on her is on my blog)

Yandere!Chuuya Nakahara x PM!Reader

Thank you for your request! For this one, I will leave the name blank so it remains as an x reader fic. I wasn't sure what exactly I should write for this one, so I hope it's okay! I kinda hate how it turned out.

Synopsis: Chuuya keeps an eye on you :)

Warnings: Yandere themes, possible cringe (first fanfic teehee)

Word Count: 729

Chuuya was not used to feeling this way about another person. As a mafia executive, he had taught himself not to harbor feelings for anyone due to the nature of his career. But he just couldn’t help it. He was your superior, and he knew better than to pursue you, but that didn’t stop him. After being on missions with him and proving your worth, he became fascinated with you and your ability.

Dazai was able to pick up on his feelings for you rather quickly, despite Chuuya trying his best not to show it. “I never thought I’d see you get soft for one of your subordinates.” He mocked.

That was the first time he realized that his infatuation wasn’t just a little crush. Dazai was right. Every time you entered a room, his eyes lit up.

He could feel his face flush, and honestly, it made him sick. To think that someone was able to break through his exterior and find a way into his heart. It was incomprehensible to him. Not just anyone could do that. Only you could do that. There was something unique about you that he had to have. He needed you, and he hated it. He hated you, but oh, how he loved you. He hated how you had so much power over his emotions, but he loved the thrill of it all.

One night, you caught him following you. At first, you were a little frightened by the dark figure looming in the alley. However, once you realized it was only Chuuya, your worries melted away.

“Chuuya?”

His heart practically stopped when he heard you call for him. “Yeah, it’s me. Just wanted to make sure you got home alright.”

“Do you do that…every night?”

“Of course not.” Yes, he did. He watched you every single night on your walk home. He couldn’t just let someone find you and take you away. He had to know exactly where you were at all times, just to be safe.

He had placed a microscopic tracker on the back of your watch when you took it off to shower. You didn’t realize it was there, but it gave him full access to your location.

“How was Tokyo?” He asked you when you came back from a trip to visit family.

“Oh, the weather was-” You paused. You never told him anything about leaving town for the weekend. “How did you know that?”

“Hm?” He messed up. “Sweetheart, I’m your superior. If I wasn’t aware of your whereabouts, what kind of a boss would I be?” He tried to save himself with a rather terrible cover. You weren’t entirely convinced, but let it go for the time being.

After a few weeks, you noticed something dimly flash from your watch. Under further investigation, you found the tracker. After some time of panicking over who could possibly be stalking you, you froze. It all began to make sense.

The next morning, you threw the watch on his desk in front of him. “Are you serious?”

Feigning confusion, he asked what you were so angry about.

“Don’t even pretend! You put a tracker on me!”

He picked up the watch and examined it. The wires from the locator were popped out, which explained why your signal wasn’t picking up on his phone. “I do this for all of my subordinates.”

“No, you don’t!” You fought back. “I asked every other person on the team, and they didn’t have a CLUE what I was talking about! Tell me what’s going on!”

He stared back at you for a few moments before answering you. “It’s simple, actually. You belong to me.”

“Belong to you?” You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth.

He sighed. “I’ll admit it. I placed the tracker in your watch. How else am I supposed to keep an eye on you?”

You were dumbfounded. “Why? None of this makes any sense!” You went to leave the room, but the door was locked.

“If you think I’d let you go that easily, you’d be mistaken.”

From that day forward, you never left his sight. He made sure you were always near him, no matter the circumstance. You should have seen the signs before all of this had unfolded. His bright eyes locked onto you, and you realized you would never be able to get away from him.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

You could totally ignore this, I’d completely understand, it’s not really what you typically write from what I can tell. This would preferably be a full HC thing, but I wouldn’t mind it being either mini or full.

But like, imagine, the MC is an absolute science nerd. Biology to be specific. Kinda fits into the mad scientist archetype or whatever with their personality too. Not an evil mad scientist, certainly not as extreme as Valdemar, just an odd little guy who really likes biology. And maybe them and Valdemar are chill with each other. Since both of them are absolute nerds.

Anyway, I think you’re blog is really cool. I love the way you write the Main 6.

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 with a biology nerd

Julian: birds of a feather. thanks to his medical experience, he's actually able to keep up with what you're saying most of the time and is so excited to have someone to trade theories of the body with!

Asra: intrigued by the weird and slightly horrific side of it. and how generally whimsical things look under a microscope, if they bring you a dragon scale would you help them look at it underneath one?

Nadia: she finds intelligence in general to be pretty attractive - especially when you're talking about something she isn't an expert in, for once. be prepared for biology infodumps to turn into makeouts

Muriel: as long as you're being respectful of the life you're studying, you have this big man's heart. if you tell him the weird and wonderful facts of the plants you pass on walks he'll fall in love all over again

Portia: cannot understand a word of what you're saying and doesn't care, because she likes seeing you smile when you feel supported. just ... no experiments in her kitchen, okay? she doesn't need to know

Lucio: he doesn't really get what it's like to have a thirst for academic knowledge, but your studies seems pretty harmless. until you do a dissection in front of him, and then he's morbidly fascinated

[tenebraevesper]

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 3)

Welcome back to Part 3 of my character analysis, now focusing not only on Shadow, but also on Sonic! This part will be only covering the second half of Episode 09: Avoid the Void, as there is a lot to talk about. I had also realized that I probably could've just breezed through the episode, but instead, I had the urge to put these two hedgehogs under a microscope because they are so fascinating to talk about.

Let's dive in!

After realizing just how bad the consequences of his actions were and how Ghost Hill came to be, Sonic wonders how he should fix things. Shadow just sighs and tells Sonic to follow him, leading him back to the cave where the Paradox Prism was.

The first thing to note here is Sonic's body language as they arrive at the cave. At first, he seems to be ready to confront whatever is awaiting him, only for his expression to fall and he seems to be a bit lost in his thoughts, clearly reluctant to enter the cave. He understands what he had done and he is not ready to confront his past actions... at least, not until Shadow calls his name.

''Sonic!''

Shadow doesn't sound angry in this scene. It is more as if he's just trying to draw Sonic's attention to get him to move. I'm certain that Sonic would've stood in front of the cave for ages before even going inside, probably trying to come up with some excuse not to have to do this.

We see Sonic being quite unsure of this, holding his arm in comfort as he approaches the cave slowly, with Shadow patiently waiting for him. He clearly doesn't want to be here, especially since he doesn't know what to expect.

As Sonic walks into the cave, we also see Shadow briefly glancing at Sonic's shoes, which are reacting to the remaining Shard of the Paradox Prism, which is just more foreshadowing for what is about to happen.

Shadow then turns his gaze back to Sonic, who stares in grief at the lone Paradox Prism Shard within the cave, joining him a moment later. I think there is something quite telling about this scene. Shadow actually gives Sonic a moment to process everything, leaving him to contemplate in silence. There are no comments, no fighting, nothing... just silence. I do have a bit more to say about this moment, but I will leave those thoughts for a scene in Episode 17: Grim Tidings.

''I would do anything to be back...'' ''Home.'' *pauses* ''There is a chance.''

After Sonic has a flashback to the moment he shattered the Paradox Prism, he wishes for nothing more but to be back... home, as Shadow finishes for him. I do love that Shadow is the one who says ''Home'' here, showing not only that he understands Sonic's grief, but again, he acknowledges Green Hill as his own home as well. He then slightly lowers his gaze, having a contemplative look, before telling Sonic that there is a chance.

One thing I love about Shadow here is how he actually gives Sonic hope that there is a way to fix things. He doesn't just confront him with the harsh reality, but is also very patient with him, giving him time to process things, before explaining that there is indeed a way to fix things.

The two then dash to the Ghost Paradox Prism, with Shadow explaining how every Shattespace contains a Shard, creating a distorted version of their reality, meaning that the Shard in Ghost Hill is the real one.

''Exactly.'' *Sonic slowly reaches for the Shard* ''Don't!'' ''I wasn't going to touch it! I was just pointing at it to tell you not to touch it!''

Honestly, this little exchange had me chuckling. Once again, Shadow knows Sonic too well, just closing his eyes and moving on, not even caring about Sonic's lame excuse.

Instead, he reveals his plan to Sonic, pointing out how the Ghost Paradox Prism shows them how the other Shards need to be placed and that bringing them together would fix their reality, with Sonic interrupting him, agreeing that this plan would work.

Note Shadow's expression here as Sonic starts speaking. He is frowning and gritting his teeth. I may have had said that Shadow was probably on the fence on whether to let Sonic help him, but I think that in this moment, especially when Sonic starts talking about Nine, he has made the decision to find the Shards on his own.

''No!'' ''No?'' ''No!'' ''Why 'No'? I just said he's like super smart.'' ''He can't be trusted.'' ''What are you talking about? Of course he can! He's just like Tails! He's just a little... angsty, that's all.'' ''No, he's not Tails. He's Nine, and they're not your real friends!'' ''Dude, he's real! This is his reality! And you know what else is real? Nine's tech on my kicks and punching sticks. So back up off Nine!'' *growls*

Honestly, there is a lot to say about this dialogue. First of all, while Sonic defending Nine is very admirable, Shadow isn't wrong in saying that Nine is not Tails, nor that he is real. From a logical standpoint, Nine really is not Tails, but his own person. He is Nine, and he was created as a Shatterspace Variation of Tails' personality, the part of him that seeks emotional validation. Shadow understands that, but Sonic does have a point that Nine is indeed real, although Nine would be real in the sense that his existence is tied to the New Yoke Shatterverse.

Also, note how Shadow doesn't continue the argument, just growling in frustration when he sees that Sonic has his mind set on Nine being just like his Tails. The conversation then continues.

*sighs* ''Okay, look, what matters now is that I get the Shards. I'll bring them back here, and then we-'' ''That's not the plan.'' ''Dude, not the plan? I'm totally confused. I thought a moment ago you said-'' ''Sonic, you literally broke our world. Why would I trust you to do anything?'' ''Okay, I can see how you might think that-'' *gets knocked back by Shadow, hitting a wall* ''Ugh.'' ''Your turn is over. I'm taking the tech and I'm going after the Shards myself.'' ''No way Shadow! I know what you're capable of and that's not gonna happen! Nine and all the rest of them are real! So the only way you're taking my tech is over my dead-'' *gets attacked by Shadow into a wall, groans in pain* ''You could've at let me finish what I was going to say!''

Now, there is a lot to unpack here, especially when it comes to Shadow. He now believes that Sonic cannot be trusted with gathering the Shards, making it his personal mission to do it himself. I don't think his lack of trust in Sonic's abilities is just because of Sonic shattering the Paradox Prism, but also because of Sonic's trust in Nine, a person Shadow is clearly paranoid about.

Sonic protests, and his words ''I know what you're capable of'' hold a lot of weight when you know Shadow's backstory. Sonic is not just saying that he knows that Shadow would beat up anyone who stands in his way, but pointing reminding both himself and the audience that, if Shadow is motivated enough, he's capable of destroying the world.

He then gets interrupted by Shadow, who doesn't even talk back. This is another aspect of Shadow's character, as once he is done with all the explanations, he is all business and once he is focused on a mission, he has no time for small talk. If Sonic wants to stop him, he will have to fight.

What follows next is one of the best fights of Sonic Prime, and you can't change my mind about that. I will highlight some moments of the fight, because you can actually see that there is some strategy behind it.

''That's one! Three to go.'' *puts tech on his hand* ''Want it back? Come and get it!''

When Shadow gets punched by Sonic, he actually manages to bite the tech off his hand, which is actually genius. Not only that, but he actually is the one to start goading Sonic into fighting him. During their last fight, Shadow was mostly silent, trying to stop Sonic, but now? Now he's going all out.

As a matter of fact, you can actually see him smile several times during the fight as he baits Sonic into attacking him and dodges his moves. It is very brief, but it shows another side of Shadow - he enjoys fighting Sonic, and from what we have seen earlier in the show, Sonic also enjoys fighting Shadow.

There is a reason why Sonic has called him his biggest rival, several reasons in fact. Shadow is the only one who can keep up with Sonic, both in speed and fighting skills, and both enjoy fighting each other (whether the fate of the world is at stake or not). In short, he and Sonic aren't that different, and I will explain that in a moment, but let's just enjoy these two beating each other up.

If you know Shadow, you will know that this pose is a reference.

Drowning selfie!

Anyways, to recap what happened until now, Sonic chases Shadow to the beach, where Shadow manages to get two more pieces of his tech, before throwing him into the water (Sonic's weakness, as he cannot swim) and then grabbing the fourth piece of the tech. As Shadow swims away, Sonic manages to grab the tech on Shadow's shoes, something Shadow doesn't notice.

He is about to walk away, when Sonic shows off the tech he snagged away, much to Shadow's shock. *chuckles* Dude, you're really underestimating your rival!

Honestly, I just love how expressive Shadow gets during the fight. He is always seen with a scowl, but now we see a wider range of expressions and emotions from him, and it is glorious.

The fight continues, and we even get a scene of Shadow using Sonic as a surfing board (Sonic Riders reference?), and it is just fun following these two in their high-speed chase. Shadow eventually manages to get back the tech pieces from Sonic, putting the last one on with quite a lot of flair (I wish I could post the screenshots of that, but again, Tumblr has a limit of how many images you can put in one post).

*breathes heavily* ''One left... Come at me, bro!'' ''Nah, I'm good.'' *shows off stolen tech* ''Huh?! No!'' ''So long, Sonic! See you back home.''

I absolutely love this scene! Shadow doesn't just leave, but stays for a moment to rub it into Sonic's face that he won. It is so hilarious, but also so in character! Shadow can have fun when he wants to, although this usually involves Sonic in some form *hears the Sonadow fans screaming in glee* *stares at the rest of the audience* What, I am right, aren't I? Did you see him act like this around anyone else (in Sonic Prime, I'm not talking about the games)?

This is then followed by a chase between Sonic and Shadow, with Sonic having a hard time to control the Paradox Prism energy without the tech, and Shadow...

Look at that grin! Shadow is a smug bastard and he knows it! We also love him for that!

With Shadow escaping Ghost Hill, Sonic is left behind... until he has a moment where he remembers what Shadow told him previously about his Prism Energy and being able to create portals - proof that Sonic actually did listen to Shadow! Elated, Sonic uses it to escape into The Void, where he tackles Shadow and their fight continues, with both of them having to avoid the crystals falling around.

''Come at me, bro.''

It is repeated in monotone, but I do love that Shadow actually mocks Sonic with his own words. He is more than willing to continue this fight. However, it is cut short when they get to the New Yoke gateway and spot the Chaos Council flying into Boscage Maze with their fleet of ships. Shadow follows them, but unlike Sonic, he still cannot get through the gateways.

Man, that looks painful, and what follows is even worse, because Shadow is sent flying into the black hole below, much to Sonic's horror.

Sonic is horrified, not just because Shadow is about to die, but he also probably has a flashback to what happened in Sonic Adventure 2, when Shadow was left flying towards Earth and Sonic was unable to save him. However, this time, Sonic won't repeat the same mistake.

This time, he manages to save him (and the Sonadow fans go wild!).

''You're not dead. You're welcome! On the bright side, I'll get to hold this over you foreeeever. Oh, and I'll take my tech back.''

Now, it's Sonic's turn to be a smug bastard. Do you now understand why these two aren't too different from each other?

Shadow replies how he doesn't understand, as he thought that the tech would allow him to go through gateways... and then he realizes that it's not the tech - it's Sonic.

''The only way to fix the reality you shattered is if we... work... together.'' ''Together!'' *groans* ''Wow! Coming from you that's, well, not like you at all. Man, you must really hate having to admit that you need me.'' ''You need me!'' ''Sure, I'm big enough to admit that. But, not as much as you need me.''

Honestly, their banter is just as hilarious as it's cute. Shadow genuinely looks like he's in emotional pain when he says that he has to work together with Sonic, and Sonic is not just surprised, but also is very happy to hear that from Shadow. Shadow then points out that Sonic needs him, with Sonic getting the last word in in their banter as he leaps to get to Boscage Maze.

Sonic's grin and Shadow's little nod here say more than a thousand words. To me, it seemed that Sonic was actually seeking a bit of validation from Shadow, something to make it clear that Shadow trusts him now and that they will work closely together from now on, with Shadow nodding in agreement. It is such a small, yet powerful moment, showing us that Shadow has finally come around to rely on Sonic's help. Sure, he had to be knocked out to realize that, but what would Shadow be without his stubborness.

Sonic is now set, having Shadow as a powerful ally and watching over him.

This was an amazing showcasing of Sonic and Shadow's relationship, and my conclusion by the end of it is this:

Sonic and Shadow complement each other.

*hears cries of joy* Calm down Sonadow shippers, I'm done yet with this statement.

If you know the process of creation of Shadow's character, you have probably heard that Shadow was supposed to be a darker reflection of Sonic (his previous name was Terios, which means ''reflection of''). These two are two sides of the same coin, with Sonic representing the more carefree and freedom-seeking side, while Shadow is the more grim and focused side. Both want to protect the world, but often clash due to their differing methods.

However, while they don't work often together, when they do, they work really well together.

You have seen in this very episode that Sonic, even though he had a plan, he was very unfocused and has a hard time listening to people. So, when does he get focused? It is when Shadow knocks some sense into him, confronting him with the harsh reality of their situation, but also giving him some hope that they can fix their reality. Even in previous episodes, we saw that Sonic's friends, be it the Green Hill crew or the Shatterverse Variants, had a hard time to get him to listen, but with Shadow, it's different. He knows how to treat Sonic and what to tell him and it's beautiful to see.

Both Sonic and Shadow were right in their conversation. They need each other, because alone, they won't be able to save the Shatterverse and Ghost Hill. However, they are just in the middle stage of their developing relationship and it'll be an uphill battle for them to finally work together properly.

It is also one of the many reasons people love the Sonadow ship so much. No matter their differences, they are very much alike and it just takes them to open up a little to acknowledge that.

Also, the moment I saw this episode, I made a Sonadow AMV, with the song being Vandalize by One OK Rock, aka the song from Sonic Frontiers (click on the link provided to watch it). Seriously, you can't tell me that that isn't a Sonadow song. Enjoy!

Anyways, I'll see you in Part 4, which will (hopefully) cover the other seven episodes of Part 2 of the Sonic Prime (I refuse to call 8 episodes a Season no matter what Netflix says).

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 2)

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 4)

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T-Tenko?!

FEATURING Shoto Todoroki x Female Reader, Tomura Shigaraki x Female Reader

SUMMARY Shigaraki is insistent on breaking your resolve and as he visits you day in and day out, you can't help but see similarities that haunt you.

CONTENT WARNINGS phycological torture, nightmares, warped memories, trauma, reader and tenko go through some SHIT in this chapter

AUTHORS NOTE I listened to some devastating music on spotify while writing this :D

SERIES MASTERLIST

There was a pattern to it, one I couldn’t ignore no matter how much I tried to tune it out. Days—or maybe weeks—blurred together in the stale darkness of the cell, but this cycle was unrelenting. Predictable. 

The door would groan open with its telltale creak, and Shigaraki would step inside. It was always after the others—Dabi or Toga, sometimes both—had taken Bakugo out. They’d drag him off without a word, though his sharp glares and venomous threats filled the air like a storm waiting to break. He’d come back hours later, battered but unbroken, his fiery gaze locking onto mine with a silent promise: We’ll get out of this. 

But Shigaraki wasn’t interested in Bakugo during those moments. No, Bakugo was their symbol, their prize. I was something else entirely. 

It was the way he moved when he entered the room—calm, deliberate, as if this dimly lit cell was his personal stage and I was the lone member of his audience. He’d saunter in, never rushing, his red eyes gleaming with that unsettling mix of apathy and curiosity. Sometimes he’d lean against the wall, his cracked lips pulling into an amused smirk. Other times he’d crouch in front of me, too close for comfort, his presence suffocating in its intensity. 

“You’re quiet again,” he remarked during one of these visits, his voice lilting as if we were having a casual conversation. “Thinking things through? Or just tired of pretending you believe them?” 

I glared at him, my jaw tightening, but I refused to answer. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

He chuckled lowly, the sound reverberating in the stillness. “Silence. A good tactic. Makes it easier to hear yourself think. That’s when the truth starts to seep in, you know.” 

I shifted against the wall, the cold metal of the cuffs biting into my wrists. “The only truth here is that you’re wasting your time,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. 

Shigaraki’s smirk widened, his fingers twitching near his neck before he clasped them together. “Oh, I don’t think so,” he said smoothly. “See, people like you… you’re the interesting ones. You’ve built your whole life on a lie, and now you’re here, watching it unravel. It’s fascinating.” 

I tried to look away, but his words clung to me, invasive and suffocating. 

“You think they care about you, don’t you?” he continued, his voice softening to something almost kind. “The heroes. Your teachers. Even your classmates. But let’s be honest. You’re just a pawn in their little game. Expendable.” 

“They’re not like that,” I shot back, though my voice wavered under the weight of his words. “You don’t know anything about them.” 

He crouched lower, tilting his head as if studying me under a microscope. “Don’t I?” he murmured, his crimson eyes boring into mine. “Do you think they told you the truth about everything? About what it means to be a hero? How many sacrifices it takes? How many people they leave behind?” 

The air seemed heavier, pressing against my chest as his words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. 

“They don’t leave people behind,” I said, my voice trembling with both anger and desperation. “That’s what villains do.” 

Shigaraki’s expression flickered, something dark and unreadable passing over his face before it settled into an almost pitying smile. “Is that what you think? That they’re better than us? Because I can promise you, they’re not. They just hide it better.” 

I shook my head, clenching my fists against the cold metal restraints. “You’re wrong. They wouldn’t—” 

“They wouldn’t?” he interrupted, his tone rising ever so slightly, though it was laced with mockery rather than anger. “Are you sure? Think back, little hero. Think back to all the times you were overlooked, forgotten, cast aside. Were they there for you then? Or did they only notice when you made yourself useful?” 

His words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Memories I had buried clawed their way to the surface—nights spent alone, times when my struggles went unseen. But those weren’t fair comparisons, were they? I had been a child, invisible to a world too consumed with its own chaos. That wasn’t their fault. 

“I became a hero because I refused to let people feel like I did,” I said, my voice shaking but resolute. “Because people like you make it worse.” 

Shigaraki’s laughter was sharp and cold, echoing through the small room. “And yet, here you are. A hero, chained and powerless. Tell me, does it feel worth it?” 

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to hold his gaze. “It’s always worth it. That’s something you’ll never understand.” 

He leaned back slightly, his smirk returning. “Oh, but I do. I used to believe in heroes too. Once.” His voice dropped to a near whisper, and for a fleeting moment, there was something almost human in his expression. “Until they showed me what they really were.” 

I froze, my breath catching as his words struck a chord. There was a bitterness in his tone, one that felt too real to be a ploy. But before I could respond, he stood abruptly, brushing imaginary dust from his tattered pants. 

“I’m patient,” he said lightly, turning toward the door. “You’ll see it eventually. They always do.” 

The silence after Shigaraki left always lingered too long, like a ghost pressing down on my chest. It was in these moments that my mind became my worst enemy, dredging up memories I had buried long ago. 

Tenko’s laugh. The way his head would tilt slightly when he was curious about something. His quiet, measured words whenever he shared his thoughts with me. Those memories were my sanctuary when I was younger, something warm to cling to on the cold, lonely nights when the world seemed intent on swallowing me whole. 

But here, in the darkness of my cell, they felt different. They weren’t comforting anymore. They were sharper, like jagged glass pressing against my mind. And worse, they started to blur with something else. 

Shigaraki’s voice echoed in my head, not just his words but his tone—soft and teasing one moment, sharp and biting the next. It reminded me of the way Tenko used to speak, his words always carrying a hint of something deeper, something he never quite put into words. 

I tried to shake it off. It was impossible. Tenko was gone. He had died that night, buried beneath the rubble of his home. I had spent hours clawing through the debris, my hands bloodied and raw, searching for him. If he had survived, I would have known. I would have felt it. 

Wouldn’t I? 

I had another dream about Tenko that night. 

We were back at the playground, the one we always went to when we needed to escape. The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of cut grass and summer blooms. The sunlight dappled through the leaves of the tall trees that lined the park, casting playful shadows on the ground. It felt so real, so vivid, as if I had stepped back in time. 

Tenko’s laughter echoed through the air, bright and carefree, pulling my gaze to where he stood by the swings. His hair was as messy as ever, sticking out at odd angles like he’d just rolled out of bed. His eyes sparkled with mischief, brighter than I remembered, and his cheeks were flushed with the excitement of a child who had no concept of tomorrow. 

“Come on!” he called, his voice ringing out like a bell. He kicked at the bark chips with his bare feet, the small bits of wood scattering around him. “You’re so slow!” 

I laughed, the sound bubbling out of me without hesitation, and started to run toward him. The wind whipped against my face, tugging at my hair as my feet pounded against the soft ground. Everything felt so light, so perfect, like the years of pain and loss had never happened. 

For a fleeting moment, it was just us—two kids with scraped knees and wild dreams. The weight I had carried since his death was gone, replaced by the pure, unfiltered joy of being with my best friend again. 

But when I reached him, something changed. 

Tenko wasn’t smiling anymore. His face had gone pale, his eyes dark and hollow, devoid of the warmth that had been there just moments before. He stood still, the bark chips crunching under his feet as he shifted slightly, his gaze locking onto mine. 

“Tenko?” I asked, my voice trembling. 

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out to me, his small hand trembling. There were cuts on his fingers, faint streaks of dried blood that I didn’t remember. 

“Why didn’t you save me?” he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet it struck me like a blow. 

My breath hitched. “I—I tried,” I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. 

But Tenko shook his head slowly, his lips pulling into a small, bitter smile. “You didn’t try hard enough.” 

The playground around us began to shift, the colors fading as the sunlight dimmed. The bark chips turned to ash beneath our feet, and the swings creaked ominously, their chains rusted and broken. Tenko’s figure blurred, his once-vivid form becoming a shadow against the darkness that crept in from all sides. 

“I called for you,” he said, his voice distant and echoing now, as if coming from somewhere far away. “I called your name, but you didn’t come. You left me there.” 

“No!” I cried, reaching for him, but my hands passed through him like smoke. “I didn’t leave you, Tenko! I swear I didn’t!” 

But he was already fading, his figure dissolving into the shadows. His voice lingered, though, haunting and heavy. “You forgot me.” 

I woke up gasping, my chest heaving as I tried to pull air into my lungs. The room was pitch black, save for the faint strip of light creeping under the door. My hands trembled as I clutched the blanket, trying to steady myself, but the ghost of Tenko’s words still clung to me. 

It was just a dream, I told myself, over and over again, trying to force the thought to stick. Just a dream. But the knot in my stomach refused to loosen. 

The image of his hollow eyes, his trembling hand, replayed in my mind like a loop I couldn’t break. And the worst part wasn’t the dream itself. It was the terrible, gnawing fear that he was right. 

The next time Shigaraki came to visit, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him. My eyes followed his every move, tracing the sharp angles of his face, the way his shoulders hunched ever so slightly as he leaned against the doorway. Every detail seemed to demand my attention, pulling me into a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts. 

He noticed, of course. He always noticed. 

“What?” he asked, his voice carrying that familiar note of irritation, though there was a flicker of amusement in his crimson eyes. He cocked his head to the side, his hair falling messily over one eye. “Something on my face?” 

I shook my head quickly, breaking the connection as if his gaze had burned me. “No. Nothing,” I muttered, looking down at my hands as though the sight of my trembling fingers would somehow ground me. 

He hummed, unconvinced, but instead of pressing the issue, he sank into his usual routine, pacing the small room with slow, deliberate steps. “You know,” he began, his tone light but laced with venom, “it’s funny how quiet you’ve been lately. Are you finally realizing how pointless it all is? How hollow your little dreams of heroism really are?” 

His words washed over me like static, distant and muffled. My focus wasn’t on what he was saying but on how he was saying it. The cadence of his voice, the way it dipped and rose with every word—it was familiar. Too familiar. 

I found myself staring again, watching the subtle twitch of his lips when he smirked, the way his fingers fidgeted at his sides, always moving, as though they couldn’t bear to be still. Memories of Tenko flashed in my mind unbidden—his small hands tugging at his sleeves when he was nervous, his quiet determination when he spoke about becoming a hero. 

“Are you even listening?” Shigaraki’s voice cut through my thoughts, sharper now, laced with annoyance. 

I blinked, startled, and realized I had been silent for too long. “What? Yeah, I… I’m listening,” I lied, my voice unsteady. 

He narrowed his eyes, suspicion flickering across his face. “Doesn’t seem like it,” he said, his tone softer now, more curious. He stopped pacing, his gaze locking onto mine. “What’s going on with you?” 

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Nothing,” I said quickly, too quickly. “I just… I didn’t sleep well, that’s all.” 

He didn’t believe me—I could see it in the way his lips curled slightly, not quite a smirk, but close enough. “You’re a terrible liar,” he muttered, almost to himself. 

I looked away, desperate to escape his scrutiny, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. The way he spoke, the way he moved—it was all so achingly familiar. Memories of Tenko overlapped with the reality in front of me, creating a dissonance that made my chest ache. 

It couldn’t be. It couldn’t. 

But the doubt was there, gnawing at me, whispering insidious thoughts that I couldn’t ignore. What if it was him? What if Tenko hadn’t died that night, buried beneath the rubble like I had believed? 

I risked another glance at Shigaraki, my heart pounding in my chest. He had turned away, leaning against the wall with an air of indifference, but my eyes lingered on the curve of his shoulders, the way his hair fell messily over his face. I thought of Tenko’s messy hair, how it would stick up in every direction no matter how much he tried to smooth it down. 

“Stop staring,” he said suddenly, his voice breaking through the silence like a whip. He didn’t turn around, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled into loose fists at his sides. “It’s annoying.” 

“I wasn’t,” I said reflexively, though my voice lacked conviction. 

He let out a low, humorless laugh. “Sure you weren’t.” 

My chest tightened as I watched him, my thoughts spiraling further. What happened to you? The question burned at the back of my throat, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Not yet. Not until I was certain. 

Instead, I sat there, silent and paralyzed, as the realization loomed larger and larger in my mind. 

Shigaraki turned back to me, his crimson eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite place. “You’re acting weird,” he said, his tone flat but probing. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it.” 

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists, trying to suppress the rising tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. 

“It’s nothing,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Shigaraki stared at me for a moment longer, his gaze piercing, before he let out an annoyed huff and turned toward the door. “Whatever. You’re boring today,” he muttered. “I’ll be back when you’re more entertaining.” 

The door creaked shut behind him, and I was left alone once more, my heart pounding and my mind spinning. 

It couldn’t be. It couldn’t. 

But the pieces were falling into place, and no matter how much I tried to deny it, the picture they formed was undeniable. 

The flashbacks became more frequent after that. At first, they came in fleeting moments, like shadows flitting at the edges of my consciousness, too quick to grasp. But then they grew, relentless and vivid, overwhelming my thoughts with memories I wasn’t even sure were real anymore. 

I wasn’t sure if they were true memories or just my mind fabricating something to cling to amidst the chaos, but they were there, pulling me under like a riptide. 

I remembered Tenko’s smile, the one that always looked a little forced, like he was holding something back. It wasn’t a big, carefree grin like other kids’ smiles—it was small, hesitant, like he was testing the waters of happiness and didn’t quite trust it. But when he laughed, it was real, a sound that felt like it belonged in a better world. 

Then there was the way his fingers would twitch when he was nervous, curling and uncurling like they had a mind of their own. His hand would drift to his neck when he was thinking, scratching lightly as if the motion could help him untangle whatever thoughts were plaguing him. 

Shigaraki did that too. 

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut the first time I noticed it. His fingers, always moving, never still, sometimes scratching at his neck in a way that was painfully familiar. It wasn’t just a nervous habit—it was the same. The exact same. 

And then there were the words. 

Shigaraki’s taunts, his bitterness—they weren’t just angry ramblings. They mirrored the things Tenko used to say when he thought no one was listening. I remembered his voice, quiet and raw, as he stared at the ground with that faraway look in his eyes. “The world doesn’t care about people like us,” he had said once, his tone filled with a sadness that made my chest ache. “We’re just… nothing to them.” 

I had argued with him then, insisting he was wrong, that we could make the world care. That we just had to work harder, dream bigger, and things would change. He had smiled that small, hesitant smile of his and nodded, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. 

Shigaraki had said something similar just days ago. “You’re just a cog in their machine. Replaceable. Expendable.” His voice had been laced with venom, but underneath it was something else—something quieter, like a wound that had never healed. 

The pieces were coming together, one by one, slotting into place despite my desperate attempts to stop them. 

His voice. His mannerisms. His words. 

And his eyes. 

Those red eyes, so full of anger and pain, weren’t just Shigaraki’s. They were Tenko’s too. 

My chest tightened, and I forced myself to take shallow breaths as my mind reeled. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. Tenko was gone, lost in the rubble of his home. I had spent hours digging, screaming his name until my voice gave out. If he had survived, I would have found him. I would have. 

Wouldn’t I? 

The doubt crept in, sharp and insidious, whispering questions I didn’t want to answer. 

What if I hadn’t looked hard enough? What if I had missed something, some sign that he was alive? What if I had left him there, alone and scared, and this—this—was the result? 

The pieces were coming together, but the picture they painted was one I didn’t want to see. It loomed over me, dark and unrelenting, a truth I couldn’t unsee no matter how hard I tried. 

Tenko wasn’t gone. 

He was right in front of me, his smile replaced by a twisted smirk, his once-bright eyes clouded with bitterness and pain. 

Tenko Shimura hadn’t died. 

He had become Shigaraki Tomura. 

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, the kind that knocks the air out of your lungs and leaves you gasping, desperate for relief that won’t come. 

It wasn’t one moment or one memory that did it. It was all of them—every detail, every flashback, every agonizing clue—piling on top of each other until they crushed me under their weight. Shigaraki’s voice, his movements, his words—they weren’t just similar to Tenko’s. They were Tenko’s. 

My stomach churned, bile rising in my throat as the truth settled over me, cold and suffocating. Tenko hadn’t died that night. He had survived. And somehow, against all logic, against everything I thought I knew, he had become this. 

Shigaraki wasn’t just some faceless villain, some nameless monster who embodied destruction and chaos. He was Tenko. My Tenko. 

The boy who had once been my entire world. 

I wanted to scream, to deny it, to claw at the walls until the truth disappeared, but it wouldn’t. It was there, staring me in the face, an unrelenting force that I couldn’t escape. 

Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless, as I buried my face in my hands. My chest ached, my heart pounding erratically as if it were trying to beat its way out of me. 

“What happened to you?” I whispered, my voice breaking under the weight of my grief. “What did they do to you, Tenko?” 

The cell offered no answers, only silence. Not even Bakugo who slept in the far corner could provide any solace. The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows that danced mockingly on the walls. My breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as I tried to piece together how this could have happened. 

I had been so sure he was gone, buried beneath the rubble of his home, his laughter silenced forever. I had searched for him, screamed his name until my throat was raw, dug through the debris with bloodied hands until exhaustion claimed me. But I never found him. 

Was it my fault? Had I given up too soon? Missed something vital in my desperation? 

The questions gnawed at me, sharp and unrelenting. But deep down, I knew the truth. This wasn’t just about me. It wasn’t just about Tenko. It was about the world that had failed us both. 

The same world that had pushed me to fight for justice had pushed Tenko into the arms of destruction. The same cruel, indifferent world that had broken me had shattered him into unrecognizable pieces. 

And now, we were on opposite sides of a war neither of us had chosen. 

The Tenko I had loved, the boy who had been my anchor when everything else was chaos, was gone. Or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was still there, buried beneath the hatred and pain that now consumed him. Maybe he was trapped, just like I was, screaming to be heard but drowned out by the noise of his own suffering. 

I pressed my palms against my eyes, willing the tears to stop, but they wouldn’t. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, the words trembling on my lips. “I’m so sorry, Tenko.” 

The silence that followed was deafening, heavier than any scream could ever be. 

I leaned back against the cold, unforgiving wall, my tears slipping down my cheeks in silent acknowledgment of the truth I couldn’t escape. Shigaraki wasn’t just my enemy. 

He was my greatest failure. 

The door creaked open, and I didn’t even lift my head. My body felt heavy, as if the realization itself had sunk claws into me, weighing me down. The truth churned in my chest like a storm, relentless and unforgiving, and every breath I took felt sharp, like I was inhaling shards of glass. 

Shigaraki’s familiar, uneven footsteps echoed across the room, slow and deliberate. Each one seemed to carve deeper into the fragile threads of my composure. He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel his presence—oppressive, suffocating. 

When I didn’t react, he crouched, his crimson eyes narrowing as he tilted his head. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice quiet but sharp, like a knife testing skin. “No biting remarks today? No righteous speeches about heroics?” 

I could hear the faint hint of mockery in his tone, the way he always tried to provoke me, to make me snap. But today, I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength. 

Finally, I forced myself to look up. My face felt raw, streaked with the evidence of hours spent crying. My lips parted, but no words came. How could I say it? How could I even begin? 

He frowned, leaning closer, his eyes searching mine with something that almost resembled curiosity. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, his tone harsher now, like he hated the silence. “If you’ve given up already, that’s boring. Don’t tell me you’re that weak.” 

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat refusing to budge. My voice was barely a whisper when I spoke. “Tenko.” 

Shigaraki froze. His entire body went rigid, his expression flickering with something unrecognizable before settling into a mask of icy fury. 

“What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. 

I lifted my head higher, though my tears welled up again, blurring my vision. “Tenko,” I repeated, louder this time, my voice cracking. “That’s your name, isn’t it? You’re… you’re Tenko Shimura.” 

For a moment, the air seemed to shift. His crimson eyes widened slightly, a flash of something raw breaking through his usual composure before his lips curled into a snarl. 

“Shut up,” he growled, the words dripping with venom. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

But I couldn’t stop. The dam had broken, and the flood of emotion came pouring out, unchecked and unstoppable. 

“It’s you. It’s really you. I didn’t want to believe it, but I know now,” I said, the words tumbling over one another in my desperation. “I remember your voice, the way you talk, the way you tilt your head when you’re curious, how you scratch when you're stressed. It’s all you. You’re Tenko.” My voice cracked, a sob escaping my throat. “What happened to you? What happened to the boy who wanted to be a hero?” 

Shigaraki’s hand twitched toward his neck, his fingers curling and uncurling as his fury boiled over. “Don’t. Say. That name,” he spat, his voice trembling with barely-contained rage. “That name doesn’t mean anything anymore. He’s dead.” 

“No,” I said firmly, shaking my head as tears streamed down my face. “He’s not dead. He’s right here in front of me. But I don’t understand. Tenko—” His name felt strange and familiar on my tongue, like a word I hadn’t spoken in years but could never forget. “You wanted to save people. We both did. I worked so hard for you—for us. I became a hero because it was your dream, and I wanted to make it come true.” 

That was the breaking point. 

Shigaraki surged to his feet, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His crimson eyes burned with a mixture of fury and something deeper—something fractured. 

“You don’t get to say that!” he roared, his voice raw and ragged as it echoed off the walls. “You didn’t care about me! If you did, you wouldn’t have left me! You left me to rot under that rubble while you ran off to chase your stupid dreams!” 

The venom in his words made me flinch, but I forced myself to meet his gaze, even as my heart shattered. “That’s not true!” I cried, my voice trembling. “I searched for you, Tenko. I searched for hours. My hands were bloody from digging through the rubble, and I called your name over and over, but I couldn’t find you. You were gone.” 

“Liar!” he shouted, his voice cracking as his shoulders shook with rage. “You didn’t look hard enough! You left me to die like everyone else!” 

I shook my head desperately, my tears falling harder. “I didn’t leave you,” I whispered, my voice thick with grief. “I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you forever. If I’d known you were alive—” My words faltered, my guilt threatening to choke me. “I would’ve never stopped looking.” 

His laugh was bitter and jagged, cutting through me like shards of glass. “Stop pretending you cared. You moved on, didn’t you? Went to UA, made friends, played hero. You didn’t care that I was gone. You were fine without me.” 

“That’s not true!” I screamed, my voice raw. “I became a hero for you! Every step I’ve taken was for you. To honor you. Because I couldn’t save you that night.” My voice broke again, and I buried my face in my hands, sobbing uncontrollably. “I thought you were gone, and it killed me every single day.” 

Shigaraki stared at me, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. For a fleeting moment, the rage in his eyes faltered, replaced by something I hadn’t seen in years—vulnerability. The boy I had once loved, the boy I had thought was gone, flickered to the surface. 

But then it was gone, swallowed by the darkness that had consumed him. 

“Stop it,” he said, his voice quieter now but still trembling. “Just… stop.” 

I looked up at him, my vision blurry with tears. “Tenko, please,” I whispered. “Tell me what happened to you. Tell me how you became… this.” 

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came. His eyes darted away, his expression unreadable. 

“You want to know what happened?” he said finally, his voice hollow. “The world happened. Heroes happened. They let me fall, and no one picked me up. Not even you.” 

He turned abruptly, yanking the door open with a force that made it creak in protest. 

“I don’t need your pity,” he muttered, stepping through the doorway without another glance. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone with the weight of his words—and the unbearable truth of what had been lost.