#was it just him leaning too hard into the villain aesthetic?

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More Living au stuff because I'm unwell for my own cadaver design

[mokulule]

Take Out for Dummies - Part 2

Ship: Dead on Main Previous | Masterpost Note: So I was planning on sitting on this until I was about done with part 3, but then @yeetyeetedyote, who tumblr doesn't allow me to tag, did a meme for part 1 and I couldn't help but post it. So hope you enjoy. Jason did not know what to wear. It was Red Hood who had a date, but going in his full uniform seemed very excessive somehow. But there was also no way he was going unarmed. He pondered his closet with a frown. What clothing did he even own that were suitable for a date? He’d never had to ponder this before. What level of formality was expected? Probably not formal, considering there would be no dinner. Also he was Red Hood, there was no way he’d do formal, he had an aesthetic.

He finally settled on jeans, a red henley and the brown leather jacket he used as Red Hood. He held up the jacket and inspected it critically for blood spatters, that at least he felt certain wasn’t appropriate.

One hour later saw Red Hood rolling up to the curb in front of the building. Only one person was leaning against the brick wall there, absorbed in their phone; it had to be Danny. The rest of the people there were just walking past. It was Crime Alley, Red Hood barely got a glance of interest. Gotta love Gothamites.

Jason had not been able to really get good visual on Danny in the dark, aside from the fact that he was rather short and had dark hair, the night vision in his helmet could only do so much. He had not been prepared for how he looked up and the wide blue eyes crinkled as he smiled. Nor the way the button down shirt and the jeans hugged close to broad shoulders and slim waist in a way the hoodie he’d worn previously had clearly not.

Somehow in all his musings about how this would go Jason had never considered the possibility that Danny would be hot.

“Hi,” Danny said still smiling as he came up to him. He raised his arms out from his sides a bit helplessly before letting them fall back. “So how do you want me?”

Jason’s brain screeched to a halt as those words brought a decidedly not appropriate image to his head. He was so glad he was wearing his helmet right now. Jason must have stiffened or given away his embarrassment some other way, because Danny’s cheeks flushed as he too realized how his question could have been understood.

“I meant on your bike.”Jason hunched over, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter. Because that was not helping at all.

Wordlessly Jason held out the extra helmet. Danny took it gratefully and stuffed it over his red face.

“Front.” Jason said over the radio connection between the helmets.

Jason had to give Danny a hand to get him situated in front. He had to hold on near the center of handlebars and he didn’t really have good place to place his feet and had to hold them curled up.

It was neither safe nor legal, but Jason was not about to have a potential assassin at his back and besides who was gonna arrest Red Hood for traffic violations? The small hitched gasp when Jason curled around Danny’s back to reach the handlebars had his lips quirking up, and he might have pressed him just a bit further forward just for that.

“Where to?”

“Sommerset.”Jason raised an eyebrow at that as he kicked off the curb. Carefully, as he got a feeling for the different weight distribution, he drove them in the direction of the Trigate Bridge.

“If a tour of Old Arkham is your idea of a date, I think I’m gonna have to shoot you.”

Danny scoffed.

“I promised you fun, didn’t I?”

At Jason’s lack of response, he slumped further.

“There’s a traveling carnival on the fair grounds at the edge of town.”

“Huh.” Jason was trying to think of a time he’d actually visited a carnival as a visitor and not a vigilante to stop some villain plot. He was coming up short. There was a feeling in his chest he had a hard time identifying, an uncertain thing, but it wasn’t bad. If nothing else he was gonna have an experience? Oo o oO

They parked the bike in the attached gravel parking lot near the fair grounds. Jason had to step off the bike first and then promptly had to catch Danny as his legs refused to carry him when he stepped off the bike.

“Oh wow, my legs fell asleep there.” He laughed and stepped away on wobbly legs as he pulled the helmet off. He handed it to Jason who put it into its compartment.

He took another wobbly step forward and Jason couldn’t help the way he reached for him to steady him. Instead Danny grabbed his hand firmly. Jason was baffled at the action looking from Danny to their hands, uncertain how to react, but Danny just smiled and changed his hold so their fingers were twined together.

He looked mightily satisfied about it too as he tugged Jason forward toward the fair grounds. A fair bit of the rides were visible because of their heights and Jason could easily imagine how the place would light up with multicolored lights once evening came.

Once they entered the fair grounds they drew quite a lot of attention. Lots of people stopped and pointed at Red Hood and his companion. Phones were pointed in their direction and Jason found himself tensing.

Danny leaned closer and spoke lowly, “Don’t worry, nobody will believe them. Regular digital cameras are odd around me, so they won’t get usable footage.”

Jason’s mind raced, what did that mean? Did he have some sort of jammer? Was it a meta ability? Was it related to his ability to sneak up on vigilantes on Gotham rooftops?

“And,” Danny continued, “if anyone asks, we can always say you’re a cosplayer.”

Jason grimaced. Danny slapped his chest as if he could see right through the mask.

“Hey! Cosplay is a great creative hobby.”

“That’s not- I’m a former crime lord. I don’t understand why anyone would dress up as me.”

“Pffft, don’t sell yourself short. Also you have a cool recognizable thing going on with the helmet. It will be especially funny if someone critiques it for not being accurate.”

Jason couldn’t help his chuckle at how gleeful Danny looked at the prospect.

“This is the real reason you want me to claim I’m cosplaying?”

“It would be so funny, admit it!”

Jason huffed. It would be pretty funny.

“Ha! I’ll take that as a yes. Okay, time to show off some of those shooting skills and win me a plushie.” With that statement Danny pointed towards a game booth with truly ridiculously large unicorn plushies hanging from it and tugged Jason forward. It was only at that moment he remembered they were still holding hands. It was…

It was nice.

Danny glanced back at him and he was smiling, warm and excited. Jason didn’t remember the last time someone had smiled that much at him. Jason found himself smiling back, and he was suddenly grateful he couldn’t be seen behind the helmet.

The shooting booth operator eyed Red Hood warily until Danny broke the tension in a voice that carried, “my friend’s cosplay is pretty awesome right?”

The operator’s shoulders fell and he chuckled, “pretty brave of him to wear that this close to Gotham proper.”

“Sure is! But not to worry if there’s any trouble I will protect him,” Danny said seriously, with a glance and a wink at Jason.

The man took in Danny’s skinny and less than imposing appearance and burst out laughing, and just like that any remaining tension was gone.

The operator explained the game. There were different tiers with bottles lined up on shelves and flat rings of different widths balancing on top. You got points if you knocked the ring down over the bottle neck. The slimmer rings offered more points.

It was a pretty simple game.

Danny put down cash for the game and looked at Jason expectantly. “Show us some of that Red Hood skill.”

The operator chuckled. Jason rolled his eyes and stepped up.

Immediately, as he picked up the air gun it felt clunky in his hand. It was sharp-edged where it should be smooth and was weighted all wrong especially with the pressure cable attached to it, but that was not going to stop him. He loaded it with one of the five cork stoppers the operator handed him. He seemed to be enjoying Danny’s teasing as much as Danny himself.

Out the corner of his vision he saw Danny lean forward expectantly as he took aim.

He pulled the trigger.

The cork stopper was ejected with a loud pop and promptly hit the edge of a shelf bouncing backwards to land on the floor where it rolled around three times before stopping.

Danny looked at him wide eyed before bursting out in helpless snickers. Jason shoved him in revenge, but he couldn’t help smiling. There was just something refreshing about how despite knowing he was the real Red Hood he was so completely unafraid of him. Not even his family was that relaxed around him.

He didn’t want to bring his mood down contemplating that, so he reloaded the clunky gun and took aim again. He considered the points on the rings and the available prize tiers. Four shots left, with a bit of luck he could still do decently.

Aiming higher and slightly more to the right of how he would aim a real gun he shot the first maximum point ring down around the bottle neck. Three more fell in rapid succession.

Danny cheered, pumping his fist in the air.

“That’s four hundred points, that gives you the choice of a large prize,” the operator said impressed.

He pointed at a large unicorn plush, it wasn’t quite the extra large ones that hung on the outside of the stall, those required cumulative points from at least two games, but it was still a very decent size.

Danny was the very opposite of disappointed when Jason handed it over. He squished it in his arms and absolutely beamed up at Jason. Jason looked away, embarrassed for feeling so satisfied and warm just for winning a silly game.

The operator snorted giving them a knowing look. “Have a nice evening boys.”

“You too,” Danny replied, sidling up close and entwining their fingers again as he pulled them away and off towards the various rides.

Jason eyed their once more joined hands in bemusement, not really sure what to think, but he’d already allowed it once. It sold the appearance of a date, made it all the more likely to the bystanders that Jason was just some cosplayer with a death wish, so it was smart to keep holding hands. And Jason found himself reluctant to give it up.

It was an easy illusion to give into.

He squeezed Danny’s hands and he turned his head to look at him, smiling like this was a real date and not one of his odd jobs. Jason nodded towards the bumper cars and Danny’s grin turned into feral delight as he dragged him in the new direction. It was so easy to pretend Jason was just here to have fun with a friend who was maybe just a bit more.

That was something he could have had maybe. If he hadn’t been Robin. If he hadn’t died and come back wrong. If he wasn’t a former crime lord just trying to find his footing with a family he wasn’t sure wanted him and not just the dead boy he’d been.

But for just a little while he could pretend.

Until Danny turned out to actually know he was supposed to kill him, until everything crashed and burned like usual, he could allow himself a little fun.

Like ignoring every sign saying the bumper cars were not meant for driving into each other. The bored teen operator certainly didn’t care to uphold that rule. The bumper car ride was a war zone, a giant free for all and yet Jason managed to have only eyes for Danny. He was a tricky driver to catch. Jason had no idea how he managed to maneuver the car like that, it was verging on supernatural.

They were both laughing when they exited their cars after Jason had finally managed to bump into him proper instead of the earlier glancing blows.

“Remind me to call you if I ever need a getaway driver.”

Danny snorted knocking their shoulders together. “Only if I get part of the cut.”

I’ll give you more than a cut, Jason was about to say, but thankfully didn’t. Because what did that even mean? Instead he knocked his shoulder back.

They continued on towards another ride, a small rollercoaster, and as they queued Danny started telling him about how his dad’s driving was so infamous in his hometown that the local news included a segment to warn for it when he was on the roads. Because of that nobody had wanted to give Danny driving lessons and that’s why technically he didn’t have a license, but he’d once landed a space shuttle, so that should count for something. The story verged on so impossible it had to be true, but Jason was sure if a civilian had actually landed a space shuttle it would have been all over the news or at least known among superheroes - it was entertaining nonetheless.

Jason wasn’t sure when they’d started holding hands again only noted the absence when Danny left him by a bench several rides later with stern instructions to protect the princess with his life, aka the unicorn plushie.

The lights had flickered on a while ago and bathed the darkening grounds in multicolored lights. Jason leaned back relaxing against the bench. Taking in the lights and the happy atmosphere as people passed him by. There were a few people who pointed and snickered as they walked by, but clearly the unicorn plushie was just as good as Danny to convince people he was just a guy in a costume.

“It’s a pretty good costume.”

Jason turned his head to find a man with a superman shirt had stopped. He stayed silent waiting for him to elaborate. He obviously wanted to, there was something in his drawl.

“The casual look is pretty well put together while remaining recognizably Red Hood.”

“But-“ somehow there was a but- “if you were actually from Gotham you’d know that the real helmet is matte and the brow section is more slanted giving it an angrier expression.”

Jason stared incredulously at the man in the Superman shirt accusing him of not being a Gothamite. Never mind the helmet thing, that was just ridiculous but accusing him of not being a Gothamite, now that was an insult he wouldn’t be taking. Jason stood up to his full six feet and saw the way the man shrunk as he realized he might have made a mistake.

“There you are, babe,” Danny inserted himself smoothly into the situation snaking an arm around his waist and pressing close. It was distracting. “Come on let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Jason snorted as he let Danny move them forward. He didn’t need the intervention, he wouldn’t have attacked the man or anything.

He couldn’t help but pull them to a stop however as they passed him.

“Your information is outdated, this is the current helmet.” He spoke lowly and ominously only made more ominous by the voice modulation.

The man eep’ed and scrambled to get away.

They watched him go with no small bit of amusement.

“I thought we agreed to keep it on the down low.”

Jason shrugged, “he asked for it, besides you said it yourself, nobody will believe him.”

“Alright then.” Danny left the place beneath Jason’s arm, he had only a moment to feel bereft however until his hand was grabbed again and pulled in the direction of the parking lot. “Speaking of proof, do you mind me taking a selfie of us so I can prove I took you out?”

Jason frowned. “I thought you said cameras didn’t work around you.” “They don’t, I’ve had to modify it to be able to take any pictures.”

“You gonna tell me what kind of meta ability you have?”

Danny chuckled. He pulled their joined hands up and pressed a kiss to Jason’s scarred knuckles. Jason was so distracted by the action he almost didn’t hear the, “I like you Hood, but that isn’t a first date conversation.”

There was a pause in their conversation as Jason contemplated the absurd idea of there ever being a second date, the fact that this one was nearly over and how he’d actually had a lot of fun.

“So, selfie?”

“Uh sure.”

Danny juggled the white plastic bag that Jason only noticed now onehanded as he pulled out his phone. It was a broad phone with actual buttons and Jason would believe it was modified alright. Danny smiled and leaned close as he raised his hand, a small flash went off and Danny looked the picture over in satisfaction.

“What’s with the bag?”

“Huh, oh this is food. Our next stop, if you’re still willing, is the ice rink, but I figured we could take a break on the roof and eat back to back or something, what with the whole-” he indicated the helmet by waving a hand in front of his face.

So it wasn’t over yet. Not if Jason wanted to continue. It was an easy out, Jason could just chose to drive Danny to wherever he wanted to be dropped off and he could go home and still make it easily in time for patrol - or he could prolong the evening.

Jason popped open the compartment under the seat of his bike and took the warm bag of food from Danny to put in as he considered. Danny had already put on the extra helmet.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Jason could practically hear the smile in his voice even if he couldn’t see it through the opaque helmet.

“Okay,” he confirmed.

The small fist pump was kinda adorable. So first part of the date, it was getting a bit long so I cut it in two, but hey that's the only reason I could even upload it. Jason is in trouble, he's just not quite realizing it yet XD I enjoy hearing your thoughts on the story, so please continue to share <3

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[tomuraeater]

You should totally do Shigaraki getting flustered over seeing ur new villain costume, to the point where he can’t control himself. :3

omg thank u for the request ^^ this is such a cute ideaaa ugh poor tomu you just keep making him go insane ☹️

— unmasked desires

shigaraki x fem reader!

cw: 18+ mdni, sub shigaraki slightly perv lol, light smut

reblogs + comments always appreciated ( *｀ω´)

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Fixing the final piece of gear on your new costume, you gaze into the mirror, feeling a thrill of satisfaction with the results. The black slim-fit tank top clings perfectly, its leather crisscross designs adding an edge, while the small slit at your chest reveals just a tantalizing hint of cleavage. Your pants, made from thick, leather-like fiber, are a work of art. Crisscrossed laces run from your thighs to your ankles, hugging your curves in a snug yet comfortable embrace.

Thick, leather fingerless gloves add a fierce touch, and the shoulder pads, along with multiple black chain belts, accentuate your form, giving you a powerful, intimidating look. Intricate metal designs adorn your waist and arms, blending aesthetics with functionality to provide solid defense.

You take a deep breath, savoring the transformation. The mirror reflects a new you. With a smile, you eagerly walk to shigaraki’s room to show off your new piece.

You walk in seeing him work intently. Quickly going up to him, you tap him on the shoulder. “Tomuraaa, look! It’s all finished!” Grinning from ear to ear, while giving him a 360 spin.

Tomura as usual puts up a facade, an unamused demeanor. He doesn’t look up and focuses his attention on the computer. He types away only responding with a, “hm?” Unamusingly. You cross your arms irritated, bending slightly forward facing him. “Uh hello? My new costume is finished, look tomu!!” With a soft huff, he turns around in his chair, his eyes slightly widening as he scans you up and down.

Your slight bent position provided a tantalizing sight of your cleavage. His vision directly lands there to your waist down. He presses his lips together at a loss for words, quickly scratching his neck. He darts his eyes around the room, avoiding contact with your presence. The intoxicating aroma of your fragrance flourished the air between you two. He sharply breathes as you break the closeness; moving slightly back putting your hands on your hips. “So, what do you think?” Raising an eyebrow in a slight annoyed tone.

Tomura remained silent, swallowing hard. He sat down, leaning back in his chair, a fixed gaze upon you, standing confidently before him. The top you wore perfectly outlined your breasts and waist, with a teasing hint of cleavage making Tomura’s lips quiver. Your pants hugged your curves and legs flawlessly, the crisscross lace revealing glimpses of your bare skin on the sides, causing his body to twitch at how incredibly sexy you looked.

Images of you fighting beside him in the outfit panned out through his mind, as well as other provocative visions played in his head. He can feel his heart increasing in rate, hands turning clammy, and a lump in his throat forming. With a distant look he stared, fixedly at your chest. How good it would feel to have his face buried in them, or even his cock.

You snap your fingers in his face, jolting him back to reality. “Tomura, hello?! My eyes are up here,” you say sternly, eyebrows knitted as you motion two fingers from his face to your eyes. “You’re not even listening to me!” you exclaim, pointing a finger at him in frustration. Tomura’s brain cells seem to be malfunctioning. The way you demanded attention and acted angry, especially in that costume, turned him on. He feels heat rushing to his face as he sheepishly looks at you through his disheveled hair. “Sorry, I’ve just been working for too long…” he mutters, nervously scratching his neck and feeling bullets of sweat drip down his forehead. Your dominant demeanor at this moment made his dick react in ways he couldn’t control. The ethereal aura you possessed made his temptations impossible to resist. He longed for you to take control, driving him to the brink of madness.

“Looks cool,” was all he could manage, though he wanted to shout out and praise you endlessly. Fantasizing about you touching him, taking control, and pressing your body against his in that outfit. The anticipation of grabbing you and kissing you was tormenting him. He longed to see how stunning you would look straddling his lap right now. Is that what an Angel looks like? He thought, ironically as he proceeded to drool over his lustful imaginations of you. Tomura, who is too afraid to admit he wants you to do things to him. Blood rushing to his dick, now tightly confined in his pants begging to be pampered by you.

You stand there with a disdain expression crossing your arms. “Really, that’s all?” You eye him up and down seeing his tense position. His face flushed red, and hands scratching his neck repeatedly. “What’s your problem Tomu? Cats got your tongue?“ clicking your tongue, whilst squinting your eyes, amusingly. Tomura, suddenly shifts up from his chair, shortening the distance from between you both, pulling you in for a tentative desperate kiss. He tried so hard to be patient and maintain his composure, but a driven force out of his control pushed him. His lips devoured yours, hungry, messy, and needy. Looping his fingers on your belts pulling you in even closer.

The intital shock wavers through your body but disappears as soon as his lips meet yours. The tension that surfaced between you two grew as he interlocked passionate kisses with you. This sudden surprised escalated thrill, your hands find themselves on his hair and neck. Feeling your soft plump lips, Tomura softly whines into your mouth. He practically melts under your touch as you kiss him back tenderly

The room fills with the sound of wet, sloppy kisses as you both end up on the couch with you straddling his lap. Parting your lips from his, you smile breathlessly and wrap your arms around his neck. “Tomu, what was all that about?” you giggle, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “You literally ignored me just seconds ago!” Slightly pouting as you scan him up and down. Tomura’s eyes are dark with desire as he gazes up at you, his hands gripping your waist. “I couldn’t help myself,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “The way you look, the way you move… it’s driving me crazy.” He leans in, brushing his lips against your neck. “please, more.” The fantasies of his became reality, god he was so whipped for you.

Your fingers play with his light blue hair at the nape of his neck, and you smirk, feeling a sense of power. The way his hands needily grabbed your curves, his flushed face, and puppy dog eyes pleading for your touch ignited a wave of arousal in you. “You’re so cute, Tomura. Could’ve just said so.” You purr cunningly in his ear, kissing him tenderly on the neck. He whines under your touch, his hard rock dick begging for attention. “Need you so bad,” he breathlessly whimpers. With a sly smile, playful activities came to mind as you pressed his chest against the couch. “You think you deserve this? Do you want this?” You smirk, lustfully looking at his eyes. Without a second, “yes yes yes, please I’ll be good please, want you ‘s bad!” Spills from his mouth, jerking his hips up. You softly laugh, tracing your fingers and hands on his chest. “Then show me, Tomura.” You flash a smile that carried a subtle hint of impish. He was completely at your mercy, and was enjoying every second of it.

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ahhh I hope this was alright i lowkey was stuck on how to put this together but here u go shigaraki thirsters heheh thank you for the attention on my recent tomura fic the other day as well appreciate it sm !! reblogs and comments are always welcome <33

[bitchqueenofthebitchsquad]

Another problem I had with season 2 is the weird way that hextech is treated. The hexcore is treated like it's semi sentient and malicious, no explanation for why that is, but even regular degular Hextech is treated as uniquely capable of great evil. We're given a whole episode that waxes poetic about how much better everyone would be if hextech was never invented but no explanation for why that is.

As others have pointed out, the problems between Piltover and Zaun are the problems inherent to all stratified societies, particularly ones that appear to be in the midst of an industrial revolution. The under city predates Hextech by a long shot. So why are we being shown this episode about how much better everything would be sans these tools? It just has a luddite vibe to it. I think some people mistakenly identify technology as the reason oppression exists. While some tech can exacerbate oppression, the same technology can often do the opposite. I think season 1 was still a little clumsy in places, but it did a better job of pointing out that the technology is a neutral thing. It's the system that allows greedy and ultra powerful but unqualified weirdos to make all the decisions that's a problem.

I feel like the writers who left over the pandemy took their talent with them when they bounced. I can't know this but I get the sense that the remaining writers did little to no research but were enamored with portrayals of class conflict they'd seen in other media. Not to bring up simulacra but, you know, that's what it was giving. It was derivative.

Getting back to the hexcore, I liked the aesthetic of it, particularly how it transformed Viktors body but thematically I think it was incoherent, especially when put in the context of the rest of the show. Again I like spooky purple energy with evil vibes, very witchy, but how does it help progress the narrative? It seemed to me that it was a totally derivative element. Because sometimes magic is portrayed as spooky and seductive they decided to have this cool object that was spooky and seductive. Maybe someone in the writers room was going somewhere with this but if they were I don't think the execution was successful. It doesn't have anything to do with the stronger themes of the show, it distracts from them, and then becomes a problem because they spent so much time foreshadowing it so there's no way to gracefully retcon it.

It's made even more awkward when Viktor uses his new spooky powers to help disabled people who have nowhere else to turn. Before Jayce shoots Viktor in the chest we don't actually see Viktor doing anything malicious with his magic. He's essentially just set up a rehab and is quietly minding his business. The empire and state come to him and give him grief so wouldn't the reasonable conclusion be that actually Hextech is just a tool no matter how purple and swirly it is and that militaries and cops get in the way of positive social change because they seek to abuse and control technology used to help people? But then the show goes on to make Viktor the ultimate villain and it's very hard to parse what the message is other than to avoid the very specific scenarios that happened in the show.

It's almost like they forgot the show was for an audience, forgot about the themes, and just started advertising for the next league project, forgetting to finish what they were actually making. I also think they fell victim to too big of an ending, not everything has to be world ending or contain multiverses. Idk very sloppy but, even though he's essentially an entirely new character, I loved blonde highlights Viktor.

Edit: not "no explanation" it's the blood that made it evil but again this is tropey and leaning towards derivative again. We wouldn't assume that a technology that interacts with blood is bad/evil if we hadn't all already seen a million other works that do this and have built the negative associations for us.

[codename-adler]

[ THIS IS COMING FROM A PLACE OF LOVE ]

TW: Riko Moriyama, violence & abuse, sh, death

i want people to lean so hard into Riko’s villainy. i want us to explore the abysmal dark side of Exy’s little psycho. i want you to write me the most horrific acts this fucko has perpetrated.

there is. so much potential there. yes, he is both victim and abuser, we’ve been over that. so? his babygirl aesthetic doesn’t have to die just bc he likes to hurt people and scheme fucked-up plots on the side! he can have his cake and eat it! we don’t have to rehabilitate him. we can make him worse. we can love him because he’s mad. we can find worth in his depravity. he is such a crucial character to the story, but he’s important because he’s big bad, he’s insane, he’s a raging bitch, and we! should! love him! for it! never been anything wrong with liking villains now has there?

give him the mic. showcase his voice. even if it’s a demonic screeching or a cold, cold laugh tearing the corners of his mouth. describe the crazy eyes. dive into them.

nobody knew outside the Nest. and even inside, only the closest. his victims. that is horrifying, but astounding too!! a masterclass in manipulation. doesn’t it keep you up at night? can you imagine Kevin losing hope of ever escaping because who will believe him? do you see him in his bed at Palmetto, still not convinced he’ll ever pull out from under Riko’s thumb, because that man can manipulate anyone onto his side? what if the Foxes choose Riko’s version?

what if Riko hadn’t stopped just at Seth? what about the Foxes’ families?

what does he keep in his room? under his bed? in the bathroom?

what did he really do to Thea?

when was the first time he lashed out? what was he thinking? what was his first instinct? how did he hone his skills for violence? who taught him? is he self-taught in the arts of the knife? why cutting and not something else? or are knives the only skill set he got to show us before the end?

when did violence stop being an outlet and start being a pleasure?

how many animals are buried on Evermore’s grounds?

how many people?

was there ever a first kill? who? why? how?

did he self-harm? for relief or euphoria? curiosity or therapy?

when did Kevin start noticing a change in his behaviour? when did he start being worried? for Riko? for Jean? for himself?

how everywhere was Tetsuji ? in everything?

did Riko laugh?

did he cry?

what’s the #MeToo going to look like in the aftershocks? who starts it?

what’s the documentary going to be like? who will be part of it? how many years does the investigation take? how far down does the rabbit hole go?

the versions and secrets are infinite.

and so, like Riko: let us go wild!

[serichan]

So, I have another fanart for you and some thoughts about the show. I stumbled upon some recs and comments, and I’m fascinated by how many different reactions it tends to bring out. It’s incredible. From love to hate and everything in between, it’s amazing. For me, it’s love. It’s really, really love—though maybe as a guilty pleasure, I think. But honestly, I don’t feel very conflicted about it.

What’s good?

• Visuals: Stunning. Absolutely stunning.

• Music: I’m addicted. It’s been on repeat for weeks now. A good thing my partner is used to my obsessions with music, or I swear they’d have killed me by now.

• Pretty boys: God, they’re pretty. They’re very young, but they’re so pretty.

• Shipping potential: Everyone is shippable. This is a ship fest, and I love it.

• Emotional turmoil: I loved how much it made me want to cry. That’s amazing.

• Characters: I mostly loved the characters here, with a few exceptions (we’ll get to that).

• Non-heteronormative ideas: I like this new approach to pushing these themes through censorship. Yeah, of course, it’s baiting, but it always was, even before the ban. And this new idea is fun—I hope it sticks.

• Polycule dramas: Yes, please. I love it.

• Zhu Yan: I love him.

• Zuo Yichen: I love him.

• Found family: I love it.

• Addictiveness: It’s so compelling.

This show has my heart, flaws and all. It’s such a ride. What do you think?

Two things I didn’t like:

1. Sexism:

Oh my god. The damsel-in-distress trope was unbearable. Wen Xiao started so strong, and then they just threw it all away. It was so frustrating! PJ was lovely, but the “big sister” trope is so overused. It feels like they push strong female characters into these traditionally “female” roles, and it’s tiresome. At least Beijing had her sapphic romance with Wen Xiao, which was cute, I guess. But still, I wanted so much more.

2. Timeline:

The timeline is nonsense. Absolute nonsense. Like, the stuff with Li Lan—when exactly did that happen? Eight years ago? How do they go from teenagers to older demons in eight years? It’s ridiculous. It breaks immersion because it makes no sense. I’d honestly rather they just didn’t give us any specific dates.

3. The Big Bad:

Oh, don’t even get me started. The villains were so bad. Every dramatic fight scene had the bad guy just standing there, letting them monologue for hours. Why? Who does that? Though, I will admit, I kind of enjoy this trope for the campy drama, but it still drove me crazy.

4. Over-the-top Torture Scenes:

The unnecessary torture of Zhu Yan was too much. He was already a deeply sad character, and we didn’t need the lightning scene or all the extra suffering. It felt cheap and overdone, like they were trying too hard to milk the angst.

5. Zhu Yan/Wen Xiao Romance:

This could’ve been good, but the idea that he knew her as a child? No, no, no. That’s creepy, and I hate it. Either lean into the idea of him being a parental figure, or scrap the “I knew you as a child” angle entirely. It’s unnecessary and off-putting.

6. Too Much Crying:

Wen Xiao spent way too much time crying on the floor. Can we please let her be a strong female lead? Why does she have to default to being a damsel in distress? She was so promising in the first episode, and then they just threw that potential away. It was infuriating.

7. The Wings:

I'm sorry, but I hated the wings. They looked cheap and... just stupid. I really couldn’t take them seriously.

Overall Love for the Drama:

That said, it might seem like there are more things I didn’t like than liked, but that’s not true. I freaking loved this drama. I’d give it a 9 out of 10. A strong 9. If I didn’t love it, I wouldn’t be spending all my free time writing fics for it! And believe me, I’m not usually a big fic writer. Though, to be fair, I mostly blame the fact that the cast is so bloody pretty.

Music Video Aesthetic:

Oh, one more thing I really loved—it looks like a big freaking music video, and I loved it! It was so aesthetically pleasing, such a visual feast.

Costumes:

Most of the costumes were stunning, though sometimes a bit over the top. I couldn’t stop laughing about all the dangly chain-knee things in the hair. I have long hair, and trust me—that’s a stupid idea if you want to move a lot. It’d get caught in everything. You’d need to be a magical being to deal with that nonsense. But, hey, it looked pretty and gave me lots of ideas!

Boys Crying:

The boys looked absolutely stunning while crying, and I had so much fun torturing them in my fics. Truly, they are too pretty, and I’m here for it.

Demon Costumes:

There weren’t too many over-the-top costumes in the demon sphere, which I appreciated. I don’t like all the plastic prosthetics and weird visual cues you see in dramas like Love and Game. It looks cheap. I much preferred the red glowy effects and face tattoos—they looked cool and suited the aesthetic.

Moral Greyness:

Maybe they leaned a little too much into the “white lotus” trope for the characters. I would’ve liked more moral greyness, especially for the Great Demon. He started off strong and morally ambiguous, but then he became too virtuous, and it got annoying.

Final Thoughts:

Overall, yeah, I loved it. These are just nitpicks. The visuals were gorgeous, the music was addictive, and the characters gave me so much inspiration. So, yeah, these are my very long, very jumbled thoughts about the drama. Please enjoy the fanart!

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[fractualized]

what's your favorite form of batman? meaning, do you prefer the comics, the movies, etc? i'm really curious to know if you like any of the cheesy stuff, like batman and robin... famous nipple costumes... or if you like more of the serious stuff, like the original source material... i know you really like comics but when it comes to the ideal flavor of batman, what kind of story do you most enjoy?

For my favorite, I always go with Batman: the Animated Series, which feels inevitable for anyone who grew up watching it as appointment TV with obligatory commercials, but I've never done a poll. lol Even watching it now and noting its imperfections, it's the gold standard for me. The art deco aesthetic, the storytelling, the characterizations, you can really see how much care went into it and the respect for the lore. Not that I knew much more than the lore basics at that age— but I didn't need to, because it was a well-done show that drew me in on its own. And in terms of serious vs cheesy, it had a good balance.

And really that's my preference! I don't need Batman to be dark and dour all the time, but I also don't want it to be nothing but goofs. I like a story that has stakes and knows when to be serious and also knows when to lighten up. Bruce's costume shouldn't be the only signal of how he was affected by his trauma, but when his behavior turns shitty, it shouldn't amount to him just being a rageaholic. Joker should be a dangerous villain but he should perform and make jokes because he's a friggin' clown, like come on.

Not that I'm against takes that lean harder on comedy. Er, nowadays. Back in the day, I thought going too funny with Batman just didn't fit, and it should be avoided unless it was parody or fanfic. So I enjoyed Batman Forever, but Batman & Robin veered too campy for me, and I wasn't interested in the '66 series. I guess eventually I got a better sense of humor, or maybe it was batmedia as a whole seeming to get too gritty after the Nolan movies, but now I'm all for being silly with it. You can't ignore that you're watching a bat fight a clown forever.

Though I still want a comedic version to be, like, good. I've seen many episodes of Batman '66 now and I think they're great. Hopefully one day I can get around to watching the whole thing. I saw Lego Batman in the theater and was thrilled.

Batman & Robin… I still think is bad. Less because of the camp and more because of the plot and the takes on the characters. Another example is the Harley Quinn animated series. I enjoyed much of it for the first three seasons, but ultimately I had to stop watching because the serious/comedy balance was off for me. Too often it had these serious moments that would affect character growth, and then it would throw them away for a sake of a joke later on rather than… just making a different joke that fits with your plot, I dunno.

It feels hard to say that I "like comics" since they're such a mixed bag by the nature of an 80-year-old franchise. I am certainly not having much of a good time right now. 😂 And as a consequence of Batman being represented so many ways over the decades, if I said I prefer the comics over other iterations, would that really mean anything? … Well, I guess by saying that, it could mean appreciating the fact that there's been so many takes over the years and that the medium allows that flexibility, that it is like fanfic (or exactly fanfic) and lets someone new come in and say, "But what if it happened like this?" That is a conflict I've felt when enjoying and not enjoying comics. It allows for change… but that can lead to a frustrating lack of continuity, change that comes not from where you understood the character to be from previous runs but almost from wholecloth. Which is all to say, my appreciation for comic Batman is in constant flux.

I can't close out without mentioning Telltale Batman, of course. Enemy Within is the game that brought me back into fandom and writing. A fresh new universe with a lot of room for reinterpretation, not as weighed down by the source material as the comics. (And a heartbreaking batjokes relationship that I still haven't gotten over.) Obviously with the choice system, the tenor depends on how you play, but once again it's a story with stakes that takes the time to add some silliness, so it works for me! (And I let BTAS Bruce guide my primary playthroughs. Except for my first go at the end of Enemy Within. I know Bruce would let Alfred leave but I couldn't do it gaaaahhhhhhh)

[dlwrites]

No. 1 Sentai Gozyuger - 1

I have initial thoughts under the spoiler, but safe to say I enjoyed it. I'll probably post more thoughts after rewatching and I alreasy can't wait until next week.

The not-so-good

I didn't like the choreography of the hold-up scene fight. The hot-dog bit was funny, but the robber sliding along on his ass like some kind of slapstick comedy icon didn't do it for me.

Hoeru is going to become one of those reds who now can't do any wrong in the eyes of certain offshoots of fandom just because he has an "I don't care" attitude.

The boxing ring seemed a bit pointless. Hopefully that goes away soon.

The good

Hoeru has the potential to be a good character. If they don't lean too hard into the 'too cool for school' aesthetic for him, he may be one of my favourite reds in recent years.

I lowkey ship him and Tsutsumi.

Bringing Iuchi Haruhi back to play Tsutsumi and give him the Kingohger ring was a stroke of casting genius. Even if 'mix and match red actors with different seasons' doesn't become a full on gimmick, I enjoyed it this first time.

Having 'Engage' as the beginning of the transformation with a ring-themed device is hilarious.

Similarly, the mooks being religious style bells is fun and fits the aesthetic well. I'm not sure how far they'll take it, but with Fire Candle and Bouquet in this first episode and the spoilers I've seen for upcoming villains, I think we're getting a wedding sub-theme for at least the front half.

(I'm not sure why. I'm half-brainedly coming up with something about wedding the 50th team to the 49th season so we make the anniversaries tally again, but I can't figure it out yet).

I liked using the Tega Sword toy in the cockpit. I thought that was fun and is a good way to tie in the mecha toy with roleplay items. Smart marketing there.

"The hand sword" is funny. I wonder if we'll get other body parts. "Foot spear." "Chest shield."

[keyenuta]

1. For me it has to be Nataruk, Albrecht's journal, and the rumbleJack

2. Yes. But on a serious note, I think I prefer both, usually switching to either depending on my mood. Though it's always fun using the Nataruk to go sharp shooting, so if I had to say a favorite, long range!

3. Lightning! all day everyday, lightning powers are so dang cool!

4. The grandpa speeder, Volt! He's still one of my favorite frames and if I'm not using Limbo I'm using him 90% of the time

5. Albrecht Entrati, I'm a massive sucker for mad scientist characters, and especially failed mad scientist characters! So yeah this fail old man is definitely my favorite so far.

6. Ballas, The Golden Incel. He's a good villain I'll admit, but dang does this man make me feel the strongest eugh in my life.

7. The Hex, this may be recency bias, but I love this faction so much! From the 90s aesthetics to the interactions we can have, this thing is right up my ally. Though if I had a second favorite, it's a toss up between the Holdfasts, and Vox Solaris

8. The Void, it's such an interesting concept for me, especially with everything we've learned so far with Wally himself and how he acts. Like an Eldritch trickster sounds so scary, but also really fun.

9. Umbra Hooded scarf, I need this for my drifter so bad I swear.

10. The Lotus Ephemera, mostly because of nostalgia since that was my first one.

11. Ki'Teer Ephemera, the glow on it never works with any of my fashion frames. Plus I'm not a fan of the diamonds.

12. Ooh that's a good question! I want to say ordis, but I think at the moment I'm leaning towards Cy.

13. Normal volume, I'm not really annoyed by him

14. The Second Dream. After playing that quest, I just knew I was gonna be with this game for the long haul

15. Steel meridian, Arbiters of Hexis, and Cephalon Suda

16. The Cruel Victory, mostly cause I remember when railJack first came out they had a birthday chart game where you went to see what your railJack would be named, and I got this!

17. Kavat! Though sadly I don't have one.

18. This is what you are. It's iconic, and the moment I heard it in the second dream, it's the song that defines Warframe to me.

19. Teshin funnily enough, though I guess sometimes I think of Ballas the alpha Male podcaster

20. The murmurs. And it's only because of the weird mechanics they have sometimes. But I'd say they're more annoying if anything.

21. I can't remember too well, but I think it was Limbo Prime

22. No, not anymore

23. Excalibur Umbra, I think it'd be nice for him to chill out for a while doing mundane things again.

24. Neutral for the most part! Though I do have a smidgen lean to light.

25. Lua. I love the look of the moon and all the lore potential of it. Especially learning that that was the home world of the empire after they destroyed earth.

26. Necralisk, I love how the infested and Entrati Architecture blend together.

27. I don't remember.

28. Wisp for-ahem totally not obvious reasons...

29. A Warframe head canon I have is that the operator of drifter sometimes jokingly calls Albrecht Grandpa or Gramps after being adopted by the Entrati family.

30. solo usually. It's a habit I got after playing limbo for a while. Plus it's fun just exploring the map or doing some random stuff that comes to mind.

31. PS4, mainly cause of the black part of the palette. It was a free deep black that I was looking for for a while

32. The Australian wildfire Floof

33. Son. No I will not elaborate.

34. "So shame on you, you Orokin! So perfect on the outside, but you're rotted, through and through!" It hits hard for me, especially with how I view my faith sometimes. So yeah.

35. Yup! His name is Thoth! I chose the name because I imagined him as a very nerdy tenno who is almost obsessively fascinated with the void. Constantly probing it and his own powers to see what limit, if any he can find. And because of this I chose to use the name Thoth from Egyptian mythology cause he represents magic, wisdom and often acts as a mediator between the two worlds. Same with Thoth in a way with his exploration of the void. Especially since he loves to gain and share his acquired knowledge with the other tenno. Hoping to help them as best he can.

36. I...can't choose, but it's a Toss up between either Volt or Limbo

@ anyone else who wants to play!

Warframe Ask Game 001

1. Which primary weapon is your favorite? Secondary? Melee weapon?

2. Do you prefer long-range combat or are you a frontliner?

3. If you could naturally inflict any kind of damage, what kind would it be (i.e. heat, radiation, cold, magnetic)?

4. Who was your starter frame?

5. Favorite NPC?

6. Least favorite NPC?

7. Which faction has your favorite aesthetic/architectural design?

8. What’s your favorite piece of Warframe lore?

9. What’s your favorite Operator accessory?

10. Favorite ephemera?

11. Least favorite ephemera?

12. Who is your favorite Cephalon?

13. What volume do you have Ordis set to?

14. Which quest is your favorite?

15. Which syndicate(s) are you allied with?

16. What is your Railjack named?

17. Kubrow or kavat?

18. What’s your favorite track in the OST?

19. Who comes to mind first at the phrase “Space Dad”?

20. Which faction do you hate fighting the most?

21. What was your first Prime build?

22. Do your operator and Warframe wear matching colors?

23. Which Warframe would you take grocery shopping?

24. Are you Sun, Moon, or neutrally aligned?

25. Which planet is your favorite to run missions on?

26. Cetus, Fortuna, or the Necralisk?

27. What are your Railjack crewmembers’ names?

28. Which Warframe is the most attractive?

29. What’s a Warframe headcanon you have?

30. Do you play public or solo?

31. Which color palette is your favorite?

32. What’s your favorite floof?

33. Business, Son, or Master Teasonai?

34. What’s a line of dialogue that stuck with you?

35. Does your Operator have a name? What is it?

36. Who is your comfort Warframe?

[darthbloodorange]

Change Your Mind

Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, (Mentioned), Bucky Barnes (Mentioned), Obadiah Stane, (Mentioned), Thaddeus Ross (Mentioned) Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Implied/Referenced Character Death (Not Major), Violence, Assassination Attempt(s), Murder, Swearing, Threats, Blood, Injury Major Tags: Dark AU, Canon Divergence AU, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Unreliable Narrator Tony Stark (Somewhat?), Villain Tony Stark, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Avengers, Resistance Movement Avengers, Nomad Steve Rogers, Tony isn't HYDRA but he Allies with them, POV Tony Stark Word count: 1500 Code Name: Nomad

Summery: Tony is captured by the Resistance. Embarrassing. But he can make this work for him.

For the: ✦ @capim-tinybang - Amnesty Inspired by Hunter and Hunted by moon_language (fohatic)

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

Tony strains against the men holding him in place as he is marched through the caves. Feinting stumbling on the uneven surface to try to pull himself free.

It stung. He was better than this. Better than to lose to these backward 'freedom fighters'.

He should have been the one to beat them. Not the other way around. Fuck them.

Though it mightn't be for naught. Up close, he can catch details. Identify them. 

Barton was not much of a shock. Figures that when SHIELD went down, he'd look for new employment. Why not sign up with the group that took down your previous employer. It was a sign of strength and intelligence, as his mentor Stane would say.

The other guy was more of a shock.

The Asset. HYDRA was looking for their favorite tool. Worried it had gotten damaged and was left somewhere rotting. There would be only so much they could do to reverse the damage of decay if they found him too late. HYDRA was spending a lot of resources looking for their Winter Soldier, even reaching out to Tony, not wanting it to fall into others' hands.

It had apparently. 

One final bend in the cave takes them to the resistance leader. There, the man sits, leaning back on his throne. Unbothered. Running his fingers of his right hand through the fur of his open collar. His bare chest was exposed to the cold damp air of the cave.

The throne he sat on was made of bone, antlers, and broken bits of tree. It was a little naturalistic for his tastes, but he could appreciate that the man had a theme.

While several theories were floating around on the various identities of the pseudo-military resistance band. Nothing was known about 'the Nomad'. No voting history. No medical records to be found. No SAT scores. Nothing. To all intents and purposes, the Nomad had just walked out of a forest and into their world.

Barton and HYDRA's stolen toy shoved him to his knees in front of the Nomad. His knees cry out at the sudden shock. Tony bites back a groan of pain, not wanting to give the bastard in front of him the satisfaction.

The Nomad stares him down with a hard expression, meeting Tony's eyes unflinchingly. Almost unblinkingly. Making something deep within Tony squirm.

There was something off about the man. Something deeply wrong and unnatural... despite his outward aesthetic.

Uncomfortable, Tony draws his attention elsewhere. To the feeling of warm blood, pooling around his knees. Focusing on the shame that this man and his lackeys had made him bleed. Turning it into anger.

Tony looks around the space, looking for something that might allow him to escape or gain an advantage.

He then notices the skulls. Thousands of them piled up around and behind the throne. Not the odd misshapen rocks and bits of debris he'd thought them to be initially.

Looking at them, he notices that carved into each of the skulls is the organization they had belonged to. 

The Nomad shifts, grabbing the skull that rested under his right elbow and from his belt a knife. He starts carving. 

The skull is fresh, Tony realizes. The bone hadn't fully dried nor been in contact with the air for long. 

"General Ross' head of security is dead." The Nomad states, curt and sudden. Causing Tony to jump slightly. 

Tony snarls. 

"He's currently vetting their replacement, who will kill him," Nomad continues, matter of fact.

"And? Do you think I can't stop you? That I can't work out who your plant is?" Tony says, "Telling me was a mistake. I'll get out of here and flush your rat out of the system."

Nomad gives a sharp grin that quickly disappears. "It didn't matter if I told you or not. It will happen."

"Your overconfidence..."

"Certainty."

"Oh, fuck off."

"There is no 'rat' for you to flush, Mr Stark. There is no fault in the system that you can fix. It doesn't matter who is chosen. They will kill General Ross when they take the job."

Tony stills. Trying to work out how that fuck that could be possible. Coming up empty.

Nomad blows on the skull, throwing dust into the air. Rubbing the carving with his thumb as he inspects it. 

He turns the skull around to face Tony. On its forehead is written "SHRAAVC"

"I would have thought, given your reputation, that you'd have come up with a better acronym." The man grabs one of the two skulls sitting on the throne beside his left knee. 

Tony scoffs. "Yeah, well. It was shorter. But then, people were stupid and wouldn't obey. So, a new section was added to bring order to the world."

"I thought that was the excuse you gave for the original," Nomad says, focused on his carving. 

Tony glares... to the man's complete disregard.

"I suppose I shouldn't be all too surprised. HYDRA was never that original," Nomad flicks away a chip from the bone as he talks. Not even looking up at Tony. As if his creepy little work of art was more important.

"No, they're not," Tony says, "But they're useful if you need to move a piano or a dead body or slip something through the parliament."

The skull is turned around. Carved into its forehead is the logo for Stark Industries. 

Cold floods through Tony. 

"I doubt I need to explain," Nomad says.

"So, I'll supposedly be dead soon?" Tony scoffs. More angry at the spark of fear ignited within his chest than at Nomad, but directing the anger at the man anyway.

The man picks up the last skull. Chunks of flesh are still hung from the bottom. Giggling slightly as begins carving away at it.

"You think that you'd be able to get somebody past my system-"

"Already did, pal," Nomad says, sounding bored.

Tony ignores him. "And then you'd, what? Somehow manage to kill me? Why not try to kill me now, while you have me? You'll stand a better chance here. But then, I'd love to see you fail. 'Never interrupt as your enemies make a mistake' and all that."

The Nomad gives a non-committal hum. Unbothered and unconcerned. "I've already succeeded. You, Mr Stark, were not our target. We already got what we wanted from your inner circle."

Tony's world freezes. For a short moment, all he can hear is a high-pitched buzzing in his head. Everything feels like it is tilting left. Slipping out of alignment. Wrong. Nothing making any sense.

'What?'

That can't be true. It had to be a lie. A trick or something.  Or a fortuitous stroke of fucking luck on their part.

There's no way...

"What?" he says. The word feeling thick and heavy in his mouth.

Nomad turns the skull around. Book-ending the engraved Stark Industries logo is two stars.

"Obediah Stane. Your mentor. The man who has the ear of Iron Man."

"Fuck you!" Tony shouts. He pulls himself back quickly. "I was going to kill him anyway." True. But he had wanted to see the look of pride in the man's eyes as he killed him.

"I don't doubt it. But who will you confide in now? Who will give you direction now?"

Nomad gets up from the throne and walks over to a shelf carved into the wall. Nearly a dozen heads sit there proudly, all engraved with the insignia of the organization they led. Stane is placed beside Pierce. 

"We're not looking to kill you if you could help us... how'd you put it; move a piano? Shift dead bodies," Nomad says.

"Why'd you think I'd help you?"

"I believe that, deep down, you are better than what you've become."

"Oh, great. Good-ie!" Who the hell does he believe he is? Some bloody saint? Tony rolls his eyes. The man is gorgeous, but nobody is pretty enough to pull this bullshit. "Look, I bill by the minute. You don't look like you have cash, and I'm not taking payment in skulls. But I'll settle for blood. Yours, preferably." 

He'll be the one who brings the world the Nomad's head on a platter. He'll get the credit for unmasking him, as it were.

The Nomad states at him over his shoulder, then laughs. 

Slowly, the man begins making his way over. 

"You may not believe. But I do." Nomad says. "My faith's always been in people. And I choose to believe in you. Underneath the rot, there's good in there." Nomad crouches in front of Tony.

Tony scoffs. Then meets his eyes.

His body freezes in place.

'Those eyes.'

'No.'

Tony frantically searches the man's face. Things snapping into place... making sense suddenly.

'Oh, God.'

The beard does a lot to hide him.

"Those I choose to trust never let me down," the man says. "Don't worry. You won't wonder the path of recovery and redemption alone."

Captain fucking America then holds his hand out for Tony to take.

THE END

[suethesocks]

Do ya watched the new Spider-man across the spider-verse's cartoon?

Hello person who asked me a question all the way back in november of last year, im so sorry for making you wait so long for such a basic answer 😭😭

hopefully to make up for this, if i yap enough itll be like a years worth of answer, so strap in

To answer the question though yup!! I watched ATSV around a month after it came out. At first i wanted to watch it asap in cinemas but unfortunately it was banned here in egypt because of the fricking. Trans pride flag that appears for 2 seconds in gwens room in the blurry obscured background so that sucked

After waiting a long time for it to have a digital release eventually i gave in because the spoilers were getting too unavoidable and just watched a camrip with my friends in their house. Which was very unfortunate but i still enjoyed it. And i definitely enjoyed rewatching it like 5 times since then when the digital release was out

I think the movie visually innovates even more than the first one did. Theres nothing i feel was lacking they really did build up on everything from ITSV and then some. Everything was so beautiful and full of life and all the designs be it new characters or old are just so good and the animation and aesthetics are top notch. Its the kind of movie you watch frame by frame on purpose

I do think the movie was hurt by being a half movie though, as it does very much feel like half a story. I do like that gwen goes through something of an arc in this movie so at least *something* gets concluded. And its nice to have an implied transfem character take center stage!

I enjoyed a lot how grown up miles feels in this movie, especially when you contrast it with some early production deleted scenes and the teaser clip they released a long while ago. There he felt like he was still his ITSV self still sort of needing to prove himself, but in this movie he really does feel like he has grown. And for that im thankful i wouldnt want the movie to basically just repeat his arc twice

I mean it kind of is the same arc but its from different perspectives (which i dont think is ideal tbh and i wouldve appreciated a third direction but oh well) in the first movie he felt the need to prove himself and that theres a chance he could be Spider-Man. He wanted the other spiders' approval and to get to be just like them. But in this movie hes more confident and knows his place, this is a kid that knows he's Spider-Man, and he dont give a fuck what you say. Hes got the whole world telling him he doesnt have it figured out and maybe even his brain is saying that to him too but hes still gonna be like "no, im right youre wrong. debate over"

And at the same time it doesnt feel like stubbornness. He takes the time to understand the situation, assessed it smartly, comes up with his own conclusions, and acts accordingly. This miles is definitely not just a kid anymore (so much so that to this day im actually still suspicious that miles was meant to be 17 or 18 but they decided last minute they didnt wanna have that big of a timeskip)

Spot was pretty great in this movie too. I knew from the start that despite being sort of a nothing-villain in the comics spiderverse was gonna have a looot of fun with him, especially ever since i saw that one piece of art they released way back before even the teaser i believe, which had spot with sketch lines above him like the shapes guidelines you draw when doing a rough sketch. And they certainly did not disappoint there hes definitely reality warping with a capital R W. Really i got no complaints about spot i think hes a fantastic villain, though i wish the movie took him a little more seriously. Just removing that "i think he kicked his own butt haha!!!!" scene wouldve made all the difference in the world imo

miss cheng cameo goes hard

Miguel is probably the most conflicting thing for me in this movie, i cannot decide if i like this adaptation of him or not, though im leaning towards not i think. I will say im glad to finally have a piece of media where Spider-Man 2099 is like the main focus finally, hes the main character next to miles and gwen. Ive been a fan of his 90s comics for as long as ive been a fan of comics, and other than SM Edge of Time he never got his moment to shine really. Now this absolute unit of a man is coming in and absolutely stealing the show whenever hes onscreen. It was nice, as a longtime SM2099 fan to see now in 2023 just miguel fanart and miguels ass n titties everywhere on my timeline

They do get a lot of stuff right with this adaptation, even small stuff i wouldnt expect just anyone to get. Like his talons!! Most people draw them like long nails like typical claws but they actually extend from under his finger like a hook, and i was so glad to see the movie get that right haha. He also has.... a cape. He doesnt really use it which like i hate but maybe capes are too much trouble to animate idfk. He has his fangs and was gonna use them on vulture (loved vultures design so fucking much btw) so clearly they remembered he can inject paralyzing venom so that gets huge thumbsup from me even if he doesnt get to actually use it

This movie also gets miguel so right in terms of characterization. Nothing will ever beat Chris Daniel Barnes' take on miggy but Oscar Isaac does a great job in his own right as well and is definitely a take i can accept, im just probably too used to hearing chris barnes' voice playing EoT so many times over the years. And its great to have a hispanic actor doing the voice this time!! In general i love the fact that he has darker skin and speaks a bit of spanish in this movie, atsv rememberes miguel is half hispanic more than the comics themselves seem to sometimes haha

This miguel talks like how comic miguel talks he quips how he quips he has the same sarcastic deadpan humor hes funny and snarky and talks like hes smarter but not in an arrogant way because he can kind of back it up. He also fights how i imagine miguel would fight he uses his claws he gets brutal, shits AWESOME. When it comes to dialogue and interactions, this miguel definitely lives up to how i imagine Peter David wouldve written him

Whats really bothering me about miguel is how, despite them nailing the characters personality so so well, the movie also seems not that interested in him and his lore and world at all. He just doesnt have the love and care and history that Peter B Parker seemed to have

I mean, if its still in the year 2099 then wheres Alchemax? The whole point of SM 2099's comics is that Alchemax is a megacorporation thats infected most corners of life. It should have a looming presence EVERYWHERE, but its not even here as an easter egg. Which i have to say is quite bizarre considering Alchemax ALREADY exists in this universe front and center so why not even a reference. I think this is such a crucial part of SM2099's mythos that removing it is genuinely a problem for adapting Nueva York. Not to mention the complete lack of any sort of cops or security at all, again a looming presence that should definitely exist in 2099. Without those aspects Uptown becomes just like any generic futuristic city (when it should, at least, be a generic DYSTOPIAN futuristic city, lmao)

Also the movie's lack of interest in having any references to Gabriel or Conchata or Dana what so ever. I get that this is bordering on fan service but idk, at the very least Dana right??? I mean she dies in the comics, surely part of what miguel longed for in that alternate universe he went to was that Dana still lived there so why not nudge to the fans a little. At least through the form of having miguel comic scenes show in the slideshow thing he made for miles (though i get not having any miguel scenes there, since miguel probably wouldnt intentionally reveal his past to someone just like that)

I mean come on this movies so uninterested in any fan service in general when it comes to miggy. No references to comic covers or something no calling miguel S-Man he says shock ONCE, i feel like its the little bits of fanservice like that that dont like overbear on the story but really add a lot by nodding to the fans and showing that you did a lot of homework

Theres also the weird way they revise his powers here, seemingly working in the form of regular doses he takes to give himself powers rather than be powers he has like the comics, and the lack of organic webbing. Theres also no reference to his enhanced vision as far as i remember. And i have NEVER been a fan of miguels suit having advanced tech built into it. The watch is one thing, the holographic cape and nanomachine esque suit which uses energy and the laser webs and energy spikes he uses to latch onto stuff its all just ehhhh i never vibed with that in the comics and i definitely dont like it here (save that shit for the white suit at least if youre gonna go that route)

This lack of interest in his powers also means, if theres no alchemax looming existence in the world, and the movie intentionally REFUSES to give us a "my name is miguel o'hara" moment to go over his origin, then we are left with actually nothing to imply alchemax even exists in this world

Just no real interest in what made Spider-Man 2099 work so well in his world, as a privileged man who went down and saw the real world and realized how wrong he was about just everything and that he must rebel against those privileged like him and more. Who works with a suit made of fabric just like any ol human against super cops armed with armor and guns

Instead he runs a whole society himself (ironically, the only thing to imply alchemax's existence now. maybe this movie is a miguel from after the point in the comics where he takes over alchemax, which would mean alchemax's only implication in this world is that miguel runs a multibillion dollar corporation and uses its resources how he wants. not good...), hes not aggressively anti corpo anymore, he has a teched up suit, and he just ACTS like a ceo. This guy is basically spider-punk before spider-punk was a thing, and yet here he is being in the exact opposite side to hobie!

Honestly if it werent for a few factors like the powers thing id have actually said "wait let them cook" because i wouldve then thought that miguel being so wrong is the POINT of this whole thing like miguel is a sellout and theyre gonna call him out and reference how he USED to be in flashbacks, but i honestly do not believe that was actually their intention despite it actually fitting so well in an almost genius way if it WAS on purpose

It comes off a bit MCU-ish how they almost dont have faith in how cool 2099 is and think the only thing worth "salvageing" is miguel and his attitude, when the world is pretty rich with things fans like me wouldve loved to see either recreated in the spiderverse style or innovated on and made into something completely new and interesting; and also non-fans wouldve loved to see to learn more about SM2099 and his world. I mean half the fandom thought Miguel is a vampire because he has fangs, thats how much this movie doesnt do anything for the world of 2099

Wew that was a doozy, sorry for rambling so much about miguel when talking about movie-not-about-miguel, its just between Miles Gwen and Miguel he was the one i was most starved for content for and he was the one im most educated on and on what i would want to see when i see him onscreen haha

hope this longass post full of insane ramblings of a mad woman was worth the yearlong wait in my tumblr asks shdsjhdsdhs again sorry it took me so long to look at my asks

[mrstsung]

Ask game time!

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who’s your main(s)? (character you play as most often): in most mk games i play shang tsung,kung lao,scorpion,or raiden. The rest i can wing it with but those i can get down quicker than the others on the roster.

who’s your favorite character(s)?: shang tsung(big fat duuuuh!) Kung lao(my first videogame crush,so him baby),scorpion(hanzo hasashi is the only scorpion i will die on that hill). Those 3 are my top 3 faves.

what character do you think is underrated?: honestly,shinnok. I don't understand why he isn't utilized more and better. It's honestly sad and a waste of potential. Although i can say this for a majority of characters especially the "villains" or bosses. It's honestly a crime. A close 2nd is maybe onaga. Like god damn man he could have been so fucking cool.

what character do you think is overrated?: dont hate me but. Liu kang. Specifically fire god liu kang. Like don't get me wrong i love liu just tye very specific one i have in my head. Like i feel the story revolved too much around him. It was worse than johnny cage and the bladedashians and special forces trying to take center stage. And that was awful. But sadly,how they did liu kang was worse because they could have wrote it better. In fact it felt like it was leaning into liu becoming what he hated and we could have had shang tsung,lao and raiden teaming up to stop liu. Liu realized what he has done and then stop the bigger bad and exile and atone for what he's done? I mean holy shit man talk about waste of potential.

character you hate having to fight against?: ok you mean in game or as if i was actually in mortal kombat? Well. Gamewise,i still get scared fighting shao kahn,even if he isn't at his best. It's still scary. Look childhood gamer trauma rage is a bitch. (Looking at you mk:sm/mortal kombat shaolin monks for the ps2!) But one I'd be scared to fight irl would be a bit of everyone but shang tsung. Oh not because he could kick my ass,that's a given. But the fact that soul snatching sexy sob would know i like him...a lot. And that magic is scary af man come on. He can shapeshift,shoot flaming skulls,suck my...soul. with 500+yrs of martial arts experience. Wtaf,how could you not piss your pants in terror?! But anyways. Shao kahn overall tho. (Fucking bastard owes me still)

how did you get into the series?: mortal kombat shaolin monks for the ps2. But shortly after that i started to play the og arcades more. Mk2 to be specific. Then i saw the mk 95 movie. Good shit,even to this day. Mk could learn a thing or two about its roots but that would require nrs to give a fuck.

what was the first entry you played?: see above.

favorite entry in the series?: mk shaolin monks. Mk2. Somewhat of deadly alliance. Maybe 3 or 4 but im very picky with it. As much shit as i gave mk11,I'd rather take it than mk12/mk1(2023) fr. The only good thing about it is shang tsungs voice actor,and even then i just am sad how they've done things. Not even for blorbo is it worth the money or investment.

favorite entry-specific (re)design, if you have one?: honestly i prefer mk11 aesthetic wise minus a few personal nitpicks. But overall visually it's beautiful. So yeah. Mk12/mk1(2023) all it has is aesthetics and none of the spirit of mk. Honestly it feels like one big joke or excuse to do a movie cheaply as possible. I dont know man,i just am sad about mortal kombats current state. If you were an old fan like myself,you'd understand. Im not saying some things aren't interesting ideas,i just feel the execution of said ideas have been piss poor and some things honestly should have stayed in drafts. I feel they are trying too hard rn to be "relevant" and not give out a good story. Or just reinventing their own lore....AGAIN. and it's annoying at this point. So much many people are making their own lore and shit because canon lore sucks. The world Building in mk has never been solid and thats it all weakest point imho.

favorite canon ship?: i only do self shipping. I dont care for canon ships. Or canon x canon ships.

favorite non canon ship?: same thing as above.

if you could pick a guest character, who would you pick? (can be as detailed as you want here): duke nukum. It's about fucking time. But they'd butcher him now. So im not sure.

if you could pick a character from any of the earlier entries to bring back, who would you choose?: honestly they need to get their story right before adding any characters to the roster otherwise to me its lip service. But I'd love bo rai cho to return. Plz. For the love of elder gods,can i have funny drunken master back?!

which do you prefer doing first/more: completing the story mode or completing towers?: honestly if local play/ vs mode is shit. Towers and storymode mean nothing. If you can't 1v1 your friends in the same room. I dont want it. But I'd play towers above storymode. I'd love storymode more. If the story was actually good or consistent or konsistent in this case ;) . But fr in all seriousness,nrs NEEDS to get their head in the game anf out or corporate ass,if they wanna see this not blow up in their face once hype dies down and people move on to something else. Which it will happen. And is happening.

favorite fatality?: honestly i fucking love shang tsung soul swapping inside the opponent and exploding/killing them from the inside. Fucking simple but badass af. Like fr imagine seeing that shit irl,terrifying. Which is what we need. It's so extra. But it fits. Other than that. There isn't many fatalities i dont like. Cept mk11 johnny cage but thats because it goes on too damn long. We get it johnny!

favorite stage?: honestly shang's throne room,warrior shrine,the deadpool,and visually? Shirai-Ryu fire gardens. Absolutely stunning.

favorite stage theme / ost?: all of mk(original),mk2,and mk shaolin monks tracks are the best. Mk shaolin monks for atmospheric ambiance. The og arcades the first mk and mk2 for absolute bops. Tho deadly alliance has good dance and tencho edm vibes. Tho everyone can kollectively agree that the og theme is the best. Come on man!

opinion on any of the non-game media? (the live action films, mk legacy, the animated mk legends films, etc): ok mk95. Still is the goat for a reason. Mk legends films are good visual and animation wise but story is too fast paced for my taste. And can be better but still ironically,better than the current games storywise. I hate to say it but yeah. Honestly they haven't made and non game media for me that really speaks to me yet. But if they do. I'll let ya know.

skin / kosmetic you want to be in mk1?: dont care for mk12/mk1. But if they could bring back mk9 shang red robe jammies for shang that would be appreciated. Give me that much plz.

do you prefer hanzo hasashi or kuai liang as scorpion?: if you say anything else but hanzo hasashi you need to log off and not talk to me ever again. Hanzo hasashi IS SCORPION. anyone says otherwise is not a mk fan. Period. I will fight you!

which character reveal for mk1 shocked you the most?: like i said. I do not care for the new game. It's more pissing me off that shang tsung who has been a staple for mk is reduced to dlc. Twice. And you can't even get him rn in the new game less you got money or pre order codes or some shit. And that's why i feel that the new game is shit. Because you shouldn't have to pay money for a half baked game. For a character you should have already had. Especially if they are a main focus in the storymode. So yeah. Nothing shocks me.

have you ever cosplayed an mk character? if you haven’t, would you want to, and who would you choose?: i have. I have done 95 shang tsung. And am going to do a genderbent fem hanzo hasashi scorpion (THE ONLY SCORPION IS HANZO I WILL STILL STATE THIS. ONCE AGAIN!) soon. So stay tuned. Future cosplays I'd love to do is fujin,kung lao,kitana,and a genderbent Johnny cage (jenny cage?)

do you have any cool merch? (figures, posters, shirts, etc): got some cool shirts and a few cosplays and little stuff like that. Pendents. But i wanna get some figures but holy shit dudes it's expensive. Oof. But some day. Some day. I will obtain that scorpion figure. Some day. Wish they had shang tsung merch more. Ugh.

[half-man-half-lime]

Okay, let's talk Netflix One Piece, spoilers below the cut.

Hard to sum up my thoughts, I guess... better than I expected before the second trailer came out, worse than after I got my hopes up? There were a lot of great moments, and a lot of very confusing choices.

Like, casting-wise Iñaki Godoy is great for the role, he really embodied Luffy very well. Same for Emily Rudd as Nami, that felt very natural.

The rest.... Eeehhhhh? Mixed feelings. They were mostly good, although Mackenyu felt like maybe 70% like Zoro? Jacob Gibson as Usopp was okay, but Usopp needs to feel more childish, at least IMO.

Sanji was fine. Less of a disgusting creep, which was nice. (On a similar note, points for not doing tons of fatphobic jokes about Alvida! She actually seemed like a cool villain!)

Funny that they kept Usopp's one-on-one fight with Chew but Hatchan vs. Zoro didn't make the cut, honestly I wish they sold Usopp's internal conflict in that fight better, that was one of the big scenes that originally sold me on his character in the manga. I also missed the Usopp Pirates as part of his characterization, I wouldn't have cut them.

Same with Rika bringing the rice-balls to Zoro in the bar instead of sneaking into the prison yard, that kinda reduced his character in those moments to "being nice to kids" instead of "respecting and reciprocating the effort and sacrifice of a major act of kindness".

The Baratie stuff was... Look, I understand the budget and time constraints that made them cut the Don Krieg fight, he's honestly not the most memorable villain, but those episodes got kinda boring? You could tell when they were padding because it was either "Zoro falls down a well" time or "Zoro is in a coma" time, and those moments fell pretty flat.

Actually speaking of, were there budgetary reasons why there was so little blood when Zoro got injured? Shouldn't be a big deal except they kept remarking on how much blood he was losing, made it more jarring when the script and the visuals didn't match up.

And little changes around the Arlong plot didn't work so well for me. Nami keeping her plan a secret from her sister and the village felt like a pretty good character decision tbh, she sold that self-blaming motive enough that it seemed right. The walk to Arlong Park happening before Nami failed to stop the villagers from doing an uprising was worse, that should have been her breaking point, when she couldn't stop her loved ones from sacrificing themselves. Not a big thing, but yeah. And Arlong hunting Luffy down and fighting him once before also detracted from that final conflict, because Luffy and the Straw-Hats can't really come off as punk-ass kid underdogs when everyone's already taking them seriously, Luffy kicking the door down doesn't mean as much when he's already being scrutinized.

Mostly the aesthetics were a decent blend of silly and gritty, although I would have leaned wackier in a lot of smaller parts. Like I said in another post, it takes serious skill to make characters yelling out their attack names come off as cool in live action, and they threaded that needle even when Buggy threw his crotch at people.

There were some fun choices too! Buggy stole the show, and I never found him all that interesting most of the time. Then again my One Piece OC is from a circus so maybe I'm biased towards certain aesthetics. I dunno, he was over the top in all the right ways. Somehow he came off as entertaining despite dressing like a Mad Max character trying to be the Joker.

Arlong was a good villain too actually! Different kind of hammy villain, but it was fun to watch him be a tough-guy shithead with those ridiculous prosthetics, felt like exactly the right amount of weird and silly.

I liked the more in-depth use of Kaya's mansion as a setting too, it was way more distinctive than just fighting some pirates on an island, and the dark of night made it very atmospheric- some great shots of Kuro's silhouette.

Tonally, it was mostly good! It was fun and silly in a lot of the right places, and the parts that fell the most flat were the ones that didn't have much levity or weirdness to them.

Speaking of... What the fuck did they do to my dude Garp! Look, I tried to go into that subplot with an open mind, but it felt kinda pointless at the end. First off, why is he so severe! Garp is a goofy meathead like Luffy! Why can't they let him be dumb and funny! It was so jarring to see him talking about strategy over a dramatic game of Go, same guy who falls asleep mid-fight and makes his men fix the wall he just busted through for dramatic effect. And it's because... He wants to stop Luffy from being a pirate and/or test him? Honestly who cares! I have no idea why that was what they chose to insert from out of canon instead of... I dunno, anything more relevant or interesting? Bringing in Smoker early as an actual nemesis? Buggy's quest for revenge with Alvida? Some bigger Baroque Works foreshadowing?

But overall, it did catch my emotions in a lot of great moments. Fun, heart-wrenching, exciting, dramatic, all the good stuff.

[loner4-life]

And they were Roomates!

Don't @ me for the shit ass title or I'll come for you toes.

Tags: soft Dom Sero,demisexual reader, chubby reader, fem reader, oral (fem receiving), virgin Reader, lots of asking for consent because consent 👏 is 👏 sexy, mentions of insecurities, I am a firm believer in the Hispanic sero headcannon, sero has nipple piercings (fight me), think I got all the tags 🤷‍♀️

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You sat at your desk shuffling through reports of mishaps that had happened that week.

Having to fill out paperwork for the villains arrest,collateral damage and details of the event and so on.

You yawned, stretching your arms above your head before setting them back down.

Well when you stretched you caught a whiff of your b/o. "Jesus…" you said  scrunching your nose.

You had come home from work that day sweaty as hell but also tired. You told yourself, "you would bathe in an hour or so.

Yeah, you had just maybe pushed that a little too far because it was dark out now.

You pushed yourself away from your desk before stripping fully and wrapping yourself in a robe.

You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt.

You didn't care much for tight clothing when it came to comfort. You gathered some things you need with you, deodorant, perfume, lotion, etc.

You walked to the bathroom and set everything neatly on the counter. You went to turn on the shower until you realized you forgot your phone.

You walked out and back to your room you grabbed it off your bed and turned to walk out when you heard the front door slam, your roommate had come back.

Sero had a bit of a later shift than you so obviously he'd get home later.

When you and the class graduated 3 years ago it was expected to live in an apartment for a few years, having a roommate made it easier.

Bakugou and kirishima decided to shack up together and Sero would have lived with kaminari but things changed at the last minute.

Don't get him wrong, he absolutely loves living with you, it's just that certain things are difficult.

Mainly the fact that he has had a crush on you since second year, and we'll so did you.

You were both pretty good at hiding it so neither one of you knew how the other felt. You and Sero agreed that living together was a good idea.

You both got along and were way too comfortable with each other, same aesthetics and values.

So when he walked into your shared home and saw you in a robe it wasn't too weird, except the fact that he focused way too hard on how the robe slit up your thigh tastefully, how it parted just enough to see the sides of your breasts.

He kept his cool however.  He gave you a smile as he shut the door, "hey y/n" he said, setting his helmet on the couch.

You smiled back "Hey Hanta, I wasn't expecting you home yet so I was gonna blare music, but even though you're home that's not changing sooo" you teased as you waved before shutting the bathroom door.

Sero chuckled to himself as he sat on the couch to decompress.

You lay against the door behind you,you couldn't get that image out of your head, the way his suit had little tears in it showing off his lean muscles.

The way his hair was tied back,revealing his undercut.

You felt your cheeks warm up as you turned on the shower and took off your robe, hanging it on a hook.

You hopped in the shower and began to cleanse your stench. You began to think to yourself, fantasizing.

You snapped yourself out of it, you should fantasize about your friend, whom you'd known for six years.

The man you live with, but you couldn't help it. And yet you couldn't confess your feelings.

You dismissed yourself a lot, claiming that he wouldn't even want to date you, you felt the way you look wasn't worth his love.

The way your thighs left no space between each other, the way you felt you had to tuck your tummy into every pair of pants you wore in order to feel pretty, especially that you had stretch marks.

However you did have your days where you felt like you were on top of the world, you felt like no man was worth your time.

Those days were rare though, every other day were the same thoughts. But you couldn't be more wrong.

In Hanta's mind you were the most gorgeous women he'd ever laid eyes on. He loved how soft and caring you look.

The way you enjoyed his cooking, the way your hips curved mesmerized him. But alas he had his insecurities as well.

He was afraid to lose you as a friend. What if he did confess and you rejected him, it would make things awkward, what if you didn't want to be around him anymore, he couldn't risk it.

He cared about you too much. You carefully rinsed your body not wanting to get your hair wet.

Not feeling like going through the steps of washing it. You turned the shower off, stepped out and dried off.

You grabbed your lotion and began to apply it when you heard two soft knocks on the door, "hey, you want lazy noodles tonight?" Hanta asked from the other side.

"Yeah that's fine thank you!" You said back as you got dressed.

" No problem" he said, his voice fading as he spoke. You tidied up the bathroom before gathering your things and exiting the bathroom and waking back to your room.

You put your stuff away before asking your way to the kitchen where you saw Sero pouring water from the kettle into two cups of noodles.

"Welcome" he smiled, handing you your cup. He grabbed his before getting ready to go to his room with it.

Figuring he'd do some paperwork work as well. You spoke up though, "hey uhm Hanta, you wanna watch a movie or something?"

You asked as you walked into the living room. He shrugged as he followed you.

" Yeah, that sounds nice, wouldn't mind pushing off my paperwork to hang out with you." He smiled, patting your back as he sat on the couch.

You sat next to him with the remote before you put on some cheesy horror movie so you wouldn't have to pay serious attention to it.

The two of you began to eat your food as you discussed what had happened on each of your patrols.

You truly enjoyed spending time with him. Everything about him made you fall for him. His smile, his laugh, the way he looks at you when you talk to him.

He truly listens and cares. "Your patrol sounded crazy!" He said as he slurped his noodles.

You sighed as you smiled. "It was exhausting, and we got to do it again tomorrow" You said as you stirred your broth.

"Hey Hanta? Can I ask you a question?" You said, tilting your head curiously.

"Of course Y/N" he nodded. "Is being a pro hero everything you expected?"

You asked fiddling with a piece of your hair. He pondered for a moment, "Well… I think we all expected a lavish life at first, so sharing an apartment isn't how I expected my career to be at first.

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He spoke. "Oh…" you said, looking away. He realized how what he said must have sounded.

" Of course I mean I love living with you!" He panicked, shaking his hands dismissively.

"Seriously, I'm over the moon I get to live with someone I'm super close to." He smiled.

You smiled back, "I like sharing this space with you too hanta."

You thought about asking him a deeper question but didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He read you like a book though.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, setting his cup on the coffee table. "Oh it's nothing-" you said. He hummed.

"It's obviously something, your leg's shaking" he said gesturing to your bouncing leg.

You sighed, "did you expect a hero career to be so… lonely?" You said looking at him.

"Do you feel lonely?" He asked. "Well not in the way you're thinking, of course I'm not lonely in the people I hang out with area.

I just mean well…. romantically" You said turning red. "Ahhh '' he said understandingly, "well now that you mention it… no I didn't… It is quite lonely."

He said quietly. You cursed yourself for ruining the mood.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" he rested his hand on your thigh, "no no its ok" he smiled taking his hand away.

You missed the contact already. Sero looked at you guiltfully if he was being honest with himself.

Here he is head over heels for you but too scared to say it and you're over here feeling lonely.

You felt the atmosphere turn awkward. Should you say how you feel.

You had never felt this way about someone, you had never even been with someone romantically.

You never felt comfortable enough with someone. But Sero, he made you feel warm and bubbly, you felt at ease with him.

"You make me feel less lonely," you said, looking at him in his eyes softly.

He saw how you looked at him, he was looked at like that before he knew what he meant.

"You make me less lonely too~..." He smiled sweetly as he scooted closer to you. "Are we thinking the same thing?"

You said shyly as you leaned forward slowly. "Are you thinking about kissing me?, because I'm thinking about kissing you…" he said breathlessly.

You threw all your fears at the window at that moment. You leaned forward closing the distance between the both of you as you kissed him deeply.

Not in the rough, lustful way, but the sweet, deep,caring way.

You set you cup on the coffee table as well as you placed your hands on his chest, you sat up on your knees gaining heights as your head was above his.

Your hands running up to the back of his head, slipping his hair out of his tie. " y/n…" he moaned quietly.

You pulled away panting slightly as he looked at you with dilated pupils. 

"You've made me feel ways no one else ever has hanta" you spoke. " Can't believe I waited that long to do what you teased.

He smiled as his hand found your hips as he leaned back on the arm of the couch, you sitting in his lap.

The two of you fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.Your chest rested against his as you both looked longingly into each other's eyes.

Simply enjoying the energy that surrounds the two of you. "Kiss me again~" you whispered. He smiled as he pulled you closer to him to connect your lips once more.

You were lost in it, you didn't notice you began to roll your hips into him. He gasped quietly, you sat up quickly.

"I-I'm sorry-" you apologized before he cut you off, "no no it's fine, just sudden." He said brushing thumb against your cheek comfortingly.

"Is there something… more you want to do?" He asked in a teasing tone making you blush. " there is but.." You paused.

Yeah you were a virgin, and you never told anyone, not even Mina. Would it be weird if you told him?

"I've never done this before." You said weakly. "Oh? So I'm your first?" He asked lustfully as he sat up slightly to kiss your neck.

You gasped quietly as you gripped his hair, "yes~" You purred in his ear.

You were suddenly picked up and flipped with your back now being pressed into the couch.

Hanta looming over you, "then let me take you.." He said softly kissing you once again. "Ok…" you said.

He nipped at your neck lovingly as he traveled down your side, making their way up under your shirt, making you shiver.

"So perfect~..." He spoke into your neck. The vibration of his voice against your neck made you moan.

"You're so sensitive honey" he praised as his hand traced the edge of your bra. "Can I touch you baby?" He asked.

You nodded as your cheeks heated up. His hand went under the cup of your bra as he pawed at your tit.

You covered your face with your hand as you turned your head to the side embarrassed.

He kissed your cheek as he cooed, "don't hide from me baby, want to see how pretty you look when you feel good."

He pinched your nipple making you cry out. He pulled his hand away before he grabbed the hem of your shirt, you grabbed his wrists nervously, "don't be nervous, you're ok" he whispered.

He took his hands away before pulling off his own shirt. You blushed before taking your shirt off. "Now we're even," he smiled.

You practically drooled at the sight. His pecs, his washboard abs, the shiny jewelry that adorned his nipples.

"Can I touch them?" You asked, raising your hands, brushing them up, his abs making him twitch, "S-sure, they're sensitive though."

He stuttered. Your hands found his nipples as you twisted the barbells in between your fingers.

He tilted his head up as he shut his eyes in pleasure, groaning softly.

You leaned forward as you took the sensitive bud in your mouth,your hit muscle swirling over it. "M-mí amor!"

He whined as he gripped your hair. You almost evaporated from his moans alone.

You pulled away before kissing his neck. "God you're feisty considering you've never done this before."

He teased you. "I've thought about this a lot~" You teased back. He laughed as he laid you back.

"I think I want a snack before i have my meal.'' He gently took off your shorts. He got down on his belly, his long legs dangling off the couch.

"Have you ever been eaten out before, baby?" He smiled. You shook your head no shyly. He smiled before flatly licked the wet spot on yourpanties.

"H-hanta, want your mouth…please" You whined. "Don't have to tell me twice" he peeled your panties off you, your slick sticking to them.

"So wet for me~" He purred as he began to lick up and down between your folds.

You moaned as your back arched slightly. You grabbed his hair like it was a handle bar.

He sucked you clit as his hands dug into your hips, pulling you into his mouth like a starved man.

"Hanta! So good!~" you cried as you bucked your hips into his mouth. You could already feel yourself reaching that high.

"O-oh god.God.. hanta" you moaned. "So sensitive~" He said as he slurped your cunt.

He pulled away shortly after, as much as he wanted to give you what you wanted, he wanted to feel you cum around his cock so back.

"Why'd you stop?" you whined.He rolled his eyes with a smile as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet before handing it to you.

"Hold that for me" he told you as he stood and took off his pants, standing before you in just his boxers.

You're sure you're bleeding profusely from your nose. "Like what you see honey?" He said as he kneeled back on the couch.

He grabbed you hips and pulled you closer to him making you yelp as you held onto his wallet for dear life.

He kissed you as he plucked his wallet from your hands. He sat up as he opened his wallet and pulled out a condom.

You swallowed nervously as the reality of the situation began to set in. He tossed his wallet to the side before looking back at you.

"Hey just relax…gonna make you feel so good darling" he reassured as he shimmed off his boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as it left the fabric of his underwear.

You reach behind yourself as you unclasp your bra. It fell from your chest as you tossed it among the various articles of clothing on the floor.

His jaw practically dropped as he stared at your chest. "D-don't stare" You blushed. "Sorry you're just… so beautiful and perfect."

He said as he looked at you with sultry eyes as he brought the edge of the condom wrapper to his teeth before tearing it open.

Your face turned impossibly more red as you watched him roll it on his throbbing,dripping cock.

You opened your legs as he scooted closer to you. He brought the tip to your soaked pussy as he rubbed your hole with it.

"Can I?" He asked. You nodded, "just go slow~" you warned. "Of course he whispered as he slowly guided his cock into you.

You gasped as it first entered you, it was unusual to have something that warm inside you,but you weren't complaining.

He bottomed out before looking at you to see if you were ok.

He breathed heavily trying to adjust. "S-so big" You drooled.

You grabbed the back of his head as you kissed him. "Move.. please" he began rolling his hips in and out of you.

It took a moment of discomfort to get past the burn of your cunt stretching to take him all in. The burn soon turned to pleasure though.

"O-oh Hanta yes!" You moaned. You heard him groan in your ear as he gripped the edge of the couch as if he was trying to crush it.

"So tight, fuck" he hissed. "Faster hanta~" He happily obliged, picking up his pace.

You shut your eyes tightly as your nails dug into his back. He gradually picked up speed as you got used to the feeling.

Even began demanding him to go harder. To which he would never disappoint.

You felt as if he punched the air out of your lungs everything he thrusted into you. "U-im gonna..cum.. fuck h-hanta!" you groaned.

" cream on my cock hérmosà~" his hand reached down as he rubbed your clit in frantic circles.

Your legs trembled as the chord in your belly drew tighter, teetering over the edge of climax. "O-Oh God!"

You cried before cumming, you pussy clamping down on hanta's cock.

",¡Oh, Dios mío!, tan apretado, voy a llenar tu dulce coño" he slurred as his pace quickened for a moment as he let out a loud groan.

His hips slowed as you both breathed heavily. He collapsed on your chest making you exhale slightly from the additional weight.

You ran your fingers through his hair. As he kissed your chest, the cold metal of his piercings made you flinch when he moved.

"You did so well mi corazón" he whispered. "Are you ok?" He asked as he traced your body with his fingers.

"Yes, that felt… really amazing" you said shyly as you smiled at him. He smiled back, "I'm glad I got to be your first"

[hotwings0203]

An Ode to the Unseen

Thinkin about readers who feel self conscious, readers who feel like they’re not happy with their weight, readers who don’t feel girly enough or feel too vulnerable because of whatever height they’re at. I’m thinkin about readers who suffer from body dysmorphia, who shy away from looking at themselves in the mirror to avoid seeing their scars, body hair or acne. This is for the readers who feel too submissive and feel like a pushover in their lives, and this is for the readers who feel like they’re too fiesty and not soft enough. It doesn’t matter if you feel like you can’t relate to the stereotypical tropes in writing, or if you feel like you can’t act like a perfectly constructed Y/N in real life, this ones for you💖

A/N: Hello to all reading! I made this on a whim just to tackle some of the insecurities lesser described characters in stories might feel, but this is in no way meant to exclude anyone at all! We all have beautiful bodies, and should own up to it even if we don’t always see the problems we face in writing. Some of these topics might be sensitive to readers or trigger memories that might be disturbing to others, so please heed the warnings! Also the Hawks prompt at the end gets pretty nsfw, so heads up for that hehe

CW: dubcon, manipulating, fluff, slight angst, EDs, body dysmorphia, kidnapping, abuse, degradation, some nsfw, yandere, language, insecurity

You’re ever feeling not particularly happy with your face or body because of an acne breakout, or a rash that won’t go away? Maybe a birthmark that you try to cover up with makeup? Even stretch marks or scars from surgery?

You can bet your ass shigaraki will notice the way you can barely glance at the mirror some days just so you don’t have to see your own reflection when it’s time to go to bed with him.

His obvious and intense stare makes you fidget and gets your skin crawling, but he says nothing that night when he holds you a little too tightly-tighter than most nights he’s with you. The sound of his raspy breaths lulls you to sleep, but when you wake up he’s already gone, out on another mission or at a meeting with the Yakuza.

You feel groggy and gross, and going to the bathroom just to look in the mirror again to see whatever ails your body and/or face does nothing to stop your groan of misery.

You do your business all while turning away from your reflection, not wanting to see a second more of your discontentment staring right back at you while you wash your face, brush your teeth, and meticulously do your hair.

Finally making your way downstairs to the bar, you sit on one of the barstools and hold your head in your hands, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze and no doubt seeing their disgust at your ailment.

But you look up when a soft whirring sound and purple-black tendrils of smoke appear before you

“Young master L/N,” Kurogiri says. “Have you been feeling alright? You retired earlier last night and had the most uncomfortable of expressions on your face, I couldn’t help but notice.”

No matter how much you despised or were wary of Tomura, you knew his caretaker, Kurogiri, had your back. He was respectful of your space, and if he knew you weren’t in the mood for talking then he wouldn’t push you

And so you told him your predicament, opening up about your problem spot(s)

“It’s so embarrassing, Kurogiri. I feel gross and I feel like everyone’s looking at me,” you mumble, putting your head down on the cool polished wood countertop.

He’s silent for a moment or two, before the tendrils of his supposed hands warp into a small portals. They appear again immediately, producing a couple of bottles and place them in front of you.

You raise your head slightly at the sound of sloshing liquid and rattling pills as the bottles are lined up before you in an orderly fashion, and you eye them suspiciously.

“What’s this?” You ask, picking up a tube as your curiosity is piqued.

“Young master Tomura Shigaraki had warned me beforehand of your reclusive nature when you ponder on what cannot be controlled, and sent me a list this morning to pick up some medication that might help you, should you need it. He asked me to bring back every item as soon as possible, so you wouldn’t feel the need to procure anything by yourself and strain yourself unnecessarily.”

You scoff, not buying the surprising act of affection. “So, what, he’s just doing this so he doesn’t have to look at my disgusting (body part of choice) anymore? He wants to come back and see some perfectly molded pet to stare at all day?”

Kurogiri shakes his head, however.

“I know how the young master is perceived to many: abrasive, immature, and brash in his thoughts and actions. He has a long way to go in terms of maturing in the way he views things, and unfortunately he was not blessed with…the best of upbringings, so he truly doesn’t know any better, as you already know.”

You wince internally, feeling slightly guilty now.

“But,” he continues slowly, “he was not born with evil in his heart. He’s just bitter with society, and is desperate for others to know his pain and see the world for what it really is towards those who are suffering. That’s why he is so taken with you, young L/N. Before you came here, he observed your mannerisms and was thoroughly attracted to the way you could see through people’s surface level facades. Although your views on the world may differ here and there, he is desperate to show you that he understands your suffering, and that he’s there for you-“

“-yeah, well, he has a funny way of showing it,” you mutter darkly, memories of chains and dark rooms and various marks on your body flashing through your mind. Even if Kurogiri was telling the truth, it would take some time for you to come around and even begin to try to give yourself to Shigaraki. He was just too volatile, too rough and negligent of your wants and needs. He lashed out at everything you did, and made you feel like nothing you ever did was enough to please his shifty nature.

“Yes, I can understand you bitter feelings towards him,” the black and purple mass hummed in thought. “I have tried explaining how a human girl is to be treated, however, and he is slowly trying to learn. I feel as though he may feel embarrassed at times from his lack of knowledge at such simple social norms, and that is another factor of his frequent temper tantrums. He might be the leader of a powerful villain organization, but when he realizes he has no knowledge of making friends or keeping relationships, it’s an embarrassing blow to his ego. Especially with you, he is especially sentimental and touchy regarding topics that pertain to you. He often will sit here in silence after you two have a, uh, little spat, and hesitantly will seek my advice on how to make things up to you. ”

And you realize with a grimace that he’s right-there are days after you both have a big blowout(usually over the most pettiest of things, maybe you turned away from him while sleeping and he took it as a sign of disobedience, or maybe you didn’t greet him when he came back from an especially tiring mission and he used that opportunity to take his pent up stress out on you) that he’ll come back after storming out of the room only to creep back in hours later with various trinkets in his hand.

You’d be alerted of his presence when the pitch black room is blessed with a yellow ray of light from the opening creaky door as he enters, and you will yourself to continue breathing slowly, as if you were still asleep. But he’s so quiet and stealthy as he comes closer to you, it’s hard not to be surprised and flinch or jump when his arm reaches over you just to place one of your favorite snacks on the cracked dresser next to you.

It’s hard to keep your head down on the dusty pillow and keep your curiosity in check when you feel him breathing down your neck as he lays a stuffed animal on the blanket next to you, and you often wonder where he knows to buy such fragile and innocent things.

Your aesthetic that he so closely has memorized from each singular color to the details of your favorite patterns make a stark, disturbing contrast to his greying, deadly aura. It’s almost impressive that he pertains each gift to your taste when he’s feeling especially sorrowful

“But nevertheless, the master has asked me relinquish these to you as soon as you came downstairs. And, just between me and you,” he leans closer and you do too, finding yourself wanting to know this secret side of your captor even further, “he was muttering something as he left, something along the lines of not wanting you to feel like you had to use these products. I think he was trying to say that he never wants you to feel as though you have to make up any part of your body you feel insecure about to him. He wants you to stay the same way you always are, and if you never adjust to your surroundings here, then he at the very least wants you to be comfortable in your own skin, blemishes and all.”

“This may or may not come as a surprise to you, but he himself knows what it’s like to feel insecure about his own skin and body,” and it comes across so ridiculously innocent and striking to you that such a lethal character such as the infamous Shigaraki would have the same problems a normal, functioning member of society would have: skincare and body insecurity. But the lines, scratches, and scars that litter his face can attest to this notion. How often did he himself avoid looking in the mirror for, not wanting to see his translucent skin, the clawmarks that left bright, angry trails up his face and down the sides of his neck, the cracks in and around his lips and eyes? Is that why he left his hair down skit covered his face, and the hand on top covering him whole more often on than not?

And so you finally open the lid to the tube, testing the feel of its contents that promise your mutinous skin some time of relief.

The door suddenly bangs open, and the man of the hour himself slinks in, nails idly scratching the underside of his jaw as he mutters under his breath to himself.

He lifts his head and sees you and kurogiri at the bar, a tube of ointment in your hand , the lid opened in testing as the rest of his presents are in array all around you.

As if you were accepting them.

As if you were accepting him

He feels his face beat up and his deteriorating body starts to prickle and sweat. He merely scratches harder, his mumbling continuing as he slowly makes his way over to you

You watch his little unsure shuffled towards you, and you can’t help it when your heart twinges as you take in his hopeful yet cautious expression, no matter how hard he tries to stifle any vulnerable emotion

So, in a moments decision of truce you quickly lean forward to whisper to Kurogiri one last favor before turning to see a new light of your captor

“Before I go, I need some things from you, please. By tonight, do you think you could pick up some self care things at the corner store for me? I’m talking face masks, lotions, Vaseline, and hair products.”

“I think if I see him accept himself and care for the body he’s in least for one night, I could be happy in my skin, too.”

Feeling conscious about your weight, whether it’s over or under your preferred look? Please, don’t make Kiri laugh at your naivety

You groaned as you stood on the scale, the numbers reading back at you seeming more mocking than simple statistics

You weren’t meeting your preferred weight, and it was beginning to take a harsher toll on you now more than ever with Kiri around all the time

It was easier to ignore it when you lived by yourself in secluded bliss, where the walls of where you lived couldn’t talk or pass judgement about your eating habits, the times you did or didn’t keep up with yourself as months of promising to do the Chloe Ting workouts turned into forgetful reminders that dwindled down into barely passing thoughts.

Where you had your own, carefully chosen friends who could relate and share the secrets of their insecurities, the little area of pudge that just won’t go away, that upper area of their arms of legs that refused to build muscle even after months of eating straight protein and going to the gym.

You got to choose your own happiness, you got to choose if you wanted to spend countless hours scrolling through social media with your coworkers, gazing in envy at the hundreds of models people swooned over, or if you wanted to call it a day and eat a whole bucket of cookies and cream ice cream while watching a sappy rom com, just because it made you happy

But now, not so much

You could tolerate Kiri gradually distancing yourself from friends who he thought didn’t have the “best interests” for you

You could patiently follow the chipper rules of his house to wait for him when he got home, greet him at the door in nice clothes, and sit down to eat dinner with him

You even started getting used to having his eccentric, loud friends over who bustled and teased you around when Kiri invited them over for a boys night even if that “boys night” ended in them being hurriedly ushered out as he caught a glimpse of you in an accidentally-provocative apron

But your sanity and self worth was slowly started to snap like an overstretched rubber band when it came to trusting your body. Your mutinous, betraying body that just didn’t do what you fucking wanted it to do, that was constantly compared to the models friends Kirishima would bring around, like Mina and Jirou

They were angels, of course, so, so sweet to you

Constantly reassuring you that the new dress your captor boyfriend practically shoved you in in his eagerness to see you in red (his color) fit oh so well on you

They tried to convince you that no, the dress wasn’t stretched too tight on you to be considered healthy, and no, it didn’t need to be shrank in some places either

They tried, they really did

Unfortunately for them however, their relentless support didn’t hold a candle’s light to the body builders and Pilates instructors Kiri would model with for health magazines almost every month

They could never understand what it was like to be in constant doubt and shame when you feel your seemingly mismatched figure, their bodies reflecting healthy proportions in every nook and corner, skin and smooth and soft as a baby’s, with glowing reflections of perspiration

And you always seemed like the only poor unfortunate soul who sat in the corner, sulking and watching ripped muscles and leaned, toned limbs mingle amongst each other to socialize and effortlessly slide inside various apparel that of course fit their body and shaped them in ways you couldn’t even dream of

And it didn’t help that night after night, Kiri would hold you on his lap, bouncing his eager knee as he shoveled bite after bite of food into your unwilling mouth

He infantilized the hell out of you, convinced you were too naive and self-loathing to see your true beauty and how he had to take it on himself to show you what he saw in you

It made you feel pathetic, and helpless. Maybe that’s what you were though, maybe that’s really what he was trying to show you

You felt like you deserved it, anyways

So you stand there, on the weighing machine, feeling the last shreds of self confidence slip down and out of your body, akin to the light tears that splash on the marble bathroom floor.

“Babe? What’re you doing?”

Aw, fuck

You quickly brushed away your tears and stifled your imminent sobs to avoid being coddled as usual by the gentle giant who stood behind you

It frustrated him to no end, no doubt. It didn’t matter how often he’d sit you down and kiss you all over, letting you know how much he loved every precious inch of your body, it didn’t matter how gently he’d cradle your face to force you to look into his eyes just to tell you how beautiful you were, how lucky he is to have kidnapped you

It was never enough for your fragile heart, and he saw it in the way you flinched under his praise and shrunk under his loving gaze that raked over your body that he compared to an angel’s

As if you thought he was a liar, just saying it for your sake

As if you didn’t believe his words, as if you didn’t want to believe his words

As if you were disobeying him

“It-its nothing Kiri, just PMS,” you mumbled, the snot in your nose making you sound nasaly and shaky

“Your period was two weeks ago, and none of your symptoms have ever made you throw up.” He says with a raised eyebrow, his arms crossing as he leans against the doorframe

So he did see you slip out after dinner and head straight for the toilet, huh?

Busted

If he wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve ditched the mild tone kept up for your sake and had you bent over one knee with a red ass just for lying to him

But from the way you quickly step off the scale and attempt to squeeze past him tells him you aren’t just being hard-to-get, you’re not in one of your resistance fits

And he thinks he knows exactly what’s causing you to not-so-subtly shift your eyes from the weighing scale back to your own body, as if you hadn’t already been doing that for weeks now

He just has to make sure

“Did someone say something to you?” He catches your arm and gently yet firmly prevents you from slipping past him outside the bathroom, away from him

“No, no, seriously I just felt sick, I think I ate something weird,” you try to laugh breezily but the waver in your voice does nothing but further increase Kirishima’s aching heart for you

“You sure? ‘Sure I don’t need to go talk to someone who maybe said the wrong thing to you?” And although his cheerful voice holds nothing but playful jest, the dark glint in his eye does nothing to indicate that all he wants is a friendly talk, especially when he tightens his grip on your arm and pulls you so close that you’re nose to nose with him, looking right at him with tears eyes and flushed cheeks

There’s no point in pretending anymore. He might seem like an airhead, but he’s not one of the city’s top hero because of his airy, gentle nature

“Ugh, no Kiri, no one said anything to me. I just…” you trail off, not wanting to feel the inevitable embarrassment you’ll feel when you tell him the truth

How disgusting you feel when you see his buff, toned, chiseled body that’s akin to a Greek God’s compared to yours

How you long to secretly have the right figure to one day be worthy enough to be deemed his partner in a modeling gig, just once, just to feel like you’re worthy of him and his equivalently built body, a body that reflects hard work and perseverance

Something you seldom see or feel in your own mass of distorted limbs

“What is it?” He pleads softly, begging you to let him fix anything for you, to let him be a man good enough for you

You look into his ruby red eyes that hold a puppy-in-love expression, and when you find only adoration for you in them, you can’t help yourself for falling into the trust and care you so desperately want in that moment

“I’m…so tired of not feeling good about myself. About feeling overweight, underweight, seeing bits of pudge and flab in one area and then seeing some thin and gangly areas in others. Like, I just want my body to be normal, to be healthy like all the people you model with. I feel like nothing I do or eat or wear makes my body look how I want it to look, and no matter how much I try it’s so hard for me to see the beauty of what you see in it.”

And finally you can’t bear looking at him anymore, so you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away

Much to his credit, he pulls you in and nestles your head against his chest, letting your tears and snot wet his tank top

“Oh hun, is that all this is?”

You roll your eyes and try to pull back from his chest, but he doesn’t allow it as he simply holds you there, shushing you and rocking you back and forth

“Kiri, that’s a pretty big thing for me.”

“I know, but…why are you so concerned about how they look anyways? I mean, that’s their job, right? To look good for pictures!”

“I don’t understand,” your voice comes out muffled against his shirt.

“What I’m saying is,” he chuckles and soothes a hand through your hair, “is that you shouldn’t compare yourself to people that have nothing to do with your daily life. Like, you wouldn’t compare yourself to a firefighter right? ‘Cuz thats their job, to save people, not yours. Similarly with models and shit, that’s their job to look good. You didn’t sign up to be a model, so you shouldn’t stress yourself to look like them. Plus, it’s not like it has any affect on what kind of person you are on the inside, you feel me? I’ve met some pretty nasty and rude people with killer bodies, but can you guess how much respect I had for them?”

You nod slowly, still not fully grasping his confusing logic but sort of getting the underlying meaning to it

“But it’s hard not to compare my body to theirs when you’re constantly around them.” You admit. “It feels like I’m not good enough either to be next to you when I’m just sitting on my ass, not doing anything” You grip his shirt and let the last of your tears out, accepting his soft and heavy hands stroking against your back and up and down your shoulders

“So? Do you ever see Sero or Denki modeling next to me? Or Mina and Jirou?”

He did have a point.

“No,” you say slowly.

“Exactly, because models and bodybuilders have a job to dedicate themselves to a life of working out. They do it because that’s what a majority of their life goes to get paid for. It’s all superficial, that’s not how the average person is, like the friends I mentioned. Otherwise the whole world would be full of people walking around with ripped abs and giant pecs. Could you imagine some lanky dude like Denki sporting a 12-pack and ripped pecs?”

“Hell no,” you laugh breathlessly, the image so horrifying to you both that you feel the vibrations of his boisterous laughter rumble through you and soothe your emotions.

“Now you’re getting it,” he speaks into your hair, the smell of your shampoo flooding his senses and getting him dizzy along with a treacherously rising boner

“Plus, what kind of man would I be if I picked my girl out just because of the way she looked? I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful-no, beautiful can’t even begin to describe you. Your palms feel so soft compared to mine, your arms are so beautiful when my hands are wrapped around them, your thighs are just the right size, your stomach is such a comfy pillow for me to lay on, and don’t forget your plush, slick, tight pu-“ he rambles on and you can’t help but yelp and clap a hand over his overworked mouth as his shower of body positivity starts turning more lewd…attesting to the bulge you begin to feel pressing against your leg.

But it’s funny, you can’t seem to find yourself being mad at him as your face flushes and you see not ill-intent and perverseness in his warm eyes, but pure and honest devotion to you and to the words he truly means

It softens your heart, and you use a finger from the hand smushing against his mouth to lift and stroke the side of his cheek, conveying your gratitude to him.

It seems he understands, as he takes his forced moment of silence with patience and just looks at you, hoping this time you could really see what he felt for you.

“The thing is,” he says after a minute, gently taking your hand away and turning you around so that you both were facing the mirror, “I love you because of who you are. If I wanted to date some model, I would’ve done it by now, trust me,” and you swat your hand against his chest as he stifles a laugh and turns you to look at your own reflection in the mirror.

“I didn’t take you just for your body. I took you because of the way you smile, the way your laugh is so soft sometimes and then all roudy and crazy and loud the next. I love you because of how passionate you talk about the things you like, the way you deal with problems, the way you treat others. All these things make me want you, so damn bad.”

He lightly rocks his hips into your backside so you can really feel how much he wants you, and you let out a soft gasp

He doesn’t let you move, however, he just holds one wrist in his meaty palm and holds your jaw in the other, positioning you so that you meet his wondrous gaze in the clear reflection.

He knew he was never known to be the smartest in his class, having Bakugo drag him by the teeth to pass class itself, so he hoped you could overlook his lack of vocabulary that so desperately was trying to tell you that loving you went even beyond anything he could barely articulate.

Leaning towards your ear, his breath tickles your lobe as his sharp teeth graze over your goosebump-riddled flesh.

“And if it takes all night to show you how much you and your perfect body mean to me, I’ll gladly take out any words that don’t do the job and show you physically how I feel. And just the way you are, too.”

If there’s one man who could not give one less of a fuck about how dainty, small, feminine, or easy to handle you may or not be, it’s the birdman himself: Hawks

Running errands with him when he allowed it was hell, though it should’ve been a paradise you felt owed for.

It was bad enough that when you hesitantly asked him what would look good enough to wear when you walked next to him as the Number Two hero’s captive girlfriend, he merely shrugged and said “Whatever you want.”

Which was not of any help, due to his excessive mood swings and possessiveness spiking at the most seemingly harmless things, such as you talking to the checkout worker at a branded store, wearing a skirt that he deemed was for “sluts who put out for attention”, or even not looking directly at him enough when he was talking to you.

So just to play it safe, you decided to wear jeans and a cute blouse, one that you thought did well for your figure and yet remained modest enough for Keigo’s liking.

He gave you a warning look before opening the door outside, silently telling you to behave yourself in public

You always did, of course.

It was never enough to keep him less suspicious of you regardless.

Deciding to bag some groceries first, he kept a tight grip with your hand as you both inconspicuously tried to navigate the winding back alleys, avoiding people and waiting in intervals to pass the street

He had a black cap on with a red feather embroidered at the top, sunglasses and a beige and white jacket that had a high collar for covering his face-you might be lucky to have the freedom to wear what you wanted to a certain extent but Hawks wasn’t so lucky

His wings, of course, couldn’t be concealed regardless of what he wore

The two of you luckily manage to snag a few stores here and there, the groceries in both his and your arms weighing down on your bodies, his feathers doing little aid to help when his wings started sagging under the bulk as well

Which is where you both were finally caught by a gaggle of fangirls

You passed the cafe they gathered around outside, and barely had time to register their squints of suspicion at Hawks and his poorly-shrunken vermillion wings before you heard squeals of recognition coming from their group a couple feet back

He swore under his breath, crushing your hand in a death grip and attempting to speed up further away from them

But the Number Two hero wasnt fast enough for his own good, this time

It was almost inhuman how quickly they caught up to you and swarmed around, effectively cutting you two off from trying to escape

They shoved papers, phones, various body parts and markers in his face, trying to get him to sign each and every article they had on themselves

And poor you were caught in the midst of it, being carelessly jostled around as each girl tried to force her way closer to him

The volume of their excited devotion and praise of him was making your head hurt, and you wondered how Hawks was managing to put up such a flawless, easygoing smile and responding to all their questions and comments without having a panic attack or snapping at them

After a minute or two of pure chaos, with the help of numerous feathers the hero-now-victim finished most of the autographs.

“Well, girls, thank you so much for your support and time, but me and my lady should get going now-“

“-wait, that’s your girlfriend?” One asks pointing at you in disbelief

You give her a weak smile and little wave

“Yup, the one and only!” Hawks beams at you with pride, holding you in an endearing headlock

“Wow…you guys are so cute!” Another chimes in after a few moments of silence, and you try your hardest not to fall into your same old patterns, to not embrace your old thoughts and insecurities with such open arms

But old habits die hard, and they certainly aren’t dead yet

Especially when the first girl thrusts a shiny phone at you, fluttering her lashes and baring her teeth in a poor imitation of a smile. “Would you be a dear and take a picture of all of us with him?”

“Uhh, sure, yeah, no problem.” You decide that getting this whole ordeal over quicker would be the best option for you

But as quick as you want this to pass, you can’t help but take an extra second to see the difference in your hands and hers when you take the phone from her hand

While her smooth, small and soft hands are seemingly unmarked, her acrylics accentuating her feminine form, you feel as though your larger ones should hide in shame in comparison

You’re not a slob, not by any means when you go out with him. But what was previously just you feeling comfortable in your own skin of knuckle hair, cuticles here and there, and nails bitten short from the cold stand anxiety of living with such a volatile man starts to turn into a realization of how different you are to these people who are trimmed to perfection

You shake off the sinking feeling in your heart and back up with the phone as the rest of the girls and Keigo line up for posing

The details in the phone camera do nothing to ease your growing timidity

The screen reflects what you see right in front of you- smooth hair, not a frizzy strand in sight blowing with the wind, perfectly manicured hands that are so delicate and small compared to your boyfriends’ gripping his upper arms, desperate to feel the hero’s assets.

They’re all at a perfect height with him too, the heels and boots they wear so easily lining them up at his chest level so they have a perfect view of his pecs and upwards

All of them are so beautiful and uniform, so dainty and careful with themselves. If one of them said that they were dating Hawks, you’d believe that they were worthy of it too

You snap the picture and hand the device over, trying to hide your trembling bottom lip and frigid hands

The girls thank Hawks a plethora of times, give you some once-overs as well as slight sneers and faux waves, and you both head on your way back home again

You’re quiet that night while making dinner

It’s chicken pad thai, one of his favorite dishes handmade by you

No matter how shit you feel your cooking is, he insists you make him a 3 course meal while he takes a shower, leaving a feather behind to watch over you

Usually it’s fine, usually you ignore or absentmindedly swat away the plumage’s less-than-innocent rendezvous trailing around your body, floating behind your neck to tickle you, “accidentally “ falling in your shirt or wedging itself down your pants (no doubt commanded so by Hawks)

But today, it’s silent and still, precariously perched on the edge of the kitchen counter as it observed and picks up the various sounds and vibrations of your movement as you bustle around the kitchen

It picks up on the way you chop the onions a little too aggressively with your large, clumsy fucking hands

Another reminder of how different you are than the average Hawks Fangirl ™

How they sashay and swing their hips around in a perfect circle when approaching him, while you stumble and trip over your own damn feet, the epitome of clumsiness and gracelessness

The feet which never endow heels or boots often because of the height difference it gives you and Keigo, because of the way you try desperately to adorn different slouches and postures to not look so out of place and awkward around him

And while you’re stirring the pasta in its sauce, the feather also picks up on the rhythm of your shattered heart

Shattered so when you remember how the girls sneered at you because you weren’t femme fatale like them, how you just stood there like a fucking mannequin while they cooed well placed praise, and how eloquent sentences flowed from their tongue like honey

You could only wish you ever spoke like they did, or adopted any of their mannerisms that seemed so natural and effortless like them

Your aching heart thudded dully while you scrutinized your miserable self, and flared up into a kicking rate when you realized you shouldn’t even care what your captor or any of his fan girls thinks

In fact, this was all his fault.

You slammed your mixer down, tapping your fingers against the countertop deep on thought

The vibrations the feather picked up was the last straw of its patience, as it alerted its owner to come and address you

Mumbling under your breath at your predicament, you banged around pots and spoons in your anger, failing to notice the plumage silently join its approaching owner, the water from his shower dripping down his wet shoulders and hair

“What’s goin’ on chickadee? It sounds like you’re tryina’ tear down the kitchen.”

You barely spare him a glance over your shoulder as you take in his bare torso, only a towel wrapped around his midriff

“Nothing. Just finishing up dinner,” you mumble.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing. It sounds like your hearts racing a mile a minute. So I’ll ask you again- what are you so upset?”

He yanks a stirring spoon from your hand and uses his grand wings to turn you towards him, a condescending pout on his face as he amusedly takes in your furrowed eyebrows, heated up cheeks and shaking fists.

He wants to keep pushing me? Fine, then I can play his little game

“You wanna know why I’m upset? I’m upset because I’m here against my will, creating problems for myself that I never even wanted in the first place!”

You jab a finger into his chest and his eyes narrow at your impertinent tone.

“Now wait a sec’-“ but you cut him off immediately, nose to nose with him now as you continue to blare at him

“I’m upset because I never feel fucking good enough for my kidnapper. How pathetic is that? Any time I have to beg you on all fours like a fucking dog to go outside I end up regretting it, ‘cause all I see is how flawed I am!”

He’s staring at you with wide eyes now, actually bewildered at the turn your ranting came to. So it’s not just about being kept here against your will, you’re actually upset about not feeling good enough for him?

“Those girls today…they were so perfect and feminine and beautiful and they had such small fucking hands that would fit perfectly in yours like mine never do, and perfectly pedicured feet, and had such pretty voices, fuck, I mean I’d date them too if I were you!”

You ignore the rage and bafflement in his expression, he looks at you like you’re crazy and maybe for the moment you are as you keep mouthing off to him

“So why don’t you, huh? I mean I only go out with you a couple times a year, but you see them almost every day! Girls who have hair that flows like goddamn waterfalls, girls who you could pick up and throw around so easily or at least girls you’re not embarrassed of.”

“I’m clumsy, I can’t walk with grace, I’m not at a height that’s easy for you to look at me with or thats even considered sexy, I probably don’t even weigh anything around you that people would call worthy of being some fit bitch for you!”

At this, you sink to your knees in front of him, almost spent out. You can’t bear for him to see your face, no doubt scrunched up in tears and snot with mussed strands hovering around your face like you just got electrocuted.

Another thing to ridicule yourself about, a fucking crying face. You don’t want him to see another ugly trait about you that he no doubt will snicker about behind your back.

“Isn’t that why you never let me out? Because I’m not cute or good material for tabloids, right? I don’t look good enough or act right for the Number Two hero, and that’s why you’re embarrassed, right? It’s been so long since I tried to last leave so I know you trust me-that means the only reason you hate going out with me and covering yourself up is because you can’t stand to be seen with such a fugly-“

“That’s enough.” His cold voice booms louder than yours, and you startle at that.

“Look at me, Y/N.” The tone at which he speaks leaves no room for argument, but when you continue to look down he snarls and detaches a feather, forcing your head up with it.

“You keep calling yourself all these things, but don’t tell me that moronic is another word you’re gonna add on, right? I mean you can’t possibly be that stupid enough to believe all those things you just said.”

You glare at him, sure that this was just a way for him to get you to shut up.

“I thought living with the Number Two hero would let some intellect rub off on you, but I guess it’s the complete opposite, if anything. Because you seem to have forgotten your place in my house.”

You yelp when suddenly a multitude of other feathers zoom towards you, pulling at your limbs and clothes as they lift you into the air, suspended to a height a couple of feet above Hawks’ eye level.

He just stands there with an eerie smirk on his face as he watches you flail around midair, trying to regain your balance.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re 6’3 and have bigger hands than me.”

With a flick of his finger, the feathers are directed to slam your body into the ground, leaving you wheezing on your back.

“And it doesn’t matter if you’re 4’7 and fall over yourself every time I call for you.”

He stands above you now, hands in his pockets and he smiles down at your curled up body. You look at him cautiously, unsure of what he’s playing at.

“You’re mind because I want you. I want everything about you, your heart, your mannerisms, your soul, your movements-they all belong to me and only me.”

He crouches down to a kneel, gently running a hand through your hair before turning it into a fist and yanking your head up to face him.

“And there isn’t a goddamn thing that’s gonna stop me from having you, when I want, and how I want. You think you have a chance of leaving me, or me leaving you when I, in your words, ‘go out and see beautiful girls like that all the time?’ If I haven’t left you for them by now, I sure as hell never will.”

You decide for now to take the backhanded compliment about being able to leave in silence. In a messed up way, he was proving his loyalty, and right now you needed all the reassurance you could get.

“And why the hell do you care how you look in public anyways, huh? Are you trying to seduce someone?”

You frantically object, and he sneers at your desperation. “Good, because it should only matter what I think, and you wanna know what I think?”

You stare at him wide eyed now as he pulls your head closer to him

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you think you’re some foxy slut or if you feel like a clumsy oaf. Because you wanna know why?”

He starts unzipping his fly with a handy feather, and you mentally berate yourself for pushing him to a point where he has to ‘prove his love’ to you, knowing where this was heading.

“Because when you’re sucking my cock or lying underneath me, it doesn’t matter how tall or short you are. When I tell you to take your clothes off and hump my foot like the good little bitch in heat you are, I don’t care how much you weigh. I’m still choosing you to be my fuckmeat, my obedient play-toy when I want, and I’m doing it with all your ‘flaws’, aren’t I? ”

You cringe when his tongue flicks out against your earlobe and down your jaw, your endeavors of trying to shove him away proving fruitless as he just snarls and bites your neck.

“Even if you think you don’t have the prettiest, smallest, biggest, or smoothest hands, they’re still the hands I’m choosing to play with my balls, yeah? I mean, you should be proud of your fucking sexy and lewd body…look at what it does to me.”

He gestures to his exposed member now which is hard against your thigh. You bite back a whimper as he begins to tear open your shirt with one free hand as the other slips down your pants.

“So be a good girl and show me how proud you are of being mine.”

[honey-makki]

brainrot kinktober- 10/24

pregame

Dry humping: Matsukawa Issei x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight daddy kink, dirty talk, 

word count: 1k

Saturdays were spent lounging around the house. Late homecooked breakfasts, light cleaning or grocery runs, midday naps, and a relaxing evening. Once a month, Mattsun’s old volleyball friends would all hang out, and this time they were coming over to yours for a movie marathon. You cleaned a little more in your living room and kitchen than normally while Mattusn picked up some snacks. You finished the final touches, lighting a candle as he opened the door. After putting the goods away, he collapses on the couch next to you.

 “Not only did I not get a nap today, we barely saw each other since breakfast.” He wasn’t pouting but you knew he just wanted a kiss to feel better. You were in the same boat, Mattsun’s presence was very obviously missing from today’s routine. You didn’t have to account for his larger figure when walking down your narrow hallways. You had to climb on the counter to grab something from the top shelf that he already knows to get down when you start cleaning. 

The clock is ticking in the background, counting down the minutes until his friends get here, but neither of you hears it as you move to straddle him. A goofy grin adorns both of your faces as you give him a kiss on each cheek and then his lips. “Do I taste red bean mochi on your lips? The snacks you bought are for later, Issei. ” 

“Hmm, maybe you should taste again just to double-check you are right. Wouldn’t want to accuse me of something so villainous without being confident.” He still has a smile on his face s you lean in for another kiss, just happy to be with him. Your arms are slung around his neck,  his favorite necklace. 

The kisses shared between you are soft and gentle, not really having any meaning behind them, just being together. Each kiss adds up to your love, slow and true until Mattsun tugs on your lip and pulls a groan out of you. There’s just something about the position you are in, and how much lust is bubbling underneath the surface and that noise you just made that has you flustered but, wanting to do it again.

His hands fall from your hips to your ass and grabs roughly. The kiss heats up exponentially as your hands tangle up into his hair and pull. His head falls back with your hands, opening his neck up to your needy mouth. Your lips are less wet kisses along the column of his neck and more needy moans as you slowly roll your hips into his.

“fuck”, the shaky breath is the only indication that he wants to stop as you feel his hardening length against your core, “baby girl, the boys are gonna be here in 30, we can’t have sex right now”.

“M-missed you,” your voice is mumbled into his shoulder as you continue moving against him. When he stills your hips with an iron grip, the pout you are sporting is almost comical. Your big eyes begging for more of him, any of him he will give you. 

His sigh is covered by the moan you let out as he adjusts his sitting position. The seam of his jean that you were thoroughly enjoying humping mere seconds ago is pressed tightly against your clit. The clock is still ticking, but when you look so needy with sweat sticking hair to your forehead, and swollen lips, he can’t say no to you. 

“ You really gotta cum don’t you baby?” The shy nod you give him just makes him smile. “Alright doll, don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take care of you.” He swings you from being on his lap to being underneath him on the couch. He starts to reach down with his hand, but before he can slip into your shorts, you grip his wrist. 

“I want you to feel good too, daddy wanna feel you.” His hand instead of unzipping your shorts brushes a bit of hair off your face.

“Of course, doll.” A soft kiss on your forehead makes you hum in satisfaction, but the scene turns from soft, to heated quickly. 

As soon as his lips slot against yours again, the prior intensity returns. A fervor you can’t quell, only stoking a fire in your gut. Every swipe of his tongue against yours feels familiar and invigorating at the same time. 

His hips move against you for the first time tonight, and god you haven’t ever wanted to fuck him so bad. All you can think about is how his cock would split you open and leaving you a blubbering mess. 

Issei is always attentive to you, when he’s fucking you silly, but also when he’s humping against your dripping shorts on the couch thirty minutes before his old teammates come over. He already knew you were close to cumming when you pouted at him earlier. The unintentional neglect from the busy schedules you both have. 

He kisses against your neck softly, whispering how much he loves you and how much he wants to see you cum, but before you can teeter over the edge. The lock on the door starts to unclick jolting you out of your own little world and to the reality that thirty minutes have passed and Oikawa was probably opening the door. 

Those fuckers knew where the spare key was kept and you mustn’t have heard their knock. Issei laughs as you let out an aggravated groan into his shoulder. 

“Go on and get changed, love. I’ll take care of you tonight, give you everything you want.” 

Now, just for him to will away the painfully hard erection in his pants before Makki makes lewd jokes at your expense. 

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