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anonymous-dentist · 10 months ago

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Despite what Apa Roier says, Pepito knows a great many things about the world.

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The Ocean is big. It's where Pepito and Apa Roier and all the other Pepitos live, but there's still room for SO MANY other Pepitos!!

Pepito's gills don't work right all the time, so Apa Roier and Pepito's other dads all have to swim slowly so they don't lose him. This is called "asthma", and Pepito is probably gonna grow out of it soon!

Water Pepitos live in The Ocean. Sky Pepitos live outside of The Ocean. Pepito hasn't ever seen a Sky Pepito before, but Apa Roier has, and he says that Sky Pepitos are all ugly and they smell bad.

Apa Roier will return Pepito to the bottom of the ocean and get a new Pepito if Pepito isn't a good Pepito.

Pepito knows that last thing very well. He pretends that he doesn't because it makes Apa Roier said every time Pepito mentions being traded in for a new Pepito, but it's true. It has to be! Apa Roier and Apa Mariana both say it, and they're never wrong!

So, when Pepito does the Very Bad Thing, he doesn't wait for Apa Roier to find out. He swims himself to the bottom of the sea, and he curls into a ball, and he pulls his glasses off so he can cry without getting them all gross, and then he cries.

There's blood under Pepito's claws; he can't get it out no matter how hard he scrubs at them with the sand, it won't come out and that just shows how evil Pepito is, because Pepito is a bad Pepito and now Pepito may as well just die. Apa Roier will get a new Pepito, and they'll be much happier together because that Pepito won't be a monster like Pepito is.

The bottom of the ocean is silent, because the only people who live there are lost little mermaids (like how Pepito and Sunny and Empi all used to be) and bad people. Bad Pepitos, just like Pepito is now.

The worst of the bunch is the Sea Witch, known for his eight long scary tentacles and his glowing white eyes and his evil magic. Apa Roier says that the Sea Witch eats lost little Pepitos, and Pepito believes him, because Apa Roier is always right.

Pepito sniffles and rolls onto his back, staring blindly up at the sun rippling above. It's blurry, and its light barely reaches the bottom of the ocean, but it's pretty. It looks... warm. And Pepito is very, very cold.

Normally when the water is a bit too cold, one of Pepito's dads or Ama Rivers will take Pepito into their arms and hold him real tight until he's warmed up. He always treats it like a hug even if Apa Roier doesn't usually hug back, but that's fine because all the others hug back.

("He's a good boy," Apa Roier says. He glares over Pepito's shoulder at Luzu. "Not a killer. Can you get that through your skull, hmm?")

Pepito's lip wobbles and he covers his eyes with his hands before he gets any bright ideas. He doesn't deserve bright ideas, he's a villain. He doesn't deserve the sun, he doesn't deserve to be a son. He's no better than a... than a... than a pirate!!

Pirates are evil, Apa Roier says so. He met a pirate once when he visited the Sky, and he says that he never wants to see a pirate again. They stink and their teeth are rotten and their nails are blunt and they don't even have tails. All they do is kill and steal and fight and they're horrible- villains!

Maybe that's where Pepito belongs, with the pirates, not in The Ocean. He deserves to have stinky breath and bad teeth and whatever the heck "legs" are (Pepito doesn't know, but Apa Quackity always starts laughing when he describes them, so they have to be stupid.)

The Ocean is where all the Good Pepitos live. Pepito isn't a Good Pepito anymore, so he needs to leave.

There's only one person who can make Pepito into a Sky Pepito, and he lives at the bottom of the ocean.

Pepito whimpers at the thought, but he quickly wipes his eyes and sets his jaw into a firm, determined expression. He slips his glasses back on, and he pushes off of the ocean floor and goes in search of the Sea Witch.

It's what he deserves.

The Sea Witch isn't too happy to see Pepito, but he lets Pepito into his house and sits Pepito down with a plate of fish on his couch, and he listens.

With a frown on his scary face, the Sea Witch asks, "Okay, but what did you actually do?"

Pepito's eyes start watering at the thought, but he answers anyway, because he has to if he wants the Sea Witch to help him.

"I... I did a Very Bad Thing," he whispers, curling in on himself. He wipes at his eyes and looks away to the side. "If I don't become a pirate, then I'll have to go to jail down here, and I don't wanna go to jail, Mister The Sea Witch. Pepitos aren't meant for jail."

"Pepitos aren't meant to be pirates, either. You're a good kid! What happened?"

Pepito just shakes his head in response. He's crying again, but that's fine. Apa Roier always cries, and nobody ever notices, so the Sea Witch probably hasn't noticed Pepito's tears. Maybe he's blind? He doesn't have any eye holes in his eyes (what are they called, pupils?)

There's quiet, but eventually the Sea Witch lets out a long sigh and nods.

"Fine," he says. "But-" (He cuts Pepito off as Pepito snaps his head up and starts thanking him.) "-I get to pick the pirate crew you go with. I know a bunch of pirates, I'll find a super evil one for you to go with."

That sounds... scary. But Pepito has to be a Brave Pepito. If he says no, then the Sea Witch might eat him, and Pepito doesn't wanna die. Pepito just wants to live in misery agonizing over his mistake for the rest of his unholy, evil life. That's all.

So Pepito nods and reaches out to hug the Sea Witch (it's how Pepito thanks his parents at home, and they like it well enough.)

The Sea Witch hums and hugs Pepito back. "There, there. It'll all be fine, Pepito. This big, scary pirate is going to take good care of you, I promise."

And that sounds scary, but it's fine! Pepito is brave!!

A moment passes, and then the Sea Witch pulls out of the hug and leaves to go get his spell ingredients.

Pepito sits on the couch, and he closes his eyes, and he imagines feeling the sun for the first time in his life, and he pretends that he doesn't already have a big hole in his heart from leaving his parents.

(But, really, they were going to leave him if he didn't leave them. So it's fine.)

(Meanwhile, Roier gets home from visiting Bobby's grave to find an empty house. He, of course, panics. Mariana and Quackity are both on vacation, and Rivers is across the reef sparring with Fit, and gods only know where Carre is, and Pepito literally doesn't go anywhere without one of his parents so. So.

Roier's halfway through searching the house when the entire reef shakes. He dashes to a window and looks out just in time to watch a huge column of light erupt from the drop-off point to the bottom of the sea.

He swears and grabs his bag and rushes out the door, not bothering to close it behind him.

Fucking BadBoy...!)

The sun is warm. Pepito thinks he loves it, and he thinks it loves him back with how much sunlight is on him as he and the Sea Witch walk through the Sky Pepito town.

It's a shame he can't say as much. His throat hurts, but it isn't from asthma this time. It's from magic.

"Remember, Pepito, you can't talk when you're on land," the Sea Witch reminds him. "I got you legs and lungs, but you had to give me something in return."

A pause.

"If your dad asks, it was your idea. Not mine. I had nothing to do with this."

Pepito nods, duh.

The Sky Pepito Town is huge, though! So many Pepitos, all wearing different outfits and with legs.

Pepito looks down at his own legs thoughtfully. He doesn't know what to think of them quite yet. They look goofy, but he almost likes them better than he likes his tail.

...Liked his tail. Because he can never go in The Ocean again. If he does, then the magic will run out, and he'll have to go home and watch his parents all interact with the new Pepito they'll have gotten while he was away.

But the buildings in the Sky are so tall! They're taller than even Apa Mariana, and he's HUGE!! And all the Sky Pepitos are tall, too! Taller than Pepito, anyway...

Maybe Pepito would be taller if he got shoes. The Sea Witch had managed to magic up some clothes for him before they got into town, but apparently shoes are hard.

Pepito wiggles his toes as he walks. He smiles. Now these? Really silly.

Pepito walks obediently beside the Sea Witch as the Sea Witch leads him through the town's winding streets towards the docks, which is where the pirates live. Supposedly.

"Now, remember, this guy is super evil," the Sea Witch warns him. "So you need to watch out."

Pepito nods, though he only halfway listens as the Sea Witch continues talking about this super scary pirate captain they're going to. Because, really, how much worse can the pirate captain be than Pepito? It's not like he did the Very Bad Thing.

Pepito isn't paying attention, so he doesn't notice the enormous ship in front of him until he's being led up to a bridge leading up to its... roof?

(What are the parts of a boat, again?)

"Cellbit!" the Sea Witch calls, one hand cupped around his mouth. "I have a present for you!"

Pepito winces at the volume, but he doesn't cover his ears. That would be rude, and he needs to make a good first impression if he wants to show how evil he is to the captain.

Pepito watches the ship's roof until he sees a sign of movement. And then... there he is. The pirate captain, the evil one. Captain Celbi.

According to the Sea Witch, Captain Celbi is the most wanted pirate on the seven seas. The Sea Witch says that Captain Celbi eats people, but he didn't say that Captain Celbi murders them, so maybe he isn't that evil after all. Pepito's probably worse than he is.

Captain Celbi looks small when he's on the roof, but he gets bigger and bigger as he walks down the bridge, and then he's huge when he's standing in front of Pepito with his hands on his hips.

He has a sword, is the first thing that Pepito notices. Second is the scar stretching across his face from his left eyebrow down to the right side of his chin. His hair is long, tied back and hidden under a bit, three-pointed hat; but where are his ears? His eyes are so blue that they remind Pepito of The Ocean.

He looks down at Pepito with his mouth twisted into a worried line.

Pepito tries to look intimidating. He puffs his chest out and stands up tall and furrows his eyebrows the way Ama Rivers does before one of her fights.

Captain Celbi looks to the Sea Witch with a couple of rapid, confused blinks.

"Bad," he says, "what the fudge is this?"

Pepito can't introduce himself, so he just waves. Evilly.

The Sea Witch answers for him, how nice!

"This is Pepito," he says, putting a hand on the top of Pepito's head. "He said that he wants to become a pirate."

Pepito nods.

Captain Celbi blinks again before looking back down at Pepito.

Slowly, the captain crouches in front of him, hands on his knees to brace himself.

"You really want to be a pirate?" he asks.

Pepito nods again, firmly. Evilly. He's evil, just like Captain Celbi is.

"It's very dangerous," the captain continues. "Can you handle that?"

Pepito nods a third time. He squeezes his mouth into a determined line. He's got this.

The captain stares at him, and then he stands and grabs the Sea Witch by the arm and says, "Bad, can we talk?"

The Sea Witch doesn't get a chance to argue before getting dragged away and into the crowd.

Pepito watches them go. There's... a lot of people.

A lot of people.

Who knew there were so many Sky Pepitos!?

Pepito steps backwards until his back is against a tall barrel. He looks down at his hands and immediately tears his eyes away from them because there's still blood under his nails even now that his claws have been dulled into weird beige flat things.

Suddenly, and for whatever reason, Pepito misses Apa Roier. He's good with people. He'd be friends with the entire town by now, because he's a good person. Pepito isn't, though. His only friends are going to be the pirates on Captain Celbit's boat.

Yay.

Eventually, Captain Celbi and the Sea Witch come back.

Captain Celbi looks... less confused, but he still looks a little puzzled. He looks at Pepito like he's the puzzle, which is silly. Pepito's Pepito! Nothing crazy about him.

The Sea Witch, though, looks pleased. He bends down and ruffles Pepito's hair briefly before standing and cracking his back with a wince.

"Welp, I'll be on my way. Pepito," he says, looking Pepito in the eye, "take care of Cellbit for me. He might be a super evil pirate, but he can be a bit silly sometimes."

"Hey!" Captain Celbi protests, lightly smacking the Sea Witch's arm. "Fuck you, man!"

"Language!" the Sea Witch snaps.

Pepito giggles, surprising both himself and the Sea Witch. Huh, guess the magic only took away his voice, not his noise.

Captain Celbi's mouth twitches. He blinks slowly, crouching again and extending a hand.

"Pepito, right?" he softly asks.

At Pepito's nod, Captain Celbi continues, louder, "After you shake my hand, you'll officially be part of my crew. There's no going back, okay?"

Briefly, Pepito considers going back home. He never said goodbye; his parents would've said goodbye before abandoning him for a new Pepito, at least.

But he bites his tongue and takes Captain Celbi's hand, anyway. His hand only manages to hold four of Captain Celbi's fingers, but that's fine. Pepito will be a big Pepito soon.

Captain Celbi nods, and he stands.

He looks at the Sea Witch and says, "Tell Foolish I say hi, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." The Sea Witch nods. He glances down at Pepito. "Be careful, okay?"

"Please," Captain Celbi scoffs. "I'm always careful."

The Sea Witch rolls his eyes, and then Pepito blinks his eyes, and then the Sea Witch is gone.

"What a creepy guy," Captain Celbi comments.

He looks down at Pepito and smiles- he has fangs, what!? So cool...

"Come on, Pepito, we should get on board before my crew leaves us behind."

Pepito's eyes widen in panic, and he runs off for the bridge up to the ship's roof, accidentally pulling Captain Celbi behind him because maybe Pepito forgot to let go of his hand. Maybe.

But Captain Celbi doesn't say a thing. He doesn't pull his hand away, either. (He has to be soooo scared of Pepito!)

Pepito gets to the ship's roof and gasps, eyes flicking from the ship's big stick to the big wheel to the group of people watching Pepito and Captain Celbi back to the big stick.

There's another kid in the group of people, Pepito notices. He's glaring, arms crossed.

Pepito shrinks back and steps behind Captain Celbi; he may be evil, but this other kid seems scary. Cool, but scary.

"Everyone, meet Pepito," the captain announces. He's still holding Pepito's hand despite the stares, wow, he's tough! "Bad brought him up from underwater so he can learn how to be a pirate."

A woman in the group raises a hand. "Are we pirates now?"

Captain Celbi shrugs. "I guess. Can't be that hard, can it?"

What?

Pepito snaps his head up to stare at the captain in shock. What?

But...

Oh! They're lying. Just like Apa Roier said pirates do, they're all scumbags and liars!

That makes much more sense.

Pepito pokes his head out from behind Captain Celbi and offers the most evil smile he can muster. He even waves, evilly; to his confusion, most of the other pirates smile back. Except the kid, who huffs and looks away moodily.

(Captain Celbi is the captain, but this kid must be the boss. Hmm...)

"Baghera, can you help Pepito find a bunk downstairs?" Captain Celbi orders. "I need to finish taking inventory with Pac before we can get going."

The woman who had spoken up earlier grins and salutes, stepping forward and taking Pepito by the hand.

"Come on, Pepito," she says. "You can sleep near me. Unlike some people, I don't snore."

The captain starts shouting in protest, but Baghera just giggles and skips away with Pepito by her side.

As they head down into the bowels of the ship, Pepito takes one last look up at the sun. He waves goodbye to it.

(He just wishes that he got to say goodbye to Apa Roier...)

(Meanwhile, Bad hums as he tends to his plants in his garden. He's just returned from dropping Pepito off with Cellbit, and he's exhausted.

He doesn't look up as a shadow falls over him.

"What the fudge did you do to my Pepito?" Roier demands.

He levels his sword at Bad's Adam's apple; its point digs in slightly, drawing sickly green blood.

Bad calmly pulls his neck backwards.

"Look up," is all Bad says in response.

And that's when the shadow of Cellbit's ship passes over them. They'll have been sailing for, what, an hour now? Just long enough for Pepito to have gotten settled in. (Hopefully, Richarlyson hasn't gotten jealous yet...)

"Fuck," Roier swears. He drops his sword into the sand and runs his fingers through his hair, pacing through the water in frustration.

In a flash, he turns back to Bad and demands, "Me, too. Take me up, too."

Bad hums. "I don't know, you'll have to give something up."

"Yes, yes, I know, just- take this."

Roier points to his bottom-most pair of eyes. (Honestly, Bad hasn't figured out what the heck kind of fish he is.) Without those, he'll be down to two eyes, and he'll basically be blind.

Eh, it'll work.

"Oh, fine," Bad sighs. He gives Roier a look. "But we'll have to wait until they make port again. I can't just stick you up there like this, it'll scare him."

Roier frowns. "What?"

That settles Bad's suspicions, then. Roier really doesn't know what Pepito did, huh.

Well. He's going to find out.

Bad just hopes Roier doesn't scare the poor kid when he gets to the surface and realizes that Pepito's new best friend is Cellbit of all people. All those feelings, ew.)

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A/N:

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agendercrisisx · 11 months ago

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Can I have one where Bakugo and/or Dabi find out that they're sweet innocent angel is actually a masochist?

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗

Request: “Can I have one where Bakugo and/or Dabi find out that they're sweet innocent angel is actually a masochist?”

This is such a fun idea, I'm thinking of something where Bakugou ended up joining the league, so the two boys know each other well. Bakugou has been a part of the league for a few years, so he is a big part of the league. And they end up liking you a little more than expected.

Dabi and Bakugou x gender neutral reader (afab)

Warnings: shameless smut, rough sex, the boys are very possessive, oral sex(f-receiving), Dabi and Bakugou has a blood kink, Bakugou is very much into choking, reader and the boys are masochists (like this is pretty fucked up;)), Dabi plays with his flames in you, reader gets used, reader is in handcuffs (not sexually), reader imagines a lot of stuff, use of Y/N and V/N (your villain name), orgasm denial, reader gets hurt, the boys has a fucked up background, fingering, the boys care for you in a unhealthy way, toxic relationships, cream pie,

Summary: You are an S-tier villain, looking for new work. You meet up with Giran, a C-tier villain, with a lot of connections. You didn't expect to be kidnapped and thrown for the lions. The league knows a lot about you and have for a while had their eyes out for you. Just waiting for the right opportunity to make you a part of their "club". You never thought of yourself as a part of the League, but with the opportunity at your feet, you can't help but accept. The offer is generous, and you were already looking for a job.

Some of the members, Bakugou and Dabi, have had their eye on you longer than they would ever admit. And as they finally have you within reach, they don't care for the wait. They have waited long enough, and they just want a taste. And as soon as they get one, they're never letting you go. Not a chance.

Word count: 10144

A bright light is shining you directly in the face, blinding you, making it impossible to see your surroundings. You can hear footsteps, and several peoples breathing in the room. Or you're guessing it's a room. You have no idea where you are, or how you got there. The last thing you remember is that you were at a meeting with Giran, talking about joining a group of villains. You don't even remember getting knocked out, or anything of that sort. You can't figure out what happened. How the hell did you end up here? With a bunch or probably F-level villains. This is ridiculous.

"Aww they look so cute, all confused." The voice is rough, and you can't place it. Maybe you had met these people before, and you had hurt their ego or something. Because this is so damn ridiculous.

"Before I kill all of you, let me go!" Your voice is sharp and the power alone in your voice, would make almost anyone run with their tail between their legs. What you didn't expect to happen, is that the room burst out in laughter.

You can't figure out exactly how many people are in the room, but it's at least five. Likely more. Their laughter continues, making you squirm. This may be a bit worse, than first expected.

"God they're cute, just look at them, maybe we should let them have a look at their new family." The voice is familiar, but in a weird way, something is definitely wrong. Very wrong. So very wrong.

The light turns away from you, you're blinking quickly trying to adjust to the dim lights of the room. Wanting to see the people in front of you. Silhouettes slowly start to appear, but you can't tell them from one another. Someone steps a closer to you, and your eyes slowly makes the person out. The only thing you can really see, is a pair of piercing blue eyes staring directly at you. The eyes are so intense, you can't keep eye contact, and end up looking away. A chuckle leaves the person lips, and they step back into the shadows.

"Will you turn the light off spinner, so this little angel can get a good look of their new home." The light switches of and your eyes finally adjust to the light in the room. The first person you see is a shorter blonde girl, with a giant knife in her hand. Her hair is messy, but cute. She doesn't look much older than you.

Besides her stand a mix between a man and a lizard. There is also a floating purple cloud. A blue haired man, scratching his neck. A tall man, in full formal attire, and a mask. Someone with blonde hair and a scar down the middle of his face. A woman that looks stronger than any person you have ever seen before. And another two men.

They are standing just so far away, that the light doesn't reach them. Making it impossible to figure out how they look and who they are.

But at the moment, you know one thing. I wasn't some measly group of F-tier villains that kidnapped you. It was the fucking league of villains. The highest tier villains there is. You may be one of the best, but these are even better than you. Not that you would ever admit that.

When you were younger you kind of looked up to them. They were all so cool. But as you sit there before them. You don't know what the big deal was. They're pretty basic. Yeah, they may have some kind of strong quirks. But that’s it. They're not that interesting or fun. They just stand in front of you, not saying a word. Like fucking statues.

"This is the point where you let me go." You smile as innocently as you can, but the rooms stay quiet.

"God you are so boring. I thought the league of villains, were supposed to be fun. All interesting and full of potential, you are just a bunch of old geezers. I don't ev..." You get cut of mid-sentence as a hand wrap around your throat. Squeezing much more gently than expected, only making you slightly lightheaded. Not cutting off your airways at all. This one knows what they're doing.

A blonde-haired boy bends down into the light so you can see his face clearly. His eyes are crimson red, enchanting as you look into them. His face is slim and locks of blonde hair a flowing around his face. Framing it, in such a perfect way, it looks like he uses hours styling his hair. Your eyes can’t tear from his, and you slowly starts to notice the small red specs covering his neck, face and hair. One of the locks is a deep red, but not from dye. His hair is covered in blood.

His hand around your neck has you more excited than you would like to admit. His rough fingertip, slowly moving back and forth over your neck. Has a shiver running down your spine. The light pressure of his hand, the way it fits so perfectly around your neck. Like you were made for him. This unknown, beautiful, villain. Makes your body react more than anyone else before. It's addicting, the feeling of him close. The smell of him, it's sweet, but at the same time smells a lot like cigarettes. No not cigarettes, something else. Fireworks? Gun powder?

And then it hits you. The man standing above you, with his hand wrapped around your throat. Is none other than THE Dynamight. One of the most powerful villains in the entire world. The league of villains may be on top. But without Dynamight, they wouldn't have the whole world afraid.

"Aww so cute, you scared angel?" It's the same voice than called you cute earlier, this Dynamight thinks you're cute? You don't realize you're smiling at the thought before his hand grips your chin and pulls you out of your trance to make you look at him.

"What you thinking about? Something funny?" His before so soft and controlled manner, quickly changed to this aggressive demeanour.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing intelligent comes through your head, so you shut it again. Dynamights eyes are drilling into you, trying to figure out... something. Anything. He needs to figure you out. And soon. Before his own facade crumbles and show you how much he wants you.

"Be nice." Again, it's one of the voices from before, this was the one who said something about turning the lights off... and what was it? It was something weird. You hadn't thought about it before now. Oh right, he said; 'let them look at their new home.' New home? You don't get to speculating, before this new voice steps into the light and your mouth drops.

His eyes a piercing light blue, they are so perfect. It’s the guy from before. His eyes must be some kind of poison, something to lure you in to then kill you. You gaze follows his figure to try and get a profile of this new man. He's wearing a long black coat, it looks like leather, but it’s hard to see. His skin looks weird, but in the dim light it's hard to judge.

He takes a step more and the light hits him, making his black hair almost look blue. And when you look at his face you realize what's on his skin. Scars. They're on his hands, his neck, his face, around his eyes. They're everywhere. But even though they look like something out of a horror movie, you can't help but be kind of attracted to them. It shows he fights. Maybe he would fight for you? Nope, thoughts go away. You take a breath, but a second thought hits. He must be incredibly strong. ...Strong enough to lift you and fuck you against a wall. As soon as the thought hits you, you push it away.

Nope. Nope. Nope. These people kidnapped you. They may be hot. Incredibly fucking hot. But no. You need to get out. And these thoughts are not helping.

"What's that with your face?" Dabi says teasingly, running a hand over your cheek. "There's this soft pink tint." He smirks, and you want a giant black hole to open under you and swallow you whole. No fucking way, you're blushing and getting turned on, by these people.

Dynamight and Dabi are standing above you, looking down at you with eyes, that makes you melt. Fuck they look hot. All bloodthirsty and scary. You try to ignore it, but a pool of wetness is slowly beginning to form in your underwear. You want to swear and scream at yourself. How the fuck is this happening? You don't know them. But you could? Fuck these thoughts. They should die in hell. And leave you the fuck alone.

"Aww let the poor one be." The voice comes from the girl, and you want to thank her, but refrain. Play it cool. Plat it cool. You can do it me. Chill. You take a deep breath and make eye contact with the blue haired man, who has taken a step closer to you, so the others are standing behind him, and he's directly in the spotlight. His neck is rough, and it looks like his skin is close to peeling, like it’s a healing wound. Scabbing and dry.

"Okay, Y/N. Let's get one thing straight. You are now a part of the league of villains. You can say no, of course. But that would just entail us breaking you into a million pieces and using you as confetti above the UA sport festival." He smiles, an uncomfortable smile, one that makes your skin crawl. If you could run away in fear, maybe you would. You actually don't know right now. It's weird, you want to stay. But this wasn't a choice, so why would you want it anyway?

"Chill out boss you're scaring them." The man with the pricing blue eyes says, and you suddenly remember his name. Dabi. Dabi son of the previous number one hero, Endeavor. His quirk should be the strongest fire quirk to ever exist. Maybe you should be nicer. Most of them could destroy you with a single move. Time to play nice.

"Sounds fun. But maybe we could discuss this with a nice glass of whiskey, and me not restrained in a chair?" You don't want to sound desperate, but the fear in you makes your voice shaky.

"I could use a glass, what about the rest of you?" Dabi questions, and the others agree in unison.

Your wrists are still sore from the quirk-cancelling-handcuffs, and your hair is a rats’ nest of a mess, from the strap around your head. You had probably been sitting there a good amount of time before you woke up. And finally sitting in a comfortable chair, has you close to letting your guard down.

The purple cloud puts a glass of whiskey down in front of you, and you quickly grab it to take a sip. The rich taste of the liquid in your mouth has an almost calming feeling. The taste of malt and spices explodes on your tongue. This is not a cheap whiskey from the corner store. It's the Macallan cast strength whiskey. Probably 10 years old. This is expensive shit. Like you knew they are rich and have too much stuff to ever use. But you had no idea they cared about whiskey. Or maybe they don’t, and it was just worth something. Because that shits expensive.

You had seen it in a liquor store once. Locked behind glass, too pricey to even consider putting a price tag. But you know it's one of the most expensive they have.

"Good enough for you?" Dabis’ voice is smooth, and you can't help but smile.

"How the hell did you get this? This is top shelf booze!" Burst out of your mouth, before you realize what you said, Dabi is laughing.

"We do our research sweetheart." You stare confused at him, and he continues. "You don't think it was a coincidence we choose you?" It doesn't answer your question, just giving you a million more.

"Stop playing with them. I want to do that." The blonde girl, you identify as Toga, pulls the knife out of her pocket pointing it at you.

"Do you think they're a screamer?" Togas’ voice is sweet, uncomfortably sweet, coated in honey and filled with poison.

"Please put the knife away, you don't want to scare our guest." The boss, Shigaraki, is quick to let his hand touch the knifes blade, and it disintegrates. Right in front of your eyes. You had of course heard of all their quirks, but seeing them up close, made it so much more real.

Dynamight leans in and whisper something in Dabis' ear. You can't hear it, but the shit eating grin spreading on the both the boys’ faces, has you concerned. Maybe all of this was a bad idea. Why did you meet with Giran in the first place? Why did you want to join a group? It had always worked good for you on your own, why would you want to change that? The questions pile up, and you don't have an answer to any on them. This is nothing but a disaster.

"I have a question." You voice is smaller than you would like it to be, but the room falls quiet, and every pair of eyes are on you. You clear your throat and start speaking.

"If I should choose to join your "club"." You say making quotation marks in the air. "What would be in it for me?" You finish and there's is complete silence for a minute.

"Let’s see... we know you've been looking for a place to join. So that’s a good reason, we're the best of the best. You would be on top with us. A place to sleep, a home. We know you been a bit on the road lately." You look down, shame flooding through you, and you can't really figure out why. You had been staying in abandoned buildings. That's not being on the road. But of course, Shigaraki was right, you need a place to stay. Permanently.

"Also, there's great benefits, we have doctor who can do anything you can ever imagine. You know about our Nomus?" You nod and he continues. "Well, with that technology, we can enhance someone’s quirk, or give them a new one." You mouth is agape, the mere idea of that being possible is insane.

"That's..." You look for the right words. "That's very impressive. But..." You stop yourself, but Shigaraki urges you to keep going. "I don't understand why you're telling me this, I didn't agree to join." He laughs, a genuine laugh, like this is genuinely funny.

"Aww poor you, like I said, you are either joining." He pauses, and the few seconds he stops are excruciating. "Or leaving in pieces." You swallow hard at his words, a lump having formed in your throat.

"Oh yeah, and there's of course the money. You will be richer than the most well-paid hero, nothing will be out of your price range. And even if it's not for sale, we'll find a solution." He smiles again, but it doesn't reach his eyes. This is a business smile. A formal smile. You gulp and you take another big sip of the drink in front of you. Trying to calm the nerves.

You are one of the most feared villains, and you're scared of these people. Yes, they threatened you, and you know for a fact, you wouldn't be able to win against them in a fight. But you aren't normally scared, the feeling is unsettling.

You empty the whiskey glass with one last gulp, and almost break the glass as you slam it back down against the table. Dynamight takes a hold of your hand, and grip is much stronger than first anticipated.

"Don't ruin stuff that aren't yours!" His voice is low, but with an intensity that makes you wiggle in your seat. He lets go of your wrist and you sigh relieved and lean against the backrest of the chair.

"Maybe we should let them think about this, and then we can ask them tomorrow?" The lizards say, he has mostly been quiet this whole time, but he seems nice. Even though you're sitting right next to them, they're talking like you aren't there.

"I don't think they should get the chance to be alone. They are quite strong after all." Dabi says, and the smile on his lips, feels like it has an ulterior motive. Something devious, something you're not sure you're ready for.

"I'll take the first shift." Dynamights' voice is cold, showing no emotion. Not letting any of the others have a say, he already decided.

"Maybe we should be two? Just in case." Dabi says, and Dynamight doesn't say a word. Just waiting for Shigarakis’ judgement.

"Two heads are better than one, and I don't want something to happen. So, both of you have the responsibly of our very own V/N." He puts his hands on the table and pushes himself up. He looks at you for a second, then turns around and leaves. Leaving you all to figure out what to do on your own.

"I'm leaving." Toga says, and she leaves quickly, with Twice in her footsteps, he doesn't say a word to any of the others.

"Yeah, I’m going to go too, need a workout." Magne states, "wanna join?" She looks at Spinner, he nods, and they exit the room too.

"I'm going to make sure Shigaraki doesn't need anything." The purple cloud states and leaves to find the boss.

"I'm going to leave you two to have fun." The man in the top hat states, bows and then retires to his room.

"Just us." Dabi states, and you look up to catch his eyes with yours. The tension from earlier, rises again. You can feel your heart beating faster and your breaths becoming quicker and shallower.

Dabi rapidly switches seats, so his body is pressed up against your side. Dynamight sits on the other side of the table, staring you down. Dabis' warm body against yours is comforting in a terrifying way, you want to lean closer. Let your fingers follow his collarbone and smell his perfume. You stop yourself as quickly as possible, but Dabi felt it. You leaned in.

He is so close you can smell his cologne, and a weak scent of cigarettes. His whole body is so close to you, you want to scream and run. But at the same time, you want to lean in and figure out all this man has to offer.

"You don't get to do it first!" Dynamights' voice is stern and makes you pull further away from Dabi.

"Oh, come on, I wasn't doing anything." Dabi laughs and gestures at you. You have no idea what they're talking about. Something about you apparently. You can't wrap your head around what it could be, it doesn't make sense.

"You were about to, and the deal was they choose. Not you!" Dynamight has this authority around him, you wouldn't dare disagree with him. Dabi on the other hand doesn't seem to care at all, he just wraps an arm around and pulls you closer. You yelp at the motion.

You're so close to him. His warm body. His scent. His hair. You wanted to play with it, softly run your fingers through his hair. Maybe tug at it and see his reaction. Maybe he would let out a soft moan. The image of him on his knees before you, you with a hand in his hair. Pulling him closer to your pussy, making him smell you. Slowly making him take your pants off, so he can get a taste of your cunt. Forcing his head in between your thighs and using his tongue and nose for your own pleasure. Pulling his hair so he moans into you, the vibration from his vocals, having you so close to cumming. His finger running around your thighs and slowly pushing into your gushing puss...

"You're distracted. Something on your mind." Dabis' voice pulls you out of your fantasy. Your lips agape breathing heavily, your thighs pressing together for any kind of friction, and your cheeks already displaying a pink hue.

"Maybe if you tell me, I can fulfil your little fantasy?" He whispers into your ear, his voice low and sultry. You press your legs harder together, why would you be this into these men. They need to take a break and let you calm your body, and your brain. You need a break. From them. Why did it have to be those two who would look out for you? Why couldn't it be one of the others? They seemed nice. They also didn't seem to enjoy making you squirm.

A hand pulls your chin in its direction, making you look up at Dynamights handsome features. He’s standing above you, he had moved from his seat in front of you, to now standing on your right side. He was like a Greek god, to perfect for his own good, too perfect to be human, too perfect to be real. He leans down, slowly closing the distance between you. You tilt your head to the side, so he can easily capture your lips with his. You close your eyes, just waiting for contact. Not caring about anything but his lips. But right before the perfect man is about to kiss you, you hear a thump, and his hand gets pulled away from you.

You open your eyes and look at Dynamight on the floor, Dabi standing above him his hand lit with flames.

"That was not the deal." Dabi says between clenched teeth. "Their choice. Not yours." The flames spread up his arms, following his chest and moving rapidly down his legs, until all of him are caged in flames.

Dynamight smirks, setting off a small explosion in his right hand.

"You didn't think I would just let you touch them and not react. Then you don't know me at all, friend." He spits the last word like it's an insult, his gaze burning into Dabis' own.

You sit back admiring the two men, they both look like gods. Lean and buff. Tall and strong. But at the same time, they're a contrast. Dabis' blue flames and blue eyes. Dynamights' red flames and red eyes. Dabis' black hair. Dynamights' blonde.

Your thoughts wander again, what if you were caught between their fury. Their heat related quirks, burning your skin. Their aggression, making sure you're nothing but a powerless mess in the end. Maybe they would fuck you like that, all weak and not able to fight. You wanted them more than you have ever wanted anyone, and you didn't wanna choose. Couldn't it just be both, couldn't they take a hole each and just use you for their own pleasure.

The thought of them taking you simultaneously, has you weak. Thank some god you're sitting down. Your knees would be buckling, and you would barely be able to stand.

Dabi chuckles and Dynamight joins in. They're standing side by side, looking at you with the most intense gazes.

"Aww they're so cute, when they're flustered. You think it's our fault?" Dabi says and Dynamight quickly continues.

"Yeah, I bet, they've been blushing ever since they saw us. Maybe it's time to give them a little reward? Helping them with that mess between their legs?" Dynamight states and kneels, so he is eyes level with you. "Need help angel?" You stare into his eyes, not knowing how to respond. They took you aback, you thought you had kept it hidden. They may be a bit more observant than you had hoped.

"I... umh... this is... sorry... embarrassing... I... will... just go." You proceed to stand up, but Dynamights hand pushes you back into your seat.

"Tsk. Tsk. No one gave you permission to do that." He smiles and his hand slowly glides down from your shoulder, drift down over your nipple and you gasp. He chuckles and Dabi takes a step closer, to get a better look at you.

"Do it again, I wanna see that reaction again." Dabi's excited, impatiently pushing Dynamights' back with his knee. He obeys and his hand glides back up, putting a little extra pressure as he reaches your nipple. You whimper, and the two men exchanges a quick look, before Dynamight takes a rough grip around your boob and squeezes. You scream at the sudden pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, and your scream turns into a moan.

Dabi kneels beside Dynamight, and he grabs your other boob. Giving it the same rough treatment, as Dynamight just did.

"Your tits are so perfect, fits perfectly in my hand. How do you think it would fit in my mouth?" The question is more for himself, than any of you. Dabis hand slowly snakes under your shirt, lifting it, so he can see the soft skin underneath.

"Let's get this off you." He smiles and starts pulling your shirt over your head, you allow him to do with no protest. The shirt easily slips over your head, and he can't take his eyes off the colourful bra now on full display.

"So pretty." He runs a finger along the lace, Dynamights' gaze is fixated on the curve of your boobs. His eyes hungry for more, the view of your nipple, or maybe the taste.

Dynamight reaches out, letting his finger dip under the edge of the bra. His finger pulls it a few centimes out from your skin, and lets it snap back. You hiss, and he takes a hold of each cup. His biceps tense and he rip the bra in half. The satisfying sound of fabric ripping, makes him smile, but the looks of your breast, all free and bare. He gulps, not wanting to scare you away if he's too eager. But some god they are perfect, every curve is perfect. Your nipple looks so perfect, he wants nothing more than to put it in his mouth.

He bends down letting his tongue be the first to make contact with your exposed skin. You whimper at the first contact, and he slowly pulls the nipple into his mouth. The sounds you make, has him too excited to control himself. His teeth catch your nipple, and you cry out. The feeling is so intense. It feels so good and so bad at the same time, but you don't want it to stop. It's like the pain enhances the pleasure. Making the soft licks of Dynamights tongue, that much more pleasurable.

"My turn." Dabi pushes Dynamight to the side, and takes the other nipple in his mouth, to give it attention too. His tongue is rough and lapping at your nipple only for his own pleasure. Nothing about this is about you, but the noises you makes has the boys excited. They want to know what other noises they can have you making, what will make you scream? What will make you cry? What will make you beg?

"I...umh..." You sentences gets interrupted by Dynamights finger slowly stroking you clothed pussy. "I wanna... FUCK..." He found your clit, slowly but surely making you moan. "I wanna know your names!" You almost scream as Dabi bites down on your nipple. "You know mine, I... fuck... wanna know yours." The boys pull away, leaving your most sensitive spots alone for a second. They exchange a look and Dynamight clears his throat.

"My name is Bakugou Katsuki... I'm 21... I, umh, I was not wanted." His gaze is on the floor, avoiding eye contact with you.

"I'm Todoroki Touya, I'm 28, I was abused by my father, and he almost killed me." You look dumbfounded at the two men in front of you.

"You... I... I'm sorry... but you didn't have to say all that... I just wanted your names." Katsukis' eyes find yours and he smiles softly, even though the pain is clear in his eyes.

"We know so much about you, it's only fair if you know something about us too. You're going to be a part of the league anyway, you're going to get to know us sooner or later." You don't know what to say, you had your own reasons for becoming a villain, but just by the sounds of it. These two have been through a lot.

"We don't want you to leave, we wanna make you one of us. And maybe trusting us, is a start?" Dabis' blue eyes finds yours and you nod slowly, trying to comprehend what you had just been told.

"Can I help?" Your voice is soft, and the boys heart melted a bit right there.

"We can go to my room and play some video games? Maybe that'll get our minds off it?" You smile and try to stand up, but right as your legs are supposed to carry you. You fall. The floor quickly nearing your face. Fuck this is going to hurt.

Something stops your fall, and you look up to find Katsukis' arms wrapped around you. He lifts you, so you’re back on your feet.

"You're my hero!" You exclaim, but as soon as you said it. You know you shouldn't have. Katsuki lets you go instantly and takes a step back, turning around to face the wall.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't know that was..." Touya stops you pulling you back from Katsuki.

"There are somethings, we don't talk about." He says, letting go off you and stepping up besides his friend. The pit in your stomach seem to want to swallow you whole. You barely know him, and the fact that you hurt him feels worse than anything before ever has. You want to scream, cry, rip your skin off, anything to make this feeling go away. Your chest hurts, the feeling is so heavy and strange. You want the floor to open and swallow you whole. God just something to take back what you said. Anything. Right now, it would be nice to have a time traveling quirk. Just something to go back and fix this.

The burning feeling in your eyes and the lump in your throat, quickly makes you aware of the tears on their way. You try and swallow, but it only makes the feeling worse. You look up and blink, trying to stop the tears. Don't let them fall. Don't. Don't. Don't.

You gaze moves back to the two men. They are still standing with their back to you, talking softly. You're unable to hear what they're saying, but it doesn't matter. Katsukis' shoulders are slouched, and he looks so small right now.

A tear falls down your cheek, while you just stare. Your body shakes weakly as you start to cry. Silently. Not wanting the two men to hear you, too scared to move. Too scared that they'll turn around and see you like this. You frantically wipe the tears off your cheeks with your arm. You look down at yourself and your entire torso is bare, you desperately look for the shirt. Not seeing it anywhere. You can't be like this in front of them, crying and naked.

You take small steps at first, trying not to alarm them. Slowly walking around looking for the shirt. Where the hell did Touya put it? You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to keep just a small amount of decency. You bend down to look under the table.

A hand lands against your ass and you yelp. Touya is standing behind you, smirking and taking a good grip on your hips. He slowly grinds his hips into your ass, his hard cock hitting just the right spot. Fuck he is big, the outline of his cock making you almost scared of the near future. You moan and he pulls a bit away to slam back against you. You awkwardly stand a bit up, but Touya pushes you down over the table. Bended so perfectly, exactly the right height for him to fuck you. He leans down over you, letting his chest touch your back, as his mouth is right against your ear he says.

"You should give Blasty some attention, I think that'll cheer him up." You eagerly try to get up, to do anything to help Katsuki. But Touya holds you down, pressing his hand against your back. You try to wiggle free, but his strength with just one hand is insane. You feel a change behind you, and as you look back, you make eye contact with Katsuki. His eyes are bloodshot, likes he's been crying, but at the same time they're so intense. God, you want him inside you.

"Please, please, I'll do anything, just..." He jerks your bottoms down ripping them most certainly. He stares at the underwear you're wearing, it matches the ruined bra.

"This is in the way." He rips your underwear but leaving the ruined fabric hanging around your waist. The cold air hits your pussy and a small whimper leaves your mouth. He pushes a finger into you roughly, making you sure to hit your g-spot as he curls his fingers.

"This is not going to fit, we need you warmed up angel." He falls to his knees, continuing using his finger. Pumping in and out of you, making sure your wetness is well spread around on your lips. His head dips, and as his tongue makes contact with your clit, you moan. He adds another finger, stretching your pussy. Preparing you for his cock. You haven't even seen it yet, but if this is the treatment to get you ready, you know he is big.

His tongue slowly laps on your juices, while his fingers speed up. They hit your g-spot every time and you can already feel the nearing orgasm. Your former partners have never made you cum, they never knew what they were doing. But Katsuki has you close in seconds.

He pulls his finger out and you whimper at the loss. His tongue quickly takes its place, fucking into you. He tongue-fucks you, then moves back to your clit. Licking it softly and then back to your pussy. Your legs are starting to shake, and he can feel the effect he has on you. The sensation builds and builds. You can feel your high. It's so close. You just need a little push. You press back against Katsuki, and his tongue finds your clit. He slowly circles it, your legs cramp. Not being able to hold yourself up anymore. He pushes his finger back in you, and standing up so he can hold your body weight. You moan, you're so close. Just a tiny bit more. A smidge.

He stops. Pulling his hand from you and smirking as you turn your head to look at him. He lifts his hand to put his finger, covered in your liquid, into his mouth. He sucks the sweet juices off and a moan escapes him lips.

"Fuck you taste good angel."

"Let me taste." Touya is quick to push Katsuki to the side, slipping a finger into your heat. You whimper at the feeling, his fingers are so long. He hits your g-spot once and you moan. And he, just as Katsuki, pulls out. Leaving you desperate and whimpering.

He pops his finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

"You're so right, this is the best thing I have ever tasted." He looks a Katsuki, and the smirk before both stepping closer. They jeans rub against your ass, and it hits you. You're fully naked, and they're both fully clothed.

"I demand you take off your clothes." You yell. You wish you could see their faces, to figure out what their reactions is. But they stay behind you, uncomfortably quiet.

"Please." You whisper, just wanting to not feel so vulnerable.

The tip of a cock is pressed between you folds, slowly but surely bottoming out. You moan and the cock so deep inside you, fills you up like nothing before. You try to turn around to look at who is buried in you, but one of them holds your head still.

Fuck it feels so good. Filled to the brim by a fucking hot guy, and another one is waiting for his turn.

"It fits, now let's try the thing we discussed." Katsukis voice breaks the silence, and it's the most relieving thing ever. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

"No. No. No. Get back inside please." Your voice is desperate, and a strong pair of arms lifts you on the table. You settle down and finally look at the two men. They're naked. Butt ass naked. And they look fucking good. Bakugou is buff, body builder buff. His whole body looks like a weapon, scarred, and bruised. But he looks so fucking hot. His cock is standing straight up, shining slightly from your wetness now covering his cock. It's so thick, bigger than anything you have seen before.

You look over at Touya, he's a bit taller, not much, but enough that it's noticeable. His lean and unquestionably strong, but his muscle aren't as defined as Katsukis. His nipples are decorated with a pair of metal studs and his cock his giant. Maybe slightly longer than Katsukis, but not as thick. The nipple piercings are so cool, fitting when the rest of him is just as pierced.

You're sitting on the table, most of your weight on your hands placed slightly behind. Leaning back a bit, so your stomach and chest are on full display. Your legs are spread, so they have a clear vision of your dripping pussy.

Katsuki is the first to take a step, moving confidently in your direction. Doing a kind of model walk as he struts to you. He stops right in front of you, taking a hold of your neck putting slight pressure and pulling your head to the side, so he can place soft kisses along your pulse. He places a kiss behind your ear, making you whimper, and his teeth sink into the flesh. You cry out, but he doesn't stop. He stops as the taste of blood in his mouth. You scream as his teeth punctures the skin, he pulls his teeth back, and makes small lick on the open wound. It feels weirdly good, not something you would expect, but it has your heart racing and your pussy wetter.

Touya moves next, already enchanted by the show you put on. The way your body struggled against Katsukis hold, but you let yourself enjoy it in the end.

"Let me try." Katsuki switches places with Touya, and Touya is quick to continue where Katsuki stopped. His tongue slowly tastes the blood leaking from your throat, he hums as the taste hits his tastebuds, and he is quick to start sucking. Slowly pulling the blood from your body. The lightheaded feeling from Katsukis grip, is getting worse. Maybe blood loss is serious.

"...something... I... wan... nananana... sayyyyiaaa." Touya steps back, a worried look in his eyes. Katsuki has the same look, and fatal flaw the boys just realized is that they never wanted their one-nightstand to survive, or they didn't care at least. They didn’t care if their partner enjoyed themselves or was fine in the end. But they care about you, and maybe they had been a bit rough. Normally the girl or boy they took home was just to satisfy a need. You're different. You're a part of this family now. You're a part of their lives. They don't want you to die. They want to hurt you, yes. But only if it's good for you too.

The blood keeps streaming from your wound, and Touya says something to Katsuki. But you're too lightheaded to register. Touya steps closer, something like an apology leaves his mouth and then pain. Excruciating. Agonizing. Tormenting. Unbearable. Dreadful. Pain. Your vision goes black. But you can still feel the pain. It's like hell is peeling your skin of sewing it back on and peeling it off again. The pain is worse than anything you had experienced before. You want to cry and scream. But not a sound leaves your mouth. No tears fall. You can't move a muscle.

Light. Blinding light. Oh no. Was this all just a dream? Are you sitting in the chair? About to be interrogated? Was everything just your imagination? Are you back before the league? An uneasy feeling spreading through your body. Something is wrong. But you have no idea what. Something is so so wrong. You can't feel your limps, your body feels like it's floating. Everything feels weird. Off. Like you're not where you're supposed to be.

Hell? Heaven? It feels more like heaven than hell. Even though you have never been. Maybe this is the end. Just floating in eternity forever.

"Hey..." The word is soft, and another follows it. "Come back to us." A few seconds of silence, before an almost desperate "please."

You blink your eyes a few times. Trying to get your vision back. Slowly the room becomes visible. To faces looking down at you. You can't pinpoint them. They seem familiar. Like you know them.

Then it hits you, and you erratically sit up. Hitting your head against one of the others, and you groan in pain. Your vision gets even more blurry after the sudden raise in position. A laugh comes from the right, and you turn your head. But you can't figure out which of them it is.

A hand moves to stroke your cheek, and you lean into it. Finding comfort, in one of their rough hands. The fingers were long and slender, with a scent of cigarettes. It's Touya. He softly caresses your cheek with his thump.

Your vision is almost back, and your body is starting to feel normal. Katsukis' face is still concerned as you meet his eyes, and he moves a bit closer. He snakes him arm around your waist and pulls you closer so he can kiss your hair.

Touyas' hand sneaks down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Which quickly starts a tugging way. Katsuki pulls you down so you're lying in his lap, looking up at him. Touya is quick to make a counter move, pulling your legs around his waist. Making you lay, in and interesting position between the two men. Katsuki is about to make another move, when his eyes meet Touyas’, and they exchange a knowing glance.

"If you're going to fuck me, it's going to need to be nicer than last time. You made me fucking pass out... from Blood loss!" You emphasize the last words, and they look kind of proud. Or a mix of proud and ashamed.

"I'm going to be nice... but I will... for the love of god, make you cum from pain. And pleasure, of course. But there needs to be a good amount of pain." Katsuki smirks and pulls you closer, kissing you wound softly. It's been cared for, so your whole neck is packed in gauze. But the pressure on the still very sore wound, makes you let out a soft whimper.

Touya groans, grabbing a hold of your thighs and pulling you down against his cock. You moan and you can feel his cock harden at the noise. Katsuki is still bend over you, with his lips making contact with your wound, and the sudden motion from Touya makes Katsukis' teeth scratch the bandage. You cry out, and once again they exchange a glance, an all-knowing glance. Like they can read each other’s minds. Like there is so much you don't know, and maybe they'll never tell you.

“The point angel, is to show you a side of yourself you don’t even know exist. Don’t deny that you enjoy the pain, that you enjoy the excruciating pleasure. The heightening of the pleasure, with just a bit of pain. Or maybe a lot. I think you can take it. We’ll just have to train you, to behave like a good little doll.” He leans closer, as his words makes you squirm.

His words make you so damn desperate, but you fight to keep your composure. Trying to make sure the guys don’t figure it out. Even though it seems like they already have. How the hell do they know you better than you know yourself? Right. They fucking spied on you. What do they know? What don’t they know? It’s a weird question. How much can someone you have just met know about you, but at the same time. They’re in the league of villains. They could probably get all the information in the world, if they wanted.

“Someone’s excited, huh?” Katsuki says with his face right above yours, you stare into his crimson red eyes. They’re so intense, studying your face, remembering every detail, getting all your secrets from just your face. You’re breathless as he keeps looking, your heart beats faster, your breath gets shallow, you get nervous. It’s so intense, nothing like anything you have experienced before. How can a look have you feeling so much? How can his eyes have you feeling so desperate?

“Maybe we should help them out of this?” Touya says and breaks the moment between you and Katsuki. You acknowledge what you’re wearing, it’s a big black shirt with a white skull on it, it must be one of theirs, cause it’s definitely not yours. It doesn’t take long for you to realize, you’re not wearing any underwear. Which mean Touya has had free access to your pussy this whole time. You gulp and your eyes meet his, he’s smirking knowing exactly what you’re thinking.

“Is this what you want me to do.” He reaches a hand down to your cunt, slowly inserting one of his digits. You whimper, as his one finger slowly suit the ache in your core.

“God your soaked, you think I can just,” He slips another finger in easily, and you moan at the feeling of getting stretched on his long digits. A smile curls his lips, he’s got an idea. And probably not a nice one.

“What?” You express, trying to figure out what he’s thinking. But you can’t read a single of his emotions.

“Oh, just a little test.” His smirk gets bigger, and a quick burst of heat spread in your pussy. You moan and look down to figure out what just happened. It happens again. A hot burst of warmth, on the edge of pain. But it stops just before it hurts. You move up on your elbows, to look down at Touyas fingers. The feeling comes again, and you see light coming from your cunt.

That fucking bastard. He’s using his quirk. In You. He’s playing with his flames in your pussy. The fucking problem is… that it feels good. How the hell does that feel good? Don’t tell him. Don’t admit that what he’s doing is working.

It doesn’t matter, he already knows. A knowing grin on his face. As he does it again, and he can feel your pussy clench around his finger. You whimper as the flames stay a little longer this time, starting to burn. But even though it should hurt like, hell. The feeling is amazing. The pain, it makes his fingers feels so much better.

You look up at Katsukis’ face, his eyes are focused on where Touya is penetrating you. Staring at your drenched pussy. He licks his lips, and his gaze moves to catch yours.

“Maybe we should finally do the thing we talked about?” He is clearly talking to Touya, the two men’s gazes are on you, but they’re talking like you’re not there.

“Lets.” Touya responds and withdraws his fingers, as you whimper at the loss. Touya stand up, quickly making work of his clothes, and laying down on his back. His legs are bended over the edge of the bed, clearly a plan in mind, but you can’t figure it out. His cock stands straight up, making you gulp at the sheer size. Oh, to have him inside you.

“Get on angel.” Touya commands, and you don’t waste any time to get on. “No, the other way.” You obey and get on cowgirl style, facing Touya. You grab his cock making his tip hit the outside of your pussy. You slowly sink down, moan and whimpering as he lets you take it at your own speed. When you’ve gotten halfway, you stop. You feel so full, there is no way in hell that you’re getting him the rest of the way in.

“Come on angel, a little more.” You whimper as you press yourself down, only get a little bit more. Not near enough for him to bottom out. “You gotta do everything yourself.” He mumbles and takes a hold of your hips. “Deep breath.” He states to you, and you do as he says. He thrust his hips into you, bottoming out. You scream as his cock hits your cervix, and you fall forward following the rough treatment. You’re gasping for air. You feel so fucking full, like you’re getting split down the middle.

“Your turn.” Touya declares, and before you get to react, you can feel a presence behind you. Katsuki bends down, putting his lips next to your ear.

“This is gonna hurt, but your gonna enjoy it.” He whispers against your ear, and he stands back straight. He presses a hand down on your back, your pussy is filled with Touya, but he doesn’t seem to care. He presses his tip against you pussy, making you whimper as he presses the tip in. You scream. Fuck your full, and he is not even half in. God they can’t both fit. It’s not going to fit. It’s just not.

“It’s not gonna fit.” You whimper, but Katsuki just chuckles.

“I’ll make it fit angel, don’t worry.” You can’t protest, it feels so good. So, fucking good. But god, they’re going to tear you in half. They’re going to kill you. But fuck that. You’re going out at the top. You’re going out screaming. Hopefully in pleasure.

“Angel will make it feel good, just relax.” The soft grip of Touyas' hand around you chin as he says his calming words, makes you relax. Okay, okay. This is going to be okay. No need to worry.

You scream as Katsuki slams into you, bottoming out in a single thrust. You’re gasping and on the verge of tears. Fuck it feels good. But god it hurts. You are being stretched in a way, that’s not human. Not normal. This wasn’t on your to do list last year. Not even yesterday. This was never something you had even thought of trying, but the feeling of being so full. Getting stretched so good. You never wanna stop.

The switch wasn’t something you expected. You want to continue, this isn’t something you don’t want to do. This is something that’s perfect for the situation. But good you’re not sure they’ll be able to move. You’re filled to the brim. They should be able to move, it is probably not possible.

Katsukis voice is low, a soft groan escaping his lips. He’s trying to control his breathing, he’s doing everything in his power not to cum right there. In your tight, wet pussy. Fuck he has never felt something so good. You’re perfect. Perfect for them. Their good little angel.

“You need more time to adjust?” Touyas’ voice is soft, he cares, he brushes a lock of hair out of your face. You shake your head, and a smile wider than anything you have seen before, breaks out on his face.

“Good doll.” Katsukis’ hand reaches around and grabs your throat, pulling you up. As your sit up Touyas cock hits your cervix again, and you moan at top volume. Katsukis’ hand presses harder at you throat and you quiet down.

“You want the whole building to hear?” He chuckles, and a rush of embarrassment floods over you.

“They can hear us?” You say barely above a whisper. The boys laugh, and their unison decision is to pump their cocks further into you. You scream, and you’re sure everybody is going to be able to hear you. But the feeling of the boys’ cocks, make you not give a fuck. And so what if someone hear? They can enjoy your moans, and if it bothers them, then they can leave.

“What did you think about?” Touya pulls you out of the thought, you blush and look down.

“Oh… nothing.”

“Right, nothing, cause “nothing” makes you clench around us like your life depends on it.” His voice makes you even more embarrassed.

“We’re not shaming you, we just wanna know, maybe we can fulfil the fantasy?” Katsuki continues and you mumble something none of them hears.

“Speak up angel, you gotta speak up.” Touya commands in a soft voice, but you know you don’t have a choice.

“I… Was Thinking About Other Hearing Us!” You yell as quickly as possible, closing your eyes and pretending to now exist. The boys are quiet for a second, before Katsuki pulls you head back so he can look down at you, as your head is bend backwards.

“You want someone to hear? What about watch? They don’t get to touch, but they can look. They can look at us fuck you, and hope they get a turn. But they won’t cause your ours, get that?” You nod eagerly, he takes a hold of your hair and pulls your further back. You instinctively open your mouth, and he smirks.

“You gotta answer angel, you want someone to watch? Look at your perfect body. Look at how well you take our cocks?” Touya elaborates. You think for a few seconds, as you debate the pros and cons. It would be fucking hot, you would be off limits, maybe they would like just watching. But to be on display? Maybe it would just be weird. You like they idea. But would you like the real thing?

“I don’t know.” You admit, and the feeling of failure washes over you.

“That’s not a problem, we’ll figure it out. We can try it at some point, not now. Now it’s just and your sweet pussy.” Katsuki let’s go of your hair and lets you look down at Touya. His eyes are dark, his normally so light blue eyes, have turned almost black as he looks at you. He looks hungry, like he can’t wait for whatever is about to happen.

“Ready?” Katsuki says, and you’re just about to nod, as you realize he’s talking to Touya.

“More than, you wanna start?” Touya ask, and before you hear an answer Katsuki pull almost all the way out, and then slams back in you. You scream and a groan comes from Touya as you clench around them.

“I wasn’t ready.” You say between clenched teeth, and Katsuki just chuckles.

“No one asked you angel.” He grins and pulls out again, just slam back in few seconds after. You can feel every vein on his cock, and as his tip hits your g-spot you scream.

“Do I really feel that good?” You know Katsuki is smirking behind you as he says it, and you clench consciously just to make the two boys’ groan.

“Fuck you, that’s mean.” Katsuki gasp and grabs your neck to pull you back again, so he can stare into your eyes.

“Oh really? Cause I just did the same thing as you.” You smile innocently and Katsukis gaze darkens. The intensity in his eyes’ doubles, and maybe teasing him was a bad idea. Because whatever that’s on its way now, is going to turn you into a mess.

“I’m not waiting, we gotta fuck the brat out of them.” He remarks, and as soon as that’s said. He sets a rapid speed pounding into you, as you scream and clench around him. It doesn’t take long for Touya to do that same and start fucking up into you. Their rhythms aren’t the same and it’s worse than if it were. One of them is always hitting your g-spot or your cervix. You’re screaming and the tears are welling up in your eyes. It feels so fucking good, you can’t speak, can’t think. You can’t do anything but take it and scream. The tears have begun to stream down your cheeks, as you whimper and moan.

Their speed doesn’t slow. Their stamina is inane, like machines they just keep it on. You want to stop, want to take a break, but no. You can take this. Take their cocks. Nothing is making you retreat. You got what you wanted. You got them both to fuck you like mad men. And it’s better than you ever imagined. Maybe they are mad man. Not many villains aren’t. But these are your mad men. These two are yours. Your property.

You scream as they keep pumping their cocks in you. You can feel your orgasm nearing. This is going to ruin you. You whole body is tense, your legs are shaking and cramping. You heart is beating at an insane speed. You’re gasping and moaning, barely able to breathe. The tension and the heat building in your abdomen, is such a familiar feeling. But this isn’t going to be a normal orgasm. This one is going to ruin you. These two men are running you. No one will ever be able to touch you like them. No one will ever have that effect on you.

Katsuki and Touya can feel you clenching around them, they know exactly what’s on its way. And they’re not going to stop. Not if you beg, you’re theirs now and you’re going to take everything they have to give. But it may not be today, because both of the boys are already close too. Your moans and whimpers, making them more excited than expected.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moan, “I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” You almost scream as Touya touches your clit and gently roll it between his fingers.

“Cum for us angel.” That all you need, and you let the orgasm come. You scream and clench as your pussy starts to pulse and cream around their cocks as your orgasm just keeps coming. Your legs are cramping and shaking, and Katsuki must hold them still, so you don’t move too much. Your heart is pounding, and your vision goes white for a second as another wave of your high hits you. You roll your hips against Touyas hips, but none of the boys stop their rhythm, still pumping into you. Making your orgasm never ending.

As you clench a final time around them and fall forward, Katsuki can’t hold it anymore. He cums hard, filling you with his cum, painting your wall white. Stuffing you, and with a final groan he calms down too.

“Please cum in me.” You moan against Touyas’ ear, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. He fills your pussy even more. He thrust hard into you one last time as his last spurt comes, and he’s done too.

Their cum is leaking from you, you pussy is gaping as the two boy pulls out. Leaving you in the bed, whimpering and spent. Katsuki lays down beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“I need to get something from my room, be back in two.” You barely acknowledge Touya leaving, you head is mush. And you can’t even say thank you to Katsuki, you just lay in his arms waiting for Touya to come back.

Touya steps into the room, something in his hand, but you don’t have the energy to really look at it, to figure out what it is.

“Lay still.” Touyas' voice is soft, and something cold is pressed against you pussy. You’re sore and something being pushed into you has you whimpering and crying out. The cold thing gets pushed all the way in. It wasn’t big, just enough to plug your hole.

“Perfect, now everything will stay inside.” Touya chuckles and Katsuki kisses your hair.

“Was it good to be filled by us?” Katsuki asks and you nod, too tired to talk. And before long you're off to dreamland. Dreaming of getting creampied by your two new favourite people.

Thank you so much for reading this, I'm really happy with how it turned out. It's like my favourite work ever. I hope you enjoyed it. It ended up being a little longer than expected *awkward laugh* Also, have an amazing day, love ya<3 I was kind of thinking about writing the back story to Bakugou. So, we get an inside in what happened and how he turned into a villain. I have some ideas, I was just wondering if people actually wanted to read that? And maybe a second chapter of this one?

Edit: I'm working on the second chapter, because a few people asked for another. So to please the people, in hopefully a few days there will be a second chapter.

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thepenultimateword · 3 months ago

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Skin Crawl Part Two

Part One

CW: bugs, shedding skin (the description has the possibility of grossing people out)

Hero pinched themselves hard in the thigh, managing to snap our of their gawking stupor.

Ok. This was real. Villain--their Villain--was here and a criminal and apparently in a relationship. Not that that mattered, it wasn't like they'd ever been anything anyway. It'd been 8 years, and Hero had gone on plenty of dates in that time too; it would be weirder if Villain hadn't, so smooth and beautiful and interesting as they were. And Hero was the one who cut contact, so they didn’t really care what Villain did or who with, though maybe they should be focusing more on the criminal part of things, namely the imminent danger they would be in if they were found out, not just as a member of the agency but as Hero.

"Y-you don't want to make an appearance?" Hero said, attempting composure. It was not their best work.

"And ruin all your hard work?" Villain said with a tsk. "Despite what you think, I'm not that ostentatious. Come."

Hero sauntered closer, uncomfortably aware of their longer gait. Shedding one's skin could do many things, but it could not alter height. Bones were stubborn, painful things to change. Most people didn't notice a few-inch difference, and slouching, heels, or any manner of things could hide it. A familiar face blinded even the closest of friends and family. After all, shapeshifting wasn’t exactly a go-to suspicion. But Villain knew. Eight years ago they'd gotten good at picking Hero out of a crowd. If anyone was to notice that Remy was too tall, it would be them.

They consciously shortened their steps.

Villain dropped into a seat behind their desk, tossing the moth wings to either side of them. Hero carefully stepped over the curling tails and hesitated behind the criminal's shoulder. They were even more breathtaking up close. Hero had to fight the urge to run their hand down the velvet stretch of one wing. When had they learned to extend their power this way? At least, Hero had to assume the new appendages were due to their power. Abilities tended to have more angles than expected when properly trained. Did that mean Villain had found a trainer? Hero couldn’t imagine it. Their old friend had been so sensitive about using their gifts in front of others, and they’d had no relevant career plans to motivate further development. Though obviously neither of those things were the case now with Villain a criminal and flaunting their buggy affiliation to the world. People could change a lot in 8 years. Maybe Hero just didn’t know them anymore.

Had they been standing here too long?

Lover, Hero! they snapped internally. You're their lover! Do something lovers would do!

Their insides twisted.

They had played lovers dozens of times in their career and all that role entailed. Stepping into another's skin was like stepping into another reality, completely separate from their own. It didn't matter what they did or said, it wasn't them. But suddenly the idea of touching Villain hitched their breath in their throat, and they knew that reaction didn’t come from being Remy.

They would not slip through the cracks in this mask.

Hero gently draped themselves across Villain's back, wrapping their arms tenderly around their neck and tucking their chin against their lean shoulder. Hopefully, Vilain couldn't feel their heart pounding violently into their leather duster.

The centipede on Villain's shoulder took the opportunity of a new nearby surface and skittered up Hero's cheek, tangling its long body between the strands of their hair.

"You can quit the act," Villain said, shrugging Hero off. "No one else is around."

Quit...

Hero's stomach dropped. Did Villain know? How long? When they touched them? Since they entered the room?

"I--"

"And yes, I've checked for cameras. I don't accept building rentals from your family without thoroughly looking it over first."

Hero blinked.

Wait.

No.

They weren't referring to Hero's act. They meant Remy's. Remy's act of affection. Because... Oh. Oh! The relationship was fake!

The relief was intense, unexpected, and quickly smothered. They had a job, and if Villain was a part of it, that was too bad, but it didn't change anything.

Hero hastily grasped for the little they knew of their cover's personality. They'd hosted this party, their family rented this building, and they looked great in a silver ribbon tie.

"Well,” they said sitting on the edge of the desk and crossing one leg cavalierly over the other. “You can never be too careful. Also bug." They tipped their head toward Villain. "Bug."

Villain sighed and parted Hero's hair with careful fingers, manicured nails just scraping their scalp, and plucked up the centipede by its squirming middle. Then, tipping their head way back, they swallowed the entire massive creature in one gulp.

“John Macias is here.” They held up a rose gold tablet to Hero’s face. The screen displayed several panels of camera footage taking place in and directly outside the building. “And Lottie Blake.”

Hero knew both those names. The first was a generous donor to the agency. His funds had bought them a new combat training gym and updated the medical wing. He'd hinted at making the donations more regular, so now he was invited to every banquet, award ceremony, and exclusive event the agency held; he had even been given an extensive inside tour of the facilities. The press and the higher-ups liked to make a big fuss over him, but somehow Hero had the impression he wasn't giving money out of the goodness of his heart. As for Lottie, she was an ex-hero turned celebrity. Hero had been a rookie when she stepped down from the role of team leader and agency posterchild and turned to modeling and influencing, so they'd never met personally. However, they had enough associates in common for Hero to know she had been well-loved.

"Ok, so what's next?” Hero said. The faster they figured out Villain's plan, the faster they could get out of this situation.

“Your favorite part," Villain said. "Shopping.”

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Hero had been prepared for many things tonight, but they had not prepared to be kneeling on the floor of Lottie Blake’s walk-in closet, rapidly stuffing designer heels and dresses into a garbage sack.

"You take the upstairs, I’ll take the downstairs,” Villain had said once inside--a disconcertingly easy task since Miss Blake's security was with her at the gala. A few guards were posted at the door and around the perimeter of the glamorous building but none had thought it very important to look up.

Villain's wings were even more gorgeous unfurled, pitch black against the night except for a faint silver lining that caught the moonlight, creating a glimmering outline from underneath. If that wasn't enough, the things were enormous, even larger than Villain's armspan. Hero supposed they would have to be to get them into the air, especially holding Hero under the arms. Once again, Hero had feared exposure by the difference in weight, but Villain hadn't said anything.

Inside there had been cameras, but a swarm of ants could look an awful lot like static when they crawled right against the lenses.

Hero shoved one more pair of glittery heels into the sack and then crawled to the closet door, peeking out into the bedroom to ensure they were alone. Finding the room empty, they fished their earpiece out of their pocket and pressed the call button.

"Hero?" came Other Hero's voice.

"So I figured out the heist," Hero said. "It's a robbery. The gala is just a distraction for both Lottie Blake and John Macias while Villain breaks into their houses."

"Seems like a lot of work for something as simple as a robbery."

Hero shrugged but then realized that Other Hero couldn't see them. "Maybe. I'll keep you updated when I find out what Villain is stealing. They're downstairs." A sudden image of the other agency members bursting in flashed across Hero's mind. Shoving Villain down. Crumpling those long moth wings like tissue paper. Revealing themselves as Hero. They suddenly felt nauseous. "I should probably stay undercover for as long as I can. That way I can gather more info."

Other Hero paused. "If you're up to it, I won't complain. But we can't just let criminals rob prominent agency affiliates."

Not if they wanted to continue getting donations.

"I think we should allow at least one hit, so Villain doesn't get suspicious," Hero said. "But we're going to have to come up with a plausible reason to alert Macia's security. One that doesn't involved Villain getting arrested."

"Leave that to me," Other Hero said. "You work on keeping your cover."

The call cut off, leaving Hero in anxious silence on the closet floor.

"Remy."

Hero's stomach leaped and they peeked out of the closet a second time. Villain stood in the bedroom door, carrying nothing but an apple.

They took a large bite and jerked their head behind them. "Ready?"

Hero pushed themselves to their feet and swung the garbage sack over their shoulder."Yeah. Let's go."

Villain peered at the sack as they headed out onto the bedroom balcony. "Quite the haul this time."

"You said to take the upstairs, so I took the upstairs." Hero gave them another quick once over. "Did you get everything you wanted?"

Villain fished a sleek black thumbdrive out of their pocket, rolling it over their fingers with a smile. "You could say I'm satisfied."

Not just any robbery then. But what info could Lottie Blake have that a criminal wanted. She wasn't exactly secretive. In fact, she seemed to enjoy flaunting every little detail of her life. Perhaps it was bank account information? Or past hero records?

No, they shouldn't overthink, all in good time.

"Good," they said.

Villain shoved the drive back into their pocket and stepped up behind Hero, casually wrapping their arms around their middle. Hero held their breath.

Calm down, calm down. You are Remy. Remy is not in love with Villain. Are they?

Villain's chest pressed sturdy and warm against Hero's back as they unfurled their wings, and that second pair of arms, or legs, grabbed their hips, securing them completely as they took flight. Hero had been too focused on their weight the first time to notice just how much care Villain put into transporting them comfortably, no dangling lower-half or painful pressure on one point of their body. Villain had always been thoughtful that way, not that anyone back at school recognized it.

What would it have been like to do this back then? To be held as themself. Before the secrets. Before the fallout.

"Do you ever get tired of it?"

"What?" Villain said.

"Being able to fly. Is it just normal for you? Or is it always amazing?"

"I thought it made you sick?" Villain said.

Hero choked. "Right. It does. But objectively, flying is amazing. So I was just curious. Forget it."

Villain's wing movements were soundless. And along with the long pause, all Hero could hear was the breeze brushing past their ears. Great. They'd screwed up.

"It's always amazing," Villain said suddenly. "I'm not saying I don't take it for granted, but if I was to ever lose this... It would be unbearable."

Villian had always been trapped in their life. In more ways than one. By parents, by circumstances, by expectations. Even if Hero was tricking them right now, possibly leading them into another cage, they were happy that Villain had found some freedom. Is that what had turned him to crime? A search for freedom?

"Villain--"

"Crap." Villain pulled up higher into the sky. Blue and red lights bathed the entire street in flashing blue and red.

Hero cranked their neck back to look up into their frowning face.

"How did they figure out we were coming?"

"Do you think someone saw us at Lottie's house?"

"Maybe. But even so, I don't know how they would've figured out our next target."

"Coincidence? For all we know everyone was tipped off, not just Macias."

Villain didn't respond to that. They just sighed heavily. "Well, that's that ruined."

"What do we do now?" Hero asked tentatively. "Go back to the party?"

"No point. The heroes probably have set up a trap. Hotel?"

Hero's insides went electric. Did Villain not have their own place? What about Remy? Didn't they have a rich family? But the way he was asking made it sound like a plan, not spontaneity. Great, Hero really hadn't wanted to wear this skin overnight.

"Hotel." Hero agreed. "But when you say that, you mean two separate rooms, right? Because you know I need my space--"

"You have your room, Remy."

"Ok, ok, just making sure."

A few minutes later, Villain landed them in an alley. They walked the rest of the way to a hotel just up the block. Not too shabby, but nothing extravagant either.

"Give me your jacket," they demanded just before reaching the door.

"What?"

"Your jacket. Unless you want thrown out before we even check in. People don't always take kindly to a bugman walking through their door. Especially hotels."

"Right!" Hero quickly shrugged off their wool, black coat, and passed it over to Villain. Villain threw it gingerly over their shoulders. It was a bit small for them, so the woman at the desk stared at them a bit strangely, but Hero supposed it was better than moth wings and an extra pair of legs.

Rooms 203 and 204. They walked together up the flight of stairs, stopping just outside their doors.

"I'll check the drive tonight and let you know what I've found in the morning," Villain said.

Or Hero could find out now and report it to Other Hero before morning.

"I could help."

"Ha! No offense, Rems, but I don't trust you with my laptop. You've broken my technology one too many times."

"Ah, well, I offered. Don't complain that I didn't help tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Remy," Villain said, rolling their eyes.

Hero knew that Villain wasn't talking to them. Not really. But for a moment it was so reminiscent of their teenage years. Staying up late. Not wanting to go back to either home.

Their heart squeezed. "Goodnight."

They gently shut the door and let out a long breath as they trudged over to the bed, flopping down face first.

What a nightmare. They couldn't wait to be back in their own skin. They forced themselves off the bed and into the shower where the evidence would wash away quicker. They stripped out of their clothes and rolled their muscles gingerly feeling the skin loosen like wet plaster. It sloughed off in dead sheets, revealing a more freckled skin beneath. Within a few minutes they were back to themselves again, They grabbed a towel from the hook, leaving the water running to break up the shed skin and wash it down the drain.

As they exited the bathroom, Hero dragged the table chair to the vanity and surveyed their face in the mirror. They tugged gently at a stubborn piece of skin, half-peeled under their right eye.

Next, they rubbed at their throat ponderingly, weighing pros and cons. Eventually, they decided to leave the vocal cords intact. Their throat might feel weird and cottony in the morning but hacking up bloody tissue was the last thing they wanted to do right now. Not to mention they’d just be shifting right back tomorrow. Best not to put too much strain on them by overshifting

A loud rap on the door made them leap in their seat.

"Just--just a second!"

They looked rapidly around the room. Clothes…clothes… Where were their clothes?

Hero scrambled toward the bathroom, snatching up water dropped outfit, chasing as the fabric caught on their damp skin. After a lot of hopping and maybe also a bit of fabric stretching, they strode to the door.

They were already grabbing the handle when they remembered their face.

The bit back another curse, and their face exploded with prickles as the newly shed skin encased them once again. Just in time to meet Villain’s off-in-thought face.

Their expression snapped back to alertness with the creak of the door.

"Hey, Remy--"

They froze.

"What?" Hero said, heart pounding. Was the face wrong? They’d spent so long studying it today, surely it wasn’t wrong?

"You're bleeding."

Hero felt their face. Sure enough, a warm streak of blood smeared across their forehead.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Oh, yeah. Just cut myself. You know...shaping my eyebrows."

"Right..."

Hero pressed their palm over the tear and with their other arm leaned casually against the frame. "Did you need something?"

Villain stared at them a moment. "Just curious if you wanted something from the vending machine. I'm asking the desk for an extra pillow and thought I'd grab some drinks or snacks or something on my way back."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Maybe a Coke?"

Villain smiled. “Sounds good. I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” They paused. “I’ll bring back a bandaid too.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“Sure.”

As they stepped away, Hero quickly shut the door. Had Villain reacted strangely? Were they overthinking because of their close call?

Hero sped to the mirror turning their head from side to side. Yep, still exactly like the picture, well except for the cut across her forehead.

There would have been no reason to question them, right? They probably didn’t need to call Other Hero and worry them over nothing.

Hero sat back on the bed, only vaguely annoyed that they’d need to rushed part of their body all over again. The annoyance was eclipsed by the gnawing worry inside of l them. They really hoped they hadn’t gotten anything wrong,

#hero x villan #creative writing #villain x hero #superheroes #hero #villain #writblr #writeblr #writing commentary #heroes and villains #bug power #shapeshifting #fiction #friends to enemies #friends to enemies to lovers

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cyren-myadd · 4 months ago

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Let's talk about the first look at Avatar 3 (pt 3)

🚨SPOILER WARNING FOR AVATAR 3 UNDER THE CUT!!! 🚨

Last but not least, I want to talk about the new villain herself, Varang!

You can read my post about the Ash People here and my post about Neytiri and the Sky Ships here.

Here we get another good look at Varang, the leader of the Ash People. As I touched on in my first post, we can see the Ash People have some different characteristics from the Forest People. Their skin is lighter, their tails are shorter, slightly thicker, and hairless, and their claws are very long and sharp. But other than these differences, they're more or less the same.

Varang looks like she's participating in some kind of ceremony or celebration with her people as she dances around a fire. The other Ash People are wearing intricate masks and costumes. I was wondering if the Ash People would be inspired by a specific cultural group like how the Forest People are inspired by Native Americans and Reef People are inspired by Native Polynesians, but if there is a specific culture being referenced here, I can't identify it. If anybody recognizes the masks and clothing, let me know, but I don't see any clear cultural reference when I look at their outfits. It's possible James Cameron chose not to draw inspiration from a specific culture since the Ash People will be more villainous and he didn't want to seem like he was villainizing any one indigenous culture.

I also cannot for the life of me tell what's going on in the background, just that there's ash and rock and maybe an "ash banshee" flying.

Now, the big thing that stood out to me in this picture is the fact that Varang is wearing the severed kurus from other Na'vi. We've never seen what happens to a Na'vi if you cut off their kuru in canon material, but I imagine it cannot be pleasant. When Jake was first captured by the Omaticaya in Avatar 1, the held a knife to his kuru to stop him from running, showing that cutting it must be very dangerous and only reserved for enemies.

Seeing Varang gleefully dance with a whole bunch of them woven into her neckpiece is disturbing to see. Since the severed kurus are featured so prominently, I imagine we will see someone get their kuru cut off at one point. I just hope it's not one of the main characters!

I have no idea what Varang holds in store for Avatar 3, but she will undoubtedly be a terrifying villain for our heroes to fight!

What do you guys think of Varang?

#avatar #avatar 3 #avatar fire and ash #varang #cyren myadd theorizes

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 months ago

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: tyler owens x cowboy male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: there's a new cowboy at the rodeo tyler used to ride for, and tyler's itching to get to know him.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.06k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: plenty swearing, implied death in an acted play

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: cowboy slang vocabulary

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Rodeos are basically a second home for the famous Tornado Wrangler, Tyler Owens. This particular one he visits as often as he can, on weekend evenings to watch the show he used to ride for.

Sometimes, he misses it. He misses the blinding lights that make him forget he's in a glorified pit rather than a stage, and the whistling cheers and claps as he's fighting for his life on the back of a bull; most of all, he misses seeing his cowboy friends damn near every day for practice, especially the old rats that twister-signals him every time they spot each other.

Speaking of, he always tries to waive the fee for his ticket, and when he's too stubborn to accept, they bump down the $15 dollar price to a $3. Not that he ever agrees to that, either. He wants to support them.

All that history means he can always tell when they hire a new cowboy for the show, and this one, well, whew. Isn't he a looker?

Probably, anyway. The cowboy poncho's doing nothin' for his figure, and he's got his scarf up over his nose like the less pleasurable corona's still going around, but he's always had a little thing for cowboys with rat tails and hats over their eyes. Silly little things they are to want to act a mystery–fellers'll often get exposed one way or another–but there's just something about you that lassoes him in.

When Liam sees him walking over after the show, a purposeful look in his eye, he has to ask if he's coming back. "You finally quittin' your storm chaser business, cowpoke? We're startin' to miss ya."

"No, not today. Maybe when I'm forty." Tyler indulges him with a far off idea, like he always does to make small talk, but today he just can't wait to get to the point. "Who's the tenderfoot?"

"Oh, (Y/N)?" Liam chuckles, like a pleasant memory already brightens his mind just from the name. "He's good, ain't he?"

"Yeah, y'all train 'em for three months beforehand." Tyler brushes it off. He was good, but that wasn't the point, and–

"He's a total Bronc Buster, actually."

"Yeah, yeah," He dismisses it once more. "why the scarf? And the hat over his eyes?"

"We're starting a new thing next week." Liam strikes him with that famous excited grin of his, the one that often makes you forget how stern he can get, "Theatre plays on horseback."

"Plays on horseback–?"

"Yeah!" He replies with a nod like it's nothing. "Well, it's just regular plays without a stage, proper backdrops or a light crew," He lists off, then realizes just how depressive that must sound, "and real horses."

"Yeah, that's great, Liam, but why does that matter, exactly?" Tyler still had that one objective in mind, and that's finding out the mystery behind the newest cowboy on horseback.

"He's playin' the villain, of course. Gotta tease the man before we premier the show, builds up the anticipation, obviously."

"Right, right..." Though he trails off, he tries to act as though he knew the obvious marketing strategy, because obviously you put a man in a poncho and obstruct his vision so he looks like a good villain—that aside, he can't deny it worked.

"Look, dabster," Liam's the one waving him off this time, "he'll do fine, we'll do fine! We've rehearsed a lot, and we're sure it's a good idea."

"Uh-huh?"

"Just make sure to come on Friday rather than the weekend." Liam digs his finger into Tyler's chest, looking him in the eye so the man knows he's serious. "I mean it. We're only airing this thing on Fridays, it's long as all hell, Ty."

"How long?" Tyler deadpans.

"Pfft." Liam waves it off, "Long. Like Broadway up north. Lotta acting, intermission to push our food sales, then more acting. Climax, boom, tears and victory."

"Y'know the famous ones like Hamilton run for under three hours, right?" Tyler raises a brow. "Like a movie?"

"Like they say, you can't rush art, Tyler." Liam pats Tyler's shoulder twice reassuringly before he's pushing past and calling out his goodbyes with a yell. He had to leave with a one-liner, huh?

The buckaroo's just yammering, Tyler thinks to himself as he watches his old friend walk off. He only notices that he didn't get to ask for the new guy's number when his faraway figure gets to the size of a bean.

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"Flee, Danika, flee!" You shout to your horse as you barrel dive into cover. She does as promised, fleeing just far enough away that she'll hear your whistle once you've dealt with these bad, bad men.

With your back pressed against a rock and bullets just wooshin' past, you let the empty shells fall from your chamber to the ground and replace them. One by one, pressure's on, your fingers twitch, but they don't hesitate.

You'll get out of here alive, you always do.

You heave a breath, then another, a steady stream of inhales n' exhales, you're calming your heartbeat and will shoot with its rhythm.

Three, two...

Leaning over the edge of the rock, you aim.

Three, two, one.

Three men gone, off their horses and thudding against the harsh, hard ground, but there's more, ridin' in from the east and already prepping their aim. You scramble to get off your ass and into proper cover, the hay shed will do.

There's sweat over your face, it's making your scarf stick. You can't think about taking it off now, lest any of those boys make it out alive and see your face.

As the beat of the hooves comes to a stop, you peak 'round the open side of the shed and shoot.

Three, two, click, click, click.

Gods be damned, you've run out of bullets. You rush to flick open the chamber and empty the shells to replace them; the process is as natural as breathing to you, but not quite as fast.

A man rounds the corner, and you instinctively whip your revolver at his head to result in a crack that sounds all too real.

As the man thuds behind you, you peek around the corner with fresh bullets.

"We'll get you, you sonuvah gun!" The last of the reinforces is a coward, or a scout, as he's now ridin' away on his horse, but he's too gracious a host to consider leaving you without a parting gift.

The bullet that was meant for his head gets the dynamite that's gliding its way towards you, catching it mid air and detonating it early, before it gets you.

The force of the faroff explosion nearly knocks your hat off your head and your ass to the ground, if you hadn't already been there.

"Lord almighty..." You let your revolver fall to the ground harmlessly–which bounces off a little more than it's really meant to–and sigh.

The hat comes off, then the scarf, and you breathe, breathe, breathe.

You're alive, and you've got more enemies. Oh, who cares? What's a few more names to the list?

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As the crowd finally sees the villain's face for the first time, people whistle and ooh at the him.

Tyler's gut feeling was right: he is a looker.

That aside, the storm chaser had to admit, old Liam was onto something, even with the noticeably fake props. The only thing he's wondering is why it's been one hour and the regular rodeo show is resuming as usual. It's not intermission, cause they're not pushing food marketing as Liam said they would.

He doesn't have to ponder very long as he meets up with his old friend again.

"I took your advice to heart, actually. I knew the ol' star would be exhausted after all of it, so I thought we'd split it over a month, and play the same section all weekend. More ticket sales."

Tyler raised a brow at the mention of the protagonist, "Ol' star? He had one scene."

"Not him," Liam says it like he should know, like they're both back in front of the drawing board again, "(Y/N)."

"The villain's the star?" Tyler deadpans.

Liam chuckles in turn, "Didn't you hear the crowd when we finally revealed his face?"

"Oh." Tyler shakes his head, "Well, ain't he dyin' later? Stars don't die."

"Ehhh..." Liam waves his hand and shakes his head side to side in a kind of gesture. "It's implied."

"It's implied?"

"Endings are best left up to interpretation!" The man flourishes with a grand gesture, heaving more energy around than Tyler's used to seeing from him. This thing must really be a passion project. "Don't ruin it, for me, son."

Tyler raises both his hands in surrender at that. "You won't see nothin' from me, old man."

Tyler lets him walk off this time, he deserves that much; only then does he realize that he hasn't got the new guy's number. Again.

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"Negotiations? I don't do negotiations." You're huddled behind cover, hidden from view as you talk with the alleged big huncho of the mining camp. He brought reinforcement, nothing you can't handle, but it could still spell trouble.

"I like to look at a man when I'm talkin' to him."

You scoff. "Like hell I'll peek. You'll blow my head clean off if I try."

"I'm a man of my word." He insists, his deep jazzy voice just screaming a man of wealth and contracts.

"And so am I, but you wouldn't trust that." Idly, you check the chamber of your revolver, having learned from your mistakes. Six bullets, not shells, ready to be fired.

"Touché, good sir."

"Good sir?"

"As I understand it," The man says, his voice is strong to reach your ears but it ain't threatening, "you just want a cut of my money."

"And if I do?" You click the chamber back in place, listening for out of place sounds like footsteps.

"I'm willing to pay." Oh, that haughty bastard really thinks he's gonna get you with that?

"Like hell you are." You laugh, a loud thing so you make sure he hears that you're not gullible.

As the big man begins to speak again, surely more lies that are meant to coerce you into taking the bait, you throw a stray wood chip up into the air.

Bang!

The split second after it sees the light of day, the wood chip is shot to splinters, right as you'd expected.

"I think negotiations are over, sir..?"

"Cornwall." The man sighs out his name. "Good day to you, sir."

"Good day, sir Cornwall."

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As he often finds himself doing nowadays, Tyler goes around searching for Liam to talk about a particular someone. Little does he know that where he usually finds his old friend, he'll finds someone else.

"Excuse me," He begins politely, not recognizing the man from behind. "have you seen Liam?"

When you turn around to reply instead of another cowboy he might know, his little stunned gaze makes your words take on a confused tone. "He's playing his part in the pit..?"

"Oh." Tyler has barely any time to register that Liam's actually taking part in the acting biz before he's scrambling to greet you properly. "You're (Y/N), right? The new guy?"

"That's me." You nod your head and take a sip from your bottle. In a couple minutes you'll be back in the show again, so you're making the most of your small break. "And you?"

"Um, Tyler. Tyler Owens. Does Liam not talk about me?"

As the star of the million-follower YouTube channel Tornado Wranglers, Tyler thinks he's kind of a big deal around Oklahoma, especially around here as he used to ride for the local rodeo. He's usually not an arrogant guy, unless he decides to play it up for the competition, but...he finds that his ego is a little bruised now.

"I'm just playin' with you, poppet. Liam never stops singing his praises 'bout you." You offer your hand for a shake, a well placed gesture if you hadn't just called him poppet.

Tyler flushes a little, because, well, poppet's quite an endearing term and you're hot and there's something about men that are sweaty and out of breath. He manages to shake your hand without making a fool of himself anyway. "What does Liam say about me?"

"He said that you've taken a million kicks from bulls and you still managed to go an get yourself a fancy degree, that you're tough as nails and can always tell when he slips you belly wash." You list off a couple of less than good things about him in detail so excrutiating that Tyler knows Liam's said them time and time again. "Oh, and that you always rode pretty well."

Tyler comes out of it a little embarrassed, and his voice therefore comes out meek, like he hasn't spoken for a while. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You laugh and pat his shoulder. "You know how Liam is, he'll point out how you're a hill of beans and then praise ya."

His shoulders deflate with relief and he laughs along with you. "Yeah, I know 'im."

"Truth be told, it's kinda nice to hear about the real man as opposed to the Tornado Cowboy persona." You say it kind of sheepishly, which is rather nice to see when he's only ever had a cocky you to compare to.

Plus, you'd just admitted that you watch his videos, making his grin widen. "You a fan?"

"Don't get too full o' yourself, cowboy." You point a finger at him, huffing a laugh. "I see you in the stands every week."

He could just say it's because this play is an ongoing thing with a new sorta 'episode' each week, which is the truth, or he could flirt along. "You caught me," He hisses like it's a big deal and it's embarrassing to be caught. "I am your biggest fan."

"You like anti-heroes, do ya?" You chuckle, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I'm as gullible as everyone else, darlin'. I'll like any villain so long as they're hot n' ride good." He sends a wink over, because there ain't no subtlety when there's a crowd just a ways away you've gotta shout over.

You wolf-whistle in turn, "Is that so, poppet?"

"I'm being simon-pure." He insists, tipping his hat for extra measure.

This is going well for Tyler, you're responsive to his flirting and you can match it too. Unfortunately, good things always have to come to an end.

"Listen, Tyler," You indulge him with a laugh but unfortunately point towards the stage. "I don't wanna miss my cue, so I've got to...well, you know. What I'm saying is..."

"Wanna grab a root later?" Tyler takes the opportunity to ask first, eagerly at that.

"Yeah," You smile, grateful that he took the opportunity. "yeah, uh, want my number?"

It's the fourth week in a row Tyler watches another figure walk off on a Friday evening, but this time he's got his prize secured, and he's left more hopeful than regretful.

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These stubborn miners are just setting up more and more defenses, to the point where you're pondering what marks the difference between a mining camp and a Pinkerton camp. Is it gun count or armed miner count?

You settle into prone on a ridge overlooking the camp to make your figure less noticeable amidst the bright sky–earning you a couple strange bird caws from onlooking eagles–and scout out with your binoculars.

"Tall fences," You begin to mutter under your breath. "sniper outposts on the roof, a guard at the wagon rail, no, two; several on each little path in and out."

And...is that a Gatling gun? "Ugh, seriously?"

"What is it, my darling?" Your sweetheart calls from behind you. Before you can answer, she's rolling you over onto your back and settling half on your lap. The geese in V-formation above caw louder.

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." You assure, a nice smile on your face as you steady the gal.

You couldn't worry her, no, you're doing this all for her, after all. It's not her fault her daddy got their family into a deep, six foot grave kind of debt before the man got himself killed in a fishing trip gone wrong, after all.

"There is always somethin' to worry over." She giggles, hands trailing over your chest, pulling your attention away for the moment.

"I know, poppet, but–"

"You're worryin' right now." She points out, drawing circles over your heart with her pointer.

You sigh, "I know."

"Let me take your handsome lil' mind off it, can I?"

She's already leaning down before you can even say no.

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As soon as you start kissing up that pretty girl in that pit you take for a stage, Tyler looks down at his phone. He taps the screen impatiently, almost as if you'll answer him right now while you're up there, all busy.

Hey, it's Tyler. It was nice meeting you.

How does six at the Hay Shed sound?

"He ghosted me." Tyler groans. It's covered up by the sound of the ooh-ing crowd, but he doesn't much care if it's heard or not. "Seriously, I find a man as fine as cream gravy, and he ghosts me?"

It was too good to be true. You're hot, you called him poppet, and you were receptive to his flirting; too good to be true.

...

"Liam, hey! Can I borrow a horse?"

Nothing's better for clearing the mind than a good horse ride right before sunset, it's like long walks at the beach. Tyler often found that it was also great for dealing with break ups or, in this situation, not even making it to the talking stage.

He doesn't check his phone, doesn't even realize it's vibrating in place with it in the saddle bag. Instead, his eyes are straight ahead.

He's riding towards the sunset like it's the end of a movie, and what a poor, short movie it is.

It's fine. It's fine, it really is. It's not like he was already mashed, anyway, no sir! He's just disappointed. It's a big cavernous feeling in his chest like it's empty, when it's really filled with something none too good.

"Ah," Tyler sighs out, hopefully exhaling all them feelings. He pats the horse, watches its ears twitch as he talks. "You understand me, big guy?"

He's too caught up in feeling sorry for himself to hear someone else riding up beside him.

"Perfect spot for a first date, huh?"

"Holy shit, what the fuck?" Tyler damn near falls off his horse. He has to hold onto the reigns with white knuckles in order not to.

"You done airin' your lungs, poppet?" You only grin in return, pointing out your shirt pocket, at your phone. "I shot you a text."

Tyler huddles closer to his horse's neck. Though he's still heaving recovering breaths, he finds the sass to say, "About a week late."

"Yeah, 'm sorry about that." You rub the back of your neck, your smile melting with shame. "I'm kind of a busy man."

"Oh, yeah?" He shoots back with furrowed brows and a scowl.

"Yeah, I totally deserve that." You bow your head a little, "It's just, I work the show all weekend, and I was so exhausted comin' back in on Tuesday that it totally slipped my mind."

Oh.

"Let me make it up to you?" You ask hopefully, looking at him with those sheep's eyes, and it makes him feel a little guilty.

"I'm sorry." Tyler says quickly, straightening up and all and mirroring your apologetic look.

"No, no, it's totally fine!"

"I mean, I totally didn't realize–"

So there you both are, spewing excuses to be sorry for each other, guilt eating away at you like worms do a book. There seems to be no end to it. Your pseudo-argument stretches as far as the horizon, up until the sun sets below it.

"Seriously, let me make it up to you." Before he can even reply, you continue. "You said the Hay Shed, yeah? I'll buy our dinner, no big deal."

"I–" Tyler starts up, but you shoot him a pointed look, quieting him down. "Okay."

"Okay, good." That nice, charming smile of yours builds up again, and he almost swoons.

"Race you?" He smiles back, tipping his head forward.

You're already shifting into proper form. "Oh, you're on, cowboy."

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You're sitting in your porch in that old rocking chair of yours, your white hair sweeping off your forehead as an easy breeze blows past. Your fingers tap to the rhythm of your boy playing the guitar and his mother singing along. Ranch life has treated both you and Danika well. The old girl gets to snack on sugar cubes every day while you got to lock your revolvers away and sip on fine liquor every night after dinner.

It's been a good life, you think as you watch the sun set. Your sins are long behind you.

...this isn't how you planned to die.

No, not in this damn cave away from your girl, slowly choking on fumes, trapped in by a cave in.

Somewhere, distantly, you can hear that good for nothing hero laughing like old Saint Nick himself, shouting to the world his victory.

It's not even his, you think stubbornly, because you won't give him the victory of thinking your death is his to brag about, it's this damned fire and these damned rocks.

You were so, so close. You've killed dozens of men just to get in this gods-damned gold mine and steal a couple nuggets for your girl, and you almost made it out.

This is how you'll die, all alone here choked by a fire.

Oh hells. If you're going to die you might as well die by the hands of a man who's actually worthy of the kill.

Shakily, you lift your hand.

This world was shit. Hope the next is greener.

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"Ah, oh god, fuck off!" Tyler shouts, and despite all that fight to shove your lips off his chin and his face, he's laughing.

"What, am I not pretty enough for ya, darlin'?" You pull him closer with warm–noticeably not scalding–hands at his waist, puckering your lips playfully at him.

There's black makeup, soot, over your face: on your cheeks, 'round your eyes, on your forehead, everywhere.

"Go boil your shirt!" With one shove, he pushes you so hard you fall into your vanity chair. The flimsy old thing rocks from side to side before settling back down with your weight on it.

You roll your eyes, picking up a makeup wipe once stabilized to begin cleaning yourself off. "If you didn't like me, you just had to say so."

"Don't be like that." Before you can answer, he's turning your chair and sitting on your lap, though when you try to kiss him, he pushes you away again. "You're not done yet, cowpoke."

You huff and whine, and you'd kick your feet if you could, like it's the worst shame in the world.

"Don't pitch a fit at me." He points a finger at you and you laugh in turn.

"No, of course not, darling."

Tyler waits patiently as you wipe the makeup off, realizing as he does that he's been through worse shit: the biggest tornadoes, the harshest thunder storms, and the stickiest mud. Although to be fair, he hasn't had mud that transfers as easily as this cheap makeup does on his face before.

"That good enough?" He shakes his head, prompting you to huff and wipe your face again. "Now?"

It's still not good enough for him. Fortunately, he snatches up the wipe and passes it over your face himself. It feels as rough as a cat's tongue or your dad hosing you down after you tracked mud around the house, and you're fixing to speak your mind about it.

"There you are." Tyler's face emerges from behind the wipe, a wide, teasing smile on his face that tells you he was wiping you off longer than he needed to. "Apple-pie order."

His lips are on yours right after that, drowning you with a toad strangler of love. Your complaints die out right on your tongue, because how could you ever be mad at him?

Answer is: you can't.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i watched this movie in spanish so i don't know what tyler's cowboy nickname is in english and i've also forgotten some details in the movie (ex: if it was mentioned that scott and javi are ex-boyfriends, i literally did not notice until i read the wiki)

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redd956 · 1 year ago

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hey dawg thanks for feeding us living weapon whumpee enjoyers

i know that generally the vibe for living weapon whumpees is like the stoic "unfeeling" supersoldier type, but how are we feelin about living weapon whumpees that are like. off the shits feral.

more of an attack dog than a super soldier, weapons of mass destruction built into them cybernetically, because their masters aren't looking for efficiency, they're looking to send a message. for everyone around to know that if you don't bow to their rule, they'll send their monster to destroy you and everything you hold dear.

(and ofc the "monster" themself is kept in a constant state of suffering so they're always agitated and the pain clouds their mind too much to question what they're doing and why)

I love the way you think!

I never really thought of that character trope as a living weapon, but you aren't lying, it would count. (My brother and I's ocs would count then Ig) Also ties into monster whumpees :D

Here's some ideas I bounced off of this

Guard Dog Whumpee

CW: Pet Whump Sorta, Classic, the whump community should bring these up more

Whumper having more than one, forcing them to compete with one another. The most brutal earns their medical treatment.

Dangerous whumpees who have to be muzzled and mitted because whumper doesn't have them under control fully. Gentle carewhumpers being able to coerce whumpee into muzzles.

Non-guard dog whumpees equally trapped under whumper's boot being terrified of the guard dog. Sharing space with one is like sleeping on the shore of alligator infested rivers.

Scarred whumpees with dangerous animalistic features bared, backed into a corner with a tail in between their legs. Caretaker is trying their best to appear nonthreatening.

A guard dog whumpee failing its job. It showed no fear to its enemies, but the same cannot be said as they returned home.

Monster Living Weapon Whumpee

Say that three times fast

While rampaging after whumper's enemies whumpee broke the device keeping them confined to whumper. Quickly a symbol of destruction becomes a confused, hurt, and whimpering creature.

Whumpee always thought they were uniquely a monster. Whumper told them so everyday, rewarding them for their monstrousness, telling them they're alone as a creature of evil. Whumpee always thought this until they met caretaker.

Monster whumpees that despite being living weapons show rage in their failures, and pride in their kills. They don't see that whumper's treatment of them is subpar, because they're "partners in crime" of course. Caretaker would never treat whumpee that way if they were their weapon.

Killing Machine

They know what they're capable of, and they don't want to be that

Maybe they wanna do things their way, maybe they're ashamed of being a killing machine. Whumper could care less.

Killing machine in disguise has been living the everyday life, perhaps even an extravagant one. Whumper found them out, and no one has seen whumpee since, until the destruction started.

Killer Machine Villain -> Supervillain meets Villain with the promise to make them more powerful -> Extra Murderous Killer Machine Villain (Unstable)

Robotic whumpee that is just doing what they're told. Whumper was great, whumper was life. Robotic whumpee who sees whumper returning home with the newest model. Whumper who won't stop boasting about how much more efficient and deadly the new one is.

#whump #whump drabble #living weapon whump #living weapon whumpee #living weapon trope #guard dog whumpee #guard dog whump #villain whumpee #carewhumper #whump prompts #whump ideas #whumper

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youryurigoddess · 10 months ago

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The stuff dreams are made of, or the interesting case of Anthony J. Crowley

We’ve talked a bit about Crowley’s trauma and his way of reclaiming the narrative in the past, but it’s time for some deep dive into the story he’s trying to tell. A story that meanders through the fabric of time and space, slightly changing with the human fashion trends, but slowly and surely bringing the demon closer to a certain angel like the red thread of fate.

1793

Some stories start in a garden, some even Before the Beginning, but this one starts with an Arrangement. Or, to be precise, a little bit after that.

See, most of the iterations of Crowley we saw throughout the history until then didn’t delve too deep into human cultural tropes. If anything, they were the inspirations behind more or less prominent biblical figures, maybe some nameless villains matching his demonic provenance and role assigned to him by his employers.

But in the hustle and bustle of the revolutionary Paris, Crowley emerges as a prototype of the Scarlet Pimpernel — a chivalrous Englishman who rescues aristocrats before they are sent to the guillotine. Stan Lee famously called him “the first character who could be called a superhero”.

Sir Percy Blakeney, the main character of the novel and the West End play under the same title, leads a double life. Appearing as nothing more than a wealthy fop, in reality he’s a formidable swordsman, a quick-thinking master of disguise and an escape artist. Even his own wife, Marguerite, has no idea.

Unfortunately Marguerite is being blackmailed with her brother’s life to find and expose the wanted Pimpernel. She regrets betraying her husband the moment she's forced to do it and spends the rest of the plot working to save him. She does, they make up, and return together to England.

In Aziraphale and Crowley’s case there was just a short stop for crêpes. But what seems to be an inspiration of a specific scene might as well come up later in the wider perspective of the show, so keep in mind those fragments of the musical’s libretto:

We all are caught in the middle

of one long treacherous riddle.

Can I trust you?

Should you trust me too?...

We shamble on through this hell

taking on more secrets to sell

'til there comes a day

when we sell our souls away.

We seek him here, we seek him there,

Those Frenchies seek him everywhere!

Is he in heaven? Is he in hell?

Where is that damn elusive Pimpernel!

1941

The London Blitz is when we see a full-fledged iteration of the superhero Crowley performing dashing and heroic deeds under the literal cover of darkness and air bomb smoke. In a bespoke double-breasted suit and a fedora — still free from the unfortunate modern connotations from the internet culture — he’s clearly channeling Humphrey Bogart as a private investigator Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon (1941) now.

It all starts with a woman and a simple plan gone wrong: Spade’s partner is shot dead, just like the man he was supposed to be tailing upon the request of a mysterious Miss Wonderly. And when a very soft-looking, sweet-scented man named Joel Cairo appears in his office willing to pay a hefty price for a "black figure of a bird", Spade starts not only a new job, but also his own quest for truth.

On the surface, The Maltese Falcon ends happily: the killer gets caught, and the hero winds up with the Falcon. But Spade's victory is completely hollow. The Falcon itself, originally meant as a symbol of loyalty, transforms into a symbol of a corrupting, futile, and self-destructive greed that makes people betray their own loyalties.

The treasure is just a worthless forgery and he’s fallen in love with the criminal — one of the first femmes fatales on screen. Despite his feelings for her and a kiss, Spade gives her up and submits the statuette as evidence, describing it as "the stuff that dreams are made of".

Remember the eagle lectern? The eagle was believed to be flying highest in the sky and therefore closest to heaven, symbolizing the carrying of the word of God to the four corners of the world. Aziraphale in the 1941 church scene is the closest to Heaven we’ve seen him on Earth. Just look at him: dressed in a smart, well-fitted coat with peaked lapels, symbolizing his Heavenly allegiance, and doing good this time not as a work assignment, but of his own accord. Being the closest to Heaven means the furthest and most unattainable for a demon like Crowley.

The Maltese Falcon is a metaphor for unattainability — things out of reach to desire and fight for, although never truly possess. It’s “the stuff that dreams are made of”. But Crowley secured the original — made of gold and encrusted with jewels, but hiding its real value under black enamel — eerily reminiscent of the demon himself and the unending kindness behind his inappropriately tight black clothing.

Quoting Michael Ralph — the production mastermind behind Good Omens — from the S01E04 “Saturday Morning Funtime” DVD commentary, “We wanted to tip our hat to the Maltese Falcon as being a precious object that no-one thought really exists but it does”. So we can safely assume that Crowley can and will achieve his dream in the future.

1967

Do you know what else happens in 1941 in Scotland? Ian Fleming, a British naval intelligence agent, meets with the famous occultist Aleister Crowley and asks him to lead the interrogation of newly imprisoned Rudolf Hess — a leading member of the Nazi Party in Nazi Germany appointed Deputy Führer — given the two men’s shared enthusiasm for the occult.

This meeting has a significant impact on Fleming’s work as a writer; Aleister Crowley becomes the inspiration for his first villain Le Chiffre and creates a blueprint for most of the James Bond’s franchise ever since 1953, the publication date of the novel Casino Royale.

Meanwhile our Anthony J. Crowley believes in himself not being the villain he’s usually and sometimes forcefully painted as, but a superhero in disguise. The character of James Bond in particular inspires him so much that he buys petrol to get the limited You Only Live Twice (1967) window decals for his Bentley, dons his own tactical turtleneck, and sets off to organize a heist like no other. Sean Connery style.

Like a typical superhero, Crowley’s once again both saved and betrayed by his love interest. Aziraphale leaves him with a thermos of Holy Water, a faint smile, and a hope that they’ll soon match their speeds to meet halfway at the Ritz. The cancelled heist is not an ending, but a promise of a new beginning. And the fact that UK decriminalizes homosexual acts in the very same year is more than telling in this regard.

2019

An exceptional situation calls for exceptional solutions, and what’s more important than the impending Apocalypse? Demon Crowley does his best to put the arsenal of his 20th century film inspirations to good use.

"Ask yourself, do you feel lucky?" Crowley drawls, clearly imitating (although slightly misquoting) the titular Dirty Harry (1971). He’s hoping to be menacing and making the point of being the one on the right side of the law and history.

Some situations require more than quoting action heroes is not everything though. He knows what to do:

A jeep was heading purposefully towards the gate, and it looked as though it was crowded with people who were about to shout questions and fire guns and not worry about which order they did this in.

[Crowley] brightened up. This was more what you might call his area of competence.

He took his hands out of his pockets and he raised them like Bruce Lee and then he smiled like Lee Van Cleef.

'Ah,' he said, 'here comes transport.'

When in doubt, Crowley acts. He transforms into a combination of a stoic martial arts phenomenon and a sardonic, menacing character. His smile alone — even on Aziraphale’s angelic face, as seen in one of the final cut scenes — seems to be enough to ward off evil spirits, angels, and humans alike.

But we all know that even as breathtaking performances as those can’t protect anyone from the cogs of the Heavenly machine and its plans.

2023

No wonder that Crowley’s tactical turtleneck comes back in style after mere four years of retirement with a self-introduction “Former Demon, hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope?”. Something has changed during this time; he’s more mature now, not playing pretend by hiding behind the usual veneer of sarcasm and movie quotes anymore. Finally comfortable with the fact that this is his own story and there’s no need to become anyone else than himself.

The bookshop fire and the Heavenly trial still seem to haunt the demon in a way that makes him realize what all humans know: that every hero is his own biggest enemy. His ultimate dream might effortlessly change into his greatest nightmare any moment now, and the only thing he can do about it is hover in a two-minute distance from the epicenter of his feelings. But Crowley has no time to work on it when a new mission appears, to protect his angel from Gabriel and the combined powers of Heaven and Hell. Even if this — rather ostentatiously — is the last thing he wants to think about at the moment.

Crowley tries to plan ahead, while his story slowly warps into a different genre due to Aziraphale’s interruptions. He eventually changes back into his usual Henley shirt after agreeing to swap places and guarding the bookshop while the angel is off to Edinburgh, collecting more clues. Did he finish his personal quest off-screen? Did he just give up on it in the whirlwind of matchmaking shenanigans? Remains to be seen.

In the S2 finale our master of disguise in yet another turtleneck proves that he can successfully infiltrate even the universe’s back office. We don’t know where he drives off in the end, but one thing is certain — he’s got a plan. And a world (and his dream) to save, like a superhero he is.

#a turtleneck kind of day #crowley is a superhero #and a master spy #with a plan #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #go2 meta #ineffable husbands #crowley #turtleneck crowley #yuri is doing her thing

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gxthicupid · 8 months ago

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𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗢 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗱 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 + 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦

𝗡𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗔 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗥𝗬

I know this theory has been talked about a lot, but I would like to put my own thoughts and opinions about Ne Zha’s age. Of course, Ne Zha died at the age of 12, yet in the series; considered to be a somewhat spin-off/sequel to the Journey to the West novel, he appears to be physically an adult.

Understandably, some people wanted to defend the idea of Ne Zha physically and mentally grown since Journey to the West by using other country’s beliefs of Ne Zha depicted as an adult, however, other countries still depict Ne Zha as a child, and the crew for LEGO Monkie Kid revealed he was canonically a child during Season 4, Episode 5 “The Court of the Yellow-Robed Demon”. This leaves to the question of how he managed to appear older.

I have been pondering on the idea for quite some time, and while going through several posts of people’s headcanons, references from other media depicting the other characters from Journey to the West, I have come to a conclusion.

To support this theory, I will be using Macaque as an example to answer the mystery behind Ne Zha’s sudden ageing in LEGO Monkie Kid. It has become abundantly clear Macaque has a missing eye, and in the Season 3, Episode 8, “Benched”, while trying to retrieve the third Samadhi Ring from Tang, for a split second, the tip of his tail becomes slightly white.

While going through fanart, people often depict Macaque, having glamorised his looks in order to hide his features (i.e., his scarred eye). Saying that, I believe Ne Zha has adapted to glamorise his child form into an adult form, possibly from wanting to fit his mental age physically and feel comfortable. Macaque so far, hasn’t shown his true form for a prologue time, I believe Nezha can hold his adult form without any difficulty.

𝗠𝗞’𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗥𝗬

Season 5 of LEGO Monkie Kid is bound to show Nuwa, or MK’s supposed mother, on the show. Most people are wanting Nuwa to be a loving and caring mother, however, I do not believe that will be the case considering the direction the show is taking on MK’s backstory.

In the Season 4 special “Emperor’s Wrath”, the Kings of Hell in the Underworld are shown to be devising a plan for the upcoming events for Season 5, and personally, I believe Nuwa will be some sort of secondary villain associated with the main plot in Season 5.

I am predicting that Nuwa has some strong connections, or at the very least, is acquainted with the Kings of Hell. Perhaps in the past, the Kings of Hell held a grudge against Sun Wukong after erasing his name from the Book of the Dead.

They weren’t able to change the pages since the paper magically link to the people whose names are written, and possibly, recreating a new set of paper will negatively affect the other people’s mortality; which the Kings of Hell are not willing to risk.

Leading to the Kings of Hell requesting the aid of the creator of humans, Nuwa, since the residents of the Celestial Realm are not going to approve such a dire plan without the approval of the Jade Emperor.

Maybe the Kings of Hell gained Nuwa’s interest throughout a promise with a type of reward at the end of deal, and making her create a lifeform with equal or stronger power than Sun Wukong.

From the flashback in Season 4 Episode 6, “Show Me The Monster'', there were several stone statues of various animals before the creation of MK (hinting there were several attempts to create the perfect lifeform).

The idea of creating MK as a mystic monkey probably links to the Journey to the West novel, in the chapter where Macaque shapeshifted into the Monkey King and deceives the other pilgrims; and before the reveal of the Six-Eared Macaque, it was stated that the imposter was close to Sun Wukong’s power level, which, I’m assuming, Nuwa took note.

Since Season 4 has hinted that Sun Wukong had some sort of connection with MK before he was created, I am predicting that he possibly knew Nuwa as a friend before she became an acquaintance with the Kings of Hell. Nuwa used that relationship as an advantage to analyse his skills and powers, while discussing using Sun Wukong as a pawn to help MK to be trained by the Monkey King, in order for MK to unlock his powers later in life.

Reasoning why I believe Sun Wukong isn’t aware of Nuwa is supported in the Season 4 special, “Emperor’s Wrath”, when Azure Lion was defeated, Sun Wukong questioned him who set him free from the Scroll of Memory, and Azure Lion had no recollection.

Supporting this theory, judging the age of MK when he first met Pigsy in Season 4, Episode 6, “Show Me The Monster”, he seemed to be around the age of 5 years old, which when he should some remembered of Nuwa or Sun Wukong to some degree, but it’s possibly she must have erased MK’s memories. This might be an ability that she might use in Season 5.

Nuwa must have deceived Sun Wukong somehow to convince him to protect MK when he proves himself to have potential to become Sun Wukong’s successor, not only to allow MK’s abilities to develop and become stronger, but she might also use MK to spy on the Monkey King from afar.

To support this theory, I will use the 5th Anniversary LEGO set of Monkie Kid, as Nuwa is seen to be in disguise while running a jade shop in Megapolis. Perhaps she purposely dropped MK off at Pisgy’s Noodles and lived around the city to observe MK and waited until he was ready to wield the staff. Sun Wukong must have done the same, but without the knowledge of Nuwa’s plan with the Kings of Hell (To learn Sun Wukong’s weaknesses for the sake of devising a plan).

In the pilot episode of LEGO Monkie Kid, “A Hero is Born”, MK needed to deliver some noodles to a customer, but ended up dealing with the Demon Bull Family. Perhaps Nuwa also purposely made MK make the trip so that he can find Monkey King’s staff and allow MK to meet Sun Wukong and start training because Nuwa might have a deadline to finish her end of the deal, before the Kings of Hell will take action in Season 5.

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗞𝗘𝗬𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Connecting to the last theory, I believe there will be a likely chance that Season 5 will introduce the other mystic monkeys from the Journey to the West novel. Judging from the direction of the LEGO Monkie Kid series, there will be new characters introduced other than Nuwa, considering that Season 5 will focus more on MK’s past, and him learning how to control his monkey powers.

For those who aren’t aware, in the Journey to the West novel, it is canon that there are a total of four mystic monkeys, which includes Sun Wukong (Spirit Intelligent Stone Monkey) and Macaque (Six-Eared Macaque Monkey).

The other two are known as the Red Butt Horse Monkey and the Pass through Arm Ape Monkey (using the translated names from the Chinese characters).

Since the series does slightly alternate the Journey to the West lore, perhaps the Red Butt Horse Monkey and Pass through Arm Ape Monkey were created before Sun Wukong and Macaque, and the idea of MK being a new mystic monkey existing in the LEGO Monkie Kid show does bring their attention and they will contribute to the main conflict of Season 5 (Perhaps they know much more about the upcoming conflict with the Kings of Hell and MK’s monkey power awakening).

This prediction might be a bit of a stretch, but since MK’s monkey powers will most likely be one of the main focuses for the plot of Season 5, I believe these two monkeys are willing to become an influence; both negatively and positively.

Reasoning for this prediction is connected to the fact that the Red Butt Horse Monkey is known to have the ability to avoid death and lengthen its life, which I believe might lead the show to make an alliance with Nuwa and the Kings of Hell.

Meanwhile, the Pass through Arm Ape Monkey might be helping MK through his glitching when it comes to his monkey form, and might have more knowledge about dealing with MK’s problem than Monkey King.

To support this theory, in Season 4, Episode 7, “Pitiful Creatures”, when Wukong first sees MK’s glitching, he looks like he doesn’t look like he know how to deal this side-effect of unlocking the monkey powers, considering that Sun Wukong and Macaque were already created as monkeys and were able control their powers.

The Pass through Arm Ape Monkey might have known of MK’s existence through the battle against Azure Lion in the Season 4 special, “Emperor’s Wrath”, as the sky and the whole world was breaking apart, and since the Pass through Arm Ape Monkey can manipulate the moon and stars.

It could be the reason why the Red Butt Horse Monkey told Nuwa and the Kings of Hell about MK’s powers.

I don’t have anything else to say about this theory/prediction. However, if the series doesn’t show them, there HAS to be some influence, Easter eggs, etc. connecting to these mystic monkeys.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Aside from Sun Wukong and Macaque having their pasts explored, the series does have the Demon Bull King appearance in these flashbacks since he was once a member of the Brotherhood, first revealed in Season 4, Episode 2, “New Adventures”, as everyone is discussing who will be the next Jade Emperor after overthrowing the current one.

From this single flashback alone, DBK was shown to be a good guy, fighting alongside his sworn brothers for they thought was right, and it does beg the question: What made him change his morality from good to bad?

In the pilot, Season 1, “A Hero is Born”, he is first introduced as the main antagonist whose goal is to conquer the world, and suddenly Sun Wukong traps him under a mountain despite DBK being his sworn brother. This minor detail is very unusual considering that in Season 3, Episode 10 “The Samadhi Fire”, showcases Sun Wukong, Demon Bull King and Ne Zha helping to separate the Samadhi Fire from Redson as a child.

Judging from this scene, the event must have taken place post to the Journey to the West, as the Monkey King isn’t wearing the circlet, as most of the flashbacks which are taking place in the Journey to the West shows him wearing the circlet given from Tang Sanzang. The pilot does show Sun Wukong wearing the same suit of armour as in Season 3, Episode 10 “The Samadhi Fire”, and it's strange how the Monkey King went from helping the Demon Bull King to fighting him.

Either something happened between the events of removing of the Samadhi Fire and the events occurred in the pilot, or off-screen there was some conflict between the two, but set a temporary truce to help Redson with the Samadhi Fire.

The most assumed event that could pinpoint the morality change of the Demon Bull King would be when he and Princess Iron Fan met during the battle against Heaven. However, I highly doubt that. Since this event took place before the birth of Redson, and if Demon Bull King and Sun Wukong didn’t have conflict during this time period, then this accusation would be inaccurate.

This wasn’t a theory or a prediction, however, I REALLY do feel like talking about this since it’s been bugging me for quite some time. I hope that Season 5 will be able to resolve this plot hole and perhaps it might correlate with the main plot of the next.

While I do hope, I also doubt it since the Demon Bull Family has not had much screen time in recent seasons. But simultaneously, I bet there will be a chance since the new 5th Anniversary LEGO set does display Redson working at the BBQ restaurant in Megapolis, so maybe a slim chance.

I was going to talk about Peng and Erlang working together in Season 5, considering the current conflict with the Monkie Gang and Peng, and due to the fact that Erlang is a cousin? Brother? Or a family member of the Jade Emperor according to the Journey to the West novel, and wanted to avenge his death.

(Probably ignore this one, this was a last minute theory)

But I didn’t know what else to talk about and it does seem like the two will be working on their own.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the theories that I have come up with. I haven’t gotten the chance to re-watch all of the episodes of LEGO Monkie Kid, so I mostly relied on my memory. Leave some comments about your thoughts and theories of the series or what will happen in Season 5.

#Lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk theory #lmk predictions #lmk season 5 #lmk season 4 #lmk season 3 #lmk mk #lmk nuwa #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk demon bull king #mystic monkeys #journey to the west #jttw #LEGO

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friezaglasiencold · 11 months ago

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I know this might be out of the blue (and this somehow turned into a ask Algid blog ) but this is a question for Yamcha

What do YOU like about Frieza or what draw you towards him

(Since ya know he’s a villain)

Hey, it's me. Told Frieza to look away until I post this, haha. He gave me the computer and just said 'go nuts,' so that's a good sign? I'll put it under a cut, cause I'm probably gonna go long, and there's a good chance I'll get a little sentimental. I know he's not into that stuff, so I don't wanna clog up his blog with it.

I haven't gotten the chance to talk about this, really, since the guys don't approve of us 'being together' and all--for obvious reasons--so, I guess first I gotta thank you for asking! It means a lot that you'd think about that, or be worried about that, or whatever. Because, yeah, he is a villain, and it's a pretty big deal.

I know he's a really bad person, basically as bad as it gets (he's kind of like if you put a bunch of real estate scumbags in a blender and then poured the result into a really sexy cup, and then that sexy cup had anger issues??), but there's a lot there that I think maybe nobody's ever seen before, or cared to look for, or maybe he's just never wanted to show to anybody...

For one, I just think he's really cute! Like, not even in a sex way. He's just cute. He does this thing with his face when he's thinking really hard where he'll scrunch up his nose and totally zone out. I don't think he notices it, but he does a lot of stuff with his tail, too. It's pretty easy to tell how he's feeling once you get used to reading him, and if he's in a good mood it, like, wiggles? Not wagging, not like a dog or anything, but almost like one of those wacky inflatable tube dudes. And I know this isn't really a "good" thing, but when he's frustrated with something, he stews about it, and crosses his arms and stomps around for a while, and he'll go on these little tirades about stuff that doesn't matter, and it's adorable how into it he gets. He's pretty easy to tease.

And he's really smart. Genuinely totally on the ball. Not the kind of guy you'd come to to vent or something, but if you give him a problem he'll hand you a solution in, like, ten seconds.

I'm always discovering new things about him, too, like these skills or hobbies he has that he doesn't even think are worth mentioning... he's killer at the violin, and he's a really good singer, and he likes to do all these little creative projects when people aren't looking. I think whatever he sets his mind to he just does, and I like that in a person. It's part of why I got with Bulma all those years back--she was really headstrong, just like he is. I'm into the type who knows what they want and who they are and stays honest about that.

Frieza's a lot less dramatic about it than she was, though. He'll do something, and he won't like, get all up in your face and start wagging a finger about it. He just does it, and then tells you it's done if you notice, because he's pretty used to being solitary, so he's not a needy kind of guy. As long as you give him what he wants, you're basically golden.

He's really up front about it, too. Who he is, I mean. He's never pulled any punches with me, or lied, or given me the runaround. He sat me down and said look, Yamcha, this is what my deal is, and this is what I'm looking for, and if you're interested we can make arrangements. I like that I know what I'm getting into, y'know? Like, yeah, it's a little disappointing that he's not into the idea of marriage, but we haven't been dating long, and there's always time down the line if we wind up staying together. What I'm really surprised about, though, is that even if we didn't, I think I'd still wanna be friends? Which isn't the kind of thing you'd normally think about with Frieza. I know Vegeta would flip his lid if he heard me say that.

There's a ton more I could talk about, but I don't want to wind up writing a novel, so I'll just end it on this:

He's a bad person, yeah, and there's stuff I've gotta talk with him about if we wind up making this a permanent thing, but a lot of my friends started out as bad people, including me. I can say for a fact, though, that he's got a heart in there somewhere, even if nobody else thinks that's true. I've seen these little glimpses of it, and it makes me really happy, and I wanna keep seeing it. That make sense?

I hope so.

#yamcha ask #text response #img response

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generic-sonic-fan · 9 months ago

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Fic idea that won't leave my head despite my continued insistence that I'm not going to write it (Bad dad Eggman warning)-

It's a Mario and Sonic at the Olympic Games fic. Bowser and Eggman are hanging out, villain solidarity and all that.

Metal Sonic walks in. Eggman precedes to pause his conversation with Bowser to absolutely scream at Metal for coming in third place in the 100m sprint. The whole nine yards. "I built you to be SUPERIOR!" and all that. He then orders Metal back to the training area to practice clear through the night 'til the next morning.

He then turns back to Bowser and says, "you were right! Kids are difficult!"

And from that moment Bowser makes it his mission to adopt Metal Sonic at all costs.

Just one problem- nobody believes him.

The Mario gang insists that it's none of their business. There's a truce between heroes and villains during the games, after all, and Peach isn't interested in pissing off what she sees as Mobian sovereign who's been known to mess with cross-dimensional shenanigans before.

So, to the surprise of everyone, Bowser then goes to Sonic to mention the problem- only for an apathetic Sonic to emphasize that he's already given Metal enough second chances by now and that frankly it's his own fault if Eggman's mean to him. Most of the rest of the Sonic gang seem to agree with this- with the distinct exception of Amy, but even she's hesitant to stir up trouble during the games. She suggests that if Bowser nicely talked to Eggman about all this, maybe Eggman would treat Metal Sonic better!

But of course, Bowser already gave the dress-down of the century to Eggman the very moment after he sent Metal Sonic away. Did Eggman listen? Of course not.

But we all know that Bowser is nothing if but persistent. He also happens to be the resident expert on kidnapping people. . .

Step 1: Bowser got his kids together and asked them to help him befriend Metal. So now Metal's got this menagerie of Koopas suddenly taking an interest in him and he doesn't really know how to deal with it. Other kids? They think he's cool and not a failure? They invite him to hang out and do fun things? But of course, Eggman prohibits "fraternizing with the enemy", but Metal finds ways to get around this order anyway.

Step 2: have the Koopa kids teach Metal a koopa sign language- one of the kids, Lemmy, already uses this sign language because he's nonverbal, so it's not too hard for the rest of the kids plus Bowser himself to sneak in a few lessons behind Eggman's back.

Step 3: once Metal is conversational, Bowser asks Metal if he'd like a new papa who won't scream at him so much.

Step 4: realize in horror as Metal explains that he can't leave- Eggman's programming won't allow him.

Step 5: Bowser asks Amy to ask Tails how to get the subservient programming out of Metal's head. Tails then provides a small USB plug-in that'll give him remote access connection once plugged into Metal's systems so that he can undo the programming.

Step 6: kidnapping time!

Step ???: realize that Metal would actually prefer to be a girl. Bowser's daughters/GNC kids then proceed to dress her up in the blackest, spikiest clothes and accessories they have. Metal adores it.

Step 7: ruin the entire Olympic games setup as Eggman threatens violence against whoever stole his robot.

Step 8: Metal gives her original "dad" the finger as she jumps into the portal back to the Koopa kingdom with her much cooler new family.

Uhhhh skip a few steps in here as the whole Bowser family goes no contact with the rest of either gang for a bit. They don't care that they ruined the Olympic games, not when they got a cool new daughter/sister out of the deal. Eventually the Mario gang comes around and forgives Bowser for ruining the games. They then invite Metal go-karting. All is well.

Step 11: Sonic visits the mushroom kingdom one day and is absolutely appalled to find out that people say to him "ohhhh you're like the flesh version of Princess Metal from the Koopa kingdom!"

#random bullshit go!#mario and sonic at the olympic games #sth #metal sonic #bowser #add this to the pile of crossovers I'll never actually write #this was inspired by the fact that both Bowser and Metal love wearing black bands with spikes

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letraspal · 2 years ago

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Simon Snow journey to queerness

A compilation of quotes of Simon Snow thinking/talking about his queerness through books.

Book 1: Carry On

He’s not a villain. He’s just a boy. I’m kissing a boy. I’m kissing Baz.

And then I think about whether this, what’s happening right now, means that I’m gay. But Baz and I are hidden in the trees, and no one can see us, and I decide I don’t have to answer that last question right now.

I wonder how long he’s wanted this. I wonder how long I’ve wanted it.

I’m not sure why I’m so happy. Nothing’s changed. Has anything changed? The kissing. That’s new. The waiting to kiss.

I want to kiss a bloke. That is a change, but no one I’m prepared to think about right now. …Again. I want to kiss him again.

“Why, then” he asks. / “Why did I kiss you?”/ “Yeah.” / “I guess I wanted to,” I say, shrugging. / “Since when?” / I shrug again, and it pisses him off.

“I didn’t think you were gay,” I say. Quietly. He shrugs. Half of Snow’s sentences are shrugs.“What does that mean?” / “I don’t know,” he says, closing his eyes. “I guess I’ve never thought much about what I am. I’ve got a lot on my plate.” That makes me laugh.

“Are you gay?” he asks, looking over at me, still laughing. / “Yeah,” I say, “completely.” / “So you do this all the time?” / I roll my eyes. “No.” / “Then how do you know you’re gay?” / “I just do. How do you not know?” / “Dunno,” he says.

But apparently, I can also solve things with my mouth—because, so far, every time I lean into Baz, he shuts up and closes his eyes. If Penelope were here, she’d make me explain myself. Thank magic she isn’t here yet.

What would Agatha say if she knew about the kissing? “You’re not even gay, Simon.” […] “you’re not even gay,” she’d say, “and he’s not even alive.”

“You’re not even gay, and he’s not even alive, and that isn’t even the worst part of this idea—what will the Mage say?”

“And I don’t think I’m gay,” I say. “I mean, maybe I am, at least partly, the part that seems to be demanding the most attention right now…”

He leans in like he’s going to bite me, then he kisses me instead. It’s so good. It’s been very good every time.

“We don’t have to do this” […] “No one has to know.” / “Know what?” Snow asked softly. “That I’m obsessed with you? That horse left the barn a long time ago”

“They’ll know,” I (Baz) say. “They’ll talk about it.” / “What?” He’s a million miles away. He’s always a million miles away lately. / “They’ll know that we’re gay.” / “There go my job prospects,” Simon says flatly. “What will my family say?” I’m not sure where the joke is.

“Baz, you’re actually, literally the only thing I have to lose. So as long as doing gay stuff in public doesn’t make you hate me, I don’t really care.” / “We’re just dancing,” I say. “That’s hardly gay stuff.” / “Dancing’s well gay,” he says. “Even when it isn’t two blokes.”

He will call me Simon now, occasionally, but only when we’re being soft with each other. (All that’s still happening, too. I suppose I am gay; my therapist says it’s not even the top five things I have to sort out right now.)

And sometimes I feel like someone else died, like someone else sacrificed everything, so that I can have a normal life. With wings. And a tail. And vampires. And magicians. And a boy in my arms, instead of a girl. And a happy ending—even if isn’t the ending I ever would have dreamt for myself, or hoped for. A chance.

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ashleyameanie · 3 months ago

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OK ANOTHER SONIC AU IDEA, PART 1

So like eggman right, we hate that guy but in this au tails HATES eggman with every fiber of his being, like this dude is his biggest hater and wishes sonic just puts him down for good, more so when eggman tortures sonic for six months

So after maybe sonic frontiers or forces sonic gets hurt by like a badnik and tails feels like that same little kid who watched his big brother almost die, so tails is done with eggmans shit and goes berserk, like this man goes and kills eggman with no mercy ( bonus points if he also tortures him for 6 months )

Sonic hears the news that eggman is really actually dead and he doesn't know how to act like does he feel free or does he feel worried that there's a new villain in town

So he tells tails about it and tails, the guy who killed eggman, is in heavy guilt not from killing eggman but for making his big bro so worried, so he gets the great idea of becoming sonic's NEW VILLAIN, that way he won't hurt sonic, in that sense, and sonic will know about the new villain and won't be worried and make it act like the new villain only wanted to kill eggman and no one else

But in his quest he see new villain wanting to hurt people and his brother so he say "well I've killed eggman so it's no problem that they go out to"