#(no need to even beGiN on the hero commission)

[steleir]

sick of these posts yet? well too bad. i’m not done not when me along with some of my moots keep discovering more and more disgusting shit adults get away on this play for which is not ok.

i know a lot of people with disagree a lot on this one more than the others because in here i will put screen shots from someone’s blog and i don’t wanna see no anon in my inbox go “you can’t do that” well if i need it to show you how disgusting someone is and the people defending them are, how weird their posts are then i don’t care if i can’t or not.

thank you to @satorisoup and @omitea for providing me with these screen shots.

and lastly, report me, hate, block, un follow, i don’t care what drama this brings. i don’t care if i loose respect from moots or followers, this is something. i wholeheartedly believe is wrong, and im willing to loose this blog for it.

where do i even begin with this one?

maybe i’ll just start on why writing smut for minors is wrong.

first of all i gen see it as borderline pedophilia.like call that exaggerated this character looks like a minor. because they are a minor. “aging them up” is still them as a minor.

and i hen dc if your not going along with the manga. this character needs a CANNON time skip for this shit. sure, aging up is common, even in fluff, but that’s different. most fluff writer are minors themselves, they aren’t ADULTS writing PORN for MINORS. see the difference?

aging up is all imaginary, this character is still a minor.

and iv even seen people go as far as aging down adult characters. like thats just as a bad?? tf is wrong with yall???

a minors is not to be specialized, even if the manga artist does, why are you?

“well it’s not real”

warm i don’t give to flying fucks. it’s a problem whether you like it or not. their MINORS. need i say it again? MINORS.

now beginning with the screen shots i’m goin to start with these:

look at these. bakugo is 16. itadori is 15? who i t heir right minds commissions this as a person in their 20’s? especially the itadori one.

he’s 15 and your imagining him stuffed in your boobs? like hello? do you not see how wrong that is?

oh and also look at them? do they look aged? NO. FUCK NO. they still look like the do in the anime. and in the anime their MINORSSSSSSS.

i have no words for this one tbh. just fucking digusting.

i love how the creator saw this message and because they literally CANNOT defend themselves they post it. mot probably expecting a defense from their followers and moots.

look at the things underlined. this girl has many good points. but what did the creator do? ignore. not at all address what she said. simply laughing when in all honestly, she is the laughing stock.

shes over 25 years old obsessed with a 16 year old.

someone who is under the legal age.

a person who cant consent for themselves. “it’s fiction” erm idc.

“the is own has me rolling” girl go get a life. the person who sent the message is more than right. and you know that.

but your so fucking weird to the point you can’t let go of a character nine years younger than you.

this replies are so fucking funny.

every one of them talking about the fact she kink shamed or the insults she used but not at all addressing her point.

notice that? none of them had an answer. non of them tasked about the fact this girl point out the fact this over 25 yo was a hypocrite and literally a pedo.

why? because they are all immature adults who are blinded by hot MINOR CHARACTERS. these characters are not for you. sorry to break it to you.

these MINORS were not made for your digesting piss fantasies.

“she kink shamed after saying she wouldn’t!!” go cry to mommy kink shaming is no where near as bad as writing porn for a minor.

now, i’m not in the mha fandom. but i’ve watched some of it, and you have most of the villains AND the pro hero’s to simp for. why the fuck are you choosing the students? like girl. bffr.

that entire message and alll that anon cared about was the smut with a piss kink the person was talking about?

like? i can’t even.

notice the fact she ain’t addressing what the person who sent her the message sent?

why? because she obviously knows it’s wrong. she obviously knows. every adult on here knows.

but they are head empty that they laugh it off and brush it off bcs the person is a minor and still attending school so it really dosent matter what we say.

like us minors aren’t idiots. and bye the looks of all these posts it seems we have WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY more common sense than all of you combined.

#✦ : important! #mha smut #mha x you #mha x reader #mha #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha x you #bllk smut #bllk you #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bluelock x you #bluelock x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader

[kittycatcomander]

AU where SBI are villains, and Kristin is the villain wrangler making sure all the kids who get counseling in her office get a chance to meet who ever they want, even if they’re wanted dead by the hero commission.

Cue meet-cute(?) between Kristin and Phil, where she spends weeks tracking down the infamous “ Crowfather, killer of heroes and hater of the system” because some little kid wanted see him, and she stands tall and totally not terrified (/s) on a rooftop waiting for him.

And Phil is faced with this woman who spent hours and hours researching his routines not to arrest him but to let a little kid meet him, and he just falls for her.

So they exchange numbers, and everytime from there on out when Kristin has a kid who wants to meet The Blade or Orpheus or Nemesis she just casually shoots THE TOP VILLAIN a message, internally screaming, while Phil is kicking his feet on the air like a stereotypical teenager everytime his phone dings with a personalized ringtone.

Hero!Dream: I have finally confronted you, doer of evil! Today, our fight will be legend-

Crowfather!Phil: wait pause mate- OMG ITS HER 🥰🥰

Hero!Dream: wait wha-

Technoblade: I’ll take it from here

And so begins her getting really casual about the fact she personally texts the top villain.

I’m imagining some side stuff where she meets Tommy, a sidekick in desperate need of help (which she’s happy to provide), and a few others who’s relationship evolves with her over time.

Kirstin when first meeting the Blade: hooooooly smokes this guy is Dangerous, but if the kid wants to meet him… I’ll be prepared

Techno: uhhhhhh (struggling to interact with the receptionist, holds kids and swings them around gently like planes, lets them win fake fights)

Kristin: ok wait he’s like seven shaking puppies built like a brick house

She and Phil talk more and more as the arrangement continues, about everything and eventually life, and things shift from there. The first time that a villain tries hurting one of the kids also shifts their relationship…. especially since Kristin handles it as efficiently as she does.

There’s more, but in this AU I imagine Kristin to have a super dangerous power of her own (unregistered because teehee) that motivated her to work with troubled youth in need of help and kids working with a limited lifespan. I want her to be OP but just friendly and downplaying her ability since she was never in a situation to use it to the full extant.

Also there’d obviously be a CrimeBoys plot and adoption of Tommy into the family (bye bye Dream) which leads to her getting invited over to like. Family dinners and stuff, where the interactions are all completely cute and normal but undercut by her perspective reminding her of crimes they’ve all committed. Like-

“Phil, who had the most beautiful eyes but hands stained with the blood of approximately 3,791 people, passed her the salad with a bright smile. His son(?) continued the story of how he met a new friend. Kristin wasn’t sure if the story was in or out of masks, and she was scared to ask at this point.”

I especially want her to and Phil to reflect the two main approaches to changing the world, where you could either completely destroy the system in place (villains, anarchy) and forcefully restart, or you could tackle an issue at its lowest (if the world is full of corrupt people, change the people from a young age)

#Kristin #sleepy bois inc #superpowers #superhero au #supervillain au #tommyinnit #mcyt #tommy mcyt #technoblade #philza #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot #sbi #sbi incorrect quotes #crime boys #dsmp techno #dsmp fanfic #philza minecraft #dsmp tommy

[starlettechild]

⊱𝓛𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓼⊰

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CONTENT: SMUT! MDNI & 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT! After the defeat of the elder brain, Tav begins to need some extra protection. There is one oathbreaker more than happy to take the position. ( noble x knight dynamics )

⚠️TWs:⚠️ : Implied feminine reader, but they/them pronouns are still used. AFAB anatomy, sexual/explicit content. Zevlor is kind of in heat. ACT 3 SPOILERS!!

NOTES: im sooooo normal about zevlor im soooososososos normal

its good to be back everyone! hopefully ill be able to post more of my writing! feels so nice to be doing this again

Throughout the entirety of Zevlor’s life, he has known battle. The taste of iron and ash in his mouth as he pushes and pushes forward. A relentless march forward towards death. It was the life of a Hellrider. But Tav - to him, they were a light in his darkness. A gentle hand that cleaned the blood of his face and armor. He thought his life was destined to be full of fighting - blood always following his every steps. But never had he imagined someone would fight for him, fight with him, and win. The defeat of the Elder Brain brought a shuddering peace to the city. The destruction in its wake was evident, some damage unrepairable. Yet each rise and fall of the sun over Baldur’s Gate, Zevlor could see the city come back to life. His people began to repair themselves and set out for more.

Yet he couldn’t. Leaving Tav, this person who was his own personal religion, the fuel of an imaginary oath. Their favor was like a divine blessing that coursed through his infernal veins, carried him through battle with ferocity. Fueled by the desire to see them again. So when the offer came up to serve as their own personal knight in the new (deserving) luxurious life they lived, he could not refuse. Tav had companions scattered across the planes, but they wanted to fix the city. An intimidating force in the court that was slowly being reformed and revived, a respected hero in every street, and a survivor of the impossible. Who wouldn’t want someone like that to help lead this city to a new era? But of course, this called for extra hands and extra bodies to help assist their cause, and who was better than the old Hellrider who lived and breathed to protect those he loved?

The miracles of them are racing through his head as he stands in-front of the large oak door to their room. The armor he wears- commissioned and crafted by Dammon just for him by Tav - shifts with each of his nervous movements. It’s been quite some time, and he still hasn’t adjusted to being in such a persons presence. A sharp inhale through his nose, and he knocks against the door. Wincing at the loudness of the sound his gauntlet makes against it, an unheard apology falling from his lips. He stands there and awaits permission to answer, his anxiety increasing as each second ticks by and there is no response.

“Tav? I hope you don’t mind, but I’m coming in.” The door opens slowly, and his eyes rake over the place for signs of distress. His heart beats rapidly in his chest.. but suddenly, it slows, when the scent of lavender and cashmere hit his senses, the door to their washroom slightly creaked open. A sigh of relief escapes him, quickly replaced by panic when he realizes he has no place in this room as they wash. He’s about to make a quick escape, before he hears their voice. It dances along his spine. He can wear the most finely crafted armor, but that voice will still put him to his knees.

“Zevlor?”

Their voice calls to him, bouncing off the walls of the washroom. “I am.. so sorry, Tav. I thought something had - had happened. I’ll leave right away, and I’ll even understand if you no longer want me to serve-” He’s about to keep rambling on to them, but their laughter cuts him off, and Gods does it make him want to go to war just to hear it again and again and again.

“Actually, could you help me with something in here?” He feels like he can’t breathe. Maybe this armor is suffocating him..? He’s getting too old to walk around in such things. Or is the thought of being so close to Tav in a washroom that’s suffocating him? But his feet are betraying him, moving forward before the “Of course.” is muttered. His hand shakes as he slowly opens the door, shutting his eyes out of decency. Though it takes every ounce of his will power to do so.

Tav sits in the bath, their bare back glistens with water, steam swirling around their form. Zevlor, ever the romantic, thinks they look like a Siren poking their upper body from the waves. And he is the enchanted sailor. They turn their head to the side to glance at them, and Zevlor wants to sculpt their side profile like they are his muse. Perhaps they are. Perhaps they will be.

“I can’t but this balm on my back myself, could you lend a hand, Commander?” Zevlors heart skips a beat behind his armor at the old title. He worries if he shakes anymore out of desire, his armor will rattle and disturb the Master of this house he now serves like a sworn in knight. He can only give a nod to them, removing the heavy gauntlets. He gives a frown to his hands, his claws. He feels like a cursed creature reaching out for the Divine. But can one even as vigilant as himself resist, when they beckon to him so sweetly? Call to him when he has dreamt of it night after night?

He covers his fingers in the flick balm, rubbing it on their back. It’s going to be the death of him. Touching them like this. He feels he may pass away, when they arch their back into his touch. Letting out a pleased sigh. He wishes he was some sort of wizard, so he could some how save the noise. Listen to it again, and again, and again. His racing thoughts are cut through when he hears them speak to him.

“Zevlor, can I be very honest with you?” He can see their expression. Weariness. Expecting something.. something sad. “Always.” He manages through gritted teeth, biting back the words “let me go first. I want you in a way I haven’t wanted anyone before.”

“There was another reason I wanted you to work with me. I’ve always.. admired you. In a way more than appropriate between noble and knight. Adventurer and Commander.” They glance down into the water, fingers wafting through the milky bath water.

Zevlor has died. He thinks he has. This must be The Heavens. Something good he doesn’t deserve. But they said they were honest, and the pain in his chest from how fast his infernal heart beats is grounding. There’s no pain in heaven. He must be alive. This must be real. There is no way he can communicate this to them in words, so gently he takes his hand, settling behind them, tilting their face up to his. Staring into their eyes, asking if this is okay. Saying that if he is to kiss them here and now, he may never be able to stop. And their own eyes respond in kind, saying to him, “never stop.”

Then he kisses them, and Gods, does it drive him wild. As if their lips were coated in a strong aphrodisiac. Sweet and soft. His eyes flutter shut, hands finding their bare waist. They kiss him back, and he feels special, knowing that they want this just as much as he does. But still, he pulls away, asking them, “Are you sure?”

“I have never been more sure of anything.”

And then he is kissing them again. His own chest vibrates with something similar to a primal growl, weaving his hands and their still wet hair and pulling the impossibly closer, memorizing the shape and taste of their lips. Perhaps it is the forbidden topic of a certain tiefling cycle, but Zevlor can feel his composure slipping, his neediness below his waistband growing impossibly harder. It may be so just by kissing them after such a long time serving them as their knight, lusting for them during long nights, is enough to send him into an early rut. They can feel it too - breaking the kiss, their leg gently positioned in between his legs and pressing against him, his head falls back against. The old paladin is already puddy in their hands, heavy breaths and low moans spilling from his lips with every movement they make. Their knee brushing over his member over and over through his pants is enough for him to lean in, nuzzling the crevice of their neck and try to manage words between heavy inhales and choked moans.

“I won’t last. Please.” He confesses. He’s finished to the thought alone with his own hand. The real thing is almost too much for him. An overwhelming pleasure being served to him in the steamy washroom of their mansion. He crumbles in the hands of the one is sword and new oath belongs to. And this, he thinks, is what it must feel like to have a true Gods favor.

Yet Tav seems to be a merciless God this evening, replacing their leg with their hand. He jerks upright, his tail swishing back and forth. The rut brewing in him snaps like a string, and with arms strong enough, he lifts them onto his lap instead. A light aired gasp leaves their lips, and he wants to drink the sound. His hips grind up into their own member, and their back arches, letting out music of their own.

It makes Zevlor feral.

“I need you. Now. Please.” He swallows heavily, closing his eyes as if praying. His jaw tightening with the pounding feeling of lust, banging on the walls of his mind and lighting his body on fire. All for them. It is all for them. Their naked body is a sight to behold when be opens his eyes, truly taking in the art before him. Slick skin, glossy and fragrant with the smell of a floral bath mixture. Divine. Truly, divine. His mouth moves up to their neck, kisses trailing down, drinking their skin. His teeth graze along their sensitive flesh, aching to bite and mark upon his lord/lady/sovereign. His cock twitching every-time he feels them tremble against him, their slick thighs right where he wants them.

May his sovereign never lift a finger - his own hand moving to undo the waistband of his pants, sliding them off and away. Their eyes take him in, sitting on the edge of the pool-like baths marble. His eyes take them in back, questioning if they are ready for him. It’s almost pitiful, they think. His erection looks almost painful, throbbing and stiff against his ridged chest. But Tav has practiced with their fingers to thoughts of riding their knight, so they take a steady inhale, and sink down onto his cock.

Zevlor bows his head, hands shooting to their waist, letting out a shaky sound of bliss. They feel his pants against their collarbone, before they feel something a little more intense. Teeth sinking onto their skin, biting. Claiming. His desperation drives them wild, and he can tell, taking a hiss of air in when they clench around him.

The commander, in his most feral state, still values them having the ropes and steering the wheel. He stays still, even though he wants to thrust up into them like an animal - he resists the urge. Letting them set the pace. After all, he is their knight.

Slowly, with moans of their own, does their body work up and down his shaft, hips rising and falling. And fuck is Zevlor done for. Their heaven is nothing he could imagine. The intensity they make him feel could almost send him to tears. His hands tighten on their waist. A reminder of what he once was. That the man they now ride was a Commander.

Tav flutters against him, letting out the sweetest sounds. Like a siren, he is mesmerized. So he jerks his hips up to match their movements, and their hands claw down his back, his name leaving their lips. He loves it. So he does it again, and again, and again, tell the pleasure he brings them is enough for them both to already by near their climax.

“Hells. I’m close.. Gods.” He rasps out, feeling the heat inside him become too much. “Finish with me, Zevlor.” Such a demand drives him to the edge, his movements becoming more erratic. Hitting that spot inside them that’s enough to make them scream. His orgasm washes over him like an electric shock, praising their name as he finishes like a chant. He feels theirs cover his shaft too, and he makes a note for later to make them come undone on his tongue to make up for the wasted nectar.

Their thighs tremble against his, not departing from the intimacy, but instead resting their chest against his still panting chest. Listening to the beat of his heart and the way he tries to catch his breath. Hearing the slightest glimmer of an oath in his body, a surge of power.

To serve and be with them until the world ends, and he is too broken and bloody to stand.

#Spotify #bg3 writing #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 smut #bg3 zevlor #zevlor #zevlor x tav #zevlor smut #zevlor x reader #zevlor x you #bg3 zevlor smut

[bkgpackets]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI / READER:

i think about you in the 80th hour: series masterlist

your relationship with bakugou has always been complicated— a good complicated no less, but the lines separating a friendship’s end and a love’s beginning are, more often than not, blurred, but you bask in this comfort more than anything, you and katsuki have grown comfortable to this in-between stage where everything is but a fever dream; yet everyone seems to be getting impatient for you— commission workers, mountainous villains and hospital workers, everyone around you seems to be hinting very obviously that: you two really need to get together before i fucking kill you! (hurt/comfort, eventual smut, pro hero au)

thebeautyliesinitsbriefness: 1849wc

he wishes he loved you as much as he did his job, even when you've never asked for it. he regrets not giving you more of him: because the sound of your laughter is seemingly a million cities away (angst, dead!reader, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms)

+ more one-shots at #sy.katsuki

#sy.mlist

[mymhameme]

Some more concrete designs for hero Touya and villain/vigilante Hawks.

Check below for more details.

All I've got so far is that Endeavor sent Touya to the HPSC to train with them to become a hero since he wasn't going to stop no matter what they said. He figures this way, Touya will be safer and preoccupied so he can focus on Shouto. With the Commission's training and support equipment, Touya made leaps and bounds, but none of it seemed to matter to Endeavor who never appeared impressed of interested in his progress. Touya kept at it despite feeling as if he was completely thrown away in favor of Shouto. He began to resent Endeavor instead of idolizing him and worked hard to become an even better hero than both Shouto and their father. After his debut, he quickly rocketed up in the hero charts climbing to the top ten by 20 and settling in at number four by 23.

After Shouto's class was attacked by the LOV, he begins looking into the group in order to capture them on HPSC orders. Shouto asks to intern under him instead of Endeavor, eager to know his brother and not have to deal with their father. He declines, irritated, but the Commission demands he take him in so they can gain more information. Touya does as he is told but is an asshole the whole time, always rushing ahead and not bothering to actually talk or teach his brother anything. Shouto doesn't let it dissuade him and continues to chase after his tail. It's infuriating to Touya since Shouto is actually very good at being a hero to no one's surprise. It almost seems effortless to Touya who had to fight every day and struggle to get where is he now only for Shouto to already be this close to his level.

If it wasn't bad enough, Shouto is attacked again by the League and the HPSC demands he try infiltrate the organization. His contact ends up being Keigo. Touya struggles with trying to balance overtaking Endeavor's new place as number one, still being a hero, a spy, and training Shouto during his internships.

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Keigo's father was never arrested an eventually he and his mother began demanding Keigo go along to commit crimes, seeing how his quirk would be perfect for being a villain and getting them money for drugs and alcohol and anything else they wanted. Keigo refuses and his dad begins screaming at Keigo in public, about to hit him when Endeavor shows up. He asks what is going on and Takami tells the truth, that he's just trying to get his son to do what he's supposed to do. He's trying to look out for his wellbeing, but he just won't listen. Endeavor (who doesn't know there is a warrant for his arrest and frustrated with both Shouto and Touya) tells Keigo he needs to be a better son and do as his father asks; he's just doing what's best. With that, he leaves, completely shattering Keigo. Feeling defeated, he does as he's told and follows his father into a life of crime, hating every second. He's very successful and Japan begins to know of him. It leads to his father becoming more unstable and paranoid, demanding they get into more lucrative crimes that are worth the risk. Keigo does as he's told like always but gets an idea. By doing these things, he's able to get information and access to people who get off on the suffering of others.

He begins working as a vigilante, being very careful to cover his tracks so no one suspects the villain they're all working with to betray them. This leads him into the LOV after they attack the USJ, eager to see where the nomu come from and take them out from the inside. He plays along like he has for the last few years as a vigilante, getting cozy with the members. It's going well until he is found by Touya who insists on joining the league as well. He spins a sad story of his dad playing with eugenics and throwing him away and how he only became a hero to make him proud. Touya says it was all for nothing so why not just tear it all down and expose the hero filth from within? Keigo doesn't buy a second of it but once again, plays along. It would be good to have someone else on the inside trying to take these guys down besides him, especially since doing anything too drastic would fuck up his chances of continuing his vigilantism in the future once this mess is cleared up. As tests, he makes Touya dig up dirt on other heroes so he can expose them later.

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Fucking Christ. Okay, so that's all I've really gotten so far.

If you made it to the end of this, I applaud you. Thanks!

(side note- If Endeavor seems stupid or out of character for what he says to Hawks, it's based on a similar situation that happened to me as a kid- so it's not impossible. Especially for a guy who looks away at the own harm he causes for what he wants and thinks is best.)

#role swap! au #dabi #touya #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #toya #toya todoroki #todoroki toya #keigo #keigo takami #takami keigo #hawks #endeavor #enji todoroki #todoroki enji #villain hawks #hero dabi #bnha #mha #my art

[rhapsoddity]

I read a writing prompt the other day where the hero got seriously injured and they showed up on their enemies door step saying they didn't know where else to go.

The first thing I thought of was Jimmy and Fwhip in your vigilante au

JUST YOUR LUCK I'VE WRITTEN A FWHIMMY DRABBLE FOR THIS

Today was a lazy evening for Fwhip. Even villains needed days off, and he was no exception. As the sun dipped behind the tops of the building, Fhwip sunk into his sofa, mindlessly watching trash TV.

His attention was snapped away by a light rap against his door. He wasn't expecting any visitors or any packages. Grumbling, he pushed himself to his feet.

"You better have a good reason to pull me from my sh-"

Fwhip cut himself off at the sight in front of him. Jimmy, still in full Sheriff costume, was slumped against the doorframe, pale as a sheet. He barely looked like he could hold himself upright.

"Jimmy?! Why are you-"

"I... I didn't know wh-where else to go..."

The vigilante crumpled in front of him, Fhwip barely catching him before he hit the ground. Fwhip dragged him inside, laying him down on the couch so he could close the door.

"M'sorry..." Jimmy mumbled.

"It's okay-"

"No; You hate m-me, I don't know why I even came- why I'm here."

"Shut up," Fwhip grumbled, "You betrayed me, but I don't want you dead. What's wrong with you anyway?"

"God," Jimmy weakly chuckled, "Where do I start-"

Fwhip kicked him in the shins, not in the mood tonight to deal with Jimmy's joking about.

"OW, THE FUCK?"

"Come on, no bullshit, what drove you here?"

"I was fighting a dickhead with some sort of gas powers, I managed to knock her out and restrain her, but I was using my bandana as a filter and it's not ideal."

Fwhip peeled Jimmy's mask off. It was drenched in sweat, his eyes bloodshot with a dark haze over them, and he was wheezing. Fucking hell, he clearly had multiple affects on him. Weakness and wither perhaps? Fhwip wasn't particularly familiar, his expertise was with technology, not potion effects.

"Well I respect any woman that can kick your ass, she's fucked you up."

"Fuck you dude, if you're gonna be a dick I'll leave."

As Jimmy went to get up, Fwhip held him down. With how weak Jimmy had become, he couldn't fight Fwhip's push.

"I'm a villain not a monster. You can recover, then you can fuck off."

Jimmy rolled his eyes at that, shrugging off Fwhip's hand, and looking over to gauge his chances of getting to the door.

"I'd rather my chances of collapsing in an alleyway-"

Fwhip roughly grabbed Jimmy's face, jerking it to look at him. He whimpered in suprise.

"Ah ah ah~ You are at MY mercy little hero. I could take you out of commission right now if I so wish."

Jimmy winced at the dark tone lacing Fwhip's words, straining against his grasp.

"So behave." He dropped his hand from Jimmy's face. "I don't want you trying to scramble up and away, you'll fall over and you barely have braincells as it is, you can't risk losing any more."

"H-hey!"

"I'm not wrong."

Fwhip left him unattended as he said this, dissapearing out of view to his kitchen. Jimmy didn't dare move from the couch. He knew that Fwhip could take him on 1 on 1 at full health, it'd be safest and smartest to just stay put for now. A few minutes later Fwhip came back with a coffee mug full of a purple liquid.

Jimmy was looking worse by this point, barely concious and slumped on the couch.

"Mnnn not drinking thattt..." He mumbled.

Fwhip rolled his eyes.

"It's not poison dumbass."

Fwhip gently tilted the potion into Jimmy's mouth. He pulled a face at the taste, before settling down. Before too long, Jimmy had passed out. He had not much energy to begin with, and that regren potion snatched away the rest of his energy to begin to heal him.

Now that Jimmy couldn't catch the look, Fwhip was looking over him fondly. Despite the fact that Jimmy's ideals were directly opposed to his, despite the fights they had and blood they'd drawn from eachother... He couldn't deny deep down he missed Jimmy.

Once apon a time, they'd been best friends. Hell, for a little while, they'd been more than that, before they'd fucked that up. Jimmy was inherently likeable, it was a shame he didn't join him when Fwhip had defected to villainy.

Maybe he would come round and see Fwhip's perspective one day. The man could hope at least.

#vigilante sheriff au #fwhip #jimmy #fwhimmy #empiresblr #empires smp

[90s-belladonna]

would it be okay to request Bakugou's reacting to another hero trying to recruit his assistant who he has a crush on? I need a jealous Kacchan

Explosive Disposition: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

I apologize in advance if it isn't the best, I still have terrible writer's block but I've got you anon!

word count: 3992

He doesn’t know when it happened but he couldn’t stop thinking about you whenever his mind happened to have a free second away from his hero work. He figured it was just that he found you funny or that he was beginning to appreciate all you did for him. However, deep down he knew that something had shifted as he had always been appreciative of your work since he hated filling out paperwork for the cases he solved, yet you did it for him without a single complaint. No, perhaps it was that he was finally becoming aware of his feelings, feelings that had always been there.

“and then (name) said ‘Dynamight doesn’t answer any stupid questions so before you open your mouths ask yourselves if your question is stupid. If you doubt it even a little do yourself a favor and just keep it moving because it won’t get answered today.’ It was hilarious! The reporters were trembling after that.” Kirishima lets out a chuckle as he recalls the events from that morning’s press conference. Their agency had just solved a huge case involving a criminal organization, and naturally, the media had a lot of questions. However, as Katsuki’s assistant, your main task was to constantly shield him from anything that could set him off to avoid a PR nightmare. 

You honestly didn’t mind the responsibilities that came with the job, you appreciated that Bakugo didn’t feel the need to put on a fake persona for the media just to come off as more likable, and you agreed that a lot of the questions they asked heroes were useless and unimportant. You quickly adapted to working with someone like Bakugo as both of your personalities were very similar, the key difference being that you were a very direct person who could communicate your thoughts and feelings easily and professionally. 

You were fond of Bakugo. Most of the tasks in your old job consisted of helping sleazy businessmen lie to their wives and cover up secret families and affairs, so working for someone as brutally honest as Bakugo was a breath of fresh air. When you finally had enough and decided you didn’t want to waste your degree working for shitty people with even shittier morals you got the email notification that they were accepting applications for administrative positions at a hero agency that was about to open up, and that’s how you ended up working for Dynamight. You quickly adapted to the explosion hero’s even more explosive attitude, and you’d be lying if you said the way he carries himself didn’t amuse you. 

While you could remain cool as a cucumber in stressful situations, Katsuki on the other hand was undoubtedly a hothead. While he likes to think he’s direct and honest with his thoughts, everyone knows that couldn’t be further from the truth. You enjoyed the job though, you got to come off as “Dynamight’s bitchy assistant” which came with a lot of power and respect, and that reputation kept people from approaching Bakugo with any stupid questions or comments knowing they’d have to deal with you and your attitude. You were the number one hero’s shield and everyone who knew Bakugo knew that much was true. Every action you took was meant to advocate for him and keep him in his comfort zone so that any useless interruptions wouldn’t affect his hero work.

“Oi idiot! Enough gossiping with your girlfriend we’re here for my issue!” Bakugo grumbled as he glared at his friend-turned-business partner. “Yeah, Yeah, honestly what can we even do anyway? The dude is untouchable. He’s the commission’s golden boy.” the redhead head argued before taking a bite of his food. “I can tell him off that’s what I can do. Call him out on national television. That’ll show that shitty knockoff.” Bakugo was fuming. He put a lot of work into developing his brand so for some nobody to come and rip it off, that truly pissed him off.

“No. It wouldn’t be a good look for the number one to bash another hero in front of the media like that.” Tsubaki argued, she was the head public relations agent for the agency and had made it a point that both heroes, especially Bakugo, ran everything by her. “WHAT THE HELL THEN? THAT ASSHOLE NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON! OR FIVE!” the blonde yelled causing everyone in the restaurant to look his way, only to quickly look away the second he slammed his hands on the table. “Relax. I have a better option for you. We can always have an anonymous digital team spread info online with enough proof to back it up about how he’s trying to copy you. Reputation is everything for a hero and this will ruin his. The bonus side is it won’t get back to you so it’s a win-win situation.” the raven-haired girl suggested with a smirk.

Bakugo couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “That’s a coward’s way of handling shit.” is all the blonde let out. “Well, then we’re back to square one where you can’t do anything about it. He’s a prodigy and has the hero commission’s full backing. I mean come on it’s obvious they’re trying to have the kid kick you out of your number one spot.” Tsubaki argued, however, the blonde could not be reasoned with. “She’s right bakubro. They’re turning that guy into the general public-friendly version of you. I mean he started off as a wannabe hawks like a year ago, and now he’s changing every aspect of himself to mimic you. This needs to be dealt with quickly and efficiently.” The redhead tried to reason. Bakugo knew the two were right, which only served to piss him off more. 

“This is bullshit.” was all the explosion hero had to say regarding the situation. He hated feeling helpless. It pissed him off. “Hey I know you and (name) are roommates but please don’t let this get back to her. You know she goes into rage mode whenever someone pisses Bakubro off.” Kirishima pleaded with the tall woman sitting next to him. “Don’t worry. I keep client info confidential. Plus (name) isn’t much of a gossip, she doesn’t take her work home. It’s very much out of sight out of mind with that girl. God I love her, she’s so chill!” Tsubaki couldn’t help but gush about her friend, it wasn’t every day that someone so effortlessly cool befriended someone as wild and hyper as her. 

Bakugo couldn’t help but let his mind wander off to you, a small sense of peace passed through him at the thought of you being so protective over him. The truth is he didn’t need anyone to protect him, never had and never would, but he couldn’t lie to himself and say there wasn’t a strange feeling in his body that came with being cared for by someone. Even if it was just your job to do so, it strangely comforted him to know that someone had his back without question or hesitation.

“I don’t know if chill is the word I’d use to describe her, but she’s definitely a joy to have around the office.” Kirishima chuckled as he began to remember all the different times you had gone off on someone for trespassing on Bakugo’s personal space. The blonde can’t help but notice the doe eyes the taller woman gives his friend. “I know I requested the lunch meeting… but why do I feel like I just got tricked into paying for one of your dates.” He asked out loud as he observed the couple scoot closer to one another. “Maybe because you are!” teased the ravenette with a giggle following closely behind. He refused to show it but he was glad his friend had found someone that made him so happy. “Whatever.” he managed to grit out as he rolled his eyes and reached for his drink.

“All jokes aside, we do need to deal with this issue. That dude is just awful.” Kirishima stated, this made the explosive boy’s crimson eyes go wide. “See! Even shitty hair hates him, and he stupidly likes everyone!” Katsuki spoke, a delighted tone in his voice as he felt vindicated in his opinion of the up and coming younger hero. “Well, he certainly makes it hard to be on his side with that fake personality he puts on.” Kirishima explained. “I’ve been saying this shit for the last month, but neither of you idiots ever listen.” the blonde grumbled, only to be shot down by the public relations expert. “yeah well you hate everyone soo…” 

A few days had passed since the meeting with Tsubaki and Kirishima, not much had progressed regarding the issue of his copy cat so he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong. “You need to relax. It’s your day off. What good will you do the public if you’re always on edge?” Katsuki had been invited to, well more like forced, to attend a beach day with Shoto and Sero. “I’M ALWAYS RELAXED FLAT FACE!” the blonde fumed at his raven-haired friend. “sure you are big guy.” Sero quickly dismissed his friend’s uncontrolled temper knowing there was nothing he could do to diffuse him when angry. “Perhaps you should join us for a swim. Water can be very calming, it might help you forget about what’s causing you grievance.” a tired set of blue and grey eyes met his crimson ones, he always hated how the heterochromatic boy could tell when something was upsetting him.

“I’ll forget about it when bitchass Dynamic is buried six feet under.” he managed to grumble, this caused Shoto to hum in understanding. “I can see why his existence would upset you. Dynamic doesn’t come off as sincere, His energy seems brittle, as if he’s wearing a mask that could fall apart and crumble at any second. I would assume that factor paired with his attempt to mimic your personal fashion style as well as his rapid rise in the hero charts would only upset you more.” Sero watched in awe at how effortlessly the fire and ice hero was able to decipher Bakugo’s thoughts. “Tsk. I worry about you half and half. You’re becoming perceptive in your old age.” The blonde’s comment had Shoto perplexed. “So swimming?” Sero asked again in an attempt to move the conversation along, he was well aware that left to their own devices his two socially awkward friends would just sit there staring at each other in silence. “I’m not getting my hair wet.” “Oh right.” were answered simultaneously.

It had been about twenty minutes since the other two boys had gone out to swim. As much as he hated to admit it Sero was right, Katsuki had managed to relax a bit as he sunbathed and read his most recent favorite book. He had caught a lucky break as not many people recognized him when he was out of costume, his wearing sunglasses certainly helped with that too. It was looking like it was about to be a great day off away from work and all the worries that came with being a pro hero. That’s until his nose caught wind of a familiar sugary strawberry scent, he knew that perfume anywhere. Sure enough, within seconds your friend and you had settled in a spot in front and to the left of the spot Shoto had chosen for his group. The placement was perfect so that Katsuki didn’t have to outright turn just to look your way, and you wouldn’t be able to notice he was even there unless you looked back long enough. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to swim with me? It’ll be fun!” Asked a girl with pink hair, who Katsuki could only assume was your friend. “You’re lucky I agreed to come at all,” you spoke as you pulled a book and a bottle of sunscreen out of your weekender bag. “I’ll be fine, you enjoy yourself okay.” goosebumps covered Katsuki’s arms, a reaction to how sweet your voice was. He watched as your friend walked towards the water as you laid a towel on your chair and began putting on sunscreen. Being vigilant over you was like second nature to him, he didn’t even have to think about what he was doing, he just knew he had to make sure you were safe. After a few minutes, his brain accepted that no one was going to come to harm you, he could accept that you were at least safe enough to where he could go back to focusing on his book. As the minutes passed Katsuki felt himself relax. He didn’t want to assume anything, but something in the back of his mind was telling him his zen state was due to the proximity to you. He could feel his eyelashes fluttering shut and his vision becoming blurry. After such a stressful day he finally felt relaxed. Something about your presence brought him a comfort he’d never experienced before. 

About twenty minutes passed and the blonde hero was suddenly woken up, it was like his mind could sense you were upset. “it’s literally my day off, and I hate when grimy bastards bother me so fuck off.” your tone was not the usual bored tone you used on people you didn’t care for, instead it was a vexing one. This shift in you caused him to look over at who had you so exasperated just for it to be the one asshole who’d had him annoyed all week. “Look all I’m saying is why stay with a barbarian like Dynamight when you could be working for the next number-one hero?” The man said with a dastardly smirk. The blonde had to hold himself back from interrupting the conversation, you weren’t in any immediate danger and he would only prove the copycat right if he were to punch him for offering you a job. “and why the hell would I stop working for the number one hero in the country just to work for a loser like you?” You didn’t expect a response, you were hoping he could read social cues and notice the disgusted look you were giving him. However, you were far too optimistic.

“I’m so glad you asked! First of all, I can double whatever you’re making working for that… guy, and you would get to help build me from the ground up as the greatest hero in the country. Isn’t that far more fulfilling than doing busy work from a terrible boss?” Katsuki hated him. He hated his audacity, he hated his face, he hated the terrible blonde dye job on his hair, he hated his shitty voice, and most of all he hated everything he was offering you. HR will eat me alive if I interrupt him… But I’m dying to punch that bastard.  “Terrible boss? Who told you all that? More importantly how the hell did you track me down? We’ve literally never once spoken but let me make one thing clear. I will never and I mean NEVER choose you over Dynamight as a boss. I rather gouge my eyes out than have to listen to your infuriating voice ever again. This is why Bakugo is the number one. He actually cares about his work instead of running around trying to put on a fake image like you do. He’s the number one hero because he deserves it, he put in the hard work to earn that title. Now leave me the hell alone because I have no interest in working for an idiot like you.” To say he was shocked would be an understatement, it was obvious no one had ever spoken to the hero hopeful like that, and to rub salt into the wound everyone around the area was now snickering at the public rejection. Bakugo was also taken aback, he knew you had his back during working hours but to see you respected him enough to also have his back in your free time, that was a different development entirely.

Embarrassment aside, the up-and-coming hero had a mission to complete. He had to take you away from Bakugo. He had to take everything that made him who he is as a hero. So he resorted to the only option he had left. “Well, how about a date then?” Your face instantly gave away your abhorrence for even the suggestion of a date with such a clown. The younger hero’s audacity had Bakugo seeing red, his blood boiling, and every vein in his body popping through. “ew. stay away from me you damn loser.” you nonchalantly let out as you looked down in an attempt to pick up the book you had been reading which you accidentally dropped when the fake blonde approached you. You thought that was the end of it and that he would walk away soon only to be forced to look back up once more when you heard a loud smack. “WHAT PART OF STAYING AWAY FROM HER DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND IDIOT?!!?”

Your (color) eyes instantly met crimson ones. You didn’t even get enough time to process what was happening as you looked down at Bakugo’s hand only to see it grabbing Dynamic’s wrist. The younger hero couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, almost as if he had realized he’d committed a great mistake and was trying to play it cool to avoid further embarrassment. “We were just talking. I wanted her attention is all, we were planning a date before you intruded.” “Ew, as if I would ever date someone with a bad dye job and no skincare routine.” you absentmindedly let out.  “You heard her. You weren’t planning shit so fuck off!” the blonde growled as he let the younger man’s wrist go and stood protectively in front of you. Dynamic clicked his tongue and put on yet another irritating smile. “Whatever. We’ll discuss our date later cupcake.” he spoke before dashing away so as to not further piss off Bakugo. “NO. YOU’RE STAYING THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” The blonde yelled after the obnoxious man while you cringed at the fact that someone had dared to call you cupcake of all things.

You instinctively grabbed Katsuki’s wrist when you noticed his quirk beginning to activate. “He’s gone. It’s okay.” was all you needed to say, your soothing voice mellowing his explosive disposition. The blonde let out a huff before visibly relaxing, you took this as your chance to address him. “You sure take your job seriously huh? Coming to my rescue on your day off and all.” You snickered in an attempt to lighten the mood. “You wouldn’t need saving if you weren’t out finding trouble. Damn brat.” was all the blonde could manage to respond, he was well aware that he was being a dick in an attempt to keep you from noticing the blush beginning to dust his cheeks. “Who would’ve thought Dynamight was such a big softie? Protecting his sweet angel of an assistant from an awful man. The public would swoon!” You teased wanting to see just how far you could push your luck with the explosive boy.

“I’m territorial is all.” His voice was gruff, and he had a stern look in his eyes, almost like he was saying exactly what he was thinking for once. “I don’t like idiots imposing on what I consider mine.” Bakugo’s confession left you perplexed. You didn’t want to assume he meant his words to be interpreted romantically so you opted for attempting to diffuse the situation. “Yeah? I mean I can understand why, what would you do without me? I’m the best, a very efficient assistant if I do say so myself.” You spoke with a giggle, however, your heart betrayed you by acting on its own. The beating was completely out of control, as if it were running a marathon with no end in sight. His crimson eyes searched yours, as if your eyes could tell him what you were thinking or what you were attempting to do. After a few seconds when he felt like he was caught on he finally decided to speak. “Well, you don’t suck.” With that, he decided to walk back to his spot. You watched as he picked up his book and continued to read as if nothing had transpired, as if his words and his gaze hadn’t just set something inside you ablaze.

Two days later you were back at work. Your days off did nothing to help you relax, rather they had your mind in shambles as you thought through every possible scenario that could’ve happened had you responded to Bakugo differently that day at the beach.  It doesn’t matter anymore. I just need to focus on work, I’m probably just imagining things. There’s no way he could… He would never think of me that way.  You had never considered Bakugo as a romantic prospect before, however ever since he protected you, you’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. 

”Pro hero Dynamic has just announced his new official colors as orange and black! He also tells his fans to stay on the lookout for a new costume he will debut later this month incorporating his new colors!” The mention of the annoying man from a few days earlier caused you to look at the screen which typically had the news playing all day at the agency. Sure enough, it was a reporter standing next to the fake blonde, he had styled his hair in a spiked manner, which was a big difference compared to the slicked-back style he had at the beach. You couldn’t help but feel disgusted as you watched the man smile on the tv as if he wasn’t a complete and utter sleaze bag. “Ugh. I hate that guy.” Both you and a gruff voice said at the same time.

You turned towards the door only to be met with none other than Dynamight. “You’re very cat-like these days. I didn’t even hear you coming, maybe we should get you a bell.” You joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Try it and you die brat!” He joked back in a crude tone causing you to shrug as you gave him a mischievous smile. Something had shifted ever since your last conversation and you both knew if. It was an unspoken thing. Bakugo felt bare as if the walls he’d spent years building were slowly crumbling. “By the way… you should have the marketing team sue him. He’s clearly trying to profit off of your image. It’s creepy. You should crush his aspirations.” you let out as he began to walk toward his office. His eyes went wide at your comment. “I knew you’d understand… And that you’d have a solution that wasn’t stupid.” His comment had you lifting a brow making you wonder if perhaps he was already aware of the situation.

The pro hero turned your way and examined how your eyes looked at him as if you knew what went on in his soul. “If something or anyone bothers you… tell me. I don’t care how insignificant you think it is, you have to tell me. I’ll come to rescue you. I’ll protect you.” His voice was soft, unlike his usual tone, but he wasn’t asking. It was clearly a command. You weren’t sure how you should respond so you just nodded. Eventually whatever you two had going on would have to be addressed, but for now, the unspoken tension was all either of you could realistically handle. It wasn’t like either of you could read minds, and yet you understood each other perfectly. Both of you also understood the only obstacle keeping you apart was a fear of rejection, on both ends.

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[luimagines]

Honestly, if the chain were to go to the age of calamity era Wild would likely freak out. Just, him not remembering what hyrule was like before the calamity probably made him not fully aware to the extent of it all and now to be placed right in it, the guilt would crash into him full force.

Every corner would probably be compared to to his hyrule as it is now and when they get to the place he spent most of his time he would be hit with memories all the time.

When he meets that version of himself and the champions he would likely feel shame (even though he really likes how he is now) at not having been able to do the same. It's likely also really confronting to see the old champions alive. To see those that recognize him with such sympathetic smiles, it's a lot to handle and likely needs some time alone.

Cal (aoc link) would likely see wild with so much sympathy and respect. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to go through that all (and he likely doesn't know that they didn't send the little robot). He was only able to avoid the calamity because of the warning the robot gave and because of the new champions helping them to fight the calamity.

He frankly is also jealous of how Wild is able to like he does. He feels he can't, it's not in his job description after all and he's the hero. Even now the pressure of being the hero is a lot and is still leaving him nearly mute.

When Cal joins the chain it's rather awkward in the beginning. After all, he's basically wild while at the same time he isn't. Wild walks around him with a good few meters between them. There's shame and envy between the both of them and they need to talk it out. Both aren't inclined to do this, but Cal bites the bullet and admits he's jealous of how Wild can talk to anyone he wants to. Doesn't feel like his mouth gets sown shut whenever someone he respects is in front of him. (Cal does have a lot of difficulty socializing with the other heroes. Attempts were made by both sides, but it was just rather awkward.)

Wild is probably a little baffled by the way his 'original' self is jealous of him of all people. It makes him chuckle and asks if he's for real?

Cal nods and says he's having a difficult time and if he could help him out.

This makes wild silent for a while before he finally asks if Cal is not ashamed of him. "How could I? I barely survived due to help from your era. If anything I have a lot of respect for you."

This made Wild feel relieved and a lot lighter. The person he thought would judge him the most didn't. He was even jealous of him!

After this their interactions become a lot smoother. Wild includes cal in conversations a lot while Cal shares memories that Wild would ask for. It's where Wild finds out he had a little sister coincidentally called aryll which Wind hears and makes him very excited! Blabbering about his sister and comparing the two. Both Cal and Wild feel content in that moment.

Eventually the chain would call them the twins.

Agreed! I had a daydream once where the chain ended up in Cal's era but Wild was the most at risk.

Everywhere he would turn (more or less) would just ignite another memory and leave him out of commission. Especially since a lot of the building are still standing and what not.

You're right about Cal being jealous over Wild's ability to just be.

But I don't think Wild would be able to look the other living champions in the eye. He'd probably ask how they survived. When they mention the little robot, he'd be so confused. It starts to make a little more sense that everyone didn't make it without the robot- heck, they barely made it even with the robots help.

Wild would probably be less award around Cal after the initial ice is broken though. Probably try to get him to break his stupid mask over something as dumb as eating rocks (again).

But after a while, he'd see that he really hasn't changed that much. Because despite everything, it's still him.

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[gglitch1dd]

Villain Izuku Falling for You

Villain Deku finding you and falling for you - kinda love at first sight to be honest. @izukuisbaby requested this. I hope you love it, babes!!

Note: Fem alluded reader, chubby reader friendly! Izuku gives the nickname "Dumpling" to reader. Mention of blood and fighting in the beginning.

Izuku Midoriya held his shoulder in pain as he trudged through the park. His shoulder was dislocated and the cuts on his legs were starting to become more and more painful with each passing minute. He had barely gotten out of a fight with the Number One hero, The explosion hero Dynamight. The only reason he escaped with his head still on his shoulders or without being cuffed back to Tarturus was because Midoriya knew exactly how to play his old classmate.

Midoriya had thought he would have gotten used to it by now. Used to all the fighting and injuries but it never got easier. A life of crime was never easy but at the exact same time it was fun. Being the one to not hold back, being the one to be powerful and not have others look down on you. Midoriya stopped by a bench as exhaustion hit him. He sat down, looking up at the sky. 

He chuckled tiredly as his breathing slowed down. The adrenalin in his veins had reduced and the hum of pain from his injuries slowly returned. Fighting his old childhood friend always made him smile. It was an addictive feeling that he craved. Seeing the anger in Bakugou’s red burning eyes. Watching the hero so close to crumbling in front of him. 

It was mental torture fighting Midoriya. 

Midoriya knew how traumatic it must have been for any of his old U.A friends to go against him, which made everything so much more fun. It made it all worth it. Watching the way their faces would fall in horror as he killed people like it meant nothing to him. Watching them foolishly run off of emotion and not think it through. It was like watching his favourite scene of a movie on loop. 

Did he feel bad?

Such a question made him laugh. 

Bad? Definitely not. He pitied them. He pitied the fact that they couldn’t see what the commission was doing. What U.A did. What society had done. He pitied them and what they thought they could be. He was foolish to think he could have been a hero. Bakugou taught him that. Drilled it into his skull from the age of five. 

He was just living off expectation and madness.

Although he looked and felt like shit, Midoriya felt like he won a billion Yen. Around his neck, protected was a flashdrive. A flash drive with information on Tarturus. Information to get his half brother Tomura Shigaraki out of Tarturus. All he needed to do was contact his group and get the hell out of the park. Even though he was a villain and enjoyed tormenting the people of japan and their heroes, he also was a law abiding real estate owner. 

Well.. semi-law abiding. 

He just needed to contact one of his guys about his location and he wouldn’t have to be sitting here freezing and bleeding. But his disposable phone was long destroyed and he didn’t know where the closest phone booth was. 

Moving was too much of a risk of getting spotted and he was injured.

Midoriya had closed his eyes for a few seconds when he felt something poking him. He tiredly opened his eyes. It was raining. Softly enough that he hadn’t woken up when rain had fell down on his face. He got poked in the cheek again. He turned his head around to see a woman. She looked down at him with concerned eyes and a soft face. He hadn’t seen such a gaze directed to him in a long time. 

“Sir… are you alright?” She asked. Worry laced her voice as she stood above him. She held a black umbrella that kept her dry as well as his face. “You’re bleeding.” She gasped as she noticed the open wounds on him. 

Midoriya was silent for a few moments as you visually assessed him. This was the first time he ever saw you before. You looked old enough to know who he was. To look on the news every night and see his face as one of Japan’s most wanted criminals. There was NO way you didn’t know he was a villain yet here you were. Wondering if he was alright. 

Midoriya chuckled as he adjusted his seating. “Yah, I noticed, Dumpling.” He gave you a tired smirk, looking up at you with emerald green eyes. You noticed his eyes. They were a beautiful colour but they seemed almost dull. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” He asked you in a hushed voice of mockery. “Especially the bad ones?” 

Your grip on the handle of your umbrella tightened. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that killing was bad?” You asked him with an innocent look and a tilt of your head. A small hint of a smile ghosting your lips. Midoriya raised an eyebrow in intrigue. You had balls, that was for sure. To say that to a villain who was known to be dangerous and deadly and thinking you could get away with it, took guts. He scoffed, seeming to take a liking to you. You smiled at the look on his face. Amusement, not anger. “May I help you?” You offered him a hand. 

Your hand was smaller compared to his. Your hands were clean of blood. Clean of innocent lives. Yours looked like the new start of a great story not the sad ending of a broken one. 

Midoriya took your hand and from that moment on, you had revolved around each other. 

Now at first Midoriya didn't think much of it especially when you took him to your sweet apartment in a rather dangerous part of the city and cleaned up his wounds. He was skeptical of you of course, but he also knew he could kill you easily and he wouldn't exactly define you as a threat. Therefore, he was relaxed. So after giving him a warm meal and a cup of tea, Midoriya made the rookie mistake of falling asleep on your couch.

When he awoke he found himself still on your couch, it was the next day and you had left. You left a plate of breakfast for him on the coffee table with a note telling him that you had gone to work.

His initial thought was how stupid you were for leaving a wanted criminal in your house unattended but then he couldn't help but still admire how nice you were. How good you were. You had no reason to help him and yet here he was. Alive, fed, having slept and not in Tartarus. Of course your shitty apartment wasn't the most welcoming thing to come home to but beggars can't be choosers.

Midoriya left, leaving your apartment cleaner than he found it and managed to make a call for Todoroki to find him.

Now finding again was by pure incident. He was walking by a café (obviously), his hood pulled over his head and sunglasses on, when at the corner of his eye he saw something. You. Unexplainably perfect you. You were serving a customer, a soft look on your face as you placed down the cup of coffee for them.

Midoriya hadn't been able to get you out of his head since he left your apartment. He hadn't tried going back to check up on you just based off of common curtesy in his eyes. He didn't want to bring you any unwanted attention, but he also couldn't stop thinking about how soft your hands were or how nice your meals tasted or how you looked at him with soft eyes that he only ever still saw with his mother.

Deciding to pop in to say hello, he trudged his way into the cafe. Walking towards the counter, there was another barista working behind the counter.

"Welcome, what can I get for you?" They asked.

He looked up at the menu then back down to them. "Chocolate Mocha. Venti... and a blueberry muffin."

Midoriya noticed you pause for a moment as you worked on another order. You looked back to see him, but he didn't look at you. The barista typed on the monitor. "Alright. Name for that order?"

"Shoto." Obviously he wasn't going to give his real name. It was better to use his friends name. Of course, Todoroki wouldn't agree, but he wasn't here to scold him on it.

"Cool, we'll have your order ready in no time."

"Thank you." Midoriya stepped to the side by the counter.

He watched you move easily, light on your feet as you finished up the order. You turned to face the counter he was leaning against. You turned the cup towards you to look at it. "Reji!" You called out. Said customer took their order with a kind smile from you. You then turned your attention to Midoriya. You shot him a kind smile. "It's nice to see you again, stranger." You said, turning to work on his order next.

Midoriya couldn't help the small amused smile that went up to his lips. "I wanted breakfast." He stated.

You hummed. "Alright then. Well, you made a good choice on the blueberry muffin. I just made them this morning." You told him as you moved to take out the muffin slipping it in some packaging to go. Once you had finished his order, you put it between the two of you. You raised an eyebrow. "Shoto?" You asked not quite convinced that it was his name.

He smiled as he took the cup in his large hands. He moved to take a sip. "In the flesh." He glanced at your co-worked who was still taking orders before looking back down to you. He moved his sunglasses up to look at you properly. You were once again met with then intense and mind numbing gaze of his. Strong emerald eyes that hid a rush of dangerous that ran down your spine. He smirked. "Maybe if I like the muffin..." He spoke hushed, his voice dropping an octave just for you to hear. "I'll come back and tell you my real name, dumpling."

You smiled as you looked at him. "What makes you think I want to know you're real name?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow.

He shrugged. "Wouldn't you want to know the name of the person you saved?"

"I don't know..." You pretended to think. "I don't think my boyfriend would like me interacting with you."

He scoffed. "You don't have a boyfriend."

"And why do you say that."

He smirked properly, his white teeth gleaming at you. He leaned down closer to you. "You wouldn't be looking at me the way you are, if you did."

You paused turning away to grab the cup of the next order.

He chuckled, turning around, slipping his glasses down onto his nose as he grabbed his muffin. "See you later, dumpling."

Since then Midoriya always popped by the café. Maybe he would sit down with you after his shift or simply walk you home, but he was now enamored by you as he gravitated around your being.

Sooner rather than later, Midoriya once again realized that life was short. Especially the life of a villain. And God know what would happen if anyone found you and he had no way of helping you. So he quickly asked you to be his. To be his darling and let him hold you tight. To shower you with everything he could ever give you so that you would never have to worry again.

So you took a chance.

You took a risk.

You said yes to a villain, and allowed him to hold you close and kiss you sweetly.

Midoriya made money outside of villain work and even with the villainy, he had people who owed him and men who worked for him. He was pretty well off. More than comfortable (no matter how illegal the actions he had to do to get there were.) Best believe, he would shower you in gifts. Move you out of your shitty apartment and into his, where he could come back to you everyday and so could you come back to him. Although he didn't like you working, especially knowing you were his, you still wanted to be at the café.

It didn't stop him from keeping men around you at all times or insuring that no matter what, the hero commission didn't find out about you.

Or that's how he wanted it to be.

Until Dynamight walked into your cafe.

-Glitch1d

<My Izuku Masterlist>

#villain deku x reader #villain izuku #villain deku #mha x y/n #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #izuku x you #deku x reader #deku x you #villain midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #bnha #villain izuku x reader #mha #mha villain deku

[barid-bel-medar]

I’ve been squeezing up brains to find Bakugou actual plot relevance… there’s so little that he may perfectly be absent. At least in the early stages. In the late late stages there’s some but for then the divergence may have fixed up.

Anyway, i kind of found a couple and here are as aks:

Will Kamimari and Mina be affected in their academic progress by Bakugou not being there tutoring them?

Aizawa showed a huge bias towards Bakugou since the beginning. Is there any other student occupying that spot? Is he still salty about the top scorer being rejected for the new rule? Given Izuku early progress in handling OFA, is he less biased against him?

Thank you for giving me brainrot with your story. I kind of started a pilot fic with this trope thanks yo you!

Yeah it was the realization I had a number of months back that you can pull Bakugou out of basically all the early plotlines and it doesn't really effect things (hence FtE's entire existence). Even in context of the training camp attack they could have just as easily made a different student a target, like Izuku or Shouto. In contrast if Izuku isn't there, things change dramatically (which yes obviously he's the protagonist so that should be the case), including for Bakugou's own character evolution. If he succeeds when Izuku does not, his worst traits would have definitely gotten amplified and problems would have spiraled.

Like if Izuku wasn't at UA I think it's perfectly reasonable to write it that Bakugou wouldn't make it to graduation. He'd either get himself killed or expelled.

But to answer your other questions!

No, because I feel they would have found other students to help tutor them even if he wasn't there. It's just in-series it's a good means of explaining him succeeding in making friends/a social group that isn't followers ala Aldera.

There's presently not entirely a student holding that role though I would describe Aizawa as being grudgingly fond of Izuku and Neito despite himself. He actually wasn't really too salty over Bakugou's failure because he did get the point the Commission was making and it wasn't that unreasonable. His salt more related to him feeling Izuku got too many rescue points than anything else. I will say that in context of that, Izuku *wasn't* entirely wrong to suspect there was some fuckery going on with his practical score because Nedzu did want to make sure he got in and his rescuing of Uraraka made for the opening he needed. To some extent though it is also a different form of red flag the rescue points only since it does raise questions of potential martyrdom issues/lack of care of Izuku's own life versus the person he's trying to save.

Yeah Izuku's sense of heroism is utterly disconnected from Bakugou when it comes down to it. Even in the case of Bakugou his own desire to be a hero is disconnected from Izuku's existence, there's other issues specifically there (like the seriously concerning detail of how many of Endeavor's more toxic trait he happens to have when he's a kid; at least with Endeavor it's pretty clear those issues were more ones that started when he was older)

#failure to explode

[dailybrandonrogers]

A Summary of Bryce Tankthrust's Timelines within the BRCU

The intention of this post is to review all major events involving/centred on Bryce Tankthrust across the BRCU timelines. Following the conclusion of BRYCE, a lot of considerable changes have been made to the overall nature of the pre-BRYCE Timeline theory that have immense and confusing implications. This will be a hopefully more concise attempt at deciphering the current state of the Timeline by only investigating one character, albiet a very significant and important one, and how her personal life as played out so far to our understandings.

As always, here's my BRCU Timeline reference!

Before the list commences, there's a few things that need to be explored.

Bryce Tankthrust's Birthday

Utilising her the publication date of the first video she featured in, her fanon birthday has been declared January 12th. Her birth year however, isn't as a clear anymore. The previous widely accepted assumption was 1971. This was initially inferred in Blame the Hero where in Episode 3, Bobby Worst mentions he is 7 years old. Later, there is a jumpcut that informs 40 years have passed, implying he is now 47 years old in the year 2033. However, the 1971 assumption operates under the impression that Bobby is 47 in the 2018, not 2033, throwing another spanner into the works. Otherwise, he'd be born in 1986.

Approaching this from a newer angle, Bryce is at least 10 when she meets Bobby, and 20 when she begins working for CallCo Phones. Utilising this logic, she has to be 20 or older by Episode 3, in which we see a 1990 NYE party being celebrated

The Current Timeline

Late 1960s

Bryce Tankthrust is born.

Bobby Worst is born.

Late 1970s

Bryce Tankthrust begins learning the Double Diva Diversion.

Bryce Tankthrust meets Bobby Worst at school. She cuts out her heart for him, and after a seemingly random and unprecedented interruption by Abraham Lincoln and Adolf Hitler, she grabs a dropped book about dictatorship and decides to run away with Bobby. Initially discarding the heart in a trash can, she retrieves it 20 minutes later.

Bobby Worst becomes an orphan after his father disowns him, and gets thrown into an orphanage.

Late 1980s

Bobby Worst is released from the orphanage at age 18.

Even Later 1980s

Bryce Tankthrust meets Donovan.

Bryce Tankthrust and Donovan begin seeing eachother.

Donovan dies after falling off a cliff.

Tammy Tankthrust is arrested and thrown in jail.

Bryce Tankthrust begins working at CallCo Phones

Bryce Tankthrust's heart (her own, that had been surgically reimplemented at age 10) fails. Gloria transplants an experimental mechanic heart into her; it is successful.

Bryce Tankthrust and Bobby Worst Reunite.

Bryce Tankthrust commissions Gloria to make a robotic reconstruction of Donovan.

After he was fatally injured by X, Bryce Tankthrust gives her heart to Donovan, so that he can perform surgery and give her his murder victim's heart.

Bryce Tankthrust murders the CEO of CallCo and his wife, and assumes his position as CEO of the company, now revamping it into Thankthrust Tellies.

1990

Bryce's heart (the one she got from the Accountant) fails, and she suffers cardiac arrest on New Years Eve.

Bryce Tankthrust moves offices.

Bobby Worst murders Delorio and the majority of Tankthrust Tellies' workforce and harvests their hearts to create a stockpile for Bryce. In the process, he undergoes a metamorphosis of sorts.

1990 - 1995

Bryce meets with the Angel Investment Firm, and declines their offer to take on 50% of her company.

Bryce Tankthrust rekindles with Gloria Goopty.

Bryce Tankthrust meets with the Angel Investment Firm again, and this time signs the contract with them.

Bryce Tankthrust moves offices again.

1996

Tammy Tankthrust is released from prison. Bryce and her mother also rekindle.

1996 - 2016

Bryce Tankthrust kidnaps the son of previous Tankthrust Enterprises employee Donna Phitts, and preserves his youth to make countless clones with hearts readily available for harvesting and utilising.

2020

Joe Biden wins the 2020 presidential election, and Bryce Tankthrust finishes her tenure as president of the United States of America.

2021

Joe Biden is inaugurated into office, and Bryce Tankthrust undermines the course of the election by initiating a capitol riot on January 6th.

News gets out that Bryce Tankthrust staged the incarceration of Bobby Worst when footage of the two of them conspiring is hacked and released to the public. As a result, all the stocks for her company plummet, and she is rendered bankrupt.

Queen Elizabeth II, who still holds a vendetta against Bryce, kidnaps Bobby Worst knowing it'll cause her significant grief and heartache.

Bryce Tankthrust and Donovan team up with the Mingeworthies to save Donovan, and defeat Queen Elizabeth II.

A heart begins growing inside of Bryce.

Bryce Tankthrust revitalises her company endeavours and continues business as per usual.

Bryce Tankthrust and Bobby Worst get married.

2023

The Angel Investment Firm terminate Bryce's contract upon learning she is no longer heartless. This also entails killing her directly consequently.

Bryce Tankthrust, Tammy Tankthrust, and Gloria Goopty initiate their contingency plan, and murder all the Angel Investors in a scheme involving Bobby Worst and Donovan.

Current Day.

#brandon rogers #bryce tankthrust #brcu #brandon rogers bryce tankthrust #bryce series #normal british series #blame the hero #stuff & sam #please lemme know if you spot any inconsistencies or something that doesnt add up!! #this is a rough draft as of current knowledge #PLEASE let this stay relatively the same #I think I will eventual update this with the old timeline too but I wanted to get this part clear first because its more complications #COMPLICATED I MEANT #Timelineramblings

[shini--chan]

Yandere ask game Alfred for Osiris, Ra, Ullr, and Xerberus please!

Gladly. The yandere alphabet: Yandere Alphabet: Gods & Goddesses.

Yandere America - Fortress

 

Osiris - How much would you entering their life change their lifestyle? How would they deal with abrupt life changes (accidents, sickness, ect)?

Alfred likes to tell himself that you entering his life hasn't changed his lifestyle nor him as a person. However, that would be him lying to himself. That is him desperately trying to convince himself that he is in total control of the situation, that you making pretty eyes to another person doesn't cause him to drown in jealous rage. That you leaning against him, stroking his chest and muttering that he is your hero doesn't make his confidence shoot up, doesn't cause him to preen.

In the end, he is human, all too human, and not some infallible boy king. Like any boy, he wants to impress you so badly. Given the opportunity, he'll carry you around like a princess, play sugar daddy and spend abhorrent amounts of money on shopping sprees for you and play tribute to your hobbies. While he wants you to conform to his way of life and views and morals, he finds himself adopting some of your’s unwittingly. Depending on the overall situation, this can be for better or for worse. 

In terms of accidents or sickness - it probably means that you are out of commission for your usual role as his plaything, and consequently, he feels a gaping hole. 

Whereas before his peer and governmental staff often remarked how calm and even tempered he has become (thanks to your presence in his life soothing over his rough edges) the people around him remark on how agitated and irritable he has become. Every now and then, he rushes to your side, full of concern, because in contrast to him, you are so fragile, so in need of protection. He blames himself for not being a better warden to you, and vows to do better. Of course, if that whole matter wasn’t intentional on his part.  

Ra - Would they stalk you? How closely would you be watched while under their care?

Oh yes, Alfred will stalk you. It is an itch that he has to scratch. In the dark corners of his mind, justifications ring on how this stalking isn't a bad thing, that he is doing it for your own good. And stalking is such an ugly word, he prefers to call what he is doing "intelligence gathering". It just sounds more professional and legal that way. After all, he isn't some serial killer that is looking for the oppotune moment to slither into your humble abode and torture you. No, he is doing this to learn how to take care of you. The beginning of a relationship is all about getting to know each other, to learn what the other's likes and dislikes are. This is just him being overzealous.

Besides, you're just such a fascinating subject person to study. Can you really fault him that he finds it so cute how you struggle to keep your life in order, to do sport regularly, eat healthy and pay your bills? Watching you is better than watching TV, in his mind. Alfred will diligently take notes on your behaviour, consider what things may become a problem and how to counter them. And also, your secrets. In the beginning, he'll be all for giving pleasant surprises, and thus warm you up to a relationship. Of course, as his possessiveness grows and the need to isolate you establishes itself, the surprises will grow more nasty. 

Later on, he uses his stalking methods to ensure you are honest with him - are you really going to that party as you said you would, or are you taking a "detour"? Are you obeying his rules, keeping to the media that is safe for you, not talking to unfriendly faces? It would also serve as a form of entertainment for him, to watch to undress and pleasure yourself. America is such a voyeur in a way. 

Ullr - How would they deal with competition? How do they deal with threats in general?

Not well at all. Of course, that also depends on his mood on that particular day. If he is harried and stressed, his patience already stretched thin because you're just so disobedient that day, then it will be a gory mess. Perhaps he wouldn't even care if the crime scene spells murder, perhaps he'll go as far as to make it look like a sucide or an accident. 

If he is feeling better, he'll just shoo them away through raw intimidation, giving them either the Johnson treatment or being flat out threatening. He isn't the sort to go easy, not even on his allies, and might just threaten to stop the money flow. Else, if the devious opponent is persistent, he'll be more decisive.

 Cocaine, or even just the wrong type of entertainment material placed amongst that person's belongings and then miraculously discovered during an investigation. Then off to jail with them. This course of action has the benefit of sullying the image you have of them. Should he be feeling malicious, then he'll pull some strings so that the competition ends up being designated a prison bitch. Then, should they ever come out, they'll be too broken to take revenge. 

If it is another personification that he is dealing with, then he'll have to be more cautious. Of course, he can just kill them, but they will just reanimate and then matters will be awkward. Sanctions? Slander? Framing? Any of these can work. 

Alfred is all about presentation, so if he states something confidently and often enough, everybody that matters will believe him, so he is only really bared by the limits of his imagination and time. At least, that is how he sees it. Also, he just has to be the nummer 1 - in his view, in that of the world, and especially in yours. When he is suddenly degraded to second place, or god forbid, lower than that, then he becomes upset, and you don't want him upset. Thus, even the perceived threat of being usurped is sometimes enough to set him off. 

Xerberus - How protective would they be of you? And of themselves? Are they guarded in personality?

The metaphor of a dragon guarding its treasure comes to mind. You see, in total, it doesn't really matter to him if you are traumatised through his actions, as long as you can still function. Connected to that, your quality of life and overall contentment only matters to him insofar as it concerns or affects him. 

While he does dream of domestic bliss, but overall, he is solely concerned with his dreams and desires and not yours. If anything, you should help him reach fulfilment. So he is only protective of you due to the role you play in his life, and not because of your value as an individuell. In a way, you are to serve him, just that he won't let you leave. Therefore, the relationship to you is really a famicile - he doesn't innately trust you and problems are just swept under the rug. Alfred wants the fairy tale romance but doesn't want to do any of the gritty work that comes with holding such a bond together. 

America is more than ready to labour in order to woo you, but once that is done, it is supposed to be "And then they lived happily ever after". And then you are supposed to be a perfect couple, no more questions asked, no more work done. Similarly, he doesn't take well when somebody disturbs this "happily ever after" or plays the antagonist in this tale. Though, he might be the antagonist here, with his Mother Gothel tendencies

#yandere hetalia #yandere america #yandere x reader #yandere alphabet

[arecaceae175]

Warriors 💞💞💞💞 - LU Update Analysis - Warriors Throughout the Sunset Arc

First of all, I must reiterate, I love his wave SO much

It's a nice little comedic break in between Time being so so so sad. And it's in response to a really heartfelt conversation and a genuine compliment from Time, and Wars just 👋

It is everything to me.

Ahem, anyway, Wars has been stepping up these last few updates. Going all the way back to the beginning of the sunset arc, Warriors was sitting with Twilight while Time and Sky are trying to figure out the deal with the fairy not working / the monster's weapon.

I usually think of Wars as the planner of the group, but he's more of a battle strategist, so it makes sense he's not part of that conversation. Instead, he's trying to make sure Twilight is okay emotionally and isn't thinking too much about what's going on

He remembers little facts Twilight has told the group about his life, and brings those up when Twilight brushes off his first attempt.

And he's smiling, and he's joking, and I'm absolutely sure it's a front. He's got to be worried out of his mind, but he's putting on a smile and a brave face for Twilight's sake.

After Time and Twilight head to the village, Warriors is stuck with the job of wrangling the other heroes and letting them know what happened. That's got to suck, we can tell by the way he looks SO sad

Very stark contrast to the way he was smiling for Twilight.

He then leads the rest of the heroes, minus Wild (who has his own stuff going on), back to the inn. First thing we see is Wars dropping his entire wallet for the innkeeper to not "worry about it" XD

That's not a small amount of rupees, either, judging by the look on the innkeeper's face. But Wars doesn't even blink, because his mind is too preoccupied on Twilight and keeping the rest of the group in check.

Next, Wind, Legend, and Four are yelling in the lobby. Which, side note, we have confirmation that the whole place could in fact hear them XD

And Wars comes in and puts that situation to a stop. He definitely slips into Captain Mode ™ here

His reaction is very different from Sky's here, too. Sky looks really concerned, but Warriors looks mad. I think that's a good panel showcasing the difference in their personalities and their strengths within the group. Throughout the sunset arc specifically, Sky is the one trying to emotionally hold the group together, and Warriors has stepped up into the leadership position with Time out of commission focusing on Twilight. Warriors has got to be a little tougher, because he needs to physically keep the group together.

I assume this next piece of dialogue comes from Warriors

Here he is physically keeping track of everyone. As long as they're here and together and safe, they can deal with the emotional fallout later.

When the heroes are all gathered around Twilight and Twi implies he's basically giving up, Warriors' expression is starkly different from the others

They're all wide-eyed, surprised, and completely crushed, like they can't fathom the idea of Twilight giving up, or dying at all. But Wars, he doesn't look surprised. He just looks so, so tired.

They've all dealt with loss, but Warriors is the only one who was a soldier. The amount of death Warriors has seen and caused most likely surpasses the others. He's seen his brothers in arms fall countless times. He's not surprised, he's just tired of the loss.

Twilight's decision to fight probably affects Warriors the least. He's seen too many of his fellow soldiers fall, and he has the experience of being overconfident and paying for it, so he knows hopeful spirits can only go so far.

But, just like before, he puts on a smile and tries to make jokes to keep Twilight and the others happy.

This specific quote hurts. Twilight is his brother. Not just his brother-in-arms, but his brother. This quote is peak sibling behavior.

Now, onto the latest update. Warriors is still trying to take care of absolutely everybody.

I love the confirmation that they call each other "Link" when one of them is out of it. That's a headcannon I had already adopted <3.

Here Wars is, trying to make sure Time is okay and is getting any rest at all. Which, of course, he is not. He is most definitely not fine.

But that's more of an emotional issue, a little outside of Warriors' comfort zone. That's more of Sky's territory, or Twilight's really, so Warriors isn't going to push while tensions are so high and there's so much else going on.

So Warriors does what he can, and he makes sure Time doesn't have to worry about anything but Twilight.

Time is so overwhelmed and anguished, watching his descendant slowly dying with nothing he can do about it, so this support means a lot to him.

Once Time tells Wars what he needs, and it's something Wars is confident in doing, he does offer Time some emotional support, too. Warriors specifically turns away before he does so though, because this isn't his strong suit, but he knows Time needs it.

To him, Twilight is the best guy. That's his brother, his fellow soldier and hero, and one of his closest friends. And, according to that first panel, Warriors doesn't have any other living family at all. The chain is all he's got.

Don't forget, Warriors, family is more than blood. This is your family too. Even the innkeeper could see it

(All image credits to @linkeduniverse)

#ace's lu analysis #linked universe spoilers #linked universe update #lu update analysis #lu analysis #lu warriors #lu twilght #lu time #linkeduniverse #linked universe #im having so many thoughts #sunset 14

[thedevilsfamiliar]

A continuation of Aizawa infiltrating the LOV from my previous post.

It’s beautiful evening, the birds are tucking in, there’s no chaos brewing on the main street. Nothing to stop Shouta Aizawa from reaching his destination point. Nothing at all.

He wishes there was chaos. He doesn’t know how much longer he can pretend to be a villain sympathizer. The League, for all its intents and purposes, is just a group of young adults who seem to have nothing better to do than to cause mayhem and disaster wherever they go.

It’s exhausting. He feels like he’s teaching much older students who never learned how to handle the word, ‘no.’

Checking his burner phone, he eyes the time before finally slipping into the designated alleyway. He presses the first number, his phone automatically calling the league of villains babysitter/bartender. He doesn’t know how the mist man can deal with all of them under one roof.

Before him, a portal opens and with a sigh, he steps through it. Almost immediately, arms wrap around him and he knows just whose the one hugging him. Lifting a hand, he pushes the blonde away. “We have talked about this, Toga. Personal space.”

“You came back! Shiggy, Shiggy. He came back!” The blonde teenager does a little spin, practically prancing off to grab their leader.

“Of course I came back, Toga. I told Shigaraki of my disillusionment with hero society. We need each other to bring it down.” The words feel bitter on his tongue. While he may not agree with some of the things certain heroes do or what the hero commission does— heroes are a good thing for society. His resting passive face has never been a better skill than now.

Their leader slowly stands up from the couch, looking at him from under his bangs. The 20 something year old smirks, head tilting to the side. “Well, well, well… I didn’t expect to see you tonight, Eraserhead. Toga tipped you off?”

Aizawa doesn’t spare the blonde teen a glance, aware of her sudden silence. She’s observing them. Reminds him a lot of— no. He refuses to see any similarities between them and his kids. They’re nothing alike. “I was invited by Kurogiri, actually,” he responds, keeping his voice even. “Asked that I witness your leadership, since our last meeting left much to be desired.”

That causes Shigaraki to twitch. A weak point. He can use that in the future. “You called him here, ‘giri?” The young man turns to look at the bartender, hands lifting up to begin to scratch away at his neck.

“I did, young master. You need Shouta.”

Shouta. Aizawa never understood why Kurogiri insisted on using his first name. “It’s Aizawa, Kurogiri.”

“My apologies, Shouta.”

Aizawa sighs.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #infiltration au swap #tomura shigaraki #kurogiri #fanfic idea

[lou-struck]

Feeding the Birds

Keigo Takami X Reader

~While on a picnic date, Keigo gets a bit jealous of some of your feathered friends.

WC: 1.1k

 Between the pleasant breeze and the sunny sky, it is finally beginning to feel like summer.

You and your boyfriend Keigo have been checking the weather constantly so you can schedule your shifts around some much-needed sunshine. After weeks of scanning and searching, you finally were able to find an afternoon where both your schedules were clean of any responsibility.

Leaving the city limits behind you, the pair of you drive to a beautifully lush park surrounding a quiet lake to have a little picnic for yourselves. Keigo took it upon himself to pack the picnic basket for the two of you. But as you open the woven lid you realize that he may have gone a little crazy in his preparation. The basket is filled to the brim with fresh fruits and vegetables, sandwiches, pastries, and packaged charcuterie board makings.

“Keigo” you beam, examining the basket “you really went all out I hope you didn't spend too much.”

"Actually Birdie, I didn't spend anything." He replies handing you a sparkling juice from the cooler. "This spread was wonderfully donated by the Hero Commission."

"Oh really?" you ask raising a brow. "And do they know about their donation to our stomachs"

"Nope," He laughs aloud "That doesn't sound very heroic of me now does it?"

"I'm sure they don't even realize it's gone," you say taking a sip of the ice-cold drink, the bubbles tickling your tongue as you enjoy its sweetness. As Keigo does the same raising it to his lips and taking a long sip. When he's had his fill he lowers the can with a sigh as he wipes a bit of the peach-colored juice from his chin.

"Nope not at all," he smiles leaning in to give you a quick kiss. "They just had it sitting in the conference room."

"Well then, let's not let it go to waste,” you laugh returning the gesture.

"You're too cute," He chuckles kissing you again and unpacking the full basket for your picnic. While he busier himself with perfection, you take some time to admire the scenery around you. Between the lush greenery and the white-capped water of the Lake, you see this quiet spot as a place you and Keigo can keep coming back to again and again.

A flock of multi-colored birds comes to occupy the spot of grass next to your blanket. They happily hop around looking for worms, seeds, or whatever it is little birds eat while on the ground.

"Oh look at all the Robins Kei," you gush pointing at the creatures, "Aren't they so cute?"

"Adorable..." Keigo says in a flat voice devoid of any kind of emotion.

They don’t seem to be finding much at the moment and it pulls at your heart strings. Wanting to help them in their search you gently tear off a piece of bread from your sandwich and shred it till it's nothing but little crumbs.

You throw a few at a time in the direction of the brightly colored birds hoping they catch on.

The effect is instantaneous as they begin to swarm the crumbs flapping their wings every which way and sending adorable little chirps to their little friends. It’s so cute you throw a few more pieces to the flock who move with newfound energy towards their little gift.

You are so focused on the birds in front of you, that you almost forget about your Big Bird-like boyfriend behind you.

An irritated huff reaches your ears and pulls your attention back to Keigo who has a little pout on his face. His gaze is fixated on the little robins in front of him.

“You’re not supposed to feed the birds,” he mumbles taking a bite of his own sandwich.

"Huh?" you say turning to face him. He points to a little sign that is staked in the grass. "Oh, I guess I didn't see that."

"Yeah," he says glaring at the birds. "I got this food for you, not this little ~"

“Are you seriously jealous of the birds right now?” you interject with a giggle.

He doesn't answer your question instead opting to eat his sandwich in silence. His honey-colored eyes watch as you begin to actually eat your own food.

“You know you're the only one for me Kei, Bird or human,” you say warmly. Of course, he knows this, but there is always that bit of Avain protectiveness that clings to his psyche when he is around you.

His murderous glares at the birds cease and he gives you a toothy grin. “I know that, just like to remind you not to go looking at other birds when you have me.” His red wings flap in the direction of the Robins creating a gust of wind that shoos them away from you.

“Oh Keigo,” you sigh shaking your head.

“Wanna grape?” he asks pulling out a container of plump-looking cotton candy grapes. He takes one off the vine and holds it out to you temptingly. Nodding excitedly you open your mouth for him to underhandedly toss it in the gap.

With a little flick of his wrist, the grape is released as it flies into the air and perfectly into your open mouth. It hits your tongue and you give it a little bite. “Nice toss Kei, If this Hero thing of yours doesn't work out you have a career in grape tossing.” you giggle.

“Thanks, Angel.  I’ll keep that in mind.” he laughs sliding the package of grapes over to you and opening his mouth exactly. “My turn.”

"Well," you hum in consideration. "I don't know if I'm allowed to do that Kei?"

"Why is that?" he asks raising a feathered brow.

"The sign says I'm not allowed to feed the birds," you say twisting a grape off the vine and plopping it into your mouth.

Keigo dramatically places a hand over his chest. "Angel, don't be like that." he pleads as you continue to thoughtfully chew your grape.

"I just don't want to break any rules." you tease, "Especially since you were so adamant about them earlier with the Robbins."

He opens his mouth to protest but you aren't able to continue teasing him when he looks so cute with that pouty look on his face.

Your amused giggling fills the air as you relent picking off a grape and holding it out for him just as he had done for you before., "Okay pretty bird, I'm sorry, here's your grape." you say tossing the fruit into the air and into his mouth as he moves to catch it.

After swallowing he scoots closer to you on your picnic blanket. "I knew you couldn't say no to me." he coos wrapping an arm around you.

You snuggle into his embrace as he peppers your face with little kisses as revenge for all your teasing earlier.

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[profeyandere]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌. ─── ☾ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

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Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, shifting

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

"I have no choice!"

The hoarse voice of your best friend resounded on the walls of the great room where you were and that is, after meeting Draco wandering the corridors of the castle as if he were a ghost, you finally decided to face him and find out the reason for which he had been so absent in so many ways. Your eyes had met at the narrow intersection that was on the second floor of the castle, your breaths had become agitated as your discussion had increased because of the fears you possessed and your minds had become a whirlpool of thoughts completely crazy that not even your techniques to relieve tension had served to calm you down. Nothing was enough to keep you in peace with the large number of words that had come out of your respective mouths. You were aware that this meeting would only be the beginning of your end and you were prepared to face the worst that could happen.

"We all have another way to try to fix problems, Draco," you murmured wearily, running your hands through your hair again as your eyes drifted to something other than his lanky, thin frame. "I can help you deal with this. You don't have to push people away from you if they can give you a hand."

"You don't understand anything," he mumbled between histeeth as if he was trying to keep his mouth quiet, but it was still faster than his brain when it came to acting. "No one in this school knows what I'm going through, and the last thing I need is the sympathy of any Gryffindor."

You sighed again. You hadn't even been aware of the number of times you had held your breath. As soon as your gaze returned to the adolescent that you appreciated so much, you were able to observe in him a large number of feelings of different magnitude that had remained retained in his weak body and mind, even making you wonder on more than one occasion how it was possible that he still stood up to perform all the tasks that Lord Voldemort had entrusted to him because of his useless father. Lucius, upon being arrested, had a certain dark wizard revoke his assignments on his young son who, on the brink of collapse and with a threat serious enough not to make him morally question his actions at first, did the best job he could to get him out of trouble his mother would not suffer any harm while he was at Hogwarts fixing the closet that had been commissioned, and he was completely alone in the company of some Death Eaters.

"I know, Draco, damn it," you cursed out loud, surprising him with your sudden tone of voice. Anxiety and fear had taken over you, and it was no great mystery why you had sounded even tougher and more anxious than before. "I don't understand your pressure, your pain, and your worry, but I know your suffering. You show it daily. You don't attend classes, you barely eat, and you're more absent than Potter when he sets out to solve a school problem."

The boy with platinum hair, almost white, met your sorrowful look that, although he could not notice it then, had a very curious shine that you had never shown and that is, being from a completely different reality, you were aware of his previous history and what would happen next. You didn't know if it was because of your hero complex, but since you saw him on the big screen and you were able to understand him better through the books, you understood that that boy deserved a second chance and that perhaps you were capable of giving it to him.

You just wanted to help the kid who, in some strange way, had made your heart beat like never before, who had caused such beautiful feelings in you that not even your family had been able to replicate in all your life and who had made yourself felt like a real person. Your life is your reality was not the worst, it could improve, but it was not as bad as many others that you had known thanks to social networks. The Harry Potter books, which at the time were so criticized for thinking they were "for children", teleported you to a fantasy world where you thought you could be happy, that you would finally be made to feel as free as you wanted, and you became so attached to it with the characters that inevitably, in the end, you felt empathy for those that perhaps you shouldn't have, you almost defended tooth and nail some of the most hated characters in the saga, and Draco Malfoy, for whom he played him in the movies, ended up winning great popularity due to its attractiveness and, therefore, it was also acclaimed and defended by many other fans. The passing of the years gave that blessed saga its rightful place and, suddenly, you found yourself watching the movies almost every month, appreciating each moment and each character, finally loving one in particular that perhaps you shouldn't.

Draco Malfoy became your safe person, Hogwarts your true home, and you made sure you did everything you could to meet him, but you didn't think about what would happen once you made it to the year in which the revival of Lord Voldemort and his followers would take place.

"I need you to go," the wizard murmured, clearing his throat and frowning to try to show seriousness, even if inside, he was devastated at the thought of what he was going to do to get you away from him.

"No," you denied, taking a step towards him, "you need support."

"I don't need anything, (Y / N)," he repeated, shaking his head from side to side to show emphasis in his words. "I'm fine alone."

Your legs moved on their own and, before you knew it, your arms were encircling the skinny body of your best friend, placing your right hand at the level of his shoulder blades and the left on his waist, gently caressing the mentioned areas. intending to calm his nerves and be able to make him understand that you were there for him, not to hurt him like most of those around him. You just wanted to make him see that you wanted to help him and be supportive instead of hiding your feelings from him as it seemed like he had been doing for so many months. You felt how his heart, usually with a weak and calm beat, was now pumping blood in an unbridled manner, either because of the nerves that had suddenly besieged his body or because of your sudden closeness and, although the reason was more for the second option, he knew that he could not allow you to continue trying to get close to him because he knew for sure that you would die because of the blood that ran through your veins. There was no other reason to want to get away from him.

"You don't have to fight this battle alone, Draco," you murmured, kissing his cheek softly as your hands snaked up to his shoulders. "You can seek help from Harry, surely he would listen to you, or from me, I've told you before."

"I would never beg for Potter's help, no matter how good a friend of yours he is," he spoke while accentuating the named wizard's last name and frowning until several wrinkles formed on his forehead, "let alone someone like you, disgusting mudblood."

Those words made you separate from him and, confused at first for having believed that you had misunderstood his expression, you observed his face that, stoic and with a lack of affection in his gaze, made you understand that he had called you that way so awful. Draco had never referred to you that way, every time you heard him say that you had scolded him and ignored him for several days until he finally mentioned that he had "learned his lesson" and there was no need for you to continue applying towards his person the law of ice, but now everything felt very different and that is that those same words, the ones that were always addressed to someone other than you, had finally come out of his mouth to hurt you, on purpose; Draco wanted to hurt you.

"You don't mean that," you said, putting a small space between you so you could find some kind of repentance in it, finding yourself with an icy look that denoted the opposite. "Tell me that's not true, Draco."

"Why aren't you able to understand that I don't need a thing like you near me?" He questioned coldly. "I want you to leave, to disappear from my life, and, if it were up to me, I would use Obliviate on myself so I don't know who you are because having you in my life, the simple fact that you exist, is a burden for me that seems to be dragging all life."

You didn't realize it until Draco's gaze flickered for a second, and a lone tear was slowly rolling down your cheek.

You quickly licked your lips, biting the bottom one while the gears in your head began to turn slowly and gradually picked up speed, finally making you fit all the pieces in front of you. Maybe Draco didn't want to say those horrible things to you, but the mere fact that he was looking at you that way was enough to make you see that everything had changed between you since the beginning of this last term and that neither your script nor the power of the universe would change, everything that was happening.

"When I leave, listen well to what I'm going to tell you, when I leave you'll miss me," you indicated, frowning and pointing at him accusingly with your index finger. "You'll miss me for my hair, for my walk, and you'll miss me everywhere because I'll never see you again, Draco, and, I hope, by then, the whole thing with you and Voldemort will be settled, and you'll realize what you have done."

In anger and heartbroken in your hand, you walked away from the Slytherin house wizard you loved so much, walking out of the room you had managed to sneak into and where so many secrets had come to light and, almost for an instant, You thought that this was not happening, that it had not been planned in your script and, no matter how much you tried to search in your mind when everything had gotten out of control, you made sure that perhaps you did not correctly specify what should happen as soon as Draco revealed his darkest secret to you. You should have outlined certain sections of his personality, his reactions to the truth, and his feelings toward you, but it was already too late and you doubted that tearing up that sheet of paper that was under your pillow would fix something that was already done.

It was simply too late.

The only thing you were able to hear in those long corridors were your footsteps, quick and light, moving as far as they could from the wizard who had done you so much harm, guiding you towards the secluded part of Hogwarts where, with good luck, you wouldn't be touched. I would find no one, where you could vent yourself to the point of exhaustion and where you would end that adventure you had embarked on for the last year.

You ignored Hermione when she greeted you just a few steps from the classroom where McGonagall would be teaching her class in a few minutes, you evaded Ron when he came to hug you at the height of the Great Hall, and you bumped your shoulder into Harry's when you were near Hagrid's house, without listening and seeing so many other people who appreciated you so much along the way. Your mind was fixed on one person and, it was rude not to say goodbye, of course, they would hate you when they saw that you would not return, but you were aware that they never knew that you were not part of their world and you thanked God for that; if any of your friends found out you were gone forever, they would do the unthinkable to keep you with them, and all you wanted was for them not to grieve for your departure and hate you for not telling them.

If they hated you, they wouldn't feel so bad, and therefore they would end up forgetting you.

«And, now, to go back home», you thought to yourself once you saw the small tree, already grown, that you had planted once you arrived at Hogwarts. In addition to your "magic word", a security one that allowed you to return to your reality, you strengthened that return even more with the presence of that tree, which would only remain because of others while you were there.

You sighed shakily, trying to prevent more tears from falling down your cheeks, and allowed yourself to lean back against the strong trunk of the tree before letting yourself drag slowly to the ground until you were sitting on the greenish grass that you loved to see, touch and smell so much. Being there always gave you a very strange positive energy and tranquility that you appreciated once you returned to your desired reality. Planting your hand on the small greenish strips of the ground brought you back to reality, that everything was happening and, blinking several times, you felt yourself entering a trance from which you did not want to come out. As you slowly turned your head towards the huge castle that was illuminated by the afternoon sun, which was already hiding to give way to night, you couldn't help but smile, thus saying goodbye to your parents, all your siblings, your friends, and of Draco. That would no longer be a see you later, as normally happened, but a goodbye forever.

You closed your eyes again, this time standing upright and covering yourself with the great tunic that you always wore, whose aroma sailed up to your nose and that let you know that this would be the last memory you would have of your desired reality, a dream that you never you believed until it happened to you. As you said the safe word, the one that would return you to your reality, you couldn't help but remember every person you had met in the world of Harry Potter: Your family who were eager for you to return that year because of what they said about Lord Voldemort, you hoped they would have a happy ending and not suffer the wrath of the noseless one you had learned to hate so much; your friends at Hogwarts, among which were the Weasley twins, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and many others, you prayed that they knew how to protect themselves and learned everything they needed to face Voldemort when the time came, the golden trio that, almost prepared for the appearance of the villain, remained as strong as ever.

And Draco. You just hoped that Draco would be happy, whether it was with you or without you.

A few minutes later, the Hogwarts grounds lit up like never before and a warm breeze filled the premises and surroundings. Harry, Hermione, and Ron didn't understand why their hearts felt so empty, but it only took one look at the empty seat that belonged to you and at Malfoy to realize that he had made the worst mistake of his life.

Draco knew then that he had lost you forever.

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