i'm OBSESSED with minister of ministers ren... he is someone who wants SO BADLY to be the manipulative leader in control of everything, never lifting a finger and making others work for him, but it doesn't work because nobody takes him seriously. except, at the same time, it kinda does work because people do what he says, but because they're his friends and find it funnier to do what he wants and be annoying about it, than not do it at all. I like to think he doesn't realise this, thinking his manipulation tactics have worked, not realising that people are mining resources and improving infrastructure for him out of Friendship and Pity. he'd be annoyed they don't take him seriously, but internally think "hm! these PLEBEIANS don't realise they are falling right into my trap!" completely unaware of the trap he's about to fall into due to his own mistakes (exploded by creeper whilst sorting chests + cleo's prank). he never learns though, he just keeps going, the lesson never sinks in for him.
it's an interesting comparison to ren the king - someone who was originally (somewhat) respected but his ego got the best of him and the more he tried to gain power back, the deeper the hole he dug himself into. they both want power but lack it, but in such different ways. king in a country tired of monarchy vs project manager as an anime villain (and both of them are pathetic)
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another self-indulgent post (maybe??) cus i’m rewatching haikyuu with the bestie c:
tooru oikawa as a boyfriend
oikawa knows that the ladies being all over him bothers you. the way it makes the hairs on your neck stand up, the way you possessively grab onto his arm, how you start to feel shy in their presence…
doesn’t matter to him though. “ladies, ladies,” he calls, placing his hand on top of yours that is tightened around his bicep, “you know i have such a lovely girlfriend, please,” with his free arm he waves them off. this oikawa is nothing like the oikawa you once knew.
oikawa couldn’t take his eyes off of you from the second he first saw you. he loved how you walked with such elegance, your hair flowing gracefully through the breeze of the other student passerby’s. he admired you in class, always turning your homework in on time and being there for those who needed help.
but most of all, he loved your smile. it was infectious, and he couldn’t deny it. oikawa had the power to have any girl he wanted, and he chose you.
oikawa was absolutely enamored by the way you caused him to smile. it didn’t matter if it was because you meant it or not— any little thing you did made a grin creep it’s way onto his lips. when he confessed his love to you, he was shocked when you rejected him. he was tooru oikawa?! how could any girl say no to him.
and so he tried and tried again. oikawa worked his magic until you found yourself at his mercy, head over heels in love. staring into his longing brown gaze, feeling the way his hand snaked around the small of your back, pulling you into a passionate kiss. you couldn’t say no, and you wouldn’t.
“looks like you finally fell for me,” he smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “i knew this would happen. i love you,”
celly
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Whumptember day 10
“What are you doing to them?”
Brainwashed | Hanging from their wrists | Phone call
It felt like their brain was vibrating. All they could hear or feel was an endless buzzing, like all their atoms were trying to pull apart from one another. It was overwhelming, muffling any sensations from the outside world. They couldn't hear, they couldn't think. Their brain was vibrating.
It’d hurt, before. Or they thought it had. They couldn’t remember much before the buzzing had started, but they remembered struggling against the feeling. Had they fought because it hurt? Because it was bad? They didn't remember.
They didn’t struggle now. They didn’t know how, when the entire world was vibrating.
It was like bees had taken residence in their skull; not to harm it, but to reshape it. Everything useless was tossed away, the gaping holes being filled with honey. They’d fought to stop it, but then the memory of why they were fighting had been drowned in sticky sweetness.
It was dizzying and disorienting, it put their teeth on edge, but they didn’t know if it hurt. They couldn’t know anything, not when their brain was vibrating.
They heard voices somewhere outside of their hive they’d become, distant and nearly drowned out.
“What…what is this? What are you doing to them?”
“Hero, you’re aware of our reformation project, yes? Villain is our first patient.”
Just barely, they could hear the voices approaching.
“I–So you’re what, brainwashing them? Is this ethical? Does it hurt?”
Yes, the thought bubbled through the buzzing, it does, please it–
”No, not at all. It’s entirely painless.”
–doesn’t hurt? No, it doesn’t, but didn’t it before? They weren’t sure anymore. The question was being thrown away alongside the other trash, swallowed up and drowned out. They quickly lost hold of it.
Something touched a distant part of their body, and it took a long moment for them to realize they were more than their buzzing skull. Something had been holding their arms aloft, and with a click, it released. They nearly fell forward without the support, but something wrapped around their face held them up, pulling at their scalp.
“Villain, can you hear me? It’s Hero,” The voice was back, closer, but still muffled by the chaos in their mind. It felt like the voice reminded them of something, but they didn’t know. The part of their brain that had known had been scooped out and replaced, leaving barely the shape of a memory.
Something clicked, the noise echoing in the mind, and the buzzing sharpened. They shivered at the sensation of their brain finally sitting still, the see of static shifting into an organized effort.
“Stand up,” The voice wasn’t muffled by the noise, it was the noise. The vibration was shaped by the words, speaking with power that they felt in their bones.
It was a relief, and they chased after that peace. They stood on legs they hardly remembered they had.
Something was moving on their head, whatever had been wrapped around their skull being removed. The world exploded into color, the change taking them a moment to adjust to. When they opened their eyes, two figures stood before them.
The vibrating was already coming back, their moment of peace fading. But then one of the figures clicked a button they held in their hands, and everything sharpened.
“Tell me, who are you and what do you want?”
They hadn’t known the answer seconds ago. They still didn’t know, and yet the truth formed in their mind. After the disorientating chaos, the confidence they felt at their answer was a comfort.
And outside of the angry hive Villain’s mind had become, Hero watched, a horrified onlooker, as their former foe’s face split with a vacant, dull-eyed smile.
“My name is Sidekick, and I want to help you in any way possible.”
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fantasy high junior year spoilers ahead!
batshit insane episode my guys completely blew me away
brennan kept saying hes been sitting on this secret for five years? and with the barbarian healing mentioned back in season 2 and porter and jace coming in (in the second ever episode of dimension 20) was this actually planned since then? theres no way right like it has to be retconning and creating story for this season?
its still incerdibly impressive storytelling if not but did he actually have porters backstory and intentions and evil planning (completely seperate from freshman year and mostly seperate from sophmore years plots) from the beginning? thats insane that cannot be possible
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