#i love that his life stopping villians affects his real life

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⍣ ೋ Rom-Com Gone Wrong

˚ · . bakugou katsuki x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ takes place during their third year, mentions of injuries and blood, forced intake of aphrodisiac, unestablished relationship, mutual pining, love confession, both characters are 18, protected sex, implied unprotected sex, virgnity loss, misunderstandings, a bit angsty, bakugou is lowky ooc and gentle, this is really long

following a rough battle with a rather inconvenient villian and his quirk, y/n finds herself induced with aphrodisiac against her will. she wins the encounter, only to be told if she doesn't relieve her sexual desires within 24 hours with another individual she will die.

"i'll be the one to do it," mineta says, trying to sound nonchalant about the situation, flipping his non-existent hair off to the side if his shoulder. the girls, in unison, disagree verbally, knowing of his creepy tendencies.

"can't she just do it with a girl?" tsuyuri thinks aloud, attempting to find an easy way for you to feel more comfortable with the situation. "if that's the case, then i'll do it!" ashido declares, raising her hand in the air.

this has been the subject of conversation for the past hour or so. yes, your classmates and even teachers are conversing on what to do about your current state, on who will be the one to sleep with you. it's almost heartwarming, to know that your classmates care so much about you that they'd be willing to sleep with you if it means you'll live.

which is exactly what it means. exactly nine hours ago, you had a confrontation with a well-wanted villian. you knew of the risks, you knew of his horrendous and taboo quirk. you knew that he used his quirk to take advantage of women who were defenseless and practically leaving them for dead within 24 hours of interaction.

quirks like these were rare, none of your classmates nor teachers had any experience with this type of thing. originally, the teachers were going to discuss of this situation privately, but after almost three hours had gone by with no real possible solutions, they had decided to involve your dearest classmates to come up with something, anything to help save your life.

"no, according to the villian and the tiny information we were able to get out of him, it has to be done with a male." midnight had said, rubbing at her temple to ease her stress. your female classmates groaned with frustration, side-eyeing mineta with disgust.

"t-then i'll do it!" a new contender had volunteered. "y-you? y/n needs a real man, denki—," jirou had said, trying to play of her nervousness with a chuckle. "i agree." momo said sternly.

"no offense but.. how about the boys leave this discussion to the boys." she added on, having distrust in the intentions of her male classmates. "i know you boys just want to do what you can to help her, but we also have to think about how this will affect her mentally."

the topic carried on with the girls, occasionally one of the boys attempted to give a idea, but were almost immediately shot down due to it's risk.

admist to all the tension and debate, there was one who was uncharacteristically quiet. bakugou katsuki.

all of the boys were huddled into a circle, behind the girls, listening into their plan. however, it was bakugou who stuck out like a sore thumb. he kept his hands in his pockets, a rather stoic expression written onto his face as he stared up to the ceiling.

"i'll do it! you guys just gotta trust me!" mineta yelled once more, his body jolting with fear when he was met with clear resistance from the girls.

everyone was too wrapped up in figuring out a game-plan to even notice that bakugou had taken his leave, muttering a scoff at his classmates's immaturity and perversion.

he made his way to the dorms, his hand rubbing at the tense skin of his nape. bakugou stopped in his tracks, seemingly he wasn't the only one who had the same idea. his hands returned to their place in his pockets, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of his classmate, todoroki shouto, standing a few feet away from your dorm room.

"what are you doing here?" bakugou asked, resting his body weight on his right leg. todoroki looked back at bakugou calmly, observing the blonde's stiff movements. "i want to help y/n-san." todoroki stated, glancing back at the door of your room.

bakugou scoffed at his answer, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "yeah right—you?" he hissed, coming up to todoroki and shoving him away from your door. "don't make me laugh. i'll be the one to do it."

todoroki stayed in place for a moment, blinking at bakugou's aggression and determination. he glanced once more at your door, and then back to bakugou before sighing with defeat and turning around to head god knows where.

bakugou scoffed once more, not taking his eyes off todoroki until he was well out of his sight. bakugou turned around, his red eyes staring intently at your door. he chewed on the walls of his mouth, wondering how to go about the situation.

as brash as he may be—he's not an idiot. he knows that if you don't end up getting any help within a few mere hours, you'll die. and thats not what he wants. to stand and watch while his dumb classmates argue over who will be the one to have the honor of having sex with you is something he won't abide with.

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a soft moan escaped your lips at the feel of your fingers caressing against your sensitive folds. a drop of sweat ran down your flushed face, running down to your collarbone and dampening the sheer tank you were wearing.

there was a knot in your abdomen, a very tight knot, that has been yet to be undone. normally, when you had this kind of urge, you'd be able to satisfy it yourself. but it's been nearly eight hours since you'be been drugged, and the effects only get more and more intense with every passing minute.

you're tired. your body is coated in a thick layer of sweat, the room smells grossly of your own scent, and it's been eight hours—yet no release. tears sting at your waterline, your hand coming up to cover your pathetic whines and cries as your fingers scissor their way into your cunt, trying to find relief to your frustration.

you gasp with pleasure when your finger nails press ever so slightly against that one spot, hazy eyes going wide when you finally find it. your back arches off the bed, toes curling when you can barely press your fingerpads against that sweet spot, but nonetheless it's something.

your body jolts when you hear a light knock at your door, hands flying to grab onto your blanket to hide your half-naked body. you sat frozen on your bed, eyes watching the door.

a couple of moments later, once again the visitor knocked, snapping you out of your haze. you rushed to find any pajamas or clothes to wear, eventually settling on a pair of grey pajama shorts. the visitor knocks again once more, earning a groan from you. "g-give me a second!" you hiss loudly, dusting off your body and finally walking up to your door.

with a deep inhale, you open up your door a few inches, hiding your sweat-ridden body behind the large frame and peeking out your head to see the visitor.

your heart drops into your stomach at the sight of the familar blonde, his red eyes lidded low at you. "b-bakugou?" you stutter out, your cheeks blushing intensely when you feel your core throb at just the sight of him. "what... are you doing here?" you say, swallowing down the fat lump in your throat.

bakugou stares at you, his facial expressions uncharacteristically calm and unreadable. "..isn't it obvious?" he says nonchalantly, taking a step towards the door. his low tone heats up your body, making you impossibly warmer with embarrassment to top it off with your seemingly insatiable desire.

still, you don't move from the door, and if anything, push it forward so only a few centimeters remain between the frame and the door itself. your forehead rests against the wood, contemplating your options.

bakugou katsuki has come to your door to do the obvious with you. for many others, this would be a dream come true—and it almost is, for you, almost. tears cloud your vision once more at the thoughts that run throughout your head, he's only here because you'll die.

"let me in y/n,—", "no, i don't want you here." you interrupt, still hiding behind the door. bakugou's eyes widen slightly at your refrusal, not expecting you to shut him down given the situation.

to you, it's almost insulting—bakugou katsuki is here to have sex with you, to save you. your crush of many years, is here to have sex with you, but only because he feels the need to save you, not because he wants to.

bakugou sighs silently, he knows its a sensitive matter, that you're practically forced to have sex with someome that you possibly don't like just to live. his fists tighten up into a ball, his eyebrows furrowing at your stubbornness. but he won't have you die, he won't knowing he could help you.

"y/n. open the door or i'm going to break it down myself." he says sternly, his voice raising slightly. it sends shivers down your spine, but still you hold your ground. alas, you find it within yourself to close the door, only for it to be held open by bakugou who most definitely overpowers you when it comes to strength. with a grunt, your already weak arms give in, quickly dropping back to the floor as the door slams against the wall now that bakugou has won the short game of tug-o-war.

bakugou makes his way into your room, not even caring to check if the door handle has made a new hole in the wall. his mouth opens, ready to say something, only to purse into a straight line when he sees the tears flowing down your cheeks.

"i don't want you here." you mumble out, attempting to hide your tears by wiping them away as quick as they came.

with a grunt, bakugou is pulling you up to your feet, his hands gripping onto your shoulders while his lips smash against yours. the kiss is rough, almost uncomfortably stiff. and yet, you almost let out a moan of satisfaction just by him giving the worst kiss ever. he pulls away a moment later, his hands keeping you in place.

not like you'd be able to walk away even if you wanted, your gaze was fixated on his soft features, eyeing those lips of his. this time, it's bakugou whose walking away—and it's you who is running after him.

with haste, you push yourself forward to the blonde, your hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling him back to you. bakugou breathes out a grunt when your lips collide with his once more, desperate and clumsy, more teeth than tongue. you can't help but grab into bakugou's broad shoulders before finding better purchase by wrapping them around his neck, feet on all toes in order to reach his lips.

bakugou pulls away from you, quickly shutting the door and locking it. though, he barely has time to do the second, as soon as the door is closed, you're pushing him against it and shoving your body against his, encapturing his lips with yours once again. he swallows your desperate whines, his tongue fighting for dominance against yours. it's messy, it's not at all in sync—but just that alone has your body heating up than what you thought was possible.

and bakugou can feel it. his hands find purchase on the small of your waist—your skin is hot to the touch, almost fever hot. he raises an eyebrow when the feel of his skin on yours alone has you letting out a soft moan, much to your embarrassment. experimentally, bakugou's hands travel down to the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh lightly, earning a gasp from your lips.

seeing this, bakugou pulls away from you, a fat string of saliva connecting the two of you. his red eyes watch you tortuously, watching the way your delicate features contort with pleasure as his hands explore your ass, his squeezes getting more and more rough as your body reacts. his finger glides up to the hems of your shorts, playing with the drawstrings and eventually pulling on one to untie the knot, allowing your flimsy excuse of so-called shorts to drop and lay around your feet.

your cheeks burn at the way he stares closely at your half-naked body, eyes darting down to the ground when you realize that you didn't even put on any underwear. to you, bakugou is eyeing your body, looking for any imperfections and unsatisfying marks.

but to bakugou, he has to hold back a groan by biting on his lower lip at the sight of your bare cunt. his hands tighten it's grip on your hips, attempting to keep his composure. bakugou finally pushes himself off the door, leading you quickly by the small of your waist to your bed.

with a gentle shove, you're laying down onto your back, your legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. your eyes widen when bakugou's hands grab the hems of his shirt, pulling it up to his head and discarding of his shirt, revealing his rather toned abs and few scars he's gained in the various fights he's gotten into as a hero.

your mouth is agape in awe, practically drooling at the sight of his fit muscles and small waist. without another word, your hand subconsciously reaches for him, generously touching the muscles of his abdomen. for the first time of the night, bakugou finally shows some emotion, smirking widely at your infatuation with his abs.

"i know i got some great abs, huh?" he grins, his hand coming up to rest on the flesh of your thigh. his grin flattens to an slightly agape 'O' when your hand travels down lower to his lower pelvis, your nails caressing the skin, sending shivers down his spine. dangerously, it continues, your fingers meddling with the edge of his baggy pants, circling the metal button.

before you could do anything else, bakugou is grabbing your hand away, and much to your surprise, settles himself inbetween your bare legs, eyeing your exposed cunt. naturally, you rush to close your legs, but are stopped by his hands that rest on both of your inner thighs.

"don't try to hide yourself from me." he growls lowly, his cock growing hard in his pants at the fuller sight of your glistening cunt. a yelp leaves your throat when you are pulled closer to the edge of your bed, cunt mere centimeters from bakugou's face. your eyes close shut, palm hiding your face in embarrassment.

"open your damn eyes, you're gonna watch as i eat this pretty pussy." he hisses out before blowing lightly onto your folds, enjoying the way your thighs shiver. with a lick of his lips, bakugou dives into your cunt, his tongue dragging across your folds and into your core. you let out a rather loud moan at the feel of his tongue exploring your cunt, your hands diving down to entangle themselves in his short blonde locks.

as told, you watch bakugou devour your poor pussy through tears, moaning into your palm to not let anyone hear the way you're getting eaten out by one of your classmates. your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel bakugou enter his index finger into your tight walls, massaging your gummy walls without mercy.

"bakugou.." you mewl out, back arching off the bed when you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel. the fingers tied in his hair pull tightly on his roots, earning a hum of satisfaction leave his lips, vibrating against your clit so deliciously it has you sobbing out his name within seconds and squirming within his tight hold as you cum. tears run down your cheeks as your body convulses with pleasure, eyebrows furrowed intensely as your first orgasm of the night washes over you.

a minute later, you finally come down to earth, chest heaving heavily as your eyes focus down to bakugou who licks up the remains of your delicious juices. it's so over stimulating, but it feels so good, the way his tongue laps up your cum as if he was a starved man.

for a second, you close your eyes, basking in the sweet after-glow of your orgasm before a familar vibrating sound snaps you out of your bliss. bakugou holds up the pink bullet-vibrator within his hand, cocking his head to the right. "this yours?" he asks teasingly, a sly grin painted into his face.

before you could respond, bakugou is pressing the bullet against your clit, sending waves of overstimulated pleasure up your spine. you wiggle and shift on your bed, attempting to get away from it, from him, but in the heat of the moment you seem to have forgotten of bakugou's trained strength. he pins your hips onto the bed with ease with one hand, and holds the bullet to your clit with the other.

he evilly chuckles into your cunt, his tongue gliding into your tight hole. your cries and pleas are melodies to his ears, and he only stops when your thighs are shaking for a second time around his head and your pussy walls are tightening up around his tongue. he hungrily laps up your fluids once more, the tip of his nose brushing up against your clit as he discards of the vibrator in order to grab onto the back of your thighs and practically smothers himself into your pussy.

finally, once he's deemed you cleaned up and not an ounce of your cum wasted, he pulls away from your drenched pussy. his chin glistens with your juices, his tongue lapping up any remains on his lips. his ruby red eyes watch as your chest heaves up and down, his hand grabbing your wrist that was covering your flushed face and discarding it to the side.

he passionately kisses you, not like the kisses you two shared earlier. rather, your inhaling his heavy breaths as his hips roll subconsciously into yours, his hard-on poking against your inner thigh. "bakugou.." you exhaled against his lips, your hand sliding inbetween your close bodies to palm his confined cock.

bakugou lets out a almost pained groan, his eyebrows furrowing at the feel of your hand brushing against his cock's tip. "fuck.." he groans, his head dipping down to your chest when your hand slides below his trousers and over his confined boner. "wanna help you too bakugou," you mumble shyly, batting those pretty eyelashes at him.

the tempered blonde seems to have been frozen in place at your unexpected boldness, his cock growing impossibly harder at your words. he curses under his breath when your hand glides in between the gap of his boxers, your fingers coming into contact with the skin of his cock.

you're so unexpected. it's all bakugou can ever think of. unlike all the others, you've surprised him the most. you've surprised him with your wits—instead of strength and speed. no matter how mean or offensive he's been to you, you've been nothing but a saint—going so far to even nurse him back to health after a particularly aggressive battle with a villian.

thats why he had to be the one to help you. after all you've done for him, he had to return the favor in the one time he could save your life, even if it meant having sex would save you. he wasn't about to let those ungrateful, clueless extras do it with you either when they didn't deserve the opportunity to have you so vulnerable for them.

and having sex with you doesn't seem too bad, not in the slightest. especially not when your hand is pumping his cock so deliciously. bakugou's lips apart slightly, a sharp gasp escaping when your palm tightens around his sensitive cock.

you jolt when bakugou's own hand wraps around your wrist firmly, practically slapping it away from his cock. you look up at him with filmy eyes, looking for an explanation within his own. "gotta focus on you," he mumbles under his breath, his hands coming down to your hips and dragging you down to him.

bakugou finally begins to undo his belt, the metal buckle causing your ears to tingle. he pushes down his pants to his lower thighs, for a second he glances up at you, to which you can see a small glimpse of the red tint that covers the apples of his cheeks and the way he stares intently at your features, most likely waiting to see your reaction.

he slides his dark red boxers down to the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock of his uncomfortable confines. and, just wow, maybe it's because you're quite literally drugged with a sex drug, or maybe he's just that perfect—but just the sight of his cock has your pathetic pussy walls clenching and throbbing around nothing.

your mouth salivates at the mere thought of his cock, and just now seeing it—god you just want him to fuck you already. without a thought, your hand reaches once more for him, only for bakugou to pin your wrist down to the side of your body, his own climbing on top of the bed. your legs come to rest on each sides of his hips, his thighs underneath yours while he sits on his knees.

it seems you're not the only one so horny, afterall, as bakugou wrapped his hand around cock, his hips inching closer to yours, his body jolted, eyes widening. his sudden movement has your heart dropping in your stomach, a cold sweat breaking out on your body. "w-what? what is it?" you stutter out, your hand crossing defensively over your clothed chest.

bakugou's cheeks seem to bloom more a shade of red as he leans back, searching for something in his pocket. "hah.. i almost forgot the condom.." he says, taking out the unmistaken small square packet out of his pocket.

you chuckle lightly at the mistake, feeling embarrassment for yourself as well. to think that you two were so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that you almost forgot the condom gives such a strange feeling in your stomach.

finally, bakugou puts the condom on, a bit shaky with embarrassment as he slides it on. all prepared, he looks up at you—possibly the calmest you've ever seen him, but there's a hint of seriousness and maybe even care with the way his eyebrows are furrowed lightly or how his eyes never leave your face.

"ready?" he asks cautiously, his hand gripped onto the underside of your thigh with the other resting on the side of your lower stomach. with your nod of approval, bakugou meets his thighs to your ass, his cock tip pressing lightly against your virgin hole.

before bakugou could go any further, your soft sobs stop him. his head immediately snaps up to yours, his eyes wide with shock. your eyes are once again wet with tears, eyebrows arched and lips frowning.

"i know this is not very convenient, y/n, but if we don't do this, you'll die-", he tries to say before he's interrupted by your sobs and hiccups. through fat tears and incoherent sentences, you finally manage to say something clear.

"it's not that." you practically hiss, surprising the blonde. "..then what is it?" he urges, a confused expression forming on his face. with a loud sigh, you groan loudly with anger and sadness, practically throwing your hands to your face as you try to wipe away your never-ending tears.

"i d-didn't want it to be like t-this!" you sob loudly, your shoulders jumping with every hiccup. before bakugou could press any further, the years of untold suffering and thoughts just came rushing to you, spilling out of your mouth like vomit. "i-i didn't w-want it to be l-like this! to happen like this!"

"oh my g-god! bakugou i've been in love with you since i've m-met you—and it–it hurts—for it to happen this way—you're only doing this just b-because you f-feel obligated to do i-it—not because you l-love me—" you mumble out, hands covering your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction.

"for it to ha-happen this way—it's like a whole prank..! like a fucking—slap in the face!" you say, practically yelling the last part as your hands fly down to the bed with frustration, finally meeting bakugou's gaze. your sobs quiet down, stomach churning at the realization of the word vomit you just had.

you thought he would be weirded out, maybe even make fun of you for it. but instead, bakugou is now looking at you with an unfamiliar gaze, full of something that seems to just be more than politeness and friendly care. sure, he's not smiling, but the way his red eyes are half-lidded, pupils dilated so big they might as well just be black, his eyebrows no longer furrowed but instead arched upwards with what seems to be surprise.

before you could say anything else, waves of sharp pain are shot up your spine as bakugou unexpectedly pushes in the tip of his cock, his arms now finding purchase by wrapping around your waist, lowering himself closer to you.

his lips press yours, slow and steady as he inches his fat cock into you. he pulls away from your lips with a grunt, his eyebrows arched downwards as he tries to set aside the way your cunt feels so heavenly wrapped around the end of his cock.

"i'm sorry for how i've been treating you." he says lowly, his teeth nipping at the pristine skin of your collarbone. "i just didn't know how to tell you—didn't think you felt the s-same," he breathes out, stuttering the last word when your walls clench around his cock. bakugou curses under his breath, trying to ground himself by pawing at your clothed breasts, sliding his hands under your tank to feel the bare skin.

bakugou's words has fresh tears forming once again at your water line. "the same..?" you think out loud, a hiccup escaping your throat at the realization.

"f-fuck, y/n—," he chokes out, his balls becoming flush with the curve of your ass. "bakugou.. the same?" you urge on, a small gasp leaving your lips when his cock tip glazes against your sweet spot. it takes bakugou to find the strength to answer, but he does with a groan, rising his upper body to have a better look at the sight of you.

"..yes the same you dummy." he finally confirms, his eyes unable to lock with yours, instead choosing to glue themselves to the sight of your tight pussy swallowing his cock. without wasting another second, your hands fly to his nape, pulling him back down to kiss him roughly. the two of you moan into the kiss, your hands desperately exploring the skin of his back while his continue to grope and massage your breasts.

"hah—i just couldn't allow it.. i didn't want the others to have you.." he groans out, his hips speeding up against yours. his teeth bite at your breasts possessively, leaving dark red marks over the unmarked flesh. his possessiveness sends a shiver up your spine, making you impossibly more hornier than you thought possible.

"baku—katsuki," you mewl out, your fingernails digging trails of red into the skin of his back. his head nods silently at your use of his first name, his ears tingling intensely.

his head tilts up to face yours, unprepared for what you were about to say. "please fuck me. i need you."

with a few words of heavy profanity, all previously known touches of gentleness are thrown out the window and bakugou is throwing your leg over shoulder and practically folding you in half. bakugou is quick to cover your mouth with his palm, if not your screams of pleasure would be heard by all the other people in these dorms—and he's not quite on board with any nobodies hearing your pretty moans.

bakugou practically jackhammers his hips into yours, his cock tip bullying your cervix. your eyes roll to the back of your head at the foreign feeling of your cervix being fucked, of your cunt being mercilessly destroyed by a fat cock. your hand flies up to the head board, desperately attempting to find purchase on anything to keep you grounded.

his cock grazing your sweet spot has you screaming once more into his palm, creaming around him for the first time that night. "f-fuck—" bakugou curses loudly, his teeth drawing blood on his lower lip in an attempt to hide own moans.

your cunt walls have a vice grip on his cock, practical almost leaving him unable to move as you cum around him. still, bakugou works his hips in and out, doing everything in his power to prevent himself from cumming just yet.

in an last ditch effort to do so, bakugou lifts his palm up from your mouth, flipping your body so you lay onto your stomach. he's quick to shove his cock back into your overstimulated cunt, rutting into you like a dog in heat. bakugou doesn't find it within himself to care when you're moaning so loud that the first floor can probably hear you, neither does he care that he's fucking you so hard that the bed frame begins to slam against the wall.

all he cares about is destroying your cunt, destroying you, something he's been wanting to do since he's met you. "fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n you feel so fuckin' good—i'm gonna cum," he babbles, his cock growing hard at the sight of your fat ass bouncing with every impact of his thrusts.

you're no better off than him, moaning his name desperately like a mantra. bakugou finally comes with a sharp and deep thrust, pushing his cock so deep it has the tip flush with your bruised cervix. he groans incoherent words, most likely profanities, as he cums into the condom, his hands gripping on the swell of your hips as he tries to ground himself.

you cum just at the unmistaken warmth that pools inside of you, tongue lolling out of your mouth pathetically. your body twitches underneath his weight, hands weakly grabbing onto his biceps. "katssshuki.." you mewl out, stars practically twinkling in your eyes.

bakugou pulls out of you with a sharp inhale, taking off the filled condom. his cock twitches when you stop him just as he's about to throw away, taking the cum-filled latex from his hand and holding it over your mouth, allowing the cum to drip onto your tongue and into your throat.

he watches you with wide eyes as you practically suck the cum out of the condom before throwing it into the trash bin on the side of your bed. you look at him with a grin, licking your lips generously before giggling.

bakugou's face twitches uncontrollably, any remains of the composure and the obvious "better safe than sorry", he has left is discarded before he practically pounces on you like a wild beast.

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bakugou is jolted awake, his eyes darting to the door of your room. theres a couple of knocks, his eyes look for your clock, '5:04 AM'.

he shuts his eyes, fully okay with ignoring the late visitor before theres more knocks. bakugou, begrudgingly, gets up, only because he doesn't want you to wake up.

he wraps his lower body in a spare blanket, taking a few seconds to rub awaken more before he's inching the door open, just barely enough to see who the visitor is. though, his shoulders relax when he sees it's just mr. aizawa at the door, most likely checking up on your state.

mr. aizawa blinks unexpectedly at bakugou, surely not expecting him to answer the door. his expression softens at the realization, being quick to offer an explanation. "i was just coming here to see if y/l/n was alright.. but i see it's under control, right?"

aizawa punctuates the last word of his sentence with the tilt of his head, his eyes pointing out bakugou's half-naked body. bakugou in response sheepishly shrugs, muttering out a groggy 'yeah' before closing the door.

he stands at the closed door for a second, rubbing his eyes tiredly before turning around to go back to bed, your bed more specifically. he stops in his tracks for a moment before continuing, seeing that you're now sitting up and staring at him.

"katsuki.." you breathe out tiredly, practically purring when you feel his hand settle onto your hip, bringing you back down onto the bed with him.

the two of you share a chaste kiss, departing only to get a short breathe in before you're pushing your body against his, deepening the kiss once more for the nth time that night.

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Kay, so I have, in fact, still been writing fic. However, my brain has been pea soup because my meds have been all sorts of delayed to my pharmacy. So, strap yourselves in because I've been thinking, and that has once been called a dangerous pastime. Y'all know. A line I recently wrote for a prequel fic I'm working on to "In the Flares of the Sun" is this: "Cedric is an adult who deserves far more in life than to rely solely on the companionship of a child and a bird for his flourishing and development. Yet, somewhere along the line, someone decided that he should be grateful for any scrap of affection the world threw his way." (This is Miranda speaking btw. Generally, she and Cedric are the closest you're going to hear to "me," the author, talking when you're reading my fics.) Now, in fandom, we rightly talk a lot about how, through Sofia's kindness, Cedric found redemption. However, like ... that had to be kind of hard? Part of the reason I think his redemption is so non-linear is because everytime Sofia tried to give him a hand up Roland, or someone else, tried to punch him down. It's been commonly said that for every ONE negative comment we receive as human beings we need FIVE positive comments to counteract it. Lets ... Lets just think about that. If we assume by the "Day of the Sorcerers" Cedric is somewhere between 39, on the young end, and 42, on the old end, and at the time of "The Incident" he was 6, on the young end, and 9, on the old end. That's something like ... what almost 3+ decades of KINGDOMS worth of negativity that then ONE child is trying to counteract? So, like, yeah, Sofia is awesome. Full stop. She's amazing! But, Cedric needs SOME credit in accepting what she offers him. The fact that he does accept what Sofia offers to him, and readily, speaks to a SINCERE amount of intrinsic goodness IN HIM. I'm amazed that this character isn't full and complete Horned King or Maleficent levels of evil! He still has compassion left in him. He still has a heart. He still HAS goodness left to BE fostered. He is not, at all, heartless. He. Still. Loves. THAT is impressive. THAT takes guts. I just started my second rewatch with my kid. And, what has struck me on round 2, is just how ready he is to accept Sofia's kindness even in episode 3. I LOVE that it doesn't stick because that's real. However, to me, what that really foreshadows well is the finale. Sofia facing off Vor? Cedric's already done that. WITHIN HIMSELF. He has looked in the mirror every. single. day. and fought himself. The creators actually did, I think, a great job of setting up, subtly, what that final battle was going to be about though subtext. In that final battle, the subtext just becomes main text. Sofia's foil has already been battling apathy, despair, loneliness, and villainy within himself the whole darn series. In the finale, we just get to see that same fight externalized between the living personification of the evil perspective. Vor is what happens when you - as is literally done by Prisma - bring all the pieces of Disney villains together. There may have been some pieces of Disney villains in Cedric's character design. But, not in his heart. Not in personality. Vor IS the literal pieces, the TOOLS, of the past villians. She IS evil. Further, what I love about this, is that this means Sofia isn't alone in what she has done in the finale. She isn't the only character who has looked evil in the face and won. She doesn't have to be alone. My major issue with the Protector story arc is how much responsibility Sofia is forced to take on at such a young age. (I am SO team Miranda on this one.) However, at least in this case, Sofia has a mentor who did the hard thing first. Cedric has full and total empathy for how hard it is to look at the living embodiment of villainy and face it off with kindness - Sofia's kindness. Because, that's what Cedric had to do in the mirror for years with himself until he made the final choice to choose goodness. And, you know what? I think that's really heroic and admirable.

[oopey-doopey]

Does Venom exist in you Spider-man(?) au?

Love your au(s) btw <3

Venom does exist in Spider-Man(?) au!!!

Oscorp labs exist in the au but Peter is obviously too young to have any real connection there. Instead, there's a science center funded by Oscorp for younger teens/kids where the symbiote is displayed publicly before it's sent off for testing. A lot of the kids think it's lame and boring and Peter sympathizes with it for obvious reasons. It immediately forms an attachment as this kid is the only one to think it's cool and binds with Peter to try and "help" by making him act tougher and fearless, basically getting rid of his flight response.

Of course, things go wrong as usually sweet Peter Parker starts getting into fights at school and Spidey seems to be outright gunning it for villains. It culminates with Peter accidentally hurting Aunt May when she tries to reprimand him for this behavior (she believed he was acting out due to missing Uncle Ben) and running away for a bit as he grapples with almost seriously hurting his Aunt and the symbiote's affect over him.

Eddie Brock in this au is an older teen (Maybe 12-14) who officially works as an intern for the daily bugle. Eddie and Pete were close as Eddie used to babysit him over the summer and they were the youngest employees. He got jealous of Peter as somehow this kid is getting more notoriety and paid for pictures of Spider-Man while he's just the coffee boy.

Eddie, of course, notices this change in behavior due to the close proximity of him and Peter (He gives Peter the papers for his route and organizes the pictures of Spidey) and hopes to catch him messing up his route so Jamison fires him.

It leads them to the clock tower where the symbiote tries to make Peter believe he needs it by amplifying his fear response by showing him every time he was scared while crime fighting and when he found Uncle Ben shot and didn't know what to do. It almost works until Peter realizes he overcame all that and gets rid of it but not before it falls onto Eddie who figures out Peter's identity. The symbiote bonds to Eddie and influences him to fight crime to stay close to Peter.

Eddie initially tries to be Spider-Man but edgier (he's a teen boy what did you expect) but the symbiote amplifies his resentment for Peter due to longing to reunite and feeling betrayed. Venom is born after Spidey catches them getting too rough with a villain and tries to stop them, Venom goes on a tirade about Peter being lucky and vowing to act as the embodiment of chaos in Peter's life.

Since Peter can't exactly say why he and Eddie are no longer cool Eddie just constantly looms around acting as this boogie-man figure in Peter's life, ranging from a cruel prankster to outright homicidal (staging accidents to hurt Peter or his loved ones) while as Venom he sabotages Spidey by sharing weakness to Villians or outright attacking him. Either way, Peter is always looking over his shoulder and can never rest until Venom gets dispatched (tho never permanently)

Also glad you like my aus! I like making and talking about them :>

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basic description of the series and characters that i will be posting about most of the time!!!! ^_^

HFJONE - animated webseries about a group of people who are kidnapped from their lives and brought to another universe where they're forced to compete together on a reality tv show. after the main characters are eliminated from the competition they travel through space and time to try and find a way to stop this reality show from being continued. airy is the host/antagonist (truckdriver who refused to accept his death and became god) bryce and liam are the protagonists (extremely fucked up guys with weird homoerotic tension who hate each other but also dont). charlotte isn't really a protagonist but she's one of the contestants and i love her (she's an asshole/criminal who is dying of a terminal illness and thats all im gonna say)

INANIMATE INSANITY - animated webseries about characters competing in challenges in a total drama island/survivor-type reality tv show for a million dollars!! there's also lore outside the compeition about colonization and the cycle of abuse and the affect of war and trauma on the host of the show. who is a parody of an apple iphone4. the main villian is a piece of corn parodying Real life apple creator steve jobs (his name is steve cobs) its a super fun and well-written series

BOBS BURGERS - animated sitcom about a family of oddballs running a burger restaurant together and the world around them!!! very wholesome and funny. tina (13yrs) is an Autistic horse girl. gene is an adhd genderfluid musical prodigy who refuses to put effort into anything ever and he's very sweet (11yrs) louise is a little troublemaker and VERY smart and endearing (9yrs) bob and linda are the parents and its a very sweet protrayal of a family and community that loves and supports each other always :) GREAT improv and deadpan humor

[lifea16]

So I watched the video out of morbid curiosity, Not commenting there as that boosts engagement and I know I won't change his mind

Stuff so far (what I've been thinking)

Apologies if this is disorganized, blame my ADHD for that lol /lh /j

"Blitz is a chronic narcissistic heartbreaker" 1. I'm choosing to interpret this as him claiming that Blitz has NPD In which case, I'm so sorry to Blitz that God gave you 2 cluster B disorders (NPD and BPD) 2. I can't wait to hear about this dude's opinions on bad communicators in relationships and especially aro bad communicators. Even if Blitz is AlloAllo, his experiences are relatable and resonant too alot of Aro(spec) Allos, And this dude clearly likes Stolas, and Stolas is also a bad communicator, so why do you like one bad communicator but not the other?

Sidenote this footage that he's using is making Blitz look so cute and I'm honestly forgetting this is an Anti-Blitz video when I pause it xD

This dude sounds like how I write Blitz's self hatred 💀

...He did apologize to Verosika, just five fucking minutes later did you zone out after getting your 'Blitz is an asshole' proof??

Hellborn likely see human death different than we do, he probably just thinks of it as 'aggressive teleportation'

..Abuse Verosika?? Where?? Point me to the timestamp where he abuses her (don't count the "manipulation", he apologized 5 minutes later)

If he wanted Stolas to be miserable he would have stolen Stolas' mic and sung an Anti-Stolas song rather than just sitting there feeling terrible and tearing up

Please, stop using Narcissism to mean Abuse. NPD is a real thing that affects real people and not everyone with NPD is abusive. If you receive help for it you can end up living a mostly normal life

Oh, if Stolas doesn't do a thing anymore it's fine, but when Blitz stops doing a bad thing it's "bad writing" /s

... Blitz has not thrown one external pity party. He is in fact, quite the opposite. He only gets emotional when his emotions boil over. He never intentional uses it to manipulate (neither does Stolas but that's besides the point)

As the daughter of a phycologist, him throwing out diagnostic terms like middle school insults is probably gonna give me an aneurysm /hyp

Oh, ya he literally cannot accept Blitz growing as a character. He's now saying 'Oops' was OOC 🤦🏻‍♀️

I don't hate Verosika, but hosting an Anti-Blitz party after like 5 years of being broken up is not healthy. She needs to move on, if she struggles with that she needs therapy for her inability to move on

Has this dude ever heard of 'Hookups'. Also, Philophobia (The phobia / fear of love) is entirely on Romantic Love, not Platonic or Sexual.

... HAVE YOU HEARD OF A VILLIAN PROTAGINIST

As ironic as this is coming from a minor, CHILDREN SHOULD NOT BE WATCHING THIS SHOW, I hope most minors who are watching this at least know basic fucking morals. Make the ones who don't watch Dora or something

"Children will watch this clearly 16-18+ show, therefore you must accommodate the children's lack of moral understanding"

As someone who has been / is being bullied, this video was just straight up bullying

...Wow I got so passionate about Blitz defense I wrote a fucking essay lol

This is probably the worst video I have ever seen on YouTube.

This guy is yet another one of those so-called Hellaverse "critics" who hates Vivziepop with a burning passion and hates almost every character in Helluva Boss. (But Blitzø is his biggest target of all, as this garbage video suggests.)

First off, he literally says Striker and Stella aren't as bad as Blitzø, that Blitzø is irredeemable and he's never ever gonna change, legit thinks every single guest at Verosika's party really was THAT heartbroken and totally aren't just overreacting, and that Stolas and Verosika did nothing wrong.

Fuck this piece of shit, he's just yet another Danny Motta.

Another one! More proof that he's a toxic Stolas stan reminiscent of Danny Motta who thinks Blitzø is worse than Stella because he yelled at his favorite rich pretty bird boy.

[uh0hsp4ghetti0]

Thinking about Ron Stoppable's character development

[syiano]

Avengers men with actor s/o (who is like the foreign sexual switch and domestic dom ask I sent you one time) who just loves talking about how perfect they are for him and how beautiful they are and how much love he will show them when he gets home through his foreign cooking

(And would it be bad if you added an 18+ peter Parker?)

AYE WHATS UP AGAIN BROOO AND OMG THIS IS TOO CUTEE 🥺🥺

And Peter Parker is 18+ in all my works of him.

{Requested}

Avengers x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: They React To You Being An Actor

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Steve loves watching movies, so there's no doubt he will love your acting career. He loves your acting and the characters you play as (but if you're playing as a villian he's gonna be like, *raises eyebrow*).

He says he has flaws he needs to work on when you tell him he's perfect, but also says he's glad that he has someone who will accept him regardless of his flaws rather than what everyone sees him to be. He does get caught off when you call him beautiful, and he can only manage a smile because he doesn't know what to say.

He does end up also being speechless when you would mention your cooking because he does love them, adding on to his wish of having a simple and domestic life.

Bucky isn't really someone who wants to be the certain of attention and wants your  relationship with him to be more private. Other than that, he loves getting more comfortable with the more domestic life with you as soon as you get home; he loves cuddling with you and watching movies and feels at ease for once.

When you tell him just how perfect he is for you and how you can't wait to shower him with affection, he practically tears up and is almost in disbelief that he was lucky to have someone like you. Bucky melts into you when you hug him, and he's clinging to you, desperately not wanting to let you go.

He definitely looks forward to your cooking, and shyly comments on how he might enjoy every last of your foreign dishes and is touched at how you take the time to do this for him.

Tony? PFFT. He's all about showing you off as both of you are famous. He comes up with a bunch of nicknames for each character you play (and might roast them). He definitely promotes merch from the movies or shows you star in. When you keep talking about how perfect he is for you, he does get a little speechless for a moment and then stutters trying to make a joke about how you should make a romance movie about it.

When you would bring up your cooking, he jokes ('cause he's Tony) and he's like, "what, you gonna add a love potion in it or something?"

Sam jokes about your talent having a good use for the team, but he overall does love your career. Natasha comments that he uses it weapon because yes, he will threaten Bucky with spoiler alert if he makes him mad. Sam is also like, "is there any characters that can fly, or...?

When you would say how perfect he is for you, he jokes about what brought this on and how you can't stop talking about him. But he does seriously appreciate it and smiles, and tells you how lucky he is to have someone like you.

He does comment on how much he loves your cooking and looks foward to it, and does offer to cook with you.

Peter likes watching your shows or movies  at night time while cuddles with you. He especially loves anything with action (God help him if he watches horror).

He blushes and stutters what you tell him how perfect he is for you and how beautiful he is, and the only thing he can come up with is, "uh...t-thank you..um..you too...?"

Peter is flattered when you tell him how much you're going to cook for him and he shyly requests, "um...can you cook that...one dish again? I really liked that one...It's one of my favorites, actually..."

Scott literally spends hours binge watching every movie or show you star in and if you mind it, it can be annoying because he's always making commentary during movies and he's like, "oh my god, did you see that?!"

He also claims he's your biggest fan (and will fight anyone who disagrees) and buys all your merch only to forget your character's famous quotes...

When you tell him how perfect he is for you, he ends up zoning out while you're talking and he's just tearing up and he cuts you off by tackling you with hugs (and then hurts himself).

His mouth is just watering when you would talk about how much you're going to cook for him and he also just zones out thinking about your cooking until you snap him out it.

Bruce does shyly admit he watches your shows and movies in private and is amazed at your acting. He does get teased by the team on how he's finally focused on something that's not anything science or lab related. BUT, he's definitely going to debunk lots of things and gets a little exicted if you're starring in anything sci-fi...

He doesn't know rather to be confused or happy when you tell him how perfect he is for you, because he's more used to people being scared of him, and someone calling him beautiful catches him off guard. But he does give you a soft smile and has nothing else to say but thank you for everything.

He says he can't wait when you would bring up how much you're going to cook for him, and he does remind you not to push yourself to hard ('cause he's a worried Bruce).

Loki is pretty protective when it comes to you being famous anyway, but doesn't really interfere with your acting career.  He's not really a big fan of movies or shows in general, but the only reason why he's watching them all of a sudden is because you're in them. Loki actually more focused on looking at your character ('cause it's you), but he still pays attention to the plot, though.

When you tell him how perfect he is for you and how beautiful he is, he's speechless and looks at you with emotional eyes. For once, he looks at you with the most soft and affectionate eyes, which a sight no one else will see but you.

He's not used to people doing things for him, so when you would bring up how much you're going to cook for him, he doesn't really know what to say, but he still stares at you with adoring eyes, and does try to hide the fact he's tearing up.

Thor totally thinks your career is just amazing. But you may have to explain to him that everything that's happening isn't real because he would take it too seriously (especially if your character gets hurt).

When you tell him how perfect he is for you and how beautiful he is, he feels flattered and comments on how he doesn't deserve such praise, but thinks you do instead. But you do notice that he's really touched about it and stares at you with just, *heart eyes*.

He also loves how you would cook and spoil him, and wants to cook with you so he can learn your foreign dishes to impress you.

Pietro can't sit in one place for too long, but he does have time to watch some of the shows or movies you star in. He always talks about how your character is the coolest out of the whole cast, though. Pietro does get jealous when you have all the attention, so he's definitely going to be craving all the affection you give him.

He wants to be praised and loved, especially because of his past, and when he's told that he's just perfect for you, that's all he wanted to hear before kissing you and realizing how he has what he wants.

He totally looks foward to your cooking and wants to cook with you along with showing you some Sokovian dishes.

[scorpio-marionette]

31 Nights of Head Canons - Night 5

Night 4

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A/N: At some point I hope to stop posting these things at 1 in the morning, because if keep doing that I will fall a day behind

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Night 5

Who is your favorite villain?

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Dio

The Joker from DC Comics would be Dio's favorite villain. Just don't expect him to go advertising it. The choice is way too mainstream for our resident emo-revolutionary, but he can't deny that he, like the character, feeds on the chaos he creates. It is his life and he wouldn't give it up for anything.

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Omar

As a fan of the Hobbit, Omar loves Smaug the dragon. He's always had a love for the giant, winged lizards. Smaug was more than that though. He could talk, be doused in melted gold and shake it off with no problem, and see through the invisiblity of the one ring by use of senses. His presence as a character raises so many questions. Where exacly did he come from? How did he actually get inside the Dwarf mines? What happened to the rest of his species? Omar thinks it's a shame there weren't more dragons in the franchise, but none would have compared to Smaug.

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Zach

The Organization, or the secret international groups of people who are ritualistically killing people for the Ancients, interests Zach quite a bit. Cabin in the Woods created a very interesting world that he would like to delve down deeper into. After all, the world presumably ended at the of the movie. They could do a prequel to show the origins of the society.

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Oberyn

Oberyn respects that sometimes you have to do bad things to get good results. Probably why he gets along with Tyrion. However, Oberyn has no respect whatsoever for BAD MEN. Men, and times women (*cough, cough* Cersei), who truly treat life with so little love and civility are dead in the prince's eyes. They are a waist of breath and good wine.

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Marcus Pike

Marcus is more of a hero man himself. There are some cool antagonists out there that he likes. Maybe some anti-heroes, but not really villains.

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Max Phillips

Beetlejuice is Max's favorite. He loves the crazy, chaotic, and theatrical nature of the character. He relates quite a lot to the character's behavior and actions. I mean if you think about it, Beetlejuice must be summoned and Max must be transferred before thet can start the death and destruction.

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Pero Tovar

Pero can't stand real bad men. He's not going to like a villain. Hell, sometimes I don't he can ever stand himself with all of the wrongs he does.

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Javier Peña

That's right. Javi is a Lord of the Rings nerd, and his favorite villian is the giant eyeball in the sky: Sauron! Of course, this character used to have a body and what not, which only makes his story more interesting to Javi. Tolkien does explain some, but what if there's more to than that?

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Jack

Muriel, the Grand Black Witch from Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, was surprisingly a favorite of Jack's. She doesn't really do much in the movie, but her presence is memorable. She doesn't let you ignore her when she's on camera. Even if you look away, your eyes return to her. She's also beautiful when not revealing her corrupted face from her years of using black magic.

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Ezra

The Domergue Gang from the Heateful Eight tickled Ezra's fancy, as do most stories of Earth's "Wild West Days" usually do. It got him through his time on the Green moon. Hearing how they concocted their scheme makes Ezra feel like a cowboy himself. He thinks he could've done the job better even.

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Dave

If Dave ever had to have that awkward attraction to a person you shouldn't find attractive, it would be Missy Armitage, the mom from Get Out. Why? Because of her command over the situation. She's calm, focused, one with her practiced skill, and it's hot! Dave may prefer a submissive woman to pour his dark affections into, but he also loves a strong woman who can take him on.

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Frankie

Blackheart, specifically from the 2007 Ghost Rider movie, was a pretty cool character. The powers and goal of the character were fun to watch be revealed. Frankie especially found the possession/absorbtion of all of the souls from the town at the end incredibly interesting. The special effects team did great. The character is different in the comics though.

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Max Lord

Max was already the villain in his own story. I don't think he cares to enjoy a villain. Though he will say that Scar from the Lion King has a very catchy song that he cannot get out of his head.

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Marcus Moreno

After watching Maleficent with Missy, Marcus likes that they made King Phillip the bad guy. It's an interesting take. Playing with perspective to show that fairy tales, like all stories or news, are onesided and at times fabricated. He's curious to know if Phillip never loved her or if his greatest mistake was letting her go for power of his own.

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Din

Din has no time for heroes or villains. The world is far too dangerous for him to indulge in such stories. Besides, what with having his son again, why would he identify with a villain when all he wants is to be a hero to Grogu?

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Nico

Lord Blackwood from Sherlock Holmes. Nico loves Sherlock for his cunning wit and obervent gaze. Nico loves Blackwood for his master trickery and use of quite literal magic tricks to conceal his crime. Blackwood is resourceful, creative, and ultimately a mere piece to a bigger mystery.

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Dieter

Dorian Tyrell was Dieter's favorite because when faced with a magic mask that could bring out your deepest and at times darkest desires, he had no questions and just went with it. He was also or less completely unphased by the fact that his adversary, was a cartoonish bank teller with weird powers.

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Javi Gutierrez

Van Pelt from Jumanji is a favorite of Javi's for much of the same reasons he likes Alan Parrish. Van Pelt represents the strained relationship Alan has with his father. Javi also has a difficult time around his father. He sometimes wishes he could stand up for himself like Alan.

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Joel

The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is a nostalgic dream for Joel. He loves the comedy in the idea that a giant marchmallow has come to destroy you. Even in a zombie infested world, it still seems super ridiculous. Though he would take the marshmallow over Clickers.

[looonnamoon]

HELLOOOO i hope you're having a good time out there ♡ just slide in bcs if you're still accepting requests i have sumthing 😭 what do you think abt bakugo x villain!reader ?? 🤲🏻🤲🏻

Ooooooo this is real fun >:)

And yes, I'm still accepting requests :)))

Villain! Reader, who was a more or less well known villian, robbing banks here and there, and you know, the usual stuff. But not killing people, that really wasn't their thing.

Villian! reader, who was recently assigned to pro hero Dynamite to take down once and for all, because you were such a slippery little thing.

Villian! Reader, who's quirk is half chameleon, half komodo dragon, they can do anything a chameleon can do, as well as a komodo dragon.

Villian! Reader, who can (almost) kill anyone with their colorful poison~

Villian! Reader, who, when they first saw Bakugou, they were intrigued to say the least.

Villian! Reader, who found his colors pretty, and those scarlet eyes entrancing.

Villian! Reader, who would gradually increase their efforts to 'court' him.

Villian! Reader, who would give him little note, congratulating him on being so close, yet so far, my little scarlet~♡♡

Villian! Reader, who to (unknowingly) get closer closer him, you began to give him little snippets of info on certain villians and their weaknesses.

Villian! Reader, who began to get used to this 'investigating', all for a guy, a really pretty guy.

Villian! Reader, who's eyes widened as they looked down at all of the papers skewed around their desk, all on different villians and how to stop them, even though they're a villian themselves.

Villian! Reader, who looked themselves in the mirror, re-evaluating everything. All of this for a guy? No. It couldn't be. It couldn't be whenever he fought you, you wondered how it felt to be on the other side, when you won? It couldn't be, because you never liked being a hero, and now, nor a villian.

Villian! Reader, who calls up Bakugou, confused on everything, asking Bakugou what should they do, after explaining everything in their mind.

Villian! Reader, who listened to Bakugous words carefully and appreciated his advice.

Villian! Reader, who's not really a hero, neither a villian, they thought, as they wrote out an application for a private investigator.

Villian! Reader, who walks out onto the street, a small smile appearing on their face as they walk towards Bakugou, holding up a paper with a bold 'CONFIRMED' on it.

Private Investigator! Reader, who returns Bakugous proud hug with an even bigger hug. Once they retracted, Bakugou gave them a small kiss on the cheek, watching as their face bloomed an embarrassing bright purple color.

(their quirk also affects their emotions too, whatever their feeling, a representing color will appear on their face)

Private Investigator! Reader, who gladly accepts Bakugous invitation to coffee, happy that their new life is taking a real colorful turn.

A/N: BRO IDK WHY I SEE THIS IN A DISNEY MOVIE IS IT JUST ME LIKE OMFG LMFAOOOOO but this was super fun to make :) love how it came out!!!

[sningo-prompts]

The first time anyone ever saw past Jasmine’s facade at a scandalous standpoint was when she pissed off Subway Master Emmet himself. Ingo and Emmet are celebrity trainers who are known for being respectable role models and extremely hard to anger (on the outside at least). So the fact she managed to somehow piss Emmet off enough that he was all but screaming in her face in the most monotone way possible caught a lot of eyes. She’d go home and whine to mommy and daddy, probably try to get them to throw their money and get the guys sneasel taken away or something, only to discover that oops she pissed off one of Nimabasa City and the Unova Region as a whole’s most notable figures! No amount of doe is gonna affect his job, and trying to do that will just make the scandal worst!

Oh they dont even try. They got their money from investing in the battke subway esrly on. They cant fight this publicly because Emmet could destory them. Plus the like Emmet and Ingo. Like they have to though. “Oh honey didnt you know That the battle subway is our best customer” like they supply something to the subway that without it would be a HUGE hit to their profits. They w brush her off. Shes 26 and this is the real first time they have told her no. Shes going off. Smashing stuff. Raging online about how rude and mean Emmet was to her. She gets some simps and the whiteknights are at her side but other than that? Nah shes being made fun of. Her tweets are probably screenshots posted on Twumblr.

Shes not used to this. The world isnt going her way. All her life it felt like the world bent to her will now this is new. But she is not gonna take this lying down. “You two are useless!! You never do anything for me! Its like you dont even love me!!! You would pick this company over your own daughter! You are cold and heartless monsters!!” She sets off to take matters into her own hands. Why must she have to do everything herself. So she has some friends. Very shady friends. Yes she does drugs. And yes her dealer friends have fallen for her so when she asks them for help getting her justice and this wrong mean man they go along with it.

No stop no im not writing this villian origin story anymore. Just know shes out there causing problems for Emmet and Ingo. She gets her friends to try and trash the subway. Literally

But they cant get far because all her friends arw trash people and trash trainers. Sooo they cant get far enough kn the subway to even face off with Emmet.

Yes she gets mixed in with the very wrong people. Who take things too far. I think they end up kidnapping Ingo but she didnt actually wanna hurt the lil dude. And boy is she in it now.

Im leaving it at that for now.

[thelittlepoetprincess]

ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴᴏᴜꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ [Dabi x Reader]

Author's Note: I personally am not a fan of Lizard king here but go off. This took a long ass time to write not to mention proofread and edit. No idea if I'm making another part to this. Also, a lot of this is therapy wagon material. If you want to be tagged in these just say so.

Warnings: Fluff for a bit, Implied depression, mild spoilers, light mental manipulation, degrading, power play, oral sex(F receiving), hate sex, death mentions, arson, and physical abuse.

Summary: You chose your job over Dabi, and then severely regret it once he survives.

The numbness of grief was overwhelming, even more so when the one you were grieving was your lover. You settled onto the sofa, watching the news drone on about the recent death of Villian Dabi, confirmed now to be Touya Todoroki. You'd turn off the TV and lie on your back, not needing the extraneous details of his death. After all, you killed him.

The memory of it haunted you like ghosts dancing in your memories: the heated warmth of his palms that threatened to burn you but never did, the way he always wore worn down leather or rough worn down jackets, everything about him attracted you and only made his death hit you harder.

You were a lesser-known hero with a restoration quirk, able to numb large areas and heal minor wounds while still using it in large quantities. You'd met Dabi while out on a mission to recover a kidnapped hero, and you couldn't keep your hands off his wounds. Not like he'd let you after he felt your gentle touch ease his pain for once.

Six months, it only took six months for the bad boy to entangle himself into your life. He snuck into your old apartment all the time, made you comfortable, and he'd break down in front of you. He was a surprisingly affectionate lover, despite his many flaws. You'd feel something in your throw blanket, shaking it loose to find the leather jacket he always wore.

The navy blue leather faded slightly and burnt in specific areas where he couldn't control his flames.

You felt the fresh hot tears welling up behind your eyes as you clutched the jacket to your chest. It was much larger than you since Dabi was slightly taller, so your face nuzzled into where his neck would be. It still smelled of cigarettes and burnt flesh, the scent you grew to love so much.

You took a deep inhale, the tears starting to flow as you replayed your shared memories, unable to help the grief overwhelming you. Suddenly, you had no energy nor will to do anything except sleep, even moving was deemed too much to handle. The scent of your boyfriend lulled you to sleep, though it'd be one of the last times it'd do so.

Dabi wrapped his hands around your waist before hoisting you high in the air while the wind blew at your hair in the flowy white lace dress you wore. The undetailed field of wildflowers went on far beyond your sight as he twirled you around before falling on his back with you. You'd both be laughing in the hazy daze of love before sharing a loving kiss as the gentle grass blades tickled your skin.

You felt a leathery hand touch the skin of your cheek, the thick smell of cigarette smoke tickling your nose and making you sneeze before you gently smacked away the hand. You hear a deep, raspy chuckle before the person mysteriously pulls the coat on you like a blanket.

"Little hero, do you love me?" You'd mumble a yes subconsciously, something saddeningly familiar about whoever it was looming over your sleeping form. "Ha, cute. . ." You heard something about leaving and the door shut with a click, leaving you to sleep once again.

Your peaceful sleep is dreadfully short as your friends came in, yanking you from the grasp of sleep with their tumultuous noise.

You quickly hid the jacket, sleepily rubbing at your eyes as they opened your curtains and turned on the TV. It droned on about the agency you worked at and fire. However, you didn't have the energy nor will to care since you planned on quitting anyway.

They droned on about how you'd slept for two days straight and needed to get out, and you agreed. Maybe it would take your mind off of Dabi and the arsenic incident, also the five missed calls from your agency from two days ago. You'd shower and change, pulling your hair back out of your face for the first time for days.

The curls were dry against your fingers so you oiled your hands and massaged them into the brown mass you called hair, plucking it out to its full shape. You pulled on the black and blue dress, noticing how the dress hugged your hips a bit then flowed out to your mid-thigh. Perhaps you've gained a bit of weight these past 2 months.

Tired bags were under your eyes from sleeping for so long. After some light makeup, you left with them to the carnival. 

Lights illuminated the dark navy blue sky as you got dragged about, the fun temporarily blinding you from the sadness overwhelming you. They led you into the Maze of Mirrors, their bodies contorting and bending around you confusedly while you searched for them until they disappeared. Their goofy laughter faded into an eerie silence with only your echoing footsteps left to fill the silence. You froze as you smelled a familiar scent: burnt flesh and cigarette smoke.

His chuckles were all around you as you saw the flashes of black and navy blue in the mirrors before he was suddenly standing in front of you.

He was pissed, you knew that snarky glare anywhere. It made you nervous as he closed the distance between the two of you without speaking a word until he backed you against the cold glass. He gently pressed himself against you, giving you no real way to escape him with his arms on both sides of your head. "Dabi-" "Shh, I don't wanna hear it. At least not here, too many people. They're already looking for me since I disappeared. We aren't safe, come on." He didn't ask as he hoisted you over his shoulders to carry you out the back exit.

He seemed gentle while he carried you, he wasn't rough at all. The heat you felt radiating from his palms as he held said otherwise as you worriedly fretted about him burning a hole in your clothes. Though you felt some relief knowing he wasn't dead: he was your love after all. You knew what was coming to you for feeding him arsenic wasn't going to be a gentle, loving reunion of star-crossed lovers. Dabi wasn't that kind of guy.

He made it back to your new apartment after knocking out the security guard at the gate and threw you onto the bed. He'd seemed to get angrier as he got closer to your apartment. Your hair messily fell around your face to make a curly halo around it. He was on top of you before you could attempt to sit up, his warm breath huffing down the side of your neck.

"Now what the fuck were you thinking, huh? An arsenic cupcake? You really wanna get rid of me that badly you snake." He seethed, and you felt the familiar feeling of your wrists being burnt by his flames. You cry out in pain, squirming under his grip with tears in your eyes.

"Oh you're crying, now you're crying. How do you think I felt getting sick and finding out my girlfriend poisoned me?" He'd growl out, as you stopped squirming and sucked it up. He was right, you deserved this. You tried to kill him, and all he'd done was be beside you and attempt to be somewhat of a lover to you. You looked up to him, his blue eyes lacking any gentleness or affection. It was hate, resentment, and importantly: lust.

That's when it hit you that you were a stress reliever for him. Everything that he kept pent up he always let it out on you, and for about a month now he hasn't had it. You'd reach out, gently tracing your fingers along his scars using your quirk to calm him and watch his eyes soften as he quite literally melted under your touch. He'd land on top of you, caging you underneath him with his arms, he exhaled a strained snarl before snatching your hands from his skin.

You couldn't help wincing once you felt the familiar burning sensation of Dabi's quirk in action yet again as the blue flames licked against your skin, at least it wasn't a third-degree this time.

"It was you, wasn't it? My agency, they called then it went up in flames." He didn't answer but you knew the answer by the way he buried into the side of your neck. He always did that when you accused him and he was guilty. You'd chuckle to yourself but yelp when you felt his teeth against the soft skin of your neck, suckling your skin.

You'd squirm as a familiar heat settled itself in the pit of your stomach. He huffed as he finally moved away from the purple bruise he left on your skin. His lips trailed down until he reached your exposed collarbone, chuckling before tracing his hands against your caramel skin sending chills down your spine. He'd kiss, lovingly at that, along the caramel curve of your breasts.

He'd yank you to the edge of the bed, moving between your legs with a focused look in his glimmering eyes. "Dabi, are you mad at me?" He'd chuckle before you'd feel a burn against your thighs while sinking his teeth into the soft plushness of your inner thigh. "Oh darling, I'm fucking furious." The sweet name rolled off his tongue, making you quiver when paired with his teasing licks over your soaked panties.

He paid no attention to your face, his main focus being on the slickness accumulating from your dripping hole. His hands traced up over the stretch marks gently decorating your skin so beautifully before burning off the panties, his tongue grazing the soaked slit before sliding his tongue up to your neglected clit. His mouth was warm and wet against your sensitive bud, making it grow under his expert tongue his suckling sent waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body, and core. The entire room felt hot, and it wasn't helping wherever his hands traced left heated burn trails. You'd run your fingers into hair, yanking it to where his tongue pressed against your hole. "Dabi, please I want it. . ."

"Shut it, I'm still pissed at you." He'd yank your arms away again, pressing his tongue into your hole. Your flavor flooded his tongue, making him lick and devour you hungrily. Your eyes rolled back, your hips subconsciously bucking against his tongue as it buried into your wet hole. Ecstasy, that's all you could describe the feeling at this moment. The waves of heat that swallowed you and threatened to keep you at this moment while your climax built up in that tight ball. You panted like a bitch in heat, your legs trembling as your fingers intertwined in his black hair. "Dabi, I'm. . . .I'm-!"

"Shut up, loud-ass slut. Come if you wanna come so bad!" 

He'd say before continuing to devour you, his tongue digging into your spot just enough to send you tottering over the edge in waves of heat. You'd throw your head back, sending your curls flying wildly behind you as you rode out your orgasm and Dabi's face. Your legs closed around his head like a vice, keeping his tongue in your hole while he drank you greedily. He moaned into your nether lips, finally able to pull away with an exasperated breath.

His lips and chin were a mess of your nectar and saliva, but a smirk was on his face now. He'd notice his jacket hidden poorly, but laugh as he moved to take it and pull it on. He'd once again hoist you over his shoulder, humming as he slid his fingers along the walls setting them ablaze. "Dabi-?! What are you doing?! My apartment!" "I let you have too much freedom last time, but don't worry. I'll make it so that I'm the only one you can lean on. Then you'll never leave again." 

He'd laugh as he carried you away, ignoring your cries and pleas while the building went up in flames along with everything you'd known up until now. His sick, twisted laughter filled your ears before you felt a hard force against your head, the inky blackness flooding your senses and knocking you out.

[1908jmd]

What do you like about Blaine Anderson

Oh my favourite subject!

I like that he’s full of charm and wit and charisma and good looks, and people fall for him at first sight.

I like that he’s not just Kurt’s boyfriend but he develops into a character of his own, with different loves and interests, vulnerabilities and strengths.

I like that he’s an excellent all round performer, and can make any song his - usually improving the original. I love that he plays the piano and uses the skill to entertain friends and accompany friends.

I like that he wears his trousers short, and I like that he wears no socks, and he wears red shoes with his outfits. I like he wears old men cardies, and comfy sweaters, and tight pants. I love how he looks in a diva outfit, a Cheerios outfit, a Dalton blazer, or dressed in tiny Wham shorts or in Freddie Mercury leathers.

I like that he uses a metal knife and fork and not plastic, and has excellent table manners.

I like that he gets stroppy with his brother for the way he treats him. I like that he can be a total dork and not understand what is right in front of him.

I like that he tells his best friend Sam what to do to improve his life, and he listens to Sam’s advice on things to improve himself - not to wear a bow tie, or to stop villianizing himself. I like that he ignores Sam’s advice not to give Kurt a huge proposal.

I like that he isn’t bothered by Tina crushing on him and doing silly things because of it. I like that he looks out for her and encourages her to go for things he knows she wants, even if it doesn’t work out.

I like that he’s willing to share the spotlight with his friends and doesn’t look for all the attention for himself, to share the stage at big events.

I like that’s he’s not afraid to stand up in front of a crowd of strangers and support his boyfriend when he really needs him, or declare his love for him.

I like that he’s a real human being and gets jealous at the thought of his boyfriend with someone else or getting someone else’s affection.

I like his hot headed passion, even if it makes him do stupid things that he later regrets.

I like his willingness to forgive people, even if they’ve inflicted awful physical or mental pain on him.

I like that he’s a leader and supports other group members and friends in what they want to do.

I like that he just wants to love Kurt and be with him forever. I like that he wants to be loved and valued. I like that’s he’s willing to work on himself and improve himself to be a better person for Kurt.

I guess I just like Blaine Anderson.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

It's meta time! So let's spit some facts today.

*SPOILERS FROM THE MANGA ABOUT SHIGARAKI, DABI AND TOGA'S PAST.

You know Midoriya Izuku wants to save Shigaraki Tomura, right? Well, but you are not sure if anyone else from the League is going to get a redemption arc. I'm not sure about it, because Horikoshi can always do as he please and go wild, but for me, at least Toga and Dabi have a set up for a redemption arc.

And they have an specific person to help then with that. You know why? Parallels.

Tomura parallels Izuku all the way.

"You can't be a hero because you don't have a quirk?" check.

"Now I have a quirk but it's too strong for my and its destroying my body?" check.

"My mentor was pressuring me so much that I almost killed myself once or twice, so I'm learning how to do this my own way?" check.

"We were chosen to carry a burden we're too young to be carrying and now we're stuck trying to solve the past mistakes of our generation?" check.

And there's more. Their connection with Nana Shimura. The way they formed their found family at the same time. The way at the beginning they were trying to win over an impossible enemy and ended up with their arms and legs hurt pretty bad. There's a lot to unpack on here, okay? So let's keep moving.

Yet, Shigaraki and Izuku are not the only parallels between heroes and villains in this story.

Uraraka Ochaco and Toga Himiko are parallels too. Young ladies that are surpassing their families expectations, because in the bottom of their hearts they want to make them proud. They're also fighting to become what they want to be, they're in love with Izuku because he inspires them. They want to make the world a better place, they want to protect their friends, they're enthusiastic and hardworking and very powerful. They are clever and fast, they don't even need their quirks to defeat you.

But most important: Ochaco is the person Toga goes to when she needs to talk or when she's trying to understand how hero society works.

Time and time again, Toga has opened up to Ochaco because she feels if someone can get her, it's this wanna-be-hero that's so much like her. There's respect and admiration in there. Ochaco respects Toga too, she sees her as an equal. So they can talk and understand the other. Well, maybe Ochaco has some problems with understanding Toga, but the more they interact, the more Ochaco is able to see Toga for what she is and not for what people told her she was.

Same goes for Dabi when it come to his parallels with Todoroki Shoto.

If there's someone that knows what Dabi went through, it's Shoto. Same settings, same problems, same mistakes from Endeavor. The only difference is that Shoto was able to say no and was given a way out, because his family was traumatized after what happened to Touya.

Even when their personalities are different, Shoto is the one who sees Dabi for what he is.

I've already explained in this post that Shigaraki, Dabi and Toga are unable to cry most of the time and that it is a wat of dehumanizing them. The minute they cry, that become human again and the heroes are able to see they need saving.

Izuku saw Shimura Tenko crying. He saw the thing no one else is able to see, the representation of Shigaraki Tomura not as the villian, but as the victim.

Ochaco saw Toga Himiko crying, even if only for a brief second. She saw pass Toga's mask, she saw the girl that only wants to be saved, the girl that's trying so hard to fit in, the girl that only wanted to be valid. Ochaco saw not the villian, but the victim.

And so did Shoto with Dabi. Everyone else can imagine what Dabi went through, but he doesn't have to. He knows. He suffered that way too. He knows better than anyone what his father is capable of. He has a sacr proving their mother is also to blame, for she was negligent. He knows what is like to be isolated from society and to be so caught up in your anger that you can't see anything else.

And he saw that in Dabi. No, he saw himself in Dabi. He saw himself when he was at the sport festival, too busy thinking he needed to win, to busy thinking of his father and how much he hated him. He saw someone who needs to hear "this is your power" to be free, because Dabi didn't have an Izuku to snap him out of it. He didn't have a friend to help him find a way out. He has the League of Villains, but Dabi refuses to let them in mostly by fear, but also because what would they know?

But Shoto knows. That's why after that, on the hospital, when the whole Todoroki family gets together to talk about Dabi, every member of the family calls him that: Dabi. Except Shoto. He says Touya-nii.

"Let's stop Touya-nii together".

The rest of the family, because they want the Touya that they remember, even when they let that Touya died, they can't see Dabi for what he is. Shoto can. Shoto has no memory, but he's been there in almost every encounter with Dabi.

If there's something every victims wants is for someone to see them and reassure them. When you've been abuse as a child, you are not sure of yourself. People will make you think you're overreacting becuase your family will always take care of you, you know? They love you.

That's bullshit, but okay. The kid doesn't know that. So they need to hear someone telling them "you're right and they're wrong, your opinion and your hurt is valid, I see you, I see what they did to you".

For years now, Shigaraki, Toga and Dabi lived in the shadows, unrecognized. Now, Izuku, Shoto and Ochaco finally see them.

Not the villains, not the demons, not the people they made in their minds based on the media and the things other people told them.

Izuku knows Shigaraki better than anyone else. In fact, apart from AFO and Doctor Ujiko, Izuku is the only person in the universe that knows Tomura at all. "You look like someone who needed saving".

Ochaco is the only person that knows Toga. The things Toga has told them, no one else have heard them. And Ochaco saw Toga for the girl she is right there, a girl her age wanting thing Ochaco wants too. "Right there, in that moment... She was crying". A human capable of feeling, not a demon.

And finally, Shoto is able to see the tears Dabi can't cry. He was face to face with his brother, so close he was almost dying. But Dabi didn't kill him, Shoto saw that. Dabi doesn't even care about Shoto, even when his family told him Touya tried to kill him. No, deep inside, it's all Endeavor's fault and Dabi knows it. Alone with himself, Dabi talks about Fuyumi and Natsuo with affection, he calls Rei mom even. Still, he calls Endeavor by his whole name, not father. And when it come to Shoto, he only says his name, like he's a stranger, because they are strangers. Shoto and Dabi doesn't have a real connection yet. The only thing that brings them together and the only thing that keeps them apart is his father. “Let's stop Touya-nii together”. He believes in Touya's redemption.

The three little heroes do. They began to see life's not about villains and heroes, but about victims and misunderstandings and about people with different opportunities. Izuku is the one who sees it clearer. He thinks about all the time he could have avoid things getting worse, if he only knew what the villains were going thought.

It only takes one bad day, after all.

One bad day and someone who was meant to be a hero becomes a terrible villian.

And it takes a million days, but someone who used to be a villian can also become a hero too.

[the-wintershade]

in another life (I surely was there)

pairing: loki x reader summary: he wants to create a new world and he needs you -- loves you, but love is corrupt and he fails to realize the corrosiveness of his affections. wc: 3.1k+ genre: slightly angsty, dark, unhealthy desires, villian!loki

The first thing he learns is there is always darkness in the dawn. 

Thrown onto the ground after portaling to Joutenheim, he cowers in the face of danger and death but swallows the unnecessary emotions with a pearly grin. There’s nothing that grin can’t repair, can’t magically fix. 

They speak, the giant’s red stare burning holes in Loki’s perfectly concocted excuse. He bites back his unrestrainable irritation and partial embarrassment and continues with the facade hoping that they’ll grant his true desire. 

….

He watches it in your face. 

Your eyes zone onto his and he feels the anger, hurt, disappointment vibrating in the air around you — even if you are several feet in front of him. Your chest heaves, blood stains your brow crimson, and your eyes curl with darkness, conjuring every hateful emotion available to you. 

But you smile at him, lips painted red. And it’s the smile that frightens him the most. 

It’s not a smile of joy like he’s used to, but a smile with the promise of retribution, with the inkling of death and the promise of a deep, chilling anguish. 

He knows he shouldn’t have left. And you turn away from him, throwing yourself back into the slaughter, defending the innocent while he watches, rooted in place, afraid — not by you but for you. 

…

You ignore him. 

Even when beaten to a pulp and unable to lift a leg muscle, you refuse his help. It is the captain who carries you to the safety of the jet as you cling to consciousness. 

He feels how desperately you sway between life and death and hovers around, wanting to fight the man of black with a sharpened scythe. He can’t take you away, you still have sinners to punish, breakers of justice and righteousness to cleanse. 

Your work here can’t be done. It’s barely begun. 

He watched you go into the fray, punching wildly, impacts of limbs constantly striking you, repeatedly, without stopping. He would have stepped in if you hadn’t been so, so—

Your eyes peel themselves open and a moan escapes your mouth and it’s like he’s breathing again for the first time. They don’t stay open long enough; he needs to feel that wrath inducing stare pin down. But he can relax. You’ll pull through, he’s sure of that. 

….

He finds out quickly that everything won’t go back to normal with flowers...or chocolate...or a gem refined by the dwarfs. 

Nothing brings you back to him and he eats every present he brings you with no eye contact, no acknowledgement, and no indication that you’re aware he’s here. 

He feels hollow, invisible, a ghost to forever haunt an unbeliever. 

Bandages nearly obscure your face and now he feels horrible for leaving you and the others to fight the demon spawns of some alien race. He may have made a terrible mistake there but he couldn’t comprehend how you could ignore him so well. 

He couldn’t understand how you frosted over in one day and now you were an impenetrable block of ice that no amount of warmth and care and heat he produced, you wouldn’t crack. 

He was supposed to be the heartless one, not you. This was wrong.

…

“Why are you avoiding me? Why are you trying so hard to be as far away as possible?” He breaks the tension in the air, splitting the unspoken rule of silence established when it was just the two of you in a room. 

It wasn’t like him to talk about motivations or ideas behind doing things. It wasn’t like him to bring up conflict. He was doing a lot of things he wasn’t used to doing now. 

You glared. There was nothing in your eyes that gave the inkling of a promised answer. 

He took two steps forward and you crossed to the other side of the room. 

He felt it then. The split, the divide, the chasm that had opened between the two of you. 

You wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing at all. And he was still holding onto who you used to be. Both stuck in limbo. Both trapped in each other. 

Instead of saying anything, you exited the room and Loki just stopped and stared. Maybe it’s time to give up. Maybe it’s time to let go. 

…

You fall through the air. 

And you smile. 

That’s the first thing he finds strange. The second is your obvious lack of concern for your own safety. Because you used to warn him all the time to protect himself and be careful, always with a hidden undercurrent in your words. 

Loki wasn’t good at emotional attachment so he brushed away your warm eyes, easy to fall into, and did whatever. 

Now he feels what you must have felt when he was being reckless. Uncertainty. Fear. 

The wind whips your hair and Loki only hesitates a second in horror before catching you and teleporting you to solid ground with him. 

He holds you firmly, but you still refuse to pay him any mind. “Don’t—“ he breathes raggedly, as if he’d run a mile in the past few seconds. “Don’t ever do that again.”

He watches you fragment. The walls you’ve carefully built fall for a moment and only a moment before those soft, open eyes shift into a predatory, hateful gaze. 

You shake out of his arms and weave out of his reach. “You should have let me fall.” You toss over the back of your shoulder and it’s the first time Loki can remember the echoing staccato of hurt. 

…

He doesn’t leave. Not this time. Not even when the whole team is beaten senseless. 

Not even when his skin is turning all shades of black and blue and his legs crumple under the strain. Not even when this battle is going so far left that he’s certain that you’ll all be overrun.

He bites back the bile worming its way through his throat and cuts down another monster, a twisted creation he likely had some involvement in sending there. His fingers ache from gripping harder than necessary on the handle of his knife. He lets them flex, breathing against the tight cage he forced them into.

He’d missed it. It was too late for any reaction as it sunk into his abdomen. 

He couldn’t scream. Oh no. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of a whimper or a plea for forgiveness. He was already light years past that now. 

Besides the quick response of his limbs that move on their own to drive his weapon down to the hilt into their throat, the pain is still there. Blooming. Spreading faster than he anticipated. 

The monster had gotten him good. Better than he could have done while he was paying attention to you.

You were like Tyr himself, a devastating figure of little remorse and brute strength. He knew what that power could do to a person. Its fuel lies in the deep recesses of the mind, midnight ebony and bloodstained red colliding to produce a substance of deep scorching pain. Yours spilled right out of you; it was like he could see it. Like it had a tangible shape, a shadow that clung to you, echoing your movements like a spectral warrior.

And it was impressive and so out of character for you. 

Loki was awed by you once again and that awe led to his own demise. Figures.

He’s not bitter about it all, hitting the ground, watching vermillion soak his clothes and bury into the earth. He’s not devastated that his one true wish might not be fulfilled. 

He’s thankful. For the first time in his life, he’s grateful to watch you become the force he knew you always could be. 

He’s just sorry that he might have been the catalyst for such change.

…

“Loki.” Your face contorts in determination and a firm pleading. “Loki, can you hear me?” He would have thought this was the afterlife, the final test, the final trial to make everything right before he would inevitably be sent to hell. Then he saw the red smeared against the corner of your mouth and knew, oh, I’m still breathing.

He sees no traces of real concern on your face and his own falls at the absence. He just wishes he could make it all right. That he could change that stupid wish he’d made so many weeks ago.

But he was bound. 

There was nothing he could do to get out of it all. He’d be stuck until the plan was fulfilled. 

“Don’t die, okay? Just-” He watches your face contort in a mixture of pain and anxiety. For the first time in a while, he believes that he may be able to peel the darkness back, beat his doubts and the voices in his head warning him that all this will be for nought.

But they always return, always creep along in the back of his mind, circling like one of Odin’s devout warriors, ravens ready to devour a meal.

He’ll lose you, one way or another. 

And that terrifies him more than the blue skin and red eyes he knows he has. It scares him more than his brotherhood with the giants of old and their unnatural complexion — his unnatural appearance.

He’s doing this all for a reason, a purpose that he can see, but others can’t. He doesn’t fool himself that you’ll be able to see it too.

“Hold on.” Your words warm him. He doesn’t feel the sting of the cold when you’re near. He can trick himself and believe that he’s human, not the being of frost that hides beneath the pallor of his glamour.

And when your hand slips into his own, bolstering ice with flame, he breaks in two. He’ll lose you. He knows you’ll leave him too.

…

He can feel you there, right next to him in recovery. He’s well aware of the scorn that the members of earth’s defenders have given you. 

He almost wishes that you would run away from him, cast him off like everyone else does. But a bigger part is thankful that you stayed, even if it’s selfish, even if the end will be bitter.

Your hand is right there next to him. It lies limp on the bed, your head lolled to the side in your slumber. His hand crosses the space separating you from physical contact and grasps your hand in his.

You stir, eyes blurry and dark, waiting, coiled and ready to spring. Gently, he brings your hand to his lips. He feels the darkness stir underneath and in a few days time, everything will fall into place.

He’s just sorry it had to be this way.

“I love you.” He’s not lying when he says it. He’s not saying it because it will win you over, not because he feels obligated to. He’s saying it because it’s the truth. 

There’s no grin to hide behind, no smile to cover up a trick. Just him and you and the truth.

Your eyes widen but the guard is still there, the walls are still up. He notices the black splotches in your irises recede for just a moment and then the moment’s gone.

The Avengers think it’s a side effect of a monster bite and the black veins, spiderweb bruising, and your general temperament will return to normal. But it won’t. You’ll be consumed and if you don’t fight your way out, you could die.

But he doesn’t see that in your future.

You’re too strong.

Your eyes watch his, waiting for the trick, for the moment the cat is out of the bag. When you don’t see one, your hold on him tightens. The words never come out of your mouth and he’s not sure that you can fully reciprocate his words, but you feel something and it’s strong enough to keep you within reach.

He’s thankful that you’ll share this moment together, that maybe this memory won’t be soiled when the change happens.

…

You’re gone.

The change came a few days later and Hel was right there, as was originally discussed, ready to take you for when the time came, when the final days of asgard were in sight.

He flashed that charming smile at his sister and tired to bargain with her. He knew that not seeing you was apart of the plan, that for this to work in accordance with the frost giants he would have to avoid seeing you.

But that wasn’t enough for him. He was greedy, what could he say?

It’s why he was doing this all in the first place.

For the greed of power, of recognition, of the world paying attention to the insignificant brother next to the heir to the throne. It was for the world to forever know his name. He was greedy and selfish; he wouldn’t deny that.

But he was even more greedy when it comes to you. He didn’t want to let you go. He would fight, tooth and nail, to hold onto you.

But Hel, holding your almost completely corrupted figure from falling to the ground, refused. She said no.

You were her warrior now and you’d be a powerful force at that.

And then she sank into the underground, dragging you, her slave, down with her.

The hole in his chest grew that much larger and without trying to, he fell to the grass where you just stood, gripping it firmly in his fingers, feeling the gap between you grow that much larger.

…

It’s been years now. Odin is dead. Ragnorak has begun.

His face is bloody and he no longer hides who he is, no longer denies his true self from the world. 

His skin is a deep cobalt and his eyes burn like rubies set ablaze. He runs with his brothers, no longer ashamed, no longer afraid of the wrath of the Asir. He’s free to burn down his false home as he chooses and Hel has brought her warriors.

The thought of you crossed his mind a few times, wondering where your face would be in the crowd, what powers you would have, how dark and twisted you might have become.

He still feels horrible, but it was for a purpose.

Somehow he hopes he’ll live long enough to see you again, when this is all over, when he’s able to explain everything.

…

“Loki?” He cradled your broken body against him, smoothing the hair and grime from your face. The black lines receded from your face and you were no longer a demon. Loki now looked like the frost giant he was. It was truth to truth, no cover ups or falsities. “Why did you abandon me?”

Abandon?

No, he didn’t abandon you. He helped you work towards a higher purpose. He endowed you with something greater.

“No, no. I didn’t abandon you, (name). I helped you. I made you something greater.” He watched your eyes unfocus and waited before you were able to speak again.

“You lied and corrupted and hurt me. You made me a monster who does horrible things. You dragged me into a war that had nothing to do with me.” You lolled your head over in his direction, the ebony lines weaving in and out of your pupils. “You killed me. My death is your fault.”

He almost dropped you. This was nonsense, slander. You couldn’t be serious. You had to see it his way now. This was necessary. The world was evil and abandones others, but he was there to make it right again.

The world needed a new world order. He was going to give it to them.

“No, (name).” He pulled you closer and gazed deeply into your eyes. “I love you. I want greatness for you. I need you here with me.”

You laughed, laughed harder than you should be able to while on the brink of death. Your hand came up to cup his cheek. “You were always the gullible brother.”

You transformed in front of his eyes and in your stead, Hel stared right back at him. “Like my little performance? I thought that your broken human would be a great way to fool you.”

She streaked against the ash on the ground and Loki stood up, watching her with malice. As he made a dash in her direction, he ran into a bubble, a forcefield of power locking him in. A cage. Another cursed cage.

“You didn’t really think that you’d come on top of this battle.” She smirked and then scoffed at the shock on his face. “You’re too weak brother. You’re too naive. You think you know everything when the person you should have been asking about death was me.” His eyes burned and stinged. “If you want to wipe the slate clean and rule this new world, at least pair with the right person to accomplish your goals. The frost giants never needed you; they needed me. I am going to rule this new world while you sit here in this prison for the rest of eternity.”

He slummed, defeated, tears of shame ready to coat his face. “Oh, and while we were on the subject of your precious little human, you should know that she was wonderful. So much potential, so much power and strength. It’s really a shame that she fell. I was fond of her.”

She smirked when he crumbled. “Tootles, darling.”

Waving, she walked away into the darkness, into death, what she lived and breathed, while Loki sat, in the remnants of Asgard, wondering how he could have thought that this was going to end up any differently.

And as he turned, he found you, sprawled on the ground, a hole in your chest, eyes staring right at him asking, how could you, how could you, how could you? 

I love you, I love you, I love you.

…

100 years have passed and he still sits in this forgotten cage in a forgot era. He’s let out from time to time, completing one job or another, but he’s eventually locked up again, doomed to live a lonely existence.

He still sees that face. He still sees your eyes that used to shine.

Loki knew you were aware that he was up to something, that he’d betrayed you somehow, that your story and his were intertwined forever. 

And then he sees the darkness take shape, how you’re taking risks you didn’t used to, how your nature changed.

He realized that’s love. That’s what it does to people. Love won’t save, love will corrupt. The name of love means nothing, trust means nothing, and he was foolish to think that you would understand.

But he would find another.

Maybe someone a little stronger, a little purer, and a little more in love with him. Maybe he’d find someone who understood and in the next 500 years, he’d be able to win this time.

Maybe the 6th attempt would be the charm.

a/n: hi, it’s been a while. I hope you’re taking care of yourself and taking the time you need.

I love you. It’s good to be back. 

~Ruby

[floralkittygambler]

Reposting for reasons

Response to Honest’s post here: Doing this to spread this awareness more as I know theres a bit of a rift in the critical community - plus I really fucking go on. Im PISSED and I do apologise however it NEEDS urgent addressing. I know people will hate me for it but Im used to hate and honestly? Hating rather than helping to solve the issue only furthers my fucking point here. So yeah this is so more people are aware (no offense to any of those involved in said rift either, but this is an important message. Thank you for understanding and if I can do anything to make all sides comfortable, then please message me and I’ll do my upmost.) “ More awareness of this is needed. Even if it’s your favourite, you can’t justify their shit but rally against another’s shit. Have people tell you you’re experiences arent real or invalid because, like Husk, people have - in real life - shipped you with someone you are far from comfortable with but you still treat them like a person. Because you have basic respect. And people force you to accept harassment, touching, stalking, advances for THEIR satisfaction. People use you for their fantasies. But you’re just a ‘tsundere’ for it. Or you have addiction issues but people think being with another addict will ‘save’ you because you’re apparently too incompetent to save yourself. Love isnt some magic fuckin cure so stop romanticising it as a fuckin saviour. It’s gross and fuckin creepy. Get stalked and have someone NEVER accept your no just because you show youre still decent enough to not treat them shitty or any different from anyone else. Try having someone way older or way younger (both in morally fucked up ways) advance on you and people encourage that. People you’re supposed to feel safe around.

People touch you when you pull away or show discomfort. Follow you home. Have pictures of you and wont accept you dont like them like that and it’s not ‘playing hard to get’ or ‘the thrill of the chase’. Fuck. OFF. In fact, Im not only disappointed in the fandom. Im disappointed in the entire team who some should know better from their OWN personal experiences - or at least the bare minimal of being a fucking adult. Im disappointed in especially females (sorry idk whether girl or woman is more appropriate here-) who statistically are more likely to have experienced something similar at some point in their lives think this is a cute gay moment. No. Angel is made out as a fucking predator - Im not saying he is, Im saying that his persistence is very fucking unwelcome like one. People like Husk dont need that fucking invasiveness. They/We need patience and someone on our level. Angel’s I know are the fuckin polar opposite - and some of them I know are very sexually harassing, including unwanted touching. It’s a shitty way to present gay people. Gays are fuckin people. Some are cunts and some arent. It’s a HUMAN thing. But considering the shit theyve been subjected to, presenting a gay as a victim only to also show them as a perpetrator is insulting! And for those Ive seen argue this about how people like AD wouldnt know how to express their love normally and whatnot? His pig. His best friend. He’s in his fucking 30s. There are literal real life criminals who get molested as kids and then go on to molest kids. Not all who grow up like that turn into nonces. Stop just fucking STOP justifying and romanticising this bullshit! I used to see the good in AD but now he makes me fucking sick. Especially with my verrrrrry fucking real traumas and connections. But fuck me, eh? Because this fictional guy matters so much more. Fuck real victims. And whilst we’re at it, fuck AD too when it suits your fetishes! Sarcasm aside, the fans and the team need to straighten up their abhorrent behaviour. Stolas. Fucking clearly having an affair, knowingly fucking up his daughter’s mental health and bribing a guy into sex who only wants the book and nothing more. He even has a fucking warning button over Stolas- Guys, how do you think any of this is cute? Even the team gross me out- I genuinely see potential and talent and it’s all gone to shit to satisfy horny teens, horny adults, and literally everyone who doesnt for the life of them understand being an adult is more than sex, drugs, violence and swears! I REALLY want to keep enjoying HB/HH but it’s getting harder and harder with such ignorant and bordering lazy creators (note: lazy as in wont do the fucking research or actually listen to real criticism and victims), such despicable fans (yeah, some HDers fuckin mocked that they triggered my ED, yet they had the fucking NERVE to support Angel’s potential ED AND laugh and blame me for me getting treated so badly for actually having the balls to call Angel and the teams hypocrisy. I got told to kill myself, that my problems arent real - oh but Angels apparently is! Which... They *are* but AD isnt real so technically only onlookers will suffer and not a drawing  - and they just excused their toxic behaviours. These people are like “aww poor angie babey!” yet fuckin INSULT sex workers. All this red in Hazbin yet it feels everyone and they mama colour blind. The issues are getting worse and fans are outright becoming EVIL, VILE, Vindictive little bullies - from kids to adults. You SHOULD be ashamed of yourself if you conduct yourself in such a manner. And you need to readjust your attitudes and behaviours because the only fuckers getting hurt are actual fucking victims. Ever been violated and been gaslit so much you STILL fucking question it’s reality? So you drown that shit out yet somehow it’s effects still hit you? Fetishise it. Make it your uwu gae couple goals, you’re no better than people believing Harley and the Joker werent toxic af. If this shit happened to you, most of you would actually SEE where we’re all coming from. Also, stop making gay a fetish - you’re like those creepy old men in the alley heckling lesbians to make out so they can wank off. Gays, no ALL the LGBT+ are fucking people too. So dont give me that bullshit then start turning everything just gay or just straight to mentally wank off to. It’s degrading and dehumanising. And yes, fiction does effect reality. You crush on a fictional character? Mourn one? Support one? Hell, fuckin jerk off to one - that’s affecting reality. Remember how in fiction all blacks were treated as villians? Look how theyre treated IRL. JAWS, great classic unfortunately their was a spike in shark killings over a fucking movie - the shark in the movie wasnt even real for the most part because they dont behave like that! (Also the animatronic was so shit they genuinely had so many issues - I think they even took to naming each one! Some fun trivia there!). Tiger sharks are more nasty than great whites as tiger sharks will hunt and eat a human. Great whites prefer seals and dislike human flesh, they just mistake us for seals. Hell, theres the toothless basking shark - theyre often SWAM WITH by divers for being so friendly. Yet Jaws made people think all sharks are bloodlusting over humans. Slenderman was created for a fucking contest and that influenced a stabbing (NOT Victor’s fault). Watch a horror movie that isnt based on a real life event and tell me that at least ONE has left you peaking over your shoulder. Stella may be a bitch - we dont know for certain - but try getting cheated on. Y’know what? Try growing up in such a broken home like Octavia. Yeah reaaaaaal fucking cute now, huh? Funny how as well y’all petition for male victims to be taken seriously then laugh when fictional males experience this abuse, further adding to stigma. You can be hit on by the hottest mf on the planet but if you arent interested, that should be respected! Also we’ve all been inspired by at least one fictional character so yeah. Yknow, since I was little Ive been fighting for sex worker and homeless rights. But HH/HB treatment of both leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ll still fully support sex workers and the homeless, but that’s the fucking effect this show is having. Bearing in mind I wont ever share everything Ive been through - and I shouldnt fucking have to in order to be believed and validated (obvs proof is required in a legal case but that’s a whole other topic). Why should I share MY fucking pain especially when you fuckers have belittled and triggered it more so? We have our rights to our secrets but fuck ME you lot NEED to start acting appropriately and like decent fucking humans. ‘iTs HeLl’ yeah and welcome to Earth- the team and yourselves live HERE. You obide by THESE rules. And as someone with beliefs (and a LOT of ancient fucking texts and studies on this shit) their Hell isnt even a proper Hell! It’s closer to purgatory and even then it’s not. Regardless, it’s a poorly built world with the lore consistently changing per episode and tweet, with many plot holes, and is apparently easy to get into - even via accidentally watching porn according to a stream. If youre gonna parade youre a fucking expert and research into demonology and use real believed figures, at least get THAT right. In fact, Lucifer and Lilith (and Stolas tbf) are ESPECIALLY risky as theyre a lot more complex than most easy access texts will tell you. Likewise, Stolas’s first introduction and main focus is sex. He’s one of the FEW Goetia demons that dont have some involvement in relationship issues at ALL. He’s known for astrology, crystals and herbs but hes also known to aid MONEY troubles (it’s lesser known but it’s true! HB Stolas is an insult to the Prince). Turning Vodou into something evil is vile considering it’s powerful and liberated slaves. Pentagrams are nothing to do with Satan, they’re magic based sigils. Upside down cross is the symbol of a SAINT. It’s just some edgy attempt to trick people into believing they know more than they do. Also you should NEVER dabble and doodle sigils without knowing the meanings or respecting what they behold. Vox and Val, real fuckin cute way to make them look like a stupid fucking highschool drama instead of a fucking SEX TRAFFICKER (note: real pimps often target YOUNG folks too - aka minors - and groom them into sex work. Theres different types of pimp. Viv has shown barely any understanding of ‘the game’ and its a fucking insult to injury. Yes we KNOW what a fucking pimp and prozzie are! We dont need to see it. We need REAL AWARENESS.) and a fucking scheming bastard of a CEO salesman botman. And yet even THEN lets go a step further and make some yandere wuv on boyfweind aboose! Fuck off- Now I love a good anime but these tropes are getting fucking dangerous now. And unrealistic to real love and relationships. Kids nowadays know fuck all on a healthy relationship (neither did the fuckin 50s tbf) and Im seeing more romaticism and glorifying abusive situations. Like the show ‘You’. Ok, there’s a fuckin bloke online who slaughtered innocents and kidnapped yet people commented how cute he is on his IG and that they want to be kidnapped or killed by him next. Dont believe me? Look up Peter Manfredonia Connecticut and the comments people left him and then tell me why shit like whats being presented in HH/HB ISNT fucking concerning - because it is. For a series about redemption, it’s brilliant at the opposite (Quote from the creator herself, Viv has posted that it’s influencing her bad choices. Even as a joke, proof’s in the pudding). And the overall focus on sex in the way Viv does is so immature and really creepy, and this is from an ADULTS perspective. From one adult to another, Im concerned as to why any of them think this is a normal fixation. Then again they’ve hired quite a large amount of dodgy folks and even a child. Most of this shit gets avoided with a basic background check like most companies run. I DO like Hazbin. Or the premise. I love some of the cast and spite the others. In Helluva, I just like a tiny portion of the cast. And I critique it so harshly because Viv DOES need a wakeup slap, grounding to reality, people who arent going to big her up or kiss her arse for once and shape her up to be the best she can be. The actually reach and even surpass her potential. And to reach where you need to be, there’s a lot of harsh lessons youll face. That’s life. Shes chosen one of the most HEARTLESS industries and if she blocks out critique as ‘hate’ then she’s not strong enough and wont last. It’s just another unprepped YanDev again (except I dont believe Viv to be a nonce. Even with her dodgy past and dodgy present, I think her perspective on sex and relationship with sexuality is FAR from healthy BUT I dont believe she’s a pedophile. Ive bled my fair share and so far, I just think her sex perspective isnt healthy or mature for her age. But there’s little to nothing to suggest actual noncery - dont worry about accusations there. But YanDev is totally a dirty predator. Just clearing that up). Viv NEEDS some harshness and stability if she wants to do things right. And it’ll make her fucking cry but if she loves these projects as much as she claims to, then you’ll sacrifice blood, sweat and tears for that shit. Even the strongest points are mediocre at best when properly observed. She CAN do more, but she’ll have to face the harsh music. Viv wont see this, but if she does, I dont care if it upsets her. Why? Because this is that much of an issue - something she’s cultivated - that she needs to take action and not ignore it or be secretive about it. She needs to grow up and get tougher skin. Im not saying this to cause her pain. In fact, I wouldnt waste my fucking limited time if I DIDNT care. Trust me, I have duties to be met at a certain quota every single day. I say this shit only because I give a shit and care. If we met, she’d fucking hate me. But people like me are good for shaping people up to their potential. And we arent always this ‘tough love’ either. But when someone needs that level of harshness to help themselves, we’re not afraid to lose people or cause upset if the results end up being the best for them. If she ever saw this, she needs to re fucking evaluate her message, her story, and those she’s choosing to welcome into her circle. And all Im seeing is one rookie mistake after the other. Her paid patreon discord. Just like the messages Honest has posted on her side of being harassed (not in Vivs fyi), Ive experienced shit and bullying and even stay silent on their for being attacked for a group I fuckin paid to be in and yet I feel isolated. It’s all arsekissing and ‘thank you viv’ (thats an actual channel-) and it feels like a place of borderline worship and people trying to appease her 24/7 whilst kicking others with different opinions down. There’s so many I love but I aint kissin yer fuckin arse. Ask the closest friend I have - we’re fucking raw and wont just side with each other just because. We’ll call each other out if we think they’ve fucked up and then help each other build themselves up better. Because real fuckin people who actually care wont just want to be adored by you. They’ll care enough to point out your bullshit and help you, even if they upset you at the time. They’re real and upfront with you. People like us arent always the easiest to be close to either because we arent afraid of upsetting someone if it’s in their best interest and to help them. Likewise, we dont go out looking for fights either. Most times, we’re fuckin soft bastards- All this shit listed is the fuckin surface level of the real life hell of this fandom. And unsurprisingly, those who experience little to no toxicity have always been higher on that popularity ‘food chain’ - enough admirers and shared opinions that people wanna arse kiss regardless of their OWN feelings as well as neutral perspectives. I’d say you’re the lucky fans, but you’re not. You’re sheltered, and that isnt always the best way to be sadly. As for the fans. If Ive upset you. Well... I dont care. Because many of you have actively sought me out and weaponised my traumas against me. You never cared about my feelings then. Why should I care about yours? Im not doing this out of malice. Im fed up of humans behaving so pathetically yet claiming to be high and mighty. Most of you have been arseholes to those in and out of the community. The victims and non-victims alike. Hardly any of you considered once my real suffering. You put a drawing over a life. Many lives. You had the audacity to tell me Im full of shit. Some even using my real traumas to make a mockery of me and those Im around with a very similar history. Some with traumatic histories that differ from my own. You hardly ever considered the real lives of those effected. So no, Im not sorry for having the fucking balls to this day to still stand up for our rights and give us a voice that’s long been stolen. Im not sorry for being a fucking victim. Im not sorry for saying what desperately NEEDS voicing. And Im not sorry for not conforming to you or any fandom just to belong. We deserve better than to constantly be your fuckin arse monkeys (well... the trope is butt monkey but yknow-) and to be mistreated, misrepresented and harmed by you. You’re no different to the school bullies who give speeches on anti-bullying day. And I hope every single one of you starts looking into yourselves and improving. PS: Depending on the texts you read, Lucifer is said to have been redeemed or to be redeemed. Fun fact to haunt yalls with~ “

[moghedien]

Ok so I have a lot of thoughts on the Witcher and this may not be coherent or concise at all but I’m gonna TRY

So overall my review for it is “VERY GOOD.” If you want to read the books first and are wondering how far you should read before watching this, definitely read the two short story collections (Last Wish then Sword of Destiny). You don’t have to start the saga itself. This season covers the short stories and some things that happen between them and Blood of Elves, but doesn’t actually get into Blood of Elves itself. That’s just if you want to read the books first of course, I don’t feel like you necessarily have to. It might help make certain aspects clearer earlier on and also give you some appreciation for certain things, but its not necessary. 

I’m gonna get into spoilery things about the show and also some things/people that are likely to happen/show up in the next season. If you don’t want to know any of that I’d say stop reading now. If you don’t care, then here goes. 

So the first thing I want to talk about is probably the more...I don’t want to say controversial aspect but the thing that people don’t seem to like and criticize it for, and that’s the timelines. So the show jumps between the point of views of Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri throughout each episode (actually Yen isn’t in the first episode but is in all of them afterward). Each of them have their own storylines and each of those storylines are happening at different times. For instance, in the first episode Geralt’s storyline takes place decades before what’s going on in Ciri’s. The main problem I see its not made immediately clear. There’s do “ X Years Later...” or “Then...” popping up as they cut back and forth between the stories. I didn’t realize that was the case until halfway through the first episode when I heard a comment Renfri made about Calanthe that set the time up as compared to where Ciri’s is at. The problem most people have with that is the lack of clarity and the confusion at not immediately knowing what’s going on. I don’t really think that’s a problem though. 

I wouldn’t have necessarily been bothered if they had used title cards to clearly set the timeline up, but I think how its done is the better choice. I think using title cards might have suggested that Geralt and Yennefer’s stories are just backstory/exposition to a main Ciri storyline. Having them all have equal footing feels very intentional and I feel like is better for the storylines and the characters. Also, I don’t think its bad to assume that your audience is smart enough to figure things out, and its ok as an audience to be somewhat confused and not immediately understand everything that’s going on. As long as things become clearer over time, I think that’s perfectly reasonable story telling, and probably better than just spoonfeeding information to the audience. The show gave enough details to show you the timelines were not linear throughout each episode. As I said, I figured it out in the first episode with the comment about Calanthe. Other episodes make it clear too by showing characters that have already died or places that have already been destroyed. Or showing characters as children in Yennefer’s storyline who in the same episode are adults in Geralt’s. The viewer will figure it out eventually, even if they miss the first few details that show this. It’s not bad or wrong to ask the audience to actually watch the show and pay attention to what’s going on. Having them think about what things mean and what’s going on is a good thing. 

Also, I think the non-linear story telling really did a good job of making sure the audience spent time with all of the main characters throughout the show. We knew who Ciri was before she was even born. Had it been linear, we would have gotten little of Ciri until the end, and I really liked being able to build her up as a character and have her experience things throughout so that when the ball gets rolling next season, we already understand her and spent time with her. It makes it clear that this is as much her story as Yen or Geralt’s. They’re all given equal footing throughout and built up as characters throughout, that balance couldn’t have been accomplished with a linear storyline just because of the fact that Geralt and Yen have lived so much longer than her. 

I feel like I should talk about the characters more but I’m honestly not sure what to say except THEY GOOD. 

I will say that I was nervous about a few things with Yennefer. I was afraid that her deformities being corrected would be framed as her glow up and that would be when she really becomes the Yennefer of Vengerberg we all stan. I’m very pleased to say that wasn’t the case. We actually spent a lot more time with Yennefer pre-magicial spine surgery than I expected and while you do see her slowly becoming more and more the character we know over time, she really begins to become peek Yen before the transformation. She has somewhat of a shell to come out of, but she’s pretty clearly Yennefer the entire time and I think that’s fantastic. I really loved that her backstory wasn’t just “look at this sad girl. don’t worry she’ll be hot one day and then you’ll all see.” It could have so easily been that and it wasn’t at all. 

In general, I think Yennefer is really well done. I loved Anya playing her and I really like that she was so unapologetically Yennefer. She rubs people the wrong way and she does not care. No excuses are made for her, but also she isn’t villianized for it. You understand why she’s doing things. You understand why she’s like this. You either accept it or you get out of her way. 

Her motives of wanting to have a baby is a cliche and for good reason. Even knowing it was part of Yennefer’s character beforehand, I was still like “yeah ok.” But I really did think the show did a good job with it. Her wanting to have a baby wasn’t some off handed thing that came from no where and had no reason to affect the character as much as they wanted us to believe it did (*coughcough* Black Widow). It’s not just about the baby with Yen. It’s made clear that she just wants control over herself. She doesn’t necessarily want the baby, she wants the ability to decide to have a baby. She sacrificed the ability to decide in order to do something she thought would give her more control and power, but it didn’t. So she removes herself from there and from the influence of the Brotherhood, and tries to find real power that she has complete control of. But she tries to take back the one thing they still have that’s hers, which is the potential baby. 

But then, it is also about the baby to Yennefer. Or not the baby, but the person that it would be. Someone who would rely on her, and who would need her, and for whom she would be important. Lovers come and go thus far in Yennefer’s life. They’ve proven to be not as reliable as she’d hoped. But, of course if she did have a child, she would be the most important person in that child’s life for a significant amount of time, if not for their entire life. Her dream wasn’t to be a mother; it was to be important to someone. Being a mother would just make it all the more certain for her that she would be important to at least one person. So yes, its a cliche motive for a female character and for good reason, but they at least made it make a whole lot of sense for Yennefer. And it’s gonna really add weight to when she does meet Ciri and really becomes Ciri���s mother.

Speaking of, I am in awe of how the show ended, which made it explicitly clear that Ciri and Geralt’s relationship wasn’t the only one being guided by destiny. Yennefer’s relationship with Geralt and Ciri is equally destined. Geralt and Ciri have one exchange with each other. The first and only thing Geralt says to Ciri is “People linked by destiny will always find each other,” and the first and only thing Ciri says to him is “Who is Yennefer?” Then is cuts to his face, realizing that there is no reason she should know that name. No reason that she should bring up that name except that Yennefer is also destined to be part of this relationship. Then it cuts to black. They didn’t even introduce themselves. They didn’t even say their own names to each other. The only name mentioned in this exchange is Yennefer’s, who is not even there and who has no reason to be brought up now, of all times. Only, there is reason for her to be brought up now. Because Yennefer is Ciri’s mother. They are linked by destiny as well, just as she is linked with Geralt and Geralt with Ciri. They are both Ciri’s parents. End of discussion. Destiny has decreed it as such. I loved this ending, so damned much. 

Geralt, I feel like could have been so easy to get wrong. He could very easily be made into the broody man archtype. Geralt as a character has always been that to an extent, but I think it more plays with that idea. He quite literally plays with the world’s assumption that he is a hard, emotionless man that just cares about himself, but it’s obvious that isn’t actually the case. His moral code is defined pretty early on, and you see that he cares deeply about people and the show gets that right. And as much as I don’t like Henry Cavill as a person, I do think he plays Geralt well. 

The other characters, I am pretty satisfied with. Jaskier/Dandelion was cast so well. I wasn’t expecting quite as much of Tissaia as we got but I liked all that was given. I really was NOT expecting Vilgefortz to show up, much less be Yennefer and Triss’s new father (thank you so much Triss Merigold for that comment). Triss I adored and I really loved the actor playing her. Respect her or fight me. Fringilla, honestly what the fuck she was terrifying but we can’t help but stan. Honestly, I’m glad we got Triss, Fringilla, and Sabrina all making clear appearances and having roles established for them, because it really gives me hopes for the Lodge of Sorceresses in future seasons. I will cease to be corporeal if/when we get the first meeting of the Lodge in (most likely) two or three seasons. 

Speaking of the Lodge, everyone who has paid attention to my blog at all knows I’m so sad that Philippa Eilhart isn’t in this season but I gotta admit that was probably a good call. The only places she really would have shown up was in the scenes in Aretuza with the Brotherhood and at Sodden Hill, and she really had no reason to be either place. First of all, we would have been introduced to her character there and for what? A few shots of her yelling at people in the meeting or fighting in the battle? Adding her character there would have taken away from the established characters we already had there, and frankly probably would have been a waste of her character introduction. 

As it is now, there much potential for her when she does show up. She can, first of all, make the proper entrance that she deserves. Second of all, it adds some tension between her and Yennefer and the others. She wasn’t at Sodden and they were. Imagine the bickering that will occur when she comes in and puts herself in charge of situations. Imagine it. Revel in it. I could eat this hypothetical tension up with a spoon.

And of course I can write two paragraphs about a character who is NOT in the show, because I am first and foremost a Philippa Eilhart stan account and secondly gay, which is basically the same as that first thing I said. 

As an adaption, I think it did pretty dang good. There are certain things I’m kind of sad got changed. Like I’m so sad that Geralt’s introduction to Yennefer wasn’t her hungover as shit in a trashed hotel room, naked in bed at noon, and demanding he bring her some apple juice. But at least there was apple juice! The short stories themselves would be tricky to adapt outright, and frankly not all of them are really important, but some of them are very important. Adapting it like this was a good move. Because this season (and I hate to phrase it like this because it really makes it sound unimportant or like its just exposition) is basically a set up season for the next, which appears to be when they’ll start adapting the saga itself. We get the important stories of Geralt and Yen that take place before the saga and we get more of an introduction to Ciri than we really get in the books. Having this season be basically the short stories plus the events that took place immediately before Blood of Elves was a good call I think. 

Overall, I loved this show. Like, a lot. Like, I watched the whole thing in a day, and I think I’m going to go watch it again after I post this. I think it’s really faithful and true source material that people love while not isolating the people who are being introduced to the Witcher saga with this. It doesn’t really hold hands or make efforts to seem overly familiar to the audience (its not trying to be game of thrones and people can just shut up with that comparison), but it’s not gonna be work to watch and enjoy it. I really did love it, and I am so relieved that they already have the second season confirmed because knowing what comes next, I know the second season should be even better.