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the-modern-typewriter · 1 month ago

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well and have a nice day, you deserve it with all the amazing stories you have written. I love the way you write villain characters so much. Can I request a story between a villain x sidekick/ someone who works on their side? Your wrote the conflict feelings when the hero falls for the villain so well, I’m curious to see how you explore a relationship where the villain falls for someone who he doesn’t have to hide/ compromise his ideas for? No pressure tho!

"Have you considered," the villain said, "chasing after someone who isn't your boss?"

"Is that a request or order for me to stop?"

The villain considered their sidekick for a moment, at that. They were a bright young thing, as sidekicks so often were. Beautiful and powerful and eager to sink their teeth in the world and leave all the bloody marks of a legacy. Passion-sparkling. Not yet tired. Their fury still a forest fire.

The villain should have said yes. Stop. It was the only smart thing. The only reasonable thing. Bright young things should be with other bright young things, and if they were chasing something else it was probably a trap.

At their silence, their sidekick smiled. Quick and pleased and more confident than the villain ever remembered being at that age. They took a step closer in the villain's study, stepping in between the villain's legs, looming.

"I think you like being chased, boss," their sidekick said.

The villain raised an eyebrow, glad their face betrayed nothing of their pounding heart. "I think I like escaping heroes and leaving them looking stupid."

"Deflection."

"Truth."

"Truth can be a deflection. You taught me that."

Despite themselves, the villain's lips twitched in a smile. "Did I."

"Do you want a truth?"

"I think you're better at lying."

"True," the sidekick said shamelessly. "I think you're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

The villain swallowed. They willed their face not to flush. By the way their sidekick's eyes lit up, they suspected they failed. Their sidekick leaned in, they pressed the advantage, just as the villain had bloody taught them. Their hands settled on the arms of the villain's chair, as if the villain was someone who could be bracketed in and caged.

"I think," the sidekick said, "that you go for what you want. So it's curious that you deny yourself me. Normally I'd be flattered to be an exception, but in this case..."

"You think I want you?"

"I have eyes. Tell me you don't. Make it convincing."

"Now who's giving who orders?"

The sidekick's smile turned to a grin. Feral. The villain wanted to bite it, kiss it, claim it. It was delightful. They wet their lips and there was a giddy thrill to the way the sidekick's eyes followed the movement.

Of course, the sidekick, and most of the world, always followed the villain's every movement. Just in case.

"Obviously," the villain said, "I want you. That doesn't make kissing my mentee, my employee, a good idea. I have - power over you."

"Oh, do you? Does a person like you have power? Gosh. I hadn't noticed."

"Brat."

"Boss." The sidekick's hands inched closer, dragging tantalising up the villain's thighs.

The villain should have shoved them away, but once again they held damningly still. Once again, the sidekick rewarded them with that smile.

"I don't want to take advantage of you," the villain said.

"I would love for you to take advantage of me, so is it really taking advantage? I'm not a child. I know my own mind. You're the one taught me I should go after what you want."

"Did I."

"Uhuh." The sidekick pouted at them, eyes glinting with mischief. "No takesie-backsies just because you never imagined I'd want you."

The villain's breath hitched.

Why do you want me was an absurd question to ask? The villain knew all the reasons that people chased them. Power, connection, the things the villain could give. To stop them, to own them, to ruin them.

Their sidekick's eyes spoke nothing of those things. Their mouth, when it finally descended on the villain's, promised only sweetness. Only desire. Only things that the villain had never thought they'd be able to have again, because it was lonely at the top for a reason.

"I considered chasing after someone else, sure," the sidekick whispered, "but you're the one I want. So let's not make a good thing more complicated then it has to be, yeah?"

It was a bad idea. A terrible idea. A reckless idea, of the sort that the villain hadn't allowed themselves to indulge in a long time.

And, yet, the villain grabbed a fistful for the sidekick's hair and reeled them in to kiss them. Again, and again, and again.

Their sidekick was right, after all.

The villain always got what they wanted in the end.

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fancyfeathers · 21 days ago

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Fun House

Yandere!Ringmaster/Serial Killer Dick Grayson x Vigilante/Former Robin!Reader

Based on my Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU

Yandere!Ringmaster Dick Grayson

Yandere!Crime Lord Jason Todd (Coming Soon)

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake (Coming Soon)

Yandere!League of Assassins Heir Damian Al Ghul (Coming Soon)

T//W- Nothing besides classic yandere content

“Dad, I’ll be fine, I’m just meeting a few friends.” You responded to your adoptive father as you rode in the backseat of the car that your butler drove, taking you to the address of the small park your friend texted you for a small get-together for your birthday. “I’ll be back before three, how about that?”

“Midnight, I don’t want you out by yourself right now, I am working on-“

“Let me guess, a dangerous case?” You heard a hum from your father on the other end of the line, you sighed, resting your head against your free hand, looking out over the streets of the outskirts of Gotham. “Dad, I get that you worry about me, but I was the first of your little birds and just because I am out of costume doesn’t mean I can’t handle myself, besides I have Alfred on speed dial.”

“That she does, Master Bruce.” Alfred chimed in from where he sat in the driver’s seat of the car. “And I trust the young lady will be able to handle herself, she is no longer a child and she will have her friends with her.”

“Friends who were criminals.”

“Former criminals, and it’s not like you can judge me with your relationship with Miss Kyle.” You could practically feel his glare that you would receive from him if you were talking to him in person and not over the phone. “Look fine, I’ll be back at midnight and if I’m not I was probably kidnapped.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It is…” You glanced out the window of the car, seeing your friends, leaning up against their cars, waiting for you, all of them dressed up for your night out. “Hey Dad, I gotta go, love you, I’ll call you if something happens, don’t worry.” You pressed the red end call button before your adoptive father could respond, you leaned over the front seat, giving Alfred a quick side hug before you reached over to open your door. “See you, Alfred.”

“Have a good evening, Miss.” You noticed he had a certain tone in his voice, he was slightly worried. You glanced back at him through the open door after you stepped out of the car. “Do be careful, no more than two drinks if any at all.”

“Mkay, but I doubt I’ll drink, I want to go out after I get back… you know what I mean.”

“I do, but be careful, yes?”

“I will be.” You smiled back at Alfred before glancing back at your friends who were all waiting for you and then back at Alfred. “I’ll see you back at the manor.”

“I will have some tea ready for you when you return, Miss.”

“Thank you.” You finally closed the back car door, stepping away from the black car. It was around sunset, and you were walking across the grassy expanse to where your friends were parked, it was a makeshift parking lot, the kind for traveling attractions, and in this case it was a circus and carnival, a little outing for you and your friends. You were dressed up in a little light blue sundress, white boots with white fishnets to match, finally a headband and bag to match your dress, fitting for a warm summer night, but that bag did not just have money or your lipgloss, but also your suit, as in your suit for vigilantism. You were once your adoptive father’s sidekick, the first Robin at the side of the Batman, but now you have long passed on that mantle, and now you use the name of Dove during your work. Your father would not be happy if he found out you brought along your suit, as much as he was worried about you, he also wanted you to have fun and not ruin your night by getting overly worried and going on patrol.

“Girl, you are late again.” One of your friends spoke up, Valentine, he stood up from where he leaned against his car. Valentine was the son of some wealthy couple who owned a five star restaurant in Gotham, he had a bit of a rich kid phase awhile back which caused him to steal a few pieces of rather expensive jewelry and soon enough he got caught, but he had long moved past that when he became friends with you after he met you as Dove. “Please tell me you weren’t running around in that suit of yours.”

“Na, she wouldn’t ditch us.” Another one of your friends, Alice, chimed in, standing up from where she sat in the grass. She was another rich kid who did some stupid things when she was younger and one time it went too far and you had to save her from really hurting herself and someone else. “Cmon, I’m starving…”

“Babes, carnival food? Really.” The last of your friends, nicknamed Angel, was already standing as she spoke, adjusting her makeup in the side car mirror. Now she was always sweet, it was her parents who were not so nice, they got exposed last summer for being responsible for the destruction of one of their apartment buildings for the insurance money, but it killed all of their former tenants. Now after the money settled in court, she was the owner of a small fortune. “I only want the cotton candy, trust me anything else is not worth it.”

“Maybe we can just go have some fun?” You finally spoke up, adjusting the miniature backpack you brought along. “We should take some photos, besides it would be a good post if I need an alibi.”

“Once a vigilante, always a vigilante.” Alice laughed, linking her arm with your own, leading you as she skipped along with your other two friends following close behind as you made your way into the carnival.

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“Angel, you realize carnival games are just a scam, right?” You laughed as you watched Angel threw another baseball at a milk jug, just missing it. She turned around to look at you, tossing the last ball to you, which you caught easily with your reflexes.

“Then you do it, if you are so confident.” The blonde girl steps aside, gesturing for you to step up to the plate. You gave her a side eye as you rolled the ball over in your hands, looking over the balls in their single line. You swung your arm, throwing a curveball and knocking over the bottle at the end, it caused a domino effect, knocking over the bottles rapidly until they were all down. You glanced over at Angel, who was wide-eyed, and you just smiled at her and she rolled her eyes. “Show off.”

“Now, there is no need to be a sour sport.” A voice chimed in from right behind you and you never had been so caught off guard in so long, it was strange and you did not like it, especially since you were always supposed to be on your guard. You turned your head around, behind you stood a man, most likely one of the performers at the big top, judging by the dark blue coat he wore with those gold detailing and the costume top hat he held in his left hand. He smiled at you in particular and just something about it gave you a chill up your spine. “Nice throw.”

“Thank you, I played softball in high school.” You had to remind yourself to put on that ditzy persona you had around strangers, the daughter of the billionaire, philanthropist, former playboy turned father, Bruce Wayne. That cutesy ballerina persona that you made for yourself on your social media pages, how the gossip magazines portrayed you, and how every citizen in Gotham saw you as. “I’m guessing you work here?”

“More or less… I run the place, I’m also the ringmaster at the big top.” You faked a gasp as he chuckled at your reaction, and you felt a little flustered as he took your hand, and raised it to his lips to place a kiss on the back of your hand. “Richard Grayson, but most people call me Dick, and if I had to guess you are the Wayne daughter I heard who was coming.”

“I…I didn’t post anywhere to say I was going to come.” At first you almost let your natural suspicion peak through but you masked it with a bashful giggle as if you were playing a game and lost or got caught.

“Let’s just say I know my guests very well.” He glanced over to the runner of the game stall and gave him a nod. Your body stiffened up as Dick placed his hands on your shoulder, turning you around to face the game again just as the man behind the counter handed you a ginormous stuffed bear, it was probably three halves your size, you could barely wrap your arms around its neck as your grabbed you and you would have stumbled back if it was not for Dick supporting your shoulder, or at least you acted like you did, got to stick to appearences. “The perfect gift, for the perfect girl.”

“Well aren't you sweet-”

“Guys! Guys, problem!” you heard the familiar voice of Alice call out to you and Angel, you both looked over to where you heard her, seeing her running your direction with a clear worried expression on her face. She caught up to you two and just as she did you felt the ringmaster’s hands slip away from your shoulders and when you looked back at where he stood, he was gone, like he vanished into thin air. You looked back to Alice, who was huffing to catch her breath. “Something’s wrong… I-I… Val and I got separated a-and I couldn’t f-find him and-”

“Alice, breath.” You finally dropped the ditzy persona, placing a hand on her shoulder while your other arm was wrapped around the oversized stuffed bear’s neck. “Calm down and tell me what’s-”

“Valentine’s missing, damnit!” Alice cried out, her voice trembling and on the verge of tears. Your eyes narrowed, glancing around ad seeing people were looking at you all and you looked back at a very shaken up Alice.

“Let’s get you back to the car, you should go home once you calm down.” You spoke to her, leading the way back out to the grass parking lot as Angel wrapped her jacket around Alice. “Angel and I can find Val and we’ll drive back with him, kay?”

“O-okay.”

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You and Angel walked back onto the carnival grounds, you left your stuffed bear along with Alice in her car, so she would have something to hold on to and hug while she was in her panicked state, and tried to calm down before driving home. Everything now felt a bit more unsettling as your detective instincts kicked in, now a part of you was even grinning at the fact that you brought along your suit.

“Hey, I think Val mentioned something about meeting up at the big top in case any of us got lost.” Angel brought up, glancing at you as your eyes scanned over the carnival as if it was one of your crime scenes. “I’m no detective, but maybe he just got lost and is waiting there for us and no offence to Alice but she is kinda an… airhead.”

“Maybe you’re right, I’m probably overthinking all of this.” You sighed and shook your head, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that was building up inside your gut. “It couldn’t hurt to check it out.”

…but that guess was wrong, Valentine was not waiting outside the big top tent.

You sighed as you glanced over the scene, hardly making anything out between the people in the crowd who were walking into the tent to see the circus show. Well, after a second glance, you did notice one thing, on the dirt ground that led into the big top that led into where people could sit up in bleachers, you saw Valentine’s heart-shaped sunglasses on the ground and it was hard to make out in the carnival’s lights but you swear you saw something on them. You grabbed Angel by the wrist and pulled her into the tent, quickly bending down as you walked to scoop up the sunglasses. When you glanced back, you realized you would not be able to push your way through the crowd of people behind you two.

“I guess we’re watching the circus.” You sighed and led Angel to the closest seat you two could get in the front row that was near the tent’s exit. You two sat down and Angel glanced over your shoulder as you looked over Valentine’s sunglasses, your finger trailed over what you spotted on the frames of the glasses, it was a liquid and you smeared it over your finger to bring it up to your nose to smell and a nauseous feeling came over you as you realized what you were smelling. “That… that’s blood.”

“Oh god…”

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You could hardly pay attention to the acts unfolding around you, you knew for certain that something was most definitely rotten in this place. Both you and Angel did not feel good walking in that tent, and you certainly did not like the glances and smiles that the ringmaster gave you during the show.

“Let me guess, the circus isn’t exactly your thing?” You were pulled out of your mind as the ringmaster stood over you, you must have been distracted with your mind, and you looked up to him, ignoring the daredevil act unfolding behind him, after all, messing around on motorcycles was something you did on the nightly. The ringmaster sat down between you and Angel. His hand coming to squeeze your cheeks. ”You know it’s my job to make people smile, right?”

“I know that.” You forced a little smile, trying your best to keep up the ditzy act, but your exhaustion was clear. “I’m just tired.”

“Hm… will you smile if I give you a gift.”

“Sure!” You chirped up and he smiled and flipped his top hat off of his head and popped it onto your own head. The hat was far too big on you, slipping down your forehead to almost cover your eyes, but he flicked it up so it rested somewhat comfortably on your head. You gave a little giggle as he stood up from next to you. “It’s a bit big on me, don’t you think?”

“A bit.” He smiled, waving off as he jumped back into the circus ring. “Keep my hat warm for me, I’ll be back for it at the end of the show.”

“I will!”

God, you wanted to get the hell out of here.

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“Hey, I need to run to the bathroom,” Angel said, glancing at the only permanent building on the grounds, a unisex bathroom building. “Can you wait outside? I don’t want to be alone right now with Val…”

“Yeah, I’ve got your back.” You nodded, and you watched as Angel jogged over to the restroom. You slowly walked behind a million thoughts running through your mind. You would need to get Angel to the car, you had Valentine’s keys in your bag, so she could drive home and you could call home for a ride before you got suited up because this was a case for a proper detective.

After a few minutes, you felt an uneasy feeling, Angel was in the bathroom too long. No one was really around the bathroom, and breaking bathroom locks was child’s play to you, even as Robin. You rammed your elbow down on the doorknob, breaking it clean off, if Angek was using the restroom, you would apologize and get her something to make up for it, but-

You almost vomited when you saw the bathroom absolutely drenched in blood, but no body. There was a high and narrow window above the sink that was open, letting a cold breeze into the bathroom.

There was too much blood for Angel to be alive, and the walls must have been soundproof so you would not hear a thing, but whoever the murderer was must still have had blood on them which gave you a target. You slammed the broken door shut and you wasted no time to strip out of your civilian clothes and into your suit, if you could not find them as the eldest Wanye daughter, then you would find them as Dove. You leaped out of the open window, climbing up onto the roof, and it only took a few seconds for you to be noticed by civilians, and you heard all the shouts and fingers pointing towards you and normally you would smile with a little girl tugging on her mother’s arm and point up at you and telling her to look up at Dove, but you just could not pretend right now with one, most likely two, of your friends were dead.

This was certainly not a fun night out.

You gazed over the crowd, and you noticed something strange, the game stalls were being closed, and the tents and other attractions were being shut down. Your eyes landed upon the tents that the circus crew stay in, in particular one tent that you noticed had a light on inside of it, it was so bright that you managed to make out a silhouette of someone inside.

You leaped from the building, dashing towards that small tent off on the outskirts of the circus grounds. It would be difficult to take them by surprise and listen in, so you decided to skip that courtesy. You pushed open the flaps of the tent, nothing exactly felt out of the usual in plain sight, but there was the ringermaster, Dick, sitting down on a what was a pretty nice cot. He had already taken off his outer layers and changed into a pair of sweat pants, so if anything he was dressed pretty comfortably. He immediately stood up as if startled at your sudden appearance.

“You… you are one of those heroes… right?” He looked over you, a concerned look upon his face, as he walked over to you as you walked in, looking over the tent for anything suspicious, anything at all. “Did something happen, is someone in trouble?”

“Yes, there were two possible murders tonight, do you know anything, sir?” You questioned as your eyes narrowed upon something under his bed.

“No ma’am, if anyone-”

He fell silent as you reached under his bed, and you pulled out the thing you saw under the bed, the dark blue coat he was wearing earlier that day, only now it was drenched in blood. You held it in front of him for him to see, narrowing your eyes at him from underneath your mask.

“Are you sure?”

There was a moment’s pause before Richard lunged at you, and he was a lot stronger than you expected, as he tackled you to the ground, his forearm coming to pin down your neck, cutting off part of your airflow, and panic set in as his fingers of his free hand touched your mask. You tried to grasp at him, but your punches felt like they were hitting iron as they hit his arms.

“One identity is revealed, it is only fair that the other is shared-”

“NO!” You screamed bloody murder, but as if on instinct, you raised your knee into his gut, which toppled him off of you, but every action has an equal and opposite reaction. You felt the mask peel off from the skin around your eyes, and your hands came up to cover your face, but only for a moment because the next second he grabbed your arms and pinned them down beside both of your head, his face must have looked as horrified as yours was.

“No, no, no, no! Not you!” He screamed between clenched teeth, you felt sick, and you did not know what to think at his pained expression, like as if he was the one who just had his friends murdered. You expected him to fall weak to let you go, but in the blink of an eye, his hands were off your arms and grabbed either side of your head to bring it harshly against the ground…

Everything felt fuzzy, painfully so…

You have been knocked unconscious before, but this time just made you feel bitter.

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You felt sick to your stomach as you opened your eyes, you were most likely concussed from what you could tell, but something felt strange, you were not back at the manor, and you certainly were not at the circus. You were lying on something soft, like a bed, but your surroundings did not look exactly like a bedroom, it looked like a blurry and emptied out storage closet.

“Why… why did it have to be you?” You jumped as you heard his voice again, your vision was just clear enough to make out his figure sitting on the bed as well. “You were just like me… why?”

“W-wha-”

“My parents, they were acrobats… it was at a performance and they were murdered right in front of me… just like your parents were…” Your face must have dropped when you heard him say that, your vision finally cleared up enough to see his face, which was wet with tears, looking back at you. “Your parents… they were those scientists who were killed… you know what it’s like.”

“N-no…”

“All those disgusting, horrible people in the world… those people who think they can get away with anything they want… they deserve to die…”

“Stop it.”

“Like your friends.”

“Shut up.”

“They were responsible for people dying and suffering.” You felt sick to your stomach as you felt him talk about them like that, but then he looked at you with adoration in his eyes. “But you… I’ve heard about you… the sweetest person I’ve ever seen… you even risk your life to save other people.”

You feel like you are going to vomit any second, as your vision finally clears fully, you are indeed in a bed like you thought, in some warehouse closet. The bed is full of plushies, stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes, including that stuffed bear you left in the car with Alice, the only way he could have that is if he…

No…

A sob slipped from your throat as you slowly came upon the realization that all your friends were dead and that you failed to save them, you failed at your job, the job you took in order to protect people from suffering. Your hands fell into your hair, tugging at the strands in your pain and frustration, but you heard Dick coo at you and scoot down the bed to come in oder to sit beside you, his fingers pulling your hands away from your head in order to provent you from hurting yourself.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re safe, you’re in the circus’ storage warehouse out in Bludhaven, no one is going to hurt you here.”

“Why… why kill them?”

“It’s what I always do, if someone deserves to die and they come into my circus, then they die.” He cupped your cheek, leaning forward to press his forehead against your own. “I do it to protect who they have hurt… just like how I am going to protect you… it’s my job to make you smile.”

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takami-takami · 1 year ago

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Like Animals.

kinktober day 4: sex pollen.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut

warnings— afab!reader. dubcon (sex pollen/heats, but both have been pining like idiots). breeding if you squint.

keigo's beloved crush sidekick gets hit with the unluckiest quirk possible. he quickly discovers his rut suppressants ain't shit.

Through all the horrors and adverse life events Keigo has endured in this line of work— brutal near-assassinations, negotiations with international crime syndicates, purchasing sugar-free canned coffee with Splenda substitute by mistake before his morning shift— he has always been able to find a silver lining in the darkest of moments.

Which makes it infinitely more concerning that for the first time in his life, he nearly whines through his teeth the words, "why me?"

A palm drags once down his face, thumb and index finger pulling down his darkened eye bags. His hand collects the beads of sweat and stops to rest over his mouth.

He supposes this must be his penance for taking a risk and trusting faulty intel.

Keigo's informant told him the villain he and his darling sidekick were meeting would have a limited-ranged fire quirk, so the diligent hero stuffed ointment and cold packs in his pockets before leaving just in case.

If he had known the villain was a plant heteromorph and possessed a heat-inducing mist quirk instead, and that the person he was hopelessly in love with had a bit of a crush on would be caught in the direct line of fire?

He would have brought a paper bag to hyperventilate into instead. And some prayer beads. The god to which the prayer is delivered doesn't necessarily matter, he thinks. He'd simply pick one and drop to his knees in a bid for mercy.

"I'm taking you to a medic," Keigo puts his foot down for the fourth time this evening.

"Fuck no," you groan from the couch, shifting to squeeze your thighs together. It offers not even a modicum of relief from the incessant throb. "Do you want my cause of death to be humiliation? Is that your plan, genius? 'S bad enough as it is that you're here."

The subtext is unspoken, but clear to him through your adorable pout: I only trust you to see me like this.

It's unlucky that the man you've had the most innapropriate-for-work crush on for the better part of two years happened to be the one beside you that day. And it's just your sorry luck, you lament, that Keigo would also be the one to catch you, to fly you home cradled in his painfully capable arms, to refuse to leave your side and insist on making his favorite chicken soup for you in a desperate flail of support.

He'd respect your decision and leave, should you ask him to. You know that. And yet the humbling truth gnaws at your pride: doing so wouldn't do much to save your image at this point. He’s already seen you like this, you grumble. The proverbial cat has long since escaped the bag, waltzing its way over to rub its purring body against Keigo’s leg to your abject horror.

If you close your eyes, you can attempt to trick your brain into thinking this affliction is a flu of some kind.

Yes, this is just some common cold. You're wearing nothing but your work partner's shirt (your clothes were contaminated by the quirk's dust, Keigo explained, speaking in that strict work mode voice that makes you picture your mouth stuffed and drooling somewhere beneath his desk and between his spread legs). You pull the damned fabric down over your core as you try your hardest to not writhe in fits of pleasure underneath the blankets, rubbing your thighs together for any friction against your swollen clit.

All symptoms of an affliction of the flu, of course.

You don't need to reach down and touch to know the slick would string those thighs together, should you attempt to pull them apart.

Keigo knows that, too. But he doesn't say anything about it.

You would be mortified if you were aware of the truth.

That he knows everything.

Keigo knows exactly how you ache; like you're constantly on the precipice of an orgasm, perpetually ablaze from the heavy heat scorching your body from its surface to the boiling core.

You try to suppress your glee as he spoon feeds you the broth, reminding yourself that this is just what good friends do for each other.

Friends coo praises at each other when they swallow, friends tilt each other's chins up with one finger and mutter things like that’s a good dove and you can take another as they watch their throat bob in tandem.

Friends shiver from their wingtips down their spine when they pull the spoon back. They let their gaze linger for just a second on those lips that open wide, aching to touch with their own.

Ever the gentleman, Keigo stays lowered to his haunches and places one hand over your forehead to check for a fever, redirecting his focus toward taking inventory of your vitals. He doesn't wince when he hears your moan at the contact, even though the pitiful sound pings at his weak points. His avian instincts remind him he needs to protect you, please you, take care of you; to make it go away, to fix that feeling he knows better than anyone is aching like a bruise between your thighs.

He doesn't allow his eyes to wander astray or trail their way downwards, especially when you're in such a vulnerable state; but his professional assessment is that if he could only wet his appetite, the flat of his tongue alone could—

He shakes his head and blows a puff to cool the soup, raising another spoonful to your lips.

"Here. Another. You need to keep your energy up," he reminds you, voice stern. It's nearly clinical and achieves the opposite of its desired effect.

Your heart rate picks up to thump at a steady, thrumming beat at the innocuous gesture of domesticity.

How have you never noticed how capable of a mate Keigo would be…? He’s all musculature and sincerity, sharp ridges at his knuckles and soft curves at the small of his waist where he only trusts you to touch.

You huff an involuntary moan.

He picks another god to praise that the couch you're laying on obscures his lower half.

Today, Keigo discovers his suppressants are only designed to reduce the chance of a rut being triggered. It brings the possibility of it starting in the first place to a comfortable near-zero, allowing him to carry out the spring and fall seasons as if he were entirely quirkless.

But if that rut passes through the blockers' biochemistry in, say, the event Keigo's luck rears its ugly head, for example… It does fuck all to reduce the actual symptoms.

More importantly than his own anguish, however, is this: his mate work partner got hurt because of him— hurt being a stretch, he'd know if he weren't overthinking so much, given the blissed out panting just two feet away from him; but you’re probably suffering and it's all his fault. It’s all because of an unlucky, once in a lifetime slip up from Keigo Takami himself, and he can't detangle himself from the guilt.

If drowning in the unexpected whirlpool that is his first rut in half a decade is his penance for the crime, then Keigo will hang his head and take it.

The huff he lets out is your last straw.

"I'm going to my room," you state, moving to leave like you left the stove on and are trying to avoid an upcoming house fire.

When his hand darts out to stop you, the touch against your shoulder sends shockwaves down your stomach.

He's touching you. He's taking such good care of you, feeding you, providing for you in his nest and now he's touching you?

It sends your hormones into overdrive.

You'd do well to conceal it, if his heightened instincts couldn't smell your desperation.

"I'm afraid it ain't that easy, dove," Keigo warns, eye contact averted. "I'd avoid doing that, if I were you."

He schools his expression, but not before you catch a flash of something hungry.

There's no chance in hell he's letting you out of his sight. Not like this. You're confined to the couch while he keeps an eye on you. Attempting to fix it yourself will only make the feeling unfathomably worse, something he tries to communicate to you with a look that only ends up making him look like a kicked puppy.

You squint right back when you process the implication of his words, eyes raking down his form in suspicion.

"How do you know all this, anyway," you ask.

Keigo goes silent, hand concealing his mouth.

Ah, it hits you.

Bird things.

Your head falls back against one of the numerous pillows your partner propped up behind you.

"The couch is soft," you murmur, situating yourself against the cushions and throw blankets he so carefully arranged. You trail your fingertips along a silk pillow. Keigo slams his eyes shut.

"Please don't say it like that."

"Why not?" Your lids droop, heat overtaking your better judgement. Tentatively, you play along the bounds. You allow your hands to run along the soft divots of the blanket covering your body, squeezing your chest and pinching the peaks. "It's like a little nest, isn't it?"

His hand drags down his face before pinching his nose bridge, suppressing a whine. "Baby, please—"

"You don't wanna join me?"

"You don't know what you're talking about. It's just the heat," Keigo tells himself more than you. "For the love of God, dove, stop talking—"

"But it hurts, Kei'." It’s a low blow, judging by the protective coo that escapes his lips.

Fed up, he leans forward and swings his right leg over your hip, crawling atop you as if his body has a mind of its own, utterly bogged by desire and yanked like puppet strings.

With Keigo kneeling tall above you, the bodysuit of his hero costume hides absolutely nothing. The musculature is quite impressive, actually. Proof of his viability as a mate— all dominant and masculine and gorgeous.

And at this angle, you can see the most painful erection straining against his pants.

"I need you, Kei'. I need— mmph!"

A palm silences you; slapped down, hot, imposing, and heavy like a weight against your mouth.

The authority of the action makes your cunt clench; and Keigo would die before he lets that feeling go to waste, so his hips drop down to grind once against it.

Your eyes go wide, doughy and stunned, darting down in haste, following the trail of his thick bicep up toward the disciplinary scowl on his face.

His nostrils flare with the heaving in his chest, eyes screwed shut with his last slivers of patience holding its grip on his psyche.

"One more word," he says, pulling his hand away. "One more word and I'm ripping this blanket off and fucking you raw."

After a moment of silence, you speak.

"Please."

Keigo is wordless when he unbuckles his belt and lets it— and his inhibitions— drop with a satisfying clink.

The reality of what you've gotten yourself into comes crashing down as it hits you how utterly fucked you are. The scaffolding of years of sexual tension comes crumbling down like bricks to rubble, a city of restraint reduced to pure, animalistic desire.

Years of Keigo's eyes darting away when you nonchalantly change into your uniform in front of him, even though he never seemed bothered by any of his other peers doing the same; years of you both curling in on yourselves at the furthest edges of the bed you had to share, cramped close in those under-the-radar motels on stealth missions; years of the words "idiot, can I kiss you," held back by your lips as you watch Keigo moan when he sinks his teeth into his comfort restaurant's chicken teriyaki every stupid Friday night, sitting cross-legged and at home on the carpet of your apartment floor.

Not a single word is exchanged as he pulls his cock free from its confines, nearly too thick for his fingers to meet when they wrap around it. He tosses the blanket to the side with haste, dragging your shirt (his shirt) up to your collar, exposing your chest when he lines his cock with your entrance.

"Please, Kei'," you sniffle. "Hurts."

"Oh, I know, baby... I know." His lips are pursed when he shushes you, tracing your cheek with his palm. "I'll make it go away."

When your lips meet, it's like static electricity; and it's entirely remorseless.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groans against your mouth, dragging his length along your sticky thighs before plopping the thick of it atop your soaked cunt.

"You're so wet for me," he reveres in awe, dragging the plump tip through your mess to get it slick enough to rub against your clit.

Your rutting hips buck with impatience in an attempt to glide his length against your swollen pussy, but that only serves to fuel his desire; and those desperate little whines only feed into his insatiable need to fuck, to breed you until you're silent.

Until you shut the fuck up.

Those pathetic little sounds are music to his ears, a siren's song that used to play only in his most shameful fantasies; the ones that kept his fist tight around his cock the moment he returned home after missions, the sight of you panting and spitting blood after battle with a smile on your face still fresh in his memory.

Keigo wants to hear you moan.

But his rut needs to fuck you wordless with satisfaction.

"Oh, fuck," he hitches, shifting his hips back and forth to the tune of the audible shlicks below. Unable to stay upright any longer, his chest falls flush into yours in a rut-afflicted haze, rutting against you like animals.

When he slips his cock inside, it's with a kiss to muffle his voice.

And he wastes no time setting a punishing pace, aided nicely by the slickness that coats the sides of his cock. The legs of the couch surely must be scraping indents into the floorboards, judging by the creaks that mingle with the sounds of his belt buckle at every thrust. You'd notice if either of you were lucid enough to care.

It's a brief consideration of a possibility of an afterthought, like a sheepish voice behind a roaring crowd.

Pulling out, that is.

Yeah, if he were a stronger man, he could probably will his hips to stall. There's a chance someone far stronger than him would hiss when he does it. His cock would weep in denial of that sweet, velvet entanglement, dripping out in the cold when he fists himself to completion mere inches away from what might as well be the center of his goddamn universe.

But when it comes to you, when it comes to his rut, Keigo is not a strong man.

He allows his cock to throb in the vice of your cunt, instead.

"God, baby," he moans into your neck, wings flapping once, twice with each thrust, shedding a few feathers before straightening out and grazing the ceiling behind his back. "Baby. Oh, baby. You're so tight. You're so— fuck!"

He's babbling, but so are you. Legs hooked across the small of his back, you bump your hips as best you can to aid in his efforts; and with your last shreds of lucidity, you decide for the both of you how things will end.

With watery lashes, you open your eyes enough to blink away some tears and clear your vision just enough. Your gaze crawls up his legs that are still clothed to the thighs, peeking over the curvature of his ass and up his shuddering spine— all to mark onto your scarlet red prize.

When you entangle your fingers into the downy feathers at the base of his wings, it shoots straight to his cock and he spills.

With eyes wide open and a strangled choke at the back of his throat, Keigo's hips stutter when he empties himself. With every throb comes another rope from the tip, sticky and excessive from the rut, mixing with your wetness as you crash over the edge soon after.

When the ringing in your ears ceases and you finally come to, it's to the sight of your now probably-more-than-a-work-partner pulling out and staring between your legs as if under a trance, eyes glimmering.

"Kei', you okay?"

"Uh huh," he answers absentmindedly, utterly transfixed on the mess he made.

It's strange, he thinks. Whatever urges his rut transcribed into cravings, every instinct that tugged at the avian etched in his DNA and called him to fill you pales in comparison to the satisfaction of having indulged himself at last.

His eyes flick back to meet yours.

"Does this mean I can kiss you at work now?"

You snort. So that's where his mind goes in the end.

"It means a whole lot more than that," you say, rolling you both over so he lands square on his back.

#sorry i made jesus canon in this fic. I had to have him say it. Okay bye!#i know his quirk doesnt work like that its not an animal quirk but shhhhhh im having fun #🖋 writing #🌶 spice #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #mha thirst #mha x reader #bnha thirst #smut #x reader

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epickiya722 · 8 months ago

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I have thoughts!

I doubt Izuku went eight years being Quirkless.

For one thing, after the Final War, he still had two years of high school left. I doubt all that time he used One For All continously when he have to focus on schoolwork and had more time to actually wind down since the major villains of the story have been dealt with. So there would be times he wouldn't have to use OFA like that.

Last chapter, we can see he still has OFA.

I would say it would be more recently that he lost OFA.

Note that here, Izuku says "recent times". This is just happening now that his class has reached their goals of what they wanted to accomplished. From Ochako and the others creating a program to help people to Mezo getting an award.

When this came...

I figure this can interpreted as Aizawa asking about his Quirk and being a Hero on the field or just his time in school when everything was happening.

Why some of the fandom took this as abandonment is beyond me. "We started working..."

Folks, Class A would be 24 - 25 years old... they would have just started to be Pro Heroes probably three years or later if you consider their "college years" would be the time they would be sidekicks and working to having their own agencies. Probably some of then even living together to save money and whatnot.

A teacher is fitting for Izuku as he is still encouraging others and it reflects even how All Might, his mentor, was one. He knows he'll be Quirkless again, a job as a teacher is ideal for him.

You need a bachelor's degree to be a teacher, which takes four years. So from probably age 18 to 22, Izuku worked for that degree to be a teacher. Meaning that time, he necessarily didn't have to use OFA, if he still had it. And he could have also been doing the sidekick thing on the side.

Present Mic is an example of a character who has multiple occupations, so I don't doubt that Izuku couldn't have done sidekick work and studies at the same time.

Therefore, he would have been a teacher for 3 years at the moment at this point.

Now, given that a school like UA exists, where they taught Heroics, business, engineering, etc. There could have been colleges like that. So class A could have went to the same college and still hung out, including Izuku.

Point is what I'm saying is, because of what Izuku's schedule may have looked like, I doubt he lost the embers of OFA that fast. Yes, he most definitely lost them, but like overnight? Yeah, no.

And him being abandoned? Some of you took a hold of the steering wheel and whipped it way too hard to the left. They definitely still talked. They just got busy with their jobs and hectic schedules.

"How dare they not tell Izuku about the project?!"

... IT WAS A PLEASANT SURPRISE, HELLO?! Have none of you gotten something nice as a surprise before???

#now if you disagree i don't care like at all #the ending could have been a lot worse it was not that bad stop it #honestly at this point i could care less about anything some of you have to say #like if i had to look for the fucks to give it would take forever to find them and i would still never find them #sounds mean but my tolerance level has decreased tremendously over the weeks #just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 430 #mha 430 #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku

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erinwantstowrite · 4 months ago

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bear with me here because i'm gonna ramble about something i've been thinking about for a while... and i'm not complaining, i'm just noticing

sometimes i think we've leaned so far into the vigilante side of the batfam that we miss out on what really makes their characters: detective work. we need more mysteries in their lives that don't lead up to some big bad "we already know who's doing it" or an "end of the world" or "yet again: this fucking guy." we need more stuff where spy movie music plays in the background and dumb adventures that don't lead up to some huge grand event with a big name villain. the shock factor stops being shocking or interesting in any capacity if we're like "Gah! the Joker! ... Again!" or whatever

does that even make sense? like "yeah sure they're blowing up a building again and there's hostages. oh look they're gonna poison the water supply." these aren't bad and that's not what i'm getting at because obviously this is a classic for comics. you need to have characters/antagonists that show up more than once and who can make a story better by being in it. and i did say to bear with me- that's because im tired. so like i hope im getting this across the right way? it's just that sometimes i don't wanna see a huge explosion, i want these motherfuckers solving a regular murder or a disappearance or regular corruption in a local office without it being tied to a grand reveal like "actually this person knows you as a long lost relative" or "they were at that circus can you guess which night they went?" that kind of thing? if you get me? like... more of the small time stuff makes the big stuff important, it makes it stand out more. at some point, the format gets repetitive even if you're switching up the villains. you can make these situations/mysteries still fun to solve for the characters and fun to read for the audience if you do it right

the concept of a detective dressed as a bat and having a sidekick in traffic light colors is inherently goofy as hell??? but that is what is so charming about it??? i think we have lost the balance between them being silly while also being intelligent with important conversations that criticize the world as we see it and teach lessons and can go over dark topics. nowadays it's always end of the world problems or just straight up the most gruesome true crime you can think of?? or they can ONLY do the dark stuff and the criticism without offering a balance of the good in the world. or we keep coming back to the FUCKING JOKER-

like yes they are vigilantes and with that comes a different level of their work, but their brand should be a mix between a black and white detective film that can get very nitty gritty and a classic spy movie, that kind of thing. at the end of the day, it's what makes them so different from the superheroes. that's what appeals to me.

seeing them in the big superhero groups is fun, don't get me wrong. it's always funny to see them standing next to people who are so powerful they never really fit in with anyone but each other, who chose to step up and use their powers for good. the Bats' specialty is Gotham and yet here they are stopping a god or whatever. and they do stop the god or whatever, all the while being an important leader and strategist to their teammates. they're important to have in these cases. but if there's a world ending event every time i pick something up, it's not as fun

the fact that they are so very human and not fantastical is why i like reading them. it's what makes the joke of people, even Gotham citizens, theorizing about them being cryptids, funny. they're fucking weird but that's because they're detectives. people who love to solve mysteries usually have a fatal flaw of curiosity. they forget the bounds between social interactions sometimes because they're used to working through problems or being intertwined with partners that understand them. but they're very much human. so human that it hurts them in many ways. and idk i've just been thinking about it lately and idk what point i'm trying to get across actually

it's just that in my eyes that's how it really is for Batman- a black and white movie narrated by a very serious man who took up a job to help people, one that has a deeper commentary on the world and viewed outwardly as pessimistic but actually has a deep hope for his city and who tries to help even the people who have wronged others. He's a stationary man in the belief that him being a constant can serve to soothe others and help them move forward. He stays in the middle of the path so he can tell everyone what is up ahead. he blends into the Gotham rainy night to serve justice but in a way that saves both the victim and the perpetrator. (the way he tucks a Robin into his cape is the same he does for Gotham with his mere presence.) and his background is actually so important to his story and yet people still somehow gloss over the lesson from it? he lost his parents because of a man who was on the opposite end of the spectrum to where he was in life. and yet he chose to help the people like the man that killed his parents. he could have done anything else with his power and money, but he instead is choosing to bring as many people up with him as he can. He's Mr. Serious that no one else can get a read on. and yet he walks into a room and he's already piecing together your life and what you're going through because he thinks it matters. he comforts people who have lost something or someone or themselves. I picture Batman and I don't picture a man trying to save the world, I picture a detective walking around a crime scene and trying to save at least one person every time he puts on the cape. and he put on the cape and became a vigilante because then he could go out of the bounds of what laws have been set up- and specifically, Gotham has other people in power who are corrupt, keeping the system that way. that's why Batman being a billionare and throwing himself into helping people at the risk of his own life is so important. he knows that if you are alive, you have something or someone to lose, no matter who you are. the dude is a bleeding heart but he doesn't know how to express it, in fear that if he gets too close, if he moves down the path with them, he'll be lost again

and then he's met with someone who should be a complete opposite, but isn't at all, because they're two sides of the same coin. his partner in crime, his son, a boy that is nothing like the black and white world that he sees. and that's the point in his life where he first sees that potentially getting lost is worth the risk. Robin is color and passion that needs guidance to move forward, but can not do so unless the stationary man learns to move with him. the kid is loud and reckless and you'd think he's from a different genre from the detective but they aren't so different, really. not when you look close enough. Dick grew up moving from place to place and seeing the world, knowing so many different people from different cultures. He's been learning to fly and jump and embrace the free fall his entire life. He's clever and he's sharp, and he thrives in the action and adventure. it's that perspective that compliments the stationary man. one is steady and the other pushes. he's the same genre but a different generation. and Batman introducing him to the way of life he chose for himself was another way he could save someone. because let's be real for a second? Dick would have gone down a very dark path had he not had Bruce, who understood, who saw not just himself in the kid but also saw who the kid has been his entire life until now. he saw Dick's parents, he saw the family he had in the circus, he saw the joy he had in what his family was doing. he saw the grief and the fire and the color that Dick's world was made of. because to Bruce, it always matters. Dick had to come to terms with Bruce's perspective to help anyone who they come across, to always give more chances, and it kept Dick from losing his color

what gets me is that the man who lives in the black and white world can actually see many different shades of gray (because black and white always needs the medium), whereas the boy in a world of color and light can get so focused on the bright that he can become single minded. and yet the boy sees a world of color and delves deeper into the lives of the peolle they come across and can be much more open minded, and the man in the black and white world sometimes forgets the shades of grey are right there. they are just like each other. they can exist without the other, but do they want to? because the black and white can be built up into the colored image, like the inking and shadows drawn on a comic book page before the colors are added in. they meet in the middle to complete each other. Bruce has been passing the story over to the next generation for a long, long time, even before his story was complete. and just like with the first Robin, it was so for every Robin afterwards. they each color in the lines differently, but that's what makes Robin so special, so unique. they are an art style that branches into their own life, but can not forget where they started: tucked into Batman's cape and the inky black of his world

and so detective work really frames their hunanity to me. the mysteries they get their hands on, the glimpses into the lives of Gotham citizens that they swore to protect, it's fascinating. it's what makes their story stand out compared to the people who can lift trucks or cast spells or run around the world in seconds. so yeah ig that's what i'm trying to say? that i want to read more of that? in both canon and fanon. cause even the small time villains we see can be like. AWFUL people and it takes out the fun of their gimmicks. and if it were any other day this would be a more coherent post but alas, it is not any other day

#tldr: we need more filler episodes #/hj but also /srs #erinwantstowrite #batfam #batfam fanfic #batman #batman comics #canon and fanon #in my eyes #bruce wayne #dick grayson #it's like that quote #“if you want to write about the impact if war you do not write from the government's perspective #you write about a little girl's shoe in the rubble of her home.“#the smallest stories can have the biggest impacts on us #gotham is so fucking weird and can be really silly #while also being so dark #and you can have the big stuff happen too #idk im just thinking today #this might not make complete sense #but it's things like that that make their rules make more sense #like no you don't come to gotham because you aren't one of us and you might misunderstand my people #you catch bad guys #we try to save them #also this did in fact give me and alighterwood an au idea #and im going fucking bonkers over that #so #yayyy

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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Babyyyyy! Congratulations 💙🧡💙🧡 I am so happy to see you thrive 💗

Can I get some mint and raspberry ice-creams served in a cone, with some maple syrup on top? 😚 (pro hero au with pro hero Dabi)

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem!reader, pussy fingering/eating, p in v, dom!Dabi

A/N: thank you very much for your support, sweetheart! I hope you enjoy these headcanons ♥

MY HERO ACADEMIA ⊹ Pro hero Dabi - headcanons ⊹ PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO ⊹ Sidekick!Reader - pro hero Dabi headcanons (NSFW)

Dabi, the renowned pro hero, returns home after a day of saving lives and battling villains. His muscles are tense, his spirit is high, and his desire is burning like the blue flames that dance at his fingertips as he get inside his spacious apartment. His eyes are dark and tired at first, but there's a spark that ignites as soon as he looks at you, his lips curling upwards in a wry grin.

You've been waiting for him for hours, eager to provide some much-needed relief. You missed your boyfriend oh so much.

Dabi's strong hands grip your waist, pulling you close. He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You can taste the smoky remnants of his quirk on his tongue as it dances with yours. Your hands reaching up to grip his broad shoulders. You break the kiss, panting. "Touya," you breathe, your cheeks flushed.

"Yes, darling?" Dabi's fingers trace the hem of your shirt. He smirks, knowing how much you love it when he takes control. He tugs the fabric up and over your head, exposing your lacy bra. Dabi's gaze lingers on your body, and you feel a thrill run through you.

You rub your thighs together to ease the tension and wetness building within your pussy. "I-I want you," you stammer, your cheeks flushing with desire as you ran the tip of your tongue over your upper lips to moisture it.

He palms your breasts, teasing your nipples through the lace. "Oh, I know you do," he says, his voice dripping with confidence.

You gasp again, arching into his touch. "Touya…"

Dabi's mouth finds your neck once more, leaving a trail of hot kisses that make you tremble. He continues his exploration, slowly unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. Touya's fingers pinch and roll your nipples, eliciting a moan from your lips. His other hand travels down your body, reaching the waistband of your pants. He deftly unbuttons them and pulls them off, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties. Dabi's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you. He hooks his fingers into your panties, leans forward and kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue in your mouth as he tugs the panties down, letting them pool at your feet.

You step out of them, feeling vulnerable.

Dabi's hands explore your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. One of them slips between your thighs and he growls lowly. "Fuck, doll, you're dripping," he claims, bringing his hand up to his lips, licking his index and middle fingers off your juices. He lifts you up effortlessly, like you weighted nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed, his eyes raking over your body hungrily. He removes his own clothes, revealing his muscular form.

Touya positions himself between your legs, his fingers tracing the wetness between your thighs. He teases your entrance, making you squirm with anticipation. He takes his time, enjoying the power he holds over you in this moment, kissing all over your tummy and gradually coming down. Finally, Touya's mouth descends upon your aching core. His tongue flicks and teases your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. He doesn't shy away from sucking your lips into his mouth.

You cry out, gripping his snow-white, spiky hair as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "O-Oh! Touya!"

Just as you're about to reach your peak, Dabi pulls away, leaving you gasping for more. He smirks, knowing the torture is part of the fun. He slowly pushes one finger inside, then another, stretching you in preparation for what's to come while his tongue flicks your clitoris.

You moan and arch your back, the sensation of his fingers combined with the anticipation driving you wild. "Oh, God!" You whine, rolling your head back to the pillow. "Fuck me already, tiger, I can't wait any longer," you beg, your eyes glistening with tears. "I don't want to come yet, please!"

He likes to take his time to play with you. He loves seeing you whining so pathetically, practically begging for his cock to be stuffed in your little cunt. When Dabi deems you ready, he positions himself above you, his turquoise eyes locked on yours. He smirks, his hand reaching down to grip his cock. He guides it to your entrance, rubbing it against your wet pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groans, his hips thrusting forward. With one powerful thrust, he enters you, filling you completely.

You cry out, the feeling of him inside you overwhelming.

Dabi begins to move, his strokes deep and steady. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you cling to him, desperate for more.

"More, more more…" you plead desperately.

Dabi's hand finds your clit, rubbing small circles as he continues to pound into you. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his hips thrusting harder.

The combination of sensations is too much, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of release. "Yes, yes, yes," you chant, your body moving in sync with his.

"Come for me then," Dabi growls, his voice low and commanding. A frown crosses his forhead as his cock throbs painfully, so ready to spill his seed deep within you. Soon, his own release is triggered by the feel of you tightening around him rhythmically.

With a final thrust of his, you shatter, crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you; your pussy clenches around his cock making it impossible for him to pull out.

Finally, Touya collapses onto the bed, his body spent.

You curl up against him, your body still trembling. "Welcome back home, handsome," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

He smiles, his arm wrapping around you, slowly rubbing the curve of your waist. "Thanks for such a warm welcome."

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httpvomitello · 5 months ago

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Helloooo, can I request something for the 2018 turtles (ROTTMNT)? The reader arrives with the guys to show them the softshell turtle they got as a gift at a school science fair. Since they're not very sure how to take care of it, they go to the guys for help. And the turtle... it looks just like the one from The Amazing World of Gumball. I just think it would be fun to see the turtles (especially Donnie) interacting with the evil turtle haha 😭

OMG NOT THAT FREAKING TURTLE 😭😭 When I learned that Donnie is a softshell turtle, my mind immediately went to that turtle from Gumball. Like... Seriously??? That turtle is the reincarnation of evil, that's for sure. Anyways ~ i hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Leo is so pumped when you show up with a turtle

He’s already imagining the epic sibling turtle bonding he’ll all have, and he’s definitely scheming ways to turn your new buddy into his own personal sidekick

But as he leans in to get a better look, he catches the turtle giving him a super intense, villainous stare

"Uh, why is he looking at me like that?" Leo laughs nervously, tapping the glass of its little tank

The turtle does not break eye contact

In fact, it somehow looks like it’s plotting something

After a long, intense staring contest (which Leo loses), Leo's more hyped than ever

“Oh, we’re keeping him. This little guy’s got edge.”

He decides to call it something like "Sidekick Jr", and he tries to train it to glare on command, thinking it’ll be perfect to bring it to battle with him

Obviously you don't let that happen.

Raph’s eyebrows shoot up the second he sees the turtle

“Whoa. That turtle is… cute.”

Lying is not Raph's focus

He is all in for helping you take care of it

But as soon as he leans in, the turtle levels him with a stare so intense that Raph is slightly taken aback

“This guy looks like he could plan a heist,” he jokes, but he’s half-serious

He’s convinced the turtle has some secret agenda and will not let it out of his sight

Raph takes pride in helping you build a “fortified tank” to protect it from any “potential escape attempts.”

He even draws up “exercise drills” to help it “build character.”

He ends up calling it something like “Lil’ Warrior”

The turtle's name is Bob

And he spends a suspicious amount of time training it to recognize commands, because “A turtle like this needs discipline.”

Donnie’s reaction is extreme caution

Like... wtf? How is this turtle so ugly?

(He completely forgot that he is also a softshell turtle)

He’s thrilled you came to him about turtle care, especially because this guy is a fellow softshell

But then he notices the turtle’s… ominous glare

For the next ten minutes, Donnie just stares back, analyzing every detail

The turtle doesn’t blink

It feels like a showdown

"This isn’t just any turtle, you know," he mutters, more to himself

He immediately runs diagnostics on it, pulling out his tools to test its temperament and intelligence level, just in case

Donnie takes the turtle care seriously, sets up the perfect tank, gets the optimal UV lamp, and is constantly researching enrichment activities, but he still doesn’t entirely trust it

You catch him putting up tiny lasers around the tank "just in case."

And he insists on renaming it something like “Professor Menace” because, in his words

“Look at that face—he’s clearly up to something.”

Mikey’s reaction is pure delight. “Aw! Look at the lil’ guy!”

He immediately wants to hold it, but as soon as he picks it up, the turtle gives him a side-eye that could curdle milk

Yes, the turtle is judging Michelangelo

He tries everything

Offering lettuce, sweet-talking it, giving it little pets, but the turtle just stares, expression unreadable but somehow… sinister

“Why does he keep looking at me like that?” Mikey wonders, confused but determined to win the turtle’s affection

He’s convinced it just needs a bit of “good vibes,” so he tries playing calming music, talking to it about his day, and even painting a little flower on the tank

Despite the turtle’s apparent indifference

(And slightly ominous glare)

Mikey’s convinced they’re best friends

He starts calling it “Lil’ Grump,” swearing it’ll warm up eventually.

#reader #x reader #y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader

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quirkwizard · 5 months ago

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I've been getting a lot of asks about the various futures of the characters in this setting, specifically Class 1-A. So I thought it'd be fun to mix them all up together and toss in some headcanons about the various students in the future. And yes, I will change some of the hero names and titles to what I believe are better versions. Because I like to think that someone from the Management Course got to these kids before they went public.

The Fresh-Picked Hero, Vineyard: Rank: 100s to 150s Specialization: Defense Popular Product: Sticky purple orb toys that you can throw around.

Mineta eventually grew to a more decent of a hero. He learned to properly apply himself rather than coasting on what little talent he had and worked to put on a brave face when fighting villains. He was hoping his growth would improve his image with the ladies. It did not.

The Super Sweet Hero, Sugar Ray: Rank: 100s to 150s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: A line of sweets designed and endorsed by Sato himself.

In spite of his brutish power and appearance, Sato found himself loved among old folks and housewives that loved the recipes he came up with. He'd always spare his treats with anyone he helped in his hero work, always brightening the spirits of anyone he came across.

The Taping Hero, Cellophane: Rank: 100s to 150s Specialization: Recon Popular Product: A brand of tape supposedly based on Sero's own tape.

While never the most popular or successful hero, Sero was always the most approachable one of the class, remaining down to Earth in spite of his past and lifestyle. This ended up making him more of the "working man's hero", finding fans in blue-collar workers. His power may have played a part in this.

The Fighting Hero, Martial: Rank: 100s to 150s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: A line of fur coats inspired by his tail and costume.

Ojiro was never going to be a popular hero, yet found a hardcore audience in niche communities. He would go on to found several dojos that would help young heroes learn how to apply themselves as marital artists, with or without their Quirks, and would accept many of them as his sidekicks.

The Unseen Heroine, Ultraviolet: Rank: 100s to 150s Specialization: Recon Popular Product: A shoe line inspired by the ones from her costume.

In spite of the massive controversy when she appeared on the hero scene because of her power, Hagkaure has taken to stealth-focused hero work well. Still, she tries to gain as much attention as possible as not to be left in the background. Surprisingly, this does not interfere with her work since no one ever sees it coming.

The Petting Hero, Anima Rank: 100s to 150s Specialization: Rescue Popular Product: A playset featuring various animals Koda works with, including little information cards on them.

While Koda had a role in the Heteromorphic moment, he found himself far more preoccupied with animal protection and conversation, working to endorse several zoos and sanctuaries. The once shy boy found his voice in sharing his love of animals. He remains popular with young children.

The Tentacle Hero, Sixth Sense: Rank: 50s to 60s Specialization: Recon Popular Product: A mask and headpiece set resembling Shoji's costume.

True to his word, Shoji helped foster and repair the relations with the Heteromorphs. He worked tirelessly as the public face of the movement and as the hero who would help deal with cases of Heteromorph related crimes. In time, Shoji started to feel like he didn't needed to hide his scars.

The Illustrious Hero, Rayonnant: Rank: 100s to 150s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: A clothing line heavily inspired by his own fabulous wardrobe and costume.

In spite of his flashy looks and grandiose persona, Aoyama was always one of the more empathic heroes. He would always help encourage "lost causes", becoming an icon and true hero for those that felt alone and afraid. He wanted to make sure they all grew to shine as bright as he did.

The Astonishing Hero, Paradigm: Rank: 100s to 150s Specialization: Recon Popular Product: A toy version of his masks that distorts your voice.

Preferring to stay away from the limelight, both for himself and his Quirk, Shinso made a valuable underground hero for the world at large. He's been immensely helpful in deescalating dangerous situations and assisting police in doing wet work to gather evidence. In spite of that, he never once felt like a villain.

The Stun Gun Hero, Chargebolt: Rank: 70s to 80s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: A toy version of his disk launcher and glasses

While not as lazy as he was in his youth, Denki still takes a laid back attitude to hero work and tends to treat it more like celebrity work. Less out of any selfish desire and more that he's surprisingly good at that part of it, especially with teenagers. Still does little electrical shows and short circuits himself sometimes at the request of fans.

The Hearing Heroine, Treblemaker: Rank: 20s to 30s Specialization: Rescue Popular Product: Various musical equipment themed after her, especially headphones and musical toys.

After her injury, Jiro focused less on hero work as a whole. While she still went out and landed her ear when she was needed, she instead used it as a platform to prop up her music to a resounding success. She'd often use her music and concerts to help raise money and attention to disaster areas she had worked in. Eri has been and always will be her biggest fan.

The Alien Heroine, Pinky: Rank: 10s to 20s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: Various health and beauty products, especially skin care ones.

It's been said by her fans that Mina was built to be a hero. And they'd be right. Between her flashy power and friendly personality, she quickly gained a following and shot up the ranks. She remains a fan favorite among the crowds, earning the fan name of Alien Queen. Tends to gossip a lot about her fellow heroes and causes undue drama.

The Sturdy Hero, Red Riot: Rank: 20s to 30s Specialization: Defense Popular Product: As much as Kirishima wants it to be his workout equipment and videos, it's his hair care products.

Kirishima became a noble and courageous hero, always being the first to run into whatever danger was in his way. In spite of his simple ability, his overall brand helped him garner the attention he deserved. He became an icon for young men around the state, inspiring them to be brave, to improve, and to protect the ones they love.

The Everything Hero, Refine: Rank: 5s-15s Specialization: Support Popular Product: A junior chemistry set that actually taught quite a bit about chemistry.

While never at the front of any one operation, Momo's plays a pivotal role in organizing and planning many operations, both big and small, and is considered the resident "mastermind" among the heroes. When she isn't doing that, she is assisting Uraraka, helping to provide the resources for needed to help those who can't afford the needed support equipment.

The Jet-Black Hero, Tsukuyomi: Rank: 10s to 20s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: Various plushies designed after Dark Shadow

In the shadows of the night, this dark hero would strike out giving all villains a true terror for the dark beast inside him. Yes, Tokoyami is still a massive dork. His own phrase of "Revelry in the Dark" became his catchphrase in the public eye, especially among his massive chunibyo fan base, much to his embarrassment. He thinks he could have come up with something cooler.

Rainy Season Hero: Froppy Rank: 100s-150s Specialization: Rescue Popular Product: A collection of Froppy themed water accessories, like goggles and water guns.

Tsuyu still patrols the coastline with her sidekicks, the Tadpoles, searching for anyone in need. While her niche work keeps her from the limelight, she is still extremely popular with small children. This is helpful whenever she helps Uraraka with her Quirk Counseling endeavors, helping to educate younger children on the matter.

The Turbo Hero, Ingenium Rank: 10s to 20s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: An Ingenium themed car for the action figure to drive around, much to Iida's confusion.

As Tenya grew older, he began to mellow out more, becoming more like the man Tensei was than the man Tenya thought he was. Still, he holds himself and his sidekicks to the high standards of the Ingeium family name. Hopes to instill those values in the younger generation and works extensively with Uraraka with her efforts in Quirk Counseling.

The Lighthearted Heroine, Uraravity Rank: 20s to 30s Specialization: Rescue Popular Product: A series of space themed toys based around a space mission storyline her brand did.

Uraraka went on to participate in and champion the act of Quirk Counseling. She helped to push for the implementation and personalization of the process across many schools. She wanted to make sure that no one would feel hatred for the Quirk and would regularly go around to help teach kids to understand and accept their Quirks.

Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight: Rank: 5s-15s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: Toys inspired by his bracers that light up and shoot out plastic darts.

Ever the firecracker, Bakugou remains a solo hero through and through. He fails at having any real media presence and is well known for his tumultuous relationship with the press. Still, he remains one of the most impressive heroes in terms of incidents solved and time spent patrolling. Tends to take in "troubled kids" and whip them into shape as his sidekicks.

The Thermal Hero, Shoto Rank: 5s-15s Specialization: Combat Popular Product: A limited edition model based off of his first costume.

Shoto became the pro hero he was always meant to be, moving on from the shadow of his family. However, in spite of his time and dedication, his public image keeps him from the higher rankings. He still cannot talk to people to save his life, and the awkward interviews are legendary in the hero fan community. Still manages to rank high among the "Hottest Heroes" listing.

The Greatest Hero, Deku: Rank: ??? Specialization: Combat Popular Product: A short-lived action figure from his time as a hero. It is considered a high-value item that any fan would kill for.

Deku's time away has led to endless speculation on what happened to him and why he left. However, with his big splash back on the hero scene, he's made huge waves in the hero world and is fully expected to shoot up the ranks. Many fans watch on in excitement to see what will come next of the young hero. Though for him, he's still eager to help teach his adoring students.

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 4 months ago

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“But I don’t understand,” said Sidekick to Hero, dramatically looming over the roofs on the city. “That business is supposed to be simple, right? Heroes good, Villains bad, Heroes go smash on Villains, boom, job done. What’s so hard to get?”

Hero took a break from taking a pose to stretch a bit. Not that it mattered, as it was night now. The cold had settled. They sneezed before answering:

“That’s how our publicity goes, yes. In reality, it’s a bit more complicated. You have to wait it out before acting.”

“But won’t that let innocents hurt while you’re thinking it over?”

“Trust me, I’ve been there a long time. Ah, there. That’s what I wanted you to see.”

They tended their chin towards the street, where a person in a suit at a bus stop. Two hours earlier, Hero and Sidekick had said to them that the bus wasn’t passing through that day. Citizen had smiled and thanked them, but they’d stayed just where they were. They’d looked tired, but not in distress in any way.

And now, a menacing shadow was lurking in the same street. Sidekick nervously glanced at Hero, who held them gently but firmly back. A villain with a silver cape was gliding solemnly in the frail light of the streetlamps, advancing slowly but surely at the citizen who didn’t move, probably paralyzed by fear.

“Now now, what have we here?”

Citizen stood up, just in time to find themselves between the wall and Villain, who purred:

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone? And my, aren’t you pretty.”

“I- I’m just back from work-”

“Darling, you work too much. I think it’s time you get a little rest, don’t you?”

With a gloved hand, Villain invited Citizen to follow them, and they did, eyes fixed on the ground. Sidekick looked at Hero with insistence, but their boss was busy fumbling in their pockets.

“You know what I hate most about this job? This suit doesn’t have enough pockets. I can’t tell you how much I had to fight Designer to get a jacket where I could put actual things – but then you have too many pockets, and you can’t find anything. Nothing is ever perfect. Ah, there you go.”

Sidekick looked at them hopefully, but instead of some shiny gadget that would have solved everything, Hero pulled out a handkerchief.

“Nights get colder and colder, have you noticed ?” they asked before blowing their nose.

“Did I-We’re in winter, of course nights get cold! Have you noticed that someone got kidnapped right under our noses?”

“I have.”

Hero pulled out a watch this time:

“Let’s check on them in two hours.”

“How?”

“By going to Villain’s lair, of course. It takes a while to go there.”

“Wh- You know where he’s hiding?”

“Of course.”

Villain’s lair was not exactly hard to miss. It was a mansion that looked quite new, despite its Victorian architecture. Sidekick renounced to count every window after a while.

“And people have trouble paying rent”, they grumbled through their teeth.

“Yeah...”sighed Hero. “Let’s go in.”

“By which window?”

“It’s the middle of the night, and it’s full of people. Let’s not disturb them.”

“The Henchmen?”

“The people who were kidnapped, kiddo, pay attention.”

“If they’re sleeping. If they’re alive.”

“My point is, let’s try the door.”

“You know, I thought you were going to say that by this point,” grumbled Sidekick.

Hero smiled and pushed slightly the heavy door that wasn’t locked. As silently as possible, they slipped through the main corridor.

“You have guts, I’ll give you that,” they heard Villain say in another room.

“But I know nothing about Hero, I swear!” answered a little voice that sounded more shy than terrified.

“Your loyalty is as striking as your beauty, I see. Very well...let’s see if a stay here will make you talk.”

With a laugh that would have been admitted in the most high of societies, Villain closed the door. Hero sniffed and waved a little. Villain raised an eyebrow, glanced at Sidekick, and asked:

“Are the streets so empty that you’re coming to arrest me?”

The other one struck a heroic pose in answer, plunging forward with their fist held out, making their cape fly, and stood still so Villain could pump their fist with theirs.

“Nah, idiot, I wanted to present to you my new Sidekick.”

Said Sidekick was looking more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

“Hi”, they said flatly. “I don’t understand or like any of this. Can someone explain?”

“I didn’t get it either at first,” said Hero, opening slightly another door. “But look for yourself.”

Sidekick peeked. Another Citizen was sleeping soundly in a huge canopy bed. The room was huge and spotless, with a library and a television. Nestled in the center of all that luxury, Citizen had the little smile of someone getting the sleep they had needed for years.

“But a kidnapping is still a kidnapping,” whispered Sidekick. “Even in a nice room.”

“None of the doors are closed,” pointed Villain. “You see, I became what I became because I couldn’t cope with my daily life. So now I do what I’d have wanted before. Someone taking me away and let me rest without having to feel guilty. They’re kidnapped, so they’re forced to do what they want.”

“That’s what happened", confirmed Hero. “I checked. Multiple times. Say Villain, do you have some tea left?”

“I'll see what I can do.”

Villain led the way in the corridor, while the two others followed through.

“Do you understand, Sidekick?” asked Hero softly. “You have to get the story first. They are a lot of Villains in this town, but some of them are just like this weirdo.”

“I think you’re all insane.”

“Ah, now you’re learning.”

Back to the Hero x Villain Masterlist

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maryaandmorevna · 2 months ago

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N.1 Pro hero!Touya who takes an interest in a civilian!you after seeing your anonymous comments on the popular hero forum.

You think he's only gotten so far because his father was Endeavor. You think everything was handed to him on a silver platter. You think he doesn't deserve such admiration from the part of the male fanbase when he's a supposed misogynist. (He was not! The fuck! Fuckin haters!)

You have such a stupid, ignorant opinion of him (who the hell do you think you are?) and you're not afraid to share it around.

So fucking what if he's not winning popularity contests and he's rude to the press? His crime-solving rate rivals his father at the height of the old man's career and he IS the strongest man around. Who are you to criticize him!? Some jobless lard pasted on a couch, most likely.

He decides to track your IP address and find you.

He makes an account and feels just a tad ridiculous for defending himself on a forum. "If you didn't know, hero Touya has the highest efficiency rate when it comes to saving multiple civilians from villain attacks! If you didn't know, hero Touya has trained harder than anyone else to hone his quirks!"

Yes, quirks, because some ignoramus clearly wouldn't know about him almost DYING when he was 13 to get his father to pay attention. It took him nearly perishing in unimaginable pain for his ice quirk to activate.

Through suffering, he had reached what his spoilt, little masterpiece of a brother was born with.

And Shouto was only n.4 now.

Touya goddamn Todoroki was n.1.

But the only response he gets is: " Go suck his privileged dick if you like him so much!"

You deserve to be put in your place for that alone!

So, Touya waits until his agents find you - the stupid anonymous hater.

He imagines you must be some microdicked fan of his brother, or one of those simps who would love for a female hero to overtake his n.1. Spot. Ha. As if.

A spot he bled and cried and burned for.

So what if he fucked a different chick every month, refusing to take his clothes off, and sending them packing the moment he was done?

None of them deserved to parade around with n.1 hero on their arm when they lived in a different world. They wouldn't understand the burn scars on his thighs and belly and what it fucking took to be here.

Touya didn't know what he expected when they informed him his hater had been found but he certainly didn't anticipate you would be so...cute.

You were a woman.

How could he not have realized that?

Touya scoffed.

You were jealous of him. He positively feels gleeful when he logs onto his account, "Fire123", to type away.

"Bet you'd love to do that, you irrelevant wanna-be."

He gets an answer that same night.

"I feel sorry for the poor woman whom he pays to get his nepo baby dick wet. Bet she wishes she could fuck Shouto instead."

The foulness of his glower scares all the sidekicks next morning.

Sorry? Oh, you'll be sorry when he shows up at your doorstep! When he has you fired! When he buys the apartment from your landlord! You'll be groveling little bitch then, he's sure!

#dabi #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #pro hero dabi #reader is a hater #pro hero touya #THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS #bnha x reader #dabi x you #touya x you #bnha dabi x you #dabi x y/N #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #my hero academia oneshot #dabi oneshot

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blueishspace · 4 months ago

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Hero, Villain God 20

(Prev) (Next) (First)

*Grian's pov*

You are waiting for Hotguy to finally come to see you, drinking very sweetened tea in a room so bland it might as well make a world record, when the door busts open and-

"Coffee guy??!"

Is... Is that what he's called you??? You literally told him you go by Grian... He's the one that dropped the coffee on you in the first place...

"... It's Grian"

"Oh, right, yes! What...uh...what are you doing here"

"I'm waiting for Hotguy"

You take a sip of tea between words...really, what else would you be here for? Entertainment?

"Have you seen him? He's quite late now"

You know full well that he is HotGuy but it's not like 'Grian' has any reason to know that... And It's funnier like this.

"I'm... I'm HotGuy''

"... Nah"

"U-uh??? What do you mean nah!??"

"I don't believe it"

"But I am!"

"Sure you are."

"I am! Look!"

He shows you a badge like thing, you don't really know what It's supposed to be but you play along... You can guess by his expression that he thinks that should be enough to convince you.

"Ohhh, you're really HotGuy?"

"You bet I am!"

Time for phase two of messing with Hotguy: messing with him a little more but in a different way.

"Ohhh! I see, when you trew coffe on me was that like a trick? A distraction? Was thereba villain nearby you needed to confuse? Smart."

He visibly cringes, not really good at having a poker face.

"Not..really"

"Oh, was I a suspect for some crime and our chat was secretly an interrogation?"

"No...that was an accident"

You stare at him fir a few seconds before laughing.

"... Yeah, I could tell"

You can see his expression going from sheepish to confused to betrayed.

"You!"

"Me."

"You tricked me!"

"I did not. Me? Never."

"But you did!"

"Hmm, yeah I did."

"You embarassed me!"

"You were the one to pour coffee on me"

"You bamboozled me! Played me like a fiddle!"

"Nooo no no, a fiddle is an hard instrument to play"

"...?"

"I played you like the cheap plastic kazoo you are"

... His expression is hilarious, he's just open mouthed.

"I can't believe you would say that to the Hot Guy"

"I can't believe you would pour coffee on your only and first sidekick."

"You weren't my sidekick back then!"

"I'm only hearing excuses. Very bad."

"Geez, you're worse then Poultryman!"

You don't know how to take that considering ...well, considering you ARE secretly Poultryman... You decide to take it as a compliment. After all what is better then being yourself?

*Scar's pov*

What comes next is silence... There isn't anything to say so It's slightly... akward now.... Really akward.

Well, there is... One thing.

"I had some questions added to the last part of the interview"

"I know"

Huh? How? You have to know how he figured it out... and why he got them wrong.

"How?"

"The last bunch were really really different from the other ones and if someone else made them then obviously that must have been Hotguy"

That.. makes sense...you think.

"You uh, failed all of those questions"

"Yep"

Ok, what is going on? Why is he smirking like that??? Wait...

"You did it on... purpose? ...why???"

"A good conversation starter for when I met Hotguy"

"That's...no! That's an horrible conversation starter! You could have failed the interview!"

"Well, I didn't fail...and we are conversing now aren't we?"

That...You...He got you there, you'll have to admit defeat this once.

#trafficblr #traffic smp #hermitblr #hermitcraft #grian #goodtimeswithscar #cuteguy #hotguy #hero villain god au

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bnhaobservation · 3 months ago

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When Heroes need protecting who will be there to protect them?

As I was re-reading chapter 429 this sentence ‘When Heroes need protecting who will be there to protect them?’ came up again and, like usual, it never failed to annoy me.

It’s of course a personal reaction and you might disagree, you might love it, but if it’s okay, I’d like to discuss a bit of why this sentence never fails to irk me for how redundant it feels. If you love it instead, feel free to skip this post.

Now, if I'm not wrong the manga started making this question around the end of the Paranormal Liberation War arc. Yes, it started making it in a time in which story also wonder what is a Hero, if it’s someone to whom people look up and count on or someone who suffers in silence.

Now… the whole ‘suffer in silence’ is tied to the Japanese idea that enduring is an heroic virtue, which is why it gets tossed into the discussion. Shouto is the family Hero because, according to Rei, he is the one who suffered the most among the Todorokis yet he endured it, he didn’t hate her (or Enji) and even called her ‘mom’, and now he’s making friends at U.A. high and saving his other family members.

No one else in the family could endure abuse like Shouto, Rei snapped, Enji fell prey to rage, Touya became a Villain, Natsuo hates his father as for Fuyumi… actually I would say she endured too but I guess Rei believed she didn’t suffer enough so she’s no hero.

Now that we got out of the way this Japanese concept, let’s go back to the original question. Who helps Heroes when they need protecting?

Let’s pick the most famous Hero ever, All Might.

Who helps him?

Let’s make a list.

We’ve Gran Torino, who not only fight at his side but is always willing to hear him out and to support him.

We’ve his sidekick, Nighteye, who not only helped him with paperwork but also wanted to protect him. Even when they parted ways because Nighteye disagreed with All Might, he continued to look out for him and it’s just All Might who avoided him.

We’ve the police, Tsukauchi is his best friend, he also does paperwork for him, supports him, sits next to him when he’s in hospital.

We’ve the people at U.A. high, Nezu offers him a job, suggests him to search for a heir among his students, Recovery Girl heals him and counsel him on the best way to train Midoriya. When he’ll make friend with Eraser Head the latter will also sit next to him, hear him out, support him.

We’ve other Heroes, during his first battle against AFO even Enji came to help All Might and tried to encourage him his own horrid way.

We’ve his protégée, Midoriya, who gets himself into deadly matches to save him, who, once he hears his fate might be to die horribly, wants to change said fate.

We've his students, it's Bakugou who will rush to save him when he fights AFO a second time.

We’ve the people he inspired, like Star and Stripe who challenges her own government to support him.

We've David Shield, who's willing to commit crimes to help him when he learns he's losing his strength.

We've Melissa Shield who creates for him the suit he used to fight AFO.

All Might often decides to suffer in silence but he’s surrounded by people wanting to help him. He doesn’t have to suffer in silence, they’re all around him, willing to help.

What about a less beloved hero like Endeavor?

He has his family who, despite having been abused by him, after Touya’s revelation still decides to support him.

We have his sidekicks who thinks the fact he worked hard as a Hero matters more than the fact he abused his family.

We’ve the other Heroes, like Hawks and Best Jeanist who decide to side with him and cooperate with him.

We’ve his driver, Kurumada-san, who remains loyal to him.

We've his interns, Midoriya will defend him when Touya will reveal the truth.

Actually, even if we see little of them, he'll still have some fans who will still support him.

What about a Hero in training?

We see many of them have their own families to support them, Midoriya has Inko, Ochako has her parents.

They’ve their homeroom teacher, Eraser Head is always there to help them.

They’ve the Heroes they interned under, who’re there to support them (see Best Jeanist with Bakugou, Gran Torino with Midoriya, Nighteye with Togata, Fat Gum with Amajiki).

They’ve the rest of their class, as class A always support its members and class B seems to be the same.

They’ve the people they helped, Kouta and the giant woman were fast to support Midoriya.

They’ve other Heroes, who’re willing to help them.

Asui also seem to have a friend from middle school willing to support her.

The police also protected and supported them, when Shouto, Iida and Midoriya got themselves in trouble in Hosu the chief of the police went to them and protected them.

Long story short, for Heroes and Heroes in training there’s a huge support network.

Hell even someone who's just a student at U.A. high like Shinsou, who’s not in the Hero course gets helped out to reach the Hero course and is supported by his classmates.

And if they can’t really stand the situation… well, Heroes can decide to drop the job. They aren’t forced to remain in it. They're paid a lot of money and, if they saved said money, they can just quit without problems, possibly without even needing to rush to find another job to support themselves.

Ultimately, in this manga, Heroes deciding to suffer in silence on their own isn’t something they’re forced to do, but their own choice, a choice that’s often thwarted by the people who care about them, as they're there to support them.

Honestly, the only Hero I can remember was left to suffer alone was Lady Nagant, and that’s because what she was doing wasn’t Heroic and so she couldn’t talk about it… and possibly she was kept isolated for that same reason by the Hero commission and denied the possibility to opt out.

All the other Heroes are shown to have a strong support network or the option to sign out.

Wondering who’ll save them when they DECIDE to bottle up their misery (as they’ve the option to share it) feels like a redundant question, not something I’ve to worry about because the story made beyond clear there’s plenty of people willing to save them.

For me, a more poignant question would have been ‘who’ll save Twice once he’s kicked out of his job?’

Not his family, not his colleagues, not the police, not the Heroes, not his boss. He was supposed to endure in silence the life of the homeless on his own.

‘Who’ll save Himiko when she can’t bear it any longer?’

Not her family, not her classmates, not the police, not the Heroes, not her teacher, not her crush. She was supposed to endure in silence the fact she had different urges from the rest of the people and kept it hidden.

‘Who’ll save Touya when he’s breaking?’

Not his family, not his Hero father, not the police, not his classmates, not his teacher. He was supposed to endure in silence how no one cared about him and his dreams.

‘Who’ll save Spinner when he’s targeted by racism?’

No one. He was just expected to endure in silence closed in his own room as the people in his city didn’t want him to get out of it.

‘Who’ll save Tenko when his father is abusing him? When he’s wandering through the city?’

Tenko’s family made an half backed and way too late effort to save him from Kotarou’s abuse, but for the most part Tenko was expected to endure. After they died he had no one and was expected to endure being homeless at five.

In short what I wanted the manga to ask me was:

‘When abused people need protecting, who will be there to protect them?’

For basically 429 chapters, Heroes focus on Villains, they wouldn’t protect someone who’s miserable for reasons that aren’t Villain related. They aren’t meant to save abused people unless they’re threatened by a Villain. It’s not their job and they don't wonder about it.

There’s no support network for people who’re abused, suffering in silence for them is not an option, it’s what they’re forced to do because no one cares. They can’t ‘opt out’ of that life, it’s all they have, they’re trapped.

So in the end they break, become the perfect targets for Villains like AFO, or decide to attack society as they start to see it as an enemy and turn into Villains… and ironically this gives them a support group in form of other Villains.

And once they’re Villains… all that Hero wants to do with them is to put them in jail.

Yes, in the very last chapters we see some kids are kind of changing the game.

Uraraka (who’s implied to be a special case) wanted to give Himiko her blood after she had put her in jail, and Midoriya (another special case) went to see Spinner to tell him Tomura’s last words and let him rage and mourn but that was it.

In the end the story doesn’t really address what to do with people once they turn Villains because they broke.

We’ve Uraraka making a support group for little kids in form of the Quirk counseling program and Shouji making a support group for Heteromorphs in form of him solving conflict peacefully, and it kind of implied that Midoriya’s example would turn common people into nice people that would now support each other… but the focus is on helping people BEFORE they’ll turn into Villains. The story never truly address a way to help Villains to turn back into decent people after jailing them.

The story specifically mention Tartarus as a place where human rights are violated which fits with how Japanese prisons are in real life. Amnesty International has documented cases where prisoners in Japan suffered from systematic cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment and are at high risk of being subjected to abusive forms of punishment like having been beaten severely by prison guards for minor infractions of prison rules, detained in solitary confinement for long periods, restrained in leather belts and handcuffs, and held in special cells as a punishment.

Horikoshi tossed this in his own story like a fact… but then never addressed it further than that, actually he even had Lady Nagant prefer remaining in jail.

That’s why Tomura, Touya and Himiko had to die in the story, because in the end their other option was to be tossed in a jail and have their human right violated until they would be executed.

There would be no salvation for them anyway, it was too late, all the support groups Class A kids created are for people who hasn’t yet turned into a Villain, not for Villains who could be redeemed.

I find kind of sad that I’m asked more than once to worry about who’ll support Heroes when it’s clear they’ve a large support group in the story, but I’m not asked to worry about who didn’t have a support group, about who was left on his own, and that saving them was tackled only in the last chapters, mostly in a fairytalesque way and that it still didn’t regard whose who weren’t saved prior to turn Villains.

It’s possible it’s, of course, just me… but I really needed to give voice to those feelings. Feel free to disagree and please, forgive me if I’ve bored you.

#boku no hero academia #bnha meta #mha meta #bnha spoilers #Uraraka Ochako #Midoriya Izuku #Toshinori Yagi #Shigaraki Tomura #Todoroki Enji #Todoroki Touya #Toga Himiko #Shouji Mezou #Tobita Danjuurou #Tsutsumi Kaina #bnha observations

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xjackjackx · 1 month ago

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Victim Becker is like The character ever because. as a Person he absolutely deserved better, he deserves a second chance to be happy again with Mitsi and Agent and his three new friends. he does not need an atonement arc, he does not need to apologize for anything, the world should be apologizing to him. but as a Character i would fucking hate it if victim redeemed himself.

like no. there is no world where i can see any scenario where victim gives alan and/or chosen a second chance and i'll be happy with it. it's not like chosen, who owed all his strength to alan and ultimately knew they have to team up against a stronger evil. it's not like purple, where his issue was a shitty father that he needs to forget and move on from, not hunt for approval or revenge or anything else. it's not like king, whose "villain" was a nonsentient game he was projecting his rage and inability to protect gold onto. victim has an objective, real antagonist to his story, and that antagonist is Alan Becker and his (in victim's mind) sidekick The Chosen One. There is no misunderstanding like King, there's no greater evil or vic owing them something like Chosen. Alan is responsible for every bad thing in vic's life, knowingly or not, that's an objective fact. Victim was traumatized for years because of Alan, Victim lost the love of his life because of Alan and Chosen (even if Dark is the one who killed Mitsi, Chosen assisted and Dark's dead so there's no one else Vic can hunt for)

I just. cannot see Victim ever redeeming himself. Him ever giving Alan and Chosen a second chance. Him going "I won't actively hunt you if you fuck off and never show up again" would be the best outcome, and that'd still feel wrong cause it's been over a decade, would Victim really back off after all of that?

What could make Victim back off? That's the biggest issue here. Why would Victim ever turn good after a life like his. He's spent 12 years plotting revenge. He lost the most important person in his life. He's so stuck up his own ass he views all his former employees as traitors and cowards. He's never shown himself to be grateful towards Agent despite all the shit that he did for him. He's convinced the rules are "I'm good and anyone against me is evil and probably with Alan ngl". His innocence is gone, Mitsi is gone, Agent is on his side and if he'll turn against Vic he would be written off as another "coward" and "fool", and the mercs are random hired guns that he does not give two fucks about.

If I was writing Season 3, I would not give Victim a redemption for the sake of a "happy ending" (he's similar enough to King anyway). For me, Victim is a character defined by tragedy; he's been wronged, nothing ever goes his way, he is the Victim of this universe. For me, Victim's story will end with failure, with a death that he won't return from, after he's lost everyone in a single-minded obssession with getting revenge. The same way the Chosen One became a hero, the Dark Lord died a monster in a failed attempt for world domination and the Second Coming succeeded where his predecessor couldn't, the Victim cannot escape the fate that's been forced onto him since his author wrote his story. Since fate cursed him. Since Alan gave him that damn name.

Would it be cruel and tragic for Victim to never get a happy ending after a life of suffering? Yes. But it would give AVA a more mature story than another "happily ever after". But it would teach Alan and Chosen that no matter how hard they regret and atone, some of their victims will never let them go. But it would teach the Stick Gang that even if they want to, there are some people you can't group-hug it out with.

Funnily enough, I only have that feeling with Victim. I'm very open for an Agent redemption, but that's for another day.

#alan becker #animator vs animation #ava victim #ava the chosen one #ava the dark lord #ava agent #analysis #character analysis #i'm afraid of ava season 3 and how itll end #i genuinely think it would be good for victim to die but i can smell the redemption coming from a mile away #and i'm scared cause i don't think alan will execute it well. chosen and purple were his only good redemptions #EVER #every other one sucked #and i don't want ava's best story arc yet to end on an awful note that will leave me disappointed and angry #there's no good reason to explain victim redeeming #i'm especially afraid that fucking Dark will return steal Vic's spotlight as the big bad and will cause Rocketcorp and Stickgang to team up #That would be so fucking awful I would actually lose faith in Alan actually being a good writer #dark should stay dead. mitsi should stay dead. victim should join them.#that's my hot take

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redhoodinternaldialectical · 2 years ago

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I don’t think Jason has ever hated Tim

I recently revived my Jason Todd hyperfixation from its torpor and realized I had... Means and Ways of reading as many comics as I want for free, so I made the transition from Fanon Only to having read Lost Days, Under the Red Hood, Teen Titans #29 (where Jason fights and beats the tar out of Tim), Hush, Red Hood and the Outlaws (the majority of both runs), Red Robin: The Grail, Batman and Robin: Streets Run Red, Green Arrow #70 - #73 (where Jason kidnaps Mia), Battle for the Cowl, and a smattering of other bits and bobs, all within the last month.

I have come to the conclusion that the idea that Jason hated Tim before slowly learning to be okay with him is completely backwards.

Jason starts respecting Tim as a fellow combatant after basically their first meeting, and was sympathizing with him even before. Fandom talks a lot about how Jason repeatedly tried to kill Tim, but I think there’s a good argument to be made that actually Jason has never tried to kill Tim, and there’s a better argument that Jason has never tried to hurt Tim out of a dislike for him.

Tim is the one who feels viciously betrayed by Jason, hates his guts, and depending on if you blend in the New 52 either learns to begrudgingly like him or just stays hatin.

Obviously I need some proof here, since this goes completely against the grain of every relationship interpretation I’ve ever seen for them, so approximately seven miles of character analysis under the cut lmao

I’m gonna try to go in chronological order of the characters’ history here, which means we’re starting with Lost Days, and Jason’s first reaction to finding out there’s a new Robin:

This does not look like anger to me.

Lost Days is only six issues long, and this is the entirety of the pages devoted to Jason’s feelings on Tim. Jason succeeds in a plan that would have almost certainly killed Batman if Jason had gone through with it. Jason undeniably has Joker dead to rights at one point, but lets him go. Jason at no point in this story attempts to harm Tim at all.

Now for Hush.

Context for fanon only folks: this is where the “throat slitting” bit happens.

Context for a lot of confusion: I don’t know if Jason is the one who holds Tim hostage or not.

In the original Hush plot line this is only Clayface; Jason isn’t here at all. It was later retconned in Under the Red Hood that Jason was actually in this fight for... some amount of time. It’s highly unclear to me when they swap out. Probably because originally, they didn’t swap out. Oh well! In either case, it’s now canon that Jason coached Clayface on his acting, so for the purposes of this essay, Imma hold Jason responsible for the throat damages and the words said regardless of who did what!

Right off the bat: this is a hostage taking, not a murder. Yes, Clayson Jayface does nick Tim’s neck and absolutely makes the threat of murdering him to Batman, but it’s clearly a threat. Like, look at this panel:

He is talking a lot. This isn’t an attempt to kill Tim, it’s an attempt to screw with Batman. No matter who this is, they have every reason to expect that Batman will stop them before they do any permanent damage. Can you see that little, blurry, half-hidden line of red? Lets look at what the damage was later on:

The bleeding was stopped by a bit of cloth, some pressure, and he’ll need stitches eventually, but they can clearly wait, and Tim doesn’t seem alarmed. That’s enough to scar, and enough that it is perfectly reasonable for Tim to assume that he would have died if he hadn’t been rescued.

However, Jason being deeply protective of kids is a reasonably consistent character trait. “You really think I’m gonna bring the pain to a ten year old?” Even at Jason’s most villainous, he is willing to put himself in danger in order to protect his own sidekick Scarlet. I think it would be very out of character for him to have gone through with it. Combined with Jason’s later actions and the general fact that a hostage is pretty useless dead, I come to the conclusion that Jason was bluffing.

It is ambiguous though, and I admit that this is probably the weakest link in the “Jason never tried to kill him” chain.

But enough of that, was he angry with him? Is the hate there?

I argue no, and that really there’s no emotional investment in Tim at all. In terms of hard numbers the pages Jalay Toddface spends holding Tim hostage is 3 and the number he spends fighting Batman is 13 and the number of times he even so much as LOOKS at Tim is ZERO, like actually, literally ZERO TIMES. He does not spare poor Timmy a SINGLE GLANCE.

Now make a special note here because those three pages of no eye contact from someone who might not even be Jason are the ONLY times that Tim is called Pretender or Imposter.

I’m relying on this research done by Kiragecko: https://kiragecko.tumblr.com/post/128411908944/bat-sibling-interaction It only goes up to Battle for the Cowl, (as does this essay it turns out, I just don’t know how to bridge between that and the New 52) so it isn’t every interaction ever, but it’s still excellent research, go leave a like.

According to them: “Comments: Tim thinks about Jason a lot while he’s first training. He imagines the former Robins giving him pep talks, and uses them to fight off fear gas. When Jason comes back, though, Tim’s really nasty, especially in his head. Jason, however, is somewhat respectful. He usually calls Tim ‘Tim’, and seems to kind of like him. ‘Pretender’ and ‘Imposter’ are things that CLAYFACE said, not Jason.“

How many times are those said? Once. Each. That’s it. As a comment under the Jason and Tim post done by Kiragecko points out, “Replacement” doesn’t even get used.

Under the Red Hood is basically THE Jason Todd comic. To my memory he doesn’t interact with Tim in it. However, it does contain that aforementioned reconning! So we get to see his reasoning during this encounter.

And it very very clearly isn’t at all about Tim.

Moving on to Titans Tower, which is indisputably focused on Tim: When he fights Tim, he is absolutely violent and over the line, but he’s NOT out of his head. Jason is clearly very lucid and careful about what he’s doing.

Is he angry? Of course! He’s angry at the Titans who in his mind cared about him way less than their other members, and accepted a replacement robin as though his life, his whole flesh and blood self, was something that could be so easily forgotten and swapped out.

But I think it would be a mistake to assume that Jason’s at all mad that he isn’t Robin anymore.

A very interesting direct parallel to this fight is when Jason kidnaps Mia, Green Arrow’s sidekick Speedy, fights her, appeals to their commonalities and encourages her to solve crime his way rather than Green Arrow’s way.

In both scenarios Jason engineers a way to isolate a sidekick and attempts to teach them something through combat. He makes a direct appeal to them against their mentors, and seems genuine about what he’s saying. He also lets both of them live, and with Mia is honestly pretty damned polite about it all. At least, as polite as a guy can be about kidnapping you and encouraging you to try to kill him in your high school gym that he definitely should not know about.

The plain fact of the matter is that Jason knocked Tim out, had time to paint his whole ass name way up high on a wall, and did not kill him. This is the same Jason who just prior to that took out all of Tim’s allies non-lethally. The same Jason who kept Mia’s protector’s busy non-lethally. The same Jason who cuts Mia free and gives her weapons back and starts slow in their fighting to make sure he doesn’t hurt her too badly. The same Jason who seems to feel very strongly that killing, trafficking, or selling drugs to kids is an unforgivable offense and very clearly sees Tim as a kid.

Quite frankly, this reads not like a murder, and not like a jealous beatdown, but an attempt to convince Tim that he’s going to get himself killed and needs to get out while he still can. In Jason’s mind before they meet, Tim is purely A Robin, a kid who deserves better than to be put into danger against the same monsters over and over again until he finally slips up and dies.

Is this a hairbrained and back asswards way of doing that? Yes! But it does track for someone who tries to do all of his talking through his actions, which do speak louder than words, but unfortunately C-4 loudness is not actually a significant boon to nuanced communication.

If you want to put it in a less charitable way (and maybe we should, this is a bonkers asshole move on Jason’s part no matter how you slice it) then we can say Jason is testing Tim, trying to see if this one has what it takes to be better than he was, to survive where he couldn’t. Personally I think it’s a mix of both, and for this end of that emotional mess: Tim passes the test.

Jason leaves while talking about Tim in present tense, showing that he has every expectation of Tim being alive, and praises him in the process:

Did you know that the fun panel of Tim kicking Jason in the nuts is actually from the same comic run, about twenty or so issues later?

Did you know that the argument they were having starts with Dick and Tim wrestling with Jason and accusing him of a murder he did not commit, and in fact tried to save the victim from?

Did I mention yet that the death in question was of Duela Dent, aka the JOKER’S DAUGHTER, whom Jason caught attempting to hold a young woman hostage for ransom? And that Jason repeatedly shot her getaway balloon instead of her and then tried to save her life immediately afterwards despite the fact that she was going to let the hostage plummet to their death? And it is implied that part of the reason he’s so easy on her is because of “Once a Titan always a Titan” loyalty, with this being our first clue that Jason isn’t the one shooting at her anymore?

Did I also mention that he comes to her funeral in part to be around Donna (the starry leotard lady whose statue he smashed) because it’s nice to be around people who understand being displaced by their own death? And that the one who sticks up for him in this scene is Donna?

At risk of negating my own thesus here, I’d say it’s reasonable to think that maybe Jason feels rage-hate for Tim in this “kicked in the dick while Dick grins smugly” moment.

Lets go now to Robin #177 at the tail end of the 1993 to 2003 run - Bruce has “died” and Tim hasn’t yet gone on his epic quest to find him. Tim finds Jason unifying street gangs with the intent to bring them under control and solve the current crisis. He appeals to Tim for help with this, in fact he comes off as almost puppy dog eager to work with him, and seems really sad when he says fuck no.

This is one of the first fights in which Tim really holds his own against Jason, and I am very proud of him, yes :3

This gets Jason arrested. Then Tim actually goes through with a heavily modified, less violent version of Jason’s plan that Jason didn’t think could work. A few issues later, when Tim decides that he’s going to try to honor what Bruce would have wanted by springing Jason out of jail, Jason makes note of that.

Jason is pretty damned civil at their next meeting, even though Tim makes it pretty damned clear he doesn’t want him around.

And now... we have to talk about Battle for the Cowl.

I’ve seen it described as a masterclass in how NOT to write Jason Todd, due to it portraying him as being an absolutely off his rocker anger murder violence man. I am inclined to agree.

In this three issue comic Jason Todd has been dRiVeN mAd (in the most bullshit comic sense of that word) by Bruce’s will... telling him to go to therapy. Yeah. So uh, he dons a Batman suit to shoot people in AND pretends to be Black Mask so he can enslave a bunch of villains Amanda Waller style, and like it gets weird from there. It is an extremely jarring transition from that last scene to GUNS BAT HATE MAN.

He still does not hate Tim in it. I really, seriously thought I was going to have to make a lot of excuses for this portion but then the more I read of it the more vindicated I was cause let me repeat: One of the most unhinged with Bat hate and crazy juice versions of Jason ever put to print does not hate Tim at all.

Hell, he likes Tim! He compliments him!

And on top of that, even though he is MUCH more lethal against his fellow robins when they attack him - Jason straight up shoots a ten year old Damian in the chest. It’s fucked. - There is still evidence to suggest that Jason deliberately didn’t kill Tim when he had ample opportunity.

Jason first of all never hunts Tim down. I’ve heard Battle for the Cowl described as Jason tracking Tim down or kidnapping him or going after him to force him to Be His Robin, but that’s just not how it goes.

Instead he waits for Tim to come find his Batcave, disorients him, and goes for a ton of surface cuts. He only actually goes for a real body blow after Tim picks up a crowbar and beats Jason across the face with it a few times.

(Again, proud of you Timmy)

After the stabbing, Jason doesn’t just leave Tim there; this isn’t a matter of hurrying on before he could check. He’s seen dragging Tim off. When Nightwing later comes to rescue him, Dick is downright certain Jason is lying to him about Tim being dead because Jason is refusing to show him the body and Dick figures it’s because he knows there’s no body to show (if in part because he can’t let himself believe Tim is dead without hard proof).

Tim himself wonders about this, noting that the batterang was rusted and shattered on his armor.

Sure, Tim used playing possum to make his pulse slow to a near stop for a while, maybe that fooled Jason, but keep in mind that BRUCE taught Tim that skill, and if there’s one thing these comics have established, it’s that Jason is dangerous precisely because he is so intimately familiar with the techniques of the Bat. Jason even makes specific note of the fact that Tim being trained like Bruce and fighting like Bruce would be his downfall at the beginning of their fight.

The whole comic leaves me wondering just how much of what happened went completely according to Jason’s plan. I really would not put it passed him to engineer a ‘death in the family’ recreation for the next Batman in line! As much as I agree that this is garbage characterization for him in many many ways, I do think Jason makes a fantastic villain. I love to see him run rings around the Bats in some places, and make lemonade out of getting his ass kicked in others.

No matter how we interpret the stabbing here though, what does seem very clear to me is that Jason makes the Be My Robin offer to Tim first and foremost because he thinks pretty highly of Tim! He’s been rejected by Tim at least three times over but keeps holding a hand out for him. This does not seem like Tim hater reaction hours here!

Also that whole thing about kids being dragged into this vigilante life irresponsibly? Yeah that’s still there!

I have TRIED to find evidence that Jason hates Tim at like literally any point here. I have gone through the shit people point to. I have looked at the context around those and dug up more obscure interactions for second and third views. Everywhere I look I just see more instances of Jason complimenting Tim!! It’s driving me nuts!

The only conclusion that I can come to is that people read this stuff and just trust that Tim is right about Jason. Tim’s internal view waaay more closely resembles fandom interpretation. Tim assumes that Clayson Toddface would absolutely have killed him in cold blood, that Jason beat the shit out of him purely to prove he was stronger, that he’s a brute, a moron, an active danger to society, and that every bit of leniency given to him will result in betrayal and death.

I don’t have clearer proof for it, but I also don’t think it’s a stretch to say that Tim probably believes Jason has it out for him and holds him responsible for his replacement.

So yeah. As a fascinating reversal of my expectations going in: I don’t think Jason has ever hated Tim, but boy fuckin howdy has Tim HATED Jason.

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jumpywhumpywriter · 4 months ago

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Sidekick's Death -- and Hero's Rage part 2

Warnings: death of Hero's sidekick, grief & denial, bleeding and grievous injuries, passing out

Hero's breathing was harsh and ragged as Villain lowered her to the ground, where she flopped limply onto her front in the dirt.

"You can't..." Hero's voice faded as she sucked in another rattling breath, injured and tired and bleeding, beaten. But that didn't stop her from scrabbling at Villain's shoes with blood-caked fingernails like a wild animal, desperately begging.

On any other day Hero would never sacrifice her dignity in such a way, would never grovel at his feet. But this was different. It was about Sidekick this time, and she'd do anything for him. She needed to see him with a gut-wrenching desperation and Villain was standing in her way and--

Hero gave up, knowing she couldn't win, and laid limply on the ground at Villain's feet, sobbing and wailing wretchedly into the dirt. She hoped he would have the mercy to kill her too. She couldn't imagine living without her sidekick, her dearest friend and ally.

She was distantly aware of the sound of vehicles approaching, and knew out of experience that it was the media and news crew rushing to get a story and be the first reporter on the scene. But she didn't care. It was over. Sidekick was gone.

Grief and devastation stabbed her right in the chest, yawning open into a giant black pit of nothingness, of hollowed-out agony that knew no bounds.

She was shivering and shaking violently, and she flinched hard when she felt a hand on her arm, forcefully dragging her up from the ground. She cried out in pain as Villain picked her up entirely with one arm around her back and another under her knees.

Hero's head lolled weakly in his arms, and she struggled to fix her blurry vision on his face. But she could have sworn Villain himself was shredding tears as he carried her off the scene and away from prying reporter's eyes, taking her to who knows where.

"How could you let Supervillain kill him," Hero rasped weakly. "How... could you..." her voice trailed off into a whisper of breath as her consciousness ebbed and faded, and she mumbled inconsolably, babbling nonsense and speaking in circles. She was in shock, badly injured and unable to fully process what had just happened, her mind reeling. She cried hard until the exact moment she passed out, tears flooding down her face like twin rivers of agony.

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Hero woke up in a world of pain, and it took a second to center herself.

Wait. This wasn't her home. Nor was it the medical wing back at her hero base. Where was she?!

A stinging pain in her leg made her gasp and twitch in surprise, and she looked down to find none other than Villain himself, cleaning and treating her injuries, eventually wrapping them in gauze. She wanted to kick him in the face, but was terrified to realize she could hardly move at all, her body dead weight on the couch she was resting on. Then the memories came flooding back in a nauseating wave, and Hero's breath hitched. "Sidekick--is he really--"

"Yes," Villain answered without glancing up from his work, "it was all real, Hero. Sidekick's gone. I'm sorry."

"’Sorry’ won't bring him back," Hero croaked hoarsely, and Villain visibly winced.

“I didn't know Supervillain would take it that far,” Villain whispered, half to himself. As if it justified anything!

"You work with him every day!" Hero shrilled. "How could you not know your own ally well enough to predict this?!?"

"Watch your tone," he growled warningly. But his eyes were full of genuine guilt and sorrow.

"Watch my--" Hero sputtered for words, gaping at him with eyes filled with anger and hate. "How dare you! This is all your fault, and you have the audacity to tell me to watch my tone?!"

Villain raised his hands placatingly with a weary sigh. "Sorry. Just calm down, okay? You don't want to get your heart rate up too high..."

Hero stared at him.

He stared back.

And Hero caved, sniffling quietly as she broke down all over again, anger dissolving into anguish. She turned her face to the side in a vain effort to hide it, but her sobs kept getting louder as the grief plowed into her. The realization that Sidekick was never coming back. She'd never go on another mission with him ever again.

Villain hesitantly reached out but paused, not sure how to react or comfort the weeping hero. This was definitely not part of the contract of being a villain.

Cautiously, Villain took a seat on the edge of the couch, carefully laying a hand on Hero's shoulder in some faint semblance of reassuring.

Hero didn't slap it away like Villain expected, and he took it as a good sign. It meant Hero was accepting his help, to some small degree. Or maybe she was just too lost in the grief to care.

"I'm so sorry, Hero," Villain murmured, and he meant it this time -- there was no trace of condescension in his tone like usual, no characteristic mockery or teasing.

It was a raw, vulnerable moment for both of them, a mutual understanding and shared pain that went bone-deep.

Because Villain missed Sidekick too, in some strange way. He had never known him personally -- only through fighting him on the battlefield -- but Sidekick had been such a ray of sunshine that Villain almost looked forward to fighting him sometimes. So full of witty remarks and barbed banter that could make anyone smile and laugh, even Villain himself on occasion.

But now Sidekick was gone, and left behind was... nothing. An empty void, an aching absence. A hole in both Villain and Hero's hearts that cried out with 'something important is missing here', like they couldn't comprehend it.

Villain stayed there for a long time, gently rubbing Hero's shoulders while she shook and sobbed wretchedly, the sound breaking Villain's heart to hear. So full of agony and anguish. He stayed with her long after she cried herself to sleep when she was too exhausted to stay awake anymore. Stayed and watched her hiccuping breaths slow to a more even rhythm, though tears still stained her cheeks.

Only then did Villain let himself break down as well, once he was certain Hero wouldn't see him cry. He couldn't bring himself to show her such weakness, even as he grieved. He felt so utterly human right now it tore his heart and soul apart. He was used to dissociating from reality to get things done as a notorious villain used to hurting people on a daily basis, but he'd never felt so present, so here, than right now.

Tears were still falling when Villain felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out, the screen lighting up to show a new text by Supervillain.

Where are you? You should have been here by now.

Villain gritted his teeth so hard it hurt, and angrily stuffed his phone back in his pocket without answering. Supervillain didn't know this particular hideout's location, so he couldn't teleport into it to check in.

But Villain had no intention of meeting back up with him tonight. Or ever again, after witnessing Supervillain's brutality firsthand.

Supervillain was dead to him.

(*not planning on continuing this particular storyline*)

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