#re destro is just... ugh to me as the other guys

[epickiya722]

Okay, I ranted about it in my tags of another post, but I'll say it here. And I know some of you ain't gonna like it.

The amount of hate Mei Mei gets is an example of how people can't actually handle complex and/or evil female characters.

Now before anyone says anything, I'm not saying you should like Mei Mei or you shouldn't hate her. Just really think about what I'm about to say next.

Do you hate Mei Mei because of her character (how she treats people, her personality, etc,)? Or do you hate her because she's a woman?

If it's the former, think about this and see if your answer changes.

Think about all the male characters you like that are complex and/or evil and why you like them. Did your answer change? In fact, do you like a male character worse than Mei Mei?

Now, here's the thing.

It's really odd to me that people will be like "we need more complex female characters" and yet when we get those female characters, the fandom acts like they shouldn't exist.

"Oh, she's a bitch."

"She should die."

"She deserves all the pain and suffering."

And yet, male characters who are just as bad or worse easily can get people glazing the hell out of them and dropping panties. Where is that same hating ass energy? Don't you want the male character to die, too?

That's an issue. Do you see the issue?

Still using Mei Mei as an example.

I doubt, I do, that Gege intends for people to like Mei Mei. Quite the opposite. The way her scenes are written and drawn makes me feel like the mangaka wants us to feel intimidated by her in a bad way. We're supposed to feel uncomfortable by her relationship with Ui Ui. We should feel some hate towards her.

However, not because she's a woman. It's because of her character. She's not written to be a good person.

This is going to sound awkward, but if you hate Mei Mei because she makes you uncomfortable gender be damned, then you're hating her right.

You hate her now just as you would if she was a man.

I'll use Sukuna for example for comparison. He does has his fans (as does Mei Mei), but he does have his haters.

However, it's not because he's a man. People don't hate him because he's a man.

It's because he's downright damn evil. He murders, he tortures, he uses and abuses, he doesn't care who you are he'll cut you down. The only person we know Sukuna actually never wants to kill and never shown any sort of annoyance to is Uraume. People say Gege is glazing Sukuna and are mad because it seems he keeps winning, but has no one stop to think THAT'S THE POINT?!

You're supposed to be frustrated that Sukuna is still around. Gege keeps throwing Sukuna in our faces to make the audience mad. Not to troll. It's how stories work. You should feel different emotions. Especially with bad people like Sukuna.

If Gege wanted us to sympathize with Sukuna, Sukuna would have been gotten his sad backstory. But no, when there was a chance for that (fight with Hajime), we get a line of Sukuna saying he was unwanted or whatever and him just brushing it off. That right there is a sign of an explicitly evil, unsympathetic villain. (We might get a sad backstory later, who knows, but I kinda doubt it.)

Now apply all that I just said about Sukuna to Mei Mei and rethink over this.

Do you hate Mei Mei because she's a woman or because she's a bad person?

To end, can you actually handle complex female characters? Can you hate a female character who is evil or ambiguously evil and/or complex because that's how the author may intended (or she just isn't your kind of character) and not because she's female?

[villxinmiixx]

Can you write about like, redestro and reader at a waterpark...it's just sounds so cute to me. Like reader pulling redestro around the park and wanting to try different slides with him.

I have been rereading your older posts alot lately. They just help me relax and feel happy in middle of a stress full week. I think i have said this many times but i'm gonna say it again. I Appreciate and love your posts and i think many others appreciate them too.❤️ I just wanna let you know that you can take your time writing and you don't have to stress about it at all. You are doing a great job. 👍 (sorry this got so long again) +(hope this made you feel loved or at least appreciated)

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﹫redestro (yotsubishi rikiya)

♡ gn! reader

♡ genre; fluff

♡ note; why are my followers so sweet i'm going to cry, also- sorry if it sucks i've never been to a waterpark before. 🧍🏻 ALSO SORRY THAT IT'S SHORT!!

you told redestro that it was kind of hot today and the perfect weather to go swimming, he agreed to book an entire waterpark, so no one can disturb you and a certain percentage of the mla members can join in too.

i think redestro never went to a waterpark before, but he did went swimming in his family's pool when he was younger. but never waterparks since he's too busy trying to help his family.

when redestro told the mla lieutenants, most of them kinda uh? sweat dropped at this? but at least your best friend (curious) agreed!

but the guys? two of them were hesitant but agreed to it since redestro did it, trumpet just shrugged and said sure. (ugh daddy always so fine and hot and for what smh)

when all of you arrived you realized that trumpet invited an amount of lower ranked members (with redestro's permission of course) so the park won't be so empty and awkward.

everyone went to the changing rooms that had their assigned gender on it while you went to the changing room that only had one toilet and for one person only, yk. those ones.

when you went out your swimsuit fit splendidly and looked good on you, curious was waving at you to let you know where they were, you quickly walked to them and complimented their swim wear.

geten was wearing a hoodie and trunks, curious was wearing a one piece, trumpet was wearing black trunks, skeptic was wearing a black shirt and swimming trunks, re destro was wearing regular ol' male shorts. you know for a fact geten and skeptic were not going on the water.

and you were right since you after redestro said "go have fun" both of them walked away to a sitting area.

you grabbed your lover's arm and started walking towards the slides and telling his how fun it would be.

everyone cooed and awed at both of you, telling themselves on how a happy and cute couple you were.

you picked the two-seater ride and asked redestro if it was okay for him and he agreed duh, why would he pass on an opportunity to unwind and be with his lover in a waterpark.

you got in on the front of the little boat and motioned rikiya to get on already, he gently went inside the small boat that can barely even fit your whole body and both of you started sliding down in an acceptable speed, when you reached the water both of you technically flipped upside down.

you popped your head out of the water and laughed saying you should both do it again, redestro just smiled at you in amusement.

after a few more sliding and almost drowning laughs you asked curious if she wanted to slide with you, she said yes immediately and both of you started running (in an appropriate speed so you wouldn't trip) towards the highest water slide, you almost fainted because of how high it was.

you locked arms with curious and slid down and technically flew to the water, when you were still underwater a pair of strong arms wrapped around your thighs(or)/waist(or)/ armpits and lifted you up only for you to realize it wasn't a pervert but it was your lover!

rikiya loudly laughed and you nudged his shoulder with your fist, while you were in a fit of giggles.

he dropped you and quickly nuzzled your neck with his face, you blushed when you heard the "ooh"s and "redestro and [last name] sitting in a tree! k-i-s-s-i-n-g!"

redestro laughed it off and asked you if you wanna go on a few other more slides but with a challenge, you reluctantly agreed and went to the water slides once again; he sat down on the top of the slide first and told you to wrap your legs around his torso.

you did as you were told and redestro did not waste any time, the moment you wrapped his torso with your legs he started sliding; you screamed.

while your lover wheezed, when both of you reached the end your legs unwrapped from his torso and you were non-seriously pissed at him.

"you scum! never do that again! 💢" you kept punching his shoulder as he kept on wheezing, til' both of you heard trumpet's voice saying "look out!" as a beach ball missed you by an inch.

you looked at the direction it once came from and geten was scolding skeptic for slamming the ball too far and almost hitting you.

your eyes lit up and asked them if you and redestro could join in the fun, they said sure and you started playing.

never have you known that all of you would be able to have fun together in a lifetime.

©𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐢𝐱𝐱 - 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[smol-and-trashy]

Botched Rescue (BnHA vore fic) 4/5

A/N: Hah, I kinda forgot to post this, sorry. I kind of hate this chapter, but it’s already been written and I’m too unmotivated to change it. Warning for Bakugou’s colorful vocabulary, mentions of digestion, and vomit. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please leave now! If not, enjoy :) 

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“WHERE THE HELL AM I AND WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE SHIT?” Bakugou’s arms flailed, unintentionally pushing Todoroki and Izuku off, and falling into the acids. When he popped back up, his ordinarily spiky hair had flattened, and he glared back at his classmates, seething. “Dumb-ku, you better tell me where the fuck we are.” The freckled hero in-training scratched the back of his neck, his best bet was breaking it to the blond slowly. “Well, we were shrunk by some villains, and we’re with Hawks.” “That bird brain hero? The hell is he, then?” Izuku smiled painfully, he knew Bakugou would not take the news well, and they were in such a tight space. Sweat beaded down his forehead, “Ah, did I say with him? I meant in him.”

That was all it took for Bakugou to crack. Several veins protruded from the feisty teen’s forehead and neck, his red eyes blazed with hate. “WHAT?!” Todoroki pulled Izuku back while the furious blond went haywire. He pulled his arms back and stepped forward, trying to release his quirk. His right eye twitched as his forehead was damp with sweat, among other things, but the sweat wasn’t getting converted into nitroglycerin. Fury getting the best of him, he whirled around, grabbing onto Izuku’s respirator mask, “You better tell me what the hell happened to my quirk, dumbass!” Izuku chuckled nervously in the other boy’s grasp, not bothering on struggling, “They put quirk suppressor anklets on us, not the league, a new organization they merged with. I think,” he pulled his body closer to Bakugou’s, whispering hoarsely as his speaking transcended into mutterings, “Shigaraki found out One for All’s true nature and connected two and two together. I was originally targeted, but they decided to take down the three of us like this to humiliate hero society. I’m not sure Hawks’ role in this other than he’s definitely aiding the villains as a mole, and once he betrays the heroes, Japan will crumble!” Izuku’s voice quivered at the end, voicing the gravity of their situation as a whole only terrified him further. They won’t only get digested, no, they will be a tool used to aid destruction to their society, civilians, and friends and families. Once people find out that the number 2 hero murdered three U.A. students in one of the most grotesque fashions, their faith in heroes will plummet. Whispers of who is truly a hero will run amok, vigilantes, and crimes will rise, and the villains will use that to their advantage to add their version of a nuclear bomb to the chaos. Shigaraki will get his wish, everything will be destroyed. “Let go of me!” Bakugou growled, pushing Izuku into the muck, “As if I’m gonna let that cheeky bird do that!” With that, he lurched himself at the nearest wall, forcing all his might forward to escape the bird-themed hero from the inside, “LET US OUT OF HERE, YOU SICK FUCK!” Bakugou shouted, banging on the stomach walls. ——- I should have 10-15 minutes to get them out relatively okay. he checked his phone, praying for a phone call from the commission or a sidekick to get him out of here, yeah, I gotta leave now. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his phone began to buzz. Thank god. Finally, I can leave. “Ah, that’s one of my sidekicks, they need me back on Shibuya,” he turned back at Re-Destro, “You guys still need me here?” Re-Destro stared at him for a good thirty seconds, his smile unwavering, “I suppose not.” he said simply, pivoting around and waving a hand behind him, “You’re free to leave. I knew we could count on you, Hawks.” The winged hero saluted and took off. Pushing the collar of his jacket forward and putting back on his headphones, he walked past the entrance of the Liberation Front’s hide-out, trying to act as if he hadn’t eaten three kids. He wondered if they knew of his deed, but from the lack of disgust on their faces, he doubted it. Most likely, only the inner circle of the PLF knew, and it made his stomach churn; of course, the people who would love to have his head the second he betrayed them would be made aware. He sucked in a breath, no time to sit idly thinking about it, Hawks spread his wings and launched into the air. ———— The students were thrown forward as Hawks took flight, suddenly feeling the lack of being on solid ground, relatively speaking. Coughing, the air was growing thinner. Izuku could barely keep his head above the growing liquid. Each time his head threatened to bob under the murky liquid, just reminded him how utterly helpless he was. He had to face cruel reality; if he looked at their chances, death was more than inevitable. Brute force, begging, and pleading, it was all for naught. Thoughts weighed heavily, he was letting All Might’s power go to waste, but what else could he do at this point? Suddenly, it dawned on him. If Hawks thought them to be dead, there could be a slim chance that he would let them out. It was highly idealistic and not the most probable of plans, but still better than just waiting to be digested like sitting ducks. Izuku moved, wincing as the juices splashed about, and faced his friends. “I think I have a plan, but—“ “Well, spit it out, why doncha?” Bakugou growled, and Izuku shoots him a look before finishing, “It’s just that, we have to pretend we’re dead. It’s… not the best idea, but it’s better than nothing.” “The hell? I’m not gonna sit back and let this bastard digest me alive!” “Kacchan! What else can we do? At this point, it’s either take a chance or sit back and do nothing.” “I say let’s do it,” Todoroki chimed in, and Bakugou glared at the other boy before finally giving in. “Fine, whatever. This better fucking work, Deku.” The boys sat still, holding breaths until necessary. The giant heart above thumped louder, more erratic, Izuku noted. I hope this works. ———————— Flying while uncomfortably full wasn’t something he regularly did, he grimaced in mid-air. Ugh, it feels like I gorged myself on 20 skewers of yakitori. His stomach groaned as if protesting the tiny occupants inside. Hawks frowned, the motion in his stomach had subdued considerably, but he ticked it off as the students merely chattering among themselves. Nothing to worry about, right? As he soared through the skies of south Honshu, he tried talking to them. Admittedly, it wasn’t one of his smartest ideas as he probably couldn’t even hear them with his headphones on and through fat and muscle; still, it was a small comfort to just know they were still alive. “Hey, you guys still with me?” He was met with the obvious silence, yet what worried him was that his gut was devoid of any movement. Hawks’ blood ran cold, he was able to feel them before, what changed? Oh, just the fact that they have been stewing in your stomach for the past 12 minutes. How much of dumb bird do you have to be to think that it wouldn’t affect them? “…Kids?” Still bleak silence. Waiting for a few beats, Hawks still felt nothing. Since they were weren’t outside his person, he wasn’t able to sense their breaths with his wings, and utilizing sonar with his feathers only worked if there was sound, which given the obvious lack of it, he was He blanched, pressing his fingertips to his belly, trying to feel for any sort of movement. No, no, no. They can’t be dead, I had to have calculated it right, I know I did. This—no, we’re almost to my apartment, they have to be okay. He swallowed thickly, what kind of hero am I if I killed three kids? It wouldn’t even be an accident, fuck, I knew exactly what I was doing, I knew they were inside me with potent acids the entire time. The next few minutes blurred as Hawks swoops down to the entrance of his apartment, fumbling with his keys before rushing in. Okay, how do I go about getting them out? Trash can? No, it’ll be difficult to find them. Toilet? What if they drown? Ah, a bowl? An eyebrow quirked, that could work. Hawks sprinted to the kitchen and grabbed a large mixing bowl, wasting no time, he rammed two fingers to the back of his throat and promptly expelled everything from his stomach. Hot bile scratched at his throat, and his wings stretched open, he groaned, they always did that when he was sick. Wiping the vomit from his lips, he peered down at the bowl, and his heart plummeted. Nothing. They weren’t inside the bowl. Shit.

[randomguywithwords]

As The Dust Settles: Chapter 8 (Dabi X Geten Slowburn)

Previous Chapters: 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

“Hey.” Dabi slammed the door behind him. Apocrypha didn’t turn around. 

“You have 10 seconds to leave my room.” Was her soft greeting. It wasn’t a growl nor a hiss, more of a polite threat, and that signified something Dabi couldn’t pinpoint. 

Dabi bit back a retort. If he hadn’t just talked with Dabi, he would have shot back with, “Or?” He leaned against the door. “Look, since we’re commanding this squad as equals,” He said, resisting a snort on the last word, “can we put a pause on this?” 

“I don’t believe in ceasefires. They only lead to betrayal.”

“I’m telling you, I’m not going to. Even if I wanted to, Shigaraki wouldn’t let me.” 

“Really?” She replied with sardonicism. “You mean to say your leader would favour me, an enemy-turned-ally, over you, one of his allies from before the merger?”

Ugh, when you put it like that...Dabi pulled his face with a groan. “He’s our –” He forced out the next word sourly. “Leader now.”

“Hm.” She turned around. “I find that hard to believe.”

“He’s still in the council room, if you need proof. Go ask him yourself.” Dabi jerked a thumb at the door. 

“I don’t want anything to do with your leader.”

Dear god. Dabi closed his eyes and took a breath. “Fine, all I came here is to tell you that I’m going to be looking through our squad. I have their information here. Would you like to join me or keep staring at the window?” 

“Do it here then. And you only need to tell me their Meta Abilities. I will know them.” 

“If you say so. I’m gonna sit down.” 

Receiving no reply, he muttered, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Plopping himself down on the sofa, he took out the papers in his pockets and read out, feeling quite stupid, but at least she wasn’t trying to impale him. 

“There’s only three we need to care about. The rest are cannon fodder. First up, some guy with a quirk called Ethershark.” 

“Charioteer,” Geten responded immediately. He’s decent, but he’s useless if his husk is attacked while he’s activating his quirk. Otherwise, he’s ideal for causing chaos and providing a distraction.” 

“Uh huh…” Dabi scanned the information on him. “So he summons a ghost shark and his body can’t move.” He whistled. “Sounds cool.” 

He heard Geten scoff, drawing his attention. She still was staring out the window. “Do you judge the efficacy of meta abilities based on how flashy they are? That’s a poor criteria.” 

“Lighten up, will you?” Dabi said, a flicker of anger passing over his expression. “Anyway, the second guy’s quirk is Gasoline.”

Geten made a noise — a noise so foreign and unnatural Dabi’s head shot up in alarm. It took him a brief moment, a click in his head, to realise that she was laughing. 

“Him? He’s one of the strongest ones in our squad?” She said, guffawing, bringing a hand to her mouth to stifle it, to little effect. “The standards have really fallen, haven’t they?” 

“It synergizes with my quirk very well. Maybe that’s why Shigaraki put him under me.” Dabi said the last sentence more to himself. Damn, he actually planned this decently. 

“I hope so,” She snorted, and it amazed Dabi that for once, she wasn’t the target of her disdain and hatred. “Otherwise, all he can do is make people slip, or if he actually managed to use one of his lit matches. Either way, I could easily defeat him.” 

“I’m sure you could,” Dabi humoured. 

“Stop with your sarcasm. It’s infuriating,” Geten shot with that emotionless voice of hers. 

“Stop with your hypocrisy. It’s infuriating,” Dabi replied, met with silence. Shit, is she going to –

“Whatever.” Was her dismissal. Dabi blinked. Is she really like this now? 

Then it hit him. Their fight. She thought she had lost. She thought he had fire left in him. She had no idea he had been equally powerless then. That means...hmm...

“Anyway,” He continued, trying to keep his voice passive as a smile crept over his face. “The last guy, his is called Beatdown.” 

“What?”

“What, what?”

“What’s his quirk?” She sounded bewildered.

“Beatdown. He has enhanced stamina and muscle strength. His nerves become more resistant to damage as he becomes more – Hey!” Dabi said indignantly as his paper was snatched from Geten, who scanned through it with wild eyes. 

“Is he one of yours? Another criminal?” She interrogated.

“No, he’s from your army. What’s the big deal?” Dabi leaned back on the sofa, annoyed. “Not like you guys aren’t always trying to hook new people in.” 

“This man. I don’t know him. I should. I know everyone.”

“What? All hundred thousand of you guys?” 

“Only the strong ones. It narrows the list by quite a bit. And this man, whoever he is, his ability is strong. I would have noticed it. Someone’s been hiding him, and...maybe more.” Geten ended the sentence mumbling to herself, her eyes gradually unfocusing. She dropped the paper onto his lap, heading towards the door. 

“Should I ask where you’re going?” Dabi said.

“No.” 

The door slams behind her, leaving Dabi alone in her room. He frowned, picking up the information sheet on the Beatdown guy. 

“Why’s she freaking out about that guy? Jeez…” Dabi studied his quirk for a while before deciding that it was an admittedly powerful quirk. 

He looked around the empty hotel room. Geten had been holed up here since the night after their victory over the Liberation Army, and while it was tidied up slightly, it was still messy. Her bed was a mattress on the floor, and Dabi thought about the room he had in Re-destro’s mansion. It was filthy with wealth, but if he got to exploit it, he wasn’t complaining. He wondered why Geten still stayed here. 

He stood up, surveying the room. He saw what looked like a notebook on the desk and snatched it. Flipping through the pages yellowed from age, he saw the first few pages filled with handwriting exercises. Messy scrawls that slowly straightened out into neat repetitive words meant for practices. Then, it was someone’s journal. Hers? Possibly. 

He sat down on the chair next to the desk and began to read. 

4/2/01 Thursday

Very tired. I spent the whole day training. I can separate an ice cube into two now. The Grand Commander said he wanted me to be able to split one into five by the end of the week. Hope I can do it. 

7/2/01 Sunday 

I disappointed the Grand Commander. He did that thing again. It hurts, but he told me he would stop once I could split an ice cube into 5 pieces. I can’t disappoint him again. I’ll make him proud. 

I tried to put some ice on the bruises and make them stay as cold as possible. Maybe this is also part of my training. 

Dabi slammed the journal on the table with shaking hands, and then slowly backed away. 

I’ll make you proud, father. I’ll make ice, and fire.

“Fuck,” He murmured. He repeated that word to himself over and over again as he left the room. Why’d you read it? Bad idea, very bad idea.

He scrambled to the bathroom. He plunged his hands into the sink and began to wash them. He wasn’t sure what he was scrubbing off. He gasped as the familiar pain latched onto his arms and bit. It was milder than usual, but it still hurt. 

Looking into the mirror once more, he saw more than himself now. He saw Touya Todoroki as a boy, a boy emboldened with a purpose to be the strongest Todoroki. At the same time, he saw a poor girl forced to do Re-destro’s bidding, till she...Dear god.

This sick, twisted army. 

Dabi hated them now more than ever.

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Btw, I’ve been cross-posting these to other sites, and they’re technically edited versions although I haven’t been actually doing that. But the edited versions are there, sort of. Every chapter here is the first draft.

My Ao3, Wattpad and FF.net are all under the same username: CompletelyAnonymous.

Story-wise, I really hope I didn’t make this reveal too early. Might regret this decision later on, but it’s a scene I’ve been wanting to write for a while because it’s a turning point in how Dabi views Geten. Also, uh, I’m no good at writing child abuse and it’s a touchy subject. Very sorry to those who take offense if the portrayal is not proper, and I’ll be willing to do the necessary further research and revisions.