#But that the villain in question would get what was coming to them. Very Violently. They wanna step on a landmine? Let 'em have it

[tswwwit]

Wait, does the cheating thing on the bond always works? bcs that would be kinda freaky for R!Dipper like imagine you get pinned down by someone in the corner of a br or smthng and then said person kissed you and proceeded to explode into red mist and you literally have no idea what happened.

Also, would the constellation mark be a "cursed" Mark over the years, like you would give birth to a baby and the doctor says "😟 I am so sorry ma'am,,, I'm afraid your baby has the Cipher Companion mark. ( could also be something equally as science-y like Ursa Major, Constellation Calamation, etc idk)" And you just burst into tears.

Would that mean that dipper would get into a special program(demon wrangling program or smthng, demonologist? Maybe)? Or would the parents hide it away hoping that Bill would never take their child away?

(Sorry this au is just very interesting to me,,,, I hope u get more motivation, keep writing author 💪)

These are all options! The fun part of reincarnation AU being left ambiguous is that technically any of them could happen.

#Answers #Okay but for full transparency #I never really figured out what the 'cheating' consequence is #It's a nebulous concept since I've never had to write it happening #And left ambiguous because neither of these two are into anyone else - and as a writer I like to leave my options open! #I would assume that one of the few things they agreed on when making the contract was that unwelcome advances didn't count as cheating #But that the villain in question would get what was coming to them. Very Violently. They wanna step on a landmine? Let 'em have it #Dipper would have made a frowny face at the violence but agreed. Privately thinking well that's actually a *bonus* #A built-in defense system of sorts #(Something Bill was also thinking but absolutely phrased in the possessive aspect) #Whether or not the Consequences kick in before they meet again - their equivalent of their vow renewal - is up for grabs #Dipper trying to fend off someone only to have them burst into flames and/or blood would feel a terrified sense of relief #Who knows! Maybe Dipper has protection but has a chance for other actions before they meet again! #But the odds of that occurring are very slim. Partly due to his general awkwardness #And distinct hesitation on Dipper's part. Even though he *thinks* he should be enthusiastic #He looks at the person he's in bed with and just. It feels weird. Maybe because he hasn't (in his memory) done this before #Great job Dipper!! Someone in your bed and the best you can do is kinda grimace. Real sexy. #If he does ever manage to get up to something it's not even a tenth of the time he has with his husband #Dipper reincarnations are all very unfortunately attracted as hell to Bill Cipher and they're deeply alarmed by it #I do like the idea of different parental groups finding Dipper's birthmark and having different reactions #Perhaps a random incarnation of one of his family members ends up in charge of him one time #The results would vary *wildly* depending on who it was #On a scale of Mabel Mom to Ford Uncle how are you preparing this person for his invitable enhusbanding #(Stan remains pretty much the same but has a lot of bad marriage advice) #Wow that's a lot of tags even for me #I am going to queue this and sleep

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

The appeal of a villain friend in fiction is more often than not the thought that someone out there would choose you over the entire world.

The members of the League of Villains were anyone's priority. They felt replaceable or even worse, they knew they were replaceable. They weren't pretty enough, strong enough, normal enough, cool enough. They were wrong in the head, were too violent, too weird, too creepy.

All the rage? The hurt? They were told to swallow it because it was making people uncomfortable.

Stain was their inspiration, but he wasn't the one to pick them. He wasn't the one who looked at them and told them "you have a place". That was Giran. The manga tells us that Giran was putting together a sort of friendship group for violent outcasts like them. That he formed the League for them to have company, a reason to fight for, to exist.

There's a sort of catharsis that fictional villain friendships give that you can't find somewhere else. A sort of short-lived relief that comes when someone sees you being mistreated and decides retribution is needed. Wouldn't it be wonderful if revenge had no consequences and the damage it caused was at once lasting and non-existent?

That's what fiction is for. You put all your feelings there and create scenarios where you purge those feelings. No one gets harmed and you come out of it cleaned, renewed, with a clear head.

So when Tomura Shigaraki creates the League of Villains, it is an instant click for people who had been wronged and are seeking catharsis of their negative experiences and feelings.

The League of Villains punishes someone with torture and failure for misgendering and hurting their trans friend. A shonen manga does that, a gender where nonconforming people are a joke by tradition. Do you get what that means to some readers out there?

Tomura claims to hate everything and everyone, but when Toga asks him, he admits that they are his exception. He wouldn't destroy something they loved. His prioritizing their wishes and their likings. There was no one else above them for him and no one was as important to him as they were.

Suddenly, they are someone's number one people and not out of manipulation. They recognize in Tomura a man who really cares.

Tomura was shown to live in total neglect. He had poor hygiene, was isolated almost completely from the outside world, talked with maybe three or four people tops, ate whatever, liver whatever. He didn't care about his living conditions. It was only when the League asked for clothing and food and other stuff that he began to care. For them.

He wants them to live, to succeed, he wants to hurt anyone who hurts them, to protect what is precious to them.

And now we got confirmation that they matter more to him than his own past.

Tomura would destroy the world simply because they asked him to, because they promised to. He would destroy himself trying because he must be their hero. Remember how every time a villain would question him about his motivation or his ideals, he would talk about his hatred or his need to destroy. We've gone past it and at his very core we found that the thing that truly fuels him is the desire to be a hero.

For them.

It's really something to see people wondering why a reader would be fond of Tomura Shigaraki or the LOV in general. Is it that hard to understand?

Again, that's the appeal of a fictional villain's friendship to real life victims:

To be important, to be picked, to be prioritized, to be felt, to be seen, to be understood, to belong to and be considered, to be irreplaceable. To be all those things to the point the weight of it shatters the universe.

So much love outplacement in someone's love— to matter so much to someone —that to see you hurt would make them want to destroy the world.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 418 #mha 418 #bnha leaks #mha leaks #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura

[save-the-villainous-cat]

“Yeah, I think I’m pretty tired of it all. I think I’m angry.” The villain closed their eyes and leaned back, falling into the bed comfortably.

“You think you’re angry,” the hero stated, as if they were too afraid to ask the question.

“Yeah. It’s the first emotion I can remember. I was three and my mom didn’t want to buy me ice cream. I kept screaming but she wouldn’t buy anything. It’s my first memory. I’ve been angry at the world for a very long time.”

“That’s a decent reason for trying to take over the world,” the hero said. They sat down on the bed, pulling their legs against their chest. The villain realised they were nearly touching each other. After all, the bed was small and both of them were on it. “Ice cream is the best dessert.”

The villain didn’t answer. They’d wasted enough of their time already. But it was like a drug. Getting hurt, getting angry, getting violent. Repeating the cycle. Was it raw humanity inside them? Or was it them who was different? Was it them who was broken?

“I was only joking,” the hero said. They pushed the villain’s shoulder playfully and the villain managed a tired smile. Their wounds hadn’t healed yet and whatever medical attention they got in here was barely enough to keep them alive.

They doubted the hero knew they didn’t get any painkillers.

“Why did you visit me?” they asked eventually but the hero didn’t seem to have a fitting answer for that right away. They looked at the villain and tried every now and then to find the right words.

“I think I was angry too,” they said eventually. “I was tired of conflict, I was tired of battle. But I couldn’t stop. Not really. I think it was pride and it was duty too, I suppose. Whatever motivated me, I wish I hadn’t been so concerned with it. This was eating me. Fighting you was eating me. Seeing someone with so much potential, someone so talented who was a lot like me…that really frustrated me.”

“So, you’ve come here to apologise?” the villain asked.

“I guess so. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you in here. I thought this facility would help you. They got therapists and nurses…they have a lot of plans to help you.”

If help meant suffering from their injuries, then they were succeeding.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help — actually help — you sooner. We should’ve talked more, we should’ve seen each other more. I’ve always liked you.”

They played with the fabric of the villain’s shirt, lost in thoughts.

“I understand being angry. I understand being frustrated. It is exhausting. You begin to loathe people, you begin to loathe yourself. And you don’t know where to put it. You don’t know what to do with it, so you channel it and throw it at the person closest to you.”

“Sorry about that, by the way. The person closest to me are you,” the villain said. The hero looked up and both of them knew that they truly only had each other.

“I know,” they said softly. “That’s why I’m apologising, too. Because that’s what you are to me as well.”

For a moment, they could only stare at each other. It was quite clear that their anger wasn’t born from love. It was born from frustration and fear.

But that anger was consuming love. It consumed the love between them, fed on what could’ve been. It was eating that love away, leaving no room for it, leaving no chance for any other emotion than anger.

And yet, and yet. As everything was quiet and the villain watched the hero play with that shirt of theirs, there was room for something to grow.

#saw some chromosomes today #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #hero #villain #heroes and villains #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[hemipenal-system]

this thread is fucking long and the cut is in an awkward place just bear with it please

so werewolves are a stock horror villain (and the posts directly below this one are about that! go look at them) and don’t get me wrong i love werewolf horrorsmut but i want to see more of:

werewolves who just aren’t scary in any way. like sure the shift may be scary. they may look kinda scary. but they’re just people like everyone else even if they are more ruled by instinct than the average human. i think stuff like that is a nice way to explore what it means to be a person and how humanity can be a fluid category, especially when the werewolves in question are transgender/disabled/personality disorder coded.

like i want some wholesome shit about werewolves who can’t even pass as ambiguously human. they’re just very overtly werewolves: massive sharp, snarling bundles of taut muscles and sinew, 8, 9 feet tall, who are very capable of snapping and killing everything around them

but don’t. because they’re treated well and loved even though they’re not like everyone else. and it doesn’t matter that they aren’t, because they are like everyone else even if they’re not. i know that sounds a bit confusing on the face but i mean stuff like:

- “oh yeah no worries, Sharon from accounting’s a wolf too! no no we love her! remember when we went to topgolf for that company outing? they couldn’t find any clubs in her size so she outdrove us all with clubs a foot too short it was hysterical!”

- “all right you should be scheduled for this week! next two weeks are the same? no right of course not because you need moon days. yeah that’s totally fine i will get that in to HR and you should be all good!”

- “is- no it’s fine- is it ok if i stay shifted in here? the pain is less bad when i’m shifted. no i have no idea why lol. you’re sure? the shedding is ok and everything? aww sweetie i love you too!”

- “i mean, hip dysplasia is normal in wolves your age, and you had fairly active teenage years, so it happens. it’s not anything to worry about though, i’ll get you in contact with a fantastic physical therapist! no she specializes in wolf patients. she’s great at what she does, i promise. i’ll get you a month of painkillers but over-the-counter should work alright too. take these, go to therapy, and if it’s still doing that in a month come back and we can try something else.”

- “hey, baby, look at me. i know people are staring at you. you don’t need to care about them. you have just as much right to be here as they do. just ignore them.”

- “no i’m absolutely not mad at you! you can’t control that happening! no it was a full moon what the fuck were you supposed to do? look, i can replace the couch you mauled and the TV and vases you broke but i can’t replace you getting hurt because you tried to stave off the shift. we’ll go shopping for new ones together, ok? and we’ll get some cheap shit you can break for next month and a couple steaks for you to fuck up. i promise i’m not mad- hey get off me you big lug stop fucking licking me your mouth tastes like couch cushions…”

- “it’s actually so real to be worried about hurting your human partner in bed. you won’t hurt her, dude, i’ve known her for years you should be more scared of her than she is of you. they make, like, these rings. it’s like a silicone spacer- no it goes on your dick, idiot. it’s so you don’t like fuck into her cervix or whatever. supposedly those help? idk if they come in wolf sizes though.”

show me the negative stuff, too. show me:

- werewolves who muzzle themselves in cities even though it’s only a first quarter moon because they’re scared they’ll snap and hurt someone even though that fear makes them so careful around everyone they never would

- wolves who have moon trackers on their phone because they need to know when they’re going to get forced into a shift so they can get away from everyone because they don’t want to get violent but they can’t control it and the last time they were around someone she ended up in the hospital. she’s really understanding about it and they’re friends now but it doesn’t make it feel any less horrible

- wolves who get asked every single fucking time they get nice dinner, “so do you want your steak cooked, or what?” by waiters who think they’re funny but really aren’t

- werewolves who walk on eggshells in public because they know if they make any minor mistake or show any aggression whatsoever the pundits on the news will talk about “a werewolf snarled at my kid today. i mean i try to be trusting but you never know with those people. they have those fangs for a reason is all i’m saying.”

- werewolves who are scared to shift in public for the same reason as above, because they know how they’ll be perceived if they show people they’re a wolf

- werewolves who can’t find wolf doctors in their area so they keep going back to human doctors who don’t know how the fuck to treat their unique health conditions and when they complain about this they get a flippant “have you tried a veterinarian?”

- werewolves in therapy because their last relationship was with a human who sucked and it was really bad and that trauma has manifested as resource guarding and reactivity issues and it’s causing problems at work

i love this stuff. i want more. i also cannot write conclusion paragraphs to save my life so this is the end now. thanks for reading all this if you’re reading this.

😊

#not terato #really #speculative fiction #disability #transgender #personality disorder #worldbuilding #werewolf #long fucking thread #terato blog #monster biology post #sort of

[the-modern-typewriter]

yikes i feel sorry for the villain who tried to hit on the aroace hero but just got rejected. could you make a sequel where the villain gets back at the hero for being such a heartbreaker, or maybe where they find someone who loves them back?

This genuinely isn't anything against you personally, anon, but...you hit on a pet peeve of mine or something. Dun dun dun!!! Now I'm going to talk about it. Sorry, so not sorry.

The hero in that story isn't being a heartbreaker (at least in my opinion). What they did was communicate very clearly that they were not interested because of their identity, also thus not leading the villain on. They did not do so in a cruel way. They are aromatic and asexual. That's just a fact.

If the villain punished them for that, they would absolutely be in the wrong. And yes, I know, they're a villain...but if they were that kind of villain, that whole story would have gone very differently in the first place.

Even if the villain's feelings were hurt (the feeling of hurt is in and of itself valid) that doesn't make the hero a bad person for rejecting them or not feeling the same way, and it doesn't make them responsible for the villain's feelings. If they'd been mean about it, sure, not cool. But they weren't.

People are allowed to not return feelings. Love or lust is not owed.

People are allowed to set boundaries and say no to relationships or experiences that they don't want. More than allowed, this should be encouraged. There is no consent if no is not an option.

Like, seriously, what's the alternative?

Because, as a queer asexual woman, every option I come up with is horrifying to me in some way. It's living in a world where I'm either forced to do things and be with someone I'm not interested in or...what? Have someone retaliate against me because I'm not interested in them in that way? Possibly violently?

Like, at the best case scenario end of the scale, maybe the hero is just in a relationship that never feels quite right but they grow to care about each other in their own way, and the villain is very nice and charming in their way too, and nothing bad happens. That's still not a happy ending. There will always be the secret-kept, and the lingering question of 'well, what would they do if they ever learned the truth about me?'

Being rejected hurts, but the dread that comes with always weighing up on if it is safe to say no, or to tell someone something as basic as your identity or who you are attracted/not attracted to, is so much worse. Because, you know, on the bad scale at best they reject your identity and tell you that you are not what you think you are, are not valid or real, and they know you better than you. At worst, they kill you.

The story was fiction, and in that story the hero did not stop to worry about what the villain's response was, other than that they might not know what aromantism or asexuality is. They didn't have to, either because (unlike me!) they're a fictional superhero who could drop kick anyone who tried to hurt them, or because I liked the thought of writing a story where people may fight and threaten murder, but not over that. Not in a way that feels entirely too real and close to the bone.

Does the villain deserve someone who loves them back? Sure.

Do they get to take it out on the hero for not returning their feelings? Absolutely not, and I don't think you'd enjoy or find any vindication/satisfaction in any story I wrote covering that.

#also I like didn't view the villain as being in love or anything personally #they were totally trying their luck #as demonstrated by the fact that pivoted no problem to romantic cruises and then ah new plan #idk #felt I should say something

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Now, I'm on the fence about this.

On one hand - Duh, can very obviously tell. Especially with the way they waited until the last moment to show his face.

Of course they're going to make one of the villains stereotypically hot for the fanservice. Especially when The Spot is basically faceless and morally irredeemable (unsurprisingly that doesn't stop people)

And It's like - Cool. Understandable, thank you for giving him a fat ass. Love that for him.

BUT THEN I remember these are the same people that were calling him an animal and stuff in the script and I-

Like...

Making your character hot as fuck is one thing.

Making your character a 'sexy beast' is another.

You see where I'm going with this?

Like they didn't SAY they meant to write him as a sexy beast but like....

Y'all wrote him as a sexy beast, didn't you?

You wanted him to be both sexy AND vicious without realizing that would make him a sexy beast.

And I don't even think they.. know they did this??

I feel like they thought this was what people wanted - which, based on the sea of smut, kinda is - and in doing so they accidentally turned the knob up WAY WAY too much to point they 1) totally disconnected Miguel from his comic counterpart and 2) stumbled into some questionable race stereotypes.

And like.. I don't hate them for it. Because they seem so oblivious?????

They very clearly wanted him to be like an 'Edward Cullen' - buff, attractive, tortured, dangerous, a literal vampire -

But not understanding intersectionality, they didn't realize that applying that same archetype to a brown man reads WAY WAY differently.

Like, all I want to do is sit the writers down, show them a slideshow explaining what the hell 'Machismo' is to them, and then go

"iight now try not to do that shit again. The ass can stay but y'all have to tone down the animal shit. Like by a LOT. I'm going to need four scenes of him being humanized on my desk by Monday."

Reading that article and hearing them talk so enthusiastically about Miguel's ass and wanting to make him hot - while also calling him animalistic and designing him to be so - I literally do the Call of Duty meme like

'Mission Failed: You'll get em next time. 😐'

I swear it's like they fleshed out Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Jeff, and Rio and then realized the movie was coming out next week so they just forgot to finish Miguel's and Peter's and George's arcs. Like hello????? come back here??? Hello????????

It's like them VERY narrowly dancing on the trope of 'fatherless black boy is violent and repressed due to lack of guidance' when it comes to Miles-42 but just barely missing it enough for it to be okay but that's a story for another day isn't it

#that last paragraph is like gingerly placing a grenade on the ground then moonwalking away #the meal y'all cooked was good but it wasn't the recipe you were trying to cook #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #ro rambles

[frownyalfred]

How much violence do you think Batman should be able to get away with and still remain a hero or vigilante while also not losing his characterization?

There are times where no lives are in immediate danger and he only needs to get information but then he just casually breaks bones, effectively torturing someone. Like in the videogames Telltale Batman or the Arkham games' verse or even the movies and comics where he dishes out way more violence than necessary. That scene where he threatens to crush a guy's head with the Batmobile and actually has the car start rolling over his head, cracking it slightly. Or the interrogation of Eli in the Telltale game where Batman can pretty much brutalize and torture an already frightened criminel if the player so chooses. Or the comics, where he sometimes says he enjoys hurting criminals and sends them to the ER without a second thought.

Also, do his kids know just how brutal Bruce can be on a Tuesday just cause he feels like a criminel deserves it? After a patrol, he'll reprimand them for breaking someone's collarbone or if he thinks they took it too far even though he does that all the time. It's not like the Batkids never do it themselves, but when they do, they're mostly in extremely emotional states and not a cold clinical mindset. One could argue Jason and Cass are exessively violent too but, well, Jason is an anti-hero (or villain) and Cass is still learning how far is too far.

And if the kids didn't know/realise, what would happen if they saw a recording of Batman absolutely dismantling a criminal in a detached sort of way (maybe a rogue maybe not, whatever would be worse ig) and then having to reconcile that that's the man who's like a father to them.

It's a very interesting question, and I suspect you'll get a different answer from everyone you ask.

My take is that it comes down to two things: intention and likelihood. Bruce's line for injury/torture/death sits somewhere between probably won't kill them or cause grievous injury and could cause death or grievous injury.

Throwing a guy off a high-up roof isn't just likely to kill someone, it was likely intended to do so. As we see in Batman Begins, you can throw someone off a (low) roof and not kill them, without the intention of killing them, and without the high likelihood of the act killing them.

Breaking a man's leg for information probably won't kill him, but it could! The break could be done wrong, or heal wrong, and cause a blood clot that killed the man. But was breaking the man's leg intended to kill him? Was it done with full knowledge that the break would likely result in death? Is that something a reasonable individual can even evaluate on their own?

The argument can be made that hitting someone in the head could result in death. So is Bruce risking his no-kill rule on a technicality when he punches people into walls? Does dying from a complicated TBI years later count?

I find the branding example in BVS a fascinating discussion of this point. Bruce doesn't kill the men he brands, but he effectively sets the men up to be killed in prison. Is it the same? Does he intend for the brand to kill the men? Does he have knowledge of the likelihood of death as a result of his brand? Does Lex's meddling actually change any of that when it's revealed later?

The third thing I haven't brought up but that you did is Bruce's enjoyment/active participation in all of this. Does he hurt people because it's effective? Is it ever gratuitous? Is he detached from the suffering he causes, viewing it as a means to an end? Does Gotham play by different rules -- i.e., is torture and grievous bodily injury ever acceptable in Gotham when it wouldn't be in other cities? Is Bruce a man willing to do what it takes at the end of his rope, or is he a man who resorts to violence when there are still other viable options? Somewhere in between?

I do agree that, with the addition of Robins and other family members, the violence likely tones down unless absolutely necessary. Hurting people shouldn't be enjoyable, but it is downright painful for some people (not Bruce) to witness firsthand.

#thoughts #ramble #anon #asks #hope this helped a little #even though I mostly just asked more questions #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #dc meta #dc comics

[epiclamer]

THIS HAPPENED IN MY DREAM— so you get part 2 tomorrow <333333

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Bait

It was the first time Hero had ever actually felt raw fear. The pit that was gnawing a hole through their stomach was nerve-wracking and every second that past made their situation less and less bearable.

A blindfold was secured tightly around their eyes, a cloth gag shoved in their mouth and wrapped around the back of their head. Ropes dug painfully into their skin and around what Hero guessed was a large metal pole.

All of these measures keeping them quiet, tense and on edge.

They were sure that the soreness in their muscles wouldn’t be gone for a long time to come, not with the bruises that were sure to appear if their bonds weren’t loosened soon.

Everything was uncomfortable.

It must’ve been around an hour since they had woken up, a pounding in their skull explained that half of the story Hero was trying to piece together. They hoped that if their kidnappers showed up they could fill them in on the rest.

The thumping of footsteps sounded to their left and Hero’s head snapped towards the commotion. The creaking of floorboards and stairs sounded next, confident steps that strolled practically lazily into the room.

“Well would you look at that? Finally decided to join us in the land of the living, huh? Have a nice nap?”

Hero let out a muffled response as their captor made it to their side, chuckling at the crime-stopper’s attempt to speak.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

The hero listened intently, focusing on every movement they could pick up from their captor, using just their available senses.

They could hear them moving, circling, a soft brush of movement on their forearm made the hero flinch away violently. Only to provoke another chuckle from the other.

“Lighten up, will you? I’m not going to hurt you.”

Somehow, Hero found that very doubtful.

Without another word from their captor, the hero recognized the sound of a blade opening. Something quick—maybe a switchblade?

Before they felt it at back of their head and the crime-stopper braced for an attack, for the pain that was to come. But the sharp edge never broke skin, in the blink of an eye the hero’s blindfold had been cut away and their surroundings appeared in full force.

They were in a room, dark and dreary as ever, something that could maybe fit the description of an abandoned cellar? But the countless weapons and chains that decorated the walls made it seem less so.

“Like what you see?” Their captor asked, grinning down at them, knife still in hand. Hero recognized them now, they were a lower scale villain that prowled the city streets.

Mainly, they committed burglaries or break-ins, but in the big picture they were near the bottom of importance to the heroes. This, however. Kidnapping a hero? That was a bigger deal.

The villain did them the curtesy of untying their gag, holding both pieces of fabric in one hand and their blade in the other. The hero swallowed, it was dry and scratchy on their throat from how long the gag had been in their mouth, but they spoke nonetheless.

They needed answers.

“What do you want.” The hero rasped, wincing as they tore their throat up with a simple question.

The villain couldn’t help but laugh, moving back until they hit the large, human sized metal table in the middle of the room. Leather straps, for lack of a better word, shackles were attached to each end.

Hero didn’t even want to fathom what the drain on the floor beneath it was for.

It made them sick.

The criminal pushed themselves up on the table, using it as a simple seat. “I don’t want anything from you, sweetheart. I just need a bit of leverage to carry out my next plan.”

If the villain could grin any bigger, they did.

“I need you as bait.”

#Yall #i am sorry for the lack of posts #You’re gonna get a lot soon— #Bewareeeeee #Also I’m making a part two right now #Should be posted tomorrow ;) #hero x villain #villain x hero #imagines #drabbles #fantasy #oneshots #scenarios #writing #Hero #villain #hero and villain #heroes #villains #villains x heroes #heroes x villains #villain and hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #whump #whumpee #hero whumpee #villain whumper #whumper

[golvio]

So I've got...some complicated feelings about this. Some of them more analytical, some of them more personal. I get pretty long-winded when I think out loud about this guy, so I'm putting my thoughts behind a cut.

On the one hand, I definitely noticed that TotK's Ganondorf was more preoccupied with his appearance, not necessarily in a stereotypical "vain villain who never shuts up about how beautiful they are" or a "gym bro who spends more time checking himself out in the mirror than actually working out" sense, but in a "he's very conscious about the image he projects and wants to maintain careful control of how other people see him at all times" way. I'm glad I've got confirmation that I wasn't just seeing things. Also, that TotK discusses how he uses attractiveness to manipulate people, as implied with how he portrayed "Princess Zelda," had some really interesting implications about his life as the Gerudo king and his personality and skills in reading people that Nintendo never followed up on, because god forbid we give this character any recognizable traits that could inspire curiosity about who he is as a person or discussions about gender roles in ways that aren't "He pretends to be a cute little white girl because he's an Evil Degenerate."

On the other hand...it kind of contributes to the way I've been weirded out by how the game itself treated him and how certain fans treat him. The game itself made a lot of effort to dehumanize and un-person this man as a character even while making his human form visually appealing. The fans themselves are celebrating this a validation of their seeing him as a sex symbol, calling him "a bi icon" because both men and women are attracted to him, etc.

Like...there's all this discussion about Ganon's appearance and how sexy people find him, but not much consideration of what *he* might want, or how he feels, or what he's attracted to. I know that's kind of a goofy question to ask about a fictional character who can't really have opinions on things beyond what the writers give him, but...it's just kind of...objectifying?

For example, I don't take any issue with headcanons that Ganon might be bisexual, or at least enjoys the attention he gets from people of any gender, since I've got my own headcanons about him being queer, but I do get weirded out by the assumption that just because both men and women find him attractive that means he *must* reciprocate their desires and be bisexual. It's the same thing that weirds me out about fan art pre-release that portrayed him as this airheaded himbo jock because fans wanted to ogle his sexy body without having to deal with his intelligence, his anger, his negative qualities, or his potential dangerousness.

There's this tendency to objectify him in both the game, whether as a "monster" to slay to prove the player/Link's mettle as a hero, or as a trophy to symbolize Rauru's dominon over the frontier territories of his kingdom. And then there's a tendency to objectify him in fandom, presenting him as a pinup devoid of his original personality, or trying to shape him into a "good Ganondorf" that the fans would actually like to be friends with by sanding off all his sharp edges so they can access his body, which they find beautiful, without having to deal with the parts that might complicate that or that they'd dislike.

Fandom as a whole seems to have a blind spot when it comes to the objectification of masculine characters, particularly because it's like, "Oh, BOYS can't be objectified! Only pretty (white) ladies can get objectified!" Nevermind that objectification is a phenomenon that's super commonly done to nonwhite men in tandem with the more overt and violent dehumanization that comes with racism, especially men with darker skin. And there doesn't seem to be much of an interest in exploring what that might mean for Ganondorf as a character, whether just as discussing double-consciousnesses and exploiting expectations to manipulate people, or to explore how being treated like a piece of meat or a pretty ornament who exists only for other people's pleasure can really warp a person.

I guess...this is something I've been thinking about since playing Slay the Princess, which asks a lot of questions about objectification, how people's complexity can be dismissed and ignored when they're shoved into the Love Interest archetype, and how being limited in this way in the eyes of others can seriously hurt and warp someone even if it's being done in the "nicest," most paternalistic and "benevolent" way possible. It presents the core relationship as being a fundamentally unequal power balance; no matter how fearsome and terrifying the imprisoned party becomes, she is always at your mercy, she lives and dies based on the choices you make, and the "nicer" routes are potentially just her saying what she knows you want to hear and auditioning for your sympathy because like it or not you're her warden. It also forces you to ask yourself what makes you come to love somebody, and to consider the possibility of loving somebody while also acknowledging their thorny, messy, contradictory, and dangerous parts. I wish I could see more works considering this for Ganon, as opposed to regurgitating tired old "Destroy This Mad Brute" tropes or turning him into a "safe," palatable, easy-to-digest love interest.

#loz thoughts #ganondorf #racism mention tw

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Okay all of you are geniuses because a lot of you who see my necromancer posts brought up a super interesting concept that even u hadn't thought about in length, which is the possible discrimination that ALL necromancers in Wizard City probably faces due to past events, not just Malorn

Like ofc this isn't seen in canon but it's super likely that Death students in particular face certain hardships that other Schools may not. And the questions that I asked myself about this topic is super interesting:

Do Death students deal with a certain stigma surrounding their choice of study, or even their character? Are Death students in particular the only group that goes through a different type of treatment that others don't? Do Death students suffer from rumors or beliefs that are harmful to them in any way? Are Death students unwelcome in other groups of students, do they suffer from double takes or ostracization when they do or say things that typically aren't an issue if other students do them?

And another interesting part about this is the source, the fact that a majority of the essential or impactful villains to the plot are all Necromancers that come from Ravenwood. Like of course everyone in Wizard City has to know about Malistaire, but do they know about Morganthe years back, or Duncan when he drops out and is recruited in a cult?

Like I can imagine people back then have heard of Morganthe being expelled; I wonder if there had been any rumors or speculations surrounding her following her expulsion. Nobody was there except for Morganthe, Malistaire, and Ambrose; maybe there were whispers and twists to the story of what actually happened. It's unfortunately very easy to spin an exaggerated tale that maybe Morganthe was purposely violent and unreasonable, and following that, "Maybe it's because she's a Necromancer."

And Duncan, who was never really popular in the first place, after spewing all of that hot air about being Malistaire's best student, suddenly Malistaire becomes a criminal and Duncan is left with what? Was Duncan ever treated differently after that? Were people then possibly AFRAID of him? Perhaps maybe, that he'd soon end up like Malistaire in the future? And imagine how much worse it would get, if it somehow came out that Duncan took up with some bad people and attacked Wizard City's own hero. It wouldn't be about, "Duncan was manipulated during a dark time in his life and did bad things because of that", it would be about, "Duncan, who revered the former evil Death Professor, turned to a life of crime and followed in his mentor's footsteps". By the way, notice how they were both Necromancers?

And then it really puts it into perspective when you realize, why hasn't the Death School been repaired by now? How come no one has looked for Dworgyn or Mortis, despite him having been MIA for a while?

This would have been a cool topic to explore within the game if handled correctly imo, it opens up so much more into the characters and their perspective, the trauma they might be facing. It's sad and definitely unfair and unwarranted but it's realistic and a very blatant thing that just happens. TL;DR, more trauma to Malorn, Duncan, Morganthe, and every single Death student ever from me because I have brainrot

#also i like to think that ambrose unintentially perpetuates these beliefs #he was too quick to expel morganthe and make passive aggresive comments about 'impending doom' and 'darkness' about her and us #and imo ambrose is just a liiiittle paranoid. i can imagine him making some passing ignorant comment about death magic that kids overhear #or the fact that ambrose just Will Not Be Quiet about the end of the world. that worldview is alarmingly easy to pick up and copy #i also didnt really mention malorn in this post bc y'all already did a fantastic job with that #talking about the EXTRA discrimination that he might be facing due to him being the next professor #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #text post

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'Villain Wants To Bother The Little Robin' Story Event: Premium END

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight Route

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After washing up and changing into a nightgown, a wave of fatigue washed over me the instant I laid down on the bed.

(I need to brace myself for tomorrow… I have to…)

While I went through the plans for tomorrow in my head, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier—,

I soon fell asleep.

…

— Click. The room door slowly creaked open, and I was woken up in the middle of the night.

(Huh… what time is it right now…?)

(— Wait. This is Her Majesty’s bed chamber, who on earth would come in at this hour?)

A chill ran down my spine. Jude and Ellis were resting in a separate room.

(No way, could it really be Abel?)

(But only people in the palace have the key to this room.)

(Did Abel steal the key? … Or rather, could the mastermind behind the assassination plot be someone working in the palace?)

Through the canopy curtain, I saw the shadow of a person approaching the bed.

(This is not the time to be playing detective! What do I do… should I slip out from the other side of the bed?)

(If I can sneak out of the room without getting caught, I should be able to get Jude and Ellis.)

(Our mission will be completed.)

(Honestly, I doubt that’d be possible, but — I don't have any other choice.)

Holding a pillow like a shield, I stealthily reached for the canopy curtain, and at that very moment…

The person raised his arm, holding something sharp in his hand—

Man’s Voice: — Oof!

A kick to his side caused him to fall onto the floor.

(W-What… what’s going on…)

I fearfully opened the canopy curtain and looked outside,

There stood Jude, stepping on a man dressed as a royal guard.

Jude: Isn’t it rude to be shrieking in Her Majesty's room in the middle of the night? I don't know, though.

Uniformed Man: You… you're Her Majesty's bodyguard—

Jude: You’re the secretary of that well esteemed minister who wears glasses, yes?

Jude: And why were you up to something with such a dangerous object in your hand?

Uniformed Man: Tch… I’ll kill you as well…

The man crawled out from under Jude’s foot and picked up his knife again.

Uniformed Man: This is supposed to be “a crime committed by the American Ambassador”... I’ll be in trouble if this doesn't go as planned.

Ellis: Trying to frame another person…?

Uniformed Man: Wah!?

The man raised his hand again, but it was caught and twisted by someone else’s hand that reached out from behind him.

Ellis: … That’s a bad thing to do. I doubt it'll make anyone happy.

Uniformed Man: I-It hurts— mmph.

He tried to cry out in pain, but Jude violently slapped a hand over his mouth.

I could still hear him groaning in pain despite his nose and mouth being covered.

Jude: Shut up, you’ll wake the “Queen”.

Ellis: … The Queen’s aide has a question for you.

Ellis wrapped a hand around the man’s neck and tightened his grip.

Jude: Collapse due to lack of oxygen or be put to sleep peacefully. Make your choice.

Uniformed Man: Mm… mmm…! !

Ellis: Jude doesn't usually let people choose. You should hurry up and answer him.

Uniformed Man: Mmph… mm…!

Jude: Ah—? What was that? I couldn't catch it.

Uniformed Man: Ggh… ugh…

The man lost all the strength in his body, and Jude threw him down like a filthy object.

Ellis swiftly caught him, bound him up with rope, and dragged him to a corner of the room where he rolled the man over.

(... W-Wow… he’s so skilled…)

Once again, they were people who existed on the dark side of the world.

I was petrified after witnessing first hand how horrible it would be to make an enemy of them…,

Jude: … So.

Kate: Ah!

Swoosh. The canopy curtains were pulled open without hesitation, causing me to nearly tumble off the bed while still holding onto the pillow.

Jude: You’re some nasty Queen, having peeping as your hobby.

Ellis: … You must've been terrified. Everything’s alright now, Kate.

I was faced with two completely different types of smiles again. An agitating sneer and an amicable smile.

This time, I wasn’t confused about what facial expression to make. My facial expression relaxed.

Kate: Thank you so much… both of you.

Kate: But… how did you know what was happening?

Ellis: There was a sweet smell coming from your crown.

Kate: Huh…?

Jude: The crown was tampered with. Someone spread nectar on it, causing the bird to be attracted to it and causing the commotion.

Kate: The crown…?

Ellis: Someone approached the crown before the audience session began, and so Jude went to investigate.

Jude: We kept a close eye on the bespectacled minister, because he claimed to be the last person who inspected the crown.

Jude: That bastard was once heavily involved with an extremist military faction, and they had the guts to cause a ruckus just to make a profit.

(What the…)

Kate: Committing treason against Her Majesty and attempting to pin the blame on someone who seems like a genuinely kind person… they’re the absolute lowlifes.

When I muttered my thoughts aloud, Jude raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Jude: Hah, I’m surprised. … Say something like “there was no need to treat him that way”.

Kate: … He’s alive, right?

Ellis: Yeah, of course. Victor said not to kill him, because he has some questions to ask him.

Kate: Because they tried to take someone’s life…

Kate: Both the secretary and the minister backing him should prepare to suffer.

Kate: … I feel no sympathy for them.

Jude • Ellis: …

(At least, Jude and Ellis are aware that they will face retribution for their actions… and they’re prepared for when that time comes.)

While I didn't think that was a good thing, I also didn't think that it was necessarily bad.

That was my honest opinion after participating in a number of missions with the two of them.

Jude: Hah, you finally caught on.

Ellis: Should I hurt that person even more? How much should I torment him?

Kate: N-No need to go any further…!

Ellis: Really…?

When I rushed to stop him, Ellis put his knife away, hanging his head slightly.

(These two are quite the troublesome pair.)

(And yet, having someone they trust by their side… might be the strongest source of support.)

Jude: Sigh… I’m so tired because of this unreliable princess.

Jude sat himself down on the bed before falling back onto it.

Jude: It’s almost morning. That weirdo aide to the Queen better pay me extra for working through the night.

I hurriedly spoke up the moment he was about to shut his eyes.

Kate: Um, excuse me, that’s my bed…

Jude: Ah? It’s Her Majesty's bed, not yours.

Ellis: Oh, Jude is so unfair.

Ellis moved to the other side of the bed and laid down, leaving only a space for me between him and Jude.

Ellis: Shall I sleep here too?

Kate: E-Ellis…?

Ellis: Let’s sleep together, Kate.

Kate: Sleep togeth—... uh… wait, WHAT!?

(Together… WITH THESE TWO!?)

Jude: You’re so noisy.

Ellis: Alrighty, come here.

Kate: Wah…!?

He pulled me and I fell onto the bed.

Despite how wide Her Majesty's bed was, it still felt cramped to be laying in between two grown men.

(S-So near…)

Jude had no intention to make room for me, and Ellis seemed to want as little room between us as possible.

I was sandwiched between two of them. Our shoulders, arms, and legs were touching.

Jude: Your body temperature is rising… are you a kid?

Ellis: So warm and cozy… hey, can I hug you?

Kate: N-No…!

I responded while facing the ceiling. No matter which side I turned to, it was too awkward to handle.

Jude: Pfft, you’re blushing. You lewd woman.

Jude rested on his elbow next to me, looking down at me with a mocking smile.

Kate: Don't you think it's inappropriate to get into someone’s bed like this…?

Jude: Isn’t it? Only scoundrels would do that.

Ellis: You want to get naughty? Okay, let's do it.

Kate: Wha…?

While laying next to me, Ellis looked right at me and made an outrageous suggestion.

Ellis: Ah, maybe you prefer to do it with Jude? Or both of us?

Jude: Oi, leave me out of this.

Jude: Go ahead if you want to. I’ll just be here watching from the sidelines. You’re into that sort of stuff, aren't you?

Ellis: Is that so? In that case, shall we?

The words coming from both sides were making my face turn red and hot.

Kate: Please get off the bed and return to your own rooms…

Ellis: … I’ll get worried if I leave you alone, though.

Kate: Ugh…

Jude: This bed is comfortable, I’m not leaving.

Kate: … D- Damn it…!

Faced with my fatigue, Ellis’ innocence, and Jude’s arrogance,

— I gave up on thinking.

Kate: Fine, go ahead and be like this…! Good night!

I pulled the sheets up to my face, blocking my view of them.

Jude: Pfft, what the hell kind of sleeping position is this?

Ellis: She’s hiding. This feels lonely.

The two of them were completely unbothered. A few minutes later, I heard them fall asleep…

Enveloped by the peaceful sounds, their body warmth, and the sweet smell of them, I unknowingly fell asleep as well.

…

A few days later.

News of the assassination attempt was kept from the public.

The American Ambassador departed from the palace with the same bright smile he arrived with.

In a horrifying turn of events— the bespectacled minister had mysteriously vanished along with his position in the government. And also—

…

Ellis: Ah, there she is. Over here, Kate.

Kate: … Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Jude: Hah, you look more nervous than you were during the mission.

We agreed to do each other a favour if we successfully completed the mission without having our identities exposed. And today was the day to decide what those “favours” would be.

(It’s Jude and Ellis I made a deal with, of course they're going to keep their word.)

As much as they made great allies, I was made very well aware of how dangerous it would be to have them as my enemies.

I gulped down and turned to them with the biggest smile I could make.

Ellis: I’m so excited… well then, Kate,

Jude: Shall I do you a “favour”?

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil story event #jude jazza #ellis twilight

[smiley-babe]

break him in

Prohero!Bakugo x Villain!Reader

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

Warnings: AFAB reader, aged up characters, switch Bakugo (mostly sub), dom/switch reader, dubcon/ borderline noncon, unprotected sex, use of toys, serious edging and teasing, overstimulation, dacryphilia, spanking, choking, (pretty boy, baby boy, sweetheart used), virgin!Bakugo, corruption, creampie, oral (m receiving), bratty Katsuki, villain!Reader and prohero!Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya mentioned

Summary: She’ll do anything to escape the law, including corrupting her former classmate

Wc: 5.8k

When he tries to move his arms to cover his face, they won't move. "What the fuck?" Usually he can sense his explosive power, especially as he grows increasingly irritated. But right now he feels nothing.

"Can't exactly have you activating your quirk in here love." Now he finally opens his eyes fully. He's met with a pretty face. A familiar one at that. You giggle when noticing that he recognizes you. "Remember me Kacchan?"

"Can't exactly have you activating your quirk in here love." Now he finally opens his eyes fully. He's met with a pretty face. A familiar one at that. You giggle when noticing that he recognizes you. "Remember me Kacchan?"

"Can't exactly have you activating your quirk in here love." Now he finally opens his eyes fully. He's met with a pretty face. A familiar one at that. You giggle when noticing that he recognizes you. "Remember me Kacchan?"

There's a lot of memories circling in his head. And a lot of questions. "Why the fuck am I here?" He's tied to a chair, hands behind his back, bound with quirk deactivating cuffs. His gauntlets are out of sight. He's in a strange sort of dark room, saved for the bright overhead lighting. It reminds him of a basement of some sort. It's eerie.

You smile warmly at him. "Thought we could catch up. We were pretty good friends Katsuki."

He scoffs and grits his teeth. "You were friends with that damn Deku. I wanted nothing to do with you."

A fake pout replaces your current expression. "Aww Kat. That hurts my feelings."

"Shut up! You were always fucking with my head! Making me... feel things...," he grits. He hates what you used to do to him. For once in his life, he felt humiliation. All because of you.

You walk closer to him, pushing his knees apart with your own before stepping between them. Roughly you grasp his jaw and force him to look up at you. "Should probably watch your tone with me. You're at my mercy baby boy. No one's coming to get you."

His heart is racing. Not with fear, no. He's not scared of you. Desperately he tries to shake his head out of your grip. "Get out of my fucking head! Ah dammit!" This very strong man feared your quirk. It drives him mad.

Your quirk was simple. You're able to instill memories into a person's mind. It's very useful for villain work more than hero work. The memories can't be any longer than 2 hours and you're only able to dish out 5 or 6 memories a day.

When attending UA, you made it your mission to break the class pretty boy. And to you that is Katsuki Bakugo. You loved his brashness, his confidence, the dominant demeanor that oozes out of his every pore. He was someone you wanted to ruin.

In order to activate your quirk, you have to be touching the person. So whenever you managed to touch Bakugo, you would instill some sexual memory of you and him in his head. The first time you did it, his face completely flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. Not to mention to his aching boner. He had to race to the bathroom where he came in his pants. It was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him.

After finding out about your quirk, he didn't want you to touch him ever again. He got very violent when you were near him, especially when you were about to touch him. His humiliation manifested into irrational fear.

What pissed him off the most was the fact that he got off on that memory. It feels so vivid to him still. He can practically feel your walls engulfing him in your warmth. He's spent so many nights cumming to that false memory.

"What the hell do you want from me? Tryna torture me for intel? Well news flash, dumbass, I'm not easy to break." Trying to break free is futile but he still struggles in his restraints.

You let out a venomous laugh. He can just see the evil emanating from your grin. "That's why I always liked you Katsuki. I love tough toys. I also love breaking them until they're in tears." Katsuki cringes and clenches his jaw tight. "You still a virgin baby boy?"

When he goes silent, his eyes darting his elsewhere, you squeeze his jaw harder. His pretty ruby eyes flicker back to yours. "Don't have time for that shit."

You let go of his face and he goes back to looking somewhere else. He's starting to regret admitting his purity. But maybe he wants this. Maybe he saved himself just for you. The false memory makes him think you can make his actual first time feel so memorable.

He can hear your heels click as you walk around the room. But he's scared to look up. He just wants to get out of here. He needs to get out of here. "Let me the fuck out. Right now," he growls, finally looking up at you again. You've stopped in front of him with something behind your back.

"I'd prefer not to sweetheart. Pink or orange?," you ask him.

Katsuki raises a brow. Is this some code for what kind of torture he'll have to endure? "Pink," he mumbles. He doesn't even know why he's entertaining you. But he knows there's no escape for now.

"Good choice pretty boy," you hum, putting a hand on his shoulder.

His whole body tenses when seeing a new memory in his mind. It's all so vivid. Your moans and whimpers in his ear. The feeling of you wrapped tightly around him like a vice. He lets out a guttural groan and struggles harder in his restraints. "Let me OUT!"

The amount of lust coursing through his veins is enough to drive him mad. And all he can see is the damn memory playing over again in his head. It's starting to piss him off.

He's panting hard and shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Another groan comes from him when your hand strokes him through his suit. "St- stop touching." But his body defies his words as he ruts up into your hand, chasing the friction.

To see him so flustered has you already dripping with want. "The great Dynamight holding onto his innocence. How cute," you purr in his ear. Your hands tug at his pants, making eye contact with him. "Need some consent pretty boy."

The struggle in his mind feels like an all out war. He wants so badly to say no. But he knows you'll keep up this torture until he's forced to say yes. There's no way he could resist for so long. His cock is already aching and begging to be touched. He feels like he'll explode if he waits any longer. "Just fucking do it." Once again he's averting his gaze from you.

"Mm mm sweetheart. I need a yes or no. Can I touch it for you?"

When you get on your knees in front of him, he has to bite his tongue. He thinks you look good right there but could never bring himself to admit it. But he wants to see more. "Fuck... yes you can touch it. Just do it already dumbass. Fucking hurts."

So you tug off his hero pants, smirking when he raises his hips to help you. Your eyes widen when seeing his cock finally freed. It's thick and sort of menacing. But you got this far. Can't back down now. The tip is flushed an angry red and he's practically leaking pre.

A moan forces it's way out when you wrap your soft hand around him. Just your hand feels too much for him. His eyes squeeze shut as you stroke him slowly. "How's that feeling?" All he does is groan. His eyes snap open when you squeeze his tip a little harder than necessary.

"H- hey! What the fuck?"

You glare at him and pull your hand away. You didn't miss the way he fidgets from the loss of contact. "Asked you a question sweetheart. Answer me."

Katsuki's gaze is murderous. His pupils are blown from the adrenaline and lust, leaving an outer ridge of crimson. His chest heaves and his jaw is clenched. "F- felt good... So good."

A smirk graces your lips again. "Good boy." His cock twitches at the nickname, oozing more pre. "Mmm like being praised? So cute."

" 'm not cute," he growls out. He hates that his body is defying him. All his mind is focused on is cumming. That's all he fucking wants right now.

You hum and raise a brow at him. "You're a fucking brat. And brats need punishment." Finally you reveal what is in your other hand. He watches you slide it on and starts to struggle.

"What the hell is that?"

You look up at him and smile innocently. You press a button on the object and take out a little remote. A strangled moan flies out of his mouth as the cock ring you put on him vibrates. He's trying so hard to break his restraints so he can get the ring off him.

But when you start to suck lightly on his tip he begins to relax a bit. But you're ready to break him right now. So you force as much of him as you can down your throat. His whole buddy shudders when feeling your throat constrict around his tip. "Ah~ Fuck- godammitttt."

Katsuki already looks a bit of a mess. He's sweating and shivering. His cheeks are flushed red and he's drooling a bit. In the pit of his stomach he can feel the urge to cum. He's so close yet not close enough. With you bobbing your head, stroking the rest of him and that vibrating shit around his balls he feels like cumming. He feels himself going insane. "Wanna cum," he babbles out. "Please wanna c- cum..."

The man is near tears at this point, almost choking on his sobs. "What's that baby boy?" You lick a stripe up the under side of his cock and it twitches in your grasp.

"L- lemme cum... please." His eyes refuse to meet yours as you stroke his cock languidly. Let's break him down a little more, you think.

Batting your lashes at him and smiling prettily you ask, "Do you think you deserve to cum?" Your thumb swipes over his slit, causing him to shiver. He's basically biting his tongue. The taste of metallic fills his mouth. He'd rather not answer that question. In all honestly he'd rather die, not to be dramatic.

Your patience is running thin. Your smile drops as you turn the vibration up on the ring. Katsuki throws his head back as he gasps and cries from the torturous sensation. "What did I say about answering questions cutie?"

All he does is struggle in his chair and groan. So you turn it up higher. "F- fuck! N- no... don't deserve to- to cum." There's tears in his eyes now. "Please... please y/n," he whines out, his hips bucking slightly to chase the intense pleasure.

He's too cute to say no to. "Begging so pretty for me. Guess you deserve a reward." He nods his head frantically and whimpers when you finally touch him again. Turning the vibration off, you suck his tip gently. Bakugo trembles and whimpers some more. He wants to cum so bad but it feels like something is stopping him.

Quickly he learns it was that damn cock ring. When you free him from it a tremor runs up his body as he cums thick ropes, painting his abs in white. Katsuki slumps forward, panting hard. It feels like he just did one of his extraneous workouts. "You've had your fun now let me go." His voice is low and hoarse.

He looks up when you start to giggle. "Oh Katsuki this is only the beginning. I just wanted to show you what I'm capable of. I still need intel and," you straddle his lap, fingers tracing over a deep scar on his shoulder. "I still haven't cum yet. You'll help me right Katsuki?" Your hand touches his cheek as he glares at you. His silence makes you roll your eyes. But he's the one tied to a chair. He'll comply sooner or later.

"Katuski," you call to him in that sickenly sweet voice of yours. "Remember that time we had to spar and you had a hard on the entire time?," you ask him with a giggle. The tips of his ears burn from the memory. "I've never seen you so flustered since that day until now." Just silence. He hopes you can't hear how fast his heart is beating. "All I could think about when you kept pinning me down was how badly I wanted you inside me." He bit his lips to hide the groan that was scratching its way up his throat. "I didn't even care if we had an audience. Just wanted you to stuff me full." Your lips plant kisses across his jaw, moving lower.

He can't stop the blood rushing to his cock from anticipation of what's to come. He's trying so hard to deny it but the desire is overwhelming. Even before you started teasing him with these faux memories. When you walked up to him the first time in between classes he thought you were so pretty. But the first thing you said to him drove an arrow straight through his heart.

"Hey you're King Explosion Murder Dynamight, right?" He simply nods. "That's so awesome! You're going to be the coolest hero to like ever exist!"

At that time you didn't realize your words held a little bit of weight to them. You saw him as someone more than the loud brash human he was. Calling him a hero instead of convincing him he'd be a good villain meant a lot.

The desire for you only grew worse after the teasing. Deep inside he wanted those memories to be real. But his pride didn't allow him to admit that.

"What're you waiting for?," he mumbles. You tilt your head at him. He finally looks up at you again, crimson eyes burning with something unknown. "Wanna fuck me? Go head and do it." There's a tinge of venom in his voice. This is definitely not how he imagined his first time to go.

You feign a pout. "Aww Katsuki. I want you to enjoy this as much as me. Can't deflower you without your consent," you purr into his ear.

He wishes his hands were free. The drive to blast you in your face makes his muscles twitch. "Doesn't look like I have much of a choice sweetheart," he mocks your nickname for him. He pauses for a moment. "Want you to fuck me." Crimson eyes looking into yours. "Just do it. Want it bad," he mumbles.

A smirk crawls it's onto your face. You finally got him right where you want him. "Oh nowww you want it pretty boy? I don't know I kind of like seeing you beg. Think you can do it some more?" You get off his lap and take off your villain suit. He watches intently, taking in every inch of skin you reveal to him. "C'mon Katsuki. Beg like the good boy you are and I promise I'll make you feel good."

His breath hitches when watching your hand slide down between your legs. He can hear how wet you were. It perked his cock up and he was practically salivating at the chance of a taste. "Want it please. Want to taste it." He's learning fast. And good boys should be rewarded. So you hold your fingers to his lips. His eyes watch your juices trickle down the digits.

Bakugo sticks his tongue out and waits for you to place your fingers on the wet muscle. When he finally gets a taste he can't help the low groan that vibrates in his throat. His lips enclose around your fingers and his eyes close while he savors the taste. He would give anything in this moment just for you to sit on his face.

You straddle his lap again as he continues to suckle on your fingers, tongue wrapping around them. You pull them from his mouth and he whines a bit. "If you want the full experience I'm going to need something from you pretty boy."

He hisses when feeling your sweltering core rub against his hard cock. "The fuck you want?," he spits. He's getting frustrated. All this teasing is making him more snappy. But when he gets what he wants he's purring like a kitten.

"I know you're the leader of the team trying to snuff me and my friends out. I need to know their next plan of action."

Bakugo chuckles. "You think I'm going to give up precious information like that? All for some pussy? Are you out of your godamn mi- ah!," he moans out when you slide his tip inside of you. You slowly slide just the tip in and out.

Katsuki feels like he can cum just from this. It feels so good. So wet. So warm. He feels like he's going to explode when you slip a little more of him inside and sigh out his name. He wants to hear it over and over again.

But you raise your hips a little, letting him slide all the way out. He can't help the whine that escapes his lips. "Put it back! Fuck- you're a fucking bitch," he growls out. Now he's back to being hostile.

"Mmm now Katsuki I only like mean nicknames when I'm being fucked. And it looks like I'm the one doing the fucking here." This only riles him up even more.

"Let me out of this fucking chair and I'll show you what I can do! I'll make sure you can't walk for a week," he taunts. But he's as scary as a shark behind glass at an aquarium.

"Sorry baby. I can't let out you out. Now," you grasp his cock and stroke him nice and slow, flicking your wrist just right and focusing on his extra sensitive tip. Those ruby red irises are going a bit hazy already. It's like he loses himself a little more every time you touch him. "Give me some info and I'll take care of your big problem." You let some drool slide off the tip of your tongue onto his aching cockhead.

Katsuki keeps his eyes on you. He's trying so hard not to spill anything but this is so hard when you're edging him just too close. His dick hurts so much. His balls hurt just as bad.

You're teasing his tip at your entrance again. "Give me something baby. Anything and I'll sit all the way on it. I know you want it. You're leaking so much for me." He hates how your words hold the ugly truth.

Telling you something small shouldn't hurt right? Plus he can just get back and warn them before the plan goes into action. "Deku is the leader. Not me. You'll have to talk to him. He'll be harder to break than me."

Katsuki doesn't understand why you're laughing. It's annoying and taunting him. "How do you think I captured you sweet face? He's always had a little crush on me. Was easy to get him to spill some juicy secrets."

That's when Bakugo thinks back at all their past missions that had to with your group. How you guys always seem to slip through their fingers despite all the careful planning and work put into bringing your team down. Deku knew Bakugo would eventually get frustrated and go looking for you group alone. He feels like he was set up.

"I'm going to kill that fucking nerd," Bakugo seethes.

"Aww that's not very nice Katsuki. He was just trying to help me see an old friend. He doesn't know you're tied up at the moment though." You would have to steer clear of Deku for a while. If he finds out what you're actually up to he won't be too happy. And you don't know if you can weasel your way out of harming his poor Kacchan. "I need something better than that Katsuki. Deku refuses to tell me the next plan because it's your plan."

Bakugo just shrugs. "Don't know what yer talkin' about." You didn't expect this to be easy at all. That's why you have some tricks up your sleeve.

"Change of plans." He raises a brow when you get up and walk somewhere behind him. There's a sound of rustling and then "aha!" from you. Coming back into view you hold a small egg shape thing.

"The fuck is that?," Bakugo asks glancing between you and the object.

You beam at him. "The next torture object." You kneel down and slip the cock ring back on him even though he tries to fight you. Standing back up, you turn the little egg on and it vibrates to life. With an intense gaze, he watches you slide it deep inside yourself. "Fuck that feels good," you moan out.

You find yourself back on his lap again. The cock ring starts to vibrate again. Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut when feeling you rub him through your fold again. "Mind if I warm you up?" He nods as a moan slips from his lips.

"Fuck!," Katsuki growls as you lower yourself slowly on his cock.

"Mmm s' big Katsuki." The stretch hurts a little but you take it anyways. It'll feel better the longer he splits you open. You gasp when his tip knocks the toy against your cervix. You want so badly to start rocking your hips but you have to crumple up Bakugo's resolve before you can continue.

There's too many sensations for Bakugo to even think straight. He wants it to stop but he also wants to paints your inside. He's never felt so conflicted before in his life. "How's that feelin' cutie?" You're nipping over his neck, leaving marks.

His eyes roll back into his skull when he feels the vibrator sitting right on top of his tip. " 's good. Fuck! J- just fuck me already. Do it dammit!" Katsuki's gone feral. All the blood rushing to his cock instead of his head. "Please just do it. Fuck!"

You shake your head and thread your fingers through his spiky ash blonde locs. "Tell me what you know." He thinks that two can play at this game. So he leans back slightly, feet planted firmly on the ground, and nudges his hips up a little just to test the waters. "Fuck Katsuki!" Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hiss from the sudden pleasure.

"Already seeing stars? Thought you were stronger than that," he says in a snide tone. He moves his hips some more, bouncing you on his cock. "Sh- shit!"

"W- wait!," you moan out, feeling him assault your spot by pushing the egg right up against your spot. Oh how the tables have turned. At his mercy all of a sudden with every snap of his hips. You whimper into his ear as you move your hips in synch with his. "Feels good doesn't it Katsuki? Just like how you dreamed?"

He groans loudly as he keeps slamming his tip into the vibrator. This feels like heaven to him. He couldn't believe he was missing out. He wishes he could touch you, grab you, manhandle you into any position so he could fuck you with every once of energy he has. "Better than my dreams," he mumbles as his eyes close from the pleasure.

It's time to take back control. You slam down hard on his length, making him choke on a moan. "Don't make me tie up your legs too baby boy," you warn him. He pants hard and whines from the constant vibration. "Tell me Katsuki. Tell me you're fucking plan or I'm leaving you with this fucking hard on." He clenches his teeth and growls a bit when your hand wraps around his throat tightly. "You're not leaving until I get something." Your face is inches from his. His eyes are low with lust.

He tch's and looks away from you. He hates that he kind of likes you choking him. He smirks up at you. "Harder," is all he says. You groan and pull your hand away. It's almost impossible to break him at this point. Maybe he was right. But you can't give up yet. You've gotten so far. Time to take another approach maybe.

You reach behind him and unlock the cuffs restraining him. You get up, neglecting his cock and start putting your clothes on after taking the vibrator out. "You were right. I can't break you. So go. Get out of my sight."

He's fast. He's got a large gloved hand around your neck, squeezing tight before you can even take a step away from him. "Tell me what's stopping me from crushing your windpipe."

Your words are calm, despite your thrumming pulse under his fingers. " 'cause that's not what you want Katsuki. I'm your friend even if I'm a villain."

"We're not friends at all dumbass. You've caused me nothing but fuckin' trouble and now. You're gonna get it." His grip tightens around your neck and you squeak in pain. But he does something unexpected. He spins you around and bends you over the table you're next to. "Help me take care of this shit and I'll act like this never happened."

You nod and gasp when he damn near rips your pants off. "Be rough with me Katsuki. Take what you want from me. Like a true villain."

He groans and fists himself, lining himself up with your entrance. "Not a fucking villain." You grip the table hard when he pushes inside. Even though he was in you moments ago, the stretch still feels new.

"Ah Katsuki!," you call out when he finally bottoms out. He still has the stupid vibrating ring around his balls. But he doesn't care. He wants to ruin you just like you ruined his mind. He wants your thoughts filled with only him now. He keeps you pressed to the table with a hand to the back of your neck.

When he finally pulls back and does his first thrust you mewl for him. His cock is fat and heavy as it drags against your walls. He starts slow, finding a good rhythm while finding that so called special spot. He sighs and groans every time he plunges back in. His tip easily hits that squishy special spot. "Not so fucking tough now huh?," he growls out. His pace is getting faster and makes it hard to respond. The sound of skin slapping and your obnoxious moans fill the room.

"H- harder Katsuki please! S- so closeeee," you whimper.

He tch's. "Don't go ordering me around dammit! Take what the fuck I give you!" His large gloved palm hits the skin of your ass making you hiss. But he feels your pussy clamp around him from the pain. "Should have known you'd like pain." He grabs a handful of your hair and forces your back to arch more. You can feel him even deeper this way as he drills into you.

But you can tell he's getting closer because his groans are even more frequent and louder. "Want your cum Katsuki. Please!" He's huffing and moaning more, his strokes growing sloppier. You're orgasm feels close but not close enough. Your fingers rub over your clit as he sinks even deeper into you, chasing the orgasm that he's been denied for too long. Your body is shaking and it's hard to control the volume of your voice.

When he finally spills into you he's a whimpering mess. You can feel his cock pulsing as he empties himself into you. "F- fuck still cumming," he whines out. Your pussy is milking him for all he's worth. His forehead rests against your back as he finally pulls out. He's panting hard and very flushed. But you're not done with him yet.

So you turn around and stand up with him. You reach up, fingers tracing over the column of his neck, reaching to the back of it. You grip a handful of his hair and bring his face close to yours. "I'll let you go if I get a kiss."

He's going to take the bait. He leans down a little more, lips parting. They slot against yours, so warm and slightly rough. The hook in his mouth; time to bring him to the surface. Your teeth graze over his bottom lip. He moans a little against your lips. So close to reeling him back in. You pull him closer by snaking your other arm around his neck. His hands grip at your waist as his tongue tries to dominate yours.

When he pulls you closer by your hips, you know you've won the game. You pull away a bit and see his pupils blown again when he opens his eyes. "You're so pretty Katsuki." His eyes look away from yours, the comment making him bashful. "Let me take care of you." He doesn't even know what that means but he's seated back in the chair before he knows it.

You line him up again with your entrance and he shivers when his tip makes contact with your sex. "It's sensitive dumbass."

You make a face at him. "Don't be a baby Katsu. Promise I'll be gentle." He nods and watches you slowly sit on it. It feels like when Kaminari accidentally hits him with his quirk. Muscles twitchy and nerves on fire. "Calm down baby boy," you whisper to him, kissing along his jaw as you sit farther down. You start slow. Every rock of your hips makes him shudder and have to blink away tears. "You're okay Katsuki. I got you."

"Fuck," he whines. He wants more but it feels so overwhelming. "F- faster. I can take it," he grits.

You smirk at him and stop your movement. "I have to ask something first." He shoots a glare, sweat glistening on his brow. "Tell me your plan and I'll give you anything you ask for, including going faster."

Katsuki groans. He knew you were going to manipulate him again. But you're so intoxicating to him. He can't stay away. He can barely say no. He feels so fucking helpless. Pinned like a pretty butterfly held down by those thin silver nails. He gulps and bites his lip when your lips kiss at his neck. "God fuck. Guess you leave me no choice huh?" He's answered by your tongue licking up the skin you previously kissed. "We had found your raggedy ass hideout and were going to ambush it tomorrow night. But I guess now that's not going to happen."

You nip at his neck, watching the skin turn red and darkening. "I know about the spy Katsuki." The man tenses under you. How the fuck could you have possibly known? It took so long to set that plan into motion. "Was pretty easy to figure out. Izuku didn't even have to tell me. Ya see when people start asking more questions than normal I feel uneasy. All it took was a measly knife to his throat to get him to confess. So pitiful." Katsuki knew you were dangerous but this dangerous? You're hardly the girl he remembers back in school. "Now that I know your plan and I got rid of the mole, you won't be able to track me anymore."

He's speechless. Embarrassed even that you figured out his ploy. But fuck it. He's done with this game. He looks up at you, eyes lidded, without a care in the world anymore. "I believe I'm owed something."

You smile endearingly at him, caressing his soft flushed cheeks. "You've been a good boy for me. This reward is well deserved. So don't complain about it." He nods and cries out when you start with a rapid pace, slamming your ass back into his lap. You stick your thumb in his mouth while he whines out, opening his mouth some more. "Look pretty beneath me baby boy." The compliment makes him keen, the words alone driving him up the precipice.

He's drooling into your hand, tongue pinned by your thumb and eyes rolling back. The steady smack smack smack filled the room. Katsuki doesn't think he can take much more. His sensitive tip hitting your spongy cervix was driving him to near tears. His toes are curling in his boots. " 's good! So good~," he whines out.

You remove your thumb from his mouth and grab his jaw, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. You swallow up his whimpers and protests of wanting you to slow down. He's feeling close again and it aches this time. His hands are at your hips, squeezing your skin every time he hits you deeply inside.

The way he stretches you open is driving you crazy. Every time you sink back down it takes so much out of you not to stop and give up. But Katsuki deserves to feel good. And you also want to cum one more time. Just one more and then you can let him go.

He pulls away from your lips and hisses when you clench around him tightly. "F- fuck stop squeezing! I won't- won't last much longer!" But you don't listen. You're close too.

"C'mon baby. Want you to let go for me." You nip at his jaw as he continues to whine, moving his hips with yours despite his cries. He's so needy, so sensitive, and so so whiney. And you love it. A particular sharp thrust upward has you suddenly cumming around him, making a mess in his lap. "K- Katsuki! Ah fuck-"

His eyes roll back as he chases his high, fucking up into you and moving you up and down his cock. "Yeah yeah yeah- fuck! G- gonna cum." He's breathless, panting and moaning like he's in heat. And when he cums he damn near loses it. All his senses feel so dull except for that damn feeling as he empties his heavy balls into your awaiting pussy. He could feel his eyes crossing from the pleasure. All he can get out is, "so good!" over and over.

You press your forehead against his and help him calm down. "Shh it's okay baby. 'm right here." You stroke his sweaty cheek and he pants with his eyes closed. His cum is already leaking out of you, staining his thighs. "Did so good for me pretty boy." You peck his lips as he opens his eyes.

"I still hate you," he mumbles, looking away from you.

"I got what I wanted anyways sweetheart. You're free to go."

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On Heteromorphs & Heteromorphobia (Arcs XI - XIV, Shie Hassaikai to Joint Training)

Thanks again for all your great responses, everyone! This week I'll be covering, among other things, the early indicators gradually getting more overt, the way the Hero System in its current incarnation is set up to fail rural heteromorphs, the eye-rolling shallowness of thought that says heteromorphobia is fake because Hawks is the Number 2 Hero, and some spitballing about Watsonian reasons that the One For All's bearers are all baseline.

Hit the jump!

The Shie Hassaikai Arc (Chapters 122-162)

Chapter 122:

Gag sequence with Hound Dog, playing up the discomfort of the students when Hound Dog “forgets how to talk when he flips out.”  Also a very weird instance of an animal-type heteromorph wearing a costume accessory that would be seen as a method of control if an actual animal of his type were wearing it: a muzzle.  There will be another of these in a hundred chapters or so.

Chapter 123:

Nejire asks Shouji directly what’s up with his mask.  He looks legitimately shocked—as well he might, given that he’s been in this class for five months and none of his classmates appear to have asked about his scar yet!  He nonetheless starts to explain, but only gets as far as, “A long time ago, I—” before Nejire interrupts to ask Shouto about his scar.  This chapter was published five years and ten months before the chapter in which the reader finally gets the rest of this tragic, violent story.     The gag with Nejire goes on for another page, of her hopping from person to person, asking six of the students in all about some distinguishing feature of theirs.  With the sole exception of Shouto, all are in some way heteromorphic, though it’s obscured somewhat by Mineta not being one of the class’s really obvious heteromorphs, and Mina having an Emitter-type quirk.  It’s unclear whether Nejire's questions were leading to some point or if she just completely blanked on anything she’d been intending to say about work studies when her curiosity reared its head.  It definitely feels like her targets are all kind of taken aback to be asked about this so openly—even Mina has a small sweatdrop, while Mineta (being Mineta) excitedly charges her with sexual harassment.    

Very shortly after, we find Nejire toying with an extremely uncomfortable-looking Mina’s horns while Mina asks her to stop.

Chapter 126:

Quick shot of Kaminari playing with Ojiro’s tail in the classroom, but no accompanying shot of Ojiro’s face, so we don’t know how he’s feeling about it, but it and the bit above with Mina’s horns could speak to a certain amount of tendency to treat heteromorphic features as open property to play with or poke at regardless of the person in question’s feelings.  That’s a bit reachy even for this piece, but there will be one further example later on.  Three examples in 300+ chapters does not exactly make for a phenomenon, but then again, that kind of physical forwardness in Japan is probably pretty unusual as it is.  Could be a case that’s more common in countries that are more culturally comfortable with casual touch.[1]

Chapter 131:

It’s not clear heteromorphobia, per se, but this chapter has another one of those fights with “giant villains”—two fighting each other, in this case—where they just get carted away in the background and no one asks—nor does the narrative concern itself with—why they were fighting each other to begin with.  Indeed, Ryukyu and her interns just stand around in the foreground chitchatting about work while, in the background, the dust settles on the two villains Uravity and Froppy just buried under rubble.  Hope they don’t revert to normal size and then have to be rescued from under a collapsed building!       o The “heroes stand around and talk in the foreground while villains get carted off behind them” thing comes up so often, and in most cases, it’s totally absent of context, just a cut-in on some hero in the middle of a work day. Only very rarely does the audience get any context on what the villain's deal is, and it's striking that all of the examples coming to mind for me —Starservant, Ending, the gang mook dude coming up shortly—are non-heteromorphs.

Chapter 141:

Tabe, of Overhaul’s trash trio, is described by Hojo as having been tossed aside when he didn’t mesh with society.  This makes Tabe both the only heteromorph of the trio and the only one described as having been rejected by society at large, rather than victimized by a specific person as in Hojo and Setsuno’s cases.  That said, given that his appearance is—while a bit manic—not all that far from baseline, and that his character blurb says he’s always hungry, I suspect Tabe’s ostracization is rooted more in the kinds of difficulties faced by characters like Toga, whose quirk comes with a strong psychological component they have difficulty managing and were not given any outlets or coping mechanisms for.

Chapter 144:

The bullied kid who middle school Kirishima tries to help is a heteromorph.  The reason he’s getting bullied, however, is that the two kids bothering him want him to use his quirk to transform leaves into money; it’s a pure Emitter quirk.  Still, the kid is shorter than average and literally mousy, only marginally more humanoid than Nedzu.[2]

Chapter 159:

The other incidence of Tsuyu being addressed by frog onomatopoeia rather than name—Suneater calls her Miss Ribbit.

Chapter 160:

A moment that looks small at the time, but will look considerably different when My Villain Academia rolls around: Dabi addressing Spinner as “lizard” and Spinner angrily firing back that his name is not Lizard, it’s Spinner.     This makes Spinner the first heteromorph to protest being addressed as their associated animal.  In true microaggression fashion, I imagine a lot of heteromorphs in similar situations just run the mental arithmetic and decide they don’t feel like making a stink about it and getting into a debate or coming off as a killjoy.  This would be especially true in Japan, with its culture of meiwaku, not being a bother to others.  Spinner, being a villain, is already resolved to make lots of trouble for others, so he comes right out and complains.     Dabi, for his part, brushes Spinner’s anger off with, “You don’t need to flip out,” which I have to imagine is also pretty typical.  It was just a joke, I didn’t mean anything by it, why are you getting so angry?: all probably pretty common responses to actually trying to push back against that kind of name-calling.

   

The Remedial Course Arc (Chapters 163-168)

Chapter 164: 

Gang Orca compares the students under his charge unfavorably to plankton.  I suppose if you get to the animal comments before they get to you…?  That or he’s leaning into it.    

The children’s teacher calls Gang Orca “Mr. Whale” rather than addressing him by his hero alias or any generic titles.  It stands out a bit more than Suneater doing the same to Tsuyu, in that there’s little reason to assume the teacher shouldn’t know what Gang Orca goes by, given his exceptionally high rank (on both leaderboards we know he’s on) and the fact that she would have had to agree to this whole exercise on behalf of her class.

   

The U.A. School Festival Arc (Chapters 169-183)

Chapter 169: 

When Jirou is getting angsty over her music hobby not supporting her hero work and snaps at Kaminari about it, there’s a shot of Koda watching her with concern.  They were, of course, paired up for their final exams, but it stands out to me as being the first time Koda’s had a relationship beat with a student that isn’t as blatantly heteromorphic as he is?  Jirou still is a heteromorph, but she doesn’t have the animal features or Weird Head that the students Koda’s mostly been associated with previously do.     He joins Kaminari in encouraging her later in the chapter, which is, again, about the most concrete character beat I think he has with another student in the entire series up until the hospital material.[3]

Chapter 173:

In the panel showing the totally spectacular original fantasy screenplay from Class B, I can’t help but notice that of the eleven students shown, all eight of the baseline/near-baseline types are in standard fantasy gear, while two of the three heteromorphs—Shishida and Pony—seem to have been decked out in wings and are playing at being quadrupeds.  Mounts?  Wild animals?  Sure, the giant eagles in Lord of the Rings (which is namedropped in the play’s title) are sapient, but it does stand out that the animal-associated heteromorphs in the shot are playing animals, not humans.           o Incidentally, the third, Bondo, is a bit less clear.  Only his head is visible atop a swatch of black cloak, so he could be some kind of wacky flying monster, but given his position up by the dark castle, I would assume he’s playing the main villain.  In the play itself, however, later on in Chapter 183, he seems to have been downed prior to Tetsutetsu’s character, and is at least collapsed amidst the heroes’ number.  Perhaps he’s a minion who joined the good guys or something?    

Whatever in hell is going on in this exchange between Midnight and Midoriya:

   I’m assuming what’s happening here is that Midnight, being Midnight, is flavoring her facetiousness with a kinky metaphor.[4]  But like, wow.

Chapter 175:

Hound Dog—this being the arc in which he gets the most screentime—shows up to run the students out of the gym.  He’s still wearing the muzzle and has spittle flying comically from his mouth.  Gets a “Yikes!” response out of the kids, comedic fear.

Chapter 183:

Hound Dog finally gets a good moment.  The bit starts off much as his scenes usually do, with Midoriya standing rigid and on-edge as Hound Dog leans in too close, panting heavily and shout-scolding.  The tension bleeds out of Midoriya, however, as Hound Dog segues into the stern reminder that teachers are there to protect students, and they should and can be relied on if fights break out.  It’s a nice scene, though it transitions back to cartoon violence immediately after as Hound Dog turns on All Might.  Ectoplasm gives us a reminder that Hound Dog forgets how to talk when he gets mad.    

The billboard showing the beauty pageant entrants is exceptionally loosely drawn, but from what we can see, it contains only people who are at least close enough to baseline to have normal hair and facial features.  One girl has ears that look enough like fins that the anime went ahead and made her a reptilian heteromorph, with a face somewhere between Tsuyu’s and dragon-form Ryukyu, but that’s pure extrapolation.  Regardless, even if you count her, she’s the only full heteromorph in the six entrants.  (And it’s not like the contest is even about traditional beauty, because reigning champ Kenranzaki Bibimi is a joke.)    

First appearance of Gori, the gorilla heteromorph police officer.  Between him, Tsuragamae and Sansa, an extremely sizeable portion of the named police officers are animal-type heteromorphs, though certainly police in crowd scenes run baseline enough.  It makes a certain amount of sense: if your animal quirk doesn’t give you enough badass superpowers to become a cool hero, joining the force is probably the next best thing.  It’s a slightly odd choice to make given what will later be implied about heteromorphs and their rate of villain designation, but perhaps, as with Shouji and Shinsou, there’s a degree there of wanting to prove oneself as well-intentioned and worthwhile against persistent dehumanization and discrimination.           o Gori and Sansa are both played pretty straight—no stray animal sounds or mannerisms from them.  Honestly, looking at how completely reserved they and numerous other animal-type heteromorphs are compared to Hound Dog’s tendency to meltdowns, I begin to think one could make a pretty decent argument that people with animal-trait quirks experience the same spectrum of psychological compulsion other quirk users do: on one end are people who are so completely in control of their quirks that their quirks seem almost incidental to who they are as people (ex. Momo, Sansa), while on the other end are people who are so deeply impacted by their quirk that it gives them significant issues with self-control (ex. Toga, Hound Dog).

   

The Pro Hero Arc (Chapters 184-193)

Chapter 184:

The Hero Billboard Chart chapter, in which the criteria that determine a hero’s rank are listed are incident resolution rate, contributions to society, and public approval rating.  I’ll ask the reader to consider how these metrics might combine to keep many heteromorphic heroes squarely in the mid-ranks, while also indirectly contributing to rural heteromorphobia.     Public approval is the most obvious place where they’re going to run into difficulty.  In a society where heteromorphobia is openly espoused in certain parts of the country, and, as we will find, simmering below the surface even in less regressive areas, heteromorphs are obviously disadvantaged.  I don’t know how the public approval rating is calculated, but if there’s any way for bigots to register their disapproval, that’s going to be a significant hit to a heteromorphic hero’s popularity.  Likewise, there’s plenty of room for unconscious bias to be present, in the, “I’m not biased against heteromorphs; it’s a complete coincidence that I think all these other, non-heteromorphic heroes are more worthy of my approval!” mode.     Poor public approval in rural communities is an excellent motivator for heteromorphic would-be heroes to come to cities—you can hardly have a good approval rate if the only people who’ve ever heard of you hate your guts!     Societal contributions would seem to require at least some amount of demand that heteromorphs can’t control.  Public appearances, charitable activities, maybe all the commercials and modelling gigs if contributing to the economy counts as contributing to society—how much of that can a heteromorph do if they aren’t being requested by other parts of society?     For example, we know Gang Orca is in high demand to make appearances at aquariums, but he's also the Director of an internationally popular aquarium, and clearly does extensive charitable work in that field.  How much demand is someone who hasn’t made that much of a niche for themselves going to be in?  What about someone whose power and personality aren’t as strong as Gang Orca’s?  If they can’t make much headway in other metrics of the ranking, how can they stand out from the rest of the pack enough to get those opportunities?     This also feeds into the pressure for heroes to move to cities—a small-town hero can work themselves to the bone for their small community, but that’s just one small town in the whole country.  It hardly compares to someone who can make contributions on the national level!     Finally, incident resolution requires a power that’s good at quickly, efficiently stopping villains and saving people, and, at least in terms of raw power, I think this doesn’t immediately disadvantage heteromorphs.  Heteromorph Mirko has a brutally simple power set and she makes it work like gangbusters.  Transformation-type Crust’s power is dead basic, yet he places just fine.  There are plenty of weak emitters and wildly OP heteromorphs, so in terms of who’s best suited to stopping trouble on a dime, that feels like a relatively even playing ground.     However, this one is the real killer in terms of keeping heroes out of rural areas.  After all, having a high incident resolution rate requires working in a place with a high number of incidents happening!  That means coming to cities, where the higher population means higher amounts of villain activity. It's not like bigotry is even illegal, after all, nor does it require the illegal use of quirks.     I’ll be coming back to this topic again later, after the series gives us more context for how ugly rural heteromorphobia can get, but this chapter gives us the pieces we need to understand how absolutely ill-equipped the Hero System is to address heteromorphobia in the places where it most needs to be addressed.    

We find that the Top Ten is comprised of a whole array of baseline or near-baseline types, with the ones who’re farthest from human appearance either wearing a mask (Kamui Woods) or being cartoon appliances (Wash, who could just as easily be a normal dude wearing a costume and doing a bit).     One of the frequent bits of sophistry I see about heteromorphobia is that it can’t be that bad because Hawks and Mirko are in the Top 10, but you only have to look at those two's cover-ready, conventionally attractive faces and tertiary animal characteristics to know that they’re hardly comparable to someone like Spinner.  Kamui Woods makes the better argument, and he is, again, masked.     However, I don’t want to harp on this too much, because the fact of the matter is that Gang Orca is noted to have been in the prior Top Ten, so certainly a scary demeanor isn’t necessarily that huge a deterrent.  (Though Gang Orca does a lot of public appearances at aquariums and the like, so his societal contribution score is probably crazy good.  Very powerful quirk, too.)

Chapter 186:

This chapter has the other incidence of the “non-heteromorph puts their hands all over a heteromorph’s divergent feature without any sign of asking for permission first” thing I discussed back in Chapter 123.  And while it is technically only one incident, it’s notable that it’s rather more than one case.

Not pictured: any of these grabby little assholes asking permission.

Hawks has the line, “The son of the Number Two would’ve been a nice feather in my cap,” which I would normally count as an animal-themed quip and talk about, but there’s no bird metaphor in the Japanese line.  I’m not going to comb the entirety of his dialogue in Japanese to see how regular bird puns are—maybe Caleb was fitting one in here in place of one he couldn’t work in elsewhere, or maybe he was just localizing colorfully without much thought for how it reflected on Everything Else About All Heteromorphs.[5]  Hawks will present another opportunity later.

Chapter 187:

This reads like absolutely nothing in the moment, but it’s noticeable in hindsight that, when Fuyumi brings up the possibility of Natsuo having gotten a girlfriend in college, Natsuo blushes and frantically deflects without confirming or denying.  We will later find out that he has gotten a girlfriend—she’s mentioned in his character profile page following Chapter 189, and we will later see a picture of her on the cover page of 259.  That cover page will establish that she’s a heteromorph, which, together with the knowledge of later reveals about the Himura family being blatantly heteromorphobic, adds some less-cute context to Natsuo backflipping out of talking about her in Himura Rei’s room at the psychiatric hospital.

   

The Joint Training Arc (Chapters 194-217)

Chapter 195: 

First real insight on Shishida Jurota, whose quirk is technically a transformation type, but whose appearance is plenty bestial even in his resting state.  Another interesting case of someone whose animalistic powers do have an effect on his personality, though it only comes out in his transformation; he’s otherwise pretty collected.

Chapter 197: 

Shishida protests Shiozaki calling him “Apocalypse beast,” but I’d say it’s just as possible that he’s objecting to her using the wrong mythological critter, seeing as his hero alias is a reference to a mythologized historical man-eating beast, so he’s clearly not above claiming monster cred himself.    

Rin echoes the nickname literally a single panel after Shishida complains about it.  It’s not a great look, honestly.

Chapter 199: 

Hawks has that “’Cuz we’re birds of a feather!”[6] line to Tokoyami, who asks him, in what looks to be an extremely unamused fashion, “Is that meant to be funny…?”  So, Hawks feels comfortable making bird jokes about himself, but Hawks literally does modeling work and is on magazine covers; he has extremely cool bird wings that he doesn’t even have to fly with normally, because he can control them with his mind, meaning they can carry a lot of weight—including his own—that physics would not normally allow.  Tokoyami, meanwhile, is of a body type (specifically, a head type) that we will later find had a hate group specifically dedicated to it.  It’s easy to imagine Hawks having a more flippant view!  (This might even be exacerbated by him being raised first in an abusive home and second by government agents.  One doubts he’s exactly learning wonderful lessons about body positivity and self-love.)    

Tokoyami has one line that’s a bird reference, while the other is another bird pun inserted by the localization.  Relevant to my point is that the bird-themed one is the “dumb carrier pigeon” bit—in the Japanese, it’s “not a dumb messenger bird.”  It’s coming out of frustration and annoyance that Hawks seemingly recruited him for no reason but to grill him about the stuff going on at his school.  He’s being derisive towards the thing he thinks Hawks is using him as.           o The other bird allusion is, “He took me under his wing again.”  In the Japanese, it’s just, “He accepted me again.”    

That said, while Tokoyami may not think the bird jokes are cute, Hawks does make the biggest impression on him by taking him flying and encouraging him to find a way to fly freely for himself.

Chapter 200: 

The proper introduction of Fukidashi Manga, a character who makes a complete mockery of quirk classifications.  His head alone marks him as heteromorphic as all get-out, and indeed the wiki classes his quirk as heteromorphic.  But given that he can both make sound effects appear on his face and then transmute them to real manifestations (a transformation effect) as well as use the regular old voice he somehow has to manifest his sound effects by yelling them (an emitter effect), his categorization seems deeply arbitrary.

Chapter 203: 

Proper introduction of Tsunotori Pony.  Not the most obvious heteromorph to ever walk the planet, but the tail and the satyr-esque structure of her legs and feet are a giveaway that her horns wouldn’t be on their own.  Like Hound Dog, she's making some very weird choices about her hero costume: stirrup accessories on her boots and a hairpiece clearly designed to resemble a bridle.  Pony’s a bit of a mishmash, really.  Her tail and horns say goat heteromorph, but her name and costume say horse-type.

Chapter 204:

In a flashback, Iida’s older brother Tensei mentions that their grandfather, the founder of their hero family, passed down the tidbit about how the Iidas can rip out their pipes to regenerate stronger ones.  I really have to wonder how in God’s name anyone would ever just happen to figure that out, and some of the possible answers are wildly grim. The most probable answer is simply that he found out after taking a bad injury in his hero career—having one engine torn out or damaged so badly it had to be removed—only to unexpectedly recover later on.  But if it wasn’t that, and assuming he didn’t just intuit that his pipes would grow back stronger if violently dismembered, that really only leaves removing them because he wanted to get rid of them permanently, only to find that they’d just grow back, or having them removed against his will.     The former, removing them himself, seems unlikely—even if he’s, say, a decade or two older than All Might, that’s still well after the period in which metahumans would have been such a persecuted minority that I can see one self-mutilating to hide it—though he might have been told the story by an ancestor of his own.  The latter, them being removed against his will, would also have been more believable some generations prior, but given the existence of the CRC, remains ominously plausible even in the modern day.

Chapter 205: 

An extremely rare case of an animal-type heteromorph using dehumanizing language towards another animal-type heteromorph: Pony tells Shouji that she wants to wrap a clash with him up quickly because she can’t stand octopus.  It has a similar tenor of Dabi calling Spinner a lizard, and Hawks calling himself and Tokoyami birds, 1:1 equating heteromorphs with their associated animal.  I believe Hawks is the only other animal-associated heteromorph[7] who does this, at least up until the hospital attack.    

Shouji responds, “I’m no stranger to being feared,” another explicit canonical nod towards his still-unknown backstory.

Chapter 207:

A good look at Class B’s Kamakiri Togaru, unusually open about his bloodthirst for a heteromorph, much less a heroic one.    

Bakugou calls Jirou “Lobes,” another in his pattern of referring to heteromorphs by their defining feature.    

Tokage Setsuna is a somewhat interesting case of having a bunch of animal signifiers—her name, the name of her quirk, her hero alias, her costume—but not actually resembling an animal to any degree at all, barring her pointy teeth.  Also, remember when I raised the point that animal heterormorphs can seem to get stuck with very plain quirk names that don’t distinguish them at all from other heteromorphs associated with the same animal, regardless of how many sub-abilities come as part of the total package?  And compared that to people with other quirk types, who get wildly varied quirk names despite having relatively similar abilities?  Here we see that with Tokage—she’s a transformation-type, and her quirk name is Lizard Tail Splitter.    

Bondo Kojirou, Class B’s other really bonkers heteromorph.  Seriously, what is life even like for this guy?  How do your senses function when you have a glue lid for a head?

Chapter 208: 

Bakugou calls Kamakiri a bug, saying, “I guess bugs do have quick reflexes!”  He follows up with a muttered, “Quick at scampering away, too,” that is likely aimed at Kamakiri’s bug-ness as well.    

Conversely, Tokage (in flashback) merely refers to Bondo as “big-boned,” which is true: Bondo has one of the largest frames of any of the first years.

Chapter 213:

Introduces the SIX QUIRKS!!1 element of the story.  This has nothing to do with heteromorphobia per se, but I do think it’s somewhat interesting/telling that neither AFO nor OFA seem to much like heteromorphic quirks.  Despite All Might implying rather strongly in Chapter 257 that OFA is a completely random assortment of weak-ish quirks,[8] accumulated from those who just happened to be there to help one another, every single quirk within it is an emitter-type.  Likewise, all of AFO’s quirks are either emitter or transformation-types, with the only known exception being Ujiko’s Life Force—a heteromorphic quirk by sheer technicality, and one that does nothing whatsoever to shift the bearer’s needle away from baseline.     Now, I can’t rightly accuse OFA of being heteromorphobic—again, it’s allegedly pure luck of the draw—but it is still worth comparing OFA’s train of 100% baseline prior bearers with the demographics of heroes, villains, and society in general.  To wit, if heteromorphs—especially strongly divergent ones—trend more towards villainy compared to the population at large, perhaps there’s a reason there haven’t been any heteromorphs willing to reach out a hand to someone in need?     There are other things I’ve posited about where heteromorphs tend towards gravitating in Hero Society that could be reflected in OFA’s composition, but it’s hard to theorize in greater depth without knowing more about the context of the OFA “passes.”           o Did the bearers know their successors in advance, as seems to have been the case with almost all of them?  Then it’s probably down to social groups, and we will see that heteromorphs often band together in times of social upheaval, which was the case for most of One For All’s span of existence.  Perhaps the prior bearers simply weren’t close with any heteromorphs because heteromorphs were distrustful of baseline-types back then.           (The bearers having pre-existing relationships would seem to conflict with All Might’s noble sentiments in 257 about the bearers not being chosen ones, but rather just people writhing in hell whose only capabilities were to receive OFA and to entrust it to another.  This writer will humbly ask you to take that up with the man who decided to portray every single bearer barring Shinomori and Nana as having some indication of a relationship with their predecessor prior to the latter’s death.)              o How visibly disruptive were the prior battles with AFO compared to the ones he has with Nana and All Might?[9]  If they were very dangerous, that could explain there not being a lot of mid-rank, so-so power-wise heteromorphic heroes at the grounds zero of those battles.  On the other hand, if they were very hidden, we’re back to the only people knowing and being present for a given bearer’s final battle being their own allies and possibly a random selection of cliquishness-prone bystanders.     Of course, the most likely explanation is pure Doylist: Horikoshi didn’t want anything that would radically alter the design of his main character.  Still, how hard would it have been to give even one of the bearers some kind of minor heteromorphic body trait like Koda’s weird head that wouldn’t have been a function of their quirk, and thus wouldn’t necessarily reflect itself on Deku’s body?     (I can and will accuse AFO of being heteromorphobic as all get-out, however.)

Chapter 217:

A largely facetious note, this, but All Might has a small comment during his, Deku and Bakugou’s conversation wherein he tells Bakugou not to call Deku a dweeb.  It’s the first and only time I can remember any teacher pushing back on Bakugou’s habit of assigning classmates derisive nicknames.  I believe there are instances of both All Might and Aizawa telling Bakugou to calm down or ratchet back on his temper, but nothing more specific than that.  As with Mineta’s sexual harassment, Bakugou’s heteromorphobic microaggressions go completely unrebuked, with All Might only protesting the nicknames when Bakugou insults All Might’s successor.   

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Have you been enjoying these lengthy rambles? Do you want even more? Then come back next time for a special installment devoted to one arc and one arc only, the arc of my heart, my one true arc love: My Villain Academia.

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[1] C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER.

[2] For Kirishima’s efforts here, he’s told by his friends that he should stop butting his nose in where it doesn’t belong.  Which is a hell of a thing to say to a guy trying to intervene with school bullying, but apparently that’s “old-fashioned.”  This probably speaks less to heteromorph discrimination than it does to the civilian attitude towards helping others when one is not a hero, a point that would be more relevant to e.g. the essay defending Shigaraki’s philosophical points, rather than this one.

[3] Which is a Problem, given how much emotional load the series is going to try and saddle him with regarding Shouji, a character with whom he has zero established dynamic.  But we'll get there, though this will probably still be off-topic even then.

[4] Not that, “Let Hound Dog off the chain,” would be any better in this circumstance.

[5] Insert, “RIP to him, but I’m different,” meme of choice.

[6] In the Japanese, tori nakama, lit. bird buddies/comrades.

[7] I keep specifying “animal-type” because of the incident early on with Sero and Mineta referring to Shouji as an octopus.  All three heteromorphs, but only one with that extra distancing factor of having an animalistic quirk rather than a simply fantastical one.

[8] Because AFO “went around crushing the strong,” also per 257.

[9] I’m perennially vexed by the question of how serious AFO was being in those fights.  The image of OFA being passed from bloodstained hand to hand is striking and all, but why would AFO be so freely trying to murder these people if he wanted OFA for himself?  I have theories about this, but they’re getting pretty off-topic for this series of posts!

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[maple-the-awesome]

Soulmate Requirement ||

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1,630

Overview: After meeting two variants of your superhero boyfriend, you unfortunately realize there's one outliner in his life compared to theirs: you.

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Peter's hand is warm against your leg where it rests gently as if you'll fade away if he isn't somehow touching you throughout each second. He hasn't spoken much which isn't at all surprising considering he's usually quiet when absorbed in work, but you do notice a upwards twitch to his lips when your hand places over his to hold.

You want to ask if you can help with anything, although it would be a useless question. Honestly you feel a bit useless in general given the situation, failing to have the same skill your boyfriend does when it comes to sciency stuff. The best you can offer is grabbing equipment off the counter or kissing his cheek in silent encouragement that promises all will be okay. How could it not be? There's three Spiderman's in the room and if his variants are anything like himself (which you've learned they definitely are) that's enough smarts to find a solution to any problem.

It's been a long day for both of you even if Peter insists you've had it rougher. Maybe that's true since you were the one surrounded by strangers all day, most of which hold vengeance against your boyfriend or at least some version of Spiderman. Your only comfort throughout the day was that this universe's Peter had promised to help you all get home and he seemed trustworthy enough, after all, you're pretty sure he killed a wizard or something for you guys (although that part is really unclear and you're kinda scared to ask).

It wasn't until about an hour ago that you reconnected with your Peter Parker. Seeing that you have no powers of your own, it was considered best that you remain with Ned and MJ at the former's lola's house instead of an apartment filled with villains. Then when things presumably went south for their Peter, they attempted to find him through magic which brought your Peter back into the picture.

He didn't even need to remove his mask upon stepping through the glowing portal; his voice was enough to have you running towards him before leaping into his arms with legs wrapped around his waist as you cried your relief. He felt terrible to learn that you had been dragged to this universe as well, kissing your forehead and promising to get you both home no matter what it takes which brings us back to the current moment.

Every enemy needs to be fixed; each Peter has been adamant about that. Peter 1 works across the lab with MJ and Ned while Peter 2 works at a station mere feet away from your Peter and yourself. Everyone has been making relatively good progress from what you can tell (not that you really understand shit about how to heal supervillains).

At times, Peter 2 and your Peter will fill the silence with short conversations, allowing you all to learn more about how each variant compares to the other. From the outside, the basic information seems to be very similar between the three. Each were bitten by radioactive spiders turning them into Spiderman, they all have a dead aunt or uncle who inspired them on the path they're on now, and they maintain the image of a friendly neighborhood Spiderman compared to any vengeful or violent hero.

While the Peters have much in common, you have noticed differences in their appearances, personalities, and well, their girlfriends, the latter being a topic your mind just can't seem to let go of for some reason.

Originally you didn't think anything of it when Peter 1 introduced his girlfriend, MJ. You just saw her as a brave, funny girl who quickly earned your respect. It wasn't until Peter 2 also mentioned being in a relationship with a girl named MJ that you raised an eyebrow in thought. Two Peter Parkers across two different universes, each being in happy relationships with a girl who goes by MJ. Now your name definitely isn’t MJ nor has anyone called you that, especially Peter who'd much rather call you nicknames like 'bug' or 'sweetheart' than any initials.

While you aren't MJ, you do know a girl from your own universe with the name. She's an admittedly cute red headed girl who's in the same major track as Peter. You've met her a couple of times after he had introduced the two of you and it's no secret that the two study together sometimes. Not once have you questioned it or cared, trusting Peter enough to know he'd never cheat on you, but with what you've learned in this universe, you're beginning to wonder...

"...Bug?" Blinking out of your thoughts, you hum at Peter's soft whisper which never fails to send chills down your spine," can you pass that, please?"

Nodding, you do just that, handing him the tool before propping your elbow on the table, careful not to knock anything over or touch anything you shouldn't.

"What's on your mind?" He can read you like an open book, his eyebrow raised innocently as he adjusts something while catching a glance at you in the corner of his eye.

"Nothing, 'just tired."

Peter presses his lips, having heard that excuse far too often to ever believe it. It's the same thing you say every time something's upsetting you yet you don't want to be a bother by discussing it. Of course, you could never be a bother to him even if you tried.

Finishing whatever he had been fixing, Peter turns on the stool, taking both of your gloved hands in his while squeezing gently,"...what's wrong?"

Staring down, you'd rather memorize the shade of blue the gloves are in than look into his eyes, fearing you might cry if you do. It truly has been a long, tiring day so your emotions are far too drained to be considered completely stable, but crying in front of four strangers is not something that'll make things better right now.

"You know MJ, right- the one from our universe?" He hums which signals for you to continue asking a question that sounds so stupid now that you're saying it aloud," do you...love her at all?"

"Do I love her?" Peter's lip twitches again as he snorts, trying to look into your eyes, although he fails when you turn your head the other way stubbornly," sweetheart, I only love you."

"I-I know that, and you say that now, but like..."

"Like...?"

"What if one day you meet her at the library again, but you end up seeing her in a different light, you know? O-Or maybe she laughs a certain way that makes your heart jump and you realize you love her laugh? Or-?"

"-Or she asks me on a date?"

"Yeah..."

Peter lifts his hand, but reminding himself that he's been handling chemicals, he refrains from touching your cheek despite how much he longs to," well, first of all, I don't think MJ would ever do that because she knows I'm a taken man and she respects you…But hypothetically, if MJ were to ask me on a date, I'd probably...

"...Look at her like she's crazy," he kisses your forehead and you close your eyes.

"Let her down easy because she takes better notes than me in class and that’s a big reason for why I study with her," he kisses your nose next.

"I'd pick up some take out from that Chinese restaurant you really like on the way home," an extra long kiss to your cheek.

"Then I’d spend the night cuddling and watching movies with you," yet another longing kiss to your other cheek.

"And I'd kiss you like this-" his lips make it to yours finally, fitting like a perfect puzzle piece and remaining there for a good few seconds that feel like hours,"-all night long...because you're the only girl for me; the only girl I’ve ever loved- unless you count Aunt May, of course.”

You sigh with content while resting your forehead against his and giving his hands a squeeze,"...but don't you realize, every other Peter is with an MJ."

"So what?"

"So...what if MJ is supposed to be Peter Parker's soulmate? What if you're not meant to be with me?" You open your eyes, finally meeting his honey ones to notice he's been staring at you the entire time.

“Is that why you’re worried over this?” You nod, feeling pathetic. You know deep down Peter loves you, you know he’d leave you for MJ or anyone else, but after learning the multiverse is real and seeing the similar lifestyles of each Peter Parker, you’re beginning to question how much of his life is set in stone.

“Bug, I don’t care if I’m the only Peter Parker in the entire multiverse who loves you. It’s not going to change how I feel. As far as I’m concerned, you’re my soulmate; mine, not just any version of Peter Parker’s,” he pecks your lips before snuggling his face against your neck, whispering lowly for only you to hear,” besides, you act like I got it wrong, but how do we know they don’t? What if you’re meant to be every Peter Parker’s soulmate and they just haven’t seen you in the light of a library window yet? Or heard your beautiful laugh that makes their hearts drunk with love?”

"...Maybe they don't even have versions of me in their universes."

"Exactly. Which makes me the luckiest Peter of all," he chuckles, taking his time to lean back as he'd much rather spend the rest of the night cuddling with you than deal with all this multiverse stuff. Then again, the second you both get back to your rightful home, that's probably exactly how you'll be spending the next week at least," I love you, bug. Only ever you."

"And I love you, too, Pete. Only ever you."

“This is adorable, but it’s getting a little awkward to watch.”

“Yeah, right, sorry, Peter 2.”

“We’re sorry.”

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[jounosparticles]

hellooo uh do you think fukuchi sees himself in the hunting dog members, good or bad? (traits I mean)

oooh this is a really good question!!

this really depends on how fukuchi sees himself. i assume he sees himself as some sort of hero who was forced into a villain role? personally, id regard him as intelligent, brave, strong, strategic, etc.

i also see fukuchi as caring. he really did not seem like he wanted to do the harm but did as was necessary.

as for bad traits, i see fukuchi as conflicted, violent (even if he doesn’t want to be), deceitful, and secretive

i’ll go through each hunting dog one by one.

tachihara

tachihara is very interesting to look at here. his moral greyness and internal conflict between the mafia and the hunting dogs makes looking at his relationship with fukuchi a bit deeper since they both are good people who sometimes side with the bad side.

- tachihara is very loyal. he cares about the hunting dogs AND the mafia. this leads him to some sort of moral greyness since he just seems loyal to people instead of moral organizations. you could argue fukuchi is similar, as he stayed loyal to his plan and was very reluctant to fight his own. this is debatable though, since fukuchi did have to betray the hunting dogs regardless.

- tachihara is strong. fukuchi recognized him as a strong soldier before they fought. he possibly seen himself in tachi there since they both had to face hard challenges for the sake of good.

- tachihara is secretive. he’s great at covering a case and fit in very well during his mafia infiltration. fukuchi could likely see himself in tachihara since really fukuchi has been keeping the secret of the war for 36 years. he’s also good at keeping a facade up.

- tachihara is determined. he is willing to fight and die for what he believes in and for the people he cares about. fukuchi could be similar in this aspect as he is fighting for what he believes is best and sacrificed himself for this.

- tachihara is willing. he does what’s best often with a smile on his face. this reminds me of how young fukuchi used to act, maybe fukuchi sees his younger self in tachi?

- tachihara is willing to work with the ‘bad’ side to do what is right. fukuchi could likely understand this, since he is doing the exact same with the DoA

overall, i feel there are some traits that align between the two. i can see fukuchi seeing his younger self within tachihara, as someone who is bright and determined. he also likely would resonate with tachihara being willing to work with the bad side to achieve good. like how he works with the mafia to protect the agency.

teruko

i’m honestly having a hard time finding too many parallels and similarities between the two. they get along well and clearly care about each other but i believe they are fundamentally very different people.

- teruko is expressive. she’s loud with her emotions and how she feels about things. fukuchi on the surface is similar, acting boisterous and friendly to most people instead of straightforward. however, i don’t see him relating to her in this aspect since their execution of said expressiveness is vastly different.

- teruko is conflicted. she couldn’t decide what was right or wrong when she found out fukuchi’s true plan. i would say she sees herself and her internal turmoil within him here but i don’t see it really vice versa.

overall, i don’t think fukuchi sees himself in teruko very much. they’re fundamentally very different people who seem to have different approaches to their work and interactions. although they get along, i don’t see many similarities between them.

tecchou

these two are very similar in combat-abilities but their personalities are very different. their approaches to achieving their own ideals go against each other a bit.

- tecchou is strong. he is supposed to be the strongest swordsman within the hunting dogs. fukuchi is also an incredibly strong swordsman and likely sees himself within tecchou when it comes to combat purposes.

- tecchou is determined. often, when his mind is set on something he will insist on it. shall i bring up the jouno being missing scene again? fukuchi is also determined, he spent years coming up with a plan and executed it well.

- tecchou is just. he believes in doing what is best for everyone and protecting those who need to be protected. fukuchi’s whole plan was revolving around saving millions of people, and while planning for it he still worked to keep justice at bay. i don’t know if i’d say fukuchi sees himself in tecchou here since tecchou is a very do-good person without harming the innocent however i figured id mention it anyways.

- tecchou is caring. he seems to want what is best for others, fukuchi does the same.

overall, these two clash a lot in personality. they are similar in profession however the way they act contrasts and would probably make it a bit harder for fukuchi to see himself in tecchou. fukuchi could relate to the determined, skilled swordsman that tecchou is but they diverge in other aspects. someone who is morally black-and-white like tecchou is very different and unrelatable to someone who is morally grey such as fukuchi.

jouno

i feel this depends on how you see his interaction with fukuchi before they fight. if you adapt it as fukuchi seeing jouno as evil, fukuchi was incorrectly perceiving jouno as a person and therefore could never truly see himself within him. in contrast, if you adapt it as fukuchi trusting jouno would do good behind his back while pretending to support his actions, i could see some traits that could relate them. (sorry if that last sentence didn’t make sense i’m gonna make an analysis on it soon actually!) regardless i will go over some traits.

- jouno is intelligent. he is very good at reading people and their actions. fukuchi is also good at this, however he uses his sword to send signals to indicate of it.

- jouno is secretive. he’s good at hiding things and being dishonest in order to protect something. fukuchi does similar.

- jouno is violent. he’s willing to harm others and often seems eager to if they’re a criminal. fukuchi might have seen himself in jouno here, as he is also someone willing to be brutal for the sake of good.

- jouno is deceitful. he lies and bluffs a lot to hide the fact that he cares. he openly said right before fighting fukuchi that he would consider switching sides if they were to lose; yet when given the chance he denied and attacked immediately. fukuchi is also deceitful, he lied to the hunting dogs about his plan and likely was not honest with the decay of angels over his plan. him and fyodor have completely different goals yet they worked together.

overall, it really does depend here and i am conflicted as to whether fukuchi sees himself in jouno or not. on one hand, he may have seen jouno as someone who was willing to use force for good and was a good fighter, which fukuchi would likely resonate with. but on the other hand he may have just seen jouno as a sadist who didn’t care about what side he was truly on as long as he had power and likely wouldn’t relate to that.

the hunting dogs as a whole

- the hunting dogs are generally selfless and willing to do anything to serve others. fukuchi also acts like this, he was willing to sacrifice his life in order to protect and unite humanity.

- the hunting dogs are powerful. fukuchi, being the leader likely sees himself in his subordinates as he helped the others. they likely reminded him of his own training in the past.

- the hunting dogs are goal-oriented. they dont stop a mission until it’s completed and never fail. fukuchi was also like this, he worked towards the bigger picture for his plan and was set on it for many years.

in the end, i feel all the hunting dogs have very diverse personalities that make any truly being fully visible within fukuchi impossible. they all share some traits and have a somewhat similar moral code. fukuchi likely sees himself a little in everyone as a result of working with and commanding them, as most people relate and act a bit like those around them; but there is not too much that makes fukuchi see his entire ideal set within a specific person.

thank you for the question!! this was fun to look at :)

#sorry if some of this is worded badly i’m super sleepy #this actually makes me want to look into the other hunting dogs and how they relate to each other omg #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd jouno #bsd tetchou #bsd tecchou #bsd teruko #bsd fukuchi #bsd analysis #bsd the hunting dogs #the hunting dogs #saigiku jouno #tecchou suehiro #teruko okura #fukuchi ouchi #asks #bsd spoilers

[nardos-primetime]

You know the casey jr. post makes me wonder again about what was happening with these four in the doomed timeline, if they even made it very far (most of my OCs did not big Fs in chat for them), but maybe that's something you plan to cover at some point.

TW// Suicidal Ideation (kind of), Abuse Between Turtles, Turtle Death

MOST UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE IT'S A LONG POST AND I KINDA WENT OFF. I LOWKEY COOKED ON ACCIDENT I THINK.

I was thinking about that as I was drawing too, because together they'd definitely hold more of a chance like the originals. The main thing I wanted for them was villain turtles that still genuinely loved each other after all. But then I realized. I already had an answer to this question. Because they would have to have died at least before Casey's birth and have it be long enough that the og turtles probably wouldn't have brought them up, either out of trauma (because they end up doing some wack shit and causing some wack shit) or because it was so long ago and not relevant. Since my plan is that Casey would not know about the clones at all.

See, I haven't revealed it yet, but the clones do something really conflicting a while before the events of the movie would take place in this universe. In the main timeline this ironically is be the start of their potential to change into more of a Grey area morally, as the main focus of their overall story is that they can't really change until they want to themselves. And even then, they never really become good guys.

But there's already concepts I've had where the result of this action actually splits them apart instead. Donno would be even more engaged in his more violent work, almost happier with it than ever before as they get more and more impractical and violent, or at least he tries to convince himself that he's happier, maybe a part of him is. Rage would become useless as a direct hitman or guard anymore, more likely to just have to oversee those beneath him since he's so oddly incapable of proper violence after things. Lee would become a workaholic to the max, along with his drinking getting a lot worse (somehow possible), he'd get shorter with his brothers, dropping any pretense of care when they need to get something done, "Hey, it's alright, we can do this, we'll get it done together." Becomes "Just fucking DO it! We have shit to do, and I can't be seen with yokai who refuse to prove their own God damn worth!"

Rage would be overall more resigned while somehow the increase in work ethic between Donno and Lee makes their old rivalry come back, just a lot worse now. Donno openly threatens Lee, and when for whatever reason that doesn't work he'll threaten the others. Rage has had a blade put to his throat mid conversation once because Lee wanted Donno to at the very least update the other workers on how to deal with machines when they break. Donno wanted more workers for experimentation in return. Rage was the only bargaining chip that worked, and even then, it took Lee a while to agree to terms.

Mic would take this all the hardest. He'd be desperate to keep everyone together. Time and time again, he's lost family, and they're the only family he's kept through all of it. He'd try and act like everything's fine. His habit of upping his energy and joy for others hits full swing, he pulls the others into hugs, makes little events, nothing works. Until he starts lashing out finally, and Rage is the only one that takes it seriously.

Lee just looks at him how Draxum used to.

Donno laughs in his face and mocks him.

Family, even if it never was the healthiest, is the only constant the clones have. Normally, it would be the only thing keeping some level of humanity and logic between them. So that breaking would be bad. I think this would be where they would stand in the doomed timeline. As soon as the apocalypse does start for them, they'd probably all die separately after officially leaving each other.

I think Mic would've attacked Lee after he realized Lee wasn't planning on doing much to survive. Not deadly, but lashing out until Rage can stop him and afterwards just leaving. Donno also leaves, mentally unwell as ever, insisting that "There's so many new variables and I'm sure Draxum would want me to look into all of it, even if it kills me!" Just to dig a knife into Lee's chest before he goes.

Rage would stay with Lee, and for once, Lee would be the silent one. Rage may be talking but it's quiet, he asks him how he's doing as he carries him around to safety, he gets them food, water, and finally gets violent again when he has to defend the two of them from the krang.

He even asks if they can go to get help when he sees the original turtles in the distance and Lee's wound from Mic is starting to get infected. He even locks eyes with Mikey.

It's the first time Lee speaks in ages, and it's "No." With a swing of his katana to portal them further away than ever before.

After that Lee starts wandering on purpose. He tries to get away while Rage sleeps. Rage starts to not sleep to stop Lee.

But sometimes you pass out after days of pushing yourself.

And sometimes you have to realize your brothers are dead. The world is dead. And at the end of the day, not a single thing you did actually mattered. All you did was cause pain to those you loved.

And you'll wake up. And he won't be there.

And you'll cry like a baby for the first time in years. Calling out for your dad. Your mom. Your brothers. Your voice is so hoarse and you ramble out all the words you never could, "I love you" "I wanna go home" "Please don't do this" "Please no" "I just wanted a family" "Where's my family" "Please don't leave me again" "I can protect you, I just wanted to protect you" "Let me care for you for once"

They each die alone.

Some fighting for nothing.

Some laughing in the face of reality.

Some silently wishing he knew what the whole point was.

Some sobbing for the chances he never had.

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