#love the twisted up bullshit of how villains approach life

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i know I'm still technically on Mage time but... urge to draw Andrea. Becoming present...

[sunnynwanda]

Black hole: The End

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: reality manipulation, mentions of repeated deaths (in many lifetimes, sort of), poisoning, drugging, revenge & murder. idk if half of these even are warnings, but just in case.

When Villain said that eight months would fly by, Hero did not comprehend just how fast that would be. In the course of the seven months, Villain had told them about every redo of their relationship, all of the weddings they'd had - a big traditional one, an impromptu ceremony at a carnival, a public Hero & Villain wedding at the city hall, no wedding at all, a wedding in a park, and many more. Each and every one of their weddings had been different, yet every life of theirs led to the same result - Villain watching Hero die by nightfall on that godforsaken day. Always poison, with no explanation where it was coming from. Villain wasn't stupid and tried any food or drink before allowing Hero a taste. At the very least, they should have died as well. A much more preferable outcome, if you ask them.

It was lucky Hero always retired about seven months into their relationship, although the asshat of a mayor never seemed to stomach it well. Villain had no need to disrupt public peace anymore either - the aforementioned asshat was enough on his own.

Though the trauma of it all was taking its toll on Villain, who became more paranoid as the date approached. There was only a month left to their thirteenth wedding, and the realisation hit Villain stronger than ever. They grew more suspicious of every person around them, not letting Hero out of sight for longer than a few minutes. They barely left the house leading up to the dreadful day, barricading inside as if fate could be impeded by the walls Villain built around them.

With only twenty-four hours of their shared life remaining, Hero had had enough. They look up at Villain sitting on the couch across from them. With a huff, they get up, strolling over and all but falling in Villain's lap. This earns a light chuckle from their betrothed, but Hero isn't deceived by it in the slightest. They see the stiffness in Villain's shoulders and notice the harsh line settled between their eyebrows. With an overly enthusiastic smile, they intertwine their fingers before speaking.

"Come with me?"

Villain's surprise is tangible. They squirm under Hero, twisting to wrap their arms around their lover's waist. "Where to?"

"Does it matter?" Hero questions, nuzzling into the crook of Villain's neck. Villain shakes their head, a soft sigh leaving their lips before they press them to the top of Hero's head. "Then come. I want to take a walk."

"Hero," there's a warning in their voice and underlying concern, both overshadowed by Villain's willingness to follow them anywhere. As long as we're together. 

"Cut the bullshit," Hero's voice intrudes their thoughts harshly. "I won't stay locked up anymore."

"Just one more day," Villain pleads, arms drawing Hero's form flush against their chest. "One more day to keep you safe."

"No," they attempt to sound determined. Villain can tell they are. To think they found that stubbornness charming once! That was before Villain had to watch them die twelve fucking times. "Come with me, or I'll go alone."

"Not a chance, love," the words barely roll off Villain's lips when Hero springs up, pulling them to follow.

"I knew you couldn't say no to me," Villain knows there's a smug smile plastered on their beautiful face without even looking.

"Not fair," they whine, which earns a near-cackle from their beloved nemesis. "You are not supposed to use that against me."

Hero glances at them over their shoulder as they lock the door and grasp Villain's hand again, dragging them along. "I never played fair, did I?"

"You're the hero!" Villain exclaims, but there's no offence taken. Villain knows they are being silly, but their dramatics are well loved by Hero.

"So what?" Hero is as nonchalant as one gets when they shrug, tilting their head to the side with a taunting wink. "I'm an asshole, deal with it."

Villain laughs, drawing them close and leaving a lingering kiss on their temple. "God, you're lucky I love you."

Hero can't help the smile stretching their lips. "You sure I'm the lucky one here?" They muse before taking a turn and coming to a halt in front of a small chapel tucked discreetly between taller buildings. They lead Villain towards it.

"What are we doing?" The barely forgotten concern resurfaces in Villain's tense tone. Their eyes dart between Hero's face and the chapel in front of them. "Hero, why are we here?"

"For a secret matrimony, of course," they state matter-of-factly. Villain is very much speechless. "Something we should have done from the start. Say you still want to marry me."

Villain wants to argue, but a look into Hero's eyes tells them it's pointless. "Of course I do."

Less than an hour later, they are back on their couch, wrapped in Hero's arms, their face pressed against Hero's chest so they can listen to the steady beat of their heart.

The morning of their 'wedding day' comes inevitably soon. Villain wakes up to a soft kiss on their forehead, tears immediately welling in the corners of their eyes. They blink those back and swallow the lump in their throat, wallowing in a haze of apprehension. They are already married, and Villain would be relieved had they not experienced it precisely like this before.

"Promise me something," Hero's hand wraps around their neck, demanding their full attention. It's almost noon, and Villain cannot calm the tremor in their lungs.

"What?" They dip their head, their forehead is cold from nervous perspiration as it comes to rest against Hero's warm one.

"Don't try to save me," despite the softness of their tone, Villain jerks back, eyes stinging at the slap of words thrown their way. "Let me go."

"No way in hell," they don't even have to think, their mouth acting on instinct as their hold around Hero tightens, sure to leave bruises over their sides.

"It's okay," Hero caresses their cheek, eyes never leaving Villain's. "I've been the happiest for eight whole months. And many more that I don't remember. That's more love than I ever hoped for."

"No," Villain repeats, shaking their head to hide the angry flush rising to their cheeks. "I can't. Never."

"Please, Villain," Hero's voice cracks at the sight of Villain's crestfallen face. "You need to move on."

"No," their eyes are watering, but Villain cannot bring themself to care anymore. "No, Hero."

"You can't keep living stuck in a loop," Hero reasons, their point falling flat because Villain doesn't care. "It's been 8 years, Villain! You need to let go."

"No!" Anger flares to life in Villain's eyes. Their entire body shudders at the thought, trembling hands clutching Hero as if that will keep them in place. Right next to Villain, where they always belonged.

"Villain, please," Hero watches the first of many tears roll down Villain's cheek, their eyes softening. Their hand moves to wipe it away. "I love you. More than you will ever know. But you need to let me go. There's no other way."

Need?

Not once in the eight years they've been fighting for Hero did they consider that. They cannot believe Hero would even suggest such a thing. Unless... Oh.

"I won't watch you die again," Villain claims, seeming to regain their composure, strange coldness overtaking their features. They meet their spouse's eyes with newfound determination. "This time around, I'll be the one going."

"Don't say that," Hero begins, an uneasy feeling settling deep in their stomach. Dying couldn't possibly hurt more than watching Villain crumble.

But, before they can continue, Villain interrupts. "I mean that. If one of us has to die then it'll be me."

With a shake of their head, Hero collects their thoughts and does their best to sound stern. "You can't do that. I won't let you."

"Just like you've been doing all this time?" The statement catches Hero off guard. They freeze in Villain's arms, lips parting in shock. They cannot have... "Whatever do you mean?"

They know they gave themself away the moment their high-pitched question reaches their own ears.

"It seems to me the reason I fail to save you in every damned life is because I take heed of everything but one key component of this day," Villain's voice is eerily calm, almost serene in its rage. Their eyes tell a different story, failing to mask the tempest storming behind them. "You."

"Villain..." Hero's chest must have caved in because they fail to inhale no matter how hard they try. The air around them feels scalding hot, burning its way up their nose and down their throat, watering their eyes and threatening to rip free in harsh sobs.

"You didn't remember," Villain states, seizing Hero's wrists to keep them standing close. "But each time, you chose me over yourself, didn't you?"

It's not truly a question because Villain knows. It's in Hero's power, for god's sake. Taking away others' pain, wounds and injuries, inflicting them on their own body instead. It makes up half of their sacrificial personality, and yet Villain couldn't fathom they could take it this far. It took them eight years of their fucking life and twelve do-overs, but they figured it out. Fucking finally. 

"Not this time," when the handcuffs clink shut around their wrists, Hero's knees buckle under them. Power dampeners. They clutch Villain's arms, pleading wordlessly, their vocal cords trembling too hard to make a purposeful sound. Villain shakes their head, unrelenting. They envelop Hero in their arms, and Hero leans into their chest as hot tears break free, spilling out in crashing waves. Villain caresses their hair, not letting go. "Not this time."

"Villain, please," Hero's plea is cut short when a needle pierces their neck. Their vision blurs, the light slowly fading from around them. "Sleep, my love. Just one more night."

***

The sun dances against their eyes, spilling past open curtains and making Hero frown in confusion. They never leave them open - neither does Villain because they know Hero cannot sleep unless it's pitch black in their room. Hero was the happiest person on Earth the first time Villain did that for them, made the effort to remember.

They stretch their arms up, allowing their muscles to snap into place as they yawn, still groggy from too long of a sleep. They peel one eye open and turn to glance at the clock when a sharp jolt of pain runs through the side of their neck. It's when their hand flies up to press over the sore spot that they remember the events of the previous day. With a toscin booming in their ears, they sit up, panting as they watch the ring on their finger.

No.

Please. No.

The room starts spinning at an ungodly speed, with them caged in the very centre of it as the walls seem to close in on them, threatening to crush the roof over their head, burying them under the debris of what their life could have been.

This cannot be happening.

They couldn't have slept through Villain's death. They couldn't.

Not after saving them twelve times. Not after draining the poison from their lover's mouth into their own every damn time.

Hero's mind flashes with years' worth of recollections, all following the same route.

It's them kissing Villain at their first wedding as they cradle their head, sobbing uncontrollably. They made sure to leave a little bit of poison in them that night so Villain wouldn't remember.

Them kissing Villain in the middle of the ceremony before the priest allows that one time when it was the wine at the church that was poisoned.

Them kissing their spouse in the car as tears streamed down Villain's face 'cause that wound was nowhere near fatal. Hero was supposed to be fine, which they were. Villain was not. Hero had to kiss their pain away - that's what they do. Over and over again until their body collapses.

A choked cry escapes their trembling lips, the sound of their laboured breathing filling the empty room. Tearing their gaze from the ring that feels unbearably heavy around their finger, Hero covers their mouth, allowing tears to stream down their face and clutching the sheets when their hand lands on a lump next to them.

"Oh, my god," Hero jerks back, but as they begin to process, the lump moves, turning around with a half-asleep expression plastered on their face.

"'My spouse' would suffice, but as you wish, my love," they mumble, still out of it. Hero squeals as realisation settles in.

"Villain!" They grab Villain's shoulders, shaking them awake with an impossibly wide smile on their tear-stained face. Villain's eyes widen as they take everything in. "Wake up, you idiot, we're alive!"

Villain chuckles at that, smiling at them adoringly before pulling Hero down onto their chest.

"We seriously need to stop saving each other," Hero mumbles into their skin. Villain cannot help the tears of relief that escape them. They will tell Hero they had to murder the mayor in the most slow and deliberate way possible for all of the years of their suffering, making them choke on their own poison. And Hero will not oppose or jail them. In fact, they might even thank them. But that can wait. The whole damn world can wait as they move forward with their life because they... they've waited far too long.

Villain wraps their arms around Hero's form, shaking with happy laughter as they pepper kisses onto their hair until the sun is well over the horizon, marking the beginning of a new day.

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A/N: And here it comes, the final. I did not anticipate this story to turn out they way it did but oh well, sometimes they have minds of their own xD I hope you enjoy this and thank you for reading! xo Sunny

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[therainscene]

Will Byers: Be gay do crime, amirite?

Growing up means putting away childish things, choosing between marrying a woman or remaining celibate, becoming a wage slave with no free time, and accepting that this is how life works.

Fuck that!

Will would rather spend his time doing things he actually enjoys with the people he loves, and if he has to break some of society’s rules to do so... well, clearly the rules were bullshit to begin with and deserve to be broken.

But the spark of defiance we see in the van is a smoldering ember compared to the fire of S3.

Will jokes about Vegas and D&D, but that’s all it is -- a joke. Getting to spend the rest of his life with Mike has begun to feel like a silly fantasy, akin to using superpowers to commit fraud as a minor.

It doesn’t occur to him that Mike’s cries for help could be because he wants to escape comphet, not be pushed further into it. He weeps quietly over his self-inflicted heartache, back turned and mouth smothered, like there’s something unreasonable about his feelings.

What happened to the brazenly authentic boy who openly admitted that he expected to spend his life with Mike? Where’s the offended boy who called Mike out on his performative heterosexuality? The furious boy who screamed and sobbed and swore as he felt society’s homophobic standards closing in on him with all the inevitability of growing older?

Will is authentic and headstrong, but even he is getting slowly crushed under the boot of forced conformity.

Some of the GA think this is an acceptable outcome; just an inevitable part of growing up gay in the 80s. It’s realistic and relatable. Great queer rep!

Others decide that Will should become a villain -- after all, hasn’t he earned the right? The narrative has done nothing but torture him, so doesn’t he deserve to go a little apeshit? As a treat?

Henry Creel: Be gay do crime, amirite?

Henry is scathingly critical of society’s rules. He refuses to compromise his true nature by playing along, and no amount of punishment can force him to change.

His backstory is presented in a way that makes it difficult to sympathize with him -- I mean, ok, maybe he didn’t deserve to be jailed and tortured when he was just a child, but surely the Soteria was necessary, right? He’s dangerous.

But the real threat that Henry poses isn’t his willingness to kill -- it’s the power he has to rewrite the rules. And both he and his oppressors know it.

By locking him up (forcing him into the closet), torturing him (subjecting him to homophobia), and implanting him with Soteria (castrating him), they stripped him of agency and reduced his options to a rock and a hard place:

Continue suffering in obedient silence.

Go apeshit and commit whatever atrocities are necessary to escape. Embrace his role as the villain in a story where people like him aren’t allowed to be the heroes anyway.

(Hmm, those are same options that Will is expected to choose from. What an interesting yet surely meaningless coincidence.)

The tragedy of Henry’s story is that he did end up conforming to the rules in the end.

He didn’t choose the option his oppressors would have preferred, but he did choose an acceptable one -- he became the monster they’d already branded him as. Once upon a time his fellow outcasts might have gladly allied with him, but now they’re forced to stop him.

I love the symbolism of this shot. El’s rainbow is larger and pushes Henry back, while his is upside down, foreshadowing how the battle is going to end -- but more than that, it symbolizes their approaches in battle.

The motivation that Henry is using comes from the same place as El’s -- a desire for self-preservation, to defy authority, to fight for the rights of fellow outcasts -- but his has been twisted. He advises her to use a memory of injustice that makes her feel angry and sad...

...and while it’s very effective, it’s not enough. It isn’t until she thinks of a memory that makes her feel loved that she’s able to gain the upper hand.

Interestingly, the lights surge around her as she does this, bathing her in an ethereal white glow:

It fits the symbolism of the rainbow room perfectly -- after all, what is white light if not a focused rainbow?

But more importantly: where have we seen this before?

Will Byers carries the light with him wherever he goes, because he has the benefit of something Henry was cruelly robbed of: the unconditional love and acceptance of his family and friends, which helped hinder society’s efforts to crush the authenticity out of him.

So why should Will suffer the same fate as Henry? What’s stopping him from being the hero and earning the happy ending he wants, instead of the tragic ending homophobes expect him to settle for?

Like Henry, Will has the power to rewrite the rules -- and this time, they’re actually going to be rewritten.

[nellie-elizabeth]

The Handmaid's Tale: The Wilderness (4x10)

Oh boy. I don't even know what else to say. Just. Lots of stuff happening here.

Cons:

So, obviously I'm going to talk about the Fred situation, but I actually want to start by saying there was a logistical weirdness with the end of the episode that kind of troubled me. For one thing, and this is just a script decision I don't understand, why does the mailman open the mail and see the severed finger and wedding ring? Why not have Serena opening it so we get the full impact of the horror? That just felt odd to me.

And then... the ending. June comes back to say goodbye to Nichole, and says she's leaving in five minutes. My initial read on this was that she was going to go and face the consequences/get locked up for what she did to Fred. But then I realized that made no sense, and maybe she's instead going back to Gilead to get Hannah? See, the problem here is that a) I'm bored of Gilead and want to keep the story in Canada. And b) June's connections with Lawrence and Nick seem to be able to get her a lot of things... it feels like it would be a relatively simple matter to snatch Hannah and run at this point, wouldn't it? The narrative stakes feel uneven, after what we saw June was capable of orchestrating in this installment.

Also just going to go ahead and say that as this was a finale, I was a little bummed not to have more time with certain characters. No Janine update, and only sparse screen time for Moira, with no mention of her love life at all.

Pros:

Okay, let's start with a smaller detail: Mark Tuello has been more of a narrative device than a character for most of the show, so much so that I kept forgetting his name. I don't think this is necessarily a mark against the writing or acting. He's meant to be representative of the slow-moving arc of justice, of a neutered American government trying to do its best. But here he came to life for me, in two moments. One when he asked Serena to explain her decision to stay with Fred. And another when June shows up outside his house and he has an outburst about how she's crossed a line, and then apologizes for it.

He's a person. He's dealing with a lot of fucked up people, and traumatized people, and he's trying to prioritize the greater good while seeing the very real personal consequences of Gilead's atrocities up close. I just really liked how he was utilized in this episode; it almost felt like a culmination, happening quietly in the background.

And then there's Fred Waterford. It's hard to really put my finger on why Fred is such an unsettling villain, but I think it has something to do with the fact that he buys his own bullshit so easily. He's really incredibly gullible. When he and June have that chilling scene where they both say they "miss" Offred, Fred is 100% buying what June is selling. June is... not even that good of an actor except when she has to be, but Fred genuinely, actually, believes that they had something approaching a relationship of mutual understanding back when June was his literal sex slave in Gilead. And June plays him like a fiddle. He's utterly shocked by June showing up at the end and kissing Nick. It never occurred to him that June, a person he repeatedly reminds everyone is duplicitous and sneaky, might be involved in some greater scheme.

And why? Because he really is that full of himself. He has every reason to believe that the world will keep catering to his needs, that he will, again and again, be able to dodge the consequences of his actions. It's always been true in the past, hasn't it?

That's the genius of Fred as a villain. He's not playing three-dimensional chess, he's not someone you can just "outsmart" and be done with. It's his worldview, this absolutely unshakable belief that he is a good person. He even apologizes to June in this episode, but it's not in a way that holds himself accountable for his behavior. It's more in a "I'm sorry you suffered, I do regret that aspect of it" kind of way.

There's something so twisted about a zealot whose zealotry is tied up so intensely with his misogyny that he looks like a caricature of a sexist man when you see him talk, and yet he's not playing it up. That's really how he thinks! Just imagine it.

But also... holy shit, that scene at the end was brutal. Can't really blame June for it, I guess, but it was tough to watch. Not because I felt sympathy for Fred, but because I felt sorrow in my heart for what he'd driven these women to. I hope they get some measure of peace from his death.

I think (and kind of hope) that Season Five of The Handmaid's Tale is the end. Not because there's not a lot here to enjoy, but because it seems like we're reaching a culminating moment for June. Getting back to Hannah has been the driving force of the show, and now June is right on the edge of achieving that.

There's a lot more I could say, but I'm keeping this one nice and zippy for the moment. See you next season!

9/10

[shaymcsudonim]

Malevolency

A rant on psychology and wild speculation on the motives of the Dark Triad.

More under the cut.

(Trigger Warnings for trying to find good qualities of fictional mass-murderers)

The dark triad as Personality Traits, and the Dark Triad’s personality traits.

Part 1: Selfishness, Callousness, Button-Pushing.

I took no psychology classes whatsoever in school, and therefore was completely blindsided when I learned that the phrase ‘Dark Triad’ is a psych term. These three personality traits (self-centeredness, sociopathy, and manipulativeness) are called ‘dark’ because they are thought to be particularly malevolent.

Specifically, as the fandom has already deduced, Black Clover’s Dark Triad has Dante as Narcissism, Xenon as Psycopathy, and Vanica as Machiavellianism.

Like most things in psychology, this strikes me as complete and utter bullshit. Personality traits are just that: traits. A trait is merely a descriptor; it holds no moral value.

Narcissism, for example, means that someone is self-centered. This could mean that someone with this trait is monstrously selfish, since they might only care about their own desires. However, what of someone who cares primarily about their reputation? Or about their own adherence to a moral code? Or an artist who only cares about their art and how it reflects on themselves? Preoccupation with the self doesn’t necessarily equate to positive or negative behavior.

Sociopathy, as the second trait, primarily implies a lack of empathy. But, in all honestly, if someone is only a good person because they can mirror neurons to simulate the feelings of others… then they aren’t really a good person in the first place. Empathy as a morality chain fails when empathy fails, especially when combined with xenophobia. Would sociopathy potentially make it harder to learn helpful social habits? Perhaps. Or, a lack of empathy could lead to a more considered and logical approach in determining what is owed to other people, an approach which would not fail with faltering emotions. After all, Agape, the highest form of love as reckoned by the ancient Greeks, was characterized by the presence of caring and the lack of emotion.

The third trait, Manipulation, is probably the most neutral of the three. After all, being able to read people and predict and/or guide their behavior is a valuable skill for anyone. If a school principal, for example, is skilled at reigning in the behavior of their students, through positive and negative reinforcement, we would call them a ‘Good Leader’ rather than a ‘Manipulator’ but it mostly comes down to the same thing. A con man is a ‘Deceiver.’ A showman is merely ‘working the crowd.’ Social manipulation itself is merely a tool, and can be employed for any ends, moral or immoral.

So, to summarize, the so-called ‘Dark Triad’ of personality traits are not inherently moral or immoral, but rather descriptors of various personality styles found among characters of any given archetype.

Part 2: Dante, Xenon, Vanica.

Okay, so I’ve mentioned this before, but the Dark Triad have not met the expectations that I had for them as villains. Specifically, they show more heroic traits than I would have guessed.

That brief flash that we got of Yuno’s infancy in the Spade Kingdom offered a glimpse at the young Dark Trio. Dante, Vanica, and Xenon were high-ranking soldiers who worked together. They’re wildly unpopular, because of their violent methods. Yuno’s parents and those loyal to them hold the three siblings in contempt.

Honestly, I suspect that this might just be garden path foreshadowing. There is an incredibly strong possibility that the Spade Royals are evil. (They sent the Dark Triad to crush a rebellion. Why was there a rebellion? What policies were they rebelling against?)

Not evil in the sense that the King and Queen are outwardly malicious or unkind to most of their underlings, no. And, of course, they both love Yuno and are doting parents.

However, those traits say jack-shit about the Spade-King and -Queen’s moral character.

The fact that the Zogratis siblings are relatively young, that they work together at the same rank despite being related, doing a job they’re absolutely apathetic about with as much gratuitous violence as possible… to me, that hints at some sort of conscripted service.

Clearly the Spade Kingdom is aware of demons, as it mentions that two of the demons from the current arc used to be humans from the Spade kingdom. I would consider it a strong possibility that Nacht learned the Devil Binding ritual in the Spade Kingdom, or at least that the ritual itself is a Spade Kingdom technique.

I bring this up to say this: there is a strong possibility that the Zogratis Siblings were gang-pressed into becoming devil hosts for the benefit of their kingdom, with the threat of their siblings being killed if any one of them rebelled.  

Because, while they certainly seem to have been twisted by their life experiences, the Zogratis siblings show far more compassion than I anticipated, towards each other, towards their enemies, and towards their devils.

When they form their plans to take over the continent, the siblings are able to do so without egos clashing or jealousy over power differentials among themselves (when Vanica, at least, could draw our fewer percentage points of Megicula’s power than Dante could of Lucifero’s). When Xenon saved Dante from Yami, he cradled him in a horrifying bone cage, instead of carrying him by impaling his limbs as he did to Yami and Vangeance. It’s subtle, but I don’t get that undercurrent of hostility towards each other that I expected to see before the time-skip.

When talking to their enemies, Vanica remains relatively hostile, but Dante and Xenon almost seem sympathetic, at times. Dante tells Asta that they should be able to understand each other because they’re both devil hosts, Xenon tells Yuno that he’s not weak, he’s just facing an overwhelmingly strong opponent.

In terms of their devils, we haven’t seen much of how Xenon operates, but Dante and Vanica seem much more cooperative and friendly than I ever would have guessed. For example, Vanica said that she cursed Loropechika ‘for Megicula,’ not in exchange for anything, or under threat, but presumably simply because the demon asked. Not only that, but Vanica doesn’t seem distressed in the least when Megicula possesses her. The two of them even have a friendly conversation, where Vanica explains her desire to change plans, Megicula asks clarifying questions, an accord is reached, and Megicula even throws out a parting compliment. The two of them are clearly drift-compatible, despite their obvious personality differences. In that same vein, Lucifero and Dante speak in a cordial, straightforward manner, though we only see a single conversation between them. (There is also the fact that Lucifero didn’t seek out a different host after Dante was defeated).

And so, this brings to my mind my current theory for why the Zogratis Siblings went berserk and massacred the spade royals and most of the palace guard:

The Dark Triad were considered sacrificial soldiers for the sake of the Spade Kingdom’s prosperity. Their colleagues and superiors viewed them as dead soldiers walking, and treated them with all the courtesy they were thought to deserve (ie none). The Zogratis siblings were isolated and kept under rigid control, to keep them in line.

However, the High Ranked Devils that they hosted reached out to them in genuine partnership, which possibly even turned into friendship.

Various members of the Dark Triad have stated that they’re enacting their plan because they want to fight whatever humans survive in a post-apocalyptic demon world, but I’d bet that a large part of their motives also involve freeing their friends from the afterworld.

Are the Zogratis siblings evil? Yes, I’d say so. After all, good qualities don’t erase their crimes: Dante slaughtered his liege Lord and most of his colleagues, Xenon massacred half the Golden Dawn, and Vanica cursed who knows how many people at Megicula’s behest.

But I expected the Dark Triad to be very different people than they are. I thought that they’d be siblings in name only, constantly fighting and jockeying for power, looking to usurp each other or push each other down.

Instead, they seem to care for each other.

I expected the Dark Triad to be constantly at odds with their demons, contracts held together by duct tape and spite, each only biding their time before stabbing each other in the back.

Instead, they seem to understand the value of teamwork.

And, it’s just, if this is what they look like, when they’ve fallen so far as to work for the virtual extinction of their own species. What were they like before the Spade Kingdom broke them?

I could very well be wrong, but we’ve gotten so little from the Dark Triad’s perspective that something horrific is almost certainly waiting in the wings. 

Especially after Nacht said he didn’t care what their motives were. Nacht hates redemption arcs, and thinks anyone who has ever made a mistake deserves the harshest punishment possible. He seems to think that most of the Black Bulls are irredeemable, describing them in harsh, unforgiving terms, when we know them to be good people. 

And the Dark Triad, while they most certainly aren’t good people... individuals like them don’t usually develop into misanthropic extremists in a vacuum. Something drove them to make the choices they did, and I’d bet that a large part of it had to do with Spade Kingdom Society as it functioned under the Royals. 

We’ll see how the rest of the arc pans out, I guess.

[villainwithinme]

Beauty Outside Pt. 1

Finally, Chapter two Part I of "The Villain Beauty Series". This wasn't easy for me to finish since there was a lot to discuss here. So, yes it will be a LONG post. I will start with beauty standards, pretty privilege, why you should still care about taking care of your appearance. And Part II I will give you tips on how to take care of your appearance. Let's get started.

Beauty standards in our society is FUCKING TOXIC. I mean look at how much it damaged peoples self esteem, caused eating disorders, get "unnecessary" surgeries, just straight up made people obsessed over looks. On top of that the beauty standards are around YT people. Because of celebrities like the Kardashians and Jenners some features that are not YT became a trend. Straight slim nose, big lips,tan skin, big boobs, big butts, slim waist. Don't get it twisted though these standards are still surrounding YT people. And these people can have pretty privilege.

Pretty privilege exists and if you don't fit the beauty standards you will get treated less than/ no one will really give a fuck about you. That's the truth about our society. Now I won't sit here and tell you that pretty people don't have it hard. But we are not here to talk about people that fit the standard are we. Yes, all of us have challenges in our daily life and our looks does have something to do with that (Obviously I am talking about certain situations). You can cuss me out all you want but this won't change how the world works. There is even a book by Laura James called "The Beauty Defense" talking about 30 women that got away with murder because of there looks. Still need more proof look up singer Kris Wu after shit hit the fan he still had fans defending him and even wanting to "break him out of jail." There are even numerous studies on how pretty people get less prison sentence, get paid more, are most likely to succeed, are most likely to get hired, and much more. Researching this topic you can see why this would be dangerous.

After reading you are probably wonder so why TF are you making a post on how to take care of your appearance?or you are probably going to be on some pity party. And I understand being in this society is EXHAUSTING but we can't be there for to long otherwise it will be damaging. My advise is to take breaks from social media and anything that can trigger you (or try to avoid). But remember running away won't change anything. My further advise won't be "It's all about being Confident" "You just need more confidence in yourself" honestly that's a bunch of bullshit. Confidence is a feeling, some days we feel good about ourselves other days we don't. The fact many people based that on how we should feel about our looks is fucked up. In the future I will be talking about the whole confidence thing on my other post "Beauty In Self Compassion & Attitude".

Taking care of our appearance shouldn't be a bad thing or feel like you are giving in to society. I want you to do this for you and not for them because your life is yours. It will also help you approach different areas in your life and can affect your mood.So start saying fuck you towards people that make you feel ashamed towards things you like to wear or just for being yourself. The way you want to dress, how you do your makeup and hair is a way of loving yourself. A way that can make you feel good about yourself. Remember what we feel inside can reflect on the outside. So learning how to have that IDGAF mentality. It will make you see that you don't have to put up with societies bullshit and especially the stupid beauty standards. You can unlearn everything society has taught you and be who you always wanted to be without feeling shame. Now despite what he did if you Google him, man was always looking fresh and had fits. Actor Mickey Rooney

Now as you can see my boy isn't the beauty standards (Throwing it out there he was also 5'2). But, he ended up marrying these Gorgeous women that were.

Now why am I mention him. Well like I said man was always looking fresh, he ended up pulling these women with his charm. But do you think he could have been with these women if he had been hesitant and insecure about his looks 🤔. NO he got dressed, didn't give a fuck and became one of Hollywood's Famous Fuckboys.

In the end we all lack something whether is looks or personality it doesn't matter. Society is always going to nitpick something. So learn how to have the IDGAF mentality.And someone that had this mentality was Kat from Season 1 Euphoria

(TBH I didn't agree on the some of the chooses she made but I ain't one to judge). As her mentality change, she started to wear clothes and makeup that made her glow and feel good . She stop giving in to insecurites or what people thought about her. And stop wearing clothes that didn't stand out and were "dull". She took care of her appearance which was lovely to see.

Conclusion to this post is take care of your appearance for YOURSELF and not for others. Don't become obsessed with looks, it will damage you. And just know that you matter as a PERSON and are WORTHY no matter how you look and hopefully these words of mine show you that. We are not dolls but humans with emotions that we should care about. And another thing FUCK SOCIETY.

You reach the end loves 💓. Right now I feel like I said a lot but said nothing at the same time. So give me feedback and let me know if I helped a bit. If not let me know what I should have added or if I said something that is flawed or wrong 🥲. Anyway loves hope to see you in Part II where I will give you tips and recommendations. See you later. 🙂

[weeb-stomper]

Won’t be Without You

Villain Deku x Fem!Hero!Reader

A/N: Hello! This is my first fan fiction that I’ve written. It’s completely unedited, so I’m sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors. Feel free to message me with suggestions and corrections, I appreciate any input you’d take the time to offer! 

Warnings: Kidnapping, imprisonment, violence against reader, language

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     A dizzying sense of nausea crashed over you like a wave from the ocean, stirring you from unconsciousness. A dull, throbbing pain in your head made itself fully known as your head rolled forward, chin resting heavily against your chest. You tried and failed to bring your hands to your face, only then realizing that they were bound tightly behind you. Jerking your head upright, you tried again to tug your hands free. Horror swept through your mind, and an attempt to kick out with your legs confirmed that they were also well-bound to the seat you sat in. The scratchy and rough material peeled away at your skin as you struggled, a slick, wet feeling rolling down your hands and collecting on your fingertips before falling to the cracked pavement floor. The disgusting, rhythmic dripping of what could only be your own blood pounded in your ears over and over again like a drum, causing you to double down and fight harder against the restraints.

    Small whimpers and yelps left your mouth as you thrashed in a desperate attempt to free yourself for what felt like hours, only stilling when you had long since used the reserves of your strength. Only now, huffing out ragged breaths and sweat rolling down the slope of your neck, did you stop to look around the makeshift prison cell. The room was dark, a small window set high into the wall acting as the only source of light. Sounds of zooming cars could be heard faintly every once in a while, their headlights pouring into the room and bathing it with artificial yellow light before abandoning to the pitch-blackness once more. In the moments of illumination you could see the bland, red-brick walls of the oppressive room, the shapes of the barrels and crates surrounding you revealed by the streaking lights. The sound of a far-away door clicking open stopped your inspection in its tracks.

     Your head shot towards the noise, panic washing through your mind, and you could see light pouring into the room from the top of a set of stairs about 15 feet to your right. Trembling, Y/N hung your head once more and clenched your eyes shut in a poor attempt to pass as unconscious. The sounds of two distinct sets of footsteps filled the room. They approached your bound figure at a steady and consistent pace, one coming to stop directly behind you while the other took up post in front of you. A rough, calloused hand slid across your shoulder, and you couldn’t stop the resulting shudder. The ensuing chuckle was far too familiar. You jerked away from the sound, tucking your head forward against your chest in a sad attempt to create distance between yourself and Shigaraki as you bucked wildly against your restraints. The thought that those killer hands had touched you, even for a second, almost caused you to pass out right then and there. Tears pooled in your eyes, choked sobs and grunts escaping your throat despite efforts to stuff them down. A much smoother hand gripped your chin, easily yanking it up from its semi-protected position, and you froze completely when your y/e/c eyes met a nostalgic set of striking emerald green ones. Confusion clouded your already overwhelmed mind.

     “...Izuku?”

     A wicked smile twisted your previous classmate’s face as he stared at your grief stricken expression, his hot breath fanning across your sweat-soaked face. 

     “Surprised?” he asked excitedly, his hand sliding up from your chin to rub tears away from under your eyes. “I’m so happy to see you, Y/N. I’ve missed you so much since I went away.”

     Reeling, you took in the sight of your childhood friend. Midoriya was crouched between your knees, easily balancing on his toes as he looked at your face with melancholic adoration. He wore a crisp white dress shirt tucked into creased black slacks, a simple belt with a small silver buckle adorning his waist. A dark green tie hugged his neck, disappearing underneath a pristine black dress vest. The black leather glove on his right hand hid the thick scars that you’d always thought were so beautiful. His wild curls had been cut shorter, revealing a neat undercut on the back of his head. He looked exactly as handsome as he had when he’d disappeared during your freshman year at U.A, almost four years ago.

     “This is where you’ve been this whole time? No one’s seen you in years, Izuku, we thought you were dead!” you spat at him, turning your head to escape the affectionate touch. “Don’t touch me!” you almost screamed. “Do you have any idea what this has been like for us? For your mo-”

     SMACK

     The coppery taste of blood filled your mouth as you sat in stunned silence, your cheek already beginning to swell. Your head swiveled towards Midoriya slowly, as if on a post, and you looked up at him with defiant eyes. He was standing again, teeth bared in a vicious snarl as he bore down on your bound form. The tension in the air ratcheted up to an unbearable level as the stare down continued, not caring about igniting his wrath at this point. You were mad, you were hurt, and there was no way he was going to let you walk away from this either way, so you were going to let him feel the full array of the pain you’d endured during his absence.

     “You’re telling me you ditched Katsuki and I to be a villain and you still hit like a sissy?”

     He bristled at the jab, fists clenching tightly at his sides as he worked to restrain himself.

     “You’d do well not to antagonize me. I’m happy to see you, but not that happy.” he said, voice laced with malice.

     “I’ll do whatever the hell I want!” you screamed. You stilled when a weight settled onto your neck.

     A hand now gripped the base of your neck from behind, one finger missing. Anger and indignation melted into stark terror as Shigaraki leaned in close to your ear, the sound of his sickening laughter biting into your sanity and making your skin crawl. As if to solidify the unspoken threat, the black detachable collar of your hero costume dissolved into ash. Midoriya crouched between your bound legs once more, fixing you with a level stare.

     “I’ll be straightforward. I want you to join the league. Be with me again, like before.”

     Your eyes blew painfully wide, mouth falling open. “You’re joking.”

     “Don’t you remember what those ‘heroes’ did to us? They bullied us, they ignored us, they called you a villain. Kachan humiliated us almost daily and no one batted an eyelash. And now he gets to be the #1 top hero? How is that fair? Why should you dedicate your life to a society that hates you? Join us, you and I can be together again.” His hand snaked up from his side to press against your cheek again, thumb running gently across your bottom lip. “We can be together the way we always wanted.”

     Your nausea returned full-force as his fingers ghosted across your face greedily. What is he talking about? Izuku had been your closest friend. He’d supported you through bullying and family crisis, self-esteem issues, classroom anxiety, and just life in general. In return you’d done the same by answering a seemingly endless stream of phone calls about the most recent heroics from the news or glimpsed on the street or supporting him through a particularly nasty confrontation with Katsuki. But despite your closeness, you’d never been or even wanted to be involved. If he had romantic feelings for you then this was the first you were hearing of it, and it wasn’t good news. Setting that aside, you decide to press this moment of vulnerability, hoping to stir some sense of the golden heart you’d always admired.

     “Zuku, is this really who you want to be?”

     He recoiled from your like you’d struck him, nursing his hand against his chest, and a jolt of fear ran through your icy veins. “Who cares who I wanted to be? I pined for hero society my entire life and they rejected me!” he bellowed, rising to a standing position to pace a few feet in front of the seat. “If they don’t want me the way I wanted to give myself to them then they should at least take responsibility for the person I became instead.”

     You scoffed at the delusional rant, anger boiling lowly behind your y/e/c eyes as you stared up at the shell of your friend. “That’s bullshit and you know it Zuku! We got into U.A, we made it into hero society! Hell, you were a top performer in the hero course! It was all within your reach, and you skipped out to join these guys!” The muscles in your neck twitched with exertion as you worked to remain perfectly still, a lifted finger dancing tauntingly in your peripheral vision. You took a deep breath and lowered your strained voice. “We never stopped looking for you. y’know. You could just come home with me. Walk away from all this right now and I’d never say a word.”

     Calm down. Katsuki’s probably out looking for me right now. I just have to stay calm till he turns up.

     At that, Midoriya stopped pacing. He turned to face you, a pained expression on his face. Striding forward, he waved off Shigaraki. You sagged against the seat in relief. The adrenaline that had pounded through your veins had been burned off, and all it left behind was absolute exhaustion. You were unable to resist when Midoriya ran his fingers through your hair, both of his hands trailing down your jaw to hold your face between his palms. He inclined your head towards him and pity surged through you at the glossy look in his once optimism-soaked eyes.

     “Do you still love me?” he asked in the most pitiful voice you’d ever heard from him.

     You leaned into his gloved palm, nuzzling it weakly. “Of course I do, Zuku. You’re my best friend. But...I just can’t do this for you.”

     He knelt down between your legs again, scooting as close as possible before resting his forehead against yours.

     “Please agree to stay with me. I won’t be without you again.”

     “Come with me instead.” you said, not hiding the desperation in your trembling voice. “You and I are the only ones who know you’ve been here, and I’d never say a word. We could make something up and go back to normal.”

     Midoriya sighed heavily. He stood up, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before walking towards the door. Shigaraki followed without a word, shooting a vicious smirk over his shoulder.

     “Where are you going?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice as he drew closer to the door.

     “If you won’t agree to stay then I’ll just have to keep you here by force, doll. You’ll come around eventually, but until then you’ll just have to stay right where you are.”

    Completely drained and unable to thrash anymore, you sagged limply in your seat. Darkness enveloped you once more as the door clacked shut, and dread ate at your gut while you prayed for someone, anyone, to save you from the man you’d devoted your life to finding for four agonizing years

[sweet-taiyaki]

His Sunflower (Finale) 🌻

Disclaimer: The song Might*U makes me feel some type of way and it inspired this finale. 

Pairing: ProHero!Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader (she/her)

Featuring: Katsuki Bakugo (Ground Zero), Izuku Midoriya (Deku), Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: You joined Red Riots and Ground Zero’s agency and you were closer to receiving your Japan Hero License. Kirishima and Bakugo come across a villain, but wanted you to standby. However, your sword was the key to beat the villain and save Japan, even if it meant your life.

Quirk: Life Vision. Can view anyone’s internal clock by their wrist.

Warnings: Violence, some language, mentions of blood, mentions of death, fluff

part 1 2 [3]

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“Come get me you, villain,” I said. There were four surrounding me. I slowed time as each of them were on their guard to attack.

TIME PERCEPTION

I slowed time as I cut holes through the villain’s quirks. One had fire that I extinguished the flames, another had a mind power that I blocked their mind control, the other had a fatal slime that I enhanced the water components to make it hurt less, and the last had guns for hands which I blocked the bullets with my sword. Even though each villain didn’t hold back, my sword found the weak spots in the quirk to defend myself. After their quirks were disabled, I used my jujitsu training to knock them out. Each one fell to the ground.

“My name is Biothythm. I will protect others, whatever the case.”

“Damn, you know how to fight,” Kirishima’s voice echoed. I took off my goggles for the villain simulation. The battle arena was spacious so that I couldn’t hurt myself or anyone around me.

“Fine, she can train here, but I’m next,” Bakugo mumbled.

“Wait—Bakugo,” Kirishima followed behind him. Bakugo entered the arena as he watched me change out of my armor. “Listen, broad. We are a two-man team that wins every time. So don’t go around telling people that you’re one of us,” Bakugo barked.

“No, sir,” I said. He cocked his head with a weird look on his face. “We stay strong and protect others, even if it means our life,” Kirishima followed. Bakugo threw some of his sweat near me. It caught me offguard, but I noticed before it exploded. “Bakugo!” Kirishima yelled.

“I need to prove that I am better than you, (Y/N). Don’t take it personally. Fight me!” I suit up back into my armor and held my sword as Kirishima watched overhead. “I think you’re the only hero with a sword. What are you some kind of—” I charged at him. I didn’t want to use my sword unless I had to. When I charged at him, he blasted an explosion in my face and stepped back. I used my sword as a shield. It seems like he is more defensive than actually doing damage to me. He keeps saying ‘fight me’ but it seems like doesn’t want to hurt me. I aim for his weak spots, which are small windows for him to gather sweat. He is very quirk reliant in his fighting style. I placed my sword on the ground and charged at him, aiming for his back. I twisted twice in a jump over him. His reaction time was fast, but I hit his back before he made a move. He fell forward to the ground. “Use your sword, you wimp,” he yelled.

I grabbed my sword. “HOWITZER IMPACT!” He sent a tornado of explosions to me and I slowed time as I concentrated my attack to the tornado. Since nitroglycerin is composed of mostly nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon, my sword can detect oxygen in most quirks to completely disable whatever is thrown at me. I slash through the explosion tornado as it swirls then evaporates in the air. “What the hell—” he mumbled. Every other explosion he threw at me, it evaporated with a sword swing activated by my time vision quirk. After he got tired out, both of us were out of breath. I placed down my sword and charged at him with a single punch. “KACCHAN!” a voice yelled overhead. I froze, but then got punched in the face. “Serves you right for not cutting me up with your sword,” Bakugo said. Two men enter the arena with Kirishima running over to us. My legs and arms froze with an ice quirk. “My sword is not used to attack. It’s used to find the molecular imbalance in quirks,” I said.

“Why are you training with a villain,” a red- and white-haired man approached.

“No, Todoroki,” Kirishima began, “She’s a hero in America, and is training to get her license here with us.”

“Kacchan, you hit a girl?” a green-haired man asked.

“She hit me first, you damn nerd!” Todoroki used his fire quirk to melt his ice restraints. “My name is Shoto Todoroki. I occasionally work with these fools,” he pointed over to Kirishima and Bakugo.

“Hey,” Kirishima got offended.

“Hi, I’m Deku. Did you know that All Might’s moves are based off of American states? I’m sure that you must be really powerful,” he said.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N). And I just have this sword and life vision. I can’t say I’m as powerful as All Might,” I said.

“You know All Might,” Bakugo asked.

“Everyone does. He fought villains in the states he mentions in his moves,” I said.

“So, what are you doing here Midoriya and Todoroki?” Kirishima asked.

“There’s been a rumor that a villain is going to attack Musutafu. I heard that he was working with All for One,” Todoroki began.

“Why can’t your dad take him,” Bakugo asked. Todoroki narrowed his eyes at Bakugo.

“We need to prove ourselves as pro-heros. We need everyone to take his plan down,” Deku said.

“I’m in,” I said.

“What—but you don’t even have your license yet,” Kirishima said.

“Deku said he needed everyone. I need to prove to Japan that I am a pro and that I am here to stay,” I said with confidence. Kirishima smiled.

“We’ll leave with you tomorrow. We will win,” Bakugo said.

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I got back to my apartment with Kirishima. “Well that was a fun day. It’s awesome to see you get stronger,” he held me in his arms. “I love your hugs,” he sighed.

We made dinner. He made the side dishes, and I made the entrée. “Here, taste this, I want to make sure I perfected it,” Kirishima handed me a spoon. I took a taste, then kissed him softly. “I think it’s good. How ‘bout you,” I flirted. He dropped the spoon, grabbed me from my waist, and placed me on the countertop. He cupped my face and ran his fingers through my hair as his kisses got sweeter on my lips. He pulled away and looked at me with concern. “What is it,” I said.

“I—I want you to be safe. This won’t be an easy battle,” he said softly, feeling my face. I placed my hands on his as I kiss his fingertips.

“We’ll defeat him together. We have Bakugo, Deku, and Todoroki, too. The four of you are strong and I want you to see my true strength to prove that I can save and protect Japan with you,” I said. He gives me another sweet kiss and we continue to cook dinner as we exchange smiles.

We have dinner and then cuddle up next to each other in bed. I laid my head on his chest as his arms tighten around me. “Night, my hero. We will win, save, and protect Musutafu,” I sighed. He held me tighter and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Goodnight, pebble.” I heard him hesitate that he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. We slowly drift off in our dreams.

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Kirishima, Bakugo, and I arrive at the train station to meet Todoroki and Deku. They all sat together as the guys caught up. I stared at the window at a seat adjacent from them.

“So how did you meet (Y/N),” Deku asked nonchalantly.

“She---she is a chef at a sushi bar downtown. She gave us an awesome experience,” Kirishima said. I knew he would have been embarrassed if he mentioned that I saved his life in an alleyway from a villain.

“Alright, enough small talk. What’s with this villain,” Bakugo scuffed.

“Apparently, the villain is known to have x-ray vision. His name is Angiogram,” Todoroki stated, “You know how there are veins in the body? His quirk can find the large arteries to puncture them or enough to make someone get hurt. He’s killed a lot of people just by looking at them. Also, he is very defensive with energy control, which was given to him by All for One.”

“I believe with all of our quirks that we can attack without getting too close,” Deku added.

“So, what’s the plan,” I said.

“When one of us gets tired out, another comes in to make him weaker. We have to make sure he is constantly distracted by each other so none of our veins explode,” Deku said.

“Kirishima and I will restrain him when he is completely weak then Deku and Bakugo will have the last hit,” Todoroki said.

“Where do I come in,” I said.

“You will help us tire him out. All of us will weaken him. I just thought that Kacchan and I would have the last hit. Just like the old days,” Deku smiled. Bakugo groaned.

“I can do the last hit myself,” Bakugo yelled, “He will die!” The train stopped suddenly. The conductor mentioned that there will be delays then screams over the intercom. Bakugo blasts out of the train car to the front of the train. The windows were splattered in blood. Bakugo comes back to our train car. “We have to move, now!”

All of us land on the ground to find a large figure looking at us. His suit glowed with blue and red lines all over him. “Ah, the heroes are here. Oh, and a girl too.”

“You’ve brought enough destruction to this city and have murdered innocent lives. Do you have any remorse?” Todoroki yelled. Angiogram laughed.

“You make it seem like the world is good. ‘People are generally good’. Bullshit. The world is full of hate. People push their elders into the ground, blame others instead of themselves, and live through their ego. Everyone is generally evil. It’s the heroes that ruin all the fun. Like All Might. He was the Symbol of Peace and he defended “innocent” people when they were evil. Not everyone is good, except heroes. Heroes need to die and evil will rise,” he said.

“You’re wrong!” Deku yelled.

“Well I guess we have to put our opinions to the test,” he said. He charged at us. Todoroki stepped in front of us and made an ice wall to distract him. Kirishima hardened and charged at Angiogram. He took some punches then punched Kirishima back. Bakugo came forward with his explosions to the front and back of his body. The smoke surrounded him, but I detected his wrist and fought with my jujitsu moves. He anticipated my moves, but I was also a distraction when Deku smashed his back with his strength and wind pressure. Todoroki blasted his fire towards him and we each had turns to tire and weaken Angiogram.

After a lot of hits, it didn’t seem like Angiogram was getting weaker. All of us started to break sweat as we kept charging at him. He was too defensive. There was a moment where we stood still. Angiogram started to evil laugh.

“Thanks for the warmup. Now it’s my turn to kill you,” he said. He used his eyes to Bakugo. Kirishima charged and punched him to block his x-ray vision from hurting Bakugo. All of a sudden, Angiogram pulls out a syringe and injects himself. “With the power of All for One, I can kill all heroes,” he shouted. He rose from the ground, manipulating it to almost like an earthquake. “ONE FOR ALL, FULL COWLING 30%” Deku charges at the villain. The wind blast didn’t affect him as he blocked it with a wave of his hand. “STUN GRENADE” Bakugo attempts to blinds the villain. “FLASHFIRE FIST” Todoroki sends a wave of fire and the villain controls it. “RED ENCOUNTER” Kirishima charges with a straight punch and Angiogram forces the fire he controlled from Todoroki towards him. “TIME PERCEPTION” I used my sword to find the oxygen to find vulnerability in his quirk and I got Bakugo’s blinding effect from his move. The villain rises higher as he sends a punch to each of us as he manipulates our quirks against each of us, slamming us into the ground, one by one. After some broken bones and internal bleeding, we slowly got back up to fight.

“Todoroki! Kirishima!” Deku shouted. “He’s not weak enough,” Kirishima shouted back. “We have to try,” Deku encouraged. Todoroki used his flash-freeze to cool the air then switch to fire while making a ramp for Kirishima to harden his whole body to punch the villain to the ground. “RED RIOT UNBREAKABLE” Kirishima hardened his whole body. Todoroki was then punched to the ground by Angiogram with Kirishima. “ONE FOR ALL 100%” “HOWITZER IMPACT” Bakugo and Deku worked together to create an explosive hit, but they were smashed into the ground. I saw each of them motionless. They still wanted to fight, even with the broken bones to protect others. I knew what I had to do.

I charged at the villain as I got thrown to the ground. I got back up to understand his x-ray vision. He started at me to try to rupture my arteries, but my sword was blocking the major arteries he was trying to burst. I charged at him with my sword. His comeback attack cracked the tip of my sword like glass. The white glow started to ooze out. I didn’t know that the white glow was actually a liquid. I touched the liquid and instantly got absorbed in my skin. My body started to get stronger and all the vision powers gathered to my mind. It was overwhelming, I knew it was what I had to do to defeat Angiogram. I had penetration vision, to know his next movement. I had probability vision, I knew that if I did this move, that I would win the fight. My movement vision was increased. He looked down upon me as I got stronger and charged towards me. When our fists met, he hammered me into the ground physically and mentally with his vision. I struggled, but I kept up my strength and I didn’t give up. I felt my body slowly digging deeper in the ground. My ribs broke. My veins exploded one by one. I could barely breathe. The pain started to increase more and more. Tears started to prick from my eyes. I yelled in pain as my strength increased and so did his. I couldn’t keep up. I look over to my wrist and it started to drop dramatically. I can’t give up. I’ll do my best. Japan is counting on me. Don’t give---

Bakugo and Deku stood up together to blast the villain through the clouds. I saw them fly up to grab him and smash him to the ground. Angiogram was knocked out. Deku and Bakugo fell to the ground. Each of the men stood up, regardless of their injuries. Bakugo held his fist in the air to let the people know that it was done, and they were safe. When the sun rose, Japan’s fear disappeared as the sun came shining in. There were cheers and some cries. They all took in the support of Japan. They smiled at each other and grabbed each other’s fist in the air.

Shoto, Deku, Ground Zero, and Red Riot. The Symbols of Peace and Justice.

Kirishima looked for me and found me in the ground motionless. “(Y/N)!” he cried. They all rushed over to me. Kirishima held my head up.

“Eijiro,” I said faintly in his arms.

“(Y/N),” he whispered.

“Is everyone okay,” I asked.

“Yes, we beat him, (Y/N),” Kirishima’s eyes started to tear up as he smiled through his watery eyes. I chuckled through my tears.

“Listen to me, please. You are great heroes. You are loved and supported by many. And most of all, you will inspire future heroes to be just like you. Todoroki, you stay true to yourself and motivate others. Deku, you never give up and do your best. Kirishima, you protect others and stay strong. And Bakugo has a strong heart that will always be remembered,” Bakugo started to tear up as those words left my mouth. “Eijiro, you have proven how manly you are to the world and to me.”

“Don’t talk like this, please. You’re going to be okay. You’re strong and we beat the villain,” Kirishima said with tears rolling down his face.

“I love you, Eijiro Kirishima,” I said softly.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he cried.

“My clock,” I looked over to my wrist narrowing zero.

“No—no please—(Y/N)—you’re gonna be okay. I promise,” Kirishima said holding me tighter. I cupped his face as he kissed me softly. When I pulled away, I saw his face fade to a white light. He is my sunflower. The one I would always turn to. The light of my life.

Third Person View

Kirishima held (Y/N) as her eyes fluttered closed. “I’ll never forget you,” Kirishima whispered as he tried to hold back his tears.

....................................................................................

A few months later, Bakugo and Kirishima were walking down the street and came across (Y/N)’s sushi bar. Kirishima stopped as he looked down the alleyway that he would take to walk (Y/N) home. “Wanna go in,” Bakugo broke the silence. “No,” Kirishima sighed. They both continue to walk down the street when there was a street vendor selling flowers. Kirishima had an idea. In the alleyway, he decided to paint some small sunflowers on the walls of the alleyway. Under the flowers, he wrote “In memory of Biorhythm”. 

A few days later, he caught up with Kaminari and Sero. “No, man, I don’t think cheese is healthy for you,” Kirishima said. “I had three grilled cheeses and they were so good,” Kaminari laughed. Bakugo stopped at the alleyway where Kirishima would walk (Y/N) down as the rest kept walking.

“Hey, Red,” Bakugo called. The men stop and go over to Bakugo. “What is it, Bakugo,” Sero said. The sunflowers in the alleyway grew. More and more people recognized Biorhythm and her dedication as a hero to Japan. The alleyway was covered in painted sunflowers. Kirishima started to tear up. Bakugo put his hand on his shoulder as he smiled at him. “She deserves this. She’s a hero and my sunflower,” Kirishima said. 

[snowflake-of-destruction]

I feel like Axel’s parents would adore Roxas

“Dad would love you,” Axel declares one afternoon without preamble or prompting. They’re in the Radiant Garden waterways, heading back from another trip to the remains of the dungeons, getting lost despite having made the trip before and Axel’s denials to the contrary.

 Roxas’ clothes are damp and dirty, there’s a crick in his neck still from having been hunched over books in Ansem’s sprawling labyrinth of a library with Axel and Isa until his eyes burned and Axel had dragged him on a jaunt to the dungeons (The waterway dungeons at least, the laboratories elsewhere also held containment cells and outright cages that made Roxas wonder where the line for categorization was drawn, as well as why anyone allowed Ansem the Wise to pretend for more than a second now that his scientific studies had been anything resembling noble before Xehanort showed up and “corrupted” them, as if there hadn’t been rot and darkness spreading long before) to stretch their legs and makeout against walls, his hair is sticking up in odd angles from damp and fingers run through it, he’s tired, he’s disgruntled and discouraged despite recent distractions that they haven’t been able to find any record of existence of Axel and Isa’s old friend, he’s been expressing his mood primarily through mumbled cursing, there’s an ugly blue and purple bruise developing under his right eye from being hit with a Defender’s shield, and, even if the next cure spell cast should take care of the last at least, Roxas hardly feels like he comes across as lovable. Maybe-hopefully--Axel still loves him, but certainly he’s not exactly painting an endearing picture for anyone else. There’s not a trace of irony or mockery in Axel’s words though, and he’s not usually subtle when he’s making fun.

Roxas has already stepped into a nearby bubble and is carried away before he can ask Axel, “How do you figure?” and actually have him hear it, but Axel is right behind him, and when they are reunited again in another near featureless stony gully with waterfalls moving the wrong way, Axel answers without missing a beat, like he sensed Roxas’s question in a fleeting expression before he disappeared or they have bonded beyond the need for physical speech.

“He admired passion,” Axel explains. “He was pretty laid back himself. I guess I take after him in some ways,” the realization verges on melancholy, “Except I’m  not as good at knowing exactly what to say to diffuse situations. He was a born peacemaker. I’m more of a… “ He trails off, knowing better than to start the argument or chain of reassurances that would be triggered by reflecting that he’s more a weapon, sharply honed and unperturbed and so better able to be used against those who lose their ability to think clearly when clouded with turbulent emotion. Roxas knows the unsaid anyway, but holds his tongue, opting instead to just shake his head and twine his fingers possessively in the notches between Axel’s own as if reiterating that they will--they have and Axel started even without him--pull each other into a better life than that. 

“Well, anyway, he was a peacemaker, but not someone who believed there shouldn’t be conflict. He liked people that spoke their minds. Passionate. Opinionated. Fiery.” Axel laughs at his own word choice as more words fight to tumble out now that he’s started. “He had a predilection for fire magic. He’s the one that taught me, but he wasn’t hot tempered. He was warmth and light. He enveloped anyone he met, but he’d especially love you. He’d see I love you and you love me, and he wouldn’t need anything else to be on your side forever and support anything you ranted about or set your mind to.”

“He sounds nice,” Roxas replies and wonders not for the first time why he hasn’t met Axel’s parents yet. He forgets to ask. He doesn’t think much about families usually, ones people are born into at least. Axel and Xion are family. Sora is family, and Roxas long ago stopped trying to deny it. Even Isa is...getting there. Someday. Maybe. Roxas has a hard time remembering and keeping it in his mind that some people--most people, normal people--have more than that.

“He has the biggest heart I know,” Axel says that and no more. 

Roxas has questions, but the sudden way Axel cuts himself off makes him reluctant to ask.

They find their way back to the castle and to town, and Roxas forgets.

“My mother makes the best honey wheat bread,” Axel says a few months later. Roxas tells him to ask her for the recipe.

~@~

“My father read that book.”

“I have the sequel. Do you want to send it to him?”

~@~

“You are exactly the type of partner my mother always wanted for me.”

“Someone that puts up with your bullshit?”

“Someone who brings out the best in me.”

~@~

“You’d make my mother laugh. You have the same sense of humor.”

~@~

“They’d love you like I love you.”

“Hopefully not just like.”

“They’d want you as another son.”

“Do you?”

“Want you as my son? I think that would be inappropriate.”

“Want to be a family forever?”

“I do.”

~@~

There are two empty seats saved in the front row of the ceremony. Roxas understands now.  Radiant Garden may look like its returned to its former glory if you stay in town, ignoring the Great Maw, Villain’s Vale, the waterways, or other ruins and secret corners where Heartless run rampant and destruction and scars remain, but it’s not as simple as all that. Roxas had worked alongside the Radiant Garden Restoration Committee, like so many other of the Guardians had, but the meaning of it hadn’t sunk in for the longest time. 

Radiant Garden had fallen and been twisted into Hollow Bastion, then it had been redeemed, but it had never been consumed completely, a star winked out, and the star hadn’t been fully reborn either. It didn’t seem fair. They could keep slaying Heartless and Nobodies and hope to see new recompletions (A task that Roxas had mixed feelings over that he didn’t always feel comfortable sharing, knowing his unique perspective on reunion of Nobody into the whole was one few people understood, despite saying they did in the moment before dismissing Roxas and Namine as special cases). They could take the extremist approach and advocate for unlocking Radiant Garden’s heart and leading Heartless there in the hopes a new world and all its people would come back once the cycle of Dark had been fulfilled. There were no guarantees. 

Axel’s parents, like Cloud’s mother or Leon’s first love, Rinoa, or so many others Roxas had never and would never meet, were gone.

“I’d love your parents.”

“And they’d adore you, Roxas.”

[itmighthavebeenintentional]

Dear Mr. Fantasy

Summary: Sometimes when he sleeps, Dean sees flashes of other Dean Winchesters, in other universes. His dreams lately have been filled with himself in a thousand forms, a thousand different versions of what could have been. Dean likes to think that they’re made of the same star stuff, but whatever the cause, he feels the connection. 

Warnings: SEASON 15 SPOILERS, bit of angst. 

Author’s Note: Inspired by Traffic’s “Dear Mr. Fantasy” and the header image; prompt given by @thoughtslikeaminefield​. Love you. @cabin-fever-bang​ prompt fill. So many thanks to @cracksinthewalls​ and @there-must-be-a-lock​ for exceptional editing and motivation. Also love both of you.

Word Count: 2157

ItMightHaveBeenIntentional’s Masterlist

Dear Mr. Fantasy

Sometimes when he sleeps, Dean sees flashes of other Dean Winchesters, in other universes. His dreams lately have been filled with himself in a thousand forms, a thousand different versions of what could have been. Dean likes to think that they’re made of the same star stuff, but whatever the cause, he feels the connection. 

Some have been vastly different (he spent an entire day lost in thought about a female version of himself who was apparently a rodeo queen by day and monster hunter by night). 

Some are so similar that the lines between his actual self and the other blur to the point of confusion; is he dreaming about himself or a different Dean who made one different choice twenty years ago?

He can always tell the difference, eventually. A scar in the wrong place, an absent friend or loved one still around or maybe someone gone who shouldn’t be. In one universe, someone neglected Baby (couldn’t have been Dean, had to’ve been Sam) to the point where she pulls slightly to the left. 

Dean spends the morning after that dream with a muscle tick in his cheek and a suspicious, side-eyed glare for Sam that he never bothers to explain.

But there’s one particular Other Dean, a favorite one his mind drifts to during rare peaceful moments. Daydreaming when he should be researching, drifting off when a particular song plays on the radio while he’s working on Baby, even washing his hands sometimes will pull him back to those dreams. 

Unsurprisingly, his favorite alternate world has no monsters. It’s not that he isn’t aware of monsters in this dimension, that he doesn’t hunt them. No, in this other world, there’s no magic, no terrifying creatures of the night at all. He can feel the lightness of this world, steadiness that comes with not having to worry about whether a vampire is going to make this evening walk your last or a wendigo is going to join you on your camping trip.

Dean has a theory that this world was a test world, one where Chuck decided to just let things evolve as they would with very little interference. Humanity still has its issues: war, plague, famine, politics, streaming services that have lived long enough to become the villain. 

But no monsters.

Chuck has left this world more or less alone, and Dean is pretty sure he knows why. In God’s eyes, a world without monsters is stale. This alternate world is a world without supernatural conflict, without apocalypse-level struggle, without life and death and good and evil and all that high-stakes, cursed-destiny crap Chuck literally eats for breakfast.

Boring. This world is a snoozefest for Chuck, and Dean’s okay with that.

In fact, he loves it.

He’s been rooting for this world for a while now. He still dreams of it sometimes, so he knows somewhere deep inside that it’s still around. He knows all the worlds will be destroyed eventually, wiped away by Chuck’s callous cruelty. But this one…

Dean’s not the sentimental type, not really, but if he could send it a greeting card, it’d be that cat from years ago on the motivational poster, clawing onto a tree branch.

Hang in there, baby.

He must have done something right for once, because he drifts off and finds himself back there again. He’s a little older in this universe, and he suspects his other self is in denial about beginning to need glasses. A shame, too. A mechanic’s gotta be able to see what he’s doing, and the eyestrain headaches his other self suffers every night would probably clear up completely if he’d just go get his eyes checked.

But they both know he won’t. 

He sees better with his hands than his eyes these days. At forty-eight years old (none of that years young bullshit, either; he’s old, and he’s goddamn earned it), he’s spent his entire life in a garage working on one motor or another, same as his dad before him, and so on. 

It’s honest work, clean despite the grease, and Dean himself has used his own money to help put at least a couple of generations of little Winchesters through college or wherever their hearts took them, starting back with his brother. Dean and his dad both feel pride over Dr. Winchester, the history professor. Might not make as much as a mechanic, but he’s happy and settled, and really, what man could ask for more?

The best part of this Dean’s day, the best part of his whole life, is her. He’s known her for nearly three decades and loved her just as long. 

He was a twenty-year-old punk, learning his way through the art of motorcycles. He’d spent his life so far working on muscle cars, something he would never completely tire of, but now he was in absolute heaven. Dad’s buddy Danny Elkins had agreed to take Dean on, and Dean had taken to bikes like it was meant to be. 

Four months into his new life, Danny’s daughter brought her dad lunch, and, for the first time in his life, Dean wondered whether there might actually be a woman who could pull his attention from an engine for longer than a night or two. 

It was more or less instant attraction for the both of them, kinda like the movies that she loved to watch. Unlike those movies, however, there was no disapproving father to contend with or prove himself to.

“She’s a big girl and can crack your skull just as good as me,” he’d told Dean. “Pretty sure she’s settled on ya, so just make sure you’re worth it.”

So that’s what Dean did. 

Tonight’s dream finds the older Dean alone in the garage, and the sun is at the tail end of setting. Splashes of indigo and orange paint the horizon, framing her approach in a wash of colors blending into shadows that hold no danger.

“Figured you’d forget dinner tonight, what with your new toy. Thought we could share, and you could show me what you’ve been up to.” 

She doesn’t really care about the bikes, the cars, any of it. She only cares that it matters to him, and whatever keeps him running is something she wants to be a part of.

Surrounded by motorcycles in various states of repair and assembly, they speak quietly of their day, sharing the tiny details and separate moments that make up their simple life. She feeds him a bit of meatloaf with her fingers, and he eagerly returns the favor by sucking a smear of mashed potatoes from the corner of her mouth.

She sets the dinner containers aside, twisting to the side to reach for the apple cobbler she made yesterday, when he realizes he can’t stand even that bit of separation between. He’s been without her all day; that’s too much to ask of any man.

“C’mere,” he says.

Dessert forgotten, she settles astride his lap, arms linked around his neck, smiling that serene combination of lips and eyes and cheekbones that makes his heart twist and his groin swell same as the first time she turned them on him thirty-odd years ago. 

They’ve sat like this a thousand times, and he prays silently he’ll get at least a thousand more. When they were kids, crazy and hungry for every experience, she’d come into the garage in her little tank top, her tiny shorts showing off her new ink, heels fit to kill someone (how she never broke an ankle has always been a mystery and a miracle, in both Deans’ opinions).

She scrubs a thumb over his bearded jawline, humming deep in her chest. She’s swapped the tiny skirts for jeans, although he thanks his lucky stars every day that fashions have moved from bootcut back to skinny. Harder to get off quick, but damn does he love the lines of her legs in ‘em.

They press foreheads together as an old Traffic song plays over the radio, swaying gently, always in sync. 

“Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune,” he half-whispers, half-sings, breath warm on her cool cheek.

“Something to make us all happy,” she answers in kind, eye closed. She slides her nose alongside his, runs her chin over his wiry beard, smiles into his kiss as it buffs her face red. 

Perhaps in remembrance of their long-past youth, she’s chosen her smallest tank-top, one she’d normally never wear without at least a button-up over it, and he drops his head to rub his cheeks over the bare skin over her collarbone. Her legs link behind his back, anchoring her as she leans back to allow him more access. 

God, what she can still do to him. The salt of her skin, the fragrance of her perfume that he picked out for her on their first anniversary that she’s worn religiously ever since, the silk of her hair that he tangles between fingers that still tremble with eager nerves.

Older Dean and worn-out, monster-plagued Dean sigh together, content down to their bones. This life is it for both of them. She is it. One Dean still can’t believe his amazing luck after all these years, and the other aches at the simple, total happiness he feels honored to witness.

“Dean.”

The older man runs a reverent hand down his wife’s arm, twining his fingers with hers. He kisses her knuckles, a few more crinkles lining his eyes as he smiles.

“Dean, wake up.”

The scene before him begins to fade as she takes his face between her hands, kisses his temples, the spot between his eyes, the corner of his mouth. For just a second, this Dean (the “real” Dean, as Chuck put it) feels those kisses, looks deep into her eyes and feels that warmth and light that she brings to the other man’s life. 

I love you, she whispers, and he allows himself to believe for one moment that she’s talking directly to him.

“Dean, come on, Cas has a lead.” Sam’s voice finally breaks the dream wide open, and Dean reluctantly opens his eyes. “We gotta go check it out. Get dressed.”

“Yeah.”

He sits up slowly, feeling each of his forty-one years with an ache that no longer surprises him. He swings his legs over the side of his bed, rests his elbows on his knees, and drops his face in his hands. If he concentrates hard enough, he can still feel her phantom caress, her thumb against his cheekbone, her lips on the corner of his.

I love you.

Dean scrubs at his face with hands that get a little older and a little more scarred every day. Warrior’s hands, a testament to his hunts and battles. If he squints a little (maybe he needs an eye exam, too) he can imagine they’re different sorts of scars: burns from hot engines, cuts and scrapes from tools and every-day hard work rather than knives and punches. 

He inhales, gathering strength, putting on his mental armor piece by piece. A knight, riding off to save the world from the devouring dragon. He reaches over and grabs his jeans, sliding them on and standing in a smooth motion that is accompanied by only one or two pops and cracks.

I love you.

Dean doesn’t know how this is all going to end. He knows how he won’t let it end: him against Sammy, to the death and all that biblical Cain and Abel crap. But beyond that, he’s going to fight to save his brother, all of his little patchwork family, because they’re all he has in this world. 

He wonders briefly if his other self’s wife exists in this world, or if she’s just an anomaly, a one-time figment of Chuck’s imagination. He’s pretty sure it’s the latter; a man can only get that lucky once in a thousand lifetimes, and that other Dean is that one in a thousand.

This Dean could search a lifetime and never find her. She’s already been found, and maybe, just maybe if he and Sam can get their act together and bring the final beatdown on Chuck in enough time, he can save her. He can’t have her, but he could save her world, leave her safe and happy with his other self.

“Let it be enough,” he says aloud, not sure if he’s coaxing himself or the universe. He says it again, one more time for luck. 

It has to be enough.

…

“Dear Mr. Fantasy” by Traffic

Dear Mister Fantasy, play us a tune,  Something to make us all happy. Do anything, take us out of this gloom.  Sing a song, play guitar,  Make it snappy.  You are the one who can make us all laugh,  But doing that you break out in tears.  Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had.  We wouldn't have known you all these years.

[whentheynameyoujoy]

Women in SPN—Seasons 2 and 3

Previously on Joy Obsesses over a Show That Creatively Expired in 2010

Tessa

Introduced back when the Winchesters dodging the coffin actually qualified as an episode, she follows in Meg’s tracks by continuing to make monsters seem more approachable and less a malevolent force of nature. Starts off with a completely flat affect but gets annoyed with the Winchester bullshit real quick—a sure-fire sign of an SPN character with a brain. A powerful being capable of returning one’s memories by a smooch which is… convenient. As is the fact that bad guys keep using her for their ebul plans. Serves the typical secondary-character function of a springboard for a main guy’s development. Plants hints of the “natural order”, “destiny”, and “inevitability” which will become major themes down the road and be explored by characters with deeper writing.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Minor, remembered primarily because she keeps popping up.

On her own: A nice addition to the lore.

Jo Harvelle

Originally Dean’s love interest until she got written out for the crime of having tits around the fandom’s husband. Driven by a wish to honor her dead father and become a hunter, she’s held back by the unfortunate fact of not being all that good at it. Cheerful, temperamental, and a pretty skilled hustler, she’s mortally wounded when charging in to protect Dean. Ends up sacrificing herself so that others can escape and attempt to end the Apocalypse.

Status: Dead as of s5, dragged back and disappeared again in s7

Importance: Major

On her own: A soldier going out in a blaze of glory. I bawl every time.

Ellen Harvelle

Unlike her daughter, very good at what she does. No-nonsense authority figure, she’s one of the few in the show to pull off a combination of a hand-wringing mama bear and a pro-active badass with a life outside her family. Not perceived as a threat because fans don’t know the meaning of MILF yet, and so is allowed to stick around for the season 2 finale. Dies to make Jo’s plan to obliterate Meg’s hellhounds work, though it’s strongly implied she mostly refuses to survive her kid.

Status: Dead

Importance: Major

On her own: SPN’s Molly Weasley, sullied by the implications of her death

Lenore

A head-strong leader of a nest of vegetarian vampires, she’s deliberately contrasted with Gordon’s Terminator schtick and to a lesser degree with Dean’s black-and-white monsters vs. humans kill-everything grief-cope in order to further cement SPN’s ongoing crusade of challenging who in fact is the monster around here. Has a crowning moment of awesome when she refuses to feed while covered in Sam’s blood. The entire point of her is her determination not to give up her humanity even when no longer human. Would be shame if the show decided to later abandon this essential part of her character and twist it for cheap drama…

Status: Alive as of s5, annihilated in every way in s6

Importance: Minor in the overall narrative, major in the episode and the boys’ development

On her own: An effective mirror to Dean’s stroll down the slippery slope

Diana Ballard

TheGoodCop manipulated by her professional and romantic partner, she has a surprisingly functional tension with Sam. Luckily for Linda Blair it goes unnoticed because the fandom doesn’t view older women as competition. Noteworthy mostly because she actively participates in uncovering the episode’s mystery which automatically elevates her above the standard clueless civilian, man or woman, who needs the duo to save them. Despite fewer appearances arguably more memorable than Henriksen, precisely because of her active involvement.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Minor overall, a major player in the episode

On her own: Interesting take on the usual boilerplate cop

Ava Wilson

To present a very, very generous interpretation, she foreshadows Sam’s eventual turn to the dark side. Spirited, a little bit airheaded, and freaked about her Azazel-given powers, she gives enough of a damn to prevent her visions of people dying from coming true, though she clings to her intention to lead a normal civilian life. Does a complete switcheroo off-screen to become a villain because… power is awesome? Ends up the most advanced special child in season 2’s battle royale, the very concept of which is just… eh? Still gets dispatched no problem because… why not?

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor

On her own: A prime example of why the special children subplot is just…wot?

Molly McNamara

Memorable primarily because of the experimental (for SPN) narration which frames her as the duo’s partner when in fact she’s one of the things being hunted. For plot reasons spends her episode switching between being terrified, worried for her missing husband, and heartbroken. Can be somewhat tortuously argued to fit the theme of (not) overcoming grief and letting go, one of the few detectable threads in the directionless slog that’s season 2.

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor overall, major because she’s arguably the main character of her episode

On her own: Torture porny. Very torture porny.

Madison

Intelligent, educated, and with an endearing love of soaps, she’s responsible for one of the three watchable sex scenes in the entire show. Has a nice theme of personal growth and healing from trauma going on, although it’s cut short and undermined when she’s revealed as a werewolf and euthanized by none other than Sam himself. Her death is filmed as a narrative-changing tragedy before it goes on to become a joke in season 4.

Status: Dead

Importance: Major

On her own: No matter how you look at it, she’s a diseased dog that needs to be put down for her own good while the menz wallow in their manly manpain. A rare example of a storyline I don’t think can be tweaked to be even marginally less awful.

I believe maestro may have wanted to portray sadness here.

Tamara

Told to be an excellent hunter, she’s shown as needing to be saved in order not to end up like her husband who’s literally forced to gargle bleach. Introduces the notion of growing hostility against the Winchesters in the hunting community. Full of wrath to fit the episode’s one-off seven deadly sins schtick, she’s emphasized as emotional and not in control of herself to such a degree that it overshadows how she’s in fact fairly competent in the second half of the episode.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Minor

On her own: Wouldn’t stand out this much if she weren’t one of the few POCs in the blinding whiteness that’s SPN’s Americana.

Ruby

Doesn’t have the most organic introduction (A cool intriguing sexy French fries loving not like other gurls sassy badass, with a superdooper special knife? How 2000s cringe can you get?) but quickly becomes one of the show’s most distinctive villains allies. She’s an ally. Totally. Don’t worry about it. A sarcastic smartass jerk who breathes lies and manipulation, she’s resourceful, thinks on her feet, and throws herself into the thick of action without hesitation—a trait that gets especially interesting in retrospect as it suggests a fanatic devotion to her real goal. Sadly, her motivation doesn’t get fleshed out beyond “she really likes Satan, I guess” (which, hey) as the writers prioritize the surprise of the revelation over her further character development. Has the second watchable sex scene in the entire show; the fandom weeps itself to sleep. Gets killed by her own weapon when the writers decide that a character who’s smarter than both protagonists combined could well do with a bit of the good ol’ lobotomizing.

Status: Dead

Importance: Supermegadoublemajor

On her own: The stupid nature of her demise and occasional wooden acting do their best but never overshadow the awesome that’s Ruby.

Lisa Braeden

Dean’s past fling who becomes a living symbol of his desire for the white-picket fence. Is implied to possess mad financial skills as she owns property on a yoga teacher’s salary while a single mom below the age of 30. A blank slate the likes of Cassie, she’s salvaged by better acting. Frequent frowning suggests the presence of an inner life though it doesn’t tend to manifest itself on screen or affect the plot. Her single established trait—blow-out assertiveness the moment things get too far—is exercised mostly in service to her son. Exists solely to give Dean something to pine for.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Major

On her own: A tertiary character who so-so sustains her own episode.

Bela Talbot

The best expansion of the show’s lore after the host of heaven, she’s unequivocally a bad person who nevertheless evokes huge amounts of sympathy. A cynical self-serving dealer in supernatural objects who mirrors Dean’s cracking tough guy persona, due to her abuse and the resulting trauma she refuses to open up and rely on anyone out of principle, or be indebted to them. Her pride makes her clinically unable to ask for help until it’s too late, and even forego mentioning personal history when it’d actively benefit her by softening the horrible impression others have of her. Switching between being an antagonist and the duo’s reluctant ally, she manages to outwit them roughly 90% of time. The fact that she has sexual tension with Dean while Sam lusts after her to the point of literal drooling sends fans apoplectic.

Status: Dead

Importance: Major

On her own: A complex character brought down by her own flaws.

Casey

A demon, she’s torn between wanting to enact the Apocalypse and just chilling with her soulmate. Definitely a fanfic reader because her idea of dealing with danger is to shut herself with her enemy in a room and have a lengthy theological debate. Very outspoken about humanity’s propensity for evil. Outcomplexes Lilith and to a lesser extent Ruby as she’s allowed to openly address her life philosophy. While the dialogue format of her scenes is designed to give Dean space to talk about his feelings regarding his impending demise, it’s more or less an equal push-pull exchange. She’s smart, captivating, capable, and in love, i.e. things SPN just isn’t interested in keeping around.

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor in the overall narrative, major in the episode and Dean’s development

On her own: Could have been so good if allowed to stick around

Gertrude Case

A rich elderly creep whose gropy ways are played for laughs because she’s a woman I guess. Either can’t read social cues or doesn’t give a fuck about people’s obvious discomfort. But don’t worry, it’s hilarious. She’s a woman, you see. What harm have those ever done.

Status: I’m going to assume dead by now, otherwise alive as of s5

Importance: A major figure in Sam’s life since she sexually assaulted him. Otherwise minor.

On her own: Sexual harassment is fun, kids

Lucy

Take Molly McNamara, strip her of any pretence at thematic relevance, minimize her importance while playing up her suffering, and then remove her like a broken Christmas decoration while making sassy remarks—voilà, you’ve ended up with the exact simplistic image that pops into one’s head when the words Supernatural and women are mentioned in a sentence.

Status: Dead

Importance: Non-existent

On her own: Just… why

Astaroth

Approaches awesomehood as her demonic business operation is built around preying on bored suburban hausfraus and taking their souls in exchange for magical powers, which they then use to secure benign materialistic keeping-up-with-the-joneses crap and devour one another like a bunch of assholes whose death you can’t help but eagerly anticipate. Srsly, eff those ladies. Stands out as the only (implied) lesbian in the Kripke arc.

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor, not even the real monster of the week when compared to the coven

On her own: There’s probably another discussion about Doylist sexism hidden around somewhere that I’m not really interested in having. Go Astaroth.

Nancy Fitzgerald

Sugar and spice and every other cliché about kindness combined in a pretty sweet package. Plot demands her to be a virgin for some reason, even though this aspect of her character doesn’t amount to anything in the story and only serves to contrast Nancy’s… purity with Ruby who we’re being constantly told is a “slut” and a “whore” and I have no idea how that’s supposed to work. Then again, Nancy’s virginity is framed as a valid personal choice in a rather empowering moment so that’s good. Has standards because even after deciding to let go of her chastity vow, she won’t settle for just any loser who happens to stand around converting oxygen into CO2. Her “cause manpain out of nowhere”-type death is one of the few of this category in the show which actually work because the cruel pointless nature of it is precisely the point (and at least she’s not the only one who doesn’t survive, please ignore how the episode literally says her demise is the most tragic because she never got laid, barfs).

Status: Dead

Importance: Minor

On their own: A textbook definition of a cinnamon

Lilith

An overarching menace that doesn’t spend too much time on screen, she’s a prop rather than her own person. This gets highlighted the moment the show stops casting her as a clichéd creepy child who likes to larp as that Twilight Zone kid, and turns her into the standard hawt chick in a will-they-won’t-they episode. No interiority as she goes along with a plan which requires her obliteration, without at least allowing her to explore her religious motivation. Ruby does all the heavy lifting in this partnership.

Status: Dead

Importance: Major

On her own: For the life of me I can’t make sense of her actions in s4. But the clichéd creepy kid is adorbs so points for memorability.

Maggie Zeddmore

The straight man to the Ghostfacers’ utterly delightful douchefacery. Manages to keep up with Harry and Ed in terms of hilarity because not only is she exactly as out of place as them, she decides to role-play her childhood-friends-to-lovers fanfic in the middle of a haunted house as the best sister that she is.

Status: Alive as of s5

Importance: Minor

On her own: Love at first geek

Next, season 4 and 5 before I try to figure out what this all adds up to.

[thecosmicjackalope]

It’s probably not gonna happen but you know what would be amazing for next episode?

Kiteman leaves without saying anything to Harley or Ivy, who are then left comforting each other about the situation. Both feel like pieces of shit and both are confused about how to move on. Days pass. Weeks pass. As the city rebuilds itself, Kiteman is nowhere to be found and there’s a wall between Harley and Ivy. Everything between them is awkward now because Harley still wants to pursue Ivy but Ivy is riddled with guilt and is still confused about her feelings for Harley and for Kiteman. The crew suffers through the tension, moving between helping them get through their shit and trying to find Kiteman. Ivy wants to find him and so does Harley, but there is still an undercurrent of jealousy from Harley because Ivy’s focused on finding Kiteman and won’t even talk to her about the future and “what happens now.”

During all this, Gotham’s abuzz with gossip about what they have seen and everyone’s taking sides (like how we all are in the comments sections). There’s a good portion of the population that are hounding Harley and Ivy about their “new relationship”, some people are spitting on Harley and calling her a home wrecker (especially Kiteman’s parents, which would kind of be a nice little way to nod at the fact that despite being assholes they do still stand by him), Ivy has people who are talking about how glad they are that she’s dumped “that loser” which fills her with even more guilt, and everyone is laughing about Kiteman, with some wondering about where he is.

The scene shifts and we find Kiteman out of his costume, grounded, without his kite, blending in with everyone around him and succeeding because no one sans Ivy has seen him without his get up. He wanders from place to place, never really going anywhere, sometimes dropping by old spots where he and Ivy had some moments together. He’s not eating, he’s sleeping too much, living like he’s already dead. He walks by a wedding venue and sees the happy couple kiss and look into each other’s eyes lovingly.

He forces himself to look away.

Eventually he wanders into THE PIT or somewhere nearby, feeling low as dirt, lost, confused. He still hasn’t said a line since the episode started. He’s hanging out in the wreckage and the waste, he sees a kite, or perhaps a little harlequin doll, or something that reminds him of what he’s lost. And he snaps, and starts stomping on it and having a breakdown when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see that it’s Bane. Expecting Bane to attack him or do worse, Kiteman - or, “just Chuck” at this point - welcomes death. Bane refuses. In fact, he sits down with Kiteman and the camera and the audio pans and fades away respectively as they begin to have a long honest talk.

Back in the city of Gotham, Harley and Ivy have one big argument with a lot of their ugliest feelings bubbling up to the surface and bursting out. Very harsh words are exchanged. They separate, leaving behind the crew, lost, confused and hurt that three people they care about are suffering so much. Ivy goes to be alone in a place she loves, maybe an old greenhouse. Harley goes to a carnival or maybe some batting cages to practice her swing. Each of them respectively are confronted by different people who have something to say - Ivy is approached by Catwoman who “had a feeing she’d be at her usual spot” and Harley is confronted by Batgirl and Batman. They all talk.

Batman talks to Harley about relationships and responsibility and knowing what you want and listening to other people, going off of his own failed romances with Talia and Catwoman respectively, possibly even acknowledging a budding relationship with Wonder Woman or Superman (or both, as, in a hilarious twist, their incident with Ivy’s pheromones lead to them questioning their relationships with each other and trying to be a poly throuple). Batman closes the convo off with saying that Harley has to face the music for the people she’s hurt, but also says that he’ll be happy to see her with someone who treats her right and encourages her to listen to her heart. Harley admits that she feel like she doesn’t deserve love and Batgirl argues that yes she does. She thanks Harley for some of her good deeds, and especially for inspiring her to stand up for the person she loves (her dad) and be his hero, the hero that Gotham needed, while Batman was out. And she closes her end of the conversation by telling Harley that no matter what she chooses, she will stand by her decision. Harley smiles and hugs her, and humorously, Batman gets dragged into the hug and hates the whole experience.

In their own space, Catwoman and Ivy talk. Ivy vents to Catwoman about everything that’s gone down and all of her feelings and guilt and confusion about it, and for once, Catwoman listens, without fuss, without sarcasm, without a word at all. When Ivy admits that she thinks it’s over between them and that maybe it was doomed from the start, Catwoman talks about her romance with Batman, how she always expected it to be doomed, caused it to self destruct and how very deeply she regrets that she let him get away and didn’t try to actually fix the problems in their relationship. She admits that she’s lonely and that she lives her life alone and that she enjoys it, but that it doesn’t come without problems. It comes with regrets. It comes with emptiness. It comes with too heavy a price sometimes. And she encourages Ivy, in her own aloof, standoffish way, that if Ivy really feels like she has something special with Kiteman and Harley, she should pursue it. She should be honest with her feelings about both.

So Ivy and Harley run into each other, and they apologize and tell each other what they want. Harley wants Ivy, and also to take responsibility for how she did Kiteman dirty and wants to mend her friendship with him. Ivy admits she loves Harley and Kiteman both and wants to talk to them both to see if they can all pursue something together, namely, if Ivy is romantically with both, and if Kiteman and Harley are okay with that.

But first they have to apologize and take responsibility for what they’ve done.

At that moment, Kiteman enters the doorway. He’s wearing his uniform, he’s got his things. Ivy and Harley are relieved to see him, but somethings wrong. They can tell something is wrong. He walks past Harley like she’s not even there and he talks to Ivy and tells her that he’s leaving Gotham for another city, somewhere where he can start over, somewhere with lots of wind to soar majestically or something or other. Ivy asks him why and he finally finally lets out all his hurt feelings. Without yelling or raising his voice, he calls her out on all her bullshit, stating that if she had just respected and loved him enough to be honest, they could have worked through it. But she didn’t. And to him, that was unforgivable. He says something along the lines of “ive been a joke to everyone around me since the day I was born. But I thought, for once, I found someone who saw me for who and what I really was. A person. When I met you, I finally thought I found my match, my partner in crime who I could spend the rest of my life with, who would be with me no matter what. But I was wrong. In the end.... I was just a joke to you too.”

Ivy is hurt by this and tries to apologize but Kiteman says he’s made up his mind and he just came by for closure and to give her a proper goodbye. Harley tries to apologize, Kiteman ignores her but does tell the others he’s out of the crew and flies off.

He takes one last look behind him, but he doesn’t look at Ivy. He looks at Harley, not with hate, or anger, but bitter disappointment and betrayal. And it’s at this point that Harley truly realizes what she’s done.

Since You’ve Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson, aka Harley and Ivy’s trademark wedding song request, starts playing in the background as a sequence starts to play. Ivy and Harley drift apart. The rest of the crew - Frank, KS, Clayface and Sy - all struggle with the loss of Kiteman. If Harley was the brains of the group, Kiteman was the heart, and without him everything feels colder. Life in Gotham goes on. Villains fight heroes. People rebuild. College kids graduate, and Joker and his new girlfriend witness the kids perform at a school play, with all of his goons in the audience cheering them on. Bane continues helping others. Nora, Jennifer and Catwoman pay their respects to Dr Frieze and leave flowers on his grave before going out to dinner together as friends (and yes, they all have Cobb Squad tattoos on their arms). Riddler still does his riddles but has started teaching a class for cardio at a local gym and is deeply enjoying it. The only job Dr Psycho can get is running and operating a Ferris wheel ride at the local carnival, which, ironically, he’s good at and he actually kind of enjoys, if only because it’s easy money. He watches as a short little girl JUST misses the height test...and uses his powers to alter the sign so she can ride, just so she doesn’t know the crushing disappointment he felt when he was a kid. (Humorously, When she inevitably falls off the Ferris wheel later, he casually catches her with his powers and sets her back down on the ground without even looking up from the porn mag he’s browsing.) Batgirl and Gordon play videogames together until something comes onto the police radio, after which they race to the roof to meet Damien and Batman waiting for them in a jet. Damien shows a flicker of jealousy towards Barbara, but there’s clear implication that the two will form a strong sibling like bond. Batman smiles at Gordon and Gordon smiles at Batman.

Gotham rebuilds. Life goes on.

But in the very last scene, as the song comes to a close, the crew disbands, and Harley and Ivy separate, with heavy hearts and too much baggage between them for anything, even their friendship. King Shark goes back to the ocean, ready to throw himself into his loveless marriage. Clayface leaves for Hollywood, ever hopeful that maybe someday he can become a true thespian. Ivy takes Frank and Harley takes Sy. As Ivy and Frank look on with teary eyes, Harley gets into her car and drives off into the sunset, and leaves Gotham city limits while crying her heart out.

And that’s how the season ends.

[balledjely]

Weight of the World

Part 3 - Desperate 

A bakugou x reader fic where you’re an apprentice of Ragdoll, from the famous Wild, Wild Pussycats (Part 1)

When you come to, you can feel straps on your arms and legs. Your roll you head back, a wave of dizziness hitting as soon as you open your eyes. You can’t help but mutter a curse as you try to adjust to the fucked up state of your body. A few deep breaths later, you try to open your eyes again. 

You’re in a small, dimly lit room. The walls are lined with brick, and there’s a small bar towards the back. Then, you notice the small line up of villains, the one who attacked you is among them. 

There’s another villain who catches your attention. He’s got blue hair, and he’s watching you with some sick sort of interest. When your gazes lock, you narrow your eyes. He smiles. 

“So you’re awake?” His voice is gravely and sick sounding. It’s as if he’d been smoking cigarettes since he was five. “Sorry to keep you out for so long, your friend here wouldn’t give us any information on you. We couldn’t wake you until we had some sort of idea of who you were.”

Your heart stops at the mention of ‘your friend’. When you follow his gaze you notice Bakugou glaring daggers from the opposite end of the room. Automatically you rake your eyes over him, searching for any kind of injury. 

“Bakugou? Are you okay?” When you speak, your voice is strained. How long had you been out? The other villains perk up when they hear you. 

“Like hell I’d let these losers injure me.” He’s angry as always. You take comfort in the fact that the villains hadn’t done anything to break his spirit. Though, his loud voice does make your head hurt. Apparently, you’d been out for at least a day because you could feel how little water was left in your body. If you don't get some water in your body soon, you’re going to be down for the count. 

The blue haired villain looks slightly annoyed at the fact you ignored him, but he brushes it off quickly. “We were just telling him why we brought the two of you here. We thought you’d want to hear.”

You don’t answer him. Either you could tell them to go fuck themselves, or you could see how far you could bargain with them. You could play along, at least for a little while. Maybe you could convince them to let Bakugou go 

“This society that the heroes created is shameful.” He goes on a little rant, talking about how people are cast out from society. You resist the urge to wrinkle your nose in disgust. You had to play this right. He finishes his speech by asking the two of you to join him. 

“Like hell!” Bakugou barks out, but you take a moment before you respond. You sigh. Bakugou definitely wouldn’t play along, even if it kept him alive. That meant you’d have to get him out of here before these villains start to lose their temper. 

These villains are smart. They know you won’t switch to their side this easily. You had to be honest, otherwise they’d know exactly what you’re doing. You glance over at Bakugou and then back to the villains. You lower your eyes, doing your best to make it seem like you’re mulling it over. 

“Bakugou won’t do what you want,” you say with a sigh. “No matter what you do. But, if you let him go I’ll join you.” 

“Are you fucking stupid? I can handle myself, dipshit!” He screams from his side of the room. You don’t look at him. Can’t he tell you’re trying to save his life?

“That was a pretty quick switch…” the villain that’s body is a weird form of black gas mutters. You look away, “I only became a hero to protect the people I love.” That wasn’t quite a lie, but it wasn’t entirely true either. “I don’t really care what happens as long as they're safe.” 

The blue haired villain is quiet for a moment before nodding to the villain in the black and white skin-tight suit. “Twice, undo her restraints.” 

You watch quietly as the villain approaches you, kneeling take the cuffs off your wrists. Once everything is removed, you stand up. The world sways and you try desperately to keep your cool. You couldn’t let on to how sick you were. At that point, your threats would mean nothing. 

Luckily for you, they don’t seem to pick up on just how messed up you are. “Him too.” You look over at Bakugou, praying that he behaves himself. “If you hurt him, I’ll fight too. I’m sure the two of us could do some damage to your little team.” 

The blue haired villain doesn’t think for very long before nodding to Twice to remove Bakugou’s restraints. Once he does, explosions immediately erupt from that side of the 

room. From the looks of it, the villains already expected this. 

One of them, the one who attacked you earlier takes a step towards him. Immediately you stick your hand out to stop him. “Don’t you touch him. I’ll get him to calm down-”

You’re cut off by Bakugou’s yelling. “Don’t just talk about me like I’m not here!” His eyes sweep over the room, searching for a way out. “I don’t need protection.” He growls. 

Internally, you want to apologize. You didn’t know Bakugou all that well, but it still hurt to act like you didn’t care. This wasn’t his normal anger. This was different. It was a sort of calm, which made it all the more terrifying. 

All of a sudden, he grabs the collar of your shirt, yanking you backwards harshly. You stumble back into his chest, where he brings his hand down around your stomach to keep you steady. Your head spins at the sudden movements. 

“Don’t try to do that self-sacrificial bullshit with me. I’m not so weak that you have to die for me.” You expect him to be yelling, but his voice is softer. Lower, so that villains can’t hear him. 

“They wouldn’t-” You go to defend yourself, but he cuts you off with a huff. You don’t try to talk anymore. At this point, your vision has settled enough for you to stand without his help. 

The blue haired villain goes to say something, but before he can there’s a knock on the door. Everyone freezes, and a moment later the wall to your right is caving in. 

You try to blink the dirt out of your eyes, and when you do you see the towering form of All Might. No one gets the chance to react as another pro uses his quirk to restrain the villains. You let out a deep sigh of relief. 

After threatening  the villains with a classic All Might Speech, he turns his attention to Bakugou. “You must’ve been scared. I’m sorry, but I am here now.” He’s kind with his words, but you can see Bakugou’s face twist with anger. 

“I wasn’t scared! I was calm the whole time.” He’s back to yelling, but there’s much less seriousness in his tone. That gives you comfort. His anger towards you was practically forgotten. 

All Might just gives Bakugou a smile, and then turns to you. “I’m sorry that you got caught up in all this, young (y/n).” It takes you a moment to respond, as your mind is only filled with the thought of  ‘he knows my name!’ 

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” You respond automatically, though you really weren’t. The sound of the wall caving was making your head pound so much you could hardly see straight, but you didn’t want to worry him. You could get that taken care of later. 

Your attention is drawn to that same villain, the one All Might called Tomura. He’s muttering something, and as his voice gets louder you can just make out what he’s saying. 

“Justice, peace…” His voice gets louder, until he’s almost yelling. “You created such a garbage society by holding up such ideals. Your kid there agrees.” His gaze lands on you, as do the rest of the gazes in the room. 

“Oh please,” you snarl, “Like hell I’d believe shit like that. I only planned on waiting til the heroes got here. Looks like I stalled long enough.” 

Even though you’re not looking at him, you can feel All  Might’s surprise to hear you speak so harshly. Even in the few minutes you spent with the group, you still had an endless supply of pent up anger toward them. Unlike Bakugou you had to bottle it up to try and keep yourself safe. But not that that was over, you didn’t have to hold back. 

All of a sudden you’re choking. For a moment you think that your nasua has gotten the best of you, but whatever was coming up your throat was not vomit. It was thick, and slimy. Your body automatically begins to wrench it up, and beside you you can hear Bakugou coughing too. Your panicked eyes meet All Might’s as the substance envelopes your body. 

And then, your feet hit cracked concrete. The bar is gone, replaced with the cold night air. Wherever you are is covered in debris, but Bakugou is there with you. As well as all of the other villains. 

“What the hell?” Bakugou chokes out, voice rough. He glances at you, taking a moment to check you over. You give him a small smile to show that you’re doing alright. 

“I’m sorry about that,” This time it’s a new villain speaking. He’s got some sort of life support machine strapped to him. You don’t know what it is, but you feel the need to be as far from him as possible. He seemed like he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. 

The villain turns his attention to Tomura, the blue haired villain. As he speaks, you tune him out slightly. You take this as a chance to try and find a way out while now one's focused on you. You look for a busted pipe, a puddle, anything at all. But there’s nothing. 

You see something in the distance, and as it rapidly gets closer you can make out the colors of All Might’s hero costume. Before you can blink he’s crashing against the main villain. The force of the wind knocks you back, scraping your skin against the concrete. 

Your vision gets blurry again, and another wave of nausea hits you. It takes you a couple moments to recover. When you push yourself up, you're pleased to find that you don’t have any major cuts. Nothing besides the constant headaches that have been plaguing you since you awoke.

You try to locate Bakugou through all the dust in the air. Once you do, you stumble towards him. When you look back towards All Might and the villain he called All For One, All Might is blasted backwards through a line of buildings. 

Fuck, you think to yourself. He knocked All Might back that far with just his bare hands. You were right, this guy was beyond dangerous. 

One for All turns to Tomura. “Get off the battlefield,” he says, his ice cold eyes landing on your form in the dirt. “Take the children with you.”

At that, you tense. In your current state you couldn’t fend off all six villains. And to Bakugou, you’d just be dead weight. You turn to him, and thankfully you’re close enough that the villains won’t hear you talk. 

“I can’t do much in my state, I’ll let them take me.” You speak fast, knowing there isn’t much time. This was the best plan you had at the moment. He looks furious that you’d even suggest something like that. 

“Are you stupid? That’s not happening.” 

Panic swells inside you. Why can’t he just listen? This is the best way to keep him safe. “I’ll only weigh you down. You can get yourself out of here!” You plead with him, but he only seems to get angrier. “They won’t kill me!” 

“Shut up! I’m not leaving you here, dumbass. What, you think I can’t-” he cuts himself off as his eyes focus on something behind you. You don’t get to question him, because he grabs you before you get the chance. 

He uses his other palm to propel the two of you backwards. At the sudden force, you instinctively clutch onto him. Through your spinning vision, you can see two of the villains approaching from behind. 

You rip water out of your body through your palm, sending a few shards of ice to knock them away. Blood runs down your arm, a shallow, but large hole left where you forced water out of your body. 

At the loss of more water, your dehydration gets worse. The world spins, and you tuck your head into Bakugou’s shoulder. You don’t even care that you’re doing something so intimate, at this point you’re just trying so keep yourself steady. 

“Don’t kill yourself, I got this.” His voice is much softer now. He’s calm. You didn’t know he was capable of that. He wraps an arm around you to keep him from dropping you as he fires out another blast. 

Across the clearing, you can make out All Might’s voice. He’s calling out to the two of you, but his voice is strained. He’s struggling. The thought makes your heart pound. You’ve never seen All Might like this - afraid. Even though he was hiding it you could sense it in his tone. All Might was scared. If All Might was scared, that meant the two of you were in real trouble. 

When you look up, the world is blurry. You try again and again to focus your vision but you can’t. At this point, you know that you’re not going to last much longer. 

“Bakugou just go, it’s better if only one of us is captured. They can get me at a different time.” Although you try, you can’t hide the desperation in your voice. He doesn’t even react to your pleas, he just ignores you. 

“You need water for you quirk, right?” 

You look up, vision swirling. “Yeah-” you’re cut off by him sending off another explosion. He brings you to a corner of the battlefield, gently placing you on your feet. 

You smile, to your right is a busted pipe with water leaking out. Just what you need. With a glance behind you, you see that the villains are getting close. This is your chance. You could use the water to cut the villains off from Bakugou. 

“Get yourself somewhere safe!.” When you say this, his eyes go wide. But, before he can react, you rip water from the pipe. It tears through the metal from how hard you force it out. There’s a lot of it, so you can make the wall fairly tall. You freeze the water as quickly as you can, leaving the form jagged and messy. 

You can hear Bakugou yelling from the other side, but you’re too distracted by the villains who're getting too close for comfort. When you turn around, you see Tomura, with his group close behind. They’re closing in. 

“Does our deal still stand?” You try to keep your fear from leaking out into your voice, but you can’t. Tomura gets closer, and you press your back against the ice wall. At this point you can nearly focus on him. 

You know you can’t fight right now. And if you were to try and use water to defend yourself, you wouldn’t be able to move. In the short time it would take for you to do something, he’d already have you. You couldn’t use your quirk, you had to move and you had to move now. 

“We don’t need liars in our group.” He’s too close. Much too close. He reaches a hand out towards your neck. You don’t know what his quirk is, but you know that you don’t want him to touch you. The ice digs into your back as you try as hard as you can to stay away from him. 

Your legs shake and your vision goes blurry as you dart to the side. “I don’t think you want a dead kid...on your reputation…” You can hardly get the words out, but it’s the best you can do. 

“Actually, it’d be pretty helpful.” 

And then, Bakugou blasts his way through the wall. The blast sends shards of ice flying, forcing the villain to jump back. “Why the hell did you make that so thick?” He yells as he grabs you and drags you to him. 

The action makes your vision spin, but you respond. “To try and save you! What are you doing?” 

He doesn’t answer, and instead looks up. You follow his gaze, only to see a streak of green light. When it gets closer you see Izuku, Kirishima, and Iida flying across the sky. All of a sudden, Bakugou wraps an arm around you and launches the two of you up into the air. 

You tip your leg back so it rakes over the ice wall. While the two of you blast into the sky, you use shards of ice to keep the villains from following. Bakugou grabs onto Kirishima’s arm and your grip onto him tighter. 

When you’re in the air, you roll your head back. Muttering cursed as more and more nausea washes over you. Bakugou shifts you in his arms and gently pushes your head into his chest to keep you from having to watch the whirlwind of colors go by. 

As you try to block out the feeling of all this motion, you can hear Izuku’s concerned voice from above you. “Is she alright?”

“Yeah dude, what did they do to her?” 

“I didn’t let them do shit to her! It’s from her quirk.” You can feel Bakugou’s voice rumble in his chest. You’re surprised that he gathered that much, seeing as you didn’t tell him anything. 

“Should we get her to a hospital?” This time it’s Iida who’s talking. You really want to have some input, to at least explain, but you’re too focused on trying to stay conscious. 

“Are you fucking stupid? Yes, we need to get her to a damn hospital!” The yelling makes his chest rumble even more, which brings you at least a little entertainment. Once the three of them stop talking, you can hear Bakugou’s heartbeat. It makes you feel safe, like maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just let go for a bit. So you do. 

[talesfromamisspentyouth]

I took a pill in ibiza

Ever felt the joy of youthful wonderment? That feeling you get stepping off the plane in a foreign country, when the sun hits you? That feeling is inescapably good, and I’ve been chasing it my entire life.  This is a story about one such occasion, one holiday, and one fucking strong pill. We’d been in Ibiza about 4 days, it was our first holiday away from our parents. We were seasoned drug users by this point, and what other place to visit than the mecca? We had hit it hard most nights but we were showing no signs of slowing up, especially on my mate’s birthday. 
 So far the clubs hadn’t really been our scene, we were into hard beats, not balearic bullshit, it was too slow, too posery, too soft. The clubs were packed with guys with terrible clothes, too smashed for their own good. We spent most of our time at the bars, and then back to our hotel room for the post session. 
 Anyway, it was my mate let’s call hi ‘Steve’s” birthday so we were going out no matter what. There was three of us so it kind of made for a bit of an awkward dynamic, but we were managing. Me and Steve decided we would hit up a super club I forget the name but it has a fucking massive observatory on the top level. These clubs sort of melt into one after a while. We had pre drinks, negotiated the lines :) and made our way into the club. It was the same old thin, shit music, guys who engage non shit banter, and just overall a bit of a miserable experience.  Michael (friend three) didn’t want to be there any more, so he left and me and Steve were sat miserably in said auditorium.   Oh, I forgot to mention we had decided we aren’t going to do pills on this night, taking a break. So we are sat debating when to go home when a character comes looming into our conversation. He looked like a cross between a cockney villain and someone out of Oliver Twist.   “ Do you want to buy any pills?” Strange man said

“Uhh, not sure, uh not really “ I answered.

Steve nudged me and made the case that It was his birthday and it would be the right thing to do, we would only do one. Reluctantly I agreed.

“Okay then can we just get two?” I said.

“ 20 euros” the man said

“Okay”

We paid the guy and got the pills. As he was about to leave, he looked at us and said:

“These are the best pills on the island, running men”

Sure, I thought, they all fucking say that, every pill is the best pill ever. We necked the pills with a luekwarm shite bottle of overpriced water and waited. Then we waited some more, and then some more. These weren’t working they must be a dud.  Fuck this we thought, and decided to leave . As we were making our way outside to the humid night air, I started to feel some panic setting in. I was more than used to coming up, so I was not massively worried but out just began snowballing. The more it went on the worse I felt. This was bad. I became convinced I was going to die.

As you can imagine this was a terrible feeling,, I began to freak out. I kept picturing the guys face, he’d stitch us up, I was sure of it. He’d fucking killed me. I could picture my mum finding out, the headlines back at home. I had to tell my mate.

“Listen mate I’m gonna die, those are dodgy pills, my liver is gonna fail “

It’s hard to convey the terror you feel in a situation like that, it was horrific. I knew there was no way out of it, I’d taken the pill it was too late, this was how I was gonna die. I was a mess by now, we were waiting for a bus home and my mate was trying to keep me calm.

It must have been about half an hour, then something really strange happened. It was almost like instantly the fear disintegrated and I was completely sober. I felt literally nothing. This was a fucking joyous feeling for me, I was alive. I told my mate and he said he had been thinking the exact same stuff but I was freaking out so he didn’t want to freak  out as well, as it would have gotten even worse. The bus pulled up and I was so fucking glad to be going back to the hotel, though there were no seats so we had to sit on the floor on the back on the bus. There was a rowdy group of dick heads behind singing football songs but I was trying to ignore it. We weren’t really talking too much just trying to piece together what happened and what would have been in the pills. Maybe they were a dud. Then something fucking strange happened. I got this jolt of a rush. Now, I’m not talking about a standard feeling from a pill, I’m talking it was as if God himself had lit up[ every synapse in my being and I was sitting in Nirvana. It was completely absurd. I immediately told my mate what was happening and he agreed, they were starting to kick in. This was not the result I was expecting. I had come to terms with these pills being a dud, and surviving the death, but now, fucking hell. Fuck this was the best feeling I’d ever had in my entire life. My body was washing with waves of euphoria, warm loving feelings were permeating every part of my body. This was ecstasy as I understood it. It’s so hard to put into words just how good this feeling is. It’s a feeling you then want to chase for your entire life, its that good. The bus journey didn’t even seem real, I don’t remember how we knew what stop to get off at. I just remember we did get off the bus. We were locked in conversation in that insanely appeasing way that pills do. It was justo important.  The excitement was off the scale, we couldn’t believe we had actually had the best pill on the island. How had this happened?? Divine intervention. My body was rushing everywhere, I’d never felt this good in my life, pulsating rays of contentment were splashing around my body. I felt alive, I felt one. We had struggled to find out hotel the whole time we had been in San Antonio, relying on Michael to get us where we needed to be. This time however it was like we connected to some shared universal GPS, we chatted and chatted, but neither of us spoke a single work about what turn to take or where we were going, but somehow we arrived at our destination. This was when we saw a figure merging from the morning sun, jaw swinging wildly. In pixelated vision we couldn’t quite work out who it was. Then as they approached we realised it was Michael, and he was just as off his head as us. This was incredible. We regaled him the story of the running man, the greatest pill known to man. He listened but I don’t think he understood.

We spent the rest of the morning sipping red wine with a random girl we met and watching the ocean. Nights don’t get much better than this. I miss being young, I miss being happy, I miss Ibiza.

[valkerymillenia]

Now that I've finished season 3 of Young Justice, I'm adding on to my previous thoughts/review.

Anyway...

There's a criminal lack of Spoiler and Orphan, for starters but it's understandable why, this isn't a BatFam show after all (but I'd sooooooo watch a BatFam spin-off of this universe).

Got to see a hint of Suicide Squad! That was a surprise (not really but it's awesome).

Vandal Savage's backstory and development? Literal gold if you like villains (I never liked Savage and yet this interpretation of him just has so much potential!). I do wonder if they will ever approach the "Roy Harper is Savage's descendant" detail...

Thank you, Lord, for all the Klarion! Boy needs to show up more in DC media.

So Halo is bisexual and non-binary? That's pretty awesome but it sucks that nobody in the show seems to get the NB part and everyone codes her as female throughout the whole season, kinda defeats the purpose of having a NB character.

Still annoyed that they used the hijab for hype but removed her actual faith from the character (she literally says "I'm not Muslim", they could have at least left it undefined), you can't bank on a character's traits for "representation" and ignore the meaning behind them, otherwise it's pointless and insulting.

Also, making the Muslim girl the immortal? Badass (and works well with the character). Making it so you can repeatedly kill her to very graphically highlight the seriousness of the situation? A little fucked up, dude.

Still, she's powerful as hell and saved everyone in an amazing display of power.

So yeah, I totally love Halo and her concept is awesome but she was a bit disrespected by the writer and deserves better on some aspects. Oh, and I like the whole "Halo and Cyborg are now related" thing more than I anticipated.

Really happy to get bi Harper Row in the story! Bluebird is such an underappreciated character of the BatFam. The abuse subplot was also very good because it's a topic that needs to be approached in media, victims need to see positive representation.

The Bumblebee baby subplot was... Tricky. It really messes with an important ethical conundrum (yikes, eugenics) that is definitely too complex for younger audiences but I think the goal was to create another future super-kid for the next seasons (still a little icky though but at least they tried to frame it as controversial even to Karen's own feelings). I guess we'll find out.

Granny Goodness has always been a brutal villain and I hope we see more of her. Also, MORE BIG BARDA, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!

Wyynde and Kaldur are SO CUTE! GAH! I need more of them! I just love their relationship so much.

"Who is Dick's family anyway? Is Grayson's father Bruce Wayne-...?" *cue someone immediately redirecting the conversation*

I'm sorry but that what AWESOME and kinda hilarious too. (Yes, Brion, Dick is one of Bruce Wayne's several children, get with the BatFam).

The Anti-Life Equation thing was very well done, I didn't expect it to go so well but every player involved played a great role and the idea of a world with no free will? Shivers, man. Now, it just needs to be readressed in the future because no way would any villain give that up so easily with Halo still alive.

The Geranium City subplot was quite sweet, it brought back some intriguing questions and finally touched a piece of Conner's story that has been hanging since season 1.

Will x Artemis is NOT a thing, thank God! They made such a big deal about it that I was scared and I get the appeal but they are in-laws, it would be so messed up.

I mean, I want Artemis to heal in a healthy way and move on as much as any fan (that limbo sequence made me cry my eyes out, so heartbreaking) but there's no need to force a thing with Will, so I'm glad for the way things got resolved.

Luthor's Infinity Inc reminds me waaaay too much of the Seven in "The Boys"... Still, a smart move. Kinda wondering where it's gonna lead in the future now that they basically belong to Brion.

Terra actually choosing redemption and the Outsiders before trying to kill them was surprising (as was everyone knowing she was a mole), I expected a big fight against her and Deathstroke because that's always been the Terra schtick but instead we got a power crazed Brion, which was a beautifully executed plot twist and as much as it hurts me to see Brion fall (and break Violet's heart) I have to give kudos to the writers, that was well played to wrench our hearts to pieces.

And that new psychic asshole manipulating Brion and making Markocvia into the Light's puppet? Interesting addition.

I really hope Brion gets his own redemption in the next season (orrr maybe he degenerates further into full blown villain? I don't think he has it in him and by the very end he seems to be depressed, lonely and disgruntled with his position already so there might be hope for him yet, but it would be interesting to see him fall further and further beyond redemption and I don't see him infiltrating the Light for the good guys because that would just be a rehash of Kaldur in season 2).

Loved how Lex Luthor got taken down from that bullshit UN position. He's a brilliant villain but he was soooo getting on my nerves in that particular position and it was such a relief to see him fall (which is a sign of how well written it was).

Black Lighting as boss!!!!! Ahhh, that was such a goddamn good choice in this particular universe, especially after he spent the whole season being a voice of reason while going through some growth himself. Still, feels a bit odd merely because he was barely in the bg in previous seasons.

Funny how Conner and M'gann never speak out loud even at home, damn I love this ship (miss my classic timkon though).

That little Robin laugh at the end of the season was such a nice touch, really nostalgic.

What's with the Legion Flight ring on the waitress?

What's with Lobo's finger? So messed up.

Oh boy, now I need Jason and Damian in future seasons (hell, Jon too, give us the Super Sons!!!).

All in all, the third season seems to bring a lot of things full circle at last but also feels like the beginning of something completely new, opening doors and raising questions for a lot of possibilities. It was a very intriguing subversion of a lot of DC plotlines and mythology.

Still... Can we just call the Outsiders the alternate Teen Titans? because that's basically what they are.

CAN'T WAIT FOR SEASON 4!!!!!!

[19umbrellas]

Villain I appear to be || Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Description: You were the eighth member of the infamous Umbrella Academy. Your adopted father, Reginald Hargreeves, had raised you and your seven other siblings to fight crime and stop evil, however, as you grew older you found yourself straining farther and farther away from the life of a hero your father always wanted you to be.

This will be a One-shot series or something? I don’t really know what it’s called. It’s like, same title and concept but different stories and pairings per chapter. If that makes sense. ùwú

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Word Count: 3701

ONE-SHOT

"Klaus? What are you doing?" Diego asked, annoyed when Klaus suddenly stopped in front of a wall. He had his hand rubbing his chin as he nodded every now and then like he was in a conversation or something. Diego gave him a look but Luther stopped him before he could get closer to their curly haired sibling. "Wait, he could be talking to one of her victims." he said but Diego wasn't so sure. For all they knew, Klaus could be talking to a dead hooker or something.

An elderly Chinese man stood in front of Klaus, crying and rambling in his own native tongue with a large cut on his throat. Klaus tried his best not to vomit as blood squirted out the gash every time he spoke all the while truing to decipher what he was trying to say. He glanced at Ben, hoping that he might have understood even a little of what the poor soul was saying but he only looked back with shrug, clearly Ben was more confused than he was.

Deciding that his two days of using Duolingo wasn't enough to prepare him for a conversation with an actual native speaker, he silenced the ghost, apologizing in what little Chinese he knew and told him he didn't speak well enough Mandarin to understand a single word he was saying. The ghost nodded sadly then started to dissolve into nothing. Klaus sighed in frustration as he rubbed his forehead and Ben looked at him concerned. "Maybe it's time to call it a day Klaus." the phantom suggested but Klaus shook his head and kept quiet.

"Hey Klaus." Diego called and Klaus turned to them. "Did you get anything?" Luther asked and Klaus shook his head. "I don't speak dumpling." his replied earned the confused and annoyed looks from his brothers. Diego turned around in frustration as he continued to walk down the street, huffing that this was a waste of time. Luther looked at Klaus with pleading eyes, "Klaus, we've been walking for hours. You really haven't found anything on her yet?" Klaus threw his hands in the air. "Sorry, can't help you." Luther nodded disappointingly.

"Let's just keep going." Klaus said as he began to walk but Luther stopped him. "Maybe you should get back to the house for tonight." Luther said and Klaus looked at him up at him with distaste. "Are you benching me?" he asked, feeling offended. Luther just shook his head "This is a very dangerous mission okay?" he said carefully. "This is (y/n) we're talking about. We don't know what she might do and I don't want to put you in any dange-"

"Don't give me that bullshit Luther." Klaus snapped surprising both Ben and Luther. "Look, I know may not have been much help tonight but I know she's here somewhere." her argued. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even know where to start looking. Do you really think you can find her without me?". Seeing Klaus blow up like this was a rare sight. He wasn't exactly the type to get angry, hell, everyone thought he forgot how to be angry after years of putting all kinds of substances in his body. But, even so, Luther stood his ground and refused to let him come any farther. "Fine..." Klaus huffed and turned around. Ben was following behind him, all the while glaring at Luther.

Ben felt bad for Klaus, he really did. Seeing him get all serious like this was a little unnerving if he was being honest. In truth, Ben was the only one who understood how important this mission was to Klaus. He knew how close you two were even after you left the academy you two still made it a point to keep in contact of each other each day. You were one of the few if not the only person Klaus truly cared about other than himself. Which is why Ben understood his brother's devastation when the news of your death circled around the media.

Around a week ago, while Klaus was still in Rehab, he was laughing with the other recovering junkies in the cafeteria with the TV on in the background when he heard the sound of your name being mentioned by the news anchor. He turned his attention to the screen, feeling a bit excited when they mentioned you but he quickly felt his stomach drop when they rolled the gruesome footage.

At first everything was dark. There was a squirming silhouette in the middle of the shot but what it was exactly was unclear. Suddenly a light flashed from the camera and the mysterious shadow was revealed to be you. Your arms and legs bound with a tight knot and a dirty cloth circling around your mouth. Klaus stood up and he watched in horror as another figure entered the shot making you jerk backward as he ran a hand down your chin. Tears were visibly streaming down your face at this point as the man went behind you and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling out a sharp knife. "No..." Klaus whispered. Your head was shaking as you cried out onto your gag before the man sliced your throat open and blood spurted out. Your killer let your body hit the floor as he made his way to the camera and wiped away the blood on the lense and he smiled. "I love you, (y/n)" he said before slicing open his throat as well and the video ends.

Ben felt sick after watching that, who the hell was that guy. He looked at Klaus, unsure what his reaction might be and prepared for the worst. But, after a moment, Klaus didn't move. He was frozen on the spot, staring at the screen, processing what he have just seen. Now the anchor was back in the shot explaining that the man behind your murder was a deranged stalker who had been following you for quite some time and was said to have a twisted obsession over you. Apparently that video was already a week old but only surfaced a few hours ago when one of the detectives at the police station received an email from a throw away account. The worst part was about this event was, until now, the police still couldn't find your body or any of your remains.

That night, Klaus escaped rehab and fled back to the academy in tears before he stayed up inside your room, trying to conjure your spirit until the sun rose but he was not successful. When morning came, Grace was the first to find him sobbing in your bed. She hadn't even notice him some in last night when he did. She sat next to him and Klaus cried into her shoulder as if he was a child once more. Pogo was watching silently until he retreated to his master's study.

Reginald was staring out the window, newspaper resting on his desk, the headline read: The Siren has been silenced by an obsessed stalker. Her body has yet to be found. Pogo approached him and was about to reach for his plate only to find that Reginald has barely touched his food. He retracted his hand and asked if He needed anything. "Call the sculptor." he said. "We will have a sculpture in number 8-" he coughed, correcting himself "(y/n)'s honor and I want it done by next week." Pogo nodded and exited the room.

As days went by, the siblings slowly came home to the academy to pay their respects to their fallen sister and stay for a week for the funeral. First to arrive was obviously Klaus. The next day it was, Luther and Vanya. Diego showed up two days later. And finally, Allison. The siblings grieved together in the living room as they shared stories about you with Grace and Pogo as they all laughed and reminisced in your memory.

At the time of the funeral, the family gathered at the backyard, in front of your statue that stood next to Ben's. Everyone said a few words and a few prayers before they all retreated back inside one by one when it started to rain. Klaus was the last one outside, his hair and clothes were already drenched as he tried, once again, to call you back from your grave. He fell to his knees when nothing happened. Ben was leaning on his own statue as painfully watched his brother lose the person he loved the most.

As Klaus sobbed under the rain, Luther suddenly burst out the door and told him to get inside. He needed to see this. He was dripping on the floor as he ran inside with Luther leaving a long trail of water and mud from the backyard. Klaus went over to Allison who showed him a video titled, The Siren lives again on her phone. In the video there was a floating (height), (h/c), (s/c) girl singing in the docks as five men followed her to the edge. At first the cameraman was in awe at the sight, telling the viewers how cool this was but when they all jumped into the cold deep blue he quickly put down his phone and ran over to their aid. In the description it said that many tried to rescue them, pulling them above water level, but the men all fought them off and eventually drowned with smiles on their faces.

Everyone looked at Klaus as he ran a hand through his hair. Now he understood why he couldn't conjure you, your soul has been corrupted with hate and fear, so much so that it has twisted the sweet girl you once were into this horrific monster who's only instinct is to kill. Klaus had met many spirits similar to you, ghosts who desire revenge and haunt the people who had wronged them, but he never had the guts to actually face them and most of the time he just ignore them. There was something about you, however, that didn't feel right to him. You seemed far more sinister than the previous ghosts mentioned. He saw it himself, you used your powers to lead those men into their watery graves. He had never seen a spirit cause an end of a mortal life, until now.

"We have to stop her." Luther said, breaking the silence. "Before she kills anyone else." Allison looked up at him, "How exactly do we fight a ghost? I don't think we're well equipped for a mission like this." she glanced down at her phone before putting it back in her pocket. "Maybe we should focus on finding her, yeah? She could be anywhere." Diego said, obviously. The three discussed an action plan but eventually argued amongst themselves. Vanya looked at them worriedly while Klaus was quietly talking to Ben.

"Why don't we try talking to her first?" Vanya suggested quietly. The three ceased their yelling and Diego looked at Vanya. "Oh, yeah, totally, in fact, I think we should throw a tea party, y'know, to make it more fun?" Diego sneered sarcastically. "We can talk about movies, bo-"  Allison had heard enough and nudged Diego on his side, hard, making him shut up as she glared at him. "What do you mean Vanya?" she asked more gently as she looked at the other remaining girl in their family. "I just thought that, since Klaus, can talk to the dead, maybe he could try summoning her so we could try to calm her down?" Vanya was a little unsure of her words but it actually gave them an idea. "You're going to invite an evil spirit into our house?" Diego asked sharply. It was Klaus' turn to glare. "She's not just an evil spirit, Diego. She's still our sister if that even means anything to you." he snarled.

"Klaus is right." Allison said, she never thought she would live to see the day she actually agreed with Klaus. Luther nodded and looked at Klaus "Can you really conjure her?" he asked and Klaus bit his tongue before he nodded. He decided to not tell them about his past failed attempts and just really go all out on his third attempt. After all, he has never been this sober since he was a teenager.

Later, Klaus went around the academy, looking for objects that you might hold a significance to. He gathered everything in your room, making a small shrine on your vanity mirror and lit eight of your favorite scented candles. Each one of the siblings gave Klaus at least one item you had given them and waited outside the door as they watch Klaus kneel before the (y/n) shrine. The first hour there was nothing. Klaus was still on his knees, eyes closed as he tried to concentrate. The rest of the siblings decided to take turns to keep an eye on Klaus and right now Allison was just pacing back and forth in the hallway. When she heard Klaus speak finally she rushed towards the door only for it to slam in her face. She tried to turn the knob but it wouldn't budge. She frantically banged on the door as she called out to Luther and the others. Him and Diego showed up mere seconds later and they both rammed on the door but it was stronger than they expected. What is this door made off?" Diego exclaimed. Luther tried kicking the door open but it didn't even leave a scratch.

Their father had heard the commotion and went to his three panicked children. "Step away from the door." he ordered calmly. "Klaus is still in there!" Allison said but Reginald didn't flinch. "Are you questioning my authority Number 3?" he asked, making Allison step back. "Dad, we have to do something, (y/n) might hurt Klaus." Luther tried to reason with him, explaining their plan and how you came back as an angry ghost, but Reginald just shook his head. "Your brother is handling this. There's no need to worry." he said as he turned around. "I don't think we're talking about the same Klaus here, Dad." Diego said and Reginald glanced back at them.

"You're brother is much more capable than you think Number 2. If you think Number 8 will hurt her family even in death then perhaps you don't know her as well as you thought." he said before walking away. The three looked at each other before hesitantly going back to the living room where Vanya was waiting. The when the sun rose Vanya was the first one awake. She went up to their corridor where their rooms were and knocked on your door. "Klaus? Are you okay?" she asked before opening the door with ease and peaked inside. The first thing she saw was Klaus scrawled on your bed, sleeping peaceful with your (f/c) blanket wrapped around his body. Then Vanya looked at the wall and her eyes widened.

"Oak Street." was written in big red letters, almost covering the entire wall. Vanya ran down and woke up Allison who quickly went to investigate. She studied the letters, swapping a sample of it on her finger. "This is lipstick." she said in relief and then brought it closer to her nose. "(f/flavor). This was (y/n)'s lipstick."

Once everyone had awakened, they all questioned Klaus about what had happened but he said he couldn't remember. That afternoon, the three boys all went to Oak Street in search of you. Klaus had to talk to a lot of ghosts, many of them were your recent victims, asking where you were but sooner or later he ran into a dead end.

That leads us back to now. Klaus was walking home in defeat and when he reached his room he just plopped face down into the sheets. Ben was just standing in by the window and looked down at the empty street below. They both said nothing for the longest time until Klaus sighed and walked out the room, saying that he was going to take a soak in the tub. Ben didn't move but he heard what he said.

Klaus stripped his clothes and went inside the warm water of the old tub. He grabbed the headphones he brought with him and plugged it into a cassette player and started listening to music. He swayed in the water, splishing and splashing as his hands smacked the surface as if it was a drum. Klaus had his eyes closed the entire time and he didn't see the shadow manifesting itself withing the water in front of him. A hand reached out, slowly at first but whenit grabbed his wrist it quickly pulled him down into the deep.

Klaus shot up and gasped for air as he crawled out of a puddle. He found a (f/c) blanket near him and decided to wrap it around his waste before anyone saw him being indecent. Speaking of ,where was he? He looked at the metal roof that was basically falling apart as well as the building's rusty interior. He came to a conclusion that he was in an old, no-longer functional warehouse and from the sound of waves and hawking sea gulls outside he had guessed it was the old docks just outside the city.

"Klaus." A voice suddenly came from behind him. he whipped around and saw you. "(y/n), oh my god, is that really you?" he asked as he approached you. You seemed different from the you he saw from the video. The sinister atmosphere you showed was no longer there. Instead he only saw you. He swiped his hand on your face but instead of it just passing through, like he had expected, his hand lightly slapped your cold cheek. He jumped backwards at the sensation. You smiled at him. "Surprised?" you asked and he stuttered out, "Are you... Not dead?". You laughed at this and shook your head. "Oh... I'm very much dead Klaus." you said solemnly.

"How..." Klaus was confused but you just shrugged. "You're the one who can talk to ghosts. You tell me." you kept your smile on your face but it quickly fell when you looked down. "Klaus, I... I need your help." you admitted and he nodded. "What is it?"

You paused for second before you spoke. "I'm pretty sure you already know what I've been doing recently, huh?" you asked. Klaus thought back to the video of you luring people to their deaths and he nodded. "... Why did you do it?" he asked and you looked him in the eye sadly.

"I..." you tried to explain but it took you a minute to find your words. "When I... Came back I didn't know what was going on. Everything was dark and cold and I felt nothing but pain." you started to shake. "For the longest time, that was all I felt... I was alone... Until I heard your voice. You were calling out to me and I followed your voice until I saw the light. I was standing right in front of the academy. I was about to go in but then I heard the news from a radio of a car parked outside. They said I was murdered and I thought, that can't be right. I'm standing right here. That was when I started to remember." As you went deeper into your tale you started to feel angry, your hair began to float, your eyes slowly became black, and your feet were hovering above the ground. "I felt.... I felt so Angry when I remembered what had happened to me. I was consumed with hate and I wanted to make the man who did this to me suffer. I want to make everyone suffer."

Klaus was silent, he grabbed your wrist and making you look down at him. You started to calm down after looking into his hazel hues and he pulled you into his arms. He stroked your head, "You don't have to do this (y/n). I know what happened to you wasn't fair and I can't even imagine what you're going through right now but I know you. You're a kind person. Possibly, the sweetest person I've ever met and that's why I love you. Please don't let the only woman I love die too."

His words made you tear up as you cried into his chest. He tightened his grip around you as he kissed your forehead. You repeatedly mumbled "I'm sorry..." through tears. He whispered, "It's going to be okay." the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes before you started to calm down. Klaus pulled away slightly and placed his hands on the sides of your face and wiped away your tears with his thumb. He leaned down a little bit and stopped when his lips brushed yours. You closed the gap between you two and you both closed your eyes into the sweet kiss. When you finished you pressed your forehead on his and looked into his eyes. "I love you too." you whispered softly and pecked him one last time before stepping back. "Call me?" you said with a chuckle as you wiped your wet face. Suddenly a been of light shined through the broken roof and you were carried up onto it. You looked at Klaus ones last time before you disappeared with a poof.

Klaus smiled, feeling a huge weight leave his shoulders and he turned around to the exit. But before he could move he noticed a door at the corner of his eye. Something was telling him that he should go check it out and that's what he did. When he opened the room he your dead body lying on the ground with a clean white pillow supporting your head. The wound on your neck was stitched and your body looked clean as you wore the same dress you wore earlier. Candles and flowers surrounded your body and a bouquet of (f/flower) was placed under your hands. He smiled at how peaceful you looked before going out to find a telephone booth to tell the family of his discovery.

AN:

So, here's Klaus! Might do Allison or Vanya next idk haha. Hope you all enjoyed this one. This is like twice as long as the Diego one haha. I just got really carried away Huhu. If you guys have any suggestions or criticism you want to share please tell me in the comments so I can make better stories in the future.

Hope you all enjoyed and see you lovelies in the next one. uwu