#people treat him too harshly at times like mans was trying to do his best and then the fbc fucked stuff up for him

[koskela-knights]

Can we consider that Ilmo Koskela lost basically everyone safe for his niece and nephew that night/morning when Jaakko got killed together with a whole bunch of other Cultists who were likely friends and colleagues 💔

[sporesgalaxy]

The way Dungeon Meshi does gender makes me insane. It’s stated over and over that Falin and Laios really are more similar than anyone is looking for- Laios directly states as much at one point, Marcille mentions it when Falin wakes up the first time and starts bemoaning not eating any monsters, the magic mirror story even has fem!Toshiro crushing on Laios- but Laios is so protective of his little sister. Laios leaves home to start making a life he can one day share with her. And she leaves magic school because he has failed, and failed so hard that she’s worried that she might never see him again if she lets him leave without her. He wants to protect her from the way the world treats him, but he does not or does not want to understand the terrible truth- the world will never treat her as harshly as it does him, because she is a pretty ‘quirky’ girl and he is a big autistic man. Falin is happy, doing well in her own sphere, making a single friend (because she is still autistic, and has struggles of her own, even if they’re a different kind), but Laios still feels a need to protect her because his experience of this world has been nothing but cold shoulders and distrust all the way down. This story makes me want to sprint into the river. Laios and Falin are the best characters of all time.

Ouhhhhh I dont have time to reread dungeon meshi to give you good sources but based on my doodoo memory and vibes therein: I have to disagree that Falin was necessarily doing "well," and I especially disagree that the tragedy here is that Laios was doing something unnecessary by trying to make a place in the world for him and Falin.

Falin gets along seemingly ok in the world but it's because she's agreeable to a fault .

What's so interesting to me about the Touden siblings is the different ways they've learned to deal with being The Odd Man Out. Laios set out to try and forcefully carve out a PLACE for him and Falin in the world, where they could both openly and unabashedly be themselves.....Falin stayed behind, and learned how to hide the things that made her stick out too much, and how to appease people on the verge of rejecting her and Laios.

That can be functional, but it isn't good. It isn't happiness. It hurts in a million tiny ways every single day, to hide yourself out of fear of rejection like that.

At school, Falin must have spent a lot of time alone before she befriended Marcille, since Falin was familiar enough with the surrounding wilderness that she knew where that small Dungeon opening was. She sought out what happiness she could by following her unusual passions in more private ways, where no one would judge her for it. Falin didn't expect anyone NOT to judge her for her "weirdness" before she met Marcille, so Falin didn't even try to connect with anyone before Marcille at a level more personal than "classmate." That's not doing well. That's not living.

This kind of self-isolation is a coping mechanism for neurodivergence that functions for a while, but it eats away at you. Falin considered marrying Toshiro despite not loving him, essentially because it seemed like the normal thing to do and she didn't think she'd get another chance to be married at all. What if she had gone through with that, or something similar by the same reasoning? Laios lived in a state of being rejected over and over, which obviously hurts like hell. In contrast, Falin was willing to live a life she never wanted just to avoid total rejection. That can be incredibly painful too, in its own way.

Falin and Laios were BOTH tragically fighting doomed battles to find a place for themselves in the world during the time they were separated. Working together, supporting each other, they're able to do a lot more. Cries.

[mariamakeslemons]

Kinktober 2024: Day 23 Degradation/Breeding

Warning: Reader is female, a bit of bad Sub/Dom etiquette that is quickly rectified, Assuming making asses of people, hurt/comfort, Reader is basically a saint for dealing with these possessive idiots

You blink blearily at the ceiling, trying to parse out how you ended up like this. Simon fucking into you harshly, after a rough prep by John, and silent treatment from Kyle and Johnny. At least, until Simon speaks up with a snarl.

“Fuckin’ take it,” Simon growls, the hard look he had replaced with a more familiar hunger. His words, however, are definitely not as he snaps, “Shtupid ‘ore, spreadin’ y’r legs f’r any bastard.”

“Don’t break her,” John orders, his tone cold for the first time ever, “Needs t’ take all o’ us, get fat with our babies. Might keep the dumb cunt from spreading 'er legs.”

“Anyone’ll do, right, slag?” Kyle coos mockingly, meanly pinching your nipple and making you tear up. Johnny sits back and stares, still and silent in a way that distresses you more than the other’s cruel words.

“Wh-what?” you manage to choke out, confused. All you did recently was direct a Texan to the local shops, but you always point people to the shops. The group with him had unnerved you, but you wouldn’t avoid someone just looking for directions.

“Lookin’ at others isn’t what good girls do,” John explains slowly, like you’re a child. You eyes water, even as Simon fucks into you.

“Wha-what did I do?” you ask. The men, your boyfriends, scoff and the confused hurt breaks out. You start hitting Simon, actually trying to get away as tears start to spill down your face.

“No,” you choke out, “No no nononono.” Simon tries to drag you back with a scowl, only for you to scratch at him and scream, “RED RED RED!!!!” Everything stops, Simon pulling out of you like he’s been burned as John and Kyle’s face drop. You sob and curl up on yourself, stuck between wanting them to hug you and wanting them as far away from you as possible.

“Wh-why are y-you being so mean?” you choke out, “What d-did I do?” Johnny is on you, pulling you into his lap and shushing you softly.

“Stahp an’ breathe, Bonnie,” he soothes, “Cannae understan’ yeh ‘f yer chokin’ oan tears.” You sob harder, pressing your face into Soap’s chest, trying to hide away from the other three. The tears won’t stop and you don’t know why they’re angry and you’re sorry and and and…

“Oh, Sweetheart. You really don’t know?” John asks softly, by your side. Sniffling, you reluctantly turn your head to look at him, shaking your head before burying your face into Johnny’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” Simon croaks out, sounding wrecked. Again, you turn your head to see him staring at you in horror. He reaches toward you, only to stop and slump, obviously distressed, “‘M sorry, Lovie. Shit, ‘m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“Why?” you mumble, turning to look at them.

“Th’ man you were talkin’ to,” John explains, “is a right bastard that we’ve had t’ work with in th’ past. We thought you knew an’ was talkin’ t’ ‘im t’ make us jealous. We’re so sorry, Love.” You sniffle again, blinking as you try to run through the people they’ve called right bastards.

The only one that comes to mind is a Graves. Some American that nearly killed your boyfriends before you met them. He’s Texan and blond and—oh.

“I didn’t know that was him!” you exclaim, turning out of Johnny’s arms to plead your case. Johnny pulls you back and shushes you again, nuzzling at your head and murmuring Gaelic soothingly.

“We know that now, Love,” Kyle assures you, shuffling forward to clasp your hand, “We’re so sorry for jumping t’ conclusions, and ‘specially sorry f’r callin’ you all those mean names. We know y’r a good girl.”

“Th’ best girl,” Simon cuts in, still keeping his distance while looking completely remorseful, “Too fuckin’ good f’r us.” You frown, realizing this was a huge misunderstanding, one that they were going to treat like a scene. Slowly, you crawl out of Johnny’s arms to wrap your arms around Simon in a hug, scratching at his scalp when he tenses.

“It’s okay,” you declare, sniffing a little as your tears finish falling, “Just need to communicate more.” Simon shivers before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in for a proper hug. John huffs and Kyle nods in agreement.

“Tha’s righ’!” Johnny declares, “So, le’s set up th’ telly an’ yeh pick th’ movie! Have a home date!” You smile and nod, nuzzling into Simon’s head, before you pause and bite your lip.

“And, um,” you hesitate. They turn to you curiously, Simon even lifting his head to look at you. Squirming a little, you mumble out, “I wouldn’t be opposed t’ being bred.”

The room descends into silence, a long drawn out pause as they stare at you.

“Steamin’ Jesus, hen,” Johnny breaks it, “Yeh cannae jus’ say shite like tha’.”

“I need t’ use the bathroom,” Kyle declares, scrambling up. Not fast enough for you to miss his erection, letting you know exactly why he’s going to the bathroom. John has a far away look on his face, one he usually gets when you bring him to the park for a date and he sees a family with a child. Simon keens and buries his face into your shoulder, gripping you tightly.

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“Ah, Price! Good to see ya,” Graves cheerfully greets, a mocking edge to his voice.

“Graves,” Price replies with a professional nod, his anger simmering. To know this bastard nearly led him and the boys to hurt you, all over a misunderstanding, still infuriates him. Neither you nor Graves knew who the other was, you were just being your sweet self and directing a tourist to the shops. Honestly, the fact you forgave them is a miracle that he and the boys don’t feel like they deserve. Then, you had to be a fucking Saint, agreeing to get pregnant with one of their children. But, the knowledge that Graves spoke to you still infuriates him.

“What are you doing here?” Price asks instead.

“Well, last time I was here, there was a sweet little treat that pointed me to the convenience store,” Graves answers, “Wanted to see if I had a chance to take her out.” Price grits his teeth, more than ready to snarl at the Texan, when a slight hand wraps around his arm.

“John, there you are,” you huff, pouting up at him while rubbing your protruding stomach, “C’mon. Kyle said he’ll get a tiramisu if we don’t pick up the cookie cake for Johnny’s birthday.”

“We don’ need him hyper off coffee,” Price immediately agrees, recalling last week when Soap had done just that. The only good thing to come from that afternoon had been your hormones finding Soap’s mischief delightful. Ghost is still trying to find all the skeleton clothes that had been died pink.

“Oh, uh,” Graves clears his throat awkwardly, his eyes resting on your stomach. You glance at him before turning your attention back to Price.

“Let’s go,” you urge, gently tugging Price’s arm, the dismissal obvious. Price chuckles and presses a kiss to your head.

“As you wish, Love,” he agrees, looking up at Graves to give another nod and saying, “Have a nice day, Graves.”

“Ah, you too,” the Texan chokes out. You ignore him, pulling at Price to head to the bakery down the street. Price is tempted to kiss you, but you’ve been touchy about PDA this past month. Instead, he lifts your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, before laying it back on his arm, picking up the pace to lead you to the bakery. He and the rest of the 141 will never assume you’re flirting with others without checking with you, that they swore. And they know, you won’t look at anyone else.

[suggiesug]

kai x dabi ficlet - clean word count: 2.1k read it on ao3

kink list + content warnings: cleanliness?, talk of drug usage, light bondage, begging, multiple orgasms, pet names, dirty talk, praise, dom/sub dynamics, unsure fluff (idk how else to put it, dabi is soft for the way kai treats him and kai Seems soft for dabi but they're both bad people so beep boop who knows which emotions are real)

The best thing about sex with Kai is the chance to get himself clean.

Being clean was important for Dabi. The ruined grafts that covered his body were easily infected. They had gotten so in the past quite a few times, and each time worsened the appearance of his damage. It had almost killed him a few times. It’s not easy to find good antibiotics when you have to rely on people who aren’t exactly your average run of the mill pharmacist.

At first, it was easy to keep clean. He had some money. Most of it went toward lodging. Food and water too, of course. Medical supplies. But money doesn’t last forever, and there was a period of time where Dabi couldn’t do any kind of work. Who wants a kid who can barely move and looks like they’re diseased working for them? So yeah. It was pretty hard, especially starting out. It’s still hard. Nothing about joining the League changed that side of things.

Meeting Kai, on the other hand, was the best thing to happen for Dabi’s wellbeing in a long time.

Kai refused to touch Dabi before cleaning him. The first time, it was awkward. Kai seemed interested and Dabi offered. Then, he was sat down butt-naked on a stool in a shower-room. It was a strange situation. For Dabi, at least. In every experience he’d had, it was a quick fuck and go. Sometimes they’d freshen up a bit, but usually, he and his bedmate for the night were too far out of their heads to bother.

This, though… it was intimate. Even if things were completely silent between them, it felt too close and too gentle for comfort. Dabi clearly noticed the way Kai made sure not to scrub harshly at his scars or tug at his staples. Every time the sponge he was using would catch on one, the other would quickly pause and backtrack. It was considerate. Dabi learned to convince himself it was just to avoid the hassle of opening up a wound.

It was harder for Dabi to convince himself that those gloved hands, the water thoroughly soaked into them, weren’t admiring the smooth canvas beneath whenever they avoided those deep, discoloured scars. Not cleaning, just gliding across the smooth skin. It felt soothing. Dabi would never admit how hard he has to try not to doze off, but there are worse places to fall asleep. Something tells him that Kai wouldn’t complain.

Outside the shower, however, Kai was far more… verbal, for lack of a better term.

“How dominant do you tend to be when you fuck, Dabi?”

It shouldn’t send him through a loop, but it does. Looking at the guy, he’d never expected such crude words to leave him. Especially when he’s casually discarding the gloves he’d used to so gently clean Dabi not a minute prior, the latter still patting himself dry with a pristine white towel. It’s not said particularly suggestively. It’s just… a question. Like asking about the weather, from the mouth of a man who looks like he'd much rather sit at a desk or torture puppies than have sex with a man he'd just intimately cleaned.

“Dominance doesn’t tend to be a subject when everyone’s high off their asses.” When his eyes leave the gloves he drops into a little hamper by the door, Kai shoots Dabi an inquisitive little look.

“Do you only have sex when you’re high?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

A hum leaves Kai. Silence for a moment before he’s reaching up to begin tugging off the white tie around his neck.

“That’s sad.”

“What?” Dabi must either sound genuinely offended or stupidly confused by the statement because the look Kai sends him looks more than a little amused as he lifts his tie up and over his head.

“I said,” he starts, before turning on his heels to walk closer to Dabi before they’re almost chest to chest, head tilted down to look at the shorter man directly. “That’s sad.”

“Why sad?” The voice that leaves Dabi doesn’t feel like his own, if only because it leaves him so quietly. So gently, as if to better match the intimate closeness between them. Not a whisper, but weak. Maybe it’s pathetic. Or maybe it’s endearing, because Kai only draws closer with this vague glimmer in his eyes that Dabi had no idea how to even begin to make out.

“Because you’ve never been able to truly experience the pleasure of another body. You’re never there.” There’s something about the way Kai’s hands move up so carefully to rest themselves on Dabi’s waist that makes the other man feel small. Kai is taller than him. Broader than him. It’s not too difficult to see Dabi’s ribs jutting out under his skin, muscles vaguely defined only because they’re bound to be in order for survival in the world they both live in. There’s no hint of malnourishment on Kai’s body; as much can be seen even without nudity. The word ‘perfect’ springs to Dabi’s mind, and he has to chase it out of his mind with a pitchfork and a flame. One of Kai’s hands moving away from Dabi’s waist to cup his chin is what stops him staring at the sliver of bare skin he can spy. The hint of chest from the few buttons Kai’s undone and the strong arms around him, the cuffs rolled up around his biceps acting as a frame.

“And I’m guessing you’re wanting to show me that experience?”

“As much of it as I can, pup.”

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Being able to fuck up into Kai’s mouth without resistance is one of Dabi’s favourite things to do. The tie keeping his wrists to the headboard stops him from running his hands through Kai’s hair like he wants to. Stops him from grabbing onto what he can and fucking the other’s throat until he can’t speak anymore. Until he can no longer speak the words that make Dabi feel like he’s melting and shivering at the same time. He’s expecting a gag when he first rolls his hips up. Nothing. Nothing on the next roll of his hips, either. Nor the next. Nor the next.

Dabi’s long since learned not to look down at Kai when he’s getting his dick sucked. He’s weak to the sight. Weak to looking down at a pair of golden eyes just barely misted with tears, and pink, sore lips wrapped around his cock. Kai never looks shaken. He never looks flustered. When Dabi looks down, Kai’s looking right back at him. He’s certain the other watches him. Maybe that’s why he stops looking down. It’s better to ignore the fact that Kai can see him when he arches his back and calls out the other’s name when he comes.

Every time, Kai swallows. Dabi always takes a while to calm down. Always lies slack, trying to catch his breath. He only looks up at Kai when the other’s sitting up between his legs, licking his lips and looking at him like a hungry beast who’s ready for more. A beast who always gets more than his fill, because that look is all it takes for Dabi’s cock to start twitching back to life and for his legs to part all too willingly.

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“You look beautiful like this, Dabi.”

The praise always makes sure Dabi stays at his loudest. Maybe Kai doesn’t mean it and only says it for that reason, but Dabi doesn’t care. When Kai’s fingers are buried inside him, the pads of them massaging his prostate so gently it hurts, Dabi can’t think of much else. Much besides the breath that he feels against his cheek, Kai settled down on his side next to him, hand nestled between Dabi’s skinny thighs. Dabi always runs so warm it feels like he forever has a fever, but Kai’s breath against his skin somehow manages to make him feel like he’s truly burning up.

“Good boy. You’re being so good. Be louder for me, pup.”

Kai always tells him to be loud, and Dabi never disappoints. He thrives on the praise he receives. He tightens up around the fingers pleasuring his insides, thicker than his own and able to reach places he can’t. Every time he glances at Kai, moans and curses flowing from his parted lips without shame, the other looks… content. Endeared. Something. It’s a look that makes Dabi want to kiss him, but that would be taking it too far. This isn’t lovemaking. This isn’t a romance.

“My good, good boy. Do you want to come for me again now?”

“Yes,” Dabi’s voice leaves him as a whisper, but Kai can hear it with how close they are. It’s quiet and choked, the stimulation leaving Dabi speechless more than it’s making him moan. His hips twitch, desperate for the attention he’s being showered with -- both the fingers inside him and the hand Kai had slipped around his waist in order to comfortably wrap his fingers around his cock.

“Speak louder for me, pup. Be nice and loud for me.”

A point is made when Kai presses down roughly on Dabi’s prostate, and it’s enough to force what's almost a scream from between Dabi’s lips as his hips lift into the air and his head presses back into the pillow.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, please, please, I wanna come..!”

Dabi can’t see it, but he’s still grounded enough to feel the smirk on Kai’s face as the other’s lips ghost over his cheek.

“Then come.”

When the movement of Kai’s finger pads quicken against that sensitive little spot inside of him, paired with the roughening strokes of his cock and the command uttered against his ear, Dabi feels like his heart might stop. It seems too simple to say he’s coming. It feels like something greater. Like Kai drags him out of his body to show him a pleasure that shouldn’t be able to be felt. Not from such simple ministrations. Not on earth.

But when Dabi stops seeing white in his vision and his hips lower back onto the bedsheets, he’s left back on earth again. Catching his breath. Sweaty, and tired, and with the vague scent of burnt linen.

And Kai’s right there next to him.

And that’s where it ends.

When Dabi has settled, Kai will sit himself up on his knees and reach out to carefully undo the tie keeping Dabi’s wrists at bay. He never lets them drop. He takes them carefully in his hands and lowers them to Dabi’s sides. Sometimes, Dabi feels like porcelain. Like he’ll break easily if Kai makes one wrong move. Maybe he likes that. Maybe it makes him feel like he’s more valuable than he is. At the time, he’s always too tired to think more on it.

Then, Kai will strip the rest of the way and rest with Dabi. Of everything the other does, Dabi thinks this is what confused him the most. That it’s only Dabi receiving the pleasure. That he can feel the hard-on pressed to his lower back. One he’s offered to see to many a time, but is always met with-

“I’m fine. I’ve gotten my fill.”

That’s fine. Dabi’s getting off. There’s nothing to complain about. A shower. A nice place to sleep. Getting off is a bonus he could do without, but he knows he could never turn Kai down. He’s considered it. After all is said and done and he’s left lying in bed, staring at Kai’s closed eyes and the peaceful look on a face so often partially covered. It’s too close. Too soft. It’s always been a rule of Dabi’s to not get too attached. He promised that with the League, but he knows that’s a rule he’s already broken. Now Kai.

Kai bathes him. Makes him feel good. Gives him shelter. He started making breakfast, and Dabi can’t remember the last time he’s even had a breakfast meal. Let alone one made by someone else. Kai seems so fond when Dabi wolfs it all down like it’s the last meal he’ll eat. Doesn’t scold when Dabi accidentally gets some on the bed in his haste.

“It’s fine. It can be cleaned.”

Kai is a murderer. An abuser. Someone who is power-hungry. Who has no regard for the lives of others. Everything Dabi finds distasteful, even if he himself falls into one or two of those categories. The thought of killing the man in his sleep crossed Dabi’s mind. Peaceful and unaware, it wouldn’t be hard.

But then this man, who breaks out in angry hives when dirt gets on the sleeve of his jacket, touches Dabi like he’s the cleanest thing in the world, and suddenly Dabi feels like he could forgive any sin in the world.

As long as he stays clean.

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[fxirybun]

Hi, if you may have time I would like to participate in your dinamic :)

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I tell me the name of your DR s/o and their respective reality they're in: Arthur Pendragon, Merlin BBC series

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ෆ⸒⸒ his ten (10) green flags

𐙚 the type of man who will always stand by you , no matter how tough the circumstances can be. he's also the type who would go to any length to protect you , even risking his own life.

𐙚 once you gain arthur's trust , you’ll never going to doubt his loyalty. he's someone who's devoted to the people he cares about and would never betray you.

𐙚 he doesn't mind listening to your side of the story , making sure that you feel heard and respected. if he ever wrongs you , he’ll be quick to make it right because fairness is at the core of his values.

𐙚 arthur will treat you with the utmost respect. he believes in nurturing those he loves and will always put your needs and feelings at the forefront.

𐙚 you'll never have to worry about arthur shirking his responsibilities or taking things lightly. he can be reliable at times , working hard to provide stability both physically and emotionally.

𐙚 if arthur makes a mistake or hurts you , he’ll be humble enough to admit it and learn from it. you’ll see him grow and become more understanding. he won’t shy away from improving himself and will always try to be a better person.

𐙚 even if he has moments of doubt , he’ll come to rely on your advice and support, knowing that you have his back.

𐙚 arthur will always make you feel safe. he takes the well-being of his loved ones seriously , and you’ll feel secure in his presence. he’ll do everything he can to protect you and keep you from harm.

𐙚 he'll work hard to make his relationship with others strong. arthur is the type of man who is determined to make things work , no matter the obstacles. he doesn't give up very easily and would even do the means to fight for those he deeply cares about.

𐙚 arthur will be able to forgive you when you make mistakes , and he’ll expect the same in return. he's not the type to hold grudges as he values reconciliation. if ever there’s a disagreement , he’ll want to talk things through and move past it , ensuring peace and understanding between you and him.

ෆ⸒⸒ his ten (10) red flags

𐙚 arthur may come across as prideful or acts like he knows best. this arrogance could make you feel like your opinions aren’t always valued , especially if he’s too caught up in his own perspective.

𐙚 he can be very set in his ways , which means you could find yourself in frustrating arguments where he refuses to budge , even when he’s clearly wrong.

𐙚 there would be some cases wherein arthur's sense of justice can turn into criticism. he might judge you too harshly if he feels you’ve done something wrong , expecting you to live up to his strict moral code.

𐙚 he can be slow to embrace change or new ways of thinking. If you bring up ideas or beliefs that challenge his worldview , he might dismiss them or be closed off from your perspective.

𐙚 arthur's impatience can show up when he’s stressed or frustrated. he might push you to act or make decisions faster than you’re comfortable with , or he could get annoyed when things don’t go according to plan.

𐙚 arthur can be emotionally distant when it comes to expressing his feelings. he may be struggling to open up about what’s really going on inside of him , leaving you to guess how he’s feeling.

𐙚 he's deeply tied to his upbringing and traditions , which means he might hold onto outdated ideas or beliefs.

𐙚 when pushed to his limits , arthur can have a quick temper. his anger , though often short-lived , can flare up unexpectedly , making him say or do things in the heat of the moment that he might regret later.

𐙚 arthur tends to be guarded especially when it comes to showing his vulnerabilities.

𐙚 beneath his confidence , arthur sometimes struggles with self-doubt , particularly about whether he’s living up to his potential. this insecurity might make him overly defensive when criticized or cause him to seek constant reassurance.

fxiry : i hope this post helps ! feedback is required ^^

[oddaesthetin]

“you’re a stupid, stupid man.” brows furrowed, hands on hips, you stand firmly just in front of the hospital room door. “people call you clever, even the mafia boss considers you scary, but no no, they’re very wrong cause i really think you’re an idiot.”

the pout on dazai’s face grew even bigger, but you knew better than to believe that facade. before he could say anything, you sighed and harshly combed your hair. the man sitting on the bed just watched as you try hard to calm yourself down. the last thing you wanna do to the stabbed man was to insult him and add salt to his injury, quite literally, even more.

“you were perfectly aware yosano would not be able to treat you, correct?”

with the fake pout still on, he scratched his face. “i guess, i might have, just quite, known a little bit.”

“and yet, after the warnings i gave you, you went on and got yourself almost killed.” you sighed again, “were the past action scenes becoming a bit boring to you already and you’re now trying to entangle yourself in people who are absolutely, more physically and naturally capable than you?”

he removed his eyes on you and lied down, then proceeded to turn his back as if hinting he’s hurt and doesn’t wanna talk to you anymore. “i don’t like being scolded by a pretty woman. it makes me look uncool.”

feeling petty, you muttered. “joke’s on you cause you never looked cool anyway.”

which was the perfect response that made him snap from the previous position and looked at you annoyingly. you weren’t that dumb either to not notice how he winced after the sudden movement, clearly reflecting how he’s still in pain and is really just trying his best to look cool.

“how can you not spare the sick man some of your caring side, brains. i thought partners are supposed to care about each other?”

with the second combing of your hair, you sighed again, and finally decided to let your pride go and went close to the bandaged man. he’s gotten you far too soft for him already to try to resist, especially now that he looks this helpless and desperate. you sat on the clear space he provided on his bed.

“stop calling me ‘brains’ you stupid bandage-squandering-machine,” you replied, staring into the air.

at least now you’re relieved he’s fine and functional. said the little voice inside your head.

to be honest, you don’t know what to say anymore which was in contrast to what you were expecting to happen earlier. your fear was far too strong than anger while you were on your way here. but then again, he’s dazai. nothing really affects him. or so he would like to believe.

little did you know tho, it was not just you who became soft. with the silence growing even louder, it is without your notice that the sick man beside you also grew even more concerned if you’re in fact, very seriously angry.

“oi, brains. you mad?” the sick man spoke again. the question remained greeted with silence.

it’s not like you don’t want to answer him, you just don’t know what to answer him. you’re also far too smart to tell him you were scared because again, he’s dazai. he’s smart, and he’s probably expected this already long before it happened. it just bothers you how he can easily offer himself to pain. how casually he let himself be the bait of his own plans, even after knowing there’s you, and other people worrying about him. even after noticing how much change he’s gone into, mentally speaking.

a sudden cold feeling covered your hand. your attention shifted from the air to the chilly hand that’s now covering yours. you looked at his face and noticed the mix of cluelessness and worry in his eyes. you snapped back to reality and blew a breath for the nth time.

“do you wanna stay at my place when you get out of here tomorrow?” you bursted.

taken a back, he answered. “really?” you looked mad just earlier.

“yes. you’re weak, and clearly in pain. you can’t stay alone in your apartment cause we both know you’ll resort to drinking sake and tuna instead of actually eating real food and taking care of yourself. besides…,” you trailed off, “it’s kind of my responsibility as your girlfriend to take care of you.”

the weak man laughed heartily. the mischief now back in his eyes. never in his life did he expect himself to feel this happy and excited about having someone taking care of him. a very beautiful someone. for so long it was just him and his darkness. and to think he used to be sure he knows himself wholly before you came into his life.

“my, my, i guess i’m really that pitiful looking to make you worry about me that bad, huh?”

“yes, but there’s a catch.” you smirked. “i only have one room, and i don’t wanna sleep with a stabbed man so you’d have to sleep in the living room.”

all the happiness and smug he was feeling very obviously escaped his spirit as he let you finish your sentence. it was like giving a kid candy and taking it back after a mere second. it was bullying. he was sure of that.

“but, y/n, you see, i’m sick. it’s actually my hospital bed your sitting on right now. shouldn’t you be the one sleeping on the sofa instead?” the taunting continues, still letting off a smile that was obviously fake.

“what? no. it’s my house, it’s my rules.”

“then we should just stay at my apartment instead and you take care of me there!” he recommended very excitedly. inside his mind, he succeeded, because, yes. he is, indeed, dazai. and he’s expected this long before it happened. and yes, he knew right then he’d be willing to sacrifice himself to any pain if it means you’ll be there to ask him to stay with you and be taken care of by you.

he’s dazai, and he purposely got himself in trouble in order to be babied by you.

like??? i was half asleep when i wrote this. if its not for the note i wrote before i fully went into a slumber, i wouldve never known i wrote this.

THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOFREAD YET

and i was actually not sure if i wanted to post it cause the plot was messy and is just full of ramblings but 🥲🥲 its kinda long im gunna feel bad if i let it go to waste

[imsosocold]

Ace Attorney ships I find personally amusing

"I, an aro spec person, have little to no interest in ships" once said a foolish fool.

Dhurke and Manfred:

Genuinely they're such cool contrasts, Manfred is the embodiment of the status quo while Dhurke is the face of rebellion and is all about expression while Manfred is incredibly closed off and ridden with paranoia while Dhurke trusts in others so strongly and the fact they both take in someone else's kid to raise as their own out of their own senses of duty -

Dhurke should've gotten to radicalize that old man and also kiss him methinks.

Matt and Kristoph:

Do you know the quote " he's so stupid, I have to fuck him?" Yeah, that's the dynamic, even though Matt's quite cunning ( which Kristoph and most of the AA fandom don't want to admit). Both petty and paranoia ridden and identityless, thinking they're above everyone else yet being so self harming and sabotaging, completely consumed by the systems they worked in only to get tossed aside by them once their depravity becomes too visible. If you've seen my previous AA posts you know I love the idea of Klavier looking up to Matt and wanting to model themself after him. To Kristoph, however, Matt is the embodiment of the lifestyle that he fears will consume his brother. So even before the whole Farewell Turnabout reveal, there's resentment already there. Poor Klavier is naturally crushed when the truth comes out ( better get used that soon buddy) and admist the rage for Klavier's sake in Kristoph there's also the satisfaction of being right. I wouldn't be surprised if Kristoph visits Matt in prison just to gloat and try to fuel his paranoia but Matt, ever the actor, just bats his eyes and treats Kristoph like he's another fan. Naturally this gets under Kristoph's skin and makes him want to break Matt even more and the duo end up in this perpetual cat and mouse game that's more amusing to them than any other rivalries they've had, even with Juan and Phoenix.

Klavier, watching his brother stamp a pile of letters to Matt Engarde: I think you're more upset about what he did than I am Bruder.

Kristoph : Shut up Klavier, your boyfriend has a dildo on his head.

Kristoph naturally shares all this with Beanix in an attempt to bond with him over their shared hatred, but it has the opposite effect on someone who's dealt with someone also having " unnecessary feelings" almost his whole life. It is 100% what confirms his suspicions of Kristoph and you know once he defeats him he throws in the line "lmao have fun with your boyfriend in prison." ( Which makes poor Klavier even more distraught.) Matt swears the reason he's happy to see Kristoph in prison is purely out of the satisfaction in seeing an enemy of his fall. Anyway, their antagonism in person is even more extreme but with how they're forced to spend time together in prison, genuine time together, things get more complicated and it looks like Phoenix and Klavier were right all along. WELL FUCK-

Geiru and Dahlia:

Girlies who solve their problems with murder and frame those they're supposed to be close to ♡ Dahlia sees this girl getting crushed by the legacy of her family and won't allow history to repeat again.

They wouldn't have to put personas on for once and could just exist without expectation and judgement.

Also the contrast of graceful Dahlia with literal clown girl amuses me <3

Godot and Simon Blackquill:

Manipulative, mysterious hot prosecutors who are up their own asses? Yeah, they need to make out/j

In all seriousness both of them are so fucking tragic, trying so hard to protect the ones they care about and being willing to do fucked up shit to do so regardless of what happens to them. At the same time toxically assuming what's best for other people without their input ( especially regarding female characters) and harshly project their own feelings onto other people. They're sickly similar and I hope they realize this and heal together.

Bikini and Gant:

They're unhinged in opposite directions <3 So interesting that Bikini is similarly part of a corrupt system but hasn't been tainted by it like Gant was, probably because she hadn't gotten to see and experience the extent of it like Gant did. Both so easily could've become the other if their positions had shifted. Any so, Bikini would bring out Gant's more heartfelt traits and they'd definitely joke around together and be annoyances to everyone around them and just enjoy the little things in life. But primarily I'm interested in this duo because the idea of Gant leaving behind his work to join the temple life amuses me XD

Angel Starr and Dee Vazquez:

Fucked up, violent, revenge driven women who are willing to do anything in order to get what they want? Automatic click. Either they'll take over and rule the world together or they'll retire to a seaside town and grow old together. 50/50 chance with these veteran queers.

Larry and Sorin:

I’m a sucker for STEM and artist duos, romantic or otherwise. Their differing interests and personalities would bounce well off each other, making them a comedic yet chemistry filled paring that balances each other out. Also, flanderization aside, Larry is an understanding and caring guy and would support Sorin throughout his recovery and beyond.

Larry and Shelly De Killer:

The idea of cheerful guy who constantly gets accused of murder dating one of the most prolific killers ( also a cheerful guy) sends me, along with the concept of either of them taking the other’s last name. I think Shelly would be interested in Larry’s genuine love for life and continued nativity while Larry is absolutely smitten by how suave and cool Shelly is. 50/50 chance Larry knows who Shelly really is. Justifiably Maya and Phoenix flip out.

Sebastian and Hugh O Connor:

Parallels! Cocky people who believe they’re highly skilled only to realize their parents were pulling strings and while absolutely crushed, they strive to do better and are incredibly loyal to those they care about. They should go “ samesies!” and imprint on each other.

Simon Keyes and Nahyuta:

Love these two cause they’re so similar but complete opposites. They’re both self declared fighters of corrupt systems who are willing to sacrifice anything and everything ( including themselves) to complete their goals. Not to mention having an intense loyalty to their fathers and father figures. But while Nahyuta believed in fighting within the system despite knowing its corruption , Simon, refusing to sink to the level of those he hated, made sure to fight the system from the outside. I hope they bite each other <3.

Richard and Daryan:

Flamboyant queers with weird hair who are both based in their crimes and actually not appreciated enough. They should kiss and do more crimes.

Nahyuta and Matt:

The contrast. I want Nahyuta to look at Matt and see him as someone who was similarly raised into fitting a certain role and was unable to escape it and in turn swearing to save Matt’s soul. Matt is honestly confused but, amused and ever the opportunist, agrees to Nahyuta’s demands. Phoenix on the other hand is pushing Apollo to get his brother to stop, with Apollo explaining he literally can’t change his brother’s mind.

Luke & Ron & Desiree:

Okay, Ron and Desiree are a package deal. Anyway, I imagine Luke believes that having a rival means your relationship with them is naturally homoerotic ( I mean he’s not wrong) leaving poor Ron even more flustered and confused than usual . Desiree would just find it all funny to be honest and probably encourage the antics but if she wanted she could probably roast Luke out of committing anymore crimes and gain another partner in the process. Should’ve left the whole De Masque business to her to be honest.

Nahyuta and Kristoph:

“ You screwed over my brother.”

“ You screwed over your own brother.”

Both being forced to sacrifice so much for their sibling who doesn’t understand the extent of their sacrifices. Both committing horrible acts order survive, believing they alone know what’s best and are the only one who can carry such extreme actions out. But Nahyuta was the only one who got to grow beyond these viewpoints and tendencies while Kristoph only double down. Both of them hate each other but can understand each other and hate the fact that they can, they hate feeling anything for each other. Nahyuta wouldn't ever fall for Kristoph’s shit and Kristoph would hate being so powerless and exposed to him and even more so that Nahyuta doesn’t tear him apart from the inside. Nahyuta should become Kristoph’s architect and rebuild him in his image.

Uendo and Matt:

Matt learns Uendo genuinely enjoys giving performances and needs to know how. I think despite their drastically different experiences and ideals , they could form a genuine connection centered around having to suppress parts of themselves for the sake of their work. Since Matt work centered around entertaining kids and making them happy I think he could also get along with Owen well. I think Matt would have the best relationship with Patches out of all of them with Kisegawa and him having the most antagonistic relationship (but still caring). Honestly while one of the most simplistic parings it’s one of my favorites.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed as I spent too much time on this and I’d like to hear your own blursed ideas.

[namtanlovesfilm]

Off Jumpol

Sweetheart please write a whole essay about him 😘😜

wellllll, if it's asked this nicely 😌 usually I try to contain myself but today you've enabled me :p here's why I believe off jumpol to be literally unmatched:

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

I've said it before, but being an off stan is like following a character in a series. just like khai in theory of love, off has had such an incredible character development which I've never seen for any other actor. his willingness to openly admit his changes & his past flaws is so damn refreshing, and if you're an off fan you can never be bored bc there is no status quo, off is always getting better & better <3

HONESTY

so I've said it before, but I like celebrities who seem genuine & real, and I don't think you get that more than with off. first of all, and that's a thai actor thing, I love his willingness to go out not always looking the best & just enjoying his life like real people do. but mostly I love how much off is himself 100% of the time: he's scolded nosy journalists & fans before, but is also not afraid to apologize like that one time fans kept screaming his name while he was talking to tay & he answered too harshly & took it back. but mostly I love how honest he is about his past & even his present, he's willing to admit he was a player during his uni days & regrets it, and he's willing to admit much he's changed. even though some people see him as cold & scary, if you follow off for more than one minute you'll know that off is pretty much an open book & really doesn't take himself too seriously. for example the interviewer for his iconic gq interview cover, said he was shocked to see off so down to earth & speaking about philosophical topics about his own life that he's reflected on a lot. and off's genuineness is for me his greatest quality.

KINDNESS

even though off is known for his bad mouth lol, he's genuinely the kindest person ever. there are many groups of people he's kind with, the first one being fans. having gone to events he's been a part of, I can safely say off is the only actor (unless joined by gun) who went out of his way to go close to fans & greet us. he often even stays after an event to go back out to greet fans for more than an extra hour! he doesn't need to do that, but he does it bc he truly values his fans greatly. him crying bc he was overwhelmed by his fan's love in y I love you says it all.

the second group is his fellow colleagues. many clips of off have gone viral with him helping his nong's cover up, etc. in awkward situations, and everyone at gmmtv considers off their dad, as countless pictures prove it :)

lastly, service workers. there are compilations of off thanking security guards at the many events he attends, even hugging them, and overall he always treats others with so much respect & kindness, which shows how down to earth he is.

TALENTS

now that we've discussed his personality, let's move on to off's talents. first of all, off has grown to be an excellent actor. his acting in not me was honestly so good it not only blew me away, but also made me so incredibly proud. I think one of off's best strength is his versatility as an actor, because now he can both SLAY emotional, angsty scenes, but since the beginning he's also been an incredible comedic actor thanks to the fact that man's naturally hilarious & improvises lines like no one else. in that sense, he honestly can beat a lot of actors considered better but who don't have as much versatility as him.

apart from acting, off also excells at hosting, be it variety shows like offgun fun night, friend drive or school rangers, or events & others. man can SPEAK, and be fun & entertaining like no one else, while also including guests so seamlessly.

off is also obviously a fashion icon, having both his fashion brand & being an avid fashion collector, so much so that series like theory of love & wolf used HIS OWN clothes for his character's wardrobes. off especially loves vintage & doesn't just shop big brand names but also goes to the chatuchak market to buy more hawaiian shirts. did I mention he's the ceo of wearing hawaiian shirts? bc he is <3

off is an artsy hipster type of guy, enjoying indie movies, taking pictures, going to galleries, etc. and I believe him to have a very artistic vision that is best exemplified by his brand land of something, for which the designs stand out SO MUCH from other thai actors' clothing brand. he's also a business man & has learned from his mistakes which makes him more careful & thoughtful when he invests now. ALSO he's obviously an incredible model & knows all of his angles, slay <3

LOOKS

obviously, off is hot as fuck. this is a shallow world, we have eyes, man's flabbergastingly gorgeous. but what makes off more special than the other handsome actors is of course, his iconic facial expressions. NO ONE can move their face like off does. his facial expressions are what made me fall for him bc they're one of a kind & no one can replicate them to the same extent. those expressions are also what made off's asshole characters like khai, por, etc. actually work by adding layers of cuteness to them. I also want to mention that off is not afraid to experiment with his look which is really nice & makes him stand out once again!

PROFESSIONALISM

lastly, bc I'm a busy gal & I need to cut this short, I think it's very important to mention off's professionalism. I think it's no coincidence a lot of directors envision him as first for a role, notably koo ekkasit for astrophile, fon kanittha for 10 years ticket & the snap25 team for the jungle. it's also to be noted that off creates good relationships with every co-star he has, and keeps those friendships for a long time. no one ever has anything bad to say about him, and because of his work ethics he manages to shine in the eyes of those who decide the faith of his career. and that makes me confident he'll keep soaring high :)

xxx

[die-mitri]

Some Pre-DvK2 Bakugou Analysis!

Word count: ~4,100 (sorry lol, TL;DR at bottom)

Reading time: ~15 minutes

Note: I made lots of words bold, italicized, or colored and with a lot of paragraph breaks to make this more readable for the bitches with ADHD out there. I see y'all and I can't read either. Sorry if this makes it harder to read for others 🤷🏽

I'm in the process of trying to start a bkdk fanfic and make it as in-character as possible by trying to relate to the characters and get in their heads. While I relate heavily to Bakugou, he's also a character that's very hard to understand.

What I mean is that I relate to a lot of Bakugou's base instincts and thought patterns, but the things he gets upset about in-canon make little sense to me. To try to get into his head I've had to do a deep dive on myself and all the things I've been upset about in a similar way he has been, as well as to understand why I've felt justified acting so similar to him. Considering most people act in ways they feel justified in, I need to analyze what about Izuku would make me so bothered by him, that I would treat him the way Bakugou does. If I can tap into that feeling and try to distort my thinking and apply it to his specific situation, then I’ll have an easier time writing this mostly canon-compliant fic.

I'm gonna use myself as a reference for his behavior and will be talking about a time when I was much a worse person. I've since grown a lot and realized how wrong I was, so please keep that in mind and try not to judge 12-15 year old me too harshly. The stories I use will have fake names for the people involved to help you keep track of them.

None of this is meant to justify the way Bakugou treated Izuku, and is only meant to try to understand why he did it in a more relatable/realistic, less anime-dramatic nonsense way. Mostly, so I can replicate his thought process for accurate fic writing.

I'm gonna address this analysis in 5 different bits: fear, anger, pride/shame, building a persona, and the conclusion.

Let's go!

FEAR!

Bakugou struggles with being seen as weak/incapable. It's DIFFERENT from his superiority complex... Although connected.

It's my belief (backed up by canon) that Bakugou's relationship with his mom has affected his perception of strength and worth; and that because of her, he's attached his identity to his strength, which he felt made him more secure and better than other people. To be weak, is to be pathetic, is to be humiliated. To be clear, I don't think he did this consciously. It was just that kind of thing that seeped into the way he thought and because of it, he tried to fortify himself against any and all vulnerability. Which leads to the bullying/ “Better to hunt than be hunted” mentality. As well as his black and white thinking. If his way is right, everyone else’s must be wrong and anything that challenges his limited world view is a threat to his very being. If his strength doesn’t matter, or isn’t the best, then who is he? That’s a scary thought to me too.

It's a similar story with me, just switch the parent. My dad is a man of principle and one of his principles is that you should not be a pussy and always be the smartest person in the room. I attached my identity to being right all the time and always standing my ground. I’m sure you can guess how fun I was at parties.

So I refused to let others see when I'd actually been hurt and hated the idea of being seen as pathetic or weak. I also couldn't accept that I needed help sometimes. I wanted to be unshakable and plow through everything. 

A ridiculous outcome of that, is that I used to hate apologies in any direction. "Don't apologize to me, I don't need your help getting over this. I won't apologize to you bc that means I was thinking about feeling bad about what I did and you can't know that." 

In truth, I didn't mind being wrong, just looking like I cared. 

That’s the heart of it. I cared a lot less about the values I had, and a lot more about how scared I was to be seen not fulfilling them. It’s embarrassing.

Another, much stupider example of this in my life is that I hate being babied. Even by people who look up to me or respect me as equals.

Once at summer camp I had some friends fuss over me about something. I can't even remember what it was anymore, probably wearing sunscreen. I just got so upset. I was like "I'm not a fucking kid, I can take care of myself. Don't try to help me bc there's no reason I'd ever need help." In retrospect it was seriously not a big deal, and they're both friends that I love dearly, but my own issues with having people take care of me got in the way of me perceiving their affection like a normal human being.

Bakugou is the same about needing help and would rather die/lose than be seen as pathetic/vulnerable. Like he said during their dual exam that not even having the choice to destroy himself in order to have control win would be unbearable. If his strength isn’t enough on its own, then he is not enough.

I think this particular issue is made worse by his poor impulse control in regards to Izuku... (With everything else, he's very calculated, which I talk about more in the "creating a persona" section).

In general, I think Bakugou is just very scared/uneasy about his place in the world (that he’s not enough or that he’s been wrong the whole time [see: kacchan vs deku part 2]) and he covers it up with…:

ANGER!

Bakugou doesn't have a hard time not just being mean, but being cruel. There's little hesitation in going for the throat when it comes to insults and mind games. The same goes for me BUT only when I really dislike someone.

There was one time I was mean to some kid who was weird and pushy with me because he thought I was cool. He was not a bad guy, he just couldn't take a hint and wouldn't leave me alone. Let’s call him Liam. One day Liam made some joke and no one in class laughed. He said something like "tough crowd", and without hesitation I told him he just wasn't funny. It's not exactly bullying, but he probably felt bad about that for a bit.

It was mean tho, right? I did it cuz at the time I just wanted Liam to dislike me enough that he'd leave me alone. Sounds familiar, huh?

It was not the first or last time I acted like that. I want to highlight that I did these things feeling justified (even though I probably wasn't), which is the key component to understanding why Bakugou was so mean to Izuku in the beginning. It wasn't so much about power, as it was about getting Izuku to leave him alone for good. To get somewhere he didn't have to worry about being bothered by him ever again and follow his dream at the same time. You know, like UA? The last possible place you'd find someone without a quirk?

I think it needs to be made INCREDIBLY clear that Bakugou sees Izuku as a fundamentally different person than we, the fandom, do.

To him, Izuku was some weirdo who wouldn't leave him alone, made him feel nervous/stupid, was generally uncool and annoying, and acted like he was better than him. (let’s not forget that Izuku was quite the stalker for a while??) It doesn't matter how wrong Bakugou was, Izuku still made him feel that way and that's a good enough reason to try to get someone to leave you the fuck alone. I know I would. I mean I literally have.

There were multiple kids at my school who freaked me out/ made me uncomfortable and I wasted no time in getting them to fuck off as quickly as possible. I'm sure most of us have similar stories and definitely seemed like one of the bad guys from their point of view. (Especially given that a lot of these annoying kids were probably well-intentioned and just made you uncomfortable)

The following stories are unnecessary to understand my point, but I just wanted to tell them. Feel free to skip over it.

There was one kid in my grade who was around me a lot. Let’s call him Isaac. We walked home the same way and had a few classes together. There were two times I remember getting annoyed enough with him to actually snap at him.

One time was when Isaac tried to hide behind me in a gym class during dodgeball and he touched my shoulder or something. So I turned around and shoved him to the ground and told him not to touch me. He slid on his ass for a sec. I'm sure he was a bit embarrassed and looking back, it was mean. I could have just asked him not to do that politely.

The other time I remember, we were in science class and we were always sat at the same table because the teacher said I was best at handling the "annoying kids" (which is kinda a crazy thing to say to another student). Regardless, Isaac wouldn't stop talking and just overall bothering me. I might be misremembering this part, but I'm pretty sure he had come behind my chair and touched my shoulders again. So I got up and yelled at him. I told him to leave me the fuck alone and stop being weird. My teacher came to check up on me, not him. Asked if I was okay and if I needed help to beat someone up (jokingly ofc). But maybe I was the bad guy here. I could have asked a teacher to reseat me or told Isaac he was making me uncomfortable, but I didn't. I did what would make him leave me alone the fastest. And he did after that. For the most part at least. We still ran into each other on the walk home and would make conversation. Isaac annoyed me, but I didn't hate him, I wasn't close enough to him to. HOWEVER, had he been annoying me since I was FOUR?? I'd probably beat his goofy ass up just like Bakugou did.

AND If I found out later that he was like secretly the president's son and was only letting me push him around to hide his identity? Not only would I be mad, I'd feel so fucking stupid and embarrassed. AND IF HE FOLLOWED THAT UP WITH SOME BULLSHIT LIKE: “no, no, I was only recently adopted by the president bc I'm destined for a future greater than yours.” Are you kidding me??? I'd fuck some shit up. Punch some walls or somethin.

Like what makes you of all people think you’re better than me? You’re just some kid with ideas of grandeur. Get away from me or get hit bitch. 

I'm not saying Bakugou's right, only that I get it. He uses anger to cover up all the feelings that make him feel unsafe/uncomfortable/embarrassed. As do I. Annndddd a lot of it is about… (say it with me…)

PRIDE & SHAME!

The infamous superiority/inferiority complex. This is mostly spelled out for you in canon, so I’ll only talk about the parts that interest me the most.

We already know Bakugou doesn't like being looked down on. It enrages him. It's a pride thing. Pride is inherently attached to shame. You care less about using pride to cover up your shame the less shame you have to cover up.

No matter how hard he tries, Bakugou can't be all he expects of himself. He cares that the anger he uses to hide his discomfort makes people dislike him. He's embarrassed that he cares at all and it makes him feel like he's weak. Only a loser would let that get in their way... That vulnerability eats him up and makes him feel stupid and it all becomes a circle.

Gotta be strong > uses force to exert his strength > ppl dislike him for it > he feels hurt > he shouldn't care what they think > need to get stronger to handle it.

THEN he lost to Izuku several times, got kidnapped, AM lost his powers because Bakugou needed saving, and failed to get his hero license.  (AND HIS MOM PICKS ON HIM ABOUT IT WHICH DOESN'T HELP) He had to reckon with the fact that his way is wrong. But he's so caught up with attaching himself to the part, that it's very hard to let go. He'd have to change his entire world view and identity.

This post discusses the way he reckons with the cognitive dissonance that comes with his strength having nothing to do with what’s “right”. I'm a really big fan of the concept of Bakugou trying to use his physical strength/lack thereof, to make sense of his emotional weaknesses and lapses in logic.

I didn't want to cheap out on you and leave you without an embarrassing personal story for this bit, so I really had to dig for a story mostly about pride/shame because I feel like this section is mostly about what causes the fear and anger. Pride/shame is a common denominator rather than its own point… but here I go anyway.

When I was 14 I made my math teacher cry. She was kinda a bitch and deserved it a little bit, but I still feel kinda bad in retrospect.

I’ve always been a shit student, which didn’t bode well with the whole “smartest person in the room” deal. It was embarrassing to know that it didn’t matter how smart I was, I could never sit still and think long enough to finish my school work. And yeah, you bet my dad made me feel like an idiot for it. So I took some of it out on my teacher. 

It felt justified making her cry because she had always had it out for me. She was rude the moment I walked in the door, she refused to sit me up front so I was never able to read the board, she resented us because she wanted to teach the “smart” kids, and she always made sure to tell me how much I sucked in front of the whole class.

Now the thing about being the rowdy annoying student (especially in the lower level classes) is that most of the kids in class agreed with you. The teachers normally assume the worst about lower level students and were complete dicks, so you can be sure there was almost always animosity and distrust in class. Every time I gave a snarky response or talked over her, I was met with snickers and fist bumps. Maybe she, my Dad, my shame made me feel stupid, but the attention from the kids in my class sure fed my ego.

As bad as I feel for making her cry, I still tell the story with pride. She didn’t break me, I broke her. 5 years later and it still feels good to know that I walked away mostly unscathed, and she quit her job. I was so sick of feeling stupid, but I still do, otherwise the story wouldn’t feel so good to tell. It might not be a thing I’d do to a teacher ever again, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could sometimes. Shame is more powerful than the shield of pride; and both of them are nasty habits.

I think pride and shame would be the hardest traits for Bakugou to let go of. Truthfully, I don’t think he will ever fully abandon those traits. They’re fundamental to his character and are the driving force behind his pursuit of being the number one hero. Which is also a primary factor in what pushes both Bakugou and Izuku to grow as heroes. They wouldn't be themselves without it.

Conversely, part of what drives them to grow as people is Bakugou being honest and letting go of…  

THE MASK HE MADE!

Perfectionism, control, and the persona he created...

There’s the way that Bakugou is and the way he wants to believe he is.

Most of fans think of bkg as the person he wants to believe he is. This fake version of him is undeniably strong, laughs in the face of danger and hurdles, is mean without regard because he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, and knows EXACTLY what he wants.

Let’s talk about the mask I made which I'm just starting to let go of.

I’ve run away two times in my life. Once when I was 12 because I hated my life, and the other time when I was 17 and wanted to make my dad angry and worried. Both of them had to do with fear, anger, pride, and shame. But both were done to break away from the mask I made. 

The first time was done because I was scared I’d be stuck with my Mom and siblings forever, always taking care of everyone and managing all the emotions in the house. I was angry that it was all my job and I had to do it all alone. I was an idiot to think I could handle the world alone as a runaway but I was impulsive and stupid. I wanted to be seen as a loose canon. Too often – and because I had gone out of my way to be seen as such, I was seen as dependable; like I could just keep taking the pressure and never crack. None of it was true. I was scared and weak and I was collapsing under the weight of my family’s problems. So I took everything and left. I just finally wanted my Mom to see that I wasn’t okay. In the end, it didn’t work, so I moved away from it to live with my Dad… Which caused its own set of issues.

The second time I ran away was the day of my high school graduation. I hardly got any days to celebrate myself. Including my birthdays, which were often excuses for my Mom and sibling to invite their own friends over. Once my birthday was forgotten all together. All that to say, I was excited to have a day for myself. As I’m sure you can guess, the day didn’t go as planned and I was sidelined for the entirety of it. When I finally got home, I went to vent to my Dad about it which didn’t go well. To summarize, he told me I was pathetic and dramatic. So I was like “Fine. Clearly no one here gives a shit about me. I’ll just leave without a word.” So I left the house, called a friend for a sleeping bag, and set up shop between a garage and some train tracks for a night.

My intentions are still a bit unclear to me, but from what I remember, It was fear that I truly wasn’t cared about, anger for all that I had lost in order to protect the mask, and shame that I thought they’d care; as well as the fact that I was hurt by how little they cared. Above all, I wanted to make my family feel bad for pushing me to the point that I thought that running away would be the only thing that got to them. It didn't. I came home the next day and no one said anything.

I had given so much energy trying to be steadfast, confident, strong, but on the two occasions I had broken those patterns no one noticed or even really cared. It put me in a weird position. Was I just supposed to give up on those things? Live my life in accordance with my true feelings? It seemed nothing mattered and in the end I did little to change.

Change I certainly did though. I gave up trying to be emotional support for my parents. I started to voice my true feelings a bit (only a little bit) more often. I even stopped trying to act any specific way in front of my family. 

Despite all that change, however minor in outward appearance, It’s not like I had let go of those values. I just reevaluated how I interacted with them. I'm still steadfast, I know what I want for my life and plan on letting nothing get in the way. I’m confident that what I’m doing will be best for me, instead of good for maintaining a persona of strength, and now I try to put the anger into standing up for myself and my truth. 

In all honesty, It’ll never stop hurting me that no one cared when I tried to show them the truth about how I felt. And I’m not sure I’ll ever stop being embarrassed that I care what they think. I still want to believe that I’m above everyone and above feeling sorry for myself, but I’m not. I’m a hurt kid who’s slowly figuring out how to live with it and become a better person.

The best parallel I can pull here is Deku vs. Kacchan 2. Bakugou’s been holding a lot of feelings in for a very long time and a huge part of his mask is hiding his true feelings. It’s true that he shows anger, but that’s part of his mask, not a crack in it. During this whole scene he’s using anger to cover up his pain and self-doubt. Just the fact that it’s a fight instead of a conversation proves this. 

Bakugou choosing to have this fight was a call for help. He needed Izuku and All Might to see that he wasn’t holding it together as well as they thought he was. This was like me running away in that it was a drastic, desperate attempt to escape the mask all while giving himself enough leeway to come back to it if he felt too vulnerable with his newfound freedom.

As a side note, I think that Bakugou sees maintaining his mask in front of Izuku as most important. To the point where he'll let himself get hurt/hurt people he normally wouldn't want to in order to keep up the performance. Izuku is the last person he wants to let see all the vulnerabilities and if getting beat to shit/spewing the most hateful things he could think of will make sure Izuku never sees them, then it's what bkg must do. (which is why the impalement and apology are so important to bkg letting his walls down)

In MHA, as well as in my life, leaving behind the persona you made takes a long time and a lot of baby steps. It’s humiliating and terrifying. I’m not sure if all of you quite understand the amount of trust Bakugou is putting in Izuku following DvK2. To Bakugou, he felt like he had bore his soul to Izuku with the intention of marking this as the beginning of his attempt to become better – as a hero AND a person. 

I see DvK2 as the first major step they took together towards reconciliation, friendship, and eventually, love.

IN CONCLUSION 

Bakugou made a loud and abrasive personality to hide his insecurities and fear. While he tried his best to maintain it, it became an impossible feat once he finally had to face that he wasn’t as strong as he thought. His rigidity, once his superpower, became is downfall. He used his fight with Izuku to break from the persona he trapped himself in, and in taking his first step away from his mask, he started a new journey to become a better person for himself and for Izuku.

TL;DR

I used personal, embarrassing stories that reminded me of Bakugou in order to pull back the curtains and try to make sense of the way Bakugou behaves in a way that's less dramatic and hopefully easier to relate to. The reason he's bitchy is that he’s a bit delusional. But me too bitch. I hope you all see him as a bit more relatable now :)

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This was the first of ~4 character analyses, as I want to cover what Bakugou and Izuku would need to change about themselves in order for them to fall in love with each other. As it stands, there’s very little the people in the stories I used as reference could do to make me respect them enough to consider an actual friendship with them, much less love. I’ll have to do a lot of speculation once I get there (which you’ll be able to read here once I’ve written them), but it’s the best I could do, seeing as I didn’t know these people well or long enough to have stories to speak confidently of in the following analyses.

[thesamoanqueen]

you should know that he was wrong you say you love the twins but you only love Roman

I would defend that man even against myself, dont try me An.

However, seriously speaking, this time he's totally and undoubtedly right. I won't talk about Sami (and he's right even there), not even poor Jey, but Jimmy… y'all are out there saying that he abused Jimmy, that Jimmy has been through all these years…

The boy played the tough guy for two SDs after his return, then began to understand that Roman had found a way to take control of the roster, that his cousin was able to give them everything, and everything all of a sudden was perfect, his cousin? The big Uce! Best in the world! Thanks God we have the Tribal Chief! Cousin? What cousin? We like brothers!

Up until two weeks ago, while Jey was still struggling for all the family problems, he was happy to get on the jet and go eat free. Two pushes were enough for him to snap and that's fine, everyone has their tolerance threshold, but his is even lower than Roman's and he has no right to speak of respect.

His cousin showed him more respect than both him and his brother, when Roman lost WM34. After that night Roman was pushed away from all the family, let's remember that and through it all, Roman stood by and watched and waited and warned, for a month before he said anything about the twins defeat at WM39. And in that moment, what was Jimmy's reaction? LAUGH. Your cousin is the undisputed champion, he tries to keep control over an entire roster, always pushing the whole family and you not only put him in a difficult position, it can happen, but when he points it out to you, you laugh.

The attempted help during NOC was clearly a Jey's idea (Jimmy had muttered that he was out a week before). Ends badly, Roman is clearly pissed, he risks a DQ during his 1,000th title day, in front of thousands of people, sees his cousin/tag partner hit, tells you to get out and you kick him in the head because he pushes you away, when he had told you to stay at home?! And not only do you blame Roman, who's obviously right, but in front of those same thousands of people, you repeatedly call your brother weak and when he tries to be the bigger person, to keep your family together like you tried to do before with those silly giggles and jokes, you drag him away and also tell him that the one you hit is worthless, no one, he's just your cousin, not a brother. When, on the other hand, your other biological brother is lying on the ground, left to himself and the only one who checks on him in the middle of the chaos is Heyman.

I still love Jimmy. I love Jey and I know that in the storyline Roman treats them harshly, but in the same storyline, Roman is the one who give them the undisputed tag-team titles, the one who provided for them in the first place and put them in a position where no others tagteam has ever been. But in the same storyline Jimmy doesn't deserve the slightest excuse. He's not the victim of anything but two slaps and considering Roman was the one slapping him, I'm surprised his head is still attached to his neck.

Its just my opinion and I have no intention to sell it around, so please dont try to bring me on your side. I've an unpopular opinion clearly, but that's it. Is just a storyline, everyone should watch wrestling like we watch a movie, enjoy the story, enjoy the actors, enjoy whatever you want and then go out of the teather. They all good with each others in real life and Im good too. Hope you same An.

[spiceynoodls]

Okay so like, Mystery Inc. is a club they started in middle school when Shaggy moved into Coolsville. They originally just read mystery novels and talked about famous mysteries and stuff, but when they got in high school they started solving mysteries. They’re around 16-18 (Shaggy being the youngest and Fred being the oldest).

They have sleepovers all the time, to the point where Daphne has clothes for all of them at her house, and they’ll jump between everyone’s houses all the time. They all call Shaggy’s grandma “Gran” and she helps them with schoolwork.

Daphne is mega rich, and super popular. She knows everyone at school and most people in town because her parents are both very social, and she takes after them. They have most meetings in her bedroom with Little Bites and Pepsi, provided by Shaggy & Fred. Daphne is super kind to everyone and strongly believes that everyone should be treated with the same respect, but she doesn’t tolerate bullying and will stand up for anyone. She likes to do Shaggy’s hair because she has trouble doing her own and Velma’s is too short to do much. She paints Velma’s nails, though.

Velma lives with her dad, and she spends most of her time either with him or Daphne. They’ve been best friends since the third grade when Daphne gave Velma a pudding cup after she tripped and scraped her knee. She’s a mega nerd when it comes to ghosts, even though she’s dead afraid of them. Velma gets annoyed easily, but she’s never mean. She’s very picky, only Daphne can get her to try new foods, and Velma usually loves them. Velma’s the only person who gets to make fun of her friends, and she has gotten in a fist fight because some kid made fun of Fred for saying he liked Taylor Swift.

Shaggy is the most pure innocent child ever, he can do no wrong. He’s good at doing things accidentally. Secret passage? Found. Spooky riddle? Solved. Multiple choice quiz he didn’t study for? Aced. He somehow always has food, and is an expert is all things mysterious. He has a backpack that has the most random stuff in it. Velma will be like “If only I had this random thing.” And Shaggy will pull it out like “This random thing?” Scooby is his new puppy he just loves so much, and he brings Scooby everywhere- except school, for obvious reasons- and Scooby is surprisingly well trained. He moved to Coolsville in the seventh grade right next door to Fred and across the street from Daphne. He and Fred are like brothers, they’re always together and aren’t shy when it comes to showing affection for one another. Even without a job, Shaggy always has spending money. Nobody knows how.

Fred, the aromantic king, chugs the respect woman juice, treats everyone he meets with respect, respects his friends boundaries like no man ever has. He’s a straight-A honor roll student with way too much free time. He’s not really educated when it comes to ghosts and ghouls, but he loves watching Velma and Shaggy launch into monologues about all the spooky things. He’s known Daphne since they were both babies, since their parents are friends. Fred can make a MEAN potato casserole, and cleans for fun. FOR. FUN. As the only Mystery Inc. member with a license, Fred is everyone’s personal driver and often does fast-food runs for the gang. Everyone insists on paying for the food and the gas, even though Fred feels like he doesn’t need them to. He appreciates the gesture, though.

Okay feel free to judge me harshly because I threw this together just now in the past 15 minutes. Have a good day/night!

Scooby Dooby Doo!

[cultofdixon]

Safe Place

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • 1. Holding their hands when they are shaking. • SFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks / PTSD

First night in the prison after it’s infusion of more people

Too many people

We don’t know what they could do…

“Y/N?” Glenn calls out for them seeing their attention on their hands draw back to him. “Did you hear anything I said?”

“Fuck, sorry…no I didn’t. Can you Uhm repeat it”

“Are you feeling alright?” Hershel asks Y/N gently taking their wrist in hand checking their heart rate. “Anxious?”

“I’m fine I just need to be told what he said a second time and then I can go on the run later. I’ll be fine. Promise” Y/N retracts a bit too harshly for Hershel’s liking, given he’s starting to worry for his friend.

The interaction didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the council, especially Daryl. He knows something is wrong as does the others but he also knows what could be the cause of it.

When they found Y/N…they were beaten, bruised, and had chain marks from being restrained for so long. They were used as bait for walkers but when he and Rick found them, they didn’t exactly know if that was the only reason. It took them a few weeks with the group to give a little and that was only toward the original prison group. They helped with every aspect of the prison as a form of a thank you and repaying for their debt even if they are now part of this “family”. But Daryl noticed when too many people got too close or every time one of them mentions about bringing in new people, they would shut down and try to get out of the conversation that they know they have zero say in.

They are afraid of them might tie them down again. Treat them like an animal, instead of a friend.

“I’ll inform’em after this. Move onto other business” Daryl interrupts their questioning toward Y/N and they immediately relaxed as the conversation moves onto night shifts in the guard towers.

When the run came around, Y/N found themselves sweeping a room of walkers so that they could scavenge what the building has. But before they could call for the others, Daryl caught them off guard resulting in the poor bowman getting socked in the nose.

“FUCKIN SHIT—-“

“Sorry Daryl! Jesus I’m fucking sorry I didn’t—-“

“Shut it. Just shut it” Daryl groans holding his nose for a moment as Y/N retracted into themselves giving him some space and once the others joined after hearing him yell, they slipped out of the building.

“What happened to you?” Glenn questions watching Daryl shake his head waving him off. “Did Y/N do it? You gotta stop with the whole quiet approach man. I think we’ve all learned the hard way”

“Just. You now shut it” Daryl scrunches his face a bit adjusting to the pain in his face.

“Did they run off?” Sasha questions the two given that their small conversation gave Y/N the opportunity to leave the building. “Fucking hell. We pick somebody who’s a walking disaster to come with us. Should’ve asked Tyreese to come”

“Can it, Sasha” Daryl was starting to get annoyed as he left the two to handle taking from the building so he could look for Y/N.

________

“Daryl”

“What?”

“I need yea to do me a favor. Or well. A certain someone a favor” Hershel pulls the archer away from the group that was setting up to make dinner. “Next run, I need yea to scavenge every place for sleeping pills. Or to make it easier lavender.”

“Havin’ trouble sleeping?”

“No, well. Given life’s gift of the undead, who could sleep” He laughs even if Daryl didn’t find it too funny. “Besides, not for me. Y/N just requested to be in a completely different cell block. Or hell. The other guard tower”

“Why? We’re safer in packs, even if yer daughter and Glenn—-“

“Stop” He held his hand up to shut up the now snickering individual. “They get night terrors and Rick asked me to check on them the best that I could and this is what could help”

“I’ll try, but yknow”

“Yeah. Hence lavender. Could make somethin’ out of it to help them out” He states about to head into the group when Daryl have a quick whistle to him to get his attention again.

“Keep an eye on’em when I’m out”

Hershel smirks watching Daryl glare immediately, making him laugh and the archer feel his face heat up.

________

“Y/N. I’m not mad” Daryl calls out in the open expecting them to not be far, and they weren’t. But he didn’t hesitate to drop the extra weight on him readying his weapon as he sprinted over to Y/N struggling to keep the walkers on them from biting and scratching.

Breathe

Come on

You’ll get them off

They won’t hurt you

It’s okay

It’s…

No

No it’s not

It’s not okay!

You didn’t deserve what happened to you and here you are struggling not to just give up.

The moment the walkers fell limp on Y/N caused them to stop breathing. Not because of the weight but for the fear that they died right then and there. But given by the arrows in their heads, Daryl saved them.

“Fuck yer alright, right?” He frowns pushing the walkers off and checking their person while helping them sit up against the car they drove out in with his bike. “Y/N?” He tried to get them to talk as they stared at their hands feeling their lungs constrict making them hyperventilate. “Hey hey Woah. Okay come on. You gotta breath with me” he did the exercises that Hershel taught him. Given that Daryl silently cares for Y/N and asked for tips from Hershel on how to help somebody with PTSD as bad as they got it.

“I-I…I’m dead. F-Fuck. Right? Y-You…y-…” Y/N frowns trying to take a deep breath and finally Daryl stopped thinking—just acted. He took their hands into his squeezing them tightly while pressing his forehead against theirs. “D…D-Daryl I’m…”

“Fine. You’re gonna be fine” Daryl reassures over and over until Y/N’s body slowly stopped shaking. “That’s it. You’ve got it. Breathe for me…” he frowns taking a deep breath watching them mimic him. The two kept breathing until Y/N felt tears rolling off their cheeks given they’ve calmed down after a bad episode. “Let’s getcha back. The two will be fine to finish up” he slowly rises to his feet helping them up feeling Y/N not let go of his hands for a moment. “Or wait a minute”

“C-Can we wait…”

“‘Course”

Y/N joined Daryl on his bike on the ride back to the prison. They didn’t want to leave without Glenn and Sasha so Daryl had them sit by the car letting them take a minute while he swept one more house before the group left.

Daryl found him trailing Y/N for the rest of the week after their episode. They didn’t mind the company either.

“Hey I gotcha some tea…with whatever Hershel made yea” Daryl states setting the cup down while pushing the watch tower door back all the way which rattled said cup. “Well shit” he didn’t think that through and some of the tea spilled but the small giggle to escape Y/N caught him off guard.

“It’s the thought that counts…” They took the cup from him to avoid anymore spillage. Daryl jumped up to sit in the entrance/exit of the tower. “Thank you”

“Mhm…” He sat there in silence watching Y/N drink what’s left of the tea as they look over to see him move his gaze quickly. “Run tomorrow?”

“…Uh I feel I should hang back for a few. Felt pretty useless there and well I did punch you..I-I’m still surprised you even helped me out after getting the walkers off…”

“Cuz I care for yea and swear it could’ve been worse. I’ve been shot before” He shrugs climbing into the tower completely and closing the tower door bringing himself hesitantly right beside them. “Couldn’t letcha suffer”

Y/N sets the cup down feeling the residual feeling from the run earlier catch back up with the shake of their hands. But they were more in control of it then…feeling safe with him.

“Give me these” Daryl took their hands into his once again by pulling them gently into his embrace holding their hands in front of them. He didn’t tighten his embrace or anything, didn’t want to freak them out.

But the way they relaxed against his chest holding his hands in theirs. Y/N couldn’t help the satisfied sigh to escape from them. The two of them didn’t part for the rest of the night and when Rick went to check on the two of them, they were sleeping in each other’s embrace.

Guess he’s their safe place.

[wonusite]

hey bestie, it's been a while. i hope your doing well and staying healthy. i miss you and i'm also excited for your upcoming fics. here's a wonwoo concept i suddenly think of when i watch a clip of an e-sports drama.

journalist!reader needs to interview e-sports player!wonwoo for her article about their university's e-sports club. but how did she ended up cockwarming him during the interview while he is practicing for a match? then she's whimpering his name everytime wonwoo bucked his hips up whenever the match goes intense, making the tip of his huge cock hitting her cervix. wonwoo eventually taking her to his bed to fuck her properly, telling her that she's his lucky charm he won the match while burying his cock even depeer in her tight cunt. filling her up with his huge load of cum as her prize for being his good girl.

-tulip🌷

hey, bb! i’ve missed you too and i hope this year has been treating u well so far! 🤍 ur really too sweet and i hope you like what is to come 🫰🏼

AND SHNSNSJBS STOP THIS IS A TOP TIER CONCEPT AND U KNOW I HAVE TO ELABORATE!!!

so wonwoo isn’t really keen on doing interviews bc he likes to lay low and go unnoticed, but when he sees a picture of who’s going to interview him (you), he’s absolutely done for and immediately agrees to do the interview.

so cut to where he insists that you meet him at his place for the interview and ur kind of like wtf? bc all the interviews you do are usually in a public setting. you only agree bc lowkey being alone w such a hot guy excites you. the interview goes smoothly until you get to the part where you ask about the calm disposition he always displays.

“people say nothing is capable of making you lose your cool during a match. would you agree?”

he gets a cocky smirk on his face. “yeah. in fact, i’ll prove it to you.”

you’re not really sure how or why you easily agreed to cockwarm him, but you’d like to think this is all for your article—in the name of professionalism, if you will. and damn it, if wonwoo isn’t proving what everyone says to be right. you’ve clenched down on him several times but all he does is bite his lip and smirk. not even when he’s close to losing does he show any visible reaction.

well, that’s not exactly right. he does buck his hips up into you, but you’re pretty sure he does it bc u whine and whimper into his neck every time his cock hits your sweet spot.

you find that wonwoo is very strict, skillfully swatting your thigh or ass every time you try to fuck urself on his cock. he tells you to be patient and at the end of his match, you’ll get rewarded. all you can do is pout and mewl into his neck. at least he lets u kiss and suck on his neck tho.

once he’s finished with possibly one of the best practices he’s ever had, he grips your hips and starts to fuck up into you roughly and harshly. all you can do is moan his name as his big cock fills you and hits the spongy spot inside you. all wonwoo is doing is telling you how you’re his lucky charm and how much of a good girl u r for staying still the entire time he was practicing. ofc you come and cream all over his cock at the words.

this triggers wonwoo’s own orgasm. he groans your name as his hot cum completely fills you. then this menace of a man surprises you by lifting you up and walking you over to his bed, using his cock to keep you plugged up w his cum the entire time. once he has you laid on his bed, he pulls out, groaning lowly when he sees your pretty pussy leaking with his essence.

wonwoo gently thumbs at ur messy cunt, smirking when you whimper his name. “don’t think we’re done yet, baby. i still have to reward you for being such a good girl.”

[museincarnate]

Despite the inconvenience that was brought upon Hakkona, Tazz's affirmation about the Saiyaness's proposed outfit brought her enough joy to completely set aside the rude couple's behavior. When the Luparian voiced the potential of confronting them, however, Hakkona was equally flustered and uneasy; not quite wanting to make a scene over it, while Tazz's care towards her was heartwarming. Before Hakkona could reciprocate any compliments to her best friend, however, the aforementioned events unfolding would cut their leisurely activities short.

Frantic screams and chaotic droves of people would threaten to trample over each other, and nearly drown out the very fire alarms that alerted the two muscular women just moments ago, by the time that Tazz and Hakkona had separated. Amidst the anarchy and turmoil, disbelief and self-preservation took its hold on the bystanders within the now burning shopping center; Tazz's voice serving as a beacon of sorts, as any infighting amongst the panicked crowd came to a halt.

Questions of the flames' hues and continued blazing despite the sprinklers dousing them would leave several mouths, as children called for their parents, and clung to Tazz's side, until she managed to reunite families, while evacuating them. Still, even with her efforts, the Luparian was then stuck in the middle of a large, moving crowd; its uniform and controlled exodus from the mall taking longer than one would find ideal.

Meanwhile...

On the upper floor, having left the interior of the only store that was left untouched by the culprit's fire, Hakkona's gaze darted around the entirety of the upper part of the shopping center; hoping to catch a glimpse of any sort of suspicious characters on the premises, given that most others had followed Tazz's guidance, and avoided the flames.

"Hey! Show yourself, if you're going to pull some bullshit stunt like this!" Taunting whoever was responsible for the cyan flames, Hakkona's previous, timid demeanor had shed itself in favor of something resembling her father's own, more stern one; a slightly humanoid shape in the blaze seemingly moving, before emerging from the blaze.

"Where was this attitude a minute ago? You sure seemed fine with letting two people treat you like trash. And yet... Here you are, standing your ground, because... What? Your peaceful little outing was interrupted?" Seared flesh riddled the face and arms of the perpetrator, as he seemed to harshly judge the Saiyaness; his narrow gaze locked almost coldly onto the Buff Gal before him. Chastising her, his voice was otherwise calm... Nonchalant, even, before his next words were laced with frustration and disdain for the woman. "People like you make me sick."

Was... This guy stalking Tazz and Hakkona, prior to his act of setting the entire mall ablaze? So many questions raced through the Saiyaness's mind, as a hoarse voice left this scorched man before her, while his tail only seemed to connect the two by race, and nothing more. His blue oculars were almost chilling to stare back into, yet the Buff Gal persisted, while only occasionally shifting her gaze to the rest of his form, in case he went on the offensive. What could she even say, when the Saiyan male came out of nowhere, and seemed to have a personal problem with the daughter of Torno.

"I'm standing my ground, because you're putting a ton of lives at risk! Who gives a shit about how I respond to someone bumping into me?" Despite the heated conversation between them, Hakkona didn't quite seem to understand what the other's problem was; ignoring the fact, for the moment, that he was watching her earlier. "What the hell do you mean, people like me? You're a Saiyan too, from the looks of it, and-"

Before Hakkona could finish, the Scorched Saiyan's arm was set alight by his own blue energy, before he sent it towards her in a wave-like motion; causing the Saiyaness to react, and try to avoid him. She'd get her response to his question, but it was clear that her foe had heard enough; whatever reasons he had for his actions seemingly becoming justified by the Buff Gal's own words and lifestyle.

"Saiyans are warriors! From birth, we're judged by our power, and the weak are cast aside, even left to die for how useless their own race sees them! Saiyans don't live peaceful, complacent fucking lives! That's what makes me sick, about people like you!" Impassioned, the man's previous, neutral demeanor had quickly given way to one of malice, as the flames around the entire shopping center grew hotter, as if they responded to his emotional changes.

Whatever peace that Torno and Shuen had earned for their loved ones, over the last year... Had suddenly come to an end, from the moment that the Scorched Saiyan revealed himself; threatening the lives of those who had nothing to do with his ambitions or prejudices, while the true source of his ire, or someone fitting the description, stood before him. A confrontation had begun, while the backdrop for its occurrence was nothing but hellfire!

Tazz's half-joke would be so quickly met with genuine excitement, that the Buff Gal pumped her fists with certainty; a fire in her heart almost comically growing, at the thought of both of them getting looks of admiration and intrigue, despite the Saiyaness's own social timidity. As for Hakkona, herself, her own outfits were few and far between; her violet and reddish outfit that her father had gifted her, most likely, serving as her only consistent outfit. Given her own muscular physique, she only felt comfortable in sports bras, bland tanktops, and yoga pants, if not loose-fitting jeans and other apparel. "Yeah, let's knock 'em dead, with whatever we buy!"

Once the Luparian had managed to ward off the employee, the Buff Gal would manage to let out a relieved sigh of sorts; her tensed up frame loosening almost immediately, while her tail wagged just as giddily as before. Hakkona didn't quite say a thank you to Tazz for her help, but the blissful smile on her visage was certainly a sign of her gratitude, towards the other woman. Simultaneously to the Luparian's own perusal and gazing at how outfits would look on her, the Saiyaness was doing the same, with a few crop tops, as well as a combat top that doubled as a comfortable bra, of sorts; its yellow hue standing out, as Hakkona held it up to herself.

"All of those look really cute, Tazz!" She'd offer, before she nodded in agreement with the Luparian's comment about the store's variety. "I think I like this top, and... Maybe that pair of cargo pa-"

Suddenly, a large male and his girlfriend had shoulder-checked the Saiyaness; her unawareness of their presence causing her balance to be thrown off, when it would have otherwise remained stable, and caused the perpetrators to be pushed back. With her equilibrium thrown off, from behind, the Buff Gal would drop the aforementioned articles of clothing that she wanted to show Tazz, while she was slightly hunched forward; registering what had just happened, while a sarcastic "oops" left the passing couple, as they were exiting the store.

Not wanting any confrontation, since her social awkwardness overpowered her personal pride, the Buff Gal would eek out a response, before straightening up and picking up the clothes. "N-No worries! No harm done, promise!" She'd return her gaze to Tazz thereafter, and attempted to show her the outfit against the Saiyaness's own frame, with a genuine smile etched on her features.

Across the upper floor, however...

The hooded figure had seen and heard enough, from that brief confrontation... If one could even call it that. Removing his hands from his hoodie pockets, blue, flame-like energy would erupt from his palm, as he set the nearest store ablaze; subtly setting something small ablaze, so that the fire would spread, and keep his whereabouts relatively unknown. From there, he would work his way around the rest of the upper floor, almost immediately causing multiple fire alarms to go off, while any sprinklers failed to put out his cyan hellfire. Once most of the upper floor was properly burning, he'd do the same to the lower floor; causing mass hysteria, while he purposefully avoided blocking any exits, for reasons only he knew.

Just as Tazz was likely giving her opinion on Hakkona's proposed outfit, the smell of smoke and the sounds of multiple stores' fire alarms going off would shift Hakkona's demeanor entirely; dropping the clothing items on the floor again, and glaring at the Luparian. "Something's not right here, Tazz... Get as many people out of here as you can, okay? I won't be far behind, I promise!"

Once Tazz and Hakkona had settled on their courses of action, however, the now unhooded male, obscured by the flames around him in all directions, made his way towards the Saiyaness's location... To meet her alone, while her friend left to deal with the bystanders; a tail of his own swaying from side to side, while others ran past him, totally unaware of a man literally walking through the cyan hellfire, towards the only store that hadn't been touched.

[erodasfishtacos]

Take a Hike

Prompt: When Harry and Y/N take the baby for a hike and end up being followed by fans.

word count: 2.2 k

contains: language, sexual content

Harry was furious. He just wanted to go on a hike  - like a normal family on a warm June day in a beautiful foreign country.

You were currently in Madrid - on Harry’s European leg of the tour.

While Harry had been doing press - you and Sasha had taken to the hotel pool where she could splash and enjoy the water all day.

It wasn’t without a eagle-eyed security guard who lurked in the background for shady characters and overzealous fans.

Fans - they wanted picture with you because you were Harry Styles’ wife. Not inherently famous on your own.

It was a bit odd, but you didn’t mind occasionally stopping to snap a pic with a excited fans. 

However, when you and Harry were out with the baby - it was completely off limits. Neither Harry nor you would stop for fans and paparazzi if you were toting around your little love.

She didn’t like the crowds and shouts that came along with swarms of people. She would slap her little hands over her ears, dig her face into her parent’s neck, and whimper.

Harry had always been protective of you when it came to these situations. One of the major downfalls of being so famous.

Harry had nearly gotten arrested when a clumsy pap had nearly push you over while you were eight months along. 

**

You and Harry had loaded up all the necessities for the five-mile hike on one of the trails right outside the city.

Sasha had a generous amount of sunscreen on and a little hat to protect her face. She refused to wear the sunglasses.

Harry had a pack for her - so you helped him load your two-year-old onto his back. He knew it was going to ache like a motherfucker but she was a bit too heavy for you. You opted for the backpack with everything in it.

The trail was semi-busy. Both of you donned sunglasses and hats to attempt to disguise yourselves a little bit.

Harry had even pulled on a hoodie - despite the heat - to cover his very recognizable tattoos.

You made it the two and a half miles in without any interruptions. 

Sasha falling asleep halfway through the trek with her cheek smushed against her father’s shoulder blade.

You snapped a few pictures in front of the waterfalls and beautiful rock structures. But you had decided not to wake your daughter from her nap.

You and Harry had taken an obligatory kissing selfie that would likely be your new Lock Screen. 

You both had made the mistake of taking off your sunglasses for the picture because you can hear muted whispers from other tourists.

“Is that fucking Harry Styles?”

“Yes. Oh my god! That’s his wife and baby!”

“Snap a video, Emilia!”

Harry’s noticeable tenses as he slides his sunglasses back onto his nose. Protective papa bear was in full-force around strangers who knew who he was.

The most important thing in Harry’s mind was his family’s safety.

“Let’s go, lovie,” Harry murmurs softly. His British accent surely giving him away if they heard it.

You nod anxiously - pointedly not making eye contact with the fans and small group that was gathering.

As you begin the journey back down the small mountain - you notice the group trailing behind you. Following you guys.

Jaw clenched, you want to scream at them to stop taking pictures of your sleeping baby. But you attempt to keep your cool.

It wasn’t more than ten teenage girls but it didn’t really matter who it was.

The girls are getting louder, more excited. When one of them squeals in joy of seeing her celebrity crush - who she had ticket for his concert tomorrow as did the rest of the group.

The noise startles the curly-haired baby on Harry’s back awake. She immediately starts crying - her hands coming to grip frantically in her fathers matching curls.

“Daddy,” Sasha sobs, grabbing at him as the girls keep snapping pictures and cooing.

Harry’s face is stone - attempting to keep his anger at bay. He was about to lose his shit and you couldn’t blame him.

He couldn’t always treat people with kindness.

“Down, want down,” she lisps, no longer wanting to be confined in her pack. It was also most likely time for a diaper change.

“Not right now, sweetheart. Please be good for mumma and I,” Harry rasps, reaching back to give her leg a comforting pat.

You look at your husband, “Please - let’s just try to make it out of here as soon as possible.”

Harry sighs, “I’m sorry, love.”

You brush his shoulder lightly, “it isn’t your fault people act this way. I just can’t stand when this happens around her.”

Harry’s slight smile from your reassurance turns into a glare when he realizes the nosy fans were trying to talk to his upset baby - who notably did not like strangers.

He’s quick to unstrap the toddler and shuffle her into your arms. You cradle her and turn you back away from the group. 

“Mumma, no cameras,” she whines, her words a little jumbled but you understood.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of it,” you coo assuringly. Her fingers finding their way into her mouth to soothe her.

Harry slides her carrier off his shoulders and tosses it next to your feet. He’s trailing over to the jumpy, overly-excited fans.

“Listen,” he states firmly, speaking loudly over their giggles, “y’need to stop following us and takin’ pictures. You’re scaring our baby.”

They chatter a bit, begging from picture and then they promise they’ll leave us alone.

“Absolutely not,” Harry states, trying to stay level headed with these immature teens who adored him.

With that, he’s headed back to you guys. The girls shouting unflattering things at him like “asshole” and “douchebag.”

He decided to ignore it and quickly allows you to strap the baby back into her carrier. His eyes study your face to make sure you’re alright and you give him a calm smile, squeezing at his bicep.

—- 

The girls trailed off after a few more minutes of following us. Harry hummed and sang a few nursery rhymes to Sasha to keep her calm but she was still fussy.

Back the hotel, Sasha was freshly bathed and laid down for a nap in the second bedroom. A baby monitor sat on the bathroom countertop as you two showered off the sweat and dirt.

Harry was still upset about the incident so you decided upon a good cuddle in a warm shower. His cheek was rested in the top of you head and his arms holding you to his wet chest.

“Just want to be normal - for one fuckin’ day,” he huffs with frustration.

“We had a totally normal, fun hike. It wasn’t ruined, I promise. It’s our reality so they’re is no use in being upset about it.”

Harry loved how level-headed you were to balance out his irrational, impulsive feelings and actions.

“You’re t’good to me, I love you.”

“At the end of the day, I knew what I was signing up for when you and I got married. I also knew when we had Sasha that paparazzi would still hound you.”

“Didn’t sign up to be harassed constantly though. I just feel so bad about it sometimes. It scares Sasha and it makes me feel like a bad father.”

You knew he was about to throw himself into a downward spiral if you didn’t distract him. 

“You know what else I signed up for when I married you?” I murmur into his neck, letting my lips ghost over his hammering pulse.

“Wha’s that?” He asks genuinely, a little slow on the uptake because of how deep in thought he was.

“That you would fuck me whenever I wanted,” you nearly purr, landing a not-so-gentle nip to the vein protruding on his neck.

“Is tha’ right? Put a ring on your finger and now I gotta give you my cock whenever you please?” He grunts at your teeth pinching his sensitive skin.

It’s amazing how it takes little to no effort to get this man in the mood.

“Mmm, if you want to be a good, dutiful husband,” you taunt - knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Am I not a good husband, pet? I fuck you any chance you let me. Give it to you anytime time you wan’ it. You know that.”

His hand is tugging your thigh up roughly, making your centers align with delicious pressure as he slips right between your folds.

“Harry,” Y/N groans, your head falling down to watch where he’s teasingly grinding his cock against your entrance and clit.

“Want me t’put it in, love?” He drawls like he has all the time in the world. The water pelting on his back making him pink.

“Ple-please,” you choke out, nipples harden against his chest even in the warmth of the shower. Sensitive with every brush against his smooth pecs. 

“You know what else you signed up for when y’married me?” He asks, his voice as deep and smooth as honey.

“What?” I reply, whining each time he teases at pushing in.

“That when you beg for my prick - you’ll be a good girl and take it.” 

With that, he’s thrusting up into you with full force. His sharp hipbones meeting the plushy, soft skin of yours.

“Ooh, oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, wrapping an arm around his neck as he presses brushing marks into your thigh where he’s holding you for leverage.

“C’mon, you can take it,” your husband goads, relentlessly hitting the spot that send licks of flames of your spine.

Your legs are feeling weak with how hard he’s pounding into you. He is so intuned with your body that he moves his hands to you backside.

He lifts you up easily, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his presses you back into the cold tile wall. 

He was so fucking good. How’d you manage to marry him? Unexplainable. 

“Am I good husband? Fuck you well enough?” He hisses against your open mouth as you pant heavily.

“So so good, H. Best husband ever,” you whimper, welcoming the friction from his pelvis against your swollen bud.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs happily, “I think you deserve to come”

You throw your head back as he speeds up, fingers reaching to flick at your nerves - just on the right side of painful.

It’s just what you needed to climax. He always somehow knew what you needed. His fingers are consistent as he lets you ride it out.

It is only a few more rough thrusts before he’s cursing and coming as well. His hand grasping harshly at your jaw to bring you into a searing kiss.

“Never gonna get sick of watchin’ you come on my cock,” he chuckles, carefully placing your feet back on the ground but keeping a tight hold of your hips.

You lean in to give him a quick but meaningful kiss before going about cleaning your body again after the mess you two created. 

It takes a little longer than necessarily due to you constantly having to bat his wandering hands away from your body.

—-

It dark out now, the city of Madrid illuminated through the large windows of the high-rise hotel.

Sasha was exhausted after the hike and full day at the pool - despite napping twice. She was always out like a light around eight-thirty

You were tightly tucked into Harry’s side, head resting on his shoulder. Your eyes becoming bleary from drowsiness. 

Your toddler was sprawled out on Harry’s chest, fast asleep with one of your husband’s large hands resting on her back. 

Harry was scrolling aimlessly through his phone when he chuckle softly, handing you his mobile to see what was on the screen.

It was a video-recording of an Instagram Live. 

The video forwarded by Jeff. The volume low to not disturb your daughter.

It was a teenager girl who looks unpleasantly familiar.

“Um - yeah. So we saw him and we were hiking freaking out. ‘Cause like we’re going to his concert tomorrow.”

Then girls eyes flick to the commenters to answer questions.

“He had his baby. His wife was there too.”

“No, so he was so unfriendly! He flipped out because we wanted an autograph!”

The girl was mimicking Harry’s thick accent, “when we asked for a picture - he legit said ‘absolutely not.’”

I shake my head at the girl’s antics, “how dare you not take a photo. You’re such a dick.” You tease.

Harry smirks, taking the phone back and tossing it on the cushion. His hand rubbing gentle circles on his sleepy baby.

“None of tha’ matters,” Harry says softly, “I don’t care what anybody but you thinks ‘bout me. At the end of the day, as long as I have you and the bab - I’ll be happy.”

[vinnival]

hi there, I was wondering if I could get a madcom x reader thing? I want the main 3, tricky, and mag agent torture with a short, slightly chubby/thicc s/o, who draws and makes comics, and has s/h scars and stretch marks. And can they be wholesome/flirty themed? Thank you :)

yeas anon......... youre r very true......vvalid.....

so basically: hold gentle

HANK

i think the favorite thing this man likes to do with people shorter than him is just stand right up to them and look down directly into their eyes

this tall piece of shit likes the intimidation factor a lot

Definitely just lurks around you and watches you draw- starts by sitting across the room and watching you as you h7nch over your latest work

It's just his thing, let him do it

Sometimes he'll say random things that catch your attention, mostly random words rasped out that are vaguely related to your drawings

After enough time he just starts sitting by you and leaning harshly on your side, his weight nearly toppling you (from a seated position, as well)

I don't think you'd mind though

Maybe he'll end up laying his head in your lap someday because pillowe.... pilloow...

It's basically agreed by the entire fandom that when this man wants something (be it items, knowledge, or anything like that) he will be very persistent and will do anything to get it

So good luck trying to keep him from just laying on you because you're perfectly cuddle-able

Likes to trace over your s/h scars sometimes, he thinks they're wonderful symbols of how strong you are and how far you've come

Just straight up fuckin . covers ur mouth when you start pointing out how bad your stretch marks look, because let's be honest, stretch marks are wonderful n cute and it's okay to have them (coming from someone who has stretch marks!)

SANFORD

Baby boy just adores you wtf !!! wtf .

He treats you so fuckin wonderfully istg he just wants you 2 he happy w urself and will fully support you with almost anything (almost)

Kisses u a lot everywhere!!! Loves seeing you blush/get flustered because he knows you're happy when you do

Will probably lay in your lap while you draw and just stare at you, just enamored

My beloved !!!

World cold and hard, s/o soft and warm -both of u

I hc only Hank and Dei can purr, but if Sanford could, he definitely would purr SO much around u it's insane

DEIMOS

Would definitely show you off to other people

And brag about how he got so lucky

"my s/o is the coolest and most gorgeous s/o alive sorry guys I'm just right"

Likes dancing with you !!! And definitely loves just holding you whenever he can

He likes how soft you feel rhrgrrgrvr

Will also make little quality of life robots for u... a pencil sharpener gadget that can also function as an eraser, ink pen, AND paintbrush? Made, done, yes

Loves it when you laugh at his jokes it makes him feel SOOSOSO good

Your laugh in general just makes him AUGH (/pos

"You make my sketchbooks smell with your nasty cigarettes" "EY toots I'm trying my best"

Pokes you sometimes

Just likes to poke you

If you're ever cold he'd warm you up no problem !!!! Cuddle time

Likes that you're shorter than hiMSMDJFNFM

TRICKY

*slaps head of tricky* this mf can fit so much RELATE in it

I hc them to be chubby too !! He IS dead so they kinda bloated plus hofnarr being originally pretty chubby (imo) also adds to it

So it's just you two being happy and supporting each other all the time . .... .. omf... .. . . . . ... . ..

Endless compliments (some weirder than others but thats just the clowns way of showing love)

You also return compliments and every time you do he shakes a little more intensely with happiness

Would kill for you

HAS killed for u

No one disrespects clowns s/o

They love hugs so much so so so so much. PHYSICAL AFFECTION YESYES

when you draw it's all over the drawings, spilling out compliment after compliment

which in turn makes you flush bc it's brutally honest everyone knows this so their compliments are extremely genuine

Take this clown to any amusement park, entertainment attraction, anything like that, and they're head over heels x10

JUST SPOIL HIM they'll spoil u back x1000

MAG TORTURE

BIG MAN

hold u SO GENTLE

he loves u so much omf. your shape, your warmth, your personality, sends the giant WILD

purring like a tractor headass (lovingly)

He loves it when you gently pet his head n stuff, it feels nice

cannot keep his eyes off of you he just loves looking at you and can't express his love with words so

He just stares until you notice and look, and he does a little heart with his fingers :)

If anyone were to make fun of u OOPS pancake now

dadeng tor doesn't know anything about the flattened grunt in the right wing, must've been another MAG

Loves it when you bump your head against his, as we all know it's a kiss :)

PROTECTION MODE ALWAYS ON

GUESS who accidentally posted this I'll finish it babe dw dw dw

okay I did it I hope u liked it HSHDSN