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save-the-villainous-cat · 18 days

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arrogant villain x flirty hero 🥺

“If you listen—” the villain pushed them against the door “—closely, really closely, you might understand that I don’t have time for you today.”

The villain was close enough to press a kiss to the hero’s lips. The hero loved that.

“Hmm, what a shame. Usually you’re so adamant about seeing me.” They couldn’t help but smirk when the villain scrunched their nose.

“Funny.” With another condescending look they reached for the doorknob. “You’re so funny.”

The hero slapped the villain’s arm with enough force to push the villain off balance.

“You, my love, aren’t going anywhere,” they said and to their surprise, the villain didn’t only look offended but also surprised.

“You wanna fight? Is that it?” they asked.

Today the villain seemed more riled up than usual. The hero could only suspect it had something to do with a deal or an upcoming meeting. For the past few months, the villain had been more active, had been pulling strings in the background constantly.

Admittedly, the hero didn’t know why. And that bothered them.

“Well, if you insist…” They wiggled with their eyebrows. Usually, wooing the villain was their favourite activity but with the villain this agitated, they didn’t really know if they were pushing too far.

The villain sighed and reached for the doorknob again.

“Hey, hey…are you really going to leave your nemesis in your hotel room like that?” the hero asked.

“I was planning on locking you in here so I don’t have to see your stupid face.”

The hero giggled.

“Last time you told me I have a pretty face.”

“Changed my mind.”

“My god, fine. Just go to your villains and leave me here all alone…” the hero said, pulling the villain closer, as if their tone wasn’t dramatic enough already. The hero got a hold of the villain’s jawline, chests pressed against each other. “…let me die here of boredom…without my villain…”

Another sigh.

The villain frowned and finally, finally, the hero could spot a blush on their cheeks.

“How did you even get in here?” The villain didn’t pull away. Quite the contrary, they leaned against them.

“I heard there were a few villains meeting in this hotel’s restaurant today. Simply had to see if my lover was going to be here.”

“We’re not lovers,” the villain whispered. But in the same breath: “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

“Are you asking me or yourself?” the hero asked. “You don’t have to go down there, you know? We can stay here. Get to know each other more.”

“I think I know you too well to use that as an excuse. I have to go down there.” They looked at the ground before they looked at the hero again.

“You’re scared,” the hero said. Their hand found the villain’s shoulder and their thumb ran along their collarbone gently.

“I am,” the villain whispered. “But this is really important.”

“It’s about power, isn’t it?”

“…yeah.”

“Don’t you have enough already? Do you really need to risk your life for more?” the hero asked. They wanted the villain to stay like this forever. To lean against them, to look at them this way.

“Yeah. Sorry, love.” Before the hero could respond, the villain kissed them hard and the hero was so surprised, they could barely open their mouth. However, the villain didn’t give them enough time to enjoy it. They pulled away almost immediately. For the last time, they reached for the doorknob. “See ya.”

They disappeared, leaving the frozen hero in the hotel room by themselves.

Later, the hero found out the meeting wasn’t about discussing power dynamics and making evil deals. It was about the hero.

#living just to find emotion #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #arrogant villain #flirty hero

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rulersre4chf4n · 8 months

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My personal biggest pet peeve regarding analyses of Belos (obviously aside from “he’s just evil and analyzing him at all means you support his actions” and “he deserves redemption actually”) is that so many people take his hatred of witches completely at face value--as simply being the result of his indoctrination into witch-hunting as a child in Gravesfield, that these are just the beliefs he was raised with and that he never grew to see past his prejudice like Caleb did. But that is such an oversimplification of his character, and it also ignores what is in my opinion the main driving force behind all of his actions: Caleb himself.

Belos doesn’t think all witches are evil because he was raised to be a witch-hunter. He HAS to keep himself convinced that they are, because if the witches are not evil, then he has two realities to face:

Caleb left him of his own free will, not because he was under a spell or led astray by the devil.

Belos murdered his own brother, the only person he ever loved, for nothing.

And these CANNOT be true.

Belos’s need to be the hero who saves humanity from witches is not the reason he killed his brother, it’s the result of it.

#guess who's witteposting again #toh #the owl house #emperor belos #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane #wittebro #wittebane brothers #toh analysis #belos #caleb #analysis #also my criticism here is based on general themes i see in the fandom at large. i'm not vagueing anyone specific with this post btw #also do NOT use this post as an excuse to demonize caleb or blame him for what belos does. we will be having none of that on my blog #anyways it makes me so sad when people take belos's need to be the hero as him merely being arrogant #and not as the only way he can live with himself after killing caleb #belos analysis #rulersr4mbles

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kelin-is-writing · 3 months

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In Japan it's already the 18th January, so lemme just wish

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE STAR OF BNHA AND GOAT HIMSELF 🐐💙

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #dabi #touya todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #hbd dabi 2024 💙#LOOK AT HIM BEING THE ABSOLUTE BEST MAN IN EXISTENCE!!!!!#literally who's doing it like him??? THAT'S RIGHT. NO. FUCKING. ONE.#y'all i don't wanna sound arrogant but i might just do exactly that since i don't really give an effing damn #but dabi is absolutely THEE anime character #i'm sorry. but he just is. AND THAT'S ON BEING THE FUCKING IT BOY!!!! ☝🏼

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wierdshenanigans · 5 months

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something something the way main olympians like Hera and Artemis who will never have demigod kids have their own cabins because they'd be offended if they didn't but the many children of minor gods got stuffed in the hermes cabin something something

#pjo series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo thoughts #pjo hoo toa #pjo #rick riordan #heroes of olympus #toa #hoo #trials of apollo #hera #artemis #greek gods #Main olympians are so fucking arrogant dude #demigods #percy pjo #percy jackson series #minor gods

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mediumgayitalian · 3 months

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“You need to leave.”

The glare the physician levels at him is slower than usual. He takes a moment to process the stiff words Nico directs at him, blinking several times — his normally clear blue eyes look almost cloudy — before huffing and rolling his eyes.

“This is not your House, Your Highness. And further it is not your infirmary. The only one with authority to order someone out would be me.”

Now Nico is the one glaring. That is a lie, and a bold one. He could name at least a dozen people who could order Will out of the infirmary, and he says as much, thankful he wore his heeled boots today so he has an extra inch of height on Will today with which he can stare down his nose disdainfully.

“Feel free to call them, then, Your Highness,” says Will irritably, “but in the meantime, get out.”

The doctor is swaying on his feet. There are bags under his bloodshot eyes, and his hands shake. His normally full, glossy hair is limp and lifeless. He’s as grey as the stone floors. It takes him four full seconds — Nico counts — to react to the retching of one of the dozens of bedridden, green-faced patients, and another four seconds to will himself to move towards them. He doesn’t even bother looking back at Nico before he turns, let alone bowing or even ordering him out one last time. On his fourth step, he stumbles, barely managing to catch himself before sprawling on the ground. His feet drag with every step.

Nico turns around and walks out.

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“My Lord — a word?”

Immediately after asking, Nico begins to spiral. He is not sure, still, what his place is in House Apollo. He has asked for asylum — Lord Apollo has granted it. Graciously, even, perhaps also fielding tensions from his father. He has provided for Nico suites for high ranks, preserving his title despite his asylum, and seems, on the whole, to be a rather laidback man.

But Nico has read his history books, and has studied politics his whole life. He knows the danger that can rest behind the King’s eyes, know to what extent he is capable. Knows how his pride drives him and offense makes him deadly.

To Nico’s great relief and in credit to the gods, the King only smiles brightly.

“My Prince!” he greets, clapping Nico’s shoulder enthusiastically (so much so that Nico would be sent sprawling, if he had not begun to accustom himself to the…enthusiasm, of House Apollo as a whole). “Please, come sit with me, no need for excessive formality.”

Nico inclines his head, taking the chair to Apollo’s left — he would never dare the right, aware enough to be wary of the implications. As soon as he sits, though, the carefully-practiced script he planned vanishes from his mind, and the minutes stretch, silent and uncomfortable.

“Your physician overworks himself.”

He blurts it just as Apollo opens his mouth, and then immediately wants to crawl under the table. He is thankful, not for the first time, for the length of his hair, knowing it hides his flaming ears.

What a foolish thing to say! Apollo must think he has no decorum.

Luckily, Apollo only laughs; a great, loud sound, one Nico can only describe as merry.

“Who, William? You needn’t worry yourself, dear boy. He’s been married to his work since he was a child, long before he was old enough to stitch a suture. I’ve not seen him outside of the East wing in months, and still it will be a few more before I catch even a glimpse. He is more reclusive than he realizes.” Apollo frowns. “Why have you brought him up, son of Hades? Has he offended you?”

Yes. He is always offending me. I believe ‘offensive’ may very well be the most natural setting for him — how, again, is he a doctor?

Nico swallows the thoughts down, and instead assures, “No, no, of course not.” His hands twitch. It takes another long silence for him to admit, “I only mean that I saw him this morning, and he appeared — well, frankly, he looks ill, My Lord. Sickly.”

Apollo hums, glancing down at a stack of letters in front of him. He must have been working before Nico interrupted him.

“I confess that I haven’t spoken with the doctor in some time, but I trust his judgement, my boy. He knows his craft. If he is unwell, he will handle himself. It is sickness’ season, after all. He’s likely only tired.”

Nico bites back a response. Clearly, the King does not understand the gravity of the situation. Does he not realize how dire things may be for him if his head physician falls deeply, truly ill? Nico is loathe to admit it, but Will is among the most talented men Nico has ever met. Whatever skill Nico knows in his swordfighting, Will knows tenfold in his sciences. The kind of healing he provided for Nico should not be possible. He’s beginning to understand that Will does not care what is and isn’t possible.

Including, he thinks, what is within his own limits.

“Very well, My Lord,” he says, bowing his head. “Thank you for your time.”

Apollo waves him off good-naturedly, returning to his letters. Nico leaves with a deeper frown on his face than when he came in.

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The next time he braves the infirmary, it’s significantly less crowded.

It’s been a couple days. (Not that he’d intended. He’d walked by the infirmary doors no less than twenty-two times after speaking with King Apollo, at a complete loss for what to say, genuinely considering writing to his friend at House Athena to get her strategic input. In the end he’d refrained.)

By now, most of the beds are once again empty. A few ill people rest, either sleeping or entertaining themselves quietly. The general air of panic and chaos seems to have finally ceased as the sick season approaches its end.

Will, tending to an older patient — one of the senior maids, if Nico is not mistaken, who frowns at him in worry — sways on his feet.

“William,” he calls, all trepidation immediately fleeing his mind. Alarm bells ring in his head. When Will spares him a glance, he looks ghastly.

“Doctor William,” he corrects belatedly. There’s none of the usual annoyance in his voice, absolutely no bite. He doesn’t even roll his eyes.

Nico’s throat goes dry.

“Will,” murmurs the patient, placing a wrinkled hand on his arm. “Darling, you look unwell. Perhaps you should rest.”

Will hesitates, and for a moment Nico’s heart swells with hope. He won’t listen to Nico, but this woman acts familiar with him. Maybe she can convince him to sit, to breathe, to sleep.

(In the back of his mind, a voice screams at Nico to turn around and walk away. What is he doing? Will is the closest thing Nico has ever had to an enemy. He is stubborn, he thinks he knows everything, he kind of does know everything, he has horrible manners, he smiles at everyone, all the time, except Nico, whom he huffs at and rolls his eyes and yet touches very gently, even when Nico wrenches himself away. He is confusing and odd and yes, reclusive, even moreso than Nico. He constantly addresses Nico with the kind of sarcasm and disregard for status that would get him killed in stricter Houses — stricter houses like the one from which Nico hails. He is the pinnacle of impertinence.)

(And, yet.)

“Will.” It is genuinely worrying how slowly the physician responds. Nico’s heart begins to pound, and when Will lurches suddenly forward Nico darts out to steady him. The maid watches them with wide eyes. “Will, when was the last time you rested?”

Will doesn’t respond. His grip on Nico’s arm is worryingly loose, and for someone his height, he rests lightly against Nico’s frame. His eyes are glassy and far away.

“Will? William, answer me.”

“‘M — fine,” Will slurs, and then his eyes roll back into his head, and he slumps into Nico’s arms.

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Thankfully, some of the colour comes back to Will’s face as he sleeps.

Nico had ended up putting him down on one of the infirmary cots. He hadn’t know what else to do — he has no idea where Will resides, whether it’s inside the palace or out, or whether King Apollo was being serious and he really does live somewhere in the infirmary. He had no idea whom even he could ask. As it was, he was barely able to lay Will down in a cot with the maid’s help, weakened with illness as she was — Will was limp as a ragdoll. For a moment, even, Nico was terrified he was dead. He certainly looked it.

In the thirty some hours (not that Nico has been counting), some colour has returned to his cheeks. His breathing is less laborious, quick, tiny puffing snores making his curly hair flick up and down with every breath. Sometimes he mutters in his sleep, to mumbled and quiet for Nico to make out.

He has stayed, for the most part, in a rickety wooden chair by Will’s side. He’s not sure why. His backside aches. There are nurses on duty, far more qualified and competent than he, who can monitor him easily. One nurse, even, with strangely coloured hair, walks into the infirmary five hours after Will passes out and immediately notices him on the cot, sighing loudly.

(“You need to take better care of yourself,” she’d whispered, running her fingers through his hair. Nico squashed down the sudden onslaught of bitterness that drowned his heart for no reason, nodding as she looked up and flashed him a small smile. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

There was no sarcasm in her use of the title. It startled him, which was disturbing. When had he come to expect it? And worse still, when did he come to accept it, Will’s mouthiness?)

When Will finally wakes, it is slowly. It matches the rise of the sun, Nico notices, in the languid way he stretches his limbs, the lethargic blinking of his long eyelashes. His brow furrowed when those blue eyes finally make contact, tilting his head as if he’s not sure he’s truly awake.

“…Your Highness?”

The sudden surge of rage is as frightening as it is comforting. He doesn’t know where it comes from. It’s familiar.

“You,” he seethes, “have endless nerve.”

He’d meant it as an insult, evidenced by his scathing tone. But Will preens.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“That was not a compliment! You collapsed in my arms, William! You were — greyer than stone! You slept for thirty hours!”

“Oh, good.”

Nico falters. (Which is unfortunate, because he had a good lecture rolling, something his tutors would have been proud of.)

“Good?”

“It was forty-two, last time.” He has the gall to look offended, huffing in Nico’s direction. “I wish you would leave well enough alone, Your Highness. I’m certain I would have persevered through the end of the season’s peak.”

“Through the end of the — you were dying!”

To his great distress, Nico finds himself choked up at the idea. He allows himself, fleetingly and privately, to acknowledge the fact that he does not want Will to die. In fact, he never wants to see Will close to that unwell ever again. He much prefers it when the doctor is rolling his eyes at him, turning away before Nico can see his smile, or pacing the infirmary floors as he rants about sanitary practices and organisms too small to see. He prefers Will when he is intense, in anger or in passion or in that bright, beaming smile of his, not…whatever he was. Dull. Worn down.

And then he takes those thoughts and stuffs them far into the recesses of his mind.

“I was not dying,” Will insists, but he has the grace to appear at least a little chagrined. “Good gods, Your Highness, I’ve been studying medicine since I could read. I know my limits.”

“Do you.” Nico’s voice is bitter, and he glares at Will until he looks away. “Because I could have sworn that you lost consciousness mid-sentence. I barely caught you.”

Will coughs. The tips of his ears turn red. Nico ignores it.

“William,” he says instead.

“Doctor William.”

Despite his anger, Nico’s lips twitch up into a smile. There he is.

He refuses to correct himself, if only to deepen the lovely (oh, no) scowl on Will’s face. “William, I don’t believe you’re to be trusted alone in your infirmary. I shall be staying to supervise you.”

Several emotions flit across Will’s face at once.

First is annoyance. Clear, plain, and simple, it’s almost an old friend to Nico at this point. Will was annoyed with him the first day they met. He was annoyed the second time, seething, really, dragging Nico back to the sterile surgical suite to fix his torn stitches. He was annoyed when Nico first shouted at him, bewilderment at this random physician treating him like he was another resident of the palace, not the only son of Hades. He was annoyed, notably, the one time Nico came to the infirmary after spraining his wrist in sword fighting and, in Will’s words, “breathed too loudly.” The annoyance he expected.

The next is fear. This, he takes much less pleasure in. There’s something disturbing about the look, not just because Will seems, to him, fearless, but because it seems so out of place. What about this situation does Will have to fear?

The third emotion is puzzling, and Nico can’t quite determine what exactly it is. His first thought is trepidation, but that’s not exactly true. It’s gone quick enough that he doesn’t care to linger.

The final emotion — and this one he has no trouble identifying — is pure, incandescent rage.

“You will do no such thing,” Will says, voice clipped. “I believe I have already informed you about the mechanics of this infirmary, Your Highness. I will not be intimidated.”

Nico rests his foot on his knee, leaning back into the chair. He adopts his favourite expression he often uses to enrage his father — eyebrow raised, smirk quirking the corner of his mouth, smugness practically dripping from him.

“I’m surprised you even remember that, as dead as you were.”

“I remember just fine,” says Will coolly, “and I especially remember removing you from the premises, so frankly I am unsure why you’re here again, Your Highness. Not unlike a wart one has already had removed.”

Nico refuses to laugh.

“I’m here because you collapsed into my arms. Like a damsel.”

Finally — third time is the charm — Will’s face erupts in a fiery blush. His freckles practically glow, and satisfaction ripples through Nico from head to toe. He looks murderous. Nico wishes to freeze him in time long enough to commission a portrait, perhaps to hang right over the physician’s desk. To remind him of his idiocy.

“I am no damsel —”

“Regardless,” Nico interrupts, standing. He reaches out when Will attempts to stand after him, pressing his palm flat to his chest and pushing him back against the cot. A strange sound escapes Will’s throat, and he doesn’t attempt to move again. “I will be taking my leave. I’ll be back before dinner to make sure you’ve not left your bed until you’re cleared by your nurse.” He glances over at the nurse who’d walked in earlier, finding her already watching with a wide smirk. “And then I’ll be back again tomorrow, to supervise.”

“I hope you choke on your dinner,” Will spits. He looks positively venomous, moreso when Nico laughs at him. “I mean that, Your Highness.”

Nico leaves without a response. When he returns as promised, hours later, Will attempts to lob roasted zucchini into his hair. In House Hades, he would be arrested for his behaviour. In fact, should King Apollo witness the total disdain in which Will regards Nico’s authority, he might still be arrested. It is appalling. No one has ever gotten away with so much insubordination in Nico’s life.

And yet, strangely, he’s not sure that he minds.

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#authority who?? will my beloved. slightly arrogant nico my everything like who called HIMSELF the ghost king y’all 😭😭#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico/will #will/nico #solangelo #pre relationship #royal au #fic #my writing #longpost

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sieglinde-freud · 1 month

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thinking about fire emblem fates again which always means im thinking about them again help me

#one day u will all wake up. until then…#fe nyx #fe laslow #fe14 #fe shitpost #fire emblem #i do think it would be funny if nyx was actually just in her forties or something #ik the implication in game is that she’s much older cuz she talks like a grandma #in my head ive always placed her more at like 60-70 #but also she got cursed when she was pretty young and do you know how arrogant young people are about age.#when ur twenty anything above 28 is grandma #source: me (KIDDING IM KIDDING IM KIDDING IM KIDDING)#yall are young!! okay!!!!#like wouldnt it be funny if this whole time she was only like 42 and just really dramatic about it #‘back in my day’ and ur day is just like the first blackberry phone #ugh. i miss her :(#i can play fates at any time and i regularly use her in heroes but i miss her

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muninnhuginn · 1 month

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Thinking about "your weakness is how you always want to be the hero" and how the series returns to this at the end

Li Lianhua hated how he acted as Li Xiangyi and spent years trying to distance himself from it, but ultimately he still fell back into the similar patterns, for all his added experience

His main priority was always to "do the right thing" regardless of how that would impact on those around him. And it *did* impact those around him. From Qiao Wanmian and Shan Gudao as Li Xiangyi to Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng as Li Lianhua

Giving the Styx flower to the emperor so he could use it as leverage to guarantee Fang Duobing and his family's safety. Using the last of his power to save Yun Biqiu. Constantly putting others above himself whilst actively refusing to recognise that his self-sacrificial nature would hurt those he cared about most

And sure, he thinks he's going to die anyway. They're going to be hurt regardless and he can't do anything about that. His odds are low of the Styx flower even working. But ultimately, he refuses to even consider trying. Li Xiangyi has been dead a long time and Li Lianhua is just there to tide things over. What value is the life of a ghost

To the end, he lives and dies a hero. To the end, he refuses to live for himself.

#sth about how he almost managed to live for himself but his past and need to do right doomed him.#those missing years before canon starts were probably the closest he got but even then the knowledge he couldn't use martial arts #must have killed him (no pun intended). because he'd put so much stock in his identity as sigu sect leader + hero + prodigy #so to have such a massive part of his identity stripped from him... honestly it doesn't seem that he ever fully comes to terms with it #but he makes progress and he tries to do better. + that leads to him becoming a different type of 'hero' than the symbol he was originally #deep down he wants to help people with all he has but his capacity isn't infinite + at some point can only be taken from himself #mysterious lotus casebook #mlc spoilers #also to be clear I mention shan gudao not to say lxy should have realised earlier bc for a lot of the time he was too young to notice #and later on sgd did better at hiding his intentions. but more for how lxy tunnel visioned towards his idea of righteousness #and steamrolled over everyone else. both sgd and qwm were placed far below the importance of the sigu sect #and lxy's arrogance made it such that sigu became reliant on him alone as he shut others out (hence domino fall once he went).#idk if he could ever have 'fixed' what was btwn him and sgd bc it was so deep rooted but I do think that his actions #helped convince sgd that sgd was entirely in the right to choose his path #mlc #edit: just went and checked the exact wording of the TL and it's actually 'you like being a hero' rather than 'you want to be the hero'#which is different but still close enough in implications for my point to stand (I think)

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asspinkie · 2 months

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@ everyone who is upset about characters being morally flawed. do you not understand what drives the narrative

#like fuck dude can you stop shitting on gale for being arrogant that is literally the trait he has to temper in his character arc #and astarion is meant to be bitter. it is a huge shift for him to prioritize 7000 lives and be a hero where no one was to him #halsin is so afraid of anyone else ever being hurt like he was that he will protect them to his detriment #also some characters are just bad and its still okay to like them. they're fictional. and also it gives them necessary complexity #anyway its about FLAVOR #bg3 #astarion #gale of waterdeep #halsin

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donkeys-waffles · 7 months

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Warning! THIS IS A LONG RANTISH POST ABOUT A HEAD CANON.

One of my favorite head canons about All for One (Dad for One specifically,) is that AFO HATES Endeavor. Not as much as he hates All Might, (I mean that's the man that stole his son away from him and turned him into his enemy with One for All,) but close, very close.

More in an envious way compared to his hatred for All Might.

Endeavor forced Rei into a quirk marriage with him so that they'd produce children potentially rivaling All Might. His whole goal was to surpass another in strength, neglecting and abusing his wife and children in pursuit of his own pride. He neglected his other children because they didn't have the 'right quirk'. Endeavor DECIDED to not praise his other children's accomplishments. He DECIDED to pit the children against each other by separating Shoto from his siblings because he was 'stronger' than the others, (even though he was a little kid.) We can easily assume that Endeavor didn't help his kids with their homework, comforted them when they were sick or scared, had breakfast with them, etc... He was a man, known for putting his own selfish desires and work above the needs of those relying on him.

Now we have AFO, Hisashi Midoriya, who sent Gigantomachia away after deciding to mention retiring for the first time in 200 years (why would you want to suddenly leave your work of being a massive dickwad so suddenly, unless you had a little family that became more important?) Hisashi who HATES All Might so much because he took this 'very important thing' away from him. Hisashi, who's main criticism of All Might is how he teaches heroics to children (Izuku,) which leads to them hurting themselves. Hisashi, who locked his brother in a bank vault, in this crazy attempt to protect him. He's a man who's obsessed with his family. And I like to picture him leaving zero traces of himself in the Midoriya's lives to protect them from his enemies. I like to believe he yearns for a peaceful, domestic life with his family. Afterall, this man has been through such a turbulent life thus far (being born into the dawn of quirks and being viewed as a freak, a demon, and then living life as a supervillain.)

I can see him wanting to analyze quirks with Izuku, reading to him, helping him with homework (especially history homework,) and comforting him when he's sick or scared. So, to him, Endeavor (while he also might have to had to deal with his family being targeted, we haven't heard of any occurrences when they were children instead of adults,) who DECIDED to not put his family first, and threw all of the experiences away for his own stupid obsession with a coworker. To All for One, Hisashi, Endeavor had everything he ever wanted and still DECIDED to reject it.

Now, in no way am I trying to make All for One the victim, he's a rotten potato that deserves worse than what he got from All Might. All of the villains in MHA have been humanized, we've seen their backstories, what they love, what they lost, what their goals are and where they originated from. All of the villains have had a backstory, aside from All for One. We know very little about him aside from what we've seen in Vigilantes and MHA, and the idea that all this man wants to do is be a father warms my heart. Like it's an obsession as you can see.

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