#unprompted violence

[anxietyriddledsquid]

just started playing elden ring for the first time and THIS BITCH JUST CALLED ME MAIDENLESS

[tri98]

👎👎

I DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING THIS TIME. SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET BACK TO YOUR PLANT YAOI!!!!!

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

out of curiosity did the zombeh attack ever happen in this world? if so do any of them remember it or how would they feel about it? if not what would you believe would happen if so?

well...

one of my favorite things about eddsworld is how it uses the classic cartoon trope of everyone dying at the end of an episode and then being totally fine by the next one. fuck continuity!

the zombeh attacks definitely did happen. at some point. in some reality. i guess i would say, Edd, Tom, Matt, and Tord remember what happened in the eddisodes. outside of that...

they're not really sure.

Text:

Tord: Remember that zombie apocalypse?

Tom: No.

Matt: Ugh, don't remind me!

Edd: Oh, that was a BLAST!

Td: How did it... uh... end again?

Tm: Oh I have to be WAY drunker for this

SFX: FWOOM

[summergoodwife]

Gonna say it again, "Just stop consuming the genre" is THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE to someone complaining about the lack of representation in their preferred genre!! And "Consume other stuff too" is not much better!!! I don't care how much you think varying media consumption is a Good and Holy lifestyle, not everyone wants to do that! There is no obligation to do that and there should not be! Because it's fucking entertainment. It's not a college major.

And! And and and. I would be remiss to not point out that when you tell someone, "If you want well written (minority) just get out of (genre fandom)" you are, regardless of your motivations, rhetorically aligning yourself with the exact same bigots who just want the pro-representation crowd to shut up and go away.

[moongothic]

[yingren]

"...Do you ever wonder what would happen... if you were to be dropped into a black hole?" Jingliu does. It sounds like a fun science experiment. He likes science or some other nerd shit, doesn't he? (chews on ur askbox)

the answer lingers somewhere in the recesses of his mind, though he can’t quite grasp why she’s even asking. for a moment, he stays silent, contemplating whether this is one of her strange little tests or if her curiosity is genuine. eventually, he opts for a lighthearted response, delivering a joke with his trademark deadpan expression.

“ well, do you want to try ? you are quite small, i could easily toss you into one if that’s what you wish. ” 

[steamclouds]

can you tell more about voradras? what‘s his relationship with family members and how does he deal with meeting all the companions since I assume he got the whole everything on the surface is evil rhetoric at the academy too?✨

I already had a whole text written for this but forgot to save it so I'm typing everything out again rip

So the relationship with his family is barely existant, they might share the same House name and infernal-touched eyes but that's where it ends really. He has no relationship with matron and patron because he was raised by his sister Khaless, and spent most of his time either at the academy or later on patrolling the tunnels around Menzo. Though once he escapes, they desperately try to find him, as they lost both their House's future Weapon Master AND Lolth's favor in one night.

Meeting the companions is a bit more complicated, because at this point he's been on the surface for roughly 5 years and already went through a whole campaign. Those friends he made when he reached the surface were the ones who had to deal with a rather cocky exiled Voradras, because even though he often meant well and befriended them quickly, his personality was still rather off-putting at first (who can blame him really) and he had to unlearn a lot of the narrative he was being taught in Melee-Magthere and Arach-Tinilith.

At the point bg3 takes place, he's a wholly different person. And even though he went through quite a series of traumatic events right before he got scooped up by the Nautiloid (that's a can of worms for another time), he's nothing but kind to them and quickly takes up a leadership role in the group, always trying to mediate between the quarrelling party members. He's basically the least judgemental one of them all

[adureus]

Stares... and dumps Mythos in the rubbish bin. Where he belongs.

Ya well at least he's HOT GARBAGE!!!

[namelessprince]

WHY DID THEY DUNK SO HARD ON ARMOREDPHEASANT LMAO???

[hithergreenchapel]

Decided to peek at reels because you know, Florian has an Insta for art might as well poke around

Fucking car crash with a fucking plume of red mist within like 10 videos

Don't like that.

[gamereign]

They were sitting together; Yuugi in his lap with his arms around the other's slender waist. It was a moment for cuddling with one another after a long day of being away from each other. A hand carefully slips beneath the shorter's top, slender fingers idly grazing along skin as Atem leans in, pressing a kiss to his ear, "You're my good boy, you know." / Atem, whispering to Yuugi. asdfasdfasdf

     𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄     :       unprompted   /   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒     :       always   accepting     .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏     after  hours  of  productivity  that  felt  as  if  they     would  never  end     has  long  offered  yuugi  the  weightlessness  of    𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟  .     only  now ,     he  isn’t  just  coming  back  to  the  comfort  of  his  mother’s  cooking  and  his  quiet ,     cozy  bedroom ;     he’s  coming  home  to    𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗠  ;     to  the  solace  of  someone  who  knows  him  inside  out  and  loves  him  through  the  moon ,     across  all  the  stars ,     around  the  circumference  of  the  sun ,     and  right  back     𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏  𝒕𝒐  𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉  .     hence ,     home  feels    impossibly  more     like  home  now  that  they’re  reunited ,     and  though  their  bodies  have  been  separated  by  the  unspeakable  power  of    𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜     and  the  mystical  laws  of    𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑫𝑼𝑨𝑻  ,     it  only  feels  that  they’ve  become     closer  than  ever  before .

            yuugi  is  on  the  verge  of  slumber ,     at  the  intersection  of    𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆     &     𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕  𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕  ,     for  the  safety  he  finds  in  atem’s  embrace  soothes  him  like  a    sweet  lullaby     that  had  been  composed  just  for  him .     he’s  curled    𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩     into  atem’s  lap ,     fully  reclined  into  his  warmth  as  if  he’s  more  comfortable  than  any    piece  of  furniture     could  ever  hope  to  achieve ,     and  clad  in  an  oversized  sweater  that  belongs  to  one  or  both  of  them    (   they’re  so  used  to  sharing  clothes ,     given  that  they’d    𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗  𝗔  𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬     for  quite  a  while ,     that  yuugi  sometimes  loses  track  of  which  pieces  are  his  and  which  are  his  beloved’s    )  ,   leisurely  playing  a    𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝  𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞     while  atem  watches  over  his  shoulder .     it’s  a  more  relaxing ,    ‘    lifestyle    ’     title  which  doesn’t  offer  much  of  a  challenge  nor  require  a  whole  lot  of  brainpower ,     thus ,     it’s  perfect  for  moments  like  these ,     where  yuugi  is  more  focused  on    𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑’𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇     than  any  virtual  objective .

            he  isn’t  alarmed  when  the  comfortable  silence  they’d  been  enjoying  is  suddenly  interrupted  by  atem’s    𝑙𝑜𝑤  ,     𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒     ━━━━     at  least ,     not  until  he  processes    what  he’d  actually  just  said .   sleepy ,     lash -  curtained  eyes     𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄     all  of  a  sudden ,     fluttering  rapidly  like    𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔  𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈     while  his  face  gradually  dyes  a  vibrant  cerise .     his  fingers  freeze  over  the  buttons  of  his  handheld ,     and  his  lips  part  as  if  to  reply ,     but     𝗡𝗢  𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦  𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘  𝗢𝗨𝗧  .

            atem  is  doing  this  on  purpose .     yuugi     knows     he  is ,     given  how  the  arms  around  his  waist  seem  to  tighten ,    𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞  ,     though  it  isn’t  as  if  yuugi  would  ever  attempt  to  break  free ,     regardless .     his  flustered  heat  is    𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔  ,     rendering  him  something  like  a  space  heater  in  atem’s  lap    (   perhaps  perfect  for  this    𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗗  𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥  𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧    )  ,     and  though  he  starts  to  turn  his  head  as  much  as  he  can  to  make  eye  contact  from  this  angle ,     he  stops .     he  knows  how  smug  atem  must  look ,     and  the  sight  of  those    𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩  ,     𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     gazing  at  him  like  he’s  the    𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡  𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙  𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑦     he’d  ever  set  his  sights  on  would  only  surely  make  yuugi  burst  into  flames .     just     𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐓     already  turns  his  core  to  a  furnace .

             “     i  know  ,     ”     he  answers ,     voice  airy ,     head  as  light  as  a  helium  balloon .     it  should  be    𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  ,     how  much     that  petname     from    𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗘  𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦     affects  him ,     makes  him  want  to  beg  for  the  other  to    𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒  𝑖𝑡     by  rewarding  him  with  something  that  would  leave  him  blissfully  sore  the  morning  after ,     but ,     evidently ,     yuugi  isn’t  in  the  headspace  for    shame  .     beyond  that ,     as  if  he’d  been    𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  ,     he’s  no  longer  tired .    not  in  the  slightest .    “     you  tell  me  that  all  the  time  ,     ”    though  you  could  never  tell  me     𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉  .    “     but  you  usually     𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘  𝒎𝒆  ,     too     [     .  .  .     ]     and  i  think  i’ve  been  good  enough  to  deserve  it  .     ”

[avpdgirlfriend]

i have a clearer head now i guess but im still thinking about it and i keep tearing up (baby idiot) like im not even like upset about it i dont know why that keeps happening. anyways my uncle was saying something something about being strong and said he could pick up my brother, and then added he could throw my brother and i feel really bad that i had to stifle a laugh in that moment bc i didnt even think it was funny the moment he said it to me i thought it was fucked up and weird that he said that so i dont know why i fucking laughed!!! i feel so guilty over it like i genuinely did not think it was funnt at all it was an involuntary response and i dont know why

[apatheticsunday]

Dead Serious Oblivious Dating Trope

AKA "Damian thinks flirting/dating entails a lot more violence than the average person and Danny's confused as to why this vigilante keeps prepositioning him for battles" idea!

Okay, so, I know Damian went to live with Bruce when he was still a kid, 10 or something, but what if he joined the Batfam when he was older? Like imagine he's had an entire childhood and adolescence in the League of Assassins, so he's raised in this culture of being The Best (i.e., strongest fighter, intelligent and knowledgeable, etc.). And maybe the LoA typically follows the tradition of arranged marriages, but you may court someone if they're seen as an equal. Talia with Bruce, for example. And!! It's not courting like the "sweet serenading, fan-fluttering, going for a walk in a park with a chaperone" Bridgerton-type courting.

In the League of Assassins, you court by battling your intended's guardian to the death.

So, fast-forward to Damian learning how to assimilate into Gotham city culture. He still struggles to learn his place in the Batfam, but he's older and has a better grasp on his emotions; no trying to kill Tim, no constant threats of death and dismemberment, no jealously protecting the title of Heir. He's... kind of like Bruce actually. Damian is scarily competent, logical, and level-headed but super intense.

Danny, who's been living in Gotham for awhile and has gotten to know the Batfam fairly well, meets the newest addition while on patrol. Let's say he's still Phantom but cosplays as a Meta. Bruce let him stay in Gotham because he's a sucker for a black-haired, blue-eyed, abused kids.

Their introduction goes about as well as the Batfam expects. Damian is all business, only offering a quick nod and his name before returning his focus to patrol. Danny's maybe a bit taken aback but doesn't take it too personally since he'd already been given the rundown by Tim.

Damian and Danny end up patrolling together while Batman and Cass investigate some lead by the docks or something. Their night turns pretty badly when Clayface attacks. Damian ends up being the damsel in distress since he's only ever faced human enemies; even the deadliest opponents in the League could still be killed using swords or the usual combat weapons. Danny ends up using his powers to defeat Clayface before Batman can come back.

And then Danny goes home, content that he was able to let loose a little without Batman there to supervise him, and doesn't think about it after. Damian, however, is downright enamored because Danny was terrifying while fighting. His movements were lupine like a panther, a comfortability in his posture that spoke of decades in combat; his eyes turned Lazarus Pit green, chilling in its intensity. His skin took on a ghostly pallor and Damian could've sworn his teeth sharpened. He looked like a deity of War.

(Danny doesn't know this, of course; he was just happy to enjoy a really good fight since he hasn't unleased his Full Ghost powers in a long minute.)

A couple weeks pass and Danny's invited to a Wayne family dinner. Except when he shows up, Damian - who he thought he'd kind of bonded with since he'd literally saved the guy from Clayface - tries to kill him. Straight up: full assassin regalia, recently polished sword, genuinely throwing his all into the battle.

The Batfam try to intervene but Damian easily (and painfully, as Jason was flipped face-first into a table, Steph was stabbed, Dick broke his elbow) fought off. In the end, it was Danny who froze Damian and yelped a frazzled, "What the fuck, dude?" Bruce agreed to dethaw his son if he never, ever drew his sword at the dinner table again and explained why in the world he randomly attacked Danny unprompted.

Except Damian's response is to apologize and formally proposition Danny to a "battle to rights"... and the Batfam are all like, wtf?? What is that?? They're thinking maybe the rights to the Wayne inheritance, but Danny was never adopted by Bruce (he'd had enough of millionaires trying to adopt him so he'd politely declined all the Batfam's attempts to rope him into the family; Dick, Babs, and Jason of all people included).

The thing is that Danny's parents disowned him, he doesn't consider Vlad to be his guardian, and Jazz isn't really in the picture here. Bruce isn't considered his adopted father figure, either. So, Damian concluded the next reasonable course of action was to fight Danny for his right to marry him.

Cue months of hilarious misunderstandings where the Batfam try to keep Damian separated from Danny since he keeps trying to fight him... and worse, is that Damian loses every damn fight. Danny has non-human powers and endless knowledge of dead languages, cultures, space, history, etc. Damian likes him so, so much but he can't win the battle to rights and it's driving him insane!! He calls his mother to vent his frustrations and she only encourages him, tells him that he shouldn't want to marry someone he can beat so easily, that he picked his intended well.

It gets to the point where Damian's trying to use any and all knowledge of Danny's weaknesses. It just makes him more obsessed because there doesn't seem to be any (there are, but they aren't on Earth and/or are locked down in the Fenton Works labs, untraceable to anyone not in the GIW).

And Danny's just like, what the hell!! Why the hell is this guy targeting him over and over again? The worst part is that Damian is actually very intelligent and thoughtful - during their duels, they quip back and forth in ancient languages, discuss thought-proving topics, and when Danny beats him, they have a quiet moment to compliment each other's fighting styles. They discuss ancient history and art together. Damian is one of the few people who can actually match Danny's odd tidbits of random knowledge, as he'd been extensively educated while in the LoA.

Finally, Danny just asks, "Why do you keep trying to fight me?? Do you just hate me or something??" (He hopes not. Danny's starting to like Damian a bit too much, especially after their fights when Damian offers to cook him some of Alfred's most popular recipes. Danny's a terrible cook so he actually looks forward to having a surprisingly good meal, sans the attempted poisoning at times.)

And Damian just... stops. He's utterly flabbergasted and perhaps a little bit exasperated since it's been months of being unable to win the battle to rights. "Why would I request to court you if I hate you, habibi?"

Danny's like, "Huh???"

Damian explains how courting works in the LoA and why it's been on-sight ever since the Clayface fight. And everything just clicks for Danny!! He's also kind of... flattered? Like, he's never been wanted so badly that someone would fight to the death for him (Danny's just like "he's confused but he's got the spirit!" about the whole "if Danny doesn't have a guardian, I'll just fight him instead" logic).

So, he's like, "Of course, I'll date you!!"

It'd probably be an adjustment period since Damian's idea of a romantic date is watching his boyfriend go Full Ghost on supervillains. He'd just be heart-eyeing at him the entire time. And it's not like Danny's not having a good time!! He just expected there'd be more date-night activities and less patrol-night activities. So, Danny introduces Damian to more "regular" hobbies, like going to the zoo, movie nights, bookshop dates, etc.

(another side idea in my head is Damian introducing Danny to Talia and Ra's al Ghul, like, "This is Danny Fenton, my intended." But Danny is decked out in his Ghost King attire, crown included, and introduces himself as King of Infinite Realms, Space, and the Dead. Meanwhile his boyfriend is just looking at him with this look of utter besotted lovesick pride. There's so much potential!!)

[tora-the-cat]

team 7 dinner in 'obito lives and him and Sakura are buddies' au

Yamato: Can you pass the potatoes? Sakura, unprompted: obito. can you kill my parents Obito: …..no Sakura: Why not? Everyone else is an orphan. do you want me to feel left out? I thought we were friends. Obito: Sakura that would be a bad idea. I'm pretty sure. Kakashi would be PISSED if I just killed two civilians for no reason. Kakashi, who is sitting right there, in his own house: yeah, I- Sakura: Well, he'll be pissed if I kill them for pestering me about 'marrying one of those shinobi freaks', and at least everyone already thinks you're crazy so it wouldn't be a major set back in your 'redemption' or whatever. C'mon. help a girl out. Obito: Sasuke: you cannot seriously be considering this Naruto: haha Sakura, very funny…… Obito: Sai: I can kill them. If you really want. Sakura: But I actually CARE about you getting in trouble, sai. Even if I didn't Ino would KILL ME. Sai: Oh. Okay. Are you sure? I think she'd kill anyone you asked also. Sakura: well yeah, but. That's different. Kakashi: Oh my god. can we not have. ONE dinner. Sakura: I was just making conversation! jeez! Obito, who went out of his way to get killshots on the clan members that annoyed him the most as a kid: ….I mean. Is it a crime to help a girl out? Sakura: See? PERFECT fall guy! Who knows, maybe he'll finally get executed for his senseless violence. Kakashi: SAKURA. Obito, sighing wistfully: if only we could be so lucky. Kakashi: OBITO. Yamato: …can someone. PLEASE pass the potatoes?

[katsukistofu]

i a-door you

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x fem reader. fluff. cursing. food. minor unintentional violence. ⭑ bakugo hits on you. literally.

You’re minding your business, book bag slung across your shoulder, and about to walk through the door to 2A’s classroom when something smacks you in the face.

Not only unprompted, but hard.

“Ow!”

It happens so quickly that you don’t remember squeezing your eyes shut as you stumble backwards, both hands flying to clutch your forehead.

Opening your eyes, you swear you can already feel the spot starting to bruise. The previously closed door to the classroom stood ajar and as the cherry on top of the concussion you just received, someone roughly brushes past you.

Fucking asshole.

You whip around, head still throbbing, about to give whoever it is a peace of your mind and finally speak above an inside voice for the first time since a robot almost fell on you during entrance exams semesters ago, when your teary eyes are met with crimson red ones.

He turns his head to give you a once over and your body freezes as his eyes linger a little longer on the darkening mark where the door got you. Something similar to amusement tugs at his lips.

“Pretty cute.”

You blink, dumbfounded as he casually turns on his heel to walk away.

What. The hell.

Did you literally just get hit on by Bakugo freaking Katsuki.

The identical dropped jaws of your classmates that were visible from inside the open doorway confirmed that what just happened was not in fact a post-traumatic induced hallucination, with Midoriya looking the most gobsmacked, his eyes almost comically bulging out of his skull, and upon glancing at Mina, who quickly gets over her initial shock to grin and shoot you a double thumbs up, she excitedly mouths ‘i told you so,’  and you’re not sure whether to laugh or to cry.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . ꔫ

The next day, you’re sporting a fresh, new bandaid on your forehead. It was quite a fashion statement, if you do say so yourself.

It was also the last one at the nurse’s so you were pretty happy to nab it, apparently being the brand that everyone chose when they too got their respective boo-boos.

The latte Mina and the girls brought back from your favorite cafe sat on the wooden coffee table in the common area, still steaming. You refused to go out with a huge bruise marring your appearance, even with the bandaid covering the most of it, and you would take the fullest advantage of the injured person princess treatment while it lasted.

All while awkwardly avoiding a certain blond.

Now that you’re thinking about it, he’s honestly always been kind of nice to you, in his own weird way.

Like when you were forced to ask if you could borrow his eraser, because apparently no one else in the class carried one. Imagine saving Japan your first year of highschool and only writing in pen, even for calculus. Is this what the future generation has come to?

After breathlessly rushing the words out in a hushed voice and wondering if he heard you at all, Bakugo doesn’t even turn around from where he’s resting his chin on his hand listening to Present Mic’s enthusiastic lecture on subject-verb agreement, as he reaches an arm behind him to drop it on your desk.

You’re not sure if you remembered to say “your” before “eraser,” so all he probably heard was “can I borrow eraser?” and it still haunts you to this day.

Shaking the thoughts of him from your mind, you flip your history textbook open to page three hundred and ninety four, ‘A Comprehensive Timeline of Quirk Generations.’ You’re attempting to study for your next upcoming quiz in Midnight’s class.

Key word: attempting.

A delicious smell was starting to waft your way from the kitchen across the room, and now you were kind of hungry. You could feel your attention waning and shook your head, the image of your most recent report card filled with straight As sobering you up. Food could come later, right now you had to focus.

Just twenty more minutes of review, then I'll eat.

Bakugo’s placing the breakfast he easily finished whipping up on the counter. As he uses a spatula to gently coax the fluffy soufflé pancakes out of the pan, he notices the familiar petals of your favorite flower decorating the ceramic he’s putting them on.

It was from a tableware set he picked out when everyone first moved into the dorms. Glasses had assigned everyone groceries among various other things to go shopping for in small groups, and he was paired up with Ponytail to go buy plates.

They were browsing the shelves of a local Daiso store filled with colorful, adorably decorated dishes and rice bowls, when he stopped in front of a price tag, eyes dragging up to study the item it belonged to. The details on it were intricate, and breathtakingly so.

It reminded him of how he felt whenever he looked at you.

Ponytail follows his gaze, and her own eyes brighten.

“Oh, it’s decorated with the favorite flower of–!”

“I know.” He cuts her off, glaring at the floral box set of bowls and plates, before carefully putting it in their cart.

Momo’s eyes widen a bit, before a small, knowing smile spreads across her lips and Bakugo curses at her perceptiveness.

He almost wished he was paired up with that icy-hot bastard instead, who was so oblivious that if you dangled a confession letter in front of him he would have thought you wanted him to proofread it for you.

That was a while ago now, and everyone’s been happily eating meals on the plates they bought ever since.

He tops off the pancakes with a handful of fresh berries and a drizzle of honey, and slides it next to a steaming plate of a kimchi omelette with a zigzag of sriracha sauce already on the counter.

From where he stands, he snorts at your bandaid, noticing the obnoxious amount of Hello Kitty’s plastered all around it. Out of all the bandaids from Recovery Girl’s collection that she kept in her office, of course you would pick the cutest fucking one.

It was undoubtedly something you would like, he thinks, begrudging in his fondness. It was so you.

“Get your ass over here.”

You jump in your spot on the couch at the loud volume of his voice, though it sounded a bit softer than usual. With a finger pointing to yourself, you raise your head in confusion. “Me….?”

Was this about yesterday? Oh my god, was he mad?

You’re not sure why he would be, since he’s not the one that got bitch-slapped in the face by a giant door.

“I don't see anyone else I'd be talking to.” Bakugo scoffs.

He's right, to your increasing dread. The entire common area is completely empty, and you have no choice but to comply with his request.

You’re still nervously fiddling with the edge of your hoodie sleeve, the usual comfort of its softness abandoning you as you approach the kitchen to find him standing at a seat near the counter, arms folded. It hasn’t even been a minute in the same proximity as him and his presence is kind of overwhelming you already.

You’re trying so hard not to stare at his biceps. And just him in general.

“Sit.” he commands, the sound of the metal stool echoing against his hand as he pats it.

You obediently sit down, cursing your lack of a backbone. But his tone didn’t sound like he was planning to take no for an answer, anyway.

“Eat.”

He jabs a thumb at the plate of warm, sweet smelling cloud-like goodness in front of you. You stare at him, wide-eyed.

“This is for me?”

“Huh. You’re slower than I thought you were.” He rolls his eyes and starts to dig into his own plate of omelette in front of him, taking a seat on the stool across from you. It looked good too, as expected. “You’re welcome or whatever.”

With his aggressive blessing and after throwing a quiet but extremely grateful ‘thank you for the meal’ his way, you start to eat.

Your face lights up in joy as the divine taste of spongy goodness and honey spreads across your tongue, and you silently praise his mom for giving birth to the next Gordon Ramsay.

He flicks your forehead as you’re mid-bite in pancake and you yelp in surprise, raising your head to glare at his handsome face. What now? And did he have to be as infuriating as he was good-looking?

That crimson gaze once again stares you down, barely contained amusement dancing in embers of the hot coals of his eyes, and your skin grows warm as you realize you said that last part out loud.

You’re about to give into the urge to run away and take the plate of half-finished pancakes with you when he gruffly speaks up.

“You can’t retain information unless you have something in your stomach, idiot.”

You nod, mouth full, and make a mental note to study on an empty tummy away from him in the future. It’s like he reads your mind because you wince as he scowls, flicking your head again, although a little more gently this time.

Taking care to do it in a spot away from the bandaid covering the injury that he caused, your brain points out.

The both of you continue to eat in comfortable silence.

After a while, your plates are nearly clean.

You smile a little, realizing that you were eating on your favorite plate in the dorm’s kitchen the whole time, and admire the petals of your beloved flowers delicately painted in the center and outer edges of the stark white dish, with the pancakes no longer covering them.

Bakugo notices this, as you softly begin to trace the rim with your finger, and fights the twitch of his lips that threatened to curl upwards.

He’s also noticed those little glances you think you’ve been discreetly throwing his way between the bites of pancake, which you nearly inhaled to his pride.

You could almost be as quiet as that rock-faced animal whisperer of a classmate you both had, but you’ve always sucked at being subtle.

Good thing he hates subtle things.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks as you start to slide off the tall stool, a hint of smirk in his voice. It was cute, how you think you could run away from him so easily. You stop in your tracks, blinking at him as he rises from his own seat.

Strong, toned arms that you totally haven’t been staring at for the past half hour are slowly placed on both sides of you, caging you against the counter. An embarrassing noise escapes from your lips, and the cold granite bites into your back as you lean away, doing anything to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me.”

He rolls his eyes as you continue to look to the side, suddenly finding the chibi magnets of various high ranking heroes on the fridge to be very interesting.

“I said,” he grabs your chin in his hand, which was so big compared to your face that he could squish your cheeks between his ring finger and thumb, “look at me.

You huff, now forcefully held in place to face him against your will. “I’m looking.”

“Good.”

He leans down and his lips graze your ear, seeming to take great pleasure in only further adding to your embarrassment when he mutters:

“And don’t stand so fucking close to the door next time.”

not bakugo pulling the classic asian parent move and giving u food instead of a proper apology LOLL

[phantomrose96]

What the hell happens in the pikmin game?? Those little colourful bitches have been around for ages, but i never bothered looking them up, i just figured they were cute little mascots of some game. But your posts are making me question everything. Is it a horror game? (I know i could just google it, but asking you is funnier)

Yeah you're right asking me is much funnier :)

Pikmin is a fun and relaxing game! You play as a little astronaut man who gets to spend his days growing Pikmin, who are sweet and peaceful little plant creatures with leaves, buds, or flowers on their heads. You can corral them around with a little trumpet, like a bouquet of flowers following you through the pretty and whimsical landscapes of planet PNF-404 :)

Wait did I say fun and relaxing?

Sorry, typo.

It's a brutal skill-based survival game (❁´◡`❁)

So then maybe you're wondering, what's up with the Pikmin? What was that about growing a bunch of little flower guys? Well growing the Pikmin is super important!

It's super duper important mainly because you need to replace the Pikmin who die in the carnage of battle for you!

Battle against what?

Everything.

See on PNF-404, Pikmin are the bottom of the food chain. Just about every living breathing creature on this planet is orders of magnitude larger than the Pikmin and munch Pikmin by the hundreds for breakfast. Predators will do this instinctively. They will do this unprompted. They will do this while you're not looking. They will do this endlessly until every last Pikmin is dead.

So... what good are the Pikmin? What chance do they stand?

Really easy. Pikmin are the most violent creatures in the entire game 🥰🥰🥰.

How else do you survive when you're small and fragile other than incredible violence? Pikmin can exist out and about in swarms of up to 100. And the only way to survive predators as small little leaf creatures is to beat those predators to death with incredible mob violence before they can kill all of you.

Pikmin don't die like plants. They die like warriors.

And sometimes, this is the hardest mechanic to handle. Left to their own devices Pikmin will seek to shed blood. It's up to you to call them away from orchestrating their own demise, their own pursuit of the glory of Valhalla. It's in their nature. It's in their plant-blood.

And they go down hard. They shriek when snapped up in the jaws of predators. They glub and wail when drowning in water. They trill out screams when on fire. They choke and cough in poison. They die instantly to electricity. And you'll know a Pikmin is well and truly dead once it lets out a final whimper, and a ghost drifts away from where it once stood. This can happen by the dozens. This can happen to all 100 at once.

So wait, wait I've gotten far ahead of myself. Why the violence? Why the death? Why the fighting? What was that about a little astronaut man?

Well your astronaut man is Olimar, an honest and simple family man who's a freight ship captain from his home planet of Hocotate. He's a truck driver! He's just a guy taking his first vacation in years.

And a meteorite strikes his ship, tearing it to pieces as it crash-lands on a completely uncharted planet. Welcome to PNF-404...

And so you're Olimar. A truck driver. A nice dad. A victim of capitalism with the world's worst boss. Out on vacation.

Your ship is destroyed. No one is coming for you. No one will save you.

The oxygen on PNF-404 is poisonous.

You have 30 days before your life support system runs out.

You have 30 days until you die a brutal and lonely death.

Your only hope is to find every scattered missing piece of your ship--30 of them--strewn across the planet, return them to your ship, and repair it, before your 30 days are up.

But this is simply impossible. You're one tiny little man. You wouldn't be able to lift a single piece of your ship, let alone 30 of them, let alone doing so while fending off the wildlife hellbent on killing you.

But the Pikmin seem to like you...

So all that death? All the carnage and destruction? It's all in the effort to repair Olimar's ship before he suffocates. You pave a path of destruction decorated with the bodies of any creature that stands before you and your missing ship pieces.

The Pikmin do it. The Pikmin trust you. The Pikmin follow your command and die by your command. After all, you're growing their species. Oh did I forget to explain that part? The "how" of how growing Pikmin works?

Simple. Pikmin are grown from the corpses of the creatures they kill :).

If you kill something, the Pikmin take it back to their base and process it for pieces, and grow new Pikmin from it. That's how you get all the nice little flower creatures following you around. :)

Is it good enough? Can you sleep at night knowing that 50 creatures who trusted you implicitly were slaughtered under your misdirection? All to retrieve a hunk of metal which is 1/30 of the hope of getting you home alive? 100 slaughtered? 200? Day 30 is approaching. Things are looking bleak.

You're Olimar. Day 30 has arrived, and you haven't fully reconstructed your ship. You have no option to stay. Your life support has run out. You watch the Pikmin you've left behind, as you attempt to start up your ship which has not been safely repaired.

You try to take off, and try to make it home.

It does not go well.

But at least the Pikmin have another corpse to carry.